I’m begging and scratching at the walls for more plug!sukuna omg. I’ve been thinking about him at a party really clinging to a shy girl, trying to get her to “just take one hit you’ll like it” and something something he convinces her to sit on his lap and he lets her explore his body, slowly getting really worked up. Letting her have “control” until he loses it.
Once again this weeks dub has me by the NECK Ray chase ate and left no crumbs UNFFF I hope you like this! Scummy Sukuna my beloved 💖
“Alone?” a voice asks, sitting beside you on the couch. You shuffle as much as you can to give him space, keeping your knees together as he decides to manspread and rest his arm around the back.
“No I’m with my—” you turn to look at Nobara before realising she’s attached her lips to someone else’s while you were disassociating. “Oh, well, kind of.” you shrug.
He smirks, leaning forward. “Good,” he tells you as he pulls some things out of his pocket and places them on the coffee table. It’s like a science, watching people roll blunts. You’ve never tried it and you’ve never wanted to, not when you’ve heard so many horror stories. But whenever you’ve been around to see someone roll, you’ve always been oddly captivated. “You look lost.”
“U-Um…” you huff, unsure of how to respond. “I don’t really like parties…” you sigh.
He nods, not saying anything else as he continues to finish rolling his joint. It’s quick and easy, like he does this all day everyday and has it perfected. You watch him light it, but look down at your lap when he leans back against the couch.
“Why not?” he wonders. “Too loud? Too many people?”
“Yeah…” you confess, feeling a little lame as you admit your true feelings.
You’re in the prime of your life and you’re complaining about being at a party. You wouldn’t mind as much if Nobara wasn’t occupied. But you don’t know anyone else here. Truthfully, you probably would have snuck home if he didn’t sit down to talk to you. You’d much rather be at home with some takeout food and a bingeable show.
Your heart sinks a little when he stands up. Have you really embarrassed yourself that much? So much so that you’ve bored him enough to leave. He walks away, turning to face you after taking a good amount of steps.
“Are you coming? Thought you didn’t like parties.” he speaks. He waits until you stand up, but carries on walking before you can catch up to him. You follow him through the house and up the stairs. It’s a lot quieter, though there are still muffles. Soft moans from one room and crying from another. “Sukuna. If you were wondering.” he introduces himself, not bothering to look at you as he does.
You tell him your name, and realise he’s brought you to a bedroom.
“Get comfy.” he instructs, he turns on a light, dimming it slowly when he sees your eyes screw shut from the brightness. The music still plays softly through the gaps of the door and into the room from the rest of the house. “Why’d you come here if you don’t like parties?”
“My friend… she wanted me to.”
“So you just do what people tell you to?” he asks, sitting beside you on the bed.
Your face fills with heat and your heart begins to race. You wiggle away from him slightly to keep some distance between you. He takes a drag of his blunt, looking up at the lights as he puffs a plume of smoke towards the ceiling.
“Not always.”
He doesn’t respond, instead, he holds the blunt out for you to try. You shake your head, though, declining immediately. Even with a few drinks in your system, you know better.
“Awe, no fun.” he chuckles, taking another drag. “C’mon. One hit, sweetheart.” he tells you, getting closer to you again and putting his arm around you. Your head drops, eyes finding where his hand rests on your hip before looking at the joint he’s holding right in front of you.
“I— I’ve never… I’ve never smoked before.” you admit.
“That’s cute. One puff won’t hurt, yeah?” he speaks, though you’re unsure if he’s trying to convince you or if he’s actually certain it won’t hurt. He smiles widely, it’s toothy and somewhat intimidating. He’s happy. He can see that you’re considering it. “Promise you’ll like it.”
You gulp, heartily, before wrapping your lips around the end of it. You’ve smoked cigarettes before, and you could only assume it would be similar.
Wrong.
You cough, sputter, gag from the invasion. He laughs at your expense, though he smooths a large palm up and down your back to soothe you. Your throat feels charred. It’s like the smoke has burnt holes throughout your oesophagus and the edges are scalding.
He gets up and walks towards a mini fridge you hadn’t noticed, tossing a bottle of water in your direction. And you drink it, quickly, the bottle crackling as you squeeze and drain it of every drop you can steal.
“S-Sorry,” you apologise, still coughing slightly. “That was embarrassing.”
“Yeah.” he agrees. “You really weren’t lying about it being your first time, hah?” he keeps going. Unfortunately for you, you don’t realise that he’s goading you. And it’s working.
You ask for another hit, out of principle. And of course, he smiles and hands it to you.
It gets easier, for sure. Soon enough, you’ve smoked the whole thing. He applauds you, impressed. But why does it make your ego swell? Your confidence soars, you don’t feel so shy anymore.
Not around him.
“C’mere,” he instructs, patting his thighs as an invitation. You look between his ruby red eyes and thick thighs as you decide whether you want to or not. You hesitate, a few times, before eventually standing up. He guides you down by your hips, your thighs straddling his while his hands dip beneath your skirt and thumbs stroke your skin soothingly.
Your eyes feel heavy, and he can’t help but smile when he sees how bloodshot they are. He can see how your eyes want to widen in shock. So utterly confused about how you got here.
He doesn’t give you a chance to think, though, not when his large hand cradles the crown of your head and pulls you towards himself. Your lips are caught together. It’s tame, to him. But to you it’s scandalous. A random hook up isn’t something you’ve ever done. You’re a long term relationship kind of girl.
But you can’t help yourself, now. His personality is magnetic, and his charm is captivating. You don’t want to disappoint him, for some reason. The thought of letting him down scares you. The idea of disobeying him makes your heart race.
That could just be the drugs, though.
You pull back, tracing your fingers over his body. A breathy gasp leaves you as he pulls off his vest, tossing it aside to reveal his chiselled body. Your cunt throbs as you feel how ripped he is. He’s the biggest man you’ve ever been with, like this, and he knows it too. He can tell by the look on your face.
The way you unashamedly squeeze his biceps. Two of your little hands aren’t even enough to wrap around the entire muscle.
He watches you, calmly, admiring how cute you look as you inspect every inch of his body.
“Having fun?” he asks, you give nothing but a dumb nod in response. His skin is smooth and you find yourself tracing a single finger over all of his tattoos. He guides you by your chin to look at him again, leaning forward to kiss you.
You reciprocate, allowing him to kiss you his way. He slips his tongue between the seam of your lips and two rough hands reach under your skirt and grab the fat of your ass. You wrap your legs around his back as he lifts you up, helping you back down so that your back is flat against the mattress.
He ruts his body against yours. And you can feel just how hard he is beneath his sweats. It’s huge, it feels huge. But you can barely focus as each dry humping of his hips stimulates your core.
“Fuck, need to fuck you,” he whispers against your ear and nibbling on the lobe. Your eyes roll back as he chokes you softly, and your own hips begin to buck as you search for more pleasure.
You’ve never felt so aroused before.
It’s like all of the blood is rushing to your core and pleading with you to stimulate yourself further. You need more. More. You wonder if anything will ever be enough, though.
“S’fucking cute, wan’ my cock bad, hah? Am I right?”
“F-Fuck me, please.” you whimper, screwing your eyes shut so that he can’t see how embarrassed you are.
He loosens his grip on your neck, moving it to cup your cheek instead. You instinctively open your mouth for him, and he lets out a soft laugh before pushing his thumb between your lips. He pulls down his sweatpants just enough to free his cock, eyes not leaving you for a second as you swirl your tongue around his thumb, bobbing and sucking all the while.
“I fucking knew it,” he speaks, “Always the quiet ones, always the dirtiest.”
You giggle a little, still suckling on his thumb like it was your sole purpose on this earth. He flips up your skirt to reveal a cute little g-string beneath.
“You don’t like parties? S’that why you came here dressed like a little whore?” he asks, pushing the material into the crease of your thigh. He lines his cock up with your entrance, slowly pushing in. “Sorry I didn’t prep ya, but you’re drenched anyway. Besides, a slut like you prob’ly doesn’t mind getting fucked like this.” he continues. He forces himself into you, ignoring the resistance until he’s snuggled inside.
He is huge.
The way your pussy splits open just to take the sheer girth of him makes you wonder if he’s even human. His cockhead nudges at your cervix, and every thrust he delivers hammers against it ruthlessly.
“H-Hurh…” you try to tell him that you’re hurting, but his thumb presses down on your thumb and it makes you gag. Though he slows down, knowing you were warning him. He isn’t a complete monster, after all. He’s a bit of a dick, sure, but he wants you to enjoy this, too.
His thrusts aren’t as deep anymore, sparing your poor cervix for the time being. The pain subsides and turns into something a lot more pleasant. So much so, that you can’t stop yourself from raking your nails across his back as he hits just the right spot inside of you with his enormous cock.
He pulls his thumb from your mouth, opting to squeeze the sides of your neck again instead. Your moans become lodged in your throat, and you can’t voice just how fucking perfect he feels inside of you. You’re close, so fucking close.
Though surprisingly, he cums first, loudly. Unable to withstand the blinding pleasure he feels as your tiny little cunt tightens around him. His body breaks out in a cold sweat as he moans, fucking his cum deeper and deeper into you. His restraint is lost, and he’s soon nudging against your cervix again, forcing every drop he can deep into your womb.
The warm feeling has your eyes crossing as you begin to spasm around him. He hisses, desperately, too overstimulated to keep quiet as your walls begin to hug his cock.
“You can stay the night, if you want.” Sukuna tells you, pulling himself out of your spent hole. He wipes his dick off on your inner thigh, though you barely register it as you think about what he said.
“Is this… Is this your house? Your party?”
“Little brother’s party. I live here, too.”
He doesn’t want you to get the wrong idea. You’re certainly a sweet girl, and you seem like the type to get attached. He has an ulterior motive in mind, though. Sure, maybe he’ll fuck you a few more times throughout the night. But he hopes you won’t be a fool and fall for him.
He has a goal for the following morning.
He wants to know how Yuuji’s girlfriend will react to seeing a girl leave his bedroom.
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sort report by. monsterfucking (i am so sorry), gentle sukuna, loss of virginity, fingering (f! receiving), cunniligus, choking (not the sexy kind), riding, overstimulation, multiple orgasams, slightly dubious consent, slight spoilers (i mention shibuya like barely)
→ reader makes a deal with sukuna in order to spare the lives of her fellow sorcerers and that’s the only reason why she has sex with him. (for the jjk verse anyway) idk anyone who would willingly fuck him
“and they’ll be safe?”
you swallow softly, in the mouth of the lion. the air around you trembles from sukuna’s excitement and because you know this, it makes your stomach clench painfully. you don’t know when you decided to toss your stones in with a literal monster, when your trust in the other sorcerers dwindled down to the point when you could at least count on sukuna upholding his end of the deal (if he even does at all, you think mulishly) - but you have. you ran out of options a long time ago. you know that, and so does he.
“they’ll be safe” purrs sukuna, voice rumbling like a cat’s.
your eyes meet those of a hungry red stare. it makes a shiver roll down the length of your spine. fingers catch underneath your chin and pull you close until your noses are touching. now that the two of you are so close, it feels like sukuna is undressing your flesh from your bones with his eyes alone. “so you agree little sorcerer?”
“yes” you whisper, without giving it another thought. you don’t have time to try and back out of this. what’s done is done. you’ve always felt that you were lagging a little behind the rest of your peers anyway. sacrificing yourself to the king of curses for the wellbeing of everyone else is only a small fraction of what you’re willing to do for them. everything that happens after, you’ll have to grit your teeth and bare it. sukuna’ll get bored of torturing you eventually.
the edges of your vision begin to darken. you know that your time with sukuna is up. you feel vibrations, rumble akin to thunder in your ears. his voice wraps around you like a particularly stuffy blanket.
by the time the fifth person dies to your hand, you are completely numb to it all. you trudge listlessly through the streets scattered with severed limbs. it looks as though everything has been permanently stained with blood. it doesn’t matter what happens now, not really. everything you do now is your part in the fulfillment of your contract. you can’t let yourself get emotional, not when everyone’s lives are at stake. you drift in and out of it, in a laser focused daze. the screams of the tormented souls around you sound muted. you walk through tokyo as though the world around you is a video put on mute. curses all around you swipe up innocent people running for their lives, yet you do nothing to step in. you walk by them without a second glance, heading diligently towards the meeting place.
when you arrive at the shibuya crossing, you are greeted by a pile of bodies mountain top high. sitting at the very top, is sukuna. he’s red stained, as though he’s been put in a photograph filter, hand cupping his cheek. a look of complete and utter boredom rests upon his face.
your eyes meet, and you cannot deny the way life springs into sukuna’s eyes, grinning ferally.
“there you are, little sorcerer,” he says, patting a body next to him. “join me”
“no” you reply, looking at the mountain of carnage warily.
“you don’t want to see the view?” asks sukuna, smiling down at you sharply.
“no” you say again, because you are horribly afraid of heights. you prefer that your feet remain on the ground at all times. and also, being in a close proximity to the king of curses terrifies you. your apparent lack of interest has sparked his - thus leading to him leaping down to grasp onto your forearm. he does not wipe away the blood that remains there.
sukuna laughs sardonically. “you want a better view? i’ll show you the best view tokyo has to offer”
he doesn’t wait for you to object, or to agree, before picking you off the ground and carrying you bridal style. it takes you a while (to busy trying to force yourself not to look at the ground below you, and then cursing yourself when you do) before you realize where he’s headed. gojo-sensei once took you here for a field trip. the tokyo sky tree. sukuna leaps to the very top, a lot farther than where people are supposed to go. your heart catches in your throat and you keep very still.
there are no railings, no forms of support. just a small steel beam. sukuna balances on this easily with one foot. the air is thinner, and colder and because your clothes are wet from all the blood you’ve shed, you shiver. you look down, stupidly, and you nearly shit yourself.
he’s going to drop me.
you spare a look at the curse, considering whether or not he would spare you if you begged for your life. the look in his red eyes says otherwise.
“what do you think?” he asks, like he’s considering your opinion about dinner.
you swallow, and you can feel your feet dangling. you are hyper-aware of how tightly your grasping onto his kimono. you hate yourself more than you already do for relying on him to keep you safe. “i…i don’t want to be up here anymore. i want to get down”
“just humor me” he says, and you realize how soft his tone sounds with you. you know that he is incapable of feeling pity - yet you struggle to understand what emotion it is that he’s expressing to you. “enjoy the view”
jerkily, you nod. sukuna shifts in place and you hurry to throw your arms around his neck, panting and shivering. the city, normally bright and neon is smattered gray. entire areas have been leveled. some buildings are split, others are on the verge of crumbling and explosions shatter the earth. even the screams reach up to the highest point, shrinking of curses and people alike.
sukuna’s finger traces figures on your backside. you want to shrug him off, but the thought of him dropping you without a second thought quickly gets rid of that thought. best to play along with his whims for now. “beautiful, isn’t it?”
“this looks like hell” you mumble, shivering as you tighten your grip.
“you’ll be surprised” says sukuna, looking at you with a look so fond it nearly makes you sick. “that hell is a beautiful place”
you don’t want to argue with him about that. “i’m cold, can we go?”
“alright, we can go” sukuna says, still fond. “i’ve just decided where we’ll be spending our wedding night”
the descent is three times worse, you think. the only thing you can do is hold your breath and try not to puke.
-
the next place, you know very well - just by direction, in fact. despite all the wonderful, luxurious buildings in tokyo, huge skyscrapers, apparently there is no other place sukuna would rather be than in the largest shrine the city has to offer.
you’ve been dreading your “wedding night” since the day you heard sukuna call you his, and every fleeting touch, gentle caress and flirtatious look has been building up to this moment. all the weeks leading up to this moment was just one, long, incredibly drawn out wedding ceremony.
now that there is no one left to oppose you, it’s time to bask in the horrible glory of all that you’ve accomplished by his side. somewhere where the two of you will be completely and utterly alone. and at first, you expect the shrine to be like all other places left standing in shibuya, but this is pristine. no blood, no bodies, no screams. sukuna threads his fingers through your limp ones, and squeezes, like a lover wanting to show off something special. you clutch tightly onto his fingers, but do not squeeze back. the distant falling sun places the entirety of the shrine in a blood orange glow.
you climb the steps to the shrines main room, and where there should be statues is only a room of soft satin pillows and a long table. you think back to the lanterns lighting the way and wonder when and how sukuna could have possibly set any of this up. much to your pleasure, you can feel his hand slipping free of yours. he places a hand on the small of your back and gently pushes you towards an opening towards your left. “go change, little sorcerer”
you follow the directions robotically, mind still wrapping itself around the whole thing. truth be told, you are grateful for the chance to get out of your dirty school uniform. you look around at the room, and wonder when someone could have refurbished the place to look so lavish. you peel of the tattered uniform for what feels like the last time and look at the kimonos laid out in front of you. one is black, with it’s matching hakama. the other is a soft white kimono with intricate gold thread patterns.
your fingers trace the pattern curiously. are you going to walk back in the room, where sukuna will be wearing a matching kimono? at least he was thoughtful enough to include both kimonos, you guess before pulling down the white one and shoving it on. you exit the room in a huff, your last act of defiance before marching yourself back to sukuna’s side.
he is not wearing the kimono. as you approach, he raises himself from his slouching position to fix you with a smile. this one, like all the others before it, are fond. you clench your fists by your side and wish for the earth to swallow you whole. this is so humilating.
“well, little sorcerer, you clean up nicely”
there is no chance to hide your grimace, and you finger at the fabric of your kimono before gingerly kneeling at his side. you don’t bother taking a pillow for yourself. the hard wood floor feels like punishment enough.
sukuna isn’t bothered at all by your aloofness. he says something about going to get changed and walks out of the room. you wait patiently for a moment, anxious feelings crawling up your gut. you’re scared, apprehensive. he’s probably going to kill you tonight, you guess, staring down at your hands as you try to picture it. you hope he’s gentle with it, when he does. or at least merciful enough to grant you a swift death.
as you wait for the doors to open again, a breeze settles over you, like a warm blanket. you recongize this as energry, and jerk your head around, alert. another curse? but then you frown again when you realize that you recongize this pattern of cursed energy to be sukuna’s. a lot bigger, and more potent than when he was trapped inside of yuuji’s body, but still his. what the hell is he doing in there? but before you can even stand to go see, sukuna walks back through the doors.
well. he certainly is much bigger.
he’s got the same red eyes, only now there’s two sets of them. when they trace over your body, you scrunch the edges of your kimono up into your hands. four arms now too. and then you blush when you realize he’s got nothing but a loincloth on. understandably, you are frozen to your core. sukuna walks forwards, picking up the table and tossing it away like it weighs nothing. the ceramic dishes and vases fall to the ground, breaking. you stumble to the floor, and proceed to crawl backwards away from him.
“come here” he says, grabbing you by the ankle and pulling you closer in. the line on his stomach opens and a tongue lolls out. you eye this warily.
“get off” you snap, chest heaving as you try to wrench your foot away. “what are you doing?”
sukuna looks at you like you are lacking some crucial brain cells. “it’s our wedding night, little sorcerer. i want to make love with my wife”
you blanch, going still with fear. that means…he wants to have sex with you. it’s going to hurt a lot, you think, especially since you’ve never done anything like this before. sukuna’s a curse. he’s not patient. he isn’t going to make this feel good for you. you’re scared, terrified - breathing slowly to try to prepare yourself for the pain you’re sure is going to come. after this, he’ll surely kill you and then he’ll hold up his end of the deal. who cares if you won’t be around to see the rest of your friends? at least they’ll be safe. you jump when you feel his hand on your bare leg, skirting up towards the bottom of your kimono.
but he stops entirely when he sees how you’ve gone limp, and even though you’ve jutted your chin to the side, gazing at the window, he can see that far-away look in your eyes. you don’t even notice his staring, which shows him exactly how out of it you are.
you gasp wetly when sukuna’s hand tightens around your throat, pulling you up so that you and him are face to face. call it sorcerers instinct, or at least some part of you that doesn’t want to die, but you grab weakly at the thick forearm, nails scratching to free yourself. he flexes his grip once, and you open your mouth in desperate search of air.
“little sorcerer,” softly chides the curse, leaning forwards to lick up a salty trial of tears. “,this is our wedding night. i want to see your enthusiasm”
he releases you suddenly, watching neutrally as you heave gulps of air. angry hacks soon follow, more tears spilling down your cheeks. both of your hands slowly wrap around your neck, wincing at the tenderness as you try to even your breath. but each intake of air hurts more than the last. without thinking, you shoot out to grasp at sukuna’s arm, looking up at him, still struggling to breathe.
“i’ve crushed your poor throat, haven’t i?” sukuna says, baby soft as you let out a whine so weak it might as well be a whimper. “hold still love” this time, the brush of his fingers bring more warm cursed energy. the thin muscles in your neck manage to expand, and breathing is easy again. you gulp down some air anyway, as if your learning to breathe for the first time all over again.
your hand clutches at his tightly, holding onto him as if he’s the only thing keeping you afloat in a vast ocean. and in a way, he is. you pant over his knuckles as the panic dwindles from your chest.
“i forget how fragile you can be” sukuna mumbles, pulling you over his knee. it both traps and cradles you. but your much too dazed to fight against him right now, looking up with a teary eyed blink when sukuna thumbs at the side of your neck. “we’ll start slow then”
your heart clenches and you shut your eyes, but are thoroughly surprised by the softest press of his lips to yours. it’s quick, chaste and when he pulls away you blink up at him slowly. “how’s that?”
you blink, unsure. you expected a lot worse. you struggle to find an answer, because you have nothing to compare it to. you might be a third year, but sorcery doesn’t leave a lot of time for romance. hasn’t even been on your mind, now that you think about it.
“not sure?” sukuna prompts, smiling when you nod along. “alright, another”
this time, sukuna tilts ever so slightly so that your lips slot together. his mouth is a lot less disgusting than you thought it would be. you expected him to ravish you, rancid smells as he presses you down and takes until he has no use for you anymore. but instead, the only thing you find yourself thinking of are the soft warm pillows back at the dorms. and something tingles, a funny little thing when he pulls away.
the fluttering feeling in your chest betrays the lingering disdain you feel and as you work your mouth against sukuna’s the fluttering tingly feeling shoots straight down to your groin.
“stick out your tongue little sorcerer, yes, just like that” he murmurs against your lips and you can feel him smile again. and you hate that you feel better now that you have some approval. and you obey, gasping wetly when his tongue bumps against yours. another shockwave shoots down your back and settles down in your core and you can’t help but tense your thighs with a whine.
“you’re getting excited” he chuckles, pleased. his large hand presses on your stomach, slowly traveling down before slipping through your kimono. you still kiss him, although slowly with how your eyes are trained on his hand. you stiffen again when his fingers meet warm skin. a few fingers pat against your underwear, moving them to the side and you jolt. no one’s ever touched you down there before, not even you. at least, not enough to make yourself cum. “a little wet” he murmurs, more to himself than you and you want to deny it, but you can feel his fingers playing with your slick.
“i do recall,” sukuna ponders aloud, as his fingers swipe through your folds. “right…here, should be all of those little nerves” another whimper rips out of you as his fingers bump against your clit, and another when he begins to rub at it more purposefully. every stroke sends another heat up under your skin. and any coherent thought turns itself to mush as you slowly let your hips follow the rhythm of his fingers. sukuna chuckles, sound deep right next to your ear. “you’re getting slicker, little sorcerer. do you like getting your little clit played with?”
you nod shakily, whimpering. another finger slides down, pushes past your folds to prod at the entrance to your cunt. he pushes inside, and you gasp, nails digging into your sides. the feeling is uncomfortable, foreign. you’ve fingered yourself before, yes, everyone has - but sukuna’s fingers are much bigger than anything you’ve taken. your pussy squeezes up tight around the intrusion as you grit your teeth.
“so tight though,” sukuna mumbles, and to you he says, “love, you didn’t tell me you were a virgin”
you don’t say anything, but wince when the finger starts to move, pumping in and out of you slowly. as soon as the ache comes, it’s gone again, replaced with pleasure. that tingling feeling from before is back, heat sparking in your gut. you roll your hips to get him deeper, whining when you feel full.
“and…” sukuna kisses a patch of your sweaty forehead, whispering something soft against your skin, voice dripping with pure delight. “your spot should be, right...” your eyes widen as his finger presses up against your spot. your head lurches back with a throaty cry, whimpering out his name. “there we go, right here, how’s that love?”
“n-no. s-stop. sukuna! gonna, ah! feel weird!”
he shushes you patiently, leaning forwards, finger still rocking in and out, to press a angel soft kiss to your shaking lips. heat blooms in your core and you can feel your skin start to hum, body shaking. soundless words pour from your lips, hands grasping at sukuna softly as you keen, deep in your throat.
“look at me” sukuna says, eyes deep blazing and red, and you whimper and whine around his finger. “i want to see your face when you cum for me, little sorcerer”
you grant his wish, eyes blinking hazily as your mouth parts around a shout. you can feel your juices squelching out around his finger, wetting your thighs and sliding down your ass crack. you can feel sukuna lean down, licking at your tear tracks with a sadistic chuckle. but you only whine again, breathless. you can’t help but groan softly when you see sukuna pull out, fingers brushing against his stomach so that the mouth there can swallow around his fingers. in the few minutes of silence, your eyes land curiously on sukuna. more specifically, the loincloth. you have to squint to see past the tears, but you can see the tent. and after more staring, your stomach drops when you realize whats underneath.
of course he has two dicks. you don’t even know why you’re surprised. sukuna notices you staring, and follows your gaze. when he realizes what your looking at, parts the cloth with one hand. “don’t look so horrified little sorcerer, it’s hard to stay calm when you moan so prettily for me”
“can i,” your eyes dart to the side nervously “uhm, can i touch? please?”
sukuna looks surprised at your inquiry, but smiles, slow and ravenous. he gives his consent and you crawl forwards, legs shaking. you lift a hand down to cup the lower hanging one in your hands, fingers tracing along the slit curiously. above you, the curse inhales a sharp breath. and when you trace the large vein underneath, sukuna presses you down, stealing the breath from your lungs with a kiss. your small hands still jerk him off when you kiss, sloppy and inexperienced. but sukuna goes crazy for the touch anyway, groaning into your mouth.
his hands wander, pulling you this way and that as he pulls your clothes off. you try to jerk him off through it best you can. once you are finally naked, sukuna pulls away completely to stare at you. you flush and fight the urge to cover yourself. you aren’t impressive in any means, but sukuna can’t stop staring. “gorgeous” and then, “up, sorcerer”
you are completely confused when sukuna leans back. his hands grab you and place you down so that your knees straddles both side of the mouth on his stomach. you panic, unsure of where to put your hands. your eyes meet red and then you slowly lower your hips down until you’re seated on the warm, wet muscle. it takes a few more seconds for him to start, and at first you think nothing of it. just his tongue sliding against the expanse of your thighs.
until, that is, his tongue juts more firmly, pressing up against your clit. your brows pinch with the effort of trying to contain yourself, mouth falling open with a tiny noise and your hips slowly chase the feeling. the last bits of your hesitation fall away when the tongue swipes through your folds, licking up your slick like candy, and eager for more. and with the size, he’s able to tease at your aching clit and your entrance at the same time.
sukuna hums, appreciative. “there you go” he says, transfixed by your slow unraveling “take what you want”
this was the view that he craved. you slowly tossing your fear and hesitant nature to the side, lost in the throes of passion and pleasure you never felt before. pleasure you would never feel again, without him. indulging in yourself only, riding atop him in a conquered city, freshly yours. sukuna’s thumbs press into your sides, and you whine, voice catching on a shaky moan. you deserve to give into gluttony, to binge on the worlds pleasures. you are the queen of curses after all. you’ve gone mindless now, bouncing on his tongue, between breathy moans and the occasional loud whine. you want nothing else now, but for him to finally slip inside. and as if reading your mind, his tongue breaches your cunt, and you can hear how loudly he’s slurping at your pussy. your fingers jab themselves into his abs as you hump at his mouth with abandon, desperate to cum.
it’s just too much. you cum with a loud whine, tapering off into a pained gasp. you can see his mouth moving, but no sound comes out, at least anything louder than your heart pounding in your ears. sukuna grabs you by the waist, so fucking tiny in his large hands, lifting you like a little doll - chuckling darkly at the tiny whimper you let out and placing you on the tip of his cock.
a hoarse yell rips from your throat as your placed down with no warning. your cunt flutters and attempted to stretch around his thick cock, tears springing forwards in your eyes. his other cock settles between the globes of your ass, hot and intimidating.
“w-wait” you gasp wetly, and that’s definitely his cock pressing up against your soft spot “slow down, i’m gonna te-”
“you won’t” is his chuckled response, fingers cupping your tits and rolling the buds between his large fingers “not when your this slick and wet for me, little sorcerer”
you can feel, acutely aware of actually, how your body makes way for the space. sukuna pulls out, cock dragging against your walls before shoving back in. and you feel so full, surrounded on all sides by him that you cum again,squeezing around his cock. above you, sukuna mutters his praise between groans. he shoves in and out of you, and you lurch forwards - head thunking onto his chest with a moan. and your folds are so wet, that when you squeeze around him, it pushes his cock back out.
you whine in protest when he lines himself back up. “c-can’t, can’t take anymore!”
sukuna pets at your head, smiling. his finger traces down the side of your body. but he doesn’t offer you reprieve. “yes you can, little sorcerer”
the blunt tip of his cock prods at your cunt again, pressing in forcefully. he’s so big that he pressed up everywhere inside you, and sliding against your clit too. you whine, squeezing around his cock as you squirt. your eyes roll to the back of your head, rocking your hips to get him deeper inside. you feel as though your nerves have melted away, and your head spins.
“want it” you whine, shoving back and whining when he doesn’t slip back inside. “fuck me, please? want it! p-please, pleasepleaseplease”
a proud smirk falls onto sukuna’s face and he grabs you by the hip, and another hand grabs his cock and pushes it back into your cunt. his deep, aroused sigh makes you whine, begging for things you don’t understand. your lashes flutter against the swell of your cheeks, hole stretching around his cock and he fucks into you fast and hard. for a second, everything goes completely blank and you barely register that you just came. you can hear his rough grumbling, praises and degradation. and then when he cums inside, you pass out.
- -
you have no idea for how long you’ve been asleep, but when you wake up, you’re sprawled atop a large torso, cheek resting on his thick pectoral. briefly, you consider smushing your face in between them, and find yourself blushing at the thought. two of sukuna’s enormous arms are wrapped around your waist, and a funny warm feeling passes through your body.
for the first time in a long time, maybe in your whole life, you feel comfortable. satisfied. treasured. and you whine into sukuna chest, before snuggling back up to fall asleep.
you said to send random asks so,, what’s the first fanfic you remember reading? what’s the anime you recommend to everyone (like I seemingly always find a way to rec soul eater lol)??
OMG. you making me THINK. the first fanfic i remember reading was like in middle school, it was an august alsina fanfic i think?? v embarrassing.
and i always either recommend kiznaiver or the great pretender. they’re so good and definitely my favorites.
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tags: smut, f!reader, oral (f!receiving), slight exhibitionism, slight coercion (reader is reluctant but easily swayed), mentions of slightly toxic relationship dynamic, this was inspired by @andypantsx3 and @mydiluc so credit where credit is due!!, word count 2.4k, 18+ MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT
the door to the spare bedroom in your apartment (that in the past few years has doubled as a makeshift office, a storage room, and has very seldom actually hosted a guest) creaks open, and out of pure instinct you temporarily turn off the video feed from your end of the zoom call.
"i'm bored," eren pouts, slumping against the doorframe with his hands shoved into the front pocket of his hoodie.
"eren, i'm in a meeting," you whisper, even though your microphone has been muted for the majority of the video conference (and will likely remain that way until it concludes.)
"you're always in meetings," he complains, slinking a little bit further into the spare room and closer to you.
"eren, that's because i have a job," you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose, "meetings are part of being employed."
eren makes an indignant little sound. his lips flattening in what you recognize as offence.
"baby, i didn't mean it like that," you say softly, remorse seeping into your words.
eren doesn't work. he's supported by his family, old old money, and has been picking away at a master's degree for the past few years that with every passing day you wonder if he'll ever actually finish--not that you'd ever tell him that, and not that it really matters considering he technically never has to work a day in his life and he'll still have more wealth to his name than most people could ever hope to accumulate.
you didn't grow up in a family like eren's. didn't have the same privileges and safeguards and assurances that he's had all his life. you went to university on a scholarship. worked your ass off to maintain it. fought for competitive internships that would make you more appealing to prospective employers, and graduated with a good GPA that sweetened the deal.
you met eren in your sophomore year, though his reputation absolutely preceded him–he was well known among the students not only for his family's name (the same name on multiple buildings across campus), but his good looks and his charm made him a bit notorious. you knew he didn't take school particularly seriously, but loved partying. and after a long (relentless) pursuit on his part that spanned the better part of the fall term, you finally agreed to a date after he half-jokingly threatened to enrol in all the same courses as you the following semester (a threat which, to this day, you're uncertain was really much of a joke at all.)
and now it's been years since the two of you got together. to the point that it's hard to remember a time without him at all.
but those differences in your upbringings, in your work ethics, are still something that the two of you often have to work through. eren would prefer you didn't work at all--or at least didn't work quite so hard, or quite so much--but you enjoy working. sure the job you'd snagged as a new grad wasn't the most lucrative position, but it was entry level at a great company and there was opportunity for advancement which you planned to take full advantaged of. it was a competitive opening in your field and you'd managed to get the job all on your own--even in spite of eren begging you to let him ask his dad to call in a favour on your behalf.
eren sees no issue in using his family name in his (and those closest to him's) best interest. you'd prefer to earn things on your own merit.
the fundamental divide between the two of you.
eren eyes you mistrustfully from the edge of your desk, still sulking from your comment.
"i really didn't mean it like that," you insist, reaching out towards him. "i just meant that there are parts of having a job you can't change."
eren slinks into your grasp, letting you wind your arms around his waist and burrow your face into his tummy from your seat in your desk chair. the video call in the background hasn't made much progress since you tuned it out, so you're not overly worried about what you might be missing.
the soft material of eren's hoodie brushes against your cheeks, and his hands cradle the back of your head to hold you against him.
"i know you didn't mean it like that," eren hums above you, and you tilt your face up so your chin rests just above his navel so you can peek up at him. "i just feel like i never see you anymore."
"eren we see each other every day," you reply, brow furrowing in confusion. you work hybrid in-office/work from home, and with eren picking away leisurely at his masters dissertation his days are mostly spent at home "researching" (playing video games.)
"but you're always so busy," eren pouts, his large hands cupping your cheeks. his thumbs stroke the hollows below your eyes. "you work so hard."
you tilt your face into his touch, your cheek squishing against his palm. he presses a little firmer against either one of your cheeks until your lips pucker, and chuckles softly to himself -- a quiet little 'heh'.
"is your call boring?" eren asks, his eyes sliding to the computer screen in front of you where the call is continuing.
"ah widd'l," you say, your cheeks still smushed together in his hands. he eases up his grip, brushing some hair back from your face. you sigh, turning in your desk chair and looking back to your computer. "i haven't even really said much. i never do in these meetings since it's mainly advertising and marketing execs, but attendance is mandatory for my team."
"so you don't have to say anything?"
you hum, reaching forward and clicking on the chat box to see what new messages have popped up since you've been distracted. there are a few links in the conversation and you click to open them in a new window to review after the call concludes.
eren crouches down beside you, dragging your chair back slightly from the desk.
"eren, what are you doing?" you ask him, flushing as he pushes your knees apart and squeezes his broad frame in between them. from the waist up you’re dressed in normal work clothes, but you hadn’t bothered to put on proper bottoms that morning so all you have on your lower half is a silky pair of pyjama shorts (one of the perks of working from home.)
“i wanna give you head,” he says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. he reaches for the waistband of your shorts but you stop him with a hand on either wrist.
“eren!” you hiss, your eyes flickering to your screen again just to double—triple—check that your mic is muted and your camera is really properly off. it is, but it still brings you little comfort with the faces of your company’s executives plastered across your computer screen.
“what?” he asks, pouting. he rests his cheek against the plushness of your thigh. “why can’t i?”
“i’m working. i’m in a meeting.”
“that you don’t need to talk in, and that your camera is off for,” he counters, his lithe fingers snaking up the leg of your teeny tiny shorts—he grins when he realizes you’re not wearing panties underneath. his breath is hot and humid on your skin, and the look in his eyes makes your stomach feel tight.
“eren, i can’t—”
“you don’t have to do anything,” he smoothly interrupts, the tip of his finger stroking softly up your slit underneath your shorts. “just let me take care of you, my professional, hardworking girl.”
eren was blessed with a silver tongue to go along with the silver spoon he’d been raised with in his mouth. you know you shouldn’t. that it would be an egregious act of misconduct to go along with what he’s saying. but before you can even think to refuse him your silky shorts are hanging off your ankle and your legs are looped over his broad shoulders, slumped back in your desk chair as eren licks long, broad stripes through the sopping wet petals of your pussy.
“eren, eren—!“ you choke on a pealing moan, your fingers tangling in his soft hair and tugging firmly against the strands. he’s always so slow to take you apart, so dilligent in the way he presses his tongue against you, so methodical about the way that he skirts around your clit—brushing it but never giving it quite the stimulation you want—which only makes you more desperate and needy for him.
just the way he likes you.
“you taste so good,” he murmurs against your cunt, wet and sloppy as he drags his tongue up to collect your slick and his spit along it. he swallows animatedly, like he’s making a big show of it. “do you know how good you taste?”
you shake your head in a trembling little show of dissent.
he hums. “so good. sweetest little pussy on earth.”
he dips his fingertips inside of you, letting you get just a taste of the stretch before he’s pulling them out again. he holds them up to your face so you can see the shine of fluid clinging to his skin, down to the first knuckle.
“taste it, baby.”
he presses against your lips and you welcome the digits in. you wouldn’t call the taste sweet by any stretch of the imagination. there’s a headiness to it. a tang. something familiar to the taste that’s not unpleasant.
eren pushes his fingers back so far in your mouth that you almost choke, but there’s something familiar in this too—you’re used to the prodding at the back of your tongue, the sudden intrusion just at the opening of your throat. he likes teasing you like this. dominating you in such a subtle way it feels like more of a game. you moan, and as your head tips back eren finally sucks hard against your neglected clit.
your toes curl as they hover over the planes of his back, your spine bending and lifting your chest up towards the ceiling as it bows. eren slips his fingers, now soaked in your spit, back out from between your lips—leaving a little trail of saliva down your chin. eren rubs his slick fingertips against the swell of your clit, rubbing quick circles against it.
the heat in the pit of your stomach kindles, the knot tightening in your core.
“you gonna cum?” eren asks, pressing a contrastingly chaste kiss to your trembling thigh. “you gonna cum for me—“
“miss reader?”
your last name shocks you like a splash of ice water across a circuit board.
both you and eren freeze, your eyes snapping to the computer in front of you.
the call has gone quiet, and the senior ad executive is looking expectantly to the screen.
“miss reader are you still there?” the executive repeats.
frantically you push eren away from you, snapping your legs closed and pulling yourself up to the computer in your chair. you unmute your microphone after clearing your throat.
“hello?” you say, your voice fluttery and flustered. “i’m here!”
the executive relaxes slightly, chuckling. “thought we’d lost you there!”
“sorry, sorry,” you apologize, your shaking hands pressed over your eyes. “i’m having, um, some issues with my internet connection. keeping my camera off is helping but the call is still a little laggy on my end.”
the executive hums. “no worries, it happens to us all. just wondering if you have any updates on this quarter’s numbers?”
you swallow, eyes flickering to eren who’s seated on the ground next to you, leaning against your desk with a sly grin on his face, palming at his cock through his sweatpants.
“yes, of course,”—you nod even though your camera is still off, instinct more than logic—“the data is still raw, and we haven’t had a chance to properly analyze it yet since it’s still early, but i can forward the spreadsheet to everyone after the call?”
you watch your colleagues all nod or make small noises of agreement from their sides of the screen.
“ok, sounds good. we’ll keep an eye out for it,” the advertising manager nods, and you see the end of his pen swivelling in the corner of the screen as he makes a note out of frame of his webcam. “now, moving onto the issue from last week’s meeting—“
you slam you mute button on once more, slumping back in your chair in relief. you toss your arm over your eyes, a throbbing between your temples the echoes the dull, unsatisfied ache between your legs.
“good job, baby,” eren laughs, running a comforting hand up your bare thigh, fingertips kneading into the flesh. “you barely sounded like you were just about to cum.”
“eren, that wasn’t funny.”
eren pulls your chair back from your desk again, pressing a kiss to one knee and then the other.
“i’m sorry,” he says softly, you pull your arm away from your eyes to peek down at him. he’s looking up at you with a wide-eyed, beseeching gaze. he rests his chin in the valley between your knees. “i didn’t mean to upset you.”
you sigh lightly.
“i’m not upset,” you murmur, touching his cheek gently. he reaches up and places his hand over yours as it cups his face. “it was just stressful.”
eren tilts his face so he can press a kiss to your palm, then pulls your hand a little closer so he can press another to your wrist where your pulse pounds arrhythmically.
“i know,—”
eren nods as he peeks up at you through his lashes, the green of his gaze cool and comforting. the hand that’s not holding yours to his lips snakes easily between your knees, easing them ever so slightly apart.
your breath hitches as the cool air catches on the remnants of spit and arousal that have smeared messily along your upper thighs. your stomach clenches.
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