Ryll🌸🍒

Yuji was the one who suggested saving, to console your protests and to hint at more promises for the future. That had been enough to silence your protests as ultimately you would have agreed to live in a closet if it meant you could be together and not separated by dorms at Jujutsu Tech.

Yuji could be a little clueless at times, sure, but your boyfriend does always try his best to make you happy.

Honestly, the two of you rarely have any disagreements even though you are a stubborn brat most of the time. His easy going nature takes your faults in stride. Yeah he can be clueless but once he does know what you want he meets your needs without complaint. 

In fact, Yuji is always doing sweet things for you— waking up a bit earlier so you could drink your coffee (that he always burns) in bed. He will shower you with soft kisses to coax you awake with a wide grin and a whispered ‘good morning’ that makes you feel warm just remembering it.

You really can't ask for a better boyfriend.

You are happy with Yuji.

You love him and are very happy with Yuji. 

Sigh.

So then ms. ma'am, if you are 'so happy', why exactly is your mind torturing you with thoughts of the cursed object inside your boyfriend taking control of his body and fucking you dumb into the mattress?  

Chewing your lip in nervous anticipation, the truth is that your mind wouldn’t allow you to sleep because it was filled with Sukuna, The King of Curses, and every jujutsu sorcerer’s sworn enemy. 

Sukuna is your enemy.

How could you let it come to this? 

The guilt you feel is insurmountable, yet it’s not like you had asked for this to start happening.

That said, you made no real attempts to stop Sukuna thus far from showing up to fuck you silly before disappearing again like a thief in the night. 

Rode hard and put away wet, Sukuna would use you on his whims and it had been happening more frequently ever since the day you and Yuji moved-in together—the night of your housewarming party.

Ironically enough, you didn't even want a damned housewarming.

You thought it was impractical and honestly a bit embarrassing to throw a housewarming for such a small flat. Everyone would be on top of each other all night.

But Gojo had insisted. Promising to supply the drinks and food which automatically had Yuji on board, so you just gave in. Seeing Yuji happy, and hearing Gojo was buying the two of you a new washer-dryer combo, you got on board.

The housewarming itself went well enough, albeit the cramped space, until the six eyed sorcerer had suggested a ‘friendly’ drinking game. All which would have been fine if Gojo hadn’t brought over what he called Reggae Punch.

However, it wasn’t the standard recipe of peach liqueur and oolong tea you could find in any Tokyo bar. The dark orange drink Gojo concocted was a heavy mixture of actual punch and different liquors that you couldn’t identify until you were already 2 cups in.

The son of a bitch.

That wasn't Raggae Punch—it was fucking Jungle Juice.

You were already faded as hell by the time the game started so you eliminated yourself early on purpose. 

Yuji, who was a good boy and never even took a sip of alcohol until he was legal enough earlier this year, actually thought he stood a chance at winning against his seniors. Foolishly, he joined-in with earnestness.

Rolling your eyes at the memory, the night ended as expected—with Yuji was beyond shitfaced and you of course left to take care of him. 

Yuji's head hung low, barely resting on the edge of the chabudai by the time Nanami—clear winner of the night—managed to drag an even drunker Gojo out of your apartment. Gojo was still singing loudly, slurring through songs on the expensive digital karaoke machine he'd gifted you both earlier (yeah, no new washer/drier set for you).

Maki and Yuta, sensible enough to stop drinking early like you, had already left. Nobara, Inumaki and Megumi, all pretty lit themselves, had the near impossible task of dragging Panda home which you did not envy. 

With everyone gone, getting Yuji into bed proved far easier than expected.

You left ibuprofen and a bottle of Pedialyte on the nightstand, along with a small bin beside the bed in case he woke up nauseous. Truthfully, you really didn’t mind taking care of your boyfriend.

Yuji always takes such good care of you.

But...you just wished it hadn’t been this night.

The night you realized that mixing that much alcohol in those quantities sent the heat straight to your pussy.  

Pleasing yourself usually wasn’t an issue.

But after you dragged a second, still-unsatisfying orgasm from your body, that’s when Sukuna appeared without warning—his low chuckle curling through the room at your failed attempts.

Admittedly, you were terrified at first.

You and Yuji had been together for two years, but Sukuna rarely surfaced and he had never addressed you directly before, preferring to ignore you all together. It was dangerously easy to forget that the most powerful curse in existence lived rent-free inside your boyfriend’s soul.

Nevertheless, you were desperate for real relief.

Lust clouded your thoughts, thick and heavy and it didn’t take much coaxing at all before your legs parted, pliant and willing, like warm jelly for The Curse King.

And Sukuna did not disappoint. 

His sharp tongue poured filth into your ears—degrading praises that sent electricity racing through your veins, crackling down to your core, where the even sharper thrusts of his hips corrupted you from the inside out.

Your senses shattered. You came hard, messy and mindless—soaking Sukuna, yourself, and the sheets beneath you.

And that was only round one.

Sukuna, of course, had near-limitless stamina.

The next morning, achy and sore, you could barely look Yuji in the eye.

You were preparing to beg for his forgiveness but you quickly realized Yuji only remembered bits of the party and nothing of what happened after. 

In fact, it made you feel even more terrible that Yuji apologized to you.

Yuji was upset with himself for being so rough with you when he noticed the bites, bruises and marks that decorated your body thinking you both actually had sex the previous night. 

Yuji gave you the perfect out and thinking it would never happen again you let him believe it was him...well, in some essence it was still his body in a way.

Urgh, you are the worst. 

Realistically, if you confessed to Yuji in that moment, he likely would have forgiven you then without question. 

It’s not like you alone could stop Sukuna from doing anything he wanted to you while Yuji was unaware.

You were a semi-grade 1 sorcerer, strong enough for most curses, but you would be kidding yourself to think you could take on Sukuna in a fight—hell you couldn't even take Yuji. 

In fact, wouldn’t the issue of Sukuna being able to take over Yuji’s body freely while he was unconscious be a much more pressing concern rather than how many times the curse king had made you squirt? 

Yet in spite of the danger, the logic and your better judgment, you were too ashamed to tell Yuji what really happened. 

That was because subconsciously a part of you knew you would have to admit that you did enjoy it and you wanted it to happen again.

And it did. 

Many more times after.

Except for tonight. 

Sukuna had yet to make his appearance tonight. 

In fact, he hadn’t shown up in the last 5 nights in a row—the longest you had gone without his cock since he started toying with you. 

You recall snapping at him after his last visit—right around the time his insults shifted from targeting you to dragging Yuji, mocking his inability to satisfy you. Your guilt had you snapping, telling Sukuna to fuck off and never to come near you again. You even threatened to tell Yuji if he did.

Honestly, you hadn’t expected the threat to matter.

It never had before.

And as much as you wanted to feel relieved—maybe Sukuna had finally grown tired of dealing with "Yuji’s bratty little pillow princess," as he so often called you while he was buried deep inside your sloppy cunt—you weren’t relieved at all.

You were annoyed.

He hadn’t listened the first time.

Or the second. Or the third.

So why now?

Why when your pussy has become so well trained its started to ache for that stretch—the delicious, punishing burn of your walls tearing that only Sukuna could bestow on you?

You shiver, thinking of Sukuna’s heavy grip sinking into the fat of your hips—his claws always just shy of puncturing your skin.

He loved to remind you how easily he could tear you apart if he wanted to, growling it against your ear while pounding into you from behind, each clap of his hips shaking the breath from your lungs.

Nearly salivating at the memory, you snap your head up—too eagerly—when you felt Yuji stir beneath you, heart jumping at the thought it might be him.

But it wasn’t.

And the disappointment hit harder than it should have.

But it wasn’t until Sukuna corrupted you that you realized: you didn’t want to be treated like some fragile, precious thing.

You want to be handled.

You want to be ruined.

You want to be called names—dirty, brutal, humiliating ones—because that’s exactly the kind of filthy, cheating whore you were proving yourself to be.

But Yuji?

Yuji is too kind. Too big of a softy. He’d never fuck you the way you needed—yet you couldn't deny you were still in love with him.

You squeeze your eyes shut like that might somehow block the thoughts out—but you knew the truth.

You can't sleep because you were horny for Sukuna.

The heat in your belly keeps climbing steadily, making sleep a distant, impossible hope. Your clit throbs, swollen and aching while your pussy flutters helplessly, clenching around nothing.

The motion forces out a slow trickle of Yuji’s cum from earlier, warm and wet as it slides down your thighs and you catch yourself wishing it was Sukuna's instead and in that moment your resolve breaks.

Yuji was just an appetizer.

But you are still starving—for the main course.

Sukuna.

Swallowing hard, deep down, you already know you’d already resigned yourself to whatever the hell Sukuna dragged you into.

You nuzzle deeper into Yuji’s chest, your fingers drifting lazily across the ridges of his lower abs beneath the blanket. Your voice is barely a whisper against his skin.

“Yo… um… hey… Hey, Sukuna... c-can you hear me?”

Silence.

You try again. Still nothing.

You huff, your patience thinning.

“Dammit, Sukuna,” you whisper, harsher this time, voice rising with irritation.

You wait but the only answer is the slow, steady rise and fall of Yuji’s chest beneath your cheek.

Your jaw tightens, seeing red.

This lame-ass motherfucker. 

So that’s it?

After everything—after wrecking you, haunting you, owning you—he’s just... done?

You slowly lift your head from Yuji’s chest, narrowing your eyes at your boyfriend as if you could scowl straight past him and into Sukuna’s smug, hidden soul beneath.

Muttering under your breath, you shuffle across the bed toward the nightstand.

“Fuckin' headass Lord King of body-snatching curses... got more dick in his personality than he does in his pants,” you grumble, dragging the drawer open with quiet venom.

Turning on the small bed lamp, you dig deep into the drawers to pull out a toy you saved for nights you were particularly hard up and Yuji was out on a mission. 

Sukuna may have been ignoring you but you could no longer ignore the throbbing screaming at you between your legs. 

Maybe if you rubbed one out, you could calm down. Just enough to stop feeling so pissed off.

You needed something, shit anything, to take the edge off before you did something truly insane, like knocking the Mario coins out of your sweet, unsuspecting boyfriend out of sheer frustration with the curse inside him.

Yuji doesn't deserve that.

Just like he doesn't deserve any of this. Not the monster squatting in his soul—and certainly not a girlfriend who'd spread her legs so easily for a cocky smirk and a thick tattooed cock.

Settling onto the bed beside Yuji, you switched the vibrator on to its lowest setting—quiet enough not to disturb him.

Slowly, you drag it across your skin, savoring the soft buzz as you trace a path down past your heaving chest, across your belly, and lower still.

Your lip catches between your teeth as the toy barely ghosts over your clit—

When before you can even scream, a hand snaps around your wrist.

Another one rips the vibrator from your grip and flings it across the room with enough force for it to shatter against the wall.

“You really are a bratty fucking whore, you know that?”

The voice was unmistakable—Sukuna.

How could it not be?

Deeper than Yuji’s, richer, more decadent. Every word curls around you, teasing and scolding all at once, the bass of his voice making your clit throb in time with each slow, deliberate syllable.

“As your King, I don’t recall giving you permission to touch that nasty lil cunt, bitch.” 

You bristle in protest, trying to pull away, but Sukuna's grip on you doesn't budge. His fingers burn against your wrist—just his touch alone was enough to ignite you, the heat spreading fast, licking over your skin and threatening to consume you whole.

Exceeding the levels of any sexual frustration you ever knew in your life, his further denial to let you touch yourself threatens to spill the tears gathering in the corner of your eyes. 

“I don’t recall asking you, my lord,” you snap back, biting words a reflex for a brat like you. “I’d ask you if you knew you were a trifling asshole, but we—”

You didn’t get to finish.

In a blink, Sukuna is on top of you.

His tattooed hands seize both your wrists and pins them above your head, his body locking you in beneath him. The air shifts—charged, heavy, dangerous as his snarl scorches your cheek.

The red glow of Sukuna's four eyes sear into yours as they go wide with alarm. Your mouth dries instantly, heart pounding with the reality of who you just decides to sass finally sinking in.

And that maybe, just maybe, you'd fucked around a little too far… and were about to find out.

Sukuna, on the other hand, seems to delight in your panic.

“‘Eh? Triflin?” he says, mockingly, twisting your tone and slang into something cruel. “Me? Not the filthy slut begging me to use her boyfriend’s body to dick her down while he’s asleep? And then throwing a tantrum when I don’t?”

Fuck. So he had heard you earlier.

“You think a bratty bitch like you can summon me on a whim—and speak to me casually?” Sukuna's tenor is darker now as he hovers over you, “I’ve killed for far less.”

Sukuna is closer now. Too close. Yet aside from the bruising grip on your wrists, he still hasn't touched you.

But he doesn't need to.

The heat rolling off him, the sheer weight of his cursed energy, pressing into you from all sides making your nerves sing in horror for your impending doom—your body reacts all the same.

Fear and arousal tangles together into something volatile, something dangerous, churning in your gut like it might split you open from the inside if Sukuna didn’t do it first.

Your lip trembles as you shift restlessly beneath him.

Despite your best efforts, you are completely at his mercy once again.

“And Yuji?” Sukuna's words are like daggers into your heart as his breath brushes your lips.

Shakily, you exhale—only now realizing you’d even been holding it.

“You’re still this needy after he already gave you cock tonight? Tsk, tsk. You really are a brazen, greedy lil' whore, hm?”

He wasn’t wrong.

Not about you being a whore at least. That much, you couldn’t deny—not now, not like this.

But he is wrong to imply this was the same as being with Yuji.

Because when Sukuna takes over, Yuji’s face is where the similarities end. Sukuna is taller, more muscular and thicker in every way—his cock not excluded from that either.

The black markings stretch taut over the expanse of Sukuna's entire body, binding tight over powerful muscle and making him look infinitely more dangerous than Yuji ever could.

Even Sukuna's scent was different—darker, heavier. Almost as threatening as his presence and intoxicatingly masculine.

A pure predator.  

Pouting, you know fighting Sukuna is pointless, like playing a losing game.

Still, part of you is pissed. He’d ignored you all night. Leaving you writhing in your own heat like you were nothing likely laughing at you all the while.

But now?

Now he's here.

And you are so close to getting what you need.

If it meant surrendering the last scraps of your dignity to finally get it?

So be it.

There wasn’t much left to protect anyway.

So you surrender completely—like the needy little bitch in heat that you are—appealing to Sukuna's ego.

“If you know I’m a whore,” you whispered, breath shaky, “then fuck me like one already, Sukuna. My King… please? Pretty please? I-I need you. Make me cum, pleaseeeee…”

Your voice is all sugar-dipped desperation, each saccharine plea spilling from your lips like a twisted prayer.

And you hated it.

You hated humbling yourself like this.

Your cracks begin to show as tears of frustration finally spill from your eyes, sliding hot and silent down your cheeks.

Still, you blinked through them, locking eyes with him. Needing him to see just how much you want him—to see the desperation that called to him from every fiber of your being.

Of course, Sukuna sees it loud and clear.

The raw, aching desperation radiates from every inch of your trembling body—and it only makes the devious smirk across his face stretch wider.

Releasing your wrists, Sukuna's hand is around your throat faster than you can blink. His thick fingers curl tightly around your neck, squeezing just enough to make your head swim as he leans down to lick up a trail of your tears.

“Tch. Even when you’re desperate and begging,” he murmurs, voice a low rasp against your skin, “you still can’t help but be an insolent lil' brat.”

Sukuna's breath ghosting over your ear makes you gush, especially as his tongue slides into your canal, slow and deliberate before retracting to scrape his teeth over your lobe.

And then—finally—the full weight of Sukuna’s naked body sinks onto yours, heat and muscle pressing you down into the mattress.

You moan at the blissful maddening contact, feeling the thick length of his cock twitch against your belly, heavy and hot.

His mouth trails lower, lips dragging down your neck, leaving behind a constellation of angry red marks—evidence you’ll be scrambling to hide come morning.

Arching into him instinctively, you grind against him, savoring every ounce of friction as waves of heat roll through your body.

But just as quickly as he gives you what you want—

He pulls away. “You should know by now, Y/N…

You gasp, your body jerking at the loss.

“—disobedient sluts get punished.”

Before the chill of his words can even settle, your world flips. Sukuna moves you effortlessly, draping you across his thick thighs at the edge of the bed.

The exact situation you are in not clicking until a loud smack reverberates in your ears and white hot pain blossoms across your left asscheck.

Smack. 

You’re ready for the second, but it still forces a hiss from your teeth as the impact jolts through you, deeper than it should.

Smack. 

By the third, a broken moan slips from your mouth before you can stop it.

Sukuna keeps going, unrelenting. Each strike leaves you more breathless than the last. Your body easily turning pliant and shaky over his lap.

Your tongue lolls as you pant, dazed from the relentless rhythm of his strikes.

Smack. 

On the fourth, you grab his thigh for leverage and push yourself back toward his hand without thinking. The movement sends a jolt through your core that makes your body shudder.

“S‑Sukuna!”

His name tears out of you as the next strike lands directly on your pussy.

Already drenched from your arousal and earlier romp with Yuji, the squelching sound your slit makes is absolutely vulgar. The sounds turn you on more than you can bear at the moment and you could tell from laying across his lap, it’s having a similar effect on Sukuna as well. 

You can feel how much he’s enjoying this from the way he holds you in place. And the need for him to finally take you is unbearable.

“FuckMeFuckMeFuckMePLEASEEE!” your words slur, jumbles as you writhed against the bulge thickening beneath you.

“Fuck you, slut?” Sukuna drawls, mocking your desperation with a wicked grin.

Another soggy smack rings out from your pussy. 

Your eyes roll back as your teeth sink into your lower lip—hard enough to draw blood, not that you’d even notice.

“Not when you address me so casually...”

Smack.

“...and certainly not when you still have that other brat’s spunk in your cunt, slut. It’s fucking disrespectful to me.” 

Smack. 

Smack. 

SMACK. 

Each strike to your swollen clit knocks the breath from your lungs, your face flushing with raw, burning shame.

“Hn… we’ll have to fix that, won’t we, Brat?”

And with that Sukuna plunges three thick fingers into your messy cunt, pulling a sharp cry from your throat as your body jerks in surprise.

His fingers gliding-in effortlessly thanks to how pathetically wet you are, pumping into you with a punishing rhythm.

Your cries and whines far on deaf ears, Sukuna already knows how much you fucking love his fingers. They reach deeper than your own fingers ever could—faster, rougher, more reckless than Yuji has ever dared to be.

True to his word, Sukuna fucks every last trace of Yuji’s cum out of you, pulling it from your body like he’s reclaiming what’s his while you come undone, unraveling completely across his lap.

“Did I not make it clear last time,” Sukuna growls low in your ear, “who this sloppy hole belongs to?”

You can't even process the question—mind blank, body twitching, mouth open and silent, utterly ruined.

Your breathy moans and the ASMR from his fingers tearing through your cunt as your walls sucked him in were thrumming in your ears and drowning out everything else.

Vision spotty, you're closer to attaining release with every rough scrape of his fingers. The tension in you pulling taunt like a rope as Sukuna abuses the little bundle of nerves inside you. 

Toes curling, your entire body strains for release.

Almost there. 

“Ah—s‑so clo—” you manage to gasp, your mind focused on nothing but coming.

And then—he stops.

Sukuna’s fingers go still inside you, an evil laugh barking from him.

“I fucking hate repeating myself, brat. If the little whore can’t focus enough to answer me properly while I finger fuck her, I’ll simply have to stop.”

The sudden loss burns and you want to sob, the need to cum swallowing every rational thought in your head.

Any attempt you make to push your hips back and fuck yourself on his fingers are thwarted by Sukuna’s free arm locking you in place.

He has you exactly where he wants you.

“N-No! P-PleasePlease! My pus-syy i-it’s yourssss, Suk- Lord Sukuna!” you corrected yourself, desperately wanting him to continue.

“Hm?” Sukuna one is skeptical, testing. He doesn't think you fully understood just yet who owns you. 

“Sure about that, bitch? You gonna let anyone else cum in this pussy again?”

You shake your head vigorously, tears splashing onto his thigh.

“N‑no,” you sniffle out.

“What was that, slut? Speak up.”

Sukuna's voice is harsh—but his fingers begin moving again. Slowly, in agonizing circles that make your back arch.

It's maddening.

“I won't! I-I won’t let Yuji come in your pussy again, so please… PLEASE let me cum!”

The words spill out without thought. You’d say anything right now for release.

And Sukuna knows it, a real bastard for actually making you say it though.

Sukuna pauses—and suddenly laughs.

It almost sounds like it’s meant for someone else, but you can’t think long enough to question it before his fingers press deeper, harder than before.

Your eyes roll back again as pleasure wipes your mind clean.

His thumb joins in, grazing lower, teasing a place no one has ever touched before.

“Oh—o‑oh god—” you sob, eyes squeezing shut.

The prodding of his thumb into the rim of your ass while he finger banged your cunt was too intense. 

Not even Yuji had touched you there before. 

The feeling was foreign but you were too overstimulated at this point, you couldn’t process anything from it but pleasure.

“Yesyesyesyes!” you sigh out like a mantra.

Sukuna could feel your walls clamping down on his fingers, letting him know you were close.

“Shit- That's it." Sukuna murmurs with dark amusement. "Cream on my fingers, slutty brat.”

As if your body actually needed his permission, those words are what finally breaks the dam inside of you. 

You cum with a loud moan as your body convulsed with pleasure, the first taste of the sweet release you’d been yearning for all night. Babbling nonsensically as you repeated Sukuna’s name over and over, dissolving into pure noise.

Your tears, drool and squirt continue to dribble out of you as they drenched his thighs from both ends. But Sukuna’s fingers don't stop, they continue to bully into you not slowing until you completely rode out your orgasm.

Your chest heaves constricted against his lap and your legs are still trembling but you know he is far from finished with you. 

His fingers slide out of your weeping pussy with a slimy pop. 

“On your knees, slut.” 

Sukuna’s gruff command booms and you move quickly, not daring to test his patience this time. You could feel welts on your ass begin to form the spanking you received, your legs jelly as you slide onto the floor, careful of putting too much pressure on your bruised bottom. 

Once you steady yourself, you look up.

Sukuna is now manspread, legs reclining wide on you and Yuji's shared bed like it was his throne. Reclining the view he offers you is delicious, his tatted, hard cock, catching your eye like a beacon.

Your lips part as your gaze drops to him. The flushed tip of his cock bobs slightly with each slow breath he takes, a bead of precum trailing down and streaking across his stomach.

Nevertheless, you couldn’t help but hesitate as him finally letting you cum had cleared a bit of the fog in your brain.

You know what he expects now. You’ve just… never done it for him before.

Sukuna’s size is intimidating enough to make you nervous but you really didn’t know how to react right now as you weren’t used to this much foreplay with him. On his previous visits Sukuna would show up, fuck you into a stupor and leave. You didn’t even think he had even teased you as much as he had tonight. 

Tonight feels different.

You’re not sure why—but the thought sparks something defiant inside you. A small, reckless flicker of the brat he’s always accusing you of being.

A sudden urge takes hold—to see how far you can push him. 

To test how much control he’s really willing to give you.

You could tell by how his engorged cock swayed impatiently that him delaying his own gratification to punish had an effect on him. 

The game you decided to play was a risky one of course, but you wanted payback for the way he treated you. 

And that’s when you decide—it’s a risky game to play, but you want a little payback.

For ignoring you for days.

For breaking your favorite toy.

For making you beg.

And, most of all, for turning you into a moraless slut who still aches for him to ruin you all over again.

“Put that fuckin’ bratty mouth to good use for once, whore." Sukuna growls, baring his canines at your stalling. "If I left now, that sloppy cunt would still be unsatisfied.”

You pouted at his cruel insult but it was mostly to suppress a small smile as he confirmed your suspicions. 

Oh, he wouldn’t dare leave you now. 

And if he wants head? Then you’ll give the King Asshole of Curses the nastiest, sloppiest toppy you can muster.

Mind set, you wet your lips, making careful eye contact with him through moist, batting lashes.

Slinking up between his legs, your hands caress his calves, skimming upward with feather-light touches over his thighs.

Your tongue lingers on the inside of his thigh, lapping up the mess of your own juices that still stain his lap—never once breaking eye contact.

It’s faint, but you swear you hear Sukuna suck in a breath through his teeth.

Rising to your knees, you settle yourself in close, pressing between his legs until his heavy cock nestles between your breasts.

He holds a strong poker face, but you see it—the faint sheen of sweat on his brow, the deeper drag of his breath.

He wants this too.

It gives you back a sliver of the nerve you lost feeling just how massive he really is.

Still meeting his gaze, you flash him a sweet smile, then part your lips and let a slow string of spit fall from your tongue—thick and heavy, like honey—onto his cock.

The wetness flowing from your mouth is instantly cooled by air as it leaves your lips. This earned you a low hiss of approval from The King of Curses as it landed on his hot tip.

Wasting no time, you gather the mixture of drool and precum now slick between your tits and begin to move them slowly up and down his massive length.

Indulging yourself, you squeeze your neglected nipples and moan, head fuzzy with lust, wishing it was your pussy—not your tits—smothering his cock.

Your jaw stays lax, mouth open and dripping, letting more saliva slide freely onto him as your eyes stay locked on his.

Sukuna’s just about to snap at you—ready to call you a cockteasing whore—when, as if sensing the insult forming, you finally break eye contact.

You lower your head and take his cockhead between your lips, while your tits continue to work his shaft.

Your tongue swirls over the slit at his tip, lewdly slurping up the precum gathering there.

Sukuna’s hand shoots into your hair.

“Fuck,” he grits out.

His claws dig into your roots with a grip that borders on painful—but it only urges you on.

You lick, kiss, and slobber your way down his length, taking him deeper with every stroke.

Sukuna grunts. He honestly hadn’t expected this from you.

He’s broken many before—twisted them, corrupted them. But he can see it in your eyes now: your eagerness isn’t submission. It’s defiance.

His earlier punishment didn’t tame you.

It lit a fire.

He thought you’d pout, whine, maybe shrink away from sucking his cock like the spoiled pillow princess you are with Yuji.

Not attack it like it’s your last breath of air.

Fuckin’ manipulative ass brat. 

The King of Curses would never admit it out loud, but your brattiness turns him on.

It always has.

He watches you from within Yuji—every slick comment when something doesn’t go your way, every pouty protest when you're denied what you want.

And Yuji? He gives in every fucking time.

It infuriates Sukuna that brat never puts you in your place.

The kid is too pussy-whipped to see the truth—that he has a filthy, devious lil whore on his hands, just begging to be turned out and used like a proper fucktoy.

Sukuna stifles a groan, resisting the urge to tilt his head back when he feels your soft fingers trail down and gently cup his heavy sack.

You fondle him, teasing, while your mouth works lower over his cock. Your hand pumps the base as your tits press around the shaft, your lips stretching to take him deeper.

He can’t let this go on.

He won’t be undone by you.

Your brattiness entertains him—but his pride won’t allow you to hold the upper hand for long.

Taking control over the situation, both his hands clutched the back of your skull keeping your mouth on his cock as he stands. 

Then—one rough thrust of his hips—

He slams his cock up next to your tonsils.

You gag immediately, choking as your hands scramble for leverage against his thighs but there was still plenty of your slick left from earlier causing you to lose your grip and lurch forward. 

The motion forces you to take him to the hilt, your jaw stretched painfully wide. Tears spill down your cheeks as his cock fills your throat, leaving barely any room to breathe.

“Now, now, silly whore.” Sukuna chides, watching you flail weakly against him.

“You were so eager to suck on this cock a minute ago, show me how well your throat can take it too.”

Your throat—stretched raw and helpless—is being fucked without mercy, your face is shoved deeper into his crotch causing his course pubic hair to scratch at your cheeks and the and the pungent scent of his arousal floods your nostrils. 

Combined with the lack of oxygen, it makes your head spin.

You croak out a moan as you gag even harder on his cock.

The vibrations travel down his shaft, and Sukuna growls, driving himself deeper with a brutal thrust, stuffing more of his length into your already-overstretched throat.

Your jaw aches like hell—but it’s nothing compared to the jealous ache in your weepy cunny.

Your pussy flares with phantom need, syncing up with every vicious thrust into your mouth, like your body’s begging to be filled again.

The roughness only turns you on more.

Trying to ease the pressure, your nails dig into his hips instead—scratching red welts into his skin as your body instinctively claws at him.

“Take it, woman. Swallow it all like a good little fuckdoll. Don’t spill a drop.”

Sukuna's snarl wraps around you just as his cock pulses violently in your throat. A few more deep thrusts—and he comes.

His curses spill into the air as hot ropes of cum shoot down your throat, filling you as it warms its way down into your belly. 

Sukuna doesn’t let go of you until he feels your throat milk the very last drop from him.

When he finally rips you off his cock you are collapsing onto the floor, coughing hard, spit and seed dripping from your lips as you gasp for air.

Despite all your earlier bravado, you weren’t ready—not for the size, not for the depth, and definitely not for the overwhelming heat and weight of him as he spilled his essence inside your tummy.

“Brats like you never follow instructions properly, do they?” Sukuna sneers.

You want to flip him off for nearly suffocating you—but all you manage is a sharp glare as your hands rub at your throat, trying to soothe the sting.

“Tch. Cumming just from getting your face fucked—and without permission, too?” Sukuna scoffs, that smug grin spreading across his face. “You still don’t deserve any dick.”

You stare up at Sukuna in disbelief, your brows knitting together. “Y‑You’re kidding me,” you cough out, voice hoarse.

As far as you’re concerned, you’ve more than earned it.

Sukuna chuckles at your reaction.

Manspread and seated once again on the bed, he pumps his cock slowly as he gives you a once-over.

He’s made an utter mess of you.

Stray strands of your disheveled hair cling to tear-streaked cheeks. Cum dribbles down from the corners of your mouth and chin, and every attempt to wipe it only smears it worse across your face. Your chest heaves, glistening with sweat and whatever else he’s coated you in, while that disobedient pussy of yours is leaking a wet spot onto the floor where you sit.

Just filthy.

He could deny you further if he wanted.

Tease you longer. 

Make you beg. 

He knows how much you hate that—which only makes that much more delicious.

But denying you would also mean denying himself.

You rose to the challenge of sucking him off with such filthy enthusiasm that it’s making him impatient now—to see you ruin yourself even more on his cock.

And his cock, twitching harder as he watches your sullied form, clearly agrees.

“Slut, if that nasty pussy of yours want to cum on my cock, she’s going to have to fuck herself on it.” Sukuna says, shifting back on the bed to fully recline, eyes never leaving you.

You nod silently, your voice still too raw to answer.

It’s not the position he usually has you in—Sukuna likes you face-down, ass up, bent to his will—but if this is a punishment, you’ll take it. 

Gladly.

You’d take any position, so long as it ends with his cock inside you.

Crawling over his massive frame, you straddle him, letting your palms run across the taut planes of his abs. Your fingers trace the dark ink of his tattoos as your slick pussy begins to grind against the length of his cock.

The feeling is incredible.

His thick girth parts your folds, dragging perfectly against your clit and causing you to quiver with every slow, sinful grind. 

“On with it already, pillow princess,” Sukuna smirks, landing a sharp slap to your ass.  He wasn’t going to cum like some virgin just from you rubbing up against him.

You yelp, clenching in response. Your ass is still sore from earlier, but Sukuna never lets you enjoy anything for long—not unless it's on his terms.

“Then just lay back and let me fuck you, okay?” you snap, your brattiness flaring again.

Still, you don’t resist. You align his cock to your entrance, giving him a few pumps, coating him in your gooey slick.

A part of you fully expects him to flip you over and choke you for that backtalk—to slam you into the mattress and fuck you breathless.

But when you glance up?

He’s transfixed.

His gaze is locked onto your pussy as it slowly lowers over him, watching as your cunt attempts to swallow him whole all on her own.

“Then just fucking do it, whore,” he growls, giving your cheeks another hard smack. 

Sukuna wouldn’t let you off this easily by provoking him. You were going to ride this dick, he would make sure of it.

You want to glare at him but you are too preoccupied with getting his monstrous dick inside of you and your eyes shut in concentration. Pressing yourself down onto him you only met firm resistance.

Your body was screaming at you that it wouldn’t fit even though you knew it would as it had many times in the past with him bullying it in you.

You hissed, pushing yourself down more. You hoped gravity would do its job here but you had barely gotten the head in and your tears are already flowing, the stretch was too intense, he was too thick. 

“Aw… am I too much for the little brat?” Sukuna taunts lazily. “And here I thought I was going to get fucked.”

“I am,” you whine through clenched teeth.

You’re drenched. Prepped. Already stretched from his fingers. And it’s still this hard.

You lean more of your weight onto him, trying to adjust your angle—but the movement only makes his cock slip slightly back out.

“Too slow.” Sukuna snaps, firmly gripping your hips and ramming up into you. 

The scream Sukuna’s cock rips out of you is raw—loud enough that it should wake the whole neighborhood, but you aren’t capable of thinking about anything other than Sukuna splitting you open right now.

His blunt tip slams deeper inside you, knocking straight into your cervix. Your back violently arches as all the breath is stolen from your lungs, your vision goes dark for a moment as your body reels from the force of it.

Trembling, you fall forward onto his tattooed chest, too much, too fast, of what you’ve been begging for all night hits you all at once.

Your walls fiercely clamp around Sukuna’s length, squeezing so tight his dick felt it might snap off. He couldn’t stop the growl that echoes from his throat at the intensity.

“Shit bitch—did you just cum again!?” 

“S’your f-fault,” you slur with a breathy sigh, wiping drool from your chin.

Pushing yourself upright, you shakily begin to swivel your hips, grinding on Sukuna in a slow circular wine. 

Your whole body buzzes from the orgasm. You’re overly sensitive—but it’s still not enough.

You need more.

Leaning back, you grip his thighs for support and pick up your pace as you recover, until you’re rocking hard against him.

The angle has you taking him fully, each movement dragging him through you. You’re putting on a show without even realizing it, and Sukuna watches, drinking in the sight of you falling apart on his cock.

Your tits bounce wildly with every motion while your cunt greedily sucks him in deeper, ignoring the sting of the stretch in favor of the pleasure flooding through you.

“That’s it, brat. Use that filthy pussy of yours to gobble up this dick.”

Your eyes rolled back into your head as more obscenities spilled forth from him. It only made you hornier and you could feel him start to move in tandem with you, his hands leaving your hips and finding their way to your breasts, pinching your nipples harshly. 

“Mmm shit, t-too good, t-ooo good”, y you groan, the sensation pulling another gush from you that slicks his cock, creating a white ring of fluids at his base

–Sukuna grits his teeth and adjusts his hips, thrusting up into you deeper.

Watching him beneath you—seeing the pleasure written across his face because of what you’re doing—sends a surging rush of power through your body. Sitting up straighter, your hands slide over his as they clutch at your breasts before settling on his forearms for balance.

Each thrust makes your pussy flutter. Every nerve feels lit on fire.

You’re not just playing with fire.

You’re dancing in it.

And it makes you feel higher than anything ever has.

Fucking him like this had to be a drug. 

You would probably still hate him and yourself in the morning but right now you were his greedy lil’ whore and you wanted him to give you even more. 

“I—I—I w‑wan‑t…” you start, but the words fall apart as your focus slips. You’re drifting again, pleasure threatening to swallow you whole, but you still have one more thing you want before you go over the edge, one more trick up your sleeve.

“Yes? Use your words, brat. Tell your King what his lil’ slut wants.” Sukuna purrs.

He sounds teasing enough, but the strain in his voice is unmistakable.

You lean into him, your chest pressed against his as continues fucks into you his fingers digging into the plush flesh of your ass

“K-kuna… d‑daddy… y‑your tongue… k‑kiss me,” you coo, putting on your sweetest, most pitiful babyface as you pout down at him, silently begging him to indulge you.

His eyes flash as you catch him completely off guard and tighten your legs around him just as he suddenly sits up. 

Sukuna’s hand snaps around your neck again—but his hips never stop moving, fucking up into you..

Your eyes widen, not in fear—but excitement.

The thrill of pushing him, of testing how far you can go, sends a shiver down your spine. The danger of it all is intoxicating.

The air was heavy with the smell of your sweat and sex. You lean into the hand at your throat, smiling faintly as your fingers trail over Sukuna’s arm—almost as if you’re inviting him to squeeze tighter.

Audacious.

Do you really get off on edging death? Sukuna could kill you now with the mere twitch of his muscle. 

The urge to actually snap your neck rising hot and sudden in his chest.

You took liberties with him that he would have killed his concubines for without a second thought back in his day. But as much as he mocked, taunted and called you all manners of whore, you were no concubine. 

You were a sorcerer, much weaker than him of course, but a strong one nonetheless.  

One that he had either since turned into sex-crazed whore who had developed a death wish kink…

…Or one that he had severely underestimated and was far more manipulative than he gave you credit for. 

One who would do or say anything to provoke him into giving you what you wanted.

Truthfully you were all of those things. 

He could punish you later but Sukuna would not deny you at this moment. It’s absolutely sinful how you would whore yourself to him, completely forgetting about Yuji as soon as he was in your guts. 

Sukuna loosens his grip on your neck only to seize your jaw, pulling you closer.

“Open.”

You obey immediately, parting your lips and sticking out your tongue.

The second Sukuna tilts your head back you feel his spit land at the back of your throat.

“Swallow.”

You’re already doing it before the word fully leaves his mouth, savoring the taste of his thick heady fluids before sticking your tongue back out to show him you’ve taken it all.

“Good girl.” he mutters—and then his mouth crashes into yours.

The kiss is brutal, your teeth clashing as he devours your tongue, his lips rough and demanding. Even this is dangerous—his sharp canines nick your flesh, and you taste blood as it flows into his mouth.

You feel him groan into you as he drinks your spilled blood eagerly, nipping and sucking on your tongue, savoring the flavor. Not realizing how little air you’ve had until he finally pulls back, your blood smeared across his lips.

Sukuna chuckles at the dazed look on your face as you hang onto his shoulders. When you finally manage to inhale, you lean back in, your tongue sliding across his lips to taste yourself there.

“M-more…w-wanna c-cum Kuna daddy.” you mewl against his lips.

“More?” he muses, eyes glinting mischievously. “Not sure if daddy’s bratty baby can handle it.” 

Sukuna’s breath fans across your face as kisses you again, rough and hungry.

One hand moves behind you—

And the next sensation hits you like a shockwave. The mouth on his palm opening and it’s tongue diving directly into your asshole.

You cry out as your body instinctively presses closer to him. The kiss breaks as you bury your face in his neck, trying to escape the overwhelming sensation and keep his tongue from going deeper. 

However, that only gives the mouth on his stomach better access. The devious grin on his torso widens as its thick tongue laps at your clit while Sukuna continues to fuck up into you.

“Don’t run from this, slut,” Sukuna grunts against your ear, the smirk audible in his voice. “Is this not everything you’ve been begging for?”

You had asked for more but the sensations of being fucked and sucked from both ends was making you crazy. 

“Damn, so fucking tight. Gonna cum in this pussy just like this. Going to breed her, you’d like that wouldn’t you, whore?” 

Sukuna’s taunts travel through your ears and straight to your cunt.

His free hand came up to yank your head back for your response but you could barely keep your eyes opened and focused on him. 

“Uh‑h… uh‑huh…” you nod weakly, the only sounds you can manage dissolving into incoherent babble.

You’ve never felt your senses assaulted like this. Every nerve in your body feels like it’s on the verge of combusting. The heat inside you spreads everywhere, turning your entire body hypersensitive.

“Cum for me baby girl”, he whispers into your neck mockingly as he bites down enough to draw blood.

Your chest tightens as your stomach flutters.Your body betrays you completely.

Every trick you’ve tried on him tonight has backfired.

Every time you push him, he pushes back harder. Returns your energy 10 times more.

And you realize, finally, you’re never going to win this game.

The pathetic part is you don’t even know if you hate him for it… or are love-in with him.

Any sane thought you had is long gone. All that’s left is the overwhelming need for him to finish inside you, to fill you completely. 

Claim you as his.

Sukuna swallows your scream as another crushing orgasm tears through you. Your body jerks violently against him, trembling from head to toe as the pleasure crests and spills over.

Your mind goes blank.

You collapse forward against him, tapping out as your senses fade into darkness.

You’re only out for a moment.

When you come back to yourself, you realize he’s moved you onto the bed. You’re on your stomach now, and he’s shifting behind you.

“I’ve fucked you stupid,” Sukuna chuckles. “Just look at you. Half unconscious and that pussy is still quivering for more.”

You can only grumble at him as your whole body felt drained of both your fluids and your energy. 

“Hands and Knees.” Sukuna orders, not giving a fuck about you being tired. He let you have your fun, now it was time for his.

“5 minutes Daddy pleasssseeee” you slur, you can’t possibly take any more of him at this moment, you think you might actually break no matter how badly your treacherous pussy is screaming for more.

“Fuck no. Hands and knees slut. It's gonna take more than one load to knock that greedy cunt up.”

You groan. Your limbs feel like liquid, useless beneath you. You can’t push yourself up with your arms.

So you turn your head to the side, resting it on the pillow, and lift your hips into the air instead. Your hands reach back, spreading your messy pussy lips open for him.

Sukuna whistles softly at the sight of you open, his cum dribbling out of you.

“Look at you.”

His hand comes down in a sharp smack, and you whine at the sting.

“Need fuck this cum back into you and fill you up again.” Sukuna’s evil laughter fills the room as he positions himself behind you, lining himself up once more.

His heavy hand landed with a smack against your puffy pussy for emphasis. You whine as the slap causes your mixed fluids to spurt out of you, squirting down your sex and onto the bed.

Plowing into you once more Sukuna blesses you with the toe curling backshots you’ve learned to crave and causing you to come undone once again over his cock as he fucked you senseless over and over. 

Sukuna only pauses after this fourth load, you in prone-bone now, flat on your stomach—only able to moan and gush more as he uses you just as you wanted. 

You’re barely conscious. Sukuna’s speaking but… not to you? You’re confused and then your blood turns absolutely icy at The Curse King’s next words that crush you.

“See, Yuji?” Sukuna says darkly. “When I told you I could breed your bratty pillow princess into an obedient cum dump… I meant that.”

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𝓪𝓷: lol this is like a trip down memory lane. honestly i want to write more fics about sorcerer reader trying to date sukuna in yuji body lmfao, not like cheating next time but just like dating them both jsdfbjhsd. like what if sukuna had decided to just live on inside yuji? how would they both pull bithes hjfsbhdkkfhbhjvsd. thots to ponder lol.