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𓈒ׄ݁ ᩙ ꒰ MISS, NIA ⏝ she :: infj :: 19 :: queer ꒱

𝑪𝑼𝑹𝑹𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑳𝒀 𝑫𝑰𝑺𝑷𝑳𝑨𝒀𝑰𝑵𝑮 ── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ jjk, smut-centric, & whatever else i obsess over…

suguru’s hand presses your knee higher—causing your hips to tilt helplessly off the mattress—his mattress, spreading you open until your cunt is on full display for him, glossy and swollen, already clenching around nothing.

look at you… s’wet for me,” he murmurs, thumb brushing your inner thigh.

your thighs instinctively squeeze together at the sound of his voice, but his grip on your knee keeps you pinned open, hips twitching, trying to beg without words.

a needy whine escapes you as the fat, flushed head of his cock teases your entrance, dragging over your slick, trembling clit.

“ohh, baby,” he murmurs, tone lazy and smug. “i’ll give you just what you want.”

he sinks in slowly, inch by inch, pushing past the tight ring of your cunt. a drawn-out gasp rips right out of you, clinging to him as he breaks you in.

“suguuuu… f-fuck… s’deep…” the words spill out before you can even stop them.

he exhales a soft laugh, almost sighing. “shh… ’m not even halfway in yet.” he pulls back just a little, letting you feel the stretch of him, then slams back in, thick, heavy, cock driving deep enough to make your vision blur.

your back bows into him, nails digging into the sheets, hips jerking uncontrollably as he hammers into you, chest pressing to yours with each merciless thrust. every slam sending slick, wet friction across your folds.

his warm palm slides under your belly button, pressing into the soft bulge of him inside you. “thereee we go… my sweet girl,” he murmurs, breath warm against your cheek. “feel me stretching you?

you nod dumbly, brain empty, mouth open but nothing comes out but shaky moans, drool, and embarrassingly high-pitched whines—‘cause how could you form a coherent thought when he’s fucking you like this anyway?

“fuuuck baby—nearly chokin’ me down here..” he leans in, lips brushing your ear as his pace quickens, rough and greedy.

your pussy’s gripping him so snug he has to force his way through each stroke—this deep, dragging slide that makes your eyes roll back.

“…look at you,” he hums—talking straight to the mess between your legs, not even bothering to look at your face—a slow grin curling as his thumb circles lazy over your clit, watching your hole flutter. “takin’ it sooo good for daddy hm?”

he pulls his hips back slowly, watching your pussy chase him, refusing to let go. “oh, baby… don’t cry. you don’t wanna let me go, do you?”

you whimper, voice soft and hopeful. “mmngh nooo sugu—fuck!”

his hand cracks! down hard—right across your cunt, making you jump.

“oh sweetheart,” he croons, “not you.”

his thumb slips lower, brushing the messy stretch around his cock as he starts to move—deep, unhurried thrusts that make your cunt clamp down helplessly around him.

“i’m talkin’ to this greedy little mess right here,” he says, gaze lingering on your adorable, fucked-out face. “poor baby… even your pussy’s got no shame.

a/n | i did not expect that many of you to enjoy my kuna fic!!! im soso glad you all liked it ^^

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

he palms your ass, fingers sinking deep into the meat of your thighs, rocking your hips against him, legs spread over his, his hands all on your body.

“yeah… that’s right. look at me baby”

his voice drops low, lazy, but there’s nothing soft about it. thumb drags under your chin—forces your head up, makes you look him dead in his eyes while he grinds your hips down. slow n lazy.

you try to swallow the sound that climbs up your throat but it slips anyway.

“see that? fuckin’ dumb for me. huh? always foldin’ like this. swear you talk all that shit just ‘cause you like it when i fix it.” he chides.

your hands claw weak at his shoulders. nowhere to go. nowhere to hide. he drags you up, then rocks your hips back down—grinds your cunt right against the bulge straining under his sweats.

you gasp. whining softly. “…tojiii…”

“nah. nah, don’t start whinin’ now. wasn’t whinin’ when you was talkin’ crazy earlier, huh?”

he grips the back of your neck—forces you down, forehead pressed to his. his breath is hot, smells like weed and cheap beer and something a lil worse, something bitter.

“say sorry.”

your mouth stumbles. stammers. “…i—i’m sorry—”

“nah. say it right.” his hand cracks down against your thigh—smack!—makes you jolt. “say you’re sorry for bein’ a fuckin’ mouthy little bitch who don’t know how to act.”

it splinters something in you. but you say it. you always do. “…i’m sorry for… f-for bein’ a mouthy little bitch—”

“mm. that’s it. fuckin’ knew you had it in you.”

he shifts—grabs his cock, yanks it out. fat, flushed dark, angry red tip already leaking precum. he lines it up. presses the head right against your messy cunt. doesn’t even bother taking your panties off, just shoves ‘em aside.

“g’head. put it in. you wanna act grown? do it yourself.”

your hands tremble. but you reach—grip the base, guide it. hips shake when you sink down. too thick. too much. splits you open like it always does.

your jaw hangs open—no sound comes out for a second. making you look just as stupid as he’s calling you.

his hands clamp your hips, damn near bruising—dragging you right down to the last inch, forces you to take all of it. “…there you go. dumb fuckin’ baby.”

you bury your head in the crook of his neck—tears slipping, burning hot down your cheeks. he grips your chin again, forces your face back up. “nah. eyes on me. c’monnn. lemme see how stupid you look.”

he starts fucking upwards. every drag and push knocks the breath out of you, punches the sounds straight from your chest.

your thighs twitch, snapping shut around his wrist, but it doesn’t stop the wet squelch of his relentless fingers pumping in and out—every drag sounds obscene. it’s so wet down there it’s embarrassing, slick drooling past the tight seal of your cunt, soaking his palm, dripping onto your thighs, the couch, anywhere gravity lets it.

“shhh… baby, baby,” suguru murmurs, thumb swiping lazily over your soaked, trembling clit. “you’re bein’ so dramatic. all this fuss over my fingers?”

his fingers fuck into you—schlck, schlck, schlck—his knuckles shiny, dripping with the slick you’re gushing around him. each thrust splits you open, stretching so deep it burns, curling right into that tender spot that makes your stomach knot, your back arching off the couch.

“awhh… you poor thing,” he croons, syrupy sweet, “you like it too much, don’t you? hurts, doesn’t it, bein’ this full? bein’ this wet?”

“p-please—” your voice cracks, wrecked and slurred, barely holding together. “please let me cummmm… please, i’ll be soooo good, i-i swear—”

your whole face burns—tears spilling hot, lips wobbling, thighs trembling like you could crush his arm, but he doesn’t budge. his fingers just curl deeper, stroking that spot that makes your brain short-circuit, makes your whole body tense like a live wire.

“awhh… it’s cute,” suguru croons, “watchin’ you try so hard to be good now. makin’ such a mess on my hand huuuh?”

his fingers press deeper, stretching, dragging against sensitive, swollen walls, and the gush of slick that floods his palm makes him grin wider.

“but you don’t really deserve it, do you?” his voice lowers, sickly sweet. “nah… not yet.”

you choke out something between a sob and a moan, squirming, gasping, cunt clenching so tight around his fingers it’s like you want to milk them.

“n-no—i deserve i-it, i promise!!! s-sugu—please…” tears brim your eyes, voice splitting open. “i-i’ll do anythin—please, please jus’ let me—”

“anything, huh?” he hums, thumb tapping against your clit like he’s thinking. “yeah… you will. but not yet, pretty girl. not yet.”

and he keeps you right there—sobbing, dripping, aching—until you’re nothing but tears, slick, and the sound of him working you open like you’re his favorite toy.

a/n | baby’s first time writing on tumblr!