accidentally walking in on trueform!sukuna ✿⋆˚࿔
mdni ✿ smut
wc 1749
“Drop these off in Master Sukuna’s chambers,” Uraume instructed, handing you a stack of dark red linens. “Place them on the low table when you walk in.”
“Okay,” you nodded as you accepted the stack of silks. You chose not to comment on the way Uraume wiped their hands on their robes after your hands briefly brushed.
“Should I knock or just walk in?”
“He shouldn’t be there right now, so just walk in. He’s attending to personal matters. If he is there, stay silent and keep your head down,” said Uraume, lips etched into a permanent half-scowl.
Although they had never said it out loud, everyone knew that Uraume put Sukuna high above everyone else, followed by themself and then all the servants.
“Of course,” you nodded again, nervous to be sent off into Sukuna’s chambers.
You, along with most of the servants, did your best to stay as far away from him as possible. Keep to yourself, stay out of the way, and do your best to get by.
You’d never even dared enter his private wing of the estate.
“And remember,” Uraume’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts. “No matter what you do, do not disturb him.”
You’d barely stepped out of the doorway before you heard Uraume scolding another meek servant, already moved onto the seemingly never ending to-do list they filled their days with.
Sliding the door shut behind you, you nervously made your way across the estate. The further you went, the more sparse the servants were, and you only prayed that Sukuna wasn’t there.
It wasn’t a secret that he preferred to be alone. No personal servants, besides Uraume, of course, no advisors, no concubines, not even any family.
Those who dared try to impose themselves on his life often ended up with a few less limbs than the average person.
Your footsteps seemed to echo through the silent hallway. You had finally arrived just outside his bedroom and there wasn’t another soul in sight.
Swallowing your nerves, you tilted your head downward and opened the door.
You stood still in the doorway.
Recalling Uraume’s orders, you kept your eyes trained on your feet until you were sure nobody was going to yell at you or kill you on the spot.
You finally walked two steps over to the mahogony table and quietly set down the linens.
Now what? Just leave?
The silence seemed ever consuming.
Clearly nobody was in the room, it wouldn’t hurt to take a peek, would it?
Wrong.
You lifted your head up just enough to sweep your eyes over the expanse of the room.
Large desk, large bed, and–oh, fuck.
Sukuna, right in the middle of the bed, staring at you as he held his cocks in his hands.
Two?
You couldn’t help your eyes from widening, mouth dropped open in a little ‘o’ shape as you processed what you were seeing.
Clearly, your instincts needed sharpening to allow you to just openly gape at Sukuna.
It was just so hard to look away from the way he used both of his right hands to stroke himself.
Two cocks stacked on top of each other, each one thick and dripping.
He wasn’t stopping, even with your staring, and you realize he must’ve just been waiting for you to get the hell out of there.
You must have been staring for a while, because his scoff suddenly snapped you out of your thoughts.
“Are you just going to stand there gawking?” He asked, voice low and annoyed.
“N-no! Sorry,” you quickly corrected yourself, bowing your head as you rushed to leave the room.
You turned as fast as you could, hoping he’d decide to let you keep all your limbs if you got out quick enough.
Just as you were a step away from the door, his voice called out to you.
“I didn’t say you could leave.”
That’s it. This was the end.
You paused in the doorway and hesitantly turned around, eyes once again trained on the ground.
“Did someone send you here, or did you wander in all on your own?”
You swallowed. “Uraume sent me to deliver some fabrics.”
“Look up when I’m speaking to you,” he commanded.
You lifted your head up, eyes trained on his face so as to not watch the hypnotizing way he stroked himself.
“That’s better,” he commented dryly, eyes not-so subtly looking you up and down before one corner of his mouth lifted up in a grin. “You didn’t seem to have a problem with it a few moments ago.”
“I apologize, Master Sukuna,” you said, ready to get down on your knees and pray for forgiveness if you needed to. “Please forgive me. I didn’t intend to intrude.”
“Hm,” the grin disappeared to be replaced by a neutral expression you couldn’t dissect. “Come here.”
Yup. Definitely the end.
You stiffly walked across the room over to where he was sprawled out on his bed. He hadn’t let up his motions, palms dragging up and down and up and down repeatedly.
“You just couldn’t help your curiosity, could you?” He asked, eyes taking a better look at you as you stood at the edge of his bed. “Stop shaking. If I wanted to kill you, you’d already be dead.”
As calming as the words should be, they didn’t do much to reassure you of your safety.
He rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath, “So fragile.”
You stood there stiffly, only looking at his face as you nervously awaited your next instructions.
He exhaled in frustration.
“You very rudely interrupted me with your staring,” he said dryly. You opened your mouth to apologize again, but he cut you off before you had the chance. “Stop. You can help me to make up for it.”
You closed your mouth.
“How?”
He said nothing, simply nodding at his lower half with his chin.
“What?” Your eyes widened, immediately understanding what he wanted your help with. “But–two!”
He raised an eyebrow. “That wasn’t an issue when you were gawking earlier.”
“Um,” you were at a loss for words, simultaneously embarrassed and scared for what was to happen.
“Relax,” he huffed. “I’m not going to fuck you.”
That did nothing to help your nerves.
You couldn’t deny he was attractive. Very, if you were being honest with yourself and the nights you shamefully let your hand slip under the waistband of your pants. It’s just that the attractiveness doesn’t cancel out the intimidation and the knowledge of the crimes he’s committed.
“Then what do you want?” You dared to finally ask.
“Start by getting on the bed.”
You blinked, swallowing your pride and finally lifting yourself up on the plush mattress to sit yourself in between his massive legs.
You looked at him for directions.
“You have two hands, use them.”
Breath hitching, you reached a tentative hand out to replace the one covering the cock closest to his stomach. The hand absolutely dwarfed yours.
As you wrapped your hand around his length, you frowned as you realized it barely covered anything and one hand on each would do almost nothing.
Everything about this man was huge.
He must have sensed your thoughts, because he suddenly spoke in that low timbre.
“It doesn’t matter.” Lidded eyes looked down at you. “Do what you can. You’ll have time to learn more later.”
You didn’t dwell on the words, giving an experimental stroke to his cock, flushed red and already leaking down over your hand.
It was captivating.
"They wont bite."
You didn’t waste any time before taking the other one out of his hand and starting to work it.
You heard the amused chuckle rumble his chest above you, but it only encouraged you further.
Biting your lip, you squeezed both cocks gently as you moved your hands up and down in sync.
Every twitch in your hands let you feel every thick vein running along the shafts, both cocks curved downward.
Although you didn’t look away from the mesmerizing mess in your hand, you noticed the way his head started to tilt backwards from pleasure.
You continued to pump them together, more precum spilling onto your fingers every time your fist lifted from the thick bases up to the tips.
Not much longer later, his chest started to rise and fall in an irregular rhythm.
He was even more attractive like this, you thought, eyes back up on his face instead of the warmth in your hands.
You could tell he was keeping himself quiet on purpose. Eyes almost all the way shut, he still let out a few unsteady breaths and you clung onto those breathy sounds coming from his lips.
Everything about this was hypnotizing.
From the way his cocks sat flushed and heavy in your hands to the tattooed muscles along his torso to the way he pretended not to be affected, you took all of it in and kept the memory for safekeeping.
The warmth of him finally spilling into your hands snapped you out of your thoughts. You focused back on that, speeding up the friction on his cocks as he came on your fists.
He hissed, head thrown back against the pillow as your movements spurred him on through his release.
You had a hard time tearing your eyes away from his face, his jaw clenched until the bottom half of his eyes looked down at you.
“Good,” he decided. “Your curiosity is good for something.”
You frowned, but didn’t dare complain to the King of Curses.
“Well?” He asked after a moment, and you sat there dumbfounded and unsure what he wanted you to do. “What now?”
“Are you just going to sit there like you want a turn, or are you going to clean yourself up?”
“Sorry.” You pulled your hands away like he burned you, face heating up in embarrassment. You looked around the room for something to clean your hands with.
“Use those,” he added, pointing to the linens you originally brought in.
“I just brought these in, though. They take so long to wash.” You sighed, slipping off the bed to use one to wipe your hands with.
“You’ll have to go back to get some new ones, then,” he commented, two arms resting behind his head.
You frowned at the thought of walking all the way there and back again.
“Don’t look so sad,” he grinned, eyes shut again.
“Next time you come back, I'll return the favor.”
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