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Escape with the Cursed King

Pairing: F!Reader x Sukuna

Summary: You start your new job at Jujutsu University serving as a professor and resident life coordinator with your best friend Gojo when you notice his student Yuji acting strange. You go on a dangerous mission together where all hell breaks loose.

Warnings: Mild violence but mostly fluff

Word Count: 4.7k

Art Credit: @akirasukuna

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Chapter 1

As a fresh graduate from Jujutsu University, you were enjoying the increased pay that came in your checks during your missions. A special grade sorcerer, graduating with honors a year early. Your favorite professor was none other than Saturo Gojo. Little did you know, that same professor was working behind the scenes trying to secure you a job that required less field work and would keep you local. All you knew is that he invited you for lunch at your favorite cafe which left you excited for your favorite signature macchiato. 

You had just returned from a mission and stopped by your home to quick change into something more comfortable. The day was hot so you changed into a pair of jean shorts and a thin flowy top. Hair thrown up into a pony, you grab your phone and keys and head out to meet your favorite sorcerer. 

As soon as you walk into the shop, Gojo is already at your usual table with two cups in front of him. You sit down, appreciative that he ordered for you and you strike up a conversation, catching up on everything you’ve done since graduating. Suddenly, out of nowhere, you blurt out what you had been thinking.

“So what did you have to ask?” 

Gojo was by far your favorite professor. He always found a reason to talk to you after class and he happened to like a lot of the same things as you. He felt a lot less like a professor and much more like a friend. Your teamwork during exorcisms was impeccable. Your bodies and minds in sync with each other every step of the way.

Gojo looks down and then off to the side before he speaks. “Well you see, now that you’re no longer a student-”

“Yes.”

His eyes snap forward. “But you don’t know the question.”

“I don’t have to. Whatever it is, the answer is yes.”

Gojo had half a mind to ask you on a date if that’s the game you wanted to play but he didn’t want to show all of his cards. At least not yet.

“Now that you’re not a student, Jujutsu U would like to offer you full-time professorship.”

“No way! Really?!”

“Of course! You’re calm, collected, great with the students, impeccable battle instincts, and powerful as all hell.”

“I’m great with the students cause I’m literally their peer.” you say a bit deflated.

“Not true. They can call you their peer when they’re Special Grade.”

You can’t help the heat on your cheeks as the mighty Gojo reminds you of your new ranking.

“There is a catch.” he says.

“Knew it.”

“How’d you know there’d be a catch?”

“Cause with you there’s always a catch.”

“Is not!”

“Is to! It’s in your nature. You’re just too playful to not have a catch behind every deal.”

Gojo folds his arms feeling a bit insulted by your spot-on assessment which only makes you laugh. The sound is musical to his ear so he decides to forgive you and moves forward with his appeal.

“They need a professor who can also act as the Resident Life Director.”

“You mean the person who has to live in the dorms full time?”

“Yeah…usually they ask the younger professors who don’t have families yet.”

You think on it for a moment. Who wants to live in a dorm full time once they’re a real adult? Certainly not you. But it is a job…

You make some fake thinking noises, enjoying how it makes Gojo squirm, sitting on the edge of his seat. “Hmmm…hmmm…hm-”

*slam* 

Gojo’s palm meets the table and you jump before you start laughing at his mini outburst.

“Relax Gojo, I’ll take it!”

A huge happy smile splits his face. Not only would he continue to see you regularly at work, but now you are his peer. He is free to hang out with you socially, rather than always looking for an educational reason behind every visit and you like the idea of starting a job where you already have a favorite coworker. 

That summer, before the start of your teaching career, you and Gojo spent nearly every day together. He had become your best friend and your most trusted ally. There was not a single lunch spent without his silver mop gracing your presence, his big personality surrounding the table even when it was only the two of you. His oceanic eyes gleaming behind his signature sunglasses. You were thick as thieves by the time the school year came around. 

Since you are so young they have you with the freshman in introductory courses. You can’t complain. The work is easy and the job is fun. The only part you don’t like is living in a dorm year round with no option to get an apartment of your own. 

During the beginning of the school year there was someone knocking at your door every night till you finally got them to rely on their RA’s. The only plus side is that you have a suite rather than the typical dorm room so at least you have your own bathroom instead of being forced to shower in the communal one. 

But nevertheless, you have to walk through the dorm hallways to get to your front door which means having gentleman callers is out of the question. You even feel funny having Gojo over once the school year started. However you aren’t supposed to spend too many evenings beyond the dorms so you are a bit stuck, spending most nights alone. 

One evening you invited Gojo over for a movie marathon. He sent you a text that he arrived and you went to the front of the building to let him in. As the two of you walked together up to your suite he ran into a few of his sophomores. The group was only two years younger than you yet they seemed plenty powerful. The one named Megumi is a bit brooding but you can tell he has a very gentle and kind soul. Kugisaki is fiery but also super fun and girly. Then there is the lovable Yuji. He is overflowing with kindness and seems to be Gojo’s favorite which only left you with a twinge of jealousy since that used to be your role. The five of you have a lively conversation before you mention how late it is and that you’ll never finish your movie at a decent time if you waited much longer. You say your goodbyes and carry on with your evening as planned, falling asleep on the couch next to Gojo.

The following weeks you go out of your way to say hi to Gojo’s students when you see them in the hallway. However Yuji, who you had such a strong first impression of, starts to leave your arm hair standing on end. Constantly staring at you with a serious face, muttering to himself, and sometimes even looking like a deer caught in headlights. You can’t figure out what his deal is. His bizarre behavior is creeping you out so you decided to bring this up to Gojo during your weekly rendezvous at the cafe. 

“Gojo, what’s Yuji’s deal?”

Gojo spits out his coffee, staining his dark blue shirt.

“Why? You like him? Cause you can’t date a student you know, even if you’re close in age.”

“What?! Oh! No! Nonononono! Nothing like that.” you say feeling your cheeks turn red.

“Well then why did you ask what his deal is?”

“I mean like…how do I put this? I mean more of what’s…wrong with him?” you finish the question in a higher pitch than the rest, trying to take the sting off the rude question pointed at his favorite kid.

Gojo has himself a fit as he doubles over in laughter.

“Gojo…Gojo! What’s so funny?! I don’t like when you do this.” you say as you adorably cross your arms in a huff of anger. Gojo calms himself and wipes the tears from his sparkling eyes before explaining.

“Well you see, Yuji is…well he’s special.”

“What does that mean?”

“He has…he has a curse living in him.”

“He has a curse living in him?”

“Like a vessel.”

You gasp and your hands fly up to your mouth in comprehension. “Sukuna’s vessel?!”

“That’s the one!”

“Oh my gods! He must be incredibly strong!”

“He’s still new but yes, he has profound potential.”

“But what does that have to do with all the staring and the muttering, and the scarred looks he’s been giving me?”

Gojo laughs again.

“Stop that would you?!”

“Sorry Sunshine, it’s just, I can only imagine what’s going on in Yuji’s head if he’s behaving like that.”

“What does that even mean?!”

“It means Sukuna’s talking to him.”

“Sukuna’s what?!”

“I bet Sukuna’s interested in you for some reason and Yuji’s having a high time of it. Oh this is rich.”

You however, fail to see the humor. The King of Curses took notice of you and now some poor sophomore is stuck arguing with him about it? But also can we take a pause to focus on the fact that Yuji is likely talking to the bloody King of Curses about you?!

You have every right to be both nervous and confused. 

Is he planning on harming you? Are you his next target? What if Yuji can’t control Sukuna and one evening he’s pounding on your door? You didn’t like this speck of news one bit. And why does Gojo seem so unconcerned?

“Gojo! This is serious! Why are you laughing?!”

“Relax, I wouldn’t let him kill you. I’ll talk to Yuji about it later.”

“Gojo” you deadpan

“Look, I know this could mean trouble but you’re a special grade and you live here” he waves his hand around the room, “surrounded by many of the strongest sorcerers of our time. There’s no place safer for you.”

“Yeah except that he sleeps down the hall from me and it’s not like you live with me!”

“I could fix that.” he says casually as he lifts his cup to his lips.

You roll your eyes before deadpanning once more. “Gojo, be serious please.”

“I am serious!”

“No! Absolutely not. The students will jump to conclusions and I don’t need that.”

“Well what do you suggest then?”

You chew your bottom lip in thought. “I don’t know, let me think about it at least.”

“Sure thing sweetheart.”

“Sweetheart?! No Saturo.”

The silver haired man tosses his head back in laughter, hiding his blush at you calling him by his first name for a change. 

You let out a light chuckle and finish your coffee, shaking your head at your friend with a slight flutter in your chest in spite of yourself. 

The next few days Gojo stops by to visit more often but he seems completely unbothered by the situation with Yuji. You didn’t appreciate how casually he is treating this, especially when Yuji won’t fess up to what Sukuna is thinking. All Gojo can get out of him is silence and a red flushed face. 

Part of you wonders if Gojo already knows but he didn’t want to scare you and that is why he is over at your place all of the time, till one day he asks you to join his team on a mission.

“Do you really think that’s wise?”

“Of course. They’ve shown they’re capable but they’re only sophomores, we’ll need all the help we can get with this one.”

“No, I mean” you dart your eyes to the side, “with Sukuna and all…”

“Oh that, it’ll be fine. I’m sure of it.”

You look up at him, your eyes worried and watery

“Look sweetheart, I’m sure Yuji would’ve told me if you were in any real danger. He’s not the kind of guy to put anyone at risk.”

Still unsure of his answer, you tentatively agree to join his mission and set up for a substitute to cover your classes for the rest of the week. 

The next morning the five of you pile into the black SUV at the front of the University and head over to a penitentiary a few towns away. 

The entire drive Yuji is staring at his feet, a pink tint on his cheeks to match his hair and shaking his head every few minutes as if he’s trying to bring himself back to reality.

You can’t say you feel comfortable or your doubts are put at ease but you trust Saturo’s judgment and so you take a deep breath and settle into your seat. 

“We’re almost there” a deep voice calls from the front of the car after nearly eighty minutes. 

Only a few minutes go by before you feel the wheels roll to a stop. 

“We’re here.”

Gojo hops out first and opens the door for you. The heel of your foot touches the pavement as you stand before the dreary fence surrounding an ominous castle-like prison.

“Wow” you whisper “I can feel the cursed energy from out here. This one’s strong.”

“Strong barely begins to describe it.”

As each of his students stands next to you, their faces fall in awe as their bodies register the magnitude of the cursed energy radiating beyond the gray walls of the fortress before them. 

You dryly swallow before stepping forward to create the barrier, closely followed by Gojo and Yuji. Megumi and Kugisaki. The five of you disappear inside the purple bubble you created as you head towards the curse in question. 

The overwhelming presence of energy causes tiny bumps to span the skin of your arms and back. Your hair stands on end and you are grateful to have Gojo with you. 

You jump as his large palm hits your shoulder but you are quickly comforted as you turn your head and look up into his oceanic eyes. He nods at you and you gather your wits. 

The feeling of energy is so strong that it is hard to discern where the cursed spirit is residing. You squeeze Gojo’s bicep to stop him as you close your eyes. A small grunt is heard from Yuji as your feet come to a stop next to Gojo’s side and you hold onto him, signaling him to guard your body as you sense the spirit’s whereabouts. 

Your mind scans each corridor and cell, racing down the halls till a man’s screams ring in your ears. All your senses zero in on the man’s location and your eyes snap open. 

“There”

The five of you run, crashing through the fence and hurdling your bodies down the halls towards the source of the sound. As you approach the blood curdling sounds, you start to realize you are entering a nest. 

“No wonder we were struggling to sense the location of the curse, there are hundreds of them.”

“The screaming must be coming from the epicenter”

“Agreed”

“Megumi, can your shikigami handle these lower grades?”

“Of course.” he says with a nod. 

“I’ll help” Kugisaki shouts at your retreating figures.

“When you’re done, come join us!”

“We will!”

As the three of you continue towards the center of the nest you start to realize the low grade curses look like identical clones of the same 5 cursed spirits. 

“Saturo, look!”

“Interesting…I wonder if they are the children of this special grade.”

“Children! You think it’s reproducing?! At what rate?!”

“Maybe not actual children but it can turn itself into segments. Perhaps it’s spawning them.”

“So what’s the plan? Encourage it to keep breaking down into its clones and kill it off slowly as a grade 3 curse?”

“That’s a plan, but if it catches on or grows too weak, it may stop producing segments.”

“Right”

“We need to face it head on.”

“Not everyone has the limitless technique I hope you know!” You shout as Gojo quickens his pace before breaking out into an excited run. 

He is almost…enjoying this? 

Acting like a young sorcerer rather than the calm collected professor you knew and admired. Gojo looks over his shoulder and shouts back at you, “I thought you were a Special Grade! Did I promote you too soon?”

“Shut up!”

Loud laughter echoes in front of you till you turn the corner and see the hallway comes to an abrupt end. The curse has smashed the cinder block walls, creating a false courtyard at the ward's center. You look up to what should be the third floor then gulp as you turn to gaze down at the first, realizing it’s only a short fall away. 

You shake the negative thoughts out of your mind. 

“You alright?”

“Yes Saturo. I’m fine” 

“I’ll take the left, you take the right.”

Gojo’s silver hair slips out of sight as he masterfully disappears behind the gargantuan blue curse.

Similar to Saturo’s old partner, Geto, you had a way of convincing cursed spirits to do your bidding, manipulating them into exorcizing themselves. You didn’t have to absorb them, just touch them on their forehead. It was always risky to find an opening to touch their faces, but once you do, the battle is won. 

One way you create your opening is by inhaling the cursed energy radiating around the spirit itself and blowing it out as a knife. The vapor-like daggers serve as a distraction and can be effective weapons. It is a skill that turned many heads when you first started out in school and one that has saved your ass more times than you can count. 

You remember the day you met Gojo. He had heard the stories and wanted to see your technique. He came up to you nonchalant and in his buttery, suave voice made a bet that you couldn’t create the daggers from his cursed energy. The challenge tugged at the corner of your lip and as discreetly as possible, you pulled cursed energy through your nose and turned to walk away. When Gojo called out after you, you spun around and spit out the purple knives that he effortlessly blocked with his technique. It was that day that you became his favorite student. 

You feel a swell of pride at the memory before you come back to the present. 

You gaze up and realize the azure spirit has spotted you. It turned to face you when you inhale and spit out your signature daggers. The creature roars above you and responds with a fleet of new clones melting out of his stomach and storming the rubble. 

“I guess you don’t feel like talking. Fine then.”

You dodge the attacks of the segments and bounce off the walls of the corridor. Each small curse was the size of a human and you had to admit that it felt similar to fighting off a mob with only a few knives. 

Artfully you slice through the decoys trying to get back to the Special Grade. You see Gojo float through the air ready to make his move when one of the prison’s security officers pulls out a gun and fires at the curse. 

“Idiot!”

Gojo’s  concentration is broken. He lands on the ground gracefully while glaring at the moron of a guard who thought an ordinary bullet would work on an invisible monster. 

“What are you doing here? Run!” He shouts. 

The curse reabsorbs several of its segments and steps towards the man. You touch the foreheads of two segments surrounding you and send them to defend the guard. The confusion on the Special Grade’s face is evident when it sees its clones defying orders. 

“How??” It shouts in a voice reminiscent of a satanic ritual. 

“Now he wants to talk” you mutter to yourself.

Soon you realize that all the clones who look like the two segments you touched have joined you in the destroyed corridor of the prison. They seem to have a mental connection to eachother and your technique was passed onto the identical clones. All of them surround the prison guard in a protective stance ready for civil war.

“Huh…well that’s cool.” you muse to yourself

Gojo, seeing an opening, rushes to get the nearby prisoners and guards he sees hidden in the rubble, out of the area and to a safer location. He knows you have things covered here and will be able to exorcize the spirit soon.  

The Special Grade rounds on you once again, crying out in an autotuned voice. “You! You did this!”

A large blue hand extends out to swat at you. You drop to the floor to avoid both the creature’s flesh and the falling rubble of the walls that the spirit pounded through as it swung at you. 

You come back up to your feet and wipe the dust off your sweaty brow. 

“And what if I did?” you finally retort.

After a large breath you spit out your daggers. The curse shouts in response to the assault and spawns more segments to harm you. The segments that are under your control begin to fight with the other three clone types.

With the foot soldiers fighting amongst themselves you had an opening to take the curse on mono e mono. 

You back up and run full speed down the hall, sprinting towards the Special Grade and launching yourself into the air as you reach the tattered edge of the floor. You leap up the giant’s arms aiming to run up its biceps, shoulders, and neck, and plant your palm between its brows. 

You bound as fast as your legs will carry you but the spirit begins to reach for you and slap its arms, swatting at you like a fly. You blow knives at it but they are little more than splinters to him. Suddenly his giant palm finds you and your body thuds against the thick, tough, navy skin as his fingers wrap around your body. You scream and shout for Gojo but he is not near you. The only response you can hear is faint yelling from the distance. 

The special grade’s grip closes around you and you can feel your bones giving way to its strength. You scream in pain and try to use your dagger technique as you feel darkness tunnel your vision. 

*Enchain*

Suddenly the pressure releases and you feel as if you are falling into the abyss. 

So this is what death feels like…it’s nice. 

A warmth surrounds you, embracing your body like a hug as the pain that was inflicted upon you slowly ebbs away. Dying in battle was far more pleasant than expected. 

Why is everyone so afraid of this?

You can hear them shouting and screaming from a distance. You wish you could tell them it’s okay. You’re okay... 

Without warning, the warm embrace is ripped away from you and your body lands on the ground after a short fall, almost as if someone dropped you as they kneeled down in the rubble. You hit the back of your head and reach your hand to nurse the bump. 

“Ow, what was that for?”

“Professor! I’m so sorry! I-“

“Get away from her!” Gojo’s voice booms from across the yard and you suddenly realize you are hearing Yuji’s whimpers as he runs away to the opposite end of the space. 

“What happened?!”

Gojo’s question oozes with a worry you had never heard before. “Professor-“ Kugusaki started but quickly cut herself off as she looked down at you still lying on the floor. “I think it best if we talk in private.”

Gojo gives you a quick once over before tearing his eyes off of you to reluctantly step away.

The two of them walk across the makeshift courtyard created by the monster and you are left looking towards Megumi for comfort. 

“What’s going on? I thought I died but somehow…I’m fine?” You scan over your body and realize you are perfectly unharmed. Did you faint? How did you come out unscathed and why is everyone freaking out? Did Gojo exorcize the curse? 

Aww man…I wanted to exorcize it. 

Megumi uncomfortably clears his throat and shifts his weight. 

“Umm…well, umm”

“Umm what?”

“Well…Yuji he uh, he healed you.”

“Yuji healed me?” You say thick with doubt knowing full well a reverse technique like that cannot be used by a human only by a…shit. 

Megumi sees comprehension blanket your face. 

“Megumi, did-did Yuji command Sukuna to heal me?”

“It wasn’t so much Yuji commanding Sukuna as it was…Sukuna commanding Yuji.”

“Are you…are you saying Sukuna…save me?”

“I guess, if that’s how you want to put it.” 

It was clear that Megumi felt as if he divulged information he shouldn’t have, so he turned his back to you, acting as a lookout. You slowly sit up and get to your feet, brushing the ash off of you as you realize the majority of the surrounding area has been charred to a crisp. It was as if you were looking at the remnants of an explosion. "What the..." The entire area was devastated. You were amazed that only the curses were killed and not your entire team. How it was possible, you did not know. However, the thoughts that ran through your head focused on Sukuna.

He saved me. But why? If he was planning on harming me, why would he save me?

Gojo and Kugisaki return from their conversation and you can see that Saturo’s face if strained with discomfort. What had Kugisaki witnessed that you didn’t know about? The entire situation left your stomach in knots. 

Gojo walks up to you and stares deep into your eyes. Worry is etched on his face and he grabs your bicep. He scans your entire face and down your body before making eye contact once more.

“Gojo, I-”

But the sentence dies on your tongue. He releases your arm and walks away towards the SUV waiting outside. The five of you silently enter and you take your seat first before the rest of the crew pile in. 

As Yuji enters you can see him twitch as if fighting the urge to sit next to you and you shutter knowing it has something to do with Sukuna. 

With a firm hand, Gojo pushes Yuji toward the back seats and Yuji looks relieved to have some assistance controlling his body’s actions. 

Saturo sits down next to you and rests his hand on your thigh. You look over at his slender figure and realize he is scared for your safety. Your mind is a swirling mess of thoughts and once you reach the University you are more than grateful to disappear straight to your home despite Gojo’s attempt to pull you to the side and debrief. 

Once inside the threshold of your apartment you lock your door and latch the chain. Allowing yourself to slide down to the floor and unpack the heavy emotions that come with dying and being revived by the King of Curses. Your swirling thoughts kept circling back to ‘why’. Eventually the exhaustion of the day weighs down your eyelids and you decide to get ready for an early bedtime. 

You stumble to the bathroom, brushing your teeth before tying your hair up in a messy bun. You collapse onto your bed, lazily pulling the blanket over your hips and slip into a sound sleep.

“Princess…”

A groan passes your lips at the light taps to your shoulder.

“Princess…”

You go to swat at the hand when it catches your wrist in a firm grip.

“That’s no way to treat your rescuer.”

Your eyes shoot open and you turn to face the deep voice belonging to the hand.

“S-sukuna?”

“Hello, Princess. How do you feel?”

“How did you get in? The emergency latch-”

“You really think a little bit of metal is going to stop me?”

“Well-I-no, but-”

“Silly humans. Always so confused when you’re tired.”

His pointed fingernail traces along your forehead, down to your chin, and you shudder as you realize the affection he is displaying by the action. 

“How are you feeling?”

You pause as you look at him in shock.

“Answer me.”

“I-I feel tired.”

“But are you in pain?”

“No, I am not in pain.”

“Good.”

The tattooed face of Yuji stands up tall.

“Why didn’t Yuji just ask me this?”

“Cause the pest wants me to stay away from you. He thinks I might hurt you.”

“What do you mean? You saved me.”

“He thinks I am only capable of destruction. ‘Today proves it’ he says. Psh. So I had to wait for the brat to fall asleep before I could take over this pathetic form and check on you.”

“But why would you want to check on me?”

“To make sure it worked.”

You’re stunned into silence for a moment. “But why save me? I don’t understand.”

“Of course you wouldn’t Princess.” he says as he walks towards your bedroom door.

“Wait, please…” But Yuji’s alter ego continues his way out of your suite and you are left with questions swarming your tired mind. 

Don’t go.

But as the need enters your brain everything fades to black and you sleep till noon the next day.

Chapter 2 I Masterlist

[decayedbong]

can i just say that no one is writing real world experience from the heart like detectivestucks is man… like bro DIVORCE LAWYER KAKASHI 😭 forever a leagued naru writer in my books 🩷🩷

Kakashi as your Divorce Lawyer

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Modern AU Kakashi x F!Reader

Summery: Divorce lawyer Kakashi is astonished by the gorgeous driven woman who enters his office one day and slowly spirals till she's divorced and he can finally take his turn in claiming her

Warnings: NSFW but pretty tame for my page

Word Count. 3.6k

Author's Note: This is an old request from @decayedbong. Some parts of this are loosely based on my actual divorce. I'll let you guess which ones.

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who was in his office one day when he heard a faint knock and a little “hmm hmm.” Ignoring you, he looks to the window of his office to see if his assistant is at her desk. With dejection at her absence, he shifts his gaze to you only to find his pupils dilating with hunger. 

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, whose gaze rakes over your figure standing tall in sleek business attire. Your shirt, a royal blue satin tee with sleeves just above the elbow and a cowl neckline. Your bottoms, a pair of black leather dress slacks, high-waisted with the shirt tucked in, fitted around your plump backside and tapered out from your thighs to your ankles. To complete the alluring look, your hair is gathered in a loose bun high on your head, and pointed black leather kitten heels adorn your feet, keeping you petite but elegant all the same.  

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who, after a moment of staring, realizes you’re blushing and looking off to the side, unaccustomed to the attention of a man as high status as himself. Quickly, he closes his mouth, which fell agape, and clears his throat, bringing your eyes back to him. After motioning for you to sit down in front of him, you gladly sit in the cushioned chair, nervous in spite of your powerhouse clothes.

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who wonders how big of an idiot your husband must be to screw up a relationship with someone like you. Once you begin to explain your situation, his mind goes from wonder to anger. The idiot in question is an unemployed man-child who treats you with disrespect and makes you pay all the bills on top of all the household responsibilities. When you begin to cry, realizing how far gone the relationship’s gotten, you feel ashamed that you put yourself in your current situation. 

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who reaches across the desk and takes your hand. “Hey, don’t beat yourself up. I see this every day; you just bet on the wrong horse is all.” Gulping back your tears, you nod your head. The remaining droplets that line your lower lash accentuate the depth of your eyes. Kakashi finds himself getting lost in them before he blinks back to reality and proclaims. “I’ll take the case.”

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, spends the rest of the day thinking about you. You’re sweet and small, but something about you seems big. Kakashi gets the sense that you are actually some corporate hotshot who has climbed the ladder and is only a few promotions away from her goals. He fantasizes about breaking you in, but deep down, he’s certain at home you trade your blazer for an apron and he wants that more than anything. His logic knows that behind closed doors you become the perfect meek little housewife of a man’s dreams, and though he wants it, after hearing your story today, he wants to show you what it’s like to be taken care of for a change.  

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who follows up with you a few days later, asking for an evaluation of your assets and ready to draft an initial copy of your divorce agreement. You hesitate to answer, embarrassed that you don’t have time for an office visit. Eventually, you gather the courage to tell him you won’t be able to because of work, but instead, he offers to meet you wherever you are.

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who, upon his arrival in your office, seems to cause quite a stir. Many women gawk at him as he trails through the building, winding around till he finds your cubicle. You stand to greet him, shaking his hand and pulling out the spare chair in your surprisingly spacious section of the bull pen. Today, you’re wearing a low-cut wrap dress with stilettos and a blazer. You sport the same loose bun at the crown of your head, and your diamond earrings lay hidden amongst the face-framing strands of hair. 

After properly assessing you, Kakashi’s eyes glance around the cubicle, noting your Bachelor's degree and two empty frames next to it. “What are those for?” He asks.

“Oh, it’s a bit silly but those are for the degrees I’m working on now. I have the empty frames as motivation.” 

Kakashi lifts his brow. “Degrees? As in plural?”

“Yes, I’m double majoring right now. I want to move up, so I’m going to school while I work.”

“You mean on top of everything you told me the other day, you’re also going to school to complete two master’s degrees.”

Your polite nod wins over Kakashi’s heart. The humility in your admission, coupled with how normal you make it seem, are precious to him. He wants to defend you now more than before. 

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who shows you how to evaluate your assets and walks you through the alimony process. Though you have been supporting your spouse for five years, since being unemployed was his choice and not something your marriage necessitated, he did not have grounds to claim any continuing financial support. This is further solidified by the fact that the reason you lived in your current city was to move for a career opportunity for him, which he then quit after two days. A fact that dropped Kakashi's jaw.

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who showed you how unwise your husbands attempts at your finances are and promises the defense will be easy.

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who is interrupted every few minutes by staff members looking for your help. He’s quick to realize you’ve turned yourself into a valuable asset for your company, watching in awe as you show your peers and even upper-level managers how to find loopholes that aid customers and advocate for the firm’s clientele. From what he can see, you’re not just good at what you do, you’re great. Astonishing and beautiful, you’re husband truly has no clue what he messed up. 

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who has a hard time thinking about anything other than you. Determined to see you more, he makes up lame excuses to further consult with you in person, claiming he needs to see the house to get it valuated, asking to meet for coffee so you can sign various addendums that don’t even apply to your case, and doing ‘wellness checks’ to document emotional distress caused by the negligent behavior of your soon-to-be ex. 

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who is so sweet to you. He texts you each night to make sure you’re okay now that your ex has finally moved out. He makes himself busy, installing security cameras at your doors, dropping off take-out when he knows you have school projects, and over all being there for you. You tell him you don’t know how you’ll pay him back for all these billable hours, but he assures you not to worry about it. 

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who grows protective of you leading up to the day of your court hearing. He comes to the courthouse with a coffee and a smile, reassuring you that today will go smoothly. You welcome both, feeling nervous. “Why did you dress down?” He inquires, noticing your simple khaki slacks with pointed flats and a cream body suit to match.

“I didn’t want him to think I dressed to impress him. I’m just here to get this over with. That’s all.”

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, looks at you with adoration. You are too precious to let down. He swears he’s going to give you what you deserve, in the courtroom and in the bedroom. You just don’t know it yet.

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi,  who catches your worried face. As you enter the courtroom, you notice your husband hasn’t arrived yet. Your pupils dilate, wondering if he is going to show, and if not, does this mean he’s going to drag out the divorce process? Your mind reels but he’s probably just running late like he always is. 

Then, from the hall of the usually silent building, you hear loud yelling and recognize the shouts of your mother-in-law. You wince in embarrassment, knowing this isn’t the time and place for their constant crescendo. Based on the faces of the officers of the court, they find the acoustic entry to be distasteful, too. 

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who chuckles and leans in to whisper, “Did he really bring his mommy?” into your ear, forcing you to hide a giggle. As Kakashi straightens up, his mismatched eyes catch those of your husband’s. He assesses the man, searching for any redeeming quality that would justify your marriage to him. Scrutinizing over every detail, he gloats. He’s going to enjoy dismantling your ex’s arguments and afterwards, he’s going to enjoy claiming you as his own.

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who argues on your behalf and wipes the floor with your now ex-husband. Everything that you earned stays with you and not a penny will fall into your ex’s hands. When the final agreement is signed, you hug your silver-haired superhero while he smirks in your ex’s direction. Your now ex-mother-in-law glares at the pair of you while you leave the room with Kakashi’s hand casually on your hip, protecting you from the dangerous look in her eyes. 

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who calls your name, giving you pause as you turn your head to gaze up at him, “Yes?”

“I’d like to take you out for dinner this evening.”

“Oh I can’t accept that, you’ve done so much for me already.”

“I insist.”

Realization strikes you, your lips parting as you ask the question, “Kakashi, are you asking me on a date?”

“Yes.”

You stammer, amazed that someone like him would be interested in someone like you. “Are you sure you’re asking the right girl?”

Kakashi laughs and pulls you close, one arm encircling your waist, right outside the courtroom and in front of your now ex husband who’s watching the pair of you in horror. 

“Maybe you’re not as smart as I thought.” he jests, bringing his face dangerously close to yours. 

“I most definitely am not.” you quip back.

“Well I don’t care. You’re perfect and I want to wine and dine you till you’re mine.”

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, whose eyes you gaze up into with pupils blown wide. You can fully feel the heat of your ex’s stare as you gather your wits to agree to be courted like a proper lady by the most gorgeous and successful man you’ve ever met. The ‘yes’ barely makes it past your lips before he’s kissing you with every drop of passion he’s been holding at bay these past two months. 

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who you gently pull away from, not wanting to provoke a scene in public. “Please Kakashi, let’s save the celebration for later.”

“I knew she was a whore.” your former mother in law yells. You already know how she told your neighbors all sorts of insane things, making them uncomfortable and causing them to ‘warn you’ about her, but you never really cared what she thought. You always had a poor relationship with your ex’s family anyway. What’s one more word of hate?

But this…this thing with Kakashi feels different. It feels meaningful and real. You don’t know where it’s going but you want to find out. If that makes you a whore, so be it. 

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who whisks you away and walks you to your car, instructing you on the dress code of the restaurant for the evening. He loves seeing you all dolled up so he intentionally is taking you to a place designed for people in a whole other tax bracket. 

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who impresses you with your dining arrangements. He provides you with meaningful conversation, lets you choose your own meal, and is polite to the wait staff. He checks all the boxes and then checks some more when his goofy side begins to shine. Subtle jokes and sarcasm lay hidden as he speaks. He talks about the kids he helps at the Boys and Girls Club and you feel your heart is set ablaze. You want him. Not just for a night but for a future. You were robbed of a marriage, a family, and a future by your ex-husband's childish behavior, but with Kakashi, he’s a man. A man who can provide you with a real marriage, a family, and a future.

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who watches you poke your food as your mind reels. He reaches out to cover your hand with his, stopping your thoughts and bringing your attention to his soft features. “What is it?”

“I-” you look down and swallow, “I just got out of a serious relationship. Before I enter another one, I need to know, are you looking for a future with me or is this just for fun?”

“Can it be both? I hear serious relationships are very boring. I’d rather enjoy being around my future wife.”

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who you look at with stunned eyes. “You really feel that way?”

“Since the day I met you. I can’t believe how hard your ex fumbled you. If you will be mine, I’ll treat you like gold the rest of our lives." he proclaims. "Every day I see men mess up relationships. I watch as their tired and broken wives explain their life stories to me. I know what women want is someone who cares about the chores, the children, the mental load, and treats them with general kindness. Those are the things I want to do for you.” 

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, has you speechless. You stare at him, expression adorably blank and reminiscent of a deer caught in headlights.

“So will you let me try to be those things for you?”

Slowly, you nod, accepting his offer. “Yes, I’ll let you try.”

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who orders food for delivery and pays for the bill immediately. 

“What are you doing?”

“Not wasting a second. We can eat after.”

“After?! After what?”

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who drops $200 on the table, instructing the waiter to keep the change before he grabs you by the waist and escorts you out of the restaurant hurriedly. He guides you to a high-end car and moves to open the door but first pushes you up against it, kissing you like you are a popsicle that could melt away from him at any second. His teeth nip at your lips, biting them and pulling them, turning them red. Then he lunges back in, sweeping his tongue past your teeth and into your cavern, allowing it to dance with yours. 

His hands covetously grab each side of your face and pull you into him, pinning you in place between the car and his body. 

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who grinds into you in the parking lot of the most expensive restaurant in town. He’s barely able to contain himself, debating hiking up your skirt and claiming you right here in public or giving you the dignity of taking you home first. He decides on the gentlemanly thing even though the dog in him is screaming in protest.

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who whispers between kisses, asking permission to take you back to his place. “Of course.” you breathe, wondering why the question needed to be asked but happy that he cared. 

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who grips your hand as he speeds home, occasionally guiding it over to his bulge, using your hand to palm himself. Your body tenses up every time you feel the hardness that lies beneath, still in awe that this is truly happening.

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who pulls into his garage and jogs around to your side of the car, opening the door and pulling you up into his arms. He kisses you tenderly, meaning to guide you into his home, but your little moans drive him haywire with lust. “Can’t- control myself- around- you.” he grunts out between kisses while his hands wander around your silhouette. 

Your delicate voice rings out in agreement, letting your hands slip down to his pants to tug open the buttons. His hands slide to your behind, circling and massaging the tissue.

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who goes feral at the sounds of your arousal. He bucks up into you as you tug down his slacks and let his hands glide to the bottom of your skirt, tugging up the hem to run his fingers along the seam of your drenched center.

“I knew you’d be wet f’me” his lust-drunk voice chimes, slipping your thong to the side and sinking a finger into your warmth. 

You immediately gasp, clenching around the singular digit while he works to wet your entire entrance, lubing you up for the aching appendage waiting to dive into your drooling hole. 

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, whose fingers jut in and out, making you squirm as your hand tugs along his length, anxious to have him the way he intends to have you. 

He kicks off his pants, leaving them behind when he grabs the backs of your thighs and wraps them around his waist, pinning his rod between your heat and his abdomen. Folds thirsting to have it penetrating rather than resting, you clench, pulsing against what you want most. 

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who groans into your mouth as he carries you inside the home, intending to take you upstairs, but the temptation is too strong, and instead, he lays you on the kitchen island. 

“Sorry baby, I can’t wait any longer.” He whispers into your hair before rubbing his shaft against your center and slipping in. 

You’re drenched, something you haven’t experienced in five years. But with Kakashi, he pulls out every drop of desire that’s been waiting to come alive since you made the decision to divorce.

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who begins to thrust into you, shifting your body back and forth on the cool granite countertop. Every nerve ending is extra sensitive, fully aware of the pleasure rocking you both. Your breathing turns to pants quickly, your climax hitting you far too soon, but it’s been so long since you’ve done this, let alone enjoyed this, that the smallest amount of intimacy has you reeling.

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who fucks you through your first of many orgasms that night, bending you in several new positions, and experimenting with you in the kitchen, on the couch, on the stairs and eventually in the bed. You find yourself a sweaty mess by the time he’s almost finished with you, but you keep going anyway, determined for this experience to never end.

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who sees your strength is waning, so he decides to play a little harder. He bends you back over onto your knees and aggressively pumps into you. Crying out in pleasure, he grabs your elbows, pulling back till your spine bows into a sinful arch, deepening his reach. You feel overwhelmed and exhausted, too tired to take any control. With another spasm around his solid member, he pushes your head down into the mattress and continues his bruising pace. Your insides twist in agonizing pleasure, and your hoarse voice husks out one last scream before his balls tighten with the front of his thighs clench. He flips you onto your back to empty his seed on your belly, grunting as he does. 

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who grabs a towel and wipes off your skin before heating up the shower so both of you can rinse off with masculine, sudsy body wash. He looks so brilliant with wet, rippling muscles, coated in bubbles. You fall into his chest, still trying to realize this is reality. 

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who quickly rinses off hearing a ring at the door and returns to the bathroom with a takeout bag filled with the food you should’ve eaten at the restaurant. You rinse yourself too and twist your hair into a clip, covering your body in one of his baggy shirts. Both of you pad to the kitchen, grabbing plates and forks to dine on some of the most delicious food you’ve ever tasted. 

Your divorce lawyer, Kakashi, who pledges to treat you this way every day as long as you’ll have him, waiting anxiously for you to finally grace him with his favorite three letter word…”yes”

Masterlist

[detectivestucks2]

Escape with the Cursed King XV

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Sukuna x F!Reader x Concubine

Warnings: NSFW, oral, anal, DP, cum swallowing, threesome, toy usage, nipple play.

Summary: You are forced to participate in a very harsh lesson directed by Sheila and things get wild.

Art Credit: @akirasukuna

Word Count: 3.7k

Chapter 1 I Chapter 2 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 4 I Chapter 5 I Chapter 6 I Chapter 7 I Chapter 8 I Chapter 9 I Chapter 10 I Chapter 11 I Chapter 12 I Chapter 13 I Chapter 14

“Where is she?” Sukuna complained as he stood to paces the room. 

“Probably obsessing over her appearance to impress you.” You say sarcastically as if you hadn’t done the same thing. You made sure you looked liked perfection so you didn’t pale in comparison to some girl who’s appearance held sentimental value to your fiancé. 

During your last excursion with Gojo you told him about the Sheila lessons. How awful she is to you and how she tried to seduce Sukuna twice. You could tell it struck a cord in Gojo and you didn’t disagree but you did remind him how you encouraged her to do so. A foolish act you now regret. 

“I’d be more impressed if she were on time. I don’t like to be kept waiting.”

“I know baby. Maybe we can save this for another day.”

“Nice try, Princess. You’re gonna listen today and you’re gonna like it. Once we’re done, then we can discuss disposing of her.”

You like the sound of that, but the same gnawing feeling of forcing someone out their home to fend for themselves in a world very different from the one they know, eats away at your conscious. In spite of that feeling, you give Sukuna a nod.

A few seconds later Sheila enters the room, bowing before Sukuna, lowering her body all the way to the floor. Then, raising her head and chest, she gives a cloying smirk, one that begs of dangerous desires and sits a foot above her exposed cleavage. 

Your jaw tightens, disliking how Sheila continues to undermine your relationship at every opportunity.

“Rise woman, you’re not here for me, you’re here for her. Treat her well, and I’ll forgive your little stunt earlier this week. And believe me when I say I’m not a forgiving man.”

Your hand, that had been tucked away in Sukuna’s larger one, gives him a squeeze, thanking him. He turns to you, tracing a finger along the base of your face, gently lifting your chin so he can kiss you tenderly. Your eyes flutter closed before his lips withdraw and you reopen them to see his glittering smile looking down on you, a hint of danger dancing behind his red eyes. 

Sheila clears her throat, killing the moment and causing you to turn back towards her. “My king, I have brought some ‘teaching aids’ for today’s lesson. Has she been briefed on what today will entail?”

“She has not. I rather enjoy surprising her. Watching the faces she makes is one of my favorite traits about her.”

Your eyes dart from person to person. What are you in for that would require a warning? 

“Well then, we’ll start with the easy stuff and move on to the more exciting stuff in a minute.”

Sukuna sits back on the bed, leaning against the headboard, next to you as Sheila invites herself to sit down on the mattress next to you. You don’t miss the way her eyes rake over him and with pursed lips you ask, “So what’s the easy stuff?”

“Seduction.” Sheila deadpans, eyes returning to you. 

“I know how to seduce my own fiance.”

“Only because your his fiance. Not because you know what he likes.”

“I’d think I know what he likes .-”

“Enough. Let the woman do her job.” You fall silent, surprised by Sukuna cutting you off. There is danger to his voice and you know he’s going to take it out on you later.

Sheila clears her throat. “Anyways, the Lord likes it when you pander to him. He enjoys feeling important and feeding into his ego, boost his authority. But make sure it’s genuine. If it comes off fake, you will insult him.”

You roll your eyes. She acts as if this information isn’t obvious. Sheila snatches your face, squeezing your cheeks with her pointer finger and thumb, causing your lips to open. “And he likes it when you give him an excuse to be rough with you. If you’re defiant, he’ll fuck you like a whore, which he rather enjoys. Power feeds his sexuality. Any excuse to put you in chains will excite him and any excuse to embarrass you is thrilling.”

You pull your head away, escaping her grip. It’s not like Sukuna hasn’t put you in chains before. “He also likes when you try to take the power back. Breaking you down till you can’t deny that he’s the true king will go a long way in satisfying his urges. Being too submissive gets old. And lastly, invite another girl into the bed every once in awhile. He enjoys a new conquest.”

“Fine,” you say through gritted teeth, knowing that she’s implying herself. “Anything else?”

“Yes, once he’s back to his true form, you need to know how to fuck him properly.”

“How’s that going to-” Sheila presses her finger into your lips and cuts you off. 

“True form Sukuna has four arms, a mouth on his stomach, and two dicks. Do you really think you’ll be able to handle that right away? It takes time to adjust.”

Your jaw drops. Two dicks?

“The best way to practice is by having two partners at once because that’s what Sukuna is, he’s essentially two people in one so sleeping with him will feel overwhelming if you’re not prepared.”

You turn to Ryomen, surely she’s not suggesting you sleep with another man alongside him. He’d never allow that.

Seeing the look on your face Sheila smiles and pulls out the bag she carried with her, “That is why I brought these.”

Opening the the silk drawstring pouch, Sheila pulls out several anal trainers, butt plugs, dildos, a strap on, and a cock ring with a dildo attachment. With eyes wide, intimidation takes over your body. Sukuna’s introduced you to a lot of things and it wouldn’t be the first time he’s taken you by the rear, but double penetration is not something you ever expected to have on the table, let alone become your new norm.

“Have you done anal before?”

You blush, this is the last person you want to talk to about this. 

“Don’t be shy,” she says irritated, “I’m literally supposed to be a whore. Your betrothed fucking your ass isn’t going to phase me. Especially when he’s supposed to be fucking mine.”

You feel indignent, “Yes, we do that.” you say with narrow eyes

“Good, now bend over.”

“What?”

“Do what she says, princess.” You swing your head over to Sukuna, surprised to see his pants are steadily becoming tented and realizing he’s expecting a show. “Let her help you.”

Your eyes dart back over to Sheila who’s on her knees, a glass anal plug in hand. “I’ll let you lube it.” 

She brings the bulbus end of the toy to your lips, “but look at him while you do.”

Your eyes shift over to Sukuna again. “Open.” 

Your lips separate. Then Sheila’s hand is behind your head, forcing the glass into your mouth, “Suck on it. He’s watching you.”

Obediantly, you hollow your cheeks, pupils fixated on your pink-haired beast, who’s muscles begin to flex from excitement. 

“Get it nice and wet for me.” She pulses the plug in and out, swirling it around your mouth before pulling it out with a wet pop. “Hands and knees. Face him, he’ll want to see your face.” Her words are strict and said with an air of danger. 

Eyes still glued to your love, you do as she says, allowing her to lift your dress and pull down your thong so that she can spit on your puckered hole before pressing the glass globe into it. At first, you put up resistance, but with enough pressure, the orifice gives way and you stretch around the plug’s circumference. A helpless expression of desire bleeds from your eyes as you look at your King. 

Ryomen's eyes narrow and he smiles, that dangerous smile you both love and dread. “Get the strap on, I want to see you fuck her.”

Sheila disrobes, getting off the bed just long enough to step into the harness of her strap on, and then settles behind you. Sukuna grabs you by your hair, fisting it and yanking back so your neck is bent, looking up at him. Sheila uses the silicone appendage strapped to her pelvis to slap at your folds, making you flinch with each impact. When Sukuna smiles down on you, she rubs the entire shaft of the toy along your seam, wetting it with your slick before pushing it into your heat, to stuff you full. 

You close your eyes and moan as she enters you, feeling how the toy rubs along your plug, nestled in the adjacent hole. Sheila begins pushing her thumb against the plug, making it pulse in tempo with her strap on, helping you get used to movement in both holes. 

It’s obvious on your face that you like the feeling. Fluids drip from the apex of your center, the string swinging into your thigh and smearing against your teacher as she beats into you. Though Sheila had been trained for this, she didn’t like the lack of attention she was getting from Sukuna. She’ll have to turn things up a notch if she wants to prove she’s the better fit for him. 

While keeping tempo, your teacher's fingers pry under the glass plug planted between your cheeks. She lifts it, pulling hard against your rectum in time with her thrusts. You slowly release the plug, your muscle closing as she pulls it out.

“Not so fast.” she coos. Sheila withdraws from you heat, slipping the cock ring with the dildo attachment onto her strap on and plunges into your back door causing you to gasp in surprise. Both of your holes are filled and she immediately trusts into you harshly, not letting you adjust to the sensation. The silicone length reaches much deeper in your hole than the plug did, but that’s not new to you. The sensation of both holes being penetrated deep, that part is. 

“I said I wanted you to fuck her. Make her scream.”

Sheila nods and slaps you. First your rear and then your face. She grabs your hair when Sukuna lets go, pulling hard and turning your head so her palm could mark your cheek with a red splotch. 

Her pace kicks up a notch, and as it did, she pushed your head down into the mattress. “Hands behind you back” she orders. You comply, folding them behind you so your forearms stack one over the other. You no longer had the bed to clutch and prevent yourself from shifting forward, but it didn’t matter. Sheila grabs your forearms with her hands and pushes all her body weight onto them, forcing your belly into the mattress and bending your back at an impossible angle. 

The new pose allowed her to go deeper, brushing a new sensitive spot that was causing more slick to spill out than normal. You moan and cry, feeling overwhealmed by the occupation of both holes when she brings her fingers to your clit. “Just an FYI, Sukuna’s mouth on his belly loves to eat pussy, especially while it’s stretched around his cocks. So you better get used to this being played with too.” 

She whirls her fingertips around your bud making you squeeze and clench around the toys filling your center. Your eyes shut, trying to handle the immense sensation focused on your lower half. 

“Scream, Princess, I know you want to.”

Sheila slams into you harder, both her hips and her fingers picking up pace, her actions egged on by Sukuna chiding in your ear.  You cry from the brutal pace, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as you finally scream. The sound rebounds with the cadence of her hips. Sukuna eyes you hungrily, palming his pants, feeling his head leak as his ears ring with the sound he was dying to hear. 

“Take it, doll. Soon this is going to be us every night.”

Your breathing is labored, trying to endure the merciless beating into your backside. When your eyes shut, a scream signals your orgasm. You collapse but Sheila props you back up. “We’re not done. You think you can rest after just one orgasm?”

“No” you whine.

Sheila goes to strike your flesh when Sukuna beats her to the punch, hitting you much harder than she would have.

"You're not throwing in the towel yet, doll. She's not done."

“For our next lesson, we need to fit both of these in here.” Her finger trails down your spine, sliding over your rear and slipping into your spasming heat. The lone finger hooks forward and is soon joined by three more digits. Sheila flips you onto your back to watch your face contort. You can’t catch your breath cause you keep holding it each time she bends her fingers into your g-spot. 

“Please…” you beg, wrapping your hands around her wrist to pull her off. 

“I don’t think so.” Sukuna’s tenor rumbles above you. He grasps your arms and pins them above your head. “She’s teaching you a valuable skill. Don’t you wanna learn? Hmm?”

Tears continue to prick at your eyes when Sheila withdraws her hand and inserts one of the dildoes from her collection, followed by her carefully pressing in her strap-on.

With your teeth clenched, you squeal, unable to handle the stretch. “Com’on, stretch you slut. How are you going to please your husband if you can’t take a couple of dildoes?”

You pant, looking up at Sukuna who’s drooling, looking down on you with a fever you’ve never seen before. Damn Sheila for being right. He does want this. He loves it. And he loves watching someone else fuck you. You never thought this would be a fantasy of his. He’s so possessive. but right now, he’s just letting this happen to you. 

“Does my princess want to make me happy?” you silently nod at him, “Then do what she says, and take it.”

You whine as you realize there will be no mercy on the table for you tonight. Sheila continues pressing in as you deeply inhale trying to relax your muscles. Once the strap-on is fully inside of you, sandwiched in with the dildo, she begins to stroke, taking her time and allowing you to adjust. She seems to have more sympathy for you learning this trick. Slowly gliding back and forth, easing in and out of your velvet walls. 

Sukuna’s grip on your wrists tightens, his black nails biting into your skin and making you wince. “Be a good little whore now. I don’t want to hear any complaints from you.” she shushes. Your breaths are heavy and controlled, trying to manage the balance between staying calm and succumbing to your need to orgasm. 

Before she begins to stroke at a normal pace, she reaches over and grabs another plug from her assortment. This one is slightly smaller and made of black silicone. She pops it into your mouth like a binky before ripping it out and shoving it into your loose back door. 

A new wave of goosebumps span over your chest and arms, stiffening your nipples in their wake. Your back arches and now you know what it’s like to be truly stuffed. “That’s more like it” she says with an evil twist.

Sheila's lesson is far rougher than how she learned but her mission is to demonstrate that you're not sufficient for her King. Yet, even she can’t help but get turned on by your determined innocence. You look so hot, wincing and crying. Your pathetic tears create a fever in her almost as strong as the one she sees in Sukuna. With a mean slap to your bud she begins to thrust and you scream once more. 

“Please, it’s too much! Please!”

“Shut it! I’ll hear none of this. If you can’t handle it, you’re not suited to marry him.”

Your teary eyes look up at the man above you. “She’s right, Princess. You need to practice or you’ll never be able to handle my true form.”

You sniffle and nod before he finally frees his raging length. It has been straining against his pants this entire time, fighting to make an appearance. His body dying to plunge into you instead of those plastic sticks, but now he shoves it down your whiny throat. 

Every hole is filled. You’re stuffed at both ends with no way to free yourself. Both Sheila and Sukuna piston into you, making you tense and gag. You try to scream but the vibrations exhilorate Sukuna. 

He stills in your mouth and motions to Sheila, “Give it here. I want to test her.”

Knowing better than to argue, she pulls out of your now gaping hole and passes over the cock ring Sukuna was gesturing at. He flips you like a rag doll, not bothering to change his position on the bed, and angles both tips into your front slit, as Sheila had done. 

You cry out, “Ah, hah, ah, ah!” alternating between gasps and yoga breaths, trying hard to regulate your oxygen intake. 

“You can do it, baby. You were made for me. You’ll see. You’ll come to love this.”  

You’re eyes, locked on him, relax as he begins to pull in and out, establishing a rhythm. You sink into the sensation when Sheila hovers over you. She reaches down and begins to lick your prominent nerve bundle with a pointed tongue.

You clamp around Sukuna when she pulls back, “Remember miss, he’s going to have a mouth here that likes to feast while he’s inside of you. It’s all part of the lesson.” 

She resumes sucking on your clit, lifting the hood with her tounge and grazing it with her teeth. You squirm but she shuts it down by sitting on your face. She grinds into you, till you capture her nerve bundle between your lips. Then she rocks on you slow and smooth. You let go, needing to breathe but when you do, she bites down on your own bundle. You yell and cry. 

“All part of the lesson.” she chides again as she rubs into you. You resume eating her, and she settles her knees on either side of your head, lifting up slightly so you can breathe through your nose. Getting situated, she locks eyes with Lord Sukuna and pulls back on your clit till it slips between her teeth. Your fluids decorate her face, dripping from her chin. His eyes zero in on her lips, admiring the sheen made by your arousal.

Sheila seizes the moment and leans in to capture Sukuna in a kiss. He pulls away and slaps her across the face. Sheila recoils, falling off of you and cupping her cheek. You sit up, propped on your elbows. 

Looking dazed and fucked out your eyes lazily scan between the two of them. “Don’t get greedy, slut. I invited you for a lesson, not for a threesome.”

Sukuna’s attention resumes it’s focus on you, his eyes feasting on the image of you. He can’t wait till your wedding night. He’s going to ravage you and then some. Leave you destroyed so no other man can have you, ever. You'll be his in every way. 

While Sukuna’s busy drinking you in and chasing his orgasm inside your overstretched walls, Sheila is next to him reeling. He should want her but he pushed her away. She’s better at this than you; what makes you so special? Her resentment builds and all she wants to do is take it out on you. No problem.

Sheila slips back into the strap-on and beats your face with it till your mouth opens up. You take it between your teeth and swallow as she pushes the length all the way down your throat. With Sukuna’s rising pace, she thrusts to match, bruising your vocal cords and cutting off your air supply. Then she begins slapping your breasts the way she knows Sukuna likes to. It’s a lesson, right? He’ll allow her to be this rough cause he knows he’ll be even worse.

Her frustration jabs at your windpipe, ensuring you’ll be horse when you try to speak tomorrow. You yell around her, orgasming from the way Sukuna is beating into your cunt. As you scream, Sheila pinches your clit and shakes it, making you spasm and shake. 

You cum hard, a creamy ring drenching the base of Sukuna’s thick cock. Her cock. The cock she was supposed to have. Her furry is marked as passion. She’s just fucking you good, the way Sukuna would, but it brings her satisfaction to cause you pain. She likes hearing you choke and watching the way your throat bobs up and down from her strap-on. 

Sukuna’s pace matches hers, pounding into you so that your entire body shifts up the mattress. Sheila leans forward, resting her hand on your neck and chokes you. Her strap-on hitting the spot where she closes your throat and smiles as your face turns purple. 

A second intense orgasm rockes your entire frame and this time Sukuna bursts with you. She squeezes your neck harder when Sukuna pushes her out of the way, replacing her fake dick with his real one and milking his shaft in your throat. 

You collapse and are dazed, unsure which way is up or down. You can’t even think words let alone form them, so Sukuna does what any caring man would do, he scoops you up in his arms and carries you to the bathroom to get cleaned up, leaving Sheila behind. 

“Girl, you’re dismissed. But leave your toys behind. We’ll be needing them for later.”

Sheila bows to Sukuna’s back, “Yes my King.” she calls but inside she’s seething. 

It’s wrong, it’s all wrong. You’ve stolen him from her and she’s going to get him back. She doesn’t care what he may think right now, you’re nothing compared to her. Nothing. 

But on the other side of the bathroom door Sukuna is looking down on you, beaming with pride. Fist you conquered Jujutsu, catching his eye and piquing his interest, and now you’re conquering him. What a surprising little doll you are. A doll he’s going to tear into at least two more times tonight…you just don’t know it yet.

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Escape with the Cursed King II

Pairing: F!Reader x Sukuna

Summary: After surviving the mission you begin to feel confused about your savior. Questions about why you were saved overwhelm you and you seek out answers but that's not the only time you seek him out.

Warnings: public touching, struggles with being revived from the dead. Mostly fluff.

Word Count: 4.2k

Art Credit: @akirasukuna

Chapter 1 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 4 I Chapter 5 I Chapter 6 I Chapter 7 I Chapter 8 I Chapter 9 I Chapter 10 I Chapter 11 I Chapter 12 I Chapter 13 I Chapter 14

Chapter 2

A knock can be heard at your front door and you drag yourself out of the warm comfort of your bed. With hazy eyes you stumble to the door and slide the chain latch open wondering how it relocked itself after last night’s intrusion. You hardly cared in the moment as you were more annoyed at the prospect of who was disturbing your slumber. 

“Rise and Shine Sweetheart!”

“Saturo, it’s a school day. What are you doing here?”

“I could say the same about you.”

“I already hired substitutes for the rest of the week. What excuse do you have?”

“You think I left without arranging substitutes?”

“Considering how many of our classes got canceled cause of your missions…yes.”

“Well maybe I canceled class to come see you. Is that a crime?”

“No but it’s silly to do so. I’m fine.”

“You died.”

“And now I’m alive.”

“But Sukuna-”

“Saved my life.”

“It’s more than that. He overtook Yuji’s body. If Sukuna has plans for you, you’re not safe. Yuji can’t contain him.”

“If he had plans for me, he would’ve let me die but he didn’t. He revived me and mended all my wounds. Whatever Sukuna’s deal is, I no longer think he’s coming to hurt me.”

“Just yesterday you were freaking out about being near him and now after he went on a rampage you’re suddenly okay with his fixation on you?”

“Just yesterday you thought Sukuna was harmless inside of Yuji’s body and now after he saved my life you suddenly think it’s not okay. How is that any different?”

“Cause, you didn’t see or hear what happened after you died.”

“I saw the aftermath.”

“So you can gather how violent it was.”

“I can, but he didn’t harm anyone on the team. Plus it seems he has a need to protect me, not harm me.”

“But what if that need to protect you spreads to more than just curses or life threatening circumstances? What if he views anyone who threatens you or so much as upsets you as a reason to level the entire University?”

“Then I will give Yuji a wide berth so he doesn’t have to witness anything.”

“What if gossip gets back to him? You know how college students are. They make mountains out of mole hills every day.”

“Similar to what you’re doing.”

You know it was snippy, but you were starting to get annoyed with his persistence. You were tired and didn’t ask to have a heated discussion before so much as a cup of coffee. 

“I am not making a mountain out of this. I am being completely reasonable.”

“It sounds like your pride is hurt. You couldn’t save me when Sukuna could.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

The next words fall out of your mouth before you can stop yourself. You’re not sure what snapped in you but something just gave.

“It means you’re jealous. Don’t act like you haven’t been flirting with me. I’m not stupid.”

“You are just–” Gojo growls with annoyance. “You’re letting this go to your head.”

“And you’re acting like a jealous boyfriend. Which you’re not.”

“I know I’m not your boyfriend, okay!”

“Then stop acting like it!”

“Fine! You want me to stop caring, then have a good day.”

“Fine!”

Gojo slams down the coffee he brought you and strides out of your apartment with only a few steps of his long legs. Once the door closes you exhale and small purple vapor-like daggers clatter to the floor before disappearing.

You aren’t even sure why you provoked him like that. Are you feeling defensive of Sukuna? The monster just saved your life and killed the Special Grade curse running amuck in the process. He even came over to check on you after the fact. Maybe he isn’t as bad as the legends say. 

The spinning sensation of too many thoughts returned. A feeling you were growing more and more accustomed to over these past 24 hours. 

You wanted to see him. Talk to him. You had to know why. What was he thinking? What about seeing you lifeless brought him strength to overpower Yuji and destroy the Cursed Spirit? Was the warm embrace actually Sukuna hugging you? Holding you as he healed your body? You had to know.

You sit down on your living room couch, sipping the macchiato Gojo provided. You whip out your phone and cashapp him for the drink with a note: ‘Sorry. Thank you for the coffee.’

A short moment later you receive a text from the blue eyed man: ‘I forgive you.’

Once you felt yourself fully awake you get dressed and ready for the day. Without realizing it, you put a little more effort into your appearance than usual, layering on extra mascara and curling your lashes after tying your hair up in a twisted updo, pulling out a few strands to frame your face. 

You left your home in search of Yuji and figured you’d start with his dorm room. You step up to the door and lightly rap on the wood. 

A sleepy Megumi cracks open the door before pulling it all the way open upon seeing your face. 

“Professor, What are you-”

“Is Yuji here?”

“No, he left for the quad.”

“Thanks Megumi”

“Professor, are you sure it’s a good idea to go looking for him?”

“I need answers Megumi. Surely you can understand.”

“I guess, but it seems like it could be dangerous to entertain Sukuna.”

“It may be equally as dangerous to ignore him.”

Megumi shakes his head as if to say ‘your funeral’ before wishing you luck and closing the door.

You turn on your heel and head towards the campus quad. You pass several students, many of whom smile and nod at you. A few even cat-calling you, reminding you of why you don’t normally dress nice. Yuji looks up to see what the commotion is about and upon seeing you he turns away.

“Yuji, wait!”

“Professor no. I shouldn’t”

“Please Yuji, I need answers.”

“It’s not safe. You don’t know the things he thinks.”

“I want to though. Help me understand.”

You can see on Yuji’s face that his is upset. He wants nothing more than for you to heed his warning and run.

“He can’t be trusted. Don’t believe the words he says.”

“Then tell me, what are the things he thinks?”

A rosy tint emerges on the boy’s cheeks and you can tell he is not liking the turn of this conversation one bit. With a deep sigh he gives in.

“He…he thinks you’re beautiful.”

You’re almost floored by this news but after a moment you realize that last night he did call you princess. So you guess it’s not far fetched plus you know you’re cute. You just got whistled at as you walked here.

“Is that a bad thing? It’s not like it’s unheard of for a guy to think I’m pretty.”

“Yeah but, it's not always appropriate. Sometimes it's really…messed up. The things he thinks…about doing…to you.”

You snort with laughter. “So he’s a kinky curse. Got it”

“It’s not funny! It’s twisted.”

“...aaand a little funny.”

“Not if you knew.”

“So what else?”

“He is constantly trying to take over my body to be near you.”

“How come?”

“Probably to sleep with you. Which I’m a student so that’s a hard no.”

Despite your amazement that the mighty Sukuna was infatuated with you, you laugh again. “Last I checked, you don’t save someone’s life just so you can sleep with them. There has to be more. Why me?”

“Yeah, yesterday was…it was scary. I had no control. I felt this fury inside of me that I had never felt before. It was like he wanted to scorch the earth and when he held you in his arms… my arms, it-it was like nothing else mattered. I couldn’t stop him. I tried. I thought he was going to kill us all to save you. Megumi, Kugisaki, Gojo, all the prisoners, the guards, and the curse. It was amazing that any of us survived.”

“Something tells me he wouldn’t do that. Kill everyone I care about.”

“As his vessel, I assure you he would.”

You bite your lip refusing to believe him. You pause for a moment before you finally ask, “Can I talk to him?”

“Willingly let Sukuna have control of my body?”

You hesitate and lower your gaze, realizing how selfish and potentially stupid it was to ask to let the king of curses have free reign of his vessel.

Suddenly a mouth appears on Yuji’s cheek and you hear a voice shout your name.

“Princess! Let me talk to her, you sack of flesh.”

Yuji slaps his hand over the mouth trying to silence it. Only a second later he yelps in pain, “Ow! You bit me!”

“Yeah brat. How dare you try to muzzle me!”

“I’m not letting you out.”

“The lady wishes to talk.”

“And you just incinerated a prison yesterday!”

“So you know I can take over by force!”

Yuji huffs and looks towards the sky as if asking for strength. He closes his eyes and slowly tattoos bleed onto his ivory skin. A deep husky voice greets you as he grabs your hand to kiss the back of it. “Princess.”

“Sukuna.”

“You seem rested.”

“I am, thank you.”

An all too charming smile graces his face and you feel a twinge in your chest. He seems to notice but he doesn’t comment. 

“Sukuna.”

“Your King.”

“Huh?”

“You will address me as your King.”

“I uh-as you wish. My King-”

“Much better.”

“Why did you rescue me?”

“Because there is potential in you.”

Your suddenly more confused. You’re talented, yes, but you thought he saved you cause he liked you. What the heck is he talking about, potential? You do your best to cover your confusion with your next statement.

“There is potential in many.”

“Not like there is in you. Even the discerning eyes of Saturo Gojo have seen it. You are unlike any other sorcerer of your age.”

“Yet one would consider Gojo and Geto to be much stronger.”

“They may be, but you walk amongst them with grace and intelligence beyond your years.” You hold your breath as you feel his fingers lift to trace your face.

“If I was so intelligent then why’d I get myself killed yesterday?”

“Cause that idiot Gojo left you alone with a special grade.”

“I’ve killed special grades by myself, you know. That’s how I received my rank and earned my position.”

The tattooed man chuckles at your defiance.

“No need to be offended. Not all Special Grades are equal. For example, I myself could not be killed by just one sorcerer. Not even the mighty Gojo.”

“You say that like it’s a challenge.”

“Maybe it is.”

“Careful now, that’s one of my best friend’s you’re talking about.”

“He wants to be more than friends. I see how he looks at you.” There is anger in his voice and you realize he is jealous.

“So? You seem to want to be more than friends too.”

“And you? What do you want?”

“I-I don’t know.”

“You want Saturo?”

“No! I don’t want Gojo. He’s my friend.”

“So it’s me that you want.”

“...I…uh.”

Sukuna continues his smug chuckling

“What’s so funny my King?” you say emphasizing the last two words.

“You.”

Your face twists into a look of distaste at being made fun of in such a way which only serves to further humor him as a booming laugh fills the back corner of the quad.

“It’s not funny!”

His laughter echoes louder and you can’t stop yourself from lightly shoving him to get him to stop. His laughter ceases as his arms quickly grab you by your biceps and he squeezes hard enough that a small whimper of discomfort passes your lips.

“Careful doll, just cause I saved you doesn’t mean you can do what you want.”

“Sorry my King.” you say meekly, realizing the mistake you made. You can’t treat this man as if he’s Gojo. He most decidedly is not. He is far from your friend.

He hums happily at your response, pulling you close to his side and wrapping an arm around your waist.

“I think you’re afraid to admit that you want me.”

“And what makes you say that?”

“Cause clearly you want me.”

You scoff and turn away to which his finger hooks your chin and turns your head to face him. You can’t stop the way your breath hitches and becomes shallow as you look into his eyes. 

“Am I wrong?”

Your gaze falls to his lips as he speaks the words. He was not wrong. You wanted him. But that’s crazy. To yearn for a Curse. To feel this need for him. To desire a dangerous being such as him. You are a fool to feel this way. 

“You’re wrong.”

“Don’t lie to me, Princess.”

“I’m not lying.”

He slaps your face and once more your breath hitches as he tugs your jaw closer to his face. 

“I said don’t lie.”

You start to close your legs, trying to provide some form of relief to the sudden need in your core. 

“I-”

“Yes, Princess”

“I can’t”

“You will.”

“But… I shouldn’t”

“Is that going to stop you?”

You feel dizzy from the heat flooding your body. You drop your head to his shoulder, hiding your blush.

“You can’t hide from me Doll.”

You bury your face in his neck in response, eliciting another chuckle from the man.

“I’m not hiding.”

“There we go with the lying again. Do I need to punish you?”

You gasp and lift your head off his shoulder. A mischievous grin spreads between his ears.

“My King, we’re in public.” you whisper as your panicked eyes dart around.

“Yes, and you’re lying to me here in public. I can’t let these onlookers see me let you get away with such behavior. What kind of King do you think I am?”

The tips of your ears grow hot. 

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you wanted to be punished here in front of your precious students.”

“No my King. I have no desire to lose my job.”

Sukuna’s hot breath fills your ear as he whispers seductively “That’s what your mind is saying but your body is saying something different.”

“Please stop” you quietly plead, feeling hot all over. You rub your legs together and turn away from him.

“Don’t run, Princess.”

Sukuna pulls you back towards him by slipping his hand between your legs and cupping your heat as he slides you back to his side. A heated gasp escapes you and you hide your face by turning your head away. His fingers begin to rub circles around your nub and you plead for him to stop. Your fingers wrap around the edge of the bench and you fall forward from the stimulation.

“Will you promise to stop lyin to me?”

“Yes, my King.”

His speed increases and you feel yourself clench, your back arching.

“Good girl.”

Sukuna withdraws his hand and you catch your breath. A derisive sigh cuts through the air before the pink haired man laments,

“The brat is screaming to come back out.”

You turn to gaze at his face. “Will I see you again.”

A low chuckle comes from his mouth, “Who’s gonna stop me?”

A smile of relief tugs at your lips and you feel stupid for even being excited about seeing this monstrosity but something about him has you wrapped up in his spell and you are happy nonetheless.

“See you soon, my King.”

He simply smiles and traces your cheek with his thumb before the tattoos fade and an apologetic Yuji returns. 

“Professor! I’m so sorry!”

“Don’t worry about it Yuji, really.”

He gives you a questioning look and you place your arm on his shoulder to reassure him.

“Thank you Yuji, for letting me get my answers. I deeply appreciate it.”

You get up and walk away feeling satisfied but albeit flustered by your conversation with Sukuna. Yuji sits on the bench behind you confused by what just happened but relieved that you are alright.

Though Gojo is more suspicious than ever, constantly on high alert, worried about Sukuna,  Yuji starts to be a little more at ease around you. He no longer avoided you like you had the bubonic plague but he did look more exasperated than ever.

“Yuji, are you okay?”

“Yeah Professor, I’m good.”

“You look a little tired”

“It’s nothing. He’s just been more demanding than usual.”

You giggle with a small blush, “Sorry about that.”

“It’s not your fault.” You catch him on the cusp of rolling his eyes when he makes up an excuse to shuffle off to class. 

You’re left feeling a bit victorious with a twinge of guilt. You love knowing the effect you have on one of the most powerful beings to ever exist but feel bad that poor Yuji is caught in the middle.

You still love going to your weekly coffee date with Gojo but they’re different than they were before. He used to be more light hearted and while he still carries himself with child-like wonder, it is tainted with an undertone of worry and stress. He is extremely concerned about Sukuna’s interest in you and he did not like that you were taking the situation so lightly. He especially didn’t like that you seemed to enjoy it. 

How could you be so naive to let your guard down around a special grade that can level an entire city with a snap of his finger? It was unlike you to be so wreckless.

“How are your classes?”

“They’re going well. I’ve got a couple first years who think they’re hot stuff but it’s nothing a nice Grade 1 curse can’t fix.”

“That wouldn’t have ever worked on me.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah” he says with a stretch, “I was just that awesome. No one will take me on.”

“Really…I’ve heard differently.”

“You have?!”

“Mhm” you nod

“Liar.”

“A certain name comes to mind…a Toji I think.”

Gojo’s face drops and he looks to his lower right. “Megumi’s dad.”

You spit out your coffee in surprise. “THAT’S Megumi’s dad?!?!”

“Indeed. He told me about his son as he bled to death from the hole I carved into his chest.”

You’re stunned into silence. 

“He was a powerful man. Quick and invisible. I almost lost my life”

His eyes pan back up to meet yours.

“But, I’m here and he’s not, so it all worked out good.”

The quick shift in his attitude back to his usual chipper self almost gave you whiplash. You blink a couple times to mentally catch up.

“Is that when you took Megumi in?”

“I sought him out after that. He didn’t want to come with me but I stopped by plenty. Kinda like a fun uncle.”

“Well isn’t that sweet of you.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah”

A flash of a smug grin runs across his face and his usual spirited demeanor returns.

“Thanks Sunshine, but it was the least I could do. It’s not like it’s a big deal.”

“Says you.” This leaves Gojo blushing and you start to realize that Sukuna was right, maybe there is more here than friendship but that’s not what you wanted. He was your professor and now your colleague. He has become your best friend. You don’t want to ruin that with a silly date that you’re not even sure you’d enjoy. 

You paint a pleasant smile on your face as you take another sip of your latte and redirect the conversation back to your classes while your mind continues to wander in the background about what Sukuna might think of your weekly coffee trips. 

Asleep in your bed you dream of a warm embrace, a strong hand tracing your forehead and cupping your cheek. The feeling of a certain cursed being reviving you from the dead. You were dead…actually dead… You wake up with a start at the memory. 

Heart pounding with an empty feeling filling your chest and gut, you look around the empty room deciding what to do. Your fingers sink between the fabric of your blanket as you pull it up to your chin, tucking your knees to your chest. You feel alone and out of place all the sudden.

I shouldn’t be here. I should be dead.

It was a dark feeling that you couldn’t shake. As if by existing you have altered the timeline and the future is uncertain. 

“Sukuna really likes to play god, doesn’t he…” You mutter sarcastically into the darkness

As you think of the inked man you can’t help the flutter in your stomach. You start to remember his smirk and the way he touched you. How he likes to take charge and how dainty you feel by his side. The flutter turns into a twist as you realize your need for him is increasing and you can’t believe what you’re thinking of doing. 

You slide your covers off and reach in your nightstand to pull out a pair of fluffy socks. You slip them on and your toes touch the floor. You grab your robe off the hook on the back of your door as you swiftly walk towards your apartment entrance.

Opening the front door, you step into the hallway of the dorm, tiptoeing to the floor where the second years stay and glide down the corridor towards Yuji’s dorm room. 

This is wrong. This is wrong. I’m really doing this but it’s wrong.

You can’t stop the internal dialogue full of panic in the back of your head but you also couldn’t stop yourself from seeking him out. You get to Yuji’s room and unlock the door with your masterkey. 

The lights are off and complete darkness blankets the room. You’re relieved to hear light snoring from the second year so you feel confident to whisper into the room, “Sukuna…Sukuna, you there?”

You squeeze your eyes shut at how ridiculous this entire course of actions is. You’re insane, legitimately insane. You are trying to summon a dangerous special grade who may even kill you for demanding anything of him, including asking for his presence. Furthermore you broke into a student’s dorm room which is completely inappropriate, and what if Yuji wakes up and not Sukuna? How would you explain yourself? What if he gets uncomfortable and reports you?

Just as you decide this is a bad idea and you turn to leave, you hear the deep commanding voice of a king respond. *Enchain*

“Ah, she seeks me out again.”

You stand up straight and turn around, bumping into Sukuna as he approaches you. 

“My King…”

You feel his hands reach for your arms and slide up your shoulders and neck, before cupping your cheek in the most endearing touch you’ve ever felt in your life. You exhale and relax completely as you stand before the cursed being. 

“Is everything okay, Doll?”

“I was feeling…out of place. Like I no longer belong cause I was supposed to die.”

“So precious. You were meant to live, Princess. If you were meant to die, you would’ve stayed dead. Come sweet girl.”

You lean your head into his hand, letting its weight rest in his palm before he steers you towards the bed and has you lie down before he gets in next to you. You can’t believe how he’s holding you. The terror of generations, pulling you into his chest, laying next to you and allowing you to sleep in his arms. 

“Sukuna?”

“Yes my Princess?”

“Have you cuddled before?”

“A long time ago.”

“Did you like it?”

“Not enough to do it with anyone else.”

“And now?”

“Shh, relax Princess.” His voice was comforting but you didn’t understand.

“Why me?”

“You know why.”

“My potential?”

“Yes.” he says with a soft pet of your hair, lulling you into a stupor, no longer worried about how walking among the living is impacting the events of the universe. The insanity of the idea that you were sharing a bed with the mighty Sukuna completely wanes as sleep tugs at your lids. All you are left with is the blissful feeling of strong arms coveting you in their clutches. A feeling that pulls you into the swirling vortex of blissful sleep.

The next morning you once more wake with a start, terrified that you fell asleep in a student’s dorm bed, cuddling with them while they were unconscious. You would absolutely lose your job if Yuji woke up before you. But as your body sits up, the sunlight streaming in from the window next to your bed serves as a reminder that somehow you are in fact between your own sheets. At some point Sukuna must have carried you back to your own home. It surprised you that he would be so considerate but you were starting to learn that when Sukuna cares for someone, he will treat them well. 

You hug your knees to your chest and rest your chin on top of them as you gaze out your window at the squirrel running up the tree and bounding along its branches. You must be going mad. Why else would sleeping in Sukuna’s arms bring you so much comfort? You were diagnosably insane. There was no other explanation. You went from fearing this man above all else to seeking him out when you needed comfort. 

…this is not gonna end well. I just know it

Chapter 1 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 4 I Chapter 5 I Chapter 6 I Chapter 7 I Chapter 8 I Chapter 9 I Chapter 10 I Chapter 11 I Chapter 12 I Chapter 13 I Chapter 14

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Escape with the Cursed King V

Pairing: Sukuna x F!Reader

Summary: Gojo panics after seeing your open apartment, Sukuna sees that you miss him and allows you to rendezvous with him in a nearby town.

Warnings: Violence

Word Count: 6.3k

Chapter 1 I Chapter 2 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 4 I Chapter 6 I Chapter 7 I Chapter 8 I Chapter 9 I Chapter 10 I Chapter 11 I Chapter 12 I Chapter 13 I Chapter 14

Two piping hot cups of coffee in his hands, Gojo enters the college dorm hall with a splitting headache. Last night’s helping of liquor may have helped him sleep before what awaits him today but first he needs to take care of one ugly hangover. 

With each stride down the halls, he notices there are too many students in the hall instead of hanging out in their rooms. He also sees how their eyes linger on him rather than just noticing him. Something was off. Nerves build in his stomach along with the pace of his feet. Eyes frantically flicking from face to face, he rounds the corner to see your front door wide open. 

Coffee cups clatter to the floor, brown liquid exploding across the tile, as his feet launch off the floor in a full out sprint through the threshold of your apartment. You were nowhere. Your bed empty, fridge full, shoes by the door.

Gojo darts down to Megumi and Yuji’s room, fist pounding on the door in full fledged panic. A groggy Megumi answers the door with a rub to his eye, “Gojo, what’s this about? It’s too early-”

Cut off mid sentence, Megumi is shoved to the side as Gojo bullies into the room, looking for Yuji. “Where is he?”

“Where’s who?”

“Yuji.”

“He’s sleeping”

“No he’s not.”

“He’s -” Black eyes blink several times as he registers the empty bed opposite his own. “Oh, I guess he went to train or something.”

“Definitely not.”

“What’s going on with you?”

“He took her.”

“What?” He tries to hide the exhaustion in his voice but the sleep had yet to drain from his mind. Gojo grabs him by the elbow and drags the black haired boy down to your apartment. “Hey, leggo would ya!”

Gojo yanks Megumi through the doorway and closes it behind him. 

“Look!”

“Oh.”

Gojo rifles through your stuff looking for clues Sukuna might’ve left behind. There didn’t seem to be a struggle. You must’ve been asleep. 

“Gojo…”

“What?!” He responded sharper than he meant, wincing at his own tone. 

“What if she left…with Sukuna”

“With him?”

“Like, voluntarily”

“You don’t mean-” But he never finishes the thought. He runs straight to your closet where you kept your personal files. Your lease, job description, diploma, and other archives were all there but not your birth certificate and other significant documents. “She didn’t…”

“It seems she did.” Megumi says with a hand to Gojo’s shoulder.

“The council can never know.”

“Agreed. But why’d they go so suddenly?”

“The council was going to arrest Yuji today.”

Megumi finds himself fully awake. “What for?!”

“The mission. It was time to get rid of Sukuna.”

“She knew, didn’t she.”

‘She did.”

“She likes him, ya know. She visits him most nights. They think I don’t notice but Sukuna’s voice disturbs my sleep. I can feel his presence every time he emerges.”

“Why on earth would she do that?!”

“She was having a hard time with being saved. She feels like she’s not supposed to be alive. He helps her. I tried to warn her but Sukuna was a lot less annoying once the visits started. He mellowed out and Yuji seemed happier.”

“Why’d no one tell me?!”

“Sorry, we didn’t know they were gonna murder Yuji over it.”

Gojo’s blue eyes shrink at the blunt statement. “We need to make this look more like a kidnapping. No one can know they’re working together.”

A long slender finger points towards the bed. Megumi nods in understanding. He hops on the mattress and soon after Gojo’s hand wraps around his ankle and rips him off the bed along with your sheets. The two swing at each other, Gojo spinning Megumi around and shoving him against the wall, knocking two pictures off their nails and leaving behind a crater from his back. Black hair races towards the kitchen quickly pursued by white hair. A knife is ripped from the wood block and thrown towards Gojo’s head. He dodges the blade and lunges for two more from that same block. Megumi drops and hides behind a lower cabinet door for shelter. He opens the door just in time for the knives to pierce the wood like needles in a pincushion. Megumi turns his head, noticing the pots and pans within his reach and grabs one made of cast iron. He stands up and swings only to be stopped by Gojo’s limitless technique. A large hand catches the boy’s wrist and squeezes till he drops the heavy pan which loudly falls to the floor. Megumi knees his sensei in the gut and aims his free hand towards his head. Gojo lets go to block the strike while the son of Toji seizes the chance to launch over the counter and run behind the couch, putting distance between him and Gojo. 

“Red”

The couch Megumi was behind explodes and he hits the wall creating another chasm and knocking more photos askew. 

“Geezus Gojo, you trying to kill me?”

“I’m trying to make it look realistic.”

“Then we need to use her knives to make it look like she used her dagger technique.”

“Good idea.”

The two return to the kitchen and grab two more knives each and begin stabbing into various surfaces all around where they were fighting. 

“We should scuff up the floor too so it looks like he dragged her out.”

“Right.”

Once it was done they admired their handiwork before leaving the door open once more upon their exit. 

As they march out of the building the tall sorcerer turns towards his pupil and grabs him at the shoulder. “You report this to the council. I’m going to go find her.”

“Shouldn’t you report this?”

“They know our relationship. It’ll be more believable if I immediately go after them. Plus that’s what I want to do anyways.”

“Good luck.”

“I won’t need it.”

Gojo grabs one of the black university sedans and races down the road. He has no idea how to find you but he knows you are nowhere nearby. Public transport isn’t likely with someone as noticeable as Sukuna. He needs to get to a police station and look for claims of auto theft. So that’s where he heads first. 

Midnight strikes and Gojo checks into a hotel room three hours away from campus. He followed lead after lead trying to track down the path you fled. He hadn’t eaten all day but he didn’t feel an ounce of hunger. You were gone. Snatched from under his nose. The swelling pang in his chest tore him apart.

How could you trust a monster? Where have your senses gone? This wasn’t like you at all. 

The bed gives way as he collapses on top of it from exhaustion. He rolls on his back and stares at the blank ceiling, mind racing and heart pounding. In spite of his panic his eyes feel heavy and his lids lower, covering his azure eyes. Before he knows what hit him his mind is blank and light snoring fills the room.

A sliver of light seeps into the room. Your eyes crease into a squint as you get your bearings. Quiet breathing is heard next to you so you turn your head to see resting features below a pink fluffy mop. He looked so peaceful but still menacing even when asleep. A tingle of happiness bubbles in your stomach as you realize for the first time that you were able to sleep next to him all the way till morning. 

Without the distraction of pending intimacy you were able to fully survey your surroundings. Sukuna’s room is enormous. There is a section with a table low to the floor and a pillow next to it. There is also an area with various restraints which made you wonder how they were used in the past. You remember what Yuji said but you also know his reputation as a vicious man and the sight in his room makes you a bit nervous. You also see an area that looks as if it would be used for relaxing and realize his bedroom is essentially a studio apartment within a mansion. 

Your eyes pan back over to where the light leaked in and you see what seemed to be a door to a courtyard but you don’t recall the courtyard being this close, unless he has a private one of his own. Of course. Of course he would have a private courtyard linked to his room, the man is a king after all. You shake your head at your own naivete. 

All the furnishings are dark. Dark wood, dark linens, scrolls with dark ink and brown watercolors. The curse did not seek the light of day but rather the cover of shadows. It wasn’t really your style but maybe one day you could find a happy medium. 

You hear a grunt next to you that brings you back to the present. You sling your arm over his chest and give him a squeeze. 

“Good morning my King.”

A sleepy smirk spreads over his face as he pulls you closer. “G’mornin Doll”

You hum in contentment, his nicknames always leaving you with warm fuzzies. “What are you up to today?”

“Uraume wishes to brief me on what’s been happening with some of the newer special grades. Apparently they have been colluding. News of my vessel has sparked a lot of activity in the past few years.”

“So straight to business.”

Sukuna’s mouth presses into a firm line as he reflects.

“My power puts me in the way of a great deal of conflict, Princess. Are you okay with that?”

“I guess I have to be.”

“You do, yes.”

“It doesn’t mean I wont fear for your safety.”

“I’d tell you I will obliterate anyone who challenges me, but I know it’d be pointless.”

“Yes it would.”

Sukuna’s face falls for a moment as a serious thought crosses his mind. “My power also means you will be put in danger.”

His hand tucks a strand of hair behind your ear as he memorizes your features. You look up at him sweetly and he feels his heart jolt.

“I promise, I will protect you. I won’t let you die.”

“I know. I trust you.”

He smiles and kisses your forehead. You are his prized treasure. The first time he saw you he knew he wanted you almost as much as he wanted power. Now that he had you, he needed his power to keep you. A threat to you is a threat to him and a threat to him is a threat to you. You would never know what it feels like to have a life without him. To be by his side is your new purpose. You will train and stay strong. He will take you into battle with him so that you can continue to hone your skills. He will not let you grow weak. 

You watch his face as he stares at you with an intensity that begins to fill you with discomfort. You wondered what was going on inside his head but your stomach began to growl and reminded you both that it’s time to go get breakfast. 

After a rather quiet and peaceful breakfast Sukuna goes off to handle the affairs of the estate while you seek out Ainu. 

“How’d it go m’lady?”

“It was…intense…”

“Oh?”

You nod your head happily to reassure her it was a good thing

“Well I guess it shouldn’t surprise me that he’d be intense behind closed doors. It would perfectly align with the rest of him.”

You chuckle at her in response.

“And what about Yuji?”

“He let me speak with him.”

“I assume he was okay with it.”

“He was. He seemed a bit embarrassed about it but he was okay. I kinda wonder if that was his first…ya know.”

Ainu giggles. “Oh I hope not.”

“Me too but you never know! His face turned almost as pink as his hair!”

“Do you think he sees what Sukuna sees?”

“I don’t know. I think he does but I also don’t really want to think about it too deeply. This whole vessel thing is really weird.”

The both of you laugh at the sheer insanity of your reality. 

Ainu and you have many silly conversations together as the weeks of your residence at the hidden estate go by. However, they couldn’t replace your Tuesday coffee. A sadness started to paint your features when you were not actively in conversation with someone and Sukuna began to notice. 

“My love, the light in your eyes is dim”

You shake your head as if to clear your thoughts before returning Sukuna’s gaze who looks at you with worry. 

“Huh?”

“Are you sad here?”

“I have you”

“That is not an answer.”

You appreciated that he was always direct but sometimes it sounded like a scolding. 

“I miss my job a little… but I am happy to be with you.” You reach for Sukuna’s hand and begin to watch as you intertwine your fingers, mesmerized by how his digits look between your own. 

“I’m not enough.”

“No!” you look up in fear. You don’t want him to think you’re ungrateful. You have loved being with him. Training and fighting by his side has made you even stronger than you already are. Sometimes you wish you could show off your new skill to Gojo because of how much you’ve improved.

“Don’t lie to me.”

“My lord! You are enough.”

Sukuna pulls his hand out of yours and you feel your heart twist at his withdrawal. 

“I said don’t lie. What would help you feel better?”

“I’m fine-“

“You're not.”

“I-“ you cut yourself off as you realized that you are indeed unhappy. When did you begin to feel this way? How could he see it before you felt it? “I think I miss my friends”

“I thought you made friends with Ainu”

“I did but…please don’t be mad”

You can already see Sukuna’s displeasure at his spot on guess of what your next words are about to be. 

“I think I miss coffee with Gojo”

Sukuna tries his best to hide his annoyance at the statement but you can see his jaw tighten and the vein on his forehead pulse and you shrink away from him. But then you feel his warm hand grab yours and lift the back of it to his lips, pressing a firm kiss into your skin. 

“I’m not going to let you go meet up with Gojo unsupervised but… I am willing to escort you to a meeting spot to see him.” 

“My King, you cannot! It’s too big of a risk!” 

“I’m not willing to let you out of my sight like that. Plus the sorcerers are intelligent. They may abduct you to turn you into bait for me.”

“Gojo would never”

“Maybe not, but I can't know that he won’t be followed. I won’t risk it.”

“I-“ however the protest dies on your lips as you realize that he’s right. It seems he’s always right. 

“I’ll send a messenger to Gojo, inviting him to visit you at a coffee shop half way.”

“Do you think he’d really come that far just to see me?”

“Trust me, he’ll come.”

It pissed Sukuna off to no extent that you ignored Gojo’s obvious feelings for you but it also gave him security. He was sure that Gojo would travel to any location Sukuna chose and that he’d come alone too. He wasn’t about to report your location or rendezvous because it would mean your life. Yes, Gojo’s feelings are bothersome but they also keep you safe and if seeing that white haired clown was gonna make you happy then he’d put up with him. 

Back at JJU, Gojo throws his keys in the bowl next to his front door. He slipped off his coat and tossed it over the back of his couch. Life had been dull without you. Sometimes he would hear your laugh on campus and feel his heart leap into his throat till he found the sound belonged to another university girl walking across campus. 

Every Tuesday he’d go to your signature coffee shop waiting for you. Hoping and praying you’d walk through the door. A quarter of the year had passed since you went missing. Your apartment had been repaired and a new director was found to take your place. It was wrong. Everything about his existence as of late was wrong. There was nothing right in this world and it sickened him to his core. 

Every night he dreamed about you. Imagining you would walk through the very door he just entered and would crawl in bed with him, laying in the crook of his arm, leg draped over his and cheek resting on his chest. He imagined his finger drawing shapes on your back as he held you and imagined his nose buried in your hair, smelling the scent of your shampoo. 

But it wasn’t real. It never would be.

Gojo walks across the room towards his kitchen when he came across a large dark brown glob the height of his hip with three eyes all pointed in different directions bouncing near his fridge. Unsure of how a low grade curse entered his home Gojo snaps his fingers, “Purple.” The curse implodes but a piece of paper floats to the ground. 

The tall man stoops down and picks it up, flipping it between his fingers. 

2949 Wajicho, Nishi-ku, Hamamatsu Tuesday ⚬ 11:30

It was an invention and he had a strong hunch who it was from. 

Tuesday came quicker than expected and you weren’t sure what to wear. You didn’t want to look like you were going on a date but you hadn’t had a real reason to dress up in so long. You are now a homebody most of the time except when Sukuna brings you to battle against rouge curses who refuse to bend the knee. However, that's not exactly the kind of outing that warrants a cute outfit. Even when you wanted to have a romantic evening with Lord Sukuna, he’d tear your clothes off so quickly that you never have a chance to finish putting them on. So now that you are going to be seen in public for the first time in 3 months, you had a hard time choosing an outfit. 

“What’s taking so long?” You hear just outside your bedroom door. 

Sukuna’s voice was thick with irritation but you could tell he was trying hard not to lose his temper with you. He never wants to lose control with you. For you, he will be whatever you need him to be, no matter how out of character. 

“I’m sorry my lord, I don’t know how to dress to be in public anymore.”

“That’s ridiculous” Sukuna complains as he barges into your room.

“Hey!” You shout in pretend outrage 

“Here” Sukuna grabs the first top and pants he sees and shoves them into your chest. “Put them on and let’s go.”

“Baby these don’t even go together.”

Sukuna never gave you permission to use the moniker, but at times, he liked when you slipped up and treated him like a human boyfriend. However he liked it more when he could mess with you for your carelessness. 

“What did you say?”

“My lord, those don’t match”

You flawlessly stare him in the eye, unwavering, as if you had called him Lord from the start. The corner of his lip curls as he moves in close to you, placing both hands on your hips and drawing his face close to yours. 

“Don’t pretend like you didn’t just call me ‘baby’.”

You lightly kiss his cheek and apologize “I’m sorry ‘Kuna, in my fluster I forgot my manners.”

Oh, that did him in. He grew to love the nickname you call him when your eyes are heavy lidded after a long night of tangling up in the sheets. Your arms restrained over your head or behind your back while he pulls orgasm after orgasm out of you. Your soft and breathless voice barely able to speak as you babble and flip flop between begging for mercy and begging for more. Kuna is his name when he has reduced you to rubble before passing out on his cock. He secretly relished the childish title and now you dare to use it when you’re half naked, still picking out clothes? 

Sukuna pushes you down on the bed. 

“Kuna! Wait! I’m supposed to be getting ready!”

“You can get ready after I fix your manners”

Your breath falters as his heavy body climbs over yours and plants slow kisses along your neck and shoulders. You feel his teeth lightly nip at your skin and it steals your breath. Strong hands sliding up the sides of your thighs, your ribs, then arms, finding your wrists and wrapping his digits around them before forcefully pinning them above your head. 

The compromising captivity causes your nubs to perk up and your back to arch under him. Your pupils suddenly blow wide and gaze up at him so prettily, letting him know that he’s got you just as bad as you got him. 

Curse you for being able to do this to him. He is the King, the one in control. But you pull out this need in him that he doesn’t understand. There are times when he doesn’t think clearly cause thoughts of you consume him. 

“What’s my name?”

“K-kuna” you whisper

Sukuna grinds his hips down into you, his bulge pushed between your legs. 

“What’s my name?”

“S-kuna”

“Tsk tsk, what a bad girl” he chides while grinding against you harder causing you to shut your eyes and see stars. 

“Lord Sukuna” 

you force the words out with difficulty and it almost disappoints him. He had wanted you to give him a reason to fuck you into chains and whip you like the naughty girl you are being but luckily for you, the both of you are on a time crunch to travel to the coffee shop and meet Gojo. 

“Here”

Sukuna grabs a shirt and jeans combo he had seen you wear many times while at the university. He reaches over and pulls out a flannel shirt to match. 

“Wear that with the gold necklace.”

You look up at him in awe. The details Sukuna notices about you. How are you so special? How did you earn this man’s attention especially to the point that he memorized your outfits? 

“Kuna…”

“Yes?” He says in a gruff manner 

You give him a soft kiss on the cheek. You didn’t have anything more to say but you made sure he knew as you pressed your lips under his cheek bone that he had completely stolen your heart. 

Sukuna looks down at you with a smile and wraps his arm around your waist as you finish changing, “Let’s go baby.”

“Yes my lord”

Only a town away from where you exited the veil, Sukuna changed into Yuji. It seems the two of them had been talking and agreed that it would be wiser to travel as a normal guy rather than a tattooed, four-eyed curse. 

In spite of this transition, Yuji still held onto you tightly while traveling through the train station. It was weird to look over and only see two eyes staring back. It also felt strange to hold Yuji’s hand. It felt smaller somehow and weak even though Yuji is quite strong. You had tried to uncouple yourself from him a few times to which he pulled you closer. 

“He and I agreed that you would not leave our side.”

“I’m not trying to leave your side, it's just weird holding hands with another man.”

“It's literally the same hand you’ve been holding for months, professor.”

You could make out something similar to jealousy etched in his tone but chose to ignore it. 

“You can just call me by my name, you know. There’s no need to be so formal. You’ve literally had your dick inside of me.”

Yuji began to choke on his own saliva. 

“Geezus Professor, why’d ya have to phrase it like that?”

“Cause you’re annoying me.”

“All I’m doing is protecting you.”

You didn’t have anything to say in response. He was right. What was the big deal? He’s just holding your hand but somehow it feels disloyal. Suddenly a mouth appears on the side of Yuji’s face and begins to scold you. 

“Hold the kid’s hand or I’ll beat you senseless when we get home.”

You cross your legs a little tighter at his words and squeeze Yuji’s hand. “There, happy?”

“Much better” the mouth bosses before fading. 

After a few trains you reach the heart of a large city and head towards a small coffee shop tucked away in an empty ally. It seemed as if this little meeting spot was known to Sukuna for quite some time as there was no way he had just discovered it within two days. 

Yuji grabs the door handle and pulls it open to allow you to enter. As you do, you pan across the sunlit room, eyes gazing over the chestnut furniture till they land on a fluffy silver mane belonging to one blindfolded special grade sorcerer. 

“Gojo!” you squeal as you nearly run over to him. 

He greets you with your name as he sits straight up upon seeing you enter. “Wow, you look fantastic! Did you grow out your hair?”

You blush and tuck a strand behind your ears. “A little. There isn’t exactly a salon where I'm staying.”

Gojo looks over at Yuji, “Yet his undercut is as fresh as ever.”

Yuji scratches the back of his head and shrugs as he feels that short strands Gojo is referring to, “Yeah well, what can I say? Sukuna keeps a barber on hand.”

Gojo wants to scowl at the thought but he’s too excited to see the two of you alive to care much about the likes of the King. 

“So how have you both been? And did I see you holding hands?”

Yuji and you exchange glances. “It’s just a precaution. In case you were followed. Sukuna wants Yuji next to me whenever I am outside of the estate.”

Gojo reflects on this. “Sukuna, huh? He’s still protecting you then?”

You blush deeply. “Yes”

Under the table you see Yuji’s hand on his knee and a mouth emerging and disappearing without a sound as if Sukuna was restraining himself from making any comments. You decide to change the subject.

“So how is everything back at the University?”

“Well…it could be better. After you left they spent two months searching for you. I brought you coffee that morning, you know. Iwent to your apartment and saw it left open and both you and Yuji missing… it was like walking into a nightmare.”

You feel your stomach churn, imagining how he must have felt.

“But after I went into your room I realized you weren’t abducted. Your favorite stuff was missing, important documents gone. I knew you did it on purpose. I didn’t tell anyone else that though. Megumi and I actually made it a little more believable. We let them believe you were taken, it saved both of our necks. You were smart to do it that way. Thank you.”

He pauses before continuing, “I was so mad at you at first. You left without saying goodbye. I know that the idea of Yuji’s death wasn’t something you’d take well but I didn't expect you to just up and leave with him.”

“I’m sorry. It wasn’t planned, it was just…” Gojo, who had been looking down at his hands wrapped around his cup, lifted his head slightly to look up at you. “I couldn’t be without him.” 

You look over at Yuji, your eyes drilling through him, searching for Sukuna within his depths. 

“Him, huh.” Gojo says with a hint of sarcasm.

“I love him, Turo”

You watch as Gojo stiffens before you. “Don’t say such ridiculous things.”

“It’s not ridiculous and he loves me back.”

“That’s called Stockholm syndrome, Sweets.”

“I don’t have Stockholm syndrome. I felt this way back at the university.”

Gojo’s jaw tightened further. The idea that a woman as amazing as you is shacked up with a vial monster is hard for him to hear. 

“Does he hurt you?”

“Of course not. He treats me very well.”

“Are you sure?”

“Turo, I wouldn’t be here next to him if he didn’t, you know my capability.”

“True. It’s one of the only reasons that I haven’t lost my mind with worry. I know you can take care of yourself.”

“And Sukuna has been helping train me. He wants to make sure I am safe. He keeps me strong.”

“I noticed you looked more fit.”

You smile but you can see Yuji’s hand growing a mouth and decide to stop.

“So what else happened after we left?”

“Well they assumed that I told Yuji about his execution and they grilled me pretty hard but luckily Nanami reminded them about your abduction and they’ve laid off me since.”

“I was worried I’d cause you trouble.”

“You did, but I’m okay now. They spent two months searching for you. However, now there seems to be a disturbance in the curse world, seemingly unrelated to Sukuna, so they had to call the whole thing off.”

“Don’t I feel special” you say with sarcasm

“Well it’s not everyday that the council cares so much about finding a sorcerer.”

“I’m a special grade, of course they cared, however brief.”

“I think they were more interested in using you as leverage.”

“Knew it.” You hear the deep voice echo from under the table.

“Lay off, would you?” you snip back before blowing a few strands of hair out of your face and looking forward at Gojo again.

“We’ve been tracking the curses too. We’ve had to deal with a couple hordes.”

“Yeah” Saturo replies “We noticed some pretty remarkable battlefields in the same locations we were supposed to take care of.”

“Sorry” you joke, “beat you to it.”

“Hey” he replies as he laces his fingers together behind his head and leans back in his chair, “I’m not complainin. Less work for me.”

“Good. Cause I wasn’t gonna let you complain.”

A toothy grin splits the man’s face. Yuji takes the opportunity to excuse himself and order drinks. It seems the two of you were about to engage in a long light hearted conversation and he knew better than to be a third wheel.

“I knew you’d been there too. Your curse daggers were everywhere. Must’ve been fresh since they hadn’t melted away yet. I’m amazed that no one has caught on that it was you.”

“They really didn’t know?!”

“Nope, they think that Sukuna has competition.”

“Ha! It’s Sukuna’s cursed energy that helps me produce those daggers. He can snap his fingers and behead the entire town but instead he has me single handedly deal with the curse hordes he finds.”

“Why on earth is he making you do his dirty work?”

“Cause, I told you, he wants me to be strong. Stronger than you, even. He keeps going on and on about my potential.”

“Hmm, I’m not gonna lie to you Sweets, this is not the kind of behavior I expected to hear about Sukuna. I’m glad he’s training you but don’t lose your humanity in the process. I don’t want you turning into a bloodthirsty killing machine.”

You laugh, “I’m not capable of being a bloodthirsty killing machine.”

“Yet.”

“Toru, I’m gonna kick your ass if you keep implying that I’m gonna become some evil villain.”

“You? Kick my ass?”

“Yes me! Kick your ass.” you mock right back at him.

“Nah, in your dreams Sweets.”

“Too bad you’re already stuck in my dreamscape. Sucks to suck Saturo.”

The genuine smiles that are exchanged fill your heart with joy that you hadn’t felt in weeks. You loved Sukuna but you needed to see your best friend, at least occasionally. Yuji dropped off your cup at the table in front of you before quickly morphing into Sukuna to give you a peck on the cheek before morphing right back. You squeeze your eyes shut in happiness before watching Yuji walk off to the opposite corner of the shop to watch you from afar. 

Sukuna didn’t want to encroach on your time with a friend. He could give up an hour or two of your company if it meant your happiness. Though a tinge of jealousy sat in his chest, Yuji helped him forget about the feeling and shove it away with his pride as he watched your glowing face from across the room.

“Those daggers though, left in the curse’s bodies, they are stronger than they used to be.”

“Yeah, I think the stronger the cursed energy I siphon, the stronger the daggers. Since I’ve mostly been siphoning Sukuna’s energy, They’ve been especially potent.”

“And they’ve been sticking around longer before disintegrating.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve arrived at some of your battlefields over a week later to see some of your daggers still clinging to their shape.”

“That’s insane! Usually they melt away in a half hour.”

“Exactly.”

“Wanna know something else?”

“What?”

“I can siphon off the cursed energy from pretty far away now.”

“How far?”

“Ten meters”

“Ten meters?!”

“Yes.”

“Impressive” he retorts as he crosses his arms over his chest. You feel a swell of pride at his praise. 

“And I’m able to control curses when I touch anywhere on their heads now.”

“I didn’t know it was possible for you to extend that capability to other bodily parts.”

“Sukuna believes that I’ll soon be able to control curses by touching them anywhere.”

“I have to agree with him. And what about Yuji, how’s he doing?”

“He doesn’t come out much these days but Sukuna hates afternoons so recently they’ve been switching places in the middle of the day. I think he’s going soft on the guy”

“Sukuna growing soft?”

“Yeah. He can be intense at times but he’s nothing like the legends make him seem.”

“I see.”

Gojo contemplates your words and wonders if maybe you’re having a profound impact on the King. Could it be that you may be able to control one of the world’s largest threats?

“So what’s your new home like?”

“It’s lovely. Very large and has an entire staff.”

“A staff or slaves?”

“Staff” you say firmly.

“Whatever you say” Gojo rolls his eyes as he raises his hands in innocence. 

“Anyways” you deadpan “there are small farms and fresh food. Lots of land to explore and I’m thinking of getting a pet.”

“A pet?! Ha!”

“What’s so funny?!”

“Lord Sukuna with a pet!”

“No, me with a pet, you turd.” Gojo chuckles and so do you. 

“Be honest, are you actually happy?”

“I am.”

“And you’re not lying?”

“Cross my heart.”

“When can I see you again?”

“How about next Tuesday, like old times?”

“Sounds great. I assume we have to do it all the way over here again.”

“Probably.”

“As your majesty wishes.”

You laugh. “You get used to it. Following his wishes, I mean.”

“Whatever you say, Sweets.”

Gojo and you stand up. He makes his way around the table and gives you a hug. “Thank you for coming all this way for me.”

“Same time next week?”

“Same time next week.” you hum into his shoulder. As you release you feel Yuji’s hand on your waist.

“See ya Yuji. Next time let's catch up too.”

“See ya Gojo.” he says with a bright smile before wrapping his arm around you protectively and pulling you back. You watch Saturo leave before exiting the shop yourselves. 

“This about to be a weekly thing?”

“Yes please.”

“I’m down if you are.” Yuji says as you turn down the street. Feeling a subtle shift in energy, you look over to see the tattooed face of your four eyed lover. 

“Anything for my princess.”

You can’t help how your heart skips a beat. You want him to stay out so you can be in public with your boyfriend but you know that he’ll catch too much attention. Your elated expression softens as Yuji reemerges before you. 

“You don’t have to look so disappointed.”

“I’m not!”

“Ugh, you have no idea how annoying this vessel thing is.”

“Well until we find a way to give him a new body, we’re stuck with this arrangement.”

“Do you think they’ll still try to execute you if Sukuna gets his body back or inhabits a new vessel?”

“I don’t know. Technically my crime was not being able to control him as a vessel. That part is still true even if he’s no longer inside of me.”

“But they wanted to kill you because they wanted to get rid of Sukuna. If he’s no longer inside of you, doesn’t that take away their motive?”

“I guess. How long have you been thinking about this?”

“Awhile”

“Do you want to get rid of me that bad?”

“What?! No, of course not. It’s just, I know this can’t be easy on you. You lost your freedom and-”

“I’m fine professor, really.”

“You’re not fine, you’re just being nice.” Besides, on those afternoons that Yuji is out, you’ve seen how he looks at a girl named Hana. Whatever baby crush he had for you seems to have faded and he found someone who he could really bond with. Yuji would never be allowed near her while Sukuna resides in his body though. Plus you’d really like to stop sharing Sukuna with Yuji. It makes you happy that Sukuna had started letting him out regularly but it was very inconvenient. The arrangement wasn’t a long term solution and you are determined to start figuring out how to separate them. 

“Where’d you go?” Yuji says as he pokes your face lightly.

“Nowhere, just zoned out a bit.”

“Mhm, suuure.”

You roll your eyes and board the train. “Come on, let’s get home.”

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Escape with the Cursed King IV

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Pairing: Sukuna x F!Reader

Summary: Your arrival in the veil of Sukuna's home has him excited to finally have you to himself but it leaves your mind spiraling with questions. You make a new friend who puts your mind at ease before you join Sukuna for bed.

Warnings: NSFW, Rough Penetration, Creampie

Word Count: 3.3k

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Several minutes into the blissful moment with your King you hear quiet footsteps approach. Both of you raise your heads in simultaneously to look at who they belonged to. It was none other than Uraume.

“Good Evening Master.” They say with a bow, “May I interrupt?”

Sukuna gives you a look to which you nod. He perches your chin on his pointer and thumb before kissing your forehead. “Tonight. My chambers.”

You feel bashful and look down before mustering the strength to look him in the eye, “Yes, my King.”

You dismiss yourself to continue your exploration of the grounds but your mind, once calm and still by Sukuna’s presence, is now reeling. 

Could tonight be the night that…you know…it happens? 

He has been gentle and loving so far, keeping things slow but Yuji did say that he thinks ‘messed up’ things about you. Plus if what just happened in the hall is any indication, he’s definitely wanting to take the next step.

Are you ready though? It’s not like you’re a virgin or anything but this is a curse you’re talking about. A powerful curse at that. Would intimacy hurt you? Like how eating Sukuna’s finger would kill most, would allowing him inside of you do something similar? What if you fell pregnant? What would a half curse-half human baby be like? Furthermore, what about Yuji? It’s his body afterall. You can’t just do something like this without his permission. Thoughts swirl through your mind and the dizziness from it all causes you to stagger in the garden, almost falling into the Koi pond. 

“M’lady!”

You hear the voice from behind you as a strong pair of arms grab a hold of your waist.

“Kazuo?”

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, I umm-I got a little overwhelmed is all”

He guides you over to a bench and has you sit down. “Overwhelmed?”

“It’s uh, it’s personal.” You say, feeling embarrassed and looking to the ground.

“Ah.” He says realizing this might be a conversation for a female counterpart.

“Girl stuff?”

“Yeah”

“I, I can go get my wife if you need someone to talk to.”

You look up from your feet, “Would it be too much trouble?”

“Not at all.”

Kazuo gets up and walks off into the house. You’re left on the bench staring at the door through which he entered. A short while later he reemerges with a petite woman by his side. She has extremely long black hair all the way down to her behind and stood at just one and a half meters. 

Kazuo gives you a small wave as his wife glides forward, giving you a small bow before sitting down next to you.

“Nice to meet you m’lady”

You bow your head, “Nice to meet you.” You give her your name and ask for her’s.

“My name is Ainu”

“Hi Ainu. How long have you served here?”

“Since I was a child m’lady.”

“Since you were a child?”

“Yes, most of us grew up within the veil. Only some of us have come from the nearby town.”

“So you’ve known Kazuo your whole life?”

“That I have. We played together as kids”

“I can only imagine. Did you like growing up here?”

“I did. It’s peaceful here though I imagine things will be more lively now that our master is back. Neither of us ever thought we’d see him in the flesh.”

“Well, I guess he’s not completely in the flesh. He is inside his vessel, not his body.”

“True, but still.”

A comfortable silence exists between you two for a minute before she speaks again.

“So my husband says you are feeling overwhelmed.”

“I am. It’s just…this is a lot.”

“Hm?”

“The whole, leaving my life behind and running away with a cursed spirit. A highly hunted and wanted cursed spirit.”

“I can only imagine what that must be like.”

“I’ve heard so much about Sukuna but I’ve never seen him be the man they’ve described him to be. Even his vessel is weary of him but I can’t imagine it.”

“Men, in my experience, can change when they find someone worth changing for.”

“Do you think he is as bad as they say?”

“Maybe he once was. When he was lost and drunk on power. But he has had a millenia to grow and mature.”

“What if I grow attached to him and he changes back?”

“Then you wouldn’t be doing your job as his partner.”

“What if he doesn’t want a partner.”

“I’ve never heard of a story where Sukuna has saved a life. I believe you to be an exception.”

You fall once more into silence before you push through your embarrassment. “I believe tonight he wants to…” you squeeze your eyes shut before opening one of them to look at her. “Be intimate?”

“Do you want to?”

“I do… but I feel conflicted.”

“How so?”

You explain to her your questions and she reminds you that Sukuna was once a man. You already knew this but it reassured you that a potential child would likely be viable. And him being in a vessel most likely meant your bodies would be compatible. You felt a lot better about the situation but you still didn’t like the idea of just ignoring Yuji.

“Maybe you could ask to speak with him.”

“I don’t know if he’d go for that.”

“But at least Yuji will know that you care for him and want to respect him.”

“True…I’ll try. I just hope Sukuna doesn’t get mad.”

She smiles at you and lightly places her hand on your knee. “Something tells me that if he does, he won’t be mad for long.”

You take a deep breath and look off into the bushes of the garden. “Okay. I feel ready. Would you mind staying with me till it’s time?”

“Of course. My cousin can take over my responsibilities.”

“Will she be mad?” You scrunch your face up in guilt realizing how selfish your request was.

“Not at all. Things are more lively than before but I do not do much in the evenings anyways.”

The two of you stand up and head inside with her to your right. You begin to chatter about childhood stories and young love, giggling about embarrassing memories and suddenly you felt at home.

Inside your room she helped you do your hair and you did your bedtime routine before standing up to go to Sukuna’s room. 

“Enjoy yourself tonight m’lady.”

“I don’t know why I’m so nervous.”

“Cause this time it’s meaningful.”

“True. and it’s not like we’re talking about some ordinary guy.”

“No we are not.” She giggles, “I’ll stop by tomorrow before noon to see how it went.” she says with a wink.

You smile and push open the door. “Thanks. See you tomorrow.”

Ainu departs and heads towards the other end of the house while you gingerly knock on Sukuna’s door before opening it.

“My King?”

You look around the gigantic room before you spot his pink hair and tattooed body striding over to you. He grabs both of your hands to pull you close.

“You look beautiful.”

“Thank you, my King”

He kisses your forehead before steering you towards the bed.

“Sukuna?”

He stops in his tracks. “Yes?”

You bite your lip and stare at the ground. “Before we move forward, could I talk to Yuji?”

“What did you just say?” his voice became raspy and deep as he spoke the question.

You feel fear flood your veins and your body treacherously trembles as you explain yourself. 

“It’s just that this isn’t your body and it doesn’t feel right to do this without his consent.”

“That’s funny cause I don’t recall him asking for my consent when he ate my finger. I didn’t ask to be trapped in this body or be locked away inside a vessel.”

Your jitters increase but you stand your ground.

“Please? I can’t ignore the fact that he’s in there.”

You see the frustration build on his face as he barks at you.“Stop shaking.”

You try to get your nerves under control but you know you’ve ruined the mood and disappointed him. Your eyes begin to mist. 

“Look at me.” he says with a short temper.

Your eyes snap up to meet his and you mutter an apology. “I’m sorry.” 

Sukuna doesn’t understand your distress as you shrink before him and it frustrates him further. 

“I don’t mean to disappoint you but we’ve never gone this far and…”

“Fine, talk to the brat.” He doesn’t understand it but he hates to see you look at him with so much fear. 

Tears leak out of your eyes and your rapid breathing begins to turn to normal. “You mean it?”

“Make it quick.”

You swing your arms around him and squeeze before you notice a shift in his stance.

“Yuji?”

“Hey professor.”

You release your arms and step back. “Hey”

“So…you wanted to talk?”

“Yeah, I uh, Sukuna, well we, tonight, we want to be intima-”

“-have sex. Yes, I know. He’s been thinking about it all day.”

Your face turns bright red. “Well, how do you feel about it?”

He scratches the back of his head and looks over at a phantom speck of dust on the floor as he responds, “does it matter?”

“Of course it matters.”

“Look professor, I don’t mind. He cares for you and those feelings keep him under control. If it means he’s not gonna murder people, I’m not gonna stand in your way.”

“You sure?”

He blushes and you start to realize that maybe Yuji is starting to share Sukuna’s sentiments for you. “If that’s what you both want, then yes.”

“Yuji, thank you.” you smile ear to ear and feel relief wash over you.

“Talk to you later Professor.”

“Talk to you later Yuji”

As Yuji retreats and Sukuna reemerges, you notice how his features age slightly and his muscles expand all at the same time the ink bleeds onto his skin. Unlike Yuji, Sukuna stands taller and is more bulky. You take note of these slight differences while he strides closer.

“Happy?”

You melt into his arms and fully relax, “Much better.”

“Do you always think about other men right before fucking?”

You snort. “No, only when they’re possessed by a curse.”

He scoffs as he tosses you onto the bed. “You’re lucky this is our first time cause later you will pay for your insolence.”

You prop yourself up on your elbows and rub your foot along the back of your shin. A playful smile graces your face, your gaze lifting up to look at him. “Oh? You’re going to make me pay?”

“Later, yes.” he says as he drops to his hands leaning over you and moving his face close to yours. “For now, I need my princess to take care of something.”

“You do, do you?”

“Yes” he breathes into the shell of your ear, making you hot all over. “And she better not keep me waiting.”

You place your slender fingers on his collarbone and gently push to signal for him to roll onto his back. As he settles his head against the silk covered pillow you crawl over him and remove your top. Bending forward, you place a gentle kiss to his lips before pressing harder. 

Strong hands run up your spine as your delicate digits cradle his face. He snaps his fingers against your bra clasp and you feel the band release. Slippng your arms out of the loops and tossing the item aside, you allow it to be forgotten in some unknown corner of the room. 

Bare chest against bare chest, you press against him feeling happiness wrap around you like a thick blanket. 

Your fingers slide from his face to the back of his neck, digging into his skin slightly as your greed for him grew. Your lids lower and your eyes drop to Sukuna’s lips. A  glance back up to his eyes, they’re already focused on your pillowy soft smile. You blink and give in, falling against him and inhaling as you move your lips with his. You can’t help the way your hands run down his arms and wander to his back where you feel his muscles tense as he begins pushing his pelvis up into you where you straddle him.

You feel him hardening between your legs and you can’t accept the amount of clothing between you and him. You break apart the kiss to rip off your pajama bottoms. However, as you bend over to pull your foot out of the hole, you feel pressure around your hips and hear the sound of stitches ripping.

“Sukuna!”

“You can get new ones.” he says under his breath as he tosses the tattered fabric to the side and pulls you back on top of him.

Though you were slightly annoyed about him quite literally ripping off your underwear, you climb back over him and feel the satisfying friction of his manhood rubbing between your folds while his black robe falls open. 

You lay on top of him, grinding your hips against his as you litter his neck in kisses. It takes every ounce of restraint for Sukuna to not take you the way he wanted to. He needs to be kind to you tonight. He needs to be patient but patience is not what he is known for. It isn’t exactly his strongest quality. But for you he’ll try. 

Your lips find every crevice of his jaw and neck. You reach just behind his ear before you hear a change in his breathing. Knowing you found a sensitive patch, you focus your efforts on it. 

“Woman, you're asking for trouble.”

“Sorry, did I find a weak spot?” you taunt. 

“Ah, so you really are asking for trouble then.” he says as his hands harshly grip around your thighs and he pushes up into your center with his hips.

You exhale into his neck and he knows he’s driving you just as wild as you are him.

“Maybe” you whisper before returning to sucking on his neck. 

The man groans and tilts his hips in such a way that your sopping wet core is able to slide over his length and bury it deep within your walls. You gasp as you feel him enter you and Sukuna nearly loses his composure.

His hands run up your thighs to your hips and he pins you down as he grinds up into you. A high pitched gasp and a small moan slip out. “Ah, she likes that, huh.”

You refuse to answer and continue to work your mouth over the expanse of his chest to which he grabs a firm fistful of your fleshy hips and begins to guide you up and down along his length. 

You fall into him face first, feeling the pleasure steal away your power. You lift your hips in time with his hands and his pelvis matches the pace. But soon you are unable to keep up with him as he increases the rate at which he’s pumping up into you. 

You yield to his tempo and he flips you onto your back, driving into you relentlessly. He had waited for this moment since the day he saw you. To bring you here, to his bed, and have you under him moaning like one of his whores from a thousand years ago. 

“Su-sukuna, feels s’good” your eyes shoot open as he hits a squishy spot deep in your walls, causing your heels to dig into the mattress. A loud moan makes him pull his head away from your soft neck and stare at your cross eyed face. He smirks so handsomely and continues his blissful pounding with you screaming away under him. 

“K-kuna! Oh my gods!” a slurry of curse words fill the air as he snaps at an unrelenting pace. 

“Kuna?” he questions

“S-or-ry, my Ki-ing-g” you gasp between strokes. 

Your pathetic little noises humor him as he watches you unravel from beneath. If this is what he can do to you now, just what will you be like when he does what he really wants with you? His thoughts grew wild with lust and he drove you right up against the head of the bed, your body folding in half from his force. 

“Normally I don’t allow my toys to address me so informally. Lucky for you, I happen to think it’s cute.”

He punctuates the last word with a harsh thrust that makes you yelp, followed by a roll of your eyes. “You think you’re something special, don’t you. Tell me how much you love your king.”

“I lovem’ myking.” You slur, feeling the blood to your brain draining to between your legs.

“And how much do you love servicing your king?”

“S’much” you gasp, feeling your body crumple into a ball against the headboard. 

“Ah, my pretty girl having trouble speaking?”

You pathetically nod at him, eyes starting to close. 

“No need to talk, Love, just let me make you feel good.”

His hips continue to push you up into the headboard until he can no longer see your face. Upon seeing you disappear, he grabs your hair and pulls you up just to throw you back down on the mattress, facing away from the headboard. You try to catch your fall with your hands but you fail and land with your cheek and nose crashing into the covers. 

Sukuna props up your hips and kneels behind you, easily slipping in and grinding in. Drool is pooling on the sheets below your mouth which saturate further with each forceful stroke. 

At first it’s your face fucked into the mattress but slowly your entire body begins to be pushed down. Your knees slide out and give way to his enthusiasm and soon you’re suffocating on silk. 

“Kuna…k-kuna…” you find the strength to waive your hand behind you. 

“Not now Princess, I’m almost there.”

“I can’t…can’t…breathe.”

“Sorry baby.”

Sukuna lifts you up by a fistful of hair, yet again, and brings you to standing on your knees. He lets go and supports your upper body by cradling your chest as he leans you forward to keep ramming himself inside of you. 

You’re left speechless as he knocks the wind out of you with each thrust. Nothing but the sounds of impact filling the room. Sukuna grunts and changes his grip, threading his arms under your armpits and grabbing you by the tops of your shoulders, pulling you back into him with each stroke and watching you bounce off his cock upon every impact. 

“Fuckin’ perfect.” He moans, watching how the fat of your ass jiggles for him. 

His speed increases and you know he’s about to blow, you feel it too. You are already completely undone by what feels like a thirty minute long constant orgasm. You have no energy left to spend. As the hot ropes shoot into your hole you can barely make a sound. Your eyes simply cross before you pass out. 

Sukuna lets out a loud groan before he collapses on top of you, rolling onto his side and laughing at your lifeless body. 

“Can’t handle me, can she.”

Though this wouldn’t be the first time he’d fucked a girl lifeless. Some of his favorite concubines centuries ago were the same. 

Unlike back then though, he wiped the fluid between your legs and dressed you in your pajamas. He laid you down next to him and held you in his arms as he fell asleep. You are perfect to him. Everything he didn’t know he wanted. Staring at your soft and peaceful features, he stroked your cheek with the back of his finger before resting his head behind your own and drifting off to sleep, joining you in the land of dreams.

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Escape with the Cursed King VIII

18+ content, Minors DO NOT interact

Pairing: Sukuna x F!Reader

Summary: Sukuna takes you out to help him handle business with the various hords of curses around the country. Your powers continue to grow which impresses Sukuna and feeds his feelings toward you. After your most recent battle you make a realization and Sukuna decides to take an important step with you.

Warnings: NSFW, choking, belt-play, violence, fingering, oral, 69, unprotected penetration, cream pie.

Word Count: 5.8k

Art Credit: @akirasukuna

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“Submit to me or prepare to die” Sukuna warns. 

Piles of small, low grade curses litter the ground. Some are still smoking from Sukuna’s flames, some lay pinned to the ground by the needles and daggers you created with your technique.

Based on the number of bodies strewn over the cold pavement, you’d think that there was a full-out war waged on the streets of this small city however, the opposing team only had two men, you and Lord Sukuna.

Recently in these confrontations, Sukuna made you do all the work, throwing in one or two well-timed assaults to flex his power before stepping back and admiring how beautiful you look in the midst of battle. He was proud of you and your strength. A talented and beautiful special-grade sorcerer, all to himself. 

The culprit of commotion this time is the humanoid creature before you, with three ponytails running down the center of its skull and an unnerving pair of black eyes contrasting its ivory-pale hide. 

“Unlikely”a demonic voice rings back in response to Sukuna’s demand.

A challenge to Lord Sukuna? Are they dumb? A stupidly hot smile twisted your king’s features before his eyes glanced sideways at you. 

“I’d recommend bending the knee before I have this one force you to.” He says tilting his head towards you. 

“What’s a puny human going to do to me? Surely you mock me by threatening me with your plaything. I may just take her as my own to spite you for your mockery.”

“Ha!” Sukuna’s voice becomes a deep rumble as he spits back at the curse with the very same word, growling in a low tone, “Unlikely.”

You launch towards the curse, a dead sprint set for him, to touch him and gain control. Your powers have continued to grow these past months. Once you had to touch their foreheads to manipulate a curse’s actions. Then it was anywhere on their head that did the trick. Now you simply have to graze anywhere on their skin in order for your ability to take effect. 

Sukuna always works you hard. Training you the way he promised. Sometimes he captures curses and brings them back to the estate for you to train, even after you have just won a battle. There is little time for rest when your King has a goal and however gruesome his methods are, you can’t deny the results. You have become a force to reckon with for sure. Your cursed daggers have grown in size, weight, and sharpness. Their remnants last for weeks. 

As you hurtle towards the sickening demon before you, you sharply inhale, pulling Sukuna’s strong cursed energy into you and blow out three large daggers that pierce the air, racing towards your target. He summersaults away and allows his hands to melt into fists of fire. He hurls a ball of flames in your direction before you jump out of the way. 

A vein in Sukuna’s skull bulges but he keep his composure, knowing you can handle this. “If you think hurting her is going to change anything, you would be sorely mistaken.” he taunts as his eyes flick back to you, watching as you realign your efforts.

All you need is one touch. One touch to lay your mark and then Sukuna’s will is forced upon him. 

You suck more cursed energy between your teeth and spit out a long katana-like sword into your hand. You twirl it in your palm before wrapping your fingers tightly around the handle. Reeling back your elbow, you fling the blade at the curse and severely wound his lower extremities. Successfully slowing his speed with your strike, you bound up to him and grab him by the hand, giving a playful wink as you work your magic. One knee touches the ground, followed by the other, along with his forehead in a compelled bow. Confusion knit his brows together as he bent down. 

“You see, she has the ability to control cursed beings with her technique. It’s quite useful in reigning in rouge pawns such as yourself.”

“I am not a pawn! Let me go!”

“I don’t think so. What do you you think, Princess?”

“After his earlier threat, I think not.”

“See, even she’d rather keep you in her grip than let you loose.”

You could see the pale skin of the creature darken as inky black blood pooled under his husk in frustration. He was trying to fight his own body, surely wondering how long he’d be stuck in this compromising position.

 It was Sukuna who had the thought to test how long your power could work. You only knew that you could control the curses. You never bothered to see if it was temporary or permanent because you always exorcized them right away. It was Sukuna’s twisted idea to bring opponents back to the estate and check how long they stayed under your influence. Originally the effects of your technique lasted several hours, impressive for a regular battle but Sukuna wanted you to have the ability to control them for years so that he could use you to gain long term cooperation with the curses of the country.

 You knew he had selfish reasons for training you but you couldn’t help the swell of pride you felt at becoming his right hand in battle. He trusted you, which is saying a great deal since a man with so many enemies rarely trusts anyone. You would never betray him. You knew what others thought and said about him. You knew his past. But you knew that you could never let someone else harm him. He was yours. 

Though still small compared to his usual state, you watch the evil grin split his face as he marches up to the folded curse as if he were larger than life. One shoe firmly on the gravel, the other pressing it’s sole into the back of the curse’s head, he pushed down, an enraged hiss of pain coming from the demon.

“Defy my order again and you’ll be dead. Next time I won’t have her deal with you. It’ll be me that puts you out of your misery…permanently.”

Another thrust of his weight is shoved against the back of the creature’s head as he punctuates his sentance and you see a puddle of blood oozing on the ground. Sukuna’s face is full of disgust but as he looks up towards you it softens. “Ready to go home?”

You smile wide and nod, threading your arm through the elbow he extends to you. The both of you turn towards the mountain and stride over the corpses of the deceased minions scattered all over the vacant street. 

Returning home,  an uncontrollable wave of need crashed over you. A singular doe-eyed look his way and a knowing smile spread his lips. 

Placing one hand on the small of your back, he pulls you into him. His free hand catches the back of your head, crashing your lips together in a heated kiss. 

Something about the thrill of battle planted seeds of desire in your core that couldn’t be stopped. The two of you stagger towards his chambers, unwilling to separate for even a breath. The staff roaming the halls ducked into nearby rooms, avoiding any disastrous disruptions to your passion that could result in their end. 

Blood peppered over your skin and clothes, lingering adrenaline pumping through your veins, you ride the high together. 

The crash of his door opening left you stumbling to the bed where your bodies fall on top of one another. 

Quickly the fabric of your battle clothes is torn away with only a small squeak of discomfort passing your lips. 

“Come here baby” he beckons as he stands up and signals for you to swallow him. 

Needy coos seep past your throat while you wrap your lips around his tip and rhythmically take him deeper and deeper. 

Your tongue points and strokes along the underside of his shaft as you pull back before it dips into the salty fluid weeping from his tip. His hips mindlessly push forward with each downward thrust of your head, bobbing back and forth before he spins you around and pushes you down on the mattress. With your head laying off the side of the bed slightly, he can sink himself in your throat with ease. 

You gladly take him like the proper slut you’ve become for this man. Everything he gives you, you take, never wanting to disappoint him. Every limit he pushes, you work until you’re unconscious. (Which has happened often these past few months.) You’ll do anything to feel the enormous pleasure he provides and that’s why when he stuffs your mouth, you open wide and loosen the back of your throat, letting him fuck you till he decides it’s time for air. 

When Sukuna pulls out, he sees how red your chest is and how heavy you pull air into your lungs. 

“Such a good girl f’me. She deserves a reward.” Sukuna climbs on the bed, hovering over your naked silhouette. Your legs, which had been rubbing together in an attempt to relieve the tension between them, are pried apart. His lips lock over your clit before he suckles, stimulating the nerve bundle and sending sparks throughout your body. 

You gasp below him, kicking your legs, your hands grappling at his hamstrings. “Kuna” you gasp as he pulls back till the suction is broken. 

“Open that pretty little mouth”

You feel him prod at your face before you open wide and let him stroke into your windpipe once more while his head drops back down to feast on your center. Animalistic grunts permeate the air as his tongue winds around your engorged nub. You jerk and twist, unable to handle the sensitivity. But with each movement Sukuna slams into your throat in protest of your insolence. 

Back arching, hands clawing, mouth drooling, desire has torn through you and possessed your body. His hips thrust in and out of your mouth openly, freely fucking your face as you slip out of consciousness.

Torn back to the present by two fingers stuffing themselves into your tiny slit, all in tempo with the strokes of his tongue. His hips still their movement as he anxiously digs into you with his fingers and tongue before getting frustrated with the angle and flipping you on your back so your hips lined up with his. 

His fingers thrust into your cavern, stroking quickly and making you clench. Your entire core tightened as you clamped down around his digits. He shoved a third one in. Three thick digits curling up and stroking your g-spot causing you to whimper in pleasure. Your hand shot to his free arm, clasping him tight in your grasp. 

“Does she like that?”

“Yes”

“Look how wet she is, such a good girl gushing for her king.”

You bite your lip and look up at him in agreement. 

“Gotta prep your little pussy, Princess. Make her nice and loose so she can take me. I’ll have you all stretched out and ready for your future husband like the good little whore you are.”

Through clouded vision and mind numbing pleasure, you are pulled out of your bliss by his words.

“Wait, what?” It came out breathless and soft

“Shh, Princess. Don’t you worry, I’ll still leave you in one piece.”

“No” you breathe, “What do you mean my future husband?”

Sukuna slots himself between your legs, shoving his member deep inside and you feel the satisfaction of such fullness well up inside of you. But there’s no time for that now, you need answers, so you lightly put your hand on his stomach signaling him to stop.

“I’m serious Sukuna, what do you mean by my future husband?”

Annoyed that you would address him so informally, like a peer, Sukuna gives one last harsh thrust before stopping. 

“What are you talking about? Isn’t that what you humans do? Grow up and get married?”

“We do, but I thought I’m yours?”

“Yeah, for now.”

“For now?”

“What did you expect? Concubines don't live with their masters forever. They are dismissed and free to live their own lives after their duties have been fulfilled."

“I-” you are at a loss for words. You didn’t realize this is how he viewed you. He saved you; he trained you. Yet sex was all you were good for. You thought you were different. Had you been so naive to think that you were special? Had you been merely a toy to him this entire time?

“I guess I didn’t realize I was only a concubine to you.”

You withdraw from him and scooch all the way back to the headboard, tucking your knees into your chest. You look down at the rumpled sheets feeling a weight center in your sternum. 

Sukuna couldn't help the sorrow that took hold of him seeing you so hurt. He had never considered the fact that your relationship was more than a concubine and her master. Other such relationships are foreign to him. Never did he consider the fact that he had unknowingly entered something more…real. 

"My lamb, I'm sorry.” He takes a large inhale, carefully considering his words. “You're right. You're not simply a concubine; you’re more than that."

"But you still plan on sending me away."

"Don't you want to eventually leave and start a family of your own?"

Your glassy orbs finally look up to meet his and he can see from the pain on your face that he is very wrong. How could you care for a hateful monster such as him? And as much as he hated to see you upset, a warmth spread along his body. It was a sensation he had only experienced a few times and each of those times was around you. He realized in his long existence that no one else brought out these feelings other than you. No one would ever compare to you. No one ever has. Which caused him to blurt out his next words:

"Marry me."

"What?"

"Be my wife."

"Be your...but only a moment ago you were going to send me away when my ‘duties were fulfilled’."

Sukuna smiles and shakes his head. "No my lamb, you are right. You are not merely a concubine. You are very important to me."

You watch as he adjusts himself and kneels down next to the bed, by your side. 

"I want you to be my queen."

You lost your ability to speak. You just look at him in disbelief of what he is saying. "Sukuna, are you being serious?"

"When have you known me to be anything but serious?"

It was a fair point. Sarcasm and humor were never his strong suit. 

"Okay." You whisper to him still shocked by his proposal. 

"Try again. I need a proper answer."

"Yes, I will marry you."

A light kiss graces your cheek before two heavy hands push you down on the mattress. "Good, then it is decided. Now prepare the buttcheeks!”

You all out laugh at Sukuna’s attempt at humor, grabbing him by the base of his neck and pulling him down on top of you. His playful smile turns to one of pure mischief;a sign that things are about to get wild. 

Darkness blankets the earth early these days and you watch as the inviting pink sky fades into a black sparkling display. You gaze out the window in the dining hall when one of the staff approaches from behind. 

"Madam, it seems Lord Sukuna is running behind. Would you like to take a stroll in the west garden while you wait?"

"That sounds nice, do you know how long he will be?"

"I do not, but my wife will come get you when he arrives."

"Thank you Kazuo, I appreciate it."

The opaque sky with its glittering lights pulls you forward as you lightly push open the glass door, anxious to count the constellations. You wander the familiar trail, unaware of your mouth slowly falling agape.

"Hello, Little Lamb."

You jump, hand flying to your chest, slightly startled by the warm deep voice that greets you.

"Sukuna! You scared me!"

"I'm sorry baby, I didn't mean to frighten you."

"I thought you were running late."

"I was, I got lost in thought, here in the gardens."

His large palm finds purchase on your hip as his arm gently circles your back. He guides you down the trail and you see a warm glow around the corner.

"Join me, would you?"

He motions for you to walk before him. A table for two is set up in the center of the stone walkway. Short white candles are spread on the ground surrounding the table. Flames flickering as they dance in the soft breeze. A lantern is placed in the center of the table, illuminating plates of food freshly prepared. It was all a ploy to create a romantic evening just for the two of you. 

"This was your doing I assume"

A close lipped smile stretches Sukuna's features as he pulls out your chair. 

"Thank you, my Lord"

Sukuna takes a seat across from you and places the folded napkin in his lap.

"I've been thinking since last night. I believe it is time for me to switch vessels."

You drop your fork in surprise. "But I thought you didn't-"

"I changed my mind."

Though the words never left your lips, your face conveyed your question perfectly.

"It doesn't seem right to keep a vessel if it makes you uncomfortable. Plus I want you to have another friend around when I am away."

Sukuna looks off to the side as if to regain his pride after having conceded to a puny human. 

"That makes me very happy, my Lord. Thank you."

"I also believe that it is time to change how you address me. I no longer wish to have you call me by formal titles in private. I would like you to call me by my first name: Ryomen."

Sukuna's crimson eyes firmly set their gaze on you as his words sink in.

"Oh, okay." you stammer out feeling a bit dizzy by the honor he just bestowed upon you. 

After a few bites of his meal, Sukuna wipes his mouth and sets down the navy cloth on the table before pushing out his chair and standing up. You make to do the same, believing the meal has come to an end. Sukuna...Ryomen, rounds the table and stands before you, grabbing your hand in his. Your eyes lock where your hands meet and you watch as he lifts your hand to his lips, kissing the back of it.

"It's time I do this properly." Lowering down to one knee Ryomen pulls out an antique ring adorned with a blood red ruby and several small diamonds nesting around it. He looks up into your eyes as they well with tears, complementing the goosebumps that cover your arms and legs.

With one hand holding up the ring, the other grabs your left hand, "My angel, my lamb, my princess, will you do me the honor of standing by my side as my queen?" He punctuates his question with a soft kiss to the back of your hand while his crimson eyes look at you with a softness unnatural of such a domineering man. 

Your hands begin to shake. Your unsteady voice forces the word past your lips, "...yes"

All of Sukuna's sharp teeth glitter in the candlelight as the widest of smiles stretch across his face. He pulls you into a hug and whispers in your ear, "You have no idea how happy you just made me."

You hug him back with all your strength, your heart pounding with excitement. You don’t have long to bask in the glow before he sweeps you up and wraps your legs around his waist.

Lifting you with his immense strength, he pulls you panties to the side under your dress and rubs his fingers along your folds, dipping his fingertips past them and pulling out with a string of wetness trailing from your lips.

“Someone’s ready” he smirks into your ear.

Normally you’d be embarrassed but something about his teasing made you weak for him. Like you are sucked in and just a toy on a string.

The heat in your core burned hot. His commitment to forge a life long bond consumed your hormones. You were no longer his; he was yours. And better yet, no one could take him away from you. He lived a dangerous life, but however dangerous his enemies may be, you know Sukuna is more dangerous still. 

The thrilling life you currently lead is born out of this romance. A fairytale full of twisted desire. 

Sukuna walks you towards a large statue and pushes your back up against it, propping you up as he undoes the ties of his pants to pull out his member. It springs out of the fabric constraints and your eyes couldn’t help but gaze down. Instantly drool spurts from under your tongue. So long, so thick, and throbbing to be inside of you. 

Your eyes pan back up to catch him staring at you with utmost satisfaction. As a self-centered man, nothing makes him happier than being worshiped and adored; you happen to be captivating when you do both.

The fluid leaking from his tip is proof that you enthrall the man. He rubs his head up and down your center before pushing in. You gasp, the intrusion sending a ripple of goosebumps down your back and across your limbs. The small breath invigorates him. You can feel the rush of blood flow to his cock and your walls close around him tighter in response. 

Hips rolling up into yours, you are shoved up against the cool marble of the statue, moaning in your king’s ear as he drags his head in and out of your silken cavern. 

“Please Kuna, need you.”

“I need you too, Princess.” he coos, assuring you of your importance. 

He lets your legs down and spins you around, keeping your dress hiked above your hips. He bends you forward and lifts your hips to better angle himself as he reenters your middle. 

A pleasured cry rings from the garden and your new fiance is quick to slap a heavy palm over your pretty mouth to shush you as he slams into you from behind. Rhythmic claps join your muffled moans from the weight of his jewels slapping into your nub. Slowly you unraveled. Any composure that existed was ripped away by the sensation of his member shredding your insides and taking your sanity for ransom. 

A broken and high pitched “y-y-y-y-yes” is the only word that passes your lips while being railed by the Cursed King in all his enthusiasm. He rather enjoys what this engagement has done to you.

The trust that had already existed between you only grew. He feels there are no boundaries he can push that you will object to. Testing this theory, he slips his belt out of his pants and threads it through the buckle before wrapping the loop around your neck. He yanks on the end, shrinking the space your neck now occupies and chokes you so that your airway is substantially constricted. 

“Good job, baby.”

You gag and struggle but when he yanks on the end of the leather you obediently rest the weight of your upper body against it and allow the tension from the strip of hide in his hand to block the passage of air to your brain. Feeling the tingle of oxygen deprivation roll over your body.

“That’s it baby, that’s it. Good girl.” he praises as you lose all sense and feel a gush of fluids spurt out of your entrance and run down your inner thigh. 

A growl vibrates the shell of your ear; you about lose all control. Sukuna releases the belt and grabs your elbows, yanking back on them and pounding up into you with such force that you quite literally bounce off his hips. The sight of your flesh rippling in waves upon each impact fuels his desires. He grabs you around the waist and lifts you, carrying you like a doll to a bench to bend you over. 

“You wanna get fucked like a whore tonight, huh? I can do that”

You grunt in pleasure as you’re pinned over the back of the bench, your fingers curling around the edge of the seat for support. Your head falls forward and your stomach tightens. Pleasure crashing over you and causing your legs to shake, but still he does not stop. Sukuna slams into you faster. His pace builds with each passing second. Quickly, you topple over again, body twisting in pleasurable agony. His speed increases till you scream from the third orgasm in a row, your entire body writhing in pleasurable anguish. 

“Please,” you call, legs shaking and clit twitching.

“No.” 

He grabs the base of your ponytail and drags you over to a grassy patch and pushes you down on the ground. Folding your body into a ball he sinks in, lifting his hips with each thrust, a piston plummeting in and out of your squishy walls. You felt your organs move with each stroke, he bullied them out of his way with his endowment and you squirm under him, unable to bare the intensity. 

Another pathetic plea his way is shut down. Lost in his feelings, he tore into you, hips thrusting faster and harder till you swear you have bruises on the bottoms of your cheeks. His hand clamps around your neck and pushes down as he uses the hand to support his own weight. 

 “Almost, baby, almost…” 

A series of euphoric grones break through the ringing in your ears. His thrusts slow but still punctuate each moan as hot ropes shoot out and fill you. When he’s done he collapses on top of you. Panting from one of the most intense releases of his existence. He loves you. He knows that. It scares the hell out of him but it won’t stop him from being with you. 

As if a switch flips in his personality, he goes from choking you to scooping you up gingerly in his arms. At the drop of a coin you suddenly become some breakable treasure that needs to be handled with expert care or you will be ruined. 

Cradling you as he walked from the garden, through the halls, and to his room, you felt yourself drift off. Only mildly aware of the warm bath and the change of clothes. You feel safe and don’t even register that he has redressed you, ties up your hair, and lays you in bed to rest. Your mind slips to the sweetest of dreams that reflects your current reality since it truly is the happiest situation your mind can invent. 

Sukuna slips under the covers next to you and holds your hand, feeling you leg twitch as you enter REM sleep. He kisses the back of your hand like he always does, his thumb grazing the ring, before rolling on his back and drifting off himself. 

Normally in the morning you feel the warm spot on the sheets left behind after Sukuna Ryomen leaves the bed. Today, however, you roll over to find his toned body right where the vacant spot usually existed. A pair of strong arms greets you and pulls you into a well cut torso that your little hands press up against with all the greed in your loins. You feel a slight soreness between your legs and reminisce about the night prior, remembering the magical evening and feeling the underside of your new ring band with your thumb. 

You tuck your chin into his chest and feel him squeeze you tighter. To think someone like you will be the wife of someone like Sukuna. A terrifying monster, somehow turned the kindest of men around you. You made him softer but never any less strong. Anyone who would confuse the two will have made a grave mistake. 

A light knock at the door pulls you out of your thoughts. An unfamiliar female attendant walks through the door. She bows her head as she walks toward you with a large tray loaded with food. You lift your head towards Ryomen who smiles. “I figured you might not feel up to eating in the dining room since, yah know.” 

You giggle but notice the girl who brought your food seems displeased. You give her a quick glance that Sukuna doesn’t miss before thanking her and looking back over at him. A beaming expression paints your face. Your eyes linger on the tattoos adorning his face, especially the one across the bridge of his nose. 

“Like what you see?” 

You giggle once more. “Maybe. I like your tattoos.”

“Good, you’ll have to look at them for the rest of your life.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. You’ll also have to wear them.”

“I have to wear them?”

The back of his hand brushes your cheek, “It is part of the ceremony.”

“You’re bringing a tattoo artist to our wedding ceremony?”

“These tattoos are not your typical tattoos. They are the physical markings of cursed energy.”

“You’re cursing me on our wedding day?! Naughty Ryo.”

A deep chortle rumbles from his bulky chest. “Our wedding ceremony will also consist of a binding ceremony. You will be bound to me. Your veins will carry my cursed energy.”

“So I carry you. Do you carry any of me? Or am I the only one being bound here?”

A satisfied smile splits Ryomen’s face. “So the human thinks she can binde the King of Curses, does she?”

“It’s only fair!”

His laugh cracks through the air, bouncing off every corner of the room before it subsides. He looks down on you with amusement, “Little lamb, yes, the binding ceremony works both ways. You are bound to me, and I am bound to you. The difference is that my power will make your binding stronger, and since I was once a human, I will not feel the effects of your binding the way you will with my cursed energy.”

“Will I also be bound to Yuuji?”

“That is why I need a new vessel. Once the binding is complete, my vessel will be lost to me.”

You look down feeling sadness for whomever the poor soul is. Quickly, a large and warm finger tucks under your chin, lifting it. “That is why we are looking for a volunteer, is it not?”

“Right.” your eyes cast to the side in thought. “So does that mean our wedding date hinges on when you find your new vessel.”

“It does…”

You push the tray of food out of your way and rise up to you knees. “Then we better get started.”

“What’s the rush, little one?”

“No rush, I’m just excited.”

“What for?”

“It’s our wedding. Does there need to be more of a reason?”

Once more amused by you he chuckles out, “I suppose not.”

“Then it’s decided. I’m going to check online for Sukuna fan clubs and also scout out some dresses.”

“Oh? Don’t you think something more traditional would be nice?”

“Maybe, but I also feel like a cursed wedding might warrant a little more pizazz.”

“You are truly one of a kind.” he breathes out while leaning in to kiss your forehead. 

He had become so tender with you these past two days. It is as if his decision to marry you has put you on a completely different plain. 

“Don’t forget that I still intend on continuing your training, even if you’re planning a wedding. …however… I will not be taking you out with me anymore. Not till after the binding. I’m not willing to take the risk.” Sukuna stands up and heads towards the door, leaving to get ready for the day.  

You call after him, “I’m not weak, you know.” Sukuna pauses with his hand on the open door, “I know, but you are weak compared to how strong you’re about to become.” He then passes through the threshold and leaves you to get dressed.

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Masterlist

[detectivestucks2]

Escape with the Cursed King IX

18+ content, Minors do NOT interct

Pairing: Sukuna x F!Reader

Summary: You get to work with the first phase of wedding planning, aka locating a new vessel. You discover one of the employees at the estate is jealous of your situation and you challenge her during a confrentation.

Warnings: NSFW, spanking, unprotected penetration, nipple play.

Word Count: 3.8k

Art Credit: @akirasukuna

Chapter 1 I Chapter 2 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 4 I Chapter 5 I Chapter 6 I Chapter 7 I Chapter 8 I Chapter 10 I Chapter 11 I Chapter 12 I Chapter 13 I Chapter 14

You trod down the main hall of the house with your dishes from breakfast hoping to run into Ainu. You could have left them upstairs in your bedchambers however, you wanted an excuse to go to the kitchen and find Kazuo’s wife.

As you pad down the hallway, you reach a door separating the south wing of the house from the east wing. Using your foot, you slide the door open while balancing the plates in your hand.

Uraume catches you and immediately grabs the dishes out of your hands, scolding you for doing the job of a layperson. As they scold you, they see the attendant who had brought your food to you this morning and shoves the tray in her arms.

“Take these to the kitchen and don’t make the Lady do your job for you.”

“No, Uraume! I was just going to the kitchen anyway to visit Ainu.”

“Zip it. I don’t want to see you act undignified anymore. You are betrothed to the King. Learn your place.”

“I-”

“No.”

Your shoulders deflate as you realize you’ve lost the conversation. Just as your gaze pans over to the girl you catch another dirty look from her before she turns on her heel towards the kitchen.

“Now,” Uraume turns to you, “Ainu is doing laundry. She is either in the wash room or she is in the west garden hanging things.”

“Oh-right.” 

“My Lady,”

“Yes?”

“You need to start carrying yourself the way Lord Sukuna does. You are going to be his queen. Act like it.”

You nod in understanding, “Uraume?”

“Yes?”

“Do you know the name of that girl?”

They tilt their head to the side before realizing you meant the one who took your dishes. “Shila”

“Is she- have I- …Is she new?”

“Yes and no. She was bred to be a concubine for the Lord but since he brought you back he’s had no need for her. She was going to be dismissed but a deal was bartered so she is allowed to stay but as an aid to the estate.”

“Oh.”

“Why do you ask?”

“She just doesn’t seem to like me very much.”

“Her liking you is irrelevant.”

“I know, it’s just…I’ve never met her till today and she makes me uncomfortable.”

“As lady of the estate, you are welcome to dismiss anyone who makes you uncomfortable.”

“It’s no big deal, I don’t wanna force her to move. This is probably the only home she’s ever known.”

“You’re too soft m’Lady.”

“Is that a bad thing?” you say, closing one eye.

“Yes. In the world of curses it can be deadly.”

“Oh.” you look down embarrassed by Uraume’s honesty. 

“I’ll be heading out. Do you need anything more?”

“No Uraume, thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Have a good day.”

“You too!”

Uraume glides off towards the home’s exit while you stroll in the opposite direction towards the washroom thinking about the girl who had brought you your breakfast. 

You step into the surprisingly large laundry room to find Ainu scrubbing the stain out of a man’s shirt. She pretreats the spot with a little lemon juice and baking soda before tossing it into the washer and snapping the door shut. After she sets the cycle and presses start, she turns around slightly startled by your sudden appearance. 

“Good Morning Ainu!”

“Good Morning Miss! I heard the news.”

You flash a toothy grin and extend your left hand. 

“It’s beautiful! Who knew Lord Sukuna would have such great taste.”

“The entire dinner was beautiful. He surprised me in the gardens. Your husband was in on it, I assume.”

“He was. So have you planned anything?”

“No, he wants to wait till he finds a new vessel before we have the ceremony. So I guess the first plan is to find a new vessel.”

“He agreed to a new vessel?! That’s wonderful! Why would he need to do that first?”

“Apparently our wedding ceremony will be a binding ritual.”

“A what?”

“We will exchange cursed energy and when that happens Yuuji will be lost.”

“Oh, that’s very serious.”

“Yeah, so we need to find a new vessel. Any luck on the fan club front?”

“No ma’am, but we can go research when I’m done here.” she says as she lifts up the basket holding wet clothes while she makes her way towards the garden with you in tow.

“Yes please.”

“Alright then, help me hang these and then we’ll go”

The two of you quickly clip the laundry to the line outside (praying Uraume doesn’t learn of your actions) before going back inside towards the library where a computer is set up. Sukuna rarely used the thing but as he became more involved in the world of curses he started keeping more documentation and getting involved with some shady humans meant online interaction. It wasn’t your favorite part of his activities but it kept the special grades from getting out of control and it kept the estate running. 

“Look miss.”

Your eyes which had glazed over in thought blink and focus in on a link to an X account for Sukuna lovers. You click on it and watch as the feed loads with post after post about the terrible and almighty Sukuna. You scoff at the absurdity as your finger runs along the scroll wheel of the mouse. 

“How do we tell who has a heaven pact?”

“I guess we could ask”

“But they’re strangers.”

“So? Everyone is a stranger till you get to know them.”

You roll your eyes at Ainu. “What if they lie?”

“We could meet them in person. Grill them with questions.”

“Ha, you think that will help us catch them in a lie? Who’s going to come to meet some random stranger like me anyways?”

“Hmm, give them something they can’t refuse.”

“Like?”

“Like a meet and greet with their hero.”

“I can’t ask that of Ryomen!”

“Oh? We calling Lord Sukuna by his first name now?”

Your cheeks flush red and in a quiet voice you confirm. “Yes, he asked me to last night.”

“Wow, sounds serious.” she says in a mocking voice.

“We’re literally engaged!” you retort as you shove her shoulder. The two of you giggle before returning to the matter at hand. 

“So no meet and greet,” she says.

“No. I don’t wanna exploit him like that.” You begin to trace your lips with your finger as you think. “Maybe something like this…”

I hear Lord Sukuna likes people who have heavenly pacts. Anyone here part of those chosen?

“Yes,” Ainu chimes in as she grabs the mouse and clicks ‘post’. The two of you nod and sit up straight. “Now we just watch and see if anyone bites.”

“Bites on what?”

A new voice chimes from the far end of the library causing both of you to jump. You turn around to see that same girl again. 

Your hand comes to your chest as you soothe yourself. “Oh! Shila, you scared me!” You smile as you pant a bit.

“Shila, what are you doing here?” Ainu scolds.

“Seeing what you two are plotting. Does Lord Sukuna know what you’re up to?”

“Of course” you say in mild surprise. “Why wouldn’t he?”

“I see how you two are always whispering. Always up to no good. Sukuna deserves better.”

The tips of your ears grow hot. Who does this woman think she is? Sukuna chose you. Not her. He brought you back from the dead. He doesn’t even know her name yet she thinks she’s a better match for him than you.

“Here we go again.” Ainu rolls her eyes. “Just because you were supposed to fuck Lord Sukuna, you think you’ve got some type of claim over him. Well guess what, he doesn’t want you. He went out and found himself a real woman. You’re just lucky to still be here at the estate. Keep making waves and see how long that lasts.” 

You’d never seen Ainu even a tad displeased let alone lay into someone. But it seems that this wasn’t their first run in.

“I was bred in a long line of heirs for Lord Sukuna. My family knows what he wants. What he desires. What he craves.” Her eyes pan over to meet yours. “He fucked the women of my family for generations before you came along.”

Anger swirled in your gut “Then why don’t you take your shot?”

The eyes of both Shila and Ainu shot open in surprise. “You heard me. If you’re the one he wants, then take him. You have my blessing. Go seduce him and see. If you're successful, then I’ll go back to my old life. If you’re not, then you’ll leave us alone and stick to your new duties here at the estate.” Her look of surprise melted back into one of smugness till you added on at the end, “If he even lets you stay at the estate.”

Her face twisted into something sour as she grabbed the dust rags before leaving the room. “We’ll see who he likes when I'm done. He’ll never be happy long-term with a trollop like you.”

“Psh, that’s rich coming from an actual whore.” you say under your breath turning away from the retreating Shila and sitting back in front of the computer with Ainu. 

“You okay?” she asks with a sideways glance. 

“I’m fine.” but that didn’t stop the huge sigh you expelled as your shoulders hunched. 

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, I think we have our frist hit.” 

Sure enough, a bold response from a man claiming to have a heavenly pact responded and upon seeing his profile picture, you could tell he was extremely built, unlike Yuji. 

“I wonder if he’s being honest or not.” you muse out loud.

“Why, cause Yuji is so skinny?”

“A little”

“Toji Fushigoru had a heavenly pact and he was the size of a mountain.”

You hum in thought. “So they might not necessarily be lying. Wait. What?! Toji, like the guy Saturo killed? Megumi’s dad?”

“You know his son?” “Yes! That’s Yuji’s best friend.”

“Oh wow, small world.”

“I didn’t realize he had a heavenly pact. That explains some things…but still, going back to this guy, we need to interview him.”

“Interview him…” she giggles

“What?! It’s a lifelong gig, I need to make sure he knows what he’s in for.”

“I know, you just talk about it like it’s a job. When really he’ll see you and be sold.” she snickers some more.

You break a smile, blushing at her compliment, but then you see the post crop up with an increasing tally of responses. “This might be harder than we thought.”

“Good thing you no longer have a job.”

“Yeah, just training”

“Well, I do have a job so I’m gonna leave you to it.” 

“You’re what?! Don’t leave me!”

“Sorry, I have a lot of laundry to do and only two arms to do it.”

“Yeah, yeah.” you waive her off.

“See ya!”

“See ya” you say, somewhat distracted as you turn back to the computer screen. You surf through their profiles looking for videos proving their strength. Proving they can handle Sukuna. You spend hours consuming the content of their social media pages, looking for a new body for your fiance. This time, you get to choose his physique. You look for someone tall and as Ainu put it, “built like a mountain”. You felt that it’s what fits Sukuna best. Someone who’s body matched his larger than life personality. 

“Having fun?” 

You jump at the deep rumble coming from behind you. “Ryo!” 

“Babe” 

You melt. 

“What are we up to here? Looking for a new fiance?”

Laughing, you turn around to show him your project. “I’m looking for a new vessel.”

“Someone’s excited about the wedding.”

“Some girls shop for dresses, I shop for a new body.”

“Yuji seems to have mixed feelings. He thinks without him I will get out of control. But jokes on him, he’s never controlled me.” 

You roll your eyes, men and their pride. Before you can turn back to the screen Sukuna catches your jaw between his fingers. “Don’t roll your eyes at me.”

You straighten your back, nipples perking under your top. You give him your best doe eyes and he cracks a smile. “Look at you, ready to serve her king after just one command.” 

You flush at his embarrassingly accurate statement. 

“Stand up.”

Your lips part but you follow his command, pushing the chair back and turning towards him as you stand. 

“Hands on the bookshelf” he says with a jerk of his head in the direction he wanted you to go.

You stride over to the nearest bookshelf and place your hands on it at shoulder height.

“Feet apart.”

Your throat bobs as you widen your stance. He comes up behind you, breathing on your neck and pulling your waistband just below the bottoms of your cheeks, exposing your rear. A bolt of excitement rushes through you. His hand gently brushes your rear sparking a chill that runs down your spine. 

“I don’t allow disrespect.” he whispers in your ear. “You know what I do to disrespectful little humans.”

You bite your lip just as his hand comes down heavy on your backside, rippling the tissue with the force of the blow. You let out the tiniest of sounds trying not to give away how you really feel about your punishment.

Rubbing light circles over the area, he kisses your neck before coming down on you once more. A tiny yelp slips, goading him to continue. With three more harsh slaps your knees buckle and your chest falls against the spines of the books lining the shelves. 

”Roll your eyes at me again and see what I do to you. Even if you are to be my queen, you will show me respect.”

“Yes, Sir.” you squeak just before he strikes you a final time.

Your rear stings with pain but between your legs wetness grew. Delicately, you pulled your leggings back up over your carmine behind and tried to calm the mounting desire in your core. In a vain attempt to sit back down once he was done toying with you, you stood back up immediately, the pain too much. 

Though Sukuna felt a little bad, the twisted side of him enjoyed seeing how his little game left its mark on you. He sweeps you up in his arms, carrying you like a damsel down to the kitchen.

“Ryo, where are we going?”

“To get you some ice.”

“Ryo, I’m fine!”

“Do I need to spank you again?”

You immediately dropped your protests and buried your face in his neck mumbling ‘no’ into his skin. Sukuna chuckles at how adorable you are. He kicks open the door to the kitchen, startling the staff inside. 

“Lord Sukuna! We are so sorry! How can we serve you?” The man who appeared to be the main chef is the one addressing you. He seems to be the only one willing to look the two of you in the eyes. 

“I seek ice for my woman.”

“Is she hurt?!” 

Your face flushed a deep crimson as you looked back at the man when out of the corner of your eye, you spotted Shila. The look on her face at seeing Lord Sukuna cradling you in his arms was one lit with fury. 

“She's a bit sore from this evening’s lesson.”

Too embarrassed, you looked away only chancing a small glance back at Shila who was seething with jealousy. A small pouch of ice wrapped in a thin towel was shoved into your hands and with great humiliation you pressed it to your behind while still held in Sukuna’s arms. 

“Thank you sir.” you choke out of your dry mouth, feeling absolutely mortified that the entire staff knew you had endured a spanking this evening. “Ryo, I can walk back,” you whisper in his ear. 

“Absolutely not.” he responds, loud enough for the whole room to hear. You bury your face into the curve above his shoulder, shame flushing your face, ears, and neck. Sukuna continues to hold you and walk away, towards his bedchambers, leaving behind the kitchen and all the staff who occupy it speechless. 

The room was silent. The staff still looking at the door through which you left when suddenly a plate shatters and the pieces clatter to the floor, “Shila!”

“Sorry, strong grip” she waives off innocently, but the many side glances that float around the kitchen plainly show no one believes her. “I-I think I need a minute. One sec.”

Shila walks quickly out of the kitchen to a servants dining quarters where she screams in frustration. Though the staff were all in different rooms, several of them covered their ears in discomfort. 

“Bloody hell, who do these concubines think they are?” one of the men complained.  

“I don’t know but we should’ve just dismissed them all.” a smaller woman replied, “They’re impossible to work with.”

“Entitled brats. The whole lot of them.” one of the young men agreed. According to the staff, none of the women bred for the king’s pleasure were assimilating well to their new roles around the estate. It seems there is trouble brewing in the background, how much is yet to be seen.

~

Ryomen strode quickly towards his room when you hear a faint sound of distress from where you just came. When you raised your head Sukuna menacingly whispered in your ear, “The only thing you should be worried about right now, darling, is how well you’re about to take me.”

A chill ran over your arms. You shake slightly and Sukuna’s grip on you tightens. 

Much like the kitchen door, he kicks open his own door and then slams it shut, dumping you on the bed shortly after. Your ice pack falls from your hand as you tumble down. “Hey!” you shout.

“Ice on your behind baby.”

You reach over and snatch up the ice pack and towel while he reaches down and steals your leggings.

“Kuna!”

“Need you baby.” he says in a love drunk murmur. “Off.” He gestures at your top as you finally slap the ice pack back on your rear. You challenge him with your eyes. “Off.” he insists. 

You shed the top, discarding your bra with it. 

“That’s more like it.” He dives down, burying his face in your chest. You smile as you look down, his neediness, adorable. Fingers run through his pink locks, letting the softness tickle your knuckles. Your quiet breathing turns to light gasps when your king nibbles your chest, covering it in love bites. Normally he is harsh and wild but this mellow and sweet version of him has you in a puddle.

“Ryo” you breathe, back arching, need pooling.

“Yes, baby?” he whispers into your skin.

“Please.”

“Please what? Use your words.”

“I need you.”

“Try again.”

“I need you in me.”

“That a girl” he coos into your ear as he raises himself to align with your core. 

Using his tip, he swirls your fluids around your lips, mixing them with the precum on his leaky head. Back bowing even further, you call out his name as he sinks down into you. 

Praises follow your mewls. He is so in love with your noises, your sounds of satisfaction, hums of happiness, and your cries of pleasure. He’s memorized them all. 

Perfection. That’s what you are. He slowly drags himself along your plush walls, feeling how you squeeze him with your insides. Your warmth, your wetness, your restriction, it all blends into an intoxicating cocktail, leaving him inebriated. 

His languid pace left you clawing at the sheets, stealing your breath with satisfaction. You never had anyone else make you feel this way before. The butterflies in your stomach swell as his four eyes train their focus on you. Your toes curling with excitement.

He was very specific with his movements, rolling his hips just so, brushing along the place that makes you shake. “Kuna, ah, right there.” 

One side of his mouth tugs into a devilishly handsome smile, damn him for always looking like a model when he smiles. 

Finding the exact spot he was looking for, he picks up his pace. Your one hand that was holding the ice to your rear begins to shift. You can’t keep it centered anymore. HIs fingers sink into the fat of your thighs, his grip tightening with his quickened tempo. Hips slamming into hips, your chest sways up and down with each clap of skin, your eyes close slowly, your mind sinking into bliss. 

A quick shift in position has you fully on your back, one leg over his shoulder, the over around his hip. His fast pace increases speed along with your growing volume. His nails begin to bite into your flesh, his grip matching his desperation to make you cum. 

He reaches out a hand, that pesky second mouth forming on his palm to chew against your hardened nipple and suck out the sweet liquid that is produced during arousal. 

You hiss as he clamps down, a flick of his spare tongue causes you to spasm. You are so close to the edge. The angle of his pounding, the playfulness of his teeth and tongue, and the way he restrains you on your back, all play into the erotic scene on his bed. 

Biting back a scream, you trap your lip between your teeth, your eyes glittering up at him, your hands reaching out, looking for stability as your world gets rocked in one powerful climax.

You lose control of your voice and belt out a slew of curses littered with praising his name. At the same moment, he falls over the edge too, heavy grunts emanating from his chest and throat. He steadies his weight on his hands, placing one on either side of your face and gazes down at you like you are a thing of wonder. 

The pain in your rear is forgotten. All that exists is him and the pulsing where your bodies connect. 

“I love you Ryomen.”

“Love you too baby. Now, grab the handcuffs and the plug. I’m not done with you yet.”

Chapter 1 I Chapter 2 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 4 I Chapter 5 I Chapter 6 I Chapter 7 I Chapter 8 I Chapter 10 I Chapter 11 I Chapter 12 I Chapter 13 I Chapter 14

Masterlist

[detectivestucks2]

Escape with the Cursed King VII

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Sukuna x F!Reader

Summary: Sukuna welcomes you home, ensuring you know who you belong to before you discuss with him your thoughts about his vessel.

Warnings: NSFW, mild BDSM, oral male-receiving, oral female-receiving, slight degradation.

Word Count: 2k

Art Credit: @akirasukuna

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Soon after entering the veil Sukuna sweeps you up and takes you to his chambers. Your feet dangling as he walks through the corridors of his estate. Once behind the door of his room he sets you down.

“What’s this about?”

The mischievous grin on his face was replaced by a passionate and stern expression. He leaned down and pressed you against the wall, his lips pushing against yours hard enough to pin you there. You give into the kiss despite your surprise, enjoying the spontaneous affection.

Soon your lips part with a soft smack.

“A reminder. You belong to me, not Saturo.”

You sharply exhale, amused by his jealousy. It is hard to picture an all powerful, centuries old King, jealous of some silly white-haired human. Yeah, Saturo is probably the only sorcerer who could take on Sukuna in a death match but he’s still just a man. And furthermore you don’t even have feelings towards him like that. 

“Kuna, you have nothing to worry about.”

Sukuna finds your wrists and pins them above your head, locking them into the wall-mounted restraints.

“Then you won’t mind if I just make sure.”

Your entire body tingles with excitement. Each time he restrains you against the wall it means you’re really in for it. 

The jean skirt you were wearing is yanked off, the tights beneath it torn at the inseam. Your shirt is pulled over your head and your bra is discarded. 

You were starting to get accustomed to the fact that your wardrobe doesn’t last very long anymore. Whenever Sukuna’s passion takes over, it’s farewell to whatever clothes are misfortunate enough to hug your skin. 

Blindfolded and chained to the wall, you’re completely exposed you are and he loves it. He stands back,  savoring how feeble you look before him. He comes up to you, hand wrapped around your waist, and rubs his hardened pelvis against your hip. A slight moan escapes and the space between your legs grows wet with anticipation. 

Drawing his finger down your neck, he traces the lines of your body down to the outer circumference of your areola, teasing your nipple with the absence of his touch. 

“This, right here, is mine” he whispers 

You whine, anxious for more. “Impatience will not be tolerated” he says with a sharp smack to your breast. You gasp, feeling the sudden sting before a rod strikes your inner thigh and you yelp. He swats at your thigh again when you close your legs from the pain. 

“Open” he threatens dangerously. 

Something about when he uses that tone with you is absolutely consuming. You know you should be afraid but you can’t help how your chore aches for him when he’s like this. You have no idea what it is about him that makes you crave this because it was never a desire before. Yet when he strikes your stomach with the cane, you open your legs and a string of arousal drips down to the floor. 

You hear a pleased huff before he resumes berating you. He loves how you are strong against everyone and everything but him. He loves how he can break you down to a naked pleading mess and you hate how you love the pain that comes with the most intense highs of your life. 

Sukuna takes the rod and begins harshly tapping it against your clit making you squirm in the restraints. You squeal when he suddenly stops and thrusts his middle and ring fingers deep in your hole, plunging in and out of your slit. 

Your legs shake in pleasure when his extra mouth appears on his palm and begins lapping at your clit made swole by his rod. 

The quaking of your legs increases tenfold. Suddenly there is no strength in your lower body to hold your weight. Your legs give out and you have only your arms pulling you up and keeping you on your feet. 

“K-kuna, kuna, oh gods, oh fuck.”

You are at a loss for words when you topple over. Gushing around his digits as you go limp. He rips your shirt off your head so he can see your fucked out face and he shoves his soiled fingers down your throat, making you swallow your juices. 

Your eyes glaze over as you suck on your sweet fluids before he releases you from the wall and slaps your hands and ankles in the confines of a spreadbar. 

Standing, folded in half and at his mercy, Sukuna’s heavy hand strikes your behind, leaving a bright red handprint in its wake. You feel your balance falter but before you fall to the ground you’re swept up and tossed on the bed as if you weigh nothing. Body bouncing up from the mattress, you land on your back with your feet above your head and a wicked smile on Sukuna’s face that can be seen from your view between your legs. You settle deeper into the pillow top as it sinks from Sukuna’s weight crawling over you. He dips his head and licks a stripe at your center. 

A sharp inhale and a high pitched whine follow as his tongue rolls over your engorged bud. “K-kuna…”

“Yes, say my name.”

“Kuna…”

You started to feel heavy with exhaustion. Your previous orgasm drained your energy. Hands leaving the backs of your thighs, they find place on either side of your head before you're speared on his shaft. He plunged into your center and you groaned at the satisfying stretch.

Rhythmically his hips beat against yours. You clench around him, sucking him in, savoring how his fills you completely. He drops his weight to his forearms, his face centimeters from yours. 

“You know, in my true form I could fill you twice while licking against that tasty clit of yours.”

A breath of desire meets his ear as you imagine the sensation. 

“I would destroy your pretty holes every night and rail you until you begged for mercy.” He nibbles your ear lobe, a growl coupling with his dirty desires to ravish you. 

Shifting his weight to one arm, he lifts his hand to roam your body, the second mouth resurfacing on his palm. It licked and bit a trail along the left side of your chest and stomach, harshly clamping down on the vulnerable tissue of your breast. A symphony of moans greeted his quickening strokes, soon crescendoing, leading you into a blissful break as the coiling pressure in your cores snap. 

Sukuna pulls out and shoves himself in your mouth, stroking the back of your throat, dumping his seed inside. You cough around him but he doesn’t let up till he’s done, holding the back of your head up so your nose is pushed into the bottom of his V-line. Soon his hips still and he releases you. You gasp for air, juices flowing freely between your legs and down the crack between your cheeks onto the bed. The shackles of the spreadbar are undone and your feet fall to the mattress, your hands still above your head. Sukuna falls beside you, laying on his back and you roll to your side, head on his chest, the beat of his heart thumping against your ear. 

Laying atop the sheets, you begin to feel the blood return to your mind and words to come to your mouth once more.

“Kuna, I’ve been thinking a lot.”

“Oh?”

You laugh at his mocking tone. “Yes.” you chuckle again and continue. “I’ve been thinking about your situation with Yuji and having a vessel. Is there any way to come back for real or maybe change vessels to a more voluntary one?”

His large finger traces your cheekbone lazily as he considers your question. 

“It’s not as if I haven’t been thinking about it. I would rather exist in my true form, but I have not come up with the criteria to return to my former self. But why switch vessels? The one I currently have is tolerable and strong. Do you not like Yuji?”

“It is because I like Yuji that I’d like for him to be relieved of being your vessel. Plus it’s weird that he’s in the background witnessing what we just did. It’d be less awkward if it were a stranger or at least someone I didn’t know from my past.”

“I see.”

“Maybe you can find another with a heaven pact. They’d be strong enough. And I’m sure you have plenty of underground worshipers. If we seek them out, maybe we can find one that you will deem a suitable vessel.”

“My my, you have been thinking about this a lot.”

You blush and look away from him. “I’m sorry little lamb, but I’m not sure I want a vessel that’s good enough. I’ve grown used to this brat and I don’t like the idea of getting used to another one.”

You feel your chest deflate at his words. Seeing your disappointment Sukuna squeezes your shoulder. “I’ll think about it.”

“Really?”

Your eyes widen and look extra glassy as you gaze up at him. 

“Yes, really. Do I seem like a dishonest man to you?”

You close your eyes and smile, laying your ear back down on his chest, feeling the strong thump of his heart once more. 

“Thank you Kuna” you whisper as you let your mind go blank. You feel yourself drift off into a nap.

You wake up with nothing but satin sheets to keep you company. Your eyes search the room looking for your love but he is nowhere to be found. “My Lord?”

You call for him but no answer. Giving up, you sit up and swing your legs over the side of the bed. You decide to seek out the company of Ainu. 

As you pad the halls of Sukuna’s estate you feel soreness between your legs and wonder how sore you’d feel if he were in his true form. A small amount of drool pools in your mouth before you see a small long haired matron and bound up to her, grabbing her hand and pulling her into the nearest room to have a quiet conversation. 

“So he agreed to think about it?”

“Yes”

“You know, I was told many things about Lord Sukuna but he does not seem much like the man we were told about.”

“Same here. Maybe he was once the master and destroyer of this land but that is not the man I know.”

“No, he behaves more like a guardian.” she ponders, resting her chin on her hand.

“Exactly, but there are moments where I can feel the coldness. My heart freezes in fear. It’s a strange feeling falling in love with someone such as he.” 

“I can only imagine.”

“But when he touches me, it is the most protective and possessive grip I have ever known.”

“Of course, you are his prize jewel. He’s an obsessive man from what the stories say. That and hungry for power.” 

“Hungry for power…” you repeat. 

It was no lie that he enjoyed control. Order he didn’t need but control, yes. If there was order, it was his. If there was chaos, it was his creation. He was an enigma, a truly unique creature who currently was on some errand to put several special grades back on their place, no doubt. 

Yet strangely it didn’t bother you. Maybe it should but you felt secure. You reflected on how much you've changed. How your view on morality has shifted. What would Gojo think if he knew the details of your recent missions and private life? It’s best he doesn’t know. 

“Where’d you go?” Ainu asks 

“Huh? Oh” you blush and scratch the back of your head, grabbing a strand of hair and twirling it. “Just lost in thought is all”

Ainu gives you a playfully skeptical look before standing up. “Welp, it’s time for me to get back to my responsibilities.”

“You’re right. Sorry. I’ll leave you be.”

“No worries. I’ll come find you when I’m done.”

“Thanks Ainu” You give her a quick hug, “see you soon.”

Chapter 1 I Chapter 2 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 4 I Chapter 5 I Chapter 6 I Chapter 8 I Chapter 9I Chapter 10 I Chapter 11 I Chapter 12 I Chapter 13 I Chapter 14

Masterlist

[detectivestucks2]

Escape with the Cursed King III

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Sukuna x F!Reader

Summary: Your attachment to Sukuna grows stronger till Gojo leaks a major decision made by the JJK council. This leads to a decision to flee with the King of Curses himself.

Warnings: NSFW, Teasing, Nipple Play, Male Dom, Light restraint

Word Count: 4k

Chapter 1 I Chapter 2 I Chapter 4 I Chapter 5 I Chapter 6 I Chapter 7 I Chapter 8 I Chapter 9 I Chapter 10 I Chapter 11 I Chapter 12 I Chapter 13 I Chapter 14

Night after night, whenever you needed comfort you sought out Yuji’s dorm. Just as often, whenever Sukuna wished to see you, you would find yourself stirring in his arms. Warmth and pride swelled in your chest when this would happen. Of all the people in existence, the Rayomen Sukuna came to your bed and held you in his arms. You still didn’t know what made you so special or what this ‘potential’ is that he speaks of, but you were happy for whatever it is. 

Yuji was not entirely aware of what was going on between the two of you but what he did know was that Sukuna stopped pestering him to be around you so much and you were going out of your way to be friendly with him. Yuji didn’t entirely mind but it felt suspicious that you were offering to help him more than the other students and went out of your way to say hi when you had never done so before. You would sometimes walk with him to Gojo’s office which made Saturo’s face light up but today was a different story.

“Gojo, what’s wrong?”

“Yuji, I’ll catch up with you later.”

“Oh, okay”

You turn to him with a reassuring smile and he sweetly returns it like the bright and kind boy he is while he backs out of the room. Facing Gojo fully, you tilt your head and ask again, “What’s wrong?”

“The council…they know.”

“They know? Know what?”

“What happened on the mission.”

“Of course they do. We put it all on the mission report. It’s not like it’s a big secret or something.”

“It’s not just that they know. It’s that they have a definite opinion about it.”

“Oh.”

You pause as you let your mind catch up. “And what is this opinion?” you ask, afraid to hear the answer.

“They want to execute Yuji sooner rather than later. He is no longer an effective vessel and we will just continue to hide the remaining fingers throughout the country.”

“But Yuji did nothing wrong!”

“The entire reason they allowed me to keep him here was because he could control Sukuna. We thought we could keep feeding him fingers and once he consumed them all then we’d execute him. You do know that he was always destined to be executed, don’t you?”

You were stunned into silence. You had no idea. You knew about the vessel, you knew that Yuji was being closely watched, but you never knew about the grim fate the guy had in store. He was always so cheerful. He didn’t show a hint of fear about what his future held. 

“But this isn’t fair! Sukuna only took control to save my life.”

Your eyes were wide with fear and concern.

“It’s not about what he did, it’s about the fact that Yuji can’t control him.”

You felt mist well up in your lower lashline. 

“He was only trying to save me.” you whisper the words

“I’m sorry but Yuji knew the risks and the council has spoken. It’s happening.”

“Who’s telling him?”

“I am, first thing tomorrow.”

You nod. “And then what? You’ll detain him when you tell him.”

Gojo pauses and the silence tells you everything you need to know. 

“So he won't get to say goodbye to his friends.”

“No” Gojo’s voice is full of regret but he knows why the council can’t allow that. Yuji could run away or Sukuna could run amuck and it was a risk that they simply weren’t willing to take. 

“I understand.”

“Yeah…”

There is heavy silence between the two of you. Both with swirling minds, mourning over the poor pink-haired boy’s fate. You felt it was all your fault. It was so cruel that Yuji must pay the price over an act of kindness. You couldn’t stand the thought. You know why the call was made but it didn’t make the decision any more digestible. 

“You gonna be okay?”

Saturo’s deep voice cuts through the air as you are ripped away from your thoughts.

“I’m not sure. I guess.”

“Same.”

“There are things about this job that no one can prepare you for.”

“...Seriously.”

“I think I need a drink. You?”

“My thoughts exactly”

Gojo stuffs his hands in his pockets, moves around his desk, and glides out of the room. “You coming?”

“Oh, yes. I didn’t realize I wasn’t moving.” You blush a bit, realizing you had zoned out on the man’s silhouette. Not that you were intending to stare, it just kinda happened while you were lost in thought. 

Gojo smirks before turning to head down the hall and the two of you make your way to a popular student bar in the middle of the day. What a great example you are setting. 

That night you stumble home rather drunk from your bender with Gojo. It seems that the news of his pupil being executed was weighing on him more heavily than he was letting on. After the fifth round of shots though, it became obvious that he was self medicating. 

When you reached your door you had to lean your forehead against the cool metal as you used both hands to slot the key into the lock and turn the knob so as to enter your dark living room.

You swing the door open loudly and stumble in. 

“Hey Princess.”

You yelp and drop your purse. A dark outline of a man can be seen sitting on your couch and it takes you a moment to register that it belonged to your favorite tattooed gentleman.

“Sukuna?”

“Hey baby.”

“Since when do you call me baby?” you say with a hiccup.

“Since when do you go out binge drinking? It’s very unbecoming behavior.”

“I wasn’t aware that I needed to be ‘becoming’.” You say with a flourish before plopping down next to him.

Sukuna pinches your cheeks together between his thumb and pointer, “Don’t forget who you’re talking to doll.”

The move, slightly threatening, was also somewhat arousing but mostly sobering.

“Yes, my King.” you whisper through pouty lips as your eyes turn into glassy orbs, trying to see him through the darkness.

“Better.”

“Sukuna?”

“Yes Princess?”

“They’re gonna hurt Yuji.”

“Explain.”

“When you saved me it demonstrated that Yuji can’t control you and now they’re gonna kill him so that they can kill you.”

Your eyes widen and the glassy surface of them begins to leak out tears.

“Sweet girl, don’t worry, I’ll make sure nothing happens to me.”

“You promise?”

“Aww, are you beggin’ for me to stay?”

You scoot your body closer to his and lay your head against his chest. “Yes, I need you. I need to be by your side.”

“Then by my side you will be.” 

“How can you say that?”

“You forget, I am a King. I will not be vanquished so easily.”

You wipe your tears and look up at him once again. “What do you plan to do? Kill or run away?”

“I have stayed here out of convenience. It made it easy to keep tabs of the Jujutsu world. Now that it is no longer beneficial to me, it seems it is time to leave.”

“What do you mean?”

“I am going to return to my home and you will come with me.”

“Come with?”

“Yes, you are joining me.”

“You say that as if it is an order”

“It is.”

“It is?”

“Do you not wish to join your King?”

“No! I do! I wish to join you but, this is my home, my job… and to leave so suddenly…”

“Then you plan to defy me.”

“No, my King!” You feel the panic rising in your chest. Your need for him conflicts with your better sense. 

“You have three hours. When I return you will be ready to leave. If not, there will be consequences.”

His words leave a litter of chills on your arms while you register this is the first time he’s threatened you. You immediately submit as the last of the effects of alcohol are washed away. 

“Yes, my King.”

Sukuna leans into you, tucking his head into the curve of your neck. He deeply inhales before his breath ghosts over your skin, “Good. When I return I expect you to be ready.”

“Okay.” The word came out barely audible over the exhale of the curse into your neck. His heavenly breath warm against your skin, making you melt and bend to his will. 

With one last waft of your scent, Sukuna rips himself away from you and stands to Yuji’s full height. “Three hours Princess.”

“Three hours” you repeat back to him.

Sukuna exits your home and heads to Yuji’s dorm room to collect the boy’s belongings. He quickly packs the few items that he has picked up over the last year and a half. Meanwhile you’re in your apartment deciding what can stay and what can go. It occurs to you that you will be viewed as a traitor and that maybe it’d be best to make it appear as if you had been abducted so as not to get Gojo in trouble for telling you about Yuji. 

You grab a few photos from your wall and toss them in a duffle but leave most of them behind so your home looks fully furnished. You also grab your favorite clothes, taking a few outfits for each season since you don’t know where ‘home’ is and what climate you are headed to. You grab a folder of your important documents and a few keepsakes before spinning around and admiring your home one last time before Sukuna comes back. 

You feel a heavy hand on your shoulder and a deep voice rumble in your ear, “Ready?”

“Ready.”

He grabs you around the shoulder and guides you out of your apartment, leaving the door open. You swallow thickly as you place one foot in front of the other, following Sukuna’s lead. The two of you traveled west, commandeering several cars along the way so that your movements could not be tracked. You headed to a small village just outside of Gifu, located at the base of a mountain and headed into a temple. 

You looked around in awe, gawking at the scrolls that had depictions of a deity of destruction and you came to realize that the deity was none other than Sukuna. But the version of him painted on the scrolls looked different. He was shown in his true form and you came to realize that the artwork both frightened and impressed you. You would like to see him in that form and fall at his feet to worship him the way he wants.

Your mouth must have fallen agape because his hot breath was suddenly in your ear. 

“Like what you see?”

You sharply inhale and close your mouth but the light bite to your lower lip does not go unnoticed by the mighty king. He chuckles at your foolish reaction and brings you to the back of the temple where you walk through a veil to find an enormous estate. 

“This is where you’re from?”

Another chuckle can be heard just behind your shoulder but you weren’t sure what there was to laugh at. The man didn’t seem like one to enjoy gardening and he had been away for hundreds of years. Who could’ve possibly been tending to the grounds all this time?

“Do you like it?”

You look back at him with starstruck eyes. “It’s beautiful. I have to say though, it’s not what I was expecting the home of a curse to look like.”

“There was a time before all this where I was a man. So my tastes are a little more, let's say, refined than most curses.” 

You nod and begin to walk forward towards the large home at the center of the veil. As you walk through the tall cherry wood doors you find a person with pale skin and white hair is waiting just inside the foyer to greet you. 

“Master Sukuna”

“Uraume”

The one called Uraume bows low. “Welcome back.”

“Thank you.” Sukuna turns to you and lifts your chin with his finger so that your eyes meet. “Uraume will take care of all of your needs. They will treat you as if you are equal to me. This is your home now and your room will be next to my own.”

Uraume nods and responds in your place, “Understood Master Sukuna”

Sukuna breaks eye contact with you to look over at Uraume. He nods in response to their acknowledgement before he walks off to inspect his home. You are left alone with who you presume is the manager of the household and you look towards them for direction.

“Let me show you to your chambers.”

Your duffel is taken from you by a man that had been waiting by the door and both you and the man follow Uraume through the house towards a large room located next to a pair of double doors that you assume was where Sukuna slept.

The door slid open and you saw a large mattress sat upon the ground. It was very traditional but since the home was built so long ago you assume that it has not been updated in centuries, given Sukuna’s lengthy absence. 

“We can update it for you if you’d like.” Uraume offers. 

“For now this is fine. I’m kind of excited about sleeping on a mattress this big. It’s much nicer than my apartment.”

You hear a stifled chuckle from the man behind you who holds your bag but the one named Uraume was expressionless. 

“Well, I guess I better unpack.” you turn to face behind you and the man rests your baggage near the dresser. “Thank you…”

“Kazuo”

“Thank you Kazuo”

“You are dismissed Kazuo” Uraume interjects.

The man bows and walks out of the room. 

“Did you already know that Sukuna was on his way?”

“No, the staff here have served the grounds for generations, never knowing when their Lord would return but tending to the farms and household as if he were here.”

“How many generations?”

“Thirty four, miss”

“Thirty four generations!”

“Sukuna has been missing for a millenia Miss.”

“Uraume, if you don’t mind me asking, how old are you?”

Uraume simply smiles and glides out of the room. “I guess that’s a no then” you mutter to yourself. You shrug off the bizarre interaction and decide to unpack your things. Your mind is swarming with thoughts about your students, the classes you missed today, Gojo’s worry when he saw your abandoned apartment, and how Yuji’s friends must feel. You bet there is a search party out hunting the two of you down at this very moment but you know they will not find you. Not this far away and not behind the veil. 

You are safe from the council but more importantly Yuji is safe from the council, though you wonder how often he will be making an appearance now that Sukuna is back home. It must be so strange to share a body. You flop on top of your mattress and fall into a deep sleep as you take a brief nap before waking up and wandering around the estate. 

Your fingers trace along the thin walls of the halls as you walk corridor to corridor. Gawking at the scroll artwork and the polished floors. You wander towards the courtyard to look at the ornate garden plants when you feel fingers grab your waist. Your breath hitches as you come to a halt. 

“Hi Princess.” 

“Hi” you simper as your arms snake around your waist to lay on top of Sukuna’s hands. You can’t help the involuntary smile that stretches your face as you feel him press up against your back. 

“Getting familiar with your new home?”

“Yes. It might take me a few days to see all of it. Are you happy to be back?”

“A little but it makes me miss my true form.”

“Oh?”

“I’m usually much taller so some items are a bit high up for this body.”

You can’t help the girlish giggle that escapes you at the image of the powerful and frightening Sukuna having to stand on his tiptoes to reach for a scroll.

“Do you mock me?”

You slap your hands over your mouth at your careless reaction. He spins you around and cages you between his body and the wall, pulling your hands from your mouth. His fingers circle your wrists as he steps close to you and whispers in your ear, “Is that how you treat your King?”

“I’m sorry my King.” you whisper quietly, fearful of how close he stands to you.

“I fear sorry isn’t going to be good enough.”

Your breathing becomes ragged and with each inhale your chest presses up against his. His leg slots between yours and he raises your arms to pin them above your head. You feel dizzy with fear and confusion. How could you be so careless? Sure he allowed you to be more informal with him than most but he was still a powerful being with a great deal of pride and a short fuse.

“Laugh at me again”

“No my King. I shall not.”

“You defy me again?”

Your lower lip trembles as you realize there were no correct answers in this situation. No matter what you do or say he will be unhappy. What was he going to do with you? You begin to struggle in his grip and you watch as his lips curl and his eyes grow greedy.

“Where you goin pretty girl?”

Tears of panic slide down your cheeks. He lifts his knee so that your feet can barely reach the floor, only your toes can grip the wood and you start to lose all hope of escape as you realize he’s only restraining you with one arm and you still can’t move him a centimeter. 

“You’re so adorable when you’re fighting for your life.” His thin finger traces the tear stain on your cheek before hooking under your jaw and lifting your chin like he did hours ago. You plead for your safety with your eyes, “P-please my King, I didn’t mean it.”

“Oh, I think you did.” he taunts as he releases your chin and slips his hand underneath the hem of your shirt. He moves your bra to the side and pinches the nub of your right breast and your eyes screw shut in pain. 

You can’t help how your hips instinctively tilt and rub Sukuna’s thigh between your legs. He hums in enjoyment and begins to twist lightly. Your ragged breathing is sprinkled with grunts and moans as you try to grow accustomed to the pain, relieving some of the pressure growing between your legs by dragging your hips back and forth along Sukuna’s leg.

“Needy girl. You really think I’d let you speak to me like that without consequences?”

“No, my King” you whisper breathless from the range of feelings flowing through your body. You start to realize he was picking on you by pretending to be angry. How unfair of him.

Sukuna tugs on the perky peak trapped between his pointer and thumb, causing you to sharply inhale and quicken your pace on his thigh.

“That’s it.”

Your face scrunches up in pain. You hate how much you love this. How he hurts you, how he’s embarrassing you in front of the staff who have passed by and witnessed your capture. 

“Don’t worry about them, Princesses. They weren’t the ones being insubordinate.”

“M’sorry!” You squeak 

Sukuna continues to pull and you desperately drag along his thigh in response, leaving behind a wet spot on Yuji’s pant leg. 

“What a naughty slut you are, making a mess all over my leg.”

You gaze up into his four eyes, pleading with him, though you weren’t sure what you were pleading for. You were so close to releasing the knot that formed in your core from his mean game. He could see you were coming undone and it was a look he planned on painting your face with as often as possible. He no longer had to worry about appearances at your job or keeping his cover. He could do whatever he wanted to do to you, whenever he wanted it, now that he had you alone. 

Your heavy breathing fills the hallway and his ears ring in satisfaction. He begins to rub his thigh up against you, working in tandem with how you are grinding along his leg. You groan and tilt your head back, squeezing your eyes shut as you feel the coil in your abdomen begin to snap.

“Open your eyes Princess.”

Reluctantly you open them but you can’t see straight. Your eyes have crossed as you look at the ceiling.

“Look at me.”

You try to avert your gaze to your King but you can’t see straight. You struggle to keep your lids from falling over your eyes. The waves of pleasure take your pupils and cross them even further. You fear they may get stuck that way and Sukuna salivates at your struggle.

“Pathetic slut.”

You want to protest but all that comes out is a jumble of curses and moans which makes Sukuna chuckle. 

Eventually you ride out your high and fall limp in his grasp. “Y’better react like this when I fuck you into the mattress later on Princess.”

“Wha-what?!”

Sukuna releases you and you fall into his chest. You catch yourself with your hands as you feel his firm chest hold you up. 

You can’t help but feel conflicted about the idea of having intimacy with Sukuna. He loved driving you wild but he was in a borrowed body. It was a bit uncomfortable to know Yuji’s consciousness was in the background and it was his body that was being controlled. Sukuna may be shameless and pay no heed to his vessel but you couldn’t ignore the circumstances so easily.

“You will be in my room tonight. I expect you to stay till morning.”

You feel your mouth go dry and you swallow. “You want me to spend the night?”

“We’ve spent plenty of nights together.”

“True, but-”

“But what, Princess?”

“Yuji is normally asleep.”

“You’re worried about him?”

“Well…yeah.”

Sukuna rolls his eyes, somewhat annoyed that you care for someone other than him. “You’re too nice. This world is going to eat you up and spit you out.”

“No it’s not!”

“It’s not? So I didn’t just save your life the other week?”

“That has nothing to do with me being nice.”

“Yes it does. You had no business going out on that mission. You should’ve stayed back and taught your classes, not chase after Gojo and his brats.”

“You call them brats but those brats are only two years younger than me.”

“That doesn’t change the fact that they behave like brats. And if you have anything to say about it, I’ll whip that attitude out of you.” 

As indignant as you felt, you couldn’t help the way your lower lip quivered following his statement. This didn’t go unnoticed by Sukuna who smirks as he pulls you closer. 

It was getting a little easier to tell when Sukuna was toying with you and when he was being serious. It seemed that he preferred to flex his power over you to remind you of who was in charge but he never intended to actually harm you. 

You tuck your chin into his neck and inhale deeply, tightening your embrace. 

“I enjoy this”

“Good, cause this is our life now. I will always be like this with you.”

“What? A big ol cuddly softy?”

He chortles before pulling your head back by your hair to gaze into your eyes, “No, Your master and protector.”

The brief moment of lust in your eyes ignites a fire in him that immediately turns to a rush of warmth as your face melts from one of need to one of happiness. He releases your hair so that you may continue to nestle into his neck. The moment centers you and you feel at peace. This you could get used to.

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Masterlist

[detectivestucks2]

Escape with the Cursed King XIV

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Sukuna x F!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, role play, spanking, fingering, unprotected penetration.

Summary: You come home to find Sukuna waiting for you with a special gift. Afterwards, you fight and find out that you have to listen to the one person you want gone.

Art Credit: @akirasukuna

Word Count: 2.3k

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“I’m back!” you call at the front entrance as you take off your shoes and tuck them away. Ainu carries her shoes and her bag of new clothes in her hand as she heads to the East Wing of the house, wandering over to meet Kazuo in their shared home. 

As the silence of the house greets you, your feet pad over to the Southern part of the house, looking for the man you desperately need to see. Though you are extremely hungry, having only purchased clothes instead of a meal during your escapade, you are more anxious to see Sukuna than you are hungry. 

“Hey doll.” That all too charming face greets you when you pass the threshold of Sukuna’s room. 

“Ryo” the relief in your voice as you breathe his name is addicting. He closes his eyes and hums, feeling his member stiffen while your smile illuminates the otherwise dim room. 

“I see you got new clothes.” 

“I picked up a few things.”

“How soon do I get to see them on you?”

“You’ll have to wait your turn.”

“My turn? I’m the first and only person in line for this ride, sweetie.” he barks with a punishing grip of your hips. After a twinge of pain you elaborate. “Yes, your turn. Next time I change I’ll show you.”

“Looks like you’re changing right now cause I actually have an outfit you need to try on.”

“Oh? You got me clothes?”

“I got you a uniform.”

“A uniform? Are you putting me to work?”

“Strip. Now.” He demands, completely disregarding your question. 

You peel off your layers one by one, removing your trench coat, dropping your skater skirt, pulling off your sweater, and rolling down your tights.

“Underwear too, Princess. Then put this on.”

Bewildered, you remove your undergarments, letting them heap in a pile of fabric by your feet. You wonder what job he has for you that requires you to go commando and you further question what Urimae would think since she’s the one who told you to start acting more like a queen. What will she say when she sees Sukuna has forced you to become part of the help?

After an approving growl at your nakedness, you take the uniform into your custody, your fingers gripping the fine silk of a small kimono. When you don the cloak, you realize it barely covers you. Your rear is only a short hem away from being completely exposed and your chest is barely covered, the entire outfit is like a slutty version of the actual house uniform. 

Your eyes widen at him, surprised he’s going to force you to be so exposed in front of the entire estate. 

Four red pupils drink you in, their gaze hungry and proud. You look gorgeous, like a damn fantasy. He steps forward and hands you a dust rag, “Get to work.”

“Now?” You pupils dilate with disbelief.

He grabs you by your jaw and pulls you forward. “Are you talking back to your king?”

At a loss, you concede, lowering your gaze and murmuring, “No, my king.”

“Good. I want you to start in here.” His words rumbled out, smooth like brandy. 

One glance behind you, and a few steps away, you pace over to the nearby bookcase. Pressing your rag against the wood at the base of the books’ spines and dragging it across the shelf, you’re lost as your clean, confused why he is making you do this. What changed while you were gone?

As you wipe the surface clean, you sense Sukuna crowding you from behind. With a sharp inhale, you feel his hand rest on the side of your thigh. 

“Concentrate sweet princess, you don’t want to miss a spot.”

You continue to clean, trying to ignore the way his fingers slip up under your kimono and grab at your hips. He tugs you into his pelvis and your back bumps into his chest. The tight muscles beneath his black robe threaten to unravel you when he slaps your behind with a sharp, piercing blow. 

You cry out in pain when he scolds you for not focusing on your duties. You continue your assignment, whimpering each time he decides to reprimand you for your spotty workmanship. The brightening color of your backside is visible where the hem of your new uniform ends and is made even more prominent when you bend down to reach the lower shelves. 

Sukuna uses your new position to take advantage of your exposed center. He swats at your folds causing you to shoot up, standing straight with another pathetic yelp of pain. 

“Did I say you could stop? Keep cleaning.”

You bend down again just for him to plunge his fingers into your seam. He toys with the entrance, making slick spill from your heat as his fingers scissor you open. 

You lean away from him, trying to reach the last spot on the shelf when he loops his arm around your hips and drags you to the bed, throwing you down and pushing your ankles above your head.

“Pulling away from me. I’m not done here. Not by a long shot.”

You wiggle in his hold, mentally trying to catch up with the realization this is some kind of role play. His fingers plung in, stroking against the front of your canal, hooking forward and milking you to you feel the need to pee. 

“No, please, don’t!”

Ryomen swats your clit, making you scream but sending a bolt of satisfaction up to your swirling brain. Then he stuffs his digits back in, adding a third and burying them all the way to the third knuckle. 

You writhe in his hold, his hand releasing your ankles and grappling at your neck. Your kimono loosens and your chest spills out, leaving your breasts exposed as the bottom of your robe is lifted up above your hips by Sukuna’s actions. He chokes you as you kick your legs to the sides, feeling the oncoming burst that’s about to soak the entire bed. 

You squeal, the tension building with each aggressive stroke of your insides. You’re ready to burst when the coil releases and a shower of fluids spurts out of you. 

“That’s it you filthy wench. Keep makin a mess and I’ll have you scrubbing my sheets and my floor for the rest of your life.”

Sukuna flips you onto your knees and wastes no time slamming into you from behind. You scream, the entry hard and unexpected, but he keeps pounding, thundering into you without mercy. He’s made rabid from being inside of you. Consumed by how good you feel wrapped around him like you’re holding on for dear life. 

Tears prick your eyes as you cry out, the pleasurable pain overwhelming you and forcing out another intense orgasm. You heave as you try to calm yourself, your body twisted in agony while your kimono is torn at the seams from his rough play.

“Kuna…” you weeze out, hoping he hears you, “I can’t… s’too much.”

“You can and you will my sweet princess.”

Reckless abandon barely scratches the surface of how hard he’s thrusting into you. You’re unable to steady yourself, getting fucked into the mattress at a terrifying pace but gods after the day you’ve had, does it feel good. You try and fail multiple times to turn around and reach for him. After a few attempts he flips you onto your back and lunges down to kiss you. 

You steal his lips and press into them, they’re pillowy soft, unnatural for a curse but. comforting. Even as he assaults your center with his wild cadence, you melt into him, your torn kimono falling away and leaving your body exposed to him. 

His perfect fantasy came to life and just as you always do, your innocence and adoration execute it perfectly, leaving him both ravenous and satisfied. Ryoman cradles you in his arms, his hips finally slowing down as his softer affection begins to take rein over his body. 

“Ryo” you call as his pelvis settles, allowing you to catch your breath. He loves how his name sounds on your tongue. He loves it so much that he reaches for another kiss, slipping in between your lips to explore the pink muscle that speaks his moniker with such beauty even he can’t help but admire it. 

You’re perfect. You always have been, ever since the day he met you. All he wanted was for you to worship him but secretly he finds himself worshiping you far more. His hips roll into yours, languid and smooth, causing you to pant once your lips part.  “Kuna” you hum.

“Yes doll?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too. I knew I loved you from the moment I saw you.”

You moan, feeling how his member grows fatter in you with his words. Your back arches into him before he lifts your legs and pins your knees down on either side of your chest, folding you and sliding in deep. He can’t wait till he’s in his true form. The things he’ll do to you in this position once he’s whole. 

His strokes become unsteady losing pace as he feels his seed shoot through his shaft and spring into your belly. With each punctuated thrust you close around his weeping appendage, milking him with your flesh, needing every drop like it is your lifeline. 

Masculine goans of satisfaction breathe into your ear, making you clench. When he’s done he gently kisses your forehead and gets up to grab a washcloth. 

As he trots back over you ask what inspired his little roleplay today. It was obvisouly premeditated as indicated by the skimpy uniform. 

“The uniform is what my concubines in the past were ordered to wear, as for the cleaning bit, that was plucked from a maiden’s fumble a few days ago.”

“A maiden’s fumble? What do you mean by fumble?”

“She was issued the wrong uniform and stupidly cleaned my office in it. Dumb girl.”

His answer makes you squirm. 

“And this was a few days ago?”

“Mhm” he hums while his finger traces your jaw bone 

“Where was I?”

“You were out with Gojo.”

“So while I was out of town, a maid nearly flashed you with her coochie and you liked it so much you wanted to relive that moment with me?”

Sukuna sigh’s annoyed by your response, “Humans, always twisting things. What, you’re upset with me now?”

“Yeah, a little.” You say in a high pitched, unconvincing voice because yes, you’re definitely upset. Between the situation and his disparaging remarks about humans, he’s starting to sound like the villain people make him out to be.

“I’m not apologizing for a girl acting like a fool around me.”

“Wait, is there more? I mean wearing a uniform that doesn’t match the rest of the staff’s is obviously intentional, but is there something else?”

Sukuna’s face gets heated. He’s not used to being grilled like this and it’s usually him that’s angry. While he loves your new found fire, he hates that it’s directed at him. Even worse, how could you tell there is more to it? He sighs again.

“She came down to the dungeons while you were out today.”

Your eyes well with tears. No one is allowed in the dungeons; everyone knows that. There’s no way this is a mistake. 

“And is she still here?”

“No, I didn’t kill her.”

You roll your eyes. “I’m not asking if you killed her. I’m just saying that twice this girl waited till I was gone to come visit you, once in a revealing outfit. What’s worse is hours or possibly minutes later, you have sex with me. Sex that was inspired by her! So yeah, her being at the estate is kind of a problem. It makes me feel like the only thing standing between you and cheating is your mood.”

Sukuna growls, angry at your accusations. “Just cause some wannabe whore is trying to sleep with me doesn’t mean I’m going to entertain it. I told that little wench to stop disrespecting you by taking a go at me. Now I’m here telling you about it. Look at me when I tell you this,” Sukuna’s eyes squint as his finger lifts your chin. “Don’t you dare disrespect me and my feelings towards you.”

Your heart pounds assured and validated. “Okay, baby.” you whisper, feeling relieved and a little ashamed.

Sukuna grabs your hand, stroking the back of it. “And if it makes you feel better, we can dismiss all the girls who were bred for my harem. We have plenty of staff for the other responsibilities.”

A light bulb blings in your head. “Harem?” you bring your finger to your chin, “Did this wanna be wench have brown hair?”

“She did.”

“Sheila…”

“You know her name. So this isn’t the first time she’s disrespected you.” Sukuna’s laugh sounds more like a bark. “Sounds like I should’ve killed her.”

“I…” you feel even more shame, “She kept going on and on about how you’d like her better than me.” you lower your head. “ I told her to go ahead and take her shot.”

“You told a girl to come on to me and then got mad at me for a girl coming on to me. Humans…”

“I’m sorry. I was rash.”

“Well, then as an apology, you’ll study under this Sheila.”

“You’re kidding.”

“No, doll. She has knowledge that I want you to have. Especially before I take my true form.”

“What could be so different about your true form that I need training?”

Sukuna darkly chuckles at that. He can’t wait to stuff you once he’s whole. Frustrated by his response you scowl and fold your arms. 

“Fine, I’ll do ‘Sheila lessons’, happy?”

“Yes”

“But I’m not asking her. “

“Don’t worry, I already did.”

“Before I consented?!”

Sukuna gets up continuing to laugh. “You never had a choice, Princess. You were gonna do them regardless.”

Left behind on the bed, you purse your lips, angry that you’re going to have to be up close and personal with Sheila. What’s worse is you’ll have to look at her smug face when she teaches you how to have sex with your fiance even when she’s never laid a hand on him. 

“Well this sucks.” you say aloud to the empty room.

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Masterlist

[detectivestucks2]

Escape with the Cursed King XI

Pairing: Sukuna x F!Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: You travel to meet the first of the potential vessels while back home, Sheila makes a pass at your fiancé.

Art Credit: @akirasukuna

Word Count: 3.1k

Chapter 1 I Chapter 2 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 4 I Chapter 5 I Chapter 6 I Chapter 7 I Chapter 8 I Chapter 9 I Chapter 10 I Chapter 12 I Chapter 13 I Chapter 14

Saturday comes and you look at yourself in the mirror. You look cute but not too good. Since the air is crisp, you dress warm. A cute pair of fleece tights layered under dress shorts, a boxy sweatshirt, a trench coat and knee-high boots to keep you cozy and adorable. 

As much as you don’t want these men getting the wrong idea, you can’t help but make an effort in your appearance. You want to be presentable so that he’ll consider being the vessel Sukuna marries you in. Furthermore, these little outings are some of the only times you’ll get to dress up which makes you feel good about yourself in you new role of isolation. 

“You trying to make me regret not coming with you?”

The voice comes from behind you and your face softens as you look at him in the mirror’s reflection.”Of course not, Ryo. Why? You like it?” You ask as you iron your shorts with your hands. 

“I love it.” He murmurs as he steps behind you. His hands brush your hips and slide up to your waist, wrapping around your torso as his head rests on your shoulders, red eyes glued to your image in the looking glass. “I assure you these shorts and these tights aren’t gonna make it through the night.”

Goosebumps erupt along your neck and spine, your expression dropping for a moment before you regain your composure and quip back at him, “You plan on ruining all of my clothes? I guess you want me to have no choice but to go outside naked.”

Sukuna didn’t like the idea of others seeing you naked. That is saved for him. A severe look flashes over his face but just as fast as it came it was gone.

With a playful smack to your rear, Sukuna sends you on your way out the door. Pretending there wasn’t a moment of murder in his heart. 

Since today has more travel than usual, you know, beyond just going to your usual coffee shop, Uraume requested that you take a house attendant with you. Naturally, Ainu was your first choice. As you wind your way to the front of the house you find her patiently waiting by the door, holding her coat and gloves. 

“You ready ma’am?”

“Ready!”

As anxious as you are about the entire ordeal, you are excited to find a willing vessel and to get Yuji back. The more you learn about how vessels work, the more you’ve come to realize Sukuna isn't the villain he’s made out to be. 

Yeah, he may have kept Yuji’s appearance because it was useful to him at the time, but when it stopped being useful, he still kept it. You can tell it annoys him to not be his true form while living in his own house but he chooses to keep Yuji’s appearance anyways. 

He knows that you care for the boy and you suspect he does too. Why else would he go through the process of finding a replacement? A monster wouldn’t act like that. A monster would have taken on his own appearance and let Yuji Itadori become a mere memory. But he didn’t. He’s shown self restraint to keep you and Itadori happy. He’s nothing like what they say.

These thoughts continue to circle in your head during this whole process and you express them to Ainu as you walk through town towards the train station. 

Once there you board, noting how the lights remind you of a hospital, yet the seats remind you of a cheap hotel. It’s not your favorite form of travel but it gets you to most places without a license plate giving away your exact location. So for now, you use public transport and head to the stop you agreed to meet Saturo at. 

While aboard, Ainu’s face is lined with curiosity. She’s rarely ventured beyond the veil and has never ridden a train before. To say she was nervous would be an understatement. Her eyes flit from person to person unsure of how to feel about them. She drinks in the scenery beyond the window before observing all the interesting clothing choices of the patrons inside your rail car. Everyone was so fashionable. She felt underdressed and wished for a more modern wardrobe.

“Could you be any cuter?” you whisper in her ear.

Ainu blushes. “Sorry, I don’t mean to stare, it’s just all so interesting.”

“Don’t worry. I’m sure everyone can tell you’re just excited.”

She hides her face but you catch a grin ghost over her features before her chin is tucked down beneath her scarf. You are sure she feels a sense of freedom and furthermore you are excited for her to meet your best friend. 

Together you ride towards the white haired nuisance, ready to move forward with one of the most insane parts of wedding planning that anyone has ever had to do.

Back at the estate, Sukuna enters his study and sits down in his oversized desk chair. His current body is much smaller than his usual stature. That’ll change soon. He opens up a laptop Yuji helped him buy and clicks over to various social media pages, searching for unusual claims of the supernatural. 

His hand drags over his face at the tedious process. Looking for clues about the underground activity of the cursed world can be a pain. Once he finds an area with sightings, he must go out and attempt to witness the activity to verify it’s cursed spirits, then torture information out of then before ending their miserable experience. 

On occasion, he brings them back to the estate where he imprisons them for various reasons. A few he needs for poison, a few for training, and a few for ransom. Some of the more gruesome parts of this work are kept private from you per your request. Usually Uraume helps with these tasks anyways and Sukuna likes to keep you happy. 

However, sometimes it’s fun to see you squirm or watch your face fall in horror when he dismantles a body with just the snap of his fingers. Sometimes he gets a thrill out of seeing you scared of him. It makes him hard thinking about your awe-struck face, lips parting in both amazement and terror. Your eyes wide in fear as you realize the magnitude of his strength. 

His strength will be even greater after the binding ceremony. He will finally be whole again and then you can see what true power looks like. 

Though it wasn’t the main reason for marrying you, the outcome of him returning to his original form has made him anticipate this wedding very much. He’s excited to go back to who he was, feel the power course through his veins and drip from his skin in the exertion of battle. Then look up to see your doe eyes soaking in the reality of him, fear and arousal mixing together. 

He palms his pants trying to calm down his lower half after getting himself riled up. While in the past he had concubines who stir him, none have ever had the effect on him that he feels with you. The need to own a woman, yes, but the need to protect one, never. 

However, when it comes to you, your safety is always on his mind. He will go absolutely ballistic if something were to happen to you today. That’s why he sent you with Gojo. He might not like the man but at least his feelings for you will keep you safe. And knowing you, you could be trusted, even with a man like Saturo. 

Lost in thought, Sukuna’s ministrations are interrupted by a light knock at the door. He slips out of his brain fog and his four eyes blink back to reality.

A quiet and mousy voice slips through the air, “S’cuse me sir. I’m here to dust the room.” Attached to the sound is a beautiful, young woman here to do her work.

With a grumble Sukuna decides if he actually wants company while he does his research. He’d prefer to be alone, but you had taught him things like common courtesy, so he didn’t want to interrupt this girl's cleaning routine. 

The servant at the door begins to bite her lip as she waits for his decision till he eventually waives her on in. The pink flesh slips from between her teeth and delicately, she steps into the room in a rather revealing version of the staff uniform. Being a fan of kimonos, Sukuna usually asked his staff to wear them around the estate. She, however, wore her’s nearly open so her bosom was bare and looked as if it would tumble out if she stooped too low. 

He’d seen this one before but never took notice of her. She looked familiar, extremely familiar, more than just a servant who’d been slipping in and out of his view as she worked. Her hair, her lips, down to how she tied her kimono was like one of the women he used to own. He watched as her long dark hair, sprinkled with brassy lowlights swung about her as she cleaned. His eyes trailed down to her hips and as she turned away from him, reaching her arm above her head to dust a spot high up on the bookshelf, he saw the bottom of her kimono rise up dangerously close to her heat and the bottom of her cheeks. 

Sukuna jumped up and grabbed the dust rag from her hand, startling her. “Sorry, but your outfit was about to make you indecent. Let me get these parts.”

It is beneath him and definitely something he would have never done in the past but he couldn’t have another woman exposed in front of him. Well, unless you are here too…which gives him an idea for later. 

The servant flushes deep maroon and bats her eyes at him. “Thank you sir.” 

Sukuna stares down into her eyes and something stirs in his gut. Those eyes, he knows them, but not by the person standing before him, instead by the presence of another. “You’re welcome. Now please be more mindful of how you are dressed for your responsibilities.”

Her arms clasp in front of her stomach, her chest pushed up by the action to make her mounds more noticeable, as if they needed help. “My apologies, this is the uniform I was given but, I’ll be more careful in the future.”

“I’ll see to it that Uraume issues you a new uniform. Not sure what they were thinking giving you that one to begin with”

There was something like disappointment spreading across the girl's face and a bitter taste formed in his mouth. 

Had this been another time, yes, he would’ve definitely played mind games with this servant girl. He would’ve bent her over and swatted her for her indecency before stealing her clothes and forcing her to finish her responsibilities completely naked with his cum leaking out of her slit. But all that image did anymore was make him miss you. He wanted to do those things to your fragile body and it made him hard all over again. 

A small gasp cuts through the silence when Sukuna realizes the eyes of the girl are trained on his crotch. He clears his throat and her eyes snap up to meet his four red ones. “Manners.” He scolds. 

Her mouth falls open and her cheeks redden before she turns back to her obligations.Sukuna watches her out of the corner of his eye and catches how her movements increase with speed as she rushes to leave his presence. He sees how her breathing has grown shallow and he notices the subtle ways she relieves the tension brewing between her legs. 

The things his past self would have done to this girl. She was tempting and he was used to taking whatever he wanted. Patience has never been his strong suit and denying his own pleasure was right up there with it. 

Where are you when he needs you? 

Running an important errand for him, ensuring he could return to his true form, getting ready for the wedding he proposed, right. 

Sukuna grits his teeth and returns to his work, blocking out this servant girl. Tempting as she may be, she isn’t you. 

The girl finishes up and bows before exiting the room. She gives one last bashful look over her shoulder as she steps through the threshold and with that Sukuna closes his laptop and returns to daydreaming. He imagines it was you who was in her place. You in that skimpy uniform. You, reaching up high to dust the top shelves. You who got distracted by his manhood. The corner of his mouth tugs up as he decides what you’re doing when you get home. 

In the hall Shila exhales. She feels a surge of excitement from the way lord Sukuna was staring at her. He was even hard for her. She lays a hand against her chest as she steadies her heartbeat, triumph filling her features. He wants her just like he wanted her ancestors. 

It’s proof. Proof that you aren’t satiating his needs. He will call upon her when the time is right. She won’t have to work as a lowly maid much longer. Soon he’ll discard you. 

Then she’ll take her rightful spot in his bed and on his lap. He will shower her with riches, in exchange for free reign of her body. Another bolt of electricity courses through her at the thought. 

The bulge between his legs was sizable too. Concealing her burning desire was nearly impossible, but her meek display is a necessary part of the seduction. She can’t be forward about her intentions. Sukuna likes to feel powerful, so she needed to seem helpless and small. Someone whose only choice is to bend to the mighty King’s will. 

Just a few more encounters and curiosity coupled with prerogative will compel him to take her, mold her to his liking and drink from her fountain. He’ll come to crave the way she’ll worship him and in turn, he’ll exalt her. 

Straightening her kimono and with a pep in her step, Shila glides off to the next room, swaying her hips as she went. Each step daring the male gaze of the various staff members to look away as she makes her rounds.. 

Wheels grind to a halt and the doors of the train open, waiting for you to deboard. Ainu, following closely behind, threads a finger through your coat’s belt loop so as not to lose you in the crowd. 

You sift your way through the herd of people, your head on a swivel, craning your neck for a sign of Gojo waiting to meet up with you.

“Hiya Sweets.”

You whip around to face the direction the sound comes from. “Saturo!” 

Arms outstretched, they wrap around him in a caging hug. The nerves of the meeting ahead have you feeling a bit clingy and the relief of having Gojo with you has you grabbing him for support. 

“Meet Ainu, my other best friend.”

Gojo stiffens in your embrace and you can’t help the laugh gushing from your belly. 

“We’ve been through this, you’re not allowed to have another best friend.”

“Oh relax! You’re still my number one!”

Gojo gives you a playful shove and then introduces himself to the very shy Ainu. His winning smile splits his features in two, leaving Ainu’s face a shade of rosé. Satisfied that his presence has the desired effect, he turns and the three of you make your way to the buses at the edge of the station. 

“So we get off at the third stop and then we meet him at the diner at the end of the road?”

“Yes, he highly recommended it. He promised the coffee was good” you clarify

“I’m sure it’s better than the coffee at the hotel.” You give him a jab in the ribs. “Lets see if his heavenly pact came with good taste.” 

You scoff. Mr Rich Boy is out here assessing other men’s taste. You’d laugh if you weren’t wound so tight at the reminder of his original meeting place. Ainu and Gojo begin talking while you board the bus. They happily chat away while you trail behind. Your mind tumbles as you comb through how you want to approach the conversation. Do you pretend to also be another Sukuna fanatic? Are you honest with him about the situation? What if he goes blabbing to his friends or posts online about what you’re trying to do? What if the university finds out because of his online activity?

Your glazed over eyes snap open with fear. Being honest was too risky. You’d have to play pretend. 

“You okay?” Gojo inquires after noticing the abrupt change in your face.

“Yeah, I’m just thinking about strategy.”

“And it is…”

“I’m going to pretend to be a Sukuna fan like him. Then I think I’m going to ‘gossip’ about how to ‘bring him back’ and near the end, I want you to swoop in and pretend to be my fiance who found out I’ve gone off to conspire with strangers about Sukuna again.

“Wait, what?!”

“It was Ryomen’s idea. He doesn’t want me to seem available.”

“And he trusted me.”

“Yes. But if you touch anything other than my hand or shoulder you’re dead. His words.”

Those annoying gleeful lips nearly reach his ears.You know he has plans and you don’t like that he’s getting any ideas in that big head of his. 

“Don’t worry. I’ll leave no room for the guy to think you’re available. You just give me the signal of when to come over and I’ll be there.”

You roll your eyes, but inside you’re grateful. Any man crazy enough to meet up with a random girl from the internet to talk about a god of destruction is probably a little unhinged. Though you were the one marrying that god, so what does it say about you?

The walk to the diner was short. Gojo and Ainu entered first, taking a booth near the door. You enter second, quickly scanning the room before you see a man matching the profile picture you had been messaging. 

Just as you set your sights on him, he lifts his head, a charming smile stretching his lips upon seeing you. As handsome as it made him look, it also gave you a sense of unease. With a deep breath you step forward, ready to meet Sukuna’s potential vessel. 

Chapter 1 I Chapter 2 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 4 I Chapter 5 I Chapter 6 I Chapter 7 I Chapter 8 I Chapter 9 I Chapter 10 I Chapter 12 I Chapter 13 I Chapter 14

Masterlist

[detectivestucks2]

Escape with the Cursed King XII

Pairing: Sukuna x F!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Rough Oral Male Receiving, Bondage, Rough Penetration

Summary: You're meeting with the possible vessel doesn't go well but when you return home, you find Sukuna in the dungeons all too happy to see you.

Art Credit: @akirasukuna

Word Count: 4.8k

Chapter 1 I Chapter 2 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 4 I Chapter 5 I Chapter 6 I Chapter 7 I Chapter 8 I Chapter 9 I Chapter 10 I Chapter 11 I Chapter 13 I Chapter 14

a/n: not edited yet, but wanted to be on time posting*

Approaching the table at the far end of the cafe, your vessel prospect stands up and pulls out the chair next to him. You hesitate, having anticipated sitting across from the man. He is a stranger after all. Part of you thinks about just pulling out your own chair across from him, but you don’t want to start off on the wrong foot. Surrendering, you take the seat but instead of scooting in close to him, you angle your chair towards him while sliding back to the opposite corner of his side of the table.  

The man stares at you, drinking you in the way Ainu was absorbing her surroundings on the train moments ago. The difference is that she had a look of awe while this man has something more …sinister.

As you stare at him your mind starts to spiral. You’ll admit that in spite of his predatory stare he’s much more handsome in person than on his profile. If his gaze didn’t make you feel uneasy, you could picture yourself being attracted to him. Though you guess it’s not that important because it won’t be him staring back at you, it will be Sukuna and technically, Sukuna’s personality will replace his so if he turns out to be a terrible person, you’d be taking a bad guy off the streets…right? Or would his negativity fuel something dangerous in Ryomen? After the binding ceremony, will the guy’s consciousness linger in Sukuna at all? Will his thoughts linger in the back of Sukuna’s mind? There is so much unknown about what you’re trying to accomplish and now is not the time to be asking yourself these questions. 

Focus girlie, you only have an hour to feel this guy out.

Your eyes pan up and down, giving him a once over when suddenly you realize he is asking you a question. “W-what?”

“I said, what brought you to message me?”

“I-I-umm, well, if I’m being honest, I was interested in your heavenly pact.” you say, unable to wholeheartedly lie. You had a plan but you’re no good at dishonesty and now that you’re in the moment, the entire thing flew out the window. Hopefully some half truths will help you muscle through this practice round, now that you’ve already gone rogue. 

Good thing you started with this guy. While he isn’t out of the running, you intentionally didn’t pick your favorite to meet right away, you needed a pancake date. Someone that it’s okay to mess up with so that you’d get better with each meetup.

He quirks a brow. “My heavenly pact, eh?”

“Yes, I wanted to know what it is.”

“Do you believe in demons, miss?” 

Your eyes bug at the question, a million thoughts racing through your mind. “Not exactly.”

“Well I assure you, they’re out there. I can feel them, they’re like parasites, feeding off of the sadness and pain of humans.”

It occurs to you that maybe this man can’t see curses or cursed energy. Maybe he’s not actually talking about demons. Maybe he’s referring to what you know best.

You smile, “In my world, we call them cursed spirits and I can see them.”

“Ah, in your world. Guess that means we’re a part of the same world then. Well, I might not be able to see them like you, but I can sense them with pinpoint precision. If I feel one, I can grab it and crush it with a squeeze of my fist. My restriction brings me extra strength but at the cost of fighting an invisible enemy.”

“So if you hate curses, then why are you on a Sukuna fan page?”

“Cause he was the king of them. He’s the ultimate demon and I aspire to be the ultimate eradicator. I guess you could kinda say he’s my motivation.”

“Was the king of them?”

“Well he’s not around anymore. But what I'd give to have that kind of power.” he says dreamily. 

“What if he were still around?”

“Ha! He’s been gone for hundreds of years.”

“But if he were to resurface one day, what would you do?” you ask, feeling a need to know what kind of threat this man could be, for Sukuna’s sake.

“Well I can’t fight him head on, so I’d need to find a way to seal him. But first I’d need to find him. Once I do, I’ll draw him out by obtaining whatever is most precious to him and destroy it.”

You gulp knowing that you’re the ‘whatever that is most precious to him.’

”So your plan is to take him down?”

“Precisely.”

“Doesn’t that seem a bit…unattainable? He’s insanely strong and you can’t see him after all.”

“I can’t, but we need to band together if such evil ever returns to this earth.”

“I guess I wasn’t expecting this to be your attitude considering that you’re on his fanpage.” you muse aloud. “You going to use the X page as your kill list if he ever comes back?”

“You’re asking a lot of questions about Sukuna. I thought this was to ask about my Heavenly Pact. You lying to me, Sugar? Hmm?”

You feel panicked about his flirty suspicion but before your face can give away your emotions, the waitress comes over and hands him a coffee that he must have ordered prior to your arrival. He sets down the mug the waitress hands him. Then the young girl turns to you and asks what you’d like to drink. 

You decide to order for two, anticipating Saturo’s arrival. The guy lifts a questioning brow. 

“It’s for my fiance” you explain like it was the most normal thing in the world.

“Your fiance is meeting up with you while you're out on a date with a guy from the internet?”

“This isn’t a date!”

“Then what is this?” “I just wanted to meet someone with a heavenly pact. I wanted to know more about them. I’m a sorcerer. I need to know as much about this stuff as possible.”

“Why do I get the feeling there's more to this?”

You stammer, searching for a reasonable lie when you’re saved by an eavesdropping Gojo who walks up to you casually and kisses your cheek. “Hey babe! This the guy you were telling me about?”

You contain your surprise at the kiss and maintain your poker face even though you wanna smack Saturo for his audacity.

“Yes, babe, it is.”

“Kenneth, nice to meet you.” Gojo lies while extending his hand.

“Pleasure.” your ‘date’ responds curtly barely masking his annoyance that you’re not actually on a date. 

Just then the waitress returns with two macchiatos. You pass one to Gojo who gladly takes the free drink, thoroughly enjoying the situation as he smiles over the rim of his mug. 

“He was just telling me how he can’t see curses but he can sense them.”

“Reeeally. What does it feel like when you sense them?” Gogo leans forward, resting both elbows on the table in interest.

“There’s this kind of static in the air. It feels thick. Almost tangible. When I squeeze it, the static disappears.”

“Fascinating.”

“I’d love to see it in action!” you exclaim, trying to sell your story.

“Babe, leave the man alone. He was nice enough to meet up with you. You don’t need to keep bothering him. I’m sorry sir.” he apologizes to the stranger as if he were taking responsibility for a child.

“But, I…”

“It’s fine, really. If you’ll excuse me, I was just about to meet up with some friends. Mind if I leave my share of the bill here?” You can tell the man is lying and just looking for a reason to go and it bothers you.

Gojo casually waives his hand. “No problem. Thanks for humoring her. I appreciate it.” Then he hugs your shoulders and gives you a little shake like you’re the most ridiculous and adorable woman alive, the movement leaving you to feel like a small child. 

You watch your pancake vessel leave before you turn on your best friend. “Saturo, was that really necessary?”

“Yes, you needed him to lose interest.”

“But now he thinks I’m some weirdo. What if I end up wanting him to be the candidate?”

“Don’t worry, I have my ways” he says with a casual check of his nail beds. 

You blow a raspberry at him before propping your head up with your elbows at the table. Your eyes are downcast until you remember Ainu is sitting by herself. Your chair practically falls over with how fast you stand up and turn around looking for her. “Ainu?!”

“Geez Sweetheart. She’s fine!”

“What did I say about calling me Sweetheart?”

“What, I thought you got used to it by now.”

“Not after you kiss my cheek, no.”

You shove his shoulder and then turn to flag down the waitress to pay for your drinks before leaving to catch the bus out of here. 

The bus sways as it winds its way through the city. You sit side by side and your shoulders knock into each other in time with the motions of the vehicle.

“Well that was a complete waste of time.”

“Not necessarily. We learned some things.” Gojo assesses

“Like what?”

“Not every person on Sukuna’s fan pages are allies, some of them are enemies.”

“That’s true, I was gonna tell him I was there to revive Sukuna. But he may have eliminated me on the spot had I not learned about his opinions first.”

“Exactly. Your original plan would’ve been a disaster. Good thing you choke under pressure.”

“Do not! I just suck at lying.” you say with indignation. “But I’m worried about his suspicion.”

“What about it?”

“I don’t know, something’s not sitting right.”

“It’s probably nothing, babe” he says with a nudge of your shoulder with his own. You body check him in retaliation, annoyed that he’s taking this fake fiance thing too far. 

“Whatever, at least I got the worst of it out of the way. Let’s message the next one and see if we can meet him sometime this coming week.”

“I take it I’m gonna be traveling a lot these next few months.”

“Hopefully not that long.”

“Psh, yeah, okay. I know how picky you can be. You’re gonna want to meet as many men as possible before making your decision, even if you love the second one, you’re gonna drag me across the country to meet 20 more before you’re sure of your choice.”

He didn’t have to call you out so accurately but he wasn’t wrong. You probably would want to meet them all before you make your decision. “Well then, let's get started so we can be finished by the end of next month.”

Gojo rolls his eyes but agrees, knowing it’d be good to get this tedious business out of the way even though kissing your cheek and calling you babe felt like heaven. He wants to drag out the charade but he also knows he needs to be tactful about all these requests off work. If the University thinks he has a lead on your whereabouts, they might invite themselves along. 

“Don’t forget we both need to be lowkey during all of this Sunshine. Please be discreet when you’re messaging these men.”

You nod, surprised by his sudden concern. “I will.”

Gojo grabs your hand and kisses the back of it before covering it with both of his hands. “I will always have your back but I can’t save you from everything.”

“I know.”

He looks into your eyes, searching them to verify you’re being serious. Once he verifies that you mean what you’re saying, he relinquishes control of your hand. 

You whip out your phone and start sending messages to two of the other vessels, looking for possible meeting times next week. Their cities are not far from where you met this guy, so the commute will look similar. Gojo agrees to meet you at the same stop and after some light hearted chatting, Gojo wishes you goodbye at the train station, promising to see you on Tuesday.

It’s a long trip home but you and Ainu finally cross into the veil. As you walk into the mansion she thanks you for the outing then heads to her home on the East side of the estate property completely exhausted from her first travel experience. 

Extremely tired, yourself, you feel hunger like you haven’t felt in forever. In the nerves of it all, you forgot you haven’t eaten anything since breakfast and now it is nearly supper time.

As much as you want to go say hi to Ryo, your stomach is calling the kitchen and you wander down the East side of the estate to see if there are any rice balls to snack on. 

As you pass various staff members, you see they have concerned looks on their face and a few whisper to each other. It makes you feel uneasy, wondering what they could possibly be talking about. Do you have something in your hair? Maybe you grew a blemish?

Just as you near the kitchen, you see Sheila in a skimpy kimono with her ‘assets’ hanging out. She looks triumphant, as if her dreams are on the cusp of coming true. She’s always sure of herself but what could possibly have her gloating like this?

“Evening Sheila” you say shyly but only out of respect as you pass her to push open the kitchen door.

In response, she scoffs.Haughty and dismissive. She really doesn’t seem to understand her place, acting like she runs things when really it’s your fiance who has the final say. You roll your eyes and shake your head, annoyed and frustrated by her attitude, but you don’t say anything, not wishing to engage. 

However, Sheila has something different in mind. She catches your wrist and yanks you out of the kitchen doorway. “How dare you roll your eyes at me, you disrespectful slut.”

“I’m the disrespectful slut?!” You respond incredulously. 

You leave for one afternoon and somehow this girl thinks she’s in charge. 

“I know what game you’re running. My ancestors and I created the playbook. We know how this goes and you’re little charade doesn’t fool me.”

“There is no charade, Sheila! I love Ryo and he loves me. Just accept that and move on.”

She laughs hard, too hard, and the sound makes your stomach twist, “A man in love doesn’t get hard for another woman. Don’t act like you know Lord Sukuna. I have the knowledge of generations of women who’ve served under him. I am part of a lineage of prized women, bred to pleasure him. You will never compare.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose, “You sound like a super villain. Just leave me alone and you won’t create trouble for yourself.”

You don’t miss her comment but you’re not about to give into her games. It’s as if this woman’s forgotten that Sukuna will murder to protect you and that you’re a special grade sorcerer who can level this estate at any moment if you wanted to. Plus what is she talking about, him getting hard for another woman?

Her snake eyes leer at you and just as your ripping your wrist from her grasp, another maiden who works in the kitchen walks through the door and gasps,

“Sheila! How dare you lay a finger on the lady of the house!” The small girl slaps Sheila across the face with surprising strength. “Did your mother never teach you about respect and honor? Or did she only teach you about how to be a whore?!”

You couldn’t believe the amount of fight coming from this tiny woman. Ainu is right, the rest of the staff are getting tired of Sheila. You heard the concubines are having trouble adjusting to a more labor intensive role but this is absurd. No wonder the rest of the staff hate them. The girl turns towards you once she’s done chastising Sheila. 

“My Lady, I’m so sorry.” she bows. “How may I assist you?”

She lifts head, an expectant look keeping her brows raised as she waits for your answer. 

“I-uh-I was hoping for a snack.” you admit, even though the confrontation with Sheila has stolen your appetite. Sheila scoffs and walks off, you glare at her retreating figure, frustrated by her continued theatrics. One of these days she’ll be put in her place, but you’re not looking forward to the cat fight that will precede it. 

“Of course, my lady. Right this way.” She guides you into the kitchen and towards the food pantry. “What would you like?”

“I was craving some rice balls, actually”

“No problem, we always have some on hand. Do you need a dish for sauce?”

“Yes please. And do you know where I can find Lord Sukuna?”

“He’s down in the dungeons ma’am.”

You nod, knowing he’s doing something unsavory that you typically don’t like to see. Good thing your appetite is already ruined. 

The girl gives you a glass container filled with your snack and a small dish of eel sauce with a lid that’s tucked into the corner. “Thank you” you say as both of you bow at each other and you glide off to the basements in the West end of the estate.

On the long walk, you munch on your rice balls, trying to get some nutrients before you lose all willingness to eat from whatever nonsense is happening in the dungeon.

The door to the basement in the West wing is a heavy wood and metal door. Most doors in Sukuna’s home are either paper or bamboo, however, this one is a thick cherry with an iron handle and stone steps that lay just opposite of its entrance.

Balancing the food in one hand, the other pulls on the handle to find it unlocked. You figured it would be since Sukuna never locks the door behind him. You walk down the steps to a dark hallway and only hear an intermittent grinding noise. No screams, no cries, no shouting. He must be disposing of a body…gross.

Your steps echo against the stone as you travel towards the sound. “Ryo?”

All noise ceases and for a moment the silence frightens you. “Ryo? Is that you?”

“Princess?” Warmth blossoms all over your body. You’re so happy to see him that you bound up to him and give him a one armed hug before offering him a rice ball.

“Thank you, Doll, but I’ll wait till it’s supper time. I’m not hungry right now.” Yet as soon as you go to lower the rice ball and place it back in your dish, his mouth swipes it out of your hand and snatches it in one bite.

“Not hungry my butt” you scoff, playfully.

“Wanna say that again?”

“Hmm?” you say, feigning ignorance

“Something about your butt?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” you say but that smile on his face is an unfair mix of sultry and evil and you know he’s egging you on.

It’s not wise to mess with Sukuna when he’s just done something brutal for his work. He’s always rough with you when he returns from the dungeons and now here you are, provoking him within their walls. At one time you would be afraid that he’d actually hurt you, but now you trust him and know he’d never do that. 

Your king crowds you, taking the entire dish from your hands and finishes the food inside before dipping his finger in the eel sauce and demanding you lick it clean. 

You do as he says, holding eye contact with him as your tongue rolls over the digit.

“Do you remember my promise to you this morning, Princess?”

“Mhm” you nod with his finger in your mouth.

“Then if you wanna save those shorts, you better take them off now before I rip them from every seam.”

Quickly, you kick off your boots and begin to disrobe, trying to preserve your shorts, tights, and sweatshirt before he grows impatient.

“Boots back on.” he husks. You quirk your brow and quickly pull your knee-high boots back over your feet before he’s spinning you around and pushing you against the wall.

A sound of surprise slips out as your body thuds against the cold stone. The change in temperature is felt through your thin undershirt and perks your peaks. 

“Originally I had something else planned for tonight, but I think I’ll save that for another time.” he breathes as his hand snakes between your legs. You gasp when he cups your center and strokes your clit, petting the nub in a most tantalizing way. 

You hear the glass container that harbored your snack clatter to the ground as his other hand circles you to grab the base of your neck. Pressure is applied as his opposite hand increases it’s speed before allowing his fingers to dip into your folds. A gasp cuts though the silence. Your back arches so that your chest pushes into the stone wall, freezing your nipples till they are hard enough to slice through your shirt.

He strokes in and out of you, first casually, but as your body begins to squirm, his ferocity increases. The more you moan and grind into his fist, the tighter his grip becomes on your neck.

He rips away his fingers from your slit and feeds them to you, fisting your mouth and making you gag.

“Come,” he directs as he yanks you down the hall by your elbow. You wonder where you’re going but it doesn’t take long to see he’s bringing you to an open cell. Fear buzzes through you as you realize one of his games could be misery for you but he moves quickly closing the shackles around your wrists before you can say no. You look down and realize the chains are secured to the floor behind you. Then you hear him leave. “Wait!!” 

He closes the door, locking you inside with that crazy smile on his face. “Please don’t leave me here Kuna!” you beg, feeling tears well up in your eyes. He stands on the other side of the bars and motions you over. You walk towards him but the chains don’t reach that far. Your arms are outstretched behind your back as you try to push your body forward.

“If you’re a good girl, then I’ll consider letting you out of here.”

The tears begin to flow from your eyes out of panic as you nod your head yes. Sukuna’s corner lip tugs up and he silently uses his finger to ask you to come closer. The painted black nail on that same finger grows into a sharp point and he grabs the top of your shirt, cutting into the fabric to create holes so your chest falls out. 

“Up against the bars, doll.”

You strain to push your chest up to the cold metal columns and the sight of you struggling has his dick straining in his pants. Gods he wishes he had a whip on him right now. Instead he’ll have to settle for his hands. He slaps his palm hard against your mound and you shriek in pain. You cower away from the edge of the cell, not wanting him to do it again. 

“Ah, ah, ah. You have to be a good girl if you don’t want to spend the night here.” Your jaw drops in disbelief. “Again.”

You pull up to the bars again and once more he brings his heavy palm down on your chest. You can’t help but yell from the pain, but this time you stayed. He raises his hand but pauses to see if you’ll pull away but you don’t. You stare at him like a helpless little deer and he feels his manhood pulse with desire. 

You can tell he’s set ablaze. His red eyes glow in the dark. He’s drunk on the power he has over you and he loves tearing down a strong woman. He continues to assault your front, grabbing your breast by the nipple and pulling it towards him so he can slap it with his other hand, then repeat the process on your other side. Your chest is bright red and starting to bruise before he finally stops and instead grabs both peaks with his fingers and pulls down till you collapse onto your knees. 

“Gooood little slut. Now eat your next meal.”

He stands back up and finally frees his throbbing length. The weight of it falls on your face, making you flinch.

“Open up. Tongue out.” he directs, slapping his meat against your flattened muscle. “Now swallow”

He grabs behind your head and shoves himself down your windpipe without any regard to if you’ll need to speak tomorrow or not. You cough around him, your body seizing as it strains against his brutality.

“Oh come now princess, surely you can do better than this.”

Arms still stretched behind you, Sukuna reaches through the bars of the cage and threads his fingers into your hair, getting a better grip. You cough again, the vibration turning him feral and triggering a selfish frenzy of thrusts down the back of your mouth.

It isn’t the first time Ryomen’s been rough with you but there is something dangerous about him this time. You thought he’d never hurt you but you keep forgetting who you’re dealing with. Is he in a bad mood or just a dangerous one? Whatever it is, it’s leaving your body wrecked.

“Good fucking girl.” he pants as your slobber trails out of your mouth and falls down onto your knees. You feel the strain on your shoulders and fear you’ll tear a rotator cuff from how he keeps yanking your body into the cell bars. 

His tip quivers in the back of your throat and you believe he’s going to finish when he rips himself out of your mouth, leaving you panting and gasping for air. 

“Stand up and turn around.” You comply, afraid to disobey him. 

He reaches through the bars and yanks your hips flush with the metal, piercing your core with his dick. As he starts to slam into you, he pulls your rear up against the bars at a bruising pace. He’s consumed by his lust for you. He’s completely forgotten that you’re a person and all he can think about is how to use your flesh to satisfy himself. 

Longing for a different angle, he picks you up at the hips and you fall forward face first towards the ground. You catch your weight with your hands but your feet are off the ground and your boots are sticking through the bars. One of the hands holding you up, bites your skin with his extra mouth, surprising you and causing you to shriek once more. 

The sounds of your surprise, your pain, your whimpering, they do something unexplainable to him. He can’t help the way these noises fuel his depravity. He wants nothing more than to absolutely destroy you just so he can come back to build you up again before ruining you once more for his own pleasure.

He beats into you so hard that your entire body shakes and your hands can barely support your weight. You lose your balance and collapse but he holds you firm and keeps going. Once again, your arms are jerked rhythmically, making you fear for your shoulders. His pounding increases in tempo and you know it’s coming. He finishes with loud groans that echo around the forsaken space, his cum filling you up before he drops you and lets you clatter to the ground. 

His tip weeps with the remnants of his ejaculant and he beckons for you to come forward and suck it clean. 

Hoping to earn your freedom,you rush to your knees and strain against the metal cuffs to do as he asks. When you're done you open your mouth and he spits in it before slapping your tongue.

“Filthy whore.” he says with a proud smile. “When I come back, I expect you to be ready again. And next time, I won’t be so nice.”

“When you come back?!” you scream. “Ryo, where are you going! No no no no no no no, don’t leave me!” But he ignores your panicked cries and walks away and up the stone stairs. You’re left nearly naked in the dark, waiting for him, both furious and scared. He hears your screams up stairs and smirks to himself. Don’t worry Princess, you won’t be waiting long…

Chapter 1 I Chapter 2 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 4 I Chapter 5 I Chapter 6 I Chapter 7 I Chapter 8 I Chapter 9 I Chapter 10 I Chapter 11 I Chapter 13 I Chapter 14

Masterlist

[detectivestucks2]

Escape with the Cursed King X

18+ content, Minors do NOT interct

Pairing: Sukuna x F!Reader

Summary: You catch up with Gojo about the drama with Sheila and set the stage for the most insane item on anyone's wedding to-do list.

Warnings: NSFW, teasing, nipple play, fingering.

Word Count: 3.8k

Art Credit: @akirasukuna

Chapter 1 I Chapter 2 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 4 I Chapter 5 I Chapter 6 I Chapter 7 I Chapter 8 I Chapter 9 I Chapter 11 I Chapter 12 I Chapter 13 I Chapter 14

“You have a new nemesis”

“It’s not funny!”

Gojo laughs into his coffee cup at your annoyed expression. Normally Sukuna comes with you on these excursions but he has decided Gojo is trustworthy enough and today is the perfect excuse for him to sneak off to take care of some unpleasant business.

Though Sukuna does not hide his brutality from you, there are boundaries that you set and he accepts. In keeping with your established limits, he's using your coffee outing as a distraction while he tortures information out of a recently captured source. Additionally, this will help him gather ingredients for some bath that’s part of the wedding preparations. You have no clue what he means but you’re sure he’ll catch you up on it once it becomes more pertinent. 

“I don’t think you’ve ever had an enemy before! Now you’re shacked up with Mr. Psycho and suddenly some whore has it out for you.” stretched lips sip at a coffee cup before he finishes, “He’s changed you, Sunshine.”

You roll your eyes at his theatrics, swiping your cup back from his grubby, albeit slender, hands. 

“Yes, he has changed me” you say with a pointed look.  “I’m the princess to an empire of curses. I’m going to have many enemies I imagine.” You pause, taking a draft of your drink. “Technically I’ve had many for quite some time. Ever since we ran away together…”

“Eh, sure, maybe you do have a few enemies but not like this nut job.” Gojo states with a dismissive hand wave. 

“Well what do I do?! She’s clearly looking for trouble and I feel like she’s a little unhinged. Ainu said she screamed when she saw me and Ryomen down in the kitchen. Something about seeing me in his arms set her off.” 

Gojo raised his brows skeptically.

“Seriously though, what do I do? I’m so conflicted. It’s my house. Ryo and I should exist how we want and I can’t have her hovering around to get in the way of that but I also don’t want to kick her out since it’s the only home she’s ever known!”

“You care too much and it’s gonna get you killed.” he states bluntly.

“I do not.” You deadpan

“And Ryo? Seriously?”

You shoot Gojo a glare. 

“All I’m saying is that it’s your house and she just works there. If she wants to cause trouble, then she did it to herself.” Casually his fingers curl around his own paper cup as he lifts it to his lips. You hear a slurp before he finishes his thought. “And honestly, you don’t even have to kick her out. Let your fiancé do the dirty work for you.”

As you contemplate, your gaze softens. “You’re right.” You exhale, letting the weight of your head fall into your free hand. “Why should I care? She’s being a headache and trying to steal my fiancé from me. What’s it to me if she ends up homeless cause of it?”

“That’s the spirit!”

You shake your head, “Okay, with that settled, time for the second item on our agenda.”

“There’s an agenda?”

“There is.”

“Thanks for looping me in.”

“You’re welcome.” You chirp with sarcasm, not to be deterred by his own. “Now, before the wedding Ryomen will need to switch vessels. These are the candidates from our little online feeler that seem to be the most suitable for the role.” You explain passing your phone into his hands. 

“Wow Sweets, you sure do have a type.” Gojo murmurs as he scrolls. 

“Do not!”

“Do too. Tall, tattooed, and dyes his hair?” Gojo lifts his brow. 

You stammer as if he were seeing you naked. “I just got used to seeing him with pink hair is all. Don’t make it weird.”

A smile bursts beneath his white trusses. Gojo couldn’t help the boyish grin he had at seeing you flush as rosy as the hair you preferred to see on your king’s head. 

“So what’s the next step?”

“I’d like to reach out and see if they'd like to meet up.” 

“That sounds a little odd…and definitely something you shouldn’t do alone.”

“Well no doy I shouldn’t do it alone! Why do you think I’m talking to you about it?”

“Oh right, the agenda.” You sigh in exasperation. “Relax sweets! I’ll help.”

“Thank you, jerk”

“Hey!”

Innocently you look over the rim of your cup with a shoulder shrug. 

“Lucky you're cute, or I’d walk out that door. So where are you meeting these men?”

“In their hometowns. I’d like to see how they act when they’re comfortable.”

“And how far away are these hometowns?”

“Prrretty far…some of them.”

“How far?”

“The other side of the country.”

“So you want me to travel across the country to interview men who might become your fiancés body and will get to fuck you the rest of their lives?”

“Ew! Dont think of it like that!”

“Oh that’s how I’m gonna think about it.”

You deflate, believing the two of you had gotten past his crush. “I just need a second opinion. If you don’t wanna do it I’ll find someone else.”

“No no no no no, that’s not what I mean, it’s just, I’m sorry. It was stupid.” His shoulders sag, realizing he doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to say no to you. “When do you wanna get started?”

“Wanna message one of these guys and find out?”

“Sure, but can we start with the closest ones?” Gojo asks and he passes back your phone

“Fine.” You reply with a tug at your lip. 

Tapping your fingers on the screen, you pick one that isn’t your favorite but would be a good place to start. He was alright looking and seemed like your average guy. Normal hobbies and interests. Nothing special, other than his heavenly pact, but nothing alarming either. 

Quicker than you anticipated, you receive a flirty message back. 

“Geez Sweets, what’d ya do? Send a nude?”

“No, just a normal message.”

“Well something about your profile got him excited. Text him when he wants to meet up.”

Your fingers obediently follow his request, striking the keys as you ask him to meet up for a possible opportunity. Praying it didn’t make you sound like a prostitute, you set your phone down waiting for a response. 

“You used the word opportunity?”

“What else would you call this?”

“I don’t know but ‘opportunity’ is not it. Now I’m gonna have to pretend to be your fiance.”

You shake your head, thankful Sukuna isn’t present to overhear any of this conversation. If he had, your tuesday coffee’s would come to an end. Saturo is much more bold when your love and bodyguard is not around.

“Oh! He’s interested. He’s inviting me…to a hotel?”

“HA!” Gojo breaks out into a fit of laughter at your disgusted face. “I told you ‘opportunity’ was the wrong word.”

“I’m gonna ask if we can meet for coffee.” you tap on your keyboard and are quickly met with a ‘yes’. “Much better. We’re on for Saturday two towns over from here.”

“Should we meet there or should I pick you up?”

“It’s not a date, Saturo. You’re not picking me up.”

“Fine” he says raising both of his hands in surrender. “Just thought I’d be a gentleman.”

“Mhm” you hum skeptically. 

Gojo gives you a shit-eating grin before asking if the agenda includes him sharing about his week. You chose to ignore his flirting and allow him to proceed with the latest update about what the University is doing to control the curses, what his students have been up to, and the latest news on the hunt to find you. 

“So they haven’t figured out that I left voluntarily?”

“Nope, they still think you were abducted.”

“Where do they think you go every Tuesday?”

“Looking for you. They give me these sad, sympathetic faces every time I get back.”

“Yikes”

“Eh, whatever keeps them from hunting you down like a criminal.”

“Turo” You reach out your hand to cover his, thankful to have such a good friend. He lifts his gaze and you lock eyes. A sad smile stretches his lips and soon the moment passes. You press forward with the rest of his life updates and end with roasting one of his bratty first year’s. It felt good to laugh like that. The world gets heavy when your entire life is built around keeping cursed spirits under control. Having a moment to relax feels like precious gold. 

Saying your goodbyes is bittersweet. Normally you’d have Yuji to commute back with but this time you were alone however, you were comforted by the fact that you’d see each other again in four days. 

You lay in bed next to Sukuna, messaging two of the other possible vessels. You admit, even though it’s for Sukuna, and you’re doing it in front of him, it still feels icky, like you’re betraying him. Slowly a sour expression spreads over your face with each subsequent message to men who clearly do not take you seriously and think you’re hoping for a date. 

You make a noise of disgust and throw your head back down on the pillow.

“Something wrong?”

“Yes. All these men think I want a date.”

Ryoman quirks his brow, “Do you?”

Your jaw drops open in disbelief just as a mischievous smirk splits his face. You hop up on your knees and play fight with him. “Jerk! Of course I don’t want them!”

With disorienting speed, Sukuna grabs your wrists and flips you onto your back, hands pinned by your ears, your legs somehow wrapped around his waist. A satisfied smile graces his lips, his suave demeanor coming across as both kind and dangerous. “Just because you’re having trouble in paradise doesn’t mean you get to hit me princess. Try that again and I might just hit back right here.”

He punctuates the last two words with a pat between your legs and gives you a smoldering wink and you instantly feel wetness pool between your legs. Why is he unfairly hot? You take a deep, centering breath, trying to tame your sex drive, when Sukuna releases you. Your hand reaches for your discarded phone but Ryomen swipes it first, immediately tapping on your profile to see why these men find you so…datable. 

As if eating a bowl of limes, his sour expression begins to match yours. You might as well have created a dating profile. All these images of you look too good. “When did you post these photos of yourself”

“I don’t know, a long time ago. Why?”

“You look available.”

“Well it’s not like I can update my profile picture to include my boyfriend. For starters, the University thinks I was abducted.”

“hmm…Saturo is coming with you?”

“Yes”

“Good. Instruct him to make it seem like the two of you are dating.” You look at him in shock. You know he knows how Gojo feels about you. “But,” he warns, “if he touches anything other than your hand or shoulder, Gojo’s a dead man.”

“Wouldn’t you rather come along?”

“Nah, I think it'll be distracting to have me there. You said you wanted them to act like themselves. If they’re my ‘fans’ then they’ll act anything but natural. Besides I have other business to attend to”

Your finger comes to your chin in thought. After mulling it over you’re forced to agree…as much as you’d rather have Ryo with you, it would be important to have Gojo make it obvious that you’re not on the dating market.

“I’m glad to see you don’t look pleased about it.”

“Of course I’m not pleased. I don’t want Gojo. I’m nervous and I want my fiancé with me.” you pout. “Besides, you wouldn’t marry me if you thought I was capable of disloyalty. You’re my king, so does my reaction really surprise you?”

He rolls back on top of you, tugging off your bottoms before breathing out a heated “true” into the shell of your ear. A growl rumbles from his chest as his hands slip beneath the fabric of your shirt and rake down the sides of your ribs. 

You’re his loyal little soldier, sent to this world to please him. His mouth nips at your neck, the sudden need to claim you overwhelming his desires. Knowing you’re his, your heart, your body, and your mind, all pledged to him, it does something unfamiliar to his soul that resonates in his coursing veins.

Tingles and butterflies erupt everywhere he touches and you feel your mind go numb as he soothes your nerves with his lips and teeth. Sinking down to your collarbone, his nips turn to full on bites. Teeth sink into your skin and you can feel it give way to the sharp enamel. Excitement shoots through you, sending sparks to your peaks and heat to your core. 

As the perky nubs stiffen, Sukena’s rough fingers find them and begin to twist. You whine and strain beneath him but he doesn’t stop. His teeth continue to assault your complexion, his mouth sucking on your skin, leaving bites and bruises in its wake. 

Your stomach flutters, hands twisting in his hair. You subconsciously begin to grind into him. The need to release the building tension between your legs makes you desperate for him.

“Tsk, tsk, little one.” He scolds as you continue to rub your center against his stomach, needing more from him.

“Please.” you whisper, back arching into his face.

“Not yet. You haven’t earned it.”

He increases the pressure on your buds and you cry out, feeling the sting as he tugs. 

“Please!” you plead louder, the movement of your hips increasing, your juices smearing all over his stomach. 

If he were in his true form, that tangy fluid wouldn’t go to waste. Soon. It’ll be soon.

You twist in his hold, dying to fall over the edge but he’s denying you. He won’t touch below your navel. “Kuna, I need you.”

“You have me baby.”

“You know what I mean.” Your pout only increasing.

That devilish grin gleams in the dim lighting of the bedroom and you swear you’ve never needed someone between your legs more in your entire life. 

“Oh? Am I not providing enough pleasure?”

You refuse to answer, afraid he’ll stop. Instead you continue to wiggle below him, hoping he’ll take pity on you. 

“Does she want to be touched more?”

“Yes” you breathe

“Does she want to be touched here?”

His hand releases one of your trapped buds and slides over your pores down to where you need him most. Your eyes plead, begging him to slip inside.

“Oh, she wants to be touched here.” one finger toys with your opening, only dipping in up to the first knuckle. The endless teasing, driving you mad and making you squirm with sensitivity.

“Kuuunaaa, please.”

“Beg more.”

You hate begging. It’s so humiliating but when you don’t immediately give him what he wants he whips out the sash of his robe and wraps it around your wrists. He pulls it taught and tethers it above your head. 

The move, quick and smooth, steals your breath. Arousal spills out of your slit and that one tantalizing finger scoops it up to stuff it back inside. 

You can’t stand it. You need to feel the stretch. You need to feel how he pets your insides. “Kuna, please. I need you. I need you to make me feel good. Plea-hea-hease!”

The shame consumes you but the all consuming desire for him shoves your pride aside.

“That’s more like it.” he coos as he gathers a second digit and pushes inside. Pleasure erupts and you have a bit of relief but it’s not enough. 

He can feel your desperate squeezing and brings in a third finger. Finally he stretches you but it’s not around what you want. However, he thrusts in and out of your hole so fast, he rattles your body into full submission and when he hooks his fingers you spurt all over him. 

Even as you scream from your orgasm, his cruel little game isn’t over. He continues to stroke, enjoying how it makes your body quake. “You asked for this, Princess. Don’t you dare ask me to stop.”

Your toes curl and your body convulses. Then, when he spits on your clit and drags his thumb over the area while the rest of his fingers continue their strokes, you swear you’ll pop a blood vessel from how hard you shake. 

“Still need more?”

You physically can’t answer from the heaving gasps. Unable to contain a second orgasm, you stiffen like a board all the way from your outstretched wrists down to your pointed toes. 

You bare your teeth and squeeze your eyes shut as your chest reddens. The intensity catapulting you over the metaphorical edge and blinding you before he finally releases the belt of his robe and gently laps at your center. 

His soothing licks still cause an involuntary kick in your legs but they help bring your breathing back to normal. 

“What a good girl.” he simpers as you begin to relax. “Letting me toy with her hole like an obedient slut.” 

Even though he’s trying to gradually bring you back down, he can’t help the playful suckle on your nearby nerve bundle that leaves you shooting up with a gasp. “Ryo, please” you plead with your hand in his hair.

“Sorry baby. I got carried away.” 

“Sure.” you whisper as you fall back on the bed, letting him pleasure you till you’re lulled to sleep with his head buried in his favorite spot. 

Whipping his mouth clean with the back of his hand, Sukuna stares at you, his heart full of warmth, before he removes his robe to sleep naked next to you. 

Just because you’re asleep doesn’t mean he’s done touching you. Your most sensitive spots will definitely continue to be abused as you dream about him. 

Once he lays beside you, his arms wrap around your torso. One hand wandering between your legs and one cupping your breast.

You let out a soft moan in your sleep, the noise relaxing him while your body wiggles in his hold. 

Hearing your little sounds always helps him sleep. It doesn’t matter what kind of day he’s had, you’re able to ease his restless mind just by moaning at his hands. He continues to pinch and rub your erogenous zones and soon sleep finds him like a blanket of peace.

Chapter 1 I Chapter 2 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 4 I Chapter 5 I Chapter 6 I Chapter 7 I Chapter 8 I Chapter 9 I Chapter 11 I Chapter 12 I Chapter 13 I Chapter 14

Masterlist

[detectivestucks2]

Escape with the Cursed King VI

Pairing: Sukuna x F!Reader

Summery: You continue meeting w/ Gojo at the coffee shop and conspire with him about Sukuna's vessel.

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1.3k

Art Credit: @akirasukuna

Chapter 1 I Chapter 2 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 4 I Chapter 5 I Chapter 7 I Chapter 8 I Chapter 9 I Chapter 10 I Chapter 11 I Chapter 12 I Chapter 13 I Chapter 14

The next week you sit next to Saturo on the chestnut wood chairs of the coffee house. The two of you happily chatter away while Yuji walks around outside. The sky is dark from the heavy clouds and the air is thick with summertime humidity but nonetheless both of you are excited to be beyond the estate for purposes outside of meeting with curses.

As you see Yuuji dash past the window, you follow his line of sight to a food truck, you let out a sigh. He should be free. He shouldn’t have to stay at the estate with you. It was your choice to run away with Sukuna, it wasn’t truly Yuji’s intention to become a vessel. 

“Gojo”

“Yes?”

“I need your help.”

“With what?”

“I need you to separate Yuji from Sukuna.”

“What?” He nearly spat out his coffee.

“It’s not ideal, two people sharing a body.”

“I can’t imagine it would be.”

“Plus there’s a girl back home.”

“It’s home now, is it?” You dismiss his comment.

“He likes her but while he’s a vessel, there’s absolutely no way that she would be allowed near Yuji. She’d be beheaded.”

“Some boyfriend you got there.”

At that you glare daggers into Saturo. 

“Look, I don’t think Yuji’s into this girl.”

“You haven’t seen how he looks at her.”

“Have you seen how he looks at you?”

“It’s not like that.”

“Could’ve fooled me.”

“He just feels affection for me because of Sukuna. He experiences what Sukuna experiences. Every intimate moment I have with Sukuna is shared with Yuji too. He can’t help it. Besides, it’s no different from how you look at me.”

Gojo adjusts his position in his seat, suddenly feeling the need to look around the room. “So there's a girl?”

“Yes, she’s definitely interested in him and he’s always staring at her. I’ve spent time with her. She’s a lovely woman.”

“So you approve of her?”

“Very much so. She spends many afternoons with me and Ainu.”

“Who’s Ainu?”

“My new best friend.”

“You have a new best friend! Nope. Not on my watch.”

“Relax, a girl can have two best friends.”

“Not how that works.”

“Yes it is”

“No it’s not. A person can only have one best friend.”

“One: not true. Two: we’re getting off topic. You’re helping me brainstorm how to separate Sukuna and Yuji, remember?”

“Why aren’t you asking Sukuna to help you look into this?”

“I have but he says he’s too busy at the moment to worry about it right now. He says in a decade or so, he’ll have time. You can just imagine how that made me feel.”

“Pretty mortal I’m sure.”

“Yeah, basically. He’s a cradle robber, that one.”

“Sounds like you forgot.”

“Him being in Yuji’s body makes it easy to forget his actual age.” A sigh bleeds past your lips,  “But then he says shit like that…”

You see Gojo laugh into his coffee cup as he raises it to his lips. 

“S’not funny.”

“You would be very wrong.”

“Toru!”

“What?! You’re dating an old man. A murderous, old man, I might add. It’s the most hilarious thing I’ve seen in a minute.”

“You suck.”

“Yet I’m still so pretty.”

You roll your eyes at him. “I’m prettier.”

“Nice try Sweets, but I’ll always have the better eyes.”

“When you’re done praising yourself, I could really use what’s behind those eyes.”

“Fine fine fine, I’m done. So what are you thinking?”

“I assume that in order to get his own body, either we need to unite all the fingers, which runs the risk of burying Yuji forever, or we may need to find a new vessel.”

“But you’d need a body that can handle Sukuna. Most men would die if they consumed him.”

“Yeah, they would have to be powerful.” you reflect.

“Indeed.”

“Do you think it would have to be a man? What if it were a curse?”

“Interesting. That’s a thought. But then wouldn’t Sukuna take on the appearance of that curse? Unless you’re into slimy globs and trees-for-eyes.”

“Shut up. Yes, I’ve thought about that too. But my main concern about him transferring into a curse isn’t his looks but rather if his body will stop being compatible with mine.”

“As in…”

“Will intimacy be safe.”

“I wasn’t that far off. I mean, you have to like how someone looks to be ‘intimate’ with them.”

“I’m serious Toru. I need to make sure transferring him into a curse’s body won't put me at risk.”

“So then why entertain the idea if youre so afraid?”

“Cause I don’t like the idea of stealing another body the way he stole Yuji. And what if that body can’t even handle him? Then it’s just murder.”

“I’m glad you’ve retained some morals after sleeping with the enemy.”

“Really Gojo?”

“Gojo? Am I in trouble?”

“Yes. This is important to me.”

“How about this, look for someone with a heavenly pact that is willing to take on Sukuna?”

“You really think someone would volunteer to be a vessel like that?”

“There are fanatics everywhere. Sukuna is a centuries old King. I’m sure there are underground fan clubs and I bet one of those sickos would be willing to harbor your little boyfriend.”

You didn’t appreciate the way he said it but Gojo made a good point. It was a good idea. A volunteer. And someone with a heavenly pact likely could handle the cursed energy that Yuji currently harbored within him. 

You raise your eyes from the table in front of you and stare into the sapphire ones before you. “Once Yuji’s free, what do you think will happen to him?”

“What do you mean?”

“Will he still be considered a fugitive? Do you think he’ll be forced to give up intelligence on us? Will the council harm him?”

“I can’t say. It might be good for him to continue to stay with you. Plus there’s that girl, remember.”

“Right, but maybe they could start a life somewhere.”

“Maybe you should let Yuji decide instead of trying to plan it for him.”

You chuckle at your own foolishness, “You’re right. What am I saying?”

“So when are you gonna share this little plan of yours with the guys?”

“I don’t know. Should I wait till I find someone or should I tell him before looking?”

“A secret from Sukuna sounds like a bad idea.”

“You’re right.” you look down with a sigh. “I don’t know why I’m so nervous though.”

“Maybe cause he’s an intense guy.” Gojo says with airy comfort as if he was commenting on the gray sky beyond the window.

“He is” you look outside through the glass pane by your table, searching the streets for Yuji and your King hidden within him. “I’ll tell him tonight.”

“Well that was fast.”

“I wanna get it over with.”

“You think he’ll be mad?”

“No, I think he’ll be surprised.”

“I see. Well, tell me how it goes when we meet next week.”

“I will.” You smile happily as you lean your head in your hand, eyes flicking from Gojo to the window once more, searching for your man and his vessel.

“Well, Sweets,” Saturo stands up and you follow his lead, “I’ll see you in seven days.”

“See you in seven days, Toru.” 

Your eyes shut as you hug him. When you separate the two of you walk out of the shop together. Gojo heads right and you look both ways before spotting an ice cream parlor that likely caught the attention of one pink haired 20 year old. You shake your head and smile as you skip across the street, ready to grab a cone for yourself.

You and Yuji lap up the dairy treat on your train home. Once closer to the veil, the tattoos bleed onto his skin and you welcome back the sight of your boyfriend and King, Ryomen Sukuna.

“Welcome back, my Lord.”

“Welcome back, baby.”

A small hum of contentment is heard from you and Sukuna tightens his grip on your hand in response.

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