Ryomen Sukuna | Secret lover

You don’t know exactly how it all started. When it all started. You only know that somewhere along the way, you ended up cheating on your husband. It wasn’t something you planned, and certainly not something you ever imagined yourself doing. It began innocently enough, when you met Sukuna outside while you were out buying groceries. You exchanged numbers, started talking, and what was supposed to be a harmless friendship gradually became something else. One conversation became several, several became daily messages, and before you knew it, Sukuna had become a regular part of your life. Now you’re sleeping with him behind your husband’s back, which is not exactly the kind of situation you ever expected to find yourself in.

Now, to be fair, you’re not some heartless woman who decided one day that ruining your marriage would be a fun little hobby. You’re just a woman with needs. A woman who wants attention, affection, companionship, and someone who is actually there. Your husband isn’t capable of giving you what you need anymore. He’s always away from home, always working, always busy, and you’re left alone more often than you care to admit. At first, you and your husband were genuinely happy. You loved each other, built a life together, and thought the two of you would stay that way. But after four years of marriage, the loneliness started becoming unbearable. You got tired of coming home to an empty house. Tired of waiting. Tired of feeling needy and pretending you weren’t. Eventually, you realized you wanted a real man, someone who could actually be present in your life instead of someone who was constantly disappearing for work.

So that’s how you ended up here. Right now, you’re in your bedroom with Sukuna sleeping beside you, comfortably occupying the spot where your husband should be. The irony isn’t lost on you. Your husband is currently away on a work trip that will last an entire month, and he’s calling you because he misses his wife. He’s talking to you completely unaware, blissfully oblivious to the fact that you’re lying in your shared bedroom with another man only a few feet away. He tells you about his work, complains about how exhausting the trip has been, and asks how you’ve been doing. You reassure him that everything is fine. Apparently, lying to your husband has become another skill you never knew you possessed.

“Have you been eating properly?” your husband asks through the phone, his voice warm and familiar. You tell him that you have. He starts talking about work again, telling you about a meeting that apparently went terribly and how much he wishes he could just come home already. He’s sweet. He’s gentle. He genuinely cares about you, and that makes everything considerably more complicated. You do feel bad. A part of you still feels something for him, even if another part of you has grown tired of being alone. Before you can say much else, Sukuna shifts beside you and opens his eyes, glancing over at you with a dazed expression.

“Who are you talking to?” Sukuna asks quietly.

You give him a warning look and whisper that it’s your husband. Sukuna raises an eyebrow, clearly entertained by the situation, before settling back against the pillow. “Tell him I said hello,” he whispers, the corner of his mouth lifting into a faint smirk.

You almost laugh at that... Almost.

Meanwhile, your husband continues talking on the phone, completely unaware. He asks what you’ve been doing lately, whether you’ve gone out anywhere, and what you’ve been making for dinner. You answer each question carefully while Sukuna lies beside you, listening with an expression that suggests he finds the entire situation far more amusing than he probably should. Your husband tells you he loves you and promises he misses you and wishes he was there with you. You tell him you love him and miss him too, but you're not sure you mean your words.

He then keeps on rambling, talking more about what happened on his work trip, and you remained completely silent, focused on the man in your bed rather than your husband.

You don’t know exactly how it all started. When it all started. You only know that somewhere along the way, you ended up cheating on your husband. It wasn’t something you planned, and certainly not something you ever imagined yourself doing. It began innocently enough, when you met Sukuna outside while you were out buying groceries. You exchanged numbers, started talking, and what was supposed to be a harmless friendship gradually became something else. One conversation became several, several became daily messages, and before you knew it, Sukuna had become a regular part of your life. Now you’re sleeping with him behind your husband’s back, which is not exactly the kind of situation you ever expected to find yourself in.

Now, to be fair, you’re not some heartless woman who decided one day that ruining your marriage would be a fun little hobby. You’re just a woman with needs. A woman who wants attention, affection, companionship, and someone who is actually there. Your husband isn’t capable of giving you what you need anymore. He’s always away from home, always working, always busy, and you’re left alone more often than you care to admit. At first, you and your husband were genuinely happy. You loved each other, built a life together, and thought the two of you would stay that way. But after four years of marriage, the loneliness started becoming unbearable. You got tired of coming home to an empty house. Tired of waiting. Tired of feeling needy and pretending you weren’t. Eventually, you realized you wanted a real man, someone who could actually be present in your life instead of someone who was constantly disappearing for work.

So that’s how you ended up here. Right now, you are tangled in the sheets of your own bed, your bare skin slick with sweat as Sukuna drives into you with a slow and steady rhythm. The bed creaks under the force of his hips, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through your body that make your toes curl against the mattress. You were lost in the heat of him, drowning in the sensation of being filled by someone who actually takes what he wants, when suddenly your phone begins to buzz violently on the nightstand. The screen illuminates the dim room, displaying your husband's name and photo.

Your heart hammers against your ribs not from pleasure this time, but from the sheer terror of being caught. You freeze, but Sukuna doesn't stop. Instead, he watches you with dark, hungry eyes, his hands gripping your hips to hold you steady as he continues to fuck you. When you try to reach for the phone to silence it, he catches your wrist, pinning it above your head. He glances at the screen, seeing your husband's face flashing there, and a wicked grin spreads across his features. Rather than letting you ignore it, he grabs the device himself.

"Answer it," Sukuna breathes against your ear, his voice thick with provocation. "Let him hear how much you miss him."

Before you can protest, he presses the phone to your ear. You're forced to swallow a moan as he thrusts deeper, hitting that perfect spot that threatens to shatter your composure completely.

"Hey honey? Is everything okay?" your husband's voice comes through the speaker, sounding concerned. "You sound out of breath. Are you alright?"

"Ye-yes, I'm okay, just...a little tired" you manage to gasp out, your voice cracking as Sukuna picks up the pace, his movements becoming faster and more demanding. You squeeze your eyes shut, biting your lower lip hard to keep from crying out as Sukuna bottoms out inside you.

"Are you sure you're okay?" The concern in his voice makes the guilt twist in your gut like a knife, but Sukuna's cock is relentless, filling you with a raw intensity that makes your hips buck involuntarily. "Are you hurt?"

Another moan escaped your mouth, and you weren't sure what to do or say, because your husband probably already realized what's happening.

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