Sukuna Was So Used To Being On Top Of You And Stuffing You Deep With Dick That The Idea Of Having You

sukuna was so used to being on top of you and stuffing you deep with dick that the idea of having you on top of him didn't even for a second cross his mind, almost like it was forbidden. he loved the fact that it was like this—how he got to take control and feed you how much dick he wanted you to have, inch by inch, making sure you weren't too greedy.

of course, for the longest fucking time, this was okay with you.

when the two of you were intertwined in the bed with your eyes getting blurry and your sweaty bodies rubbing against each other, you never took more than a second to think about the positions and how you were never the one in control.

the more you thought about it, the more your mouth salivated at the thought of bouncing up and down. slamming down on his dick while he whined and groaned, trying to look tough while he gripped your hips to show how good he was feeling.

the roughness and aggressiveness with which he slammed into you repeatedly felt so good that it had your soul fucked out, but you just wanted a little slither of sukuna begging you to stop, or he was going to cum inside of you, or just the look of defeat while he was under you trying not to cum.

you were always going to get what you wanted, no matter the outcome.

there you were, sitting on top of him as he laid down, paying you no mind. thats exactly what you wanted—for him to be distracted—and it worked in your favor. sliding his dick inside of you with ease, he didn't notice until he felt himself throb against your wet walls that were clinging onto him.

"this is what we're doing, huh? get up." a smirk on your face as you listen to his pleading words, lowering yourself onto him fully until it feels like it is breaking you apart. with how thick his dick was, you were surprised you could bear this any other day.

a few more seconds to get used to his size for the hundredth time, and there you were, bouncing on it with no regret. the words that were coming out were barely comprehensible, just loud grunts as he got the shit fucked out of him.

the breath that swirled in his chest was no longer there. he was glaring up at you as you smirked down at him. this feeling was like finally catching something that was running down a long dirt road—the rush of adrenaline rushing through your bones and ecstasy that slipped through your brain.

drool trickling out of the corner of your mouth and onto his bare chest as you kept bouncing on his dick, no sense of stopping anytime soon, no complaints coming out of sukunas rancid mouth, just his beautiful moans you had been craving for months.

one of his eyes twitching as your pace got faster and sloppier, watching you try to keep your balance along with that unrealistic pace you were trying to get, which was cute to say the least. like watching a baby bird try to fly, gripping your hips as you tried, your walls clenching around him.

your mouth opening slightly as you would our heads back, squeezing your eyes shut and riding out the high. this was supposed to be for sukuna, but you got sucked into the pleasure, leading yourself to use him like a dildo that you couldn't care for, but hearing his groans got you off more than anything, knowing you were going to do this again.

Subby pathetic pussy drunk hongjoong mayhaps ?

Blue Ribbons

cw. nsfw, afab!reader, pussy drunk joong, overstimulation, creampies *not proofread, just pure horny

[im just a little crazy]

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Pussy drunk Joong is a menace in it of itself but when you throw in the submissive factor? He’s a fucking monster.

I always say this but I truly mean it this time. He just can’t help himself.

You’re so pretty and pliant for him and your wet cunt hugs his cock so well and you’re so warm and he just needs to give you more of him.

When riding him turns into him holding you to his chest so he can pound into you and fill your pretty pussy with his cum.

The whiniest pretty boy ever. He whimpers too. He babbles a lot. He can not and will not shut up.

Constant whines and whimpers while he says ‘just one more, just one more’ even if you’re both beyond overstimulated. He just loves making you feel good.

cw: slightly suggestive when nanami kento saw his wife about to leave the house in a stunning, tight sundress, he swore his whole world stopped for a moment.

“honey?”

“hm?” you glanced at him, then looked back at the mirror, trying not to stab yourself with your earring. nanami cleared his throat. “where are you going?” he asked as he walked over, standing behind you and sliding his hands around your waist.

“i’m having lunch with my friends, sweetie. i told you that this morning, remember?” you raised a brow, confused. your husband nodded dazedly, his eyes glued to your figure.

“right.” he swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. “where are you going to have lunch?” he asked, his hands gently roaming over your body, feeling the fabric of the dress he so badly wanted to tear off you.

“that cafe we always go to…” you trailed off, finally securing your earring. “are you okay?” you met his gaze through the mirror. “i do this once a month—same place, same people.”

he nodded, humming in acknowledgment. you stayed silent for a moment, trying to figure out what had him so distracted. now that your earring was in place, you became hyper-aware of his hands, their slow, deliberate movements over your hips, squeezing in that familiar way that told you he was restraining himself from acting on his desires.

oh.

a blush crept up your cheeks as you realized nanami hadn’t seen this dress on you yet. you’d just bought it last week and forgot to show him. “kento?”

you called out to him, but he seemed too entranced by the way the dress clung to your curves. he leaned in closer, burying his nose in your neck, his hands trailing down to squeeze your thighs.

you let out a startled moan, hastily covering your mouth. he inhaled deeply, the scent of your perfume overwhelming his senses.

“your friends won’t mind if you’re a few minutes late, right?”

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