PKMN — Consolation
Notes: JN117 made me sad, especially since no one comforted Iris when she started crying. In my sadness I was struck with this idea, and so I decided to write a little tag for the episode to make myself feel better. This was written with the idea in mind that the battles don't actually happen one right after the other, but that instead there is time between the matches to reset the arena / give the next opponents time to prepare / etc.
Summary: After her loss to Cynthia in the Masters 8, Iris receives a gift from one of the last people she would have expected. [Gen, Friendship]
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The grass beneath Iris’ knees was as warm as the sun that filtered through the leaves above her head, but as she scrunched the blades of grass between her fingers to feel the dirt under her fingernails, it still wasn’t enough to stop her choking—from tears or the stench of car exhaust in the air, she wasn’t sure.
Wyndon had many little parks like this throughout the city—little patches of greenery interspersed between the paved streets and aging concrete buildings. When she’d first arrived, Iris had thought it nice that they hadn’t completely walled their city off from nature, that they’d allowed some trees to grow and grass to flourish. But now, fresh from her televised first-round defeat, it didn’t feel like enough. She hated the city. She wanted to run, to sprint into Galar’s wild area and not look back. She wanted to climb into the clustered boughs above her, but her Champion dress made it impossible. She swallowed hard against another sob and pressed herself closer to the tree trunk beside her. Ash’s battle was going to start soon. She needed to go cheer for him, just like he’d cheered for her. But going back to the green room would mean seeing everyone again—would mean seeing Diantha and Cynthia, and for them to see her like this, fresh from a loss and eyes red-rimmed because she couldn’t stop herself crying—
Iris sucked in another shaking breath, and pressed her sleeves into her eyes.
No, she couldn’t face them like this. She couldn’t. But she had to. She was Unova’s Champion, and Champions didn’t fall to pieces just because they lost a match. She was Unova’s Champion, and Ash’s friend, and so she had to go back to watch the next match and cheer for him and put her best foot forward—
“Excuse me—can I sit here?”
Iris jumped, the fabric of her dress catching on the rough bark of the tree and her feet tangling in her skirts as she scrambled around to locate the source of the voice. Standing a foot from her and looking down at her with an inscrutable expression and a cylindrical object cradled in his arms was Leon’s opponent from the first round of the tournament—Alan, from the Kalos region. “How—why—what are you doing here?”
Instead of answering her question (though Iris supposed she hadn’t answered his), Alan took a seat opposite her, sitting criss-cross-applesauce with the cylinder held in his lap. He was quiet for a moment, looking down at whatever it was he was holding, before he lifted his eyes to meet hers. “Your battle was incredible. The bond you have with Haxorus is amazing.”
So that was it. He felt bad for her. He wanted to make her feel better. She didn’t know why—they had barely said two words directly to each other in the green room—but Champions didn’t spurn praise even when it came with a reminder of their dreams being crushed on international television. She pressed her lips together so he wouldn’t see them tremble, blinked to stop her tears from falling, and forced a smile. “Thank you. Your battle with Leon was great, too.”
Something of a smile flickered across his face, and he laughed softly. “It didn’t go the way we wanted it to, but that’s all right. It gives Lizardon and I something to work toward. We’ll make it back here someday.”
It was the same kind of PR-speak that Drayden had taught her when she won her title from Alder. Be gracious, be humble, remember that you carry the pride of the region on your shoulders. But Alan wasn’t Kalos’ regional Champion—Diantha was—and they were sitting alone, besides. He didn’t have a reason to put a front up for her . . . so maybe he was just like that.
“But the reason I came out here,” Alan continued after a beat, “is because I wanted to give this to you.”
“What is . . .” Iris’ voice caught in her throat as Alan set the cylinder between them on the grass, her eyes widened as the sunlight finally hit the glass just right. “Is that a pokémon egg?”
It was, and she didn’t need Alan’s nod to confirm it. She hadn’t paid it enough mind before, given that Alan had just about startled her out of her own skin when he approached her, and so her attention was caught between trying to stop her crying and figuring out just what he was doing out there. But now that the cylinder was sat between them, she saw it for what it really was: an incubator, with a pokémon egg nestled inside. The egg was light blue in color with grey and yellow spots, and sat on a dark blue cushion.
“I had Professor Sycamore send it to me after your match,” Alan said. “A friend of mine gave it to me just before the tournament to help my research. But I think you should be the one to hatch and train it.”
Iris blinked, and tore her eyes away from the egg to look back at Alan. “What? But—why? If your friend gave it to you—and you don’t even know me.”
Once again, Alan’s lips quirked upward in a little smile. “Not personally, no. But I saw your battle, and the bond you have with your pokémon. You have a real connection with them. You battled with them, so I know you would raise and train this one with the care it needs. And I’m also sure that . . .” Alan fished something from the travel bag slung around his waist. “. . . you will be able to use these.”
“What—” Once again, Iris’ jaw fell slack as she beheld the two shining stones in Alan’s open palm, one sparkling with rainbow hues and the other white with a red and blue double helix in the middle. “A Key Stone?”
“And Salamencite.”
“So then—this egg is—”
“A bagon, from the Draconid clan in Hoenn.”
Iris felt as if someone had used Twister on her brain. She shook her head to clear it, and once more looked up to meet Alan’s eyes, scrunching her dress in her fists.
“But why?” she asked again, and as he opened his mouth quickly said, “I—It’s not that I’m not thankful for the offer, but I don’t understand—we don’t even know each other, and this is all so . . . it’s so much.”
Alan lowered his hands back to his lap, and rolled the stones between his fingers. He studied them for a moment, quiet, before he finally gave his answer.
“I’ve been studying mega evolution for years now, both in theory and in practice. There is still so much about it that we don’t understand—so much that has been lost to time, but so much to still discover, too. But one thing I’ve learned, that many still don’t understand, is that mega evolution is not about power. It is powerful, yes—but it’s only as strong as the bond between the trainer and their partner pokémon. The stones facilitate the transformation, but they don’t cause it, not really. The trust and belief in each other that the human and pokémon share—when their hearts and souls are one, that’s when true evolution becomes possible. That’s when they are able to surpass their limits. It’s not about power. It never has been. It’s about trust, and love.” Alan looked up, and met her gaze. “And that’s what I saw between you and your pokémon today.”
Iris was sure that the city of Wyndon was still noisy. She was sure that there were still car engines roaring and horns honking, and music blaring from the speakers to keep the audience in the stadium entertained before the next battle started. But for a brief moment, she couldn’t hear any of it. All she could hear was the wind breathing through the leaves above their heads, and her own heart thrumming in her chest.
“So,” Alan said, and he once again extended his hand toward her, Key Stone and Salamencite glittering in his palm, “will you accept the Key Stone and Salamencite?”
Iris reached out, her fingers brushing against the stones in his open palm, but stopped herself just short of taking them. “You’re sure? You’re really sure?”
Alan nodded. “Positive.”
A smile, unbidden and free for the first time since she had left the arena, broke across Iris’ face, and when she nodded, Alan met her grin with one of his own. She cupped her hands and he tipped the jewels into them; they felt as smooth and cool as stones from a riverbed.
“Thank you,” Iris said, and she slipped the stones into a hidden pocket on her dress. “I’ll treasure them, I promise.”
“I don’t doubt it,” Alan said. “But, if it’s not too much to ask . . .”
Iris raised her eyebrows. “What is it?”
Alan nodded toward the bagon egg. “When this little one is all grown up, and you’ve mastered mega evolution . . . would you have a battle with me?”
Iris beamed, and pulled the egg’s incubator onto her lap. “Of course! Definitely! I can’t wait!”
Alan grinned. “Neither can I.”
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cw: age gap relationships, jealous, mentions of cheating, possession in relationships, manhandling(?), NSFW, mean König
fem reader x dilf! König // not proof read
part 1. || part 2. || part 3.
— "You should let me do skincare on you." You softly chimed, eyes locked up to König as he did paperwork. You were laid on your belly in his bed; his desk directly next to you giving you a good view of his irritated expression.
König's brows furrowed slightly, glancing up at you. It had been about a month since he initially met you, and even after he had toyed with your body a bit, you just wouldn't fuck off. Always next to him with those big eyes and bratty huffs for attention. Even if he was catching up on sleep, you still laid in bed next to him, nails gently scratching his muscled back (a part he would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy).
"Are you almost done?" You whined, flipping to your back and staring at him upside down, your head hanging from the edge. One of his pillows was hugged up in your arms, fingers gently caressing the fabric.
"No." And even if he was, he wasn't going to fuck you. You were too naughty. Anytime König gave you a kiss or the slightest attention, you would go back to being a brat, smugly bragging about how hard he was for you. "Why don't you go outside and play? Daddy has to work."
You rolled your eyes at his sarcastic remarks, "You know, other boyfriends would be really mad if their cute girlfriend was out every night."
"Good thing I am not your boyfriend, ja?"
His utter rejection made you pout and sit up. You stared at him and then to his paperwork. How could a bunch of papers be more important than you? With a small scoff you got up and went to pick up your stuff.
"You know what, maybe I will go out." You grumbled, König only nodding and shooing you away. Your eyes narrowed and you silently left the room.
Of course, König did feel a little bad. You were just a sweet, bratty thing for him, so needy for his cock and attention, but he just didn't have the energy or libido for it. You two had yet to fuck, nothing more than a few "lucky" touches to help the day go by. There was also maybe a little more to it, he didn't want another wife.
The situation that had happened wasn't something he really cared about, but he regretted going with the flow. With you, he felt the same thing in a different way. You were what was ideally needed by him: time, attention, care, interest. Which at some point were qualities he found in his ex wife at the time. But you were different in the sense where you made his heart pace, and his more primitive instincts take place.
There were times when he saw you curled up in his warm bed, all soft and sexy looking. Your face pressed into a shirt he had peeled off this morning and tossed to you so you wouldn't whine about his missing presence. It intrigued the monstrous and greedy instincts within König, sending him in an uncontrollable thirst. Which lead to him waking you up with some fondling — fondling that obviously pleased you as your cunt got so easily wet for him, you'd wake up mewling for his cock to rut into you. Your sweet sex scent would fill his nose and—
Ugh, he had to stop.
König softly groaned, leaning back in his seat, his eyes glanced around the room, realizing how empty it was. His brows furrowrd, where did you say you were going? He went to his phone; you had forced him to upgrade from that shitty flip phone, though something newer was a bit confusing, he understood the basics. One of the basics you had mentioned to him was access to your location. König did the steps you told him to..only to find your location off.
Huh. How strange. König felt his cock throb, the one time he wanted to fuck and you weren't there. How ironic. König got up from his seat and began to walk around his shitty apartment; there were little things you brought over to "increase his quality of life" as you called it. A heated blanket meant strictly for the couch, your skincare stuff shoved in the bathroom cabinet, even some food you knew he'd never buy for himself. You always looked out for him, always considered him, which was strange. You were this bratty little thing but it was always for him.
König hissed out an irritated breath of air, his body leaning against the wall slightly. His head began to ache with all these thoughts, here he was, all caught up with a younger woman. More than that, he was in love, in love with someone who treated him like no one else have ever has. Sweetly and with care attention he neglected to acknowledge. And now, you were off, doing god knows what, probably cheating on him just like his ex wife did.
König held back an irritated growl, eyes now glancing at the time. How long had it been? It was alright almost midnight, maybe you had gone to your own place? You were never in any obligation to stay with him, and yet you did. Maybe you were out with someone your age, someone who actually had emotions and love to offer you.
"No." König muttered, silencing his spiralling thoughts, "Not again."
He raced to the door, his teeth grinding slightly. As his hand reached for the handle he heard the wiggle of keys against the door. Your soft hum as the door creaked open. It opened slowly, almost teasing his impatient reminisce of you. König was met with your yawning figure staring up at him with lazy, half lidded eyes. You wore different clothes than earlier, a similar fashion to when you first met him. Cute pastels and "fuck me" fishnet stockings.
Your eyes widened slightly with surprise as you met his gaze, head tilting side to side. "König?"
"Don't." König growled, grabbing you by the nape of your neck and tugging you in; you softly yelped, swatting at his arm but his grip didn't lessen, rather it tightened as he slammed the door behind you. König used his opposite hand to lift your neck, then exposed your chest, searching desperately for hickies across your skin; searching for signs you were betraying him.
You could only stare up into his pretty blue eyes that were so angry with emotions you didn't understand. How his brows furrowed and scarred face scrunched. König moved his hand from your nape to your jaw, shaking you gently yet firmly. "Out being a whore, ja?"
That was it? That was why he was so heated? Because he was insecure? Just as you were about to deny the accusations, you considered the opportunity.
"Jealous?"
He growled lowly, "Little slut."
His face pressed against your shoulder, sniffing your sweet scent, such a delicate sweetness that belonged to him, "You're such a whore."
You scoffed and shoved one hand forward, a feeble attempt to create distance, "What do you even care? You don't even want to fuck me.
König yanked you back into his arms, a firm spank to your ass silencing you. "Shut up."
And you did. Listening to his low heavy breathing, his frantic and perverted sniffles of your body. His grip grew tighter, sliding up that tight, pastel skirt you had on to fondle your ass, a light scoff slipping out as he discovered you wore a thong.
And yet, he still found no hickies, no scent of another man, no swelling lips like how he left yours, or a weeping cunt. "Hnm.. so you're not a little whore. So good, my sweet schatz."
König's little croon was rough and raspy. His teeth and tug teasing at your skin, earning goosebumps and shivers from you. As much as you wanted to pull away and bitch at him for not trusting you, he was so desperate right now. You weren't sure for what, but it made you so sticky between the legs.
"König.." You rasped softly, earning a tight grip on your butt.
"Hnm?" He purred softly, pressing you against the shut door. His mouth working hickies and love bites of his own. Claiming his sweet little bitch.
"You want daddy's cock?" König murmured in your ear, a single finger moving aside your panties to rub your clit, you were already wet. How cute.
"Mhm.." You whimped with a nod.
König chuckled, continuing to offer slow, lazy rubs, "Too bad."
His cruel tone made a high pitched mewl emit from your throat, involuntary, yet so sexy. He continue to tease your clit, leaving bruising hickies on your flesh. Making his way down to your nipples to nip and suck at. The little buds hardening as he tongued the flesh gently.
A sharp exhale left your mouth as he slowly rubbed and eased a finger into you. Wet kisses peppering up to your ear, whispering, "Only your daddy can make you feel good, ja?"
You nodded, earning a growl and another spank.
"Say it."
Your face felt so hot, eyes watering, he was so frustrating in all the best ways. Making you say these humiliating and dirty things like the perverse old man he was. You were his college girl fantasy, and he was making sure you played that role. "Only..daddy.. can..make me feel good."
"Mhh..gut.." You loved his praises, especially in German; and he knew it, feeling you dribble down the finger he worked so slowly into your little hole. You cunt clenching on just the tip of his digit, relishing in his cruetly, at the way he violated your insides so gently.
"König..." You whimpered, yelping as he spanked you again. Wrong name. "D..daddy.."
"What is it, my little brat?"
"C..cock..I need your cock."
König giggled raspily, "Stupid little thing you are. Thinking I don't know what your cunt wants."
You whimpered expectantly, hips grinding against his single finger, thicker than yours, but you imagined his cock was thicker. "Please.."
"This is punishment, for trying to lie like the stupid girl you are. Hm? You are lucky I don't abuse that tight throat of yours." König curled his finger against your sweetest spot, gently rubbing at it, the moment your pussy throbbed he yanked the finger out cruelly. A low tut erupting, "Beg for it, liebe."
You whined and leaned into his chest pathetically. All this trouble because you were in your car for the past four hours watching Netflix.
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You don't fool me
A/n: two thing- first this took me forever to write, I kept having to go back and scrap ideas 🥹 second, I did not know just how down bad I was for this man until I had to sit down and write this so.
Also friendly reminder- if your age isn't easily accessible on your profile I will not be tagging you! That said if you'd like a tag in future works let me know and I'll add you to the list!
bestie beta reader: @yukios-medic you are really the best ma'am I appreciate you so much 🥹💙💙💙
Pairing: Sukuna x fem!reader, Yuji pining
cw/tw: minors/ageless blogs DNI, all characters aged up, dub-con that becomes enthusiastic consent, unprotected sex, cream pie, fingering, oral sex (female receiving), oral sex (male receiving), rough sex, dirty talk, threats of killing
Word count: 5k (ish)
This wasn't the first time they'd been paired up and sent off to find and kill a curse, but it was the first time Yuji was weary of the whole thing. They were both strong, that wasn't an issue – he'd been on back-to-back missions for weeks and it was starting to take its toll, that was the issue.
Of course, it didn't help that whenever he was around her, Sukuna would become an even bigger pain in the ass (than he already was).
They'd been sent to a long-abandoned warehouse, falling apart as it was, and radiating with cursed energy. Yep, whatever it was they were after was definitely in here.
"Split up to cover more ground?" She suggested as she looked up at him, but he shook his head.
"We can probably exorcize it quicker if we come across it at the same time, we should just stick together for now." It was a simple enough explanation, not a hint of 'I'm pushing my limits just being here with you' or 'it's easier to know you're safe if you're by my side' detectable.
To her, at least. Yuji chooses to ignore the scoff that resonates in his head as they cautiously enter the building. They walk side-by-side down the hallway, ears and eyes analyzing every detail of their surroundings.
"Must be one pain in the ass curse to send the both of us. I can feel the cursed energy everywhere, I just can't tell exactly where the source is." She filled the silence, wringing her hands together nervously.
"Yeah, I know what you mean. It’s out there, but it's all about the same output. We'll just have to watch our backs." Yuji said with a nod.
"Hey, what do you think Nobara did when she found out Gojo canceled movie night to send us after this one? I can see her practically popping a vein." She laughed softly, moving around a stack of boxes to find any sign of their curse.
"Fushiguro is probably wishing it was you that got left behind right about now." Yuji guessed with a small chuckle, suppressing the thought that he might have wished for it, too. A faint gurgle sounded at the opposite end of the hall, cursed energy seeping into every corner of their bodies as it grew closer.
Yuji covered her mouth with his hand, keeping her scream muffled as he tugged her against his chest and pulled them into the shadows.
"Shh, I think I hear something." He murmurs, squinting in the darkness. He doesn't feel the mouth form on his hand, not until her lips are moving against his palm as she makes a noise.
She's gagging; trying to pry Yuji's hand off her face. And he's going to – until Sukuna's voice rings in his head.
'Pull away and I'll bite her tongue off. Try to keep her quiet while she's drowning in her own blood'
Yuji froze as Sukuna cackled, and she still struggled in his grip, now like iron to keep the curse from making good on his threat.
His name was muffled when she frantically tried to call it, but it only left her mouth open that much more for Sukuna to swipe his tongue along the inside.
If they could conceal their own cursed energy for just a second, then it would keep going on its path to the left of them, and probably wouldn't circle back around for a while. Yuji set his jaw, glaring up the hall as he spoke.
"Conceal your energy, then we'll deal with him. One curse at a time." The only confirmation she gave that she heard him was slightly loosening her grip on his arm.
The curse slunk away and Yuji held his breath, waiting to hear any sign of it coming back. When he was sure it wasn’t, he let out a sigh and threw his head back against the wall. Taking a moment to realize the situation they were still in he looked down at her.
He couldn’t see the blush in her cheeks, but he could feel the heat on his fingers. She shifted her body against his, letting out a whimper at the awkward kiss she was still locked in.
Yuji swallowed hard and took a deep breath. This was so not the time to be letting the sounds she was making go straight to his cock.
'You want her so badly, take her.' Sukuna taunted.
"No." Yuji snapped his response, trying to think of a way out of this (and the boner he was starting to sport against her back).
'Fuck her, brat. Or I'll kill her the next time I get the chance, and I'll draw it out while I make you watch.'
Sukuna knew well what he was doing, keeping this conversation in Yuji's head. She had no clue what he was trying to shield her from. Of course he wanted her, but not like this. Not when Sukuna was all but forcing his hand on the matter, not even giving her a choice.
“I said no! Knock it off!” Sukuna just chuckled, and she turned her head to look up at him with worry in her eyes.
'Or perhaps you’d like me to put us both out of commission. Tell me, just how long do you think she’d last against this curse on her own?'
Yuji’s heart dropped to his stomach. There’s no way Sukuna hated her enough to let her die like this, not with the way he found her so entertaining to him. Not with the way he currently had his tongue down the back of her throat- right?
'No, but if it would cause you everlasting turmoil, I’d jump at the chance.'
Could she ever forgive him for doing this? Would Sukuna even drop this after all was said and done?
Yuji was exhausted, and Sukuna knew it too. It was only a matter of time before he could slip out and swap places.
'I could always assist instead. After all, one wrong move and she’s on her own anyways. Go ahead brat, ask me for my help.' He grinned.
“No, last time I let you out you were a dick.” Yuji snapped, but he was running out of options here. How long until that curse realized where they were and turned back around? He could always make a deal with Sukuna, if he would agree to it was another question though.
At the sound of Yuji’s words her body tensed, blood running cold. There was no way Yuji was actually thinking about letting the king of curses out into the wild, especially when he already had her in this position.
'Tic-toc punk ass, this offer isn’t going to last forever.'
“Promise you won’t hurt her first.” Her eyes went wide and she began to struggle in his grasp again, body going hot. Screaming through his palm and Sukuna’s tongue as well as she could manage in protest.
There is no way he’s about to offer his body over to Sukuna right now, and all she could think about were all the previous times he’d spoken to her – though, at her might be a better word. Everything he’d said up to this point, his promises to absolutely wreck her- all came flooding back. Could they really not handle this job any other way than to bring Sukuna into the mix?
'You humans are so predictable, really fucking takes the fun out of everything. I’ll get rid of the curse. Just say you aren’t strong enough, you need a real man to do your dirty work for you.'
“That’s not-”
'Going once…'
“I don’t-”
'Going TWICE...'
“Fine! I need your help, please.” She was hysterical at this point, thrashing in his grip as much as she could, grinding her ass into him harder every time she moved.
'That doesn’t sound like what we agreed to, try again.'
Yuji groaned, thankful he could use that as an excuse to let out some of his frustrations.
“Sukuna please, I’m not strong enough and need a real man to do my dirty work for me.” Yuji bit out, and she stilled at his words, stomach knotting. Any minute now, Sukuna would be breathing down her neck. Months of sexual tension, mostly from his side - would it finally come to a head now? Or would he leave it and just get the job done, let Yuji take back over when it was safe–
A low chuckle rumbled from behind her, and the sound ran straight through her body to her core. She swallowed, realizing the tongue down her throat had finally disappeared.
Sukuna ran a hand up her chest before resting it on her throat.
“Well, well, this is certainly a turn of events, isn’t it?” She whimpered, frozen in place. What the hell was she supposed to do now?
“Sukuna…” She breathed his name warily.
“Surprised to see me? I did tell you I’d have you some day. So, how was I? It’s been a few hundred years. You’ll have to excuse the fact I’m a little rusty.” Sukuna filled the silence, not waiting for an answer.
“You weren’t too bad yourself; I think I even felt you participating at the end. Care for more?” He whispered in her ear, tongue flicking out to lick her lobe. She bit back her moan, clamping her knees together as she gently rocked back into him. He laughed, moving his hands down her body to grip her hips and pull her in closer against him.
“Oh, don’t be shy now, it’s just us. The brat won’t even know, it can be our little secret.”
“I-” She stammered, face hot. So what if she’d gone back to her room at the end of a long day full of Sukuna teasing her, and closed her eyes while chanting his name under the sheets? So what if being the object of the king of curses’ endless teasing was what she used to push her over the edge some nights? That was all by her choice - she was in charge.
Currently having Sukuna’s painfully rock-hard cock prodding her ass while he held her tight against him? She was so clearly not in charge, and to make matters worse? The realization sent her core gushing.
“I can smell you,” he continued, taking in a long breath. And this time she couldn’t bite back her moan.
“Sukuna!” She gasped, feeling the blush run up her ears.
“I think you should really stop being such a cock-tease, woman. No wonder Yuji can’t help but fuck his fist most nights. I bet he can smell you too, he just spares your feelings by not saying anything.” The fog he’d brought with him was starting to clear, and she tried to pry his fingers off of her.
“Stop! You’re lying!” But Sukuna just threw his head back in a cackle.
“I actually don’t care if you believe me, do you want to know why?” He stepped out from behind her so quickly, shoving her back against the wall, it made her head spin. Looking up at his tattooed face and red eyes only solidified how real this situation was for her - and her mouth went dry. He grinned down at her, gripping her chin to hold her in place.
“I’m going to fuck you through this wall. You won’t be able to look at that stupid brat without thinking of me inside you ever again. And he’ll never know because he’s out cold.” Using his free hand, he ripped off her skirt. She cried out, trying to grip his wrist and stop her panties from meeting the same fate.
“Aww, still shy, are we?” He teased as he examined the red lace, running his fingers down to the ever-growing wet spot on them.
“N-No!” Sukuna just chuckled, watching her face morph from flustered to pleasure at his touch.
“And look, you even wore red just for me. How cute of you.” She moaned, closing her eyes. The physical and mental teasing was too much. If he wasn’t going to kill her, she was going to die of embarrassment. He sucked his teeth, hooking his thumb into her mouth and tugging her face.
“Look at me while I touch you, I won’t tell you twice.” He snapped, and her heart thrummed in her chest. It felt so good to finally have him touch her after all this time, she’d forgotten just how dangerous he was in the moment. She nodded sheepishly.
“Good, you listen well for a sorcerer. I don’t believe in praising those beneath me, but I think I’ll make an exception just this once.” He pressed his fingers against her core, watching the way she squirmed under him.
“You’re so wet already and I’ve barely touched you, was my tongue down your throat just what you needed?” Her head was spinning, his hold on her jaw rough, but all she could picture was wrapping her lips around him.
She slid her tongue around his thumb cautiously, watching his reaction for any sign that she’d miss-stepped.
He groaned, smirking down at her as he leaned closer.
“And here you’d have everyone believing you’re too innocent for such filthy things.” Finding the edge of her panties, he pushed them aside, running his fingers through her slick folds. He watched as she moaned, satisfaction settling on his face as the moan grew louder when he pushed a finger inside of her.
“God you’re so tight, there’s no way that brat could stuff his cock in you.” Her walls flexed at his words. Sukuna’s one finger was already so thick, and now her mind was swimming with the thought of having more.
“But don’t worry, you’ll take it from me.” And then she felt a second finger at her entrance, making her eyes open wider. She tried to speak as best she could around the awkward hold he still had her in, but it didn’t matter.
“Suku-na!” She cried out as he forced another finger into her.
“I’d be thanking me if I were you. I’m feeling generous enough to stretch you out before I ram my cock into your stomach.” He offered, grinning as he watched her try and hold herself together.
He didn’t wait for her to adjust to the feeling, why would he? Fucking her open on him was all he could think about while he sat bored on his throne - not that he was admitting it aloud.
So many days, weeks, months, of him wrapped up in her. He knew exactly what she was doing to him, even if she didn’t.
“Was it worth it to parade around like a whore in heat around us?” He asked as he began to slide his fingers in and out of her.
“You know I offered him the chance to have you first. Humans and their virtues though, so fickle. Of course, the brat couldn’t do this.” He pressed his palm against her cunt, and her back arched off the wall as his tongue shot out to flatten on her clit.
Letting go of her chin he wrapped his hand around her neck, giving it a testing squeeze before trailing down to her chest. Groping over her top, and then easily ripping the buttons away.
“Not my clothes!” She protested, but if he heard, he ignored her. Choosing instead to knead her breast as it spilled over her matching bra. Sukuna chuckled, looking back at her.
“The matching set, I’m starting to think you really did wear this just for me. Is that what you do? Under all those clothes you put on, you wear red hoping I’ll catch a glimpse. Hoping I’ll come out to rip it off of you.” He spoke as he rolled her bud roughly between his fingertips.
“God!” She cried out. He was everywhere. Pumping his fingers further inside her walls, tongue abusing her clit-
“I’ll be your god.” He hissed, before leaning down to suck her nipple into his mouth.
She was fast approaching the edge, gasping for air as he shot her towards her peak.
He curled his fingers inside of her, reaching a new angle that sent white hot pleasure shooting through her body.
“Sukuna!” She choked out, reaching up to ball her hands into his top. She was wary of touching him at first, opting to press against the wall instead. But it was all too much. She needed something more to try and ground herself through the first orgasm he was going to rip from her body.
“You gonna cum, little sorcerer?” He hummed around a mouthful of her breast, looking up at her expectantly. She already looked so cute and fucked out for him; grinding into his hand to push him further inside, face flushed as she whimpered his name over, brows pinched up while she looked down to him with a breathless nod.
“Please Sukuna...” If he wasn’t so pent up himself, he might have stopped what he was doing, but edging her would only edge him, and he had no interest in prolonging his own pleasure any more than being stuck in the passenger seat of his vessel already had.
For this encounter, anyways. So, he gave her what she wanted, driving his fingers faster into her cunt, biting down on the nipple currently still in his mouth, while his other hand roughly pinched at the other.
He could feel how close she was. It was getting harder to slide his fingers back into her, and he couldn’t wait to sink into her.
When he didn’t slow down or stop, she took it as permission, though, the tip of the iceberg was so close that even if he had told her no, she wasn’t sure she could have stopped, anyway.
It crashed over her in waves, throwing her against the wall as she cried out his name. Everything was gone - her sight, her hearing, all she could do was ride against his hand, and hope that their grasp on each other was enough to keep her standing through the intensity of it all.
Even when her high started to ebb away, he was still lazily pumping his fingers inside of her. Slowly the world came back to her, heartbeat pounding in her ears, and she whined.
“Aww, is someone sensitive?” He pulled away from her chest with a grin, red eyes glinting as he stared down at her dazed expression. She weakly pushed against his chest, trying to get him to stop while she regained some semblance of normal breathing.
“Sukuna…”
“Well, aren’t you going to thank me?” She swallowed hard, still trying to find her way out of the haze.
“I- thank you...” He pulled his fingers out of her, chuckling at the whimper that left her lips. Raising his hand to his mouth, he kept his eyes on her as he sucked his fingers clean.
“Mmm, I don’t think so.”
“What?” Confusion crossed her face, and he pressed the same two fingers against her parted lips, looking on in admiration as she opened them without question. Sukuna pressed his fingers against her tongue, pulling her mouth open as he did.
“Those red panties you’re wearing will be sufficient.”
“What?” The word left her mouth again, and he raised an eyebrow, dragging his fingers down her tongue and out of her mouth. She stared at him for only a second more before leaning down to slide them off her hips. She looked down to keep from fumbling, but he hooked his finger under her chin, tilting her face back up to him.
“I didn’t say you could look away.” She bit her lip, shimmying awkwardly to slide them down her knees. Stepping one foot out of them at a time, she began to lift them up. He grabbed them from her, large fingers brushing her own as he did.
She moved to stand up again, but he stopped her, shaking his head.
“On second thought, I don’t think one pair of panties is worth a mind-numbing orgasm, do you?” But it wasn’t really a question, not when he was already guiding her to her knees in front of him. The floor below her was cold - a shock that her core, still radiating heat, could feel.
“Be a good girl and open wide,” he said, reaching into his pants to take hold of his neglected cock. Pulling it out, he ran his thumb over the tip, smearing his precum up and down his length.
Sukuna groaned, gritting his teeth. The brat could imagine all he wanted; it would never compare to having her right here in front of him. Small hands braced on his thighs, eyes blown wide as she took in just how fucked she was about to be.
“See something you like?” Her breath hitched as he knocked his fat tip against her bottom lip. She slowly opened her mouth, tongue sliding out and against the underside of his cock. He groaned again, grabbing the back of her head as he forced himself into her mouth.
She dug her nails into his thighs as he did, trying in vain to pull her head back so she could breathe.
“You’re not acting very grateful. Don’t make me fuck your throat, I’ll end up hurting your feelings.” He chuckled. Tears were already welling in her eyes as she choked on what he could fit in her mouth. Slowly, she removed a hand off from his thigh, reaching down to run her fingers through her folds. When she’d gathered enough of her release, she reached back up to pump the rest of him with it.
“How resourceful of you. Makes me want to fuck my cock down your throat all the more.” She moaned around his length, gently rocking him as far as she could take him. Part of her was screaming for air, the other wanted to make him feel just as good as he’d made her feel moments ago. The fog was back, and she blinked the tears away as she looked up at him.
His jaw was tense, one hand still at the back of her head, the other balled in a fist and braced against the wall. Before this she’d only seen him when he was a mouth and one eye, stirring up chaos on Yuji’s cheek. Looking up at him now, though, red eyes trained on her and black markings all over his body - he was breathtaking.
All-powerful and terrifying as hell, considering that he could kill her in an instant, but breathtaking, nonetheless. She let her other hand slide down his leg to rest between her own, pressing her fingers into herself - only to whine in disappointment when it felt nothing like him.
“Needy little thing, aren’t you? I’ve gone hundreds of years without, and you just can’t wait for another.” She breathed hard through her nose, trying to take in as much air as she could before he hit the back of her throat again. Black dots buzzed at the corners of her vision, the sound of her choking on what she could take echoed through the hall.
Her jaw was pried open at a painful angle to accommodate him, and he wasn’t showing any signs of stopping. Her grasp on his cock grew slack, and she wasn’t fighting him every time he knocked his tip just a little further into her mouth. Her own fingers stilled in her aching walls, eyelids fighting to stay open.
Sukuna huffed, sliding his hand around to smack at her cheek.
“Don’t go passing out on me now, I’m not finished with you just yet.” And he pulled out of her mouth with a loud squelch as she gasped for air. The lightheaded feeling slowly dissipated as she looked up at him, tears and spit covering her face.
“You did okay. For now. We’ll revisit that later, get up.” She didn’t have to be told twice, rising on wobbly legs as quickly as she could. The thought occurred to her, that she was practically naked in front of him, while he was still fully clothed. She swallowed hard, trying to wipe away some of the shame along with the tears.
But he didn’t give her much time to wallow in her self-pity, quickly turning her around and pinning her to the cool wall. She shivered at the feeling of his solid body pressed into her back, erection still wet with her spit as it bounced on her bare ass.
“Maybe next time, I’ll let you look at me while I fuck you.” He breathed down her neck, grabbing his length and rubbing it through her folds. She dug her nails into the wall; he barely fit her mouth, there was no way she was ready–
“Relax, I’m not interested in breaking you the first time around. It would ruin the fun in watching you look at me in anticipation every time you’re around.” And he wasn’t wrong. Hell, he was still here, and the anticipation was coursing through her. Taking a slow breath she waited, thankful that the cool wall was enough to ease the heat on her face.
Sukuna gripped her hip and hooked his tip at her entrance before pushing in. She gritted her teeth, moaning at the already over-full feeling. For the situation being what it was, he was fairly gentle as he steadily eased himself through her tight walls with a prolonged hiss. She could only stay pressed against the wall, jaw dropped in a silent moan as he filled her out inch by agonizing inch. Her eyes rolled, body unsure if she should cry out in pleasure or pain.
“God look at you, practically foaming at the mouth. What would your sorcerers say if they caught you like this, hmm?” He groaned, bucking his hips up into hers. Her voice finally caught up to her, and she cried out, nails scraping down the wall as she clawed for anything to keep her grounded.
He didn’t quite fit all the way, but it only turned Sukuna on even more. Of course, he couldn’t fit - but he would. He would break her open on his cock as many times as he needed, until she fit him like a second skin. Until he was the only thing she could think about whenever she tried to seek pleasure elsewhere.
She was playing a game she had no clue about, and Sukuna was going to win. He laughed as he grabbed her hips, pulling out to slam back into her walls. They sucked him in and tried to keep him out all at the same time.
“Sukuna, fuck!” She moaned, reaching behind her to slow him down. He said he wasn’t going to break her, but the rough pace he’d set was literally fucking the air right out of her lungs. Her walls squeezed him tighter, and he moaned.
“Too much for you already, princess? I’m just getting started.” Sukuna grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head.
“Too much, fuck, ‘s too much!”
“I’m not that brat, you’ll take what I give you exactly how I give it to you. Don’t piss me off, I’m in such a giving mood, right now!” He snaked his other hand around her, tongue darting out to swirl around her clit. Sukuna grinned. In an attempt to get away, she only managed to shove herself further onto his cock.
“Sukuna please, I don’t…Please!”
“Short circuiting, and I’m not even close yet. Shall we see just how many times I can make you cry before I’m finally satisfied?” Her mind was melting, she didn’t care anymore. What was she even begging for? Him to stop? Or maybe she was begging him not to stop. She’d never been filled up like this before; even the pain was pleasurable now. All she could do was stand against this wall and take it, anyway. Her body relaxed against him slightly, and he grinned.
“Is there something you want from me, little sorcerer?” She bit her wobbly lip hard, trying to focus on his words.
“I want- I wanna cum.”
“That so?” She nodded with a whimper.
“Beg, and I’ll think about it.” She couldn’t even be bothered with the feelings of shame looming overhead. She wanted one thing, and if begging was all she needed to do to achieve it, well…
“Please I wanna cum.” She whined, hands flexing in his grasp.
“Beg more, you can do better than that.”
“Please Sukuna please I wanna cum, never wanted to cum so bad. Please make me cum on your cock please I-” She was a wailing mess, she didn’t care who heard her pleas, only that he might answer them. His tongue licked at her folds, snaking around his length to tease her from every side.
He rocked her into her second orgasm, reveling in the feeling of her tightening around him as she screamed.
God, he needed to feel it again. The way her walls fluttered around his thickness, trying to close around the strain of taking him. The feeling was maddening, and Sukuna was sure he could pull another one from her immediately, he just needed to pick up the pace as he rammed his cock harder into her.
The wet sound of his second mouth lapping at her, mixed with her moaning variations of his name and ‘fuck don’t stop’ was more than enough to catch the attention of anyone close by, and as absorbed as Sukuna was in this little game, he wouldn’t let his guard down. He was sure she didn’t even remember what they were here for anymore at this point. If the whites of her rolled eyes and the drool currently sliding down the wall where her face was pressed against it were any indication, anyway.
He could feel her whole body start to twitch and tighten, and he knew she was close again. Two orgasms in, and he knew her body so well already. He’d put that knowledge to good use later.
“Go ahead little sorcerer, scream for me.” And she came hard, walls clamping down on him, practically shoving him out while she did. It was enough to send him reeling, too. Hips slamming up into her, he sank his teeth into her shoulder as he finished with a growl. If they weren’t both so wrapped up in each other, they might have realized he growled ‘mine.’ He painted her insides in white hot ropes, stilling when the euphoria finished washing over him.
“If you think that was mind-numbing, just wait until I get ahold of you in my true form.” Sukuna whispered against the shell of her ear.
He pulled out with a groan, watching her whole body quiver as he did.
“Clean yourself up.” She finally looked back at him, brows knit. He ripped the sleeve off his jacket, handing it over to her. When she tried to pull it, his grip tightened, and he looked at her expectantly.
“Thank you…” She said quietly as she cleared her throat.
“Such a good girl for me already, I don’t even have to train you. I’ll be back, be ready to leave when I am.”
“Wait where-”
“There’s still a job to do here, isn’t there? I’ve got a curse to kill.” He smirked as he walked backwards up the hall.
Yuji wouldn’t be awake for a while, plenty of time for Sukuna to hide his prize. One of the many he planned on taking from her, he thought as he twirled the red panties on his finger.
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