nsfw — minors dni :: thinking about how sukuna loves watching you fall apart for him, only to remind you he’s nowhere near finished with you.
“hghh… oh god. oh god…” you whimper as sukuna laps at your pussy with hungry devotion, like it’s the last thing left in the world. more essential than his thirst for blood; more essential, even, than the empire he had built with his own hands.
“feels good, brat? grinding yourself against my face like a little whore. i know those other orgasms still weren’t enough for your needy cunt,” he growls.
“yes, ’kuna, please. give me more… i need more.” you moan, drunk on his tongue already imagining it was sukuna’s cock instead.
then he pulls away, lifting his head from between your thighs. for a split second, you whine at the loss, but he makes up for it immediately, his long fingers spreading you open before circling your clit in slow, almost painfully deliberate motions that reach straight into your core.
“tell me what you want, brat.”
he tries to sound cruel. controlled. but his voice betrays him. desire bleeds into every word, runs through his veins and guides his fingers.
for a moment, you think about refusing to beg. but you know he’ll keep you from coming if you do. now, your body is nothing but a mess of desire for sukuna, incapable of resisting him.
“i want you to fuck me. please, ryo, i need this,” you say, lifting yourself up as his fingers pull away, and the sound that fills the room is a soft but deliberate slap against your cunt.
sending butterflies through your stomach and making you clench around nothing. you love when he fucks you like this, like you’re nothing but his dirty little thing. sukuna was good at that — at devouring you like you were the last and most delicious meal right in front of him.
in the blink of an eye, he turns you over, your chest now pressed against the bed. one strong hand pulls at your stomach as he places a pillow beneath your hips, making you arch your hips into the air. in response, you give him the view he wants, spreading your legs and pressing your chest further into the mattress, your pussy completely exposed.
sukuna positions himself between your legs, rubbing his hard cock against your folds, still dripping from your first orgasm. the heat makes you moan instinctively seeking more of him, caught between pure ecstasy and anticipation.
“kuna… hah, inside, please,” you whimper.
but he doesn’t even listen, because his cock is already pushing into you. at first, it’s slow. he stretches you patiently, even after spending so much time touching you.
then, when he’s buried inside you completely, you could swear you hear him growl. you squeeze around him involuntarily, and sukuna leans over your back, brushing a few strands of hair away from your face before speaking into your ear.
“barely have me and you’re already squeezing me like that. you’re so needy aren’t you?”
then he starts moving. obscene sounds fill the room while your only instinct is to drool and become a mess of moans. you can feel him pulsing, the thick vein along his cock throbbing as he moves against your hot, trembling walls.
the angle makes your vision go white, and you can’t seem to breathe past him. but even so, it feels good — making you feel close to heaven, even while being fucked by something so close to the devil.
“ahhh—s-sukuna… please, more. i’m cumming. fuck… i’m cumming!” you scream.
your sounds are a mess now, and even you can’t understand them anymore. his size is overwhelming, consuming you completely, but there isn’t a trace of pain. he had spent the entire night preparing you to take him.
your walls tighten, and for a moment, your vision goes dark. it’s brief, barely half a second. your thighs begin to tremble, and the sounds of sukuna moving against you grow even wetter with your release dripping down his length.
“so pretty. so pretty for me.” his voice sounds thick with pleasure. “fuck, i want another one.”
“r-ryo! it’s too much… i can’t. it’s too much.” you frown.
you both know you can.
sukuna’s fingers leave your waist, where he had been holding you tightly to keep you in place. he keeps moving against you, but now he pulls you by your hair instead.
his hand is firm enough, yet still gentle to the touch. you feel a tug at your scalp and find yourself enjoying the sting of it, completely drunk on the man above you.
he then lifts you up onto your knees, moving against you harder and harder. he doesn’t pull you close enough for you to press against his chest, but just enough to make you arch. the new angle sends every sensation deeper, where he fills you completely.
from this angle, a small bulge appears in your stomach. it’s slight, barely noticeable, but it’s there. he catches sight of it in the mirror in front of you, and his free hand slides down to your abdomen, right where his cock presses deliciously against your inner walls.
“your cunt feels so good. so small and tight around me. look at you — you can barely fit all of me. you were made for me.” his voice drops lower, rougher now. “i’m going to fill you up. fill you with my cum. ohh, you’ll be so full of me you’ll come back begging for more. this greedy little pussy of yours is going to beg for me, and until i get you pregnant, i’ll keep fucking my children into you.”
you turn your head toward him, crimson eyes dark as spilled blood.
“yes, please, sukuna. fill me up! i want all of your cum—nghhh.” your voice breaks when sukuna drives into you even more eagerly. he releases his grip on your hair, forcing you to brace yourself against the bed once more. your breasts press into the mattress, and the room seems to shrink around you when those same fingers find your clit once again.
god, how could he be so good at this?
“but you still haven’t come again. and if you don’t come, i’m not filling you up, princess.” he lingers on the last word. the new nickname sends uneven tremors through you.
no, it wasn’t the nickname. you’re coming again.
this time, your release spills over him, soaking his cock completely. sukuna laughs, and the sound is so deep you feel it in your bones.
“good girl.”
oh, how he loves ruining you for anyone but himself.
a few more thrusts, and he comes too. his cock pulses as he fills you, warmth spilling deep inside you and coating every inch of you.
sukuna is loud when he comes, and you like that. even after he’s finished, he keeps moving against you, pushing every last drop deeper.
“you’re going to take it all.” that’s what he says.
and you do, because you were made for this. sukuna knows it too.
your legs finally give out beneath you, and you sink onto the bed. one last moan slips from your lips when he pulls out, only to turn you over and capture your mouth with his.
you feel his cock twitch against your thigh, but it doesn’t surprise you. that man seemed endless. insatiable when it came to having you and filling you.
even so, sukuna kisses you for a long moment before lying down beside you. he pulls you into his arms and runs his fingers through your hair.
you’re a mess, sticky and spent, but you don’t complain. later, his tongue will take care of that before he ends up devouring you all over again.
god knows you can handle everything he has — and more — to give you
first work posted here! i’m a little nervous, and i should warn you that i haven’t had the chance to properly revise this draft yet. but i’ve been obsessed with sukuna lately, and ever since i saw that fanmade gif of him on twitter, i’ve been feeling a little insane. jokes aside, i hope you enjoy it! ♡
Set the Pace, I'll Keep Up (Part 1) (sukuna x f!reader)
Summary: Stuck running stupid missions at Gojo's whim, Sukuna's life is trite and laughably boring. The only remotely fun thing to do is piss you off. Now, Sukuna lives to get under your skin, to make shriek and yell and flash dirty looks while you curse him out under your breath. And sometimes not under your breath.
When Sukuna finds out about your next mission, at a brothel no less, he takes it upon himself to visit the establishment and blow your cover
Except, when you see him, you keep your sweet, doe-eyed expression, and approach him like a whore would a customer.
What's Sukuna supposed to do with that?
Note: this is a silly little idea i had where gojo and sukuna fight and gojo wins and just...decides to keep sukuna around? because he's powerful and useful? but not as powerful as gojo, who can keep his power controlled? The important thing here is—I’m having fun
wc: 4.6k
Content: brothels, p in v sex, fingerfucking. swearing as always
Part 2 here!
Sukuna had just wanted to see how far you’d go.
That’s what he tells himself, anyway. Tells you, when you ask about it later.
He’s been toying with you for months, pushing and prodding you until he could have you seething with anger in under a minute. Bored out of his fucking mind, caged by the fucking leash that idiot Gojo has him on; forcing him to operate out of the school and do these stupid missions as if he were a common sorcerer. Not the strongest who ever lived.
Bored, itching for entertainment, and there you were. Pissy little sorcerer for hire with an attitude problem. Glaring at him with narrow, scrutinizing eyes before he’d even opened his mouth, ready to snap well before he’d ever come into the picture. Whatever crawled up your ass and died clearly has you by the throat; Sukuna hardly has to do anything to push you over the edge.
But he helps you along anyway. Baits you, whispers comments under his breath, sneers and laughs on cue whenever you so much as draw breath to speak.
And you give as good as you get; scoffing whenever he enters a room, rolling your eyes and muttering choice words under your breath as soon as you see his demeaning smirk. Hissing at him if he so much as brushes against you, accidental or purposeful.
Sukuna relishes in it; it’s the only fun he has at this hellish school. Running Gojo’s errands and eliminating simple, pathetic spirits is hardly enjoyable.
So when he finds out about your next mission, after relentlessly interrogating Yuuji for information, he’s positively beside himself.
You’re going after a curse user operating some shady business out of a brothel.
A brothel. Sukuna practically laughs in delight.
And there’s no doubt as to how you’re infiltrating it; he’d tailed you around the city, watching eagerly as you’d walked into an expensive lingerie shop and walked out with several small, unassuming bags on your arm.
Several. That, for some reason, brings his excitement to a fever pitch.
He almost breaks into your room to peek. But he stops himself, because the lingerie isn’t the point. The point is he’s got an opportunity to ruin your mission and make you fucking furious.
Of course he’s going to take it.
Exactly four nights after you’ve left the school, Sukuna dresses himself in slacks and a simple black dress shirt. The kind that looks expensive, and he’d stolen a watch from Gojo to ensure he looks like someone with money. He’d pilfered your case file, too; the brothel caters to the extremely wealthy. He helps himself to a couple hundred thousand yen from Gojo’s wallet to account for it.
Sukuna also noted your assumed identity, just so he knows who to request, he thinks, smirking to himself.
Impatient, he gets himself to the whorehouse in seconds. The building is unassuming, the kind of place that’s only there if you know where to look. Sukuna presents himself at the door, flashes some cash, and is waved through.
Inside, the atmosphere reads almost like a bar, if he ignores the absurdly dressed women cozying up to men dressed in expensive suits and smoking cigars. But Sukuna’s not ignoring the women at all, he’s staring outright, methodically meeting gaze after gaze until he finds you staring back.
He smiles, sharp and dangerous, when he finally picks you out. You’re not even looking at him; leaned up against the bar, you’ve got a tray in your hand as you talk easily to the bartender, smiling prettily as customers walk by.
Sukuna takes you in. They didn’t even bother to give you a wig or contacts or anything; they must have thought you’d be pretty enough all on your own. Sukuna certainly thinks so.
But that’s a half thought, barely registering because all of his brainpower is focused on what you’re wearing. Or, how little you’re wearing.
It’s just as absurd as all the others, but Sukuna isn’t complaining. Not when he can see those miles and miles of smooth legs, only broken by a garter belt. Flimsy enough to snap with his fingernail, he muses absently. You shift, and he gets a view of the lace covering your tits, the plunging neckline between them that doesn’t stop until it hits the edge of your panties. Which look like they cover very, very little.
All dolled up, and in black and red, like you knew he was coming.
His cock twitches in his pants. He nearly frowns at himself, but he’s too busy latching onto a passing thought:
What if you had worn it for him? Not that you’d known he was coming here, but you had picked them out. You probably got to keep them after the mission wrapped. What if you’d bought them with him in mind?
You shift your gaze upward, and the thought flies out of his head. You’re about to see him, your eyes are about to meet, and this, this is the moment he’s been waiting for.
He nearly sings with anticipation. He wonders if you’ll throw a temper tantrum; the thought makes him almost giddy.
Pasting on his most smarmy smirk, the one that had you shrieking and jamming a finger into his chest last week, Sukuna watches your eyes flick up to meet his.
Expects them to widen in horror, to narrow in anger. To have some fucking glimmer of recognition.
But instead you look at him with the polite interest a customer might give her client. You smile at him, and it’s not yours, he knows what yours looks like from the few rare occasions you’d deigned to give it to him. The smile you wear is too sweet, just a little sultry. Deliberately alluring, inviting.
It stops Sukuna cold.
“Would you like to spend the night with her?” the hostess asks him politely. “I have to warn you, she’s new, but already proving popular.”
Popular, huh? Sukuna finds he doesn’t like that at all.
The hostess turns and gestures you over. Abandoning the tray, you start to walk toward him.
Sukuna panics. He’d thought you’d see him and blow your cover instantly. He wasn’t expecting you to play it so goddamn cool.
But then he controls himself. You’re going to break eventually, he can make sure of that. No way you’re going to let this end with his cock inside you, he’s going to do something to make you fumble and fuck this mission up.
He grins to himself. How far can he push you before you snap? What does he have to do to break you? And when you do, Sukuna bets it’ll be glorious.
You’re standing in front of him now, and he’s got the smirk back on his face.
The hostess introduces you, but Sukuna barely hears it, too busy staring daggers at you, trying to make you crack.
You smile at him sweetly, almost shyly. “Hello,” you say, in a soft, breathy voice he’s never heard before. “Can I get your name?”
Oh, you’re good. But Sukuna can be better.
“Gojo Satoru.” He raises his eyebrows, hoping to catch you off guard.
But you take it in stride. “Nice to meet you, Gojo,” you purr breathlessly.
Sukuna may have fucked himself with that one.
The hostess glances at you, and you blush. “Did you want to, ah,” you reach for his hand, running soft fingers along the back of it. “Spend some time together?” You look up at him with big, hopeful eyes.
He swallows. Damn. He can see why they gave you this mission.
Sukuna lets his grin widen. “What do you think, pretty girl? Should we have some fun?”
He’s giving you an out, he realizes, feeble as it is.
And Sukuna expects you to take it. But you look back at the hostess, confirming with her, before returning your gaze to his. Your eyes are sultry, excited. Thrilled, even.
“Mmh.” You nod happily, satisfied. Sukuna’s not quite sure what the fuck’s going on.
You step closer to him, plastered to his side as he counts out the money for the hostess. You’re immensely distracting; he thinks he miscounts by two hundred thousand yen. But whatever, it is Gojo’s money, he thinks wryly to himself.
The hostess nods, and then you’re interlacing your small hand with his and guiding him through the booths and tables and around the bar, up a set of stairs, and into a small room.
You lock the door and he crosses his arms over his chest, expecting you to drop the act. Sukuna glances around, the room is dimly lit, with a wide bed and a slick, leather couch.
He looks up to see you smiling sweetly at him. He rolls his eyes. “Alright, brat, cut the shit.”
He’s expecting you to scoff. Instead, you recoil slightly, before your eyes settle. Looking down, you bite your lip, glancing at him every now and then with mournful eyes. “I’m sorry,” you murmur, voice pitiful. “I promise I am.”
What the fuck are you—no.
He snarls, even if his cock starts to harden because that was a really good look on you.
“Enough messing around,” Sukuna demands.
You’re nodding along to his words in a way that makes him think you haven’t heard a word he said. Taking a step toward him, you put a hand on his chest. “You’re right,” you say earnestly. “You should probably, um.” You blush, looking up at him shyly. “Teach me a lesson?”
He glares down at you, unimpressed, even as his cock thickens. “Stop this.”
You freeze, and Sukuna thinks he’s finally gotten through to you. But then you whisper “oh—okay,” softly, still batting your eyelashes over moon eyes.
He growls angrily. Why the fuck won’t you act normally? There can’t be a reason for you to keep up the persona in here. His eyes flit across the ceiling to confirm, not a camera in sight. Are the walls really so thin, are you being watched another way? Sukuna can’t figure it out.
You stare at him, sultry but uncomprehending. When all he does is glower at you, you take a step back.
“Um. Do you mind if I…” settling on the couch, you gesture to your shoes: impractical heels that look far more painful than necessary. Sukuna waves a hand, and you give a wide, grateful smile, leaning down to undo the clasps.
Your breasts practically fall out of your top, and Sukuna watches, entranced despite himself. In a move that is somehow unbearably sexy, you sit up, bringing your knee up to catch the heel and gently slide it off your foot. He swallows audibly as you do it again on the other side.
“Thanks, Gojo,” you say with a sigh, rolling out your ankles.
That snaps him right out of it. “Don’t call me that,” he hisses.
You recoil. “Oh—okay,” you agree, placating. “Should I call you something else?”
Sukuna growls. You bite your lip again.
Then you shift on the couch so you’re facing him, still standing by the door. You widen your shoulders, pushing your breasts out just that much. Like you’re presenting yourself to him.
And it works. You and your skimpy little lingerie have him by the throat.
“Look, I, ah,” you wince. “I know that you paid already, but we don’t have to…I mean, nothing has to happen.” You smile at him assuredly. “This doesn’t have to be like that.”
His eye twitches. Oh, do you think he can’t handle himself if it’s “like that?” You think he can’t go as far as you can, that he’s going to run with his tail between his legs?
“Have you been to a place like this before?” you ask softly. Taunting him.
In a flash, he’s next to you on the couch, hand on your thigh. “I assure you, little one,” he drawls, face inches from your own. “I can handle myself in a place like this.”
He strokes a thumb over your skin, high enough on your leg that it almost reaches the lace of your panties. Now Sukuna expects you to recoil and mean it, maybe slap him for daring to put his hand on you. Instead, you smile, shy and sweet and not yours. You shift even closer, placing a hand on his hip and tracing a finger along the waistband of his pants.
What the fuck. You’re really going along with it?
He’s shocked. But also, the skin of your thigh is warm and supple. His cock isn’t preoccupied with why you’re in front of him dressed like that. His head is clouded. Can he break you by getting his lips on your neck?
Sukuna bends his head and presses lips just below your ear, biting and sucking until he hits your shoulder. You gasp, making these breathy little moans.
Are those real, is that what you sound like? How good of an actor are you really?
Can he get you to say his name?
Your hand settles over his crotch, palming him through his slacks. “Mmh, you’re so big,” you say breathlessly.
Was that you? he wonders furiously, even as his hips twitch. Was that your voice?
Growling, he grabs you by the waist and settles you over his lap. Sukuna looks up at you, waiting, daring. Will this be it? Is this the end of what you can handle?
You smile sweetly, leaning down to kiss him, light and gentle.
Guess you’re good for more.
Sukuna kisses you greedily. It’s saccharine sweet, definitely not you, but he finds he doesn’t care. Your body is so damn soft in his arms, and he can feel the weight of your tits pressed against him.
He gets a hand between you and pulls your breast free, squeezing it in his palm. Sukuna finds your nipple and pinched it harshly. He knows, he just knows you’ve got a taste for pain.
You moan sharply, and he wrenches his lips from yours, staring up at you. Calculating. Was that you? Do you sound like that?
You give him a tender, earnest smile. Not you.
“You’re making me feel so good, Go—” you snap your mouth shut, and he wrenches your nipple sharply; sharp enough that it’ll draw a yelp even out of a fighter like you. Serves you right, you were clearly messing with him.
Your face falls. At first, Sukuna thinks your facade is finally crumbling, but then he realizes you’re playing the part of a girl who just fucked up at her job. “I’m sorry,” you whisper. “I know you—sorry.” You hang your head. “I’m, um, I’m kind of new? At this?” you smile at him ruefully.
Sukuna considers you, lets the silence stretch out. The false vulnerability is eating at him in a way he can’t explain.
You’re very convincing. He didn’t realize you were this good of an actor. What else have you been hiding, keeping secret under exceptional performances?
“S’alright, woman,” he says easily, and you beam at him. Not you.
You grind down on his cock, and he hums, pleased, hand coming up to your hip. “New, huh? Am I your first customer, then?”
His voice is languid, but Sukuna is instantly on edge. The hostess had said you were popular, did that mean like this? Or other services?
He’s suddenly desperate to know.
“Yeah, you’re my first customer.” Your voice is tighter, he thinks. Just slightly, losing some of its sweetness. Your eyes are a touch harder, less stupid and wide.
Is this you? Has he pinned you down?
Sukuna blinks and your eyes are big and eager. You shift your hips and let out a breathless moan.
Did he imagine that? Was that you?
But now you’re grinding yourself wantonly against him, and he finds it doesn’t matter. You lean down and nibble lightly against his neck.
That’s not you, he thinks with a snicker. You would bite.
He shifts, positions his cock just so and bucking up into your heat. Sukuna looks at you, eyebrows raised.
You smile at him so sweetly, rocking yourself against him.
Hn. Will you say his name if makes you come on his hand?
He reaches between your legs and groans: your panties are crotchless, and his fingers hit your folds.
“So wet already, hm?” he hums absent-mindedly, finding your clit and sliding his finger against it.
He stares up at you again, gauging your reaction as he moves his hand against you.
Your arms come to rest around his neck, like it’s easy. “Ye—yeah,” you sigh dreamily. “I’m glad you’re my first client.”
Your eyes are simple, happy. That couldn’t have been you. Right?
You sway on his lap, dragging yourself over his cock while his finger swirls over your clit. “Here, ah,” beaming eagerly, you scoot backwards, busying yourself with his belt buckle.
He stares at you. You’re seeing this through to the end? Why?
But Sukuna can meet you, shot for shot. He lifts his hips obligingly, lets you stand up and drag his pants and briefs down his thighs.
His cock springs free, and he hisses. You stare at it, eyes wide. “Wow,” you say breathlessly.
Sukuna almost laughs in your face. Definitely not you.
“Come on, woman,” he says sharply, tugging you back to his lap. He’s going to make good on his bet and have you coming before he even fucks you.
You follow eagerly, resettling over his lap. Sukuna hisses, because his cock is bare and your underwear isn’t really underwear and the hot, pulsing skin of his dick meets your slick pussy.
He can’t help it, he lets out a groan. Above him, you moan loudly, almost at the same time.
Tch. Whore’s trick.
Sukuna knows you won’t listen, but he turns on you anyway. “Don’t give me any of that fake shit again,” he orders.
You nod carefully. “Oh—okay.”
Rolling his eyes, he gets his thumb on your clit. You shudder, grinding into his hand, sweet little “ah—ah—ahs” falling from your lips.
He changes his rhythm, slides his nail under the hood of your clit, just for a moment. You let out a shocked scream.
He smirks. That might have been you.
Skating yourself over his cock you slide a hand into his hair and pull hard. Like you’re trying to rip it out.
Sukuna’s vision nearly whites out, his mouth drops open. You giggle, and he snarls brutally, even as his hips chase after you.
He swipes angrily at your clit, and you’re giving him those breathy moans again. Your thighs twitch on either side of his lap; you’re close.
Or at least. He thinks you are.
Sukuna’s brow furrows. Are you faking? Would he be able to tell?
Almost on cue, your cries get louder, and louder, nails digging into his shoulders. You’re acting, he decides, furious, you’re pulling one over on him.
Then you give a full body shudder, a tremble that starts from your pelvis and travels up until your head is shaking.
Huh. Not faking? Sukuna can’t fucking tell.
He keeps working at your clit, staring at you, scrutinizing. He measures the crease between your eyebrows, the slight downturn of your mouth, the way you bite your tongue and squeeze your eyes shut.
Faking or not, you’re—
He nearly bites off his tongue.
Indescribable, he decides eventually. In every sense of the word.
Sure. You’re indescribable, as if that isn’t a coward’s way out.
Indescribable, and about to come, or pretend to. Your expression twists, your legs lock around him. On a whim, he slots his middle and ring finger inside you; leans over and bites lazily at your neck. You choke, and then unravel.
Sukuna finger fucks you through it, still trying to decide if it’s real or not. If not, you’re a very good actor. Your legs tremble, your chest heaves as you struggle to catch your breath.
Then you look up at him with sweet, hazy eyes. Sukuna clucks tongue. Even if that was you, it’s not now.
You set your voice low. “Want your cock,” you say desperately.
His stomach pitches in a way he didn’t expect. He doesn’t think that’s you, but he suddenly wishes wildly that it were. Sukuna wants you to say that and mean it, wants you to come on his fingers and pull his hair but without all that sugar-sweet nonsense in your voice. Wants you on your lap, as you really are. Not like this.
His fingers go rigid inside you. It’s a bitter, unwelcome realization. He pushes it aside and scissors you open roughly.
You gasp, mouth open in shock. It’s a flash of what he’s seen before, of what you look like when he’s said something so cutting that you lose your grip before you scream at him. For one brilliant moment, Sukuna thinks he’s gotten to you, that you’re going to let your expression drop and yell yourself hoarse.
He grins in anticipation.
But then you control yourself. You smile down at him, gaze half-lidded. “So big you have to open me up, huh?”
He scoffs in disgust. Why are you so fucking good at this?
You pout for a moment, then school your expression into something alluring. He grits his teeth and finger fucks you meanly.
Maybe you’ll finally break once he’s inside you.
“Want this cock, huh?” he growls.
You nod frantically. “Please, please, let me have it, please fuck me.”
Another whore’s trick. Sukuna’s not sure he could ever get you to beg.
But it works on him anyway, sends rough heat slamming into his navel. He puts his arms under your thighs and stands up, walking over to the bed and dropping you onto it. Sukuna kicks off his pants and you let him manhandle you onto your back, holding your thighs open and pressing your knees to your ears.
He’d take you from behind, but he needs to see your face.
Sukuna’s hands are pressing on your thighs, tip pressing into your cunt, but he stops himself. Looks down at you seriously, just for a moment. Just to see if this is when you back out, when you admit defeat and kick him in the face.
He’s not sure what he’ll do if it is.
Your smile is wide and empty, your eyes heavy lidded and simple. “What’re you waiting for?” you ask in that soft, breathy voice.
Sukuna shakes his head in disbelief. This is insane.
Then he pushes himself inside and promptly forgets his misgivings, because god you’re tight. What could be so insane about having his cock in your tight, perfect little cunt?
You moan (is that real?), lifting your hips up to meet him. He fucks into you roughly, eyes trained on your face. Your jaw is slack, eyes squeezed shut like his cock is the best thing you’ve ever felt. “S’too good,” you whine pathetically.
Damn. Not you.
Can he get to you if you come on his cock?
He moves a hand from your thigh to your clit, lets his knuckle rub back and forth.
“Ugh!”
You scream, and Sukuna snaps his head up. That’s it, he thinks, delirious, that’s the shout you make when he’s riled you up so much you’re beyond words. This has to be you. He’s broken you, you’ve cracked.
He grins triumphantly. To his dismay, you smile back.
“Feels so good,” you mewl. “Your big, thick cock feels so good inside me.”
Oh my god. Sukuna could scream.
Why are you a fucking sorcerer when you could be a goddamn stage actor?
He almost tells you to go fuck yourself. Instead, he rubs vicious circles over your clit, still fucking into you relentlessly.
Maybe this orgasm will be the one, he thinks wildly, starting to lose control. Besides, he needs to see you come again. To compare it with the other one. For research.
Yeah.
He waves the flimsy excuse away, overcome with the need to make you come on his cock. Sukuna growls, flicking at you incessantly, slamming his hips into you again and again.
Again, your thighs start to shake. Your face twists, your hands paw at his hips. He works you harder, and you start to moan, thrusting against him savagely. Sukuna digs his nails into your calf, sharp enough to draw blood.
Your eyes fly open. Your lips flatten, your teeth come together over your tongue as the hissing ‘s’ starts to flow. “Ss—”
Sukuna fucks into you wildly. You’re going to say his name, he’s finally gotten you to say his name.
“So good!” you cry as you come.
Sukuna nearly swears himself blind. Come the fuck on.
But you’re gripping him so tight, walls fluttering around him. With a roar he crashes over the edge, painting your insides.
Sukuna lets your legs fall as he collapses onto you. You hum happily as he pants into your ear.
What the fuck just happened?
He raises his head indignantly, mouth open to demand answers, when you freeze beneath him.
“Oi, bra—”
You slap a hand over his mouth. “Quiet,” you mutter.
His skin crackles. That’s you. There you are.
Sukuna bites on your hand until he draws blood.
You roll your eyes. “Play nice for just five fucking seconds.” You tilt your ear up, listening.
From above, there’s the sound of a door closing, the heavy tread of someone crossing the room.
“Gotta move.” You shove him off of you and jump from the bed, reaching under it for a small bag. Moving quickly, you strip yourself of your whore attire and put on your uniform. Sukuna can only watch, mesmerized, as you ball up the lingerie and use it to wipe his cum off your thigh and scoop it out of yourself before pulling up your pants.
You pull a small knife from the bag, then shove the dirty lingerie inside and run to the door.
Looking back, you raise an eyebrow at his shell-shocked expression. “Room’s yours for an hour. There’s drinks in there if you want.”
“Brat, what the fuck?” he demands.
There’s another thud. Your eyes flick to the ceiling before falling back on Sukuna. “Gotta move,” you repeat, before throwing yourself through the door and shutting it behind you.
Sukuna falls back onto the bed, confused, irritated, irritated because he’s confused.
What in the fresh hell was that?
Had you—why did you—what?
And why had he?
Well, that’s no mystery, he amends. Sukuna’s usually something more, but he started as man, and sometimes that’s all he is. And you were in front of him, and you looked hot. Of course he fucked you.
Yeah. His actions made sense.
Except—
Except for the part where he’d all but decided he wanted to fuck you again. When it was really you, not some constructed whore identity. That didn’t exactly track.
It would be particularly irritating, were Sukuna in the habit of questioning his baser urges. But that’s never been his style. He wants to fuck, he fucks. He wants to fuck you again, he’ll fuck you again.
The question is, will you let him? He can’t force himself on one of Gojo’s sorcerers, that would probably end badly. But you had fucked him this time, hadn’t you?
But why? Were you really so dedicated to your mission?
Hm. Sukuna lets a small smile grace his lips. Above, he can hear the sound of you disarming your target. You’re going to interrogate them, he realizes gleefully, and he grabs his hard cock in his hand.
There’s a squelch, a yelp of pain. Sukuna laughs, fisting himself eagerly.
𝜗ৎ — a quick introduction to me and the kind of content you’ll find on this blog!
𝜗ৎ — a little bit about me!
hello! my name is nora. i’m a latina writer in my twenties who spends most of her free time reading and writing. i love books, fanfics, movies, and anime, and i’m a huge music lover as well. every now and then, those interests find their way into my works.
also, english isn’t my first language, so please be a little patient with me. i sometimes take forever to write because i keep reorganizing everything, but i’m planning on writing shorter fics, more like little drafts.
𝜗ৎ — what you can expect from this blog…
i mainly write for anime fandoms and don’t plan on expanding beyond that. however, i tend to get new interests pretty often, so they might show up here from time to time.
this account is primarily focused on smut/nsfw content, so i kindly ask that minors do not interact. i can’t always confirm your age, but if i notice someone is a minor, they will be blocked. i’m not responsible for your access to the internet, but you’ve been warned.
as mentioned above, this blog will mainly feature smut. some works may include smut with hints of dark content and/or dark themes. content warnings will always be placed at the top of each fic, so you know what you’re getting into.
i mostly write for afab!reader and, in most cases (if not always), for male characters — but as the big bisexual i am, i might also write for women sometimes.
𝜗ৎ — what you won’t find here…
i don’t use “y/n” in my fics. “reader” here will never include physical traits like hair color or weight. however, i may occasionally write chubby!reader, black!reader, etc. everything will always be properly tagged in the works, so no worries.
i’m open to trying new kinks and exploring different kinds of content, but i won’t write anything involving sexual abuse/rape, dubcon, incest, step-incest, pseudo-incest, or related themes. i also won’t write underage reader or any characters who are minors. vomit, scat, and piss-related content are also excluded.
i may include injuries, blood, and similar elements, but my fics won’t include physical or emotional aggression toward “the reader”
𝜗ৎ — and now, to the end:
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