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msbyslilbimbo · 4 months

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pls take this subpar smut as a peace offering n then I’ll leave you alone NDKENDJS

@highdefhoetry we love ler!sukuna here >:(

just him getting so mad at you for acting up (which could mean anything for sukuna) while he does his duties and you’re left to wonder what punishment he’s got in plan for you this time.

“I didn’t mean to make you mad, I just-“

“No,” he growls. He grabs you by your throat and pins you to the wall, leaving you to gasp at the tightness of the slender fingers squeezing the sides of your throat. He’s gentle around your windpipe, which you’re grateful for, and when he presses his body against you, you feel his hardness slotted against your hip. "shut up. youll take your punishment and be damned to ever defy me again."

“Yes sir,” you mewl, and you can’t fight the gasp that slips out of your lips when he jams his thigh between your legs. The thin cotton of underwear he keeps you in quickly becomes damp at the idea of his dominance, nipples perking through the bra he adorns you in for decorum. “Im sorry Sir. Please have mercy, I’ll be good sir, I didn’t mean it-“

“Now’s not the time to beg for my forgiveness,” he says, menacing eyes boring into yours. “Now’s the time to accept your damn punishment. Just like the little skank I know you can be.”

He grumbled out a soft ‘glutton’ as he looks straight in your eyes, and you flash him a set of pleading pools. He snarls and reaches under your bra to roughly pinch your nipples between two fingers, making you sink your teeth in your lip at the pleasured discomfort that rocks inside of you suddenly.

Your mind is fully ready for the punishment of delicious discomfort to be inflicted on you, grinding shamefully against his thigh as he uses his nails to dig into the meat of your breasts.

Your back arches and you let out a soft whine, arousal swirling in the pit of your stomach and anchoring between your hips.

He releases your breasts with an angry huff, and when you’re ready for any further punishment to come, your mind and nerves become electric when nails tickle your sides, dragging the tips up and down.

Tickling. He’s going to tickle you.

And that would be plenty fine, if he was in any other mood than venomous and seeking redemption from you.

“Sukuna!” You scream, clamping your arms to your sides and effectively trapping his hands to your sides. You squeal and writhe against his grip; two free hands move to wrap around your wrists and force them above your head, leaving two tickling hands to ferociously tickle and squeeze your flanks.

“Take it and be grateful that this is the only punishment you’re getting,” he demands, and there’s a sick part of you that is, you do love the way he’s got you pinned to the wall and taking advantage of you; your legs kick helplessly, and your pussy pulsates as its ground against his thick thigh muscle.

Just as quick as he starts, he stops, releasing his hold on you and removing his leg. You catch yourself on wobbly legs and look up at him in confusion, your legs tightening to ease the weeping between them.

He shakes his head in disgust, “of course you’re wet. Fucking soaked. You insolent brat. You take my small bit of mercy and get off on it. Insufferable.

“Strip,” he then commands, keeping his eyes firm on you. When you don’t move, he ducks his head towards you menacingly, and you flinch as you slowly take off your panties.

You could run. In theory, you could bolt as fast as your weak legs could carry you, but the punishment would only be worse the further you defy him.

With your panties off and discarded, you thumb at your bra and lift it up and over your head, tossing it to the side and watching the last bit of protection you had adorning your frame fall to the floor.

“Arms. Now.” He snips, and you tremble as you slowly wrap your arms around his neck, terrified for his next move.

Thumbs hook under the dip of your underarm, rubbing ferociously into the ticklish nerves that hide under the surface. You scream and toss your head back against the wall, only for the signals in your brain to cross as one of his free hands slots his cock between your pussy lips, sending a shrill of pleasure to curl through you.

“Please, no!” You whine, and he flashes you a warning look before jamming himself inside of you, no preparation or anything to work you up to the painful stretch of his cock splitting you in half.

“You don’t get to demand anything right now,” he reminds you, wasting no time in fucking into you at a pace your mind can barely process in conjunction with the tickling.

It’s so much. So much. So much.

Sukuna uses his slimy tongue to flick against the sensitive area below your ear, sheerly to strike another erogenous nerve alight. Your moans turn wanton and desperate, only to mingle with laughter that cuts through.

“You’re pathetic, you know that?” He snaps, biting hard on the lobe of your ear. His thumb continues to roll into the sensitive muscles under your arm, the stimulation making you force gulps of air into your lungs, only to be forced back out in wheezed, tight laughter. The other thumb, to your horror, parts your cunt lips and rolls over your pulsing clitoris, making your head knock back against the wall in madness. “Of all the tortures I subject you to, all the punishments I can dole, you chose this one to make you crumble? You’re fucking pitiful.”

The signals in your brain cross as the hands yank from under your arms and skitter over the bouncing of your tits, thumbing your nipples while he continues to degrade you in your ear and tickling the swells mercilessly, adding only another element of arousal to your unfortunate situation.

The line between laughter and wailing blurs, tears slipping down the swell of your cheeks as you plead and babble incoherently, all while your voice goes hoarse.

When a slender finger and nail scratches at your navel, the rest of his fingers spidering around your stomach, you’re at your limit.

It’s too much.

“P-P-lehehease Sir, I won’t do it anymore!” You shriek, so hard you taste blood in the back of your throat. The nails merely slot deeper against your ribs, digging in the curves of the bones and maddeningly massage the throbbing muscles between them. “Please, stop, please stop, please please-“

“If begging hasn’t worked the first several times, what makes you think it’s going to stop me now?” He snarls, sending another hard thrust to snap through you, and white crackles to dance over your teared vision.

This is it. This is when you die. Your lungs shrivel from lack of air from being tickled to the point of tears, cunt walls convulsing around him as he fucks himself into you, your head spinning and temples pounding as your juices spill over his thighs and froth at the bottom of his cock. Your eyes roll back into your skull as the stimulation turns to torture, and all you’re left to do is laugh and laugh and fucking laugh-

“Cum now, or not at all,” he pants, sinking his teeth into the juncture of your neck and shoulders, his tickling fingers slipping under your arms to scratch viciously, your laughter renewed as you cackle in the air, but you manage to do it, reach an almost unobtainable high that sends you over the edge of oblivion.

Euphoria courses through your soul as the coil between your legs snaps and broils over, your cunt squeezing sharply against his still pounding cock. You feel the splatter of your juices stick to your thighs and ass as it pours profusely from your pussy and smacking of his hips.

He has enough mercy to let you ride from your high before the hands that previously tickled you to tears unhook your legs from his waist, and you fall to the floor in exhaustion, crying from the overstimulation and sudden feeling of emptiness between your hips. You roll on your side to face him and get off of your trembling weight, embarrassed and exhausted from the greatest punishment your body’s ever had to endure.

“Hey,” he whispers, crouching down after your tumbling body. “Look at me.” When you open your bleary eyes to look at him, his eyes are soft and warm unlike the venom in his features not fourteen seconds ago, face close enough when you feel the comforting warm from his skin. “Can you stand?”

You whine and scoot back softly, and he shushes you gently, “I’m done punishing you. You have my word. I promise I’m not going to torment you anymore.” Then, he smirks, “today at least.”

You give him a quiet laugh and slowly raise your arms, trusting the man who absolutely strikes the fear of living back into your soul with a snap of his fingers and a smirk.

But you don’t fear him now. Right now, curled in his arms as you burrow into his chest, you’ve never felt safer.

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