“how foolish. don’t you understand what i am?” he narrowed his eyes, hands gripping just a bit tighter as he commented. if he put any more force, he’d break you.

“i-i… i don’t.”

“i’ll make you, then.”

he hated how simple-minded you were. just laying there, taking his cock without a second thought. like you were made to do this. you had no idea of what he could do to you—and yet you surrendered yourself to his mercy. were all humans this naive or was it just you?

hell, you even took comfort from a beast like him—one, that was wrecking the most sacred place between heaven and hell. even though he's killed thousands, he's never understood what humans were like. maybe he could figure it out through you.

sukuna continued pounding relentlessly, burying himself between your parted thighs without care and selfishly using your flesh. if he went any deeper, you think he would reach your heart.

"s-sukuna... fuck, please!—" you yelped, gripping onto the thin sheets beneath you as a lifeline.

and yet he continued, abusing your pussy like a toy.

his first pair of hands on your waist moved to your neck. one gripped the front, the other on your nape, fingers delicately pressing your throat. sukuna squeezed, ever so slightly and it took the air out of your lungs.

your eyes boldly looked up at him, an unreadable expression in his face as he devoured you. was it disdain? boredom?

pleasure?

he released his grip, unconsciously licking his lips at the comically large bruise on your neck. the broken capillaries branded your skin. he did this to you. you squeeze around him as he fucked you good, your squelching noises filling the tension as his eyes glossed over your figure.

sukuna inched even closer, the mouth on his stomach able to lick up your sweat, covering you with saliva. your eyes uncontrollably met with his blood red ones. you felt watched.

"you call this sex?" he murmured.

his gaze lingered, heavy, assessing the state he put you in.

"this is what humans cling to?"

a pause.

"...pathetic." and yet, he didn't stop. he went even faster, roughly fucking your body to seek some form of answer he couldn't begin to grasp. sukuna drilled your body through sheer force, hoping to understand what this even is. "k-kuna... kuna—" you whimpered meekly, drool escaping your lips as your eyes rolled back like a corpse.

"look at you, baring yourself so vulgarly. do you have no shame?" he muses, continuing to fuck you mercilessly while relishing in the expression you hold.

at this point you swore you could see stars, fuck, probably the cusp of death itself. sukuna fucked you like had a reason to live, or a reason to die. it was all-consuming. your senses were all fucked up, constantly getting overstimulated by his mouths, hands, and cocks.

there was no body part that was untouched—or unviolated by the hands of your decider above you. you could feel that burning shame build up in you, attempting to release itself on his cock and you cry out to him.

“g-gonna cum… pleasee! i’m gonna oh—“ you helplessly yell, the thick walls of his residence hushing your plea.

you come apart without permission, yet a small grunt escapes sukuna’s lips as your cum seeps out, covering his thick member with the leftover cum you had from before. he hisses lowly, like a silent vibration buzzing against your skin.

covered in all types of fluids, sukuna licks it up instinctively, the rush of blood ringing in his ears. you’re so warm. so human.

so fucking delicious.

sukuna can’t help but get a taste, swallowing the remnants of your orgasm like it’s a heian delicacy. “there it is…” he softly murmurs. his deep voice spreads goosebumps in the warm air, your arm extending to his chest, grazing the tough skin.

“you’d let me take everything, wouldn’t you?” he says it like he knows the answer, and you nod—mindlessly, submitting yourself to his hypnotizing words.

it’s absurd how you let him consume you without an inch of doubt. most people would beg for their lives by now, but here you are—serving yourself on a silver platter. merely covered in substances he brought out of you. he didn’t have to force you.

you were a well trained meal, and he wanted a taste.

sukuna inches closer now, centimetres away. his large tongue quickly devours your lips once again, your state of mind somewhere far away, only pleasure coursing through your veins. his teeth nip you, blood dripping down your lips and like a shark to water, he laps it up—desperate and hungry.

his cock still warms you up, with no desire to move. your cum dries on your thighs, and his hands continue to hold your body with a tight grip, groping your breasts as he continued to feast.

sukuna sinks his teeth in your neck when he angles his face, ecstasy flowing into his tastebuds once he gets your metallic liquid swallowed.

“to be reduced to this…” he chuckles, drinking you up.

“…not bad.” continuing to eat you, a piece of your fatty skin melts in his bottomless stomach. your body squirms from the numbed pain, breaking the silence. “mmph…” it’s a soft, tender whimper, like the act of tasting you is so intimate that it escapes from your cherry rims. it’s the closest thing he’ll ever get to such a thing.

a piece of you missing—now belonging to him.

“look at you.”

he echoes, parting from your body, the blood staining your skin like dye. it’s fresh. so different from your arousal. his cocks twitch again, and he wants to devour you.

“that’s your answer.”

do you understand, now?