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❝ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠᴇ❞

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a season of ❝ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴs ❞

desire hidden inside teasing. control slipping slowly through someone’s fingers. attraction that feels instinctive before it feels logical.

lingering stares. rough hands. tension thick enough to make silence feel dangerous.

nothing here stays innocent for long.

that’s the point.

like wanting something you probably shouldn’t.

synopsis: you don’t even remember how you ended up among the highest-ranking courtesans. it has been years since you first arrived at the temple. over time, you built a certain relationship with sukuna. you were one of the few people who could look him straight in the eye — and he liked that.

tags: porn with a little plot, temple era vibes, courtesan reader, mutual obsession (kinda), power imbalance romance, royal court corruption energy, monster x human dynamic, true form sukuna X f!reader, heian era sukuna

tw: sexual themes, power imbalance, explicit sexual content, domination, possession themes, implied coercion dynamics, degradation, overstimulation, non-consensual undertones (heian-era sukuna dynamic), graphic sexual imagery, breeding themes, obsessive behavior

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ: sᴜᴋᴜɴᴀ ʀʏᴏ̄ᴍᴇɴ

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❝ᴄᴏᴜʀᴛᴇsᴀɴ❞

the doors to sukuna's chambers burst open so violently they slammed against the walls with a deafening crack. you jolted, hot water splashing over your hand as you poured it into the bath alongside crushed herbs and oils. a sharp hiss escaped you before you glanced over your shoulder at the commotion.

"leave me the fuck alone already," sukuna snarled as he stepped inside, several attendants and servants stumbling after him like frightened shadows.

he was covered in blood. his robes were completely soaked through with it, dark crimson spreading across the expensive fabric. the dried blood on his face had begun to crack and flake from his skin. his hair was disheveled, and his crimson eyes prowled around the room like a starving beast searching for something to drink.

you knew these moods of his. these exhausted, irritable outbursts after battle.

quietly, you reached for the wine pitcher and filled a cup. you approached him carefully before offering it up with both hands.

when his eyes finally landed on you, a grin of contentment spread across his lips. that dangerous gleam returned instantly - restless, unpredictable flames flickering in his gaze.

one of his hands took the cup from you, and he drained it in a single swallow. a thin stream of red wine slipped from the corner of his mouth, soaking into the bloodied fabric beneath it.

you no longer startled around him the way you once had. you gave him time. space. you waited for his commands and moved only when he wanted you to.

the others quickly disappeared the second sukuna growled in their direction. leaving the two of you alone. his hungry stare dragged slowly across every inch of you.

that thin - almost transparent - fabric you wore. loose, delicate robes that revealed every part of you a man like sukuna ever cared to look at in a concubine. when his gaze dropped to your chest and noticed the hardened dusky peaks pressing against the fabric, he slowly licked his lips.

one strap had nearly slipped off your shoulder entirely, the rest of the silk hanging loosely against your curves. golden symbols had been painted carefully across your skin, glowing warmly beneath the candlelight. your hair rested loose over your shoulders, your tired eyes fixed on him.

he studied every detail of your face. the shape of your lips - he couldn't stop himself from wondering what they tasted like tonight. every tiny blemish. every faint smile line is carved into your skin.

he had been waiting for the moment the entire battle.

waiting to see you again. je hated leaving you here alone among the servants for too long. more than once, he'd noticed soldiers or eunuchs attempting to flirt with you.

it never failed to irritate him, and during battle his thoughts would wander back here - imagining what happened in his absence.

from above, he watched you with heavy-lidded eyes, savoring the ease of your presence. one of his massive hands lifted to your face. his thumb brushed across your cheek, leaving behind a streak of dried blood from fallen warriors.

you leaned gently into his palm and exhaled softly. "your bath is prepared," you murmured quietly, nodding toward the steaming water waiting behind you.

"undress me and help me into it," he ordered flatly.

you simply nodded before stepping closer. carefully, you began peeling away the heavy layers soaked with blood. he watched every movement you made - the softness of your touch, the confidence in your hands compared to the nervous fumbling of everyone else around him. with every layer removed, more of his enormous body revealed itself to you.

the heat radiating from him, mixed with the scent of sweat, iron, incense, and smoke, slowly consumed your senses. you removed the heavy gold jewelry decorating his body as well, letting it fall carelessly onto the floor without concern for damaging any of it.

that amused him about you. that casual disregard. he liked how much you dared to get away with. and worse - he allowed it. quietly, secretly, he adored watching your little displays unsettle the rest of the servants.

when he finally stood bare before you in all his monstrous glory, it was impossible to look away. massive. towering. built entirely from muscle, his body marked with symmetrical tattoos stretching from head to toe.

one pair of arms folded over his broad chest while the other rested lazily against his hips. his inhuman size. those sharp, starving eyes. that wicked grin.

nothing about him should've made sense - especially not the way your body gravitated toward him anyway. his overwhelming presence had consumed every corner of your mind long ago and never truly left.

"come," you said softly, motioning toward the bath before walking ahead of him. he followed.

the water rose violently once sukuna lowered the full weight of his enormous body into the bath. a satisfied breath rumbled from his chest as he settled into the heat, finally allowing his muscles to rest.

the tension slowly drained from him as he leaned his head back with quiet relief.

"wash me," he ordered shortly. you took the cloth, dipped it into the steaming water, and began wiping down his filthy skin. beneath your hands, his muscles shifted and rolled with every movement.

you cleaned away the remaining blood while carefully massaging the soreness from his body.

"what did you do all day?" he asked, feigning disinterest. you knew what he was really asking. whether someone had touched you.

spoken to you. tried anything.

"well... the usual," you sighed dramatically, a sly smile tugging at your lips behind his back. "you know how it is. let every man who passed by have his turn with me."

before you could even process what happened, one of his hands grabbed you violently and yanked you backward against him.

you stumbled straight into the bath. a startled cry escaped you as scorching water swallowed your body whole. Instinctively, you braced yourself against his chest to keep from slipping under the surface entirely.

"your sense of humor will be the reason i kill you one day," he growled directly into your face. even knowing you were joking, the mere image of another man touching you sent heat flooding through his veins.

"do not play games with me." his grip tightened around you. "you know your place. do not test the limits of my patience." he wrapped his remaining arms tightly around you, pressing you hard against his body.

his gaze lingered on your startled expression - on the way the thin fabric of your clothes clung to your skin, soaked through, revealing what little you had left to hide.

you could feel both of them - already hard - pressing against your thigh. his grip around you tightened further, so much so you were certain he could break your ribs if he wished.

you stared straight into his dark eyes and immediately began to lose yourself inside them. the weight of his presence swallowed you whole, the heat from the boiling bathwater rushing to your head.

"my fault," you admitted quietly, your voice barely above a whisper, referring to your earlier joke. you swallowed dryly, your gaze dropping for a moment from his eyes to his chest.

one of his hands caught your chin while the others repositioned you effortlessly until you were straddling him at mouth level. he pulled your face closer to his with firm insistence.

"look how obedient you become when i touch you," he purred against your skin. his warm breath washed over your face, and even through the heat of the bath, goosebumps rose across your entire body.

you felt the faint press of one of his tongues between your thighs. the sudden contact made you shiver, a breathy sound catching in your throat.

two of his hands stayed locked on your hips, holding you in place so you had no chance of escaping. his large, warm tongue slid along your soaked folds without hesitation.

he didn't ask.

he simply took.

the tip of it pressed firmly against your swollen clit, sending a sharp wave of pleasure through your entire body. a helpless sound escaped you directly into his face.

your eyes wandered desperately around the room, avoiding his piercing gaze. his last free hand slowly tugged one strap of your garment down your shoulder.

the soaked fabric slid over your skin, exposing one of your breasts. he caught it in his hand immediately, his thumb circling your nipple in slow, agonizing motions.

he deliberately avoided giving you direct stimulation, dragging the sensation out until it bordered on unbearable.

you shifted instinctively beneath him. his mouth on his lower body latched onto your clit with sudden pressure. the shock of it forced your back to arch, your eyes snapping wide toward the ceiling. he only watched you with a faint, entertained smirk.

"you people really can't take anything," he muttered, his voice low and close to your face. "i've barely touched you, and you're already falling apart. squirming like an obedient little whore."

his lips crashed into yours before you could respond. he swallowed every sound you attempted to make with his mouth. at the same time, his thumb finally pressed properly against your nipple, sending another wave of sharp pleasure through your body.

"my little obedient whore," he murmured against your kiss, possessive and satisfied.

his tongue pushed into your mouth, tasting you without mercy from every angle. his hands on your hips began to guide you against the rhythm of his movements below, dragging your body against him as if you were nothing more than something to use.

you were completely lost in him now - thought dissolving, mind emptied under the weight of his touch. you could feel yourself approaching the edge. with every slow, deliberate movement of his tongue, every press of heat against your most sensitive places, you were getting closer and closer.

"ngh-i... i'm-" you tried to speak between broken breaths and his mouth on yours. "fuck-i'm- i'm - ugh..."

"awh, look how pretty you are when you forget how to speak properly," he murmured, pulling his lips from yours only to trail them down your neck. wet, unorganized kisses turned into possessive bites, each one leaving deep red marks behind.

"try again. i know you can do it." as he spoke, his last hand moved from your chin to your other breast. no longer teasing - he pinched hard enough to make you gasp sharply.

then he began to knead both of them roughly, alternating between pressure and near-painful tugs that made your entire body jolt.

"fuuuck- " you gasped, head falling back as you gave him better access to your neck, already marked and bruised from his teeth. "i-i'm... ngh... shit... i'm close..."

"and who told you you're allowed to cum?" he hummed against your skin, amused. his mouth bit into your shoulder as if to punctuate the words.

below, his tongue slowed deliberately - shifting from rough, punishing stimulation to something softer, almost cruel in its gentleness.

every sensation became sharper, more noticeable, and impossible to escape. even his hands on your chest softened just enough to drive you insane with awareness.

"you're so well-behaved," he sighed, almost satisfied. "all tense and desperate, and still waiting for permission. look at you... so beautiful when your entire mind is just how good i make you feel."

your nipples ached from how relentlessly he had played with them. your whole body felt overstimulated, trembling, and sensitive in ways that were starting to hurt.

"beg," he growled quietly. "beg to cum."

"uh— i... fuck, oh— beg— beggin'... ngh... ahh..." you tried, but the words kept breaking apart in your throat. he knew exactly how to push you further.

"my lord, please- ngh... i'm... i'm begging..." tears welled in your eyes as your body reached its limit. you couldn't hold it anymore. every muscle in you trembled violently.

his movements suddenly softened again. the change was immediate - cruel in its precision. his tongue focused entirely on your clit and folds, slower now, deliberate, dragging every sensation out of you. after the rough intensity, even the lightest touch felt overwhelming.

his hands on your chest eased too, but that only made it worse - because now you could feel everything. you dug your nails into his shoulders, holding on as you were pulled deeper into it, letting the pleasure swallow you whole.

"you're lucky you look so pretty when i ruin you," he muttered, pulling back just enough to watch you properly. "so go on. cum. cum on my tongue. i want to swallow every last drop of you."

your face was flushed, eyes glassy with tears, lips parted in broken breaths that sounded almost like pleading music to him. and then it hit. your body clenched violently in his hold, a broken cry tearing out of you as the orgasm crashed through you without mercy.

you shook against him, completely overwhelmed by the way he dragged it out of you, watching your expression twist and unravel in real time.

"you look so pretty when you cum," he whispered hoarsely into your ear as the last waves of pleasure slowly drained out of you.

exhaustion crept up your spine and into your skull, heavy and warm. all you wanted was to close your eyes and fall asleep.

unfortunately for you, that wasn't an option.

when your senses finally returned, you were lying wet against the bed, his massive body looming over you. he studied every inch of you in silence - the way your neck was marked, the way your nipples were still swollen and flushed from how ruthlessly he had treated them.

the way you lay there so helplessly, expression dazed, simply waiting for what he would do next. you were completely swallowed by his strength and presence. you felt lost in those deep red eyes and the unpredictability of his touch.

he spread your legs apart, one pair of arms holding you firmly by the knees so you were open and exposed for him, stretched out without resistance. he had a full view of your soaked, desperate cunt, already aching for him again.

a smirk pulled at his lips as two of his fingers dragged slowly from the top, over your sensitive clit, and down to your slick, pulsing entrance.

you gasped sharply when two of his thick fingers pushed inside you without warning. with what little strength you had left, your back arched as his fingers curled inside you, pressing directly into that sensitive spot deep within.

you couldn't resist.

you just lay there, letting him take whatever he wanted. his fingers moved relentlessly - thrusting, spreading, and curling in cruel angles meant to break you open. he was preparing you for his size. he added a third finger, increasing both pressure and pace.

all you could do was moan helplessly, too far gone to form anything coherent. your half-lidded state snapped when his teeth suddenly closed around one of your nipples. you gasped sharply, your eyes snapping to him.

one of his hands was wrapped around his length, the other was buried between your bodies, while another arm held him steady as he leaned down over your chest.

he loved ruining you like this. loved the way you looked at him - desperate, pleading, already begging him to slow down even when he hadn't even truly started.

he always brought you right to the edge and held you there, refusing to let you fall until he decided you were allowed.

"such a pretty thing when your mind goes empty," he breathed against your skin, licking over your nipple before biting down again.

"look at you. your brain is fucked out already, and i haven't even properly fucked you yet. i can see how badly you want it. beg for it. beg like your pathetic little life depends on it."

"i'm begging you!" you cried out, voice breaking as another orgasm built fast and uncontrollably. "please, please, ngh... please... fuck me like your toy," you whined, fresh tears spilling down your cheeks.

he noticed it immediately - you were close again. without hesitation, he pulled his fingers out and replaced them with one of his thick lengths, driving into you in one brutal motion. full depth, instantly.

the force of it made your entire body jolt as he pushed deep enough to press against your womb, the head forcing its way through the tight resistance of your cervix.

pain and pleasure collided until you couldn't tell them apart. he leaned back slightly, spitting down onto your soaked, filthy cunt. one of his thumbs pressed against your clit, drawing slow, deliberate circles that made your vision blur.

"if you cum," he growled, "you do it on my cock. you cum like a good little human slut."

one hand wrapped around your throat as he held you still, forcing you to meet his gaze. from above, he watched himself disappear into you - the obscene bulge in your lower stomach marking every brutal inch of him.

his free hand pressed against it, pushing just to feel the way you reacted, trembling under him as your body struggled to take it.

a dark smile crossed his face as he leaned down and licked the tears off your cheeks. your broken moans filled the space between you as he kept you stretched around him.

but it still wasn't enough.

the orgasm was building again, but it wasn't enough. something in you snapped - or maybe just dissolved completely. you wanted more.

too much more.

"please," you whimpered. "both."

"both what?" he asked, voice laced with mockery. he already knew. je just wanted to hear you say it properly.

"i want both of your cocks inside me," you admitted shakily. "i want you to fill me."

"you're so greedy," he smirked. "i love when you're this gone for me." one hand left your stomach and slid lower, dragging slowly over your other entrance.

he teased you there first - slow pressure, just enough to make you tense. your entire body shivered, instinctively clenching around him already inside you.

"fuck, you're going to snap me in half," he chuckled, flexing his fingers before pushing one inside your second hole.

he began to stretch you open slowly, deliberately, preparing you for more. you hid your face in your hands for a moment, overwhelmed, embarrassed, wrecked - and still desperate for more.

"look at me," he ordered sharply. "when i'm giving you what you asked for, you look at me."

the tone alone forced your hands away. tearful eyes locked back onto his. his gaze was dark and glossy - completely consuming. it felt as if he was memorizing every part of you as you broke apart under him.

two fingers became three.

the pressure built until your body stopped resisting entirely. then the head of his dick pressed against your second entrance, you let out a broken sound, as your body was already overwhelmed beyond coherence.

he pushed in.

slowly at first - then all at once. you felt him stretch you in every direction, filling you completely. the sensation of both of them inside you at once erased every coherent thought left in your head.

everything collapsed.

your mind went blank under the rhythm he set, under the overwhelming fullness, and under him.

his hands pinned you in place, your legs thrown over his shoulders as he leaned down over you again. his lips hovered just inches from yours. you were both breathing heavily into each other's face, eyes locked - devouring, unblinking, drowning in each other.

"you're so-fuck... ngh... so fucking tight," he growled, driving into you harder than before. "i'm going to cum fast like this."

"then as long as you cum inside me, i don't care how fast it is," you said the first thing that came to your mind.

you didn't care what you were saying anymore. or doing. you were completely stripped of coherent thought, only able to take whatever he gave you.

"adorable," he sighed, catching your chin in one of his hands and forcing you to look at him.

"would you like it if i filled you up like a whore?" he murmured, possessive and sharp. "if i put a child inside you? my heir? would you like to carry my child under your heart?" his words poured over you like a claim being carved into your skin.

he couldn't get enough of the idea - of you carrying his legacy, visibly bound to him. he was obsessed with everyone seeing the person you already were.

his.

his personal obsession. his addiction.

he wanted you pregnant. he wanted you broken into something that belonged entirely to him.

"just say the word, and i'll make you my queen." that last sentence hit something deep. everything he'd said had been pushing you closer and closer to the edge, but that final claim sealed it completely.

"yesss..ngh- ...please!" you cried out, voice breaking as your orgasm hit without warning.

your body arched and trembled beneath him, waves of pleasure crashing through you while he continued his brutal rhythm, drawing it out, refusing to let it end too quickly.

and then you felt it. deep inside your body, warmth is spreading, filling you completely.

he flooded you fully with his release, forcing it deeper with every last thrust. with each movement, traces of him spilled out around him, dripping onto the soaked sheets beneath his massive bed.

when your strength finally gave out, your muscles went limp. you lay there completely spent, breathing unevenly, unable to move.

sukuna slowly pulled himself out of you, watching with quiet satisfaction as his release leaked from both of your used, overstimulated holes. with his thumb, he spread your swollen folds apart, just to watch more of it drip out of you - a slow, obscene reminder of what had just happened.

"i love watching you full like this," he murmured contently.

only then did he finally collapse beside you, pulling your exhausted body against his massive frame.

for once, his grip was not forceful - just firm, grounding. he pressed one last kiss into your hair before closing his eyes. and, for a moment, even sukuna finally let himself sleep.

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a/n: hello hello, i’m back with a new episode!! yahoo ♡

hope you guys enjoyed it as much as i enjoyed writing it 🙂‍↕️ this one was way too much