#“I WISH I HADN'T BEEN BORN” B O Y

[rubberduckyrye]

YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND

I LOVE HIM SO FUCKING MUCH HE DESERVED BETTER

[chosos-mascara]

｡˚۰˚☽ K I N K T O B E R D A Y 9 ☽˚۰˚｡

Generous - Ryomen Sukuna

cw: degradation, blowjob, sorcerer y/n, curse sukuna, asphyxiation, dubcon, unprotected sex

You find the curse Sukuna, but your plans to exorcise him are interrupted by his own desires.

minors+ageless dni. 2.3k words

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yes i was listening to not the american average when i was drafting this 

Sukuna was unlike any curse you'd come across. His presence was unbelievably strong; just looking at him was beyond an ordinary person's understanding. There wasn't words to describe the aura you'd been subjected to, power, and with that, had been attraction. You'd known, and held onto the fact, he was evil. He was a killer, plain and simple. And, there was no way he would ever change sides. He'd be an awful being for the entirety of his life. That's who Sukuna was, and the energy he'd radiated had reflected that. 

He'd managed to escape the cell he'd been held in - the corporation hadn't been able to prepare for the abilities he'd encompassed. You were certain the only reason you were in his presence right now was because he'd wanted you to be. Even a powerful sorcerer such as Gojo would surely struggle in a fight with him - let alone a university student midway through their education. 

A task had been given to you by your mentor - one you'd known was a death wish. But, you'd been determined to prove your classmates wrong - you were worthy of your titles, despite being born into a non-sorcerer family. 

Now, before you he'd stood, in all his glory. Pink hair sat delicately on his head, tattoos etched into his skin. He'd taken his form as a human, a previous student named Yuji, but you'd heard stories of what he'd really looked like. Swallowing back the anxiety building in your throat, you took your stance, closed fisted and ready to give your all, or die trying. 

Sukuna smiled, his eyes meeting yours. He'd been sat on a stall in a bar, tracing the glass in front of him gracefully with his fingertips.  "You're going to do this here?" He spoke, staring at you. Looking around, the bar was dimly lit, mostly empty, a miserable worker serving drinks to the lacking customers. You didn't speak, only waiting for him to stand. He did, eventually, though his relaxed manner was a little insulting. Sukuna simply strolled over to you, placing a hand lightly on your shoulder.  "Come with me." He whispered into your ear, walking past you and out of the bar. You followed quickly, racing outside to see where the male had turned. The streets were empty, and Sukuna's pink hair had been clearly visible against the concrete and dull colours decorating the city. You followed as he walked into another establishment - this one looked to be abandoned. 

Stepping inside you realised your assumptions had been correct, an old stained carpet sitting under your shoes, dulled wallpaper peeling from the brick. There had been a few wooden tables with chairs stacked at the back, and a slot machine on the wall, but this had been the only furnishings inside. You'd been a little confused, why would he bring you here - away from people? As if Sukuna would have cared about injuring others - isn't that his whole shtick? 

You ignored the questions you'd had, putting your dominant leg back, pushing forward and warping in front of him to deliver your first blow. Your foot grazed his torso, but he had grabbed your ankle and pulled you, and in one fast movement, he had you backed up against the wall, his hand still gripping at your lower calf behind his back. 

He'd really dominated you the second you'd tried to fight him? Your nerves had gotten the better of you - this wasn't how things usually went, you were strong. Your mouth was agape as you'd racked your brain on how he'd managed to move fast and without your detection, unable to fathom what you'd just encountered. 

"I'm feeling generous," Sukuna spoke for the first time since you'd left the bar, pulling you from the calculations spinning around in your head. "If you can make this worth my time, I'll spare your life." You scrunched your face in confusion as he brought his free hand to your face, trailing a nail down your cheek.  "W-what do you mean?" You questioned, looking at him with confusion written over you. His eyes met yours once more.  "When I first saw you," He drew closer to you, pinching your cheek. "I knew you'd fuck like a whore." Sukuna pressed his abdomen into you, looking down at your furrowed expression, a grin across his face. 

You hadn't had the time to reply before he'd pulled at your blouse, a strong tug and the buttons had simply came off, your bra holding the last piece of dignity you'd had. You'd enjoyed his attention, and despite the moral obligation to reject his advances, you'd instead closed your eyes and allowed his hands to grip at your skin, cupping your covered breasts through the lingerie you'd picked out this morning - not that you'd planned to be seen by anyone but yourself.  "Letting a curse touch you like this?" He whispered, lips closing the distance between himself and your neck as he sucked at it, bruising the skin. "You must be a fucking slut." His hand let go of the leg he'd been gripping, moving to slap your cheek. You inhaled from shock - your eyes had been closed and you hadn't sensed any movement from him.  "You liked that, huh?" He laughed, holding your face between his finger and thumb. Your mouth was parted slightly, and he'd taken that as an invitation to push his index finger in, sliding it along your tongue to hit the back of your throat. You gagged as he pushed it, moving your head back against the wall. Your eyes watered as he removed it, moving to grab your hair as he stepped back, pulling you to your knees. The impact had hurt a little, but you didn't mind much, instead wondering what he was about to pull out from his pants. 

He took no time in unbuckling the belt he'd worn, moving his pants down to release his erection, pushing it into your mouth. You wrapped around him, kneeling with your hands holding yourself upright on your thighs, an attempt to steady yourself as he gave no mercy, maneuvering your head back and forth over himself. Now, both his hands were positioned at either side of your face, using your mouth as a toy.  "Look at me, slut." Sukuna spoke, your eyes trailing from the base of his cock to his stare. He looked at you through his own pleasure, groaning at the gaze you'd given him. The force he was giving had caused your eyes to water, your thick getting thicker with each gag, dripping down your chin. 

"You jujutsu sorcerers are always trouble," he grunted, tilting his head back and losing his composure for a moment before looking back down, his expression relaxed. "Maybe I should face fuck all of you." He slowed his pace, hands tightly holding you in place as he began to move his hips. "None of them will be so desperate for my cock,though. So quick to fall to your knees for me, slut." His voice was low, and through the haze you'd barely made out the words falling from his mouth, too focused on how he'd felt in your mouth, and looked towering over you, watching through half lidded eyes as he grew closer. He wouldn't admit how perfectly your mouth had sucked on his dick, or how good your face had looked stuffed full of him, eyes rolling back with each thrust, tears coating your cheeks when he'd go a little too far. 

Sukuna let a loud moan leave his lips, allowing his cum to fill your throat. You'd almost choked at the amount he'd fucked into your mouth, not allowing much room to breathe between the sloppy thrusts. He pulled back eventually, leaving you to fall forward as he'd no longer been supporting you. You sat up, wiping the drool from your face and swallowing back the remnants of his seed, looking at the floor you'd been knelt on. You couldn't face him after what you'd just allowed him to do. Allowing the curse Sukuna to face fuck you? You'd be unable to look your sensei in the eye again- this had to be the worst thing a sorcerer had done. 

"You should be grateful I didn't kill you for attempting to touch me. With a pathetic kick like that, you'd have done nothing anyway, brat." He turned around, crouching to meet you at eye level. His thumb traced a circle around your face as you'd finally regained the confidence to look at him. You had been at a loss for words, unable to process the events that had taken place.  "Such a confused little fool." He whispered once more, though from your lack of communication with him it had almost been as if he was talking to himself the entire time.  "Go home and tell your sensei that you allowed me to enter you, and use you like a whore. Tell them how you swallowed back my seed, and obeyed my commands." Sukuna laughed, though his soft movements on your face had contradicted the mean exterior he'd been giving off, offering you some comfort. 

You struggled to stand, feeling a little dizzy from the roughness you'd endured shortly before, but adamant to show your strength. Sukuna raised a brow at your movements, so quick to leave him? Maybe he'd actually gotten through to you with the words he'd chosen, perhaps you'd been easy to break. He wondered if you'd hated yourself for choosing to please him instead of fighting to death - as a sorcerer would be expected to. 

"You don't scare me, Sukuna." You spoke, holding together the pieces of your shirt he'd ripped apart at an attempt to keep any modesty you'd had left. The curse began laughing, in hysterics at your situation.  "Is that a challenge, little girl?" He questioned, within a second the softness he'd allowed through had evaporated, his hand attaching to your neck and pushing you back against the wall. You'd hit your head with his force, though chose to ignore the dull throbbing, instead scowling at him. 

"Maybe your dumb, whore brain doesn't see who she's fucking with?" Sukuna questioned, tightening his grip on your throat. The lack of oxygen passing through had made you feel light-headed, almost certain if he'd continued, you'd pass out.  "I can end your life, little girl." The room began to spin, your labored breathing barely making it to your lungs. 

Sukuna loosened his grip on you, holding you up as you'd almost collapsed.  "You'll just let me do anything to you, won't you brat? You don't even put up a fight." Sukuna pulled the knee length uniform skirt you'd been wearing upward, tugging down the shorts you'd worn beneath. You were still dazed from the asphyxiation, unable to protest to his advances, though feeling your stomach in knots, you weren't sure you'd have stopped him anyway. 

Sukuna pressed the head of his cock at your entrance, sliding into you with ease. Your vision had cleared up now, and you were back in the moment, no longer in the haze he'd forced you into.  "You're so wet for me, slut." Sukuna pushed his length deeper into you, your back arching against the wall he'd had you so tightly pressed against, legs wrapped around his hips. He spread you out around his cock, fucking into you with no remorse.  "You're fucked in the head." You managed to mumble out between his thrusts, pretending his pounds into your cunt weren't causing knots in your stomach, the friction from his waist moving against your pussy making your eyes water, each thrust grazing over your clit. You were aching to be touched.  "You're the one being fucked by a curse, brat. I can feel you tighten around me in pleasure." Sukuna's voice was low, his half lidded eyes staring at your contorting expression as he'd pushed in and out of your soft walls. 

"You want me to touch you?" Sukuna brought his lips to your ear, teeth grazing over the lobe. You nodded, eyes closed as you gripped his shoulders for support. A hand trailed down your stomach, lifting the material that had been pushed up to your thigh. His thumb brushed over your clit, Sukuna's cock still filling you to the brim as he began to carefully rub over you. A loud moan left your lips at the contact, his dick twitching in response.  "If I see your sorcerer friends, I'm going to tell them how I made you cream on my cock." Sukuna whispered, knowing you'd barely been listening to his words as each circle over you had you whining desperately, tightening your walls around him. You were close to coming for him. 

The familiar build up had occurred, until you'd finally fell over the edge, moaning his name and dropping your head forward, forehead connecting with his shoulder to shield your face from his gaze.  "What's your name, slut?" Sukuna asked, still fucking into you as your orgasm fizzled out.  "Y-y/n." You stuttered, lifting your head to rest against the wall behind you.  "I can't wait to tell your sensei about how well you took my cock, y/n." Sukuna laughed, as you rolled your eyes - as if you'd be able to go back to university following this. They'd probably kill you if they'd found out.

"Fuck-" Sukuna groaned, pushing deeper as he filled you with his white ropes, gripping at your hips tight enough to bruise you. He slowed down, eventually pulling out of you, letting you stumble back as he'd no longer been supporting you. Your skirt dropped down, covering your lower half as you regained your posture, Sukuna already fully presentable while you'd been wearing a ripped uniform, disheveled hair and tear streaked cheeks.