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Sukuna *drools*
∑(°口°๑) sukuna sees you writing smut (and judges hard)
had to get this out of my system or else I don't sleep
"'He spits inside your mouth, hips moving faster'—what.”
Sukuna's reading voice turns down a couple of notches once he realized what he's reading, now murmuring as if he's seeing something he shouldn't. He had to squint his eyes to read the following lines, honestly. Too grossed out that he wants to look away, but too curious to actually follow through.
“The hell’s this smutty bullshit, woman?” His hand reaches down to grab the back of your chair, spinning you around so you can face him, dumbfounded and... scared? You're not sure. “‘He spits in your mouth’, where'd you even learn that?”
“Oh, don't act like you don't do that to me whenever you're out of it.” Sukuna opens his mouth to reply with an equally sassy tone, but all that leaves him is a begrudging sigh.
“Touché,” he clicks his tongue. “But what exactly are you writin’, huh? Fifty Shades of Nasty?”
You huff as you turn back to face your laptop, the tab with said ‘nasty bullshit’ open for everyone—Sukuna to see. If it was by any means sentient, you're sure it would've plunged itself to the nearest water source, wanting to be rid of the filth you keep writing.
“Well, someone requested this ‘nasty bullshit’, and who was I to deprive them of their wish?” You shake your head, fingers already tapping on your keyboard. “The people yearn for smut, so they'll get smut.”
If he recalls correctly, you mentioned something about your inbox being open, how their kind words almost made you tear up, and how their requests would make you laugh or recoil. Maybe even both. He doesn't really know shit about the whole fanfic… writing thing you do. But now that he knows that you can write something like that?-
He's intrigued. For better or for worse.
“Freaky ass.” He mumbles, half-hoping that you catch it, half-hoping that you don't.
“What was that, Mr. Ryomen?” You glare at him, lips pursed together tightly. The last thing he wants to do is laugh at your work and your precious, precious Anon’s request. And if he ever did? Ass red from beating it. "Y'have anything else to say?"
“Nope. Nothin’.” Sukuna turns around to bail before you can hug his neck till he's blue. “You just… Bella Swan through that, babe. Call me if you need anythin’.”
“Good,” you smirk, holding back your laughter as he placatingly raises his hands. “It's good to know where your place is.”
needy sukuna
minors dni guys this my first smut so PLS be easy i’ll die
You’ve learned that Ryomen cooks in silence.
Not because he doesn’t like talking.
Because chopping garlic, turning the heat down at exactly the right second, tasting the sauce, adding spices he can barely pronounce, all of it asks for a different part of him than a boardroom does. It just settles him.
So you let him have it.
You hop onto the kitchen counter behind him, one knee tucked under the other, swinging your socked foot against the cabinet while music drifts quietly from the speaker on the windowsill. Some old rock song he likes. One you’ve heard enough to hum without realizing.
He’s got his back to you.
Black T-shirt.
Broad shoulders.
Hair still damp from his shower.
You watch him stir the pan for a minute before you start talking.
“So…”
“Mhm.”
“I think this guy at work is in love with me.”
Nothing.
Not even a twitch.
“He keeps bringing my paperwork to my desk.”
“Mhm.”
“And he’s literally above me.”
A slow stir of the spoon.
“He’s, like, management.”
“Congratulations.”
You blink.
“…Congratulations?”
“Promotion by association.”
You throw a dish towel at the back of his head. It lands on the counter next to him and he simply throws it over his shoulder.
“You are so annoying.”
“It’ll pass.”
“It’s been three weeks.”
He hums like he’s considering that but you know he’s not.
“Maybe he’s just nice.”
“No.”
“No?”
“No, because he’s weird about it.”
You lean back on your hands.
“He knows my coffee order.”
“Mhm.”
“He remembered my dog’s birthday.”
Finally a pause.
“He… what?”
“There it is,” you point triumphantly. “See? Weird.”
Sukuna glances over his shoulder.
One eyebrow raised.
“You tell him your dog’s birthday?”
“I mention things.”
“You mention everything.”
“I do not.”
He scoffs softly ignoring you completely while he scoops up a little of the sauce with a small piece of chicken, then finally turns and comes over so he’s standing just short of between your knees.
“Taste.”
You look at the wooden spoon in front of you then back up at him.
“You think feeding me fixes everything?”
“No.”
He holds the spoon closer.
“But you’ll stop talking long enough to eat.”
You sigh dramatically but lean forward, letting him offer you a taste from the spoon.
You huff around the bite, chewing with exaggerated annoyance.
Then, with your mouth still full, you continue,
“Andanotherthingyou’renotlistening—”
“…Don’t talk with food in your mouth.”
“You’n not lishening.”
He gives you the flattest look you’ve ever seen then with a sigh only he could muster, he reaches up with his thumb and gently wipes the corner of your mouth.
“There.”
His thumb catches another little spot.
“And there, like a toddler.”
“Ha ha but anyway I was like…”
Another sigh.
He turns briefly, sets the spoon on the stove, turns the burner down then comes back this time though he doesn’t stop at arm’s length he steps fully between your knees one hand settles lightly against your hip the other braces on the counter beside you.
“There.”
His voice is almost unnervingly calm.
“I’m listening.”
Your eyebrow lifts just enough to show your distrust.
“Fully?”
“Fully.”
You squint suspiciously but carry on anyway.
“So.”
He nods once.
“I told Sara and she-”
His eyes travel down to your wrist as he takes it and turns it over in his hand and presses a soft kiss against the inside.
“…Ryo.”
“Hm?”
“I’m telling a story.”
“I know.”
Another kiss this one against your shoulder after he brushes your hair aside.
“You literally said you were listening.”
“I am.”
Your face drops in an almost comical frown while you try to stay annoyed looking which is getting to be very challenging.
“…Anyway.”
You clear your throat.
“Sarah told him to stop bei-”
His fingers slide your tank strap down and his lips brush the space between your shoulder and your neck.
Warm, unhurried, giving the smallest sharp bite.
You stop.
Just for a second.
“…You’re cheating.”
“I’m listening.”
“You’re distracting me.”
“I don’t think so.”
You glare at him.
He’s looking at you now.
Like he really is listening.
“…Stop being weird but he played totally dumb like he didn’t get it-”
He nods.
“Played dumb.”
“And then-”
A kiss against your jaw.
“…Ryomen.”
“Hm?”
“You cannot keep doing that.”
“I’m listening to you baby.”
“Fine…But he still totally crept around my desk all day after when she would walk awa-”
You lose it when his mouth finds the corner of yours.
Not quite a kiss but just enough so that your words fall apart.
“…You’re…”
He waits.
“…You’re…”
Another almost kiss.
“…Mean.”
“I’ve been called worse.”
You groan.
“I can’t think.”
“I noticed.”
Then finally he kisses you properly.
Slow and warm but growing more as his other hand meets the other side of your waist both now holding you tight enough to leave red prints, his breath picking up faster by the second. He presses himself even further into you to the point it's almost dizzying grinding you into him ever so slightly.
Finally you put both palms against the center of his chest and push so he’s a little short of arms length from you.
“Stay over there.”
“Really?”
“No kissing.”
“…Mm.”
“I’m serious.”
“I know.”
He leans in anyway but you push lightly against his chest.
“Ryomen.”
He breathes out through his nose like he’s trying very hard to behave, closing his eyes, head slightly lowered as he does his best to compose himself.
You study him for a second.
From his messy pink hair.
Down the sharp line of his cheekbones.
To the tattoos disappearing beneath the sleeve of his shirt.
You wait until he opens one eye, his breath finally starting to settle.
“…You ruined my story.”
He exhales another quiet sigh.
“I did.”
“You don’t even know what Daniel did.”
“I don’t.”
“You interrupted.”
“I did.”
“You owe me.”
“I probably do.”
You smile despite yourself and let your hands soften against his chest.
Not pushing anymore.
Just resting there.
“You can come back now,” you mumble.
He doesn’t answer.
He just closes the last inch between you, rather this time coming down onto his knees slowly in front of you, hiking both knees up over either shoulder, one hand tracing the length of your calf while the other holds your ankle planting kisses from your heel up and onto the top of your foot.
“What’s up with you today?”
“Just missed you is all.”
He doesn't spare you a glance as he moves his kisses up your ankle to your calf planting some open mouthed ones to your thigh with the occasional nip that makes you thread into his hair with one hand fingers raking through the reminisce of his undercut.
“You missed me?”
“That so bad?”
“Mhm I guess not.”
His eyes flick up at you as one hand grabs the hem of your shorts while his other delivers a quick swat to your thigh before grabbing the other side of your shorts tugging slightly, you shift your hips up letting him pull the shorts all the way down, your legs briefly leaving his shoulders before he tosses the shorts to the side bringing your legs back down sliding your body forward so your cunt was directly in his face now.
You grip the counter white knuckled mentally praising yourself for skipping underwear today while he reverently places kisses from your entrance to your clit, each kiss pressing slightly harder than the last, his strong arms sliding to wrap around your thighs holding them down against his shoulders stopping any twitching or movement.
“Thought about this all day.”
He breathes out almost to himself placing an open mouthed kiss to your clit that makes you move one hand from the counter back to his hair shifting your hips to grind against his face. That has him groaning lowly now opting to suck on the bud in harsh pulses sucking a little harder when your breath shudders or you let a shaky moan out.
He keeps sucking in pulses, increasing slurping filling the kitchen starting to overtake the soft rock in the back, his one arm leaves your thigh and his fingers dance up and down your entrance gathering any slick and dripping spit, his pointer finger prodding in half way then back out in a way that has you shifting your hips for more.
“More, please-nghh-please do more.”
“Just lemme have this— I need you. Say it. Say I can baby.”
His voice is so gravely and uncharacteristically broken sounding that all you can do is nod profusely promising him he can have whatever he wanted, which apparently is all he needed to hear since he finally stuck his middle finger in hooking it slightly pumping in and out until impatience settled in and he pushed his index finger in so the combination of both fingers and the rhythmic sucking on your clit had you moaning his name like a hymn.
The kitchen continues to fill with obscene wet sounds only growing louder and louder your moans only slightly over taking them his groans a soft undertone. His mouth and fingers continue their assault your hips bucking shamelessly against his face
"Love this so much."
“Tastes so good.”
He all but moans into you, his voice vibrating against your swollen cunt, he goes on mumbling wet praises between mean sucks and meaner thrusts.
"Cum for me, wanna taste it all.”
“Fuck Ryo-mhmm-right there don’t stop, please-agh-don’t stop!”
“Not stopping till you cum on my face pretty girl, c’mon cum for me baby. Need it so bad.”
With a few more harsh thrusts your orgasm crashes into you, a white hot pleasure shooting down your spine. Your body bows forward, both hands coming to push his head deeper, a broken sob tearing from your throat, your thighs slamming shut around Sukuna’s head. He moans into you, keeping his pace, working you through the waves tasting every second of it.
Once he thinks your done he pulls his fingers out slowly bringing them blindly up to your mouth for you suck on while he places a few kisses to your swollen still twitching pulsing cunt only now locking eyes with you as he watches you suck yourself off his fingers releasing with a wet pop chest rising and falling still trying to catch your breath groaning at the sight in front of him he eases his arm back down relocking your thighs in place eyes pleading.
“Can you give me one more baby?”
“Please.”
im going thee FAWK to bed idk why this was so hard for me to write like i said tho be EASY this is my first smut i literally couldnt even proof read it😐🙏
magical girl sukuna
sukuna is an innocent baby and i love him he's my kamioshi i couldn't ever hate him he's my baby
Kidnapped by the king of curses
SukunaxOC
TW: Dark Themes
Chapter 2: Healing
Amelia’s POV:
After a few days of rest, I was told by the doctor I had to go back to work. My wounds were still open and any time I moved too much, they would bleed. I had been living on the pain medication the doctor had been injecting me with regularly. My mind was undecided on whether or not I had imagined Master Sukuna being the one to first take care of me. I never saw him after that. Instead, it was the doctor who had returned to the castle. Had it been him the whole time and I had imagined the king? It seemed unlikely that the doctor, being well into his 60s, would have been able to carry me all the way to the medical room from the courtyard. Especially with me being dead weight. Maybe someone carried me here, and then the doctor took over? I couldn’t make myself believe that. He was here. But why? And why was he being so kind and gentle to me? If it’s because of me saving Urame, why would he still have allowed me to be whipped? None of it made any sense.
New clothes were brought to me and I dreaded putting them on. Any move, and I could feel the fabric of my dress rubbing the raw, open skin of my back even through the bandages. Today was going to be rough. As quickly as I could manage, I made my way down to the ladies’ quarters. Upon pushing the door open, everyone stopped what they were doing. At least a hundred pairs of eyes found me instantly.
“Amy!” One of the children yelled as she ran to me.
“Be careful of her!” A friend I had made, Bethany, called to the child just before she reached me. “She’s still injured.”
Several of them made their way to me, carefully looking over me to asses the damage. They couldn’t get the full picture without undoing the bandages, but I was already starting to bleed through my clothes from moving.
“They can’t make you work like this.” The girl I had met my first day, Ruth, said.
“You know Lord Sukuna shows no mercy.” Iris chimed in. I wasn’t sure if I fully agreed with this statement, but I also knew better than to tell the others of what (I think at least) took place.
“It’s ok. They expect me to work so I will.” I assured them.
Luckily, I had kitchen duty today. Not that it was ideal, but it was one of the less physically demanding jobs. While I was chopping vegetables, Urame entered the kitchen. Our eyes met briefly and they made their way to me.
“With me please.” They led me out of the kitchen and into one of the massive hallways.
“I never got the chance to thank you. Master Sukuna says you were the one to save me.”
“Oh, it’s ok. I just knew what to do.” Urame’s eyes were intense, but also seemed genuine.
“How did you? Know what to do I mean?” Urame questioned.
My eyes fell to the floor. I wasn’t sure how to answer this question. If I was honest, would they beat me again? Execute me this time? Punish my father, who was the leader of our village?
“It’s ok.” Urame smiled. “I won’t tell. Not even Master. You just seem to know more than our apprentice doctor. I’m curious about you.”
“I-“ I wanted to believe that Urame would keep their word and not tell anyone, but truthfully, I couldn’t risk anyone in my village being punished for what I have done. “I found medical books in the house of a doctor who had passed away. I studied them for years. It was just luck that I knew what to do.” The lie came easily, but may not have been believed based on the look I received in response. Nevertheless, Urame didn’t push further.
Instead, they said, “Why are you back to work already? You have to be in pain.”
“I’m fine.” Another lie.
“Show me your back.” They insisted.
I knew better than to argue. Slowly, I turned revealing my blood stained back.
“Alright, let’s go.” They ushered you through the halls until you found yourself back at the doctor’s room. “Please, look at her back again. She’s still got open wounds. Explain to me how this qualifies her to be working.”
The doctor sputtered. “His majesty won’t allow anyone longer than three days off work. She was given the three. If I had kept her longer, it would have been my life.” He explained.
Urame nodded. “She is here under my protection. She saved my life. If Master Sukuna has issue with this, tell him to talk to me.”
“How long should I keep her then?” The doctor scoffed. “If I keep her until those wounds heal, she will be off duty for months.”
Urame pondered this. “Give me a few days. I’ll have work for her that won’t require her moving so much.”
The doctor sighed, but nodded. He made room on his table and laid me back down on my stomach. He undid the back of my dress, changed my bandages, and cleaned the wounds again.
“What is your name?” Urame asked kneeling by the table beside your head.
“Amelia.” I said shakily from the pain I felt from my wounds being doctored. “Amy. People call me Amy.”
“Amy.” Urame mimicked. “Thank you for everything you did for me. If you need anything, ask for me.”
I nodded as they left the room. This left me and the doctor alone. He was incredibly unpleasant. He kept sighing as if he would rather be doing anything other than taking care of me. Eventually, when he was finished, he began working on something else across the room. This; however, did not stop the sighing. Everything he was doing was incessantly loud. I attempted to shut him out, but it was constant.
“What are you doing over there?” I bit out no longer attempting to hold back my distaste for my current situation.
“Minding my own business. Try it.” He bit back.
I rolled my eyes at his reply, but dropped it after that. To the doctor’s credit, he quit his sighing and seemed to try to be more quiet. Finally, I was able to get some rest.
“That quack.” I heard from somewhere in the room as I stirred awake. “I never told him to send her back to work that fast.”
“Poor thing.” Another voice was heard. “How could you allow this, Master?”
The second voice belonged to Urame, which means the person they referred to as master would be the king.
“Ah, what was I going to do? She broke the law, damn fool.”
“That damn fool saved my life. You are grateful for that, aren’t you?” Urame questioned.
“She’s alive, isn’t she?” Lord Sukuna’s voice was rough.
“Yes, Your Highness. I’m sure she’ll be more grateful for that when she can walk without her back being torn open.” Urame’s sarcasm wasn’t lost on me. Apparently not on their master either.
“Urame. Know your place.” His voice was stern, but still gentler to Urame than others.
“Apologies, sir. I just feel as though I owe her dearly. I talked to the doctor. She was right, the apprentice would have killed me.”
“He has been dealt with.” The king of curses said.
“Are you angry that I allowed her more rest?” Urame asked.
“No. As you said, she is owed a debt. Let her rest.” Lord Sukuna’s command surprised me.
“Yes. Thank you, my Lord.”
I listened as King Sukuna’s footsteps went towards the door. Just as he was leaving, he stopped and turned back towards the room.
“Urame?” He called out.
“Yes, my Lord?” Urame answered.
“What is the girl’s name?”
I could almost hear the smile in Urame’s voice as they answered, “Amelia. Though she says she is called Amy.”
“Amy?” The king said, disgust dripping from his voice. “Ridiculous. Amelia is fine.”
Urame laughed as they followed Sukuna from the room. “I don’t think she would mind you calling her Amelia, your majesty. I think she would be surprised if you called her by anything at all.”
I remained under the doctor’s care for weeks. In that time, I learned that his name was John. John had been raised here in the castle. His father had been the physician here before him.
“How long have you known Lord Sukuna?” I asked him one day while he was tending to my back.
John sighed, as he did regularly, but he answered me. “All my life.”
This puzzled me. John clearly has tens of years on the king, so why would he phrase it that way?
“All his life you mean?” I asked.
Again came the all too familiar sigh. “No, Amy. All my life. Don’t you know why he’s called the King of Curses?”
Well, no. I didn’t. Mostly because I didn’t ever think about it.
“No.” I told him honestly. “Why is he called that?”
“Because he’s cursed.” He said as if he felt like it was obvious.
“Cursed how?” I turned my head slightly so I could see John as we talked.
“With immortality: A life with no death.” He explained.
“Who cursed him?” I asked tilting my head to look at him more clearly.
“Hold still.” John ridiculed me. “They say his father was having an affair with his mother’s sister. The sister wanted the king to leave his wife, King Sukuna’s mother, but he refused. Heartbroken, she cursed their child as her revenge. That part is a rumor, but the immortal thing is true.”
“How do you know?” I asked him. He had caught my interest.
“Well, Amelia, because he’s 30 now, and has been my whole life as well as my father’s.” John was crotchety and abrasive, but I’ve grown quite fond of him. Once he realized I was in fact, medically trained, and did know what I was doing, we began to teach each other things, and had even become friends. Though, I doubt he would say so.
“Cursed…are you messing with me, John?” My question was mostly a tease, but I wasn’t totally sure that is wasn’t the case.
“Amelia, I have much better things to do than to make up some bullshit stories about the very man that could walk in here and take my life at any given moment if he so chose to.”
This was true.
“That must be lonely.” I said out loud.
John laughed sarcastically. “Spend a little longer here and then tell me if you still feel sorry for the bastard.”
Urame kept their promise and did find me work to do while healing. I was brought mountains upon mountains of linens and clothing that needed to be repaired. Thankfully, due to my knowledge of stitching, I could sew-human skin at least, and if I could do that, I could sew fabric. The most challenging part of this new job was that I was only comfortable while on my stomach. Sewing while propped on my elbows proved quite tiring and difficult to manage.
“Here.” John scooted a chair closer to the table.
“I can’t sit on that. It’ll kill my back.” I told him.
“To be so smart, you’re really pretty stupid.” John said, gesturing to the chair again.
It took a moment, but I finally understood what he meant.
“Oh.” I said. He wanted me to sit with my front to the back of the chair. “Help me?”
Gently, John helped me off the table and onto the chair where I was able to continue my work with much fewer issues. He was rude, sometimes hostile, and definitely grumpy, but I had begun a friendship with him that seemed to grow the longer I stayed here. He made sure I was adjusted, then patted my shoulder and brushed my curls off of my back to keep them from sticking.
“I’m going out for a bit. My rounds are due in the villages.” John told me.
I nodded as I continued my stitch work. “How long do you plan do be gone?”
A sigh came to my ears, making me smile. “As long as it takes, Amy.” He said.
“Be careful.” I called out earning a groan in reply.
Sukuna’s POV:
It was mid afternoon when Urame burst into my chambers.
“Master, this is what I was telling you!” They called out.
I turned my head to look at what Urame was referring to. In their hand, was a linen sheet.
“What is that and why am I wasting my time with it?” I asked.
“Sir, look at the stitching.” They held out the sheet and I took it.
The stitches were straight, tight, and perfect.
“Urame, these are perfect stitches.” I said aloud.
“Yes, my Lord.” Their voice filled with hope.
“Why am I looking at them?” I pressed.
“Amelia did them.” They clarified.
“I thought she was still resting?” I inquired.
“Well she is, but I gave her work she could manage while recovering. That’s all beside the point, sir. Those are free hand stitches. This girl is medically trained. She’s good.” Urame boasted.
“John does fine work. Besides, just because the woman can sew doesn’t mean she is a doctor.” I handed the sheet back to Urame.
“Yes, he does. Fine work. But he wants to take on more work outside of the castle, and this may be the way he gets to. And, Master, we both know she has knowledge. How else would she have known exactly what to do to save me let alone execute it without hesitation?”
“Are you suggesting I allow my physician to roam free treating random peasants and in his place, this woman who calls herself ‘Amy’ is going to be my castle’s doctor because she can stitch linens?” I asked with sarcasm dripping from my voice.
“Perfectly.” Urame added. “She can stitch linens perfectly.”
“Get out!” I yelled as Urame was already exiting my chambers, obviously aware that I would tell them to do so after their latest statement.
‘What has gotten into them?’ I thought as I tried to clear the thoughts from my head.
“And Urame?” I called.
“Yes, Master?”
“Let’s not forget that Amelia broke the law. My law. Are you suggesting that because it was your life she saved, she should be allowed to disobey me?” I quirked my eyebrow as I watched this question land.
“No. Of course not, Master.” Urame’s head bowed to me.
“Maurice is coming home today. Bring him to me when he gets here, yes?” I asked dismissively.
“Yes, sir.”
Maurice, Urame, and John were the closest people to family I had. They were all loyal. I had known them most of their lives. Maurice had been gone on a mission for months investigating one of the leaders of a neighboring village. He was due back today, and I was relieved. Maurice was trusted by me, and that is why he was sent, but his undercover work was poor. He told me he could do it, but I had been unsure. Seeing him in one piece would give me peace of mind.
A knock sounded on my chamber’s door.
“What?” I yelled out.
The door creaked open revealing Clementine: one of my favorite concubines. She was beautiful. She had long auburn hair, blue eyes, long legs: she was perfection. She had been in love with me for years. I had told her repeatedly that nothing would come from our time together, but she kept trying.
“Care for company, my Lord?” She asked from the doorway.
“Mm.” I grunted and motioned for her to come in.
“What can I do for you?” Her eyes were seductive and wide as she lowered herself between my legs.
“Stop playing, Clem. You know what I want.” I laid my hand upon her head pushing down slightly.
She smiled at me and began undoing my robes.
“Sir!” Urame burst through the door.
Clementine shrieked, but Urame didn’t seem to notice what state they had caught us in.
“Do ya mind? I was just about to-“ I began, but Urame cut me off.
“It’s Maurice.”
I was up and out of the room in an instant, tying my robes back as we made our way down the halls and to the main entrance of the castle where the 4 men I had sent to accompany Maurice all stood holding him.
“What the hell happened?” I growled.
“We were leaving the village when somehow, they figured out who he was. The village leader’s son stabbed him. We barely got him out.” Dalton, an older soldier, around 40, told me quickly.
“Lay him down.” I demanded.
Quickly, they did as I said and laid Maurice in front of me on the floor.
“John is gone on rounds.” Urame told me as they felt Maurice’s neck for a pulse.
My blood went cold in my body. He was bleeding to death. Quickly, I ripped open his shirt to reveal a hole in his stomach. It looked bad. He was losing blood quickly, the wound hadn’t been cleaned, and my doctor wasn’t here.
“Someone get his wife.” Urame called out.
The image of Maurice’s wife seeing him die flashed through my head. He had kids. They were so young. His wife was pregnant with their third.
“No!” My own voice surprised me. “Get ‘her’”.
The men surrounding me looked confused.
“Get…who, your majesty?” Urame asked.
“Get Amelia.”
⋆˚࿔. sukuna rubbing his cock on your face MDNI
gulps first time in a while writing smut, please don’t hate…
“You’re doing so well. Fuck, keep your tongue out juuust like that.” Sukuna purred, looking down at you. You were planted on your knees, both hands placed innocently in your lap, gaze locked onto crimson eyes.
For the past hour, he had been teaching you how to give a good blowjob. You were totally fucked out, completely forgotten how you ended up in this situation—especially with a man who had a reputation for having girls running out of the room, bursting into tears.
But you didn’t care about that, and besides, you were getting the hang of it. At first, you didn’t even know what to do with your hands or mouth when his dick was right in front of your face. You wouldn’t admit it, but it scared you. Not because of anything bad, but because of how big it was.
It was as big as your face; it was at least eight inches or more, and you’ve never seen a cock this big- well, at least face to face. You may or may not have watched a bunch of videos of guys jerking off on Twitter, but seeing it in real life. You couldn’t deny that it made you nervous.
Sukuna bit his lip while a tattooed hand gripped your hair tightly; the other hand held the base of his cock, slapping the tip against your flattened tongue. His abs flexed at the sight. Your pupils were blown with lust, and drool was dripping down the side of your chin. You looked like a slut.
What made Sukuna even more turned on by this whole situation was that you were the shy, nerdy girl in his class, and when you first asked him to teach you how to give a blowjob, for the first time in his life, he was stunned.
No one would've thought you would ask something along those lines. But you wanted to learn, plus you also wanted to try it out for the first time. But with the way Sukuna was groaning your name like he was getting the best dick sucking of his life. It seems you may not need this teaching.
"Let's see how pretty you look with my cock on your face. Hm?" You nodded rapidly as your tongue slid back into your mouth. Sukuna smirked, watching as you closed your eyes when he dragged his cock around your face.
“Enjoying this?” You murmured, peeking one eye open to stare up at the pink-haired man. He shrugged, moving his length to the side of your nose.
“I don’t know, am I?” He teased, flashing pearly white teeth. The same grin you always saw when he was being egotistical—you tried your hardest not to roll your eyes.
“Seems like it…”
Sukuna doesn’t respond. Instead, He placed his hand flat around his cock while the other hand that was gripping your hair moved slowly down to your neck, holding onto it tightly. Not enough to cut your airway, but enough where you felt the rough pressure in his grip.
“Shh and be a good girl.” He began to thrust into his hand. It was slow in the beginning, his gaze heavily locked on you. As if he was admiring the way his cock looked, rubbing against your skin.
Sukuna couldn’t deny that this was the kinkiest shit he’s ever done with a girl. All the other times he had fucked someone, it was either too vanilla or the girls wouldn’t be into the stuff he was into. They’d either decline or think he was weird.
But now that he’s thinking about it, he may have found the one for him. Who knew the nerdy girl could be as kinky as he is?
You were completely cock drunk again—mind hazy, your thoughts tangled until they barely made sense anymore. Eyes fluttering shut, your mouth gapped open as you withdrew your tongue, slurping and licking the side of Sukuna's length that was right in front of your mouth.
His massive hand roamed all across your face as he continued to thrust faster against your face. His Eyebrows furrowed—lifting up- while his plump lips parted slightly.
You hollowed your cheeks, and the feeling alone could’ve made Sukuna cum in an instant. You whined against his cock, moving a hand up the front of his leg; the tip of your nails dug into his skin, making him hiss.
It was so messy. Spit all over your face, your hair sticking against the side of your cheek. The sound of him groaning, you slurping all over his dick and your muffled whimpers filled the room. It looked and sounded like something straight out of a porn film, or the kind of scene you’d only expect in a feverish dream.
“Who knew you were such a slut for cock.” He murmured, his voice raspy and filled with lust. You opened your eyes at his degradation. Peering through your lashes, your eyes caught onto his. You didn’t feel any sense of shame. If anything, you felt more turned on.
Without thinking, you moved your hand between your thighs, pushing your panties to the side, not long before you begin to rub slow circles around your clit, the sensation immediately made you whimper against him.
“Fuck, you're so hot,” Sukuna rasped, quickly moving his length from your face—which makes you whine in protest. Holy shit, you were cock drunk for him.
“Hey! Wha… What are you doing?” You questioned, as an eyebrow raised, flopping down both hands on your lap.
He chuckled at your neediness, pumping himself right in your face. Pre-cum spilled out from his pink tip, and you couldn’t help but want to clean up all the salty-sweet slick.
“You look pretty with my cock on your face.” His teeth sank into his swollen bottom lip. “Now I want to see how good you look with my cum on it.”
BUNNY
pairing- fratkuna! x reader
By definition Ryōmen Sukuna was a man whore. Drawn to the warm fleeting comfort of women, but never letting them stay, break down his walls.
cw- p in v, fingering, oral fem + male rec, creampies, cheating(?), degratoin, praise, sukuna hoeing around, yn lowk a shitty freind, makin him wait, big dick kuna, making it fit, spit, mentioned baby trapping, porn wit to much plot, denial, edging, (most warnings come into play next chapter)
Well, until he met somebody who didnt offer him that one comfort, but so many others
wc- 5375
A rigid frown yanked on Sukuna’s face. “You fucking cheated on me!” The small girl in front of him screeched, pulling the attention of the people lingering in the crowded hall.
The worst part about this whole ordeal is that he literally didn't. To be cheating on somebody you have to be fucking dating them, and he had made it more than clear, the two of them were not a thing.
“We aren't dating.” He hissed under his breath. “Why would I owe you my loyalty?”
im writing a fratkuna fic and im 6000 words in should i make it two parts or just the one, cuz im nowhere near done??
