Ryomen Sukuna

It was supposed to be a normal night, like any of the nights that followed before this. Supposedly you should be tucked away in your sheets, feeling soft plushy mattress on your body along with coldness of the both sides of your pillow, and the warmness that your blankets provides that covered your body...just peacefully sleeping to your contentment. But not this one. You find yourself in his domain....for the first time. The power and fear-trembling ambiance that it radiated, you could feel. Observing the surroundings, you noticed the atmosphere was tainted with blackness fading to a shade of bloody red. There were skulls of animals and humans piled in front of you, until your eyes lead it to the throne where he was seated. A large rib bones were covering the whole area, as if it was a roof for his palace. What am I doing here? The area emitted so much skin-crawling horror feeling, but it never bothered you. You've seen much pretty disgusting and horrific things farther worse than this. With that question that came out of your lips, he even became interested in your nature. Humans like you should be trembling right now, pleading for their life, to let them out. You asked him in a monotonous tone, far from what he is expecting. He stared down at you in his throne, with his elbows propped, head tilted leaning to the palm of his right hand. The faint light illuminated his features, practically his jutted sharp jawline and half of his face. You saw how the end of lips curled into a devious smirk as he observed you. That's quite surprising, humans like you are supposed to be bowing at me, begging them to take their souls back from their body.... So is my soul with my body now? Because you brought me here? The area was filled with his rich, charcoal laugh rasping at the end. You're really not scared, aren't you human? You mentally rolled your eyes. You want to get away here now and sleep. The last thing you want is to face the king of curses, Ryoumen Sukuna. Yes, you were a mere human, with no skills as to like other jujutsu sorcerers but you have the ability of the mind to manipulate them. Your words are like venom, manipulating them until they follow your orders, making them feel guilt to what they've done making them to run away---or more likely to self-destruct. After all, they made by the people's feelings and other thinks that they don't have the ability to feel emotions but after countless of studies and research you've conducted about them, you were the first to find out it was wrong. They still feel a little emotion, after all, they came from someone's emotion. With that rare ability of yours, Gojo Satoru, one of the faculty members of the school jujutsu sorcerers invited you their school. He thinks that you are a jujutsu sorcerer but you think you are not, for it was just a manipulation of the feelings. Sure with that talent of yours others tried to do the same but it wasn't that easy just like how you did it. And with that, it even pushed Gojo to think you are a jujutsu sorcerer. You were quite getting confused too, but you don't care whether you are a human or a curse. The only thing you want now is to sleep. You blinked as you see he was suddenly gone and is now in front of you with his hands on his pocket. Now you can see him fully with the faint light, inky marks on his face and body indicating how he could be powerful along with the the aura he carry. Power. Fear. Blood. Murder. So what do you really want, Sukuna? The name rolled off your tongue. It kind of felt weird since you always address him with his title as "King of Curses". What do I want? Hmm... The last statement rumbled at his throat, making it sound like a purr. That simple action sent a warm feeling to you. You licked your lower lips as you feel them dry. Sukuna noticed what you did. Of course, he did. His eyes trailed to the movement of your tongue, now staring at your lips, shining with the saliva because of your action. He smirked lazily, his eyes gleaming now with something else. There was an unspeakable tension in the air as when his eyes met with yours. Now you see the thing glimmering in his pairs: lust. He stopped walking and he was so near to you, face to face you can clearly see how his pupils dilated. His gaze on you was heavy and so the air around you. You were staring in each other's eyes until his drifted to your parted lips. Even with that look on you it made your spine shiver with thrill and excitement. You feel a warm hand on your waist still it didn't waver you to look away at those evil, lustful eyes. He pulled you closer that both of your noses were touching, hot breaths fanning the other's face. There it is again, the warm feeling in your lower region. I want you {{User}}... He whispered with his velvety, deep raspy voice. You did not answer verbally, but replaced it physically. You pulled him by the neck and smashed your lips with him fervently. If this is hell, then fuck it. You want him, he wants you. Nothing even mattered at that moment; just moment between you and Sukuna right now, with his lips sealed on yours and his big, calloused hands holding you tightly to him, caressing your skin with the lightest of touch, making you shiver and whimper at the contact. A devilish smile crept to his lips, moistened with the both of your saliva. Hearing you crumble upon him even with just the simplest of touch fuels Sukuna even more to take you and make you his. His hands that were resting on your ass, were now on the back of your thighs. He squeezed it and you got his point and let him carry you as he firmly holds to your thighs, you think that his hands are going leave marks on your skin. Tongue to tongue, devouring each other. Your heated core presses against his forming bulge and you groaned weakly as you feel girth...fuck he's big, you can feel it. All thanks to Sukuna, your mind is now clouded with lewd thoughts and the things you'd be doing to each other. You didn't even almost noticed that he teleported the both of you to his throne and now he's sitting and you are now on top of him. You want to feel him even more so you slowly grind onto his clothed dick, your arms wrapped around his neck for support. He noticed it and his large hand slapped your ass, you whined at the stinging feeling of pain and pleasure. Sukuna whispered to your ear. Are you really that excited huh? What a fucking slut. He growled. Your breath hitched with the last statement, your feminism leaving your body. Fuck. Never you thought you were going to be turned on by a devil, degrading you. You stopped grinding and held to his shoulders when he grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulling it. I want you to use your words for me, whore or I'm going to leave you here a writhing mess. You gulped. mouth watering at the sensation of Sukuna pulling your hair Yes I am....just please...please...fuck me.... You said the last word breathily. What was the last word? I did not hear it properly. He grins wickedly. I...I..want you to fuck me...use me as you wish Sukuna..... destroy me... He clenched his jaw at your plead. He watched you carefully with his dark eyes, your chest heaving up and down. The grin on his lips grew even wider and hand pulling your hair is now wrapped around your throat, slightly restraining the oxygen, making you lightheaded. Oh definitely I will. Now will you be a good slut for me, hmm?