ღ heian sukuna x female! reader. lovey-dovey smut lowkey?? mdni please please. slave/pet vibes kind of, manhandling, power play, kidnapping, free use, surprisingly softer sex, mild choking, collar.
sukuna never saw much value for women. he would much rather completely annihilate a village instead of keeping a whining bitch by his side. sukuna likes his space, honestly, and would much rather take over kingdoms in peace than figure out a woman. his dick getting wet comes second to his ability to destroy with his sheer power.
well, except for the case of you. he found you picking vibrant flowers close to a town he had just decimated a couple of hours ago, your pastel pink kimono in sharp contrast to the red blood that splattered over his mostly bare body. he'll never forget the way your eyes widened first in concern, not fear, confused as to why you weren't immediately begging for your life or attempting to run away.
sukuna knew he was going to take you within seconds of making eye contact with you.
you quickly became his little fuck toy he would come back home to in between his missions. right before a conquering. right after he slaughtered thousands of people. the warmth of your pussy became something he yearned, a safe place for him to lose himself to. he'd never admit it, of course, and would rather you believe that you were just a creature for his dick to go into with a tight grip around your throat.
and in most ways, you were just a slave to him. he preferred to dress you up like a doll in pastel clothing that barely covered anything of yours modestly, jeweled up in whatever gold he had the careless foresight to keep. he enjoyed the way your tits would move freely from just walking barefoot on his marble floors. he liked being able to slap your bare ass, despite being surrounded by pathetic servants who would scurry away in fear behind him. the collar resting by your throat was a sharp reminder of his power over you.
sex with him was constant. he was, in fact, a curse, with no end to his inhumane stamina. your time mostly involved him being physically inside of you, or sleeping, since there was very little else you could literally do. sukuna would even make you feed yourself and him while sitting on top of his cock, reveling in the way your tiny arms would shake as you struggled to accommodate for his girth deep inside of you. sometimes he'd even shift his hips with a vicious smirk to his lips, hoping you would drop a piece of food to the ground so that he could shove your face down and make you eat it.
being with sukuna was always all-consuming and rough, and there was nothing much your pretty head could really worry about other than the large cock that would bully its way into places you didn't know existed. every night without fail he would split you open on his dick, growing even harder at your soft whimpers and stupidly gentle touches. no matter what sukuna did to you, you would always be so gentle. if he was fucking into you with the hardest pace he thought you could handle in missionary, his hands holding your legs as far apart as they could go, your soft hands would hold onto his biceps with the most delicate grip. everything you did, from the way you gazed upon him to the way you touched him was so tender, in sharp contrast to the way he expected you to. there was just never any malice or anger you carried within you, seemingly simply content with the way you lived. granted, sukuna did end up inadvertently spoiling you with the richest of fabrics and foods, but he just didn't understand you.
his favorite part of the night soon became after sex. he would carry your limpless, sometimes even unconscious body, to his shallow backyard hot spring, placing you in the water on top of him. he would let you rest your head on his shoulder, chest to chest, until you gathered your breath. and once you woke, he relished how your eyes would take a second to focus on him, enjoying the way your arms rested on his shoulders even though his arms lay outstretched by the lagoon border. like he didn't need to force you to look up at him or touch him so lovingly. as if he wasn't a psychotic serial killer who enjoyed murdering people on the daily.
you would grab the cleansing cloth behind his head and lather it with soap, softly rubbing his body in close circles to wash the sweat off of him. sukuna found it cute how you would bashfully avoid his eye contact even though you were sitting in his lap, millimeters away from his dick that could only ever remain upright at the mere thought of you. and when you discovered his rock hard cock, you would look up to him for permission, and would be met with a gaze so stoically intense you could barely decipher. a whirlwind of emotions you didn't once think sukuna was capable of. with the slightest nod of his head, you would start to put his cock back inside of you, holding the large expanse of his shoulders for your comfort as you stretched around him.
sukuna would watch you with hooded eyes as you lowered yourself without any of his help or guidance, in contrast to his normal domineering character that would drag your body into the positions he wanted you in. the soft moonlight would fall onto your whimpering face, and sukuna could do nothing but admire the one person who never begged him for their life, and would do anything he demanded in a heartbeat. he liked seeing the scrunch of your nose as you struggled to get accustomed to his shape even though he has been in your body thousands of times before, and the sparse freckles across your face he traced softly when you were sleeping without your knowledge.
and when he bottomed out, and your lips peppered small kisses around his face in gratitude for the lack of his usual roughness, sukuna believed this was the closest to love he would ever truly get to.
ღ SOFT KUNA AYEEE how do we feel hehe
