yes, sir!

devil — ryomen sukuna

summary — your ex, sukuna, always comes back to show you you're his

warning — nsfw!, dom!sukuna, ex!sukuna, toxic!sukuna, mating press, overstimulation, fingering, afab reader, clit stimulation

sukuna always has a way of getting under your skin, pushing every button, finding every little thing that sets you off. it’s like he thrives off the chaos, feeding off the tension between you, knowing exactly how to escalate things to the point of no return.

you ended things with him months ago, swearing to yourself that you were done with the toxic back-and-forth, with the endless cycle of fighting and passion. but despite your best efforts, sukuna always finds a way to crawl back into your life. like tonight when he shows up unannounced, leaning against your door frame with that smug grin on his face.

one second, you’re shouting at him, telling him to get out, and the next, he’s got you pinned underneath him on the living room floor. you try to shove him off, but sukuna is stronger, always overpowering you when he wants to.

“you think you can get rid of me?” he sneers, his voice laced with irritation. his lips curl into a cruel smirk, the same one he always has when he knows he’s getting to you.

“go to hell” you spit back. the insult only makes him laugh. you should know by now that he was the devil. 

it doesn’t take long before things shift, the anger turning into passion like it always does. sukuna’s lips are on yours, demanding and punishing. and although you promised yourself you wouldn’t fall into this trap again, you don’t resist. it’s always like this with him– heated, messy and wrong in every possible way, but so addictive.

he doesn’t waste any time as his hands yank your clothes off, tearing them away with little care for how you gasp or curse him under your breath. a part of you wants to fight back, to tell him to stop, but your body betrays you, already responding to his touch in ways you don’t want to admit.

and sukuna knows. he always knows.

sukuna's lips brush against your neck, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine as his hands roam possessively over your body. “tell me how much you hate me” he dares, his voice dark and laced with amusement. his fingers grip your waist hard enough to bruise, and you can feel his smirk against your skin as he waits for your answer.

you want to throw it back in his face, to spit the words out with as much venom as you can muster, but the moment his fingers slide between your thighs, the protest dies in your throat. your breath hitches. it’s humiliating, and you hate how easily he pulls this reaction from you.

“c’mon” he whispers, lips trailing down to your collarbone, “i want to hear it”.

you bite your lip, trying to hold back the whimper threatening to escape, but the way his fingers tease you, rubbing slow circles against your clit, makes it impossible to hide how much you want him—even though you shouldn’t. your body arches into his touch, heat pooling between your legs as he works you over with his skilled fingers.

“i hate you” you finally manage to gasp, though your voice is shaky and unconvincing. you can feel the lie in the way your body responds to him, feel it in the wetness that coats his fingers as they slip inside you.

sukuna chuckles, the sound low and dangerous. “i don’t believe you” he murmurs, his lips grazing your ear. “you can’t even pretend to hate me when you’re dripping like this”. he punctuates his words with each thrust of his fingers. you gasp, your hands flying to grip his arms for support, but he doesn’t let up. a soft whimper escapes your lips before you can stop it.

“see?” he sneers, voice full of smug satisfaction as he picks up the pace. your head falls back against the floor, your breath coming in ragged, uneven gasps. you do hate him— you hate him for knowing exactly how to break you, how to make you lose control. but at the same time, the way he’s pushing you, taunting you, has your body aching for more. you hate him, but you hate yourself more for wanting him this badly.

“say it again” he growls, his teeth grazing your neck as his free hand grips your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze. his eyes burn with a dark hunger, and the intensity in them makes your stomach flip. “tell me you hate me”.

“i—” the words catch in your throat as another wave of pleasure washes over you, your body trembling from the intensity of his touch. 

“louder” he demands, his fingers fucking you harder, deeper. your body betrays you again, your hips bucking against his hand as your release builds, the tension coiling tight in your core. you want to deny him, to fight back, but it’s useless. the pleasure is too much, overwhelming every thought in your head, and all you can do is give in.

“i—hate...you” you gasp, barely able to get the words out as your body tightens around him, the coil finally snapping. your orgasm hits you hard, ripping through you with a force that leaves you breathless, trembling in his arms as he rides you through it.

sukuna is relentless as he pushes you through the aftershocks, dragging out every last bit of pleasure until you’re mess beneath him.

“good girl” he murmurs, his voice soft but laced with dark satisfaction. “was that so hard?”

sukuna doesn’t waste any time, hooking your legs over his broad shoulders and thrusting himself into you in one swift motion. you gasp at the stretch. his hands grip your hips as he drives into you with ruthless precision. the harsh slap of skin against skin echoes in the room, your moans mixing with the sound of his low, dark laughter. sukuna’s grip on you is bruising, possessive, and the degradation in his voice cuts deep.

“oh, baby, i can hear how much you hate me” he taunts, lips curling into a smirk as he leans down to whisper in your ear. his thrusts are unforgiving, each one harder than the last, pushing you closer to the edge with every stroke. his body presses against yours, close enough that you can feel the heat radiating from him, every muscle in his frame tensed as he thrusts deeper, harder.

you bite your lip, trying to suppress the moans threatening to spill out. but each rough thrust, each sharp sting of pleasure, pushes you closer to the edge, your body responding to him in ways you can’t control. you hate him—god, you hate him—but you can’t stop the way your legs tighten around him, pulling him in deeper.

the feeling of his cock buried so deep makes you tremble, and despite the anger you feel, you can’t stop the moans spilling from your lips. sukuna grins, his eyes dark with satisfaction as he watches your resolve crumble beneath him. the angle making every stroke hit that sensitive spot inside you, driving you closer to the edge. you want to scream at him, but the words are lost in the haze of pleasure. 

“you sound like you’re about to cum, though. you sure you hate me that much?”. his tone makes your skin flush. you want to scream at him, to tell him he’s a bastard, that he’s everything wrong in your life, but all that comes out is a desperate moan as he hits that sweet spot deep inside you repeatedly. 

sukuna’s fingers slide between your legs, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing in cruel circles that send you spiraling further into submission. each jolt of pleasure makes your head spin, blurring the lines between love and hate, pleasure and pain. your vision blurs as you feel the coil in your stomach tighten beyond control. you come hard, your body shaking as the orgasm rips through you, and sukuna doesn’t let up, pounding into you even as you ride out your high.

his eyes gleam with dark satisfaction as he watches you come undone beneath him. “you love me, and you’ll always end up right here, won’t you?”. his fingers grip your chin, red eyes boring into yours and forcing you to meet his gaze.

“i—i don’t” you manage to gasp, but the lie sounds weak even to your own ears.

sukuna’s smirk widens, dark and full of twisted satisfaction. “liar”. 

he doesn’t stop. even after you cum, he keeps going, driving into you with the same relentless pace, pushing you past your limit into overstimulation. your legs shake, your body too sensitive, too raw, but sukuna doesn’t care. he never does.

a/n: thanks for reading. please send requests!!!

creds: @elryisia

not without me — ryomen sukuna

summary — you know better than to touch yourself while sukuna is away

warning — nsfw!, dom!sukuna (of course), sub!reader, afab reader, sukuna calling you a brat, overstimulation, edging, orgasm denial, arrogant sukuna, crying, dacryphilia

he’d been gone for hours, leaving you alone with nothing but your thoughts and the lingering ache between your legs. you tried to distract yourself by watching tv, scrolling through your phone—but every time your mind wandered, it wandered back to him. to the way he touched you, the way his lips felt on your skin, the way his voice rumbled when he whispered filthy things in your ear.

you even tried to take care of things yourself, even though you know better than to cum without him. at first, it was just an attempt to ease the tension, a quick fix to get rid of the frustration. but the more you touched yourself, the more frustrated you became. nothing worked. your fingers didn’t feel right, the pace wasn’t enough, and every time you got close, something was missing.

it was him.

the realization hit you hard, and by the time sukuna finally came home, you were a mess—frustrated, needy, and unable to finish what you had started. 

and now, here you are, naked beneath him as his thumb lazily circles your clit, his dark eyes filled with amusement at your helplessness. 

you hate how much you love it—how much you crave the feeling of surrendering to him, knowing that only he can give you what you need. sukuna’s power over you isn’t just physical; it’s mental and emotional, as well. he knows your body better than you do. he knows exactly how to break you down and build you back up again, leaving you trembling and gasping for air.

as you lie there, helpless beneath his touch, the realization sinks in—you are entirely his.

sukuna’s fingers tease you relentlessly, keeping you on the edge but never quite letting you fall. “you know better than to try this on your own” he murmurs as he leans in to nip at your ear. “you should know by now…” he purrs, his voice dripping with arrogance and control. “you can’t cum without my help”. 

you whimper, your body trembling with frustration. he’s right—no matter how hard you try, no matter how close you get, you can’t reach that peak without him guiding you.

sukuna takes his time, savoring every whimper and twitch of your body as he keeps you teetering on the edge. he enjoys watching you fall apart for him, knowing you’re completely at his mercy. and you know, deep down, that he won’t let you finish until you’ve earned it.

but that’s what makes it intoxicating. you don’t just crave release—you crave his control, his approval. no matter how much you hate the teasing, you love every second of it. because when he finally does decide to let you cum, it will be the sweetest, most intense release you’ve ever experienced. and only he can give it to you.

“d-don’t be mean” you whimper, needing more of him. sukuna raises a brow, a smirk playing on his lips as he takes in the sight of you. 

"mean?" his voice is low, laced with amusement. “i think i’m being quite nice” he says. you cry out his name in frustration. 

"please" you beg softly, your voice shaking with need. "i—i can't... not without you”. 

sukuna hums as his thumb moves with deliberate slowness. the contact sends a jolt through you, but it’s not enough—not nearly enough. it’s teasing, a light brush that makes you arch your hips for more, but he only hums, keeping the touch feather-light.

he grins, relishing your desperation. his thumb continuing to rub maddeningly slow circles against you. “pathetic” he taunts softly. “look at you, squirming like this… all because you need me”.

your pulse races, skin flushed with both embarrassment and desire, your body betraying you with the tremble of frustration coiling tighter inside you. the ache in your core intensifies, and a desperate whimper escapes your lips. “sukuna” you beg, voice cracking as you gaze up at him with half-lidded, tear-filled eyes, hoping he’ll finally show mercy.

he hushes you with a low, condescending hum, leaning in to press a kiss against the sensitive skin of your neck. the warmth of his lips is in stark contrast to the cruelty of his words, leaving you trembling beneath him. “i’ll give you what you need—but only when i decide you’ve earned it” he murmurs against your skin, the weight of his dominance bearing down on you, suffocating in the best possible way.

you can’t hold back the soft cry that escapes you as he presses harder against that delicate spot, his thumb delivering just enough pressure to keep you on edge but never enough to push you over. it's torment, the kind only sukuna could deliver. he knows you’re right there—so close you can taste it—but still, he doesn’t give you what you need. always in control, always making you beg.

“tell me how badly you need it” sukuna demands, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze. his eyes are dark, predatory, filled with lust as they search your face, drinking in your desperate expression. the intensity in his gaze makes your breath catch in your throat. you feel utterly powerless, completely at his mercy.

your voice is shaky, a broken whisper as you stammer out your pleas. “p-please, sukuna– wanna cum so bad…”. tears begin to well up in your eyes, the humiliation of having to beg for his permission to find release mixing with your overwhelming desire. you know it doesn’t matter how desperately you plead—he’ll only give in when he’s satisfied with your submission.

sukuna leans down, his forehead resting against yours, making the moment feel even more intimate, almost suffocating with how close he is. his eyes stay on yours as he speaks, low and mocking. “yeah? you gonna touch yourself while i’m away again, brat?” the question hangs heavy in the air, laced with danger. he’s not asking for an answer—he’s demanding obedience.

you shake your head quickly, your breath hitching as the fresh tears spill over your lashes and roll down your flushed cheeks. “no! never—i’ll never do it again!” you promise, voice breaking as your desperation climbs higher. you’re practically sobbing now, your body arching into him, craving the touch you know he’s still holding back. “please, sukuna… i’m so sorry. please, let me cum… i need you”.

his eyes gleam with amusement as he watches you fall apart, and finally—mercifully—he adds more pressure with his thumb. the jolt of pleasure shoots through your body, your back arching off the bed as the sensation coils tightly in your belly. your legs shake uncontrollably, your eyes glazing over as sukuna expertly works you closer to your peak.

“there it is,” he growls, his voice low and possessive as his fingers work with unrelenting precision. each flick, each press, every calculated touch of his thumb has you spiraling out of control, gasping as your body begins to convulse with the need for release. it’s overwhelming, his presence, his voice, his gaze—every part of him commanding your body to obey.

“ah—oh!” you cry out, your abs tightening as the pleasure builds rapidly. every nerve in your body is on fire, trembling under his touch, and you know you’re seconds away from crumbling completely. sukuna’s focus on your clit is exactly what you’ve been begging for, and now, your entire body writhes beneath him, desperate for permission to fall apart.

“please—can i cum?” you beg, voice high-pitched and shaky with desperation. the words tumble from your lips over and over again, each plea more frantic than the last as your body teeters on the edge. tears well in your eyes again, threatening to spill over as you wait for his command, knowing you won’t be able to hold back much longer.

sukuna smirks, enjoying the sight of you unraveling beneath him. “you wanna cum?” he asks, his tone dripping with arrogance as his fingers continue to drive you wild. your head nods dumbly, breathless and incoherent as you mumble out more pleads, the ache between your legs becoming unbearable.

he leans in, lips ghosting over your ear as he whispers, sending a shiver down your spine. “only good girls get to cum" he says, and before you can react, the stimulation is gone completely. he pulls away, leaving you on the brink, the pleasure you’d been chasing slipping away as quickly as it had come.

“sukuna! no!” you cry out, your voice cracking with the force of your despair. the loss of his touch is devastating, leaving you hollow and unsatisfied, your entire body aching for release. you try to squeeze your legs together, desperate for any form of relief, but sukuna’s hands are quick to stop you, forcing your thighs apart as your high begins to fade. the frustration, the denial—it’s too much.

fat tears roll down your cheeks as you sob, telling him how sorry you are, how you’ll be good, how you’ll never disobey him again. but he only watches you, his dark eyes filled with sadistic satisfaction as he revels in the sight of you utterly ruined beneath him, knowing that he has the power to make you crumble—and that you’ll always come back for more.

a/n: my first time writing for sukuna!! i hope you guys enjoyed :) please send requests in my inbox!!

creds: @elryisia