… “ni,” 19. scorpio. fandom(s); mha, lads, jjk, solo leveling, occasional fan of aot, cod, bllk, other mangas/manhwas. open to dms/friends ？！music nerd. loves doomed ships.
(_ _).｡o○👩🏻💻: toji (ur divorced dad bf) in this situation…
cw — slight somno not really lowk, MALE WHIMPERING AND MOANS, masturbation, teasing, yummy shit, age gap, g/n reader!
he barely gets any play at all, working long shifts, making money just to get by, and take care of his kids—yet he still has to spoil your ass whenever you want it.
whenever he got home he’d smell like oil and musk, the type of scent that can’t be washed no matter how much you scrub. at the end of the day, toji cradles your body and sniffs the crook of your neck like an aftercare routine. yet, as you lay in his sheets, you smirk, an idea popping up in your head.
he’s used to your antics of constantly teasing him when you know he wants it. fuck, you know it’s the best part of his day holding you close and splitting you open on his cock.
even throughout the work day you’d send lingerie pictures with that set you begged for, or your stomach all marked up with words he whispers in the shell of your ear. he’d pump out a quick load in a porta potty because his boner would be hard to miss.
so, despite his black locks basically caressing your jaw, you breathe slow, eyes closed shut as you squirm naturally—ignoring his growing length pushed against the cush of your ass.
he groans exasperated, “fuck, sweetheart, don’t do this to me…”
you press close to him, shimmying in a natural fashion to tease him even more. his boxers easily slide up, the cotton fabric sliding along his veiny cock.
“shit, baby…” he whispers even closer, his arm snaking around your waist, “you want it, huh?” you can feel his twitching length prodding on your shorts through his clothes, his lower half grinding against your backside.
“you want daddy to fuck your hole hm? fuckin’ fill you with my seed.” he grunts harder, scoffing as he lowers his boxers. his cock springs out, the heat of his member emanating below.
you can practically hear him growl as he holds you close, one hand already at the base of his dick, the other slithering up the hem of your shirt. yet, just as he thinks as you’re about to turn over to him, you roll on your stomach, breathing slow, eyes shut like you’re lost in a nice dream.
a loud groan reverberates in the room. “of fuckin’ course you’re asleep.” he whisper shouts, eyes trailing over your form suspiciously. toji then pokes your waist, (a sensitive spot he usually prods during the early mornings) very delicately to ensure your sleeping form is actually real.
sighing when he realizes you are asleep (or what it looks like) he groans, turning on his backside as he sees his hard member standing proud. you stifle a giggle at his audible frustrations, toes curling in to brush off the effects of his previous touch.
too tired to jack off in the washroom, toji murmurs, “should be fine… i guess…” in the quiet room, comfortable enough in your presence to touch himself. plus, he has all the material right here.
toji’s fingers wrap against his length slowly, fresh precum dripping from his thick cock. his work calluses make him shiver as he feels his skin, softly groaning as he sees the dip for your figure centimetres away. it’s electric as he starts stroking himself, using some fresh spit for makeshift lubricant makes this whole session easier—the head of his cock begging for attention. “fuck, oh… shhhhit….” he groans, licking his lips as he views your body. “sweetheart… fuck, you’re so fucking sexy.”
you feel his eyes trail over, his warm breath heating the air, the bed slowly rocking as his hips start thrusting into his slightly clenched fist.
he’s watching you.
the wet noises of his cock and thighs hitting his hand increase a bit louder, slick slapping against his skin as he moves faster. “fuck, mmph… fuck—ah—“ he’s desperately fucking himself for release, his hips moving up on repeat.
you can sense the heat of your arousal pooling lower, goosebumps travelling over as you hear his hushed moans and whimpers. it’s so desperate, so raw—you wanna touch him yourself. but you hold back, the thrill of getting caught much more satisfying in comparison. it’s different when you fuck him, he’s so loud and verbose, constantly talking you through it.
but it’s just him, pleasuring himself quietly to you. it’s an intimate moment you rarely see or hear.
and it’s fucking hot.
an idea pops up, and you instinctively flail your hand over to rest right where his thigh and cock meet at the hips, and toji’s eyes widen, hand stroking himself faster at the simple contact. “fuck, baby…ah touch me like that…p-please,” he quietly pleads.
toji bites his lower lip, feeling that orgasm build as he continues to pleasure himself, everything too hot, too sensitive, and too good to go on any longer.
“fuck, baby i’m gonna cum. i’m gonna fuckin—shit—cum…” he groans deeply, hand rigorously pleasuring himself from the base to the tip, and he can feel it coming.”fuck,” he groans louder, “ah, baby—“
you almost want to open your eyes and peek out, but you can tell he’s imagining fucking you hard and deep so you rest them, taking in the sounds echoing close by. toji’s body twitches his lower half thrusting up into release.
“shiiiiiit—c-cumming, fuck,” his arousal spurts out, cock twitching as his seed spills on his thick thighs. he lays there, a soft laugh at his state leaving his lips as he looks over. “fuckin’ tease.”
you hear him murmur those soft hearted words, and you almost want to hit him on his shoulder. his body eventually leaves your side, the bed a bit lighter from his weight and it feels empty as you hear your bathroom sink run. butterflies still flutter in your stomach.
yeah, you’re definitely doing this again.
Ⓒ nidarogue — a/n : this came to me in a vision and i HAD to write it. it was lowk abt time for toji smut. this is g/n by the way! hope u guys liked lol
(_ _).｡o○👩🏻💻: toji (ur divorced dad bf) in this situation…
cw — slight somno not really lowk, MALE WHIMPERING AND MOANS, masturbation, teasing, yummy shit, age gap, g/n reader!
he barely gets any play at all, working long shifts, making money just to get by, and take care of his kids—yet he still has to spoil your ass whenever you want it.
whenever he got home he’d smell like oil and musk, the type of scent that can’t be washed no matter how much you scrub. at the end of the day, toji cradles your body and sniffs the crook of your neck like an aftercare routine. yet, as you lay in his sheets, you smirk, an idea popping up in your head.
he’s used to your antics of constantly teasing him when you know he wants it. fuck, you know it’s the best part of his day holding you close and splitting you open on his cock.
even throughout the work day you’d send lingerie pictures with that set you begged for, or your stomach all marked up with words he whispers in the shell of your ear. he’d pump out a quick load in a porta potty because his boner would be hard to miss.
so, despite his black locks basically caressing your jaw, you breathe slow, eyes closed shut as you squirm naturally—ignoring his growing length pushed against the cush of your ass.
he groans exasperated, “fuck, sweetheart, don’t do this to me…”
you press close to him, shimmying in a natural fashion to tease him even more. his boxers easily slide up, the cotton fabric sliding along his veiny cock.
“shit, baby…” he whispers even closer, his arm snaking around your waist, “you want it, huh?” you can feel his twitching length prodding on your shorts through his clothes, his lower half grinding against your backside.
“you want daddy to fuck your hole hm? fuckin’ fill you with my seed.” he grunts harder, scoffing as he lowers his boxers. his cock springs out, the heat of his member emanating below.
you can practically hear him growl as he holds you close, one hand already at the base of his dick, the other slithering up the hem of your shirt. yet, just as he thinks as you’re about to turn over to him, you roll on your stomach, breathing slow, eyes shut like you’re lost in a nice dream.
a loud groan reverberates in the room. “of fuckin’ course you’re asleep.” he whisper shouts, eyes trailing over your form suspiciously. toji then pokes your waist, (a sensitive spot he usually prods during the early mornings) very delicately to ensure your sleeping form is actually real.
sighing when he realizes you are asleep (or what it looks like) he groans, turning on his backside as he sees his hard member standing proud. you stifle a giggle at his audible frustrations, toes curling in to brush off the effects of his previous touch.
too tired to jack off in the washroom, toji murmurs, “should be fine… i guess…” in the quiet room, comfortable enough in your presence to touch himself. plus, he has all the material right here.
toji’s fingers wrap against his length slowly, fresh precum dripping from his thick cock. his work calluses make him shiver as he feels his skin, softly groaning as he sees the dip for your figure centimetres away. it’s electric as he starts stroking himself, using some fresh spit for makeshift lubricant makes this whole session easier—the head of his cock begging for attention. “fuck, oh… shhhhit….” he groans, licking his lips as he views your body. “sweetheart… fuck, you’re so fucking sexy.”
you feel his eyes trail over, his warm breath heating the air, the bed slowly rocking as his hips start thrusting into his slightly clenched fist.
he’s watching you.
the wet noises of his cock and thighs hitting his hand increase a bit louder, slick slapping against his skin as he moves faster. “fuck, mmph… fuck—ah—“ he’s desperately fucking himself for release, his hips moving up on repeat.
you can sense the heat of your arousal pooling lower, goosebumps travelling over as you hear his hushed moans and whimpers. it’s so desperate, so raw—you wanna touch him yourself. but you hold back, the thrill of getting caught much more satisfying in comparison. it’s different when you fuck him, he’s so loud and verbose, constantly talking you through it.
but it’s just him, pleasuring himself quietly to you. it’s an intimate moment you rarely see or hear.
and it’s fucking hot.
an idea pops up, and you instinctively flail your hand over to rest right where his thigh and cock meet at the hips, and toji’s eyes widen, hand stroking himself faster at the simple contact. “fuck, baby…ah touch me like that…p-please,” he quietly pleads.
toji bites his lower lip, feeling that orgasm build as he continues to pleasure himself, everything too hot, too sensitive, and too good to go on any longer.
“fuck, baby i’m gonna cum. i’m gonna fuckin—shit—cum…” he groans deeply, hand rigorously pleasuring himself from the base to the tip, and he can feel it coming.”fuck,” he groans louder, “ah, baby—“
you almost want to open your eyes and peek out, but you can tell he’s imagining fucking you hard and deep so you rest them, taking in the sounds echoing close by. toji’s body twitches his lower half thrusting up into release.
“shiiiiiit—c-cumming, fuck,” his arousal spurts out, cock twitching as his seed spills on his thick thighs. he lays there, a soft laugh at his state leaving his lips as he looks over. “fuckin’ tease.”
you hear him murmur those soft hearted words, and you almost want to hit him on his shoulder. his body eventually leaves your side, the bed a bit lighter from his weight and it feels empty as you hear your bathroom sink run. butterflies still flutter in your stomach.
yeah, you’re definitely doing this again.
Ⓒ nidarogue — a/n : this came to me in a vision and i HAD to write it. it was lowk abt time for toji smut. this is g/n by the way! hope u guys liked lol
(_ _).｡o○👩🏻💻: toji (ur divorced dad bf) in this situation…
cw — slight somno not really lowk, MALE WHIMPERING AND MOANS, masturbation, teasing, yummy shit, age gap, g/n reader!
he barely gets any play at all, working long shifts, making money just to get by, and take care of his kids—yet he still has to spoil your ass whenever you want it.
whenever he got home he’d smell like oil and musk, the type of scent that can’t be washed no matter how much you scrub. at the end of the day, toji cradles your body and sniffs the crook of your neck like an aftercare routine. yet, as you lay in his sheets, you smirk, an idea popping up in your head.
he’s used to your antics of constantly teasing him when you know he wants it. fuck, you know it’s the best part of his day holding you close and splitting you open on his cock.
even throughout the work day you’d send lingerie pictures with that set you begged for, or your stomach all marked up with words he whispers in the shell of your ear. he’d pump out a quick load in a porta potty because his boner would be hard to miss.
so, despite his black locks basically caressing your jaw, you breathe slow, eyes closed shut as you squirm naturally—ignoring his growing length pushed against the cush of your ass.
he groans exasperated, “fuck, sweetheart, don’t do this to me…”
you press close to him, shimmying in a natural fashion to tease him even more. his boxers easily slide up, the cotton fabric sliding along his veiny cock.
“shit, baby…” he whispers even closer, his arm snaking around your waist, “you want it, huh?” you can feel his twitching length prodding on your shorts through his clothes, his lower half grinding against your backside.
“you want daddy to fuck your hole hm? fuckin’ fill you with my seed.” he grunts harder, scoffing as he lowers his boxers. his cock springs out, the heat of his member emanating below.
you can practically hear him growl as he holds you close, one hand already at the base of his dick, the other slithering up the hem of your shirt. yet, just as he thinks as you’re about to turn over to him, you roll on your stomach, breathing slow, eyes shut like you’re lost in a nice dream.
a loud groan reverberates in the room. “of fuckin’ course you’re asleep.” he whisper shouts, eyes trailing over your form suspiciously. toji then pokes your waist, (a sensitive spot he usually prods during the early mornings) very delicately to ensure your sleeping form is actually real.
sighing when he realizes you are asleep (or what it looks like) he groans, turning on his backside as he sees his hard member standing proud. you stifle a giggle at his audible frustrations, toes curling in to brush off the effects of his previous touch.
too tired to jack off in the washroom, toji murmurs, “should be fine… i guess…” in the quiet room, comfortable enough in your presence to touch himself. plus, he has all the material right here.
toji’s fingers wrap against his length slowly, fresh precum dripping from his thick cock. his work calluses make him shiver as he feels his skin, softly groaning as he sees the dip for your figure centimetres away. it’s electric as he starts stroking himself, using some fresh spit for makeshift lubricant makes this whole session easier—the head of his cock begging for attention. “fuck, oh… shhhhit….” he groans, licking his lips as he views your body. “sweetheart… fuck, you’re so fucking sexy.”
you feel his eyes trail over, his warm breath heating the air, the bed slowly rocking as his hips start thrusting into his slightly clenched fist.
he’s watching you.
the wet noises of his cock and thighs hitting his hand increase a bit louder, slick slapping against his skin as he moves faster. “fuck, mmph… fuck—ah—“ he’s desperately fucking himself for release, his hips moving up on repeat.
you can sense the heat of your arousal pooling lower, goosebumps travelling over as you hear his hushed moans and whimpers. it’s so desperate, so raw—you wanna touch him yourself. but you hold back, the thrill of getting caught much more satisfying in comparison. it’s different when you fuck him, he’s so loud and verbose, constantly talking you through it.
but it’s just him, pleasuring himself quietly to you. it’s an intimate moment you rarely see or hear.
and it’s fucking hot.
an idea pops up, and you instinctively flail your hand over to rest right where his thigh and cock meet at the hips, and toji’s eyes widen, hand stroking himself faster at the simple contact. “fuck, baby…ah touch me like that…p-please,” he quietly pleads.
toji bites his lower lip, feeling that orgasm build as he continues to pleasure himself, everything too hot, too sensitive, and too good to go on any longer.
“fuck, baby i’m gonna cum. i’m gonna fuckin—shit—cum…” he groans deeply, hand rigorously pleasuring himself from the base to the tip, and he can feel it coming.”fuck,” he groans louder, “ah, baby—“
you almost want to open your eyes and peek out, but you can tell he’s imagining fucking you hard and deep so you rest them, taking in the sounds echoing close by. toji’s body twitches his lower half thrusting up into release.
“shiiiiiit—c-cumming, fuck,” his arousal spurts out, cock twitching as his seed spills on his thick thighs. he lays there, a soft laugh at his state leaving his lips as he looks over. “fuckin’ tease.”
you hear him murmur those soft hearted words, and you almost want to hit him on his shoulder. his body eventually leaves your side, the bed a bit lighter from his weight and it feels empty as you hear your bathroom sink run. butterflies still flutter in your stomach.
yeah, you’re definitely doing this again.
Ⓒ nidarogue — a/n : this came to me in a vision and i HAD to write it. it was lowk abt time for toji smut. this is g/n by the way! hope u guys liked lol
--- a/n: i haven’t read the manga, but i wanted to take a shot at characterizing his true form/self if he were to indulge in such carnal desires with a human. enjoy <3
you were so frail.
so tiny beneath his body.
he could never quite grasp how you, such a feeble little thing could even dare to touch him, and yet he continues to allow it. here you are, taking one of his thick cocks, wrapped around him like a cursed knot, limbs intertwining with his in your bedroom chamber—only the sounds of your cries echoing in the cold night.
you provided him with warmth, milking his member, the other languidly swinging as he thrusted up in your far too small hole. as he looked down, he could feel your small hands gripping his bicep for an ounce of support. the whole act was confusing to him.
and yet, he lost himself in your flesh, the soft supple skin an addiction for some cord of humanity he unconsciously yearns to meet despite ruining it. was sex so interesting despite its crudeness?
it's... strange.
but you proved him wrong. each night he indulged, he could hear your heartbeat pound like a beating drum—so fast, so soothing, it was a record that you were alive. yet he could kill you at anytime.
he’d imagine how you’d look, blood spilling over your fatty limbs, his cum mixed between the liquid. how utterly vulnerable and disgusting you would be once you were gone. just like how vulnerable and disgusting you are now. it was an addicting sight.
as sukuna pressed you closer, he settled his first pair of hands by skillfully holding your waist, the other on your hips for more support to dig you deeper onto his cock. you cried out in agony—or pleasure. he had an issue telling which was which. you were so hot to the touch, sweat cascading like droplets over your skin, your hair sticking to your forehead as he continued thrusting, the movements monotonous.
large eyes bore into you.
“do you enjoy this?” his words reverberated in the room. it was deep and commanding, and you felt urged to answer.
“y-yes, i do—mmph—“ you managed to struggle out, pussy tired and sore from his length. it felt consuming every time he entered, your mind going blank as a slate.
“why?” he asked profoundly, eyes dark without a purpose.
“feels… feels good…” you started, continuing like an afterthought. “when you fill me up,” your tiny hand slid to your stomach. “i feel full. safe.”
sukuna’s cocks twitched.
how stupid could this little girl even be?
“how foolish. don’t you understand what i am?” he narrowed his eyes, hands gripping just a bit tighter as he commented. if he put any more force, he’d break you.
“i-i… i don’t.”
“i’ll make you, then.”
he hated how simple-minded you were. just laying there, taking his cock without a second thought. like you were made to do this. you had no idea of what he could do to you—and yet you surrendered yourself to his mercy. were all humans this naive or was it just you?
hell, you even took comfort from a beast like him—one, that was wrecking the most sacred place between heaven and hell. even though he's killed thousands, he's never understood what humans were like. maybe he could figure it out through you.
sukuna continued pounding relentlessly, burying himself between your parted thighs without care and selfishly using your flesh. if he went any deeper, you think he would reach your heart.
"s-sukuna... fuck, please!—" you yelped, gripping onto the thin sheets beneath you as a lifeline.
and yet he continued, abusing your pussy like a toy.
his first pair of hands on your waist moved to your neck. one gripped the front, the other on your nape, fingers delicately pressing your throat. sukuna squeezed, ever so slightly and it took the air out of your lungs.
your eyes boldly looked up at him, an unreadable expression in his face as he devoured you. was it disdain? boredom?
pleasure?
he released his grip, unconsciously licking his lips at the comically large bruise on your neck. the broken capillaries branded your skin. he did this to you. you squeeze around him as he fucked you good, your squelching noises filling the tension as his eyes glossed over your figure.
sukuna inched even closer, the mouth on his stomach able to lick up your sweat, covering you with saliva. your eyes uncontrollably met with his blood red ones. you felt watched.
"you call this sex?" he murmured.
his gaze lingered, heavy, assessing the state he put you in.
"this is what humans cling to?"
a pause.
"...pathetic." and yet, he didn't stop. he went even faster, roughly fucking your body to seek some form of answer he couldn't begin to grasp. sukuna drilled your body through sheer force, hoping to understand what this even is. "k-kuna... kuna—" you whimpered meekly, drool escaping your lips as your eyes rolled back like a corpse.
"look at you, baring yourself so vulgarly. do you have no shame?" he muses, continuing to fuck you mercilessly while relishing in the expression you hold.
at this point you swore you could see stars, fuck, probably the cusp of death itself. sukuna fucked you like had a reason to live, or a reason to die. it was all-consuming. your senses were all fucked up, constantly getting overstimulated by his mouths, hands, and cocks.
there was no body part that was untouched—or unviolated by the hands of your decider above you. you could feel that burning shame build up in you, attempting to release itself on his cock and you cry out to him.
“g-gonna cum… pleasee! i’m gonna oh—“ you helplessly yell, the thick walls of his residence hushing your plea.
you come apart without permission, yet a small grunt escapes sukuna’s lips as your cum seeps out, covering his thick member with the leftover cum you had from before. he hisses lowly, like a silent vibration buzzing against your skin.
covered in all types of fluids, sukuna licks it up instinctively, the rush of blood ringing in his ears. you’re so warm. so human.
so fucking delicious.
sukuna can’t help but get a taste, swallowing the remnants of your orgasm like it’s a heian delicacy. “there it is…” he softly murmurs. his deep voice spreads goosebumps in the warm air, your arm extending to his chest, grazing the tough skin.
“you’d let me take everything, wouldn’t you?” he says it like he knows the answer, and you nod—mindlessly, submitting yourself to his hypnotizing words.
it’s absurd how you let him consume you without an inch of doubt. most people would beg for their lives by now, but here you are—serving yourself on a silver platter. merely covered in substances he brought out of you. he didn’t have to force you.
you were a well trained meal, and he wanted a taste.
sukuna inches closer now, centimetres away. his large tongue quickly devours your lips once again, your state of mind somewhere far away, only pleasure coursing through your veins. his teeth nip you, blood dripping down your lips and like a shark to water, he laps it up—desperate and hungry.
his cock still warms you up, with no desire to move. your cum dries on your thighs, and his hands continue to hold your body with a tight grip, groping your breasts as he continued to feast.
sukuna sinks his teeth in your neck when he angles his face, ecstasy flowing into his tastebuds once he gets your metallic liquid swallowed.
“to be reduced to this…” he chuckles, drinking you up.
“…not bad.” continuing to eat you, a piece of your fatty skin melts in his bottomless stomach. your body squirms from the numbed pain, breaking the silence. “mmph…” it’s a soft, tender whimper, like the act of tasting you is so intimate that it escapes from your cherry rims. it’s the closest thing he’ll ever get to such a thing.
a piece of you missing—now belonging to him.
“look at you.”
he echoes, parting from your body, the blood staining your skin like dye. it’s fresh. so different from your arousal. his cocks twitch again, and he wants to devour you.
“that’s your answer.”
do you understand, now?
Ⓒ nidarogue — a/n: HELPPPPPP ok this was lowkey long but i really tried to go for a sukuna indulging in sexual stuff to understand humans, to feel a semblance of humanity, yet it comes off crude, messy, almost too much because of who he truly is. its a vulnerable act yet the reader is submitting themselves to sukuna without a care (?) 🥸 um yeah hope u guys enjoyed! maybe ill branch this out, idk
--- a/n: i haven’t read the manga, but i wanted to take a shot at characterizing his true form/self if he were to indulge in such carnal desires with a human. enjoy <3
you were so frail.
so tiny beneath his body.
he could never quite grasp how you, such a feeble little thing could even dare to touch him, and yet he continues to allow it. here you are, taking one of his thick cocks, wrapped around him like a cursed knot, limbs intertwining with his in your bedroom chamber—only the sounds of your cries echoing in the cold night.
you provided him with warmth, milking his member, the other languidly swinging as he thrusted up in your far too small hole. as he looked down, he could feel your small hands gripping his bicep for an ounce of support. the whole act was confusing to him.
and yet, he lost himself in your flesh, the soft supple skin an addiction for some cord of humanity he unconsciously yearns to meet despite ruining it. was sex so interesting despite its crudeness?
it's... strange.
but you proved him wrong. each night he indulged, he could hear your heartbeat pound like a beating drum—so fast, so soothing, it was a record that you were alive. yet he could kill you at anytime.
he’d imagine how you’d look, blood spilling over your fatty limbs, his cum mixed between the liquid. how utterly vulnerable and disgusting you would be once you were gone. just like how vulnerable and disgusting you are now. it was an addicting sight.
as sukuna pressed you closer, he settled his first pair of hands by skillfully holding your waist, the other on your hips for more support to dig you deeper onto his cock. you cried out in agony—or pleasure. he had an issue telling which was which. you were so hot to the touch, sweat cascading like droplets over your skin, your hair sticking to your forehead as he continued thrusting, the movements monotonous.
large eyes bore into you.
“do you enjoy this?” his words reverberated in the room. it was deep and commanding, and you felt urged to answer.
“y-yes, i do—mmph—“ you managed to struggle out, pussy tired and sore from his length. it felt consuming every time he entered, your mind going blank as a slate.
“why?” he asked profoundly, eyes dark without a purpose.
“feels… feels good…” you started, continuing like an afterthought. “when you fill me up,” your tiny hand slid to your stomach. “i feel full. safe.”
sukuna’s cocks twitched.
how stupid could this little girl even be?
“how foolish. don’t you understand what i am?” he narrowed his eyes, hands gripping just a bit tighter as he commented. if he put any more force, he’d break you.
“i-i… i don’t.”
“i’ll make you, then.”
he hated how simple-minded you were. just laying there, taking his cock without a second thought. like you were made to do this. you had no idea of what he could do to you—and yet you surrendered yourself to his mercy. were all humans this naive or was it just you?
hell, you even took comfort from a beast like him—one, that was wrecking the most sacred place between heaven and hell. even though he's killed thousands, he's never understood what humans were like. maybe he could figure it out through you.
sukuna continued pounding relentlessly, burying himself between your parted thighs without care and selfishly using your flesh. if he went any deeper, you think he would reach your heart.
"s-sukuna... fuck, please!—" you yelped, gripping onto the thin sheets beneath you as a lifeline.
and yet he continued, abusing your pussy like a toy.
his first pair of hands on your waist moved to your neck. one gripped the front, the other on your nape, fingers delicately pressing your throat. sukuna squeezed, ever so slightly and it took the air out of your lungs.
your eyes boldly looked up at him, an unreadable expression in his face as he devoured you. was it disdain? boredom?
pleasure?
he released his grip, unconsciously licking his lips at the comically large bruise on your neck. the broken capillaries branded your skin. he did this to you. you squeeze around him as he fucked you good, your squelching noises filling the tension as his eyes glossed over your figure.
sukuna inched even closer, the mouth on his stomach able to lick up your sweat, covering you with saliva. your eyes uncontrollably met with his blood red ones. you felt watched.
"you call this sex?" he murmured.
his gaze lingered, heavy, assessing the state he put you in.
"this is what humans cling to?"
a pause.
"...pathetic." and yet, he didn't stop. he went even faster, roughly fucking your body to seek some form of answer he couldn't begin to grasp. sukuna drilled your body through sheer force, hoping to understand what this even is. "k-kuna... kuna—" you whimpered meekly, drool escaping your lips as your eyes rolled back like a corpse.
"look at you, baring yourself so vulgarly. do you have no shame?" he muses, continuing to fuck you mercilessly while relishing in the expression you hold.
at this point you swore you could see stars, fuck, probably the cusp of death itself. sukuna fucked you like had a reason to live, or a reason to die. it was all-consuming. your senses were all fucked up, constantly getting overstimulated by his mouths, hands, and cocks.
there was no body part that was untouched—or unviolated by the hands of your decider above you. you could feel that burning shame build up in you, attempting to release itself on his cock and you cry out to him.
“g-gonna cum… pleasee! i’m gonna oh—“ you helplessly yell, the thick walls of his residence hushing your plea.
you come apart without permission, yet a small grunt escapes sukuna’s lips as your cum seeps out, covering his thick member with the leftover cum you had from before. he hisses lowly, like a silent vibration buzzing against your skin.
covered in all types of fluids, sukuna licks it up instinctively, the rush of blood ringing in his ears. you’re so warm. so human.
so fucking delicious.
sukuna can’t help but get a taste, swallowing the remnants of your orgasm like it’s a heian delicacy. “there it is…” he softly murmurs. his deep voice spreads goosebumps in the warm air, your arm extending to his chest, grazing the tough skin.
“you’d let me take everything, wouldn’t you?” he says it like he knows the answer, and you nod—mindlessly, submitting yourself to his hypnotizing words.
it’s absurd how you let him consume you without an inch of doubt. most people would beg for their lives by now, but here you are—serving yourself on a silver platter. merely covered in substances he brought out of you. he didn’t have to force you.
you were a well trained meal, and he wanted a taste.
sukuna inches closer now, centimetres away. his large tongue quickly devours your lips once again, your state of mind somewhere far away, only pleasure coursing through your veins. his teeth nip you, blood dripping down your lips and like a shark to water, he laps it up—desperate and hungry.
his cock still warms you up, with no desire to move. your cum dries on your thighs, and his hands continue to hold your body with a tight grip, groping your breasts as he continued to feast.
sukuna sinks his teeth in your neck when he angles his face, ecstasy flowing into his tastebuds once he gets your metallic liquid swallowed.
“to be reduced to this…” he chuckles, drinking you up.
“…not bad.” continuing to eat you, a piece of your fatty skin melts in his bottomless stomach. your body squirms from the numbed pain, breaking the silence. “mmph…” it’s a soft, tender whimper, like the act of tasting you is so intimate that it escapes from your cherry rims. it’s the closest thing he’ll ever get to such a thing.
a piece of you missing—now belonging to him.
“look at you.”
he echoes, parting from your body, the blood staining your skin like dye. it’s fresh. so different from your arousal. his cocks twitch again, and he wants to devour you.
“that’s your answer.”
do you understand, now?
Ⓒ nidarogue — a/n: HELPPPPPP ok this was lowkey long but i really tried to go for a sukuna indulging in sexual stuff to understand humans, to feel a semblance of humanity, yet it comes off crude, messy, almost too much because of who he truly is. its a vulnerable act yet the reader is submitting themselves to sukuna without a care (?) 🥸 um yeah hope u guys enjoyed! maybe ill branch this out, idk
--- a/n: i haven’t read the manga, but i wanted to take a shot at characterizing his true form/self if he were to indulge in such carnal desires with a human. enjoy <3
you were so frail.
so tiny beneath his body.
he could never quite grasp how you, such a feeble little thing could even dare to touch him, and yet he continues to allow it. here you are, taking one of his thick cocks, wrapped around him like a cursed knot, limbs intertwining with his in your bedroom chamber—only the sounds of your cries echoing in the cold night.
you provided him with warmth, milking his member, the other languidly swinging as he thrusted up in your far too small hole. as he looked down, he could feel your small hands gripping his bicep for an ounce of support. the whole act was confusing to him.
and yet, he lost himself in your flesh, the soft supple skin an addiction for some cord of humanity he unconsciously yearns to meet despite ruining it. was sex so interesting despite its crudeness?
it's... strange.
but you proved him wrong. each night he indulged, he could hear your heartbeat pound like a beating drum—so fast, so soothing, it was a record that you were alive. yet he could kill you at anytime.
he’d imagine how you’d look, blood spilling over your fatty limbs, his cum mixed between the liquid. how utterly vulnerable and disgusting you would be once you were gone. just like how vulnerable and disgusting you are now. it was an addicting sight.
as sukuna pressed you closer, he settled his first pair of hands by skillfully holding your waist, the other on your hips for more support to dig you deeper onto his cock. you cried out in agony—or pleasure. he had an issue telling which was which. you were so hot to the touch, sweat cascading like droplets over your skin, your hair sticking to your forehead as he continued thrusting, the movements monotonous.
large eyes bore into you.
“do you enjoy this?” his words reverberated in the room. it was deep and commanding, and you felt urged to answer.
“y-yes, i do—mmph—“ you managed to struggle out, pussy tired and sore from his length. it felt consuming every time he entered, your mind going blank as a slate.
“why?” he asked profoundly, eyes dark without a purpose.
“feels… feels good…” you started, continuing like an afterthought. “when you fill me up,” your tiny hand slid to your stomach. “i feel full. safe.”
sukuna’s cocks twitched.
how stupid could this little girl even be?
“how foolish. don’t you understand what i am?” he narrowed his eyes, hands gripping just a bit tighter as he commented. if he put any more force, he’d break you.
“i-i… i don’t.”
“i’ll make you, then.”
he hated how simple-minded you were. just laying there, taking his cock without a second thought. like you were made to do this. you had no idea of what he could do to you—and yet you surrendered yourself to his mercy. were all humans this naive or was it just you?
hell, you even took comfort from a beast like him—one, that was wrecking the most sacred place between heaven and hell. even though he's killed thousands, he's never understood what humans were like. maybe he could figure it out through you.
sukuna continued pounding relentlessly, burying himself between your parted thighs without care and selfishly using your flesh. if he went any deeper, you think he would reach your heart.
"s-sukuna... fuck, please!—" you yelped, gripping onto the thin sheets beneath you as a lifeline.
and yet he continued, abusing your pussy like a toy.
his first pair of hands on your waist moved to your neck. one gripped the front, the other on your nape, fingers delicately pressing your throat. sukuna squeezed, ever so slightly and it took the air out of your lungs.
your eyes boldly looked up at him, an unreadable expression in his face as he devoured you. was it disdain? boredom?
pleasure?
he released his grip, unconsciously licking his lips at the comically large bruise on your neck. the broken capillaries branded your skin. he did this to you. you squeeze around him as he fucked you good, your squelching noises filling the tension as his eyes glossed over your figure.
sukuna inched even closer, the mouth on his stomach able to lick up your sweat, covering you with saliva. your eyes uncontrollably met with his blood red ones. you felt watched.
"you call this sex?" he murmured.
his gaze lingered, heavy, assessing the state he put you in.
"this is what humans cling to?"
a pause.
"...pathetic." and yet, he didn't stop. he went even faster, roughly fucking your body to seek some form of answer he couldn't begin to grasp. sukuna drilled your body through sheer force, hoping to understand what this even is. "k-kuna... kuna—" you whimpered meekly, drool escaping your lips as your eyes rolled back like a corpse.
"look at you, baring yourself so vulgarly. do you have no shame?" he muses, continuing to fuck you mercilessly while relishing in the expression you hold.
at this point you swore you could see stars, fuck, probably the cusp of death itself. sukuna fucked you like had a reason to live, or a reason to die. it was all-consuming. your senses were all fucked up, constantly getting overstimulated by his mouths, hands, and cocks.
there was no body part that was untouched—or unviolated by the hands of your decider above you. you could feel that burning shame build up in you, attempting to release itself on his cock and you cry out to him.
“g-gonna cum… pleasee! i’m gonna oh—“ you helplessly yell, the thick walls of his residence hushing your plea.
you come apart without permission, yet a small grunt escapes sukuna’s lips as your cum seeps out, covering his thick member with the leftover cum you had from before. he hisses lowly, like a silent vibration buzzing against your skin.
covered in all types of fluids, sukuna licks it up instinctively, the rush of blood ringing in his ears. you’re so warm. so human.
so fucking delicious.
sukuna can’t help but get a taste, swallowing the remnants of your orgasm like it’s a heian delicacy. “there it is…” he softly murmurs. his deep voice spreads goosebumps in the warm air, your arm extending to his chest, grazing the tough skin.
“you’d let me take everything, wouldn’t you?” he says it like he knows the answer, and you nod—mindlessly, submitting yourself to his hypnotizing words.
it’s absurd how you let him consume you without an inch of doubt. most people would beg for their lives by now, but here you are—serving yourself on a silver platter. merely covered in substances he brought out of you. he didn’t have to force you.
you were a well trained meal, and he wanted a taste.
sukuna inches closer now, centimetres away. his large tongue quickly devours your lips once again, your state of mind somewhere far away, only pleasure coursing through your veins. his teeth nip you, blood dripping down your lips and like a shark to water, he laps it up—desperate and hungry.
his cock still warms you up, with no desire to move. your cum dries on your thighs, and his hands continue to hold your body with a tight grip, groping your breasts as he continued to feast.
sukuna sinks his teeth in your neck when he angles his face, ecstasy flowing into his tastebuds once he gets your metallic liquid swallowed.
“to be reduced to this…” he chuckles, drinking you up.
“…not bad.” continuing to eat you, a piece of your fatty skin melts in his bottomless stomach. your body squirms from the numbed pain, breaking the silence. “mmph…” it’s a soft, tender whimper, like the act of tasting you is so intimate that it escapes from your cherry rims. it’s the closest thing he’ll ever get to such a thing.
a piece of you missing—now belonging to him.
“look at you.”
he echoes, parting from your body, the blood staining your skin like dye. it’s fresh. so different from your arousal. his cocks twitch again, and he wants to devour you.
“that’s your answer.”
do you understand, now?
Ⓒ nidarogue — a/n: HELPPPPPP ok this was lowkey long but i really tried to go for a sukuna indulging in sexual stuff to understand humans, to feel a semblance of humanity, yet it comes off crude, messy, almost too much because of who he truly is. its a vulnerable act yet the reader is submitting themselves to sukuna without a care (?) 🥸 um yeah hope u guys enjoyed! maybe ill branch this out, idk
*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･ mean maki w/ a strap | wlw ･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*
watched jjk s3 ep4 and had to act immediately… cw: agedup!characters, strap usage (?), fingering, kissing, degradation.
you should’ve known better than to rile her up.
“fuck, such a slutty pussy for me. look at how wet you are.” she sneered, pinning your arms above your head with one hand, the other teasing your hole by dipping a thick finger in.
maki could go feral at the sight of you right now, slick and a mess on your shared bed—simply bare and delicate all for her. she wants to fucking ruin you for teasing her today. she wasn’t stupid, but you clearly wanted to be an ass.
you were bending way too low in-front of her, moaning her name in the shower as if she wasn’t 5ft away, and running your hands by touching her all over the whole day.
“fuck—m-mmph, maki, please…” you begged, squirming under her grip as she fucked you rough, inserting another digit. “c’mon baby… you can take it.” she whispered against the shell of your ear, a light, condescending tone as she continued to push deeper, curling her fingers just right against your plush walls.
“you wanted this, didn’t you?” she questioned, but she wasn’t expecting an answer—not with the way you were babbling whimpers against her arm. “f-fuck, m-maki, please.. please!—“
she tilted her head, a sick grin on her face as she looked down and mockingly spoke, “please what? use your words, bitch.” maki inserted another finger, fucking you harder on the damp sheets, licking her bottom lip as she saw your pussy clamp down desperately around her.
she could feel your legs twitch and eyes roll back, signalling you were close. it was sight she was too familiar with. a sight that she craved. “w-wanna cum...” you mumbled shakenly, hips rutting against her fingering you.
she leaned in closer, inching her fingers in that specific angle she knows you like. the one that makes you cream all over her fingers, releasing your orgasm for her to lick up and taste. maki moves faster, her physical prowess easily letting her speed up and please you as much as she wants. “look at your cunt… you wanna come that badly? she asked, licking your jaw.
“beg for it.”
god, you were so fucking wet. your sweet moans echoed in the bedroom, bouncing off the walls the more maki made you feel good. it was like a drug to hear—how pathetic you were. how much of a whore she made you. she relished in it, slapping your pussy with your juices leaking out on her hands.
“c’mon, baby. beg me to make you come.” she raised a brow, taunting you. before you could even whine, she raised her palm, slapping your pussy again, the motion making you whimper.
“want you inside of me first…” you hastily moaned, hands clawing at her scarred arm, maki’s muscles subtly flexing when she gripped your thigh in response. a sick grin showed up when she processed what you said. “yeah? you want me to fuck your little cunt?”
maki got up immediately, grabbing her strap from your bedside table, quickly putting it on in mere seconds before you could reply. your beady eyes and twitching pussy already said everything for you.
as she put on some lube on her strap, you watched with anticipation as she towered over you. her built stature making you drool, hands reaching out to hold her close. you were already stretched, ready to take her. there was nothing better than the sight of you.
she aligned herself, pressing slowly, taking in the way your head rolled back, chest popping up as you arched. “that’s my good girl…” maki reassured, hand gripping the roots of your hair tightly, almost as if was purchase for resistance. she was gonna fucking lose it if you kept whining her name.
“m-maki… mmh.. maki, fuck—“
“shut up.” she mumbled under her breath, pressing her lips against yours and biting your lower lip so you gasp just enough to slide her tongue in. the kiss was sloppy, messy, like she just wanted to devour you and take the scent of your body in her soul. it was addicting. you were addicting.
maki’s hips rocked forward slowly, sliding in and out—the sinful sounds of your cunt sounding out. the slick between you two stuck like glue, slapping as she made repeated contact.
*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･ mean maki w/ a strap | wlw ･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*
watched jjk s3 ep4 and had to act immediately… cw: agedup!characters, strap usage (?), fingering, kissing, degradation.
you should’ve known better than to rile her up.
“fuck, such a slutty pussy for me. look at how wet you are.” she sneered, pinning your arms above your head with one hand, the other teasing your hole by dipping a thick finger in.
maki could go feral at the sight of you right now, slick and a mess on your shared bed—simply bare and delicate all for her. she wants to fucking ruin you for teasing her today. she wasn’t stupid, but you clearly wanted to be an ass.
you were bending way too low in-front of her, moaning her name in the shower as if she wasn’t 5ft away, and running your hands by touching her all over the whole day.
“fuck—m-mmph, maki, please…” you begged, squirming under her grip as she fucked you rough, inserting another digit. “c’mon baby… you can take it.” she whispered against the shell of your ear, a light, condescending tone as she continued to push deeper, curling her fingers just right against your plush walls.
“you wanted this, didn’t you?” she questioned, but she wasn’t expecting an answer—not with the way you were babbling whimpers against her arm. “f-fuck, m-maki, please.. please!—“
she tilted her head, a sick grin on her face as she looked down and mockingly spoke, “please what? use your words, bitch.” maki inserted another finger, fucking you harder on the damp sheets, licking her bottom lip as she saw your pussy clamp down desperately around her.
she could feel your legs twitch and eyes roll back, signalling you were close. it was sight she was too familiar with. a sight that she craved. “w-wanna cum...” you mumbled shakenly, hips rutting against her fingering you.
she leaned in closer, inching her fingers in that specific angle she knows you like. the one that makes you cream all over her fingers, releasing your orgasm for her to lick up and taste. maki moves faster, her physical prowess easily letting her speed up and please you as much as she wants. “look at your cunt… you wanna come that badly? she asked, licking your jaw.
“beg for it.”
god, you were so fucking wet. your sweet moans echoed in the bedroom, bouncing off the walls the more maki made you feel good. it was like a drug to hear—how pathetic you were. how much of a whore she made you. she relished in it, slapping your pussy with your juices leaking out on her hands.
“c’mon, baby. beg me to make you come.” she raised a brow, taunting you. before you could even whine, she raised her palm, slapping your pussy again, the motion making you whimper.
“want you inside of me first…” you hastily moaned, hands clawing at her scarred arm, maki’s muscles subtly flexing when she gripped your thigh in response. a sick grin showed up when she processed what you said. “yeah? you want me to fuck your little cunt?”
maki got up immediately, grabbing her strap from your bedside table, quickly putting it on in mere seconds before you could reply. your beady eyes and twitching pussy already said everything for you.
as she put on some lube on her strap, you watched with anticipation as she towered over you. her built stature making you drool, hands reaching out to hold her close. you were already stretched, ready to take her. there was nothing better than the sight of you.
she aligned herself, pressing slowly, taking in the way your head rolled back, chest popping up as you arched. “that’s my good girl…” maki reassured, hand gripping the roots of your hair tightly, almost as if was purchase for resistance. she was gonna fucking lose it if you kept whining her name.
“m-maki… mmh.. maki, fuck—“
“shut up.” she mumbled under her breath, pressing her lips against yours and biting your lower lip so you gasp just enough to slide her tongue in. the kiss was sloppy, messy, like she just wanted to devour you and take the scent of your body in her soul. it was addicting. you were addicting.
maki’s hips rocked forward slowly, sliding in and out—the sinful sounds of your cunt sounding out. the slick between you two stuck like glue, slapping as she made repeated contact.
*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･ mean maki w/ a strap | wlw ･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*
watched jjk s3 ep4 and had to act immediately… cw: agedup!characters, strap usage (?), fingering, kissing, degradation.
you should’ve known better than to rile her up.
“fuck, such a slutty pussy for me. look at how wet you are.” she sneered, pinning your arms above your head with one hand, the other teasing your hole by dipping a thick finger in.
maki could go feral at the sight of you right now, slick and a mess on your shared bed—simply bare and delicate all for her. she wants to fucking ruin you for teasing her today. she wasn’t stupid, but you clearly wanted to be an ass.
you were bending way too low in-front of her, moaning her name in the shower as if she wasn’t 5ft away, and running your hands by touching her all over the whole day.
“fuck—m-mmph, maki, please…” you begged, squirming under her grip as she fucked you rough, inserting another digit. “c’mon baby… you can take it.” she whispered against the shell of your ear, a light, condescending tone as she continued to push deeper, curling her fingers just right against your plush walls.
“you wanted this, didn’t you?” she questioned, but she wasn’t expecting an answer—not with the way you were babbling whimpers against her arm. “f-fuck, m-maki, please.. please!—“
she tilted her head, a sick grin on her face as she looked down and mockingly spoke, “please what? use your words, bitch.” maki inserted another finger, fucking you harder on the damp sheets, licking her bottom lip as she saw your pussy clamp down desperately around her.
she could feel your legs twitch and eyes roll back, signalling you were close. it was sight she was too familiar with. a sight that she craved. “w-wanna cum...” you mumbled shakenly, hips rutting against her fingering you.
she leaned in closer, inching her fingers in that specific angle she knows you like. the one that makes you cream all over her fingers, releasing your orgasm for her to lick up and taste. maki moves faster, her physical prowess easily letting her speed up and please you as much as she wants. “look at your cunt… you wanna come that badly? she asked, licking your jaw.
“beg for it.”
god, you were so fucking wet. your sweet moans echoed in the bedroom, bouncing off the walls the more maki made you feel good. it was like a drug to hear—how pathetic you were. how much of a whore she made you. she relished in it, slapping your pussy with your juices leaking out on her hands.
“c’mon, baby. beg me to make you come.” she raised a brow, taunting you. before you could even whine, she raised her palm, slapping your pussy again, the motion making you whimper.
“want you inside of me first…” you hastily moaned, hands clawing at her scarred arm, maki’s muscles subtly flexing when she gripped your thigh in response. a sick grin showed up when she processed what you said. “yeah? you want me to fuck your little cunt?”
maki got up immediately, grabbing her strap from your bedside table, quickly putting it on in mere seconds before you could reply. your beady eyes and twitching pussy already said everything for you.
as she put on some lube on her strap, you watched with anticipation as she towered over you. her built stature making you drool, hands reaching out to hold her close. you were already stretched, ready to take her. there was nothing better than the sight of you.
she aligned herself, pressing slowly, taking in the way your head rolled back, chest popping up as you arched. “that’s my good girl…” maki reassured, hand gripping the roots of your hair tightly, almost as if was purchase for resistance. she was gonna fucking lose it if you kept whining her name.
“m-maki… mmh.. maki, fuck—“
“shut up.” she mumbled under her breath, pressing her lips against yours and biting your lower lip so you gasp just enough to slide her tongue in. the kiss was sloppy, messy, like she just wanted to devour you and take the scent of your body in her soul. it was addicting. you were addicting.
maki’s hips rocked forward slowly, sliding in and out—the sinful sounds of your cunt sounding out. the slick between you two stuck like glue, slapping as she made repeated contact.
This is for my luv @yenayaps, here is sukuna doing coke off us and fucking our ass <3 happy birthdayyy hehe (MDNI)
You lost a bet to your boyfriend Sukuna - you thought you could outdrink your six foot five boyfriend like a fucking idiot, but now your ass is arched in a pretty heart for his dilated eyes. Your head resting on one of his pillows as he moans at the sight, slipping rough fingers up your spine, laughing when you whine out.
"Ah-ah, stay still," he murmurs, taking the little baggie of powder that's been on his nightstand for this very occasion, running his hand over his cock, feeling it leaking pre. "My pretty lil coke tray."
"You fucking freak," you mumble, whining out when his huge hand lands a firm smack on your ass, leaving the outline of his hand print raising on it. "Mnh!"
"You lost that bet, brat," you sigh, conceding and feeling powder sprinkling along your skin, you bite down on your lip, feeling far too fucking needy, he's not even touched you yet, just gliding a card against the curve of your ass, where the little dimples sit on your lower back.
"Well snort your line then, Kuna," he glares at the nickname, you're practically giggling, he'd smack your ass again but this is primo cocaine, so he settles for nipping your ass cheek with his teeth.
"So eager for me to fuck your ass tonight, huh?" You blush and don't let him see - for all Sukuna's talk of fucking your ass he hasn't just yet.
"Just snort your line weirdo," he chuckles, the sound vibrating as he leans down, rolling that hundred dollar bill tightly. The powder looks so fucking pretty on your skin, he snorts half of it right up one nostril, switching to the other, hearing your little whine.
"Fuck," he runs his tongue across where the faint white residue is sticking, huge hands gripping at your hips, lips pressing a filthy kiss. "Arch more, you can, right?"
"Mhm," you do just that - usually you're a fucking brat, but you're so clearly horny and ready for him tonight. He spits a line of saliva right down to your hole, spreading your cheeks and watching you arch even more, hands crumpling the sheets beneath you.
"Haven't' even touched you yet, so needy, huh?" You turn to glare and he's smirking.
"Fine, no ass play."
"What!?"
"No fuck you," you gasp out when he spits on your hole again, swirling two fingers and pressing inside, making you moan, lashes fluttering shut. "Mngh..."
"What was that, brat?" He leans over, pressing them into the knuckle and curling them, the burn so fucking good you can hardly take it, eyes rolling back in your skull, your arousal dripping down between your puffy lips. "Couldn't hear ya."
"F-fuck... fuck... ah," he's grinning as you clamp down on him, his free hand tugging you up by your hair until you're up on your hands and knees for him, gasping out.
"Loosen up f'me," he murmurs in your ear, sharp teeth nipping at your ear lobe, a little bit of that pink hair falling over his brow. "Stop that, don't tighten up. Be a good girl."
"Hmph," he smiles at your attempt to act mad, easing his fingers in and out of your unused hole, his breath warm against your ear. "Kuna..."
"Mmm, listenin' for once," he eases his fingers out, leaning over and grabbing a bottle of lube out of his drawer - his slutty ass always has several bottles. He squeezes a generous amount, easing his fingers right back in, his other hand cupping your face, kissing your lips and moaning into your mouth. "Feel good, brat?"
"Mhm," you don't bother to play around, his fingers do feel good, the way he's leaned over you with his heavy weight against you, the pressure as he starts stretching them inside your tight hole.
"Can you take my cock in this tiny hole?" He's taunting you now, his cock leaking pre down on his blankets, hand slipping down to wrap your throat.
"I can." he smirks against your skin.
"I don't know, she's just so tiny and pathetic, can she stretch that much? Take this fat cock inside?"
"Yes, yes," he's pumping faster, the lube slipping and mixing with your juices as the drip down your thighs. "I can t-take it, fuck me, fuck me..."
"Beggin' all desperate, such a needy brat," he pulls them out with a filthy squelch, squirting even more lube down onto your hole, spitting in it as he spreads your hole wide, lining the tip of his pierced cock against it. You jerk just a bit when his piercing presses inside your hole. "Don't tense up, or I won't give you it."
"Dick," you mumble, looking over your shoulder, your hair falling. "Kuna, fuck me, please."
He spits again, swirling it over his swollen cock head, easing it inside, he's gentle with it at first, letting you adjust. Sukuna could be sweet, especially when he's fucking your hole for the first time, but once he's half way in, and you start to take it? It feels too good.
"Ah! S-so deep," he's pushing more in, pinning your hips and jerking his own, heavy balls thwacking your messy, needy cunt as she quivers around nothing, making you gasp out.
"That's it, takin' my cock like you're made for it," he moans, starting to really fuck you now, cock stretching you out as all that pressure hits, the pleasure fucking ruining you. "Doin' such a good job, lemme make you feel even better."
"Hmm? ah!" Sukuna's tugging you up, easing you right down on his cock and bottoming out impossibly, you're on your knees, his tattooed fingers running circles on your neglected clit, pretty patterns as he wraps his other arm around your waist, bicep taking you over. You're trembling, tears pricking your eyes as you start to feel that pleasure fucking you up.
"All your holes are made just f'me," he says, losing his mind at how tight you are, how your ass is just gripping his veiny length so good like she's milking him. "Cunt, mouth, ass, mine - say it?"
"Psycho - ngh!" He's slammed you down fully, pinching your clit between two fingers, overstimulating you until you shatter, seeing white as he sucks your damn breath away. "Kuna, ngh!"
"Mhm," he's easing up just a bit as you squirt down between your thighs. "Fuck, you're squirting from anal? Slutty lil' brat."
You're broken off with a moan between your lips as he fucks up into your ass again, about to bust inside, just pulsing. He's mumbling your name as he slides two fingers in your empty cunt, curving them up as his piercing drags along this spot inside that has you cumming again, squirting down his hand.
"Fuck, that's it - hah, gonna take all my cum. Mmm stay right here, don't run from it," he murmurs, busting hot white inside, feeling cum in there is utterly filthy, his fingers rocking and getting every damn drop he can from you, until you're dizzy.
"Kuna..." You're a mess, Sukuna eases out and moans at the sight of the creamy white spilling down from your ass.
"Took it like such a good lil brat," he's fingering the mess, chuckling as you're jerking, dripping all down and making a mess. "Are you gonna say you can out drink me again?"
you’re both fully dressed—technically—but that barely matters. his back’s against the headboard, shirt clinging to his skin, hair a mess from your fingers tugging through it. you’re straddling him, thighs around his hips, your core grinding right down onto his cock through layers of fabric.
and it’s so much worse that way. the friction. the denial. the sound of it, wet and filthy and obscene, because even with your panties and his sweats in the way, you’re soaked—ruining him with every desperate, needy roll of your hips.
he’s panting now.
megumi fucking loses it when you start rocking in little circles, your arms around his shoulders, breath hot on his neck. his hands grip your hips tight—too tight, like he’s trying to control you, like he could stop you if he wanted to.
he doesn’t want to.
“you’re doing this on purpose,” he growls, voice barely holding together, teeth clenched. “you know what this does to me.”
you moan against his throat, dragging your cunt over the thick, hard line of his cock again—so sensitive, already twitching under the fabric. his sweats are soaked through, your panties a useless scrap of lace clinging to your pussy lips.
“fuck—” he gasps, head dropping to your shoulder. “stop. stop or i’m gonna—”
but you don’t. you grind harder, rougher, faster, and that’s when megumi snaps.
his hands slam your hips down, locking you in place as he thrusts up into you—dry humping you like he’s trying to rut through your clothes, like he wants to split you open without even needing to undress.
“fuckfuckfuck—" he hisses, fucking up into you with short, desperate thrusts, hips jerking erratically, sweat beading at his temples. “gonna cum—gonna fuckin’ cum like this, you’re gonna make me—”
he buries his face in your neck with a broken groan, cock pulsing, and you feel it—his cum spilling into his boxers, soaking hot through the fabric, hips still twitching as he grinds out every last drop.
he keeps rocking even as he finishes, breath ragged, hands shaking.
you pull back, grinning, breathless.
“megumi,” you whisper, fingers in his hair, “you just came in your pants.”
his face is red. his eyes, glassy. his voice? shaky. rough.
“shut up,” he mutters, pulling you back in. “we’re not done.”
A/N: Here I am again, back on my daddy Katsuki bullshit; 4k of smut with a dash of plot. Thank you so much to @mindninjax for beta-reading this and encouraging me to finish it ❤️
“Does your stupid boyfriend fuck you like this?”
Katsuki knows you’re too full to answer, cunt stuffed so snugly around his cock he can feel every pull of your inner muscles. Keen eyes admire how your flesh parts for him, drags along his length, coats his heavy cock with fresh cream.
He loves you like this: on your back, nipples swollen, puffy, glistening with remnants of spit, your legs curled back, lashes thick with tears. Prettiest fucking thing he ever did see. It’s just a damn shame you’re supposed to be off-limits, that every time you cum at home he has to smother your screams with the palm of his hand.
Capturing both your wrists between mean fingers, he starts pulling you down onto his cock; hard, deep thrusts that make your body bounce and the sheets wrinkle.
“Best little step-kid I could ever ask for, aren’t cha? Always so needy for daddy’s cock.”
You were tempting from the beginning, the pretty college girl he only saw glimpses of on holidays, flirty and smiley and clearly into him. He supposes you’ve got some kind of fucked up daddy issues, and that he only makes them worse every time he finds his way inside of you. Not that he cares. You’re too sweet to pass up, cunt too tight and lips so soft against his and around his dick.
༄ duke nanami bending you over his big wooden desk
in all your time knowing him, it would be a terrible lie to say you have not thought about the duke in bed — what would it be like? what would he be like? and while it's nearly become daily routine for him to spend long hours dining between your legs. you cannot help your curiosity.
you figure he'd want control. that it would be intense and demanding and your legs can't help but squeeze at the thought.
maybe he'd find some creative ways to use that signature spotted tie of his. your face heats up just picturing it. you could certainly help him with that.
you aren't the only one in the estate that's curious, but it seems as though you're the only one lucky enough to end up with the answer.
you're in the dukes personal study; a room oh so few have gotten to visit — bent over the large wooden desk at the center while too fingers easily glide through your folds. the cool metal of his thick ring making you shiver. wetness drips down your thighs like a manifestation of your overflowing lust and nanami can't help groaning at the sight. slapping the sensitive skin so gently it almost feels like a tap to hear it.
he admires the mess on his hand before bringing it to your face for you to see. "look at yourself. so wet." and your face heats up at the sight of your wetness coating his hand. the silver ring bearing the dukes emblem glimmers and shines in the light. " this all for me?"
you nod. listening as he undoes his belt behind you to free his heavy cock. a pearly bead of need has already collected at the top, nanamis slides the tip through your folds, spreading your wetness and his all over your aching clit, gently kissing it with the tip before aligning himself to your entrance. "clean it up for me love." and then he pushes in. inching into your warm pussy with slow shallow thrusts.
the papers he should be working on are strewn over the floor across the room. piles of letters, no doubt from noble families writing to propose marriage to the newly single duke are scattered across the desk and floor. everything comes second to you.
saliva drips from your lips and down your chin as you try voicing your need for 'more' 'faster' and as if he could make out what you were saying through your incoherent sounds, nanami pulls out completely and bottoms out in out smooth thrust. filling you to brim over and over and over again while reaching past all the sensitive parts inside you that have your eyes rolling back.
quick harsh thrusts rock your body wildly between his and the desk, the loud sound of skin on skin filling the space.
you've never known the duke to one for candied words. direct and precise is what he's known for and yet he showers you in praise and sweet names.
"there you are. feeling good, lovely?"
"goodness you are beautiful."
"let go for me that's it, thaats it."
your pussy tightens around him and nanami lets out a strained sound. nanami presses his fingers on your tongue, rubbing against it in time with his thrusts. tears prickle your eyes as you feel your orgasm build. it's so intense. you feel him everywhere and still it's not enough. you need more of him. your skin hot with need.
nanamis free hand circles around your body to find your clit, pressing into it before drawing tight little circles on it. your arms give in, leaving your bare chest to land on the cool polished wood.
behind you, the duke bends down to meet you. his chest flush against your back while he presses sweet little kisses to you cheek, whispering something you'll chose to believe he hadn't meant. duchess. my duchess
your thighs tremble and your orgasm builds quick. the pace he keeps is dizzying. that along with feeling of his thumb on your clit and fingers in your mouth makes you see white. your vision goes hot white.
nanami bites his lips in a failing attempt to hold back his high. wanting to cum in time with you. he licks a strip down your neck, tasting your skin on his tongue as his steady pace melts into something needy. god he misses you.
with a desperate moan around his fingers, you cum. loud and messy. your high washes over you, just in time with nanami letting go. his paces slows, pulling his fingers from your lips but he continues thrusting into you. softer now. fucking you both through your highs.
lidded brown eyes watch as you collapse against the desk in a heap. your body rising and falling with every deep breath you take. "nanami, you came inside."
a pretty smile makes it way to his lips, softening his features as his eyes dart down to appreciate his work. "i know. i'll take care of it." there is little kento loves more than a job well done, always taking the time to give every little detail its deserved attention.
he lowers himself to the ground, sitting on his knees between your legs. nanami spreads you open with two big hands on your ass. salivating at the sight of you. your puffy cunt stuffed with him, thick spurts of cum leaking out of your poor twitching hole.
he makes his way there by kissing up your legs. biting and sucking to leave little surprises for you tomorrow until he reaches your cunt; a feast fit for a duke. wasting no time when he hungrily attaches his mouth to you. remembering to be gentle as his warm tongue fucks into you. you're still sensitive after all.
all in all, your curiosity was satiated to say the least. once he'd 'cleaned' you up with his mouth, he brought over a towel and some warm water to clean you up. wiping your skin of the smell of sex and helping you fix your hair and dress before he made himself presentable, combing back his hair and fixing his collar.
nanami helps you sit in his deck chair, letting you know that you're welcome to stay for as long as you need. on his way out, he turns, bowing to you in his usual gentlemanly fashion and presses a gentle kiss to thick silver ring on his finger while holding your gaze. gently mouthing that dreaded word as he does, duchess. you can't tell if you've imagined it this time.
you've learnt that the wasn't demanding or especially controlling but rather incredibly intense. the duke is insatiable during sex.
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