"Shhh... your only job here is to take it."

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Femkuna x yn (wlw)

everyone warns you about Sukuna like she’s a bad habit waiting to happen, but no one prepares you for what it feels like to be the one she can’t quite control

tags: explicit sexual content (18+), fem!Sukuna, dom reader, sub Sukuna, tribbing, grinding, clit stimulation, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, degradation (light), biting, hair pulling, pussy slapping, cocky x cockier.

⋆˚saori’s take: this is probably trash, the idea just got stuck in my head and i couldn’t go on with my night until i finished it, so i rushed it a lot. plus the post kept getting deleted and i had no idea why. the fanart is by cakkezzz on x

you always thought legends were made up, that reputation gets inflated like a balloon in a university full of immature people, but Sukuna was different. it wasn’t even a nickname, it was like her real name carried the sexual weight of original sin. when you saw her for the first time at some improvised party you didn’t even want to go to, surrounded by laughter and beer cans, your blood ran cold, women looked at her like they were thirsty and knew she was the only source of water in the whole fucking city. she didn’t even have to speak, it was enough with that slight tilt of her head, that look from under her lashes like she was measuring you to decide if you were something that tempted her or just cannon fodder for oblivion.

your friends, a bunch of gossipers, warned you: “be careful with her, she’ll make you addicted.” you laughed it off, but the next time you saw her was at another party, and when your eyes met you had to pretend the cold drink in your hand was to cool your throat and not your cunt. what followed was a series of exchanges, deliberate brushes while passing by, laughs that lasted longer than they should. she never seemed in a rush, everything was a game, and everyone else knew it and accepted it.

now, you have her under you. literally.

the room smells like that sticky mix of sweat and weed. the light is so dim it makes you feel like no one outside that space will ever know what’s happening. Sukuna undresses like she isn’t giving anything away, like getting naked is just another tuesday, and she challenges you with her gaze even as she pulls your shirt off, dragging her nails over the skin of your stomach until they hook into the waistband of your shorts. when she rips them off, she smiles when she realizes you’re not wearing underwear. “what a fucking slut,” she murmurs, and she says it like admiration.

“you talk a lot for someone who’s going to beg,” you shoot back, and even you’re surprised by the tone of your own voice.

the laughter doesn’t last. Sukuna grabs your hips, flips you, kisses you with her mouth open and wild. she bites your lip, sucks at your neck until she leaves a purple mark. you switch positions more than once, but you always end up on top, because your weight over her makes her, inexplicably, soft. you start moving down, licking and biting her hard nipples, and it amazes you to see how a woman with her reputation, a soul-eater, twists and covers her mouth so she won’t moan too loud.

you feel the heat between your legs, wet and sticky, and when you move down to her between her thighs you get even wetter just from looking. Sukuna’s cunt is as perfect as the rest of her body, swollen lips, her clit exposed like it’s daring the world. you don’t waste time, you spread her legs wide and press your cunt against hers, knowing she’s going to feel every inch of your swelling. the first contact is electric, and the sound of your fluids mixing makes your legs shake.

“oh fuck, you’re going straight to killing me,” Sukuna growls, but it doesn’t sound like a complaint.

“don’t pretend, i know you like it rough,” you reply, and you start grinding, slow at first, enjoying how she arches, how her abs tense. the friction of your clits, the slick, the almost violent rhythm of your bodies. soon you’re both panting, the pace turns frantic, and suddenly, with a muffled cry, Sukuna comes. not just that, she squirts, literally, a hot stream that soaks your thigh and the bed. “holy shit, fuck!” the curses spill out of her like she’s being exorcised.

that turns you on even more.

you feel the tingling at the base of your spine and keep going, giving her no break. the smell of sex fills everything, and now you use your hand to press your clits together, rubbing hard, merciless. Sukuna tries to stop you, but only ends up digging her nails into you harder, like she’s begging for more. “what happened to that tough girl?” you tease. “you’re falling apart on me.”

“shit, do it more—” Sukuna can’t even finish the sentence because another wave hits, a second squirt that leaves her shaking, moaning like a bitch in heat. you bite your lip at how vulnerable she looks, so different from the untouchable girl you knew. you keep going, because now you want to break her, drag every last breath out of her.

the force with which you grind your cunt against hers is brutal. every friction makes your jaw tense, your thighs burn, but you don’t stop, never. Sukuna looks at you through half-lidded eyes, mouth open, completely wrecked and still starving. “give me more, baby,” she begs, and it’s the most broken voice you’ve ever heard.

so you switch it up, one hand pulling her hair back, the other slapping her cunt hard, making her jolt and cry out louder. “you like it rough, huh? what a fucking legend, you’re soaking everything,” you spit, and Sukuna laughs through tears because she can’t do anything else.

“i knew you were the kind who doesn’t stop until you leave me dead,” she says, voice shaking and wrecked, but her eyes burning with pure want.

that drags you right to the edge, the heat rising up your stomach until it explodes. you come, an orgasm so strong it folds you over and knocks the air out of you, your fingers digging into Sukuna’s skin, mixing your moans with hers. you feel your own slick spilling, blending with hers, the mattress sticky and slippery.

“no one’s going to believe you made me cry,” she says, and you relax against her chest, your pulse still out of control.

“i don’t care, as long as you know it’s enough,” you answer, and you both laugh. “little crybaby.”

fem!sukuna x reader

plot: as sukuna’s loyal lover, you weren’t ever allowed to leave, not even if you were hungry… — themes: lactation, milk feeding, dominant sukuna, wlw, stomach tongue riding, f!reader, dub con, adding it to be safe, somnophilia towards the end, sukuna is a woman here — w.c: 600ish

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Rosy locks of silly pink hair cascaded down Sukuna’s toned back, gathering at her waist. Her eyes bored into yours like oozing sanguine red, staring over you with focused possession.

You had been nestled over her lap for two whole days now, desperate to break away and leave but she offered no such mercy. It was difficult though, as your stomach grumbled in protest.

“Please,” you begged, “I’m so hungry…”