helping true form!sukuna bathe as his new servant꒰♡
cw; shy!reader, unestablished relationship, handjob, ejaculation, forced proximity, tension, 1.9k words …
when you first found out you were going to be one of ryomen sukuna’s new servants, you practically saw your life flash before your eyes.
you weren’t oblivious — you’d heard the horror stories of what happened to those who displeased sukuna.
it usually ended with them losing their head, at best.
you’ve spent the last few days mentally and physically preparing, becoming acquainted with your duties and new accommodation, dreading the moment you’d finally meet sukuna.
you were informed he’d return to the palace within the next hour, finally back from his little ‘expedition’ which consisted of him slaughtering entire villages to blow off steam.
hopefully he’d blown off enough to spare your life, should you make a mistake. or look at him wrong. or breathe too loudly. all were possibilities.
you sit in your small, mostly empty room to pass the time, awaiting further instruction from uraume. "he has returned. please make your way to his quarters to draw him a bath."
you nod shakily, standing up as you fasten your robes a little tighter, brushing yourself down with your hands before making your way to sukuna.
after a collection of long hallways and steep stair cases, you reach sukuna’s bedroom, knocking on the door with trembling hands.
"who dares to disturb me?" sukuna booms, voice low and gravelly, sprawled out on his bed, robes loose around his chest.
you try to steady your breathing, responding from the other side of the door. "i have been sent to draw you a bath, my king."
a few seconds of complete silence pass. you choose not to enter until you’re told to.
taking another deep breath, you enter sukuna’s bedroom, eyes never leaving the floor — meaning you couldn’t see the way sukuna was looking at you.
you’d be lying if you said you weren’t curious about what sukuna looked like. you’d only heard stories, descriptions… was he really as terrifying as people made him out to be?
you spot a glimpse of the bath in the corner of the room, making your way over to it, slowly turning on the hot water and letting it flow into the oversized tub.
all four of sukuna’s eyes follow you, observing your every move, watching you stand by idly as the tub begins to fill.
you felt like your heart was going to jump out of your chest.
after a minute or so of silence, sukuna breaks it, still laid lazily in his bed. "raise your head."
almost instantly, you oblige, letting sukuna take a good look at your face — at the woman who would now serve him until he grew tired of her or worse.
he doesn’t say quite what you expected him to.
"you’re a pretty little thing, aren’t you?"
you panic as you try to craft a response. do you agree and look self absorbed? do you deny it and risk irritating him? your throat bobs as you swallow, hard.
now that your eyes had met his, you could finally see him. and truthfully? he wasn’t at all grotesque — nor ‘ugly’ and ‘disfigured.’
he was somewhat beautiful. still absolutely terrifying, but captivating in a way that made your breath hitch. although, people were right about the sheer size of him, his extra limbs, those dangerous crimson eyes…
before you can panic further about your response, sukuna gets up from his bed, closing the distance between you as you begin to let some cold water into the tub — evening out the temperature.
"leave it, woman. i like it hot," he says, amused at how quickly you halt your movements.
"yes, my king. i apologise.”
sukuna hums, looking you up and down again, stepping closer to you. he towers over your smaller form, stomach mouth licking its lips beneath his robes.
you make eye contact with him again, his body only inches from yours. he stood there like he was waiting for something.
"don’t just stand there, woman. my robes will not untie themselves."
you had no idea your services extended to undressing sukuna.
hands still trembling, you grasp the loose knot, undoing it carefully, slowly opening his robes, then looking away as he let them drop to his feet.
both of his cocks twitched at how adorably nervous you are — at his effortless power over you.
sukuna stands there for a moment before climbing into the tub, relaxing in the hot water, watching you scurry to pick up his robes and fold them neatly, placing them aside.
you feel his gaze on you again. should you leave now? is the bath the right temperature? did he… expect you to help him bathe?
you settle with the third option. it seemed fitting.
you saunter back over, picking up a cloth from beside the tub, dipping it in hot water. so far, so good. he wasn’t protesting.
your gaze remains respectful as you begin with his chest, letting the cloth glide over his firm muscles, tattoos darkening from the hot water. sukuna couldn’t help but notice your gentleness, small, delicate hands grasping the washcloth, eyes not daring to look down.
almost holding your breath, you move the cloth lower, over sukuna’s upper abdomen, hand brushing against the firm ridges of his abs.
he hums in what sounds like satisfaction, allowing you to continue, still watching you like you were the most interesting thing he’d seen in decades.
still trying to avoid overstepping, you skip his crotch area, closing your eyes and gliding the cloth along his meaty thighs.
then, sukuna grabs your wrist.
"how do you expect to wash me properly when your eyes are closed."
your breath hitches again.
"i apologise. i wanted to be respectful."
he chuckles darkly, voice so low you found yourself surprised the entire building didn’t shake. "satisfy your curiosity, brat. look."
inhaling quietly, you allow your eyes to wander all the way down to… two cocks. both standing to attention, thick, monstrous and veiny.
"they don’t bite, woman. get on with it.”
you ring out the washcloth before dipping it back into the water, dragging it slowly over both of his thick tips, watching how they twitch from the contact.
"mm, there you go," sukuna hums, watching how your lips part slightly, how your breathing becomes faster — heavier. almost like you were enjoying yourself.
he couldn’t help himself.
"drop the cloth. you won’t be needing it. use your hands instead.”
you lean down further, tongue darting out to lick your suddenly dry lips, shaky hands finding the base of both cocks, fingers unable to close around his girth.
a slight grin appears on sukuna’s face as you begin to stroke both of his lengths, both of them half beneath the water, pre beading at both tips.
"is this satisfactory?" you ask, movements still unhurried, cleavage slightly on show as you lean over the tub, jiggling slightly as you work his cocks.
"faster. put those pathetic little hands to work," sukuna responds, almost surprised in himself. he never let slaves touch him — not like this.
he just couldn’t help how painfully hard you’d made him. after all, you’re here to service him.
the weight of him in your hands was unbelievable, each thick vein pulsing against your palms, the water making it easier to glide your hands up and down his shafts.
sukuna stays mainly composed as you satisfy him, two meaty arms resting behind his head, the other two draped over the edges of the tub. "you’re not entirely useless, are you?"
you try to ignore the increasing dampness of your panties, the way your cheeks felt hot, chest tight with anticipation and growing arousal.
sukuna’s breathing becomes heavier, just enough for you to notice, eyes occasionally shutting as he enjoys the warmth and tightness of your hands against his dicks.
within a few minutes, you saw his hands gripping the sides of the tub tightly, both tips becoming flushed and needy as you work him towards the edge. "woman—don’t stop,” sukuna says through gritted teeth.
you let your mouth open slightly as your gaze stays locked on your task, wrists beginning to hurt, yet you refuse to slow down — you refuse to give up.
soon enough, sukuna lets out a low groan, copious amounts of cum spurting from both of his slits, completely covering your hands and wrists. you continue to stroke him, sticky hands gliding over both lengths.
you only withdraw your hands when you were confident sukuna had finished, grabbing the cloth and cleaning the mess he’d make all over both himself and your hands.
one thing was certain — you didn’t expect things to go this way.
"i suppose i’ll keep you around… for now," sukuna says, cocks softening softly against the now warm water.
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