#ryomen x reader

‎Your thighs were trembling, pussy so sloppy it sounded like he was stirring you with every thrust. Sukuna had you bent over his lap, one massive hand pressing your back down, the other spreading your ass so he could watch his cock piston in and out of your creamy hole.

‎You were a drooling mess, face buried in the sheets, whining through broken moans. “Daddy—please, let me—let me squirt on your cock, I wanna—”

‎He groaned, hips snapping into you harder, the wet slaps echoing. Cum from his earlier loads was bubbling out with every thrust, frothing around his cock. He looked down at the sloppy mess and smirked, “You begging to squirt all over Daddy’s dick? Show me.”

‎That permission broke you. You keened, grinding back against him, your walls fluttering wildly around his cock. Sukuna chuckled darkly, pulling you up by the throat so he could growl in your ear, “Do it. Make a mess. Paint my cock with it.”

‎The angle, his size, the sheer force of him fucking into you—your body couldn’t hold it back. You screamed his name as a hot gush squirted out around his cock, splattering his thighs and soaking the sheets.

‎Sukuna groaned, never slowing. “Fuck, that’s it— spraying all over me. You like pissing on my cock like that? You like drenching me while I’m stuffing you full?”

‎You were crying now, begging through the sobs, “Yes, Daddy, more—please, I’ll do it again, I’ll squirt for you again—”

‎And he’d make you. Pinning you flat, railing into you at a brutal pace, his thumb grinding your clit. Every time you gushed, he laughed low in your ear, cock throbbing inside your creamy cunt. “That’s it. Keep squirting, keep dripping. Daddy’s never letting this pussy go.”

‎By the time he finally let himself cum again, you were shaking violently, your pussy frothing white and slick, squirting weakly around him as he pumped another thick load deep inside. He groaned, watching it spill out with his thumb pressing it back in.

The End ❤💦

Neither of you were exactly drunk, but aimlessly wandering campus tipsy had left you both delirious. You couldn't go back to your rooms (you were a hundred percent sure your respective roommates were getting their freak on), so you were stuck outdoors in the quiet peace of the night.

"I've got an idea…"

And that's how you ended up at the gym pool. Sukuna had 24/7 access thanks to being a varsity athlete, and he didn't mind abusing his power to give you both some space and much-needed coolness in the spring heat.

"You sure? I'll have to wear my underwear in the pool…" you asked, hesitantly tugging at your babydoll dress.

"No one will know, brat. Just get in," Sukuna grumbled, already stripping off his shirt.

The water was cool against your heated skin as you slipped in, your red, lacy set doing nothing to hide what lay beneath the surface. Sukuna followed, his muscular frame cutting through the water with ease, closing the distance between you two in seconds.

“You wore red on purpose, hmm?” he murmured, hands finding your waist under the water, pulling you flush against him. “You know how much I like that color on your skin, huh?”

You gasped as his hard length pressed against your stomach, the thin fabric of his boxers doing nothing to conceal how badly he wanted you.

"Kuna… we're in public! There might be cameras!"

"The gym's closed, baby. No one's watching the cams." His lips found your neck, teeth grazing your skin. "Besides, I've been watching you in that slutty dress all night. You think I wasn't going to do something about it, while you looked like a whore? Talking sweetly to ‘Toru while he couldn’t keep his eyes off of your tits?"

His hands slid lower, gripping and slapping your ass with a dull, barely audible smack! that rippled through the dense water, muffling your sharp intake of breath.

"Ow!"

“Someone needs to learn a lesson for flirting with my arch-nemesis!”, smack!, he slapped your bruised ass again in the same spot, making you hide your face in his neck to stifle your cries.

“I’m sorry–Kuna! I wasn’t flirting with him–nghh—he was planning your birthday surprise with me—”, your fingers tangled in his wet hair as your hazy eyes met his crimson ones.

“What part of that involves him looking like he’s hungry for you? I’m going to beat the fuck out of him—”, you cut his growling against your ear to pull him into a kiss masked as an apology, watching his frowning face contort into dazed love-drunkenness. For a moment, the only sound was the lapping of the water against the edge of the pool, and your soft kisses. Then, he surrendered to his impulse. He slid his tongue into your mouth, swallowing your apology whole, kissing you like he wanted to consume your guilt.

Just when you thought the ‘apology’ would’ve earned you mercy from his spanks, his hand moved to your throat to grip it possessively, while the other grabbed your hair, tilting your head back to deepen the kiss. The sudden yank made you cry out against his lips!

“Don’t think this means you’re forgiven,” he growled as he slowly guided his cock to your clothed cunt, making you feel his throbbing tip despite the water resistance.

"Kuna—please—"

"Please what?" He teased your entrance through the cloth, circling slowly. "Use your words, brat."

"We could get in trouble..."

"So be it. Let them see you belong to me," His other hand came up to tilt your chin, forcing your dazed eyes to meet his crimson ones. "Tell me who you belong to, angel."

"I belong to you–fuck—"

A dark smirk crossed his face, but he slowed down his movements to drape your legs over his thighs, his teeth grazing your collarbone. He tugged your bra down, letting your tits spill out, as his mouth moved down to suckle your breast, his tongue swirling around your nipple that made your toes curl.

“Kuna… wait, the water has chlorine… It’s not,” you managed to whimper out while your voice cracked.

He pulled away to mumble something low in a tone of annoyance, but he clearly considered your hesitation, as his face softened at your concerned face that was worried about the public pool hygiene.

Without breaking contact, he pressed his body flush against yours, then maneuvered you to lift you and seat you on the stone ledges of the pool. As you sat on top, your legs now laying on his shoulders, while he stayed inside the water – the cool air of the night suddenly making you shiver. Sukuna leaned in close, his cheek resting on the inside of your thighs as his warm breaths soothed your cunt a little. 

“Better?”, he asked, voice much softer.  

“Yeah… but I’m not planning to lose my virginity here Suk—”

“Who said we’re fucking? I’m teaching you a lesson, filthy girl”, he argued.

You hesitated, but before you could speak any further, he sank into the water on his knees, pushing your legs open as you sat on the tiles. His hands gripped your hips as his wrinkly fingers dug into your skin to anchor you. Your heart skipped a beat as his eyes looked up to meet yours with a naughty desire, and seconds later he dipped his head, his tongue making contact with your soaked underwear, slow strokes on your clothed clit.

“Fuck, I can taste you through your soaked panties, baby,” he groaned against you, voice dripping with lust. 

“Kuna—nghhh–feels so good—”, your hands found their way to grip his pink strands, only for him to withdraw himself from your body suddenly.

“How bad do you want it?” he smirked, kneeling inside the water as his thumb circled on your knee.

“Kuna! Pls—”

“Shhhhh,” and a slap! As he spanked your aching cunt, making you involuntarily quiver in the stinging pain and pleasure.

“That’s your punishment. Begging pathetically just for me to bring you to the edge and leave you there,” he chuckled, his pretty eyelashes fluttering mockingly as every inch of your body resisted the overwhelming need to shove his mouth onto your pussy.

Your faces shifted to a vulnerable state because the glaze in your eyes was no longer from pleasure, and your lips quivering as you looked at him pleadingly melted all his anger into putty. Dominant Kuna had initially been relishing in your regret and wanted you to understand that being with him, getting pleased by him, was a privilege he could revoke at any moment.

But seeing your face made him crumble quicker than he wanted. He hated seeing you cry, even if he was the one who had caused it. 

"Fuck... don't do that," he mumbled as his voice faltered. It sounded like a plea, now, and he reached to wipe down the single tear that had rolled down your cheek. His touch turned gentle, as his eyes softened to lean in closer to look at you. "Fine. You win, brat. But you're not getting off easy in the future."

His cruelty had been replaced by a loving desire as he stood up to pull you into a kiss that was no longer about anger but more about reasserting his ownership of you. The lesson had shifted from punishment to possession, as you both sloppily made out with each other the rest of the night on those cold pool tiles.

He lovingly carried you back to his dorm room once it was a safe hour away away from his roomate. Sukuna dried your body down and wrapped you in his towel, held your head gently as you spooned each other under the blankets that night, mumbling a million ‘sorrys’ to each other until dawn.

art by: @winterrbluess