Lemon

sukuna’s always been painfully aware of the effect you have on him, ever since he’d agreed to being your lover and partner. it hadn’t been noticeable at first, and he’d figured it was simple emotions at play, but whenever your hand dipped to intertwine your fingers, and he’d notice just how much smaller it is in comparison to his, or whenever you reached over to shower him in physical affection, having to reach up on your toes to kiss him, having him completely dwarf you in size when you wrap your arms around him — it was dizzyingly arousing. 

he loved the notion of having you be so small and vulnerable for him. he could so easily break you, god he wanted to. but he holds back, for a reason unknown to him. he never lets it go farther than he wants it to be, never lets your kissing transgress into something more sinful, because if he’s honest, he does want to break you and pull you apart at the seams. but not now. later.

he’d never expected it to be this soon, however. it’s you that’s pulling at his clothes like they offend you, it’s you pulling at his hair and tugging at his lips and sinking your hips down onto him. even on his lap you’re tiny, but still, he hesitates, because is it the optimal time? is this the perfect time? 

it’s what you say, in a whiny, pleading, breathless tone, that sends him over the edge. “please, i want you,” you say, hands gripping at the base of his neck. his eyes flash momentarily at the sight of you, and then you add, “want you to be my first.” 

your first. 

first.

his heart sinks with desire to his stomach, and he holds back an animalistic growl as his hands settle on your waist, fingers digging deep into the flesh as he picks you up and tosses you over onto the bed, off his lap. he does so with so much ease, his mouth parting in wonder as you land with a bounce, your squeals echoing in the small room. in seconds, he’s on you again, kissing you hungrily, feverishly, with so much want and need, as his hands pick apart at your clothes, tearing them off of you as quickly as he can. he’s quick to follow, his own attire following the placement of yours on the ground. 

at the sound of your small gasp and the tiny widening of your eyes at the sight of his large dick hardening, he holds back a grin. “want me to ruin you, huh?” he teases, crawling back over to you. his palms find their way to your stomach, caressing up to your breasts. he can fit them so perfectly in his hands, so nice and dainty in his hold. you shiver beneath him as he squeezes them harshly, fingers twisting to reveal one of your nipples to him. “anybody ever touch you like this?” he asks, his voice surprisingly deeper. 

you whimper, shaking your head rapidly. he grins up at you, tongue swiping once over the hardened bud, before his lips latch onto it, sucking hotly. his mouth feels incredible on you, and your mind is already so overwhelmed that when his other hand travels down to the heat between your legs, you have no other option but to shout out in surprise, hips bucking up. “fuck,” he groans, teeth tugging at your nipple as he sinks one finger into you, down to the first knuckle. the vibrations of his voice, with the added intrusion between your legs, leave you a whining mess. 

he shifts his weight to push you back down onto the bed, his finger slowly thrusting into you, before he adds a second. as they work at stretching you, gently scissoring and curling inside you, his mouth leaves your aching nipple, lips pressing onto yours for a change. he swallows all your moans down his throat, his fingers and palm drenched with your arousal. 

you let out another strangled moan, throwing your head back to disconnect your lips. “m’ready for you,” you whine. “please, sukuna, please.” at the utterance of those words, sukuna’s fingers thrust particularly harshly inside of you, curling menacingly. your back arches and you wail, the unexpected orgasm washing over you in ragged waves. desperately, you try to push him away, his fingers still pressed deep inside you, brushing against that oversensitive spot that sukuna knows you didn’t even know existed. 

he hums approvingly, satisfied with the state you’re in as he slowly pulls his fingers out of your glistening pussy. pathetically, your inner walls try to suck his fingers back in, but he only chuckles, giving your clit a soft pat, watching as you squirm away from his touch. his dick is painfully hard by now, upright and throbbing against his stomach. “are you gonna take it like a good girl?” he asks, sitting up on his knees as his hand grabs his dick. from this perspective, you seem even smaller, and when he kneels closer to you, he presses his dick onto your stomach, visualizing just how deep he can split you open. 

you’re nodding at him, helplessly, and he nods back with a hum, almost mockingly, as he brings his dick to your entrance. “so eager for my cock,” he tuts, but even he’s slowly losing semblance of self control. his fingers squeeze at the tip, smearing your arousal and his precum along your folds, reveling in the way you twitch and squirm beneath his touch. and then, agonizingly slow, he presses the tip in, his thumb guiding his way in. his eyes, however, remain on you, on the way your mouth falls agape, and the way your back slightly arches at the foreign feeling of something so thick stretching you out. 

he presses in deeper, watches as your eyes screw shut, and he knows it’s painful, he knows it’s unfamiliar and that you’re overwhelmed, but he can’t seem to stop. if anything, it’s spurring him on, driving deeper into you. and it doesn’t help that you suck him in so perfectly, so tight and wet and warm, just for him. his eyes flicker momentarily at where he’s nearly bottomed out, with his hands gripping your hips intensely to prevent you from moving too much. “it’s like you were made for this,” he sneers. “like this pussy was made for my cock.” finally, he presses in fully, his hips against yours. he watches, mesmerized, as he grinds his hips, still fully inside of you, and your jaw going slack, a sob wrenching out. 

“so full,” you yell, chest heaving as your hands grip the bedsheets above you. fuck, fuck, you’re so perfect for him, only for him, and he always wants to be like this; he could stay forever like this. 

steadying your hips once more, he pulls out slowly, only to thrust back into you fully. your breasts bounce at the forcefulness of the impact, and he does it again, and again, and again. he’s doing it so slow but he’s going in so deep, and you’re positive you’re seeing stars. your entire body shakes, moving with him as he thrusts into you like he wants to imprint his dick on your inner walls, wants to reshape them so only he can fuck you. 

you’re a mess, mouth hanging open as drool falls onto the pillow beneath your head, your nails scratching at his toned stomach, your legs shaking beneath him. the sounds your pussy is making as it milks him is so lewd and sukuna can’t get enough, can’t get enough of how you’re outright drenching your thighs and his balls and the bed beneath you with your arousal, how you’re so wet for him. 

you sob again, and sukuna curses, his hands leaving your hips and falling to your sides, gripping the bedsheets instead as he starts to lose more and more control of his movements. he can feel you tightening impossibly around him, and he buries his face in your chest again, sucking and tugging and licking at your breasts and nipples. you hold him close to you, nails digging into his back, marking him just as he’s marking you. “sukuna, sukuna, sukuna.” you’re babbling at this point, chanting his name, repeating it like it’s the only word you know. 

your walls squeeze against him again, and he grunts, shifting his hips to fuck you even deeper. “fuck, keep doing that,” he encourages, praising you diligently as you clench around him, until you’re screaming again, clenching involuntarily and sukuna can’t believe he made you cum twice just from fucking you. god, your body must be so new to all this, and it’s driving him insane. “yes, shit yes,” he groans, his breathing ragged. his balls tighten, and just as he feels himself tip over the edge, he lifts himself up, pulling out quickly and stroking himself.

if he thought being the first to fill you up with their cock was insanely arousing, then he might actually lose his mind at the sight of you covered in his cum. spurts of it paint the skin of your stomach white, while some rests on your heaving chest and sensitive nipples, and he swears you look like a painting. he wants to admire you forever, wants to drench in his cum every night, wants to hear you sobbing for his dick all day, everyday. as he falls tiredly to your side, your breathing matching his in irregularity, he locks tonight to memory, and promises himself he’ll reduce you to this state again. 

end note; sukuna brainrot eeeeee