THE ONE TOOTH

THE ONE TOOTH

PAPAMIN!!! ft. baby yuji ☆

‎𐔌 ᩧ ຼ ˳ 　　　It was late, and the house was quiet as you shifted uncomfortably in bed. The cramps had been gnawing at your abdomen all night, making it impossible to fall into a deep sleep. You tried not to move too much, not wanting to disturb Sukuna, who was resting beside you. He rarely seemed vulnerable, but in his sleep, his sharp features softened just enough to remind you that even the King of Curses needed rest.

But no matter how hard you tried to keep still, your body betrayed you. A small, pained groan escaped your lips as another wave of cramps tightened around your stomach, causing you to curl in on yourself. Sukuna’s body twitched beside you, and for a moment, you thought he was still asleep. Until you heard it—a low, rumbling growl from deep in his chest.

You froze. Was he... growling?

It took a few seconds before you realized what was happening. The faint scent of blood must’ve hit his heightened senses, and like a predator picking up on the tiniest shifts in the air, Sukuna was reacting to it. His brow furrowed slightly as he inhaled through his nose, the smell of your period filling his senses. He shifted in his sleep, instinctively moving closer to you, a territorial edge to the way his arm draped over your waist.

You could feel his fingers twitching against your skin as if unconsciously staking his claim. Another small growl escaped him, softer this time but no less possessive.

Suddenly, his eyes fluttered open, and you found yourself face-to-face with a very awake—and very intense—Sukuna. His crimson gaze locked onto yours, still hazy from sleep but filled with an unmistakable sense of protectiveness.

“You’re in pain,” he said gruffly, voice low and rough from sleep. “I can feel it.”

You opened your mouth to protest, your face flushing with embarrassment. “I didn’t mean to wake you. It’s just… cramps. It’s nothing, really—”

His grip on you tightened just slightly, cutting off your sentence as he stared at you, his eyes narrowing in a way that left no room for argument. “Dumb girl,” he warned, as if what he said before was the most obvious thing in the world. His tone was matter-of-fact, yet there was an underlying possessiveness in the way he said it, as if it was something unbreakable. “I will keep you safe, as your king.”

You swallowed, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. “Sukuna, it’s just—”

“I don’t care what it is,” he interrupted, his voice softening just a little, though the stubbornness was still there. “Your body is suffering, and I will ease your pain.”

You opened your mouth to argue again, but the intensity in his gaze left you speechless. He didn’t just want to help—you could tell he needed to, like some primal instinct had taken over. Just like how animals got protective and snuggly around women on their periods, Sukuna’s instincts were flaring up. You could see it in the way his muscles tensed, the way he hovered protectively over you, as if keeping you safe from something unseen.

You sighed, feeling your embarrassment wash away as you realized how serious he was. “It’s just… it’s a little embarrassing,” you admitted softly, looking down. “I don’t want to bother you.”

Sukuna let out a quiet snarl of irritation. “You’re my mate. You’ll never bother me.” He shifted, pulling you closer into his chest as his large hand splayed across your abdomen, the warmth of his palm immediately soothing against your aching muscles. “Let me take care of you.”

Despite the initial embarrassment, the heat of his body and the firm but gentle pressure of his hand on your stomach made you relax. The pain wasn’t as sharp with him so close, and the reassurance in his gravely voice eased some of the discomfort in your chest, too.

You snuggled into him, allowing yourself to rest against his tattooed chest. His growls quieted into a soft rumble, more like a contented purr now, as he nuzzled his face into your hair.

“I’ve got you,” Sukuna murmured, his voice a quiet, possessive promise. “You’re mine. No one gets to hurt you. Not even your own body.”

And even though it was still a little embarrassing, you felt safer than ever wrapped in his arms, knowing that he would always be there to protect you—even from something as simple as cramps.　　‿ ݂۫ ׄ ༊࿔

I want to eat his back omg

Ⴀ͡კႠ͡ what's he whispering?

jealousy...

pairing: sukuna x afab reader

content: a little angsty but fluffy at the end :") ughhh can roomie sukuna just admit his feelings already??

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Sukuna bounded up the stairs to your shared apartment, feeling oddly happy today - no one pissed him off too badly at work, his favorite ramen place gave him extra meat slices during lunch without him asking for it, and he left the studio early because his last appointment got postponed. he bought an extra serving of dinner to share with you, looking forward to spending a nice, quiet evening together.

things were good between the both of you recently - there were little moments that lingered in his mind, little actions that made him wonder if you saw him as more than a friend. and he wondered if he was starting to feel the same way about you too.

he opened the front door and kicked off his shoes. as he bent down to remove his socks, he froze. staring back at him were a pair of shoes that were not yours and definitely not his. dark brown Oxfords, size 11 or 12. his face immediately darkened and he straightened his back slowly. he called your name a couple of times, before he heard you walking out of your room.

“hey, Kuna, you’re back early!” you exclaimed, putting on your earrings. Sukuna noticed that you were dressed up, looking radiant and ready to head out. he maintained a slight frown as you busied yourself with checking your purse. 

“whose shoes are those?” he asked gruffly, skipping over the greeting.

“oh, they’re my colleague’s, he’s in the bathroom. i’ll introduce you guys when he’s out!”

Sukuna moved to put the food on the table, eyeing the closed bathroom door cautiously. a few moments later, it swung open and a tall, blonde man stepped out.

“Sukuna, this is Kento, a friend from work! Kento, this is my roommate, Sukuna.”

“hi, nice to meet you,” Kento moved towards Sukuna for a handshake, with Sukuna maintaining his glare at him. 

“nice to meet you too.” his response was cold and forced as he reciprocated the handshake. Kento, the gentleman that he was, smiled nonetheless and turned to you.

“we should get going, there might be traffic on the way to the restaurant.”

“oh, you’re right! bye, Kuna - see you tonight!” you beamed as you slipped on your heels. Kento followed behind you, giving Sukuna a slight nod to say goodbye as the both of you stepped out of the apartment.

in the silence, Sukuna heard his heart beating loudly and heat rose up his face as his eyes remained fixed on the closed door.

--

“so… you’re not sure if he likes you?” Kento sipped on his wine slowly, questioning you with a raised brow.

“yeah…” you tapped your fingers on your glass.

“... you’re really not sure?”

“yeah - why are you asking me like that?

Kento chuckled, taking another sip of his wine. “did you see the look on his face when you introduced us just now?” 

you shook your head.

“if looks could kill, i would’ve died ten times.”

you remained quiet, unconvinced and shifting in your seat. 

“he also squeezed my hand really hard - and i swear i heard his teeth grinding while he shook my hand.”

“he usually takes time to warm up to people though.” 

Kento hummed in thought, while his fiancee smiled gently at him and turned to you.

“it sounds like he was really jealous, my dear. i wasn’t even there and i can sense it, loud and clear.”

you blinked at her, still unsure. you felt shy at the thought of Sukuna being so possessive of you. 

—

as you opened the front door, you saw Sukuna sitting at the dining table in the dim lighting. his head tilted upwards when he heard you enter the house.

“hey, Kuna!”

“hey.” 

it was the same tone he used when Kento introduced himself earlier and you shuddered slightly. it had been a long time since he last spoke to you this coldly. you treaded carefully past him, wanting desperately to wash up and sleep off your thoughts.

“how was your date?” he asked without looking up, staring right at his bottle of beer.

“it wasn’t a date.”

he glanced up at you, meeting your eyes. you wondered if his frown stayed on his face since he got home. and why did he look so exhausted?

“Kento’s fiancee met us at the restaurant,” you continued. “small world, she used to be my classmate from college.”

Sukuna’s eyes remained on you, blinking slowly while registering your response. his gaze visibly softened as he nodded and looked back at his beer. he didn’t say anything else for a few moments and you exhaled.

“i’m going to wash up and go to bed. goodnight, Kuna.” you turned and didn’t look back, starting to feel tired of this constant push and pull in your heart.

“wait.”

you stopped in your tracks, turning around slowly. he walked up to you, his tall figure looming over yours, his aura heavy and imposing. yet, his eyes were gentle and warm, looking down at you with sincerity and want. you fluttered your eyes as you struggled to maintain eye contact, unsure of what his next move was going to be.

Sukuna engulfed you in his arms, wrapping around you tightly, his head resting in the crook of your neck. you gasped softly at his sudden action, lightly placing your hands on his back as a reflex.

“i’m sorry for how i behaved earlier. i was being rude to you and your friend.”

your breath hitched at the apology, surprised at how gently he spoke to you. you pulled him in closer and lightly patted on his back.

“it’s okay, Kuna. thank you for apologizing.”

Sukuna breathed you in for a few more moments before letting go. you kept your eyes on each other for a few more seconds before he finally said goodnight and walked back to his room. you were left in the silence, doubts that your roommate had feelings for you dissipating quickly.

Sukuna closed his room door and leaned against it, thinking about when would be the perfect time to confess his feelings to you.

-> the demon in heaven

trueform!ryomen sukuna x reader

summary: he claims he doesn't love, but what if things finally get intimate and he gets lost in the feeling of.. well, you.

warning/s: smut, fluff, teasing, degrading (starting off strong), praise, use of sukuna's stomach mouth, eating out, p in v, slight pussy slapping, sukuna has two dicks but no anal lmao, sukuna is stuck in his own love crisis, denial sukuna, feel free to point out any mistakes

word count: 5,7k

a/n: the support on the last fic was crazy, genuinely thank you guys!! <3 love y'all, hope you enjoy!

you can read this without having read part one, but it would make some references easier to understand!

"whore."

you squeak, jumping up and down to reach your thong from sukuna's hold. he barely has to hold it up, all it takes is for his upper arms to hold it above your head and you're bugging around, already having the audacity to try and climb him.

"that— give it back!"

"a prude like you? with something like this? how quaint," he sneers, twirling the garment playfully. "what, you trying to act all innocent? doesn't add up."

"just because—" you start, your cheeks red, "I wear this, doesn't mean I—" you yelp, jumping even higher, almost managing to grab the cloth, "—I'm a whore!—" you give up, your hands stretched in the air as you stare up at him, "it's just underwear!"

it's been almost three months with sukuna now, and you can't say that these months were the worst ones of your life. surprisingly, you've never felt like this. you enjoy his company, enjoy making food for him, sharing a bed with him, having conversations — him being not next to you feels unnatural now, and you're starting to hate it everytime gojo visits you, because you know that means sukuna has to stay in a seperate room until the sorcerer leaves.

megumi and yuji have been visiting as well, but you don't keep them around for long. you don't want them to think sukuna is mean to you because he's mean to them. you don't need their pity.

you know they're missing you, and you do aswell, but you can't face them. not yet, not with the curse refusing to spare someone some dignity and humiliation.

sukuna quirks an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced, "tch. sure. explain to me why anyone would wear something so ridiculous then."

you blink, momentarily caught off guard. "wait... you really don’t know?"

he lowers the thong slightly, eyes narrowing. "what's there to know? It looks like something a whore would wear."

you groan, rubbing a hand over your face. "well yes— but no—"

"make up your goddamn mind, woman."

you scoff, slightly offended that he wont give you the time to explain, "sukuna, it's not like that. women wear these for... comfort sometimes. it's just less bulky under certain clothes. It's practical!"

He stares at you, unimpressed. "comfort? that looks anything but comfortable."

"It is!" you insist. "okay, look, it's designed to not show lines under tight clothes, and sometimes it's just… easier to wear." you hesitate, unsure how much detail you really need to give. "it doesn't mean anything about, you know, what kind of person I am."

"you mean a slut—"

"s'kuna!"

sukuna scoffs, looking at the thong again as if it's the most baffling thing he's ever seen. "you're telling me women wear these... out of practicality?"

"yes!" you basically cry out, "it's just underwear. that's it. now gimme,"

he frowns, still clearly not getting it, but the mockery in his eyes fades just slightly. "humans are strange," he mutters under his breath, tossing the thong back to you.

you catch it with an annoyed huff, crossing your arms. "it's not strange. you just have no idea what you're talking about."

sukuna shoots you a sideways glance, smirking. "maybe. but watching you try to explain it is entertaining enough."

you glare at him, cheeks still red. "you're impossible. atleast I don't go commando under a kimono."

"tsk, don't act like you don't love it. Basically drooling every it everytime I look at y—"

"h-hey— how'd you kn-"

"sweetheart, I don't have these for no reason." he scowls, motioning to his lower eyes. you blush, partly out of embarassment and because he used a new name for you. your throat goes dry. sweetheart?

he doesn't seem bothered enough to mind the slipout (?), crossing his upper arms whilst letting his lower ones hang loosely to his sides.

"what, all it took was for me to point out your miserable attempts at drooling over me for you to shut up?"

"you're insufferable."

"has this turned into your mantra?"

"with you around, yeah."

he huffs, but he doesn't sound upset or disappointed. in fact, you catch onto the slight amusment in his sound, the corners of his lips raised into a slight smirk.

though, as much as you'd like to deny it, you find yourself proving sukuna right as you stare at his exposed upper body, his pecs barely covered by the black edge he usually wears. his abs — oh god his abs — they're like sugar buns coated in glaze—

..

what?

you scoff, trying to look away but before you can do that, the next thing catches your attention. his mouth. well, the one on the stomach. something about it keeps distracting you, it has pointy teeth, just like his, the infamous markings of ryomen sukuna coat its tongue's surface, and it's always mimicking sukuna's normal mouth. and right now, it has a smirk plastered across his abdomen.

"...kuna?" you murmur, your voice small as you force yourself to look at the ground.

"brat."

"maybe we should get you some normal clothin—"

"no."

you sigh, crossing your arms in defeat. it was worth a try.

"you keep this non-sense up, maybe you should try some traditional clothing, brat. that 'fashion' or whatever you want to call it looks absurd."

you dont find yourself taking any offense for some reason. actually, thinking about it, it does sound amazing. however, it's been ages since you've worn a kimono, and the last time you did it you had help putting it on. looking like an idiot for not being able to put on clothing was not something you wanted to experience today.

"..I haven't worn kimono's in a long while."

he scoffs, all of his four eyes intently watching you, making you want to shrivel yourself up into existence. "if that's your way of saying that you're inable of putting them on yourself then that's pathetic. if you need help, ask for it like it's done, woman."

"fuck y— ack! okay! help me, please!" you wince as he flicks your forehead using one of his hanging arms. with a scowl engraved into his features, he speaks, no, demands, "room, now."

and as you make your way to your room, you let your mind wander, thinking about his little gestures.

the king of curses flicked your forehead whilst he could've just 'accidentally' pinched your nose too hard, maybe even break it by doing do. or maybe he could've tried to shush you with a hand against your mouth and by that 'accidentally' tighten his grip until your skin was decorated by bruises.

but he didn't.

he flicked your forehead.

as you sit on your bed, your legs dangling in the air, you wait for the curse to join you in the room. he follows a few minutes later, wearing some black sweatpants and a large tee whilst his kimono is swung over his lower right arm.

you gulp.

the sweats make your insides boil, a warmth spreading through your whole body. you clench your jaw and shut your eyes, dwelling on the sight of the man wearing normal clothes that fit him oh so well.

you've seen him wearing his non-traditional clothes alot of times by now, but this time you feel different. you feel hot, bothered, needy — over some sweatpants?

sure, you get horny after a while of not having touched yourself (because of that inhumanely large, scary curse following you around like a lost puppy twenty-four-seven) but never have you been this desperate for some touch in such a short timing.

it must be your ovulation. maybe it hit harder than the last few times?

"off."

your head snaps towards him, confusion written all over your face. he, as always, scowls, a disgusted frown plastered across his face as he elaborates, "clothes off. woman—" he groans.

you freeze at his words, your mind racing. you can feel his gaze on you, heavy and unrelenting, as if daring you to defy him. you swallow, trying to maintain some semblance of composure.

"you could at least ask nicely," you mutter, crossing your arms in a weak attempt to stand your ground.

sukuna smirks — a smirk that sends a shiver down your spine. "I don't do nice. now, are you going to undress, or do I also have to do that for you?"

your breath catches in your throat, your cheeks flushing deeper. he's not bluffing, you know that, and it pisses you off. if only you wouldn't back down the second he got all hard on you. you narrow your eyes at him.

"I can handle it," you snap, grumbling.

he watches you, clearly entertained, as you slowly start to peel off your clothes. every movement feels awkward, self-conscious under his gaze. his eyes plastered on you, taking in every inch of skin you reveal, and it only makes your heart beat harder. you try to ignore the way your body reacts — how the air feels thicker, how your skin tingles under the weight of his stare.

when you're finally left in just your undergarments, you stop, but he doesn't budge.

oh so these belong off too?

"do I need to—"

"yes."

you moan, throwing your head back in annoyance.

"you know, you could turn around," you say, half-joking but fully hoping.

he huffs a low laugh, the sound almost mocking you, "why would I? it's not like I haven't seen all of this before."

your body stiffens at his words and you blush. how does he always manage to make moments like these feel like the two of you are some kind of a couple? "you—"

"don't test me, brat. get on with it," he growls, his tone sending a clear message that clearly means 'I'm not in the mood for games'.

reluctantly, you tug off the last of your clothes, standing bare before him. the room feels colder now, and you rub your arms, feeling exposed—not just physically, but in every possible way. sukuna steps beside you, holding his kimono in the air — and it towers over you, probably twice, perhaps thrice, the size of you.

with surprising care, he begins to dress you, wrapping the fabric around your body. his hands are precise as they tie the obi and smooth out the silk. you fit your arms into the upper sleeves, two lower sleeves hanging loosely at your sides. his large palms guide your hands through the holes, his grasp on your arm tight, but not enough to actually hurt. he stares with no shame, although he's more concentrated on getting you to fit into the large cloth.

the entire time, he remains silent.

suddenly, his lower arms come to hold you, pulling you to stand on the bed. you yelp out of surprise, but eventually calm down. you're now eye-height with him, and you blush as you catch his smaller eyes looking far more down as to where your eyes actually are.

he tugs at your arm, forcing you to turn around.

"you wear it like this," he murmurs, his breath warm against your ear as he ties the final knot.

for a moment, neither of you move. you stand there, wrapped in the layers of the kimono, yet still feeling bare under his gaze.

you crane your neck, trying to find your voice. "is... is it done?"

he leans in slightly, his lips curling into a smirk you can't see but practically hear, "it's done." he says, but his tone suggests something that makes your stomach flip.

you jump off the bed with excitement, barely noticing how sukuna stays in the room, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, watching you like a hawk. you rush to the mirror, standing directly in front of him as you twirl and admire the kimono he helped you into.

"oh my god!" you squeal, smoothing your hands over the silk. "sukuna, it's so beautiful!" you spin around, trying to catch every angle, oblivious to sukuna's sharp gaze. the fabric clings to your body in all the right places, and the obi hugs your waist tightly, making you feel elegant. the two empty lower arm sleeves are bound to your sides like a belt, showing off your curves just perfectly.

he says nothing, his presence heavy behind you as you admire yourself in the mirror. as you glance at your reflection, you catch sight of him, standing there, watching you. your breath hitches. sukuna, in his full, intimidating looks, stands behind you, his eyes locked on your form — he almost looks at you as if you're his prey.

and for some sickening reason, you clench your thighs as some warmth spurts through your body, resting inbetween your legs and leaving you to hold back a moan.

you've never been this desperately horny. you wanted to scream, cry, really, but that was not an option now.

and then it hits you — harder than it ever has before. looking at him, the way his body towers behind you, the way he watches you without saying a word, something snaps inside. your eyes flick back to his reflection in the mirror, and you notice every detail — the sharpness of his jaw, the ripple of muscle beneath his exposed skin, the way his four eyes bore into you like they're seeing everything you're oh so desperately try to hide. your body reacts instinctively, betraying you as a slow heat starts to pool in your lower stomach.

you've felt attraction before, but nothing like this — nothing this overwhelming, this sudden. it's like your body's on fire, every nerve heightened, every breath feeling heavier. the tension in the room thickens, your heart races, and before you know it, you're biting your lip, staring at him longer than you should, admiring his heavy muscles and his sharp features.

and sukuna watches you like a predator, and he's annoyed. he wonders why you're playing with him, why you're acting so oblivious — that is until he glances at your expression, finding those innocent eyes of yours. only then does he get it. he understands that you're simply unaware, a complete idiot.

"you're a complete idiot."

you blink, confused by his sudden statement. turning around to face him, you tilt your head, "what? why am I—"

"you really don't get it, do you?" sukuna's tone is low, almost raspy.

"what are you talking about?" you frown, genuinely lost.

sukuna huffs in frustration, his lower eyes narrowing as his upper pair stays fixed on you. "don't act stupid, brat. you think I can't feel it?"

huh?

"you think I'm not aware of every little reaction you have?"

every reaction?

your breath catches in your throat, and you swallow hard. "I don't—"

"you're aroused," he says bluntly, cutting you off. "and you think it's not obvious? you think I wouldn't notice when your body and soul practically scream at me?"

your face flushes with embarrassment, heat pooling in your cheeks. "I—I'm not—" you stammer, but the words die in your throat. you can't deny the way your body feels—warm, sensitive, on edge.

he steps closer, and you take an instinctive step back, your mind racing to process what he's saying. "you're aroused," he repeats, all of his eyes fixated on your every move, "and with us bound together.."

he stops.

you look up.

he blinks.

you blink back.

"...oh."

"that's why it's hitting you so hard."

not only did sukuna's presence alone make you horny, but you also just found out that his presence adds to the fucking effect of feeling like this. he enhances it. and you'd lie if you'd say that this didn't irritated you for one bit.

sukuna seems to notice your frown and your furrowed eyebrows, to which he scoffs, obviously annoyed.

"you think I'm not affected too?" his voice is low now, almost a growl. "you think being bound to you doesn't mean I can feel every shift, every spike in your hormones? when you're like this, brat, it hits me too. but you... you're too stupid to even realize it."

you gaze at the curse, and only then do you notice how his fists are clenched, his muscles all tense.. he wears a frown on his stomach-mouth aswell.. and..

the bulge.

you grow red — oh fuck. okay you may actually feel bad now, you're doing this to him too.

"I didn't know..." you manage to say, your voice barely a whisper.

"of course you didn't." sukuna spits, his expression unreadable, "humans are so clueless. you're.. hormonal, and that makes things complicated."

you can barely breathe. you don't know what to say, your mind racing with the realization of how deeply you made him suffer too. you bite your lip, trying to regain your composure.

sukuna steps even closer, "pathetic," he mutters, looking you up and down, "you can't even handle your own body. it’s amusing, really."

"I..." you try to speak, but you can't seem to find the right words. you twitch and your thighs clench together instinctively. your body is betraying you, and there's no way to hide it from him.

"tch," he clicks his tongue, "go on."

and for what feels like the millionth time of the day, you perk up at him, tilting your head in confusion.

he sighs, annoyed.

"ask for it."

"ask for what?"

"stupid brat, I could give your body the satisfaction it desires, but I'm getting second thoughts now that you can't even catch up on this."

your heart simmers, your eyes go wide — he's willing to help you.

it would be disrespectful to refuse on his offer, right?

after all, it's not everyday the king of curses offers his help, let alone offer to fuck you. you've been suffering under this constant pressure of needing something inbetween your legs, and you can imagine that he also needs some release, some kind of physical pleasure. it's just something that'll help you out mutually. you both get something out of this, and it's not because you desire it, it's because you need it. it's not like you want sukuna to bend you over and use those two weapons you've been thinking about ever since that shower. the way those monsters brushed your mere skin left you shivering at the thought of them co-existing with you—

ah who are you kidding.

"fuck me, please."

surprisingly, that's all it took. he grunts, his eyes lazily darting up and down your form before he throws you over his shoulder, leaving you a squealing mess.

"quit your squirming, woman. I am giving you what you wanted."

"w-wait— 'kuna I- I don't know if I'm ready!—" you cry out as he throws you on top of the bed, his shirt already getting ripped off of him. he stares at you. you truly think he's doing this to get himself off, and that without even giving you a proper preparation.

hasn't he showed you his gratitude after all these weeks of being nothing but a domestic curse living alongside of you?

letting you cuddle yourself up to him, feeding him, bathing with him, joking around with him and you still think he'd do that to you?

sure, maybe back in the heian era where he used to have concubines this would be an option, but you're too soft for this. you're too soft for his own liking, and yet, he can't help but use every opportunity to touch you.

"I'm not taking you unprepared, if that's what you're hinting at." he speaks lowly, sending shivers down your spine as you find his eyes watching you closely.

you whine, finding yourself unconsciously spreading your legs and leaning back on your elbows. a moment of relief hits you at his words, making you fall back into the pillow, sighing and relaxing.

that's until you feel warm air against your cunt. you yelp, jumping out of your relaxed position, but his upper arms prevent you from doing so. he pins you down, and you find his face just a few inches away from your clothed cunt. embarassment rushes over you and you try to squirm away, but that's no use.

he seems to have given up at trying to calm you down, so he continues with his actions — it's only after a few seconds when you feel his face pressed into your pussy, his nose brushing your folds and, to your humiliation, your wetness coming in contact with him. the mere silk of the kimono is something you'd barely call coverage.

you kick your legs whilst bucking your hips, but he's faster to react. in just a few moments you've switched positions and he's beneath you. your legs straddle his stomach and it takes you a short while to realize what exactly spurts the weirdly wet, warm feeling in between your thighs.

"aahh!- 'k-kuna!—" you whimper, but that's no use as his hands come to loosen the little bit of cloth that was holding his kimono in place. he exposes every bit of your front, the silk falling down your shoulders and creating an opening to get a glimpse of your pussy. you whine, blushing.

you feel it before you see it — his tongue slithers out of the slit on his stomach, lapping at your cunt without any warning. yelping, you fall forward, holding into sukuna's chest. "sukuna!-" you look up at him only to find the nastiest grin he's ever worn.

you moan, hiding your face in his chest, resisting the urge to kiss, nibble and lick all over him. god how much you want to— fuckfuckfuck.

you're not sure which, but one of his hands come to lift your chin, "none of that." he scolds, his tongue properly wetting your cunt with his saliva. you whimper, hopelessly trying to hold yourself propped up on his front as his tongue digs deeper into your folds. the muscle teases your entrance, and god forbid, it's huge. you've been worrying so much about taking his dicks to the point where you've forgotten that he still has this.

before the panic can get to you, the tongue does. it enters you, and the curse beneath you grunts. you cry out a strings of 'slowdownslowdown—' which goes ignored by the large man.

"y-you're so fucking tight, brat. stop clenching and let me prepare you properly." despite the lack of conversation you two had during this, he has grown obsessed over your taste. he has had enough concubines — yeah, he rarely really did something, but none of them were this addicting. he only gave them a prep to make the actual sex more enjoyable, after all, even the king of curses likes to have his dick in something that's wet and ready for him. however, as his tongue dumbs you down, swirling inside of you as if trying to lick the remaining ice cream in a cup, he finds himself quite content with this alone.

"hhhahhh- 'ss- good!" you moan, having lost your ability to talk normally.

"'kuna, k-ngh! 'm gonna- c-cum!"

"not yet."

a pinch of panic rushes through your body. not yet? do you look like you can hold in a literal orgasm?

"'k-ngh mmh- thas not how it haaah woorks!—"

"quit talking and focus." a demand. and you out of all people should know not to disobey the ryomen sukuna.

however, for someone who wanted you to hold back a release, his tongue curled inside of you, sending a shudder through you. you cry out as he thrusts harder inside of you, the sounds that echo through the room leaving you a blushing mess. the loud wet, squelching, nasty — even if he wont show it, the demon eats like this could be his last meal.

and just as you thought that you couldn't hold it in anymore — just as you thought you might've had to disobey sukuna — his chest rumbled, signaling you that he was about to talk, "now."

you cry out as your orgasm hits you, hard. It leaves you a quivering mess as you gush all over sukuna's mouth, basically feeding him. he groans, his tongue working you through your high.

the curse feeds off of your cum, your moans, the taste of your sickly sweet skin — he doesn't stop, not when you're moaning his name as if he were an angel, and he couldn't help but wonder—

why?

he forced the panic out of you, scaring you if you'd get the idea to disobey him. he teased you, his tongue filling your walls and stretching you beyond possibility. and he refused to stop after you came, overstimulating you with ease.

and yet, you were sobbing as you spoke your thank you's, praising him as if he just solved a world issue.

"than— hic thank you!- t-thank you s-somuch-" you cry, hugging him with your face pressed into his chest.

"what are you thanking me for, brat?" he murmurs, his arms wrapping around your shivering, naked form.

"y-hhmm you m-made m' feel so good- thank you— thank you!" you moan, his wet muscle moving out of you.

truthfully, he thought you were pathetic. why would you thank someone like him? have you got no survival instincts — being in the bed with the king of curses, who in fact, should be feared beyond nightmares. he thinks you're lucky that he's here, otherwise you'd be used in ways your dumb mind wouldn't comprehend.

you're lucky he's here, really. he'll keep you safe.

"pathetic. you don't think I'm done with you, do you?" to his surprise, you nod your head, completely submissive under his gaze. "you.. you n-need to.. need this too. I haa- I w'nna help you too.."

he stiffens beneath you, and a part of him wishes to take you right then and there — to bend you over and stuff you full with his cocks, to make you show some more of your gratitude, to show that you need him just as bad. but the other part knows that you'd just break like a piece of glass.

he figures he'll take it slow with you, make sure you're ready for him.

he switches your positions, placing you with your back against the mattress, your legs spread and your slick dripping into the sheets. you whine, the cold breeze hitting your cunt.

he licks your pussy one more time before taking off his black sweats, grunting something about 'stupid human clothing'.

"y-you're not wearing any boxers?!"

"what'd be the purpose of that?" he scoffs, his dicks hard and leaking pre-cum.

has he been holding these two monsters back all the time? wouldn't that be painful?

you watch as he strokes his cocks, and only then does the fear rise —

"I can't—"

"you will."

you whine, bucking your hips, but he only pins you back against the surface with his lower arms, the tip of his top cock nudging against your clit. a moan leaves your throat, "'kuna! s-sukuna!"

the sudden sensation of his lower dick getting bullied inside your hole leaves you screaming, clutching into sukuna's biceps. he doesn't ask for it, but you make sure to thank him each time he stuffs an inch into you — and he loves it. he loves the way you're writhing and wailing, and you still show your gratitude — his upper dick is leaking more cum, coming in contact with your clit. he uses his right upper arm to hold both of you pinned over your head, his left arm kneading your breasts, flicking your nipple. you whimper.

"f-fuck- brat, y're too fucking tight."

you mewl in response, unconsciously clenching tighter around his girth. "y-y're so big suku- haaah!—" you yelp as he adds a few more inches, and you almost cry in frustration because, fuck, he still wasn't fully in yet.

suddenly, his lips are on yours. he's kissing you roughly, teeth clashing against each other as his tongue gets forced down your throat — he shamelessly delivers his saliva past your lips—

with one harsh, painful thrust, he fills you until he's balls deep, his tip nudging the deepest parts of you whilst his other dick strokes your clit. you cry out, everything becoming too much.

"fuckin'— shit!" ryomen sukuna doesn't deserve heaven. it's not like he ever wanted it either. he has his fun, his peace and his moments which all include destroying and killing, but shit he'd be lying if he'd say he didn't feel the best right now. the way your walls clench around his dick, your small hands trying to find comfort in him by holding into his muscles, your moans and cries of his name, it's too good to be true.

he bottoms out, pulling back until his tip grazes over your entrance before slamming into you again, making you sob in euphoria. he thrusts harshly, stretching you open — and when he notices you struggling, his grunts, positioning his hand over your clit.

you're too fucked out to try to understand why he'd leave his palm above your clit, but fortunately, you get your answer right away. the skin on his hand moves, forming a slit before a mouth appears. it wastes no time sucking on your clit, and your knuckles turn white as you mewl and sob, your words now incoherent.

"s'kuna- nghh- a-am I good?"

your sudden question brings him to slow down and you whine like the pathetic slut you are — he scoffs, getting right back to his earlier pace. "what? you want praise now?"

you shake your head, bucking your hips up to him, "'know 'm not a-as ha- as good as your- concubines, b..but am I- hic good enough?"

he wanted to smack you for even thinking such thing. good enough? are you being good enough when you allow the demon to experience the feeling of heaven? are you being good enough when your cunt flutters around him, causing him to hold back his gasps? are you being good enough when you're thanking him for getting his own pleasure by using you?

instead of a reply, you earn a long, hard and harsh thrust, sending your whole body into a short state of shock as you clench your thighs around him, your slick dripping down the sheets.

"don't know, brat. are you being good enough? tell me, are you a good girl?" he purrs, his pace quickening, "are you being a good whore when you're letting me use this cunt?" the palm on your pussy presses down harder, making you gasp as you feel your clit getting crushed, "are you being a good girl when you're thanking me each time I touch you?" he stills his hips for a moment once he's all the way in before pounding into you mercilessly, "I ought t-to- punish you for even thinking like this, but judging by your state, you'd be too cockdrunk to differentiate pain from pleasure, isn't that right, sweetheart?"

you moan loudly, feeling the familiar warm coil in cour abdomen as you squirm beneath him, to which you earn a slap against your poor clit. you yelp, his hand now being used as a punishment instead of a pleasure-tool.

"good girls answer when getting asked a question."

"y-yes! haa- yes 'kuna! f..fuck please, 'm gonna cum!"

"go on, then."

with his blessing, you cum on spot, drenching his dick in your orgasm as he keeps going, his thrusts now sloppier. he grunts, your walls closening in on him — he's close as well. with one, deep, last thrust, he pulls out, jerking himself off until spurts of his cum paint your abdomen white. he groans, keeping it going until he milked himself dry.

you try to catch your own breath as sukuna stares at your form. you look so messy, ruined by him personally, your mixed releases all over the bedsheets. looking at you like that, he can't help but..

"a-ahh! n-no! off- off!" you scold as you squirm away from his touch — he attempted to push some of his cum inside your leaking hole — he couldn't help himself. you looked so pretty being covered in his cum, you'd probably do even better if it was inside of you too!

he scoffs in annoyance, rolling his eyes, "alright brat, calm down.." he mumbles, laying down next to you and moving you to sprawl across his chest.

you can't say you're not surprised. sukuna rarely shows that he cares, so this is.. not entirely new to you, but definitely heart warming.

you nuzzle your head into his chest.

"sukuna?"

"brat."

"you said you'll never love, right?"

he hums, the rumble sending comfort through your body. you sigh, relaxing farther into him.

"do you do this, though?" you yawn, referring to everything you've done together, your relationship, the moments you shared, the constant bickering, the touch, the cuddles—

he stills.

ryomen sukuna doesn't love, no. he hasn't, is, and never will love. it's worthless, it's stupid, and it's a form of weakness. he does what and when he feels like it, because that's what he can do.

ryomen sukuna doesn't love, but his heart feels fuzzy everytime you sit on his lap to feed him some of your homemade cooking.

ryomen sukuna doesn't love, but he enjoys it everytime you cuddle up to him on a movie night.

ryomen sukuna doesn't love, but he hates it everytime he watches gojo come closer to you — he's the one bound to you, not that stupid brat.

ryomen sukuna doesn't love, but he's glad that he's attached to you. without him, you'd be a lost case. you're too nice for your own good.

ryomen sukuna doesn't love, but he longs to stuff you full of him, just so everyone who dares to touch you can see that you're already claimed by him.

ryomen sukuna doesn't love, but he promises to protect you on his own, and if he ever shall regain full power and find a point in making the world to his bitch, then you'll be the queen who should be seated on his lap whilst your requests and wishes all get fullfilled one after another.

ryomen sukuna doesn't love.

"I suppose."

"okay then, I love-not-love you, 'kuna."

"you're pathetic."

you snort, finally giving in into your eyelids which have been fighting to stay awake for the whole conversation.

and within a minute, you're drifting off to sleep, leaving the curse alone with his thoughts.

ryomen sukuna doesn't love.

"..I love you, too."

a/n: I really hope this part came out okay. I kinda rushed it at the end and the whole thing is kinda sloppy. trust, I'm trying to improve my writing😞

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It’s for a DTIYS but I wanted to share it here too

This is not in a religious context. The prompt was “the burden of strength” (his curse corrupting him) with a sun crown included.