He keeps fighting you for dominance every time you try to do anything intimate
Bondage? He’s going to struggle and wriggle like crazy
Orders? Of course he’s disobeying
A slap, a spank…? Hah, he’s taunting you and saying “it didn’t even hurt, hit me harder next time”
It’s a struggle, truly a struggle. Not once can you have a peaceful, soft play. He just had to run his mouth with no filter. But fuck— you liked that power play. All of it was worth it. The punishments, the toys, your sadistic side that gets to be fulfilled in the process of earning that moment where you get him all docile and submissive. And you knew— both of you knew— that he’s deliberately playing this losing game.
To watch his snarky remarks melt into the most pathetic whimpers, that fierce gaze producing glistening tears that roll down his cheeks. Or his mind and body slowly being conquered by you, turning into a lewd mess that couldn’t do anything but beg you for more. And the reward for every successful taming? Watching him all dazed and blushing uncharacteristically so, heaving because you were so rough he couldn’t breath. It was truly a wonderful sight.
“Such a dumb, stupid toy… always starting this meaningless fight. You just want to make me angry, don’t you?” You’d say, degrading him with insults that makes him snap back, yet also makes him shudder in ecstasy. He was so down bad.
“I don’t care ‘bout you getting angry, I just want a good time. And your normal self is way too boring—ahhNghh ♡” …and another slap, leaving behind a red imprint on his skin. No matter what he said, his face didn’t lie, and this bastard was smirking at you so annoyingly.
Guess this time, your objective will be to make him eat his own words and beg you for forgiveness ♥︎
Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, Degradation ,Praise kink, Overstimulation, Squirting, AGAIN LOTS OF SQUIRTING, Dominant Reader, Teasing, Begging, Humiliation, Brat Taming.
featured: sukuna.r , higuruma. h, nanami.k
part 2
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Higuruma was mid-sentence the moment you spread his thighs.
“I’ve analyzed the clitoral network and the— mmh— the supposed G-spot sensitivity, but I highly doubt it’s going to—”
Your tongue licked a long, slow stripe from his dripping hole up to his swollen clit, cutting him off cleanly.
“Shhh, baby,” you cooed softly against his pussy. “No more courtroom talk tonight. You’re gonna be a good boy and let me make you feel good, okay?”
You sucked his clit gently between your lips. Higuruma’s breath hitched.
“But the literature says— ah— the build-up is usually gradual, not this— fuck— not this immediate—”
“Good boy,” you praised warmly, pushing two fingers deep into his tight, wet heat. “Listen to how nicely you’re taking my fingers already. You’re doing so well, Hiromi. Such a perfect, pretty pussy clenching around me.”
Higuruma’s hand gripped your hair tighter. “This sensation is… unusually intense. I’m not sure I can— nngh— maintain coherent thought if you keep— ah!”
You curled your fingers firmly against his front wall and flicked your tongue rapidly over his clit.
“There we go,” you murmured lovingly. “No thinking. Just feeling. You’re so beautiful when you’re falling apart like this. My smart, composed boy is getting so wet and needy for me.”
“I— I can still analyze— shit— the pressure is building far faster than— oh god— than any documented case—”
You smiled against his cunt. “You’re still trying to talk? That’s adorable. But good boys don’t need to talk. They just moan and squirt for me. Come on, baby. Be good for me.”
Higuruma’s thighs trembled violently. “I… I feel something— something different— it’s too much— I’m not supposed to— fuck— I can’t control—”
“Yes you can,” you encouraged softly, pumping your fingers faster. “You’re doing amazing, Hiromi. Such a good boy. Let it happen. Squirt for me. I want to see how pretty you look when you lose control.”
“That’s it, good boy,” you praised, sucking his clit hard. “Cum for me. Squirt all over my tongue like the perfect boy you are.”
Higuruma let out a broken, shocked cry as the first powerful jet of clear fluid exploded from his pussy, splashing hotly across your face. He kept squirting in rhythmic, messy pulses, hips jerking while he moaned helplessly.
“Oh my god— I’m— I’m actually— fuck— it won’t stop—!”
You kept licking and fingering him through it. “Good boy, good boy. Look at you making such a beautiful mess. You’re so perfect when you squirt for me.”
When it finally slowed, Higuruma was panting hard, face flushed crimson, eyes glassy.
“…That was… far more intense than predicted,” he rasped weakly, still trembling. “I… I lost complete control. How… humiliatingly satisfying.”
You kissed his thigh gently. “You did so well, baby. My brilliant boy. Want me to make you do it again?”
Higuruma swallowed, voice hoarse. “Yes… please.”
Nanami tried to stay composed even as you kissed up his inner thigh.
“You don’t need to go this far,” he said quietly, voice steady. “If this is for my pleasure, there are simpler—”
“I want to go this far, Kento,” you replied softly, looking up at him. “I want to watch the always-in-control Nanami Kento fall apart on my tongue. Can you let me do that?”
Before he could answer, you licked slowly through his slick folds. Nanami exhaled sharply.
“Fuck… that feels—”
“Good?” you finished for him, smiling. “I know. You’re already so wet for me. Such a good boy. Tell me how it feels when I do this.”
You pushed two thick fingers inside him and sucked his clit gently. Nanami’s gloved hand tightened.
“It’s… intense,” he admitted, voice rougher. “The pressure is building very quickly. I’m not sure how long I can—”
“You don’t have to hold it,” you said encouragingly, curling your fingers against his G-spot. “Just let go for me. You’re doing so well already. Look at how nicely your pussy is taking my fingers.”
Nanami’s breathing grew heavier. “This is… undignified. But— ah— it feels too good to stop.”
“That’s right,” you praised warmly. “Be a good boy and let me take care of you. You deserve to feel this good. Come on, Kento. Squirt for me. I want to see you make a mess.”
“I— I’m close,” he warned, thighs starting to shake. “It’s too much— I can’t hold back—”
“Don’t hold back,” you commanded gently. “Squirt for me, baby. Let it all out. You’re so beautiful when you lose control.”
Nanami’s stoic facade finally broke with a deep, hoarse moan. A powerful spurt of clear fluid gushed out around your fingers, splashing hotly over your tongue as he started squirting in strong waves.
“Ah— fuck— it’s happening— I can’t— nnngh—!”
“Good boy,” you kept praising between licks. “That’s it. Keep going. You’re making such a perfect mess for me. So good, Kento.”
When the orgasm finally ebbed, Nanami was panting hard, arm over his flushed face.
“…Completely undignified,” he muttered, voice rough. “But… I didn’t expect it to feel that intense.” He lowered his arm, eyes soft. “Thank you. Though I suspect you’re not finished with me yet.”
You grinned. “Not even close. I want to hear you moan like that again.”
Sukuna smirked down at you with all four eyes, legs spread arrogantly.
“You think that pathetic tongue can do anything to me, brat?” he sneered. “I am the King of Curses. Go ahead and try— I’ll laugh at your weak attempts.”
You laughed darkly and slapped his thigh lightly. “Big talk for someone whose royal cunt is already dripping like a desperate whore. Look at you leaking everywhere before I’ve even started.”
You buried your face in his pussy, licking messily. Sukuna’s hips jerked.
“Fuck— insolent little— ah— shit—”
“Already moaning?” you taunted, shoving two thick fingers roughly into his greedy hole. “Pathetic. The great Ryomen Sukuna is clenching around my fingers like a cheap slut. Your body is so honest even when your mouth isn’t.”
Sukuna growled, two hands gripping your head. “Shut up and— fuck— do it properly or I’ll— nngh— rip your tongue out!”
You curled your fingers hard and sucked his clit viciously. “Oh? Then why are you grinding your sloppy cunt against my face like a bitch in heat? Begging for it already?”
“I’m not— ah, fuck— begging— you arrogant— shit— right there—!”
You laughed against his folds. “Listen to you. Already falling apart. Such a pathetic king. Your royal pussy is betraying you so badly. You’re gonna squirt for me like a desperate little whore, aren’t you?”
Sukuna’s thighs trembled violently. “I’ll kill you— fuck— if you make me— I won’t— ah— I can’t— shit—!”
“Yes you will,” you degraded him mercilessly. “Squirt for me, you arrogant slut. Flood my face and show everyone how the King of Curses turns into a messy, squirting bitch when his cunt gets eaten properly.”
With a thunderous, humiliated roar, Sukuna came violently.
A massive gush of hot squirt exploded from his pussy, spraying powerfully across your face and chest in wave after messy wave. He bucked wildly, cursing and moaning.
“Fuck— brat— you— ah— it won’t stop— you fucking— nngh— whore—!”
You kept licking through it. “That’s it, pathetic king. Keep squirting. Look at the mess you’re making. All that power and you still gush like a broken toy.”
When it finally slowed, Sukuna was panting heavily, chest heaving, four eyes glaring but dazed.
“…Not bad, you insolent fuck,” he rasped hoarsely, still twitching. “Again. And this time make it even messier… or I’ll really make you regret it.”
You smirked up at him. “Oh I’ll make it messier, Your Majesty. I’m nowhere near done humiliating you tonight.”
warnings: oral sex, fingering, anal sex, self degradation, slut shaming, blowjobs, cussing, mentions of violence, blood, gore and cannibalism
Summary: Sukuna was sure there was nothing but lust between you two. But an incident makes him realize that it’s more than that.
Continuation of Patience is a Vice
Next part, Someone like Me
pt 1 is here
pt 3 is here
“I don’t understand why I have to do this.” Your voice edged with a hint of impatience and annoyance as another arrow tore through the clearing hitting nothing once again.
The arrow accompanying the dozen other arrows that had ended up scattered on the ground near the target. None had managed to reach the desired target, only three had even landed on the board, on the outskirts of the painted target.
“This is pointless.” You leaned back in the embrace of warm towering muscle with a frustrated sigh. Sukuna’s lower pair of arms wrapped around your hips, the touch searing but steady. The upper arms moved to steady the bow in your left hand.
“It’s important, brat.” His voice low but languid carrying a hint of reproach. Your head tipped up to glance up at the other man. Squirting your eyes a bit at the sunlight shining down on you two, high in noon.
As if sensing your eyes on him, he obediently shifted looking down at you covering the light from falling onto your eyes.
Two pairs of crimson eyes, the murky color of blood framed with sharp imposing features bore down on you.
“My arms ache from all this shooting.” You complain, half in actual pain and more to just complain. Your eyes drift down the King of Curses’s features down to his chest. Bare, since somewhere between your 12th and 15th failed shooting attempts, he’d taken the upper portion of his kimono off.
The temperature had rapidly risen. A heat wave that had struck the district, all to blame for it. It had brought with it a dramatic change in temperature, cold in the morning and rapidly warming by noon.
The courtyard was devoid of any servants, even Uraume had left. This also meant that the dying number of arrows in the quiver couldn’t be replenished. Neither you or Sukuna would wait the time or effort in gathering the used arrows.
Only a few arrows remained now, but the idea of standing in the heat and bear the weight of the bow and train was unappealing to you.
Your hand moved off the quivering bow string to brush over Sukaun’s collar bone and the inky black tattoo, down over the curve of his chest.
“Can’t we do something more productive?” Your voice came out in a sultry purr mixed with a hint of haughtiness. No matter how many times you saw it, you were still drawn to his figure. The towering muscles and the way his anatomy worked.
Your hand was stark against his tanned tattooed skin, unblemished and soft. The muscles in his chest jumping and tensing when your touch brushed over it. Moving it lower, the skin of his stomach twisted and deformed as if reacting to your presence.
A slit formed and slowly opened up into a wide grinning mouth across his abs. You didn’t react, used to the sight. It was an unconscious reaction Sukuna had to your touch. The sight you’d seen enough times and was oddly appealing to you.
When your finger brushed down over the mouth, it’s tongue reached out and lapped against the pads of your fingers lightly.
It was like a dog asking its owner for affection. Giving a light enough lick that you only feel the slightest pressure and saliva. Obedient to your wishes of keeping yourself clean but needing to show you its affection.
Your lips curled up in a slight pleased smile at the well mannered reaction.
There was a huff of annoyance tinged with reluctant amusement came from above you, as Sukuna’s hand wrapped around yours firm but careful. His strength restrained as he guided your hand back to the bow string.
“One shot in the target and we can leave,” Sukuna muttered low against your ear, his eyes narrowed with a softness meant only for you.
You were the only one who would treat him like this. Pressing up against him, and touching him without hesitation or care. Not a trace of disgust or discomfort in your eyes. Not even his hideous stomach mouth bothered you.
Sukuna had never not been treated like a monster because of his appearance. The sight of him alone was enough to terrify, enough to justify being hunted even before he learned to use cursed energy. But you had never cared about any of that.
Your fingers curl unwillingly around the bowstring. “It will never happen.” You said bitterly glaring at the target as Sukuna reached for another arrow slotting it in place.
“It won’t if you give up.” Sukuna’s voice mocked you, laced with low amusement. His fingers hooked over yours drawing the string back slowly. Pulled taut, the bow trembled in your hands, Sukuna’s other upper hand tightened, stabilizing it.
“Focus on the bullseye.” He muttered, his chest against your back was a burning heat multiplied by the relentless heat of the sun.
“I am.” You shot back.
“Then focus harder. Think of it as someone you want to kill.”
“You, then?”
There was a pause and a low laugh echoed near your ear sending shivers down your spine. “Go ahead and try, brat.”
You glared at him, a smirk on his smug face. And the arrow was released, slipping from both of your fingers, it cut through the air. Your breath caught in your chest. Anticipation hanging in the air as it carved its path across the clearing to the target.
It didn’t disappoint.
Sinking right in the center of the wooden target. The first of any that you managed to land. The sight felt like a victory even if it was tainted with his influence.
A light chuckle drifted to your ears. “See? I know you could do it.”
…
The slick sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the air. Your hand was carded though pink hair, tightening in his hair with each movement that drew pleasure out of you.
Archery practice ended a while ago and here you two were. Hidden in a secluded part of the courtyard, your back pressed against a pillar while the King of Curses was on his knees deep throating your cock.
You bit back moans head tilting back against the piller. “Ah~fuck~ ‘kuna,” you moaned breath hitching when his tongue swirled around your cock, sweeping against the veins.
Two pairs of eyes fully focused on you, looking at you under his lashes with hunger, his upper pair of arms wrapped around your thigh and hip, while the lower one was fisted in his loose pants. Refraining from touching himself because you told him not to.
Behaving because he wanted to please you. Sucking your cock because you told him to.
The sight never failed to make you feel high off arousal and attention. Something so captivating about having the King of Curses’s focus singularly on you. A threat to everyone else.
You yank his hair roughly forcing your cock in deeper. His hands tightened briefly around his thigh and hip before smoothing out, widening his throat to accommodate your cock. He didn’t resist as you cum, the prominent Adam’s apple bobbing, as he swallowed. An obscene bulge in his throat from where your cock made an indent.
When you drew his head away, both of you were panting. Your hand wrapped around the length of cock pink and slick with saliva and gave a few pumps. The erotic sight and the lingering sensation of heat and a silky texture of a mouth around your cock brought you to the edge letting you spatter cum over his parted lips and face.
The man, curse, groaned voice hoarse from the rough treatment but you doubted it would last long with his reverse curse technique. His face was covered with white steaks cum, both pairs of eyes hazy, clouded over. Lips swollen from use, parted open revealing sharp teeth meant for tearing into flesh now used to please you. Tongue sweeping to out catch a thick dollop of your cum as it dripped down.
His body trembled minutely, barely noticeable. You knew better. Your foot moved, nudging Sukuna’s thighs wider. Looking lower you could see the faint outline of the bulge in pants.
If it wasn’t for the dark color of the pants, you probably would have seen the stains revealing his shame. You had no doubt that he’d cum, sometime when you had.
To you, Sukuna was nothing but a whore.
“You came again.” You said dissatisfied. Your foot pressing over the bulge in his pants. Sukuna let out a low groan bordering on a growl.
“I know.” The upper pair of his eyes glared up at you as the lower ones flickered down to his hardening cock. His stamina letting him recover fast and under your gaze in the submissive posture, growing rapidly harder again.
“I’m busy. Deal with it yourself.” You dismissed pulling your foot back.
“Busy with what?” Your lips curl up in a sardonic smile.
“Other people.”
His eyes flickered with coldness, anger flaring up in the depths of crimson eyes. He hated you being with anyone else, but had a harem of his own.
You found it ironic. The idea that he could sleep around but you couldn't. Slutting around with others like it was his right, and then throwing it in your face like it was some damn accomplishment.
Sukuna was such a whore.
Your lips curve into a sneer and you press your foot to his chest kicking him away. Weak, and as effectively as an ant against an elephant. But he leaned back anyway.
You despised that he did. Going along with your whims and tantrums, and then when he had his fill of you stalk off to hound his next lay.
“Get lost.”
He sneered right back at you. Frost hardened over his expression as he wiped away your cum off his face and stood up. Towering over you with at least half your height.
You didn’t flinch, holding your ground glaring right back up at him.
“Fine.” He gritted out gruffly before trying on his heels and stalking away.
Out of his eyesight you reached over for a pitcher. One of the drinks the attendants had made and left for you two to drink. Your fingers ran over the cool metal before you dumped it out unceremoniously into the flower bed. It didn’t take much time to act. The poison sank in quickly, rotting away the budding flowers.
The very drink a maid had refused to let you touch insisting on pouring herself, before leaving.
It seemed you had some rats to weed out.
…
Sukuna truly despised you sometimes. But a bat of your pretty lashes and the whiny coquettish tone of yours while you demanded something was what it took to convince him to travel more than 100 kilometers to retrieve snacks. The King of Curses lowered to the point of an attendant fetching snacks that you insisted must be from that certain region since the taste was different.
It was truly pathetic how far he’d fallen.
He’d even stooped low enough to consider moving his palace to that region or kidnapping the chefs if it pleased you so much. Just the thought of the sparkle in your eyes, and the curve of your pink lips the way you tried and failed to hide how pleased you were enough to make the trouble worth it.
And the sex?
You were always more touchy when you were pleased. Fingers light, lingering, almost affectionate.
Sukuna didn’t care for softness. He never had.
But if it was from you, then he desired everything and more that you gave him.
The King of Curses was nothing if not sin given form. Greed, lust, and pride tangled endlessly where you were concerned. Gluttony was not confined to flesh; it lived in the way he lingered at your side, in how he stayed too long at your feet. Every touch, every word only sharpened the hunger. There was never enough.
He wanted to possess you, tear open his chest and let you curl up in his chest. Take whatever was left of his rotten heart, that he’d long since replaced with thoughts of you.
Stepping into the palace gates, the metallic scent of sweet copper hit him first. Familiar enough to make mouth water with the remembrance of human flesh melting in his mouth.
His strides widened, something in his chest twisting with a ugly vengeance that he refused to give name to.
It was a massacre.
Bodies torn and mangled lay scattered across the floor. Blood splattered against the walls. A few unlucky souls hung from the ceiling, blood dripping in small droplets, slower than before judging by the pool of red beneath them.
Some of them were servants or attendants; their identities revealed from their clothes. While the others were random people, sorcerers from the looks of it.
But none of them mattered. His eyes flickered around with impatience, fist tight. The pastries you wanted now crushed under his monstrous strength.
Where were you?
What had happened to you?
His mind raced with implications, the thing in his chest twisting further with every step he took.
Each room filled with bodies, random humans but none of them you.
They couldn’t be you. He wouldn’t let you leave him. Not like this, not ever.
Further in the palace the rooms were being cleaned, maids and servants dutifully dragging away corpses with a dull look. At the end of the hall was Uraume.
Their cold look, turning reverent as he approached them. Bowing at him from where they stood at the doorway of his room.
“Where are they?” He snarled, his blood thumping in his ears drowning out all the noise. He didn’t care to ask about the bodies or massacre. For once, Sukuna was worried, furious that he left you.
He’d known Uraume disliked you, keeping it hidden under a mask of respect. He had no intention to make them like you. But now he regretted it. He should have made clear how much he needed you.
That at some point in time, you had become his priority and given them orders to protect you.
They bowed deeper. “[Name]-sama is bathing.”
He paused, tension froze in his chest. He didn’t want to ask. He didn’t have to.
Uraume continued dutifully. “As Sukuna-sama had asked, [name]-sama has gotten rid of the traitors. [Name]-sama’s cursed technique was effective in rooting out the traitors and disposing of them.”
There was a new gleam of appreciation and respect in their eyes. “They are waiting for Sukuna-sama in your quarters.” They bow shifting to the side slightly to allow him access into his room.
The influx of information had him baffled for a second but his mind caught onto one important point.
You were fine. Alive and had planned this.
His hand pressed against the heavy door and pushed it open entering the room. Steam rushed out to meet him, with the scent of sandalwood, your scent.
His eyes focused on the small clatter of motion and zoned in onto the distant figure. Even from a distance the silhouette of your back was recognizable to him.
Crossing the distance in a few long strides his hands wrapped around your hips spinning you to look at him.
You were unharmed, not a hair out of place. Wrapped in a silk half open yukuta and untouched by all the gore and blood outside the threshold of the room. The chaos that you had apparently caused in his absence.
“You have cursed technique?” Was the first thing he asked, in an accusatory tone. He couldn’t always be here to protect you. The thought had driven him crazy leading to many train sessions, making you learn with every weapon.
“So? You never asked.”
Sukuna gritted his teeth, his temple throbbing at your insolence. God, you were such a brat. Sometimes, most times, he wanted to throttle you.
“You sent me away on purpose and led Uraume into believing I planned it.” It wasn’t a question, more of a statement. You didn’t bother denying it, giving a nonchalant shrug.
Sukuna was definitely going to kill you.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I took care of it didn’t I?” Your hand held his jaw, the thumb rubbing his bottom lip. He leaned down into it, despite his anger. “Wouldn’t want your precious palace to burn.”
Mixed feelings swirled in his chest, but the most prominent one?
His hand reached out to press yours firmly to his cheek. Lips brushing over the soft skin of your lip with a tenderness he didn’t know he had.
“Then let the palace burn, the only important thing inside it is you.”
Your expression froze for a second.
He knew why. He and you had been toeing the line. Lust and affection unspoken whether it was his pride or yours. Neither of you had stepped beyond it.
For a second when he had walked in Sukuna for the first time in his life was scared. Scared to lose you. He’d thought he could live without you. What a fool he was.
He brushed his kimono off, letting it slide off his body.
“Fuck me.” He ordered his hands cupping your cheeks, rubbing soft circles into your skin. Your expression softened and you blinked up at him. Then your eyes darkened with hunger when the words registered.
“You’re so demanding. Making me work after I’ve been so exhausted.” You complained, even as your hands wrapped around his hips to press him down onto the bed.
He went with the movement with ease laying back letting you manhandle him down. You tug the loop of the tie holding his pants on and strip him bare.
His chest rose and fell steady, but his eyes never left yours. Upper arms fisting the sheets, while the lower ones greedily caressed your waist and held into your back. Strong thick thighs parting, leaving his flushed half hard cock and hole on display.
He barely flushed at exposure, but the way your eyes drank him in like he was a sight to behold, had his thighs trembling, large cock twitching with need.
Your fingers traced up the curve of his rear to his hole, tracing the rim watching it clench. You traced it for a second, reaching for the lube and pour a generous amount onto your fingers and finally you slip your finger in.
A low moan left Sukuna’s throat, feeling the familiar sensation of your finger inside him, curling and stretching him out. Another one joined it after a few seconds.
Within minutes of just preparation, Sukuna had dissolved into a moaning mess under you. Cock flushed angry red against his stomach, his control had slipped letting the stomach mouth manifest. It too, had the same fucked out look Sukuna had.
Each curl of your fingers, drag of it against his walls or press against that forbidden sweet spot making him tremble, moaning like a whore. You hadn’t even fucked him yet and his cock was already beading with precum.
“Fu’k! Just f’ck me already brat!” He had to resist squirming in place. His fingers clench the sheets with vengeance threatening to tear it.
You sighed and curled your fingers in deeper, sending a bolt of heat zipping through him pooling in his lower belly. A wrecked moan slipping back his lips unwillingly.
“Already begging ‘kuna?” You taunt mocking with a silvery tone.
His hands tangled in your hair as he drew you in for a kiss to cut off your words. You chuckled into it, adjusting his thighs more open, hips slightly raised high.
He sucked in a breath as he finally felt your cock press in the rim of his hole. Unshed tears of pleasure clung to lashes, while you bottom out.
The heat of Sukuna’s hole sucking you in as greedily as the rest of him. A hot wet nets of silk wrapping around your cock clinging and refusing to let you go.
“You have to relax for me to move.” You point out conversationally, the way your hands gripped his thighs roughly betraying how affected you were.
He groaned, eyes closed, the lower pair opened to glare at you. “Shut up I will.”
Before you, Sukuna had never considered bottoming. His body never quite adapted to it, each time having sex felt like his first.
You don’t wait knowing what he can handle pull out, leaving the fat tip in and shove back in roughly.
His eyes shot open, nails tearing the sheets, a low hoarse moan forced out of him by the sudden pleasure mixed with delicious pain.
You do it again, holding his thighs hooking his knee around your waist as you slam in again and again. Each thrust forcing lewd noises to spill out of the King of Curses’s lips.
The pressure in his stomach grew, as his hole got used to the stretch. Pain faded into sharp heated pleasure when you adjusted and started slamming right against his prostate.
“Ahh~ f-fuck! Sl’w down!” He moaned, head turned biting down on his lip to hold in noises. His body trembled beneath you, shaking with pleasure, despite his protests his hips rocking unconsciously to meet each thrust.
You don’t pause or slow. Your hand drifted over his chest, and to his plump chest, pinching the perky hardened nipple. Groping his body as you relentlessly move, plowing your cock in and out. Watching his meaty pecs bounce and body quiver from the endless pleasure.
It didn’t take long for him to cum, thick ropes of white cum splattering over his torso, as you kept going.
“Br’t! Sl’w d-down!” He whined shakily, even as his cock hardened once again.
“Why should I?” You teased cruelly, flesh spilled between your fingers as you squeezed his pecs. Sukuna let out a lewd moan, aiming a glare at you that quickly dissolved into a heated lustful look when you leaned in and take his nipple into your mouth.
“Ahh~fuckkk~” He moaned lowly, hand tangled in your hair as you swirled it in your mouth teasing it with your teeth. You slow your thrusts, a hand under the curve of Sukuna’s ass, lifting it higher.
You grind your cock into the deep sweet spot in time. Your free hand curled around the base of Sukuna’s thick angry cock, stroking the veins on the shaft while keeping a firm hold.
The feeling of both your cock burrowing into him and hand around his cock drove him crazy. Each suck of his nipple and movement you made him see stars, his mouth open letting out noises and words he could barely hear.
“Ahh! Ahh ah! Y-yes! H-harder! F’ck me!” He moaned loudly, the lewd sound of flesh hitting flesh filling the room drowned out by his noises.
It didn’t take long for him to start begging to cum. More like demands but the whiny tone and way he just let you made it clear how much he wanted you.
When you finally let him come, he actually blacked out for a few seconds.
When he came to, you were collapsed against his chest. Arms around him, in what could have been a grappling technique from how tight you were holding him.
He didn’t hesitate, both pairs of arms wrapped around you with a tenderness only you made come out.
“Sukuna?” You muttered against his skin, your face buried in his chest. The cooling cum between you two, and dripping out his ass barely of any concern to him when you were pressed against him. The stickiness more tangible proof that you are his.
“Yeah, brat?”
“Don’t leave.”
His hands tightened around you, an arrogant smirk tugging on his lips. “They’d have to pry my cold hands off ya.”
Sukuna- muzzle/leash/cock ring/power bottom reader?(Like they are getting fucked but is Dom)
God, you could barely breathe as Sukuna pounded into you, his member absolutely ravishing your stomach. You tugged at the leather leash around his neck, making him let out a low throaty grumble that stutters as he presses his head on your back. The metal of the muzzle touching your hot sweaty skin. His hands are gripped at the mattress below your bodies almost ripping at the sheets. Slick with sweat his tattooed arms flex and relaxed as you move your hips to fuck on him , his eyes hazy with lust he was absolutely lost with the a delusional my aching sensation.
You never thought he would enjoy this so much, especially when you told him you wanted to control but here he is absolutely drooling and shaking, though he didn't make much sound only a few grunts that was until he felt the cock ring he had on hug his erection painfully good that's when he let a few of those delicious low moans out. "That's it- so patient for me," you coo as you got up from your stomach to kiss his covered cheek, tugging the leash up and to the side to expose his flush tan neck for you to bite down on and to claim. His hand grips at your hips nails digging into your skin adding to the already overwhelming sensations. Slamming his dick into your walls you moan out a grin on your face know how much he loves it when you're loud. You continued to kiss up to his ear and whispered, "Want me to take the ring off?" You nuzzled his head, and he hummed afraid one word would stumble out pathetically. "Mmm-Mmhmm".
You tease moving your hips down. "Yeah? Want to cum so hard right?" You lick at his ear, his pace quickens as his stuttering grunts getting louder as his eyes squeeze shut. With a quick move, you slipped him out of you . You see his erection was red and twitching, sliding the ring out you gasp as hot cum spurts out his cock as it bobbed with every string that flowed out, a broken hum escaping Sukuna's throat.
Toji- handcuffs/blindfold/oil/chest play/toys
At first Toji didn't feel good about the blindfolds and handcuffs, when you said it wasn't for you but for him. "I mean I'm ok with it but I don't know if being the one tied down is for me." He says as he get handcuffed to the bed and you hummed giving him a kiss on the cheek.
"Come on at least try it — here." You say covering his eyes with the blindfold leaving him in darkness. "Just listen to my voice ok?" You whisper in his ear, he nodded and chuckles. "Yes master." His jokes stopped when he felt a liquid being poured on his chest it was cold but soon hot when he felt your hand smearing it all over him. Your warm hands spread from his arm, chest then abs. Hands slow and greedy.
This vulnerable state made him dizzy he didn't know what you'll do next, what to expect a soft caress over here? A firm grove over there? Every touch he let's put a soft gasp as chills run up his spine. "Is this a perverted massage?" He breathes out as your hands tease his chest and nipples. In complete darkness he can hear your smile. "maybe" you say before latching your lips against his erect, brown nipple making him clutch on the handcuffs. You hummed as you sucked and kissed all over his chest and down to his abs.
You could feel his muscles contract, flinch and twitch again your lips it was oddly satisfying. "That's it baby focus on my touch." You speak and Toji was certainly doing just as you say. Well, it's the only thing he can do. Before he knew it his hard cock was out of his pants and displayed to you somehow he felt extra sensitive almost terrifying. "Poor Toji so hard with no treatment." You hum rubbing his tip with your oiled palm his oozing pre mixing with the oil.
The older man bucked his hips turning his head to the side in embarrassment blindfolded, naked, cuffed so much, so new and so vulnerable. He suddenly whipped his head back when he heard a buzzing sound. "what- what was that?" He asked nervously before arching his back off the mattress as the buzzing object rubs at his base. "Fu-fuck!" He hissed as it raises up to rub at his tip then again, going back down.
Before he knew it the buzzing increased two? Three? one taped to each of his swollen nipples and another rubbing on his hard, overstimulated cock, It's so much for his first experience. completely destroyed when you shoved 3 in his ass. His legs couldn't stop shaking no matter how much he clenched and his dick was twitching like crazy ready to explode, his tongue slipping out his mouth as he cums for what seems like the 10th time a pitiful confused moan escaping his lips- "nngh!?" Toes curl into the sheets, his body arching up off the bed as the cum spurted out of him. And all you did was pepper him with kisses. "that's it, one more ok?" With a dizzy nod and sly smirk Toji replied "s-sure.."
Choso- soft dom/bj (Choso receiving/public restroom/embarrassment/ lingerie (on choso)/ he eats his own cum
"Ssh you're doing so good." You whisper into Choso's blushing ear. "Hic...ss.. sorry..hic" he tried to control his sobbing it was just so embarrassing enough to make his neck and ears burn. But honestly, that shame? Felt Kinda....good. "Aw poor baby, don't cry." You say kissing his tears away as you stroke his cock. You look down at the black lace lingerie that Choso lewdly wore, nipples exposed for only you to see. Just a couple of strings that were supposed to be a bra clung to his body, while lowering your gaze you see he wore the cute matching see-through panties that had a slit in the middle exposed his shameful erection.
Another loud sob escaped Choso's lips and he quickly covered his mouth making you smirk as you whispered. "Not so loud don't want those people outside the stall to know you're doing something so dirty." You tease as you hear other people chat from outside of the stall. Choso shook, holding onto the metal of the toilet almost falling on the floor if you didn't pin him to the wall. "You look so cute Choso, it's so erotic these sounds you make, so excited to be in public." You say and he presses his head to your shoulder.
His hips twitch as you stroke his cock, his eyes grow wide as more people enter the restroom his dick twitching in your hand and you laugh. "wanna show these people you're having a good time?" You said before you squatted down taking him in your mouth making him moan a little too loudly. "ngghh-eait!wait! Hic! hannggh." His head slammed back on the wall with a loud bang. His hand desperately grabbed at the bathroom bar. You couldn't help it! You wanted to make him louder, I mean look at that desperate tear filled face. Your hands snaked from his lace thigh highs to his ass giving it a good squeeze as you suck him off. Humming pleased with the way his free hand traced the string of a bra, teasing himself as he gropes and pinches his pink nipples.
He bit his lip staring at you, his hips rocking faster as he felt his climax rushing in. It felt so close, his tear stained face looked so cute covered in sweat and blush. His furrowed brows and puffy eyes stared down in hunger and need only for you. "L-like that!" He whispered as he reached his peak cum spurting in your mouth. You giggle getting up, grabbing his face roughly enough for him to get dizzy as you kiss him deeply let him taste himself and all he could do was breathe heavily, pushing into you and in pants you pull away. "This time Tuesday got it?" You say and Choso nods "y-yes" he says his cum in the corner of his mouth.
meant to reply directly through this ask but accidentally posted the draft.. had to screenshot and paste, but oh well. sorry for getting back to you so late, nonnie. ᝰ.ᐟ [P.S] Forgive me if I'm rusty. It's been a while.
⌗ sub bottom. sukuna x dom top m. reader
cw. established relationship, degradation, use of the word "whore," reader has a penis, reader is down bad and under for sukuna, one singular spank.
it was supposed to be punishing — rough and unforgiving. sukuna had fucked up; flaunting about the homicide he's committed, discarding his own butlers and companions, leaving only one: uraume. and for what, why? he always refused to elaborate.
"what the hell are you mad about this time?" he pulled a face; half a scowl and half a smirk, an ugly expression only the king of curses could pull. you grimaced, the question only ticking you off further. "fuck off," you grunted, hands pinning his wrists above his head.
sukuna had already been sprawled on the bed to begin with, as if he were riling you up on purpose. "fuck me," he licked his upper lip, flashing his fangs at you. "or are you too much of a wimp for that?"
you've known sukuna for enough time at this point. and yet, there are so many things — too many things he kept from you. it was fine during the earlier years of your time together. but now, after so many years and so much effort you've put into relation with this man, this curse, you call your one. it was starting to get infuriating.
"what's the point of us being together if you're not going to be honest and real with me?" you cursed under your breath, hips jerking against sukuna's own. he's lost count of how long you've been buried deep inside him. not because of how long it's been, no. but simply because facing you without that kind, forgiving exterior he fell in love with felt like an agonizing eternity.
sukuna was used to pain. he was used to being treated roughly — with no pardon, no remission, and no purgation. he is the almighty king of curses, after all. guilty at charge of the murderings of thousands. antagonism was his nature. repugnance was the pulse he lived on.
that's what he had always thought until he met you.
you were an unfortunate soul sukuna found in the midst of his wanderings. faced with him, you had never once quivered in fear. you were willing; kind, funny, mindful, solicitous, benevolent — a truly good-natured being opposite to him in ways he couldn't seem to put into words or even thought. you were nothing like him.
"wait," sukuna rasped in between thrusts. his nails dug further into the skin of your shoulders, enhancing the previously imprinted crescent marks on your skin. "i– i don't like this," he called out your name, attempting to reach out and land a kiss on your lips.
woefully, to no avail. "i don't like you killing your butlers and keeping things from me, either," you hissed through frivolous breaths, eluding from his attempts for affection and proceeding to pound with no target in mind.
"but here we are, yeah, 'kuna?" you gritted your teeth. sukuna let out a noise alike to a whimper, his walls clenching around you in protest. "you piss me off," he bit his lower lip, legs twitching as you manhandled his body into doggy-style.
you've done this sort of play before. casual bantering was common between the two of you. rough sex; bdsm, spanking, choking, degradation, and all those things. but this time, it felt different. the tone of your voice felt distant and ruthless. the affection he's always longed for since the moment he received it left no trace in the way you spoke, and it felt like shit.
"go on, tell me why the fuck you beheaded john?" you snapped your cock inside him, fingertips digging into the mounds of his flesh. john was one of the servants he had murdered earlier that afternoon — a topic he snickered about with uraume said evening. "you know i told you to be done with worthless homicide," you lifted your hand, striking your palm onto his ass in an abhorrent manner.
his hips jerked in response. "shut— shut the fuck up," sukuna managed to gasp between moans, hips stuttering against your own as he tried to deny the overwhelming feelings he had circling in his system. "it's nun' of your business," he bites back just before your tip hit straight onto his prostate.
sukuna's head fell back, mouth agape without sound as his cock spurted worthless heeps of cum. "but uraume deserves to know?" you rolled your hips directly against his prostate, uncaring of the stimulation he's going through. he hiccuped, and your palm went straight to cup his mouth. "fuckin' whore," you grated out.
he doesn't know if he should cum again from how sexy your voice is or if he should get angry for what you said about uraume. right now, he's just trying to get off his high.
sukuna heaved out, attempting to control his breathing whilst his ass rolled against your cock once more. "i wish i was theirs," he retorted through a forced smirk. that's right, if you were gonna play at this game, then he might as well join in on the fun.
big mistake.
you wasted no time to slide your palm to the back of his head, tangling your fingers against the strands of his hair just to shove his face down onto the pillow before him.
"whore," you cursed, hips thrusting mercilessly against his sore ones. sukuna's hand reached out to grab ahold of yours on his hip, muffled groans resembling words aiming for rebuttal.
you hadn't even realized when the night of passion you had planned turned much more personal on your end.
sukuna grasped for air as soon as you let go of his hair, arms scrambling to support his body as your thrusts resumed torturously. he reached one hand to find yours, head looking back to meet your gaze. normally, even in doggy-style, you'd still be all over him — fingers lacing with his own on the mattress, kisses laid upon his back and shoulders.
now, it's all sex.
he's not sure if he likes it. but the tears in his eyes betray any sort of ground you had in the first place. "ryomen," you gasped out his name as soon as you caught a glimpse of the fat glands of tears rolling down his cheek.
"why are you the one crying?" you questioned through a slight scoff, easing your thrusts as you slowly handled him to lay on his back. they say a man's true weakness is the tears of his loved one. and man, is you.
the staggering of your hips came to a halt, palms reaching up to wipe his tears away with your thumbs. "was it something i said?" your voice faltered, the facade of your anger slowly losing its filter. "too rough? too much?"
sukuna shook his head, hand reaching to clasp the one on his cheek. "no," he breathed out. fuck, a curse rang through his head. this was the version of you he was used to. "just wanted you to kiss me," he almost clawed himself for sounding so pathetic.
your gaze of worry soon wavered. "fuck this shit," you exhaled, averting your sight before glancing back at him. "i really thought i lost control," your voice came out almost barely a whisper. despite his exterior, sukuna lets out a few tears often during intimacy. this time, it caught you off-guard, though.
"fuck you," sukuna uttered hoarsely, leaning against your palm. "you didn't kiss me. not even once," he rocked his hips against yours suggestively, steadying his breath whilst his fingers laced with your own.
your face fell flat, expression dull before you rolled your eyes. "will you stop killing your servants?" you asked.
his expression hardened, gaze flickering before returning back to you. "will you stop getting all touchy and flirty with them?" sukuna clenched his jaw.
oh. that was it the whole time?
you opened your mouth to deny that accusation — but seeing that look on his face; teary eyed with his lips pursed. fuck, he was acting way out of character right now. "i'm not even gonna argue with you," you sighed, leaning down to place a your lips on his forehead.
his hole spasmed with joy simultaneously with his sneer.
"'kay, now fuck me again," sukuna tightened his legs around your waist along as his arms draped around your shoulders — an order which you could only oblige.
Summary: Being mated to the most blood thirsty omega around is not ideal for most alphas, but at least his body is up to par! ♡
Warnings: sub (ish???)/omega/bottom sukuna, alpha/gn! reader, strap referred as a dick, dubcon, threatening + small amount of blood (as usual), heats, slight yandere! sukuna, trueform sukuna, slight role reveral regarding omegaverse dynamics, reader is basically sukunas pet, subspaces, anal fingering, self lubrication (slick), biting, heavy praise, multiple orgasms, violent behavior, slight degradation (use of nickname whore and bitch), dirty talk, starts off as smut but then feelings are involved (reader is a simp at the end)
WC: 9.1k
A/N: sick in the head...sick in the head...
One of the world's greatest surprises is that the King of Curses is an omega. The horror stories told about him never once mentioned his dynamic, and so everybody believed that he was an alpha, which made sense considering his history. Those who came in contact with him never really had time to spread the news to others, having been killed so quickly. So only a special few knew about it.
But it wasn't like Sukuna was embarrassed of his second sex. No, the king took pride in his dynamic – it made killing alphas way more satisfying knowing that he instinctively should be baring his neck to them. And so, he never took a marking, finding nobody worthy of it.
That is until he met you. You definitely weren't worthy of his mark, being incredibly weak and holding no authority over him. But for some reason or another, Sukuna became fascinated by you. You never showed signs of fear, nor interest in him, and almost everybody feels one of the two emotions when meeting him. He was compelled to learn more about you, and somehow, Sukuna became attached to your side for a while.
He didn't love you nor feel any feelings similar to love – it was for curiosity's sake as to why you were so different than the other alphas.
Sukuna eventually determined that you were either an idiot or crazy for how you talked to him. You treated him like he was just simply another annoying suitor around. It was entertaining to the bored king. And so, you were his test subject, and once he was done studying you, you were to be killed.
But alas, Sukuna fell into heat not long after meeting you, and he had gotten himself mated with you. A foolish thing that Sukuna has never even gotten close to doing in his entire lifetime.
He almost murdered you after his heat for daring to mark him – a permanent thing for omegas, while you, an alpha, could live your life freely. But it wasn't like you had intended to mark him. Sukuna, at the peak of his heat, had threatened to slice your head off if you didn't claim him. You didn't happen to dislike him too much, and you did not want to die, so you followed the king's orders and drove your teeth into his neck during his orgasm.
And the second his heat was over, he had run off without a word. He was humiliated by the fact that he was claimed now and had visited you multiple times since that day to put an end to your useless life. But every time he saw you, he would hide away so that you didn't see him and leave without you knowing. It wasn't his fault; everything in him screamed for him to be next to you, being freshly mated, but he refused to follow those instincts.
With his time away, he couldn't help but think about you nearly all the time. You were kind to him, even though he hates to admit it. You cleaned his body up when he was twitching from exhaustion and covered in his own bodily fluids. You must have been equally exhausted, having been forced to keep up with his pace, but not once did you complain nor mention how weak he must have looked with his drool stains on his chin.
And even before his heat, he didn't seem to mind you. He liked that you always quipped back your own insults and didn't allow yourself to get bullied by him. It made it entertaining, and he found himself enjoying conversing with a human. But still, even with your complaints of how annoying he was for not leaving you alone, you would cook extra food so that he would never go hungry. Although Sukuna didn't have a preference for human food, he still found himself eating a few bites. You were providing for an omega, and Sukuna made careful note of it, hating that he found himself pleased by it.
During his preheat, you offered your house to him and brought him blankets and pillows for nesting even when he nearly tore off your arm for entering his (your) room. And when he dragged you into his nest, you complimented it as you were supposed to, which still made his insides stir.
Plus, when he trapped you in his nest for a couple of days, you didn't make much of a fuss – other than when you had to use the restroom, to which he nipped at your hand like some sort of dog in complaint. You were a weak, pathetic alpha, and he couldn't let you roam free, practically begging to be injured. His nest was the safest place to be, and so in his head, you were to stay put there for all of his heat.
But Sukunas possessive and overprotective thoughts shifted instantly when his heat dwindled down. He got up and left the day his heat had ended, and you were left completely shocked at his sudden disappearance. It was out of the blue, considering he had been around for weeks beforehand. You couldn't help but feel distraught over it, having also felt the bond, even if it was not as extreme for an omega. Plus, during his heat, he was cuter than you have ever seen before. He was needy and whiny but still cute.
You may have garnered your own feelings toward the curse, something close to love, or some sort of infatuation at least. So when he left, you were left nearly broken for weeks, having just previously been daydreaming about how you could manage a new life with the two of you. It was a hopeless delusion, and you should have known that, but it still hurt.
But you aren't as pathetic as he thinks, and by the second month, you were over it. Sure, the bond sometimes made you feel a little listless, but after so long, you have even begun to forget how he smelt. And your feelings toward him rapidly shifted, now finding him repulsive for abandoning you. You had decided that if he would ever come back, you would reject him.
You should have known that wasn't going to happen, considering you still harbored feelings for him. Lo and behold, nearly three months later, Sukuna returned.
He barges in the door, almost tearing it off the walls. You nearly jump out of your seat at the noise, but your eyes widen the second you smell his scent. The mating bond made it even more appealing to you, and you could also make out the smell of omega in heat. You curse under your breath at the smell but remain silent, not giving the satisfaction of you freaking out over his sudden appearance.
You were seated in your office doing work when he came in. And just seconds after you smelt him, Sukuna conjured himself behind you, sharp nails dragging up your neck in both a greeting and warning. But you weren't having any of it, a familiar rage bubbling in your chest at his return. So, you just continue to stare ahead at your screen.
"Leave," is the first thing you say, the first command. You never used an alpha command on an omega, but this situation definitely called for it. He was mated to you, so the words had to have a more significant effect on him. But alas, he was the king of curses - he was not going to back down so easily.
"Why do you smell of other omegas, you pathetic alpha?"
His teeth graze your neck, and you try your best not to shiver, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of it. You try to mask your scent, thinking of things other than his tongue that seems to be peeking past his lips.
You should ignore him — you know you should ignore him, but you just can't seem to find it in you to. "I was not with others if that is what you are asking," you roll your eyes, still facing your computer while he leans over you. "Though I wish I had been."
"I would have killed them," he purrs, dragging his claws down your chest. "Ripped them apart for daring to touch what is mine while you would have sat and listened to their screams of agony." His teeth graze your earlobes, and you gulp, thinking about how horrid that would be. "Would you like it? Like to watch your omega get all possessive over you? It would fuel your little alpha pride, I would suppose."
He was releasing his scent in waves, and it was beginning to make your head spin. But it was your house, and he wasn't just going to barge in and claim it as him, so you also release your own scent, which pulls a purr-like chuckle from him. Then, you slump in your chair, finally sparing him a glance. "Omegas aren't supposed to be possessive. That is more of an alpha trait, dont you think, Sukuna?"
"And you are possessive over me?"
You go silent for a moment, reaching out to touch his face. You tilt his chin back, forcing him to bare his neck so you can run your fingers over the bite mark you made just a couple of months ago.
He goes quiet, amused by your touch but not liking your lack of response. But then you pull away, like nothing happened, and return to your computer. "I dont need to be," you sigh, "You won't let anyone fuck you that isn't me."
One of Sukuna's top eyes twitches, and he spins the chair around, grabbing your chin to force you to look at him. Your face remains blank, and even when he begins to dig his finger into your cheek, you dont show any signs of amiss. Your lack of response drives Sukuna insane, and you raise your eyebrows at his glare.
He growls low at you, baring his teeth and continuing to cloud your house with his now seductive scent. "You have some nerve to talk to me that way, you pathetic excuse of an alpha. You are looking at the most desired omega on this planet, and you think for a second that I wouldn't fuck somebody else?"
Your hands travel to his wrists, tugging his hand off your face. He surprisingly lets you, but with each second he seems to grow more angry. This is surprising to you because his scent conveyed a completely different emotion. Everything radiating from Sukuna was Look at me, Fuck me. And if you gave into instincts, the two of you would be without clothes by now. But alas, Sukuna left you for three months with no word, and you weren't going to allow yourself to get pushed around by him.
So, you stare back up at him, a wicked grin pulling at your face. "You are the one baring my mark and are crawling back to me after all of these months." You see his face begin to fume, and his scent turns sour from displeasure at the words. "But I am not going to fuck you. I dont want to fuck you. You left after forming a bond with me. I don't want you anymore. Go home, omega."
The words seemed to burn at your tongue, going completely against your instincts. You were purposely hurting an omega, which is everything that alpha's were basically encoded against. But alas, you did not want to get caught up in Sukuna's web.
The room smells horrid by now, mostly from disapproval but also distress — it almost made you whine out, feeling horrible for making any omega feel unwanted, but you bite your tongue and try your best not to focus on his scent. It would only do you worse in the end.
"You think you can speak to me this way because you marked me? Are you so delusional that you think I won't kill you on the spot?" His finger does now cut at your cheek, and you flinch at the stinging sensation along with the blood that now drips from your cheek. He never was afraid to use violence to prove his point.
But then, he licks at your blood. You feel the stripe of his tongue from your chin all the way up to your cheek. "Do you want me to roll over and show my stomach to you? Want me to croon at you and beg you to pup me? I am not your omegan bitch."
"You would be more appealing if you were."
He chuckles at you, shaking his head. "I am the most appealing thing you will ever see in your puny lifetime. People would kill to be in your position."
He was nibbling on your ear at this point, dragging his pointer finger up your shirt, seconds away from ripping it in two. The scent Sukuna let out was back to being seductive, probably too overwhelmed by his heat to maintain his displeasure.
"Nobody would want to be mated to a bloodthirsty curse."
His teeth drag up your neck, and he laughs at you again, low and rumbling. "You do, or did at least. Considering you did mark me, my pathetic alpha."
The insult doesn't phase you. You shut your eyes and sigh out. You couldn't help but be turned on at this point – his knee was meticulously placed in between your legs, and the smell of heat wafted through the air. You were trapped whether you liked it or not, and you could feel the fight in you begin to dwindle. "You would have killed me if I didn't."
"And I will kill you if you turn me away again."
"Can you try to make it seem like you are not always threatening me? Alphas prefer to be the one in charge, you know."
He grabs your hand and leads it beneath his pants where his slick was pooling. You gulp, looking away and trying not to salivate at the wetness. "You can always fuck the control out of me," he breathes into your ear, and you let out a shaky sigh, "If you do it well enough, I could end up crooning at you for more. You would like that, wouldn't you?"
Your fingers find his hole, and you borderline whine, accidentally ignoring his question. You have been thinking about this for months now, and him now being here now sends your head spinning. "So wet."
"'s all for you."
His mouth latches onto yours and he groans into it, kissing with so much force that you a pinned to the back of your chair. You feel his tongue drag over the inside of your mouth, trying to claim as much of it for himself. You pull away after a moment, collecting your breath, and realize that he has you wrapped around his finger. "Y-You want to bottom?"
He bites your lip hard enough to draw blood, and you hiss, grabbing your mouth and pulling away. "What was that for?!"
"For being an idiot. Of course I want to bottom." He licks at your lips, healing them with his cursed technique, before moving onto your cheek to do the same thing. "How did I end up with a stupid alpha?"
You growl at him, "It's not my fault I can't think." The smell of heat was so strong by now that your head was dizzy. "You want to tell the entire world you are trying to get fucked? Sounds whorish to me."
"It's working isn't it?" He feels you circling his hole, finally sliding your first finger in. "Will you turn me into your whore, alpha?"
The thought makes you groan out, head tilting back while he continues to lick and kiss your neck. But you don't dare to stop your movements, knowing that if you were, he would probably find some way for you to focus your attention back on him. He was greedy for it all.
The second finger slides in without much trouble, and now Sukuna is straddling you. He was much larger than you andhis frame completely engulfed you, but still he caved his body forward so that he could continue his ministrations. You already knew that your neck was to be covered in marks by the time he was through of you – he was possessive, and it wasn't because of his second gender.
Slick was now beginning to drip down his thigh, and he was beginning to rock his hips back and forward onto your fingers. The chair was making a screeching noise, upset with the large man for trying to put his weight on it.
You pull away for a second, and Sukuna immediately returns to kiss you again, cupping your face with two of his palms. Again, you try to pull away, and still, he doesn't let you speak, continuing to force his tongue into your mouth. A warning growl pulls at your throat, and you pull your fingers out of him.
He, in response, lets out his own growl, louder than yours, considering his growl was more out of disapproval at the removal of your fingers. His face by now was flushing red, a telltale sign that he was slipping completely into his heat.
"What now?" Sukuna hisses, and you roll your eyes.
But, instead of biting back another remark, you change your tone, taking the softer route. Omega's like to be coddled, and Sukuna was no exception, no matter his status. So, you rub at his cheek with your thumb. "I know you're feeling needy, but can we take this to the bedroom?"
His main set of eyes blinks at you, physically relaxing at your gentle touch and the crooning. You, in return, have to hold back a smirk, knowing that if he was to see it, he would grow pissed again. You couldn't help but compare his behavior to a bratty child. But still, he climbs off your lap, and you sigh in relief before squealing when he effortlessly lifts you with his top pair of arms.
A deep purr-like chuckle is let out, and he glances at you before walking over to your room. "I can walk, you know," you say, slightly pouting at being cradled like some sort of child.
"And risk you taking a fall and somehow dying on me? I am not risking the possibility of not getting fucked because you are the weakest creature that walks the earth." He doesn't even look at you when he says it, continuing to walk forward. You remain silent, just sighing and shaking your head, but used to this ridiculous behavior.
You notice the thick smell of arousal that was still pooling out of him, and most omegas would be stuck in their nests, barely able to walk. But Sukuna wasn't a typical omega, and you both found his unpredictableness endearing and nerve-wracking.
Your finger pulls his robe open, and without him looking, you latch your teeth onto his nipple, gently nibbling on the bud. He fumbles with his steps, and immediately, a clenched groan is let out, paired with a small shiver. The reaction pleases you, and so you smile at him before he can question your actions. "Still just as sensitive, I'm glad. Tonight is going to be," you reach up to trace the side of his face. "Fun."
The purr of approval vibrates his entire chest, and you laugh.
–
He kicked you out of your own room, as he did last time. When he arrived at your room and saw the perfectly made bed, along with the complete absence of his scent, he had borderline dropped you. So, just like last time, you sat outside your door, occasionally passing him more blankets or pillows, and crooning at him so that he didn't get pissed off thinking that you left him.
His heat smell was getting thicker with each minute, and in return, your head was growing foggy – you couldn't imagine what was going on in his own head. "You better have not moved from that position. I hear your stirring. Don't make me break your legs."
You haven't moved from your seated position in front of the door, so you roll your eyes. "I'm not going anywhere, clingy bastard. Just trying not to cum in my pants from your scent." It was a sarcastic remark, but when you hear the king chuckle in delight, you tap your head against the wooden door and close your eyes.
It was weird to have him back, and you are not surprised that your heart feels strange around him – you were bonded afterall. It was good to have him back – you found comfort in his scent, but the thought of him disappearing again made you frown. You tuck your knees close to you and bury your head in them.
Sukuna opens the door two minutes later, slightly panting and flushed red. His body was growing weak. Now, he was completely bare, and his cock was standing hard against his lower stomach. But, you didn't notice, still in your little ball on the floor.
He looks at you, raising his eyebrows, because he has never seen you in this state. You were always reeking of confidence, standing tall and proud while you openlingly defy him. He, strangely, didn't like to see you look like this and your scent was beginning to turn stale.
"Why does my alpha look like a mopey kitten?"
You don't look up at him, slightly pouting. "You have to promise me you won't leave after this. I'm not some fucktoy for your heat."
Sukuna would be lying if he didn't say his omega was purring at the idea of staying with you. The last couple of months have taken a toll on his body, and although he is the strongest person to walk this planet, it was quite annoying to be in a constant state of distress. "Ill think about it – depends on how well you fuck me. How can you be so whiny when I am the one with slick dripping down my thighs?"
You look up from your makeshift ball and are immediately hit with the smell of it. But, you dont have time to look at his thighs because you are being scooped up again like you truly were some sort of kitten. He holds you with one hand and uses another one to pet your head as he drags you to his nest. "There, there," he tries to comfort, "Dont be sad little alpha, you make me feel weird when you are moping."
He was purring at you, and even if you tried to, you couldn't help but feel better. But the moment doesn't last long — he drops you into his nest, crossing his top set of arms above you and waiting. You raise your eyebrows at him, glancing at his cock that was hard and on display before going back to his smug face. "Why are you showing me your useless cock?"
"Im not," he bites, baring his teeth for a moment, before shaking his head. "The nest. Compliment it."
"Oh."
Sukuna seemed to have a set of procedures he wanted to follow before getting to the real deal. It was surprising, considering that most omegas wouldn't miss a second of sex for something as silly as this. But you could tell he was beginning to struggle from the way he was slightly trembling.
You quickly turn to pillows and pillows, along with your miscellaneous dirty clothes. He was tapping his foot, quickly growing impatient. So you nod at him, giving him a small smile to show that you are happy. "Very nice. Soft, comfortable. I really like it. Good job, Sukuna."
He releases his pleased scent in waves, and a small croon leaves his lips. But even when you could tell that he was practically wagging his tail at the compliment, all he says is, "Good. You are to stay here for the duration of my heat. No exceptions. And dont you dare think about getting up to relieve yourself without telling me? I will string you alive."
That meant that he was probably going to be stalking into the kitchen for food and water like he did last time. Alphas are supposed to provide food/water and protection to their omegas in their most vulnerable state – Sukuna seemed to not follow traditional dynamics roles, which wasn't that surprising. But still, the idea of you being the one to be taken care of makes you slightly pout.
The omega seems to read your mind. "My vulnerable state is a million times stronger than you at your strongest. You stay in the nest."
"Your wish is my command, Lord Sukuna," you say sarcastically, leaning back in the cushions and sighing.
He finally comes crawling toward you, pinning you beneath his massive frame. But you are not intimidated by him, to say the least, so you just raise an eyebrow at him. He presses a small kiss to your neck before saying, "I like the way that sounds on your lips."
"Yeah, I bet you do, you arrogant bastard." He chuckles at you, taking a deep inhale of your scent and then gently rubbing his neck onto yours. The action is sweet, but you are flooded with the smell of arousal, so you are getting particularly impatient. "Are we going to fuck, or do I need to find another omega in heat?"
It was a risky joke, and you knew that you shouldn't have said that the second it left your mouth. But Sukuna, in turn, just rumbles another laugh, gently biting the skin of your neck. "Little alpha has jokes?" he asks, and you remain quiet, biting your lip and hoping that you dont cause the deaths of innocent people. "Do you think it would be funny if I killed every omega you laid eyes on?"
You grab his chin and force his lips onto yours. He eagerly accepts your advances, purring low while cupping your face with two hands. "Your means to distract me are so cute."
You don't respond to the mumble against your lips – instead, pushing your tongue into his mouth. You can feel himself beginning to rut against your pelvis, probably staining pre on your clothes. But, the fabric doesn't stand a chance anyway, as he tears through it with his finger. The sound causes you to pull away, frowning at him. "That was my favorite shirt."
"And it was in my way," he breathes, before pressing his mouth back to yours. You fingers begin to make their way to the back of his thighs and he hitches a breath when you finally bring your fingers back to his entrance. It was properly lubricated as it was before, and it makes it incredibly easy to slip two fingers in.
Sukuna breathes a sigh of relief at the feeling, having been daydreaming about you inside him for the past couple of hours. He unconsciously rocks his hips back into the digits while you scissor the hole, preparing him for what is later to come. Your knee comes up to where his cock grinds against, and he groans into your mouth.
You pull away from him, now choosing to focus on his neck. Your mouth litters it with kisses and small love bites, but focus on the outline of your teeth from three months earlier — the mark you gave him. It seemed to be a sensitive part for him, considering the way all of his eyes are squeezed shut and his arms trembled on the pillows next to you.
"Such a pretty mark," you coo, curling your fingers inside him slightly toward his stomach so that it hits his prostate right on.
Sukuna, in return, eyes fly open, and he chokes up a weak cough at the feeling. But, he quickly recomposes himself, swallowing some saliva and looking back at you. "Glad one of us likes it."
"You are a liar," you tease, kissing his jawline, "or else you wouldn't come crawling back to me. Tell me, Ryomen, did you miss me?"
"You are going to have to fuck me with something bigger than your fingers to get me to babble such nonsense." He holds a cocky grin, flashing his teeth before using his tongue to lick at your lips. The action makes you cringe and look away while he laughs.
But his moment of triumph is cut short when you plunge another finger inside him. It sends his mouth flying open, and his eyes widen at the intrusion before he lets out a guttural moan. "Fuckkkk," he groans, grinding himself on your fingers, "T-Thats more like it!"
You grin at him, rubbing your thumb on his lips. "Such a size queen. Do you need something bigger?"
His tongue darts out, and he licks at your thumb while you raise your eyebrows. He seemed to be glaring at you, but it didn't do much, considering his eyes were growing hazy and his cheeks were flushed. "You know what I want. Are you going to fuck me, or do I need to find another alpha?"
It was a cute attempt to try and use your words against you, so you can't help but laugh. "Have you ever been fucked by someone else, Sukuna? I swore I was the first to ever be inside you."
To this, he goes silent. It was true, and in fact, even if it went completely against instincts, Sukuna during his previous heats would be the one fucking his partners. He didn't care about their sex, nor their dynamic, all he was looking for was pleasure. Granted, being inside someone didn't have the same feeling as being the one penetrated, and he realized that very quickly after his first heat with you. He didn't know if he could go back to the half-ass pleasure he was grantedbefore.
So when he hears you laugh, the curse merely scoffs and looks away. But, you move quickly away from the subject, and instead push him off of you. "Get on your hands and knees," you say, and then sigh, knowing better than to give him any commands. "Sorry, that sounded demanding. Can you please get on your hands and knees, Sukuna? It will be easier for the both of us."
"I am not your bitch," he bites, but still, he climbs off of you and readjusts himself in front of you. He was not ashamed inthe way he presented himself – slick ran down his thigh and coated his hole while his cock laid heavy in between them with pre cum beading at the tip.
You sit up, giving his ass a squeeze that sends him growling at you. You go silent for a minute, preparing everything while he sits and waits semi-patiently. But once you are all ready, you grin at the muscled body laid out so perfectly in front of you. "Trust me, I know. But I do hope to change that."
He doesn't have time to respond when you are suddenly pushing into him. The curse, in return, grips at the sheets, turning his knuckles white from the mere force of it. He hisses out and bites at the pillow in front of his, and his ring stretches to take the new intrusion. "Fuck!" he groans, shaking his head, "Was it always this freakishly big? S-Slow down before I come up there and tear your head off!"
You roll your eyes at the threat but abide by his demand. "So dramatic," you sigh, using your finger to trace over his wet entrance. "You seem to be gobbling me up just fine down here. You are so whiny, king of curses."
He let out a string of profanities, and tears begin to prick in his eyes. It makes your own eyes light up, and you thrust forward to bottom out completely inside of him. His body erupts in a fit of shivers, and he hides his face from you in the pillows. Sukuna's entire body was burning up by now, and your hands trace at the flushed skin on his back while you wait for him to adjust to the length.
His whines, you realize very quickly, did not express his true feelings. The air was growing thick from arousal, and the second you bottomed out inside him, a pleased scent is released. Your lips curl up in a smile. "Well, aren't you just a little whore!"
Growls echo through the room, but you quickly shut them up by pulling out and thrusting forward. It makes his himchoke a gasp and more of the pleased scent is let out, making the room smell incredibly sweet. The power is getting to your head, but you relished in it for all you could, considering that once he got adjusted to the length inside him, he would be spitting his own insults in between moans.
But for now, you lean forward and lick at his neck, just over his scent gland. "You feel good? Finally sedated after having a cock up your ass?"
"I will if you do something with it. You are boring me to tears," he pants into the pillows, one of his eyes looking back at you. But you just shrug at the complaint and finally begin to move.
You start off slow, pulling your hips back all the way until the tip reaches his rim and then back forward. But it seems to have a greater effect on him than you thought. He lets out a muffled groan and slightly raises his hips so that it gives you easier access. You would comment on the display, but you watch a bead of slick drip down his thigh and instead remain quiet, so you dont miss the show.
The noises he makes are cute, low in pitch compared to most omegas, but dont hide the fact that he was in an immense amount of pleasure. The sight in front of you was one to behold – his hole stretched prettily just for you while his entire body was trembling. You could tell he was growing annoyed with the slow pace, so you move your hips quicker, only causing him to clench onto the sheets.
He curses out his own set of profanities, and so you lean forward, pressing your chest to his back, and kiss him. It shuts him up instantly, and the king is craning his neck back to kiss you with an
unmatched ferocity. It makes you chuckle in surprise at the desperation of it all, and he slightly growls into your mouth, knowing exactly what you are thinking.
His tongue was a lot larger than yours, and he seemed to have no shame in using it to completely claim the inside of your mouth. One of his hands also cups your face, trapping you to his lips. But, even with his possessive hold on you, you dont let up on your pace, knowing that he was to surely bite (and not on your neck) you in the position if you did.
And so his body jerks forward with each slam of your hips, and Sukuna has to push himself back so that he can reach your lips. His groans are eaten up by your mouth, but still, you can feel the vibrations of his purr. It makes you let out your own sounds of affection, and he greedily consumes them without shame.
You rip your face away from his, and he frowns at you for a split second, already on his way to let out another complaint, before you grab his neck and push it into the sheets. You dont do it hard — you aren't trying to suffocate him, but simply to show what position he is in. Now, his ass remains in the air while his face is buried in some of your pillows. He makes a sound of surprise, but you quicken your pace before he can ask what you are doing.
Your hips move at a rapid pace, and it gives him no room to adjust to the new position. You were drilling into him without a care in the world, creating a lewd sound of slapping of skin. It made his eyes widen, and he bit the soft fabric of the pillow, canines digging into the sheet, nearly tearing it apart.
You hook your finger into his mouth, pulling his lip back and contorting his pretty face. "Hey, relax. Dont rip up my pillows; I just bought them."
"F-Fuck you!" he warbles, but it comes out shaky and breathless from your movements, and you swear you can see his eyes beginning to roll back. But still, he brings his hand over to his mouth and chews on the flesh instead. The action only makes you grin, knowing he was slowly beginning to give in to his instincts to please his alpha.
So, you lean forward, not daring to stop your movements until your chest was pressed to his back. Then you find his ear and lean close till you are centimeters away from it and say, "Well, aren't you just a good boy? Doing so well for me, huh, my omega? Pleasing your alpha by taking me whole."
Much to the surprise of both of you, his abdomen tenses up, and cum shoots out of his cock. It stains the sheets a creamy shade of white, and his entire body begins to tremble with the shocks. The curse doesn't make a peep, biting his lip as he clenches onto the walls of the nest and tightens around your length.
The action makes your eyes widen, and a breathless laugh falls from your lips. "You wanted me to be mean to you your last heat, but you have a praise kink?"
His entire back was turning red, and his cheeks twinged with embarrassment. The man shows you his teeth, growling slightly while craning his neck to look at you. "I do not. Watch your mouth, little alpha, before you piss me off."
"Do you want to be my good boy, Sukuna?"
Your breath was right next to Sukunas ear, and his entire body goes through a fit of shivers. His scent was screaming Yes. Yes. Yes. But Sukuna just faces the pillow and shakes his head. "Shut up. You are disgusting me."
Your hips begin to pick up their pace again, and a small whimper escapes his lips from the twinge of overstimulation. But still, immediately he begins to press himself back into you, not daring to escape the pleasure he had sought out for. Your lips find his neck, and you begin to litter it with marks, which only drives Sukuna to the brink of insanity due to his instinctual fondness for being "claimed."
"Look so pretty for me," you trace your finger over your claim mark, "Pretty and marked up. So perfect. How am I so lucky to be mated to you?"
"Stop it," he mewls for the first time, voice wavering, and he shakes his head as if trying to snap himself out of a trance. His hips push back into you, and you grin at the display before gripping his hips even tighter. Even his back was pressed into a deeper arch, unconsciously presenting his full self to you.
You run your fingers through his hair at his groans, pressing a kiss to his temple. "Can you cum for me again, my sweet boy?"
The coo next to his ear sends his eyes flying open, and a guttural moan slips out. His legs, flushed a shade of red from the heat of it all, begin to shake, and before he knows it, he comes tumbling off the toy, ass still in the air as his second, much stronger orgasm crashes over him. His hole clenches around nothing, and he bites his teeth into his hands, letting a round of muffled moans fill the air. Tears even begin to fall down his cheek, and his entire body trembles while cum stains the sheets.
He had cum twice in the past ten minutes. It was common for omegas to get overwhelmed and orgasm quickly after another, but for Sukuna, this was incredibly rare. He had a praise kink, and this confirmed it.
It was a pretty sight, and so you cock your head to the side, tracing the skin between his thighs, admiring the trembling muscles. The man goes eerily quiet after his second orgasm, and his body looks tense. "Sukuna?"
He doesn't answer, not daring to look at you. You lean forward to get a look at his face, but he turns around and lets out a low warning growl. It makes you pause for a moment, confused, and then you see a drop of blood fall onto the white pillow in front of you. He still doesn't look your way.
He was hurt, and your instincts took the better of you. "Sukuna, look at me."
The omega lets out another small growl — this one weak and barely heard. In return, you growl louder and let out an abundance of pheromones, causing him to tense up, incredibly close to submitting. Then you grab his chin and force his face toward you.
Your eyes widen at the sight. He was biting his lip so hard that blood was beginning to fall down his chin. But, it wasn't that that surprised you. No, it was Sukuna's expression. His face was an abnormal shade of red even for his heat, the flush going to his ears and down his neck. His eyes were glassy with tears, and he didn't dare make eye contact with you.
Sukuna was embarrassed from cumming so hard from the praise you gave him. You have to hold back a croon — the king of curses look unfathomably cute in your hold.
Your finger ghosts over his lips, and you murmur, "Heal it". He obeys without much thought, and in an instant, the pink flesh is restored. But the curse still doesn't look at you, so you kiss his cheek. You knew he didn't mean to, but a small whimper slips past his lips at the affection. Your grin is wolfish.
"Why are you upset?" You croon, knowing exactly why. Your positions seemed to have switched. It was less than an hour ago when he was the one trying to comfort you. Although his reasoning for being upset was definitely not as reasonable, bug you aren't going to complain when he looks so cute.
"Im not, weakling. Let's just go again. C-C'mon, im starting to feel itchy again."
You lean forward kissing his jaw and then moving to his neck to press another kiss to his scent gland. His entire body shudders. "So needy. You're lucky you're so cute. Do you want your alpha to make you feel good again, hmm?"
When your tongue licks a stripe on his scent gland, Sukuna groans, head spinning. He hates that when you scent mark him, it makes him feel giddy, like some sort of pathetic school girl. You are supposed to be a quick fuck, and then he was going to leave again, but the way your talking to him, like he really was your omega makes his heart pound in his chest. Would he always feel like this if he were to stay with you? Make this his permanent nest? Be your mate?
A purr rumbles through his chest.
Sukuna never considered having a mate. But alas this is the second time he has had this thoughts. The first when he nearly forced you to bite him, and now, his second heat with you. His sober mind pushed away the thoughts immediately and instead took to hiding from you. But could he do that again? It was borderline unbearable for the omega — it went against what his instincts were screaming at him to do. To be with his alpha.
You nibble on his ear, already pushing back into him and this time Sukuna groans out. His body was angry at him for attempting to go a third round without a break, but he didnt care, it felt too good. His hips push into yours and he hisses when you wrap your hands around his cock.
"How many times do you want to cum today?" You ask, voice breathless as you keep up the ruthless pace that would only please Sukuna. Your movements were quick in pace, jabbing into his sensitive spot without mercy, exactly how he likes it.
His mouth begins to hang open and his eyes hold a glaze to them. Now, he looked more akin to what a normal omega would look like in a heat. He was just a little harder to break down, but his roots were all the same.
Sukuna blinks at your question, slow, mindless. “Mhmmm…a-lot..? Wanna…cum…”
You giggle at the warble, but this time he doesnt say anything snarky in return. In fact, he seems to be pleased at himself for making you laugh. For making you seemingly happy. He tries to lean his head back to scent you, but due to your arm pushing his head into the nest, he doesn't go very far. He growls in displeasure.
You instead lean forward and rub your neck against his, even if there was minimal to no effect in the action. His scent was already so potent you were to be smelling of him for at least a week after his heat. But you indulge him in the instinctual pleasure, and he sighs into what is most likely your dirty shirt. A fucked out smile tugs at his lips, your eyes lighten.
"You're like a grumpy kitten, you know?" You run your fingers through his pink hair, brushing it back. Your movementsof your hips slow slightly, but they are still deep and give Sukuna enough pleasure for him not to whine out. You kiss the back of his neck. "Hiss and claw and bite whatever it sees. But the second the fierce creature gets some warm milk, it's back to being cute and docile, just like you, Sukuna."
Gears are turning in Sukunas head, no doubt from the intensity of his heat, so you wait and continue to brush at his hair and kiss at his neck in time with your thrusts. A couple seconds later he manages to bite back a weak, "Not cute or docile…bastard."
You hum at him, grabbing his chin when his mouth falls open after you seemed to his his prostate. "Docile may not be the best word, sedated maybe. Just need some dick to calm you down." You take a moment to catch your breath, panting slightly into his muscular shoulder. "I can keep you sedated."
"S-Stop babbling nonsense."
"Not just with sex," you continue, releasing an abudance of calming phermones that almost match his intensity. Then you let out a croon, paired with a nearly overdramatic purr. He was too weak to fight his instincts and so practically mewls at the sound, letting out his own purr in return.
"I can keep you calm, make you feel safe." Although you knew you could never be as strong as him, you could try at least. Your hand reaches below him to play with his dick again, and Sukuna jumps. "I'll put up with your hissy fits and your extremely possessive nature. The killing…will be something to be discussed when I'm not inside you."
To this, Sukuna makes a sound that shocks you. He laughs. Its not mocking like they usually were, harsh and mean, instead it more like a giggle, like he truly thought what you said was humorous. You pray it's not the heat talking but you try not to get your hopes up.
Instead, you continue on your rant, now picking up the pace of your hips. You slam into him, restarting the rhythm of the slapping of skin on skin. Sukuna bites the pillow, but you pull his hair back, earning a pained moan from the man. "Y-You can kick me out of my room to build your nest whenever you want. Fuck, I can just permanently sleep on the couch if that'll make you happy."
Sukuna couldnt respond, his eyes were practically rolling back. You were so deep inside him that he could barely think. However, the desperation in your tone, paired with the saturated scent of you trying to please him, conveyed exactly what you were saying to him. He hates that it makes him happy to see you want him, to feel desired by you. It should be an inconvenience, really, but he can't help but feel like his own feelings were being returned.
"F-Fuck, gonna cum again!"
Your hand is rutheless on his cock and your mouth nibbles at his neck. "I'll make you happy, Sukuna, you know that. You just got to let me."
Hes grown dangerously hot and he fees the muscles begin to tense up with his upproaching orgasm. A wracked sob leaves his lips, and he squeezes his eyes shut.
"Be my omega, Sukuna. Let me love you." You dont give him a chance to respond before you dig your teeth into the exactsame spot you marked him just a couple of months ago.
Claws dig into cloth beneath him, and his eyes widen at the pain. But your words paired with the bite send him over the edge, and hes cumming once again, harder than the previous times. Tears stream down his face and he doesnt let out a noise this time – he holds his breath while the pleasure takes over. His hole clentches around you and his legs shake from under you. There is no doubt that more of the nest was stained a milky shade of white.
You slump against him this time, licking at the wound, before rolling off with a sigh. He groans a little when you pull away from him, but your hands travels to his face, rubbing against his cheekbone. Sukuna, for the first time, looks tired, like that orgasm took a toll on him. Although, you have never seen him look so content. A small smile sits contently on his face, and he looks at you with soft eyes.
Then, much to your surprise, the large man grabs onto you and forces you close to him. You yelp in suprise, but he justwraps two sets of arms around your form and buries his face into your neck, taking a long, dramatic inhale and then sighing contently. You pet his hair with a chuckle.
"Are you thinking about my offer? Although, if you did live here we would have to get a bigger apartment…You are too big." The sentence felt ironic considering how small he looked when pressed to close to you. It was strange to see a creature so big act so small, like some sort of overgrown lap dog. He would murder you if he heard you think something like that.
He closes his first set of eyes and peers at you with the second. Then he shakes his head. "I'll think about it. Now let me rest, pathetic alpha."
Maybe it was a naive hope, but Sukuna seemed rather pleased when saying that. It was the closest think to a yes you will get, you kiss at the top of his head and he groans in annoyance. "Yeah, yeah, whiny omega. Go to sleep before you get horny again."
"Dont try to leave the nest. I'm not kidding, I will incapitate you if you try anything funny."
"I won't, you bloodthirsty murderer. Now sleep."
"I'm fucking going!" he mutters and you let out a laugh as he gentle nips at the skin on your neck. He then grabs your hand and forces it on his head, silently demanding you to pet him.
You run your fingers through his short pink hair, and he purrs contently. It doesn't take him long to fall asleep, and you are not far after. You needed to rest before the monster would wake you eight hours later with a flushed face and a wicked grin. You did promise him an abudance of orgasms after all.
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After a hazy five days, Sukuna awakes in the dirty nest. He doesn't feel itchy and disgustingly hot, but his body is sore, and he seems to still be exhausted. You lay draped across him, head on his chest and sleeping soundly, equally spent as he is from keeping up with his demands. The curse stares at you for a long moment before one of his hands comes to trace your cheek, admiring the soft skin and how small you are compared to him. You are too breakable for an alpha, it makes him nervous.
He doesnt think about it when leans forward and gets a good whiff of your scent. The scent of his mate. He purrs quietly to himself, careful not to wake you.
You stirr in his hold and he gulps, eyes flickering toward the door. He could leave if he wanted to, come back for his next heat. You wouldn't send him away, even if you tried with your weak commands, you had a weak heart. A weak, pathetic human alpha loves him — someone unworthy of his own love. Sukuna frowns.
You make a mewling noise and nuzzle into his chest like some sort of cat. Red eyes tear from the door and back to your sleeping face. Sukuna scoffs at you, hating that he found you cute, before pinching your cheeks together that pulls a whine from you. This was the person that was supposedly going to make him feel safe? He laughs.
But the second your tired, fond eyes gaze up at him he unconsciouslly had made his decision.
He tilts your head to the side, four pairs of eyes scanning the smooth skin along your neck. It was too bare. Sukuna had to change that, or else some omegas would get the wrong idea. He flashes his canines, dragging his tongue along them and grinning at your wide eyes.
Babes can you do a fic with any character honestly even oc if you want, with some fingering, throat fucking and pegging like really rough treatment and then soft aftercare pleaseeee
Bratty Sukuna
In which you fuck and suck the brattines out of him
warnings: bratty!sukuna, sukuna lactating, throat fucking, fingering, pegging, slight pain/blood (his nails digging into your back)
character: Sukuna
masterlist, lactating toji, lactating nanami
“Get on the fucking bed.”
“Fuck you, pervert.”
Sukuna, as always, had pissed you the fuck off. Now it was time for his punishment to take place, whether it was spanking him or fucking him to tears. But he was the greatest brat who had ever stepped foot on this earth. Persisting in being right, asking you why he was supposed to be punished, asking you who the fuck you thought you were.
Oh, he was in trouble. Because you knew if he was truly against this, he would have pushed you away from him or he would have attempted to take your life (and succeed). He loved toying with you. When you twisted his nipples, he didn't find it so funny anymore. But he couldn't shut up for the life of him. Even when you left his side and walked towards the closet, he continued to be annoying. Bitching around, throwing a fit. Throwing insults at your head.
But he cut himself off as soon as you turned back towards him, and you were wearing your strap. Curling your finger in his direction, you motioned for him to come your way, all the way to the end of the bed. He rolled his eyes. But suddenly, he was calm. Suddenly, he listened to you. He crawled towards you, bed dipping with every movement of his until he was right in front of you. You slapped the tip of your strap against his cheek, making his cheeks flush red.
‘“The fuck are you looking at? Start sucking.” Hesitantly, he opened his mouth, his pretty lips wrapping around the tip of your strap. He sucked slowly, looking up at you while teasingly twirling his tongue around the tip. Obviously, you couldn't feel anything, but damn, he was so sexy. Then, you grabbed a fistful of his hair, pulling him down until his nose hit your stomach. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying not to gag, but failed.
After about the third gag, you pulled out of his mouth, letting him take a few deep breaths before plunging back into his mouth. Over and over, you continued fucking his mouth, his throat, drawing muffled whines and tears from him, using his saliva as a lubricant. One final thrust, and you released his hair, making him cough and wheeze in agony, trying to catch his breath. But before he could even do that, you ordered him to rest on his back.
He switched positions as fast as he could, lying on his back. At that point, you were horny. Hungry. Hungry for everything involving him. You pushed up his shirt, pinching one of his soft nipples. Then you licked one nub teasingly, leaving it squirming.
Just as suddenly, you wrapped your lips around the little bud, latching on to it and swirling your tongue around the sensitive bundle of nerves. He gasped, arching his back beneath you as you sucked the milk right out of his pec, massaging the other.
He tried pushing you off, noticing how the sensation was starting to get to him. He was hard, his hole was pulsing, waiting to be filled with your strap. But you had other plans first. You let go of his nipple with a little sound, your saliva and leaking milk connecting you.
Reaching for your nightstand, you grabbed a bottle of lube, lubing up your fingers at lightning speed, prying his legs apart. And he let them fall to his sides effortlessly as you continued sucking, this time on the other nipple.
He squeezed his eyes shut, and the second he could feel one of your fingers pushing into him, his mouth fell open in a quiet scream. It didn't take long before you were pumping two of your thick fingers into him, free hand wrapped around his peck as you milked him from both ends.
A gasp left his lips when you curled up your fingers, hitting his prostate with every thrust. The second you added a third finger, he came with a loud whine, creaming all over his belly.
Now it was time for the real thing. Gently, you pulled your fingers out of him, making him shiver, leaving him empty and dissatisfied. He was a slut, of course, this wouldn't be enough for him. He needed much more to quiet down his hunger.
His hunger for getting his ass stuffed.
Pushing his legs up to his chest was your favourite part that night. Watching the king of curses withering beneath you, spreading his hole and begging you to do something. Anything to satisfy his cravings. Fill him up.
You lubed up your strap first, watching the thin layer of lube you had coated your strap with. Making sure every single follicle was submerged in it. Then you pushed at his entrance, shoving your toy in slowly at first, steady, letting his hole grip onto your strap. He bit down on his lower lip, pressing a flat hand to your abdomen as you were about to bottom out.
“Fuck no,” you muttered, grabbing his hand and pinning it right above his head, grabbing the other and keeping it up there as well. You moved your hips slowly, pulling out of him before slamming back inside roughly, making him throw his head back, a moan getting caught up in his throat. “You were talking all that shit earlier.”
You moved your hips steadily, going deep and slow, making sure he felt all of your movements in his core, in his muscles, in his veins, everywhere. All of this had only started because he was jealous of someone looking at you. You hadn't even noticed the guy.
You let go of his arms, leaning down to suck on his nipples as you hold his legs up, leaving you more access to his hole. He squealed, hands flying to cling to you, digging those long nails into your back until they were drawing blood.
But neither you nor he cared. He wanted to mark his territory and show everyone he belonged to you. And you? You were enjoying every second of this. The pain, his moans, his milk, everything about him was delicious. “You're so fucking stingy… And I love it.” You muttered, biting into his pec, drawing a groan from him. “But we need to work on that attitude of yours.”
This is my first time making a request, but would it be okay to request some exhibitionist headcanons for the JJK cast🤔
I feel like the characters who'd be most into it would be Gojo, Toji and Sukuna, if I'm being honest, they seem to be characters who would be the most adventurous in that scenario.
ofc anon tyyy!<33 mdni! cw- n/a I think, this was vanilla compared to my prior works :))))
exhibitionist gojo who while your walking downtown pulls you into an alley closest to the street, and people walking by
pinning him against the brick wall kissing down his pale neck, smelling his cologne.
exhibitionist gojo who whimpers louder when he hears people walking by
exhibitonist gojo who cums in your hand jerking him off messaging the tip as the security gaurd's flashlight shines on you.
exhibitionist toji who grabs your hand while on a double date with friends, and put your hand over his erect dick.
continuing the conversation like your not palming your bf under the table. toji is soo sensitive rn :(, you've been teasing him all day. *y'know he's getting close when his pecks start to twitch.*
exhibitionist toji whose also a slut who attempts to continue conversation sweating and stuttering slightly.
exhibitionist toji who cums the moment your friends say there goodbyes.
exhibitionist sukuna who will literally let you fuck him in the back of the movies unshamlessly.
you went to ACC see the film sukuna on the other hand had ulterior motives. the moment you get there he suggest you sit in the back *red flag* .
exhibitionist sukuna who upon being seated in setteled starts kissing you and giving the most pathetic fuck me eyes he could muster.
exhibitionist sukuna lets you pull his head between your legs, so you can really enjoy the movie in peace.
a/n - tysm for requesting I'm sooo happy <33 I'm getting request and comments and stuff I was so thirst 4 some! KEEP EM COMINNNN
