bottom ryomen sukuna x top male reader
summary. - sukuna is pent up. what better way to relieve himself than to use your body? wc. 7.1k
cw. - smut, sex without prep, spit as lube, swearing, p in a, riding, handjobs, orgasm denial, dubcon, blood, unprotected sex, making out, rough sex, multiple orgasms, size difference (It’s true form sukuna cmon..), he uses his technique on you, choking, overstimulation, hair pulling, belly bulge, manhandling, mocking, power imbalance.
it was late, the sun having set hours ago, almost everyone either sleeping or alone to their own spaces. you were as well, although not as alone as you had wanted to be.
you had gone to bed hoping there wouldn't be any distractions or anyone bothering you. you should've known that was too much to ask for..
currently a grumpy sukuna sat to your left, his shoulders slumped forward, head dipped down. he had a frown on his face, his brows creased in concentration. he had been oddly quiet since he barged into your room.
this hadn't been the first time he'd done this. it wasn't the first, or the second, or the third. you had lost count of how many times sukuna had come into your room complaining; tonight felt different, though.
he hadn’t said anything, simply walking over and sinking down onto your bed. it wasn’t super out of character for the king of curses, especially not after a tiring day like today.
he had been wrapped up in meetings, receiving the endless offerings the townspeople bring, and whatever kingly duties he does every day. you didn’t really keep track, not that it mattered to you.
the only thing that mattered right now was that you had a giant, brooding beast sitting on your bed. any minute now, he would start complaining—he always did, about some inconvenience he had encountered earlier. a subtle movement out of the corner of your eye caught your attention.
sukuna had shifted, body turned slightly more towards you now. you narrowed your eyes at the man, watching in silence for his next move. you saw one of his bottom eyes glance over, trying to act auspicious.
you couldn’t resist the way the corners of your lips turned up, amusement crossing your features. sukuna only frowned further, almost in a sneer, his eyes flashing with a hint of disdain.
“what are you smiling at.”
he mutters, the words more of a statement than a question. you could tell he was resisting the urge to pounce on you, the way his fingers twitched, the way he had his leg pushed up just slightly as if getting ready to move.
sukuna was easy to read, at least to you he was. after knowing him for so long you learned to understand his habits and body language, though he tries his best not to show his true intentions.
your response made sukuna pause, turning to face you now, all four eyes dead set on you.
he repeats, his tone almost a warning. you hum in response, propping yourself up on your elbows to get a better look at him.
“do you think I’m smiling at something?”
sukuna lets out a breath, chest rising and falling automatically as he moves closer. one of his lower arms reach out, palm pressing flat against the mattress as he leans over you.
looking up at him with a neutral expression, his lip twitches, clearly disapproving of your lack of reaction. he was the king of curses, why weren’t you scared? you didn’t even look alarmed, just mildly amused.
“don’t play dumb with me, boy.”
you raise a hand in mock defense, chuckling lowly, a small smile finding your face.
you retort teasingly, watching as his face shifts just enough to reveal his annoyance. sukuna always tried to conceal his emotions, but he couldn’t deny the way you broke down his usual defenses.
he hated that you could get under his skin like no one else could. he hated that he hadn’t just killed you sooner. every time someone asks why he hasn’t killed you, he doesn’t have an answer, not one that he likes.
instead of responding to you and egging on further teasing from your stupid, handsome face, sukuna crawls over, straddling your thighs with his own. yet again, you don’t even react, eyes only lazily following after his movements.
sukunas head tilts down at the feeling of something on his thighs, your hands spread against the bulk of his legs. his top set of eyes stays staring at you, his bottom set glaring at your hands.
“you talk too confident for a man underneath me right now.”
“but you’re the one whose sitting in my lap right now.”
he tensed ever so slightly at this, glancing off for a split second before looking back at you, clenching his jaw as he adds.
sukuna leans closer, slowly inching down towards your face, his upper pair of arms caging your head in. he wanted to wipe that smug smirk off your face. who gave you the right to hold your head so high around him?
well, he guessed it was him. he had never stopped you. he never seriously tried to injure you. he threatened you and insulted you, and you push back every time. maybe that was why he liked you so much.
you give his thighs a small squeeze, carefree smirk on your face. your eyes stayed focused on him, staring straight into his before feeling a hand slide your shirt up.
the warmth of sukunas palm against your stomach made your breath hitch, sukunas eyes narrowing at the sight. he continues sliding his hand up further and further until the fabric bunched up around your neck and shoulders.
you shift, trying to sit up so you can properly take your shirt off before sukunas hand pushes you down, keeping you pressed against the mattress.
sukuna murmurs, not giving you a warning before he makes a flick of his hand, two fingers swiping over your shirt, cutting directly through it and your skin.
you hiss, watching as the fabric falls back against the mattress, blood prickling up in a straight line across your collarbones where sukuna had cut your shirt off.
you deadpan the man, huffing in disbelief. he smirks in response, entertained by your reaction.
“uh you cut my favorite shirt up?”
sukuna only scoffs, crossing his bottom pair of arms as he speaks, one of his hands grabbing the now ripped cloth and tossing it aside.
“this measly article of clothing holds no value.”
“to you maybe. I actually liked-”
before you could finish your sentence sukuna leans down, licking across the cut on your torso, earning a shiver from you. it stung yet at the same time it provided a little relief to the pain.
sukuna doesn’t pull back yet, lightly nipping at your collarbone, dragging his teeth down the skin of your chest and stomach, sucking small marks occasionally.
you bite your lip, watching sukuna trail marks down your body. his lower pair of arms uncross, hands finding your waist, holding you down on the mattress.
when sukuna pulls back he has an mischievous expression on his face, biting back a grin as one of his hands tug on the waistband of your pants.
and just like before you didnt protest, sukuna stretching his arms back and yawning, as if that would distract you from his scheming. he flicks his hand to the side and then down. your hand instinctively flies down, wanting to protect your most precious part.
one of sukunas hands shoot down, grabbing yours before you could do anything. you didn’t feel the stinging pain of your skin being cut open this time, sukunas voice explaining before you could ask.
“I didn’t cut as deep this time..” he pauses before adding. “couldn’t damage your only redeeming quality.”
“so you only want me for my dick?”
sukunas smirk widens at the face you make, slowly letting your hand go in favor of returning to his purchase on your waist.
“yes. I figured you would’ve realized that by now.”
you don’t respond to that, not wanting to give sukuna what he wanted. he takes your silence as confirmation to continue, hand tearing away the scraps of fabric on your legs, leaving you bare under him.
sukunas top pair of hands glide up your chest, moving to rest on your shoulders, keeping you still as he looks down, gathering his saliva before spitting on your cock.
the sensation of wetness slowly sliding down your shaft causes you to cringe, your brows furrowing. it didn’t necessarily feel bad nor good, and yet before you could even react sukunas hand wraps around you, jerking slowly.
all you could do was watch, staring up at him as he pumps you, the blood rushing lower in your body, slowly filling your cock. sukuna grins at the sight of you hardening in his hand, the mouth on his stomach licking its lips.
by the time you were fully hard, sukunas spit had been smeared everywhere but where he needed it. he doesn’t stop the movement of his hand around you, continuing the stroking as he leans down, lips pressing against yours.
sukuna bit down on your lip, hard, forcing his tongue inside, lapping up the saliva in your mouth greedily, as if your spit was his only source of hydration.
he swipes his thumb over your slit, rubbing circles with every stroke, his hand swallowing your dick. sukunas hands were already huge and you weren’t even a small guy.
you groan shamelessly into his mouth, your arms coming up to wrap around his beefy shoulders. it was difficult to move, sukunas hands had you pretty well stuck to the bed and he definitely wasn’t letting you go anytime soon.
sukunas hand speeds up it’s movements, weakly trying to buck your hips up to no avail, his body weight and limbs had you pinned.
he eats up all the sounds you let out into his mouth, grinning against your lips. you did your best to kiss back, trying to keep up with his pace on both your mouth and your dick.
you could feel the heat building in your gut, wanting to cling onto the pleasure because knowing sukuna.. this was just the beginning.
his hand doesn’t stop, not for one second. even as he feels you twitching in his hand he still doesn’t stop, pushing you closer to the edge with every twist of his fist.
you mutter out curses against his lips, sukuna humming in approval, kissing you harder. you whine against his mouth, sukuna pausing for a moment before he speaks, face right in front of yours, breath fanning your lips.
“you’re gonna cum already?”
he laughs lowly, as if he wasn’t jerking you off faster than you could count.
and just like that the pleasure that was about to burst in your stomach stopped. the feeling of your orgasm fading away making you almost sick to your stomach. sukuna wiping his hand off, the mouth on his stomach licking the taste of you off his fingers.
you let out a shaky laugh, tilting your head back in frustration, sukunas lips finding your neck, sucking and biting at your skin. you couldn’t even bring it in you to stop him, the previous build up from before still settling low in your gut.
“you really thought I would solely provide pleasure for you? I don’t do such frivolous things for others. I do these things for me.”
he practically growls into your ear, the pure glee in his tone ticking you off. this guy got off on making you feel like this, well that was to be expected, he was a literal walking monster.
sukunas hands pull away from your shoulders, moving now to press them against your chest, using the leverage to push himself up and slip his own pants off.
“oh so you don’t cleave your own pants up?”
sukuna only huffs, rolling his eyes, whether in amusement or annoyance you weren’t quite sure.
your words fall flat, complaints being long forgotten as sukuna spits into his palm, wrapping his hand around your length, making sure to coat you fully in his saliva again.
sukuna positions himself over you, two of his hands spreading himself for you.
your hands find sukunas shoulders again, sliding them down to grip his biceps tight, sucking in a breath as he slowly lowers himself.
the noise that escaped him was almost embarrassing, but you felt too good inside him to care. if you said anything he would just kill you, so it didn’t matter. (he totally wouldn’t kill you)
as he sinks down onto your length you can only squeeze your eyes shut, the tightness near overwhelming. sukuna was always tight, he wasn’t into the idea of “prep”, not before, and certainly not now.
not that he hadn’t considered the idea of letting you stretch him out with your fingers.
his thighs settle against yours with a quiet plap, you snuggly seated inside him. sukuna hated the way his stomach felt during this, all fuzzy and gross.
sukuna stares down at you, watching the way you struggle to keep quiet. he knew how much his body affected you, and he abused it every time he had the chance. your hands sliding down his back make him falter for a second, the action one far too soft for someone like him.
sukuna lets out a small exhale, his hands come around to grab your waist, his one hand on your chest still holding him steady. he could see the slight tremble to his arms, the feeling of being impaled on you making his body react in ways that made him look weak.
he had to give you credit; no person—concubine or other—had ever made him feel this good. though he had to suppose it’s because you had a big dick, right? that had to be it. no other reason.
sukuna shifts, earning a quiet groan from both you and him. the feeling of your tip driving further into him was a lot. He bites his lip, suppressing low noises threatening to spill out of him as he runs his hand down his front, pausing at the curve on his stomach.
he laughs, low and velvety, a genuine laugh from him as he looks back up at you, hand still on his stomach.
"what?" you mutter out through clenched teeth, staring at the man on top of you.
sukuna only shakes his head, using his pointer and middle finger to press down on the protrusion.
you groan out, his warmth and tightness pressing down on your sensitive head, right where you sat inside him.
he lets out a breathy chuckle, still staring down at the bulge you made, rubbing and pressing down on it. you swore you were gonna cum from that, it felt too intense and hot and soft. fuck he felt good.
sukuna moves his hand away from his stomach, instead moving it towards your face, palm pressing against your mouth, muffled complaints from you following. sukuna only smirked, amusement and lust heavy in his gaze.
your eyes flutter shut when he starts lifting up, the spit serving as very poor lube. he would probably use your blood as lube before getting actual lube.
when sukuna sank back down, you could feel every inch of him sliding back down onto you. he didn't stop, didn't stay still and allow room to adjust, no, he lifted himself back up, then down, starting a steady pace.
there was surely no way he felt good doing this. it couldn’t feel good, not with the lack of lube. not with the way he was moving, rough and fast, not even giving himself time to enjoy it.
you almost couldn't breathe. you sure as hell couldn't move, not with sukuna on top of you. the movements of his hips grinding down against yours made all potential remarks disappear, only able to focus on the way he lifts up and down on your dick.
sukuna continues slamming his hips down on yours, moving with an odd sense of urgency, one you hadn't seen from him before.
your hands slide down, running past his back and sides to grab his hips, trying to slow him down, one hand coming up to pull his off your mouth, desperately trying to pluck his fingers away from your lips.
"sukuna- slow down.. fuck."
he doesn't pay you any mind, wordlessly moving up and down. he had a focused expression on his face, jaw clenched tight like he was lost in thought.
you repeat his name a few more times before he finally snaps his head down to look at you.
his movements come to a sudden stop as he spoke, his eyes traveling all over your face, scanning for something you weren't sure of.
you had to take a moment, much to sukunas displeasure, to catch your breath. you were sensitive and hard as a rock, sukunas insistentness wasn't helping.
you shift slightly, trying to sit up, sukunas' grip on you only tightening, a clear sign he didn't want you to move. you could feel his eyes burning holes into yours, impatiently waiting for the reason you had stopped him.
"what's with you tonight? you aren't even ranting like normal. you're just- using me."
sukuna scoffs, rolling his eyes at your words, his hand that was originally on your mouth slithering down to grasp your throat.
"of course I'm using you. what else are you good for?"
in hindsight, you should've realized he didn't care about you. obviously, he didn't, but you couldn't lie and say you didn't have some glimmer of hope that he did, in fact, care and didn't just keep you around as a warm body.
sukunas face contorts slightly, the way his lip twitches, almost in a frown of displeasure at your reaction. you didn't need to say anything; he already knew how you felt about him.
"don't look so glum. you should be honored having me here."
you only hum, glancing off before back at sukuna. "right."
he raises a brow, faintly tilting his head. "you have more to say? spit it out."
sukunas hand slides back up, gripping your jaw, forcing you to look straight at him, lips smushed between his fingers.
you struggle in his grasp, his fingernails digging into your cheek as you reply, voice strained.
"just thought.. you wouldn't keep me around like this.. if you didn't at least-"
sukuna cuts you off, shoving his thumb into your mouth, not wanting to hear the rest of your words.
he doesn't hear your response, unable to distinguish the noises coming from you, opting to press his thumb further into your mouth, the sight of you gagging around his thumb making his cock twitch.
one of your hands grab onto his forearm, fingers pressing into the muscle. sukuna's grin only sharpens. he had almost forgot what he was doing, distracted by the sight of you squirming under his hand.
he lets you have this for a moment, slowly removing his finger from your mouth, a silent gesture for you not to continue talking.
he shifts his hips, a strangled groan coming from your throat as he readjusts himself, slowly pushing back up before dropping back down onto your lap.
sukuna returns to riding you, slamming down onto your lap with a concerning amount of intensity. it wasn’t even enjoyable to you either! he was practically just jumping up and down on your dick.
sukuna's hand finds your throat again, squeezing gently, a stark contrast to how he was moving his hips. it didn’t help that he was 400 lbs of pure muscle, crushing you even further.
your hands flex against his arms, trying to figure out where the best place to grab him would be, eventually deciding on his hips.
sukuna was all big and bulky. he took up a lot of space and basically dwarfed you in every way. there were plenty of places to grab on his body, but whether you were allowed to or not was up to him.
he seemed okay with your hands digging into his hips; if anything, he was pleased by it.
you could feel yourself getting close again, sukuna's repetitive motions on your cock pushing you further.
you imagined he would let you cum this time, not wanting to take the time to get off you and wait for your orgasm to fade away again.
your hands tighten on sukuna's hips as you get closer. you could feel yourself leaking inside him, pre cum serving as a very much needed lubricant.
you almost wanted to cry, on the verge of your eyes watering but not wanting sukuna to see. it was too much in such a short amount of time. his hips wouldn’t stop, moving up and down faster.
sukunas hands were traveling all over your body at this point, one on your neck, one on your chest, still keeping him propped up while the other two grope and feel you up.
his hands squeezed at your pecs, shoulders, arms, waist, anywhere he could reach. he always explored you like you were his, and in some sick, twisted way, you were, just not how you wanted.
you grunt, tilting your head back as you feel the pleasure building again, growing bigger and bigger.
you groan out through clenched teeth, chest rising and falling rapidly as you get pushed to the edge.
sukuna didn't need further confirmation, understanding what you were getting at. his hand on your throat squeezes a bit harder, trying to get a reaction from you.
your nails dug into the skin of his hips, surely drawing blood with how hard you were holding him. if it affected sukuna he didn't show it, keeping up the pace he originally had.
sukuna leans down again, face inches from yours as he speaks, expression scarily calm.
and the simple "go ahead" from sukuna was all you needed, letting go, your dick doing the only thinking.
sukuna tilts his head up, adam's apple bobbing in front of you as he rides you to your release.
you didn't say anything, feeling your balls tighten, turning your head to the side and doing your best to press your face into the pillow as you cum, warmth instantly shooting through your dick.
it felt good, of course it did, sukuna always made you cum stupidly hard, even if the buildup wasn't great. your high didn't last nearly as long as you had wanted it to.
you tried holding onto it, relishing in the way sukuna kept going, shuddering at the feeling of your cum dripping out of his hole. you could feel the stickiness forming between you two already, your balls sticking to him slightly with every press of his body against yours.
as your peak fades away, it slowly gets replaced by sensitivity, the feeling of overstimulation setting in as sukuna moves, not having slowed down once.
you press your face into the pillow harder, trying not to get overwhelmed. sukuna's hips start stuttering, grunting or groaning with every roll of his hips.
he was getting close too, face pressing into the crook of your neck. his breath was warm, everything was warm. his body was hot, skin pressing against yours.
you were surprised you weren't sweating more, sukuna's body serving as a personal heater. the fact that you two were having sex didn't help that; it just made it even hotter.
sukuna presses down further against you, your body’s almost completely flush. you could feel his hardness against your abdomen, his tip sticky with pre.
as sukuna rolled his hips, he grinds against you, trying to reach his own peak. the desperation in his movements catches you off guard, sukuna was never like this.
he was acting weird tonight. normally he would come in, make you fuck him, rant about the people he slaughtered and then he’d leave, but he was acting strange tonight.
you suck in a breath, mentally preparing for him to flat out refuse you as you start, voice low and hesitant.
you pause, grunting as he grinds particularly hard on your cock. sukuna doesn’t respond, his face still buried in your neck, breathing hard against you.
you try again, turning to look down at him before he stills, clamping down around you tighter than before. you groan loudly in his ear, his hole squeezing you hard.
you could feel his cum squirt onto your stomach, warm, wet ropes marking you as his, still weakly grinding against your stomach, alarmingly silent.
you go to say his name again, almost concerned about him before his hand finds your face again, shutting you up before you could say a word.
was all he mumbled, voice deep with an unrecognizable emotion from him.
he doesn’t seem to put up much of a fight, his hand slowly falling from your mouth, laying limp against your shoulder.
you go to pull out, sensing sukuna wasn’t himself tonight. he seemed out of it and you weren’t gonna try and pester him, not when he could kill you by barely raising two fingers.
sukunas hands immediately grip your hips, holding you down hard, bordering on painful.
you only wince, letting out a breath of annoyance as you slide your hand up, tangling in the back of his hair. he groans lowly, the sound sending sparks through your whole body and your dick.
he must’ve felt this, clenching around you, still slumped against your body. you couldn’t move if you wanted to, sukuna was like a bear, huge and dangerous.
trying to move sukuna—or worse, risk setting him off would be like poking the bear but literally in this case.
instead of trying to move sukuna or trying to get him to move you just stopped, laying against the bed, sukunas naked body on top of yours. it was almost comforting if you didn’t think about the fact this meant nothing to him.
after a few moments of silence you feel your breathing evening out, sukuna following. you could feel your eyes slowly drooping, body getting ready to give into sleep before sukuna starts slowly grinding circles on your cock.
your eyes instantly snap open, sukunas face still pressed into your neck. he still hadn’t moved, or made a sound, just lazily moving.
you start again, sighing, this time in pure exhaustion. you were tired, and you didn’t want to deal with the pink haired male right now.
you run your fingers through his hair, trying to get his attention.
“look.. I don’t really feel like it right now, okay? can you just-”
he stops, slowly lifting his head up, crimson eyes staring directly into yours, your words trailing off. maybe you were crazy, but his eyes looked a little dilated from this view.
the look on his face was odd. he wore a frown, brows creased just barely against his features, eyes softened in a way that was very out of the blue for the king of curses.
all he does for what felt like hours was stare at you, eyes boring straight into yours. it wasn’t intimidating though, nor did it make you nervous. he was just watching you.
after what felt like forever sukuna exhales through his nose, head falling forward to rest his forehead against your shoulder for a moment.
this was freaking you out. was he finally gonna kill you? was he showing you his soft side because it was the last time you’d ever see anything?
as if hearing your thoughts sukuna hums, pulling back, slowly sitting up on your lap again. his beefy forearms now pressing against your stomach, struggling to steady himself.
he straightens, rolling his neck around, then stretching each arm one by one. it was almost captivating to watch, seeing how he moved his limbs with such fluidity, he was honestly beautiful.
once he finally feels he’s situated he speaks, facing you directly.
he mutters coldly, as if nothing had happened, completely ignoring your previous attempts at getting his attention.
sukuna slowly starts rolling his hips, letting out small noises under his breath, brows furrowed in concentration.
you bring your hands up, gripping his hips again, biting your lip as you try your best not to whimper from the way he was moving on your semi-hard dick.
you open your mouth to speak before closing it, not sure what you were trying to say. sukuna had been acting weird all night; now he’s riding you like it’s his last time.
you didn’t know what to say, what to ask. should you even ask anything? sukuna didn’t do feelings or emotions.
sukuna starts lifting up again, his dick slowly hardening against his stomach, a small bead of pre cum slipping down his shaft as he grinds down on your cock.
you could feel the blood flowing down to your crotch, hardening inside sukuna rapidly despite the previous round.
he still felt so tight around you, you definitely needed more lube, spit, anything to make this feel smoother.
the heat between sukuna's ass and your dick was almost painful, your puny drops of pre cum being the only thing stopping both of you from ripping very sensitive skin.
sukuna hadn't stopped, lifting up and down, his jaw clenched, brows furrowed like he was trying to ignore the pain.
the mouth on his stomach only licked its lips, grinning wickedly in pleasure, showing his more masochistic side.
sukuna got off to pain often, blood too. when he sets a village ablaze or kills someone who pissed him off, his pants would be tight, struggling against his erection, a wet spot forming shamelessly.
you swore he had came in his pants when a servant disrespected him once, he killed them with one flick of his hand, harboring a dazed, dreamy expression.
you let out a breath when you start leaking more inside him, sukuna picking up the pace, a strained smirk finding his face.
he grunts under his breath, all four of his hands pressing down on your shoulders and chest, both holding you down and supporting himself.
you were basically holding onto sukuna to keep yourself grounded, the muscle on his sides tight against his skin.
you felt like you were floating, sukuna's body weighing you down, his hands all over you, his hole wrapped around you; it felt surreal.
one of sukuna's hands glides over your pec, palm splaying out over the muscle, his fingers roughly rubbing your nipple, squeezing it between his thumb and pointer finger.
you groan, sukuna's hole fluttering around you as the sound reaches his ears, hips stuttering for a split second before he speeds up, bouncing on your dick.
you could feel that familiar heat building in your gut, pushing you towards your second orgasm of the night.
the sound of skin hitting skin doesn't even register in your mind, too far gone in the pleasure that was sukuna. his body. him.
you yelp as sukuna leans down, taking his nipple into your mouth, replacing his fingers that had been pinching and twisting moments prior.
his mouth was wet and warm, tongue swirling around your nipple, sucking like something was gonna come out.
sukuna's eyes were closed, his body moving on autopilot, both his mouth and his ass pleasuring you.
your hand slides up, tangling in the back of his hair again, gripping the pink strands tightly, pulling when you feel his teeth graze your skin.
he licks a stripe up your chest, meeting your gaze again with dark eyes, pupils hazed over.
he stares for a minute, four eyes running over your facial features, before he turns back down, sucking and nipping down your chest.
his mouth finds your other nipple now, groaning against the skin as he moves up and down harder.
you could feel his cock leaking against your stomach, drops of pre cum pooling on your lower abdomen.
his bottom pair of hands find your waist, sliding them around, now halfway on your back, his fingers pressing into your skin.
his hands pull you up closer, your body's pressing flush as sukuna slams down on you.
his teeth graze your pec, biting down hard enough to draw blood. you wanted to squirm, to try and escape the burning pain that enveloped your chest.
sukuna wouldn't let go, teeth digging into your skin, the taste of your blood filling his mouth.
he groans loudly against you, his eyes almost rolling back into his skull in pure ecstasy.
your dick twitches inside him, alerting sukuna of your impending orgasm. he pulls back begrudingly, voice breathless as he speaks.
his head dips back down, licking the bite mark around your pec, tongue soothing the pain.
sukuna could hear your heart pounding, you were so desperate it was funny, his thighs had your locked tight, refusing to let you buck your hips up into him.
you didn't think you could last much longer; you couldn't hold back, not when you felt like this. the warm, repetitive movements of sukuna's hips against yours was overwhelming.
it felt so good to be inside him; you could only wonder if he thought the same about you. did he think you felt good to have inside him?
"I can't. I'm- gonna cum, sukuna."
you mumble out, throwing your head back against the pillow, pleasure prickling up throughout your body.
sukuna huffs, not approving of your warning, though he knew you were too weak to resist giving in to something as human as lust, he simply kept moving, not caring if you came or not, he wouldn't stop till he had his fill anyway.
you bite your lip, quiet groans falling from your lips as you cum, a whole body shudder going through you.
sukuna's shoulders tense up slightly, the warmth of your cum shooting deep inside him sending a wave of hazy pleasure through his spine.
he helps you through your high, continuing to slam his hips up and down, grinding down against you with every small movement, tongue still swirling around your nipple.
you whine at the overstimulation, having come twice since sukuna started riding you. he always managed to fuck you up so good. normally, after these encounters with sukuna you're limping for the next day at least.
you could remember the many times he's left bruises on your hips from how hard he likes to take it.
"sukuna.." you murmur out weakly, hands unable to keep their grip on his hip and hair, one hand lazily slipping off his hip, falling down onto the mattress to your side.
sukuna barely glances at you, more focused on how you kept hitting deep inside of him instead of how drained you were.
he could feel you softening inside him, a frown of annoyance finding his face. he wasn't ready to stop, and he certainly didn't want you tapping out.
he pulls back, spit covering both your pecs from his intense sucking and licking.
he watches you closely, studying your expression. your eyes were half lidded, struggling to stay open, arms limp at your sides. you looked thoroughly debauched.
sukuna couldn't help the low chuckle that leaves his throat, smirking down at you, impressed you were so worn in such a short amount of time.
his hips slow, rolling circles against you as his hand reaches down, fingers finding your balls, slowly rubbing the skin of your sack, trying to get you up.
you didn't really know what was happening, your brain clouded by everything he was doing.
you whine again, not finding it in yourself to speak. sukuna's smirk falls slightly at this, stilling on your cock, narrowing his eyes as he lets out a breath of frustration.
a sudden pinch to your balls snaps your eyes open, hands flying up to grab sukuna's arms.
"ow shit! sukuna.. stop."
a low grumble comes from the man above you, tilting his head to the side, an unamused look on his face.
"are you ready for another round?"
he doesn't wait, moving your balls around in his palm, the nail of his thumb lightly pressing down on the middle of your scrotum.
you try kicking your legs, hands pushing at him, trying to move him off, or at least move his hand away from your balls.
sukuna clenches around you, trying to get you hard once more, not budging in the slightest at your attempts to stop him.
he moves his hand away after a few minutes, your body slumping back against the mattress in relief, though it wouldn't last long.
before you could relax, sukuna starts moving again, gradually picking up the pace until he was bouncing on your dick.
your whole body tenses, groaning and whimpering as you start filling up inside him again.
sukuna groans at this as well, making sure to look right into your eyes as he tilts his head back, mouth falling agape as your tip nudges against his prostate.
he growls lowly, muttering a curse under his breath, shifting his hips against yours, enjoying the way your cock was stiff inside him.
he angles himself forward more, rolling his hips up and down in a way that has you pressing against his spot every time he sinks back down.
sukuna leans down, pressing his face into your neck, idly biting and sucking at the soft skin, making sure to leave marks that everyone will see.
you could feel your eyes beginning to water, the pleasure so intense it felt like your dick was in a different dimension.
as unbearable as it was, it did feel good too, the pain only adding to the experience.
sukuna continues to use you, eagerly jumping up and down on your cock, zealously chasing his high, hands still holding you close, not letting you move too far from him.
you let out shaky breaths, feeling a tear slip down your cheek, sniffling as you resist the urge to full-on cry.
sukuna lifts his head, eyes finding yours again, pupils narrowing before widening, a sly grin finding his face.
"crying now? you can't be serious."
sukuna mutters, inching closer to your face, breath fanning your cheek as he adds sarcastically.
"do you want me to comfort you?"
you glare at him, frowning, letting out a strained breath as you shake your head.
he only snickers at that, his dick twitching against your stomach at the sight of another tear falling down your face.
instead of replying to you or making fun of you, he pulls you down closer, moving faster on your dick, the same familiar heat slowly bubbling up in your stomach.
his walls were wrapped snug around you, your dick having molded to his insides. it was wet, a mixture of your cum and his spit pooling where you two were connected.
sukuna licks his lips, letting out a breath as he rolls his hips back and forth, rubbing his cock against your stomach, tip smearing his pre cum all over your torso.
the urgency in sukuna's movements gave him away. he was getting close as well, dick twitching occasionally against your abdomen.
sukuna's hips slam down once, then twice, stuttering before he buries his face in your neck, groaning lowly as he cums.
ropes of cum hit your stomach, coating the dried cum from his previous orgasm, now it was just a sticky, gross mess between you both.
sukuna clenches around you tight, his walls pulsing, sending you over the edge, following right after him.
you let out a silent groan, face scrunching up in overwhelming pleasure as a shiver runs down your body.
for a while its just quiet, the sound of you two breathing filling the room, both of you coming down from your highs together.
sukuna was breathing softly against your neck, sluggishly moving two of his arms to wrap around your waist, the other two slipping underneath the pillows, arms wrapping around your shoulders and under your head.
the position was oddly intimate, both of you still connected, your cum leaking out of his hole, running down his thighs.
sukuna was crushing you, his entire body pressing you into the mattress. he was warm and soft, his hair was tickling your cheek.
your body felt weird. you wanted to lean into his touch and fall asleep, but at the same time, you wanted to crawl out of his grasp and run away.
you couldn't tell if he was asleep or not; he never really fell asleep after cumming before.
you slowly bring a hand up, dragging your finger along his arm, up to his shoulder and into his hair.
your voice was low as you whispered, voice barely audible.
you were met with a deep grumble, his arms tightening around you. at least you knew he wasn't asleep, which might not have been a good thing.
you only sigh, letting out a breath and relaxing under him, accepting the fact you weren't going to be able to move.
it felt sticky and cold between you two, dried cum covering both your bodies.
your eyes started drooping closed, unable to stay awake any longer.
it was warm. it was cozy. you were comfortable, even with it being sukuna as your personal weighted blanket.
you'll let yourself have this for once, you'll indulge for now, even if sukuna gets mad at you in the morning.
you let yourself sink into the mattress, arms wrapping around sukuna's waist, holding him close.
sukuna didn't complain; he simply huffed into your neck, pressing his face further into your skin.
you fell asleep quickly, sukuna following, his grip on you never loosening as the night progresses.
in the morning, he'll act like this never happened. he'll pretend everything is normal, at least until he gets stressed out again and needs a way to relieve his frustrations.
you know you'll always leave your door unlocked for him. if he finds peace in your presence momentarily, you'd let him have it.
you didn't necessarily hate it either.
this was lowk really fun to write, I'm not used to writing long ones like this
