REWRITING // ???? ????? BOOK 1 || Sukuna x Reader, 17+

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It's the chapter everyone's looking for. :)
(this is my first time writing actual smut, so if it's shit, don't hold back loves. enjoy!)

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Sukuna stood before Y/n, smirking himself silly. "Once again my doll, you've found your way into my arms." He smiled, holding her still. The murky water somehow lukewarm for how dark it was, waist high. Smiling down to her, placing a kiss on her forehead. Letting herself go limp in his arms, somehow so comfortable.

"You mustn't leave your window open. Someone might just come up and steal you," He teased, pushing hair behind her ear.

"Again?" She asked her eyes adjusting to his innate domain, "I'm not sure I follow." She laughed looking up at him. It had become a thing to end up in his arms, which those blood red eyes pouring into her soul. His main two always staring into her, his bottom two wandering her body. Missing your lover for eons really does make you appreciate them when they're in front of you.

"That's alright, like I've said before. You'll remember in due time. Do you remember our conversation? Or is that gone too." He spat, "Those damn higher-ups at your school. Getting in the way."

"I guess that's gone?" She asked herself, not really sure what she was trying to remember in the first place.

"Can't say I haven't missed you." She admitted, feeling the soft robe, as she traced her hand underneath; stopping at his forearm. "You make me feel so welcome, like I was built for you."

"Like a doll." He finished, "Can't I treat you like one?" He swallowed, his face reading hers. Could she handle him? He couldn't stop if he started.

"You and those doll comments." Her eyes squinting, looking for any reason why he would even call her that.

Even just thinking of her, he grew harder. "So," He continues, trying to think of anything else. "Must I remind you?" He smiled, dismissing his robe, leaving himself for her. The tie keeping it above his waist, yet relaxing his arms so his chest could be exposed.

Her eyes traveled, his tattoos being interesting for her. "Do you have these everywhere?" She asked boldly, "Satoru mentioned you have them." His hand raised to her mouth, keeping her quiet. His grasp tightening on her cheek bones, preventing her from any slight protest he wouldn't want to deal with.

"Enough with that prick, you never stop talking about him."

"It's all I've ever known," She mumbled through his hand. His mouth appearing inside his palm, cutting her off, his tongue roaming freely as he pleased. "Much better." He smirked, her breathless state and shock leaving her exactly how he wanted her to be, his gaze watching her eyes follow the angle he looked at. The string of saliva between them, leaving him wanting more. She finally noticed where he was looking.

His eyes staring at her exposed cleavage from her fall into his domain, wanting more. He brought his mouth to his hand, tasting her on his lips. Shaking the extra mouth off, brushing any hair out of her face. "You are fine with this aren't you?"

Her dazed state, staring into his soul. He only slightly grinned, snapping his fingers. She eventually zoned back in, "Fuck it," was the only thing she could muster.

"Baby, that sounds like revenge instead of consent. You sure you're not fucking me because of somebody else?" He eyed her, he'd take her regardless. But it felt better knowing the women he loved was fine with it. "Yes Sukuna." She muttered, raising her hand to him, tracing his chest tattoo. Pausing to look at him, his egotistical smile there always.

"Yes what?" He asked, cocking his head to the side. "Didn't really catch it." He shoved his finger in his skull, "One more time." He added, using the same bloody hand, holding her head to look at him. Squeezing her jawline, trying to get anything out.