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Finally, the battle was over with. The curse had certainly put up a good fight, leaving you littered with bruises and extremely exhausted. In the end, though, you still prevailed. You just had to find Yuji. He split off earlier to fight the other, more powerful curse. It was going to take a while for you to find each other again in this abandoned warehouse.
The imposing empty building was silent as you searched for your friend. You were about to call out to him, but the sound of a familiar deep voice made you freeze.
“Ah— I’m finally in charge again. Time to go find that brat’s little girlfriend. I wanna have some fun .” The sinister words were punctuated by a vicious laugh as you heard footsteps somewhere nearby.
Shit shit shit shit.
When had Sukuna and Yuji switched??
With a pit in your stomach, you frantically looked around for places to hide. You were a skilled sorcerer, but right then you could barely stand, and even on a good day you had no chance against Sukuna.
You spotted a couple of large storage containers and knew that may be your only chance. You rushed over, worriedly glancing around for any sign of Sukuna, and got in one of the containers. It smelled musty, and you were in almost complete darkness once you closed the lid, the only light coming from a small hole in the top.
“Little girl…why don’t you come out and play?—“ His eerie voice rang out through the warehouse followed by maniacal laughter.
He was fucking crazy. You just had to make it out of this. Then you could go back to the college and tell Gojo and the others what happened. They would know what to do.
Footsteps were coming closer, and you prayed that he couldn’t hear your uncontrollable labored breathing. Your heart was beating so loud it was pounding in your ears, and you wondered if Sukuna had superhuman hearing as well as his other abilities.
“My, my, I think we’re getting closer… I can smell fear in the air.”
Slow, stalking footsteps paced around, and despite how much you strained your ears, you couldn’t tell exactly where he was, only that he sounded closer now.
“I appreciate that you know your place enough to not even attempt to fight me, but still. Why don’t you come on out? I just want to have a little fun. I could make it feel good for you too…” His cold, echoing words made you shiver in fear. He couldn’t mean what you think he meant, right?
The lighting darkened inside your hiding place. With a rush of panic, you looked up to the hole where previously light had streamed through to see a red eye glaring at you.
“Found you.”
Maybe you would have screamed if you weren’t so frozen in fear. You had nowhere to run.
The heavy lid of the container was ripped off and thrown across the room at a flick of his arm. Above your inadequate hiding spot, Sukuna stood shirtless, with a demeanor that was all too calm. He was muscular, and you knew there was incredible supernatural strength beyond that. You figured that was how he managed to tear away a metal lid secured by hinges like it was paper.
You shrunk into the corner of the shipping container, trying to create as much physical distance between yourself and the imposing curse as possible. Pleading probably wouldn’t work on Sukuna, but it was the only defense you had left.
With your voice quivering despite your attempt to steady it, you begged, “P-please! Please don’t kill me, pl—“
A roar of sadistic laughter cut you off as Sukuna leaned forward, his red eyes boring into you, “Oh, I don’t plan to kill you, bitch… At least not until I’ve had my fun.” He looked your body up and down the way a predator looks at its prey— stalking, calculating, hungry.
You gulped, the sensation scratching your dry throat. ‘Had his fun’? You worried that your suspicions about what he had planned might be true after all.
“What—“ you paused, trying to sound less scared than you were. “What are you gonna do to me?”
He jumped down into the storage container, still towering over you, but this time his feet were planted right in front of where your terrified body was sitting, completely frozen in fear.
He smirked down at you smugly with a wild glint in his eyes.
“What am I going to do to you? Are you sure you want to know the answer to that?”
He leaned down so his face was just above yours, but you were too scared to look at him.
You felt a strong hand grab your face forcefully as sharp nails dug in and Sukuna jerked your head up to look at him. A whimper left your throat as he forced you to stare directly into his crazed eyes, his facial expression harsh.
“Maybe I’ll take you as a hostage, maybe I’ll toy with you to see how much pain you can take, maybe I’ll just get bored and kill you. I could carve you up with a flick of my wrist and you wouldn’t be able to stop me. You don’t know what I’m capable of. ” His voice was like ice in your veins and you felt more helpless now than you ever had in your life.
You could feel tears starting to well up in your eyes, despite your efforts to suppress them.
He chuckled, his dark eyes looking to your teary ones before scanning you up and down.
“Crying already?” He laughed cruelly. “I’ve barely even touched you yet. Are you that fucking weak?”
This was not good. Sukuna could do anything to you right now and you were in no state to stop him. Yet, despite the panic setting in, his words were having an unintended effect on you. There was a small, twisted part of you that was fascinated by Sukuna. He was evil, you knew that, but the way he was toying with you right now, enjoying your fear... It felt almost hypnotic.
His tattoos snaked along his face, arms, and muscular torso, disappearing below the waistband of his pants. You tried not to think about this part of your mind. No sane person would enjoy any moment of this. Maybe it was just your brain’s way of trying to cope with the fear. At least, that’s what you told yourself.
He must have seen you eyeing his body, because his expression changed as you thought this to yourself. A series of emotions—confusion, surprise, amusement, arousal—flashed quickly across Sukuna’s angular face. This was not something about yourself that you wanted to confront right now, but it didn’t seem like you had a choice.
Sukuna’s eyes were wide and full of condescension when he mused, “Now this is interesting. Don’t tell me…you’re enjoying this?”
“No, I, uh— it’s not like that—“ you denied, face flushed.
“ Holy shit . You are one sick little bitch,” he smirked.
Before you could tell what was happening, he threw you over his shoulder like you weighed nothing. You yelped from the surprise of being suddenly picked up, eliciting a low chuckle from him.
Sukuna jumped out of the storage container and slammed you onto the concrete warehouse floor with himself on top, pinning you down. Your back hurt and you were already tearing up again from pain. At least it didn’t feel like anything was broken.
“ Fuck , you look good when you’re suffering.”
Warmth built in your chest at his words, and you clenched your thighs together subconsciously. You were trying to deny how intoxicating it was to have him looming over you.
Yeah, you were a masochist, but seriously? What would the other sorcerers think if they knew you enjoyed something like this?
A sharp pain raking down your thighs took you out of your thoughts.
“Pathetic whore. Rubbing your thighs together from a curse taking advantage of you? Hm? Does it turn you on to know that you can’t stop me?” Sukuna seemed very interested in your struggle against your own desires, and the way you were squirming under him from his scratches didn’t exactly help.
An unintentional moan slipped from your lips at the pain and humiliation of it all. This made Sukuna laugh again— a dark, mocking sound.
Your face felt hot with shame and arousal. You tried to shield yourself from his gaze, but with your wrists pinned above your head, there wasn’t much you could do.
He put his face right up to yours, hot breath on your cheek. “You’re quite fun to play with… let’s see if I can break you in.”
You were trying not to look at him, but he grabbed your face and turned it towards him to kiss you hungrily. He bit your lip and growled at the taste of blood, shoving his thigh in between your legs. You whimpered at the sudden pressure to your throbbing clit, causing him to kiss you again, slipping his tongue inside your mouth.
This was so wrong, even if a part of you secretly liked it. You jerked your head away from him, desperately trying to squirm out of his grasp.
“Oh, so you’ve got some fight in you, huh? Do you really think resisting me is going to do you any good?”
He smacked you across the face a few times, leaving your ears ringing, before placing a large hand around your throat. Sukuna was grinning down at you as he teased, “No, come on, keep struggling. It’s funny when you think you have a chance.”
Even though he was stronger than you, his ridiculously cocky attitude was annoying at this point. You tried twice as hard to squirm out of his grasp, but no matter how much you tried, it was like struggling against stone. Next, you opted for kneeing him in the groin, the most obvious weak spot.
Sukuna just chuckled down at you, forcing a thumb into your mouth as he pushed his thigh into you more. You resented yourself for involuntarily grinding against him.
“Come on , you’ve gotta have more than that in you.”
You bit down on his thumb, hard, and you swear if he was human you would’ve bitten it clean off.
“Oh, good try, I almost felt that one,” he derided as you squirmed beneath his large frame.
“Ugh, FUCK YOU!”
“Don’t worry, we’ll get to that,” he teased as your eyes went wide in realization.
“You can’t just—“
“I can, maggot , and I will.”
He reached down with both hands to hike up your skirt, and you saw an opportunity. You were disoriented and exhausted, but you mustered what little cursed energy you could into a punch straight to his jaw.
Sukuna groaned in response, but not from actual pain. He seemed to just enjoy the struggle. Smug bastard.
He continued to hike your skirt all the way up before ripping off your panties and shirt, leaving you in just a skirt and bra.
Being exposed like this heightened your fear, but the way he was leering at you made your feelings about the whole situation a little more complex.
“Please, don’t—“
Sukuna looked down at you with a devilish grin. “Don’t what? Don’t fuck you? You’ve been putting up such a fight but—” he cupped his hand around your wetness before roughly shoving two fingers in “—you’re already dripping on the fucking floor.”
You stifled a moan as you grabbed his arm, clawing at it and trying to pull his hand away from your dripping cunt. As soon as you scratched his arm, the marks would just disappear.
He added a third digit while going deeper and curling his fingers up towards your sweet spot. At least he had a shred of mercy and retracted his nails. You involuntarily let out a sound that was halfway between a scream and a moan, while uselessly continuing to pull at his arm.
Despite how much you were fighting him, you couldn’t deny how good it felt. Sukuna’s fingers were much longer than your own, allowing him to massage your G-spot in a way you never could. The adrenaline of being completely at his mercy made the waves of pleasure you were feeling even more intense.
His dark laugh echoed through the empty warehouse as he pulled his fingers back out, only to immediately stuff them into your mouth. You gagged and coughed pathetically around Sukuna’s fingers, tasting yourself on them. Your hands pushed uselessly against his chest. His eyes were wild and a bulge grew in his pants as he watched you struggle not to choke.
Once your spit had thoroughly mixed with the juices on his fingers, he rubbed his hand across your face while laughing at you, “Let’s make you look like the disgusting bitch you are… Oh? Is your makeup smearing? Poor thing.”
You were ashamed that his words were getting to you as much as they were. Your hips bucked up against nothing, wishing you could have some friction where you needed it most.
“Such a desperate toy,” he said, staring down at your body, “You don’t get that yet, though, you have to earn it.”
“I don’t want shit from you. Let me go!” You tried to give him a piercing stare, but that was getting harder to do the more he touched you.
Sukuna chuckled before delivering a harsh bite to your neck and groping your chest with one hand, slipping your bra down. You instinctively grabbed his hair tightly, trying to anchor yourself against the pain.
This elicited a low growl from the man, “ You ‘don’t want shit from me,’ huh? Got a funny way of showing it.”
He continued to bite your neck, making his way down to leave hickies on your chest with his sharp teeth. You were whimpering and wincing at the painful pleasure, which only seemed to spur him on more.
Sukuna grabbed your tits, hard, looking up at you and taking a nipple in between his teeth. His eyes stayed fixed on your face as he increased the pressure of his bite.
“Fu-uuck,” you breathed, arching your back.
He bit down harder as he grabbed a fistful of hair, causing you to yelp and slap him across the face.
Shit, I probably shouldn’t have done that.
“That’s right bitch, scream for me. Fight me. Show me how much it hurts,” Sukuna growled. Part of you was relieved the slap didn’t anger him, but it was infuriating that your struggle just added to his fun.
Claws dragged along your skin, leaving scratches all over your torso. In the places where he dug in deeper, droplets of blood emerged. Pained screams and groans spilled from your mouth, and he drank up the sound like it was the best thing he had ever tasted.
You weren’t sure how long this had been going on for, as the pain and adrenaline rush of it all was making your head feel fuzzy. It was getting harder and harder to resist him and deny the pleasure you were feeling. He ran his tongue along where he had previously scratched, the taste of your blood making him moan.
Sukuna suddenly smacked both thighs with his free hand, right over where he had scratched earlier, stinging pain igniting from his touch. You squealed desperately and writhed against his hold on your wrists, all while he had that same sadistic smile plastered across his face. Despite the dire position you seemed to be in, you could feel your wetness dripping down your inner thighs the more he hurt you.
More slaps landed to your torso and face as the room started spinning. Everything looked fuzzy, and you weren’t fully aware of your surroundings. All you knew in that moment was you were willing to do anything this monster above you wanted. Whether out of fear or submission, you weren’t sure.
A sharp pain stung your scalp as Sukuna pulled your hair and brought your face up to his. “Who’s your master, slut?” He asked, close enough for you to feel his breath on your lips.
“Y-you are,” you breathed, voice wobbly. You were too exhausted to have much fight left in you at this point.
“That’s right. What an obedient toy you can be after a bit of discipline.” You saw his pupils dilate right before the room got really spinny and you were on your stomach. Your fresh wounds against the cold floor made you wince.
Your entire body tensed up at the feeling of what you assumed was Sukuna’s dick pushing against your bare ass through his pants. It felt way too big to fit.
He was relishing in your fear as he dug his nails into your back, raking them down as he mocked you, “Aw, is the little bitch scared? Not sure if Master’s cock is gonna fit? Hm? No matter. It’ll be fun for me regardless,” he finished his statement with a harsh spank.
You were trembling again, fear and pain flooding your head. You flailed your arms and legs in an attempt to get out from under him, but you knew it was pointless.
His clothing rustled, and you felt the head of his cock, slick from precum, against the entrance to your cunt. The tip alone felt like it would stretch you out.
“Please, no! T-too big, it won’t fit!”
He laughed at your useless words as he took your wrists and held them behind your back in one hand, reminding you how much stronger he was than you. He repositioned his cock at your entrance, rubbing it between your folds. Despite your best efforts to resist, you found yourself attempting to roll your hips to get more friction.
“So fucking pathetic,” he growled, shoving himself all the way in and pushing your head into the hard ground.
Your choked scream was surprisingly loud as he stretched you so wide that you were shuddering from the intensity.
More sadistic laughter.
“Fucking hell, you are a slutty little thing, milking my cock so well. I might even say you’re enjoying this. Are you enjoying yourself, whore?”
“N-no, fuck , it h-hurts, hurts,” you breathed out as he fucked you, but your words weren’t very convincing in between your moans of pleasure.
“ Sure you aren’t.”
His thrusts got faster and faster until he was railing you into the ground at an inhuman speed. It hurt to have his gigantic dick ramming you like this, but as much as it hurt, it felt even better. You tried to hold back your moans, not wanting to give him the satisfaction, but eventually you got too tired to control much of anything.
He growled in your ear as your cries echoed through the warehouse, changing his angle and going even deeper in the process.
“Ah, fuck— c-can’t take it. S’ too deep please—“
Your speaking ability was suddenly haulted when Sukuna leaned back up, still fucking you ruthlessly, and put his fingers in the corners of your mouth. He used your head as leverage to pull you back into him.
“Shut up .” He thrust into you especially hard at this. “What makes you think you get to make demands, maggot ?”
All you could respond with were incoherent babbling and screams as drool began to dribble down your chin. Everything was blurry and you hurt, but it felt so good .
“That’s right, slut, I’m gonna fuck you stupid until you forget your own name.”
After a few minutes, he took his hands out of your mouth. You fell forward with a startled noise from the loss of anything holding you up. Crumpled to the floor, you lay there, starting up at him with wide eyes. Even on his knees, it felt like Sukuna towered over you. His cock was huge and veiny, and you now understood why it felt like he was splitting you open just moments before. It concerned you that he was still rock hard, even after basically destroying you.
Sukuna smirked at you eyeing him like this.
“Never had a dick this big in that tight little cunt before? Worried you won’t be able to take any more?”
You just gazed blankly at him, frozen and exhausted.
“Heh, I may have fucked you dumb already. Too bad. You’ll take more, even if you can’t.”
He manhandled you into a missionary position with your knees up to your chest, giving him full access. It felt so degrading to be folded in half like this while he stared at your most intimate area.
Sukuna began to slowly push himself in, seemingly mesmerized as he watched his cock disappear inside you. Shuddering and clenching around him, your moans filled the large room as he stretched you so well.
He grunted once he was fully inside, looking down at you like you were merely a thing to him. Then, he seemed to get an idea. Smirking at you, Sukuna began to lightly rub your clit while he began thrusting again.
Your eyes rolled back into your head as your aching clit finally got the attention it needed. You were pretty sure you were screaming at this point, but you were so lost in pleasure that it was hard to tell.
“ Fuck— for a stupid toy, you do make some— ugh— very pretty noises,” he growled while thrusting harder.
Sukuna positioned his thumb on your clit with his hand pressed against your lower abdomen. Then, with a speed you didn’t think was possible, he started tapping his thumb up and down. It almost felt like there was a vibrator down there. Combined with his cock stretching you out and pounding your cunt, this new stimulation was threatening to make you cum soon. Your legs started shaking violently as you tried to hold it back, not wanting him to see how much you were enjoying this.
“ Disgusting thing . You’re getting off from this. You gonna cum for an evil curse who’s having his way with you? Fuck , is that how pathetic you are?” He spat on your face while digging his nails into your thigh with his free hand.
It was all too much. The feeling in your stomach was getting tighter and warmer, your skin felt flushed, and everywhere Sukuna touched you felt like it was on fire in the most delicious way. His cruel words flooded your head and made everything even more intense. You were fucked up for wanting this, but in that moment, you didn’t care. This was the most bliss you had ever felt. Your body couldn’t hold it back anymore, and his words sent you over the edge. It felt like your vision went white, but your eyes were already closed as you screamed louder than you’d ever heard yourself scream. The waves of pleasure didn’t stop until they turned into pain. Your thighs felt wet, but he still wasn’t stopping.
Oh god, how much stamina did he have?
“Too mu-uch, ugh,” you tried to protest, but you were putty in his hands.
“You sure don’t seem to mind,” he laughed, “squirting all over me like you’ve never been fucked this good in your life. Do all the college boys not know how to treat a whore, huh? They too gentle for you?”
His pace wasn’t slowing down and you were getting sore, but his words made you clench around him anyways. The wet, sloppy sounds of him railing you were all you could hear as you lost yourself in the overstimulation.
Some time later, you felt an emptiness in your hole, only to be pulled up onto your knees. You put all your energy in trying to stay upright as you placed your hands on Sukuna’s strong thighs. Before you knew what was happening, his cock was slamming into your mouth and down your throat. As you sputtered around the intrusion, you could taste your sweet and tangy juices mixed with the saltiness of sweat and precum.
“That’s it, take it like a good little bitch. Maybe I’ll spare you if you do a good job.”
Was he not going to spare you before? Through the haze, your disoriented brain barely registered the threat. You attempted to press your tongue against the underside of his cock as he fucked your face. Sukuna seemed to approve, as he gripped your hair and grunted in response.
You gazed up at him to see his eyes closed and face in an expression of pleasure. You noticed how his chest and Adam's apple moved as his breathing got heavier. Sukuna’s strong arms looked huge compared to yours, and you were intimidated by his size.
He looked down at you and smirked madly when he saw you staring at him. “Like what you see, fuckdoll? You like being used like this? But you were putting up such a fight before.” His teasing tone went straight to your overstimulated cunt, and something in your head snapped.
You gazed up at Sukuna with doe eyes and nodded your head. The intense pleasure he just gave you had you weak for him, and you were ready to submit if it meant you could feel this way again.
A triumphant look spread across his face as you finally gave in to him. He threaded his fingers through your hair, tugging lightly so he could watch your eyes widen even more.
“There’s a good girl, looks like I was able to break you in after all. Now, beg for your master’s cock.” His tone was cold, but there was just enough praise in it to make you feel butterflies anyway.
“Please, Master, please let me suck your cock some more. Looks so good, I wanna taste you, wanna make you cum please, please. Can I make you feel good, please?” You whined desperately. Your mind was blank besides your desire to please him, to do whatever he wanted.
Sukuna chuckled, tilting your head up to look him in the eyes.
“Well, who would I be to deny my whore what she so desperately needs?”
He shoved his length into your mouth, beginning to fuck your face with a new intensity. Your throat and jaw were getting sore as he neared his climax.
In this moment, serving him felt like the best thing you had ever done. You were so pliable for him, and being used like this had your mind spinning.
His cock spasmed in your mouth as he let out a very breathy “ Oh, fuck!” before releasing down your throat.
With his hand firmly on the back of your head, Sukuna commanded, “That’s it, fucktoy, swallow it all down, just like that .”
It took some effort for you to not gag and choke on his cum, but you drank it all down like he asked. You just wanted to be good for him.
He pulled his cock out of your mouth, and you took a hold of it to lick off any excess liquid. Sukuna hissed in ecstasy as you ran your tongue along the tip while making eye contact.
“You know, I think I’d like to keep you around.”
All you could do was stare up at him through your mental fog, a dazed smile on your face at the prospect.
Sukuna pulled his pants back up and looked around. He grabbed Yuji’s jacket that he had ripped off earlier.
“Here— don’t need you catching a cold on me.” He muttered, draping it around your shoulders in a surprising act of kindness. Or maybe it was just that he saw you as his property and didn’t want his things to be broken. Either way, you were thankful.
Sukuna crouched down to your level, placing a finger under your chin. “You look completely ruined, you know that? I turned you into such a pretty mess.” He smirked, clearly satisfied with himself. You beamed at him, still coming down from the whole experience.
“In the future, I think you could be useful for…” His eyes trailed down to your chest and back up to your face, “…stress relief. That brat’s gonna switch back with me eventually, but don’t worry, I’ll be back to use you again.”
Oh shit . Yuji. How were you going to explain any of this to him??
“Damnit, I think the brat’s waking up. I’ll see you next time, doll.” Sukuna winked at you with a knowing smirk.
The tattoos slowly began to fade as you racked your brain for any way to explain the situation, and the high you were still not fully down from wasn’t making it easy.
You saw Yuji come to, and his eyes rested on you with concern. “Y/N? What happened? Are you okay?”
“I— uh— I’m fine, Yuji, uh…”
“Did Sukuna… did you fight him, or…?” Yuji looked at your state— messy hair, wearing only a bra under his jacket, makeup smeared everywhere. His face went stark with realization and you could see him about to spiral.
You had to make him feel better about this, you couldn’t stand to see Yuji this upset.
“Shit! How could I have let this happe—“
“I-It’s okay! I… liked it. You don’t have to feel bad. It was fun.” Why the hell did you just say that??
Yuji looked more confused than you had ever seen him. “Y-you, you what?”
Your face was burning with embarrassment, but it wasn’t like you really had a choice. This man would be racked with guilt if you hadn’t fessed up.
“I’m not proud of it, okay. It just kinda happened. Sukuna started it. But, yeah, it… uh, wasn’t bad.” Oh god, could this interaction be any more excruciating? “Don’t—uh—don’t feel bad.”
Your friend looked at you, very bewildered.
A mouth opened on Yuji’s cheek, “Yeah, she’s a real freak. I’m talking masochism, begging—“
“SHUT UP!” You did not need Yuji to hear any details.
“She likes being degraded, I got her to squirt—“ Yuji clamped a hand over Sukuna’s mouth. His face was tomato red, and he seemed suddenly very self conscious about being shirtless in front of you.
“Y/N, are you serious? You liked it? With him ??”
“I… I didn’t… I tried to… He was very persistent, okay? The point is, no lasting harm was done. I just wanna forget about it, please?”
Yuji cleared his throat, clearly having no idea how to deal with the situation.
“I can’t ‘just forget about it.’ This is… a lot. Did you… did you like it because it was him, or…” He was fidgeting nervously, and you realized all the flirting between you and him may not have been as one sided as you originally thought.
“It’s—I mean— it’s not like it didn’t help that he looked like you.”
If his face was tomato red before, it was basically glowing at this point. “Oh… so, Sukuna, what he said— what you both did—“
“He… uh, he wasn’t lying.”
“Oh. I mean, I can’t say all of that sounded… completely unappealing.” You both were ridiculously embarrassed at this point, and you knew it was showing on your face as much as it was on his. What kind of shit was Yuji into?
“Really?” You raised an eyebrow at him, very interested in the prospect of his comment.
“Look—I — Uh, let’s just get you cleaned up.” He was clearly diverting your attention, but his comment made you realize how you looked in that moment. Not only were you disheveled, but you still had a mixture of your own juices, your spit, and Sukuna’s (Yuji’s too, maybe?) spit all over your face. You lowered your head in shame.
“H-hey, it’s okay, come on.” Yuji reached out a hand to help you up.
Well, that could’ve gone worse.