heian era! sukuna x concubine! reader
summary - every year, your village performs a tradition of sacrificing one human life to the king of curses, ryomen sukuna. this year, that life is yours. you were meant to be left to die, but instead, you're carried to his palace, wrapped in silk, and forced to be his concubine. what starts out as a blood sacrifice turns into a binding tether to the man who was meant to take your life.
a/n - i kept my promise... i'm back and my slump is officially over. i've been cured of writers' block. i hope you enjoy this chapter!! i had fun writing it ;) also i wanna change my username so no one can find me xx
content warnings - not proof read!! virgin reader, stomach mouth, p in v, clit stim, kinda rough sex, oral (fem recieving), sukuna has two dicks, cervix stim, g-spot, stomach bulge, heated kissing, true form! sukuna – (lmk if i missed any!!!!!)
As you walk down the seemingly endless halls of the palace behind him, you have to jog every few steps to keep up with his long strides. He always walks like he has places to be. His heavy gait makes you feel like every step he takes sends tremors through the walls and your body.
Eventually, after passing through an outdoor garden and into a separate building, you reach a set of doors larger and more extravagant than any you've ever seen. He pushes them open and walks inside, holding the door and glaring at you, silently commanding you to follow him in. You feel your heart drop to your stomach. Walking through these doors feels like the most daunting thing you've ever had to do right now. However, as much as you fear walking into his room, you fear his temper more, so you wordlessly walk inside, keeping your head low.
You keep your gaze glued to the floor, expecting him to pounce on you like some feral, horny beast. But he doesn't. You gather some courage and glance up through your lashes, watching as he moves around his room. It's a huge chamber, with a large, curtained bed in the middle. The curtains are drawn back and tied to the posts, letting you see the layers of cushions, and a few pillows on top. Despite the tall windows on one wall to the right of the bed, the room feels dark, filling you with a sense of dread and anticipation. Sukuna has opened a large crate filled with a variety of silk robes in the corner of the room beside a large mirror, and is rustling through it. He decides on a black one with red and gold trimming before standing up. Your nails dig into your palm and you realize you've been clenching your fists this whole time, just awkwardly standing by the door.
He stands up straight and glances at you with an unreadable expression before sauntering to a dark wooden door that leads to a bathroom and slipping inside. He doesn't close the door all the way, but you can loosen your tense stance now that he's not focused on you.
Taking your chance to look around, you scan the room and absorb the things he's put up: a blade hung on a wall, a large mirror in a corner facing the bed, the two crates of silk robes and other garments beside it, a small wooden table with an incense burner on top, a handheld mirror and an empty glass on another small table…
He sure has a lot of mirrors. Self-obsessed, maybe?
You quickly dispel that thought from your brain, as if fearing he might somehow be able to open your skull and peer inside, reading all your thoughts before punishing you.
Just as you're getting lost in a train of anxious thoughts, the door creeks and Sukuna steps out in his clothing, steam rolling off of him. He's left his chest exposed, a signature style of his – it's uncanny to even imagine him with his chest covered.
He stalks toward you and you swallow thickly, lifting your gaze to meet his, a brave move on your part. He looks down at you, scanning your body. Sukuna never made much effort to do more than brief introductions with his concubines, let alone get acquainted with them. In all honesty, he probably doesn't know more than their names.
His hand shoots up to grab your jaw, his index and thumb tilting your face further back.
"You know why you're here, don't you?" he says lowly, his sudden words startling you.
You nod slightly, your chin still held in his hand.
You hesitate for a moment before answering, your voice laced with uncertainty and caution.
"To, uh… fulfill my role as a concubine..?"
His eyes narrow and his grip tightens. "What is that role, girl?" he sneers.
Your cheeks flush in embarrassment. He's really going to make you say it out loud. Your voice comes out meeker than you'd like.
He scoffs a laugh, though there's no smile on his face, and tilts your head back further, leaning down to meet your gaze.
"Pathetic." He drops his hand and steps away from you, looking you up and down non-discreetly. "I’ve changed my mind."
You blank and stare at him, expecting him to continue. He just turns and loosens his clothes slightly. "I'm not in the mood today. Get out."
He didn't need to tell you twice. You slipped out of his bedroom and practically sprinted down the halls back to your room. What the hell was that about? He brought you all the way there, made you wait for him to finish bathing, just to say a few sentences — which you already knew, mind him — and kick you out? You're a bit irritated, but mostly relieved that it didn't go any further.
As you lay in your bed, you can hear the sounds of soft breathing coming from all the other sleeping women. The earlier encounter confused you more than it scared you, if you’re being honest with yourself. However, you try to focus on the friendships you’ve begun to make with some of the other concubines, which has somewhat lessened the impact of your drastically-changed life on you.
The next morning, you go about your regular morning routine and follow a group of women, among them Miyuri, to Sukuna’s throne room. He’s currently lounged with his arms and legs spread out, while two servants set down trays of luxurious breakfasts and fruits for him. He bears his signature unimpressed expression as the concubines approach him and begin preparing to feed him. You pick up a plate of sugared grapes, each cut in half and de-seeded, and stand by his side. He glances at you then tilts his head in your direction. You pick up a slice and bring it to his mouth. He stares right at you as he eats it from between your fingers, his tongue brushing against them in the process.
As the many beautiful concubines surround and feed him, you zone out while continuing your task. Almost as if he can sense your unfocused state, his gaze snaps to you, his lower set of eyes squinting. One of his arms reaches out and grabs your hand that’s holding the plate, making you stumble slightly, a few slices rolling off and bouncing down the steps in front of his throne comically. But nothing is funny to you right now.
Your face pales and you immediately pull away with a gasp. “I-I’m so sorry, my lord! Please, forgive me,” you exclaim, setting the plate down and moving to kneel and pick up the mess, bracing yourself for a punishment. But you’re stopped by a rough tug of his hand again, pulling you to your feet in front of him.
“Leave it. You,” he snaps gruffly, gesturing to a concubine across from him named Izumi. “Pick them up. Now.”
Izumi scrambles to her feet to clean up the mess while you stare at him, shocked and confused. He lets go of you and goes back to eating.
“Make that mistake again and I’ll have your hands chopped off.”
You nod frantically and bow before sitting back down, your hands clenched into fists, sweat forming on your temples before dripping down the side of your face. You don’t understand anything going on with him and the way he’s treating you. One moment, you think you’re about to be slaughtered, then the next, he’s sparing your life despite being a ruthless, feared king who knows no mercy. He didn’t even force you to do anything you didn’t want to the previous night, simply stated he ‘wasn’t in the mood’ and kicked you out. You’ve heard from the other concubines that he’s like a bottomless pit of lust, so for him to do that was very out-of-character in your mind.
For the next few days, you try to stay as hidden as possible, even more than before after your slip-up. You take on chores that servants are supposed to be responsible for, sticking to the shadows and drowning yourself in mundane tasks like washing fruit or organizing the fabric storage. Miyuri and the other women have noticed your self-isolation, so they try to coax you to join them in regular concubine activities.
“All of Lord Sukuna’s concubines are expected to be reflections of his status, so we spend our time educating ourselves and learning etiquette.” Miyuri explains the roles to you as she had your first week here, and leads you by the hand to a floor table with pieces of parchment, jars of ink, inkstones, and calligraphy brushes. A few women are sitting around it, their hands gracefully swiping characters and letters onto the yellow surfaces.
“You mustn’t do any chores, Fujikawa. That’s for the servants. Lord Sukuna will be very angry if he catches you, okay?”
You nod as you sit down on a cushion beside her and pick up a brush. You practice writing your own name a few times, the symbols feeling foreign after so long. The repeated action of writing your name makes you feel humanized again, like you’re not actually just one of the King of Curses’ many concubines, trapped for who-knows-how-long. You feel like the humble bookkeeper of Shinonomori village again.
You and the other women sit there for hours practicing calligraphy, and you begin to find a soothing enjoyment in the activity. Miyuri shows you all the different skill stations and activities that the concubines fill their time with. There is a room full of many different musical instruments, a library full of scrolls and women practicing poetry, and a large courtyard to practice etiquette with all the other people of the palace. When you’ve finally seen everything, you feel much more at ease. Maybe you can survive here after all.
One night, you’re writing at the table as the others wind down for bed, when the door opens. Sukuna stands there, taking up the entire doorway as he scans the room. The concubines all bow. You instinctively sink down, your grip on the brush tightening. His searching gaze lands on you and you curse internally.
You drop the brush and quickly get to your feet, brushing your hair back as you bow once more and follow him out of the room. Your heart is pounding, but you’re not as afraid of him as you were at the beginning. The muscles in his back shift and bulge with every step he takes, like the shadows flock to him and sculpt his body. You can’t help but admire his devastatingly handsome form. After the long walk to his chambers, you shut the door behind you and lower your head, waiting for him to speak. You’ve been mentally preparing yourself for the moment you’ll have to sleep with him since he kicked you out over a week ago. You knew you got lucky that night, and it wouldn’t be long before he actually went through with it.
He starts derobing and tossing them onto a large chest that has all his robes and kimonos inside. He glances at you over his shoulder.
“You know what you’re here for. Get in the bed.”
Your heart drops to your stomach, but you approach the bed and begin taking off your outer robes.
“Where… do I put my clothes?” you ask shyly. He makes an offhand gesture to the floor.
“I don’t care. The servants will deal with it.”
You decide to play it safe and fold your robes before setting them on the floor by his bed. He’s already climbed in and sprawled out like the true king he is. You hesitantly lift the blanket and climb underneath, sitting beside him. He turns to you and sits up. Before you can even process what’s going on, you’re laying back on the pillows and he’s hovering over you, two strong arms holding him up while another moves toward your fearful face. He pushes the hair from your face and glares at you.
“Stop acting like I’m going to eat your head off,” he snaps. “Stupid woman.”
“I don’t care. I command you to relax.”
As you stare up at him, you run your gaze over the markings on his face, his sharp features, and his short pink hair that looks surprisingly soft. He picks up on your looks and smirks, bringing his face closer to yours.
“There you go,” he says condescendingly, his breath brushing your lips. You swallow nervously and turn your head away. He grabs your chin with one of his hands not holding him up and makes you look at him.
“Don’t turn away from me. You have the privilege of being in my presence, in my bed, and when I’m done, of having experienced utmost pleasure at my hands,” he scolds you, his voice rumbling with power. Then his face shifts to realization and exasperation. “You’re a virgin, aren’t you?”
You quickly nod and look at him anxiously, silently pleading for him to have mercy on you, even though you know that’s a concept only fools would associate with Ryomen Sukuna. He leans down and presses a kiss to your jawline, one of his hands snaking up to tilt your head back further, letting him kiss down the expanse of your neck, taking in your rapid pulse and quick breaths.
“Figures,” he murmurs against your skin before pulling back and looking at your already-flushed face. He scoffs. “Well, not my problem.”
Despite his cruelty, he feels the tension in your body and looks you up and down. He sighs in dramatic annoyance.
“Women…” he grumbles. “You should be honored to have your virginity taken by the King of Curses himself. If I tell you I won’t be too rough, will you stop your incessant squirming? You’re annoying me.”
You stare at him dumbfounded but nod and swallow thickly. “Okay… I’m sorry.”
He rolls his eyes, then he’s kissing you. Tilting your head back, slanting his lips against yours, he kisses you with a fervor that leaves you breathless. His sharp teeth nip at your lower lip as you struggle to keep up with him, kissing him back despite yourself. You can feel a dull warmth in your stomach grow as you reflexively reach a hand up and grip his forearm by your head. He makes a noise into your mouth and his upper set of arms start exploring your body, barely covered by the thin white robe you’re wearing.
Rough hands slide down your waist, up your arched back, down your sides, and splay across your heated skin. When you feel one of his lower hands slide up your thigh, lifting the robe with it, you gasp slightly into his mouth and glance down. He turns your head back up to him and bites your lip before kissing you deeply again.
Moments later, he’s completely discarded your robe on the floor, leaving you bare below him. You’ve never felt so vulnerable in your life – and you were the victim of a sacrifice just a month ago. Two hands grab at your breasts, one arm holds him up, and the other slides down to your leg and makes its way to your lower back, where he splays his hand and pushes your spine into an arch against him. His tongue explores your mouth, licking over your lips and sliding against yours.
The way he kisses you takes your breath away, like he’s sucking the air straight from your lungs to fill his own. You’re lost in it when suddenly, you hear an unfamiliar voice from down below.
“Who’s this, hah? A new snack?”
The lewd tone makes you snap out of your daze to look down, a bewildered expression on your face when you see a large mouth right on Sukuna’s abdomen. The king himself just scowls and turns your face back up.
“Ignore it.” Before you can question him, his mouth is back on yours. But the voice persists.
“Oi. I’m talkin’ here. Let me have a taste, yeah? Smells sweet,” the mouth continues, it’s crude words both unsettling and flustering you. Sukuna groans against your mouth and pulls back to look down.
“Silence,” he snaps. “You are an inferior part of me.”
You finally find some courage to speak up, though your voice comes out timidly.
“Uh… my lord? What… is that?”
Sukuna’s gaze snaps to you and his eyes narrow in annoyance.
“What does it look like, you foolish woman?” he spits. “My second, and may I say, more greedy, mouth. You shall soon get to know him well.”
Your brows furrow in slight irritation and anxiety. He then grabs your legs with his lower set of arms, pulling you closer, and grabs a pillow to slide under your hips. His fingers move between your legs, feeling the slick heat. Clicking his tongue, he wipes his sticky fingers on his abdomen, which opens right up and slurps it with exaggerated noises and a grin. Your thighs try to close on instinct.
Sukuna stops them from closing with one large hand, while another two work on removing his pants. The tie loosens and they drop, revealing not one, but two cocks side by side. Each tip is red and leaking pre, and two large veins run down the undersides. But what shocks you most is their size. You had expected Sukuna to be big – he’s big in many other ways too – but you somehow underestimated what it’d be like to actually see his length in person. His dicks must be at least eight inches long, and you get a good view of their thickness when Sukuna wraps a hand around one and pumps languidly, a cocky look on his face.
He always loves seeing the first reaction to his size. It gives him a rush of ego and sadistic pleasure, knowing they’ll end up drained and ruined when he’s done with them.
“Yeah, yeah. I know,” he says, predatory eyes locked on your nervous face.
You swallow thickly, your throat bobbing as you glance between his head and back down. He pulls you closer and adjusts you the way he wants before dragging one of his cocks through your wet folds, the tip probing at your entrance. He hums lowly and one of his upper arms slides under your back, lifting you up to meet his lips as he crashes them onto yours. He bites your lip and smooths it over with his tongue, and you feel him push the head in. You gasp and whimper at the sudden stretch, a dull pain throbbing as he pushes further then stops.
He pulls back and looks down at you with dark eyes.
“Tch. I hate virgins,” he grumbles. “Listen, woman. I refuse to deal with any incessant crying, so I will go slower. If you cry, I’ll slap you. Got it?”
You nod quickly, no longer caring about his cruel words so long as it means you get even a drop of gentleness during this vulnerable moment.
Surprisingly enough, he keeps his word and stays with just an inch inside you. He remains unmoving until he feels your body relax around him, and pushes in further. His tip meets the thin wall of resistance inside you, and he glances at your face. Your brows are furrowed, your breath coming in shallow pants, and you have one hand loosely clamped over your mouth to muffle any noises you might make.
Usually, Sukuna wouldn’t care about whether he hurts a woman during sex. He’d brush her off and say that he’s not too rough, she’s just weak. Even with women who have never had sex before, previously he wouldn’t think twice before burying his cock deep inside them, ignoring the thin layer of blood and slick on his cock as he moves, and the tears that always run down their cheeks.
He tells himself that he’s only going slower with you because he gets so pissed off when they cry, and he finds it unbearably annoying, plus you seem like a crybaby to him. That’s it.
He curses under his breath when he feels your walls clench around his cock, like you’re trying to pull him in. He braces two hands beside your head and holds your hip with another. Then, he thrusts forward, the hymen breaking and allowing him to sheathe himself further inside you. He exhales a sigh while your breath hitches. Clenching your eyes shut and biting the inside of your palm, you try to distract yourself from the sting as he starts to move.
“Oi. Woman. Open your eyes this instant,” he demands. Your eyes flutter as you blink up at him, your eyes glistening. He groans slightly and feels your entire body tense. “Tsk. At least you’re not crying.”
His thrusts start shallow, and when you glance down you realize that he’s only halfway inside you. You tilt your head back slightly and he takes that as an invitation. Leaning down, he licks up your neck and nips the junction between your shoulder and neck. Suddenly, you feel a wet, hot appendage lick a stripe right up your pussy. You gasp and jerk your hips down instinctively.
Sukuna grins down at you wickedly, and suddenly his hips surge forward until he’s bottomed out inside you. You let out a strangled moan, gasping as the head of his cock bumps your cervix. Your silk walls clench tightly around him, hindering him from moving. He groans and presses a hand down on your lower stomach where a faint bulge can be seen from how deep his length is inside you, the slight upward curve rubbing right against a spot you didn’t even know existed.
A rough laugh rumbles from his throat as he looks down at your soft stomach where the outline of his cock is.
“How adorable,” he croons darkly. “That’s never happened before, heh.”
A whine escapes you as he starts grinding into you, the pink hairs dusting his pelvis brushing your skin. His second cock slides back and forth where your thigh meets your pussy. It drips pre onto your body, leaving a glistening trail.
Sukuna increases his pace and stares down at you with a hungry gaze. He rubs your hips with his free hands, making your body relax around him. Now that he can move with ease, his pace goes from a steady rhythm to long, deep thrusts that pull sweet moans out of you with every plap of his hips against yours.
Each bump of his leaky tip against your cervix shoots tingles of pleasure and pain up your body. He leans down to hover over you, and his stomach mouth starts lapping at your pussy, slurping up the treacly slick around your clit that gushes out with every thrust. That mouth seems to have a mind of its own, letting out groans of pleasure between licks. The dual stimulation brings you closer and closer to the edge. Your hands shoot out to grip his forearms, nails digging into his skin as you pant. Sukuna himself doesn’t make much noise other than a few grunts.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he huffs. “Take it. Stupid girl.”
You can barely see straight as he continues thrusting into you, the room filled with obscene squelches and the smell of sex. Your eyes flutter and roll back as his cock grinds against your sweet spot.
“C’mon. Cum on my cock, woman. Show me how good I am.”
His stomach mouth seems to sense how close you are as well and doubles down on its ministrations, sucking on your swollen clit. Those words along with the extra stimulation push you over. Your spine bows upward, your head tilts back, and your nails claw down his arms and back, leaving marks in their wake. A long, breathless moan leaves your moan and you lift a hand to muffle your sounds, cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
One of Sukuna’s hands reaches up and moves yours away from your face.
“Stop that. Let me hear you. That’s an order.” Your thighs tremble slightly and you swallow, your mouth dry from all the panting.
Even through your climax, Sukuna doesn’t slow down or give you a break. Now on his knees, he continues pounding into you, one of his lower hands wrapping around his aching cock to pump in time with his hips. His forehead has a sheen of sweat on it. You can’t help but admire his thick thigh muscles and flexed biceps, imagining what it would be like to have him put you in a chokehold. Your feet point and tighten around his hips. He uses your thigh to pull you closer, impaling you further on his length and making you choke on a moan.
“O-Oh— hah—!” you pant, gripping the sheets below you for anything to ground you.
Sukuna furrows his brows and pumps one, two, three times, then he pulls out and cums all over your lower stomach. Ropes of cum splutter out of his tips, the sight making you dizzy. His head tilts back all the way, showing off his sharp jawline and neck.
You pant softly, catching your breath as you pull yourself together. You’re sure you look a mess, even after just one round. He looks down at you and something in his eyes flickers.
Your eyes flit to him in confusion.
“…Fujikawa. Fujikawa Y/N,” you mumble shyly, feeling strangely like you’re in trouble. He lets out a low hum then pulls his pants back up, tying them around his hips. Shuffling beside you, he flops down and lays with his muscular back to you.
“Go clean up. Then return.”
You sit up, taking a moment to breathe, and climb out of the bed. Using the post to stand, you gather your robe from the floor and head to the bathing room adjoined to his chambers.
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