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They’ve been dating a while.
Cw // nsfw smut food play
They’ve been dating a while.
Cw // nsfw smut food play
With Sukuna’s return to a physical vessel he spends a lot of time catching up on the things he missed, food and sex. Whilst Megumi find the former rather self indulgent he’d agreed to share a banana split with the curse as part of their weekly dating ritual.
Mesmerised by the way Megumis lips part to lap up the whipped topping Sukuna gets an idea. It doesn’t take much to convince the sorcerer, all he needs to do is lie still and let the curse take the lead.
It starts with the can of whipped cream being angled over his chest and Sukuna looking like he’s already eager to devour him before they’d even begun.
The first of the creamy desert hits the middle of his chest with a cold sting, followed by a warm wet tongue licking it up.
The contrasting temperatures and sensations drawing a small whine from his lips. There was a moan from the curse, “Simply divine, I’m going to empty this entire can onto your body and lick every, single, inch, clean”.
Sukuna was disgustingly hedonistic, but Megumi couldn’t deny the sensation didn’t arouse him.
His thoughts were interrupted by a squirt of icy cream spiralling around his nipple.
His thoughts were interrupted by a squirt of icy cream spiralling around his nipple.
The curse made sure to nearly cover the entirety of the pec before bending down to slowly work away at the mess he’d just made of the sorcerer below him.
The action is repeated on the other side, cold, melting cream, and then, warm, wet tongue.
This goes on all the way down the sorcerers torso, right up to Megumis painfully hard length. “You seem to be enjoying this as much as I am Megumi” Sukuna purrs, cream dripping from his chin. Sukuna’s emptying the remainder of the can onto Megumis length.
Giving it a few final shakes to ensure it’s thoroughly spent.
Hooded eyes soak up the sight before him for a moment, the tip, leaking pre poking up through a mess of slowly melting whipped cream. Oh how the curse is going to devour him.
Hooded eyes soak up the sight before him for a moment, the tip, leaking pre poking up through a mess of slowly melting whipped cream. Oh how the curse is going to devour him.
