݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆ talk to the hand : 𑣲𝐑.𝐒. wants you to appreciate all parts of him
kissing, p in v, mentions of hickeys, pwp⠀.ᐟ
sukuna's mouths are the only thing you still struggle to find beauty in — well, one mouth in particular.
the "monster" that was ryomen sukuna was no secret — tattoos, four-arms, and four eyes — a mention of his name is enough to send a village into hiding.
you never paid it too much mind, his form was a reality you've learned to love in all its strangeness.
but you really can't say the same for that mouth protruding from his palm.
everything about it is a nuisance — always finding new ways to make itself known. like when its tongue licks at your palm during the rare times you've swooned him into holding your hand, or when it's the first to greet you in the quiet hours of the morning before the world fully wakes.
sukuna isn't oblivious to your distaste, either. if anything, you'd swear he took pride in the way it riled you up. had it not been such a perfect source of amusement for the King of Curses, you're sure he'd pay it no mind.
but sukuna could never pass up the chance to toy with you — even if it means the game begins when you least expect it.
like now, when the only thing on your mind should be the way he's caging you against the sheets, hips rutting against yours at just the right angle — it's insulting when the only thought on your mind is how that thing is getting dangerously close to your face.
lapping and sucking at your neck like its own personal chew toy, your face wound tightly in the crook of his arm while the mouth makes a mess of your neck — lovebites already blooming like constellations on your skin.
"you're too fuckin' loud" he groans, hips never faltering their pace as he towers over you "gonna wake everyone up at this rate — fuck — is that what you want?"
the sounds of skin slapping are a burden in your mind — that and the low snarl of the mouth beside your ear. "'course not, kuna — fuck — but-"
"we gotta do something about that noise then, huh?"
your sounds are buried under the weight of his palm, and the mouth that's never been known to behave. it wastes no time toying at your lips, prying them apart and easing itself into your mouth. it reaches much further than sukuna's ever has, grazing the back of your throat with every agonizing flick.
"kuna!" you whine breathlessly, face scrunching in grotesque as it drags a wet stripe against your cheek. "sukuna — mmph"
it's hard to tell whether the moans are from the way he picks up speed, or from the mouth actively invading your every inch. the lengthened tongue twisting itself with yours forcing drool from your lips.
it's quick to clean it up, lapping at the sides of your face with a snarl and a grin that matches the one on sukuna's face.
"so dramatic," he huffs, accentuating his words with sharp thrusts inside you, "he's just saying 'hello'"
the lips detach from yours with a strained gasp — a thin line of drool still connecting you — your mind races a mile a minute when its shoved between the valley of your bodies.
to say it's frustrating how good it feels is an understatement, every stroke a mocking reminder of the thing you once knew as a nuisance.
but in this haze of pleasure, you can't bring yourself to care.
"fuck, s-sukuna. i need more"
"yeah? i'm sure you do," he snorts, pulling out with a low hum as he makes quick work to flip you over — face pressed into the mattress with one arm, two others stabling your hips, while the palm-mouth latches itself onto your swollen clit.
your hips grind against his hand desperately, the stubborn lips of his hand mouth lost in the slick of your folds.
"you're a greedy little thing aren't you? always whinin' when it touches you but now you're grinding against it like a brat" he groans, teasing the tip of his cocks against your weeping hole, "bet it feels good to stop putting on your little show, doesn't it. knew you were filthy from the very beginning"
your argument dies in your throat when he eases back into you, the feeling so intense it's hard to think. you're not sure what to focus on — his thrusts that slowly pick up speed, the tip of his tongue flicking at your clit?
well, there's certainly beauty in this.
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