â.đ Ì- your force heian!sukuna to have a picnic in the gardens
your husband reclines on the fluffly picnic blanket,he rests on one of his arms, worn hands cup his cheek, keeping him steady in a stance of pure relaxation, a rare sight from the king of curses. Ringlets of dark, black tattoos are engraved around his muscular arms, they move in sync as his two other empty arms lazily play with your hair as you lie down.
The birds that sit on the branches from the sweet blossom tree that stands above you both, they sing in harmony which echoes through the beautiful gardens that sukuna had made just for you. Your favourite flowers are planted everywhere.
Your eyes are closed, body sprawled like a starfish as you let the sun shine down on your body.
the scent of rich, tasty delicacies bloom in both your faces-teasing you both into wanting to eat it all. Sukuna had all of your favourite treats to be brought out on this picnic you wanted to have.
Your angelic voice breaks the comfortable silence between you both âfeed meâ
He doesnât respond for a second, although you can feel his glare burning into your skin. You whine to get his attention. âBrat, not a please?â
âplease feed me, my lord â you rephrase, your sentence.
Sukuna canât believe what heâs about to do, the king of curses who could destroy man kind with a click of his fingers, is going to use his own free will to feed a mortal that he wonât ever say out loud that he loves.
He huffs and puffs while picking up a fresh grape âtch, openâ you open your mouth, a grape lands in your agape mouth.
A joyous hum leaves your mouth, âanother oneâ you ask again.
Heâs in disbelief, âwho do you think you are, bratâ he teases with no harm around it, and you know it .
âLet me thinkâ you hum and pretend to think.
âthe person you loveâ
Heâs never said the exact words, you donât expect him to either, when you first met he was blatantly rude and had no manners, he was seen as a tyrant and no one should cross his path otherwise their head would we wiped off.
This was all before he actually acknowledged you, when he did it all changed he became softer and did absolute everything for you, and thatâs his love language
He doesnât say anything back but continues to place the grape in your mouth
Thatâs what happens for the rest of the warm afternoon, sukuna feeds you, whenever you ask for something. When you arenât demanding food you thrive in each others company.
Sukuna making his favorite concubine massage him while naked<3
Your bare skin prickled with goosebumps as you straddled Sukuna's massive thighs, the heat radiating from his cursed body warming your core.
Completely naked, your breasts swayed gently with each movement, nipples hardening in the cool air of his domain. His four eyes fixed on you, two smirking with amusement, the others tracing the curve of your hips down to where your pussy brushed against his leg. "Start with my shoulders, woman," he growled, voice low and commanding, his tattooed arms flexing under your tentative hands.
You poured oil into your palms, the slick liquid warming quickly as you pressed your fingers into the broad expanse of his back. Sukuna's muscles were like carved stone, unyielding yet yielding just enough under your kneading touch. He let out a deep rumble, almost a purr, as you worked out the knots from his upper traps, your thumbs circling firmly. Your naked body leaned forward, breasts grazing his skin, sending a jolt straight to your clit.
"Harder," he demanded, not turning but sensing your hesitation. You obeyed, digging deeper, your small hands contrasting against his hulking frame. The friction made your thighs slick, arousal dripping onto his skin as you shifted. Sukuna's hand shot up suddenly, gripping your wrist and guiding it lower, to the dip of his lower back. "There. Feel that tension? Undo it."
Your breaths came quicker now, heart pounding as you massaged along his spine, fingers slipping over the black markings that seemed to pulse under your touch. He was immense, your naked form dwarfed beside him, yet the power dynamic thrilled you. A soft moan escaped when his free hand trailed up your thigh, thumb brushing the edge of your folds without mercy. "You're soaking already. Pathetic. Keep going."
you rocked your hips subtly, grinding your wet pussy against his thigh for relief while your hands roamed to his sides, squeezing the ridges of his obliques. Sukuna chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through you. "Desperate little thing. Massage my chest nextâstraddle me properly." He shifted onto his back, his erection springing free, thick and veined, the tip already beading with precum.
You climbed over him carefully, knees on either side of his hips, your dripping entrance hovering just above his cock. Starting at his pecs, you oiled your hands and rubbed in wide circles, thumbs flicking over his pierced nipples. He hissed, one hand clamping onto your ass, spreading you open. "Good. Now lowerâtease my abs." Your body trembled as you slid down, breasts dragging along his torso, leaving a trail of your own excitement.
Fingers splayed across the etched lines of his abdomen, you pressed and stroked, feeling the power coiled beneath. Sukuna's cock twitched against your belly, hot and insistent, smearing precum on your skin. "Fuck, you're making me hard just from this," he muttered, eyes darkening as he watched your naked form work. You whimpered, circling your hips to rub your clit against his length without penetration.
"Don't stop," he ordered, voice rougher now. Your hands ventured to his hips, massaging the V-lines that led to his groin, dangerously close to his throbbing shaft. He groaned when your fingers brushed the base, veins pulsing under your touch. Emboldened, you wrapped one hand around him loosely, stroking as if it were part of the massage, thumb swirling over the head to spread his leaking fluid.
Sukuna bucked up, the tip nudging your entrance teasingly. "That's itâwork me like you mean it." You pumped him slowly, other hand cupping his heavy balls, rolling them gently. Your pussy clenched emptily, juices coating his cock as you ground down harder. He grabbed your hair, yanking you forward until your lips hovered over his. "Kiss me while you stroke."
Your mouth crashed against his, tongues tangling in a messy, heated kiss, all teeth and dominance from him. You jerked him faster, the slick sounds filling the air alongside your muffled moans. His free hand pinched your nipple, twisting until you arched, pussy sliding along his length in desperation. "Beg for it," he rasped against your lips, releasing your hair.
"Please, Sukuna... I need you inside," you gasped, hands never stopping their rhythm on his cock and thighs. He smirked, flipping you onto your back in one fluid motion, your naked body pinned under his weight. "Massage's over. Now I'll fuck the need out of you." His massive cock pressed against your folds, stretching you inch by inch as he thrust in deep.
You cried out, walls clenching around his girth, the fullness overwhelming. Sukuna pounded relentlessly, hips snapping with brutal force, each drive hitting your cervix. Your legs wrapped around him, nails raking his back where you'd massaged moments ago. "So tight... milking me already," he growled, one hand choking your throat lightly while the other pinned your wrist.
The pace quickened, his balls slapping against your ass, the wet squelch of your pussy echoing. You babbled incoherently, pleasure coiling tight as he angled to grind your clit with every thrust. "Cum for meâsqueeze my cock," he commanded, teeth grazing your neck. Your orgasm hit like a wave, body convulsing, juices squirting around him.
He didn't stop, fucking you through it, his own release building. "Gonna fill you up," Sukuna snarled, slamming deeper. With a roar, he came, hot spurts flooding your womb, overflowing and dripping down your thighs. You shuddered, aftershocks rippling as he collapsed half on you, cock still twitching inside.
Panting, he pulled out slowly, cum leaking from your abused hole. "Good massage," he murmured mockingly, fingers dipping into the mess to push it back in. You whined, body spent and satisfied, as his lips claimed yours in a possessive kiss. The intimacy lingered, his hands now tracing your curves lazily, promising more.
One day, the usual servant that bathes sukuna was off doing other duties this time. Sukuna called you to his chambers. His eyes narrowed as he basically sized you up. âRun my bath.â He commanded with his usual gruff tone that demanded respect. You bowed, âYes, my lord.â And headed off to the humongous bath to start the water.
You helped him out of his robe, and he got into the steaming hot bath, the bath suddenly looking much too small when he steps inside.
You scrubbed his back and his four huge arms. His body is so huge that you had to keep adding soap to the washcloth to successfully clean his entire back. Sukuna didnât wanna admit this, but you were better at this than the other servant by a LONG shot.
Once his body was finished it was time for you to wash his hair. âWash my hair.â He ordered, his four eyes were closed but opened two slightly to look at you. You nodded and lathered the shampoo into his hair. You wanted to try something that may or may not get you killed.
You lightly scratched his scalp, your nails barely grazing it. You tried again this time, pretending that youâre just lathering the shampoo into his hair. You gently scratched his scalp, the back of his neck, even behind his ears. He let out a low hum that sounded like a purr. Like a huge, malevolent cat getting head scratches.
You stopped to rinse his hair out. âWhyâd you stop?â He asks, sitting up ever so slightly. Sukuna still maintains his gruff and sonorous tone, but you swear you couldâve heard the tiniest whine. âIâm rinsing the shampoo out, my lord.â You replied softly. âSpeak up, woman. I didnât hear a word you said.â He huffs, heâs so sassy. It almost makes you laugh, but you value your life so you stifle it. âIâm rinsing the shampoo out, my lord.â You repeated, voice a little louder this time. âMake it quick then⊠andâ do what you just did before again.â He leans back into the tub as you rinse the shampoo. âDo what, my lord?â You asked, playing dumb to see if his pride will let him say it. âDonât act stupid with me, human. Iâve ripped peopleâs tongues out for playing those types of games with me.â He spoke, but for some reason his words didnât scare the fuck out of you as much as youâd like to admit it.
âApologies, my lord.â You went back to scrubbing the rest of the product out. A beat of silence. âBut seriouslyâ do that again though..â He spoke, his tone almost shy. You hid your smile.
You went in with the second round of shampoo, scratching and massaging his scalp. Sukuna would let small little groans of pleasure escape his lips.
Later you help him out of the bath, into his robe. âOi.â He speaks roughly. You hummed in acknowledgment. âYou will come to my chambers whenever I request your presence for those⊠head scratches.â Sukuna speaks the last words with a bashful look on his face. You smiled and nodded. âOf course, my lord.â
Sukuna thought it was the cutest thing ever, âWhat was that you just did?â He pointed to your lips. âuh.. smile?â You asked confused. His thumbs found its way to the corner of both sides of your mouth and lifted them slightly âYou did that. Do it again.â He spoke, his voice dropping to almost a gentle tone. You gave him what he wanted and smiled sweetly at him, he couldâve sworn that his heart skipped a beat. It hasnât done that in a long, long time.
Sukuna turned away abruptly. âYou may leave now.â His gruff voice returning back again. You left his chambers, face burning red hot. Sukunas touch was surprisingly gentle for hands thatâs only ever known violence.
One night, you were getting ready for bed when Uraume stood at the edge of your bed. âLord sukuna is requesting your presence.â You got up from your bed, confused. You went into his chambers and he was rested against his headboard. âYou summoned me?â You asked cautiously, he nods âthatâs right. I want you to do that thing.â He says quietly, too quietly. You knew he was a bit embarrassed. You padded over to his bed, he laid on his stomach, hiding his face in the pillows. You smiled to yourself. You pulled out a stool and sat next to his bed as you ran your fingers through his scalp. Gently scratching the spots you know makes his eyes roll back.
You kept going and gently massaged the nape of his neck, you assumed he was asleep so you pulled away to leave the room. âWhyâd you stop?â A hoarse voice calls out as soon as youâre about to walk out the door. âDid I say you could leave? Get your ass back here, servant.â You froze for a second. âIâm sorry!â You squeaked, slightly startled from him unexpectedly being awake the whole time. âTch, I coulda killed you for thatâŠâ He mutters. Sukuna glares at you with his usual disgusted expression but you could see something in his eyes, something that youâre unsure if youâre crazy for seeing.
You kept going until he seriously fell asleep this time, you admired sukuna while he slept for a bit. He turned over back on his back, you took in his every feature. The way his lips part, the way his brows furrow, the way he kisses his teeth even in his sleep. After a while he cracked two eyes open. âWhat are you staring at?â His voice slightly rasped from disuse. âOut with it, woman.â He turned over on his side, trying to hide the slight flush that dusted his cheeks.
You scurried out the room, so embarassed that youâve been caught out.
The next time you were called over to his chambers, you both said nothing about it. You just washed his hair quietly.
And that became the routine. Whenever you couldnât bathe him in that exact moment, he would make you stop whatever youâre doing or just wait for you to finish. Uraume suggested another servant and he shut them down so fast that he even surprised himself.
He started to ease your workload, making sure youâre not doing as much work as you used to. Youâre mainly just cleaning his chambers, washing his hair, scrubbing his back, and literally putting him to sleep. Every night.
Youâre the only servant he has a tolerance for, and youâre the only servant heâll protectâ Alongside uraume of course.
One day it was your birthday, sukuna calls you over to his chambers. â[name.]â His voice lacked its usual disapproving tone. âI heard itâs your birthday, correct?â He raises an eyebrow expectantly. You nodded âYeah, it is.â You were weirded out from this since youâve been a servant of his for almost 3 years now and heâs never really done anything like this until recently.
âCome here.â He beckoned you over with his lower right arm, his chin resting on his lower left arm. Heâs sitting on his huge throne that makes him feel special, if he wasnât so big and scary he would look so stupid in that throne. You padded over hesitantly. He lifts you into his lap with one hand, pulling you against his chest. You were stunned and you didnât even have any words to articulate how caught off guard you are. if you werenât already speechless, he begins to card his fingers through your hair. His touch was surprisingly gentle.
Sukuna began lightly scratching your scalp, just like youâd been doing to him. âDonât expect me to do this often.â he clarifies, trying to keep his tough exterior around you.
You relaxed under his touch and his chest started to feel all warm and fuzzy, a feeling he hasnât felt in millenniumsâ if not ever.
Yep, youâre definitely his favourite.
âYou make me feel like a clueless idiot, woman.â He mutters, shaking his head. His low voice vibrating through his chest and against your cheek. Your eyes widened slightly before you smiled and nestled closer against him, making yourself comfortable. âHow so?â You mumbled. âYouâre making me feel⊠things.â He tried to explain but he simply couldnât. âIâve killed people for the doing the things you do on a daily basis, but I canât bring myself to hurt you.â he spoke, almost disgusted with himself.
You giggled against his chest. âGood to know, sukuna. I guess iâll test my limits more often.â He tugs on your hair playfully. âDonât even think about it, woman.â
Good job! Youâve been spared by the king of curses because you simply give good head scratches.
from the moment their union was forced upon him by some political bullshit from the clans, he despised her.
she was pretty enough, sureâsharp features, painted lips, always draped in those sheer, slutty robes that clung to her bony frame like a desperate whore.
but pretty didn't mean shit when she opened her mouth.
constant whining, nagging about every little thing. "i want this jewel from the east," she'd screech, or "why won't you fuck me like a real man?" as if her dry, uninviting cunt deserved his attention.
she'd slut around the estate, flirting with guards, spending his gold on worthless trinkets and powders that didn't even scratch his endless fortune. but the noise, the endless bitching â it grated on him like nails on stone.
sex with her was a chore, an obligation to keep up appearances.
he'd flip her over, ram his cocks into her without a second thought, chasing his own release.
her pleasure? irrelevant.
he'd spill inside her or on her face, pull out, and leave her panting and unsatisfied. she came sometimes, sure, from the sheer force of him, but he never cared to check.
never rubbed her clit, never kissed her skin, never made her body shake.
she was a hole to dump in when aggression boiled over.
then you arrived.
an offering from a wealthy city, trembling like a fawn in his throne room.
gods, you were perfection.
silky hair cascading down your shoulders, big eyes wide with innocence that made his cocks twitch instantly. plush lips parted in fear, and your bodyâfuck, curvy and soft, hips wide, thighs thick, breasts heavy and full.
no skinny stick like his wife; you were plush everywhere he wanted to grab, squeeze, bruise.
that deer-in-headlights look, so pure, so corruptible.
he claimed you that night, bending you over his throne and fucking you slow at first, watching your eyes roll as you sobbed his name.
within months, you were his favorite concubine.
he'd summon you daily to his private chambers, spoiling you rotten. silk robes that hugged your curves, jewels dripping from your neck and wrists, the finest foods laid at your feet. you'd blush and deny, but he'd growl, "take it , it's yours." and you'd melt, letting him dress you up just to rip it off later.
with you, sex was different.
he'd eat your cunt for hours, tongue lapping at your folds until you squirted on his face, screaming.
he'd make you cum first, alwaysâfingers curling inside you, thumb on your clit, until your plush thighs quivered. only then would he fuck you, one cock stretching your tight hole while the other rubbed against your ass or slid in right next to the other one.
he cared if you were content, your bliss fueling his own.
his wife? forgotten.
he'd only touch her when rage demanded an outlet, pounding her roughly before seeking your soft warmth to soothe him.
today had been hell.
his wife had been extra insufferableâstrutting around in a robe so thin her nipples poked through, whining about some rare fabric merchant who refused her overpriced order.
"you're the king of curses! make him sell it to me!" she'd snapped, hands on her hips, tits jiggling like the cheap whore she was.
her voice drilled into his skull all day, interrupting meetings, following him like a shadow.
by nightfall, something snapped.
enough.
he wouldn't hide anymore. roaring for a servant, he barked, "summon my concubine. to the marital chambers. now."
you arrived minutes later, heart pounding, dressed in the sheer pink silk he'd gifted you yesterday.
it barely contained your curves, nipples hard against the fabric from the chill air.
the marital chambers loomed hugeâhis massive bed dominating the center, draped in crimson silks stained from years of his wife's futile attempts to please him. you knelt at the door, eyes downcast. "my lord," you whispered, voice soft as you kneeled.
sukuna lounged on the bed, four arms flexed, his form towering and monstrous. his two cocks already half-hard, thick and veined, jutting from his lower body like weapons.
tattoos glowed faintly on his skin, eyes burning with hunger. "come here , my little whore," he growled, voice low and commanding.
you crawled to him on hands and knees, that innocent gaze making his cocks throb fully erect. he grabbed your hair with one massive hand, yanking your face to his laps. "mm, suck them both. you can do that, hm baby?"
you nod, plush lips parting, tongue darting out to lick the first cock's tip. precum beaded there, salty and thick; you lapped it up, moaning softly.
wrapping your hands around the basesâone for each monstrous lengthâyou pumped slowly, then took the first head into your mouth.
it stretched your jaw wide, veins pulsing against your tongue as you sucked, hollowing your cheeks. slobber dripped down your chin, soaking the silk robe clinging to your tits. sukuna groaned, two hands cupping your heavy breasts, thumbs flicking your nipples until they ached. "good girl. fuck, that mouthâmade for my cocks."
you switched, popping off the first with a wet gasp, saliva stringing from your lips to the glistening tip. the second cock dove in, even thicker, forcing your throat to bulge as you gagged and slurped.
you bobbed deeper, nose brushing his pelvis, tears welling in your big eyes. he thrust shallowly, fucking your face while his free hands roamedâ one pinching your nipple hard, another sliding between your thighs to rub your soaked pussy through the silk. "dripping already? my little cumslut. pussy already weeping for me."
foreplay dragged on for blissful ages.
he made you alternate, sucking one while stroking the other, your tongue swirling around ridges and veins. spit coated both shafts, pooling on the bed.
he ripped your robe open, exposing your plush bodyâtits bouncing free, nipples swollen and red from his mauling. his fingers plunged into your cunt, three thick digits stretching you, curling against that spot that made you whine around his cock.
"listen to you slobbering. choke on it, baby. take both tips if you can."
you tried, stretching your lips obscenely wide, both flared heads pressing in together. your jaw screamed, but you sucked greedily, tears streaming, pussy clenching on his invading fingers as he fingerfucked you to the edge.
"up," he snarled finally, yanking you off by the hair. he flipped you onto the marital bedâhis and his wife's sacred spaceâand spread your thick thighs wide.
your pussy glistened, pudgy lips puffy and slick, clit throbbing. he positioned both cocks at your entrance, rubbing the tips through your folds, coating them in your cream.
"gonna fuck you on this bed. right where that whore sleeps. breed this perfect cunt and fill you up with my fucking children. ya' want that? fuck, yeah you do."
you whimpered, nodding eagerly, innocence shattered as lust overtook you.
he pushed in slow at firstâone cock breaching your tight hole, then the second squeezing beside it. your pussy stretched impossibly, walls gripping like a vice. "fuck, so tight. fuck, you were practically made to be my personal cock sleeve."
inch by veiny inch, both sank deep, bottoms kissing your cervix. you screamed, back arching, nails digging into his arms. pain melted to ecstasy as he bottomed out, balls heavy against your ass. he held still, letting you adjust, one hand rubbing your clit in slow, firm circles. "breathe before m'gonna ruin you."
then he moved. pulling out halfway, slamming back inâboth cocks pistoning in brutal unison. the bed creaked under his power, your body jolting with each thrust.
cream frothed at your entrance, dripping down his shafts, soaking his balls. your tits bounced wildly, eyes crossing as pleasure fried your brain. "look at youâdumb on my cocks already. tongue out, eyes rolled. my perfect little fucktoy."
two arms propped your limp form up, bouncing you like a ragdoll on his lengths. the third hand kept circling your clit, slick and precise, building that coil tight. the fourth cradled your head, fingers tangled in your hair, thumb wiping drool from your lolling tongue.
he fucked harder, cocks bulging your belly with each plunge. he presses down on the bulge in your abdomen, and you scream, hole clenching tightly around him.
"shiittt, feel that? both holes filledâno, same greedy pussy taking double. gonna flood you with seed. breed you full."
you sobbed, babbling incoherently â "kuna! too much! gonnaâahh!" â legs shaking, toes curling. the wet slaps echoed obscenely, pussy squelching around the invasion.
that's when the door slammed open. his wife stormed in, silk robe half-open, tits spilling out. she froze, eyes widening at the sight: her husband, true form rampant, double-fucking his bitch of a concubine on their bed. you, oblivious in bliss, screaming as he railed you. cream everywhere, your body limp and overwhelmed.
"what the fuckâ" she gasped, face twisting in shock.
sukuna didn't stop. if anything, he thrust deeper, grinning with all four eyes locked on her. "watch, you useless bitch. see how a real woman takes cock? this pussy milks meâ yours just lays there dry."
he bounced you faster, your crossed eyes unfocused, tongue dangling as drool trickled down. "she cums for me. screams my name. you? never made me grunt, never begged for my cum like this slut does."
humiliation burned her cheeks red; she stood rooted, unable to look away as your pussy clenched visibly around his pounding cocks.
"p-pleaseâ'ryoâg'nna cum!" you wailed, voice breaking. his clit-rubbing hand sped up, pinching the nub.
"cum, whore. squirt on these cocks while she watches."
ecstasy hit like a waveâyou shattered, pussy convulsing wildly. clear liquid gushed out around his shafts, squirting in arcs that soaked his abs and the bed. "fuck â yes!" you screamed, body seizing, eyes fully rolled back.
he roared, chasing his peak. "take it â take my fucking babies!"
his hips snapped erratically, cocks swelling. hot cum erupted from both, flooding your womb in thick ropes. he fucked through it, grinding deep, ensuring every drop painted your insides.
excess leaked from your stretched pussy lips, creamy white mixing with your squirt. your belly swelled slightly from the load, your used pussy overflowing as he kept pumping.
his wife watched it allâyour orgasm, his creampie, him letting you cum first â before whirling with a choked sob, storming out and slamming the door.
sukuna laughed darkly, slowing to shallow grinds. "good riddance." he pulled out with a wet pop, both cocks glistening with cum and cream. your pussy gaped, ruined and leaking rivers of his seed, clit twitching.
you lay there, practically braindead, and babbling nonsenseâ"ku-na⊠full⊠babyâŠ"âlimp and twitching in aftershocks.
he gathered you close, two arms cradling your plush body, another wiping cum from your thighs, the last stroking your hair with rare affection. he did not smile, though he was content. "ya' did well."
two months later, in his private chambers, you knelt before him againâthis time with trembling hands pressing to your slightly rounded belly.
the healer had confirmed it: pregnant.
his seed had taken root.
sukuna's eyes gleamed, a possessive growl rumbling as he pulled you into his lap. "knew it. my cocks bred you true. carry my heir, little one. i'll fuck you through it allâkeep that pussy full."
you blushed, innocent eyes shining, as his hands roamed your changing body.
his wife?
banished to the outer wings, forgotten.
you were his everything now.
a/n » yeahhhh, idk i lowk don't like this one and it didn't come out the way i wanted it to come out . . . nevermind !
synopsis: the king of curses, ryomen sukuna, pays his favorite concubine a visit after returning home from a grueling mission.
pairing featured: heian era ryomen sukuna x reader
content: nsfw, smut, mdni, oral sex, vaginal sex, anal sex, double penetration, mouth on hands, two dihs, overstimulation, heavy petting, implied breeding kink, multiple orgasms, creampie(s)
word count: 2k
youâre his favorite.
 you were lord ryomen sukunaâs favorite.
 he didnât admit itâ not out loudâ but you were his favorite concubine and had been since you first arrived at his temple a few months ago.
 he had around a dozen (give or take) women serving him, their only purpose to please him whenever he deemed necessary. he wasnât home much as he spent most of his time traveling throughout japan (demolishing towns and fighting the strongest sorcerers he could find), but when he was home, he put those women to work.Â
 reader had been sold off to him just two months prior, a more powerful empire sending their most valued women in an attempt to make peace with the king of curses and keep the rest of their people safe. reader was among those womenâ the prettiest among them, sukuna noted when he was first introduced.Â
 his favoritism began after the first evening they spent together. her behavior and appearance stood out to him more than those of the other women who served him. from then on, he began visiting reader more often, gradually stretching her limits to see how much of him she could handle. he was pleased to learn it was more than most. he grew quite fond of her and her skills over the weeks.
 though his favoritism soon started to become clear to the other concubines, the halls of his temple starting to fill with whispers of the woman who managed to pique his interest enough for it to become obvious to others.Â
 ryomenâs affectionate (whether it be physical or emotional) only grew when he was away for a few days or weeks on some self-assigned mission he later regretted. he waltzed into the temple, still coated in crimson, and raised one of his four hands, getting the nearest servantâs attention.
 âservant, go run me a bath,â he pauses for a brief moment, crossing his two top arms and leaving the bottom two hanging by his sides, ââ and fetch reader for me as well. she will join me.â
 the servant nods in understanding and scurries away, informing a few other servants of the task at hand. in just ten minutes time the restroom was crowded with steam, the bath filled to the top with warm water, and reader standing beside the tub in preparation for him, as he ordered.
 he doesnât grin, but his expression softens (just barely enough to notice) as he approaches the woman, a hand dripping scarlet reaching out to touch her cheek. âreader,â he hums gruffly, pushing some hair out of her face, his gaze lowering slowly.Â
 âundres,â he commands as he pulls his hand back, crossing his first two arms while staring down at her.Â
 reader nods in understanding, her hands reaching up to begin peeling off her robes, slowly like he preferred (even if he didnât specifically request it). it was one of the things that made her his favoriteâ the way she was able to understand him by just his actions instead of the limited words he used.
 she noticed how hungry his eyes were and how they traced every line and curve on her bodyâ sheâd be lying if she said she didnât enjoy the attention he gave her.. and the other stuff he gave her.Â
 âthere you go,â sukuna subtly praises as he begins to slip off his own blood-soaked clothes, layers of fabric piling up on top of each other on the floor. ânow, pin your hair up and get in, the water is beginning to cool down,â he commands as he approaches the tub, brushing past reader.Â
 reader, again, nods in understanding, reaching over to gently grab a hairpin from the table beside the tub. ryomen settles into the large bath, water overflowing because of his cumbersome size. he watches reader as she pins up her hair. thee water around him was beginning to turn from clear to a subtle red, the blood washing off him and staining the water.Â
 when reader joined him in the bath, she stumbled slightly, the damp wood of the tub proving to be slippier than she expected. though without even flinching, ryomen reached out and grabbed her, two of his large hands splayed over her ribs. he then brought her close, setting her between his legs while keeping his hands on her ribs.Â
 âdonât be so clumsy, bratâ i donât want you breaking your skull open,â he warns in a low growl as he leans his head a bit closer to hers.
 âyes, my lord, i understand,â reader responds in a meek voice, nodding in understanding.
 despite her tone, she wasnât scared of him (even though he was more than intimidating); she was rather aroused, the blush on her cheek exposing her feelings.Â
 sukunaâs hands were still on her ribs, but his fingertips had reached out, brushing against the underside of her breasts. when he noticed her reaction, his eyes darkened, and he moved so his palms would be flat against her chest, his fingers closing in to squeeze the supple, pliant flesh.Â
 reader whines quietly in reaction to his gentle yet lustful touch, his squeezing growing in pressure, though never reaching a point of pain. he had taken the time to measure the limits of her body, making sure never to go past those limits and accidentally break his little toy. no matter how violent the man was, he didnât much enjoy the pain of women during intimacy.Â
 âso loud and we havenât even begun. the servants will hear you, brat,â ryomen scolds quietly, though there was no heat in his toneâ he was just teasing her in an effort to rile her up further.Â
 the servants heard no matter what, anyway, as he was rather loud himself.Â
 the entirety of the twenty-minute bath is spent with ryomen feeling reader upâ there isnât much of a better way to describe it.Â
 his hands moved from her breasts down to her waist, then to her thighs, and ended up at her ass in the end, then the entire thing repeated. he kissed her for a little though quickly moved on to marking up her neck, preferring that instead.Â
 when the water had cooled down, he stepped out of the tub, the sheer red water sliding down his chest and dripping off him. he then scooped reader up into his arms (the top two), carrying her bridal style out of the restroom. he used his bottom two arms to cover up readerâs body (at least the important parts) when she squealed quietly in embarrassment. he did care about her comfort to some extent after all.Â
 though he didnât have much concern for how visible his body was (he was fully nude) as he walked through the main hall of the temple to his personal chambers. the servants didnât gawk, at least not openly, but many had flushed cheeks by the time sukuna had passed themâ not that he paid them any attention. all his attention was on the woman in his arms.
 âspread,â he commanded bluntly after tossing reader onto his bedâ the bed he very, very rarely brought anyone, let alone concubines, to. that was his sacred resting place after all.Â
 reader barely had time to do what he said before ryomen was on top of her, two large hands beside her head while two other ones traveled down her body, cracking her legs open to stare down at that sweet spot between them that he craved so deeply, not that he would ever admit that (with words at least).Â
 âtch, that stupid bath dried you out,â he grumbles as he takes one of his hands off readerâs thigh and places it over her heat, a mouth quickly forming on his hand.Â
 a quiet whimper of surprise leaves readerâs lips as she feels a tongue travel between her folds before then diving inside her, plunging deep and pistoning in and out as it were trying to reach her deepest depths. he tilts his hand slightly upward so the ball of his palm can rub against her clit, increasing the pleasure.Â
 then he uses the other hand on her waist to cover the lower half of her face, another mouth sprouting from his palm. he uses that had to kiss herâ or tongue her, would be a better way to describe it. this was one of his favorite warm-upsâ overstimulating his concubines (or really only reader) till they were soaked enough that he could enter smoothly. Â
 the mouths on his hands continue their ministrations till he feels readerâs pussy clench slightly, an indicator that she was close to finishing. then ryomen suddenly pulls both hands back, earning a disappointed (and needy) whine from her.Â
 âw-what happeââ though before she could fully question his sudden move, he slides right between her legs, his strong thighs underneath hers, and his hands joining soon after, giving her enough cushion to get comfortable.Â
 âtake deep breaths, reader,â he orders in a low tone, something that sounds almost like affection if it wasnât so commanding.Â
 reader listens, taking a deep breath as she feels the tip of one of his cocks line up with her entrance. the heat of it alone made her whimper, her teeth coming down to bite on her lip in an attempt to silence herself.Â
 he uses one of his hands to guide his first cock inside her, rocking back and forth till he is nestled deep between her throbbing walls. he then reaches lower, gently taking his second cock and lining it up with that pucker just an inch lower. he does the same with the second, easing himself inside till he was bottomed out. a satisfied groan leaves his lips as he basks in her warmth for a few secondsâ no other could pleasure even come close to how this felt.
 reader was whining this entire timeâ the feeling of being so stuffed was overwhelming her till the point she was borderline incoherent, and he hadnât even begun moving properly.Â
 âdeep breaths,â ryomen repeats before pulling out (with both of his members) and then moving back inside, the pace slow at first. one of the hands beside readerâs head moves to her jaw, tilting it back so he could watch her throat bob up and down with each ragged breath she took.
 she came rather quickly after his mouth had been working on her for a while, though he doesnât slow his thrusts downâ instead, he speeds up, starting to decrease the time between each slap of his hips against her ass. now that she was warmed up, this also allowed him to go deeper, or at least try to.
 âthere we go,â he commented with a slight grin. he wasnât a big talker usually, but seeing a woman, let alone his favorite, fall apart beneath him allowed his lips to be a bit looser.
 he uses his fourth and last hand to grab her left thigh, hooking it over his hip so he can piston even deeper inside her. the entire time, short (yet loud) moans spilled from readerâs lips as she approached her second orgasm of the evening (the second of many to come).Â
 his grin widens when he feels her tighten around him (both of him). he could feel his own peak approaching, his balls contracting tightly as the pressure continued to build up. âagain? someone is enjoying themselves,â he growls into her ear as he leans closer.Â
 his chest grazes hers as he pushes her hips upward, rutting into her even harder as quiet groans are ripped from his throat.Â
 âahââ he moans in contentment as his movements stutter, his two cocks throbbing slightly as his spunk shoots out in hot ropes inside her. he pulls out just enough for some of that seed to spill out of her aching heat, and her other hole. he enjoyed watching his evidence leak out of herâ it proof that he had bred her thoroughly, and thatâs what concubines technically were for.
 he pulls back again, his members leaving her with a quiet plop. âtch, making such a mess already,â he cups her right thigh, his thumb beginning to stroke gentle circles on her skin. âthe servants will have lots to clean up,â ryomen chuckles.
 even though reader was exhausted and blissed out, she knew the evening was far from overâ he had quite the stamina, even after days of carnage.
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He had never been shown love through heartfelt words or loving embraces, not before your marriage at least, so he figured the best way to make you feel his care was with material items. You still remember the night of your wedding when it was just the two of you heading to the chambers that you would share. The room was filled with treasures, some taken as trophies from conquered kingdoms and others he had specifically sought out for the occasion. You had no idea this was only the start of the many gifts you'd receive.
The next time you were spoiled to such a great extent was a day your husband came to be extremely grateful for, your birthday. For the first time since you became Sukunas wife you woke up to an empty bed. "Husband?" you called out to him but received no answer. You quickly got out of bed, not bothering to change out of your sleeping robes as you began searching for Sukuna. As soon as you opened the door to the hallway you understood why he was missing.
Everywhere you looked was decorated in floral garland made from your favorite flowers. The air smelled of your favorite incense. Although he wasn't present you knew your husband was behind this. Excitement grew in your chest as you wanted nothing more than to see what else he had planned. Your feet brought you to the kitchen where you found yet another surprise. The palace chefs were hard at work preparing your favorite dishes.
You couldn't help but steal a few tastes before moving on to the next place you thought Sukuna might be. As you stepped outside into your personal garden you realized here was your first gift. What used to be a blank space was now filled with lush weeping cherry trees that you had mentioned just a week prior. You let out a shriek of delight before racing to the trees.
After you appreciated their beauty you decide to make your way to the library in hopes of finding him there. Yet again a gift awaits you. You can't believe your eyes when you find several books laid out in your designated reading area. Some you had heard of others were unknown to you but all of which you were ecstatic to receive. You were already so pleased with your gifts but you couldn't help but wonder why Sukuna wasn't here with you.
Surely he wanted to witness your joy. You decide to seek out his most trusted servant to aid you. It doesn't take long for you to find them. "Uraume, have you seen my husband? I've searched nearly everywhere." They make a bit of a perplexed face before suggesting you check your bed quarters once more. Trusting their advice you head back to where you began the morning. As you push open the door your eyes find yet another gift laid out on the bed.
A beautiful new robe is draped across the lower portion of the bed but this isn't what intrigues you most. A small scrap of paper on top of the robe catches your eye. "This is nicer than those sleeping robes, isn't it?" You read the paper twice to make sure you're correct. How did he know you had yet to change? Had he been observing you this entire time? Nonetheless you change into the new garment and head back into the main part of the palace.
Finally on your fifth time searching you find him. There he was, sat on his throne waiting for you. Once you realize you truly had found him you run towards him, careful not to trip on the layers of fabric now covering your body. "Husband! I've been searching for you!" You tell him as you find a seat in his lap. His arm comes to wrap around your middle as you continue speaking to him. "Did you really do all this for me?" I've never had such a grand celebration for my birthday."
"You're my queen and it's your day, of course I decided to celebrate you like this. Do you not enjoy it?" You know he's teasing but you can't help the way you quickly deny his question. "How could I not enjoy it? You know, I'm really starting to feel quite special. If I didn't know any better I'd say you love me." This made Sukuna freeze. Love? Was he capable of truly loving something. He had never felt love so how could he give it?
Sensing the change in the room you straighten in his lap. "Did I say something wrong? I didn't intend to." He eases you back into a comfortable position before answering. "No, you didn't, I believe you're right. I do love you." If you weren't happy before, you were overjoyed now. Never once had he uttered those words to you and he chose your birthday to be the day to tell you. You throw your arms around his neck before whispering to him. "I think thats the best gift you've ever given me."
A/n: Hey everyone... it's been a minute but hopefully this is a good enough apologyđ«Ł
Summary: He gets a taste of his wife for the first time and becomes pussy drunk.
18+ MINORS DNI
The grand chambers of your shared domain echo with the distant clamor of the estate, servants scurrying, guards barking orders, and the faint rumble of something urgent brewing beyond these walls.
But none of it matters now. You've barely settled onto the silk sheets of the massive bed when Sukuna's true form looms over you, his four arms flexing with barely restrained hunger.
His crimson eyes lock onto yours, pupils dilated like a predator who's finally cornered his prey. You're his human wife, in his eyes you were fragile and intoxicating in ways that even the King of Curses can't fully comprehend. And tonight, for the first time, he's decided to claim you in a way that's utterly primal.
"You think you can tease me all day with that scent of yours?" Sukuna growls, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through your bones. You've just been wandering around the halls, barely covering anything of yourself as you talked to the servents, and God forbid mentioning that addicting smell you possessed. If that's how good you smell then just imagine how good you taste.
His tattoos shift across his muscular torso as he crawls onto the bed, the mattress dipping under his immense weight.
Before you can respond, one pair of his massive hands grips your shoulders, pinning your upper body flat against the pillows. The strength in those fingers is unyielding, holding you down as if you're made of glass he refuses to let shatter..or escape. You gasp, your heart pounding, but there's no fear, only the electric thrill of his possession.
His other two arms snake down your body, rough palms sliding over your hips and thighs. He yanks your legs apart with effortless dominance, positioning himself between them. "Mine." he snarls, the word dripping with obsession.
You've seen him devour enemies, but this is different, raw, insatiable. His mouth hovers just above your exposed pussy, hot breath ghosting over your folds, making you shiver.
You've never let him taste you like this before, always holding back in the whirlwind of your marriage to the curse. But now, with his eyes burning into you, you realize there's no turning back.
Sukuna's tongue, long, thick, and inhumanly textured..darts out for the first lick. It drags flat and slow from your entrance up to your clit, savoring the slick heat of you.
The moment that first taste hits his tongue, something snaps in him. His entire body tenses, a guttural moan escaping his throat as he freezes, eyes widening in shock. "Fuck.." he breathes against your skin, the curse word rough and reverent.
He licks again, deeper this time, plunging the tip of his tongue inside your pussy, curling it to scoop out your arousal. The flavor explodes on his senses, sweet, musky, utterly addictive. It's like nothing he's ever known, not the blood of battles or the nectar of forbidden fruits. You're his drug, his obsession incarnate.
He can't stop. Won't stop. His two lower arms clamp down on your thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh, pressing them tightly against the sides of his face. Your legs tremble, but he forces them wider, locking you in place so your pussy is flush against his mouth.
No escape, no mercy. His upper arms keep your torso pinned, one hand splayed across your chest to feel your racing heartbeat, the other tangling in your hair to tilt your head back, forcing you to arch into him. "You're not going anywhere, little wife." he murmurs between laps, his voice muffled but fierce. "Not until I've had every drop."
Selfish bastard
Outside, you hear the door to the chambers rattle, some urgent messenger, no doubt, calling for the King of Curses. Duties, wars, whatever trivial bullshit demands his attention.
But Sukuna doesn't even glance that way. A distant snarl from him sends the intruder scrambling, the door slamming shut. "Let them wait." he growls against your clit, sucking it hard into his mouth. The pull is intense, his lips sealing around the sensitive nub as his tongue flicks relentlessly. You cry out, hips bucking involuntarily, but his grip tightens, holding you steady for his feast.
He's lost to it now, pussy drunk in a way that strips away his regal facade. His face buries deeper, nose grinding against your mound as he devours you. Tongue thrusting in and out of your pussy, lapping up the wetness that floods his mouth.
He groans with each swallow, the sound vibrating straight through your core. Saliva mixes with your juices, dripping down his chin, soaking the sheets beneath. His markings seem to glow faintly in the dim light, his body shuddering as if he's the one being pleasured. One of his hands on your thigh slides up, thumb pressing circles on your inner thigh while the other keeps you spread obscenely wide.
You whimper, overwhelmed, your hands clutching at the sheets, then reaching for his horns, anything to ground yourself. But he growls in warning, the upper arm in your hair yanking gently to remind you who's in control. "Stay still." he commands in a sharp tone, but his voice cracks with need.
He sucks your clit again, teeth grazing just enough to send sparks of pleasure-pain shooting through you. Then his tongue dives back in, fucking your pussy with wet, sloppy thrusts. He's messy now, utterly undone, drool trailing from his lips, smearing across your thighs, his face glistening with your combined fluids. The mighty Sukuna, reduced to a starving beast between your legs.
Time blurs. Minutes? Hours? You lose track as he alternates between broad licks that cover every inch of your pussy and focused sucks on your clit that make your vision white out. Your body builds toward release, muscles clenching, but he senses it and pulls back just enough to edge you, denying the peak.
"Not yet.."he pants, chin slick and shiny. "I need more. Give me more." His possessiveness surges; he nips at your folds, not hard enough to hurt but enough to mark, to claim. The distant sounds of the estate fade entirely, explosions? Shouts? None of it penetrates this bed, this moment where you're his world.
Finally, he relents, sensing your desperation. His tongue circles your clit in rapid flicks while two fingers from one of his lower hands push inside your pussy, thick and curling to hit that spot that makes you scream. The stretch burns so good, his digits scissoring to open you up further. "Cum for me baby." he demands, voice hoarse. "Flood my mouth, wife." And you do.
Your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, pussy clenching around his fingers as you squirt against his tongue. He drinks it all, moaning like it's ambrosia, his face pressing harder into you, thighs bruising under his grip.
But he's not done. Far from it. As you tremble in the aftershocks, he licks you clean, slow, deliberate strokes that overstimulate your sensitive nerves. "So fucking good." he mutters, almost to himself. His cock strains against the sheets, hard and leaking, but he ignores it, too fixated on your pussy.
Another knock at the door, louder this time, insistent. Sukuna's eyes flash with irritation, but he doesn't move. Instead, he flips you slightly with his upper arms, positioning your body so he can access you from a new angle, his mouth returning to suckle at your entrance like a man possessed.
You're boneless, exhausted, begging for a break, but he shakes his head, lips never leaving your skin. "No. You're mine to taste. All night if I want." His lower arms knead your thighs, keeping them locked around his head, while the upper ones stroke your sides possessively, tracing the curves he owns.
Drool and cum slick his face, matting his hair, turning the fearsome curse into a debauched mess. Yet his eyes, when they meet yours, burn with fierce adoration. "Addicted." he admits through a mouthful of you. "To this..to you."
The night stretches on, his feast unending. Messy kisses turn to hungry laps, each one drawing more from you until you're a quivering wreck. And through it all, he holds you down, possessive and unyielding, the world outside forgotten in the haze of his obsession.
đđ Sukunaâs favourite concubine riding his stomach mouth!
a/n: wrote this because he was animated for like 0.2 seconds and best believe I was soaked
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The buttery silk of your Hanami was folded with practiced fingers, fabric pressed and smoothed around your limbs as another woman dabbed something floral below your ears. Soft female hands, delicately trained, shake just slightly as they brush red across your awaiting lips. Even the best trained handmaidens, women who have lived to see the fall of foreign empires through the palace's decorative paper screens, cannot hide the shiver in their fingers. Fear- pure and undulated, mixing headily with just a hint of morbid curiosity.
How do you do it? They whisper at night, words floating into the air with cherry blossoms and the fragile smoke of incense, that you must be insane. There are... rumours about the King of Curses, written nowhere but constantly spoken. Surely, the man- if you can even call him that, they shudder- is merciless with your body, hands carrying the weight of flayed thousands, entire villages reduced to bloody rubble.
You must be broken by now, they think, so many nights spent in his private chambers. The women prepare you for him like a sacrificial lamb, something they look at with pity as they imagine four clawed hands tearing at your floaty undergarments, teeth sinking ruthlessly into your flesh.
âHe has⊠requested you. Again.â Somebody murmurs, their voice laced with sorrow.
You know he has. He always does, when the sun has succumbed to the horizon's pull; you had anticipated it, and so had the others, wrapping you softly in silk like their carefulness will negate the surely brutal actions to come.
You only nod silently, a rigid little twitch of your head downwards while your hair is looped and pinned gracefully- a futile effort to be made, considering the way it will all fall loose across your bare skin soon.
To any other concubine, those words wouldâve been terrifying- servicing the King of Curses, in any form, was no small feat.
Women have been executed for failing at less.
Historically, concubines are little more than status wrapped in silk. Women with sweeping locks of perfectly pinned hair, makeup rouged upon lips as though it can save them from their inevitable damnation to nothingness in history books written by men unworthy of their poised presence.
You should fear it too. You should fear him.
But you do not; not after so long being the only one he calls upon, after so many sleepless nights bundled naked in thinly woven, royal sheets like a prize. Like a soft spoil of war, the vulnerable slowness of your breathing compared to the four inhumanly strong arms wrapped around you, hair spilling from its dainty pins and jade combs with a flick of his murderous fingers.
It should be unnatural- it is- but it doesnât feel like it. It doesn't feel like it when he brushes a lock of hair from your face, it doesn't feel like it when he circles a hand around your throat to yank you into a searing kiss that makes your knees buckle under your outfit.
It certainly doesn't feel like it when he lifts you effortlessly, your body already bared to him in the soft moonlight seeping unbidden into the room, to splay you across his abdomen; you balance yourself only to tremble when... it splits open beneath your cunt.
His stomach mouth, peeling itself apart for the little splashes of essence you're already leaking. It unfurls hotly, tongue quickly gulping down every wet spatter it has access to.
âAh-!â You splutter weakly, thighs dripping with smears of your own slick. âToo much-â
âTch,â he says, voice rough around the edges as he stares towards your spread legs, âitâs the same every time, isnât it? You tell me you can take it, woman.â Your bare chest heaves, spine curving into a crescent to mirror the rows of nail marks on your waist. "So take it."
âI c-can-â you garble, tears springing forth in your watery eyes. âB-but- but-â you chance a glance down, and you almost wish you hadnât- the sight that greets you is as obscene as ever.
The cursed maw slashed upon Sukunaâs abdomen is open, the thickly lolling muscle of his tongue lapping up every drop of essence it can drag out. âSweet.â He remarks lowly, four crimson eyes swivelling to catch your facial expression as the tip of his tongue flicks over your clit.
Your fellow concubines would pale if they saw you now, what you've been reduced to. Perhaps it would be fear, perhaps shock at how Sukuna is allowing you to treat him; deep, red marks litter his broad chest and shoulders, nails clawing futilely at the shimmering sea of inked flesh for purchase he won't allow you to regain.
But, most of all, maybe it would be repulse decorating their painted faces- because, unlike everybody expects, you aren't trembling in fear but with arousal. It's streaming in glutinous trickles from your pussy, lapped up by the cursed mouth people whisper in horror about; you're enjoying it, relishing in the ruthless overstimulation the rough tastebuds supply you with.
âFuck!â You mewl, gasping as the pink muscle works its way inside, lapping at every soft ridge it can locate.
He chuckles, pearly canines glinting dangerously in the low candlelight. âLanguageâŠâ he scolds mockingly, the mouth on his stomach smiling in unison, âbut then again, youâre meant for this, arenât you?â
You whimper, and Sukuna grins lazily, calloused thumbs swirling cruelly around your pebbled nipples. âYou are. Perfect for this- sitting on my mouth, letting it drool all over you.â
It is- youâre so wet you canât tell where the saliva of the mouth ends and your slick begins, the muscle swirling around inside your cunt as you moan and tremble. âSit, wom.â
âI-â the noise that rips out of you is high and broken, your pelvis unknowingly breaking away from his ridged stomach as the overly-needy feeling inside your pussy doubles with the stimulation to your chest.
âI said sit.â
Your hips buck as he uses the pair of hands not fondling your tits to slam you down on his mouth. You almost scream, head dropping forwards as tears finally drip from your lashes. A few land within the mouth itself, and Sukuna just laughs as the salty taste mixes with the sweetness of you.
âThaaaaaatâs it.â He groans, allowing his eyes to briefly shut and bathe in the feeling. Ryomen Sukuna has access to the most talented women Japan could offer, the strongest incense, troves of gold and artefacts- and yet, nothing compares to this.
He gets off on the sheer corruption of it all. You walk in precisely, draped in silks he requests, smelling like the scents he enjoys. And he gets to rip it all away- literally; your outfit lies in tatters on the floor somewhere, clawed to pieces by four greedy hands.
Tomorrow, you'll be lifted drowsily from the sheets- Sukuna already gone- by a few dutiful concubines; as usual, they'll bite back the gasps building in their throats as they observe the scratches, the bites, the layers of stickiness clinging to your thighs. They'll fill you a bath, soothingly lapping the scents of lavender and rosewater over your aching body until all smellable traces of his claim are gone; the same oils they prepared you with earlier will lather over the marks.
But that is tomorrow- for now, your soft skin is no longer scented with florals, but tainted with the smell of sex and sweat as you bounce your hips down onto his ruinous tongue.
âSo- so close, Sukuna-â
A hand wraps itself around your throat suddenly, thumb pressing down on your pulse point. âYou address me formally. Do not forget your place.â
You choke, eyes wide and dilated from the traitorous arousal that reveals itself the more oxygen is ripped from your woozy brain. âMy- my Lord- close-â
He grins, slow and sleazy, and loosens his grip. âVery well.â The generosity in his voice doesn't bode well.
The tongue squirms inside you with renewed vigour, broaching every resistant clench that pulses around it; it only caresses your insides more, widening and flattening as Sukuna spreads his mouth open further. It gapes below your cunt like a hungry black cavern, lined with two rows of menacing white teeth.
No amount of the dew dripping plentifully from your entrance makes it long enough to settle, smearing messily across the tongue and the crooked fingers now rubbing lazily at your clit.
The orgasm tears through you like a flame to dried grass, the fuzziness at the edge of your vision blurring out the periphery until all you can see, feel, think is him.
You sob through it as the tongue on Sukunaâs stomach keeps pulsing and twisting inside you, pressing up against your clit to keep it throbbing for him.
Recovery time is not a priority for the King of Curses, not when youâre this pliable and wet. The sheets smush into your back as youâre flipped over hazily, eyes focusing on Sukunaâs huge chest as he leans over you.
âFinally.â He huffs, dragging two thick fingers through your wetness and ignoring the way you squeak. âStretched out enough.â
For what? Well, your mental question is answered in the same way as it always is, with the feeling of blunt pressure at your entrance. Hot, hard arousal spreading through you as the leaking tip of his cock notches at your cunt. And then more pressure, stretching you open impossibly wide- his cocks.
Ê cont: rough choking, dirty talk, degredation, very very rough sex, multiple orgasms, sukuna has two weens, established relationship, absolutely zero plot, aftercare baby
Two of his hands surround your throat. The pressure is so intense, heat floods your face. Your blood, with nowhere to escape, presses against the backs of your eyes and makes your heart race inside your ears. It's brutal and slightly terrifying, but you both know you wouldnât have it any other way.
âF-fuck!â You cry, your nails digging into Sukunaâs thick wrists. Despite how you hold onto him as if your life depends on it, he's fucking you like heâs trying to kill you.
The undersides of your thighs burn as he uses his two other strong arms to fold you in half just how he wants you. Like this, his thrusts go deeper than before. With each merciless snap of his hips, you feel like heâs hitting your stomach. His second cock slides against your ass, teasing your back hole but never sliding inside you.
âWatch your mouth, woman,â Sukuna warns, his eyes blazing red. âYou wanted this. Now youâll take it.â
Good god. Heâs so fucking mean.
And you love it.
You nod, your eyes forced back into your head with every thrust that slams against your sweet spot. Youâve lost track of how many times youâve cum, but hell, if you werenât greedy for more. Besides, it wasnât like Sukuna cared if you came already, unless you seriously tapped out, things didnât end until he was finished with you.
Well, on nights like these, anywayâwhen you purposefully ignored your husband's messages because he pissed you off the night before. You knew ignoring him never gets you what you want in terms of an apology (something he seldom gives), but you DID know it would get you here.
Beneath him.
Fucked until you cried.
Exactly where you wanted to be.
âFeels âs good,â you cry, doing your best to hold his gaze.
Sukunaâs eyes flash. He leans down into your space, not relenting his brutal hips that continue to smack against your ass as he fills you to the brim with his cock. âYouâre enjoying yourself, woman?â he asks, condescension laced in his tone. He knows all too well the games you play with him. âHm?â he slams his cock into you and stills, rolling his hips in circles against you. His second cock rubs against your ass, the feeling erotic and yet strangely relaxing at the same time as it rubs against your hole. Back and forth. Back and forth.
Your jaw falls slack. Holy. Fuck. That feels so fucking good.
You nod. âYes.â Itâs all you can say. Heâs so fucking big and powerful, and all you can do is take what he gives you and do your best to respond when he speaks to you before you lose your mind completely.
A hand releases your throat and smacks your cheek, forcing your eyes on him. Sukuna grabs your jaw and pulls you until his breath is close enough to tickle your lips. âYouâre such a fucking. Brat.â He pulls back his hips and continues his brutal pace, slamming into your G-spot with every mind-numbing thrust. âSuch a slut.â
âFor you,â you cry, feeling another orgasm barrel closer and closer, coming straight for you. And this one feels like itâll take you out completely.
His hand tightens around your throat, and black dots sparkle in your vision like stars glittering across a pond. âYouâre my whore, woman?â he snarls in your face.
You notice because of how long you have been together, but the tips of his ears burn a bright red. Heâs flustered. Arroused beyond belief. And heâs about to cum.
You nod with renewed vigor. Your fingers wrap around his wrists tighter, wanting him closer, deeper, harder. You want it all. âAll for you, o-only for you, Kuna.â
He bares his teeth right as your orgasm slams into you. His hips falter for a moment before he stares down between the two of you and watches, enraptured, as the mess spills out of you.
Your legs shake uncontrollably around his waist as he fucks your orgasm out of you, groaning long and hard alongside your moans of pleasure.
Your mind blanks, your vision fizzing out into nothing. For a moment, you are nowhereâtransported between space and time entirely. Youâre floating somewhere foreign yet entirely familiar, and it feels so fucking good.
Smack.
You are ripped from that floaty place as your eyes are forced open.
Sukuna has released your neck and planted a hand on the bed beside your face. The other holds your cheeks, squishing them together while he continues to hold your legs open with his remaining two arms. âLook at me,â he orders. âDo not go anywhere.â
You nod dumbly, hardly listening to what he says. Youâre so far gone, so far out of your mind. Your whole body is either numb or tingling with pleasure, and itâs about to be too much, but you can see it in his eyes, in the way his thrusts turn so fucking rough and the muscles in his shoulders start to bulge.
Heâs close.
With limbs of jelly, you reach up and wrap your arms around his neck as best as you can.
Sukuna groans, panting and growling against your mouth as he fucking uses your body like his own personal sex toy. âI am going to breed you like you wanted, woman,â he says. âAnd youâre going to take it all.â
âPlease,â you cry in response, hot tears flowing down your cheeks.
God. Heâs hitting the spot. Itâs almost too much.
âI want it,â you whine. âNeed it, Kuna. Need you to cum inside me. Fill me up.â Youâre blabbering at this point, but itâs exactly what he needs to get there.
His sharp, claw-like nails pierce your thighs as his hands tense. His hand around your face holds you steady as best as he can, but he begins to tremble. His jaw falls open, and his eyes start to flutter; the smaller eyes on his cheek roll and flutter quicker in anticipation.
âYes, yes, baby, yes,â you encourage, trying not to pass out when he fucks against your G-spot with every. Fucking. Thrust.
His pace is slower, but it's rougher, now.
He thrusts once. Twice. On the third time, he stills, and the muscles in his impressive arms ripple and flex. âTake it,â he growls, baring his teeth as his orgasm slams into him. His cum floods your cunt as his second cock spurts, unprompted, all over your ass and the sheets under you. âMmmmââ he fucks himself through it, his thrusts growing weaker and weaker until he presses himself inside you completely, and stops moving.
Your body finally relaxes against the mattress. You go boneless, gasping and prying for air. Your lungs burn from exertion, but then your eyes flutter shut, and itâs the most exquisite feeling you've ever experienced.
A moment later, a massive finger brushes the sweaty hair from your forehead. Itâs obvious heâs trying to be gentle, and that makes your heart flutter. âHave I killed you, woman?â comes Sukunaâs gravelly, sex filled voice.
You chuckle, keeping your eyes shut as Sukunaâs cock pulls out of you. A single arm wraps around your back and hoists you onto his chest. Your limbs splay out on top of him as you rise and fall with his heavy breaths, neverminding how his cum leaks out of your cunt below. âCanât⊠kill me⊠that easilyâŠâ you pant.
Sukuna trails a clawed finger down your spine, making goosebumps erupt out of your skin. He doesnât laugh at your response, but you can feel his twisted, perverted pride when he says, âGood. My woman will not be killed so easily.â
âDamn right,â you spit back.
âBut you are weak,â he adds. âIt is pathetic.â
You raise your head and glare at him. This monster of a man, this creature who has committed more atrocities than you can count, stares back at you, and yet you cannot find it in yourself to be afraid of him.
Perhaps your lack of self-preservation is really so nonexistent.
He glares back and says, âStand now, and prove me wrong, woman,â as if reading your thoughts.
Just raising your head alone siphoned all the energy you had left in your body. If you tried to stand right now, you would fare no better than a baby giraffe. âMmph,â with a muffled sound, you collapse back onto his chest, to the feeling of his nail tracing your spine.
âWeak, pathetic little thing,â he mumbles to himself with fondness, marveling down at you like you personally hung the stars in the sky.
the night air in the heian era was thick with incense and something far olderâfear, maybe, or reverence. no one ever quite knew which when it came to ryĆmen sukuna.
inside the estate, though, it was quiet.
not the eerie, suffocating quiet people whispered about in villages. this was softer. warmer.
a child laughed.
sukuna sat cross-legged near the open veranda, four arms at ease for once, watching as his youngest stumbled across the wooden floor. the child was smallâtoo small to carry the weight of what ran in her bloodâbut stubborn enough to try anyway.
âagain,â sukuna said, voice low, almost amused.
the toddler huffed, pushing herself upright with a wobble. behind her, another childâolder, sharper-eyedâleaned against a pillar, unimpressed.
âshes going to fall,â the older one muttered.
âshes going to learn,â sukuna replied.
that was how he taught everything.
a soft rustle of fabric interrupted the moment. you stepped into the room, sleeves brushing the floor, gaze flicking between your children and your husband.
âthey should be asleep,â you said.
âthey were,â sukuna answered without looking at you.
the toddler promptly proved your point by tripping and landing face-first.
you sighed.
sukuna didnât move immediately. he watchedâwaitedâuntil his daughter pushed up on her own, lip trembling but not crying. only then did one of his hands reach forward, steadying her.
you crossed your arms. âyouâre impossible.â
now he looked at you.
even after all this time, that gaze still carried the same weight it did the day you met himâancient, dangerous, inhuman. but there was something else now, too. something quieter.
something that belonged only to this place.
a faint smirk tugged at one of his mouths.
âyet you stay.â
you stepped closer, gently lifting the youngest into your arms. she clung to you immediately, burying her face in your shoulder.
âbecause someone has to make sure you donât raise monsters.â
sukuna let out a low chuckle.
âtoo late for that.â
you shot him a look.
he ignored it, rising to his full height. the room seemed to shift with the motion, shadows stretching instinctively toward him.
but when his oldest son reached out with a tiny hand, he caught it without hesitation.
four arms, built for destruction, holding something small and fragile like it actually mattered.
âthen they will be unstoppable,â sukuna said.
the toddler giggled, the older child rolled his eyes, and somewhere in the distance, the night carried on as it always had.
but inside the estate, for once, sukuna wasnât a curse feared by the world.
cw: blood, true form sukuna, nosebleed, sukuna is a freak
blood dripped down your nose and onto your upper lip.
"what the..." you gingerly touched your lip and sure enough, splotches of red stained your fingers. the air was super dry lately.
sukuna, who was quietly laying down on the bed, sniffed the air as the sharp metallic smell of blood reached him. in an instant, he was out of bed and behind you.
you were hunched over your desk, dabbing away the drops of blood spilt on your papers, trying to be quiet so that you wouldn't wake up your boyfriend.
a large palm cupped your jaw, pulling your face to the side upwards. sukuna stared down at your slightly bloody face, no thoughts behind his red eyes.
"ryo-"
he dipped down in an instant, his tongue extending out as he lapped up from your upper lip to your nose, slurping up your blood.
"what the fuck?!"
he licked the residual blood off his lips as you jerked your face out of his palm, eyes wide in shock.
"you can do that more often," sukuna's deep voice rumbled as he looked down at you as you stood up from your chair.
"do what?! get nosebleeds?!" you were dumbfounded, reeling from what he just did.
"indeed. it had an acceptable taste, woman." your boyfriend's gaze roamed your face. he was dead serious.
"i- wha-" sputtering, you craned your neck to look up at his towering form. "ryo, you just had your tongue in my nose?!"
he quirked an eyebrow, unfazed, "and that shocks you, why?"
your mouth opened, then closed. you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose, "ryomen, you cannot jus-"
almost as if entranced, sukuna leaned back down and licked up the small droplet of blood that was starting to drip down.
"WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!" he flinched as you shrieked, looking at you as if you were the crazy one.
"a man has his needs," he says slowly, as if explaining to a petulant child, watching you cup the lower half of your face to prevent him from getting all up in your nose again. "a month is too long to wait for me to have your blood when you menstruate, woman. only a crazy person would let this opportunity go."
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