his extra pair of arms allows him to do many things at once—cleaning, crushing, and fucking you silly without even having to take his robe off.
his other hand snakes from underneath your body to rub your clit. the rough pads of his fingers provide a stimulation you didn’t know you needed. another large, rough hand trails up your body and lands at your breast. he tweaks your nipple between two fingers, your hips stuttering in response.
your face buries into his shoulder, legs threatening to close shut. but sukuna is nothing if not persistent—with his final free hand, he yanks your legs back open. he holds your knee up to your chest and practically folds you in half. the new angle adds the final push that gets you to the edge.
as you cry out his name, walls fluttering around his fingers, he rubs your puffy clit faster and watches you gush.
“listen to her,” he whispers into your ear. “listen to how fucking filthy she is for me.”
and when you’re spent, body going limp against him as slick runs down your thighs, he wastes no time getting you comfortable. he cleans up the mess you made on yourself, simultaneously holding your hand and rubbing your thigh.
sukuna’s four arms truly were a gift that he used to its fullest advantage.