Nymp

he’s so warm underneath you—broad chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm, one arm heavy around your back, the other lazily petting over your spine. your cheek is pressed against the damp skin of his collarbone, lips parted, eyelids fluttering. boneless. blissed-out. already half-asleep.

his cock’s still inside you, soft now, but snug, nestled so deep like your body was made to keep him there. it’s messy, sticky with the heat of everything you just shared, but neither of you moved. couldn’t bear to.

he's still awake. barely.

his eyes are hooded, his breathing even, but his hand doesn’t stop moving. not quite. dragging down your back, to the curve of your ass, giving it a gentle squeeze. feeling the way your pussy flutters around him even now in your sleep—so used to him, so greedy for him even after everything. and fuck, that’s all it takes.

he groans softly into your hair, shifting just a little, hips tilting up. his cock twitches, thickens slowly, pushing back to hardness in the slick warmth of you, like it never really left.

you murmur something soft. not quite words—just a sleepy sound, a whimper paired with the faintest roll of your hips. maybe you do know what he’s doing. maybe your body’s already answering him.

his throat tightens. “shhh,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your temple. “just one more, baby. promise.”

he starts to move again—slow, lazy thrusts, more for his own pleasure than yours this time, but your body takes it so sweetly, clenching around him like it needs him, even in sleep. and god, that’s what makes him lose it. the way you keep him so safe and tight inside, like home.

he cums with a low moan against your ear, hand still smoothing over your back as his cock pulses deep inside you again. and then he stills, wraps both arms around you tighter.

he doesn’t pause the game. you’re curled into his side, legs draped across his lap, your cheek resting warm on his bare shoulder. and it would feel peaceful, domestic, even, if it weren’t for the way his hand is buried between your thighs.

his palm holds you open, keeps your cunt soft and spread for him while his thumb draws slow, relentless circles over your clit—never too hard, never too light. just enough to make your hips twitch and your lashes flutter. again. and again. and again. like he’s testing you. like he’s seeing how many times he can brush that swollen little bundle of nerves before you completely lose yourself.

his eyes are still on the screen, voice low with concentration as he clicks through combos, wrist moving fluidly against the controller. but his hand—his other hand stays fixed on you. precise, in control, like you’re just another part of the game.

you bite your lip. exhale shakily. your hips buck, seeking more pressure, more rhythm, more of him—but his arm tightens, firm against your thigh, holding you down like he’s saying don’t move. take it.

"you’re dripping," he mutters, not even looking. just smirking. smug. calm. "soaked my fingers without even being fucked."

his thumb glides again. slower this time. the drag of it makes your stomach tense. and you can feel it all. the soft friction of his skin against your slick folds, the subtle catch of callouses, the smooth cold glide of the silver ring he wears on that hand—right at the base of his thumb, pressed flush to your heat.

your head turns, lips parting at his throat. “sukuna—”

“shh.” he finally looks down at you. his gaze is hooded, warm and dangerous, half-lidded with a kind of greedy affection that makes your heart trip. “i’m trying to win.”

you almost sob. he presses a little harder, thumb slipping lower—just enough to tease where you’re aching, right above your entrance, before circling back up. your clit pulses. your body is tight with tension, thighs trembling, cunt throbbing from being edged so sweetly for so long. and he can feel it. you know he can. you know from the little noise he makes in his throat.

"god, look at you," he whispers.

he shifts the controller, sets it to the side, and finally—finally—turns fully to face you. both hands on you now. one sliding beneath your shirt to cup your breast, the other still playing you like a perfect fucking instrument.

“you let me touch you like this and keep playing my game like it’s normal,” he murmurs, leaning in, forehead resting against yours. “how could i not be obsessed with you?”

you whimper. your body’s too tight, too close. the pressure builds and builds with each pass of his thumb, each kiss to your skin, each whispered "just a little more, pretty girl." and when you finally break—hips jerking, back arching, thighs clenching around his wrist—he holds you through it. he presses deep. thumb slow but steady. kisses the corner of your mouth. like he’s proud of what he’s made you feel. like you’re his favorite game.

featuring: cowboysukuna x farmersdaughterreader

content warnings 18+ heavy corruption, size kink (kinda) , p in v, spanking, oral (f & m receiving) filthy smut! cute story line (very self indulgent), corn with absolutely no plot tbh, sukuna whines (he’s a cowboy who gets no play)

4.5k wc

you lived on the farm your whole life, spent mornings picking berries, afternoons helping your mom sort produce, evenings brushing down horses, it was your little routine, something that you grew to love, nothing new, nothing too fancy.

you had enjoyed your time working on the farm, though it was hard to work on everything at once by yourself, hence why your parents had hired sukuna around a year ago, he was about the same age as you — quiet, efficient, shoulders broad from work, face and arms tatted, hair pushed back under the red cowboy hat he’d wear religiously.

you honestly didn’t pay him much mind, just went about your duties of picking berries and helping out around the farm.

until one sunny August morning, you were kneeling between the berry rows, basket half full, hands stained red, boots dusty. you stood up, pushing your hair back away from your eyes.

but when you looked up, you saw him, across the field, burly arms crossed, cigarette nursed between his lips, his eyes locked in on you..

he wasn’t being very subtle about it either, crimson eyes dragging across your sweat covered body.

you turned away fast, eyes widening as your fingers gripped the berry basket harder, feet kicking up the dust as you turned to walk the opposite way.

you tried to act like you never saw him look at you.

but it kept happening.

every single day.

him glancing over whilst loading feed, him looking up when you walked past the barn with an arm full of berries.

you honestly didn’t know what to do with that, so you always finished your duties in a hurry, completely trying to ignore the burn of his eyes.

but…you did start leaving him a few berries

not on purpose..the first time was a complete accident, you had set down two very fat strawberries along with a few blueberries down in a folded napkin onto the work table in the barn whilst you were helping your father sort nails and screws.

you had completely forgot about them when you had gone inside for a shower but when you remembered and came back to grab them, both strawberries were gone, the only thing left was the blueberries.

so the next day you had left three, perfect strawberries.

gone again.

by the fifth day, you had caught him, leaning against one of the many stalls in the stable, one finger hung loose in the belt loop of his jeans, foot kicked back against the wall, head down, chewing slowly, eyes shut like it was the best damn strawberry in the world,

the light scuff of your boots against the ground made his head shoot up, mouth freeze like he was in the middle of doing something bad.

you raised a brow, a small smile plastering on your lips. he looked away, ears turning a small pink beneath the brim of his hat. that was the first time you saw him so flustered, it made you leave a few more berries than normal the next morning.

you were in the field picking berries that same day, when your father had called you over, arms crossed against his red plaid button down, jeans mucked up.

“yes father?” you panted, chest heaving as you placed down the basket your mother had weaved against the ground.

“need y’to start practin’ ridin’ some more, gonna start those lessons y’hate s’much”

“what?” you scoffed. shoulders slumpin’ as you looked at him with bugged eyes. “Lessons?! with who?”

“that pink haired boy, sukuna” he said, hands reaching down to grab the basket from beside you. His hand slapped against your shoulder, giving you a soft squeeze before planting a small kiss on your head.

you almost told him no but by the time you were even able to open up your mouth — he was gone.

you dragged yourself to the stables the next morning, body sticky from the heat, boots and thighs dusty from the berry fields. sukuna’s there, silent, adjusting the saddle on the mare’s back, back turned toward you.

And when he finally turned around, god — you freeze, mind hazy. your hand tightens on the basket, thighs clenching when you notice the way his eyes drop down towards your body plushed up against the Jean shorts you wore, you felt his gaze drag up and up until it reached your flushed face.

you truly felt lightheaded

“get up”

you flinched, the sound of his voice snapping you out of the little day dream you were in. your boots shuffled against the ground as you inched closer. heart hammering against your ribcage.

you gasped when you felt his hands settle around your midsection. his touch was heavy — hot, deliberate as he lifted you up like you weighed nothing, you landed on the saddle with a sharp inhale, hands grasping the saddle horns as you placed your feet into the stirrups.

“sit straighter, stop hunchin’” he murmured from Beside you, hands reaching up to adjust your posture, rough finger pads running down the dip in your spine before they dragged down towards your thigh to fix your foot in the stirrup. “loosen yer’ knees women”

every correction meant his hands would be on you longer.

“hold the reins like this..y’know how to right? yer’ a smart girl”

and when the lesson was over, he didn’t walk you back, he just placed an unlit cigarette in his mouth and muttered a gruff “same time tomorrow berry girl”

you walked back to your house with shakey legs — that had absolutely nothing to do with the horse riding lesson.

that night you tossed and turned, mind restless with the thought of him, the way he touched you…god you couldn’t even think straight.

you decided you needed to get a breath of fresh air, grabbing a basket of fruit as a late night snack, making sure to add in EXTRA strawberries.

the barn smelt like hay, uncleaned wood and berries as you sat in the open window sill with your bare feet dangling out, a hand full of sweet blueberries in your palm, a small basket full of strawberries beside you that you had stolen from the big batch your mom had just washed.

you really didn’t hear the heels of his boots as he stepped into the barn nor did you hear the sound of his heavy body making its way up the ladder behind you.

“Those f’me?”

you gasped, hand flying towards your chest as you turned around. what once was a perfectly pretty and edible blueberry is now smooshed between your palm, berry juice seeping through your fingers.

“Christ!…y’can’t do that” you sighed, back slumping slightly as you leaned against the wooden wall.

“do what?” He smirked softly, grasping the hat on his head as he sat down infront of you, placing the red accessory on the ground beside him.

“Sneak up on people, I-i could’ve died or somethin’”

“pay attention next time..an’ yer’ makin’ a mess” he chuckles, finger waving around as he points to where the juice has now stained your pretty night gown.

you glance down before you shift your legs, sleep dress slipping up slightly as you fully turn to face him. “pfft! m’not makin’ a mes — oh”

and Jesus Christ.

you wished you didn’t.

his shirt was unbuttoned slightly, black tattoos glistening in the candle lit loft, pink hair smoothed back with sweat, cigarette tucked behind his ear, chin plastered with that pretty dark pink stubble.

“what’re y’doin’ up here s’late?” he inquires. one brow raised, burly body leant back against the wooden railing.

“eating”

“y’didint save me any?” his head tilts to the side, squinted eyes staring down at the perfect basket of red strawberries.

“course I did…y’want some?”

“feed em to me”

what? he has to be joking…right?

“don’t be shy” he whispers — voice sultry — sweet.

no..not a joke.

you swallow harshly, eyes glancing towards the berries before you reluctantly lean towards him, finger grasping a hold of the stem, the other hand planted against the hay covered loft.

he shifts forward, close enough that you could smell his cigarette tainted breath and…is that your soap?!

you hold the berry closer but he doesn’t take it in his mouth, his hand wraps around your wrist — gently until your hand dangles the berry infront of his face.

“closer”

and you do, body inching forward as the tip of the berry lands on his lips. his eyes stay locked in on your wide ones, lips wrapping around the fruit as it crunches beneath his teeth.

“mmm — s’sweet” he says softly, mouth full of berry. you felt the slow trickle of the juice trail down your skin.

“oops..made a mess..didn’t I?” you nodded, lips parting as you stared down at his now red tinted lips. “here..let me clean it up f’you, yeah?”

you didn’t even register what he said before you felt the way his lips wrapped around your fingers, a small groan rumbled in his chest, tongue dancing along your finger pads before he pulled it in deeper, cheeks hallowing just barley, slick muscle curling, warm breath hitting your knuckle.

and god you felt him everywhere..

and when he finally pulled your finger away with a syrupy — pop!, he swiped his own digit across the bottom of your lip —

fuck.

you choked out a soft breath, trying to lean back into where you were sitting before but his hand followed, grabbing a hold of your face as he held you there, thumb dragging across the underside of your jaw, tilting your head up towards him.

“y’know..been watchin’ y’ all week” he rasps, face inching closer, breath fanning across your face. “leavin’ these cute little presents f’me” he grabbed another berry from the basket, dragging it across your cheek.

“s’jus fruit..” you panted softly.

“m’sure s’jus’ fruit” god the tone of his voice had your thighs rubbing together. “tell me.. y’ever been kissed?”

“o-once or twice..maybe”

“yeah? what if i make it three?” His fingers smooshed your cheeks together, lips pouting out as you stared down at his.

“w-what?”

“shhh..let me taste” his lips hovered over yours, breath fanning your face delicately as you moved to lean in, his body moving backwards slightly as he smirked, with a small tsk he pushed your face away. “gotta be patient”

“p-please” you whispered, he let out a small groan. tongue darting out, licking a long stripe from your chin towards your lips.

“s’sweet” he breathed out before he pressed his lips into yours, his fingers guided your lips open as his head tilted to the right — lips moving messily against yours, kiss tasting like berries and spittle.

your hands found purchase on his chest, fingers curling in the button down he had on, unintentionally pulling him closer but as fast as it started, it ends, sukuna gives you a short laugh, lidded eyes staring up at you through his lashes.

“look at y’” he mutters, eyes dragging from your face down to the knees that were spread apart against the wooden ground. “y’always spread this easy for dirty cowboys?” your eyes widen, mouth parting as you let out a small scoff.

“what?”

“I don’t—“ his brow lifts at your words.

“y’been walkin’ around in those little shorts an’ y’think ima believe y’?” He scoffs — his tone mean — mocking as he lands a small flick on your cheek.

you feel the heat crawl up your neck, face blossoming into the bright crimson. “kuna…” you swallowed harshly. fingers gripping the hay beneath you.

“y’got sumthin’ to say?” he grits.

“I — don’t — wasn’t tryin’ t —“

“don’t lie t’me” he teases, thumb pressing against the soft spot under your chin. “you walk around the farm in them cute little outfits..pick strawberries f’me every morning, stare at me with those pretty fuckin’ eyes” he groans out.

your lips part, a shakey exhale leaving you, you didn’t even realize that you were leaning into him until his thumb brushed against your bottom lip, pulling it down until it snapped back.

“y’know what yer’ doin’” he murmured, head tilting, cigarette behind his ear shifting with the motion. “been drivin’ me crazy since last august”

“i truly didn’t mean — “

“yeah..y’did” he whispers, eyes locked in on your trembling lips “yeah y’fuckin’ did..s’okay…even if y’didnt, m’still thinkin’ bout y” his hand slides up your thigh, rough — calloused from work.

your head subconsciously tilts, lips ghosting over his. “sukuna — please” you pant desperately.

“please what? use yer’ words brat” you meet his gaze, lip poking out in a small pout.

“please — k-kiss me” he lets out a low groan. face etching in a toothy grin.

“atta girl…cmere” he breathed out, nose brushing against yours, fingers digging into your hips, one hand trailing up your back until he reached the back of your neck, palm wrapping around it.

his hand softly yanked you closer, lips pressing against yours, the hand that was placed on your nape guided your mouth against his yet again.

with a muffled whine, you kiss back sloppily, trying your hardest to keep up with his pace. he drags his tongue against the roof of your mouth, teeth biting down onto your bottom lip, god it was messy, spittle connecting the two of you when he pulled away with a soft pant.

“y’ever suck cock?” he asks, fingers unbuckling the belt he had on, the metal clanking when he finally gets it out of the loops.

“n-not really” your voice wavers as you watch him strip himself of his dark wash jeans, the piece of clothing crumbling to the ground beside the two of you and god when he finally pulls down his boxers.

his cock sprung up against his happy trail, heavy, thick, tip flushed and painted with a pearly pre. veins pulsing, balls tightened.

“see what y’do t’me?” he whispers, dexterous fingers wrapped around his sloppy tip — squeezing, hips bucking slightly. “spit”

you listen, lips shaping into an ‘o’ as you spat a glob of spittle onto his twitchy cock.

“good..sucha’ good job f’me” a rough choked out groan leaves his throat before he’s wrenching his hand up and down his tip, the obscene squelch noise surrounded your eardrums.

“sit on my face”

“w-what?!”

“y’heard me…sit on my fuckin’ face brat” his head lulled back, lip pulling between his teeth, neck strained — veins popping.

nervously, you shuffled toward him, knees dragging against the aged wood, you let out a heavy breath when you were knelt down beside his head, fingers anxiously twiddling together.

“stop bein’ s’nervous sweetheart, jus’ come sit” he panted, slick hand now leaving his cock to grab ahold of your waist — pulling you ontop of him, face turned towards where his jumpy length sat.

his fingers pulled your cotton panties to the side, tongue darting out to lick a long stripe up your drooling slit.

“oh! — g-god!” you gasped, body falling forward, face smooshing against his girth, hands planting themselves on his thickened thighs.

“mm — smells s’fuckin’ good” he moans against you, mouth trailing from your asshole towards your puffy — hooded clit, lips suctioning against you, muscle flicking against your little bud. “tastes good too”

“Kuna — w-wait!” you tremble, hips moving on their own accord against his face, stubble rubbing against your bushy mound with each little weak rut you make onto his mouth.

“suck my cock” he lands a harsh smack! against the fat of your ass, hands helping you move faster and faster against his mouth, chubby nose bumping with your clit. “wrap those pretty lips round’ me”

you weakly lift your head up, palm hesitantly wrapping around his base, Warm mouth making contact with his hearty cock head, inflicting a soft buck of his hips.

“s-shit — y’sure — fuck! y’never done this a lot before?” he chuckled against you. you hummed against him, tip lodged in your cheek as you tried your best to swipe your tongue around the veiny base like how you’d seen in those cheap porn discs your father had stashed in the basement.

his mouth devoured your syrupy cunt, tongue now fucking inside you, dragging against your gummy walls — cleaning you up.

“o-oh — wha — kuna!” you babble out around him, spit bubbling at the corners of your mouth as his hands reach forward to push your head down further against his cock.

messy and rough, tongue flat against the underside of his cock, pink muscle tracing each vein that wrapped around him. your own hips draggin’ your cunt lazily against his face. you breathed through your nose to the best of your abilities, heavy pants leaving you when you came up to gasp for air before your head was being pushed back down.

your squelching cunt drags over his face, his tongue flattening out against you as he lets you take what you need from him.

“Kuna — feels funny..” you whimper softly.

“yeah? y’gonna make a mess baby?”

you nod against him, cheeks hallowing out around him. the ache in your belly grows roughly, his tongue applying more pressure to your slippery cunt with each passing second.

“let go f’me”

“o-oh — kuna — m’cummin’! “ you let out a loud cry, head thrashing, back arching as you feel your belly fill up and up.

then you feel it, the soaring pleasure hit you, it wasn’t slow or drawn out, it was fast, a fast slice through you, a broken scream fell from your mouth, tears gathering up at your waterline as you let the pleasure take you. pussy gushing out onto his tongue.

he lapped up every slick drop of syrupy drool that fell from your cunt.

“Atta fuckin’ girl” his hand slapped down against your ass again, gripping the globe before landing another small slap against it.

“s’to much!” you squeaked out, hands pushing yourself away from his rabid mouth.

“yeah?…Poor baby” he mocked, lips turning down in a small pout before he’s flipping you around to face him. his hands grounded your hips down against his spittle slick cock, folds wrapping around him as he glided his girth between them.

“feel how hard y’make me?” you nodded shyly, face flushing a harsh pink. “why don’t you make us both feel good now..”

“h-how?” you murmured.

“ride me like how i taught y’” he smirked, hand helping you lift yourself up a bit so he could use his other to guide his thickened cock between your plush pussylips —

and god.

the stretch was vile — absolutely fucking filthy.

“oh — shit!” you gasp out, body stiff as he lowered you down until the fat of your ass touched his meaty thighs.

you felt so full — lower belly swelling up at the sheer size of his hefty bulbous cock. your hands landed flat against his chest, nails digging into his skin as you ground your hips down against his.

puffy clit catching against his pinky curly bush, his hands tighten around your waist, head thrown back as he lifts your hips up before slamming you back down inflicting a loud whine to leave your drooly lips.

felt so —

“so fuckin’ tight — fuckkk” he growled, hand coasting up the pretty dip in your spine before he latched his hand around the nape of your neck, pulling you flush down against him.

his other hand lifted your lower half up, tip prodding inside your gummy walls before he plants his feet down, hips rutting up into you at an animalistic pace.

“oh my god—“ you cried, grabbing a hold of the railing that sat beside his head. “s’goood” you drawled out, small incoherent babbles leaving you.

“yeah? how fuckin’ good” he dropped his head into your tits, face smooshed against your pebbled buds.

“s’to gooddd” you mewl out.

his cock stretches you wide, thick veins dragging against your walls with each mean buck of hips, pretty pink tip kissing your cervix with wet sopping smooches.

your throat tightened, eyes bulged and rolled back as you let him consume everything you had to offer.

“shiiit — loosen up brat” he seethes, hand slapping down against the rippling fat of your perky ass, fingers sliding down until they reach that lonely puckering hole — applying sweet sweet pressure against it.

fuck.

you felt so good.

“look at y’go..a real cowgirl now”

you let out a pitchy drawn out moan, His nose blowing out a stream of air before he stills his hips, syrupy cunt gushing out when he pulls out.

“lay down” so you do, body shakily scrambling off of his lap to lay down on the dusty ground, your back hit the floor with a small thud, slick thighs being wrenched open by burly hands.

“gonna ruin this fuckin’ pussy” he whines. hips pushing forward, tip prodding through your pussy lips before he pushed forward with a groan.

“fuck — ngh~” your eyes rolled back at the sheer size of his girthy cock, your walls flutter around his base.

he stills before pulling his hips back slowly letting you feel every inch of his cock dragging against your sultry walls. his hips start a slow rhythm, cock sliding in and out of your syrupy cunt, pussylips swallowing him whole.

his hands pushed your thighs all the way back down toward your chest, knees touching your chin as he deliberately fucks his cock into your weeping hole.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ — y’feel s’good” he huffed. you were stuffed to the brim, the slow honeyed drag of his tip against your sweet spot had your back arching off of the ground. tummy clenching, pussy contracting around him.

“o-oh! — kuna..m’close” you hiccup. your hand moving down between your thighs to rub at your aching clit.

“yeah? cum for kuna — “ his hips move faster now. slippery cock sliding in and out of your slick cunt.

and fuck was he deep.

your thighs are shaking, slapping against his lower tummy with each mean rut. his head leans down, Your lips meet, kiss sticky and sweet as you let out a long slurry line of cries into his mouth.

sukuna pulled away, chin touching his chest as he watched your pussy lips swallow his cock inch by inch. the loud squelch that left your syrupy cunt when he buried himself to the hilt had a loud whiney sound leavin’ his mouth.

his eyes fluttering shut, cock twitching at the mere sight of you.

“fuck — woman” he growled. fingers wrapping around your ankle — pulling it towards his face, lips pressing small chaste kisses against the skin.

each tantalizing drag of his cock had your stomach churning, eyes casting into the back of your skull, knuckles tightening around the grip you had on the hay bale that sat beside you.

“wait — slow! — ngh” you sobbed. your other hand cramping as you rubbed yourself a bit slower now but that didn’t do you justice when it earned you a harsh slap! against your inner thigh.

“don’t s-slow down — stupid girl” he scoffed. and honestly you don’t even think your pleading words did anything but make him go faster.

“s-sorry! — s’soooo big” you gasp out, brows furrowing together as you stare up at him, lip trembling with each slick rut he gives you.

“ s’so big? yeah?” he taunts. you nod, eyes dripping tears, head lulling back. “poor girl — “ he cooes. you felt like you couldn’t breathe, every thrust taking the air away from your lungs.

and you were done for the minute he dropped all of his delicious weight down onto you. body falling flat against your thighs, hips stuttering as you let your mouth open in a small scream.

“m’cummin’ — please — ngh” you gush around him, cunt drowning him in your gooey slick, a small ring of white cream being left around his base when he pulled out once more before he slammed in with a lewd growl, burying himself to the hilt as he fills your syrupy cunt up with his pearly load.

“Shittt — fillin’ this fuckin’ cunt up” his voice is hoarse — broken even as he lazily pumps rope after rope deep into you. his balls twitch against your ass with each spurt. he stays buried for a moment, chest heaving before he’s pulling out. with a low — drawn out groan, flaccid cum covered cock flopping against his thigh.

“did a good job yeah?” he smoothed your hair back, lips planting a small kiss against your lips.

“t-thank you”

@killakuna do not plagiarize, do not post my work into character ai and or any other artificial intelligence app.

a/n: yalllll I loved this, thank you Venus and rie for helping me out a lot with this, love yall