Archive of Our Own ^beta

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Day 1: Tease

Day 2: Aftercare 

Day 3: Teratophilia

Day 4: Jealousy

Day 5: Hookers

Day 6: Sixtynine

Day 7: Body Writing

Day 8: Lingerie

Day 9: Masturbation

Day 10: Overstimulation

Day 11: Spanking

Day 12: Shower Sex

Day 13: Restraints

Day 14: Shibari

Day 15: Sex Pollen

Day 16: Reward

Day 17: Lap Dances

Day 18: Begging

Day 19: Scent

Day 20: In Heat

Day 21: Deepthroat

Day 22: Double Penetration

Day 23: Being Forced To Kneel

Day 24: Tender

Day 25: Creampie

Day 26: Pregnancy

Day 27: Micro/Macro

Day 28: Dirty Talk

Day 29: Edging

Day 30: Cunnilingus

Day 31: Tattoos

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Ryomen Sukuna didn’t expect much when he received an invitation from Kenjaku to discuss a new development in Tokyo. He never expected much of anything from anyone.

So when he was informed that the location of their meeting would take place in some secluded, seedy club that smelled of alcohol and bodily fluids, he hadn’t expected anything of it either.

Yet, as he sat lounging on a leather chair across from Kenjaku, a drink in hand while paying only half attention— she appeared.

Sukuna looked up at her and everything else began to fade away.

Her bare shoulders shimmering beneath the dim lighting, the silver gown that clung to her every curve and outlined the graceful sweep of her hips, that neckline that accentuated the subtle rise and fall of her chest, the pink paint of her lips that curved into a secret smile…

Her bright sapphire eyes glittered as she stood over him on his right side. Then, with deliberate slowness, she lowered herself, her hand grazing his shoulder as she slid down, and he moved his arm to make room for her. With a contented sigh, she leaned into him, resting her cheek against his shoulder as deft fingers took the drink he had been holding. His palm found purchase on her hip instead.

Someone was speaking, but Sukuna couldn’t care less.

Not when her hand was on his chest, tugging at the buttons of his shirt. Not when she lifted herself slightly, pressing featherlight kisses on the burned half of his face—his neck, cheek, even the useless ear. Each kiss barely grazed his skin, and yet ignited tensions in his body that only grew with each passing second.

Sukuna groaned quietly.

Then all too soon she removed herself, slipping off the chair in one graceful movement as she righted herself, then sauntered away as though it’d all been in his head.

But then she stopped, glanced back at him with a look that made his body feel feverish, before disappearing around the corner.

Ignoring the protests behind him, he stood abruptly and followed her path.

Ryomen Sukuna didn't expect much of anything, but he hadn’t expected that— and now he was expecting much, much more.

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Ella whined softly as a hot, wet tongue slid over the skin of her neck.

“No… please no licking, darling. You’ll only make me stickier…”

If the large man cradling her body heard her, he gave no indication as he continued to lap gently at the bite marks blooming at her neck. Her body was littered with bite marks, in fact— and some.

Sukuna hummed as he obliged her briefly by kissing the lobe of her ear, nuzzling her hair. “Mmm, you weren’t complaining before. I was under the impression you were enjoying yourself,” he mumbled into her ear. One pair of hands gently trailed up and down her sides, while another held her close against him, squeezing.

“That was before,” Ella grumbled. “Now it makes me feel unpleasantly sticky.” Even as she voiced her protest, she turned her head to give him room to press more kisses and licks onto her neck.

“Mmm,” Sukuna hummed noncommittally. 

He rolled them over so he was above her, pressing down just enough of his weight to pin her beneath him. Despite her misgivings, Ella moaned as the mouth on his stomach licked her back, and Sukuna grinned against her hair.

“Bathe with me, woman.”

“If I bathe with you neither of us will get clean.”

“Only when I’m not run dry.”

“And are you?” Ella smiled back at him through half-lid eyes. “Are you run dry?”

Sukuna chuckled softly as he sat up, hefting her up in his arms as he started towards the outdoor bath, her soft laughter like wind chimes.

“Let’s find out.”

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Ryomen Sukuna was not a conventional man.

He wasn't conventional in the way he spoke, the way he behaved, the way he ate, the way he decided whose life mattered and whose did not.

But what most tend to notice first was how unconventional he looked.

It certainly didn't escape Ella's notice that he had four arms, that he had additional eyes, or even the large mouth above his belly.

It didn't escape her notice that he stood more than a chest above anyone else, his large stature covered in inky tattoos.

By all conventional standards: Ryomen Sukuna was a monster.

“Kuso, Ella…”

Yet none of that mattered when Ella knelt between his thighs, palms pressed against his belly as her lips moved against his— his second pair of lips, beneath his chest.

The way they made love was also unconventional.

Ella sucked on a bottom lip, biting, before moving her head and repeating the action for the top lip. Sukuna grunted above her, and she didn't need to look to know that he had thrown his head back. The large hands resting on her head and back trembled.

“Ngh!”

She smiled against his lips, then moaned when a thick tongue filled her mouth. She began sucking eagerly, nearly imitating the motions she'd perform for a different part of his anatomy. With the way he was reacting, she would have thought they were the same. “Mmm.”

More groans and sighs came from above her, and Ella managed to press a kiss against his mouth again, pushing against his tongue. Her hands rubbed up and down his waist. Tracing. Teasing. In return, the penis that was pushed against her stomach twitched, and the one beneath her echoed its reaction.

That's right. He had two of those, as well.

Ryomen Sukuna was by nature unconventional. 

And she supposed that, in a way, so was she.

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“Bonjour mister Ryomen! It’s been a while. Care for some vintage milk? It’s still warm~ ”

“Where is she?”

Satoru Gojo gave a huff as he downed the rest of his drink, handing off his cup to a passing girl. He slid off the tabletop and began to casually count the roll of bills Sukuna had thrown at him. “It's always straight to business with you, huh?”

Sukuna gave no response save for an impatient rumble. 

“Or maybe,” Satoru grinned as he pocketed the money. “You’re just thirsty for a different kind of milk, am I right?”

Sukuna would have collared the pimp if Satoru hadn’t quickly sidled away, hand raised as he focused on a different corner of the room.

“Cinderella, ma pépette, it’s your favourite admirer!” 

Sukuna’s breath caught when he finally saw her.

She was among another group of women when Gojo beckoned her over. Her lips turned upwards as she pulled away from the group and made her way towards him.

Gojo pulled her close, speaking into her ear and Sukuna frowned.

That pimp was standing too close, touching her too much, and speaking to her too long for his liking. His fingers dug into his sleeves and he grit his teeth. What were they like when he wasn’t around? Was it just business, or was that white-haired bastard a pervert too? 

And what did that make Sukuna, indulging in said business?

By the time Gojo returned with his woman in tow, he hadn’t realised how dark his expression had become until she had softly spoken his name.

“Is everything alright?” she asked quietly.

Immediately the tension built up inside him dissipated, only to be replaced by a different need when she smiled up at him. She reached for his arm and he let her lead him away. Past Gojo, past a locked door and into a dark room where they were alone.

“Ah… Sukun— ngh!”

Whatever ill thoughts of Gojo, of business, or of whatever frustration that had stewed in his head were left at the door as Sukuna lost himself in Ella’s mouth, her legs around his hips and her nails scratching red lines across his back.

At least here, in this seedy club on stained mattresses, his name a mantra from her lips, this golden-haired woman was completely his and his alone.

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“He bought you out.”

Cinderella looked at the woman beside her. She was also one of Gojo’s employees— Kagura was her name. Though not as fluent as Gojo, she was one of the few others that could speak a little French, and had been patient with teaching Cinderella better Japanese. Unlike Cinderella, she had to go looking for customers. Men in want of company to spend the night with. Or just a few minutes. 

Before the Frenchwoman could ask what she meant, Kagura continued. “That big yakuza with the burnt face. The one that likes you especially.” She snatched the lipstick from the gaping Cinderella’s fingers. 

“Rin overheard them talking last night. Ryomen and Gojo, after he left your room.” Without so much as a glimpse at Cinderella’s reaction, she kept her focus on the mirror and painted her lips. 

“Gojo made him pay monthly just so other men don’t get you.”

Finally, Kagura glanced at Cinderella’s reflection and smirked when she saw her face reddening and eyes growing wide. 

“W-what? Wait, does that mean…”

“It means he wants to be the only man to fuck you.” Kagura smacked her finished lips with a pop. A high-pitched eep sounded from beside her.

She turned to face the profusely blushing Cinderella, whose blue eyes couldn’t seem to settle on anything before falling to her hands in a fluster. Kagura grinned.

“Lucky gaijin girl.”

With that, the Japanese woman sashayed out of the small booth and into the club. Pulling out a cigar, she was just lighting it when she spotted a rather large figure enter the building, pink hair standing out even in the dim lighting. Dark eyes seemed searching, passing without a pause over her before scanning the rest of the room. 

She inhaled deeply of her cigar before blowing out a lazy cloud of smoke. Then again, it wasn’t like Gojo was planning on selling the Frenchwoman out to anyone else. Ryomen Sukuna was infamous enough that even her boss didn’t want to cross him accidentally if it could be avoided. 

Kagura huffed when she saw him glance past her, soon followed by a soft gasp behind her.

Lucky gaijin girl, indeed.

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Night blanketed the shrine. Moonlight poured through open windows, and nary a lamp was lit— save for one room. A single flame flickered, casting a gentle orange glow across turning pages, ink pots and brushes. In the loud quiet, only shallow breathing and the husky murmurs of a man could be heard.

“This?”

“Grove.”

“And this?” 

A feminine voice drew a shuddering breath. 

“Kinko,” a male voice whispered sternly.

“...Forest.”

“Mm.” Sukuna dragged a hand down her thigh and squeezed appreciatively. “Good.”

He readjusted Ella’s legs around his waist, his erect cock flush against her ass where he knelt in front of her. He dipped his brush into the ink and turned to her other thigh. He loved the way she shivered against him whenever the bristles touched her skin. 

A perfect canvas— just for him to paint however he pleased.

“Sun,” Ella breathed. She squeezed her eyes shut and tossed her head to the side, chest heaving with exertion. Sweat mingled with ink, creating blotches of stains on her pale skin. “Shell—”

Above her Sukuna growled, and Ella cried when his hips snapped sharply against hers, large fingers pinching a nipple. 

“E-Eye!” she quickly corrected. A tear slid down the side of her face. From pain or pleasure? It felt like that line blurred some time ago.

Sukuna hummed his satisfaction. Seeing her wince, he bent down awkwardly to press a tender kiss against her brow, then beneath her eye. 

“That’s it, Kinko,” he murmured, sliding a hand up her stomach. “That’s my clever woman.” 

Moving back but still looming over her, he glided the brush across her chest. What had originally begun as a lesson in calligraphy somehow turned into a rather more intimate arrangement. Still, if this helped his woman learn, who was he to deny both their wants? 

“Ready?” he asked.

She opened her eyes to look up at him and Sukuna felt himself grow painfully hard, and he wondered again who exactly was being punished by this ‘lesson’.

“Hai, Sukuna-sama.”

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“Wait. What is that?”

Sukuna glowered impatiently when Satoru suddenly slid in his way, his stupid sunglasses jutting on his nose as he pointed towards Sukuna’s side. “Move, Gojo. You have your money and I’ve had my fuck,” he growled out. Sukuna had slept in longer than he’d planned to— which was becoming more frequent when he was with her— and he didn’t want to deal with Satoru’s shenanigans right now.

“No, I mean…” 

Before he could react, the pimp snatched something from the waist of his pants. 

“What is this doing here?” Satoru chuckled.

The heat that flared up Sukuna’s neck and onto his face was so unexpected that Ryomen Sukuna blanked out for but a mere second, before swiftly yanking the article of clothing from Satoru’s fingers, part of him wishing he’d punched the stupid grin off his face instead.

“None of your business.” Sukuna quickly stuffed the scandalous material into the pocket of his sleeve before shoving past the still-grinning souteneur.

“Eh, it actually is my business. That’s Gojo property, monsieur,” Satoru jeered as he watched Sukuna leave out the door, feigning outrage as he waved him off. “I have to pay for that, y’know!”

Sukuna slammed the door behind him.

Outside, Uraume stood waiting with head bowed. When they glanced at his face, they raised a curious brow, but asked nothing, much to Sukuna’s relief. “Good morning, Sukuna-sama.”

Sukuna only grunted in response.

Letting his second-in-command lead the way, Sukuna hung back by just a small distance. He fingered the silky garment in his sleeve, then huffed in bemusement. How that ended up on his person, he had no idea. Maybe he’d been in too much of a rush getting dressed that he’d accidentally grabbed it?

Nonetheless, when later on that same day, sitting by himself in his room with Cinderella’s lacy lingerie tentatively pressed against his nose like some damn pervert— he wouldn’t complain.

Maybe next time he’ll ‘accidentally’ take another, as well.

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Sukuna took pride in the mastering of his body.

His arms. His eyes. The mouth on his stomach. His cursed technique.

He’d done it all on his own. No one for guidance, none for company. Learned to control every part of himself to survive. To kill. To win. To indulge in sex was for maggots that lacked control. But this…

Sukuna rested his chin on top of Ella’s head, breaths coming out shaky as he sought to control his breathing. Yet with Ella nestled against him, her own breaths intermingling with his, he found that control slipped easily from his grasp now.

Instead in its place was his cock— two, that he pumped slowly, achingly so, as one pair of his eyes watched Ella. Watched her watch him. Watched him touch himself while her own hand delved between her legs.

It was a part of his body he never imagined needed mastering. But this strange, yellow-haired gaijin woman had a funny way of surprising him.

“Sukuna-sama…”

Sukuna hissed. Just the sound of her voice made him want to cum.

“Is this… how you... want it?” Ella breathed softly, nestling against his chest. Her eyes never left the two cocks he stroked. “...How you want me to touch you?”

Sukuna grit his teeth and it was all he could do to not immediately finish. How could she still sound so innocent, so unaffected when they were both like this? Exposed and naked until not a single secret remained uncovered.

But she was affected. He took a male pleasure in that. He knew it in the way she whimpered. The way her nails dug into his wrist as she squirmed restlessly, moans spilling from her lips as she pressed closer to him. The way she kissed his throat. The way she touched herself so shamelessly. The way she showed him how to touch her.

So, when he finally let go of his cocks and sought her folds instead, her dainty fingers replacing his as he spread her legs apart, heard her cries reach a crescendo as he finally came in her hands…

He would let her master this. This part of him. As long as he could have all of her.

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Uraume readjusted their grip on the food tray, then eyed the sliding door to Lord Sukuna’s room. 

Well, Lord Sukuna and Ella’s room.

Those two have been quiet for a while now. Uraume even made sure to wait until nightfall before bringing refreshments. Refreshments Uraume was certain Miss Ella needed.

Uraume took a deep breath, before cracking the door open. They heard soft snoring, and finally braved a step inside. 

They crinkled their nose.

Miss Ella’s arm was draped over Lord Sukuna’s wide chest. Her body was nestled comfortably against his side, while Lord Sukuna had an arm or two around her. A futon blanket barely covered their sleeping forms. Together they made a cosy and content picture.

It made Uraume cringe.

Miss Ella appeared alright. She was smiling quite contently, even. Just leave the tray by the foot of the futon then leave.

But before they could retreat out of the room, a dazed voice rumbled out their name. Uraume winced.

Turning reluctantly slow on their heel, Uraume bowed. “Good evening, Lord Sukuna.”

Sukuna wiped a hand over his face with a groan. “Mm… it’s evening already?”

“Yes, Lord Sukuna.”

A tired sigh rumbled through Sukuna’s chest. He looked at the sleeping woman beside him, absentmindedly rubbing a strand of her yellow hair between his fingers.

The tatami mats were very interesting right now. “If… you don’t need anything, my lor—”

“She wore me out ragged, you know?”

Uraume’s eyes slid shut. No. No, please.

“She rode me like I was some pack animal. Like a beast of burden.” Sukuna tucked the strand behind Ella’s ear, caressing her cheek as he did so. “And when I thought it was over, she’d pounce on me like some fiend and force me past limits I never thought existed.” He covered the hand lying on his chest with his own.

“Do you know how tightly this woman’s body could squeeze? I never imagined such pain and pleasure could coexist in any moment.”

The slight tremor in Lord Sukuna’s voice made Uraume think that there had been more pain than pleasure.

“This small thing,” Sukuna nuzzled the top of Ella’s hair, and Uraume felt ill. “Handling both my cocks like a bladesman.”

Uraume raised their hands and covered their ears.

“And her mouth. Uraume, she—”

“Forgive me, my lord.” Uraume couldn’t leave the room fast enough. “I b-believe I left something over the fire. I wouldn’t want to burn it.” 

Uraume thought they heard Miss Ella stirring, but they weren’t sticking any longer for whatever came next.

They spent the rest of the night in the kitchen, and every night after for three days straight until Miss Ella questioned their new sleeping arrangement— then promptly apologised.

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Sorry I missed a whole bunch of days... I got a little depressed and started working 12 hours shifts

I'll wait until the month ends and if I don't throw in anymore... than that's it u_u 

So sorry whanau