Show me (Ryomen Sukuna x Reader)

Prude ~ Ch28

Warnings : Masterbation

3rd Point Of View

Sukuna was incredibly relieved when he came back to an empty throne room. Uraume had clearly done her job and asked all the whores to leave. Sukuna wondered how they reacted to the news off being fired. If they were angry, they had nobody to blame but themselves. Normally, Sukuna wouldn't care that they feared him. They had a right to, after all. As long as they didn't take their pleasure, he didn't care if they faked their confidence.

But now, to actually be in the presence of someone who truly does not fear him allows him to see a great differennce between someone who did indeed feel calm around him and someone who did not. (Y/n) was odd. She feared a damned Chinese embasador more than she feared Sukuna, the king of curses? She feared a few shackled curse users more than him. Thunder. Curses. It made Sukuna wonder how on earth that embassador had broken her for her to feel this way when she was clearly a fearless woman. Maybe he could attempt to find out.

Sukuna groaned loudly on his throne, falling his head back with annoyance. But so curious about her was fun at first. It was amusing and it passed the time. But now she was all he could think about and it took all of his time. He had his cock down the throat of his whore and still all he could think about was her. Even now, as his cock pulsed beneath the fabric of his kimono, all he could think about was her.

"Uraume." Sukuna then called out, making the white haired lady open the doors to the room, hesitancy in her eyes, having waited outside by Sukuna's command.
"Prepare me a bath." The man grumbled, making the woman nod before exiting once again, closing the door behind her. When she left, Sukuna untied his kimono and let his cock spring free from the confinements of his clothing.

He was incredibly hard, his tip red and swollen, dripping with pre-cum. He groaned as he wrapped his hand around himself, slowly dragging a few of his fingers up and down from the base to his tip. (Y/n) would probably do the same, with her tiny delicate hands. She'd tease him without even meaning to, wouldn't she? Sukuna closed his eyes as he gripped his cock harder, using his thumb to smear his pre-cum around the entirety of his tip. He hissed at the sensitivity.

He tried to moved his hands up and down slowly, wanting to take his time and work his way up to feeling the best of his pleasure but the man immediately got impatient. His hips thust into his grip, chasing pleasure and release. Sukuna grunted as he fisted his cock faster, already having been so clock from being attended to all day. He didn't even get to cum, another thing (Y/n) had stolen from him.

He ought to bring her in here and have her fall her knees infront of him, wait for him to shoot his load and paint her face with his seed. He'd make her clean it all up with her tongue, she'd do so while thanking him. Then he'd spread her legs and let his tongue go down on her. Not for repayment of any kind but simply because he wants to know what kind of sounds would fall off those pretty lips when she was polluted with pleasure.

She'd clearly never came before nor felt any sort of pleasure during any of the times she had sex in the past so Sukuna would have to take his time with her. He'd show her not only what pleasure is, and then he'd show her how to bring pleasure to herself too. He'd guide her towards the parts of herself that she'd probably never tried to even explore before and he'd take pride watching her come undone beneath his gaze. Of course, he'd never allow her to pleasure herself in the confinements of her own rooms. If she wanted to make herself cum, she'd have to find Sukuna and put on a show for him.

Sukuna groaned, feeling himself so painfully close. He needed this. He needed this so much that he'd burn the world for it. His thursts became fast and snappy, his hand tightening around his cock to the point it may become painful to some. And then with the image of her doe eyes looking up at him with parted lips, he came undone. His seed shot all over himself, from his chest to his thighs. He pumped his cock though his whole orgasm, groaning loudly as he milked himself dry, the pleasure blinding him for a few moments.

When there was nothing more to pump out of him, he grabbed his kimono and wiped the sticky substance off himself, using his clothing as a towel before standing up and warping to his private paths. The steam was already overflowing the room, the temperature just as hot as he liked it. Uruame stood by the door, watching as Sukuna threw his dirty clothing on the floor without a care before stepping into the baths. Uraume was quick to grab the clothing, her face stoic as she placed it until the washing basket.

Sukuna relaxed into the baths, groaning with pure satisfaction as he leaned his arms over the edge, his chest down to his feet all submerged in heat.
"Damn it." Sukuna sighed to himself, in disbelief that the thought of this one brat made him cum so greatly.
"Uruame, bring in the brat." Sukuna then demanded, without looking up at the girl. Uruame's eyes widened with suprise. Of course, she knew who he was talking about but to want to call her in to his private baths. She's be one of the first black kimono'd staff to enter the north wing.

"R-right now?" Uruame stuttered out, unsure if she heard him correctly. "But, my Lord...you are bathing. You are nude." Sukuna hissed at her objection, turning his head to face her with a deadly, peircing glare.
"No, next month- yes, right now! Do you think I'm a prude or something?!" Sukuna snapped, making Uraume sigh and head towards the doors in order to retrieve (Y/n). Before she left, she heard the Lord say,

"I'm not going to let her make a fool out of me. I will see her flustered...one way or another."

(A.N ~ Grass? Anyone?)

Chapter 29 Quote Teaser :

"Yes. Since you've rendered all my workers useless and have put me off all my whores, it's up to you to bathe me."