Summary: You gave up yourself to the god of war to save your village. He hasn't done anything wrong, but you still gripe about the whole situation. What happens when you push him a little too hard?
You tended your garden peacefully in the early morning sun. You cared for these plants as if they were your children, from your bat flowers to cupcake blushes to your eucalyptus tree that was in full bloom, its flowers looking like bright red fireworks hanging in the air. You were proud of your selection, looking far and wide for these particular plants and others that were not native in your lands. You pulled a few weeds out then strolled over to your pond, watching the koi fish swim in lazy circles before feeling a heavy presence behind you. You rolled your eyes, pretending not to notice as you bent down to give the fish some food, crooning slightly when you had a whole group in front of you.
It wasn’t until you saw Sukuna’s reflection in the pond and you accidentally made eye contact with him that you internally groaned. You lifted your robes up, walking over the stones inside the pond to put more space between you and the brute. When you got to the other side you strolled over to your favorite plant of all, the aged pomegranate tree. It was there well before you, and without a doubt well after you, but you found solace in knowing that something will never change.
You pulled out a dagger from inside your sleeves and plucked the fruit from the tree, one that was heavy and looked like it was about to drop itself and sliced it carefully, cutting out the membrane to delicately pick out the seeds, popping them in your mouth and moaning softly at the taste. Just as you were to get to the other half it was pulled out from your hand, and you stared blankly into the space before whipping around to face the open chest of your husband .
“What do you not understand about space ?” You growled.
“Careful, human, I gifted you all of this but I’m not afraid to take it all back,” Sukuna said, dropping the whole pomegranate half in his mouth. He was wearing his robes carelessly. The only thing it was covering was his legs as it hung from his waist, but the sleeves loosely hung around his shoulders, exposing his chest and stomach and all the black markings made on them.
“I think it is only fair since you also ripped me away from my family,” you turned back around and hunted for a new fruit.
“Ripped you away? You offered yourself up to me. Begged me to take you, prayed to me, even,” he purred. You looked at him through the corner of your eye and saw that he was smirking at you. His lower arms were crossed as his top hands wiped away the juice tracking down his face. His eyes never left yours as he sucked the sweetness off of his fingers. You clutched the bow string across your chest tightly.
“It was the only thing I could do. They were killing my people.” “They” being the overbearing village that was determined to become a kingdom, killing anyone who didn’t abide by their new laws. You thought that your village was small enough that they would overlook it, but you were wrong. After hearing what they had done to sister towns you made a temple to Sukuna, asking for strength, begging for forgiveness, bargaining yourself , doing anything that you thought would help. You didn’t think the god was actually listening to you, no would he take you up on your offer.
“And I aided your cause, didn’t I?” Even his stomach was smiling at you and you had to repress your gags.
“I didn’t tell you to kill them all!”
“What else would I have done?”
What else would I have done ? That question echoed around in your head and without thinking you drew your bow on the god. It was a thoughtless comment from someone who doesn’t value life. All four of his eyes trained on your carefully, a small smirk pulled at his lips.
“You could’ve just protected my people,” you seethed. “Trained them, gave them your knowledge, anything else, really. Now I have unnecessary blood on my hands.”
“If you wanted them to learn how to fight you could’ve taught them yourself or ask that other god, Tobi? No, Toji,” he corrected. He eyed your stance and scoffed. “You may be the best soldier your village has to offer, but do you really think you can take down the likes of me?” All of Sukuna’s arms were down and braced for fighting. You watched as his black nails slowly grew sharper out of his hand and his stomach tongue lolled out of its mouth as it did something that resembled a leer. His knees were bent slightly and he was slowly reaching his full size, and now you were staring at the gleaming fangs of an eight foot tall monster.
“It would be an honorable way to die, trying to kill you.”
“I wouldn’t let you die. I would bring you to the brink of death, but then pull you back, over and over again, till you’re half as good as me. I wouldn’t take just anybody as a bride.”
“So I should be flattered?”
“Yes.” You shot an arrow right by his ear, the steel tip whistled past his lobe, but Sukuna didn’t even blink. Instead, his grin grew wider.
“Why not aim for my eye? Don’t want to hurt your husband?”
“Fuck you,” you spewed.
“I will, after we deal with whatever this is right now.”
You pulled another arrow out from your pack and aimed it directly to his eye, the side with bark covering half of his face, and let go. He caught it, of course, but you weren’t done, letting a volley of arrows fly until he no longer had arms to catch them. The arrows that he did catch were stuck to his palms because you modified your weapon to have thorns down the shaft.
Sukuna’s hands were bloodied as he tried to pull them out but they were stuck in his skin, and from there you took the chance to run up to him and slice his arm with your short sword, but you were stopped by his other tongue wrapping around your arm and halting your movements. The sliminess of the muscle made you falter, and from there Sukuna wrapped both of your wrists in one hand and slammed your back into the tree. He raised up to his eye level and pushed his knee between your legs, causing your robes to ride up and your legs were exposed to the cool air.
“I find it hard to believe that you made such a simple mistake. Perhaps you wanted me to hold you like this?”
You spit in his face when he got too close and everything stilled. Your heart was beating loudly in your ear, your chest heaving as you thought about what would happen. He actually wasn’t that horrible of a husband to you for the two weeks you have been here. You were just tired of him constantly trailing behind you, because he was infuriatingly tall and buff, blocking out the sun if he was in your view. Or maybe it was the fact you missed your family, and by the contract you weren’t allowed to see them anymore. Or maybe, just maybe, you were ashamed of your attraction to him. You heard the stories of Sukuna, god of war and bloodshed, who tears his enemies apart by the neck and drinks their blood, not because it gave him nutrients but because he wants to. Some say he went back and killed the Devil, his maker, over a petty disagreement. You should be terrified of him, but instead you touched yourself in the confinements of your room late at night, feeling aroused like you did right now, growing wet on top of his knee and ever so slightly rolling your hips over it.
Nothing goes unnoticed by Sukuna, and his eyes darted over your body and smirked.
“I think you like to see me angry. Nobody has ever fucked you like you needed it, right?”
You were too prideful to grant him an answer, but he didn’t need your verbal confirmation. He could smell the change in your pheromones and hear the wetness between your folds. He lifted his knee higher to press directly against your clit and used his other hand to hold your face close to his. You weren’t even sure which eyes to look at because all of them were trained on you.
“Go on, pleasure yourself.” He grabbed your hip with his third hand and rocked you back and forth over his own robe, but it did nothing to soften the firm muscles lying beneath it. He kept guiding your hips until you were doing it yourself, your eyes filled with tears because he still didn’t let go of your face, and you were embarrassed to see him wanting to watch you fall apart up close. Sukuna carefully noted your facial expressions, how your bottom lip quivered and your eyebrows knitted together as you got closer, how your gasps changed pitch as you twitched around his thigh. You squeezed your eyes shut just as your orgasm began to crest over you just for it to be torn away by Sukuna dropping his knee down. You let out a frustrated groan but he held you up against the tree with his arms then kissed you.
His tongue violated all corners of your mouth, just to go farther and venture down your throat. Spit was dripping down your face as your hands flailed above you but it did not deter him. At the same time his other tongue went under your robes to lick the rest of your arousal off of the inside of your thighs, making a shiver run up your spine. You moaned into his mouth and you felt his sharp teeth graze over your lips.
“Sukuna,” you gasped. Sukuna looked down at you and licked his lips while looking at yours. They were shiny with spit and swollen, adding even more volume to your already full lips. Sukuna carefully put you on your feet but caged you between his arms.
“I won’t have our first time on a tree,” he said but cocked his head. “Unless that is what you want?”
You pushed him away and stomped out of the garden, leaving Sukuna chuckling to himself as you made your way back to your home. You didn’t know what you more upset about, the fact that your orgasm was stolen from you or that you would’ve let him fuck you on the tree without any complaints. You saw how hard he was through his robes, yet he had shown more restraint than you had. While you silently fumed you were suddenly lifted up into the air, now sitting on Sukuna’s shoulder.
“Sukuna, put me down at once!” He heeded your command and dropped you, only to catch you with his other set of arms. Your short descent left you breathless, but now Sukuna held your legs to his waist as he took long strides towards the house. You could feel his dick pressed against your sex and tried not to moan. You glanced up at his face and there was no emotion to it until his lower eye looked down at you.
“I can no longer restrain myself. Say that you don’t want this.”
To the surprise of no one you did not say anything, and before you knew it you were in Sukuna’s bedroom. It was a large space, the walls looking as though the place had been carved out of the stone, his bedding various shades of black and red, and he carelessly tossed you on top of the bed before stripping down himself. You tried to remove your own clothing but he gave you a harsh glare that froze you.
“I want to undress you,” he pulled your ankle towards him.
“I am not a helpless maiden,” you grumbled, but you opened your legs to him and he ran his hands up your thighs, lifting your robes until they gathered at your waist. He then tugged at your ties holding your clothing together, making it pool around you on the bed. Sukuna’s eyes traced over your body hungrily. Your skin was deep in tone and rich in color, and your coils that frame your face invited him in. You tried to cover your hardening nipples and your dripping sex but he pulled your arms away and kissed you again, crawling and maneuvering you until your body laid flush on top of his, your legs barely able to wrap around his waist.
“Let me taste you,” he mumbled into your neck, and before you could question what he said you felt his second tongue slide through your folds and slip inside your sex. Your gasp was swallowed by Sukuna putting his mouth back on yours. Both tongues worked against you and you could feel your first orgasm hurtling towards you. To make matters worse Sukuna made another mouth appear in the palm of his hand, which he used to bite your nipple. You were trembling against Sukuna, two hands now worked on your nipples while the other hands kept you firmly on his tongue, which was rapidly switching from fucking you and toying with your clit. You pulled your mouth away from Sukuna just enough to cry out his name as you came around him, the stimulation from his four mouths all over your body proving to be too much to bear, and still he swallowed your moans with his kiss again.
“So sensitive,” he mused, trailing his nail down your spine. You were still shaking from your orgasm and didn’t notice him laying you on your back, spreading your legs wide so that no part of you was hidden from him. You took a few shuddering breaths before opening your eyes to see him stroking his length leisurely. You gathered what little strength you had left to rest on your elbows to really look at him.
“Sukuna,” you panted. “There is no way that can go inside of me.”
“Why not?”
You watched his precum drip down his dick before raising a brow at him. “The only way it would fit is if I were to whittle it down with my knife,” you threatened. Sukuna let out a low chuckle but loomed over you. One pair of arms held your waist still while the others held him up on either side of your head. Despite the dim candles scattered around the room and the stray streams of light escaping the curtains, you could clearly see Ryoumen’s eyes. They were no longer scanning your body, but focused on your face as well. Would you dare to think that there were drops of real affection in his gaze?
Sukuna dipped his head to suck on your nipple, putting his palm over the other to gently teeth on it, and brought his third hand to your clit to rub it in tight circles. You hissed under the pressure, tears welling in your eyes as your hands flew to his hair to hold him close.
“You sharpen your tongue against me with nearly every word you say, but now they are nothing but your sweet moans filling the room,” he hummed. “Tell me,” he paused when you let out another wail because Sukuna lowered his nails and plunged his fingers deep inside your sex. “Do you get more aroused when you throw your insults at me? Do you want to see me angry?”
“I don’t want anything to do with you,” you said through clenched teeth.
“Oh? Should I stop then?” You felt him draw his hands away from your body and you pulled him back to you. “No! No, just… keep going,” you mumbled, interlacing your fingers together at the back of his neck. Your heels rested on his hip bone, and you cried out again when he curled his fingers against your g-spot, making your vision go black around the edges. Sukuna slithered his tongue from the hollow of your neck all the way to the lobe of your ear, then tugged it with his teeth.
“Tell me what you want,” he breathed into you, still tracing your ear with his tongue. Your orgasm was about to consume you again, and your answer came out in fractured sentences.
“I- I can’t,” you shook your head. “I don’t- I don’t know!”
“I need an answer, human,” he licked the side of your face, savoring the saltiness of your tears. Sukuna felt your legs begin to shake again and sped up his fingers and used another tongue to tease your clit. Sobs wracked your body when you came again, your back arching off the bed and Sukuna held a hand against it to keep you raised and pressed kisses into your chest.
“Do what you want with my body,” you heaved. “Whatever you want.”
“Whatever I want?” He looked down at you while licking his hand clean. Your pussy fluttered around nothing as you watched him, because it was the same look he had when he licked the juice of the pomegranate earlier in the garden.
“I don’t like repeating myself, you ogre.”
“You’re going to regret saying that,” he rumbled, flipping you over to your stomach. He grabbed various pillows to rest your stomach on, and the Sukuna pushed your back to keep it at a steep arch. He ran his hands over the planes of your body, his palms sucking and biting your flesh at random, and his nails were out again, tugging at skin around your waist as he pulled you closer to him.
Sukuna dragged his dick between your ass to hear your moan. He teased the tip on the puckered hole but did not push further, wanting to save it for another time. Your sex was practically dripping, your arousal coating the inside of your thighs and dampening the bedding. You pushed your hips back to him to urge him along faster. He chuckled at your eagerness and then pushed past your entrance with little restraint due to your two orgasms. You bit the sheets below you as he stretched you beyond comparison. Sukuna was slowly losing his composure. He wanted to ease you into his size, but your velvet walls sucked him in deeper, making it impossible to take it easy as he had planned.
You had your hand outstretched in front of you, grabbing the sheets and pulling them close as Sukuna continued to ram harder into you as the seconds went by. You have pulled the entire bedding to your chest now but he was still unrelenting. Your hand clawed the bare mattress and Sukuna bent over your to grab it with his own, interlacing his fingers through the back of your hand.
“I think you should learn your manners,” he said low in your ear. “I am not some man you can talk to without discretion. We are married now. Show some respect.” Sukuna never stopped fucking you as he pulled your arm back and breast swung from the motion. Your already sensitive nipples grazed over the bedding, adding to the overstimulation you were experiencing. Sukuna held both of your hands to your back with one hand and trailed a sharp nail right over your ass.
“Maybe I should carve my name here,” he murmured. “Or here,” he traced down your spine, pressing down hard enough to break the skin. “Or here,” he pulled you closer to his stomach to grab the breast over your heart to fill his hand, sinking his nails into the pliant flesh. You cried out in pain and blood dripped down his fingers. He held the bloodstained hand up to your neck and angled your head to stick his tongue down your throat again. Sukuna pulled away to see a line of spit from his lips to yours. You already came around him, your pussy becoming the tightest vice he has ever encountered, but he was far from finished with you. Your eyes were wide and dazed so he pulled out and carefully laid you back on the bed before taking you on your side.
In this position he had his large hand that could wrap around itself on your neck the whole time, squeezing it at intervals to make you come over again. He had your leg lifted while snapping his hips upward, the concern for your sex slipping further to the back of his mind the longer he spent . Sukuna was determined to mold your insides to the shape of him. He let go of your throat and gagged your mouth with his fingers after he shortened his nails, and the rest of his hands bit and sucked all of your body. There was no part of your being that wasn’t tainted by Sukuna’s touch. You have given up words long ago, resorting to hisses and groans like a woman possessed. The haze that covered your mind was momentarily raised when you felt something wet pressed against your asshole.
“Uhn,” you tried to speak, but Sukuna’s fingers were still in your mouth. You weren’t scared, but you never had anyone in there before.
“You can handle it, I’m sure,” he growled before the tongue from his abdomen squeezed its way inside of you. You unexpectedly came again, biting down on Sukuna’s fingers so hard that you had a metallic taste fill your mouth. Sukuna chuckled at the tingling pain, removing his fingers to suck the blood off before putting the hand back on your neck. The other tongue took no time to move as fast as Sukuna, but it was easier to handle since it was salivated. It was a strange feeling indeed. It was not hard like Sukuna’s dick, but folding upon itself once it was inside of you, feeling parts that no one should ever touch. Sukuna was everywhere all at once, completely flooding your senses and you could do nothing but shake around him. At some point he turned you back to your stomach, pressing a palm down in between your shoulder blades to keep you from moving. You kept your face to the side and saw the sheets covered in blood, mainly your blood, and turned to lift your head from the mattress. You lurched forward as Sukuna put more weight on you and leaned into your ear.
“Please,” you whispered. You could hear Sukuna smiling, then he shifted his hips to hit your g-spot directly. Sukuna and the tongue moved in alternating thrusts that only muddled your mind further. Sukuna used his nail to scrape one of your nipples and your head dropped back into the bed, your toes curling from another impending orgasm.
“What were you saying,my little wife? I couldn’t hear you,” Sukuna taunted. He stuck his tongue inside of your ear, then harshly bit the skin around it to make you cry out. He put a hand in your curls and lifted your head up to speak to you.
“Maybe next time you’ll think twice before talking to me anyhow, right?”
Your breath was filled with moans every other exhale but Sukuna pulled your head back until you answered him.
“ Yess ! I– I’ll be careful, Sukuna,” you gasped. Sukuna wrapped his hand around your throat once more to close your airways for a few seconds before letting go. A heady feeling swirled in your head as air rushed back into your lungs and you heard Sukuna’s voice float around you.
“Swear on it?”
“I swear!” You would promise him the moon if he asked for it.
“Call me Ryoumen,” he purred, and you came so hard you were pretty sure you blacked out. Ryoumen rambled about you giving him an heir that would be the world’s greatest soldier as he came inside of you, spurt of spurt of come filling you up and spilling on the bed, and you just laid there, too tired to make a comment, then realizing that you couldn’t. Your throat was sore from crying so hard, and your body was too heavy to move on your own. Ryoumen slowly pulled out from you, first his tongue, then his dick. When he completely removed himself you could feel his come pouring out of you, and his tongue made a long stripe from clit to slit to clean it up, sending a new wave of shocks throughout your body.
“Sukunaaa, please,” you begged, weakly throwing your hand back to swat him away. He gathered you into his arms and placed a tender kiss on your forehead that sent butterflies in a frenzy in your stomach. You kept your eyes closed and felt him move you to the washroom where there was already a warm water bath waiting for the both of you. Ryoumen carefully dipped you inside before settling behind you.
“I thought I told you to call me Ryoumen?”
You took a peek at him over your shoulder. His arms were stretched over the stone ledge of the bath, which was made with obsidian and the trim painted gold. Ryoumen rested his head over one hand while the lower arms were crossed. His pink hair was damp and stuck to his forehead instead of its usual spiked style.
“Well, Ryoumen, we are going to have to change the water soon. You are still leaking out of me,” you snapped. Ryoumen raised an eyebrow at you and you immediately mumbled “sorry”.
“We can do that later. Rest first.”
You nodded and faced forward, splashing water on yourself until you were pulled back into Ryoumen’s chest. You were stiff until pieces of prior events flashed in your mind, reminding you that he has been inside of you in almost every orifice, then you slowly relaxed yourself into him. Ryoumen tugged on one of your curls before dropping his hand on your shoulder then dragging it to your neck, then jaw, to pull you into a kiss. Once again your stomach did somersaults, and you were surprised at how soft he could be if he chose to.
He pulled away and licked his lips before flashing you a fanged smile.
“Wife.”
“Husband?”
Ryoumen leaned back with a content look. You were confused with the sudden name game, but decided to let it go as a wave of fatigue crashed into your body. You laid against his body, falling asleep to his breathing and the small circles he made on your hip.
Goretober Day #12! Prompt taken from @tricotee (Extra Limbs/Eyes). Tongues count as limbs right? Anywho this was totally just mouth practice and not for *coughs* anyotherreason 🙃
