˖ ࣪૮₍ 𝓡. 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 𓂃 ⭒ calls you his princess when you wake him up by grinding on his lap :: throne sex :: humping :: hes so intimate with it :: trueform!sukuna
“princess.”
shivers slithered up your spine at his deep drawl. him, a fierce god, slumped against his throne with dangerous, dewy eyes lined in exhaustion. one clawed hand sweet on your hip and another perching his slouched head.
several eyes that only knew malice raked over your rocking hips and your swaying body. he, the king of curses.
and yet he called you a princess.
your hands were dwarfed by his broad shoulders. pressed into them like delicate flowers against brimstone. one of his wretched palms, that knew only tenderness when it came to you, reached for your fingers. held you there as you rolled your hips into his. catching the heat between your legs on the growing bulge beneath his robes.
“mm. . . are you awake, my king?” you crooned to his ear. lilted and sung in that way that made his heart flutter. a reminder that he did indeed have one. if only for you.
the claws on your hip curled. but never scratched. “don't call me that.” he grumbled.
“what would you prefer?”
“you know what.”
the flex of his warm fingers squished your ass. flushed you further into him so that your clothed cunt dragged perfectly on his lap.
you gasped, smiled. “sukuna.”
“yeah princess?”
“need you. please.”
his tongue clicked. eyes fluttering open and his third hand cradling you beneath the jaw. lifting your head. drawing you near. to be consumed by his lips that roared profanities across the battlefield, but against yours? was the sweetest, forbidden fruit.
“you know not to beg,” he grumbled, deep and drawled from the depths of his chest as he shifted. scrunching your robes up higher so that your quivering thighs slotted perfectly around him.
his hips rolled up. the pulsing of his twin cocks was hot and heavy. spurring a heat between your legs that left you shaking.
“take what you want.” sukuna sneered. burying his fingers into your hair and pulling your head back. exposing your throat for him to worship with his greedy mouth. like a poor sinner. chained to your divinity. “princesses don't beg. they take. take from what's yours.”
his rolls turned into grinds. rough and wrecked against the meak fabric that separated the both of you. a damp spot soaked through your panties and musked on his lap. a groan caught in his throat.
“smell so sweet. smell like mine.”
“always yours.”
you whined. bucking helplessly and raking your nails down his bare chest. marking him the way he did you. every night. beneath him, with his teeth buried in your flesh and his heart offered to your hands.
“yeah?” he mused. his palm smoothing down your hip, to your inner thigh. the tip of one of his claws poked at your panties. feathered, dangerous stroking on your slit that had you glistening his dark nails. pooling in his lap like the messy girl you always were for him.
“always mine? my princess?” the voice rumbling on your ear paired with the flat of his thumb. circling your trembling clit as he redirected his grinds to your ass. “sing it for me.”
“your princess—” you gasped. the rough buck of his hips knocked you up against him. tits squished into his chest as his palm cupped your needy heat. ground the heel of it into the throbby bud and steered your hips to ride his hand.
“yours. always yours. only yours 'kuna.”
“mhhm? that why you're such a brat when I'm sleeping?”
“you said I could have whatever I wanted.”
you whined. a pout trembling on your lips as one of his hands steered your face to his. “I did, didn't I?”
he exhaled, feigning exasperation as he withdrew his palm. squeezing your ass as you tried to chase him with an indignant huff.
a claw sliced the waistband of your panties, then curled below his robes and unfastened them so that two, hot and leaking tips slapped back onto his abdomen.
“then,” sukuna drawled, sleep still traced in his deep voice. those maroon eyes half-lidded. “take your throne. won't you? show me how good my princess is at riding me.”
as he patted his thigh and pressed your dripping cunt right where it belonged. on him. as his spoilt princess.
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