18+ , smut under the cut! 🎼
your palm smacks! weakly at his stomach—. “fuckfuckfuck!—sukuna—slowww!!”
he snorts, grabbing your wrists in one hand, pinning them flat above your head. “slow? thought ya said you could take it?” his free hand comes to your jaw, palm squeezing your cheeks together until your lips pout. “so fuckin’ take it.”
your thighs tremble, heels digging holes in his lower back—desperately trying to ground yourself.
“quit movin’ your ass.” he mutters, his hips slamming up brutal, fat cock punching so deep it feels like you’re gonna split.
your breath stutters, hips bucking into him. “s-soooo ngh—deep..”
“yeah? no shit.” he laughs under his breath.
your wrists twist under his grip—trying to brace against the way he’s fucking you into the mattress, hips snapping into you hard enough to make the bedframe shudder.
you stare up at him through big bleary unfocused eyes, tears sticking to your pretty lashes. “k-kunaa.. hngh please? lemme catch my-”
“catch it while i’m still bein’ nice,” he grunts, hand sliding from your wrists to wrap around your throat—not choking, just enough to make your breath flutter.
he leans down, chest brushing yours, eyes tracing your cunt, drooling on the sheets and making your face burn. “pussy’s s’fuckin’ greedy—” he rasps, breath hitching as he watches his cock stretch you out.
his hips grind harder, sliding in deep, deliberate strokes, cock dragging over that spot that makes you keen. your stomach tightens, chest rising and falling so fast it hurts.
he yanks your hips flush against him, slick coated thumb pressing against your nub—rubbing quick little circles that elicit high-pitched moans from you. “awwh… look at that face,” he murmurs, smirk tugging at his lips. “gonna make such a mess for me, huh baby?” he coos.
“yesyesyes! s’much—pleaseeee!” you babble, drool slipping from your lips as your brain melts. moans spilling in time with the way he’s driving you closer to your high.
the tight knot in your tummy bursts, fat tears sliding down your face—as the rest of your body locks, muscles twitching and hips jerking—sharp pleasure tipping straight into overstimulation.
“ngh! n-no more—kunaa!” your mouth falls open, a ragged a whine escaping as you claw at the sheets, legs kicking in a weak, useless attempt to push him off—but his grip on your waist is iron.
he drags you back down, pounding straight through your orgasm. “uh-uh. c’mere, hah!—take this shit.” he tuts.
you don’t even have time to breathe before sukuna hisses low, a drawn-out groan slipping past his teeth. his cock pulses deep inside you, creamy ribbons spilling hot, flooding your cunt so full it runs over and pools on the sheets.
it’s not long before his hips start up again, each thrust dragging through your overstimulated cunt, the messy sound of him fucking you drowning out everything else, your fucked-out, twitchy body locked in place under him.
he grabs your jaw, forcing your face up. “nah… you wanted this, silly girl… we ain’t done ‘til i fuck you stupid.”
a/n | ive been soso sick this past week, sorry if its a lil rushed <\3
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