#this hit

the other two hands cradle your glistening face, dance across your pulse, draw your lips towards his so you cannot turn away. it is his right, he says, to watch the way your eyebrows furrow in pleasure and humiliation, to lick the tears from the corners of your eyes before he shoves that tongue back into your mouth.

“look at you,” sukuna purrs, breath hot against your neck, “so full of me.” 

and you are: face covered in sweat and the spit from sukuna’s second tongue when he dragged it across your face to let you revel in the size. it envelops you, the mouth on his stomach, a chasm whose depths you don’t know. 

you kissed it then but ride it now, drowning in the sensation of warmth and wetness and lightning. it is too soft and too rough all at once, encompassing everything between your thighs and then some – every fold, every crevice, every trace. you do not know how many orgasms sukuna’s tongue has pulled from you. you do not have the words to ask.

“i–” you sob, convulsing as the tip of his tongue prods at your cunt, as sukuna forces you to ride it harder, faster, like he cannot get enough. your eyes fall shut against the pleasure. “i–”

“you what?” but he does not care; his voice is laughing. a finger taps your eyelids. “eyes on me.” 

you burn beneath his red gaze. his four eyes, light with amusement, devour your disheveled state, the drool on the corner of your lip. he drags his tongue across the place and savors the nectar, watching your expression dissolve with a terrible grin.

his second tongue wanders, enjoys the pleasure of your clit like it owns you. you think you might die from the heat of it. you think that sukuna wants to eat you until you are entirely raw.

“fuck,” you cry, but you can’t hear yourself over the roar in your ears. “i'm, i'm gonna–” 

sukuna’s hands tighten around your waist and press you down, down, until you are grinding against him like your life depends on it, until you could melt beneath his touch. his tongue is insatiable: it does the trick. you fall apart with a choked sob, muscles beyond your control, thought beyond your being. the world reduces to sukuna’s first tongue in your mouth to stifle your cries and sukuna’s second tongue in your cunt to taste the reward seeping out. 

but the moment does not fade; you do not think the tension will leave you. you think you are condemned forever to feel the weightlessness of your limbs and the pile of nothing in your brain. 

sukuna’s eyes sparkle with a violence you will not name. as your orgasm recedes, he moves your body down, down, until you rest not against the soft expanse of his tongue but something else entirely.