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Six months ago a cursed spirit had been kept alive long enough to let it slip the talks of a siege. Ryoumen Sukuna was planning something, it had said. A war would come when the final pillar fell. It was unsurprising, expected. The ramblings of a thing at death's door in the hopes of sustaining even a few more short seconds of life. But then came the following week and with it the announcement of the death of a member of the high council. It had happened quietly; unlike Ryoumen's usual braggadocios attacks. And just like that sharp fear had grew.
Attacks became more targeted, more strategic, and with swift work Sukuna had began cutting down on the Sorcerer Society. It was after the first days of massacre did they send groups specifically to locate him. A Grade sorcerers leading teams and spreading out to every corner of the map, with only very few of them coming back alive, and none of them coming back with any salvageable information.
Such a beast of a man Sukuna is, that they had forgotten he was also a General.
It was after those six months of failed attempts that your team had finally been called upon. When the higher ups realized that they couldn't afford to waste anymore of their best. You were unofficial to the society. Not recognised, not trained in Jujutsu High. Just people unlucky enough to be born with cursed techniques outside of the great clans.
You were sent in singles. The higher ups hoping that by splitting you up that atleast one of you would return successful. You were sent to the North. Where the mountains surrounded all and human life was scarce. Little was known about Sukuna, The King of Curses, but what was known was his love for nature. Your other teammates had been sent to other heavily natured areas, most of them in different parts of the forest. You didn't pity them.
The first few days in the mountains were painfully slow. Curses laughing in your face when you tried to coerce Sukuna's whereabouts out of them. Others stared at you tight lipped and so obviously afraid, looking relieved when your blade carved them into two. But then after three weeks, on a random, mundane afternoon, came a lead.
A person, one you had never seen before, was in the little mountain town you had been getting your supplies from. They didn't look to have came with any mode of transportation, alone and so stark in the little rural aesthetic surrounding them. They looked almost regal, even the townsfolk taking notice of it with shopkeepers rushing to up their prices. You trailed behind them closely. They bought butcher knives and spices, paid in full no matter the ridiculous pricing, and then just as quickly as they arrived, they made their leave.
Cautious to not use your cursed technique, you trailed after them on foot instead, almost losing sight of them with the white of their clothes matching the snow. They never slowed, never stumbled, and after a while you felt suddenly like you were being lead to a trap. And so you fell behind. Watching them disappear past sharp rocks and snow heaps before heading back to the outskirts of the village to pack up your camp.
It took another three days to find them again, in yet another village, this time chatting up the locals instead of shopping. They stayed late into the night before leaving with a young man not too far behind them. When come morning the man did not return and neither did the stranger. It took you another two weeks to find their place of stay, and as you expected, Sukuna.
Deep in particularly treacherous mountains was a temple. Ancient and royal, hidden by rocks and the bit of trees that grew there. And in that temple was The King of Curses.
You had hoped to not be the one to find him. But oh well. This wasn't a mission the High Society hoped you to return from anyway. Your assets already transferred to your family's bank accounts, you weren't expecting to return either.
Now the perfect time to put your cursed technique to use, you watched him. Camp far enough away and hidden nicely while the little eyes you summoned remained on his grounds. The first few days were spent observing and reporting back to your superiors; sending them his coordinates, observed schedule, and other mundane things you could use to fatten up your letters.
They never responded, too dangerous to, that you knew; and those days in silent isolation made your reality all that more real. The air was thinner this high up, crisp and cold with the winter, and you spent those nights not watching the daily life of Ryoumen Sukuna, cold, alone, and angry.
Sukuna rarely spoke of his plans of attacks, and though he made no sign of knowing he was under your close watch, his tight lippedness felt smart. You wondered after those first weeks if your efforts would amount to anything. Would you even be remembered in Jujutsu Sorcerer history? Or erased like so many others? Would they win against the curses? Can Sukuna even be stopped?
You vented your solitude and frustration in writing. Scratching into new pages your hate for the Sorcerer Society, your hope that your teammates would survive their own missions, and your newfound fascination with the man in which assassination you were aiding. Sukuna was unlike any person you'd ever seen. Monstrous and simultaneously beautiful in appearance. You'd seen him kill without thought when it came to his fellow curses, watched him sit bored on his throne when they'd return with the head of yet another A Grade Sorcerer.
You'd seen him rip into human flesh when the stranger you had followed, Uraume, served it to him. A feast made of the bodies they'd return with. The man was a monster, barely scraping by as human. Yet he plagued you in your dreams, in your writing; and you had stayed awake many a night contemplating just walking up to his temple and letting him disembowel you on the snowy steps.
Almost a month now into your mission when Sukuna had called council for his underlings, did you finally feel like you were going to get the information you came for. You watched with rapt attention, hand already raised over your journal in anticipation. The curses sliddered through portals, all grotesque, all measly with their heads bowed and greetings short. Sukuna didn't look bored today you noticed, an excited gleam in all of his eyes.
Breath short with your own eagerness, you failed to notice the absence of his usual right hand. Cursed eye suddenly squashed, you were hit with the full brunt of the winter air as your tent as torn open at the top. Surprised, you rushed to retaliate but the snow swarmed you. Thick and suffocating, it filled your lungs quickly. Traveling through your mouth, nose and ears until your insides felt like ice, and you fell back to your knees gasping in frozen pain before you were gifted the blessing of unconsciousness. Blurry eyes only barely catching Uraume approaching you before it all went black.
You awoke to deafening silence, blood beating loudly in your ears and a spiking pain going up both of your arms. Vision returning slowly, all blurry, muddled shapes for the first few blinks of your eyes. "It's awake. About time." Uraume's displeased voice was a douse of water to your system, and you suddenly remembered what had happened and where you were now. You immediately tried to run away, knowing there was no chance in fighting either of them, but your arms only jucked painfully with the pull of your body. You looked up in sinking horror to see thick metal chains pulled tight at your wrists, elevating your arms towards the ceiling with the tips of your toes barely able to scrape the floor.
Uraume sucked their teeth. "Pathetic." They spat. "This is the worst sorcerer they've sent so far." The curses sniggered off to the side, still bowed low, eyes on the concrete floor. Sukuna smiled at you, all teeth, leaning forward in his chair like a giddy child opening their Christmas present and realising it's what they'd been hoping for all year. "Ugly thing." He spoke. Tutting and condescending. "Such a weasely cursed technique you possess." You swallowed dryly and his ears seemed to perk at the sound. You were going to die, you suddenly realised. And your last remaining moments would be you being mocked for the entertainment of those who would tear you apart. Your body would be found mangled if any of you even remained. But this was a fate you were always bound to meet, wasn't it? This was a fate that you were specifically chosen for. Were you not?
Your fear bled way to anger, and you let yourself speak before the heat in your head could dissipate. "Y-you can kill me-", you stuttered, "But your location is already compromised. The S ranks will be here soon. And not even you can survive fighting all of them at once." Sukuna's eyes brightened, and the mouth on his stomach smirked crookedly. "No such thing will happen." Uraume spoke for him, stepping to you until you could feel the cold emanating from their form. "No letters have made it back to them. Or do you not yet understand?" They cocked their head, genuinely curious at your apparent stupidity.
"We've known. We've always known of your presence. You were lead here for the sake of being entertainment and a meal. Nothing more." 'A meal'? You felt suddenly nauseous, your head light. "Uraume." Sukuna purred. Voice commandeering even as he spoke teasingly. "Don't frighten the poor thing. Especially when he hasn't even fulfilled his given purpose." Uraume lifted their nose at you haughtily before a small smile played on their thin lips. And you watched in horror as they pulled your journal from out of their long sleeves. "They're all the same." They began to read. "Both of them just as worse as the other." Your heart sank impossibly further into your stomach.
"I'll die here, I just know it. They've been dying to get rid of me and my team ever since Shibuya. I just hope my place in this soon to be war can be fruitful. I just hope that they kill eachother both. The world would be better off without two greedy superpowers." Uraume paced the expanse of the concrete floors now, engrossed in your most personal musings like it was the most interesting book they'd ever read. "What if Sukuna discovers me before I have the chance to leave? I've seen him eat men larger than I, the stragglers Uraume bring along. Will he eat me too? Will he rip me apart and have me raw? Or would he kill me on sight? I fear. That I'd much rather be eaten."
Embarrassment burned hot on your face and you struggled weakly at your bindings if only to cover it. "Stop." You begged, but Uraume droned on. "He's a beast of a man. He's so cruel, I know this. I've seen it in the carnage he left behind in Shibuya, and I've seen it firsthand these past weeks. Then why do I dream of him? Of his teeth and his hands on me? Why do I wake up angry that it wasn't real? Aching for hi-"
"Stop!" You shouted, more humiliated than you'd ever been in your life. Surprisingly Uraume listened, snapping your journal shut and handing it to Sukuna himself. Tears prickled your eyes and slid down your red cheeks, and you squeezed your eyelids shut in frustration for letting yourself cry in front of The King of Curses. A curse, one you could not see through the haze of your tears, laughed cruelly at your cries. Only loud due to the quiet that had followed your outburst.
As fast as the sound left it, a spray of black blood landed at your feet and you heard the wet thud of a now headless body hitting the floor. The other curses scampered back, eyes still downcast but now noisy with murmured fear. "Out." It was one demand, and he needn't speak again because wordlessly the curses turned on their heels and scrambled outside and away from Sukuna's foreboding presence. Uraume simply bowed, looking none too affected before brushing airily past you and out of the door. It clicking shut in finality.
For a few painful seconds all was still. And then all too suddenly, he rose. The shadow he cast over you was large, swallowing up the little light provided by shifting candles. You couldn't slow your harsh breathing, a terrible symptom of you crying. "What a strange thing you are." He crooned, steps eerily silent as he approached you. "Wishing death on your superiors? So belatedly?" He laughed, voice rich and mocking. "What would they think? If only they knew the snake in their midst." You refused to meet his eyes, tears having stopped but the streaks leaving your face damp.
He stood right Infront of you now, so close you could smell him. And you swallowed dryly at how heavy his scent was, hoping his keen eyes would not notice. He chuckled lowly. "And I wonder..." He continued. "What they would think of you wanting to fuck the thing you're working to kill."
He didn't stoop to meet your eyes, didn't lower himself at all, and you tried not to let his uncaring nature affect you. Or at least, not let it show. What could you even say in response? What lie could you tell before he burst your throat? You were never a good liar to begin with. And so, with your ego already ground to dust, and your dignity already tarnished, you decided that you could atleast die honest. Maybe that honesty would make up for your lustful mutiny and get you into the good afterlife, you hoped.
"You're... You're beautiful." The words were quiet, but you saw the moment they landed for Sukuna. You continued. "You're frightening with your size. But also pretty. I didn't expect to dream of you, I didn't expect to want any of those things..." You rambled on. "You're as pure as evil can get, a-and you are. But I still want you, and I liked staring at you when I would spy on you. And I don't even care if you kill me, I'll die happily to anything you give me, and-"
A large hand grabbed you roughly by the throat and you could barely sputter in pain before Sukuna's lips crashed into yours. Forceful, violent, he kissed like he fought, and you moaned needful at the push of his tongue against yours. Big and filling. He pulled back from you, slow, drinking in the way your head leaned forward to chase after him. "Freak." He chuckled, almost to himself. Then bringing himself close to your ear he whispered, "I could smell the truth on you." With one quick move of one of his hands, the chain hoisting you up was severed, and the hand holding your throat let go.
You hit the floor gracelessly, the impact of the concrete on your knees sending a shock of pain up your body. Sukuna nudged you with his foot. "You want me." He said. Voice thicker than before. "You have me." You watched from your crumpled form on the floor as he made his way back and sat on his throne, eyeing you expectantly.
Guilt tried to curl in on you then. Mind racing to conjure up the disappointed faces of your teammates and superiors. Sadly for them, The King of Curses was hard, you noticed. And he had just kissed you. And he wanted to keep kissing you if you had heard him right. You were supposed to be dead anyway, they were never expecting you to return. You could indulge in this twisted blessing they had accidentally bestowed upon you. You moved so quickly to go before him that the concrete scrapped up your palms.
Shaking and knelt between his legs now you immediately let your hands wander to wherever he'd let you. Grabbing fistfuls of his thick thighs, running your fingers up his muscled stomach and then licking eagerly at the lips that lay there. Sukuna hummed in approval and his second mouth opened in a grin in response to your worship, thick tongue unfurling and returning licks of it's own. It was about the size of your upper arm, slimy and inhuman. And when you allowed the tip of it into your mouth, you came to the epiphany that you were going to be forever ruined for the 'normal' man.
It slid into your welcoming mouth with ease, unhinging your jaw and licking down your throat. Sukuna watched you take it with keen, curious eyes and you moaned wetly through the slobber gathering and dripping down your chin. Swallowing around it and letting your eyes roll back when you felt it push deeper. "This is the thing they sent me?" Sukuna spoke, leisurely like he was simply making conversation. "How you ever became a sorcerer is beyond me. They must've knew the scorn they kept under their roof." One of his right hands grabbed roughly at your hair, gathering it so tightly that you were certain the strands would splinter. "Which is why they sent you here. For me."
He pulled you off of his tongue, not letting you breathe as he captured you in yet another kiss. You whined, light headed and hot as you frantically crawled to sit on his lap, hips already finding a rhythm as you began grinding against his thigh. His lower sets of arms found your waist and he dug his fingers into the clothed skin there. Sharp enough that the bite of them still stung fresh through the fabric. His teeth nipped and pulled at your bottom lip and you let the skin tear, your own dull nails clinging to him more when he happily lapped at the blood that welled there.
His other hands moved feverishly. Ripping and pulling at your clothes until you felt the stale Throne Room air hit your chest and torso. You arched into him, hands trying to return the favour by tugging at his pants before you were promptly lifted. Held tightly by two strong arms as the others removed the offending piece of clothing for you. When he sat he detached his bloodied lips from your own, his eyes dark with lust. "More to touch." He purred, grabbing your hand and leading it down the trail of hair that ran down his stomach. Your mouth watered when you saw what awaited you there.
Twin cocks sat snug in neat, prim hair, thick and large as the rest of him and already leaking with pre. You yearned for a taste, climbing off of his lap and letting your knees drop hard on the concrete mantle of his throne. He laughed at your eagerness, boisterous and powerful, one of his hands tangling itself in your hair once more. You buried your nose into the course hair surrounding them, inhaling deep and unabashed as you fisted at the nearest one. Groaning loudly at the musky scent that greeted you.
Sukuna let you, patting your head like you were a good dog. You licked at the crease of his thigh, collecting the sweat there and letting it sit on your tongue before you licked at the other cock your hand wasn't around. Pre dribbled obscene and you lapped it up hungrily before taking it's head into your mouth. You jerked the other one in a tight fist, thumbing at the slit and smearing the wetness that gathered there down it's entirety and then up again. Sukuna was silent above you, but you felt the twitches of his hand in your hair so you took that as a small victory, doubling the efforts and opening your mouth wider to fit more of him.
He pulsed hotly in your mouth, taste and girth overwhelming as he weighed heavy on your jaw. Tears prickled your eyes, rolling down your cheeks and joining the spit down your chin, your breathing harsh. You looked up at him in a wordless question and his cruel grin was your given answer. "You're going to choke yourself trying to impress me." He laughed, patronising but his hand was starkly gentle as it detached you from him and you marveled at the thin strings of saliva that still kept you connected. "There are other parts of yourself that you can make more... Accomodating."
You were dragged into a stand by your hair, pulled up and off of your knees as Sukuna rose once again. Arms encircling and maneuvering you over his throne, manhandling you until you were layed over it's armrests. You felt light. Weightless. Muscled body handled like a sheet of paper, and your mind drifted further into muddled bliss at the thought. Sukuna hummed to himself, pleased, and then those dexterous hands were on you again. Pressing into your back and ripping away at your pants until you were finally, entirely, naked.
Your backside felt cool to the exposed air, slickness no longer soaking into your pants and now trickling sluggishly down your spread thighs. Sukuna knelt, hands pushing your legs further apart and groping roughly at your ass. " 'I wouldn't mind being eaten.'" He jeered your earlier words, before burying his face in your reer. He licked past the hair, slurping at the wetness you provided him, and tonguing at your engorged clit; wrapping his lips around it and sucking hard. You moaned, loud and guttural, legs twitching with every masterful move of his tongue. His grip on you was unyielding, such casual strength as you were torn apart on his throne.
His tongue delved into you and you yearned to move your hips, to make it go deeper, to grind into that prominent nose of his. His tongue alone filled you so wholly. Pressing into your most sensitive spots and abusing them with vigorous delight. He removed his tongue and you felt achingly empty, body spasming when he spat filthy onto your gaping hole.
"I'm going to fuck you." He said, coming to a stand, his hands never left you. "And make you as ruined for humanity as I am." You keened and he laughed fondly. "They didn't know what to do with you." He continued, rutting against you, slick and hot. "And for that, they did not deserve you."
One of his cocks snagged at your entrance before you felt it sinking in, your eyes widening at the stretch despite Sukuna's earlier efforts. It stung, pushing your body to its limits all the while it's twin sat heavy between your legs and against your clit. Tears gathered in your eyes once more, seeming to have never left, as Sukuna bullied his way inside of you; his hips meeting your ass in a brutal thrust that buried him all the way deep, pushing the breath out of your lungs and taking up its space for himself.
Giving you no time to adjust, he moved at his own pace, grabbing your hair and pulling to arch your back into a beautiful, pained bow. Your mouth hung open, breath hitching with moans getting pushed out of you with every drill of his cock, the other one grinding pleasantly against you with every smack of his hips. "Take me so well." He praised, yanking you up by your hair until your back met his torso. The mouth on his stomach immediately opening up to lick the sweat off of your skin. You panted wildly.
Another hand came to press down on your stomach, forcing you to feel him more intimately and you tightened around him. "Made for me." He grunted, fucking roughly into you, holding you up even as your body went lax. Your head lolled against his chest, body feeling high strung, burning with sensitivity. "Please..", you begged. Voice airy and wrecked, your stomach going taut and eyes blurring. You grabbed at one of his biceps, squeezing it and whining when your brain could no longer form the words to beg again.
Sukuna clicked his tongue in feigned annoyance behind you, before you felt two strong hands slipping under your thighs and hoisting you up and off of the throne. You gasped, still speared open on him and he shushed you. Other hands wrapped around your stomach, he lifted you slightly off of him before dropping you back down in a thrust that you felt in the back of your throat. He continued like that now, burying himself into you like he was carving a permanent space for himself in your body. You wept, cries and moans ripping themselves from your throat as you were so thoroughly dismantled.
Your end came sudden, Sukuna pushing you to your peak and fucking you through it. Fingers gripping tighter at your legs when your body spasmed in his hold, balls slapping faster and louder against your ass with the new flood of wetness that trickled out of you. You cried out, toes curling and never even touching the floor all the while Sukuna laughed pleased at the mess you'd made.
One of the hands wrapped around your torso snaked it's way to your throat, squeezing down when his hips begin to stutter. Your vision went wonderfully dark at that, and you hoarsed out something close to his name before he was pushing himself the farthest he could go into you and filling you up to the brim. You let out a low drawn out moan, feeling his heat cover every crevice of your insides while his hips shallowly fucked it deeper into you.
You groaned when he came to a still and removed his hand from your throat, head falling forward and mind feeling like thick mud. The scent of sex hung heavy in the air and you inhaled deeply, not yet returned to your senses but understanding that the smell of Sukuna on you was swiftly becoming one of your favourites. Sukuna's powerful arms still held you upright, and you would've surely fallen already had he not been. Eyelids growing heavy, you patted at his arm once more to get his attention. Too exhausted, and brain still too muddled to speak.
He sucked his teeth, but adjusted you all the same until you were facing him, head buried in his chest and arms wrapped loosely around his neck. He carried you wordlessly to his bedroom, past the downcast eyes of servants, not a lick of shame for his or your's state of undress. You would find it in yourself to be embarrassed if come tomorrow.
It was dark when you finally reached his room, the little bit of light the moon reflected only showing to you it's tidiness. When he went to fling you onto the bed you tightened your legs, too tired to comprehend the concept of 'pushing your luck'. "Stay inside of me... Please." You croaked, eyes looking up pleadingly into Sukuna's. He looked surprised for only a split second before amusement swiftly took it's place in his gleaming eyes. "Bold enough to already be making such open demands?" He teased, sharp teeth catching the light in a smile that could only be described as predatory.
Still, he obeyed, carefully lying himself on his back and keeping you flush and connected on top of him. And as his nails skated up and down your spine, sending you closer to a long awaited sleep, you understood fully that Sukuna had stayed true to his word on ruining you for humanity and the world that lay just outside of his temple. And for that, you were eternally grateful.