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HIS PRETTIEST PEACH!

the only thing softer and sweeter than you is…sukuna?

synopsis: being captured by the king of the koopas would be horrible — if he didn’t have such a big dick. when you see the opportunity to save yourself from his clutches and claws, will you take it? or be his bride? (follow up to this!)

pairing: bowser!sukuna x princess peach!reader

wc: 5.2k

content: MDNI, smut!!, porn with plot, technically kidnapping but reader doesn’t really mind, yandere!sukuna, oral sex (f! receiving) unprotected piv sex, mating press, pulling out, manhandling, restraints, biting, they’re both freaks for each other, teasing, mocking, mario!gojo slander, bratty reader and brattier sukuna, dual pov

art cred: @numbuh666

“Don’t you think this is a little overkill?”

What, since when were ropes and restraints frowned upon in a relationship?

Couldn’t you just see it as another form of foreplay?

“No?” He grunted, heavy footsteps echoing across the floor as he studied the ties binding you to his bed.

His pretty princess sprawled out in his sheets, your once perfect pink dress wrinkled and ruffled from all your squirming. The mushroom kingdom might miss you, but they didn’t appreciate you anyway.

Didn’t adore you enough to memorize every tiny detail of your routine and make sure no one like him would be able to snatch you straight from underneath your weak guard’s noses.

What else was he supposed to do when you let a couple lousy plumbers hang around your castle?

“Just take some of them off. It’s uncomfortable,” you complained, pushing out your bottom lip in a pretty pout, chest heaving against the ribbons wrapped around them, bows his claws clumsily tied earlier to make you look like a present he wanted to save for later. “Please?”

That was Sukuna’s problem.

How the hell was he supposed to say no to you?

His own mouth twitched down, eyes narrowing as he exhaled hard.

There were meetings he meant to attend tonight. Plans to be made to make sure no one from your old life would show up to cause problems for your current one.

All derailed just because he couldn’t resist the way you batted your lashes at him.

He walked over to your bedside, feeling even more like a beast with his lumbering steps before he bent over to examine the ties keeping you here.

“Can’t you just wait an hour?” He gruffly asked, dragging a claw over your stomach, itching to sink it in just enough to tear your clothes clean off.

“It will take you two to come back,” you quickly retorted, tilting your head to the side – as if you held the power here instead of him.

You were supposed to be his hostage. A prisoner he pined for.

But the second you even hinted that perhaps you wouldn’t mind being his lover, whatever shred of his sanity he’d retained had unravelled at the first taste of your body.

It wasn’t enough that you would be his bride soon.

And even up in his air ship, where no one should be able to reach you, there was the discomforting fear someone might steal you from him the way he saved you before.

“You could take me with you,” you hummed, giving him your best set of pleading eyes as he felt the once shriveled organ he called a heart squeeze at how sincere you looked.

“I-”

“Shouldn’t I be there anyway if it’s about our wedding?” You insisted, and despite his reservations, the only thing he was weak to was you.

So he dragged his finger over the ribbon, slicing through it and the thick fabric easily as he cleanly cut each and every restraint keeping you tied to his bed.

You had requested your own chambers when he first abducted brought you here, but these days, you rarely even stepped foot in them when you’d taken to staying up sleeping in his sheets. He liked your little scowl when you peeled off the now torn dress from your body, getting out of bed and rubbing your wrists with a haughty huff befitting your status.

His future queen.

“Happy?” He grumbled, shoulders rolling back as his greedy eyes dragged over the shape of your breasts, mouth watering enough he had to swallow his own spit.

“No,” you sharply scoffed, striding over to your now-shared closet as you swiped through the selection of outfits he had made for you. “That was my last pink dress from home.”

“I think these suit you much better,” he dryly replied, having to keep himself from snarling at your disdain for the clothes he’d chosen. So what if they showed a little more skin? “But if you wish, I’ll kidnap your dressmaker.”

“Can’t you just hire him?” You asked, giving him that look, like he was somehow testing your patience.

Personally, he found that most prisoners, or well, workers only did their best after some time in the dungeon.

But he didn’t mind bickering with you about it.

Not when it made him almost feel like you were already married.

“I guess,” he begrudgingly grunted, making a mental note to send a koopa down to find him tomorrow for you.

Watching you get dressed was nearly as intoxicating as seeing you strip, studying the lines of your body, the way you moved your limbs as you squeezed into the tight outfit he was absolutely correct in assuming would look fantastic on you. Eyes glazing over as he committed and etched the image of you in his head, content to capture you like this in a painting later, frame it and hang it up in his private study as a new permanent fixture.

Sukuna was not accustomed to compliments.

But he found himself awkwardly clearing his throat, reaching out for you right as you glanced over your shoulder at him.

“My bride is beautiful,” he muttered, his voice coming out all low and gravelly as heat creeped up his neck and threatened to color his cheeks in an obvious blush.

Forcing himself to look back at the barred windows, biting the inside of his mouth until it drew blood. The thick taste of iron on his tongue as a delicate digit tapped his much larger hand.

“Thank you,” you softly said, tempering your tone as you laced your fingers through his. “Shall we go?”

He wasn’t stupid enough to assume you truly loved him back. Not the way he loved you, at least.

Knew damn well that this could just be some attempt to get his guard lowered enough for you to escape.

You might just want to know what their plans were. Where he’d send his troops of koopas to claim the land that used to be yours. Figure out any weak points.

It didn’t matter.

He wasn’t going to give you the chance to take advantage of it. No matter how much he might loosen your leash.

Still, the walk through the air ship was rather peaceful.

The warmth of your palm pressed against his, your skin brushing against his, those quick glances you’d steal up at him when his shell bumped into you.

The koopas were already waiting for him there, crowded around the table and chattering before they all froze at the creak of the door swinging open.

Turning to bow down before him, his ego inflating at their easy obedience while he caught a glimpse of you rolling your eyes to his right.

“Oh no,” he deadpanned. “It appears there aren’t enough chairs.”

It would be easy to have a koopa scramble to fetch one for you. But just lazily walked over to his throne and sat back in it, spreading and patting his thighs while you stared at him with an adorable attempt at a stern expression.

He could picture you presiding over meetings like this back in your own Kingdom, addressing those morons in your dominion as if they even deserved to speak to you at all.

And now here you were, climbing on his lap in a tiny outfit, looking more like a concubine than a dignified princess.

“You did this on purpose,” you muttered, not that you actually seemed mad. More like you were pretending to be – acting out a role you knew you were supposed to fill.

“How?” He dryly mocked. “I didn’t know you were coming.”

Well, sure, perhaps part of him suspected you’d protest being all tied up and ask to tag along. But the chairs were just a coincidence.

You shuffled on his lap, trying to get comfortable like he couldn’t feel the way you were quivering already.

That was the part you were horrible at hiding. Because despite that sweet mask you liked to wear of a proper lady, you couldn’t disguise your attraction to him, couldn’t pretend to be distinguished when he’d seen how much you craved his cock every night. Derived a certain degree of pleasure in him ruling over you instead of the other way around.

“You’re cruel,” you half-whispered, as if he somehow humiliated you when he could smell how horny you were.

You were cute when you were trying to be strong.

What would that plumber of yours think of you on his lap like this?

He supposed he’d take care of that business after the wedding. Once he had bound you to him for good.

“Lord Sukuna, we received a report from the koopas stationed-”

He waved it away, shaking his head before he could even finish.

“We’re discussing the wedding tonight,” he interrupted, running a calloused palm across your waist, feeling the way you shivered at his touch. “Since my bride is here.”

It would all belong to him soon enough anyway.

Your heart. Your home.

He’d conquer it all.

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You hadn’t meant to fall for him.

He was meant to be the monster in the tale.

The scary villain that needed to be slain.

A beast you were supposed to hate by the end of the story.

You’d grown up with plenty of fairytales. Romances spun about princesses who were saved by brave knights and lived happily ever after.

You had always thought you would marry a guy who wields a sword instead of spewing fire, someone steadfast and pure hearted.

Sukuna was stubborn. Strange. Hot-headed with that horrible temper of his, with claws that looked made for slashing rather than clumsily clutching the stems to bouquets you could hardly believe he picked for you.

You stared at his sleeping figure. The tattoos inked against his tanned skin as his chest slowly rose and fell.

His mouth parted, the low roar of his snore starting up as you untangled yourself from his heavy limbs.

The meeting had run far longer than either of you had anticipated, heavy eyelids drooping from exhaustion with you still on his lap. And even when it ended, he just yawned and threw you over his shoulder, carrying you back to your room with one hand while the other rubbed his exhausted eyes.

He didn’t even try to fuck you. To your disappointment.

Just plopped you down in bed and joined you there, strong arms wrapping around you before he promptly passed out.

But no matter how many sheep you counted in your head, or how hard you shut your own eyes, you couldn’t bring yourself to fall asleep.

Your brain was buzzing, hyperaware of his touch, of his breath, a big ball of tension coiling tight in your core as you tried to ignore the familiar ache between your thighs.

For a guy who kinda kidnapped you, the least he could do was have a smaller dick so you didn’t have to think about how good it felt to be fucked full of him constantly.

You bit the inside of your cheek, shuffling off the bed slowly, stare still trained on him as you avoided waking him up.

Usually though, once he was out, he wouldn’t stir until the sun was slipping through the cracks in the porthole he called a window.

Now, there were only a handful of candles lit to illuminate the dark, your engagement ring glittering in the low light. It was big, and well, a bit gaudy, a ridiculously large pink sapphire glinting in the middle surrounded by small diamonds embedded into a gold band.

Something that screamed you were taken from a mile away.

He’d gotten down on one knee, the spiky shell on his back seeming even bulkier when he was all bent down like that, popping open a velvet box to propose to you like you were a normal couple.

A year ago, you would have scoffed at the idea of him bowing to anyone. Laughed that someone might say yes to him.

But your own affirmation had come a bit too easily for even you to conceal your own crush.

Could you call it that?

Shrink your feelings down to something more comfortable to swallow?

He rolled over, and you froze, throat constricting as you waited for his body to realize you weren’t there and wake him up.

Instead, he grabbed the pillow, squeezing it tight as his nostrils twitched. Sniffing the scent of you left there before he let out a soft sigh and settled back into dreamland.

When you watched him like this, all peaceful and pleased, you could almost trick yourself into thinking that this could last forever.

But your feet were creeping closer to the door, heart thumping rapidly as you tried to quell your troubled mind with reassurances that you wouldn’t get caught.

This could be the only opportunity you ever got. Your only chance to just leave.

Your parasol had just been lazily stashed in a storage closet by one of the koopas, so it wouldn’t even be hard to snag it and slip off the ship.

All you’d really have to do is find the courage to jump and float down.

Of course, you’d need to hope that you weren’t drifting over anything dangerous.

But considering you were sharing close quarters with someone as feared as him, who had enough strength to probably split your former plumber in two, you supposed whatever was below couldn’t be much scarier than what you’d be leaving behind.

Were you scared though?

Truly?

Did his pointy teeth hold any terror anymore? When was the last time those sharp claws of his inspired even a sliver of apprehension?

You had started to see them differently. Him differently.

Anticipating the next time he’d sink his mouth on your skin and leave love bites. Fantasize about him scraping his claws down your back. Intoxicated by the weight of the restraints he liked to tie you down with.

Was it fucked up to be horny instead of frightened?

Yes, but that wasn’t exactly something you wanted to unravel while you were tiptoeing across dim hallways thinking about the logistics of an escape plan. Where would you even run to?

Find some tropical island to take shelter in and hope none of the ape-ish men there would make things worse?

You couldn’t just abandon the mushroom kingdom either.

Leave the land you’d sworn to protect behind for him to seize in your absence.

If you stayed, you could still rule over them. Ensure their safety – and your own.

Although, you were sure it was only a matter of time before a certain someone attempted to take you back.

Gojo seemed to think simply saving you was enough.

He was always busy with Suguru or racing karts or doing other stupid shit that made you feel more like a second thought than a lover who was special to him.

Sacred.

You wanted to be worshipped.

Not strung along or simply sucking it up to see how long you could suffer.

You were a princess after all.

What purpose did you have if you weren’t born to be revered?

Perhaps that was why when you opened the door you stopped in front of, the first thing you saw wasn’t your parasol staring back at you – but your own face.

A hundred of them.

Canvasses of different sizes, some hung up on the walls and others lined up against each other, one still on the easel in the center of the room as you stepped on the crinkly plastic tarp laid out and covered in paint splatters on the floor.

Who said a villain couldn’t have hobbies?

You hesitated as you gazed at his latest portrait of you, the soft strokes, the delicate touches that seemed incapable of coming from his massive hands. Each one was deliberate. This painting captured you in a candid moment, your head turned to the side as you leaned over the edge of the ship, the sky behind you and the sun on your face. Some of the others featured a…more flattering version of him next to you.

Ones that made him look more regal.

More like a man instead of a monster by your side.

Gojo would have scoffed.

Said it was cheesy or stupid or came up with some other cheap insult to diminish his work.

But it made your heart stutter.

Slam faster into your ribcage the longer you stared at yourself.

This was how he saw you.

And it was how you wanted to be seen.

You could blame it on reason.

Say you had a responsibility or you were just doing what was rational.

But you simply didn’t want to run away.

Would it truly be so horrible to marry him? To be his wife and rule two kingdoms instead of one?

Maybe give him a Sukuna Jr.?

A loud bang exploded in the distance.

The sound of wood splintering and faint crashes that seemed to get closer by the second.

Oh well.

It seemed your groom-to-be had woken up.

You didn’t budge though.

Just folded your arms across your chest as a chill ran down your spine and waited for him to find you – even as his gruff voice barked orders for his koopas to start sweeping over the ship for any sign of you. It didn’t take him too long to find you, the door thrown open so fast it hit the wall behind it and made an awful noise. You stilled, only throwing him a bored look over your shoulder.

“You’re making a racket,” you commented, pretending to be casual as you returned your attention to your own portrait.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” He demanded to know, stomping over and grabbing your wrist to spin you around. It was hard to hide the hint of a smirk your lips attempted to curl up into, but you managed, fixing him in your most unamused stare. “You’re trying to fuckin’ run away, aren’t you?”

You didn’t know whether to deny it or offer the admission that you at least changed your mind.

The feral scowl etched into all his rough features was pretty hot.

“I’m admiring your art,” you murmured softly, wondering how difficult it would be to make him melt for you.

“Liar,” he accused, thick brows pinched together tightly. “You left me.”

“How could I leave you if I’m right here?” You pointed out, tilting your head to the side.

For all his fire, he faltered when you offered him a small smile, his own mouth curving down to form a disgruntled frown.

“Stop playing dumb,” he hissed, barring his teeth as if it would work on you now.

“Are you calling me dumb?” You asked, arching a brow up as if you believed he was.

His free fingers curled into fists he immediately shook out, jaw clenching as his red eyes seared straight through you.

“I am not-” He stopped himself, maybe realizing he was falling into your trap before angrily shaking his head. “You little-”

“Little what?” You dared him to actually finish his curse, but he had clamped his lips shut. Pulling you closer to him before unceremoniously scooping you up bridal style, muttering to himself as he stormed back in the direction of your now shared bedroom.

“Thought that fucking idiot came and stole you,” said the man who stole you first. You had to hold in your snort, keeping your head down as you tried to not let him see you roll your eyes.

But his intense stare was fixed on you, his nose scrunching up, lips parting in an annoyed scoff.

“You think this is funny,” he grunted.

“Is it not?” You asked, tempted to test just how crazy you could drive him.

“You are-” Sukuna grimaced, biting down on the inside of his own cheek so hard you knew he probably drew blood.

“You’re really having trouble finishing your sentences tonight,” you commented, pushing your luck further. The vein bulging across his forehead ready to burst at your trivial giggle was a cute perk to pissing him off. “Tell me, my king, what exactly were you going to do if I had run away?”

“Get you back,” he grumbled, as if you somehow could miss the glint in his eyes when you called him your king.

You wondered how long it would take for him to ask you to say that in bed.

And got your answer a lot sooner than anticipated.

The moment you had crossed the threshold, he was ripping the barely-there clothes off of you and pinning you to the bed.

Bites buried into your skin as he travelled from your stomach up to your breasts, teeth skimming against every available inch of skin until he was sinking the deepest ones into your throat, a low growl rumbling from his chest as you squirmed underneath his heavy weight.

His tongue dragged over your neck, leaving a lewd line over the sensitive spots he’d just been sucking on until his mouth was positioned right by your ear.

“Say it again,” he commanded, all husky and hot as your stomach found a way to tie itself in an even tighter knot.

“Say what?” you played just as dumb as he accused you of, the tension just building on top of itself as his warm breath fanned over your skin, claws sinking into your hips just careful enough to not hurt, but to make you feel the pressure.

“You know what,” he hissed, too prideful to admit what it was he really wanted.

“You want me to call you my king?” You hummed, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair, softening your voice.

Sukuna might not say it. But his heavy cock pressed up and throbbing against your thigh surely told you the truth.

“I want you to mean it,” he murmured, his defined jaw catching the candlelight while you watched the lump in his throat bob.

You hesitated.

Considered giving up this charade the two of you had been embroiled in.

Him dutifully playing your captor while you pretended to be a damsel in distress as if you hadn’t been having sex like partners instead of just lovers.

He might not know the difference.

But you did.

Because even after he came, he didn’t just roll over and conk out. And when you woke up together, he didn’t just abandon you to handle his own affairs.

He took care of you, fed you only the best foods and offered the best baths, pampered you in luxuries and made sure you wouldn’t want for anything when you were with him.

What else could a girl ask for?

So what if he was a little…sharp around the edges?

You could love him and all his spikes.

It wasn’t like you were ignoring him, but you’d been so swept up in your own thoughts you were caught off-guard when he abruptly buried his face between your thighs.

Mercilessly shoving his tongue inside you, diving in without a sliver of reluctance, with a single obvious goal in mind.

Making you moan what he wished to hear if you wouldn’t just outright say it.

Swirling his tongue around with the precision of someone who was determined to drag you to an orgasm. The thick muscle working you open ruthlessly, his fingers pressing down and pulling you into his mouth.

Groaning into your cunt to make your body unhelpfully spasm, giving into those maddening patterns he was painting inside you as those reverberations traveled up through you.

Resisting felt pointless.

Holding back was so much harder when the pleasure he was providing was overwriting all your common sense.

You were tugging hard at his roots, hips arching off the soft surface of the bed to drive him in even deeper. But it simply wasn’t enough.

He made you just as greedy as him.

“M-more,” you moaned, swallowing hard as the heat started to get to your bed, the warmth he was radiating making beads of sweat roll down your forehead.

He pulled out, laughing crudely as he looked up at you with wild eyes.

“More?”

Ah.

Maybe that was a mistake.

But you couldn’t find an ounce of regret when Sukuna was roughly flipping you over onto your stomach and nudging your thighs further apart with his knee next. Making sure you were properly spread as he climbed back on top of you, trailing the sharp edge of his claw up your spine before grabbing the nape of your neck.

You couldn’t look back.

Could barely breathe.

Stuck there with your face pressed against the smooth blankets as you waited for him to make his move.

“You want more?” He echoed his previous sentiment, disbelief still ringing in his tone.

“Do I have to ask again?” You teased, even if your question came out half an octave too high.

You would.

But only if he made you.

“Say it then,” he growled.

“My king is mean,” you wryly mocked, knowing that he would fuck you harder for it.

“I’ll show you mean,” he muttered, the swollen tip of his cock pressing right up against your slick entrance as you tensed up.

You used to think you were smart.

But considering how soaked you were waiting to have sex with him, you supposed you weren’t half as intelligent as you’d been before.

And the moment he was sliding in, you were losing even more IQ points you didn’t know if you had to spare.

Thoughts getting all fuzzy as they faded away to be replaced with mantras of his name, desperation bleeding into each one as you ached to be full.

He was still gracious enough to ease you into the first thrust, slowly splitting you open on his length before pulling out and doing it again.

Walls clamping down and straining to get accustomed to all his ridges, to his sheer size.

But he was bottoming out before you could get your sanity back in check, all your rationality dissolving in a puddle of raw need as he hit a spot that made you jolt.

“Not running from me now,” Sukuna snarled, pulling your hips back down as he plunged his cock even deeper, grinding it up, up, up for you to practically feel him in your lungs.

Air squeezing out with each one of his rough thrusts no matter how desperately you tried to quickly suck more back in.

A snarky piece of you wanted to argue that you hadn’t technically run away at all, but you didn’t think he had any reason left in him either.

This was just about you and him and fucking until he felt better.

Until you were both so enmeshed you would never want to leave him again.

The connection between his cock and your cunt driving you nuts as he drove it in again and again.

“Being real quiet now,” he taunted, and you just scoffed back at him, unable to form any coherent words to bicker back.

But before you could try to find him, he was pulling back out right as you were getting edged closer.

He flipped you over in a second, impatient fingers digging meanly into your thighs as he folded them against your chest.

Sukuna didn’t have to verbalize it. Mutter a word for you to understand the why.

He wanted to see your face when he made you cum.

Cock sheathing itself back inside you as if it was the most natural fit in the world.

His other hand reached for your throat, big fingers wrapping around it like your own personal necklace as he squeezed just enough to steal some of your air. “You just like punishing me,” you breathlessly moaned, gripping onto his muscled biceps as his thick cock stretched you to the limit, rubbing just right on all those sensitive spots. Contrary to the filthy words he was spewing, he was still fucking you precisely how he knew you liked.

“You liked being punished,” he retorted, thumb rubbing over your tendon, feeling the faint indents of his teeth he’d left behind.

Was that what you liked?

Or was it simply him?

“What would your plumber do if he saw you like this?” He grunted, gritting his teeth as he fucked you harder, hips smacking into your skin in harsh thwaps. “Panting and begging me for more.”

“Probably ask to join?”

Sukuna froze, brows furrowing as he opened his mouth to snarl something nasty before he changed his mind and decided to just fuck that thought out of you instead.

Letting go of your throat to move his big hand south, his thumb finding your clit to toy with that too. Drawing more practiced circles over the sensitive bud, keeping a steady rhythm of pounding into you as he dragged you towards a cliff.

You wanted him to throw you off.

To jump off with you and fill you up.

The pressure mounting higher, your thighs tensing and toes curling in anticipation as your limbs began trembling.

You weren’t sure what the last straw was. Whether it was his warmth or his touch or the way his mouth crashed into yours for a messy kiss right as he pressed just right on your clit, but you crumbled.

Cumming with his name on your tongue, shuddering as the pleasure wracked through you – just for him to pull out midway through, cum leaking out all across your skin. Steady drips falling on top of you as he stroked his shaft, your vision hazy in the corners before you shut your eyes and let go of the tension still lingering in your bones.

“Fuck, you’re so-” He started to groan, his head tilting back to expose the seductive line of his collarbone, the tattoos standing out across his chiseled chest. Your husband-to-be.

“Perfect?”

ཐི♡ཋྀ

What good was a wedding without a bride?

Sukuna touched your hair, unable to wipe the scowl still lingering on his face while he huffed and puffed over your disappearing act a full hour after you fell asleep post-sex.

He didn’t believe you.

Even if he wanted to.

You were as clever as you were cute. Crafty.

There was a chance for you to go. To get as far from him as you could.

But he found you standing there in your own shrine.

Unbothered by the commotion and the chaos, just staring at yourself before throwing him that annoyingly attractive glance.

Were you trying to piss him off?

Had you simply come to your senses and realized fleeting would be futile?

He didn’t know.

And you wouldn’t tell him.

You were still wearing your ring though.

It looked rather good – especially when you weren’t wearing anything else.

Sukuna sighed, chewing his already bitten raw bottom lip as he tasted the iron in his mouth.

Fingers flexing as he possessively held you tight, unable to loosen his grip in fear you’d just slip away again.

You had made him a fool.

And he didn’t think there was any way for him to undo it.

He didn’t think he made a noise, but you began to stir, sleepily blinking up at him and yawning as you started to pull away, wait no, snuggle closer?

Nuzzling your nose against his chest as you draped a lazy arm around his side, your scent invading his system and frying all his synapses.

“Just go to sleep,” you murmured, delicate fingers decisively patting him. “M’not going anywhere.”

Yeah, not under his watch.

a/n: this was a super fun commission i did and i really hope you guys enjoyed it too!!

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