#true form sukuna

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Sukuna‘s appearance

There are moments that always stuck with me since we know that Sukuna said he was a „cursed and unwanted little wretch“. I think we can definitely assume what he was born with a deformed face and the four arms, causing him to be treated like shit in his youth.

Him going at Haruta „what‘re you lookin at?“ or saying „don‘t look at me without permission“ strikes to me as if it‘s a natural reaction to how ppl must have perceived and reacted to him.

Adding to those moments are the ones where he’s constantly fixing his hair or mocking Yuji’s appearance or preferring Megumi’s face. I think it’s safe to assume that Sukuna‘s OG appearance definitely was something he had to deal with back in the day.

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Beneath The Silk | True form Sukuna x Reader

🔗 Masterlist

Chapter 30: Sans Silk

Content warning: Blood, wounds.

🔗 Songs for this chapter:

A Little Bit Closer (Do I Make You Uneasy Mix) - Johnny Hollow

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Chapter 29

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Beneath (preposition): Positioned underneath something, often in a way that conceals, covers, or provides protection. It can also imply being obscured or hidden behind a certain appearance, hinting at the deeper richness of what is not immediately visible.

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It appears the King of Curses sleeps partially on his front.

With his head turned away, all you can see is a smattering of pink hair, which appears lavender in the low light. And like some kind of lumbering predator, his upper arms are folded above his head, upper right tucked under a pillow, his lower arms spilling lazily to the sides. A rich navy quilt pools at his hips, leaving the vast expanse of his naked back exposed. The black ink that sprawls across his flesh, is unreflective in the dark, snaking down his shoulder blades, stretching between sinew and muscle, fanning into sharp ridges that seem carved into him.

Under the silver-blue moonlight it renders him in such agonizing detail that you pause before the closed doors, staring, admiring him, even.

Beautiful.

The thought swims into your mind, unwanted. Then it passes. He is a canvas of complete arrogance, one that would look far better as nothing more than a sick pile of rot.

Using the light filtering through the garden door, you quietly press inside, its soft illumination on the floor guiding your steps. The brazier in the corner squats low, and its fire reduced to quiet crackles and hisses, pushing heat faintly against your bare feet.

Rounding the raised futon, your gaze drags across him. Over the steady rise and fall of his back, lingering until it reaches his face—half-hidden, nestled against the curve of his upper left arm. He must think himself untouchable, immune to everything and everyone. No doubt he believes you are nothing more than a naive, foolish girl.

You’ll welcome the feeling of hurting him as he has hurt you.

The tantō slides free from its sheath, a bright star flashing in the dark. You set the scabbard carefully on a nearby table.

It takes one, two, three strides to reach him. In the gathering shadows the right side of his face, the disfigurement of his mask, is a soft outline. Looking down at him, you can hardly breathe.

The way his eyes rest closed against that monstrous surface—it’s maddening. He looks serene. Calm. Gentle breaths rise, and even gentler breaths fall, the heavy size of his sleeping form mesmerizing. 

Your heart aches, hesitation lodging itself in your chest. But before you can dwell on it further, hurt and anger push you forward.

You warned yourself not to give him even a sliver of yourself, reminded yourself constantly—hour by hour, day after day, week after week, month after month. And yet, here you are.

Positioning your left knee into the bedding’s soft creases, it sinks next to his hip. You know a distraction is needed because knowing him, he is probably already aware that you’re here.

In one smooth motion, you pick your mark—the right side of his vulnerable neck. You raise your arm, stare at him and drive the blade down.

When steel meets flesh and wet muscle, the world is gone. You are no longer here. You are no longer yourself. There is only this.

All four of his eyes snap open.

They find you.

And all you see is red.

For a single, unbearable heartbeat, you’re caught, lost in the awareness of each other. Sukuna’s brow twitches while his gaze traces every detail of your face—every line, every curve—as though learning it for the first time. You will your hand to stop shaking, sweaty grip tightening on the cool hilt of the weapon as it sits lodged in his neck.

Neither of you breathes.

Warm blood starts to push its way out from around the intrusion, like pulsing red veins, almost dark as ink in colour. It winds down his skin, collecting on his collarbone and trickling to soak into the fabric below. He doesn’t move to stop it. The only movement is in his chest, swelling outward. Unbothered and unfazed.

“Hello, wife,” he says quietly into the dark, his lower eyes slipping to the weapon.

“Stop calling me that,” you snarl, top lip curling back in anger. “You always fucking call me that.”

His lower eyes flick back up to your face. The only sign of emotion is his brow slowly collapsing down on itself.

“Because that’s what you are. My wife.”

“If I were your wife,” you snap, leaning in closer and sliding your other knee onto the futon for leverage. “You’d take care of me. Like a husband should. But you don’t know how to do that, do you?”

Even as the blade sinks deeper, he stays so horribly calm it’s infuriating.

“And how does a husband take care of his—” He nudges his chin toward you. “wife?”

Your mouth twitches.

“A husband protects his wife. A husband keeps her safe, warm, happy, and—”

Loved.

You don’t dare utter the word to him. Not now. Not ever. You’ve erased it from your vocabulary, forgotten its sound, forgotten what it feels like.

“A husband doesn’t manipulate his wife.”

The words burst out, almost a shout. His reaction is immediate—a corner of his mouth hooks upward in a crooked smirk.

“I see you’ve figured it out.”

The confirmation hits like a blow, and despite yourself, you flinch. Anger rises in your stomach, hot and sharp, and you have to bite the inside of your cheek to keep your trembling lips still and your emotions at bay.

Calm.

You must stay calm.

“If you’re trying to hurt me in consequence,” he murmurs, voice low, “you should know by now a blade like this won’t do anything.”

“I know that,” you hiss, jaw clenching so tightly it creaks before a strain rolls through your body from leaning over him, so much, it sets your legs trembling.

“Then why sneak into my room in the middle of the night just to stick a blade into my neck?” His eyes narrow, four voids of emotionless pits that seem to swallow you whole. “If you’re trying to kill me, you’re doing it poorly.”

He shifts slightly, the rustling quilt stirring the silence as he turns onto his left side. The movement forces your blade to follow, your body hovering unsteadily over him. His chest, bare and solid, rises with an unhurried breath.

“Besides,” he continues, his tone turns teasing, “I can see how your hand is shaking. And I know you hesitated before you struck. You only hesitate when you care. Is that what you’re so angry about? That you care?”

Your pupils thin to pinpricks of dusk as your gaze hardens.

“I don’t care about you,” you snarl, trying to convince yourself. “I never did.”

A confusing amount of emotions crosses his face before he chuckles mockingly. His lower eyes rolling back to flash only white.

“My wife,” he says with a smirk, “ever the terrible liar.”

Your nostrils flare.

“I said.” You apply more pressure to the weapon until the hilt meets skin, “stop. Calling. Me. That.”

Lapping down your own anger like sweet syrup, you draw in energy, channelling it and feeding it into your right hand which is tucked at your side, hidden. The feel of it floods into you, thrumming loudly. Louder than any other time you’ve reached for it.

Gaze locked on Sukuna, you watch him as he suddenly moves, leaning forward to place his face before yours. Warm blood spills over your fingers, thick and sticky. Your brow furrows, features twisting with frustration as you watch him put his face so intimately close.

Looking directly into your eyes, the corners of his mouth curve up, he grins, and then, softly, as if speaking to a lover, he whispers, “Wife.”

Your rage explodes.

On a wordless cry, you surge forward, your right hand thrusting upward, all that gathered energy aimed directly at his face. Desperate to touch.

For a moment, everything slows.

Your fingers splay wide, reaching.

His eyes flare with emotion.

Confusion? Surprise? Anger? Clarity? Excitement?

Ecstasy.

In an instant, his upper left hand shoots up, snatching your wrist. His grip locks you in place, your hand flexing, fingertips brushing close enough to feel the heat of his skin. A fraction closer, and you’d be able to graze his nose with the pad of your finger.

His eyes go dark.

His energy surges.

Pain slashes a fine line across your jawline, wrapping from chin to ear. The sting radiates sharply, your breath catching as you squeeze your eyes shut.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Thick liquid patters onto fabric and skin.

You cough.

You smell blood.

Your blood.

He’s sliced you.

It hurts.

It’s shallow, but it’s there, along with his index and middle fingers. 

It's then you realize he slipped his upper right hand from under the pillow and shoved it into the underside of your jaw.

Too fast. He’s always too fast.

Clenching your teeth against its bite, you swallow the saliva coating your tongue that’s making it feel swollen. You needed to be smarter than this if you wanted to walk out of here alive.

After a moment you inhale and open your eyes again, gaze catching on his.

Quiet.

No breath shared between you two.

But he smiles.

It's somewhere between pleased and cruel.

“Oh, I’ve been waiting for this moment,” he says calmly, tilting his head to the side to get a better look at you. “And you were so close this time, unlike all the others. Tch, such a shame.”

At those words, your heart topples head first, deep into your belly. The realization closes over you like dark water set to drown you. He’s not only known about your gift but that you’ve been trying to kill him.

“You’ve been aware and yet allowed me to remain here?” Your voice is a quiet hiss that sounds very far away, as if you didn’t want to hear the answer to the question you’re asking.

And he doesn’t answer. 

Instead, using his lower left elbow for support, he presses it into the futon, lifting his upper body. With that, you try to put distance between you, but his lower right hand curls around your blade-wielding arm, pulling it toward you, the metal sliding free from his neck. The wound clots and closes almost instantly, knitting itself back together. Fully healed, like it was never there.

Keeping hold of both wrists and with his fingers still poised under your chin, smoothly, he sits up, the blanket slipping from his hips to reveal a dark sirwal. Swinging his legs over the edge of the futon, you retreat slightly, your feet touching the floor, but there’s nowhere to go. He has you.

“How many times were there?” he muses arrogantly. A heavy thud punctuates his question as one foot hits the floor. You can’t tell which—you’re too focused on the predator slowly uncoiling before you.

“Let’s count them, shall we?”

Thud.

He stands and takes a step to tower over you. You tip your head up. The look on his face. He seems delighted with the thought of revisiting every past transgression you’ve committed against him.

Another step, and he forces you back.

Drip.

A trickle of hot blood escapes the wound on your neck, sliding past your yukata, snaking between your breasts, and gliding down to your navel before spattering onto the floor between your feet.

Sukuna’s eyes—so very dark—pin you in place. He begins to move forward. Every step he takes, you take another in retreat. And every instinct inside you screams, telling you to shrink away. But you don’t. If you weren’t drunk on the roiling storm of emotions churning inside you, perhaps you’d feel afraid. Terrified. But you’re not.

Not yet.

“The first time was brazen,” he begins, raising his last free hand and placing two fingers into the center of your clavicle. You look down at it. He nudges you. You creep back, watching him apply more pressure, forcing your feet to move cautiously while he follows like a shadow.

“When I felt your energy, I was genuinely surprised. Thinking, she wouldn’t be that reckless.” His teeth flash. “And yet… you were.”

Your mouth presses into a scowl as you keep going, toes retreating first, then heels meeting the floor. You pray you won’t stumble over anything in this unfamiliar space. It’s only your third time in his chambers. The first time, his hands worked to heal you, a gesture that marked the moment you felt your walls begin to crumble for the King of Curses. Now, those same hands keep you captive, stretching your arms between you both while one opens a shallow, red trench across your skin.

The fucking irony.

“Well?” Sukuna cocks his head, mockingly expectant.

“Well, what?”

He huffs out a breath.

“Come on, little assassin. Surely, you can count. What comes after one?”

Your nose rises, scrunching in indignation. He can’t be serious.

Step.

And—

Drip.

You stay silent.

“Speak, you treacherous fucking snake!”

The blood drains from your face. You almost stumble backward. The sudden anger there, the sound of his voice rising and reaching deep inside to pull apart all your nerves, leaves you breathless.

“If you believe you can slip into my shrine, flash your smiles, bat your pretty eyes at me, and then sneak in here to try and kill me, you’re mistaken. We’re going to play this game togeth—”

“Two!” you snap, voice cracking under the pressure. “Two comes after one, you fucking asshole!”

He smacks his lips together and smiles with all his teeth.

“Good girl.” He’s calm again. “I was worried you’d finally succumbed to your idiocy.”

A muscle in your cheek pulses. Your eye twitches. Another step, and drip, more blood hits the floor.

“The second attempt was on the night of our union. You came wandering down here like some lost creature, spouting a pathetic excuse about wanting to say goodnight to me,” he chuckles.

Your gaze thins.

“And yet you still opened the door when I knocked.”

For a heartbeat, his lower eyes flick down, lingering softly on your mouth, tracing the bow of your upper lip.

“How could I not?” There’s a slight darkening to those words, as though you’re supposed to grasp some hidden meaning behind them.

Pointless.

You want to curse him for the riddles, the games, but something solid bumps against your leg—a low table, perhaps. You don’t look down, only angling your feet carefully as you continue retreating. The futon now disappeared into blurred shadows at his back.

“The third time…” His voice dips again, becoming raspier, red eyes flaring. “The third time was my favourite.”

One more step.

Thump.

Your back meets something solid—the wall.

Trapped.

With nowhere left to go, you tilt your chin higher. If he plans to kill you tonight, you’ll meet it head-on, looking the monster directly in the eyes.

“Do you remember it?” The King of Curses crowds closer, his grip on your wrists tightens, pushing them back, making them meet the surface behind you, folding your arms out on either side. “Or shall I remind you?”

No. He didn't. You remembered it. Remembered it very, very well.

Your back on the table. His head between your thighs. You, moaning. Him, feasting.

Your heart slowly thunders to life inside your chest and gives way to heat rushing to swarm your cheeks in memory.

Don’t.

Sukuna smirks. His hands shift. They slide from your wrists to the tops of your hands, his thumbs brushing over your knuckles with excruciating slowness. The intimacy of the gesture is unbearable, but you keep your expression neutral.

I’m not here. This isn’t happening.

Manipulating your fingers, he guides them inwards so they can’t wiggle free and touch his skin. Then, with one last squeeze to your left hand, still clutching the tantō, he forces you to release it. The blade narrowly misses your foot when it clangs to the floor.

You swallow thickly.

“No,” you mutter. “I don’t need a reminder.”

He pouts.

“Mhm. Too bad.”

Stepping closer, he plants his right foot between yours, forcing you to widen your stance to accommodate his size. His thigh comes next, pressing it forward, so it rests against yours. Your chest heaves, and your eyes dart away at the sound of a rumble emanating from his stomach.

The maw there has opened.

Your gaze shoots back up to Sukuna’s face, only to be met with his wicked grin as the massive tongue lolls out lazily.

“The look on your face,” he murmurs, red eyes turning heavy-lidded. “When you couldn’t decide whether to kill me or surrender to my mouth when I had it all over your dripping wet cunt was...”

He leans closer. Heat radiates off of him in suffocating waves.

“…endearing,” he hisses.

Your mouth presses into a tight line.

“But—”

Abruptly, he pulls back.

“That was also the first time you hesitated. After that, it got boring. You seemed to give up. I was disappointed.”

A pause.

He’s thinking, eyes narrowing to study you like a puzzle. It’s the same look he gave you after his performance at the Kasai compound when you’d thought he was injured.

Bastard.

“Why was that?” he presses, a mocking lilt to his voice. “What changed?”

You know what he’s asking you to admit. He’s needling you until cracks appear, which they have, and you wish they hadn’t.

“Nothing changed,” you bite back a bit too aggressively.

Sukuna’s eyes slit. The energy in the room shifts. The muscles in his arms grow taut, tense. Muscles straining.

“Once again. You spew these lies from this fucking mouth of yours.”

The hand beneath your jaw moves, gripping your chin roughly and forcing it higher.

“It’s tragic, really,” he snaps, inclining his chin slightly. “All that fake charm you tried to use on me, failing over and over again. Exhausting how you can’t even admit the truth to yourself.”

“Me admit something?” you spit, trying to wrench forward in his tight grip. “You’re the one fooling yourself, Ryomen. If this is all about your ‘everything I’ve done has a purpose’ bullshit, then whatever this game is you’ve dragged me into—you’re the one who needs to admit.”

It falls quiet.

Silent.

Only the brazier quietly hissing off to the side in the one bright corner of the room reaches your ears. A crack and an ember escapes.

Sukuna takes a deep breath. Inhales. Holds it. Then, releases it.

“It’s pathetic how you don’t remember anymore.”

“Remember what? ” you say tightly. 

Tilting his head, he huffs in annoyance, the space between his mask and eyebrow splitting with a force.

“Months ago, you told me about a nightmare you had. Do you recall?”

You stare at him in confusion.

“Yes. I remember.”

Of course you did. A lie to push the truth away, to keep you safe. A lie about your mother dying in childbirth. About how he wasn’t in your dream when he was. You shift on your feet, trying to relieve the tension slowly, wending its way through every limb. The sudden topic change throws you.

“Good. Because once again, you lied about it.”

A breath punches past your lips.

“Does it even matter? Why drag up every little thing I’ve done in the past? If you’re planning on killing me, then do it alread—”

“Shut up,” he growls, the air between you tightening. “I’m talking about those dreams—the ones that make you scream loud enough for me to hear all the way from your room to here.”

As if you were fidgeting with your silk gloves, which aren’t here, a picking sensation begins at the edges of your mind.

“Now,” he continues, leaning closer, his gaze bearing down like a physical force. “You’re going to be honest with me for once and tell me if you've been dreaming about me?”

You flinch both at his inquiry and the brazier that cracks loudly, its sparks popping.

“Why?” you murmur, brow furrowing in soft confusion.

Sukuna’s mouth pulls tight in anger. The hand resting at your clavicle moves to your throat, his fingers curling around it.

“Answer me!”

The darkness inside the room grows, and the wood encasing the walls of the shrine creaks and groans.

Every awareness of yourself pushes forward.

“Fine. Yes! Is that what you want to hear? I’ve been dreaming about you, and it has nothing to do with this.”

His eyes lift. Widen slightly. All that red. So much.

His upper right hand slips free from your chin to move to your temple, two fingers pressing into the curved indentation.

He pauses.

A beat.

Too long.

“Everything really has been scraped out of here…” he grumbles, tilting his head. His eyes narrow with something resembling pity—a shape you’ve seen recently—as his fingers twist and press against your temple before falling away.

You stand frozen, watching.

He inhales—deeper this time, full.

“It matters because we’ve met before, long before any of this. Deep down, you’re trying to remind yourself.”

You blink at him, shift on your feet. For a moment, you’re not sure you heard him correctly. You stare at him, your mouth trembling before disbelieving, manic laughter bursts free.

“I’m sorry, what?” The words stumble out, drawing a sneer from him. “That’s impossible.” Your eyes flick over the length of his body. “I’d have remembered something like that.”

“You can trust me when I tell you we have.”

You huff sharply, nodding your head in short, jerky bursts.

“Trust you?” You push forward again, straining against the distance he keeps between you, his grip ensuring you can’t close it. “What is all this? Another way to manipulate me?”

It seems you’ve both betrayed each other in some shape or form. However, you’re still unsure of his true depths and why.

“What’s the purpose in all of this?” you demand.

“You’re asking the wrong question.”

You shake your head again.

“Fine,” you raise your voice, deciding to indulge whatever fantasy he’s drowning himself in. “How? How have we met before?”

He smirks, leaning closer as his upper right hand buries into your hair. With a touch you’ve come to recognize, he takes a moment to brush a few stray strands framing your face, tucking them gently behind your ear. The softness of it sends an ache stinging through your chest.

But then, the room tilts.

The polished surface of the shrine’s floor disappears beneath you, replaced by cool, damp grass and dirt.

You blink, wiggling your toes to reassure yourself that you’re still here.

You are.

Not a dream.

“That’s still not the question you truly want to ask me,” he whispers calmly.

The picking sensation in the back of your mind grows more insistent, demanding your attention.

Picking and picking and picking.

“What?”

Drip.

“Try again,” he urges. “Think, little flower.”

Crack.

Your eyes flutter atop your cheeks. The wound on your neck hurts. You’re not thinking properly because the smell of blood, resin, and the tang of fire picks its way into your head.

Something’s burning.

“Little flower of the north… so easy to crush and yet still so beautiful.”

Goosebumps ripple across your arms.

“Don’t call me that,” you mumble in a sudden dizzying state. “You’ve done that before. Don’t.”

Sukuna grins.

The muscled landscape of his torso passes across your field of view as he sinks lower, aligning his face with yours.

You’ve seen this look before. Not here. Not now.

It’s dark here, inside the grove.

His gaze holds yours, and his hand slides from your hair to trace the curve of your cheek, his thumb brushing the spot where he kissed you this morning. You try to flinch away, but he withdraws first, and with that movement comes a flicker.

A memory—him, but younger, his face and body streaked with blood. It's there and gone in a heartbeat.

Crack.

No.

The baying of men and screaming of horses echo in the distance. 

“Stop it.”

You can’t breathe. Pain claws at your head, and your body strains against the wall, trapped between him and the shrine. You start to struggle in his grip.

“You’ve forgotten,” he hisses, looking down at your form in the dark. “So, ask me again.”

I killed her. I did this.

“Stop it.”

Your breath comes in tight, shallow bursts.

“Ask. Me. Again.”

I’m not here. This isn’t happening.

“Whe—” The word catches in your throat, dry and cracking as you swallow the knot forming there. The truth rises, climbing its way to the surface.

The dreams are not dreams—they are memories desperately searching for their way into the light.

“We’ve met,” you whisper, your heart pounding as you lift your head. “Because you were there. You were there seven years ago.”

When he slips his hold with all four hands, you collapse against the wall for support. Blood colours your yukata red while the ends of your fingers have dipped into the discolouration of rot.

“Finally…” Sukuna steps back, his four arms tensing at his sides as he walks toward the garden door and slides it open to reveal the night.

A cool wind crawls into the room, extinguishing the fire in the brazier with a soft hiss.

He turns to look over his shoulder at you.

“In accordance with our vow, you’ll show me once what you can do.”

He tips his head toward the garden, his gaze shifting. Darkening.

“And I’ll correct what should have been done all that time ago.”

He steps into the darkness of outside.

“You die here tonight.”

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my favorite duo in jjk (joke) 🙂‍↕️ loved illustrating these two though

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Sukuna assimilating to you

Synopsis: After discovering that Sukuna has been wide awake every time you nap together, you become embarrassed around him.

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It is a scientific fact that when we are around people we love and trust, while in a healthy relationship, the release of oxytocin makes us sleepy.

Sukuna does not need sleep. He is the king of curses, able to continuously use his technique without ever becoming exhausted. When you first suggested that his chambers were "perfect for napping", he had simply raised a brow and considered what that could possibly mean.

You are like a weak creature to him. A kitten or perhaps a rabbit. And since you are never safer than when you are in his presence, you frequently find yourself growing sleepy when you are around him.

Throughout your strange relationship with the king, something that you loved most, is that there never needs to be words exchanged between the two of you. You were both contented to sit in silence. Frequently dozing off together, or so you thought.

You caught on eventually, that he was always awake before you. That his breathing pattern never really changed. That his face never relaxed more than it would if he had simply been sitting with his eyes closed.

One morning, after having stayed the night sleeping, you mumbled to him, "How is it you're always awake before I?"

He rose a brow at you, his upper set of eyes were looking into yours, the lower staring at how you lay across his bed sheets.

"I do not know your meaning." He grumbled out.

You huffed, rolling your eyes. "You never sleep in longer than I do, one day I would like to wake up before you."

"I never sleep at all." He stated before you had even really finished your sentace.

"What?" Your breathy outburst echoed slightly in his bed chamber, "What do you mean you don't sleep?"

"I do not require such things." He turned his torso now toward you, all four eyes studying your face, you had quickly sprung up, seemingly miffed.

"So... so all this time, you've just been... laying there while I've been sleeping?"

"I suppose I have, I do not see how this matters in the slightest." "It matters because I've been... It's just been a big waste of time for you. Sukuna you should have said something." You're upset, he can tell. Your face is scrunched up, your blood is pounding in your veins. Sukuna, however, does not know what to say in this situation.

In all honesty, he figured you knew and were just including him. Did you really think he was that weak? Or could you simply not conceive of a restless existence? Whatever the answer, he had no response for you, expecting a shrug of the shoulders- you he would discover, would not so easily let go of things.

And how humiliated you were. How many HOURS had you spent sleeping with him, within his grasp, in his space for him to have been conscious the whole time? You tried thinking back, attempting to recall a time you had requested a nap when he was uninterested.

He had never uttered a word about it. Never turned you down. Sukuna was not a kind king, he rarely ever did things that were not out of necessity, and he certainly did not do things he didn't like. That, at least, was consolation. You knew he had not been suffering for your sake, but even so, it was embarrassing.

Sukuna, still, could not understand your sheepishness about the subject. He did not care to explain that time works differently for him, that his mind is not so simple as yours and does not require entertainment all the time, that he could sit still for years and not be bothered, and frequently did before you came along.

He assumed you would get over it quickly. In your time as well as his. But days passed and he rarely saw you. You took your dinner with other people of the palace and spoke with him in the most cordial manner. One night, he informed Uraume that they needed to prepare a dish suited for you, something that would entice you, and serve it to him.

He figured this would bring you crawling back to him, tail between your legs. Yet, you did not budge.

Odd.

You were wallowing. You knew it. He did not care to spend time, what? Watching you sleep? Of course, he wouldn't, but it hurt your pride, to know you had been taking up such huge chunks of time lazing about in his presence. Well, not anymore. You slept in your chamber and your chamber alone. Gone were the days of blankets on the engawa, gone were the days of resting beneath the kotatsu while laying your head in his lap, gone were the days of sharing his bed.

If ever he wished for someone to share his bed, he had a whole cast of concubines, though you knew they were never of any use to him, they were mostly just house staff with a fancy title.

The evening he finally decided enough was enough, you were in the washhouse doing laundry.

Your back was arched over a bin full of soapy water. Your hands working tirelessly on some cloth.

"Have you not circumvented me enough?" He spoke in a low and slow tone.

"Lord Sukuna." You bowed, clothing in your hands, suds up your forearms, you bent your neck as to not look at him.

"You will reply now." He raised a brow, watching your hands quietly splash in the washbin.

"Was there something you would like me to assist to?" You questioned. Your head was full of possible reasons for what the king meant by seeking you out personally.

"Do you believe that by not sleeping in my presence I would come to believe you do not require rest?" He spoke in an unserious tone, eyes unblinking.

"No, my lord." Now what was he playing at? Of course that wasn't your intention.

"Then you hide yourself from me because you no longer have time for your king, I suppose." He mused.

Oh, for heaven's sake, "No, my lord."

"I see," He bent down to look you dead in the eyes, "So, you must no longer crave my occupancy of your space. You must not desire my hand running through your hair? I suppose you have tired of staying in my chambers?" His tone remained deep but his eyes were dead serious now.

"I-" You began, but suddenly you felt the urge to cough, swallowing you tried again, "I wished not to preoccupy so much of your time."

"And you made this decision without enlightening your king."

You said nothing.

"You will eat with me tonight, you shall stay in my chambers henceforth." He rose in record speed, turning without a second glance your way, maids were staring wide-eyed at the king of curses as he halted at the entrance of the washhouse. You could not see, but there was finality in his voice.

"I wish not to waste-" You were cut off by Sukunas voice, his broad back still facing you.

"Your wishes do not interest me now, so it seems. It is my wish for you to spend your time with me." His steps resounded through the compound, your face slack.

The maids smirked, and with shocked faces, side-eyed one another. A couple entered the washhouse giving you big open-mouthed smiles, and patted your shoulder as they passed.

That night Uraume made something you would go on to beg them to make for years to come. And when Sukuna pulled you prone from your seated position on his bed, he took a firm fingertip and stroked the space between your eyes, one of his enormous hands encircling your skull and massaging your temples with his thumb and ring fingers. He traced the bridge of your nose to your forehead, the way you would stroke a cat.

Perhaps he thought this would induce drowsiness but all it did was make you feel all floaty inside at his silliness.

And for the first time since that night, you slept alongside him. Within his embrace, and when you awoke, Sukuna's eyes were closed.

[gamblersdoll]

true form! sukuna can sense when you’re ovulating or when that time is coming.

and quite frankly, he loved both of those times. just a waiting game for him, seeing how long you can remain with this whole “fuck me , my period is coming soon if you dont” charade and it makes him chuckle, because a period doesnt stop shit for him. hell, it was common in the heian era.

however, he guesses that he can be a little less rough with you on your period. the heavy flows, the meanest cramps, fat and tender breasts, you feel everything for the next five or eight days. and because he is a man, he allows you to cling to him and he doesn’t get mad at that..

youre more focused on the cramps in your uterus and ass to focus on his heart beating faster, or when he shifts from uncomfortable to comfortable.

“uruame.” he beckons, a figure then coming out from the shadows of the corner in the room. “fetch her a heating pad, now.” and they only nod, leaving as soon as they walked in.

“you didnt have to do that..” you groan out, being tucked away in his arms and he scoffs. “what?”

“are you ungrateful, woman?” he asked, eyes flickering to you and a scowl on his face. “i dont have to do shit for you.”

“.. i am grateful, ryo.” you scoff back, not in the mood nor having the strength to argue.

“okay then,” he continues to rub circles in your back, a subconscious feeling that he loved when it came to feeling depths in your bones. they were smaller than his, you were smaller than him.

just shut up and let him be a man to take care of you.

[slvttyplum]

sukuna loved when you were scared, shaken up but still able to cum all over his dick. he made sure to shake up those nerves every chance he got, and a good way to do that was to let you run while he chased you down.

holding you tight as his mouth attacked your neck, licking from one point to the other, his arm tight around your waist, licking his way to your ear, making sure you could hear him well enough.

"when i let go, i want you to run." those words that left you shaken every time, your heart racing. his grip around you loosening, your legs wasting no time as you start to run through the house.

he always gave you a little bit of a head start; hearing the sound of your footsteps made his dick hard. he loved it so much; it turned him on in ways nothing else could, especially the thrill he got from catching you.

tossing you over his shoulder and wasting no time to devour you, wanting to do it all over again. you were good at hiding; each time you got better and better, and he didn't know how, ducking under cabinets and keeping your breath steady.

he found you each and every time, pretending not to know where you were, keeping his footsteps steady approaching the spots you were hiding, getting off on how easy it is to find you, and snatching you up from the spot.

"how do you want to do this? want me to fuck you right here?" crouching down to your level, hovering over you, this was the part you loved, getting caught by him and fucked until you couldn't take it.

most of the time you were hiding, which gave you time to recollect yourself, and the other times he didn't give you the chance to hide; he wanted to see the fear on your face in real time.

screaming when he catches you, roughing you up and dragging you into the bedroom. its not like he wanted you to fear him, but he knew you felt at ease with him, but still, it was scary if anyone was chasing you down.

the dick after getting chased down felt even better; the both of you loved the sex after. it was intense, stuffing you deep with his hand around your neck, grunting about how good you felt as his speed increased.

sukuna was never going to give up the chance of chasing you.

[chuulyssa]

it's not sukuna's fault you're so irresistible

smut nsfw mdni

aghhhh trueform!sukuna kissing you so hard, a hand caressing your face, another behind your head to press you further into the kiss, and the other two resting protectively on your hips and waist to hold you in place. so romantic, you didn't ever think the king of curses had a side so innocent to him.

trueform!sukuna who likes using his body to bring you and ultimately himself the max amount of pleasure he can derive with it. the hands on your hips slowly slide down, one to your ass and the other inside your panties. he then switches from calmly kissing you to fucking you with his fingers, and it's so sudden, you can't even comprehend the fingers inside your cute cunt.

trueform!sukuna who purposely conjures a mouth on the hand inside your panties, so when he slips his fingers inside you, he can simultaneously eat you out relentlessly while making out with you romantically. and you're so dazed, all you feel is fucking pleasure. loads of it. but too much of anything is bad, right?

trueform!sukuna whose foreplays are just another synonym for torture. his mouth(s) licking and sucking on every part of your body, hands holding you firmly in place so you can't even move away, or hit his chest, or kick him, or even beg for his cock. all you can do is wait till when he gets satisfied enough to give time for his own pleasure, and you slowly edge towards your 5th orgasm of the night.

trueform!sukuna who just can't wait to explore every inch of your body with his hands, and of course, mouth(s). by the time he's done with just the prep, you're already overstimulated, and he would have felt sorry that you had to take his dick in as well now after all that torture. all the while you don't understand how a simple kiss turned into dirty sex.

but he's just the king of curses a boy 🎀

© chuulyssa 2024 - do not copy, plagiarize or repost my works on any platforms. do not translate.

[mymelx]

Sukuna's concubine breastfeeding their newborn

and sukuna falling for her again

Established relationship between Sukuna and his favorite concubine

No usage of Y/N, true form Sukuna, Heian era

In Sukuna's private chamber, you're breastfeeding your 1 week old son on the bed covered with deep red blankets with him watching. You feel your cheeks getting hot, and you slightly pull your bottom lip between your teeth from shyness.

You feel embarrassed. Your pretty breasts are round and plump, full of milk and slightly sore. Your newborn latches on your breasts so cutely that you forget your shyness, melting into the cuteness of the tiny face looking up at you so innocently as if it needs you the most. You gently caress your son's soft cheeks as you hold his tiny body with one hand.

You feel a strong hand grabbing your chin, slowly guiding you to look up at Sukuna's stern face. He's mesmerized. He caresses your soft lips, then your jaw.

"M... my lord?" Your breath quickens.

"You look... motherly." His eyes linger on the sight of your full breasts.

You become so shy that you try freeing your face from his grip, but he tightens it slightly and gently.

"Why so shy, little one?" He chuckles softly.

Your eyes look in another direction with a small frown.

He sighs "Woman... you are the mother of my heir, and you are still shy in front of me."

He makes you this way. You crave his validation and attention - which is already yours - but when his eyes are on you, you're suddenly shy, embarrassed, and nervous.

You swallow, looking at him innocently. "Not... under my control, my lord."

He rumbles. "What am I gonna do with you and your cuteness? I have no other choice but to put another baby in you."

You're shocked and stunned by the sudden statement. "I... just gave birth recently!"

He chuckles, caressing your hair, massaging it, making you relaxed. "Of course not now. Anytime you were ready, little one. But I can't get enough of your motherly side."

After the breastfeeding, the three of you sleep on the bed with the two of you and your son lying on Sukuna's broad chest, his four arms wrapped around you both under the warm blankets. You look up at him and kiss his jaw. He smiles slightly, caressing and gently squeezing your waist, showing appreciation.

[phantasmique]

I will never apologize for the person I will become when his true form gets animated

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[xxnghtclls]

Sideprofile-sketch for an upcoming tiktok 🤲

[tarrynightss]

what happens when sukuna’s precious little jewel actually does get pregnant ???

I’m so glad you asked Anon hehe

Concubine!reader x Sukuna thoughts part 1 here

Tags; Pregnancy, Concubine!fem!Reader, smut below cut, breeding kink, size difference, bit of lactation kink

Sukuna is not surprised when it happens after all the hard work you both put into realizing his dream. He notices a subtle change in your smell, in the energy that pulsates around you when he caresses his hand over your body. A wide grin splits on his face as he lays his hand over your lower stomach, his chest sturdy against your back. He can’t help but nuzzle his face against the side of your head, inhaling more of your intoxicating smell. “It took.”. Those simple words have your eyes widening and your heart pounding in your chest, looking back at him to ensure you understood correctly. “You’re with child.”

He’s overjoyed with the prospect of having a baby, an heir of his own. He’s more affectionate than he ever was, taking time to settle you close against him, his fingers absentmindedly tracing the growing bump on your stomach. He even caresses your hair and kisses you in an attempt to comfort you when you feel pain, all of it shockingly gentle for Sukuna. In his mind there’s a simple explanation. You did as he wanted, and you continue to do your duty well, ensuring his child is safe and growing strong inside you even when it hurts you, so you should be rewarded for it.

Sukuna has always been wary of others, but with the pregnancy he turns outright paranoid. With the amount of enemies he has he worries that one might now lash out and target you and your baby. He focuses more on maintaining barriers around the house, has someone sample your food in front of him before it’s allowed to be served to you, and you never sleep alone anymore, him always curled protectively against your side. He also decides to dismiss a large portion of his harem, not trusting them to have your best interest in mind. He knows how jealous humans can get, had seen women scratch each others eyes out just to get ahead of the other, and so the only other concubines allowed to stay are the ones you claim are your friends. He still keeps a careful eye on them, only truly allowing it because he knows that when the time comes, you will need women to aid you through it, and he doesn’t trust random midwives more than he trusts them.

Sukuna will spoil you more than ever, making sure you are comfortable in whatever way he can offer. The pregnancy is clearly taking a toll on you, your stomach having grown large and heavy, and he almost worries the size difference between you that excited him so might become the death of you. He carries you basically everywhere the last two months, wrapping you up in his strong arms and doing anything you need of him. It’s quite ironic; you used to be the one helping him get dressed, fawning over your master, and now he does the opposite for you. Though you know it’s out of necessity, it still makes your heart flutter.

That Sukuna is stressed out when you finally give birth is putting it lightly. He waits outside as customary, trying to appear stoic but panicking on the inside at your pained screams. As soon as he hears a baby cry, he barges in, watching as another concubine places the child against your bare chest. He quickly finds himself on his knees beside you, brushing one large hand over your sweaty forehead to comfort you as the other joins you in holding your baby. It’s a daughter, but she’s healthy and strong, screaming her lungs out for a minute more before calming down. You laugh, and he breathes in deeply, knowing you both made it. Relieve makes him bend forward and press a kiss to your forehead, leaning back just in time to see the child’s eyes open. Four in total, just like her father, but with the scarlet stare replaced by the lovely color of your eyes.

It surprises everyone, including you, how much of an involved father he is, holding his baby as often as he can, a large finger prodding at her pouty lips till she smiles and coos. When you apologize to him for not giving him a son, he stares at you blankly, gesturing for you to rise from where you kneel before him, putting one hand on your cheek as two others still cradle your baby. “I don’t need your apology. The child is healthy, and you will give me a son next time.” The surprise is evident on your face as your eyes snap to his. Not only is he being benevolent, but he also just said he wants another child with you. You were afraid he would discard you like a broken toy after this, no longer interesting enough to him, but it seems you still manage to hold your position as his favorite, bringing a smile to your face.

It has to be said that Sukuna can’t take his eyes off of you from the moment that tiny bump appears on your stomach. There’s something about it, about you, that makes every fiber of his being crave touching you. Maybe it’s that famous pregnancy glow, or maybe it’s the fact that he knows he’s the one who fucked a baby into you. You’re his, more clearly now than ever, and it excites him beyond his own comprehension.

Luckily for Sukuna, the hormones coursing through your body have you seeking him out desperately throughout most of your pregnancy. The first few months he fucks you like he wants to ruin you, rutting into you like an addict, but as soon as you really start showing he becomes more gentle. He wouldn’t risk seriously hurting you or his child, often seating you in his lap as he thrusts into you, his mouth lapping at your sweet neck. You still mewl so sweetly for him, so eagerly, and he already knows he might want to do this all over again after you’ve given him his first child.

Sukuna takes such good care of his little jewel, even massaging your poor sore breasts, teasing your aching nipples with his tongue. The changes to your body have him drooling all over you, his hands constantly on your growing breasts or belly. It becomes a guilty pleasure of his to touch you there, enjoying just having you on his lap as he rolls your nipples between his fingers, loving the way you squirm against him.

You find some of the changes quite embarrassing, especially when your breasts start leaking milk as you enter your third trimester. He only grins wolfishly when he notices the wet patches on the fabric covering your breasts, tutting as he pulls you to his chambers. “You need to relieve the pressure, little one.” And of course your benevolent master knows just how to do it, massaging your breasts till more drops come out, making sure he’s right there to help you through it all. This definitely gets far worse after you’ve given birth and your milk fully comes in, aching painfully to be released, Sukuna hot on your heels after ensuring your baby is fed to ‘help’ you.

[privodoro]

no anatomy just vibes welcome back king

[damnatiomemoriae4]

There are no happy endings

[frenchcoucou]

let me hit? 😅

ac: youka_i

[oreo-creampie]

“𝐜𝐮𝐦 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧’ 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 (𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲!)”

𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭! Sukuna fucks you, queen of the fae, into a messy cum covered whore

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬! queen of the fae!reader, demon king!sukuna (true-form), size kink, hentai logic lets say his monster sized cock fits in your fairy cunt, pussy drunk, overstimulation/hints of mindbreak, cock-drunk, monster sized cocks one has a knot the other is softly ribbed, HUGE HUGE HUGE SIZE KINK, sensitive wings, squirting, degradation/some praise, sukuna is 10ft tall in this one, your pussy is like a pocket of holding and it can take that shit, lets say you have tits even if you don’t for this one, titty fucking, double pentration (cunt and anal), pain kink, restraining/rough manhandling, fucking you in front of a mirror then on the bed, reader has magical abilities, sukun eats your ass a little with one of his hand’s mouth, sukuna is mean but gentle with your wings, pussy slapping, some anal fingering (he doesn't touch you with the hand after), belly bulge from both his cock and cum, squirting his cum when he pushes on your stomach, he covers you in his cum too, fingering

Fey; i get it if you judge me for this one, but in my defense my coochie held me at gun point to write this one. I'm giving you one more warning to use hentai logic with this one!!!

Sukuna strokes the base of your iridescent wings making them stretch out and flutter. Trembling, arching your back, digging your nails into the arm of the hand clenching your waist. Getting off on how Sukuna can hold you up, to use like a cocksleeve, with one massive hand.

“I look so big taking your stupid lil bratty ass from behind, look at yourself, you’re built like a handheld toy for me to use whenever I want.” Sukuna that’s massive, from his height to his hands, to the cocks stretching out both of your sloppy wet holes.

He croons, “You’re hot crying with your tiny wings fluttering n’ your stomach bulging.” Slowly stretching your wings out then pulling you upright by a firm grasp on your throat. Your wings occasionally brush Sukuna’s warm chest.

Your sloppy wet cunt is gushing on his cock, thick warm cum squirts and trickles onto the floor. Both of your wet holes quiver, clenching his thick cocks.

Sukuna moans, “Stupid slutty lil princess make a mess on my cocks, cumming so damn much you’ve made a puddle on the floor.

His four eyes fixating on how his thick knot tugs on your cunt. “Nnnn look at that you’re clenching me too tightly for me to pull out?” You squirm and cry when he sucks on your clit with a hand’s mouth.

Insisting, “Princess? I'm a queen?!” He licks your cock-stuffed cunt with a hand’s tongue. When he moves his hand away you’re fixating on how your cunt is split into a perfect circle by his thick knot.

Sharply crying when Sukuna pinches your sensitive clit. “Yet you’re taking my cocks like a common whore.” He roughly pulls his knot and cocks out eliciting a needy whine from you when you’re empty.

Dropping you on the massive nearby bed which floats with with a wave of your hand. “It doesn't make me any less a queen.” Spreading your legs for him, “It just means I'm a queen whose a greedy monster cock loving slut.”

Sukuna pins your thighs by your side, lining his bottom cock up and nudging your asshole with his cockhead. Unlike his other cock’s blunt head it has a thinner cone-shaped like tip, which gets thicker after each soft ridge.

He rests his other cock on top of you, covering your cunt and resting between your tits. “And to think you were just takin’ me in your soft lil‘ cunt, I knew fae magic was something else but this is isn't what I expected.” His cock is so big, yet he feels no deeper than your belly button when inside.

Pressing your breasts together, squeezing his fat cock. He grabs your hair yanking your head up, making you look at his cock peeking out from between your tits.

Sukuna groans when you lick his cockhead. “I wonder how much you can take before your magic runs out and you break.” Slowly rolling his hips fucking your soft ass, his cock on top stroking your sensitive clit.

Pleading with Sukuna, “Break me, fuck! Nnn it won't be too long before I'm ready for more! Please! I can't get enough they’re so big, I can't get enough! Please fuck me with both cocks please! Please! Please!” He covers your mouth sticking his fat tongue into your mouth, you can faintly taste yourself.

“What? You’re looking up at me like you want to kiss some different lips.” He smirks gliding himself out of your ass and takes his other cock off your body to let them both hang

He leans down, “Hah you’re too small to properly kiss me.” You lean forward covering his larger lips in kisses, sliding your fingers into his hair.

“I can cover you in kisses.” Sukuna’s lips covers your cheek when he kisses you. Standing up he’s a ten foot monstrous demon and you love it. You love how small you feel beneath him, restrained in a mating press for him to mercilessly fuck both sensitive, sloppy wet holes.

He roughly smacks your cunt, licking your asshole with his thick tongue. The sharp pain rips wonderfully through the pleasure of having your ass ate. Loudly pleading, “Fuck me please, please fuck me. I wanna cum again!”

“Greedy lil brat is a better title for you, after you squirted and made a mess all over my floor you’re begging to cum again.” Another harsh slap to your cunt has you crying.

Pleading with Sukuna, “Im a greedy slut for your thick cocks! I can't help it! It feels like I'm about to go into heat. Please use whatever hole you want my King it gets me off how you use me for your pleasure.” Grabbing the bottle of lube left on the bed, taking his tongue out of your ass.

He pours a lot onto your tight hole then stuffs it in with two thick fingers. Some of the lube drips onto the sheets, “Good girl.” Pumping his fingers faster, smearing the lube. “Call me me your King again.”

He lines himself up, “Please fuck me My King.” He roughly stuffing both holes in a swift thrust. Your body tenses up with a sudden jolt, he’s too big. And being unable run away from the overwhelming intensity magnifies it.

Sukuna demands, “This is my sloppy lil’ cunt to cum in till I get bored of you. Say it!” Putting his weight into your thrust watching your stomach expand when his cock nestles in deep.

“Nnnn!” You can’t focus his words his cock stretching out both holes making the strip of skin between go taunt. You’re a fuck toy for him and it feels so good.

He’s so perfect from cocky smirk, to the condescending way he is looking down at you, and his thick cocks stirring you up pushing you towards cumming again.

He sneers, “Are you already too cock drunk?” Trailing his fingers gently along the top of one of your expanded wings. “Be a good girl and tell me who owns you brat.” Licking your clit with his stomach’s tongue, the pleasure is building rapidly.

Even after squirting on his cock he’s getting you this worked up so fast. It's hard not to with the intense stimulation from Sukuna licking your clit whilst mercilessly fucking you sloppy holes into a loose with his monster cocks.

You whine, “You do my King! ‘S your cunt! Nnn I wanna covered in your cum.” Picking up his pace, even with your magic the bed is rocking. “Fuck you’re so big! Nnnn please please! I'm your good girl.” Grabbing his thick, tattooed forearms, digging your nails in.

“Good girls get cummed in don’t they?” He fondled your breasts, biting and sucking on your nipple. The way he’s toying with your body is wonderful.

You beg him, “We shouldn't, we aren't married, but I want you to! Nnnn! Fuck! You’d cum so much, I would be so full!” Softly clutching the sheets when he flicks your tongue faster, adding a little more pressure. “I wanna feel your warm cum.”

A couple more strokes and your reasoning is quickly crumbling as you cum. All you can think about are his cocks throbbing inside you, filling both holes up. It’s too tempting you're begging with Sukuna, “Please cum! Please cum! Wanna feel your warm thick cum!”

He wonders, “How long did you spend making a spell that can let you take cocks bigger than you should. Or did it come naturally to a slut like you?”

You’re unable to process his question instead you’re loudly moaning, “Please cum! Please! Please! My king! Daddy! Sir! Please! Suukunnna.” Sukuna squeezes your throat and lifts you off the bed. Using his grasp on your throat and his to make you meet his merciless thrusts.

It’s hot to hear Sukuna sound so needy as he whines, “Nn!!! Nn! ‘S tight, wet! Fuck!” He grabs your hair yanking your head back so he can watch you cry while he fucksyou. Keeping eye contact with two eyes while the other two fixate on how your stomach bulges.

Softly growling and grunting “Mine! All fuckin! Nnnnn! Stupid pretty lil’ brat.” His jaw drops with needy loud whines as he loses himself in the intoxicating pleasure of your wet holes clenching his cocks.

There is a crash as the bed hits the floor. Sukuna turns around and lies down on an uneven half-broken bed. He digs his heels into the bed and roughly rutting his hips. “Fuck so damn hot! So fucking small, I wanna make you cry and ruin your tight cunt.”

You lean forward resting your hands on his abs above his stomach’s mouth. “Please cum! Sukuna please!” He softly growls then fucks you harder making it hard for you to string a word together in between your cries.

His brows pinch together and his jaw drops with a loud groan. “C-cum on mmmmm!” It’s impossible to think with the way your soft, soaking-wet holes are gripping and rubbing his cock. Your tears rolling down your beautiful face spurring him on getting him so close to cumming inside you.

“Cry! Louder! Fuck me!” Your cunt spasms as you cum on Sukuna’s thick cock. Sukuna’s eyes roll back, shoulders curl in and he tosses his head back. Whining loudly, “Nnn too-too too tight! Too much! Please!” Thick hot cum spurts in your stomach making it swell.

When he lets your throat go you use your first steady breath to whine “Please?” Sukuna's cheeks flushes a dark shade of pink matching his hair. He stuffs a finger in your mouth and fondles your soft breast, sucking on your nipple.

His cock pulses as more thick cum keeps trickling out. Your aching holes spasm around his cock. It’s wonderful to be so full of Sukuna’s cum and cocks.

He rolls over, towering over you with two massive cocks stuffed in each hole. “Don’t think this means we are done. Im going to clean up then see if your lil’ bratty cunt can take both of my cocks.” Slowly gliding his cocks out, Sukuna pushes on your building stomach making his cum squirts onto his hand and the bed.

Sukuna smears his thick cum over your thighs, tits, and waist. Gliding his finger inside you costing himself in cum which he stuffs into your mouth. “How do we taste?” You groan whilst sucking his thick finger as he hold his dirty hand to your asshole, licking your cum filled asshole.

He pulls his finger out with a wet pop. “Bitter, but I love being filled with and feeling your cum gushing out of me!” Lifting you off the bed by your hair Sukuna dangles you in front of the mirror.

“You look hotter covered and dripping with my cum.” He glides a thick finger into your cunt, pushing more thick cum out of you faster with slow pumps.

Letting your hair go causing you to flutter your wings to afloat. “How long can you keep hovering with those little wings while I'm fingering you?”

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