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.
※ 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.”
cw. suggestive — i wrote this in five min after three days of not sleeping, bear with me | m.list
His gray sweatpants fall over his hips in a sexy way as he slips on a black T-shirt and fixes his mussed hair, joining you in the living room where you are on the phone with your best friend. “Yeah, it didn’t really satisfy me, and it was pretty small, too.”
He raises an eyebrow approaching you, “all you’ve done is whine — daddy is too big — just ten minutes ago, sweetheart” he hums smugly.
Your friend on the other side of the phone shouts an “OH MY GOD!!!” as your eyebrows come together.
The scar on his lip lifts into a smirk as he lies between your thighs.
“Baby please,” you blurt trying to shoo him away, “we were talking about a mascara she lent me, oh my god.”
He tilts his head before kicking the phone out of your hand, “yeah I know, I mean, who would ever say that about this huge cock uhu” he coos grabbing his dick, making you roll your eyes.
Satoru scrolls on his cell phone as you finish making coffee for breakfast.
“Really,” you blurt into your phone casually, “I’ve never seen anything smaller.”
A chair screeching on the floor makes you turn sharply. Your husband locks you pressed to the kitchen counter, a smirk on his lips as he leans over your body.
“What’s small, angel?” he asks passing his thumb over your puffy lip and slipping a hand under your tshirt grabbing a perky hard nipple.
His chest rises with each deep breath, and his breath caresses your forehead making you look up into his crystal clear eyes. “You had a tough time getting out of bed this morning, angel, so …” he hums, pressing his boner into you.
Your mouth snaps open and you have to cover the handset with your hand to cover your voice, “Toru is mom,” you say shocked, “Dad gave her a pendant but it’s small and she was expecting something bigger for their anniversary, oh my … you naughty”
His smirk fades from his lips before he pulls away from you. “Tell her I said — hi —” he coos embarrassedly as he returns to his seat, settling his hard cock in his boxers.
He’s damn sexy as he gets out of the shower and wraps a towel around his hips making you lose your speech.
“What were we saying?” you blurt as you return to looking at yourself in the mirror, “uhu yeah, was small, something bigger would definitely fit better.”
Sukuna mumbles under his breath as he watches you roll your hair over your finger and does not deny that his thoughts immediately go there.
When he drops the towel you instinctively lick your lips. “Now now, you were gagging on the tip last night,” he hums, pinning you against the sink, “and you whimpered that it was — too deep — this morning, so what are you complaining about, princess mmh?”
Your cheeks begin to burn with embarrassment and a smirk curls his lips, “Dad I’ll call you later.” His gears begin to spin as you close the call with your father.
“Was that your father?” he asks squinting his eyes realizing that he had probably misunderstood everything, “damn.”
Dinner that same night with your family was rather quiet.
His wet hair tickles your legs as he lies in bed with you, tired after the last mission. His eyes begin to close as you run your fingers through his tousled locks, before snapping open and casting you a look.
“Well, seeing his father, I didn’t think he would be so small,” you murmur, giving him a smile.
Megumi pushes your hand away from his head before turning onto his side and when you close the call and try to snuggle into his back he grumbles. “Why don’t you go to my father if I’m so ‘small’.”
Your eyes snap open and when you force him to turn his eyebrow rises, “what the hell are you talking about?” you ask amused.
He snorts as he pulls himself up onto his elbows, “what is small mh?” he asks frowning. You start laughing when you realize he misunderstood your phone call. “I went to see my friend, the one who was pregnant” you smile clutching his side, “her baby is small and seeing her husband I thought it would be, you know, bigger than it is.”
“Oh … well” he runs a hand over his face embarrassed dropping down on the mattress and wrapping his arm around you, “sorry, I …mh” - you press your lips to his cheek for how cute he is when embarrassed
He has a big smile on his face as he sits on the couch with you, one arm wrapped around your waist pulling you to him.
“Yeah, so damn small, that wasn’t enough for me at all,” you grumble into the phone with one of your college friends.
Yuji raises an eyebrow before pressing a kiss to your temple, “what was small, love?” he asks curiously.
You press a finger to your lips to shut him up but he pouts, pushing his face into the crook of your neck.
“The water in the shower was cold this morning maybe that’s why he looked small,” he whines catching your attention.
Your eyebrows draw together and when you look at him he has pouty lips, “what are you talking about? Today the portion in the cafeteria was small and I was hungry all day” you murmur moving a strand of hair from his forehead.
He freezes. Redness colors his cheeks in obvious embarrassment and his gaze flies between his thighs, “thank gods,” he mutters, letting out a sigh of relief.
