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The king of curses. The destroyer. The dishonoured one.
And now, your fiance.
Just the thought of it made you laugh.
You should have known it. Your father had always hated you. It wasn't your fault that you possessed the ten shadows technique coveted by everyone in your clan. For the lot to fall in the lap of a girl, and the daughter of his concubine, no less. It was disgraceful to them, that someone like you should get the prided technique of your clan.
Ever since you were young, everyone had looked at you with disdain, except your mother. Both of you were forced into a small cramped living space just outside your clan’s estate, because to everyone’s dismay, you were important to keep alive, but not important to live comfortably like the rest of your family. And while it was horrible, and you cursed your father and his snobby wives and legitimate children everyday, your mother made sure those days were never difficult for you. You loved her to death. And so did she.
But after her passing, you knew nothing was worth living for in this world. You’d be shipped off like cartel, sent to be someone’s wife, a man you’d never known, but would be forced to know intimately for the rest of your life. To sit and look pretty on his arm, obey his every command, only speak when spoken to, and provide him with heirs.
It disgusted you. And you’d tried to escape that life multiple times, only to be dragged back by your father’s men, beaten by them, and thrown back into that despicable room which was empty without the sound of your mother’s laughter, as you curled in on yourself on the floor, screaming at yourself not to cry.
But they’d won. The entire ride in the carriage here was filled with people in the streets, throwing flowers for their ‘queen’ who had come to wed their king.
Except your fiance wasn’t even here yet. Away on some treacherous journey, slaughtering humans and curses alike, or whatever it was that he did to earn him his wretched title name.
You didn’t mind. It was perfect. In fact, you believed the gods had shown you favour, giving you this chance to escape.
Except you had soldiers guarding your room, armed to the teeth. They must have been told of your wild, unladylike reputation.
Getting a marriage proposal from Ryomen Sukuna was something no one in your clan expected. Despite his reputation, it was the best possible match for someone of your technique. You remembered the glares your half-sisters and cousins had given you, as if trying to wonder if your technique was really impressive enough to garner the attention of the strongest sorcerer alive.
Your father too, had been shocked, but had pleaded with his messenger, a white haired man named Uruame with a peculiar patch of red in his hair, that you would only bring disgrace to the honoured king’s line with your wild personality.
But he was insistent that Sukuna wanted you, and wouldn’t be hindered by anything about your personality or appearance.
This mysterious king seemed to want you despite your reputation. You scoffed to yourself, as you sat by the window in your room. What did your reputation matter if he just locked you up and used you for his breeding purposes whenever he saw fit?
There were guards outside too, by your window. You waited until it was dark to let out orochi, and the great white serpent slithered down the side of the palace towards the sleeping guards. As it wrapped itself around them, and they awoke, causing havoc and screaming, you took a deep breath before summoning Nue.
You never had much practice with your shikigami, only ever using them in dire circumstances. Your father never allowed it, couldn’t stand that you could potentially surpass him. So you only had one chance to get this right. Grabbing onto the great bird’s legs, you and it flew straight to a forest beyond the castle, and you looked behind you, to see more guards running to assist their fellow comrades, trying to exorcise it and slice it with their blades.
You let go of one hand, and snapped your fingers, making the snake disappear. Except you should have known, you didn’t focus, and Nue disappeared too. You screamed as you realised your mistake and plummeted down to the forest floor, quickly trying to grab a branch to stop yourself from falling to possible death.
Except you kept missing, and landed on the forest floor with a thud. You groaned, sitting up as your yukata was ripped, and your body covered in scratches.
You stood up, hands shaking as blood dripped onto the ground from a particularly long gash on your arm from where a tree branch slashed through it.
You had to get out of here. You cursed yourself for letting go of your shikigami too soon. You should have waited at least until you had reached the edge of the city, but now you were far far too close, being right next to the royal palace, and you were too weak to summon them again.
You tried to run, but your legs felt like lead. No, you wouldn’t stop here.
You weren’t going to be defeated by a bunch of trees and a little blood. You forced yourself to run, picking up speed. You thought you could hear the faint sound of soldiers, and horse hooves, and you panicked, adrenaline spiking as you ran faster, dodging trees and jumping over obstacles. Only to trip over a tree root and land on the ground. You hit your nose on the ground, yelling out in pain as blood spurted from it, and you scrambled back up.
The sound grew closer, and you suddenly entered into a clearing. Your legs couldn’t go on anymore. You breathed hard, determined to not back down, as you turned around. The light of torches grew closer, and you took a deep breath, before making the hand sign for Orochi, waiting. As soon as the first soldier stepped into the clearing, you released it. You were still too weak, but you managed to summon it, even as you felt your cursed energy get sucked out of you like a siphon, making your head spin. You watched as the great white serpent surged forward and swallowed up the soldier and the ones behind it.
The men yelled in terror, but some managed to slip through the chaos, and came straight towards you. You froze, feeling panic rise. You weren’t so great at physical combat, but you held your hands out in a fighting stance, ready for him. He grabs you by your wrist, tugging you forward.
You throw a weak punch, but it manages to land on his jaw, and there’s a sickening crack. Your eyes widen in horror as you think it's from you, but it’s his jaw. You didn’t even realise how hard you’d punched him. The man stumbles, but holds onto you tightly. More men come, and you direct the snake towards them. But you didn’t see the one behind you, only felt him when you got hit with a blunt object, making your vision go white, as you fell to the ground.
When you gained consciousness, you were being dragged into a room, a soldier behind you holding your hands together. ‘ The dungeons aren’t this way-?’ a guard muttered.
‘Shut up, do you want to die? The dungeons?! The king wants to see her! She’s his bride, you know!’
Despite saying you were his ‘bride’ the soldier handling you still throws you down on the ground, and you lift yourself up, gritting your teeth.
‘I’ll kill you all-’ you hissed under your breath, but it wasn’t as quiet as you hoped, as the room was deadly silent. Your voice carried through the room, and it was then you finally noticed the deadly cursed energy present in the room.
It was cold, and yet hot. Like sharp needles everywhere, making you lift your head slowly to look at the imposing figure in front of you.
You’d heard rumours of the king of curses. Some said he was good looking. Some said he was disgusting to look at. Some said he exuded evil and wickedness. Some said that he masked it all under a guise of benevolence.
You didn’t know anything about him yourself, but you knew as you looked at him for the first time that he was devilishly handsome.
Emphasis on the devilish.
Because he looked like evil personified, with the ominous markings on his face, travelling over his bare chest which was on full display. A loose white robe was thrown over his shoulders, tied at the waist. Shadows engulfed him, and all you could make out was a bit of his face and his chest, the rest of him hidden in black.
He stared at you, head slightly tilted to the side as he took in your appearance. Your ripped clothes, scratches on your arms, dried blood on your face and nose.
For the first time in your life, you were almost stricken with fear. Because even when you didn’t know anything about him, the aura that exuded from this man was enough to tell you to fear for your life.
He stood up, and your head lifted higher, following his face. As intimidating as he was, it was impossible to look away from his face.
He came down the steps of the throne he was sitting on, each step seemingly bringing you closer to your end. Or that's what your heart told you, with the way it raced.
He was on the ground now, his feet in front of you. You couldn’t lift your head any further, eyes settled somewhere on his robe.
He walks towards you, and bends down, on the same level as you.
You close your eyes, waiting for it. The pain he’d inflict on you for being disobedient, even before you’d been properly wed. You’d seen it happen to all the married women you knew who stepped out of line. Even though you weren’t married, you might as well have been. And you hadn’t merely crossed the line, you had gone so far from it it wasn’t even visible anymore. Putting the fact that you were his fiance aside, he was a fucking psychopath. He’d kill you for sure.
But all you felt was a hand under your chin, lifting your head. You flinch, but nothing else happens. Without opening your eyes, you can feel his intense gaze on yours. You don’t want to look. You felt like you’d die if you did.
‘Open your eyes.’
His voice was low, and so, so deep it made something hot pool in your gut.
You obeyed, eyes fluttering open.
His eyes were the deepest of reds. The colour of dark wine, dark, dark blood.
His hair, on the other hand, was a light colour. Something… Pink ?
His gaze is still hard, unflinching, as his hand goes to your sides, turning you around suddenly, and pulling you back until your back hits his chest. You stiffen.
You were met with the gazes of the soldiers, looking frightened and frozen in fear.
You feel your heart continue to race. This was it, he’d slit your neck. You were done for. You’d join your mother, in the place where souls go after-
Slash!
Your eyes snapped open, as the head of the man closest to you, the one who’d carried you here, who’d thrown you on the ground, flew off, blood spurting in all directions. It fell on your face and clothes, and you were frozen, so still you couldn't move.
He leans in, his head now next to yours. ‘Who else?’
‘ H-huh?’
‘Who else hurt you?’
You find it impossible to breathe, heart pounding in your chest. Was he serious? You swallow hard as you point to the man standing next to him, the one with the misplaced jaw. His eyes widen, mouth opening to plead for his life, to say something, but it's too late as Sukuna flicks a finger beside you, and his head is also lying on the ground now, amid a dark pool of blood.
‘Anyone else?’
You try to breathe, try to do anything, try to function like a normal human being. Your mind races, as you try to think.
There was the man who knocked you out, but you didn’t know what he looked like.
‘S-someone hit-’ you said, feeling too scared to talk, so you closed your mouth, trembling slightly.
‘Go on,’ he said, a hand caressing your shoulder. The touch makes your skin erupt in goosebumps.
‘I- I don't know what he looks like, but- but he hit me across the hea-’
‘Step forward, whoever that is.’
His voice is loud, clear, commanding, and after a moment, the man steps forward. He’s trembling, so hard, it makes you feel almost sorry for him. But you were never one for emotions. People died. And these men certainly deserved death.
He too, was taken care of in the same manner, and you shut your eyes, feeling your head rush. You still felt too weak, and your head slumped slightly.
‘Is that all?’
You give a brief nod, and he commands them to leave. You hear footsteps as they grow quieter, and you're left in silence. Surely, now it was your turn.
But without a word, he turns you over once more, handling you with such ease, as if you were a mere rag doll, and lifts you into his arms, standing up. You don’t open your eyes, feeling your body warm up, feeling your cheeks heat.
After walking for a while, up some stairs, down countless corridors, he takes you into a room, shutting the door loudly behind him.
You feel yourself being placed on a bed, and only then do you open your eyes to find yourself in an opulent room which wasn’t your own, on a bed with a canopy.
Sukuna sits beside you, his gaze still fixed on you.
He reaches a hand out, brushing it against your nose. ‘Did you break it?’
You flinch at his touch, and It takes you a second to understand his question through the clouded fog in your mind. The pain in your nose which you didn’t pay attention to this whole time finally sinks in, and you nod.
In a second, the pain is gone, and your head seems to clear. It startles you, how sudden it was. You blink at him, dazed, and he cracks a grin, revealing perfect teeth, with canines slightly elongated.
Oh god…
He’s so wickedly good-looking, it feels impossible. ‘Reversed cursed technique,’ he says, as he touches your arm, where the gash is. It too, heals, and you watch with rapt attention as the skin covers itself, threading together.
After a few moments of tense silence, you finally decide to speak. ‘Why- why did you do that?’
‘Heal you?’
You swallow, shaking your head. He raises an eyebrow. ‘Oh. That.’ He reaches a hand out to caress your cheek.
‘You’re my wife, aren’t you?’
The words make something in you twist. At the same time, you want to say, ‘not yet.’ His expression darkens slightly. ‘Even if you ran away from me.’
Your heart picks up pace in your chest. You were in his clutches. There was nothing you could do to escape him. He could do whatever he wanted to you.
‘A-are you going to hurt me?’ You whisper, and you hate how pathetic your voice is. He lets out a huff of something that sounds like laughter.
‘I might punish you,’ he says easily.
You swallow again, feeling more on edge. ‘They told you- my father and the others. They told you what I was like.’
‘They did.’
You bit your lip. ‘A-and you still took me-
‘I did. You’re too valuable to me to pass up just because of your nature.’
You didn’t know what he meant by that, and honestly, you were scared to ask. He places both his arms on either side of your head, caging you in, as he leaned in. You gasped, eyes widening.
He seemed to scan every inch of your face, and you hated the intense feeling of his gaze. You hated the scrutiny he put you under. You wanted to escape his eyes, but you knew you couldn’t.
‘You’re beautiful.’
Your eyes flash open at that, as you stare at him. Beautiful? You?!
Your whole life you’ve been told that everything was wrong with you. Your hair, the way you dressed, your face. Your mother told you you were beautiful, of course, but that's what mother’s do. You didn’t believe it. Only one look between you, and your half-sisters was enough to point out the raging differences in your looks. You had always told yourself that you didn’t care, because you didn’t need it. You had a technique more powerful than anyone else in your clan.
And now? With blood and scratches on your face-
‘Don’t mock me-’ You hissed, voice low, and that was not supposed to come out, but you were gritting your teeth.
He raised an eyebrow, lips spreading into that roguish grin once more. He seemed surprised, but pleasantly, at your outburst.
‘Is that any way to speak to your king and husband?’ he says lowly, tilting his head to the side. His whole demeanour is screaming danger, but you can’t look past the anger clouding your judgement.
‘You’re not my husband yet.’
His grin widens slightly. ‘But I'm still your king. Which is even more dangerous. I’m sure you saw what I did to those men there?’
‘What, gonna slice my head off too?’
He doesn’t reply to your jab, only still keeping that grin on his face as he traces the outline of your lips with his thumb. It makes you shudder, but you fight to keep your composure. He takes something from the nightstand, a damp cloth, and wipes it over your face, cleaning your blood, and tossing it aside.
‘I was wondering when I’d see you,’ he said, thumb tugging down on your lip. You shoved his hand away. ‘What ?’
‘You were being too submissive and pliant.’ he grabs your wrists, pinning them down on the bed. ‘I was wondering when I’d see the real holder of the ten shadows your family warned me about.’
You felt a little emboldened, because for whatever reason, he seemed to not mind your attitude, and you didn’t think he’d do anything to hurt you a whole lot.
But you weren’t going to push your luck. You were breathing heavily, feeling your heart still race, but for an almost entirely different reason.
He was so close to you, you could see each individual one of his dark eyelashes. The way his eyes seemed to light with something dark and dangerous as he stared at you, and you could see your reflection in those pools of blood.
‘As my wife to be-’ he says, bringing one of your hands to the other, so he could hold them together in one hand, his other one under your chin, tipping your head up closer to his. ‘-You certainly don’t look like you could be submissive and quiet, as a woman is supposed to be.’
‘Well, they tried to warn you,’ you said, scoffing. He hums. ‘They did. I still wanted you, though. Know why?’
‘My technique, obviously. And so I can pop out all your children.’
He shakes his head, chuckling softly. ‘Maybe. But no, I’m afraid my motives are more selfish than that.’
He brushes a strand of hair away from your face.
‘I came to your town once. Years ago. Guess what I saw there,’ He says, eyes shifting back to yours. ‘I saw this girl, getting kicked to the ground by men clearly much older than her. She looked lifeless, and they just kept attacking, laughing like the entire thing was entertainment for them.’
Your heart stopped in your chest, as his words struck a chord inside you. He continued, ‘Then they stopped, and as they tried to leave, a snake materialised out of thin air, swallowing the men whole, then spat them back in front of her, all of them paralysed. And she-’ He huffed out a laugh.
‘She got on top of one of them, and started pounding his head in, screaming curses and profanities that made even my blood chill.’
He leans in, aligning his mouth just above yours, and you can feel the faint exhale of his breath along your lips. The feel of his lips just shy of yours is enough to make you feel fire along your skin.
‘She looked possessed, psychotic,’ He said against your lips. ‘She looked so fucking beautiful, I couldn’t look away.’
You could feel the heat radiating off of him, his body so close to yours, making it hard for you to think straight. His words, they made you shiver in anticipation.
‘I had to have her as mine,’ he finished, pulling back slightly, eyes back on yours.
You stared back at him, feeling a strange twisting feeling inside you, your skin growing hotter and hotter.
‘And you are, now,’ He said, hand moving over your throat. He grinned again. ‘I like my women docile, so I’ll have fun making you submit to me. As your king and husband.’
He lets go of your wrists, presses you down into the bed, and you’ve never felt like this, never had anyone look at you like this.
His mouth latches onto your neck, and you're surprised at how good it feels. Its startling, his mouth, wet against your skin. His teeth graze your skin, canines brushing so good against you. You let out something like a gasp, hands digging into the bed.
He pulls back, eyeing you, and places a hand on your jaw, his thumb pressing down on your lip, making your mouth open. He slips it in, pressing onto your tongue.
You close your mouth over it, not breaking eye contact with him as you suck on his thumb. His eyes seem to darken at that.
‘You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?’
He pulls his thumb away, a trail of saliva connecting him with your mouth, before it snaps back.
‘How would you like that? To become completely mine.’
You open your mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. Because for the first time, you somehow and for some reason, want to. It's so unlike yourself. The thought of being another man’s wife always felt synonymous with being his property. And yet -
He saw you. Completely. And it didn’t disgust him.
He only grins. ‘That was easier than expected.’
You seem to snap back into a semblance of normalcy, as you shake your head. ‘I- I don’t belong to you. You can’t make me-’
‘Oh , but I can,’ He said, a dangerous lilt to his voice. His smile drops completely, and the sight is terrifying and you remember how you’d felt when you saw him for the first time. He pulls away, straightening up.
‘Get on the ground. Get on your knees.’
Your eyes widen at his sudden, outlandish command. ‘W-what-?’
He gives you an unimpressed look. ‘Don’t make me repeat myself .’
With the way he’s staring at you, you can do nothing but obey as you shuffle off the bed, and go to stand in front of him. You’re nervous, even though you try to hide it, but you know he can tell.
He eyes you, cocking his head to the side, waiting. But you don’t move, stuck in that awkward position. He stands up, slowly, and he’s towering over you. You’re stuck, unsure whether to run, attack him, or submit-
Definitely not the last one. What were you even thinking?!?!
Two hands go to your shoulders, and you're forced to your knees, a hand going behind your head to grip your hair and tug your head back to look at him.
Humiliation paints itself over your face in red. ‘So, you’re going to be difficult, is that it?’
‘What do you even want from me now?’ You gritted out. He smirks a little, as he drags you closer to him, your knees scraping against the floor.
‘You do know how to pleasure a man, don’t you?’
Your cheeks heated further. ‘What?! No!’
He hums. ‘I guess we can save that for another day then. Get back on the bed.’
You're staring at him in shock, not understanding what’s going on. ‘You just said-’
‘I’m being considerate, sweetheart. Unless you want me to fuck your throat…?’
You were fuming, anger burning inside you, as he lifts you up, and places you on the bed again, rather unceremoniously. ‘What are you doing?’ You hissed, and your words suddenly fail you as he pulls off his robe completely. He’s wearing a pair of dark trousers underneath, and you’re glad for it, as the amount of glorious skin on show was too much for you. Black, swirling tattoos marked his skin, and you felt the innate need to run your hands over them. You shuddered at the wayward thought.
He climbs over you, predatory gaze roaming you, as if he’d finally caught you and was going to devour you whole. You swallowed, as he bent his head, pressing his lips against your jaw. You shiver at the feel of it, and his hands go to your ruined dress, and in one swift move, rips it completely down the middle.
You gasp, cheeks flaring as you try to cover yourself, but he only grabs your wrists, placing them on either side of you, as he stares down at the exposed skin. Apart from the bandages around your breasts, everything on your upper body was on show for him.
He dips his head again, as he kisses along your neck and collarbone, slow, biting kisses that make you mewl. You don’t even mean to, but it hurts, and feel so good too.
His hands go to the bandages, and gently tugs on the end of the strip that's tucked in under your arm.
‘Take it off,’ He orders, voice soft, and you don’t fight. You can’t, as your hands move to the strips, and loosen them, before slipping them down your waist. You avoid looking at him, as the cool air touches your breasts and he lets out a slow breath at the sight.
A calloused thumb brushes over a perked nipple, and you arch your back at the sensation. ‘So responsive,’ he mutters, as he lowers his head down to your chest, and without hesitation, sucks in the entire nipple, hard.
You gasp, hand going to your mouth to muffle your cries.
It’s almost painful, but feels so good as he rolls it around his tongue. When you look back down at him, you see his blood-red eyes and mouth on you, and the sight makes wetness pool between your legs.
He pulls away, before giving the same attention to the other breast. You feel a rush of heat and wetness pool between your thighs as you watch him. He suddenly pulls away from your chest, leaving a trail of kisses down to your stomach and navel. You gasp as you feel a sudden rip, the lower half of your dress torn away, leaving you completely vulnerable to his gaze. He tosses the fabric aside, pulls your legs up and over his shoulders, The sight of him, the king of curses, between your legs, was enough to make you feel dizzy with arousal. And you have a faint idea of what’s coming next, but it still has you stunned, unable to move.
Sukuna smirks, noticing your flushed cheeks and stuttering speech. He leans closer to you, his lips hovering just above your skin.
'What's the matter?' he purrs, his voice low and dangerous. 'Speechless, are we?'
You flush, because you truly don't know what to say. You watch as Sukuna slowly peels away the last bit of fabric that was still concealing your body from his gaze. He runs his hand along your inner thigh, his touch firm but surprisingly gentle. He looks directly at you, his eyes filled with hunger.
'So quiet and pliant. This is all it took to make you submit.'
You bit your lip. 'I don't even have a choice, do I?'
Sukuna grins, a sinister look in his eye. 'Of course not. You're mine now, to do with as I please.' He leans down, his hot breath tickling your skin as he murmurs, 'You belong to me now. I could do anything I want to you.'
The words send a shiver down your spine, both out of fear and arousal.
He continues to caress your skin with his hands and lips, leaving a trail of heat wherever he touches.
'I could summon my shikigami snake,' You said, half-heartedly, just throwing it out there even though you weren’t, because you didn’t want Orochi to get sliced like a vegetable.
Sukuna huffs with laughter, amused by your threat.
He lifts his head up, looking directly at you as he responds, 'Go ahead, summon your little snake. I don't mind a snack.' Sukuna's words were meant to be playful, but you couldn't help the sense of unease that washed over you. You had a feeling that he meant exactly what he said.
He smirks again, noticing your unease. 'Scared?' he asks, his voice taunting. 'Or just realising your threat was empty?'
You had opened your mouth to respond, but the words got caught in your throat as you felt his mouth press against your core, a wave of pleasure crashing over you.
You gasp involuntarily, your body jolting from the unexpected sensation. He chuckles against your skin, clearly enjoying your reaction.
'Not so talkative now, are you?' he murmurs, the vibrations of his voice adding an extra layer of stimulation.
He continues to press kisses against your most sensitive parts, each one sending another wave of pleasure coursing throughout your body.
You clutch the bed sheets, trying to find something to cling onto, as you struggle to remain composed under his tender yet demanding touch.
Your breath hitches in your throat as you hear him speak, his words sending a jolt of both fear and arousal through your body.
'You're mine,' he murmured against your skin, his breath hot and heavy.
As his tongue slid against your clit, you couldn't help the whine that escaped your lips, the mix of pleasure and possessiveness he was invoking in you overwhelming your senses.
You could feel the possessiveness in his words, his determination to claim you as his own, and it sent a thrill through you even as it filled you with a sense of unease.
He continued his assault on your body, his tongue finding a rhythm that had you squirming and gasping for breath. You could feel the tension building inside you, each touch of his tongue pushing you closer to closer to an impending end, one that you so desperately needed, even though you didn’t know what it was. You were caught between the pleasure and the feeling of being owned and marked as his property, a strange combination that was both exhilarating and slightly terrifying.
He straightens up, and seeing him above you, his mouth glistening with your juices, was a sight that sent a wave of heat through your body.
He looked so sinful, so primal, as he towered over you, staring at you intently. He moves up, closing the distance between you, and kisses you hard, his mouth still tasting of you.
The kiss is rough and dominant, his tongue pushing into your mouth, claiming every inch as his own. Your mouth moves against his, slightly uncertain and a little weak from the onslaught of sensations he has been drowning you in.
He presses against you, his body crushing yours into the soft bed beneath you. His one hand roughly grabs your hip, holding you in place, while the other comes up to tangle in your hair, angling your face to his. His tongue explores every inch of your mouth as if trying to devour you.
The mixture of sensations, the feeling of him pressed against you, his hands holding you forcefully and his tongue dominating your mouth, was unlike anything you had ever experienced before.
It was overwhelming, almost too much to take in.
Your mind was a blur, your thoughts reduced to a jumble of pleasure and confusion. You were completely at his mercy, and a part of you, the part that was so lost in sensation, found that strangely exciting.
His tongue continued to explore your mouth with a possessive fervour, twirling around yours, and pushing deeper, as if he was trying to claim you completely.
His hand in your hair tugged hard, pulling your head backwards, giving him better access to your mouth.
As he finally pulls away, a thin strand of saliva still connecting your lips, he looks down at you with his intense and dark gaze.
He lets out a low, guttural groan, clearly affected by the kiss himself.
'Fuck, you don't know how long I've waited to do that. How long I've waited to get my hands on you.'
His words send a shiver down your spine, the possessive undertone in his voice making your heart race.
He runs his hand down your body, caressing the skin slowly
'Aren't you supposed to wait until the wedding night?' You said, voice breathless from being kissed.
His mouth curled into an almost sinister smile at your question, 'The wedding night? Do you think I have that kind of restraint?'
He leaned forward again, his body pressing against yours, his tone low and dangerous, 'I'm the king of curses, sweetheart. I take what I want, when I want.'
He presses his face into your neck. 'So, how do I give it to you? Should I go slow? Loving? You will be my wife, after all.' His breath is hot against your skin as he asks the question, the words sending another shiver through your body.
Your heart beats faster at his question, the thought of being his wife, of being completely his. You scoff a little. 'As if you could be capable of being loving or gentle.'
He chuckles against your skin, amused by your response. 'Oh, I can be gentle,' he murmurs. 'For you.' He kisses along your neck, his lips moving slowly, almost tenderly against your skin. He presses his teeth down on your skin, making you shudder. 'But I don't think you'd like that.'
His voice suddenly drops, becoming huskier and even more dangerous. 'I think you'd prefer it when I'm rough.' He licks a stripe along your neck, then he bites down hard, making you gasp and arch against him. 'When I'm taking what I want.'
His words and actions are driving you mad, his hot breath on your neck, his teeth sinking into your skin. 'Besides, sweetheart. Not good for your ego if I treat you with respect. You need to be put in your place.'
You bite your lip, trying to hold back a moan, as his words and actions start to wear down your resistance.
He moves his mouth to your ear, his breath hot and heavy as he whispers, 'And trust me, I have no problem being rough with you in every way possible.'
'Of course you don't,' you spat. 'Disgusting bastard. To think I thought you were different.’
He laughs against your skin, clearly unperturbed by your insult.
He continues his trail of kisses along your neck, before biting you again, drawing a gasp from your lips.
'Oh, sweetheart. Don't talk so filthily, it's unbecoming of a woman.'
'I'll talk however the fuck I want,' you hissed
He tugs on your hair, pulling your head back and exposing your neck more.
His voice is low and commanding as he says, 'Careful, I like that mouth of yours, but I won't hesitate to punish it.'
'And how will you do that, exactly?' You asked, in mock curiosity
He grins, his eyes gleaming with a sinister light.
'Oh, I can think of a few ways.'
He looms above you, his face mere inches from yours. 'And I know you'd love every second of it like the filthy slut you are. Or, the filthy slut you'll become when I'm done with you.' One of his hands grabs your chin roughly, forcing you to look directly into his eyes.
'Get on your knees.'
Your eyes widen. 'A- again?!'
He sighs. ‘Well, I wanted to spare you from that today, but I need to put that dirty mouth of yours to proper use.’ He tightens his grip on your chin slightly, the pressure just enough to be uncomfortable.
'So, get on your knees.' He punctuates each word, his voice authoritative and leaving no room for negotiation. The same voice that could make a soldier step forward to offer himself up to his own death when commanded.
'Make me, you bastard,’ You snarled. ‘I'm really growing sick of you. I really-'
Before you can finish your sentence, he suddenly moves, hauling you off the bed and onto your knees on the floor. You gasp at the sudden shift.
The look in his eyes is one of cool anger, his grip on you firm and unyielding.
'Watch your tongue, sweetheart. You push me too much, I might just take you here and now, whether you like it or not.'
You try to shove him back in an attempt of rage. ‘Like you’re not gonna do that anyway.’
He chuckles at your attempt, his grip on you firm as he easily holds you back, holding both your wrists in his hand. He takes a step closer, leaning down and bringing his face inches away from yours.
'Feisty, aren't you? Makes me want to break you even more.'
'You fucker,' you snarl. 'Let go of me before I-' A harsh slap to your cheek makes you still, the air knocked out of your lungs
The harsh slap rings out loudly in the room, the force behind it making you gasp in shock.
He grabs your chin tightly, forcing you to look directly into his eyes. His tone is cool and dangerous as he speaks, 'You were saying? Were you going to threaten me? Do you really think you're in any position to do that right now?'
He grips your hair with his other hand, tugging your head back. You fight against him, clawing and scratching at his chest. He sighs, seeming frustrated, as he pulls you up by your hair, and bends you over the bed, shoving your chest onto it. Your cheek is smushed against the bed, and you let out a strangled cry. 'What the fuck is wrong with you!?'
He leans over you, his body pinning you down to the bed, his weight pressing down on your back. His grip on your neck is firm, he won't allow you to struggle back from his grip.
He leans down to your ear and whispers, 'You're the one with something wrong with you, darling.'
He seems to fish for something in his drawer, while one hand is still pinning both your wrists against your back. You try to turn your head to see, but he's already back, and you understand as he ties both your wrists tight, tight enough to hurt
He ties your wrists tightly together, making you unable to move or wriggle free. The material of the binding bites into your skin, making you let out a soft gasp.
He chuckles softly above you, pleased with your inability to free yourself.
‘There we go.'
You twist and writhe, but he shoves you harder into the bed, and you stop struggling, gasping for air. 'Behave,' he says lowly.
He leans down, his mouth near your ear as he utters your command.
'Behave, or I'll make this much, much worse for you.'
You can hear the satisfaction in his voice, he's enjoying this, enjoying having you pinned and completely in his mercy.
He pulls back, and you don't have any fight left in you to say or do anything. 'Come on, on your knees,' He said, as he dragged you back down to the ground.
You're on your knees once again, the position more demeaning than before with your hands tied behind your back, as he stands towering above you. You don’t even look at him, feeling spent.
He lets out a soft chuckle as he looks down at you. 'Look at you, so obedient now. It didn't take much to break you in, did it?'
'I couldn't breathe,' You said quietly, head lolling to the side.
He tuts, a hint of mockery in his tone as he speaks. 'Oh, are you complaining now? You were so feisty just a minute ago.'
He tilts your chin up with his hand. 'You know, you're so much prettier like this. On your knees, obedient and quiet.'
'Fuck you,' You say weakly, not even meeting his eyes.
He chuckles darkly, his grip on your chin tightening just slightly. 'Oh I fully intend to, my darling, don't worry.'
He suddenly pushes your head back, forcing you to look up at him. 'Now, what did I say about that filthy mouth of yours? Guess you really want me to fuck it, don't you?'
'I'll bite it off,’ You said, weakly, without any real bite.
He laughs at your threat, not appearing concerned in the least.
'Oh really? I'd like to see you try.'
He's holding you by your hair, like a leash. You see him unbutton his pants, and feel your mouth dry at the sight of him
Your half-sisters had been forced to get you ready before the carriage arrived to take you to Kyoto. You knew they were jealous, and as they worked, they talked of the king, completely ignoring you, of his supposed four arms, and three heads and whatever else they’d said to try and scare you. One of which was his multiple dicks, which you hadn’t even thought of until now, which they claimed would probably kill you.
They’d lied, obviously, as he only had one, but it was so big you felt your head spin at the sight of it. Well, to be fair you’d never seen one before, but there’s no way anyone’s could compare to that. And panic struck you as you realised that would be going inside you.
It was long, and thick, and so hard, and as soon as he freed it it stood up erect, glaring at you with its angry red tip, leaking milky liquid. And somehow, your mouth seemed to water at the sight of it.
He's looking down at you, a sly grin on his face. ‘Wow, you’re real quiet.’
His grin drops, as he grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back, exposing your neck.
'Open your mouth.' he commands. You can barely suppress a shudder at his words, the tone of authority in his voice making your breath hitch slightly.
Despite your inner hesitation, you find yourself opening your mouth, eyes on him. It's as if your body is responding on instinct, obeying his command without question. The sight of your compliance makes something dark flash in his eyes. He moves closer, gripping your hair tighter and bringing your head back just a little bit more.
The tip of his cock is hovering just in front of your open mouth, and you somehow want to lean in, want to close the distance and suck in the tip. You glance up at him. ‘What, so shy all of a sudden?’ you mock, and he growls under his breath, as he thrusts into your mouth suddenly. Your gasp is caught in your throat as he fills your mouth. You know he’s holding back from going all the way, and you’re grateful for it, because you don’t know if you can take it.
He tastes like skin and he’s mildly salt, and you let out a small noise. You close your mouth around him, involuntarily sucking on the tip as you close your eyes, and he laughs, snapping you out of your daze.
‘My god, you really are a whore.’ You flush angrily. How did you forget yourself like that? You try to spit him back out, but he holds your head in place, restricting movement.
‘Ah, ah, no, sweetheart. Behave.’ He tightens his grip. ‘I’ll be nice and won’t fuck your throat, like the kind benevolent king I am, just this once. I don’t want to kill my fiance before I’ve even married her.’
You wonder if that means he’ll only kill you after he marries you, but your thoughts are interrupted by him as he pulls you off his dick, only to shove you back onto it. He goes deeper still, and you gag slightly. There was still so much of him left, and the thought made you dizzy as you remembered again this monster of a dick was going inside you.
You toes curled in anticipation.
‘Look at me.’
You do, your eyes flitting up to him, where he’s standing, and he looks really affected. Maybe it’s the sight of you on your knees. Or the way you're sucking on him, tongue swirling around the tip. More liquid seeps out, and you swallow it. As you do you, your mouth tightens around him, and you feel his grip on your hair tighten. You see a crease form in his forehead, and his lips part slightly.
‘Fuck,’ he hisses.
He pulls your head back, holding his cock in his other hand as he smears his precum and your saliva over your lips, watching as it dribbles down your chin. He slaps the head against your cheek, leaving a wet imprint of his cock.
‘You look like the perfect slut, darling,’ he says, before pushing your head back onto him. He doesn’t guide your head anymore, and you take this as a sign to continue on your own, bobbing your head on his cock.
He lets out a soft breath, throwing his head back, revealing his corded neck. The sight really does something to you, seeing him so affected, by you, and all of a sudden you don’t know why you were being so difficult earlier.
You continue to suck on him, experimenting with your tongue, running it along the base, then spearing it flat. Whatever you do, he seems to enjoy it all, breaths growing more ragged.
He shoves you off suddenly, holding you by your hair as he bends down to kiss you, hard, and sloppily. You kiss him back, or try to, as he’s fully in the lead, taking control.
He pulls back, gaze dark, as he tugs on your chin with his thumb to open it, and plunges his tongue into your mouth, kissing hard. He pulls away, and spits a long, syrupy string of saliva.
It's obscene, it's lewd, it’s disgusting, and you swallow it down like you’d die if you didn’t.
‘God, you’re making me-’ He says, jaw hanging loosely as he looks at you. He shoves you back onto his cock, keeping you there for a few seconds, before he pulls you off.
He bends down to lift you up, pulling you into him, as he reaches behind to untie your hands. Your face is pressed against his chest, and you’re breathing heavily. You feel your hands finally free, as he spins you around and shoves you back onto the bed.
He’s on top in the next second, kissing you hard like a man starved.
He's breathing heavily as he pins you down onto the bed, his hands roaming over your body possessively. He's kissing you hungrily, his tongue sliding past your lips and delving deep into your mouth. He breaks away, pulling back slightly, his eyes scanning over you with an almost feral look.
He shoves two fingers into your mouth, and you suck on them as you stare at him. He pulls them back, and kisses you again as those fingers find your cunt, and he pushes them inside.
It hurts, only slightly, and you gasp, hands going to grab onto his shoulders. He pulls back and watches you, seeming to inspect every reaction. He curled his fingers inside you, and you let out a soft mewl, turning your head to the side to hide your face from his view.
‘You’re so tight,’ He says. ‘Never done this before?’
‘N-no-’ you said, and you hated how weak it came out. He was moving his fingers inside you, stretching you, curling them against a spot that made you moan loudly, and you couldn’t even feel embarrassed, because it felt exquisite. He pulls them out, eyes still on yours as he sucks on them, tasting you.
His hands go under your thighs, pushing them back to accommodate him between your legs. You feel the hardness of him against your core, and you gasp.
He responds to your gasp by biting down on your neck, the action almost possessive. He pushes himself against you, the friction sending a shiver through your body.
You can feel how hard he is, and the knowledge that he's holding back, that he's still in control, is both thrilling and infuriating.
His mouth moves down to your chest, leaving a trail of kisses and small love bites as he makes his way down. His hands tighten on your thighs, holding you firmly as he positions himself between your legs.
Your heart is racing, your breath coming in short gasps as you look back up at him. There's a moment of stillness, the two of you simply looking at each other, the tension between you almost palpable.
‘This will hurt,’ he said, and you must be out of your mind, because you sense a hint of concern in his voice. You just let out a soft breath. ‘What, getting all soft now?’ You say. It would rile him up. He wouldn’t be gentle. And maybe he was right, because you did want that.
He smirks. ‘Of course not.’ He lines himself up with your entrance, and you wait in anticipation, holding your breath.
He pauses for a moment, letting you adjust to the intrusion. His hands are gripping your hips tightly, his body shaking slightly with the effort it's taking to hold back.
He looks at you, a look of dark pleasure on his face.
'You feel so good, so tight...' His words are hoarse, his
His face is against your neck as he slowly pushes further in, the sensations overwhelming you.
He's going slow, clearly trying to control himself, but you can feel the tension in his body, like a tightly wound spring about to snap. You can feel his breath on your neck, shallow and rapid, his control slipping away with each second.
He's almost too much for you to handle, the sensations intense and overwhelming. He’s so big, and hard inside you. He's going slowly, inch by inch, and the pleasure is almost too much to bear. You arch against him, a soft whine escaping your lips.
You can feel him deep inside you, filling you up completely. ‘You’re so big-’ You say gasping, squeezing your eyes shut.
He only chuckles, but it’s strained. After a few more moments of slow, shallow thrusts, he pulls out completely, before thrusting back in. ‘ O-ohh, fuck-’ You stutter. The sensation is overwhelming, and you claw at his back, desperately trying to find something to hold onto.
He responds to your attempts to hold on by pinning your wrists down to the bed. His grip on them is tight, the pressure almost painful, but somehow it only adds to the pleasure.
‘Want me to start moving?’ He says. You can only nod in response, your body trembling with need. He grins at your answer, clearly relishing in the control he has over you.
He slowly begins to move, his hips rolling against yours in a steady rhythm. It's not fast, it's not rough, but it's intense nonetheless. He's taking his time, savouring every moment, and you're completely at his mercy.
‘I- I thought you’d go ha-harder-’ You mutter, clenching around his size. He lets out a breath of disbelief. ‘This is your first time.’
‘What’s stopping you!’ You grit out, feeling breathless. Your losing your mind, because you want him to let go and just fuck you relentlessly.
‘You’re my wife,’ He says, and the tone of his voice makes you pause.
His eyes are intense, studying your face closely, and you see the mix of emotions that are fighting just beneath the surface of his.
‘Even if we’re not married yet, I still see you as my wife. As mine.’ He lets go of a wrist to rub his thumb across your cheek. The gentleness of it makes you pause. ‘I don’t get-’ you start, feeling strange, and uncomfortable with the weight of his still in you, unmoving.
‘I don’t want to hurt you,’ He says, and you’re stunned by how easily he says it. You've heard the rumours of what he’d done, the terror he’s raised all throughout the provinces of Japan. The wars he’s led. The many, many people, he’s slaughtered.
His eyes are still hard, face still set in stone. But you somehow don’t doubt his words. ‘Okay ,’ you whisper, voice trembling. After a moment passes, you throw your arm around his neck, pulling him down into a kiss, because you’re losing your mind. He kisses you back, lips gentle against yours. He pulls away, and you see a flash of something in his eyes, before it fades, and he sits up straight, dragging himself out of you. In one swift motion, he flips you over onto your stomach.
You gasp at the sudden movement, as he leans down and presses his lips against your temple, as one hand grasps in your hair, tugging your head back.
‘But I won’t go easy on you, don’t worry,’ he murmurs. He starts moving immediately, and it's hard . It knocks the air out of your lungs, and you gasp. It didn’t hurt, it felt- it felt so good.
‘Does it feel good?’ He muttered. You mumbled a ‘yes’ into the pillows, and you felt him sit up behind you, hands on your waist, as he began fucking you, slow, but hard.
You moan into the pillow, arching your back. ‘Shit- shit that feels-’ you gasp, words getting stuck in your throat.
This position makes it feel way better, making you claw at the bed in desperation.
He lets out a growl, a feral sound that reverberates through your whole body, and he tugs on your hair even tighter. Your body winds up like a spring, tighter and tighter with each thrust of his hips, each rub of him against your walls.
You reach that crescendo, and you collapse onto the bed, body shaking.
He lets go of your hair, and you can feel his breath against your ear. He sounds just as breathless as you feel, his voice hoarse as he speaks. ‘Say my name.’
You whimper out a weak, ‘Su-sukuna-’
He takes you, over and over again, on your side, on your back, on top of him, and you’re nothing but a tangle of sweaty, tired bodies by the end of it, after he’s released inside you, warm and filling up every inch of you.
Your head is on his chest, and you're lying on top of him. His arms are around you, holding you against him.
You’re both silent for a moment, letting the afterglow settle over you as you catch your breath. You’ve never felt so exhausted and satisfied at the same time, a dull ache between your thighs as you bury your head against his chest.
‘I still don’t know what you see in me,’ you said quietly.
He’s silent for a moment, and you wonder if he’s going to ignore your comment. But he speaks up.
‘You’ll know soon enough.’
He doesn’t say anything more than that, and you lift your head, looking at him. He stares back at you, red eyes looking slightly tired.
‘I don’t get it-’ you said softly, feeling something in you break. ‘No one’s ever wanted me before.’
He scoffs, rolling his eyes. ‘Humans are foolish. That’s why I love killing them.’
‘You say that like you aren’t human.’
‘I’m probably not anymore.’
You both go quiet. He reaches a hand up to caress your cheek, softly. ‘You’re like me.’ His voice is quiet, thoughtful as he continues to caress your cheek.
‘There’s something… wild in you. Wild, and broken. But then you’re not entirely like me, you haven’t lost your humanity… But you could. You’d kill without hesitation, your morals are a little corrupt, and your technique-’
‘There’s something special about it. If you truly master it, you could get on par with me. I don’t think you’ve ever received any training for it, no?’ You shake your head, feeling slightly surprised at the prospect.
He grins at your response, showing those delicious fangs, and his eyes have that dangerous gleam in them again. ‘There’s so much potential in you. You’ve heard of the six-eyes and limitless technique combination that the Gojo clan possesses, yes?’ He asked. You nod.
‘If properly trained, you could defeat someone with that.’
Your head is abuzz with all this new information. You were that powerful?
‘Could I defeat you?’
He laughs. ‘Dreaming of killing me already?’ You blush. ‘No, I’m just- I’m just asking.’
He lets out a soft hum, his hand still tracing the lines of your face, his touch almost reverentially. ‘Maybe. Not sure. I’ve never died before so I wouldn’t really know.’
You give him a look, and he only grins. ‘You-’ he starts, voice softer now. ‘I never considered the prospect of a partner, but I saw you that day-’ Something in his eyes softens, and you’re slightly stunned at the sight. ‘And you were everything I didn’t even know I was looking for. You’d been discarded and outcasted like me. But you weren’t weak. If you weren’t a woman, or even if you’d had more training and control over your technique, I know you would have fought back.’
The intense look in his eyes is back, and he continues speaking, his voice softer but no less intense. He presses his hand in the middle of your chest, laying his palm flat. ‘You have a fire inside you, a burning ambition so much like mine.’ He lifts his other hand, now framed around your face and stroking your cheek, as he pulls it down, his lips just ghosting yours. ‘I want to see it burn hotter. I want to see you reach your full potential. As my queen. The queen of curses. To rule alongside me.’
Your breath hitches. Alongside him.
Women had to submit to men, be below them, and men could do whatever they wanted, just because they could. It was the same story you’d heard all your life. But he was telling you to rule with him, by his side. You’d never felt this seen in your life, never even felt wanted by anyone except your mother. He was truly nothing like those despicable men you’d known.
You don’t even know what’s come over you. Only a few hours ago, you’d been trying to escape this life, escape your fiance. And now? You’d never looked forward to the future more.
You lean down to kiss him, pressing your lips against his softly. You pull back, looking into his eyes.
‘For my wedding present, I want you to kill my father.’
He grins wickedly. ‘Say less sweetheart. What about the others?’
‘When I’ve trained, when I get better at my technique…’ You pause, and for the first time since coming here, you smile.
‘I’ll go slaughter them all myself.’