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Need You. Now. || Bruce Wayne X Wife! Reader

AN: My first time writing smut for Tumblr so I deeply apologize if it isn't good. Enjoy my darlings!

Tags: Grinding in a chair, needy, doing it in the Batcave, and probably something else I am missing.

You were needy. Desperately so. Bruce had been so busy as of late, and as a result both of your sex lives suffered greatly.

Now this problem could've easily been solved by you getting yourself off. However, for a reason that you are chalking up to the world hating you, you couldn't. At all.

Your fingers weren't as thick as his, and the callouses that he had made everything feel ten times more pleasurable.

Now you tried multiple times to get a moment alone with Bruce. You were even content with a quickie at this point with how pent up you were. But you couldn't even get that either.

If it wasn't Wayne Enterprises needing him, then it was Batman stuff; and if it wasn't Batman stuff then it was Wayne Enterprises.

He was being worked to the bone and you were desperate and incredibly horny.

So, what does a woman do when she's at her wits end, and in desperate need for her husband to touch her? She finds an excuse to get Alfred out of the manor for a couple hours and corner Bruce in the Batcave.

The plan was unfolding perfectly. You successfully got Alfred out of the manor. Now time to drag your husband out of that damned cave, but at this point you were fine with him fucking you against the Batcomputer until you couldn't think.

When you got down there what you saw might as well been straight out of a wet dream. Bruce was sat at the Batcomputer with his back to you. He was still in his white button up with the sleeves rolled up. His hair was messy, and you could see every bit of the corded muscle underneath the fabric. He even had some stubble along his jaw, because he hadn't had a decent moment to shave.

You knew he heard you when you got down there, but that was just fine. You came up behind him leaning against him from behind the chair.

"How are things?" Your murmured in his ear. Your hand slowly trailing along his shoulder and arm.

"Slow." His voice was rough from disuse. The sound of him had you soaking your panties quicker than you would've liked to admit.

One of his hands stopped typing and moved to cup the one that was trailing along his arm. He pressed a kiss to your knuckles.

"You should be in bed. I'll be up in a bit." He finally turned his head to look at you, and really you should've listened to him and let him finish. But currently you weren't really thinking clearly.

"I know. Just missed you." You pressed a long lingering kiss to his cheek. It was innocent enough.

Bruce leaned into the touch. He quickly realized the real reason as to why you came down there, as you started kissing down his neck.

He murmured your name. He had work to do. He knew that, and yet he was tilting his head back as you kissed lower.

"Just take a small break. You've been so busy as of late. Feels like I've hardly seen you." You were kissing further down his neck. Your hands trailed along his arms with a featherlight touch.

"I need to get this done." He says as he actively doesn't stop you. He tilted his head further back.

You end up moving into his lap, his hands instinctively finding your waist as you settle.

A low groan bubbles up from his throat as he feels you slightly grinding against him.

"Fuck."

"Missed you so much. Need you so bad, Bruce. Please." Your voice was needy, and desperate. Your hips rocking against his lap.

He helped you rock against his lap his hands were big and warm against your waist. His voice was a low in your ear.

"Couldn't even wait for me to get done, could you?" He was rocking you faster against his lap. Soft moans were leaving your lips as he moved you back and forth against the his hard cock through his dress pants.

"Bruce..." You clung to him desperately. Your hips rocked faster against him. Chasing your high.

His voice was a low rumble in your ear, that only served as gasoline to the metaphorical fire that was your pleasure.

"Bruce, I'm close please. Gonna cum." The tight coil in your stomach was on the verge of snapping. A steady stream of moans pouring from your lips.

He talked you through it as he kept steadily rocking you against his lap.

A whimper broke loose from your lips as the coil finally snapped. Your face was buried into his neck.

He continued moving you against his lap as you rode out the waves of your climax. Your body going lax against him.

He kissed the side of your head as you came down from your high. He didn't move you nor ask for anything in return. Simply, held you as he finished his work. After which he would carry you to bed.

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[h3110-dar1in9]

Bruce Wayne/Batman Works:

"Batty isn't he?" || Bruce Wayne X Wife! Reader

Need you. Now. || Bruce Wayne X Wife! Reader [SMUT]

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DC

Characters:

Bruce Wayne

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[h3110-dar1in9]

"Batty isn't he?" || Bruce Wayne X Wife! Reader

AN: The Bruce Wayne I had in mind whilst writing this was the Bruce from the series, "The Batman." I apologize if this isn't the best, as I am still getting my baring's for writing on Tumblr. Regardless, I hope you enjoy darlings!

The people of Gotham had always wondered for years if billionaire, playboy Bruce Wayne would ever settle down. It was by a large surprise when the man actually did. With his reputation for being a ladies man, and how young he was it truly came as a shock for Gotham.

Despite how it may have seemed Bruce Wayne had in fact settled down.

You were a young women from a more wealthy crowd. The two of you had met and hit it off, and he went out with you more (thanks to the ushering of Alfred).

One date turned into two, and two and three. Eventually those dates turned into wedding bells.

For the first bit of your marriage you had no knowledge of The Batman whatsoever. However, after exploration of the manor and some (mediocre) detective work you found The Batcave, and with it the knowledge of what your husband truly did at night.

Safe to say that Bruce had a surprise waiting for him back at The Batcave.

The night had been long for The Batman. A series of elaborate robberies that had lasted nearly all night. It was late and Bruce was tired.

The Batcave was silent, unnaturally so. Usually there was the sound of bats, or prevalently the sound of Alfred.

"Alfred's upstairs."

He turned and there you were sat at the Batcomputer.

"You shouldn't be down here."

"Were you ever going to tell me that you parade around at night dressed as a bat?" You sat up in the chair.

"I didn't tell you for a reason." He took the cowl off and looked at you. Really looked at you.

"Please don't say its to keep me safe, because if it is I don't wanna hear it."

Miraculously, He didn't say anything after that. How were you not surprised.

"I don't care what you do at night. All I care about is that you come back home safe."

"Not exactly like it matters now does it?" He had a reluctant smirk on his face.

"I'm your wife. You really thought you could keep you this from your wife?"

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[h3110-dar1in9]

Malleus Draconia Works:

Once Upon a Dream || Malleus Draconia X Reader

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[h3110-dar1in9]

Twisted Wonderland

Characters:

Malleus Draconia

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[h3110-dar1in9]

Once Upon a Dream || Malleus Draconia X Reader

AN: This is a shorter one. I highly recommend listening to the song "Once upon a dream." by Lana Del Ray whilst reading this! Anyways, I hope you enjoy my darlings!

"I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream."

You could never remember much from that dream. You never could every time that you tried. However, the parts that you did remember truly were wonderful.

You remembered a garden. The garden itself was absolutely stunning. It was warm, but not a warmth akin to a hot summer's day. It was the kind of warmth that you found in the embrace of a loved one. The warmth was comforting, and made you feel safe.

You also remembered yourself dancing. Dancing was never a talent that you possessed, let alone waltzing.

However, you weren't dancing alone. You were dancing with a man that you vaguely remember being quite tall. The most unique feature about him were the two dark ebony horns atop his head.

"I know you, that look in your eye is so familiar a gleam."

The man was smiling, at least you thought he was. No matter how hard you tried you could never recall the exact details of his face. All that you could remember about the man were the eyes that he had. His eyes were such a vibrant green color. They were like endless pools of gleaming emerald that you could have gotten lost in.

He had looked upon you so fondly, so full of love. The two of you danced for hours it seemed underneath the twinkling star filled sky.

"Yet, I know it's true that visions are seldom all they seem."

After the dance had ended the man whisked you away further into the garden. The two talked about things that seemed so foreign, and yet so familiar all at once.

"But if I know you, I know what you'll do."

He had expressed how much he deeply cared for you. After that you remember a wetness on your face that wasn't there before. You had started crying. Every time that you tried to recall the exact reason as to why the tears started to fall, you couldn't remember.

Yet, when your tears started to fall the man had only smiled and wiped them away.

He was so wonderful.

Not long after wiping the tears from your eyes did the man look saddened.

He had told you he must go. You begged and pleaded for him to stay, so that you may spend more time together in the garden.

The man only smiled in response and wiped the tears that had began to fall anew.

He had promised you that one day the two of you would meet again.

Before another word could leave your lips, your eyes went dark.

"You'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream."

Your eyes opened and you were back home in bed.

Oh, how you longed for that dream to have lasted forever.

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[h3110-dar1in9]

Jinu Works:

"Is it really you my love?" || Jinu X Reader

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[h3110-dar1in9]

K-Pop Demon Hunters

Characters:

Jinu

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[h3110-dar1in9]

"Is it really you my love?" || Jinu X Reader

AN: I hope you guys enjoy this. This is an idea that I have had for a very long while, and I absolutely adore it! Also fair warning I apologize that the reader is described as a female.

Premise: Many years ago Jinu had a lover. One from a life that has long since passed. You had passed away, but your soul lived on in every life time. Now he has found you again, but he is far from the man that you once knew.

A long time ago the world itself was far different than the one that we know now. A time when not much was known about demons. In that world there was a human.

His name was Jinu.

He was a sweet boy, but he was cursed with that harsh realities of life. He and his family were poor. The boy longed to provide for his family. All in the hopes that their bellies may be fed and their bodies be warm. The boy had tried everything that he knew. The poor thing was as desperate as they came.

One day a voice spoke within the confines of his mind. However, this voice was not his own. This voice spoke to him and offered him everything that he had been longing for and more. Everything he could ever want could be his. All for a price.

Jinu was desperate, so desperate in fact that he had not thought twice before accepting the voice's offer.

What the voice had given him was something that he had not expected.

It gave him a voice unlike any other. This voice paired with the ability he already possessed to play the Bipa, allowed him to earn money easily. Easier than he could've ever dreamed. He was finally able to give his family the life that they deserved.

However, as it always was in human nature people flocked to the talent that the boy possessed. The music he was able to produced was unlike any that they had heard. It was only natural that these people offered him a place among the finest to share the talents that he had. He was seen as one of the finer members of their society. Jinu above things was only human, so he agreed without a second thought. He did not see his family when he did so. No, he saw the status and the greed. Without a second thought in his mind the young boy accepted.

So that is where he went.

For a long time he would perform for those of higher status, and as a result he was able to live a life of luxury that he had only dreamed of.

Many women had said compliments of all kind to him over the time that he had lived his life. Even more so now that he had joined the higher class. All of them thankless compliments, or even unsavory comments.

But then along came you.

You were far different. A female of higher status, yes. But you were kind and loving in ways that he was unused to. You would give to those below you. Your smile was warmer than the very sun. You would come and talk to him for hours on end. These talks didn't consist of what he thought. You just genuinely cared about others about him. You asked not about his voice, or what he could play for you. No, you asked about him. Plain and simple. Who he was, and such.

Somehow the days you both spent talking turned into weeks and then months.

He had grown to adore the talks that the both of you had.

You would take him away from the duties that he had merely so that you could talk to him in private. All so that you could enjoy each other's company.

Before Jinu had realized it a romance had beautifully blossomed.

The love between the two of you was warm. Far warmer than any fire, or blanket. The love in which he held for you rivaled the one that man had for the very sun. In your way you were the sun. His sun.

Jinu had long since forgotten the deal that he had made long ago.

The times that he spent with you were the happiest of his entire life.

But, life had a way of bringing back up the past. This couldn't have been more true, for when the voices started.

Voices that would yell and scream in his mind. Over time yelling louder and louder. The voices seemed to only get worse and worse. They filled him with a sense of dread and despair that spread throughout his entire body.

Through all of that he could live with the voices. With the dread and the despair. He had the luxury he had longed for, and he had you.

That was all he ever needed.

Until, he didn't have you anymore.

You had gotten sick. So sick in fact that Death himself was days away it seemed from knocking on your door. You would be dead within a month if not sooner.

Jinu was heartbroken Devasted even. He hadn't known love until he had met you. You made his life and soul whole. If he were to lose you it would be like losing a part of himself.

So he prayed, pleaded, and begged to any God that would listen to him. Save you please. Don't take you from him. Don't take his sun.

Then a voice spoke in his mind. A voice he had remembered from a time that seemed like eons ago. Somehow, he remembered the voice. The voice offered him a lifeline.

You would die, but your soul would persevere, and move on to the next lifetime. This cycle would continue for eternity.

In return for this gift Jinu would become something he had only heard stories of. A demon.

His soul would be chained and tortured for Gwi-Ma's benefit. Forever.

The hesitation he held was on that lasted only briefly. He thought about the pain and suffering that you have endured. Without another thought on the matter he agreed.

The transition happened quicker than he thought it would, but it was no less painful. His humanity was gone. Never to be seen again.

However, like Gwi-Ma had said you did indeed die, but your soul had lived on. For many centuries over and over you lived many lifetimes, all in which your soul survived.

Jinu had saw you again, but it was every fiber of what was left of his heart that he hoped you were happy.

His past was something that he had not liked to think about often. His past was not one he thought of when he proposed the idea of a demon boy band to Gwi-Ma. It was by sheer luck that Gwi-Ma had agreed at all.

The plan unfolded exactly as he predicted it to. They were loved all around. The Saja Boys were a hit unlike any other.

Jinu in his long existence as a demon considered himself unable to feel any emotions anymore. Such things were from a time long since passed.

He was proven wrong when he saw a face he never thought he would see again. A face that might as well been a ghost. The soul of the poor individual that he was stealing from was long forgotten.

Surely it could not have been you. Right?

Against every part of him that said otherwise he followed you. Whatever was left of his heart gave a traitorous thump against his ribcage when he heard you speak.

It really was you. After all this time.

He wanted to hug, kiss, and hold you. He had missed you so much. You looked the exact same as you did so long ago.

But his world came crashing down when the realization hit him. He was far different than he used to be. A monster among men. The marks covering his skin were a testament to that.

Besides, it wasn't like your soul would have remembered him anyhow. But oh how he longed to see you smile again. To hear you laugh. To feel your warmth.

He knew he had a job he was supposed to do, but that small part of him that was still human that longed to see you again said otherwise.

He had to see you again.

He had missed you.

So much.

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⟢ Frat!Gojo, who was more myth than man.

⟢ Frat!Gojo, who never worked a day in his life, yet somehow had a resume the length of his forearm—not because he was good at excel—he was just convinced that frat legend, current beer pong champion, creator of 'Gojo's Hangover Cure', and fluent in pussy was all he needed to run any company. Who needs a degree when his dick is nine inches and he can shotgun a beer?

⟢ Frat!Gojo, who after yet another successful night of partying, wakes up to a pounding headache and an email from his advisor that if he doesn't get his GPA up immediately, he'll be expelled.

⟢ Frat!Gojo, who blows it off at first, used to getting emails like this from his advisor. He's no stranger to academic suspension or a threat of expulsion. All he has to do is lock in for a couple weeks, get his GPA up just enough to pass, then he can focus on more important things—like keeping his title of Beer Pong Champion.

⟢ Frat!Gojo, who quickly learns that he can't bullshit his way through astrophysics, and that he should've picked an easier major. If he saw his scrawny, nerdy freshman self right now, he'd beat the shit out of him. With a bat.

⟢ Frat!Gojo, who finally emails his advisor back after getting another D- on his latest quiz, and gets directed to your listing—your name, number, email, prices, and next available opening.

⟢ Frat!Gojo, who emails you immediately and is shocked at how responsive you are, even a little impressed when you're firm on your prices after his half-assed attempt to haggle you down to fifty dollars. Within minutes he's scheduled for tomorrow at noon and a hundred dollars broker.

⟢ Frat!Gojo, who unironically gets lost on his way to the library because he's never on this side of campus, and ends up late by ten minutes. He's already planned his apology—one of his classic moves; boyish grin, a 'sheepish' shrug, then enough flirting to smooth everything over. Or, at least avoid your strict late fee.

⟢ Frat!Gojo, who spins around like an idiot looking for you, only to choke on his spit when the most beautiful woman he's ever seen glares and snaps her fingers to get his attention, pointing at the chair across from herself. He stumbles over, almost as if pulled by an invisible string, and clumsily drops himself into the empty seat like a puppy learning how to sit.

⟢ Frat!Gojo, who feels his dick twitch alive in his jeans when you glare at him, sharp and unimpressed. He barely listens as you berate him for being late and wasting your time, he's too focused on how your plush lips form each word, opening and closing as you insult him. It sends a new thrill down his spine, especially when your cute fingers snap at him again to get his attention, and he has to stop from metaphorically wagging his tail.

⟢ Frat!Gojo, who will absolutely fail his next quiz because he can't focus on stupid equations when every time he gets a problem wrong, you sigh, an exasperated sound followed by your chair scrapping closer so you can insult him more efficiently without disturbing everyone else. Every time you call him a 'fucking idiot' or snap your fingers to make him pay attention, he bites back a whimper.

⟢ Frat!Gojo, who almost whines when you start to pack up your stuff, signaling the end of his session. Did he learn anything? Yes, but not about calculus, just that he really, really likes when pretty women are mean to him. He doesn't even complain when you demand your late fee on top of your established rate—he's so hard, if you asked him for a million dollars, he'd pull out his trust fund.

⟢ Frat!Gojo, who doesn't even make it back to his dorm, dipping into the nearest bathroom to jerk off. He barely remembers to lock the door, already fumbling with his belt and zipper, his cock painfully hard and begging for relief.

⟢ Frat!Gojo, who after only an hour, is fucking his fist to the thought of you. He doesn't even remember your name, just the way you looked, the way you smelled, the way you sounded every time you asked if he was 'fucking stupid?' He imagines your hands—smaller than his, softer—wrapped around his weeping cock. How'd you be so mean to him, probably grip him too tight, stroke him too slow, and edge him until he finally fucking learned something.

He pants, his chest heaving as he tries to mimic his fantasy. Pre-cum beads at his angry, flushed tip. He squeezes his eyes shut, a strangled moan slipping out from behind his clenched teeth as he pictures you again—so fucking beautiful, even when you rolled your pretty eyes at him, long lashes fluttering with the movement. He thinks about how every time you'd snatch his pencil from him to make a correction, your tits would sway, heavy and full and so fucking perfect.

He whimpers—whimpers—as his orgasm builds, his mind still conjuring you up. How your thighs filled out the seat, how bad he wanted them wrapped around his head. How fucking good you smelled, like strawberries, sugar, and sin. How much he wanted you to berate him while he was balls deep in your pussy, calling him a loser, pathetic, a dumb, dumb puppy.

He cums with a cry into his free hand, cum sputtering out in streaks on the tile, making a mess of his hand and school property. He slumps against the wall, his pale cheeks flushed, his dignity gone as post-nut clarity sets in. He winces at the mess he made as he tucks his spent dick back into his boxers, then starts to grab paper towels to clean up the floor and what's left of his self-respect.

⟢ Frat!Gojo, who gets back to his dorm and immediately schedules another tutoring session, only to get rock hard again when he reads your replying text; 'fine, but it's $200 now since you're rich and stupid. btw if you're gonna stare at my tits like a loser, at least be less obvious about it. you looked pathetic.'

ᴀ/ɴ: ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴘᴏꜱᴛᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ ɪɴ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ'ᴍ ɴᴇʀᴠᴏᴜꜱ, ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ ᴏʀ ɪ'ʟʟ ᴄʀʏ

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⟢ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ ɴɪᴄᴇ

|| ᴍᴅɴɪ || ᴍᴇᴀɴ ᴄᴏɴᴄᴜʙɪɴᴇ ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ʜᴇɪᴀɴ ᴇʀᴀ!ʀʏᴏᴍᴇɴ ꜱᴜᴋᴜɴᴀ || ᴄᴡ: ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ + ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ||

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴀ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏᴜꜱᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʀʏᴏᴍᴇɴ ꜱᴜᴋᴜɴᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ, ʜɪꜱ ᴍᴇᴀɴ ᴄᴏɴᴄᴜʙɪɴᴇ.

"No."

Uraume sighs, a sharp, frustrated sound. "You cannot just ignore his summons."

"I can and I will. I am busy, he can summon a different concubine," you spit the word out, your disgust clear. "Mae has been complaining he doesn't summon her enough, perhaps you should bring her to his chambers instead."

You lounge back in the grass, robes loosened to show the soft expanse of your skin to the warm sun—the swell of your breasts, dips of your collarbones, bare feet, calves, and thick thighs—your head tilted back to properly bask in the glow.

It's a perfect afternoon—spring settling in as winter finally ends—and after being trapped in the estate for months as snow piled, you'd rather die than be forced back inside to pleasure a man who isn't worthy of you or your time—let alone your body.

You are one of four concubines that belong to Ryomen Sukuna, the feared King of Curses. Though, unlike the three other women, you've never been to Lord Sukuna's chambers. Nor have you laid on your back for him. Months and months of being trapped, of being diminished to his property by others, of bitterness building like sediment in your veins—you had hopes, you had dreams.

You wanted to be a seamstress, to touch silks and fabrics from places that your eyes would never see, to give shape and body with your needle and thread. And yet, here you lounge, in robes that you did not make, in a garden that is not yours, being summoned like a dog for a man's pleasure?

You'd rather die.

And denying Ryomen Sukuna so boldly? That usually would result in bloodshed, in death. Yet... it never does with you. He does not force you—he never would—but he does not kill you either. If anything, this push and pull seems to have sparked a sort of game between you both. You deny, deny, deny. His summons, his advances, his commands. You insult him—to his face, behind his back—without hesitation or a single stutter.

And he lets you—his mean concubine that hates his guts. He summons you, knowing that you'll tell Uraume no, knowing that you'll curse his name the whole day just for his audacity. Oh how beautiful you look when you're angry, your lips—so soft, so plump—spewing such vulgarity. Round face hot with rage, cheeks puffed out, brows scrunched and tight. Your hands—smaller than his, fingers plump—curled into useless fists.

Ryomen Sukuna had grown bored before you—before your arrival, he hadn't bothered with his other concubines in months—finding no appeal in them. Tiny, twig-like things—feeble, weak, too quick to bend to him, too eager to please him. He only kept the three women around because, to be blunt, he forgot about them.

Like mice, they stayed to the walls, silent—out of sight, out of mind—how boring.

Then you arrived—strong, built not to bend, not to break—your chin held high as you addressed him, your eyes never leaving his, your voice never wavering. You offered yourself up in order for your village to be spared from his wrath, though even as you spoke, he could feel the resentment in the room—this was a duty you did not ask for, a life that you did not want—he spared your village only to watch how your lips twisted in a snarl. And just like that his boredom vanished and his libido flared to life.

Uraume sighs again, a familiar sound from them lately. "He did not summon Mae, he summoned you."

You wave a dismissive hand. "And I already told you, no. If he wants company, he should bother his other pets. Mae would be honored to spread her legs for him, as her monthly is arriving soon—she's fertile, maybe she'll be the one to have his monstruous heir."

"Why must you make my job so difficult, hm?"

You tilt your head to look at Uraume, sighing. "Fine. If he desires my company so bad, then I summon him. To the gardens."

"You cannot—"

You shrug, your head tilting back towards the sun, eyes falling shut once more. "I can and I did. His legs are perfectly functional, Uruame. If he desires my company so badly, he will use them."

Uraume nods—a sharp, jerky motion—then turns on one heel and stalks back towards the estate. A snickers slips past your lips as you fully sink back into the grass, your robe opening further to show the sideways spillage of your heavy breasts, the hem tugging further up your thick thighs with the movement. Distantly, you know you should cover up, adjust your robe back into it's modest state—but the sun feels too good, too warm.

"To summon a King in his own domain, I should gut you for your audacity, woman."

A smirk tugs at your lips at Sukuna's gruff voice—he complains, threatens—but he came anyway. "And yet, my sharp tongue has brought you here." You open your eyes, looking up at him through your lashes. "Mae has been complaining that you do not play with her anymore. You attentions seem to be... elsewhere. If you have desires, I suggest you summon her—or Lena, or Naomi. They are always eager to be under their King."

He scoffs, his upper arms crossing over his broad chest. "If I had wanted their company, I would've commanded it. I summoned you, yet you ignore me for the sun and—" his nose scrunches, his lower hand gesturing at the grass, "—wet grass. My patience has run thin with your defiance."

You roll your eyes, "then kill me, Ryomen. I would rather die than let a man treat me like a dog. You wish for my company? Then you ask for it, not Uraume. You wish for my obedience, then earn my submission. You may be a curse, a monster to others—but you are nothing but a man to me."

Anger flares Sukuna's nostrils, his lower hands curling into fists—but even as he grows tired of your mouth, his cocks only twitch awake—his own body betraying him. He should punish you, cut your tongue out as he's threatened many times before—but you look sinful in the glow of the sun, your robe a mere suggestion at this point rather than actual coverage, your face tilted towards his and so very unimpressed by him.

So mean. You don't soften, don't cower or trip over yourself for him, you didn't even bother to use his title.

Such a fucking brat.

He chuckles, dark, amused. "I am much more than a man, brat."

A snort, you look him up and down. "Fine, a deformed man. Is that better?"

"Watch your—"

"My tongue, I know. Your threats mean nothing without action, Ryomen. You still answered my summons, I still have my tongue."

His cocks, thick, heavy, twitch once more. Desire rolling deep in his gut, a hot stone that threatens to boil him from the inside out. For a King whose greed knows no bounds, whose hands are used to taking, he does not want to take you.

He wants your hate, your desire, almost as much as he craves your submission. His mean, mean concubine.

All beauty and defiance, laid out so pretty for him. His cocks—now aching between his thick legs—weep at the tips at the sight of you. In all his years, he's never been so fucking needy before. Constantly hard, constantly aching, his balls heavy with his pent up desires that all surround you. No other woman compares, and he bites back a groan when you shift, causing the robe to slip open more, showing the crease in your soft stomach.

He's so hard it hurts. And you're fucking cruel.

"Are you just going to stand there and stare at me?"

This time he does growl. "You're teasing me."

"I am not. I am sunbathing."

"Close your robes."

You shake your head. "No. I like them open."

Another growl. "Close. Them."

"No."

He wants to rip his hair out, he wants to rip your robe off. He wants to spread your thick thighs wide, bury his face between them, lap at you until you're mewling. He wants them over his shoulders as he splits you open with his cock—just one at first, until you're begging for the other. He knows you could take them, take him.

With a sudden jerk, he turns on his heel and stalks away, leaving you grinning in the grass—your robe still open, and his cocks crying for attention. A loud laugh bursts from you ten minutes later when you hear Mae moaning, the slam of a bed frame against the wall, and Sukuna's frustrated grunting.

So mean to your King.

ᴀ/ɴ: ɪ'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ɪꜰ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴏɴᴇ ɪꜱ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴏʀ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʙʜ, ɪ'ᴍ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ʟᴇᴀʀɴɪɴɢ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴜᴋᴜɴᴀ'ꜱ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ, ꜱᴏ ᴀɴʏ ꜰᴇᴇᴅʙᴀᴄᴋ ɪꜱ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛʟʏ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ!! ɪ'ᴍ ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴍᴇᴀɴ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ꜰɪᴄꜱ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴅᴋ. ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟʟ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ, ᴛʜᴀɴᴋꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ!

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