Yan!King!Sukuna x Reader : My Lil' Pet Girl

III

Another day of you curled on Sukuna's bed, waiting for him to come back. You didn't know where he went on days like this, usually he just says 'out of the castle'. 

     The door opened to your king, the curse standing there with an expectant gesture. You slipped off the bed to greet him, walking slowly up to the being and allowing him to pick you up in his hold. He praised you with a gentle scritch to your head, "You're learning so well. I'm proud of you."

     You never knew if he really meant that or not. He said he loved when you obeyed him blindly, yet he would also coo at any excuse to punish you. You had a few scars and bruises from him 'playing roughly', sometimes he'd take things too far then use his energy to heal you. One of your least favourite days was when he threw you against the wall and left you with broken ribs for half a day because you tried to climb out of one of the windows while he was talking to a council member. You were wheezing and ready to die when he decided to come back to your poor heap and fix you. 

     "I found something for you today," he told you, reaching into his robe and pulling out a dainty trinket. He carried you to the large mirror, standing you in front of him so he could put it on you. It was a thin, gold chain with letters spaced out on it - a pretty collar. He pulled your hair back so you could gaze at the glimmering object, smiling down at you, "Can you read?" You shook your head 'no', never being taught to. "It says 'Sukuna's'. You know what that means, right?" He leaned low to your ear, growling deeply, "It means you're mine. You belong to me. Say it."

       It was always weird to say aloud, admitting something so horrifying and humiliating. Still, with a trembling voice, you obeyed, "I belong to only you, Sukuna."

     Sukuna seemed satisfied, stroking your hair in appraisal, "Good little slut. Now come, I'm aroused and still have work to do."

King Sukuna loves having you at the throne. He'll listen to whatever he has to, often things you can't understand, while you please him. Right now you were kneeling between his spread legs, giving little kitten licks up his large, erected cock. Your face would brush the silken flesh, veins rushing with flow and tip leaky for you to suckle on. He didn't care much how you did it during the start, as long as you were paying attention to him. Before he gets up, though, he'll make sure he cums somewhere on you or in you. 

     Your tongue encircled the pointed head, definitely a lot different from a human's, almost like its own entity. You were ashamed to say you kind of enjoyed the taste, or maybe you just thought everything was nicer after he had tried to make you eat a raw human. Sukuna held his head up with his fist, gazing down at your lithe form while you worshipped his cock.

     The curse at the bottom of the room was seeming a bit awkward, twiddling his tentacle-like arms, "S-So you see, my King, the farm will go under if we can't get funding for better fencing."

     "Hmm," Sukuna twirled a bit of your hair around his finger, pushing your head nuzzled deeper into his cock, "What is it that you farm, again?"

     "H-Humans, my King," the curse answered.

      "To... eat?" 

     "Yes, my king."

      Your body tensed, though you tried not to get too distracted from his dick. Sukuna chuckled darkly, "Would you like to visit a human abattoir, my slut?" 

       You began shaking, murmuring over his cock, slobbering your words, "I like the castle, Sukuna."

      "Never wants to leave," he hummed, gyrating his hips over your lips, "Fine. You can get something from me, but, only if you make a food out of humans that my pet would like."

      You blanched, choking on his dick as the request, the curse thanking his king over and over again before leaving. 

     Wide, sad eyes gazed up at the king, your cheeks puffing out from the mouthful you had in you. Sukuna pursed his lips to coo, ruffling you, "I don't know why but the thought of you eating your own kind gets me worked up. You really don't like it, do you?"

       You shook your head no, being honest. 

      "Yeah, that's so hot. Let's find more things you don't like."

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Sometimes Sukuna let you wander around on a leash he attached to your chain. Often it was him walking you around, demeaning you, yanking you occasionally just for shits and giggles. You were both out in the garden at the moment, smelling the flowers, looking at all the weird plants. 

     Sukuna idly gazed around his surroundings, a servant always nearby to attend if need be. He'd talk to you sometimes, though it sounded a lot like self-musing, "I never really took the time to enjoy the things around me. Yes, spilling entrails and ruining lives is great, but look at this rose! So open, so blue. Tell me, pet, what do you think would look good here?"

     You looked away from the hedge, gaze roaming the scenery, "Maybe... A statue?"

      "A statue, yes. You, put a statue here," he ordered, the servant bowing quickly to his wishes. You watched as it ran away, another servant seeming to come out of nowhere to take its place.

    Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "You never specified what kind of statue you wanted."

     Sukuna hummed in thought, eventually shrugging, "Well, if I don't like it, I'll just kill whoever put it there. Oo, maybe we can start creating a garden of useless servants or traitorous citizens. Would you like that, my slut?"

     He loved coddling you as he talked about gruesome and horrible things, your discomfort seeming to urge him to go further into detail. You could do nothing but shift in all four of his arms, feeling claustrophobic from being confined in so many limbs, "W-Would they still be alive if they're petrified like that?"

      The King's eyes lit up, two fingers coming to pinch your cheek eagerly, "I knew there was something devious about you~ That's a fine idea, indeed."

      Terror encompassed your chest, tightening and restricting your lungs, "No, it wasn't meant to be a suggestion!" You couldn't help but put yourself in that position. Being alive inside a statue, muscles cramping from being in the same place for so long. What if you got itchy and couldn't scratch? Cold nights would freeze you and hot days would cook you like an oven. You hated the thought of gentle brushes of stone along your arms with no way of scratching them off. The mere irritation, unable to move, scream, UGH.

     Sukuna's little laugh (thankfully, for once) brought you back to reality, "I love how deep you go into these nightmares. You seem rather uncomfortable. Maybe I should put you into stone as a punishment one day?"

      "I would like for that not to happen," you deadpanned, the scary thought more than enough to make you want to obey whatever he had to order. Hopefully he'd just break your bones again if he wanted to punish you - you never thought you'd have preferences of pain before meeting this curse.