When you try to leave the bed from Enjin, he'll exude a prolong, dramatic ass groan and will immediately latch around onto your waist, all while planting his face into the midst of your lower back and pecking at the skin with subtle, messy little kisses. Telling you in between rhythmic snores and disheveled grunts of lingered sleep deprivation and longing for you to stay in bed with him. His tattooed forearms would pull you back abruptly back into his lazy warmth whenever he feels you move just a bit.
pairing: ryomen sukuna x fem!reader (university au)
summary: sukuna has a notorious reputation on campus of being terrifying, but it's hard to be too scared of the guy when he shows up to your family’s failing bakery every day to buy strawberry shortbread.
when your life feels like its falling apart you discover just how sweet he can be.
word count: 5.7k
content: 18+ mdni, smut, university au, FLUFF, angst, humor, slow burn, idiots in love, miscommunication, parental illness, grief, toxic ex-bf, reference to past sexual coercion/assault, stress and overwork, introverted reader, panic attacks, anxiety, loss of a parent
a/n: sorry for making you all wait for so long, I hope you enjoy the final chapter of these babies
series masterlist | ao3 | previous chapter (ch16)
“Maybe I should just forget it.” Your voice was quivering as you stared down at the notes laid out before you. The words had started to jumble together on the page, creating an incomprehensible mess.
“Huh?”
Sukuna glanced over at you, red eyes alight with surprise. The two of you had been sitting in silence for the last few hours, completely absorbed in your own tasks. You’d been desperately trying to cram as much information as possible into your head before your upcoming exams, while Sukuna had been fixated on playing Disco Elysium.
Considering that you both had final exams in the coming days, your general demeanours couldn't be further apart.
Sukuna seemed genuinely unconcerned by any pressure, certain that he could study the night before and pass, seeing no merit in fretting the way that you currently were. Meanwhile, you’d reached the point where you were certain you’d already run out of time, and were ultimately doomed to failure.
Even though you’d diligently kept up with your studies during your time in Kyushu, you were certain that it hadn’t been enough. Missing out on smaller seminars and workshops by studying remotely was practically a death sentence in your area of study.
Might as well just give up now because you were fucked.
“I’m going to have to re-do the year anyway, why am I trying so hard to fail?”
Sukuna frowned, pausing his game and moving to linger next to the bed you were currently laying on. You were propped up on your elbows, lip quivering as you continued to look at your notes, afraid that if you glanced at Sukuna you’d instantly burst into tears.
He had that effect on you. If you were ever feeling low his comforting presence would always bring out the waterworks - sometimes it was annoying how ineffective you were at holding yourself together whenever he’d show you the smallest shred of concern.
“You’re like the smartest person I know,” Sukuna said softly, his form casting a shadow over you. “I don’t think you could fail if you tried.”
“You called me stupid the other day.” You could practically hear him roll his eyes.
“Yeah, because for someone so smart, you can be really dumb.” The bed creaked beneath his weight as he took a seat beside you, warmth radiating off his body. “Always coming up with silly ideas like how you’re gonna fail, when we both know that’s not happening.”
“It might-” you started, turning to finally look at him. Just as you’d expected, the sight of his concerned expression had you choking on your words, eyes instantly growing watery.
“Come here, baby.” He whispered, wrapping his arms around you and tugging you into his chest. You let the warmth of his hoodie encase you, tears finally spilling over once you were secure within his embrace.
“I’m gonna fail- I can’t- I’m just too far behind.”
“Baby, you’ve been studying for weeks now. When was the last time you took a break outside of grabbing a few hours of sleep?” He had a point, and it wasn’t like you could dismiss that with a lie when you’d literally been studying in his room - he could see plain as day that you’d barely been taking breaks.
If he knew how little sleep you’d been getting while he was off away in dreamland, he’d probably be even more frustrated with you.
“I don’t have time,” you mumbled into his hoodie.
“You’ve studied more than literally anyone I know. You have time.” Gently peeling you away from the safety of his hoodie, a hand came to rest below your chin, tilting your face up to make you look at him properly. “We’re gonna go get some fresh air.”
“It’s like 11pm already,” you mumbled.
“So? Doesn’t look like you were planning on sleeping any time soon anyway.” He stood up and tossed a coat in your direction. “Put that on, I don’t want you catching a cold.”
Knowing that he was probably right, and that it was pointless to oppose him whenever he set his mind to looking after you, you pulled the jacket on as asked. You found that your tears were already drying by the time you were appropriately togged up for the weather, giggling as Sukuna pushed a beanie onto your head.
“Perfect. Aren’t you just adorable?” He cooed, before flicking you softly in the forehead and ushering you out of his room.
The house was silent as the two of you headed out into the night. Choso was probably staying over at Yuki’s place, and Sukuna had mentioned that Toji had been seeing someone lately and was likely spending the night with her. It was a little strange to not hear the ambient noise of one of the two other boys milling around - you’d become accustomed to their presence over the last few weeks.
Not quite sure what Sukuna had in mind in terms of a destination, you let yourself be led along beside him, basking in the warmth of his hand tangled with yours. Even if his presence still had your heart pounding, you’d gotten to the point where being with him felt easy and comfortable, no longer anxious about what he might think of you.
Because you knew that he loved you.
He’d proved it over and over again.
You’d shown him all of your worst sides - he’d seen you at your most stressed, most anxious, most grief stricken - and he’d still stuck with you, rewarding you with that gentle affection that was reserved exclusively for his precious girlfriend.
“I think you’d like the game I’m playing right now,” he said, filling the comfortable silence as you wandered together, enjoying the night air. “Once exams are done you should play it. I’d find it funny to watch which choices you’d pick.”
You had to admit that your interest had been piqued by the game he was currently fixated on, but you’d been too focussed on your revision to really pay attention. “You’ll make fun of me though,” you said with a pout, recalling how hard he’d laughed when the two of you had played PEAK together.
A smile lit up his face, clearly recalling the same memory. “There’s no actual gameplay in this one, it's all just pointing and clicking. I really think you’d love it.” Sukuna went on to explain the outline of Disco Elysium and its overall appeal, only faltering when the two of you passed a 7/11.
The warmth pouring out through the automatic doors was inviting, and you felt your stomach growl. It was hard to recall the last time you’d actually eaten anything of substance. Both you and Sukuna had been so invested in your own tasks that the day had largely gone by without either of you noticing.
“We should probably grab something to eat, huh?” He suggested, giving your hand a squeeze. “You’re probably just grumpy because you’re hungry.”
“I’m not grumpy.”
You were, but there was no way you were going to admit to it when he had a big shit-eating grin on his face.
“Sure, baby. But let's give some food a go anyway.”
The two of you wandered into the inviting warmth, milling around until you picked something you wanted. You decided on tuna onigiri, while Sukuna grabbed himself a piece of fried chicken from the warm food section at the counter. He paid for both of you, despite your protests, clutching your hand as he led you back outside and over to a bench in the little park across the road.
The place was deserted. No one with any sense wanted to be out this late in weather this cold, and you found yourself pulling your jacket closer around you, grateful for your gloves as you pulled your hands from your pocket to unwrap your onigiri.
“Do you remember the first time we met?” Sukuna asked, his breath visible in the cold air.
“Of course.” You didn’t think you’d ever forget that evening in the bakery - the way that your heart had raced at the sight of him was etched in your mind forever. Well, that and just how grateful you’d been for his presence on one of the scariest nights of your life. He’d truly been your knight in shining armour that day.
“I think about it whenever I get fried chicken from a convenience store,” he said with a fond smile.
You tilted your head in question, not particularly connecting the dots. “Why?”
“Because the Family Mart chicken is what put everything in motion that day. If I hadn’t gone to the convenience store that evening I would’ve been on the train home by the time those guys stopped you in that alleyway. But because I’d gone to buy chicken, I was in the right place at the right time and then…” He gestured between the two of you, clearly trying to think of the right words. “And then all of this happened.”
You giggled. “So you’re saying that our whole relationship is thanks to famichiki?”
“At least somewhat.” He laughed. As he finished off his food, he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close to his side. The way that his body always seemed to stay warm no matter the circumstances was impressive, and you found yourself huddling close against him to try and heat yourself up. “I feel like your dad had something to do with it too.”
You hummed in agreement. There was no denying that your father had been playing cupid for a while. From the very first time that you and Sukuna had met, your father had been urging you forward with the concept of a relationship, keen for you to find happiness with someone who he perceived as being right for you.
And his judgement really couldn’t have been better.
His work in puppeteering your union really felt like some lovely final gift that he’d provided you, making sure that you were finally happy and safe before he left you behind.
Although, your dad definitely didn’t do all the work.
“I think your effort also had a lot to do with it,” you pointed out.
Considering that you’d literally run from Sukuna the first time he’d tried kissing you, you had to praise the man’s patience and tenacity. Most guys would’ve given up on a girl for far less than that. You didn’t consider yourself to be low maintenance and you’d leant on him a lot over the last few months.
And yet here he was, as loving as ever.
He shrugged. “You make me wanna try, so it didn’t really feel like effort.” Your heart skipped at the casual nature of his comment, a deep flush washing over your cheeks.
“Corny,” you mumbled, hiding your face in his shoulder to stop him from seeing how much you were blushing. He knew anyway, laughter rippling through him as he reached for your face, fingers brushing your lips gently as he tilted your chin up towards him.
“Only for you.”
Leaning down, his lips brushed yours tenderly. While he’d kissed you thousands of times, it somehow still always felt like the first - a moment of pure joy and excitement, the giddy feeling of being a girl with a crush who actually likes her back.
You still couldn’t believe that he was yours, that he wanted a future with you.
It felt silly to be stressing over exams that you’d most likely pass when you had the best thing that had ever happened to you sitting at your side. Through all the bad, you really needed to start appreciating what was good.
And Sukuna was very good.
Breaking the kiss, he peered down at you with those deep crimson eyes, the irises lit up in the yellow light of the streetlamp overhead. He looked beautiful, just as he always did.
“Feeling a bit better, baby?” He asked, and you offered him a hum of affirmation.
He’d been right - you really did need a break. You’d been so locked in on reading your notes that you’d almost forgotten that there was a whole world outside of your exams next week.
And no matter what happened, the Earth wasn’t going to stop spinning.
Somehow that came as a comfort.
“Good. Now, when we get home we’re going to bed, and I’m going to stay up to make sure you actually get some sleep,” Sukuna said sternly.
“Aw, we’re going straight to sleep?” You shot him a suggestive look, a sweet pout on your lips. It seemed to completely disarm his serious demeanour and he shook his head in disbelief, a grin playing on his lips.
“Okay, we can make out a little first.”
“Oh thank god.” You giggled, leaning your head on his shoulder, your heart feeling at ease.
Tomorrow you could get back to studying, and maybe you’d wake up the next morning feeling just as stressed out as ever. But that evening, snuggled up against the man that you loved, it really felt like everything was going to work out just fine.
—
Your exams came and went, giving way to a few very stressful weeks in which you flip-flopped between pretending you didn’t care about the result, and hyperventilating over the idea of having to re-do the year if you’d failed.
At some point Sukuna stopped trying to convince you that you’d passed, because despite all the logical arguments surrounding the fact that you’d worked hard, and had extenuating circumstances leading to more leniency on your grading anyway, everything always fell upon deaf ears.
So instead, he focussed all of his effort on distracting you, which was something he’d always been excellent at, proceeding in all the usual ways by making you watch various movies, taking you out to nice cafes, and spending hours tangled up together in his sheets. His efforts at distraction were also how you found yourself completely absorbed in Disco Elysium, spending days trying to solve the game’s mystery, all while Sukuna sat at your side, offering cryptic hints and advice.
You could understand how he’d been so preoccupied by the game when he should’ve been studying, and it did an excellent job of taking your mind off things for hours at a time.
Not that there was any point to all your worrying anyway, because when your final grade was shared at the start of march, just as the weather started to warm, you discovered that you’d passed with flying colours - just like Sukuna had said you would.
You really were dumb sometimes.
That gave way to plenty of celebration with your friends, followed by a few peaceful weeks leading up to graduation, in which you and Sukuna were free to relax together with no cloud hanging above your head.
At least, beyond the vague concern regarding what the hell you were supposed to do now that school had finished.
Sukuna was already mid-way through the interviewing process for a graduate scheme appropriate for people with engineering degrees. You were almost envious of how certain he seemed to be about his future, moving along with it mechanically like he’d always had a clear plan in mind.
Meanwhile, you had no idea what you were meant to do.
You weren’t sure you were interested in some grad scheme, especially not when all the literature related schemes seemed to dump you straight into some corporate marketing job that would no doubt suck your soul after the first year. You weren’t built for dealing with frustrating stakeholders and circling back - you just couldn’t imagine yourself feeling happy in an office setting.
But that left you adrift, because with a degree like yours, what other direction were you supposed to go?
After a year that had constantly put you under pressure and left you more stressed than you’d ever been, you really wanted to enjoy some time without the weight of big decisions looming in the distance, but this wasn’t one you could escape.
Even with all of Sukuna’s assurances that he could look after you for a while to give you a break, you knew that you didn’t want to be so dependent on him in that way.
You’d have to reach a conclusion soon.
But you tried to put your concerns aside as best as you could as graduation approached midway through March. Sukuna and all your friends seemed so happy and carefree, everyone’s spirits high in the temperate spring weather as they celebrated their final days as students.
You weren’t going to be the one to drag the vibes down just because you couldn’t figure out what you wanted out of life. It wasn’t like all your friends knew what they were going to do - they were simply living in the now and seeing where life took them.
After years at university you were owed a moment of peace before entering a new cycle of fretting, and that’s what you promised yourself that graduation was going to be.
The afternoon that you finally received your degree was lovely and warm, not unlike the day that you’d first met Sukuna nearly a year prior. You were wearing a green dress beneath your robes, more ecstatic than you could’ve imagined as you walked across the stage, receiving a handshake and your diploma, which felt so precious in your hands.
You hadn’t really expected to be there.
The last year, perhaps even the last few years, had felt like you were constantly trekking up a mountain with no summit, fighting just to take a single step. To some extent, you’d wondered if you’d ever come out of the other side after all the suffering that had been tossed your way.
But there you were - a graduate.
Despite it all, you’d made your way through.
When you’d imagined this moment in the years gone by, you’d imagined it to be a little different. You’d expected to look out into the crowd and see both your parents, eyes shiny with pride, infinitely happy with the accomplishments of their little girl. It hurt to look towards your mom and see a stranger sitting to the left of her, in the position where your father should’ve been.
He would’ve been so proud of you.
Perhaps bitter disappointment should’ve hung in your chest, and maybe under different circumstances a desperate feeling of grief might’ve overwhelmed you as you exited the stage. But as your eyes swept to the right of your mother, those sad feelings were drowned beneath the brightness of Sukuna’s smile.
He was there and he was alive.
The void that your father’s death left in your heart would never dissipate, the grief was something you’d carry with you for as long as you lived, but your heart would grow bigger around it.
There was still so much love for you to experience in your life, and even in your worst year, you found the best thing you ever could’ve imagined.
And you’d hold on to that happiness as fiercely as you knew your father had wanted you to.
“Congratulations sweetie!” Your mother exclaimed once you’d found her at the end of the ceremony, wrapping you up in a tight embrace. Sukuna was standing nearby, letting you have your family moment. The engineering graduation had already taken place the day before, so you were certain that his social battery was running low where sappy family matters were concerned.
There had been a surprisingly lovely heart to heart between him and Wasuke after he’d crossed the stage, and you could only assume that he wasn’t looking for a round two of that display.
“Oh you look so lovely, let me take a picture!” She fumbled about with her phone camera for a few moments while you waited awkwardly for her to figure it out. In the end, Sukuna had to step in and show her what to do, treating your mother with that same gentleness that he reserved for very few people. “Perfect! Get in the picture Sukuna, you should have one together.”
Sukuna’s cheeks were flushed a soft shade of pink as he approached you, wrapping an arm tightly around your shoulders and pulling you close. Your mother told you to smile for the picture, but she really didn’t need to - you were certain that you were already beaming.
Satisfied with her photo, your mother moved her attention to her phone, scrolling through the snaps she’d taken. Meanwhile, Sukuna took the opportunity to focus on you, drawing you into a more full hug. Your face was buried into his chest, breathing in the scent that had grown so familiar to you over the last few months.
“I’m so proud of you.” He whispered into your hair.
“Couldn’t have done it without you,” you replied. You were certain that he was going to wave that statement off, go ahead and say that it was all down to you, but that simply wasn’t the truth of the matter. Without Sukuna you would’ve fallen apart - be it from the incidents with Hiromi or from the loss of your father.
He’d held you together at a time when you were right at the edge of falling apart, and you owed more to him than he’d ever understand.
“You’ll never have to do anything without me.” Your heart fluttered at his response, peering up at him and pushing yourself up on your tiptoes to meet him in a fleeting kiss. You were eager for more passion, to have him kiss you with the ferocity that he usually would, but you’d save that for a moment when your mother wasn’t watching you.
“So, still up to go out for steaks?” Your mother asked, offering the two of you a smile. “My treat. I understand if you want to go and hang out with your friends though! I won’t be offended.”
While a handful of your friends had graduated with Sukuna yesterday, most had walked the stage at the same time as you, which meant that they were also somewhere within the mess of people currently milling around on the university lawn. You imagined that most of them were probably engaged with their parents for the time being, just like you were.
The plan was to all meet up later anyway. Satoru and Suguru had just moved into a new apartment together and wanted to use graduation as an excuse to have everyone over, but until 8pm at least, you had no plans keeping you from grabbing steak with your mother.
You knew which place she wanted to go to - you hadn’t been there in years, not since your parents had gotten divorced. It had been your father’s favourite when you were young, a steakhouse strongly entwined with dozens of memories from your childhood.
The perfect place to go as a celebration for stepping into real adulthood.
“Yeah, I want to go!” You hesitated for a moment, playing with your next words in your head, wondering if it was right to voice them out loud when you were still uncertain of them. “We should stop by the bakery on the way, since it's nearby.”
Both your mother and Sukuna regarded you with surprise. It was a place that you’d avoided like the plague since your father’s death, visiting only a handful of times when your aunt had been doing a preliminary cleanout of the place. Since then the building had stood silent, waiting for you to make a decision on what to do with it.
“If…you’d like to.” Your mother was careful in her wording, clearly not sure what to make of it. Sukuna’s fingers interlaced with yours, giving your hand a soft squeeze in a silent show of support.
He’d caught onto your intentions quicker than your mother had.
“I just- I’ve been thinking about it. Thinking about what to do with it. But I don’t think I’ll really know until I go there. Today seems like as good a day as any.”
Smiling, your mom offered you a nod. “If that’s what you’d like. I’ll go and pull the car around, you kids wait here.”
Your mother scurried off through the crowd, and Sukuna gave you a tug on the hand, calling for your attention. You stared up at him through your lashes. “Sounds like you’ve maybe made a decision already?” He asked.
“Maybe.” You responded shyly, playing with his fingers. “I just want to be sure.”
—
Six months later you were standing in the centre of the bakery, staring up in dismay at the picture you’d hung up behind the counter. It was completely lopsided and, now you’d taken a step back, you could see that it wasn’t in the central position that you’d believed it to be when standing up close.
The gap of wall to the right of the image was far larger than the gap on the left, leaving the framed image noticeably asymmetrical, which meant you were going to have to start again and put yet another nail in the wall.
Perhaps you should’ve waited for Sukuna to get home from work like he’d suggested - hanging pictures really was a two person job, and for this one in particular it was important that you got the placement right.
It was a painting made by your father when you were young - a watercolour image depicting the outside of the very bakery that you were currently standing in. You’d found it when you and Sukuna had finally gotten around to clearing out the apartment above, recalling a fond memory of sitting across the road at your father’s side, painting away on your own little canvas while he rendered the masterpiece before you.
The image captured a moment in time, and you could hardly believe that it had been left to gather dust in some storage cupboard upstairs. Now that he was gone, you wanted to display it as a way of honoring his memory, and where better to put it than within the bakery itself?
Now that you were on the path to reopening the place with your own changes, it felt nice to have something displaying how it had looked before the bakery had fallen into your hands - almost like the soul that your father had curated was still there and shining on, even if he wasn’t there to tend to it himself.
Letting out a sigh, you walked back over to the picture and took it down, using the back of your hammer to pry the nail out from the wall. Just as you were grabbing the measuring tape to give a third attempt at aligning the image properly, the bell jingled above the door and you peered over your shoulder to see your boyfriend.
He looked as handsome as ever, with his pink hair a little tousled, his t-shirt sticking to him slightly thanks to the humidity which had stuck around into September. His red eyes were glimmering with interest as he observed the scene, and you were glad he hadn’t walked in two minutes earlier to witness how terrible a job you’d done of hanging the painting.
He definitely would’ve made fun of you.
“Hey, baby.”
“Hey,” you said, throwing the measuring tape down and making a beeline for him, throwing your arms around his neck and pushing up onto your tiptoes to kiss him. “Good day?”
“Pretty busy - glad it's the weekend.” he said with a sigh, his fingers instantly finding solace in your hair. He’d started his graduate scheme back in May, and while the money was good, the job was relatively demanding.
Relaxing into his hug, you placed a couple of gentle kisses on his neck, amused at the way that he was leaning some of his bodyweight on you in exhaustion. “I can cancel with Yuki and Choso tomorrow if you want? Satoru and Suguru will be there to help anyway so I don’t think they really need us.”
Sukuna scoffed. “No, it's fine. Satoru’s useless at moving boxes, he gets too distracted by things. I’ll have more energy tomorrow, I just need a good night’s sleep.”
“If you’re sure?”
“Always so worried about me,” he said, peering down at you with a smug smile. “So cute.”
“Well, I also don’t want to move boxes so I suppose I have an ulterior motive.” You confessed with a giggle. Considering that you’d been spending all of your time clearing out and renovating a space you weren’t keen to spend your weekends doing more of the same. But you did adore Yuki, and if Sukuna was still up for it, you’d still be going.
At least you could all hang out and have some pizza afterwards - that had been Choso’s promise to you in exchange for helping them move.
“How cunning.” He laughed, kissing you on the forehead before moving his attention to the bookshelves lining the left wall. “Oh, you got more books?” Detangling himself from you, he walked over to get a closer look, scanning the additions to your collection.
The bookshelves were one of the many features that you’d added to the bakery over the last few months. Rather than being a grab and go bakery, you were eager to rebrand it into more of a reading cafe, integrating your passion for literature into the space and giving patrons an opportunity to settle down with a book or magazine as they whiled away the hours with a coffee and pastry.
As such, you’d bought plenty of bookcases and magazine racks, and had spent the last few weeks filling them up as best you could.
You’d mostly done that with the help of your aunt, moving collections of yours and your father’s books down from the apartment upstairs, as well as scouring various second hand stores to buy books as cheaply as possible.
That project had been coming along well.
You’d also used much of your inheritance to replace some of the furniture in the bakery - the tables and chairs which had been scattered haphazardly in the space before weren’t the most comfortable or aesthetically appealing items, so you purchased some nicer furnishings which matched the vibe you were going for.
Despite the additions, the base that your father had created was still present, and you left the counter and wallpaper just as they’d always been. You didn’t want everything to disappear, you still wanted that familiarity of a place that you’d known your whole life. For that reason you were keeping the name too.
You were just going to market it a bit differently once you were ready to open.
“Oh, you put Ship of Theseus down here?” He asked, scanning along the spines of the newly added books.
“Yeah, I can put it back upstairs if you want though? I just figured since we’ve both already read it we might as well leave it for someone else to take a look at.”
“Yeah, it's fine. It just feels nostalgic. I think I was reading that the first time I met you.”
You smiled at the memory, recalling how you’d been nervously shuffling about behind the counter as Sukuna had taken a seat and brought out a book which you certainly weren’t expecting a guy like him to read.
God, you’d been so scared of him that day he’d first walked into the bakery.
Now here he was, comfortably milling about in your shared space, inspecting the tiny additions that you’d made to the bakery that afternoon. Later that evening the two of you would go up to your shared apartment and cook dinner together, before watching some trashy TV, making out, and falling asleep in each other’s arms.
The idea that you’d be here when you’d first met him a year and a half ago was unthinkable.
“Want help with the picture?” He asked, gesturing towards the counter.
“Please,” You said with a nod, stepping back and letting Sukuna get to work with the measuring tape, using the level to see how the picture would look on the wall and marking out the edges on the wallpaper with a pencil. He went about it in a far more surgical manner than you did.
It really was better to leave it to him.
Hammering a nail confidently into the wall, he turned to you for a moment. “Stand in the middle of the room for me, baby. You can let me know when it looks straight.” He lifted the framed painting onto the wall, adjusting it under your careful instruction until you were certain it looked right.
Coming over to join you and review the placement himself, he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, gazing up at the painting hanging so nicely above the counter.
“Happy?”
You hummed, staring at it a little longer. The image always summoned a strange feeling in you - sorrow wasn’t quite the right word, for it was a warmer emotion than that - perhaps longing felt closer. It was nice to know that your father’s hands had crafted what hung in front of you, but it made you feel desperately sad all the same.
“You don’t think my dad would be mad at all the changes, do you?” You asked, sweeping a hand in the direction of the bookshelves.
It was a worry that had tugged at the edge of your mind for a while, one of the many fears that had held you back when making the decision as to whether you even wanted to keep the bakery. You knew you’d have to make changes, knew you’d turn it into a place for you, but it was hard wrestling with the idea that it would be a desecration of his memory.
Perhaps you should’ve kept it pristine, just like in the painting.
Your worries fled at the sound of Sukuna’s deep laugh, chuckling for a few moments before pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Baby, you could tear this place down and I don’t think he’d be mad at you. All he ever wanted was for you to be happy.”
Letting out a huff of breath, you conceded to that without argument, because who could ever deny your father’s desires on that front?
“Yeah. I guess you’re right,” You whispered, leaning closer into Sukuna’s arm, basking in his familiar warmth.
And as you stared up at the painting, in the bakery that was all yours, with the man that you loved at your side, you could finally see for the first time that you were doing exactly what your father had always wanted.
You were happy.
a/n: after almost a full year of writing this fic we're finally at the end. I started writing this at one of the hardest times in my life and it did so much to help me heal, it'll always hold a special place in my heart even if writing it grew difficult for me towards the end when I'd moved on from the feelings that made me write this in the first place.
I've had so many lovely messages throughout writing this fic, and I've been so moved by how many people going through grief have mentioned finding comfort in this story. I'm glad that it can provide happiness to others in the way that it did for me when writing it.
I'll probably do some one shots about these two in the future, but for now all of my focus will be on my other ongoing fic crazy in love, and a couple of other sukuna projects that I'm working on in the background.
thank you so much for reading and sticking with me throughout this journey, I appreciate all of you <3
every single time you bend down in front of him he smacks your ass like it’s a reflex. like a doctor hitting your knee with that little hammer. he genuinely doesn’t even realize he’s doing it anymore.
when you take off your shirt he hollers, “BOOBIES!” loud enough for half of the cleaner hq to hear. rudo once dropped a wrench because of it.
he got a pic of you in his pocket where you sleep with your mouth wide open, double chin included. he proudly shows it EVERYONE.
calls you baby in increasingly stupid variations. sugarbaby. babycakes. babygirl. babybel cheese. babesaurus rex.
absolutely the type to fake dramatic injuries for attention. “aughhh… my heart…” — “what happened?” — “you looked too pretty.”
if you ignore him for more than ten minutes he starts escalating. first it’s whining. then poking. then laying on top of you like a weighted blanket. “hello? hello? customer service? my girlfriend stopped loving me.”
he cannot flirt normally. ever. he points at you and goes, “that one’s mine btw,” like he found a cool rock.
one time he tried to kiss you smoothly and accidentally headbutted you hard enough to make both of you see stars.
obsessed with making you laugh. if you laugh so hard you snort, he acts like he just won the lottery.
if you’re cooking he WILL appear behind you and steal food straight from the pan while acting offended when you hit his hand away. “wow. abuse. in my own home.”
absolutely the kind of boyfriend who starts fake beef with inanimate objects for hurting you.“this table got one more time to hit my girl before i square up.”
loves putting his cold hands on your skin just to hear you shriek.
kisses you mid-sentence. not romantically either. fully to shut you up because he thinks it’s funny.
every time you wear something slightly revealing he malfunctions, in a “walking into walls because he’s staring” way.
would 100% yell “THAT’S MY WIFE!” over the smallest accomplishments. you parallel parked successfully? THAT’S MY WIFE!!!!
he treats your bra like a deadly ancient artifact whenever you ask him to unclasp it. “okay wait. hold on. i almost got it. why’s this built like a fucking escape room?”
once tried to carry you bridal style to be romantic. immediately dropped you both onto the couch because he tripped over absolutely nothing. another time he knocked you out on the doorframe.
if you’re shorter than him he rests his chin on your head constantly. if you’re taller than him he still tries. the posture is horrendous.
shamelessly fishes for compliments. “babe do i look sexy today?” — “you’re wearing one sock and my shirt?” — “answer the question.”
he sees you naked and suddenly turns into the loudest man alive. “WOOOOOOO!!!!” then rips his shirt off like in the werewolf meme.
genuinely thinks couple arguments can be solved with snacks and cuddles. “okay but what if we held hands and got noodles instead?”
❤︎ pairing: SugarDaddy!Enjin x SugarBaby!Blk Reader
❤︎ cw: Modern AU, p in v, creampie, unprotected sex, established relationship, porn with no plot just filthy and nastyyy lol, dressing room sex, semi public sex, slutty reader, bratty reader, floor sex, ass eating, rough sex, Enjin has piercings and tattoos, pussy eating, ass slapping, breeding, sub reader, dom enjin, high sex, reader orgasms 2x, oral ( F receiving), bimbo reader, missionary (legs on shoulder). pet names, dirty talk, man handling, sex under the influence, choking, daddy kink, biggg dick enjin, both are down bad for each other, spit play, aftercare
❤︎ synopsis: your sexy sugar daddy enjin would do anything for his sugar baby. whether he would buy all different types of expensive heels or clothes even if that means fucking your pretty brains out whenever you got horny in public and you just couldn’t wait to get home any longer.
Your sexy sugar daddy enjin who is the richest man in the world and who would always have women fawning over him loved his sugar baby. Other women didn’t caught his eyes except for you when he had met you at a nightclub long ago when you were sitting all alone at a bar and from that very moment enjin was determined to win you over. “Ohhh she’s bad as fuck, I definitely need to get her number asap!”
He would always get turned on by watching you using his credit cards on everything that you wanted. Whether it be expensive dresses or shoes in the stores. He hated whenever you spent your own hard earned money since it would absolutely piss him off. Enjin would do anything for you literally. And who wouldn’t? You are the most prettiest and the most perfect girl who was made just for him.
You and enjin just done got shopping out of 10 stores taking turns sharing his blunt that had your lipgloss marks on it. when all of a sudden you were feening for enjin to immediately ravish you. Of course you were begging enjin constantly to give you what you wanted but Enjin would just ignore your constant complaining although he did find it somewhat cute.
“C’monnn pretty please Jinn. I’ma dieeee.” You complained as you both walked together on the sidewalk squeezing on enjin buff arm tightly while you had your arms wrapped around him, feeling unbearably horny as your throbbing pussy felt like it was crying out desperately needing for a release in your panties.
Enjin was smoking weed on his other hand taking in a huge puff and then exhaling the smoke out from his pink lips, creating mini smoke ring shapes . “Not nowww babygirl, wait till we get home.”
“Ughh Pleaseeee? I’m beggin’ youuu! You’re torturing me enjin”
“Unt Unt.” His response short and blunt.
“But—“ feeling bold, your hand reached down to his pants to squeeze his harden bulge which caused enjin to jolt in surprised, his golden eyes widen as he wasn’t expecting you to do that. You didn’t care if people would possibly see you squeezing enjin’s boner in public, you didn’t know if the weed was kicking strong making you feel more bolder than usual or you just feeling extra horny today. “I want you right now! I don’t want to wait anymore!” You whined more. Enjin knew that when you got like this, there was no stopping you whatsoever.
Enjin lets out a deep sigh as he saw the nearest store, he thought to himself, ‘havin a freaky ass sugar baby is such a damn curse’ he acted like he didn’t like it but deep down he knew he was feening for you too.
Enjin took your wrist and squeezed it tightly like a parent would do to a disobedient child. You both walked into nearest store, practically rushing you to get into the large dressing room, pulling the curtains closed once he stepped in and he tosses the shopping bags to the side. He cups your cheek with his free large hand, backing you against the wall as your glossy lips to puckered out, while he still smokes in his other hand.
“Didn’t I tell your bratty ass to wait until we get home? So damn persistent.” He growls, he was done playing nice. Your pretty brown eyes made contact with his golden eyes which was staring into your soul. You loved it when enjin acted mean. It made you even yearn more him. And enjin could tell when your legs were squeezed together, feeling your pussy getting more wet by the moment. Enjin could practically feel the lust seeping out of you. “Guess I gotta fuck your brains out until you can’t walk anymore.”
Enjin took one last puff of his blunt, exhaling the smoke and puts the blunt down on a nearby bench. He turned you around making you face the wall in front of you. He uses his large hands to hike up your pink dress which exposes your plump brown ass. Enjin slaps your ass which made your ass cheek recoiled. “You are sooo sexy princess oh my god.” He admired your sexy figure before getting on his knees to rip your thin lace panties off with using his teeth at ease.
The wetness of your brown pussy shined in the dressing room listening. Enjin give your pussy smack which made you whimper as your body jolted from the slap, Your slick ending up on his hand. “Is this what you needed huh?” Enjin smacks your sensitive puffy pussy again. “you love it when I slap your pussy like this?”
“Ah!”
“I wanna hear you say it angel, I want an answer.” Enjin waits for a response as he slaps your fat throbbing pussy again which was making you more horny by the minute. “Yess! I really needed this, I want you so bad!!”
“Oh yea? So fuckin’ nasty girl” Enjin smirks as he took both his hands to spread your ass cheeks exposing your puckered asshole, he spits into your asshole and the spit trickles down to your pussy. He kisses both areas as he shoves his face into your ass, swirling his pierced tongue around your puckered hole then he drags his tongue down to your pussy, licking you up and down which made you moan out his name. “Ohhh just like that daddyyy”.
Enjin switches between eating both your puckered hole messily and your pussy as he spanks your ass cheeks repeatedly while squeezing them. You moaned louder and enjin stops eating your holes to bite your ass cheek, “shhh princess you don’t want anybody to hear us now do you?”
You shake your head “Oooh fuck!—No”. Enjin resumes pussy swirling his piercing tongue in your fold, not missing any parts in your pussy, he took two of his fingers to and inserts them into your puckered hole, curling them inside you. This caused your legs to shake uncontrollably as the combined pleasure of enjins mouth and finger was too much to handle, you cover your mouth with your hands trying to muffle the sounds of your moans.
You could feel your orgasm about to come up to the surface when your legs were shaking violently and enjin could sense it too. “Ohh Is my princess gonna cum? I wanna taste your cream give it to meee.” Enjin takes out his fingers out your puckered hole and he aggressively turns your body around so that your back was against the wall and he props both of your legs on his shoulders as he was now sucking on your clit like it was the last lollipop on earth, forming spit bubbles on your puffy pussy. The insane pleasure causes you to squirm around and he reached his arm out latches his tatted hands on your soft brown tits, pinching your sensitive nipple.
“Ohhh goddd! shit! shit! I’m gonna cum Jin I’m gonna—” your body tenses up as you let out a huge pornographic moan as you began to orgasm and you cream all over enjin making mess of him. Enjin licks up every bit of your cream as he groans into your pussy enjoying the taste of you. When he was done, enjin picked you up and puts you on the cold floor on your back.
He zips down his pants and pulling them down so that his thick pretty dick go flung out which was twitching violently for your touch. “Finna pound the fuck outta this pretty pussy ma, ya ready?”
“Yes! Pleaseee, fuckin’ give it to me daddy!” You nodded your head frantically in desperation. Enjin props one of your legs on his broad shoulder and he slaps his thick dick on your puffy pussy before plugging himself inside you, your warm wet walls swallowing his meaty cock in whole. “Oh shiiit. So fuckin’ tight” he hissed feeling your walls suffocating around his girth. He starts to pound into you deep and slow as he wraps his hands around your throat squeezing it a bit which made your mouth fell down giving enjin the opportunity to spit into your mouth.
“Ohh fuck yea! Fuckin’ take this dick since you wanted it so badly” Enjin groans out as he begins picks up the pace with his thrusts which made your tits bounce up and down as your pretty brown eyes rolled to the back of your head while you were moaning uncontrollably. Enjin takes one of his hand off your throat and takes out a stack of cash from his pocket and he slaps your face with it as he drilling into your gummy walls like crazy, your pussy squelching around him which echoed through the dressing room along with skin slapping each other. “Didn’t I tell you to keep it down? You don’t want us to get caught do you babygirl?” He slaps your face with the stack of cash again.
“Oh fuck!— I’m sorry daddy! I can’t help it oh shiiit— you feel so gooddd.”
Enjin puts the stack of money back in his pocket and wraps his other hand around your throat choking you which shut up your moans completely and your mouth drops down again and a thin line of drool and a mixture of your lip gloss is seeping down your chin this makes enjin spits into your mouth again as he continues to slam into your pussy nonstop hitting your g-spot repeatedly. You almost about to orgasm soon the more enjin ruthlessly thrusts into you. Your mind was so foggy that you couldn’t even form coherent thoughts since pleasure is consuming your whole body entirely.
The sex with enjin was always amazing but this time felt wayy more different. Maybe it was thrill and adrenaline rush of you slutted out in public.
“Oh fuuuuck! I’m gonna shoot my load into ya soon. Cream on daddy’s dick mama.” Enjin huffs out as he’s red in the face. Enjin and you were almost at their limits in now. He pumps a few more pounding inside you before shooting his hot load inside you, filling up your womb to the brim. You then start to orgasm the second time and you cream all over enjins dick, making a mess on the dressing room floor.
You both were panting and breathing heavily. Enjin releases the grip that he had around your neck and he takes a tissues from his pockets he wipes the sweat from your forehead and the mess in between your mess as he unplugs himself from your stretched out hole. he then places a rough kiss on your lips and you melt into the kiss in return.
“Did you enjoy yourself angel?” He takes the blunt had a resides on the bench nearby and he puts it back in his mouth.
“Yes daddy” you said weakly still feeling partially dazed with a smile on your face. he gets up from off the floor and he swoops you off from the floor since your legs felt like jello and you couldn’t even walk. He gets all of your bags from off the floor making his way to leave out the dressing room . “Good. Now let’s go back home before anyone suspects u—” by then it already too late when all of the employees in the store had a look of horror on their faces seeing you two walked out the dressing room. They knew and heard everything what’s been happening in there.
You’ll be lying if you said that was the last time of you and your sugar daddy enjin fucking in other stores dressing room. despite almost getting caught for the 100th time.
Who knew that having a sugar baby with a high sex drive is almost such hard thing to handle.
pervy!enjin who is not afraid of pda — dangerously so. who's practically attached to you at all times of the day and keeps his bulge pressed against your back. who trails his fingers dangerously low during meetings with the team, and pouts when you push him away.
pervy!enjin who pockets your panties, and keeps them in his cleaner outfit. and when you give him a hard time, he'll flash them to you with a toothy grin, mouthing a small 'don't forget' before shoving them back in his pocket and carrying on as if nothing ever happened.
pervy!enjin who's fingered you more times than you can count in the jeep before a mission. who insists that your pussy is basically his second jinki and that having his fingers drenched with remnants of you is just as important as umbreaker's ever been. it's his good luck charm!
pervy!enjin who gets your eyes tattooed on his forearm, a week after the two of you start dating. who uses the inked skin when he's alone at night, stroking himself in slow, rhythmic motions — eyes boring into your drawn ones as he whispers your name like a mantra, over and over again.
pervy!enjin who almost cums the first time you tell him you love him. not because of the words themselves, but because he never thought he'd be the one to deserve it <33
cw: MDNI, dark fic but its crack treated seriously, yandere sukuna, non-con/dub-con, references to some mario games, smut, kidnapping, captivity, cunnilingus, anal play, anal sex, aphrodisiacs(mushrooms from the games), obsession, vaginal and anal fingering, light bondage, spanking
wc: 6.3k (wtf happened)
a/n: Since this is kinda dark, for those of you in my perma taglist, please let me know if you’d like to be removed from this story.
dividers: @/dollywons @/cafekitsune @/honeyluvsw
You really can’t catch a break can you?
But honestly, it was kind of your own fault for being a little too careless. How could you not see that things were a little too peaceful for the past few months or so? Maybe the whispers of you being too kind for your own good were true, especially when it comes to your enemies.
Even so, you always tried to give people a benefit of the doubt and see the good in them, even someone like Sukuna. While you did find his obsession with you a bit unnerving at times, you thought maybe by trying to bring out more of that softer side might convince him to end this exhausting feud between your kingdoms.
And look where that got you.
While you were no stranger to bearing the brunt of his schemes, having Satoru around made you hardly imagine a scenario where he’d actually win. Not that you underestimated Sukuna that much, but it surprised and saddened you how easily you played right into his hands. You seriously regret not sending more of an entourage with Satoru when he got that letter about winning some free mansion, but at the time you felt like you both needed a break away from your everyday lives.
Not too long after he left, you decided to do a little traveling yourself, just to see what some of the vacation spots in your brochures had in store. Next thing you know, you’re ambushed while sightseeing and now you’re stuck in his castle—in this room with no clue of Satoru’s whereabouts. Usually he’d have been here within a few hours, but as the days went on in this gloomy place, you lost track of time and started to worry. Still, you tried not to lose hope, taking matters into your own hands and plotting your escape.
Although, that’s easier said than done. Sukuna had left you confined in this gilded cage of a room for the duration of your captivity, only letting you out to join him for meals, the occasional walk or ceremonies celebrating his latest conquest so the best course of action would be to lay low. Slowly gaining his trust and being sweet enough to convince him to let you roam around a bit more, which seemed to work pretty well surprisingly. At times you could almost forget how dangerous he really was when he tried to charm you with gifts, or ignore how creepy it was that he tailored this room to almost resemble yours back home.
Either way, this place was really getting to you, but now was your chance.
It was late, and currently Sukuna was probably resting from what you know, and hopefully it’d stay that way while you finish picking this lock.
The sound of lock clicking made you pause briefly.
It actually worked.
Tentatively, you slowly pulled the door open enough just to peak through the crack. Silence. Opening it a bit wider, you stuck your head out—looking both ways down the hall.
Empty.
You should really be offended. No one around takes you seriously enough to keep a look out? Or maybe they slack off when their boss isn’t around.
Quietly closing the door behind you, you started to make your way out, making sure your footsteps were quiet as you took in your surroundings. Even when you were let out, the places you were allowed to go were limited, so you still didn’t have much of an idea of the layout of this place. It made you wonder if anyone else got lost here sometimes.
As you expected, the escape was not going as smoothly as you planned. You ended up having to hide or take a bunch of weird routes, to avoid being seen, sometimes wandering into areas that seemed like trap rooms. Was this what Satoru went through every other week? If you had known you’d get this far, you probably would’ve waited a bit longer to plan things out. Maybe if you’re lucky, you could find a map room or something and try to search for a warp pipe that leads somewhere far away from this place. Then from there you could find a way back home, and start a search for Satoru.
Eventually things started to clear up a bit as you reached what looked like the kitchen area. If you remembered correctly, you could have sworn there—
“Taking a little night stroll?” a voice from behind cut through the silence of the corridor.
You froze in your tracks, unsure how you could even face him right now. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. You should’ve given yourself more time to plan this out. Or found a power up lying around somewhere? Why? Why now, when you were so close? Taking a few deep breaths, you calmed yourself down.
It’ll be okay. There’s still hope. You can get outta this.
Turning around to meet Sukuna’s intimidating glare, you gave your best charmingly apologetic smile you could muster, which was pretty easy with how fucking scared you were right now.
“Oh…you’re still up too,” you spoke softly, fiddling with your hands, noticing that he was in his usual spiked cape that did little to cover his muscular physique. Does he ever wear a shirt?
“I am,”
“I-I know it’s late but…” your eyes darted away briefly as you bit your lip. “I haven’t been feeling too well lately…m-maybe a little restless…and umm…I guess someone left my door unlocked, so I’d thought I’d come down and make some tea…and uh…”
His expression remained unreadable behind his cold gaze as he watched you stammer and stutter like a moron. God, you probably looked so pathetic right now. Get it together already! You deal with him on a regular basis!
Beads of sweat trickled down your forehead, as you mentally shook yourself. “D-do you think…you have the ingredients around here somewhere? It’s a special kind of tea that’s my comfort drink. Oh! And I’ll make you some too! It’s a pretty popular recipe back in my kingdom and I’m sure you’ll love it. Maybe we can even take a st—
“Enough with your lies, brat,” he cut you off, making you flinch.
Oh he’s pissed.
“You really are a sneaky little thing,” his figure towered over you as he approached. “Batting your pretty lashes thinking you can fool me.”
You tried to make a break for it but he was quicker, grabbing you roughly and forcing you to face him as he pulled you close. “Ungrateful too.” One hand gripped your chin, tilting your head up as his crimson eyes bore into yours. “I really don’t get it. Why are you so desperate to go back to that sorry excuse of a kingdom? To that…plumber.” His nails dug harshly into your cheeks as he emphasized that last word.
“I—I’m so—“ you squeaked
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” his voice giddy and high pitched as he mocked you. “It’s always lies with you, you little shit! You really don’t know what’s for your own good. When you’re being done a favor.” His hold on you had become so tight, you thought he was going to crush you—hyper aware of how your breasts were practically squished against his bare chest. The tears you tried to hold back, started to blur your vision. You’ve never seen him this mad with you before.
He sighed, his grip loosened slightly before he continued. “You know you won’t stand a chance right? Against me or some other major threat that comes along.” The hand that held your chin left to stroke your hair. “Some defense to have. Look how easy it is to subdue you.”
“And you think keeping me locked in here like some caged animal is an ideal solution?” you hissed bitterly.
“I did allow you freedom, but obviously that was a mistake. I just might have to keep you chained up from now on.”
“And what about my friends?! You and your minions are always attacking and trying to kill my people and you expect me to just be okay with that? You say you care about me giving me all these frivolous gifts, but have you even considered how I feel?!”
You continued to prattle on, but it might as well be white noise to him. As frustrating as your defiance was, he knew it wouldn’t be easy keeping you here. Things like this take time, and you’ll learn to love him soon enough.
But that doesn’t mean he’s letting you off the hook.
So he held you there as you eventually stopped trying to reason with him and cried your heart out, gently rubbing soothing circles along your back. “Hey.” he murmured, resting his head against the crook of your neck. “Quit getting yourself so worked up. You’re gonna make your headache worse.”
“Huh? But I—“
“I know, but you’re not feeling well, right?”
He lifts his head from your shoulder and your teary, blurry vision, you see him pull out something small and pink from his pocket. Some sort of pastry…no, a mushroom? But before you can question it, he’s bringing your chin up to face him again—
“Open,” his voice stern as he grips your jaw.
“Wh—“ then he stuffs the little thing in your mouth with both fingers. Confused and muffling you try to resist
“Quit be so fucking difficult. I’m trying to help you.” he grunts, forcing your mouth open just a bit wider, as he slides the shroom in and holds it in place until you give in. “Good girl.” With a satisfied smirk, he slowly retracts fingers, a string saliva trailing behind as they pull out with a satisfying pop. “Now chew.” Using that same hand, he moved your jaw up and down, before tilting your head up further until you swallowed, your grimaces and glares only furthering his amusement.
Whatever he just fed you was very sweet on your tongue—way too sickeningly sweet like the first time you ever baked—and you’re sure it’ll leave the worst aftertaste imaginable after a while.
“The fuck was that?!” you shoved away from him, or rather he pretty much let you, as you sputtered and gagged, wondering how many times you’ll have to brush your teeth to make the sweetness go away.
“Stop your whining, I didn’t poison you.” he simply rolled his eyes at your displeasure.
You might as well have!, you wanted to respond, if you weren’t so preoccupied with getting rid of this revolting taste. Fuck. You needed some water. Some ice cold water, to wash it down, and maybe some to pour over the rest of you, with how increasingly warm it was getting. Seriously, why was it getting hotter?
“Something the matter, princess?” you could practically hear the smugness in tone as he approached you again.
“Just…leave me alone! What did you even do to me?” you rasped, wiping the sweat from your brow. The stupid dress you were wearing suddenly felt like it had too many layers, and you desperately wanted out. Your vision seemed blurrier as you stumbled—trying to get anywhere away from him, but he caught you in his arms before you could make another move.
“Giving you a little push,” he chuckled, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine as he started to pepper little kisses along your cheek and jawline, stunning you for a second. The other hand around your waist toyed with the lace of your corset—loosening it slightly. Every bone and nerve in your body was practically screaming for you to flee, and you desperately did—hating how the softness of his lips raised goosebumps along your neck, or how this unbearable warmth was starting to build up and replace your fear with…desire?
That wasn’t a power-up.
One moment you’re trying to get him off and the next, you’re being hauled over his shoulder like a sack of bread as he carries you back upstairs—with you cursing and screaming the entire way, probably loud enough to wake the entire castle. It seemed like it was starting to kick in, seeing how you’re being brattier than usual.
By the time he reaches his room, your hits against his back have become sloppy—panting heavily as you take in the surroundings.
“Let me go you asshole!” you shout and continue to struggle, as he presses you up against the wall. “Take me back to my r—,” he soft lips pressing against your shuts you up except for a confused moan that muffles as is tongue swishes with yours. Your breath hitches when he starts to hike up your dress, his hands uncharacteristically warm against your skin as they trail up your thighs.
“I really don’t know what to do with you anymore, princess,” he pulls away from your warm mouth, sighing. His words were soft in contrast to the cruel way he kneaded and teased your curves “Would’ve waited for our wedding night like you wanted, but you just had to up and—Oh, what’s this?” His smirk widened when his fingers brushed along the slickness you leaked, as he got closer to your most sensitive area.
You couldn’t do more than let out short gasps and whimpers as continued to do what he pleased—his finger lightly tapping the now soaked material that barely covered your throbbing cunt and goading sparks of unwanted pleasure out of you from your increased sensitivity. A single touch and you were already losing your mind, from the likes of him—craving him.
“Oh, you really like that huh?” His voice sends vibrations throughout your body as he leans into your neck to leave more kisses. “Didn’t know my little princess was such a slut,” He pressed his finger a bit harder before rubbing little circles along the fabric where he could feel the outline of your slit, his other hand settling on the crest of your ass, his prodding and kneading of the plushness of it making your highly stimulated state worse.
Feeling overwhelmed you try to shove him off again, only for him to laugh giddily as he presses himself tighter against you, muttering about how fun it’ll be to tame you and other heinous things—gasping when you felt the hardness of him through his pants pressing against your thigh, much to your disgust. With every new sensation, it was as if your cognitive process was slowly deteriorating and giving in to his whims. The shroom—his hands like fire against your skin was all too much.
Would he have you feeling this good if he hadn’t drugged you? Have you grinding against him like some animal in heat? No
“S’ fucking wet... Want me to fuck you with my fingers, yeah?” he rasps, cupping your soaked mound with palm and giving it a little squeeze.
“N-no!” you said abruptly, not caring how your body wanted nothing more for him to slide your panties to the side and fix what he started.
“No?” he raises from your shoulder to look at you, tilting his head to the side pouting. “Scared I’ll make you come? Knowing you can’t do anything about it?” You could feel the ball of his palm massaging over your clothed clit, pussy twitching in anticipation.
“P-Please d-,”
“Don’t stop”? his hand gives your cunt a light smack, eliciting a cute little yelp “Or maybe you still think your little knight is gonna barge in, watching his precious princess begging for her new ki—“
The mention of Satoru has you slapping him hard across the face before you can even think. His ministrations coming to an abrupt pause, as blood trickles down his lip from where he bit his tongue. Flinching, you expect him to retaliate.
“Guess you’re not ready for your reward yet,” he huffs, then retracts his hands, leaving you feeling cold.
It was like your emotions were at war between relief and regret. Instinctively, you grabbed his hand that felt oh so good against you, trying to make him keep going, but he was having none of it. You’ve never felt so pathetic needing his finger inside you—needing to clench them.
“Oh no, it’s too late for that,” he chuckles, hauling you up again and ignoring your pleads.
What is he going to do now? Is he taking you back to your room? Hopefully not like this and leaving you at the mercy of your own fingers. There’s no way you could satisfy yourself as much.
He stops to get something, and then you’re plopped down face first onto his bed. As you tried to gather your bearings, he was already on top of you with a firm grip of your wrists, forcing them up and beginning to tie them to the pole of the headboard with a thick rope. “Such an ungrateful brat. I provide you anything you could possibly want, lovely dresses, your own goddamn room” he grunts, tightening the rope as if to emphasize his point. “Don’t even have to lift around here, and this is how you behave.”
He lightly tugs up your skirt again, his hand sliding along the curve of your hip making you stiffen and cunt throb with excitement. Please please please. Just a little higher. “This power up is supposed to last a few hours or so. Really a shame, but I think leaving you here would be a fitting punishment.” Giving your hip a little pat, he gets up.
No, no no no. You shake your head, whimpering and struggling with your bindings.“Wait! No please! You can’t—don’t leave me here!” But your pleas may as well have fallen on deaf ears as you watched him retreat to a little armchair across from you, sitting lazily with one leg crossed over his knee, chin resting on his fist like it was his own throne.
Thanks to your little stunt earlier, Sukuna was wide awake and could probably do this all night if he wanted. Hell, he actually might, just to see how much of your resolve he could break. His beautiful face carved with an evil as he observed every whine and jerk, with glee. Maybe, he’ll leave for a bit to go torture prisoners down in the dungeon and come back to see to you as nothing than a sobbing, writhing mess. It was pitiful, but it was your own fault after all.
You were in a state of delirium, stuck in this desperate endless cycle of needing to cum and not cumming. At times you growled in frustration when you tried to quell your arousal with your hands, only to forget they were bound. Then you tried rubbing your thighs together but it wasn’t a good substitute for the need to be filled, so you were left rutting against the mattress like some depraved beast.
“Fucking fuck! Fuck you Sukuna! I swear I’m gonna fucking kill you!” you spat, words full of venom as saliva dripping down your chin, staining the pillowcase. You’ve never been so humiliated in your life. Satoru would never do this to you. You wished he were here right now—imagining him taking care of you, which only made you hornier.
He simply quirked an eyebrow. “You will?”
“J-just shut th— come fix this already!”, the words died in your throat, as you squeezed your eyes shut on the brink of tears again. “Please…” you cried softly. The ecstasy was becoming so much to handle that you felt like you’d die if you didn’t get your release soon. You fucking hated him s—
“My my you’re seeming a little desperate,” your eyes flew open when you felt his warm breath brushing your ear. Your head immediately turned to see him at your level with arms propped up on the bedside. “Is that begging I hear?”
Nails digging into your palm and lip trembling, you were torn between your pride and dignity and giving in. There’s no way you can do it. You just can’t succumb to this monster. No amount of shrooms can or If you try hard enough, you can let yourself be lulled to sleep into some faraway dream that’ll take care of the rest.
How hard can it be?
“Well? Speak up, brat.” he suddenly frowned, with an impatient edge to his tone.
How long was a few hours?
“Tch, maybe I’m hearing things.”
And these bindings are awfully tight.
“As much as I love the sound of your voice, your little tantrum is starting to bore me.” Leaving your field of view, panic starts to settle in when hear his retreating footsteps.
“No no no! I-I’m sorry! Don’t leave! I really am this time!” your breaths heavy as you wriggle and squirm, somehow thinking you can go after him if you need to. “Please… Sukuna! Need…to cum! P-please make me cum. Make me cum…”
Silence. Coming to the conclusion he left the room, your heart sank. Who the fuck were you kidding? There’s no way you’ll get a wink of sleep in this posi—
“And why should I do that?” his large hand snakes between your legs, briefly brushing against the area you want it most before settling on the curve of your ass. There it was again. That rush of sudden contact that has you jolting and sucking in a sharp breath. You didn’t even bother to resist arching into it.
“Still thinking you have the right to make demands?” his fingers slide between hems of your pretty laced panties. You tense a even more as he pulls them down,
“I-I—,”
His hand suddenly comes down hard on your ass followed by a loud smack. The stinging impact making you let out an embarrassing yelp as you scrambled your body further up the bed to get away.
“You really think you deserve to be rewarded?” he asks calmly, gently rubbing and massaging your stinging flesh soothingly before slapping it harder this time.
“N-no!”
“Mmhmm, and why is that?”
The painful sensation made it difficult to string your words together, which didn’t satisfy him in the least. He brought his hand down again and again, only managing to hear the sounds of your shrieks in return. It hurt like hell, but you couldn’t deny that it felt so painfully good. Burying your face in the pillow, your nails dug into your palm almost hard enough to draw blood as your pussy clenched with need.
“I’ll keep going until I get an answer.” he said bluntly, this time striking your naked cunt.
“B-because I t-tried to run!”
“And…?”
Another smack.
“I-I hit you—,” you blubbered through choked sobs. “and d-disrespected…you!”
“Correct. And that’s worthy of a punishment is it not?”
“Y-yes.”
“Very good,” he gave your ass a light squeeze. “Now I want you to count, just to be sure you’re really sorry.”
So you tried to oblige his command to the best of ability, but the tremors along with the intensity of strikes increasing with each count made you lose your train of thought. You were glad you weren’t able to see his face in this position, your shame and humiliation at full display.
“Start over. You’re too sloppy.” his voice low and dangerous as he tugged your head up by the hair from the pillow to hear you more clearly. Then he began again, his grin full of mania while he watched you slowly break down from the rough treatment. His other hand reached down his pants to stroke his swollen cock to how nice your cheeks jiggled.
You don’t know how long you’ve been stuck in this state of pleasured agony, but it seemed like he was dragging it on as long as possible this time, with the knot in stomach growing tighter and cunt pulsating. But he was right, this was your fault. You deserved this.
Why were you even fighting this?
“Good girl,” you heard him say over your sobs and racing thoughts, caressing and soothing over your abused skin lovingly. No doubt you’ll have quite a few bruises blooming there for a while. He leans down to gently brush away some tears running down your face sideways with a soft expression. “You’re so much fun when you misbehave.”
Whatever dignity you had left was gone at this point.
Sighing, he starts to shimmy off his cloak, bringing more of your attention to the taut muscles of his abs and the sharp, angular tattoos. You were ashamed to admit that even without the shroom, you couldn't deny you found him attractive when he wasn’t absolutely deplorable.
“Like what you see?” he gave a sharp-toothed grin, that predatory glint in his eyes returning. He tossed the cape somewhere off to the far corner of the room before sliding down his pants. Your eyes followed every detail from his muscular thighs and the tattoos trailing down his v-line, to his half-hard cock springing free, eyes widening at the size of it.
There’s absolutely no possible way you can take that. That thing will rip you apart, but the excitement and lust made it too hard for you to care all that much.
Your breaths came out short and fast when you could feel Sukuna climbing onto the bed over you, the mattress dipping under his weight. His hands wrapped around your midsection as he arches your ass up higher, causing your head to press down further into the pillow.
“What a mess you're making,” he tuts, bringing your embarrassingly wet mound closer to his view. He tilted his head as if he was studying a piece of art on a canvas, tracing a calloused finger down your entrance and prodding at the lips. Hearing you a squeak from the touch, he chuckled. “Relax princess, I’ll take good care of you,” he coaxes, licking the sample taste of your wetness from his finger before bringing his face closer to breathe in your scent.
His hands sensually running along the smooth skin of your thighs does little to ease your shakiness, nor is there any time to mentally prepare yourself when the slick warmth of his tongue makes contact with your throbbing slit, savoring the taste as he moves more further to lather your sensitive clit. The pressure applied to your bud has scrambling and squirming in your bindings, wishing for anything to grab onto. It was agonizingly delightful. The coaxing pattern of his tongue moving back and forth has you nearly losing yourself and mewling in pure ecstasy.
“Ah—f-fucking, stop it,” you rasp, despite the way your body grinding against his face wants otherwise.
“Stop your whining,” he mutters, and you can feel him grinning against your skin. “I meant what I said about helping.”
He gives your heated sex another ravenous lick before slithering his way up to the tight rim of your asshole, turning your little huffs into a confused yelp.
“H-hey what the fuck?! Ew!”
But he simply laughs and pays your complaint no mind, and lets your body speak for itself. Spreading your cheeks further apart, his grip on your ass was firm as he continued to swirl around the tight ring of muscle, until the ache of his own arousal became too much to bear and let his hands wander. Trailing up the curves of your hips and his claws to tear through more of your corset. Your nerves felt as if they were set ablaze as his hands reached further up your ruined dress, tenderly brushing along your stomach as they reached to cup your breasts.
“You taste so sweet,” his low groan against you sends vibrations throughout your nerves. One of his hands reaching down to jerk his swollen cock ease the ache.
“S-shit— ah! quit it!” your shrill voice cut through when the sinful touch of the palm tugging and massaging your pebbled nipple went back down to rub little circles along your clit.
In response, he hummed mischievously and gave it a little spank as he rubbed it harder while simultaneously slipping two fingers in and out between your folds.
Panting heavily, a small smile formed on your face as the pressure in your core kept building like a dam about to burst.
“Fuck—… gonna cum,” you breathe, but he hears yours plea just fine, pulling out his fingers and burrowing his face in your cunt again to fuck you out with his tongue.
“Let it out….that it’s…there you go,” his voice sultry as he coaxes you through the creamy flood that gushes from you, his mouth open wide licking and taking in all of your sweet arousal, feeling like he was about to nearly come himself.
From your point it was as if the rest of the world ceased to exist, losing yourself in his whispered praises and the still ever burning lust coursing through your veins. This was nice. You were so silly for even trying to run from this.
You’re hardly given a moment to catch your breath, when his fingers start running up your thighs gathering up more of your slick as they move to tease your entrance again, making you jerk as you try to look back at him.
“You don’t seriously think I’m done with you yet, do you?” he jeers, planting a wet, sloppy kiss along it. Without thinking, you’re already pressing more of yourself onto him, which he indulges by playing with the sensitive bud of your clit.
“My sweet princess,” he sighs in mocking disappointment, a thick finger circling the rim of your other entrance. “What would your poor citizen think if they’d known you liked to be bent over like some common whore?” The rest of his sentence could barely reach your ears over the sharp cry that you let out when he breached the tiny hole that fluttered your insides. His other hand continues his assault on your clit, applying more pressure and circling it more quickly.
Not trying to boost his ego any further, you planted your face back into the pillow to stifle any more embarrassing sounds you were making. You shuddered in disgusted pleasure from the amount of cum you felt leaking down your thighs to your lower legs.
“I see that plumber hasn’t managed to stretch you out properly,” he rasps, the sound of his tone could be misconstrued for frustration. “The one time he does something that’s not a pain in my ass.” He has you both moaning in unison from the stretch, as his finger curls deeply in and out.
“P-please,” you muffled, not having the energy to raise up and look back to challenge his words. All you could think about was your satisfaction. For him to keep going, arching up higher as he enters a second digit, his other finger along your pussy ramping up its ministrations your clit faster and harder.
“More…need…” your nails dig so deep into your palm they break a layer of skin.
Then it all stops, his hands retracting and making you lift your head in confusion. Somewhere from behind you can hear him rummaging through one of the nightstand drawers and the sound of a cap popping.
Oh no.
He’s not actually going to do it?
And then the feeling of a cold blob circling around your tight hole confirms your worst fears. You writhe and squirm as a wave of panic starts to cut through your lustful haze, his cruel laugh serving as a reminder of your situation and that no one was coming to save you.This fucking psycho. He’s out of his goddamn mind.
He’s actually going to fuck you there.
“W-wait!” you try to move, wincing as his claws dig into your skin to keep you still. “Will it even f—,”
“It will,” he says dismissively. You don’t even need to look to know he was grinning like a maniac. Shutting your eyes you plant your face back down with shuddering breaths as his hot and and heavy member drags along your thigh—precum smearing your already glistening skin.
“And stop clenching so damn much,” he lightly pats your thigh, like that’ll fucking help. “It’ll hurt less if you relax.” Smoothly massaging your skin, he prods at your hole.
You made it this far, right?
You know it’s coming, but that doesn’t stop the high pitched mewl that escapes from you when the fat tip of his cock stretches you as it slowly breeches through. Your face burns as more tears trickle down your cheeks from the sensation of being slowly filled.
“Theeerre we g—fuck…Doin’ real good, princess.” his voice shaky and breathy, his composure already slipping as he steadies your hips to keep you spread out with a bruising force. “Just stay like that for me.”
You’re rewarded with a hand reaching to stroke more coaxing circles along your clit, which mixed with the effect of the drug soothes you through the pain enough to distract you from the thickest part of him nestling his away inside, whimpering as he sinks deeper in by inch. Briefly, you’re able to relax slightly once you’ve taken in the hardest part, before your breaths shorten when he bottoms out around you snugly.
“Wasnt so bad now was it?,” he leans to kiss along the shell of your ear, pushing his hips tightly against your ass. “Told you it’d fit.”
One of his tattooed hands splayed beside your head as he began to move, his grunts mixing with your whimpers as you struggled to take his achingly slow thrusts. Unsurprisingly it hurt like hell, but at the same time you needed it, gasping through the pain eventually dulled into pure blissful pleasure.
“All that crying only for you to like it, huh?” he says hoarsely, the slow stretch with each push of hips knocking the air from his lungs, one arm snug around your waist keeping your ass arched up high.
“Fucking you so silly, you can’t even run your mouth,” then his pace starts to pick up, groaning and grunting as his cock twitches dragging along your fleshy walls, your vision getting blurrier as the hand behside you leaves to entangle through your locks of hair. “Should be lucky I didn’t make you wait longer.”
Drool starts to spill from your mouth as you’re nearly left speechless save for your moaning, as he continues having his way with you—claiming ownership over your mind and soul. Over the sounds of his balls slapping against your ass, bouncing off the walls, you listen to him prattle on and on about how long he’s waited to have you all to himself, but that stupid plumber was always getting in his way. Taking you from him. When you’d be much better off by his side, a whole empire to worship the ground you walk on. Make sure no one dares lay a hand on you.
It was disgusting really, yet your cunt throbbed and dripped with every filthy image he planted in your mind as he went into detail on how hard it was to hold back from dragging you on his throne to bounce you his, forcing Satoru to watch while he gave you orgasm after orgasm.
“Hm, actually maybe I’ll bring him here for a while. I’m sure you’d like that too, peaches?” his tone taking on mock innocence. Just another excuse to further your humiliation and shame, reveling how much you pulsate around his cock as he fucks into you deeper.
“Oh, you’re crying again.” Hang on, I wanna get a good look. His claws swipe through the ropes ensnaring your wrists with only a moment to process the relief of relaxing your arms before he’s flipping you over, giving you a nice full view of his flushed face and sweat running down his chest and abs.
“Fuck…you’re so pretty,” he gently cups your face with one palm. Your tearful, defeated fucked out expression and body were like a work of art. He might even consider painting this exact moment later on. Another swipe and rip and your gown is fully torn, letting your tits bounce freely bobbing up and down.
Pulling you closer, he threw your legs around him only making you feel more vulnerable and exposed letting him see every reaction, he garnered from you being stretched and filled.
S’ too much,” covering your face when one of his large hands trails over your delicate collarbone before trailing to grab one of your breasts, gasping and whining with each tug and pull.
“Don’t hide from me” he growled, a sharp pinch to your abused clit has you crying out. “I want you to watch. I need to see all of you.”
You were getting that feeling again, sensing it clawing its way to the surface to be set free.
“Can’t wait to make you my pretty little wife,” sweat dripping down his face as his thrust become more erratic, his fingers rubbing your pussy lips harshly. You’re seeing stars dotting your vision as you watch him move back and forth, sure that he’s reaching your stomach at this point.Not that you cared much, too focused on how you could feel every ridge and vein sliding against your walls, grasping the sheets so harshly they might tear.
“Gonna make sure to fuck all your holes every night. Treat you like a queen.” his words slur as he laughs looking so unhinged it’d terrify you more if your mind weren’t turned to mush.
“P-please,” was all you could manage with a hoarse voice. Everything around you was getting so spiny and dizzy that you’re starting to laugh too. Your body feeling like it was being boiled from inside out as more stars flash your vision white.
“Cum for me, peaches,” you hear him say, hardly registering his arms wrapping around your shaking form, screaming a broken moan against his chest, nails digging into skin as you convulsed and squirted with him continuing to rut you through it.
You didn’t mind one bit as he kept you there, bringing you into another sloppy kiss until he came hard in and out of you. Face all scrunched up as he filled you to the brim and jerking the rest of his arousal up your chest and stomach with a low groan until it reached your lips. Pressing his mouth to yours, he swirled his tongue around as he forced you to taste him.
Then with a satisfied ruffle to your head he pulls away to get you cleaned up.
But the drug was still running hot in your veins, you’re grasping out to pull him back. He did this to you, and you’re sure as hell gonna make him own up until you passed out
“Still eager, huh?” he chuckles settling back down to bring your hand over his still swollen erection. “Maybe if you put that mouth of your to good, use I may consider fucking your other hole next.”
a/n: oof, that was a lot. I’m planning on doing another fic with bowser!kuna as a threesome with Gojo some time in the future. Anyways I’m going to sleep now. K, byeeee!
cw: MDNI, dark fic but its crack treated seriously, yandere sukuna, non-con/dub-con, references to some mario games, smut, kidnapping, captivity, cunnilingus, anal play, anal sex, aphrodisiacs(mushrooms from the games), obsession, vaginal and anal fingering, light bondage, spanking
wc: 6.3k (wtf happened)
a/n: Since this is kinda dark, for those of you in my perma taglist, please let me know if you’d like to be removed from this story.
dividers: @/dollywons @/cafekitsune @/honeyluvsw
You really can’t catch a break can you?
But honestly, it was kind of your own fault for being a little too careless. How could you not see that things were a little too peaceful for the past few months or so? Maybe the whispers of you being too kind for your own good were true, especially when it comes to your enemies.
Even so, you always tried to give people a benefit of the doubt and see the good in them, even someone like Sukuna. While you did find his obsession with you a bit unnerving at times, you thought maybe by trying to bring out more of that softer side might convince him to end this exhausting feud between your kingdoms.
And look where that got you.
While you were no stranger to bearing the brunt of his schemes, having Satoru around made you hardly imagine a scenario where he’d actually win. Not that you underestimated Sukuna that much, but it surprised and saddened you how easily you played right into his hands. You seriously regret not sending more of an entourage with Satoru when he got that letter about winning some free mansion, but at the time you felt like you both needed a break away from your everyday lives.
Not too long after he left, you decided to do a little traveling yourself, just to see what some of the vacation spots in your brochures had in store. Next thing you know, you’re ambushed while sightseeing and now you’re stuck in his castle—in this room with no clue of Satoru’s whereabouts. Usually he’d have been here within a few hours, but as the days went on in this gloomy place, you lost track of time and started to worry. Still, you tried not to lose hope, taking matters into your own hands and plotting your escape.
Although, that’s easier said than done. Sukuna had left you confined in this gilded cage of a room for the duration of your captivity, only letting you out to join him for meals, the occasional walk or ceremonies celebrating his latest conquest so the best course of action would be to lay low. Slowly gaining his trust and being sweet enough to convince him to let you roam around a bit more, which seemed to work pretty well surprisingly. At times you could almost forget how dangerous he really was when he tried to charm you with gifts, or ignore how creepy it was that he tailored this room to almost resemble yours back home.
Either way, this place was really getting to you, but now was your chance.
It was late, and currently Sukuna was probably resting from what you know, and hopefully it’d stay that way while you finish picking this lock.
The sound of lock clicking made you pause briefly.
It actually worked.
Tentatively, you slowly pulled the door open enough just to peak through the crack. Silence. Opening it a bit wider, you stuck your head out—looking both ways down the hall.
Empty.
You should really be offended. No one around takes you seriously enough to keep a look out? Or maybe they slack off when their boss isn’t around.
Quietly closing the door behind you, you started to make your way out, making sure your footsteps were quiet as you took in your surroundings. Even when you were let out, the places you were allowed to go were limited, so you still didn’t have much of an idea of the layout of this place. It made you wonder if anyone else got lost here sometimes.
As you expected, the escape was not going as smoothly as you planned. You ended up having to hide or take a bunch of weird routes, to avoid being seen, sometimes wandering into areas that seemed like trap rooms. Was this what Satoru went through every other week? If you had known you’d get this far, you probably would’ve waited a bit longer to plan things out. Maybe if you’re lucky, you could find a map room or something and try to search for a warp pipe that leads somewhere far away from this place. Then from there you could find a way back home, and start a search for Satoru.
Eventually things started to clear up a bit as you reached what looked like the kitchen area. If you remembered correctly, you could have sworn there—
“Taking a little night stroll?” a voice from behind cut through the silence of the corridor.
You froze in your tracks, unsure how you could even face him right now. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. You should’ve given yourself more time to plan this out. Or found a power up lying around somewhere? Why? Why now, when you were so close? Taking a few deep breaths, you calmed yourself down.
It’ll be okay. There’s still hope. You can get outta this.
Turning around to meet Sukuna’s intimidating glare, you gave your best charmingly apologetic smile you could muster, which was pretty easy with how fucking scared you were right now.
“Oh…you’re still up too,” you spoke softly, fiddling with your hands, noticing that he was in his usual spiked cape that did little to cover his muscular physique. Does he ever wear a shirt?
“I am,”
“I-I know it’s late but…” your eyes darted away briefly as you bit your lip. “I haven’t been feeling too well lately…m-maybe a little restless…and umm…I guess someone left my door unlocked, so I’d thought I’d come down and make some tea…and uh…”
His expression remained unreadable behind his cold gaze as he watched you stammer and stutter like a moron. God, you probably looked so pathetic right now. Get it together already! You deal with him on a regular basis!
Beads of sweat trickled down your forehead, as you mentally shook yourself. “D-do you think…you have the ingredients around here somewhere? It’s a special kind of tea that’s my comfort drink. Oh! And I’ll make you some too! It’s a pretty popular recipe back in my kingdom and I’m sure you’ll love it. Maybe we can even take a st—
“Enough with your lies, brat,” he cut you off, making you flinch.
Oh he’s pissed.
“You really are a sneaky little thing,” his figure towered over you as he approached. “Batting your pretty lashes thinking you can fool me.”
You tried to make a break for it but he was quicker, grabbing you roughly and forcing you to face him as he pulled you close. “Ungrateful too.” One hand gripped your chin, tilting your head up as his crimson eyes bore into yours. “I really don’t get it. Why are you so desperate to go back to that sorry excuse of a kingdom? To that…plumber.” His nails dug harshly into your cheeks as he emphasized that last word.
“I—I’m so—“ you squeaked
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” his voice giddy and high pitched as he mocked you. “It’s always lies with you, you little shit! You really don’t know what’s for your own good. When you’re being done a favor.” His hold on you had become so tight, you thought he was going to crush you—hyper aware of how your breasts were practically squished against his bare chest. The tears you tried to hold back, started to blur your vision. You’ve never seen him this mad with you before.
He sighed, his grip loosened slightly before he continued. “You know you won’t stand a chance right? Against me or some other major threat that comes along.” The hand that held your chin left to stroke your hair. “Some defense to have. Look how easy it is to subdue you.”
“And you think keeping me locked in here like some caged animal is an ideal solution?” you hissed bitterly.
“I did allow you freedom, but obviously that was a mistake. I just might have to keep you chained up from now on.”
“And what about my friends?! You and your minions are always attacking and trying to kill my people and you expect me to just be okay with that? You say you care about me giving me all these frivolous gifts, but have you even considered how I feel?!”
You continued to prattle on, but it might as well be white noise to him. As frustrating as your defiance was, he knew it wouldn’t be easy keeping you here. Things like this take time, and you’ll learn to love him soon enough.
But that doesn’t mean he’s letting you off the hook.
So he held you there as you eventually stopped trying to reason with him and cried your heart out, gently rubbing soothing circles along your back. “Hey.” he murmured, resting his head against the crook of your neck. “Quit getting yourself so worked up. You’re gonna make your headache worse.”
“Huh? But I—“
“I know, but you’re not feeling well, right?”
He lifts his head from your shoulder and your teary, blurry vision, you see him pull out something small and pink from his pocket. Some sort of pastry…no, a mushroom? But before you can question it, he’s bringing your chin up to face him again—
“Open,” his voice stern as he grips your jaw.
“Wh—“ then he stuffs the little thing in your mouth with both fingers. Confused and muffling you try to resist
“Quit be so fucking difficult. I’m trying to help you.” he grunts, forcing your mouth open just a bit wider, as he slides the shroom in and holds it in place until you give in. “Good girl.” With a satisfied smirk, he slowly retracts fingers, a string saliva trailing behind as they pull out with a satisfying pop. “Now chew.” Using that same hand, he moved your jaw up and down, before tilting your head up further until you swallowed, your grimaces and glares only furthering his amusement.
Whatever he just fed you was very sweet on your tongue—way too sickeningly sweet like the first time you ever baked—and you’re sure it’ll leave the worst aftertaste imaginable after a while.
“The fuck was that?!” you shoved away from him, or rather he pretty much let you, as you sputtered and gagged, wondering how many times you’ll have to brush your teeth to make the sweetness go away.
“Stop your whining, I didn’t poison you.” he simply rolled his eyes at your displeasure.
You might as well have!, you wanted to respond, if you weren’t so preoccupied with getting rid of this revolting taste. Fuck. You needed some water. Some ice cold water, to wash it down, and maybe some to pour over the rest of you, with how increasingly warm it was getting. Seriously, why was it getting hotter?
“Something the matter, princess?” you could practically hear the smugness in tone as he approached you again.
“Just…leave me alone! What did you even do to me?” you rasped, wiping the sweat from your brow. The stupid dress you were wearing suddenly felt like it had too many layers, and you desperately wanted out. Your vision seemed blurrier as you stumbled—trying to get anywhere away from him, but he caught you in his arms before you could make another move.
“Giving you a little push,” he chuckled, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine as he started to pepper little kisses along your cheek and jawline, stunning you for a second. The other hand around your waist toyed with the lace of your corset—loosening it slightly. Every bone and nerve in your body was practically screaming for you to flee, and you desperately did—hating how the softness of his lips raised goosebumps along your neck, or how this unbearable warmth was starting to build up and replace your fear with…desire?
That wasn’t a power-up.
One moment you’re trying to get him off and the next, you’re being hauled over his shoulder like a sack of bread as he carries you back upstairs—with you cursing and screaming the entire way, probably loud enough to wake the entire castle. It seemed like it was starting to kick in, seeing how you’re being brattier than usual.
By the time he reaches his room, your hits against his back have become sloppy—panting heavily as you take in the surroundings.
“Let me go you asshole!” you shout and continue to struggle, as he presses you up against the wall. “Take me back to my r—,” he soft lips pressing against your shuts you up except for a confused moan that muffles as is tongue swishes with yours. Your breath hitches when he starts to hike up your dress, his hands uncharacteristically warm against your skin as they trail up your thighs.
“I really don’t know what to do with you anymore, princess,” he pulls away from your warm mouth, sighing. His words were soft in contrast to the cruel way he kneaded and teased your curves “Would’ve waited for our wedding night like you wanted, but you just had to up and—Oh, what’s this?” His smirk widened when his fingers brushed along the slickness you leaked, as he got closer to your most sensitive area.
You couldn’t do more than let out short gasps and whimpers as continued to do what he pleased—his finger lightly tapping the now soaked material that barely covered your throbbing cunt and goading sparks of unwanted pleasure out of you from your increased sensitivity. A single touch and you were already losing your mind, from the likes of him—craving him.
“Oh, you really like that huh?” His voice sends vibrations throughout your body as he leans into your neck to leave more kisses. “Didn’t know my little princess was such a slut,” He pressed his finger a bit harder before rubbing little circles along the fabric where he could feel the outline of your slit, his other hand settling on the crest of your ass, his prodding and kneading of the plushness of it making your highly stimulated state worse.
Feeling overwhelmed you try to shove him off again, only for him to laugh giddily as he presses himself tighter against you, muttering about how fun it’ll be to tame you and other heinous things—gasping when you felt the hardness of him through his pants pressing against your thigh, much to your disgust. With every new sensation, it was as if your cognitive process was slowly deteriorating and giving in to his whims. The shroom—his hands like fire against your skin was all too much.
Would he have you feeling this good if he hadn’t drugged you? Have you grinding against him like some animal in heat? No
“S’ fucking wet... Want me to fuck you with my fingers, yeah?” he rasps, cupping your soaked mound with palm and giving it a little squeeze.
“N-no!” you said abruptly, not caring how your body wanted nothing more for him to slide your panties to the side and fix what he started.
“No?” he raises from your shoulder to look at you, tilting his head to the side pouting. “Scared I’ll make you come? Knowing you can’t do anything about it?” You could feel the ball of his palm massaging over your clothed clit, pussy twitching in anticipation.
“P-Please d-,”
“Don’t stop”? his hand gives your cunt a light smack, eliciting a cute little yelp “Or maybe you still think your little knight is gonna barge in, watching his precious princess begging for her new ki—“
The mention of Satoru has you slapping him hard across the face before you can even think. His ministrations coming to an abrupt pause, as blood trickles down his lip from where he bit his tongue. Flinching, you expect him to retaliate.
“Guess you’re not ready for your reward yet,” he huffs, then retracts his hands, leaving you feeling cold.
It was like your emotions were at war between relief and regret. Instinctively, you grabbed his hand that felt oh so good against you, trying to make him keep going, but he was having none of it. You’ve never felt so pathetic needing his finger inside you—needing to clench them.
“Oh no, it’s too late for that,” he chuckles, hauling you up again and ignoring your pleads.
What is he going to do now? Is he taking you back to your room? Hopefully not like this and leaving you at the mercy of your own fingers. There’s no way you could satisfy yourself as much.
He stops to get something, and then you’re plopped down face first onto his bed. As you tried to gather your bearings, he was already on top of you with a firm grip of your wrists, forcing them up and beginning to tie them to the pole of the headboard with a thick rope. “Such an ungrateful brat. I provide you anything you could possibly want, lovely dresses, your own goddamn room” he grunts, tightening the rope as if to emphasize his point. “Don’t even have to lift around here, and this is how you behave.”
He lightly tugs up your skirt again, his hand sliding along the curve of your hip making you stiffen and cunt throb with excitement. Please please please. Just a little higher. “This power up is supposed to last a few hours or so. Really a shame, but I think leaving you here would be a fitting punishment.” Giving your hip a little pat, he gets up.
No, no no no. You shake your head, whimpering and struggling with your bindings.“Wait! No please! You can’t—don’t leave me here!” But your pleas may as well have fallen on deaf ears as you watched him retreat to a little armchair across from you, sitting lazily with one leg crossed over his knee, chin resting on his fist like it was his own throne.
Thanks to your little stunt earlier, Sukuna was wide awake and could probably do this all night if he wanted. Hell, he actually might, just to see how much of your resolve he could break. His beautiful face carved with an evil as he observed every whine and jerk, with glee. Maybe, he’ll leave for a bit to go torture prisoners down in the dungeon and come back to see to you as nothing than a sobbing, writhing mess. It was pitiful, but it was your own fault after all.
You were in a state of delirium, stuck in this desperate endless cycle of needing to cum and not cumming. At times you growled in frustration when you tried to quell your arousal with your hands, only to forget they were bound. Then you tried rubbing your thighs together but it wasn’t a good substitute for the need to be filled, so you were left rutting against the mattress like some depraved beast.
“Fucking fuck! Fuck you Sukuna! I swear I’m gonna fucking kill you!” you spat, words full of venom as saliva dripping down your chin, staining the pillowcase. You’ve never been so humiliated in your life. Satoru would never do this to you. You wished he were here right now—imagining him taking care of you, which only made you hornier.
He simply quirked an eyebrow. “You will?”
“J-just shut th— come fix this already!”, the words died in your throat, as you squeezed your eyes shut on the brink of tears again. “Please…” you cried softly. The ecstasy was becoming so much to handle that you felt like you’d die if you didn’t get your release soon. You fucking hated him s—
“My my you’re seeming a little desperate,” your eyes flew open when you felt his warm breath brushing your ear. Your head immediately turned to see him at your level with arms propped up on the bedside. “Is that begging I hear?”
Nails digging into your palm and lip trembling, you were torn between your pride and dignity and giving in. There’s no way you can do it. You just can’t succumb to this monster. No amount of shrooms can or If you try hard enough, you can let yourself be lulled to sleep into some faraway dream that’ll take care of the rest.
How hard can it be?
“Well? Speak up, brat.” he suddenly frowned, with an impatient edge to his tone.
How long was a few hours?
“Tch, maybe I’m hearing things.”
And these bindings are awfully tight.
“As much as I love the sound of your voice, your little tantrum is starting to bore me.” Leaving your field of view, panic starts to settle in when hear his retreating footsteps.
“No no no! I-I’m sorry! Don’t leave! I really am this time!” your breaths heavy as you wriggle and squirm, somehow thinking you can go after him if you need to. “Please… Sukuna! Need…to cum! P-please make me cum. Make me cum…”
Silence. Coming to the conclusion he left the room, your heart sank. Who the fuck were you kidding? There’s no way you’ll get a wink of sleep in this posi—
“And why should I do that?” his large hand snakes between your legs, briefly brushing against the area you want it most before settling on the curve of your ass. There it was again. That rush of sudden contact that has you jolting and sucking in a sharp breath. You didn’t even bother to resist arching into it.
“Still thinking you have the right to make demands?” his fingers slide between hems of your pretty laced panties. You tense a even more as he pulls them down,
“I-I—,”
His hand suddenly comes down hard on your ass followed by a loud smack. The stinging impact making you let out an embarrassing yelp as you scrambled your body further up the bed to get away.
“You really think you deserve to be rewarded?” he asks calmly, gently rubbing and massaging your stinging flesh soothingly before slapping it harder this time.
“N-no!”
“Mmhmm, and why is that?”
The painful sensation made it difficult to string your words together, which didn’t satisfy him in the least. He brought his hand down again and again, only managing to hear the sounds of your shrieks in return. It hurt like hell, but you couldn’t deny that it felt so painfully good. Burying your face in the pillow, your nails dug into your palm almost hard enough to draw blood as your pussy clenched with need.
“I’ll keep going until I get an answer.” he said bluntly, this time striking your naked cunt.
“B-because I t-tried to run!”
“And…?”
Another smack.
“I-I hit you—,” you blubbered through choked sobs. “and d-disrespected…you!”
“Correct. And that’s worthy of a punishment is it not?”
“Y-yes.”
“Very good,” he gave your ass a light squeeze. “Now I want you to count, just to be sure you’re really sorry.”
So you tried to oblige his command to the best of ability, but the tremors along with the intensity of strikes increasing with each count made you lose your train of thought. You were glad you weren’t able to see his face in this position, your shame and humiliation at full display.
“Start over. You’re too sloppy.” his voice low and dangerous as he tugged your head up by the hair from the pillow to hear you more clearly. Then he began again, his grin full of mania while he watched you slowly break down from the rough treatment. His other hand reached down his pants to stroke his swollen cock to how nice your cheeks jiggled.
You don’t know how long you’ve been stuck in this state of pleasured agony, but it seemed like he was dragging it on as long as possible this time, with the knot in stomach growing tighter and cunt pulsating. But he was right, this was your fault. You deserved this.
Why were you even fighting this?
“Good girl,” you heard him say over your sobs and racing thoughts, caressing and soothing over your abused skin lovingly. No doubt you’ll have quite a few bruises blooming there for a while. He leans down to gently brush away some tears running down your face sideways with a soft expression. “You’re so much fun when you misbehave.”
Whatever dignity you had left was gone at this point.
Sighing, he starts to shimmy off his cloak, bringing more of your attention to the taut muscles of his abs and the sharp, angular tattoos. You were ashamed to admit that even without the shroom, you couldn't deny you found him attractive when he wasn’t absolutely deplorable.
“Like what you see?” he gave a sharp-toothed grin, that predatory glint in his eyes returning. He tossed the cape somewhere off to the far corner of the room before sliding down his pants. Your eyes followed every detail from his muscular thighs and the tattoos trailing down his v-line, to his half-hard cock springing free, eyes widening at the size of it.
There’s absolutely no possible way you can take that. That thing will rip you apart, but the excitement and lust made it too hard for you to care all that much.
Your breaths came out short and fast when you could feel Sukuna climbing onto the bed over you, the mattress dipping under his weight. His hands wrapped around your midsection as he arches your ass up higher, causing your head to press down further into the pillow.
“What a mess you're making,” he tuts, bringing your embarrassingly wet mound closer to his view. He tilted his head as if he was studying a piece of art on a canvas, tracing a calloused finger down your entrance and prodding at the lips. Hearing you a squeak from the touch, he chuckled. “Relax princess, I’ll take good care of you,” he coaxes, licking the sample taste of your wetness from his finger before bringing his face closer to breathe in your scent.
His hands sensually running along the smooth skin of your thighs does little to ease your shakiness, nor is there any time to mentally prepare yourself when the slick warmth of his tongue makes contact with your throbbing slit, savoring the taste as he moves more further to lather your sensitive clit. The pressure applied to your bud has scrambling and squirming in your bindings, wishing for anything to grab onto. It was agonizingly delightful. The coaxing pattern of his tongue moving back and forth has you nearly losing yourself and mewling in pure ecstasy.
“Ah—f-fucking, stop it,” you rasp, despite the way your body grinding against his face wants otherwise.
“Stop your whining,” he mutters, and you can feel him grinning against your skin. “I meant what I said about helping.”
He gives your heated sex another ravenous lick before slithering his way up to the tight rim of your asshole, turning your little huffs into a confused yelp.
“H-hey what the fuck?! Ew!”
But he simply laughs and pays your complaint no mind, and lets your body speak for itself. Spreading your cheeks further apart, his grip on your ass was firm as he continued to swirl around the tight ring of muscle, until the ache of his own arousal became too much to bear and let his hands wander. Trailing up the curves of your hips and his claws to tear through more of your corset. Your nerves felt as if they were set ablaze as his hands reached further up your ruined dress, tenderly brushing along your stomach as they reached to cup your breasts.
“You taste so sweet,” his low groan against you sends vibrations throughout your nerves. One of his hands reaching down to jerk his swollen cock ease the ache.
“S-shit— ah! quit it!” your shrill voice cut through when the sinful touch of the palm tugging and massaging your pebbled nipple went back down to rub little circles along your clit.
In response, he hummed mischievously and gave it a little spank as he rubbed it harder while simultaneously slipping two fingers in and out between your folds.
Panting heavily, a small smile formed on your face as the pressure in your core kept building like a dam about to burst.
“Fuck—… gonna cum,” you breathe, but he hears yours plea just fine, pulling out his fingers and burrowing his face in your cunt again to fuck you out with his tongue.
“Let it out….that it’s…there you go,” his voice sultry as he coaxes you through the creamy flood that gushes from you, his mouth open wide licking and taking in all of your sweet arousal, feeling like he was about to nearly come himself.
From your point it was as if the rest of the world ceased to exist, losing yourself in his whispered praises and the still ever burning lust coursing through your veins. This was nice. You were so silly for even trying to run from this.
You’re hardly given a moment to catch your breath, when his fingers start running up your thighs gathering up more of your slick as they move to tease your entrance again, making you jerk as you try to look back at him.
“You don’t seriously think I’m done with you yet, do you?” he jeers, planting a wet, sloppy kiss along it. Without thinking, you’re already pressing more of yourself onto him, which he indulges by playing with the sensitive bud of your clit.
“My sweet princess,” he sighs in mocking disappointment, a thick finger circling the rim of your other entrance. “What would your poor citizen think if they’d known you liked to be bent over like some common whore?” The rest of his sentence could barely reach your ears over the sharp cry that you let out when he breached the tiny hole that fluttered your insides. His other hand continues his assault on your clit, applying more pressure and circling it more quickly.
Not trying to boost his ego any further, you planted your face back into the pillow to stifle any more embarrassing sounds you were making. You shuddered in disgusted pleasure from the amount of cum you felt leaking down your thighs to your lower legs.
“I see that plumber hasn’t managed to stretch you out properly,” he rasps, the sound of his tone could be misconstrued for frustration. “The one time he does something that’s not a pain in my ass.” He has you both moaning in unison from the stretch, as his finger curls deeply in and out.
“P-please,” you muffled, not having the energy to raise up and look back to challenge his words. All you could think about was your satisfaction. For him to keep going, arching up higher as he enters a second digit, his other finger along your pussy ramping up its ministrations your clit faster and harder.
“More…need…” your nails dig so deep into your palm they break a layer of skin.
Then it all stops, his hands retracting and making you lift your head in confusion. Somewhere from behind you can hear him rummaging through one of the nightstand drawers and the sound of a cap popping.
Oh no.
He’s not actually going to do it?
And then the feeling of a cold blob circling around your tight hole confirms your worst fears. You writhe and squirm as a wave of panic starts to cut through your lustful haze, his cruel laugh serving as a reminder of your situation and that no one was coming to save you.This fucking psycho. He’s out of his goddamn mind.
He’s actually going to fuck you there.
“W-wait!” you try to move, wincing as his claws dig into your skin to keep you still. “Will it even f—,”
“It will,” he says dismissively. You don’t even need to look to know he was grinning like a maniac. Shutting your eyes you plant your face back down with shuddering breaths as his hot and and heavy member drags along your thigh—precum smearing your already glistening skin.
“And stop clenching so damn much,” he lightly pats your thigh, like that’ll fucking help. “It’ll hurt less if you relax.” Smoothly massaging your skin, he prods at your hole.
You made it this far, right?
You know it’s coming, but that doesn’t stop the high pitched mewl that escapes from you when the fat tip of his cock stretches you as it slowly breeches through. Your face burns as more tears trickle down your cheeks from the sensation of being slowly filled.
“Theeerre we g—fuck…Doin’ real good, princess.” his voice shaky and breathy, his composure already slipping as he steadies your hips to keep you spread out with a bruising force. “Just stay like that for me.”
You’re rewarded with a hand reaching to stroke more coaxing circles along your clit, which mixed with the effect of the drug soothes you through the pain enough to distract you from the thickest part of him nestling his away inside, whimpering as he sinks deeper in by inch. Briefly, you’re able to relax slightly once you’ve taken in the hardest part, before your breaths shorten when he bottoms out around you snugly.
“Wasnt so bad now was it?,” he leans to kiss along the shell of your ear, pushing his hips tightly against your ass. “Told you it’d fit.”
One of his tattooed hands splayed beside your head as he began to move, his grunts mixing with your whimpers as you struggled to take his achingly slow thrusts. Unsurprisingly it hurt like hell, but at the same time you needed it, gasping through the pain eventually dulled into pure blissful pleasure.
“All that crying only for you to like it, huh?” he says hoarsely, the slow stretch with each push of hips knocking the air from his lungs, one arm snug around your waist keeping your ass arched up high.
“Fucking you so silly, you can’t even run your mouth,” then his pace starts to pick up, groaning and grunting as his cock twitches dragging along your fleshy walls, your vision getting blurrier as the hand behside you leaves to entangle through your locks of hair. “Should be lucky I didn’t make you wait longer.”
Drool starts to spill from your mouth as you’re nearly left speechless save for your moaning, as he continues having his way with you—claiming ownership over your mind and soul. Over the sounds of his balls slapping against your ass, bouncing off the walls, you listen to him prattle on and on about how long he’s waited to have you all to himself, but that stupid plumber was always getting in his way. Taking you from him. When you’d be much better off by his side, a whole empire to worship the ground you walk on. Make sure no one dares lay a hand on you.
It was disgusting really, yet your cunt throbbed and dripped with every filthy image he planted in your mind as he went into detail on how hard it was to hold back from dragging you on his throne to bounce you his, forcing Satoru to watch while he gave you orgasm after orgasm.
“Hm, actually maybe I’ll bring him here for a while. I’m sure you’d like that too, peaches?” his tone taking on mock innocence. Just another excuse to further your humiliation and shame, reveling how much you pulsate around his cock as he fucks into you deeper.
“Oh, you’re crying again.” Hang on, I wanna get a good look. His claws swipe through the ropes ensnaring your wrists with only a moment to process the relief of relaxing your arms before he’s flipping you over, giving you a nice full view of his flushed face and sweat running down his chest and abs.
“Fuck…you’re so pretty,” he gently cups your face with one palm. Your tearful, defeated fucked out expression and body were like a work of art. He might even consider painting this exact moment later on. Another swipe and rip and your gown is fully torn, letting your tits bounce freely bobbing up and down.
Pulling you closer, he threw your legs around him only making you feel more vulnerable and exposed letting him see every reaction, he garnered from you being stretched and filled.
S’ too much,” covering your face when one of his large hands trails over your delicate collarbone before trailing to grab one of your breasts, gasping and whining with each tug and pull.
“Don’t hide from me” he growled, a sharp pinch to your abused clit has you crying out. “I want you to watch. I need to see all of you.”
You were getting that feeling again, sensing it clawing its way to the surface to be set free.
“Can’t wait to make you my pretty little wife,” sweat dripping down his face as his thrust become more erratic, his fingers rubbing your pussy lips harshly. You’re seeing stars dotting your vision as you watch him move back and forth, sure that he’s reaching your stomach at this point.Not that you cared much, too focused on how you could feel every ridge and vein sliding against your walls, grasping the sheets so harshly they might tear.
“Gonna make sure to fuck all your holes every night. Treat you like a queen.” his words slur as he laughs looking so unhinged it’d terrify you more if your mind weren’t turned to mush.
“P-please,” was all you could manage with a hoarse voice. Everything around you was getting so spiny and dizzy that you’re starting to laugh too. Your body feeling like it was being boiled from inside out as more stars flash your vision white.
“Cum for me, peaches,” you hear him say, hardly registering his arms wrapping around your shaking form, screaming a broken moan against his chest, nails digging into skin as you convulsed and squirted with him continuing to rut you through it.
You didn’t mind one bit as he kept you there, bringing you into another sloppy kiss until he came hard in and out of you. Face all scrunched up as he filled you to the brim and jerking the rest of his arousal up your chest and stomach with a low groan until it reached your lips. Pressing his mouth to yours, he swirled his tongue around as he forced you to taste him.
Then with a satisfied ruffle to your head he pulls away to get you cleaned up.
But the drug was still running hot in your veins, you’re grasping out to pull him back. He did this to you, and you’re sure as hell gonna make him own up until you passed out
“Still eager, huh?” he chuckles settling back down to bring your hand over his still swollen erection. “Maybe if you put that mouth of your to good, use I may consider fucking your other hole next.”
a/n: oof, that was a lot. I’m planning on doing another fic with bowser!kuna as a threesome with Gojo some time in the future. Anyways I’m going to sleep now. K, byeeee!
who better to possess protect you than your devoted knight?
synopsis: you've spent most of your life sheltered and spoiled as the youngest member of the royal family. a pretty princess protected by the palace's highly-trained knights. including a certain dark-haired one who appears to have taken his duties a little too seriously. when suguru geto steals you away from your home and sticks you in a replica of your room at the top of a tower with no one but your captor for company, you soon realized that no one is coming to find you. will you try to escape? return to the world he swears is out to get you? or perhaps chose the man who put you here in the first place?
pairing: yandere!geto x rapunzel!reader
content: mdni. angst. smut. porn with plot. dubcon. HEAVY YANDERE ELEMENTS, kidnapping, imprisonment, heavy petting, no physical descriptions except reader has long hair, reader is a bit oblivious and spoiled, getting a really fucked up version of the princess treatment, geto is a gaslighting girlboss, prolonged captivity, stockholm syndrome, falling in love, geto is devoted and delusional, unprotected piv sex, breeding kink, discussions of baby trapping, degradation, pet names (princess, angel), mating press, creampie, bad ending
a/n: part of this event by @jazzthatonewriterchick !! art is by @/xxgojoxx on x btw :3
The sad thing was you didn't even realize you weren't home the first time you woke up.
He'd gotten almost every detail right. Down to the little scuffs in the floor and the jewelry scattered across your nightstand.
The dimensions were wrong though.
A subtle feeling of something being off when you yawned and stood up, squinting around at your stuff until you realized that somehow your room had shrunk in your sleep.
The last thing you remembered was stumbling back to your bedroom, drunk on the wine your family had served at dinner, celebrating your betrothment to a prince from a neighboring kingdom. Clumsily kicking off your heels and nearly falling over, your knight sweeping you off your feet and carrying you back to your bed, tucking you in and softly scolding you when you asked for a goodnight kiss.
Geto had whispered that you were supposed to save those for your soon-to-be husband.
You told him that you didn’t want him.
How could you when your heart was promised to the man who’d sworn to save you from anything?
Your head was throbbing.
Aching as you rubbed your temples and tried to sort out why you felt so strange.
It was only really when you glanced to the side and found only a small curved window where your balcony should be, that it struck you that you weren't just suffering from a hangover.
Your legs felt like jelly, wobbling underneath you as you struggled with each step between you and the door. Leaning against the wall as your fingers shakily wrapped around the knob.
You twisted.
But it didn't give.
"Hello?" You called out, your voice coming out surprisingly small. Not scared. Yet.
No, that didn't come until later.
After pacing the floor had led you back over to that strange window, and peering out of it revealed a stomach-churning drop far fucking higher than the normal view out of your second story bedroom.
You think you screamed.
Made some strangled sound, at least, tripping on your own feet and falling backwards, scraping your hands on a rough plank on the floor, a subtle sign of hasty construction, you were sure.
You didn't recognize any of the landscape around you. Had never seen the thick, tall trees that appeared to surround this...tower you were in. No sign of the salty ocean or sandy beaches you'd grown up beside.
"Princess," a warm voice spoke up behind you, familiar hands on your side hoisting you back up, dusting off your dress as your head whipped around.
Relief flooded you at the sight of your favorite knight's face. The soft crinkles by his pretty purple eyes, the tender upturn of the corner of his mouth as he looked down at you.
Suguru would know what was going on.
He'd never let anything bad happen to you.
If he was here, than surely, things couldn't be that bad.
"What's happening?" You huffed at him, attempting to reclaim a fraction of your dignity despite him seeing you in far worse states than this before. He'd held you when you were disheveled, thighs pinned to your chest as he prepared you for things you were supposed to do with your future husband one day. With sweat sticking to your forehead and your body shaking, face scrunched up with pure pleasure from his nimble fingers and tongues. He didn't even react at your obvious worry, watching you swallow hard as the panic still freely pounded in your chest, holding onto his strong forearm to steady yourself. "Where are we?"
He smiled at you, letting go of your side to caress your cheek, your heart stupidly fluttering at the gesture you both knew he shouldn't be doing. Not when he was meant to stand guard for you.
You were his duty. His life.
He was only ever supposed to be a supporting role in yours.
"Somewhere safe."
“Safe?” You echoed, blinking up at him without understanding.
“I brought your favorite books,” he murmured, softly stroking your hair as he looked down at you. “And more of those paints I got you last year for your birthday.”
“But why are we-”
“Your parents were about to sell you off to a brute,” he grimaced, even when he was speaking to you so tenderly. Dark eyes hardening as they narrowed just enough to let you know he was serious.
"He wasn't-" You started to protest, thinking back to the single time you'd actually seen him at a banquet a handful of months ago. Sure, you hadn't spoken directly to you, not when you were so closely supervised, but you watched him from across the room.
There were men far worse than that.
“He would have just used you for heirs while he slept with half his court,” he dismissively scoffed.
But, wasn’t that you were meant for?
A pretty tool to be purchased as a means for peace between kingdoms?
You always knew it would happen to you. The arranged marriage, having heirs, living in a foreign place with no friends.
All your manners classes, the rigid rules you'd spent your life learning, they were all leading up to this.
You were born to be a queen.
"I can't just run from my duty," you murmured, reaching back up to drag your thumb over his defined jaw, attempting to soften the blow of disappointment. He must've spent a long time preparing this place for you, ready to commit treason just to do what he thought was best.
Forever your knight, always thinking of you when you both knew that the feelings you harbored for each other would never amount to more than the handful of nights you'd stolen together.
"And you can't expect me not to do mine."
Your mouth hung open, not sure what to do with his defiance. Just staring at his unchanging expression, resolve etched into every strong line of his face while your hand fell from it.
“This is for your own good,” he promised, leaning close enough to press a chaste kiss to the top of your forehead. “You’ll see.”
You hadn't seen three months in.
He wouldn't let you leave.
Refused to budge even when you begged with your best set of puppy dog eyes as you asked about how your family was doing, if you'd been declared missing, what was happening back at home.
His jaw would always clench, dark eyes swirling as he cupped your face and told you that you worried too much.
Solemnly swore your parents weren't even looking for their missing princess.
No, apparently, they'd just sent someone who looked enough like you to not arouse suspicion to the prince you were meant to marry.
Suguru dried your tears with kisses, dragging his tongue over the damp spots they left, his honeyed voice reassuring you that no one could replace you to him.
An imposter was out there in your place, pretending to be you, and you were in a tower trying to find the positive in this...monotony.
It wasn't like it was so terrible being trapped here with him.
Homemade meals. No more awful meetings or balls you were forced to attend. Nights spent in the warmth of Suguru's body with no fear of getting caught and condemned for what your heart wanted.
The days drifted by lazily. Napping in your bed. Reading the books he brought you. Painting by the small window.
Pacing your floor when the minutes started to drag, counting how many steps it took to get from one side of the room to the other. You even started to teach yourself how to sew, although you had to practically plead with Suguru to bring you the supplies for them.
The tower itself was cramped. Your room led directly out to a spiraling staircase, with uneven stone steps and a nauseating drop down the middle. The steps widened as you went down, but you'd barely been able to bring yourself to make it further than Suguru's living space below yours.
It was bigger than yours, but more...quaint, you supposed?
Rickety wooden furniture. A thin blanket over his bed. A single table with two chairs for you to eat with him.
He knew you hated heights.
So Suguru usually ended up coming to you instead.
A picnic blanket spread on your floor. Flowers freshly plucked from the forest below. A candle lit like it made this romantic.
And despite your determination to convince him that you could both still return to the palace, or even start a new life in a quiet port town somewhere, you were the one starting to crumble under his coaxing.
What was so great about your old life anyway?
No one could make you do anything up here. For the first time, your life was now yours.
It took you another year to realize your life was actually his.
Well, considering you lost track of time, you could only guess it had been a year. Watching the seasons come and go, leaves falling off the trees and snow capping the branches until the weather warmed again.
There was only so much painting to pass the time you could do before everything became boring.
Staring out the window waiting for something to happen, Suguru's hand on the small of your back while he delicately brushed your hair off your shoulder.
There weren't any scissors for you to trim it with. Not a single sharp item left anywhere within reach. He refused to entertain the idea of chopping some of it off either, insisting on taking care of it himself, toying and twirling the ridiculously long strands down as they cascaded over your worn dress.
It had always been long, but whatever was in the food he'd been feeding you had made it grow far faster here, trailing along the floor wherever you walked. He brushed it out for you, washed it and dried it while he made excuse after excuse not to cut it.
"Let down your hair, princess," Suguru called out from below, and for a brief second, you considered telling him that his joke wasn't funny - even though you suspected after another year or two, it might really be long enough to reach the ground. You stared down at him as he shielded his face from the sun, a hand on your hip as your brows scrunched together.
"Come inside," you shouted, struggling not to frown as you watched him walk out of your line of vision, a basket slung over his shoulder, probably with food from the closest town - not that he'd ever let you see it for yourself.
No, he locked your door when he left.
Kissed your forehead and promised to be back as soon as possible whenever he had errands to run.
It took him nearly fifteen minutes to make it back up to your door, the keys clinking as he unlocked it from the outside, swinging it open with a loud creak as you refused to look back at him.
"How's my beautiful girl?" He murmured as he approached, lips grazing against the shell of your ear while his hands traced your frame.
"I'm getting sick of being up in here," you half-whispered as you confessed what had been plaguing you for weeks, your voice raw from how little you'd been using it lately. "Can't we go to a village? Just for a day? We could wear disguises or-"
"No," he firmly said, pressing a kiss on your collarbone as you let out an annoyed huff.
"Please, Suguru," you whined. "It's been so long-"
"I'm not taking any risks when it comes to you," he scoffed a little, as if you were asking him for something absurd.
"Didn't you say no one was even looking for me?" You tilted your head to the side, pushing out your bottom lip like it would make his impenetrable resolve finally fracture.
"Anyone who saw your hair-"
"So cut it," you stomped your foot, swallowing hard as your lashes fluttered up at him.
"No," he repeated, refusing to budge.
His fingers were already unlacing the back of your dress, making quick work of loosening it while you struggled to come up with an argument that might sway him just for him to spin you around to face him.
Could you somehow convince him to take you on just a single outing?
Was it truly too much? Were you a moron for wanting more than just this?
Your dress was falling by your feet before you could think of anything - and his mouth was on your throat to make sure you wouldn't be able to.
Kiss after kiss pressed against your skin, lips tantalizingly skimming along the tendon until his teeth were grazing over your jaw. His hands making their way over your waist, fingers digging into your sides as he suddenly hoisted you up.
Carrying you back to your bed, careful not to step on your hair as he continued to pepper you with his gentle affection.
"Did I not make it perfect for you here, princess?" He purred, tenderly placing you back down on the soft mattress, making sure to drape your hair off the side. His own was falling in his face as his mouth slowly traveled down the valley of your breasts, across your belly button and pausing just below it to peek up at you. "I try so hard."
He did, didn't he?
Suguru had risked his head just by bringing you here. Did his best to make sure you weren't wanting for anything - that you wouldn't go without the luxuries you'd be lavished in your entire life.
Couldn't you just be happy for him when he was working so hard for you?
"I know," you muttered softly, guilt creeping in while his soft purple eyes bore into you. "I just-"
"Want to throw away everything I've given you for what? You'd rather hang around some peasants than me?" He grumbled, stare narrowing as he pushed your thighs up against your chest, like he had some point to prove.
"No, that's not-" You started again, but then his fingers slipped inside you, two thick digits digging deeper to stretch you out - and shut you up.
"Not what?" He dryly mocked, cocking his head to the side, well aware you would't be able to answer as he shoved his fingers deeper, dragging them against your walls.
"Don't be mean," you hissed at him, chest constricting as your lungs squeezed in time with your cunt. Unable to breathe when his digits felt like they were forcing all the air out with each consecutive thrust.
"It hurts my feelings when you want to leave me," he said, but his condescending tone didn't exactly lend any credence to what he was saying. Still, your heart stalled anyway, mind instinctively working to win him back.
"I don't want to leave you," you argued. "Just here. For a little bit."
"For a little bit," he sarcastically echoed, an anxious pit opening in the bottom of your stomach as you shook your head.
"Suguru," you whined, wiggling your hips as he drove those digits all the way in, working you open with an almost clinical precision.
"What, angel?" He hm-ed, knowing exactly what you wanted - and pretending he didn't.
You knew you should be mad. Put your foot down and demand that he take you out. But when he was looking at you like this, his fingers dimpling your skin and his mouth pampering you, you couldn't bring yourself to do either.
No matter how much you missed the sun. Smelling fresh flowers in your garden. Talking to a stranger instead of someone you knew every damn detail of.
"Come on, Sugu, would it be so bad?" You tried to charm him, but he just clicked his tongue.
"What do I have to do to keep you happy, hm?" He asked, sapping your strength without even trying. Drawing it out with every fast drag of his fingers. "Fuck you until you forget about these silly ideas?"
He pulled his fingers out, mouth pressed in a thin line just for him to tug his pants down enough to free his cock.
It bounced up against his shirt, pre-cum leaving a stain on it before he wrapped his fist around his thick base.
Watching it bob as he got back on top of you, one hand still pressing your thigh down to keep you open as he nudged his fat tip against your entrance.
His chin tilting up as he started pushing in, his jaw flexing as his shoulders tensed, testing his own self-control with each inch he slid inside of you.
You used to think your knight was an expert at restraining himself.
Back when he'd keep a straight face during banquets despite how often you'd pester him about sneaking away. Composed and collected until he finally got to claim you in private.
And now, he'd stolen you.
Turned your dreamy little secret into a reality that had started to stretch towards a forever.
You were still reaching up for him, tangling your fingers in his dark hair while he reached up to softly stroke the top of yours. The weight of him pressing down as he drove his cock in further, making sure to fill you up until he was fucking every thought that wasn't about him out of that pretty head of yours.
"My princess doesn't know what she needs," he murmured, his voice thick with hunger, all dark and dangerous as he dragged you down with him.
"I need you," you whispered, voice cracking when he abruptly bottomed out, his tip smushed against your cervix as your mouth parted in a broken gasp.
You needed him to let you breathe a little. To understand that you couldn't just spend eternity in this little world he crafted for the two of you.
But none of it actually came out.
Just more messy moans, your fingers clawing at the blankets while he just thrusted into you again and again.
The bed whined under your combined weight, your thighs trembling as his hips smacked down into you. His mouth was colliding into yours, sucking on your bottom lip while he wrecked you without hesitation.
Trying to ruin you.
Rip your heart out to have for himself. Hold it hostage too.
"Maybe I should put a baby in here," he grunted when the kiss broke, his breath warm on your cheek as he gritted his teeth. Stare drifting down to your stomach with a determination you knew you should be scared of. "You wouldn't leave our baby, would you?"
He knew exactly what to say to get to you.
Which strings to pull to turn you into his perfect puppet.
No better than a plaything. A doll to be dressed up in his very own dollhouse.
"I-I-" You stammered, but shit, when he was stuffing you so full, you couldn't find enough sanity left to string coherent words together. Left writhing and whimpering as his cock rocked and rutted into all your favorite spots.
"You what? Want one?" He teased, your heart hammering faster at the idea of actually being pregnant.
Carrying his child while you were still confined to this room.
Would he be so overprotective to confine you to the bed next?
"It's okay if you don't know," he cooed, his soft voice pitching lower while the hand on your thighs slipped down so he could have fun with your clit next.
Massing it with intention, drawing rough circles over the sensitive bud while he clicked his tongue at you again.
"That's why I have to take care of you," he continued, pressing down harder, his cock pistoning back in with more force, making sure you didn't even have the air in your lungs to tell him that you didn't need to depend on him.
You loved Suguru.
But the only way he knew how to love you back was to suffocate you. You knew you were his world. He just had to make sure he was yours.
Perhaps you were a fool for thinking that you'd be able to find a way to express that to him. To change a man who already made up his mind.
"I love you," you started, swallowing hard as you tried to gather your focus enough to get the right words out this time, get him to see your side.
But then his lips were connected with yours, barely parting enough to breathe, "I love you too."
His hips slammed against yours harder, his fingers working faster, your stomach tied together in knots as the pressure pushed you to a precipice you knew you'd fall from.
"C'mon, princess, cum for me," he groaned in between kisses, swallowing your moan as your body unravelled for him in a bright burst of pleasure. Stars you sorely missed splotching across your vision as you scrunched your eyes shut, feeling him buried to the hilt as something warm started to fill you up.
Had he-
"I hope it's a girl," he muttered, half-collapsing on top of you. His forehead pressed against yours as he sucked in heavy breaths, his cock still throbbing as his cum leaked out inside you. "Or twins."
"Twins?" You echoed, dazed as you blinked up at him.
"That should keep us busy," he smirked, one corner of his mouth curling up higher than the other as he refused to pull out. Still lodged deep inside you like he wanted to make sure his seed took.
He readjusted you, pulling your legs down so he could lay on top of you fully, his firm chest pressed against your softer one, his calloused fingers caressing your cheek as he looked at you with that lovestruck stare you'd grown accustomed to.
Had it always looked so sly?
Or were you starting to piece together something you missed once the haze of sex started to dissipate?
"I'll always keep you safe."
As your lover? Your knight? Your warden?
You still weren't sure which when you woke up the next morning. The smell of sex and sweat still sticking to your skin as you rubbed your exhausted eyes and rolled over with sticky thighs.
The left side of bed was empty.
Only a warm spot where Suguru was supposed to be. Had he gone to make breakfast? Perhaps decided to spare you of more discussions of raising children in this lonely room?
You pulled the covers up to your chest as you sat up, chewing on the inside of your cheek as you stared at the ghost of your past life in the form of furniture and books you used to enjoy before you read them a hundred times.
A piece of paper was left on the nightstand, a small note you supposed Suguru must've written for you, neat letters informing you that he'd be out for the day and he left meals pre-made for you on a tray outside.
Maybe on a different day, you might've found it sweet.
But an idea sprouted in the back of your head, blooming quickly enough that you were scurrying over to your dresser to find something to throw on, hurrying to get dressed before opening the door to find the tray he mentioned.
Instead of taking a bite, you just brought it inside - and slipped back out.
Bracing yourself for the long walk down, holding your breath as you crept down the stairs, a lump in your throat that seemed to get larger with every step you took.
You refused to look at the bottom.
Slowly making your way, attempting to remind yourself that with each step you took, you were another one closer to a way out.
It wasn't like you wanted to run away.
Not really.
You doubted your family would take kindly to you returning. Especially not if their unwed princess came with the unexpected baggage of a child they'd consider a bastard. With a man of no noble blood or important background.
But you were sure that you'd die if you didn't get some fresh air soon, wither and rot up there in your single-windowed cell.
The end came into sight - the last stair just a few feet away, your feet scampering down as your excitement started to bubble over, your head snapping up to the-
Door?
There was nothing there.
Just stone walls with no way in or out.
Was it magic? Some seal on the outside that stopped anyone else from intruding on something they shouldn't?
You were simply stuck.
And you sincerely doubted any prince would be coming to save you.
a/n: feel kinda meh about how this one turned out but hope you guys enjoyed anyway <3 reblogs + comments always appreciated
