Sub! Four-armed! Emperor! Heian!Sukuna x Top! Dom! Concubine! sadistic! male! Bratty! Reader
warnings: oral sex, fingering, anal sex, self degradation, slut shaming, blowjobs, cussing, mentions of violence, blood, gore and cannibalism
Summary: Sukuna was sure there was nothing but lust between you two. But an incident makes him realize that itâs more than that.
Continuation of Patience is a Vice
Next part, Someone like Me
âI donât understand why I have to do this.â Your voice edged with a hint of impatience and annoyance as another arrow tore through the clearing hitting nothing once again.Â
The arrow accompanying the dozen other arrows that had ended up scattered on the ground near the target. None had managed to reach the desired target, only three had even landed on the board, on the outskirts of the painted target.Â
âThis is pointless.â You leaned back in the embrace of warm towering muscle with a frustrated sigh. Sukunaâs lower pair of arms wrapped around your hips, the touch searing but steady. The upper arms moved to steady the bow in your left hand.Â
âItâs important, brat.â His voice low but languid carrying a hint of reproach. Your head tipped up to glance up at the other man. Squirting your eyes a bit at the sunlight shining down on you two, high in noon.Â
As if sensing your eyes on him, he obediently shifted looking down at you covering the light from falling onto your eyes.Â
Two pairs of crimson eyes, the murky color of blood framed with sharp imposing features bore down on you.Â
âMy arms ache from all this shooting.â You complain, half in actual pain and more to just complain. Your eyes drift down the King of Cursesâs features down to his chest. Bare, since somewhere between your 12th and 15th failed shooting attempts, heâd taken the upper portion of his kimono off.Â
The temperature had rapidly risen. A heat wave that had struck the district, all to blame for it. It had brought with it a dramatic change in temperature, cold in the morning and rapidly warming by noon.Â
The courtyard was devoid of any servants, even Uraume had left. This also meant that the dying number of arrows in the quiver couldnât be replenished. Neither you or Sukuna would wait the time or effort in gathering the used arrows.Â
Only a few arrows remained now, but the idea of standing in the heat and bear the weight of the bow and train was unappealing to you.Â
Your hand moved off the quivering bow string to brush over Sukaunâs collar bone and the inky black tattoo, down over the curve of his chest.Â
âCanât we do something more productive?â Your voice came out in a sultry purr mixed with a hint of haughtiness. No matter how many times you saw it, you were still drawn to his figure. The towering muscles and the way his anatomy worked.Â
Your hand was stark against his tanned tattooed skin, unblemished and soft. The muscles in his chest jumping and tensing when your touch brushed over it. Moving it lower, the skin of his stomach twisted and deformed as if reacting to your presence.
A slit formed and slowly opened up into a wide grinning mouth across his abs. You didnât react, used to the sight. It was an unconscious reaction Sukuna had to your touch. The sight youâd seen enough times and was oddly appealing to you.
When your finger brushed down over the mouth, itâs tongue reached out and lapped against the pads of your fingers lightly.Â
It was like a dog asking its owner for affection. Giving a light enough lick that you only feel the slightest pressure and saliva. Obedient to your wishes of keeping yourself clean but needing to show you its affection.Â
Your lips curled up in a slight pleased smile at the well mannered reaction.Â
There was a huff of annoyance tinged with reluctant amusement came from above you, as Sukunaâs hand wrapped around yours firm but careful. His strength restrained as he guided your hand back to the bow string.Â
âOne shot in the target and we can leave,â Sukuna muttered low against your ear, his eyes narrowed with a softness meant only for you.
You were the only one who would treat him like this. Pressing up against him, and touching him without hesitation or care. Not a trace of disgust or discomfort in your eyes. Not even his hideous stomach mouth bothered you.Â
Sukuna had never not been treated like a monster because of his appearance. The sight of him alone was enough to terrify, enough to justify being hunted even before he learned to use cursed energy. But you had never cared about any of that.Â
Your fingers curl unwillingly around the bowstring. âIt will never happen.â You said bitterly glaring at the target as Sukuna reached for another arrow slotting it in place.Â
âIt wonât if you give up.â Sukunaâs voice mocked you, laced with low amusement. His fingers hooked over yours drawing the string back slowly. Pulled taut, the bow trembled in your hands, Sukunaâs other upper hand tightened, stabilizing it.Â
âFocus on the bullseye.â He muttered, his chest against your back was a burning heat multiplied by the relentless heat of the sun.Â
âI am.â You shot back.Â
âThen focus harder. Think of it as someone you want to kill.â
There was a pause and a low laugh echoed near your ear sending shivers down your spine. âGo ahead and try, brat.âÂ
You glared at him, a smirk on his smug face. And the arrow was released, slipping from both of your fingers, it cut through the air. Your breath caught in your chest. Anticipation hanging in the air as it carved its path across the clearing to the target.
Sinking right in the center of the wooden target. The first of any that you managed to land. The sight felt like a victory even if it was tainted with his influence.Â
A light chuckle drifted to your ears. âSee? I know you could do it.âÂ
The slick sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the air. Your hand was carded though pink hair, tightening in his hair with each movement that drew pleasure out of you.Â
Archery practice ended a while ago and here you two were. Hidden in a secluded part of the courtyard, your back pressed against a pillar while the King of Curses was on his knees deep throating your cock.Â
You bit back moans head tilting back against the piller. âAh~fuck~ âkuna,â you moaned breath hitching when his tongue swirled around your cock, sweeping against the veins.Â
Two pairs of eyes fully focused on you, looking at you under his lashes with hunger, his upper pair of arms wrapped around your thigh and hip, while the lower one was fisted in his loose pants. Refraining from touching himself because you told him not to.Â
Behaving because he wanted to please you. Sucking your cock because you told him to.Â
The sight never failed to make you feel high off arousal and attention. Something so captivating about having the King of Cursesâs focus singularly on you. A threat to everyone else.Â
You yank his hair roughly forcing your cock in deeper. His hands tightened briefly around his thigh and hip before smoothing out, widening his throat to accommodate your cock. He didnât resist as you cum, the prominent Adamâs apple bobbing, as he swallowed. An obscene bulge in his throat from where your cock made an indent.Â
When you drew his head away, both of you were panting. Your hand wrapped around the length of cock pink and slick with saliva and gave a few pumps. The erotic sight and the lingering sensation of heat and a silky texture of a mouth around your cock brought you to the edge letting you spatter cum over his parted lips and face.Â
The man, curse, groaned voice hoarse from the rough treatment but you doubted it would last long with his reverse curse technique. His face was covered with white steaks cum, both pairs of eyes hazy, clouded over. Lips swollen from use, parted open revealing sharp teeth meant for tearing into flesh now used to please you. Tongue sweeping to out catch a thick dollop of your cum as it dripped down.Â
His body trembled minutely, barely noticeable. You knew better. Your foot moved, nudging Sukunaâs thighs wider. Looking lower you could see the faint outline of the bulge in pants.Â
If it wasnât for the dark color of the pants, you probably would have seen the stains revealing his shame. You had no doubt that heâd cum, sometime when you had.Â
To you, Sukuna was nothing but a whore.Â
âYou came again.â You said dissatisfied. Your foot pressing over the bulge in his pants. Sukuna let out a low groan bordering on a growl.Â
âI know.â The upper pair of his eyes glared up at you as the lower ones flickered down to his hardening cock. His stamina letting him recover fast and under your gaze in the submissive posture, growing rapidly harder again.Â
âIâm busy. Deal with it yourself.â You dismissed pulling your foot back.Â
âBusy with what?â Your lips curl up in a sardonic smile.Â
His eyes flickered with coldness, anger flaring up in the depths of crimson eyes. He hated you being with anyone else, but had a harem of his own.Â
You found it ironic. The idea that he could sleep around but you couldn't. Slutting around with others like it was his right, and then throwing it in your face like it was some damn accomplishment.Â
Sukuna was such a whore.Â
Your lips curve into a sneer and you press your foot to his chest kicking him away. Weak, and as effectively as an ant against an elephant. But he leaned back anyway.Â
You despised that he did. Going along with your whims and tantrums, and then when he had his fill of you stalk off to hound his next lay.Â
He sneered right back at you. Frost hardened over his expression as he wiped away your cum off his face and stood up. Towering over you with at least half your height.Â
You didnât flinch, holding your ground glaring right back up at him.
âFine.â He gritted out gruffly before trying on his heels and stalking away.Â
Out of his eyesight you reached over for a pitcher. One of the drinks the attendants had made and left for you two to drink. Your fingers ran over the cool metal before you dumped it out unceremoniously into the flower bed. It didnât take much time to act. The poison sank in quickly, rotting away the budding flowers.Â
The very drink a maid had refused to let you touch insisting on pouring herself, before leaving.Â
It seemed you had some rats to weed out.Â
Sukuna truly despised you sometimes. But a bat of your pretty lashes and the whiny coquettish tone of yours while you demanded something was what it took to convince him to travel more than 100 kilometers to retrieve snacks. The King of Curses lowered to the point of an attendant fetching snacks that you insisted must be from that certain region since the taste was different.Â
It was truly pathetic how far heâd fallen.Â
Heâd even stooped low enough to consider moving his palace to that region or kidnapping the chefs if it pleased you so much. Just the thought of the sparkle in your eyes, and the curve of your pink lips the way you tried and failed to hide how pleased you were enough to make the trouble worth it.
You were always more touchy when you were pleased. Fingers light, lingering, almost affectionate.Â
Sukuna didnât care for softness. He never had.
But if it was from you, then he desired everything and more that you gave him.Â
The King of Curses was nothing if not sin given form. Greed, lust, and pride tangled endlessly where you were concerned. Gluttony was not confined to flesh; it lived in the way he lingered at your side, in how he stayed too long at your feet. Every touch, every word only sharpened the hunger. There was never enough.
He wanted to possess you, tear open his chest and let you curl up in his chest. Take whatever was left of his rotten heart, that heâd long since replaced with thoughts of you.Â
Stepping into the palace gates, the metallic scent of sweet copper hit him first. Familiar enough to make mouth water with the remembrance of human flesh melting in his mouth.
His strides widened, something in his chest twisting with a ugly vengeance that he refused to give name to.Â
Bodies torn and mangled lay scattered across the floor. Blood splattered against the walls. A few unlucky souls hung from the ceiling, blood dripping in small droplets, slower than before judging by the pool of red beneath them.
Some of them were servants or attendants; their identities revealed from their clothes. While the others were random people, sorcerers from the looks of it.Â
But none of them mattered. His eyes flickered around with impatience, fist tight. The pastries you wanted now crushed under his monstrous strength. Â
What had happened to you?
His mind raced with implications, the thing in his chest twisting further with every step he took.Â
Each room filled with bodies, random humans but none of them you.Â
They couldnât be you. He wouldnât let you leave him. Not like this, not ever.
Further in the palace the rooms were being cleaned, maids and servants dutifully dragging away corpses with a dull look. At the end of the hall was Uraume.Â
Their cold look, turning reverent as he approached them. Bowing at him from where they stood at the doorway of his room.Â
âWhere are they?â He snarled, his blood thumping in his ears drowning out all the noise. He didnât care to ask about the bodies or massacre. For once, Sukuna was worried, furious that he left you.Â
Heâd known Uraume disliked you, keeping it hidden under a mask of respect. He had no intention to make them like you. But now he regretted it. He should have made clear how much he needed you.Â
That at some point in time, you had become his priority and given them orders to protect you.Â
They bowed deeper. â[Name]-sama is bathing.â
He paused, tension froze in his chest. He didnât want to ask. He didnât have to.Â
Uraume continued dutifully. âAs Sukuna-sama had asked, [name]-sama has gotten rid of the traitors. [Name]-samaâs cursed technique was effective in rooting out the traitors and disposing of them.â
There was a new gleam of appreciation and respect in their eyes. âThey are waiting for Sukuna-sama in your quarters.â They bow shifting to the side slightly to allow him access into his room.
The influx of information had him baffled for a second but his mind caught onto one important point.
You were fine. Alive and had planned this.
His hand pressed against the heavy door and pushed it open entering the room. Steam rushed out to meet him, with the scent of sandalwood, your scent.
His eyes focused on the small clatter of motion and zoned in onto the distant figure. Even from a distance the silhouette of your back was recognizable to him.Â
Crossing the distance in a few long strides his hands wrapped around your hips spinning you to look at him.Â
You were unharmed, not a hair out of place. Wrapped in a silk half open yukuta and untouched by all the gore and blood outside the threshold of the room. The chaos that you had apparently caused in his absence.
âYou have cursed technique?â Was the first thing he asked, in an accusatory tone. He couldnât always be here to protect you. The thought had driven him crazy leading to many train sessions, making you learn with every weapon.Â
âSo? You never asked.âÂ
Sukuna gritted his teeth, his temple throbbing at your insolence. God, you were such a brat. Sometimes, most times, he wanted to throttle you.Â
âYou sent me away on purpose and led Uraume into believing I planned it.â It wasnât a question, more of a statement. You didnât bother denying it, giving a nonchalant shrug.Â
Sukuna was definitely going to kill you.Â
âWhy didnât you tell me?â
âI took care of it didnât I?â Your hand held his jaw, the thumb rubbing his bottom lip. He leaned down into it, despite his anger. âWouldnât want your precious palace to burn.â
Mixed feelings swirled in his chest, but the most prominent one?
His hand reached out to press yours firmly to his cheek. Lips brushing over the soft skin of your lip with a tenderness he didnât know he had.Â
âThen let the palace burn, the only important thing inside it is you.âÂ
Your expression froze for a second.Â
He knew why. He and you had been toeing the line. Lust and affection unspoken whether it was his pride or yours. Neither of you had stepped beyond it.Â
For a second when he had walked in Sukuna for the first time in his life was scared. Scared to lose you. Heâd thought he could live without you. What a fool he was.Â
He brushed his kimono off, letting it slide off his body.Â
âFuck me.â He ordered his hands cupping your cheeks, rubbing soft circles into your skin. Your expression softened and you blinked up at him. Then your eyes darkened with hunger when the words registered.
âYouâre so demanding. Making me work after Iâve been so exhausted.â You complained, even as your hands wrapped around his hips to press him down onto the bed.Â
He went with the movement with ease laying back letting you manhandle him down. You tug the loop of the tie holding his pants on and strip him bare.
His chest rose and fell steady, but his eyes never left yours. Upper arms fisting the sheets, while the lower ones greedily caressed your waist and held into your back. Strong thick thighs parting, leaving his flushed half hard cock and hole on display.Â
He barely flushed at exposure, but the way your eyes drank him in like he was a sight to behold, had his thighs trembling, large cock twitching with need.Â
Your fingers traced up the curve of his rear to his hole, tracing the rim watching it clench. You traced it for a second, reaching for the lube and pour a generous amount onto your fingers and finally you slip your finger in.Â
A low moan left Sukunaâs throat, feeling the familiar sensation of your finger inside him, curling and stretching him out. Another one joined it after a few seconds.Â
Within minutes of just preparation, Sukuna had dissolved into a moaning mess under you. Cock flushed angry red against his stomach, his control had slipped letting the stomach mouth manifest. It too, had the same fucked out look Sukuna had.Â
Each curl of your fingers, drag of it against his walls or press against that forbidden sweet spot making him tremble, moaning like a whore. You hadnât even fucked him yet and his cock was already beading with precum.Â
âFuâk! Just fâck me already brat!â He had to resist squirming in place. His fingers clench the sheets with vengeance threatening to tear it.Â
You sighed and curled your fingers in deeper, sending a bolt of heat zipping through him pooling in his lower belly. A wrecked moan slipping back his lips unwillingly.Â
âAlready begging âkuna?â You taunt mocking with a silvery tone.Â
His hands tangled in your hair as he drew you in for a kiss to cut off your words. You chuckled into it, adjusting his thighs more open, hips slightly raised high.Â
He sucked in a breath as he finally felt your cock press in the rim of his hole. Unshed tears of pleasure clung to lashes, while you bottom out.Â
The heat of Sukunaâs hole sucking you in as greedily as the rest of him. A hot wet nets of silk wrapping around your cock clinging and refusing to let you go.Â
âYou have to relax for me to move.â You point out conversationally, the way your hands gripped his thighs roughly betraying how affected you were.Â
He groaned, eyes closed, the lower pair opened to glare at you. âShut up I will.âÂ
Before you, Sukuna had never considered bottoming. His body never quite adapted to it, each time having sex felt like his first.Â
You donât wait knowing what he can handle pull out, leaving the fat tip in and shove back in roughly.Â
His eyes shot open, nails tearing the sheets, a low hoarse moan forced out of him by the sudden pleasure mixed with delicious pain.Â
You do it again, holding his thighs hooking his knee around your waist as you slam in again and again. Each thrust forcing lewd noises to spill out of the King of Cursesâs lips.Â
The pressure in his stomach grew, as his hole got used to the stretch. Pain faded into sharp heated pleasure when you adjusted and started slamming right against his prostate.Â
âAhh~ f-fuck! Slâw down!â He moaned, head turned biting down on his lip to hold in noises. His body trembled beneath you, shaking with pleasure, despite his protests his hips rocking unconsciously to meet each thrust.
You donât pause or slow. Your hand drifted over his chest, and to his plump chest, pinching the perky hardened nipple. Groping his body as you relentlessly move, plowing your cock in and out. Watching his meaty pecs bounce and body quiver from the endless pleasure.
It didnât take long for him to cum, thick ropes of white cum splattering over his torso, as you kept going.Â
âBrât! Slâw d-down!â He whined shakily, even as his cock hardened once again.
âWhy should I?â You teased cruelly, flesh spilled between your fingers as you squeezed his pecs. Sukuna let out a lewd moan, aiming a glare at you that quickly dissolved into a heated lustful look when you leaned in and take his nipple into your mouth.
âAhh~fuckkk~â He moaned lowly, hand tangled in your hair as you swirled it in your mouth teasing it with your teeth. You slow your thrusts, a hand under the curve of Sukunaâs ass, lifting it higher.Â
You grind your cock into the deep sweet spot in time. Your free hand curled around the base of Sukunaâs thick angry cock, stroking the veins on the shaft while keeping a firm hold.Â
The feeling of both your cock burrowing into him and hand around his cock drove him crazy. Each suck of his nipple and movement you made him see stars, his mouth open letting out noises and words he could barely hear.Â
âAhh! Ahh ah! Y-yes! H-harder! Fâck me!â He moaned loudly, the lewd sound of flesh hitting flesh filling the room drowned out by his noises.Â
It didnât take long for him to start begging to cum. More like demands but the whiny tone and way he just let you made it clear how much he wanted you.
When you finally let him come, he actually blacked out for a few seconds.Â
When he came to, you were collapsed against his chest. Arms around him, in what could have been a grappling technique from how tight you were holding him.
He didnât hesitate, both pairs of arms wrapped around you with a tenderness only you made come out.
âSukuna?â You muttered against his skin, your face buried in his chest. The cooling cum between you two, and dripping out his ass barely of any concern to him when you were pressed against him. The stickiness more tangible proof that you are his. Â
His hands tightened around you, an arrogant smirk tugging on his lips. âTheyâd have to pry my cold hands off ya.âÂ