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There wasn’t much that scared you. Being a jujutsu sorcerer meant that you faced death more than most, racing head first into danger instead of away from it. People around you died all the time and through the years, you and the other surviving sorcerers had grown accustomed to burying friends. It was hard to stay as positive as Gojo. He could see everything all the time if he chooses to, of course it would be easy to find the bright side of almost any situation with a power like that. The six eyes was really no joke. So when news of Sukuna breaking free of Itadori’s control with the last finger and going rogue, you were really just waiting for your turn to die. He’d show up eventually, and you’d fight him until he killed you. It was what was expected of you anyways.

There was a tiny voice in the back of your head that sounded suspiciously like Geto. It whispered about what life could be like if she just ran and hid away, or sometimes even what it would be like to join Geto and the curses. Carefully, you pushed them away and did your job without complaint. New curses were cropping up left and right every day and they certainly wouldn’t kill themselves. Their remaining forces were spread thin as it was, they couldn’t afford to lose you too. The conflicting energy within you grew, swirling around like a violent storm so loud you were worried someone else might sense it. You just hadn’t guessed right on who it would be.

Walking back from a long day with Gojo, the sun was setting and set the sky ablaze in pinks and reds. The sidewalk was busy, filled with people trying to get home. A salaryman shouldered you in his haste and you found yourself thinking of how easy it would be to stab him. Not enough to kill, just enough to injure. You awkwardly shook the thought from your head but someone had been watching from the rooftops. He skipped along the tops of buildings, following you home like a predator stalking it’s prey. Watching lazily, he waited for you to unlock your apartment door and close it behind you before dropping down onto your balcony. It didn’t matter if it had been locked or not, this was no ordinary man.

You turned after locking your front door and your blood ran cold. Towering over you was Sukuna himself, all hulking muscle and tattoos and arms and he was in your apartment. He looked just like the photos Gojo had shown everyone but much more intimidating in person. Nearing eight feet tall, he stared down at you with four eyes and a smirk playing on his lips. The most striking thought you had was that he was handsome. Itadori had been a strange kid at the best of times but he certainly never made you feel fear like this. Sukuna commanded the room and demanded your attention, all with a casual humour that reminded you of Gojo. Two of his large hands were spread across his hips as he took you in.

“Well well,” he tutted. “I didn’t know there were pretty jujustu sorcerers.”

“Didn’t you hear?” somehow you managed to quip back at the most powerful demon you’ve ever seen. “Gojo won the beauty pageant for the fourth year in a row.”

“And she bites back,” his hum seemed pleased but it was hard to tell over the sound of your heartbeat in your ears. “You know, I could hear your traitorous thoughts from blocks away.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” you shrug despite the fact that you know you can’t lie to him. “You going to fight me or what?”

“You want to leave the sorcerers too, don’t you?” Sukuna stepped closer to you. “Why haven’t you?”

“No one’s given me a good enough reason,” you laugh and turn your back to him to go into your small kitchen. “I didn’t know the King of Curses would talk so much.”

“What can I say? I like to play with my food,” he chuckled and followed you, making sure there was nothing in the path between you. “And I’d be lying if I said you wouldn’t be more useful dead. If you cooperate, now that’s a different story.”

“What evil bidding would you have me do?” You practically snort, almost entertaining the idea. “Kill all my friends and family? Sneak you into jujutsu high? Suck your dick?”

“Ideally all three of those things,” he wasn’t kidding. “Do you need convincing?”

You stood there in your kitchen and thought about it for a moment. A giant, evil demon was standing behind you and offering you more power than you could ever imagine; likely in exchange for your soul and undying servitude. If you were being honest with yourself, he didn’t seem that horrifying so close up. Hell, he hadn’t even broken your back door when he snuck in. He was entertaining you, dangerously enchanting even when you couldn’t see him. Part of your brain screamed that he would likely kill you anyway, that he was saying anything to get your cooperation although he didn’t need it. So why was he waiting? You turn back to him again and decide to challenge the demon.

“Convince me to join you?” you walked up until your chest was brushing his abs. “No, convince me that what you have is better than this. Then you can have me.”

“Oh so you’re making this easy on me?” his grin widened as two of his hands grabbed your ass and lifted. The other two went around your back to keep you safely upright. “Might as well put my collar on you already. Maybe if you’re good, I’ll keep you all for myself.”

“Those are some bold words, even for you,” you threw back at him, even through the dizzy haze that was taking over your brain. It had to be from looking in his eyes so close. You were surprised at how unbothered you were by the inhuman fact that he had four eyes and could summon more across his body. As his hands kneaded at the meat of your ass, your thoughts turned to what he was going to do to you.

“You know, it’s rare that someone talks back to me,” he seemed amused. “Consider this your reward.”

One of his many hands tore the panties from your body and another manifested a mouth. Sukuna watched, pleased, as your eyes closed from the contact of one of his tongues against your pussy. He toyed with you, licking and sucking and prodding your entrance with the tip. There wasn’t much you could do to keep from moaning in his arms as he tongue fucked you in your own kitchen. Your hips betrayed you, moving to try and get more of him. Cold metal touched your back, dulled by the fact that he hadn’t removed your uniform so your shirt stopped the chill of the fridge you were being pressed against. With two hands free, one began toying with your nipple and the other sunk two fingers into your mouth. Obediently, you sucked on them.

He watched as your tongue swirled around his fingers, grinning at how easily you’d let him in. You had been desperately searching for any reason to leave, any good one. If a good fuck was all that it took, he would put you to the test. He pulled his fingers from your mouth and plunged them straight into your cunt alongside the tongue he was already fucking you with. Half of the demon had been expecting a cry in pain but you only moaned loudly at the stretch. Your nails dug into the flesh of one of his wrists but you were no match for him anyways. Sukuna watched your face as he added another finger, pleased when you didn’t protest. His teeth sunk into the side of your neck and your hands moved to scratch at his back. Pulling away, he looked you in the eyes and commanded you with one word. “Come.”

Filled with three fingers and a tongue, the orgasm that washed through you was toe curling. All of your nerves felt white hot where Sukuna touched you and he kept fingering you through it at a brutal pace. His tongue moved out to assault your clit and he watched as your eyes rolled. Carefully, he shifted so you were leaning against his chest and began walking through your apartment. Even in your post-orgasm daze, you caught yourself thinking about how the last thing you had expected was for the King of Curses to be gently carrying you around, knuckle deep in your cunt. The thought made you giggle until your uniform was finally shredded off of you. Sukuna kept walking, finding your bedroom and finally pulling his appendages out of you to throw you on the bed.

“What was that you said earlier about sucking my dick?” he teased, shoving down his own pants as he hungrily looked down at your naked body. “Because I have news for you.”

The bastard had two cocks, both hanging swollen and waiting. The show you’d put on in the kitchen had certainly been appreciated. Greedily, you scrambled to get on your knees and suck down as much of him as you could while your hands stroked the other. Your enthusiasm surprised him. A pleased groan escaped Sukuna and one of his large hands moved to the back of your head. Even more surprising was that he didn’t push too far down your throat, like he was lazily enjoying himself. The mood changed again when you were shoved backwards and your legs were pulled apart. Clearly the demon was done playing.

“Tell me what you want,” he demanded, rubbing one of his cocks along your lips. A hand slapped your ass cheek when you didn’t answer fast enough.

“Please fuck me,” your voice was half moan as he spanked you again. “Please!”

“I didn’t even have to tell you to beg,” he pressed the tip of one against you. “I’m definitely going to have to keep you, then I can fuck you forever. Would you like that?”

“Yes,” you nod desperately. “Please give me your cock Sukuna.”

“Dangerous woman,” he growled, his cocks hardening at your pleas. “I did say I’d give you what you want though.”

Your mouth fell open as he sunk into you. Your pussy stretched farther than you thought possible to accommodate him but soon it was comfortable. As he began moving, the demon set an agonisingly slow pace. The massive cock bullied it’s way into you until Sukuna could pull you down all the way to the base, a feat not many had accomplished. The moan that fell from his lips was as sinful as the man himself, enjoying the tight heat of your cunt around him. More full than you had ever been before, you were already on the brink of another orgasm. The last straw to send you over the edge was one of his thumbs pressing into your asshole. All the stimulation had you squeezing down on the man inside you, trying to milk him for all he was worth.

You’d caught him off guard enough that precum was dribbling out of both his dicks. The head outside of you was smearing it onto your sheets while the other was trying to stuff it past your cervix. As you came, your body moved on it’s own and ended up fucking yourself onto his thumb more. The distraction passed and Sukuna began fucking you in earnest. Another mouth appeared on the hand near your asshole and wriggled it’s way in alongside the thumb stretching you out. Caught up in how good he was making you feel, you realised you’d do just about anything to have one of his cocks in each hole. It would certainly be a pleasurable way to die; he’d absolutely rip you in half, you thought.

“Gorgeous little whore,” he commented, fucking into you harder to hear you scream. “You make taking my cock look easy.”

“It’s so-,” he knocked the wind out of you with his thrusts, making you gasp for air instead.

“You should look down and see what it’s doing to you,” Sukuna grinned and pressed down on your stomach roughly.

You yelped as he pressed down on his own dick through your body. When he moved his hand, you could see your stomach growing and deflating with each thrust. You wondered what it would look like when both of your holes were full of him. Desperately, you tried to reach back and add your own fingers to your asshole only to be stopped by another one of the demon’s many hands. Now that he wasn’t holding you up, he could use all four to pleasure you instead. He grabbed both of your wrists and held them to the bed, using his final free hand to give you what you wanted. His thrusts grew sloppy as he focused on stretching out your asshole. You could feel another orgasm building and desperately, you decided to beg him again.

“Put it in,” your words got his attention. “Fill me Sukuna.”

“It’s like you were made for me,” He groaned, pushing the tip of his second dick into your ass. “Just a perfect fit.”

He couldn’t tear his eyes away from here both of his cocks were disappearing into you, where your holes hungrily accepted him. Pinned to the bed and unable to move, all you could do was moan and drool as the demon had his way with you. In that moment, you wanted to be nothing but his fucktoy forever. Massive, girthy appendages were fucking you to another orgasm quickly and you decided to really push your luck. If he was going to kill you, there wasn’t anything you could do to stop it after a fuck like this. You’d rather die anyways, knowing no other living being could do this to you like Sukuna could. You wanted one last thing, the least you could do was ask.

“Fill me with your cum,” your voice was hoarse but he heard you. “Sukuna, please cum inside me. I need it.”

“Fuck,” he actually swore, fucking you at a new, brutal pace.

Sukuna chasing his own pleasure was something else. It was like getting railed by a machine, ruthless and unrelenting in his thrusts as he tried to bury himself in your stomach. The power that he slammed into you with as he spilled inside you beat the air out of your lungs and he was the only thing you knew. He filled every one of your senses as he hovered above you on his elbows, his hair falling into your face. Again, he looked handsome and you couldn’t help lifting a hand to his face. His eyes cracked open to look at you before sliding himself out of both of your holes.

“Was that convincing enough?” he teased, using his fingers to shove his cum back into you when it tried to leak out.

“I’m all yours,” you gazed up at him as he toyed with your shaking cunt.

“Then you’re going to give me one more before you’re done tonight,” Sukuna lowered his face to your entrance.

There wasn’t much difference between his actual mouth and the ones that he conjured across his body but the view made you unendingly horny. His head between your legs, two of his hands roaming your body. A third went up to your neck, squeezing lightly. The last hand he had went back to fingering your now-gaping asshole. He managed to fit four fingers into you and only sucked harder on your clit as you whined. The cum he’d dumped into you coated his hand and before you knew it, he was trying to press his whole fist in. It popped past the ring of muscle and you yelped again but you were silenced by Sukuna’s lips on yours. Your first kiss with the demon was surprisingly gentle, he only nipped at your bottom lip. One of his hands dipped into your pussy and picked up at lightning speed to get you over the edge again.

“Come for me,” Sukuna whispered in your ear.

You had no choice but to let go. For the first time ever, you squirted all over his hands and abdomen, making a mess of both of you and the bed. The scream that ripped through you was visceral, all of your muscles tensing and shaking with the force of your orgasm. You never wanted to fuck another man ever again, you were ready to give everything just to stay with the King of Curses and if you’d had the voice left, you would’ve told him that. Instead he just slipped his hand and fingers out of you, satisfied with himself. He sat beside you and let you lay across his lap as he spoke, “So you are all mine, huh.”

“You should’ve led with the fact that you have two cocks,” you mumble into his abs. “That’s really a selling point.”