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True form!Sukuna + Fingering in the Hot spring

Surprisingly, your sessions with Sukuna in the hot spring usually start off rather tame. Placing soft kisses along the nape of your neck, his large, rugged hands caressed and groped the plushness of your ass that poured from its sides, relishing the feeling along with the added, though subtle, weight upon his quads.

 

The steam from the hot spring rose as you pressed your back up against his semi-firm tatted pecs; sticky from sweat, tepid water swayed with every sudden movement.

 

With soothing motions His upper hands rubbed against your stomach, causing you to let out a pleasant sigh, while the lower ones made their way from your ass to the back of your thighs. They massaged them, gently gripping, then letting go, soothing out the handled flesh. As he massaged, Sukuna began sucking at your neck, leaving purpled bruises in place of soft kisses.

 

Migrating for its place upon your thigh, one of his hands found itself ever so carefully hovering over your clit, though before he even got the chance to touch you, your body reacted, slightly arching your back as a soft moan escaped your parted lips.

 

“Shit, such a needy little slut, but don’t worry, I’ll take care of ya.”

 

Despite never looking at him directly, you could feel the lingering sense of desire in his dark red eyes. As much as you wanted to catch a clear glimpse for yourself, the sudden feeling of gentle circles upon your bundle of nerves caused your eyes to suddenly flutter shut.

 

“Oh fuck.”

 

The sound of your breathless praise lets out a deep chuckle in Sukuna’s throat; its faint vibration and rare tone of endearment were like music to your ears.

 

His long, thick, black-manicured fingers moved down to tease along your slit. His fingers rubbing up and down in an agonizingly slow pace as he pressed his pads down against your entrance. The wetness that pooled from your slit being recognized as more than just spring water.

 

With two fingers, Sukuna ever so gently plunged them into the warmth of your pussy. Groaning from sensation, his thumb, which circled your clit ever so enticingly, picked up pace.

 

His two fingers inside made slow curling motions as he aimed to hit your g-spot; his calloused pads brushed against your gummy walls, causing your legs to tremble against his hard, flexed muscles.

 

Your head lolling further back as you whimpered and cried out his name, clutching to the wrist that continued to bring comfort to your thighs as he made you an incoherent mess in his lap.

 

Feeling as your walls began to spasm around his digits, the smirk on his face grew as he continued to give your needy pussy the much-needed attention. With nothing but sadistic intent, Sukuna’s tongue trailed along from the crook of your neck to the back of your earlobe, watching you convulse as you finally came undone. Your ass jolting and lifting up as you whined out, taking a hold of whatever you could feel of him or yourself, as you needed to brace yourself.

 

Once you regained your breath, your mind still feeling a bit fuzzy and blank, you were practically glued to Sukuna’s solid chest, finding comfort in the slow rise and fall of his chest before feeling the sudden grumble of his dark laughter.

 

“You’re so fucking dramatic.”

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True Form! Sukuna + Full Nelson

His muscular, tatted arms popped veins as he held you securely against his chest, keeping the back of your shaky thighs bound to him as he continued to take advantage of your weakest spot.

With his two arms already preoccupied, holding down your thighs, he made sure to make use of the others. With one hand cupping and kneading at your right breast, he trailed his other down to trace circulars patterns along your clit, making you cry out and jolt against his grasp.

Never being one to let up, Sukuna’s thrusts were always so feral and filled with such deep primal need that if it weren’t for his firm hold, you’d surely be running from overstimulation.

“You should feel like such a grateful little slut, getting to be fucked by your king like the cocksleeve you are.”

His husky voice flat up against your ear, the heat that permeated from his words, sent shivers down your spine. Though he wasn’t the type to moan or whimper, his guttural groans and deep sighs were enough to give you a bit of an ego boost.

Despite there being no such thing as wearing the king of curses out, the beads of sweat that collected at his temple, as well as the rather sloppy thrusting movements that he’d make while fucking his slicked cock in and out of you, were a clear way of knowing that he was close, and by that time you’d already come more times than you could count, let alone remember your own name. However, he enjoyed fucking you shitless.

With hands clutched around the back of your skull, Sukuna forced you to watch as he filled you. Letting out muffled groans behind bitten lips, as he shot thick ropes of cum into your pussy, you watched, with half-lidded eyes and a fucked-out expression, damn near ready to pass out from exhaustion.

Although claiming that the king of curses doesn’t have favorites among his concubines, he permits you to stay a little longer in his chambers, allowing you to get some rest before ordering Uraume to send you back.