#Sukuna x reader smut

[s4mu-k41d3n]

I LOVE FLUFFFF

trying to convince bf! sukuna to do the TikTok challenge to the Sabrina carpenter song lyrics of “ a boy who’s jacked and kind” whilst he picks you up.

Yeah , your boyfriend isn’t too kind but you know he fits the jacked description pretty perfectly.

“No.”

“Pleaseeeeee, I’ll blur out your face.”

“No.” He pouts, frowning at his phone. He was sat on the couch, mindlessly scrolling. Of course he saw the trend but he had no interest in following stupid things he saw on the internet. He could pick you up easily but why should he have to prove it to the internet?

“If you’re too weak to pick me up then that’s okay I’ll just find someone who can…maybe satoru’s free—“

Sukuna’s head snaps up from his phone, immediately raging at the thought.

“Like hell you will, Go get your phone.”

[soleilapproves]

The Demon King's Bride - chapter 1

Synopsis: Sukuna Ryomen is reborn as a human being as punishment for ruining the balance of good and evil in the divine realm. To lift his curse and return to his original form, the former demon king must complete the condition bestowed upon him by the deities. Except it can only be done by having a child with the street thief who stole his coin pouch.

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There wasn’t a day where Sukuna didn’t miss his old form. His extra set of eyes helped him see dust particles in the tiniest of corners, his multiple hands helped him fight the strongest of spirits, and his inhumane demonic strength had everyone fearing him: every human, divine being, and spirit. 

Mothers in the mortal realm often told their children to sleep early if they didn’t want to be taken away by the King of all demons–Sukuna Ryomen. His fearful reputation takes its stake even in the smallest of villages. People often left offerings at his statue in a misty valley to please his immortal soul and protect themselves from the demons he ruled over. His stark tattoos signify his position in the Divine Realm, the controller of chaos and death. 

Alas, but that was no more. It had been hundreds of years since people had uttered his name. Apparently, receiving Divine Punishment and being reborn as a human being meant being wiped from the minds of all humans. His statue simply collected dust. Wearing away till his stony face weathered into a smooth curve. No remnants of his terrifying mug. Only an outline of what once was the demon’s face.

Sukuna stared down at the pool of water reflecting his human form–two swelling muscular arms, a single pair of eyes, no mask to hide half his face, and his cursed tattoos. His figure was worse in the past. All bones and no muscle to cushion them. Not enough blood to bring color to his face. He had to train rigorously to be as strong as he is now. 

Most humans would assume the man was the closest thing to a humanoid behemoth. But what he looks like now isn’t even a fraction of his former figure–humongous, horrifying, and unnerving. A true demon king. 

“Master, I have your coin pouch ready, and the bodyguards have been stationed outside the estate. We will take our leave as soon as you are dressed.” Sukuna hadn’t realized when Uraume, his servant, entered his private onsen. A disadvantage of having human ears was that you weren’t sensitive to the smallest of vibrations made against the ground. Sukuna clicked his teeth from snarling. 

“I have your robes placed in the dressing room.” Uraume shuffled back outside. Sukuna knew it was time to go when he began to shiver–another thing he never had to worry about in the Divine Realm. He had never felt more pathetic when he had to succumb to stupid human sensations, such as his nipples hardening when he was cold, eyes squinting when too much light passed through his corneas, or when his muscles ached after training too hard. It was humiliating, and it was all a part of his punishment. 

The worst part of it all was when he’d feel overstimulated, which was quite often. Too many sounds, textures, and sights. He'd try to steer clear of markets, brothels, festivals, and restaurants, but Uraume would push him to go to those places to find the other half of that cursed pearl—his only hope for redemption. Today was yet another day where he’d have to go to the local market to buy gifts for the many women he would meet at a brothel that just opened in the next town over. The most beautiful women had been collected all over the nation to please the abhorrent sexual needs of men. Hopefully, one of them would have the other half of his pearl.

The market was surprisingly pleasant to walk through despite the chill of the winter air. Uraume and Sukuna’s bodyguards followed close behind him as he looked at all the jewelry stalls. Ornamental hand fans with pink sakura were all the rage, even during the barren season. 

“Here, sir, I’m sure a very special woman in your life will want this,” the old lady across the table said to him with a bright smile, a single front tooth missing. The crow's feet beside her eyes and the multiple scars on her fingers told him she had been doing this for years. He’d met her when she was only a child, stitching together pieces of cloth and paper in the back of her father’s woodworking shop. A constant and dull life. If he wanted, he could make her as rich as a moneylender. His prosperous yet boring life as a human itched him to do good for her. 

But he bit his lip, hands tightening around his money pouch. He had a lot of questions, but the one that stood out to him the most after being reborn was if humans were innately driven to do good and if that habit would follow him once he’d returned to the Divine Realm. He often found himself trying to reason between his demonic and human sides. 

All he could do, for now, was pay a little more than she had told him to. She could probably buy fish and make warm soup for herself on this winter day. He pulled out the red pouch from a small pocket in his robes. But as soon as his eyes landed on his palm to fish out the coins, the pouch had long disappeared, leaving only a wisp of wind behind. 

“There, follow her!” A brawny bodyguard yelled from behind Sukuna. The band of three men ran towards the thief. Sukuna was often stolen from in bigger cities but not in the town he had been living in for the past three hundred years. He usually stood back and waited for his men to bring back the thief so he could humiliate them in public, but something in him was telling him to follow the thief. 

A ‘gut feeling’ as the humans called it. Sukuna turned to return the fan to the shopkeeper, but she pushed it back to him. “I know you will pay me later. Go and get your money pouch. I’m here every day at the same time.” He ignored her ominous smile and swiftly ran after the group, fan folded in hand—a stark contrast of pink against his black robes. 

The thief was relatively fast on her feet, jumping over a cart full of clay pots and rolling down the hill towards the forest on the outskirts of the town. Sukuna’s bodyguards followed suit, albeit in a tumbling mess, but enough to get ahold of her in the forest. They pulled the coin pouch out of her grasp and kicked her legs, prompting her to get down on the snow on her knees. One guard grabbed her left arm while another grabbed the right one. The third man had a sword held by her neck. 

Sukuna coolly arrived at the scene, his hat now covering his face to prevent the daytime brightness of the snow from blinding him. The thief was a mess. She wore dirty clothing that looked so brown that it was impossible to tell that it used to be red if it wasn’t for small, clean patches by her collar and sleeves (she probably drank from a stream nearby). Her face was decorated with several minor cuts because she was rolling down the hill, and her hair was a matted mess, with twigs and dirt sticking out. 

“You dare steal from me?” Sukuna’s voice boomed through the forest as he walked closer to the thief on the ground. The snow cushioned everything so only Sukuna’s voice could be heard, suffocating her with his presence. 

“Rich folk can always pull that money out of their asses. A few lost coins will not harm you,” she spat as she looked away from the man she stole from. His eyes were trained on her as he finally stood before her. 

“Stolen, not lost. I should rip your tongue out for being so crass with me.” With quiet anger evident in his voice, he dragged the fan from her temple to her chin. The path was painfully short, for her face was so small because of malnourishment. He could see her shiver, but he wasn’t sure if it was because of the cold or his indirect touch. Considering how thin her clothes looked, it was probably the former. 

He pulled her chin to face him and tilted her head upwards with the fan. “Look at me when I’m speaking to you, street vermin.” Her eyes were closed. “Slice my tongue. I do not wish to speak to you because I have nothing to lose by being rude to yet another rich man,” Sukuna was, of course, never planning on ripping the woman’s tongue out, but she was slowly persuading him to do so. 

“Look at me in the eye as you make your request, you wench.” His red eyes bore into her lidded ones. “He said to open ‘em up!” The guard holding the sword snarled. She gulped before looking up at the former demon, beautiful orbs glaring at him. “You happy now?” 

But Sukuna couldn’t say anything. The man was cotton-mouthed. Staring back at him was a greenish-blue hue twinkling over her actual eye color. It looked like magic. Surely, no human was unique enough to have mesmerizing eyes enough to put the most beautiful of angels and spirits to shame. He had bedded many women in the centuries he’d been alive, but none of them had eyes as alluring as hers. “Megumi, look into her eyes–what color are they?” 

The guard holding her right arm looked down into her eyes and replied with her normal eye color, completely missing the apparent turquoise hue visible to Sukuna.

“I have found her,” he whispered to himself. “Three hundred years and she’s finally in front of me,” he yelled as he took his hat off and threw it on the ground. He rubbed his hands on his face and looked back at her again, and sure enough, the hues in her eyes were still there. “I should’ve known that you were a lunatic when you pulled out a whole pouch instead of a few coins in a busy street,” the confused woman mumbled as she watched Sukuna laugh to himself. 

“I am not letting you go. Oh no, you will come to my estate,” He laughed to himself like a madman. “Three hundred years, and now I am finally going to be free.”

“Look, you can have your pouch back. I’ll even give you all the money I have on me right now. Just don’t take me home with you,” the woman begged, but the guards only held on to her tighter.

“Not a chance. Now, come on, we have a wedding to attend.”

Confused, the woman raised her brow. “Whose?”

“Ours.”

[iwannaleavemymind]

Imagining Sukuna on top of you shoving your head into the pillow pounding you relentlessly into the mattress mocking the moans slipping past your lips, his hands on your hips fucking you on his cock till you’re crying from pleasure, he’s so into dacryphilia and you can’t convince me otherwise.

[pulcen]

pussydrunk!Sukuna who insists he's only doing it to warm you up for the real deal.

pussydrunk!Sukuna who throws your legs over his shoulder like you weigh nothing, making snarky remarks about how this is just 'foreplay', and not to get too cocky.

pussydrunk!Sukuna who grips your waist hard, going face first into your weeping pussy without intake for air, tongue immediately hitting your most sensitive spots.

pussydrunk!Sukuna who still hasn't come up for air, now moving his attention to what you think is his favorite—your clit, now swollen and tender with how latched he is on it; kitty licks with sucking like it'll kill him.

pussydrunk!Sukuna who rides you through your first orgasm by adding two of his girthy fingers to the mix, pushing them out of your hot walls that clench around his digits every stroke and curl.

pussydrunk!Sukuna who finally comes up to take a breath, chin covered with a translucent sheen of your cum—a nasty trail of slick following him as he gives you a stupid grin; teasing you by slowly lowering himself to your oversensitive sex to continue his ministrations despite your pleas.

pussydrunk!Sukuna who grumbles a short, "Shut up", when you tell him it's becoming too much, hands on your waist only getting tighter to make sure you won't run away; tongue seeming to reach down your messy cunt further as punishment.

pussydrunk!Sukuna who gets annoyed at you for interrupting his feasting with your constant shoving and twisting while you try and get him away from your overstimulated sex, but only getting a slap! on your pussy in return.

pussydrunk!Sukuna who has never seemed more grateful to be a curse in his life with how much stamina he has, each orgasm of yours only resulting in him trying harder to drag another out of you.

pussydrunk!Sukuna who actually moans in pleasure of you hitting your 6th straight orgasm of the night from his eating, the only relief you get is him stopping to grunt, "The next better have you squirting".

pussydrunk!Sukuna who smiles deep in your weeping pussy (so swollen with sensitivity that you're numb) at your screams of his name along with the rough tugs at his hair begging him to give you a break.

pussydrunk!Sukuna who finally is satisfied as you squirt long and hard with tears falling down your cheeks, the liquid that he can't catch in his mouth ending up in his hair, the sheets, and his chest—not like he minds though.

pussydrunk!Sukuna who runs his calloused hand up and down your back when you pass out from tiredness, feeling accomplished he made you hit seven orgasms in 2 and a half hours, but who's really counting?

[sqoa]

tutoring fratboy!sukuna is fine enough, he pays well and as long as he's passing his classes he's nice enough to you between classes as well. but his attention span is short, and his motivation to study is even thinner frayed. you can't get him to sit still for ten minutes—and when he doesn't pay attention, it's more to the fact he can see your bra outlined under your shirt.

you know he wants to get in your pants. he belongs to a frat: he's open about his intentions with you, but sex doesn't help his grades and he's paying you to help his future. he'd never pay for sex... except for that one time, and the time after that.

but your study sessions grow tedious the more his want boils over. because he insists on sitting closer to get a better look at the book you're referencing. and he's just leaning in to read easier, not to inhale your scent and wonder if you're as wet as he is hard. you cant handle every session running over by fifteen minutes just because he isn't picking up on things like he did when you first started tutoring him.

so, you propose a compromise.

you cockwarm him throughout your study session, and if he recalls the material you went over at the end, you let him fuck you.

and how easily he absorbs all that new knowledge makes you wonder if he really needed a tutor in the first place. more like motivation was what he was needing.

and he's happy to be an eager learner if it means he's rewarded with you splayed over his desk, legs parted as he drills his massive cock into you. you moan so pretty, just as he imagined you would when he first approached you to tutor him.

you cum twice on his cock before he flips you over and fucks you ass-up on his bed. and although his mind is preoccupied with just how well you take his length, how warm and wet and needy you are for his cock even three orgasms in—he also wonders how mad you're going to be when you realise he doesn't even take the class you're tutoring him in.

eh, you don't have to know.

[s0dium]

𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐑𝐃 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐘

A/n: For all my weird tumblr smut AO3 girls Synopsis: No one expects the weird girl to have such a good pussy. Warnings: Male whimpering, squirting, pussy drunk men, pervert y/n, unprotected sex

No one suspects the weird girl to be a perverted fiend.

No one suspects the weird girl who reads AO3 and Tumblr on the bus and has key chains of their favorite chibi anime guy. No one suspects the girl who fumbles over their words during a presentation, the girl who goes to classes in sweaters and sweatpants, the girl who spends her time daydreaming about fictional scenarios. No one suspects the girl who always seems shy and sweet, only to have a secret stash of explicit fanfiction hidden on her phone, the kind that would make even the most confident person turn red.

And of course, no one expects the weird girl to have such good pussy.

So when the confident, smooth-talking guy gets you in his bedroom, how the hell is it possible that he is trembling from pleasure just from slipping his tip in?

"Fuck, I c-can’t—" he groans, his voice breaking as he stumbles over the words. His usual cool demeanor is completely shattered, replaced with breathless gasps and desperate sounds. His head is thrown back, neck taut, and his eyes are screwed shut like he’s trying to hold onto every ounce of composure, terrified that if he opens them, the mind-numbing pleasure coursing through him will slip away. Every time your pussy squeezes around his aching dick his body trembles uncontrollably, muscles tensing and relaxing in waves as he tries to keep himself together.

"Look at me," you coo, your voice steady despite the pounding of your own heart. You may be practically a virgin, but you're by no means an idiot. Hours of reading smut, scrolling through Twitter porn threads, and indulging in endless fantasies have taught you more than you'd ever admit. You've spent too many nights alone, lost in stories and scenes where you imagined yourself in control, learning every filthy detail in your mind until it felt like second nature. So now, laying here with him unraveling over you, you're anything but inexperienced.

He locks eyes with you, big and desperate and you cup his perfect face with trembling hands.

"You're mine tonight ok?" you whisper, bringing him in just enough for your breath to tickle his lips, your voice low and dripping with confidence you didn't know you had. "Every sound, every breath—your mine."

"F-fuck, y-yeah I'm yours" he groans, accentuating his words with a sharp thrust right into your cervix, knocking the wind out of you.

"Mmm!" You cry. It’s painful, but in the pain is so much pleasure. He presses his forehead against yours as he slides in and out of you, gripping the sheets with his supporting hand as your hot, wet entrance swallows his cock. Instinctively, you're cunt squeezed around the foreign intrusion, trying to push it out, making him let out a low groan of his own as he thrusts even deeper into you. 

“Y/n I-I can feel you doing it to me,” he says hoarsely.

His fingers gently press into the skin of your hip, guiding and steadying you as he pulls back and thrusts into you. The sudden friction and collision with your G-spot makes your brain go fuzzy. Ticklish pleasure courses through your veins and you immediately throw your head back against the wall as he rams into you.

"Hnghh, s-so good~~" You whine. It was dizzying, the curvature of his dick digging itself against your g-spot, scraping against your vaginal walls every time he backed his hips up.

Simultaneously, his other hand sought yours, finding it with a purposeful tenderness. His fingers intertwined with yours, locking them together in a grip that was both a clasp and a caress.

"Were we doing it like this in your head baby?" He grunts, his Adam apple bobs as he groans from the pleasure of how fucking heavenly your pussy feels. "Because this is how we were doing it in mine." He felt good? Try euphoric. How could it be possible that pussy feels this good?

You can't even open your mouth to respond. The friction of his dick against your walls is just too good and as his pace intensified, a dizzying warmth spread through you, filling every corner of your being with a euphoric haze. The sensation of being completely enveloped, utterly connected, sent electric flesh arrows of pleasure through your body, making your eyes flutter and roll back slightly in sheer bliss. Every motion he makes, every time his fat tip collides with your cervix, leaves behind a trail of sparkling heat that seems to light you from within.

And of course, no one expects the weird girl to be a squirter.

You don't know whats happening and you don't have enough to warn him. Release washed over you in an all-encompassing wave, radiating out from your core to the very tips of your fingers and toes. It swept through you like a storm, leaving a trail of starbursts in its wake. Your body arched instinctively, clinging to him as the wave crested, then gently, slowly, began to ebb.

He stills his motion and watches through wide eyes as clear liquid sprays onto his abdomen and you tremble and moan. As you floated back down from the heights of bliss, your breath came easier, softer, the lingering aftershocks of pleasure pulsing gently through you.

"Why did you stop?" You whisper.

Sukuna, Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Toji Fushiguro

#weirdgirlpussy

[webism]

pornstar!sukuna who has a niche for the dark and dangerous, he only accepts shoots that cater to his more… intense nature—ropes and chains and gags and rigs beyond the regular bedroom scenes.

pornstar!sukuna who works with many other actors and actresses. he's demeaned and degraded more people for a pay check than he can count, but his favourite is you. you’re not so easy to break, which he likes—plus, videos in which you bite back make double the profit.

pornstar!sukuna who is easy to agree when you call him one night asking for a favour. you were meant to do a camshow with another pornstar when he cancelled last minute—and you know people are excited for this one, if you don’t want to miss out on a paycheck you’d need to find a quick replacement.

pornstar!sukuna who is expecting a homemade bd/sm rig to greet him when he walks into your home that night.

pornstar!sukuna who isn’t expecting a bed with a pink duvet and matching fluffy pink handcuffs hanging from your headboard. it’s cute, he thinks—he can picture the scene, you laid out and fucked like a whore in pink. he’s eager, until you tell him the handcuffs aren’t for you, but for him.

pornstar!sukuna who is about ready to walk out, to tell you off for even assuming he’d do such things on camera, that he'd ruin his crafted image of this sadistic figurehead for a camshow of all things.

pornstar!sukuna who just can't say no and turn on his heels, not when you look up at him like that, your pretty eyes just too convincing. He's seen you fucked out and stupidly cockdrunk before, he knows what you look like when you submit wholly to him, and though it's a beautiful sight—one of his favourites—he can't deny that he's intrigued to know how you look through his eyes when they're glossed with desperate pleasure.

pornstar!sukuna, the notorious dominant, who loads up on thousands. of peoples screens handcuffed to a pink bed. Everything pink: the cuffs, the sheets, his mussed hair, the pretty blush that paints the bridge of his nose, the leaky tip of his cock as you stroke it, your nails painted pink to match.

pornstar!sukuna who growls when people start tipping each time he gets close to cumming. who looks so insanely out of place, big and imposing and so covered in tattoos that even his ridiculous length has been inked to an extent, all needy and growing all the more desperate as you keep denying him his orgasm. wrists chained to your wooden headboard, his muscles ache with the temptation of breaking free.

pornstar!sukuna who can't help but wonder if his life has been flipped on its head when you start praising him and he moans at your words alone. Who, for all his life has gotten off on inflicting the worst onto others, and can now feel the most powerful orgasm of his life cresting when those narcotic words spill from your lips. "doing so well for me, god you look good like this, sukuna."

pornstar!sukuna who can only hold on for so long before his taut-pulled patience snaps and burns on impact. so when he's watching himself through the display of your laptop, cock red and angry as it leaks in need at your denial of his orgasm again, he snaps.

pornstar!sukuna who breaks your handcuffs with one pull, and has you flipped over and taking his mean cock in less time than it takes you to process his movements. who is glad you were enjoying torturing him, because you're so wet that the stretch of his cock is only searingly painful and you're not pushed to tears... this time.

pornstar!sukuna who fucks you mindless for toying with him for so long. for airing out a side of him that is weak in the bones for you, and plastering it on the internet for anyone to see. he bullies his cock into you, mean and unrelenting—yet whispers the sweetest of nothings into your ear as he does so, low enough that your mic can't pick up on them—your ears only.

pornstar!sukuna who kisses you when he cums. his lip piercing cold against your lips, your legs shaking in desperate need for mercy as he paints your insides white.

pornstar!sukuna who laughs when you, in your cum-drunk haze, try to reach for your laptop to turn off the camshow.

pornstar!sukuna who promises your now-doubled viewer count that the stream won't end until you've come ten times on his cock—he's going to make an example out of you.

[fairy-angel222]

Sukuna raising a brow when you tell him you can tell the difference between his cocks. You’re so convinced that one is bigger than the other right? So why do they both have you moaning all the same?

A smirk on his face as he interchanged between the two. Fucking you hard and fast with one till you’re creaming messily. Your lips parted in loud mewls and cries as he bullied his thick cock impossibly deeper. “C’mon baby. Thought you knew the difference hmm? Looks to me like they both got you getting on like a little slut.”

“Nngh— Ku-naa,” you moaned shakily, your legs trembling as he switched to his next cock. The one you swore was larger. “Feel the difference baby? Does it stretch you out wider?” He teased. Hammering into you at an even faster pace, your pussy struggling to take him as you tightened around his veiny girth.

You let out a loud cry, his throbbing red tip kissing your walls meanly with each harsh thrust. Your back arching with unsteady breaths as a string of babbled mewls falling past your lips. Sukuna grinning down at you with a scoff. “Think ya might be right doll, this one’s got you even fucking louder.”

“Ahh— ‘s so deep Kuna- sooo deep,” You gasped with a choked sob, your pussy clenching uncontrollably as your boyfriend fucked you dumb. “‘M cumming Kuna— oh f-fuck ‘m cumming,” you almost wailed, teary eyes rolling back as your mind went blank. Toes curling with the tremble of your legs as you let go around his cock. Your pussy squirting messily onto his large frame.

You let out a shuddered breath, Sukuna letting out a low whistle as the sight of your gaped cunt when he pulled out to switch cocks agains. A smirk on his face as he sank into you.

“Just gave me an idea pretty, if the other one makes ya squirt more than this one- might just have to take your word for it.”

[wild-jackalope]

they had a wet dream about you!

pairing :: Yuta x reader, Yuji x reader, Toge x reader, Megumi x reader, Sukuna x reader, Satoru x reader, Chosox reader, Toji x reader

warning :: aged up Yuta, Yuji, Toge and Megumi, suggestive, implied sex occasionally, horny peeps, detailed wet dreams

note :: anon req

[kamitv]

Your best friend Sukuna is a complete slut.

Though you’d never say that aloud—albeit more than true. That's the only way to describe him because why else would he be in your bedroom, sitting on the edge of your bed, with his legs spread wide open, fingers wrapped around his thick cock, and groans of your name leaving his lips?

Because he’s a goddamn slut, that’s why. And normally when you interrupt his… sexual acts, you quietly apologize and rush off as quickly as possible.

Yet, here you were, being ordered by your best friend not to run away this time.

“I’m not gonna repeat myself,” Sukuna’s raspy and slightly husked voice drawls out to you, eyes boring into yours from across the room, “Bring your ass over here.”

Funny how he said he wasn’t going to repeat himself only to follow up with a literal repeat of his initial order-

“Now,” He hums, his voice sending a chill down your spine.

You stiffen up where you stand, trying your absolute best to keep your eyes anywhere and everywhere else except for the hand he had stroking his cock.

Gulping, “Sukuna-,” He shoots you a pointed glare and you start getting nervous. “You can’t just… j-jerk off in my room and expect me to… to help you.”

“Fuck,” He hisses, your eyes nearly falling on him again as the low noise makes you fidget, “Fine, then get out,” Sukuna tells you.

Your brows push together at the audacity of him, not that it really surprises you anymore, “But-“

“Out. I’ll be done soon,” He cuts off, sitting back and fisting his cock at a quicker pace, eyes drinking in every inch of your still figure.

You didn’t want to look at him. Nor did you want him jerking off in your bedroom. But, you also didn’t want to leave for some strange reason.

Hence why you just stand there and look around your room as if you don’t know the interior already. Sukuna can’t help but crack a smirk as you stand there, his breath growing heavy before he calls your name— watching the way you flinch at the sound.

“Kinda’ awkward if you just stand there, y’know,” He chuckles out to you, finding you oh so amusing.

You frown, “Kinda’ awkward if you just jerk off in my bedroom.”

“It wouldn’t be if you came over here,” He snaps back.

You hate how quick he always is with his responses, something you still haven’t gotten used to throughout all your years of friendship. Swallowing, you just barely glance at the man, “What?” You huff out.

Your eyes were on his and his were on yours. Tension was vexed into his gaze, desire pouring out of his maroon shaded eyes and making you so utterly nervous as you stood across the room from him.

All as he just sat there, shirtless, tattooed and chiseled chest very difficult not to gaze at, large thighs spread lewdly, and hard curved cock twitching within his grasp as precum oozed out his tip.

You couldn’t help the way your gaze dropped for a moment, catching sight of his cock and the way his plump tip glistened under your dim bedroom lighting. His hand movements got noticeable faster as you watched and you drew your thighs closer together.

Sukuna lets out a deep sigh, “Y’know,” The sound of his voice makes you flinch yet again and you lift your gaze as though you’d been caught doing something wrong, seeing the smirk on his face, “You can come get a closer look.”

You bat your lashes at him, “W-What?”

“Is that all you know how to say?” He chuckles, “Hah, just c’mere already,” He suddenly requests, voice softening ever so slightly. “I won’t bite.”

And that’s… roughly how you ended up on your knees in between his legs. With a mouthful of his cock, you don’t even remember what’d come over you after you listened to his request and came close to him.

One moment you started shyly teasing him about being a pervert who jerks off in your bedroom and the next you were curling your fingers around his shaft and making your way down to your knees. Sukuna had let out a long shaky sigh as he watched you settle in between his spread legs, his urge to tease you dying off as some other emotion swelled within his chest.

He’ll never admit it to you but, he was shy. How could he not be when your soft hand begins stroking his cock like he’s just some kinda toy for you to play with—what’d you expect him to do when you look up at him and lean forward to wrap your lips around his drooling cockhead? 

Unfortunately for him, his expression gave away everything and as soon as his dick began disappearing into the warm caverns of your mouth, he was a goner. A hand was now tightly gripped onto your scalp, his breathing unsteady as he watched you suck him off with that pretty ass mouth of yours.

He’ll never be able to forget the sight of drool spilling out from the corners of your mouth while you tried your best to take him all the way into your throat. And his mind just about blanks when you move your hands to his thighs, push them further apart, and then sink down completely—your lips meeting his base.

Now that was a sight to see. 

“F-Fuck,” Sukuna stammered, the sound alone leading you to choke a bit as a moan attempted to leave your throat. His darkened eyes were seconds away from rolling to the back of his skull with how sexy he found the sight of your lips bulging around his thick cock.

When you finally do pull your mouth off of him, he doesn’t even get a moment to breathe before your hands are wrapping around him. He goes from leaning back slightly to sitting up a bit straighter and moving his hands down to one of your wrists, his lips unknowingly quivering.

Then a pant escapes him and you’re bringing your eyes back up to look at him. “Slow, woman—fuck, go… hah, slow.” He says hoarsely.

Oh the desperation on his face was priceless. Why ever would you listen to him when using two hands to jerk him off is all it takes to receive a slightly pouted lip and furrowed brows from him. He probably doesn’t even realize the face he’s making at the moment, too grumpy trying to take control of the situation to feel his features faltering. 

You coo, “Aw, go slow? But, ‘Kuna, I thought this was what you wanted?” 

The nickname you just threw at him has to be evil in some way, shape, or form because the wild twitch it invokes is enough to have your hands tightening their grip around his thick cock. 

Sukuna grits his teeth and you can see a vein popping out in his forehead—he’s so annoyed with you now that the roles have reversed, it’s cute. “Fuck you,” He curses, as if that’ll help him avoid the embarrassment bubbling up within him right now.

“Oh, there he is,” You purr, removing one of your hands just to angle his cock back toward your lips and then tapping it against your skin gently. “S’kinda hard to be mean to me when I’m makin’ you feel so good, isn’t it?”

He swears you’ll be the death of him. He’s never experienced this side of you, nor was he aware it even existed. All he’s ever known you as was his shy roommate who’s so unintentionally attractive that it pains him to be around. Is this really the same woman who was stuttering moments ago when she walked in the room and caught him jerking off??

Sukuna huffs out an almost bratty breath of air, “Stop… talking.” Just as he’s never seen this side of you, you’ve never seen this side of him and fuck is it hot. He’s usually such a big intimidating man and yet here he is literally folding and gasping to your touch.

You completely strip your hands away from his cock and then open your mouth, staring right up into his eyes as you whisper, “Make me.”

All that embarrassment and temporary shyness is gone within the blink of an eye. Sukuna’s stumbling up slightly to his feet and grabbing a firm hold of the top of your head, letting out a gruff sigh while taking his dick into his hands and properly aligning himself with your mouth.

His chest is glistening in sweat and his head is pounding, he was all nervous seconds ago for what? Because of you? Oh please.

It only took those two words of yours for him to remember who the hell he is as he then thrusts his hips forward and quickly fucks himself into your mouth. “That’s more like it,” Sukuna grunts, giving your mouth some mean thrusts as he forces your head to move and meet each one of his motions. “Fuckin’ slut, m-makin me nervous,” He admits hoarsely, his tone aggravated with you. “Who do you think you are, huh?”

You’re obviously too busy getting your face fucked to answer that properly but the moan you let out that leads to drool filthily dribbling out your mouth is enough of a reply for him. Especially when he catches how it drips down onto your thighs. 

Sukuna releases a pretty groan out into the air at the mere sight of you. He thought he was losing his mind before but now it’s even worse. You don’t even have your hands on his thighs to try and brace yourself or control what’s happening—you just let him have his way with your throat, taking things a step further and moving your hands behind your slightly arched back.

Fuck, he needs a picture of this. He desperately needs this display of you burned into the forefront of his mind for the rest of his life. Especially as he starts hitting the back of your throat and you purposefully choke against him. Sukuna’s other hand lifts to cover his mouth because he swears he almost whined.

Your throats too fuckin’ tight, you’re holding eye contact with him for too damn long, and if he feels your tongue flick against that specific vein of his one more time—

“Hnngh—” Sukuna moans, his grip almost bruising as his head flies back and his cock presses right against the very depths of your mouth, hips stalling with the way his orgasm comes rudely rushing out of him. 

Then he feels you swallowing and even though he was trying to keep you head still, you begin to bob yourself back and forth on his cock while he’s cumming and that’s when a whimper is choked out from his lips. Sukuna’s whole body just clenches and he’s letting out all kinds of sounds as his hand, now shaky, holds onto your head for dear life.

Even when he stops cumming, you’re still sucking and his eyes roll back, voice coming out strained. “S-Shit, fuck—stop,” Sukuna moans again, “Please?” Never in all your years of living did you ever think you’d hear Sukuna Ryomen begging you for something and yet here you are.

You steadily pull your mouth off of him with a slick pop, sting after string of saliva hanging in between his tip and your glossy lips. He’s above you panting for a moment before stumbling back to sit down on the edge of your bed again.

A hand of yours moves to causally wipe your mouth off and you don’t even know if you wanna tease him now or later about what just happened. “So, that was—”

“Don’t speak,” He cuts off immediately, his voice surprisingly airy. “Ever. Never bring this up again.”

You snort, “Promise me you won’t jerk off in my room again, first.”

Sukuna scoffs. “Tch. Whatever.”

Like the vixen you are, you begin to lean toward him again and you don’t know if you image it but he flinches ever so slightly. “Promise me,” You say as your hands meet his knees and you begin to lift yourself up.

His eyes go wide and he internally panics at the sight of you moving. “Fucking fine. I promise.”

Smiling, you move to lean over his tensed body and plant a kiss on his cheek, “Good boy.”

…

Yeahhh, his brain just powered off.

[theorphicangel]

I'm not a Sukuna girlie but I am in the middle of writing a fic for an event for him that's forced me to think about him more than usual. 🔬👩🏽‍🔬

Soo controversial but I'm thinking Sukuna would actually be offended if you offered to suck his cock. He'd take it as a sign of pity from you as though you're implying he's incapable of getting aroused on his own when he's already been eating you out for hours like he needs help getting it up. Pathetic.

But if you ask sweetly enough, getting all whiny and desperate then he might let you.

Instead taking it as you're a needy brat who just needs and craves him so much that he guesses he'll allow you the honor of pleasuring the king of curses.

And he's a head pusher ☠️

YES

the last thing he is thinking about is himself when going down on you. in fact he prefers to see you writhe around in pleasure smug about the fact that he is the one making you feel good

it's not after you ask and ask and ask and ask and ask to suck him off that he will give in to you....finally

and you can feel his eyes piercing into you, watching your every move - instead of feeling pressure you take his attention as a chance to perform, you want nothing more to make him feel good too

and yes he's a bit of a head pusher, I personally see it in a gentle way, the tips of his fingers just pushing the back of your head.

'c'mon, you can take more than that....doing so well f'me, just a little bit more.'

'yessss- jus' like that'

[soleilapproves]

The Demon King’s Bride - masterlist

(sukuna x reader)

Synopsis: Sukuna Ryomen is reborn a human being as punishment for ruining the balance of good and evil in the divine realm. To lift his curse and return to his original form, the former demon king must complete the condition bestowed upon him by the deities.

Except it can only be done by having a child with the street thief who stole his coin pouch.

Notes: ancient Japan au, fem/afab!reader, size difference, size kink, mentions of Sukuna’s true form, elements of fictional divinity, fictional religious elements, historical inaccuracy (unintentional), unconventionally attractive reader, canon divergence, mentions of slight misogyny, amab!uraume

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[iwannaleavemymind]

Shibari Sukuna.

That’s it that’s the prompt if your a minor and not into kinky shit do not interact.

Trueform Sukuna! X fem!reader

Also proofread idk how to write this mf with two dicks, soooo bear with me please😭

The tight ropes of the Shibari tied around your wrists dig almost uncomfortably into your skin- although lord Sukuna would never allow his beautiful queen nothing but the finest material for the ropes now would he?

The silky fabric of your slip dress is a stark contrast to the precarious position you’re in, with your legs and wrists tied together suspended in thin air, keeping you up and looking around the room.

Well- a better way to put it trying to look around the room, kinda hard to keep any focus with the pink haired man currently overstimulating you with his tongue(s).

“Hah f-fuuuck s’too much kuna!” Desperate please and cries for him to slow down spill past your lips, all but being acknowledged. Mocking your little pants and whimpers by teasing you with his mean mouth.

“Cmon little mouse I thought you wanted this?” He says right before delving nose deep back into your soaked core, his tongue flicking up and down your now-overly sensitive clit, his fingers finding a steadfast pace inside your cunt. Teasing you over and over, making your cum once but keeping you on the edge- just how he likes it.

Loves it when you whine and moan his name, legs shaking around his face, your shaky thighs nearly crushing him, but he had another set of arms for that more than welcome problem of his.

Two of his arms reach up to meet your soft plush thighs, spreading them apart further than they already were- “trynna kill me with those thighs of yours heh? Gonna try harder than that baby.”

The stimulation proves too much for your body to handle, eventually begging him to let you cum again.

“Please kuna please-!” Chest rising and falling with each shallow breath, your pussy clenching around his fingers, making a shit eating grin spread across his lips.

“Huh? What’s that baby your close hm?”

“Y-yes please let me cum! Kuna’ please I need to so bad!” Your words are slurred with desperation and need, begging for a release.

His arms tighten around your thighs, holding you in place while he eats you out, his cocks rock hard from your sweet little lips, begging and moaning and just feeling you around his fingers drives him mad.

He gives you what you want, his fingers curling inside you hitting your g spot eliciting a high pitched moan from you, “y’like that messy girl? Cmon use your words.”

Not even a words slips past your lips when you open them to beg for a release again when you feel him smirk against your throbbing clit, moving his fingers in tandem with his mean tongue flicking it around your sensitive bud, sucking and spitting on the sensitive bundle of nerves; at this point it’s not much before you cum alllll over his fingers your juices spilling down his lips down onto his neck, admiring your fucked out expression.

He can feel his cocks are already painfully hard, pre cum dribbling from the pretty bulbous slit on the top of his pretty tip, how will your poor pussy even handle him?!

(He’ll make it fit don’t worry 😉)

He lets you come down from your high, whispering sweet nothings in your ears whilst tightening your restraints, cooing and praising you on how good you did.

Not long before he’s untying his own pants letting them fall to the floor before fisting his cock, his pretty tip covered in pre cum all ready for just you. He holds your thighs in place, slowly pushing one of his cocks in, letting you adjust to the sheer size of him.

“Biiiiig stretch, yer doin’ so good for me baby jus like that.” Low pants and half lidded eyes are the give away that he’s almost pussy drunk just halfway in, your slippery, warm walls coating his dick in a sheen of slick.

His pace gradually picks up, filling you up to the brim, with two of his arms holding you in place, fucking you back onto his cock making high pitched whines and moans come from your pretty lips.

“Didn’t know she was so excited to see me hm?” He teases you, sitting that spot deep inside you making your eyes roll back, the curve of his dick hitting your g spot perfectly, measured with his hard thrusts it makes it easy for you to become undone beneath him.

“Yeah baby, j-just like that ohhh fuuuck.” He moans in your ear, using one of his arms to pull your hair back, keeping you in place. low moans and pants come from the strong man above you, his praise causing your pussy to spasm all over his cock, “y’like that little mouse? Such a dirty girl.”

Your moans and pleas spur him on even more, quickening his thrusts with the room filled with the sound of your soaked pussy cumming again and again all over him and his hips meeting yours over and over again in a mean fashion.

“Good girl, so reactive and needy jus’ how I like it.” His thrusts punctuate each word, tears streaking down your cheeks with the overwhelming pleasure.

“Kuna! F-fuck ohmygod I’m s’close!” You cry out, feeling close to him pushing you over the edge again

He fucks you rough and mean, his thrusts becoming sloppy and desperate, knowing he’s close too, but he’ll make you cum, ladies first isn’t it?

“Hah- such a good girl givin’ me exactly what I want hm? Fuckin you like I hate ya huh?”

“P-please feels s’fuckin good” you mewl, eyes rolling back and mouth falling open in an O shape, squirting all over his dick, soaking his sculpted abdomen, and surprising you at the same time.

“Ah found it.” He smirks down at you, you can’t see him but you can just feel the shit eating smirk on his face.

He fucks you at an inhuman pace, your sloppy cunt sucking him in juuuuust right, so perfect for him. It’s not long after he follows suit, buried to the hilt in your snug cunt, letting his release coat your insides and his seed spill out of you.

“didn’t know you could do that girl, let’s try both hm? See if I can make that pretty pussy squirt all over me again Kay?”

[chiscaralight]

men who are so cocky about their dick game. he tells his friends he can fuck whoever he wants, whenever he wants and they'd be all over him for another round! no statement can be proven true without at least one example, so they make a bet—you. all he has to do is get you to admit you’d do almost anything for another fuck, and he had whatever rights he wants for a month.

and it’s fairly easy to coerce you into his bed; he’s not even upset either. your voice is silty and your moves as you dance are oh-so-sexy, even without the bet he probably would’ve tried to find a way to get in your pants regardless of the reason.

but he’s awestruck at how amazing you feel, groaning a deep fuuuck as he slides into you. is pussy supposed to feel this good? he’s practically losing his mind over here. your smaller hand is gripping his bicep as he bottoms out, pretty lashes barely cracking open as you meet his eyes. you’re so fucking gorgeous that he could cum from the sight alone, but he’s on a mission… that he actually forgot.

because you’re going a stupid amount of rounds that night; him bending you into all forms and positions so he can fuck you just right. you’re more than accommodating, sickly sweet in the way you fuck back and he swears he’s found his match made in heaven.

even when you try to leave after a couple of hours, he’s pressing his chest to your back, rough fingers dancing dangerously close to your sore clit as you attempt to pull your skirt back up. you should be going, you really should. but his breath is just so hot against your neck and his fingers are already sliding past your ruined underwear—come on, are you actually supposed to say no?

and he ends up catching you in some random convenience store two days later, nudging you slightly to get your attention. it’s completely shameless how he describes how much he’s been thinking about you, he needs those sweet lips wrapped around his cock again. wait, shouldn’t this be the other way round?

he guesses he can bend the story just a teensy bit to his guys in a couple of days because you’re the one who abandoned your somewhat full shopping cart to let him press you against the bathroom wall. his hand is pressed hard over your mouth as he fills you up with his thick length again, biting back another groan as you squeeze around him. fuck the bet honestly, he just wants you.

GENSHIN IMPACT: tartaglia, SCARAMOUCHE, itto, kaeya, shikanoin heizou,

HONKAI: STAR RAIL: gallagher, BOOTHILL, aventurine, JING YUAN, SAMPO, CAELUSSSSS, jiaoqiu

JUJUTSU KAISEN: GOJO, geto, toji, sukuna

+ your favs!

[classyrbf]

SERVANT DUTIES! — RYOMEN SUKUNA

SYNOPSIS...sukuna can no longer hold himself back whenever he sees you in his quarters, so he ends up fucking you, his servant

INFO...true form!sukuna x fem!reader, manhandling, anal, double penetration, hair pulling, choking, dacryphilia, overstim, name calling, readers calls sukuna ‘master’ and ‘my lord’, not proofread

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

“M-master!” You squealed, your ankles by your ears as tears brim your eyes. You’re gasping for air, trying your hardest not to pass out from the overwhelming pleasure you felt coursing through your body. “Please!” Your hands are pushing on his chest, weak attempts at trying to get him to slow down. But did you really want him to? The feeling of both of his cocks sliding in and out of you, penetrating both of your holes. They suck him in, wrap around him and keep him there, cause deep down, you’re aching to cum again.

“Fuck!” He grunts, one hand wrapped around your tiny little throat, squeezing, but not enough to do any harm. “Been wanting to feel this pussy since the moment you became my good little servant. And I must say, you’ve lived up to my expectations,” he chuckles, baring his fangs. You whimper under him, the praise going straight to your pussy. It’d be anyone’s dream to get praise by the Lord Sukuna, and you here you were, getting fucked by him. “You like being good for me don’t you?” He slams his hips against yours, the fat head of his cock sending you into a spiral as it hits all the right angles.

“Ah—yes!” You nod, eyes rolling back. “Yes!” Your hand comes to wrap around his forearm, little breaths leaving your lips as you lay there and take it. “I love it, my lord!” You stare up at him with such desperation and eagerness. He reaches his hand down your neglected clit, the pad of his thumb rubbing it in circles, amplifying the pleasure. “Master!” You gasp. “Gonna cum! Fuck! Fuck!” You scream, voice echoing through the room. Your legs shake under him, pussy throbbing around his cock.

“What are whore you are,” he laughs, slowly pulling out of your swollen pussy. He removes his hand from your throat, spreading your legs wide so he can get a good look at the mess you’ve made. Another hand strokes his cock, slowly, only inches away from where you wanted him most. “I should’ve known you were. Don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you look at me. That brain of yours is filthy, servant.” He has a smug smile on his face as he stares at your hole clenching around nothing.

“Sir, I…yes. I’ve had filthy thoughts about you,” you say shyly. “I did not mean to—ah!” He flips you over onto your stomach like you weigh nothing, hoisting your ass in the air before giving it a good slap. Your eyes clench shut at the stinging sensation, his nails trailing over your skin. “I’m sorry,” you meekly say.

“Tell me, have you thought about me spanking you before? Bending you over and fucking you senseless?” He closes in on you, his breath fanning your ear as he whispers so delicately with such dominance. He dips two fingers into your sopping cunt, taking pleasure in hearing the way you moan into the sheets. “Or having my fingers in your greedy cunt?” The lewd sound that followed his movement made your face heat up in embarrassment. Unexpectedly, he forced your gaze upon him, grabbing a fistful of your hair. You winced, staring at him through half lidded eyes. “Answer me.”

With a simple nod, you answered, “yes, my lord.” He let out a devious laugh at your words, he build towering over you as he looked down at you in your most vulnerable. You tried to hide from him, cowering on all fours while his fingers were still deep inside of you.

“Usually, I don’t tolerate such behavior, especially from a weak human like yourself,” he removed his fingers from you, looking at how they were coated in your slick, “but you seem so desperate and eager for me, I find it rather entertaining. Are you not afraid I might hurt you or is that what you want?” He positioned himself behind you, his hand running down your spine, goosebumps on your skin. “You’ve intrigued me, servant.”

Your eyes widened at the feeling of both of his cocks sliding into your tight holes, your hands gripping the sheets below you as you accommodated to the stretch. A measly whimper escaped your throat as you prepared for his harsh thrusts. You knew he wasn’t going to go easy on you. His large hands grip your hips, the other tugging at your hair, and lastly another one tugging at your arm all while he slammed into you. Plap! Plap! Plap!

“Nngh—fuck! Ah!” You pant, your body thrusting forward with such force only to be pulled back by Sukuna. “Oh my god!” Your eyes roll back and your jaw falls slack at the feeling of his cock dragging along your sensitive walls.

“The only god here is me,” he growls, pulling your back flush against his broad chest. His hand wrapped around your throat as he pistons his hips with such ease. Your hands grip onto his thighs, nails leaving crescent marks on his skin. “I should fill your holes, breed you and make you my concubine,” he devilishly whispered in your ear. “Did you just clench around me? Did the thought of me breeding you turn you on, filthy human? Say it.” His hand squeezed your throat tighter before he pushed you back down to the bed, shoving your head into the pillows.

“G-gonna cum! I’m so close!” You scream, tears streaming down your cheeks as he plowed into you with such force, fucking you into the mattress.

“Shit! Mmm, fuck yes!” He pulled you back on his cock, fucking you harder, deeper, and faster. He landed a slap on your ass, watching the way it bounced back, leaving him mesmerized. His thrusts grew sloppier, a clear indication he was going to cum soon. “Say it!” He demanded, voice sharp and rough.

“Fuck! Please, breed me! Please, my lord! I want it—ah! I’m cumming!” You cried out, body quivering while simultaneously, you felt hot spurts of cum fill you up in both of your holes.

“There you go, fucking take it!” Your weak body collapsed, as he slowly pulled out of you, watching in awe at how his cum leaked out. “Maybe humans are good for something after all,” he scoffs. He watches the way your body trembles on his bed, barely able to move on your own. “You’ve impressed me today.”

With slow movements, you pick your nightgown and robe up off the floor, dressing yourself. “I’m glad I could be of service to you, master.” Your voice is wavering as you gather yourself, bowing your head in respect.

Just as you were about to walk away, you hear his footsteps behind you. “And where do you think you’re going?” He asks, voice echoing in your ears. You turn to face him, scared to make eyes contact with him even thought his cum was dripping down your legs.

“Back to the servant quarters—”

“Did you take what I said as a joke? You’re my concubine now.” He steps closer, closing the distance between you two. “Clean up. I’ll have the others bring you something more suitable to wear to sleep.” He looks down at the cheap nightgown you wore, a few buttons missing from when he ripped it off of you.

“I didn’t mean to offend you. Thank you, my lord.” You went to step towards the bathroom, only for his large hand to pull you back.

“Undress, here. I’ll have them throw it out,” he demanded. You gulped, nodding at his orders. You carefully undid the buttons, sliding the night gown off, the fabric falling at your feet. “Now go. Perhaps I should join you after.”

[s0dium]

Warning: Male masturbation, fantasizing

Sukuna Ryomen cannot believe that he is jacking off to fucking you.

Why? Because your fucking detestable, vexing, a god damn nasty woman who didn't know her fucking place. But here he is, unable to shake the intrusive thoughts of you that invade his mind. The more he tries to push them away, the more persistent they become. His desire mingles with his hatred and his hatred only fuels his desires which makes fantasies even more intense and uncontrollable.

So here he is, hidden in his throne room, dark blue kimono untied and open as he guides his hand up and down his length. His mind is buzzing, hazy with pleasure, hazy from the thought of you.

A wave of warmth washes over him as thoughts of you flood your mind. His mind mulls over the details of what you were wearing when he saw you today, the tight cloth of your shirt around your breasts, the skirt that barely hung over your ass. Such a slut. You were probably trying to turn him on werent you? But Jesus, how would your skin feel? It looks so plush, so smooth like silk. Sukuna speeds up his rhythm. His breath hitches, and a slow, contented smile curls his lips.

He closes his eyes, allowing the memory of your voice to envelop him. It's as if he can feel your breath against his ear, whispering dirty things that only makes pre cum dribble from his tip.

"Cum in me" You would probably beg.

"Fuck me please." He groans.

He is so close but its not enough. He needs sicker fantasies and dirtier thoughts to bring him over the edge.

How would you look ontop of him? What if he bent you over his knee and fingered your tight hole? Could he fold you up and fuck you in a mating press? Could you take him? Probably not. But he's close now, he can taste his orgasm on his lips.

How about if he fucked you from behind and came on your cute face? What would your pussy feel like gripping him? How would your plush breasts feel in his hands?

Sukuana's hips stutter into his fist and thick ropes of cum coat his hand. The pleasure makes his legs and mind go numb and he’s left panting, groaning from the after shocks.

He wants to know, Jesus, he wants to know.