✦ ݁˖ The Torment's of 𝓡. 𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 (aka he makes you suck his cocks for hour's)
• ⟡ ݁˖cw.Trueform!Sukuna :: crack! :: handjob :: oral m. rec ::
It’s mid- afternoon as Sukuna lounges back against the headboard like a king on his throne. One set of arms flips through a glossy brochure about kaki persimmons, the pages rustling softly as he hums in mild interest. Different ways to use a persimmon, it says. Dried slices, jams, even fermented into vinegar. His lower pair of arms rests heavy on your head and shoulders, guiding you with casual authority.
You're on your knees between his spread thighs, mouth stretched wide around the thick head of his upper cock while your hands work the lower one in slow, slick strokes. Both are heavy and flushed, veins pulsing under your tongue and palms. His balls hang full and swollen, each one larger and heavier than anything human, resting warm against your chin as you bob.
He tastes salty, musky, overwhelmingly him. You suck harder, hollowing your cheeks, tongue pressing firm along the underside just the way he likes. A low chuckle rumbles from his chest.
"Not bad," he murmurs, eyes still scanning the brochure. "But slower on the lower one. I want to feel every drag of your fingers."
You obey, because what else can you do? Your jaw already aches from the stretch, lips tingling and numb. You pull off the top cock with a wet pop, switch to licking long stripes up the shaft before taking the head back in. Your hands twist gently around the base of the second one, thumbs rubbing circles over the sensitive ridge.
Minutes stretch. Then more, your tongue flicks at his frenulum, quick and teasing, trying to coax him closer. Anything to end this. He doesn't even twitch, his breathing stays steady and relaxed, like he could do this for hours.
You shift your weight, knees sore against the floor, one hand sneaks lower to cup those massive balls, rolling them carefully, hoping the added stimulation will finally push him over. Still nothing-
Sukuna turns another page.
"Ah ah ah," he warns without looking down, voice smooth and amused. "None of that sneaky shit. You know the rules. I edge you for fun. You service me because I allow it."
You pull back just enough to breathe, strings of spit connecting your swollen lips to his glistening cock. "Sukuna... my jaw hurts. My hands, they're cramping." You say with an incessant whine.
Your awful cries finally make him look. Now glaring at you, his four crimson eyes. Narrowing with mock sympathy. A smirk pulls at his lips, the black markings on his face shifting.
"Awe," he drawls, dragging the word out slow. "And here I thought you were different. Thought you would stay my favourite, hm? But look at you. Complaining already." He clicks his tongue, shaking his head like a disappointed parent. "Typical human. Disappointing per usual."
Your face burns with frustration and exhaustion. You glare up at him, lips shiny and parted. "I have been at this for almost an hour."
"That's too damn bad," he says cheerfully, one large hand pushing your head back down. "Keep sucking."
You open your mouth again, taking him in with a muffled groan. He guides you deeper, fingers tangled in your hair, setting a lazy rhythm that has you gagging softly around his length. The lower cock throbs in your grip as you pump it steadily, wrists burning from the angle.
"Good girl," he praises lightly, returning to his brochure. "Now swirl your tongue while you bob. And do not forget the balls. They feel neglected."
You do as told, licking and sucking at the heavy sac, tongue tracing the seam while your hands keep working both cocks in alternating strokes. Sweat beads on your forehead. Your thighs start pressing together, slick and aching from how long he has kept you like this without letting you even pleasure yourself. He edges you for sport, but when it's your turn to please him, his endurance feels endless.
He lets out a contented sigh, hips barely shifting. "Persimmons are versatile, you know. Eat them fresh, dry them, turn them into sweets. Much like you, so many ways to use one little thing until it gives everything."
You whine around him, annoyed and tired, the sound vibrating along his shaft. He laughs low.
"Patience, pet. We're only getting started. And if you keep making that face... I might just make you switch to the other cock next."
Your eyes water, jaw screaming, hands trembling. Yet you keep going, because he expects it. Because he loves watching you suffer so prettily for him.
Sukuna flips another page, utterly unbothered, while you service him with aching devotion in the quiet afternoon light.
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