club promoter!sukuna and his mouth kink⦠again
warnings: nsfw - 18+! smut, unprotected piv, finger sucking, crude language, implied consensual recording, creampie
"just like that," sukuna grits through his teeth. one of his thick hands grip your hip, calloused fingers digging into the soft, bruised skin β leaving behind sweaty fingertip shaped marks of his affection. every time you wince, he makes sure to add just a tad more pressure.
he's laying flat on your bed, your silk sheets cooling the heat that is burning off his back. city lights streaming in from the lazily closed blinds, hues of every color known to man washing over your body as you work yourself over him. a flash of red twinkling on your bouncing breasts and your shaky hands pinching your hard nipples. blue shining on the sweat clinging to your collarbones. a gleam of violet spotlighting your wet sex, arousal spilling onto the insides of your quivering thighs, his length, and the patch of salmon colored hair right under his happy trail.
his other hands grip his phone, back camera capturing you in all your fucked out glory. his crimson eyes watching everything back through his cracked screen, finding new body parts to give a leading role. pausing at your breast whenever you rise up a little more then you intended to, the tip of his cock the only thing stretching you out. the jitter of your tits when you slam back down on him looks cinematic through the screen.
the microphone and his ears working in tandem, hearing you shamelessly pant, his name lingering in the warmth of your breath. sounds of your thighs smacking his whenever you descend, your arousal slicked cunt swallowing his girth, gushing over him every time his swollen tip kisses your cervix. the lens catching every curve of your body, every lift of your hips when you fuck him, every shine of light on his little star.
the camera can't explain what he's feeling though. your slippery walls fluttering around him every time he is fully sheathed in your heat. his cock throbbing whenever he feels a lick of the muggy air clouding the bedroom before you're enveloping him once more.
he lets out a quiet groan, his chest rumbling as your body meets his. his hand gripping your hip even tighter, guiding you to pleasure and to his release. the camera lens glued to your wet cunt, droplets of slick clinging to your puffy folds. perked clit pressing on to his pelvis whenever he's tip to base in your sex.
"tell me i'm making you feel good."
your eyes flick down, ignoring the phone pointed directly at you. eyes glued to the black inked tattoos sketched across his clenched jaw. "you're so," your voice is low, the honk of a car horn shouts over you. he presses into your hip, sending you faux encouragement to continue. he just wants to hear you say it. "so good to me 'kuna."
he picks up his legs, bending his knees, introducing some force against your bounces that are becoming lazy. his hips starting to 'gently' rut against your movements. his cock pumping into you as his balls smack against your ass whenever your bodies meet.
his camera pans to your lips, teeth sinking into your plump bottom lip. your moans becoming muffled and quieter, concentration furrowing your brows as you try to match the smack of his thighs every time he thrusts up into you. sukuna's need to be in your mouth growing stronger. narrowed eyes looking over the camera for the first time since you've caged him between his thighs, skimming over your mouth.
your hips drop, the arch uncurling from your back as you let him fuck into you. your hips circling in meek circles, rubbing your clit and your juices all over his pelvis. your hands finally falling onto his chest, nails clawing against his beating heart and clammy skin. the beat of your hands making his hand holding the phone shake, the focus still on your bit-ridden lips and the tender skin stretching under your teeth.
the hand on your hip lets go, a slight sigh of relief rushing through a moan you slip out. his thick index finger dragging against your skin, up past your ribs, pinching your nipple, and tapping the pressure point right under your ear. the touch almost soft compared to how roughly he is dragging his dick in and out of your clenched entrance.
lights bouncing off the sweat of your skin and the spit wetting your lips. his index finger making its home there, thick padded digit smearing the wet slick against your lips.
he doesn't wait for you to open your mouth, his index and middle finger pushing past your lips and curling against your tongue. his wrist flicking rough enough that his finger grazes the back of your tongue. a slight gag rushing out of your mouth and tickling down his arm. your lips wrapped around him the only thing being filmed currently.
"fuck," he groans, the phone slipping from his hands as he reaches out for you. his body sitting up, changing the angle of his cock β deepening the stretch. his hand gripping into your hair, keeping your mouth wrapped around the rough pads of his fingers.
teary eyes meet his crimson ones, your tongue rolling along the length of his fingers. your hands reaching up to wrap around his wrist, guiding his fingers deeper into your mouth. your cheeks hollowing over him, sucking gently as you slobber over him. drool pooling as it starts to drip down his forearm.
he continues the pistoning of his cock, the curve of his length grinding against your walls as you continue to work your jaw against his digits. your eyes fluttering shut, moans vibrating on the patterns on his fingertips as your cunt clenches and gushes around him.
"dovey," he growls, the hand in your hair shoving you further down his fingers. filed down fingernails hitting the back of your tight throat. his restraint barely holding on, bleeding with the city soundscape down below.
his breathing picks up, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he feels his balls start to tighten. your mouth slipping around him as you swallow and work your tongue against his knuckles. tasting all of sukuna β everything he has touched before you found yourself being stretched out by him and even after you fall asleep alone tonight.
his hips still, a high pitch groan rushing out of him as he stares at you. his bulbous tip twitching between your slopping cunt, his thick white seed shooting up into you. your arousal and his cum spilling back down the length of his cock, pooling between your interlocked bodies.
your nails pierce into his wrist, the pain welcomed before you pull back. his fingers slipping out of his mouth with a gentle 'plop'. drool spilling down your swollen lips and keeping his rough fingers connected to your swollen lips.
his other hand still in your hair, cock still stretching you out, and his eyes glued to the outside lights shining in yours β his chest tightens. the cracked phone that has fallen in the unknown of the discarded bedsheets and designers shirts, the job of recording still ongoing.
"i'm so good to you, huh?"
your husband wishes you a very happy birthday, @eraserbread <3 everyone wish my ellybean a happy birthday or else ππ½
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