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SMUT PICTURE PROMPT MEME

the smut picture prompt meme
SIMILAR TO THE PICTURE PROMPT MEME ONLY FOR NSFW/SMUT PROMPTS INSTEAD

i. COMMENT WITH CHARACTER
ii. OTHERS LEAVE A PICTURE (OR TWO OR THREE....)
iii. REPLY TO THEM WITH A SETTING BASED ON THE IMAGES.
vi. DECIDE IF THE THREAD IS CANON OR PURE CRACK.
v. PROFIT

THIS POST WILL BE IMAGE HEAVY AND NSFW.

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[It definitely shouldn't arouse him half as much as it did to be called 'my lord', and the fact that it went straight to his groin like a bolt of lightning was a little troubling. Especially considering how formal Okakou could be even when they were alone or over text, and Sukuna sincerely hoped it wasn't going to become a trained instinct to go hot all over at the sound of formalities from his lips.

He leaned in to kiss her deeply, once, twice, letting his hands start to raise the thin and silky slip she was wearing. He didn't want to break the kiss so he stopped as soon as he felt the bottom swell of her breast. Even though he would have been fine kissing her for the rest of the night, for as long as she would let him, given explicit permission to taste every inch of her was too tantalizing to waste.

He trailed his mouth down her neck, going lower as he nipped at her collarbones, pressed light kisses on the top of her breast or the side, teasingly close to the nipple.]

Nnh...

[She gasped beneath his mouth, tilting her neck, arching her back, doing whatever she could to welcome him closer. Anything for a second more contact, to have his mouth back on her again. Her nails scraped against his scalp as cool air hit bare skin, leaving only a pair of lacy blue panties between her and total immodesty.

Though, to be fair, that might make the situation even more immodest.

Okakou didn't have long to dwell on that, though, because his mouth hit her breast and her mind went blank as a moan bubbled up out of her.]

[It really wasn't fair that Oka-chan was so wonderfully responsive. The soft noises she was making were making it difficult to keep the pace slow and the way she kept squirming beneath him invitingly was driving him crazy. And though he had secondhand evidence that Okakou did not in fact dress like an old grandmother when going to bed, knowing that and seeing that pair of lacy panties was completely different.

He pulled down at her bra to expose her breast, teeth scrapping along her skin, drinking in her expressions greedily.]

Oka-chan, do you want to show me what you usually do? Since you know your body best.

[He's definitely not going to try to become the person who knows it even better because he had a weird compeititve streak, nope.]

[Oh, oh, but he was eager enough to startle her. It still didn't feel quite real, to have her feelings answered so swiftly and so positively, but with his mouth so hot against her bare skin she couldn't deny it, either. She drew in a shaky breath and swallowed back another moan, latching onto his request, instead.]

Well...

[She bit her lip on a smile and slipped a hand down between them, skimming over her belly.]

Usually, I close my eyes, and imagine my hands are somebody else's. Someone a bit... bigger. Stronger. I don't usually picture his face.

[Her other hand stroked his cheek, the brief pause heavy with implication.]

Sometimes I use a toy. Are we... doing that lesson tonight?

[As tantalizing as it was to think about Okakou and a toy, picturing someone else- him, it was strange and heady to know that now- making her feel such pleasure, they had all the time in the world to get to such things. For now, he wanted to be the one to make her feel good, to make sure that the reality lived up to the fantasy and more.]

Later.

[He let his hand slide down along Okakou's belly, his mouth drying at just the thought. He had to swallow a few times to have enough moisture in his mouth to leave her breast and press small kisses along her stomach, following the trail of their fingers.]

Can I use more than my hands?

[The noise she made as he drifted down was soft and sweet and patently debauched. Her nails scraped gently across his scalp, and her feet slid back to raise her knees for him, freeing up space.]

...that's something I imagine when I try it in the bath. By all means, feel free.

[It wasn't something that could be self-stimulated without excessive flexibility, so she couldn't be blamed for the way her pulse jumped at the very thought.]

[How pliant Okakou was under his hands and his mouth, and he rewarded that sort of eagerness with his own in turn. He paused at that admission, grinning as he looked up to see Okakou's expression, enjoying the flushed look on her face, her nails in his hair.]

We're coming back to that later too. And you don't have to be so gentle, Oka-chan.

[Not for his sake, anyway. He turned back to the task at hand, letting his thumb trail along the seam of her lower lips, kissing down along her hipbones then down along her thighs. He trailed back up, nipping at her skin the closer he got to the juncture of her hips, grinding his palm against her to test her reactions.]

Are you making a l-list, my lord?

[The makeshift poise she clung to in this moment was little more than a parody of her usual calm. Her voice almost stays stable and smooth, but that barely-there brush of his thumb made her hips jerk and her breath stutter. No one could blame her for the soft little whine she lets out as he uses more force. No one could ever.]

Su... kuna...

Is that a bad thing?

[Juding by that small, maddening noise she made, at least what he was doing right now wasn't something she had any complaints about. And any thoughts of going slow and teasing her went right out the window at the sound of his name, hitched, from her lips.

There would be time later to take it slow, and he was definitely going to add it to the list. But now, now- He pushed her panties to one side to lave his tongue over her folds all the way to the clit, tongue twisting around the small nub. He wanted to hear her moan out his name, to dig her nails into his hair, and have her thighs box him in so he couldn't move. He wanted to get her to lose that poise altogether and come undone beneath him.]

No, I—!

[The noise he forced out of her with that swift, slick attack belonged neither to human nor goddess; it was a primal, bestial, breathless thing. Her fingers clenched and her spine arched as her mind scrambled to keep up with the new and unique sensation that just sent the equivalent of a lightning bolt straight through her.

It would be wrong to say she got used to it, but as he worked at her she did eventually manage to move past the 'blanked out shock' point.]

I...

[What... had she been saying?]

I want... to make a... a l-list for you too, Sukuna.

[It was definitely going to go to his head like a rush headier than any sort of godly power he'd ever experienced to wring that sort of noise out of Okakou, to feel her fingers clenching almost painfully tight into his hair. He didn't let up, instead doubling down by helping peel her underwear off completely while was otherwise distracted to gain better access.

He only eased off slightly when it seemed that Okakou had gotten her bearings back, and grinning, he glanced up at her, catching his breath.]

What would be on the list Oka-chan?

[And then he was just going to dip back in to start tracing kanji along Okakou's clit. Just to be helpful.]

W... well—

[She had to pause and suck in a breath, hips hitching with each 'line' he so... helpfully swiped. Her hair was doubtlessly a mess by the way she kept tossing her head, but eventually she found her train of thought again. It took a massive amount of control to not just let him do as he pleased.]

I... would do this for you. On my knees, or in, in the b-bath, maybe. I'd—maybe—greet you in the morning, wearing your shirt...?

[She thought men might like that sort of thing.]

[Sukuna honestly couldn't tell at this moment what was better: Okakou's hair a wreck as she gasped and moaned beneath him, the taste of her against his tongue, or the image of her in the bath returning the favor.

He pulled away to take in her face, instead teasing her clit with the pad of his thumb.]

Have you thought about all of that a lot?

It's—well—

[It was difficult to meet his gaze, even without his merciless fingers taken into account. One of her own hands slipped back up to splay over her face, as if to hide her embarrassment.]

I... might have some f-fantasies. But, I never let myself attach my lord's face to them... I didn't want to let a misguided hope grow, by accident.

[How long had she been squashing her hopes, all alone and not wanting to let even the seed of an idea sprout? How long had Sukuna been denying them both this on the pretense of honor and to act as if it was for her own good? For too long, he decided, and gently, with his other hand, he reached out to gently touch her hand.]

Okakou, please don't cover your face, I want to see-

[And perhaps more importantly:]

I want you to see this.

[He started kissing along her belly, unwilling to move further down until he was sure he had her undivided attention.]

I-I'm certain my expression is unsightly, like this.

[But she moved her hand away all the same, because he asked.

Her eyes were trained on him, and had been for quite some time. She didn't think she could look away from him if she tried, and even if she did her belly practically burned in the wake of those trailing, tender kisses.]

[There weren't words to describe how there was nothing that Sukuna found unsightly about her, so perhaps the best way to convince her was through actions. He shot her a quick, soft smile before he picked right back up from where he had left off.

He exaggerated licking against her clit as he started through the kanji again, wanting to let her feel every sweep of his tongue and also have no doubt in her mind that it was him. And that he wanted her from now on to always picture him and only him.]

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