ONE OF THE GIRLS ˓˓ SUKUNA R.
𝜗℘ ˖ ࣪ . ˖˙ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. sukuna uses you as the perfect example to teach his other concubines exactly how they should pleasure him.
tags \\ warnings. true form!sukuna x concubine!fem reader , smut , heian era , two cōcks , ōral (m receiving) , name calling , exhibitionism/voyeurism(?) , humiliation , user gets called ‘brat, woman, slut’ :: wc. 3.2k
the king of curses is a shameless and straightforward man. a powerful being that has humans shivering when only his name is whispered. he knows no one can stop him, no one dares to say a thing to him.
so when sukuna notices that his concubines have been lacking in the aspects they’re supposed to excel in, he summons you. the little human he’s most intrigued by.
the throne room expands before you as the heavy doors open with a creak. a group of women are kneeling before the grande dais, keeping their eyes lowered to the floor out of fear. the tension in the air is intense as you walk forward. your steps are slow and measured, making your way down to the foot of the stairs that leads up to the throne.
you feel that heavy pressure again. the one that only an intimidating man like sukuna can cause with simply his gaze. you bow down instinctively and your forehead touches the cold floor. not a word leaves your throat as you remember the one rule—
speak before he grants you permission and you’ll be sure to join the collection of skulls and bones.
sukuna leans back in his ornate throne, muscular thighs spread even further. he lets the silence stretch as all four red eyes roam over your bowed form. you always know your place and it satisfies something deep inside him.
“rise,” he speaks up, his deep voice echoing throughout the dark space.
the moment that command cuts through the air, you’re instantly straightening up, but keep your hands gathered in front of you out of respect. you swallow the spit that has gathered in your throat.
sukuna leans his head against the back of one of his hands. “come,” he lazily pats his thigh with another hand. he does not bother to explain a single thing.
your body instinctively moves. your legs take you up the stairs, one by one. the concubines behind you simply watch with bated breaths, trying to figure out what their lord was up to this time.
your robes drag behind you on the dais, your legs only slightly shaky. the closer you get to sukuna, the more oppressive the air around him gets. when you finally reach the last step that directly connects to the throne, you can barely breathe. that dizzying scent, that intimidating aura, that hypnotising gaze—
you short circuit when your eyes dart to the space between his spread legs.
the man’s hard. real fucking hard.
sensing the way you go rigid, sukuna smirks in amusement to himself. he spreads his thighs wider the more you look down at his crotch, allowing you full access to the view. you can make out the outlines of both his cocks and it’s making you more nervous than ever.
right here? right in front of them? are your first thoughts. the puzzled look in your eyes speaks the truth of what goes on in your mind.
“oi,” sukuna snaps you out of your train of thoughts with an impatient growl, “quit starin’ and do somethin’ about it.”
your mouth is dry at the idea. you know what he’s suggesting; that you tend to his needs right in front of those women gathered just a couple steps below. you feel your face heat up from pure embarrassment, stammering out your response.
“yes, my lord,” you breathe out, your legs almost giving out as you slowly lower yourself onto your knees. you simply kneel there for a second, eyes staring up at the king of curses through your long lashes. he’s staring right back at you with those crimson irises—an intense gaze that’s tracking your every move.
sukuna clicks his tongue in irritation when you take your sweet time. a hand reaches out, harsh fingers curling into your hair with a sharp tug. he speaks up, louder this time so his other concubines could hear everything, “put your mouth to use or i will use it for ya, brat.”
the concubines behind you freeze in place. some hide their gasps behind the sleeves of their kimonos, others turn pale from the realisation that they’ve been summoned to watch you do their work.
just when they thought sukuna might choose them to spend the night with . . .
sukuna enjoys the signs of their disappointment. in fact, he thrives on it. this is what they get for being useless. for taking up space in his estate when more than half of them wouldn’t have been alive if it wasn’t for uraume reminding him that owning concubines was a form of power and status by itself.
“watch very closely,” he reminds them, an eerie tone in his voice, “maybe you useless bunch can learn somethin’ from this.”
the king of curses pushes your face between his thighs, stopping right before his clothed cocks. you let out a small whimper as he tightens the grip on your hair—your scalp stinging from the pain. you hurriedly move to push the robes aside, exposing his dicks to the air.
both spring up to attention, fully erect and aching. the pink tips are dripping pre-cum onto the girth. a drop splatters against your cheek as the upper cock twitches a little. one of your hands wrap around the lower one, giving the fat base a firm squeeze.
you start to slowly jerk it off while your tongue pokes out of your mouth, giving small kitten-ish licks to the head of the upper length.
sukuna groans low at the contact of your small hand and the warm muscle of your tongue. you’re not immediately and brainlessly diving into it and that’s exactly how he likes it. he feels a dark thrill of enjoyment when you glance up at him through your eyelashes again to gauge his reactions.
so attentive.
the pink-haired man scoffs. “open up. take the tip in,” he growls as he impatiently tries to push one of the cockheads past your lips.
you give in quite easily and let your jaw go slack. sukuna hisses as you pop the tip into your mouth. the wet warmth engulfs his upper length as you try lower your head more, slowly taking inch after inch. you keep entertaining the other dick with your hand, thumb teasing and circling the weeping slit of his cockhead.
you let out a string of muffled slurping noises. your tongue stimulates the underside of his dick while you suck hard, trying to fit more inches into your mouth. you’re trying your best to please him—to show him and the others what you can do.
at first, you felt more humiliated about this than excited. but seeing the way sukuna was glaring down at you, grunting at the pleasure you’re giving him, is only making you more excited.
in a way you feel powerful. even in this submissive position. it’s because the king of curses chose you for this act. it told you enough; the other women did little to nothing to please him and you were the only one who truly could.
so, let them see how well the favorite can please him.
“ughn—” a garbled noise escapes your lips as you push yourself a little too far, a little too fast. your throat constricts around the last couple inches of sukuna’s fat dick, the outline visible through your skin. despite the fact that you’re choking on it, you bob your head, breathing through your nose as you try not to gag.
sukuna curses under his breath at the feeling. “fuck,” his hand pushes the back of your head down further, trying to get you to gag. he relishes the sounds of struggle as you sputter and drool around his girth.
he slightly smacks your cheek when your gullet tightens up too much, “relax y’r damn throat, woman.”
you try to do as told and breathe in deeply through your nose, trying to not swallow around his dick to give yourself a second. “mmph,” your muffled noise vibrates against his flesh, gaining a low groan from the man towering above you.
sukuna’s eyes glint with a dark and possessive light as he watches you struggle to accommodate his girthy cock, your cheeks bulging obscenely as you fight to take him to the very hilt. your nose can barely even touch the curled hairs at the base, no matter how hard you try.
his dicks are simply too big for your little throat, but you’re still taking more of him orally than anyone ever could.
“look at ya,” sukuna taunts, his voice a low and wicked rasp. “takin’ my dick so deep,” he scoffs lowly as he leans back in his throne, watching you work through his half-lidded gaze, “fuck yeahh—” he lets out a mix of a groan and growl when your free hand plays with his heavy sack.
you squeeze his balls with every bob of your head, doing the most to gain his pleasure.
the man punctuates his growl with a particularly brutal thrust of his hips, slamming his thick meat down your spasming throat and holding it there to force you to swallow around it. you inhale sharply through your nose and choke on his upper dick, squeezing his lower one in response. perhaps a bit too tight.
sukuna lets out an almost animalistic sound. it's like you're doing your best to squeeze the cum out of his thick balls, to make him cover you in his semen in front of everyone. “tch. fuckin’ slut,” he grunts before pulling your head off his dick.
your eyes are dazed and you whine as your throat feels empty. your head lolls a bit to the side as you swallow and wipe the mix of drool and pre-cum from your lips. you’re confused as to why he suddenly stopped you, your hands still fumbling with his other length and the ballsack connected to it.
the king of curses slaps the tip of his upper dick against your bottom lip again, watching you eagerly dart out your tongue to lick up the pre. he turns your body sideways quite easily, letting the other concubines have more proper access to the lewd view.
“let them see what a filthy woman y’ are,” he snarls before a large hand wraps around one of his cocks to slap it against your cheek. you flinch lightly, but your mouth can only follow the flesh almost obsessively so, licking tiny stripes up the veiny and thick girth.
it should be humiliating, the way he’s showing you off to the other concubines, but your brain is only focused on the lust that's coursing through your body. not on how the women behind you watch with wide eyes, some of their thighs rubbing against each other at the erotic sight.
a small group of them has never even had the honor of seeing sukuna’s monster cocks until right this moment—their bodies frozen with pure fear at the size of them (and the fact that there are two).
a wicked grin tugs at the corner of sukuna’s lips. you’re cock drunk and shameless like this and it’s making his balls tighten with the urge to unload right over your face.
“first, teach ‘em my preference when it comes to finishing,” he challenges you, wanting to hear you humiliate yourself.
you swallow your own spit and shiver, thighs pressing against each other to find some relief from the pressure building in your core. “i-inside,” you answer truthfully, voice a bit hoarse.
the king of curses can't help but let out a gruff chuckle, thoroughly darkly amused by your direct answer. his fingers twist in your locks, swirling the strands around his digits. it seems like an intimate touch, but only you can feel the strain in it. he's on the edge of letting his primal urges take over.
“hm. quite clever, brat,” he scoffs before smacking your face lightly with his upper cock again. the hint of amusement in his red eyes vanishes in a second, replaced by that usual intimidating glare, “answer properly this time.”
you whimper as your hair gets tugged again. your scalp is starting to hurt at this point. your other hand is still slowly stroking his lower cock, almost like it's refusing to let go.
“d-during oral intimacy, you like to finish inside the mouth, my lord,” you answer with a shaky voice. you're embarassed by the fact that you had to utter it out loud.
sukuna’s grin only widens wickedly. “keep that in y’r fuckin’ heads,” he addresses the other concubines coldly. some flinch, others are too focused on the monster(s) he’s packing between his thighs.
“go on then,” he scoffs, as if bored, leaning against the back of his throne. he lets go of your hair and nudges his hips up subtly, “make ‘your lord’ cum.”
you nod eagerly before finishing what you started. without a second thought, you wrap your glossy lips around his upper cock again. the slightly bitter taste of his pre-cum slides down your throat. now it only excites you for the real deal.
sukuna lets his hips buck up slightly every now and then, just to see you choke as the bulbous tip of his dick hits the deepest and furthest point in your poor throat.
“nasty fuckin’ girl—takin’ my cock in front of them all,” he spits, giving a particularly hard thrust up against your face, forcing you to choke on it.
your spit splatters everywhere as you desperately move your head up and down, your hand moving in the same motion on his lower length.
“mmmh,” you moan and your eyes roll back from the ecstasy you’re feeling. just sucking him off like this is making your pussy drip beneath your clothes.
sukuna easily smells your arousal. the sweet and tangy scent alone is making him grip the armchair of his throne tighter. the mouth on his stomach slowly opens, the warm breath hitting your face. its big tongue makes a show of licking around—appearing on instinct once his body processed the familiar smell of your cunt.
the thick muscle is leaking drool on the king of curses’ abs. the hot juices leak down to his crotch, mixing with your own spit. its hot and sticky and you immediately recognise the source.
your eyes dart up and widen when you notice that fat tongue darting out slightly, like it had a mind of its own. which it does—you experienced it before.
the way it would devour your pussy for hours, eating you out until you’d pass out from overstimulation. or when it would roll around your clit while sukuna was balls deep inside your cunt.
you didn’t notice that you were moaning and sucking faster because of your imagination. not until you heard a long and loud grunt.
“fuuuuck,” sukuna cusses with a hiss. his lower pair of hands shoot downwards to press your face down. your squeal gets muffled, but you know what that means..
he’s on the verge of an orgasm.
you prepare yourself, watery eyes shutting tight as you relax your throat the best you could. loud and wet gagging noises echo throughout the otherwise silent chambers, emphasising the way sukuna is fucking up into your mouth. his balls smack lewdly against the arm of the hand you were jerking his other dick off with, which only adds to the mixture of sin.
“take it,” sukuna snarls as he fucks up into your mouth and hand. he doesn’t care about anything else but emptying his full balls right into your belly, “if you don’t swallow all of it, i’ll fuck y’r mouth over ‘n over until you don’t waste a single drop—ya hear?”
the threat hangs heavy in the air and the only thing you can do is nod. well, the best you could do in that situation was let out pathetic mewls around his thick meat stuffing your mouth.
the king of curses gives a few more thrusts up into the hot and wet hole of your gullet before he lets go. a string of cuss words and growls escape his lips and his dicks twitch. the one in your mouth instantly spews spurt after spurt of hot cum down your throat, leaving you no space to breathe, only to swallow.
the lower length hardens up a tiny bit more before jets of sticky semen splash over your hand and chest area. his balls tighten up as he empties them right then and there—the copious amount of cum sliding directly down into your stomach and covering the front of your body at the same time.
you gag and sputter, though still try your best to swallow every drop of cum that you got fed.
“s’omuch,” you whimper, voice muffled before you slowly pull your head away. one of his dicks pops out of your mouth, a string of spit and cum forming as a bridge between your lips and his tip.
sukuna’s breathing heavily as he comes down from his high. his heavy, muscular body slumps back against his throne lazily—a ghost of a satisfied grin on his lips. you’re making a show of licking your hand off to get all the cum you can, a sign of the pure dedication to your task.
“get up ‘ere,” he hums lowly before easily hauling you up against his front. “swallowed everythin’ i gave you—that’s how you fuckin’ do it,” sukuna acknowledges in his deep voice, a small jab to the gathered women who’re still stunned from the whole ordeal.
one of his lower pair of hands smack your ass, holding you there like he’s showing you off to his other concubines. rubbing it in their faces that the only one who can satisfy him properly is you. that they can never please him like this.
“that was . . .” you start off in a quiet voice as you slowly come back to your senses. the fog of lust clears from your brain and only then do you realise the many eyes that are watching you.
you turn your face away and hide it by resting your head against sukuna’s chiseled chest, “. . . embarrassing.”
the arrogant man can only scoff at your words. “don’t bother actin’ like you didn’t enjoy being a cock-drunk slut in front of them,” his fangs find the helix of your ear before biting on it harshly. you can feel him grinning against your ear.
“maybe i should let ‘em see what you look like while you’re bouncin’ on my dick—”
“no!” you shake your head, blurting the rude refusal out before he can finish his sentence completely.
sukuna’s body goes rigid and you know you messed up by reacting that way to him. you got a bit too comfortable.
one of his hands comes up to pull at your hair again, tugging your head back so you can look into his eyes. “watch y’r mouth,” he hisses, his red eyes glinting menacingly.
you cower and instantly shut up. you bite your lip before mumbling an apology. “my apologies, my lord,” you say quietly.
sukuna slightly loosens his grip, but he keeps his intense gaze on you. a slow, evil grin tugs at his lips when he sees the way you’re trying to hide yourself. the power he has over you is overwhelmingly addictive.
“oh yeah?” the king of curses tilts his head mockingly, tugging at the kimono you’re wearing like it’s in the way.
the tongue on sukuna’s abdomen makes another unexpected appearance, licking up the remnants of cum dripping from the area around your bosom. you shiver at the feeling of that wet, heavy and big muscle running along your curves—knowing what it’s searching for as it probes lower around your thighs.
glancing back up at sukuna’s face, you can guess what will happen next. he’s not done with you, not by a long shot;
“start undressing. show that useless bunch how you pleasure y’r king with that slutty cunt.”
