On His Own //Rymen Sukuna

On His Own //Ryōmen Sukuna

Anime: Jujutsu Kaisen

Pairing: Sukuna x Reader (Reader isn't physically present)

Word Count: 1.6k words

Rating: Mature, 18+. It's smut. Minors, do not interact.

Summary: You are gone on a business trip and Sukuna finds himself missing your presence more than he anticipated. Thoughts of you plague his mind and he has to get himself off to the fantasies in his head.

Tags/Warnings: Male masturbation, sexual fantasies, mentions of penetration, mentions of oral sex on both ends, Sukuna's big cock.

Part one | Part two

"Hey! If you're listening to this, I'm probably currently busy and unable to pick up the phone. Please try to call me again at a later time, send me a message or wait for me to call you back!"

As soon as your mailbox finishes the message you recorded for it, Sukuna hangs up.

Letting out a sigh he leans back onto the mountain of pillows that lay on your shared bed, put there by yourself, because you claimed it would be more comfortable this way.

It was. He just didn't want to admit it, just like he wasn't ready to admit how lonely he really feels without you in his arms.

Your boyfriend has been calling you non-stop the whole day, but you were on a business trip, constantly running from one meeting to the other.

He knew you were busy and he was proud of you for being selected for such a big project, but he would be lying to himself, if he said that he didn't just want you to come back to him.

As soon as you come back, he is not going to let you leave the house. He'll have to make up for the lost time. All those marks he put on your body right before you left for your trip are probably faded by now, if not gone completely.

Sukuna grumbles, heavily dissatisfied by that thought. "I'll definitely have to mark her up again. Make sure she didn't forget who she belongs to. Who owns her... and who loves her." he thinks to himself.

Sukuna loves the way you'd wiggle around under him while he playfully nipped at your neck to mark you up, trying to escape his strong grasp on your hips and giggling in that irresistible way you always do around him.

He shifts into a more comfortable position and groans as he feels the growing bulge in his sweatpants. "Are you fucking kidding me? Just because I thought about her laughing underneath me?" he thinks to himself.

Leaning his head back into the pillows he looks up to the ceiling, letting his thoughts wander to you.

Were you tired? You've been gone for almost three weeks now and you'll be coming home this weekend. You definitely would need a break. Did you eat enough? Did you manage to get enough sleep?

Your boyfriend chuckles as he remembers you telling him that eating alone felt lonely to you and you couldn't sleep without him next to you.

He feels the same though.

Every night since you've been gone, he fell asleep on your side of the bed, hoping to get a whiff of the shampoo you washed your hair with and the body lotion you always made sure to use before bed.

Missing you this much makes him feel silly and weak, but also provides him with a strange comfort. You're surely missing him too, right? Falling asleep in his arms, waking up together, doing mundane daily tasks with him, his hugs and kisses-

God, he misses kissing you.

The way you would squeeze your eyes shut before a kiss always made him linger for a second longer, before diving in to fully press his lips against yours.

He misses the softness of your lips, the taste of them, the little breathy moans you let out when his hands caress you while he kisses you, the way they look so beautiful stretched around the girth of his cock as he-

Fuck, he really needed to do something about his growing problem.

He looks down at his body, his shirt already discarded, since he was going to sleep after talking to you. The sweatpants you adore so much on him - you say they make his butt look fantastic - don't do much to hide the bulge of impressive size underneath them.

Sukuna slowly pulls them down his thighs, lifting his hips to properly slide them down until his length is exposed to the cool air of the room. Slightly shivering at the cold, he sits up a bit, leaning back into the pillows.

If you were here right now, you'd help him. You were always so good for him and he'll be damned if he didn't return the favor every damn time. How could he not?

The way you'd whimper and moan for him, how you would desperately try to hold onto something, only for your hands to finally find purchase on his strong shoulders, driving your nails into his skin and leaving angry red scratch marks.

Sukuna wraps his hand around his thick cock with a firm grip, slowly stroking up and down while the memories of your moans and whimpers fill up his mind and have him heaving ragged breaths in no time.

His chest moves up and down heavily, following no proper rhythm due to the rough breaths leaving his mouth. The man tightens his grip around his length, stroking with more fervor, imagining your smaller hands stroking him instead of his own.

The thought of you having to use both of your hands to pleasure him, while sitting perched on his strong thighs and looking up at him, causes a shudder to make its way through his body.

Sukuna strokes his thumb over the head of his cock, collecting the bead of pre-cum that has built up and spreading it over the tip. He lets out a low grunt at the feeling, wishing it were your tongue licking it away. You would surely do your best to take him in all the way.

The way you were so innocent but a slut for his cock never failed to drive him mad. He starts to fist his cock roughly now, his other hand crawling down his body slowly to grab his balls and slowly fondle them, just like you always do when you suck him off.

When the thought of you taking him into your mouth and swallowing around his tip fills up his mind, he lets out a low groan.

As soon as you come home, he'll have to bend you over and take you on every surface available, obliterate your insides and fill your mind with him, only him.

A bead of sweat rolls down his forehead and he wipes at it with his forearm, leaving it there for a second to cover his blushing face. Sukuna's rough strokes continue and he spreads his legs a bit more, looking for leverage with his feet and thrusting up into his hand.

It's not the same. Not comparable at all. Nothing holds a candle to the way your walls would hug him and pull him in with every thrust.

He was too far gone, his head full of memories and thoughts of you. It felt so good, but something was missing and he was frustrated.

It just felt like he was edging himself over and over again, not quite able to reach that sweet climax. His hand thrashes around next to him, while he continues his ministrations, trying to find purchase in the bedsheets, only to knock against your pillow.

Sukuna halts his motions and looks at it for a second.

"I can't fucking believe this. Shit," he mutters as he rolls over on all fours and positions the pillow underneath his body.

He moves to grip his thick, hot cock again, fucking into his hand with sloppy rolls of his hips, burying his face into your pillow. As he takes a deep breath, his hips momentarily lose their rhythm before pistoning into his hand again.

Fuck - it still smells like you. You always smelled so delicious to him and you were delicious. My god you were.

What he would give to lay in between your thighs and lap up every drop you had to offer.

The thought of your taste on his tongue while he could smell you right now sends his senses into overdrive. He lets out a loud groan into the pillow, biting into it to muffle his oncoming grunts ad he sloppily and roughly thrusts into his hand one, twice, a third time and then spills all over his hand and your pillow.

It comes in thick, heavy spurts, a reminder of how pent up he really was without you by his side.

His teeth let go of the big pillow after a while and he rolls onto his side right next to it. After wiping his hand on the pillow, your boyfriend spends the next few minutes steadying his breath and calming down.

"Shit, you fucking idiot. Now you gotta put that in the washing machine," he mumbles to himself, letting out an unhappy groan.

He takes a tissue and wipes himself clean before wiping away what he can on the pillow, chucking the tissues into the bin and pulling up his pants.

After throwing the cover of the pillow into the hamper he takes a cold shower, gets dressed and moves to the bedroom again. Turning off the light he lays down and covers himself with his blanket.

His thoughts drift to you again and how happy he'll be, once you're back. This time he will show you how much he's missed you.

Sukuna usually acts quite cool and unaffected, but he was going to go all out for you. Take you on a date, wine and dine you and then take his time with his dessert in bed.

With thoughts of you clouding his mind he falls asleep, not seeing the message that he just received popping up on his phone's screen.

"Hey Babe! Sorry for not picking up your calls. We tried to finish everything today, so we could return a bit earlier. Guess who is going to be back by tomorrow evening?

Miss you a lot and I love you!

xoxo"

Forget-me-not

‘But you know, one day everyone will grow up and leave me behind’ Gojo who was taken from his parents at a young age to train to be the strongest, Gojo who’s best friend left him and chose to fight directly against him, Gojo who lost the two juniors he was close with, Gojo who was always ‘the strongest’ first and foremost and never just a human being, Gojo who lost his son to the king of curses. All he has even known is loneliness, and despite this all he still reached out for someone to be there for him, he still had love and dreams, he still put his all into protecting his students and wouldn’t even let his body rest in peace because he wanted to help those he cared about even after he was gone. He was doomed to this fate from the start and in the end he made sure no one was left to doom his students in the same way.

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Happy birthday!