♡local opossum girl who lives in the woods♡

A shiver runs down your spine.

Truth be told, you hadn’t expected to get this far.

According to what the stories and legends claimed, a mere mortal like you would have been sniffed out—would have been sought after, would have your flesh torn to shreds the very second you stepped inside the Sukuna Estate. If not by the monster that inhabited it, then the Estate itself.

Some whispered that it was inhabited by cursed spirits - amongst something far, far worse - that both guarded and imprisoned. Whilst others whispered that the house itself was a cursed spirit in the form of this sprawling aristocratic estate—as vast as a palace. Even more whispered that whomever entered the house gained a taste for blood, and even most claimed that a house’s auspiciousness reflected that of its master’s. 

For who else would inhabit such a place but Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curses himself?

If the public whispered about the estate, they simply yelled about the sorcerer that inhabited it. Blood-curdling screams. 

There was no avoiding the rumors that swirled around the special-grade; those who were unfortunate enough to cross his path painted a picture of a beast more than eight feet tall, with glowing blood-red eyes and horns that tore open the skies. Storms he could silence with a single wave of his hand. His powers were what made legends—never before had there been seen a sorcerer as strong as he, and it was likely that there never shall be again. Though that was not for a lack of trying, or talent, or assassinations. 

Despite remaining living, he was depicted in temples and murals of hell. Four arms. Four eyes. Two mouths and countless tattoos. So imbued in his sorcery that it metamorphosed his physical body itself - Ryomen Sukuna was said to be something more than human, but something less than a person. 

Look at him wrong and you might find yourself without sight. Without life. 

Thus, not many dared to lay their eyes upon him—but they didn’t have to. He left a pathway of destruction and blood-soaked footprints wherever he went. 

A kill count higher than several populations.

Wherever he went, it loomed the dark shadow of a hand across the land. Currently that hand was grasped tight around the city of Heian-kyō: the home of Ryomen Sukuna, it sat at the very center of the capital. Dubbed aptly by the citizens to be The Estate of the Dead. For no human that wandered inside, will ever wander out.

And yet, that’s exactly the chance you’d taken today.

You’d had enough.

You’d waltzed right up to those grand doors this evening, dwarfing everything and anything around it, and knocked. Dark mahogany panels. Gilded handles. Unlike most noble homes, the Sukuna Estate didn’t need to have guards stationed outside it—for who was mad enough to bother the King of Curses?

You, it seems.

And so the busy road froze around you; the residents paused mid-gossip, the merchants stopped haggling their prices, the carts and wheels creaked to a halt—the world itself held its breath as the doors to the estate had opened.

And a short, slender person stepped outside.

They were dressed in a dark monk’s robe draped over a white kimono, equally white hair dazzling - almost ethereally odd - underneath the sunlight. They closed the door behind themself, and looked at you intensely. “State your purpose.”

You struggled to remember why you were here in the first place, “I-It is my greatest honor to-”

“Hasten.”

“I only wished to-”

“Hasten-”

“A position.”

You weren’t sure who was more bewildered at the words that blurted out of you—you or the citizens around you. There were soft gasps that echoed into the air, peering even closer at the strange interaction. However, the attendant merely looked at you uncertainly, and you hurried to explain yourself. “I come seeking employment, my lord of the house.”

“I am but a mere servant.” They replied, raising one hand. “And we seek help no longer.”

As they attempted to turn back and go inside, you’re rushing. “Please-”

Brows furrowed, “I said we seek help no-”

“But I swear that I shall be the most loyal servant to the master…” Bowed slightly, a slight rush of relief goes through you as you notice they’ve turned back. Just barely, but it’s something. “-after yourself, of course.”

They huffed in slight amusement.

And your hands shook. Gripped onto the long length of your sleeves, you steadied them before you continued - just as you’d practiced. “I swear upon my soul that no assignment shall be too great, no concern too small. Please—please, I have scoured every street and alley for weeks now in search of employment, and you have been the only one kind enough to open your doors…Any job is enough for me- any. Just spare me the chance.” Hands twisted together into a plea, “I beg of you.”

They looked slightly taken aback, and you stepped closer to seize your chance.

“My body is the master’s, and I shall gladly undertake any task.” You gazed straight into their doe-like, brown eyes—“Any task.”

Their lips barely moved as they repeated, “Any?”

“Any.”

There was a ringing silence following your answer, and you knew that everyone in the once-bustling vicinity must have been staring at you. But that didn’t matter.

Nothing mattered but the way the white-haired attendant let their brows raise, they appraised you from head to toe.

Head to toe.

Head to toe.

It honestly seemed like forever before they finally sighed, “At ease.”

And you shot upwards from your painstaking bow with an awed breath. 

Untold, the doors to the Sukuna Estate opened. They turned around, not meeting your eyes - nor that of anyone around you two - and gestured for you to follow them inside. Stepping inside as though they didn’t care whether you proceeded or not, the strange attendant uttered. “I expect you to use your body well to serve the master.” Just barely tilted to the side to take another look at you, “You have one night to please him.”

The sound of wrought iron echoed through the ancient city like thunder.

And you touched your sleeve once more - your best silk, but more specifically…the dagger you’d hidden beneath it. 

You had one night to take down the King of Curses.

In no time, you’d been led around the massive estate by Uraume - they’d uttered their name to you between the meeting chamber and the second library - and your heart still thumps away at your throat as they now creeeeeeak—! open the quarters for the concubines. Blood bubbling in your veins. Blade cold against your skin.

There was a buzzing sort of excitement that seemed to extend from the weapon and onto you—only growing stronger as you’re pacing inside. 

It wasn’t the small, structured sort of barrack that you might’ve expected - you weren’t sure the validity, but you’d already heard stories about how concubines were cramped together in certain royal palaces. Bunks on top of bunks. Bodies that remained undernourished and untouched.

However, what Uraume takes you through is a gilded hallway—nothing out-of-place from the rest of the palace. On one side was a line of separate rooms, at the end of the hallway the paneled doors opened to a garden. It had unlit lanterns on the high ceilings and intricate artifacts that seemingly sprouted from the gleaming wooden floors; the spotless corridor branched and divulged into several other rooms and hallways, weighed with nameplates, and you were shocked to realize that each concubine seemed to have their room - no matter how small their rank; there was a lingering of perfume in the air. 

Fit for royals.

Your eyes bounce off of the walls, and Uraume watches your reaction closely. “I assume it is to your liking?”

“Yes-” You wouldn’t want to give off the wrong impression - especially not when a mere offense could mean death—“F-forgive me, it’s far more than to my liking, it’s…” Taking another awed look around, “-magnificent. I suppose I didn’t expect it to be so…”

“Beautiful?” Uraume seems to read your mind.

And you can only turn to them and nod. 

They sagely nod, something knowing in their tone. “The master has an inclination to all that is beautiful and surprising.” Looking at you closely, “Particularly surprising.”

Uraume’s expression gives nothing away, and you attempt to do the same - the dagger glints coldly against your hand. A single movement and it could cut you. A single movement and it could be in your hands.

You don’t know how long they maintain eerie eye contact with you before the sound of footsteps makes you tear your eyes away—and where you’re perhaps expecting to see the monster, the inhuman, the master of this house himself—it’s another woman. Human, perhaps.

Donned in expensive silk that robes her figure, she tip-toes towards the two of you with a sheepish smile upon her painted face. 

She bows, and you’re bowing back.

“Forgive my intrusion.” She says as she straightens once more, “It is seldom we meet a new girl. Perhaps this is forward, but am I right in presuming you are one of the new concubines?”

“O-oh, you are correct.” You’re surprised by her warm and welcoming demeanour - weren’t fights and jealousy typical of close concubine quarters? Wasn’t she supposed to scheme and plot against you just as you were doing against her- you suppose your master?

But she takes your hand and beams at you, “Then it is most wonderful to make your acquaintance. Ask me anything you would like.”

Your lips part - unsure what to say - but the white-haired attendant at your side beats you to it by announcing. “Dinner shall be served shortly.” They turn, about to make their exit before eyeing you closely. “Human.”

And you wondered whether they meant to call you human…or they meant that dinner was human. 

Once those delicate doors slide shut, and Uraume’s footsteps disappear, you’re just then realizing that you were still holding onto the other woman’s hand. Mustering up some semblance of a smile, you’re asking her—“Could you tell me about…Ryomen Sukuna?”

.

.

.

“There’s a descendant of the esteemed Kamo clan here, as well—” One of the women chuckle, taking a deep drink of her sake - one of those expensive types that came in an intricate wooden box. She smacks her lips in satisfaction, “-but you just missed her.”

Your heart batters against your chest- you still had the dagger hidden up your sleeve. Setting down your water, you hope that none of the other concubines here can hear the waver in your voice- “I see. Is she perhaps attending the…?”

“Huh?” The woman looks at blearily for a few seconds. “Who? The master?”

You nod silently.

She exchanges a look with one of the other women-

Before bursting into rambunctious laughter. 

And you’re sitting there confused as they clap one another on the shoulders, as they rattle the food-laden table—as they wipe mirthful tears from their eyes. Repeating the last sentence to one another and breaking out into peels of laughter once more. Surely, you hadn’t said anything too humorous…perhaps this was some unspoken rule of etiquette you’d missed?

It hadn’t been too long since you’d been somewhat- absorbed into the group of numerous concubines upon concubines that were housed in the Sukuna Estate. Many more than you’d initially predicted - the hallway you’d entered had been just one of many residential wings. 

Right now, about half of them sat at a long table of which you couldn’t clearly see its end - both because of length and the sheer volume of food towering upon it. All sorts of soups and noodles. All sorts of breads and wines. All sorts of meats and charred vegetables. Desserts and colorfully-packaged sweets from around the world that you’d once believed that only the emperor himself would have been able to taste.

It would have been possible to dislike every food you’d ever known, and still find something here that made you wish to stay…if just for the food.

You could hear the other half of the women chattering and laughing away in another dining room connected to this one. 

All in all, your proponent - a woman you’d learned was connected with the Fujiwara family - had told you everything about Sukuna as she introduced you to the other concubines. They took you in readily, to your surprise, and cooed and surrounded and showed you around. Speaking to you about how the estate was designed personally by Sukuna himself. How Uraume was his (human) cook. How he was a ruthless ruler, and the hallways were more often bloodied than not—but he didn’t lay a hand on them.

When they’d told you this, you’d assumed it was regarding his more…aggressive reputation on the battlefield. You didn’t think it meant-

“Our Kamo girl has travelled to Edo.” The woman from earlier - Abe, you remember her name being - continues as the others settle down. She whispers scandalously, “To visit her lover.”

You breathe in sharply, “The master permits you to take lovers?”

“It isn’t that he permits…” Fujiwara smiles warmly at you - not too far down the table. The other concubines nod as she continues, “It’s that he doesn’t pry—he has no time for human frivolities. After all, the master hasn’t called for one of the girls in…well, since we can remember. He’s a picky man. But nowadays, girls enter and leave the estate as they please, as they wish for employment. Most choose to join the house staff in time, for we aren’t bound, and the master seems to have no need for concubines these days.”

Surprise overtakes you, your hand grips tightly on your sleeve. But your objective…

Abe speaks up now, “Which is why it’d been quite the surprise to know he’d allowed in yet another.” She leans in with a conspiratorial smile, “Perhaps you’re the type to really get his loins going-”

“Abe—!” A few other women swat at her.

“I jest- I jest—” She winks at you, “In part. Would you prefer to lay with the master?”

Something twists at the bottom of your stomach, “I-if it must come to it, I wouldn’t mi-”

You’re cut off as they exclaim in scandal all around you. 

Fujiwara shakes her head with a smile, then she looks at you. “No matter what it is, you shall be housed and fed here. You shall never go without despite the master’s…”

“Impotence?”

“…”

“I jest-”

“What’s more—” She pulls back her sleeves and gestures for a bowl of sake, “Given the state of affairs, I highly doubt that you would ever have to-”

Just then, there’s a tap at the sliding doors.

An announcement of Uraume’s title—before they’re cracking the entrance open just a fraction. That stark white hair of theirs flashes from the gap in the door, illuminated by both the dim yellow lighting and the curiosity leaking out of the dining room; eyes scanning the vast chamber before finally landing on you.

An utterance of your name.

All eyes snap to you.

“The master wishes for you to join him tonight.”

One by one, you could feel the jaws of the other women drop—as well as your own. Right alongside something at the pit of your stomach that you couldn’t quite describe. 

As the silence stretches and expands to the other speechless dining chamber- Fujiwara lets out a pointed cough—and it’s all you need to jolt right back to your senses. Scrambling to stand up, you barely have the time to smooth down your kimono before following Uraume out of the room - throwing a cautionary glance over your shoulder. 

Fujiwara smiles, slightly shocked. 

Abe winks. 

The sliding doors rattle closed, and the whirlwind of gossip that follows accompanies you even to the bridge. 

Head ducked. Hands in sleeves. Uraume remains painfully silent as you’re following them down winding hallways and past chambers vast enough to be estates themselves; and though you’d been given a tour of the place beforehand, you can’t help but let your mind get just a little frazzled at the thought of what was to come after.

Of what was to come once they finally stopped.

And they do—after what feels like nights upon nights, the white-haired attendant stops before two sliding doors - nothing but sliding doors. Though you’d assumed that the King himself might have decked his personal chambers with several of his best guards, you’re realizing with a prickle of anticipation that he didn’t need them.

But that only made your job easier.

Invisible hands seem to pull the doors - panes decorated in artwork depicting archery - apart, and you’re entering a room that would have been too lavish for an emperor. 

A massive rectangular-shaped room of which strange interconnected woodwork make up the flooring; windows towering from floor-to-ceiling, half-hidden by thick curtains of red velvet. They clung themselves onto a ceiling that was gilded, calligraphy rounding the high perimeter, and a chandelier-like composition of lanterns fashioned down from it. Reds and greens and blacks and golds, the most eye-catching painting colors of furniture within. 

In the far end of the royal chamber was the futon. 

And you would describe its incredible size and its golden threading, even the red, red blanket that covered it- you would…but your eyes were far more interested in who was occupying it.

Thighs spread. Two elbows resting on his knees.

All four eyes locked on you since the moment you step inside-

“Uraume.” His lips barely seem to move, though that hoarse baritone is hard to deny. It wasn’t as inhuman as you might have expected—it sounded human and yet, there was surely something malevolent in the way he made your thighs squeeze together with just a single word. “You are dismissed.”

You’re feeling Uraume bow deeply next to you, and in the blink of an eye they’re gone-

In another blink of an eye, Ryomen Sukuna has one large hand stuck out - index quirked at you, he beckons you to him once. Only once. 

And you gulp as you walk to him.

This was your first time really seeing the King of Curses- fuck. He was wearing nothing but baggy white pants and a strange, carnal inkling about him. Engulfing you in it the second you’re locking eyes with him. The legends were right…somewhat.

Because Sukuna truly was larger than any mere mortal could ever be: with shoulders sculptured and broad enough that they’d put your best warriors to shame, with corded muscle around biceps the size of your head, with his pecs creating a bumpy road for his tattoos. He was about nine feet tall—perhaps even taller than the stories said. Far taller. Far stronger. Far more monstrous. 

Abs consistently patterned his front, disrupted only by the presence of his second mouth - it slashes aaaaall the way across his navel, large n’ licking his cursed lips with a grin.

And those tattoos- oh, those tattoos.

They were the tattoos of a criminal - two looping around each of his four arms like shackles, and then a circle on all four deltoids.

You bite the inside of your cheek—you knew your mission. But fuck- you won’t deny that a part of you wanted him so bad. 

Sukuna’s pink hair catches the lantern light as he leans back on two hands, meaty thighs manspreading before you. And in-between you swear you could see the thick, throbbing outlines of two-

“On your knees.” The King commands. Crimson eyes narrowing, “Should you so wish.”

And your knees are buckling almost instinctually- he raises a rose-pink brow as he watches your hands reach for your sleeve…before ultimately going against your orders to settle down before the foot of the bed where he was seated. 

Embarrassment curdles in your chest as you’re crawlin’ yourself closer to him, and the sorcerer himself hums in approval once you’re leaning your cheek against his right thigh. Rubbing. 

The muscles underneath twitch—and Sukuna’s swollen tips let out a spurt of precum that puddles right in front of your lips. That translucent dampness stretches across the fabric and wets your lips with its salty taste- you whine.

Right before he grasps the back of your sweaty scalp with one massive hand- and shoves your head down onto one clothed cock. Your mouth gaped wide and plopping! right on top of his mushroomy tip—an open kiss against where his sensitive slit was flared outwards. 

He’s pulsating against your lips.

And you’re moaning with your eyes squeezed shut at the feeling of his entire tip being nearly fuckin’ big enough to envelop your entire maw-

“Do you understand now?” Sukuna’s tone rumbles from above - low and level in a way that speaks of such power. He doesn’t reveal anything more, however. “Do you understand that your puny human body cannot handle me?”

You’re looking up at him with furrowed brows, “I-I understand…”

“Do you understand that I may ruin you?”

“I understand.”

“Do you understand that you cannot take m-”

“I want you-” And almost as bewildering as the fact that you’ve interrupted him, is that Ryomen Sukuna doesn’t crush you with his cursed energy on the spot for interrupting him. “-my lord.”

But that seems to be his tipping point. For his large stomach mouth quirks upwards in what almost seems like a smile—

And Sukuna gruffs out, “Then kiss your King.”

And so you’re gripping onto the soft edge of the mattress and leaning yourself up into his kiss- not the one his face was so ready for—but one where you’re leaning in and pressing a chaste peck onto his second mouth.

Onto those monstrously large lips hungrily gaping at his stomach.

Onto that fucking hungry - starved - maw so deprived of any touch that he’s immediately slurpin’ the edge of his textured tongue outwards. Attempting to enter his incredible size between your own lips, Sukuna’s only managing to fit about an inch of his cursed tastebuds—swipin’ the insides of your heated cavern and making you gasp, before he’s searing his grip into your scalp and tugging you off-

“Naughty naughty.” He trundles. And yet there’s a glimmer of something different in his eyes that told you Ryomen Sukuna was almost…excited. He’s patting one side of him on the futon, “Come up here with me, insolent thing.”

In no time, you’re hauled onto the bed and straddling the infamous King. 

Thighs struggling to squeeze around his toned core, cunt drooling your slick through your panties. As you’re inadvertently rubbing uuuup and down his ridged abs- it creates a snail trail of glistening sap that trickles all the way down to his pinkish-brown happy trail. 

Sukuna titters once he leans his head down and takes in the mess - n’ then he’s gripping one side of your waist with a single hand. 

Squeezing lightly, it doesn’t take even a mere fraction of his power to glide the exterior of your pussy down those unruly tufts of hair—dooooooown in a carnal scratch as he positions you directly on top of his second mouth.

His second mouth.

Now gaped wide open and fucking ravenous.

Immediately cracking apart from each other with a parched gasp- something deep and rumbling from his underbelly. It reminds you of a creature that’s been starved for eons—something that makes shivers run up your spine right from the in-betweens of your drippin’ wet cunt. Right as you’re feeling his oversized tongue press aside your ruined underwear and start to eeeeeease inside-

“Fuh-fuuuuck—” Dazed peripherals rolling to the back of your head - without even realizing it, you’re planting your feet onto the futon and bucking- whether more into Sukuna’s cursed mouth or away from it…you’re unsure.

But he’s making the decision for you. He’s cupping either side of your hips with two clawed hands, letting those pointed tips dig into your clammy flesh, “Easy-” Letting out a rumbling chuckle. “Easy there, woman.”

Gasping, you’re lurching- 

“Easy.”

And it’s all he needs to steady you.

It’s all he needs to tighten his hold onto your squirmin’ body, until it’s like he’s attached onto you with adhesive. It doesn’t take much of him to move you ‘round and spread open those folds even further like a pretty flower—that massive tongue of his wastes no time before swirling around that first ring of muscle. Cutely clenching around him- fuck, he can’t wait.

Before slurping his muscle back and shoving it straight between your pussylips. 

Through the popping pressure in your ear, “Because how’re you gonna take my cocks otherwise?”

And you really didn’t forget who you were dealing with, did you?

You really didn’t think that Ryomen Sukuna - the King of Curses - was going to go easy on you…did you?

Because without even waiting for your struggling walls to get used to the size, his enlarged tongue reels all the way backwards with a deafening slurp! Right until the curvaceous tip was ticklin’ at your entrance, before Sukuna’s thrusting all the way back in. Again.

Your toes curl. Your eyes dart instantly to the back of your head. 

Sukuna himself cracks a smirk- before he’s then doing it again.

And again.

“Don’t think yer running from it.” A third hand ends up plastered atop your clammy scalp- dangerously gripping your head and puuuuuushing you down onto him. 

As far as your tight hole would let him. Your thighs quiver, “B-but-” Bucking.

“Now now, brat—” Pushing you back down. “Ya get what you’re given.”

Again and again.

It doesn’t matter how many times you’re twisting on top of him because of the ruthless swabbin’ of his tastebuds inside. Honed at the very tip and zig-zagging around in a way that makes you viscerally shake on top of him—he’s slipping his velvety muscle inside and stirring it a few times to get a reeeeally good feel for your walls. For how much you’d stretch. “Because you shall fit- oh…” He seethes between clenched canines, nose scrunched at the very top. “You must- fit it. You must not run away.”

Another tough battering ram of his thick tongue - it’s almost adorable how your poor body is being jerked to and fro. He murmurs, “For who can possibly escape Ryomen Sukuna? Heh.”

His tongue seems to wind n’ stretch even deeper inside you after his own self-praise - you always have heard rumors about the King of Curses being particularly egotistical…though righteously. 

And again and again—“P-please.” Sukuna’s second tongue fills you up in all sorts of ways you’ve never felt before - not with the texture or the size or the complete and utter need…Those ridged tastebuds of his were pushin’ into eeeeevery single nook and cranny he could reach - which was all of them. At least, as far back as your dewy walls were allowing him to go, “Such a size should be-”

“Necessary.” He’s cutting you off cleanly. “Besides…”

Sukuna raises a pink brow, leaning backwards on the mattress to watch his massive tongue indulge in and out. In and out. In and out.

Your puffy folds being pushed apart at a rapid pace, your gloss seeping everywhere as he tunnels inside—he’s letting out a low whistle of approval as his second mouth creates such a mess between your legs. Monstrous tongue jerking outwards and slapping the front of your cunt teasingly- it makes a fresh wave of your juices slather down your thighs.

And he smiles - already knowing that he’s going to clean this up later.

The King’s chest rumbles with satisfaction, “Heh- you should be aware, little human…that m’not even halfway inside yet.”

There were two things in that sentence that drove you utterly wild: the fact that he mentioned he was barely inside, and the fact that he said…yet. As though to prove the point he’d just sparked inside your muddled brain, Sukuna arches his hips off the bed and ruts-

Pistoning his tongue a mere inch deeper.

Even though - to you - it feels like he’d just struck his tongue against your very throat—“Wh-what you claiming…” Your thighs quake as he continues fucking you between them, “How much longer may you possibly have to go?”

“Oh…an inch, two, four….seven.” Sukuna tilts his head airily, “Tch- such tedious tasks are meant for humans. How about you count instead?”

You balk, “Pardon, master?”

“Count, little human.” And without a single warning, his fourth hand snakes underneath your flapping kimono- between those sopping pussylips and squeezing at your poor clit. “Your master orders you to count.”

And the only thing you can possibly do is let your eyes shutter at the pleasure, lips trembling as Sukuna’s second tongue finds its mazin’ way across your walls. As you’re struggling to get a single word out, however, at least the ruthless sorcerer slooooows his pace down to something more languid- making sure you feel every bump and vein.

Every quirk.

Every inch.

Until finally you’re throwing your head behind and vocalizing—after only a few sloppy strikes. “T-two…”

“Heh…interesting.” One of those gnarled hands clasped onto your sides reaches upwards n’ grabs onto your pretty face, smushin’ those cheeks together as he stares deeply into your eyes. Sukuna takes in your dazed peripherals, your spit-glossed lips - the way you looked completely and utterly gone on his tongue, and yet…still managed to answer his question.

Mere mortals never did manage to surprise him anymore. You, however…

Before even he knows what he’s doing, Ryomen Sukuna leans inwards and spits between your gaped maw. Rushing to then kiss you with his own lips - eyes widened, mouth hungry. He looks bewildered himself, as his cursed mouth continues rubbin’ your pussy raw—“It seems we have a feisty little human on our hands.” Three out of four hands groping at your sides and making you ride him-

You’re trembling.

“And yet, who told you to cease your counting?”

Thwack!

“Three—” You cry out. Expectedly, Sukuna was mean—that fourth n’ final hand of his plasters his knobbly fingertips against your sensitive nub. Spanking you hard enough to see stars.

But Sukuna only grins, “Incorrect.”

Yet another spank. Yet another brush of his cursed tongue inwards- and you swear that you’re starting to hear his second mouth start to snicker to himself. Was that even possible? 

Were you even thinking? Were you even breathing?

It doesn’t take his keen eyes long to realize that he’s left you completely and utterly stupid on his tongue—just so luscious and lewd. Spreadin’ apart your puffy folds and funneling your insides with him, “Four- four—”

“Correct.” Just to tease you, those fingers of his leave another rude spank.

And Sukuna doesn’t bother letting you gather your bearings before he’s delving even deeper. 

“F-five…” You’re trembling out as you feel the massaging texture of his tastebuds enter, they’re pokin’ into spots you hadn’t even realized you had - filling out your tight channel and leaving his shape molded straight into your cunt. “And is that…ngh- six?”

“That was seven.” He rumbles out in a smug tone.

Your jaw drops as you register the massive number - seven inches of his cursed tongue fucking your pussy. And yet it still doesn’t seem as though he’s planning to stop anytime soon…

Back arched, you’re keeping your hands on top of Sukuna’s broad shoulders. Nails digging into his deltoids. And with all the strength that you could muster, you’re attempting to riiiiiide your hips back down onto his—grinding in figure-eight motions.

Sukuna was already manhandling you down onto him - now it might just be your turn to control the cadence. To control how much of him went inside you.

“J-just fuck me already—” You’re pleading. Your jaw drops with a parched whimper, hips veering down harder and harder- “Ngh- that was eight. Nine. Just fuck me- all of me.”

Sukuna’s eyes widen in slight surprise- before he’s quickly catching himself and tightening the two hands at your waist. “Now now…easy there. Go too fast for a little human, and yer going to hurt yourself.”

“But I need it.” Lip jutting out in the cutest damn pout, “I need you inside me, Kuna.”

His breath catches, “Repeat what you just uttered.”

Back bending into the most delicious curve, pushing up against his sweaty pecs. You’re sobbing out as his stomach mouth gapes even wider n’ seemed to push in even more, more, moooore of his sultry inches—“N-nine and a half…? I need you inside-”

“Not that-” Smacking your clit once more. “-you insolent brat.” The tip of his tastebuds reach the very back of your pussy, and it’s a sensation you just can’t describe. “That…title. I command you to hah, repeat it.”

“Title?”

Thwack!

“Repeat it.”

And it’s taking everything and anything in you - in your utterly cockdrunken mind - to conjure up the faintest inkling about what Sukuna was talking about. To let your head throw back with a final primal cry—for the first time since he’d started fucking you with his stomach mouth, you’re finally feeling your ass cheeks seat down properly on top of his washboard abs. 

And then you’re finding yourself in his strong arms, your moans muffled into his actual mouth. “T-ten.” Gasping through the constant drool n’ sounds of pleasure clogging up your throat, “That’s ten, Kuna—”

And there it was.

Theeeeeere it was - in more ways than one.

Ryomen Sukuna’s getting to hear that sultry nickname fall from your mouth once more - for some inexplicable reason leaving the tips of his ears feeling warm - and he’s getting to see you complete his command.

Ten entire inches of his cursed second tongue- lickin’ away every trace of sap at your inner thighs, before he’s pushing it all the way inwards. Inwards and inwards. The maw slashed across his stomach grins as he’s hitting the very back of your pussy-

And before you know it, the King is tugging you into his arms.

He kisses your mouth sloppily while his second tongue continues fucking you between your legs. Harder by the minute.

Sukuna grunts as he opens his mouth wiiiiide n’ slips his tongue between your jaw- “Suck on my tongue.” He’s echoing out in a hollow tone.

And you can do nothing but squeeze your glossy lips together—eagerly suckling on his tongue. You’re unsure whether it was from your lavish dinner prior or whether it’s just how hazy your brain is, but you’re finding him to taste almost…sweet.

And your eyes roll to the back of your head as you do so-

“Heh-” Sukuna manages to pant out between kisses, open-mouthed and hot. “Now both pairs of pretty lips are sucking on my tongue.”

And your jaw…drops- only for him to use the opportunity to kiss you even deeper.

Making you ride his stomach mouth whilst he kisses you stupid - his tongue probing inwards, inwards, inwards in looooong slick thrusts. Scrapin’ every orifice inside but especially bending around to hit your g-spot. 

You’re sure your body jolts as you feel the sudden zaps of charged pleasure, setting your body positively alight. “I-I’m so close, master.” You pout, “I must- hah- cum.”

“Must, hm?” Sukuna mutters - almost to himself. “And am I to believe that my human deserves to cum? Am I to believe that she is ready to take both my cocks?”

Nodding fervently, “Y-yes—yes, please-”

“Am I to believe that she will have no trouble taking me down to the very womb?”

“Yes-”

Crimson eyes narrow, “I will not slow down, needy human. Am I to believe that-”

“Yes-” Just so gone on your impending high. So close. 

And to your surprise, the King merely chuckles as you’re interrupting him - had this been anyone else, then they would have found themselves being made an example of. But you…you’re finding yourself jerked almost aggressively upwards as he bucks his hips, more to run the ridges of his cursed tastebuds along the interior of your walls. Harder. Faster.

You hurtle straight into your high at an incredible pace-

“If you had let your King finish…” It’s the last thing you’re hearing before the pleasure overtakes you - Sukuna’s rumbling tone. “-then perhaps you would have known my question was whether I’m to believe you shall give me an heir in my name.”

His question was going to be whether you’d give him an heir.

His question was going to be whether you’d give him an heir.

But you’re unable to articulate anything more than a few whimpers n’ grunts - because the waves of your orgasm that overtake you are enough to leave you numb. Enough to leave you babbling. Enough to leave you shaking on top of Sukuna’s toned body as he shovels his fat tongue in and out.

In and out. In and out.

The way his overlarge tongue curved was just perfect for hittin’ every spot, and you’re feeling him time out your peaks perfectly—knowing juuust when the surges of your dopamine were at their highest. 

Just then, he’d slam! his flattened tastebuds onto the exact spot of your nerves. Fingers nothing but a dizzying blur between your legs as he rolls his thumb over your clit, “Gonna take my t-tongue-” Sukuna spits between honed canines, “Gonna take my cocks then- gonna take my seed.”

“Sh-shiiiiit—” You yowl, “It feels so good, Kuna-”

“That’s ‘master’ to you.” He scoffs, nose sliding down the column of your throat. Sukuna takes one more look at the way you’re swallowing him up - at the way you grind deeper to stuff his glistening muscle between your pussylips, and shivers. “Or…consider yourself lucky to be shown mercy this time, human. Say thank you.”

“Thank you, Kuna.”

“Tch-”

And with that said, it’s not long before you’re completely and utterly fucked through your orgasm by the mouth on his stomach—through every tiny shred n’ ounce of pleasure. 

Once Sukuna feels your quiverin’ pussy finish, he’s pulling out of you with the most lecherous squelch! Letting your thighs drape limply around his waist for a few seconds- that’s as long as the King can manage before he’s sitting up on the futon and flipping the two of you around.

So that your back was against the mattress. So that your head was hitting the pillows.

Sukuna crawls his massive figure down the length of your body- four arms pinning back your slick-sheened legs as he pushes his head between them. He’s wasting no time before digging his larger-than-mortal nose between your sodden pussylips and giving your cunt a good liiiiiiiiick of his actual tongue - this time tasting you with his actual mouth.

“Shit—” You’re surging up from your comfortable position, sparks sizzling in your brain. “A-again, Kuna?”

“Your master never had his fill.”

And with that said, he’s lavishin’ your pussy with countless long licks and dribbles. Lips glued to your folds. Breathing through his nose. Sukuna darts his tongue out - thick, though definitely not to the extent of his stomach mouth’s - and zig-zags it across your entrance.

Easing his wet muscle inside—inside and inside. He’s scourin’ every inch of your walls as though to check every mark he’s made before. Just so tender. 

The velvety inches of his tastebuds flickering in and out- five inches long, you’re realizing automatically. Far longer than a normal human’s.

And it just drives you insane. 

The edges of his fangs nip either side of your entrance - Sukuna had already left you so raw with his cursed tongue prior, so now it’s only taking a few seconds before he’s getting you to spray your orgasmic juices all over his mouth once more—“K-Kuna, I’m close.”

He hums at the feeling of your trembling fingers weaving into his pink hair, “Close? Stupid brat, you’re already cumming.”

The wetness of your cunt spills down his chin.

And Sukuna’s dragging his tongue iiiiiiiiiiiin and out at a constant, sloppy pace to get you through your high. To elongate it. Curving the pointed tip of his tongue against your g-spot - he holds it there for a few seconds just to feel you shake n’ clench around him.

Before he’s breathing through his nostrils and starting to synchronize your peaks with the slashes of his tongue. “Mhmmmm—” He moans out sultry vibrations, they send shockwaves up your spine. “Yes- fuck, yes. I believe this pussy is ready for me.”

Raging through you hard and fast - he doesn’t have much time before your legs start to twitch cutely with overstimulation. Tears sheening down your face. Your jaw unfastened with the most sinful noises. 

Sukuna’s prominent nose pushes up against your clit and you’re crying out—

Looking up at you with hungry, half-lidded eyes. “I believe this pussy is ready to be my queen.”

With the pins and needles of your last two orgasms still coursing through your body, it’s nothing but a blur to you as Sukuna hovers his large body over yours once more. And it’s as if one second you’re blinking up into his handsome face, and in the next—you’re finding him laid back against the mattress- and you laid back against him. 

Your head rests against his collarbone. Your back was arched against his stomach mouth.

Your legs were dangling off somewhere around his lower half- until Sukuna reaches two of his powerful arms down to position you properly. First, he’s grabbing either side of your waist and aligning you with where his clothed erections were—then he’s spreading your legs wiiiiiiide open.

Finally, he’s cupping his clawed hands underneath your thighs and pulling them up, up, up, upwards—until they were stretched out almost beyond your ears. And Sukuna was just basking proudly in this rude full nelson that he’d manhandled you into.

Gruff laugh echoing by the side of your ear, “And now…” In the corner of your teary peripherals, you’re seeing his other two arms bend to your lower half. “-to check for myself whether this pussy can really follow orders…”

Your kimono was already an utter mess- and Sukuna doesn’t have to do much to have it bunched around your naked hips. Your cunt all glistening with slick n’ saliva from earlier—hissing at the heated air that’s hitting you. “Shit…I need you so badly, master.”

“Then I expect you to take every inch.” He replies ominously. Just then, his eager fingers drop to the hemline of his pants. “I expect you to take every drop-”

And he’s tugging.

Only for your jaw to fall—

Because Ryomen Sukuna wasn’t just huge - you’d already expected as much, given his height and other physical prowess. But he was just staggering.

Just like the rest of him, there was double the number of appendages as there would be on a normal human. Two achingly-hard cocks stacked on top of each other. Inches upon inches. Despite your counting challenge earlier, you’re having trouble registering the sheer lengths that he could possibly be - ten…no….twelve? Perhaps even longer. Though you’re noticing that the upper one was just the slightest bit longer than the other.

Both just as girthy. 

Round and reddened. The plump, puckered tips upon their ends throbbed with carnal desire- oozing out generous helpings of milky-white precum that dribble down the front of your cunt. It mixes with the mess already made before, and leaves your thighs sticky with need. 

Heavy ballsack twitching underneath his second shaft. So many veins that you lose count.

“K-Kuna—” You’re whimpering as he starts to rub the shafts of his two cocks between your swollen pussylips. Pushin’ them apart and making space for his ruthless girths instead, “Want it inside, Kuna- hck! I really crave you inside me…”

“Oh, little human…” He coos from above. Larger face craning down next to yours, “Did you really believe that I was hesitating? That I was waiting for you?”

“I suppose…”

“Here’s where you are mistaken, my puny thing.” Sukuna trundles, and you don’t have to look behind to know that his sharp fangs were making an appearance. “I am no kindred man.”

A shiver runs down your spine.

And before you can open your mouth to ask what exactly he meant—his rounded tips press against your wettened crevice. Just the sweetest dual pecks, they’re letting out harsh slurps! as he starts to slip around your needy hole. “I wasn’t waiting for your body to get ready, as you so might have believed.”

“Th-then—?” You sob.

“I was waiting…” Your body bucks down into his, your hands reach up to grab at his pinkish locks and- 

And your dagger slips out.

His voice grows excited. “I was waiting-” Both of you reach for it at the same time, Sukuna with his four arms and you with your two. Your heart stutters- your hand closes around the thick, metallic hilt—“…for a distraction.”

Several things are happening at once: for one, Sukuna finally forgoes teasin’ at your readied hole to instead scour his cocks inside - fucking in with a long, hard thrust. Deeeeeeeply pressing against your cervix—it feels as though he’s splitting you sensually from the inside out, and you’ve never felt anything better.

And then you’re closing your fingers around the blade - tight - and aiming behind you to press the sharpened edge of it against his throat. 

You knew you’d struck your target. Especially when you feel the dagger tremble as he chuckles- chuckles. The King of Curses has the audacity to chuckle.

When you have a weapon to his throat.

You’re unsure whether it was overconfidence or something else entirely- but his hips don’t falter for a single second as he rams his swabbin’ tips thoroughly inwards—thumping away at the back of your pussy. Your ears sizzle with the slamming impact of skin-on-skin, “And so?” He mutters to you, “For what reason do you stall? Do it.”

You grit your teeth, blade pressing against his sunkissed skin until a bead of crimson peppers out. “Do you believe that I am too cowardly to do so?”

“Forbid the thought.” Sukuna hums, “A King assassinated by his favorite concubine? How romantic. I merely implore you to hasten-”

“I shall—”

“So do it.”

“Do not regret-”

“Do it.” 

In fact, he leans in even closer as though to help you.

He’s fucking you deep from the rounded orifice of your cunt, to the very depths of your womb. Pulse thundering inside - until it felt like he was taking over every single part of you—until your teeth were set on edge, and the thud-thud-thudding of his matching cocktips was all that you could think of. 

Your hand trembles around the hilt.

Your lips wobble with emotion.

Your eyes lock deeply with Sukuna’s own hellishly crimson ones, and-

And the dagger falls gently onto the cotton futon.

Sukuna’s body ripples with a sensation that could’ve been anything from pleasure, to victory, to utter glee—but most of all, his tone just sounded awed. 

“I knew there was something special about you, woman.”

And then you’re being crushed in Sukuna’s arms as far back as you would go - as high as your legs could reach above your head, as curvaceously as your spine could bend against his core. He’s manhandling you like nothing but a ragdoll above him—plastered to his muscular back, you’re at the mercy of his vicious thrust after thrust.

The stretch was just incredible.

The stretch was like nothing you’ve ever felt before.

Two thick, loooooooong shafts that were mazin’ between your sopping pussylips- the rounded edges of their cockheads manage to swerve your tight walls apart. Jostling against one another. Throbbing in synchronization inside you - ba-dump! Ba-dump! Ba-dump! Scraping his thumping veins inside and reaching aaaall across every nook, orifice, and cranny. Just so big.

Sukuna himself grunts out in pleasure as his cocks manage to press through the slight resistance you still maintained - his cursed tongue had stretched you out incredibly, and he’s groaning out in pleasure as his cocks manage to slide against one another and then against you- “And now- hah, and now I believe you remember what you promised me?”

“Promised?” Your lashes flutter open, “I-I’m afraid…”

“You promised me an heir.”

Your maw droops open. Your heart starts to race.

Your cunt’s drooling out your arousal at the prospect faster than you could register it- and Sukuna feels the sploshin’ leaks around his thickened bases. His grin stretches as he takes in your unspoken reaction, and before you know it—both sliding cocks are knocking at the door to your very womb-

“And I’m not Ryomen Sukuna if I don’t fuck one into you tonight, brat.”

Rough thrusts. Crushing you in his big, beefy arms. 

Closer and closer. Tighter and tighter. 

If you thought that you’d been treated like a ragdoll earlier- then you’d been lucky. Because now you’re pressed between his bulging biceps and his pecs, sweat covering both your bodies in a thin sheen as your movements grow more and more fervent—“Fuck a- hah, fuck my heir into you.” Sukuna was barely speaking by now - short, rasping bursts. “Fuck you so big and fuuuuuuuull.”

Running two hands down your front—“Master, I have doubts that it gets much more full than this.”

And he lets out what almost sounds like a guffaw, “It can.”

“Wh-what do you mean- oh.”

And all this time, you’d been damn thankful that Sukuna had chosen to stretch you out on his oversized tongue first—how else would you have fit him so easily? Softenin’ up the snug exterior of your channel. Mapping out your sweetest spots. 

Because it just made it even easier to slip inside—it just made it sooooo much more convenient for his dual tips to probe open your wet cunt. Inching and easing.

But then you’re starting to feel a third intrusion.

Then you’re starting to feel his needy tongue once more.

You’re gasping- 

The slightest, smallest ticklish sensation of…none other than his cursed mouth dragging down the inner sorts of your thighs. Just teasing. Just the roughened ridges of his tastebuds, long enough that he can snake them down and flatten them over that soft skin beside your cunt.

And in a matter of mere moments, Sukuna’s rugged hands settle deeper against your skin. Tight. Tough. He’s double-checking to make sure that your restless hips couldn’t skin away- before reeling his hips back and penetrating you in longer, harder ruts—each rude slammin’ of his cocks accompanied by the soothing laps of his cursed tongue. 

“Y-yet again—?” You’re blabbering out stupidly. Tears falling in big, bulbous beads down either of your cheeks and ending up smeared, “Kuna-”

“Mhmmmm.” He hums out - and you could almost hear the smugness in it. The way his piercing canines make an appearance as he says, “It’s for your own good, brat.” One of his hands lifts off of your sweat-covered body - folded like a lawnchair - and Sukuna runs it down your middle.

He stops right above where both his swabbin’ cocks and his tongue had started to form a tiny bulge at your stomach—“S-sensitive-”

“Exactly.” He sounds so content with himself. So damn content.

Those handsome lips - both pairs of them - quirk further upwards as he’s massaging the front of your stomach—particularly over that one spot where you’re stuffed till you’re bloated. Pressing down-down-dooooown- “And how shall this puny human body handle carrying my heir, hm?” He growls as he accelerates his ruts, “How?”

Mouth sobbing open in answer.

You're gripping onto either side of his muscular body and swervin’ your hips in response- unsure whether you wanted to rut back down for more or just…

“Running away?” Sukuna's dangerous trundle sounds from behind you, and the clasp he has on your shuddering body only grows stronger. Before you know it, you’re being manhandled like nothing but his favorite toy and shoved right back onto his twin erections-

He continues, “If you can’t handle two of my cocks—” They’re emptying out at the bottom of your pussy with two distinct thuds! The top one first, and then the squeezin’ of the latter. “If you can’t even handle my tongue…the babies of my lineage tend to be large.” 

Palm pressing down on your stomach.

“Does this pretty womb have enough space?”

And there’s nothing more for you to do but throw your head backwards and buck up into his awaiting arms. He’s only seeming to crush you even deeper against his toned body, “It does-”

“What was that?” One pink brow raises.

“I s-said it does—it does.” You’re blabbering away, thighs attempting to wrangle downwards so that you can steady yourself. But the only thing that’s succeeding in doing is making Sukuna tighten his restraint on you maddeningly - “I can fit even more of you- hngh, I can fit your…”

He grins- and this time it’s his second mouth that hisses demandingly at you. “Say it.”

“Heir in here…” And if this was any other time - if you’d been in any clearer of a state of mind - you wouldn’t have said such embarrassing words in your lifetime. And yet, here you were—bouncin’ down welcomingly into Sukuna’s largely gaped maw. “I want it, Kuna.”

“Heh?” He grins, “Then brace yourself.”

And it’s the only warning you’re getting - honestly, you’re surprised to realize that he’d given you any at all. 

Because in the next few seconds- his cursed mouth goes from lappin’ away at the sweet, sweet juices coating the edges of your cunt—to slithering between those puffy pussylips of yours and attempting to devour your pussy whole again.

Two arms laced behind your clammy scalp. Two more arms reaching down to toy with your overstimulated pussy.

“O-oh gods-” Hiccuping through your tears as you start to feel the pleasurable burn of your pussylips stretchin’ once more.

Wider and wider.

Deeper and deeper.

In, in, and in—

Sukuna's second mouth tenderly whips apart your wet walls—with the most lecherous squeeeelch! he's then attempting to stroke his tongue inwards between the thrusts of his dual cocks. Sharp, stabbing thrusts. Just to fit inside.

Three- three of his sinful appendages attempting to stuff you all full - you're losing your mind already with his throbbing cocks, but now Sukuna's tongue was a different sort of texture altogether that was just leaving you on the verge of-

“You can cum.” The King sputters out against your temple, lips moving what seems like a mile a minute. “But you have to remember to reward me with a strong heir after, hm?” Tap-tapping at the tummy bulge he was fucking into you, “Hafta give me one with my powers. Hafta give me one that- hngh, I can train into the strongest. Hafta give me one with- haaaah…” He breathes out laboriously, “-that smile.”

Your eyes shoot open as you’re registering exactly what he’s uttered, “Kuna…fuck, it feels so good.”

“Please…” And it might just be the first time that you’ve witnessed the infamous Ryomen Sukuna utter a word of plea since you’ve met him. That chiselled cheek of his nuzzles down the side of your temple, “-call me your husband.”

Oh.

Oh.

You’re barely even given enough time to let the entire ordeal sink of having him inside you sink in- before the wooden panels beneath the futon creeeeeeak—! And Sukuna’s arching his hips fully off of the dampened mattress, entering his entire greedy lengths into your pussy.

Again and again.

Reeling back until it was only the plump, glossy tips kissin’ at your entrance - before drag-drag-dragging his pulsating length inwards. In-between he just barely manages to squeeze his textured tongue inside.

Repeating once. Twice. Thrice. So many times that you’ve lost count, and you’re barely in control of your own ministrations as a third hand stuffs between your pussylips and squeezes your neglected clit.

And then your overstimulation’s hitting you all at once. All at once.

And Sukuna realizes it before you do- when you’re shivering primally on top of him and cumming once more. Around his cocks. Around his mouth. It’s such a white-hot pleasure that bursts stars behind your eyelids, creating heat at the tips of your toes and then sending it searing through every vessel within you-  your body shakes in his hold as the dopamine courses right through you. 

His lips crack into a chuckle, and he’s cooing softly down at you as he ruts his hips even harder—fucking you through every peak. “Theeeeeere, there…” Something almost sweet- though you know better than to expect sweet from Ryomen Sukuna. “My poor human couldn’t handle it?”

“I-I can…” You’re arguing back- even though your answer sounds like nothing but a jumbled mess of syllables. The sheer force of the high that wracks through you is enough to make your head spin, thighs shake—fucked up, up, and up by his never-ending hips. 

And he can only smile, “Is that so…? Then perhaps my fierce concubine won’t mind if I just—speed up a little bit.”

Even more?

Your mouth drops as you’re perhaps getting ready to beg for mercy- before even the choked-up syllables at your throat start getting fucked back down by his roverin’ tips.

Rubbing their flared ridges across every spot of your insides, dribblin’ out gooey precum into the smallest nooks and crannies. You’re feeling the sultry slickness of it puddling up deep inside you, and it’s almost enough to send you raging right into another high-

“K-Kuna—!” Your voice cracks.

“I know, heh.” He snickers, deep and hoarse. “I can feel this pussy begging even more f’me.” A few more vicious strokes and you’re feeling another faint arc of pleasure that you’re sure must be your nth high of the night. 

Hard and fast.

Hitting through every one of your bundled nerves- but especially that g-spot he’d bruised by now. Two large circular marks in the exact shape and circumference of his bludgeoning tips - they were slapping at two separate times—one after the other. Ba-dump! Ba-dump! 

Except…this time, Sukuna’s own thickened cocks twitch inside of you as you’re clenchin’ through your high-

“And don’t you worry, brat…” He growls from behind, “This time, your husband’s not too far behind—”

Your eyes flutter open in pure shock- and one of his hands reaches down to tilt your chin to look at him. “Shit-”

“Say it f’me.” Sukuna rasps, “Say it- call me your husband while I cum inside.”

And who were you to deny an order from the King himself? 

The words are barely escaping your lips—“C-cum inside me, husband…”

Before the strongest sorcerer in history throws his head back and jerks his hips upwards- letting the pouring wads of his cum plug your pussy up twofold. What’s better than one of his cocks seeping deeply at your innards? Two of them…There are so many gooey wads of it trickling all deeeeep inside- splashin’ against the spongy layer of your cervix. Swashing down your tight channel.

You’re shuddering as you feel the delicious sensation of him sprayin’ inside you - a sheer volume that ends up frothin’ in-between your legs. A circle of white forms around both of Sukuna’s thick bases. “There we go-” He snarls. “There- there, we go…”

“Shit—it feels so, ngh…” You don’t even have the words. Your body quakes as his ridged tastebuds start tickling the outer parts of your pussy. Long, luscious licks - it’s enough to make you cum again.

“And this baby shall become my heir.” Sukuna whispers - mostly to himself than anything. He runs a hand down the sweat front of your body, left ever-so-slightly more inflated with his constantly-pumping cum. “This baby shall be taught to become the strongest. This baby shall be- hah, feared amongst the nation’s lands and beyond…” His fanged smile grows, “Known by my name, I shall teach this baby to protect its mother with their life.”

The fatness of his tongue dips between your swollen pussylips- lapping again and again. He’s torn between drinkin’ up and pushing back the pearly white beads of cum that kept on leaking from you.

And you’re merely draped limply over his front. Crushed to his powerful body. 

“And this baby’s gonna become the most precious thing in this- hah, estate…” You feel him press a kiss to your temple, “-alongside you, of course, Your Majesty.”

“Majesty…?”

“The Queen of Curses.”

For who could’ve tamed the infamous Ryomen Sukuna?

In no time, he’s finally fucked himself into your pussy through his high- and it’s a tangled mess of limbs and moans as Sukuna attempts to pull out. Before realizing that his cocks were probed in too deeply, before realizing that that would mean letting his pool of cum spread out of your cunt.

Losing all his hard work.

And so he sniffs haughtily, reaching one pair of his hands up into the air and clicking-

In a split-second, you’re finding your back against the pillows. As if in a dream, you’re blinking up to stare into Sukuna’s handsome face—two hands braced upon either side of your head, both cocks still shovelled deeply inside of you. Throbbing. Did he just…did he just use his powers to change-

“Yes.” He answers your unspoken question- of perhaps it had been spoken, you’re too drunk on his cocks to realize whether or not you’d blabbered it out loud. “I call it…teleporting.” 

“Th-that should be outlawed-” You’re gasping. The air around you felt tightened with what you assumed must be his cursed energy - you’d heard the stories about them. Who didn’t?

And he merely hums, “I am the law, woman.”

Without another word, one of his four hands snake between your legs- his cursed second mouth had finished up lappin’ at the coat of cum around your thighs. And he licks his lips and belches almost gluttonously once Sukuna reaches down to cup your pussy and—

“O-oh.” Something buzzes between your overstimulated legs. 

Almost as soon as it’d started, it’s over- and Sukuna pulls his hand away—and then his rugged cocks. Letting out the most lecherous sluuuuurp! as he’s reeling his hips away, rounded tips funnel out from between your pussylips and leaving such a-

Wait…your eyes widen. There was no mess - whatever technique that Sukuna had collected between your legs stopped his cum from leaking out.

And the King of Curses wastes no time waiting for your surprise to register- not before letting out a deep snicker. He straightens his bulky body n’ edges himself closer—and before you know it, you’re suddenly finding your head straddled by Sukuna’s meaty thighs.

His dual, furiously-hot erections slapping their shafts down onto your readied face.

Both fanged mouths grin, “Now…open, human.”

And you just knew he was about to make you take both.

A/N. DJSFHSJKHS-

And he smelled...lord.

Whatever cologne he had on was doing too much. Too much to you atleast. Something spicy that kept floating your way every couple of seconds. You tried not to think about it.

Tried.

Baby Itadori grabbed at your necklace with his chubby little fingers and yanked, pulling your attention back to him. "Ow, hey, little man, that's not for you." You gently pried his hand off the chain and he let out the most dramatic whine. His little face scrunched up and his bottom lip poked out.

"See, now you got him started," Sukuna muttered from beside you.

"Excuse me? I got him started?" You shifted Itadori on your lap so he was facing you, bouncing him again to calm him down. "If you would actually hold your nephew for more than two seconds-"

"I held him when he got here."

"For like thirty seconds, Sukuna."

"That's still holding him."

You gave him the flattest look you could manage. He finally turned his head to look at you and had the nerve to smirk. That lazy, cocky smirk too. His eyes dropped to Itadori for a second, then back to you.

"He looks happy with you. Why would I mess that up?"

"Because he's your family, fool."

Sukuna exhaled through his nose, almost a laugh but not quite, and turned back to the TV. You rolled your eyes so hard you thought they'd get stuck. This man was ridiculous. Fine as hell, but ridiculous.

You'd known Sukuna since college. Met him at a house party sophomore year when he'd bumped into you and spilled half his drink on your shoes. Instead of apologizing like a normal person, he'd looked down at your feet, looked back at you, and said, "Those were ugly anyway." You'd cussed him out for a solid minute and he'd just stood there grinning. Been friends ever since, somehow. That was about six years ago now.

Six years of being around this man's face, his voice, his everything. Six years of pretending you didn't notice the way his jaw looked when he clenched it, or how his hands were big enough to wrap around your whole thigh. Six years of keeping it cool, keeping it friendly, and swallowing down whatever the fuck it was that sat in your chest every time he got too close.

Itadori started babbling again, slapping his hands against your thigh. "Da da da da-"

"Oh, you trying to talk now?" You leaned your face closer to his. "Say auntie. Aun-tie."

"Ba!" He smacked your cheek with his whole palm.

"Close enough." You kissed the top of his head, his little tuft of pink-ish hair tickling your nose. Kid had the most interesting hair color. Sukuna's phone buzzed on the coffee table and he reached for it, glancing at the screen. "Jin said he's on his way."

"Already? It's only been like two hours."

"That's two hours too long." Sukuna set the phone back down and looked at Itadori with this expression that was almost affectionate but mostly tired. "Love the kid. But he's loud as fuck."

"He's a baby. They're supposed to be loud."

"Nah, this one's different. He's got some lungs on him." Sukuna stretched his arms above his head and you caught a peek of skin where his tee rode up. Dark ink curving beneath his navel, a sliver of tan skin, the waistband of his boxers just barely visible above the sweats. You looked away real quick.

Not quick enough, apparently, because when you glanced back his eyes were on you. Just looking. Not saying anything. That smirk was gone but something sat in his expression, something warm, maybe, or just observant.

You couldn't tell.

"What?" you asked.

"Nothing."

"Why you looking at me like that then?"

"I can't look at you?"

"Not all weird like that, no."

He let out a low laugh. A real one this time, not that half-exhale thing he did. It rumbled out of his chest and you felt it in yours. "You look good with a baby on your lap. That's all."

Your face got warm. You bounced Itadori a little harder than necessary. "Boy, shut up."

"I'm just saying-"

"And I'm just saying shut up."

He raised his hands in surrender, still laughing under his breath. You couldn't help the smile that crept onto your face even as you tried to kill it. Itadori, sensing the energy shift, started bouncing himself on your knee and squealing like this was the greatest moment of his little life.

"See, now he's riled up," Sukuna said, nodding at the baby. "That's on you."

"He's having fun!"

"He's about to start screaming."

"No he's not, he's fine. Aren't you, baby?" You held Itadori up in the air and he kicked his little legs, giggling. "See? Happy."

Sukuna just shook his head. "Don't come crying to me when he starts losing it."

You ignored him and kept playing with the baby. You held Itadori against your chest and swayed a little, rubbing his back in circles. He grabbed a fistful of your hair this time, and stuffed some in his mouth before you could stop him.

"No no no-" You tugged it free gently and Itadori's face immediately crumpled. Lip trembling. Eyes watering. Oh no. "Oh shit. No, baby, it's okay-"

Too late.

The wail that came out of that tiny body was nuclear. Itadori threw his head back and screamed with everything he had, face turning red, tears popping out of nowhere.

Sukuna didn't even flinch. Just tilted his head and looked at you. "Told you."

"Shut the fuck up and help me!"

He sighed like you'd asked him to move a mountain, but he reached over and plucked Itadori right off your lap with one arm. One arm. Like the baby weighed nothing. He set Itadori against his chest, big hand covering the baby's entire back, and leaned into the couch.

"Chill," Sukuna said. Not to you. To the baby. And the crazy thing was, Itadori actually started calming down. The screaming dialed back to a whimper, then to a hiccup, then to nothing. The baby just buried his face in Sukuna's chest and went still, his little body rising and falling.

You stared. "How the hell did you do that?"

"I'm a good uncle." Sukuna's voice was lower now, almost soft. His hand moved in a slow circle on Itadori's back and the baby's eyes were already drooping. "When I wanna be."

Something about seeing this giant-ass man hold a baby like that with his tatted arm wrapped around the tiny body, his face relaxed, his voice quiet, it did something to you. You cleared your throat and looked at the TV.

"Yeah, well. Maybe you should've been holding him the whole time then."

"Maybe."

The doorbell rang about twenty minutes later. Itadori had fully passed out on Sukuna's chest by then, little mouth open, drooling on his uncle's black tee. Sukuna looked down at the wet spot forming on his shirt.

"This kid, man." He shook his head but there was no real annoyance in it. He looked at you. "Get the door for me?"

"Now I'm the one doing stuff?"

"My nephew is sleeping on me. You want me to wake him up?"

You narrowed your eyes but got up anyway, stepping over to the front door and pulling it open. Jin stood on the other side with his car keys in hand. Itadori's dad looked a lot like Sukuna, same bone structure, same height, but with a warmer face and softer eyes. Where Sukuna had a damn attitude most of the time, Jin was gentle. Easy to talk to.

"Hey, Y/n!" Jin smiled wide. "How's my little man been?"

"He was an angel. Just fell asleep like five minutes ago." You stepped aside to let him in.

Jin walked into the apartment and spotted Sukuna on the couch with Itadori knocked out on his chest. His whole face lit up. "Look at that. Uncle of the year."

"Fuck outta here," Sukuna said, but there was no bite to it.

Jin walked over and carefully peeled Itadori off Sukuna's chest. The baby stirred, made a small noise, then settled right back into sleep against his father's shoulder. Jin was already pulling a little blanket from the diaper bag slung over his arm, wrapping it around the sleeping baby.

"He eat?" Jin asked.

"Yeah, Y/n fed him earlier," Sukuna said, sitting up and stretching. "He had some of that mashed pea shit."

"The organic ones?"

"Man, I don't know. Green stuff in a jar."

Jin laughed and looked at you. "Thanks for actually taking care of him."

"Somebody had to," you said with a pointed look at Sukuna, who flipped you off without turning around.

Jin lingered for a few minutes, leaning against the arm of the couch while Itadori slept on his shoulder. He talked about work, something about a new project at his engineering firm, and asked Sukuna about some fight he'd apparently gotten into at the gym last week.

"It wasn't a fight," Sukuna said. "Dude was talking shit and I corrected him."

Jin sighed. "You're gonna get banned."

"Then I'll find another gym."

You sat in the chair across from them, legs tucked under you, watching the brothers go back and forth. They had this dynamic that was entertaining. Jin trying to be the responsible one, Sukuna not giving a single fuck. It was funny because underneath all the attitude, Sukuna actually did care about his brother. He just had a weird way of showing it.

After a few more minutes of catching up, Jin adjusted Itadori on his shoulder and grabbed the diaper bag. "Alright, let me get this little man home before it gets too late. Y/n, always good to see you."

"You too, Jin. Drive safe."

He headed for the door and Sukuna got up to walk him out. You heard them exchange a few more words in the hallway, something you couldn't quite make out, then a laugh from Jin, before the door shut. The lock clicked.

And just like that, the apartment was different.

It was weird how fast the energy shifted. A minute ago there was a whole baby here, conversations happening, that comfortable group atmosphere. Now it was just you and Sukuna and the TV casting blue-white light across the room. The kitchen light was on too. That warm yellow glow spilling from around the corner. The rest of the apartment sat in low shadows.

Sukuna came back into the living room and dropped himself onto the couch like his bones were made of concrete. He groaned, tipping his head back against the cushion, eyes closing.

"God damn. I love that kid but I'm tired."

You laughed from the opposite end of the couch, your legs stretched out in front of you on the cushions. "You barely did anything."

"Emotional labor." He cracked one eye open. "That's still labor."

"You so damn dramatic."

He closed his eye again and sat like that for a second, just breathing. Then he leaned forward, reaching for the coffee table. You watched his hands as he pulled out a small wooden tray, a baggie, a pack of wraps, and a lighter. He set everything up methodically, arranging it all within arm's reach, and leaned back again.

"You want one?" he asked, already splitting the wrap down the middle with his thumbnail.

"You rolling me one?"

"Wouldn't have asked if I wasn't."

"Then yeah."

He started working. His fingers, long, tatted across the knuckles, moved in such an intoxicating way. He broke the weed up, letting it crumble between his fingertips onto the tray, separating stems without even looking. He picked up the wrap and loaded it, tucking and rolling in a smooth motion. There was something about watching him do this. His brow furrowed just slightly, tongue dragging along the edge of the wrap to seal it. Just his tongue. Just the tip of it, running slow across the paper.

You almost moaned at the sight of it.

You shifted on the couch and pulled your eyes away. Behind you, well, behind Sukuna, really, his radio sat on the little bookshelf against the wall, playing low. He had it playing even before Itadori left. Your shocked the baby could even sleep through the music.

Sukuna finished the blunt and set it on the tray. Started rolling a second one.

"That one's yours," he said, nodding at the first.

"Thank you."

"Mhm."

The apartment felt smaller now. Or maybe not smaller, just more... concentrated. With the TV on low volume and the music layered over it, with the kitchen light being the only real light source, everything seemed to shrink inward. Like the room was pulling in on itself, leaving just the couch, just the two of you.

You were sitting on the opposite end of the couch with your back against the armrest, legs stretched out along the cushions. Your toes were maybe a foot from his thigh. You were in your leggings and an oversized crop top that showed a strip of your stomach when you shifted. You could feel your lip gloss still intact, you'd reapplied it while Jin was here out of habit.

Sukuna finished rolling the second blunt and brought it to his lips. He lit it, cheeks hollowing as he took the first pull. Smoke curled from his mouth when he exhaled, and the smell mixed with his cologne in a way that went straight to your head.

He took another pull and his eyes finally found yours. Just landed on you. No particular reason. No lead-up. He was just looking. And you were looking back.

You didn't look away from him and he didn't look away from you and for a few seconds neither of you said anything.

Your foot moved. Barely. Just a small shift of your leg that brought your toes against the side of his thigh. Touching him through the thin fabric of his sweats. You felt the warmth of his skin underneath.

You didn't pull away.

His eyes dropped to where your foot rested against him. Stayed there. Then came back up to your face. That smirk appeared, but different this time. Not the cocky one from earlier. This one was slower. Lazier. His eyelids were low, pupils dark, and the blunt sat between his lips trailing a thin line of smoke.

His free hand came down. Fingers wrapped around your ankle. Just held it. His palm was warm and big, his grip loose but intentional. He just held you there for a second, thumb dragging one slow circle against your ankle bone while he watched your face. Testing. Waiting to see what you'd do.

Your breath caught somewhere between your chest and your throat. You didn't move away. Didn't say anything. Just looked at him with your lips slightly parted and your heart thumping behind your ribs.

Then he pulled.

One smooth motion. His hand tightened around your ankle and he dragged you toward him across the couch cushions. Your back slid down from the armrest, your body closing the distance between you until your legs were practically in his lap. Your ass was against his thigh. Your legs bent over his.

"Sukuna—"

He took the blunt from his lips and tapped the ash into the tray on the coffee table without looking, eyes still locked on yours. His hand didn't leave your leg. It just moved. From your ankle, up over your calf. Slow. His palm slid over the curve of your shin, the inside of your knee. Fingers tracing along the inside of your thigh through the leggings. Each inch of movement felt like it lasted a full minute. You could feel every single one of his fingertips.

Index finger.

Middle.

Ring finger.

Pinky.

And thumb.

Your chest rose and fell faster than you wanted it to. You tried to play it cool but your body was doing its own thing. Heat was spreading from wherever he touched you, pooling in your lower stomach and between your legs. Your thighs tensed under his hand and he noticed, of course he noticed, and his smirk deepened.

He brought the blunt back to his lips. Inhaled. The cherry glowed bright for a second, then dimmed. He pulled the blunt away and held the smoke in his chest, eyes on you the whole time. His hand was still on your inner thigh, fingertips inches from where your pulse was beating the hardest.

"Open your mouth," he said. Low. Almost a whisper.

You did.

You didn't even think about it. Your lips parted and your chin tilted up and you just opened. For him.

Sukuna leaned in. Close. His face right there, inches from yours. You could see every detail of his face. From he sharp line of his jaw, the tiny scar above his left eyebrow, the way his lashes fanned when he looked down at your lips. His mouth hovered over yours, your lips grazing eachother, and then he exhaled.

The smoke poured from his lips into your mouth. It was addictive. Intoxicating. It was making your head spin and your thighs clench from how sexy and intimate this was. You breathed it in, tasting it, tasting him underneath it. The smoke filled your lungs and you held it there while his eyes stayed on your mouth.

You exhaled slowly, the smoke drifting up between your faces, and neither of you moved back. He was right there. Right fucking there. His nose almost touching yours, his breath on your lips. The blunt was still in his other hand, forgotten, burning down.

"Been needing to do that," he murmured.

"The shotgun?"

His thumb traced a circle on your inner thigh. Higher now. Dangerously high. "Nah. Get you this close. I've been playing for too fucking long."

Your body felt like it was vibrating. Every nerve ending was awake, every sense dialed to maximum. The music was still playing behind him but it sounded far away now, like it was coming from a different room. The only thing that you felt right now was his breath on your skin and his hand on your thigh and the shrinking space between your mouths.

"Then stop playing," you whispered.

You didn't even recognize your own voice. It came out breathy, wanting, different from how you usually sounded around him.

His eyes flickered. Something shifted behind them, something that had been kept locked away, maybe, or held back on purpose. He closed the gap.

His mouth landed on yours and your whole brain went blank. His lips were warm and full and he kissed you like he'd thought about exactly how he wanted to do this. Like he'd planned every angle, every movement. His bottom lip dragged across yours, pulling at your gloss, smearing it, and he tilted his head to deepen it. You felt his tongue trace the seam of your lips and you opened for him again, letting him in.

He tasted like the blunt. Earthy and sweet. His tongue moved against yours, unhurried, licking into your mouth like he was trying to memorize the taste of you. Your hand came up to his jaw on instinct, fingers curling along the bone, pulling him closer. A sound escaped you, and his grip on your thigh tightened in response.

He pulled back just enough to breathe, which wasn't that far away at all. His eyes were barely open, looking at you from under his lashes, and his lips were slick with your gloss.

"Shit," he breathed. "Your lips are fuckin' soft."

You couldn't even form words. You just pulled him back in.

The second kiss was harder. Messier. His hand left your thigh and slid up to your waist, gripping, pulling your body into his. You twisted on the couch until you were half in his lap, your chest against his, your hands fisting the fabric of his tee at his shoulders. He kissed you deep, tongue and teeth, his bottom lip caught between yours, then yours caught between his. He bit down just enough to sting and you gasped into his mouth.

"Mm." The sound he made vibrated against your lips. His other hand, the one that had been holding the blunt, reached blindly for the tray and set it down. Both hands free now. Both hands on you. One on your waist, one sliding down to your ass, palming it through your leggings, squeezing.

"Fuck," you breathed, arching into him.

"Yeah?" His voice was right against your ear now, lips brushing the sensitive skin just below it. "Tell me what you want."

Your fingers dug into his shoulders. "I want you to stop playing with me."

He laughed right into your neck. His teeth grazed your skin, then his lips, open-mouthed, wet, traveled down the column of your throat. Kissing, tasting. His tongue flicked against your pulse point and you full-body shuddered.

"Nah," he said between kisses. "I waited too long for this. I'm taking my fucking time."

His hands gripped your hips and lifted you, effortless, like you weighed nothing, repositioning you so you were fully straddling his lap. Your knees sank into the cushions on either side of his thighs. The new position put you right on top of him and you could feel..oh god, you could feel him.

Through his sweats, through your leggings. He was already hard, the print of him straining against the fabric, and he was big. Like noticeably, ridiculously big. He was so big that it made your eyes go wide and your breath stutter.

His hands settled on your hips and he rocked you forward. Just a little. Just enough to drag you against the length of his clothed dick. The friction sent a zap straight through your core and a moan slipped out of your mouth before you could stop it.

"Ahhh-fuck, Kuna."

His jaw clenched. His fingers dug into your hips. "Say that shit again."

You rolled your hips on your own this time, grinding down against him, feeling every inch of him through the layers. "Kuna… shit…"

"Just like that." His head tipped back against the couch and his throat was exposed, the long line of it, the tattoos crawling up the side. His Adam's apple bobbed when he swallowed. His eyes were barely open, watching you on top of him, watching your body move. "Look at you. Riding me and I ain't even inside you yet."

Your clit was throbbing.

The friction from your leggings and his sweats wasn't enough, it was too much and not enough at the same time. You could feel how wet you were getting, the slickness building between your folds, starting to seep through the thin fabric of your panties. You ground down harder and a strangled noise came out of him. It was like half a groan,and half a growl. It literally made your pussy clench around nothing.

His hands slid from your hips to your ass. Both palms. He squeezed, hard, spreading your cheeks apart slightly, pulling you tighter against him so you could feel the full imprint of his dick against your center.

"Kuna-mmm-" Your nails raked down the front of his chest through his tee.

He sat up, bringing his face to your neck again, biting down on the spot where your shoulder met your throat. Not gentle. You yelped and your hips bucked and he groaned against your skin.

"Take this shit off," he said, tugging at the hem of your crop top.

You pulled it over your head and tossed it somewhere behind you. Your hair fell around your shoulders and his eyes dropped to your chest. You were wearing a simple black bra, nothing fancy cause you honestly weren't expecting this to happen. But the way he looked at you made you feel like you were wearing something worth millions. His gaze traveled over the swell of your breasts, the s/c of your skin, the way your stomach curved into your waist.

"God damn." He said it under his breath, almost to himself. His hands came up from your ass to your sides, sliding up your bare skin, thumbs tracing the undersides of your breasts through the bra. Your nipples were already stiff, poking against the fabric, and when his thumbs brushed over them you sucked in a breath.

He looked up at your face. Your lips were swollen from kissing, your gloss completely ruined, and your eyes were half-closed. He reached around and unclasped your bra with one hand, like it was nothing, like he'd done it a million times, and you let it slide off your arms.

Your breasts fell free and his whole expression changed. His eyes darkened. His tongue swept across his bottom lip.

"Come here," he said, and before you could move he was already pulling you forward, bringing your chest to his face. His mouth closed around your left nipple and you arched your back, a whimper escaping that you couldn't have held in if you tried.

"Ohhh-mmm-" Your hand flew to the back of his head, fingers gripping the short hair there.

He sucked. Hard. His tongue swirling around the peak before his teeth caught it gently, tugging. Then he switched to the other one, giving it the same treatment. It was wet, sloppy, and noisy. You could hear the sounds his mouth made against your skin and it was doing things to you. Your hips were moving in his lap on their own, grinding against him in slow, desperate circles.

His hand came down on your ass. Not soft. A full slap that cracked through the room and made you jolt forward with a gasp.

"Ah!"

"Keep moving like that," he said, mouth still on your breast. Another slap. Harder. The sting bloomed hot across your skin and mixed with the pleasure until you couldn't separate them. "Wanna feel you on my dick."

"Fuck, daddy-" It slipped out. You didn't plan it. The word just fell from your lips like it belonged there and the reaction was instantaneous. Sukuna's entire body went rigid underneath you. His mouth pulled off your breast and he looked up at you with something in his eyes that made your stomach drop in the best way.

"What'd you call me?"

Your face was on fire but you were too turned on to be embarrassed. You rolled your hips against his print again, feeling him twitch underneath you. "Daddy."

His hand came up to your throat. Not squeezing. Just resting there. His thumb pressed against the hinge of your jaw, tilting your face down to his.

"Again."

"Daddy."

He kissed you so hard your teeth almost clashed. Both his hands went to the waistband of your leggings and started yanking them down over your ass. You had to lift up on your knees to help him get them off, and it turned into this whole thing. Him pulling, you wriggling, the leggings getting caught on your ankles until you kicked them free. You were left in just your panties. Black lace. Already soaked through.

He looked down between your bodies and his jaw tightened. He could see it. The dark spot where you'd been leaking through the fabric, the way the lace clung to you, outlining everything, the shape of your pussy lips, the way they were swollen and puffy from how turned on you were.

"All that for me?" His voice was strained.

"Been like that since you grabbed my ankle."

His thumb hooked into your panties and tugged them to the side. The air hit your bare pussy and you shivered. He looked down at you, really looked, and the sound he made was guttural. Your lips were s/c, pretty, slick and glistening, wetness coating everything. Your clit was swollen, peeking out between your folds.

"Prettiest fucking pussy." His thumb slid through your slit, from bottom to top, collecting wetness. Slow. So fucking slow you thought you might lose your mind. When he reached your clit he circled it once and your thighs trembled on either side of him.

"Ohhh my god-please-"

"Please what?" He circled your clit again. Barely any pressure. Enough to make you feel it but not enough to satisfy anything. "Use your words, baby."

"Touch me. Fuck...please just touch me-"

"I am touching you."

You whined. Literally whined like a brat and he grinned before he pushed two fingers inside you without warning.

"AHHH- shit!" Your hands slammed down on his shoulders and your back arched. His fingers were long and they went deep, curling upward on the first stroke, pressing against that spot like he already knew exactly where it was.

"There she is," he murmured, watching your face twist. "That's what you wanted, huh?"

His fingers pumped in and out. Slow but forceful. Each thrust made a wet, lewd sound that filled the room

Your pussy was squelching, slick, the sight was fucking obscene. You could hear how wet you were and it made your face burn.

"Listen to that shit." He pulled his fingers almost all the way out and pushed them back in. The noise was filthy. "This pussy is soaked. Been thinking about me, haven't you?"

"Y-yes—fuck—yesss—"

"How long?"

You could barely think. His thumb found your clit again, pressing and circling while his fingers worked inside you. Your walls were clenching around him, pulling him deeper. "Long...a long time- mmm-"

"How. Long." Each word punctuated with a curl of his fingers.

"Years—oh shit—fucking years, Kuna—AHHH—"

His free hand slapped your ass again and the combination of the slap, his fingers, and his thumb on your clit, sent a wave through you that made your vision blur. You were riding his hand now, hips rocking, chasing it, not caring how you looked or sounded.

"That's right. Ride daddy's fingers. Just like that." His voice was low, rough, and right in your ear. "Feel how tight this shit is? How am I gonna fit?"

The mention of his size, the implication of what was coming, made you clench so hard around his fingers that he groaned.

"Fuck, baby. You hear yourself right now? This pussy is talking."

She was.

Every stroke of his fingers produced another wet, sloppy sound. Your juices were running down his hand, dripping onto his grey sweats, leaving a dark spot on the fabric. You couldn't even be embarrassed about it. You were too far gone.

He pulled his fingers out and you almost cried at the emptiness. He held them up between your faces, his index and middle finger coated and shiny, strings of wetness connecting them when he spread them apart.

"Open."

You opened your mouth and he slid both fingers onto your tongue. You tasted yourself and sucked his fingers clean while looking directly into his eyes. His chest rose sharply. His dick twitched against your bare pussy and you both felt it, the heat of him against your exposed, swollen lips.

"You're nasty," he said, pulling his fingers from your mouth. But the way he said it wasn't an insult.

"Put it in me." You weren't asking. Your hands went to the waistband of his sweats and started pulling them down. He lifted his hips to help and when his dick sprang free, you felt your throat go dry.

Jesus Christ.

He was big. Not just big, this man was gifted in a way that should be studied. Long, impossibly girthy, with a slight upward curve. The head was dark and swollen, already leaking. Veins ran along the underside and light hair above it. Your hand barely wrapped around it when you gripped the base and he hissed through his teeth.

"Shit—"

"How the fuck is this gonna fit?" You stroked him, your small hand moving up his length, thumb swiping over the tip to spread the pre-cum. He was so warm in your palm. Pulsing too.

You had that effect on him. Just you.

"We're gonna make it fit."

He pulled your panties to the side again and gripped his dick, dragging the tip through your slit. Up and down, coating himself in your wetness, nudging against your clit on every pass. You bit your bottom lip so hard you thought you'd break through.

"Mmm—just put it in—"

"Nah. I told you." He notched the head at your entrance, pushing just barely. Just the tip. Stretching you open around the widest part. "I'm taking my time."

Your mouth fell open in a silent moan. He pushed in another inch and the stretch was, god, it was a lot. Your walls were fighting to accommodate him, clenching and releasing, and you could feel every ridge, every vein, you thought you were gonna cum right then and there.

"Relax for me." His hand came up to cup your face. Thumb stroking your cheek. "Look at me, baby. Right here."

You met his eyes and he pushed in further. Inch by slow inch, filling you so good that it made your toes curl against the couch cushions. Your mouth hung open, small breaths and whimpers falling out of you with every bit he gave you.

"Oh—oh fuck—ohhh my god, Kuna—you're so fucking big—"

"Take it." His voice was strained. The muscle in his jaw was ticking. He was holding back, you could tell, trying not to just slam into you. "You can take it, baby. Almost there."

When he bottomed out, you both went still. You were sitting fully in his lap with every inch of him buried inside you and you felt so full you couldn't breathe. Your walls were stretched impossibly tight around him, fluttering, adjusting. You could feel him in your stomach, or at least it felt like it.

"Fuck," you whimpered. "Fuck fuck fuck."

"Yeah." His forehead dropped against yours. His breath was ragged. "I know."

You sat like that for a moment. Just breathing. Feeling each other. Then you rolled your hips. Tiny, experimental. And the moan that ripped out of you was embarrassing.

"OHHH—daddy—"

"Mmm—shit..." His hands locked on your hips and he guided your movement. Slow rolls, back and forth, his dick dragging against your walls with every motion. The friction was indescribable. You were so wet that each stroke was smooth despite how tight the fit was, and the sound, god, the sound of your pussy taking him was pornographic.

Wet. Sloppy. Loud.

"You hear that?" He gripped your ass and pulled you forward hard, grinding you down on him. "That's all you, baby. This pussy is creaming on me already."

You looked down between your bodies and sure enough a ring of white was forming at the base of his dick, your cream coating him every time you rose up. It was filthy. It was hot.

You started bouncing. Lifting yourself up on your knees and dropping back down, taking him deep every time. The slap of skin was obscene as your ass was hitting his thighs, the wet sucking sound of your pussy gripping him, and the creak of the couch under the force of your movement.

"AH—AH—AHHH—fuck—daddy—mmmm—" Your moans were out of control. You couldn't keep them in. Every downstroke hit something inside you, making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

Sukuna's head fell back against the couch. His abs were tight under his tee, his hands bruising your hips as he helped you bounce. "Ride that shit. Just like that—fuck—this pussy is so goddamn tight-"

He sat up suddenly, wrapping one arm around your waist, and flipped you. Your back hit the couch and he was on top of you, between your legs, still buried inside. The new angle made him sink even deeper and you choked on a moan.

"OHHH—"

He didn't give you time to adjust. He pulled back and drove into you,hard, and your whole body jerked up the couch.

"FUCK!"

"Yeah?" He pulled back and slammed in again. The sound was filthy. "That's what you wanted?"

"Yes—yes—oh my god yes—"

He started fucking you.

No other word for it. Deep, rough strokes that had the couch rocking, had your tits bouncing, had your hair splayed across the cushion while you grabbed at anything you could. You grabbed his arms, his shirt, even the couch itself.

His hand came up to your throat again. This time he squeezed. Just enough to make everything sharper. You could feel every inch of pleasure. You felt the fullness of his dick and the sound of his hips snapping against yours.

"Look at me," he growled. "Don't close them eyes."

You forced them open. His face was right above yours, sweat beading at his temples, and the look in his eyes was feral. There was no other word. He was watching your face crumble with every thrust and getting off on it.

Every tear.

Every moan.

Every flutter of your eyelashes.

"You look so pretty taking this dick." He thrust harder and you screamed. Literally screamed. "Let the whole building hear you. Who this pussy belong to?

"AHHH—DADDY—OH MY GOD—YOU KUNA!"

He slapped your thigh. Hard. Then grabbed behind your knee and pushed your leg up toward your chest, folding you, opening you wider. The angle changed and suddenly he was hitting your g-spot on every single stroke and you lost it.

"I'm—I'm gonna—KUNA—I'm gonna cum—"

"Cum on this dick." He didn't slow down. If anything he went harder, the sound of skin slapping filling the entire apartment. His thumb found your clit and rubbed frantic circles. "Give it to me."

It hit you like a freight train. Your whole body locked up, your back arched off the couch, thighs shaking, walls clamping down on him so hard he grunted through his teeth. You came with a scream that didn't even sound like you, your pussy pulsing and gushing around him, making the wettest, sloppiest sounds as he kept pumping through your orgasm.

"Ohhh fuuuuck—that's it—fuck—" He was close. You could feel it in the way his strokes got sloppy, the way his rhythm faltered. His face dropped into your neck and his hips slammed into you three more times, before he buried himself deep and came with a groan that vibrated through your entire body.

"Fuuuck—" The word dragged out of him, broken and raw.

You both lay there. Heaving. Drenched in sweat. The TV was still on. The music was still playing. The kitchen light still glowed warm and golden.

Sukuna's body was draped over yours, his face in your neck, his breath hot against your skin. His arms were on either side of your head. Your legs were still wrapped around him and he was still inside you, softening now but neither of you moved to separate.

Your hand came up and ran along the back of his neck. His skin was damp. He made a small sound, content, almost, and nuzzled deeper into your throat.

"Kuna," you whispered.

"Mm."

"That blunt is still burning on the tray."

A beat of silence. Then he laughed. He lifted his head just enough to look over at the coffee table, where the blunt he'd set down earlier had indeed burned down to a nub, ash scattered across the wooden tray.

"Shit." He looked back at you. His eyes were soft. Sleepy. That usual sharpness gone, replaced by something you'd never seen on him before. Devotion. "That's your fault."

"How is that my fault?"

"You put your foot on my leg."

You grinned. "And you grabbed my ankle."

He kissed your forehead. Then your nose. Then your lips, lazy, slow, tasting like weed and you.

"Roll another one?" you murmured against his mouth.

"Give me five minutes." He dropped his head back into your neck. "I can't feel my legs."

You laughed, wrapping your arms around his broad back, your nails tracing light lines over his tattoos through his tee. The music played on as you lifted your head to ask a question. "So what are we now, Kuna?" The light from the kitchen cast long, golden shadows across the living room floor as he closed his eyes, sighing. "Together. Problem?"

"Not at all."

And somewhere in the back of your mind, you realized that six years of pretending had just come crashing to an end on this man's couch.