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The conversation between you two dried up, those 'check in' texts he used to send you never arrived. Your shared bed was cold by the time you opened your eyes, and there was an absence of the scent of Sukuna's freshly brewed morning coffee. One by one, more of your routine that used to happen side by side with each other, vanished.

This went on for months.

However, everything came to a halt the night of a dinner party that you had to attend with Sukuna as his spouse.

You were dressed appropriately enough for the occasion, a simple slip dress that accentuated everything it needed to. Your neck and ears were adorned to match, simple pearls and the like. Everything about you was pristine, exactly as Sukuna liked it. He spared no expense, and everything you wore was bought out of his own pocket. He took pride in doing so, that much was shown by his expression when he laid eyes on the finished look, shortly before he'd escorted you to his sleek black Camaro. You knew your place, you were less than a person and more like a thing to Sukuna. But that wasn't what bothered you.

What bothered you was the other butterflies that flitted around him. They did not know their place. And Sukuna hardly bothered to correct them.

You knew he didn't care for them, yet somehow it only made you feel more demeaned, as though you were only slightly higher than them.

Regardless, you focused on the party. It was held in a grand banquet, filled with the burning stench of wealth and arrogance. Tall ceilings, and exquisite furnishings decorated the space as if the place itself belonged to an emperor. People lounged about, discussing business deals or the recent gossip. It was all such a boring charade.

And it only worsened as one of those butterflies had decided land right in front of the two of you. The woman was gorgeous, that you would admit. A blond bob that accentuated her slender neckline, and black v-line dress that dipped down scantily low, with the tail end of the dress dragging on the ground. She let out a girlish giggle and outstretched her claws to lightly graze your husband's suit, as she launched into a tirade about some topic.

You let out a sigh, and tightened your arm around where Sukuna's was escorting you, nails digging into the cloth. It was hard for you to control your facial expressions, but you knew your job.

His eyes darted down at the sensation before focusing back at the woman in front of him with mild interest.

On the same hand still holding him, you raised your pointer finger and tapped him once, and you felt his stare slide back over to you. When you parted your lips, he slightly leaned your way to listen.

"I need to visit the restroom. I won't be long," you mundanely informed.

A silent nod came from him and you slipped your arm away from his and flashed a business smile at the woman before turning on your heel and making your way towards your destination. You thought you felt Sukuna's gaze resting between your shoulder blades even when you were half way across the room.

As soon as you stepped into the restroom you visibly relaxed while your high heels clicked against the tile while you moved towards a stall. Once there, you popped the small clutch purse open and fished out your phone, needing some sort of distraction. Your nails mindlessly clacked across the back of your phone case out of habit, something you typically did while frustrated. The screen flashed and you entered in your password, and began scrolling through Instagram posts. Friends who you hadn't contacted in months whizzed by, each post seeming to stab you harder in the chest. All of them looked happy.

It stung, because of course it did.

You and Sukuna had only ever achieved a fraction of what they had in their relationships. But you knew the difference. It was business, along with a sense of duty. After all, Sukuna had only married you to obtain your Father's dirty company.

You kept scrolling.

Sukuna had gotten what you wanted, and you didn't protest. All of it was normal to you, simply being transferred from one box to a slightly bigger one.

Your jaw clenched and you abruptly shut the phone off before stuffing it back in it's place. You stood, straightened yourself and opened the stall, strode over to the sink and roughly washed your hands. You met your eyes in the mirror, and looked about at your appearance. You sucked in a breath before using your still wet hands to lay down a few stray hairs.

It was fine. You were used to this.

You left the restroom, dodging more couples and avoiding large groups in order to navigate the crowd. You spotted Sukuna, still somewhat entertaining that insect. He'd spotted you as well, eyes trained yours once again.

You continued to make your way back to him, slightly avoid eye contact, until you stopped right in your tracks.

The damned wench had used that time to get up on her tiptoes and plant a kiss onto the side of his cheek.

You saw a scowl adorn his face, but he only slightly pushed her back.

Your heart rammed in your chest. You were furious.

Yes, you were furious.

And yet...

You didn't do anything.

You took a breath, swallowed down your anger and continued to make your way over to Sukuna. By the time you'd gotten there the woman had left, and you resumed your place at his side. However this time, you didn't hold his arm, and only absently looked the other way.

The night was a blur after that. Sukuna engaged in many more conversations with different executives and you did the bare minimum to keep your reputation.

Even after the party had 'ended' and everything came to a close you still robotically went through the motions of climbing into Sukuna's car and heading home.

"Y.."

Something uttered through the quiet.

"....N-"

There it was again.

You blankly stared out the window, uninterested until a warmth settled upon your thigh.

"Hey." The deep voice snapped you out of it, the blur concentrating again as your ears turned into the rumble of the car. His hand was firm on you as your head flicked in his direction.

His gaze was on the road, but you could tell his attention was on you.

"Tell me, why are you distant?" He asked.

Your lips parted, and you almost tumbled out the truth, but stopped yourself. "Just tired." It was somewhat true, anyway.

"No."

"No?" Your eyebrow raised in confusion. He wasn't typically the type to dig.

"That's not it. You're different."

"In what way?"

"Your gaze. The air around you, your attitude. Do not take me for a fool," he scowled.

"Never did," you quickly corrected. "It's really nothing."

"Nonsense. You expect me to believe that?" His grip tightened. His eyes flicked over to you. "Tell me."

"Fine," you answered, but you stilled. You didn't really want to explain the complexities of what you were feeling to him. It wasn't something you were used to, and saying it to Sukuna of all people didn't help. You knew there was a lot, a lot that had been slowly piling up as you'd gone through the motions of this arranged marriage. But what had happened tonight had taken the cake.

"Well?" He pressed in impatience.

"That girl."

He pulled into the driveway of your home.

"What girl?"

You rolled your eyes as he parked and shut off the car, the air conditioning abruptly stopping with it.

"Which one do you think?" You snapped, as you opened the car door slipping out of his grip and heading inside. He stalked after you.

"They're all insignificant. I suppose one was more annoying than the rest."

"Yeah, and which one would that be, Sukuna?" You typed in the passcode and entered into the house as he was right on your tail.

"The one that-"

"-kissed you?" You finished for him. As you kicked off your heels.

He chuckled and it only served to tick you off more. "Darling."

You ignored him, opting instead to go up the stairs, in somewhat of an attempt to flee. This wasn't something you wanted to talk about. You'd rather forget that the entire night had happened.

Instead, before you could enter your shared bedroom, the clacking of Sukunas dress shoes continued behind you. Your hand gripped the door handle, but he stopped it, resting on top of yours. He leaned down, whispering in your ear as your back pressed against his front.

"Y/N."

You shivered as his breath tickled your skin and you felt the tips of your ears heat up.

"Why does that bother you?"

You paused. Was he seriously asking you that? "Because you're..... You're my husband."

"Yes," he began to dip down lower, "Yours." You felt his jaw open wider and you slightly turned your head to see, only to feel the sharpness of his canines digging into the side of your neck. You gasped, slightly in pain, but mostly in surprise.

"Sukuna, what are y-"

He flipped you around, pushing you against the door as he unleashed a barrage of kisses onto your face, the cold of his lip piercings mixed with the heat of him felt like whiplash after months of minimum physical contact. You stood there stunned as he began to undress himself, slipping off the top layers of his suit until it was only his pants and shoes left as his torso was exposed to the air. He flung the cloth to the floor as though it had burned him.

He licked into your mouth savouring the taste of you as he entwined his tongue with yours in a driving force. Spit dripped down your chin as the egregious sounds of the two of you filled the room. It felt messy, which matched how you felt inside as your emotions swirled in your chest. He kept at it swallowing your protests and opening the door and pushing you inside, limbs tangling with his desperation at its peak. He then steered you towards the bed and settled you upon it, making your crane your neck upwards as his right hand slid into a bruising grip at your throat.

He paused, "Say it," he said as he leaned down and kissed the left side of your mouth.

"What?" You muttered, dazed from the onslaught of affection.

"Say I'm yours," he mutters as his breath whispers over your cheek.

"I'm yours."

He chuckled, clearly amused as he closed his eyes,"No.. no, the other way around."

"Ah," you smiled a bit. "You're mine."

"That's right." He smirked, pressing more kisses across your face. "Now, climb on the bed." He gestured his head to it while maintaining his eye contact with you.

You did as you were told, turning your back to him, and crawling up the bed towards the pillows. The mattress dipped further behind you signaling that Sukuna had followed suit. Before you could face him once more, one hand slid up to hold the front of you as the other undid the zipper of your dress. All while his mouth kept busy, pressing firm kisses onto your nape before he moved to nestle his nose under your earlobe, teasing the side of your neck with his lips and tongue.

"You're mine, and I'm yours," he whispers to you and you alone.

Soooo this idea/au has more or else consumed me..

CW!: Suggestive and explicit topics! MDNI!

Dairy Cowkuna -Background

Part of a Special Hybrid Livestock Farm

Age: ~~35. Height: 7'3

Top half, human + 2 arms. Bottom half, ungiligrade (hooves).

Kuna is somewhat of a unique case, as are many others at the farm. In other words "rejects". In addition, he's a difficult one, having gone through many handlers on account of his temper.

Despite being a reject, investors are incredibly keen on Kuna. For one, he's a hermaphrodite. And second, he produces top tier dairy products.

Researches are quite interested in his ability to potentially produce offspring as well, with the potential of his extra limbs being hereditary.

Male length; 13.5, slight curve right. Appearance somewhat similar to a bull's.

Produces milk from both sets of breasts.

Cowboy price would get up in the mornings, somewhat sluggishly, and pour himself a cup of coffee before going out to work. Probably would take care of/breed horses, and do little projects on the side.

Most DEFINITELY would build his dog a lil wood doghouse outside, stained n everything.

Makes some mean steaks too.

His S/O(significant other) would rouse and come and join him in his work, but he would insist on doing most things, stubborn about it being done in 'his way'.

SOO cuddly, comes in all tired and sweaty and will simply drape himself over his S/O.