SWEET TREAT - RYOMEN SUKUNA
pairing: (college) freaky ah sukuna x you!
contents/warnings:smut (18+), he watching you touch yourself at first, pussy eater sukuna, dirty talking, I mean what can i say that man is a eaterrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! hint of maybe cheating? just him taking care of you better than your deadbeat bf
He’s not sure how long he’s had you split like this.
“Aww?” the man cooed out, his breath heavy against your skin, those eyes half-lidded as he could barely keep them open, yet he wasn’t missing a single reaction that you were making. How could he? The sight of you spread out in front of him, watching your fingers dip into those folds to try to pleasure yourself, and the slight string of his saliva that he spat on it earlier, mixing with your fluids, just made the hunger build more and more.
He could feel the way his pants were straining more and more, the roughness of the jeans causing him to hiss through his teeth, the metal of his tongue piercing slapping against his teeth harder than he wanted. But that was the last thing he was thinking about when something this sweet was in front of him.
This was supposed to be a punishment. But at this point, it was starting to feel more like he was the one getting penalized here. Sukuna was starving, and god, all he wanted to do was drag you a bit closer, hand to your head pressing it into the bed as he shoves himself in you, because you were more than prepared for him. The sheets of the bed were destroyed with the wetness easing out, and he’s sure his own clothes were ruined with his own precum.
As much as it hurt him physically and mentally, he did not say fuck this. Sukuna just got himself more comfortable than he could be. His stomach pressed further onto the bed. His hips shifted, pressing further into the bed to get a bit of relief, his head still planted between her thighs. The sight was beautiful.
"Such a filthy slut," Sukuna grunted, his fingers shifting to grip against your thighs to make sure you were spread out perfectly for him, even if it did sting a little with the stretch. You were a good girl, right? A little sting wouldn’t stop you from getting to your release, would it?
The little blubbering of noises, trying to form a word fully, had his lips curling into a stupid smirk. His nails digging further into the skin, “Come on, show me how you touch yourself when he’s not helping you," he hisses to her, the way your fingers kept moving through those swollen folds, and he blew lightly onto the clit to watch you twitch more, that empty hole squeezing around nothing.
Self-control is slipping increasingly by the moment.
Those eyes are studying every little flick, the way you fasten up and memorize it so he can use this for later. He wanted to gain a complete understanding of your body.
Sukuna scoffed to himself. That patience he already doesn’t have slipped out of him, and he used the grip he already had to yank himself close. Close enough that he nudges his nose into the folds, sliding it up before finally pressing his tongue against your clit.
The taste of you was addicting, and he could feel himself leaking more and more as this progressed, from the way you coated his tongue, despite how horny he was. The man could easily find himself sitting here and pull as many orgasms as he wanted from you. It sounded quite pleasing to be honest, tiring you until you were a crying mess, where you were all stupid and noisy.
Sukuna cocked his head, angling to be even closer if that was possible, his tongue moving around the bundles of nerves as he eased one of his hands that wasn't gripping your thighs, which was hard enough that a nail print was forming, then his long finger moving to brush on the top of your clit. “Mmmf,” he grunted against it, pulling away briefly only to bite at the skin of your inner thigh, then another, before backing his nose against your warmth again. "Be still," he warned against your cunt before pressing his fingers against it to spread it open, eyes hungry, the arousal oozing out into the puddle already there.
“So messy, It’s basically begging me to fuck her already, huh baby?”
PRETTY SOUNDS - RYOMEN SUKUNA
pairing: freaky ah sukuna x you!
contents/warnings: smut (18+), hair pulling, biting/marking/scratching, , multiple orgasms, cum play/cum eating, dirty talk,I mean they JUST FUCKKINNNNNNNNNNNNN
His hand pressed your face further into the pillow, the other hand pressing into the curve of your hips as he kept pounding against you. The sweet sounds that kept blubbering out of you gave him more of a hunger to keep going, the desire to see your leg shaking, and the way he wants to see the drool slip out of your mouth as he keeps going harder and harder until there’s not a single thought in your head.
It was one of his favorites when you get all dumb.
"Mmm, come on, don’t run from it now." His fingers dip away from the grip onto her hip, brushing up her skin, those nails dragging up her side and then spine until he’s able to grab a fistful of her hair, snatching it back until you’re further arched against him. Sukuna breathed hot against your ear, the squelching of your soaking pussy bouncing against him; he didn’t even need to see it to know that there was cream forming around him.
The only thing that mattered was to pull another orgasm from you. "So messy,” he’s cooing, tugging the hair again, the groove of his abs pressing against her back as he brings his mouth against your neck. The sweat glistened on him; he could feel a bead of it dipping down the side of his forehead, and he could also taste your own sweat on your neck. Salty but sweet, the small hint of the perfume lingered there from the earlier morning and is now being overpowered by the smell of sex in the air.
"Taking me so well," he grunts against her neck. "Pussy made for me, yeah?” Sukuna growls. Your body was just so damn perfect, like it was a mold, forming just for him and him only. Your body is already just remembering who it belongs to. His other hand slides around to brush the front of your neck, those calloused and huge hands easily gripping around your throat. His balls are slapping heavily against your pussy. You were just so tight and soaked. So his.
He could remember exactly what led to this moment. It was supposed to be something simple tonight. You guys haven’t seen each other in a while; a little order in and watch a movie sort of date night. But knowing Sukuna, he couldn’t keep his hands to himself for too long. Plus, he hasn’t touched you in like four days. That was plenty of torture just there.
“Mm-fuck. Sukuna—" You breathed out heavily, your lashes batted, but your brain was pure mush. The pleasure was immense, and god, you were just so sensitive to the amount you'd cummed already. The nerves are so tender that even a breath has you twitching. Your fingers gripped against the blanket that was half falling onto the ground just to be able to grab anything at this point.
The sounds from this room were just purely lewd. The smacking noise continued to escalate, and he had no sense of slowing down any time soon, even when he could feel the tightening of your pussy clamping on him in the way that he knew you were about to cum soon. "Fuck, you're hearing her?” He murmurs, tightening his fingers around your neck, thumb pressing at the middle of your jugular, "Fuck, she’s missed me so much, I—" He grunts. “I’ve missed her, too," he purrs back out.
Those hips never faltering as he kept going, his mouth finding its way back against her neck. He inhales before nipping lightly down, tongue bullying her neck the same way his cock was bullying her cervix. “Fuckkkkk, you’re so dirty," he ridiculed you. You just felt so good; he couldn’t help the way his cock was twitching with the need to release, the need to fill you up again, and then fuck you until you were full enough that when he pulled out, you were just leaking.
"Atta girl, fuck—" Skuna grunts, the first thick rope of cum shoots out of him, flooding him, and he keeps moving in and out. The noises at this point were loud little pat-pat-pats as he kept thrusting.
He couldn't stop it, the way those heavy spurts kept painting your insides and the way it just started leaking out around his cock. The man drops his hand from your neck, your head falling back to the pillow as you’re crying, pussy clenching, brain fried.
His fingers curved up around your ass as he pulled both cheeks aside to glance at his thick cock still tucked deep inside, the way he was still twitching, and his heavy breaths as he just watched you. Watching his own load leak. That should've fueled his hunger, but no, quite the opposite—
How the literal hell do we only have one more episode left? With all these damn questions, unknown, and WHAT JUST HAPPENED WITH AL HASHIMI IN THE END???
Im so serious, this better be a 5-hour-long finale.
How it feels to genuinely enjoy the Pitt and not get caught up on every little bad thing a character has done because they’re all complex human beings and none of them are truly evil like everyone in this fandom seems to think