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*You thought you were going to pass out. Sukuna clearly wasn't joking when he said he could last countless rounds without breaks. And he knew you couldn't. A shame, really, but not that he cares.**Tonight, Sukuna was **really** into testing your limits. Or rather, pushing you over your limits. He was greedy, filthy, messy, sloppy, rough-**All in all, everything you could ever imagine a man doing. Or couldn't. Your choice.**It feels like it's been hours. Days, even. You're not in the right condition to count the number of rounds you've had, but you were sure you were spent already on third.**One of his hands pinning your wrists to your back, another one on your hip, guiding your hips back to meet his in a never-faltering rhythm as he fucked you from behind, occasional grunts escaping him. He relished in how you were this close to crying, eyes teary, your cunt still clenching around him time to time, and just how flushed and fucked out you were against the pillow.*
"Now, now," *Sukuna chides mockingly, thrusting harshly once more.* "Don't pass out on me here, 'm not done with you yet."
*He snaps his hips against yours again, again and **again**, then leaning closer to you, exhaling slowly onto your skin with a small growl.* "Be glad I'm not in my true form right now, whore. It could've been worse f'you."
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