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.”
꒰ summary ꒱; you play the chapstick challenge with your boyfriend, sukuna .ᐟ (basically just ends up in you ragebaiting him) (if you're unsure of what it is, search it on tiktok ^.^)
꒰ content ꒱; crack, lots n lots of kissing, sukuna has a strong hatred for flavoured lip balm..
you and sukuna had been hanging out in his car, ranting about whatever came to mind.
eventually, to break some awkward silence, you brought up an idea.
"kuna, let's play the chapstick challenge!"
"the what challenge?"
you pulled a multi-pack of flavoured lip smackers out of god knows where before he could refuse or question further, propping your phone on the dashboard to record.
he scrutinized the colourful packet, eyeing it like it grew a mouth and cussed at him.
"okay, we're gonna take turns putting some on and either one of us will guess what flavour it is."
"this game sounds like it sucks."
you saw the face he was making through the phone screen, a chuckle slipping past your lips, his expression akin to a disgusted cat.
"so i'll put a random one on, then you're gonna kiss me." his face lit up and he turned instantly upon hearing kissing was involved, ready to let you start.
"kuna, you've still gotta see what flavours there are," you reminded, giggling at his eagerness.
"don't need to."
the moment you asked him to turn back around, he leaned over the center console, kissing you far longer than necessary.
you pushed sukuna back slightly, earning a soft grunt from him.
"you've still gotta guess, silly."
you watched excitedly, the suspense growing, ready to hear his guess.
only for you to realize he had an expression of pure obliviousness on.
you knew that face.
you sighed, hoping he didn't completely fail at his one and only task. "you didn't even remember to guess, did you?"
"...no."
you huffed, forcing him to turn around again to reapply it.
"okay, now guess."
his lips found yours easily again, making sure to bite down on your bottom lip, savouring the taste. (of you, not the chapstick)
"cherry."
"it's actually cherry soda."
"that's literally the same thing."
"nope," you insisted, stifling a laugh at how riled up he looked already.
"my turn," you declared, turning around, covering your eyes.
he applied the product, grimacing at the strong artificial scent.
"turn around," he ordered.
you initiated the kiss this time, pulling away far too fast for sukuna's liking.
"hmm.. strawberry twist?"
"how'd you-"
"yay! okay, your turn."
he grumbled at your enthusiasm, complying either way.
when he kissed you a second time, he was determined to get it correct this time around.
"blue raspberry."
"wrong, it's blue raspberry sour tangy explosion," you corrected with a completely straight face.
"that cannot be true."
he took the little cylinder balm from you, narrowing his eyes as he read the label and realized you weren't kidding.
"how the hell was i meant to guess that?"
"should've read the labels," you pointed out, snickering.
"whatever."
after a couple more makeout sessions and multiple failed attempts from sukuna, he'd given up.
"this game is fuckin' rigged."
"you're just bad at it."
it was taking everything in you to hold back another giggle. "okay, juustt one more-"
he cut you off, kissing you silent before you could continue speaking.
"no more," he urged, pressing you further against the door panel with ease, his large hands encircling your waist.
he smashed his lips against yours once hastily, this time with a different sort of need. his tongue forced its way into your mouth, sloppily tangling with yours.
he paused for a moment, his breathing ragged.
he entwined his fingers in yours to grab the chapstick out of your hand, dropping it in the glove compartment.
"besides, you taste sweeter without it, yeah?"
well, you knew without a doubt the camera would capture whatever happens next !
synopsis: after plenty of failed attempts at finding a husband, you find yourself attending an event hosted at Lord Sukuna's, the most feared man alive
content: MDNI, mature themes, explicit language, gore, blood, brief animal skinning, mentions of death (mass murder, hunting animals, regular murder), orphans (reader + siblings), marriage of convenience, reader is a sorcerer, true form sukuna, attempt at mild historical accuracy, reader is mid 20s, sukuna is early 30s
wc: 2.9k
a/n: i intend to write all the parts as standalones, but they can all be read together and will be posted chronologically :)
marriage of convenience masterlist
“Lord Sukuna,” Uraume’s gentle voice sounds from beside him, constantly sneaking up on anyone who wasn’t already expecting them.
“Speak,” Sukuna waved a hand, not turning away from the deer he was currently skinning in spite of the servants' protests that he shouldn’t deign to do something like this himself.
“The maidens will be arriving at sundown, do you wish to be tended to in your chambers?” This earned them a quick glance, those four crimson eyes narrowing at the sight of the young person kneeling beside him.
“Do you believe I am not capable of such things myself?” Sukuna grumbled, turning back to the deer and cutting a particularly rough path down the stomach.
“I apologize my lord, I am only the messenger,” Uraume watched Sukuna’s shoulders tense before relaxing a fraction, his control on his temper only reserved for the young sorcerer.
“And this request, when am I to be tended to?” Sukuna huffed, the work of the deer would have to be passed on to someone else if he was not quick enough.
“At your leisure, my lord,” Uraume offered.
“Be forthcoming and tell me your stance,” Sukuna waved one of his free hands.
“As soon as possible, I believe they expect you to pick a bride tonight,” Uraume’s calm and steady voice was the only thing keeping Sukuna from driving his knife into the deer carcass.
“Insolent fools,” he muttered, his pace quickening as he continued working through the animal hide. While no one was so bold as to tell Sukuna what he must do, it was implied in the way of intentional looks and carefully chosen words.
Wed and bear heirs.
As if such a thing existed for a being like him, he was no longer a man as any of the others who walked around the hallways were. He was never one to begin with, truthfully. He only gained his title due to the heinous massacre he induced, taking such a title as Lord from the bloody death of others. He only walked around in this large estate due to fear others carried for him. It was all he ever knew, all he ever would know.
“Such is your duty, my Lord,” Uraume never failed to truly tell Sukuna what they believed, after they were given permission of course. “Though I know how much the thought of another being around here ails you, is it not time?”
“Time for what,” Sukuna was on the verge of snarling, his anger at the clan being aimed at Uraume.
“To allow yourself a taste of normalcy,” they offered, so earnestly Sukuna felt the biting remark fade off his tongue, a long winded sigh replacing it.
“Such a luxury is not mine to have,” Sukuna’s voice was a quiet conviction. The thought of taking what he desired was never foreign, he would do anything to satiate any worldly desire such as power, land, wealth, food.
But a woman, that was never something he desired. It was not even an unreachable fantasy, hidden in the depths of his mind. He was content in solitude, so the notion he was expected to be wed was rather grating.
“Any luxury is yours, Lord Sukuna, so long as you take it,” Uraume merely answered, as if Sukuna was being entirely unreasonable.
“You tire me Uraume,” Sukuna’s voice held no bite, only resignation. “Tell the servants to be in my chambers, I shall be seen to.”
“As you wish, my Lord,” Uraume’s answer was immediate, carrying a tone Sukuna found his head turning at. A small, barely discernable, pleased smile danced around their lips.
“Do not do such things in my presence,” Sukuna grumbled. “And order someone to tend to this deer, I shall expect it in pristine condition and in the ice house.”
“Of course,” Uraume stood swiftly, their white hair shifting with the movement of their deep bow.
Sukuna waved them off, standing to his full towering height as he released the pressure in his neck. He grabbed the dirty cloth he had brought with him, wiping the animal gore from his hands before heading to his chambers.
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The spring air was cooling as the sun began its descent behind the mountains, the temperature not yet unbearable, though summer was quickly approaching. The sky began the familiar changes of turning a deep orange color as you ascended the walkway to the massive estate. The lanterns hanging from posts already glowing, the light from them dancing with the slight breeze in the air.
Your kimono was styled as neatly as you could manage, ensuring you had carefully washed and dried it the day prior. It was a dated style, one of your mothers best that you did everything to ensure survived throughout the years. Not only for the memory of her, but for instances such as the one you were in now.
Another event, another lord, another marriage prospect.
It was not lost on you that you were the only one walking to this event hosted at Lord Sukuna’s. All the other women were of noble status, their means of transportation far more superior to yours. As were their kimonos, you couldn’t help but notice at every turn during these events. But with what little luck you had, you were born a sorcerer, in a land where such a thing was coveted. Not that you had any knowledge of your abilities, nor the time to foster them, but it afforded you an automatic invitation to these events.
Of course, being a sorcerer was not a matter any woman of noble status cared about. Most lords did not care either. So you knew you were the source of the mocking snickers, and the quiet conversations taking place behind your back were nothing short of aggravating. But you still held your head high, attending every event you could and putting on a show like the other women in attendance.
If only things such as wealth and power did not suit these noble men, perhaps you would have a genuine opportunity to preserve and better the life of your siblings. Giving them more than you could have ever dreamed for, and if it meant marrying a man you did not care for, then so be it. It was a small sacrifice many women paid, regardless of their current social status.
You were greeted at the door, before being ushered into a large room, the many women in attendance taking note of you before turning their noses up and beginning their bird-like chatter.
“Here she goes, embarrassing herself again.”
“As if he would deign to lay eyes on her.”
“Look at her kimono, it’s surely bound to fall apart soon.”
You settled onto a small seat near the back, keeping your mouth shut and your eyes observing as you waited for the next direction to be given.
Usually each Lord would have their own specific set of preferences for how these events were hosted. Some required skill performances, like playing an instrument, showcasing artistry, even something as simple as a performance of manners, whatever the lord desired to see in a wife was the showcase. Some required each woman be presented to him individually, addressing any concerns privately and allowing the women to choose their talent to showcase.
What you did not expect was for a small child with a shock of white hair to enter, having each woman line up next to each other and stand in the center of the room.
“Lord Sukuna will grace you with his presence shortly,” was all the child offered before exiting the room.
You were at the opposite end from the entrance, the last one to be glanced upon in this odd speculation event. Your hope was slowly dwindling away, there were women far more suited to be the lady of this estate lined up ahead of you. Their dazzling outfits, perfectly styled hair, and some even wore jewelry, blatantly showcasing their wealth.
You held your head high anyway, standing stoically as you awaited your fate for the evening.
It was torture as the wait carried on, there was very little known about Lord Sukuna. So your mind naturally drifted through every small piece of information you did know.
He was strong, physically and as a sorcerer, how could he not be with four arms? He was quite gifted in hand to hand combat along with his cursed technique, making him feared by any who set their sights upon him. He was a murderer, though such things were looked past in favor of his wealth and newly gained status. As long as he did not murder your siblings, you figured it was alright. Even if he murdered you, it would be acceptable so long as he let your siblings continue to live out their lives.
When the door to the room banged out, most women in attendance stiffed, you yourself had a jolt of fear shoot through your body at the sudden forceful sound.
You kept your eyes forward as he began walking down the line, women bowing and staying low as he glanced upon them. Your mind was begging you to glance upon the predator who just entered the room, begging you to arm yourself at the impending doom swirling inside these walls.
When Lord Sukuna’s massive frame appeared in front of you, you bowed low before standing tall again, raising your eyes straight ahead. Which gave you a clear view of the woman’s kimono he was currently donning, a small spark of amusement coursed through you at the thought of this brute of a man finding more comfort in wearing a woman’s kimono.
“What is your name, sorcerer,” his voice was deep, he spoke as if he had authority over every atom in this room and they best not defy him.
It was no surprise he could sense your abilities, so you offered your name, letting the syllables roll off your tongue as you kept your eyes on his chest.
“If you are not the sorcerer in front of me, leave the estate immediately,” it was not a command given with much force, nor his words embellished with a raising of his voice, but it had every person in attendance immediately in action. The sounds of swishing fabric and the quick movement of feet filled the room.
He stayed in front of you, and you kept your breathing even as you prepared for the worst. Perhaps it was an insult to him to even be here tonight, he was not known to be a kind man, in fact everyone knew how volatile he was.
He did not speak again until the door finally signaled your sole presence, “Why are you here?”
“To be considered as a marriage prospect, the same as anyone else, my lord,” perhaps it was not in your best interest to be mildly sardonic towards the man known as the King of Curses, but you could not help it with his mindless question.
“If you wish to be insolent you will at least look me in the eyes as you do so,” he crossed one pair of his arms, his stance becoming that much more rigid, though he did not move away from you.
“Apologies my lord,” you let your gaze travel upwards, slowly meeting the crimson gaze that many men had faced before their deaths. A gaze known to crumble the resolve of any who looked upon it, “I was merely unsure if you knew what this evening was for.”
A hint of something danced across his face, but it was gone before you could decipher whether it was amusement or intent to murder.
“You are not afraid?” He asked, his eyes drinking in your every expression.
“Of you?” You raised a singular brow, “No, my lord, I am not.”
And you found you truly meant that, you did not think he would kill you. In fact, he seemed like the type of man who wanted to find justification before mindlessly killing someone, whether the reason be minor or not. Though he also seemed like the kind of man who did not care if someone was innocently caught in the crossfire when he did decide to kill. Quite a fine line you were toeing by speaking to him the way you were.
“And do enlighten me as to why that is?” He was looking down his nose at you, clearly wishing to spur your sharp tongue on, but you held your anger at a simmer before you answered.
“You are merely a man,” you held his eyes, narrowing yours as you saw a resolve settle over his features.
“Is that so?” One of his arms hidden beneath the kimono reached out from under the pair that was still crossed. You felt his fingers lightly dust your jaw, as you remained still, knowing this was some sort of test for him.
“It is so,” you answered firmly, the feeling of his fingers working their way back caused a shiver to snake its way down your spine.
You were not as pure of heart, body, and soul as you should have been, to be standing in front of lords hoping for the proposal of marriage. But his touch was different, it was exploratory in a way that made you feel more seen than you ever had before.
“Then you shall not object, should I offer a proposal of marriage?” He stepped closer, his fingers in an unexpectedly gentle manner guided your face upwards to remain in eye contact.
“I shall do you one better, my lord,” you held that crimson gaze deeply. “I shall accept, should you deign me worthy.”
“You have already proven your worth, my betrothed,” his eyes held a weight to them you could not decipher, but his words were as good as law in your eyes.
He was not the type of man who would lavishly propose in a fit of romance, no, but he was certainly the type of man to claim you as his and be done with it. Who would object him anyway? Not you, that much was sure.
You broke the connection building between the two of you by stepping back and bowing deeply, “Then I shall carry the honor of being so, my lord.”
“Rise, have Uraume arrange for your possessions to be brought to the estate,” his voice was laced with annoyance and for the first time tonight, you feared the result of what you would have to say next.
“I cannot until I am fully honest with you, my lord,” your voice quivered ever so slightly, noticeable in the quiet room.
“Go on,” you could hear the frustration building in his tone.
You dropped to your knees before pressing your forehead into the floor, speaking softly, “I am the caretaker of my siblings, I must beg of you to have mercy for their situation, my lord.”
“You are implying I cannot have you, without them,” there was no question, but you answered anyway.
“No, my lord, I beg of you to-” the words dying on your lips as you realized you were in no position to ever request your siblings be brought with you, especially not from this particular lord.
“To bring them to the estate and live in this household?” He asked, his voice devoid of any emotion as you continued to grovel on the floor.
“Yes, my lord,” you answered quietly, your confidence long gone.
“Or what, you shall not marry me?” He mused.
“I cannot marry and forgo the future of my siblings,” your confession was quiet in nature, but loud in the space between the two of you.
Such a thing was unheard of, a lady in search of marriage requesting something of the lord in return. But it was unavoidable to you, you would rather live your life by suffering to provide for your siblings, than abandon them in favor of an easier route, void of them. If Lord Sukuna would not take them in along with you, you could not accept his proposal.
“Then you shall not,” his answer was firm, wariness rushing through you as you waited for him to continue. “Uraume will see that they are brought along with the rest of your possessions.”
His words resounded through your body as a wave of relief rushed through you, “I thank you for your mercy and generosity, my lord.”
“Stand and do so as you look upon me, if you truly mean what you say,” another challenge, another test from him that you found yourself unafraid to complete.
You rose to your feet, your eyes clearly damp as you looked at him once more, those four eyes narrowing on you, “My gratitude is boundless for you, my lord. Your mercy will not be forgotten as I live the rest of my days.”
The sight of a single tear of relief falling down your cheek had him lifting his hand out again, swiping the tear away as if it personally offended him.
“I do not know what this is,” he gazed at his thumb, at the newly acquired dampness on it as his features scrunched up.
“I apologize if I have made you uncomfortable, my lord,” you murmured, your eyes drifting down as embarrassment washed over you.
“Uraume will be by shortly to show you to your rooms,” was all he offered you before heading towards the doors and shutting you into your new life.
sukuna’s voice was low. he was leaning back against his bike, legs spread, his arms resting lazily on the handlebars. his crimson eyes locked on you, daring you to get closer.
“you can’t wait till we’re at home?” you murmured, your voice tight with nerves.
sukuna’s smirk widened as he got off the bike and leaned forward, eyes dark with amusement.
“don’t make me repeat myself.”
you glanced toward the street, your nerves twisting into knots.
“this is a bad idea,” you muttered, though your feet betrayed you, carrying you closer to him anyway.
“bad ideas are the best kind. don’t act like you don’t want it,” he shot back, his smirk widening.
he reached out, tugging you forward by the waistband of your skirt until you were between his open legs, standing just in front of the bike’s seat.
“and don’t play innocent now. you started it. wearin’ that skirt, grindin’ on me like a goddamn slut all night—you know how much strength i had to hold back, not bendin’ you over that fuckin’ table back there?”
you swallowed hard, heat pooling low in your stomach. it wasn’t like he was wrong. you wanted it—wanted him. the way he looked at you—with that feral, hungry gaze—made it impossible to think straight.
“sukuna,” you started, your voice quieter now.“someone’s gonna see us.”
“and?” he raised an eyebrow, his hands sliding down to grip your hips. his fingers dug in possessively, rough as they pressed into your skin. “let ‘em. not like they’ll fuckin’ do anything about it.”
you opened your mouth to argue, but the words died on your lips when he kissed you. you clutched at his shoulders for balance as his hands slid under your shirt, fingers rough on your bare skin.
it wasn’t soft or sweet—it was demanding, all heat and teeth as his tongue slid past your lips.
“get on the bike,” he said, his voice low, almost a growl.
you hesitated, your gaze darting toward the street. the thin row of bushes separating you from the road wasn’t exactly reassuring. cars passed by every now and then, headlights slicing through the dark, and the thought of someone stopping, looking—
“sukuna—”
“now,” he said, cutting you off.
he gripped your hips and guided you backward. you let him lift you up, settling sideways across his lap. one of your legs slid over the seat, straddling it loosely, while the other rested on the outside, your back pressed to his chest.
“this is insane,” you whispered, your voice shaky, feeling the cool leather of the seat against your thighs, the soft hum of the idling engine vibrating beneath you.
he laughed, the sound rough, teasing.
“yeah? it is, isn’t it?”
his hands slid up your legs, pushing your skirt higher until it was bunched around your hips.
“c’mon, stop overthinking it. focus on me.”
you couldn’t stop the small gasp that escaped when his fingers brushed against the edge of your panties.
“you’re such a bastard,” you muttered, as you braced yourself against the handlebars.
“your bastard,” he shot back, and the smugness in his voice would’ve been infuriating if you weren’t already melting under his touch.
his fingers dipped under the fabric, sliding through the slick heat of your arousal.
he groaned low in his throat, the sound sending a shiver down your spine.
“fuck, you’re already soaked. all this for me?”
you bit your lip, trying to suppress a whimper as he slipped a finger inside you.
“yes,” you breathed, barely audible.
“that’s what i thought.” he added another finger, the stretch pulling a soft moan from your lips. “look at you. so needy. bet you like the thought of someone catching us, don’t you?”
“n-no,” you said quickly, but your voice wavered, betraying you.
“no?” he laughed, curling his fingers in a way that made your hips jerk against his hand. “feels like a yes to me.”
you whimpered, your hands gripping the handlebars for balance as he worked you open.
“sukuna…”
“tell me how it feels,” he said, his lips brushing against your ear. “tell me, baby, c’mon.”
you shivered, trying to hold back the words that spilled out anyway.
“it’s—fuck—it’s so good,” you stammered, your hips rolling against his hand. “you know i—i can’t think straight when you—oh! shit—god—when you do that!”
his grin widened, sharp and predatory, as he pressed his thumb to your clit, circling it slowly, teasing.
“good,” he murmured, his fingers curling to drag another broken moan from you. “you don’t need to think about anything. just feel me, baby. all of me.”
“kuna, it feels so good, so fucking g-good!” you gasped, your voice trembling.
“that’s right,” he said, his voice thick with satisfaction. “only i get to make you feel like this. you know that, don’t you?”
“yes,” you breathed, your head falling back as the pleasure built, overwhelming and all consuming.
“want more, kuna, please.”
“more, eh? well, my greedy girl always gets what she fuckin’ wants, doesn’t she?”
he pulled his hand away, chuckling at the needy sound you made in protest.
he unzipped his jeans, freeing his cock, and your breath caught at the sight of him—thick and hard, already leaking at the tip.
without warning, he guided you down onto him, one hand under your thigh as he adjusted your angle. you sank onto him slowly, the stretch stealing the air from your lungs as he filled you completely.
“fuck,” he groaned, his head falling forward to rest against your shoulder. “you feel so good, baby. so f-fucking tight around me.”
“k-kuna…” you whimpered, overwhelmed, clinging even more to the bike’s handles as your body trembled. “someone’s gonna hear us.”
“let ‘em,” he growled, pulling back, then thrust up into you hard, making the bike creak faintly beneath your bodies. “let everyone know who you fuckin’ belong to.”
his pace was relentless, rough and deep. the bike rocked faintly, the quiet purr of the engine vibrating through your legs, adding to the intensity.
his hand returned to your clit, circling fast and firm in time with every thrust.
“you’re gonna cum for me, baby,” he coaxed, his voice softening just enough to make your heart flutter.
“right here, out in the open. i wanna feel it. don’t hold back. wanna feel you cum on my fuckin’ cock.”
with a broken cry, you shattered, your body trembling as waves of pleasure crashed over you.
sukuna didn’t stop, fucking you through it, chasing his own release.
“fuckk,” he groaned, spilling into you with a guttural moan. his grip tightening around your hips. “this fucking pussy’s gonna be the death of me.”
for a moment, the world was still, the only sounds your ragged breaths and the faint hum of the occasional passing cars.
sukuna pressed a lazy kiss to your temple, his smirk returning as he pulled back to look at you.
“told you no one would notice,” he said, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction.
“you’re the worst,” you muttered, still trying to catch your breath.
“yeah, but you love me,” he shot back, grinning as he zipped up his jeans. “now let’s go home. i’m not finished with you yet.”
