Ęâ âč đ SINK INTO ME WHEN YOU CALL MY NAME .á Ę
àŒïž summary. sukuna had a plan, you were the only key to something larger, something beyond you. he needed you. scheming to capture you, and claim you. however, the more he observed you, the more he was intrigued to keep you, until death, maybe.
àŒïž pairing(s). trueform!sukuna x reader
àŒïž content. unprotected, missionary, overstimulation, MDNI, breeding, full nelson, heian period, dubcon, trueform, degradation, creaming, agoraphilia, biting, oral (f. receiving), creampie, squirting, groping
àŒïž a/n. WWWW happy kinktober sorry i havent been posting i was busy with classes but enjoy.. rubs hands together
You remained blissfully detached from your surroundings, untouched by the troubles that might have otherwise stirred concern. All that truly mattered was the warmth of your bed and the quiet assurance that your private bath had been prepared for the evening.
You led a life of unparalleled ease, the sole daughter of one of the eraâs most noble, affluent, and influential families. To be indulged and adored was among your greatest pleasures, an experience as natural to you as breathing. So deeply sheltered by your fatherâs will, the second most powerful sorcerer during this time, only a few citizens have ever laid eyes upon you, your existence whispered more as a legendâas a tale.
This only stirred greater curiosity, a yearning. A desire not for you alone, but for what union with you might grant: power, riches. Yet, untouched by the intrigues of war and blind to the art of strategy, such notions have never dared to concern you, painfully oblivious.
Nightfall gradually claimed the horizon as you drew in the evening air, while above, the stars began to unfurl, blossoming among the darkening sky. The chill in the air brushed against your skin, a welcome relief from the stifling warmth trapped beneath the folds of your layered traditional attire.
You drank in the quiet beauty that surrounded you, your fingers skimming lightly across the surface of the waters that bordered the estate. In that moment, it seemed impossible to imagine a life beyond this serenity.
As though nothing could ever steal this peace from your graspâuntil, in the briefest of moments, the first quiet threads began to fray, foretelling an unraveling to come.
It felt as though time had turned abruptly against you, a sudden awareness stirring, your scheduled bath approaching. Rising from your knees, you gazed into the mirrored surface of the water, rippling. Your reflection betraying a quiet unrest etched along your features.
You could not name the source of this unease; something felt amiss. You wondered if some quiet illness had taken hold of you; why else would this linger?
And yet, though nothing seemed gravely different, a subtle sense of wrongness clung to you.
Before you could comprehend it, the sound of shuffling echoed through the vast chambers of your home, one footfall multiplying into a thousand, like a murmuring tide rising within the darkness.
Fingers clutched the fabric of your kimono shut, and in that fleeting instant, a jolt of panic gripped you, your head snapping back toward the disturbance with breathless urgency. The darkness was too profound to reveal even the faintest motion, with the stars above offering little more than a silent, indifferent glow.
Gathering the length of your trailing skirts, you hurried across the wooden bridges. The chill of the bare floor seeped into your feet with each hurried step. Desperation clung to you as you searched for any sign of your attendants, your father, anyone.
The multitude of footsteps drew nearer with every passing moment, yet one stood out among them allâmeasured in pace, unwavering in its advances, and unrelenting.
Your heart quickened its rhythm, brows drawing together in tension as you approached the front doors. Your fingers found the narrow groove of the sliding panels, curling tightly within it, poised urgently.
It all unfolded within mere milliseconds, though time itself seemed to slow, each movement suspended in fragile stillness. You had only just begun to slide the doors open halfway when a hand gently clasped your wristâheartbeat thundered in your ears, counting each of them.
Your gaze snapped to the left, head following in a swift turn as you took in the scene unfolding before you.
A disciplined yet shadowy mass, an army began to flood the background, their formation structured. As your vision sharpened, the once-blurred figure before you came into focus, eyes the hue of wild berries locked onto yours, while slender, pallid hands held you firmly in place.
Short-cropped hair, pale as moonlight, was marked by a single streak of plum that swept along its edge. Your gaze lingered as their lips slowly parted, the moment hanging delicately between breaths.
âYou must accompany me. Your presence is expected.â
A voice, smooth as silkâtinged like rose, enchanting your ear, its comfort oddly distorted. Confusion darkened your visage as your pulse quickened; a thousand thoughts surged within you, each clamoring for a course of action, of what to think, what to do.
Your wrists twisted instinctively in an effort to break free, fear of the unseen tightening its grip upon you. The raiders pressed onward, flooding past the doors that had once offered you a fleeting escape. Your voice, edged with hoarseness and a subtle tremor, reached out in defiance. An attempt to masquerade your fear beneath an illusion of composure.
âLet go of me.â You resisted once more, but the attempt only provoked a response: tightening of the grip, gradualâbit by bit. Each moment drawing it more firmly around you.
His features contorted, the veneer of composure steadily eroding as irritation began to take hold, growing more evident with every second.
âCome with me. If not, I will ensure you have no choice.â
A tight swallow lodged in your throat, pivoted, nerves taut, and fell into his wake with leaden steps, refusing even a backward glance as if he possessed eyes at the nape of his neck.
You cast one final glance over your shoulder at the familiar comforts slipping from your grasp. The warmth of your chambers, the serenity of your last expected bath, all fading into memory as your home was slowly overtaken, piece by piece.
The sharp clack of your getaâs striking the wooden bridges echoed through the expanse of the grand entranceway, the sound carrying until it met the horizons. Just beyond the threshold, silent warriors stood in waiting.
An ox-drawn cart stood in quiet readiness for the two of you, its presence catching you slightly off guard. Such conveyances were reserved for the highest ranks of nobilityârare, as was the household or government that possessed both cart and stock. Who, then, had summoned you with this kind of privilege?
It stirred a fury that gnawed at you, being taken from your home without warning, torn from the very world in which you had found solace. A subtle tension rose in your jaw, the muscles tightening as you suppressed the mounting resentment.
The servants raised the veil as you stepped forward, bowing your head slightly to avoid striking the low ceiling upon entry. For but a singular moment, your thoughts turned, calculating how you might slip free from such a carefully woven scheme.
It was only moments later that a sudden pressure struck the side of your neck, swift and without warning. Your body surrendered at once, going limp as your eyelids fell shut, unconsciousness claiming you before the pain of the floor could even be felt.
A creeping numbness paralyzed your body.
The lingering warmth dissolved into encroaching cold, and a delicate breeze settled, whispering against your skin.
A faint light stirred and flickered within the darkness, gradually swelling into greater prominence.
Control slowly returned to your limbs, as your heartbeat settled into a steady rhythm once more.
Breath stirred within your chest, rising and falling in slow rhythm, while a twitch of expression passed across your face, a groan slipping forth as you emerged from the depths of sleep.
The wooden floorboards creaked beneath unseen weight, while the soft shuffle of footsteps and hushed whispers drifted like ghosts through the halls.
It felt as though an unseen hand clenched your heart, wrenching you upright from the silk-covered mats sat on the floor, where candles burned in silent vigil throughout the room.
As your gaze fell downward, you came to realize that your kimono had been stripped of its outer layers, and your traditional footwear was nowhere to be seen.
A hollow formed in your cheek as subtle displeasure surfaced. Your attire, once adorned in your most beloved grasp, had been stolen from you, in your favorite color.
Footsteps began to draw near, as though time itself conspired to cut short your lingering thoughts. As if summoned by some unseen force, the moment you stirred, their approach sent a tremor through you.
You steadied yourself, fingers curling tightly into the mats beneath you, while one arm crossed defensively over your chest, a guarded gesture mirrored by the stern yet anxious cast of your current facial expression.
Pale, slender fingers crept through the parting doors, easing them open in silence. Framed in the dim light stood the man who had once led you here.
Your brows knit with displeasure as your gaze met his; those striking sangria-hued eyes fixed upon you with a piercing glare.
âRise. He dislikes to be kept waiting.â
His face remained void of expression, utterly unmoved, eyes tracking your every motion with an intensity, as though anticipating the slightest act of defiance.
This time, you hadnât even dared to try. The last attemptâwell, you already recalled the outcome.
With a quiet huff, you rose slowly from the cushions, the bare sole of your foot meeting the cold floorboards as you moved to follow after him.
The halls lay shrouded in darkness, illuminated only by the faint glow of the candle the servant carried, a meager light obscured further by the breadth of his shoulders, offering you little guidance as you trudged behind.
Soon, a faint glow spilled from one room among the many, its light bleeding into the corridor. A low vibration coursed through the floorboards, subtle yet powerful enough to stir a quiver deep within your chest.
A trembling breath filled your lungs as your eyes dropped to the flowing hems of your robe. You bit down gently on the inside of your lip, desperate to hold back the swell of anxiety clawing at your throat.
Before you had gathered the resolve to face whatever awaited beyond, a hand pressed gently against your lower back, urging you forward, causing you to stumble slightly as you crossed into the private chamber.
You found yourself standing before a towering entityâno mere man, but a being beyond comprehension. Unlike anything you had ever witnessed, it exuded a presence that rooted you in place. Four eyes turned upon you in unison, each one gliding over your face and form with unnerving precision, until, at lastâthey fixed upon you, still. You could do nothing but endure its gaze.
A woman was entwined at his side, her presence quiet for now. Silken strands of jet-black hair cascaded down her form, framing a face marked by delicately rounded brows, nearly nude.
Her expression stiffened.
âWho might this be? Why is she here?â
Her head lifted from the cradle of one of his many powerful arms, her gaze locking onto yours with a sharp intensity. Eyes like blades, she pierced into you, and you met that ferocity in kind, refusing to so much as glance toward the space at her side.
Already agitated by the disruption of your peace, you stood on the edge of restraint, one more slight, one final featherâs weight, and you were ready to unleash everything onto whoever dared cross the line.
Effortlessly, his voice resonatedâlow, deep, and drenched with a careless authority that filled the space.
A large hand motioned, and he bade her leave while his glowing hues remained fixed unwaveringly upon you.
She scoffed, raising herself, trampling along the perimeter of the room.
âSee that she is gone, or I will handle her myself.â
Her hair, long and silken, trailed behind her, whispering against the doorframes until the doors fell shut with a dull, resonant thud.
Your throat constricted, breath catching as uncertainty possessed your limbs. Hands devoid of purpose. You lowered your head, not in submission, but in defiance, refusing to meet his gaze. Fingers curled tightly around the hem of your robes.
From the center of the room came a subtle shift, and without advancing a single step, a shadow unfurled itself over your figure like an overbearing tide.
âHas no one taught you itâs disrespectful to avoid meeting my eyes, woman?â
Just like that, your eyes met his, swiftly, unflinchingly. The irritation that stirred within you mirrored his own, though where your gaze burned, his twisted into a dark, unfathomable smile.
âSuppose no one has taught you anything at all.â
You had caught his attention, your rebellion met not with anger, but with a quiet, amused interest. Yet even that intrigue had its limits and it would not be long before he chose to silence you himself if you continued to press the right buttons.
Sukuna inclined forward, adjusting his stance to observe your every movement with careful attention before settling back down to his previous posture, managing to chuckle through breaths.
He issued the command with effortless authority, his head tilted, resting against one clenched fist, while the remaining three arms lay idle at his side at display.
Your gaze lingered on his stern expression, only to find yourself unexpectedly captivated by his presence, there was something strangely enchanting in the severity of his features. Yet, despite this reluctant fascination, the manner in which his words were delivered caused you to respond much differently than he would usually expect.
âI donât know who you think you are, but.â
Your voice rose before being abruptly cut as an arm shot out, compelling you forward until you were forced to kneel before him; you cried out involuntarily as your knees met the stacked mats.
Your hands instinctively grasped Sukunaâs ink-marked forearms in search of balance. The subtle shift of his haori did not go unnoticed; soon after, you felt multiple touches, as unseen hands reached for you from every angle to hold you in place.
A subtle warmth crept to the tips of your ears, rendering you momentarily speechless. Fabric hung from your shoulders, threatening to fall, as you slowly lifted your gaze to meet his, only to find him watching you with pondering eyes, wondering, greed of a predator studying its prey.
A large right hand came to rest beneath your chin, fingers curling along the line of your jaw, so broad they extended beyond it with ease. With control, he tilted your head, his gaze sweeping over your features in scrutiny. Then, with a subtle tug, he drew it back ever so slightly, as though to better take in the shape of your body beneath him.
A deep flush bloomed across your cheeks as your gaze lingered on his sculpted features, only now grasping the full extent of his allure. The realization sparked something darker, stroking a sick need in you.
âPerfect. Now, all thatâs left for you to do is,â
His words faded into silence, dissolving into the air between you. Two of his hands withdrew from your body, while the remaining pair held firm, anchoring you in place. One hand moved with grace, tugging away the outer layer of his garments, drawing them from the breadth of his vast shoulders.
âCarry my blood into this world.â
With that subtle motion, his coal-dark haori slipped from his shoulders, cascading soundlessly to the floor behind him. A flicker of instinct glinted in his eyes as he ran his tongue slowly over his lips, fixed onto you. A grip drew you in by the small of your back, the strength of his grip unraveling the folds of your robe.
It was unlike him to savor a moment so intimately. Yet he found himself consumed by the way the dim glow of the oil lamps bathed your skin complexion in warm light. The fabric of your robe clung precariously, its colors deepened by the shadows, threatening to slip away entirely. The sight aroused something unhinged in him.
You hadnât even drawn your next breath before he had you beneath him, pressing you into the sheets.
The sole action undid whatever was left of your garment, your tits freeing from the fabricsâfrosted air brushing along your skin.
Sukuna released a low, lustful growl, thick with aggressivity, his presence consuming as all four of his hands closed in around you, leaving no part of you untouched, no room to pry from him.
âW-Wait.â Your breath hitched, sharp and fragile, as your hips lifted in a faint, instinctive response. You turned your head away, the closeness being too much to bear, one arm slipping over your face in a futile attempt to hide the heat blooming beneath your skin, saving yourself from the embarrassment.
His hand, broad, weathered, and coarse to the touch, reached for your chest with a slow, needy urge, the weight of his touch promised long before it landed. Groping the fat of your tit casually while another hand followed, closing the distance toward its counterpart with another squeeze.
âYou expect me to wait when you show yourself to me like this?â
You could sense the low rumble of restrained amusement in him, a chuckle held in his breath. He shifted his weight with intent, his wide, sculpted form settling fully over yours, caging you completely.
He drew the fabric away in full, casting it aside with carelessnessâleaving your skin unveiled, bare. Studying your form already writhing underneath him, tits slightly perked upwards, pussy slowly dripping in slick. His thumbs pressed into the softness of your body, sinking in with a slow, reverent pressure, as though remembering every curve to memory.
Even so, a part of him remained withheld, his true strength coiled, a full force he usually would unleash in battle. The same power he dialed down by millions of notches, his violence being held by a leash.
âI donât know who you are to be,â
A fragile whimper caught in your throat, just before you felt the curve of a grin press against your cunt, a tongue, tracing along the surface of your puffy lips, each motion slick with anticipation, eating you with one languid sweep.
Your fingers tightened around the forearm beside you, steadying yourself as your hands slowly fell away from your face, revealing eyes that met the stark weight of reality settling in.
Your hips were hiked upward, drawn instinctively to meet the solid plane of his torso, his hand guided you, aligning you over the wide, ominous mouth etched into his skin.
âDoes that matter when youâre trembling like this? So desperately.â
Sukunaâs laughter stirred in the silence, dark and low, as his hand wrapped firmly around your throat, guiding your face upward. Your eyes met one of his many garnet orbs glowing, unblinking, and frighteningly close.
He thrusted his lower body forward, sharply. Your spine curved with tension, palms splayed across his broad chest, dwarfed by the sheer scale of him over your fingers.
You trembled upward, your tits rippling with a delicate softness that caught his gaze at once, compelling enough to still him, only for a breath before his fingers returned to the edges of his pants, ready to strip it further under.
A sudden, heavy weight slapped against your mound with an astounding force, sending a sharp jolt through your body.
You couldnât bring yourself to look down even if you had tried, bounded where you were, being forced to be drawn to his eyes.
âYou are made for this, arenât you?â Sukuna released a deep purr as his palms came to settle against the tenderness of your inner thighs.
A second hand followed, parting your pussy lips, a finger gliding before settling his large, swollen tip in between you.
You held your breath, features tightening in anticipation, already flinching before his cock had even begun taking space in your tight cunt.
âHah. You already appear this pathetic? I havenât done a thing yet.â
His third hand settled just above your hips, thrusting forward inch by inch unhurriedly. His eyes glowed with a growing light, narrowing in intrigue, as your expression twisted, a soft whine escaping you, and he watched.
The way his swollen cock grew gradually, stretching, molding your greedy cunt that received him whole, eagerly.
You pleaded, color surging beneath your skin, and from your lips slipped a high-pitched whimper, loud, involuntary, that was near impossible to manage.
Your gaze dropped instinctively, drawn downward toward the ache blooming in your walls. Being speared and worn open like his own personal sheath for his cock, each inch followed the last, completely warming up within your gummed walls, gripping him to the very last centimeter.
âHng. Is that all the excitement you have got? Already salivating to devour me, woman?â
Sukuna emitted a low, restrained grunt, drawing his hips back, shaft already coated in thick slick, finding yourself taken aback by the intensity of how excited you were.
A wet, soaked squelch echoed throughout his chambers, breaking the silence like a wound being torn open, fully pressing his skin onto you. Your spine curving in angles you werenât even knew you were able to achieve.
Slick splaying all around your puffy, cushioned pussy lips, sharing the residue along Sukunaâs pelvis with every instance he pounded your hole out that only belonged to him.
He began to move, each motion drawn out in slow, tormenting pulls before ruining your little cunt with a ferocity, slamming his thick cock back into you once more, filling you completely full.
There was no haste with him, he fucked slow, steady, unraveling you every time he curved into you, shaping you to be made for him
âDo you hear that?â He let out a rare, sincere laugh, captivated by the subtle parting of your lips from the overwhelming sensation, your pussy eating and eating him each time he reentered you, liquid sloshing onto him was music to his ears.
Cream developing along the base of his cock, cascading down to his massive, tender balls that struck your swollen cunt over, and over again.
âHow shameless. How easy it is to break you, like my common whore.â
A wicked smile played upon his lips, crimson eyes aglow beneath the flicker of candlelight. With ease, his hand drew you into him, drawing you firmly against his chest with the effortless strength of a single arm, sculpted hips bucking into you in piercing motions.
âMmm, mmm. Sâtoo much, p-please.â Glass-like eyes met his, your breath unraveling in uneven pulls, he himself had taken hold of your lungs, cock firmly wedged within your plush walls, narrowing tighter and tighter each time he had abused your insides.
âToo much, yet look how well youâre handling me, little thing. Let them see how well you are made for me, hm?â
His voice resonated with a deep, velvet rumble from his throat. All four arms cradling you, guiding you gently until you were seated above him like his cherished doll, turned to face the doorway.
âWa-Wait a second, n-no!â
Sukuna silenced you before your words could escape, with carved, veined arm he pushed your legs back firmly, as far as you were able to manage. Your muscles burning, plush thighs being coiling as he set them.
Offering a spectacle, how his cock pulsed and throb in your slobbering hole, lying bare to witness how you wrapped around him so well.
âWhatâs the matter?â
His voice dripped with a false tenderness, additional pair of hands groping and fondling your delicate tits, pressing his hips upward causing you to bounce, intertwining in rhythms. The breasts he cupped falling back down into his palms.
You wept, though shame shadowed the feeling, even the word fell painfully short of describing its true magnitude. How good you felt, your pussy drooling, sucking every single inch it allowed.
âThatâs it. Just like that.â
His voice fell to a whisper, immersed in the pleasure of tearing you apart, squeezing him so amazingly, driving him to the edge.
A quiet exhale slipped past his parted lips as his large canines pressed into your skin. Enormous tongue gliding along the crevice of your neck, savoring each succulent second of breeding you your cute, needy cunt.
A strained whimper escaped youârising into a soft, startled cry as footsteps approached. In the haze of the moment, you hadnât noticed. Too busy on being fucked out your mind, Sukuna gliding into you then drawing back over and over, creating and overlapping consistent cream adhering to his thighs, balls, and engorged cock.
Your body accepted every motion, each one drawing you deeper into haze, until the doors slipped open, and she appeared, the same girl, unmistakable in the dim lighting that was flickering.
âShe better to be out of here! Or thereâs going to be..â
Her words faded into silence as her expression contorted into utter horror, her mouth falling open in disbelief.
The way his cock continued to ram into your swollen fucking cunt. Tits being fondled, mouths forming onto his palms, suckling your nipples simultaneously.
His eyes radiated, blood-maroon hues, exchanging a chilling, murderous glance.
Sukuna remained indifferent, he had derived profound satisfaction from making your clit swell, your walls clamping along him, your whines and cries enchanting him. A silent onlooker, envying the manner in which he had you, being split open.
Your orbs flew open, no attempt could mask your flustered, fucked out stateâthe rouge creeping across your skin laid you exposed. You cast your gaze downward in a futile effort to erase the moment, yet the gesture only magnified the humiliation, observing your cunt being mauled by his mean, mean cock, realizing the mess you created.
She let out a savage growl, color searing her cheeks; with an anguished cry of anger. She stepped forward, the air around her seeping with immediate violence.
Her words were abruptly silenced by the sharp, echoing crack of flesh meeting flesh. Your moans and whimpers you attempted to restraint bursted out immediately.
A hand adorned with large, black-lacquered nails clamped around your face, tilting it with prolonged forceâcompelling you to meet her gaze, to witness every flicker of emotion she wore.
Noticing the tears that began to well in your eyes while Sukuna mercilessly wrecked your insides, cock massaging every intricate fold and crevice within you, his gaze remained unwavered upon her, his expression frozen.
âI- âm going to- I canât handle it, please.â
Your breathing became erratic, disrupted, while your body writhed helplessly in the embrace of his large, imposing arms keeping you still.
Guttural shrieks and moans fled from your lips, your asshole puckered as your swollen hole offered one last, tight clasp around his cock. Thighs quivering as your cunt spurted copious amounts of liquid, settling upon the floor, with beads descending onto his thighs, scrunched balls and mats.
Sukuna emitted a loud groan, nearly incapable of sliding into you, concerned of the force you compressed around him. The tip of his cock being struck with your squirt, decorating you both and the area around, his balls scrunching and pulsing within each delivery of his cum that spurted into you.
Without a delay, he oozed his thick seed into you, in overwhelming amounts, filling up completely without further waste.
Voice emerging a deep growl, thrusting himself in and out of you, ensuring you took each and every last drop of his seed that he fed your womb.
Your beautiful, weary body fell slack, his grip softening just enough for your head to lower into the shelter of his arms, you charmed him.
Beads of sweat traced slow paths down your bodies, as a dark, wicked smile curled upon his lips.