With past partners, you could push their buttons and always get the rough fuck you want, but Qifrey is different. Initially, he seems innocent, turns out he may be too rough, even for you.
{Name calling, a bit of oral (fem rec.), fingering}
A/N- finally posting the full story! Sorry it’s a little short, I plan on creating a full Qifrey fic with this dynamic, lightly proofread😝
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With past partners, you’d act all bratty and get exactly what you want, a rough fucking. Sure, you could explain your needs healthily, something like “I just prefer to play a little rough in bed, is that okay?” But, where’s the fun in that? It’s more authentic when it’s…well, authentic. It’s a simple equation, push all the RIGHT buttons, and get a nice rough fuck, the type that can only come from genuine frustration.
Well, that used to work at least. Ideally, you’d be crammed into a mating press and “forced” (not really) to take every thick inch of your partners cock right now, but life isn’t too kind is it? After a whole day of pressing buttons, you have nothing to show for it. Qifrey doesn’t cave as easy as all of your past partners. You even tried the “My ex would’ve shut me up by now.” Card, but that was met with a swift “Well, if he had much to boast about, he’d still be around.” sealed with a “friendly” smile. I don’t think you’re getting what you want.
Still, it’s hard to give up COMPLETELY, the day isn’t over yet, you have like an hour or two left before twelve, the night is still young! Your arms are intertwined with the white haired saint when it seems he’s…DOZING OFF!?! As if your hard work day of attempting to piss him off meant nothing!
When all hope appears lost he utters, “I know what you want, you’re not getting it, at least that way.” So he’s aware of the nature of a horny brat, just when it seemed he had the sex drive of a rock. Feeling his warm, soft hands caress your skin, you almost succumb to the warmth of the atmosphere when he brings his lips to your ear and whispers “Get up and strip.”
You think “this has to be a wet dream” (not that you mind), when the weight of reality kicks in around the time that the weight of his right hand meeting your left ass cheek does. He’s serious. Good thing you’re serious about being horny, wouldn’t be the first time you’ve stripped in front of your prey- I mean partner.
Being the tease you are, you let your robe fall from your shoulders slow and gentl- you almost ripped your clothes off. The quick removal of your clothes would’ve indicated which of you were the horniest, if you didn’t feel blue eyes nearly piercing through your skin in the process. I’d say the feeling is mutual. Slicing through the silence “ here’s how this is going to go, I’ll tell you to do something, you’ll do it.”
You’re dreaming, you have to be dreaming. I would say someone should pinch you to make sure, but your ass is tingling from an impatient white haired witch. This isn’t a dream, you are finally getting what you want from Qifrey.
But why is your heart racing? You’ve had control over this situation from the beginning.
“Touch yourself.” He said with a faux friendly smile, if only that smile masked his true lustful intentions.
I don’t think you ever had control of this situation. Every push you’ve done, every attitude, every snarky remark, played directly into the sick witch’s hands. He might just know you better than anyone else.
Suddenly, a formerly milky white hand collides with your ass and turns…red. If that isn’t any clue to how bad that slap hurts, the stinging is. You wince, he remarks,
“I told you that you were going to listen, you wanted this so bad. You know the day I’ve had with you pushing me at every turn? Huh?”
He grabs your hair and makes you face him, then continues,
“Now it’s my turn, you are going to listen. No snarky remarks or hesitation, only full obedience.”
Did you just feel a shiver down your spine? I mean, this IS what you wanted, but this feels like true fear. Initially, you felt control, pushing his buttons as you’ve pushed many other guys buttons, in the end getting the rough fuck YOU wanted. Now, this feeling is new. This isn’t control, this is the feeling of being a fly weaved into the spider’s web. Not knowing exactly what happens next, but knowing it ends in you being completely consumed. The only words you could even begin to utter afterwards were,
“Yes sir.”
You’ve had enough of pushing his buttons, now that you’ve realized you don’t actually know what’s going on behind those glowing blue eyes. So what’s your next move? Obedience.
This is you were talking about, however, I don’t think you’re actually done with this game of push and pull, seeing who breaks first, no, it’s only getting started.
You crawl forward, slow, not in a seductive way, but a slow agonizing way that only makes his blue eyes grow with so much lust that they nearly pierce the skin of your lower back.
You give your index and middle finger a nice suck while looking back at your prey, not that you needed them, you’re fucking soaked.
“Get on with it.” Someone’s growing impatient.
Fine, you finally insert your fingers into yourself, after rolling your eyes of course.
You start moving, in and out….
“FUCK!”
You break the tension. I don’t think you’ve realized how long it’s been since you’ve been touched.
“Do you not know how to touch yourself properly?”
When did he get behind you?
“This is how you make yourself cum.”
He pulls your fingers out and inserts his, slightly curved. You were kind and slow with your movement. He was nothing of the sort. Qifrey is swift, but calculated. The way he’s curving into your walls so fast that you’re overwhelmed, it’s almost as if he’s trying to carve his fingers into you. Damn, it feels so good. He keeps going and going, sometimes sucking your ear, then biting your neck, completely overwhelming your senses. Just when you’re about to finish, he pulls out.
You’re confused, once you return to your senses that is.
He cuts through the silence with precision. Not saying too much, saying exactly what he needs to say, and you got the message.
“Beg.”
You blink, a couple times. There’s a deficiency in words that you could utter. In your dumbfounded state, he breaks the silence,
“ Oh, so your not horny? You got on my nerves all day, and now you’re silent…”
He grabs your hair and forces you to meet his gaze,
“You fucking brat.”
So many surprises from this “sweet” witch today.
You take a breath and consider giving up, this just hurts your pride too damn much! At least it should, but before hope is lost, you utter,
“Please.”
With the added effect of your puppy dog eyes, but you know that he doesn’t care, his reaction proves it.
He fucking giggles.
In the midst of your suffering when the tension is unbearable, HE FUCKING GIGGLES!
For a brief moment, then pulls you tighter.
“You think that’s enough?”
“No.”
He softens, almost like he’s pitying you, almost. Before you are fooled by his faux niceties, he shoves (yes SHOVES) his fingers back into you. No warning, he doesn’t even ease into it, just pumps his fingers into you so fast that you wonder how he can even say,
“You’re fucking right that isn’t enough y/n. After my shitty day, all you have to say is please? Fucking beg brat.”
Before you get the chance to respond, he flips you on your back and presses your legs deep into your chest, all to smack your ass as hard as he could.
You moan so loud that your throat will likely be sore when all of this is over, that’s if you make it out of this torture dungeon that he calls an atlier.
In the midst of moaning and crying (yes, real tears start to form), you give him what he wants.
“Fuck, please! I’m so sorry for everything I swear!”
“Everything?”
Mind you, he says this while adding an additional finger. Now before you can even respond, your eyes scrunch closed, almost as if they were forced. You moan,
“YES! EVERYTHING!”
He smirks, then responds,
“Including bringing up your ex, huh?”
He pulls your hair so hard that your eyes force open.
“You brought him up like I was supposed to be jealous when he obviously didn’t please you, you’re crying over three puny fingers, you’d pass out on my cock.”
In the midst of the struggle to take everything he’s giving to you: the endless ear biting and licking, ruthless fingering, hell he even licked your tears away at some point… it evolves. What was once torment, became bliss. All you wanted at this moment was one thing, release.
“Please Qifrey”
He lifts his brow.
“Please what princess?”
You know he isn’t as clueless as he wants you to believe, he is just playing a game at this point.
“Please, I need to cum.”
He pretends to think, then replies,
“Hmm, I don’t know if you deserve to.”
You pull him in closer and gaze into his eyes before you say,
“Please sir, it feels so good, I need to cum!”
He pumps faster,
“Yeah? My princess needs to cum?”
Fuck, this is agonizing at this point.
“Yes, please”
You whine.
“Please!”
While you beg he uses his thumb to rub your clit.
“Please”
He bites your ear, harder than the other times.
“Fuck, please!”
He licks your ear, a poor attempt to null the pain, not that you can really feel it anyways, you’re too busy whining,
“Please!”
He’s blushing and gazing into your eyes with adoration, seems like you’re not the only one coming undone.
He finally utters,
“Cum for me, my princess.”
You want to believe him allowing you to finally release was what really made you climax, but you know the truth.
Did he really have to add THAT word before saying princess? Does he even know what that two letter word does to you? It’s as if he’s claiming you as his… to love, to hold, to ruin. Before you could process your feelings, you are zapped with pleasure, almost like electricity flowing through every part of you, you scream so loud that the walls echo,
“I’m gonna cum!”
He doesn’t lose his rhythm at all, it seems he’s picking up the pace. It’s not enough for him to make you climax, no. He has to talk you through it.
“My princess is cumming for me? All for me, right?”
He keeps going.
“No one else gets to see this, this is all for me isn’t it?”
Initially, you thought your orgasm would end with the thick and white cream on his fingers, but his words pushed you further. Before you knew what was going on, you started spraying liquid. You may be shocked, but Qifrey on the other hand, seemed prepared, almost as if he was waiting for this. He moves with urgency to spread your legs and shoves his own head to your cunt, and… DRINK IT?
This “innocent” witch who just a few hours ago made you believe he had no experience in bed, is now drinking your squirt????
This drives you mad.
Your legs start twitching and tears started raining down while he rides our your orgasm with his mouth on your clit.
When you finally run out of juices to slurp up, he eases himself up and nearly shoves his tongue down your throat.
You return the favor, so this becomes more than making out.
This is a battle to see who can swallow who whole first, a battle that has already been decided.
You know that you’ll concede to him, this is what you wanted after all…
Word count: 1,008 (I’m getting better at writing longer stories😝)
A/N: not proofread at all, and incomplete! I’m going to finish it, but I got soooo excited so I wanted to give a peak!!✨ I used to be a stripper, and I’ve been lowkey missing it so I’m going to make this series as ✨therapy✨😂
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Opening your eyes to darkness became normal to you. The days where you’d wake up early and get to see the sun rise are a distant memory, hell you’re lucky if you catch the sunset these days. Luckily it’s 2026 and vitamin D supplements exist, pretty sure the real thing is better, but you’d rather have night money.
Tonight you packed your bag as if you were running away from home. Stuffed with 3 different heels, probably 10 different outfits, makeup, snacks, and more essentials, it’s Friday you’ll probably need it. Afterward, you do a light base of makeup, you can always touch it up at the club. You learned awhile ago to at least look presentable, you never know how lucky you might get in early hours (early being 8 pm). Not that you need makeup, your bare face definitely sells, but makeup is more fun. It fits the aesthetic.
You hop into your car and likely drive 20 above the speed limit on the way to the club, it feels more eventful that way. Playing all sorts of songs that make you feel like that bitch and get you in the mood to make money for being hot. Unfortunately, the club is around 10 minutes from your home, so you only had time for about 3 songs.
Pulling into the lot, there’s actually a couple cars here already, maybe you should’ve jazzed up your makeup a little more? Too late now.
Walking in, you speak to everyone, because you’re in a good mood and have a really good feeling about tonight.
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You do a couple of dances and make some rounds and suddenly it’s 11 pm. You have a decent stack of money, and can honestly go home now if you wanted to, but you’re actually having a bit of fun, and have already decided more people should see your blue cheetah print bikini.
It’s your turn to go on stage again, you always get excited before going on stage. It’s the best part, besides the money obv. In the middle of your set, you feel a set of piercing blue eyes on you. You try to divide your attention amongst everyone throwing you money, but it seems those blue eyes really demand your attention. First throwing ones like everyone else, then fives, tens, twenties, now he’s resulted to throwing stacks. Hell, ignore him long enough and you might get a deed to his house thrown at you. By the third song, you’re finally giving him a bit of attention. Glowing blue eyes, incredibly tall, slender with toned muscles, as he utters
“Fucking beautiful.”
and an incredibly deep voice that sends chills down your spine and heat to your core. It’s normally easy for you to dominate the stage, normally. Today those piercing eyes are making that task incredibly difficult. It’s not like he’s your first attractive customer, you’re young, so you have the benefit of getting attractive customers very often, they find you find and youthful. You’re a little burst of energy, kind of like expresso. Rarely do customers intimidate you.
You’re able to play your mind games with them all, but him? You feel like he’s staring straight through you, he might be hard to fool.
Your set is over, and as you exit the stage, those familiar glowing eyes greet you.
“let’s go to vip.”
Well, that was easy, you didn’t even get the chance to use your corny pickup lines.
“For how long?”
“An hour.”
Even though you don’t know his name, you go to the back with him, you’re feeling a little adventurous tonight.
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The hour flew by a too fast. He was an easy going person, so the conversation flowed effortlessly. At the end of the hour, you realized you still didn’t know his name! You both shared so much in common that the conversation skipped all the shallow topics you usually converse about.
“I think I’m going to close the night out.”
The sentence you dreaded hearing most finally came from his lips. The point of VIP is to ALWAYS keep them back there as long as possible, that’s $300 per hour (not including tip)! Spending the night with a young guy who could afford it? EVEN BETTER!
But alas, you can’t always get what you want.
“Do I need you to pay, or could I walk there alone?”
You blink your eyes twice, dumbfounded. If he’s leaving for the night, what does he need to pay for, additional drinks?
“You can get drinks alone, I had fun with you though! I’d love to spend more time with you another time!”
First he stares, dumbfounded as well, then he bursts into a storm of laughter.
“We’re spending the whole night together silly.”
He pats your head a little before paying attention the bar for the room. Normally, you wouldn’t like that type of contact with clientele, but with him it’s different.
He returns with the tickets (*club currency, you exchange for money at the end of the night ) and a couple drinks.
“Thanks, what’s your name by the way?”
“Satoru.”
Satoru, a cute name, you’ve never heard a name like that before.
“Are you from here?”
“No, I’m visiting a buddy of mine. Might have to move here, there’s a cute girl who’s after my heart.”
You playfully hit him, who gave him the right to be so cute?
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The night flows seamlessly, you didn’t dance the whole night with him. The conversation flowed so well, that you just got to know each other the whole night, aka free money!
You RARELY do this, but since you enjoyed Satoru’s company, you gave him your socials.
“Let me know if you ever need company, I’m here practically everyday.”
“If they have more girls like you here, I may need to bring my roommate.”
“ If your roommate is anything like you, then I’d love to meet him.”
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Daylight practically tore the two of you apart, but I have a feeling this won’t be the end of the story for you all…
A/N- not really proofread, I have more to write, but I couldn’t wait to post this😝
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You’re dreaming, you have to be dreaming. I would say someone should pinch you to make sure, but your ass is tingling from an impatient white haired witch. This isn’t a dream, you are finally getting what you want from Qifrey.
But why is your heart racing? You’ve had control over this situation from the beginning.
“Touch yourself.” He said with a faux friendly smile, if only that smile masked his true lustful intentions.
I don’t think you ever had control of this situation. Every push you’ve done, every attitude, every snarky remark, played directly into the sick witch’s hands. He might just know you better than anyone else.
Suddenly, a formerly milky white hand collides with your ass and turns…red. If that isn’t any clue to how bad that slap hurts, the stinging is. You wince, he remarks,
“I told you that you were going to listen, you wanted this so bad. You know the day I’ve had with you pushing me at every turn? Huh?”
He grabs your hair and makes you face him, then continues,
“Now it’s my turn, you are going to listen. No snarky remarks or hesitation, only full obedience.”
Did you just feel a shiver down your spine? I mean, this IS what you wanted, but this feels like true fear. Initially, you felt control, pushing his buttons as you’ve pushed many other guys buttons, in the end getting the rough fuck YOU wanted. Now, this feeling is new. This isn’t control, this is the feeling of being a fly weaved into the spider’s web. Not know exactly what happens next, but knowing it ends in you being completely consumed. The only words you could even begin to utter afterwards were,
“Yes sir.”
You’ve had enough of pushing his buttons, now that you’ve realized you don’t actually know what’s going on behind those glowing blue eyes. So what’s your next move? Obedience.
This is you were talking about however, I don’t think you’re actually done with this game of push and pull, seeing who breaks first, no, it’s only getting started.
You crawl forward, slow, not in a seductive way, but a slow agonizing way that only makes his blue eyes grow with so much lust that they nearly pierce the skin of your lower back.
You give your index and middle finger a nice suck while looking back at your prey, not that you needed them, you’re fucking soaked.
“Get on with it.” Someone’s growing impatient.
Fine, you finally insert your fingers into yourself, after rolling your eyes of course.
You start moving, in and out….
“FUCK!”
You break the tension. I don’t think you’ve realized how long it’s been since you’ve been touched.
“Do you not know how to touch yourself properly?”
When did he get behind you?
“This is how you make yourself cum.”
He pulls your fingers out and inserts his, slightly curved. You were kind and slow with your movement. He was nothing of the sort. Qifrey is swift, but calculated. The way he’s curving into your walls so fast that you’re overwhelmed, it’s almost as if he’s trying to carve his fingers into you. Damn, it feels so good. He keeps going and going, sometimes sucking your ear, then biting your neck, completely overwhelming your senses. Just when you’re about to finish, he pulls out.
You’re confused, once you return to your senses that is.
He cuts through the silence with precision. Not saying too much, saying exactly what he needs to say, and you got the message.
I promise you. Affirming can get you a long way. You do not need to force yourself to believe, feel, visualize, or anything to manifest. You can manifest by affirming MINDLESSLY, it works. Just CHANGE YOUR THOUGHTS. There is no secret knowing, no sabbath state to reach. Those things are all unnecessary prerequisites. I mainly use affirmations because they get me my desires FAST. And you can affirm for anything. Don’t feel confident? Affirm you’re confident. Don’t feel like a master manifestor? Affirm you are one. Whatever it is, it can be changed by simply changing your thoughts. Manifesting is not supposed to be this complicated shit, you can just simplify it for yourself and discard ANY rules that make you feel like its hard. From all the methods i’ve tried (and i’ve tried all of them) affirming has been the most consistent and effective one yet. Why? Because you’re changing your dominant thoughts (which some might call your “state”) and when you change your dominant thoughts, reality literally has no choice but to match them. I’m telling you, it’s fucking GUARANTEED that you will get your desire if you just affirm and persist. Your desire has no choice but to show up if you affirm and persist. Even if it feels hard, impossible, or whatever. It will MANIFEST no matter how you feel about it. Just keep your thoughts in check. You are thinking all the time, so why not think in your favor if you know it will manifest? And i’m not joking when i say it manifests FAST, i literally manifest the same day, even instantly at times, by just affirming and persisting. Make this easy for yourself 🎀
A/N- Started writing this the other day, maybe I’ll finish it who knows🤗Qifrey toooooo sexy not to write about😫
Part 2 here
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With past partners, you’d act all bratty and get exactly what you want, a rough fucking. Sure, you could explain your needs healthily, something like “I just prefer to play a little rough in bed, is that okay?” But, where’s the fun in that? It’s more authentic when it’s…well, authentic. It’s a simple equation, push all the RIGHT buttons, and get a nice rough fuck, the type that can only come from genuine frustration.
Well, that used to work at least. Ideally, you’d be crammed into a mating press and “forced” (not really) to take every thick inch of your partners cock right now, but life isn’t too kind is it? After a whole day of pressing buttons, you have nothing to show for it. Qifrey doesn’t cave as easy as all of your past partners. You even tried the “My ex would’ve shut me up by now.” Card, but that was met with a swift “Well, if he had much to boast about, he’d still be around.” sealed with a “friendly” smile. I don’t think you’re getting what you want.
Still, it’s hard to give up COMPLETELY, the day isn’t over yet, you have like an hour or two left before twelve, the night is still young! Your arms are intertwined with the white haired saint when it seems he’s…DOZING OFF!?! As if your hard work day of attempting to piss him off meant nothing!
When all hope appears lost he utters, “I know what you want, you’re not getting it, at least that way.” So he’s aware of the nature of a horny brat, just when it seemed he had the sex drive of a rock. Feeling his warm, soft hands caress your skin, you almost succumb to the warmth of the atmosphere when he brings his lips to your ear and whispers “Get up and strip.”
You think “this has to be a wet dream” (not that you mind), when the weight of reality kicks in around the time that the weight of his right hand meeting your left ass cheek does. He’s serious. Good thing you’re serious about being horny, wouldn’t be the first time you’ve stripped in front of your prey- I mean partner.
Being the tease you are, you let your robe fall from your shoulders slow and gentl- you almost ripped your clothes off. The quick removal of your clothes would’ve indicated which of you were the horniest, if you didn’t feel blue eyes nearly piercing through your skin in the process. I’d say the feeling is mutual. Slicing through the silence “ here’s how this is going to go, I’ll tell you to do something, you’ll do it.”
Light smut with Sylus, couldn’t stop thinking about this😭 non proofed, I’m sleep and dick deprived😂
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Sylus waits patiently for the right moment. You’ve made it home and think you’ve gotten away with your antics. The ambiance is oddly calm for a couple that has been bickering all day (obviously intentional on one side).
Sylus moves swiftly. His thoughts are unreadable and his actions are the same. One moment you’re wondering what to snack on , the next you’ve grown at least a foot taller.
Sylus puts you on the counter so fast, that you thought you finally got a post puberty grow spurt (keep dreaming). “You haven’t been nice kitten, you were starting to hurt my feelings.” He says while faux pouting, you know he’s full of shit, he loves this twisted game as much as you do.
Sylus spreads your legs so far apart that it leaves no room for shame. If you were even slightly shy, you’d have to forget about it while being spread all nicely on the kitchen counter.
Sylus wastes no time (besides the time that he wasted all day), skips all formalities and heads for your dripping cunt. He could properly undress you, but he also could leave you to your own devices so take what you can get!
Sylus meets your dripping cunt with his fingers and uses his lips to give your ear a light suck before saying “I knew you were dripping, that’s the only reason you’d ever act like that. Next time you need me, tell me your pussy is calling for me, I’ll be sure to answer.”
There are many perks to being with the leader of Onychinus, this is your favorite.
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A/N- Haven’t written anything in awhile, but I keep day dreaming about this moment😫
SUKUNA x BRATTY!READER x YUJI
𝓼𝓾𝓶: You are a dickmatized manipulative brat.
Sukuna is Sukuna.
Yuji is collateral damage.
𝓬𝔀: canon au. mdni 18+ only. cheating, rough play, unprotected, spit play, brat taming, spanking, pussy slapping, manipulation, fingering, anal play, edging, tit job, blow job, slight dubcon, sukuna being toxic, y/n thinking with her pussy.
𝔀𝓬: 8787
𝓪𝓷: attn—this is a *repost* since the original got deleted. i combined both parts i tried to clean it up a bit since this is the first fic i ever wrote for jjk like 2+ years ago but most of it is the same. i'd like to think i've improved since then but it's also cute to see how far i've come. so no the writing isnt as good jkhsbdfb its been 2 years!!
‘2:37 AM’—Fuck.
You gotta stop looking at the clock, it's only making you more restless.
Usually sleep comes to you easily as the peaceful dark of your room and light snores coming from your boyfriend, Yuji, would lull you into a comforting slumber each night without issue.
Sighing, you lay your head on Yuji’s chest as his arm loosely drapes around your waist. This quickly became your typical sleeping position since moving in with each other.
You'd only been living together for over a little over a month now but you honestly have no complaints. Yuji is great—even if your apartment is way smaller than you would have liked.
Despite the both of you being full fledged sorcerers and risking your lives constantly, exterminating curses doesn't pay the best salary.
You want something bigger but it was cheap enough to allow the both of you to save for something much better down the line.
Yuji was the one who suggested saving, to console your protests and to hint at more promises for the future. That had been enough to silence your protests as ultimately you would have agreed to live in a closet if it meant you could be together and not separated by dorms at Jujutsu Tech.
Yuji could be a little clueless at times, sure, but your boyfriend does always try his best to make you happy.
Honestly, the two of you rarely have any disagreements even though you are a stubborn brat most of the time. His easy going nature takes your faults in stride. Yeah he can be clueless but once he does know what you want he meets your needs without complaint.
In fact, Yuji is always doing sweet things for you— waking up a bit earlier so you could drink your coffee (that he always burns) in bed. He will shower you with soft kisses to coax you awake with a wide grin and a whispered ‘good morning’ that makes you feel warm just remembering it.
You really can't ask for a better boyfriend.
You are happy with Yuji.
You love him and are very happy with Yuji.
Sigh.
So then ms. ma'am, if you are 'so happy', why exactly is your mind torturing you with thoughts of the cursed object inside your boyfriend taking control of his body and fucking you dumb into the mattress?
Chewing your lip in nervous anticipation, the truth is that your mind wouldn’t allow you to sleep because it was filled with Sukuna, The King of Curses, and every jujutsu sorcerer’s sworn enemy.
Sukuna is your enemy.
How could you let it come to this?
The guilt you feel is insurmountable, yet it’s not like you had asked for this to start happening.
That said, you made no real attempts to stop Sukuna thus far from showing up to fuck you silly before disappearing again like a thief in the night.
Rode hard and put away wet, Sukuna would use you on his whims and it had been happening more frequently ever since the day you and Yuji moved-in together—the night of your housewarming party.
Ironically enough, you didn't even want a damned housewarming.
You thought it was impractical and honestly a bit embarrassing to throw a housewarming for such a small flat. Everyone would be on top of each other all night.
But Gojo had insisted. Promising to supply the drinks and food which automatically had Yuji on board, so you just gave in. Seeing Yuji happy, and hearing Gojo was buying the two of you a new washer-dryer combo, you got on board.
The housewarming itself went well enough, albeit the cramped space, until the six eyed sorcerer had suggested a ‘friendly’ drinking game. All which would have been fine if Gojo hadn’t brought over what he called Reggae Punch.
However, it wasn’t the standard recipe of peach liqueur and oolong tea you could find in any Tokyo bar. The dark orange drink Gojo concocted was a heavy mixture of actual punch and different liquors that you couldn’t identify until you were already 2 cups in.
The son of a bitch.
That wasn't Raggae Punch—it was fucking Jungle Juice.
You were already faded as hell by the time the game started so you eliminated yourself early on purpose.
Yuji, who was a good boy and never even took a sip of alcohol until he was legal enough earlier this year, actually thought he stood a chance at winning against his seniors. Foolishly, he joined-in with earnestness.
Rolling your eyes at the memory, the night ended as expected—with Yuji was beyond shitfaced and you of course left to take care of him.
Yuji's head hung low, barely resting on the edge of the chabudai by the time Nanami—clear winner of the night—managed to drag an even drunker Gojo out of your apartment. Gojo was still singing loudly, slurring through songs on the expensive digital karaoke machine he'd gifted you both earlier (yeah, no new washer/drier set for you).
Maki and Yuta, sensible enough to stop drinking early like you, had already left. Nobara, Inumaki and Megumi, all pretty lit themselves, had the near impossible task of dragging Panda home which you did not envy.
With everyone gone, getting Yuji into bed proved far easier than expected.
You left ibuprofen and a bottle of Pedialyte on the nightstand, along with a small bin beside the bed in case he woke up nauseous. Truthfully, you really didn’t mind taking care of your boyfriend.
Yuji always takes such good care of you.
But...you just wished it hadn’t been this night.
The night you realized that mixing that much alcohol in those quantities sent the heat straight to your pussy.
Pleasing yourself usually wasn’t an issue.
But after you dragged a second, still-unsatisfying orgasm from your body, that’s when Sukuna appeared without warning—his low chuckle curling through the room at your failed attempts.
Admittedly, you were terrified at first.
You and Yuji had been together for two years, but Sukuna rarely surfaced and he had never addressed you directly before, preferring to ignore you all together. It was dangerously easy to forget that the most powerful curse in existence lived rent-free inside your boyfriend’s soul.
Nevertheless, you were desperate for real relief.
Lust clouded your thoughts, thick and heavy and it didn’t take much coaxing at all before your legs parted, pliant and willing, like warm jelly for The Curse King.
And Sukuna did not disappoint.
His sharp tongue poured filth into your ears—degrading praises that sent electricity racing through your veins, crackling down to your core, where the even sharper thrusts of his hips corrupted you from the inside out.
Your senses shattered. You came hard, messy and mindless—soaking Sukuna, yourself, and the sheets beneath you.
And that was only round one.
Sukuna, of course, had near-limitless stamina.
The next morning, achy and sore, you could barely look Yuji in the eye.
You were preparing to beg for his forgiveness but you quickly realized Yuji only remembered bits of the party and nothing of what happened after.
In fact, it made you feel even more terrible that Yuji apologized to you.
Yuji was upset with himself for being so rough with you when he noticed the bites, bruises and marks that decorated your body thinking you both actually had sex the previous night.
Yuji gave you the perfect out and thinking it would never happen again you let him believe it was him...well, in some essence it was still his body in a way.
Urgh, you are the worst.
Realistically, if you confessed to Yuji in that moment, he likely would have forgiven you then without question.
It’s not like you alone could stop Sukuna from doing anything he wanted to you while Yuji was unaware.
You were a semi-grade 1 sorcerer, strong enough for most curses, but you would be kidding yourself to think you could take on Sukuna in a fight—hell you couldn't even take Yuji.
In fact, wouldn’t the issue of Sukuna being able to take over Yuji’s body freely while he was unconscious be a much more pressing concern rather than how many times the curse king had made you squirt?
Yet in spite of the danger, the logic and your better judgment, you were too ashamed to tell Yuji what really happened.
That was because subconsciously a part of you knew you would have to admit that you did enjoy it and you wanted it to happen again.
And it did.
Many more times after.
Except for tonight.
Sukuna had yet to make his appearance tonight.
In fact, he hadn’t shown up in the last 5 nights in a row—the longest you had gone without his cock since he started toying with you.
You recall snapping at him after his last visit—right around the time his insults shifted from targeting you to dragging Yuji, mocking his inability to satisfy you. Your guilt had you snapping, telling Sukuna to fuck off and never to come near you again. You even threatened to tell Yuji if he did.
Honestly, you hadn’t expected the threat to matter.
It never had before.
And as much as you wanted to feel relieved—maybe Sukuna had finally grown tired of dealing with "Yuji’s bratty little pillow princess," as he so often called you while he was buried deep inside your sloppy cunt—you weren’t relieved at all.
You were annoyed.
He hadn’t listened the first time.
Or the second. Or the third.
So why now?
Why when your pussy has become so well trained its started to ache for that stretch—the delicious, punishing burn of your walls tearing that only Sukuna could bestow on you?
You shiver, thinking of Sukuna’s heavy grip sinking into the fat of your hips—his claws always just shy of puncturing your skin.
He loved to remind you how easily he could tear you apart if he wanted to, growling it against your ear while pounding into you from behind, each clap of his hips shaking the breath from your lungs.
Nearly salivating at the memory, you snap your head up—too eagerly—when you felt Yuji stir beneath you, heart jumping at the thought it might be him.
But it wasn’t.
And the disappointment hit harder than it should have.
But it wasn’t until Sukuna corrupted you that you realized: you didn’t want to be treated like some fragile, precious thing.
You want to be handled.
You want to be ruined.
You want to be called names—dirty, brutal, humiliating ones—because that’s exactly the kind of filthy, cheating whore you were proving yourself to be.
But Yuji?
Yuji is too kind. Too big of a softy. He’d never fuck you the way you needed—yet you couldn't deny you were still in love with him.
You squeeze your eyes shut like that might somehow block the thoughts out—but you knew the truth.
You can't sleep because you were horny for Sukuna.
The heat in your belly keeps climbing steadily, making sleep a distant, impossible hope. Your clit throbs, swollen and aching while your pussy flutters helplessly, clenching around nothing.
The motion forces out a slow trickle of Yuji’s cum from earlier, warm and wet as it slides down your thighs and you catch yourself wishing it was Sukuna's instead and in that moment your resolve breaks.
Yuji was just an appetizer.
But you are still starving—for the main course.
Sukuna.
Swallowing hard, deep down, you already know you’d already resigned yourself to whatever the hell Sukuna dragged you into.
You nuzzle deeper into Yuji’s chest, your fingers drifting lazily across the ridges of his lower abs beneath the blanket. Your voice is barely a whisper against his skin.
“Yo… um… hey… Hey, Sukuna... c-can you hear me?”
Silence.
You try again. Still nothing.
You huff, your patience thinning.
“Dammit, Sukuna,” you whisper, harsher this time, voice rising with irritation.
You wait but the only answer is the slow, steady rise and fall of Yuji’s chest beneath your cheek.
Your jaw tightens, seeing red.
This lame-ass motherfucker.
So that’s it?
After everything—after wrecking you, haunting you, owning you—he’s just... done?
You slowly lift your head from Yuji’s chest, narrowing your eyes at your boyfriend as if you could scowl straight past him and into Sukuna’s smug, hidden soul beneath.
Muttering under your breath, you shuffle across the bed toward the nightstand.
“Fuckin' headass Lord King of body-snatching curses... got more dick in his personality than he does in his pants,” you grumble, dragging the drawer open with quiet venom.
Turning on the small bed lamp, you dig deep into the drawers to pull out a toy you saved for nights you were particularly hard up and Yuji was out on a mission.
Sukuna may have been ignoring you but you could no longer ignore the throbbing screaming at you between your legs.
Maybe if you rubbed one out, you could calm down. Just enough to stop feeling so pissed off.
You needed something, shit anything, to take the edge off before you did something truly insane, like knocking the Mario coins out of your sweet, unsuspecting boyfriend out of sheer frustration with the curse inside him.
Yuji doesn't deserve that.
Just like he doesn't deserve any of this. Not the monster squatting in his soul—and certainly not a girlfriend who'd spread her legs so easily for a cocky smirk and a thick tattooed cock.
Settling onto the bed beside Yuji, you switched the vibrator on to its lowest setting—quiet enough not to disturb him.
Slowly, you drag it across your skin, savoring the soft buzz as you trace a path down past your heaving chest, across your belly, and lower still.
Your lip catches between your teeth as the toy barely ghosts over your clit—
When before you can even scream, a hand snaps around your wrist.
Another one rips the vibrator from your grip and flings it across the room with enough force for it to shatter against the wall.
“You really are a bratty fucking whore, you know that?”
The voice was unmistakable—Sukuna.
How could it not be?
Deeper than Yuji’s, richer, more decadent. Every word curls around you, teasing and scolding all at once, the bass of his voice making your clit throb in time with each slow, deliberate syllable.
“As your King, I don’t recall giving you permission to touch that nasty lil cunt, bitch.”
You bristle in protest, trying to pull away, but Sukuna's grip on you doesn't budge. His fingers burn against your wrist—just his touch alone was enough to ignite you, the heat spreading fast, licking over your skin and threatening to consume you whole.
Exceeding the levels of any sexual frustration you ever knew in your life, his further denial to let you touch yourself threatens to spill the tears gathering in the corner of your eyes.
“I don’t recall asking you, my lord,” you snap back, biting words a reflex for a brat like you. “I’d ask you if you knew you were a trifling asshole, but we—”
You didn’t get to finish.
In a blink, Sukuna is on top of you.
His tattooed hands seize both your wrists and pins them above your head, his body locking you in beneath him. The air shifts—charged, heavy, dangerous as his snarl scorches your cheek.
The red glow of Sukuna's four eyes sear into yours as they go wide with alarm. Your mouth dries instantly, heart pounding with the reality of who you just decides to sass finally sinking in.
And that maybe, just maybe, you'd fucked around a little too far… and were about to find out.
Sukuna, on the other hand, seems to delight in your panic.
“‘Eh? Triflin?” he says, mockingly, twisting your tone and slang into something cruel. “Me? Not the filthy slut begging me to use her boyfriend’s body to dick her down while he’s asleep? And then throwing a tantrum when I don’t?”
Fuck. So he had heard you earlier.
“You think a bratty bitch like you can summon me on a whim—and speak to me casually?” Sukuna's tenor is darker now as he hovers over you, “I’ve killed for far less.”
Sukuna is closer now. Too close. Yet aside from the bruising grip on your wrists, he still hasn't touched you.
But he doesn't need to.
The heat rolling off him, the sheer weight of his cursed energy, pressing into you from all sides making your nerves sing in horror for your impending doom—your body reacts all the same.
Fear and arousal tangles together into something volatile, something dangerous, churning in your gut like it might split you open from the inside if Sukuna didn’t do it first.
Your lip trembles as you shift restlessly beneath him.
Despite your best efforts, you are completely at his mercy once again.
“And Yuji?” Sukuna's words are like daggers into your heart as his breath brushes your lips.
Shakily, you exhale—only now realizing you’d even been holding it.
“You’re still this needy after he already gave you cock tonight? Tsk, tsk. You really are a brazen, greedy lil' whore, hm?”
He wasn’t wrong.
Not about you being a whore at least. That much, you couldn’t deny—not now, not like this.
But he is wrong to imply this was the same as being with Yuji.
Because when Sukuna takes over, Yuji’s face is where the similarities end. Sukuna is taller, more muscular and thicker in every way—his cock not excluded from that either.
The black markings stretch taut over the expanse of Sukuna's entire body, binding tight over powerful muscle and making him look infinitely more dangerous than Yuji ever could.
Even Sukuna's scent was different—darker, heavier. Almost as threatening as his presence and intoxicatingly masculine.
A pure predator.
Pouting, you know fighting Sukuna is pointless, like playing a losing game.
Still, part of you is pissed. He’d ignored you all night. Leaving you writhing in your own heat like you were nothing likely laughing at you all the while.
But now?
Now he's here.
And you are so close to getting what you need.
If it meant surrendering the last scraps of your dignity to finally get it?
So be it.
There wasn’t much left to protect anyway.
So you surrender completely—like the needy little bitch in heat that you are—appealing to Sukuna's ego.
“If you know I’m a whore,” you whispered, breath shaky, “then fuck me like one already, Sukuna. My King… please? Pretty please? I-I need you. Make me cum, pleaseeeee…”
Your voice is all sugar-dipped desperation, each saccharine plea spilling from your lips like a twisted prayer.
And you hated it.
You hated humbling yourself like this.
Your cracks begin to show as tears of frustration finally spill from your eyes, sliding hot and silent down your cheeks.
Still, you blinked through them, locking eyes with him. Needing him to see just how much you want him—to see the desperation that called to him from every fiber of your being.
Of course, Sukuna sees it loud and clear.
The raw, aching desperation radiates from every inch of your trembling body—and it only makes the devious smirk across his face stretch wider.
Releasing your wrists, Sukuna's hand is around your throat faster than you can blink. His thick fingers curl tightly around your neck, squeezing just enough to make your head swim as he leans down to lick up a trail of your tears.
“Tch. Even when you’re desperate and begging,” he murmurs, voice a low rasp against your skin, “you still can’t help but be an insolent lil' brat.”
Sukuna's breath ghosting over your ear makes you gush, especially as his tongue slides into your canal, slow and deliberate before retracting to scrape his teeth over your lobe.
And then—finally—the full weight of Sukuna’s naked body sinks onto yours, heat and muscle pressing you down into the mattress.
You moan at the blissful maddening contact, feeling the thick length of his cock twitch against your belly, heavy and hot.
His mouth trails lower, lips dragging down your neck, leaving behind a constellation of angry red marks—evidence you’ll be scrambling to hide come morning.
Arching into him instinctively, you grind against him, savoring every ounce of friction as waves of heat roll through your body.
But just as quickly as he gives you what you want—
He pulls away. “You should know by now, Y/N…
You gasp, your body jerking at the loss.
“—disobedient sluts get punished.”
Before the chill of his words can even settle, your world flips. Sukuna moves you effortlessly, draping you across his thick thighs at the edge of the bed.
The exact situation you are in not clicking until a loud smack reverberates in your ears and white hot pain blossoms across your left asscheck.
Smack.
You’re ready for the second, but it still forces a hiss from your teeth as the impact jolts through you, deeper than it should.
Smack.
By the third, a broken moan slips from your mouth before you can stop it.
Sukuna keeps going, unrelenting. Each strike leaves you more breathless than the last. Your body easily turning pliant and shaky over his lap.
Your tongue lolls as you pant, dazed from the relentless rhythm of his strikes.
Smack.
On the fourth, you grab his thigh for leverage and push yourself back toward his hand without thinking. The movement sends a jolt through your core that makes your body shudder.
“S‑Sukuna!”
His name tears out of you as the next strike lands directly on your pussy.
Already drenched from your arousal and earlier romp with Yuji, the squelching sound your slit makes is absolutely vulgar. The sounds turn you on more than you can bear at the moment and you could tell from laying across his lap, it’s having a similar effect on Sukuna as well.
You can feel how much he’s enjoying this from the way he holds you in place. And the need for him to finally take you is unbearable.
“FuckMeFuckMeFuckMePLEASEEE!” your words slur, jumbles as you writhed against the bulge thickening beneath you.
“Fuck you, slut?” Sukuna drawls, mocking your desperation with a wicked grin.
Another soggy smack rings out from your pussy.
Your eyes roll back as your teeth sink into your lower lip—hard enough to draw blood, not that you’d even notice.
“Not when you address me so casually...”
Smack.
“...and certainly not when you still have that other brat’s spunk in your cunt, slut. It’s fucking disrespectful to me.”
Smack.
Smack.
SMACK.
Each strike to your swollen clit knocks the breath from your lungs, your face flushing with raw, burning shame.
“Hn… we’ll have to fix that, won’t we, Brat?”
And with that Sukuna plunges three thick fingers into your messy cunt, pulling a sharp cry from your throat as your body jerks in surprise.
His fingers gliding-in effortlessly thanks to how pathetically wet you are, pumping into you with a punishing rhythm.
Your cries and whines far on deaf ears, Sukuna already knows how much you fucking love his fingers. They reach deeper than your own fingers ever could—faster, rougher, more reckless than Yuji has ever dared to be.
True to his word, Sukuna fucks every last trace of Yuji’s cum out of you, pulling it from your body like he’s reclaiming what’s his while you come undone, unraveling completely across his lap.
“Did I not make it clear last time,” Sukuna growls low in your ear, “who this sloppy hole belongs to?”
You can't even process the question—mind blank, body twitching, mouth open and silent, utterly ruined.
Your breathy moans and the ASMR from his fingers tearing through your cunt as your walls sucked him in were thrumming in your ears and drowning out everything else.
Vision spotty, you're closer to attaining release with every rough scrape of his fingers. The tension in you pulling taunt like a rope as Sukuna abuses the little bundle of nerves inside you.
Toes curling, your entire body strains for release.
Almost there.
“Ah—s‑so clo—” you manage to gasp, your mind focused on nothing but coming.
And then—he stops.
Sukuna’s fingers go still inside you, an evil laugh barking from him.
“I fucking hate repeating myself, brat. If the little whore can’t focus enough to answer me properly while I finger fuck her, I’ll simply have to stop.”
The sudden loss burns and you want to sob, the need to cum swallowing every rational thought in your head.
Any attempt you make to push your hips back and fuck yourself on his fingers are thwarted by Sukuna’s free arm locking you in place.
He has you exactly where he wants you.
“N-No! P-PleasePlease! My pus-syy i-it’s yourssss, Suk- Lord Sukuna!” you corrected yourself, desperately wanting him to continue.
“Hm?” Sukuna one is skeptical, testing. He doesn't think you fully understood just yet who owns you.
“Sure about that, bitch? You gonna let anyone else cum in this pussy again?”
You shake your head vigorously, tears splashing onto his thigh.
“N‑no,” you sniffle out.
“What was that, slut? Speak up.”
Sukuna's voice is harsh—but his fingers begin moving again. Slowly, in agonizing circles that make your back arch.
It's maddening.
“I won't! I-I won’t let Yuji come in your pussy again, so please… PLEASE let me cum!”
The words spill out without thought. You’d say anything right now for release.
And Sukuna knows it, a real bastard for actually making you say it though.
Sukuna pauses—and suddenly laughs.
It almost sounds like it’s meant for someone else, but you can’t think long enough to question it before his fingers press deeper, harder than before.
Your eyes roll back again as pleasure wipes your mind clean.
His thumb joins in, grazing lower, teasing a place no one has ever touched before.
“Oh—o‑oh god—” you sob, eyes squeezing shut.
The prodding of his thumb into the rim of your ass while he finger banged your cunt was too intense.
Not even Yuji had touched you there before.
The feeling was foreign but you were too overstimulated at this point, you couldn’t process anything from it but pleasure.
“Yesyesyesyes!” you sigh out like a mantra.
Sukuna could feel your walls clamping down on his fingers, letting him know you were close.
“Shit- That's it." Sukuna murmurs with dark amusement. "Cream on my fingers, slutty brat.”
As if your body actually needed his permission, those words are what finally breaks the dam inside of you.
You cum with a loud moan as your body convulsed with pleasure, the first taste of the sweet release you’d been yearning for all night. Babbling nonsensically as you repeated Sukuna’s name over and over, dissolving into pure noise.
Your tears, drool and squirt continue to dribble out of you as they drenched his thighs from both ends. But Sukuna’s fingers don't stop, they continue to bully into you not slowing until you completely rode out your orgasm.
Your chest heaves constricted against his lap and your legs are still trembling but you know he is far from finished with you.
His fingers slide out of your weeping pussy with a slimy pop.
“On your knees, slut.”
Sukuna’s gruff command booms and you move quickly, not daring to test his patience this time. You could feel welts on your ass begin to form the spanking you received, your legs jelly as you slide onto the floor, careful of putting too much pressure on your bruised bottom.
Once you steady yourself, you look up.
Sukuna is now manspread, legs reclining wide on you and Yuji's shared bed like it was his throne. Reclining the view he offers you is delicious, his tatted, hard cock, catching your eye like a beacon.
Your lips part as your gaze drops to him. The flushed tip of his cock bobs slightly with each slow breath he takes, a bead of precum trailing down and streaking across his stomach.
Nevertheless, you couldn’t help but hesitate as him finally letting you cum had cleared a bit of the fog in your brain.
You know what he expects now. You’ve just… never done it for him before.
Sukuna’s size is intimidating enough to make you nervous but you really didn’t know how to react right now as you weren’t used to this much foreplay with him. On his previous visits Sukuna would show up, fuck you into a stupor and leave. You didn’t even think he had even teased you as much as he had tonight.
Tonight feels different.
You’re not sure why—but the thought sparks something defiant inside you. A small, reckless flicker of the brat he’s always accusing you of being.
A sudden urge takes hold—to see how far you can push him.
To test how much control he’s really willing to give you.
You could tell by how his engorged cock swayed impatiently that him delaying his own gratification to punish had an effect on him.
The game you decided to play was a risky one of course, but you wanted payback for the way he treated you.
And that’s when you decide—it’s a risky game to play, but you want a little payback.
For ignoring you for days.
For breaking your favorite toy.
For making you beg.
And, most of all, for turning you into a moraless slut who still aches for him to ruin you all over again.
“Put that fuckin’ bratty mouth to good use for once, whore." Sukuna growls, baring his canines at your stalling. "If I left now, that sloppy cunt would still be unsatisfied.”
You pouted at his cruel insult but it was mostly to suppress a small smile as he confirmed your suspicions.
Oh, he wouldn’t dare leave you now.
And if he wants head? Then you’ll give the King Asshole of Curses the nastiest, sloppiest toppy you can muster.
Mind set, you wet your lips, making careful eye contact with him through moist, batting lashes.
Slinking up between his legs, your hands caress his calves, skimming upward with feather-light touches over his thighs.
Your tongue lingers on the inside of his thigh, lapping up the mess of your own juices that still stain his lap—never once breaking eye contact.
It’s faint, but you swear you hear Sukuna suck in a breath through his teeth.
Rising to your knees, you settle yourself in close, pressing between his legs until his heavy cock nestles between your breasts.
He holds a strong poker face, but you see it—the faint sheen of sweat on his brow, the deeper drag of his breath.
He wants this too.
It gives you back a sliver of the nerve you lost feeling just how massive he really is.
Still meeting his gaze, you flash him a sweet smile, then part your lips and let a slow string of spit fall from your tongue—thick and heavy, like honey—onto his cock.
The wetness flowing from your mouth is instantly cooled by air as it leaves your lips. This earned you a low hiss of approval from The King of Curses as it landed on his hot tip.
Wasting no time, you gather the mixture of drool and precum now slick between your tits and begin to move them slowly up and down his massive length.
Indulging yourself, you squeeze your neglected nipples and moan, head fuzzy with lust, wishing it was your pussy—not your tits—smothering his cock.
Your jaw stays lax, mouth open and dripping, letting more saliva slide freely onto him as your eyes stay locked on his.
Sukuna’s just about to snap at you—ready to call you a cockteasing whore—when, as if sensing the insult forming, you finally break eye contact.
You lower your head and take his cockhead between your lips, while your tits continue to work his shaft.
Your tongue swirls over the slit at his tip, lewdly slurping up the precum gathering there.
Sukuna’s hand shoots into your hair.
“Fuck,” he grits out.
His claws dig into your roots with a grip that borders on painful—but it only urges you on.
You lick, kiss, and slobber your way down his length, taking him deeper with every stroke.
Sukuna grunts. He honestly hadn’t expected this from you.
He’s broken many before—twisted them, corrupted them. But he can see it in your eyes now: your eagerness isn’t submission. It’s defiance.
His earlier punishment didn’t tame you.
It lit a fire.
He thought you’d pout, whine, maybe shrink away from sucking his cock like the spoiled pillow princess you are with Yuji.
Not attack it like it’s your last breath of air.
Fuckin’ manipulative ass brat.
The King of Curses would never admit it out loud, but your brattiness turns him on.
It always has.
He watches you from within Yuji—every slick comment when something doesn’t go your way, every pouty protest when you're denied what you want.
And Yuji? He gives in every fucking time.
It infuriates Sukuna that brat never puts you in your place.
The kid is too pussy-whipped to see the truth—that he has a filthy, devious lil whore on his hands, just begging to be turned out and used like a proper fucktoy.
Sukuna stifles a groan, resisting the urge to tilt his head back when he feels your soft fingers trail down and gently cup his heavy sack.
You fondle him, teasing, while your mouth works lower over his cock. Your hand pumps the base as your tits press around the shaft, your lips stretching to take him deeper.
He can’t let this go on.
He won’t be undone by you.
Your brattiness entertains him—but his pride won’t allow you to hold the upper hand for long.
Taking control over the situation, both his hands clutched the back of your skull keeping your mouth on his cock as he stands.
Then—one rough thrust of his hips—
He slams his cock up next to your tonsils.
You gag immediately, choking as your hands scramble for leverage against his thighs but there was still plenty of your slick left from earlier causing you to lose your grip and lurch forward.
The motion forces you to take him to the hilt, your jaw stretched painfully wide. Tears spill down your cheeks as his cock fills your throat, leaving barely any room to breathe.
“Now, now, silly whore.” Sukuna chides, watching you flail weakly against him.
“You were so eager to suck on this cock a minute ago, show me how well your throat can take it too.”
Your throat—stretched raw and helpless—is being fucked without mercy, your face is shoved deeper into his crotch causing his course pubic hair to scratch at your cheeks and the and the pungent scent of his arousal floods your nostrils.
Combined with the lack of oxygen, it makes your head spin.
You croak out a moan as you gag even harder on his cock.
The vibrations travel down his shaft, and Sukuna growls, driving himself deeper with a brutal thrust, stuffing more of his length into your already-overstretched throat.
Your jaw aches like hell—but it’s nothing compared to the jealous ache in your weepy cunny.
Your pussy flares with phantom need, syncing up with every vicious thrust into your mouth, like your body’s begging to be filled again.
The roughness only turns you on more.
Trying to ease the pressure, your nails dig into his hips instead—scratching red welts into his skin as your body instinctively claws at him.
“Take it, woman. Swallow it all like a good little fuckdoll. Don’t spill a drop.”
Sukuna's snarl wraps around you just as his cock pulses violently in your throat. A few more deep thrusts—and he comes.
His curses spill into the air as hot ropes of cum shoot down your throat, filling you as it warms its way down into your belly.
Sukuna doesn’t let go of you until he feels your throat milk the very last drop from him.
When he finally rips you off his cock you are collapsing onto the floor, coughing hard, spit and seed dripping from your lips as you gasp for air.
Despite all your earlier bravado, you weren’t ready—not for the size, not for the depth, and definitely not for the overwhelming heat and weight of him as he spilled his essence inside your tummy.
“Brats like you never follow instructions properly, do they?” Sukuna sneers.
You want to flip him off for nearly suffocating you—but all you manage is a sharp glare as your hands rub at your throat, trying to soothe the sting.
“Tch. Cumming just from getting your face fucked—and without permission, too?” Sukuna scoffs, that smug grin spreading across his face. “You still don’t deserve any dick.”
You stare up at Sukuna in disbelief, your brows knitting together. “Y‑You’re kidding me,” you cough out, voice hoarse.
As far as you’re concerned, you’ve more than earned it.
Sukuna chuckles at your reaction.
Manspread and seated once again on the bed, he pumps his cock slowly as he gives you a once-over.
He’s made an utter mess of you.
Stray strands of your disheveled hair cling to tear-streaked cheeks. Cum dribbles down from the corners of your mouth and chin, and every attempt to wipe it only smears it worse across your face. Your chest heaves, glistening with sweat and whatever else he’s coated you in, while that disobedient pussy of yours is leaking a wet spot onto the floor where you sit.
Just filthy.
He could deny you further if he wanted.
Tease you longer.
Make you beg.
He knows how much you hate that—which only makes that much more delicious.
But denying you would also mean denying himself.
You rose to the challenge of sucking him off with such filthy enthusiasm that it’s making him impatient now—to see you ruin yourself even more on his cock.
And his cock, twitching harder as he watches your sullied form, clearly agrees.
“Slut, if that nasty pussy of yours want to cum on my cock, she’s going to have to fuck herself on it.” Sukuna says, shifting back on the bed to fully recline, eyes never leaving you.
You nod silently, your voice still too raw to answer.
It’s not the position he usually has you in—Sukuna likes you face-down, ass up, bent to his will—but if this is a punishment, you’ll take it.
Gladly.
You’d take any position, so long as it ends with his cock inside you.
Crawling over his massive frame, you straddle him, letting your palms run across the taut planes of his abs. Your fingers trace the dark ink of his tattoos as your slick pussy begins to grind against the length of his cock.
The feeling is incredible.
His thick girth parts your folds, dragging perfectly against your clit and causing you to quiver with every slow, sinful grind.
“On with it already, pillow princess,” Sukuna smirks, landing a sharp slap to your ass. He wasn’t going to cum like some virgin just from you rubbing up against him.
You yelp, clenching in response. Your ass is still sore from earlier, but Sukuna never lets you enjoy anything for long—not unless it's on his terms.
“Then just lay back and let me fuck you, okay?” you snap, your brattiness flaring again.
Still, you don’t resist. You align his cock to your entrance, giving him a few pumps, coating him in your gooey slick.
A part of you fully expects him to flip you over and choke you for that backtalk—to slam you into the mattress and fuck you breathless.
But when you glance up?
He’s transfixed.
His gaze is locked onto your pussy as it slowly lowers over him, watching as your cunt attempts to swallow him whole all on her own.
“Then just fucking do it, whore,” he growls, giving your cheeks another hard smack.
Sukuna wouldn’t let you off this easily by provoking him. You were going to ride this dick, he would make sure of it.
You want to glare at him but you are too preoccupied with getting his monstrous dick inside of you and your eyes shut in concentration. Pressing yourself down onto him you only met firm resistance.
Your body was screaming at you that it wouldn’t fit even though you knew it would as it had many times in the past with him bullying it in you.
You hissed, pushing yourself down more. You hoped gravity would do its job here but you had barely gotten the head in and your tears are already flowing, the stretch was too intense, he was too thick.
“Aw… am I too much for the little brat?” Sukuna taunts lazily. “And here I thought I was going to get fucked.”
“I am,” you whine through clenched teeth.
You’re drenched. Prepped. Already stretched from his fingers. And it’s still this hard.
You lean more of your weight onto him, trying to adjust your angle—but the movement only makes his cock slip slightly back out.
“Too slow.” Sukuna snaps, firmly gripping your hips and ramming up into you.
The scream Sukuna’s cock rips out of you is raw—loud enough that it should wake the whole neighborhood, but you aren’t capable of thinking about anything other than Sukuna splitting you open right now.
His blunt tip slams deeper inside you, knocking straight into your cervix. Your back violently arches as all the breath is stolen from your lungs, your vision goes dark for a moment as your body reels from the force of it.
Trembling, you fall forward onto his tattooed chest, too much, too fast, of what you’ve been begging for all night hits you all at once.
Your walls fiercely clamp around Sukuna’s length, squeezing so tight his dick felt it might snap off. He couldn’t stop the growl that echoes from his throat at the intensity.
“Shit bitch—did you just cum again!?”
“S’your f-fault,” you slur with a breathy sigh, wiping drool from your chin.
Pushing yourself upright, you shakily begin to swivel your hips, grinding on Sukuna in a slow circular wine.
Your whole body buzzes from the orgasm. You’re overly sensitive—but it’s still not enough.
You need more.
Leaning back, you grip his thighs for support and pick up your pace as you recover, until you’re rocking hard against him.
The angle has you taking him fully, each movement dragging him through you. You’re putting on a show without even realizing it, and Sukuna watches, drinking in the sight of you falling apart on his cock.
Your tits bounce wildly with every motion while your cunt greedily sucks him in deeper, ignoring the sting of the stretch in favor of the pleasure flooding through you.
“That’s it, brat. Use that filthy pussy of yours to gobble up this dick.”
Your eyes rolled back into your head as more obscenities spilled forth from him. It only made you hornier and you could feel him start to move in tandem with you, his hands leaving your hips and finding their way to your breasts, pinching your nipples harshly.
“Mmm shit, t-too good, t-ooo good”, y you groan, the sensation pulling another gush from you that slicks his cock, creating a white ring of fluids at his base
–Sukuna grits his teeth and adjusts his hips, thrusting up into you deeper.
Watching him beneath you—seeing the pleasure written across his face because of what you’re doing—sends a surging rush of power through your body. Sitting up straighter, your hands slide over his as they clutch at your breasts before settling on his forearms for balance.
Each thrust makes your pussy flutter. Every nerve feels lit on fire.
You’re not just playing with fire.
You’re dancing in it.
And it makes you feel higher than anything ever has.
Fucking him like this had to be a drug.
You would probably still hate him and yourself in the morning but right now you were his greedy lil’ whore and you wanted him to give you even more.
“I—I—I w‑wan‑t…” you start, but the words fall apart as your focus slips. You’re drifting again, pleasure threatening to swallow you whole, but you still have one more thing you want before you go over the edge, one more trick up your sleeve.
“Yes? Use your words, brat. Tell your King what his lil’ slut wants.” Sukuna purrs.
He sounds teasing enough, but the strain in his voice is unmistakable.
You lean into him, your chest pressed against his as continues fucks into you his fingers digging into the plush flesh of your ass
“K-kuna… d‑daddy… y‑your tongue… k‑kiss me,” you coo, putting on your sweetest, most pitiful babyface as you pout down at him, silently begging him to indulge you.
His eyes flash as you catch him completely off guard and tighten your legs around him just as he suddenly sits up.
Sukuna’s hand snaps around your neck again—but his hips never stop moving, fucking up into you..
Your eyes widen, not in fear—but excitement.
The thrill of pushing him, of testing how far you can go, sends a shiver down your spine. The danger of it all is intoxicating.
The air was heavy with the smell of your sweat and sex. You lean into the hand at your throat, smiling faintly as your fingers trail over Sukuna’s arm—almost as if you’re inviting him to squeeze tighter.
Audacious.
Do you really get off on edging death? Sukuna could kill you now with the mere twitch of his muscle.
The urge to actually snap your neck rising hot and sudden in his chest.
You took liberties with him that he would have killed his concubines for without a second thought back in his day. But as much as he mocked, taunted and called you all manners of whore, you were no concubine.
You were a sorcerer, much weaker than him of course, but a strong one nonetheless.
One that he had either since turned into sex-crazed whore who had developed a death wish kink…
…Or one that he had severely underestimated and was far more manipulative than he gave you credit for.
One who would do or say anything to provoke him into giving you what you wanted.
Truthfully you were all of those things.
He could punish you later but Sukuna would not deny you at this moment. It’s absolutely sinful how you would whore yourself to him, completely forgetting about Yuji as soon as he was in your guts.
Sukuna loosens his grip on your neck only to seize your jaw, pulling you closer.
“Open.”
You obey immediately, parting your lips and sticking out your tongue.
The second Sukuna tilts your head back you feel his spit land at the back of your throat.
“Swallow.”
You’re already doing it before the word fully leaves his mouth, savoring the taste of his thick heady fluids before sticking your tongue back out to show him you’ve taken it all.
“Good girl.” he mutters—and then his mouth crashes into yours.
The kiss is brutal, your teeth clashing as he devours your tongue, his lips rough and demanding. Even this is dangerous—his sharp canines nick your flesh, and you taste blood as it flows into his mouth.
You feel him groan into you as he drinks your spilled blood eagerly, nipping and sucking on your tongue, savoring the flavor. Not realizing how little air you’ve had until he finally pulls back, your blood smeared across his lips.
Sukuna chuckles at the dazed look on your face as you hang onto his shoulders. When you finally manage to inhale, you lean back in, your tongue sliding across his lips to taste yourself there.
“M-more…w-wanna c-cum Kuna daddy.” you mewl against his lips.
“More?” he muses, eyes glinting mischievously. “Not sure if daddy’s bratty baby can handle it.”
Sukuna’s breath fans across your face as kisses you again, rough and hungry.
One hand moves behind you—
And the next sensation hits you like a shockwave. The mouth on his palm opening and it’s tongue diving directly into your asshole.
You cry out as your body instinctively presses closer to him. The kiss breaks as you bury your face in his neck, trying to escape the overwhelming sensation and keep his tongue from going deeper.
However, that only gives the mouth on his stomach better access. The devious grin on his torso widens as its thick tongue laps at your clit while Sukuna continues to fuck up into you.
“Don’t run from this, slut,” Sukuna grunts against your ear, the smirk audible in his voice. “Is this not everything you’ve been begging for?”
You had asked for more but the sensations of being fucked and sucked from both ends was making you crazy.
“Damn, so fucking tight. Gonna cum in this pussy just like this. Going to breed her, you’d like that wouldn’t you, whore?”
Sukuna’s taunts travel through your ears and straight to your cunt.
His free hand came up to yank your head back for your response but you could barely keep your eyes opened and focused on him.
“Uh‑h… uh‑huh…” you nod weakly, the only sounds you can manage dissolving into incoherent babble.
You’ve never felt your senses assaulted like this. Every nerve in your body feels like it’s on the verge of combusting. The heat inside you spreads everywhere, turning your entire body hypersensitive.
“Cum for me baby girl”, he whispers into your neck mockingly as he bites down enough to draw blood.
Your chest tightens as your stomach flutters.Your body betrays you completely.
Every trick you’ve tried on him tonight has backfired.
Every time you push him, he pushes back harder. Returns your energy 10 times more.
And you realize, finally, you’re never going to win this game.
The pathetic part is you don’t even know if you hate him for it… or are love-in with him.
Any sane thought you had is long gone. All that’s left is the overwhelming need for him to finish inside you, to fill you completely.
Claim you as his.
Sukuna swallows your scream as another crushing orgasm tears through you. Your body jerks violently against him, trembling from head to toe as the pleasure crests and spills over.
Your mind goes blank.
You collapse forward against him, tapping out as your senses fade into darkness.
You’re only out for a moment.
When you come back to yourself, you realize he’s moved you onto the bed. You’re on your stomach now, and he’s shifting behind you.
“I’ve fucked you stupid,” Sukuna chuckles. “Just look at you. Half unconscious and that pussy is still quivering for more.”
You can only grumble at him as your whole body felt drained of both your fluids and your energy.
“Hands and Knees.” Sukuna orders, not giving a fuck about you being tired. He let you have your fun, now it was time for his.
“5 minutes Daddy pleasssseeee” you slur, you can’t possibly take any more of him at this moment, you think you might actually break no matter how badly your treacherous pussy is screaming for more.
“Fuck no. Hands and knees slut. It's gonna take more than one load to knock that greedy cunt up.”
You groan. Your limbs feel like liquid, useless beneath you. You can’t push yourself up with your arms.
So you turn your head to the side, resting it on the pillow, and lift your hips into the air instead. Your hands reach back, spreading your messy pussy lips open for him.
Sukuna whistles softly at the sight of you open, his cum dribbling out of you.
“Look at you.”
His hand comes down in a sharp smack, and you whine at the sting.
“Need fuck this cum back into you and fill you up again.” Sukuna’s evil laughter fills the room as he positions himself behind you, lining himself up once more.
His heavy hand landed with a smack against your puffy pussy for emphasis. You whine as the slap causes your mixed fluids to spurt out of you, squirting down your sex and onto the bed.
Plowing into you once more Sukuna blesses you with the toe curling backshots you’ve learned to crave and causing you to come undone once again over his cock as he fucked you senseless over and over.
Sukuna only pauses after this fourth load, you in prone-bone now, flat on your stomach—only able to moan and gush more as he uses you just as you wanted.
You’re barely conscious. Sukuna’s speaking but… not to you? You’re confused and then your blood turns absolutely icy at The Curse King’s next words that crush you.
“See, Yuji?” Sukuna says darkly. “When I told you I could breed your bratty pillow princess into an obedient cum dump… I meant that.”
𝓪𝓷: lol this is like a trip down memory lane. honestly i want to write more fics about sorcerer reader trying to date sukuna in yuji body lmfao, not like cheating next time but just like dating them both jsdfbjhsd. like what if sukuna had decided to just live on inside yuji? how would they both pull bithes hjfsbhdkkfhbhjvsd. thots to ponder lol.
𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼? then please 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 or 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠! you can also join my gen. 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 or contribute to the 𝐛𝐢𝐦𝐛𝐨$𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐝.
SYNOPSIS : Gojo Satoru doesn’t do relationships. You knew that from the start. Six months of late-night calls and empty beds later, you’re still foolish enough to believe you might be different. But when loving him starts to feel like losing yourself, you’ll have to decide: keep fighting for someone who won’t fight back, or finally walk away from the only person who ever made you want to stay…
Better yet, you’ll play his game and start a war—one where neither of you will come out unscathed.
I just spent all day reading this and honestly THIS IS THE BEST THING IVE EVER READ OMFG THE FUCKING ANGST HITS SO FUCKING GOOD 😩 CANT WAIT FOR MORE FR!
