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You’re sitting at a crossroad, sighing deeply as you curl your toes in anticipation. You can hear the chirp of grasshoppers and the noisy singing of cicadas as it turns dusk.
You trace crude symbols in the dirt pathway, waiting patiently. You’ve burried the box. It holds a strand of your now jagged hair and the foot bone of a black cat. Your eyes are heavy when a sudden movement startles you.
There’s a man infront of you, too tall to be human, like some monster in a yaoi. He’s clad in dark robes and the most distinguishing feature has to be his four arms— that or the large mass on the side of his face you have no words to describe. Your cheeks flush, hidden in the dark night sky.
“H-hello.”
You stutter in a shaky breath, staring at his peachy hair and dark symbols.
“Why did you summon me?”
His voice is strong, no room for chatter or even simple greetings.
“I want to make a deal.”
The words are shaky, eyes locked onto his as the moon illuminates your soft face and strong features.
The grin that spreads across his mouth is animalistic. He takes a few steps forward till he’s towering over your form.
You’re in no means small and this man has dwarfed you.
You suppress the shudder as you stare up at his with shiny, vibrant eyes.
“I want you to give me power. Enough power to destroy a special grade curse.”
His mouth quirks up as he runs a forked tongue along his too sharp teeth.
“Let’s make a deal..”
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You would say you have no idea how you ended up here but that would be a brutal lie. You’re still clad in clothes, propped on an inhumanly large bed, watching the man, whose you’d learned name was Sukuna, walk around the room carefully.
It’s not much of a buildup considering what you know is about to come and your face flushes in awkward embarrassment.
You sigh when he finally starts to approach you and your yelp is audible when he grabs your hips and pulls you to the edge of the bed so he can dwarf your frame.
He grins, “what a pretty little puppy. So eager for his prize.”
The taunt is unexpected and makes you flush with embarrassment. You need to be the strongest, it’s a call deep in your veins.
You strangle down a whimper when he starts to unbutton your jujitsu uniform, popping one of the buttons off carelessly.
The pale expanse of your well tones chest is exposed and he takes a second to marvel at it. He grins, pushing you so you’re propped on your elbows nearly laying down and licks your abs.
You flush down to your groin, tensing your bottom half and sucking in a deep breath. He looks up at you from over where is forked tongue is digging into every crevasse of your built muscle, running over your nipples occasionally to draw out a breathy moan or a startled gasp.
He bites down on your right nipple gently, grinning as he twists it around in his mouth to watch you squirm, finally letting go with a pop of his mouth.
You’re already achingly hard in your pants, his fingers kneading the bulge softly, drawing out tiny whimpers.
“Ah, ahh! Please!” You cry a bit, flushed with your eyes screwed tightly shut.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard the only word you will remember is Sukuna.” He whispers in your ear, biting at it playfully and chewing his way down your neck to suckle and lick at it, still using one hand to knead your groin and the other to twist and play with your over sensitive nipple, the other two glued to your waist, keeping you stationary.
You let out a short cry when he bites down hard on your jugular, twisting a bit.
He licks his lip at the metallic taste of blood and all of his fondling has worked you up enough to the point you’re about to come.
He can see it in the way you tense and your eyes screw shut, and suddenly all of the warmth of his body is gone.
You streak in agitation, so pained at being denied your release as he chirps and coos over you.
“I’m so sorry puppy, you only get to come when I say, ya?”
His grin widens as you babble, “Yes, yes! Please I’ll be good, please let me.!”
He sighs, waiting a bit for you to get less worked up, still hard, and begins to take off your navy pants, he strips off your boxers till your naked and he’s still clad in clothing.
He takes a second to admire your cock, running sharp fingernails on its underside gently.
He looks at you as if for permission and decides he’s already gotten that factor, lowering his head onto your dick, taking it in his mouth. He licks a stripe on the underside, bobbing his head and hollowing out his cheeks to get a rise out of you.
The sharp babbles and moans only dig him further as he pops of your cock and gives it a quick kiss before you can come.
“Please, please!! I’m being so good!”
You shriek, whimpering when he holds your thrashing body still and kisses away your agitation.
“I know, you’re being such a good boy”
He mocks you, delighted at the heat that fills your body and the twist of your gut.
He waits once again for you to calm down, murmuring praises in your ears as he waits. He is sweating from the heat and simple atmosphere of the room. He picks you up with one arm to move you, one of the other three going into the drawer beside his bed to produce a bottle of lube. He sets you down further onto the bed and climbs on after you, smiling at your flushed body, your cock red and hard as a brick.
You shreds off his shirt and your whole breathing pauses, the expanse of his chest is chiseled, large but note annoyingly bulky. What draws almost all your interest is the large maw in his midriff. You star at its sharp teeth and are yanked out of your though when cold line is being poured on your whole.
Sukuna has propped you up, your head on the mattress,— he’ll find a pillow later— and his arms support your back that he’s lifted so he can get access to your plump hole.
It winks as you shrivel in embassmeny and you nearly scream when a finger is prodding at your entrance.
You’ve fingered yourself many a time, but his fingers are huge, one is probably the equivalent to two if not three of your own.
“Ah, ahh! Sukuna!!” You whimper as he slowly starts thrusting his finger into your hole, careful as he curls and searches till he finds that sweet spot.
Your prostate isn’t hard to find and when he curls to massage it you shake violently. Nearly your whole body comes off the mattress, you’re only seeing white, thick ropes of come painting your belly. Your toes curl and your fingers grab onto his sheets as you moan in dazed pleasure.
This is heaven.
The problem is he dosne stop, he rocks you through your organs with a steady finger, occasionally rubbing over your prostate and continuing his work.
You think he’ll leave you alone when he pulls out and shudder as you hear a belt buckle click.
“I’m done, I can’t–“ you wheeze.
“Yes you can puppy. You’ve already disobeyed my order, not you need a punishment.” His voice is stern as he flips you over, your face down and ass up as he stares at the smooth expanse of your muscled back.
He loops the belt once and you can’t help but scream when the first lash hits you, right on your upper thighs, too close.
“Ahh! Please, I’m sorry!”
You sob.
“Not enough.” His voice is gruff, deep in way you didn’t know it could, and if you turned around, you’d see that his eyes are glowing with heat.
“You’re going to count each one of them and thank me after, got it?” He breathes into your ear, giving it a quick nip.
“Ye-yes!”
The next lash is violent, not yet overlapping with the earlier one.
“Two.. thank you.” You whine, tears pricking in your pretty eyes.
The next few lashes are places perfectly, meticulously arranged to not hit any of the others and cause unnecessary pain.
The final one is straight over the freshest lash, catching atleast two other old ones.
You collapse forward, crying as you smear snot on his sheets and hiccup out your words. “11, thank you.”
He grins, thankful off his work as he climbs onto the bed and pulls you to cradle against his chest. He holds you and soothes you for the time it takes you to calm down.
He’s staring at you, mostly your eyes. They look so beautiful red rimmed and teary and ruined.
He flips you back over, careful to avoid as many sore, aching areas as possible though it’s inevitable as he adds in a finger again.
You’re painstakingly hard once again as he curls and uncurls his fingers, focused solely on your sweet spot.
You won’t come, you can’t! You don’t think you’ll survive another punishment.
You gasp when he adds in a second finger, scissoring you open carefully before adding a third. The stretch is painful but atleast he’s prepping you for what’s to come.
He lets you flip over and face him when he’s taking off his pants and boxers. He’s kissing you, keeping you distracted from the fact that two large, 9 inch cocks have just sprung from his boxers.
He’s licking at your salty tears and keeping your face on his as he purrs about how good you’re being.
It comes as a surprise when he’s poking into your entrance. He’s stretched you enough the entrance isn’t horrible, but he can see the tears pricking at the corner of your eyes. He’s grinning, satisfied in some sick way about this.
You suck in deep breaths and stutter out small begs, flipping your head back when he bottoms out. Your feet clench as you curl your fingers into his biceps, all four of his hands in you at once. Holding your head, playing with your hair, rubbing your chest. He’s everywhere at once.
He gives you a minute to adjust to the pull before he starts to push in and out. The pace is painfully slowly and every time he nearly slips all the way out to thrust back in. His second dick is against yours, slowly frotting, his large hand wrapped around them so that he can rub you off.
You’re so close, to close for comfort, thrashing and moaning as his movements become more rapid, more sloppy.
You’re going to come, you know it. And he lets you, he pounds you through your orgasm, still rubbing your sensitive cock with his own.
He’s chasing his high and he follows you over the edge, pulling out just before he comes, leaving thick ropes covering your slender abdomen.
He grins, leaning down to lick at your abdomen and leave a final bite on your collarbone before standing.
He’s left you in the bed in your own pleasure, still coming down from your high as you writhe. He’s dressing himself and cleaning off. Now he’s just in sweatpants and nothing else, watching you.