Keep It Cherry🍒

✧ ── 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 ── ✧

⟢ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 :: Sukuna x fem!reader

⟢ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 :: dark romance ・ angst ・ supernatural ・ reincarnation AU ・ obsessive love ・ psychological tension

⟢ 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 :: possessive behavior . toxic love . reincarnation . violence . bloodshed . emotional obsession . jealousy . manipulation . fate . loneliness . emotional dependency . smut . corruption of love . “you belong to me” energy .

⟢ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 :: dark content ahead . toxic relationships . emotional abuse . cheating mentions . manipulation . obsessive behavior . blood & gore . violence . death . possessiveness . verbal degradation/name calling . unhealthy attachment . stalking behavior . panic/anxiety themes . explicit language . smut. sukuna is a simpppp.

✧ ── 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟎𝟗 ── ✧

The black SUV rolled to a slow, silent stop beneath the penthouse. Everything after that blurred together.

Your body drifted somewhere between sleep and consciousness, your fever making the world feel distant, almost underwater. You barely registered the sound of the door opening before familiar warmth surrounded you. His strong arms that wrapped around you almost entirely were steady, and safe. Even through the haze, you knew exactly who it was.

Sukuna.

He gathered you against his chest as though you weighed nothing at all, one arm supporting your back while the other settled securely beneath your knees. His grip never faltered as he carried you through the private entrance of the penthouse, his pace urgent but impossibly careful, every step measured as though the slightest miscalculation might somehow break you.

The infirmary had already been prepared.

Bright morning light poured through towering glass windows overlooking the forest beyond the estate. Shelves lined one wall, filled with old medical texts and neatly arranged instruments polished to perfection. Fresh white lilies rested near the open window, their scent mixing with crisp mountain air that drifted softly through the room.

Japan’s finest physicians stood waiting. The moment Sukuna crossed the doorway, they moved instantly. He lowered you carefully onto the bed, reluctant fingers lingering against your shoulder for just a second longer before finally stepping aside.

An IV was placed, your temperature was taken. Cool cloths replaced the feverish heat clinging to your skin while nurses quietly washed away the dirt and dried blood that still remained.

Sukuna never moved. He stood at the foot of the bed, arms folded tightly across his chest, crimson eyes never once leaving you. He wasn’t watching the physicians. He was watching you. Watching your breathing. The rise and fall of your chest. The slight twitch of your fingers beneath the blanket.

Making sure you were still here..Because every time he closed his eyes…He saw it again. The way you’d looked at him after he admitted the truth. Not with fear. Not with hatred, but with heartbreak.

That expression had followed him into every sleepless night since. He had lived through centuries of war. He had watched clans rise and collapse beneath his feet. None of it…None of it at all had hurt the way your trembling voice had when you whispered—“Did you kill him?”

His jaw tightened at the brutal flash back. He’d thought protecting you would earn your gratitude. Instead…He had become the very thing that made tears stream down your face like an endless river. “…Idiot.”

The insult wasn’t meant for anyone else..only himself. A physician quietly approached once the examination was complete. “My lord.”

“The fever has begun responding well. Her body is simply exhausted. Severe dehydration, prolonged lack of nutrition, emotional stress…” He paused. “…She’ll likely sleep for several more hours…maybe days even.”

Sukuna gave a single nod. “I understand.” The physician hesitated. Then carefully added—“…Rest assured, she’ll recover soon.” Relief flickered across Sukuna’s face so quickly it might have been imagined.

The room slowly emptied one by one, the nurses bowed before quietly leaving. The physicians followed. Soon…Only the two of you remained. Sukuna pulled a chair beside the bed. His large hand found yours beneath the blanket. “…I’m not leaving.” This time it wasn't a promise to you. It was a promise to himself.

Hours later…Your eyelashes fluttered slightly. The first thing you noticed was late afternoon sunlight spilling across polished wooden floors. Then the scent of fresh cedar drifting through the cracked-open window.

Birds sang somewhere beyond the trees. Everything felt…Peaceful. Your vision slowly cleared as you began to see the glass walls overlooking endless greenery. Soft white curtains dancing gently in the breeze. 

“…” This wasn’t Choso’s minka... Your eyelids fluttered weakly as the room drifted in and out of focus. Everything around you felt distant, as though you were trying to look through water instead of air. The voices, the beeping machines, even the warmth wrapped around your hand all seemed muffled, blending together into something that didn’t quite feel real. You couldn’t tell if you were dreaming anymore or if you’d finally opened your eyes.

“…Sukuna…?” Your own voice barely sounded like yours. It came out hoarse…Small…and almost lost. 

The moment your eyes found him, relief softened something deep inside your chest. It wasn’t excitement, or happiness…but something a bit more quieter. The kind of relief that only came from knowing the person you’d been searching for was finally there. Your body was exhausted beyond what your mind could comprehend, and simply stopped fighting.

Sukuna was at your side before the last syllable of his name had even left your lips. “I’m here.” His voice cracked ever so slightly, betraying the composure he’d spent the last days forcing himself to maintain. “I’m right here.”

His large hand carefully enclosed yours, his thumb brushing slow circles across the back of it as though reassuring both of you that this wasn’t another cruel dream. His other hand rose to gently smooth a few loose strands of hair away from your face, his touch was impossibly careful, as though he feared you might disappear again if he moved too quickly.

“There you are…” The words escaped him more as a ragged breath than a sentence. His crimson eyes searched every inch of your face, silently checking for pain, for fear, for anything that would tell him you were slipping away again.

Your lips parted, wanting to ask a thousand questions. What happened? How long had you been asleep? Where were you?..But the questions never came.

Your eyelids grew heavier with every passing second, your body refusing to cooperate no matter how desperately you tried to stay awake. The medicine coursing through your veins and the days of exhaustion finally demanded what they had been owed.

A sleepy sigh escaped you. “I… don’t think…” You couldn’t even finish the sentence as sleep was already pulling you back under. Sukuna noticed immediately. The tension in his shoulders slowly eased. “…Good.” A faint, almost relieved smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. ”Sleep.”

“You don’t have to fight anymore Y/N .” He slowly lifted your hand toward his lips, pressing the gentlest kiss across your knuckles before carefully lowering it back onto the blanket. His thumb brushed across your hand one last time. “Rest, my love..I’ll watch over you.” The corners of your lips lifted into the faintest smile before darkness welcomed you once more, this time not with fear…But with peace.

Behind you, Sukuna never once loosened his grip on your hand…Not for the next three days.

Your eyelashes fluttered once again.. 

The fever had finally loosened its suffocating grip, leaving behind nothing more than a dull ache buried deep within your muscles. Every part of your body still felt heavy, as though someone had replaced your bones with stone, but your thoughts no longer drifted aimlessly between dreams and reality. They were finally your own again.

The first thing you heard was the soft clicking of keys. Your eyes slowly wandered across the spacious infirmary until they landed on the familiar figure sitting near the large glass windows overlooking the forest beyond the estate.

Sukuna.

He sat with one ankle resting over his knee, a laptop balanced effortlessly across his lap while stacks of paperwork surrounded him. Every so often his crimson eyes lifted from the screen without him even realizing it, instinctively checking to see if you were still breathing before returning to whatever business demanded his attention.

The moment you shifted beneath the blankets…he lifted his head, then quietly closed the laptop. “…You’re awake.”  his voice was lower than usual, more rough around the edges as though relief had scraped against it.

You slowly pushed yourself upright, immediately regretting it as your head gave a faint throb. “…What the hell happened?” Your voice came out hoarse from days of sleep. Instinctively, your fingers wandered toward your neck.. The silver heart pendant, still resting exactly where he’d placed it.

Your thumb gently brushed over the cool metal before your eyes slowly found his again. Silence settled between the two of you. Neither of you spoke. Because neither of you knew where to begin.

There were too many conversations waiting to happen. Too many questions. Too many wounds neither of you knew how to touch without reopening them.

You studied him quietly. His hair was messier than usual, beneath his crimson eyes dark circles began to form. The fitted black shirt clinging to his broad shoulders somehow looked heavier than you remembered.

He looked exhausted. Not the kind of exhaustion sleep could fix, but the kind that settled somewhere deep inside a person. Your stomach tightened…Because against every ounce of common sense in your brain…Against every logical thought screaming at you to keep your distance…you began to fall in love with him.

The realization was almost insulting. “…Fantastic.” You thought bitterly to yourself. “Out of everyone in the entire world…I fell in love with a psychopathic killer.” Your eyes drifted downward. He was terrifying to say the least, I mean anyone with functioning eyes could see that. and yet…That wasn’t the man you’d come to know.

You remembered warm baths he drew. Quiet conversations beneath endless stars. The way he’d tucked blankets around your shoulders when he thought you were asleep. The way he’d watched over you through the fever.

The way he’d whispered…“I’m here.” No….There had to be something he still wasn’t telling you. You just weren’t ready to hear it yet. You looked at him for a long moment.

Really looked at him.

Dark circles rested beneath crimson eyes that hadn't known proper sleep in days. His hair was slightly more disheveled than usual, a few loose strands falling over his forehead, and for the first time since you'd met him...He looked tired. Not physically…emotionally.

The realization settled heavily in your chest. He had been just as afraid of losing you as you'd been afraid of losing yourself. "...You stayed.." It wasn't really a question, more like disbelief.

He rose from the chair beside the tall glass window and crossed the room in slow, unhurried steps, as though afraid that moving too quickly might somehow disturb the fragile settling over you..

When he reached the bedside, he lowered himself onto the edge of the mattress. The bed dipped beneath his weight as he turned toward you, his expression softening in a way only you had ever been allowed to witness.

Without asking he reached for your hand. His thumb slowly brushed across the back of it, his touch gentle enough to make your heart ache. "There wasn't anywhere else I needed to be." Silence settled comfortably between the two of you. You searched his face, trying to find the terrifying King of Curses everyone else feared. Instead...All you found was the man who hadn't left your bedside for three days.

Your throat tightened at the sight of it all. "...I'm sorry." The words slipped out before you could stop them. His brows drew together almost immediately. "What are you apologizing for?" Your eyes drifted down to your intertwined hands. "You were worried about me..."

For a brief moment, Sukuna simply stared at you. "Y/N..." the way he said your name sent a trail of warmth blooming beneath your skin, rich and velvety with that unmistakable depth you’d grown embarrassingly fond of. "You never have to apologize for surviving.”

Your eyes immediately began to sting. "I just..." You swallowed the lump rising in your throat. "I-I really didn't mean to make you worry." His hand gently cupped the side of your face, his thumb brushing beneath your eye with impossible care. "You could never burden me.” a pause. “You hear me?"

His crimson eyes searched yours, making sure every word settled exactly where he intended. "The only thing that frightened me..." His voice cracked so quietly you almost missed it. "...was the thought of waking up in a world without you in it." Every wall you'd spent days trying to rebuild around your heart quietly crumbled. Unable to find the right words, you simply leaned into the warmth of his hand.

For the briefest moment , something shifted in his expression..The tension he’d carried across his shoulders for three relentless days quietly loosened. His thumb swept slowly across your cheek one last time before he let out a long, measured breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.“…Thaat’s better.” His voice remained low, rich enough to settle deep inside your chest. “My stubborn little lamb.”

Without another word, he stood then walked over toward the IV beside your bed, he carefully examined the nearly empty bag before reaching up to disconnect it with practiced precision. You blinked. “…You know how to do that?”

“I paid attention.” He answered so matter-of-factly it shocked you. “I watched every physician who examined you.” a pause. “They weren’t touching you without me knowing exactly what they were doing.” You stared at him. “…That’s a little insane.”  He discarded the empty IV before returning to your bedside. Instead of taking the chair, Sukuna sat carefully on the edge of the mattress again.

One arm rested loosely across your legs beneath the blanket. Just enough that your bodies touched. After everything that had happened…He needed to feel you were close enough to reach. “…feeling any better?”

“A little better.”

“You scared the hell out of me Y/N...” The confession slipped from his mouth before he could stop it. Silence followed. Then…For what felt like the first time in his entire existence…Sukuna struggled to find the next words.. As his gaze lowered to the floor “I never wanted you to find out like that.” His thumb absentmindedly brushed slow circles against the blanket covering your legs. “I know asking for forgiveness now is unfair… and I’m not asking you to forget.”

“I’m only asking…” He exhaled slowly. “…that when you’re ready…you allow me to tell you everything.” a pause. “No more secrets..I’ll answer every question you have..But only when you’re ready to hear it.”

You searched his face for a long moment. “…Okay.” He looked up.“…Okay?” You nodded once.“…Okay.” Relief washed across his features so quickly it almost hurt to witness. Before either of you could fall back into silence, he suddenly stood again. “There’s something I want to show you.” You blinked. “…Sukuna. I literally just woke up.”

“And?” The shocked look on your face only seemed to amuse him even more. “…Seriously?”

“Yes.”

“…You’re unbelievable.”

“So I’ve been told.” Before you could protest again, one arm slid behind your back while the other slipped beneath your knees.You let out a small yelp. “Sukuna!,  I'm not paralyzed you know..I can walk.” He adjusted you effortlessly against his chest before leaving the infirmary. The walk wasn’t long. When he finally pushed open the large cedar doors ahead, your breath caught.

Rows upon rows of medicinal herbs stretched beneath towering glass ceilings flooded with sunlight. Drying flowers hung neatly from wooden beams overhead while shelves lined every wall, filled with ancient medical texts, handwritten journals, glass bottles, mortars and pestles, neatly labeled remedies, rare poisons, and every healing plant imaginable.

The entire room smelled faintly of lavender, eucalyptus, fresh cedar, and rain. It was beautiful. “…Sukuna…” Your voice barely rose above a whisper. “…This is incredible.”

He looked down at you. “I had it expanded.” Your brows furrowed. “…Expanded?” “When I read your university records.”

“You wanted to become a doctor.” His eyes slowly wandered across the room. “I figured…you’d need somewhere peaceful to study.” For several seconds…You simply stared at him. Then excitement took over before you could stop it. “You have monkshood? and angelica?”

“Wait—”You leaned forward. “Is that dried mugwort?” Before you knew it, you were smiling. Walking from shelf to shelf, running your fingers carefully over labeled jars and dried herbs as though you’d stepped into another world entirely. Sukuna didn't dare to interrupt this moment, instead he watched in admiration. Watching you smile had become one of his favorite things to do. 

Eventually, you caught yourself as your smile disappeared. You straightened your posture then crossed your arms looking the opposite direction from his mocking gaze. . “…I suppose it’ll do.” One eyebrow lifted slightly. “…Will it?” You rolled your eyes. “…Don’t push it.”

A deep quiet laugh escaped him, what felt like for the first time in forever…The two of you simply stood there. Not as the King of Curses. Not as the woman carrying the weight of impossible choices. Just…two people trying to find their way back to one another.

The tour through the apothecary stretched longer than either of you expected.

You wandered from shelf to shelf, fingertips trailing carefully across neatly labeled jars filled with dried herbs, pressed flowers, and handwritten remedies dating back centuries. Every few moments Sukuna would quietly explain what a particular herb was used for, occasionally reaching over your shoulder to point toward another rare plant tucked beneath the warm sunlight spilling through the towering glass ceiling.

For a little while…Everything else disappeared. There were no curses. No grief. No unanswered questions. Just you…and him. Eventually Sukuna rested one hand against the small of your back.

“Come on.” You glanced over your shoulder. “We should head back.” The walk through the penthouse felt strangely peaceful. Neither of you felt the need to fill the silence.

It wasn’t awkward anymore. Somehow silence had become comfortable between the two of you. When the doors opened, your eyes immediately landed on the massive luxury canopy bed sitting in the center of the room. Then…you slowly looked back toward Sukuna. “…What happened to my room?”

“It no longer exists.” You blinked. “…Excuse me?” 

“You’ll be sleeping here now.” Your brows slowly lifted. “And you’re telling me this…not asking?.”

“You’ve been kidnapped twice.”  He interrupted calmly. “Once by Choso..Once by Mahito.”

“I’m eliminating unnecessary risks.” you snapped your head at him. “…By removing my bedroom?”

“I’m improving security.” You stared at him. “…That’s what we’re calling it now?”

“Yes.” A sigh escaped you. “…whatever.” You didn’t even have enough energy to argue anymore. Truthfully…You already knew he’d made up his mind and besides…After everything that had happened…Sleeping beside him somehow didn’t seem nearly as outrageous as it would’ve weeks ago.

You looked toward the bathroom. “…Can I at least take a shower?” One corner of his mouth lifted knowingly. “Of course.” He walked toward the edge of the oversized bed before taking a seat, one arm resting lazily across the back of the mattress. “I’ll wait right here .”

“…You’re unbelievable.”

“So I’ve been told.” You disappeared into the bathroom, quietly closing the door behind you. A few moments later…Warm water filled the room.

Steam slowly fogged the mirror. Outside…The smile quietly disappeared from Sukuna’s face. He reached into his pocket before pulling out his phone. Within seconds security footage…Travel records, bank transactions, location updates, everything involving your father appeared across the screen.

His crimson eyes narrowed. “…No calls.” Not one... “…No text messages.” Not until today.. His thumb slowly scrolled farther.

That wasn’t like him. Not according to the information Sukuna had collected over the past months. He checked on you constantly. Called every few days. Texted almost every morning. He was annoying…but consistent like any father should be. Then suddenly…Nothing. Complete silence…Until now. “…Interesting.”

Something wasn’t right, however he couldn't explain it just yet. But every instinct sharpened inside him. Quietly reaching into the nightstand drawer, he pulled out a small black gift box tied neatly with a crimson ribbon. Inside rested a brand-new phone. 

The bathroom door clicked open.

Warm steam drifted lazily into the bedroom before you stepped through it, one hand keeping the oversized white towel secure against your body while the other absently worked another towel through your damp hair. Strands clung to your shoulders, tiny droplets tracing slow paths along the curve of your neck before disappearing beneath the soft fabric wrapped around you.

Sukuna looked up. His crimson eyes dragged over you with unhurried confidence, taking in every inch exactly as though he’d earned the right to admire you. They traveled from the damp curls framing your face, to the bare skin of your shoulders, to the towel hugging the natural lines of your figure before slowly climbing back to meet your eyes.

The silence stretched…but your heartbeat didn’t. It stumbled somewhere in the middle of your chest. “…What?” His gaze never left yours. “You’re staring at me.” He didn’t answer. Instead, he just continued looking at you hungrily. 

Your fingers instinctively tightened around the towel. Still…nothing. Only those intense crimson eyes, fixed entirely on you. Heat slowly crept beneath your skin. “…Sukuna.” Finally—He slowly walked toward you. Each measured step carried the same quiet confidence that seemed to follow him everywhere, closing the distance between you one deliberate stride at a time until the room suddenly felt much, much smaller.

You found yourself taking a tiny step backward. The corner of his mouth threatened the faintest hint of satisfaction before disappearing just as quickly. “I know.” Your breath caught. “…ok you know now can you stop?”

He stopped only when there was barely any space left between the two of you. Slowly, he leaned down until his lips hovered just over yours. “Can you blame me…?” His deep velvety voice brushed across your skin, warm enough to send a shiver down the back of your neck. “…you test my self-control far more than any enemy ever has.”

Every muscle in your body suddenly forgot how to work as warmth rushed straight to your lower abdomen. You looked anywhere except at him. “I’m trying to get dressed, thank you very much.”

“For what?” You blinked. “What do you mean, for what?” silence. “I can’t exactly walk around here wearing nothing.”  His gaze drifted lazily over the towel before returning to your face. “Then don't” You stared. He tilted his head ever so slightly. “If it were up to me....the only eyes that would ever look at you like this… “ His thumb tilted your chin upward. “..would be mine.” Your mouth fell open. “…Sukuna.” For another brief second, neither of you moved. Then, desperate to save yourself from what this conversation was becoming, your eyes landed on the neatly wrapped black box resting in the middle of the bed.

You pointed at it a little too quickly. “…What’s that?” His gaze finally followed yours. “I was beginning to wonder when you were going to notice.” you gasped quietly, “For me?”

“Who else?” You walked toward the bed, leaning over the mattress to pull the ribbon loose before lifting the lid. Your breath caught instantly. “A phone?” You carefully lifted it from the box, turning it over in your hands before pressing the power button. The familiar wallpaper greeted you almost immediately.

Then…Notification after notification began appearing across the screen.

YUJI 😭 

MEGUMI 🫥

NOBARA 💅💝

Dozens of missed messages. You blinked. “…Everything’s already here.” all your photos. All your contacts..and even your notes. You looked back at him.“…How?” He didn’t miss a beat. “I had someone take care of it.” You narrowed your eyes just enough to let him know you weren’t entirely convinced. “…Really?”

His expression didn’t change. You held his gaze for another second. There was absolutely no way some random technician had transferred everything exactly the way you liked it. He had done this, or…more accurately…he had made sure someone did. You decided not to press him for now at least.

Instead, another notification appeared…Then another…and another.

NOBARA 💅💝:  IF YOU DON’T ANSWER THIS PHONE I SWEAR !!!

YUJI 😭: Please tell me you’re alive 😭.

MEGUMI 🫥: Ignore Yuji. Just let us know you’re okay.

Despite everything else …You laughed. Sukuna watched as the smile spread across your face. Content with saying nothing at all. Because that smile…Was exactly why he’d bought the phone in the first place.

Sukuna clicked his tongue. “They were insufferable.” a pause, “They asked about you every second of the damn day.” You smiled without looking away from the screen. “I’m sure they did.” Then…A single notification appeared.

Dad. 

The phone vibrated against your palm. You glanced down at the screen before answering. “Dad?”

“Hey, sweetheart.” Hearing his voice after everything that had happened pulled at something deep inside your chest. “I just landed in Japan.”

“You…wait, already?” A small laugh escaped you. “I didn’t know you were coming this soon.”

“There are a lot of things happening back home that I need to catch you up on.” His tone remained light. Almost…too light. “So,” he continued, “how about lunch?”

You hesitated only briefly before nodding to yourself. “Okay. Just send me the location, I’ll be there.”

“Perfect.” A pause. “Thank you, sweetheart.” The call ended. You stared at the screen for another second before lowering it. “…My dad’s here.” Across the room, Sukuna lifted his eyes slowly. “I gathered that.”

“He wants to meet for lunch.”

“Where?” Almost on cue, your phone chimed again. You opened it before turning the screen toward him. Sukuna barely glanced at the address before clicking his tongue. “…Of all the restaurants in Tokyo.”

You blinked. “What?”

“He could’ve picked somewhere better.” Despite yourself, you smiled. “I didn’t realize you were such a food critic.”

“I’m not.” He stood. “I simply have standards for what’s mines.” He slipped one hand into his pocket as he walked toward the door. “get dressed.” His eyes lingered on you for just a heartbeat longer. “I’ll allow it.” You laughed quietly. “…You’ll allow it?”

His lips curved into the faintest hint of satisfaction. “You heard me.” Before you could think of some type of sarcastic comeback he had already turned away. He reached for the handle, paused for the briefest moment, then looked over his shoulder. “Try not to keep me waiting.”

Then the door clicked shut behind him. You stared after it for a long second before letting out a breathless laugh. “..Unbelievable.”..Yet despite yourself, you couldn't ignore the warmth blooming beneath your ribs.

A few hours later…the bedroom door opened once more.

This time, you were dressed to leave. a soft jade-green halter top rested against your skin, the flowing fabric moving gently with each step. A fitted denim short skirt hugged your hips, while delicate designer sandals completed the outfit. Your curls had been gathered into an effortless updo, leaving a few loose strands framing your face.

Sukuna looked up, and forgot whatever he’d been reading. His eyes swept over you once. Then again languidly. “…Well.” You raised an eyebrow. “What?” His gaze settled dangerously on your face again. You folded your arms, turning your face anywhere but in his direction as heat rose to your cheeks. “I was thinking I could just grab an Uber.”

His expression flattened almost immediately. “That won't be necessary." You frowned. “…and why not?”

“Because when you leave this house…” He pushed himself away from the chair and began walking toward you with slow, deliberate steps. “…I leave this house.” The room suddenly felt much smaller. You blinked. “Sukuna—”

“There isn’t anywhere you’re going…” He stopped directly in front of you. “…where i won't be.” His crimson eyes slowly dragged over you again, lingering just heavily enough to make your pulse betray you. “…Or be close enough to reach.”

The finality in his voice left no room for negotiation. Not because he doubted you at all...but because he’d already lived through losing you once, and he wasn't interested in surviving it a second time. You let out a quiet sigh. “Like I said before…you’re unbelievable.”

“I’ve been called worse.” Only then did his gaze drift over your outfit again. His jaw tightened almost immediately. “…You look dangerous.” You raised an eyebrow. “Dangerous?”

“For my patience.” Warmth flooded your cheeks before you could stop it. Trying to recover from it, you leaned forward onto your toes, stopping just shy of his lips. “So…” A teasing smile tugged at your face . “…do you like it?” You started to pull away..but you never made it. His hand found the back of your neck with practiced ease as he jerked you back until your foreheads were almost touching.

His thumb rested just beneath your ear as he tightened his grip. “Careful…” His voice dropped lower. “…little lamb.” A shiver raced down your spine. “You tease a starving lion…” His eyes held yours without wavering. “He might forget his manners…” your lungs forgot how to work for a moment “…it’s unwise to keep tempting it.”

For a single heartbeat or maybe two…neither of you moved. Your pulse hammered so loudly you were convinced he could hear it. Then a quiet knock interrupted the moment. “My lord.” Uraume’s calm voice carried through the room.

“The vehicle is ready.” Neither of you answered. It was almost as though Sukuna hadn’t heard them at all. You were the first to step away, clearing your throat as you looked anywhere except at him.“…i should go.”

You smoothed an imaginary wrinkle from your skirt, silently willing your heartbeat to return to normal. Because if he noticed just how affected you were…you had a feeling he would never let you live it down…literally.

The black SUV was already waiting outside. You reached for the rear door…Only to pause when Sukuna climbed in behind you. You frowned. “…What are you doing?”

“What does it look like I'm doing.”

“My dad doesn’t know I’m staying with you.”

“I know.”

“Then why are you coming?” He settled comfortably into the leather seat, crossing one leg over the other before looking out the window. “I’m taking you there.” a beat passed. “and I’ll be there when you’re finished.” You studied him for a moment.  “Driver, go.”

The SUV pulled away from the curb. You rested your elbow against the door, your chin settling into your hand as the city drifted past outside. “…Of course you’ll be there.” 

The ride settled into a comfortable silence. You didn’t notice it at first…But every time you turned your head, Sukuna’s eyes were already on you intensely. His jaw flexed before he looked away toward the passing skyline, forcing himself to hold his composure.

It would’ve been so easy to pull you into the back of the SUV and remind you where you belonged…or more like who you belonged to.

Instead…He remained exactly where he was. The only thing betraying him was the way his crimson eyes kept finding you again, as though resisting the urge to close the distance had become the hardest battle he’d fought all week.

When the restaurant finally came into view, the vehicle rolled smoothly to a stop. Before you could open the door, Sukuna leaned in toward you.

His hand briefly brushed a loose curl away from your face. “If anything feels wrong…” his voice remained calm. “…leave. I’ll be nearby.” You nodded. “I know.”

He studied you for another quiet moment before pressing a gentle kiss against the top of your head. The simple gesture caught you completely off guard. Heat immediately rushed into your cheeks.

“…Go.”

You smiled to yourself as you stepped out of the SUV, refusing to look back because you already knew what you’d find …Sukuna still watching. He always was,  and somehow…that no longer frightened you.

The restaurant overlooked a beautiful garden courtyard filled with ivy-covered stone walls, koi ponds, and flowering cherry trees dancing gently beneath the afternoon breeze. It would've been peaceful… Had your stomach not twisted the moment you spotted them.

The hostess led you toward the private patio tucked behind the restaurant. Your father was already standing when he saw you. Relief immediately softened your expression.

“Dad.” You wrapped your arms around him, burying your face briefly against his shoulder. For the first time in weeks, you allowed yourself to simply be someone’s daughter. He hugged you back. “I’m glad you’re alright.”

When you finally stepped back…your eyes drifted past him…and your smile disappeared.

Naoya..he sat comfortably beside an older man whose resemblance to him was unmistakable. The older man wore an expensive charcoal suit, silver beginning to thread through his blonde hair, yet the sharpness in his eyes reminded you exactly where Naoya had gotten his arrogance from.

Naoya looked just as surprised to see you, but only for a second. Then he recovered so quickly you almost wondered if you’d imagined it. “…Y/N.” His lips curved into the faintest smile before he casually lifted his glass. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”

“I could say the same.” Your father motioned toward the empty chair beside him. “Come. Sit.” You sat, although something inside your stomach had already twisted . The waiter poured tea as small talk came first about business, travel, weather..It all felt painfully rehearsed.

Then your father looked at you. “I’ve heard you’ve become rather fond of Naoya.” Your eyebrows shot upward. “I have?”

Across the table, Naoya rested his chin against his hand. “That’s right..we’ve become quite close.” His tone was perfectly polite. But his eyes…were laughing. You shot him a look sharp enough to stab through porcelain. He looked entirely too entertained. You turned back toward your father. “…You said there were things you needed to tell me.”

The atmosphere shifted immediately. Your father’s smile faded. “Jacob’s father…” He folded his hands together. “…has become involved in some very dangerous business.” You frowned. “What kind of business?”

“The kind I refused to be part of.” His expression hardened. “He didn’t appreciate my decision.” You listened quietly. “He began threatening me. My company. Our family.” The older Zenin finally spoke. “I offered your father protection.” His voice was calm and measured. “My home is your home for as long as he needs it.” You looked between the two men. “…How long are we going to stay here?” Your father sighed. “For a while..” Silence settled.

Then…He smiled. “Which is why…” He looked toward Naoya. “…I think it would be good if the two of you spent more time together.” Everything stopped. The clinking of dishes. The conversations surrounding your table…Even your own breathing.

No. No…you’d heard that tone before. He’d said the same thing about Jacob. Your pulse slammed against your ribs. Before you could answer—Naoya’s father calmly added, “Our families would become considerably stronger united.”

United…The word echoed. Your fingers slowly tightened beneath the table. They were doing it again. You forced a smile. One convincing enough that no one questioned it. “…Excuse me I need to use the ladies room, I’ll be right back.”

You washed your hands frantically. Then looked at yourself in the mirror and took one shaky breath then turned the faucet off, the steady stream of water disappearing into silence as droplets slipped from your fingertips into the porcelain sink below.

Your pulse was still racing. The conversation replayed itself over and over inside your mind. Our families would become stronger united. The same words. The same careful smiles. The same feeling you had all those years ago when your father encouraged you to spend more time with Jacob.

Slowly, you released a shaky breath. If something feels wrong… leave. Sukuna’s voice echoed quietly in the back of your mind. Your fingers instinctively tightened around the edge of the sink. Because It did feel wrong. Every instinct in your body was screaming at you to walk out the front door, climb into the black SUV waiting outside, and never look back.

But if you disappeared now…They would know. They would know you’d noticed, and right now, the last thing you wanted was for whoever was pulling the strings to realize you were beginning to see them.

No…You needed to stay calm. Smile and nod, pretend everything was exactly as they wanted you to believe it was. You straightened your shoulders before offering your reflection one last determined look. “Just a little longer…” With that, you reached for the bathroom door, when it swung open…your breath caught. Leaning casually against the opposite wall with his arms folded across his chest stood Naoya, as though he’d been waiting for you the entire time. 

His eyes lifted from the floor to meet yours. “…About time.”

“What are you doing?” He pushes himself off the wall. “Making sure you don’t walk back out there looking like a sitting duck.” you narrow your eyes.“…Meaning?”. Slowly, he began to walk toward you..Until your back touched the wall behind you.

One hand plants beside your head. Not to trap you..But to keep anyone else from overhearing. “Listen carefully. Your father is selling you.” Your stomach dropped. “He already did it once with that mockery of a man, Jacob.” His voice remains quiet. “You really think you’re special enough that he wouldn’t do it twice?” You stared at him in shock, unable to answer at the sudden bomb that silently dropped.  He continues. “The way they kept looking at each other. The way they kept talking around you instead of to you.” The way your father kept avoiding the question you actually asked.”

He studies your face. “You noticed it…Didn’t you?” You swallow. “…Yeah.” Naoya nods once as he stepped back. “Good..That means you’re not completely hopeless.” You glare. “…You really know how to ruin a moment.” He folds his arms. “Something’s wrong.” a pause. “Your father’s story doesn’t add up.”

“He is lying about something.” another pause “But…” He looks toward the dining area. “I don’t know why.”  You folded your arms. “So find out why.” Naoya arched his brow. “You seem to think you know everything.”

You stepped closer, refusing to let him intimidate you this time. “So prove it.” His lips twitched. “…Excuse me?”

“You heard me, figure it out.” You shrugged one shoulder. “If anyone’s arrogant enough to think they can untangle whatever this mess is…” Your eyes flicked over him. “…it’s you.”

A quiet laugh escaped him. “You’ve got some nerve.”

“So I’ve been told.” He tilted his head. “And exactly why would I waste my time doing that?” You didn’t even hesitate. “You owe me.” His brow lifted. “…For what?”

You stared at him as if he’d grown a second head. “For luring me into some sketchy, abandoned town on the outskirts of Japan dipshit.” Silence. Then—Naoya laughed mockingly. Just enough for the corner of his mouth to lift. “…Fair.”

He rubbed the back of his neck with an exaggerated sigh. “I suppose I did almost get myself killed.”

“Because of your own ego,” you corrected. He rolled his eyes before waving a dismissive hand. “…Fine.” His expression settled back into its usual smug confidence. “I’ll look into it.” He paused. “But don’t flatter yourself.”

“I’m doing this because I can’t stand incompetent men making a mess of things.” He glanced toward the dining room again. “And if your father really is stupid enough to bargain with merchandise instead of protecting it…”

His eyes returned to yours. “…someone ought to remind him that valuable things aren’t meant to be negotiated over.”

You immediately frowned. “…Did you just compare me to merchandise?” He looked genuinely confused. “…Would you have preferred ‘investment’?” You let out the most exhausted sigh of your life then turned on your heel before he could say another word.

As you walked away, you heard him call after you. “…Try not to get kidnapped again.” You raised a hand without looking back. “No promises.” A quiet chuckle followed behind you as Naoya watched you disappear around the corner before the faint amusement left his face. “…Interesting,” he murmured to himself.

Then he pushed himself off the wall and followed a few steps behind, already thinking about everything that hadn’t added up during lunch.

Your smile looked effortless now. “So sorry.”  You reclaimed your seat. The conversation resumed as though nothing had happened. Eventually your father looked toward you. “We should spend more time together afterward.”

You smiled politely. "I'd love to…But I actually have plans with Nobara already." a pause “Maybe another time?” You turned toward Naoya with the smallest polite smile. "I'm sure we'll see each other again."

Naoya understood immediately. His glass paused halfway to his lips. "...I'm counting on it." He took another sip. Across the table…Both fathers looked quietly pleased. Exactly as you'd hoped. They believed every second of it. 

A few minutes later...You excused yourself once again before walking quickly toward the restaurant exit. The restaurant doors slid shut behind you as the afternoon breeze barely had a chance to brush across your face before you spotted the familiar black SUV waiting at the curb.

Sukuna was already standing beside it. One hand rested on the open rear door as though he’d been expecting you at that exact second. The moment his crimson eyes found yours…Something inside him tightened.

The worry etched across your face was enough for him to understand something was off.  “What happened?” instead of answering , you climbed into the suv and sat quietly. Sukuna followed immediately after, shutting the door behind him.You stared out the window for another moment before finally speaking. “…My father is trying to sell me off to the Zenins.”

The words landed like a sharp blade. Sukuna slowly turned his head toward you. “…He’s what?” There wasn’t any ounce of disbelief in his voice… there was something far more dangerous. Silence.. The kind of silence that came just before entire cities were reduced to rubble.

You swallowed. “According to Naoya.” His eyes narrowed immediately. “…Naoya.” The name tasted bitter coming from his mouth. “I thought I’d already taught that insignificant little pest where his place was.”

“He wasn’t threatening me.” You looked down at your hands. “He was warning me.” That caught Sukuna’s attention. “He thinks my dad is lying about something.” silence “and that he’d find out why.” Another beat of silence passed.

Then Sukuna asked quietly, “…and you believe him?” You shook your head. “No.. not exactly.” His brow lifted. “I believe…” You looked out the window again.“…that everyone wants something.”

“So I’ll listen, and take whatever information people are willing to give me…then I’ll decide for myself what’s true.” For the first time since leaving the restaurant…the faintest hint of approval crossed Sukuna’s features. “…Well played.” You looked back at him. “So…” His voice remained steady. “…you finally understand.”

“What?”

“Why I refuse to let you walk through this city alone.” Before you could answer…He shifted closer…close enough that the warmth radiating from him wrapped around you again. His arm settled comfortably across the back of the seat behind your shoulders. 

His fingers found one of your loose curls, absentmindedly winding it around them before letting it slip free. “So many people.” His eyes never left yours. “…Trying to decide your future.” His fingers gently brushed beneath your chin, tilting your face toward him.. “But there’s one thing…” His deep voice dropped dangerously lower. “…they’ve all misunderstood.” His thumb brushed slowly along your jaw. A quiet scoff left him. “They seem to think…” He leaned in just enough that you felt the heat of his words. “…that they have some claim over you.”

A slow pause. “They don’t.” His eyes searched yours with that same unwavering certainty .“That decision was made the moment you walked into my life.” he said darkly while his hand lightly caressed against the side of your neck.

The words were spoken so sensually that they almost stole the air from your lungs. Your heartbeat stumbled before you could catch it. Heat spread beneath your skin before you could stop it. You tried to speak, but nothing came out. His intense gaze lingered on your face for another second.“…Tell me I’m wrong.” 

Your lips parted again, but no words followed at all. He watched you for a moment longer before the faintest hint of satisfaction settled across his features. “I didn’t think so.” His thumb brushed your cheek once. “…That’s my good girl.” 

The praise settled over you far more heavily than it should have. You looked away first, suddenly finding the passing city outside infinitely more interesting than the way he was looking at you. A quiet chuckle rumbled deep in his chest as his arm settled comfortably around your shoulders once more. “That’s much more like you.”

The SUV eventually rolled beneath the towering entrance of the penthouse before coming to a smooth stop. Sukuna stepped out first before opening your door like he always did, silently offering you his hand.

Before either of you could step inside—“I’m telling you it was already leaning!”

“It was not leaning!”

“It literally was!”

“Yuji!”

“If you break one more expensive vase—” A loud clatter echoed through the foyer. Sukuna slowly closed his eyes. “…I leave for one afternoon.” The front doors swung open. Instantly, the arguing stopped.

Yuji froze. Megumi looked up from the shattered vase. Nobara blinked once before all three of them focused entirely on you.

Nobody moved…For exactly one second. Then—“Y/N!” Yuji practically sprinted across the foyer before throwing his arms around you so suddenly that you nearly stumbled backward.

“Oh my God…” His voice cracked. “We thought…” He swallowed hard. “…We thought something happened to you.” His hug tightened for only a second before Megumi grabbed the back of his hoodie and pulled him away. “Don’t crush her idiot.” Yuji immediately let go. “Oh—right.”

“Sorry.” He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly before suddenly remembering something. “Oh!” He hurried over to the kitchen counter before returning with an overstuffed convenience store bag.  “…I still have your snacks I promised you.” You blinked. “…Yuji.”

“I kept buying new ones..because the old ones expired…then those expired.” You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing. Sukuna watched quietly while standing near the doorway with his arms folded across his chest. He would’ve bought you every snack in Japan if it meant hearing that sound again. Nobara wasted no time wrapping you in a hug of her own before smacking your shoulder. “You scared the absolute hell out of me.”

“I was this damn close to barging in here and finding you myself.” She pointed dramatically toward Sukuna. Yuji raised his hand. “I offered to help.” Sukuna lifted a brow. “I’m still waiting for you to try.”

“I value my life,” Yuji answered immediately. Megumi sighed “As you should.”

Nobara looked around the penthouse before slowly turning in a circle. “…Y/N. this place is ridiculous.”

“You’ve got enough space for twenty people.” She gasped dramatically. “Wait- You have two staircases?” Yuji looked equally offended. “I didn’t even know people could own two staircases.” Another laugh escaped you. “You guys are idiots.”

“That's our girl.” Nobara smiled. “I missed you.” Without another warning, she grabbed your wrist. “Girl talk. Immediately.” Before anyone could object, she was already dragging you toward the second floor.

Yuji watched the two of you disappear before glancing toward Sukuna. “…Should we stop them?” Sukuna watched until you vanished around the corner before quietly shaking his head. “No.”

A deep sigh escaped him. “…Good luck getting Nobara to leave now.” Yuji laughed. “I wouldn’t leave either.” The smile lingering on Sukuna’s face disappeared the moment you and Nobara  were out of sight. His expression hardened. “Yuji. Megumi.”

“My Office.” Neither of them argued. The three disappeared into Sukuna’s office before the heavy wooden door quietly shut behind them. Without a word, Sukuna slid several photographs across the polished desk.

The pictures scattered between them. Megumi picked one up first. “…Y/N’s dad ?.” Another photograph. Several men exchanging thick envelopes inside a dimly lit warehouse. Another. Luxury vehicles arriving just after midnight. Another. Traditional tattoos disappearing beneath tailored suits.

Megumi slowly looked up. “…Yakuza.” Sukuna nodded once. “Something about him changed recently.” Yuji frowned. “What do you mean?”

“I’ve been keeping an eye on him for months…he called her every other day. Made sure he checked on her well being.” a pause. “He acted like a father.” Sukuna tapped the photograph with one finger. “Then suddenly…Nothing.”

“No calls. No texts. No concern for Y/N at all…Until today.” Silence settled over the room. Megumi folded his arms. “…Maybe you’re just too involved in her life.”

Sukuna slowly looked at him. “…Too involved?” A humorless laugh escaped him. “You’d rather I stay out of her business…and find her dead somewhere because I ignored my instincts?” Neither of them answered. His gaze drifted toward the window. “I already failed her once before, I won’t fail her again.” Yuji exchanged a glance with Megumi before nodding. “…What do you need?”

Sukuna pushed another photograph toward them. “Watch him. Don’t confront him..and don’t let him know you’re following him.”

“I want the names of every person he meets…and listen to every conversation you can get.” Megumi gave a single nod. “Understood.” 

Meanwhile, upstairs… Nobara had managed to turn the enormous bedroom into nothing more than two girls gossiping beneath oversized blankets, laughing over ridiculous videos, planning matching outfits, teasing each other about future shopping trips and the dozens of aesthetic get ready with me videos the two of you absolutely insisted you were going to film together.

Eventually, evening crept in through the windows. Yuji complained that they had been there for hours. Megumi reminded him that nobody had forced him to stay. Nobara rolled her eyes so dramatically you nearly laughed again.

“Alright,” she sighed dramatically, climbing off the bed. “I guess I’ll get out of your hair for today.” She walked over before wrapping both arms tightly around you and squeezed  with enough force to nearly knock the air from your lungs. Her voice had softened just slightly. “Don’t ever disappear like that again.” You hugged her back just as tightly. “…I’m sorry.” She pulled away before pointing a finger directly at your face. “I’ll be back tomorrow.”

A low growl sounded somewhere behind you. “We know.” Nobara slowly looked over your shoulder. Sukuna stood leaning against the bedroom doorway with his arms folded across his chest. His expression was unreadable. “…I certainly hope you do,” Nobara answered with an exaggerated smile.

Megumi pinched the bridge of his nose. Even Sukuna let out the smallest sigh. Then all three eventually disappeared down the hallway, their voices growing quieter until the front doors finally closed behind them.

Silence settled over the penthouse once again. You stared toward the doorway for another moment. “I’m lucky to have them around..”

You turned—Only to realize Sukuna was suddenly standing directly behind you. You hadn’t heard him move at all. His presence surrounded you before you even felt the warmth of him.

His voice was low enough that it sent a small shiver down the back of your neck. “Dinner will be ready soon.” His breath ghosted softly across your skin. “Go wash up.” a pause “I’ll be waiting.” Before you could answer…He was already gone.

The shower should have washed everything away..The exhaustion. The confusion. The lingering ache buried somewhere beneath your ribs. Instead…Every drop of warm water only seemed to make your thoughts louder.

Your father…Naoya…Choso..Sukuna. Nothing made sense anymore. The people you trusted most had become strangers. The people you feared had somehow become the ones protecting you. You rested your forehead against the cool marble wall and closed your eyes.

“…Who am I even supposed to believe anymore?” The question disappeared into the rising steam. No answer came. By the time you reached the dining room, the table had already been prepared.

Candles flickered softly between elegant dishes. Fresh flowers rested in crystal vases. Everything looked…almost painfully normal.

Sukuna already sat at the far end of the table. His eyes lifted the moment you stepped into the room. Something inside him visibly relaxed. He stood before quietly pulling your chair out for you.

The gesture surprised you. “…Thank you.” He simply nodded. Neither of you touched the food immediately. The chefs quietly finished placing the final dishes before bowing respectfully and disappearing from the room.

The dining room was already quiet. Somehow, after the chefs left it became quieter ..silence stretched between the two of you like thin glass. Fragile…waiting to break.

Sukuna knew that silence. He’d lived long enough to recognize it. You wanted to ask him something…But you simply didn’t know how. He decided to spare you the burden. So instead…He reached for you. His fingertips brushed against yours first, giving you every opportunity to pull away if you wanted to, but you didn’t. Your hand slipped naturally into his.

He guided you to your feet until only inches separated the two of you. The dining room went silent. His hand rose to your cheek—slow, almost disbelieving, as though you might dissolve if he moved too quickly. "I know that I frightened you," he murmured. "When it comes to you, I become unreasonable y/n." a pause. “..You are the only thing in this world capable of making me forget who I am.” a slow breath. “..and I’d choose that weakness everytime”.

His forehead dropped to yours. A long moment passed before he kissed you, and when he did it was not gentle—it was the kind of kiss that comes after a long time of wanting, desperate and without apology, his hand slid from your cheek to the back of your head. You felt the full size of him then, the heat, the barely-contained stillness of a man who had decided something. Like two people learning how to breathe the same air again after nearly losing each other.

His hand settled carefully against the small of your back as your fist curled into the fabric of his shirt. Neither of you seemed interested in counting the seconds that passed. The rest of the world simply ceased to exist.

When your foreheads touched again afterward, Sukuna let out the roughest breath. “Dinner will have to wait.”

Still holding your hand, he led you from the dining room. Neither of you looked back as the lights were left glowing softly behind you, the untouched dinner forgotten in favor of something neither of you had realized you’d been missing quite so desperately as he guided you to your shared bedroom..

His hands moved with deliberate slowness, tracing the curve of your waist, fingers leaving trails of fire across your skin. You shivered beneath his touch. His hands moved with practiced precision, unbuttoning your dress as his lips traced a burning path down your neck. you arched against him while tangling your fingers in his pink hair as his mouth pulled you closer to the sensitive hollow of your throat. The silk beneath you was cool against your scorching body, your skin glowed under the moonlight as he peeled away the last of your clothing. 

"You have no idea how crazy you make me," he murmured against your collarbone, his voice rough with desire. You gasped as he found your mouth again. You arched beneath him, fingers threading through his hair needly, responding to his touch with an urgency that surprised you. His hands explored your intoxicating physique for what felt like hours as he pressed you into every inch of the mattress, making you feel reverently alive.

The room held its breath around you and him as moonlight spilled softly across the tangled sheets, painting silver across warm skin and dark tattoos alike.

You rested against Sukuna’s chest, listening to the slow, steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your ear. One of his arms remained wrapped securely around your waist while the other lazily traced slow circles along your bare back, his fingertips gliding across your skin with surprising tenderness. Every so often his hand would drift upward, disappearing into your hair before gently combing through the strands as though reassuring himself you were still there.

Your fingers absentmindedly traced one of the black markings stretching across his chest before you let out a quiet breath. “…Sukuna?”

“Hm?” His voice was low, almost sleepy. You hesitated. “I want you to meet my dad.” His hand stopped moving for the briefest moment. You felt it. Just a tiny pause. Then his fingers resumed their slow path across your back. “You do?” You nodded against him. Sukuna looked down at you. His expression softened into something so warm it almost caught you off guard. A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “I suppose…” He brushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “It is only proper.”

You tilted your head. “What is?” He chuckled quietly. “If I’m expected to keep you for the rest of eternity…”

“…then I’d better introduce myself to the man who’s supposed to entrust his daughter to me.” Heat immediately rushed to your cheeks. “Sukuna.”

“You act like I already agreed to all of that.”

“You haven’t?” His eyebrow lifted with mock surprise. You rolled your eyes despite the smile threatening your lips. “You are unbelievable.”

“So I’ve been told.” His thumb brushed lightly against your cheek. “But…” His expression became a little more serious. “I’ll agree.” You blinked.“On one condition.”

“There it is,” you muttered. “I knew there was a catch.”A quiet laugh escaped him. “I want him here.” He glanced around the room before looking back at you.

“In our home.” A pause “I’d rather speak with him where I know I can keep you safe.” You studied his face. There wasn’t manipulation there, only caution..and after everything that had happened…You couldn’t exactly blame him. You let out a long sigh before finally nodding. “…Fine.”

Sukuna leaned forward and pressed one last lingering kiss against your forehead before pulling you closer beneath the blankets. “Get some sleep. you’ve had enough excitement for one lifetime.”You smiled against his chest. “I doubt that.”A quiet laugh rumbled beneath your cheek.

Outside, the rain continued to fall. Inside…wrapped safely in his arms…for the first time in what felt like forever…Tomorrow didn’t seem nearly as frightening.

ps..thank you all for your patience I support ilysm plz don't hate me 🥹

✧ ── 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 ── ✧

⟢ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 :: Sukuna x fem!reader

⟢ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 :: dark romance ・ angst ・ supernatural ・ reincarnation AU ・ obsessive love ・ psychological tension

⟢ 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 :: possessive behavior . toxic love . reincarnation . violence . bloodshed . emotional obsession . jealousy . manipulation . fate . loneliness . emotional dependency . eventual smut . corruption of love . “you belong to me” energy .

⟢ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 :: dark content ahead . toxic relationships . emotional abuse . cheating mentions . manipulation . obsessive behavior . blood & gore . violence . death . possessiveness . verbal degradation/name calling . unhealthy attachment . stalking behavior . panic/anxiety themes . explicit language . eventual smut. ANGST. SIMP SUKUNA.

✧ ── 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟎𝟖 ── ✧

The walk hadn’t been nearly as long as you’d expected…at least, that’s what you kept trying to tell yourself.

The further you and Choso wandered through the quiet countryside, the heavier your body became. Every step felt slower than the last, your legs trembling beneath you as if they no longer belonged to you. The cool mountain air that had felt refreshing only moments ago suddenly became unbearably cold against your skin.

You frowned. “…That’s strange.” Choso looked over immediately. “What is?”

You blinked several times, trying to clear your vision, but the trees in front of you refused to stay still. The world swayed gently from side to side, black spots dancing at the edges of your eyesight until you had to grab onto the sleeve of Choso’s robe just to steady yourself.

“I…” You swallowed hard, your voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t feel so…” The sentence never finished. Your knees buckled beneath you. Before your body could even begin to fall, Choso’s strong arms caught you effortlessly. “Y/N.”

The concern in Choso’s voice was immediate. His hand slid carefully behind your back while the other cradled the back of your head, pulling you gently against his chest. Your skin was burning, yet you couldn’t stop shivering, tiny tremors running through your body as your breathing grew uneven. 

“Look at me.” You tried..You really did. But your eyelids felt impossibly heavy. Choso’s expression tightened. Slowly, he pressed the back of his hand against your forehead. His eyes widened. “…You’re burning up.”

You gave a weak little laugh. “I think…” Another shiver interrupted you. “…I might’ve overdone it.”

“You think?” It wasn’t anger. It wasn’t even irritation. Just quiet disbelief wrapped in concern. Without another word, Choso bent down and lifted you into his arms as though you weighed nothing at all.

Your head instinctively rested against his shoulder. The rhythmic beat of his heart was strangely calming.

You were vaguely aware of him carrying you farther into the mountains, your fever making everything blur together until the scenery became nothing more than patches of green,  and the occasional sound of a nearby stream.

By the time you opened your eyes again, you were somewhere else entirely. The house was small and traditional.

Tatami mats stretched beneath your feet while soft afternoon light filtered through the shoji screens, painting quiet patterns across the wooden floor. Outside, wind chimes swayed lazily beneath the porch roof, their gentle melody mixing with birdsong and the distant rush of water from a nearby river.

It felt…Peaceful.

Choso carefully lowered you onto a neatly made futon near the open window. The moment your back touched the blankets, another violent shiver tore through your body.

His jaw clenched. “…Look what you’ve done to yourself.” His voice remained soft, though disappointment lingered beneath it. “You stopped eating.” He disappeared into another room only to return seconds later carrying a wooden basin filled with cool water and several clean cloths. “You stopped sleeping.”

He wrung one of the cloths out before folding it neatly and placing it across your forehead. “You spent days crying until your body simply decided it had enough.” Your eyes fluttered open just enough to watch him.

He gently helped you sit upright, supporting most of your weight against his chest as he carefully loosened your outer layers, replacing them with a light cotton yukata so your fever could break more easily. Every movement was respectful, deliberate, almost clinical, his attention fixed entirely on making you more comfortable rather than the vulnerability of the moment.

When he finished, he tucked the blankets back around you. “You don’t have to keep proving how strong you are.” Your head lolled weakly to one side. “I’m not…”

“You are.” He sighed quietly. “And your body is paying the price.” Choso reached for a small ceramic bottle sitting beside the basin before pouring a measured amount of herbal medicine into a tiny cup. He then gently brought it toward your lips. “Drink.” You tried. The medicine barely touched your tongue before another wave of dizziness rolled through you, most of it dribbled back down your chin.

Choso frowned. “…Stubborn.” He looked from the cup…to you…then quietly made up his mind. Your sleepy eyes widened ever so slightly in confusion. Then Choso leaned forward. “…Forgive me.” The apology left his lips so quietly you almost could have mistaken it for a prayer.

After tipping the bitter medicine into his own mouth, Choso hesitated. His heartbeat pounded loudly enough that he was certain, had you been fully awake, you would’ve heard it too. For one impossible second he simply looked at you, committing every exhausted detail to memory—the faint flush burning across your fevered cheeks, your lashes resting softly against your skin still damp from sweat, the tiny crease between your brows even in sleep.

Then, with a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, he leaned down. His lips met yours with such impossible care that it almost wasn’t a kiss at all. It was gentle. As though he feared that even the slightest pressure might break you.

He slowly guided the medicine between your lips, watching carefully until your throat gave the smallest swallow. Only then did he begin to pull away, but somewhere between duty and longing… he lingered. Just for a heartbeat…or maybe two. Long enough to feel the warmth of your breath against his own. Long enough for every memory of you to come crashing back at once.

When he finally forced himself away, his fingers tightened almost imperceptibly around the damp cloth in his hand. A faint warmth climbed the back of his neck, something dangerously close to embarrassment settling across features that had faced curses and death without ever once flinching.

His thumb brushed a loose strand of hair away from your face before he quietly looked toward the floor, a small, almost disbelieving smile tugging at his lips. “…Even now…” He let out the faintest breath of a laugh.“…you still have no idea what you do to me.”

He eased you back onto the futon before replacing the cool cloth against your forehead, brushing a few more damp curls away from your face with surprising tenderness. “You need rest.”

His thumb lingered for only a second against your temple. “I’ll stay right here.” and he did. Long after your breathing evened out…Long after the fever stole you back into sleep.

Choso remained beside your bed, changing the cloth whenever it grew warm, checking your temperature every hour, and silently hoping the morning would bring you back to him a little healthier than the night had found you.

Then, morning came gently.

Soft rays of sunlight filtered through the paper shoji screens, painting warm golden squares across the tatami floor. Somewhere outside, birds chirped happily among the trees while the nearby river murmured against smooth stones, its quiet melody blending with the gentle sway of bamboo in the morning breeze.

For a long moment, you simply listened. The air smelled impossibly fresh as scents of cedar, wildflowers and fresh tea lingered in the room.

It almost felt…Heavenly. Your fever had finally broken. Your body still felt weak, but the pounding behind your eyes had disappeared, replaced by a peaceful exhaustion you hadn’t felt in what seemed forever. “…I really left.”

The realization settled over you like a heavy blanket as your gaze remained fixed on the wooden ceiling above. For a long moment you simply listened to the river outside, letting the gentle sound wash over thoughts that refused to quiet no matter how desperately you wanted them to.

Your fingers slowly curled into the blankets. By now…He had definitely found the note. The stupid thought alone made your chest tighten. You wondered what expression had crossed his face the moment he unfolded it. Had he been furious? Had he crushed it in his hand? Had he torn the entire penthouse apart looking for you? Or…

Had he simply just sat there…quietly reading it over and over again? A deep ache settled somewhere beneath your ribs. You had never intended to hurt him. You only wanted to breathe. Your mind wandered back to everything that had happened over the last several days.

Jacob. Heather. The confession. The blood. The tears…you squeezed your eyes shut.“…Why?” The question escaped as nothing more than a whisper. Why did he do it? Was it possessiveness? Was it revenge? Or…Had he truly believed he was protecting you?

You remembered the desperation in his voice when he’d admitted the truth, the way his hands had trembled when he thought he’d finally pushed you too far. You remembered how he’d looked at you—not like a king giving orders, but like a man terrified of losing the only thing that had ever mattered to him.

Your heart twisted painfully. Maybe…Maybe there had been more to the story than you’d allowed yourself to hear. Maybe running away had been unfair. Maybe…No.

You shook your head. No matter how much your heart wanted to run back into his arms, you needed this. You needed space. You needed answers that weren’t clouded by fear or grief. Unfortunately for you, you couldn't stop replaying the way his voice always seemed capable of pulling you back before you had finished thinking.

But that was the problem. Whenever Sukuna looked at you…The world became smaller. You hated admitting it.

You hated how quickly your body had learned the comfort of sleeping beside him, the steady weight of his arm around your waist, the quiet warmth of his chest against your back, the way your racing thoughts always seemed to slow whenever he was near.

It was frightening…How much you’d begun to miss him. Not because you had forgiven him. Not because the pain was gone. But because somewhere along the way…He had started to feel like home.. and homes…were never easy to walk away from.

The sliding door opened just enough for Choso to step inside.

The moment his eyes landed on you sitting upright, something in his expression immediately softened. Pure, unmistakable relief. His voice was gentle, almost smiling. “I was beginning to think you’d sleep through the entire morning.” You couldn’t help the tiny smile that tugged at your lips. “I almost did.”

Balancing a wooden tray carefully in one hand, Choso crossed the room before kneeling beside the futon. The aroma immediately filled the room—steaming miso soup, freshly brewed green tea, warm rice, and neatly sliced pear arranged with a level of care that almost made your heart ache.

He placed the tray across your lap. “I wasn’t sure what you’d feel like eating.” Your eyes widened slightly. “You… made all of this?”

He nodded as though it were the most ordinary thing in the world. “I wasn’t about to let you survive on tea alone.” A quiet laugh escaped you. Choso looked at you for another second before raising the back of his hand to your forehead.

His fingers were cool against your skin. “I’m okay.” His eyebrows lifted. “You’re okay now.” His hand lingered for another heartbeat before falling back into his lap. “Twelve hours ago you were burning with fever and barely responsive.”

Your smile faded. “…Right.” A small silence settled between you. You reached for the teacup first, wrapping both hands around its warmth before taking a careful sip.

When you looked back up, Choso was still watching you..as though seeing you eat was somehow enough to put his heart at ease. You tilted your head. “What is it now ?” He blinked. “Hm?”

“You’ve been looking at me like that since you walked in..” Another quiet pause. “Is there something you want to tell me?” Choso smiled faintly. Instead of answering, he asked softly, “Is there something you want to know?”

Your fingers tightened around the teacup. “…Actually…” You looked down into the steam curling from its surface. “There is.” 

When your eyes met his again, they carried the same question you’d asked so many others. “Who am I to you?” The room grew quiet. “So many people…” Your voice barely rose above a whisper. “They look at me like they’ve known me forever.”

You swallowed. “You do it…Sukuna does it…You all keep talking around me instead of to me.” Your chest tightened. “I just…” You looked away. “…I just want somebody to tell me who I am.” For the first time since entering the room, Choso looked genuinely conflicted. His gaze drifted toward the open window. Toward the mountains beyond.

Then slowly…Back to you. “You were…” His voice softened. “…everything.” The word hung in the air. “You were the kind of person people built their lives around.” A bittersweet smile crossed his face. “You had this way of making everyone around you feel seen.”

His eyes grew distant. “You were sunshine after endless winters…the calm after storms.” a pause.“ The reason people kept getting back up.” Your heart skipped a beat. “And to you?” The question escaped before you could stop it.

Choso laughed quietly. “You were my home.” Silence. “I never expected anything from you.” He smiled to himself. “Watching you smile was always enough.” His expression darkened. “But…” His jaw tightened. “…everything changed.”

“You were supposed to be married into another clan.” Your eyebrows furrowed. “My father…” Choso nodded once. “That’s what I was told.”

“And Sukuna?” The name alone seemed to make old memories flash behind his eyes. “He tried to stop it.” His voice caught as tears gathered quietly along his lower lashes. “I remember…” He stopped. His breathing became uneven. “I remember blood.”

His hands curled tightly against his knees. “And after that…” He shook his head slowly. “…everything else is just pieces.” You reached across the tray and rested your hand lightly over his. “It’s okay.”

The words came gently. “You don’t have to remember it today.” Choso looked down at your hand. Then back up at you..and after a long moment, he smiled. “You should finish your breakfast.” You tilted your head. He squeezed your hand once before letting go. “And promise me something.”

“What?”

“No matter who breaks your heart…” His voice remained steady. “No matter what man walks out of your life…” His eyes met yours. “…don’t ever starve yourself for someone again.” Your gaze dropped to the bowl in your lap. Then slowly…You nodded. “I promise.”

For the first time in days…You truly meant it.

Meanwhile…

Silence had become the most dangerous sound inside the penthouse.

The grand dining hall, once filled with servants bustling from one end to the other, now sat unnaturally still. Even the chandeliers seemed afraid to sway as Sukuna remained seated alone at the head of the impossibly long table, one elbow resting against the carved wood while his fingers lazily turned the folded note over and over.

Silence answered him. The empty chair beside him seemed almost cruel, and the memories of you only made the room feel colder. A hesitant knock echoed through the hall. One of the servants stepped inside, trembling before they had even crossed the doorway. “My… my lord…” Sukuna never looked up. “Well?”

“We’ve searched the eastern side of the estate…” Another pause. “We still haven’t found Lady Y/N.” Nothing but deadly silence. That frightened everyone far more.

Sukuna slowly folded the note and slipped it back inside his pocket. Then, at last, he lifted his eyes. “The next person who walks into this room with the wrong answer…” His voice remained almost conversational.“…will not live long enough to give me another.”

The servant turned pale. Before another word could be spoken, every servant in the hall scattered like frightened birds. Silence returned. Sukuna leaned back in his chair and rubbed a tired hand down his face.

The last servant disappeared so quickly the massive dining hall fell eerily silent once again. That was all this place had known since you’d left.

Sukuna remained seated exactly where he had been for what felt like hours, one elbow resting against the arm of the chair while the folded note slowly returned between his fingers. He had unfolded it so many times the edges had begun to soften beneath his touch, the paper worn thin from being held far more often than it ever should have been.

He didn’t need to read it anymore. He could recite every word from memory. “I’ll come back.”

A bitter laugh escaped him. “…You always say that.” His thumb slowly traced your name written at the bottom. The motion alone was enough to drag him somewhere he hadn’t allowed himself to revisit in centuries.

So much blood. You had looked at him then too. Even while your life slipped through trembling fingers.

“I’ll come back.”

The memory struck like a blade through his ribs. His jaw clenched. “…And you did.” He whispered it more to himself than anyone else. “You found your way back to me.”

His fingers tightened around the note until the paper crumpled beneath his grip. “So why…” His voice cracked ever so slightly before he swallowed the rest of the sentence. “…did I let you walk away again?”

The room remained quiet. He slowly leaned forward, resting his forehead against his clasped hands. For the first time in centuries…The King of Curses looked tired. He had reduced entire clans to nothing more than forgotten names carved into history. Yet somehow…The one woman he’d waited lifetimes to hold again had slipped through his fingers because he’d failed to understand the one thing strength could never force.

Trust.

“…Idiot.” He laughed quietly at himself. “You should’ve told her.” The confession tasted bitter. “You should’ve trusted her enough to let her choose.” His eyes closed. “But if I told you everything…” His voice barely rose above a whisper. “…you would’ve looked at me the same way everyone else does.”

Like a monster, and that thought alone…he wasn’t sure he could survive. Because he didn’t care if the world feared him. He cared if you did. His eyes slowly drifted toward the security monitor sitting quietly across the room.

The footage had replayed so many times he no longer needed to press the button. He knew exactly what happened. You stepping onto the balcony. Looking back toward the bedroom one last time. Writing the note.

Then…A familiar figure appearing below. Sukuna watched the recording again anyway. Watched your hesitant expression. Watched you look back toward the room where he’d been sleeping. Watched you write those final words before placing the note carefully on the bed.

Watched…As you reached for Choso’s hand. Something inside him twisted violently. “…Him.” The word left his mouth like poison. His crimson eyes darkened. “Of course it was him…” A humorless smile crossed his face as his fingers slowly curled into a fist.

“You always did have perfect timing.” The wooden armrest beneath his hand splintered without warning. CRACK. Fragments scattered across the polished floor. Sukuna didn’t even care to notice.

“…If she’d left on her own…” He stared blankly at the broken wood. “I would’ve waited.” a pause. “As long as she needed.”

“But you…” His voice dropped lower.“…you took away my patience.” His breathing slowed dangerously. “I should kill you.” The words came without anger. Just quiet certainty. “I should erase every trace of your existence.” Silence answered him.

Then…Another thought followed. No. His jaw tightened. Because you had chosen to leave. You had trusted Choso enough to go with him. That realization hurt far more than any thought of violence ever could.

Because it meant…You hadn’t run from Choso. You had run from him.

The weight of that truth settled heavily across his shoulders. “…Come home.” He looked down at the note once more. His thumb gently smoothed one of the wrinkles he’d accidentally made. “You’ve had your space.” A tired breath escaped him.“…Please.”

The single word hung alone inside the empty hall.

A familiar presence quietly appeared behind him. “My lord.” Uraume bowed respectfully. “I have an update.”

Sukuna slowly folded the note and slipped it carefully back inside his pocket, protecting it as though it were made of glass.

Without turning around…He spoke. “…Speak.”

Miles away…The mountain breeze carried the scent of cedar and rain through the open windows as you quietly insisted on proving you were feeling better. “I can walk.”

Choso looked up from where he was grinding fresh herbs. “You nearly collapsed twenty-three minutes ago.” You frowned. “…You’re counting?”

“I have to.” His answer came so naturally that it caught you off guard. “Someone has to.” Determined to prove him wrong, you pushed yourself up from the futon and took several careful steps toward the small kitchen.

“I’m making my own tea.” Choso watched and said nothing. After only a few steps the room tilted again..Your vision blurred so suddenly your stomach dropped with it. “Oh…”

The cup slipped from your fingers. Before it ever reached the floor—Strong arms caught you. One arm rested securely around your waist while the other supported your back, keeping you upright as though you weighed nothing at all.

Your forehead nearly brushed his chest. “I’m okay.”

“No.” His voice remained calm. “You aren’t.” then when you finally looked up…at him. The dark markings across his face somehow made the softness in his expression stand out even more. His eyes, usually so quiet, searched yours with unmistakable concern, as though he were trying to convince himself you hadn’t pushed yourself too far again.

For several long seconds…Neither of you moved. The entire world seemed to disappear. There was only the quiet sound of the river outside…The warmth of his hand against your back…and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your fingertips. He looked at you as though you were something impossibly precious. Like something that had already been lost once.

His hand shifted slightly against your waist, almost unconsciously…almost…Until the distant whistle of a kettle broke the silence.

Choso blinked then cleared his throat and gently lifted you back into his arms. “I knew you were stubborn.” You sighed dramatically. “I was literally just trying to make tea.”

“And somehow almost declared war on the floor.” Despite yourself…You laughed. The sound made Choso smile before he could stop himself. He carefully settled you back onto the futon before preparing another dose of medicine, kneeling beside you once more.

“You need to let your body heal.” You accepted the small cup without arguing this time. After swallowing the medicine, you rested your head against the pillow with a tired sigh.

“You’re…” You searched for the right word. “…Different.” His eyebrow lifted. “Different?”

“You don’t tell me what to do.” He smiled softly. “No, of course not.”

“You make me want to listen.” The words slipped out before you realized you’d spoken them aloud. Heat immediately rushed into your cheeks. Choso looked away first as a faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

“I’ll take that as progress.” You smiled too. But as your eyes drifted closed once more…Another face quietly crossed your mind. Pink hair and crimson eyes. A voice that still echoed inside your chest. Your heart…Still searched for Sukuna. Even if your soul had finally found peace.

Your breathing eventually evened out as the medicine had finally begun doing its job.

Curled beneath the light blankets, you looked peaceful for the first time in what felt like forever, your chest rising and falling softly as the mountain breeze stirred the loose curls around your face. Choso remained seated beside the futon, one elbow resting against his knee while his fingers absentmindedly brushed another cool cloth across your forehead. “…That’s better.”

His voice barely rose above a whisper. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “You look more like yourself.” His hand lingered for another moment before he slowly pulled it away, careful not to wake you.

Silence settled over the little minka. Outside, the river continued its endless song. Inside… Choso’s thoughts drifted somewhere else entirely.

The memory came without warning. Warm sunlight spilled across the palace gardens as laughter echoed through the courtyard. You were laughing. Not the quiet little laugh you’d given him earlier that morning.

A real one. The kind that made your shoulders shake and your entire face light up. Sukuna stood beside you with the same unimpressed expression he always wore, one arm lazily wrapped around your waist after you’d nearly tripped over your own feet chasing butterflies through the flowers.

“You are unbelievably clumsy.” You only laughed harder. “Oh hush, you caught me anyway.” Sukuna rolled his eyes. “I caught you because listening to you complain would’ve been more irritating.”

“Liar.” a pause. “You like taking care of me.” He sighed deeply. “I tolerate you.”

“You adore me.” You stood on your tiptoes anyway, pressing a quick kiss against his cheek before running off again. For the briefest moment…Sukuna smiled. It was barely noticeable, but it was there. Hidden from everyone…Except Choso.

He’d been watching from the shaded veranda. The ache in his chest had been unbearable. He had loved you then. Just as deeply as he did now. But as he watched you laughing…Truly laughing… He remembered thinking something he had never told another soul.

“If that smile belongs to him…Then I can live with that.” Because your happiness…Had always mattered more than his own.

“…Idiot.” Choso blinked, pulling himself back into the present. His eyes drifted toward your sleeping face. “…You’re still a fool for her.” A tired chuckle escaped him. “Sukuna…” He shook his head. “You’ve always been hopeless with things like this.”

He looked toward the breakfast tray. “She starved herself.” His expression softened. “And you never noticed.” He sighed quietly before standing. “…But you’re trying.” Those words surprised even him.

He looked back one last time. “…He’ll probably kill me.”..Another small smile.“…Worth it.” He quietly stepped outside, glancing once toward the bright afternoon sky. “We’ll be back before sundown.”

At least…That was the plan.

The massive estate came into view nearly an hour later.

Choso hadn’t even reached the entrance before a familiar voice stopped him. “So…” Sukuna stood waiting at the top of the steps, arms folded behind his back as crimson eyes settled lazily on him. “…You really are getting bold.”

Neither of them moved. The air itself felt heavy. “You’ve lived far longer than I expected.” Choso met his gaze without flinching. “I suppose you’ve grown careless with your own life-.”

“I didn’t kidnap her.”

“You interrupted my sentence.” Sukuna’s voice remained dangerously calm. “…You took her.”

“She chose to leave.” That single sentence hung between them. Sukuna’s jaw tightened. Choso continued anyway. “She left you a note didn't she?.” Something flickered across Sukuna’s face. Almost invisible, but Choso saw it. “You’ve read it.” No answer. “I bet you read it enough times that you’ve memorized every word.” Sukuna’s silence confirmed everything. Choso sighed. “I didn’t come here to argue.” a pause. “I came to bring you to her.”

That finally caught Sukuna’s attention. “But…” Choso’s voice hardened. “Only if you promise me one thing.” Sukuna laughed darkly. “You think you’re in a position to negotiate?”

“I think so.. I mean I am looking at the man who almost loved her into a grave.” The words landed harder than either expected. For the first time…Sukuna looked genuinely confused.

Choso stepped closer. “When I found her…She could barely stand..She couldn’t eat. She couldn’t even lift a bowl of soup without her hands shaking….She’d cried herself sick.”

His eyes narrowed. “and your useless servants stood there watching. So promise you will never let Y/N’s life slip through your fingers again.” Sukuna slowly turned toward the servants lining the entrance. Every single one lowered their head. No one spoke. No one dared to say a word...

The realization settled heavily inside him..His fists clenched even tighter.“…She’s asleep now.” Choso broke the silence.  “But if we’re going…” His eyes met Sukuna’s again. “…we leave now.” Without another word…Choso disappeared and Sukuna followed.

…The little mountain house had fallen completely silent. The medicine still clouded your thoughts. You barely stirred when unfamiliar arms slipped beneath your back. A soft laugh echoed somewhere above you.

“My…” The voice was smooth, almost playful. “…what a delicate little treasure.” You frowned weakly. Still half asleep.“…Choso…?”

“Oh…” The stranger smiled. “So you were expecting someone else.” He adjusted you effortlessly against his shoulder as though carrying you weighed nothing. “That’s unfortunate.” His stitched fingers brushed one of your curls away from your face. “You don’t leave something this precious all alone.” His smile widened. “Someone might decide to steal it.”

The world blurred again. You tried to open your eyes but everything remained fuzzy. “…Who…”

“Ah, ah, ah don't you worry about that just yet.” His voice was almost cheerful. “ I've been looking for you for a very…very long time.” Darkness swallowed you once again.

Cold. That was the first thing you felt..cold concrete. A damp smell clung to the air, thick with mildew and rust as weak fluorescent lights buzzed overhead. Somewhere nearby, water dripped steadily into unseen puddles, each echo making the abandoned basement feel emptier than it already was.

Your eyes slowly opened. “…Am I…” A quiet chuckle interrupted you. “No.” The voice came from somewhere across the room. “You’re definitely awake.”

You forced yourself upright, immediately noticing the stained mattress beneath you. Your stomach turned.

Across the room stood a young man with messy blue hair, strange stitches running across his face and neck as though someone had sewn him together by hand. His hands rested casually inside his pockets, yet something about the way he smiled made every instinct inside you scream to run.

He bowed dramatically with a smile that never faltered. “ Mahito, It’s a pleasure to finally meet you…Y/N” He slowly said your name perfectly. Your blood ran cold. “…How do you know me?”

“Oh…” He tilted his head. “I know lots of things.” Your breathing quickened. “Where’s Choso?” Mahito laughed. “That sweet little fool?, He left you sleeping all by yourself.” a pause. “So…” He shrugged. “I borrowed you.”

“He’ll come looking for me.” Mahito’s eyebrow lifted. “You think so?”

“Yes I absolutely do… he will find me.” For the first time…His smile faltered. Only for a heartbeat. Then it returned, bigger than before. “I’m sure he will.” He crouched until he was eye level with you. “The question is…” His stitched finger gently tilted your chin upward. “…will he find you before I get bored?”

The little minka was empty.

The blanket still lay folded where Choso had tucked it around you that morning. A half-finished bowl of soup rested beside the futon, the tea still warm enough to curl thin wisps of steam into the quiet room. Nothing looked disturbed.

Except…You were gone. Choso stopped in the doorway. “…No.” The single word came out almost breathless. His eyes swept the room again, searching for something—anything—that proved you had simply wandered outside.

You couldn’t have. You had barely been able to walk. Behind him, Sukuna stepped inside. His crimson eyes moved once around the room. The untouched medicine. The empty futon. The open window. Then…Nothing. “You know…” His voice was almost conversational. “If your goal was simply to die…” He slowly turned toward Choso. “…you could’ve said so.”

Choso’s head snapped toward him. “I didn’t leave her unprotected.” Sukuna tilted his head sarcastically “You left her.”

“I was gone less than an hour.” The room trembled beneath Sukuna’s cursed energy. Before either could say another word, Choso noticed something resting near the windowsill. A single stitched thread.

His expression changed immediately. “…Mahito.” Sukuna looked down. The stitched thread disappeared beneath his fingertips as recognition flashed across his face. “I know where he took her.” Neither man waited another second. They were already gone.

You coughed again.

The sound echoed through the damp basement as you pulled the cotton yukata tighter around yourself, curling further against the stained mattress. Every part of your body still felt heavy from the fever that returned, your limbs refused to cooperate no matter how desperately you wanted them to.

Mahito crouched a few feet away, watching and smiling. “So…” He tilted his head. “Who broke your little heart?” You didn’t answer. Another cough escaped instead. “Hm.” His stitched smile widened. “I knew it.”

“Someone’s going through a breakup.” You turned your face away from him. “…Leave me alone.”

“I thought you’d be begging for your life by now.” He rested his chin against his palm. “I told you. He isn’t coming.” Silence. “He left you.” The words settled heavier than you wanted them to. Your fingers tightened around the edge of the yukata.

Maybe…No. You refused to believe it. Mahito laughed softly. “…See? I was right.” Then—The entire room exploded with pressure.

Mahito’s smile vanished. His body slammed violently against the concrete floor, the impact cracking the foundation beneath him as an invisible weight crushed him deeper and deeper into the ground.

Blood spilled from between his teeth. “…Gh—” He couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t move. Couldn’t even lift his head. Heavy footsteps echoed through the hallway. Each one seemed louder than the last.

Your heart stopped. That presence…You knew it. Even before you saw him. Sukuna stepped through the shattered doorway. Pink hair slightly disheveled. Dark circles beneath crimson eyes.

His fitted black shirt clung tightly across broad shoulders that looked as though they hadn’t relaxed in days. He didn’t even acknowledge you. Not yet at least, because his eyes never left Mahito. “…Say it again.” Mahito coughed violently. “M-my king—”

“I said…” Another wave of pressure forced Mahito’s face harder against the floor. “…say it again.” The room shook. “You were telling her…” Sukuna continued walking.“…that I wasn’t coming.” Mahito trembled. “…Please…”

“What made you believe…” Sukuna stopped directly in front of him. “…that I’d allow you to touch what belongs to me…and continue existing?” Mahito’s body shook uncontrollably. “I-I—”

“You’ll spend the remainder of your miserable existence wishing death would take you.” His smile was calm. Almost beautiful. “But I’ll make certain, it never does.”

Mahito screamed. Before Sukuna could move again—You coughed. The small sound barely reached the room, yet it reached him. Suddenly everything stopped. The suffocating pressure disappeared as quickly as it had come.

Sukuna turned, finally…He looked at you. Really looked at you. The oversized cotton yukata hung loosely from your shoulders. Your cheeks had become noticeably thinner. Your lips were dry. Your eyes still carried the haze of illness. For several long seconds…He couldn’t move.

“…Look at you.” The words broke quietly. As though they physically hurt to say. Behind him, Mahito tried to crawl away. Without so much as glancing back—Sukuna flicked two fingers. Mahito’s body twisted violently before compressing into a spear of cursed flesh that shot across the room.

Choso caught it instinctively. He stared at it. “…Interesting.” Sukuna had already forgotten Mahito existed. He slowly crossed the remaining distance before lowering himself onto one knee in front of you.

One large warm hand gently cupped your cheek. You leaned into it before you even realized you had. “…It’s really you.” Your voice came out barely louder than a whisper. His thumb brushed beneath your eye. “I’m here.”

“I thought…” Another cough interrupted you. “I know.” His forehead rested softly against yours. “…I’m sorry.”

“I should’ve listened..I should’ve told you everything.” His voice had become so quiet only you could hear it. “Please Y/N,…come home.” Your eyes filled again. Not with sadness, but with relief. Slowly…You lifted your hand, and wrapped your fingers weakly around the front of his shirt.

The tiny gesture stole every remaining ounce of tension from his body. His shoulders lowered as his breathing finally steadied. He understood. You weren’t forgiving him entirely just yet. But you weren’t pushing him away either. For now…That was enough. Without another word, Sukuna slipped one arm beneath your knees and another around your back, lifting you effortlessly into his arms.

You immediately rested your head beneath his chin. The familiar rhythm of his heartbeat surrounded you. Somehow…For the first time in days…You finally felt safe. As he walked toward the exit, he slowed beside Choso.

Neither looked at the other. After a long silence, Sukuna spoke again. “…I suppose your life is spared.” a pause. “…For now.” The corner of Choso’s mouth lifted. “I’ll take what I can get.”

Outside, the black SUV already waited.

Sukuna climbed inside without ever loosening his hold around you, settling you carefully across his lap before pulling a blanket around your shoulders. The city lights drifted quietly past the windows as one hand absentmindedly rubbed slow circles across your back, the steady motion calming both of you far more than either wished to admit.

He lowered his head and placed a gentle kiss against your forehead. “…You’re never disappearing like that again.” You were already asleep before you could argue. His phone suddenly vibrated.

GOJO.

Sukuna answered without taking his eyes off you.“What.” Gojo laughed on the other end.“…Well. I’ve got good news…Or terrible news.” Silence. “Depends how much you enjoy awkward family dinners.”

Sukuna’s brow furrowed. “…Speak.” A pause. “The reader’s father just landed.” Gojo chuckled. “…Good luck. You’re about to meet your father-in-law.” The line went silent. 

and for once…Even Sukuna didn’t have a response.

✧ ── 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 ── ✧

⟢ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 :: Sukuna x fem!reader

⟢ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 :: dark romance ・ angst ・ supernatural ・ reincarnation AU ・ obsessive love ・ psychological tension

⟢ 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 :: possessive behavior . toxic love . reincarnation . violence . bloodshed . emotional obsession . jealousy . manipulation . fate . loneliness . emotional dependency . eventual smut . corruption of love . “you belong to me” energy .

⟢ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 :: dark content ahead . toxic relationships . emotional abuse . cheating mentions . manipulation . obsessive behavior . blood & gore . violence . death . possessiveness . verbal degradation/name calling . unhealthy attachment . stalking behavior . panic/anxiety themes . explicit language . eventual smut. ANGST. SIMP SUKUNA.

✧ ── 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟎𝟖 ── ✧

The walk hadn’t been nearly as long as you’d expected…at least, that’s what you kept trying to tell yourself.

The further you and Choso wandered through the quiet countryside, the heavier your body became. Every step felt slower than the last, your legs trembling beneath you as if they no longer belonged to you. The cool mountain air that had felt refreshing only moments ago suddenly became unbearably cold against your skin.

You frowned. “…That’s strange.” Choso looked over immediately. “What is?”

You blinked several times, trying to clear your vision, but the trees in front of you refused to stay still. The world swayed gently from side to side, black spots dancing at the edges of your eyesight until you had to grab onto the sleeve of Choso’s robe just to steady yourself.

“I…” You swallowed hard, your voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t feel so…” The sentence never finished. Your knees buckled beneath you. Before your body could even begin to fall, Choso’s strong arms caught you effortlessly. “Y/N.”

The concern in Choso’s voice was immediate. His hand slid carefully behind your back while the other cradled the back of your head, pulling you gently against his chest. Your skin was burning, yet you couldn’t stop shivering, tiny tremors running through your body as your breathing grew uneven. 

“Look at me.” You tried..You really did. But your eyelids felt impossibly heavy. Choso’s expression tightened. Slowly, he pressed the back of his hand against your forehead. His eyes widened. “…You’re burning up.”

You gave a weak little laugh. “I think…” Another shiver interrupted you. “…I might’ve overdone it.”

“You think?” It wasn’t anger. It wasn’t even irritation. Just quiet disbelief wrapped in concern. Without another word, Choso bent down and lifted you into his arms as though you weighed nothing at all.

Your head instinctively rested against his shoulder. The rhythmic beat of his heart was strangely calming.

You were vaguely aware of him carrying you farther into the mountains, your fever making everything blur together until the scenery became nothing more than patches of green,  and the occasional sound of a nearby stream.

By the time you opened your eyes again, you were somewhere else entirely. The house was small and traditional.

Tatami mats stretched beneath your feet while soft afternoon light filtered through the shoji screens, painting quiet patterns across the wooden floor. Outside, wind chimes swayed lazily beneath the porch roof, their gentle melody mixing with birdsong and the distant rush of water from a nearby river.

It felt…Peaceful.

Choso carefully lowered you onto a neatly made futon near the open window. The moment your back touched the blankets, another violent shiver tore through your body.

His jaw clenched. “…Look what you’ve done to yourself.” His voice remained soft, though disappointment lingered beneath it. “You stopped eating.” He disappeared into another room only to return seconds later carrying a wooden basin filled with cool water and several clean cloths. “You stopped sleeping.”

He wrung one of the cloths out before folding it neatly and placing it across your forehead. “You spent days crying until your body simply decided it had enough.” Your eyes fluttered open just enough to watch him.

He gently helped you sit upright, supporting most of your weight against his chest as he carefully loosened your outer layers, replacing them with a light cotton yukata so your fever could break more easily. Every movement was respectful, deliberate, almost clinical, his attention fixed entirely on making you more comfortable rather than the vulnerability of the moment.

When he finished, he tucked the blankets back around you. “You don’t have to keep proving how strong you are.” Your head lolled weakly to one side. “I’m not…”

“You are.” He sighed quietly. “And your body is paying the price.” Choso reached for a small ceramic bottle sitting beside the basin before pouring a measured amount of herbal medicine into a tiny cup. He then gently brought it toward your lips. “Drink.” You tried. The medicine barely touched your tongue before another wave of dizziness rolled through you, most of it dribbled back down your chin.

Choso frowned. “…Stubborn.” He looked from the cup…to you…then quietly made up his mind. Your sleepy eyes widened ever so slightly in confusion. Then Choso leaned forward. “…Forgive me.” The apology left his lips so quietly you almost could have mistaken it for a prayer.

After tipping the bitter medicine into his own mouth, Choso hesitated. His heartbeat pounded loudly enough that he was certain, had you been fully awake, you would’ve heard it too. For one impossible second he simply looked at you, committing every exhausted detail to memory—the faint flush burning across your fevered cheeks, your lashes resting softly against your skin still damp from sweat, the tiny crease between your brows even in sleep.

Then, with a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, he leaned down. His lips met yours with such impossible care that it almost wasn’t a kiss at all. It was gentle. As though he feared that even the slightest pressure might break you.

He slowly guided the medicine between your lips, watching carefully until your throat gave the smallest swallow. Only then did he begin to pull away, but somewhere between duty and longing… he lingered. Just for a heartbeat…or maybe two. Long enough to feel the warmth of your breath against his own. Long enough for every memory of you to come crashing back at once.

When he finally forced himself away, his fingers tightened almost imperceptibly around the damp cloth in his hand. A faint warmth climbed the back of his neck, something dangerously close to embarrassment settling across features that had faced curses and death without ever once flinching.

His thumb brushed a loose strand of hair away from your face before he quietly looked toward the floor, a small, almost disbelieving smile tugging at his lips. “…Even now…” He let out the faintest breath of a laugh.“…you still have no idea what you do to me.”

He eased you back onto the futon before replacing the cool cloth against your forehead, brushing a few more damp curls away from your face with surprising tenderness. “You need rest.”

His thumb lingered for only a second against your temple. “I’ll stay right here.” and he did. Long after your breathing evened out…Long after the fever stole you back into sleep.

Choso remained beside your bed, changing the cloth whenever it grew warm, checking your temperature every hour, and silently hoping the morning would bring you back to him a little healthier than the night had found you.

Then, morning came gently.

Soft rays of sunlight filtered through the paper shoji screens, painting warm golden squares across the tatami floor. Somewhere outside, birds chirped happily among the trees while the nearby river murmured against smooth stones, its quiet melody blending with the gentle sway of bamboo in the morning breeze.

For a long moment, you simply listened. The air smelled impossibly fresh as scents of cedar, wildflowers and fresh tea lingered in the room.

It almost felt…Heavenly. Your fever had finally broken. Your body still felt weak, but the pounding behind your eyes had disappeared, replaced by a peaceful exhaustion you hadn’t felt in what seemed forever. “…I really left.”

The realization settled over you like a heavy blanket as your gaze remained fixed on the wooden ceiling above. For a long moment you simply listened to the river outside, letting the gentle sound wash over thoughts that refused to quiet no matter how desperately you wanted them to.

Your fingers slowly curled into the blankets. By now…He had definitely found the note. The stupid thought alone made your chest tighten. You wondered what expression had crossed his face the moment he unfolded it. Had he been furious? Had he crushed it in his hand? Had he torn the entire penthouse apart looking for you? Or…

Had he simply just sat there…quietly reading it over and over again? A deep ache settled somewhere beneath your ribs. You had never intended to hurt him. You only wanted to breathe. Your mind wandered back to everything that had happened over the last several days.

Jacob. Heather. The confession. The blood. The tears…you squeezed your eyes shut.“…Why?” The question escaped as nothing more than a whisper. Why did he do it? Was it possessiveness? Was it revenge? Or…Had he truly believed he was protecting you?

You remembered the desperation in his voice when he’d admitted the truth, the way his hands had trembled when he thought he’d finally pushed you too far. You remembered how he’d looked at you—not like a king giving orders, but like a man terrified of losing the only thing that had ever mattered to him.

Your heart twisted painfully. Maybe…Maybe there had been more to the story than you’d allowed yourself to hear. Maybe running away had been unfair. Maybe…No.

You shook your head. No matter how much your heart wanted to run back into his arms, you needed this. You needed space. You needed answers that weren’t clouded by fear or grief. Unfortunately for you, you couldn't stop replaying the way his voice always seemed capable of pulling you back before you had finished thinking.

But that was the problem. Whenever Sukuna looked at you…The world became smaller. You hated admitting it.

You hated how quickly your body had learned the comfort of sleeping beside him, the steady weight of his arm around your waist, the quiet warmth of his chest against your back, the way your racing thoughts always seemed to slow whenever he was near.

It was frightening…How much you’d begun to miss him. Not because you had forgiven him. Not because the pain was gone. But because somewhere along the way…He had started to feel like home.. and homes…were never easy to walk away from.

The sliding door opened just enough for Choso to step inside.

The moment his eyes landed on you sitting upright, something in his expression immediately softened. Pure, unmistakable relief. His voice was gentle, almost smiling. “I was beginning to think you’d sleep through the entire morning.” You couldn’t help the tiny smile that tugged at your lips. “I almost did.”

Balancing a wooden tray carefully in one hand, Choso crossed the room before kneeling beside the futon. The aroma immediately filled the room—steaming miso soup, freshly brewed green tea, warm rice, and neatly sliced pear arranged with a level of care that almost made your heart ache.

He placed the tray across your lap. “I wasn’t sure what you’d feel like eating.” Your eyes widened slightly. “You… made all of this?”

He nodded as though it were the most ordinary thing in the world. “I wasn’t about to let you survive on tea alone.” A quiet laugh escaped you. Choso looked at you for another second before raising the back of his hand to your forehead.

His fingers were cool against your skin. “I’m okay.” His eyebrows lifted. “You’re okay now.” His hand lingered for another heartbeat before falling back into his lap. “Twelve hours ago you were burning with fever and barely responsive.”

Your smile faded. “…Right.” A small silence settled between you. You reached for the teacup first, wrapping both hands around its warmth before taking a careful sip.

When you looked back up, Choso was still watching you..as though seeing you eat was somehow enough to put his heart at ease. You tilted your head. “What is it now ?” He blinked. “Hm?”

“You’ve been looking at me like that since you walked in..” Another quiet pause. “Is there something you want to tell me?” Choso smiled faintly. Instead of answering, he asked softly, “Is there something you want to know?”

Your fingers tightened around the teacup. “…Actually…” You looked down into the steam curling from its surface. “There is.” 

When your eyes met his again, they carried the same question you’d asked so many others. “Who am I to you?” The room grew quiet. “So many people…” Your voice barely rose above a whisper. “They look at me like they’ve known me forever.”

You swallowed. “You do it…Sukuna does it…You all keep talking around me instead of to me.” Your chest tightened. “I just…” You looked away. “…I just want somebody to tell me who I am.” For the first time since entering the room, Choso looked genuinely conflicted. His gaze drifted toward the open window. Toward the mountains beyond.

Then slowly…Back to you. “You were…” His voice softened. “…everything.” The word hung in the air. “You were the kind of person people built their lives around.” A bittersweet smile crossed his face. “You had this way of making everyone around you feel seen.”

His eyes grew distant. “You were sunshine after endless winters…the calm after storms.” a pause.“ The reason people kept getting back up.” Your heart skipped a beat. “And to you?” The question escaped before you could stop it.

Choso laughed quietly. “You were my home.” Silence. “I never expected anything from you.” He smiled to himself. “Watching you smile was always enough.” His expression darkened. “But…” His jaw tightened. “…everything changed.”

“You were supposed to be married into another clan.” Your eyebrows furrowed. “My father…” Choso nodded once. “That’s what I was told.”

“And Sukuna?” The name alone seemed to make old memories flash behind his eyes. “He tried to stop it.” His voice caught as tears gathered quietly along his lower lashes. “I remember…” He stopped. His breathing became uneven. “I remember blood.”

His hands curled tightly against his knees. “And after that…” He shook his head slowly. “…everything else is just pieces.” You reached across the tray and rested your hand lightly over his. “It’s okay.”

The words came gently. “You don’t have to remember it today.” Choso looked down at your hand. Then back up at you..and after a long moment, he smiled. “You should finish your breakfast.” You tilted your head. He squeezed your hand once before letting go. “And promise me something.”

“What?”

“No matter who breaks your heart…” His voice remained steady. “No matter what man walks out of your life…” His eyes met yours. “…don’t ever starve yourself for someone again.” Your gaze dropped to the bowl in your lap. Then slowly…You nodded. “I promise.”

For the first time in days…You truly meant it.

Meanwhile…

Silence had become the most dangerous sound inside the penthouse.

The grand dining hall, once filled with servants bustling from one end to the other, now sat unnaturally still. Even the chandeliers seemed afraid to sway as Sukuna remained seated alone at the head of the impossibly long table, one elbow resting against the carved wood while his fingers lazily turned the folded note over and over.

Silence answered him. The empty chair beside him seemed almost cruel, and the memories of you only made the room feel colder. A hesitant knock echoed through the hall. One of the servants stepped inside, trembling before they had even crossed the doorway. “My… my lord…” Sukuna never looked up. “Well?”

“We’ve searched the eastern side of the estate…” Another pause. “We still haven’t found Lady Y/N.” Nothing but deadly silence. That frightened everyone far more.

Sukuna slowly folded the note and slipped it back inside his pocket. Then, at last, he lifted his eyes. “The next person who walks into this room with the wrong answer…” His voice remained almost conversational.“…will not live long enough to give me another.”

The servant turned pale. Before another word could be spoken, every servant in the hall scattered like frightened birds. Silence returned. Sukuna leaned back in his chair and rubbed a tired hand down his face.

The last servant disappeared so quickly the massive dining hall fell eerily silent once again. That was all this place had known since you’d left.

Sukuna remained seated exactly where he had been for what felt like hours, one elbow resting against the arm of the chair while the folded note slowly returned between his fingers. He had unfolded it so many times the edges had begun to soften beneath his touch, the paper worn thin from being held far more often than it ever should have been.

He didn’t need to read it anymore. He could recite every word from memory. “I’ll come back.”

A bitter laugh escaped him. “…You always say that.” His thumb slowly traced your name written at the bottom. The motion alone was enough to drag him somewhere he hadn’t allowed himself to revisit in centuries.

So much blood. You had looked at him then too. Even while your life slipped through trembling fingers.

“I’ll come back.”

The memory struck like a blade through his ribs. His jaw clenched. “…And you did.” He whispered it more to himself than anyone else. “You found your way back to me.”

His fingers tightened around the note until the paper crumpled beneath his grip. “So why…” His voice cracked ever so slightly before he swallowed the rest of the sentence. “…did I let you walk away again?”

The room remained quiet. He slowly leaned forward, resting his forehead against his clasped hands. For the first time in centuries…The King of Curses looked tired. He had reduced entire clans to nothing more than forgotten names carved into history. Yet somehow…The one woman he’d waited lifetimes to hold again had slipped through his fingers because he’d failed to understand the one thing strength could never force.

Trust.

“…Idiot.” He laughed quietly at himself. “You should’ve told her.” The confession tasted bitter. “You should’ve trusted her enough to let her choose.” His eyes closed. “But if I told you everything…” His voice barely rose above a whisper. “…you would’ve looked at me the same way everyone else does.”

Like a monster, and that thought alone…he wasn’t sure he could survive. Because he didn’t care if the world feared him. He cared if you did. His eyes slowly drifted toward the security monitor sitting quietly across the room.

The footage had replayed so many times he no longer needed to press the button. He knew exactly what happened. You stepping onto the balcony. Looking back toward the bedroom one last time. Writing the note.

Then…A familiar figure appearing below. Sukuna watched the recording again anyway. Watched your hesitant expression. Watched you look back toward the room where he’d been sleeping. Watched you write those final words before placing the note carefully on the bed.

Watched…As you reached for Choso’s hand. Something inside him twisted violently. “…Him.” The word left his mouth like poison. His crimson eyes darkened. “Of course it was him…” A humorless smile crossed his face as his fingers slowly curled into a fist.

“You always did have perfect timing.” The wooden armrest beneath his hand splintered without warning. CRACK. Fragments scattered across the polished floor. Sukuna didn’t even care to notice.

“…If she’d left on her own…” He stared blankly at the broken wood. “I would’ve waited.” a pause. “As long as she needed.”

“But you…” His voice dropped lower.“…you took away my patience.” His breathing slowed dangerously. “I should kill you.” The words came without anger. Just quiet certainty. “I should erase every trace of your existence.” Silence answered him.

Then…Another thought followed. No. His jaw tightened. Because you had chosen to leave. You had trusted Choso enough to go with him. That realization hurt far more than any thought of violence ever could.

Because it meant…You hadn’t run from Choso. You had run from him.

The weight of that truth settled heavily across his shoulders. “…Come home.” He looked down at the note once more. His thumb gently smoothed one of the wrinkles he’d accidentally made. “You’ve had your space.” A tired breath escaped him.“…Please.”

The single word hung alone inside the empty hall.

A familiar presence quietly appeared behind him. “My lord.” Uraume bowed respectfully. “I have an update.”

Sukuna slowly folded the note and slipped it carefully back inside his pocket, protecting it as though it were made of glass.

Without turning around…He spoke. “…Speak.”

Miles away…The mountain breeze carried the scent of cedar and rain through the open windows as you quietly insisted on proving you were feeling better. “I can walk.”

Choso looked up from where he was grinding fresh herbs. “You nearly collapsed twenty-three minutes ago.” You frowned. “…You’re counting?”

“I have to.” His answer came so naturally that it caught you off guard. “Someone has to.” Determined to prove him wrong, you pushed yourself up from the futon and took several careful steps toward the small kitchen.

“I’m making my own tea.” Choso watched and said nothing. After only a few steps the room tilted again..Your vision blurred so suddenly your stomach dropped with it. “Oh…”

The cup slipped from your fingers. Before it ever reached the floor—Strong arms caught you. One arm rested securely around your waist while the other supported your back, keeping you upright as though you weighed nothing at all.

Your forehead nearly brushed his chest. “I’m okay.”

“No.” His voice remained calm. “You aren’t.” then when you finally looked up…at him. The dark markings across his face somehow made the softness in his expression stand out even more. His eyes, usually so quiet, searched yours with unmistakable concern, as though he were trying to convince himself you hadn’t pushed yourself too far again.

For several long seconds…Neither of you moved. The entire world seemed to disappear. There was only the quiet sound of the river outside…The warmth of his hand against your back…and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your fingertips. He looked at you as though you were something impossibly precious. Like something that had already been lost once.

His hand shifted slightly against your waist, almost unconsciously…almost…Until the distant whistle of a kettle broke the silence.

Choso blinked then cleared his throat and gently lifted you back into his arms. “I knew you were stubborn.” You sighed dramatically. “I was literally just trying to make tea.”

“And somehow almost declared war on the floor.” Despite yourself…You laughed. The sound made Choso smile before he could stop himself. He carefully settled you back onto the futon before preparing another dose of medicine, kneeling beside you once more.

“You need to let your body heal.” You accepted the small cup without arguing this time. After swallowing the medicine, you rested your head against the pillow with a tired sigh.

“You’re…” You searched for the right word. “…Different.” His eyebrow lifted. “Different?”

“You don’t tell me what to do.” He smiled softly. “No, of course not.”

“You make me want to listen.” The words slipped out before you realized you’d spoken them aloud. Heat immediately rushed into your cheeks. Choso looked away first as a faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

“I’ll take that as progress.” You smiled too. But as your eyes drifted closed once more…Another face quietly crossed your mind. Pink hair and crimson eyes. A voice that still echoed inside your chest. Your heart…Still searched for Sukuna. Even if your soul had finally found peace.

Your breathing eventually evened out as the medicine had finally begun doing its job.

Curled beneath the light blankets, you looked peaceful for the first time in what felt like forever, your chest rising and falling softly as the mountain breeze stirred the loose curls around your face. Choso remained seated beside the futon, one elbow resting against his knee while his fingers absentmindedly brushed another cool cloth across your forehead. “…That’s better.”

His voice barely rose above a whisper. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “You look more like yourself.” His hand lingered for another moment before he slowly pulled it away, careful not to wake you.

Silence settled over the little minka. Outside, the river continued its endless song. Inside… Choso’s thoughts drifted somewhere else entirely.

The memory came without warning. Warm sunlight spilled across the palace gardens as laughter echoed through the courtyard. You were laughing. Not the quiet little laugh you’d given him earlier that morning.

A real one. The kind that made your shoulders shake and your entire face light up. Sukuna stood beside you with the same unimpressed expression he always wore, one arm lazily wrapped around your waist after you’d nearly tripped over your own feet chasing butterflies through the flowers.

“You are unbelievably clumsy.” You only laughed harder. “Oh hush, you caught me anyway.” Sukuna rolled his eyes. “I caught you because listening to you complain would’ve been more irritating.”

“Liar.” a pause. “You like taking care of me.” He sighed deeply. “I tolerate you.”

“You adore me.” You stood on your tiptoes anyway, pressing a quick kiss against his cheek before running off again. For the briefest moment…Sukuna smiled. It was barely noticeable, but it was there. Hidden from everyone…Except Choso.

He’d been watching from the shaded veranda. The ache in his chest had been unbearable. He had loved you then. Just as deeply as he did now. But as he watched you laughing…Truly laughing… He remembered thinking something he had never told another soul.

“If that smile belongs to him…Then I can live with that.” Because your happiness…Had always mattered more than his own.

“…Idiot.” Choso blinked, pulling himself back into the present. His eyes drifted toward your sleeping face. “…You’re still a fool for her.” A tired chuckle escaped him. “Sukuna…” He shook his head. “You’ve always been hopeless with things like this.”

He looked toward the breakfast tray. “She starved herself.” His expression softened. “And you never noticed.” He sighed quietly before standing. “…But you’re trying.” Those words surprised even him.

He looked back one last time. “…He’ll probably kill me.”..Another small smile.“…Worth it.” He quietly stepped outside, glancing once toward the bright afternoon sky. “We’ll be back before sundown.”

At least…That was the plan.

The massive estate came into view nearly an hour later.

Choso hadn’t even reached the entrance before a familiar voice stopped him. “So…” Sukuna stood waiting at the top of the steps, arms folded behind his back as crimson eyes settled lazily on him. “…You really are getting bold.”

Neither of them moved. The air itself felt heavy. “You’ve lived far longer than I expected.” Choso met his gaze without flinching. “I suppose you’ve grown careless with your own life-.”

“I didn’t kidnap her.”

“You interrupted my sentence.” Sukuna’s voice remained dangerously calm. “…You took her.”

“She chose to leave.” That single sentence hung between them. Sukuna’s jaw tightened. Choso continued anyway. “She left you a note didn't she?.” Something flickered across Sukuna’s face. Almost invisible, but Choso saw it. “You’ve read it.” No answer. “I bet you read it enough times that you’ve memorized every word.” Sukuna’s silence confirmed everything. Choso sighed. “I didn’t come here to argue.” a pause. “I came to bring you to her.”

That finally caught Sukuna’s attention. “But…” Choso’s voice hardened. “Only if you promise me one thing.” Sukuna laughed darkly. “You think you’re in a position to negotiate?”

“I think so.. I mean I am looking at the man who almost loved her into a grave.” The words landed harder than either expected. For the first time…Sukuna looked genuinely confused.

Choso stepped closer. “When I found her…She could barely stand..She couldn’t eat. She couldn’t even lift a bowl of soup without her hands shaking….She’d cried herself sick.”

His eyes narrowed. “and your useless servants stood there watching. So promise you will never let Y/N’s life slip through your fingers again.” Sukuna slowly turned toward the servants lining the entrance. Every single one lowered their head. No one spoke. No one dared to say a word...

The realization settled heavily inside him..His fists clenched even tighter.“…She’s asleep now.” Choso broke the silence.  “But if we’re going…” His eyes met Sukuna’s again. “…we leave now.” Without another word…Choso disappeared and Sukuna followed.

…The little mountain house had fallen completely silent. The medicine still clouded your thoughts. You barely stirred when unfamiliar arms slipped beneath your back. A soft laugh echoed somewhere above you.

“My…” The voice was smooth, almost playful. “…what a delicate little treasure.” You frowned weakly. Still half asleep.“…Choso…?”

“Oh…” The stranger smiled. “So you were expecting someone else.” He adjusted you effortlessly against his shoulder as though carrying you weighed nothing. “That’s unfortunate.” His stitched fingers brushed one of your curls away from your face. “You don’t leave something this precious all alone.” His smile widened. “Someone might decide to steal it.”

The world blurred again. You tried to open your eyes but everything remained fuzzy. “…Who…”

“Ah, ah, ah don't you worry about that just yet.” His voice was almost cheerful. “ I've been looking for you for a very…very long time.” Darkness swallowed you once again.

Cold. That was the first thing you felt..cold concrete. A damp smell clung to the air, thick with mildew and rust as weak fluorescent lights buzzed overhead. Somewhere nearby, water dripped steadily into unseen puddles, each echo making the abandoned basement feel emptier than it already was.

Your eyes slowly opened. “…Am I…” A quiet chuckle interrupted you. “No.” The voice came from somewhere across the room. “You’re definitely awake.”

You forced yourself upright, immediately noticing the stained mattress beneath you. Your stomach turned.

Across the room stood a young man with messy blue hair, strange stitches running across his face and neck as though someone had sewn him together by hand. His hands rested casually inside his pockets, yet something about the way he smiled made every instinct inside you scream to run.

He bowed dramatically with a smile that never faltered. “ Mahito, It’s a pleasure to finally meet you…Y/N” He slowly said your name perfectly. Your blood ran cold. “…How do you know me?”

“Oh…” He tilted his head. “I know lots of things.” Your breathing quickened. “Where’s Choso?” Mahito laughed. “That sweet little fool?, He left you sleeping all by yourself.” a pause. “So…” He shrugged. “I borrowed you.”

“He’ll come looking for me.” Mahito’s eyebrow lifted. “You think so?”

“Yes I absolutely do… he will find me.” For the first time…His smile faltered. Only for a heartbeat. Then it returned, bigger than before. “I’m sure he will.” He crouched until he was eye level with you. “The question is…” His stitched finger gently tilted your chin upward. “…will he find you before I get bored?”

The little minka was empty.

The blanket still lay folded where Choso had tucked it around you that morning. A half-finished bowl of soup rested beside the futon, the tea still warm enough to curl thin wisps of steam into the quiet room. Nothing looked disturbed.

Except…You were gone. Choso stopped in the doorway. “…No.” The single word came out almost breathless. His eyes swept the room again, searching for something—anything—that proved you had simply wandered outside.

You couldn’t have. You had barely been able to walk. Behind him, Sukuna stepped inside. His crimson eyes moved once around the room. The untouched medicine. The empty futon. The open window. Then…Nothing. “You know…” His voice was almost conversational. “If your goal was simply to die…” He slowly turned toward Choso. “…you could’ve said so.”

Choso’s head snapped toward him. “I didn’t leave her unprotected.” Sukuna tilted his head sarcastically “You left her.”

“I was gone less than an hour.” The room trembled beneath Sukuna’s cursed energy. Before either could say another word, Choso noticed something resting near the windowsill. A single stitched thread.

His expression changed immediately. “…Mahito.” Sukuna looked down. The stitched thread disappeared beneath his fingertips as recognition flashed across his face. “I know where he took her.” Neither man waited another second. They were already gone.

You coughed again.

The sound echoed through the damp basement as you pulled the cotton yukata tighter around yourself, curling further against the stained mattress. Every part of your body still felt heavy from the fever that returned, your limbs refused to cooperate no matter how desperately you wanted them to.

Mahito crouched a few feet away, watching and smiling. “So…” He tilted his head. “Who broke your little heart?” You didn’t answer. Another cough escaped instead. “Hm.” His stitched smile widened. “I knew it.”

“Someone’s going through a breakup.” You turned your face away from him. “…Leave me alone.”

“I thought you’d be begging for your life by now.” He rested his chin against his palm. “I told you. He isn’t coming.” Silence. “He left you.” The words settled heavier than you wanted them to. Your fingers tightened around the edge of the yukata.

Maybe…No. You refused to believe it. Mahito laughed softly. “…See? I was right.” Then—The entire room exploded with pressure.

Mahito’s smile vanished. His body slammed violently against the concrete floor, the impact cracking the foundation beneath him as an invisible weight crushed him deeper and deeper into the ground.

Blood spilled from between his teeth. “…Gh—” He couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t move. Couldn’t even lift his head. Heavy footsteps echoed through the hallway. Each one seemed louder than the last.

Your heart stopped. That presence…You knew it. Even before you saw him. Sukuna stepped through the shattered doorway. Pink hair slightly disheveled. Dark circles beneath crimson eyes.

His fitted black shirt clung tightly across broad shoulders that looked as though they hadn’t relaxed in days. He didn’t even acknowledge you. Not yet at least, because his eyes never left Mahito. “…Say it again.” Mahito coughed violently. “M-my king—”

“I said…” Another wave of pressure forced Mahito’s face harder against the floor. “…say it again.” The room shook. “You were telling her…” Sukuna continued walking.“…that I wasn’t coming.” Mahito trembled. “…Please…”

“What made you believe…” Sukuna stopped directly in front of him. “…that I’d allow you to touch what belongs to me…and continue existing?” Mahito’s body shook uncontrollably. “I-I—”

“You’ll spend the remainder of your miserable existence wishing death would take you.” His smile was calm. Almost beautiful. “But I’ll make certain, it never does.”

Mahito screamed. Before Sukuna could move again—You coughed. The small sound barely reached the room, yet it reached him. Suddenly everything stopped. The suffocating pressure disappeared as quickly as it had come.

Sukuna turned, finally…He looked at you. Really looked at you. The oversized cotton yukata hung loosely from your shoulders. Your cheeks had become noticeably thinner. Your lips were dry. Your eyes still carried the haze of illness. For several long seconds…He couldn’t move.

“…Look at you.” The words broke quietly. As though they physically hurt to say. Behind him, Mahito tried to crawl away. Without so much as glancing back—Sukuna flicked two fingers. Mahito’s body twisted violently before compressing into a spear of cursed flesh that shot across the room.

Choso caught it instinctively. He stared at it. “…Interesting.” Sukuna had already forgotten Mahito existed. He slowly crossed the remaining distance before lowering himself onto one knee in front of you.

One large warm hand gently cupped your cheek. You leaned into it before you even realized you had. “…It’s really you.” Your voice came out barely louder than a whisper. His thumb brushed beneath your eye. “I’m here.”

“I thought…” Another cough interrupted you. “I know.” His forehead rested softly against yours. “…I’m sorry.”

“I should’ve listened..I should’ve told you everything.” His voice had become so quiet only you could hear it. “Please Y/N,…come home.” Your eyes filled again. Not with sadness, but with relief. Slowly…You lifted your hand, and wrapped your fingers weakly around the front of his shirt.

The tiny gesture stole every remaining ounce of tension from his body. His shoulders lowered as his breathing finally steadied. He understood. You weren’t forgiving him entirely just yet. But you weren’t pushing him away either. For now…That was enough. Without another word, Sukuna slipped one arm beneath your knees and another around your back, lifting you effortlessly into his arms.

You immediately rested your head beneath his chin. The familiar rhythm of his heartbeat surrounded you. Somehow…For the first time in days…You finally felt safe. As he walked toward the exit, he slowed beside Choso.

Neither looked at the other. After a long silence, Sukuna spoke again. “…I suppose your life is spared.” a pause. “…For now.” The corner of Choso’s mouth lifted. “I’ll take what I can get.”

Outside, the black SUV already waited.

Sukuna climbed inside without ever loosening his hold around you, settling you carefully across his lap before pulling a blanket around your shoulders. The city lights drifted quietly past the windows as one hand absentmindedly rubbed slow circles across your back, the steady motion calming both of you far more than either wished to admit.

He lowered his head and placed a gentle kiss against your forehead. “…You’re never disappearing like that again.” You were already asleep before you could argue. His phone suddenly vibrated.

GOJO.

Sukuna answered without taking his eyes off you.“What.” Gojo laughed on the other end.“…Well. I’ve got good news…Or terrible news.” Silence. “Depends how much you enjoy awkward family dinners.”

Sukuna’s brow furrowed. “…Speak.” A pause. “The reader’s father just landed.” Gojo chuckled. “…Good luck. You’re about to meet your father-in-law.” The line went silent. 

and for once…Even Sukuna didn’t have a response.

pairing: yang jungwon x blk!fem!reader

summary: no one would ever suspect that jungwon looks at you with heart eyes as he’s good at hiding it. no one would suspect that he does nightly skincare routines with you because they think he’s above that. no one would ever suspect that you’re the one that has him screaming, sobbing, crying, and drooling the sheets every time you guys have sex.

content warnings: MDNI!! sub!jungwon, mean dom!reader, jungwon gets pegged, degradation, humiliation kink, dacryphillia, overstimulation, jungwon is pretty fucking vocal here, doggy style, implied multiple rounds + orgasms, reader refers to her strap as dick/cock, cum eating, mention of a belly bulge, idk what else really this is just smut practice for me

colly’s notes: i’m lowkey obsessed with writing hard/mean dom!readers, it’s literally my guilty pleasure 😊😊😊 and this was supposed to come out yesterday, sorry! i was also sitting next to my project partner in my lecture as i wrote this 🥹🥹🥹 the inspo for was from @jjaayybamm’s audio here (don’t ask bruh, i was in serious writer’s block)

there are a lot of things people don’t know about your relationship with jungwon.

at surface level, you guys seem like soulmates. the most perfect polar opposites of each other. when he’s quiet, you’re loud. when you’re talkative, he’s listening. when he’s shadowed, you make sure to shine your light on him. when he’s sweet, you’re grateful. a good relationship all around.

you’re the epitome of sunshine. he’s the epitome of moonlight. you’re almost like polar opposites with the way you guys fit together.

what they don’t know… is what goes on behind the scenes.

they don’t know that it’s you who calls the shots, you who keeps him on a leash, you who can make him come this undone.

he had come home a little earlier and you had quite literally pounced on him, smothering him with kisses and your hands roaming everywhere. he didn’t even have time to say anything before you were already dragging him to the bedroom.

“i bought something today. i think you’ll like it.” you begin, pushing him to lay down on the bed.

his dick is already getting hard as his mind conjures up many different possibilities. toys? bandage? roleplay? a new kink you wanted to try out?

“do you trust me?” you ask and he can hear the love in your tone, like you truly want him to enjoy this as much as you will.

his head is already nodding before his mind can catch up.

✧ ── 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 ── ✧

⟢ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 :: Sukuna x fem!reader

⟢ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 :: dark romance ・ angst ・ supernatural ・ reincarnation AU ・ obsessive love ・ psychological tension

⟢ 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 :: possessive behavior . toxic love . reincarnation . violence . bloodshed . emotional obsession . jealousy . manipulation . fate . loneliness . emotional dependency . eventual smut . corruption of love . “you belong to me” energy .

⟢ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 :: dark content ahead . toxic relationships . emotional abuse . cheating mentions . manipulation . obsessive behavior . blood & gore . violence . death . possessiveness . verbal degradation/name calling . unhealthy attachment . stalking behavior . panic/anxiety themes . explicit language . eventual smut.

✧ ── 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟎𝟑 ── ✧

The moment you stepped back into your apartment after the beach, the silence hit you immediately…Unfortuntaely for you it wasn't peaceful at all.

The silence was full of heaviness, the kind that leaves you alone with your thoughts. Your tote bag slid from your shoulder onto the floor as you kicked your sandals off near the door. The faint scent of sunscreen and ocean water still clung to your skin, and your hair remained slightly tangled from the wind.

But all you could think about…was him.

Sukuna.

The way his hand grabbed your thigh beneath the table. The way he looked at you in that bikini like he wanted to drag you somewhere private and never let anybody else see you again. The way your stomach flipped every single time he leaned close enough for you to feel his breath against your skin.

You groaned loudly before dropping face-first onto the couch. “This is bad,” you mumbled into the cushion. Because it WAS bad. 

You had a boyfriend… A horrible boyfriend ? Yes. An emotionally manipulative ass hole who ignored you for hours and only texted when he felt like ruining your day? Absolutely.

But still..technically your boyfriend..and yet somehow.. you couldn’t stop thinking about another man’s hands on you.

Your phone buzzed suddenly beside you. Immediately your heart jumped.

Jacob? No…Unknown Number. Your stomach somehow flipped harder, because You already knew who it was. That same dangerous warmth spread beneath your skin again as you stared at the message for a solid ten seconds before finally opening it.

SUKUNA : still thinking about me, little lamb?

Your face immediately burned. “Oh my god.” You threw the phone beside you dramatically. Then immediately grabbed it again.

YOU : you’re actually insane.

The typing bubble appeared instantly..Like he’d already been waiting.

SUKUNA : and yet you still replied.

Your stomach tightened embarrassingly fast. Before you could even think of a comeback.. another message appeared.

SUKUNA : Such a pretty little thing wasting herself trying to make another man jealous..Was that tiny little show for him ..or for me?

Your jaw dropped while a slow heat coiled inside your stomach, dangerous and thrilling at the same time. 

YOU : I was NOT jealous… and idk what your talking about..

SUKUNA : hm..

SUKUNA : keep telling yourself that..

You stared at the screen with narrowed eyes. Then suddenly another text popped up.

But this time it was from Jacob.

JACOB❤️:  you posting your body online for attention now? 

And just like that..your mood dropped instantly.

The warmth Sukuna’s messages caused disappeared completely. Your thumb hovered over the keyboard while frustration built in your chest all over again.

Meanwhile, miles away..inside his penthouse suite overlooking bright city lights--- Sukuna watched your expression change through the cloned phone screen connected to his monitor.

The second he saw Jacob’s name appear his smile vanished, and when he watched your face fall afterward…Something dangerous shifted behind his eyes. “…Pathetic.”

He leaned back slowly in his chair, staring at Jacob’s contact information on the second monitor. Then quietly..almost thoughtfully he smiled again. But this time..There was absolutely nothing warm about it.

Meanwhile, across the world Jacob’s phone buzzed harshly against the table. He barely glanced at it at first, too busy laughing with his friends while music blasted throughout the room. But then he noticed the contact.

Unknown Number.

His brows furrowed slightly before opening the message.

UNKNOWN : still crying over pictures of something that was never yours?

Jacob scoffed immediately. The typing bubbles appeared almost instantly afterward.

UNKNOWN : careful..desperation looks ugly on you

Jacob rolled his eyes as he began typing frantically .

JACOB : who the fuck is this?

The reply came immediately.

UNKNOWN : Her future, unfortunately for you.

Jacob laughed loudly at that. Actually laughed. His friends looked over at him confused while he shook his head. “No way this loser is serious.”

Then he started typing aggressively.

JACOB : you talking about Y/N? 

JACOB : bro she is NEVER leaving me for some pathetic loser sitting around texting another girl’s boyfriend all day.

JACOB : get a fucking life

For a few seconds nothing came through. Then finally..another message appeared.

UNKNOWN : im beginning to grow tired of your existence.

Jacob’s jaw tightened instantly.

UNKNOWN : an insecure desperate clingy worthless piece of shit who will find out soon enough..

Jacob stared harder at the screen now. Because somehow..every message felt way too personal. Like this stranger actually knew him.

UNKNOWN :  I don’t know why she would ever settle for a weak little peasant like you. 

Jacob immediately stood from the couch. “What the fuck?”

His friends looked over again. “You good?”

“Yeah,” Jacob muttered quickly. “Some weirdo.” But honestly his chest felt tight now. Because the messages didn’t feel normal anymore.

They felt precisely targeted. Almost mocking in a sense..

Jacob typed back harder this time.

JACOB :  what do you even want?

JACOB :  you think she’s gonna choose some obsessed loser over me?

JACOB : you don’t even know her.

A pause. Then..Jacob frowned. Then suddenly his phone buzzed again. An image attachment.

Jacob opened it casually then immediately froze. His stomach DROPPED. It was a picture of him. Right now. Standing in the exact living room he was currently in.

Taken from behind him. His heart slammed violently into his ribs. Slowly..Jacob turned around. Nothing…Nobody there. His friends were still talking near the kitchen completely unaware.

“What the fuck…”

Another text came through immediately.

UNKNOWN : oh.

UNKNOWN :  it’s not funny anymore, huh?

Jacob’s breathing became uneven. He walked toward the window quickly, checking outside.

Nobody was there either...Nobody should’ve been able to take that picture. Especially not from that angle.

Then another image appeared. This time from outside the house. A clear shot through the living room window. Jacob stumbled backward slightly. “What the fuck is this?”

His friends finally noticed something was wrong. “Jacob?”

But he barely heard them. Because his hands were shaking now. And somewhere far away inside a dark penthouse illuminated only by city lights.. Sukuna leaned back in his chair with amusement dancing behind his crimson eyes.

One of his curses crouched silently beside Jacob in real time, feeding visuals directly back to him. Sukuna smiled slowly. Now THIS was fun. Watching Jacob’s ego crumble in real time. Watching fear finally settle into him.

Good.

He wanted him scared. Terrified for his pathetic life. Because men like Jacob only understood loss once they felt powerless themselves.

Then suddenly..another notification appeared across Sukuna’s cloned monitor.

Y/N.

Sukuna’s smile immediately softened. Completely different from the one he wore moments ago. Interesting…So now when Jacob upset you…you came looking for him instead.

Exactly what he wanted.

YOU : seems like your the jealous one...

The moment the message appeared across Sukuna’s screen, he smiled darkly. Like your message amused him far more than it should have. His fingers tapped slowly against the armrest of his chair before he finally typed back.

SUKUNA : jealous of what, little lamb?

A few seconds later another message appeared.

SUKUNA : you still haven’t told me what you were dreaming about last night.

The second you read it..heat flooded straight into your stomach. Your thighs pressed together instinctively beneath the blanket as flashes from the dream replayed inside your head all over again.

Sukuna above you, pinning your wrist down over your head…Those slow, breathless kisses that made your chest tighten even in your sleep.

The way he looked at you in the dream..like he already owned every part of you.

Your face burned immediately.

YOU : were you watching me sleep?

The typing bubble appeared almost instantly.

SUKUNA : so you WERE dreaming about me.

Your breath caught. And honestly..A normal person probably should’ve been terrified right now. Because did he just casually admit to watching you sleep? That should have scared you. Should have made you block his number immediately.

But instead..your stomach only tightened harder and somehow that realization embarrassed you more than anything else. You hated the fact you liked it. Hated the way your pulse quickened every time he texted you. Hated the warmth spreading through your chest knowing he was probably somewhere smiling at his phone right now because of you.

So instead you tried to play it off.

YOU : next time i’m sleeping with a knife.

SUKUNA :that should be fun.

Your eyes widened immediately. “Oh my god,” you muttered aloud. Then finally you tossed the phone beside you dramatically before burying your face into the pillow.

“He’s actually insane.” There was absolutely no way he was really watching you sleep. Right? He was probably just messing with you.  Flirty in that completely unhinged Sukuna way.

Yeah…That had to be it. Eventually you shut the lamp off beside your bed before curling deeper beneath the blankets.

But sleep came slowly this time. Because every single time you closed your eyes you saw him. The way his hand squeezed your thigh beneath the table. The way his voice dropped low in your ear.

The way his eyes darkened every time you challenged him, and worst of all..the way your body reacted to him.

By the time sleep finally claimed you..your dreams were nothing but flashes of Sukuna. His hands. His voice. His mouth against your skin.

And somewhere far away, inside the darkness of his penthouse Sukuna leaned back in his chair while staring at the cloned phone screen connected to his monitor.

Watching the “active now” bubble beside your profile finally disappear. Then quietly..almost possessively he murmured to himself, “…Sweet dreams, little lamb.”

The next morning you woke up slowly beneath warm blankets, still half tangled in sleep.

For a few quiet seconds, you just stared at the ceiling. Then your eyes shifted toward the corner of your room. The exact place you swore someone had been watching you from the other night.

Empty.

You let out a small breath and rubbed your eyes tiredly. “Okay,” you muttered to yourself. “I’m officially losing it.”

But the moment you sat up something cold brushed against your collarbone. Your brows furrowed immediately. “…What?” Your fingers slowly reached upward and froze.

A necklace. A silver chain rested against your skin with a small black heart dangling from the center. Your heart skipped violently.

“What the hell---” You jumped out of bed and hurried toward the mirror. The necklace sat perfectly against your chest. It was pretty and delicate. But you KNOW for a fact you did not own this.

You stared at your reflection suspiciously. “...Did I put this on half asleep?” No.

..There was no way. You would’ve remembered. Right? A weird warmth spread through your stomach anyway, somehow you already knew exactly who put it there.

“…Whatever.” Trying very hard not to think about it anymore, you eventually showered and got ready for the day.

Fresh curls framed your face while your little capri one-piece hugged your body perfectly. You clipped part of your hair back neatly before adding earrings that accidentally matched the necklace almost perfectly.

Then--- BANG BANG BANG.

“Y/N!”

You laughed immediately. “Nobara.” The second you opened the door, Nobara nearly fell inside carrying bags upon bags filled with skincare products. Under-eye masks. Face masks. Rollers. Creams.

Even one of those glowing red-light beauty devices. “Nobara what the hell is all this?”

She looked at you like you’d insulted her personally. “SELF CARE.” You burst out laughing while helping her carry everything inside.

Soon enough, both of you sat cross-legged on the floor surrounded by skincare products while Nobara aggressively explained each one.

“This one makes your skin glow.”

“This one tightens pores.”

“And THIS one? Oh my god. Literal heaven.” You laughed while she pressed a cold face mask against your cheeks dramatically.

Then suddenly..Nobara got quieter, Then she spoke more serious than she ever sounded before..“...You've been seeing the way sukuna looks at you, right?”

You blinked.“…Yeah. Like I’m something to eat.”

Nobara snorted. “No. More like something he’d kill for.”

That made your stomach tighten. Because you knew exactly what she meant. Nobara leaned back against the couch. “I’m serious, Y/N. When Sukuna wants something…” she paused carefully, “... it already belongs to him.”

A chill crawled slowly down your spine as that warmthness began to settle in again. That confused you more than anything. Does he want me? The thought appeared before you could stop it. Am I his? Your phone buzzed suddenly.

A post notification from Jacob. Immediately the warmth disappeared. You opened his story silently.

He was at a pool party. Girls in lewd bikinis everywhere. Posting intentionally provocative angles like he wanted you upset. Your chest ached for only half a second this time.

Then suddenly…you felt nothing. “....You know what?” you muttered quietly. Nobara looked over, and without hesitation, you unfollowed him, turned your location off, and muted his text messages.

Then finally, you switched your phone onto Do Not Disturb and tossed it onto the couch.

No texting him. No arguing. No begging. You were done giving him your energy.

Nobara stared proudly. “That’s my girl.”

Meanwhile…inside Jujutsu Headquarters---

Sukuna watched the entire thing happen through the cloned phone screen resting beside him.

The moment you unfollowed Jacob, a dark smile spread across his face. Good girl.. But across the table Gojo noticed immediately.

Gojo tilted his head curiously behind his glasses while watching Sukuna stare at the screen with unsettling focus. Then slowly a grin spread across HIS face too. “Well well.”

Sukuna didn’t look up. Gojo leaned back lazily in his chair. “Quite obsessed, are we?” Still, Sukuna said nothing. That only amused Gojo more.

Principle Yaga sighed tiredly from the head of the table while Nanami quietly reviewed documents nearby pretending not to listen. Gojo continued anyway. “You know…” he hummed thoughtfully, “I’m actually excited to see what her cursed techniques are capable of.”

Sukuna’s fingers stopped tapping. Gojo smirked wider immediately. “The amount of cursed energy she’s carrying naturally?” he whistled softly. “She’d be insane under proper training.” Silence. Then Gojo added casually--- “I’ll make sure to go niceeee and easyyy on her.” 

The air shifted instantly violently. Nanami looked up immediately. President Yaga froze.

Because Sukuna’s cursed energy exploded through the room so aggressively the windows CRACKED. “You wanna fucking die?” Sukuna asked quietly.

Gojo grinned. “Oh? Touchy subject?”

In an instant Sukuna stood. The chair behind him shattered from the force alone.

Gojo moved immediately too, still smiling, though now his eyes sharpened slightly beneath the shades.“Relax,” Gojo teased. “You can’t blame me for being curious. Pretty girls with cursed energy issues are kinda my type.”

Sukuna grabbed him by the collar instantly. “Watch your fucking mouth.” The pressure in the room became suffocating. Pure cursed energy crushing against the walls violently enough that lower level sorcerers outside immediately stumbled.

“ENOUGH.” Principle Yaga slammed his hand against the table.

Both men paused. “You two are acting ridiculous,” he snapped. “We have more important matters.” Sukuna released Gojo roughly. Nanami adjusted his glasses calmly. “The transfer paperwork has already begun,” he said evenly. “If she truly possesses this level of cursed energy unconsciously, keeping her untrained could become dangerous.”

Sukuna’s expression darkened immediately. “No.” The room fell into complete silence. Sukuna’s voice dropped lower this time. “She’s not fighting.”

Gojo tilted his head. “Oh?” And suddenly for the briefest second Sukuna’s mind flashed backward. To another lifetime. You standing beside him beneath lantern light. Your gaze was beautiful and soft, untouched by war. While your father demanded you train harder, fight harder..Become stronger.

And eventually that path led you straight toward death.

The memory twisted something ugly inside his chest instantly. When Sukuna spoke again his voice sounded almost threatening. “She was never meant to fight.”

Principle Yaga narrowed his eyes slightly. “Sukuna---”

“She’s not becoming a sorcerer.” The pressure in the room spiked again. “She’s not risking herself.”

Gojo studied him more carefully now. Because this? This wasn’t normal. Not even for Sukuna. And when Sukuna finally turned toward the door---his voice came out cold enough to freeze the room. “Leave her the fuck alone.” Then he walked out.

Silence followed afterward. Gojo stared toward the doorway thoughtfully. Then finally he laughed softly. “...Wow.” Nanami sighed. The President rubbed his temples tiredly.Gojo leaned back in his chair with a grin. “I’ve never seen him act like that over anything.” 

Meanwhile..Sukuna walked through the halls of Jujutsu Headquarters with one hand in his pocket while his phone rested lazily in the other.

But behind those calm eyes he was irritated. No. He was pissed off entirely.

Gojo’s little comments replayed in his head over and over. “Pretty girls with cursed energy issues.” The way he dragged out nice and easy making it obvious he wasn't talking about training anymore..The thought alone made Sukuna’s jaw tighten.

As if anybody would ever put their hands on you. His thumb tapped once against the screen before opening Jacob’s contact again.

Meanwhile, across the world 

Jacob stood near the kitchen island at the crowded party while some random girl laughed beside him. Truthfully…He was trying very hard not to think about you. Trying to distract himself in any way possible to remove you from his mind. Trying to convince himself he didn’t care when deep down inside he knew it killed him to think you found someone better… “She probably already moved on,” one of his friends joked.

Jacob forced a laugh. “Yeah. Whatever.”

The girl beside him handed him another drink before asking for his Instagram. Jacob smirked slightly while typing it into her phone, and the second he turned around---his stomach DROPPED.

His cup was full of nails. Rusty and sharp literally overflowing from the cup. Jacob stumbled backward immediately. “What the FUCK?!”

The girl beside him blinked. “What?” But when she looked at the cup it was normal. Just alcohol.

Jacob froze. His breathing became uneven instantly. “What the hell…” His phone buzzed.

UNKNOWN : drink it.

Jacob’s face went pale like he had just seen his life flash before his eyes. He looked around immediately. Music still blasted loudly throughout the house while everybody continued partying completely unaware.

Jacob typed aggressively.

JACOB : you’re a fucking pussy.

JACOB : all this weird shit but you still won’t say anything to my face?

For a moment after the messages sent nothing happened. Then suddenly something invisible MOVED behind him. Before Jacob could even react the cup violently launched itself across the room. Alcohol splattered everywhere as nails scattered across the floor.

One sliced directly across Jacob’s forearm. “SHIT!” Jacob grabbed his arm immediately. But the second he looked up… nobody else reacted. His friends kept talking to random girls laughing. Everything was completely normal. Like they didn’t even see it happen.

Jacob’s heart began slamming violently against his ribs now. “What the fuck...” Another text appeared instantly.

UNKNOWN : are you sure you want me to come say it to your face?

UNKNOWN : pathetic little bitch.

Jacob looked around frantically now. Actually scared. Because suddenly the room didn’t feel normal anymore. The lights felt dimmer…The corners felt darker. And somewhere very close…he swore he heard nails scraping softly across the ceiling above him.

Back at your apartment, Nobara suddenly sat upright on the couch dramatically. “You know what?” You looked over. “What?”

“We’re doing movie night.” You blinked. “…Right now?”

“Yes RIGHT NOW.” Honestly, That sounded perfect. You needed a distraction anyways. Something that didn’t involve crying over Jacob or overthinking every single interaction with Sukuna.

So you smiled softly. “Actually…” you stretched slightly beneath the blanket, “…movie night at my place sounds nice.”

Nobara gasped loudly. “I THOUGHT YOU’D NEVER ASK.” Immediately she jumped off the couch and pointed toward the door dramatically. “I’m going next door to get the idiots.”

“The idiots?”

“Yuji and Megumi.” And before you could answer, she was already gone. You laughed softly to yourself before looking down at your phone. Your thumb hovered over Sukuna’s contact for a second.

Then finally 

YOU : movie night?

The typing bubble appeared almost instantly.

SUKUNA : thought you’d never ask, little lamb.

Your stomach tightened embarrassingly fast. You hated how easily he affected you now. Still..you smiled anyway. Soon enough, you began setting your apartment up for the night.

Soft blankets spread across the couch. Big fluffy pillows everywhere. Lights dimmed low enough to feel cozy. The faint scent of popcorn already filled the apartment while a candle burned softly near the television.

Then you changed into your pajamas, a cute matching sleep set that hugged your body comfortably while still soft enough to lounge in.

Just as you finished fixing your hair the front door burst open. “We come bearing snacks!” Yuji announced dramatically. Nobara walked in carrying bags overflowing with candy and drinks while Megumi followed behind them already looking exhausted.

But behind all three of them Sukuna stepped through the doorway slowly.

And immediately your breath caught. Because there was something about the dark and possessive way he looked at you tonight. Like he’d walked into the room already knowing exactly where his eyes would land.

And once they did they never left.. Like a man seeing something he already decided belonged to him. His crimson eyes dragged slowly over your body taking in the soft little pajama set hugging your figure comfortably before his gaze stopped completely.

 The black heart necklace rested perfectly against your skin, and for the briefest second something shifted in his expression subtly. A faint satisfaction. Like seeing it around your neck scratched something deep and territorial inside him.

His eyes lingered there longer than they should have. On the silver chain. The black heart. The proof that you wore something he gave you without taking it off. Without questioning it nearly enough made corner of his mouth lifted slightly..

And when his gaze finally returned to your face it felt heavier somehow. Like he was imagining exactly how pretty you’d look wearing things chosen only by him.Yuji, completely oblivious, dropped onto the floor beside the coffee table and started sorting through movies on your tv dramatically. “Okay. Important decision.”

“Divergent.” ,“Hunger Games.”,“Insidious.”

“Hunger Games,” Nobara answered immediately. “Insidious,” Megumi muttered.

Yuji pointed toward you. “What about you?”

“Hunger Games.” Yuji gasped dramatically. “Traitors.”

Then he looked toward Sukuna. “What about you?”

Sukuna barely looked away from you. “Divergent.”

Yuji immediately stood and pointed excitedly. “YES.”

Nobara groaned loudly. “This is rigged.” But Sukuna had already grabbed the remote. “Well,” he said calmly while clicking the movie on, “guess we’re watching Divergent.”

Yuji smirked victoriously before dropping down crisscrossed in front of the TV, already shoving popcorn into his mouth dramatically. Meanwhile Sukuna sat and manspread across your couch. One arm stretched lazily across the back of it like he owned the entire apartment.

Then without saying a word, he patted the empty spot beside him. Your stomach tightened instantly. Everybody noticed. Especially Nobara, that girl looked one second away from exploding.

Still you walked over anyway. And the second you sat beside him.. Sukuna’s arm slid around your shoulders naturally before pulling you closer against his side. And this time…you didn’t protest.

You simply relaxed against him while the movie started playing. Sukuna looked down at you briefly, the faintest hint of satisfaction crossed his face.

Meanwhile across the room--- Nobara silently kicked Yuji aggressively. Yuji looked confused.

Megumi sighed deeply. Then about halfway into the movie, your phone suddenly buzzed against the couch cushion beside you.

You glanced down lazily and immediately froze.

FaceTime Incoming : JACOB❤️

You quietly stood from the couch, careful not to disturb anybody as your phone continued vibrating in your hand. But even as you walked toward your bedroom you could still feel Sukuna’s eyes following you. Like he hated watching you walk away from him even for a second.

The moment your bedroom door shut behind you, you answered the FaceTime aggressively.

“Jacob, what?” Jacob’s face immediately appeared on the screen looking tense.

“No, seriously, you need to listen to me right now--”

“Listen to YOU?” you snapped quietly. “Why ? So you can rub it in my face that you spent all day partying with random girls again ?”

Jacob frowned immediately. “Y/N---”

“No, seriously, what do you WANT from me?” you whispered harshly. “You ignore me for days, post girls all over your story, make me feel like shit constantly, and then call me acting crazy when I finally stop begging you for attention.”

Jacob ran a hand through his hair frustratedly. “You’re twisting everything.”

You scoffed. “Oh really? Wonder how many numbers you got today.” That guilty look crossed his face for only half a second. But you caught it immediately..that hurt more than anything.

Your chest tightened painfully before you looked away from the screen. “…I’m so done with this,” you muttered quietly. “I can’t keep doing this with you.”

Then..your bedroom door creaked open slowly behind you. You turned slightly. Sukuna stood there silently. Watching. That same dark look sitting behind his crimson eyes like he already knew exactly what this conversation was doing to you.

Your pulse immediately quickened. You lifted your hand slightly toward him, silently telling him to stop at the doorway while you stayed on the phone.

Jacob noticed instantly. “…Who’s that?”

You ignored him. “Just listen to me,” Jacob said quickly, panic starting to creep into his voice now. But before he could continue, Sukuna finally spoke. “You’re missing the movie, little lamb.”

His voice came out low and deep enough that it practically rumbled through your spine. Warmth spread embarrassingly fast through your stomach and between your legs the second he spoke.

And over the phone, Jacob froze completely. Because hearing Sukuna’s voice? Actually hearing him? Sent something cold through his body instantly.

Meanwhile back in Jacob’s room, he reached absentmindedly for the water bottle sitting beside him.

But the second he lifted it his entire body locked up.

The bottle was full of blood. Dark and thick sloshing slowly against the plastic. Jacob immediately dropped it. “WHAT THE FUCK?!” The bottle hit the floor..and suddenly it was water again. Like nothing happened.

Jacob’s breathing turned uneven instantly. Then when he looked back at the screen…you had already hung up.

Back inside your apartment you slid your phone down slowly while trying very hard to ignore how intensely Sukuna was staring at you.“...whatever,” you muttered quietly.

Sukuna said nothing. He simply stepped aside silently, allowing you to walk back toward the living room first. But the second you sat back down beside him..his arm immediately wrapped around you again. Like it belonged there…Like you belonged there.

Then casually he took your phone from your hand. You blinked. “What are you---” Without a word, Sukuna silenced it completely before placing it farther down the couch out of your reach.

Like he was done allowing Jacob access to you tonight, and strangely..you didn’t even argue. Because for the first time in weeks your chest didn’t hurt anymore. You felt…safe.

The movie continued quietly afterward.Yuji laughed too loudly at random scenes. Nobara eventually threw popcorn at him. Megumi looked half asleep already.

You barely paid attention anymore. Because Sukuna’s warmth beside you slowly relaxed your entire body, and before you realized it your eyes started growing heavy. Eventually your head tipped sideways against Sukuna’s chest.

Then slowly...you drifted fully asleep against him. The room immediately went quiet. Nobara’s eyes widened. Yuji looked between both of you awkwardly. Even Megumi blinked slightly.

Because Sukuna..the Ryomen Sukuna..looked down at you like you were something fragile. Something precious , far too delicate for the rest of the world to touch.

Carefully, almost unbelievably gently he adjusted you against him. Lifting you fully onto his lap so your body rested across him while your head tucked perfectly beneath his jaw against his chest.

One of his large hands stretched across your waist and settled protectively against your back, and he stayed like that. Quietly holding you while the movie played in the background.

Nobody really knew what to say. And honestly..Nobody wanted to test him tonight either. So eventually, one by one they all quietly left.

Nobara paused near the doorway briefly before glancing back at you curled against Sukuna.

Then silently, she smiled.

The apartment eventually became still. Sukuna looked down at your sleeping face for a long moment before finally standing carefully with you still asleep against him.

He carried you toward your bedroom effortlessly. Once inside, he placed your phone far across the room before laying you gently onto the bed. You stirred slightly in your sleep. But the second Sukuna climbed in behind you..warmth immediately relaxed your body again. His arm wrapped slowly around your waist while he pulled you back against his chest.

And almost instinctively you melted closer to him in your sleep. 

Sukuna froze slightly. Because something unfamiliar spread slowly through his chest. His arm tightened slightly around your waist while his chin rested lightly near the top of your head.

And for the first time in years Sukuna felt… peaceful. The sound of your breathing. The warmth of your body against his.The way you instinctively sought comfort from him even in your sleep it did something violent to his mind.

Because now..Now he knew for certain. You were his.

Not Jacob’s.

Not anyone else’s.

His.

And as his crimson eyes slowly lowered toward your sleeping face, one dark thought echoed quietly through his mind…Anybody who tried to stand between that fact…would disappear.

Anybody.

He would wipe their existence from the face of the earth if they dared place their hands on something that belonged to him. Because nobody else deserved you. Nobody else would touch you or Love you and Protect you. Not the way he could.

Never again would somebody rip you away from him…Not in this life. Not in any life after this one. Slowly, Sukuna buried his face slightly against your hair and inhaled softly.

Then finally, his eyes drifted shut beside you.

And somewhere far away..inside the darkness of Jacob’s bedroom..the invisible curse crouched silently on the ceiling above him.

Watching.

Waiting.

Smiling....

more like this

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You’d seen the shirt online, your screen far too bright for how late it was, coloured pixels burning into your pupils as you scrolled in the darkness waiting for your boyfriend to get home. You were only really looking through the clothes website as something to fill the time, minutes dragging on like molasses. Thumbing in boredom past the designs with obscure city names and sports teams you've never heard of, you saw it.

You’d snorted in laughter, thumb hovering over the picture the website provided as you clicked to enhance the size of the image. At first, it was funny on its own- the stupidity of the big, unapologetically blocky font, the even stupider saying emblazoned across the chest.

Don’t bully me, I’ll cum!

But then, your mind drifts to your sweet, unsuspecting boyfriend. Choso is probably on his way home now, you think- and although he’d never admit it out loud (he would if you asked nicely enough) he did enjoy you being mean to him just a little more than the average person probably should.

Okay, maybe more than a little; the moment you’re on top of him and your palm lands open across his cheek in a slap he’s been begging for, he’s liable to cum immediately. A whine always rips from his throat when you degrade him, watching the way he likes going stupid under your slick hand as you wrap it around his cock and whisper how dumb he looks.

Choso doesn’t really advertise this side of him, preferring to stay quiet about it, but to anybody watching it’s painfully obvious. The way he stares at you when you speak, the way he flushes furiously when you ‘accidentally’ trip and sink your nails into his bare arm for balance.

Yeah, he likes when you bully him.

✧ ── 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 ── ✧

⟢ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 :: Sukuna x fem!reader

⟢ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 :: dark romance ・ angst ・ supernatural ・ reincarnation AU ・ obsessive love ・ psychological tension

⟢ 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 :: possessive behavior . toxic love . reincarnation . violence . bloodshed . emotional obsession . jealousy . manipulation . fate . loneliness . emotional dependency . eventual smut . corruption of love . “you belong to me” energy .

⟢ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 :: dark content ahead . toxic relationships . emotional abuse . cheating mentions . manipulation . obsessive behavior . blood & gore . violence . death . possessiveness . verbal degradation/name calling . unhealthy attachment . stalking behavior . panic/anxiety themes . explicit language .

✧ ── 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟎𝟐 ── ✧

Your head was pounding.

The sunlight pushing through the curtains felt violent against your eyes as you groaned softly and buried your face deeper into the pillow.

What the hell did Nobara have you drinking last night ?

Slowly, you reached over toward your phone sitting on the nightstand.

10:07 AM.

“...Shit.” You sat up slightly, immediately regretting it as dizziness slammed into your skull.

Your mascara was smeared beneath your eyes. Lip gloss faded. Hair tangled everywhere. You looked a absolute mess.

Then…your eyes landed on the notifications covering your screen.

47 missed calls.

32 messages.

All from Jacob… Your stomach dropped instantly.  “No no no…”

Your fingers shook while opening the messages, and then---you saw the picture.

Sukuna…Holding you over his shoulder while you slept against him completely unaware. One arm locked tightly beneath your thighs while the hem of your dress had ridden dangerously higher from the angle. And the worst part..that smirk on his face.

Possessive.

Like he already owned you. Your heartbeat immediately sped up. “What the fuck happened last night…?” You quickly tried calling Jacob.

Declined.

Again.

Declined.

Again.

Straight to voicemail. “Jacob pick up…” you whispered frantically. By the fifth call, he finally answered.

“What the fuck do you want?” Your chest tightened instantly at the sound of his voice.

“What do you mean what do I want?” you snapped back quickly. “Jacob, I didn’t do anything!”

He laughed harshly into the phone. “Oh really?” You flinched slightly. “So some random fucking guy carrying you around and sending me pictures from your phone means nothing?”

“I don’t even remember that!” you cried. “I was drunk, Jacob!”

“Oh my god,” he scoffed. “So now you conveniently don’t remember?”

Tears immediately burned your eyes. “I swear I didn’t do anything---”

“You always do this shit,” he interrupted sharply. “You wanted to go to Japan so damn bad and now look.” Your breathing started shaking.

“You literally proved my point.”

“What point ?!” you cried.

“That long distance wasn’t gonna work!” he snapped. “One night there and you’re already throwing yourself around like a slut !”

Your chest physically hurt now. “Jacob please…”

Outside your apartment window…Sukuna stood silently listening.

The morning wind moved softly through his pink hair while his expression slowly darkened with every word leaving your mouth..His fists tightened at his sides. Why is she apologizing to him ?

The thought disgusted him.

Inside the apartment, tears rolled down your cheeks now. “I didn’t mean to hurt you,” you whispered shakily. “I swear I didn’t do anything.”

Jacob scoffed again. “Yeah whatever.”

“No please listen to me---”

“You made your choice.”

“I didn’t choose anybody!” you cried. “Jacob, I love you!” Silence.

Outside, everything stopped completely. Even Sukuna froze. The pressure surrounding him shifted instantly. Curses hidden nearby immediately scattered in fear.

How dare she..

The words echoed violently through his mind. How dare she say those words to another man ?, To someone so beneath her ? Something dark twisted sharply inside his chest.

Blasphemy. Absolute blasphemy. Inside the apartment, your voice cracked again.

“Please just believe me…”

Jacob sighed harshly into the phone. “You know what? I’m done arguing.”

The panic in your chest worsened instantly. “Jacob wait---”

“Just leave me the fuck alone for awhile.” Then…the call ended.

Your eyes widened. “...Jacob?” Silence. The call screen stared back at you coldly. Then suddenly your chest collapsed inward. A broken sob escaped your throat as you dropped the phone beside you and buried your face into the pillow.

“Oh my god…” you cried shakily. “I literally hate my fucking life…” Outside the window… Sukuna listened to every sob. And something inside him snapped. Not loudly or violently.

Worse.

His jaw tightened while his nails dug into his palms hard enough to draw blood. That pathetic human was making you cry.

You.

The same woman kings once feared standing beside. The same soul he waited centuries to find again. And you were crying over him ? Sukuna slowly closed his eyes before pulling his phone out.

The call connected immediately.

“Uraume.”

“Yes, Lord Sukuna.”

His eyes remained fixed on your apartment window. “I want information on someone.” A pause. Then calmly---“Jacob.”

Silence lingered briefly on the other line before Uraume quietly asked: “Would you like me to kill him ?”Sukuna’s eyes darkened slightly.

“…No.” The air around him grew heavier.“Not yet.” 

After the call ended, you stayed in bed for a long time staring blankly at the ceiling. Your chest still hurt. Every time your phone lit up, your heart jumped hoping it was Jacob finally texting you back..but it never was.

Eventually, you forced yourself up.

The shower water burned hot against your skin while mascara and smeared eyeliner washed slowly down the drain alongside the smell of alcohol and sweat from last night. You scrubbed yourself until your skin almost hurt.

Like maybe you could wash away the shame too.

By the time you stepped out, your freshly washed hair hung damp down your back while you changed into a tight cropped tank top and a pair of tiny shorts before lazily heating up ramen in the microwave.

Then you crawled back into bed.. Twilight playing softly against the dark walls of your apartment. This was your comfort movie. The one thing that usually made you feel better. But even that wasn’t helping now.

You spent the entire day curled beneath the blankets crying on and off while sending Jacob apology after apology.

YOU : i’m sorry

YOU :please just talk to me

YOU : i swear nothing happened

Read…No response. Meanwhile, his story kept updating. Videos with friends, music, laughing.

Like you didn’t exist at all. That hurt worse than the yelling. By the time the clock finally hit 5 PM, your eyes burned painfully from crying.

You had just tossed your phone aside again when suddenly--- knock knock knock.

You froze. Another knock followed immediately afterward.

“Y/N?” Yuji’s voice. “Are you alive in there?” Then Megumi’s voice immediately afterward. “Shut up, idiot. Obviously she’s alive.”

“What?” Yuji defended. “She’s been locked in here literally all day!”

You groaned softly before dragging yourself out of bed and toward the door. The second you opened it, both boys immediately went quiet.

Your eyes were swollen red and puffy. You looked exhausted as hell. You sniffled softly. “...What do you want from me?”

Yuji’s face immediately softened. “Oh.”

Megumi awkwardly looked away for a second. “We heard you arguing earlier,” Yuji admitted quietly. “We just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

You laughed weakly. “Obviously I’m doing fantastic.”

Megumi sighed. “I don’t know why you keep talking to that guy anyway.”

Yuji immediately turned toward him. “Dude.” 

“What?” Megumi frowned. “It’s true.” The second your eyes started watering again, Yuji panicked instantly.

“No no no no don’t cry again,” he said quickly.

Before you could react, he gently pulled you against his chest while awkwardly patting the top of your head.

“There we go,” he mumbled nervously.

Meanwhile Megumi sighed again before turning toward the exit of the apartment building. “…I’ll go get her something.”

“Yeah,” Yuji nodded quickly. “Like candy or something. Girls like candy when they’re sad.”

“That is not scientifically proven..”

“Just GO.” Megumi rolled his eyes before walking away.

Yuji carefully guided you toward the couch afterward while you wiped tears from your face again.

“I feel so stupid,” you whispered shakily into your hands. Yuji leaned back quietly while listening.

Then after a long pause, you looked up toward him nervously. “…Did I do anything with Sukuna ?”

Yuji blinked. Then scratched the back of his head awkwardly. “Sukuna’s not really the type to do stuff like that.”

You stared at him.

“At least…” he added slowly, “that’s what he told us before he took you home.”

Your brows furrowed. “…He took me home?” Yuji nodded. “Yeah. You were really drunk.”

Heat immediately crept up your neck from embarrassment. “You almost fell leaving the club,” he continued. “So he carried you back here.”

You blinked slowly. “And that’s it?” Yuji nodded again. “That’s it.”

Silence settled briefly. Then Yuji leaned back against the couch cushions and shrugged. That surprised you. Because somehow, that wasn’t what you expected from Sukuna at all.

Internally, your thoughts were spiraling. If Sukuna really hadn’t touched you…then why would he send that picture to Jacob ? Why would he intentionally try to ruin your relationship ? Who the hell does this man think he is ?

You pulled your knees closer to your chest while Twilight continued playing softly in the background. Bella was currently walking through the woods while Edward silently followed after her through the trees.

Megumi stared at the screen blankly. “…Isn’t this technically harassment ?”

Yuji immediately groaned. “Oh my god, dude, just watch the movie.”

“No seriously,” Megumi continued. “He keeps following her around. That’s weird.”

“You don’t get romance,” Yuji argued dramatically.

“I don’t think YOU get restraining orders.” Before Yuji could defend Edward Cullen any further---BANG BANG BANG. The apartment door nearly flew open.

Megumi sighed instantly. “…Here comes trouble.” The second he opened the door---Nobara stormed inside carrying multiple bags.

“I brought emergency supplies!”

Yuji’s eyes widened dramatically. “IS THAT BOBA?”

“And spicy chips,” Nobara announced proudly. “And ice cream.” You looked up from the couch with watery eyes. “…I love you so much.”

“I know,” Nobara said confidently while dropping everything onto the table. Soon enough all four of you were piled together on the couch watching Twilight while passing snacks back and forth.

At some point during the movie, Nobara suddenly pointed toward the screen dramatically. “You know what your problem is?”

You blinked.“What ?”

“You’re too nice.”

You frowned slightly.“What does that even mean?”

“It means,” Nobara continued while aggressively opening her chips, “that loser boyfriend of yours is ignoring you all day while posting on his story like you don’t exist.”

Yuji nodded immediately. “That IS messed up.”

“So,” Nobara continued proudly, “you need revenge.” You stared at her. “…Revenge?”

“Yes revenge!” she yelled. “Give him a taste of his own medicine!” You looked down toward your phone again quietly. Because at the end of the day…you didn’t actually do anything wrong. And yet somehow…you were the one suffering for it.

Your jaw tightened slightly. Maybe Nobara was right. Maybe it was his turn for once. Nobara suddenly sat up excitedly.

“We should go to the beach tomorrow!”

Yuji immediately pointed dramatically. “HELL YEAH.” 

“I’ll bring my floaties.”

Megumi looked exhausted already. “...Why do I know this is going to end terribly?”

Right as everyone continued arguing, your phone buzzed softly in your hand.

Unknown Number

Your brows furrowed slightly.

Then another text came through.

Unknown Number : How’s my little lamb doing?

Your entire stomach dropped. Slowly..your eyes lifted toward the TV screen. Edward Cullen’s voice echoed softly through the room. “And so the lion fell in love with the lamb.” Bella laughed softly afterward.  “What a stupid lamb.”

Your heartbeat immediately sped up. No way. You quickly unlocked your phone.

YOU : Who is this?

Almost immediately, the typing bubble appeared.

Then:

Unknown Number : Mmm.

Unknown Number : Such a cold response after I carried you home so carefully.

Your eyes widened. You immediately sat up straighter on the couch. What the hell?

Quickly, you typed back:

YOU : Let me guess.

YOU : The person who almost ruined my relationship ?

A few seconds passed. Then another message appeared.

Unknown Number : Almost ?

Your stomach twisted. Another text came immediately afterward.

Unknown Number : Little lamb…

Unknown Number : You speak as if you ever belonged to him in the first place.

Your breath caught sharply in your throat. Then another message..

Unknown Number : You were never his.

Unknown Number : He simply held something that already belonged to me.

Heat rushed violently through your chest. Your fingers froze over the screen. Because somehow, those words should have terrified you. But instead…they sent something warm and dangerous crawling slowly down your spine.

After the movie ended, Yuji and Megumi eventually headed back to their shared apartment.Yuji stretched dramatically before pointing toward you.

“You better actually sleep tonight.”

Megumi opened the apartment door before glancing back once more. “And stop texting that idiot.” You rolled your eyes weakly. “Goodnight to you too.” Nobara grabbed her purse before pointing at you next. “And YOU.” You blinked. 

“Beauty rest. Immediately.”

“Nobara---”

“No arguments,” she interrupted dramatically. “Tomorrow we are going to the beach and we are going to look hot while doing it.”

Yuji nodded seriously. Nobara laughed before walking toward the door. “I’ll be back in the morning!”

Then just like that, they were gone. The apartment finally fell quiet afterward. You stared down at your phone again.

Your thumb hovered over the messages between you and Sukuna. Part of you wanted to respond, another part of you absolutely refused.

After a long moment, you locked the screen. “Yea,” you whispered to yourself quietly. “I’m over it.” You tossed the phone onto the bed before changing into your pajamas and crawling beneath the blankets.

But sleep didn’t come immediately. Because eventually, your hand slowly reached back over for your phone again. And before you could stop yourself---you opened the picture.

The one Sukuna sent Jacob. Your eyes slowly traced over it again. The way his arm held you securely.

That smirk..The way you looked so small against him.

Heat slowly curled in your stomach…annoyingly warm..Dangerously warm. You hated that you liked the picture…Even a little.

“…What the hell is wrong with me ?” you muttered softly. Still…you kept staring at it. Far longer than you should have. Eventually, you forced yourself to lock the phone again before finally setting it down and turning over beneath the blankets.

Meanwhile, far across the city..Sukuna watched quietly from his penthouse. The entire place looked less like an apartment and more like a throne built into the Tokyo skyline.

Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the glittering city below while dark marble floors reflected the soft glow from the monitors surrounding him.

One of the computer screens displayed your cloned phone in real time,and currently he was watching you stare at that photo.

A low amused laugh rumbled from his chest. “There you are y/n…” His fingers tapped slowly against the armrest of his chair before his phone rang softly.

Uraume.

He answered immediately. “Yes ?”

“I located him.”

Sukuna leaned back slightly. “And ?”

A picture appeared moments later on the monitor. Jacob, In another girl’s car. His hand around her waist while kissing her neck like you had never existed at all. Sukuna stared at the image silently for a few moments.

Then, he laughed softly. Pathetic. “This…” he murmured quietly, “is what she wastes her tears over ?”

Uraume remained silent on the other line. Then calmly asked:

“What would you like me to do ?” Sukuna’s eyes darkened slightly while staring at the photo. “Nothing yet.” His voice lowered dangerously. “Death is far too merciful for men like him.”

A slow grin stretched across his face. “I want him to suffer first.” The air in the penthouse suddenly felt heavier. “Gather everything you can about him.” A pause. “And the girl.”

“Understood.” The call ended shortly afterward. Sukuna leaned back again before scrolling further through your cloned photos.

Then..he stopped once he noticed something familiar .His eyes narrowed slightly at another picture of you and the same girl currently wrapped around Jacob in that car.

The smile on your face looked genuine. Like she was your friend. “…Interesting.” So not only was Jacob betraying you..but so was someone you trusted. How disgusting. Sukuna stared at the screen for another moment before suddenly shutting the monitor off entirely. “I can’t stand this shit.”

The next second, he was gone. Your apartment remained quiet and dark when he entered using the spare key still hidden in his pocket. Everything was still and peaceful.

Then he stepped into your bedroom, and there you were. Asleep beneath the blankets. Breathing softly, completely unaware. Sukuna quietly sat down in the chair resting in the corner of your room before simply watching you.

Your chest slowly rose and fell with every breath. For a moment, he considered touching you. Brushing your hair away from your face..Tracing his thumb along your cheek.

But no.

That would wake you. So instead, he stayed exactly where he was. Hours passed quietly. Then sometime deep into the night, your breathing suddenly changed.

Sukuna’s eyes narrowed slightly. You were dreaming. Your brows furrowed softly against the pillow while your body shifted beneath the blankets.

Then quietly..barely above a whisper--- “…Sukuna…” The sound instantly stilled him. Your voice sounded soft and breathless. Like a whimper.

Something dark shifted inside his chest immediately. His eyes locked onto you completely now. Meanwhile in your dream, Jacob’s face had slowly begun changing. Melting away.

Until eventually, pink hair replaced it…Tattooed arms…Crimson eyes.

Sukuna.

He hovered over you in the dream while pinning your wrists above your head, trapping you completely beneath him while your breathing turned shallow underneath his gaze, and somehow..even asleep, your body reacted. Your thighs pressed together slightly beneath the blankets while another quiet breath escaped your lips.

Sukuna watched every second of it. And for the rest of the night, he never once looked away.

Then morning came. Soft sunlight spilled across your room while your eyes slowly fluttered open.

Immediately..you felt it. That strange feeling. Like someone had been watching you. Your heart immediately sped up. Quickly, you sat up and looked around the room.

Nothing. Nobody there. Just silence.

You frowned slightly. “…Weird.” You tried not to think too hard about the strange feeling lingering in your chest…Or the dream…Or Sukuna. Definitely not Sukuna. You groaned softly while rubbing your face before forcing yourself out of bed.

Today was supposed to be fun. No crying over Jacob. No weird cursed energy nonsense. No overthinking.

Just the beach.

So after showering, you changed into a soft baby pink bikini that hugged your body perfectly before pulling a pair of low-waisted shorts over it along with a sheer cover-up that flowed lightly around your thighs every time you moved.

Effortlessly cute.

You threw your curls up into a messy bun, leaving a few pieces framing your face before sliding on white flip-flops and grabbing your oversized pink tote bag stuffed with sunscreen, snacks, lip gloss, a towel, and whatever else Nobara claimed was “absolutely necessary for hot girl beach survival.”

Then you headed next door.

The second you knocked..you immediately heard chaos inside.

“BRO GIVE IT BACK---”

“I told you I’m driving so I’m picking the music.”

“The music YOU pick sucks!”

You sighed. “…Good morning to you too.” The apartment suddenly went silent. Then the door swung open.

Yuji froze…Completely. “…Whoa.”

You blinked. “What ?”

Behind him, Megumi looked up from the couch..then immediately looked away again. “…tch”

Your brows furrowed slightly. “What is wrong with you two ?”

Yuji looked genuinely stunned. “No because ---.” He pointed dramatically at your outfit. “You look like you walked straight out of a summer commercial.”

You laughed softly.

“That doesn’t even make sense.”

“It makes perfect sense,” Yuji argued immediately.

Megumi sighed while rubbing his temples. “You’re being weird again.”

“I’m NOT being weird,” Yuji defended. “She just looks really pretty today !”

That made heat creep slightly into your cheeks. Before you could respond Nobara suddenly appeared from somewhere inside the apartment holding sunglasses dramatically.

Then she saw you and screamed. “OH YOU LOOK HOT.”

You burst out laughing while Nobara grabbed your shoulders dramatically. “Jacob is SICK right now and he doesn’t even know it yet.”

“Nobara ---”

“No no,” she interrupted immediately. “Today is about revenge. Hot girl revenge.”

Megumi groaned softly from the couch. “Please don’t encourage her.” Too late. Nobara already shoved oversized sunglasses onto your face. “There,” she said proudly. “Perfect.”

Megumi quietly glanced toward you again before immediately looking away for the second time. “…We should probably leave before Nobara starts another photoshoot.”

“TOO LATE.”

Your phone suddenly buzzed inside your tote bag. Your stomach tightened instantly.

Because somehow…you already knew who it was before even looking.

Your phone buzzed again inside your tote bag.

You lazily pulled it out while adjusting your sunglasses.

SUKUNA : Beach day?

You rolled your eyes instantly.

YOU : yeah what about it?  scared of a little water?

The typing bubble appeared almost immediately.

SUKUNA :  I’m not scared of anything, sweetheart.

Heat curled annoyingly in your stomach again. You quickly locked your phone before tossing it back into your tote. “Alright,” you sighed dramatically while standing up. “Let’s go before I melt.”

The beach itself was gorgeous. Bright blue water stretched endlessly beneath the summer sky while waves crashed softly against the shore and music echoed from nearby groups scattered across the sand.

Meanwhile…Yuji and Megumi were currently losing a life-or-death battle against the beach umbrella.

“No no HOLD IT STRAIGHT---”

“I AM HOLDING IT STRAIGHT.”

“THEN WHY IS IT BENDING?!”

“It’s cheap!”

“You’re cheap!” You sat comfortably in your folding chair sipping your little beach drink while watching them struggle with amusement.

Nobara snorted beside you. “They share one brain cell.” “Barely,” you agreed.

After another five agonizing minutes, the umbrella finally stood upright. Yuji dramatically raised his fists into the air. “VICTORY!”

Megumi collapsed into the sand immediately afterward. “…I hate summer.” Nobara suddenly sat up. “Wait.” Her eyes sparkled dangerously. “We need pictures.”

You laughed softly. “Oh my god.”

“No seriously,” she insisted while already grabbing your phone. “Come on. Hot girl beach photos immediately.”

You sighed dramatically before standing up. Then slowly, you pulled the sheer cover-up over your head before sliding your shorts down your thighs.

Instant silence.

Yuji’s jaw literally dropped.

Megumi completely froze.

Because your bikini barely covered anything while somehow still looking cute. Soft baby pink against glowing skin.

Your body looked insane. Like actually unfairly insane.

Yuji immediately turned around. Megumi grabbed his face and shoved him further away.

“Stop staring.”

“I WASN’T ---”

“You absolutely were.”

Meanwhile Nobara looked completely unbothered. “God really does have favorites,” she muttered while opening the sunscreen bottle.

You laughed before turning around slightly. “Can you help me with the back?”

“Obviously.”

The second you turned around, both boys immediately malfunctioned again. Yuji nearly choked on air. Megumi looked away so fast it was almost violent. Because got damn..

Nobara casually rubbed sunscreen across your back while the two boys behind you struggled to act normal human beings.

Then afterward you let your curls fall down from the messy bun completely. The ocean breeze instantly caught through them beautifully. Soon enough Nobara started taking pictures while directing you around like a professional photographer.

“Okay now look over your shoulder.”

“Perfect.”

“Now sit near the water.”

“YESSS.”

Yuji leaned toward Megumi quietly. “…Do you think she knows she’s hot?”

Megumi immediately deadpanned. “Obviously.”

Then, a shadow suddenly fell across the group.

“Well now,” a new voice drawled smoothly. “What exactly do we have here?”

Everyone looked up. A tall blond man stood there wearing tinted circular glasses and an open beach shirt revealing a toned chest beneath. Confident grin. Relaxed posture….Dangerously attractive.

Right behind him walked an absurdly tall white-haired man wearing dark sunglasses and beach shorts with his hands casually tucked into his pockets. The white-haired man immediately stopped dead the second he saw you. Then smirked “Oh wow,” he breathed. “ You didn't tell me the beach came with a final boss.”

You blinked slowly. “…Excuse me?”

Gojo stared at you for another second too long before slowly pushing his sunglasses to the bride of his nose “Oh this is dangerous..I respect women deeply,” he said seriously. A pause. “...But wow.”

Yuji groaned instantly. “Oh no.” Nobara narrowed her eyes immediately.

“…Who are you people?” The blond man sighed tiredly, Then shortly after he gestured toward himself politely. “Kento Nanami.”

Then toward the white-haired idiot beside him. “And this embarrassment is Satoru Gojo.” Gojo waved enthusiastically. “Teacher, model, strongest sorcerer alive---”

“Annoying,” Megumi interrupted flatly.

Gojo ignored him completely while staring directly at you again. You slowly lowered your sunglasses slightly while staring back at him.

Before Gojo could speak again he suddenly stopped. Because the moment his eyes fully settled on you, he felt it. A monstrous wave of cursed energy slammed into him so hard it nearly stole the breath from his lungs.

His smile faltered slightly beneath the sunglasses. “…Whoa.” You blinked at him strangely, then rolled your eyes. “You know what? Whatever.”

Nobara immediately grabbed your wrist afterward. “Come on. Ignore the weird men.”

“Gladly.” Then both of you ran toward the ocean laughing.

Gojo watched you go silently..Still stunned. Nanami adjusted his glasses slightly beside him. “…You felt it too.” Gojo laughed softly beneath his breath. “Oh, I definitely felt it.”

Meanwhile Yuji stretched out in the sand nearby. “That’s Y/N.”

Megumi crossed his arms while leaning back in his chair. “And Sukuna already called dibs,” he added flatly. “So don’t even bother.”

Gojo tilted his head slightly. “…Dibs?” A grin slowly stretched across his face. “Well that’s funny.”

A voice suddenly appeared behind him. “What’s funny?”

Everyone looked up. Sukuna stood there with his hands in his pockets, pink hair moving slightly in the ocean breeze while his crimson eyes remained locked toward the water where you were laughing with Nobara.

Gojo smirked immediately. “Oh nothing,” he answered casually. “Just admiring the lovely view.” Sukuna’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Then admire your ass somewhere else.”

Yuji immediately looked away. “…Oh boy.”

Gojo laughed. “Jealous, are we now Sukuna ?”

Sukuna’s expression darkened instantly. “You haven’t seen jealous.”

Out in the water, you noticed him immediately, and irritation instantly flared in your chest. This scum. After everything he did ? After ruining your relationship ? He really had the audacity to just show up here looking unbothered ?

You splashed water aggressively while glaring from a distance. Nobara blinked beside you. “…Okay wow. That glare was personal.”

“It is personal.” Back on shore, the boys eventually settled into the beach chairs while talking amongst themselves.

Meanwhile, you finally decided to head back toward your tote bag for another drink. The second you stepped from the water..everything slowed.

Sunlight glistened against your wet skin while water slowly dripped down your body and legs with every step toward the shore. Your curls clung damply against your shoulders. Your bikini looked even smaller now soaked against your body, and every single person watching completely stilled.

Especially Sukuna. His eyes locked onto you immediately dangerously. Nobody deserves to see her like this. The thought came instantly. Because you looked unreal..Like temptation itself walking straight toward him.

And the worst part ? He knew exactly what you were doing. You were teasing him..You had to be. Because instead of grabbing your drink from the opposite side, you walked directly toward the chair beside him.

Then leaned over him. Close enough for cold ocean water dripping from your skin to land against his chest and arm. Your breasts brushed lightly against him for the briefest second while reaching into your tote bag.

Sukuna immediately froze. Every muscle in his body tightened. You grabbed your drink casually before flipping your damp curls back over your shoulder like nothing happened.

Meanwhile Gojo literally stared in disbelief. “…Oh my dear god.”

Nanami sighed instantly. “Please stop talking.”

But Sukuna wasn’t even listening anymore. Because the second Gojo kept staring, Sukuna grabbed him violently by the front of his shirt.

The beach chairs scraped harshly against the sand. Gojo blinked. Sukuna’s voice dropped low beside his ear. “You’re going to lose those eyes if you keep looking at her like that, you fucking bastard.”

The air instantly became suffocating. Cursed energy crackled violently around him. Gojo slowly grinned despite it. “…Wow.”

Yuji immediately panicked. “OKAY maybe let’s not kill each other at the beach---” Meanwhile, you casually took a sip of your drink while pretending not to notice the chaos .Even though your heart was pounding wildly in your chest.

You stared at all of them from behind your sunglasses.

“…So are you guys allergic to water or something?”

Yuji immediately sat up. “What? No.”

Nobara snorted loudly. “Yuji can’t swim.”

Yuji pointed dramatically. “BRO STOP LYING.”

Megumi deadpanned from his chair. “You literally almost drowned at training camp.”

“That was ONE TIME.”

“You cried.”

“I DID NOT CRY.”

You laughed softly before laying back against the beach chair beside Sukuna, letting the sunlight warm your skin while ocean breeze drifted across your body.

Sukuna’s eyes slowly dragged over you again.  “That bikini barely counts as clothing.”

You slowly turned your head toward him. “…And now you’re telling me what to wear?” His eyes narrowed slightly as you continued to speak. “This is becoming very interesting behavior for someone I supposedly just met.”

“Hm.” He leaned back slightly. “Just met, huh?”

You stared at him for a moment longer. Then quietly--- “…You know what’s weird?”

He didn’t answer. But he was listening. You looked back toward the ocean again. “It feels like I’ve known you before.”

Sukuna stilled. You laughed softly afterward. “I don’t know. Something about you just feels…” You tried to find the words..Because he felt Familiar and dangerous..But also warm.

“…Whatever.” Before he could respond, you grabbed your phone and started posting the beach pictures Nobara took earlier.

Immediately Sukuna’s voice cut through the air beside you. “Trying to make your little boyfriend jealous?”

You scoffed instantly. “Oh now you care about making him jealous?”

Your eyes narrowed toward him. “You were literally the one who sent him that picture without my permission.”

“Hm.” Sukuna’s expression darkened slightly. “Watch your mouth, brat.” You slowly looked toward him again. “…Or what?”

The second your eyes met, heat exploded low in your stomach again and chills ran through your body. That same dangerous warmth. Like his gaze itself touched you.

And the worst part about it… It almost made you want to push him further. Test him more. But you quickly looked back down at your phone instead.

Because no… absolutely not. You were loyal to Jacob…Right?

After scrolling through comments and likes for another minute, you tossed your phone back into your tote before getting up.

“Come on, Nobara.”

Nobara immediately followed you back toward the water.

The second you disappeared into the waves, your phone started buzzing violently inside the tote.

Gojo glanced toward the bag. Then slowly looked at Sukuna. “...You wouldn’t.”

Sukuna smirked slightly. “Oh really?”

He casually reached into your tote and pulled the phone out.

Jacob…Calling. Again. Five times in a row.

Then a text appeared.

JACOB❤️: wow.

JACOB❤️: nice job showing off for instagram you fucking slut.

JACOB❤️:  you just keep digging the knife deeper yourself.

JACOB❤️: screw you.

The air around Sukuna instantly became colder..Yuji blinked nervously.“…Uh oh.”

Sukuna stared at the message silently for a few moments. Then unlocked your phone and texted back.

YOU : You could barely screw yourself

JACOB❤️: Really?

JACOB❤️: That’s funny.

A pause. Then another message.

JACOB❤️: That’s not what you were saying the night before you left for Japan, sweetheart.

Sukuna’s eyes darkened immediately afterward. So…you let him touch you…Disgusting. Without another word, Sukuna lifted your phone slightly and snapped a picture from his point of view.

You. Laughing in the ocean with sunlight glistening against your skin. Then he sent it.

Immediately, Jacob started typing furiously.

JACOB❤️: who the fuck is this?

Sukuna smirked.

YOU : Your worst nightmare.

Then calmly--- he deleted every message. Every trace of their interaction..Like it never happened. Then he casually slipped your phone back into your tote right before you returned.

A while later, everyone finally started packing up.

Yuji stretched dramatically. “Yeahhh I’m cooked.”

Megumi nodded immediately. “We should head back.” Soon enough, all of you were piled into the car heading home while warm evening air drifted through the windows.

That’s when you finally checked your phone again and immediately frowned. Because Jacob was spiraling again.

JACOB❤️: you two can have each other.

JACOB❤️:  clearly you moved on fast enough.

You stared at the messages for a long moment.

Then finally…something inside you snapped. Your thumbs moved quickly across the screen.

YOU : You keep texting my phone with bullshit ever since I left for Japan.

YOU : It’s like you’re LOOKING for a reason to fight with me every single day.

YOU : You cry about something constantly like we’re in some weird competition.

YOU : And honestly?

YOU :  I’m tired of it.

YOU : So fuck off.

You immediately turned your phone on do not disturb before tossing it back into your bag and staring quietly out the window while wind moved softly through your hair.

Meanwhile…from the cloned phone--- Sukuna watched your message appear.

And for the first time all day, he actually laughed. Satisfied. Good girl. Back at the apartment building, everyone slowly dragged themselves upstairs exhausted from the beach.

Nobara suddenly gasped dramatically halfway down the hall. “WAIT.”

Everyone groaned instantly. “What now?” Megumi sighed.

“We should play a game.” Yuji immediately pointed. “Oh hell yeah.” 

“No,” Megumi answered instantly.

“Yes,” Nobara corrected. “Because Y/N clearly needs to stop thinking about loser-boyfriend drama.”

You laughed tiredly. “What kind of game?”

Nobara grinned slowly. “Truth or dare.”

Megumi literally turned around to leave, absolutely not… But before he could.--- Sukuna’s voice sounded quietly behind everyone. “…Sounds fun.” And the second you looked at him…that dangerous warmth spread through your stomach all over again.

Because the way he was staring at you now ? It didn’t feel playful anymore...

The game started off stupidly, completely stupidly. Yuji ended up getting dared to chug an entire soda without breathing and almost passed out dramatically on the couch while Nobara screamed at him for being an idiot.

Megumi got truth. Unfortunately. Which immediately turned into Nobara aggressively interrogating him about whether he had ever liked anyone before.

“I’m leaving,” Megumi muttered flatly.

“You can’t leave during the game,” Nobara argued.

“This is psychological warfare.” Then--- Sukuna leaned back lazily against the couch.

“My turn.” The room instantly quieted slightly. Because there was just something about him..The way he spoke…The way he looked at people. Like he already owned the room before he even entered it.

Slowly..his crimson eyes shifted toward you…and your stomach immediately tightened. “I dare you,” he said smoothly, “to sit on my lap for the rest of the game.”

Yuji choked on air. Megumi immediately rubbed his face.

Meanwhile…your heart had started beating so hard it almost hurt. But you forced yourself to stay calm, cool and collected.

“Okay,” you answered casually. Then stood up and walked towards him. Sukuna watched every step you took toward him. Every movement. Every breath. Until finally--- you lowered yourself carefully onto his lap.

And immediately realized your mistake..Because he was huge. His thighs spread comfortably beneath you while one arm rested lazily along the back of the couch.

You felt unbelievably small compared to him..Heat instantly rushed to your face. Meanwhile Sukuna adjusted you closer to him like it was natural. One large hand grabbed your hips firmly before shifting you slightly higher against him.

“There,” he murmured lowly near your ear. “Just like that little lamb.”

Your breath caught slightly. Then his hand settled over your thigh. It was large and heavy. Slowly rubbing circles against your knee.

And your body reacted instantly..Because somehow..that spot felt sensitive. Like he already knew exactly where to touch you.

Sukuna noticed immediately. A dangerous smirk slowly tugged at his mouth.

The game continued around you. But honestly ? You could barely focus anymore. Not when his fingers kept tracing slow patterns against your skin. Not when his chest pressed against your back every time he leaned closer.

Not when his voice suddenly dropped beside your ear. “So,” he murmured softly enough for only you to hear, “I dare you to tell me what you were dreaming about last night.”

Your eyes widened slightly..Then narrowed. “…Were you watching me sleep ?” A deep quiet laugh vibrated against you.

“Only if you want me to...”

Heat flooded through your entire body. You almost stood up instantly..but the second you moved, his hand tightened sharply against your thigh and pulled you right back down against him.

A small sound escaped your throat before you could stop it. Sukuna’s eyes darkened immediately..There it is.

Slowly..his hand began drifting higher. From your knee up to your thigh. Thumb tracing dangerously slow circles against your inner thigh now. Your breathing hitched. “Sukuna---”

“..Careful little lamb. ” he murmured beside your ear. “You say my name like that again and I might forget how patient I've been trying to be with you.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

His hand squeezed your thigh suddenly.

A soft gasp escaped you immediately. Sukuna grinned dangerously.. “Yeah,” he whispered darkly. “Right there,?”

Your entire body felt hot…too hot. Especially when he leaned even closer. “Go ahead,” he murmured. “Tell me to stop touching you.”

His thumb pressed slightly harder.

“Tell me you wish it was Jacob touching you instead of me.” Another squeeze. “Go ahead, little lamb.”

You opened your mouth.But nothing came out. Because honestly ?...You didn’t want him to stop and Sukuna knew it. “That’s exactly what the fuck I thought.” Another squeeze. This time your breath visibly trembled.

Across the room Nobara suddenly pointed dramatically. “Your turn!”

You blinked quickly like waking from a trance. “…I actually don’t wanna play anymore.”

Sukuna’s hand tightened again immediately. “Come on,” he drawled smoothly. “Don’t be a sore loser now.” The way he kept slowly rubbing your thigh while speaking almost made it impossible to think.

“…Fine,” you muttered quietly. “Dare.”

Nobara immediately gasped. “OHHH.”

Yuji leaned forward excitedly. “This is getting good.”

Sukuna slowly smiled behind you. “She dares, hm?” His hand slid just slightly higher up your thigh..Enough to make your breath catch again.

Your heart pounded violently against your ribs. The room suddenly felt too warm and too small.

Slowly...you turned your head toward him.

“…Why are you looking at me like that?”

Then Silence. Actual silence. Even Nobara stopped moving. Because for the first time all night--- Sukuna looked completely speechless. His crimson eyes stayed locked onto yours. But there was no teasing now. No smirk or mocking grin. Because the truth was…he didn’t even know where to begin.

How could words explain something that transcended lifetimes ? How could he explain the feeling of finding the soul he spent centuries searching for ? How could he explain the rage he felt every time another man touched you ? The obsession for you. The devotion for you…The hunger. The unbearable need to keep you close.

Words couldn’t describe it.

And for once, Ryomen Sukuna had no answer. Your breathing became uneven beneath his stare.

Then suddenly, you stood up quickly. “…Game’s over.”

Nobara blinked. “What? Already?”

“I’m tired,” you lied immediately. You grabbed your phone from the table quickly before avoiding Sukuna’s eyes entirely. “I’ll talk to you guys later.”

Then you walked out. The second your apartment door shut behind you..you leaned against it heavily.

Hand clutching your chest. “…Oh my god.”

Your heart would not calm down. Gosh. That man was infuriating…absolutely infuriating. You rubbed your face dramatically before pacing toward your room…but then your hand slowly brushed against your thigh.

The exact spot where he kept squeezing you earlier…and heat immediately curled through your stomach again. Your breath caught slightly. Because it felt good. Way too good…Embarrassingly good.You sat down slowly on the edge of your bed while staring blankly at the wall.

“…I wish he did it again..” The second the thought crossed your mind---you buried your face into your hands dramatically. “What is WRONG with me?!”

Meanwhile…back in the apartment next door, the silence still lingered. Yuji slowly looked toward Sukuna. “…You gonna snap out of it or what?”

Sukuna finally blinked, then slowly stood up. The expression on his face now looked darker. Without another word..he walked out of the apartment. Megumi watched him leave carefully. “…Someone’s about to die.”

Outside, cool night air moved through the city while Sukuna pulled out his phone calmly.

The call barely rang once before Uraume answered.

“My lord.”

Sukuna’s eyes darkened toward the city lights below. “It’s time.”

Uraume immediately straightened on the other end. “What are your orders?”

A slow smile spread across Sukuna’s face. Cold. Cruel, and absolutely terrifying.

“remove him.”

Silence. Then--- “And the pathetic whore he’s been fucking behind her back this entire time.”

The cursed energy around him pulsed violently. “Make sure they understand exactly why it’s happening.”

Then the line went dead.

And somewhere far across the ocean--

Jacob’s phone suddenly buzzed.

Synopsis: JJK men favorite positions to fuck you in.

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◟ Gojo Satoru ໒꒱ .

Prone bone

Gojo is a big slut. There is just something about him having you laying underneath him on your belly with all his weight on you. You can’t run, you can’t escape, you have to take his dick like a good girl.

"You're already this wet? We barely started."

"Toru, please—" Your voice came out broken, muffled by the pillow. You tried to lift your hips, desperate for more friction, but his weight kept you pinned perfectly flat.

"Please what?" He laughed, that playful lilt making your clit throb. His arm tightened around your neck just slightly, pulling your head back enough that you could feel his breath on your cheek. "Use your words, baby. I know you've got 'em in that pretty little head."

"Please fuck me," you whined, fingers clawing at the sheets beneath you. "I need it, I need you inside—"

The words died in your throat as he slammed forward, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. Your scream came out choked, strangled by his forearm against your throat as he stretched you open around his length. The angle—god, the angle with your legs pressed together, flat beneath him—made him feel impossibly thick.

"Fuck, your tight," Gojo groaned, his composure cracking for just a moment before that cocky edge returned. "Your little pussy's squeezing me so hard. Did you miss my cock that much?"

He didn't wait for an answer. His hips snapped back and drove forward again, setting a punishing rhythm that had the headboard cracking against the wall. Each thrust ground your clit against the mattress, the friction almost too much combined with the way he was splitting you open from behind.

"T-Toru! Too deep—Ahh—hh" Your moans pitched higher, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as he fucked you into the bed. His arm stayed locked around your throat, keeping your back arched just enough that every stroke hit that devastating spot inside you.

"Too deep?" He had the audacity to laugh, pressing a kiss to your temple even as his hips pistoned faster. "Baby, I'm barely trying. You should see yourself right now—crying already and I haven't even made you cum yet."

The tears spilled over, streaking down your cheeks and soaking into the pillow. It wasn't pain—or not entirely. It was the overwhelming fullness, the relentless pace, the way he somehow knew exactly how to take you apart. Your sobs mixed with your moans, creating desperate sounds you'd never heard yourself make before.

"There it is," Gojo breathed, his voice dropping lower, rougher. "There's my pretty crybaby. Those tears look so good on you." He shifted his angle slightly, and suddenly every thrust was punching against your g-spot with devastating accuracy. "Come on, let me hear you. Let the whole building hear how good I'm fucking this pussy."

"Ohhh god, oh fuck, fuck!” Your vocabulary shattered into nothing but profanity and his name, repeated like a prayer. Your nails tore at the sheets as the pressure built, coiling tighter with every snap of his hips.

"That's it, squeeze me just like that," he commanded, his own breath coming faster now despite his efforts to sound unaffected. His free hand gripped your hip hard enough to bruise, holding you in place as he used your body. "You gonna cum on my cock? Gonna make a mess all over these sheets?"

"Yesyesplease, I'm so close—please let me cum, toru!—"

"Look at you, begging so pretty with tears running down your face." His headlock tightened just a fraction more, his lips brushing your ear. "Go ahead then, baby. Cum for me. Show me how much you love getting fucked into this mattress."

Your orgasm crashed through you like a tidal wave, your entire body seizing beneath him as you wailed his name into the pillow. Your pussy clamped down on him rhythmically, milking his cock as wave after wave of pleasure tore through you. The tears flowed freely now, mixing with drool on the pillowcase as you completely fell apart.

"Fuuuck, that's good," Gojo grunted, his hips stuttering as your walls strangled him. But he didn't stop—didn't even slow down. He fucked you straight through your orgasm, extending it until you were shaking, oversensitive and overwhelmed. "One more. Give me one more, pretty girl. I know you've got it in you."

"I can't—I can't, it's too much—" But even as you protested, you could feel it building again, impossibly fast, stacking on top of the first orgasm before it even finished.

"Yes you can." His voice was pure sin against your ear. "You're gonna cum again, and then I'm gonna fill this tight little cunt up. That's what you want, isn't it? Want me to fuck this pretty pussy?"

Those filthy words pushed you right over the edge again, a second orgasm ripping through you even harder than the first. You screamed—actually screamed—as your vision went white, barely aware of Gojo's groan as he finally buried himself deep and spilled inside you.

He collapsed on top of you, both of you panting, his softening cock still plugging you full of his cum. His arm loosened around your throat, hand coming up to gently wipe the tears from your cheeks.

"Such a good girl," he murmured, pressing soft kisses along your shoulder. "My pretty little crybaby."

◟ Geto Suguru ໒꒱ .

Cowgirl

Your thighs burned as you bounced on Geto's cock, his thick cock stretching you with every drop of your hips. His dark hair fanned across the pillow beneath him, those sharp eyes watching you with an intensity that made your skin flush even darker.

"That's it," he murmured, big hands gripping your waist to guide your rhythm. "Ride it like you mean it, sweetheart. Show me how badly you need this cock."

"Suguru—nngh—" You planted your palms on his chest for leverage, rolling your hips in a desperate grind that dragged his tip against your g-spot. The wet sounds of your pussy taking him filled the room, obscene and loud in the relative quiet.

His expression shifted, that sweet encouragement hardening into something meaner. "Did I say you could slow down?" His grip on your waist tightened, fingers digging in as he lifted you up and slammed you back down onto his length. "I said ride. So fucking ride."

"mmf—mmmh! Oh god—" The brutal thrust punched the air from your lungs, and you scrambled to obey, picking up your pace until you were bouncing fast and hard on his dick. Your tits bounced with the movement, catching his attention immediately.

"Look at these," Geto breathed, one hand leaving your hip to palm your breast roughly. "Bouncing right in my face like you're begging for attention." He sat up suddenly, the change in angle making you cry out as he somehow got even deeper. His mouth latched onto your nipple, sucking hard enough to make you see stars.

"Fuckahhh!, Sugu !" Your hands flew to his hair, gripping the dark strands as he alternated between your breasts, laving his tongue over your sensitive nipples before sucking them into his mouth. All while you kept riding him, your pussy clenching desperately around his thickness.

"Mmm, these pretty tits," he mumbled against your skin, teeth grazing your nipple in a way that made your hips stutter. "Taste so fucking good. Keep moving—don't you dare stop."

You whimpered but obeyed, grinding down on him even as his mouth drove you crazy. The dual stimulation was almost too much, pleasure sparking from your nipples straight to your core where he was buried so deep.

SMACK.

You yelped as his palm connected with your ass, the sharp sting radiating through your flesh and making your pussy clamp down on him involuntarily.

"Did I say you could slow down?" Geto pulled back from your chest just enough to look up at you, dark eyes glittering with something dangerous. "I can feel you getting lazy, sweetheart."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry—" You picked up the pace again, bouncing harder, faster, your ass jiggling with every impact. Another slap landed on your other cheek, and you moaned shamelessly at the pain-pleasure of it.

"That's better." His voice was sweet again, almost tender, even as his hand came down on your ass a third time. "See? You can be such a good girl when you try." He leaned in, capturing your nipple between his teeth and tugging gently. "Now keep fucking yourself on my cock until you cum. I want to feel this pussy squeeze me."

"Sugu, please, please—" You weren't even sure what you were begging for anymore. More? Mercy? Both? Your thighs screamed with exertion, but you couldn't stop, not with his mouth on your tits and his cock filling you so perfectly and his hands gripping your ass where he'd spanked you raw.

"Please what?" He was mean again, that sharp edge back in his voice. "Use your words or you’re gonna have to use your fingers to cum tonight, baby."

"Please make me cum!" The words tore out of you, desperate and needy. "I need it, I need to cum on your cock, please Suguru, I've been good, I've been riding you so good—"

"Hmm, you have been good." Sweet again, so sweet it gave you whiplash. He pressed a gentle kiss to the swell of your breast even as his hips started thrusting up to meet your downward movements, doubling the intensity. "Okay, baby. Cum for me. Let me feel it."

The combination of his sweet permission and his brutal pace shattered you. You came with a scream, your pussy convulsing around him as you collapsed forward against his chest. He held you through it, still fucking up into you, prolonging your orgasm until you were shaking and sobbing against his neck.

"Good girl," he murmured, stroking your hair even as his hips snapped up harder, chasing his own release. "Such a good fucking girl for me."

◟ Kento Nanami ໒꒱ .

Missionary

"There we go," he breathed against your lips, fully seated inside you now. "You're taking me so well, sweetheart. So perfect for me."

"K-Ken—" His name was a prayer on your lips as he pulled back and thrust forward again, setting a steady rhythm that had the bed creaking beneath you. His pace was controlled, deliberate—each stroke calculated to drag against every sensitive spot inside you.

"That's it." His voice was low, rough with restrained desire. "Let me hear you. You sound so beautiful."

Emboldened by his praise, you stopped trying to muffle your moans. They spilled out freely now—breathy whines and desperate gasps as he fucked you with that maddening precision. "Feels so good, oh god, you feel so good inside me—"

"You feel incredible," he returned, pressing his forehead to yours. "So warm and tight. Like you were made for me." His hips snapped forward harder on the last word, making you cry out. "Were you? Made just for me to fill up?"

"Yes! Yes, Kento, only for you—nghh!"

Something shifted in his eyes at your words. That carefully maintained control cracked, and suddenly his pace turned brutal. He braced himself better, hiking your legs higher around his waist as he started truly fucking you—hard, deep strokes that had the headboard slamming against the wall.

"You're doing so well," he groaned, even as he pounded into you without mercy. "Taking everything I give you. Such a good girl. My good girl."

The praise combined with the rough pace had you spiraling fast, pleasure coiling tight in your belly. "Kento, Ken, I'm gonna—I'm so close—"

"I know, sweetheart. I can feel you squeezing me." He shifted his angle slightly, and suddenly every thrust was grinding against your clit while his tip battered your g-spot. "Go ahead. Cum for me. Show me how good I make you feel."

"Fuckfuckfuck!" You were babbling, tears of pleasure pricking your eyes as the pressure built to an unbearable peak. "I need it, I need to cum, Kento please let me—"

"You have my permission." He kissed you deeply, swallowing your moans as you shattered beneath him. Your pussy clamped down on his cock rhythmically, milking him as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through you. He fucked you through it, murmuring praise against your lips the entire time.

"Beautiful. So beautiful when you cum. That's my girl. You're doing so well."

Your orgasm seemed to last forever, extended by his words and his relentless pace. When it finally ebbed, you were limp beneath him, oversensitive and trembling. But he wasn't done.

"One more," he said, and it wasn't a request. His pace hadn't slowed at all. "Give me one more, sweetheart. I know you can."

"Kento, I can't—it's too much—" But even as you protested, you could feel the pleasure building again, impossibly fast.

"Yes you can. You're my good girl, remember?" His thumb found your clit, rubbing tight circles that had you arching off the bed with a wail. "Come on. One more, and then I'll fill you up. You want that, don't you? Want me to cum inside this perfect pussy?"

"Yesss! Oh god, I want it—" The second orgasm hit you even harder than the first, your vision going white as you screamed his name. You felt him groan against your neck, his hips stuttering as he finally let go, spilling deep inside you.

He stayed inside you as you both came down, pressing gentle kisses across your face—your forehead, your cheeks, your nose, your lips.

"You were perfect," he murmured. "Absolutely perfect."

◟ Toji Fushiguro ໒꒱ .

Doggy style

"Look at that," he laughed, and you could hear the smug grin in his voice. "So fucking eager. Bet you've been thinking about this all day, haven't you? Waiting for me to come home and wreck this little cunt."

"Toji, please—" You wiggled your hips impatiently, desperate to feel him.

A large hand cracked against your ass, making you yelp. "Did I say you could speak, brat?" His palm smoothed over the stinging flesh almost soothingly before gripping hard. "Fuck, look at this ass. Made for me to ruin."

You bit your lip to keep quiet, even as your pussy clenched around nothing. His hands spread your cheeks apart, exposing you completely to his gaze.

"Dripping wet already. Pathetic." But his voice was thick with want, betraying his own need. You felt the thick head of his cock drag through your folds, gathering your arousal, and whimpered.

"What was that? I thought I told you to stay quiet." His hand fisted in your hair suddenly, yanking your head back hard enough to make you gasp. "Or do you want me to give you something to really scream about?"

"Please," you whined, unable to help yourself. "Please fuck me, Toji, I need your cock so bad—"

"Since you asked so nicely." He slammed forward without warning, burying his massive length inside you in one brutal thrust. You did scream then—his cock was huge, stretching you to your limits, filling you so completely you could barely breathe.

"Fuck baby, how are you tight," he groaned, his grip on your hair keeping your back arched painfully as he bottomed out. "Forgot how small this pussy is. Barely fits around me."

"T-too big—" The words came out broken, tears springing to your eyes at the intense stretch. "You're too big, I can't—"

"You can and you will." He pulled back and slammed forward again, setting a punishing pace that had you seeing stars. "This pussy's gonna take every fucking inch whether it likes it or not."

The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by your desperate moans and his rough grunts. His hand stayed fisted in your hair, using it as leverage to pull you back onto his cock with every thrust.

"Look at you," he laughed breathlessly, "taking it like the desperate little slut you are. Bet you love this, don't you? Love being used like a fucking toy?"

"Yes! Yes, I love it, I love your cock—ohgodohgodohgod—" You were babbling, words spilling out without thought as he rearranged your insides. He was so deep, hitting spots you didn't know existed, making your toes curl and your eyes roll back.

"That's what I thought." His free hand came down on your ass again, the sharp sting making you clench around him. "Cockhungry little whore. Can't even think straight when you're getting fucked, can you?"

"N-no, can't think—only you, only your cock—Fuckkk!" He'd changed his angle, and now every thrust was punching against your cervix, pleasure-pain that had you sobbing into the mattress.

"Gonna cum already? I can feel this slutty pussy squeezing me." His pace somehow got even faster, harder, the bed frame protesting loudly beneath you. "Go ahead then. Cum on my cock like the desperate little thing you are."

"Toji, Toji, ji!" His name was the only thing you could say as your orgasm crashed through you, your entire body seizing as you came harder than you ever had in your life. Your pussy strangled his cock, milking him desperately as wave after wave of pleasure tore through you.

"Fuck yeah, that's it," he growled, fucking you through your orgasm without mercy. "Squeeze that cock. Milk every drop out of me."

He came with a groan, burying himself to the hilt and flooding your insides with his release. You could feel it—hot and thick, filling you up until it started leaking out around his shaft.

He stayed inside you for a long moment, both of you panting. Then he pulled out suddenly, making you whimper at the loss.

"Don't move." His voice was still rough, satisfied. "I want to watch my cum drip out of you."

◟ Sukuna Ryomen ໒꒱ .

Mating press

Sukuna's massive form loomed over you, his four arms caging you in against the bed. His cock—god, his cock—was enormous, inhuman in its size, the thick head already pressing against your entrance. You'd never taken anything that big. You weren't sure you could.

"K-kuna—" Your voice trembled, a mix of fear and desperate arousal. "I don't know if it'll fit—"

"It'll fit." His grin was cruel, all sharp teeth and malicious intent. "I'll make it fit." Two of his hands gripped your thighs, folding you nearly in half until your knees were pressed to your shoulders. "And you're going to take every inch like the pathetic little slut you are." He pushed forward, and you moan loudly.

The stretch was unreal—bordering on too much, your pussy struggling to accommodate his monstrous girth. He didn't stop, didn't give you time to adjust, just kept pushing until he was fully sheathed inside you. You could see the bulge of him in your stomach, could feel him in your throat, impossibly deep.

"Look at that," he purred, one hand pressing against the bulge. "I can see myself inside you. Your tiny little cunt stuffed full of my cock." He pressed harder, and you wailed. "Can you feel that? Feel how deep I am?"

"Too deep—too much—" Tears streamed down your face, but your pussy was clenching around him desperately, betraying how much your body craved this despite the overwhelming stretch.

"Shut up." He pulled back and slammed forward, punching a scream from your lungs. "You'll take what I give you and be grateful for it."

He started fucking you in earnest then, brutal thrusts that had your entire body jolting with each impact. The mating press position left you completely at his mercy, folded in half and pinned beneath his massive body, unable to do anything but take it.

"This is what you were made for," Sukuna growled, his pace relentless. "A tight little hole for me to fuck. To fill up with my seed until you're dripping with it." His claws dug into your thighs, drawing thin lines of blood that only seemed to excite him more. "You want that, don't you? Want me to knock you up?"

"Yes!" The word tore out of you before you could stop it. "Please, please breed me, fill me up, I need it—"

"Pathetic." But he was grinning, clearly pleased by your desperation. "Begging a king to put a baby in you. What a dumb little slut."

His pace increased impossibly, the wet slap of his hips against your ass echoing through the room. You could feel every ridge and vein of his cock dragging against your walls, stimulating nerves you didn't know you had.

"Gonna cum—nghh," you gasped, the pressure building rapidly. "Gonna cum on your cock, please let me—"

"Did I say you could cum?" His hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your head spin. "You cum when I tell you to cum. Understood?"

"Please, please, I can't hold it—" You were sobbing now, your body trembling on the edge of release. "Kuna, please, I'll do anything—"

"Anything?" His grin sharpened. "Then beg me to breed you. Beg me to fill this pretty cunt with my seed. Convince me you're worthy of carrying my offspring."

"Please breed me!" The words spilled out desperately. "Please fill me up, I need your cum inside me, I want to be so full of you, please kuna!, I'll be so good, just please let me cum—"

"Good enough." His hand tightened on your throat as his hips pistoned faster. "Cum. Now."

Your orgasm hit like a freight train, your entire body convulsing as you screamed his name. Your pussy clamped down on his massive cock so tight it was almost painful, milking him desperately.

He came with an animalistic roar, burying himself impossibly deep as he flooded your womb with his release. You could feel it—so much cum, filling you up until your stomach actually distended slightly from the sheer volume.

"That's it," he growled, still pumping into you. "Take it all. Every last drop.”

◟ Choso Kamo ໒꒱ .

Spooning

"Is this... is this okay?"

Choso's voice was soft, uncertain, his chest pressed against your back as he held you close. His cock was already inside you, had been for several minutes now while he worked up the courage to actually move. You could feel him trembling slightly, overwhelmed by sensation.

"It's perfect," you assured him, reaching back to thread your fingers through his dark hair. "You can move whenever you're ready."

"I just—" He buried his face in your neck, his breath hot against your skin. "You feel so good. I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't hurt me, Choso." You rolled your hips back against him gently, making him gasp. "I promise. I can take it."

"But I'm—" He cut himself off, embarrassed. "I've been told I'm... b-bigger than average. I don't want to—"

You couldn't help the small laugh that escaped you. "Baby, I know. I can feel it." His cock was stretching you deliciously, filling you so completely. "And it feels amazing. Please, Choso. I need you to move."

He made a small, desperate sound against your neck, and finally—finally—his hips pulled back and pushed forward in a tentative thrust.

"Oh fuck," you moaned, the drag of his thick length against your walls sending sparks through your entire body. "Yes, just like that. Keep going."

"You—you like it?" He sounded genuinely surprised, even as his hips started finding a rhythm. "It doesn't hurt?"

"It feels so good," you assured him, pushing back to meet his thrusts. "You feel so good inside me, Choso. So big and thick—"

He whimpered—actually whimpered—at your words, his pace increasing slightly. "I didn't know—no one ever told me—"

"That your cock is fucking perfect?" You clenched around him deliberately, making him moan. "Because it is. Stretching me so good, filling me up just right—"

"Please," he gasped, his arm tightening around your waist. "Please don't say things like that, I'll—I won't be able to—"

"Won't be able to what? Control yourself?" You rolled your hips back harder, fucking yourself on his cock. "Good. I don't want you to control yourself. I want you to use me."

Something snapped in him at your words. His hips started moving faster, harder, that tentative rhythm becoming something more desperate. His teeth found your shoulder, biting down gently as he thrust into you with increasing urgency.

"Is this—am I doing it right?" Even now, even as he was fucking you harder than before, he was seeking reassurance. "Does it feel good?"

"So good, Choso, so fucking good—" You were moaning freely now, the angle of the position letting him hit your g-spot with every thrust. "Harder, please, I can take it—"

He obeyed, his hips snapping against your ass with enough force to make the bed creak. "You're so tight," he gasped. "I can barely fit—is that normal? Am I too big?"

"You're perfectahhh!," you assured him, even as your eyes rolled back from the stretch. "Just the right size to ruin me."

"Ruin—?" He sounded scandalized and aroused in equal measure. "I don't want to ruin you, I want to make you feel good—"

"You are, baby, you are—" You reached back to grip his hair, pulling him closer. "I'm gonna cum, Choso. You're gonna make me cum on your big cock."

"Really?" The wonder in his voice was almost heartbreaking. "I can do that?"

"Yes, yes, right there, don't stop—fuck!" The pressure crested and broke, your orgasm washing over you in waves. You cried out his name, your pussy clamping down on him rhythmically.

"Oh—oh god—" Choso's hips stuttered, the sensation of you cumming around him clearly overwhelming. "I'm going to—I can't hold—nghh"

"Inside," you gasped. "Cum inside me, please, I want to feel it—"

He came with a broken moan, burying himself deep as he spilled inside you. You could feel his cock pulsing, filling you with warmth. His whole body shook against yours, overwhelmed by pleasure.

"That was..." He trailed off, panting against your neck. "I didn't know it could feel like that."

suguru cums in your panties ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎

suguru has a weird problem, one that can’t be stopped and that’s making you wear your panties with his fresh cum in them. 

it’s more territorial than anything but he likes knowing he’s with you all day. 

“suguru please, i’m late for work.” 

he huffs a laugh, one hand on your hip to keep you steady in place and the other stroking himself while you hold your panties down. 

“i know baby im working as fast as i can.”

a strand of his hair falling from his bun, a bead of sweat slowly dropping down onto the floor. 

he’ll hold your whole schedule up for this, it was almost flattering in a way. 

it all became worth it when he actually finished, streams of cum leaking onto the fabric, a low groan rumbling in his throat. 

“oh fuck baby, you gonna keep it there all day for me?”

you softly gasp watching it. 

your eyes are fixated on his dick, how pretty it looks, how each vein becomes more prominent when he’s finishing and the flush on his tip that looks sensitive. 

“mhm.”

suguru smiled a little at your small response,  the last stream of his cum leaking on the middle of your panties. 

he swipes the tip of his dick and tuck himself back in then pulling your panties up which makes you squirm a little. 

“wear them all day, don’t even go to the bathroom.”

then it starts. 

it starts warm, the wetness coating your soft folds then it quickly turns cold. 

whenever you sit you can feel some it slip between your folds some, then you get used to the sensation. 

if he’s feeling nasty he’ll lay you down and jerk off over your pretty pussy, softly rubbing your clit while he does it, making sure you’re wet to the furthest extent. 

“you like that hm? keep those thighs spread mhm there we go.”

letting you get wetter and finishing all over your pussy, taking in the sight then helping you put your panties back on. 

he wants his cum coated all over you as long as you can hold, he doesn’t care if it eventually crusted or left a stain that’s hard to get out after the fact, he just wants his place known. 

even going as far as to finish inside of you, just letting it leak out inside of your panties instead, letting it soak down into the fabric, having you feel his cum coat your wet walls and slowly leak down throughout the day. 

it all depended on he wanted to go about it that day, sometimes he did both.

had you soaking in him, being reminded every time you sat down, walked, moved a certain way that he was right there warm against you.

when you come home he’ll check them, softly pull them down your thighs and see his cum still coated over you but crusted and your panties stained. 

you’ve gone through so many pairs of panties that are now permanently stained with them that he had to buy more that he eventually stained too. 

So... pegging Caleb! You know the drill. Anal play, titty fucking, some low key spit kink i suppose... There is also zero plot for this one ( sorry I am just so horny apparently but what's new there...) oh oh oh and vibrating fingers!!!!!

Enjoy and if you see mistakes, no you didn’t! I wrote this under some trying circumstances.

Forever and a day.

"Caleb?" You call his name softly while you rest your head on his chest, laying down together on the bed in his Skyhaven home. You had gotten time off and he was on the ground and you both couldn't let the opportunity go to waste.

" Yeah Pipsqueak?" He shifts you closer to him, giving your arm a gentle squeeze.

" If I had something new we could try, would you be like... into it?"

" Don't you need to tell me first before I decide that?"

" Well yeah but... this one is pretty out there, you know?"

Your fingers fiddle gently with the necklace resting on his collarbones, rubbing the apple charm between your fingers mindlessly.

" Well now I'm curious."

☏ 𝐎𝐨𝐡, 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐢, 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐢, 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐢.ᐟ ☏

☏ synopsis: It starts like any other morning: Varka alone, phone in his hand, and a desire he can’t control.

☏ tw: yandere content, m! masturbation, noncon, scent kink, voyeurism, delusions, himbo mindset, Varka being well…Varka, kidnapped, hint of a daddy kink

☏ wc: 1k>

The early morning was quiet, except... In that silence, the only thing breaking the calm was the steady, wet sound of Varka pumping his fat cock under the covers, his breath growing heavier with every stroke. 

FAP! FAP! FAP!

Varka’s fist moved with messy, determined focus, stroking the shaft like he was trying to wring thoughts out of it.

His breath came out hot, uneven, fogging the phone screen propped beside him, the one looping a ten-second clip of your laugh.

౨ৎ❣MINORS NO NO NO❣౨ৎ

“I-I need-! Fuck! Mamaaaa~”

Enjin was clawing at the seats, trying desperately to keep his sagging eyes open and focused on the way your ass crashed against his pelvis. Your head was thrown back, bouncing on his dick, lost in pleasure, “sssooo fucking bigg! I love itttt~! Fuckkkk mee~!” 

You were whining, using the seats in front of you to throw it all the way back on him—plunging his dick straight into your cervix, dancing stars of all colours, crossed your hazy eyes. 

Enjin was doing no better, watching and hearing you lose your mind like you hadn’t fucked his dick hours before this—it still surprises him how grateful and obsessed you were. 

When you got all loud and excited, moaning and creaming on him with zero shame. His hands glided down your back, securing them on the dimples of your ass, “Shiittt~” his lashes flutter, adams apple bobbing, “you l-losin’ it ain’t you~” You didn’t respond, just moved faster, shaking the car—if he could see your face, he’d witness the tears, the absolute greed drooling from your open mouth and onto the middle console, your nails were digging into the cushions, you didn’t know whether to go back down or get off.

Your muscles were strained against his thighs, but you didn’t wanna stop—it felt too good, he felt too good, and he sounded so good. All that base rumbling like a stereo behind you, only making you go harder, and lose your sanity. Talking from your pussy, lose, “You like ittt don’t youuu~? Don’t youuuu~?”

You threw him a wobbly, greedy little smile, spit stuck to your chin, “yess baby—take it. Take whatchu want~ Take me there baby~” 

One hand released a seat, rubbing your clit in quick circles, squeezing down on him, sucking him deeper. If he had a blunt, this would’ve been ten times better; the view would’ve been smoked out and hot, but it would also calm his nerves. 

You were fucking him raw—Enjin was starting to get delirious, he was sure he was coming to cum, but his thoughts were wrapped around you. Cause at the moment, you seemed like you didn’t care if he nutted, you were on a mission to please yourself.

Enjin shuddered, “Baby- fuck- mamas-!” You shook your head, ignoring him. Enjin tried to pull your hips down and stop you, but you literally fought him. Your hands came outta no where, grabbing and snatching at his wrists, using them as a sort of leverage to keep him from touching you. 

Enjin's thighs shook, “y-you said ta-take it-” his ears burned, you were trembling, and he heard what sounded like a sniffle melt into a moan the moment your ass hit his lap. Panick surged.

“M-mamas-”

You shook your head again, “You s-said take it-” you sounded broken, but Enjin was trying so hard not to explode, he needed you to get up, fuck what he said, he wanted this to last. 

“F-fuck c-c’mon slutty girl! Shit! H-hop up f’me, j-juuussttt a l-little second-”

 You shattered, whimpering and crying like he was trying to take something away from you, “Y-you said take ittt! Y-you said it was mine~! Y-ah! You’re such a liar!” you where crying on his dick, it was sexier than any porn he’s watched, you dragged your hips down, grinding down on his dick. 

Enjin winced, stumbling over his words, “I-I I’m s-so close-” “You said-! Y-you said-” your teary words drifted off when you started feeling him throb in your belly, his breath was ragged, his hips were betraying him to meeting yours halfway, grinding against the seats you had him pressed into. 

He was trying so hard, but the words were stuck in the back of his throat. You, on the other hand, were frustrated. He was such a liar. How dare he tell you to take what you want, then ask you to get up because he couldn’t handle what you gave? 

You huffed, listening to him tell you for the seventh time to get up. Something evil curled around your soul, something dark and tainted. Instead of listening, you lift your hips.

Dragging his cock alll the way out until the tip remained—enjin sighed, thinking you’d finally listened. He was about to reach for you and pull you close, probably shower you with kisses, and rub your clit until you beg him to stop.

You released his wrists and gripped his knees, your thighs trapping his, angling his dick just right, before slamming down with the force of a Ram. Enjin's thighs were in pure deliscious pain, he grabbed for the handle above his head. 

“OH SHIT! OH SHIT! OH SHIT! FUCK!~!” 

You started babbling, squeezing down on him angrily, “You said take what I want! You said- ngh, oohh fuck—you said take wh-what I want Enjin!” You were scolding him with your mouth and pussy. Slamming down harder and harder, making his body rock with the car. 

His other hand was twitching beside his jumpy thighs, “Ah! Ah! I- I- fuck!” he couldn’t speak. You were gripping him and jumping his shit like a pogo stick, and the more he tried to explain himself, the harder you bounced. Enjin was gripping and pulling at everything he could, trying to hold on for life, struggling to keep his soul, trying to escape his open mouth.

Your pussy was squelching, and Enjin swore he heard her growl. “I-it’s mine! M-my dick and I- i do what I want with it-”

And you meant every word you pounded into his hard head~

Enjin's eyes weren’t making it—he was sinking, the more you babbled about his dick being yours yours yours. He doesn’t even know when his jaw went slack, and his voice came out in broken cries and pleads, “P-please mommas! Momma! Fuck, fuckkk fuckkk please-” he was mewling, and Enjin never mewls, that was reserved for you and you only. 

But you were shattering him by the second. He wasn’t understanding what you were saying, just shaking, nodding, and crying.

This was gonna be a very quiet, uncomfortable ride back when you two came down from that high. “Say it!”

Enjin was stuck; his hand fell to the door, pulling at the child-locked handle, his legs were moving, writhing, tilting you back and forth, practically helping you fuck him dumb. 

“O-oh g-god! Sweet h-eavenly watchmen in the sky-t-take me n-now!”

You rolled your eyes, rolling your hips back, making him scream, “OH!” 

“Sa-y it! S- say it’s mine!” 

Enjin was pulling that door, lord, yanking it, “Ahhh godddd-! I’m finna nut, ohh yess lord I am!” 

“N-nah-uh! N-Not before you say it!” 

He let the hinge go, grabbing at his hair, cross-eyed to the sky, “ugghhh fuckkkk I’m finna cum! fuckkk it’s t’ good!” 

“Enjin! Y-you diccckkk!” you were squealing, feeling that tight ball in your stomach drop, spreading through your system, slamming down one good time and grinding it out slowly. 

“Yes!Yes! F-fuckkk fuckkk fuckkk fuckk!” His hips were searing, squeezing as hard as they could; he was trying to shove all of it in. Your core ached, feeling him pulse and spill his cum deep in every knook and alley it could.

“Hhooohhh my god!” Enjin whined, feeling the overstimulation start to burn deep in his pelvis. The car was hot, the air was wet with the smell of sex deep in the seats.

Still, you weren’t satisfied.

Your legs started, Enjin shot up, “n-no! No noooo I’m out! I’m out! No ma'am, it’s yours! All of it, all of yours- fuck, you, you evil woman!!”

You threw him a smirk, shaking your ass back and forth, dragging his spent cock deeper in your stuffed walls. His thighs shook, tears streaming down his face, “Pl-please i-i’m actually begging- That’s the hardest I’ve came in my life. And I said- did, and acted in some manners that would get me looked down on by the guys if they found out.”

Your eyes widened, fuck the dick. Was he telling you he’s tapping out? 

You actually gawked at him, no way, The Enjin was tapping out after a little riding!?

“What? Look, m’ not letting you get away with telling a-fuck- anyone shit- don’t even try me i’ll bury you with the trash-”

“Enjinnn! Are you actually tapping out?” You were stunned, I mean, yeah, you were probably doing the most during, and you were definitely starting to feel a cramp coming on. 

You were actually glad he stopped you—you hissed, trying to get off of him. The car rattled as you separated from each other, sitting beside him while he bathed in his unholy defeat. 

You were cupping your knees together, staring up at him, biting your bottom lip, eyes wide. Enjin rolled his head over to you, eyes glossy, breath ragged.

“I won’t tell-” “You have no fuckin’ choice!” Enjin’s face twisted, looking down at you like you were dumb. You sucked your teeth, shrugging your shoulders, confused. 

“Okay? I was tryna’ be nice to yo’ weak ass!”

“I- I don’t need you being ‘nice’ to me for shit!”

You teased, “Well, you were sholl’ grippin’ that door handle like you were tryna’ escape… and did I hear you praying for a se-”

“Put your clothes on, hand me my coat, and stop talking to me for five to ten minutes—kay?” 

You laughed at him, watching the red seep through his skin, turning his head to look out the foggy windows, muttering to himself, with his entire bottom half just hanging in the air. 

Enjin still reveled in the fact that he completely lost it for a second, but you took your win where it was and handed him what he asked for, searching the car floor for your undergarments. 

You squeaked the moment you felt something hot touch your ass, almost slipping off the seat, if you hadn’t caught yourself on the console. You whipped around, slapping his thigh, “OW!” 

“Whoops, lighter slipped-” he sighed, tugging on a preroll set aside in his coat pocket while you rubbed where he’d burned you with the metal around his lighter.

You whispered, “Not my fault you tapped out- OW ENJIN STOP IT!”

the lads men discover your secret kink when they stumble upon all the x-rated videos you’ve been hoarding on twitter. busted... but why hide it when your boyfriend’s more than willing to take a seat in your fantasy? — wc. 6.1k

STARRING ♱ xavier ⌇zayne ⌇rafayel ⌇sylus ⌇caleb

WARNINGS ♱ X-RATED VISUALS ARE LINKED. must be logged in to twitter/x to view. fem!reader, ungodly amount of pet names, heavy praise — (sylus) free use, bondage, cum eating/swapping, switch!sy, oral (f. receiving) — (zayne) spanking, meanie!zayne, heavy praise, use of good girl, lowk cervix fking — (rafayel) dubcon-ish (?), somnophilia, degradation (use of slut), mean dom!raf, some yandere themes — (caleb) facesitting/fucking, some use of gravity evol, brief mention of insecurities — (xavier) sub!xavier, begging, edging (m. receiving) — MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

KIT’S NOTE ♱ hehe new year, new medicli layout >:3 i hope you all enjoy my first multi hc of the year! if u see any mistakes, no u didn’t! reblogs and comments are so greatly appreciated, i’d love to hear y’all’s thoughts on this :)<3

ᯓ 秦彻 ⟢ SYLUS ˖᯽ ݁˖ — big bf lets you have your way with him #freeuse

sylus shouldn’t pry—this much he knows. there are boundaries that should never be crossed and this? this is one of them. 

your phone is open to a twitter profile. some blank account with an obscure user and the locked symbol next to your name. it’s a private twitter account following 20 people with 5 followers. but it’s the most recent tweet that catches his attention—a man naked and bound to a chair with a blindfold covering his eyes and a woman using him how she pleases.

he picks up your phone with a dry throat and his cock hardening under his slacks. the retweet reads, ugh wish he’d let me use him like this </3

you walk out of his bathroom to see his back facing you and you perk up immediately. “sy, you’re back!” you say, cheerily, but when he turns around with his jaw clenched and your phone that quietly plays the sound of one of the many videos you were watching on twitter moments prior, your smile drops. 

HeadLock City!

Enjin X Black!Reader

➳❥ Enjin and his obsession with headlocks~

⁀➷MDNI— Hair pulling, vulgar language, name-calling, multi-orgasms, backshots, rough-deep sensual sex, Enjins a Freak, headlocking, breath play, slight spanking, choking for sure... wrd Cnt: 1691wrds

“You ever been put in a headlock?” 

Sometimes it was best not to answer Enjin's dumb questions—sometimes it ends in an argument—and other times…well.

“A-ah-!” It ends with the life being squeezed from you by a big, beefy, tatted arm in the world's filthiest position. His words spiraled in your ear, while your spine curved to his will. Your head was lost in the clouds, all you could think about was what Enjin was saying to you while he drilled your shit into the bed like he was trying to break it.

Your pussy throbbed; words meant nothing in that moment, just the feeling of his bicep flexing around your neck, at every soppy thrust he delivered to your puffy hole. 

“Mm, can you breathe, pretty girl?” you let out a strangled moan, feeling his tip smack your G-spot. “Good~You feel so good when you can’t breathe-” He pulled your head back, cutting off your circulation, groaning when your pussy tightened, “J-just like that~”

You were losing it, your hands were shaking, clutching the sheets, struggling to breathe. Oh, Enjin was evil, watching your eyes go white, mouth open, drooling onto his tattoos. Enjin was shaking. You were sucking his dick so good that he started contemplating doing this to you more often. 

You were ten times sluttier and ten times hornier when you couldn’t breathe—only when your grip on his sheets started to fail, and your body felt more ragdoll than human—did he let you breathe, releasing you to the sheets, slowing down to let you catch your breath. 

He slapped your ass, making you wince, “C’mon, that all you got girl?” He pushed his cock deeper, smooshing his leaky tip against your sweet spots. You whined, trying to push him away. Your hand pushed up against his sweaty abs, moaning when he grabbed it and forced it behind your back. “Uh-uh, take this dick.”

You tried to free your arm, throwing your ass back on him against your will, Enjin purred. He placed his free hand beside your head, angling his cock so he could drive his hips into your ass—your pussy squelched—thoughts gone, hips betraying you.

The air was filled with the melodic sounds of your sloppy pussy creaming around his girthy length. Anyone walking past would definitely hear you getting your pussy defiled by this aggressive ass man. 

He pulled your hair, angling your head back so your filthy moans bounced against the walls and deep into his ears. Your ass was bouncing off his hips in pretty waves; it was mesmerizing. He pulled your ass apart, half-lidded golden jewels focused on the way his tatted dick slid in and out of your creamy hole. He threw his head back, “f-fuck, talk me through it, baby, talk me through that shit, tell me how good it is-”

Your thoughts were wasted, but your mouth was rambling, “sssooo good! So- nngh~ d-deep~” 

“That's right, touch yourself f’me.” Your hand slid between your sweaty legs, pressing your shaky fingers on your puffy clit, melting into the sheets, moaning his name in broken mantras. You could feel his dick sliding against your walls, making you squeal. You felt your orgasm building like a wall, and before you could warn him, you were shattering, “o-oh my fuccckkk!” 

Enjin felt you tighten, your arm stiffened, muscles spasming. Enjin dragged it out, throwing you into the second orgasm that had you whining, “Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck-”

He held you there, dragging his cock against your burning walls, listening to your pussy sob, “Awee did she cum again~ do it again, I wanna feel that again-”

He was thrusting into you like a madman, losing whatever restraint he had and pushing your ribcage into the bed—leeeeaaaannninggg alllll the way down—until your ass was high in the air, and nothing stopped you from the back and forth back and forth motions he set for you at a rabid pace. 

“Tight l-lil lady- awee are you gonna cum again? For the third time in a row~” 

He was acting like a dog, begging you for a response your body refused to give, your eyes were lost, and Enjin had you pinned. Somewhere between your second orgasm, something broke in him that just felt too good. 

He leaned closer, dragging your hips up until his lips were on your ear, telling you the most sinful shit he could to drag you over the edge, “C’monn, pretty mama, do it again, go ova’ the edge f’me one more time so I can send you back over that bitch again- *thrust* and again- *thrust* and a fuckin’-gain-”

You had this man crying, tears of pure pleasure and joy rolling down his cheeks, collecting at the sides of his shaky lips, forced into the sexiest grin. If you could turn around, see Enjin's face, cheeks, and ears flushed red, all fucked out, sweat-drenched. Eyes lost in the lady pleasure, crawling up his spine and coaxing him to let go of an orgasm he’s long been overdue for.

A sinful moan left his lips. Your pussy was too much, and the worst part was that she wouldn’t let go. His tip felt like it was going to explode inside of you if you kept cleanching like that—like he begged for—he was burning through his stamina all for you. 

“More bitch, c’monnn she got more to give- you keep fu-fuckin’ playin’, and y-you won’t leave this bed a-alive.” he bit your ear, making you whine—oh, he just didn’t know you wanted to cum again so bad—your hips were stuttering, trying to keep up with the way he fucked you back savage, trying to create that same rhythm that could put you through it again.

But it just wasn’t hitting the same; something was missing, and you were getting irritated.

Enjin sees it, the way your body struggles for release, the frustration was evident. You were begging him for help, and he knew just how to help you. His lips dragged against the shell of your ear, “You want it in a headlock, don’t you?”

You nodded frantically, turning your head to the side to meet his watery gaze. His eyes looked like sunsets over an ocean; they were so heavenly. You stuck your lip out, batting away pearly tears, “P-please~♡”

His eyes widened, whispering, “Fuck, why do you do this to me?” kissing the side of your temple before slithering his arm around your neck, pulling you back against his chest, squeezing your pudge with his other hand. 

His grip tightened, and on cue, your pussy tightened, drooling on his sheets. Enjin kissed the top of your head, grinding his hips in deep thrusts that left you speechless. 

It felt so good; his body melted into yours, waves of pleasure crashing down on the two of you as the evening fanned over outside of it all. Nothing mattered more than the way you were being held, the way his weight cushioned you against the sheets—his breath synced with yours, caressing your silky walls. Soul-tied. 

Where your hand reached, his other followed, dragging up your hips, and down your arm, dragging your hand back to your side. “Mm-mm-’ he shook his head gently, “Don’t run from it, baby m’so close don’t run~” 

His thrusts grew desperate, dragging you up the bed, your head fell on the sheets, whispering his name, “M’so close, and only you do that to me~”

Enjin babbled to you, running his mouth into your neck, “pleasemebabypleaseme~” the headboard hit the wall in a lazy rhythm, the room smelled like you and him, melting your brain down like butter, getting lost in his words, nodding mindlessly, “Yeah? You’ll please me, baby? Nod your head, keep telling me yes~” 

Even if you wanted to stop, you were too far gone to think right, nodding to make your man happier than he already was. Enjin shuddered—he knew he was close to the end—and he made sure you got every last inch of it before he was done with you. 

His grip around your neck was mind-numbing, cutting the circulation to your brain, making you dizzy, “Filthy, filthy, filthy pussy, filthy woman—so greedy, you b-both so fuckin’ greedy-” 

Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! 

Oops, there goes the last of your sanity, “E-enj-!”

“Ah ah, you shouldn’t be able to speak t’me pretty, looks like I-m’not doin’ a good job at choking you, huh?” 

The knot in your stomach was burning, you could feel the ropes start to snap, the tighter his grip got, the harder it got to breathe, the tighter your pussy got, the looser his mouth and mind got, “Fuucck~! You want it? You want it, don’t you? Nod- atta girl, nod that pretty head and tell big bad Enjin whatchu want~”

His hand slid down between you, rubbing your clit sensually—if you could process a single thought, you’d notice his fingers spelling E-N-J-I-N in sloppy cursive. Making this grown ass man giggle, shameless.

If you had half a mind right then, he knew you’d call that shit sexy and probably beg him to do it again, fuck you were his girl—all his. Your pussy contracted, words were strangled gasps, as his dick dug into your spongy walls. 

Your clit was buzzing, you were shaking in his hands, orgasm slamming into you like a freight train.

You gasped, muscles tightening, dragging the sheets off their edges and crumpling them in front of your weeping face. It was too much; he was too close, your body was giving in to him and gravity, and after three brutal thrusts, Enjin slammed into you, groaning. 

You felt something warm fill your cunt, overflowing down the sides of his shaft. Enjin sighed, letting his weight fall on you, “Tha-*huff*that’s it, baby, relax f’me~𖹭”

The two of you stayed like that for a while before Enjin slid off to the side of you. Pulling you close to him, kissing your forehead. “I’m thinkin’ we do that again when you can feel your legs, yeah?” 

You couldn’t even nod, just hummed along to his words, drifting off to sleep. 

 𖹭

₊˚✩Pegging w/ naoya

Your thighs still quiver from the aftershocks of your orgasm, Naoya's face buried between them, his tongue lapping at the remnants of your release like a man starved. He's a mess—lips swollen, chin slick with your essence, those sharp golden eyes glazed over with a mix of resentment and raw hunger. The cursed speech hums in the air between you, an invisible leash that keeps him kneeling, his hair disheveled from your grip. But you're not done reshaping him. Not by a long shot. His misogynistic bullshit ends tonight, and you'll drive the lesson home deep, literally.

"Strip," you command, your voice steady and infused with that cursed energy, the words coiling around his will like barbed wire. Naoya's hands move before his brain can catch up, yanking at his shirt buttons, the fabric tearing slightly in his haste. He sheds it, revealing the lean, toned lines of his chest, pale skin marked with faint scars from clan skirmishes. His pants follow, shoved down with his underwear, his cock springing free—hard and leaking, betraying how the humiliation twists into arousal for him. He kneels there naked, vulnerable, the three piercings in his left ear glinting mockingly under the room's soft glow.

You rise from the chaise, stepping over him to retrieve the harness from your drawer—a sleek black strap-on, the dildo attached a realistic eight inches of firm silicone, veined and curved just right for maximum impact. You buckle it on efficiently, the base pressing against your clit with every movement, a promise of your own pleasure to come. Naoya watches, jaw clenched, but his gaze lingers on the toy, a flicker of defiance warring with the compulsion that keeps him from bolting.

"On the bed, ass up," you order, pointing to the four-poster behind you. The speech enforces it; he crawls forward, climbing onto the silk sheets, positioning himself on all fours. His back arches instinctively, presenting that tight, untouched ass—muscles clenching in anticipation or fear, you can't tell which thrills you more. You approach slowly, trailing a hand down his spine, feeling him shiver. "Look at you, Naoya Zenin, heir to nothing now. Begging to be fucked like the pathetic slut you are. Spread those cheeks for me."

He growls low in his throat, but his hands obey, reaching back to part his firm globes, exposing the puckered ring of his hole. It's pink and virgin-tight, clenching under your scrutiny. You grab the lube from the nightstand, squirting a generous amount onto your fingers, the cool gel warming quickly as you circle his entrance. He tenses, a sharp inhale escaping him. "You think this makes you strong?" he spits, voice strained, clinging to scraps of his pride. "Forcing a man like me—"

Your finger presses in without warning, breaching the resistance with a slick slide. He gasps, body jolting forward, but you grip his hip with your free hand, holding him steady. "Shut up and take it," you snap, the cursed words silencing any retort as your digit sinks deeper, crooking to massage his inner walls. He's hot inside, velvet-tight, muscles fluttering around the intrusion. You work him open methodically—adding a second finger, scissoring them to stretch him, the wet sounds filling the room obscenely. Naoya's breaths turn ragged, his cock twitching beneath him, dripping pre-cum onto the sheets. He pushes back despite himself, a whine slipping out as you graze that sensitive spot inside.

"Good boy," you purr, twisting your fingers deeper, pumping them in and out with deliberate rhythm. "Feel that? That's your ego breaking. No more talking down to women—you're the one getting railed now." He moans, low and broken, forehead pressing into the mattress as you add a third finger, the stretch burning him open. His hole grips you greedily, loosening with each thrust, the lube easing the way as you prepare him for more. You lean over him, your breasts brushing his back, and bite his shoulder—not hard enough to break skin, but enough to mark. "Tell me you love it. Beg for my cock."

The command wrenches the words from him: "Please... fuck me. I—I love it." His voice cracks, humiliation flooding his cheeks red, but his hips rock back, chasing the fullness. You withdraw your fingers with a pop, coating the strap-on liberally with lube, the silicone gleaming. Positioning the tip at his entrance, you tease him, rubbing it up and down his cleft, bumping his balls. He whimpers, ass lifting higher, desperate now.

You thrust in slowly at first, the head breaching him with a pop that makes him cry out— a mix of pain and pleasure, his body yielding inch by inch. He's so tight, clenching around the invading length, but you don't stop, sinking deeper until your hips meet his ass, fully sheathed. Naoya pants, fingers twisting the sheets, his cock throbbing untouched below. "Fuck—too much," he groans, but there's no real fight left; the cursed speech and the burn of submission have him hooked.

You pull back almost all the way, then snap forward, setting a punishing pace. Each thrust drives the dildo deep, the base grinding against your clit with every slam, sparks of pleasure building in your core. His ass jiggles with the impacts, the slap of skin on silicone echoing as you fuck him relentlessly. "Take it, you misogynistic prick," you degrade, hand coming down on one cheek with a sharp smack, leaving a red imprint. "This is what you get for thinking women are beneath you. Now you're my hole to use." He keens, body rocking forward with each plunge, the curve of the toy hitting his prostate dead-on, forcing jolts of ecstasy through him.

Naoya's moans grow louder, unrestrained, his arrogance shattered as he babbles incoherently. "Yes—harder, please... I'm yours." You reach around, wrapping your hand around his leaking cock, stroking in time with your thrusts—firm, twisting pulls that make him buck. He's close already, balls drawing tight, but you slow just enough to edge him, denying the release. "Not yet, slut. You cum when I say." The power surges through you, your own climax coiling as the friction on your clit intensifies.

You flip him onto his back mid-thrust, the movement smooth despite his size, legs hooked over your shoulders for deeper access. His face is flushed, eyes half-lidded, lips parted as you re-enter him with a brutal shove. From this angle, you can watch every expression— the way his brows furrow in overwhelmed bliss, his cock slapping against his abs with each pound. You choke him lightly, hand around his throat, thumb pressing just enough to make his pulse race. "Look at me while I fuck you into oblivion. Say it—women are superior. Worship me."

"Women... superior," he gasps, voice hoarse, the words tumbling out under duress and desire. "Worship you—fuck, please let me cum." You grind deep, circling your hips to massage his prostate, your free hand pinching his nipples until he arches. The strap-on stretches him wide, visible with every withdraw, his hole gaping slightly before you fill it again. Sweat slicks both of you, the room thick with the scent of sex and lube.

Your orgasm hits first, crashing over you as you slam home one last time, clit pulsing against the harness, walls clenching around nothing but the intensity milking waves of pleasure from you. You cry out, nails digging into his thighs, riding it out with shallow thrusts. Naoya follows seconds later, your command freeing him: "Cum now, bitch." Ropes of thick cum erupt from his cock, splattering his chest and stomach, his ass spasming around the dildo as he milks every drop.

You collapse over him, still buried deep, petting his sweat-damp hair as he trembles in aftershocks. "That's my good boy," you whisper, kissing his forehead mockingly tender. "Pegged into submission—just like you deserved." He doesn't argue, just pulls you closer, the fight gone, replaced by a hazy acceptance. Your dominance has claimed him fully, body and mind, and in this moment, he's yours to command.

"C'mere, doll," Toji rumbles, voice low and gravelly, thick with fatigue but laced with command. He doesn't move much, just pats his thigh lazily, his massive cock half-hard and heavy against his leg, veins prominent under the scarred skin. You shift closer on the rumpled sheets, heart pounding as you straddle his lap, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his hips. His hands, calloused and strong, settle on your waist, guiding you without urgency—tonight's not about frenzy; it's about sinking into you, staying buried deep while the world fades away.

You hover above him, feeling the blunt head of his cock nudge your entrance, already leaking pre-cum that mixes with your arousal. "Toji... you're so tired," you murmur, a soft protest even as your body betrays you, hips dipping just enough to let the tip breach you. He groans, head tipping back against the wood, eyes fluttering shut for a beat as your tight heat envelops the first inch.

"Fuck yeah, I am. That's why I need this—need your pussy squeezin' me just right," he mutters, thumbs stroking the curve of your hips in slow circles. His grip tightens, pulling you down inch by inch, his thick length stretching you open with that delicious burn you crave. No thrusting yet, just the slow, deliberate slide until he's fully sheathed, your walls fluttering around his girth, molding to every ridge and pulse. You're so full it borders on overwhelming, his cock throbbing hot inside you, pressing against that spot that makes your breath hitch.

You settle fully onto him, ass resting on his thighs, your clit grinding lightly against his pubic bone as you adjust. Toji's chest rises and falls heavily, a deep sigh escaping him like you've eased some invisible tension. His hands roam up your sides, rough palms skimming your ribs before cupping your breasts, thumbs brushing your nipples until they pebble under his touch. "Goddamn, you feel perfect like this," he says, voice husky, cracking just a fraction from the strain of holding still. "Warm and wet, huggin' my dick like you were made for it. Don't move yet—let me just... sit here."

The intimacy of it hits you hard—his exhaustion making him vulnerable in a way that's rare for the unbreakable Toji Fushiguro. You lean forward, pressing your forehead to his, inhaling the musky scent of his sweat and skin. Your pussy clenches involuntarily around him, drawing a sharp hiss from his lips. "Shit, baby, do that again," he demands, but his hands stay firm on your hips, locking you in place. No permission to rock or grind; it's pure cockwarming, his cock a heavy anchor inside you, twitching with every subtle shift of your inner muscles.

Minutes stretch into a languid haze, the only sounds your shared breaths and the faint, wet sounds of your joined bodies. Toji's eyes open halfway, watching you through heavy lids, a smirk tugging at his scarred lip. "Look at you, all flushed and needy. Bet you wanna ride me, huh? Bounce on this fat cock till you cream all over it." His words are a tease, delivered in that deep baritone that vibrates through his chest and into you, making your core tighten further. You whimper, fingers digging into his shoulders, nails leaving half-moons on his inked skin.

"Toji, please... it aches," you plead, voice breathy, your clit throbbing against him untouched. The fullness is maddening—his cock so deep, stretching you to the limit without the friction to push you over the edge. He chuckles lowly, the sound rumbling straight to your pussy, and one hand slides down to where you're connected, his thumb parting your folds to expose your swollen clit. He doesn't rub, just circles it feather-light, enough to make you squirm but not enough to satisfy.

"Aches? Good. Means you're feelin' every inch of me. This pussy's mine tonight—no fuckin', just warmin' my cock while I unwind." He punctuates it by flexing his hips the tiniest bit, a shallow nudge that grinds the head against your cervix, sending sparks up your spine. You cry out softly, walls clamping down hard, milking him in rhythmic pulses that have him cursing under his breath. "Fuck, yeah—keep doin' that. Squeeze me tighter, doll. Milk my dick without movin'."

Sweat beads on his forehead, his tiredness warring with the building arousal, but he holds steady, arms wrapping around your back to pull you flush against him. Your breasts press to his chest, nipples dragging against the coarse hair there with every heaving breath. His mouth finds your neck, lips hot and lazy as he sucks a mark into the skin, teeth grazing just enough to sting. "You're so goddamn soft," he murmurs against your pulse, voice muffled. "All this clan bullshit wears me out, but you? You make it worth it. Sittin' on my cock like a good girl, lettin' me forget everything else."

The praise sends a fresh wave of slickness coating him, easing the way even though you're not moving. You rock subtly despite his hold, chasing that spark, but he pins you down harder, a warning growl in his throat. "Nuh-uh. Stay put. You move, and I'll pull out—leave you empty and beggin'." The threat makes you whine, burying your face in his neck, inhaling his scent as you fight the urge. Instead, you clench around him deliberately, over and over, feeling him swell thicker inside you, the veins pulsing against your sensitive walls.

Toji's breath stutters, his control fraying at the edges. "Shit, you're killin' me," he admits, one hand tangling in your hair to tilt your head back, capturing your lips in a messy kiss. His tongue invades your mouth, tasting of smoke and salt, mirroring the way his cock claims your pussy—deep, unyielding, possessive. He breaks it with a nip to your lower lip, eyes dark and stormy. "Feels like your cunt's tryna suck the cum right outta me. Greedy little thing."

Time loses meaning in the slow burn, your body adapting to the stretch, every nerve ending attuned to him. His tiredness seeps into the pace—lazy circles of his thumb on your clit now, building heat without release, his free hand kneading your ass, spreading you wider to feel himself deeper. "Tell me how it feels," he demands, voice rougher now, arousal bleeding through the fatigue. "Tell me how full you are with my cock stuffed in you."

"So full... throbbing so deep," you gasp, words tumbling out in a rush. "It's hot, Toji—your dick's pulsing inside me, making me drip everywhere. I need to cum, please..." Your hips twitch again, but he soothes you with a kiss to your temple, surprisingly tender for the brute he is.

"Not yet. Just a little longer. Let me enjoy this—your pussy huggin' me tight, all warm and soaked. Best damn stress relief in the clan." He shifts then, just enough to angle his hips, the head of his cock dragging against your g-spot without pulling out. The sensation rips a moan from you, your walls fluttering wildly, and he groans in response, burying his face in your shoulder. "Fuck, that's it—clench for me. Gonna fill you up soon, but not till I'm good and ready."

The edging drags on, his exhaustion making him savor it more, drawing out the torture until you're both trembling. Your clit grinds against him with every involuntary shift, the pressure building to a fever pitch. Toji's hands roam restlessly—squeezing your thighs, pinching your nipples, tracing the seam where he's buried in you. "You're leakin' all over me," he observes with a smirk, fingers coming away glossy. "Pussy's so wet it's runnin' down my balls. Dirty girl, warmin' my cock like a pro."

Finally, after what feels like hours of exquisite torment, he relents. "Alright, baby—move. Ride me slow. Make us both cum like this." His permission unleashes you; you start with tentative rocks, lifting just enough to feel him slide halfway out before sinking back down, the drag sinful and slow. Toji's head falls back, a guttural moan escaping as you set a languid pace, your pussy gripping him on every descent. His hands guide you, but he lets you lead, too tired for dominance but hungry for the release.

"Yes, fuck—just like that," he pants, eyes locked on where your bodies join, watching his cock disappear into your slick folds. The sight spurs you on, hips circling to grind your clit against him, the coil in your belly tightening unbearably. He meets your movements with shallow thrusts now, unable to stay completely still, the tiredness forgotten in the heat. "Gonna cum—fill this tight pussy up. Take it all, doll."

Your orgasm crashes first, walls spasming around him in violent pulses, milking his cock as you cry out his name. Toji follows seconds later, a roar tearing from his throat as he floods you with hot spurts, his grip bruising your hips. He doesn't pull out, staying buried deep through the aftershocks, cock softening slightly but still plugging you full of his cum.

18+ MDNI

Naoya's fingers dig into your hips, bruising the soft skin as he slams you back against the low wooden table in the dim Zenin estate room. The teal folds of his kimono hang open, revealing the crisp white shirt beneath, buttons straining against his slim, toned chest. His hair falls messily over his forehead, and his eyes burn with sadistic glee, the three silver piercings in his left ear glinting under the faint lantern light. He's towering over you, all arrogance and control, his cock already hard and throbbing against your thigh through the thin fabric of his pants.

"Look at you, you pathetic little slut," he sneers, voice dripping with disdain as he yanks your thighs apart, exposing your dripping pussy to the cool air. His fingers trail roughly over your folds, smearing your arousal without mercy, before he shoves two inside you, curling them harshly to make you gasp. "Already soaking for me? What a desperate whore. Can't even pretend you don't crave this dick like the worthless hole you are."

You whimper, hips bucking involuntarily into his hand, the stretch of his fingers burning deliciously as he pumps them in and out, thumb grinding against your clit with brutal precision. The wet squelch of your pussy echoes in the room, humiliating and intoxicating all at once. Naoya laughs, low and mocking, leaning down to spit directly onto your exposed core, watching it mix with your juices. "Filthy bitch. You think you deserve my cock? Beg for it, slut. Tell me how much you need to be used like the cumdump you were born to be."

"P-please, Naoya," you choke out, voice trembling as heat floods your cheeks, your body betraying you with another gush of wetness around his invading fingers. "I need it... need your cock. Use me, please—I'm your slut."

He withdraws his fingers abruptly, leaving you clenching around nothing, and slaps your pussy hard enough to make you yelp, the sting sending sparks of pleasure-pain up your spine. "Louder, you idiot. Convince me why I shouldn't just walk away and leave you dripping and empty like the pathetic reject you are." His free hand grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back to force your eyes to meet his—cold, predatory, utterly in control.

"Fuck me!" you cry, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes from the mix of degradation and aching need. "I'm nothing without your cock—please, Naoya, fill me up, make me your whore!"

Satisfied with your broken pleas, he smirks, releasing your hair only to unfasten his pants with deliberate slowness. His cock springs free, thick and veined, the tip already beading with pre-cum, curving slightly upward in a way that promises to hit every sensitive spot inside you. He doesn't bother with gentleness—grabbing your legs, he hooks them over his shoulders, folding you nearly in half as he lines himself up and thrusts in with one savage stroke, bottoming out until his balls slap against your ass.

You scream, the sudden fullness overwhelming, your walls fluttering around his girth as he stretches you to your limits. "That's it, take it like the greedy slut you are," he growls, not giving you a moment to adjust before he starts pounding into you, hips snapping with ruthless force. The table creaks under the assault, your breasts bouncing with every brutal plunge, nipples hardening from the friction against your shirt. His piercings catch the light as he leans in, breath hot against your ear. "Feel that? That's what a real man does to a worthless cunt like yours. You're just a set of holes for me to fuck, aren't you? Say it."

"Y-yes!" you sob, nails scraping at his arms, the coil in your belly tightening with each degrading word and punishing thrust. His cock drags against your inner walls, the head battering your cervix, sending jolts of ecstasy through your core. "I'm just holes... your fucktoy, Naoya—oh god, harder!"

He obliges with a vicious snarl, one hand wrapping around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your vision blur at the edges, heightening every sensation. The pressure makes your pussy clench tighter around him, milking his length as he rails you mercilessly. "Pathetic. Coming undone already? You can't even last without begging like a bitch in heat." He releases your throat to slap your face lightly, the sting blooming across your cheek, then pinches your nipple through your clothes, twisting until you arch off the table.

Sweat slicks your bodies, the room filling with the obscene sounds of skin slapping skin, your mingled moans, and the slick glide of his cock plunging in and out of your soaked pussy. Naoya's arrogance fuels his stamina—he doesn't slow, doesn't falter, just fucks you like he owns you, because in his mind, he does. "Look at this messy cunt," he taunts, pulling out halfway to watch his shaft coated in your cream before slamming back in. "Clenching so tight, trying to keep me inside like the desperate slut you are. You love being degraded, don't you? Love knowing you're nothing but my personal cumrag."

The words hit like fire, pushing you closer to the edge, your clit throbbing untouched as his pubic bone grinds against it with every thrust. You nod frantically, tears streaming down your face from the intensity. "I love it... love being your slut, Naoya—please, don't stop!"

He laughs again, cruel and triumphant, flipping you over without warning. Your cheek presses into the rough wood of the table as he yanks your hips up, ass in the air, and spreads your cheeks wide. Spit lands on your puckered hole, his thumb circling it teasingly before he shoves his cock back into your pussy from behind, deeper than before. The new angle has him hitting that spot inside you relentlessly, your legs shaking as you push back against him, chasing the friction.

"That's right, present yourself like the whore you are," he hisses, landing a sharp smack on your ass that leaves a red handprint blooming across your skin. The pain mixes with pleasure, making you cry out, pussy spasming around him. He spanks you again, harder, then grips your hips with bruising force, fucking you like an animal—fast, hard, unrelenting. "Take every inch, you useless bitch. This is all you're good for—spreading your legs and getting fucked stupid."

Your orgasm builds like a storm, every degrading thrust and slap pushing you higher. His balls slap against your clit with each drive, the rhythm hypnotic, your body surrendering completely. "Naoya—I'm gonna cum! Please, let me—"

"No," he snaps, slowing his pace just enough to edge you, his cock throbbing inside you as he grinds deep. "Sluts like you don't get to cum until I say. Beg properly, or I'll pull out and make you watch me stroke myself while you suffer."

"Please!" you wail, grinding back desperately, the denial making you throb painfully. "Let your pathetic whore cum—I'll do anything, just fuck me through it!"

With a grunt of approval, he picks up speed again, one hand snaking around to rub your clit in rough circles while the other fists your hair, arching your back. "Cum then, you disgusting little cumslut. Soak my cock like the mess you are."

The command shatters you. Your pussy clamps down on him like a vice, waves of pleasure crashing through you as you scream his name, squirting around his pistoning length. He doesn't stop, fucking you through the convulsions, prolonging the ecstasy until you're a trembling, oversensitive wreck. Only then does he pull out, flipping you onto your back once more and straddling your chest.

"Open wide," he orders, stroking his slick cock furiously, the tip aimed at your face. You obey, tongue out, and he groans as ropes of hot cum paint your lips, tongue, and cheeks, marking you thoroughly. "Swallow it, slut. Every drop—show me what a good, obedient whore you can be."

You do, licking your lips clean, the salty taste lingering as he watches with smug satisfaction, his chest heaving. But even as he catches his breath, his eyes gleam with that sadistic hunger—he's not done, and neither are you. "Clean me up," he demands, guiding his softening cock to your mouth. You suck him eagerly, tasting yourself on him, knowing this degradation is just the start of him breaking you all over again.