Ryomen Sukuna

“You’ve been summoned.”

There were a few things Sukuna wanted when he summoned you. ㅤ

ㅤ “Bend over.”

It was self-explanatory and straight to the point. As soon as you entered his chamber, Sukuna would immediately have your clothes torn off. Sometimes, he would let you decide whether you wanted to go against the wall or against the mattress. On the days he was feeling particularly impatient, he would happily take you on the floor.

“Louder, I want the entire estate to know I’m busy.”

The grip he had on your hips was bruising; some days, you would leave his chambers with imprints of his fingers on your skin, which he seemed quite proud of.

Fortunately, it was hard to focus on the bruising strength of his hands when his fat cock was filling every nook and cranny of your cunt, sliding in and out of your with a relentless pace.

“You feel so good, don’t you?”

He laughed, mocking the loud whines and whimpers coming from your mouth, echoing across the chamber. ㅤ

ㅤ “Get on top.”

Whenever Sukuna was feeling particularly lazy or was in the mood to humiliate you, he demanded you ride him until your legs gave out. After, he would grab your hips and continue at his own pace.

“Weakling.”

He would mumble, a low chuckle vibrating across his chest when he noticed you slow to a stop, unable to lift yourself up again.

“You humans would never survive without protection.”

His mocking tone went in one ear out the other as he took control, two of his arms lifting you up before slamming you down on his dick.

“You like being full of me, don’t you slut?”

Sukuna’s other two arms would join in on the fun, pulling and pinching your nipples while he continued to spilt you open on his cock. ㅤ

ㅤ “Open up.”

The king of curses had his cravings, which usually involved his head being between your legs till the sun came up.

His long tongue would eagerly lap at your clit, keeping your legs spread wide as possible for his access. Being the cruel curse he was, Sukuna would keep teasing you. His fingers would just brush against your folds but refuse to sink in. His tongue would run circles around your clit, keeping you on the edge of ecstasy.

“If you want to cum, you’ll have to beg.”

Every time you would attempt to speak, he would give a harsh suck to your clit, resulting in you cutting yourself off with a loud whine or moan. By the end of it, you were just a crying mess, your pussy drooling onto his sheets, yet he would still refuse to let you cum. ㅤ

ㅤ Sukuna was laid back on his grand bed, awaiting your entrance. A thin sheet covered the lower half of his body, while his upper half was shirtless. He grunted with impatience as he waited for your arrival, arms crossed behind his head.

A sly smile stretched across his face as you saw you enter. From the way he was lying back, you could already guess what he wanted this time.

“I’m feeling lazy.”

He drawled as you approached him, eyes flicking up and down your form, thinly veiled by your sheer robe.

“Get on top.”

In your usual practice, you made your way towards the bed, assuming he wanted you to ride him again. Sukuna snickered when he saw you reach to move the fabric covering his naked lower half.

“No, not there.”

He watched as your eyes flickered over to his abdomen, eyes widening as a mouth formed on his skin. The mouth on his stomach smiled, parting as his tongue slithered out; it stood at attention as if it was staring at you.

“Get on it.”