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sukuna takes you on a ride
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“and that there is the boss’ lass.”
sukuna tilts his hat out of his eyes just in time to watch you descend the porch stairs, a tray of lemonade in your hand, hair pulled back with a light yellow bandana, and barefoot, in a pale blue sundress that pushed your breasts up and gripped your waist before flaring out, the wind causing it to billow and ripple, exposing the meat of your thighs. sukuna whistles low, taking his boot off the door of his pickup, ready to walk in your direction when the man next to him puts a hand on his shoulder, stopping him in his tracks.
“woah, now,” he chuckles, “come within a foot of her and you’ll be meetin’ the barrel of the boss’ shotgun.”
sukuna made a noise of irritation, ready to count his losses when you finally made your way over to them, looking at him with a soft, welcoming smile seemingly just for him.
“hi, there,” you’d said to him, voice warm and smooth like silk in his ears, “m’ pop’s a hard ass but don’t worry, i’ll be here to lighten his blows.”
sukuna felt a jump in his jeans as he returned your smile with a smug grin. shotgun be damned.
—
“keep it down, darlin’. or this sloppy pussy’s gonna lead yer daddy right to us.”
sukuna, your dad’s newest farmhand, has your waist in a suffocating grip as he lies flat on his back, stuffing your cunt full from below. your moans and cries are muffled around the soiled panties sukuna shoved in your mouth minutes ago, but the lewd slaps of his hips against your thighs and the creaks of your four-poster bed echo through the room. good thing your dad is on the opposite end of the farm.
“mmnf—hmm—mmm!”
sukuna tuts as you try to speak, your hands gripping his wrists where they’re lifting you up and down on his cock. your back is arched to where it’s almost painful, and your shirt is unbuttoned right to your belly button, causing your pretty tits to spill out and bounce with the force of sukuna pulling you down on his cock.
sukuna’s state is no better, mouth open and panting, bright pink hair sticking to his forehead, his shirt discarded and his jeans pulled down his thighs, just enough to expose his cock, thick, long, uncut and curved slightly, with unruly pubes at the base matching the pink atop his head.
“what is it, honey? cat got yer tongue?”
your head shakes back and forth furiously as sukuna lifts your trembling frame up and slams you down, completely at his mercy like a toy to be used and tossed aside. his cock pierces the end of your cunt with every stroke and the pleasure blends with pain, a feeling so intense your mouth opens in a silent scream around your panties while your cunt gushes in his lap.
sukuna hisses at the feeling of your cunt squeezing him, eyes fluttering while simultaneously wanting to keep them open, fixated on the way his cock makes a mess of you. not only does your pussy grip his cock just right, but the thought of being caught in such a precarious position with you when he was warned against it sets fire in his stomach, the risk making his cock twitch and his hands grip you hard enough to leave bruises as his ruts get faster.
your muffled pleas grow louder and desperate as sukuna’s thrusts pick up speed. one of your hands moves to lay flat on sukuna’s chest while the other reaches up, trying to remove the makeshift gag from your mouth, but sukuna roughly grabs your wrist and holds it, planting his feet firmly on the bed to cant his hip up hard, making you squeal as tears well in your eyes from frustration.
“what you need to talk for darlin’, hm?” sukuna breathes, voice holding mock concern. “this pretty pussy’s saying more than enough.” but despite his taunts, he reaches up and takes the panties from your mouth, tossing them to the other end of your bed. sukuna grabs the collar of your shirt in his fist, pulling you down so your chest rests on his, face to face.
“you wanted to say somethin’ so bad, right,” sukuna says, voice husky, hands now moving to grip the globes of your ass, changing his momentum to a rough grind that make your obscene cries, now uninhibited, fill your room. “tell me how good this cock’s making you feel.”
“sososo good ‘kuna! so much—t-too much, ‘kuna, please—ah!”
sukuna’s palm comes down on your ass once, twice, three times, the reverberating slaps competing with the squelch of your cunt each time sukuna slams his cock into your heat. you yelp at the strikes, hands scrambling for something to grip before they land in his hair and you tug, sukuna groaning at your roughness, digging his nails into the flesh of your ass.
“too much?” sukuna asks, far from the innocence he puts in his voice. “was practically begging me to come up here, honey.” sukuna shifts his hips a small bit, changing his angle and he smirks at the whine that leaves your throat, tongue coming out to wet his lip before his own groan leaves his mouth at the fluttering of your cunt.
“pretty lil’ thing, always interrupting my work, always clad in those goddamn little dresses n’ shorts,” sukuna finishes the statement with a harsh thrust, making you bite at his flesh to hold back the scream that would’ve came from you otherwise. sukuna keeps up his punishing slams into you, stomach knotting and damn near talking you and himself into release.
“teasing me so bad in front of yer daddy, my boss,” sukuna growls, “wanted to stuff you full the moment i saw you, and you wanted it too, right darlin’?”
sukuna’s fingers find your chin, gripping it harshly, forcing your wide eyes to meet his, his rough thrusts making your vision cloud over with tears. sukuna pants, one side of his mouth pulled up, exposing the sharp canine you’d wanted buried in your neck when you first saw him.
“how are you, honey? nothing more t’ say?” dark red eyes, barely seen around his pupils, are drinking in your reactions and your wrecked frame on top of him like a dehydrated man. sukuna grunts each time his cock twitches in your heat, your eager and creamy cunt about to milk him dry. he can hardly maintain eye contact, lids dropping low and ears filled with the lewd sound of your freed sobs.
“feels s’good’ ‘kuna! gonna cum, make m-me cum, please! pleasepleaseplease!”
“stop yer begging, darlin'. that’s what i’m doing,”sukuna grins, moving with renewed fervor, pistoling his cock in you faster, harder, pressing the tip of his flushed and leaking cock against your special spot over and over and over again. your mouth opens in a silent scream, one hand still gripping sukuna’s hair like a lifeline while you bring the other down to rake your nails across his chest, leaving bright red marks in your wake.
“yeah, that’s it, darlin’. mark me up,” sukuna rasps, red faced, head tilting back, overwhelmed, your cunt squeezing the life out of him. “cream all over this cock—fuck! gonna fucking kill me, honey.”
one more rough smack to your ass is all it takes, a shrill scream leaving your lips as you squirt all over sukuna’s cock, staining his upper thighs and leaking steadily to stain your sheets underneath him. your body trembles with the force of your orgasm, the world spinning around you, eyes rolling back as you use your last remaining breath to repeat sukuna’s name in a whisper like a prayer.
“oh my fucking—good god, honey—“ sukuna growls out, the wetness spilling around his cock creating a noise, louder than what you two were making before, so lewd and obscene, that it makes his head swim. sukuna clenches his teeth, and with another thrust, another whine from you at the overstimulation, sukuna is shooting ropes of cum into your cunt, cock pulsing so crudely, painting your walls a creamy white.
sukuna gasps in ecstasy, relishing in the feeling of his cock emptying itself inside you while you rub your hands over his chest, catching your own breath as sukuna rides out the rest of his high. his hips twitch, semi-hard cock still gliding along your sensitive walls and brining little cries from your lips.
“‘kuna, ‘kuna, s-sensitive. can y’ please?” you pat at his chest persistently, trying to get him to stop moving.
“yeah, darlin’, yeah,” sukuna mumbles, just a bit delirious in the aftermath of his release. “just a lil’ bit more, hm?”
“sukuna, please—“
you’re interrupted when you hear the distant sound of running feet, that turns to pounding, getting louder and louder as they climb the stairs to the house, and the front door slams. you look over your shoulder to see your curtains flapping in the breeze. your window is open.
the noise shakes sukuna out of his stupor, making him sit up fast, taking you with him and pulling you close to his chest, trying to grant you a bit of modesty.
“maybe we were a bit too loud—“ sukuna’s attempt at humor is shattered when the door to your room hangs open, your dad in the doorway, barrel aimed at sukuna’s half naked form.
“sukuna!”
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