trueform! sukuna swears he hates eating you out
"i don't lower myself to that human filth," he sneers, four crimson eyes glaring down at you sprawled on his silk futon like you're the one who suggested it. "tongues are for commands and curses, not for lapping at some mortal cunt like a starved dog."
you just blink up at him, thighs casually parted, already wet from the way he'd been manhandling you earlier—four massive hands pinning, groping, bruising you. "okay," you say sweetly. "no problem. we can skip it."
his upper lip curls. stomach mouth twitches like it's offended on his behalf. "what?"
"if you hate it so much," you shrug, fingers trailing lazily down your own stomach, teasing just above your clit, "we won't do it my lord."
the room goes dead silent except for the faint crackle of the oil lamps. sukuna's tattoos seem to pulse darker. "insolent wench," he growls, but his voice cracks just the tiniest bit. "you think i care? i could snap you in half and find better entertainment."
"cool. go find it then." you close your thighs deliberately.
he freezes. all four eyes widen fractionally. his stomach mouth lets out a low, involuntary rumble—like a growl mixed with a whine.
you bite back a laugh. "what's wrong, my lord? stomach feeling empty?"
"silence." he lunges—two upper hands slamming your wrists above your head, lower ones prying your thighs apart so wide your hips ache. his face hovers inches from yours, fangs glinting. "you dare taunt me?"
"me? never." you tilt your head innocently. "you're the one who hates it."
he snarls leaning down. hot breath ghosts over your neck. "i'll show you hate."
then he drops.
dives between your legs like a man on a mission he swears he despises. his tongue drags a rough stripe up your slit, slow at first, like he's testing poison. then faster. hungrier.
"fuck—disgusting," he mutters against you, voice muffled, vibrating straight to your core. "tastes like weakness. like desperation."
but he doesn't stop. if anything, he buries deeper—nose pressed to your clit, tongue fucking inside like he's trying to carve you out from the inside.
you moan loud and his whole body jolts. one of his cocks twitches against your thigh. the lower one throbs visibly.
"see?" you gasp, fingers tangling in his pink hair. "you hate it so much you're rock hard."
"shut up." he growls, but it's wrecked. he sucks your clit hard, pulling a cry from you that echoes off the walls.
he's a mess. spit everywhere. cheeks flushed under the tattoos. eyes half-lidded, pupils blown. he groans into your pussy like it's the best meal he's had in centuries—and maybe it is.
"i—hate—this—" he pants between licks, but his hips are grinding uselessly against the futon, chasing friction. "hate how you—drip for me—hate how you clench—fuck—"
you cum hard...thighs shaking, back arching, screaming his name. he doesn't pull away. laps it all up like he's starved, stomach mouth humming in approval while the main one keeps going, overstimulating until you're shoving at his head.
he finally lifts—lips shiny, his four eyes dazed and furious. "that... was nothing," he rasps, voice hoarse. "just proving a point."
you laugh breathlessly. "point proven. you hate it."
he glares. wipes his mouth with the back of one hand. "get on your knees," he orders, but his voice cracks again. "since you made me do shit i dont like, you'll make up for it by choking on both."
this is splurtz first trueformsukuna attempt!
