how could you forget he was there?
(Itadori Yugi/Sukuna x reader) *smut warning*
chapter summary: Sukuna reveals his pact to you.
tw: VERY dubious consent, sexual coercion, cunnilingus, rough sex, intimidation, manipulation, hetero sex
minor warning: very light editing so excuse any grammar/spelling mistakes
âMake a pact with me.â
The world you knew vanished in the blink of an eye. As you opened your eyes again, you were no longer in your room. No longer in the same realm, actually. You had been transported into a hall of sorts; an endless dark space that seemed to echo with your breath. A wide nothingness that expanded as far as the eye could see. White, curved lines glowed far up above into the sky, and you wondered if you were looking at the ribcage of some great beast. It felt as though you had been swallowed up by it and landed in its belly. A red hue hovered in the air, and the floor beneath you was black and warm. You looked around but found nobody else; you were alone.
'What is this place?' you whispered to yourself. The words seemed to reverberate around you.
'Welcome to my domain,' a great voice said. The same voice that was just speaking to you in your roomâit was Sukuna. But he was nowhere to be found, and you heard his words from a distance, as if it had come from above. You shrank into yourself upon hearing it, feeling like a great god was speaking to you. It felt impossible to breathe, as though the very act was wrong and liable to cause offence to your host.
You blinked and things changed again. Before you now was a tall table made of stained bones stacked together, contorting themselves into a functional, unnatural shape. A long scroll of cream coloured paper lay in front of you with a lengthy piece of text that spilled all the way to the floor. A pot of an ink and a pen were next to it.
This must be Sukuna's pact, but the language was so old that you struggled to understand everything you read. Your eyes skimmed it quickly, and you nursed the fear that there was trickery in that fine print. It was quite the paperwork, and you stared at it wordlessly, stunned. How had he produced this? How long had he been planning it? Your blood ran cold.
'For granting me the delights of your flesh, you will be rewarded and amply compensated.â Sukunaâs voice said. âI solemnly swear that no other sorcerer, including Yuji Itadori, will ever hear of this. I will not kill you, or cripple you. I will not sire any children by you. In exchange, you will lay with me every night the moon is full. Yourself and Yuji will not be threatened by curses whilst you are here. And you are sworn to silence. You will give yourself completely and with no reservations. Anything you want to add?'
A shivering gripped your limbs as you gazed at the scroll. For the first time, you realised you had been transported exactly as you were a moment ago, and you tightened the bedsheet around your frame. It felt foolish because heâd already said he knew what you looked like. Every inch. But it still brought you comfort. Sukuna was not near you, yet you felt the heat in that great cavity you were in intensify, as though he were right there. And he was, in some ephemeral, immaterial way. His presence was all over you, as if he were hovering above you like a ghost. This was the problem with being inside anotherâs domain expansion; you were entirely at their mercy. A world of their own making. Their very own universe.
A thousand panicked thoughts raced within your mind, and all your answers felt futile and helpless. Why do thisâand why do this to you? It simply didn't matter; there was no logic in the thinking of curses. They did things because they found it amusing, and there was nothing more amusing that hurting people. Sukuna had been watching you all this time, lusting after you whilst you innocently slept. Touching and biting as much as he couldâall because he found it amusing. And he was doing this because he hated Yuji. What was more delightful than screwing your enemy's love? You wanted to yell in outrage, use your cursed technique, run. But oh, there was no running from Ryomen Sukuna's domain. As you looked down you suddenly noticed the black floor was wet, as though you were in the shallow parts of a stream. And by your feet, were worn down fragments of bone. You swallowed hard and extended your hand forward. The table seemed to shake as your hand approached it.
'Do not use Yuji's body to touch me again. Let us be,' you whispered, afraid to speak but needing to say it. Droplets of ink spilled upon the table as you raised the pen, and they reminded you of blood. How many people had he murdered to account for all these bones? You tried not to think about it.
'I swear it,' Sukuna said, much to your surprise, and you had to take his word for it. Pacts and promises were binding, the only things you could trust from a curse. 'Now sign,' he commanded.
It was a small price to pay for a peaceful life with Yuji, wasn't it? That's what you told yourself as you raised your hand towards the pact. This was generous of him, you reasoned with yourself. He could have had you and killed you. He could have killed Yuji and then have his way with you. This was very, very generous of him, you kept thinking as you quickly brushed aside two pesky little tears that fell from your eyes. There are worse things than this, you thought as you signed your name at the bottom. You heard a low chuckle somewhere in the distance, and the paper vanished as soon as you dropped the pen.
'Now seal the pact,' the great, booming voice said from right behind you. Your stomach dropped and when you turned, you were instantly gripped by a large hand cupping the back of your head, tilting your face upwards.
A monster! Your panicked thoughts told you. A large monster, near seven feet tall. A curseâof course! Sukuna had meant to kill you. He lured you here only to set a curse loose and murder you. How could you have fallen for it? You closed your eyes instinctively, waiting for the blow to land.
But it did not. The monster cleared its throat, and you noted the largeness of the palm was not painful. The monster was merely holding you. You opened your eyes.
Ryomen Sukuna stood before you, towering over your frame. Though you were a tall woman, he loomed over you like a beast. This was not Sukuna inside Yujiâthis was the real deal, his true form. You had heard that when Sukuna manifested within Yuji, it was as though one looked at older version of Yuji. An older relative perhaps; the face was similar, but larger and more malevolent. People had said they could tell they were speaking to Sukuna, despite the body being Yuji's. But this was differentâyou had never seen this beast of a man before, not even a tapestry or an image in a textbook. No wonder people called him a demon, a curse.
He was massive. Two large arms, all heavy with muscle, protruded from each side for a total of four. He had not lied earlier; he truly had four arms with thick, black tattooed lines that cuffed his wrists. The lines were much like what you had seen in the photographs from your trip, only these marks were wider and all over the body. A second mouth on his abdomen grinned at you, and the pink glow on his skin matched the pink colour of his hair. That hair was the one and only similarity to Yuji. His eyes were red and two of them stared without blinking from high above his cheekbone and temple, protruding from what looked like bone. They did not blink because they had no lids, and his other eyes stared down at you. He looked at you seriously and lowered himself towards you, then paused expectantly.
You had heard many a story where the monster was saved by a kiss. A transformative kiss that would shed all their haggardly wretchedness, and the person beneath the beast would emerge. A kiss of true love. This was an inverted version of that; an accursed kiss that would only spread his monstrosity to you. A kiss to save your true love, who slept somewhere far, far away. A bargain. A small price to pay. You raised yourself on your toes and kissed Ryomen Sukuna's mouth. It was like kissing a great statue within a museum; he did not move at all, his face was expressionless. A distant part of you wondered if all of this was just a bad dream.
'You are now my mistress,' he proclaimed. That blank face of his contorted suddenly and a devilish cackle erupted from his mouth. Sukuna's laughter echoed in this great expansive space and you noticed the mouth on his abdomen was grinning too. You wondered if he could control it, if it were a part of him, or if it lived upon him like a parasite. Maybe he was so misshapen and monstrous because he was evil. There was no way he had been born like this.
He had not surrendered your head and he roughly brought you towards his body. It felt like you were collapsing forwards, as though he had fallen, and you closed your eyes. But the descend did not come. When your eyes opened, you were far high up above a tall set of dark stairs, settled upon Sukuna's lap. A throne, you realised, perched above a long staircase made of bones. Hundreds, maybe thousands of them, piled on top of each other carelessly, raising the malevolent lord high above the ground. So this was the power of a great curse's domain. Everything changed as and when it pleased him, to whatever form he wanted. That river you had noticed earlier seemed to pool at the bottom, and it gave the impression this throne was perched above a sea of dead people, a great scarlet ocean of blood. There was no smell to it, thankfully, so you did not feel too nauseated. You exhaled shakily, suddenly realising you had your back towards him. You turned to Sukuna quickly, afraid of offending him with your absentmindedness.
His face was ugly, not because he was unattractive, but because the triumphant pleasure upon it contorted his skin, which seemed thick and made of wax, widely stretching it so that his teeth were bared at you, like an animalâs. And the unnatural nature of his eyes, half of which seemed like a mask, made him look like a great beast from a traditional painting. The great calamity of the millennium, it would say at the bottom if it had been real. Ryomen Sukuna looked down at you with naked triumph and exultant delight. It felt as though he'd grown larger, pridefully extending towards the ceiling. Though there was none; only a great black sky expanded above the two of you, starless. You were in hell, and the devil was holding you.
The heavy pressure of his presence bore down at you and you struggled to breathe as you looked up at him. He was evil incarnate, and even when he was not doing anything, he seemed to glow with malevolence and mischief. You were afraid to say anything, or even breathe. Each second that passed and you were still alive made you shrink even more. What if the humour faded and he grew bored? He swore not to kill or cripple you (it was best not to think too much about what he meant by that), and though you knew a pact was as safe as it would get with a curse, part of you could not believe he would not kill you on a whim.
'Lord Sukuna,' his voice boomed. 'You will call me this from henceforth, and you will kneel before me as soon as you enter this domain. It will not do to raise your head until I say so,' he said. A long silence ensued and he finally raised his brow at you. He was waiting for a response, you realised. You nodded, but the imperious arch of his brow did not lessen.
'Yes,' you whispered quietly, hardly audibly. Was he looking at you with scorn? Was he already growing bored? You wondered as he kept staring at you, not blinking even once. It was impossible to stare into his eyes without passing out, so you looked away from his face as much as you could without causing offence.
'Yes, what?' he asked. You swallowed hard.
'Yes, my lord,' you whispered quickly, cursing yourself for your carelessness. Tension coiled in your stomach like a tight spring. Ryomen Sukuna was ancient, and he expected to be treated like royalty. Like a god. Men of his time were proud and held no regard for the lives of others, especially not of a womanâs. Human lives were insignificant and lost for many a small reason; you knew you must tread lightly. Bow your head. Shrink yourself. Appease him. Flatter him as though your life depended on it, because it did.
âThatâs right,â he said and raised your head upwards as he descended towards you. What youâd just gone â signing away your body, agreeing to becoming his plaything â finally dawned upon you as his tongue extended outwardly towards your mouth. That forked, red tongue youâd seen in your photographs. Except now it was real, and you could feel its heat as it approached you. My God, you thought. Oh my God.
I canât do this, you thought as you felt his wetness upon your face. He was licking you, you realised with a start. It was not a loverâs playful lick; it did not resemble his lick earlier upon the bed. He was not doing it to torment you, to make you squirm. It was as if he was truly tasting you, or like a cat grooming itself. Sukunaâs tongue travelled from your jaw up to your brow, and then descended towards your neck, pausing to caress your pulse point with his teeth. You reached a hand upon his chest to steady yourself as he held you, cradled in his arms, and he answered your touch by sinking his teeth into your skin. You gasped lightly, worried heâd drawn blood, and bit down on your lip to silence the other noises that threatened to spill from your mouth as he continued working on your neck.
âThere are those little noises,â Sukuna mumbled, then kissed your throat. It was a small kiss at first and you froze. But then he kissed you again, and again, each kiss lasting longer than the last, and slowly inching closer towards your jaw until he met your lips. How could he have done this so many times without you knowing of it?
It was impossible; unheard of. Nobody had ever said something like this was feasible. A curse interested in a human, a sorcerer? Youâd heard the horrible conception story of the Death Painting Wombs, so you knew it was technically possible for this kind of contact to happen between a curse and a human being. Sukuna was not a curse, technically, but he was as good as: an ancient, evil entity. A calamity. You thought these sort of beings were beyond feelings of love and lust. So you jumped when his lips fell upon yours, and you felt him chuckle with delight against your mouth. This must all be very funny to him.
He was warm, much warmer than a normal person. And you tasted nothing except for the faint ring of metal upon his tongue. Sukuna was as real and as embodied as a human being; but he was not. The two pairs of hands gripping your body got that message across. It was hard to keep up with them: one hand cupped your breasts, shamelessly squeezing and pressing down upon them. Another held your head, whilst another rested upon your thigh. And then there was the grazing feeling of his final hand as it descended down the fabric of your bedsheet, cutting it in half with a sharp nail. Instinctively, one of your hands reached for your stomach to prevent the sheet from dropping and you jumped as you met something hot and wet.
It was that second mouth upon his abdomen. Its tongue licked your hand and Sukuna finally released you. The mouth grinned knowingly at you as you stared at it in horror.
âPesky little thing, it hates it when I cover it. Itâs only curious.â Sukuna said and the mouthâs tongue quickly leaped out to lick your covered stomach, then returned to its cave before Sukuna slapped it playfully. You felt the blood drain from your face. Why did he have that thing on him? Wasnât one mouth enough?
âIs it functional?â you asked, immediately feeling stupid for having spoken. It was hard to take your eyes off it because it grinned again, and you could have sworn it was bearing its teeth menacingly at you.
âOf course,â Sukuna replied. You became aware of how cool your skin felt and you looked down to notice the sheet had long fallen. Heâd dropped it whilst you were distracted. âItâs so odd you donât have one,â he murmured as one hand caressed your stomach. You fought the urge to cover your naked breasts with your arms, because it did not matter. Not really. Heâd already seen everything there was to see, and you hadnât even known it.
What was it that lurked in his red eyes, as he studiously looked at your skin? As his hot hand met the coolness of your flesh, and travelled upwards to feel your breasts for the first time? Despite being powerless and trapped in his domain, you also felt, for the briefest of internals, stronger than him. Because, if only for a moment, your human body had rendered the King of Curses speechless. He must have seen countless of women just like you during his time, and you remembered how long heâd been sealed up as a curse. A thousand years of waiting. A thousand years of holding your own desire. He was looking at you with hunger.
âLord Sukuna,â you said quietly, but your voice did not interrupt the moment in the slightest. Sukuna continued looking at you in his way, and he licked his lips as he massaged your breasts.
âYes?â he asked distractedly.
Iâm scared. But you couldnât say that. âDoes time here pass the same as outside?â you asked, worrying about what was happening back home. What if Yuji woke up and saw you gone?
âMuch like the human world,â he said and suddenly gripped you tighter as he raised both of you. Sukuna begun descending down the steps that led away from his throne.
A thousand years of waiting.
The world at the bottom was as it was earlier, except Ryomen Sukuna was now walking towards a dim light in the distance that grew brighter as he approached it. It was the light of a fire â orange and red, and it cast shadows across the wet floor. You looked on and your breath caught at your throat as you approached a place that resembled a room. It was a bed, you realised. A large, tall bed that resembled the desk youâd seen earlier. Bones â the only material in this realm, apparently â supported the bottom as they rose the bedding to his height. If you fell from it, youâd be sure to injure yourself. Sukuna crawled on top of it whilst still holding you in his arms, and the imminent approach of the act made your heart race. You were as stiff and lifeless as a fish when he finally released you upon the bed, and you immediately inched away from him. A silly thing to do; there was nowhere else to go.
You gaped at the sheer size of him as he kneeled on the bed before you. Frankly, you had expected him to jump upon you the moment you signed your name. Throw you upon that desk of death and have his way with you â thatâs what a curse would do. But he only looked at you now with a set of arms crossed.
âRemove your garments,â he said.
Garments â he meant the underwear. Your stomach dropped, and though you were almost naked already, and you knew heâd seen you before, you were hesitant to move. Unwilling to part with the last thing you had that was truly yours. Your fingers trembled as they tugged at the sides upon your hips. You looked around, but there was nothing you could use to cover yourself. The bed was bare, save for the mattress, which did not feel modern. It was hard and dense, hardly giving way beneath his heavy weight. Itâs fine, you told yourself as you struggled to get a grip on the fabric. This is fine.
Unwilling to see how he looked as he gazed at you, you turned to the side and willed your hands to descend. They did and you jumped as you felt a hand upon your shoulder. He was moving your hair, you realised. Only moving your hair, nothing more. No need to panic. You moved your leg and allowed the underwear to loop away from you, and you distantly heard the sound of it being tossed into the water, far away. Despite the warmth in his dimension, you shivered. Two fingers on your chin turned your head to look at him.
âYou promised to give yourself without reservation. You chose the pact. Now give,â he said and you vaguely noticed as he pushed you lightly, gently enough to remind you he had a body that could be used against you. You landed on your back. The great beast that was Sukuna loomed above you, still entirely clothed. He was right, and yet you could not move your limbs to do anything. Something warm touched your leg, and you looked down to see his second mouth kissing the sides of your thighs. One of Sukunaâs hands caressed the outer side of your legs and you realised he was speaking to you.
âI donât like cold women. This is not our first time Iâve touched you. Not really. Now come on,â he hissed, and though he probably thought this would comfort you; it did not.
You brought your hands above to touch one of his, and you felt his body tense for a moment. Sukuna was warm and real, he had five fingers per hand, and you could feel the muscles and tendons and bones when you squeezed. He is a man, just another man. There was nothing to fear, youâve been with men before. This is just one more man. Sukuna lowered the hand you were holding to your face, and it brought you an odd sense of comfort to feel the pressure and heat of his limb upon your cheek. You exhaled shakily and buried your face in it as you felt Sukuna lower his face towards your thighs, kissing the skin slowly. You whimpered and felt his hand hold you back as he slowly approached your warm sex.
âFinally,â you heard him breathe out as you felt him intimately for the first time. Two hands held your hips as Sukuna kissed the innermost skin of your thighs, and then licked the opening of your core all the way up to your clit. He licked again, more greedily, and continued with more pressure each time. He lapped your juices as they slowly emerged, and you yelped as he grazed your clit with his teeth, descending upon it as he decided to suck on it. Your breath hitched, and you exhaled shakily as he continued to eat you out. The loudness of your wetness embarrassed you; how easily your body had betrayed you. How little it took for your body to accept him. Worst of all was the knowledge that he knew exactly how to make you feel good. So, you were not surprised when you felt his tongue flicker across your wet opening.
âLord Sukuna,â you breathed out, feeling how foreign the name felt in your mouth as you spoke it. You didnât know what you meant to say next. The feeling of his tongue twitching made you panicked because you knew what would happen next would change you forever; Sukuna wanted to enter you for the first time. A curse was making love to you. You were at your most vulnerable with the worst, most wicked sorcerer Jujutsu society had ever seen. You werenât sure why you said his name â to make him stop? To pause? Because he didnât; itâs like you hadnât spoken at all. Sukuna only looked up at you after the tip of his tongue had entered you, delving right inside of you without a second thought. His eyes had changed, they seemed wider, and dilated with pleasure. He was gripping you so tightly you worried youâd bruise, and you realised how much he was enjoying this. The wideness of his tongue made you whimper and you tried to drone out the sound of his sucking.
The light vibrations from his throat made your pelvis shiver, and Sukuna continued licking and penetrating your sex with his tongue for a long time. At some point you realised this had nothing to do with you and your pleasure; he was doing this for his own, selfish enjoyment. You jumped when he grazed your clit with his sharp teeth, and whimpered when he parted your lips to penetrate faster, harder. This didnât feel like preparation for something else, it was like he was truly just fucking you with his mouth. For a split moment, you wondered how it would feel if he were doing this with the large mouth on his abdomen, but you chased the thought away. You didnât want to know, and hopefully you never did. Those large, wicked teeth that grinned malevolently at you, and the wide, red tongue thatâd sought to taste you. All functional, all curious about you â how horrible; how delightful. No â he was disgusting. His body was disgusting and wrong, and the only parts of him that were pleasing were the human parts. His body, with all its unnatural largeness and unprecedented double parts, was as monstrous as a sorcerer could get. Curse, you reminded yourself. Ryomen Sukuna was a curse. His domain echoed with the wet sounds of his enjoyment and the light moans that could not be held back within your throat. He felt good; treacherously good, and you werenât sure if the tears in your eyes were from fear, or pleasure, or both.
A sudden pressure erupted in your core and you clutched at his hair without meaning to, throwing your head to the side with a cry. Sukuna was curling his long tongue deep within, grazing your sensitive spot. You silenced your sounds as soon as youâd made them, and immediately retreated your hand from his pink hair. Heâd be sure to punish you for taking liberties â how could you forget, if only for a moment, who he was and grab him like that? You felt his tongue curl more and he finally retreated from you after you cried out for a second time. He bit your inner thigh as he rose slightly to look at you. A wet grin was plastered all over his face, and you realised he was making fun of you.
âOh? Thereâs no need to hold back,â he leered at you and placed two fingers on your pulsing clit, encircling it with just the right amount pressure to make you bite your lower lip. He knew everything it took to make you feel good. Damn curse. You turned your head to the side for the briefest of moments, and one of his hands reached to turn your head back towards him. The imperious fingers did not abandon you, and he pressed upon your mouth with his thumb, bading you to part your lips. He wanted to hear your sounds? But no, as your mouth opened slowly, his thumb intruded upon you, and inched forward. You paused only for a moment because his nails were as large and sharp as an animalâs talons. More like claws, but he did not hesitate before putting all of his thumb inside your mouth. âSuck it,â he commanded.
You did, very slowly, uncertain that his nail wouldnât cut your throat. But he only laughed at your hesitation and he begun to pump his finger inside your mouth as he continued to make love to your clit. In a way you were grateful you had something to occupy your mouth because it was becoming harder to silence yourself, and as he continued to circle your sensitive spot, you felt the involuntary shaking of your hips. So close, damn it. He was so horrible, but you were so, so close. You closed your eyes as you felt the heat in your abdomen intensify, and you continued to suck on his thumb to suppress your light gasps. A deep, animalistic sound startled you for a moment and you hesitantly opened your eyes to look at him. It was difficult to look at someone with four eyes, two of which seemed to stare perpetually without blinking, but you found the source of that noise.
Sukuna was touching himself. He gawked at you shamelessly as one of his hands moved up and down the fabric of his trousers. And for the first time, you considered his largeness, and all the pent up need that was bottled up in that body. The haori he was wearing had been abandoned, and you noticed just how large and full of muscle his torso truly was. You were silently grateful you had not been hurt by him yet, involuntarily or not. Even without any cursed energy, he was a beast, and you contemplated the large imprint upon his trousers. How could you make love with something like that?
âIâll be generous just this first time, but youâll have to earn your orgasms thereafter. Your purpose is to please me, and only after that will you be allowed to feel anything. If youâve earned it, of course.â Sukunaâs fingers flickered across your clit quickly, adding more pressure each time. It was a miracle you could still hear what he was saying; the bliss was so close. âDo you think youâve earned anything at all yet?â he asked and the mouth in his abdomen opened. Had he read your thoughts earlier? No, no â he couldnât. He could do a lot of things, but he couldnât read minds. You watched with confusion as the red, forked tongue of his lower mouth reached forward to lick at your opening, inserting just enough of it inside of you that you cried out from ecstasy. You moans sounded like nothing youâd let out before; they were deep and instinctive, and you could not care enough to hold them back any more. He felt so good, everything about him felt so good. Itâs like his body was made for sex. For war and sex. For conquests of all kinds.
âAnswer me,â he commanded and removed his thumb from his mouth just long enough for you to shake your head and mumble âno.â Because it was true â you hadnât. You hadnât touched him at all; youâd accidentally reached for his head and retreated immediately, as though he was a snake that would strike you. Youâd done nothing but lay there and feel him.
âAnswer me,â he hissed and the tongue entered deeper within you.
âNo, my lord. Iâm sorry â Iâm sorry I havenât,â you cried out. âBut I will, Iâll try my â ah!â Hearing the pathetic sounds of your voice pushed you over the edge, and Sukuna returned his thumb into your mouth, quickly pumping and out of it as he slapped your clit.
âYouâd better; now come.â he said and you did; you simply dissolved underneath him as your orgasm unfurled, and the room became filled with white stars, and the red flames around the bed grew hotter than ever. You cried out for mercy and for whatever being was looking out for you as you came for the most evil entity in history, as the King of Curses watched you whimper and shake with delight at the feeling of his touch. His fingers, his mouths â all it took to bring you here suddenly abandoned you, and you lay there, naked and wet with your desires evaporating from your body. You wondered if you were imagining it, but the room seemed to glow with bright lights. But then, just as quickly, the lights died out and you were plunged in darkness. A dim flame grew somewhere far into the distance, and it took several moments for your eyes to adjust. You felt Sukuna shift, but you could not see him anywhere. And then two hands gripped your hips and dragged you forward into the dark, and you felt the heat of his body; he was near. Your eyes adjusted, finally.
Ryomen Sukuna was naked, and you stared at him in shock. His body was all the more frightening from such a close distance, and you felt the weight of his member as it dropped upon you stomach. A low vibration met your ears, and your realised it was him. He was growling.
âYou will come to love it as if it belonged to your husband, and your duties towards it will be like a wifeâs. Does it frighten you?â
Something about his voice told you he wanted you to fear it, wanted you to shriek and run away from it like it were the most unnatural thing in the world. But it did not, not at all. On the contrary, seeing his member made him seem more natural to you, more human. The most sensitive part of his outer body just lay upon your stomach, rather heavily it was true â it was larger than any youâd ever seen â but just that uncovering alone, of his most precious part, made you not fear it. He was vulnerable, you realised. What was more vulnerable and intimate than seeing someone elseâs entire body? It was unlikely he realised this, he probably thought he was frightening you with the dawning task of pleasing it. But you were not dawned at all. Though you knew what you were feeling was just a trick of your hormones â the descent from you orgasm had put you at ease â your body was calm as you felt him upon you. You reached your hand out to touch it: it was burning hot, almost feverishly hot, and the skin was soft though the member was hard and stiff. He was aroused and you stroked it lightly, making it familiar to you. His growl returned and you suddenly realised how close you were. All you had to do was reach out to touch his hips and stomach. And you did; he did not stop you. Sukunaâs body tensed and, if you didnât know any better, youâd say he was flexing his muscles.
Suddenly the road ahead illuminated itself before you, and you knew how to get through this pact. You had to remember that he was not human, he was a curse, and curses loved two things â to make people suffer, and to enjoy themselves. Fear and pleasure were interlinked as one in their minds, and the way ahead was set upon flattery and intimidation. Which went to prove he was actually much like many cruel, selfish men who walked on earth. He carried a distinctly male oppressiveness that was still common in the world, so you were not shooting in the dark. âOnly a bit. Iâm only worried about the,â you hesitated as you touched him, and felt the length elongate beneath your hand, âlength, my lord.â You heard him chuckle.
âSmart woman,â he said and shifted his hips so that his member lifted from your stomach. He gripped your thighs as he positioned himself in front of your wet, pulsing entrance. You felt the hotness of his tip as it touched you. It was happening â really happening. You thought you were finally ready for it, but the largeness of his body compared to yours overwhelmed you. Just thinking of it made you wince. You hoped he would open you slowly, but you already knew that was a long shot. He was a fundamentally selfish being. âYou must endure as your body adapts to mine.â
Sukuna entered you for the first time, pressing half of his member inside of you all at once with a deep, satisfied groan. His lips parted with hunger as he felt the tightness of your body pressuring against his cock. You gasped sharply as he penetrated you, and a hand instinctively reached out to grab him. It was your intuitive signal to making him slow down, but you realised he didnât know that when he did not. Sukuna pressed on, conquering your canal with each thrust as he sought to bury himself inside of you. Yuji would have stopped at the first sign of discomfort from you, even the smallest of movements upon your temple would have made him stop and ask if it hurt. Ryomen Sukuna did not; in fact, his eyes glimmered with mischief as he looked down at you and continued slamming into you. He was amused and, exactly as you predicted, utterly selfish. Sukuna lowered two hands on either of your sides and begun pounding his entire length into you, and your pained whimpers only made him sink down harder.
But heâd been right; your body was adjusting quickly to him, and no doubt his mouths and tongues had prepared you well. Sukuna is inside of me, you thought to yourself incredulously. An ancient sorcerer from a completely different time period was now inside of you, and he grunted with pleasure as he inched closer to your womb. How could something like this have happened to you? How could you be laying down with another man when your partner slept somewhere far away, oblivious that his woman was being conquered by a beast. And how could he, evil curse that he was, feel that good?
Sukuna lowered himself further so that his face was buried into your neck. Your hands reached up for his back, and you heard him groan into your ear. What must it be like to wait a thousand years to feel anotherâs touch?
Felling the hotness of his body cover you entirely filled you with an indigestible mix of feelings that threatened to choke you â longing, heartsickness, dread. You feared feeling pain from him and when you did not, when you felt the pleasure Sukuna granted to you, an intense guilt tugged at your heart. It was one thing for you to be taken by another, and something different to enjoy that taking. Silent, salty tears fell from your eyes, and you were grateful Sukuna did not have a view of them. You closed your eyes and focused on the warm pressure building up in your abdomen as you tried to chase the tears away.
A wet warmth travelled upon your face, and you realised with a start that Sukuna was licking you. He licked the tears on one part of your face, then lifted his head to the other side as he gathered the wetness falling from your eye with his tongue. He exhaled hotly against your mouth. âHow delightful,â he said with a hoarse, sadistic voice that dripped with glee. You felt him harder more inside of you. âCry harder,â he commanded and slammed into you more forcefully. The tears continued to fall, and Sukuna continued to lick them, drinking up the confusing haze of feelings that threatened to choke you. They really do feast upon oneâs pain, you thought to yourself. Sukuna was overjoyed by your tears and his movements became more desperate as he continued to thrust into you. He groaned as his body quivered and he suddenly bit down at your neck, hard enough for you to yelp with surprise and pain. His bite brought you back to life and you realised he wanted you to look at him.
âWho do you belong to?â he asked and a hand reached for your throat, tightly holding it as he interrogated you. Swallowing was painful and you had just enough air to whisper to him.
âTo you, Ryomen Sukuna,â you said, looking into his fiercely red, unblinking eyes. You willed yourself to keep looking at him to make the point that you were not humiliated by him. He could have your body, but he could not have your heart, or your soul. He could do with you as he pleased; but you could never truly belong to him. Sukunaâs eyes remained upon you as he jerked his hips to yours. His mouth was parted open, and you realised he was ejaculating inside of you. He released your throat with a groan and came to rest upon his arms as the last jerks of his core released his fluid.
The two of you remained there for a moment as his orgasm left him, and the pulsing of his cock subsided. But he did not immediately remove himself from you, and one hand reached out to wipe your dry eyes.
âYou are as wonderful as I thought youâd be,â Sukuna said, and you were surprised by the sincerity in his voice. âThose tears,â his voice lowered as he lost himself in his thoughts, roaming his eyes across your wet body. âYou must cry for me more often. I enjoyed them heartily. Now,â he said and finally removed himself from inside you. In the blink of an eye, his shoulders were covered again and he lay next to you. Two arms stretched outwards, revealing the empty space besides him. âLie with me.â
And you did, and thus begun a perverse, parasitic relationship. Just like that, you had became his. He spent the rest of the night exploring your body, and he beckoned you to do the same with his. Sukuna was cruel, but he always said the truth. He had been truthful when heâd said he wanted you to know him most intimately. The hesitation and, sometimes, light disgust in your eyes as you discovered things about his body, amused him. He dangled each tantalising touch of his that made you shiver above your head, and he berated you about your infidelity. You, who attested to loving Yuji, who swore you loved him more than anything, were betraying him quite easily, Sukuna would say. And when your tears fell, he licked them. And when you were done with them he held you against him until you dozed off upon his skin and you awoke to find yourself back to your world. The taste of metal always reminded you that everything thatâd happened had not been a dream, until the next full moon.
notes: everyobody thank the person who commented on this fic five days ago for inspiring me to finish the story lol ('thank you!' they cried in unison)
it was kind of odd and satisfying writing this because i tried to write sukuna as realistically as possible but in a way that was still digestible and not, just like, horrendously too abusive? idk i hope it reads alright
