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nanamin-3 · 2 years

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Obviously.

summary: a lazy night spent with your boyfriend. genre: slice of life

pairing: Sukuna/f.reader

warnings: dirty talk, smut, creampie, fingering (F.receiving), rejection, slight angst

word count: 2.5K

Stirring, you blindly reached around looking for your boyfriend, frowning at not feeling him close to you. You were about to open your eyes and sit up when you heard a deep throaty laugh behind you and a big hand paw at your waist and drag you towards him.

“Not even in your sleep can be away from me huh?” His deep, sleep laced voice made your heart flutter. Turning around to snuggle into him you pressed a soft kiss to his Adam’s apple.

“Obviously,” you murmured, your hand tracing patterns lightly on his back. You felt his hand glide up your body, up your neck and cupping your jaw, where he brought your face up to his and slotted his slips against yours.

What started at a sweet kiss quickly escalated to a heated make out session, albeit a lazy one. With teeth clashing, moans filling the quiet room and pressing your bodies to each other as close as possible you both began to feel heated.

Leaning away from him you smiled, looking at him with sleepy eyes. “See, the king size was a bad idea. With a Queen, it’s easier to do this,” you said with a sultry voice, running your palm down his bare chest. With a laugh, he quickly grabbed your wandering hand, pressing a wet kiss to your wrist and leaning into your ear to whisper, “I didn’t see you not liking it last night when I fucked you All over it.”

You shivered, any possible retort dying at your lips the moment his tongue darted out to lick the shape, his teeth catching your lobe. You wanted nothing more than to have sex with him again, but lately he had been working extremely long hours, leaving before you woke, and arriving long after you had gone to bed, your body betraying you and falling asleep as you waited for him. You tried to not nag him to rest, assuring him that with your recent promotion you could shoulder some more of the expenses.

Sukuna would not hear it though, anytime you tried to bring it up, he would angrily shut you down, making it known it was his responsibility to take care of you. Since you seldom saw him and didn’t want to spend what little time you saw him fighting, you stopped bringing it up. That had led to this weekend, the first one he had stayed at home in a couple of months. It had been a lazy Saturday, you refusing to let him do anything and cooking all his favorite meals for breakfast and lunch.

You had probably gone overboard though, as the decadent meals you had cooked put you both in a good coma, and after deciding to take a “quick nap,” had both waken up hours later, the time almost midnight.

“It’s too late for a movie, how about another round doll?” As tempting as the offer sounded, you quickly racked your brain on ways to divert his attention elsewhere. While you were drooling at the idea of Sukuna fucking you silly, you knew as soon as you two started, it would go for hours. You knew once he had his mind set to something, he wouldn’t stop until getting it now, and you could tell by his darkened, lust filled eyes that the movie was long forgotten.

You quickly came up with an idea. As you leaned up to kiss him, you brought your hands to his chest, pushing him down on the mattress and getting up to straddle him. Eyes widened in surprise at your actions, he automatically brought his hands to rest at your hips. With a smirk, he began caressing your thighs, grinding up slightly so his half-hardened cock would entice you to hurry up. “Well, I like where this is going.”

Giving him a shy smile, you leaned down to kiss him softly, tugging at his bottom lip as you began trailing your hands down his body. Your hands lightly rolled and tugged at his nipples, which caused him to stifle a groan. Smiling, you continued your ministrations, leaving wet kisses down his neck and chest.

When you reached the waistband of his boxers you looked up at him, smiling, and reached to tug his boxers down. As you were about to pull his cock out, his hand covered your entire face and he sat up. “What are you doing Y/n?”

Confused, you shook his hand off, sitting back on your heels, “baby, let me take care of you.” Sukuna huffed, leaning back on his hands, “don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing. You barely let me move since yesterday, and right now you’re not even going to let me fuck you?”

You didn’t know what to say. Your intentions were good, you wanted him to rest, to not have to worry about anything for the time he was not working, but the hurt look in his face made you feel as if you had done something wrong.

“I l-love giving you head, so this is as much for you as it is for me,” you murmured. It wasn’t completely a lie, so you didn’t feel as bad.

“I’d believe you if you’d actually look at me while saying that” Sukuna said. You couldn’t look at him right now, you knew if you did, tears would start rolling down your face and ruin the whole night. With a huff, Sukuna grabbed the neck of your shirt and pulled you towards him as he leaned back down on the mattress.

“Care to tell me what’s wrong brat?” With a sigh, you settled into his chest, figuring there was no way out now. “I’m worried that you’re working too much. I understand that it’s something you want to do, so at least let me take care of you while you’re here. I admit I might have gone overboard and just made you sit still for the whole weekend, but I will work on that. Just- let me do this.”

You felt Sukuna sigh a deep breath and after a moment of silence, he ran his hand up and down your back. “Can you make me those fluffy pancakes you made that one time tomorrow?” Confused, you picked up your head to get a good look at his face. You saw a faint blush on his face and an adorable pout forming in his lips, telltale signs when he was embarrassed but would swallow his pride for you. You giggled, leaning up to peck his lips and nod, promising to make him his request.

“I will let you take care of me as long as you promise that we can have sex whenever we want to. You don’t have to pretend because you think I’m too tired or anything like that.” You nodded, knowing he’d feel it.

You suddenly felt his hands run down your back and stop at the hem of your shirt. As you looked up at him, he smiled and continued pulling your shirt off, leaving you in nothing but your panties. As he tossed the shirt aside, he sat up, with you in his arms, chests pressed together.

“I am never too tired to have sex with you Y/N. Whether we fuck like demons or not, I just want to feel your pretty pussy around my cock.” You rolled your eyes, scoffing in embarrassment. Sukuna continued, “but if you’re worried, let me show you how else we can do it.” With a twinkle in his eye, he moved you from his lap, turning around to arrange some pillows in a pile before turning back to you. As you sat there with your tits out, Sukuna’s eyes darkened, reaching out to you, placing his hand in the back of your neck, and pulling you in to kiss you deeply.

Wordlessly, he pushed you down on the pillows, arranging them so they propped your waist up. As your hips where in the air for him, you turned back to see him removing his boxers, your mouth watering at the sight.

Turning back, you nuzzled into the sheets, nervous at this new position. Before you could begin to overthink, you felt Sukuna’s hands began to caress and pinch at your ass. You began to wriggle in your place, already feeling your panties getting wet. Sukuna then leaned in and began pressing soft kissed up your spine and at your neck, taking his time to leisurely bite and suck purple marks into your skin.

“Fuck baby, you look so beautiful like this,” Sukuna said breathlessly. Before you could say anything, you felt his body press against yours, his toned body pressing against your back and his hand coming up to intertwine with yours. With his other hand, he brought it to your panties, dipping a hand inside and began rubbing teasingly at your folds.

You instantly felt warmth beginning to pool at the pit of your stomach, that good feeling creeping up almost instantly. You tried to grind your hips against his, but with his body pinning yours under him, you were not able to move at all. “Fuck baby, p-please,” you whined, not even sure what you were asking for. Your mind began to feel cloudy and all you could think of was him.

“Shh. Just let me feel you baby,” moving your hair to the side, Sukuna began pressing sloppy kisses down your neck, as one of his fingers slid into you teasingly. You moaned, squirming under him, as you brought your free hand to clutch at his bicep.

He inserted another finger, and began to curl them inside, making you moan wantonly. “Mm baby, listening to you moan like a whore makes my cock so hard. I can’t wait to make love to you and feel your pussy squeeze my cock all night long.” Your eyes shot open at this. Sukuna was not someone who expressed his feelings openly, usually exclaiming he “wanted to fuck” and couldn’t wait to “fuck you.” While it made you feel like a booty call in the beginning of your relationship, you realized this was how he was, and he preferred to show his love for you in his actions. so, hearing him say you two were going to make love made you feel giddy.

“Whoa baby, you liked that. I can feel you squeezing my fingers,” Sukuna chuckled, moving around so he could kiss you. In between kisses, you managed to moan out, “baby please, I want you inside me. O-please Sukuna.”

With a last peck to your lips, Sukuna shuffled around, and you felt him pull your underwear down. Looking back, you saw him fist his cock, spreading the Pre cum beading at his tip around. With a smirk, he leaned over you and began running the tip across your wet folds, covering his cock in your slick.

You wiggled your hips impatiently, trying to get him to sheath himself in you already, which caused him to chuckle. He slapped your ass hard, causing you to yelp. “Have I not been taking care of my little slut that she’s so impatient for my cock?” You looked back at Sukuna and smiled sadly, “you always do, I just always want you.”

Sukuna stopped moving, looking at you with wide eyes. Smirking, you turned back around, happy you were still able to fluster your boyfriend. Fixing your hips one last time, you felt Sukuna begin to slowly push into you. As he bottomed out, he began to slowly put his weight on you. One of his hands came down under you and began rolling your nipple and kneading at your breast.

“Baby, please move,” you pleaded, as you felt his cock pulse inside of you. You felt him chuckle and lean down to kiss your neck. As you were about to plead with him again, you felt his hips begin to roll. You were both so close together that instantly, you felt him hit that sweet spot, making you see stars.

“Fuck, this pussy is so good. I’ll never get used to it. Do you feel good baby?” He continued rolling his hips into you, slowly, making sure you felt every single part of him. You nodded your head, feeling too good to be able to respond. “Did I fuck you dumb already doll?” You scoffed but nodded all the same.

With a chuckle, Sukuna continued pawing at your breast, rolling his hips slowly against yours, the room being filled by Sukuna’s deep grunts and your breathy moans of pleasure. The occasional lewd squelch sounded out in the symphony of your love making.

“Doll, I’m s-so close. Are you?” You nodded, the coil in your stomach tightening rapidly. Sukuna brought his hand up to your face, running his thumb along your lower lip, as you opened your mouth and began sucking, running your tongue around the pad, moaning in ecstasy. Letting go of your hand, he brought his hand to rub tight circles on your puffy clit.

You felt his thrust began to get erratic and sloppy, and as he reached his high, warm ropes of cum began painting your insides. With a last grunt, he stilled in you, wanting to keep the cum plugged deep in you. He then began to quicken his pace, continuing to roll his hips into you slowly, and with a final pinch to your clit, the coil snapped, and you came undone in your lovers’ arms.

His thumb still in your mouth muffled your whimpers, as he rolled his hips slowly into you, helping you ride out your orgasm. Once the two of you caught your breath, you turned, looking for him. Instantly, Sukuna leaned over and slotted his lips against yours, kissing each other hungrily. After breaking apart, he remained on top of you, taking a bit of his weight off you.

“That was amazing,” you said lazily, “did you wanna shower or wanted me to make you something to eat?” Sukuna hummed, and you felt his arms around you, and you were suddenly laying on top of him, his cock still inside you. “I can order something in, but I definitely wanna take a bath with you,” Sukuna hummed. As you nodded and made to get up, his arms tightened around you. “Can we stay like this for a while more?” You smiled, nodding, and grabbing his hand, pressing a kiss to the inside of his wrist, and holding it up to your heart.

As you two remained silently lying-in bed, you drew patterns on Sukuna’s arm, and he played with your hair. You felt Sukuna stir under you and before you could ask what was going on, he cleared his throat. “Y/N, I know I’m not the most affectionate guy, but you know that I love you right? You’ve never doubted my love for you”

You stilled. This night was full of surprises, but it warmed your heart that your big, tough boyfriend was getting sappy. You would need to convince him to make love more often.

Grabbing his arms and bringing them around you, you turned your head to press a kiss to his heart, “Obviously.”

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jujutsukgojo · 1 year

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Sukuna

Chapter three: The Writer

chapter one, chapter two

Summary: “I hate you, Tengen.”

“I know. No matter what, get ready for the new age.” He definitely will. As the people’s cries fade as they die, the writer wants to end you all. Sukuna, he knows Sukuna can do it. He'll be stronger later.

You'll finally be out of his mind. His brain won’t be burdened by you.

Tengen looks down to see the writer’s eyes. Sheer determination and hatred burn in them. “I will see you again, my old friend.”

TW: death, violence, mutilation, cannibalism, obsession, destruction, self hatred, angst, i think that's it? I edited this the best i could ok

“That is it.” The young man gapes at the elder. “That’s it?! What happens next! There has to be more!” He gets flushed at how he reacts. Apparently, he was more enthralled with the story than he thought.

Tengen chuckles and responds to him. “That is it of my teacher. Gojo had me push my limits. My cursed technique is immortality. Before I hadn’t needed a vessel every so often. But due to the deal of sharing my technique, that is the case now.”

“...Immortality? Are you saying...?”

“Yes. Gojo is the original. He never died. The deal is that he will perish once he kills Sukuna.”

The young man’s eyes bug out. “Why tell me all of this, Master Tengen? Don’t get me wrong, I am grateful! Just curious.”

Tengen stands. “It is because you are so curious. So intelligent and methodical. It is what we need in the future because the disgraced one is coming. Not today or tomorrow, but soon. I can feel the end of Sukuna’s current reign coming.”

He stands up to face master Tengen. “I will be thinking of this story for ages, won’t I.”

Master Tengen says nothing. “Did...did you just curse me?” He prays that that isn’t the case. “It feels nice to not be the only one to hold onto her.”

“Gojo does. So, why do this when you could have talked to him?”

“Because he is too far gone in his hatred. We talk from time to time, but my upperclassman has his own life. Plus, I know he will soon join her. Just not for long.”

He walks side by side with Tengen, curious for ‘not for long’ means.

“What do you think happened to her? Or what’s going to happen to them?”

“Thank you for listening and walking with me. It means more than you know.”

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After his talk with Tengen, the young man sighs. He thinks he might have a good grip on the mystery of Sukuna. Tengen said you were not a deity and Sukuna was wrong to make you that. Yet, Tengen also sees you like that. He noticed it while Tengen talked.

Who were you then? The big three, Gojo decided to be immortal in a way to avenge you. Obviously, you are viewed as a martyr. Tengen says Sukuna has never loved, respected, or appreciated anything; and there he was seemingly doing just that regarding you. Sukuna had even cursed himself because he could not live with the fact that he killed you.

Sukuna could not live without you.

Although Master Tengen was nice enough to tell him a story that was a part of a hidden history, he cannot help but think that the master cursed him.

How was he supposed to not think of you now? He is so intrigued and so confused. Hell, Tengen even admits he is confusing to talk to! Nevertheless, Tengen does it anyway.

How was he supposed to go about his life knowing that Gojo is the original. How is he supposed to look at Gojo the same way knowing that Gojo had technically cursed himself? To go through lifetimes in deception and seeing colleagues, family, and friends fade away all because of vengeance and hatred. That is a curse like no other.

How can Gojo do it? Who were you really? Are you a queen that was among peasants or a god? Were you just someone who faked it all? Could it be that you were just a flawed person?

Who was and is Sukuna?

Why did it end in tragedy? Was there ever hope to begin with?

He wished he never talked to Tengen. He wished he understood Sukuna’s view of you. Tengen had hopped back and forth in the story with how Sukuna saw you. Sukuna believed himself to be above you, and for you to be above him. Sukuna believed you to be by his side and had also believed you to be his and his only. Why did Sukuna feel betrayed that you were weaker than him and some of your students?

Why did Sukuna believe that killing and pillaging was okay too? That king of a curse probably never understood emotions. He also wonders if Tengen doesn’t understand either. Nothing makes real sense. Is Tengen pulling this all out of his ass?

It could be because Tengen is protecting you still! Why though?

He smacks his forehead repeatedly. He doesn’t understand anything yet understands it all.

“Forget it all. Please!” He hates unfinished puzzles!

He goes to his room and shuts the door quietly. Closing his eyes, all he can see is the picture of the story. No one knows how Sukuna came to be. It was always said that he was a special grade sorcerer that died and became a curse.

No one expects for him to not have actually died.

Tengen provided an excellent account of what he saw and heard. Not to mention the little thing about Gojo. How he, in 799, the year you left this world, struck a deal with Tengen. How Tengen will make him immortal under the condition of Sukuna’s death. And now, hundreds of years later, has not completed the task.

He stopped and thought. Perhaps he should jot this down. Pray that rest is given. Besides, it seems that Gojo longs for death anyway; maybe even Tengen.

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The writer sighs for what feels like the millionth time that day. No one can really know the full story of Sukuna, per Tengen’s request.

All of this stress is from a stupid story that was trusted unto him about a student who walked hand and hand with the woman who opened jujutsu for so many. That same student had perverted his life into becoming the horror of the world. One who was once graced with energy, had over time become the disgraced one.

Or perhaps, the student had always been disgraced.

The only way the writer can get the story out of his head is by writing it. That would surely ease the frustrations.

How he longs to tell the world that Sukuna Ryoumen, before he became a curse, was just a young man who suffered from his own strength. How the author just wishes that Sukuna never strayed and committed disgraceful acts. Yet greed, pride, ego, and power trumped it all.

The writer reaches for a couple of loose papers that had been stacked together in the bottom drawer. The writer now fully writes how the devil came to be. And how the higher ups are scared of people finding out the truth. His work most likely will be hidden and just shared with the jujutsu society if even that.

He scoffs at the thought of the “higher ups”. The ignorance these men have are incredibly toxic. The future generations will suffer. Looking outside for a moment, he thinks it is totally poetic how destructive this all is now.

He taps his finger on the desk. It is a matter of time before the deed is done and when Sukuna kills them all.

“Why not then?” The writer stops writing and tries to remember as much information as he can. When Tengen told him all of this, he was a young man who did not know any better. If he did, he would have never listened to Tengen in hopes of sparing himself of all of this. The constant questions, the visions of a beast of a man, and you.

To this day the writer wonders if Tengen cursed him.

The writer looks out the window and sees the land. How interesting his life has been. Learning and growing while also thinking of an unfinished tale. A story written in red binding and black ink, for it not to be discovered; at least he is writing it down.

As an adult that has thought of this story for years, he has come up with hundreds of theories. One of them being about curse users. Sukuna had changed with every wicked action he made. Could curse users do the same?

Anything is possible as long as you have an open mind. With a little science and determination, of course.

After hours of writing, he shakes the soreness from his hand. Just as he places away his book in a safe place, a rumble shakes the room. The candles go out and things start to fall from their place. The first thought in his head was an earthquake, but then he felt it. A terrifying presence that made a chill go up his spine. He looks out the window again.

There he is. The king himself. “What is he doing here?” The writer whispers.

Gojo appears in front of him. He is shouting something, but he cannot tell what it is. Zenin comes up from the ground by his shadow and hauls Kamo with him. This is insane! This ground is what you created for jujutsu sorcerers. Tengen’s shield should have completely hidden this area and the energy from it.

“Did you remember where it was, Sukuna?” Even though he is a curse now, the chance he remembers where this was is possible. That means he remembers you. He has to! You built this all and he was there for it; he helped build it, after all. So why attack now and not sooner?

Suddenly, the rumbling stops. The ground stops shaking and cracking. He can finally hear what is being said, although not clearly. “Do you wish to know how she cried?”

He gasps at Sukuna’s teasing. You were his friend and yet he uses this against Gojo. “Shut up!” Gojo screams.

Gojo launches another attack after his shout. The writer does not blame the man for not wanting to hear it; especially when he witnessed the murder. “Hundreds of years...hundreds! And you still have not let her go.” Sukuna wipes blood from his mouth with his long, pointed tongue.

Kamo attacks the curse from behind. “Sorry, Sukuna. But you must die.” Kamo's blood pierces through Sukuna’s skin. He has hope that that attack has done some damage. Alas, Sukuna is the king for a reason.

The curse shakes it off and quickly comes up behind Kamo. “If you want to attack from behind, watch and learn.” Right before Sukuna can kill Kamo with a mighty blow, Zenin appears from underneath him. Zenin had been circling around Sukuna, letting his shadow blend in.

Sukuna backhands Zenin, throwing him back. Gojo punches Sukuna’s face with a glowing hand. He has heard about his power, yet, he has only seen it a few times. None of it was like this.

It glows red and touches the curse. Sukuna, before it can really harm him, grabs onto Gojo’s wrist. “Put more curse in it when you strike me!”

Zenin comes from below and pulls Sukuna down to the ground by his ankles. Sukuna crushes the white haired man’s wrist. Although Gojo is in pain, he is relentless. Fueled by hatred, he will never stop.

Gojo’s eyes glow purple. Kamo’s face is lined with red and the darkness around Zenin covers his body. This is it. The fight has been going on longer than he realized. He was so caught up in the story, he was completely oblivious to the danger that lurked outside. Buildings have already collapsed by Sukuna’s hand. The blood spilled has already coated the ground and on Sukuna’s face and body. He must have had a hearty meal.

The thought hurts his heart. He didn’t save anyone from this since he was too distracted.

Just as Sukuna is about to bring his domain to reality, the three attack. It is either now or never. The curse’s domain begins to slice through everything. Before it can finish its creation, Zenin gets close as his shadow covers his body and his shikagami go after Sukuna.

All it takes is one swipe from Sukuna’s mighty hand. Zenin immediately has cuts all over him. His eyes roll back, his leg twitches, then it is over. Kamo looks furious as he watches the comrade fall.

Kamo’s face is lined with red and gobs of blood come out to attack Sukuna. Kamo lands several hits. Just not enough to fully take him down. Sukuna grabs his collar and says, “I knew the real Zenin and Kamo, y’know. You are a cheap version.”

A vicious bite from Sukuna leaves a gory scene. The writer, still watching, feels sorry for Kamo’s and Zenin’s family that must claim their dead.

The domain stops and disappears.

“Now you,” Sukuna points at Gojo and spits on the ground. “You’re what I have been waiting for.”

“Hello again, my fallen friend.”

“We weren’t friends.” Sukuna corrects. Gojo shakes his head. “Then why did you not correct me when I kept saying it hundreds of years ago?”

Because of her. She must have been watching their interactions. Her friends and students meant everything to her.

“She cried, Gojo. Your friend, your one and only,”

“She was. Sukuna, jealousy is unbecoming.” Sukuna scoffs. “What is the color green to me? I much prefer red.”

Gojo asks a question that plagued him for years. He hunted Sukuna but was never able to catch him. “Why do it? Why kill her?”

The writer leans in for the answer.

“Why not? She was nothing but something to build my throne on.” That is all Sukuna needed to say for Gojo to lose his mind.

Blue tears through the air with light being sucked into it. It’s heavy, pressing against everything. The writer himself feels the touch.

Isn’t that limitless?

Perhaps you were too generous. These titans of men are too much. Sukuna breaks it with a slice in the air, just like Tengen’s story. Everyone feels like blue heading towards them. He silently thanks God that it was broken in shards, or everyone would have surely died.

Struggling to stand, he sees them again. Fists upon fists, kick upon kick. Gojo has taken off his blindfold now, something that you had apparently given him to help him with his eyes.

The writer wonders if you had felt guilty for his power.

Sukuna chuckles as he forms his moves. What is this? A huge red ring twirls as it touches the sky. It cuts in the ground and clouds. The thunder and lightning collide with your efforts for a home. The red ring is like a giant, burning knife. It launches with a smile from Sukuna.

As it runs toward Gojo, everything around it, without even touching it, dices. The clouds, the rain, the lightning fall victim to it. Gojo frowns and moves what looks like blue and red. Everything around it morphs. It pushes against everything; it changes the law of nature with an electric force. The writer feels like he’s being sucked into it while also being pushed back.

It's just as big as Sukuna’s ring. Just in time, it crashes with Sukuna’s move. However, it is breaking. Hope is not lost as when it divides in half, it covers the ring by its side; encasing it with the effect of a circular motion until it is just a little ball. The ball then separates and destroys things in rays of flames. The writer grabs the book and runs like hell. People scream when they get caught in it. The writer will not look back.

Using his own charms, he closes his eyes covers himself with smoke to end up at a safe distance. Instead of grabbing going back for others, he watches some more.

Hit after hit, move after move, these two beasts refuse to stop. Smoke appears again and the writer is back at the scene to hide behind debris. He has to see this! The damage done by them is caused by you.

“I’m ending this, you bastard. Domain Expansion: Malevolent Shrine.” Sukuna forms his hands in a weird way. The writer can only imagine if it was you that taught him that. Maybe he is giving you too much credit.

Gojo sneers. "Wash your mouth out with fucking soap." Gojo sends his own domain out. Two domains against each other? Suddenly, the writer is regretting coming back here.

Sukuna’s domain tells of a single jingle when it becomes a reality. There is no boundary to it, just a plain dimension that is laid for all to see. The writer is dodging the layer that is coming for him. Like rays, it shaves the land and all that is on it. People dodge it, they move from it only to be caught within its wrath. Lost limbs, lost lives, only make the writer run faster.

Jumping over destroyed trees and houses, he doesn’t make it from the expansion. Once he sees the layer of it, he jumps on it, barely surviving.

He's lost the bottom skin of his foot. The writer shrieks and falls on the ground of the domain that has yet to be completed.

Everything shifts to have everyone fall upwards. The writer, clutching his book, screams like everyone else as the go up. Gojo stands still and strong as his own domain expands. It is limitless in its raw form. Everything is grabbed in the making of it. Sukuna’s domain finally flips upside down in limitless, scraping it.

There is no more jingling. No, Sukuna’s domain cannot be completed in limitless. Not when it stops it from moving. The writer cannot move, feel, see, hear, speak. Nothing. At least this is what he thinks. What is happening is that it is all happening too much.

Sukuna’s domain is just as hungry as he is. Limitless starts to be eaten by the king’s domain. It twirls as it feeds and jingles again, finally. Gojo smirks. How can he at a time like this?

Gojo's limitless, when Sukuna has thought he won, crashes down on the opponent’s domain. Forming a fine line, the two mesh together. Those who were in it fall out or are hanging from it, begging to be put down, to fall at any means. It whirls around and around, flipping like a coin with bodies hanging off of it. The writer sees lightning, buildings, and everything goes with it. No one has ever seen this before.

The cries are all for naught as the sound is like glass, but sight and feeling are an explosion. The writer, with a lucky streak, escapes once more with the book. He goes farther and farther, not daring to even be in the same city or even in the part of Japan.

He's becoming tired with the use of charms.

When the air is not heavy and the sky is rippling, the writer goes back to see the scene again. He has to know who won. Which one of your students reigns supreme. He has to know if you’d be proud. If Tengen is at least seeing this or survived.

Not even the ground is saved. An earthquake starts, fire runs rampant and the clouds before his very eyes fall down. Like they gave up and just rested.

The cursed energy dissipates. Everything in them was released. And you would have cried at the sight. Sukuna had been exorcised with a manic laugh from the king.

Gojo won.

The writer looks around and notices every live person is gone. Dead bodies litter the ground, and several people are missing, disappearing from the sheer power of the fight.

The writer, before he can take note of anything else, sees a little baby. Or what is left of it. Next to the corpse is a mother with a horrified expression; one that will stay with him forever.

What has he done?!

He left so many times. He could have taken them. Or at least tried.

He starts to get sick. The children’s cries dying down, the screams of pain and yells of names for the last time is too much.

As he gets closer, he sees Gojo begin to fade away, just as he imagined how you did. Tengen was the only one to witness your body leaving.

The writer looks at the ground and sees the impossible. Sukuna’s fingers. Is that how he lost? He stored his cursed energy in his fingers? There’s no way...it was an escape plan.

If this is true and the fingers cannot be exorcised, this means he will inevitably come back. Gojo will come back also since he didn’t technically die.

Gojo shakes his head in disbelief. “Until next time my reluctant friend.”

“Goodbye, too.” Gojo looks to see Tengen who wears a sad expression. “See you later, right Tengen?”

Tengen nods as he sees his last friend, the last one who knew you, fade into lightning bugs.

The writer, with tears streaming down his face, looks up at Tengen as he throws himself down at Tengen’s feet.

“Do you know what I've done! Punish me, please!”

Sighing, Tengen says, “Do you think I would not have known? Why do you think I told you? It was a necessary action.”

The writer looks up at him. He's so angry, so hateful at his friend Tengen. He hates you. He wishes Sukuna would have obliterated you now that the writer understands what really happened to Gojo. The writer knows you’ll be back.

“I hate you, Tengen.”

You'll finally be out of his mind. His brain won’t be burdened by you.

Tengen looks down to see the writer’s eyes. Sheer determination and hatred burn in them. “I will see you again, my old friend.”

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2018

You go up to the librarian. “What exactly is this book anyway?”

The librarian looks up at you and sees the cover of the book you hold up. It is a deep red with no title and black lines in a curious design. “It was recently found not too long ago and copies were made. No one knows who wrote it, though.”

“How odd." The librarian hums in agreement. It is suspicious but you’ll read it anyway.

After the librarian takes your card, you read some of it to see what it was exactly. “It is interesting, I’ll give it that.”

Catching the train, you open the book up again. The author has a wild imagination. Curses, death, magic? But way better than all of the fantasy books you read. It seems like a biography. The way everything is worded is not like a fantasy being written down.

“Who are you, anyway?” The cover does not show a name or a title, at all. That would only mean that the chances of finding a sequel are extremely slim.

Whatever the case, the story is unusual and feels weird. Almost as if it is true.

A tall man with hair sticking straight up sits down with a teenager. The teenager's hair is pink and messy. He has to be a little younger than you. The man with a blindfold looks young, but you get the feeling he is not.

Reading your book, you don’t see the two stare at you intensely. Just as you get to the part of the book when Sukuna starts to terrorize another village, you notice that something is off. Strangely, the train is empty besides the two guys. You look up at them. How did you miss their stares? How did you miss the crowd of people that just went passed you?

And your damn stop. You couldn’t have been reading for that long.

Setting your lips into a small, closed smile, you give a little wave.

A voice pipes up. “Oh, it’s you.”

It causes you to freeze at the sound. It sounds scary and somehow familiar. The tone is unplaceable and deep. You want to run away from the chill that trails up on your arms.

“Shut up Sukuna!” The boy harshly whispers.

You make eye contact with the two guys. The teen is shyly looking down and rubs the back of his neck. The man however, has his lips in a straight line. He gets up and walks towards you. “Stop!”

Instead of listening, he sits next to you. His presence isn’t much threatening as it is the overall situation.

Wait, is the situation threatening? All that is wrong is that you’re with two guys and a third voice.

“What is your name?” And you tell the man. He lowers his blindfold and says, “Can you come with us?”

“No!” Now why the fuck would he ask that. That is the dumbest shit you have ever heard.

You make eye contact with him for the first time. His eyes are the bluest you have ever seen. Why do you feel like you’ve seen them before? His presence isn’t scary at all.

“What’s going on.” You don’t even make it a question.

“Can you have an open mind?” His voice hasn’t given anything away.

“Pfft! Of course! That is the only way to believe in something.” The man smiles widely. “Would you believe me if I said that it is true?”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s nice to see you, my dear.” You look at the boy again and see a mouth and an eye appear on his cheek. Both the man with white hair and the voice that gives you chills suddenly make sense.

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dhoranbolt · 4 months

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I need reader who's shy/easily embarrassed, and Sukuna who just pops up whenever to say the most unhinged out of pocket shit on the side of Yuji's face just to see her go bright red.

read fic here

Sukuna who takes the opportunity to lick her face when Yuji tries to reach out and move some hair from her face. The gasp she let's out is choked, and Sukuna grins as Yuji is quick to pull away with a sound of disgust.

"That's not all I can do with my tongue. I'll show you one of these days, when the brat let's me out to play." It's a threat and a promise. Sukuna can't wait to take the drivers seat and devour her.

Sukuna who taunts the both of them for his own amusement, keeping her walking on eggshells whenever she's around Yuji

Who pops an eye open to watch as she bends over to pick something up, taking a moment to admire her ass before he opens his mouth. And when he finally does, "I cant see the swell of your cunt, bend some more for me." Yuji's quick to slap a hand over his cheek and ignore the sting, only for Sukuna to make his way to the back of his hand and cackle

Sukuna who isn't paying attention to what the brats are doing until he hears her moaning. Cracking an eye opened to see she's putting food in her mouth, eyes closed and a faint smile pulling at her lips.

"Do you always moan like that when you put things in your mouth? Or are you just showing off for me." She nearly chokes on the food, eyes going wide and cheeks burning red as she looks at him.

Sukuna who refuses to acknowledge the fact he enjoys her reactions for anything more than his own entertainment.

But who does start to notice the subtle change in Yuji's behavior towards her

Who makes it his new goal in life -to keep himself entertained of course, no other reason- to make the both of them so uncomfortable in each other's presence.

Because if he can't physically toy with his new (not favorite) human, he'll gladly do it from the passengers seat of his vessel and make everyone involved miserable.

@saiki-enthusiast here's the tag!! I hope you enjoy 😊 I have a fic that's like a follow up to this that I'm still working on, it's a little dark/ noncon though, if anyone was interested!

#jjk #sukuna jjk #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #sukuna #sukuna ryomen #sukuna hcs #I did the thing ayee #sukuna smut #jjk x reader #jjk smut #yuji headcanons #jjk x you #sukuna ryoumen smut

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zarameraki · 30 days

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♡₊˚🥀₊✧ 𝘀𝘂𝗸𝘂𝗻𝗮 𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝗯𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗰𝘂𝗯𝗶𝗻𝗲 ♡₊˚🥀₊✧

: ̗̀➛ tropes: fem! reader 𖥔 minors do not interact 𖥔 king x concubine 𖥔 lots of plot with porn 𖥔 mentions of abuse 𖥔 mentions of sexual assault 𖥔 normal form sukuna (sorry yall but next time ill do his big boy one) 𖥔 he only has eyes for you 𖥔 you're his darling 𖥔 he would kill for you 𖥔 breeding (!!!!) 𖥔 alternate universe 𖥔 nsfw 𖥔 smut

: ̗̀➛ words: 8.8k

: ̗̀➛ notes: this took a whole WEEK to edit. im so obsessed with this story. it's my favourite thing ive written because i love period movies and dramas and really got to challenge my writing skills to give it more a fantasy-esque element. if you have any requests, don’t hesitate to send them. pls follow, reblog, like, comment—whatever you want! okay love you and enjoy.

The diligent hands of Lord Sukuna Ryomen’s palace attendants scrubbed away the grime that clung to every inch of your weary form. There were no traces of tears in your eyes, despite the discomfort of the cleansing process.

Perhaps it was the residue of gratitude for an escape from a foster family who saw fit to barter you away for a pittance to fuel their vices.

The water surrounding you had transformed into a murky haze, carrying away the evidence of your former life's hardships.

Yet, amidst this cleansing ritual, you couldn’t shake the puzzling thought of why the guards had singled you out from the other young women within the household. Uraume, the overseer of palace affairs, had arrived alongside them, their presence looming over the proceedings with an air of mystery.

That morning, you were subjected to abuse in front of everyone at the central market, longing for someone to stand up for you. And someone did. They offered you an escape from that hellhole and into a world of luxury.

You weren’t going to complain now that you had accepted this new fate of yours.

“Ya’ got too many scars, girl,” remarked one of the elderly attendants, gently assisting you out of the steaming bath, her hands wrapping a towel around your shivering form. “Our powders will struggle to conceal ’em all. How did ya’ come by such marks?”

“From my foster family,” you murmured, gaze fixed upon your toes as if they held the weight of your past. The plush carpet beneath your feet offered a small comfort, a luxury unfamiliar to your upbringing.

Memories of their harsh discipline flooded back—the blistering gravel underfoot as punishment for daring to voice dissent. It was a brutal introduction to a world where obedience was paramount.

“A wretched lot,” the attendant muttered sympathetically.

Enveloped in a silk robe, she led you into a chamber shared by a cohort of women, a realm far removed from the confines of your previous abode. Here, space was ample—the expanse excessive, with beds lining the walls and a high ceiling adorned with a single chandelier.

As you entered, a symphony of pretty faces and inquisitive gazes greeted you. Women of all colours and shapes reclined luxuriously in plain robes, their hair intricately braided or cascading freely down their backs. Conversations paused, curiosity piqued by your arrival, as all eyes turned to welcome you into their midst.

Beneath the weight of their scrutinising stares, you found yourself shrinking. These women, draped in silk and adorned with jewels, were the king's favoured concubines, a fact repeatedly emphasised during your journey to the palace and even in the fragrant confines of the bathhouse.

Every instinct urged you to rebel, to refuse to be just another ornament in the king’s harem, but you understood the value placed on purity by the monarch.

Unfortunately, your innocence had been cruelly stolen from you by your foster father, leaving you tarnished in body and spirit. Lord Sukuna would have no use for a damaged flower in his garden of perfection.

In truth, you couldn’t even imagine an image of his face in your mind. His Lordship remained a mystery to those beyond the palace walls.

“Here ya’ are.” The attendant guided you to your bed. “That vanity there’s yours to use.” She gestured toward the communal area by the window, where two other young women were preparing themselves. “Once your hair dries, one of my girls will assist ya’ in preparin’ for your audience with His Lordship.” Her touch was gentle as she caressed your cheek. “Rest assured, dear, ya’ safe now.”

You attempted a smile, though the effort seemed Herculean amidst your weariness.

As the attendant departed, her scolding to the rowdy girls fading into the background, you nestled into the comforting embrace of your soft bedding, ignoring the hushed criticisms trailing in your wake.

She’s feeble.

Her hair lacks refinement.

The king would never entertain a lowly pauper.

She’ll be gone by tomorrow.

Their words, like venomous serpents, slithered through the air.

Amidst their degradation, you succumbed to exhaustion.

But your slumber was interrupted by the bustling commotion of handmaidens assembling around you.

Disoriented and scarcely given a moment to collect your thoughts, you found yourself swiftly escorted to the vanity, where the clamour of girls jostling for space filled the air.

They manipulated your locks, weaving intricate patterns into your hair, fashioning a crown braid atop your head while allowing the remaining tresses to cascade freely down your back.

Meanwhile, other attendants removed your robe, their hands moving with practised efficiency as they anointed your skin with fragrant oils, infusing it with the delicate essence of lavender.

Between the flurry of activity, the whispers of your fellow concubines hung in the air like a veil of awe and trepidation. Their eyes were drawn to the scars marring your skin, as they speculated about how the king would perceive your imperfections as repulsive.

Good.

You craved precisely that outcome.

If the king recoiled at your sight, it meant he wouldn’t desire you to bear his heir. If the tales circulating in the town about his monstrous nature held any truth, then he’d likely offer you death as a reprieve—and you’d welcome it with open arms.

Before facing the king, you stole a glance at your reflection, the final moments of solitude before your fate was decided. The powder concealed the imperfections of your skin, rendering it smooth and flawless. Your cheeks and lips bore a muted hue reminiscent of crushed cherries. Delicate white blossoms adorned your hair, woven into your braids by nimble fingers.

As you stood, the other women adorned you in a robe of silky fabric, its floral pattern draping over your form, cinched at the waist to accentuate your curves. Barefoot, you followed them out, the chill of the floor beneath your feet a stark contrast to the warmth of anticipation and trepidation swirling within you.

“Good luck, pauper,” taunted one of the concubines, her voice dripping with disdain, echoed by a cacophony of mocking laughter.

Palms clammy with nerves, you shifted your gaze to the opulence of the palace corridors. Adorned with countless chandeliers and swathes of velvet drapery, they offered a stark contrast to the blooming back garden. Memories of tending to the earth and nurturing life back at your foster family’s home flooded your mind.

“Quickly now,” one of the maids urged, her voice tinged with urgency. “His Lordship detests tardiness.”

“I apologise.” You hastened your steps to keep pace with the group of attendants.

She halted before a grand set of double doors, guarded by imposing sentinels clad in formidable armour. With a flick of her wrist, the guards swung the doors open. She gently nudged you forward, and only as you crossed the threshold did the doors seal shut behind you.

You blinked, adjusting to the dimness within, scanning the chamber until your gaze alighted upon a pair of crimson glimmers opposite you. “My Lord?” You inclined your head and took hesitant steps toward the source of those fiery eyes.

“Come closer,” his command echoed through the chamber, sending a shiver down your spine. The low resonance of His Highness Sukuna Ryomen’s voice was unexpectedly rich and velvety. You had envisioned a voice tinged with age, but instead, it possessed a rough texture that awoken something within you.

With hesitant steps, you approached until you stood at the edge of his bed, your fingertips grazing the diaphanous curtains that enveloped him in a cocoon of privacy.

“Closer,” he urged, coaxing you to unveil the enigma lying beyond the veil.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you obeyed, parting the curtains and gracefully crawled onto the mattress. The silkiness of the sheets were a blatant contrast to the roughness of your foster house’s. A pang of guilt tugged at your conscience as you realized the irony of finding solace in this luxurious confinement of being his concubine.

“Enough.” His abrupt order halted your thoughts, drawing your attention back to the present moment.

As commanded, you obediently settled into your posture, folding your legs beneath you in the dimness. Within his shadowed realm, only the luminous crimson irises pierced through the gloom, studying you with an intensity that made your belly churn. Despite the curiosity burning within you, you restrained the impulse to voice your questions. Instead, you settled in the tranquillity that crowded the space between you.

“What is your name?” His inquiry cut through the hushed air.

“Y/N, my Lord.”

As your name slipped from your lips, he captured it delicately, repeating it like a sacred prayer. Each syllable danced on his tongue, imprinting itself upon the very essence of his being. In that moment, you observed a subtle shift—the shadows that had cloaked the chamber seemed to dissipate.

A soft, golden luminescence filtered through the parted curtains, cascading across half of Sukuna’s face.

You blinked in astonishment.

He appeared . . . young?

The age difference between you and him was not a chasm of decades, but rather a modest gap of no less than five years.

Physically, at least.

His appearance was striking, with locks of hair dyed a subdued pink hue, contrasting with a streak of darker shade beneath. His hair was styled into rugged spikes, lending an air of defiance. Intricate black markings adorned his features, tracing a path from his cheekbones down to his chin, while similar patterns wove across his strong shoulder, cascading over his defined pectoral muscles and sculpted abdomen.

As your eyes fell upon him, your heart quickened its pace, each beat a vicious drumming against your ribs. Gone was the expectation of a lord showing the signs of wisdom, with wrinkles upon his brow and a body marked by the passage of time. Instead, before you stood a vision of breathtaking beauty, defying your preconceived notions and leaving you breathless in awe.

With a graceful gesture, he swept aside the curtains, allowing them to unveil his entirety.

The same markings mirrored the other side of his face and cascaded down the length of his body, a mesmerising display of symmetry. Dark bands encircled his wrists, and his nails bore the same deep hue.

Poised against the headboard, he reclined with an air of effortless elegance, one knee raised as his elbow found a comfortable perch, while the other leg extended out. Though he was unclothed, a veil of silk sheets cloaked the lower half of his form.

“Remarkable,” you unknowingly whispered. Your hand clapped over your mouth. “I apologise, my Lord.”

Sukuna’s lips curved into a sinister grin, his flawless teeth gleaming in the golden light. While many would flee at the sight, you remained rooted in place, unable to tear your gaze away. A delicate flush spread across your cheeks, betraying the undeniable attraction simmering between your legs. He was absolutely divine, and the path of being his concubine suddenly didn’t seem so terrible.

Yet, the reality of sharing Sukuna with ten other women loomed over your thoughts like a shadow. The thought of him spreading his affections among so many others kindled a small flame of jealousy within you, mingled with confusion. Why hadn’t he impregnated at least one of them with the promise of an heir?

“Have you not been schooled in the art of lowering your gaze in the presence of nobility, Y/N?”

Your lashes fluttered as you registered your lapse in decorum, hastily averting your gaze. “Forgive me, my Lord, if my oversight has caused offence.” Surely, he wouldn’t punish you for a momentary lapse of admiration.

Would he?

A gentle touch beneath your chin guided your face upward. His fingers spread across your cheek, the warmth nearly forcing you to curve into his touch. Despite the temptation, your eyes remained obediently downward.

“Look at me.”

Your gaze lingered on him, tracing the delicate patterns etched over his cheek, the fiery hue of his irises, the elegant contour of his nose, and the soft curvature of his lips. Never before had you felt such a rousing desire towards any man. Yet fate had chosen to ensnare your heart with the one most forbidden to you.

“You bear a sadness that weighs heavily in your eyes,” he noted softly, his hand descending to the curve of your neck, his thumb caressing the frantic rhythm of your pulse. A low, melodic sound produced from his throat. “Tell me, my love, does the face before you stir fear within your heart?”

“It does not, my Lord. The fear of your appearance holds no dominion over me,” you declared with quiet resolve. “You’re quite . . . beautiful.”

Sukuna’s gaze sparked with a mixture of surprise and intrigue at your response.

Suppressing a nervous gulp, you silently reprimanded yourself for speaking so boldly to one of noble rank. Back in the confines of your former life, such defiance would have earned you swift punishment, yet here, in the presence of royalty, it could lead to your demise.

As you prepared to avert your gaze, ready to accept whatever consequences may come, Sukuna’s voice cut through the tense air before you could retreat.

“Don’t.”

In that moment, you found yourself questioning your instincts.

Why did you not cower in fear? Why did your body not tremble in the presence of a man who had slaughtered the lives of his enemies without hesitation? And most perplexing of all, how could you maintain unwavering eye contact with a figure of such formidable power?

“Remove your robe.” His grip remained firm around your throat, his thumb delicately tracing your pulse. “And do not stray your gaze elsewhere.”

“Yes, my Lord.” Your fingers loosened the fabric’s bindings, allowing it to cascade down your frame. The robe slipped from your shoulders, revealing the soft curvature of your form beneath. As it pooled around your lap, your breasts stood exposed to his scrutiny.

A shiver danced across your skin as his eyes traced the contours of your body, a faint smirk teasing his lips.

He brushed back strands of your hair, his touch trailing down your vertebrate. His eyes narrowed into thin slits, brows knitted together in contemplation, fingers repeatedly tracing the ridges of your scars.

“Turn around.”

The dreaded discovery that sent ripples of revulsion through the concubines had finally come to pass. Your scars lay exposed before the gaze of a powerful lord. Not only would he slit your throat, but also those of the maids who had tended to your needs, and perhaps even Uruame, who had brokered your purchase from the bastards responsible for your imperfections.

“Never before have I been compelled to repeat myself for a concubine.” His voice carried a lethal edge as he increased his grip around your throat. “Turn the fuck around.”

Your compliance came in slow, measured movements as you turned away, presenting your back to him in a gesture of submission. His hands gathered the strands of your hair, lifting them aside to reveal the raw truth etched into your skin. His fingers traced the jagged remnants of whip lashes, the seared imprints of cigars, and the cruel reminders of knife wounds inflicted by a foster father turned tormentor.

Silent tears traced a path down your cheeks, as you sat in a state of numbness, your gaze fixed upon the closed door of Sukuna’s chamber.

A tender sensation, soft and moist, grazed your back, prompting a reflexive twitch in your left shoulder.

Turning slightly, you beheld Sukuna pressing his lips against the scar that marred your shoulder blades.

“My Lord—”

“I did not ask you to speak,” he murmured over your skin, sending a tremor through your frame. “Rise onto your knees.”

Obeying his command, you ascended onto your knees, feeling the weight of his hands settle upon your waist. His lips trailed a path of reverence, bestowing kisses upon each mark that scarred your skin, from your marrow to your nape.

Your breath caught in a delicate dance of exhales, a whispered symphony escaping your parted lips. The wet caress of his tongue sent ripples of sensation coursing through your being.

His arm circled your waist, drawing you into the sanctuary of his embrace. A fleeting kiss graced the nape of your neck, followed by the suction of his lips upon the tender side of your neck. His soft hands possessively held the curve of your breasts, cradling their weight.

Your head reclined against his strong shoulder.

With his gaze fixed upon you, his lips glistened with a hint of moisture, while his crimson eyes locked onto your own human-like ones. You dared not divert your gaze as he previously ordered. His fingers pinched and pulled at your nipples, sending lightning strikes through your frame.

Unlike the non-consensual encounter of the past, there was no hint of agony; only a tantalising blend of pleasure that left you breathless, without a protest or helpless whimper. Instead, a sigh of pure rapture escaped your lips, encompassing your body in an embrace.

Sukuna’s gaze narrowed, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as if he had stumbled upon a long-sought treasure.

His fingertips skated down your torso, gliding toward your centre. You captured your bottom lip between your teeth. Holding his gaze became a daunting challenge as he skillfully teased your sensitive nub, causing your breath to quicken and your chest to rise and fall with each exhilarating sensation.

Sukuna slid his middle finger into you. “You’re incredibly tight, Sad Eyes,” he murmured, the endearment he had bestowed upon you almost provoking a smile. His lips grazed your ear as he continued. “Perhaps I should stretch you out”—he pushed in his ring finger, forcing a sharp gasp to tear from your throat and an involuntary arch of your body against his chest—“so that your cunt is able to welcome my cock.”

You stifled the knot rising in your throat as Sukuna plunged his fingers into you. Such profound bliss seemed inconceivable with mere digits alone.

“My Lord.” Your breath caught as he increased his tempo. “My—” Each thrust intensified the knot in your stomach, threatening to unravel you entirely. You teetered on the brink, dangerously close to staining his fingers with your release. A sharp gasp choked out of you as he struck a wondrous chord deep within. “Please, my Lord. I beg of you—I will soil your hand if you persist—” But your plea dissolved into a cry of ecstasy before you could utter another word.

Sukuna’s laughter danced teasingly in the hollow of your ear, leaving you utterly spellbound.

You were overheated, overstimulated, overridden by the explosive undoing of his fingers. Breathless and consumed by lust, your world spun as he seized your jaw and crushed his lips to yours.

In that electrifying moment, his tongue invaded your mouth, initially startling you, yet you surrendered to the rhythm.

Sukuna leaned back slightly after planting a tender peck on your lips. Exhaling softly, he threaded his fingers through your hair, his touch sending shivers down your spine. As his lips met yours once more, gentler this time, your hand ventured to trace the contours of his adorned chest.

“You are quite the vixen.” A playful glint danced in his eyes. “How valiant of you to seduce a lord into bestowing kisses upon his concubine.” A broad smile graced his lips, leaving you uncertain whether his words were playful jest or genuine admiration.

“Do you not bestow your kisses upon all your concubines, my Lord?”

“I do not pleasure their cunts, either.”

His speech carried the brashness of a tempest, a departure from the expected decorum one associated with royalty. Sukuna Ryomen defied conventions. It was a trait uncommon among lords, yet one that intrigued you deeply. His demeanour, both in battle and in the intimate confines of the bedchamber, lacked the softening. But you found yourself drawn to his unfiltered honesty, appreciating the absence of cryptic speech.

As you sat before him, considering your next words carefully, a surge of courage emboldened you to reveal your truth.

“My Lord,” you began, your voice quivering with uncertainty, “I . . . I am not pure.”

“Given the sounds you were drawing out,” he quipped with a chuckle, “I wouldn’t have surmised otherwise.” He assisted you in rising from where you rested against his chest, positioning you before him. Observing your solemn expression, he arched an eyebrow in curiosity. “Was your satisfaction not fulfilled?”

“Indeed, my Lord, it surpassed any expectation,” you confessed, worrying your lip as he sighed impatiently. “But I must disclose . . . I am not chaste.”

Sukuna’s response was subdued, save for the faint twitch in his jaw. He averted his gaze from yours momentarily, reaching for the decanter on his bedside table and pouring himself a measure of spirits.

“Speak,” he instructed, his tone clipped.

“It occurred before I reached maturity,” you murmured softly, your arms wrapped protectively around yourself. “My foster father—” Your words faltered as Sukuna raised a hand, a silent acknowledgment of his comprehension of your unspoken anguish.

“I need not hear more.” He swiftly consumed the crimson liquid in a single gulp. “You are dismissed for the night.”

“But my Lord’s desires remain unmet—”

“Leave,” he commanded, his tone final and unwavering.

With a gulp, you hastily gathered your robe around your form, delicately extricating yourself from his expansive bed.

Just as you thought to retreat, a firm hand seized your wrist, drawing you back into Sukuna’s embrace. His lips melded with yours in an intoxicating kiss, causing both your gazes to flutter open when he pulled away. A faint smirk played upon his lips as he adjusted the robe over your shoulder.

“Next time,” he murmured, plucking a flower from the adornments in your hair and placing it upon his bedside, “you shall grace my chambers without such distracting embellishments upon yourself.”

“As you wish, my Lord,” you replied with a respectful bow of your head, awaiting his dismissal until he gestured for you to depart with a casual wave of his hand.

In the shared chambers, your fellow concubines swirled around your bed, eager to hear of your inaugural encounter with Lord Sukuna.

Each girl shared their own vivid tales, painting scenes of ecstasy under the cloak of darkness, where the king’s touch invoked sensations akin to celestial bodies colliding, or where unfamiliar pleasures erased the boundaries of their throat—whatever that latter entailed.

Though a twinge of jealousy flickered within you, it was swiftly overshadowed by a swell of pride. The concubines pleasured Sukuna in darkness, the same darkness you had willingly entered, before his touch had set ablaze a world of gold for you.

They were merely beautiful means of physical gratification for their lord, devoid of the intimacy you shared—his fingers delving deep into your core. And never had any of them spoken of kisses exchanged. Sukuna had spoken true when you questioned if others received similar treatment.

But why you?

Why, after a mere span of ten hours within the palace walls, did you find yourself, dare you entertain the notion, as his favoured? What magic did you possess that drew him to you, and how had you managed to seduce his lips, his fingers, to meet yours in such an intimate embrace?

“Did he spend himself inside you?” one of the girls whispered, prodding your knee to rouse you from your silence.

“No.”

“Aye, he never does,” remarked a golden-haired girl with a resigned sigh. “He sees to it that we consume some berries afterward, claiming they prevent conception. Strange, isn’t it? Especially if he’s so eager for an heir.”

Another girl hushed her, leaning in with a conspiratorial tone. “Did he take you from behind? That’s his favoured position, you know. He’s had us all that way.”

You stumbled over your words, unsure how to respond.

“And did you savour his taste?” came the next question. “It’s quite rich in sodium—”

“Girls!” A booming voice echoed from the doorway of the bedroom, startling you and the other concubines into immediate attention. You caught sight of the elderly attendant who oversaw your care, hands planted firmly on her hips as she observed the chaotic scene before her.

With a disapproving huff, she pivoted sharply on her heel and departed, leaving a lingering sense of reprimand in her wake.

As the frenzied chatter about Sukuna’s body attributes gradually dissolved into the quietude of sleep, morning arrived with its routine of communal showerings.

Throughout the shared bath, you silently scrubbed away the remnants of the night, indulging your fellow concubines about your previous life in town.

Upon drying off and exiting the bathing chamber, you were met with an unexpected sight: a gathering of the girls clustered around your bed.

Navigating through the throng, you reached your space to discover a resplendent scarlet silk robe embroidered with intricate black floral patterns.

Gingerly lifting the note placed atop the fabric, you read Sukuna’s precise handwriting. Curious glances from the other concubines peered over your shoulders in anticipation.

No distracting embellishments, Sad Eyes.

“What does that mean?” a curious whisper floated through the air, followed by murmurs of intrigue from the other girls. “Why does he call you ‘sad eyes’?”

You clutched the letter to your chest, suppressing a grin as you ignored the questions, the mockery, and the jostling of bodies around you. Your attention was fixated on the magnificent robe gifted to you by His Lordship.

For the remainder of the evening, you slept without any interruptions, seeking to compensate for the countless nights spent battling insomnia within the confines of your foster home.

You observed with a keen eye that none of the other girls were ushered to Sukuna’s chambers; their time seemed to veer toward strolls in the back garden or spent in the dormitory, indulging in wine-fueled scandals about the palace staff, as was their custom.

As the clock struck eight in the evening, a troupe of maids entered the chamber bearing dinner trays. A wave of anticipation swept through the room as the other girls eagerly accepted their meals and accompanying pitchers of water. Your own stomach rumbled in hunger, awaiting your own turn.

But that moment never arrived.

Instead, the maid bypassed your bed entirely, moving on to the next. A surge of apprehension rippled through you as a handmaiden approached, guiding you away from the mattress and toward the vanity.

“What about my dinner?” you asked as the attendants groomed your hair.

“His Lordship has extended an invitation for you to dine with him tonight,” came the reply.

The room fell into a sudden hush.

Dine with him?

The notion sent a flurry of thoughts racing through your mind.

Before you could process further, you found yourself pulled upright, your garments removed to be replaced by the scarlet robe.

Envy flickered in the eyes of the other concubines as they observed, their resentment palpable as they stabbed at their food with exaggerated aggression. It wasn’t your doing that Sukuna had taken an unexpected interest in you.

With no adornments save for a dab of crushed cherry paste upon your lips, you were escorted to Sukuna’s chambers.

Once more, the imposing doors swung open, and you found yourself gently ushered into the chamber. As they sealed shut behind you, the room was flooded with light. Sukuna’s figure stared out at the moonlit gardens outside, clad in a billowing white silk robe.

“My Lord,” you greeted respectfully, inclining your head in deference.

“Draw near.”

Complying with his directive, you approached and stood at his side. His presence loomed over you, his stature commanding and formidable, capable of engulfing you entirely with a single embrace. Not that such thoughts dared to linger in your mind.

“Why is your face flushed?” he asked, his gaze penetrating.

You blinked, attempting to dismiss the telltale warmth creeping up your cheeks. “It’s nothing, my Lo—”

Before you could finish, Sukuna turned your chin towards him, his palm coming to rest against your forehead. A nervous swallow traced its way down your throat at his touch, his eyes trailing down your form, a knowing smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as they settled upon you in your robe.

“Thank you for your gracious gift,” you murmured, feeling the warmth rise to your cheeks.

His fingers trailed through your hair, a mischievous glimmer dancing in his eyes. “I anticipate nothing less than thoroughly enjoying the privilege of removing it off of you.”

You blushed deeper at his statement.

“Come now. I’ve brought a surprise for you.” He took your hand in his with a tug, guiding you towards a doorway. With a simple flick of his fingers, the door parted, revealing a dimly lit hallway beyond.

Your gaze widened in astonishment. “How did you do that, my Lord?”

“Do what?”

“You opened the door without laying a hand on it.”

Sukuna’s striking blood-coloured eyes cut to you. “There is much about me that will be unveiled in due course, my love. What you perceive is but a guise for my true nature.” His smile, oddly childlike, sent a chill down your spine.

Was he some sort of sorcerer? You’d only heard whispers of human anomalies lurking beneath the earth’s surface or sealed within vessels, but historical accounts weren't exactly your cup of tea.

“I ventured into town today,” he said.

“Oh.” You swallowed hard, recovering from his previous statement. “I hope it was a fruitful trip.”

“Indeed, quite fruitful.”

In the soft glow of the distant hallway, Sukuna’s face came into view, casting a spell of trepidation upon your heart. His features were drawn into a mask of stoicism, his eyes devoid of warmth, and his lips pressed into a firm line, jaw rigid with tension.

Parting the curtains, Sukuna drew you near, his arm sweeping out to reveal a horrifying sight: your foster father, bound to a chair with chains, bearing the cruel marks of torture.

His face marred by countless wounds, an eye cruelly absent, and teeth scattered at his feet. His dignity stripped away, his vulnerability laid bare in his nakedness, and his manhood amputated.

The sickening lurch in your stomach threatened to betray your composure. “F-Forgive my intrusion, my Lord, but is he . . . is he dead?”

Sukuna’s response was a gilded dagger from within his robe, its handle decorated with a jewel reminiscent of your own captivating eyes. Nestled within the hilt was the very flower he had plucked from your hair. Upon the blade, your name was inscribed.

“Do as you wish, my beloved,” he whispered, his voice stained with dark fascination, offering you the instrument of your foster father’s fate with a chilling sense of detachment.

You couldn’t possibly bring yourself to commit such a heinous act.

Despite the unspeakable cruelties inflicted upon you by the bastard, the idea of taking another’s life filled you with a trembling dread.

Yet, the itch to end the torment, to rid the world of such a vile presence, simmered just beneath the surface as you stood before him, his life slipping away.

A hand trailed down the back of your head, guiding your trembling fingers to grasp the dagger tightly.

Looking up, you met Sukuna’s gaze, his expression hollow, his features obscured by shadows. This was the face of the Devil that cursed his enemies on their knees and had them willingly submit to death.

With a push from behind, you stumbled forward, drawing closer to your step-father’s prone form.

Glancing back at Sukuna, you were met with an incongruously bright smile. Quite a twisted paradox, His Lordship.

Your step-father sat unconscious, the stench of his bodily fluids assaulting your senses. His wounds oozed with a sickening mixture of blood and pus, his laboured breaths the only indication of life remaining within him. The scene was painfully familiar, a mirror image of the torment you had endured countless times before.

But now, someone had intervened, offering you a chance at liberation, a chance to end the cycle of abuse once and for all.

You glanced back again.

Until Sukuna.

Your gaze reluctantly returned to the true embodiment of cruelty before you. With a steady hand, you raised your arm, wielding the dagger with purpose.

It found its mark in your foster-father’s chest, a chilling silence punctuated only by the sound of steel meeting flesh. Ignoring the strangled cry that erupted from him, you withdrew the blade, then drove it back into his heart.

Out.

In.

Out.

In.

His lifeblood painted your face and stained your pristine garments, mingling with the fabric in a macabre dance of crimson. To the untrained eye, it could easily be mistaken for a mere splash of vibrant colour upon your robe.

No one would dare suspect the truth.

No one would dare come near if they knew of your sin.

No one, except Sukuna.

Once the monster over your bed was consigned to the depths of hell, his guts spilling onto the floor around your bare feet, you allowed yourself a moment of grim satisfaction.

With a contemptuous snarl, you spat upon him, a visceral response to the years of degradation he had inflicted upon you for every misstep.

A comforting warmth touched your back.

Startled by the sudden contact, you tensed before easing at the sight of Sukuna’s faint smile.

As he reached to caress your cheek, you instinctively recoiled, lowering your gaze in deference.

“Forgive me, my Lord,” you murmured, “but I cannot permit you to spoil your hands with the blood of this man.”

Sukuna’s shoes entered your line of sight as he tilted your chin upward, his moon-white sleeve wiping away the traces of blood from your mouth and its vicinity. “You appear rather exquisite painted in blood, Sad Eyes. Perhaps I ought to designate you as my prized assassin instead of a mere concubine.”

“I beg your pardon, my Lord, but I cannot partake in killing . . . again.”

“You need not worry,” he whispered, his breath warm against your ear as he drew near. “I will defend you from any who cast their gaze upon you, let alone lay a hand upon your delicate form. Those who dare cross that line will face my wrath, their very existence extinguished before your eyes. Not a single tear shall stain your cheeks.” His lips brushed against yours. “From this moment forward, fear shall not reside within you. By my side, you shall command fear itself, my love.”

That night, Sukuna bathed you in the sanctuary of his chambers, washing away the traces of blood from your skin as you gazed at him with a sense of wonder. It wasn’t the superficial admiration the other concubines whispered about—it was a profound affection blossoming within you, nurtured by power and protection.

He draped you in the luxurious folds of one of his silk robes, summoning servants to prepare dinner. Seated upon his lap, he fed you spoonfuls of rice and chicken, even as your stomach protested its fullness. Soft kisses peppered your neck like a sweet dessert, culminating in one upon your lips before he reluctantly released you to retire to your dormitory.

In the ensuing weeks, Sukuna would consistently send a crafted robe ahead of each meeting—in the serene seclusion of his chambers, where the flickering candlelight cast shadows upon the walls as you dined together.

Over the course of these intimate dinners, he eagerly absorbed your musings, whether they revolved around the narratives of books discovered within the palace library or your adeptness with herbs and plants, nurtured by your profound knowledge.

On occasion, as the first light of dawn painted the sky with hues of pink and gold, Sukuna would summon you for a stroll in the haven of the back garden. Woven between the fragrant blooms, you’d dance about with childlike enthusiasm, identifying various flowers and tracing their lineage.

Ever the attentive listener, Sukuna trailed behind you, his gaze fixed upon your animated figure. He would only speak when you fell silent, demanding you to continue sharing the familial ties between apples, plums, and the roses they stemmed from.

Within the crevice of your soul, the once withered garden of affection had flourished into a lush wilderness, blossoming with untamed wildflowers and clouds that spelled out his name.

Sukuna inhabited your every waking thought, his intoxicating mouth that worshipped your body left you giggling in delight behind your hands.

Yet, each encounter with a fellow concubine, flushed and eager with tales of their rendezvous with him, felt like thorns piercing your tender heart. Jealousy, like ivy creeping upon stone, entwined itself around your every plagued thought. Your gaze often strayed to the bedside drawer where the dagger lay dormant. The mere mention of his physique by the other women tormented your soul relentlessly.

Why hadn’t Sukuna taken you as he had with every other concubine? You had grown accustomed to his presence, even eager to reciprocate the pleasure he gifted you every evening. You had offered yourself willingly, aching for the intimacy that would bind you even closer to him. But he had not claimed you in the same manner, not entered you fully, not seeded his legacy within you.

Did he question your worthiness? Did he see you merely as a transient pleasure? Were you destined to remain just a concubine, forever denied the honour of carrying his child?

“Why do you remain silent?” Sukuna asked, turning the pages of the book you had suggested to him; he was already half-way through.

You were seated snugly between his legs upon the bed, your back rested against his chest, fingers idly toying with the strands of your hair. “I find myself devoid of words this evening.”

“Hmm.” Sukuna took a leisurely sip of his drink before placing it aside. “Surely you can conjure something. You know well enough that I cannot endure your silence.”

With an exasperated sigh, you rolled your eyes. “Well, I apologise for failing to provide you with amusement, my Lord.”

Sukuna snapped the book shut.

You instinctively pressed your lips together, silently chiding yourself for the unintended sharpness in your voice.

With a heavy sigh, you resigned yourself to maintaining your composure, forcing yourself to take slow, steady breaths. Deep down, you believed that he wouldn’t inflict harm upon you or cast you out of his chambers. But the nagging thought chewed at you.

This was Sukuna Ryomen, and you . . . well, you were merely a shadow in comparison.

“If you crave my touch,” he breathed softly into your ear, “all you need to do is utter the request.”

With a determined resolve, you turned to face him, settling yourself upon his lap. Sukuna regarded you with a quirked eyebrow, a quiet acknowledgment of your unconventional audacity.

“I do crave your touch, my Lord,” you confessed, your voice a hushed plea, “but not only with your hands or lips. I long to feel you in a different manner.” Your gaze drifted down to his pelvis, the unspoken appetite evident in your eyes. “I crave that.”

Sukuna exhaled heavily, his gaze piercing as he addressed you. “So, you’ve been withholding your words simply because I haven’t fed you my cock?"

Heat rose to your cheeks at his blunt proclamation, though you had grown accustomed to his coarse mannerisms over time.

“Yes, my . . . Lord.” Your voice carried a mixture of embarrassment. “I’ve endured three long months of anticipation, patiently waiting to share in the pleasures enjoyed by your other consorts. Yet, with the arrival of autumn, I find myself still untouched by the experiences they so openly boast about.”

His lips curled into a smirk. “Are you asking me to bed you merely for the purpose of becoming a notch in your bragging rights?”

“Never, my Lord!” you protested vehemently, a hint of hurt flickering in your eyes. “I would never demean you with such vulgar talk in public. I’ve spun tales to the others, concealing the truth of our encounters. They remain oblivious to the pleasures you’ve granted me.” Your fingers traced the intricate markings on his chiselled abdominal muscles. “If my spoiled state displeases you, if I am deemed unworthy of your touch, pray, inform me now. Regardless, my sole wish is to fulfil His Lordship’s needs.”

Sukuna disentangled your hands from his chest, a gesture that caused a fissure to form within your heart, forcing your body to instinctively withdraw from his touch.

Just as you began to pull away, he swiftly encircled his arm around your waist, tugging you back onto his lap with a firm grip. Before you could utter a single word, his lips descended upon yours, silencing any protest with a passionate kiss.

With a purposeful touch, he skillfully divested you of your robe, revealing the curves of your form beneath. His hands, warm and adept, began to massage your supple breasts, kindling soft gasps from your lips. His own trailed a wet path downward, leaving a bridge of feverish kisses along the expanse of your throat, lingering over the rapid pulse beneath your skin.

As his lips found purchase on the tender flesh of your neck, his actions became more urgent, his touch more demanding. A pinch at your pebbled nipples sent a shiver of sensation coursing through you, followed by the heat of an open-mouthed kiss.

Your gaze drifted downwards, enchanted by the sight of his tongue encircling the sensitive spots, suckling on the swollen buds like a babe. Already, heat was building within the depths of your being, igniting a flame that spread between your legs.

Sukuna laid you back, relishing the delicate flavour of your lips as his fingers skillfully sought out your throbbing clit, stimulating it with unhurried circles.

With practised ease, he slipped two fingers inside you, quickening his rhythm without preamble. Your hand instinctively traced down to his chest, undoing the fastenings of his robe.

“Take it,” he whispered against your mouth, his breath mingling with yours. “Satisfy your lord, my love.”

Your fingers curled around his pulsating cock, the very object of desire that the other girls had passionately recounted. The knowledge of their previous intimacies with him only stoked the flames of envy within you, spurring you to intensify your ministrations.

With a surge of determination, you quickened the pace of your caresses, applying pressure with your thumb upon his sensitive tip while fondling his sacs.

Sukuna’s grin widened against your lips as he reciprocated with equal zeal, slipping a third finger into your slick heat until he was fully engulfed by your swollen core.

Together, you sailed upon the waves of raw carnal desire, locked in a lecherous race to reach your climax, each vying to be the first to cross the finish line—

Sukuna’s low, guttural moans resonated throughout the chamber.

You had achieved victory.

His essence spilled forth into your waiting hands, his cock convulsing with the intensity of his release. Moments later, you succumbed to your own climax, a soft cry escaping your lips.

With care, Sukuna withdrew his hand from your centre, and you instinctively examined your palm, noting the striking resemblance of his essence to your own.

You tentatively brought your fingers to your lips, savouring the taste of him.

“I did not instruct you to do that,” he growled, his gaze blazing as you tasted him. “But I suppose I’ll permit it.”

“It is salty,” you murmured, almost absentmindedly.

“Oh for fuck’s sake, are you women incapable of discussing anything besides my cock?” he exclaimed, frustration evident in his tone.

You couldn’t help but laugh, the tension dissipating as he cleaned his fingers with his tongue before tenderly cradling the back of your head, drawing you to sit upon his lap. Your laughter softened into chuckles, a smile playing upon your lips.

“Did I please you, my Lo—”

“Sukuna,” he interrupted firmly. “Only you may address me by my given name.”

“My L—”

“I command it.” His tone left no room for argument.

You affirmed your agreement with a nod.

He was Sukuna.

Your Sukuna.

“Very well, Sukuna.” You felt a subtle shift in the air between you. His chuckle rumbled softly. “Shall I turn around for you?”

“And why do you deem such an unnecessary act necessary?”

“Because—” You suppressed the urge to divulge the whispers of the other concubines regarding his favoured position. “Never mind. How would you prefer me to present myself to you?”

“As you are,” Sukuna answered, his grip tightening around himself. “How you managed to have me spend by your hand in under five minutes is a marvel beyond my comprehension.”

Internally, you gave yourself a congratulatory pat on the back.

“Now, my love,” he said, inclining his chin towards his erection, “will you do my cock the honour of sitting on it?”

Licking the grin of your lips, you nodded, rising to your knees. With nimble fingers, you positioned his hardened length at your entrance, gradually lowering yourself onto him.

A sharp intake of breath escaped Sukuna’s lips, his hands instinctively grasping your hips. You bit down on the inside of your cheek, enduring the initial sting of penetration. Perhaps every touch of his fingers had been a meticulous groundwork for this pinnacle moment.

As you settled into your seat upon him, you granted yourself a minute to acclimate to the sheer magnitude of him stretching and filling your tight, supple walls.

Sukuna tilted his head back, impatience evident in his eyes. “Will you begin moving at a pace befitting this century, Sad Eyes?”

“Just a moment,” you retorted, your tone tinged with irritation.

“Unfortunately, the sight of your leaking cunt is testing my patience,” he remarked, his gaze lingering provocatively on your flushed form.

Collecting yourself, you affirmed your resolve with a nod before subtly adjusting your position, and swaying your hips forward. His strong hands guided you, aiding your movements as you sought a rhythm. “Gods, you’re—you’re quite large. It’s rather discomforting.”

“Ah, where has the enthusiasm to please your lord vanished, my love?” His laughter echoes through the chamber as he leaned back, amused by your scowl. “I must confess, your defiance is perhaps your most alluring trait. It has crossed my mind more than once during moments of handling myself in the bath.”

Your brow furrowed in dismay.

It was evident that the other concubines possessed far greater expertise in pleasuring him than you ever could. All you could manage was to feign enthusiasm, your movements faltering and disjointed, as you struggled to produce even a fraction of the satisfaction they effortlessly blessed him with. His laughter, which wasn’t helping your cause, bore an uncanny resemblance to the mocking tones of the girls who had taunted you in the past.

You no longer wished to endure this charade.

You halted in your tracks, unable to muster the courage to meet his gaze, your eyes fixated instead on his throat. “It appears . . . that I may not be adequately versed in fulfilling your needs. I shall endeavour to educate myself further before making another attempt. For now, I request permission to retire for the evening, my Lord.”

Sukuna’s grip tightened as he seized your jaw, compelling you to meet his gaze. “You dare to defy my command to address me by my given name?” His smile remained wicked as he drew your face closer to his own. “Remember, my love, there is a boundary to which I tolerate your rebellion. Do not allow my affections to cloud your judgement. I remain your Lord, above all else. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” you managed to gasp out.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, Sukuna,” you replied, your voice trembling with uncertainty.

With a swift motion, he released your sore jaw, and before you could even consider easing the ache, his lips crashed against yours.

In that moment, control slipped from your grasp entirely. His hands gripped the flesh of your buttocks possessively, guiding your movements as he claimed you with a primal savageness that left you shaking in his embrace.

“Does it pain you, my beloved?” Sukuna growled, his fingers curling around your nape possessively. “Do you feel the strain of my cock as I breach your tender walls?”

You whimpered softly, your head nodding against the curve of his neck.

“Fear not, my darling. I will diligently train this cunt of yours to accommodate every inch of me, dusk, dawn, and twilight. Your throat, too, shall be honed to fulfil my every whim, wherever and whenever I demand.” With a swift motion, he tugged your hair, forcing you to meet his glare. “And should you dare to entertain thoughts of defiance with any other man beyond the confines of my chamber, rest assured, there will be consequences.”

“Sukuna,” was all you gasped, eyes rolling back as his tip probed the depths of your womb. His tongue traced the delicate curve of your throat before shoving into your mouth, drawing out your own to suckle on. In the heat of the moment, your hands roamed aimlessly, torn between grasping at his waist, clutching his shoulders, or caressing his cheeks.

“Oh, how I love the sight of your breasts greeting me in my face.” Sukuna tightened his hold on each of them with a deadly grasp, savouring the melodious cry that escaped your lips. He lowered his head and teethed each nipple, drawing it out and relishing in the masochism of your sharp nails clawing down his back. “Deeper, my darling. You alone hold the privilege of marking my flesh. Let my scars mirror yours.”

With caution, you shifted your hands to rest upon his firm pectoral muscles before you could accidentally claw out his spinal cord.

Sukuna’s touch drifted from your bruised breasts to cradle your face, guiding your gaze to meet his crimson one.

Encouraged by his comforting presence, you arched your hips forward with newfound confidence. His fingers swept through your hair, pushing it away as he offered reassuring nods.

Now, the reins rested firmly within your grasp.

“Fuck . . .” Leaning back against the headboard, he released soft sighs. Warm breaths escaped his parted lips as you continued increasing your ministrations. Your gaze momentarily flickered to your favourite book resting on his bedside table before returning to his face.

Suddenly seized by an impulse, you leaned forward to plant a tender kiss upon his lips, trailing upward to gently brush against his cheekbones, tracing the intricate markings lining his skin.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Someone must play the role of the tender one between us, Sukuna,” you answered, mirroring the attention he had given your scars during your initial encounter. With each kiss, you felt his eyes tracing your movements, following the path of your lips as they journeyed across his face, landing upon his nose or the pulse of his neck.

“My beloved,” Sukuna’s voice caressed your ears, drawing your focus entirely to him, “listen closely to my words.”

You halted your movements, a curious expression dancing in your eyes. “What troubles you?”

With a deliberate motion, he guided your hips forward, his gaze unwavering. “Throughout the night, I will fill your womb ceaselessly, and in mere weeks, you shall carry my legacy within you.” Your heart leaped into your throat, fluttering with an overwhelming rush of emotion. “Peril will shadow your every step. Those who oppose us will stop at nothing to eliminate your life and the life of our child. Do you comprehend the gravity of our situation?”

You blinked back the tears, resigning yourself to the inevitable.

“But I vow upon my honour, such an atrocity shall never come to pass. I will sever entire bloodlines if even a single strand of your precious hair were harmed.” His movements quickened as he thrusted into you.

Your grip tightened on his shoulders again, gasping for breath between erratic pants.

“At dawn’s light, all concubines shall be reassigned to palace duties. You need only point out those who have dared to trouble you, though their transgressions are already known to me.” His motions became more intense as he pressed you onto your back, pinning your arms above your head. “And when the sun graces the horizon, you, my beloved, shall be proclaimed as my queen.”

Your voice wailed through the chamber as you cried out his name, drowning in the waves of scorching pleasure never before experienced.

Instead of seeing celestial bodies colliding, your gaze met the deep crimson of his irises, those same eyes that had captivated you on that very first night.

“Sukuna . . . ”

With a smile mirroring his own, you tilted your head upward, silently beckoning him to seal the moment with a kiss. As he obliged, his cock pulsed within you, filling you with his warmth until every fibre of your being was tethered with his.

But he didn’t withdraw. Just as he had promised, he intended to keep you close throughout the night, to claim you as his own.

And in that moment, as you laid with him, you welcomed the dawn of a new chapter standing beside him, prepared to reign as Sukuna Ryomen’s queen.

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mommypieck · 4 months

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⌗︙・being sukuna's favorite ⸜⸜・

being sukunas favorite in his harem is the biggest honor you could get. as much as you are aware that he fucks someone different every day, you know that at the end of the day, he's gonna come back to you.

"did you stretch that pussy for me?" he asks you, circling your kneeling body on the floor. you're not like the other sluts, he likes you so you can be a little rude.

"yeah, fucked with lots." you reply, smiling cheekily at him. his eyes turn red and he pushes one of his feet in between your legs.

"is that so?" you nod at his question. your hips start to move on his foot, trying to get some relief. if zou were someone else, you would have your head blown off.

"get off my foot." sukuna grits his teeth. he's sure you are joking but he can't help to feel jealousy boiling in his stomach. you lay on the ground in front of him, opening your legs to show him your wet entrance. he's starting to get angry with you know, what made you act this way?

he doesn't waste any time sinking into your tight heat and you suddently feel like you should've stretched yourself for him. he's too big, filling you up to the brim. he's not gentle with your pussy, he's never been and now you made him mad.

"you're still so tight even after so many people fucking you." he jokes, making you giggle. you have to tease him so he doesn't know how easy he can break you.

"i get tighter just for you,king." the nickname makes him moan. he makes everyone call him king but it just sounds sweeter from your lips. he stops his moments to look you deep in the eyes.

"i fuck you good, i breed you every day and i make sure your mouth is fucked. are you really sleeping with other people?"

you smirk at his question. it's funny to see him frustrated because of a stupid joke you made. so many girls claim to be sukuna's favorite but it's certain who's the chosen girl.

"you're my one and only master. now please cum inside me to see how much of your cum i can take."

#jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #sukuna ryoumen smut #sukuna ryoumen x reader #sukuna ryoumen x you #sukuna ryomen smut

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sttoru · 5 months

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‘no matter how much time the king of curses spends with you, he doesn’t think he will ever understand you or your affectionate behaviour towards him.’

☀︎｜tags. true form sukuna x female reader. heian era sukuna. fluff. bits of mentions of blood & murder. big size difference. cold-big-monster-having-a-small-soft-spot-for-a-single-human trope. reader gets called ‘little one, brat’. not proof read! let me know if you like my characterisation or not; it’s my first sukuna fic.

a kiss on the cheek is one of the most innocent - yet apparently also the most difficult - things to do. it’s a small form of intimacy; not that hard to do. it’s really as simple as planting your lips on your beloved’s cheek. then all you do is retreat — maybe get a kiss on the cheek back from him. or on the lips.

“get moving. i’m not waiting all day for you.” sukuna grumbles. you had suddenly stopped in your tracks and the king of curses was confused as to what the reason might have been. the two of you had been walking through the courtyard for a few minutes now — well, you basically had to drag him out to take a little stroll together.

and now the same you was quiet. it bothered sukuna; you were always so chatty around him when it was just the two of you. he might have called you an ‘annoying brat’ for it, but he secretly enjoyed your company and voice.

“c-coming.” you reply in a quiet mumble, eyes glancing over at the monstrous frame that stood a few steps away. his dull yet sharp gaze was focused on you — like he was sizing you up. or rather: trying to figure out what’s wrong with the change in behaviour you showed.

sukuna watches you as you hurry over to his side again. he resumes walking, hands folded over each other under the material of his kimono.

though, he couldn’t yet let go of the fact that you were acting different around him. the king of curses’ suspicion only grew once he noticed how your fingers fiddled with your obi. you were anxious about something.

sukuna shakes his head slightly. some humans sure are difficult to understand, he thinks to himself. your happy yet reserved personality when you usually interacted with him had disappeared and made place for a nervous wreck. trying to figure out why made sukuna’s head hurt.

were you finally scared of him? like all other humans and curses were?

he doesn’t know why, but it felt like he would hate for such thing to happen. sukuna usually wouldn’t care if someone resents, fears or somehow even admires him. only you could make him think and care about such difficult and maybe even trivial things.

“uhm,” you break off his train of thoughts and his eyes are instantly on yours again, “may i do something really quickly?”

sukuna’s face doesn’t show any change in expression, but a small nod tells you everything you need to know. you clear your throat, “can you please lower your head towards me?”

lowering his head? oh, you got some guts. if anyone else had said that to him, sukuna would have obliterated them; there wouldn’t have been anything but red bloody dust left of their body.

but then again: it’s you. all exceptions the king of curses makes are for you.

sukuna slightly lowers his head to your level so you could do whatever you needed to. he’d be lying if he said that his curiosity wasn’t piqued. it always was when he was around you.

you gulp. it was time to do what you’ve longed to do ever since the beginning of your stroll: give the ryomen sukuna a kiss on the cheek. you don’t think he’d be mad—at least he never seriously gets mad at you. only to get a reaction out of you since your responses are always ‘intensely amusing’—as he says.

“go on.” sukuna’s breath hits your cheeks. he was so close—too close that it made you even more nervous in a way. as if you hadn’t even had your first kiss yet.

you swallow your fears and just go for it. your lips attach to his cheek in the fraction of a second—the speed of light—before they leave. it was right under his right set of eyes.

you take a step back and clear your throat. you try to escape the embarrassment of sukuna’s possible reaction by continuing your stroll, though were stopped by a strong hand firmly grabbing your forearm.

“where’d you think you’re going?”

sukuna’s deep voice echoes through your ears. you were surprised to hear the tone of it; almost soft. a tone sukuna uses on rare occasions: in your presence.

you turn your head around and smile sheepishly at the king of curses before you. he doesn’t return the same (not that you expected him to), however he does unexpectedly ruffle your hair for a split second. or at least he attempts to.

his large and warm palm lands on top of your head and he gives it a little and subtle shake. sukuna had seen you do a similar action to someone else before, thus he concluded that he could do it to you. maybe as a form of endearment or. . whatever you used it as.

he did find the way you tried to scurry away after giving him a kiss very adorable. even if he wouldn’t say so out loud.

“now, come along. we don’t have all day.” sukuna nonchalantly mutters after retracting his hand. it left as fast as it came, though you were still stunned at the slight show of affection the king of curses returned.

you instantly catch up to sukuna again—walking next to him as fast as your legs could take you. you were a bit more at ease after you got a positive reaction to your little kiss. it was a pity that he didn’t smirk or laugh at you—maybe mocked you like he usually would. but that head pat made up for it.

even if it did leave your hair a little disheveled.

you couldn’t properly see sukuna’s face, but the faint smirk tugging at his lips was undeniably there. even if it was for just a split second.

“how very interesting.” sukuna mutters under his breath so you wouldn’t catch on. he sighs and shakes his head, unable to keep out that memory of you looking so cute—standing on the tip of your toes to plant a kiss on his cheek with your comically small hand on his jaw line. he doesn’t know why he found that to be so thrilling.

you flutter your eyelashes. you were curious about what he might have commented on, “may i ask what you had just said? i didn’t quite hear it.”

a short second of silence hangs before sukuna tilts his head to the right to look down at you again; his face expressionless, but still having a hint of a grin on his lips.

“i said you better hurry before i gobble you up right this instant.” he replies, (playfully) intimidating you with his sharp red eyes that glinted with a form of danger.

you shiver (though knew the threat was an empty one) and instantly pick up your pace. you even get ahead of him, walking as fast as your legs could. you answer with a curt ‘my apologies’ and walk like you actually have somewhere to be.

sukuna’s grin only grows as he sees you get ahead of him. if you had turned around, maybe you could have caught onto that light flicker of affection in his expression.

“i’m coming for you, little one.” sukuna adds just to ignite some more fear into you and you react as expected, “you’re not escaping me today.”

it was a funny sight; your reactions always make him enjoy his time with you even more than he already (secretly) was.

the way his body reacts in mysterious ways when you’re around, is still very much an unsolved riddle to the king of curses. and the reasons as to why you aren’t scared of him and can easily give him all your ‘love’ are also still yet to be discovered.

until then, sukuna will continue to enjoy teasing you.

#sttoru writes.#jjk x reader #sukuna x reader #jjk x y/n #sukuna x you #jjk fluff #jjk fic #sukuna ryoumen x reader

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xxsabitoxx · 27 days

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Yuji being obsessed with the eating your pussy and accidentally teaching Sukuna how enjoyable it can be.

Sukuna, who’s never seen the appeal in going down on a woman. He figures he would personally gain no pleasure from it so why even bother?

Yuji, who’s the polar opposite and dreams of the day he can finally get you in his bed. Just so he can shove his head between your thighs and eat you out until you’re crying

Sukuna, who’s been forced to listen to these thoughts for years now because Yuji won’t grow a pair and just ask you out. Seriously, it’s been years, he’s losing his mind.

Yuji, who finally asks you out after one shot for courage and can’t believe it when you’re telling him that you’ve been waiting forever for him to ask that question.

Yuji, who forgets that even a single shot of liquor can get him buzzed and in no time at all he has his hands all over you. Not that you mind, you’ve waited just as long for him.

Yuji, who’s dragging you into a random bedroom at this house party and is locking the door behind you, lips glued to yours as he backs you up until you’re falling onto the mattress with him on top of you.

Yuji, who’s kissing his way down your body, falling to his knees before you as he nearly drags your lower half off of the mattress. Tugging your pants and underwear off in one go just to toss them somewhere into the room

Yuji, who’s spreading your thighs apart to finally catch a glimpse of the cunt he’s been dreaming of for years. Saliva pooling in his mouth at the sight of your dripping cunt.

Yuji, who’s whining as he moves his head lower, nipping and sucking the plush flesh of your inner thighs. Your nosies only egging him on as he moves his way upwards.

Yuji, who’s breath is coming out in short pants as he hovers just above your cunt, asking your permission one last time since he knows he’ll be too far gone to stop soon.

Yuji, who’s whimpering against your cunt as he eats you out, tongue licking greedily along your slit before prodding at your swollen clit. Drool leaking down his chin and subsequently your cunt, mixing with your arousal.

Yuji, who has you falling apart on his tongue over and over before he’s even satisfied enough to come up for air. His cheeks flushed pink and hair a mess from where your hands had been pulling at it.

Yuji, who’s begging you to let him eat you again, as if his lips and chin aren’t covered in your sticky arousal. Watching as you struggle to catch your breath, not thinking he would make you cum as many times as he had.

Yuji, who’s practically crying when you lazily nod “yes”, your eyelids almost impossible to keep open as you fall back against the mattress and let him eat you out for the umpteenth time that night.

Sukuna, who’s eyes have been fully opened (against his will) to the appeal in eating a woman’s cunt.

Mildly unfinished but like… the vision is there my

Edit: based on some recent comments and anons I’ve received, there seems to be some confusion with this post.

So let me clarify that Yuji is 21-22 in this, he is in college, I’ve written him the age he would be in 2024.

If you don’t agree with aging up characters? Don’t read the post, or just block me. It’ll save all of us the time and sanity.

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nanaslutt · 30 days

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when they steal your panties

ʚ incl: gojo, geto, nanami, toji, choso, sukuna, higuruma, ino, shoko, uraume

ʚ cont: suggestiveness, crack, fluff

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ

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teatreeoilll · 4 months

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w/c: 750 Part I - A drabble - headcanon thingy of our favorite king of red flags curses, set in a Heian-era village. i dunno anymore. | Part 2 here

Childhood!FriendSukuna who first met you as he stood at the brink of death.

"Mom, hey, mom." You tugged at her sleeve, directing her gaze at a frail boy, about seven or eight, on the verge of collapse behind the village market stall, "Can I give him an apple?" It's a bad month, she thought, glancing at the contents of her basket; this kindness might cost an empty stomach later on.

"No dear, he'll be fine." But you already ran off with an apple, your tiny legs making their way to the sickly boy.

"Here," you held the apple in front of his face, to which he narrowed his eyes, extending a scrawny arm to smack it away.

"I don't need your trash." He barked, his voice harsh as he gathered saliva in his mouth, spitting at your feet, “Peasant.”

As soon as your mother dragged you away, he picked up the apple, eating it whole.

ChildhoodFriend!Sukuna who didn’t mind the insults the villagers threw at him while he was knee-deep in mud, plowing the fields for a cup of stale rice in the evenings.

"That brat is cursed," the whispers would grow amidst the village's council meetings, "If we stop feeding him, he'll leave."

ChildhoodFriend!Sukuna, whose malnourished limbs betrayed him as he fell face first on the rice terrace with the hot sun still ablaze on his back.

ChildhoodFriend!Sukuna who woke up almost a day later under an unknown ceiling, fever gnawing at his head under a wet cloth.

"Mom! Mom!" You shrieked from the corner of the room, "He's awake!" and a woman came in with a warm cup of tea, the taste of which lingered on his tongue as he drifted back to sleep.

"Let me die, brat." His hoarse voice was still weak when he came back to his senses as you placed a fresh, dampened cloth over his forehead.

"My name's not 'brat,'" you informed with a scoff, "It's (Name); what's yours?"

Too ashamed to admit he didn’t know the answer, he turned away and closed his eyes.

ChildhoodFriend!Sukuna, whose mouth hung agape when you pressed a chaste kiss on his forehead one night while muttering, 'mother told me that a kiss can heal any sickness'.

ChildhoodFriend!Sukuna, who disappeared as soon as he found the strength to walk again, returning to the fields only to find that the farmer's wife would no longer spare him dried-out rice when he finished a day's work.

"They should have let him die," he heard the farmer's wife proclaim through the thin walls of the cabin, "That self-righteous linen maker and her irritating daughter. That brat probably cursed them, too."

ChildhoodFriend!Sukuna who killed the farmer and his wife, unleashing a torrent of power he never knew resided within him; some kind of strange magic, he thought, wondering if the whispers of curses were more than the village gossip. The air hung heavy with the metallic tang of blood, and for the first time, he could breathe.

ChildhoodFriend!Sukuna who disappeared after the crime, only to emerge a decade later, leaving a trail of chaos in his wake as he razed and burned each village in his path - laughing as he watched the terror-stricken villagers bow at his feet, crying and begging and dubbing him devil.

ChildhoodFriend!Sukuna who spared you as the village you once called home turned to ashes around you.

"I owe no debt to you now." He announced.

Tears pooled in your eyes, and a scream escaped your lips as you broke down on your knees before him, "I should have listened," you wailed, fingers clawing at the dry dirt beneath you, "They said you were cursed," you hurled a mass of dirt at him, hitting his chest, "They said the devil came to the village the day you were born."

ChildhoodFriend!Sukuna who passed through the village again the next day, just to see you lying between the rubble, limbs sprawled on the dirt and ashes.

"I've extended you kindness." He said, covering the sun with his frame as he loomed over you, "Leave."

And you laughed, shaking and howling until the sides of your body started stinging, and the words came out as mere gasps; "And go where?"

"Wherever you wish."

"Home," You declared, locking eyes with his confused expression, "I want to go home."

You weren’t sure what sick thoughts ran through his mind when he leaned down to press a chaste kiss on your forehead, so you smiled, his face still a mere inch away from yours; "It's my fault." you confessed, "So, the next time we meet, I'll fix it, okay?" A deadpan expression took over as you added, "I'll kill you myself."

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hoshigray · 7 months

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𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇[𝐞𝐫]!! | t. fushiguro + s. ryōmen

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Next time, look around the area before you say you find a serial killer attractive. Because you’re about to see what mess your words will have you end up in — and your clothes all torn up.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: serial killers! Toji + Sukuna x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern au! - age gap (the reader is in their early 20s) - porn with plot - oral (f! + m! receiving) - threesome - double penetration; anal (first time) & vaginal - restricted movement (hands tied up) - face-sitting - cowgirl dp positions - gun + knife play - choking - spanking - unprotected sex - overstimulation - degradation (brat, broad, slut, whore) - pet names (baby, dollface, good girl, pet, princess) - blackmail/threats - the reader is in an established relationship w/ Nanami - mentions of blood, tears, spit, and drool.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 6.6k (told you, porn with plot, lol)

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: uhhhh happy Friday the 13th, everybody???? blame @ramonathinks for this idea (jk, don't, she's so amazing, ty for pushing me into this, mona bear ♡ and tysm for beta reading; your thoughts mean the world). Haven't done a fic in two months sooooo go easy on me!! Not proofread, so I'll fix stuff l8rrrr

“No.”

“Oh, come on, Y/n! Just answer the question!”

“You’re so fucking sick, you know that!?” You glare at your friend, who slumps on the booth chair with a heavy sigh.

A slight breeze tickles your skin through your comfortable sweatshirts as the leaves on the trees slowly change to autumnal colors, and Halloween decor is already adorning every house and every yard. It was a warm and sunny afternoon on this pleasant Friday. Usually, you’d be cozied up in your apartment enjoying yourself, probably catching up on some horror flicks you missed last year.

But alas, that was not the case. Because you’re a college student. As October has finally rolled around, only one thing prevents you from enjoying this beautiful season — midterms. The thought of it is enough to pull you into a pool of dread. Every day has been one whirlwind after another. Yet, on the bright side, all you have now is one last exam to worry about, and you’ll finally be able to rest this weekend. So here you are, at the diner with your best friend, Shoko Ieiri, completing your papers while eating off your plates to satiate the stress. For the most part, things were going smoothly.

Until the news anchor on the television at the bar relays an announcement…

“…Once again, everyone, please be on the lookout for these two killers on the loose. Three weeks ago, the two recently escaped from their cells, killed three guards, and are still at large. There have been accounts around the state that reported recent sightings of either or both criminals, the recent one being in this county 27 hours ago. So, please, stay safe. The killers are identified to be…”

And Shoko, being the curious person she is, asks you a question that stops your fingers from typing on your laptop: “Do you find those killers hot?”

That’s how you two end up where you are now, groaning at the brunette’s persistence in getting your approval to find two criminals — murderers, even! — attractive.

“Hey, Y/n, I know you hear me.” Shoko snaps their fingers at you while you try to get the assignment done. “Just answer the question: don’t you think those guys are hot.”

“We didn’t come all this way for you to talk about your hybristophilia fantasies.” Facing the Word document, you remind your friend why you’re here in the first place. “Just get back to writing; I wanna finish this and get home.” There’s nothing said afterward for a few seconds, thinking she has finally given up.

However, “First of all,” your eyes close to conceal them rolling behind the lids. “I’m not into hybristophilia; I just know a hot guy when I see one. Second, look at their mugshots. Like, damn, you’ve ever seen anyone so intimidatingly good-looking before? Come on, have a look!”

“You’re such a weirdo,” the click-clacking of your fingertips tapping your keyboard fills the rest of your answer.

Still, she persists. “Y/n, look at the phoooone~”

No words, only tapping keys.

“Y/n?”

The keys become louder.

“Pretty, pretty, pleaseeeee~?”

Louder.

“Y/n!!”

A fist bangs on the booth table as the other closes the laptop shut, sending another glare to the person across from you who holds the phone up. You’ve had it at this point, so you say with a steady breath, “If I look at the dumb mugshots and answer your dumb question, will your dumbass leave me alone and finish your work?” The brunette only puts the phone on the table and slides it your way, giving you big doe eyes and whimpers like a hurt puppy. You sigh with your nostrils as you snatch the phone up, your gaze stationed on the images presented.

The image displayed two mugshots: on the left was a man with raven hair and a scar on the left of his lip. Intense, forest-green orbs contrast the black strands that cover his forehead. The mugshot letter board below him is labeled as "Toji Fushiguro." The one on the right is another man with spiky salmon-colored hair pushed upfront with prominent black tattoos decorating his nose, cheeks, and forehead. The board named him as “Sukuna Ryōmen.”

You look at the pictures intently, examining the men’s features at your discretion. It didn’t occur to you how long you were gawking at the mugshots until you peered from the phone to see Shoko give you the biggest shit-eating grin. Shaking your head, you chew the inside of your cheek before responding.

“….Well,” you cough. “…they’re not terrible looking at all. They are…..hot.”

“Told you!” Shoko slams the table with high enthusiasm, earning another sigh from you as she snatches the phone back. “Would you fuck them?”

You almost popped a vein. What the fuck—“is wrong with you!?”

“It’s just a question, geez.” She holds her hands up defensively. “Or is that too lewd and raunchy to ask the partner of the trusting, charismatic “Golden Boy” SGA president, Kento Nanami?”

You choke on your spit before you can say anything, and your cheeks dial in warmth. “S-Shut up! Don’t bring my love life into whatever deviant horny thoughts you’re thinking!”

“I’m sorry, I’m boreeeeeeed. I don’t wanna do this paper, ugh.” The brunette whines and bangs their forehead on the table surface; your eyes roll for the fifteenth time in the past three hours. “…Maybe I should get some dick after this.”

“For fuck’s sake, I’m going to use the restroom.”

You exit the dining booth when they give you a muffled response of anguish, straightening yourself and heading for the back of the diner. As you walked away, you noticed a pair of hooded figures sitting at the booth behind you. Realization kicks in, and you groan internally. Oh, God, they probably heard what we were talking about! But what caught your mind next was that one of them had a black mark on the bridge of their nose. Huh, what an odd tattoo…

After using the toilet, you wash your hands at the sink, but your mind is still fixated on that weird tattoo. Who would get such a thing on their face? Wouldn’t that hurt? I wonder if that’s the only tatt— And then It clicked, you quickly turn off the faucet and dry your hands, exit the rest restroom, and run to your booth. Shoko was begrudgingly typing away on their laptop until she saw you return in a hurry.

“Hey, you okay?” She asks you, but you aren’t looking at them. Your face contoured to a confused expression as you stared at the booth behind the one you were sitting in, now empty.

“Did…..The two people who sat behind us, did you see them?”

“Hmm? No, I didn’t. Must’ve left while my head was on the table.”

“Uh huh…” you say nothing more as you slowly sit back in front of your laptop. Your mind is now clouded with confusing thoughts, questioning your experience up until now. It could be a coincidence, quite far out at that. Regardless, you could’ve sworn you saw that tattoo on the Sukuna guy that Shoko showed you. It was such an uncommon decor, especially since you just saw it on the face of a criminal. Not to mention, the news anchor earlier stated that those two killers were in this exact county…

Needless to say, you didn’t touch your keyboard for about twenty minutes. Your mind was too wrapped up elsewhere to think clearly about your school assignment, and your body harbored a disturbing chill worse than the soft autumn winds.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“…So, why are you researching about the loose killers again?”

“Hm? Oh,” you stop typing on the laptop to attend to the phone call you’re on. Exiting your bedroom, you walk to the living room. “No reason, I was just curious. I saw something about them on the news at the diner with Shoko.”

The person on the other side of the line hums. “You should be careful about stuff like that.”

“Yeah, I know, Kenty,” you open the sliding door to your balcony and close it behind you before taking a seat on the cream-colored swing chair.

“I’m very serious, Y/n.” It was none other than Kento Nanami who was speaking with you. The trustworthy “Golden Boy” of your class year, the circumspect president of the Student Government Association… your loving and attentive boyfriend.

"I know you are."

"And those guys aren't just any usual criminals. They're notorious killers who barge into people's homes at night to steal valuable things. Maybe even kill their victims in their sleep if they have the time. So, be very careful, okay? Can’t trust these streets at night, especially now with those guys on the run. So, don’t go anywhere alone, always have your pepper spray on you, and be sure everything is locked — doors, windows, everything.”

A deep sigh leaves your lips. “Yeah, I double-checked all the locks once I got inside.”

No one says a word; the rustling of the trees and the beeping of cars from the traffic at the light substitute this awkward silence. Until Nanami says, “….You scared?”

You don’t answer immediately, your mind flashing back to the bewildering encounter at the diner earlier today. Those two hooded men, one with a black tattoo on his face. It felt too surreal to feel like a coincidence, yet it wasn’t too far out of your mind to think as such. The timing was strange, with the news reporter and your conversation with Shoko. The thought of two murderers nonchalantly being in the same space as you rub you off in the worst way imaginable. “…Kinda, yeah. A bit spooked.”

“You want me to come up there and spend the night?”

“No, no! You don’t have to do that,” you hurriedly decline his proposal. “I know you’re busy with homework and student government stuff. I wouldn’t want you moving around so much; I’d feel bad.”

You hear him chuckle on the other side of the phone, and your heart swoons at the sound. “Don’t feel bad; you could never be a burden to me, especially when your safety is my top priority.” Another skip of the beat; it’ll never fail to amaze you how sweet he is with his words.

“Thank you, Kenty. But still, I know you’ve got a lot on your hands. You don’t have to see me right this moment. Besides, isn’t Haibara supposedly dragging you to some party at Geto’s?” Nanami is silent for a few seconds before he groans; a smile creeps up on your face at his reaction.

“Unfortunately, yes. I have to leave to pick him up, and then we can go…But I can cancel and come o—“

“Absolutely not.” You’re quick to interject. “You’ve been so high and on edge with your exams. This is the first party after midterm week. And I can bet my left toe that Gojo — cause you know he’ll be there if Geto is — will be upset you couldn’t make it.”

“…….Which one?”

“Excuse me?”

“You have five toes on your left foot, so which one—“

“Kento.” He chuckles once more for your ears to hear at the use of his real name. “Have fun, okay?”

Nanami hums. “I’ll try. I’ll come by your place Sunday. Sounds good?”

“Perfect. Take some pics for me. Love you!”

Your boyfriend bids you farewell before ending the call, already missing his voice. A yawn creeps out from you, a sign that you are indeed fatigued and need rest. Leaving the balcony, you close the door and do a final check at your door. Confirmed that it’s locked and secured, you turn off the living room lights and head back to your bedroom to get some shut-eye.

You shut off and close your laptop on your desk before turning off the lights. Then, you lift the comforter and finally enter the chilly embrace of your bedsheets. Usually, you’d scroll on your phone for a little bit until you get drowsy enough to fall asleep. Yet — it could be because of the exam you were doing at the diner — you felt way more exhausted than usual and wanted to sleep right away. And you did just that: closed your eyes, listened to the calming rhythm of your breaths, and soon drifted into an anticipated slumber.

….Three Hours Later….

The next time you open your eyes, you’re not in the room you left yourself in — let alone the bed.

Instead, you find yourself somewhere cold and dark. Your bed is nowhere in sight, just a lone chair facing you. There are no windows, no desks, just you and this chair with a sole overhead light that almost blinds you when you slowly get up.

The change of scenery throws you off as one thought after another picks up the pace of confusion. Where am I? What is this place? This has to be a sick dream of mine…Wait a minute. You look down to find your pajamas are shriveled and torn up, pieces of the material scattered all over where you’re lying on the cold floor. Also, what the fuck!? You can’t seem to move your hands and feet, noticing that there’s some rope restricting your limbs from moving freely from one another. No matter how hard you try, squirming does little to no help, yet it confirms that this is not a dream.

What the absolute fuck is going on right now!? It was an appropriate question for this perplexing situation, not knowing where to pick up from to start picking clues as to why you’re here. Better yet, who brought you here?

“Ah, look who’s awake.”

You turn to the sound of a door opening and closing; the direction it came from makes it hard to register the distance of whoever was speaking to you. However, that doesn’t matter because you can hear footsteps approaching you and a figure stepping into the light. And when the face finally comes to your field of vision, your blood shifts into an immediate icy cold.

Standing to you by the chair was a man in a tight black shirt that exhibited his muscular arms and physique way too perfectly, harboring dark and baggy pants. But those weren’t the features that had your breath hitch. No, no. The man before you had raven hair with the length stopped to his ears and strands that covered his brows. They did not even try concealing the striking green eyes that looked straight at you. And the familiar scar at the right of his lip put everything together for you — the mugshot that Shoko showed me, the inmate that escaped prison…!

Toji Fushiguro, in the flesh, takes a seat on the chair with his legs spread while putting on black gloves. He notices your look of realization and smirks; you don’t like how his scar is rooted up with the motion. “Y’re a pretty heavy sleeper, ya know that. But I guess that made bringing you here a lil’ simple.”

A tiny bit of confidence prompts you to speak with the man. “Whe–Where am I?”

“C’mon now, little girl,” your stomach churns when he scoffs at you. He brings up a hand to help him as he cracks his neck. God, why is he so jacked!!? “Y’re supposed to be smart, right? You know that’s the wrong question to ask me.”

Okay then, think, Y/n, think… ”…Why did you kidnap me? Is it for money? Because I don’t have much—“ The palm of Toji’s hand faces you to halt you from speaking more, making your nervousness dwell even further.

“For one, you should really consider locking your balcony door when y’re done using it.” There are not enough words to describe the mental facepalm you gave yourself. “If we wanted to run y’r pockets, we woulda done so earlier.” He casually admits to you. “But that’s not why we brought ya here, so he’ll explain it to ya.”

He? Wait, wait, we??

The other mugshot hits you like a flash before you hear the door open and close again. Of course, Toji isn’t the only one on the run right now. There was another guy with salmon-colored hair and tattoos. The other figure, now wearing a black tank tee and ripped black jeans, came from behind Toji. Your stomach drops to the floor when your eyes land on the prominent black tattoo on his nose — now seeing that he has way more on his face, shoulders, arms, and wrists. The scene from the diner replays until your brain can’t keep up. It was him, no doubt about it.

“Well, well. Did the sleeping beauty finally get their rest?” Sukuna Ryōmen, looks just as [if not more] dangerous as Toji. He stuffs his hand into the back of his jeans pocket. “Listen here, I’ll be asking you some questions, and I expect nothing but honest answers. Got that?”

You don’t know what possessed you to ask the question. You being scared shitless right now should’ve prevented you from doing so. And yet, you ask, “And if I don’t?”

It happened way too fast; your eyes couldn’t even process it happening. But one moment, the salmon-haired criminal was standing in front of you beside Toji. The next, you feel someone crouched behind you with the cold feeling of something barely piercing your skin. Your eyes widen, and you don’t dare move a single hair. Toji shakes his head at you, the smirk on his face still present. Now you can guess who had fun cutting up your PJs.

“I don’t think you wanna know the answer to that question.” He says it so close to your ear that you could’ve nearly fainted. Sukuna then moves the knife to scrape the side of your neck. “And don’t you ever think you’re in a position to ask me questions. Use that college brain of yours, brat.”

You gulp — a risky move when you have a sharp object to your neck — and nod. Satisfied, the pink-haired man removes the knife from your proximity and stands right up. “At least you follow things quickly.” He says while walking back to where he stood prior. “Now, question one: do you know a kid named Kento Nanami?”

The mention of your boyfriend’s name hits you like whiplash. Kento? What do they want with him!?

“…Yes, I do.”

“Good. Next question,” You chew the inside of your lip before he asks you the following. “Where does he live?”

Your body almost shuts down when he says the final word. No. No, no, no! Absolutely not! “I can’t tell you that.”

“Tch, just when you were doin’ so good.” Sukuna sucks his teeth. “And why the hell not?”

“Because I don’t want you hurting him.”

He barks a laugh. “You don’t even know what we’ll do to him! Damn, talk about a loyal dog.”

The insult sparked a flame in you. It was a small one, but a flame nonetheless. “Why the hell do you want to know anyway? It’s not like he knows you any—Hrckk!”

“What the hell did I say about you asking questions, huh.” A hurried hand meets your throat, black nails digging into your skin as his grip gets unbearably tight. You attempt to keep a stern face despite choking for some air, but you’d be lying that the pain wasn’t getting to your head.

“Alright, Kuna, let ‘em go.” You almost forgot about Toji sitting on the chair until he spoke up. With a displeased click of the tongue, Sukuna releases you and throws you to the cold, hard floor. “For your information, princess, that kid does know us.”

You’re coughing up a storm, but you still listen. Your eyes are watery, and your throat pulses. “Hic…Ack, what—What are you talking about?”

Toji continues. “That little friend of y’rs is the reason why we were behind bars for three years. Fuckin’ kid saw us break into a house in his neighborhood and called the cops on us. For the longest time, we’ve thought about getting out of those damn cells and coming back to rip that lil’ fucker limb from limb. Maybe ransack his whole home and then some.”

“And now that we are out here,” Sukuna chimes in. “We plan on doing just that. We were sitting right behind you at the diner and heard the brown-haired chick say his name, meaning he had to be around this county. And when he heard that fucking square had a little girlfriend, who better to introduce ourselves and point us the way than you.”

So much information hits you all at once that you’re not given enough time to process it properly. Nanami called the cops on these guys? Where was that piece of information on the phone call!!? Three years ago, it must’ve happened before the start of freshman year. And then there’s the matter of these murders trying to kill him — the love of your life!

You immediately try to weigh your options: you could give them a fake address, but that would lead them back to you and have you killed instead. And Nanami doesn’t live at home right now; he’s on campus with you and everyone else. So, sharing these two his home address will just have his family killed in his place! Oh, you wouldn’t handle that guilt; you just couldn’t!!

“So, what’ll it be, little girl?” Toji’s voice snaps you from your rampant thoughts. “You can be a cute girlfriend and be loyal, and we’ll just kill you right here, right now. Or, you give us an address, we’ll put you back to sleep, and you’ll never see from us ever again.”

Those two options were far from what you wanted to do. You would never want to jeopardize your poor boyfriend’s life and those around him for being a model citizen, especially for these assholes! There had to be a way, something you could do!

“Please, don’t hurt him!” The ropes on your hands and feet have you shuffle to look at the two men from the dirty ground. “He didn’t do anything wrong. Please just spare him!”

“No-can-do, brat.” Sukuna comes down to your level once more, yanking your shirt — or whatever’s left of it, your bra practically out for the whole world to see — to lift your upper body. “Nothing to ease a vengeful spirit than taking care of the problem, right? So do us a favor, will ya.”

Tears are fighting your control to fall, your body trembling. You’re scared, so so frightened. But most of all, you’ll do what you can to make sure your “golden boy” stands tall for you. “Please, I’ll do anything! Anything you want, I’ll do it! So, please!!”

Sukuna opens his mouth to bite back, but no words come out. Actually, his expression resorts back to a neutral tone. He then turns to Toji, who looks at him with a quirked brow. There’s nothing but silence between the two, a silent conversation between the two killers that you have no choice but to stay quiet for. And you jerk when the two focus back on you. Sukuna then finally says something.

“Anything, huh?” It’s the worst when he sneers at you. Such a devious man.

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“Tch. Fucking brat.” Sukuna sucks his teeth before he snatches your chin with a rough vigor, forcing your teary eyes to face him. And it doesn’t help that you now have a gun pointed at your temple. “This is your warning. You better do this right, or you’ll be the first to get a gift with your boyfriend’s head all minced up. Now, use that mouth. Properly.”

Never in your wildest dreams did you ever think you’d end up here. You stood on your knees and hands on the concrete floor, your mouth occupied with Sukuna’s cock, propelling your face to and fro to meet the base. Why the handgun to your head? According to the salmon-haired man, he said: “Try to fight, run, or bite our dicks off, then this whole mag is getting emptied.” So, you’re literally giving the fellatio of your life. And judging by the grunts coming from Sukuna, it seems you’re doing a decent job keeping him going.

As for the other one, Toji, his hands grabbing onto your asscheeks from beneath should answer that. “C’mon, baby, sit on my face. I don’t bite…” you can tell he has the biggest grin on his face saying that, has you hesitant to follow orders. Regardless, you gently sway your ass down to sit on his face. But impatience gets the best of him before he pulls you down himself, his nose abruptly hitting your clitoris. You jolt despite his hands keeping you on him, forced to feel his tongue and mouth indulging on your wet folds.

So there you sit, bare and nude, for the men to use you as they see fit. Whatever piece of your clothes were torn off you to be fully exposed for them. This is what you choose to do for the sake of your boyfriend: giving yourself off for the night.

Oh, if Shoko could see you now. Sucking off one of the exact murderers you two were talking about at the diner while the other eats you out? You know you’ll never hear the end of it from her if — by some miracle — she finds out! And you’ll hold onto that miracle for as long as you can.

“…Fuuuck, hnngh! It’s been a minute since I had my dick on something tight,” Sukuna comments while putting his free hand on your head. His thrusts increase to have your tongue bathe the underside of his dick, and he sighs at you choking when the tip suddenly hits your uvula. “Heh, that’s right. Keep those tears coming, pet…You seem to be enjoying yourself there, Fushiguro. This broad taste that fucking good—Ohhh shit, fucking shit…”

You can feel Toji’s lips curve into a smile from down under, he gives your labia and clit a slow and antagonizing lick before responding to his partner in crime. “Mmmm, man. It’s been a while since I had to do this. Crazy how this princess got with a square like that kid. Wonder if he makes ‘em feel good like this.” And then he returns to your clit to give it a harsh suck.

Your body continues to be used like a toy. Your jaw loosens to oblige Sukuna’s girth that’s currently hitting the back of your throat every time your lips meet the pubes of his pelvis. His ruts dial-up, and you ball your fists with the constant oral abuse on your face. Drool runs down your chin with every shove of his length, practically choking you with his dick. And the commotion between your leaking vulva and Toji doesn’t go unnoticed either; motherfuker’s tongue is relentless, making sure every crevice and part of your pussy is familiar with him. And the sounds of him slurping your essence are so lewd, so erotic for your ears that you think they’re bound to explode on you.

“—Ahhh, damn, I’m gonna cum,” Oh, God. Your eyes open to look at Sukuna’s expression, nothing but pure enjoyment looking at your pitiful look. “You’re cute looking all pathetic taking my cock like this, whore—Mmmph!! Shiiiit, keep your head like that.” He grabs your head as his thrusts speed up to an irregular pace, your throat and face becoming numb. Your whimpers are muffled, and tears streak down your cheeks. His groans of pleasure fill the room, and before you know it, his load is released down to the depths of your throat. You’re stuck taking it, mewling on the shaft still in your mouth until he’s finished.

He removes you when he is, his cock slathered in your saliva and still rock hard. You gawk at it, amazed that you could fit it in your mouth. And you hate to admit this, but it has you wondering what Toji’s is like.

Speaking of, with a foggy mind, you peer down to see Toji finally done eating your cunt out. “Ya taste good, you know that.” He licks his lips provocately with a smile. You open your mouth to say something, but he cuts you off. “You ready fr’ me now?” He cocks his chin up, and you turn to see what he’s talking about, only to be met with the pinkish-red tip of his sprung erect cock. If you didn’t think you’d be able to have Sukuna’s in your mouth, you’re going to need a diety’s grace to see what you can do with Toji’s. “Heh, think I’m too big fr’ you? How the hell is Kento handling a piece like you?”

“S–Shut up, stop bringing him up!” You shout at him, tired of being reminded of the love of your life whom you’re betraying right now. All for his sake, but still…

He chuckles at your reaction. “Little girl got spark, huh. Fine then, be a doll and put it in yourself.”

Cold sweat slides from your brow. Me? I’ve gotta put that shit in on my own!? But you have to. You know you do. So, with anxiousness pooling in your stomach, you bring your ass up and use your hand to align his cock to your wet cunt.

It takes a lot of mental motivation for you to continue, but slowly and surely, you push the folds of your cunt onto his glans. The pain you experience makes it excruciating to bear, but with steady breaths, you push the tip in with every exhale. And when it finally enters your vulva, a gasp erupts from your puffy lips and a hiss from the man with the scarred lip. “Mmmm, slow down, baby, slow it down…” That was probably the only words he’s ever said that you could trust, so you anchor your ass down, taking in every inch of his length with his hands guiding your ass down. When you reach the base, you give yourself a few seconds to adjust to his girth within your velvety walls. “Fuck, ya feel so nice and tight, princess.”

“Is that so?” Sukuna walks from behind. “Can’t wait for me to have a go.” You couldn’t even comprehend the meaning of that sentence because the salmon-haired one kicked your back. You are now mounted on Toji completely, the two of you facing each other while Sukuna crouches behind your ass. “Get ready, I’m putting it in.”

“Huh?” Wait, both at the same time!? “Ho–Hold on, I’ve never done it in my ass bef—“

“Doesn’t sound like a problem to me; guess I’ll be the first then,” he shuts down your argument and then bends down to use his fingers and spit to ease your asshole. It feels so gross and repulsive that you could puke right now. Not that it would matter to Sukuna because he’s already set on doing it — his fore and middle finger pushing in and out of your anus. When he feels you’ve loosened up, he’ll remove his digits and substitute them with his cock.

And he doesn’t warn you either, fucking bastard; he nudges his dick in his own countdown with no regard to how you’re feeling. Gripping onto the raven-haired man’s black shirt, Sukuna’s cock puts you through pain worth traumatizing, evoking screams that scratch your throat until he gets the whole thing in your ass. Nanami would never put you through this much pain. Never!

“Aww, y’re making the pretty girl cry,” Toji teases condescendingly, chuckling at the sight of you burying your head in his chest to shield the embarrassment.

Sukuna hums while grinding his hips to your ass, a tiny bit of blood painting his shaft. “Hmph, good, makes my enjoyment worthwhile. Now,” you shriek with the sudden snap of his hips to your ass. “Let’s get this show started.”

When Sukuna moves, Toji follows right after, and you’re left to fend for yourself in this unsteady tempo from both your holes. You start seeing stars from the unusual stimulation, and your mind and vision become so blurry that it hurts to think. Hell, it hurts to try and concentrate on one dick at a time! One is currently scraping the wells of your walls in a way that your slit clenches around him, while the other churns your insides from the back that almost takes your breath away. More drool and tears seep into the black shirt you use to disguise yourself from them. This shit is already humiliating as is!

“C’mon now, baby. Show me that pretty face of y’rs.” Of course, Toji uses one hand to nudge your head to look at him. Your face is such a wet and hot mess, the sweat on your body making you sticky. The attempt to make sentences is beyond you, relying on moans and choked sobs to express your disorganized emotions. “There ya are. Good fuckin’ girl.”

Toji then takes your plump lips with his, his hand snaking to the back of your head to deepen the kiss. It was one thing letting them use your cunt and ass as they see fit; now, they dare to kiss you in a time like this. Oh, this is the absolute worst! How can you speak to Nanami ever again after this!? These lips are now sullied by the lips and cock of other men. You can’t ever go back and say that you were his, and it’s because of these assholes!!

…And what’s worse, you were starting to find enjoyment in what you were doing, sinking into Toji’s kiss and moaning into his scarred lips.

“Haahh…Mmmph…Damn, this slut is so fucking tight.” Sukuna watches your back glisten in the light while your ass quaked under his unstable momentum. He sneers before slapping your asscheek, resulting in a rushed moan and a twitch from your pussy. Toji breaks the kiss. “Hey, keep doing that. Think they like it.”

With devilish glee, the tattooed other doesn’t hold back. He gives you another smack to the ass, and more loud purrs and shrieks fill the space between you three. Fast ruts to your soaping slit and ass coincide with the strikes to your butt, catching you off guard and leaving a stinging sensation every time.

It’s apparent now that your hips start to move on their own, riding out your own high while preparing for your orgasm that’s climbing up. And the raven-haired man notices as he puts your hand on your aching buttcheeks. “Goin somewhere, dollface?”

Oh, for fuck’s sake, let me come already!! “—Ahhnn, ooohhhh!! I’m about to cummm—I’m gonna break—Eeyahhh!!!

“That so?” You want to wipe that smirk off his stupid, dumb, handsome face. “Then go ahead and get dirty, princess. Ring us up.”

Your arousal staggers up when both of their thrusts fall into a unity, the tender spots of your gummy walls from your ass and cunt being hit and abused prompt more ecstatic moans and your head pounding with every jab. Almost there, almost! Please, please, I want it!! And you are finally given what you want; your release crashes into you in a hard swoop, the shocks crawling up your body while your holes contract around both men’s cocks. Your brain falls into an erotic trance; you only care about the euphoric sensations tingling around your body. Dizziness overtakes you, and your head descends back on Toji’s chest.

“Hmph, you really a pathetic pet.” Sukuna grinds his pelvis into your sensitive ass. The aftershocks from your release still make your body react to their movements. “Chasing for your own orgasm, huh. We outta fuck that selfishness right out of you, damn brat…”

You don’t say anything — more like you don’t have the energy to. Your ass and chasm are too stuffed to keep your mind active, and your eyelids feel too heavy to keep up. It probably was from all that crying and screaming. All you want to do is go back to sleep in your bed at your cozy apartment. But that must be asking for too much. Just please end this nightmare…

Kenty…Please forgive me, I’m so sorry….

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You can’t remember how sleep found you that night. But your eyes open to the ray of sunshine that peaks through the binds of your bedroom. Wait, my bedroom!?

You shoot up from your bed, the soft comforter and sheets peeling off your skin, and the cool air from the air conditioning welcomes you back to your personal space. Everything untouched, everything where it’s supposed to be — where you’re supposed to be.

A deep breath is the first thing you do when you wake up, following a long exhale. Was I dreaming? You would’ve accepted that delusion had you not looked down to realize that your figure was covered with one of your oversized shirts, remembering that your old pajamas were cut and torn up. Flashes of last night return to haunt you, and shivers travel down your spine from realizing what transpired at those ungodly hours. You quickly check your sheets for any stains — Thank God, none. Funny how a pair of serial killing assholes have the decency to clean up your body.

And then a sudden feeling of dread crawls up after hearing your phone vibrating on your nightstand. You hurry to check the screen to find out it was a text message from Nanami. It’s a Saturday, 9 a.m. He’d usually be sleeping in until noon. Curious, you unlock your phone to check what your boyfriend is texting you about.

Recent Message from: ♡ my bby nanamiii ♡

Hey, Y/n. Hope you slept well and everything’s okay. I’m coming from Geto’s place after picking up Haibara, who is going through the worst hangover right now. He said he wants to see you and that you make the best meals for his hangovers. I don’t want to intrude if you’re not up for guests, so please tell me so I can take him somewhere else. But otherwise, we’ll be there at around 30-45 mins. Let’s just relax this weekend, okay?

Reading the text as you fall in love with him all over again. After what you’ve gone through, knowing that he’s safe and sound from any trouble, all you want right now is to be around him and hold him close. To be with him and forget about everything that’s happened.

You send a heartwarming reply saying you’ll be waiting for the two of them. Then, you remove yourself from the bed and stretch out your fatigued muscles. Ugh, I should probably shower before Nananmi gets here…

However, before you lift your shirt and head for the bathroom, you notice a glass of water and a bag full of pills. Huh…I definitely didn’t have that there when I went to sleep before I was taken. And next to the glass was a folded piece of paper. Curiosity got the best of you this morning as you picked up the material to read its contents.

And this is where you knew your life was changing, for better or worse. Your legs give out, making you fall to your knees with a shaky breath, the hairs of your body standing, and your heart on the verge of leaping out of your mouth. What you read crushed your whole being, leaving you cold in this world — worse than the autumn breeze.

Yo, thanks for the great time last night. Keep that up, and your pretty boytoy will keep standing. Here’s water and birth control, and keep that bag safe. Wouldn’t wanna end up losing it for the next time we fuck you dumb. See ya later, pet.

SR + TF

♱ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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Serendipity. 5

as two childhood friends are reunited, they are presented with a proposition that will tie them together for good. Will they be able to remember the feelings of their youth, or will time have taken its toll and made irreparable changes to each of them?

pairing - sukuna/ f. reader

genre - arranged marriage, unrequited love, modernAU, 18+

warnings - profanity, explicit language, suggestive smut, handjob, blowjob, vaginal sex, creampie, angst, fluff, death, violence, ooc sukuna (?) [I like to think he's secretly soft for his love]

Part. 4

a/n : halfways (ish) there!

as always, feedback is loved here <3

You closed your eyes, your head spinning at the alcohol you had consumed and at Hakari’s confession. His look wavered at your silence, but ever the determined individual, he began pulling you closer. He brought his hand up to your face and caressed your cheek with his thumb tenderly, “Y/N you don’t have to say anything right now but know that I love you and no matter what happens, I will always be there for you.”

As he muttered these words, he began inching closer, and as he was about to kiss you, you heard a curse behind you. “Kinji, what the fuck do you think you’re doing.” Feeling a shock through your spine, you straightened and pulled your hands from Hakari’s. As if on cue, you felt his hand grab the back of your dress and pull you back.

Looking up, you saw Sukuna’s back, and him shaking in anger. You tried to tell him to back off but could not find your voice. You were a little drunk and hated yourself at not having shut down Hakari much sooner, but while you cared for him as a friend, did not believe you could have feelings for someone else until you figured out this thing with Sukuna once and for all.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing with my wife?” Sukuna’s fists clenched and unclenched dangerously, and you knew you had to deescalate the situation quick. With a sardonic laugh, Hakari walked closer to him, coming face to face with Sukuna. “You don’t deserve her, man. Anyone can see how much she suffers because of you, you’re fine with that? She’s too good of a person to tell you anything but there are other people that care about her.”

The aura around Sukuna turned somehow even deadlier, and he brought his hands up to grab Hakari’s jacket and shook him harshly. “Know your place, fool,” Sukuna sneered, “you know nothing about her and mine’s relationship. Shut your mouth before I kick your ass.”

With a light chuckle, Hakari grabbed Sukuna’s hands and pulled them off him. “In that case she must know what a piece of shit you are, and how you bring disaster anywhere you go.” You frowned. Even though Sukuna and you were currently not living together, it bothered you that Hakari was saying these things to him, especially at seeing Sukuna stiffen at the last accusation.

“Hakari, stop. I’m sorry if I gave any indication that I felt any differently than our friendship…b-but I’m married and you’re my friend,” you felt tears rolling down your face already. Turning to look at you, Hakari smiled warmly at you, “I mean everything I said. I love you and I am there when you need me.”

At this, a loud thud sounded throughout the gardens and as if in slow motion, you saw Sukuna’s fist connect with Hakari’s jaw, sending him crashing to the ground. You gasped, and as you were leaning over to check on him, Sukuna turned on his heel and grabbed your hand, pulling you with him. Turning to look at Hakari, you saw him standing, and he shook his head, assuring you he was fine with a quick nod. You turned to look at Sukuna, trying to keep up with him with his long strides and fast pace. It was all so much harder in your heels and I he roared state.

“S-slow down. I can’t run with these shoes right now. And w-where are we going? I’m heading home.” Sukuna stopped, and for the first time it seemed that he really was seeing you. Turning to look at you, he fixed his grip on your wrist and said as if it was the most obvious thing ever, “we’re going home. You’re coming with me.”

Upset, you looked around the garden to see if there was anyone around. You began pulling your hand from His grip, trying to head back into the hotel. “N-no. I want to go to my place; I don’t want to be with you right now.” You kept pulling your hand from his, but it made no difference. Sukuna was much stronger than you, so the only one putting any real effort was you. “Stop acting like this you brat. You’re coming with me. This being apart is enough, I’m taking you to our home. Your place is with me.”

At this, you felt all the rage you had tried to keep bottled up spill and spread throughout your body. You had needed these words and assurance from earlier on. Why did he feel that he could just say this, and you would come running back? What’s more, you felt furious and stupid at knowing that you were so in love with him that as soon as he said those words, you’d forgive everything and the emotional neglect and go back to him.

Knowing you were not strong enough to pull away from him or move him, you still began pulling your hand from his grip. “So, when someone shows the slightest interest in me, that’s when you decide that you want me with you?” Sukuna’s eyes widened at your state. “Y/n- “a loud sob escaped from you as you continued to pull at him. “Just leave me alone, go find Yuki. She’s so much prettier and obviously better than me! Marry her, fuck her, just be with her and leave me alone!” As you continued your tirade, Sukuna tried to grab your other hand and growled, “I told you I never fucked her when I married you. Why are- “with your tears flowing freely now, you turned to look at him and brought your free hand to beat on his chest. “I don’t care about that! You went to her and talked to her about us, your problems, everything. I wanted you to trust me, want to confide in me. If you c-couldn’t love me, a-at least I wanted us to b-be friends and have you trust me more than anything.”

While your outburst had made you feel as if weeks of tension were lifted off your shoulders, you suddenly felt exhausted, and noticed that you were leaning heavily on Sukuna. He had let go of your hand, and had his hands lightly wrapped around you. “I’m sorry,” you muttered, sniffing loudly, and closing your eyes. “No, y/n. I’m sorry.” You both stayed like that for a couple of more second before you turned to walk away. Before you could get far, you felt his hand close around your wrist, and before you could argue, he pulled you towards him as he pulled you up and carried you over his shoulder.

“W-what are you doing! Let me go, I d-don’t want to go with you!” You wriggled around and began flailing around. Even though you were trying your best to have him drop you, his iron grip around your legs never wavered. You continued kicking your legs as best you could when you noticed Sukuna was walking towards a side door. With a quick knock, it was opened, and you saw Uraume usher the two of you in. “Hi Uraume,” you muttered, as you landed a kick to Sukuna’s ribs. With glee, you noticed his sharp intake of breath. “Hi Ms. Y/N, I-I’m sorry about this.”

With a wave of your hand, you assured him it was t your fault as you thought of something. You tried raising your head, but with your upside-down position and constant swinging instantly made you almost throw up. “Uraume, can you please find Shoko and tell her I’m with him?” You saw Uraume shift nervously, when Sukuna nodded, “go ahead. If she needs anything tell her to call me.”

As Uraume bowed and quickly ran off, you began to feel more nauseous. “Sukuna, please let me down.” With a chuckle, he began heading up some stairs. “No way doll, you’ll just try to get away.” As he continued to go up the stairs, your frustration began to bubble up again. “All I’ve asked is for you to trust me. This is uncomfortable and… w-why can’t you just trust me!” With renowned energy, you began flailing around again as Sukuna opened a side door and began walking down a new hallway.

“I h-hate you. So much,” you quietly sobbed as you hear Sukuna scan something and open a door. You could see that you were in one of the suites, and as he made his way to the bedroom, you continued to quietly sob, clutching fistfuls of his jacket.

Sukuna came to a stop, placing you carefully down. You knew you should have instantly left, walked away, but you had missed him. You had missed his warmth, his smell, and his sure hands, making you feel safe. Even if he had never told you he loved you, you liked to think he felt a semblance of something similar with his actions.

You felt his hand on the small of your back, his other hand on the back of your head pulling you to him, stroking your hair tenderly. “I really want to be with you, I know everything is so fucked up right now, but please come back to me.” You whimpered at his words, feeling your heart squeeze. Your hands came up to clutch at his lapels. “Do you really hate me little one?”

You quickly shook your head, nuzzling into him. Instantly, his arms tightened around you. “I should, but I don’t. I can’t.” You shuffled around and removed your ring, grabbing his hand and handing it to him. His eyes widened in fear, making you remember when you were kids, and how scared he would be whenever his father would yell at him. “Why are you taking this off?”

As you began to take a step back, he quickly walked towards you, eyes still wide with fear. “Sukuna, we can’t keep doing this to each other. You don’t want to be with me, I can’t give you what you need. It’s better if we go our separate ways, I-it’s better if we stop putting so much pressure on us.” You tried to keep walking back, but Sukuna reached out to grab your hand. “P-please, it’s okay. It will be hard at first, but we’ll be better down the road. I will talk to your father and say I asked for this.”

“So, you lied? When you said you loved me?” Your eyes widened in surprise, why was he bringing this up? “N-no I didn’t lie, but this is not good for either of us- “as you were about to continue, you stopped talking once you saw Sukuna drop down to his knees and pull you towards him.

“Please don’t leave me,” he pleaded, wrapping his arms around your waist, and burying his face against your belly, “please stay with me, be with me y/n.” You panicked. While you had known Sukuna pretty much your whole life, you had never seen him show such explicit emotion. “G-get up, it’s okay. It’ll be f-fine Sukuna.” He hugged you tighter, and you heard his voice break, “you don’t even believe that.”

You leaned down, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, and tried getting him to stand. After coaxing him some more, he finally decided to stand up, but continued holding on to you. “You’re my best friend Y/N, and I know you don’t believe me but if you stay with me, I will make you believe it. My biggest mistake was leaving and not staying with you all those years back. I trust you wholeheartedly.”

He brought his hands up to your face, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs. Looking into your eyes one last time, he leaned in and kissed you.

You tried to remain strong in your resolve, but Your heart won out in the struggle, and how could you reject him when his lips slotted perfectly against yours? With a wanton moan, you threw your arms around his neck, pressing as close to him as possible. Sukuna’s hands explored your body hungrily, as if to remember the planes of your body after spending time apart. Walking you back towards the bed until the back of your knees pressed against it, he lowered you carefully as you two continued kissing, a clash of teeth and tongues.

He pulled back to look at you. His cock stirred, pressing uncomfortably against his slacks at your flushed face and swollen lips from kissing and crying. He hated himself at seeing your red rimmed eyes, but his insides pooled with warmth at seeing the love filled gazed you looked at him with. “W-what’s wrong?” You whispered. With a smile, Sukuna shook his head, leaning down to peck your lips. “You’re beautiful y/n.” You flushed in embarrassment, turning your head. He gingerly grabbed your jaw, turning you to look at him and kissed the tip of your nose, then kissed your lips, once, twice before capturing your lips against his and slipping his tongue into your mouth.

Sukuna began to kiss down your neck and down to your chest. Nipping at your skin through the tule on your dress. Carding your fingers through his soft, pink locks, you arched your back as he made his way down to your core. Pulling the skirt of your dress up, he began bunching the fabric around you, and seeing your lacy black panties, pressed a soft kiss on your mound. He looked up at you and you quickly nodded, leaning back on your elbows.

Peeling your panties off, he began trailing kisses on your inner thigh, caressing the other one. As you squirmed, you could feel your slick pooling at the entrance of your cunt, incredibly aroused. Embarrassed at feeling so sensitive so fast, you involuntarily canted your hips up, causing Sukuna to chuckle. “S-sorry,” you whimpered. You felt his hands come up to your cunt, his thumbs spreading your lips open and pressing a kiss to your clit. “Don’t apologize doll. I would be buried in you all day if I could. Pressing another kiss to your clit, he licked a stripe up your cunt and latched on to your bud, sucking and flicking his tongue.

“Ahh. S-Sukuna, pl… ngh!” You whimpered loudly, feeling your eyes roll to the back of your head as Sukuna inserted two fingers into you, scissoring and prepping you for him. His ministrations did not stop, he continued to suck at your clit like a starved man, while his fingers where now rubbing at that sponge y spot inside of you. You could feel warmth pulling in the pit of your stomach, your toes clenching as you felt your orgasm crashing over you, an over whelming amount of pleasure coasting all throughout your spine. As you tried to calm you breathing down, Sukuna got up from his place between your legs and looked down at you. With your hair in disarray and smudged makeup he had never found you more beautiful.

He smiled at you, and quickly got up to remove his jacket and shirt. As he moved to remove his belt, you quickly got up and placed your hands over his. “M-may I?” You quietly asked. If he was surprised, he didn’t show it, but with sure hands you quickly unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. Before you could lose your edge, you dropped his pants and began palming his hard cock over his boxers. Sukuna hissed, and with a sharp intake of breath, he shut his eyes tight. “Fuck doll- that feels good.” Without looking at him, you hooked your fingers on the elastic and began pulling them down. As you were about to free his cock, he gently held one wrist with his large hand and with the other placed a finger under your jaw, turning your head up to look at him.

“While I would love to fuck your mouth, you don’t have to do this doll.” You quickly shook your head, speaking with more confidence than what you felt, “I want to. I’ve never d-done this though, so I’m sorry if I’m bad.” A smirk spread over Sukuna’s face as he leaned in to peck your forehead, “we have a lifetime to practice.”

With that last reassurance, you grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the bed. Pushing him to sit down, you quickly brought your hands to the back of your dress to unzip it. Pooling at your feet, you quickly stepped to the side, and realizing you had not worn a bra, you were now naked with just your heels on. Looking back at Sukuna, you saw him shift impatiently, but giving you your time. The look he was giving you, though, made you clench instantly, and you could feel your slick pooling at your entrance again.

Stepping out of your heels, you quickly walked towards him and kneeled in front of him. Hooking your fingers in the elastic once more, you began to pull his boxers down. Sukuna raised his hips, and once you had freed his cock, it smacked against his hard stomach with a soft thwap.

His size always surprised you, even if you both had already slept together. You see a bead of pre on his tip, with shaky hands you run your thumb over his slit, smearing it across his cock. You pump him a few more times and after seeing him shudder in pleasure, you run your tongue across his slit slowly. With a low groan, Sukuna shuts his eyes and throws his head back. Your confidence building, you take him in your mouth, as far as you can. When you feel close to your limit, you leave him in your mouth a few second before coming up for air.

You see Sukuna breathing heavy, and with newfound confidence, you run your tongue along the thick vein underneath his shaft and around the bulbous head. You take him in once more, and bob your head up and down, your hand squeezing lightly at where you cannot reach him, your other hand fondling his balls lightly. You took him once more as far as you could go, feeling him in the back of your throat. Humming, you turned to look at Sukuna, whose eyes were squeezed shut. You began bobbing your head up and down once more, feeling him twitch inside of you.

Running your tongue along his shaft, you felt Sukuna’s hand card through your hair, and before you knew it, he had pulled you off him. Confused, you were about to ask him if you had done anything wrong, when you saw him pump his cock a few times and warm spurts of cum began coating your tits. Before you could say anything else, Sukuna leaned down, kissing you passionately, and pulling you into his arms. You flung your arms around his neck, trying to get as close to him as possible. Your pebbled nipples rubbed against his chest, causing you to moan into his mouth, and as you grind lightly against him, you felt his still hard cock rub against your lower stomach.

As you continued kissing, Sukuna flipped the two of you, laying you down gently and pressing you down with his body. You brought one hand down to stroke his dick lightly, as he began nipping at your jaw. Moving lower, he began kissing your breasts lovingly, leaving purple and red marks on his path. Sukuna left one last mark, then took in a pebbled nipple in his mouth. Swirling his tongue around the bud, his other hand came up to twist and pull at your other breast, not satisfied until it was a pointed peak.

As you arched your back to press your breasts against him, you increased the pressure on his cock, and feeling your release close you whimpered. “I-I’m close, darling.”

At the loving pet name, Sukuna released you instantly, and leaned up to look at you. You were about to complain, when you felt him press the tip of his leaking cock against your clit. “I want to feel you cream around my dick baby. And I’m sorry I surprised you there, but if I’m going to cum again, I’m going to cum inside of you,” and before you could say anything, he sheathed himself in you in one thrust.

Giving you a few moments to adjust, he nuzzled into your neck, pressing open mouthed kisses along your pulse point. Once you felt your fluttering hole adjust a bit more to him, you expected him to begin moving erratically, but where surprised when Sukuna began grinding his hips against you slowly, sensually. He cupped your jaw with his large hand and turned you so he could look into your eyes as he fucked into you slowly.

As he kept grinding into you, he pressed his forehead against yours and looked at you lovingly. With his other hand, he brought it down between the two of you and began rubbing tight circles on your sensitive, puffy clit. You whimpered at the overstimulation, loud moans bubbling out of you. You felt your release nearing again, and Sukuna felt it too, at the way your body began to tense once more.

“Are you close doll?” You could only nod, tears beginning to gather at your lash line. While you had already had sex with Sukuna, this time felt different. This felt like he truly cared about you and was trying to convey everything he couldn’t tell you this way. All you had wanted was to feel this closeness and being needed from him, and feeling as if he truly loved you, your orgasm washed over you, overwhelmingly stronger than you had felt before.

Sukuna continued rubbing circles on your clit, still rolling his hips into your abused hole. But as you brought your hands up to hug him closer to you, his breathing became raged and with a few more pumps, you felt the too familiar warm ropes of fun painting your insides. As the two of you continued breathing heavy, you brought one hand up to run your nails up and down his scalp. He pressed a fast kiss on your lips and leaned into your neck to muzzle into you.

You didn’t know how long you remained in that position, but it felt right. As Sukuna’s Cock became flaccid, you could feel his cum seeping it of your hole. Pulling out of you slowly, he quickly got up and walked over to the bathroom. You sat up, and before you could get up, he came back with a damp cloth and began cleaning you up. As he ran the towel over your breasts, he cleared his throat. “We can go home, or if you’re too tired we can just stay here.”

You felt the wave of exhaustion wash over you, the adrenaline of the whole situation long gone. “We can stay here if it’s okay with you.” His head snapping to look at you, you smiled and leaned into him, pressing your cheek against his shoulder. “O-okay.” He quickly tossed the towel onto a nearby chair, and pulling you to him, covered the two of you with a blanket.

A thought did pop into your head, preventing you from falling asleep. “How did you have this room ready.” You felt Sukuna shift uncomfortably behind you. Your heart began to stop, thinking that he might have gotten this room for him and someone else. “I already had this plan to drag you here so we could talk. We would be leaving together no matter what in my head,” he said as he pulled pins out of your hair. “I didn’t count on Hakari confessing his love for you,” he added petulantly. You could hear the pout in his voice. Giggling softly, you turned in his arms to look up at him, “for now let’s sleep. We can talk tomorrow, yeah?”

Smiling, Sukuna nodded, and pressing a quick kiss to your lips, shut the light off.

The next morning, you began stirring, feeling too hot. As you opened your eyes, you noticed you were on Sukuna’s chest. Blinking rapidly, you tried to not move a lot in case he was still asleep. As you settled on his chest once more, you noticed your ring was back in your left hand. As you brought your hand closer, you heard a soft hum reverberating under you. “I hope you don’t mind, I put it on last night.”

You turned to look at him, resting your cheek against him. “It’s okay, I was planning to ask you for it.” Smiling, he ran his finger along your jaw. “Uraume came by this morning, you only had your dress, so he dropped some clothes off for the two of us. We can have breakfast here or back home; I know I promised you a conversation.”

Nodding, you began to get up, Sukuna following behind you. The two of you were still naked, which made you flush instantly. As you walked over to the bathroom, you felt Sukuna following closely behind you. As you turned on the water, he stood behind you, rubbing sleep out of his eyes.

As you were about to get in, he cleared his throat, “Mind if I jump in with you?” You smiled, trying not to look at his body, but failing miserably, “s-sure, come on in.” With a smile, he followed in behind you. “Don’t worry, I won’t do anything. I’m sure you want to get home already, and if we start, we’ll just stay here another night.”

Your thighs clenched instantly at his words, something not missed by him. With a chuckle, he began to wash his hair as you started to wash your body. While he was right, in that you wanted to go home already, you enjoyed having sex with Him, and being in closed quarters with him, made you throb with need. Besides, you couldn’t help but wonder how it would be to have shower sex with him.

Before you could jump him, you finished showering and hoped out, Sukuna following close behind. Both of you changed, exchanging a few words. Once ready, you gathered your things and headed down to the lobby, where Sukuna asked the valet for his car. Soon, both of you were on the way to your home. As Sukuna parked in the garage, you both got off and headed towards the elevator. As you waited for the right floor, Sukuna shifted nervously from foot to foot. He never acted like this, so you figured he was nervous for whatever reason. As the doors opened to your floor and Sukuna opened the door for you, you quickly dropped your bag in the table near the entrance, removing your shoes and walking towards the living room.

Deciding it was best if you were not close to him while you talked, you sat in the armchair near the window. Sukuna had followed you in and sat across from you in the couch. Looking at him expectantly, you brought your clenched hands to rest on your lap. “I know that when I asked you to marry me, you were confused. There are various reasons why I wanted to marry you, but I can assure you it was never to take advantage of you Y/N.” He ran his hands through his hair, seemingly nervous to open up to you.

“When I said that I would never cheat on you, I meant it. Yuki was an ex…well, she can’t even be called that. We never officially dated, just…slept together but all of that stopped long before I planned to ask you to marry me.”

“I understand why you’re hurt; you feel like I don’t trust you or don’t want to confide in you,” Sukuna paused, taking a deep breath, “but it’s nothing like that. I would trust you with my life. I just am trying to not drag you into my shit.” Leaning forward, Sukuna rested his elbows on his knees, covering his face with his hands. You almost went to him, but stopped yourself, you were somewhat getting the answers you had been looking for.

“I know how you felt before about me…feel, still,” he continued. “And I want you to know that you were always the most important person for me growing up. Every single second I spent with you was the best. If you’re worried you don’t have my…affection, don’t be. My heart has always been yours. I know that you’re probably more confused than before, but I’m trying to protect you from my bullshit. Please, just trust me.”

You were conflicted. Knowing Sukuna all your life, you knew when he was being sincere and when he was lying. You knew he was being sincere as he was never big in showing his real emotions throughout his life. He seemed scared of you leaving and knowing that he was open to telling you the reason for his change made you feel somewhat relieved. Standing, you walked over to him, and kneeling in front of him, you cradled his face with your hands, pressing your forehead against his.

“Your problems became mine the moment we got married. I’ll be waiting for you to be ready to tell me what is going on, but for now, all I ask is for you to tell me anytime you need me.” Eyes glassing over, he placed his hands over your own, nodding and kissing you deeply. As you pulled away, you ran your nose along his, and standing up, quickly brushed a stray tear from your eye. “Now, what do you want for breakfast?” With a smile, he stood and followed behind you as you walked over to the kitchen, “at this point anything. It got ugly while you were not here.” Smiling, you began to prepare breakfast as Sukuna sat at the bar and proceeded to tell you everything you had missed while you had been away.

The next morning you woke earlier than usual. You noticed a Sukuna’s heavy arm draped over your waist. Giggling softly, you carefully removed yourself from his embrace and got up to get ready for the day. After a quick shower and putting your clothes on for the day, you noticed Sukuna was still asleep, and being early you headed to the kitchen to make some breakfast and a bento for Sukuna. After packing everything up, you heard the bedroom door opening and Sukuna’s footsteps heading your way. “Morning doll,” he muttered, voice still heavy with sleep. He walked over to you, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. “Sounds like you had a restful night,” you said, smiling.

“Best night in weeks, honestly,” Sukuna said as he bit into his toast. Smiling, you quickly went for your bag and quickly came back to eat breakfast with your husband. Later, as you were both heading out the door, you turned to Sukuna sheepishly. “Sorry to assume, but will you be driving me to work?” With a grin, he grabbed into your hand and led you to his car, opening the door for you and ushering you in. After a quick drive, he pulled to the front of your office and leaned over the console to grab your neck and pull you towards him, “I hope you don’t mind I can’t walk you in today doll, but there’s a meeting I have to head to. Mm… I can be a little late if you want though.”

You instantly felt heat pooling at the pit of your stomach. Shaking your head slightly, you smiled, “No, I understand. I’ll see you after work,” and leaned in to press a quick kiss to his lips. As you were about to pull away, Sukuna’s grip on your neck tightened slightly and he pulled you back in. He began kissing you feverishly, you with the same enthusiasm. As your kissing began escalating, he bit your lower lip lightly, making you whimper, and he slipped his tongue into your mouth.

As you continued kissing and tongues sloppily caressing each other, you pulled away before things escalated more. Rubbing your nose against his, you shakily said, “you better go now, or you’ll be late. I don’t want you to get in trouble on my accord.” With a smirk, he let go of you and ran his thumb across your lip. “We’ll continue this later at home, we do gotta make up for lost time.” Instantly blushing, you quickly gathered your things and got off the car. Before you could close the door though, you head Sukuna calling out your name. Turning, you looked at him. “I’m glad your back home doll, back with me Y/N.” With wide eye, you nodded and closed the door. As Sukuna drove away, you waved, and once you were no longer able to see his car, you walked into your office.

As you made your way into your building, you quickly shut the door to your office, hoping to get some work done quietly, when the door slammed open. “What the hell happened last night! Are you okay?” Shoko whispered loudly, making her way around your desk to stand in front of you. After making sure the door was closed, you pulled her over to the couch.

“Everything is fine, I moved back in with him and we had a good conversation,” you said. The frown in Shoko’s face let you know she did not believe you. “O-okay. I know that makes you happy, so I’m happy, but why did I see Hakari with a busted lip this morning? And also, I saw that whore Yuki yesterday. So trashy," Shoko muttered, "Do I need to kick her ass still?” Eyes widening, you cursed inwardly. After all the events of last night and this morning, you had completely forgotten about Sukuna decking Hakari.

“Geez, I dont want to think about her right now, she's not important. But, fuck, do you know if Hakari is in yet?” Shoko looked at you worriedly, “he said he had some on site meetings today, so he won’t be in until later or maybe until tomorrow depending on how they go. What happened Y/N?” Shutting your eyes and rubbing your temples slightly, you groaned, “last night Hakari said he was in love with me and wanted to know if I would consider him. Basically, Sukuna heard and after some back and forth, punched him.”

Since this had been the longest you had ever heard Shoko being quiet, you quickly turned to look at her. With wide eyes, she looked at you and whistled lowly, “Geez, so much happened yesterday. What are you going to do?” You knew you owed him to have a conversation with him. Even though he was such an amazing employee, you had to realize it was possible he would be uncomfortable working for you and would ask to leave. While that was a possibility that would be a huge blow to your company, you saw him as a good friend first and would take that chance stead you took Advantage of him.

“I need to tell him it is not going to happen, even if I was not with Sukuna,” you said quietly. Nodding, Shoko quickly brought her hand over yours and squeezed reassuringly. Clearing her throat, she quickly got up and brushed her pants, “well, all we can do now is work, we have a meeting in 5 minutes to discuss the upcoming quarter, so let’s go.”

With a smile, you quickly stood up and followed her out into the hall and into the conference room. As you took your seat at the head of the table, others quickly began filing in. After a few pleasantries, one of the executives, Nanami, began his presentation. You had always enjoyed Nanami’s presentations, you never found them boring, always concise and to the point. For some reason today, you were not able to focus. You suddenly began to feel dizzy, and your vision began to blur. Closing your eyes, you tried to breathe in deeply to calm yourself. “Do you need to step out Y/n?” Nanami’s voice jolted your eyes open. “No, sorry. Please, continue,” you smiled tightly. Looking at you worriedly, Nanami’s lips set in a thin line as he continued. Stealing a glance at you, Shoko worriedly whispered over to you, “step out, I will take over.”

You quickly shook your head, flashing a smile at her. Shoko frowned, but new not to press you right now. As the presentation continued, you began to feel dizzier, and your ears began to ring. Once Nanami finished and the usual post presentation questions were done, you got up to deliver a few remarks when your vision suddenly began spotting. All you could remember was Shoko’s yelp of worry as everything went dark around you.

Sukuna walked into the cafe, and after a nod to the owner, headed towards the back. Sure enough, Hakari was sitting there, scrolling through his phone. “I didn’t think you’d come Hakari,” said Sukuna, pulling out a chair. “Well, how could I say no to an old classmate?”

With a hum, Sukuna began clenching his hands. “You know what I want to talk to you about,” Sukuna said drily. Taking a sip of his coffee, Hakari turned to look at him drily, “you know how I feel. I know how she feels. I don’t give a fuck how you feel. What else is there to talk about?” Sighing, Sukuna rubbed his eyes, “By the way, I’m sorry about that.” Nodding towards Hakari’s busted lip, Hakari smiled. “I know you well enough to know when you’re lying.” With a chuckle, Sukuna shook his head. “I’m sorry, only because I know it bothered Y/N, but in my opinion, you deserved it. Maybe I should apologize to her about it. Also, I came to talk to you as a man. To ask you to leave her alone.”

Scoffing, Hakari leaned back on his chair. “Please Sukuna, I hear how she suffers because of you. I see how it brings her down that you don’t give her the love she needs. Even if you have known each other since you were children, do you think that old friendship is the only thing that can keep the two of you together? Don’t you think she needs love and affection from you, the person she loves the most? I know that she does not love me, but I want to give her that option when you inevitably break her heart, and she realizes you don’t love her.”

Sukuna stared at Hakari, mulling over his words. He understood where he was coming from, but he didn’t know your history together. Sighing, Sukuna leaned forward, trying to choose his words carefully. “I love Y/N. I love her more than I can fathom Kinji. I am an idiot for not having told her this before, I was just hoping I made it obvious enough. I will love her for the rest of my days, making sure I am worthy of her, but if I have to fight you again for her, I will do that.”

Hakari looked at Sukuna with wide eyes, never imagining he’d sat those words. Noticing he was staring at his phone strangely, he decided to end this meeting as soon as possible. He still had one last concern though. “I can respect that. But with this new start, will you tell Y/N you’re the reason her parents passed away?”

Hearing those words made the usually sure Sukuna blanched, all color draining from his face. As he was reminded of the reason why he had tried to keep Y/N at arm’s length, his phone kept buzzing. Trembling, he picked up the call. “Ieiri, right now is not a go- “Hakari frowned. Something must have happened for Shoko to call Sukuna directly. He knew it was not work related, so it had to be about Y/N for her to be calling him with how much she disliked him.

Sukuna felt lightheaded. He never imagined his world would come crumbling so easily down. At Shoko’s next words, Sukuna felt despair he had not felt in very long. “Shut up and listen to me. Y/N is in the hospital.”

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ೀ ׅ ۫ . 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓 ? 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐑𝐘𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ! (𝒮𝒰𝒦𝒰𝒩𝒜 𝑅𝒴𝒪𝑀𝐸𝒩)

sukuna ryōmen x f!reader ﾉ 18+ content. ﾉ nsfw + unprotected sex / raw sex ﾉ rough sex ﾉ reader is in heat ﾉ huge size kink ﾉ creampie ﾉ slight tit play ﾉ slight dacryphilia ﾉ breeding kink ﾉ sukuna calls you 'mama' ﾉ mentions of having a baby ﾉ vaginal fingering ﾉ dildo ﾉ mdom + fsub ﾉ not proofread ! ૮Ꮚ ◞ ก ꒱১

never written 4 'kuna b4 ,, i had this on hold 4 a while, was jus . . rottin in my drafts 4 liek . . weeks . soooo i figured i shld finally finish it ! ^^ art credits go 2 @/NC9__ on twitter ♡ + ↻ are rlly appreciated ! !

You couldn't stop panting, the air around you humid and thick, heavy with the scent of your arousal. It was hard to concentrate, your mind foggy, your thoughts jumbled, your body overheating. Your skin was tingling, your stomach twisting in knots, a dull ache in your core. You were laying on your side, your body curled up, your hands gripping the sheets beneath you. The soft cotton of your shirt rubbed against your sensitive nipples, the friction causing a spark of pleasure to run through your veins, the muscles in your abdomen clenching, a moan slipping past your lips. Slick ran down your thighs as you squirmed, the girthy base of the toy buried inside of you making it impossible to move too much. Your walls were already fluttering around it, the stretch burning, your clit throbbing with every beat of your heart.

A low, guttural groan rumbled through the air, the bed dipping as the weight shifted, the mattress squeaking as Sukuna's large body moved closer. A rough, calloused hand cupped your ass, giving it a firm squeeze, causing you to whimper. "What's the matter, hm?" Sukuna's deep voice asked, his other hand sliding down the side of your leg, his touch leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. You whined, rolling over onto your back, your chest rising and falling rapidly. Your legs spread wider, exposing your dripping cunt, the tip of the toy poking out from between your folds. "R-ryyyooo.." You gasped, grabbing his arm, tugging on it, pulling him down until he was hovering above you. Your back arched, your breasts pressing against his chest, your arms wrapping around his neck, nails digging into his skin. "N-need you.." You whispered, pressing your face against his neck, nuzzling it, inhaling deeply. "Mmmh, please, please.." You begged, your teeth grazing over his pulse, nipping at his skin, tasting his sweat. "I-I can't wait anymore, I can't.." Sukuna's cock twitched at the desperate tone in your voice, his lips curling into a smirk. "M-maki-ing me wait… s' not fair.."

"You've waited this long, what's a little longer, angel?" He cooed, one hand moving down to stroke your inner thigh, the other gripping your chin, tilting it up so you were looking him in the eyes. Your lower lip quivered, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes, the ache in your core intensifying, the scent of his arousal overwhelming. "Please.." You pleaded, tears spilling from your eyes, your pussy clenching around the dildo inside you, your legs trembling. "D-dont want thi-this stupid thing.." You whined, reaching down and tugging on the end of the toy, the base stretching your entrance before popping out of you, leaving you feeling empty.

"Poor girl, so needy, so desperate.. ya just can't get enough, can you?" Sukuna growled, his hand moving to the back of your neck, squeezing it, his thumb brushing over your racing pulse. You bit your lip, shaking your head, a quiet moan slipping from between your lips. "C-can't.." You replied, squirming, your hips bucking. "Y-you do this to me.. only you.. y-your fault.. y-you made me like this.." You whimpered, grabbing his hand and guiding it between your legs, your eyes fluttering shut as he ran his fingers through your folds, rubbing circles on your clit. "Y-you make me wan-want this, need this.. make me crave your cock.. s-so big.. fill me up so good.." You mumbled, grinding against his hand, the pressure on your swollen bundle of nerves making your toes curl. "I-I can't- can't ever get enough.." You gasped, crying out when Sukuna's finger slid inside of you, the digit moving in and out, thrusting into you, making you mewl. Your cunt squeezed around it, a familiar pressure building in the pit of your stomach, your walls fluttering around his finger. "P-please, please.." You panted, writhing beneath him, your body covered in a thin sheen of sweat. "Please, need more..n-need more..need you..inside me.." Your words trailed off into a strangled cry when Sukuna pushed another finger into you, a loud squelch filling the room, arousal oozing out of your cunt, coating his hand.

Sukuna's pupils dilated, a low growl rumbling from deep within his chest, his breathing becoming ragged, his nostrils flaring. He pulled his fingers out of you, grabbing the dildo and tossing it off the bed, the pathetic replacement for his cock landing with a thud on the floor. His gaze dropped down, his tongue swiping over his lips as he watched your hole twitch, the rim puffy and red. "Fucking gorgeous.." He breathed, his hands moving to the front of his boxers, shoving them down, freeing his erection. Venous, thick, throbbing, his cock was a beautiful sight, the tip shiny with precum. "Open up, angel." He said, grabbing your thighs, spreading your legs wide open, pushing them back until they were pressed against your chest, your pussy on full display. Sukuna held onto the backs of your knees, lining the tip of his cock up with your dripping entrance. You gasped, your nails clawing at his biceps, a desperate sob escaping you when he pressed forward, the head of his cock pushing into you, stretching you open, velvety smooth heat enveloping him.

Your back arched, the breath knocked out of you, your body seizing up as the pain from being filled by his huge cock radiated through you. Sukuna bottomed out, the thickest part of his length buried deep inside you, his balls pressed against your ass. Your walls rippled around him, a visible bulge displaying the outline of his cock on your stomach. You whimpered, trembling, fat tears running down the sides of your face, your body struggling to accommodate his size. "Y-you're so big, Ryo, s-so big..!" You sobbed, the burning stretch too much, the pressure too intense, your mind fogging over, a primal urge taking over, urging you to submit to him, to let him use you, to take everything he had to give. "S-so full..I-I'm g-gonna breaaakk!" A crackle of pure pleasure raced up your spine, stars dancing in your vision. Though it definitely hurt, it was a good pain, an addictive sensation that sent your head spinning, leaving you craving more, craving the blissful release of a powerful orgasm.

"Yer not gonna break. I'm gonna take care of you, sweetheart, don't you worry about a thing.." Sukuna purred, his fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs. "Just relax, that's it, take a deep breath.. Ryo's gonna make ya a mess, baby." His crimson eyes glimmered with excitement, his teeth bared, his expression animalistic, almost feral. A deep, possessive rumble vibrated in his chest, a carnal desire coursing through his veins, his mind hazy, his control slipping like it always did whenever you were in heat. His hips pulled back, his cock sliding out of you halfway before thrusting back in, his movements slow and steady. The pain slowly subsided, the burning fading into an exquisite sensation, euphoria rushing through your veins. "O-oh-! Nnngh-ahhh, ahh, R-Ry-yo..!" The rapid movement of his hips forced you up the bed, the headboard hitting the wall repeatedly as your bodies rocked together, the wet sounds of sex filling the room. You were delirious, a constant stream of moans pouring from your mouth, drool leaking from the corner of your lips, your body moving in tandem with his. "Fuckin' perfect, mama, so fucking perfect, ya feel so fuckin' good.. fuckin' hell.." He moaned, his eyes never leaving yours, his gaze locked on you. You couldn't tear your eyes away from him either, his beauty captivating you, your heart skipping a beat every time his cock plunged into you. "I-I l-love y-yooouu.." You whispered, a choked cry leaving your throat when his tip rubbed against your g-spot, sending a shockwave through your system, pleasure exploding in your brain.

You were lost in the ecstasy, the intensity of it all driving you mad, your thoughts scattered. You felt feverish, delirious, dizzy, drunk off of the way he fucked you, the way he took complete control. "I love you, too, angel.. so fucking much.. ya make me so fuckin' happy, yer mine, all mine.." His nails scraped against your skin, the pain bringing you back down to reality. You nodded weakly, your cunt clamping down on him, your whole body going rigid, your toes curling. "O-oh, Ryo-o..I-I'm..I'm-! S-so close, m'so-oo, m'close..m'gonna-a-ah!" Your orgasm was building fast, a coil of pleasure winding tightly in the pit of your stomach. "S-so c-c-close..p-pleasepleasepleasepleaaaase.." You couldn't help but plead and beg, needing that extra push, that final little thing to send you careening over the edge. "G-gonna c-cu-u-m.." Sukuna smirked, his thrusts becoming deeper, harder, more precise. "M'sure ya are, mama.." He teased, his hand leaving your thigh and sliding up your stomach, his palm cupping your breast, his fingers rolling your nipple. You yelped, your whole body shaking, a high pitched whine coming out of you when his tongue darted out, licking a stripe up your throat. "M'gonna cum, too, sweetheart. Gonna pump ya full of my seed, knock ya up, breed ya till yer round.." He growled, his breath hot against your skin, his teeth nipping at your collarbone. "S-shit..m'so fuckin' close, angel.."

You keened, his words making the tension in your abdomen snap, your walls clenching, convulsing, milking his cock as your orgasm hit. "O-ohhh, o-oh god..! Ry-yo-oo.. f-fuck, fuck, fuccckk..!!" Your back arched, your legs locking around his waist, your heels digging into his back. A loud, guttural roar ripped from his throat as he came, his cock pulsating, hot sticky cum flooding your insides. The feeling of his seed spilling inside you sent a thrill down your spine, the knowledge that he had bred you making you feel satisfied and content. You slumped against the pillows, panting heavily, the aftershocks of your orgasm still tingling through your body, a few whimpers leaving you. Sukuna's thrusts slowed to a halt, his hips stilling as he rode out his high, his grip on you loosening. His cock slipped out of you, the head of it resting against your pussy lips. Your mixed fluids spilled out of you, coating the insides of your thighs, creating a puddle beneath you. Sukuna pressed his forehead against yours, a small smile forming on his lips, his crimson eyes twinkling. He placed a soft kiss to your lips, his nose bumping against yours. "Love ya, mama.." He mumbled, his voice hoarse, his hands caressing your thighs, soothing the sore muscles. "Our baby's gonna be so beautiful.. just like its mother.."

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