Sukuna is so fucking mean! He has 2 cocks and will fuck you with one while he rubs the other across your clit and still not let you cum. He will fuck your pussy and your ass at the same time and then ruin your orgasm. He will tell you how he’s gonna breed you like the perfect flesh light for the king of curses and then he will cum on your belly or thighs instead. He will make you cry from cuming so many times and then make you look at him to say.
cw/tw: masochist dom true form sukuna, almost sadist reader, dubcon, size difference, impact play (sukuna receiving), pet names (little one + pet), a bit of praise
a/n: most ideas in this fic are from @saintdabi, this whole fic is written for vic and their enormous genius mode brain <3333
“Wouldn’t you rather sit here?”
You don’t turn your head to Sukuna. You don’t need to, you know he’s tapping one hand on his thigh and smirking, the same smirk that always adorns his face when he teases you.
“No, thank you,” you reply, trying not to look too uncomfortable as you kneel beside his throne.
“No matter, you look pretty down there anyway. Like a cherub.”
Warnings: Language, smut, nsfw smut, daddy kink, oral sex, thigh riding, sukuna has like four mouths and he uses them liberally. I regret nothing.
Pairing: Ryomen Sukuna x Reader
Word Count:2.2K
A/N: Thank Fish for this one, and for beta reading it too! Love you fishy! Also this is my firat entry for @kireirengoku 1k collab! Hope you enjoy it!!
“‘Kuna, please.” you whined. Your arms were draped around his broad shoulders, your airy moans ghosting over the skin of his neck. His toned chest was exposed through his robes, with your naked form pressed against him as you ground your soaked cunt against his thigh.
As the king of curses, he had duties to attend to; but he couldn’t forget about your needs. So when you came to him with your thighs shuffling, begging for him to give you the release you desired, Sukuna couldn’t resist bringing you along so you could ride his thigh to your heart’s content.
On your sore knees, glossy eyes searching up to theirs for validation while your face burns red from lack of air. Cock so far down into your throat, nose scrunched against their pubic bone, their large hand tangled into your hair with fingers tugging at your lochs tightly. Their satisfied groans dance into your ears as drool dribbles down your quivering chin and they pat the side of your head, saying you’re such a good petfor daddy, giving him such good head.
