WARNINGS: SMUT, USE OF N1PPLE CLAMPS, R1DING, SUKUNAS STOMACH MOUTH, N1PPLE PLAY, MDNI/18+ CONTENT
WORD COUNT: 1.2K
A sharp gasp escapes you as he secures the second clamp. Your chest rises against the sudden sting, the burn biting deep. Sukuna only smirks, eyes glinting with cruel amusement as his nails drift lazily across your trembling skin. Each drag leaves a trail of fire, another shiver racing down your spine.
“Pathetic…” he drawls, voice low and heavy. His gaze lingers on your reaction. “And I’ve barely even started.”
You whimper when his finger hooks the chain connecting both clamps. The subtle tug of the metal makes your nipples throb under the weight of his touch. Heat floods your chest, your body betraying you as you instinctively lean in, palms pressing to his naked thighs while you kneel before him.
Sukuna tugs you closer, the chain twisting around his index finger, each little shift pulling a fresh jolt through your chest. He watches the way your breath stutters, his lips curling as if savouring the weakness he draws out of you.
“Look at you,” Sukuna mutters, giving the chain a sharper tug. The sound that escapes you is half-whimper, half-plea, your thighs pressing together as if you could contain the ache building low inside. His free hand slides to your jaw, thumb brushing across your parted lips before pressing down, coaxing them open. The smirk never fades.
“On your knees, begging already… and I’ve only touched the surface.”
He doesn’t leave you there for long. With a firm pull on the chain, Sukuna drags you closer until you’re climbing onto his lap, your body moving before your mind can catch up. Your core settles over his clothed bulge, breathing hitching in your throat at the contact.
His finger releases the chain, leaving it to dangle against your bare torso. Both hands clamp onto your hips, and with a sharp pull he grinds up into you. A cry tears from your throat, his name on your lips, as your hands clutch at his forearms, steadying yourself against the force of him.
“You like that, don’t you?” Sukuna’s smirk widens, nails grazing the soft flesh of your hips.
You hum, half-nodding, shifting against him to chase more of that delicious friction, but Sukuna’s grip tightens, halting your movements.
“Not so quick…” he murmurs, pulling up ever so slightly. One hand slips to the waistband of his boxers, pushing them down to reveal his cock, the mushroom tip glistening with a few drops of precum. You nearly moan as he drags the tip across your slit, the sweet friction on your clit making your legs tremble in anticipation.
“Careful… I might enjoy this more than you do,” Sukuna murmurs, his voice low,, sultry, and laced with a hint of menace.
You pull him closer by the arms, nails decorating crescents onto his skin. Your lips crash against his as you sink down onto his length. Just as you’re about to take him fully, he slams the rest of himself into you, making you cry out. Sukuna’s lips curl into another mischievous grin, and the cold metal of the clamps brushes against his bare torso.
He gets an idea.
His stomach mouth makes an appearance, the big tongue hooking onto the chain and tugging just enough to tease.
You’re still caught up in the sensation of him stretching you out, your hole clenching around his dick as it fills you completely.
You nearly yelp, falling forward onto his shoulder as your attempt to steady yourself. “Wha-” You gasp, tilting back but stopping just before feeling the tug of the clamps. Your gaze falls between your bodies. “Sukuna…” You whimper and the corners of his stomach mouth curl up, the chain still trapped on his tongue.
You hear him chuckle, but he says nothing. He lifts your hips, the chain tightening, the tug sharp and delicious on your nipples, before Sukuna slams you back down onto his cock.
“F-fuck…” you choke out, lifting your hips instinctively, then easing back down, riding the delicious stretch and pressure. It doesn’t take long before you find a steady rhythm, bouncing in Sukuna’s lap. His hands never leave your hips, and his tongue keeps the chain hooked, tugging just enough to tease.
“You’re making this too easy…” He murmurs, voice low and dripping with promise.
Heat pools deep inside your lower abdomen at his words, every tug of the chain and grind of his hips driving your body wild. You gasp, leaning forward instinctively, pressing closer to him, feeling every inch of him buried inside you.
Sukuna tightens his hands on your hips, holding you firmly in place as he rocks upward, each thrust sharp and commanding. The chain lightly bites your nipples with every motion, sending jolts of pleasure that make your knees tremble.
“Look at you,” he growls, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “So wet… and all for me.”
You whimper, arching into him, lost in the mix of pain, pleasure, and the delicious pull of the metal against your skin as you feel your climax build up inside you. His hands guide your movement, forcing you to ride him in time with every deliberate thrust.
“I’m- I’m… fuck, ffuck-” Breathless moans escapes your lips, your climax edging closer and the hot feeling in your lower abdomen threatening to wash over you.
Sukuna can barely get you to move with how tightly your walls clench around him. One of his hands snakes up to where the clamps were, cautious not to be too rough, and carefully removes them.
The instant the clamps come free, a rush of relief mixes with sharper, more intense sensitivity, sending electricity racing through your chest. He’s dropped the metal, but his thumb and index finger pinch one of your nipples. You cry out, hips jerking instinctively against him.
The pinch of his fingers makes you arch into him, every nerve alight with pleasure. Your hips jerk and grind against his, trying to chase the rising heat, but Sukuna holds you firmly in place, guiding each movement with precision.
“You’re so sensitive now,” he mutters, voice low and teasing. “Every little touch drives you wild…”
A shiver runs down your spine as his other hand drifts along your side, fingers tracing the curve of your ribs, pulling little gasps and whimpers from you. The mix of relief from the clamps and the sharp, deliberate touches keeps your body on the edge, every sensation amplified.
Your breathing comes in ragged pants, chest rising and falling as the pressure inside you builds unbearably. Hips press, walls clench, and the world narrows to the electric friction between your bodies.
When that knot inside you finally snaps, a rush of heat and electricity floods through your body. Your hips jerk against him, walls clenching, breath catching in desperate pants. Every nerve fires at once, a shiver racing from your core up to your chest.
Sukuna groans low, pressing his hands to your hips to guide you, keeping you riding him even as your body trembles. The chain tugs gently against your nipples, sharp sparks of sensation shooting through you, making your cries catch in your throat.
You collapse against him, trembling, as the aftershocks pulse through your abdomen, hips still quivering against his. He leans close, lips brushing your ear. “See? I told you… I enjoyed this more than you do.”
A/N - THIS WAS FOR KINKTOBER BUT I REWROTE IT CUZ I CAN :P
