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lootmybussy: heyyy you like what you see?
KingDom: same could be said to you
lootmybussy: I asked first
KingDom: oh, attitude, I like it
yes, I do
lootmybussy: good
I like you too
and I'm really horny
KingDom : I could help with that
where do you want to meet?
lootmybussy: ummm your place
but I only suck big dicks so
KingDom: you want a pic?
how needy
lootmybussy: duh
can you even get it up for one?
use my pics
KingDom: [pic attached, abs to thigh view with dick front and centre, shiny precum beading on the tip]
you're a brat aren't you?
lootmybussy: more like I know how badly you're dying to fuck me
I don't know who wouldn't be hahaha
do you think I'm pretty?????
KingDom: So pretty I want to see you cry
[address attached]
don't push it
lootmybussy: you wish
k I'm on my way
you can fuck me raw btw idc
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Sukuna doesn't bother to respond, instead he huffs through his nose. Raw? On a hookup? Probably insane and likes cream pies. Though, he can appreciate the commitment to only fucking big dicks. Kid has probably been disappointed one too many times.
He sits back on his couch and waits.
Satoru shoves his phone in his pocket and brushes the crumpled tissues off of his lap. He throws on his sunglasses because otherwise it's too obvious he's been crying. His eyes are red-rimmed and bloodshot so either that, or people are going to think he's absolutely stoned off his mind.
The guy on Grindr seemed hot enough. He's fucking hung too. Fuck Suguru. Satoru hopes he won't remember his dick or even his name after having that thing split him open.
He cries on the way to his dick appointment. Just a little bit, wipes the snot on his sleeve and sucks it up because this is fine. He's fine. The break up just caught him off guard. All he needs is a good rebound.
Once he arrives he sends a message because buzzing the doorbell is too scary.
lootmybussy: I'm hereee
Sukuna glances at his phone, then he gets up, and he goes to his door. He wonders if maybe the guy catfished him, it'd be funny, and he might fuck him anyway. Some days he'll take anything he can to get it wet. Today's one of those days.
He opens the door and he grins at the white haired young man on his step. Just like the pictures, if a little less well dressed. Not terrible, but not thirst trap picture worthy.
The tear stains aren't visible yet.
Kid's tall, but relatively thin. Sukuna steps aside, "Hey." His grin is slightly crooked.
Satoru brushes past him, almost skittish. He set the age filter to so much higher than he's ever had it. He's never messed around with anyone older before and it almost feels... He's not sure how it feels but Suguru's hands were on him just that morning and it's weird, now that he's here.
No second guessing himself though, he needs this. "Soo... Do you have a name or should I just call you 'big dick daddy'?"
He tries to look sexy when he says it. But it's hard to even feel sexy when all he can really think about is the back of Suguru's head and how stupidly pretty it looked when he was fucking walking away .
"Ryoumen. What about you pretty boy?" Sukuna watches him carefully, sees the slight hesitation in his movements. "First time?" He half jokes, closing the door and stepping up into his space.
"How do you like it? Hard, soft, fast, rough? You look like you can take it pretty well."
Satoru lays a hand on his shoulder, he's not sure if it's to keep him at a distance or to pull him closer. The feeling of the muscle under his palm makes all of his blood rush south and he can't think straight anymore.
"I-" He swallows. "Satoru is fine." But it's not what he wants. It isn't Toru or baby or one and only, love of my life. "I want it hard. I wanna feel like you own me. I can take it."
He can, can't he?
"I won't kiss your mouth, you'll take what I give you. Light system. Ever use it kid?" Sukuna puts a hand on Satoru's waist and pushes him further toward his room.
"If I own you, I'll bruise your hips, thighs, and I'll mark your neck and body. Nod if you agree."
Satoru opens his mouth before clamping it shut to nod. This is... This is happening kind of fast, actually. He's about to have this complete stranger's cock in his holes.
"Wait," he says, just after stepping through the threshold of what he can only assume is Sukuna's bedroom. "It's that easy?"
"To get laid?" Sukuna looks at him with a small grin. With a quick glance, he spins Satoru around and urges him onto his hands and knees on the bed. "When we both know what we want-" He drops to one knee behind him, and leans over him, kissing the back of his neck, "yes."
He keeps one hand like a vice on Satoru's hip, and the other braces on the bed above him, boxing Satoru in.
"Fuck." Satoru shivers, and suddenly his pants feel too tight. "Kiss me again." Sukuna's mouth is hot and everything he's been craving. His body is warm, holding him in place but supporting him too. He can't wait to be stretched open.
Feeling benevolent, Sukuna kisses again, opening his mouth and sucking, then biting him hard enough to mark him. "Don't tell me what to do Satoru. Be good and take what I give you." He reiterates the last part as he leans back enough to slide Satoru's shirt up and into his armpits.
He has a pretty back, fairly fit, pale and so unbelievably pristine. Ready to ruin.
He trails his hand from his shoulders, and down his spine to rest on his tailbone as Sukuna starts unbuttoning his shirt. "Put your head and chest on the mattress and keep your ass up."
"Y-Yeah, sorry." The words are out of Satoru’s mouth before he realises what he's saying. He doesn't apologise. Why does he feel so sorry? The hands roaming his body are bigger than what he's used to. Firm but patient. It has Satoru wiggling his ass to entice him.
"Hm." Sukuna strips his shirt off, tossing it aside and before he leans back over, he grips Satoru's ass in both hands. "Not bad." After massaging it slightly, he bends and kisses along Satoru's spine, mouthing little marks on him, but not biting again.
His chest hair tickles against smooth skin.
"Hahh-" Satoru arches his back and tries not to whine too loudly. "Please." Everything about this man screams experience. He's hardly even touched him and yet he's being played like a finely tuned instrument.
"What do you want, Satoru? Tell me." One hand slips around to Satoru's front and he pets up his chest, hand flat on his sternum under his bunched up shirt. He moves down and kisses his back divot, tongue dipping into the arch of his spine.
Satoru whimpers when he feels Sukuna's rough palms over the exposed, sensitive skin of his chest. "More. You." He wants so much. He wants to not feel like he's on the verge of tears anymore. To be marked up and thoroughly fucked with cum dripping down his thighs.
He wants-
"Daddy."
"Oh~ I see." Sukuna chuckles, thumbing a nipple before trailing down to his tented pants. "So desperate for me. To be touched." Before he even touches the hardness through the fabric, he plays with his waistband.
Sukuna’s thumb rubs a circle right at his pelvic bone, then he touches the hardness over his pants, firm, hard strokes of his palm. Then his fingers twitch against the tip. "Maybe I'll suck you off..." He mumbles absently, biting a mark on Satoru's hip.
"Hngh- Fuckfuck- fuck ."
It's so, so good. Exactly the attention he'd been craving. All of the confidence he'd downloaded Grindr with just dissipates with the ghosting of fingers against the head of his dick.
He starts to hump Sukuna's hand. "Your teeth," he hisses. That bite is going to be sore tomorrow.
Instead of replying, Sukuna licks the spot with the flat of his tongue, and moves up so he's perched above Satoru's back. His hips slot against Satoru's ass and he grinds his half-hard cock against his ass, hand still working him over his pants.
Then he slips his fingers under the waistband, into his underwear, and takes a handful of his cock, the skin hot to the touch. He coos in Satoru's ear and grinds against him, his own rapidly swelling length pressed into the cleft of his ass.
With a little swirl, he coats his fingers in Satoru's precum and then strokes him lazily as he kisses below his ear, marking him again.
"Daddy," Satoru breathes. "Oh God."
Satoru’s head spins. If he weren't face down in a mattress he'd definitely be tripping all over himself. Stumbling right into Sukuna's strong arms. His big arms. Everything about him is big, it's not just his cock.
Suguru would never take him like this. He'd never shove his face into the mattress and control him with his touch alone.
Satoru could cum from this.
"Yes? Speak up." Sukuna murmurs in his ear, nibbling on the lobe before sitting up and fisting the base of Satoru's cock. He grips his opposite hip, and then pulls Satoru back onto his cock, rocking before he starts to imitate fucking him.
Sukuna keeps the grip on Satoru's cock to pull him back into the thrusts, slightly sliding along his shaft as he does it.
"You're a whiny boy aren't you?"
Satoru bites his lip. There's that urge to apologise again, but he keeps his mouth shut, focused on nothing but the way Sukuna is grinding against him. The way his hips move.
This man knows how to fuck. Satoru's desire to feel him nailing his prostate has gone from a want to a need.
"Please," he begs. "I want your mouth."
The tone makes Sukuna's eyes close halfway, a slow smile on his face. His thrusting slows, until he stops and leans back, hand still firm around Satoru's cock.
His fist slides up to Satoru's tip and he massages it before pulling his hand free and flipping him over roughly. Sukuna grabs the crooked sunglasses off of Satoru’s face and puts them to the side. Satoru's eyes are already red and puffy.
Not Sukuna's business.
He undoes Satoru’s pants and shucks them and his underwear off, moving just enough to strip him. Satoru's shirt comes off next.
His cock is pretty, just like the rest of him. Not too shabby either, long and blushed red at the tip. With a wolfish grin, Sukuna drops down, kissing below his belly button, and moving downward slowly.
Satoru spreads his pale thighs for him. He doesn't know what to do with his hands, his instinct is to run his fingers through long, silky black hair. To grip it and pull.
He squeezes his eyes shut to keep the tears at bay. Sukuna continues to break him apart, he just hopes he puts him back together again too.
His cock jumps at the attention. His stomach flexes. Words couldn't describe how much he wants this.
Sukuna watches his cock for a moment, before he runs his tongue along the underside, to just under the tip, suckling on the skin before he moves back down and sucks one of his balls in his mouth.
He hums then pops off, kissing back up Satoru's shaft. When he gets to the tip, he finally closes his lips around him and starts a shallow bob, cheeks hollowed and one hand coming up and gripping his base.
"Oh- oh fffuck-" Satoru forces his eyes open to watch his cock disappear into Sukuna's mouth. It's hard not to clamp his thighs around his head and rut up into his wet heat. God, he needed this so bad. He finally feels like he can breathe and the world isn't crumbling to pieces around him. Everything's fine, even if the man on top of him looks like he could eat him alive.
Sukuna glances up, tongue circling the tip, and he hums appreciatively. He's done so little and Satoru is already wrecked.
His eyes close as he sucks him deeper, and he takes his hand away. Once it's gone, each bob brings him lower and lower down his cock. Deeper and deeper. Until finally, his throat closes around the shaft lodged in it and he swallows. His nose presses into short pubes, and his chin is cushioned by his sack. Perfect.
He pulls off enough to take a breath, then goes back down, deep throating him fast and hard.
Satoru curses, the pleasure pooling in his gut so quickly he knows he's going to cum, even if he doesn't want to. Even if he isn't ready. He feels almost like he did when he had his very first orgasm...
"I'm- I'm gonna cum!"
Sukuna feels it as Satoru teeters on the edge. So he swallows and lowers down as far as he can go and sucks hard. His thumbs press into his hips meanly and his tongue dances against the underside of his shaft. Then he pulls back enough so that when Satoru finishes, his spend will pool in his mouth, and not his throat.
Satoru’s hips rock forward, greedily seeking more of the warm sensation and the tongue massaging his frenulum. His legs start to shake the closer he gets and he thrashes on the bed, reaching out for anything he can hold onto.
"Mm- Ryo- Ahh!" He cries out as he finally breaks. His cum shoots out of his dick and hits the roof of Ryoumen's mouth in thick spurts. The whole time he babbles through his orgasm, about how badly he wants daddy to fuck him. How big he is, and how much better than Suguru.
The tears burn at his eyes and he doesn't have his sunglasses to hide behind anymore.
Sukuna notices the mumbling of someone else's name, but he doesn't exactly care. He's not here for devotion. He holds the cum in his mouth, not swallowing as he fists Satoru until he's sure all of it is milked from him.
Then Sukuna crawls up his body, making sure to drag his clothed cock along Satoru's spent dick. When he gets up to his face he grabs his chin, prying his mouth open. He lowers himself just enough to make sure he can aim, and he spits Satoru's cum into his mouth.
When it's all on his tongue, some dripping on his lips and down his cheek. "Swallow." He looks down his nose at Satoru's tear stricken face.
"Wha-" Satoru, nearly cross-eyed from how hard he came, jerks when Ryoumen spits into his mouth. His cum is still warm, sitting heavy on his tongue. He swallows it in one, thick gulp, suddenly feeling embarrassed by the state that he's in, completely exposed beneath a stranger who is still half-dressed and old enough to be his father.
"Hm." Sukuna moves and gets off the poor boy, hand trailing down his chest to his slightly twitching cock. He grins, then flips him over, manhandling him to lay flat on his belly. Then he grabs a pillow and a bottle of lube, coming back behind Satoru.
He wedges the pillow under his hips, lining his cock up against it for later, and spreads Satoru's thighs with his own bulk. He kneels and pets over him with one hand before he squeezes lube onto his fingers. "Relax. I'll stretch you out if you're good, and I'll take you rough if you're a brat."
He spreads Satoru's cheeks and he presses his middle finger up to his asshole, swirling around the tight ring of muscle. "Keep crying, it's hot, call that guy's name if you need to."
Satoru takes a deep, shaky breath. His hole flutters at the touch, clenching around nothing. He hates that Sukuna heard him curse Suguru's name earlier, but he loves the way he manhandles him.
Sukuna’s finger presses up against his hole until it pops in, pumping in up to his knuckle. "Good. Breathe." On one of Satoru's exhales, he thrusts in as deep as he can and massages around, absently trying to find his prostate. Before he fully finds it, he starts to fuck him with it slowly.
Then he gets faster, harder, and he sees Satoru's body twitch and arch needily. Bingo.
He presses on the spot as he finger fucks him hard enough that when he slips the second finger in, it's almost seamless. "So pretty."
Satoru moans. "Yes, yes I'm pretty. I'm so pretty. Tell me more. Please."
He pushes his ass back against Ryoumen's hand. The second finger burns a little, his hands are big. Bigger than he's used to. it just makes him drool against the bed in anticipation of his cock. He hasn't even seen it in person yet, but online it was... almost intimidating.
"No. You'll take. what. I-" He slams his fingers in, adding a third much too early, stretching him out and hoping he screams, "give you."
He pets over his prostate to soothe the pain, but barely.
Satoru shoves his face deeper into the mattress and yelps. His ass tightens and his spine arches in an attempt to stop the painful intrusion.
It's just his fingers, he reminds himself. So why does it feel so hard to breathe? Why does it feel like Sukuna is taking something from him? And why does it feel so fucking good?
"W-Wait, yellow. Yellow-" Shit, he's so stupid. But if he says it, he has to stop. Right?
Blue eyes flick up to the back of Satoru’s head. Sukuna’s fingers slow and gently pet his walls. He's coiled tight like a beast ready to pounce, but he waits for the call of green. If this brat calls red, he'll stop, but he'll be pissed.
He keeps all three inside him, but it's much slower and softer on his tight rim.
Satoru relaxes a little underneath him. He tries to slow his breathing. A little trust goes a long way, and he's relieved that Sukuna listened.
As his breathing evens out, he giggles a little. The guy's probably pissed.
"Green," he says, his voice high pitched and breathy.
Sukuna leans over and presses a delicate kiss to his spine and his fingers start to pump in and out again, spreading and curling inside of him. "Do you want to be praised? Reminded how pretty you are? How good you are for me?"
His other hand presses flat to his tailbone and pushes down, forcing him to take it and not be able to move against him.
"Such a good boy."
"Mmm-" Satoru takes it like the good boy Sukuna is calling him. But he's far from 'good' and he knows it. He's a brat and he moans like a slut, and he's already thinking about abusing this light system just to get himself punished.
Not to mention, he fucking cried when he came earlier. How embarrassing.
Sukuna spreads his fingers further and twists his wrist on the thrusts, watching his digits sink and emerge from Satoru's hole. He speeds up as the muscle starts to slacken, loosening just for him.
His own cock strains against his slacks painfully and he wets his lips. After another minute, he pulls his fingers out suddenly. He uses his clean hand to open his pants, pulling them down and tucking his boxer briefs below his balls.
"It's going to sting baby." He lubes himself up, fisting over his cock before moving closer to Satoru's hole. He spreads Satoru's ass and lines himself up, the fat head pressed to his hole. "Deep breath." His hips start to push, hands gripping Satoru and holding him down.
It fills Satoru in every sense of the word. He chokes. And fuck, Sukuna really is taking him raw. He doesn't know whether to laugh or to cry but the painful stretch shuts him up anyway.
He bites the pillow his head is resting on, gripping it just as tightly as the massive cock plunges its way inside. It's definitely the biggest he's ever taken. All he can do is lay there and get ruined by this man who came out of nowhere to blow his mind.
"Mm, fuck..." Sukuna groans, rolling in and out, the tightness overwhelming him. When he gets to the base, he stills for a moment, catching his breath. Satoru is such a little thing, watching him take his cock sends a thrill up his spine.
Sukuna hums and pulls out to the tip. Then he pushes all the way back in with a grunt. He's mesmerised by the way Satoru's body jerks and shakes under and around him. This is going to be good.
It starts slow, but he picks up speed, gaining a rhythm and gripping his hips harshly. Soon he's fucking him hard and deep, searching for Satoru's prostate as he steals his own pleasure.
Sukuna is fucking the tears right out of him, his face is as wet as his cock is. Satoru whines, he grits his teeth through the sensation of his hole being stretched to its limit.
"Guh- Ah- Ah fuck!" Satoru gasps for air while his body gets pushed further up onto the bed with every thrust. Large hands wrapped around his narrow hips, dragging him back down to spear him on his length.
Sukuna wets his lips, eyes half lidded as he looks down. He moves one hand up Satoru’s body, touching the whole way to his shoulder and leans over as he does it. His fingers dig in painfully around his shoulder and he kisses and bites along the back of Satoru's neck, hips slamming him down into the mattress.
The new angle lets him hit the spot in Satoru that has his hole clenching wildly and Sukuna moans low in his chest as he fucks him with pointed thrusts.
He wants to feel him finish on his cock.
"Can you cum from this Satoru? Tell me." He whispers in his ear, hip bones bouncing against Satoru's ass harshly. "Can you cum on my cock?"
"If you- right there! Oh god- Yes!" Satoru bites the pillow again, his whole body shakes with the pleasure of his prostate getting nailed over and over again. It has the pre dribbling out of him in thick globs. Fucked right out of his body.
"Yes, yes, please daddy!" A high pitched whine escapes him when he starts to cum. It breaks off into a scream when Sukuna continues to rail him throughout, each thrust punching the lightning shock of pleasure straight through him from head to toe.
The squeeze and fluttering around his cock rips a moan from Sukuna's chest and he fucks harder and harder. He wants to cum in him, to make a mess of his little hole, to watch it gape and drip when he pulls out.
Sukuna grunts and his balls tighten, mouth open and panting on Satoru's shoulder as he gets as deep as he can.
With a hard thrust, pushing his leg into Satoru's to spread him further, Sukuna buries in to the hilt and empties himself deep inside. Thick ropes of cum paint Satoru's walls. "Oh fuck baby, take it-"
Sukuna tries to catch his breath, slowly rocking in and out of Satoru's used hole. Finally he leans back and spreads his cheeks to look at his stretched rim. Sukuna pulls out slowly, watching the cum ooze out around him and his muscles clench and spasm as he leaves him empty and wanting.
"Beautiful..." He mutters reverently, still heaving breaths, sweat leaving a sheen on his body.
The realisation that he's getting creampie’d by a stranger he just met on Grindr, several hours after getting dumped, hits right along with his post-nut clarity and Satoru sobs. He wails as Sukuna inspects his sloppy, worn out hole, cum dripping thickly down his taint.
What the fuck has he gotten himself into? It should be Suguru's cum. Suguru's hands, but Suguru doesn't fucking want him anymore no matter how hungrily he whines. How his hole clenches around nothing, wanting to be filled and to be wanted.
He cries quietly into the pillow, his entire body feels wrecked and his limbs are too heavy to move. The last thing he expected when he swiped right was life changing sex and two brutally beautiful orgasms.
Sukuna watches Satoru gently sob into the pillow and climbs out from behind him. He kisses his shoulder before getting off the bed. Kid's got a lot going on, but his hole is good. And he's so pretty. Like porcelain. A doll to use.
He goes to his ensuite and gets a warm cloth, coming back and cleaning Satoru up. He's not necessarily gentle, but he's not rough either. Sukuna thinks about comforting him, but he frowns at the idea. Satoru's a big boy, he can figure it out.
His melt down just has to be in his bed.
"Hey, kid, look at me."
Satoru forces himself to snap out of it. He sits up on his knees, completely naked, and reaches for his sunglasses. Once they’re on it helps a little. He sweeps the loose strands of hair across his forehead and only then does he look.
“What?” he asks. “I’m fine.” Totally a great plan to gaslight this random Grindr man who could probably snap him like a twig into thinking he hasn’t seen him crying, and definitely not over his ex.
"Yeah." Sukuna drawls. "Sure." He taps under Satoru's chin with his index finger. "You want to do this again? We can keep it to the app, or we can text. Your choice." He doesn't care about the intense emotional red flag. It's just sex.
Satoru considers it for a moment, cross-eyed while he looks down towards Sukuna’s finger. “You can have my number,” he says. It’s not like he has any other source for a regular supply of dick anymore… "Give me your phone."
With a huff, Sukuna stretches one arm across his chest, then the other. "Get dressed, I'll be right back." He walks out of his room, going to grab his phone from the coffee table and heading back.
He unlocks his phone and hands it over.
Big mistake. Satoru takes it from him and takes his sweet time typing in his number. Long enough to see if any other notifications from Grindr pop up. He wouldn’t be jealous or anything, he’s just curious.
He puts several emojis next to his name, so that Sukuna will remember him. Heart, heart, sparkle, kissy face, peach.
“Am I your usual type?” he decides to ask. It takes awhile for him to drag his eyes away from the screen.
Sukuna watches how unsubtle he is, searching his phone. He reaches over and plucks it from his fingers. "Why?"
With a quick glance, he sees the emojis, and he deletes everything except for one heart and the sparkle, then tucks it away into his back pocket.
"You're not mine. You're way older."
Satoru feels more confident now that he has pants back on, for some reason. He has yet to put his shirt back on though. Taking his sweet time doing that too.
"You're par for the course for me." Sukuna looks him over, the bruises forming on his hips, hickies on the back of his neck and along his pelvic bone. The bites. Hm.
"Prettier than most." Probably the prettiest he's had, but he doesn't want to inflate his ego.
He could ask why Satoru decided to go older, but the crying and some other guy's name seems self explanatory. If this kid tells him his life story, he'll be hard pressed to have him back.
Sukuna steps up closer to him, hips slotting together. "One more mark, then you can leave." Angling Satoru's head to the side, Sukuna ducks down and kisses his neck deeply. His teeth tease at the skin, and he sucks, petting his tongue over the spot as he holds Satoru's head out of the way.
It's perfect. Right where everyone can see it. Satoru grins wickedly. He'd protest against the uncomfortable position if it didn't feel so good to have the man's mouth on him.
When he gets home, he's going to eat so much ice cream. His clothes are going to smell like Sukuna until he washes them. He'll toss them in the laundry basket, right over the clothing that Suguru hasn't asked to have back yet.
"There." Sukuna leans back, a small spit trail connecting them for a moment before snapping. He steps away and waits at the door, leaning in the frame as Satoru puts his shirt on finally.
"I'll text you when I want you again." Once Satoru steps toward him, dressed and with a pep in his step, Sukuna lets him walk past. He slaps his ass on the way by, then guides him to the door, hand on his lower back.
"And when will that be?" Satoru pushes.
Who knows, maybe the stars will align and Suguru will take him back. Or maybe the gods will finally have mercy on him and smite him before he has to fall asleep in bed alone with no one's hair to run his fingers through and no one's legs to tangle up with his own and-
He sniffs, and looks up at Sukuna expectantly.
Sukuna raises his brow and looks at him with something akin to exasperation. Pathetic. "Don't know kid. Maybe a few days. Depends if I have a rough day at work tomorrow."
He needs to wait for him to put his shoes on before he can open the door and shove him out.
"Oh? You have a job?" Satoru teases, head cocked to the side. "As what?"
"None of your business. If we keep fucking I might tell you."
Satoru pouts openly, rolling his eyes into the back of his head as he puts on his shoes. "So it's lame."
"See if I message you again, brat." Sukuna opens the door and gestures him out. "Don't test me."
Satoru just waves his hand dismissively as he saunters away. "I know where you live!"
Sukuna watches him leave, and decides that the next time Satoru leaves his house, he'll be limping.