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You took some latin lessons back in high school or whatever school system you had and decide to flirt on the next level.
You don't simply say: 'Damn, you fine af.'
You say: 'Te in matrimony duceo!!'
Which means: I will lead you into marriage!/I will marry you!
Or: 'Me in matrimony duces!!'
Which means: You will lead me into marriage!/ You will marry me!
Or: 'Te amo.'
Which means: I love you.
Or: 'Me ama!'
Which means: Love me!
Do it next level, this man speaks latin. This isn't a dead language, because doctors (atleast where I come from), have to know latin. It's just reserved for a few people specifically.
Also, to study a language for your loved one is like...peak flirting and helpful for yourself!
So, what'll happen, if you say it to him?
I place my bets on him turning into a frilled lizard and hissing at you.
cw: 18+ content, nothing explicit but implied sex occurred, fluff, morning after,
characters: Lear, Nanu, Cyrus, Dulse
👑Lear💎
The softness of the bed under you hardly made you want to wake up, even if your mind was already up and running for the day.
It smelled of the sea and something floral – peaceful and calming. Slowly, you opened your eyes to raise up with a yawn. Only then did you feel your sleepiness vanish. This certainly was not your room. You laid atop a king-sized bed with a canopy alone. The room itself was massive and decorated in a highly elegant style – a sitting area near a window where wind blew in. Various plants were across the room, but hibiscus seemed to grow most prominently.
There was little doubt about whose room this was. After all, something so grandiose could only belong to one person. You got up in a panic, realising just what had led to this situation. Getting out of here was your top priority before a scandal arose or a thousand questions came about. You tried to find something to put on, but by the time you made to what you assumed might be a closet and a voice called your name quite loudly. A familiar voice that was impossible to mistake for another. You turned your head to see a certain prince bare to the world aside from a towel.
Violet eyes were exposed and locked directly onto you. His body was quite frail looking – as small as it seemed with his tailored clothes. Though, you saw a light lilac dart out just above what the towel covered. His skin was covered in bruises and bite marks. The purple and red almost so improper on his bare skin despite them being the main colours he took to. You swallowed. His hands were on his hips firmly.
“Just what are you doing?” he asked with exasperation, “You can't leave my quarters like that.” Quick strides had him in your face. His cheeks were a bit flustered. “Come on, the bathroom is over here,” he led you from where he had come from, “Take a shower, I'll have some clothes laid out for you when you are done.” You gazed at the massive bathroom in shock. “… We shall discuss things more later, but I'll have your stuff moved by the end of today.” You wanted to question what he meant by that, but he was gone by that point. Instead, you walked into the far too nice bathroom and caught a glimpse of yourself in a mirror finally.
Bite marks and bruises were all over your nape and chest. It seemed he had a favoured location. You swallowed. Lear seemed to already have plans – you even recalled how he viewed this as a finalisation of your relationship with him last night. Your heart raced. Was that truly happening to you? The prince took this relationship for more serious than you did.
But… You could hardly complain. There was nothing but pride in wooing literal royalty.
🐈⬛️Nanu❤️🩹
Your back hurting was what drew you from your otherwise restful slumber.
That, and a weight on your chest that seemed to vibrate. You opened your eyes to see a Meowth curled up on top of you while a light blanket was haphazardly thrown over your body. Daring to sit up, the Meowth let out a cry and jumped off you, prompting you to look around the room. This certainly was not your room at the hotel – this hardly constituted as a bedroom. A monitor was set up on a coffee table beside the couch you were laid on. Above, a ceiling fan spun endlessly. It was hardly a challenge to recognise where you were.
The Po Town Police Station. Meowths were all over, claiming the room as theirs. The one that had been on you began to bathe itself on the flood. You moved to properly get up only to feel a breeze. Cheeks burning, you realised you were nude. With panic hit in your veins, you threw on the closest clothing item – a familiar red shirt. Searching around for your actual clothes, you jumped when a door opened. Turning your head to the entrance, you saw no one, thankfully.
A voice called your name from behind. Another door – one that led deeper into the station, was open. In it stood a sight that you seldom thought possible to forget. Nanu leaned against the door frame with just a towel wrapped around his waist. Dark, wiry hair threaded down from his navel to underneath the white cloth. You took in a long scar that had healed badly along his hip near what must have been a bullet wound. The sound of him clearing his throat brought your attention to his face.
“You done ogling me?” Nanu shook his head, “Taking my shirt, too.” A sigh came from him as he picked up his uniform pants from a pile on the floor. You felt distressed upon realising you had put on his top. Before you could take it off, he caught your hand. “Nah, I'm fine for now,” that half-smirk on his face made your heart race, “My shower isn't the greatest, but it should suffice. Go ahead.” His thumb jabbed back to where he came from you. A thank you left you as you dashed around him to find the offered shower. “I'll be waiting,” he waved his hand.
You found the small stall – clearly barely loved and cleaned as little as possible. Not the worst, not the best. You turned the knob for the faucet and glanced at yourself in the mirror. Bite marks covered your nape and shoulders – your cheeks burned. Was he that aggressive? You recalled memories of the night before. Nanu… had the energy of a man half his age when he wanted.
And, damn, did you want him to show you all that again.
🌌Cyrus🛰
You slowly awoke without much of an urge to get out of bed.
Though, as your mind came more and more to, you forced your eyes open to reach for your phone. No phone was felt where it normally was, making you sit up in frustration. Yet, that brought more confusion. A grey weighted blanket laid across a dark duvet and the room was comfortably dim. Rubbing your eyes, you gazed around what was increasingly obvious to not be your room. A lamp at the bedside had a galaxy printed shade that cast a lovely shadow when turned on. Rotom merchandise sat on a nearby shelf.
This had to be Cyrus's bedroom. You registered only then of your lack of clothes – Something that caused you to momentarily panic and pick a random article of clothing from the ground to throw on. A baggy mock-neck top… Definitely not yours, but there was little time to care. The sound of a shower cutting off caught your attention. Your heart pounded as the door nearest the side of the bed to you opened. Your theory was confirmed immediately – Cyrus stood in the doorway with only a towel wrapped around his waist.
He was strangely well-built – more muscular than his baggy clothing often let show. His skin was quite clear; no body hair immediately visible. A strange red mark went up his body in a tree-limb like pattern. You felt embarrassed taking him in like you were, but he was far more handsome than you expected. His expression was utterly unamused as you finally met his eyes. Though, the presence of hickies all over his nape made you flustered once more.
“… Why are you wearing my shirt?” the question that came out of his mouth nearly made you laugh. That was what concerned him in this situation. Cyrus shook his head. “No matter, I suppose modesty should be awarded,” he continued and moved closer to you. Was he not aware that he was currently quite immodest? A hand coming to cup your cheek was even more unexpected – eyes oddly soft. “You should get a shower,” he spoke too normally, “I wish to discuss things further with you after that.” You nodded and moved past him while awkwardly removing his shirt to leave out.
The bathroom was high-end with a large tub, but you sat down on the bath stool with a sigh. Cyrus was already haunting your mind as if he were not in the other room. Yet, you recalled more of what occurred last night and felt excited. He was extremely gentle and loving – nothing expected of the man at all. He was even careful about protection. The warm water only increased your poor body's heat.
Yeah, you really needed to talk about this with him.
🥽Dulse🌌
A sudden bright light is what pulled you awake – rising up in confusion at a time you thought must have been the middle of the night.
Though, with the curtains drawn, it felt hard to tell. A piece of bright, white light got through a sliver, however. You felt annoyance running through you. The blanket on you was thin and a dark red colour. It took a moment to glance around the room and see various unfamiliar devices. This was obviously not your room – it felt far too sci-fi. Yet, still, there was something that was obviously homely about it. A few books were out on a desk and one of the beside tables. Something in a glass was half-consumed.
Trying to ignore the fact you were naked, you moved to the curtains to glance out. Right. This was not even your world. Drawing them completely closed, you picked up a sweatshirt from the floor to slip on. The piles of clothes felt completely out of place in the room. Everything was otherwise mostly sterile; unlived in. Dulse's room… You had been staying with him in the Megapolis last night… The sound of a door sliding open detailed your train of thoughts. Dulse himself was before your eyes – nude aside from a towel.
His pale blue skin… Darker blue patches were apparent where his skin was flustered, yet the most curious thing to you was how a magenta puff of hair was barely visible above what the towel covered. A few scarred areas also held your attention – almost like sunburns but more severe. Though, what appeared to be bite marks on his nape made your face burn. He called your name, which made you finally shift your attention to his face.
“… Ah, you're awake,” he stepped up to you, glancing you over, “I'm glad… there were no adverse reactions.” You blinked. Like… what did he mean by that? He reached a hand to trail down your neck and shoulders with attentive eyes. “I apologise… I must have gotten too into it,” he pulled back his hand, “You brought some ointment from your world, right? If not, we should return you to be safe.” Though, he seemed to realise something again and shook his head. “Feel free to get a shower first,” he motioned to where he had come from, “We can discuss things further after that.”
You entered what was a bathroom with curiosity. The white light that was common in this world could be annoying, but you found the high-tech shower utterly more curious. Stopping yourself from getting carried away, you looked at yourself in the mirror to see what had him concerned. Bruises and bite marks covered your nape and shoulders. It finally hit you just what you had done with Dulse, and how… involved he had been. You glanced at the shut door and wondered.
This would definitely be far from the last time with the alien, though.
bulking-season him doesn’t just look different—he feels different. it’s in the weight of him when he lays on you, the way his chest seems broader overnight, how his thighs take up more space on the bed. his whole body feels denser, heavier, like he’s carrying an extra layer of warmth that only you get to touch. even his hugs change; he used to wrap his arms around you, now he engulfs you, pulling you into his chest until you can barely breathe, whispering, “missed you,” like it’s a confession.
you notice it first in the mornings. the way he stretches and his back looks huge—muscles thick and carved, delts rounded, veins standing out along his arms because he’s been lifting like a demon. when he grabs your hips, his hands feel bigger, rougher, more demanding. he picks you up without warning now, with this effortless strength that makes your stomach drop. you’ll squeal and yell at him to put you down, and he just laughs, voice still raspy from sleep, “can’t. i like carrying you.”
and oh god—the appetite. not just for food. bulking-season him fucks like he’s starving. like he’s been thinking about you all day, every rep, every set. he comes home already half-hard, chest pumped, smelling like sweat and something primal, and the second he sees you? it’s over. he doesn’t even take his shoes off sometimes—he crowds you into a wall with his newly heavy body, one big hand sliding under your shirt, the other grabbing your ass like he owns it.
he kisses you messy, urgent, teeth grazing your lower lip, and you can feel the extra weight behind every movement. he’s stronger. more grounded. when he presses you into the bed, you feel the difference—the solidness of him, the warmth that rolls off his skin, the way his thighs cage you in and you know there’s no moving him even if you tried.
and he gets feral when he’s inside you. something about the bulk makes him rut harder, deeper, like he can’t get close enough. he holds your hips still with those thick hands and fucks into you with this steady, overwhelming force that makes your vision blur. his groans are deeper, too—lower, almost animal-like—like the sound is coming from somewhere way down in his chest.
he’ll pin your wrists above your head, muscles flexing, veins popping along his forearms, and say shit like: “hold still. let me have you.”
“you can take it — c’mon, pretty girl.”
“fuck, you feel even tighter when i’m bigger.”
and when he gets close? he grabs your thighs and folds you so easily it scares you a little—not rough, just strong. the kind of strength that comes from weeks of training and eating like he’s preparing for hibernation. he buries his face in your neck, fucking into you harder, faster, chasing his release with this raw, hungry determination that makes you feel devoured.
afterwards, he’s still panting, still heavy on top of you, one big hand stroking your thigh like he’s calming himself down. then he grins—tired but still cocky, and murmurs, “round two in ten minutes. just need a snack first.”
and he means it. because bulking-season him isn’t just horny… he’s insatiable. he's stronger. heavier, hungrier—and every part of him feels made to ruin you.
𝜗ৎ trueform!sukuna enjoys watching you ride this stomach tongue because he’s a freak. mlist.
sukuna’s stomach mouth always had a mind of its own. especially that ridiculously big, thick and pink muscle. you’ve seen it before many times—felt it drooling all over your ass whenever sukuna was hitting it from the back—but never truly got it to pleasure you.
until right this moment.
“ah, mmh! ‘kuna,” you moan as you’re straddling sukuna’s abdomen, your cunt sliding against the warm tongue that’s sticking out of its mouth, “‘s moving too fast!”
the king of curses is laid back on the futon, his head cushioned by his arms folded behind his head. he’s grinning lazily as he watches you try to keep up with the wriggling tongue on his stomach.
“yeah? well, shit. can’t do much ‘bout it,” he shrugs nonchalantly, as if indirectly saying he doesn’t have any control over what it does.
his four crimson eyes are glowing with wicked intent as they roam all over your sweaty and naked body while it bounces slightly. his stomach tongue rubs back and forth over your pussy and thighs, leaving no place untouched.
the flexible muscle curls the tip of its tongue so that it licks all over your ass, curving around the doughy flesh while you grind your clit against its sticky surface.
“am gonna cum—gonna cum!” you mewl loudly and feel the massive tongue react by suckling more intensely around your cunt, needing to taste your juices directly from the source.
sukuna’s eyes darken. he feels everything, feels the way you’re grinding down on the tongue, dragging your pussy lips back and forth until you’re keening and squirting your juices right into the dark hole that makes out his stomach mouth.
“fuckin’ hell. y’re shameless, woman,” sukuna groans. the mouth on his abdomen smirks in satisfaction, not retracting back even after you just came. when you try to escape and lift your hips, he grabs your hips and pulls you back on the stuck out tongue.
“tsk-tsk. you’re not going anywhere ‘til it’s got enough. and when it’s done, i still got two more big things that need satisfyin’.”
you’re not technically dating any of them. not officially. not in writing. not in the way that would stop the others from getting a turn.
first it was nanami. soft-spoken, meticulous, always asked first—can i touch you here? is this okay? do you like that?—like he genuinely cared, like he wanted to learn you. he’d kiss your shoulder afterward. wrap his arms around you like a blanket and tuck your hair behind your ear while you caught your breath. he treated you like porcelain, fragile and warm, even when you were soaked and writhing underneath him. especially then.
then it was satoru. god. cocky, talkative, always laughing. his favorite thing was watching you squirm when he said shit like “awh, she’s shy now? wasn’t shy when she was bouncing on my cock like a fuckin’ bunny—” and he’d keep going until your face was hot and your thighs were shaking. he made it fun. sloppy. filthy. filmed you once on his phone and wouldn’t stop showing the others. called you his favorite study break and kissed your tears off your cheeks like they were trophies.
choso came after that. shy. quiet. blushed when you touched him. but that dick? unholy. thick and curved, too much to take all at once, and he didn’t even mean to be mean about it—he’d just grip your hips tight and whimper into your neck like he was the one overwhelmed, even as your eyes rolled back and your legs shook and your cunt drooled all over him. sweet boy. dangerous hips.
then came toji. older. rougher. manhandled you like it was easy. like you didn’t weigh a thing. threw you over his shoulder once and slapped your ass just to make you squeal. he liked you on your stomach, back arched, hand in your hair, fucking you mean—use your words, babygirl. what do you say when you want it harder?—until your voice gave out and your knees were bruised. he'd laugh and flip you over. my messy little thing, he’d say, wiping the drool off your chin.
and then there was sukuna. oh god. he didn’t ask. didn’t wait. just looked at you once across the kitchen after a party, licked his teeth, and said “you’re next.” and you knew—knew in the way your body clenched up, knew in the way the air changed, the way every other guy in the room went quiet.
he made you crawl to him. made you beg for it. laughed when your voice cracked. “what was that, princess? didn’t hear you.” and when you finally gave in, babbling and nodding and letting him drag you into his room by the wrist, he tore you apart. every thrust knocked the breath out of you. he held your throat in one hand, your jaw in the other, hips slamming into yours like he was trying to fuck the memory of the others out of you.
“mine now,” he growled against your mouth, deep and feral. “say it.”
and you did. again and again. especially when he came inside hot and thick and too much—filling you with a groan that rattled through your whole body.
after that? you didn’t really go back to the others. not because you weren’t allowed. but because no one else felt like him.
18+ ⸝⸝⸝ 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 & nerd!reader making out for the first time (spoiler: he’s a goner) <3
the air is thick with it—wet, greedy kisses that sound like he’s trying to overwhelm you, even as his mouth keeps brushing yours like he’s afraid to let go.
sukuna kisses you while you’re on his lap like a starved man, lips moving with a kind of urgency that blurs the line between respect and pure want.
one hand stays firm at the back of your neck, his palm hot against you your skin. the other swallows your face, cupping your cheek with a gentleness that almost feels wrong on him. though his grip tightens as if he can’t help it—holding you there, trapping you in him.
you’ve kissed him before, sure—shy, hesitant things that barely brushed the surface since the time you’ve began dating.
he was your first boyfriend. your first kiss.
but you’d never done anything like this before.
sukuna won’t ever admit it, but you were too damn cute today—your oversized sweater, glossy lips, baggy jeans, and glasses slipping down your nose. of course he couldn’t hold back any longer.
his tongue slides against yours and you whine into his mouth, finally melting above him. your fingers twist in his shirt, he lets out a low sound against your mouth—something between a groan and a laugh.
your glasses press crookedly against his face, the cool frame digging into his cheek as he kisses you harder. he doesn’t even care. if anything, it only spurs him on. he growls a quiet curse against your lips, chasing you when you try to pull back to fix them. his hand shifts from your neck to the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair as if to say don’t you dare.
you try to mumble something—maybe an apology—but it’s swallowed by the next kiss.
he tastes like heat, a gatorade, and something dizzying (though that’s probably just a side effect of his lips on yours).
the way his breath shudders when you instinctively lean further into him makes your stomach flip.
it’s messy. it’s clumsy. and it’s so him.
it’s almost funny, how this even started. the two of you had always been a little mismatched—him, loud and infuriating; you, the quiet one in the front of every lecture with the best grades.
he’d tease you endlessly just to see that your flustered reaction, calling you nerd like it was your name.
when sukuna came crashing into your life, he was loud and unapologetic—the kind of guy who ruled every room without trying. but you? you were the quiet, awkward, stuck behind your laptop type. you were someone he shouldn’t have noticed, let alone liked.
but he did. somehow.
he’d lean against your table in the library during study sessions just to get under your skin, tossing out comments that made your face heat up. “you’re really gonna skip dinner to study for a test?” or, “how are you still cute with those eye bags, nerd?”
but every time, you couldn’t help but wonder what a guy like him was doing in a library and talking to a girl like you.
the teasing was constant, but something else hid underneath it—something that made your chest tighten whenever he looked at you a second too long.
it was in moments where your eyes accidentally met his across campus and you immediately glanced away, convinced he hadn’t really been looking at you. or when you caught his gaze while he was laughing with his friends and had to pretend you weren’t wondering why someone like him would notice you at all.
and now, with your glasses tilted and your lips swollen from his kisses, that same look flickers in his eyes. the one that says he doesn’t mean half the things he says because around you? sukuna’s never really been as sharp as he pretends to be.
he leans in again, and before you can think, the kiss deepens. slower this time, but heavier—like he’s sinking into it.
your fingers curl in the fabric of his shirt once more, and that’s all it takes for him to lose whatever restraint he had left. with a low sound that sends heat rushing to your face, he shifts his weight, guiding you back until your shoulders hit the mattress.
the world tilts. your breath stutters.
his hand braces beside your head, his body hovering just above yours. your dorm room feels too small now, every breath shared.
“relax,” he murmurs, voice rough, but his eyes are soft—softer than you’ve ever seen them. dilated until you can barely see the crimson color of his eyes.
when he kisses you again, it’s needier, like he’s afraid the moment will end too soon. your glasses slide a little down your nose again when you move to sit up on your elbows, and he laughs quietly against your mouth—a sound that makes your breath hitch—brushing them back up with his knuckles before kissing you once more, even harder this time.
your heartbeat is wild, matching the rhythm of his. you’re flustered and overwhelmed but you don’t want him to stop. not when he’s looking at you like that. not when every kiss feels like a secret he’s been holding in for far too long.
your breath catches when his lips leave yours for only a moment—just long enough for him to look at you like he’s still trying to understand how he ended up here, above you, wanting you this much. his thumb skims your cheekbone, slow and distracted, like his body is moving ahead of his thoughts.
“y’know,” he mutters, voice low and almost irritated, “you drive me insane.”
you barely have time to process it before his mouth is on yours for the nth time—now nothing like the seemingly controlled kisses from before.
it’s like he’s losing patience with himself and with you. with the space between your bodies that he keeps trying to erase.
when he pulls back, it’s not far. just enough for his forehead to rest against yours, breaths tangling.
“you don’t even get it, do you?” he murmurs, words barely shaped.
you manage an breathy exhale, answer confused, “g-get what?”
he doesn’t answer.
instead, his gaze drags over your face like he’s memorizing something he refuses to say out loud.
and then without warning his mouth drops to your throat.
the shift is instant. rougher. desperate.
his hand curls at your hip, dragging you closer as his lips find the warm skin beneath your jaw, kissing, then biting. soft, then not soft at all. your breath hitches, fingers gripping his shoulders, and he makes a low noise against your neck like that reaction alone is all the explanation he’s willing to give.
he doesn’t stop there.
his mouth trails lower. it’s almost like he’s trying to chase every shiver he pulls from you. his nose skims your throat, breath hot against your skin.
his grip on your hip tightens, not enough to hurt—just enough to tell you he’s losing whatever control he walked in with.
you gasp when he pulls you fully against him, the closeness stealing your breath even further. that little noise goes straight to his head. his hand slides from your hip to the small of your back, pressing your chest against his, keeping you there like he doesn’t want to let go.
“stay still,” he breathes against your neck. except you can hear it in his voice, the way it cracks a little—he’s the one who can’t stay still.
his lips find a spot just beneath your ear, and when you shudder, he laughs. this time quiet and breathless, not mocking at all. like he can’t believe what you do to him.
he mouths at your pulse again, deeper, lingering like he’s trying to mark the moment into memory.
your fingers slide up into his hair without thinking, and the second you tug—just barely—his breath catches hard against your skin.
the sound that leaves him is almost pained.
he kisses down your neck again like he needs you closer than your body will physically allow.
and then, he’s grinding his hips against yours and that’s when you feel it.
a whimper escapes you and then you realize he doesn’t even know it. the movement was instinctive. heat blooms in your chest and low in your stomach, sudden and sharp, and he just hums against your skin, lost in the closeness between you.
“kuna—” it comes out as a whine as you push him back, eyes wide.
he grunts, reaching instinctively to pull you back in, “what?”
then his eyes catch where you’re looking and a flash of awareness hits him. a faint red color blooms upon his cheeks as he realizes exactly what it is.
he’s hard.
fuck.
ryomen sukuna was not a man who got hard just from just kissing.
sukuna hides himself at the crook of your neck, “just—just stop— don’t look! i-ignore it.”
did he just stutter?
this is my first sukuna fic (that i'm posting at least) and the first thing i've written since disappearing off the face of tumblr!!! i hope i wrote him well enough because this has been in my drafts for months😓
In his four arms, cradles a woman thrice smaller than himself, draped with the most luscious silk and spritzed with the most expensive incense. Money may buy happiness to most, but not to the one in his arms as of now. Sukuna’s expression is that of an impassive gaze, though not of irritation but of enduring something that he has faced many times. Though, he much preferred a sniffling wife to a wife who’s giving him a cold shoulder. His expression crinkles at the mere thought. His maw has also just turned from a straight line to a frown.
“We must adopt all strays that place their paws upon the floors of this temple,” Your words are incoherent and stumble due to the lack of control you have over your quivering vocal cords. You weakly fist the thin robe he adorned on his built figure, chubby droplets of tears staining the fabric lightly.
A moment ago, you had decided to take a little stroll from the temples and outside the forest which surrounded the sanctuary, only to come across a deceased feline, most likely from starvation. With a dampened mood and an even heavier heart from before, you immediately saunter back to the temples and find your husband, whom was in your private quarters.
And thus, he finds himself consoling his hormonal wife now.
“No.” He rumbles out to your demand.
“Why!” Your eyes become even more teary than before.
He clicks his tongue, tightening his grip on the kimono he had made you wear today.
“Because.”
“Because why?”
“I do not want my wife to be near those malady-stricken vermins.” He simply retorts, earning a small portion of silence.
“..Hate you.”
“Tch. Is it cruel to care for my wife’s wellbeing?”
“Hate you.”
“I will curse your tongue, woman.” His words do not match the way his his roughened hands are busy rubbing your back to comfort you.
The next day, outside of the temples and upon the steps- lies a small bowl of fish.
the broom within your hands stills its sweeping movements. Sheepishly turning your head slightly, the sight of a familiar maw etched on a well-defined torso meets your eyes first- expressing its displeasure at your current activity by forming a slight frown, the lips of his stomach’s mouth curved downwards. Then, tilting your head further back, you see the clear displeasure written on the owner of the maw’s face.
Two pairs of eyes are directed to the prominent (and extremely heavy) swell on your stomach, eyebrows furrowed in exasperation. His upper pair of arms are crossed, lower limbs propped on his hips. A low mutter of a growl is heard escaping from his throat, further emphasising the offence you have just committed by merely standing on your feet.
“…Good morning, my lord.” You feign innocence by proceeding to continue sweeping the temples floor.
…
“Give.” Sukuna grumbles whilst snatching the broom from your hands when you try to resume your languid action. Resting the broom upon one of the many pillars of the temple, one of the pair of arms come to hoist you up so easily, his calloused and roughened hands dangerously careful around the swell.
You’re about to express your complaints, only to be silenced when he shoots you with an even more grumpier look then before.
“..I did not do anything wrong-”
“You dare defy my commands? My word is law in this temple.”
“My lord, I have swept the floor for only two minutes.”
“Woman. You will bear my offspring soon. If I see you on your feet again I will chain you to the bed.”
Within a few minutes of carrying his stubborn little wife, the king of curses plops his beloved upon a bed so soft it makes you sigh and tucks her in like a teensy stuffie. He rumbles on about how irritating mortals were and tucks himself inside before begrudgingly pulling you in for ‘necessary human contact’ (cuddles).
SYNOPSIS: sukuna's looking for someone to handle a delicate piercing, and you're the only piercer he trusts with the job. you both struggle to keep your interactions professional during his numerous appointments- but who's to say what will happen when it's all healed and done?
18+ mdni - WARNINGS: just 9.8k of porn with plot, unprofessional workplace environment, dick piercings, needles!, oral m!receiving, face fucking, degradation, praise, impact play (face & ass smacking), teasing, humping, riding, standing sex, multiple orgasms, power play, alternating power dynamics, pet names, slight edging, pain kink, slight mention of blood, heavy sexual tension, nipple play, choking, creampie, sloppy makeouts, some ass play
A/N: i am so excited to finally get this out :3 big, big thank you to pip for chatting with me and building so many ideas for this fic, she really helped pull the the smut from my brain when i hit a wall, and thank u peps for the title !
working in a piercing shop in a big city meant you got a mixed bag of clients. high school kids coming in with their parents for their first nose piercing, college girls getting their bellies pierced together, guys getting their eyebrows done. and you even did the ones that other professionals sometimes strayed away from due to their… delicate nature.
but whether it was a simple lobe piercing or clitoral hood— you did them all.
the first time you saw sukuna, he'd come in to your shop for an appointment with one of your colleagues to get some tattoos done. well, some was a stretch. he'd come by in the morning each time and wouldn't leave til the shop closed, booking out the entire day. give or take a year and he looked completely different.
head to toe, there were thick, onyx bands decorating his chiseled form in a way that was near mesmerizing with each movement, each ripple of his muscles.
it's not like he changed. even before the ink he was big, burly— certainly larger than any man you'd ever met before. and from the bits and pieces of conversation you'd pick up on, he was rough.
always barking out a sharp laugh, voice low and booming. everything about him commanded attention in such an effortless way, in a way that most other men wished for.
so no, he didn't really change (apart from his looks) it was actually like he became even more… himself.
you'd expected that if he ever came back to the shop, it would be for touch ups, maybe to even add more to his collection of designs.
but what you didn't expect, was for him to come back asking for you.
"where's that girl? the one that does the piercings." his voice rings out through the shop, distinct, gravelly. you know it's him before you even see him.
you poke your head out from the back, where your room is, eyes landing on the broad, hulking figure at the end of the hall. your waiting room isn't small by any means, but it certainly seems that way with him standing in the middle of it.
"you have an appointment?" you question, racking your brain because you can't remember seeing anyone on your calendar at this time— and you'd remember if sukuna had signed up.
he responds quickly to the sound of your voice, his body turning, crimson stare finding you immediately. "nah, not yet," he starts, long legs carrying him towards you with confident strides, "i wanna make one though."
"yeah, of course!" you beckon him into your studio, gesturing for him to sit down. and you have to stifle a laugh at the look on his face when he sees the little wooden chairs you have lined up against the wall.
you'd thrifted them a while ago for clients that like to bring a friend or family member with them, but it's a little comedic seeing someone of sukuna's stature taking a seat in one. for someone so large he was sure moving gingerly, expression suspicious as he carefully dropped his full weight onto the vintage piece.
"don't worry, it won't break," you assure him, but the wood creaking right after makes you doubt yourself a little.
"you sure 'bout that?" he questions, tone flat but laced with something akin to amusement.
"well, i guess we'll see," you shrug. "anyways, you said you wanted to make an appointment?"
he grunts in lieu of a 'yeah'. "wanna get a piercing done and heard you'd be the best for it."
you hum softly, resting a hip on the side of your counter, arms crossing in front of you as you look over him, curious as to what he's planning to get done. there's plenty of talented piercers in your city, but if he's convinced you're the one for the job then it must be…
"wanna pierce my dick." yep.
he waits, eyes scanning your face for any evidence of shock, maybe a little look of approval to feed his ego. he tries not to care when he gets nothing, just you nodding your head indifferently as you reach for your ipad to pull up an appointment form.
"you know what kind of piercing you want?" you ask, gaze cutting back up to his once you get the form set up.
"jacob's ladder," he replies smoothly, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
that gets a reaction from you. the slightest ghost of a smile graces your lips and he can feel his chest swelling with pride. he shouldn't really care, he doesn't even know you, but ultimately, he's a confident man who likes to get what he wants. and from the first time he saw you in the shop— tight tank top clinging to your chest, leading away some client who was following you like a lost puppy— he wanted you.
and sukuna knows he's better than the other losers you pierce, probably just asking you for something basic, something you do every week. and he knows from your coworker how often they ask you out, thinking that they have a chance, just for you to politely turn them down and complain about it later. they never had a chance, but sukuna? he had a chance. that much was obvious with the way you'd curiously peek in during his appointments, eyes slowly raking over his figure each time, drinking in the sight of him before asking how it was going.
"good choice?" he asks, standing and crossing over to you as you keep scribbling on the ipad with your stylus.
"they're not too common," you muse, shifting to face him. ignoring the flush creeping up into your cheeks when you see through your periphery just how close he is, "but they're a personal favorite so… i'd say yes."
sukuna's grin widens. "personal favorite, huh? to pierce…" his voice drops as he leans down, hovering over you as your lower back presses into the counter, "or to look at?"
your breath hitches in your throat at the warm feeling of his breath fanning close to your face, and you pray he didn't catch it. but he did. his tongue darts out quickly to wet his lips as his gaze flicks between your eyes and your cleavage.
recovering quickly, you set the ipad aside, hands coming to rest behind you on the counter. you pretend you don't know what you're doing— pushing your chest out towards him, head craning back slightly to look up at him with that innocent look on your face. you flash him another smile of your own. "all of the above."
you know it's not professional. but was it so bad to indulge every once in a while? sukuna was attractive, very much your type, and very much into you.
your mind flashes through memories of lame dates and unsatisfying hookups, a montage of your depressing sex life as you look over him once more. every muscle is defined, like they want to show you that they're right where they need to be, his body practically radiating heat. you take in the way his compression shirt sticks to him like a second skin, the way his shorts bunch up ever so slightly around his crotch because his thighs are just that big. not to mention his voice— the timbre, the way he effortlessly commands attention at the slightest word.
everything about him oozes sex appeal, and you can't help but feel like you'd be crazy not to capitalize on his interest in you.
"oi, my eyes are up here."
your head snaps up to see sukuna's signature shit-eating grin on his face. "huh?"
"you were starin' at my dick. not very professional," he tuts.
you roll your eyes, heat pricking just beneath the surface of your skin as you realize that you were just staring at his dick. "well i'm gonna be piercing it, aren't i? just checking it out for the job, y'know?"
sukuna nods slowly. "right, right," he affirms sarcastically.
"shut up," you mumble, turning back around so you don't have to see him anymore, worried that your face might betray you even more. "anyways, it's probably going to be a few sessions—"
you're cut off when a large hand comes to rest beside yours on the countertop. you don't have to see him to know the way he's looming over you again, nearly caging you in.
"go on," he urges, other hand coming up to scratch his chin as he listens, like he's not being the world's greatest distraction.
"it's easier on the healing process if we just do a few barbells at a time, but there's some wiggle room there with exactly how many you want to do each session," you explain, mentioning that the first appointment can be used as a trial run. he can gauge the pain level and see how many he can handle at a time. after that, you'll determine roughly how many more appointments to schedule.
"so how long's this whole thing gonna take?" he asks gruffly.
"well… with a couple months between each appointment it could take around a year give or take— but it all depends."
"alright, think i can do that," he hums, "anything different about the healing process that i should know about?"
you reiterate the basics that he probably already knows, given the jewelry adorning his face already. "… other than that it's just no sex for a while."
sukuna freezes. didn't think that part through. he'd been so focused on the aftermath— of what it'd be like to have sex once he got it done— that he completely forgot about the whole time during the piercing process.
"how long is a while?" he questions, quieter than his usual self, making you chuckle.
"well ideally you'd wait until they're all healed," you start, neck craning to see the disappointed look on his face, "if you're certain the ones that are already done have healed up before your next appointment, obviously i can't stop you— but i would recommend wearing a condom to keep it drier, and be sure to clean them after."
"oh, thank god. okay."
your eyes narrow, "don't go sleeping around if they're not ready just because you can't keep it in your pants."
sukuna shoots you a look of feigned scandalization, free hand coming up to his chest. "sleep around? who do you think i am?"
"i think you're someone who likes to sleep around."
that pulls a laugh from him. a low, rumbling sound that makes your stomach flip. "maybe. but don't worry, i wouldn't wanna mess up your work."
"better not," you mutter, poking him with the stylus. "now sign here."
after ironing out a few more details, sukuna's first appointment was set for a week out. he paid the deposit and made for the door, the bell chiming softly above his head as he leaves, flashing you a quick wink.
you're behind the counter when sukuna returns. the glass door sliding open, a wave of heat rolling in with him as he steps out of the summer sun and into the air conditioned waiting room. you glance up from where you were scrolling on your phone, pretending to be busy but more-so just trying to distract yourself from the anticipation of seeing the tattooed man again.
you aren't really one to get nervous before appointments, but you can't help the swirling feeling low in your gut. it has less to do with the thought of actually piercing him, and more to do with the thought of being confined in that small room with him again— this time with his dick out.
your spine straightens, standing taller as sukuna strides over to you, large hands resting on the glass display case between you two, fingers drumming on the top.
"long time no see," he grins, gaze hungrily trailing over you, just as it does every time he sees you. he lingers on your chest, lips twitching at the sight of your cleavage in the low-cut top you decided to wear today.
all you can do is hope that it's not too obvious the effect he's having on you as you mutter a sarcastic "funny."
"i try," sukuna shrugs, always cocky. he shifts, coming down to rest on his forearms, the thick limbs stretched across the case towards you.
veins litter his tanned skin, running up perpendicular to the nicely healed tattoos, the dark ink a complement to the black painted on his nails. you instinctively shift closer, hips near pressing against the counter, against his fingers that are much too close. they twitch, drifting towards you just enough to brush along the hem of your shirt, soft enough for him to play it off as an accident. but you know better.
you ignore it. you ignore the way that when you don't react, it only spurs him on to tug the fabric lightly between his fingers, playing with it as you ask him about the jewelry he wants. "silver or gold?"
sukuna hums, like he needs to think about it— like all the metal already planted in his face isn't silver. he just wants an excuse to stay there a moment longer. until you clear your throat, arms crossing in front of your chest as you look at him expectantly. "silver's good."
"finally," you grumble, but it lacks any real bite. "follow me." he lets go and you lead him to the back, the heavy weight of his gaze bringing goosebumps to your skin. you don't need to see him to know he's staring right at your ass. it's not like it's his fault, he reasons silently, maybe if you weren't sauntering away, hips swaying side to side with each step, he wouldn't be ogling so hard.
you point to the table as you walk in, not bothering to check if he's watching you— you already know he is, "sit."
"yes ma'am," he practically purrs as he sits on the cushioned top, propping himself up on his arms behind him.
you shoot him a deadpan look, one that you hope hides the fact that his words, the tone of his voice, it all has your stomach tying in knots. you turn back around to rummage through your drawers and cabinets, pulling out everything you'll need and a singular silver barbell.
"just one?" sukuna asks, both skepticism and offense in his tone. did you really think he wouldn't be able to do more than one in a session? the same man who'd easily sat through multiple tattoo sessions that lasted several hours?
"we'll see how you're feeling afterwards. if you're up for it, i'll just grab some more."
"i'll be up for it."
you sigh— he's stubborn, that's for sure. but if it'll give him peace of mind then whatever. you retreat to grab two more barbells before swiveling back over to him in your little chair. "happy now?"
he grins, "sure am, baby."
"baby? that's new," you muse, pulling on your gloves with a snap.
"you like it?" he teases, shifting in his seat, legs falling further apart.
"maybe. i'll answer that after you've pulled your pants down," you shoot back. keeping your eyes fixed on what you're doing, you get everything in order on your tray so that each piercing can be as swift as possible. as tempted as you are to let your gaze slide up, trailing over his muscled thighs to the apex of his shorts— you're not giving in that easy.
he wants your attention, it's obvious, and though he's already got it, you find that you like playing with him. making him work a little harder than he's probably ever had to before, making him think that you're not quite there with him yet.
sukuna huffs out a laugh, confident and smooth. "just say the word."
"whenever you're ready, we can get this over with."
he rolls his eyes, fingers hooking into his waistband, muttering, "well don't act too excited." only now do you let your gaze drift down to his crotch and— is he hard right now? you don't realize the way you've tugged your bottom lip between your teeth, breath baited in anticipation, but sukuna does. and the look on your face is enough to have even more blood rushing down between his thighs.
his hips lift up, just enough to slide his shorts and briefs down over his ass. the waistbands catch on the tip of his dick, tugging it along with them as he pushes the garments down further. you can see the way the fabric shifts along the head as his cock fights to return back to its upright position, little by little until it's freed, the full length slapping up against his abdomen.
your mouth feels dry. tongue heavy, sitting against the roof of your mouth, it feels like it's filling the entire cavern. you could have guessed he was big, the way he carries himself is a tell-tale sign. he has that kind of confidence that you just know is well-founded, not something used to compensate. but— "damn."
"you wanna give me that answer now, baby?"
"shut up, sukuna," you snap, eyes still fixated on the distraction in front of you. he's big, pretty, even. veins trail up the thick shaft, a guide for your eyes, leading you up to the red tip, all flushed and swollen. your core feels hot, the initial dryness in your mouth being replaced with a rush of saliva.
"you stare at all your clients' dicks like this?" sukuna goads, hands coming back behind him so he can recline, putting himself on display for you. he knows that you definitely don't look at all your clients this way, and that you usually are very professional— but nothing about your relationship with him has ever been.
"we might end up needing another appointment or two," you finally tug your gaze away from his cock. his eyes are dark, pupils swallowing the red of his irises as he looks down at you situated between his knees.
"and why's that?"
"because we're gonna need more barbells than i thought." you're convinced you can literally see the man's ego growing at those words, and it makes you want to take them back. but you really do still have to be upfront with him, so he knows what to expect throughout this process. "or if you can handle one more each session then we might not need to drag this out. we'll see."
you grab your marker, mentally preparing yourself for the inevitable— when you'll have to touch his dick. reaching forward gingerly, you glance up at him once more, silently searching his expression for any hesitation. when you find nothing but a cocky grin, you wrap your fingers delicately around the middle of the shaft to stabilize him and hold his length up straight.
it's warm through the nitrile gloves, heavy in a way as it rests in your grasp. sukuna shifts lightly, sucking in the smallest breath at the feeling of your fingers against his most sensitive body part. and as much as he loves flirting with you, he's trying to keep his thoughts, his urges, at bay.
a part of sukuna wants to just say fuck the whole appointment, wants to roll his hips, rut into your fist, tell you to take the gloves off and let him feel you skin to skin. part of him wishes he could make a move on you now, a real move, instead of just dancing around the obvious tension in the room. but the stronger part of him knows that he can't.
he's wanted these piercings for a long time now, and he'd regret it more if he never got them done just because he couldn't keep it in his pants for a few measly hours.
so, sukuna wills himself to think of something, anything, but the feeling of your pretty hand wrapped around his cock.
still, by the time you finish marking up the piercing spots, he's tense as ever. jaw tight, his signature smirk is gone as he stares down at you through lidded eyes. you clear your throat, quickly looking away, busying yourself with capping the marker and setting it aside. then you grab a small hand-held mirror and offer it to him, "wanna check that they look alright?"
he shrugs, snatching the mirror and holding it out between his legs, the sight of his own cock reflected back to him. only now, there's little purple dots lining the underside of the shaft— where the barbells will be lined up over the next months.
he gives a rumbling hum of approval, handing the mirror back to you. "yeah, that's good, baby."
and the only thing you see reflected back in the glass is the piss-poor attempt to control your facial expression when those words reach your ears. there's a burning heat spreading across your cheeks as you pick up the hollow needle and barbell from your tray before turning back to sukuna.
"ready?" you check in once more, holding the needle and jewelry up.
he bares his teeth in a quick smile as he nods, "'course i am."
you line up the needle at the base, stabilizing it with your pinky. "deep breath in," you wait til you hear him inhale, doing the same yourself, "aaand breathe out." you press the needle under the skin, swiftly pushing it through, immediately following with the barbell.
sukuna hisses through his teeth, fingers digging into the plush table beneath him. pain sears through him, from the piercing site to the tip of his cock, a sharp sting that fades into a dull throbbing.
you sit back, giving him a moment when you see the furrow in his brow, the way his eyes are shut and his chest is heaving. "you can let me know if you'd like a longer break between them," you offer gently.
his eyelids flutter open, heavy as his gaze slides down to you. there's a faint pink dusting his cheeks, his bottom lip swollen from when you didn't even realize he was biting back a sound he wouldn't dare let out. his expression gives you pause, an unexpected intensity simmering just beneath the surface. he shakes his head lightly before jutting his chin out at you and muttering a "jus' keep goin'."
if you thought the tension was heavy before, it's near suffocating now. you feel dwarfed in your position sitting before him, right between his thighs, face inches from his cock. he's towering above you, body broad overhead as he looks down at you intently. the space between your own legs feels as hot as your cheeks, realization dawning on you that you'd mistaken his expression for discomfort, when what he was feeling was far from it.
swallowing loudly, you nod. you're wiggling awkwardly in your seat as you position yourself once more, trying to ignore the way you can feel your underwear starting to stick to your skin.
you get through two more before stopping, not wanting to do more than three piercings in one session. normally you'd stop at two, but since he really had no issues with the pain, you figured it was alright. not to mention he had the space for them.
while you clean up, sukuna's still sitting on the table, shorts around his thighs as he admires your handiwork in the mirror again. with him distracted, ogling himself, you can finally take a deep breath and try to quell the aching in your core. you've had attractive clients before, but there's something about sukuna. the mutual desire was palpable, and you're going to have to figure out a way to keep yourself in check during the next appointments or he might never get all these piercings done.
"you like them so far?"
sukuna doesn't even look up, eyes still locked on his own dick, "fuck yeah."
you chuckle, amused at how entranced he is by four new additions to his shaft. "alright, sukuna, you can keep staring at your dick when you get home—"
"'m not staring, i'm lookin'," he interrupts, handing the mirror back to you.
"whatever, just put your pants back on."
"you sure you want me to?" he teases, but still his hands reach for his waistband.
"trust me, i'm sure," you mumble, thankful for the fact that your voice didn't waver, fearful of giving away how much of an effect sukuna has on you.
"so mean, baby- ah shit!" he cuts himself off, flinching at the feeling of his briefs pressed snug around his swollen cock. "shoulda worn boxers," he grumbles as he finally gets situated.
you're ringing him up at the front again, giggling quietly under your breath whenever you catch him wincing and adjusting himself out of the corner of your eye. "aw, doesn't feel so good, now?" you coo, eyes running over over his figure, lingering on the slight bulge that remains in his shorts.
sukuna grumbles something incoherent, ears tinted pink and eyes averting to look at something very interesting on the wall.
"so you know the basics, keep it clean, keep it dry—" you're running over the aftercare with him as you two walk out to the parking lot together. "and don't fucking touch it. i'm serious," you add sternly, jabbing a finger into his bicep which he swats away weakly.
"yeah, yeah, i got it woman, y'said that shit twice already."
you raise an eyebrow at his tone, pulling a long sigh from him which you take as an apology— it's probably the best you'll get from the stubborn oaf.
since the beginning, there had been banter between you and sukuna, though you can't help but think about how much you feel like your relationship has evolved in such a short period alone with him. these few hours that you've gotten to spend cooped up together in your little studio have you two acting like old friends as you part ways now— bickering back and forth, laughing lightly.
there's a slight discomfort in your chest when you think about how you likely won't see the pink haired man for the next four months.
and you experience that same feeling at the end of each appointment.
every few months you'll double, triple check that your schedule is clear of all but one client. you'll wear those tank tops that you know sukuna likes, pretending it was all you had left in your closet as you relish in the way he can't stop his eyes from drifting downwards. you'll lead him back to your room, have him plop himself back onto your table and pull his pants down.
and each time, you're left speechless for a few moments. like over the weeks your understanding of his size was diminished, the concept of him was warped with the passage of time to where it feels as though you're seeing him for the first time again.
and he fucking loves it.
that stupid smirk on his face as he lounges like a king, presenting himself before you, his gaze resting lazily on your face— a misrepresentation of how much of his attention you actually have. because the truth is, it's all of it.
the truth is that sukuna is just as affected by you as you are by him. only both of you are too stubborn to address the tension outright.
but you can feel it starting to bubble over. when the room feels too hot to be in despite the air conditioning being on. you can feel it in the silence that followed the first time you pulled his pants down to find sukuna not only hard but leaking.
swollen, mushroom tip sitting stiff and pretty before you and right in the slit it was there— that pearly, translucent bead of precum.
you can feel it in the way your stomach tightens now when your fingers remain wrapped around his cock just moments longer than they need to be— nerve endings firing with each subtle twitch beneath your finger pads.
you can feel the attraction starting to bubble over when you finish the very last piercing, leaning back to see each silver rung decorating his shaft— each one there because of you. because you were the only one he wanted to trust with the delicate task.
the two of you are quieter than usual when you head back to the front counter to take sukuna's final payment. the weight of a million things unsaid filling the silence between you, but neither of you feels the need to speak them aloud. instead, you offer him a free check up appointment four months from now. an appointment you rarely set up in advance with other clients, but one you strongly urge him to make.
you just want to make sure that everything heals properly, that's all!
and he eagerly agrees, ever the dutiful client. he wouldn't want all your hard work to go to waste because of poor piercing maintenance!
so, it's really best that he comes back in four months, say… around 6:00 pm when your coworkers have long gone home. just to make sure everything's looking good.
and those four months were by far the worst. the lingering implications of what your next appointment entailed hanging over both your heads leaving you and sukuna restless. but the waiting was worth it.
it was worth it for the feeling of your body practically buzzing with anticipation as you open your studio this friday at 5:30. you poke your head around, searching for your coworkers. there weren't any cars in the parking lot when you arrived, but sometimes they've been known to take public transport and you want to double check.
you're scurrying around the shop when you hear the bell chime. the soft scrape of the metal door against the floor as it's pushed open. the familiar gruff voice.
"oi— damn, it's cold in here—"
you still in the hallway as your eyes find crimson. sukuna lets the door shut behind him, his gaze raking over you as it always does. only it's slower, like he's deliberately taking his time, re-memorizing each feature, each curve of your figure.
"long time no see," you break the brief silence.
"hey, baby." he's not meeting your eyes yet, still trailing up around your hips, your stomach, your chest. you cross your arms, your signature move when you're feeling impatient with him. finally, he looks at you.
sukuna crosses the room with steady strides to where you're waiting. you can feel your heart rate picking up at the closeness, neck craning slightly to look up at him as he stands before you now. leaning forward, a finger hooks under your chin, tilting your head up further. "miss me?"
you scoff, like he's out of line for asking. like your face isn't burning up at the single touch of his skin against yours. "not even a little bit," you lie, turning your head to the side.
he brings his hand to his chest, scoffing then pouting at you as he straightens up. "well now you're breakin' my heart."
"something tells me you'll be just fine, kuna," you reassure him with a pat on the shoulder, seemingly oblivious to the way your little nickname punched every retort straight out of his head. "c'mon."
sukuna's hesitant when he walks in after you, like he's not sure what to do with himself. this isn't an actual appointment so he doesn't know if he should sit on the table, a chair— should he just stand? he's never found himself in a situation where he felt so out of place, especially despite having been in this exact location several times before with you.
you can tell he's unsure, the sight bringing a soft smile to your lips. the ever cocky ryomen sukuna is suddenly feeling nervous? who would have thought.
"how's it been feeling?" you ask, partially as a way to give him something to talk about, and partially because, well, you do want to know.
sukuna shuffles toward the counter next to you, hip resting against it as he hums, "'s been fine. got used to the healing process after the first time so, wasn't too bad."
"you taking care of them like i told you?" you don't really have any doubts, but figure you should ask anyways.
he scoffs, "course i am, been keepin' 'em squeaky clean."
"good boy," you coo, biting back a laugh at the way he's beet red, grumbling under his breath about how you're an "insufferable woman." he's never had a partner be so forward, so dominant with him.
your hands reach forward, grazing along his waist, fingers dipping slightly beneath the hem of his shorts. your grip the fabric as you push him, guiding him until his lower back is pressing into the counter. "i've still gotta check…" you dip your fingers further, tugging down gently til you see the elastic of his briefs, "make sure you're telling the truth."
sukuna's hands come to grip the counter, knuckles white. you're looking up at him with wide eyes, bullshit innocent look on your face as you sink to your knees, dragging his shorts down with you. "how you plannin' on checkin'?" he breathes, so much blood rushing south from mere words and touches, his cock feeling like it has a heartbeat of its own.
you bring a hand up between his legs, resting over the tent in his underwear. humming like you're mulling over your answer, you palm at his bulge making him exhale a shaky breath. "you're a smart guy, i think you know already."
taking your time, you stretch the fabric away from his hips, finally freeing his stiff cock. you're licking your lips at the way it hangs heavy before your face as you pull his briefs down to his shorts. from where you're perched on your knees you have a perfect view of the underside of his shaft— still veiny and now glinting, light reflecting off the new silver jewelry adorning it.
"fuck, you really made the best choice." the compliment comes easy, rolling off your tongue without needing to think about it because just the sight of him has you rubbing your thighs together, heat starting to pool between them.
"you think so?" sukuna grins, tongue darting out to swipe across his teeth. he brings a hand to your head, patting it twice. "go on, baby, show me ya mean that."
you spit into your palm before reaching for the base, his balls twitching when your warm hand finally wraps around it. sliding up slowly and back down, you smear your spit around the top of his shaft, the tips of your fingers grazing the edge each barbell along the way. sukuna's hand weighs heavy atop your head, stroking lightly, a form of nonverbal praise when your tongue lolls out to swipe up the underside of his cock.
"seem healed?" sukuna grits out through clenched teeth.
your lips press a chaste kiss to his tip before parting, lowering, and enveloping the head. you hum in response, the vibrations paired with the feeling of your tongue flicking against his slit, lapping up his precum making him groan. the sound is deep, rumbling in his chest so loud you think it's the cause of the buzzing in your core.
you pull off of him with a soft pop, a string of saliva connecting your mouth to his tip which your break with a swipe of your tongue across your lips. "feel any pain?" you ask, eyes locked on his as you drag your tongue up the side of the shaft, cool metal balls rolling under the slippery muscle.
sukuna sucks in a breath, fingers digging slightly into your scalp as he shakes his head. you shift, tongue running back down the other side of the ladder, the taste of metal lingering on your tongue even when you pull away. "what about here?"
"nah— feels good," he grunts, pressing down, urging you to return your mouth to him.
you flash him a sly smile, "didn't think those were mutually exclusive for you." sukuna huffs out a short laugh at that, because you're not wrong. he doesn't need to confirm it either— at least not with his words. you lap at the barbell closest to the base, flicking at it with your tongue before drawing it between your teeth and tugging gently. he hisses, his cock twitching in your grasp at the slight sting, and the moan that follows is enough confirmation of his little kink.
pulling on each rung as your tongue climbs back up his ladder, you revel in all the sounds you're able to pull from sukuna along the way. you note the way his gruff moans turn pitchier, louder the harder you tug. but you're tired of teasing him too, wanting to get a real taste of him when your lips part and wrap around his head once more.
"keep goin'— think you can take all of me?" his voice is deep, strained as you start to sink down onto his length, your hot mouth swallowing his length inch by inch. your tongue stays flat along the bottom, running over the jewelry as you force yourself to take him deeper.
you continue pushing him further into your throat, ignoring the way tears are starting to well in your waterline and your jaw is already aching from having to accommodate not just his length but his girth.
"that's it, almost there baby," sukuna reassures you when you start to gag. the tip of his cock is nudging against the back of your throat, saliva pooling in your mouth but you're determined to take him all.
you slide back off of him until just the head rests on your tongue before sinking down once more. repeating the motions over and over, you're bobbing steadily, taking more of sukuna each time until the salty droplets slip past your lashes and drool starts to trickle out the corners of your mouth. until you feel the hair at the base of his cock prickling your nose when you finally manage to stuff his entire length into your tight throat.
"knew you could do it— such a good girl, deep throatin' my cock like a slut," he smirks, the degrading praise reaching your ears like a sweet melody that has your cunt clenching around nothing, slick starting to stain the gusset of your panties. "now suck," he grunts, pulling you off of him harshly before snapping his hips and thrusting back into your mouth.
a muffled whine vibrates around his length as your eyes stare up at him, all watery and desperate as he uses you. your hands fly to his thighs, nails digging into the skin and making him grit his teeth— the pain and pleasure taking him higher.
"mouth feels fuck— fuckin' amazing," sukuna groans, fucking your face faster, harder, despite the way your tears are streaming steadily down your cheeks or the way you're gagging and sputtering around him. but he doesn't slow, taking no pity on you because still, each time he looks down past your needy gaze, he can see the way your knees are rubbing together trying to create a friction you're craving. "god, you love when i use you like this, huh?"
you try to nod, try to moan. but all that you can manage is a pathetic, strangled whimper that gets drowned out by the wet sounds of your mouth slurping around sukuna's cock when you hollow your cheeks. he chuckles, low and mean, sharp canines flashing at you. "come on, baby— shit- why don't ya use your words," sukuna coos, only grinning wider when your glassy eyes narrow at him. "aw, c'mon don' look at me like th—aah fuck-"
a moan is ripped from his lips, interrupting him when you let your teeth ever so slightly graze along the top of his shaft. his whole body is buzzing, the wet heat of your mouth contrasting with the sharp sting of your teeth— you're successfully able to shut him up, save for a slew of curses being the only thing falling from his lips now.
you bring a hand to cup his balls, rolling and tugging on his scrotum, and it's not long before you can feel his cock pulsing on your tongue. you hear his breathing turn ragged, his voice strained and choppy and prepare for him to cum, salty and warm on your tongue. only he doesn't.
a large hand wraps around your nape, fingers squeezing painfully tight as sukuna yanks you off of him in one harsh movement.
you're coughing, rubbing your lips and drying your cheeks with the back of your hand as sukuna stares down at you. now his cock is aching, throbbing from being denied its orgasm but he needs to feel your cunt stretched around him.
your eyes are glued to one another, panting haggardly as you sit in silence catching your breath for just a moment before sukuna pulls you towards him. he's tugging you hard by the back of your neck til you're collapsing into him. hands splayed across his chest, your lips meet in a messy kiss. normally, he would have taken his time, kissed you slow and explored what you liked while his mouth moved with yours— but he can't be bothered. you can't be bothered.
pure hunger fueling your actions as your teeth clash, tongues swiping at each others lips, twirling around one another. sukuna sucks your bottom lip between his teeth, biting down and tugging away before letting it snap back in place. he gauges your reaction, smiling wide and cocky against your mouth when your hands grip his shirt and yank him back down to you.
you return the favor, biting down hard on his lip, sucking it harshly into your mouth before finally letting go leaving it red and swollen. you're moaning into each others mouths, what was already a sloppy make out deteriorating further into a slippery mess of saliva and tongue.
your fingers tighten around the fabric in your grasp as you step backwards, guiding him with you. you're stumbling blind, trying to lead him to your chair though you're not really sure what way to go. you're too addicted to the feeling of his soft lips and the taste of his groans to break away even for a second, and he can't either.
letting you drag him wherever you want, he doesn't think. he doesn't need to, just focuses on ravishing you while you figure out what to do with him.
and then you feel it. the tip of your foot nudging against one of the wheels on your chair, prompting you to spin the two of you around. only then do you separate from sukuna with one last kiss before you shove him backwards making he falls into your chair with a thud.
sukuna's looking up at you now, eyes wide and pupils blown. his hair is a mess and his lips are bruised and glossy, coated in a mix of your spit and his. you can see the flush on his cheeks get darker, his eyelids get heavier as you strip before him.
your fingers grip the hem of your shirt before pulling it over your head and tossing it off to the side. you do the same with your pants. sukuna mimics you, taking off his last article of clothing by discarding his shirt next to yours.
you can't hide the way you're even more entranced by him fully naked now. his abdomen is toned, bulky, his shoulders broad. dark hair sprouts from his chest, a complement to the untrimmed happy trail that leads your eyes back down to his bush which sits around the cock that's now half covered by his hand.
he's stroking himself languidly as your eyes rake over him, a mirror image to the way he's looking at you as you slip your soiled panties down your hips. you can feel the stickiness as the fabric is peeled away, goosebumps peppering your skin when the cool air hits your sex for the first time. kicking the garment away, you bring your hands behind your back to fiddle with the clasp on your bra before that too is forgotten on the floor.
"fuck," sukuna rasps, hand squeezing himself tighter at the sight of you fully naked before him. every inch, every curve is perfect, his eyes thirstily drinking up all of you as you strut towards him.
he spreads his legs wider, both hands reaching out to settle on your waist the second you're in reach. and now he sees them— your own glinting modifications. a simple belly ring catches his attention first, his thumbs rubbing along your skin, massaging your hips as he looks over you.
"when'd ya get these?" he purrs, fingers sliding up your waist, hands coming to cup your breasts. you let out a sigh as he paws at them, groping lightly and you arch into his touch. "fuck, they look good— perfect fuckin' tits."
"got 'em a while a-ah— ago…" calloused fingertips pinch your nipples, rolling them gently. your eyes flutter shut as you move to straddle sukuna, needing to be closer to him, to feel the heat radiating off of his body. his cock is resting against your stomach, settled between your torsos as your legs rest on either side of his.
"yeah?" sukuna asks and you wrap your arms around his neck as you nod in reply. "good." one of his hands comes down hard against your tit, landing across the flesh with a hard smack!
"fuck! kuna," you whine, rolling your hips. his shaft is settled between your folds, your arousal smearing around it and your clit catching on each piercing as you grind down on his lap.
his other hand comes down fast, slapping your other tit. guess he's learned a little something about you too. each hit, each pinch that's a little too harsh, has you getting his cock even wetter, has you humping him even faster. and those sounds— the pretty little moans that fall from your lips, they're even sweeter whenever the rough palm of his hand collides against your supple skin.
"all of you's just perfect, ain't that right?"
the hand still on your ass creeps inward, your body shuddering when you feel a fingertip circling the rim of your asshole. you arch into his touch, whimpering and distracted until—
smack!
you fall forward to bite down on sukuna's shoulder to muffle your cry after he lands another hit to your chest, that one harder than the last.
"asked ya a question— 's rude not to answer," he scolds you, hands rubbing soothingly over your breasts, working to ease some of the pain that's prickling under the skin. "said ain't that right?"
you're nodding fervently, face flushed and beginning to sweat, "y-you're right," you mumble into his neck, exhaling long and slow when he tugs a nipple piercing between his fingertips again.
"good girl," he whispers, head leaning against yours as you kiss down the column of his neck once more. "c'mon," he pats the side of his thigh, "needa feel that pussy, you're leakin' all over me."
you pull back just enough to meet his gaze, a little glint in your eyes that he can't quite place. and then you shake your head, bottom lip tugged between your teeth. "hmm, no."
sukuna's brows furrow and he tilts his head at you. "the fuck you mean 'no'?"
"so rude," you pout, bringing a hand to his cheek, your thumb stroking it lightly. "ask nicely and i might."
"excuse me?" he seethes, eyes narrowing. but you feel the way his cock twitches against your clit, nerves being set alight.
you smack him lightly— a warning and a test— your eyes scanning his face for his reaction. the tips of his ears are pink, his chest rising and falling deeply beneath you. "beg me, kuna. if you want me to fuck you."
you can see the conflict simmering beneath the surface mixed with a blend of arousal and embarrassment. he's mulling over his words, choosing the right action. the silence is starting to stretch and you're starting to get impatient so you roll your hips again, pressing hard along his length.
"please let me fuck you." he mumbles, eyes avoiding yours now.
"you can do better than that," you roll your eyes, hips still moving. you can tell his restraint is slipping, can tell you're close to getting what you want. just a few more grinds, a few more cascades of your fingers through his hair with a pout on your lips and he's folding.
"fucking- please, baby. please fuck me, i need you so badly," he rasps, desperation swimming in his irises.
you squeeze his jaw, forcing his lips apart as you gather your saliva, and then spit directly into his mouth. the glob hits his tongue, warm and mildly salty, a lingering taste of his own pre.
"good boy," you praise, rewarding him with a couple rough pats on his cheek.
"shut up," sukuna grumbles, hands returning to your waist and picking you up. he maneuvers you until you're sitting over his dick, the tip prodding at your dripping entrance. your hands perch on his chest for stability as you two lower your hips down onto him with loud sighs. "oh god— you're tight, loosen up f'me."
"'m tryin'," you whine, wiggling your hips. you're trying to get used to the feeling of his jacob's ladder rubbing against your walls, adding even more to the sensation of him stretching you out.
you're so close, almost to where you'd be sitting with your thighs atop his, and he can't wait any longer. sukuna's hips snap upwards and in one fluid motion he slams your own down onto him, fully sheathing himself inside you. "f-fuck! kuna, oh my god—"
"sorry," he grunts— he doesn't mean it— "couldn't wait, needed to feel this cunt stranglin' me."
your eyebrows knit together in mock irritation. but the truth is, it feels so fucking good to finally be stretched out by him, to finally feel him buried entirely inside you, every inch, every ring.
"just fuckin' sit still," you command, gyrating your hips, rubbing your clit against him. you know he probably wants you to ride him, to lift your hips and smack them back down, fucking yourself onto his cock— but you don't plan on doing that.
you're humping him steadily, each roll of your hips leaving your clit more stimulated, more sensitive. each roll making you wetter, soaking his cock as your arousal leaks out onto the base towards his balls.
"like that?" he whispers, hands finding your ass, kneading the plush fat under his fingers. "just use me— make yourself feel good on me."
"i-i will," you assure, humping him faster. you can feel your stomach getting tighter, the coil in your gut winding up more with every grind and nudge of your clit against his rough skin. "doing s'good for me, kuna."
your hands paw at his chest, your own fingers pinching at his nipples now. you squeeze them tight, tugging and twisting gently, eliciting a quiet moan from sukuna. he shifts, his hips coming up slightly off the chair, trying to match your movements as his finger returns to your ass, this time pressing inside. and in an instant your hand comes down across his cheek with a loud crack!
"i told you— shit- to sit still," you snap, both hands now settling around his neck.
sukuna's eyes are wide, shock coursing through him less from the fact that you slapped him and more from the fact that he fucking loved it. he's never had a partner do half the things that you're doing to him, and he would've never expected himself to be so into it. and still, the sharp impact, your words and the look on your face— he's entirely ready to submit himself to you. for now.
"i know—" sukuna starts, words trailing off when your grip tightens around his windpipe.
"but you d-didn't listen."
you're trying to keep your voice steady, but your encroaching orgasm is dangerously close. you're teetering on the edge of your release and fighting to keep it at bay so you can enjoy this moment just a second longer.
sukuna's face is covered in a sheen of sweat, more than just his cheeks are red now from the lack of oxygen.
you hold on a little more, a little tighter, using his neck to support your body as you chase your high. and then you let go, collapsing into his chest as he breathes deeply once more. he takes the opportunity to pump his finger slowly in and out of your ass, the added pressure making you squirm.
"'m sorry baby," sukuna chokes out, "c'mon cum on me— want you to cum all over my cock, please."
his voice is strained, cracked, his throat dry and sore from your hands. but you can still make out the desperation laced within each word and his pleas are too much.
with one last cry you're shaking— your whole body going limp against him as his hands move to your back to hug you into his chest when your orgasm crashes over you.
"there you go… you did so good, baby."
sukuna's muttering sweet praises into your hair, his hands rubbing gently across your skin as they shift back down to your thighs. you're sitting in your post-orgasm daze, a temporary wave of tiredness coursing through you. it makes it so you're not worried, when maybe you should be, about how sukuna's standing now, still buried deep inside you and carrying your body with him as he walks across the room.
until you feel the rough wall pressed up against your back. your feet are dangling, legs locked in the crooks of sukuna's arms so your thighs are being pushed into your chest now.
your eyes find his, being met with a sudden intensity, a sneer on his lips. "had fun back there?"
fuck.
you nod meekly.
"yeah? had fun smackin' me around and chokin' me out?"
you swallow loudly.
"say it."
"i d-did— aah-kuna!"
a hand snaked out from under your leg to rip across your face, the force sending your head snapping to the side. "you like that?" he growls, pinching your cheeks and making you look at him again. "pussy's clampin' down around me— dirty girl."
and then he's fucking into you. sukuna sets a ruthless pace, giving you no time to ease back into it after your first orgasm, primarily concerned with his own now.
"sukun-ah! shit— slow down-" you whine, the abrupt acceleration leaving you overstimulated. you're wiggling your hips, but whether it's to try and get away or fuck yourself down onto him— you're not even sure.
it's overwhelming. each thrust stretching out your gummy walls in a way you haven't felt before, each piercing scraping along the inside of your cunt.
"nah, fuckin' take it—" he slaps you once more, hard and fast before his lips crash down onto yours in a hungry kiss. he's swallowing your whines, moaning into your mouth in response.
every part of him is all consuming, the man you though you'd had a hold on suddenly reminding you exactly how much control you really have.
"god, you know how long i wanted this? wanted to see you fall apart on my cock?"
you whimper, shaking your head as tears return to your lash line after a particularly hard thrust.
"couldn't even jack off n' think about you— y'know how hard that was?"
"mmhm…" you sniffle, head falling back against the wall.
large, thick fingers splay across your throat, digging into your neck. "no, you don't," he spits, "don't even have your clit pierced— never had to go months without gettin' off after having a pretty slut handling you."
you try to choke out an apology but his grip tightens cutting you off. "spoiled brat."
sukuna's voice has a dangerous edge, one that makes your stomach flip and your core burn hot once more. you know he can feel the way your cunt is fluttering around his length, his hips stuttering for just a moment.
and that spurs him on. every bit of confirmation that you're just as needy, just as depraved as he is leaves him wanting even more from you. his muscles are aching, already pushing himself to his limit and still he finds the energy to move faster, deeper. he has the energy to make sure that every. single. thrust. has him balls deep, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix.
"o-oh god, oh god, kuna—" your moans are getting louder, head falling forward now onto him.
"gonna fuckin' cum again? god, you're greedy," he groans, like he isn't overcome with pride that he's coaxing a second orgasm out of you already.
"s-sorry!" you whine against him, your saliva and tears starting to wet his skin.
"don' apologize," he grits, both hands back on your ass for leverage as he ruts into you with a carnal desire, "thank me." he punctuates his command with a merciless smack to one of your cheeks, the pain making you cry out.
"thank you, thank you, thank you!" you sob, your climax being ripped from you with an unexpected force. your teeth sink into his shoulder, the taste of copper starting to trickle into your mouth.
you can hear sukuna hiss above you, his fingernails digging into your flesh. his pace falters one last time before he slams you back onto him and holds you there, pressing you tight between his body and the wall.
"fuuuck— you're perfect, baby-"
his cock twitches, pulses before you feel his seed spurting inside you— sticky, white ropes of cum paint your poor, abused walls. you're lapping at his shoulder, soft kitten licks to soothe the minor injury you caused as he fills you to the brim.
you don't need to look to know that his release is starting to leak out around his base, a mix of both of your spend seeping onto his balls.
sukuna's gentle as he handles you now. cradling you close to his body, the sweat and heat serving as a comfort for you as he sits back down on the chair with you in his lap. he's still plugging you up, just letting you sit there soaking him as his cock starts to soften inside you.
you're pressing kiss after kiss to his neck, collarbones, jaw, cheeks, as he rubs your back and massages your thighs.
"you really are fuckin' perfect," he pants, his exhaustion catching up to him.
"you too, baby," you mumble tiredly, missing the smile that graces his lips at the nickname.
"so… all healed i'm assuming?"
you giggle at that. "you're an idiot."
"and you're mean," he shoots back playfully, "can't believe i was gonna ask you out after this."
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The swell of your belly becomes prominent as time passes by. After eight months, your baby bump has grown into the size of a watermelon. You’re undoubtedly certain that the genetic makeup that fixes your baby’s size relies solely on the father. Speaking of passing down traits from the father— You’re also confident that the strength also is established by him. One moment, you’d be resting on the dozens of tatami mats within the estate and the next, you’re bent over your belly with gritted teeth, pawing at the spot where she kicked.
The strength and size of the baby are not the factors that have peeved you however.
Well- kind of. It was the issue of not being able to fit into your silken robes anymore.
What once had cling to your delicate curves and decorate your soft skin magnificently, now looks as if you are hiding a pumpkin beneath your kimono. Long lashes kiss the apples of your cheeks softly, a soft frown is etched onto your features as your eyes peer into the depths of the bronze disked mirror. You stand before it with a red silkened kimono that had once been in your favour, beautiful and demure- now itches at the irritation bubbling inside of you.
Within a few moments of taking the kimono off and slipping into a much larger robe that was tailored to rest comfortably around your swell, you stand before the mirror again to analyse how pleasing it looks to your eyes. And in just mere seconds, you have deemed it to be one of the most wretched sights you have ever seen. With a frustrated huff and a big sniffle, you thrash the robes off. You stomp over to your husband’s side of the oshiire to borrow a robe that would surely drape your whole body and cease it from ever being seen.
Busily sliding your arms inside the giant armholes, the sound of the sliding door of your shared private chambers is heard being opened, and a low grunt of approval is heard from behind you.
“Hm. So you’ve decided to belong to me that openly? Good. Know your place and don’t take it off.” A chest as hard as a brick wall is pressed up against your back, a familiar stomach maw is felt curving a delighted grin at the sight of his beloved adorning a robe owned by him, “I will not dig the earth for your putrid cravings again if you do.” He threatens.
“Mm..” You let out a meek hum, before resting against him with a relieved sigh. Your mind has immediately drifted off from your annoyances just from his presence alone. Despite your mind wavering off, your eyes never lie to him. He quirks a brow at the tornado of kimonos lying around, and he squints his four eyes before it clicks to him.
“Get.” He gestures to the red kimono you had worn just a bit ago. With a confused sniffle, you obey his command and retrieve it. And with just a mere glance from him- you act accordingly to his quiet order and slip the kimono on.
After adjusting the obi gently around your belly, you glance at mirror before clenching your fists and looking down, ashamed.
“Look at yourself.”
He commands.
You do not obey this time.
Displeasure runs through his body. Fingers firmly grip your chin from behind, “Look.”
Sukuna tilts your head back up and forcefully holds that position until you reluctantly wink your beady eyes back open. The remaining three of his hands are busy eagerly- greedily roaming around the curves of your body. He leans in, lips touching your ear from behind.
“Do you know…”
“How much I have slaughtered for this body?”
He pauses, a hand gripping at your plump breast.
“The sheer amount of times I have tried to hold myself back from eating you alive?”
“The numerous amount men that I have sought to erase their bloodline from existence by merely looking at you?”
A soft whimper escapes your lips, softly gasping at his debauched whispers.
He bites your ear, hot breath causing the hairs on your skin to frighten, “You don’t know, do you? Foolish woman.”
“Utterly, completely, foolish you are.” He comes around from behind, easily unrobing your figure by simply tearing the kimono apart before getting on his knees to deprive you of your foolish thoughts.
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