HI IM NEW BUT IMAGINE IF SUKUNA AND ITADORI ARE SHARING A S/O AND WHILE ITADORI IS KISSING THE S/O HIS

HI IM NEW BUT IMAGINE IF SUKUNA AND ITADORI ARE SHARING A S/O AND WHILE ITADORI IS KISSING THE S/O HIS HAND SIPS INTO THEIR PANTS BUT SUKUNAS MOUTH APPEARS ON HIS HAND AND STARTS LICKING THE S/O AKSJDHDNKSKSKXJDJDJJSKSK I COULDN'T GET THIS OFF MY MIND AHHHHHHHH

BDJKHDSJFKS BIG BRAIN MOMENT IM IN LOVE 

i feel like being with yuuji would incite a lot of make out sessions, because yuuji loves nothing more than kissing you. he can spend hours doing it, pressing his lips to yours, kissing you open mouthed, messy and hot and slipping his tongue to press against yours, his hands gripping at your waist and your hips and trailing to fondle with your breasts and ass. 

and at some point, you’re lazily kissing him, laying down on the bed, him hovering by your side, not completely on top of you. one hand of yours is twisting in his hair, the other is at the back of his neck. his hand is trailing up and down your upper body, ghosting over your breasts hidden behind a flimsy shirt, down to your stomach, stopping right at the hem of your shorts. 

he’s not pushing that boundary yet, not unless you give him the okay. it’s not as if you hadn’t gone further with him; you have, but only a couple of times. especially with the fact that you’d just begun exploring the dynamic of both yuuji and sukuna sharing you. the most either of you, you and yuuji, had done is slipped either hand down each other’s pants, and you’re yet to share a sexual encounter with sukuna. so while it’s not a completely unfamiliar feeling to have yuuji teetering the edge carefully, it’s also not unusual that he’s being hesitant.

all he needs is one push from you, a sign, for you to guide him. so you lift up your hips, moaning against his lips, wordlessly asking him for more. all hesitation falls off of him, and kissing you harder, his fingers finally slip past the hem of your shorts, dipping into your panties. he first teases, nudging your clit, pressing against your entrance, until you pant against him, pleading, “please, more,” and he finally gives you what you want. a finger presses inside of you, slowly entering you, allowing you to adjust at the pace you desire. he pushes the digit inside of you at a generous pace, deepening his finger with every thrust, until he adds another. his lips leave yours, aiming for your jaw, your neck, keeping your lips by his ear where he can hear everything perfectly. 

with two fingers inside of you now, he picks up the pace, shifting to lift himself up more, changing the angle to reach even deeper, so that with every menacing curl, he brushes against the spot within you. you’re already a gasping mess at the feel of his fingers stretching you open, but when his palm presses down against your clit, providing you necessary friction to drive you closer and closer to the edge, the last thing you expect is to feel a tongue prodding at the bundle of nerves, and you freeze. yuuji’s too lost in how you sound and the feel of your cunt clenching around his fingers to notice sukuna’s mouth appearing on his palm, and enough to mistake the way you freeze for your body naturally tensing up. 

sukuna’s tongue starts to lap at your clit as yuuji picks up the pace, his fingers thrusting harsher, your cunt gushing and drenching his palm, your panties and your shorts. sukuna latches his mouth around your clit, sucking and rolling it lightly between his teeth. you have half a mind to reach down to grasp yuuji’s wrist, wondering out loud in a breathless tone, “i think— i think sukuna’s—”

when yuuji looks down, he sees the mouth on his palm release your clit, grinning wickedly. another appears on yuuji’s cheek, and sukuna asks, in a teasing voice, “would you like me to stop?” 

fuck no you don’t. 

so you shake your head, weakly, maybe with a little bit of shame, and sukuna’s mouth reappears on yuuji’s palm, and yuuji’s fingers push into your cunt again. it’s almost as if it’s a competition, now that yuuji’s aware of sukuna. he fucks you so hard with his fingers, whispering in your ear how he wants to see you cum, how pretty you look like this for him, spreading your legs for him, how good your cunt feels around his fingers. sukuna stays silent, but you can hear him hum and laugh, you can feel it too, around your clit, with his mouth pressed against you. 

the overstimulation, the feel of a mouth on your clit, fingers in your cunt, the knowledge of the both of them pleasuring you at the same time— it snaps the tight coil in your stomach, and you cum, body tensing up before spasming uncontrollably, shaking and trembling and drenching through your shorts, the sound of your cunt gushing so lewd as yuuji continues to fuck you through your orgasm, sukuna eating you out. it leaves you a hazy, numb mess, but it’s only after the aftershocks have worn off do you realize, neither of them are stopping. it’s almost as if it’s an agreement they’ve come to. 

they need to make you cum like that again. 

hiii. can i request a rough nsfw with sukuna where he's so frustrated with jujutsu sorcerers that he decided to unleash those said frustrations on the reader? like he just won't stop until he release all the stress inside him— kshjsch i feel like sukuna would do that 😳 he'll be rough all night long

warning: degradation, choking, breath play, very mild pain kink, hate fucking

ryoumen sukuna x fem!reader

i feel the same way so thank you, i’m going to be thinking about this for a long time

“you know, i really thought you’d put up more of a fight.”

the grip he had on your neck was bruising, but certainly a lot looser than you thought the king of curses would be. your hands clawed at him nonetheless, although the whole current concept of being shoved against the wall of your bedroom wasn’t exactly something you were complaining about.

the three impatient raps at your door earlier had you rolling out of bed, wanting to sleep after your latest mission. you’d thought it was yuuji, hungry for your warmth, but when you unlocked the door, rubbing your eyes and stifling a yawn, you’d been unceremoniously shoved backwards, the wind knocked out of you when your back met the wall. the glint of tattoos on a familiar face in the moonlight coming from your window told you all you needed to know.

sukuna watched you curiously and then his sickening grin was back, fingers squeezing a little harder. you gasped, stretching your neck away. “what? not going to answer?” he sneered, “maybe you all really are the same. scared little fucking sorcerers.” he leaned closer, breath fanning across your face. “isn’t that fucking stupid? you’re all a bunch of scaredy cats, aren’t you?” he pouted mockingly when he spat out the name. his lips were so close, if you just tilted forward—

no. whatever morbid fascination you harbored towards him didn’t change the fact he was... well... him. you stood your ground, leaning forward to bump your nose against his, your own scowl evident. “you can’t do anything, sukuna. once we find all the—”

“all my fingers you mean? the ones you can’t destroy on your own so you have to come up with some little plan to get rid of me?” he laughed bitterly in your face and you bit your lip, trying to calm your fury before you did something you’d regret. “it’s all the same. you’re scared of me. you don’t have the upperhand. never will,” he whispered at the end.

“i’m not scared of you.” your thoughts tumbled out of your mouth plainly without a second of hesitation, but the tilt of his head in question, his forehead brushing against yours, made you think that perhaps telling the truth around him was a very bad idea.

it was dark, hard to see his face, but god he was so close. “yeah? what are you then?”

good question. wait, no, bad question. bad, very bad, because you already knew the answer to it. or... did you? vocal chords at a stand still, there was no way to verbalize what you felt.

“hurry up, brat.” sukuna tightened his grip on your neck before loosening it just the smallest bit so you could speak. “i don’t have all day. how do you feel then? you with your little human emotions.”

words... what are the words. it turns out staring down a literal demon king in the eyes wasn’t the optimal place to think. “i... i don’t know.” your voice was small, unsure, lying.

the staring contest, backed by deafening silence, continued for a mere beat longer as you regarded each other with quiet contemplation. you could just barely make out his eyes and the curve of his lips, parted slightly. his breath was warm.

you couldn’t take it anymore and it seemed like he couldn’t either—you both automatically tilted your heads, lips pressing against each other easily, eyes falling shut. mouths sliding against the other, he gently pushed your head back to hit the wall, tongues running over one another. it was slow, hot, and you decided you should probably thank yuuji for keeping his lips so soft.

sukuna sucked your bottom lip between his own and your hands fell away from his grip on your neck to pull him closer by the front of his shirt (he hadn’t ripped it apart yet, an impressive feat). his leg slipped between your own, and you pushed down on it with your hips, the friction making you open your mouth further to him, something enticing about the fact he was a very good kisser.

but then it was like a switch flipped and his hold on your neck tightened once again. “what... what am i doing,” you thought he mumbled, voice hoarse (then again, your brain wasn’t exactly listening when you were busy making out with someone like him), kiss faltering for a brief moment. his lips curled into a frown, disdainful.

shoving you further into the wall as he pushed against you with his mouth, sukuna was all sharp teeth and rough lips now, swallowing up your whimpers, nothing soothing about it like his previous actions.

“i fucking hate you,” he spat, his hand abandoned your neck and moved up to squish your cheeks together, finding satisfaction in the way your lips puckering out, barely able to move. “do you hear me? i hate all of you.”

“the feeling’s mutual,” you mumbled around his grip, hazy from the kiss but knowing what you stood for, fury evident in your eyes and furrowed brows. he was the enemy. and you were... you. and... and...

you were met with a bitter laugh, your stomach curling into knots at the sound. you hadn’t noticed his free hand tugging at your waistband until it was too late, his hand slipping in and wasting no time running two fingers harshly against your soaking folds. “why are you dripping wet then? a slut and a liar?”

“fuck off,” you mumbled again, a lot quieter this time, face burning hot from embarrassment.

“i’ll fuck off when you stop acting like you want to fuck me.”

his words made you straightened up. “i- i’m not—”

“you’re not acting? mmm,” sukuna let go of your cheeks just enough that he could properly kiss you, tongue forcing it’s way past your lips, “of course you’re not. of course.” he was mocking you and you couldn’t say anything.

a finger pushed into your heat and you bit down on his lip in surprise, although the pain only seemed to spur him on further, a second finger easily shoving its way in next to the first. curling, pushing, rubbing against that sensitive, spongy spot inside of you, sukuna’s fingers had your legs shaking, the knee he still had pressed between them the only thing keeping you up at this rate. the grip on your face as he hummed against your mouth prevented you from avoiding eye contact with him, lips wet as he disregarded any type of mess he was making.

he was everywhere at once and you felt trapped. hot—it was too hot, your body was burning.

“su- ku... n... a,” his name came out garbled between the onslaught of your face being squished together and the sloppy kisses he pressed into you at irregular intervals. when his thumb rubbed against your clit as the two fingers continued to pump in and out, you gripped his shirt so hard you were sure you would rip it this time. “too... mmm,” a kiss that was more tongue than lip cut you off and you weren’t even sure if he heard you as you choked out the next words, “mmm, hah— much, suku—”

at once he released you, almost letting you drop to the floor, but you were able to just barely steady yourself against the wall in time. sukuna stepped back and away from your shaking form. you were gasping, lungs burning.

“w...why did you—”

“i can listen you know.” you could practically feel his eye roll from his dripping tone, even if you weren’t looking at him. “‘too much.’” he laughed as he mocked you. “more like you’re too weak.”

you were thankful he actually seemed to have a brain, but still— “you’re an idiot.” fuck, your lungs hurt, the retort scraping against the walls of them. he was good. it had been a while since anyone had left your head spinning like that.

sukuna flicked a hand dismissively. “‘an idiot’ who’s giving you a chance to breathe, you brat.” he decided to ignore the name for now, thankfully for you (although you didn’t exactly see it that way).

you couldn’t choke out another snarky response and simply focused on clearing your head. he gave you a chance to think and once you seemed clear-minded, he wasted no further time.

“bed.”

you blinked, eyes bleary, peering up at him from where you bent over, trying to catch your breath. “w...what?”

“on the bed. now.” he shoved his hands into his pockets, watching you blankly as you regained your senses. “unless you want me to fuck you on the floor?”

“no...” god, what was with you? or rather... what was with him? the ache in your core answered your question, your cunt feeling so empty now—he hadn’t even bothered to let you cum and you already wanted his fingers stuffed back into you. he was irresistible—you felt stupid even having the thought.

sukuna’s eyes narrowed, close to shoving you to the ground to finish what he started but exercising restraint for your sake. you’d need it. “i’m being nice and giving you a chance to get comfortable on your stupid bed, you idiot. go. now.” he was getting tired of repeating himself.

the last few snarky words and your own desire for him actually had you moving this time, climbing up onto the bed a few steps away and settling uncertainly onto the covers. you went to look up for further instructions but he was already on you, both of you tumbling back onto the mattress as he practically shoved his tongue down your throat, hands pushing up and under your shirt to squeeze your tits.

“take this off.”

you automatically pulled at the hem of the flimsy t-shirt at his command, sukuna giving you just enough room to get it over your head, and then his teeth were on your exposed breasts, marking them up. your fingers threaded through his hair, his head moving under your touch as you watched his mouth work with half-lidded eyes.

you didn’t think you’d be able to change in front of anyone any time soon, already knowing the blossoming colors of bruises would be apparent the next morning. reminder to self: cancel your upcoming shopping trip with nobara; the dressing rooms with her would surely be a disaster if he kept this up.

“who’s are these?” his grip was rough when he cupped your breasts, squeezing.

you immediately knew the answer he was looking for, all too eager to hand it over. “yours. fuck, they’re all yours.” your hands ran through his hair, urging him to continue his onslaught on the previously unmarked skin.

sukuna laughed, thumbing your nipples, giving one of them a light lick that made you squirm. “you’re more obedient than i thought you’d be.” he pinched the buds, rolling them between his fingers as you squeezed your eyes closed, gasping at the pain. “but that’s enough of that.” your eyes snapped open, about to ask him what the fuck he meant by that, but he was already setting to work.

his fingers hooked around your sleeping bottoms and pulled them down with your underwear, the night air cold against your damp lips. you rubbed your thighs together but his hands on your knees forced them apart as he peered down at you. you felt so exposed under his hungry gaze, entirely bare for him to see while he was still dressed. unfair.

“wanna see. don’t close them,” was his short, clipped explanation as he kept your legs spread. one hand on your knee, sukuna brought the fingers of his other to run along your folds again just as he had done before, except this time he could actaully see how you quivered under him, cunt glistening and dripping. he slipped two fingers to run between the folds and then popped them in his mouth, sucking the slick from his fingers and maintaining eye contact with you the entire time. you couldn’t look away.

he hummed, content as he licked the last bit off of the tips. “you don’t taste bad for a slut.”

all the focus was on you, him criticizing everything little thing you did, and you were a mess because of it. not even a chance to run your hands over his chest? unacceptable. you pointedly ignored his comment, pining after some form of a reward instead. “at least take your shirt off. thought you hated those things.” the clothing ratio here was starting to grate on your nerves.

sukuna rolled his eyes but crossed his arms over his chest to grab ahold of the sides of his fitted t-shirt and tug it over his head. you watched, mouth watering at the sight—the moon provided excellent illumination for the scene, his body revealed inch by painstaking inch as he disposed of the fabric. god, he was so hot. you hated it.

muscles on display, sukuna raised an eyebrow at you as though he were asking, happy now? your silent reply came when you reached up to run your hands over the dips of his abs, his chest solid and tattoos curling over the surface.

“that’s better.” you made a show of your gaze tracing over the surface before looking up at him, smiling to yourself. “surprised you didn’t just rip it off.”

sukuna simply scoffed and swatted your hand away, moving from between your legs so he could work off his pants and kick them off to the side.

“knew you’d like to see me take it off properly,” he answered at last, back to you as he wiggled out of his boxers finally and chucked them off the foot of the bed. you didn’t get much time to admire his flexing back muscles before he was on you again, settling between your legs like he knew he belonged there (you weren’t sure you could argue with that point).

he pumped his cock, grabbing one of your legs and pushing it back. precum leaked from his tip, length already fully hard, and sukuna was enjoying your gaze on him maybe a little too much. leg shoved back and in the air, you whimpered when he rubbed the head along you. you didn’t need prep after being fucked by his fingers earlier you supposed and you weren’t sure you’d even be patient enough to sit through him stretching you out any further with anything but his dick.

you wanted to feel it yourself and so you reached a hand out to wrap around the base, captivated by how he watched you as you thumbed the slit, breathing heavy but not saying anything, letting you do what you wanted.

you wanted it in you so badly.

when he opened his mouth in question, eyes flitting up to yours, you were quick to cut him off, already knowing what he was going to ask. “yes, i’m sure.” you didn’t know curses could actually be compassionate, and it was cute when his jaw locked hard at your confirmation and he nodded, shifting his gaze back to your hand.

you released his cock and sukuna set back to lining it up with you, grip on your leg locking the limb in place. you shivered under his hold and he grunted when the head nudged your entrance, slowly pushing in.

“fuck. take it. take it all in. fucking slut.” he sunk fully in in one motion, the pace enough not to have you screaming out at the stretch but making your breath catch in your throat all the same. “yes, just like that. a good bitch, that’s what you are, aren’t you? look at you.”

you didn’t even know what to think at this point, a shaky resemblance to his name tumbling from you, more so a moan than actual talking. you could feel him everywhere—so full, so overwhelmingly full.

shoving your leg back further until it was almost painful, cock bottomed out in you, sukuna snapped his fingers in front of your face. “i asked you a question, brat. or are you already too fucked out of your mind to answer?”

you couldn’t breathe, head heavy, and tried to nod in confirmation as you struggled to puzzle through his words, but then you shook your head to answer no—god, you were confused. what was the right answer? what was happening?

maybe you really were already too fucked out of your mind. you vaguely recalled his words from earlier and were able to form a somewhat coherent response. “a good bitch... yes, i a- wait.” what were you saying? first you let him fuck you and now you’re openly submitting to him? the curse that had nearly cost you and your friends your lives countless times?

pride wouldn’t let you go along with his little game even as your dripping pussy told a different story. “i’m not anything to you.”

sukuna scoffed, hips grinding into you as he leaned over you, hooking both of your legs over his shoulders and pressing them back, close to your head. “and here i thought we were actually starting to get along.” a mirthless laugh left him, both of you eye-to-eye now where you lay.

fire burning in your eyes, you were very much reminded why you hated him so much. a self-obsessed asshole was what he was. “i’m not exactly looking to be friends with the king of curses, you idiot.”

“but look at you now. you wanted this.” he licked a stripe up the side of your neck, pausing at the base of your jaw to grin and press a sweet kiss to the area. you shivered and your hands found his shoulders to grip onto. he wasn’t wrong about the wanting it part—the amount of times you’d fantasized about exactly this was concerning. “i wonder what would happen if your little friends knew about how you really felt. what’s that term you like to use? ‘fraternizing with the enemy?’”

sukuna laughed again when your expression fell, face hot at the reminder of the others. “i suppose this is considered a bit more than mere fraternizing though, hm?” he continued, smiling and kissing your cheek.

whatever. no one would find out anyway. expect... expect maybe... yuuji—what had happened to him anyway for this to happen? knowing him, he’d probably been too tired after the last mission and sukuna had easily switched in—the same mission that seemed to have set sukuna even further along in his fury against jujutsu sorcerers this night.

you weren’t dating yuuji per say (it was... complicated), so your qualms when it came to fucking the curse possessing him were... minimal to say the least. you wouldn’t have done it if you were already taken, couldn’t have done that to yuuji, sweet as he was. but even in spite of all that, sukuna was right... this whole thing was so... no, don’t think about it.

you didn’t care either way (...maybe)—you couldn’t let his words get to you.

“just move already.”

you heard him grumble, annoyed, and he propped himself up to hover above your face. “i was giving you time to adjust. you’re so ungrateful.”

and with that, sukuna snapped his hips into yours without another moment of hesitation and you dug your nails into his back, mouth open in a silent scream because fuck.

“ungrateful fucking brat.”

“more,” your voice was hoarse, focus narrowing in only on the way he was fucking you.

you weren’t sure if it was your words or his own desire that spurred him on, but he set a bruising pace from the start, the places where your hips met hurting every time he rammed back into you. he was marking up your neck, the area already feeling sensitive and oh-so overabused, yet you not wanting to tell him to stop.

sukuna’s hand wrapped around your neck again, the feeling familiar now and you clenched around him at the sensation, him growling when you did so. the slight squeeze of his fingers had you seeing stars, the light-headed feeling going straight to your building arousal.

just like before, his hand traveled up to squeeze your cheeks and he was hovering over your mouth again, lips brushing against your own from the momentum of his thrusts. “let me kiss you again.” sukuna’s eyes were dark, unreadable.

you were quick to act at that, not letting him lean down, but rather craning your neck up to latch onto him, moaning as your mouth fell open for him to push his tongue in. his hand released your face to travel down to tweak at your nipples and grip your breasts again, other hand holding your leg steady against him. “filthy fucking slut.” he forced the words into your mouth, speaking around your lips that kept chasing after him. “fuck, you’re so fucking tight.”

sukuna’s attention returned to your neck, leaving you to gasp into the air and missing his warmth against your face. when his thumb found your clit, your breath hitched and you knew you so close to coming undone. the rubbing of his cock against just the right spots inside of you, filling you so wholly was not helping.

“su...kuna, please, i’m gonna—” you were babbling, chest heavy when his teeth sank into your shoulder, stinging. his wet kiss on the area was cooling, the contrast making your head tilt further back, wanting to give him easy access to whatever he wanted.

“i’ve got you.” he was whispering against the wet skin, voice low with his pants, and you shivered, digging your nails into his back even more. “come on, brat, you want to cum for me, don’t you?” yes, you did. the stretch, his hands everywhere at once, his scraping lips—yes, you wanted to let everything go.

“fuck, fuck, fuck.” you let yourself come undone, heat filling your chest. everything was him—that’s all you knew in this state.

“look at you, creaming all over my cock. god, you’re so pretty. pretty little slut.” the words just kept flowing as he fucked you through your orgasm, chasing his own release.

when he finally came, your hole was aching, abused, the sound of skin against skin the only thing you could focus on, mind cloudy. his cum was hot and filling when it spilled into you, your stomach doing summersualts at the feeling. his pace gradually began to slow, the sopping sound of him fucking his cum into you as he rode out his own high the only sound besides your ragged breaths. when he eventually stopped, he was leaning over you, sweaty foreheads pressed together, and he pushed one final bruising kiss to your lips that you gladly returned.

you were panting, chest rising and falling unevenly. “fuck, oh my god.” you reached up pull him back into another kiss, needing something to hold onto. it was an easy kiss, no thought going into its form, just knowing that lips were meant to be on each other and slotted together. his lips were so soft, and his fingers along your side were so soft, and his chest against yours was so soft and you were absolutely lost to everything.

sukuna finally pulled back to let you breath, knowing you were probably stupid enough to just keep pulling him in more and more and ignoring your lung capacity until the very last second unless he stopped you.

chests heaving, you stared at each other and he brought a thumb up to rub at your swollen lips. you flicked your tongue out to lick at the digit playfully and smiled. a laugh bubbled out of you and he returned the grin, his own deep chuckle vibrating through you where you were still pressed against each other.

it was laughing that you moved to push him to roll off of you. “oh my god, i can’t believe we just-” the hand that gripped your wrist, your own hands still planted on his chest, stopped you immediately. his smile had morphed back into one that was anything but sweet.

you were suddenly aware of the ache in your legs where they were still pressed over his shoulders and the dull throbbing of your pussy as it begged for a break, him still not having pulled out—the look on his face told you that you wouldn’t be getting a break from those sensations any time soon.

“who said we’re done?” his teeth glinted in the moonlight and god the line was so cliche and he must’ve known you’d hate it so much. what you hated even more was the throb in your core at his words despite all that. “wanted to cum in you at least once, but your tits-” he paused to squeeze one of them for emphasis, “are looking a little too clean.” body covered in sweat and marks all over your chest from his handiwork made you think clean wasn’t exactly the correct description, although you understood his sentiment.

surprise ridden expression falling away, you rose to meet his challenge, your own grin reflecting back. how would it feel when he came on your stomach, on your face, on your ass—anywhere and everywhere? would it be the same feeling as before when he’d spilled inside of you? (would you get to taste it?)

the thought was horrible, you knew, but the trickle of white out of your hole around his cock and dripping onto the sheets made you think maybe it was okay to be horrible for once.

“do your worst, king.”

nsfw 18+ minors dni. f! reader, f. oral receiving, use of the nickname “puppy”.

note. bokuto and eating pussy— that’s it.

bokuto’s palms are warm where they’re grabbing your thighs, folding you in half until they’re pressed against your chest— in favour of him burying his face into your soaked cunt.

“you taste so good, puppy—fuck—“

the lower half of his face is glossy with a mixture of your arousal and his own spit, golden eyes cloudy with lust when they blink up at you from his place between your legs through his uncharacteristically flat hair.

bokuto’s tongue dips past your lips, slurping up at your slick and dipping into your tight walls, groaning at the taste of you, his hips rock against the bed— desperate for any sort of friction while his cock strains almost painfully against his shorts.

his mind feels dizzy, pulling away with a few heavy pants as he admires the way your cunt clenches around nothing— so pretty when you’re spread out for him, only wishing it was his cock gliding between your walls when his head dips back down.

bokuto flattens his tongue against your clit, rolling the sensitive bud while your thighs tremble. his eyes almost roll back when your hips twitch into his face, filling his senses with only you— while he nibbles on your clit, closing his lips around you and suckling until you’re a moaning mess below him, his strength keeping you pinned to the bed as he continues to slurp at your needy cunt.

the lewd sounds only growing louder as you near your release, his head shaking between your thighs while he buries himself even deeper into you, his own hips picking up their pace as they rock against the mattress below him— his breathing hitching as he closes his eyes, imagining it was his cock in place of his tongue.

“that’s it, puppy—fuckkk, nghhh—don’t wanna stop.”

can we get puppy bokuto stealing ur panties and you catch him and you decide to help him out <3

hm yes <3

puppyboy! bokuto + impatient! bokuto + breeding + panty stealing + (rough) male masturbation + mentions of punishments + backshots + manhandling + creampie + overstimulation + f! reader

— word count; 1k

it’s something akin to an innocent mistake- thinks it’s along the same vein as when you take his shirts, tail wagging happily behind him when you’ve been gone for a little too long (read: half an hour), happily grabbing at any article of clothing that smells the most like you.

he wanders around the house restlessly, shoving his face into your bed and growling in pure frustration when its not enough, finally making his way to the hamper full of dirtied clothes. whining while he’s ruffling around and he catches it, catches the scent of you and it sends him to a flurry of sharp whines and a pang directly to his cock. so easy to zero in on the pretty and delicate scrap of fabric dripping in your scent.

there’s a nagging voice in the back of his head that he just barely catches, he truthfully wants to grab it between his teeth and tear it to shreds, whispering at him to behave- he knows you hate it when he makes a mess of your clothing, but its almost indignant in the way he takes it into your shared room, already tugging at his cock on the way with it pressed up to his nose.

his tail swings behind him in a heavy arch, happy to relieve some of the anxiousness bubbling in his chest- it comes full force when you leave, and now he’s trying to calm it down by falling face first into the bed, hand nestled between the mattress and his body, still drooling all over the thin fabric, taking it between his teeth because he just wants more and more.

it feels good for just a little bit, enough to keep him hooked on the feeling of his rough and careless hand fucking his cock just barely giving him pleasure, too busy with that and not the sound of you opening the door and finding him nearly eating your panties.

the sight is nearly enough to have you forgive him, but you see the fabric and know its your favorite pair- you can see the way his body jolts, trying to twist away from the rough tugging of his cock, too caught up in finishing that you know hes not really enjoying himself and figure this is punishment enough.

gentle padding of your feet finally snap him out of it, turning his head towards you- unabashed at the way your underwear has been soaked with drool, dropping down onto the bed in a messy heap- whole body reaching for you.

“messy pup.” you tease- and the simple purr of your voice breaks whatever restrain he had, hurriedly settling you on his lap, cock drooling all over your bottoms, shoving his mouth to lick a sweet spot all the way up your neck.

bokuto nods, ears fully pressed to his head because he knows, he knows but his cock hurts and he needs you.

there’s no time wasted between the frantic tugging of your clothes and you splayed onto the bed- pretty, lying like a pretty little thing ready to receive all he’s set out to give and you let him grab, tug- flip you until you can barely keep up with each movement, near embarrassed at how he’s spreading you open and the sound of it resonating throughout the room graces your ears.

he’s nearly shaking by the time his hand wanders down to pick his heavy cock up and line it to your cunt, shuffling until there's no room, no space between the back of your thighs and the front of his- forgetting any semblance of restraint and sliding in so fast, pushing in against the little restraint your dripping cunt gives.

bouncing you already, his strong- wide hands just bring you back onto him, reveling in the sight of you squirming and sobbing, just by the little thrusts he’s given, ears pricking up at the sounds of gentle and shrill cries.

“you left me.” he whines, words hiccuped between each hammered thrust of frantic hips against you, hand hurriedly coming up to pin your head back down onto the bed- knowing you wanna refute his statement, too happy and dizzy in the way your pretty cunt feels around his already red and leaky cock, easy to splay you out like he wants, positioned in a way that satiates this deep need to breed and breed and breed.

there’s no time he gives himself before he’s already cumming- biting down onto nothing at all, teeth grinding against one another because you’re just so good. your cunt sucks him in so well, and he just can’t wait.

its not enough, knows its not because he hasn't felt you squeeze round the width of him and now there’s nothing stopping him from the chase- sloppy cock sliding out of you with a burning fervor, displacing any thought of it being too much for him with the image of you cumming.

leaning down to nose against your shoulder, throbbing in need to bite you, to keep you down and let him fuck you till you're creaming- but he’s already been bad and there’s nothing more he loves than being your good boy, even now.

and just like him- you stood no chance, thighs begging to clamp tight, just so you can somewhat squeeze him off, but you cant and now all you're left to do is lay there and take it while your treacherous cunt cums around him, only further adding to the fever the both of you have gone under.

bokuto can’t think, frantic breaths tumbling out while he tries to stay upright, ears perked and watchful of you- waiting until you’ve undergone a strong orgasm, hips sticky, all from the cum displaced with every thrust.

now he can take the time needed to take care of you- no longer being pushed around by tugging need nestled in his tummy, happy with the amount of cum still nestled inside.

with gentle movements- he puts you on your side, wrapping you up tight to him. knowing that when you can articulate your thoughts words of praise will fall from them.

tw // nsfw , fluffy at the end

oh, sukuna loves when you slap him on the face while doing the deed. he thrives off the confidence turning fear in your eyes when he roses up from between your thighs just to look at you. he doesn't need to speak as you're already stopping your smile while positioning yourself on all fours, ready to take whatever punishment he wants to give to you. when you hear it. a low, sensual mumble that makes you shiver.

«do it again»

it's decisive, an order you can't escape from. you turn around again, putting yourself in the same place as you were before. then he enters, his big cock splitting your pussy in half, and you comply to the order. you slap him across his face as hard as you can. he tilts his head to the back, eyes closed, still pounding into you, passion all over his face and body.

«again»

he says. it's a give and receive of pleasure and after five of your own orgasms he comes as well, sprouting his seed inside your womb. you think it's over, that your master will send you away in a couple minutes after he finishes to catch his breath, "like he needs to" you think.

until you feel two arms circling your waist and four eyes looking at you. you gaze at the bigger ones... to think you found them strange and used to avoid them, and now they're your favorites. your eyes fall on the red spots on his cheeks, still there after your previous actions. an idea crosses your mind and you're quick to act before embarrassment overwhelms you. sukuna feels something unusually soft on his cheek, almost like a feather, and when he realizes it's you he notices your touch is completely different from before. not like he experienced this type of touch before, it was strange to him, but he liked it, just like he loves your harsh hands during sex. it's funny, almost hilarious. he found himself completely silent: your actions resulted alien, and sukuna finds himself remembering all the other little things you gave him while sharing the bed in the past, now everyone of your touches burns on his skin.

and then sukuna realizes that the other concubines are nothing compared to you, they are boring, always scared. but you, oh, you are so much funnier and easygoing and you can be tender towards him and it is lovely... wait, what the fuck is he thinking?!

«you may go back to your chamber human»

you get up, take all your clothing and go where he commanded you to with unsteady legs. sukuna imagined that those kind of thoughts would go away with you, but how wrong he is.

sheesh, this didn't turn out how i imagined it. at first it should've been pure filth, but lately i'm in my feels for him soooo

ʏᴏᴜ ᴀꜱᴋᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ʜᴀʀᴅᴇʀ

characters: gojo, nanami, toji, sukuna | daddies

warnings: i bet their desire to destroy your pussy? smut, daddy kink, breeding kink. squirt as a bonus for you <3 sukuna once called you slut.

butler's remark: hi, lord, i'm back with another smut hdc abt jjk. so, daddies are here, willing to destroy your pussy and mind, so why not get into it? [quite big, sorry]

ꜰᴜꜱʜɪɢᴜʀᴏ ᴛᴏᴊɪ:

ok, let's start with daddy toji. if you don't mind, i'll ask a question. do you want to spend a week or two in bed? cause, trust me, you won't be able to move your legs if you'll ask toji to do your request.

do you ask me for proofs or a story? i'm here to serve you, here you go.

you saw that prank somewhere on tiktok, wondering what your lover would do if you ask him that.

he is into paint your walls into white liquid when you dig your nails on his back, murmur your thoughts.

you covered your mouth, pretending you didn't mean it.

in a flash, your hands were above your head as toji grabbed them in his hand, smirking at your confused face. 'harder? are you gonna handle it?'

his pace is rapid, the wiggling of his hips, fucking you mindless. feeling as how your walls are clenching his cock as he's building and building and building up your coil to the high. 'don't blame me, kitten, if i'll put a baby in your stomach and you'll give me the powerful heir.'

toji with honor and pride do your request as if it's your last time. basically, he lives for your whining and purr like a kitten when he reaches to the bud inside you.

ɢᴏᴊᴏ ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ:

firstly, he stopped his movements, looking at you with you deer eyes as if asking: you mean it?

would be insecure for a couple of seconds.

'am i not good at it?' or 'is my baby unsatisfied with my cock?' and the last one: 'i'll make her brain into mush with my cock in her tight pussy.'

breeding kink is mandatory.

as far as you know, gojo loves to tease and be playful with everyone, so as you wanted to twitch his cock, almost get the ecstasy feeling, satoru pulled his dick out, hearing your saddened purr. 'shall i put it back, bunny, shall i? should i breed your tight hole with my cum?'

you nodded, as your empty pussy is full with the cock.

gojo is proud and he doesn't hide it - watching how your tits bouncing every time his balls touching your bare skin is amazing.

he kissed your forehead, nudging inside you faster, stretching your gummy and redden walls with the tip - don't lie to him, you are enjoying, yeah?

the friction of his cock against your walls is of the scale, he's barely had time to pull out, cumming on your thighs. 'the next i'll cum in your mouth, princess'

ꜱᴜᴋᴜɴᴀ ʀʏᴏᴍᴇɴ:

excuse me.. you asked sukuna to go harder? what can i tell, have a nice walk tomorrow?

ok, let me tell you what you'll get if you ever try to say the king that phrase.

would be complacent to full as you whispered in his ear that sweet line, perhaps you did it as you were lost in pleasure.

sukuna is ratcheting up, grinning at your facial expression - did you think he won't do it?

he doesn't like taking someone's orders but if it comes to you and your pleasure - ask him whatever, sukuna will do it.

in a rough way, of course.

the way his dick disappears and appears is staggering. for years and years being king of curses he has inhuman stamina, willingly to rip your pussy.

he caresses with an index finger on your clit as only you can do is to exhale sharply as sukuna's tip touching your coil in the stomach.

'you haven't got my permission to cum.' his low voice didn't let you milk his dick. 'beg me for it, slut.'

if anyone had heard as how from a shy and cute girl you've turned into a pathetic slut for sukuna, obediently doing everything he has told you - god, what a shame.

what you can't do for a good orgasm, right? sukuna will breed your mouth with his salty liquid, as a reward for good work.

ɴᴀɴᴀᴍɪ ᴋᴇɴᴛᴏ:

kento always tries to go with a slow pace, deep but slow, enjoying every second of your intercourse, covering your face with soft kisses.

not that he can't and doesn't want to beat whining that letting out from your mouth. he knows his dick is big and thick, so he prefers to do at a steady pace.

but if you'd drop the phrase: 'd-daddy, fuck me h-harder,' practically uttering that as your body covers in a shiver as you feel the wave of an orgasm. 'oh, cutie, how could i say no.'

kento nanami turns into the daddy within a sec as you're shattering and arching back. he bent you over as your face felt the silk pillow, feeling as he pulls out his cock. 'say you want my thick cock in your pussy, lovely, and i won't disappoint you.'

he presses his body against you, inflicting a devastating, yet mind-blowing, thrust into a spongy coil.

his pushes - are everything you're concentrating on. his pace, his dirty phrases - is overwhelming.

you can't say a warning word but cum loudly, muffling your moans with a pillow. it was enough for nanami too - your walls virtually squeezing out his sperm. 'my love, i love you so much' <3

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he-he~~