mean!reader riding frat!sukuna until he cries!
fem!reader ⸝⸝ smut, p in v ⸝⸝ sub!kuna ⸝⸝ art credits: @/to00fu
a/n :: @berrylus HAPPY EARLY DAY OF BIRTH THIS ONE’S FOR YOU BABEH
sukuna has no idea how he got this far. he remembers you dodging his advances like bullets the past few months, and now he’s underneath you, your plush thighs wrapped around his waist, his cock buried in your soaking cunt, his bedroom silent except the wet squelches and sukuna’s moans.
“look at you, ryo, yer so pathetic” you spat out almost condescendingly, your voice dripping in honey before you lift yourself up and slam your weight against his cock again.
“please—“
“please what, kuna? use your words.”
you were killing him. you knew exactly how badly he wanted you, and god did you know how to take advantage of it.
he’s been dreaming of this for almost months now, the sheer idea of having your pussy wrapped around him had him so painfully hard and leaking it was disgusting and pathetic, but he couldn’t care less.
you were grinding your hips at a mean pace, your walls so snug, he fit so perfectly inside you, and he was trying so hard to think of anything else just to stop himself from cumming in a couple of minutes like a desperately horny teenager.
his massive hands were holding onto your waist, practically trembling with every rock of your hips, he was trying so hard to stay put, trying to keep his hips grounded so he wouldn’t rut into you like an animal, chasing his high, but the way you were looking down at him, with that smirk on your face—and the way you kept mocking him constantly, it’s doing dangerous things to his brain.
the feeling of your weight on top of him, your perfect tits right in front of his face, the way your walls flutter around him ever so slightly when he lets out a noise that can only be described as whiny and embarrassing—it’s all too much for him, every little shift has him groaning, pleading and begging for something, anything.
the second you slam your hips into him again, he sees stars, whimpering just the tiniest bit before he cums, finally holding onto your waist just a little bit tighter, digging into your flesh while he rests his head at the crook of your neck.
he can feel tears well up in his eyes, nuzzling farther into your neck so you wouldn’t notice. you were so pretty, and you felt so good, how could he stop himself? :( he’s been dreaming about you, how you’d feel, hell he has your body memorised to near perfection with the amount of times he’s stalked you everywhere. he’d be a fool to believe he wouldn’t come undone the first time he’s underneath you.
“gods that was—“ he mumbles, still sniffling back his tears.
“i know.” is all you say, looking at him—he was flushed, pretty, the most stunning shade of red, covered in slick and sweat, leaning on your gigantic mountain of plushies.
maybe, just maybe, letting sukuna break down those little walls of yours wasn’t such a bad idea. ruining him was the most fun you’d had in ages. and you most certainly weren’t gonna stop here, now, were you?
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