Sukuna x Reader
Fem!Reader
Tags: Blow Jobs, Face-Fucking, Come Swallowing, Throne Sex, Submission
Words: 1 434
Eager to Please
Sukuna sprawls lazily on his throne, a smirk playing on his lips as he watches your approach. He raises an eyebrow, his eyes roving over your figure, taking in every detail. When his gaze meets yours, he smiles, a wicked gleam dancing in his eyes. "Well, well… what have we here?" he says, his voice dripping with mockery. "Some brave soul, daring to approach the King of Curses himself?"
You nod, unable to speak, and kneel before him. "I've come to offer myself to you, Sukuna-sama. It would be an honor to serve you however you please."
"And why should I accept your offer, hmmm?" You let out a soft whimper as his fingers thread through your hair, a thrill of pleasure coursing through you at the slight tug. "What makes you think you're worthy of serving me?"
His hand continues to explore, trailing down your body, leaving a heated path in its wake. The noises you make are a mix of surprise and arousal as he touches you, your breaths quickening with every stroke.
"If it pleases you, Sukuna-sama," you gasp, leaning into his touch, "I would be more than happy to demonstrate."
Sukuna's smirk widens at your eager response, his grip on your hair growing firmer, eliciting a muffled moan from you.
"Oh, you're quite the eager servant, aren't you?" His voice is low and gruff, sending a shiver down your spine. He pulls you closer, your bodies almost touching. "I do enjoy that."
With your eyes locked on his, you feel a surge of excitement at the challenge. "Then, please, allow me to show you just how much it pleases me, my lord."
With trembling hands, you reach for the sash of his kimono, eager to reveal what lies beneath. The fabric parts, exposing his erect and dripping cock. It stands proudly before you, begging for your touch. You pause to take in the view, understanding that his arousal is a direct result of your submission. It's an addictive sight to see how much you affect him.
Sukuna's eyes never leave yours as you lean in, your breath hot on his skin. He watches with anticipation as your mouth hovers just above his cock. His grip on your hair tightens, urging you to go further.
With a soft moan, you part your lips and take him into your mouth. His taste is unlike anything you've ever experienced, potent, wild, and intoxicating. You begin to suck, tentatively at first, and then with more confidence, as you sense his body's response to your ministrations.
His smirk grows into a grin as you take him deeper, your tongue swirling around his length. His hips begin to rock in a subtle yet undeniable rhythm, his body's involuntary response to the pleasure you're giving him. The gentle buck of his hips urges him further into the wet, warm cavern of your mouth, and you obediently accept his silent demand, eager to satisfy his every whim.
Sukuna's hand tightens its grasp on the back of your head, guiding your movements with a masterful rhythm that elicits deep, animalistic groans of pleasure from his throat. "Good girl," he murmurs in a gravelly tone, thick with unbridled lust. "Take it all, just like that, sweetheart."
Obediently, you open your mouth wider, taking in more of his substantial length, pushing past the point of comfort until your throat is stretched and filled with his pulsing cock. The sensation is overwhelming, each thrust causing your eyes to water and your throat to constrict around his thick girth. You focus on breathing through your nose, the air passing around the invading shaft, as your cheeks hollow out with each eager suck.
His hand on your head moves with increasing urgency, his grip tightening as he fucks your mouth with shallower, more rapid strokes. The sound of your saliva slurping and his pre-come dripping down your chin fills the air as you struggle to keep up with his pace. You can feel his cock swell even more, the veins bulging as it pulses with the need to release its hot, sticky essence.
Sukuna's intense gaze is fixed on you, his eyes smoldering with a desire that seems to pierce through your soul. His body betrays his feelings. His chest heaves with every breath, and his abs clench and relax with the effort of holding back his impending climax. His hips rock slightly, a silent demand for you to go further, to push him closer to the edge of pleasure.
He watches you, his eyes dark, while you worship his cock. As if the only reason for your existence is to be on your knees in front of him. Each stroke of his cock against the back of your throat sends waves of arousal through your body, your own need building in response to his.
He grunts, his voice strained, as he watches the scene unfold before him. The sight of you, kneeling before him, eyes watering and cheeks flushed, your mouth stretched wide around his cock, is almost too much for him to bear. His legs begin to tremble, and his grip on your head tightens even more, controlling every motion as you both approach the edge of ecstasy.
You feel the tension in his body coil tighter, the muscles in his thighs and abdomen contracting as he gets closer and closer to the peak. His strokes become more erratic, and you know he's near. You redouble your efforts, your tongue swirling around his shaft, your cheeks hollowing as you suck him down.
"Ah, yes," he breathes. "Just like that."
You trace the veins that pulse just beneath the surface with the tip of your tongue, exploring every ridge and contour of his shaft. As you reach the swollen head, you swirl your tongue around the sensitive glans, applying just the right amount of pressure to make him gasp. Flicking and darting, you tease the slit at the top, savoring his growing precum. You then flatten your tongue and glide it along the underside, feeling his cock twitch with pleasure. With a final, deep-throated sucky, you feel the pressure building, and suddenly he's spilling deep into your throat, making you drink down every last drop. You swallow eagerly, savoring the taste of his him.
He pulls his cock from your eager mouth, leaving a trail of sticky, pearly come across your lower lip and dripping onto your chin. The last droplets of his essence cling to the corners of your mouth, a testament to the depth of his release.
Sukuna's grip on your hair loosens, and he leans back on his throne. His slightly faster breath is the only indication of your services. He looks at you with a mix of satisfaction and hunger. "Perfect," he says, his voice a low growl. "You have proven yourself worthy. But this is just the beginning."
You bask in his praise, feeling your pride and excitement rise. His gaze shifts to your mouth before he reaches out gently, his roughness from moments ago replaced by tenderness. He lifts your chin and wipes the leftover drops of his pleasure with his thumb, bringing them inside your mouth for you to swallow. Without a moment's hesitation, you comply with the silent command conveyed in his gaze. You've followed his request, and now you're under his control.
Leaning in, he captures your mouth in a soft, lingering kiss. It's a stark contrast to the fervor of earlier, but no less intense. His tongue slides along yours, tasting himself on your lips, as if claiming you all over again. The kiss deepens, and your hands find their way to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your palms.
When he pulls away, his eyes are dark with passion. "Now, tell me," he whispers, his voice a gentle command, "how do you feel?”
You pause for a second, overwhelmed. "I feel..." you begin, searching for the right words, "as if I belong to you," you finally say, your voice filled with a mix of awe and vulnerability, "and it's the best feeling ever."
He grins warmly, his smile tinged with a touch of possessiveness. "And that's how it should be," he says, his thumb stroking your cheek. "Now, how about I return the favor?"
