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ALAINA ⭒ aka Yuyu ⭒ 20s ⭒ she/her ⭒ taken, by my glorious unproblematic king Sukuna

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You tell Sukuna you have severe "vitamin D" deficiency, and he calls you a weak human with your pathetic human diseases. It took you ten minutes to explain that you meant his dicks and how annoying he is for not understanding your horny figures of speech.

Thirty minutes later Sukuna gave you what you wanted, watching you deep-throat his cocks one by one. He presses your face to his stomach, not letting you move and feeling how your nose rubs against his pink happy trail.

"Damn brat… If that’s what you wanted, you could have just said it…" He moans and releases your head, and you’re pulling back with a loud gasp, filling your lungs with air.

"Shut up… I said it… I just always have to explain everything to you…", you murmur, covering the tips of his cocks in wet kisses. "You’re so ancient…"

"Tsk"

For that you got a slap across the cheek with his upper cock and a couple of more throat fillings.

***

Later that night Sukuna ordered his servant to get you a pack of ice cream to soothe your throat and a bottle of vitamin D. At the end of the day, you were a human. His human.

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Sukuna sucking my toes and licking my feet or I’m kms

no, don’t kill yourself you’re too sexy, haha

.✦

“Hold still.” Sukuna demands roughly, his sharp nails digging into the arch of your foot as he licked a stripe across your already trembling toes.

You couldn’t help squirming again as his tongue lapped at your foot, sharp nails grazing the already sensitive skin. You held back your giggles, Sukuna’s reprimanding gaze on you causing the laughter to quickly die in your throat.

You didn’t understand why he insisted on doing this, taking his mouth to your toes. He’d said it was because he found you strange, that he wanted to scrutinize your body. But the more this seemed to occur, the less convincing his reasoning seemed.

You slapped a hand over your mouth as Sukuna’s tongue brushed wetly over your tiny toes before sucking them into his mouth hungrily. You barely miss the gruff little noise that he makes as he sucks on your toes. It makes your skin heat.

It always seemed to be at the most inconvenient times that he’d do this, when you were eating or had your nose in a particularly interesting book. He’d come barging in, swiveling your chair in his direction and kneeling before you, grabbing your foot like you were nothing more than a doll.

You’d be lying if you said you hated it, that you didn’t secretly look forward to the random moments Sukuna snuck up you, always when you were relaxing, like he wanted to ruin your tranquility.

Or make it better.

You picked another piece of fruit from the bowl abandoned in your lap, watching your boyfriend with hooded eyes. Each press of his hot wet tongue along the skin of your foot sent shocks jolting through your body, you’d squirm and press your thighs together if you could, but Sukuna’s grip on you was firm, absolute.

When he finishes—usually after he’d licked both your feet squeaky clean—he always gets up and leaves, with a complain in his wake, of course, as if you were the one disturbing his peace with semi-erotic foot licking. You usually watch him go in delirious silence, confused and slightly shaken up.

But this time you speak, “Thank you, ‘kuna.” You smile down at him and his gaze burns red hot for the smallest of seconds standing to his full height before you. His eyes are dark with warning, but you had him figured out.

And perhaps he knew that too because he sank back down to his knees, letting you circle your arms around him and sift a hand through his hair, “Good job.” You murmur into his skin and you feel a slight vibration, a hum from Sukuna’s body, almost resembling a purr.

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Can you write reader eating sukuna’s booty like groceries🥰/srs

It was one of those few lazy days. Sukuna was lying on the bed, sound asleep with his face buried in the pillows. He was sprawled on his stomach, topless, wearing just comfortable light pink sweatpants you bought for him the other day. The sounds of raindrops and low rumble of thunder were heard from the outside.

After a moment you entered the bedroom and smirked at the sight of your husband taking his little nap in the middle of the rainy day. So cute. Your gaze went from his messy pink hair to his broad tattooed back and landed on his juicy ass. Sukuna definitely knew what he was doing lying like this with his taut ass on full display. You climbed up onto the bed and straddled the back of his thick thighs. You put both of your palms on his ass cheeks and gave them a squeeze. Perfect stress balls with perfect size for your hands. Sukuna let out a sleepy groan, but you ignored him and slapped his right ass cheek, making it jiggle.

"Brat, quit it…" he mumbled into the pillow. Sukuna was familiar with your shenanigans, so he wasn’t really surprised. You didn’t answer and just pressed your cheek to his ass, lying on it like on a cushion. You were smiling and caressing his flesh with your palm, giving it occasional pinches.

"Woman, you’re ridiculous," Sukuna huffed and raised his head to look at you over his shoulder. His face was covered in pillow lines, messy pink hair was making him look like a hedgehog.

"No, Kuna, you’re ridiculous," you murmured and straightened up again.

"You’re talking to the-!"

"Yes, yes, the King, I know," you giggled and slapped his ass one more time, harder than before. Sukuna just huffed again and hided his face back into the pillow, hugging it and mumbling something about insufferable brats he has to deal with. It didn’t go unnoticed by you how he arched his lower back slightly.

"That’s better," you patted his ass and pulled his pink pants down, revealing his juicy cheeks. You leaned closer, placing a kiss on his right cheek, giving it a bite, before doing the same to his other cheek. As you were covering his ass in kisses and bites, Sukuna continued to act nonchalant. But it was just a matter of time before you spread his cheeks and made him moan in the pillow when you touched his hole with your tongue.

"W-woman…"

"Man," you slapped his ass yet another time and finally buried your face fully between his cheeks while Sukuna was trying to suppress his pathetic moans. You were eating his hole like it was the last meal on Earth, squeezing his ass in your palms at the same time. You sucked his tight rim, your tongue drawing small slow, circular motions over it.

Sweet whimpering could be heard above you. As much as Sukuna loved acting like a damn brat, he also loved that you were nasty just like him, always keeping up with his twisted mind. You pulled back from his ass for a moment to spit on it and dive back in. After a few more minutes of feasting, you straightened up and softly caressed his plump ass.

"Do you want to come, baby?" you murmured and squeezed his flesh. Sukuna ignored you, hiding his red face away.

Slap!

"I said, do you want to come, rude boy?"

Silence.

"Yes…" Sukuna let out a bratty hiss.

"Everything for you," you leaned down to kiss his ass before you stood up from your spot to get a giant pink strap and scented lube from the drawer.

"Strawberry or vanilla, my king?"

A/N: I’m blocking you as I’m typing this.

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Your face, moonlight, your hair the rustling of oak trees during the night, your eyes starlight, and your lips moonkissed roses. I want to drown in your dark beauty till the sun rises and wait patiently for the moon and you to come again.

This and sucking my toes >>>

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tags: fluff, 18+, blowjobs, semi-public sex, lots of lipstick, satoru wears elf lip shimmer don't take it up with me take it up with gege

✧˖*° thinking about going to sephora with satoru...

“this one’s cute on you, ‘toru.” You hum, spreading the elf shimmer across his pink lips. They pull up in an endearing smirk, and you couldn’t help smiling yourself, it was unfair how pretty he was.

“really? What shade is it?” He lifted your hand to read the shade on the bottle, the pristine skin of the back of his hand covered in multicolored lipstick and eyeshadow swatches. 

you squish his cheeks together, his glossed lips pursing as you cock your head, “I like this one, ‘think I’ll get it too.” 

“yeah?” Satoru’s arms circle your waist as he pulls you in closer, pressing his lips to yours in a messy and unecessary kiss and you're sure people are staring. you’re breathless when he pulls away, smiling down at you innocently, “looks good on you.” 

you glance at a nearby mirror, “god, you’re such a perv.” You swipe at the residue across your upper lip and press your lips together, “but you’re right, should we match babe?” 

satoru nuzzles his face into your neck as he smirks at you in the mirror, “i dunno, it kinda looks better on me.” 

“does it?” 

“mhm, I mean if I walk out of the store like this there will be a mob.” He presses a kiss to your neck, arms still circled around your hips, “you already have a hard enough time with me as is, baby, I wouldn’t want to give you any more trouble.” he gives you a ridiculous pout in the mirror and you flick him in the forehead, pulling yourself from his grasp, and sauntering to another isle. 

you’re scrutinizing a wine colored Dior lipstick when Satoru totters after you, holding your already full basket of makeup. “That’ll look pretty on you.” He muses, eyeing a YSL burgundy colored lipstick before tossing it in the cart, “Ooh, and that one.” He grasps another violet lipstick beside it, “this one too.”

“really? B-But I’m scared you’ll outshine me.” You say with faux sadness and satoru chuckles. 

“i know, baby, not everyone can look this good.” He lilts arrogantly and you pinch his cheek, laughing as he winces. 

you glance back down at the red lipstick in your hand, scrutinizing the label, “Hm, says this is transfer and water proof. But I feel like they always lie.” 

“really?” He says, hands finding their way around your waist once again, you can see his grin in the mirror, the one you know spells trouble, "Let’s buy it and test it out then.” satoru murmurs into your ear.

you shake your head shamefully at him and place the red lipstick in the cart...But there’s already a smile pulling at your lips, “You’re right, we can also try out the other one’s as well.” 

✰

“seems Dior doesn’t disappoint.” You murmur, glancing at your lips in your compact mirror. The lipstick hadn't budged one bit, still perfectly dark red and in place upon your lips.

satoru on the other hand…“You look soo prettyy, baby.” He slurs, completely overstimulated cheeks, flushed and eyes lidded. “Red is your color, girl.” You laugh at his delirium and he giggles in response, brushing a trembling across your painted lips. 

“thanks, babe,” You smile, pressing a kiss to his thumb, “Let’s check one more time, you know I like to be sure about my makeup.” 

satoru’s eyes widened despite the stiffness quickly returning to his spent cock, “I-I don’t think I can anymore, baby.” He tries, giving you a nervous smile.

“c’monn, this was your idea, 'toru.” The second satoru handed his black card to the cashier at sephora, the two of you sauntered across the mall to a department store, with striped black and white bags in hand (or more in satoru's hands), and grabbed a random article of clothing before piling into the dressing room. That was only what, three orgasms ago..?

“and it’s already hard for me.” You murmured, stroking his cock in your warm grasp, acrylic nailed-fingers slick with his cum. “You don’t want to help me anymore, baby?” You asked with furrowed eyebrows, your red lips down in a pout, and fuck he couldn't refuse you when you look at him like that. 

“i-I do, it’s just—ah” You don’t give him a chance to finish as you take him into your mouth again, his thick length slowly disappearing into your lucious red lips. Satoru gives a nervous laugh, moaning at the feeling of your perfect tongue sliding along his c. “Fuuuck, baby.”

it doesn’t help that you’re making little moans in the back of your throat as you do it, the little vibrations sending tingles throughout his whole body and he has to remind himself he can’t be loud. 

you pull off him with a sigh, lips shiny with his pre but still so gorgeously red, “You gotta be rough with me, 'toru, c’mon. I know you love fucking my mouth.” 

if he wasn’t so fucked out he’d give a snide reply, but he doesn’t understand how he hasn’t passed out as you fasten your lips around him again. He’s whimpering as you deep throat him, then sifting his fingers through your hair and forcing you down on his cock, whining a little at the surprised sound you make as you slightly choke on him. 

tears are springing to your eyes now and you’re struggling to breath, but there’s a thrill in that, you’re sure your panties are drenched and you’re dripping all over the floor of this department store changing room. Satoru’s practically drooling as he moans and whimpers, his words all gibberish as he sloppily fucks your throat. And then he pushes you down to the base, your nose nestled in his soft pubic hair as he empties his load down your throat. Somehow that makes you moan louder than he does. 

you ignore the urge to overstimulate him further, pulling off his softening cock and pressing a kiss to his stomach, “good job satoru," you coo, "you’re so good for me.” 

he pulls you up and into a kiss, much less messy than the one that got the two of you in here, more lazy and loving. When you pull away, you rub your thumb along satoru’s pink lips, not a trace of red in sight. “What the fuck is this stuff made of?” You murmur and satoru chuckles, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“what are you made of, you almost killed me, girl!"  

you laughed, “Hey, you started it.” He pressed another kiss to the side of your lips, then your neck, then kneels down in front of you, his blue eyes twinkling as he looks up at you. You card your fingers through his hair as you smile down at him.

“and I’ll finish it too." he lilts.

and they got banned from the department store.

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tags: fluff, suggestive, heina era!sukuna, queen/wife!reader, nicknames, i believe in sassy sukuna

“enough with that useless nickname.”

You couldn’t help it, you loved to tease your husband; get under his skin. He had a temper that had all the courtiers and nobles in his court trembling in their sokutai. But for you, his queen, his resolve melted in your hands like putty. And nothing brought you greater joy than teasing your king and husband. 

Sukuna leveled you with a glare that could have brought the strongest soldier to submission, but you merely smiled in return. 

The nickname had been your newest torture method, brought to life one morning during the relatively common discourse that came with his meetings with the imperial court. You couldn’t help but notice how much your fierce husband resembled a tiger as he rattled off insults to his advisors. Ruthless and dangerous as he silenced cocky nobles with singular looks in their direction. 

The thought continued as you both sauntered to your bed chambers, and then settled into your shared yaedatami*, Sukuna’s head resting in your lap as you carded your fingers through his hair. There was still a glare present on his tattooed face, but it was now softened by your doting. And now you felt he resembled a tiger cub, cute and yet to be harmful.

“You look so much like a tiger, Your Highness. A tiny little cub.” You murmured out loud, smiling as Sukuna’s brows furrowing in confusion. 

“Are you well, wife?” He asked, his face hardening back into that stiff glare. “You call your king a…baby tiger?” 

Your fingers still carded through his hair as your smile broadened and you giggled, “Yes, Your Highness, you’re my little cub.” 

That night ended with Sukuna demanding you never call him that again, and then facing away from you as you slept. 

(You woke up with his arm around your neck in a death grip…so clearly his anger was short lived. He could never sleep without your skin against his.) 

 You never did well with demands. It was part of why Sukuna adored you. 

★

“Are you enjoying your food, little cub?” You asked him at the dining table the next afternoon, absentmindedly sipping your green tea.  

Sukuna makes something like a growl in his throat, snapping the chopsticks in his hand in two, “You’ve ruined my appetite.” He fumed, slamming the broken chopsticks on the table and swiftly, you watch his retreating back with barely concealed giggles. 

And so of course you persist, continuing to pester him with the nickname: 

“Is my little cub feeling alright?” 

“Have patience, little cub.” 

“Taste this wonderful tea I’ve made, my little cub.” 

“Isn’t this such an enchanting hitoe*, little cub?” 

“Little cub, you need to be kinder.” 

Rumors spread throughout the palace of the King of Curses’ new status as the tiger cub to his Queen. What had first been a way to get a rise out of your husband quickly became endearing. You adored your husband, and the nickname represented the way you saw him, not as the feared King of Curses, but as your love, your little cub. 

But you figured you stop your teasing, he clearly found it maddening, and you didn’t want any servants to lose their heads once the gossip reached the king’s ears. 

★ 

You were taking a stroll through the palace gardens, Sukuna at your side nodding along to your laments of your queenly duties and the ladies court. He lived for the drama stirring between your ladies court, despite how much he claimed your chatter was a nuisance. 

You gave him a small, appreciative smile, “I love how you listen to me drone on, Your Highness.” 

Sukuna’s brows furrowed in confusion, usually he would give a dismissive response that you had to mentally decipher to figure out the compliment hidden underneath but now, he was silent. 

And so you continued to drone on, pausing at the sight of the koi fish swimming innocently in the small pond, “Aren’t they so adorable, Your Highness?” 

Sukuna stiffens at your words before crossing his arms with his usual suave arrogance, “You’ve ceased calling me that incessant nickname. Finally.” 

You fixed him with an understanding smile, “Of course, my king. I apologize for my continued teasing, I’ll never utter the name again. ” 

He took a short while to respond, “Good, it was ridiculous and frankly insulting.”

“Yes, my king.” You watched the koi dart through the water, golden scales illuminated by the moonlight. Through the corner of your eye you could see the slight discomfort in Sukuna’s usual glare…and decide to test the waters, “I will never call you my little cub ever again.” 

His gaze was damn near piercing as soon as the nickname left your mouth, and you had no time to react as he pulled you into him aggressively with a growl, pressing his lips to yours for a demanding and messy kiss you were sure the servants could see. 

“Again.” He growled for only a second before his lips were once again upon you, gnawing at your lower lip like a starved beast.

You were breathless and sure your jūnihitoe had been rumpled by your husband’s sudden eagerness. But you still mustered a smile at the desperate little look in your husband’s eyes, “Anything for you, my little cub.”

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Squid Game AU with Toji makes perfect sense. Toji was a gambling addict with an itch for more money to burn on races, why wouldn’t he join some stupid contest to win easy cash?

The first game left him more apathetic than shocked. So these were death games? Even better. He couldn’t care less about people dying and now his chances of winning were sky high. Among all the old folks, teenagers, and other weaklings, he reigned supreme. Fit, fast, cunning, ruthless. The other players had no chance, this wasn’t even fair. 

But Toji’s plans for victory were cut short the moment he saw you. He thought he was hallucinating when he first caught sight of you. That couldn’t be — no, it was definitely you. Just as beautiful as the last time he saw you. Even now with your face covered in someone else’s blood and your eyes filled with panic. What the fuck were you doing here? 

Toji was your ex-boyfriend and his pathetic addiction sent all of his savings out the door and you along with it. After you broke up with him, he silently hoped that it wasn’t the end, that you’d find your way back to him. Once he dealt with his debt and all his other shit, he would find you again. But who knew fate had other plans for you? Who knew that shortly after your breakup, one of your parents got sick, leaving you with a mountain of hospital bills you couldn’t pay? Who knew that no matter how many jobs you worked it was never enough to pay back that debt? Who knew that some weird guy in a suit would approach you in the subway and not even a week later, you found yourself here, unaware that you’d put yourself in grave danger? 

Toji didn’t know that. That’s why his face was now filled with a mix of anger and regret. 

When he approached you, your heart dropped. It took you a minute to realize he was standing in front of you, yelling and shaking your shoulders, trying to get an answer as to why the hell you were here. Why you weren’t at home, why your ass was always somewhere it shouldn’t be. 

It was all too much. You’d just witnessed hundreds of people heartlessly murdered during a game of fucking Red Light Green Light, and now your ex-boyfriend, who caused you so much of both pain and pleasure, was standing before you more upset than you’d ever seen him. 

"Shut up! What do you know?! Worry about yourself and fuck off, Toji!" You snapped, pushing him away and darting off in the other direction. Toji closed his eyes, taking a deep breath to cool his temper. This was not the reunion he was hoping for. You were supposed to be living peacefully, smiling, taking stupid pictures, doing all the other things he’d come to love about you. Not fighting for your life for the sake of money. Just like him. Toji knew you were vigorous, he knew you were clever and quick-witted, but this place wasn’t for you, goddammit. This place was for him. For a loser. An outcast. A lowlife. 

Toji glanced at you as you were sitting on one of the bunk beds, staring ahead with an empty gaze. This was all his fault. And he knew he had to make it right as he made his way towards you.

All of his plans went to hell. Now only one thing mattered: getting you out of here alive. 

But… Just one more game. He’ll help you through it and right after, when more people die and the prize money grows larger for everyone, he’ll make all the other players vote to stop the games. He’ll fight them, threaten them, strangle them, do whatever needs to be done to convince everyone to end this. Just one more game… That would be easy, right?

A/N: Thank you to my beta friend @bobbeshwar <3

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Links to Instagram reels ahead (sfw), so you need an account <3

Sukuna had never been interested in texting. Or even phones in general. Social media? Ridiculous. Instagram or TikTok? Preposterous. Message apps aside from the one built into his phone? Unnecessary. All those things were dumb and useless, so why would he, a grown man, spend his precious time on them? 

But there was one thing about them that even he, Ryomen Sukuna, was weak for. Those damn animal videos that you kept sending him. Cats running on treadmills, little squirrels hiding in their nesting boxes, hungry bobcats (you captioned that video with "Sounds like you when you’re hungry 🤠" and Sukuna fought the urge to block you for the evening). You could spend hours scrolling through those adorable clips and you wanted to show them all to Sukuna. He was not a fan of humans — besides you, his wife, of course. But the big grump had a soft spot for animals. Huge or small, cute or deadly. Sukuna simply loved nature. 

Since your husband has no accounts anywhere, you have to download all the videos you want to share with him. And every time his phone pinged with a notification, he was ready to open it no matter where he was. This time you sent him a "5 facts you didn’t know about tortoises" video and Sukuna watched and read every single one of them. He could be in some meeting, discussing dubious business, but then you send him yet another cat clip, and his tough, intimidating exterior almost melts as he watches the tiny kittens on his screen. Sometimes, when the video was extremely funny, a slight smile could make its way to his stoic face. 

Even after years of being together, Sukuna’s stupid heart always did this little flip when he saw your name popping on his screen. 

What’d you got for me now, brat?

…

"That’s us 🖤"

"👍"

"That’s you 🤣🫵"

"👎"

A/N: his boomer ass doesn’t acknowledge any emojis besides 👍 and 👎

Sukuna masterlist

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╰ Soft mutual masturbation with modern!husband Sukuna, and it’s mutual because both of you are stroking his cock <3

╰ Content: hand job, making out, cum eating, soft Kuna <3 (with one pp)

Both of you are resting on your shared king-sized bed, surrounded by the quiet darkness of the night. Sukuna is laid on his back, while you’re glued to his side with your head on his shoulder and your leg on top of his. With his arm, Sukuna is holding you close, his palm gently rubbing your ass cheek. You’re entangled in a warm cuddle while sharing lazy kisses. Those tender, sugary kisses he loves so much, even though there is absolutely no chance he will admit it out loud. He is licking the inside of your sweet mouth, exploring it with the slow but precise motion of his tongue.

Your soft hand is wrapped around his thick cock, going up and down in a measured pace. Up. Down. You’re smearing his precum all over his length, which makes your movements smoother. At first it started as a little kissing session before sleep, but you just can’t keep your hands to yourself, can you? Sukuna is rubbing his tongue against your own, while your palm is going up, cupping his tip. You allow your fingertips to spread out over the head of his cock as you lower it further down. You go up again, brush your thumb over his slit and massage his wet, sensitive frenulum, carefully flicking it from side to side. That earns you a soft sound of pleasure from your husband. While your thumb is focused on his flushed tip, rubbing it carefully, your palm goes down again. Then up. Then down.

After a round of lazy strokes, you slightly change your grip, now forming a ‘C’ with your thumb and index finger. Sukuna hummed into the kiss, the sensation for him changed as you started going back and forth with two fingers, pressing on his cock slightly harder.

"You want me to go faster, hmm?" you murmur, kissing the corner of his mouth. Your fingers are once again in the previous position, fully wrapped around him. Sukuna quietly groaned. This is such a simple yet pleasant act. So intimate. Both of you are way too lazy to do anything else right now. In other circumstances, your scent, your warmth, the feeling of your lips would make Sukuna fold you in half, but even this beast of a man can be tired.

"Nasty girl" he murmured back and bit your lower lip without answering your question. Instead, he wrapped his hand around his cock, covering your much smaller one.

"A little tighter, princess" he whispered and captured your lips in another loving kiss. The low sounds of both of your wet lips playing against each other’s sounded incredibly hot to him.

You do as your husband says, squeezing your palm a little tighter, just how he loves it. Now your joined hands are working in a symphony, going up and down his length. His palm isn’t really doing anything, but it feels so nice to feel his rough but warm skin on top of yours.

You started kissing his chin, his jawline, his ear, going down his neck. Sukuna lets out a deep, long exhale and tilts his head back to give you more room. You’re covering his wide neck in kisses, leaving a couple of hickeys here and there.

"Fuck…" Sukuna whispered and closed his eyes. He feels like he’s floating on a cloud. Your soft lips are on the upper part of his chest now, you’re kissing those black tattoos that you love so much. Your movements are slightly quicker now. Sukuna is squeezing your palm and his cock a little more. Every time your hands go down, his reddened tip peeks out. Your mouth goes up again as you planted a wet, teasing kiss near his ear.

"Are you close, baby?" you whispering in his ear, rubbing your nose against it. You felt his cock twitch in your hand. Fuck. Every time you doing it, Sukuna is ready to embarrassingly come untouched. The man loves your voice.

"Yeah… Don’t stop…" both of your hands are still working in perfect harmony, stroking his thick cock.

"Fuuuck… Come here, pretty girl" Sukuna murmured in a low voice and opened his eyes. You quickly caught his lips in a deep kiss, sensing he’s about to come.

It doesn’t take him long to paint both of your hands and his stomach in white, creamy liquid. You continue to jerk him off, milking his cock, while he’s groaning into your mouth. You loosen your grip and slow down. Sukuna released your hand, his now free palm rubs his upper stomach lazily. Your lips are messy and uncoordinated, but still no less loving.

Sukuna pulled back and rested his head against the headboard, slightly panting. You looked down to see the aftermath. His cum drips down his cock, covering your hand, his thighs, and trickling down his abs onto the sheets. The cum-covered tip of his cock looks so pretty. You released him and brought your hand to your lips. You licked his cum off your fingers and looked at him with a lazy smile. Sukuna stares at you with the gaze of a sleepy fat cat who had just been fed. He leaned closer to press another kiss on your lips, the hand on your ass affectionately squeezing your flesh.

"Better clean up everything, sweetheart"

A/N: thank you to @bobbeshwar, you can use both holes tonight.

Also, let’s all think about handjobs with true-form Sukuna, where you’re jerking off one cock and he’s doing another one.

[hoewhyareyouhere]

Sukuna is sucking on your fingers and fighting his praise kink while you’re riding him.

Think about it. He looks so pretty under you, with messy pink hair and slightly parted lips. While you’re working your magic with your hips and enjoying yourself, his lower hands are guiding your movements and upper hands are playing with your tits. He summons his hand mouths from time to time to suck on your nipples. All four of his red eyes are fixated on you. Your beautiful face, your gorgeous body, the place where your pussy and one of his cocks meet each other.

You look at him. God, he’s so handsome. You hold your hand out to caress the side of his face. His tattooed cheek, his jaw, his lips. Your thumb brushed against his lower lip.

"Open up, pretty boy" you’re murmuring.

Damn woman. If that was someone else, Sukuna would slice them in half. But it’s you. He’s opening his mouth slightly wider to welcome your index and middle fingers while looking you dead in the eyes. You’re increasing the speed of your hips and Sukuna is sucking on your fingers, covering them in his saliva, swirling his tongue around them. You push them further in and press on his wet tongue.

"Good boy…"

Good fucking boy. Sukuna hates how good that makes him feel. Once you call him that, he’s biting your fingers, trying to suppress a shameful moan. You know all of his weak spots. Damn woman. He’ll show you your place. But maybe tomorrow. Today Sukuna wants nothing but to choke on your fingers, letting you ride him to oblivion until your perfect pussy will milk his cocks dry one by one.

[hoewhyareyouhere]

Every time Sukuna takes your panties off you to give you a good dicking, he’s bringing them to his face to sniff. He takes deeeeeep inhale and only after he throws them aside. But sometimes, when he’s giving you nasty backshots, he keeps pressing your panties to his face, sniffing and occasionally licking them.

Bonus points: you wore them the whole day and didn’t take shower after the gym (it was his demand).

[meddness999]

I found a juicy reference on my ttl and i didn’t hesitate

[wainawtmai]

thinking of satoru dating mean!reader who absolutely despises any sort of pda. All of his students wonder how he’d even managed to woo you when you dodged his kisses, cringed at his excessive compliments, and shooed him away every time he tried to hug you like the touch-obsessed bug he was. It was a wonder that you guys were together.

…well, it was kind of hard to brush him off when he was balls deep inside you.

“fuuuck, you’re taking me so well, baby.” satoru moans, that stupidly pretty grin on his lips as he watches your pussy absolutely swallow up the length of his cock. You tremble from the feeling, struggling to bite back your moans as his thick cock thrusts up into you. You hate the way the sound of his voice makes your body buzz with heat, a mix of embarrassment and lust that you both hate and love.

“so wet and ready for me all the time, aren’t you?” you know part of him does it to get a rise out of you, the sadistic little shit liked watching you squirm and sputter, all flustered at the sound of his voice.

and as per usual, you told yourself you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction, “S-Shut up.” you mean for it to come off as a warning but it sounds more like a pitiful whine. You can’t help it with the way he thrusts up into you, mouthing sloppy kisses into your skin in between his sinful words.

“you know you love me.” he sings into your ear, “You loveee the way my cock fills you up, don’t deny it, baby.” as if to further emphasize his point he brings his hands to the meat of your ass, prying you further open and drilling into you, fucking into that spot that drove you insane. You couldn’t even try to hide your disgusting moans and whimpers, nails digging into the skin of his arms as you tried and failed to fight the pleasure.

“what did I say,” he sing-songs, bringing a hand to your clit and rubbing at it with quick circles, “I’ve turned you into such a pretty mess.” of course he still has that Cheshire-sized grin on his face, his crystal eyes mesmerized by the sight of your grinding hips and the slickness you leave along his cock with each thrust he makes into your throbbing pussy. Listening to the desperate little sounds you swore you didn’t make when he pressed a finger to your clit. Rendered absolutely useless. He loved seeing you like this.

“so pretty.” satoru moans, his voice slightly slurring with pleasure, “so—fuck—g-gorgeous all fucked out for me.”

you mustered up what was left of your strength to slap a hand over his lips, silencing him as you shuddered from your orgasm. “shut up, s-satoru.”

But you could see that look in his eyes: framed by those annoyingly pretty white lashes, blue and mischievous—or at least more so than usual. He brought his own hand to your weakening one, pulling your fingers into his mouth and sucking on them with a loud whorish moan, all the while still pounding into you.

“Mnghfuck you, satoru.” You garble, whimpering with overstimulation despite still grinding down against his cock in time with his thrusts, you hated how much he knew you loved being overstimulated, the freaky fuck.

He only hummed in response, too occupied with your fingers to respond, tounging at them like the slut he was, practically deep-throating your index and middle finger. You could feel his chest rumble with amused laughter as he watched you fall apart once again, your skin tingling with the shock of your double orgasm. He followed you soon after, aquamarine eyes rolling into his head as he practically gagged on your fingers, emptying himself into you with a long, drawn out moan.

You tiredly pull your fingers out of his mouth, slightly missing the warmth, and practically fell on top of him. But before your eyes could flutter closed, you felt satoru throb, your cheeks heating as you remember the nasty fucker also had a thing for overstimulation. Of course he did.

You swear as he thrusts into you, fucking his milky cum dripping between your thighs back into you. And despite how much you tell yourself his words were annoying, his murmurs of imagining your fingers as your clit as he sucked at them, drove you to the edge all over again.

Maybe you didn’t hate it.

[meddness999]

“How impatient”

[dark-akademiker]

Pookie

[dark-akademiker]

I fear I'll never draw sukuna as accurately ever again.

Also, how do asks work? Lmao