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LIKE U NEED LOVE, ryomen sukuna.

𝗪𝗪𝗪. 𝗦𝗨𝗚𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗜.𝗖𝗢𝗠. ?!

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆ SUKUNA!DEMON/INCUBUS & READER/!SUCCUBUS.

🍓title: talk dirty like u need love (let’s see who gets this song reference hehe).

🍓 warnings. pls minors do NOT interact in this shot. sorry if i had mistaken something, i´ve translated the entire shot from my native language which is not english…

this shot contains pure SMUT. i will say again this shot contains NSFW, +18 content. a little content of OOC (out of character) sukuna!slightly soft, alcohol / illicit substance, blood scene, gore, slight cannibalism mentioned but NOT between the main characters, little mention of supernatural world and magical creatures, demonic love, pet names (sweetheart, little lamb), slight biting, size kink, no protection, slight choking, groping, nipple play, fingering, masturbation, cunnilingus, dick sucking.

🍓summary. when you have a crazy party night with ieiri, suguru and satoru, you didn’t realise that your glass had a special substance…

🍓slight description. where sukuna teaches u how to control your own body (meow).

🍓a/n: sooo finally is here, i´m so glad i could finish it before new year hehei really, really hope u like it, it would be soo nice if you comment your opinions below, and if i should make more parts of this shot <3

must admit i have used deepl in order to check the correct verb tenses (i´m not proud about that), but all the words are mine, i also have the entire shot in spanish.

i honestly would appreciate sm if you repost it or comment smt <3

🍓 credits abt the banner: roseschoices.

🍓word count. 5k.

🎧♱★ playing promiscuous!, nelly furtado. ★♱🎧

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It's not how you start, but how you finish.

That phrase stayed highlighted in your mind during that night. Especially since the before and after of that underworld party you attended with your group of best friends, you started off well, but ended up much worse than any other day. To begin with, you were immediately overwhelmed by the crowd, something that never used to happen to you. To continue, you suddenly felt very tired and you almost had just started the party.

These were two quite rare specific events for someone who could stand in a party till very late at night and even one entire night if you wanted to.

"Another drink? " Getō asked. But you shook your head in a negative response. " I'm fine with the last one, thanks."

The black-haired man shrugged and took the violet shot for you, followed by Shōko and Satoru, who also finished their glasses in one row. You felt obliged to accompany them to the bar to order another round, this time, only for them.

You had to stop drinking that exotic beverage because continuing doing that only would affect your actual bad state. And you didn't want to go home in that situation. Or at least, in an extremely lousy one.

Although in fact you didn't even want to go back to your 'home' with your human parents who didn't even care about you. They had adopted you in order to integrate more easily into the society of creatures of the night and to acquire a certain prestige within it. Once they had achieved their selfish goal, they left you completely aside, going by their own way and so you too.

You didn't know if that would be bad, since your parents had always been checking up on you… Until they stopped.

Although actually, you quite enjoyed that fact, as long as you got good grades in college. And since there was no exam in sight at the very near moment and they had a business trip, you decided to go out with your group of friends.

You just wanted to forget about your miserable life for a little... Was it so much to ask? You only wanted to have a good time with your friends and maybe, just maybe, why not, finish the night with some handsome vampire who could bite…

You had heard that they were very good lovers. But since you'd never been allowed to go out of the house too much, you had hardly experienced anything. You just wanted to try one miserable night. Hopefully, with a little luck, maybe this would be that night.

You went out from time to time, if your parents were traveling or just not at home, monitoring what you were doing.

You only had one partner in your short life, although well, he was human and never fully understood your nature.

But you weren't sure which one it was either. You certainly knew you had magic, you knew you had power, but you still couldn't figure out what it was… Even though you secretly fantasized about being a witch or a vampire, your power still hadn't fully manifested. And until it did so, you wouldn't know what kind of creature you would be.

The marks could be of many types.

Those of vampires were their noticeable fangs, as well as having very pale skin. On the other hand, those of witches was to accentuate a unique feature of your appearance, whether it was a mole, a different colored eye, hair... There were many different ones, and you studied them all. Someday you hoped you could become something similar.

One of your biggest insecurities was staying like this, without access to any power. Or if you would just keep looking like an average human.

All your friends had a more or less recognizable brand... Except you. You hoped to get it someday. Satoru with his unusual hair color, Getō's mark was more subtle, his pretty jet hair and the gift of clairvoyance, but that was something. And then there was Shōko with her extreme paleness…

When this topic came to your mind, occasionally you used to recall your past relationship with Nanami with yearning.

Kento was very patient with you, until he cheated on you with the baker of a store in his neighborhood. You were still ached from the surreal situation you lived through when he blamed you for all the times you left home with your best friends, firmly believing that you cheated on him with one of them.

What a cruel joke of fate that he was the one who ended up doing it. Without any explanation, moreover. You guessed he got tired of waiting for you to open up to him more. But, honestly, you just couldn´t. Everytime you tried to do it, he didn't look interested.

Of course, your adoptive parents also took his side. It was a disgusting week where you just wanted to cease to exist. Fortunately, after that unlucky relationship attempt, they left you alone, allowed you to do pretty much anything you wanted and never meddled in your love life again, considering the awful failure that resulted.

That early morning you really felt worse than any other day you had ever partied and drank beverage prepared by seelies or any other magical being of the underworld.

You didn't even know the reason, because you didn't change the type of liquor, you didn't even mix energy drinks with your drink. You felt drained of energy, severely short of breath and totally dehydrated.

You warned Suguru and Gojō that you were going outside for a moment, and they both asked if you wanted company, but you simply shook your head in refusal. You would probably go home afterwards if you continued like this; your head was spinning despite you drank little and your nausea was increasing more and more.

You were absolutely sure that you just needed to breathe; you felt your windpipe closing up while you were inside the club where a certain white-haired friend of yours took you.

You snorted, pushing your way out of the room, throwing a few elbows and dodging bodies until you reached the door. " At last." You whispered. The reverberation of music could be heard in the background, even having left the venue behind.

Something was definitely terribly wrong with you.

Instead of feeling relieved, your whole body was beginning to consume you. Your body temperature, already elevated because you had been dancing with a large group of numerous shapeshifters, seelies, lycanthropes, vampires and other creatures, felt much higher than usual. Your blood pumped and flowed rapidly in your veins, your heart beated more frantically than usual and an unfamiliar thrill whipped through your body.

Surprisingly, and in spite of everything, you were very, very hungry. Your stomach was roaring urgently for food.

Your legs began to tremble, so you leaned against the wall. Your balance was precarious, as was the state you were in. Finally, as the feeling of dizziness wouldn't go away, you decided to sit down for a while to rest. With your head leaning back, your body trembling and with an incredible thirst that you had never experienced before.

You tossed your hair back not quite knowing what to expect. You sighed, exhaling to try to get some reassurance. You didn't. Your head began to pound more, and you even swore you felt an indescribable pain in your gums. You were very hot. In fact, you were sweating, too much to be a normal reaction. Your breathing was irregular and rapid, the sticky beads of sweat were getting more and more annoying, and you didn't even have enough energy to move.

You were suffocating and didn't know how to act.

Nor did you remember the moment when you closed your eyes, settled against the wall and decided that a little sleep was a good option, but by the time you woke up, you only knew that you were no longer in the same place where you fell asleep.

In fact, you didn't even know where you were. Lost in a street that was not even remotely familiar to you, you looked around.

It was a dark alley whose only illumination came from a streetlamp on its last legs. You checked your phone, expecting a myriad of messages, but found to your surprise that there were none. Apparently, whether or not you were unconscious, or whatever happened in that time lapse, you were lucid enough to let your friends know that you were definitely leaving the party. For some reason you sighed with relief. You didn't want them to worry too much unnecessarily.

A little glance down made you turn away from the wall where you were. You were covered in blood. It wasn't yours, you could deduce, because you didn't hurt at all, nor did you see, nor did you feel any scratches on your skin. "What the f-?" you murmured, but no one answered. There was only you on that street. The howl of the wind was the only thing you could hear. The warmth you once had was gone and in its place, you had an optimal temperature.

You turned around, staring in horror at the most vomitous scene of your life. A man whose corpse was wide open, had human bites on his neck, torso and arms.

Blood was the main decoration of the scene, it was everywhere you looked. Holding a hand to your mouth, unable to believe that all this was your fault, you called the one person you knew would not judge you in spite of everything.

"H-Hello? " You called, your voice cracking. "Please, please, please, please... Answer me." You whispered, trying to make as little noise as possible. Because anyone who saw you there would think what indeed happened. There were four rings of the call before a gravely voice answered.

"Asura? "

He found you standing next to the corpse, with your arms around your body, and staring blankly. You didn't even know how to feel about this, because you remembered absolutely nothing of what had happened. But you knew it had been bad. Otherwise, you wouldn't have that fucking feeling of guilt gnawing at your insides, would you?

"Sweetheart? "

You back at him, but said nothing. Guilt consumed you. And he could see it through your eyes. He pursed his lips. Without a word, he rolled up his sleeves, held the remains of the corpse and finally wrapped it in a bag that he took out of the car, only to then put it in the trunk of the car. It hardly took him the slightest effort from what you could see.

"K-Kuna..." You murmured, as he turned to hold you in his arms, caressing your cheek. You held each other like that for a short period of time. You were still processing the shock, and, you speculated, it would take a little longer for you to wake up and make you aware.

"This makes things so much easier." That's all he mentioned, before holding you below the knees and carrying you over to the passenger seat of his sports car.

"What do you mean? " You decided to venture to ask, once he lent you his jacket, draped over you and began to drive to, you guessed, his apartment. His cologne was a combination of spice and bergamot that lingered on you. You inhaled deeply, taking in its scent, knowing that it was the only thing that could calm you in that catatonic state.

He placed his hand on your thigh and an electrifying sensation ran through your body. You shuddered involuntarily. "About your nature, Sura." You didn't know why he said it with a strange smile on his face. "I'll explain when we get home. It's better... if I demonstrate certain aspects to you in private." He settled the matter, but his hand never left your leg.

The ride in your car was tense and uncomfortable. At least, for you. Sukuna, for his part, looked like his usual self.

The silence didn't help either, and even less so the fact that his hand was gradually moving up by your tender flesh of your thigh, giving you gentle caresses and occasionally pressing his thumb and forefinger. You felt totally disoriented, because you didn't even know what he was about to warn you. However, once you got out of the car and reached the elevator that would take you straight to his floor, you decided to stand up to him and intervene, since he didn't utter a word in the whole ride.

"So, what do you have to tell me? " You folded your arms, waiting for an answer, in order to distract you from the fact that he had a corpse in his car. Really though, you didn't know what to expect. That night was being weird in every way.

"My sweet and impatient little lamb." He whispered, crossing the short distance that separated you, cradling your face in his hand and moving his mouth to your neck. You felt his lips brush your ear gently, only to then give it a little tug with his teeth. Your skin bristled. That one gesture was what ignited the spark in your body again. "I know how desperate you were to know what your magic was about, my dear. And I just found out right now."

"Is that so?" You asked, with the curiosity glinting in your gaze. He smiled slyly, bringing his hands closer to your waist, waiting for his next move like a cunning predator.

"Sweetheart, you are a succubus. I'm surprised no one noticed that before." He didn't even give you time to process it. He pushed your hair away from your neck with unbecoming gentleness as his lips took over your skin, nibbling, licking and teasing you further. A low trembling sigh escaped your lips. You clung to his shoulders; that simple kiss flustered your entire system.

"I don't get out much, you know." You replied, your breath hitching. Without saying anything, he stood behind you. Despite the fact that he didn't touch you, you could perfectly perceive his dark aura hovering over you. But you didn't care; something in you said to trust him, that he would make you feel good.

You didn't need to think twice; you decided to listen to that little voice in your conscience. You shortened the distance by taking a single step and he pressed your back to his chest, while he wrapped one of his arms around your waist. Your reflection returned the unseemly look in the elevator mirror at what was about to happen between you. You just let yourself go, you knew you would be safe with him and acted on instinct. And he could say more of the same.

"Yes." His free hand traveled down your anatomy, sliding ever so gently under your clothing.

"However..." Your breath was cut off as his hand found the valley of your breasts, and moving up a little further, he found your bra and tugged at it, breaking the cloth immediately. Suddenly, you heard the soft rattle of the metal of the underwire against the floor and the shredded fabric. The cold enveloped your skin for a few seconds, but soon the warmth and energy Sukuna emitted, ignited your body, enveloping you, creating an internal combustion in your soul.

"Yes? " He asked mockingly about you, as his fingers explored your newly uncovered nipple. Squeezing, pulling, circling it and repeating such actions.

"How did you figure that out... Now?" You gasped when he gently pinched it. "And before me? I just… don't understand..."

"The signs were there, you just had to pay some attention. But surely you must have taken or done something that triggered the reaction." He hissed, moving his mouth down your neck, throat and collarbone and descending with his other hand further and further south.

You immediately thought of that violet potion and the gore scene you woke up in. " Also, sweetie, you're forgetting one little detail. I am your counterpart."

The hand that was located lower down began to fiddle with the zip of your pants.

"Which means..." He unzipped and yanked your pants aside, leaving you with only your panties on.

"That I feel the kind of energy you're radiating, little lamb." His index finger slid across your skin.

"And what is it?"

"An absolutely delicious one that I can't wait to devour already."

You leaned your head back, seeking more support on his chest as he lubricated you with your own fluids and quickly inserted two fingers inside you, yearning to be the one inside you. You didn't even need more preparation; your fluids were already trickling down your thighs. His other hand went to your clitoris. It was quick, sudden and effective in making you shudder with pleasure. "Which in turn, means you need to be fed from me, even though you have already eaten." You shivered again at remembering it, but his direct contact with you calmed any extraneous thoughts of you in that situation. In that elevator. Your body temperature rose, as did his.

With one of his hands moving scissor-like inside you and the other caressing your clitoris in slow circles, you felt how between his fingers you fell apart, closing your eyes and almost losing consciousness as he hit that sweet spot non-stop. Once, twice, three times. Your legs began to tremble without him offering you a single breath. Thanks to him, you felt your body just as warm as before you fainted. Burning, but this time it was because of being satiated in the most delicious of ways.

"What will you do with the body?" You didn't even know how you could articulate the required words to speak. His touch made you lose your sanity, you had never experienced anything this intensely glorious.

"Do you even really care about it?" He brought his right hand up, pinching your nipple, cupping your breast in his hand and finally resting on your neck, squeezing it lightly so he could control your breathing.

"Hm." You were only able to say that, before he pulled the rest of your clothes off.

He suddenly pulled his fingers away, to bring them to his mouth and let out a slight gasp. "Ah, sweetheart. Your taste drives me crazy."

"Kuna, please." You requested without knowing exactly what. Your body was acting according to your basic needs. You were sure that if he asked you to worship him, you would do it without a moment's hesitation. The only thing you were aware of was that he was emitting an appetizing scent that you wanted to have permeate your entire body. You needed it. Urgently. You had never experienced such a pressing need that hurt, but right now you felt on the verge of convulsing into an unstoppable frenzy if he didn't keep touching you. You had a suspicion that he knew how you were feeling and that he just wanted to make you wait a little while until he made you explode with pleasure.

"My pretty little flower wants more, huh?" You nodded frantically, sticking closer to him. "Stay like this." He commanded, holding you by the waist and pulling your anatomies even closer together, you could feel the noticeable erection he had.

"Uh." You moaned, as his fingers reached deeper inside you, exploring that juicy area again, moving the phalanges back and forth. You melted with his touch, you couldn't take it anymore. You let him know so, but he smiled condescendingly and pulled his hand away.

"Patience, my dear. The first dish will be here soon." You sighed as his fingers stopped filling you.

You felt the torrid heat his body was emitting and wanted to pull back for more. You wanted to clench your legs in desperation, but one of his hands stopped you. With the other one he pulled away and with one thrust he pulled you up on top of him, wrapping your legs around his waist.

You had already reached the right floor.

"Now, honey, get ready for the only thing coming out of your mouth tonight, gonna be my name."

He made you appear in his room. With you still in his arms, he advanced to the bed and settled you in the middle of the mattress, which sank when he placed his knee on one of the edges. You didn't even glance around, you just decided to make your mouth collide with his, sharing that vehement, irrepressible desire for each other. Your tongues met, his wouldn't let you breathe and you tried to keep the same rhythm by lining his lower lip.

The enthusiasm with which he devoured you was impulsive, rabid and violent, but you let him do as he pleased because you didn't want it in any other way. You bit down hard on his lip, so that a thin trickle of blood spurted out, which you licked from the corner of his mouth with a small mocking smile.

"Careful, little lamb. Two can play at that." As he spoke he brushed his lips against yours, provoking you, daring you and finally slipping his tongue between your lips as his hands ended up fumbling the rest of your body, already being completely exposed to him.

He ended up with his head on your nipple, licking and giving little nibbles along the path he had traced from your mouth, passing through the valley between your breasts and ending at the aureole surrounding that little pointed nipple due to his caresses and twisting the other one with his free hand.

"K-Kuna, please..." You moaned, trying to move, to reach something more than small, satisfying moments of relief... " Mph..." He continued to fondle your breasts, something that really stimulated you and caused your body temperature to rise, but always without reaching the final orgasm.

"Allow me to enjoy this a bit, sweetheart. After all, I can't always taste energy as sweet as this."

He traced a path of kisses from your sternum to your belly, descending further south, crouching on the edge of the bed.

He grabbed you by the legs and dragged you until you were facing him. "Now that the main course is coming, feel free to not hold it back. Here no one but me can hear you, and whoever does it, he's a dead man." The promise gleamed in his scarlet orbs. It left no room for doubt. You nodded, granting him full consent to do whatever he wanted with you. Though you would let him do anything to you.

He began by placing kisses on your right thigh, ascending very slowly. "This could be considered torture." You groaned, trembling at the expectation.

"Is that so, little lamb?" You replied with a slight nod. He smiled lasciviously. The stroke on your leg ended.

He slid his tongue loosely along your outer folds, up and down, but never in the center, enjoying your extreme exasperation because of his moves. With the warmth of his breath he further soaked your folds, basically, wherever his tongue found its way. Soon, he began to zigzag his tongue over your vagina before he began to lick and suck in circles over your hardened clitoris for a couple of passes until he turned his attention back to your outer lips, sucking on them, nibbling them gently and making your lubrication drip down your thighs again.

You moved your legs, trying to get him to focus on that other area, but it was totally useless to fight against the firmness of his grip.

"Be my good girl and be still." He ordered. "Or it ends here." You stopped immediately, trying to stop fighting your more primal urges. "That's the way I like it." His tone of voice betrayed his excitement, but for some reason, you saw him as very calm. Without any kind of worry, without any concern. As if this came naturally to him.

Like he'd done this one too many times.

A slight grunt came out of your mouth unconsciously. It felt as if a dormant part in you had awakened as you turned your mind to those thoughts. Sukuna's gaze met yours for a few seconds, watching you curiously, but he smiled with amusement, as if he could guess the line of your thoughts.

He just continued to go over your folds with his mouth with extreme gentleness, focusing on your neglected clitoris as he inserted a single finger inside you, moving it diagonally, pulling it out and inserting it again. "Kuna..."

"Yes, beautiful?" He looked at you through his bushy eyelashes.

"I want to taste you." You said breathlessly, a reaction due to his intense and constant caresses all over your body.

And you swore you could feel it nowhere and simultaneously, everywhere. In your breasts, between your legs, your folds... but you also wanted to be able to feel him in your mouth at least once or as long as this daring and seductive nighttime adventure would last. His gaze met yours and you watched the glowing flare around his scarlet irises again after he heard you say that.

"On your knees." He imposed with his voice low and hoarse, almost with the words coming out in a pressured, choked up voice. You couldn't identify whether it was due to excitement, anticipation of the moment or both. "Spread your legs wider and don't lean on your heels." You obeyed, opening up and leaving more space for him.

You felt a small draft between the bare skin of your thighs, before palpating your lover's epicurean torso with your hands; he had appeared beneath your body. "Ready for the principal dish on this menu?"

You didn't even respond when he held you by the hips with both hands, placed you over his mouth and pushed down until you again felt his warm tongue going over your entrance, teasing you.

"Oh my..." You exclaimed, closing your eyes at his sudden intrusion.

"That's it honey, let yourself go. Sit on your throne, princess." He murmured, kissing your lips. A shiver ran down your lower back; you wouldn't hold out much longer.

His lips opened you up and devoured your interior without leaving a single hole untraveled while his fingers teased you, making you desire much, much more.

You gasped as you felt that slippery and warm tongue exploring you without hesitation, slightly delving inside you, before you began your work. Leaning forward, managing to position yourself well over her body, you started to return the favor.

With one hand you managed to balance yourself while with the other you held his cock, sliding it in and out of your mouth, running your tongue over the tip and sucking gently, the same that he had had with you so far, even though you thought he wouldn't be like that.

"Mph, hm." The lustful, high-pitched sounds coming out of your mouth combined with his as he licked and caressed you from every corner. Sliding your tongue down his length and enjoying the movements he made with his hips, with you accompanying the rhythm he setted.

"Fuck it, beautiful. If you keep this up I'll finish right now."

You felt the same way. Especially when again, he inserted two of his fingers now, which slipped very easily between your legs.

"I-I can't take it anymore... I need you now..." You murmured between whimpers for every thrust that delved deeper inside you. Your walls clung to his hand tightly, squeezing, squeezing his fingers as he delved deeper into you, moving gradually.

"Move over for me, baby."

His fingers stimulated you faster and faster, his tongue connected with your sensitive clit and arching your back slightly but still touching his penis, you ended up on his face while he continued to lick you without leaving a trace of what happened.

"Good girl." He gave you a light pat on your trembling thigh.

"P-please..." You insisted, closing your eyes and letting yourself go on that ecstatic adrenaline rush that only he had given you from his touch so far. And frankly, you doubted anything else would be able to even match it.

"If my little lamb asks me like this, I'll have to supply your needs. Because we don't want you to remain hungry, do we?" You shook your head, turning away from his body.

He took you back to the center of the bed, kicked off his shoes, yanked down his pants and along with them, he also got rid of his boxers. He climbed into bed with that same look in his eyes that promised you that neither of you were going to get any rest that night. You didn't care. In fact, you wanted to challenge him. You held his gaze as slowly hovered over you.

He seemed to stalk you like a predator, because you were going to be his prey that night. And it would be seen for the rest of the days... Although judging by the desire of both of us, the answer was already clear without the need to say it in words.

"I won't be gentle."

"I don't want you to be." You wanted to see his more primitive, wilder side.

"So my little lamb is into rough-and-tumble games, huh?"

He moved closer to you, grabbed you by the waist and with his free hand, again stroked you between your legs, stimulating your already wet entrance and opening you wider for him, though it wasn't necessary since he fitted himself inside you in a single move in which you both tilted your heads back with a pleasurable sigh.

"You receive me so well, Sura. Look at us." You obeyed and looked down to where you were connecting. "Look how we fit together so well."

You wrapped your legs around his waist, drawing him down. You placed your hands around his neck and pulled him towards you to capture his lips while you kept moaning between impudent sighs only smoothened by his mouth.

Your breathing was becoming more and more erratic and your legs were shaking and more.

With one hand, he held them so they wouldn't fall off. With the other, he continued to rub your nipples, hardening them and making you wetter. Apparently, they were one of your most sensitive spots and he found out.

"So does this turn you on?" He licked, sucked and nibbled eagerly at one of them while kneading the other with his hands. Your back arched, seeking more of his touch. "They're so pretty. And pink. I can feel how hot this makes you, how you drip on me." He kept nibbling all around, wringing pure cries of satisfaction from you.

You felt the pressure of his member making its way into your sensitive and tender flesh, and when it sank in completely, calmness spread through your system and the tingling in your stomach began to flutter, spreading throughout your body. Without you moving a single muscle, pleasure overwhelmed your senses, intoxicating you with an uncontrollable ecstasy to which you would become addicted.

"Mph... Ryo..." Sukuna kept moving with that relentless back-and-forth that drove you to madness.

When he slowed his pace you could feel him better. How he brushed against your walls and how they molded to his size, hitting the same spot his fingers had brushed. It was a unique sensation you never thought you could experience. Who said the best lovers were vampires? Of course they were wrong.

Your body moved suddenly with slight spasms, your vagina throbbed and you felt how Sukuna was also on the edge.

"Please, please…Don't stop." You mumbled. You didn't even know how it was possible for him to hear you, but he did.

"Oh, honey. I wasn't planning to stop even if I could. We still have a long night ahead of us."

Then, he abruptly separated your legs causing a small cry of surprise on your part, he held you by the waist and turned you around, leaving you with your back to him. He began to kiss your neck, your shoulders, your back... Then, his lingering citrus scent reached your nose and seduced you again, making you shiver in anticipation.

"This is so intense..." You mumbled against the pillow, pushing your hips up so he could get better access to you.

"Well, you haven't seen the best yet, my dear. Now, cum again for me."

"Su- ah!" You exclaimed, as you again felt his electric touch run all over your sensitive skin. "I don't think I can do it again..." You began, but when he turned you over and held one of your nipples between his lips again, moved his hand down to the vortex between your legs and began stroking your clitoris in slow circles, you again experienced an out-of-body sensation in which your legs trembled again and your muscles began to contract around him.

"You're going to cum twice more, to start with." He stated. "Fuck." He murmured. "Keep squeezing me like that, baby and... like this. Yes, yes. Oh, holy shit.."

"Don't stop..." You stammered, clinging more and more to him, to the thread of energy you felt between you. You wanted to pull and pull and absorb that strength, that vigor he still was carrying.

"Keep it up, beautiful. Wrap your legs around my waist." He ordered, helping you with one of his hands. That's when he gave the last lunge, intense, forceful and that was the one that made you squirm in his arms. You closed your eyes, letting yourself go.

"I-"

"I know, Sura. I feel how you are squeezing me. Move over for me." You didn't even hear the rest. You had surrendered to that sensation ever since you felt it.

"Sukuna..." you murmured, breathlessly. It had reached your most sensitive spot and had spilled inside you, producing a pleasurable burning sensation and warmth, which made you want to repeat.

"I know, honey, I know." He stroked your thigh.

"It's been… fucking great."

"Ten minutes."

"What?" You asked, in confusion.

"That's the time I'll let you rest before continuing with the next round."

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