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The strong cursed energy felt like it was fading each day. No matter how much time you spent near the isolated waterfall in the forest you just couldn’t quite pinpoint where it was coming from. Your curse technique wasn’t anything special, only the power to heal and cleanse curses which wasn’t very useful in your favor right now since you couldn’t even find it. Since you were one of the head teachers at Jujutsu high, your superiors believed you were the best fit for the job. It’s been almost a week, and no matter how much time and energy you put into sensing the curse you just can’t find it… there was only one place left for you to check, behind the waterfall. It was a powerful surge, and frankly you were a bit too scared to go behind it in risk of drowning, but you ultimately had no other option. The curse was taking over the forest, killing animals and plant life alike.

“I’m going behind the waterfall,” you turn to Shoko who’s lighting another cigarette behind you. You had messaged her earlier that day to meet you so you both could go out and explore the waterfall together. Today was the day you’d finally go behind it and see for yourself what was there. You asked Shoko to stand by, you weren’t stupid. If you ended up drowning you’d need someone to pull you out. “You remember what I said, right?”

She nods, placing the stick between her lips “Five minutes, if you don’t come back after five minutes I’ll call for help.”

“I said two minutes, Leiri—“ you glare, earning a soft smile from Shoko, “I’m just going in and out. If the curse is there I’ll bring backup with me to purify it later.”

“I understand,” her silky voice softly whispered into the bustling water, “just be careful.”

“I’ll try my best to be.”

Gulping down a thick lump in your throat you finally dip your legs into the water as you make your way to the waterfall. The water was warm, relaxing despite how tense the situation was. You stare back at Shoko one last time before you dive underneath the surface. You swim past the familiar cluster of rocks and finally slip past the pouring water tower.

Your ears were popping with each thrust as you treaded through the river to the backside of the waterfall. It was empty and dark when you resurfaced, a dark dingy cave with no curse in sight. You climb onto the rocks, using your technique to shine a dim light through the cave. It was a dead end.

Nothing.

“THERE'S NOTHING HERE SHOKO, I'M OK!” You jump back into the water, “I'M GOING TO SWIM BACK OUT!”

You swim back from where you came, flowing faster out from under the waterfall in relief. It was frustrating that you couldn’t find the cursed spirit, but you were just glad you made it out of the situation unharmed so far.

The forest around you was hushful, the only distant sounds that hummed were the occasional whistle from birds and the strong winds. You were alone, the rock Shoko was standing on not even a minute before you left was now empty..everything around you was empty.

“Shoko, are you ok? Are you there?”

It was unusually cold when you rose from the river, braids heavy with water as they clung to your back. Your phone and bag you left near Shoko were also gone. Where could she have gone after just a few minutes?

You shiver once your bare feet touch the grass, your change of clothes and your hair ties are in your bag. You’d have to do without them for now. At least the shirt and pants you wore were somewhat warm against the intense cold. But you couldn’t deny you were freezing. How did the weather change so drastically?

“Shoko?”

Minute after minute in the foggy forest felt like hours. You’ve been walking around in circles, too scared to even journey further because you realized you were truly and utterly alone. You even tried to go back through the waterfall, but each time you tried to reenact your steps you ended up in the same place over and over again.

“Fuck — where did I go wrong!?

—

Splashing out of the water you remove your clothes to ring them out. If you stayed in them any longer there’s no doubt you wouldn’t freeze to death. This is the least you could do for now.

The day was slipping from your grasp in seconds. It was dark, the only way you found a bit of comfort was using your cursed energy to summon a healing light to warm your chilled skin. You wanted to rest, you knew you should keep looking for an escape but you were so damn cold..and your clothes were still soaking wet on the ground as you dried them with your light. You could feel yourself fading, pretty lashes fluttering open and close as you fight to stay awake. You lean on the large rock that your friend was standing on earlier, naked body shivering under your light as you finally close your eyes.

—

You’ve probably been knocked out for hours….you're awoken by loud booming of a cluster of horses galloping..and the sound of—men..a lot of men! You fumble on your clothes in the dark as the sound grew closer, you were terrified, and there was nothing you could do about it. There was nowhere to hide, you were too far away from the waterfall and they’d surely hear you if you splashed in.

“There it is!” A man yells aloud, in seconds they surround you, horses neighing in fright as the men jump off and lift their swords toward you.

“What the hell—!?” A man shouts

“It’s just a woman…” another one whispers

You all stare at one another for a few seconds, wide eyed and equally confused. The yellow orb.. was coming from you? This woman was a curse user? Better yet, her power looked oddly familiar to a rare healing technique only seen in books. One of the men in front lowers his sword.

“Ahem..” the man steps forward, his armor clanking together as he stands in front of you.

“Well,” he began, “can you speak?”

Hesitantly you sit up, throat dry as you open your cracked lips “I— did Shoko send you here to help me?”

The men look at you, puzzlement etched on their stoic feathers. One man looks you over, your wet damp clothes hugging tightly on your skin. “What kind of clothing are you wearing??! Are you mad?” He barks “where do you come from!?”

The man standing in front of you sharply raises his hand, silencing the men behind him with only a quick gesture. Your light was intriguingly magnificent. A curse technique only heard of in books and folklore. Strategically, getting you to come with them silently so they can show the king would be preferable. “Yes,” the man you’re assuming is the leader says, “we are here to help you.” He turns to his men, his loud voice booming with authority. “Someone, give her my coat.” You’re immediately wrapped in something warm from behind as one of the men drapes a large coat over your shoulders. It was so warm and heavy..

“Thank you,” you timidly replied, hugging the coat over your chest. The situation was honestly quite strange, and you were obviously extremely skeptical, but your body was too weak to try and fight a group of men wearing armor and flailing their swords around in your face, so you really had no other safe choice but to follow them. One of the men offers you their hand, helping you haul yourself onto one of the warm horses before seating himself behind you and setting off. The ride was mostly quiet and surprisingly pleasant. The men didn’t bother you much and the large coat around you was starting to make you feel unbelievably sleepy once again. You knew you shouldn’t sleep, not when you’re surrounded by strangers, so you start chatting with the man behind you.

“Where are we going?”

“To the palace.” The man behind you flatly said

“What will you all do with me once we get there?”

The man sighs before speaking “Like our commander said, we’re here to help you. We’ll feed you, let you take a bath and take a nap in the guest bedroom.”

“That’s all?” You raise a quizzical brow, “You’re genuinely just doing this out of the kindness of your heart?”

“You ask a lot of questions for a woman with little to no options.” He snarls, “ If we weren’t there to save you, you’d surely be dead by now.” The man grumbles, “What kind of woman leaves her village without wearing the proper protective clothing during this season?”

He was somewhat right, your clothes were far too thin to compete with the harsh weather, and if they found you any later you’d probably be frozen solid. But how were you supposed to know the weather was going to be this icy if it was summer last time you checked your weather app?

You both remain silent the rest of the ride, only stopping occasionally to pee and drink some water. The journey lasted the whole day, by the time you all arrived at the lit up palace it was already dark. There were many people outside doing their own work, most ignored you as you walked up to the large entrance that intimidated any house you ever stepped foot in in your life. A woman approached you, her smile kind and comforting before looking at the group of men behind you. “Who is this?” She calmly asked. “She’s quite beautiful. Is she another concubine for the king?”

“That’ll be his choice to decide.” He gives you a firm push forward, and you can’t help but snap back at him with a firm glare. “we found her in the forest near the king's domain, clean her up before he gets back.”

“Yes sir,” she grabs your hand before you can even protest, dragging you inside the palace in a second.

“Wait- wait wait!” You tug at your wrist, stopping the both of you “I’m not here to be a concubine, can I borrow your phone?”

“P—hone?” She tilts her head “do you mean a fan?” A polite smile turns her lips “You’re really funny, I’m sure after being out in the cold you’d want a nice warm bath and some warm food right?”

“Not a fan, a phone! I need to call someone—“ your heart stops, maybe it was just now that your weak body was starting to be alert again, but wow..the puzzle pieces waited too long to finally connect. The horses, the men’s armor..this palace you were sure you’ve seen a million times before in your school text books as a child. It was all starting to make sense. Did you… go back in time? Maybe this was all an illusion, a trick played by the curse.. maybe you actually did find it. What if you were dead and this is all a trick?

This had to be a mirage, right? There was no way you could be this far back in time..

“Miss, are you alright?” The woman worriedly brushed a gentle hand over your forehead bringing you back to reality, her face saddened with sympathy

“You poor thing, you’re burning up. No more small talk, let’s get you in the bath.”

The palace is huge. You’ve never been so catered to in your whole life. Not only was the bath incredibly hot and soothing to your aching muscles, but the food you were served after was breathtakingly good, and the guest chambers were so extravagant you thought you were on a movie set. The women who tended to you were attentive and understanding. They made you feel comfortable when you were in such a vulnerable state. Maybe you were too caught up in the moment living your life like a princess that you inevitably lost concussions as soon as your head hit your pillow. Sleep has never felt more comfortable than this.

—

“Miss, wake up quickly!” A soldier stood outside your room door. The man who sat with you on his horse on the ride here. Rubbing the eye wax away you grumble softly into the air. You were asleep for the rest of the night. It was morning now, pretty blue skies blaring into the room “the king has returned, he’s requested your audience, you’d be wise to go see him immediately.” From just waking up you were still processing that you were in Ryomen Sukuna’s palace. You hoped that once you went to sleep you’d wake up from this dream, but fate had other hands.

Sitting up and hesitantly pulling the cover over your warm legs you give a strained nod, sweat pooling over your browline “Yes, I understand. Where is he?”

“In his royal bath chamber.”

“Oh—“ you retract “should I get ready while he finishes washing up?”

“Stop being foolish, woman. The king has requested that you see him, don’t keep him waiting. Stand up.”

If this were any other situation you’d beat him for talking about you like this, but you couldn’t afford any drama in the king of curses palace, so you bite your lip and comply with an unenthusiastic whisper. “Fine then, take me to him.”

The walk to the king's chambers felt agonizingly long. The aura around you felt like it dragged on your skin, clawing and squeezing against you. A lump of air held in your throat. You were actually about to come face to face with the king himself. You’ve heard stories about Gojo’s new pupil, the new vessel that held Sukuna, but you’ve yet to meet him, well, until today. “Go in,” the soldier commands, pointing at the wide stone entrance.

You slowly walk to it, the smell of fresh diluted blood and a hint of a flower scented soap fill your nostrils like a punch. The hall was beautiful, carved stone walls and beaded jewelry worth more than your car engraved in the ceiling. There were many statues aligned along the wall, some of women and some of men. Trembling, you take the last few steps of courage into the bath chamber. It was misty, hot steamy clouds flowing carefree along the floor. A tall man sat in the middle of the giant bath, the king. He wasn’t what you were expecting, not at all. You’ve heard stories about him from your childhood, a crazed ugly man with four eyes and arms who killed countless innocent people.. but this man in front of you wasn’t ugly at all.. in fact, he was quite handsome. No, he was really handsome… His jawline was sharp, a beautiful contrast with his long muscular figure that leaned gracefully in the water. He had four arms, that part was true, but each one had such a fine defined muscular structure. He had very alarmingly large red eyes on one half of his face, but he still made your body stop in its tracks.

“The peculiar woman, we finally get to meet. And you’re already disrespecting me by standing over your king..” His voice was monotone, but head-splitting in a way that made you shake in fear. You scurry to your knees, glueing your head and hands to the ground.

“I’m sorry, my lord. That was impolite of me. Please forgive my ignorance.”

Humming lowly, Sukuna swishes in the water. You could hear the sway of liquid grow closer before it suddenly stopped, you could practically feel his gaze looming over you. It was almost like those red eyes were lasers.

“Stop being disrespectful and look at your king.”

Biting your puffy lip you quivered, slowly looking up to finally face him one on one.

If you weren’t so actively terrified right now you’d be drooling. His body was massive. He towered over you easily. You were sure his head almost hit the ceiling. You tried not to stare at his lower half, but how could you simply ignore it? He had two.. His cocks hung over you, both extremely long and thicker than any human man you’ve ever seen. The one on top was relatively smaller than the one below, but still it was nothing less than intimidating.

“I’ve heard from my men that you have a gift.” He smiles bitterly “I’ve only heard of curse users who can heal and purify other curses in books. It’s natural I’d be curious to see one in real life. Your glow, the one my men told me about, show me how you use it.” He turns around, sitting away from you in the water, and you can’t help but wince once you see the giant scar on his back. Normally you never used your technique to help curses, but if you played one wrong move on the king you’re sure he’d kill you in an instant. So, being rational like any other person who values their life, you help him. That didn’t mean you had to be gentle though.

Flopping your hands together you mumble lightly under your breath, a soft memorable chant you were forced to learn over and over again until a burning yellow ball poofs into the already warm air. You merge it with his scar, mumbling another chant as the wound slowly begins to close up. His large shoulders stiffen and then immediately relax as he lets out an exasperated sigh of relief. You hands roughly massage into his skin, unfortunately for you, your fragile human hands couldn’t leave a dent if you tried.

“Amazing..” he whispered, before one of his hands grab your wrist, pulling you into the water with him. You land in front of him as he towers over you, your dress soaked and already pulling you down. Pointing to a deep gash you seemingly missed on his chest, he gestured to you to heal him there too. Again, you value your life and you hesitate before complying, massaging the wound with the tiny ball before it closes.

“Fuck— yes,” he growls deep, a cold chalky laugh escaping his lips before he forces your head so you’re looking at him. “Fuck, it’s real— it’s s actually real.”

“From here on out you’re mine. You won’t leave my side until you shrivel up in that pathetic human body and die. Do you understand me? Anytime I come back from my hunt you’ll heal me without question, understand?”

What. The. Fuck.

“And a bonus, you’re quite nice looking on the eyes,” he pinches your cheeks together. “You can stay near my chambers.”

“My king, I’m perfectly fine with my chambers in the guest—“

“Heal me, heal all of me, I shall be restful once again tonight. I don’t want anymore damn back talk” He leans back, muscular torso merging with the warm water as it shined under the soft candle light. He had scars all over his body, all the way down to his toes. You lightly massage his torso, trembling as he grunts out when the pressure of his deep wounds finally disappears.

“Finally,” he rasps, “a useful human..”

You almost die from fright when you feel a gentle lick on your leg, your eyes bolt down and when you see the mouth on his stomach finally open, you had to hold back a violent scream. He only laughs, pulling you firmly back to him so you can continue healing his scars. Once done he finally lets you rest on the edge of the bath. “You did exceptionally well,” he grinned, an unexpected gesture of praise you didn’t quite expect from someone like him. Glancing over your wet clothes he hums “You can bathe here. Only after tending to me first.”

“I– what about the guest quarters?”

“There’s no need for you to be so far away from me from now on.”

He starts to untie the ribbon on your dress before you crumpled away. “My lord, is it ok if I can at least bathe without you looking at me? I feel a bit..” you gulp “intimidated?”

He stares at you for what seemed like minutes, did you actually piss him off? Was he going to kill you?

“Very well,” he turns around, crossing all four arms together. Was the king of curses actually giving you privacy to undress?

“Strip, I’ll follow your silly little human courtesies since you are doing me a long term favor.”

You rid yourself of your wet clothes before slipping behind him in the water, you were gutted with embarrassment, but you continued to heal and clean his body until he was satisfied.

“Shit..” he moans when you rub over his back with your small hands, body quivering under your light touch as you wash him.

Once you finish he leaves you in the bath alone, he had kept his promise.

Over the next few months you were Sukuna’s personal little healer. His tendency to raid nearby villages was nearly constant. He had major blood lust just as you’ve heard, and you kept him up and running to continue killing many innocent people. You hated yourself for it, and you hated that you had to be so close to him at all times. You ate dinner with him, you bathed with him far more than any of his concubines combined and he made you switch to his chambers so that you were sleeping across from him on the other side of the room. You couldn’t leave the palace without him. Sure, you had the grace to explore to your little heart’s content, but you felt so trapped since you were so heavily guarded. The human woman with the ability to heal curses. His human woman. He’d do it himself and learn the proper technique to heal, but why do that when someone else could do it for you? Especially someone as pretty as yourself.

—

You had just finished dinner, another hearty meal that sat mixed with guilt in your stomach. Pleasantries were over, It was time to bathe the king. You walk behind him, listening to him sing a soft tune before stripping out of his robes at the bathing chamber entrance. You follow behind him, much more comfortable than before being nude around him. You walk past him into the chamber to gather a few of his favorite soaps. Gods if you only knew the effect you had on him when you bent your pretty little ass over.

“My lord,” you bow, getting on your knees to accommodate him once again. You grab one of his favorite soaps before he stops you.

“You’ve treated me well the past few months. Let your king reward you, come.”

His beckoning call was sinful, lustful and dirty. You felt so guilty for how wet you got whenever you’d both share a bath together. You couldn’t deny you had imagined how it would feel if he decided to put himself to work between your legs one day.

You swish your way to him, stopping just at his feet. He glares at you, patting his lap for you to sit.

“I can’t reward you all the way over there, come here.”

“You’d rather I sit on.. “you” my lord?.”

He gives you a sour expression as if you just stated the obvious. “Are you playing me for a fool?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry-“ you shift onto his lap slowly, your skins melting into one another as soon as you touch.. You could feel everything, to his muscular body all the way to the two rock hard twins poking at your ass. He gazed over your nude form, a predatory glint in his eyes when you finally get close enough.

“My lord, what are you doing —!?”

Breathless, a simple touch from his large hand on your belly almost made you mold into him

“Giving you your reward, tonight I’ll clean you.”

“Think of it as my token of gratitude.”

“Lord Sukuna,” your tummy flips from nervousness, “There are guards in here, wouldn’t it be improper for them to see me getting washed?”

“You’d rather I send them to the entrance?” You forcefully nod, earning a low sigh from his lips. He raises one of his massive arms, signaling the guards to move away to the entrance.

“I don't comply with just anyone, girl.” You squeal out in shock when his bicep curls over your waist, locking you still against his lap. “Yet you keep asking me for more..”

He starts scrubbing your body thoroughly, starting at your tense shoulders. You were as stiff as a board, too scared to even move an inch because his cocks were seated and snug between your puffy folds. Not that he seemed to mind..

“After spending so much time together all these months, I expected you to be a bit more relaxed around me. “ he surprisingly admitted, “do you think I can’t smell you?”

Looking over your shoulder you give a perplexed look of hesitation, unsure of what he meant “Smell me?” Well shit, that’s embarrassing “I’m sorry my lord if I smell bad I’ll —“

Sukuna growls loudly in annoyance, pushing you against the bath’s edge so the tile pressed against your tummy. He holds your wrist down with two hands while the other pair grip your chin and stomach. He was so close to you that you could smell the cool mint on his breath “You’re pissing me off. For a woman so talented you are clueless.” He presses to you, thick cocks grinding against your back to make you shiver. His voice was so much lower than before, a huskier lust drunk mewl that tickled the back of your neck “Do you think I’m a fool, do you think I can’t smell how warm and slippery that cunt of yours gets when you’re near me like this..you think I can’t feel how your heartbeat softens when we have dinner? Or when we are together at all? Do you really think this whole time I haven’t been paying attention?”

Words fail you as you quiver, but this time not from fear… you were shocked he was being so bold, “Do you think I can’t taste your scent right now?”

“I don’t understand what you mean, Lord Sukuna. I’m sure you’ve mistaken.. my scent for another’s. If it’s so strong it could be one of your concubines nearby”

He pushes himself to you, eyes daring with challenge “are you confident enough to prove yourself?”

“Excuse me?”

“You’ll let me see you, won’t you? If you’re certain you’re not the scent, you wouldn’t mind bending over for I can see for myself, would you?”

Your toes curl, pussy clenching around nothing…you hated that he was right “I’m in water, I’m sure it’ll be hard to tell the difference.”

“Do you think I can’t tell the difference?”

“And what if I was the scent? Where do we go from here?” You’re surprised by your overconfidence, but Sukuna only smiles at your taunt.

“Well, what do you want to do about it?” He grabs your throat, leaning down awfully close to you, he smelt divine, and he knew he looked handsome even with that shit eating grin. You were sure you weren’t actually acting on your own regard, but you lean in closer, tongue licking experimentally over his bottom lip before he pushes his bigger one down your throat. You’re gagged, and all you can do is sit there and take it while he grinds vigorously against your ass, both of his cocks curving and sliding across your skin with ease thanks to the water. One of his hands grab your breast, pinching and twirling your little pearly nipple with his long fingernails that you couldn’t help but try to pull away from overstimulation after only a few minutes. Sukuna only blandly glances over you before pulling you deeper into his body, now using both his hands to pull and tug at your sensitive buds. You let out soft wails of pleasure, uncaring that the guards and maids could hear you, at this point you wanted to let out all that pent up longing and rage.

You knew the King of Curses was all powerful. His body was like a canvas waiting to be painted. Everyone in the palace knew he could shapeshift and add different body parts to him in “odd” places, but it still caught you off guard when his flat palms were replaced with thrashing mouths that sucked and tugged at your nipples into the warm depths of their slippery mouths. “No—! N-No no! I can’t take it!” You croak, tugging at his stone like wrists to no avail. “Too much! Oh fuck—! Oh fuck!” He thrusts his cocks under you, rubbing his smaller one against your slit, prominent veins bumping and stroking over your tiny clit as he ravishes you whole. He keeps this up for minutes, strong body barely flinching as you twitch and squirm on him.

“I can’t– I— ooooohhh fuck—“

He keeps a steady pace, his lower arms gripping into your fat hips to grind you deeper into him. You were such a small little thing, you’d most likely break when he splits you open, but that’s a risk he’s willing to take if he can have you. “That’s it..scream for me, let everyone hear who owns this pussy..”

He thrusts firmly on your clit, bringing a finger down to rub alongside his thick cock. You almost faint, legs crumbling as soon as you feel that additional firm pressure. He pinches your clit, twirling it around in his ginormous fingers like it was only a small fidget toy. You could feel yourself start to burst open, pussy empty and fluttering while trying to greedily suck in anything it could possibly grab. Your legs twitch violently, and you can’t help but limp over in his arms when you cum with a loud exasperated wail. He helps you through it, a maniacal glint in his eye when you cry out from the delicious sting of overstimulation…He continues slipping his cock through your pretty pussy, only stopping when your skin buzzes and shakes against him.

“Fuck– you look so pretty when you cum, I’ll fucking ruin you for anyone else”

He gently lifts your limp body and places you on the edge of the tub. Your legs dangling in the water as you lay on your stomach. He gives your ass a few squeezes in his large hand before spreading your shaky folds open, exposing your sticky clenching pussy to the warm air.

“There’s that familiar scent..you should be ashamed about lying to your king..” he rubs his colossal finger against your entrance, building up all of your arousal before pushing the thick digit inside you. You can’t help but squirm, pussy slurping and eating greedily at his entry, it felt like too much..and he wasn’t planning on giving you the satisfaction of a break anytime soon.. He makes sure to clamp down on your hip so you can’t pull away. He’ll make sure he properly fucks you open before he even thinks about giving you his cocks. “L-Lord Sukuna! Please — oh god!” You buck up against his long finger, pussy gaping open as soon as you roughly sink back onto it with a desperate grind of your hips. It curled perfectly against your depths, padded fingers firm and hard as it massaged tauntingly over that fragile spot deep inside you.

“You’re fucking greedy, you are..how could you hide this from me?” He gives your pussy a slap before adding another one of his long meaty fingers in your already cramped up little hole.. As soon as it slips inside you leak around him, an arousing sight of your honey like arousal drooling down those fat thighs as you scream out in bliss and discomfort. You were choking on your drool and the thick steamy air around you, short nails clawing into stone for any stability as he fucked your sloppy hole wide open. He made sure to stretch you out thoroughly, splitting his long fingers in a scissor like shape to spread you open. His tiny little human won’t tumble when he finally claims her.

“ I should have you killed for being dishonest to me.” He yanks your hip and rolls you in tune with the thrust of his fingers “I spoil you rotten, and this is how you repay me..”

You cum with another loud scream, body going limp as soon as you spurt around him, he pulls out after a few thrusts before standing up and lifting you over his broad shoulder. You’re too weak to question him or feel embarrassed as he carries your naked body past the guards into his private chambers filled with all his servants. You shyly hide your face behind his chest, but he’s quite quick to grab your chin so you can look at him. The servants are quiet when he enters with you. It wasn’t uncommon for him to be this indecent. They bow, getting to their knees when he flings you gently on his bed.

“My lord, there’s too many people here I—“

“Shhh,” his bottom arms spread you open once more, tugging you near his stomach. You give an embarrassed whimper, legs twisting around as the mouth nestled around his abdomen starts to slurp over your sticky thighs. It eagerly cleans you up, lapping long strides across you before it wraps around your clit. “Ahh!!” You shriek, and Sukuna only laughs at your pathetic little noise. He watched you eagerly as the lower mouth sucked you whole, nibbling and squeezing your bud between its lips. He loved watching you burn from overstimulation, there wasn’t a sight that turned him on more. The tongue on his lower mouth twists in your entrance while a free hand messily massages your overworked clit. Your cries were like a melody, a new beautiful melody he’s never heard before. It doesn’t take long for your overwhelmed body to break, you’re cumming in minutes, pussy heaving before you squirt over his stomach. He’s ready to lap you up, gripping your ankles so you stay perfectly still so his tongue can clean you up.

His large tongue on his stomach laps at you frenzied while a free hand circles over the rim of your asshole, thumb thick and heavy before slipping inside your tight hole. You can’t help but gasp out, nails clawing and digging into the plush mattress below for any sort of stability.

“You’ll appreciate this later, do you think you can take me on like this?” He glides his fingers inside you, another scissor motion to loosen you up for his cock. “Your weak human body..I’d tear it apart, you should be thanking me for even helping you.” Your tongue rolls out your mouth, drool slipping down your chin as you try to find your words. All you could muster were incoherent jumbles of words neither of you could distinguish. “I said “say thank you”, woman.” Another hard slap to your clit has you twisting deeply into the mattress, legs almost giving out from the sting of being spread open for so long.

“T-Thank you!”

Another hard slap

“Thank you!”

Slap—

“Thank you!” You sob, waterlines growing moist with tears when you feel that familiar knot in your lower abdomen twist up again. You had no time to feel embarrassed that the whole palace could hear you cumming on the kings tongue, frankly you were far too fucked out to even care anymore. Too bad you’ll be petrified when you remember this later.

“Finally,” licking his lips, the king pulls out his fingers, the pool of your arousal dripping down your legs to your ass sticky and evident on his large palm. His upper hands grab your ankles, flailing your legs over your head while he pumps his cocks with his lower hand, while the other spreads your pussy open to the cold air. He’d be damned to say he didn’t do a good job spreading you open, the evidence was clear when he peered down at your gaping pulsing holes.

He teases you , the head of his cocks dragging over both your entrances with a grind. He’s kind enough to warn you, everyone knows you’ll probably crack when he finally slips inside, and you do. He’s thick, girthy heads probing next to your smaller holes before slowly pressing inside. It was a stretch unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. Even his thick fingers couldn’t compare to the size of his cocks, and he was only a few inches inside of you. He lets out an animistic purr, curling your legs so that his weight keeps you nice and secure underneath him. He's so heavy…you were heating up from just how close he was and there was nothing you could do about it but take him in, squeezing him so well that even he couldn’t help but groan out in ecstasy. He’s waited months to taste you, slip into your warm cunt and make you cum until you can’t walk anymore. He’s never felt like this about anyone, something about you felt new and exciting, like your natural presence alone softened all his senses. He’s never been a patient man, he’s never been gentle, and even though he wants to ruin your body he can’t help but feel guilty anytime he’s too rough with you. Months together had changed him, everyone except you knew it. The servants could never miss his lingering gaze when you were near him..now that he finally had you he’d ruin you, shape you so you’re molded by his cocks, so no human man can compete. Not that they’d be able to anyway, he’d kill anyone who tried to touch you. Why? He couldn’t even answer that himself.

Inch by inch is aggravatingly slow, your pussy pulsing and dripping onto his mattress and pelvis. You were such a greedy little thing, the more he thrusted you couldn’t help but roll your hips for more of him. Relatively you wanted to hate him, you tried really, really hard, but each time you pushed your hips back to roll against him you knew you were far too gone. You were cock drunk, the very thing splitting you in two was wrapped up in a deep hug that you didn’t want to release.

You both let out an exasperated moan when he finally bottoms out, both cocks snug and comfortable inside as you desperately squeeze around them. He rolls his hips back, strong arms holding up some of his weight so that he doesn’t crush you. He curls out of you, leaving just the heads inside before roughly slapping his hips to your ass. You let out a loud wail, toes curling and wiggling in his grasp. He builds his momentum, muscled hips moving like a freight train. Heavy balls hitting your ass each time he kisses your cervix. He felt so impossibly deep, and something that big that should definitely hurt you has never felt more good.. Unbeknownst to you he used his cursed energy to heal your body, I suppose he had taken inspiration from your healing methods after all.

“Youre going to fucking break me—!” You spat, twisting your head to your shoulder as you breathlessly pant out .

“You’ve been pining for me since the day we met," he whispered against your throat, breath tickling over your warm skin “and now you can’t handle me?”

“I plan on fucking you all damn night,” he jerks into you, heavy milky pre cum dripping down your thighs “you’re mine. And I’ll make sure everyone here knows it.”

At first it was Kojiro.

When you first met him, you were in middle school, and he had saved you from some nasty kids who had cornered you in the hallway. They were pulling and messing with your hair, pointing out and comparing your obvious differences, and even called you all sorts of terrible things like an ugly duckling, a fish, and of course a monkey. 

But before a possible alteration could break out, Kojiro came in and saved you, threatening them with a beating if they continued harassing you. After that the green haired boy had you stick close to him. 

You shared quite a bit of classes with him, and he was pretty well liked, very bold and friendly and passionate. You also frequently saw him with another boy who had pink hair. They were… Well, you sometimes couldn’t tell. They fought like cats and dogs but also stuck together like glue. You being reversed and still new to your new surroundings, never really bothered to try and get acquainted with them. 

But anyways.  

After getting used to Kojiro’s open friendliness, you found that he understood you to an extent. He too is biracial, half Japanese and half Italian, and although he understood his experiences won't exactly compare to yours he understood, and that enough made you feel a little less alone. 

You inquired about his friend, Kaoru, and the green haired boy told you that his best friend slash enemy was at home sick.

You were wary about immediately trusting people, but Kojiro made it so hard for you. It was mostly because he was so nice and charming. And because he was pretty… 

Damn your heart amirite?

For the next two days you grew close fast, Kojiro already claiming you as his second best friend, and on that Monday you met his first best friend… And enemy…?

Kaoru Sakurayashiki.

You were intimidated for sure. That last name came from a rich background, and you were a bit wary of rich folk, so you were a bit standoffish with the pink haired boy, and it didn’t help that Kaoru was a bit rude towards you.

You noticed how clingy and possessive he was toward Kojiro, and his bluntness and fierce glare intimidated you. For a moment you felt like you wouldn’t be friends, but on that fateful day you two were assigned a project together.

Thankfully you actually got your work done, and you’re not sure how the hell it happened but you both talked eventually (after a bit of awful and awkward silence of course). 

You talked normally and found each other's company to be not so bad. You both enjoyed art and had your own forms you specifically enjoyed, yours being dance, writing, and occasionally trying a hand at music- mostly making lyrics- while Kaoru was into drawing and also writing. You both also enjoyed dabbling into philosophy, and both have anxiety. 

After opening up, Kaoru had formally apologized to you for his previous behavior and explained that he was just scared of Kojiro leaving him behind. 

“But that’s still not an excuse to be so mean to you. I will work on that behavior and make sure not do it again. I hope you will forgive me (Y/N). I really want us to be friends,” he apologies with a nervous look.

And you forgave him of course after seeing how genuine he truly was.

Kojiro was excited that you two were friendly and got along together (and good god your poor heart stuttered at his huge, bright grin), and then the three of you became a close knitted trio. 

You didn’t bother with your feelings, more focused on your family, friendship, and studies, and you wanted it to stay that way even when you realized you liked Kaoru the same way you like Kojiro. 

You actually got extremely confused about that because was it normal for someone to like two people at the same time?? Well, after reading Twilight and consuming other media you relaxed on it and continued consulting with your journal.

Then comes the time you upgraded to high schoolers… Bless your heart, both boys seemingly grew up overnight and were looking very handsome, and it stunned you. But that's not all that changed. 

Kojiro grew to be more of a flirt and Kaoru, well he was hardcore hitting a rebellious stage. Gone was his usual sophisticated look and in was the more edgy but very fashionable look he adopted eagerly. His piercings and suaveness made you flustered, and Kojiro’s flirts and growing muscles nearly stopped your heart. 

And their voices… 

But besides changes with them physically, they began to pick up skateboarding and grew a bit of an audience at school. Many times you’ve seen and heard them getting written or verbal love confessions or fan support. For Kojiro it stroked his growing ego, for Kaoru it was partially the same but he was also indifferent to them.

“A nice confidence booster, but I’m not interested.”

“That’s why you’re painfully single, Pinky~.”

“Are you saying you’re taken then??” Kaoru gripes, glaring at the green haired teen.

Kojiro just gives a playful shrug, staring pointedly at Kaoru with a grin threatening to split his face.

“Kaoru, with how big his head is getting and it not showing signs of deflating anytime soon, I’m sure he’ll remain bitchless,” you say matter of factly, a small smirk on your face.

Your comment pulls a loud laugh outta the pinkette and the green haired himbo was choking and sputtering nonsense.

Although you acted cool about it in the outside, you were scared of losing them. You really wanted to be with them, but ain’t no way you wanted to tell them about your feelings. You were scared they’d think you’re too freaky and leave, or worse that the confession will ruin your friendship and make things awkward between you. 

So you kept your mouth shut and continued to only fantasize throughout the years.

Adam, another rich boy who joined your group, found out about your crush on Kojiro and Kaoru, and you were mortified and wondered just how obvious you were being. All he told you was just that you’d zone out at times and he pieced together some things in your writing pieces you let him see. He’d sometimes tease you about it, but ultimately he promised to never tell a soul about your feelings, and you were grateful for it.

All was pretty much great, but it changed on that fateful day… 

~On Valentine’s Day.~

You were looking for Kaoru and Kojiro that chilly school morning, trying to give them their gifts- something you did yearly on February 14th so that being single wasn’t always painful. After searching the campus grounds and checking the group chat, you headed to the rooftop spot, a place you hung out often at for lunch or when you wanted to skip class. You found the door slightly ajar and when you pushed it a bit you were confronted with the sight of your two best friends who were in a startling intimate position. 

Kaoru was straddled in Kojiro’s lap, pale fingers tangled in short green hair while tan, sunkissed hands held Kaoru’s ass and his luscious pink hair as they swapped spit together. They were so caught up in each other they hadn’t noticed you at all, thankfully enough. You bolted once you broke out of your trance, not caring if the door slammed since you booked it the fuck outta there and knew they wouldn’t catch to see who had caught them. Your heart was beating like a damn racehorse in your ears and your eyes were burning like acid.

You hid in the bathroom, catching your breath and trying to make sense of what happened. Your best friends were definitely more than just friends… They looked so.. Intimate. But maybe it could have just been pure lust…?

Nah, your gut tells you it’s something more. Something romantic. 

You ended up crying into your hands, crying and laughing with disbelief, and felt terrible for crying. Of course you’re not disgusted by them being together.

No. You just selfishly wish you were involved too… Your heart is hurting but you’re also happy for them and hope that they’re happy.

It’s not long before the two are blowing up the group chat asking about where you were and talking about their morning, and you put on your brave face, washing your eyes until the redness is mostly gone before meeting your gang of friends at your other usual meeting spot.

And you sincerely hope they don’t see, feel, or even smell the sad bitch energy that radiated off from you.

“Hey, there you are!” Kojiro calls out cheerfully as he spots you coming over, ruby eyes sparkling.

Kaoru, who was checking on his lip piercing on his phone (you highly doubted that's what he was actually doing), perks up and gives you a collected smile while Adam gives you a simple smile and wave.

“And you got our gifts!” the green haired teen adds, his excitement growing.

“Yeah…,” you reply softly before handing over your gifts to the three. Kojiro got a heart shaped box of assorted chocolates, Kaoru got a small stuffed bear with two chocolate roses, and lastly Adam got a pretty decent sized heart shaped chocolate. You in turn were given expensive chocolates by Kaoru, a bag of hot lime flavored cheetos, along with a Cantu package and a new pretty bonnet from Kojiro, and your favorite flowers with more chocolates from Adam.

“Thanks so much, (Y/N),” Kaoru says sweetly, looking at the bear in his hands with fondness, and you give him a smile and nod.

“Now you got two,” Kojiro teases the pinkette, causing his eyes to briefly widen.

“Two?” Adam inquires lightly, tilting his head a bit while he tries opening the boxed up chocolate. 

You swallow the lump in your throat, already having an idea of what Kojiro means.

The green haired teen pulls the pinkette roughly into a side hug, grinning. “I got Pinkey over here a bear that was made to look like me! Now he can hug it and never feel alone or miss me!”

Adam laughs and you do your best to make yours believable while Kaoru has a blush on his cheeks, looking irritated. 

“Yes..  And I hate it.”

You know he’s lying. You’re sure that Kaoru absolutely loves it and will cherish it forever and ever. It’s so fucking romantic and cute, but fuck does it hurt at the same.

“Keep telling yourself that!” Kojiro replies before ruffling Kaoru's hair and pushing him away roughly, causing a playful fight to break out between them.

Boy was it going to be hard to keep yourself together, but you were going to be happy for the two and hope your feelings die down.