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you knew the warnings. you went to him anyway.
countless rumors surround the evil that is ryomen sukuna - the danger, the empty promises that end in ruin. used. discarded. forgotten.
and still, the moment he laid his eyes on you, you knew you would follow.
searching around an old dilapidated shrine, you have no luck. you don't even know what you're looking for or why you've come all the way out here. the nagging desire to run away picks away at you, but you remain glued to the area.
eyes following random noises, you note the lack of daylight that remains. there's no birds here, but you can hear crickets and cicadas echoing out alongside the leaves of the dying trees whipping around.
sudden silence hits so hard that your ears almost ring, and you feel him before you see him. his presence feels like a nightmare come to life, and your nerves shoot up. fight or flight hits, eyes looking around the general area.
"looking for something?" it's him.
before you can react or respond, he's in front of you. he doesn't give you time to answer. the question was a formality, a cat toying with a cornered mouse. he's so close you can feel the unnatural heat radiating from him, a scent of ozone and old, dried blood filling your lungs.
four arms, you note with a detached sort of terror. two are crossed over his chest, a picture of arrogant ease. the other two... one reaches out, not to touch you, but to pluck a dead leaf from your hair. he holds it between two sharp, black nails, and it crumbles to dust in his grasp.
"you're afraid." he observes, voice deep enough to cause a rumble through your bones. "but that's not all, is it?" his upper arms uncross, and one hand comes to rest on the base of your throat, not squeezing, just a weight that anchors you completely.
you shake your head, swallowing thickly at the friction on your throat. he leans in, his face so close to yours you can feel the ghost of his breath on your lips. "tell me, little one. what do you pray for in a place like this?"
you can't speak. your throat is tight, a knot of pure, undiluted want and terror. your body is screaming at you to run, but your soul, the part of you that led you here, is screaming at you to stay. to submit.
his thumb presses into your throat - not enough to hurt, just enough to remind you how easily he could. "you should run. your heart, it's racing. your body knows better than your mind."
one of his lower hands drifts, trailing slowly down the center of your chest. heat radiates from his palm, close enough that your skin prickles in anticipation. fingers dip lower, grazing at the fabric at your waist.
"yet you're still here."
the other hand at your throat tilts your head back slightly, exposing you to him completely. vulnerable. waiting.
still, you say nothing. fear, no, arousal. you can't come up with anything to say to him as you stand here, finally face to face with what will be the downfall of your simple life.
one of his hands brace against the shrine pillar beside your head, another resting possessively at your hip. you're caged in now, without any force required.
"you want to be ruined," he says, voice quieter now. he can feel the way your pulse throbs beneath his thumb, leaning in closer until his nose brushes against your jaw.
he lets out a low, vibrating huff of a laugh against your skin, a sound of pure, dark satisfaction. he's won, and he hasn't even had to use a fraction of his strength.
"i can taste it on you," he murmurs, his lips dragging along the sensitive line of your neck. "the desperation. you didn't come here to ask for a favor. you came here to see if i was as cruel as the stories say."
the hand at your hip tightens, his fingers digging into the flesh with a bruising pressure that makes your breath hitch. he pulls you flush against him, and the heat is agonizing - a feverish, unnatural warmth that seems to melt the very marrow of your bones. the metal of his rings and the rough texture of his markings are a sensory overload against your skin.
"look at me," he commands.
your eyes fly to meet his, meeting all four of those burning dark eyes. arrogance floods into them, but you notice the starving, predatory hunger. it makes you weak in the knees.
"good," he hums, voice low and satisfied. "i don't enjoy breaking things that don't listen to me."
the hand braced beside your head slides upward, fingers curling into the wood of the shrine pillar. the old timber splinters under minimal pressure, cracks spidering outward from where his claws rest. a silent reminder.
he could tear this entire place apart. he could tear you apart.
instead, he presses his own body closer, heat swallowing every inch of space between you. the air feels thinner, harder to breathe.
his lower hand, the one that had been drifting at your waist, suddenly hooks under your thigh, hoisting your leg up and pinning it against his hip. the movement is so fast it makes your head swim, forcing you to cling to his broad shoulders just to keep your balance.
he leans down, his mouth hovering just over yours. you can feel the sharp edges of his teeth as he speaks, the heat of his breath making your vision blur. "i won't just use you and forget about you, little one."
his upper hand leaves the splintered pillar to tangle firmly in your hair, tilting your face up at an agonizingly perfect angle."i'll make sure to etch myself into you so deeply you can't remember what it felt like to be normal."
his mouth crashes into yours, a brutal, possessive force that leaves no room for tenderness. it's a punishment and a reward all at once. his tongue invades, tasting, claiming, mapping you as his territory. the hand on your throat tightens just enough to make your head spin, to restrict your airflow and heighten every other sensation.
his hands are anything but still, wandering all over you in a way no human being could ever compare to. ripping at your clothes without hesitation, tearing through your pants easily. the fabric falls down onto the ground below, pooling at your feet.
another hand slides up your thigh, fingers dipping into the lace of your panties as he laughs against your lips. your panties are so wet, a dark patch formed into the cotton portion.
"look at you," he growls, pulling back just enough to speak, his four arms now caging you in. "so eager to be ruined." he shoves two fingers inside you without warning, and the sudden, full intrusion makes you cry out.
one hand tears your panties off, as the other continues it's rough thrusting. curling his fingers, stroking a spot inside you that makes your vision white out.
"tell me who you belong to," he commands, his voice low and hypnotic as he pumps his fingers in and out of you, his thumb working your clit with ruthless precision. your knees buckle, but the arm at your throat and the one around your waist hold you up, suspending you between pleasure and helplessness.
"you," you gasp out, voice cracking. "i belong to you."
"good girl." he smirks, fingers retracting from your hole so quickly that you're whimpering at the sudden loss. he pushes you down onto the ground roughly, knees hitting the loose stones hard as pain rips through you.
he pulls at his pants, and his cock bursts out. your eyes widen at it, thick and long with veins protruding all along the base. your mouth nearly waters at the sight, biting down on your bottom lip.
the tip brushes into your lips and you eagerly lick away at it, feeling two of his hands gather your hair and tug at it to pull you in closer. you lean in, sucking hard as the tip hits your throat.
you gag around his length, eyes watering as he begins brutally fucking your throat. you struggle to breathe as he sets his pace, spit pooling at the corners of your mouth and spilling out onto your chin and down your chest.
you let him abuse your mouth for a bit longer, vision going blurry from the lack of oxygen. that doesn't stop you, not until you feel his balls tighten as they slap into your chin and he's pulling you off.
you wipe at the spit on your face with the back of your hand, but two arms lift you up and slam your back into the pillar behind you. your lips meet once more, his teeth biting into your lower lip as you cry out.
sloppy tongues thrashing together, he runs his hands all along your button up top before he rips it off just as easily as the rest of your clothes. your bra goes next, and you're fully naked in front of him now.
he pulls back to stare at your tits, hands reaching out at them and kneading them in his hands. he smirks down at you, and as he stares at your gaped mouth he spits into it like it's nothing.
your thighs tremble at the action, heat pooling within you deeper. you swallow his spit while staring into his eyes, licking your lips while his hands wander all over you.
he pulls at your body and turns you around, ass in the air and waiting for anything to happen. you feel the tip of his cock prod at your hole, and without warning he thrusts in. filling you up in one smooth move, you moan out at the painful but still satisfying sensation.
your eyes roll into the back of your head as he sets a pace that's otherworldly, one set of hands gripping onto your hips hard while another hand pulls your hair. the last one reaches around and plays with your clit.
each thrust has your body slamming into the stone, aching pain that you can't be bothered to focus on when he's filled you up so good. this was everything you could've hoped it'd be, you realize, as your climax builds up quickly.
you're moaning out his name, voice lulling with each thrust. skin slapping into skin echoes out in the open space, and the smell of burnt incense and sex fills your senses.
you feel him lean forward at a new angle now, crying out at the feeling of his teeth sinking into the skin on the back of your neck. your orgasm approaches you pathetically fast, slamming into you in a way that has a scream rip out of your throat as you convulse on his cock.
"that's it- fuck!" he growls out, thrusts becoming unstable as your walls clench around him so good. his pace somehow picks up faster, and you're actually screaming now as he fucks into you and hits a spot that has you seeing stars.
your breathy moans turn into mewls as you somehow cum harder, feeling a sudden wetness hit your thighs and stream down your legs. he growls at the feeling, stilling suddenly as he fills your pussy up with his cum.
he fucks into you, prolonging his own orgasm as he does so, before pulling out of you slowly. you can feel the wetness spill out of you, a mix of cum and your own fluids as you try to catch your breath.
legs shaking, he pulls you around to stare at him, using his arms to stabilize you. "you're mine now. you're not leaving here ever again."