thinking of sukuna who lets you “take control” for once, he just can’t deny his sweet girl anything.
he talked you through how to tie the knots holding his wrists above his head by the headboard, voice teasingly soft and reassuring as he did so, “that’s it sweetheart, good job.”
he’d never admit it, but just being at your mercy, even in pretend, has him sensitive and shivering on the inside. you trail your fingers down his chest and torso and his hips buck as he swallows, trying to contain himself.
when you finally slide him in and ride him, he holds back for you, letting you have your fun, eyes rolling back, lip caught between his teeth as he groans at the pleasure—“fuck-“
your hands are splayed across his chest as you bounce on him enthusiastically, a drunk smile on your face as you watch him fall apart beneath you. “that feel good baby?”
he simply moans in response, arms flexing as he tries his best not to rip himself out of the restraints, which he very easily could.
knowing that he can easily overpower you but chooses to submit, that makes you both cum harder than you ever have before.
Requesting Sukuna getting off from being stepped on by mean!gn!reader 🥺
King of Curses? ha! | sub!sukuna ryomen
wc: 1.1k+ words | masterlist
dom!gn!reader, mean!reader, dick & ball stepping, degradation, hair pulling, mention of slapping, porn with no plot, footjob(?), ooc sukuna
note : this was going to be a drabble but i loved this idea sm
If you were told that you would have the King of Curses on his knees in front of you as you step on his dick, you would've laughed and think it was crazy. If anything, you would think that whoever told you was out of their mind. But when the very exact scenario is unfolding right this moment, you can't help but be glad it's happening.
You sneer at the man kneeling underneath you. Pushing your shoe harder against the bulge in his underwear, you watch as sukuna groans, his hands going to grab your leg but you swat them away.
"Don't touch me you fucking whore. I can't believe you're actually enjoying me stepping on you. Its fucking pathetic, really."
A small moan leaves him at your degrade and as you press your heels against where his balls are, sukuna's eyes roll to the back of his head and he lets out a groan. You grimace when you see pre cum seep through the fabric and onto your shoe. Great, now your shoe is ruined.
"Dont you dare cum without permission, sukuna." His breaths are labored as he stares up at you with hazy eyes and a red face. His clenched fists lay on his thighs, knowing that if he disobeyed your rules, you'll leave him right then and there for him to jack off by himself.
His bratty and cocky demeanor is long gone after only just some degradation and face slapping. A red hand print lays still visible on his cheek, the stinging reminding Sukuna of just exactly will happen if he's bratty. Now he's reduced to nothing short of a stupid dog, eager for any sort of pleasure.
With only his underwear left on him, Sukuna feels exposed to you, especially when you're fully clothed. The way there's already a wet stain on his underwear only adds to the shame he feels. Even if he tried to hide it, the bulge he has is painfully obvious to you. There's a cold breeze in the air and sukuna tries to hold back a shiver.
Mere moments before, all that was running through his head is how about how he, the God of Curses for fucks sake, was kneeling down to you, a mere human. You looking down on him is demeaning enough towards his pride and ego. Though he's not sure how he got into this position in the first place or how you even found him, it seems like the pleasure got to him and he feels too good to even care. After all, its been a while since someone has treated him like this and given him pleasure. The foreign feeling has his usual demeanor slipping away.
"And people think that the God of Curses would be the one in control in situations like these." You laugh, making sukuna flush an even deeper red. "Yet look at you here, kneeling in front of me, dick already hard and leaking as just from me stepping on you. You're enjoying this way more than I thought too. What a dirty mutt you are." You coo, grinning at him as he swallows at the dark look in your eyes.
"How about you thank me, hm? Since i'm being so nice to you for helping you get off." You raise a eyebrow at him, daring him to even question your order.
Instead, he stays silent and slowly leans against your thigh, rubbing his cheek against it. It seems like sukuna is too out of it to have heard what you said, only letting out a small whine at the close contact and the warmth of your body.
You quickly make him snap out of it by grabbing a fistful of his hair and forcefully yanking it back, pulling sukuna off your thigh and to stand on his knees. His face scrunches up in pain as his eyes shut, a pained whimper leaving him. His dick subconsciously twitches at the stinging, prickling sensation that's left on his scalp from your pull.
"Did you not hear me properly? I'll say it one more time for you, sukuna." You grind your shoe down on his dick and lean down until your face is right in front of his. Sukuna lets out breathy huffs. You narrow your eyes at him as he slowly opens his own, blinking slowly up at you with glassy eyes.
Fuck, the way you're glaring at him so intensely like that and how you're just so mean to him makes his orgasm approach faster than he thought. He would've never thought that he would be into this but the way his dick throbs every time you do something would prove him wrong if he said he didn't.
"Say 'thank you [name] for stepping on my dick.' You better say it like you mean it too or i'm leaving you here to fuck your own fist."
Sukuna quickly widens his eyes. No! You can't do that. You won't leave him to pathetically masturbate by himself, right? Though when he gazes into your eyes, he finds no sign that you're joking. Instead, you only narrow your eyes at him, your patience quickly thinning.
His pride and ego is on the line, of course he's not going to thank you for stepping on his dick! He never asked for this anyways. Thats what the thoughts in the back of his head is telling him to say but when he opens his mouth, the total opposite leaves instead.
"t-thank you [name for stepping on my dick." Sukuna swallows when you stay silent, deciding whether or not it was good enough.
Suddenly a grin appears on your face and he gets shoved onto the ground, making his hard dick slide out of his underwear and out for you to see. Your foot immediately goes back to step on his dick, making Sukuna let out a embarrassing loud moan, his back slightly arching off the ground.
Before you could degrade him again, you're surprised when cum suddenly shoots out of his dick and onto his chest. Some even makes it on his face, making the entire sight even more erotic. Sukuna lets out a whimper-like cry at the sudden feeling of his long awaited orgasm. But he soon realizes what he's done.
It seems like even he's surprised as he widens his eyes at you, not having expected to cum that quick. Disbelief is shown on your face and you furrow your eyebrows. Whether or not it was a accident, he came without your permission. And the thought of it makes him shiver at what you're going to do to him.
"are you really that pathetic that you came that quickly from me just stepping on you? and i thought you were supposed to be strong. turns out you're just a dirty whore that likes to be stepped on."
You lean forward, putting your weight onto your foot and effectively making him let out a choked groan at the overstimulation. The rough texture of the bottom of your shoe grinding against his dick quickly has it hardening embarrassingly quick. The look of disgust is on your face but a glimmer of something entirely else too, maybe its lust.
“i hope your ready, baby.” Your foot trails down his dick and press on his balls as you grin at him. “cause i've barely even started.”
A/N: Strays from canon, no real smut just dumb takes. This is like a prequel to the fic that I’m supposed to be writing, kinda stuck so I’ve been working on other things too. Might post stuff out of order.
Sub!Sukuna who was praised and worshipped for being a strong Jujutsu sorcerer and maybe liked the attention a little too much
Sub!Sukuna who doesn’t realize that his lust for power stems from craving attention as well as admiring those with said power
Sub!Sukuna who compliments his opponents when fighting because his love language is praise and validation and he’s unaware that he’s subconsciously attracted to the strength and valor of his opponents
Sub!Sukuna who always took the dominant role in relationships because that was what was expected of him and none of his partners ever suggested otherwise
Sub!Sukuna who lost his desire to be in a relationship altogether because his partners wanted to be punished and degraded and he just could not get into it
Sub!Sukuna who treats sex like a chore, who just wants to get it over with because his post nut clarity never fails to remind him that he’s not really enjoying himself when he’s always in the dominant role
Sub!Sukuna who is an involuntary voyeur to everything Yuji does, so he experiences being a sub for the first time with you and it all hits him like a new drug
Sub!Sukuna who feels threatened by you, because he can’t piece together why you’re making him feel so weird, you’re not even that powerful by sorcerer standards, why does he feel like this
Sub!Sukuna who attempts to ruin the intimacy between you and Yuji by biting you when you’re within proximity and heckling you when you scold him
Sub!Sukuna who catches himself thinking about you, about how you edged Yuji until he cried, about how you cuddled with him afterwards, and it frustrates him
Sub!Sukuna who decides to take care of the problem once and for all, and abuses the pact to take control of Yuji’s body
Sub!Sukuna who fights you in battle but gets a bit distracted by you, (your attacks, the way you move without fear, the way you smell, etc) shies from your eye contact, and effectively fumbles the fight
Sub!Sukuna who gets hard after you pin him with your curse technique, and then retreats, leaving Yuji to wonder why he’s bricked up
Sub!Sukuna who doesn’t interfere this time when you’re helping Yuji get off
but its called fanFICTION and if i wanna believe his big buff ass would blush over slight, soft, touches that hes not used to, THEN I WILL
yes hes scary and remorseless in canon but IM THE MAN OF THIS RELATIONSHIP AND BLOG RAAH, and i think that after 1000+ years hed cum easily and be sensitive.
i think after years of being cooked and treated for, hed want to make you meals just to "see what its like" being the one who does it
i think youd hold his hand, and notice he gets oddly sweaty and clammy and cant look at you
i think hes just a little shy, and though he has trouble being soft, he was still human who was just lonely too, and i think hed steal glimpses of u when you arent looking, and give you a kiss on your forehead when he thinks youve gone to sleep
w/c - 0.5k
content warnings - MDNI!, 18+, fem!reader, dom!reader, attempted murder (lol), language, poisoning, Heian-era sorta sub!Sukuna, sorta smutty drabble,
Reader is a pissed-off concubine trying to kill the King of Curses. I dunno what came over me
"Has the king heard the tale of the obedient emperor?" You muse, your tone an eerie tune that lingers in the dim chamber.
"What's in the drink, human?" Sukuna demands, his gaze locked onto his own fidgeting palms.
When Sukuna's fingers first wrapped around the cup, you scolded yourself for ever letting the other miserable concubines coerce you into believing that a mere poison in his drink would end his life. But as his body began to tremble, still trying to remain seated on the bed, and his pupils burst into black holes within his ruby irises, a glimmer of hope coursed through you like hellfire.
"Nothing, my king. It's nothing but wine." You hold your breath as his body falters, "Unwell, my king?" There is a hint of self-satisfaction in your words as his arm extends towards you. But then, like pulled by an invisible string, it retreats, falling back onto his side.
"They say a thousand years ago, far up north, lived the strongest emperor the world has ever known," You resume, watching the cup slip from Sukuna's grip, staining the wooden floor with remnants of the crimson drink, "It is said he had an army hundreds of thousands strong, servants to abide his every whim .."
Sukuna's eyes pierce through you. He attempts to speak, but his words emerge as nothing but deep grunts and growls. His mouth fills with taste of lead as the cursed energy flowing through his body already works on his recovery.
"Ah-ah, don't interrupt," your malicious grin sends waves of fury down his spine, "Or you might not get to hear the ending."
In the pleasure districts of your town which the king of curses burned to ashes, the brothel owner taught you thoroughly; all men who possess great power, crave to relinquish it as well.
Sukuna’s body wobbles, the thud of his torso hitting the mattress is like music to your ears.
"Where was I? Oh - the servants. Men and women who cowered in fear when he spoke, who built him a palace so vast that even the gods looked down upon it with envy. And so, the gods decided to curse him."
You approach the bed, watching his monstrous limbs sprawled across the mattress, enjoying the subtle twitches of resentment in his expression.
"They cursed him so that even with all his power," You put a knee on either side of his body, straddling him with all your weight, "He could not feel any pleasure until he would submit to another." You grind against his hips, a moan escaping your lips as you feel the bulge grow under you.
"You like this, don’t you? Like being powerless?"
"-Fucking Bitch." He groaned, interrupting your gleeful smirk; your eyes widen as you tip your chin down to watch his arms regain their vigor, shooting out to slam you on the mattress.
You gasp for air, freezing when his body towers over you. The thuds of your pounding heart deafen your ears as he stretches out his arm. Your breath halts as you brace for impact, and for a fleeting moment, you see the imminent end.
Instead, he slams his hand down on the mattress beside your head, his expression a flushed, panting mess as he thrusts his clothed hips between your legs. "Fuck you."
"Be nice," you chastise. As your initial plan crumbled, a greater wave of pleasure engulfed your senses at the sound of his breathless moans.
