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Sometimes it was best not to answer Enjin's dumb questionsâsometimes it ends in an argumentâand other timesâŚwell.
âA-ah-!â It ends with the life being squeezed from you by a big, beefy, tatted arm in the world's filthiest position. His words spiraled in your ear, while your spine curved to his will. Your head was lost in the clouds, all you could think about was what Enjin was saying to you while he drilled your shit into the bed like he was trying to break it.
Your pussy throbbed; words meant nothing in that moment, just the feeling of his bicep flexing around your neck, at every soppy thrust he delivered to your puffy hole.Â
âMm, can you breathe, pretty girl?â you let out a strangled moan, feeling his tip smack your G-spot. âGood~You feel so good when you canât breathe-â He pulled your head back, cutting off your circulation, groaning when your pussy tightened, âJ-just like that~â
You were losing it, your hands were shaking, clutching the sheets, struggling to breathe. Oh, Enjin was evil, watching your eyes go white, mouth open, drooling onto his tattoos. Enjin was shaking. You were sucking his dick so good that he started contemplating doing this to you more often.Â
You were ten times sluttier and ten times hornier when you couldnât breatheâonly when your grip on his sheets started to fail, and your body felt more ragdoll than humanâdid he let you breathe, releasing you to the sheets, slowing down to let you catch your breath.Â
He slapped your ass, making you wince, âCâmon, that all you got girl?â
He pushed his cock deeper, smooshing his leaky tip against your sweet spots. You whined, trying to push him away. Your hand pushed up against his sweaty abs, moaning when he grabbed it and forced it behind your back. âUh-uh, take this dick.â
You tried to free your arm, throwing your ass back on him against your will, Enjin purred. He placed his free hand beside your head, angling his cock so he could drive his hips into your assâyour pussy squelchedâthoughts gone, hips betraying you.
The air was filled with the melodic sounds of your sloppy pussy creaming around his girthy length. Anyone walking past would definitely hear you getting your pussy defiled by this aggressive ass man.Â
He pulled your hair, angling your head back so your filthy moans bounced against the walls and deep into his ears. Your ass was bouncing off his hips in pretty waves; it was mesmerizing. He pulled your ass apart, half-lidded golden jewels focused on the way his tatted dick slid in and out of your creamy hole. He threw his head back, âf-fuck, talk me through it, baby, talk me through that shit, tell me how good it is-â
Your thoughts were wasted, but your mouth was rambling, âsssooo good! So- nngh~ d-deep~âÂ
âThat's right, touch yourself fâme.â Your hand slid between your sweaty legs, pressing your shaky fingers on your puffy clit, melting into the sheets, moaning his name in broken mantras. You could feel his dick sliding against your walls, making you squeal. You felt your orgasm building like a wall, and before you could warn him, you were shattering, âo-oh my fuccckkk!âÂ
Enjin felt you tighten, your arm stiffened, muscles spasming. Enjin dragged it out, throwing you into the second orgasm that had you whining, âOh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck-â
He held you there, dragging his cock against your burning walls, listening to your pussy sob, âAwee did she cum again~ do it again, I wanna feel that again-â
He was thrusting into you like a madman, losing whatever restraint he had and pushing your ribcage into the bedâleeeeaaaannninggg alllll the way downâuntil your ass was high in the air, and nothing stopped you from the back and forth back and forth motions he set for you at a rabid pace.Â
âTight l-lil lady- awee are you gonna cum again? For the third time in a row~âÂ
He was acting like a dog, begging you for a response your body refused to give, your eyes were lost, and Enjin had you pinned. Somewhere between your second orgasm, something broke in him that just felt too good.Â
He leaned closer, dragging your hips up until his lips were on your ear, telling you the most sinful shit he could to drag you over the edge, âCâmonn, pretty mama, do it again, go ovaâ the edge fâme one more time so I can send you back over that bitch again- *thrust* and again- *thrust* and a fuckinâ-gain-â
You had this man crying, tears of pure pleasure and joy rolling down his cheeks, collecting at the sides of his shaky lips, forced into the sexiest grin. If you could turn around, see Enjin's face, cheeks, and ears flushed red, all fucked out, sweat-drenched. Eyes lost in the lady pleasure, crawling up his spine and coaxing him to let go of an orgasm heâs long been overdue for.
A sinful moan left his lips. Your pussy was too much, and the worst part was that she wouldnât let go. His tip felt like it was going to explode inside of you if you kept cleanching like thatâlike he begged forâhe was burning through his stamina all for you.Â
âMore bitch, câmonnn she got more to give- you keep fu-fuckinâ playinâ, and y-you wonât leave this bed a-alive.â he bit your ear, making you whineâoh, he just didnât know you wanted to cum again so badâyour hips were stuttering, trying to keep up with the way he fucked you back savage, trying to create that same rhythm that could put you through it again.
But it just wasnât hitting the same; something was missing, and you were getting irritated.
Enjin sees it, the way your body struggles for release, the frustration was evident. You were begging him for help, and he knew just how to help you. His lips dragged against the shell of your ear, âYou want it in a headlock, donât you?â
You nodded frantically, turning your head to the side to meet his watery gaze. His eyes looked like sunsets over an ocean; they were so heavenly. You stuck your lip out, batting away pearly tears, âP-please~âĄâ
His eyes widened, whispering, âFuck, why do you do this to me?â kissing the side of your temple before slithering his arm around your neck, pulling you back against his chest, squeezing your pudge with his other hand.Â
His grip tightened, and on cue, your pussy tightened, drooling on his sheets. Enjin kissed the top of your head, grinding his hips in deep thrusts that left you speechless.Â
It felt so good; his body melted into yours, waves of pleasure crashing down on the two of you as the evening fanned over outside of it all. Nothing mattered more than the way you were being held, the way his weight cushioned you against the sheetsâhis breath synced with yours, caressing your silky walls. Soul-tied.Â
Where your hand reached, his other followed, dragging up your hips, and down your arm, dragging your hand back to your side. âMm-mm-â he shook his head gently, âDonât run from it, baby mâso close donât run~âÂ
His thrusts grew desperate, dragging you up the bed, your head fell on the sheets, whispering his name, âMâso close, and only you do that to me~â
Enjin babbled to you, running his mouth into your neck, âpleasemebabypleaseme~â the headboard hit the wall in a lazy rhythm, the room smelled like you and him, melting your brain down like butter, getting lost in his words, nodding mindlessly, âYeah? Youâll please me, baby? Nod your head, keep telling me yes~âÂ
Even if you wanted to stop, you were too far gone to think right, nodding to make your man happier than he already was. Enjin shudderedâhe knew he was close to the endâand he made sure you got every last inch of it before he was done with you.Â
His grip around your neck was mind-numbing, cutting the circulation to your brain, making you dizzy, âFilthy, filthy, filthy pussy, filthy womanâso greedy, you b-both so fuckinâ greedy-âÂ
Plap~! Plap~! Plap~!Â
Oops, there goes the last of your sanity, âE-enj-!â
âAh ah, you shouldnât be able to speak tâme pretty, looks like I-mânot doinâ a good job at choking you, huh?âÂ
The knot in your stomach was burning, you could feel the ropes start to snap, the tighter his grip got, the harder it got to breathe, the tighter your pussy got, the looser his mouth and mind got, âFuucck~! You want it? You want it, donât you? Nod- atta girl, nod that pretty head and tell big bad Enjin whatchu want~â
His hand slid down between you, rubbing your clit sensuallyâif you could process a single thought, youâd notice his fingers spelling E-N-J-I-N in sloppy cursive. Making this grown ass man giggle, shameless.
If you had half a mind right then, he knew youâd call that shit sexy and probably beg him to do it again, fuck you were his girlâall his. Your pussy contracted, words were strangled gasps, as his dick dug into your spongy walls.Â
Your clit was buzzing, you were shaking in his hands, orgasm slamming into you like a freight train.
You gasped, muscles tightening, dragging the sheets off their edges and crumpling them in front of your weeping face. It was too much; he was too close, your body was giving in to him and gravity, and after three brutal thrusts, Enjin slammed into you, groaning.Â
You felt something warm fill your cunt, overflowing down the sides of his shaft. Enjin sighed, letting his weight fall on you, âTha-*huff*thatâs it, baby, relax fâme~đšâ
The two of you stayed like that for a while before Enjin slid off to the side of you. Pulling you close to him, kissing your forehead. âIâm thinkinâ we do that again when you can feel your legs, yeah?âÂ
You couldnât even nod, just hummed along to his words, drifting off to sleep.Â
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A/N: lowkey kinda nervous~ this one took a second cause I hit a frickin' writer's block, so exscuseee the pacinggg~ ALSO, who else saw Enjin and went C'MERE WEATHER BOY!? CAUSE WHOOO CHILE!!!
Enjin was clawing at the seats, trying desperately to keep his sagging eyes open and focused on the way your ass crashed against his pelvis. Your head was thrown back, bouncing on his dick, lost in pleasure, âsssooo fucking bigg! I love itttt~! Fuckkkk mee~!âÂ
You were whining, using the seats in front of you to throw it all the way back on himâplunging his dick straight into your cervix, dancing stars of all colours, crossed your hazy eyes.Â
Enjin was doing no better, watching and hearing you lose your mind like you hadnât fucked his dick hours before thisâit still surprises him how grateful and obsessed you were.Â
When you got all loud and excited, moaning and creaming on him with zero shame. His hands glided down your back, securing them on the dimples of your ass, âShiittt~â his lashes flutter, adams apple bobbing, âyou l-losinâ it ainât you~â
You didnât respond, just moved faster, shaking the carâif he could see your face, heâd witness the tears, the absolute greed drooling from your open mouth and onto the middle console, your nails were digging into the cushions, you didnât know whether to go back down or get off.
Your muscles were strained against his thighs, but you didnât wanna stopâit felt too good, he felt too good, and he sounded so good. All that base rumbling like a stereo behind you, only making you go harder, and lose your sanity. Talking from your pussy, lose, âYou like ittt donât youuu~? Donât youuuu~?â
You threw him a wobbly, greedy little smile, spit stuck to your chin, âyess babyâtake it. Take whatchu want~ Take me there baby~âÂ
One hand released a seat, rubbing your clit in quick circles, squeezing down on him, sucking him deeper. If he had a blunt, this wouldâve been ten times better; the view wouldâve been smoked out and hot, but it would also calm his nerves.Â
You were fucking him rawâEnjin was starting to get delirious, he was sure he was coming to cum, but his thoughts were wrapped around you. Cause at the moment, you seemed like you didnât care if he nutted, you were on a mission to please yourself.
Enjin shuddered, âBaby- fuck- mamas-!â You shook your head, ignoring him. Enjin tried to pull your hips down and stop you, but you literally fought him. Your hands came outta no where, grabbing and snatching at his wrists, using them as a sort of leverage to keep him from touching you.Â
Enjin's thighs shook, ây-you said ta-take it-â his ears burned, you were trembling, and he heard what sounded like a sniffle melt into a moan the moment your ass hit his lap. Panick surged.
âM-mamas-â
You shook your head again, âYou s-said take it-â you sounded broken, but Enjin was trying so hard not to explode, he needed you to get up, fuck what he said, he wanted this to last.Â
âF-fuck c-câmon slutty girl! Shit! H-hop up fâme, j-juuussttt a l-little second-â
 You shattered, whimpering and crying like he was trying to take something away from you, âY-you said take ittt! Y-you said it was mine~! Y-ah! Youâre such a liar!â you where crying on his dick, it was sexier than any porn heâs watched, you dragged your hips down, grinding down on his dick.Â
Enjin winced, stumbling over his words, âI-I Iâm s-so close-â
âYou said-! Y-you said-â your teary words drifted off when you started feeling him throb in your belly, his breath was ragged, his hips were betraying him to meeting yours halfway, grinding against the seats you had him pressed into.Â
He was trying so hard, but the words were stuck in the back of his throat. You, on the other hand, were frustrated. He was such a liar. How dare he tell you to take what you want, then ask you to get up because he couldnât handle what you gave?Â
You huffed, listening to him tell you for the seventh time to get up. Something evil curled around your soul, something dark and tainted. Instead of listening, you lift your hips.
Dragging his cock alll the way out until the tip remainedâenjin sighed, thinking youâd finally listened. He was about to reach for you and pull you close, probably shower you with kisses, and rub your clit until you beg him to stop.
You released his wrists and gripped his knees, your thighs trapping his, angling his dick just right, before slamming down with the force of a Ram. Enjin's thighs were in pure deliscious pain, he grabbed for the handle above his head.Â
âOH SHIT! OH SHIT! OH SHIT! FUCK!~!âÂ
You started babbling, squeezing down on him angrily, âYou said take what I want! You said- ngh, oohh fuckâyou said take wh-what I want Enjin!â You were scolding him with your mouth and pussy. Slamming down harder and harder, making his body rock with the car.Â
His other hand was twitching beside his jumpy thighs, âAh! Ah! I- I- fuck!â he couldnât speak. You were gripping him and jumping his shit like a pogo stick, and the more he tried to explain himself, the harder you bounced. Enjin was gripping and pulling at everything he could, trying to hold on for life, struggling to keep his soul, trying to escape his open mouth.
Your pussy was squelching, and Enjin swore he heard her growl. âI-itâs mine! M-my dick and I- i do what I want with it-â
And you meant every word you pounded into his hard head~
Enjin's eyes werenât making itâhe was sinking, the more you babbled about his dick being yours yours yours. He doesnât even know when his jaw went slack, and his voice came out in broken cries and pleads, âP-please mommas! Momma! Fuck, fuckkk fuckkk please-â he was mewling, and Enjin never mewls, that was reserved for you and you only.Â
But you were shattering him by the second. He wasnât understanding what you were saying, just shaking, nodding, and crying.
This was gonna be a very quiet, uncomfortable ride back when you two came down from that high. âSay it!â
Enjin was stuck; his hand fell to the door, pulling at the child-locked handle, his legs were moving, writhing, tilting you back and forth, practically helping you fuck him dumb.Â
âO-oh g-god! Sweet h-eavenly watchmen in the sky-t-take me n-now!â
You rolled your eyes, rolling your hips back, making him scream, âOH!âÂ
âSa-y it! S- say itâs mine!âÂ
Enjin was pulling that door, lord, yanking it, âAhhh godddd-! Iâm finna nut, ohh yess lord I am!âÂ
âN-nah-uh! N-Not before you say it!âÂ
He let the hinge go, grabbing at his hair, cross-eyed to the sky, âugghhh fuckkkk Iâm finna cum! fuckkk itâs tâ good!âÂ
âEnjin! Y-you diccckkk!â you were squealing, feeling that tight ball in your stomach drop, spreading through your system, slamming down one good time and grinding it out slowly.Â
âYes!Yes! F-fuckkk fuckkk fuckkk fuckk!â His hips were searing, squeezing as hard as they could; he was trying to shove all of it in. Your core ached, feeling him pulse and spill his cum deep in every knook and alley it could.
âHhooohhh my god!â Enjin whined, feeling the overstimulation start to burn deep in his pelvis. The car was hot, the air was wet with the smell of sex deep in the seats.
Still, you werenât satisfied.
Your legs started, Enjin shot up, ân-no! No noooo Iâm out! Iâm out! No ma'am, itâs yours! All of it, all of yours- fuck, you, you evil woman!!â
You threw him a smirk, shaking your ass back and forth, dragging his spent cock deeper in your stuffed walls. His thighs shook, tears streaming down his face, âPl-please i-iâm actually begging- Thatâs the hardest Iâve came in my life. And I said- did, and acted in some manners that would get me looked down on by the guys if they found out.â
Your eyes widened, fuck the dick. Was he telling you heâs tapping out?Â
You actually gawked at him, no way, The Enjin was tapping out after a little riding!?
âWhat? Look, mâ not letting you get away with telling a-fuck- anyone shit- donât even try me iâll bury you with the trash-â
âEnjinnn! Are you actually tapping out?â You were stunned, I mean, yeah, you were probably doing the most during, and you were definitely starting to feel a cramp coming on.Â
You were actually glad he stopped youâyou hissed, trying to get off of him. The car rattled as you separated from each other, sitting beside him while he bathed in his unholy defeat.Â
You were cupping your knees together, staring up at him, biting your bottom lip, eyes wide. Enjin rolled his head over to you, eyes glossy, breath ragged.
âI wonât tell-â
âYou have no fuckinâ choice!â Enjinâs face twisted, looking down at you like you were dumb. You sucked your teeth, shrugging your shoulders, confused.Â
âOkay? I was trynaâ be nice to yoâ weak ass!â
âI- I donât need you being âniceâ to me for shit!â
You teased, âWell, you were shollâ grippinâ that door handle like you were trynaâ escape⌠and did I hear you praying for a se-â
âPut your clothes on, hand me my coat, and stop talking to me for five to ten minutesâkay?âÂ
You laughed at him, watching the red seep through his skin, turning his head to look out the foggy windows, muttering to himself, with his entire bottom half just hanging in the air.Â
Enjin still reveled in the fact that he completely lost it for a second, but you took your win where it was and handed him what he asked for, searching the car floor for your undergarments.Â
You squeaked the moment you felt something hot touch your ass, almost slipping off the seat, if you hadnât caught yourself on the console. You whipped around, slapping his thigh, âOW!âÂ
âWhoops, lighter slipped-â he sighed, tugging on a preroll set aside in his coat pocket while you rubbed where heâd burned you with the metal around his lighter.
You whispered, âNot my fault you tapped out- OW ENJIN STOP IT!â
A/N: I just had Mcdonalds and now I'm about to go to sleep! Goodnight girlies~
âśď¸ď¸ First Time? (starring . virgin!fratkuna)
synopsis . When you get paired with your campus fratâs resident asshole, Sukuna, for a project, the last thing you expect to learn about him is that heâs a damn virgin! Nor did you expect to be the one to change that.
content . afab!reader, virginity loss, oral sex (m!receiving), premature ejac, non-curse college au, dirty talk, pet names, degrading, porn with a lil plot, teasing, taunting, filth, nipple play (m!receiving), pussy slapping, creampie, confessions, cum eating/making him taste himself, piercings, readerâs pretty blunt, somewhat of a size kink, Sukunaâs kinda soft here and there, slightly dom!reader, etc.
word count . 10.5k | authorâs note: this is a combined repost from kamitv! i want all my works on one account so if this looks familiar, thatâs why. banner art by Rororogi Mogera.
Who wouldâve thought?
Of all people, Sukuna, a virgin? It just didnât make sense.
He was this stand-offish asshole who most people respected out of pure fear. He'd claim not to "do parties" and yet you could always find him at one. Heâd always have some chick on his arm or even in his lap so, in what world would anyone with a brain assume heâs actually never been inside a woman before?
And to make his lack of game all the more unbelievable, heâs even rumored to have a big dickâitâs like some well-known campus fact about the guy! Cosigned by his closet frat brothers, too.
So, again, what reason would anyone have to think the guy was a virgin?
Certainly not you, of course. And you donât expect to be the only person to find out such information either.
The way you find out is probably even more bizarre than the fact itself. You and him had little to no reason to ever interact with each other. You werenât some shy nerd who holed herself up in her room all day or anything, but you werenât much of the party type other.
You were stuck somewhere in the middle of all that, vicariously living through some of your friends who had better things going for them.
As such, there was no real reason for you and Sukuna to cross paths. He never even had a reason to acknowledge your existence until the two of you are paired up together for a project in the one class you happen to take together.
ââ
The background noise is the chatter of your fellow classmates and their own project partners, you find your partner grumbling out a low, âWhat?â In response to your last statement, having hardly heard a thing you said.
âI said,â You huff, sitting beside the man in question as today marks week two of you being paired up with him for this semesterâs project, âWe should be meeting up outside of class too. We could get this knocked out in like a day if you just-â
âOh that,â Sukuna cuts off casually. Seated all slouched back in his seat, his legs sprawled out in that signature manspread of hisâhe rolls his eyes at your little reminder, âYou said somethinâ about that last week.â
You speak through slightly gritted teeth, fighting the headache heâs about to give you from this conversation alone, âAll the more reason for you to take it into consideration. The faster we get this done, the less we have to deal with each other.â
As you say that, you glance at him only to find his eyes directly on yours already. Heâs got such lazy posture, his head tilted slightly whilst he gazes at you so intently, and his big muscular arms folded across his chest. Even wearing a black hoodie and gray sweats, he still looks as attractive as everâmean low-lidded crimson eyes locked on yours, tattooed face so beautifully defined, and rosy lips pulled into such an uninterested little frown.
Up until your words hit his ears properly, âThe less we have to deal with each other, huh?â Sukuna repeats, narrowing his eyes even further at you, âYou barely even know me and yet you want nothing to do with me already.â
âI know enough about you, Sukuna,â You say with a sigh, âAnd you hardly contribute to this project as is. Which only proves that everything they say about you is probably true.â
He arches a brow, his interest piquing, âAnd what exactly do people say about me?â
You let off a light scoff, âDonât act like you donât know.â
âBut I donât know,â Sukuna tells you honestly, maroon eyes boring into yours.
You stare for a moment as you try to decipher whether or not heâs being honest right now. How does he not know what people say about him? Everyone talks about his brooding personality very openly.
âThey say youâre an ass,â You eventually say to the man.
To which his lips twitch into a slight smirk, âAnd you believe that?â
âSeeing as Iâve asked you toâat the very leastâtype your name on this document and you havenât even done that yet,â You scoff, âYes.â
The two of you mildly glare at one another for a moment before Sukuna leans up in his seat. Breaking eye contact for just a moment to look at his laptop, he swiftly moves to open up that shared document of yours and types his name out with a heavy sigh.
After which, heâs slouching back again and looking at you, âDonât believe everything people tell you, woman.â
You roll your eyes at him, âWhat? Are you not fond of rumors? That still doesnât negate the fact that youâre an assho-â
âWhen do you want to meet up?â Sukuna grumbles out almost reluctantly, watching the way you pause and swallow thickly as he catches you off-guard.
Heâs almost even intrigued by how quickly you bounce back, despite being caught by surprise, âFriday. Are you free?â
âUnfortunately,â He grumps.
You give him a little shrug, âGood. Iâll see you then.â
And that was it. That was how each and every interaction with you and Sukuna went. Bickering back and forth about him not doing shit to help you with something thatâll affect your grade majorly, criticizing you about being too focused and needing to relax every now and then, and even calling you a stuck-up little brat one timeâit was safe to say, you and Sukuna didnât get along too well.
Not that you minded anyway. He wasnât your first partner to care little about their grade so, you knew how to deal with these kinds of people by now. Typically, you indulge yourself in their craving to ârelaxâ just once and then they promise to start helping. Youâve gone down that path before and itâs worked for you just fine so you assume things will go the same way with Sukuna.
Plus, you guess you can give him a slight pass for his asshole attitude, at least he has a pretty face to look at. Black ink always decorating his awfully smooth skin, deep dark yet beautiful ruby-shaded eyes boring into whatever it is his focus on, and broad shoulders looming over your smaller figure every time he stands in front of youâyou can't help but feel both attracted and intimidated by the man.
ââ
Which is exactly why when you open your apartment door for the scheduled meetup that Friday to crane your head up at him, youâre swallowing thickly to settle your nerves. Youâve never been alone with the man so of course youâre a bit nervous.
Especially with the way he gazes down at you like thatâs exactly where you belong: beneath him. His eyes are filled to the brim with intensity and yet heâs only just set them on you. Wearing a noticeable black compression shirt and those signature gray sweats of his, he almost appears as though heâd just come from the gym.
And just as you take in his appearance, he very openly takes in yoursâhis eyes raking over your body and taking in every single inch of you. After all, just as it was your first time alone with him, it was his first time seeing you dress so comfortably. He doesnât even try to hide the way he stares at your tits peeking out from the rather thin spaghetti-strap top you were wearing, his eyes soon trailing down slowly to those tauntingly short shorts you had on.
âSo,â Sukuna swipes his tongue over his lips and cocks his head to the side, hands stuffed in his pockets and eyes yet to lift from your legs, âAre you gonna stare at me all day or are you gonna let me in?â
You blink out of whatever little daze you were in, having found yourself gazing at his chest far longer than you meant to. It was right in front of your face after all, how could you look anywhere else? And his shirt was so damn tight, the fabric hugging his well-toned body perfectly, so much so that you swore you could make out piercings on his-
Sukuna leans forward suddenly, his face nearing yours to gain your full attention, âIf you keep staring at me like that, Iâm gonna assume you invited me over for something else-â
âSorry,â You chirp out as you clear your throat and awkwardly step back a bit to let him in, âYou can come in.â
Nodding, Sukuna slips by you and you shut your apartment door behind him. Then, youâre quick to lead him over to your living room where youâd previously been working on your project.
The two of you are hasty to take a seat on your couch, both of you only a few inches apart from one another whilst you lean toward your coffee table and log into your already open laptop. Sukunaâs eyes are all over you as always, studying your side profile, your intent focus on the screen in front of you, and even the way you-
âDid you even bring anything?â You suddenly ask before you glance at the man.
Sukuna quickly meets your gaze, ripping his eyes off of wherever theyâd been previously, âWas I supposed to?â
âSukuna,â You sigh out, âPlease tell me youâre joking right now.â
He swallows at the mere sound of his name rolling off your tongue in that scolding tone of yoursâhe's heard such a tone from you time and time again and yet, for whatever reason, it never seems to annoy him.
âIâm not.â He says plainly.
âHow are we supposed to work on this if you-,â You cut yourself off and decide not to even attempt arguing with him. Arguing wonât change the fact that he showed up with nothing. âJust uhm,â You glance elsewhere for a second before an idea comes to mind and you place your laptop down and stand up, âStay here.â
Sukuna doesnât say anything. He merely watches as you huff and walk off, swiftly exiting the living room and disappearing down a nearby hall. He swears he finds himself looking at you a bit more than intended. Especially as you walked off, his eyes dropping to your ass and those damn shorts of yours.
Even when youâre out of his sight, he still finds himself staring in the direction of which you went, almost unable to look away for whatever strange reason.
That lasts for a few minutes until he snaps out of it and leans back against the couch, tossing his head back and letting out a long sigh. You soon return to find him with an arm stretched along the back of the couch, his legs spread as usual, and his eyes up on the ceiling.
He doesnât even notice youâve returned until he feels something placed in his lap. Looking down, Sukuna finds your laptop kindly set on top of him. To which his brows furrowed in confusion and he looked at you to see you sitting on the floor in between the couch and the coffee table with a paper and pencil in front of you.
âWhatâs this?â Sukuna scoffs.
You donât even spare him a glance as you begin writing something down, âHow weâll get things done.â He opens his mouth to say something but then youâre looking back at him with a glare, âI already organized the parts of this project that you have to do so, since itâs on my computer, you can work on that and Iâll work with what I remember.â
You wholeheartedly expected him to find something about this to disagree with you on but, to your surprise, he simply nods and redirects his focus to your laptop immediately.
And then, the two of you work exactly like that for the remainder of that little study session.
ââ
Sukunaâs not terrible to work with when itâs just you and him. If anything, heâs rather cooperative and a lot smarter than he leads on.
Which is why a solid two hours of productivity flies by surprisingly smoothly with him. If you asked him a question, he answered. Told him to do something, heâd say something snarky, and then do whatever it is youâve instructed anyway.
It all went so perfectly up until he let out a really heavy sigh, âAlright, Iâve had enough for this.â Sukuna says casually.
Heâs been repeating a similar phrase every thirty minutes or so but he usually gets right back to work after getting ignored by you. This time though, you get the feeling heâs serious when he pushes your laptop off of his lap and places it forward on the coffee table.
Itâs then that you frown, âOh câmon, we were getting so much done,â You comment as you glance back to him.
He shrugs, âI canât keep looking at that damn screen, itâs giving me a headache.â
âOf course it is,â You utter sarcastically, rolling your eyes whilst you place your pencil down and throw your arms up to stretch, âFine then, we can take a break.â
Sukunaâs brows lift in surprise. He didnât expect you to listen to him, âGood.â He hums, âI was getting bored as well.â
You scoff, âWere you?â
âYeah, can we do something else?â He asks.
Turning around, you rotate the way youâre sitting so that youâre facing him and your back is resting against your coffee table. âLike what?â You muse, meeting his low-lidded gaze.
âTalk,â Sukuna says.
Thatâs it? He wanted a break to talk to you? Your eyes are narrowing at him before you even realize, âTalk?â You repeat with a scoff, âSeriously?â
He nods, âMhm.â
âWhat do you wanna talk about, Sukuna?â As you ask him that, you watch the way his eyes casually slide down to your lips.
Does he mean to be this indiscreet with his looks? Or is he eyeing you down like that on purpose?
The man shrugs, âAnything outside of fuckinâ school.â
You laugh at that, âOkay, I can work with that.â
He tilts his head at you and licks his lips, âYeah?â Something about your little laugh threw him off.
âMhm,â You hum as you look down at your hand, fiddling with your nails a bit, âThe rumors⌠are they true?â
Thrown off yet again, Sukunaâs brows pinch together. âRumors?â He echoes in a genuinely confused tone, âWhat rumors, woman?â
The sound of your scoff makes him stiffen in his seat. Almost in an instant, the atmosphere had changed suddenly. âCâmon, donât play dumb,â You tease, lifting your gaze to him again, âThe rumors about you.â
He gives you a perplexed look and itâs almost as though you could see the gears in his head turning. âIf you know something, say it.â He demands.
You sigh, âSukuna, do you seriously hear nothing people say about you?â
Sukuna shrugs, âI donât care enough to remember. So what is it? What rumor?â
Youâre just curious. You swear thatâs all it was. And, naturally, since he seemed to have warmed up to youâof course you wanted to know if that rumor about his dick was true. Youâre both adults and itâs just a silly question. Plus, with the way heâs been looking at you all afternoon, youâre sure he wonât mind answering you with a simple yes or no.
Glancing to the side, your shoulders lift a bit, âItâs uh, rather intimate.â You hush out.
Sukuna narrows his eyes at you, âIntimate?? An intimate rumor about me?â
His emphasis on himself makes your eyes flick back over to him. âYeah, are you sure you donât know what they say about you??â You ask again.
âPositive. Now speak, what is it they say?â Sukuna huffs impatiently, even more curious about this little rumor after the mention of it being intimate. After all, heâs never-
âPeople say you have a big dick,â You utter way too casually.
So nonchalantly that it makes him choke, a choke you donât mess with the way he clears his throat and sits up a little. âWhat?â He rasps out.
You bat those stupidly false innocent eyes at him, âI didnât stutter,â Your tone dips into something different and he catches every bit of it, âPeople say you have a big dick, is it true?â
Sukuna clears his throat and for the first time, he glances away from you. Then, he opens and closes his mouth, contemplating his next words carefully before they soon fall from his lips, âYou wanna find out?â
His offer spurs a shift in your seat from you as you scoot closer to him ever so slightly, âYou wanna show me?â You ask boldly, your tone direct, and not even a flicker of hesitation present.
âDo I want to-,â Sukuna pauses, his eyes scanning the entirety of your seated frame as you inch closer to him, âWhat?â He huffs, swallowing thickly.
You move to stand on your knees and lean forward to the couch, soon propping your chin up on your palm as you look at him, âShow me,â You chuckle, âI asked if you wanted to show me, Sukuna.â
He blinks, âShow you my cock?â
You shrug, âYeah.â
The air is so thick right now, Sukunaâs not sure how exactly he can play this off without making a fool of himself. He gulps yet again, only to watch as your eyes start to drop down along his body.
âStop,â He rushes out, âKeep your eyes up here. On mine,â He commands in a low tone, earning your gaze once more.
And then itâs quiet for a moment. Heâs staring at you and youâre obediently keeping your eyes up on his. Sukuna hates it but he doesnât know what to say or do from here. The last thing he wanted was for you to find out his little secret.
Itâs like he was waiting for a fucking pin to drop, something to break the silence. Yet, his mind was going blank and words were failing him at the moment. Heâs flirted with women before, plenty of times actually, effortlessly evenâbut for whatever reason, as you sit there with those stupidly pretty eyes staring at him, his mind simply flakes on him.
Heâs like that for a minute longer until you move. So subtly too, sliding a hand to his thigh, leaning forward slightly, batting your lashes at him, âSukuna?â You whisper.
His hips are rolling upward slightly at the sound of his name alone. âW-What?â He stammers, mentally cursing himself a thousand times over.
âIf you donât wanna show me you can jusâ say no,â You hum, smiling a bit, âYâknow that, right?â
He scoffs, âOf course I know that, woman.â
âIf you know that thenâŚâ Your fingers lightly squeeze his thigh and you tilt your head, âAre you gonna tell me or show me whether or not those rumors are true?â
Something simply clicks inside Sukunaâs head. Rose-tinted lips cracking into a smirk, the man spreads his legs further and slouches back into the couch, âFind out for yourself since youâre so curious.â
Your eyes go wide, âWhat?â
Sukuna scoffs lightly, moving one of his arms from the back of the couch and placing his hand over his crotch. Of course, your gaze sinks down to his veiny hand, watching as he palms a stupidly large bulge in his sweats.
Your breath hitches a bit, âI-â
You donât even get the chance to get it out before heâs cutting you off, âCâmere,â Sukuna hums in that low voice of his.
âWhat?â You whisper.
You and him make eye contact again and he nods his chin toward the space in between his legs. Nothing can really explain why you follow his gesture and quickly find yourself sitting in between his legs, taking a deep breath as you settle your hands on his thighs.
Sliding your touch up and up and up until your fingers graze his hand. The same hand that was resting on top of that aching bulge of his.
Sukuna slowly lifts his hand up and away, relaxing his arm on the back of the couch again as he stares down at you. Cocking his head to the side, âWell? Feel it.â He huffs.
You donât even hesitate. Trailing your fingers upward carefully until you feel the outline of his cock beneath your fingertips, gulping as you drag your hand up to cup his length in your hand firmly, and smirking at the way his cock twitches furiously beneath your small touch.
Sukunaâs mouth falls open for a second but youâre too engrossed in feeling him to notice. He lets out a shuddered breath as he watches the way you grope his steadily growing erection. His head even tosses back and his fingers dig into the couch for a moment.
âIt is big,â You whisper to yourself, your words only making him twitch more within your hand.
âFuck,â Sukuna grits out lowly, hips unconsciously lifting to press himself further against you.
His curse earns your attention. You quickly glance up to him and see the way heâs got his head tossed back, Adam's apple bobbing with every heavy gulp he takes, and his chest rising and falling rather quickly.
You lift your hand carefully and decide to test something out. Slowly, you lean forward and just barely press your lips against his clothed cock.
Sukunaâs whole body reacts. He gasps louder than he means to and heâs weaving his fingers through your hair faster than he realizes, palming your scalp as he quickly looks down at you. âT-The fuck are you doing? Huh?â He huffs while gripping onto your hair.
You lift your head a bit but he keeps you in place, despite his question to you. âI justâŚâ Youâre not exactly sure you can explain yourself.
And by this point, Sukuna doesnât think he cares enough to hear an excuse from you, ââŚYou what? You wanna see it?â
All you can do is give him a little nod before he moves his free hand to the drawstring of his sweatpants. Then you're quick to help him tug them down until his boxers are revealed to youâa noticeable dampness in the fabric right where his leaking tip is. Was that because of you?
Before you can dawn on your own questions, Sukunaâs moving to tug his cock out. And fuck is he even bigger revealed before your eyes. With an upward curve, such an angry flushed tip, precum dripping from the slit of his fat cockhead, veins decorating his shaft and-
Shit, you were drooling. Howâd you get like this again?? Ah, who cares.
âSukuna,â You breathe out, ripping your eyes away from his cock just to look up at him.
He was almost panting, dark maroon eyes pouring down into yours, face flushed with different shades of red and pink, his lips parted softlyâhell, he looked like he was in heat or something.
Gulping before he answers you, Sukuna clears his throat and his voice is already husky, âWhat?â
You shift against the floor, your hands relaxing against his large thighs, âCan I-â
âYeah,â He cuts off. Lord knows if you got that question out he was going to lose his damn mind.
You raise a brow and lean forward, keeping your eyes on his while your lips near his tip, âYeah?â
The last thing you get from him is a nod before youâre parting your lips. And from that moment forward, it all goes downhill. Everything from the way youâre sitting in between his legs to that initial connection of your plush lips against his drooling cock had Sukunaâs mind spinning.
Heâs never been sucked off before. Hell, the farthest heâs gone as far as sexual activities are concerned is a little bit of dry humping. But this? Oh hell, this was his first time and he had zero idea how he was going to keep that information away from you.
Especially when he feels your tongue slip from between your lips and swirl around the head of his cock, kittenly lapping up that slim layer of precum sitting so prettily on his tip.
âOh f-fuuck,â Sukuna groans huskily, the hand on your head gripping tighter.
You pull away from him slightly just to take in his expression and the way he tosses his head back. It was almost cute to you. The last thing you expected was for him to be so damn sensitive, you hardly did anything.
His sensitivity only worsens as you finally start wrapping your lips around his cock, feeling him throb when you sink your mouth down on him. Sukunaâs jaw goes slack and his brows twist up. He tries his best to hold it in but he canât help but moan at the way you leisurely suck on half of his lengthy cock.
Your saliva wets up the rest of his shaft and you make up for what your mouth hasnât reached yet with your hand, stroking him lightly whilst you take the rest of his girth in and out of your mouth. Rolling your tongue around him, pulling off just to messily spit and kiss on his blushing tip, and slobbering all over himâSukuna almost fucking kicked something with how good your mouth felt around him.
Heâs used his hand and other shit before but holy fuck, nothing, and he means nothing compares to that damn mouth of yours. The way you look with his cock stuffed right in between those lips heâs been staring at for God knows how longâyour lips all slick with spit, eyes rolling back the deeper you take him, and tongue sticking out every time you pull your mouth off of him.
You soon slip your mouth off of him and start jerking him off, focusing your tongue on his tip and slithering the wet muscle in between the slit of his cock, lathering your tongue up with his glistening precum.
The sound of Sukuna groaning makes you look up at him, finding his eyes on yours again. Heâs panting, trying his best to look like this wasnât phasing him but failing in every way with how flushed his face was.
Your tongue sticks out and your hand continues to slide up and down his cock as you tap his tip on your tongue, making his brows twist up.
He bites back a throaty sound, âHah⌠damn brat,â Sukuna huffs out as if to⌠degrade you?
You almost find it cute how clearly inexperienced he is, spitting a fat wad of spit onto his pretty wet tip and then smiling at him, âSukuna,â You coo, your hand gripping his shaft tighter, âIs this your first time?â
He instantly looks off to the side, the veins in his neck and along his jawline tensing as he grits his teeth. Since he decides to ignore your little question, you take it a step further and slide your hand down his cock, gripping his thick base firmly before taking him into your heavenly warm mouth again.
His expression breaks completely, âOh shit,â Sukuna moans, his hips bucking up into your mouth as you slide him deeper into your mouth than you did before.
Then his hand is pushing your head down further on instinct and heâs subtly rutting his hips up. You lift your head up despite his constant pushing, soon causing your head to bob up and down whilst you suck him off skillfully.
âJusâ like that,â Sukuna suddenly groans and you moan around his cock in reaction. To which he keeps giving your mouth mindless little thrusts, âDonât s-, agh, stop.â
Sucking him deeper and deeper before you move your hand completely, you suck in a deep breath of air through your nose, open up the very back of your throat, and sink all the way down, your lips meeting his pelvis as your eyes roll to the back of your head.
Sukuna kicks something. Probably your coffee table with the way one of his legs extends out so suddenly, a choked-out groan ripped from his throat as your little move was all it took for him to cum. And itâs so much too, hot thick ropes of cum spurting down your throat, his hand holding onto your head for dear life whilst a moan of your name rolls off his tongue.
Youâre still sucking too, pulling up only to swallow what heâs gifted you and then stick your tongue out. Laying it flat against his tip, you leisurely lick at him as if to beg for more and now the manâs pushing your head away for the first time.
When you lift your eyes up to him again, you notice heâs got his tattooed arm over his mouth and his lashes are batting softly at you. For such a big man, he was so ridiculously cute right now. Panting, sweating, cursing under his breath as if you couldnât hear him.
âYeah,â Sukuna utters suddenly, clearing his throat, âThat was⌠my first⌠time. I uh-â
âDo you want more?â Is the last thing you asked him before you were sitting back on your heels and he was stumbling to his feet.
You had to guide him through it of course but, Sukuna doesnât hesitate to stuff your face full of his cock again. You take him so kindly too, obediently sitting there with your hands gripping his thighs for support with every careful thrust of his hips.
He was trying to be gentle with you at first. Partially because he didnât know what the hell he was doing, and also because he just loved the initial entry into your mouth. Over and over, Sukuna slid his dick in and out of your mouth like he was possessed, addicted to the feeling of you greedily sucking on him.
He was still sensitive from his first orgasm but his cock had yet to go downâtwitching inside that sloppy mouth of yours, aching against your tongue, and dripping into the depths of your throat. Sukuna wasnât much of a talker but he damn sure let out a plethora of grunts and groans.
They were so husk too, coming from deep within his chest, some getting caught in his throat when he felt your tongue flick against a specific vein on the underside of his cock. His fat tip knocked into the back of your throat with a single heavy thrust before his hands were latching onto the sides of your head.
Again, heâs not much of a talker but, something seems to come over him all at once because soon heâs got his gaze locked down on the messy sight of you and heâs huffing out words before he realizes. âEyes up here, câmon, hah⌠look at me,â Sukuna grunts.
Your eyes are completely glossed over as they flutter up to him. A moan vibrates against his skin as you make such intimate eye contact with the man, feeling his hips pick up.
Sukuna nods, âGood girl,â He praises in a low purr, and fuck does that do wonders for you because your legs are squeezing together more than they were before and youâre whining against him. âFuck, yâlike that?â He huffs, earning a sloppy lilâ nod from you.
He then feels you hum, âM-Mhm.â And heâs got chills slipping up his spine in pleasure.
Cracking a lazy, lopsided, and almost fucked-out little smirk, Sukuna scoffs, âYeah? Fuck, behind all those g-glares ând-, agh, scolding me⌠this is all you wanted, hm? A throat full of cock?â
His words had you whining again, fluttering your lashes at him as your fingertips dug into his thighs a little. Sukuna eases his hips back slowly, tipping his head to the side as he gently caresses the side of your face with his thumb.
âMessy girl,â He hums deeply, biting his lower lip at the way youâre just drooling for more and more as he pulls himself out of your mouth completely. âJusâ look at this face,â Sukuna chuckles, âYâlook like a slut cryinâ like thatâitâs cute.â
Blinking, you hadnât even realized you had a tear or two sliding down your face. Your mouth remains open for a second before he moves to rub his tip against your plump lips, smearing your spit and his cum all over the damn place with a little grin on his face.
ââKunaâŚâ You whisper, earning a quirk of his brow, âI canât believe youâre a virg-â
âDonât finish that sentence,â He grunts, moving a thumb to your chin to widen how open your mouth is for him, âJusâ⌠keep sittinâ there lookinâ pretty fâme,â Sukuna says.
You roll your eyes at him and all he can do is smile, pushing his hips forward again and easing his cock in between your lips. He slides in slowly until you can feel him pressing right against the back of your throat. To which he keeps himself there for a second, testing that gag reflex of yours and watching your eyes water.
Moving his hand back to the top of your head, he buries his fingers in your hair, âSo fuckinâ sexy like this,â Sukuna compliments, feeling you moan in response, âMâgonna cum again, stay j-just like that,â He breathes out heavily, his eyes rolling to the back of his skull before heâs throwing his head back.
And as if to coax his orgasm out, you carefully move a hand to cup his balls, sucking on his cock as best as you can and earning an accidental sound from his throat. The second your palm is felt against him, the moment he feels your tongue slicking against him, Sukuna whines.
Then his thighs are tensing and heâs groaning loudly as if to cover up the sound that just left his lips, filling your throat with his seed and then tugging your mouth off of him with a quick pull of your head. Youâre quick to swallow for yet a second time, letting out a needed cough after the fact while he stumbles back just a bit, his calves hitting the couch.
âWhore,â Sukuna growls.
You clear your throat and send a smile his way, âNot my fault you cum easy.â
Sukunaâs slow to sit back down on the couch to catch his breath, âTell anyone about this and Iâll-â
âOh,â You suddenly purr, cutting him off as you lift yourself up from the ground. He watches with slightly widened eyes as you move to straddle him, âDonât tell me you thought we were done?â
Heâs at a loss for words all over again, his confidence suddenly getting caught in his throat and flying out the window. Your hands slip to his broad shoulders and you lean forward a little.
Sukunaâs hands shakily find their way to your waist as he stares up at you, âYou want more?â
You smirk, tilting your head at the dumbfounded male, âDonât you?â You ask in a sultry little whisper, making his sensitive cock twitch once more. âAt the very leastâŚâ Your lips slowly near his and heâs losing his breath, âTaste yourself, Sukuna.â
And then your lips are on his and heâs taking your tongue into his mouth. His grip on your waist tightens before he pulls you flush against him, feeling your crotch press right against his cock thatâs steadily twitching back to life.
The two of you share a heated and messy kiss, your hips carefully swaying against him to encourage his returning arousal. You canât really use curiosity as an excuse anymore, can you?
Well, you can. And you do with the way your hands slide down to his chest, your fingers slipping over his nipples to find exactly what youâd been curious about. You flick your fingers over his piercing there and Sukuna lets out a low hiss, prying his lips from yours and sending you a glare.
Not only did that little move of yours make his cock spring up completely but, you also notice the frown on his face.
Smiling at him, âSukunaâŚâ
âDonât.â He huffs.
âYou have nipple piercings?â You end up asking anyway in a happy little tone.
He grits his teeth slightly, ââŚObviously.â
Chuckling, you press a soft peck against his lips and whisper, âCan I see them?â
âNo.â He replies.
âNo? Oh câmonnn, theyâre just piercings!â You whine as your legs remain sprawled out over Sukunaâs muscular thighs.
Your panty-clad cunt was throbbing over his saliva-slicked semi-hard cock, and yet here Sukuna was still trying his very best to figure out a way out of this situation. It wasnât that he didnât want to go further with youâhe was just nervous.
Not that heâd ever say that out loud though. Admit youâve made him nervous? Oh please, in what universe?
Sure, you made him cum prematurely but thatâs not his fault. No one told you to have such a slutty ass mouth.
Back to the present though, as you gaze down at him with those stupidly pretty eyes of yours, batting your lashes pleadingly whilst you await for the man to change his answer. It was simply unfair of him to have nipple piercings and not show you. Itâs the least he could do after the head you just gave him, right?
âNo, itâs not the âleast I can doâ,â Sukuna huffs. Itâs then that you realize youâd spoken your thoughts aloud butâin a wayâyouâre actually glad you did so, âYouâre not seeing shit, now get off of me.â
The pout that presents itself on your face is practically immediate, âCâmon âKuna, I wonât touch them. I just wanna see,â You coo softly, tilting your head to the side as if to convince him, âPlease?â
One simple word and his tip was wet with precum yet again. Sukuna swears he hates you. He hates the way you're looking at him right now, the way you're seated so perfectly on top of him, and the way he forgets how the hell he even got into this position with you in the first place.
Didn't he come over here to finish a project? Not have sex with you.
And yet, he can't find it in himself to say no to you again. That damn word you said, it did something to him. Sukuna's not sure what or why but his mouth is moving on its own, almost instinctively, "You wanna see them?" He sighs.
You're nodding, slipping your hands down to the hem of his shirt, "Yeah. Promise I won't touch."
"Tch. I..." Sukuna grits his teeth and you can see a pretty vein decorating his skin along his sharp jawline as he glances away for a moment, "I want you to beg me again."
Although you're a bit taken back by his request, you're quick to lean forward a bit and bite your lower lip, "Please?"
He ignores the word leaving you lips, his cock springing to life once more despite his attempt at leaving you unanswered. Given his body's reaction to you, all you can do is smirk before you're leaning down slightly and pressing your lips to his jaw.
"Pretty please, Sukuna?" You purr, warm breath hitting his now overly tense skin, "I promise I'll be good. Won't lay a finger on you unless you want me to."
His head slumps back against the couch and he inhales sharply at your soft touch sliding under his shirt, steadily working it up as the black fabric bundles up against your hands.
Then you're at his neck, sucking on his skin, rolling your tongue over him, shifting your hips forward against his cock and he simply groans. "F-Fucking, fine." Sukuna huffs, annoyed out of his ever-loving mind at whatever control it is you seem to have over him.
He hates you. He swears he hates you. Everything about the way your hands quickly tug his shirt up over his head, tossing the fabric elsewhere as you set your greedy eyes on his chest, the way your eyes widen at how flushed his skin is, and the sight of your tongue swiping over your lips as soon as you set your sight on his nipples.
Such pretty contrasting metal decorated his very pretty swollen nipples. So flushed with shades of pink and red, itching to be touchedâjust one flick and you knew he'd let out the most heavenly sound. The problem was convincing him to let you touch his nipples.
They were so damn tempting though, you swore you were drooling at the sight. God, you just wanted to reach out and-
"No," Sukuna rasps out. Your eyes snap up to his face and your pussy throbs at his expression.
He's beyond embarrassed. His eyes almost look glossed over with how desperate he was for you to stop looking at him. And yet he was so pouty and grumpy too, plump lips pulled into the cutest little frown at how hungry you were looking at him, his breathing unsteady all over again, and his cock felt twitching wildly beneath you.
You smirk, "'No'... what?"
"No, you cannot touch them," He's slow to clarify that, having seen right through those greedy eyes of yours, "You wanted to see and you've seen so-"
"I can make you feel good though," You purr, leaning in close to him all over again. "Jus' let me-"
"No," Sukuna mutters sternly. Then his hands are meeting your hips and his grip alone makes you flinch.
His touch is filled with intent as he slides his hands back to your ass and gives you a nice and firm squeeze, tugging you against him and making you gasp at the way his dick twitches right against your cunt. Your hands go to his shoulders to stop yourself from being pulled flush against him and he gazes dead up into your eyes.
How does one look so needy and yet commanding at the same time? It was like Sukuna told you thousands of words through his gaze alone. Maybe it was his very apparent physical need for you, or maybe it was just how attractive he is when aroused but fuck his look had your body hot all over.
Sukuna lets out a small breath of air before he drops his raspy tone even lower to a whisper, "Fuck me," He utters, feeling the reaction your cunt has to his words and cracking a cocky little smirk, "Fuck me, and you can touch me as much as you wish to."
You gulp thickly. Did you forget how to speak for a moment because all you do is open your mouth and it was like no words were even coming to your brain. His gaze was to intense and starved, large hands playing with the fat of your ass while he lifts his hips up slightly.
Then you gasp again, his thick tip was pressing right against your needy hole through the few layers of clothing that remained and you felt drunk off of your own arousal. Nodding and whispering in return, "O-Okay," Your hands slide around his neck and you lean in until your lips are meeting his again.
And if you were drunk off of your arousal then he was fucking high off of his ownâfeeling faded out of his mind with the way he leisurely moves to undress your lower half as he kisses you like he's done so a thousand times before, sliding his tongue into your mouth, swallowing up your moans, sucking on your lower lip, and undressing you all in one go.
Hell, for a second you forget the man is a damn virgin.
And as if to combat with thatâyou feel like a damn virgin once you start sinking your saccharine walls around Sukunaâs thickly curved cock. Gasping against his lips and feeling his fingertips curl into the skin of your waist, his jaw-dropping and lips quivering against yours as he lets out the most guttural groan heâs ever uttered, and both of your eyes fluttering at the connection of his body to yours.
Sukunaâs deeply shaded red eyes are hazy on yours as you sink down on him. His mind is turning to mush and he swears heâs about to pass the fuck out. It couldâve been the way your face looked as your cunt greedily sucked in his cock, or how tight your walls clamped down on him but, either way, Sukuna felt hot all over. Dizzy with lust and faded off of everything thatâs you.
Every inch of you, the feel of your squeezing wet pussy enclosing around his aching cock, that breathy squeak of his name leaving your lips, and then your fingers grazing his chest-
Sukunaâs brows twist up and his entire body flinches instinctively. Hips bucking up slightly, large hands urging you further down, and shaky sound escaping his wet blushing lipsâheâd officially lost it.
He looked so damn pretty doing so as well, not that youâd ever tell him that (youâve embarrassed him enough for the time being). Those damn eyes of his were all glossed over, his bottom lip was shaking as a sexy-pitched gasp escaped his throat, and his hands held onto you for dear life whilst he bottomed out.
His fat cockhead kissing your cervix with little to no movement had you panting heavily while you kept your eyes low on his. ââKuna,â You feel his cock twitch desperately inside you and you toy with one of his sensitive nipples in between your index and thumb, âY-Youâre so-â
âShut up,â He groans, and then heâs kissing youâdesperately, hungrily-, starved. He knew another word from you would have your cunt stuffed full of his cum within seconds.
And as much as he wanted that, as much as he knew thatâd be the end result of all this, he did not want to make yet another fool of himself. Though, the way your fingertips constantly flick over his pierced nipples makes him fucking whine into your mouth, a heavy grunt following after the sound as if to cover it up.
The hands your waist urge your body up, dragging your slicked walls up along his cock before allowing gravity to slam you back down. God the way you moan his name makes his knees feel weak. You were making him, as a whole, feel so utterly weak.
It wasnât long before you were picking up a steady pace on top of him, your breaths shared with his and his eyes not once leaving yours. Sukuna was such a silent commander, that gaze of his told you everything, testing-, no, daring you to look away from him. He didnât even know what it was about eye contact but he craved it so desperately.
Your gaze made his cock so stupidly hard, so much so that he just wanted to flip you over on this stupid couch of yours and-
And then he was. Sukuna doesnât even register heâs repositioned with you until you let out the prettiest little whimper and your eyes roll back as he, almost experimentally, thrusts his heavy cock deep past your plush pussy lips.
What brings him back into the moment is that sound of you and the way youâre choking out his name, âSâkuna, f-fuck,â You almost hate that heâs taken control because youâve lost your teasing of his chest, âWhyâd you-, ngh-,â Youâre cut off completely when he drags his hips back so torturously slow before rolling his hips down into you.
Shaking his head thoughtlessly, âShut up,â Sukuna huffs again as he presses his bulky weight down against you, folding you into the meanest mating press and making you let out a filthy mewl at the sheer stretch of his girthy cock. âPlease,â He sounds almost breathless, that plea of his hardly even audible, âJust be quiet fâme.â
Your jaw hangs open and youâre simply gaping up at the man with stupid, cockdrunk eyes. Something about feeling and watching him learn how to please you was probably more pleasurable than the sex itself. Which is saying an awfully lot because even though he didn't know what the hell he was doing, whatever he was doing, he was doing it right.
All you can do is wrap your arms around his neck and tug him closer, moaning his name softly every time his tip nudges into that mushy spot inside you. Sukuna lets out a low hum when he feels your nails claw at his back suddenly.
Then the cocky bastard has the nerve to fucking smile at you. Almost as if he enjoyed the pain of your nails scratching at his back hard enough to leave marksâŚ
Because, of course, then heâs fucking you faster, harder, deeper. So determined to learn what you like, to learn your body inside and out (literally), and to have you mark up his back more than the dark ink that decorates his skin currently.
âYâfeel so fuckinââŚâ He can hardly even speak as he just grows addicted to pushing his cock in and out and in and out. That sloppy sound of your cunt squelching and wetting up his cock over and over again-, fuck he couldnât get enough of it. âS-So fuckinâ good,â Sukunaâs voice almost softens as he shifts his lips to your ear, âOh fuck, wannaâŚâ His words trail off, a deep shade of blush coating his cheeks.
You canât help but grow that never-ending urge to tease him, moving your lips to his ear, âWanna what?â There was a slight shake in your voice but that didnât save him from his cock throbbing at the sound of your voice alone.
âHahh⌠wanna-, agh, wanna make you cum,â Sukuna admits begrudgingly. He sounded so ridiculously embarrassed saying that out loud but he was far too pussydrunk to care right now.
Thrusts growing heavier as if he were searching for a specific spot inside you, his eyes softening as he shifts to hover his face over yours once more, and his groans making your stomach churn with butterflies. Hell, you almost do exactly that of what heâs requested based on the sound of desperation in his tone alone.
Sukunaâs usually such a big, mean, sometimes stoic man, and yet here he was, silently requesting your assistance.
He is only a virgin after all.
âNot anymore,â He gruffs, catching you by surprise as you render the fact that those words left your lips. âCâmon, tell me what to do.â
Again, Sukuna swears on his life he hates you. He hates the way youâve made him so weak, the way your cunt is so deliciously warm inside, the way you moan his name-
Fuck, he hates you.
ââKuna,â You whisper as you slide one of your hands from around his neck to slip to his hand and guide him, âMy clit. You gotta-â
Your breath is caught in your throat all over again. You were trying to guide him just like he wanted you to but Sukuna was far too quick of a learner, swatting his thick thumb around in search before his ears twitch at the way your voice gets stuck in your throat.
âHere?â He has the nerve to whisper gently, âRub here, right? Yâlike that?â Sukuna asks as he matches his thrusts with the flick of his thumb, drinking in the way your back arches up off of the couch and your eyes roll back.
Youâre nodding, âYes yes-, r-right there âKuna, fuckâŚâ
His eyes rake over your face all over again and then heâs doing that thing where he speaks without thinking, âSo fuckinâ pretty like this.â
Of course, those softly uttered words pull you out of your cockdrunken stupor for only a moment, âH-Huh?â You breathe out as your eyes meet his.
âI hate you,â Sukuna lies straight through his teeth, âHate how pretty you look beneath me,â Heâs babbling at this point, picking up his pace and trying to angle his cock into somewhere specific, âHow fuckinââgod youâre squeezinâ me sâtight, hahhâh-how you sound moaning my name, taking my cock.â With that last sentence comes a particularly harsh thrust.
Your nails scrape at his back again and he moans in pleasure. Gloss covers your eyes as he finally finds that spot that has you seeing stars, âSukuna,â You moan sweetly, feeling him hit that very spot over and over and over again.
âAgain,â He huffs, leaning down even closer and pressing more of his weight onto you, âMoan my name again, brat.â
âSukuna,â Youâre moaning without the need for his instruction. To hell if the man is a virgin, he knows how to use his cock.
What he doesnât realize is how big he is in comparison to anyone else youâve been with. Stretching you open with every thrust, fucking you ridiculously full of all his thick inches, knocking his dripping tip right against your sweet spot, making your legs tingle in numbness, and rolling skillful circles around your clit as if heâd practiced doing so before.
âFuckinâ perfect,â Sukuna rasps out, his eyes locked dead onto yours as usual.
He was so focused on you, so eager to make you cum. Obviously, heâd never felt anything like this before so he never wants it to end. And perhaps thatâs the only reason why he hasnât emptied himself into you yet.
Every time youâre felt leaving another bright red mark on his back, he lets out a low hiss before flashing a smirk down at you, thrusts growing harder. Then thereâs the way you just gape up at him, jaw dangling as youâre so clearly lost in pleasure, and pussy swallowing him in whole each time he fucks himself back into you.
And your little gasps of, âFeels s-so good Kuna, donât stop.â Have him reeling back on purpose, pretending to mistakenly slip his cock out of you for a moment only to slap his fat cockhead against your needy hole and then push all of himself right back in.
With a smug expression on his face, âDonât tell me what tâdo,â He responds.
âI jusâ did,â You argue back all in one breath.
God, he- , âI hate you,â The words are leaving his lips yet again but he canât stop driving his dick inside you. Youâre so fucking warm, so welcoming for him, so honeyed and sweet inside. Hell, for a second he wonders what youâd taste like on his tongueâdespite never even going down on someone before.
âYeah,â You flash a fucked-out little smile up at him and your walls grip onto him tighter, making his brows twist up, âBut you love fuckinâ me.â Your little whisper makes him shudder.
He nearly cums at that, releasing a strangled groan before he just nods almost obediently, âUhuh.â Sukuna mumbles, his hate for you growing with every passing second.
There you are under him, still teasing him despite the expression of pleasure plastered across your face, âYeah?â
âM-Mhm,â He grumbles in response.
He canât help but just agree with you. Of course he adores fucking you. If anything, he doesnât think heâd prefer it be anyone else. After watching your cute ass all composed every week in class, listening to the way you lecture him for not paying attention as if you actually care about him, watching you grow surprised today at the way he can get things done when he puts in an effort-
Shit, of course he wanted to see you like thisâsplayed out like a pretty little slut for him, gasping his name, looking him in the eye, and allowing him to fuck you. God, his mind is spinning. He canât think at all.
So lost in his head, youâre left spasming below him because heâs still thumbing at your clit and his cock is as unforgiving as ever, âSukuna,â His name rolls off of your tongue beautifully and heâs left in awe above you.
Tilting his head, âWhat?â Sukuna breathes as heâs pulled from his daze and back to the present.
âMake me cum,â You order so suddenly.
As that third word leaves those lips of yours, Sukuna smirks knowingly and he leans up a little just to angle himself better inside you. He glances down at your cunt, biting his lip at the sight of his cock bulging inside you, watching himself push in and out for a second before his smirk turns into a lazy little smile.
âAlready didâ,â He scoffs, flicking his eyes back up to you.
Your brows twist up, âWha-â
âAre you that dumb when cock is inside yaâ?â He utters meanly and earns an immediate squeeze of your gummy walls around his veiny shaft, âYou came a few minutes ago, brat.â
âIâŚâ Your expression becomes dumbfounded and in an instant, youâre the one left embarrassed.
Which he finds all too cute, âFelt good though.â He comments smugly, looking back down to where youâre connected and tilting his head at the sight.
Fuck, he was so sexy above you. Even on his chest, bright red scratches decorated his skin. When did you do that? His nipples were still as flushed as his face and you wanted so badly to reach out and flick your fingers against them again.
Pouting, âSukuna-â
âDo it again fâme,â The man cuts off.
You canât even get a response out before heâs leaning down again, âI-â
This time youâre cut off by him pressing your legs together and against your chest, loving the pretty sight of you folded and bent to his will like this. All he can do is stare down and watch himself fuck you, seeing your swollen lips take in his fat length so fucking beautifully. Itâs like you were made for him or something.
Your cunt only molds around his cock, sucking him in whenever he pulls out like you never wanted him to leave you. He could feel every throb of your pussy when he spoke to you, every squeeze of your warmth when he reached deeper than before, and fuck was he enamored by every second of it.
âPlease,â He says breathlessly all of a sudden, itching to watch you cum on his cock this time around.
His begging is followed by him moving his hand back down to your pussy, his thumb sliding back in search of your clit. Rubbing those maddening little circles once he finds it, Sukuna focuses most of his attention on your body. Every little jump you make when he swats his thumb to the left, every pitch in your moan when he thrusts inside you at a certain paceâSukuna soon smiles once heâs got you all figured out.
âOh fuck,â You whimper, tossing your head back against the couch as your eyes loll to the back of your hand.
With that knowing smile on his face, the couch creaks with his rough thrusts inside you, âStop makinâ me beg you for shit,â Sukuna grunts before gifting your throbbing pussy with a little smack, âJusâ give it tâme.â
âSukuna-, ah,â Youâre choking at the sensation and your cunt narrows even more around him.
His toned pelvis smacks against you over and over, heavy balls hitting your ass with each shove of his fat cock inside your warmth, âFuck,â The man heaves as he feels himself steadily growing addicted.
Why the hell didnât he have sex with someone sooner?
âMâgonna cum,â You soon whine out to the man.
To which he clashes into you faster, feining for it, âPlease, fuckinâ need it,â Sukuna groans before pressing down against you again.
His thrusts grow uneven and jagged, eyes rolling back when he feels you finally cumming around his cock for a second time. You were squeezing him so tight. All he could do was moan at how perfect you were.
âShiit,â He huffs, his cock twitching wildly inside you before his mind goes completely blank, âI love you-â
Your brows immediately twist up, âWha-â
And then heâs painting your walls white. Grunting, groaning, moaning-, hell, you name it and the sound was leaving his lips as he fucks his orgasm into you.
Then heâs babbling mindless little praises of, âLove this fuckinâ pussy,â Lost in filling you with his cum and listening to you whimper from overstimulation.
Gifting you with praise after praise about how beautiful you are under him like this, how much he adores his name rolling off your tongue. He canât even fathom how much cum is spilling into you, velvety thick ropes painting your walls a creamy white to the point where it spills out of you and coats his hefty base with a filthy ring of white.
All while he continued to praise you, going as far as thank you in quiet little whispers. God, he was out of his mind. He wasnât thinking in the slightest, his mouth was just saying shit.
So much so that heâs barely lucid as his high comes down, doesnât process a thing he said to you moments ago, and just lays there for a while with his cock resting inside you. All he can do is pant heavily as he rests his body on top of you, not yet pulling out and leaving his softened cock inside you.
Youâre completely still beneath him for a while, trying to catch your breath as your legs feel temporarily numb. You couldnât get those three words he spoke to you out of your head.
His tone was so damn soft and vulnerable, just replaying it in your head made you smile. Before he notices your expression though, you wipe the smirk off of your face and coo his name softly, âSukunaâŚ?â
âDonât.â Is all he has to say to you. He was well aware of what heâd said to you.
He didnât mean it, of course. He was simply⌠lost in the moment.
âAww,â You purr, an obvious breathlessness to your tone, âYou said you loved me cause I took your virginit-â
Sukuna lets out a mean groan before moving your legs apart so he can meet your eyes again, âIâm gonna fucking kill you.â
You flash a pout to mock him, âWhy? âCause I didnât say it back?â
His face is all different shades of blush but he still looks as mean and grumpy as ever, âNoâŚâ
âYou sure?â You tease further.
All he can do is roll his eyes at you, âFuck you.â
And, naturally, you only continue, âI think you did that alreadyâŚâ
Sukuna sighs, âJust.. Donât tell anyone about this.â
âAs long as you promise weâll do this more often.â
âI-, hah,â He smirks, âWhat are you, some kinda cockhungry slut?â
âNoâŚâ Your eyes drag themselves elsewhere for a moment, âBut for you, maybe.â
âMh.â Sukuna hums deeply, an unavoidable smile spreading across his face, âI think I like that.â
âI think you love it-â
âMâgonna âloveâ fucking the snarky responses outtaâ your mouth in a second if you keep it up,â He says flawlessly.
All you can do is swallow down whatever it is you were going to respond to that with.
To which he smiles, âUhuh, thatâs what I thought.â
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Tamsy is such a hater that it's interesting how we explicitly get his perspective half of the time after the reveal. It's a pretty unique handling of an antagonist and the way we feel threatened by their explicit control of the situation.
âDonât believe in fairytales but we got our fantasies.â (Buddha x reader)
âË âĄ Ë ŕŁŞ Summary: Two friends on a friendly, boring afternoon make a few new discoveries and even more interesting decisionsâŚ
âË âĄ Ë ŕŁŞ Contains: human!reader, whoâs a researcher of plants hence the greenhouse, see above pic ref, tension, size difference, making out, size k!nk, she wants that cookie soooo badddđ, innuendos, one hairpull, look at him I couldnât resist, petnames, âMiášhÄÄŤâ= âsweetsâ in Nepali because heâs from Nepal âwomanâ âlittle mortalâ âtiny thingâ you get the picture, light petting, I read into Buddhist beliefs on sex for this, they donât have sex though, maybe a little in part 2?, god the tension, reader puts up a good fight though, flirting, liiiiiittle bit of biting, everything is consensual, cursing.
Alsoâ English is not my first language.
Xx
âLet me examine you.â
You tell ask the tall freeloader honored and beloved guest whoâs been eating all your snacks and leftover Halloween candy and currently taking up all the goddamn space on your couch.
He doesnât even open his eyes to your demand. Instead, he merely smilesâ making the ever present grin on his face widen. Sharp canines flash at you as he twirls the sweet around his mouth with his tongue.
Your throat goes dry.
âAnd why would I do that?â
You had a feeling heâd say that. Buddha was too carefree to ever answer to anyoneâs whims. He did what he wantedâ plain and simple. But you were prepared, taking a step forward to stand over his relaxed form.
âBecause I have a special treat for you if you do.â Thatâs what gets him to finally look at you, blue eyes flicker over your form lazily.
âOh I bet you do.â
Itâs suggestive. Crass. Ridiculously brazen exactly like he is.
Unfortunately, it has its intended effect. The warmth creeping up your neck settles in your face as your eyes widen, sputtering while you scowl in indignation.
âT-that is not-! No I m- meantâŚhere!â Shoving your fist out, you open it. Staring back at him is a familiar wrapper he hasnât seen or been able to find since he first tried it centuries ago. Itâs small but the sweet scent begins to permeate the air, prompting him to sit up as a thick arm reaches forward instinctively to take it when you snatch it backâ small fist closed tight.
Your heart races at the look he gives you.
âWoman.â The word is cooed but you hear the warning. Buddha didnât care much for tricks or being played with and you never did whenever heâd visit but you didnât have any other option currently.
He was too stubborn. Almost unmotivated; and did you need to? No. But you were bored and horribly curiousâ you just needed him to let you. Clearing your throat, you repeat your demands as confidently as you can.
âLet me examine you and Iâll let you have it.â
He makes a face like heâs considering it. Thinking silently until heâs suddenly standing and you jump. Buddha was big from afar but up close like this heâs downright towering. Broad shoulders, bulky chest, thick armsâ the whole nine. His teeth are another topic entirely as you swallow nervously. His eyes follow the moment and you pinch your lips in awkwardly.
âAre you bribing me, MiášhÄÄŤ?â He smirks down at you.
âNo- Iâm motivating you. Thereâs a slight difference.â
Nodding, he hums. Rubbing his chin for extra effect until he flicks his eyes back to yoursâ suddenly grinning.
âThen consider me motivated- why of course you can check me out!â
âExami-â, you go to correct him until he cuts you off.
âWhatever!â
âLeave the glasses too!â
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Since heâd agreed with your examination, you let him pick where he wanted it to take place.
Your greenhouse.
So here you both are in your semi reading lounge modified greenhouse, sweating for real because damn it was humid but Buddha didnât seem to mind in the slightestâ standing patiently while waiting for you to begin.
Moving to his side, you take in the size and length of his arm with wide eyes.
Holy fuckâ he was huge.
Youâre not even surprised that when you wrap a hand around his forearm, that your fingers donât meet. As firm as his muscles are, heâs soft and the contrast makes your head spin; lifting his arm out and instructing him to keep it there.
Buddha is uncharacteristically quiet. Watching you with an amused grin. You do the same with his other arm, moving up on your tiptoes to see above the curve of his bicep when he turns his arm and flexes it for you. The muscles in his arm hardening against your shaking handsâcontracting, filling out and jumping beneath the skin. Your eyes widen as a surge of high-strung arousal rushes to pool in your core making you shift your weight from one foot to the other when your panties begin to dampen.
The gasp you let out melts in his ears sweeter than any treat thatâs had the pleasure of melting under his tongue.
Itâs also a ridiculous boost to his already sky sized ego. And when you come to stand back in front of him, all he does is raise an eyebrow, pointedly waiting for your next instructions.
âTake off your shirt.â
Youâre a little breathless when you give them though. Now what couldâve caused that? He wonders with an infuriating tilt of his lips.
He listens anyway, everything flexing as he lifts the loose fabric over his headâ tossing it on a small stool nearby and when he turns to face you again the look on your face is best described asâŚ
Gone.
Slack jawed and frozen. Buddha canât help the huff of amusement from his nose and that snaps you out of it as you move to stand behind him.
His hair is in its usual bun so youâre able to see his back completely; and itâs beautiful. The contours of his sunkissed skin with the sheer warmth coming off him has you gravitating closerâ reaching out as you trace light fingertips down his traps, lats and spine. His insane physique is proof enough of how overwhelmingly strong he was of both body and mind.
Buddha hums.
âFeels niceâŚâ
Your already racing heart skips a violent beat and you squeeze your eyes shutâ physically unable to look at him longer lest you forget yourself as a friend and researcher. Still, you canât keep the question from tumbling from your lips.
âHow tall are you?â
Now that he has to think about. Itâs been a while since heâs payed any thought to any most recent trip to the hospital. But he knew he was taller than most.
âEhhhhâ 6â4? Thatâs what I remember at least.â
Air leaves your lungs along with your self control as your reach up with grabby hands to touch the hair that didnât fit in his bun. Whining when your fingers just barely brush the strands. Letting out a frustrated huff, you resist the urge to bite him.
âAre you left handed or right handed?â
âAmbidextrous, baby.â Well fuck you.
âTake your hair down, Bu.â You rush out, eyeing the base of his spine before running to stand in front of him againâ eyes pleading.
It was cute.
The desperate way your lip almost jut out while you stared at him with your pupils enlarged to quite a telling degree. He was going to do it simply because it was you who told him to but watching you practically vibrate in impatience was just as fun and twice as cute.
Buddha hums, as if contemplating your request.
âGimme some motivation. This is an awful lot of work for one candy, no?â He knows youâre truly gone because you donât have anything snippy to say back to the way he blatantly taunted you. Hands fly to your pockets and rummage around until you find a small box of tiny but hard fruit smelling sweets and present it to him.
âPlease?â You whine softly and the smile he gives you crinkles the bridge of his nose. Itâs attractive to the point of insanity.
Youâre still high-eyed when he moves his hands to his hair, shoulder and biceps flexing as he works to undo the hairstyle when he flicks his chin at youâ opening his mouth to tap his canine with his tongue.
âCâmon, tiny thing. Feed âem to me while I do this.â
For a second, you blank out. Was it really okay for a single being to be so attractive? Didnât it throw off the balance or something?
Numbly, you walk up to him and open the small box, holding it up to his mouth; acutely aware of how he has to bend down a bit to meet you in the middle. A few candies fall out into his mouth when you shake the container. Making a pleased sound leave the blonde as he chews, Adamâs apple bobbing in his thick neck when he swallows and you canât deny it anymore.
You are miserably wet.
Eyeing his sharp set of incisors as he opens his mouth for more, you mindlessly reach out and touch one of the bottom ones resembling small tusks to you. Buddha moves to grab your hand, keeping it in place as he closes his jaw lightly. The pressure is soft but present and neither of you move until you look back up at him.
You wished you hadnât.
Long hair spills down his silhouette making him look even bigger as he stands to his full height again and the way itâs naturally partedâ framing his face perfectly. You jolt, gasping when you feel his teeth clamp down harder on the tip of your finger before soothing the sting with a brush of his tongue.
âCareful, little one. I could eat you next.â
You swallow so hard you almost gag. The heat inside you that merely simmered starts to boil and it takes your breath away with its intensity.
You and Buddha were friends and this was supposed to be in the name of researchâŚthe lines blurring? Not exactly part of your plan. Not that you were complaining.
Eat you? Oh, one could only but dream.
âOh? Itâs like that?â What? Did you-
âYeah but itâs okay.â You donât even have the capacity to be embarrassed right now. Instead, what he gets isâ
âYour tits are enormous.â He snorts, smiling down indulgently at your dazed face.
âThanks. They match my..,â he pauses. âSword.â You groan his name.
âWhaaat? True story.â
Sweet mercy. All this testosterone is making you woozy. Heat still radiates from his body in waves, the way the sun glints off his bindi is heart stopping. Even as friends, you were always aware of how gorgeous he wasâyou werenât blindâbut you ignored it because you liked being companion to one so strange and flitting yet reassuring when he was near.
He gave fantastic advice and listened wellâ you never felt ashamed to be yourself in front of him as he never reproached you.
He let you experience each and every one of your emotions with him without flinch and it was as dizzying as he himself was maddening. You feel a weight on your head, tilting it back until you stare into blue pools of nirvana.
âWhatâs wrong, MiášhÄÄŤ?â
A lot was wrong currentlyâ it came with your seconds new identity crisis but as you shift on your feet again with a big, long blonde-haired man smoothing your hair back; you realize you have much more pressing issues.
One, you were wet and two, you know for a fact that Buddhists donât have companionable sex. So, you settle for a simple answer.
âNothing.â
He hums and you almost melt in relief until you see the lines in his iris start to glow and your heart falls clean through your ass. You even stop breathing.
âLiar. Your energy is all mixed upâ, he stares at different points of your body as he reads you off, paying no attention to how you start to sweat. You needed to distract him fast.
âWhat are those lines in your eyes? They resemble some sort of flower?â You ask, hoping he doesnât hear the trepidation in your voice. Buddha answers without breaking his focus on you even a little.
âYes, the Lily. They represent when I took my first steps.â You feel your heart clench and wonder when you set up your own demise whenâ
âHmm?â Oh, that canât be good.
âThe chakra in your lower belly is practically molten-â In a complete panic, you slap one hand over his eyes and the other one holding the candy over his mouth, eyes watering in pure mortification as you try to explain.
âItâs not what you think-â,
âMhmm.â He mumbles through your hand and you almost stomp your foot. He was attractive, you werenât blindâ it was a natural, completely unemotionally driven reaction. Why couldnât he just go with that? You feel his mouth move beneath your hand as he chews, swallows then licks a hot stripe across your palm.
You snatch your hand back like itâs been shot through with an arrow, electricity ricocheting from your hand through your body. The feeling of his soft lips and hot tongue burning in your mind.
Before you can get yourself under control, two large hands fit around your waist and lift you. The way Buddhas muscles barely give with you in his hold, walking blind as he carries you effortlessly, just makes you wetter and itâs so, so miserable.
Thereâs a small wooden table and thatâs what he sits you on, standing huge and tempting right between your legs and this time you give into the impulsive urge to hurt himâ reaching up to gather a fistful of his long pretty hair and giving it a sharp yank.
The noise that it gets you is sinful. Deep and mellow, practically melodic as it settles in your blood. Crowding you on the little table, your chest heaving, he gives you a look so knowing itâs almost pitying.
âSo thatâs what this is aboutâŚâ, he breathes out, leaning down to nose at your flushed cheek and neck before whispering in your ear.
âThe little mortal woman is aroused, huh?â
You open your mouth to deny it but find yourself gaping because the signs are all there. Elevated heart-rate, enlarged pupils, flushed skin, even your nipples were hard.
Buddhas eyes trail down your body again but unlike on the couch, this look is thick with intent. Broad palms move up your sides as his thumbs caress just underneath your breasts and you moanâ arching your back up to him like an offering. He takes it, leaning down again to kiss wetly at the corner of your mouth and down your neck, sending flames licking through your body.
A sharp pain in your neck just barely cuts through the haze of bliss. He bit you.
âThatâs for pulling my hair earlier. Play nice with me and Iâll play nice with you, okay MiášhÄÄŤ?â You nod dumbly but itâs enough to please him.
âGood girl.â
Those two words alone are enough to completely rewire and reboot your ass. All thoughts about if what you were feeling was okay, you two and your supposed platonic relationship as friends, how technically a greenhouse wasnât the most sanitary place to get down, if Buddhists really did have companionable sexâ flew right out the window. Staring down his tan, deliciously muscled everywhere; plump lips, long hairâ you realized you didnât care.
He was sexy down to his teeth.
The want in your eyesâ how delightful you areâ thatâs what moves him. Pouting his lips dramatically as a flurry of kisses rain down onto your soft lips. Again and again, until you reciprocate and more. Buddha tilts his head to fit his lips with the corners of your mouthâfilling it with his big tongue, licking into it the way he wants to, the way he needs to, making you gasp.
Your midriff is warm in the firm grasp of his hands, and so damn silky, just like all of you. A needy moan bubbles along the seam of his lips. He lets himself catch it with his tongue, tasting like candy on your pretty mouth. Deeper still; you press even closerâ sliding your hand from his broad shoulder up into his endless strands. Your bodies and lips move in sync, seeking closeness and contact and that delicious friction.
And when he pulls away, itâs only because he remembers you need to breathe. Panting, you try to confirm that this wonât mess him or his journey up in any way.
âA-are.. is it okay for Buddhists to-â, he knows exactly how you mean, not even letting you finish before his mouth seals over yours in another kiss. You were so sweet worrying about him. Licking hotly along the inside of your cheek then pulling away with a harsh, wet suck to your bottom lipâhissing in pleasure against your gasping mouth then giving you a devastating smile.
âItâs okay. Sâjust energy..,â he breathes against your throat, moving your shirt up as he kisses down the valley between your breasts.
âlet it flow.â
Thatâs confirmation enough for you, hands moving to touch everything you could, gripping his beefy arms, caressing down the column of his neck, large shouldersâ youâre on your way to heaven.
âYou know,â thereâs another hard, wet suck down your stomach followed by a swift nip, âsome Buddhist traditions use sex as a path to enlightenmentâŚâ
And the trip there is definitely going to be the best part.
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âË âĄ Ë ŕŁŞ Summary: A natural continuation of theâŚresearch.. in the greenhouse.
âË âĄ Ë ŕŁŞ Contains: SMUTTTT, making out, oral (f.rec), petnames, âlittle thingâ, âbabyâ, âMiášhÄÄŤâ= âsweetsâ in Nepali because heâs from Nepal, size kink, teasing, biting, overstimulation, squirting, tongue fukcing, he really tries to eat you alive omgđ, donât ever let this man near the box unsupervised again, teaspoon of begging, facesitting?, he holds you up off the ground, strength kink go brrr, crying, my nonexistent self control, cursing, dirty talk, flirting, have mercy bc he really eats you upâ an inhaler and cold water because youâll need it after reading this :)
ALSO- English is NO my first language !!
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Your greenhouse is where you find out that Buddha has an oral fixation.
You were also certain that acquiring that knowledge was going to cost you your life.
âAh!â
One minute youâre feeling Buddha upâ hands greedily caressing his beefy, mouth watering physique wherever you can reach while he kisses you utterly senselessâ tongue down your throat.
Then the next minute your shorts are snatched clean offâ panties too and thatâs all the warning you get before youâre hoisted into the air. Legs naturally falling over Buddhas huge shoulders as he pulls you tight against his face. Thanks to his height, youâre quite a distance from the ground and it makes you ache being reminded of his size.
âRelax fâme. Mânot gonna drop you, MiášhÄÄŤ..â
Reflexively, your hand shoots down to cover your bare pussy, heart pounding in your throat.
While yes, you were turned on enough to bite the roof off of a car; he was still a hot man staring right at your most intimate area in broad daylight. And because your nerves are so obvious or because heâs dedicated to unlocking a whole new side of youâ Buddha kisses the fingers covering yourself with the most desperate sound youâve ever heard before he inhales- deeply.
You gasp, the blood rushing to your head making you hold onto him tighter as you feel yourself become dizzy.
Itâs so desperateâ primal and he does it again, nuzzling your hand before nipping your inner thighs with those sharp canines of his making you jerk in his hold.
Swallowing, you look down just in time to watch his tongue lap a hot stripe up your hand, winking when he catches your starving gaze. Goosebumps roll down your spine despite the heat, nipples stiff with anticipation and arousal as you clench around nothing. Fuck. You groan, borderline trembling. Why are you torturing yourself like this? Buddhaâof courseâis unhelpful to your inner turmoil.
Big hands knead the fat of your ass while he teasingly nips and sucks everywhere but there before supplying rather unhelpfullyâ
ââS not fair..my candyâs all gone and you have some riggght hereâŚâ, he cooes, voice dropping to a low drawl.
âWhy wonât you let me taste it? Thought you were beinâ nice tâme, little thing?â Oh, fuck fuck fuuuck. He watches your pupils almost double in size and smirks into the supple skin of your thigh. He really doesnât play fair but neither did you. Feeling him up with wet little panties while being so bossy, pretty and starry eyed; all under the guise of âscienceâ and âresearchâ.
Yeah right.
âI- I am being nice to you-â, you stutter out and he huffs in something almost like a pout, flicking an eyebrow up at you.
âYeah? Well it doesnât taste like it.â Gasping, your eyes widen as another lick of heat coils deep in your stomach. Youâve always secretly loved how brazen he was but you loved it even more when it was directed at you, inflection only a few steps away from being vulgar.
Itâs disgustingly hot too, unfortunately, and he knew it as he watches you wordlessly move your hand.
Buddha couldnât help the way he licked his lips if he tried.
You were completely soaked.
The wet glisten of your arousal shines off your pussy lips all the way down from your slit to your drooling hole. Good enough to eat you were.
âThaaatâs my girl.. so good lettinâ me see herâŚâ. You whine, softly gripping his hair and shifting your hips in what you hope is subtly. A soft whimper escapes you when he uses his fingers to spread you open, and he has to sink his teeth into your thigh just to tolerate the sight.
âOh babyâŚâ
He groans with a pleased coo before lapping a feverishly thorough swipe up your cunt.
The first taste of you immediately has him hooked.
Youâre molten and soooo sweetâ like warmed honey dripping fresh from a comb. Greedily, he gives you another slow, deep lick from your hole to your pretty little clit; moaning low and raw in his throat with you.
Buddha can feel himself get carried away and he lets it happen. You didnât just look and smell good but you tasted delicious tooâ heady scent amplifying your sweetness as you cry and writhe atop him. Trying so desperately to withstand it because when Buddha ate, he consumed with the intent to devour.
He rubs the flat of his palette over the length of your slit to make you crumble against his face. Up and down, up and downâ in maddening repetition. You scream his name and he revels in the sound. Tilting tilts his head to capture one of your lips between his and sucks hard splaying a hand over your back to hold you steady. He takes more and more of your sensitive skin into his mouth, as if gathering petals, until the tip of his tongue sweeps directly against your little nub then back down.
A sharp wail bursts from your throat, your gasp coming out choppy and strained with heat singed pleasure making your nervous system short-circuit. Buddhas tongue is big and scorching as he laps at you again, deeper.
Raising you higher like a cup to his dehydrated mouth is how he drinks from youâ slurping up and down your slit, he flicks his tongue again at that pulsating nub at the top of you before hungrily sucking it into his mouth and you lose it.
âNgh!! Ooohâ fuck!â
Spine arching, a punched out moan shoots from your chest, tapering off into a ruined keen.
Another burst of honeyed slick coats his mouth as he undulates that perfect fucking tongue against the underside of your clit so rough it makes your eyes water. Itâs painfully erotic, your naked lower half twitching and spasming over his broad shoulders while he noisily sucks you off the bone.
Your cunt had already been gushing sticky arousal just from looking and touching his muscles but now you were positively dripping. There wasnât a doubt in his mind that by the end of this his face was going to be so thoroughly coated in slick that it would teeter far off the cliff of obscene and the thought alone was enough make you cry out more for him.
Gods, you even sounded heavenly. Ruined and freeâ he couldnât wait to work you over into a neutral state.
Releasing each puffy lip from his mouth with a wet âpopâ. Canines on display as he lets his tongue hang from his mouth, writhing it shallowly against your sopping wet hole and thatâs when the begging really starts.
âBu-.. I need- pleease!â
You donât know how much more of this you can take. Chest heaving, youâve been taken completely by storm by wave after wave of crushing pleasure. Every lick, every suck bringing you closer to the edge from Buddha treating your pussy like a piece of candy.
You watch through watery eyes as his mouth moves slowly, wantonlyâwith the sensual drawl of a drunk. Slow, deep breaths to draw your scent into his lungs, tinting the oxygen in his blood with your flavor, so every cell in his body can swim with your taste.
Heâs purring at this point.
You begged so prettily but there was no real reason for it. Heâd give you what you wanted because it was you who wanted it and he was more than happy to give it to you.
Buddhas Adamâs apple bobs in his throat as he works his mouth on you. Youâre so goddamn wetâpouring out onto his tongue for him to gulp down. Shaky fingers wind themselves in his hair, pulling at the long blonde locks and it makes his spine tingle. The harsh sucks and wet, filthy kisses to your cunt intensify as you both lose yourselves, Buddha lapping wildly.
Each devastating âschlickâ has you wriggling harder against him, a string of warbled screams tear from your throat and his cock pulses in delight. Broad chest vibrating with a feral groan, he drowns himself in your cunt before shoving his fat tongue up your holeâ needing to taste his new favorite from the source.
White-hot pleasure sears through every nerve in your bodyâ absolutely blindingâ as you throw your head back with a wrecked cry.
Buddhas tongue thrusts and caresses your slick, tight walls until he finds that spot that makes your voice crack, fucking into that spot over and overâ then suctioning his mouth over your clit to nurse it.
Fat tears roll down your face as you try to hold on with staccatoed breaths but you just canât. The deep rumble he moans out makes his tongue vibrate from where itâs stuffed in your heat and you fall utterly and completely apart.
Bursting like fruit in his mouthâ you gush; entire body locking as you cum so hard you black out.
Nectar flows out you in abundance and its sweetness is everything Buddha was after and more. Not missing a beat as he keeps undulating his sopping wet muscle inside your twitching walls all the way up until you go slack, boneless as he feasts until his appetite is sated.
By the time he pulls away, his lower face and jaw are painted in your release and your poor pussy is all puffy from having been licked raw.
Shameless, he nuzzles your thighâ very pleased and smirking at how long it takes you to catch your breath but patient when he asks,
âHowâre we feelinâ, MiášhÄÄŤ?â
Thereâs no way.
Couldnât be. Was he joking??
Your ears were ringing, youâre pretty sure youâve at least cracked some of the glass with how high pitched you were screaming, and just looking at how disheveled he is makes you want to go again.
Instead, you snort,
âEnlightened.â
Buddha huffs out a laugh through his nose before moving you effortlessly, holding eye contact as he slowly slides you down his long, muscled torsoâstopping you overtop of a very sizable lump.
Your breath catches, mind racing from exactly what you know youâre feeling as Buddha kisses wetly over your ear, biting the lobe softly.
âGood âŚbut do you think youâre up for another concept, little thing?â Another flash of heat warms through you, even exhausted youâre still very much excited and you nod rapidly.
Teasing his canines up the sensitive skin of your throat and jumping pulse, he hums in amusement. His cute mortal, you had no idea what you just signed up for did you?
âYou sure? It might be a little.. big.. for you to fully graspâŚâ, he rasps against your mouth with a sleazy grin and you know from the tilt of his lips alone that heâs hung.
The type that leaves you hurting everytime you even think about it.
Pressing a soft kiss to his lips, you raise a brow at him in challenge.