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Jujutsu Kaisen Playlists
Hi there!
Sorry it’s been a hot minute but I am back with some more playlists!!
Idk if anyone actually likes these but oh well.
Today we’re back with Megumi and Sukuna so feel free to click the names for the links and I hope you enjoy :)
※ ceo r. sukuna drabble
※ pairing:ryoumen sukuna x f!reader
※ wc:0.8k
※ warnings:nsfw; mdni; pure, plotless smut; spitting; degradation (use of the words slut/whore/cum bucket); dumbification; clit-slapping; squirting; creampie; mention of throat fucking
CEO Ryoumen Sukuna bending you over his massive oak desk, tossing his tie over his shoulder, and pushing your skirt up over your hips.
The clinking of his belt buckle, the unzipping of his tailored slacks. He shimmies them down to his thick, tattooed thighs, freeing his hard cock and low-hanging balls. His dick is long enough to slap against his navel but doesn’t because it’s too thick and heavy to get out of its own way.
You wiggle your naked bottom for him as he slowly and carefully lets a glob of his spit fall onto the dark, shiny tip of his cock. He strokes himself a few times, the lewd sound of his saliva squishing around the tip just before he shoves it into your puckering pussy.
You throw your hands over your mouth to muffle your whimpers and moans. Gods forbid his secretary, who is sitting just outside his huge office doors, were to find out that her boss is burying himself balls deep inside your weeping cunt.
His large hand reaches around, his thick fingers finding your throbbing clit and drawing little circles against it. His expensive Michael Kors watch digging into your tingling skin while he fucks into you slow and hard, deliberate and rough.
He lifts one of your legs, bending and holding it around his thigh, his metal belt buckle cold and hard against your warm, soft flesh. He leans forward, pressing your exposed tits harder against his desk. Your hard nipples drag back and forth over the cool surface in time with his quickening thrusts.
A deep groan vibrates in Sukuna’s throat, holding your clit between his well-manicured fingertips. He pinches and squeezes your wet, swollen bud, sending a cocktail of pain and pleasure shooting through your tightening core. Every slam of his naked hips against your jiggling ass pushes you closer and closer to the precipice of rapture.
With your hand still covering your mouth you look over your shoulder at him with watering eyes. “S’kuna…god you’re gonna make me cum…” you whine through the spaces between your fingers.
“Did I say you could fucking look at me?” He sneers down at you, small pieces of his soft pink hair wet and sticking to his furrowed brow. “Keep your pretty fucking head down while I’m fucking you, slut.”
You close your eyes again and put your head back down. Sukuna put a hand between your shoulder blades to keep you down, his fingers working your clit over more feverishly now.
“Nnnnh…S’kuna…”
He can tell by your whiny voice and the way your desperate pussy is sucking harder on his fat cock that you’re about cum.
“Quiet damn it. Keep your fucking voice down.”
Still assaulting your clit with one hand, he uses the other to cover your pretty mouth. He looks down and sees the way your eyes cross like the dumb, cum-thirsty whore you are while you drool into his hand.
Your eyes roll back as your cunt begins to spasm around Sukuna’s masterful girth. He pulls out and paddles your clit with the broad surface of his wet, veiny cock until your cum sprays all over his thighs and desk. With his mouth hanging open, he quickly shoves his throbbing dick back inside you, tightening his grip around your mouth to keep your screaming muffled.
“Look at the fucking mess you made.” He clicked his tongue. “Filthy.” His hips thrash against your ass, beads of your cum running down his muscular thighs as he chases his own end.
For all your attempts to keep quiet, his secretary’s jaw drops when she recognizes the loud, wet clapping noise she hears coming from inside his office. Funny how he always warns you about being quiet, threatening to punish you if you’re too loud when it’s his own violent thrusts that gives your sordid relationship away.
Sukuna’s rutting becomes increasingly shallow and erratic as the searing coil deep inside his balls draws tighter and tighter. “Fuck, m’gonna bust my fucking nut. Fill my dirty - mmmm - my dirty little cum bucket.”
Sukuna’s strong hips slam into you a few more times before the coil finally snaps, sending his hot semen shooting out of his slit and deep into your womb. He growls and grunts as his hips thrust once, then twice more as his balls dump themselves into your used hole.
Sukuna pulls out slowly, watching some of his thick jizz follow the twitching head of his cock and drip from your winking hole onto the hardwood floor beneath you.
He pats your ass, indicating that it’s time for you to put yourself back together and leave. You put your tits back into your blouse and button it up before smoothing your skirt down over your shaky thighs.
Sukuna pulls his slacks back up, tucking his softening, cum-coated cock back inside. “Same time tomorrow.” It’s not a question. It’s an order. “Now get back to work, slut.”
You fix your hair the best you can as you walk towards the double doors of his office. Sukuna, noticing some of his cum running down the back of your bare leg, licks his lips as his semi-soft cock pushes against the inside of his pants.
“Wait.” You turn to see him stroking himself through the fabric of his slacks. “On second thought. Get over here and let me fuck your throat.”
