not once did you think that your big scary (totally human..?) boyfriend sukuna would like being overstimulated in the bedroom. ☆
you mean, he talks about drinking the blood of small animals way too much to enjoy being reduced, reused and recycled by you in bed. sometimes you wonder if he really is joking about all that ‘lord of darkness’ stuff or whatever. maybe your man is delusional.
“ king of curses ,” he chides you, slapping your ass hard as you bounce one of his two disastrous lengths. “i chose the vessel for my seed unwisely.”
“oh, yes. my king of curses ,” you coo, managing to speak pretty well despite the searing stretch of your boyfriends cock inside of you. the underside of his other one rubs up against your clit as you ride him, doubling your stimulation. “you know, i’m starting to like this roleplay stuff. maybe next time i could be the cruel dictator and you can be my… what is it you call me? your concubine?”
his many eyes roll, and two of his four hands move to your hips to guide you into a more punishing pace on his cock. “i’m not roleplaying,” he growls, but you can hear that tinge of desperation in his voice. “i’ve slaughtered thousands. ripped flesh from bone with my teeth. you’re lucky i don’t make you my next meal.”
“i’d love that,” you shrug. truth is, despite his oddities in appearance, you find the man beneath you immensely attractive. sure, it’s not every day you meet a man with four arms and two cocks and a build so large you quite literally have to climb him like a tree… but humans come in all shapes and sizes, who were you to judge him if he gave dick this good? “you know i like it when you do that cool trick with your hand.”
you don’t know how he does it, but your boyfriend can cup a hand over your pussy and you swear you can feel a tongue lapping you up down there. it’s a neat trick, he’ll have to teach you for one of those evenings he goes out late to 'hunt’ and doesn’t come back for a few days. he’s like a cat.
“silence,” sukuna grumbles, closing his eyes and fucking up into you. you’re already a mess of his releases, he’s cum three times inside of you now, and you can sense him starting to slow down a little. “come on, take me.”
“i am ,” you whine, planting your hands over his hard chest and using the momentum to fuck yourself on his cock even harder. “you’re so… big. god.”
“that’s right, i am your god. pray to me, human.”
man his kinks are weird . you stifle a laugh and instead work on somehow taking your man impossibly deeper inside of you. you swear he’s changed your genetic makeup by now, because a few months ago you could hardly take half of him without crying. baby steps go far, apparently.
you manage another orgasm out of him before he starts getting really sloppy with his movements. stuttering hips, balls clenching so hard that you’re almost worried he’ll hurt himself. is it normal for guys to insist on being fucked until they’re on the verge of passing out? is there anything normal about sukuna?
you’re not much better, you suppose. this is punishing, really, you know you won’t be able to walk for a long while after this. at least not without sukuna’s help. but god is he addicting, just his cock alone is enough to keep you hooked. huge and veiny and somehow always managing to hit the exact right spot inside of you.
this part of ryomen is what you like best, though. once you’ve milked him for all he’s got, and he’s still aching for more. to be reduced down to nothing by you. whatever big scary monster he likes to say he is turns into this: a melted man who likes biting off more than he can chew.
he’s still bossy, though.
“claim every part of me,” he’s hardly got the strength to keep hold of your hips, but somehow he manages. the muscles in his arms bulge as he fucks you up and down on his cock so quick it must hurt his achy length. “come on, strip me for all i’ve got. don’t stop on my account.”
one of his hands rips yours from his chest and places it instead around his throat. “hard,” he urges you. “overindulge. scare yourself if you must. ruin me. break your king.”
as if you had the power to do him any real harm, you squeeze. his cock quite literally throbs inside of you as you do, and half of you wonders if sukuna is getting off instead on the idea of being worn thin.
“beg me,” you grin, tweaking his nipple with your free hand. “come on, my lord… use your manners.”
of course, he growls. puts on a show of baring his teeth and cursing weakly under his breath, but you tighten up around him just enough to hitch his breath and suddenly, your big scary boyfriend is begging you to wreck him.
it’s all too much for him. both mentally and physically, being reduced down by someone so… weak. so human, who sees him as the same species. a feeble little human, albeit one with all these extra limbs. maybe its a sort of degradation kink. the simple thought of being on par with a human should fill him with rage… not lust.
“please,” he bites out, and lord does it sting his throat to say. “usurp me.”
“you really make no sense sometimes,” you hum, and pull one of his hands to the tip of his cock that isn’t inside of you. you push his palm flat over the leaky head and force the 'king of curses’ to taste himself with his hand alone.
now it’s all too much. the formidable, puissant ryomen sukuna is lost for all words. his eyes roll back, and his back arches up off the bed and, at the ministry of the most puzzling human he’s ever met, he’s stolen for all he’s worth. he cums inside of you with a disgusting force, and shoots an equally virile load out of his other cock straight into the mouth that forms on his palm.
you fuck him through even this orgasm, somehow with more stamina than him, and only stop once you notice he’s truly too fucked out to even make a remark about being the ruler of all things evil , or whatever.
“baby,” you coo, leaning forward to kiss his tense jaw. “you look so pretty like this.”
it’s true. his hair is a mess, and his lips are parted, and this is one of the few times your man isn’t sporting a scowl. he scowls even in his sleep.
“you dare speak of your lord in such ways?” he manages.
“mhm,” you roll your eyes and settle down on top of him. “this roleplay thing is fun, babe, but no real king of curses would beg me to break him.”
this is a repost from my old account i did not steal this and i was no where NEAR the louvre at the time of the heist either so stop asking
