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You drew in a long, slow breath as you paced the room, letting the cool air fill your lungs to the brim before you exhaled equally as slow. Pooling your focus into steadying the nervous sway of your hands where they were tugged in front of your face like a shield.
Sukuna mirrored your steady movements, prowling across the room from you - but where your steps were slow with hesitance, his were lazy.
He followed you in a curve as you circled the training ring, footfalls surprisingly soft, bouncing lightly on the balls of his bare feet. You watched sinewed muscles ripple along his bare chest, dark ink bleeding into his skin in thick rivers like the marks of a tiger. And with the way he was eyeing you, trapping you beneath those four laser pinpoints - you felt all the more like a carnivore’s prey.
His hands hung leisurely in the air before him, big palms laid flat, fingers pressed together, curling as he awaited your next move.
“Come now, I grow bored.” Came his biting critique, voice so deep and sharp that you jolted in place.
Swallowing the lump of fear that had formed in your throat, you arched your feet as you prepared to leap forward, dominant arm outstretched in a jab condensed with as much cursed energy as you could muster.
Suddenly you froze mid strike, as if stabbed.
Your breath caught, and a dizzying throb of pain singed up from your belly. You slipped down to one knee, hands deserting your fighting stance to instead curl over your pulsing gut.
A wave of nauseating heat struck you, and your vision swam as a prickle of sweat formed on your brow. You blinked, an attempt to flush away the tiny black dots littering the edges of your eyes as Sukuna's form swayed before you like the ripple of a pond.
In a rare act of mercy, your master stopped short of catching you in another of his brutal swings. His arm remained lifted in place as he fixed you with a furious scowl, thick brow twitching in annoyance.
“What is the meaning of this? On your feet.” He barked, already record short fuse burning shorter by the second.
“Apologies, my lord…” You licked your lips, mouth pooling hot with saliva.
You urged your body to move, but the moment you tensed, slid your back foot to tug yourself upright - a deep, aching throb thrummed to life in your lower back alongside your belly, creeping into your hips, and you crumpled back down, panting.
Sukuna’s angled nose twitched above you, and his gaze sharpened - catching the familiar, primal waft of a scent almost imperceptible to the average human. He took a few slow strides toward you, brow crinkled.
“You’re injured?” He questioned, head tilted as his ruby eyes trailed over your shaking form, cataloging every inch of you in search of a fresh cut, the source of the sudden light metallic scent gracing the air. “Don’t tell me you’re so utterly weak that my meager sparring sliced your flesh?”
“No, my lord…” You gulped, shaking your head. “It’s just-…”
Your fingers tightened around the loose fabric of your training pants, pressing into your trembling knee as you attempted to stand once more.
Suddenly there was a resistant pressure, and you lifted your eyes to find Sukuna’s bare foot planted against your shoulder. Your hands flew up to grapple at the limb but he simply moved faster, straightened his leg to shove you to the floor in an effortless kick.
You hit the floor with a dull thud, palms heated with the burn of friction as you scrambled to lift yourself up, fingers trembling against the cool tile.
“What are you-?…”
Two large hands planted themselves on the marble either side of you, another two clasped your ankles and pried them apart with ease. You watched him slot into the empty space between your parted legs, watched soft pink tufts sway as he craned his head down between the dips of your knees and sucked in a slow breath through his nose.
Sukuna’s lips parted, and his eyes widened - nostrils flaring as he let out a low, unrestrained sound.
You watched his face with furrowed brows before another wave of blinding pain arrested you. When you blinked up at him again, you were panting out little uncontrollable noises, thighs tensed and trembling in his grasp - from fear and nausea in equal parts.
“Please, let go.” Came your quiet plea, tugging your legs a little against his grasp. A fruitless bid - you may as well have had two stone blocks tied to your ankles.
Chest heaving, you peered between your parted legs, and paused your writhing at the sight that met you. Where you had expected his face to be contorted with some kind of disgust - Sukuna’s eyes were instead dropped low, locked onto the patch of red, slowly blooming through the pale fabric of your pants like the kiss of an ink blot.
One thick arm moved, and you jolted when you felt a calloused thumb press into you, tracing the red as it stained the material, spreading like the petals of a blooming rose over your cunt.
“I’m making a mess.” You whispered, blinked down at him. “Please, release me. I need to bathe.”
Sukuna was silent for what felt like hours, doing nothing but trailing his thumb over the quickly staining folds of fabric, watching your blood ink the skin of his finger. You made no sound at all, frightened that even a rogue breath might spook him - pinned as you were beneath the watchful eyes of an apex predator.
Your silent vigil was shattered when his grip on your ankles tightened, and a terrified squeal escaped you as he tugged you down along the floor, until your spine lay flat against the ground. He was crowded over you in a heartbeat, shouldering your knees apart, head dipped low between your thighs.
“Silence.“ He spat. “You think a ‘mess’ will deter me?”
You shivered, a prickle of goosebumps pebbling over your flesh as you felt his breath puff hot and teasing over your clothed crotch, before he pressed his tongue flat over the blooming bloodstain.
You made a strangled sound, and in reply Sukuna rumbled a satisfied growl from his chest. He drew a slow line from the strip of skin below your weeping entrance, all the way up until your clit twitched against his tongue through the darkened fabric.
His face was a stark contrast to his usual scowl when he lifted his head. Expression softened with what you could only read as awe, eyes blown dark, entranced.
You watched his tongue curl back inside his maw, the slip of muscle blushed with a smear of your blood. His eyes narrowed as he rolled his tongue, sucked the remnants of you along his tastebuds.
You opened your mouth and closed it again a few times in a soundless babble - utterly speechless at the display before you
“Delicious.” He concluded.
As if riled by the first taste, a predator tempted by a single drop of blood in a sea of salted water - he pressed himself immediately back into the space between your legs - broad shoulders nudging your thighs apart.
His thick fingers pinched the stained fabric covering your crotch, and he tugged - splitting the seams with an ease that made you shiver.
Sukuna huffed a pleased breath, eyes blown wide as he took in the sight of you laid bare before him. Folds glistening slick and bloody red between the parted slips of fabric, a slow, dark trickle disappearing down between the press of your plump cheeks.
Your leg twitched, knees tugged instinctively closed, but the sharp flicker of his gaze froze you in place.
“Do not deny me, woman.” Sukuna snarled. “You will allow me this.”
With you docile - made soft and malleable by the threat of his words, and the tight grip of his fingers over your ankles - his focus fell once again to the delicate space between your thighs. His lips parted, tattooed tongue poking out from between sharp canines to lick a long trail up the centre of your folds, and he groaned as if he were tasting droplets of the purest nectar.
Without further warning, he stuffed his tongue inside until his lips hit your flesh, muscle curling as if he could draw more of the thick salted liquid from inside with the only the demand of his tongue.
“S-Sukuna!-“ You moaned, eyes squeezed shut, head slammed back against the cool marble beneath you. Your hands scrambled along the smooth tile, palms slick with sweat, the pain in your gut blending with the throbs of sweet pleasure pulsing from the press of his mouth.
Sukuna gave no response aside from the wag of his tongue, coated red and sticky. Thick globs of spit, blood, and your arousal in equal measure dripped from his lips until you could feel it creeping between your thighs - pooling a dark puddle onto the floor beneath you.
The slick press of skin and marble squelched when you squirmed, tossed your head back and cried out for him as his thick tongue curled - thrusting in vicious, claiming strokes.
Sukuna was equally as loud - groaning unashamedly, the sounds low and animal, turned nearly to growls as he devoured you. His satisfied grunts alongside the obscene sounds of his mouth against your sopping cunt had you panting, the coil in your belly curled tight and hot as you neared the inevitable edge.
You usually detested messy eaters - men who displayed no table manners, childishly attacking their plate as if it were their first meal on Earth, hands and mouths stained and sticky. But you found that in the moment, this was different. Sukuna was undoubtedly messy, unashamedly so. But he ate you with the fervor of a starved man, as if he might angle his head and take a bloody bite of your plump thigh next just to sate his hunger.
You peeked an eye open, watched his sharp teeth glint as he pressed a snarled kiss to your twitching pussy. And when his lips - long since stained dark with you, pressed flat to suck your throbbing clit into his mouth - your vision went white.
Your back arched in a sinful curve, hips rutting up to meet the roll of his jaw as you came undone on his tongue, writhing as he swirled tight little heart shapes over your pulsing cunt.
With a sharp cry and a staggered wiggle of your hips, thighs trembling, wracked with a dizzying cocktail of pain, pleasure and over stimulation - he released you with a vulgar slurp, and you collapsed back against the sullied tile.
Sukuna took a few slow moments to draw his tongue in long soothing drags along the valley of your thighs, licking up any rogue smears of red from your tender skin like a cat lapping up the last dregs of sweet milk.
You simply lay back panting, eyes locked on the hypnotizing slip of his tongue from beneath dark lashes. Black loops of ink, the splash of a pale canine against your red soaked flesh.
Before you could process his next movement, one large hand was cupping the nape of your neck, tugging you close until his mouth was slotted against your own in a vicious kiss.
You made a high pitched, spineless sound into his open mouth as his tongue slid over your own in a slick swirl. The musky taste of cum fizzled on your tongue alongside the sharp acrid salt of blood. Your lashes fluttered as you mirrored the slow roll of his jaw, listened to him purr a pleased sound.
It took all your strength not to whine when he finally broke from you and pulled away. He straightened his spine, rolled his broad shoulders with a grinding crack, and you watched through hazed eyes as his silhouette came back into focus before you.
You bit your lip. Lord, was he a sight. Dark red smeared like the mess of a finger painting along his sharp jaw, prints glistening sticky like syrup, and he licked his lips as if you tasted just as sweet on his tongue.
“You may bathe now.” He murmured, voice deep and satisfied as he thumbed at his lips, sucked his finger into his mouth to run the remnants of your mess along his tongue.
His eyes were uncharacteristically soft when they landed on you, narrowed to slits of ember, his expression pleased and relaxed like a well fed animal.
“Have Uraume draw you a tub of hot water.”