The 8th (Hoe)kage

You tell yourself that this is the best possible outcome.

The king of curses frightens you in every way possible. It's a deep, primal fear, almost as natural as being afraid of the dark. One that only he's managed to bring out in you. A fear brought out not by experience, but an inborn need to survive. Often you feel like a rabbit trying to flee from a fox. He likes to remind you of the fragility of humans, and how he could end your life without thinking twice about it.

In the beginning, you were simply a sacrifice. A wide-eyed, frightened gift, meant for the king of curses. In return, he wouldn't raze your village.

After taking you, he did anyway.

There's no reasoning with the king of curses. Bargaining with him is just delaying the inevitable. Those who meet him will die, one way or another. You were cursed the moment he laid eyes on you.

It was like a game of cat and mouse. But you were the only one who ever dared press back. He had taken your home, your family, everything from you. You were hellbent on making him pay for it.

Servants and concubines came and went. You stuck around far longer than the rest. He doesn't trust anyone—he's made that clear—but you're one of the few people he never expects to betray him.

He's not sure when he got attached. It certainly wasn't because of the child. He had impregnated plenty of his concubines. Sukuna had an army of his bastard children running around. Before yours, none had ever inherited his abilities.

The one special thing about you was your ability to bear a true heir. A child that in some day might rival it's father in power. But never overthrow him, of course. Sukuna always plans to be around. He has no need for a child. But seeing something—of his blood—carving a path of death and destruction is enough to make him proud.

In the early months of your pregnancy, you were moved into Sukuna's room.

He didn't take any more concubines. The ones that remained slowly dwindled in numbers, either being killed, or leaving of their own will. You were his favorite.

Your special treatment only extended so far. Even he had his limits when it came to you. You don't dare speak outwardly against him. Only to his face. Witnesses won't help you. Running away won't help. He'll always find you.

Though he has softened with time, he won't hesitate to tell you if you've stepped out of line.

He let you—and in turn your child—live.

It's not love in an innocent sense. You being moved so close was only so you could serve him when needed. AKA fuck him whenever he pleases. Which was often. The sex was good, even if it did leave you sore in ways you didn't know possible.

Months later, you would have a girl. A child so small and fragile she wasn't expected to live long. She didn't take much after her father, aside from the markings that appeared on her shortly after birth.

Sukuna didn't help out much when she was first born. Really, he didn't expect her—or you—to survive.

Having her nearly killed you. The first few months of her life, you were too exhausted and hurt to help out much. The baby cried a lot. He said it disrupted his sleep. He complained about not being able to fuck you for those two months. Though he would never admit it, he was glad you survived.

But he never went to any other concubine. If he was too desperate—he'd never use that word himself, but let's face it, that's what it was—he'd use your mouth.

You're just doing what you have to to protect your family.

Feels like you've been doing that a lot lately.

He's reminded of the fragility with humans when he's around you. Your time is fleeting.

Maybe someday he'd find a way to make you immortal too. You are far too precious to lose to time.

It drives you mad whenever he's gone so long with her. Deep down he'd never let anything hurt her. Even himself, though he has yet to admit that.

"Momma!" She toddles over, giggling. You scoop her into your arms, holding her tight.

Sukuna isn't far behind her, although he says nothing. His expression is hard to read, but there's the slightest ghost of a smile on his face.

"Did you have fun?" You ask. She nods, burying her face in your chest.

She's so little...

You don't think she'll stay small for long. She's already gotten so big. At five she's already able to look you in the eyes. It may only be a few more years before she's your height, or even taller. The older she gets, the more she starts to resemble her father. It's a constant, terrifying reminder that she's not only yours, but his too. Luckily she hasn't taken after his violent nature, though the resemblance in personality is there.

"Where did you two go?" You ask.

"Just down to the lake." He says. "I thought I'd teach her how to swim."

She babbles happily about her day, sitting in your lap as you take out her braids, combing through her hair with your fingers. She must have gone swimming, it's a mess of tangles. They're easy enough to work out, but you worry about hurting her. Her hair is just as unruly as her father’s. No amount of combing can seem to tame it, and how it sticks out from her head like devil’s horns. Rather fitting for the princess of curses.

Princess; you hate the nickname. Sukuna only used it to irritate you. You are no royalty. But when he refers to his child as such, there's no bite behind it. He looks at her with adoration you didn't know he was capable of. Neither did he.

Does that make you a queen then?

He's lost track of how many seasons he's kept you. At least eight times the chill of winter has turned the trees shriveled and brown, the leaves falling and leaving them barren. At least eight times the trees outside of his house have bloomed with fresh flowers of spring, and you have gone out to collect the fruit before it rots. You have gone from a wide-eyed, frightened sacrifice, to a cherished pet. If he loves anything that isn't death and destruction, it's the two of you.

When he presses a kiss to your lips, you taste like a curse.

“Can I stay here tonight?” She asks.

Your answer is always yes. She won't be little for long. Moments like this are fleeting, and Sukuna knows that. It terrifies him. At first he hated sharing a bed with the baby. He claimed it—he always used it for the first few months of her life—disrupted him from taking you whenever he pleased. His complaints fell on deaf ears. He fell in love the moment she curled up on his chest.

He nods. Sukuna opens his arms and instinctively she climbs into him.

"Of course, my love," you smooth a hand over her hair. As long as her father says yes.

Instead of taking just her, his four arms snake around you too. His body runs a bit warm. It's awful on summer nights when it's too hot to even sleep with a blanket. In the winter he's your own personal heater.

Though he doesn't feel love in the traditional sense, his feelings for you stem out of possession, and a need to protect what's his. You're his.

"Read to me!" She says.

You would think there would be more books in this place. Sukuna isn't the reading type. And the books he has are not meant for children. As she's grown older, he's gone about making the place a bit more child friendly. The cursed spirits are only allowed to roam where she isn't. Weapons have been moved out of reach. He is not allowed to hold her while covered in blood, as he's tried to do. Many times, in fact. This is what she has grown up with. She has never feared it.

"No, not that one," you say, gently prying the book from his hands, "that'll scare her."

Leave it to him to read his child ghost stories.

"No it won't!" She says. Not a lot seems to scare her. You guess it makes sense seeing as her father is the monster under the bed.

"My hands are tied," he says, feigning hurt, "if your mother says no then she means it."

"Hey!" You playfully punch his shoulder. "Don't make me the bad guy here!"

He settles on one; it's still a ghost story but it's far less gruesome than the others. A story of a girl that befriends a malevolent spirit at the end of the world. She settles between the two of you, her head resting on Sukuna's chest. You tug the blankets up around her, tucking them under her chin.

He’s a bit more engaging of a reader than you, taking on different voices for different characters, even poking her in the stomach when a character is eaten by a monster. He settled down once she begins to doze off. It's hard to not fall asleep yourself. Their warmth, combined with Sukuna’s low voice threatens to lull you to sleep.

He notices how your eyes struggle to stay open. You fight sleep for as long as possible, but it’s something you’ll have to give in to eventually.

yet here he is, listening to some fool begging for power from the king of all. while all he wants is to finally bend you over and fuck you silly. a third hand warms your thigh, while the claws of the fourth one tease your exposed skin. they run along your arm, tug on the thin straps of your dress to make your tits bounce whenever the curse pleases. all while the old fart is going on about his daughter being taken away by another village—the thing is probably as ugly as her father down to sukuna's knees.

black claws dig into your soft hips to pull you close the moment sukuna straightens his posture. broad chest now warming your back as he mouths on the bare skin of your shoulder.

you can feel his cocks pressing against your back as much as the irritation laced in sukuna’s words. “this maggot dared to crawl its way up here, to beg me for help…” the curse muses, voice hushed yet ever so vibrant as he speaks against your neck. “while all i want is to fuck my little slut.” his brows crease in anger, eyes remaining to watch you as his hand parts your legs over his thick thigh. “your cunt yearns for me. i could smell you for the past hour.” sukuna accentuates his statement by running his fingers over your barely clothed slit, staining the fabric of your dress with your arousal before he continues to speak. “i bet even a dumb little larva like him can smell your sweet nectar.”

he ends the little show with a spank to your clit. you softly moan upon the impact, lips parting to beg him to continue if it wasn't for the curse himself to go on.

"yet here you are," sukuna finally looks down to the man and witnesses his bulging eyes focused on nothing but you and the hand between your legs. "staring at my property."

in fashion, sukuna’s hands play with your perky nipples, rolling them between his claws until your sweet whimpers have his cocks strain against his clothes. you feel his teeth tear the thin skin of your neck as he covers your eyes with one hand and black engulfs you. there is a quick movement of his shoulder as sukuna flicks his arm before the breaking of something—bones—fills the silence of the room.

“you’re mine.” he simply states, moaning in ecstasy over claiming you and smelling your arousal while his hands guide your hips for your ass to move once more. “now go, little one. go and hide for me to come and find you. amuse me.” sukuna pushes you off his lap before leaving an encouraging slap on your ass to get you moving.

it's hard to stand on wobbly legs after spending hours seated on sukuna's lap. even harder to walk, run, when your arousal is dripping out of your core. nonetheless you tiptoe around the remains of the man and out of the great hall.

your feet carry you through the devil's lair, past all your previous hiding spots to guide you deeper down the temple. your heart races inside your ribcage, the thumping of your blood inside your ears almost as mind numbing as the throbbing of your cunt.

indeed, you’re scared—as you should be. but also excited for your monster to come and reap you. the dumber part of your mind tries to convince you to simply stand here and have sukuna find you immediately; but you know what will happen if you don’t play by his rules.

therefore you run, little bunny. run from the beast as you make your way through his temple and come to a halt in front of the most eerie room—his room. the one he always told you to stay out of. but didn’t he command you to amuse him?

so what does his dumb little bunny do? you step inside and his trap finally snaps shut.

the giant curtains floating in the wind obscure your vision before the heavy doors fall shut once you step inside—causing you to nearly jump out of your skin and stumble backwards; for your feet to trip off the heightened path and come in contact with something liquidy. you do not dare to let your gaze drop as realisation crawls its way up your body.

but now you’re already here. here, in sukuna’s most private room. curiosity causes you to swallow your fears and step deeper into the room, your red footprints leaving a trail of your exploration on the ground and staining the white carpet illuminated by the faint moonlight from above.

the centre of the room is made entirely out of white linen and pillows, surrounded by countless amounts of vases filled with dried rose bouquets. you would almost call it romantic.

and naturally, the silly girl inside you is mesmerised and equally confused. why would he ever forbid you to see this? why would he take you anywhere but here? was it a place for him and his past partner? did he have a real partner prior…?

yet the heavy footsteps from outside rattle you awake, get you to move again and lead you far away from the bed and into the darkest corners on the opposite side of the large room.

you hide behind thick curtains smelling like… jasmine and vanilla. and at this point your heart can barely manage to stay inside your chest. the thrill of the hide making cool drops of sweat run down your spine and your breath turn shallow. yet the ache inside your cunt grows the more you inhale the rich fragrance and your head feels dizzy as you press yourself against the cold stone wall.

in stark contrast to your fears, sukuna is enjoying himself. you really have outdone yourself this time. running off while leaving the smell of your sweet nectar in your wake—it’s the perfect night to make his little bunny spread her legs and pump her full with his semen. and it's the only fitting prize for finding his prey.

and yes, while the king of curses may never admit this to anyone, he is too excited to give you the full three minutes he promised. so he abandons his spear by his throne, shrugs off the heavy kimono from his shoulders to allow himself some room for the hunt.

his heavy footsteps—prior a warning for you—now turn inaudible as he makes his way through his temple. god, it’s impossible to not smell you. your slick must be dripping out of your core, running along your soft thighs and cover them in a sheen of honey.

he licks his lips, grin spreading over them soon after until he stops right in front of the room. the only place he made you promise never to enter.

and you swore it on your little mortal heart to stay outside, to not enter, to not look should a door be left open.

until, until you are ready. he didn’t form these words, but it must truly be a blessed night if you found your way into his little paradise. oh, how long sukuna waited for you to lure you in. to find you sprawled out on his bed, warm womb begging for him to be bred during the richest moon of the year.

how many times did you play this little game of hide and seek at this point? he only remembers the disappointment fastly coursing through his body when he found you anywhere else but in here.

but now, tonight, as he opens the doors to his sanctuary it is you who welcomes him—or not. of course you are hidden. the obedient little thing that you are always tries to please him, listen to him. you’re probably high on the aphrodisiac at this point by how much he can smell your sweet juices.

“little one,” sukuna drawls and basks in the vibrations of your whimper against his skin. it’s maddening to be as receptive as he is when it comes to you. yet the grin etched on his face tells the tale of how much he loves this.

“will you come out for me? or must i make you?”

of course there is only one valid answer. you both know it.

your head falls against the wall, desperate to cool your body off as your fingers fist the rich fabric of the curtains and your thighs rub another, cunt clenching around nothing but the image of sukuna dragging you out of your hiding spot and tearing your skimpy dress off your body before stretching your tight little hole to the fullest.

your soft moan steals a chuckle from the curse, and soon he moves. knowing exactly where his bunny is hiding as he confidently strides over to you.

you feel his presence even if you can’t see him. feel the fear crawl up your spine when you imagine the monster he is, the king of curses, a mass murderer and yours—your lover.

your lover who leans in against the curtain. the fabric messes with your sensitive body before he simply tears them down and exposes you to him.

yet he didn’t expect this.

your blown wide pupils staring at him, tears threatening to pool from your eyes and your little heart thumping against your chest so loudly he can hear it. your smell has his cocks straining against the confinements of his clothes, heads leaking with pre-come accompanied by aching balls that he just can’t stop himself from growling as he leans in.

“found my pet,” sukuna’s deep voice muses against the thin skin of your neck. your knees buckle beneath his dominance and the sheer difference in size of your little hands pawing at his chest.

his claws dig into the fat of your ass, hoisting you over his shoulders with ease to expose all of your glory to his hungry eyes: the way your pussy pulses and shines in arousal as he carries you to bed, thighs twitching when his hand roams over the back of your leg before slapping the subtle flesh of your ass.

you whine, eyes rolling into the back of your head upon the fingernail grazing your swollen lips. sukuna is coating it in your rich arousal before pushing inside your tight core with a deeply satisfied rumble in his chest. and it’s your mouth that seals tonight’s fate as you moan his name. each syllable sounding so beautiful as they fall from your soft lips like he is indeed your god. “su-ku-na.”

your back meets the mattress faster than you could brace yourself for impact, knocking the air right out of your lungs before he is on top of you.

thick thighs spreading your legs for him to relish in your heavenly smell while he immediately tears the white fabric off your gorgeous body. two of his hands cup and squeeze your tits as he holds you open for his tongue to taste your slick. lapping at your folds like a parched man and moaning shamelessly right against you.

the taste of you is divine. the reason he would kill nations if anyone were to take your cunt from him.

and oh, how pretty you whine for him. it’s the most alluring serenade he could ever listen to. the feeling of your tiny hands holding onto his muscular arms or tugging on his hair as he delivers you utmost pleasure leaves him empowered—empowered in a sense none other could ever make him feel.

sukuna eats you out with vigour, like he doesn’t get to fuck you anytime he desires. he resembles a deprived man, starved off the sweetest nectar, and now finally set free. greed and desire fuel the strength of his fingers pumping in and out of your pulsing walls until he can feel you fall apart.

truthfully, sukuna is addicted to your moans.

he already loves to hear people cry and scream his name in horror, but the ring of your saccharine voice praising his name like the greatest blessing to mankind lets every other form of pronunciation wither.

it’s the perfect feeling of your soft hips pressing against his face, chasing your high delivered by sukuna’s sacred fingers until your thighs tremble in his hold and white clouds your vision.

but the lighthearted feeling of your orgasm is short-lived. patience is a virtue but time is of the essence, as sukuna likes to think, the moment he flips you on your stomach. big hands gripping your hips and another pushing between your shoulders to correct your posture until your ass is on full display for his greedy eyes. cunt glistening in the moonlight—similar to his lips smeared in your arousal, cum and sukuna’s own spit as he bites into your left ass cheek. carelessly breaking the layers of your skin and staking his claim, granted a token of his conquests, as you wail over the pain.

the firm hand between your shoulders keeps your chest pressed against the mattress, back arched perfectly for sukuna’s girthy cock to split you open and hold you in place once he enters you.

by now you are almost used to his brutality. yes, even with a fragile little thing like you, sukuna won’t pretend to be soft or caring. no, the stretch of your cunt around his girth is too delicious to spare an ounce of consideration to your body.

so naturally, you can take, you will take him—all of him and all of his semen.

and as he pushes inside your walls you whine for him, hips moving back against him ever so eagerly while your sweet lips beg for him. “all of you, please. please, i need all of you.”

the amused drawl of “ooh,” battles his little grunts before sukuna bottoms out and relishes in your pussy spasming around his girth. tight walls filled with blood to a point where you can’t stop pulsing, can’t stop rutting against his pelvis.

“my little pet is in heat,” the devil behind your shoulder muses, voice low and seemingly dangerous. “does it hurt?”

you nod meekly, a whimpered yes being drowned by the linen but your hips just won’t stop rolling against his own, womb overjoyed by the thick cock pushing against your walls.

and if there is one thing sukuna can’t say no to, it is playing with his prey—be it any weak mortal or you. “need me to fuck you senseless tonight? need my cocks to fill you until you’re leaking with my semen?” his shallow thrusts leave you yearning. “nice and full and warm. is that why you came into this room?”

your needy mind can barely follow his words, unable to understand what he is referring to as the delicious drag of his cock keeps you crying for more.

“answer me.” sukuna demands. superiority oozing from his body as he pins your hips in place and forces you to hold still.

“w-what—” oh, if only you weren’t so adorable while disobeying him.

sukuna’s mouth ruins the skin of your back, sucking deeply on your body while his teeth bite over and over into your weak form before he laps up your blood and brings his stained lips against the shell of your ear.

“i’m breeding your sweet little cunt until the sun rises and you’re going to take every. single. drop. of. my. seed.” with the last words he already thrusts harshly into you. sukuna fooled himself long enough, telling himself he is not addicted to the clenching of your cunt until you beg him to fuck you. yet here he is, barely done with the sentence and already ruining you.

big hands claw into your waist, they force your body to arch impossibly as the man on top ruts into you. deep and harsh thrusts, making the fat of your ass jiggle with every move.

“such a good little bunny, my little pet…” sukuna murmurs.

and you may never know if his praise is condescending, not when your little brain can only focus on his girthy cock delivering the utmost pleasure to your body.

but you feel his eyes burn into the back of your body, the greed and hunger in them sending shivers down your spine as his cock hits your sweetest spots repeatedly. you moan for him, tears wetting the sheets the same way your arousal coats sukuna’s balls and cocks. you really make it too easy to get fucked, ruined and bred with how much you’re leaking for him.

“more, little one. you can do more,” he groans as his head falls back in ecstasy. a strained laughter is punched from his lungs while his nails now dig into your plump ass. sukuna lifts your frail body off the bed with ease until he practically holds you up. cunt exposed and back arched to perfection, promising for his seed to shoot directly into your womb, pledging to stuff you as soon as he feels his orgasm approach.

yet he nearly breaks you, ignoring how weak humans can be when the moon sits right above your bodies and witnesses this fruitful moment with its cold smile.

“now come for me, come all over me and i will reward you with the grandest pleasure.” sukuna promises, eyes falling back down to your quivering form as you pulse around him. the spank to your clit frees you from your struggles and has you coming hard as you moan sukuna’s name like a little prayer. cunt gushing around him and holding him like a vice.

until the warmth of his seed fills you up, the sticky fluid coating your inside and painting your walls white as sukuna moans deeply. his satisfaction drapes over your body, lulling you in sheer bliss, while he continuously holds you up and pumps you full.

sukuna’s thrusts turn languid soon before his hips only roll against yours to spread his seed. “take it all,” he whispers into your ear as he leans above your body, the softness to his words surprising you. “let me plant my seed inside your womb and have it blossom, little one. blossom like the roses, hm?” he nudges your face for you to witness the withered roses coming back to life, blooming under the moonlight and your fertility as his seed drips from your cunt.

“sukuna!” yet he shushes you.

grin on his lips burning against the back of your shoulders as sukuna pulls his heavy cock out of your cunt. only to replace it with his second one, standing tall and promising, before thrusting inside in one move and filling you to the brim once more.

you only now understand the purpose of this room. the reason for its existence and the eerie feeling of the entire scenery as the aphrodisiac wears off.

the king of curses lured you into his trap, wrapped you in a blanket made of fake safety until you found your way inside these four walls. binding you to him for eternity and turning you into his breeding station until your body gives out. and all in the name of love, his unique way of loving something.

even when your classes didn’t overlap, he found a reason to fall in step with you. hand finding yours, linked fingers swinging without a care. on the days you didn’t arrive together, when he couldn’t be bothered with morning classes. he’d find you around lunchtime, sipping lightly at your drink with a toothy grin and holding lunch in the other.

gojo checked off all the boxes of what he could be without confirming the terms and conditions.

sukuna was another novel all together.

sukuna, you learned, appeared to like his solitude. and he did when the mood called for it, but gojo assured you that you’d know when your presence wasn’t wanted and when you just needed to chip away until he let you in.

the last part of easier said than done. sukuna was often brash and didn’t offer a comforting place for the soft skinned.

gojo just cut through your fitful deliberation by cupping your cheek and drawing you into a short kiss,” just show up at his shop with sweets. he loves that.”

sukuna most definitely did not love that. even going as far to snear at the fresh and pipping ( you’d made sure they were fresh out of the oven) delights.

“i hate sugary shit.” and he didn’t even have to ask who’d told you otherwise.

for a short moment your vision blurred, eyes burning at the prospect of being tricked for some nefarious reason. you had told them that you didn’t expect more from the first night, not wanting to pry open what was comfortably closed.

sukuna had only rolled his eyes as gojo pinched your cheeks and called you a silly little thing.

it had occurred to you that they might have played with you a bit. had their fun before tossing you aside but you’d hoped to catch on to the signs before you got hurt. the taste of how cruel gojo could be pungent.

‘oi, are you crying?’

sukuna had returned from the back, where  you assumed he’d thrown away your offering.

you were unconvincing in your denial, swiping your hand quickly across your face. above you, sukuna breathed audibly through his nose before the familiar weight of his arm fell over your shoulders and carted you away.

you didn’t recognize the room he’d led you to, only accepting the firm wall against your back before his lips met yours.

he broke away with a flick of his tongue against your mouth. “don’t listen to that idiot. i don’t need gifts. if you want to show up just bring yourself next time.”

then he spends the next kiss showing what exactly you could in turn get for showing up before letting you go with a smack to the rear.

“you’re welcome to lounge in the lobby but i’ve got clients.”

you decide that you had in fact had more than enough in this trip and promised to visit again with a what was most definitely not squeak. sukuna smirked anyway, unable to resist leaning back in for another snog. his cheek moved against yours, trailing his lips toward your ear as he explained just how he wanted you tonight.

in your dazed exit, you almost missed the pink box of treats sitting inviting in what had to be the break room.

in less than three months, the three of you had settled into something - nice.

you never seem to wake up the same way. sometimes it’s to the suffocating weight of gojo’s lanky figure after he’d conquered his side of the bed and yours. selfish even in his sleep, he had been determined to claim the middle, even if it meant overseeding you, with a thigh pinning your own. these were the times you woke feeling like a furnace, body flush from the weighted body heat as gojo stretched to reach for the other man.

sometimes sukuna saw it befit to save you, still permitting you to the ‘royal’ middle seat, but coaxing your leg over his hip to corral you against his hard chest. he was able to keep gojo at bay this way, shifting only in response to your breath ghosting across his collarbone. any futile attempts made from the other side of you are thwarted by a tired but firm gasp by the nape, flexing only there is threat of encroachment.

the most satisfying is when sukuna is in the middle, an exhausted emperor keeping peace between two bodies. the air is cool, skin pleasant under the swell of his bicep against your waist.

it’s always sukuna’s grumbled ‘fuck’ that gets you out of bed at the sharp trill of your alarm or at least scrambling to shut it off before it earned his ire. he didn’t mind his bedmates entering and exiting as long as it didn’t disturb his sleep. a mistake you’d only made once.

in truth, you didn’t know what a relationship like this would be like. there was no set template or list of mandates to follow. everyday was a new lesson of morality as you learned to accept each others differences in order to attain habitus.

what you did know was that you liked it.

both of them.

❊ ❊ ❊

a new, unsurprising thing you learned about sukuna, was that he was a homebody.

no-not exactly

he enjoyed the city and liked to traverse the streets as he pleased beneath the night glow.

it was the people he disliked.

especially college students.

gojo loved to tease him about. bleed through the truth of the two very prominent exceptions that he’d allowed in his life. and sukuna would accept it, arms crossed over his bare chest as he leaned back against the island counter.

the three of you had taken up a temporary residence at gojo’s penthouse. though neither of you really left clothes or any semblance of actually living there to remain ‘inconspicuous’ despite the maids' knowledge. it was where you spent most of your collective nights.

and mornings as sukuna batted off another one of his boyfriend’s unsuccessful advances towards persuading him to join the block party tonight.

sukuna grumbled around his toast, craning his neck away from gojo’s insistent kisses but never escaping those wandering hands. still his resolve remained firm even when sneaky fingers dipped under the hem of his boxers.

with a huff, gojo pulled away without any promises of ‘morning treats’ before he turned on you.

you were less robust, too fresh in this union to know any better.

sukuna only raised a brow over his mug as you were toted away.

its several hours into the day later that two of you are crossing the street, acknowledging familiar faces that never seemed to end with gojo.

you weren’t a complete loss at the party. but despite having your own collection of friends, gojo raely gave you the opportunity to slink off on your own. no he just came with you, happy to sling an arm around your shoulder and converse with just about anyone.

the only time he parted ways was to disappear with an empty cup and appear with a new one. you dont recall who was keeping count, or if that was even a thing.

the alcohol flowed as smoothly as your laughter as you soaked in the enjoyment. you danced, giggled some more between slips, and then gojo spent a good five minutes opening up your mouth against the wall adjacent to the kitchen.

somewhere in between all that, gojo had fumbled with your phone despite the weight of his own in his back pocket and snapped a picture.

you’d only caught a glimpse of the blurry image before it was quickly sent off to one of your contacts.

by the time you recognized the receiver , the reply bubble had popped up.

‘how drunk are you right now?’

gojo makes a face and types his own clumsy response. the effort has nothing to do with the liquid courage running through his veins, more so the dampness clinging to his skin, causing his finger tips to slide annoyingly across the screen. he made two honest attempts before giving up and tossing the phone back.

‘not enough.’

you had a feeling he wanted to say more. something snarky but gave up halfway through the challenge. before you screen could go dark, the answering bubbles popped up. sukuna took less time to articulate his words.

‘ pack it up, i’m coming to get you two.’

blinking dumbly at the response, you sent an obedient ‘okay’ and reached for gojo who was already prepared to make his rounds back to the kitchen. the lingering question of it if you did something wrong taste like stale beer. when you showed him the phone this time, his brows shot high in a way that implied you had missed a very important implication?

the following grin sealed that idea firmly.

“oh, this is going to be good. i love when he gets like this.” then he rounds on you, tugging the cup from your loose grip and curling your fingers together. he brings the joined limbs to his lips. those blue eyes spark with nothing but mischief and promise that leaves you beyond eager and curious.

from that point on, gojo takes the lead, effectively carting you through the crowds. they part without question, gojo smoothing the path with jesting remarks and loud goodbyes. by the time you made it out the door, his arm had made its way around your shoulder to draw you away from the night chill.

“it’s okay to be nervous. it takes some time to get used to his demanding nature.”

a couple weeks into—whatever this was you had going on, you thought you’d adapted to the better and worse of the pair. gojo was an anonymous determined to keep you guessing but you liked to akin sukuna as the ‘stable’ one to say the least. he was dominant, confident and didn’t tip toe around his desires. when he wanted you, he made it known then let you decide.

but it felt more cryptic this time, at least for you. gojo hadn’t stopped grinning since he’d read the text. it was easy to deduce that whatever had come over sukuna was a good thing but what the trigger was was still lost to you.

there was no expectation of getting a straight answer from gojo either.

so you waited, pressing the lingering nerves against gojo’s tongue as he sought entrance in the wide lawn of the party house. his hands were just beginning to wander past the edges of your outfit when the headlight of sukuna’s car blankets your forms.

“c’mon then, let’s not keep him waiting.”

you nod against his warmth, climbing into the passengers seat without complaints when he popped it open. to your right, sukuna eyes tracked gojo as he made himself comfortable in the backseat.

his hand touched your thigh absently as he rolled down the street, brow pinching in question when your knee jumped at the touch. his grunt is a sound of question, but it’s not directed to you.

the backseat shifts as gojo rolls up to fill the space above the center rest. he’s still grinning, alcohol present and warming his cheeks. he shoots a wink your way before he darts up to press his lips to sukuna’s cheek with an audible smack.

“what’s the fire? shame on you for denying our invitation, then halting our fun.” sukuna accepts the gesture, momentarily averting his eyes from the road to steal a kiss from his lips. gojo’s smile widens in response.

“i don’t feel like taking care of two wasted lushes. we have more beer at the apartment if you want to continue your fun.”

gojo tsks, hand venturing out to card through the other man’s hair. sukuna hufs softly at the touch as his hand leaves you to reach back. you can’t tell what part of gojo, but the awserings groan means it was appreciated. “how contradictory. don’t want us too drunk but offering us more?”

gojo never needed liquid confidence to be daring. he never even clipped his seatbelt, expression his freedom as he moaned beautifully in sukuna’s ear. you just managed to catch the flex of sukuna’s arm. “just admit it. you liked our picture so much that you decided he was done being a stick in the mud and wanted to play.”

sukuna’s head tilts in your direction but his gaze remains locked on gojo through the rearview mirror. “you had your fun. now its time to have mine.”

“eat something first. nothing too heavy, just enough to soak.”

gojo made a sound of affirmation as he poked his head into the fridge.

“finally over your jitters?”

sukuna slides his forearms against the countertop as he leans in beside you, not yet touching you, but clearly wanting to.  part of you expected him to disappear briefly, off to prepare whatever he had in store in the bedroom. but since helping you from the car, he lingered.

right now his radiating heat provided more comfort then anything, melting away those silly nerves bubbling in your belly. the moment your head rocked against his shoulder, his hand comes up to cup your nape.

“extra food for you, little one. alcohol makes you all weird, hmm?” the hum he delivers to your forehead is pleased, content that whatever had you unsure was faded into the past. he presses another kiss against your nodding temple.

you both look up at the sound of a shaken box. gojo observes you both with content. “mac ‘n cheese, alright, baby?”

“yeah.”

sukuna maintains his close proximity while gojo prepares the box of Star wars pasta. somewhere amidst the conversation, he pats your thigh for you to rise and pulls you into his lap when he takes your place. his fingers tap an entire album against your knee from the moment a bowel is placed in front of you until your last bite.

halfway through the bowl you tried to offer him a spoonful. he agreed to the first but made sure the rest went to you.

gojo finished his own while nursing another beer while you stuck with water.

sukuna’s knee jerks under you. “grab a shower. the two of you smell like cheap decision making.”

you were reluctant to leave sukuna’s warmth, even the man himself curling another arm around you when you tuck your head under his chin. it’s gojo who ultimately drags you away, nipping the other man’s lip in reprimand when he grumbles at the sound of your whine. that earns you a sharp tap to the rear before he tugs you away entirely.

your steps are more certain now that the taste of beer has faded. you’re able to match steps rather than be drug towards the bathroom. gojo still holds the reins, however, insisting on tugging your dress above your head before stripping away the rest of your garments.

he makes a disgruntled sound as he stares almost longingly at the rumbled pool of your outfit,” that asshole didn’t even comment on the pretty dress i picked out for you.” cupping your cheeks, he gives them a squeeze followed by a conspiratorial wink. “we’ll make him pay for being so inconsiderate.”

it goes without saying that sukuna had expected the two of you to take ten minutes at the most. plenty of time to rinse off the afterglow of the party. it was pure luck that he didn’t barge in after the eleventh minute.

he’d never been one for patience.

but gojo had always been keen on antagonizing. drawing things out just to see how far it could stretch before it broke.

it was because of this that he had you pressed face first against the glass shower wall. and he could have made it easy, you certainly did. hardly needing much to get wet for them. but gojo had a mission in mind which meant the itinerary must be abided by.

each and every task.

starting with reminding you of the dexterity of his tongue as it’s buried into your hole. gojo hadn’t even given you the opportunity to reach for the soap before he was half kneeling, uncaring as the water drenched his hair and fell into his eyes. he moved with a sense of urgency, lacking the teasing flickers and sloppy kisses that would have once brought you to near completion. his ministrations aren’t any less appreciated though as your body still reacts on command.

“there you go, honey. just like he likes it.”

his hands are planted on your ass, thumbs pulling to spread you open. before your brain could even factor in the way the area burns under his gaze, the moment is interrupted by the bathroom door clicking open.

“i’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt on this one, princess.”

you’ve become rather intuitive to knowing who sukuna is speaking too. he’s not one to be careless with nicknames, always intending them to label correctly. so when it’s gojo’s nape he clutches, snatching back his head by the short of his hair, you can only keen.

sukuna hadn’t even bothered to strip properly, uncaring how the water drenched his shirt and jeans. the added weight from the soak couldn’t be comfortable but it hardly had merit.

“alcohol always seems to linger in your system. makes you forget.” each word is accompanied by a clench and twist of the wrist, unrelenting until the back of gojo’s head meets his shoulder. “such a stupid princess you are.”

and gojo, the idiot that he is, grins.

“on your back satoru. and you lay on top of him. ass up.” sukuna had decided that the two of you were clean enough despite the bottle of soap never being touched. he tossed the both of you towels before directing you towards the bedroom, watching this time as he stripped off his own drenched clothes and dropped them in a heap by the slower.

gojo immediately went to comment, probably on how they would sour, but a sharp look from the other man shut him up. certainly not an easy task.

“you had you’re fun. she’s mine for the rest of the night. he wasn’t just referring to the sexcapade in the shower. the bed shifts as he climbs in behind.“ if he wants to be involved than he can be the surface im going to fuck you into.”

gojo is nothing but smiles as he tugs you against his chest. hands maneuring you to the commanded liking with small pinches along the way. his amusement peaks when when smacks your ass before you feel the hot touch of his cock against your thigh. despite the display in the bathroom, sukuna still slides two fingers through your slick before pressing them into you.

there is nothing left to keep your soft mews from breathing through the surface. gojo hadn’t managed to drag the orgasm from you but he’d pulled it close to the horizon. you soaked in the pleasure, sukuna’s vexation briefly paused as he made sure you were ready.

he gives you another single pat, you can only steel yourself mentally, long given up on pretending you had the fortitude to keep up with him.

fucking sukuna, you learned rather quickly, was different than with gojo.

sukuna couldn’t give a flying fuck about nibbling on your breast. his hands would constantly be on the move; one moment he would be roughly palming your breasts, squeezing too tight until pain bled into pleasure.

one moment they would be running through your hair to stimulate you. another moment they would be between your legs and rolling your clit to make you black out in pleasure.

and black out you did.

the first time he took you, he made you faint because his movements were brash and ravenous, slamming into you and changing his angles ever so often. he picked up his speed when you tightened impossibly around him and slowing down when you came in an euphoric bliss before adopting a pace twofold to his own completion.

sometimes, he did the exact opposite where he would tease you with shallow thrusts in the slippery heat, cocking an eyebrow arrogantly when you thrashed underneath him to make him go faster, and getting rougher and rougher when you wanted him to slow down a little to avoid yourself from burning up.

and his mouth.

tonight would be no different.

your thoughts were rendered to shambles as sukuna pressed his weight against you. the only indication of a warning came from the quick, fleeting press of lips against you ear before the sound of him entering was lost the the loud cry that left you.

gojo had been the bad one.

yet it was you who was placed on the alter as sukuna pounded into you so hard your head spun at the relaization that you may have stumbled back into one of their plays.

you attempt to reach for gojo but only manage to stretch your neck enough to catch the line of gojo’s jaw in a sloppy kiss. it slides down to the junction of his neck and threatens to skirt against his throat before two hands are pressing against your cheek to draw you up to his lips for a kiss. it’s more of an exchange of heated pants, you hanging off the end of sukuna’s rolling hips and gojo feasting on the friction it provides.

gojo doesn’t fault you for giving up on the meesy exchange when sukuna’s hand fists at your hair. the action hadn’t intended to draw your head back, just pliagjng leverage as he plundered your core with heavy strokes. gojo, carefully guided your hands to your own hips, where his fingers curled insistently against yours and forcing you to buck up against sukuna.

sukuna met with the thrust, grounding down on you deeply. every each guided move gojo pushed for you to meet, sukuna made sure that he slammed down hard enough to make you wail, all the while gasping for air. his movements were perfectly concise, designed to make you lose control with the potent effect of the prior orgasm taking over your head. everything slid so fast for him and he was quite sure–no, he was confident that you couldn't think anymore with the overload of pleasure crushing your senses.

the other man cracked a grin, thirsting to run his tongue over your breasts just to take that pert nipple into his mouth. the balant disregard to the pre assigned rules isn’t missed. picking up his pace when your high whines turned into full-blown moans, sukuna inhaled sharply and grunting out as coherently as he could; "never fucking listen to a thing i say, brat..."

he shifted slightly on his knees and that brought on a new change in the angle as he continued thrusting deeper, watching how you had thrashed your head from side to side you repeatedly arched against him, trying to meet his every move. the delectable beads of sweat that ran down between your breast was promptly licked up by the snowy haired prince as he moved to sucked on your pulse, his hands ever so helpful in guiding your hips in the frantic rhythm that continued to pick up its pace.

sukuna groaned at the erotically alluring display, wanting nothing more than to just–fuck, he couldn't think anymore and he was starting to lose control over himself. those elegantly long fingers of gojo curled around the back of your neck, blunt fingernails digging against the muscle and coated in your sheen, as his sinfully heated lips curved into a devilish smile, whispering dirty murmurs in your ear while his gaze held his boyfriend’s.

sukuna hated to love the bastard. he slowed down his speed to a torturously slow beat, rolling his hips in deeply to tease you further into whatever scenario gojo was undoubtedly planting.

the effect was instantaneous.

your dilated pupils flickered with an electric jolt and your breathing became laboured as your spine painfully arched to accommodate his gutturally languid yet deep impaling, panting loudly, "u-use me, ‘kuna–"

and then it was promptly silenced with one of gojo’s brain-numbing kisses again as the he captured your lips. the way he took control from the bottom was annoying exhilarating.

sukuna couldn't stop the widening of the smirk of his lips as he pulled out almost fully, making you sputter in the middle of your kiss whilst gojo’s hands left your hips in favour of bringing attention back to your stiff nipples. sukuna took a deep breather before slowly plunging in, taking over the job that gojo’s hands had left behind. his hands steadily pushed your hips closer, making him sink in deeper than he had before, and your mouth left the gojo’s with a loud whimper.

one could see it as cruel, using you like this. there was no doubt that more often than not you slide perfecting in between their devious mindset, filling in the gaps they unintentionally created from the friction of rubbing their collective kinks together.

should have been had you not lapped it up so eagerly.

"k-kuna–! I... haa...!" you shuddered violently against gojo’s chest, shaking your head. "i can't–!"

sukuna couldn’t recall when you’d come to refer to him as such so effortlessly. the pet name only seemed to slip out in moments like this when your mind couldn’t conjure fabricated repercussions. there was no doubt that you were beginning to ease into this relationship, much smoother than the roadrash he’d endured.

"of course you can, kitten," he argued gently, feeling excitement sneak up on him as you turned to look over your shoulder. despite his intentions with the arrangement, gojo had done a better job of soaking up your attention. sukuna hadn’t realized how much he craved the weight of your gaze until now. "try to hold it in, hmm? just come when i tell you to. all right?"

it was pointless to expect anything past a garble from you.

so like the asshole he was, he tormented you with painfully measured assaults, sinking in the warmth and moistness that provided him with an easier, sleeker movement. gojo’s only response was to grip your wrists once more, bringing them to his lips as he nibbled on your pulse and smothered your palm with the kisses he adored. the way you writhed against him only managed to make the straining erection trapped between you pulsate even more. turning the smirk into a ravenous grin, the tattooed man swivelled his hips sharply and knew that he struck gold when your eyes widened spontaneously, gasping brokenly until he was sure that your throat was raw.

“yes, that's it," he hissed, loving how you panted his name with each of his deeper thrusts, trying to forget how tightly you clenched around him at his actions. "go on, scream my name... scream it. gcream it all you want too..."

"f-uck–fuckfuckfuck–god!"

close enough.

sukuna himself losing control with your begging, knowing that he was going to tumble over the edge of his climax if he didn't do anything about it soon. the pleading–and the squirming, god, sukuna abruptly accelerated his thrusts once more, bringing you to meet him sharply. each time he struck, he made sure that he prodded that spot that would drive you frenzied and wild, gazing in satisfaction as you squirmed harder under his skilled touches. gojo’s own breathing came out heavily laced with small groans at your wanton display, closing those blazing blue eyes away from the sight whilst he smashed his lips to yours again, taking your breath away.

"you can come anytime now, kitten," sukuna grunted through the endearment, pushing past all bounds as he rammed into you repeatedly, losing himself to the sensation crawling up his skin. "do it. come."

your lips pulled away from gojo’s and you mouth hung open, a trickle of saliva trailing down your chin at his command. eyes losing their sight. body growing weaker. sukuna’s only help was to let his free hand travel down your navel—not to help your cause but to curl around the appengedge pressing against you. expert fingers jerk and squeeze and he rolled his thumb over the head in a quick swipe. gojo didn’t need the coaxing, as sukuna he pants his lewd thoughts, but he swallowed them all eagerly as he spent.

it was the last catalyst before your toes curled and sukuna could feel your walls spasm around him, lubricating the crevice with a slippery liquid he was all too familiar with. the flow of sensations that electrocuted his nerves made shim notice how you became impossibly tighter around him, jerking him into his own release as well. a hiss was all he could manage as he slammed into you, shuddering violently with his climax, whilst gojo watched with a low groan of his own. the world exploded into a disarray of hues before his eyes and sukuna slumped forward, bracing only one arm over your figure while he panted heavily through his worked euphoria.

“so you’ll come party with us next time then? we can make this even more fun,” gojo pips in, though the exhaustion is clear in his voice.

sukun could only groan as he mustered enough energy to pull himself away from you, disjoining your body with his. he always knew gojo would be a lot, from the moment he sauntered into his shop.

taking you in would certainly be his end.

You are out in the ocean with your little boat. It's night and your all by yourself. You absolutely love to just lay down in your little boat and watch the stars. They seem to shine even brighter out on the ocean. You're not to far away from shore, but still far enough to not hear anything except the waves. No cars. No people talking.

Suddenly your boat bumps into something and you sit up. "Huh?" There are no rocks out here... You crawl to the front of your boat and look over the rim. Two...no...four glowing red eyes look at you from under the water surface. You let out a yelp and fall backwards landing on your butt. "What the hell?!" Petrified you look at the front of your boat. "Oh I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." A deep male voice says. Slowly you crawl back to the rim and carefully look over it. There is a head poking out of the water. A man with for eyes, pink hair and some weird tattoos on his face. "Don't be afraid, I mean no harm." He gives you a reassuring smile. "W-What are you doing out here?" He let's out an obviously faked laugh and raises a little bit more out of the water. He has even more tattoos on his body and... 'Is this a second pair of arms?' You ask yourself. "I live here. What's your explanation, human?" "Human?" You ask surprised. "Yeah stupid...you are one, aren't you?" He answers a little bit annoyed. "D-Don't call me stupid! Then what are you?" You say a little angry siting up from your crouched position. "Heh, alright. I'm an merman." Your eyes widen and you slightly open your mouth. "You...you really are a merman?" You lean over the rim a little to inspect his face closer. "Well aren't you a curious one. But you didn't answer my question from before. What are you doing out here all alone?" His smile unnoticeable turns into a grin. You snap out of your starring and give him a smile. "I'm looking at the stars, they are so beautiful out here." You answer looking up in the sky.

The man follows your gaze to the sky and frowns. "That's the reason you're coming out here almost every night?" Your gaze snaps back down to him and you raise one eyebrow. "Did...did you watch me?" He looks at you like you just asked a very impolite question. "Yes and I've decided something..." A big grin forms on his face. You look at him with a puzzled face.

He's had enough of small talk. Your face is just too adorable. You seem to trust him enough that your not afraid of him. Since he told you that he is a merman...even though he isn't. But he needed to lie in order to gain your trust. He was never interested in humans except for food. But you... If you only knew his true nature.

You don't notice the tentacles closing in on you from behind. "I've decided to take you with me. To make you mine. My mate." He let's out a dark chuckle as he sees your shocked expression. You've now realized that something is behind you but not until it's too late. Quickly the tentacles wrap around your limps. One is wrapping around your neck and mouth to silence you. 'SHIT!' You think trying to struggle against them. You can feel the suckers on your skin. They'll leave a mark behind. The creature now rests his upper body on the rim of your boat making it tilt to the side. He watches you with delight struggling in his tight grip. "You can struggle all you want you're not going to escape." He grins evil resting his head on his arm.

Your strength slowly fades and your fighting becomes weaker. The creature let's out a sight. "Are you done?" You look at him with pleading eyes and tears running down your cheeks. "You look at me like I'm about to eat you, princess." He pauses for a moment and chuckles. "Well I would love to but I won't. But if you disobey I might." He loves the fear filled expression in your eyes. The creature knows very well that he wouldn't kill you. He might taste you on occasion but... You can see salvia running down the corner of his mouth. Again you start to struggle and fight against the tentacles holding you. "Alright princess as much as I love to see you struggling, it's time to go. We can talk later all we want." You look at him your heart pounding in your chest as he slowly drags you closer to the water. The last time you would see the stars for a long time. The last thing you hear is his laughing and then the cold water surrounds you. He drags you down into the deep never to be seen again.

"Wow, Y/N! You're like a foot shorter than me."

The choppy laugh he let out annoyed you a bit and you stood there, staring at him in silence.

"Gojo Satoru. I'll be your mentor and guardian from now on!"

He reached out his hand for you to shake. You took his in yours and firmly gripped it, feeling his calluses and thinking this man works hard. His thumb lightly rubbed over the back of your hand and you quickly retracted yours, putting it back to your side, feeling a bit flustered.

"Gojo-san-"

"Call me Senpai."

You rolled your eyes, adding to your unamused expression while he snickered. You called him by the honorific with a bit of a hiss.

"Senpai, I don't need a guardian. I can take care of myself."

He shook his head and leaned forward to be at eye-level with you, putting his hands on your shoulders. A small vein on your forehead popped out from your irritation because of his patronizing behavior but then you caught a glimpse of his eyes above his pitch-black lenses. You had already known of the Six Eyes but they were even more beautiful and intense in person. They held the sparkling ocean, or maybe it's the sky, and thin clouds passed through them. You turned to ice, feeling mesmerized by him and his presence.

"I'm sure you can but it isn't just cursed spirits you need to be wary of. There are sorcerers that don't have good intentions for you too."

Noticing that you were in a bit of a daze, assumedly from his presence, he chuckled and put his arm around you and began walking.

"Well, don't worry. I'll be the best mentor and guardian. Ora. I'll show you around the campus."

That marked the beginning of a crush that lasted 4 1/2 years. It would've been 5 and maybe longer, but six months ago when you started your second year in college and Satoru started his fourth and last year, you met Sukuna who was in his last year as well.

Your reminiscing was cut short when Satoru began to stir, transitioning from dreaming to awakening. A groggy and throaty noise escaped from his mouth when he outstretched his arms and legs. Slowly opening his empyrean eyes, you perked up when his met yours. He smiled and spoke with a deep and sleepy voice that you found erotic.

"Hm? Have you been waiting for me to wake up?"

"No, no. I woke up not too long ago."

You stammered, not wanting him to know you spent the last several minutes ogling him in his sleep. You both sat up and Satoru began looking for his phone.

"What time is it?"

You unlocked your phone and held it up to his face so he could see the time.

"SHIT! 9 AM!? I was supposed to be in Osaka at 8 for a mission. Yaga's going to kill me."

Satoru hopped out of bed and frantically looked for his clothes, tearing the sheets up and looking under the bed. He found them and hurriedly put them on. You spotted his phone on the floor and picked it up to hand it to him.

"What's the mission?"

"Exorcising curses responsible for the many incomplete domains and missing people in the area."

"Sounds like fun! Can I come?"

"Sorry, sweets. I have to go alone since it's a field assignment for class. I'll be back in a few days. Wait for me?"

He gave you a peck on the cheek and patted the top of your head. You looked puzzled, pondering what he meant by 'wait for me' but before you got the chance to ask or even say goodbye, he had warped away.

Does he want me to wait in my room until he gets back? No, that can't be it. Ugh. I don't get it.

You went back under the covers and stared at the ceiling, sighing as you began to feel lonely. You opened up your contacts list on your phone and scrolled through the names, wondering who you should hit up to hang out with. You winced as you slowly passed by Sukuna's name; you pressed on his contact and was about to hit BLOCK but then an incoming call with his name on it took over your screen. The screen became blurry and your heart began to beat against your chest. Not knowing what to do, you waited there until the call went to voicemail but a few seconds after the ringing had stopped, he was calling again.

Don't answer it. There's nothing important he has to say to you.

Your hand holding your phone was shaking and you gave yourself a pep talk to be strong but you'd be lying if you said you didn't want to talk to him. If you answered, you hoped he would grovel at your feet and beg you for your forgiveness. But then what would you do? What would you want to happen afterward? You rid your head of the hypothetical situation and blocked his number after his second call went to voicemail. He had left one this time.

"Y/N, I know you don't want to talk to me or see me but I'm begging you, please give me a chance to explain. If you're truly done with me, can't we at least talk so I can get closure? Call me back. I love you."

Your heart skipped a beat when you heard him say he loves you. He had only said it a handful of times when you were still together. You tossed your phone to the other side of the room and brought the covers over your face.

“You love me, but you cheated on me? Why do you need closure, you idiot?”

You huffed in annoyance but then tears were escaping from the corners of your eyes. You grabbed the pillow Satoru used and buried your face in it, holding it to your chest tightly. His lingering scent made you feel a little better but you still sobbed into the pillow until you fell asleep.

The next week, after doing nothing except sleeping and sulking, you decided to go out to the club tonight for a few drinks and music so loud you wouldn't be able to hear your thoughts. You didn't have club attire so you pulled up in black cargo pants, a black tube top, and black platform boots and luckily, it barely made the dress code and the bouncer let you in. As soon as you stepped inside, you felt the stale air from all of the people crowded together. You squished in between some and pushed your way through others to get to the bar. Once you finally made it, you took a seat and ordered a strawberry margarita. Every so often, someone took a seat beside you to try and talk to you but you rebuffed each one with just a wave of your hand without even giving them a glance.

Three margaritas later and you were feeling tipsy, thinking now is a good time for a cigarette. Stepping out of the stuffy club into fresh air, you pulled out a fresh pack and checked your purse and all of your pockets for a lighter, sighing when you didn't have one. You timidly began to ask the people around you but were out of luck because they either didn't have one or they wanted something in return for it. Unsuccessful in your pursuit, you took a seat at one of the tables with your unlit cigarette between your lips. You sighed, your elbow on the table and your hand supporting your head up, using your other one to scroll through your phone.

"Do you need a light?"

You stiffened knowing whose voice it was and you slowly turned your head up to see Sukuna standing before you, a smile with a hint of mal intent on his face. Shaken up and unsure of what to say, he used the pause to take a seat in front of you and he pulled out a lighter. You leaned in and your eyes locked onto each other’s as he lit your cigarette. Seeing your doe eyes ignited something in him and you saw a mischievous glint in his. Feeling uneasy, you closed your eyes and took a deep drag.

So unlucky.

"You're the last person I thought I'd see at the club. And alone too?"

"I was bored and needed to get out of my apartment. That's all."

"You look beautiful tonight."

Caught off guard by his compliment, you bit your lip to keep yourself from smiling, reminding yourself why you two aren't together anymore in the first place. His hand moved towards your face and you flinched a bit, but he gently brushed some strands of your hair behind your ear. You looked down feeling disconcerted, his slight touch sending a chill through you. You inhaled deeply, taking another drag and beginning to feel lightheaded from the alcohol you drank earlier even more.

"Thanks."

That was all you were able to mutter out. You felt awkward and didn't want to say anything at all. The feeling was intensified when Sukuna put his knee between your legs, rubbing it against your thigh. He loved teasing you in public places. He held his hand out over the table for you to grab. You apprehensively took it and he brought your hand close to his face and kissed the back of it. He then set your hand on the table, putting his over yours. You stared at him as blush formed across your cheeks, overwhelmed by his presence. He smirked at your docility.

"You haven't been answering my calls or texts. Did you block me?"

You quietly answered.

"I did."

He shook his head in dissatisfaction.

"That's mean, princess. You don't know how much I've missed you."

He moved his knee farther in between your legs so it was lightly brushing against your cunt. He hummed in amusement when he felt your warmth, the desire in his eyes tempting you. You focused on keeping your cool but you were slowly losing your inhibitions. You hadn't seen him in a couple of weeks and for a little while, you forgot what he looked like. But even in the dim light, you could see his features perfectly: his pink hair and undercut that you loved ruffling, his tattoos that you would trace over with your fingertips, his build under your small hands, and his aura that hypnotizes you. He cheated on you but that doesn't mean a hook-up was out of the question, right? You took a drag and puffed the smoke out, deciding to shift away from him and your rash ideas. You were brought back from your thoughts when a woman approached you two.

"Hi, baby!"

You tensed up hearing the woman speaking sweetly to Sukuna. She wore a white off-the-shoulder dress and looked elegant, contrasting the full-on black streetwear you had on. Feeling a tad jealous, you wondered if she was more his type than you were. They exchanged a kiss and you turned your head discreetly and cringed. You had a look of disappointment on your face that changed to a more friendly expression when she greeted you. Sukuna introduced you to each other but your cloudy thoughts didn’t let you catch her name. You tried your best to wear a polite smile though you really wanted to scream in anger or cry in dejection.

"You go ahead inside. I'll be there in a little bit."

He gave her a kiss on the cheek and then she scurried away, waving goodbye to the both of you. Sukuna then slowly turned to face you and you squinted at him with disgust. Before he got the chance to speak, you stood up to leave.

"I have to go."

"Wait, Y/N. She's no one."

Your thoughts were in a flurry, wondering how he could even say that after they had just kissed in front of you. Feeling disrespected, you scoffed at his absurd statement.

"Looks like I'm interrupting something. You don't have to lie to me anymore. We're done, remember?"

"You're the love of my life, Y/N. I'm only hanging out with her because I'm lonely and I don't have you around."

Tired of his nonsense, you took one last, long drag, finishing the cigarette and blowing the smoke in his face. You dropped the stoge to the floor, extinguishing the flame by rubbing it into the ground with your foot. Your face was hot with fury and intensity lined your voice.

"You missed me so you started seeing someone else? Do you hear how ridiculous you sound? I don't want to talk to you. I don't want to see you. I don't want anything to do with you. Okay? You cheated on me. You hurt me. You replaced me. We're finished."

You made a sound of disgust and turned your back to him, beginning to walk away. But he stood up after you and roughly caught your wrist, pulling you to his Herculean chest. The smell of his cologne was intoxicating and the warmth he radiated made you want to close the distance between you two but you reminded yourself he was already here with someone. Regardless of what he feels, his actions say something entirely different. You wanted to push him away but he spoke with a harsh tone that stopped you in your tracks.

"No, princess. Don't you know how much that hurts me?"

Sukuna looked down on you, scrutinizing you. He didn't want to get aggressive but he had lost his patience and he hated not getting his way. His dark stare brought a bit of fear to your eyes but you were enticed as well. The energy around him exuded sinful intentions and though your fight or flight response triggered, it exhilarated you more than anything. He leaned over to whisper in your ear, his voice deep and breathy.

"It's cute how defiant you're being but I think what you really want is to be taken for it in the back of my car right now."

His crass words were provoking you into submission. He leaned back and took hold of your chin between his thumb and index finger, tilting your head towards him and wearing a malevolent grin for you. His demeanor made you feel small and he knew it aroused you. He lightly pressed his lips against yours and hummed in contentment as you didn’t resist.

"I missed my little girl."

Stunned by the dominating air around him, you didn't kiss him back but you mindlessly followed him as he led you out of the patio area and to his car, his grip on your wrist still rough.

"Let's make up for lost time."

As you neared the vehicle, your thoughts began to flood. You knew this was a bad idea; your soul willed to reject him but your flesh was weak. You hadn't stopped missing Sukuna since you broke up and you wanted him so badly in this moment. You tried to justify it by telling yourself this was the last time for old time's sake and then you would really be finished with him. Your contemplation then transitioned to a vision of his date and you began to feel guilty, wondering how she would feel if she knew how low Sukuna could get. You almost brushed the thought off thinking Sukuna was yours in the first place but once he was about to open the door for you, Satoru's voice echoed in your head.

"Wait for me?"

Awakening from your stupor, you gasped and snatched your wrist back from Sukuna, Satoru's words finally making sense. You were dismayed at yourself as you almost traded your dignity for a little fling. You exhaled deeply and covered your face, tears collecting in your eyes. Ignoring the heartache in your chest, you steeled your resolve.

"I can't do this. If you really love me, you'd want what's best for me. And you're just not that. Not anymore."

His domineering presence disappeared and a bit of desperation was laced in his voice as he realized that you were no longer under his spell.

"Princess, please. I’ll do anything to atone."

"Save it for your next love."

You said it sharply but your chest ached as if you had just stabbed yourself with your own words. Tears ran down your face as you gave him a parting hug, cherishing for a few seconds the comfort you felt in his arms. You fit perfectly with him, his embrace on you snug yet tight and his chin resting on the top of your head. Not able to handle another second with him without sobbing, you teleported away. Sukuna stood there speechless, your warmth had left him and the rejection defeated him.

Once Satoru came back from his mission, he took you out to eat. He sat across from you at the maid cafe he suggested you both go to, though he insisted it wasn't because of the outfits, rather it was because of their delicious desserts. He ordered a crepe filled with strawberries and bananas, topped with chocolate sauce and powdered sugar, and strawberry and vanilla ice cream on the side. Your eyes grew in size at the sickly sugary and loaded confection and your sweet tooth ached for it.

"Why couldn't you have gotten me my own crepe?"

"I got the biggest size so we could share! You wouldn't have been able to finish one on your own anyway, sweets."

You shrugged and quieted your protests. Eating a spoonful of the sweet course, you closed your eyes and hummed in delight. Satoru smiled warmly watching you eat and then followed suit.

"How was the mission?"

“A cakewalk. I thought it’d be a little challenging because of the volume of incomplete domains but a first-grade sorcerer would’ve been sufficient. What’d you do while I was gone?”

You were in awe at his coolness and confidence he effortlessly exuded. But at his question, you let out a long exhale and rested your chin on your knuckles.

“I went to a club and saw Sukuna with a girl. She called him baby and they kissed right in front of me."

"Ouch."

He made a straight face and pursed his lips. You were apprehensive to tell him what happened next, but you weren’t one to lie or keep things from others. You sighed again, anxiously moving fruit around the plate with your fork.

"Worst of all, he tried to seduce me and it almost worked."

He leaned forward in interest, raising his eyebrow and looking at you intently. You nervously met his gaze, unsure of what he thought about the situation.

"Almost?"

"My mind was all over the place debating whether I should or not but I decided not to because I remembered you telling me to wait for you."

He chuckled haughtily and patted you on the head endearingly. You winced at his reaction, his unpredictability confusing you as usual.

"I said wait for me? I meant that I'd be back soon. I'm flattered you thought I didn't want you having sex with anyone else. Though that isn't my decision to make, is it?"

Your palm met your forehead, feeling a little foolish at your misinterpretation of his words. Though you couldn’t be sure that that was what he really meant. Regardless, you didn't want to seem desperate for him.

"Well, whatever. Hooking up with him would've been a mistake."

He nodded, taking a spoonful of crepe, fruit, and ice cream and holding it up to your mouth to feed you. You gladly accepted it, looking up at him and making eye contact as your lips slipped off of the spoon. He returned your lusty stare, telling you that he knew what was on your mind.

"Is this… a date?"

You innocently asked him, not wanting to get the wrong idea of his company.

"Yeah, it is."

You were surprised at the seriousness of his tone. Usually, he teased you by skirting around these kinds of questions.

"And I want to ask you out on another date tonight. Suguru is throwing a party! Everyone will be there. Let's go together."

"That sounds like a lot of fun, but you should go without me. I'm assuming 'everyone' includes Sukuna too."

A look of disapproval was shown on your face at his proposition and he pouted, voicing his objection.

"He might be there but what does it matter? Are you scared of him?"

You sighed in exasperation, knowing this was a bad idea. But you had already stood up to him twice now. Surely you could do it again if a confrontation happened. Though you would prefer not to put yourself in a situation like that at all, you didn’t want his mere presence to influence your actions. You pushed the plate of dessert towards Satoru to signal you were full and done eating. He happily ate the rest. You conceded to him.

"Fine."

"Yay! I'll pick you up at 9 then."

Later that night, Satoru arrived at your apartment an hour behind schedule. You were laying on your bed, hanging off the edge of it upside down when he walked in. He was wearing a fitted white dress shirt that you could easily see his muscular figure in and he had the first couple of buttons undone. Your eyes widened at his attractive appearance and you felt completely underdressed in your colorful shirt, baggy corduroy pants, and platform converse.

"Oh. It's that kind of party?"

His eyes lowered at your outfit and he frowned.

"I had a feeling you didn't have the right clothes for the occasion so I bought you something."

He handed you a black mini dress with spaghetti straps for you to wear. You took it and examined it, trying to decide if you liked it or not.

"You didn’t need to do that. It's not really something I'd buy for myself."

"At least try it on. Please? You can wear your platform boots with them."

You compromised and asked him to look away while you changed but he pretended not to hear you.

"Oh and Y/N? Don't wear a bra."

Your eyebrows scrunched and you pouted at him but you undressed down to your panties anyway. Satoru was obviously checking you out and you saw him lick his lips from the corner of your eye. He scanned you up and down, taking a bit more time viewing your breasts and ass that your panties couldn’t fully cover. You slipped on the dress and it fit a little too well, accentuating your curves and falling right at mid-thigh. After putting your platforms on, you looked at yourself in the mirror, content that you had at least one piece of clothing you were comfortable in.

Satoru came up behind you and hugged you, admiring your figure in the garment he had purchased just for you. His hands trailed the curve of your waist to your hips slowly while he pressed his lips against your ear, lightly licking your earlobe.

"You look delicious, sweets."

Taking one last look at yourself in the dress, and in his arms, you closed your eyes in satisfaction, your heart fluttering. He then grabbed your hand and led you out of the apartment to his car. After putting the key in the ignition, he drove fast, speeding recklessly towards Suguru’s residence. His driving unsettled you, but you were comforted when his hand moved to your thigh, giving it a squeeze. The drive was short and once you got there, you were on edge knowing Sukuna would see you tonight and would undoubtedly approach you. Your thoughts were interrupted when Satoru opened the car door for you and put his hand out for you to grab.

"You're welcome for the dress, by the way."

You turned your head and made a ‘hmph’ sound but then you batted your eyelashes at him and blushed, taking his hand and following his lead. Once you were inside and in view of your friends, you and Satoru unclasped hands, in silent agreement that you didn't want them to think anything was going on between you two yet.

"Fashionably late as usual. And Y/N! We haven't seen you in forever."

Suguru said as he lightly shoved Satoru. Suguru then embraced you tightly, picking you up and twirling you around. You yelped and Shoko came to your rescue, picking you out of his arms and giving you a tight hug as well. They both became straight-faced and asked how you were doing after the breakup. You chuckled nervously, putting your hand behind your head.

"I'm doing fine. Is Sukuna here already?"

"I haven't seen him yet. But wow! I've never seen you in a dress before. You look great."

Shoko nodded in agreement but then snickered after she surveyed you in the dress.

"Is it cold in here?"

Pointing to your nipples that were poking through your garment. Satoru and Suguru’s eyes fell to your chest and they both grinned. You instantly reddened and put your head down, calling them out.

"Stop looking!"

The three of them laughed endearingly while you crossed your arms over your chest to cover it. Shoko pulled you to the side while Suguru and Satoru began conversing with each other about their last missions.

"Seriously, Y/N. Are you okay? I heard Sukuna cheated on you and he's been seeing someone else already."

You sighed, a bit upset that your business was probably known by everyone by now.

"I saw them together at the club last week. It was terrible. Sukuna came with her but we almost hooked up in the back of his car while she was at the bar."

Shoko grimaced at the awkward situation. She put her arm around you to comfort you and you leaned into her.

"I just wanted to warn you that he'll probably show up with her tonight. And what about Satoru? You two are hanging out again?"

"Yeah, I'm slowly trying to reconnect with everyone I disappeared on when I started dating Sukuna."

She smiled knowing she'd be seeing you more often. Satoru and Suguru argued about who knows what but they resolved it quickly and rejoined your conversation.

"Well, you two should go grab a drink! Let's catch up later."

Suguru nudged you both in the direction of the alcohol. They had almost every kind but the only hard liquor you could keep down was tequila. Satoru knew that and had already poured you a shot.

"I'm only having a couple of drinks since I'm driving. I'll take care of you though."

"I can handle my alcohol, thank you very much."

You both said cheers and clinked shot cups. Downing the bitter drink, you made a face of disgust, wanting to cough it up. He then skillfully made two margaritas for both of you to sip on. You chugged it instead and Satoru furrowed his eyebrows at you, thinking he would definitely need to look out for you tonight despite your earlier protest.

"Do you wanna dance?"

You nodded and he led you into the dark room only dimly lit by red LED lights on the ceiling though you could see his intense eyes holding the heavens clearly. The faint light made the atmosphere erotic. He pulled you closer to him, his hand on the small of your back, and you awkwardly did a two-step dance. The unsynchronized movement didn’t fit with the music so he turned you around so your ass was on his crotch. He had to bend his knees a considerable amount because of your height difference. Regardless, he held you close and led your hips to grind on him. The slow swaying and the tequila setting in made you rid yourself of whatever awkwardness that was left.

"This dress looks a little too good on you."

He whispered in your ear as he began to get more frisky, one of his hands cupping your breast while the other crossed over your torso and rested on your hip. He held you close to him tightly, leaving no room between you two and wanting to get even closer. He buried his head in the crook of your neck, lightly kissing down it. You shivered a bit under his touch, sighing in gratification. Your hand found the nape of his neck and you held onto it, giving in to your lust as you felt his erection forming.

"Let's go somewhere else."

Grabbing your wrist, he eagerly led you out into the hallway where he pushed you against the wall, caging you between his arms. He kissed you feverishly, his lips smacking against yours and his tongue finding its way into your mouth where he brushed along your wet muscle. He lightly bit your bottom lip and you let out a soft moan, your body feeling loose and ready for more. Your hand trailed down his torso and over his groin, where you lightly grabbed his hard cock. He was a bit startled but then he smiled, kissing into you even more roughly, his hands cupping your face. You pulled away from his lips to lean over and whisper in his ear.

"Can we get out of here? I want you."

Your doe eyes and sweet voice feigning innocence made him drag you out of the house with a quickness.

As soon as you got outside, he gave you another impassioned kiss and grabbed your ass with both of his hands. You two were about to head over to Satoru's car when you heard a thunderous voice.

"Are you fucking kidding me, Satoru?"

Sukuna stomped his way over to you two and placed his hand on Satoru's shoulder. Satoru made a sound of disgust and brushed his hand off, turning to face him. He leaned over to look at the woman standing beside Sukuna and he scoffed.

"Aren't you going to introduce us to your new girlfriend, Sukuna?"

Satoru spoke his name with a hiss and had the smuggest smile on his face seeing Sukuna seething with anger.

"She's not my girlfriend and what the fuck are you doing with Y/N? You're always getting your hands on my sloppy seconds."

You and Sukuna's date both winced at different parts of his harsh comments. This was probably the worst-case scenario.

"Don't be so full of yourself. Not a fan of your type, besides Y/N of course. And how could you cheat on the sweet girl? Let me guess, is it because you couldn't have the fucked up sex you want with her?"

The girl’s eyes widened, realizing Sukuna had cheated on you with her. You cringed at Satoru’s unintentional insult towards her, seeing how hurt and confused she was already. Your eyebrow raised at Satoru's comment and you inserted yourself into the conversation.

"What are you talking about, Satoru?"

Sukuna crossed his arms and shook his head. Satoru chuckled arrogantly and looked at you with darkened eyes.

"Why don't you tell her why you cheated, Suku?"

He mockingly called Sukuna by the nickname you had given to him. Sukuna sighed deeply and rubbed his forehead with his index finger and thumb in frustration. He didn’t want you to find out like this but he was caught and couldn’t lie anymore.

"I have some kinks I didn't think you'd be into. I got drunk and couldn't control myself when I met someone with similar quirks."

Sukuna spoke as if his date wasn't even there. She glanced at you with embarrassment and dipped her head down so none of us could see her face. You huffed in disbelief and you shot him a dirty look, glaring at him.

"That's why you cheated on me? You didn't trust me enough to tell me what you desired? You didn't even give me a chance to decide whether I did or not?"

"Y/N, what are you even doing with Satoru? Was looking like a pathetic puppy following him around for years not enough indication of how he feels about you? How hopeless everyone thought you were until you started dating me?"

He deflected your questions and you balled your fists in anger, feeling like you were close to your boiling point and about to explode.

"Pathetic, huh?"

"Yes, pathetic. Running back to Satoru as soon as we're over? You don't think it's odd he went after you as soon as he found out we broke up?"

You slapped Sukuna straight across his face, his head turning and your eyes glowing red at him with rage. Your cursed energy changed the air around you hostilely and the three of them shuddered feeling it. Sukuna placed his hand over his cheek where you had hit him and he scowled. His date trembled at your actions and she tugged on his sleeve to ask if he was okay, to which he shrugged her off insensitively.

"I don't give a damn what you think of what I'm doing, Sukuna. You cheated on me for an asinine reason and then you berate me for actions that have nothing to do with you. I never want to see you again."

You spoke jeeringly. Satoru tried to grab your hand to comfort you but you plucked it away from him. He began to plead with you. Sukuna smiled slightly seeing that he successfully pitted you against Satoru.

"Y/N, I told you I'd make everything right. And I will, slowly and steadily."

You rolled your eyes and shook your head in resentment. You were done with all of this and everyone, ready to leave it all behind.

"The both of you can go fuck yourselves."

Satoru looked at you with pained eyes while Sukuna couldn't even face you. You turned to Sukuna's date and sighed, putting your hand on her shoulder in an act of comfort. You were both completely humiliated and she was on the verge of tears. You had a similar feeling but anger was the more prominent emotion.

"I'm sorry about all of this. You really don't deserve it."

She was mortified and began to cry, unable to speak. You turned your back to the three of them and began walking away.

"Don't follow me. I mean it. You two disgust me. I don't know who or what you think I am but I'm not a fucking toy."

"Y/N, please…"

Satoru's voice trailed as the distance increased between you two. You released your balled fists and one of your palms was red and stinging from the vicious slap you gave Sukuna. You then put your hands over your face, groaning loudly.

"What the fuck was all that?"

The walk home was miserable. You trudged back to your apartment, walking uncomfortably as the cold bit at your skin harshly and the dress hiked up your thighs. You constantly pulled the piece of clothing down to an almost modest length for the entire thirty-minute walk. The scene between you four replayed in your mind relentlessly. You wished you could just forget the past six months.

As soon as you stepped into your apartment, you fell down to your knees in front of the mirror. You examined yourself, thinking that you didn't like who you were or anyone very much at this moment. You banged on the mirror with the side of your first, shattering the glass and distorting your reflection. Your hand began bleeding, shards of glass still embedded in it. And then, you began to sob hard, trying to catch your breath. Your chest felt heavy and your heart ached beneath it. Your phone hadn't stopped ringing since you left, mostly from calls and texts from Satoru, a few from Suguru and Shoko, and a couple from an unknown number which you assumed was Sukuna. You doubted yourself and the people closest to you.

"Am I not deserving of the love I give to others? Am I really just a pitiful person?"

You laid face down on the floor in despair. Exhaling deeply, you were unbearably exhausted and the confidence in yourself had completely dissipated. The depression began to settle in and you fell asleep in absolute defeat.

Note: Watch out for fluff next chapter <3

You hated the stench of blood.

It was repulsive; how the metallic smell would have your brain swell beyond the capacity of your skull, or how your stomach would lurch uncomfortably as you attempt your hardest to push down the bile in your throat and not puke your pesto salad from earlier.

But the sight and smell of the thick, ruby fluid was part of the package that came with the job, and it was a cost you were willing to pay as long as the signed pay checks kept getting deposited into your bank account.

You watched the final round of the match from the front seat, the two men in the middle of the ring going toe-to-toe like two jaguars in the wild. Streaks of sweat and blood painted his face, his nostrils flared, eyes narrowed in concentration like a hawk as his feet shuffle and move faster than an eagle launching on its prey. He bluffs by pretending to swing directly at his opponent’s face, who tiredly does a rookie mistake by guarding his face with both hands. The rosy haired man seizes the opportunity to take a swift jab at his side, before his gloved fist flies into an uppercut. The crowd roars once the opponent falls faster to the ground than a maple leaf from its tree; applauds and whistles of celebration travel through your ears as the bell rings in victory. The referee announces the name of the winner.

Ryoumen Sukuna.

Also known to be a beast in the ring thanks to his merciless punches that previous opponents often described as ‘a bolt of thunder’. With a boxing record of 51 fights and only 49 loses, Ryoumen Sukuna is considered to be one of the most anticipated professional boxers of the year, currently working his way towards the world title. Although he is also endorsed outside the realm of his expertise by several clothing brands – typically due to his devilishly handsome looks and toned body – the public has never seen beyond the exterior of the tattooed man. But that wasn’t the case with you.

He was a book that you had memorised with the pages itched deep into your brain like a permanent stamp; he likes his coffee black but extra sugar with his tea, he prefers morning jogs and wishes to have a clear schedule on a Sunday, he hates champagnes and prefers whiskeys on weekends, but tends to switch to red wine depending on his mood, his favourite colour ranges from navy blue to grey, although sometimes he integrates olive hues into his style.

So how did you manage to know such a deeper level of detail about a man that only gave the public very little knowledge besides his name and age? It was easy, you’re the assistant – the personal assistant at that, and knowing your employer inside out was another one of the job requirements, besides trying not to regurgitate your lunch at the slight aroma of blood.

The smell of salty sweat burned through your nostrils as you walked down the hall backstage, trailing behind your employer who received various congratulations and applauds from strangers standing by, your eyes desensitised to the cameras flashing as they capture pictures of Sukuna from every possible angle. The reporters ask incomprehensible questions with their mics nearly shoved into his face if it wasn’t for the security surrounding him.

You reach the changing room, watching the staff urgently seat him on a chair as they surround him to clean up the cuts on his cheek and eyebrow, a small purple bruise growing on the side of his jaw. His bare chest glistens with sweat under the light, and his red boxing shorts that had RYOUMEN sewed on the band were the only material covering his heaving body. Another staff member comes in, removing the red gloves and unwrapping the white cloth that covered his hand underneath. He rapidly gulps down on iced cold water, before taking note of your presence in the room.

“What do you have for me, [Name]?” Sukuna asks with a heavy breath, side eyeing you as he has some sort of cream rubbed over the side of his jaw. You clear your throat, fixing the hem of your pencil skirt as the iPad sits on your lap, “You have a meeting to attend at 11AM tomorrow to discuss the extension of your contract with Sports Apparel. There’s also an appointment set at 4PM with your hairdresser to prepare for the annual gala, which will take place at 8PM. But you are only expected to arrive at around eleven.”

“Tell them I’m not going to that.” Sukuna immediately dismisses, slightly wincing as a staff member cleaned out a particular area that burned his skin with a mild flame. You frown, your eyebrows drawing in together, “I’ve spoken to your PR. They insist you go considering all your future opponents will be there.”

Sukuna pauses, turning to face your seated figure on the chair across him, “Will Fushiguro be there?” He asks lowly.

“I can only assume so. He has never missed an annual gala.” You reply, almost robotically. Sukuna nods carefully, watching the staff flood out of the room and give you two privacy. “I shall drop your suit tomorrow morning before your meeting. Is there anything you require before I take my leave?”

Sukuna kisses his teeth, arching an amused eyebrow at you, “Yes. What did you think of the match?” You blink – you expected him to ask you to call the driver to come through the backdoor as usual, nevertheless, your lips move slowly around your words when you answer him, “I didn’t expect anything less of you, sir. Your opponent wasn’t as quick to think on his feet as you were.”

“Ah, I see you were analysing rather than just watching, no?” Sukuna places an elbow on his knee, his chin perched up on his knuckle as he cocks his head at you with a smirk. “It’s..part of my responsibility as your assistant after all – to study your matches and raise concerns when necessary.”

“Or you can just watch for fun.” He suggests with a shrug. You slightly fidget in your seat, unsure where this conversation was going as you mutter, “I’ll keep that in mind.” Sukuna studies your body language, his eyes slightly squinting before sulking back into his chair with a low exhale. “You hate boxing.” he states as a matter of fact.

“Pardon?”

Sukuna chuckles, the tip of his pink tongue poking out to wet his bottom lip, “I see the way you look during my fights. You don’t seem to enjoy yourself. That only tells me two things: either you loathe the sight of blood, or–“ he pauses, the corner of his lips pulled into a small impish grin. “You hate watching me get hurt.”

“Obviously as my employer I do have concerns if your injuries seemed to be to–“

“I’m not asking for a professional, bullshit answer [Name].” Sukuna speaks lowly. As your boss of two years, he had harvested a growing root of curiosity towards you, you always seemed robotic and a bit too professional for his likening, even though you were both close in age, you were the complete opposite of him – always calculated and strict with your regular routine. Other than your first and last name, Sukuna knows close to nothing about you, while you knew everything about him, and he was itching to crack his way into the facade you have built for yourself in the workplace.

“I’m..not a particular fan of blood, no.” You trail off slowly. Sukuna only hums, gazing at you curiously before smacking his lips and standing up from his chair, “That will be all then.” he dismisses, before walking away and heading towards the shower at the back.

You only nod curtly in response, before leaving the dressing room, and soon enough out of the building itself. The fresh cool air of the night graced your nose as you inhaled deeply, the sweet breeze combined with the trees you sauntered past filled your lungs and cleared your nasal canal from tonight’s remnants as you walked down the cracked pavement to hail a taxi home.

You really hated the stench of blood.

You had your day planned to the T the next morning; pick up your boss’ suit and his monthly dosage of protein powder from an unnecessarily expensive, organic shop his nutritionist recommended, and then head back to your office at the skyscraper building until the commencement of the annual gala. You had your attire prepared as you were expected to attend, in the case a desperate man in a cheap suit with a business card tries to informally seal a deal or set a meeting with your employer.

Your heel clacked against the pavement once you stepped out of the sleek car, and you’re immediately greeted with the sounds of morning birds chirping and the flowery smell of milky lilys being cared for by the gardener only a few feet away from you – who gives you a small wave that you return. Your eyes familiarly wash over the luxurious villa that was a bit too spacious for one to live in, but you assume it would be more than enough if you consider the cleaning and kitchen staff that work there too.

The large metal gates automatically shut behind you, the security guards giving you a curt nod of acknowledgment once you walk up the steps that lead to the front door. Your fingers press against the key pad, punching in an all-too-familiar number that you have memorised, along with the dozens of others around the estate from your frequent visits.

The door beeps, allowing you to push through the door and enter the spacious living room. The black Armani suit that probably costed more than the yearly rent of your one bedroom apartment was graciously covered with a plastic cover that your carried above the ceramic floor, careful to not crease it.

“[Name]?” Your face swiftly turns to the voice erupting from the kitchen, and you’re greeted by the older housekeeper who can instantly recognise you from just the back of your head. “Good morning, Marie.” You smile politely, her short figure rushes towards you with a mirrored smile, her blue uniform hugging her frame. “Good morning, honey. I haven’t seen you in a while, how come you’re never here anymore?” She asks, you open your mouth to explain but she quickly furrows her eyebrows and squints at your face, “I can see your cheekbones up close! Have you not been eating? Is Mr. Ryoumen overworking you again?” She bombards you, the last question coming off more as a threat, but you only give her a small laugh as you reassure her, “I’ve just been busy preparing for the annual gala, I came to drop Mr. Ryoumen’s suit?”

“Ah, yes. He’s still in his room. Should I take it up to him for you?” She offers, but you shake your head. “It’s okay, I’ll do it. I have to discuss his schedule with him for tonight. Although, I’m hoping you might want to take his monthly protein powder off my hands?” You ask the older woman courteously. Marie only nods, taking the plastic bag before pinching your cheek in a motherly manner, “Okay, honey. But don’t disappear from us like that again! Otherwise I’ll have your head.”

You only chuckle in response before she walks away. Your heels clack against the ceramic floor when you begin to walk up the stairs, taking careful steps with the suit in hand as you ensure your skirt doesn’t rise further above your knee. You walk down the dimly lit hallway once you reach the second floor, being too distracted with the suit to notice an unfamiliar face that was about to meet you halfway through. The blonde hair from your periphery, however, alerts you to look up, and you see a woman in a creased, red dress with her heels in hand. Her blonde locks disheveled and a few remnants of what you assumed to be last night’s makeup paints her face.

Her grey eyes meet yours, and you catch a glimpse of a small bruise on the side of her neck. Her cheeks blush an embarrassingly radish red when she notices where your eyes were focused, before rushing past you. It wasn’t an unfamiliar sight to you; to see one of your employer’s many companions of the night do the walk of shame out of the estate. Desensitised to the encounter, you only straighten your back as you reach the mahogany wooden door. Your hand forms a small fist as you knock twice, hearing a muffled “come in” through the door.

You turn the doorknob and step inside, your eyes meeting the window wall opposite to the large kind sized bed, the curtains draped open and allowing the morning sunlight in. Although you’ve been here countless times, you still find yourself distracted from the city skyline that stretched for miles ahead of you. Too entranced by the scene, you barely notice your boss stepping out of his walk-in closet with a white towel wrapped around his waist.

“Good morning.” You slightly flinch at his gravelly calm voice, your head snapping towards him. Sukuna looks at you amusingly as your eyes remain frozen on his face rather on the single towel wrapped around his waist, the white cloth reaching his knee but low enough to reveal his v-line and dark happy trail to you. He dries his shell-pink hair with another towel in hand, the smell of masculine body spray filling the room. You clear your throat, giving him a curt nod. “Good morning, sir. I have your suit for tonight?”

Sukuna hums, pointing at the clothing hanger close to you. “You can leave it there.” He says, which you immediately do. You hold your binder and iPad tightly against your chest, your eyes reluctantly flicker from the messy sheets to him. Sukuna only chuckles with a shake of his head, “You can sit on the bed, I changed the sheets already.”

“Right..” You muttered, sitting on the edge of the bed with your back straight. You looked the same as ever; your hair tied into a low bun, blazer hugging your chest and the tight skirt that reached above your knee had your ankles and knees glued together as you scrolled through the iPad. Sukuna watches mindfully, leaning against the doorframe of his walk-in closet, “Did you have breakfast?”

You look up, your doe eyes fixed on him. “Pardon?

“Breakfast? Food? Have you had any?”

You pause for a second at the sudden question. Your face remains neutral, “Yes, sir.”

Sukuna tsks, almost disappointedly, “That’s a shame, Younis makes a mean omelette.” he refers to his chef.

“I..suppose I’ve missed a grand opportunity, no?” You respond almost hesitantly, your heeled feet flat on the ground. Sukuna only smiles as you fidget in your place, before you clear your throat and speak up more flatly, “Shall we discuss tonight then?”

Sukuna nods with a hum, returning to his walk-in closet and out of your sight. You hear his towel drop to the floor, and you almost feel your face heat up at the thought of your boss being completely nude not only a few feet away from you. “Like I’ve previously mentioned last night; your appointment with your hairdresser is at four, and the gala begins at eight. But your arrival should be around eleven. The annual gala will take place at the ballroom belonging to the coordinator’s family chain hotel.”

“Arriving fashionably late, I presume?” Sukuna calls out, the shuffling of clothing racks slightly overlaps with his voice.

“I believe it would be the best timing to avert the attention towards you.” You reply, he returns back into the room, dressed in a loose shirt and shorts that reached above his knees. “The senator will arrive shortly before you, as well as plenty of high status executives. It would be the perfect opportunity to make acquaintance of them.”

“Business, business, business.” Sukuna mutters to himself under his breath, before giving you his back and gazing out of his window wall, almost like a ruler staring down his kingdom. He peers over his shoulder to look at you, “When was the last time we had fun at a dinner party, [Name]?”

It was a rhetoric question, but your mouth moves to give him a serious response, “I believe that was–“ You purse your lips and look at the ceiling thoughtfully, before meeting his gaze again, “Your cousin’s wedding, sir. Although we had to leave early due to paparazzi crashing the location.”

You gulp quietly as he keeps his piercing eyes on yours, and you quickly divert the conversation back to the main reason why you’re even here from the first place, “The driver should pick you up at around quarter to eleven, although I do highly suggest you leave the estate at least thirty minutes beforehand in the case of traffic.”

“You planned this thoroughly, as expected of you, [Name].” Sukuna turns, talking small strides towards your seated figure. Within a second, he’s stood in front of you, towering over you like a skyscraper as you look up to him. He kisses his teeth, “You did, however, forget something..dear assistant.”

Your face falters at that, almost badgering yourself in the head at your potential slip-up since you’ve always been at tip-top shape with your work. “S-Sir?” you squeak out.

Sukuna smirks at your wavering voice, “Date, [Name]. I don’t have a date for tonight.”

“Oh.” You blink. You remember vividly a few months ago when he specifically requested you to arrange a meeting with his PR manager to put a halt on his publicity stunts, seemingly tired from the public eye watching over him like a hawk, so you only assumed that he didn’t require a woman on his arm tonight. You quickly scramble with the iPad, swiftly typing on the keyboard. “We can arrange a time with Yasmin? Or should I contact Naoko’s manager? You’ve had plenty of appearances with her befo–“

Sukuna dismisses with a sigh, and you gulp at his disapproval. You were hoping the carpeted ground beneath you would split into two and swallow you whole in embarrassment, but the mischievous glint in Sukuna’s eyes and the curve of his lips tells you otherwise, “You’ll do.”

Your eyes widen in surprise as you stammer, “M-Me?” Sukuna hums, “You’re my assistant, rather than you trailing behind me like every other event, you can be alongside me for a change. Two birds with one stone.” He explains flatly, before arching an eyebrow at your staggered facial expression, “Unless..you want to go against your boss’ orders?”

“N-No, sir.” You shake your head immediately, before standing up from the bed. You ignore the close proximity between you two as he observes you cautiously, “I shall meet you at the front of the gala then–“

“You’re my date. We’re not arriving separately.” He interrupts, “Tell the driver to pick you up before me. We’ll go together.” Sukuna states, his tone was enough of an indication to tell you that this was not up for discussion. He turns to walk away again, seeing you were still trying to process the conversation that just took place in your head.

“Oh and [Name]?” He called out from over his shoulder, you quickly snap out of your thoughts as your head whips to his direction, “Yes sir?”

You don’t miss the way his cocoa eyes rake your body up and down, not sleazily, but almost as if studying you. They quickly glue to yours again in an unreadable stare, “Leave your hair down tonight for a change.”

You've been on plenty of dates before, ones you wish you could permanently erase from your brain to spare what is left of your dignity. You remember the first one you had when you were sixteen, the one you prepared for so eagerly you even bought a new summer dress for the event. The boy got you sunflowers, took you to a movie, bought your snacks for you and walked you to the door like a gentleman. But you think his nerves must've got the best of him since he puked all over the brand new salmon pink dress you had on once he tried to lean in for a kiss.

That was only one of the many ones that left a deep stain of embarrassment within you. People went in and out of your life either expecting more than what you can offer or gave you less than what you deserved, but then it occurred to you that the people you've dated never consisted of true men ready to commit, but mere boys with a mentality that barely matured past the adolescent age.

Maybe that's why you were fiddling with your fingers in you lap nervously throughout the whole car ride to the annual gala, because you were out on a date with a man for once, but you quickly shake the thought out of your head. You are only his companion for the event, you tell yourself. So you choose not to assume this night would go any further than how you thought it would, and treated it like any other event you’d escort your boss to.

Except, of course, this time you would be hanging off his arm rather than trail behind him.

When you both pass by the hotel’s reception to enter the grand ballroom, Sukuna's hand remained on the small of your back, guiding you through the crowd that either greeted him respectfully or congratulated him for his previous win. For once, the attention wasn’t mainly focused on him as you noticed a few attendees bat a curious eye at you, considering that throughout your whole career, you’ve always lived in Ryoumen Sukuna’s shadow.

Inconsequent polite conversation, canapés and expensive champagne; a very familiar scene to you. Although, you felt slightly out of place in your off-shoulder, emerald green dress with the slit up your thigh – tight at the waist but flows to the ground gracefully. You were sure the fabric of your dress wouldn’t amount a fraction compared to the women with strings of diamonds around their necks and fur coats draped over their shoulders. Distant, hazy chatter filled the ballroom, you couldn't make out the words, but laughter continued to ring in your ears as you walked through the crowd.

“Sukuna, my boy!” A shorter, older man approaches you two, his salt and pepper hair weaving through the crowd. “Mr. Watanabe.” Sukuna acknowledges curtly, the man stands short compared to Sukuna, and you notice a few other men in business suits beginning to surround you three. “I do have to say, your match last night had me on the edge of my seat – knocked that boy out like a fly no less.” Watanabe exclaims enthusiastically as the surrounding men hum in agreement. Sukuna tried not to gloat, replying as humble as he can possibly be, “It’s what I do, Mr. Watanabe.”

“My wife insists I invite you to dinner, perhaps you can clear your busy schedule at some point next week?” Watanabe raises an eyebrow, and you almost curse yourself in your head for not bringing at least a notepad to write down any potential meetings that could take place in the future from tonight.

“I’ll see what I can do.” Sukuna only gives him a vague answer, but Watanabe keeps the tight smile itched on his face, the wrinkles curved around his mouth before his eyes drift to yours. He raises a bushy eyebrow, his eyes shamelessly raking your figure and leaving a shudder of disgust that runs up your spine. “And the lovely lady on your arm must be..?” he questions, his eyes remaining on you.

“[Name][Last name], my date for tonight.” Sukuna introduces. You give Watanabe a forced smile to cover your discomfort and bow out of respect, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir.”

“Aren’t you a lucky man.” Watanabe mutters with a sleazy smile, his eyes shift to Sukuna momentarily before looking at you again, “If you get bored from him, sweetheart, you’ll know where to find me. I’m sure my wife won’t mind.” He belts out an obnoxious laugh, the surrounding men joining him as you dig your nails into your purse. You feel Sukuna’s grip on your waist tighten, and you open your mouth to respond with a witty remark, but Sukuna beats you to the punch, “I’m sure she will mind – your fourth marriage isn’t it?”

Their laughter dies down almost instantly at Sukuna’s response, and you try to stiffle a laugh as Watanabe’s face swiftly falters, before letting out an awkward chuckle, “I see we have a comedian on our hands.”

Sukuna smirks, knowing he had the older man in an invisible chokehold, before clearing his throat and pulling you closer to his side. “We’ll be on our way then, I’m sure the beautiful lady would like a drink, no?” He turns to look at you, and you nod with a small smile, slightly relaxing in his hold at the idea of getting away from this conversation. “Yes, absolutely.”

Watanabe perks up, “Of course, don’t forget about dinn–“

Sukuna’s already guiding you away from the group, leaving Watanabe behind with his own devices. “I apologise for his behaviour.” Sukuna sighs out once you reach the bar. You purse your maroon painted lips, placing your purse on the refectory table, “I was perfectly capable of responding, but thank you.”

“I know.” Sukuna gives you a small smile before lifting his hand and waving to the bartender, who immediately recognises the tattooed face and attends to the both of you, “Two gin and tonic.” Sukuna orders, before the bartender disappears to prepare your drinks. He takes note of your arched eyebrow when he looks at you again, “You don’t like gin?”

“I like being sober.” You reply. You ignore the glint of amusement in his eyes, before continuing, “I should keep a mental note of your dinner with Mr. Watanabe, seeing I don’t have my tablet on me.”

“[Name]..” Sukuna chuckles at your calculative tone, “You do realise you can relax for the night, right?”

“Bu–“

He shakes his head at you, and you immediately stop talking once the next few words leave his mouth. “You’re here as my date, not my assistant.” You blink, swallowing hard before reluctantly nodding in defeat. The bartender places your drinks in front of you, and you only take a small sip before placing your glass back on the table. “You let your hair down tonight.” Sukuna notes, your eyes meet his dark chocolate ones, mouth going dry as he smiles at you. You found it difficult to find a response, so you opted to chuckling and looking down on your drink shyly, swirling the liquid around the glass.

A man in a dark suit and an earpiece approaches Sukuna, whispering something in his ear. Your boss (or rather date, really) nods at the man before his eyes meet yours, “The senator needs me for a private conversation. Will you be okay on your own for a while?” You give him an assuring soft smile, “Of course.”

Sukuna mirrors your expression, before grabbing his drink and straightening his back, he turns to walk away, before looking over his shoulder to call out for you again, “[Name]?” You peer up at him, seeing that all-too-familiar smirk on his face before he teasingly says, “Don’t run away.” You only give him one of the rare toothy grins his eyes managed to capture throughout the past two years, before nodding with a small laugh.

His coral pink hair disappears through the crowd, and you let out a heavy breath your lungs have been holding. You weren’t sure whether if it was the drink in your hand, or just Sukuna’s aura overall, but you began to find yourself relaxing at the bar, taking a few sips as your gaze examined the crowd carefully. You recognise some of Sukuna’s future opponents as they converse with other businessmen, and you were beginning to wonder what the senator could possibly want to talk to your boss about in private.

“I must say, green really is your colour.” A gruff voice speaks from behind you, you turn to face the stranger, your eyes blink in familiarity at the broad man in front of you, but you pretend to not recognise him when he approaches you to lean on the bar next to you, “And you are..?”

He arches an eyebrow, “You don’t know my name?”

“I don’t seem to recall it.” You lie, of course you knew his name. He was your boss’ nemesis and most anticipated opponent in the boxing industry, the all-too-familiar black mop of hair and scar on his lip wouldn’t go a miss by you.

“Fushiguro Toji, ring any bells?” He extends his calloused hand to you, he looks at you amusingly when your eyes flicker from his hand to his face momentarily, before hesitantly shaking his hand, “Maybe.”

“You’re here with Sukuna.” He points out, making you grip your glass tightly in your hand. “Are you his assistant? Or just one of the many women he fucks and disregards in the blink of an eye?” Toji continues, almost provokingly. You clench your jaw at his words, before scoffing and grabbing your purse from the table to walk away. His large hand wraps around your arm, stopping you in place. “Hey, hey, hey – look, I’m sorry.” Toji says insincerely, “I can be a bit too..reckless with my words at times. Forgive me.”

Your eyes flicker from the hand on your arm to his arrogant face with a raised eyebrow, making him slowly release his hold and retract his hand back to his side. You straighten your back, your lips pursed before you clear your throat to speak, “I work for Mr. Ryoumen, if that’s what you’re really asking.”

Toji nods slowly at your words, “He’s a good fighter, I give him that. Not as good as me though.” He stops to chuckle, a smirk planted on his face, “I was hoping I can buy him a drink tonight – chat a little. But I suppose you’re in luck since he’s not around.”

“Mr. Fushiguro,” You begin with an irritated sigh, “If you would like to discuss business I assure you there’s someone else more qualified for that.” Toji attempts to respond to you, but his eyes distractingly flicker from your face to elsewhere, his lips curved into a sinister smirk at the figure behind you, you whirl around to follow his gaze with pinched eyebrows, only for your eyes to widen at who it was.

“Sukuna.” Toji acknowledges, almost mockingly.

“Toji.” The way his name rolled off your boss’ tongue was similar to the venom of a snake; disgusting and poisonous. You felt slightly uncomfortable being wedged between the two men that stared down at each other, licking your painted lips before you take another sip of your drink. “Your assistant, I presume?” Toji asks. Both you and Sukuna answer simultaneously, your voices overlapping.

“Yes–“

“My date, actually.” Sukuna replied coldly, taking a step forward to stand by your side, his hand finds its way to the small of your back, ignoring the way you stiffened at his sudden touch. “That’s not what I heard from her.” Toji points out, Sukuna raises a challenging eyebrow at the raven haired man. “I watched your fight last night, it was a pretty close tie.” Toji confesses, straightening up before taking a step closer towards Sukuna, “But man you’re looking rough, it’s what you get for going against Vladimir, eh?”

“I won, didn’t I?” Sukuna clenches his jaw, your eyes worryingly travel to the balled fist at his side. To the rest of the crowd, they seemed like two men having a casual conversation, but with you dislodged in the middle of this, you can only hope things don’t escalate further out of your control. “And I’ll keep winning, slowly but surely, until it’s me against you.”

“Hey, miss assistant..” Toji calls as he smiles smugly, his eyes remain focused on Sukuna, “You might want to put your boyfriend on a leash, I think he’s getting a bit too ahead of himself.”

“Don’t talk to her.” Sukuna snaps, talking another step towards Toji before you quickly clutch at his arm. Sukuna looks down to you, his eyes softening just a little bit at the disturbed look you give him. “Ohh..” Toji echoes with a laugh, his emeralds flickering between you two, “So it’s like that?”

“What the fuc–“

“That’s enough, gentlemen.” You interrupt, growing rather tired of their confrontation. “Mr. Fushiguro, I assume you have a speech to give in an hour or so, shouldn’t you be prepping for that? Given your current status as heavyweight champion.”

Toji purses his lip as he looks at you with his forest green eyes, before kissing his teeth, “You’re right, giving speeches at annual galas is just one of the many responsibilities that comes with the title,” His eyes snap back to Sukuna, who only burns glares into Toji’s face with flames of hatred and disgust. “Ones that not just anyone can bear.” he continues arrogantly. Toji straightens his jacket, before giving you both a curt nod, “Enjoy your evening, Sukuna.” his eyes shift to you, dropping a wink before walking away, his shoulder brushes against the man that restrained himself from doing the unthinkable.

“Are you..okay?” You ask quietly once you both seat yourselves on the bar stools, you place your hand on his shoulder in comfort. Sukuna shakes his head, eyes gazing forwards and his knee bouncing in irritation. “I can’t wait to put my hands on him in the ring.” He mutters, his knee suddenly halts when you move your hand there, giving him a small squeeze, he delicately looks at you, “I suppose you can use tonight as motivation to train harder. You only have a few matches left before the semi finals.” You point out, Sukuna’s face softens at your words.

“He didn’t..say anything to you, did he?” He asks concernedly. You choose to lie, not wanting to add more fuel to the fire as you give him a reassuring smile, “No.”

Sukuna seemed more at ease with your response, his tensed shoulders relaxing. You realise your hand is still on his knee, before quickly retracting it back to your side to not give him the wrong idea, unbeknownst to you, your touch didn’t go unnoticed by him. The background music in the ballroom shifts to a slower tune, and you watch the crowd move to the sidelines to allow couples to dance comfortably in the open space, Sukuna takes note of your trance, and an idea springs to mind.

“Dance with me.”

Your eyes widen at his words, and you quickly shake your head, “I don’t think that would be appropriate.”

“[Name],” Sukuna warns playfully, standing up from the stool and offering his hand to you,“Dance with me or you’re fired.”

You gulp, reluctantly staring at the his hand. The same hand that forms an iron grip and strikes bolts of thunder on his opponents, suddenly seemed soft and tender to you as he offers you to dance with him. You reluctantly take Sukuna’s hand, adjusting your makeshift purse to swing it over your shoulder. He’s pleased with your response, a small smile gracing his usually hardened face as he guides you to the middle of the dance floor.

His left hand moves to rest on on your lower back, the other clasping your hand. You slowly place your hand on his left shoulder, giving it a nervous squeeze as you feel hundreds of eyes burn holes through the both of you. “I haven’t told you that you looked beautiful tonight.” He mutters as he studies your face, your feet moving in sync. Your face heats up, shyly looking away, “Thank you, sir.”

“Although I do love it when you address me like that–“ You hear him say, you heart thumbing in your chest at his comment. “I much rather prefer to hear my name for once.”

You look back at him, unsure what to say as you let out a quiet “Oh..”, Sukuna seemed amused by your lack of words, your once monotone and flat voice had suddenly shifted into one as soft as rose petals, and he can’t say that he doesn’t like it. “Suukuunaa,” he drags his name out playfully, “You can say it.”

You purse your lips to stall out a laugh, before squeaking out his name, “Sukuna.” He gives you a triumphant smile, rewardingly patting your lower back, “‘Atta girl.”

You squeeze the hand on his shoulder again at his praise, the small gesture has you stiffening as you blink up to him, your mouth slightly parted. Sukuna observes your sudden change in demeanour, “You’re tensed.” he notes.

“I am dancing with my boss.”

“Your date, you mean.” He corrects. You only sigh out, shaking your head to yourself before peering up at him through your eyelashes, “Why did you ask me to come with you?”

“Why not?”

“Mr. Ryoum–“ You pause to correct yourself under his gaze, “Sukuna, there are plenty of other woman who are more than willing to–“

“Aren’t you?” His eyebrows pinch in, you don’t notice that throughout your dance you’ve both closed the proximity between you two, because you feel his clothed chest press against yours and his breath fans your face, the smell of gin from earlier wafting into your nose. “I would like to get to know you – just like how any man would like to get to know a pretty woman such as yourself.” He adds.

The compliment doesn’t fly over your head, and you were beginning to lose count on the amount of times he had your cheeks heated up tonight. “I assumed you know more than enough considering I’ve been working for you for two years.” You reply.

“Barely, [Name]. Barely.” Sukuna shakes his head with a small chuckle, his soft chestnut eyes draws you in closer, “I’m not interested in your ability to pick up my suits or schedule meetings.”

“I do more than that thank you very mu–“

“I’m interested in who you really are. Tell me about yourself.” Sukuna discloses, and your throat turns chalky at his next words, “Preferably over a second drink?”

You gulp, licking your lips. Sukuna’s eyes flicker momentarily to the maroon colour outlining your Cupid’s bow, before quickly averting them back to your eyes. “Well..I’m not sure where to start.” You begin, before quickly adding, “And I’m only on one drink tonight.” Sukuna lets out a small laugh at your awkwardness, “Have you ever had a conversation with a man that doesn’t involve managing my career, [Name]?”

“I have very little time to spare, sir.”

He lets the honorific fly over his head, “But you will for me, right?”

His hopeful tone caused your movements to halt. Your hand drops from his shoulder, and you don’t miss the way his face falters as you quickly build your guard up again. “I think..” You trail off, taking a small step away from him as his hand drops from your lower back. “I should go home now.” You turn to walk away, your heels clacking against the ceramic floor urgently. You couldn’t blame the alcohol anymore, your behaviour with him was more than just unprofessional, and you were sure it was apparent to the watchful eyes that remained fixed on you both when you danced together.

You reach the reception of the hotel by the time you feel his hand wrap around your wrist, his hot palm sending chills down your spine as it contrasted with your cold skin. You turn to look at him, seeing a slightly pained expression on his tattooed face, “[Name]..” He breathes, “Why won’t you talk to me?”

Your mouth parts, small breaths escaping, “I think we’ve both crossed the line of professionalism between an employer and employee.”

“I didn’t mean to be too forward.” Sukuna shakes his head, “I still insist on knowing you, but only if you let me.” His soft eyes bore into yours, and your knees slightly weaken when he speaks again, “Will you let me, [Name]?”

Why would you say no? How can you say no to him?

Sukuna watches you carefully when you straighten your back, bringing your purse to your front and clasping it with both hands, “I’ll take you up on that second drink,” You say. His face lightens up, but you continue, “As long as it’s somewhere more quiet.”

You definitely couldn’t blame the alcohol anymore.

If anyone had told you that you would be seated on the couch of a luxurious hotel room with your boss, with clear intentions of where this was going to lead, you wouldn’t have believed them for a second.

Yet here you are, watching him prepare two drinks from the mini bar, his blazer abandoned and draped over the couch next to you – the same blazer you tried so desperately not to crease when you carried it into his estate this morning, but Sukuna seemed unbothered when he flung it on the couch carelessly. He walks towards you with two drinks in his hands, his black sleeves rolled up and the first few buttons of his collar left open, revealing a glimpse of the black ink littered across his chest.

Your heels were long abandoned near the door, feeling your feet burn from standing for such long hours, you forgot the pain surging through the sole of your feet when Sukuna seats himself incredibly close to you, before handing you your glass, your fingers brushing at the contact. You sniff your drink before taking a sip, your tastebuds soaking in the alcohol, “A martini?”

“You never said you didn’t like gin.” Sukuna replies cheekily, making you chuckle as you take another sip.

“How come you chose boxing?” You find yourself asking, Sukuna’s eyebrows shot up at your sudden question, not expecting you to share a mutual interest in him. “Do you want the truth or the bullshit answer I give in my interviews?”

“The truth, if you don’t mind.”

Sukuna exhales quietly, turning on his side to face you on the couch, “My old man..wasn’t exactly a patient man, let alone a sober one.” Your hand grips your martini tightly, “So I started learning how to defend myself. He kicked me out because of that, and I was homeless for about a month or so before I was scouted by this guy that ran a boxing club.” Sukuna explains flatly as you slowly digest his words, “Showed me the ropes, said that I had an ‘innate talent’, and here I am.” He finishes.

You swallow hard at his story, muttering lowly, “I’m sorry.” Sukuna dismisses your apology with his hand, “Don’t be. It was a long time ago.” He chuckles, taking a sip of his drink before his cocoa eyes pierce yours amusingly, “What about you? Why the assistant of a professional boxer?”

“And instead be the assistant of a self-absorbed CEO that can’t be bothered to get his own soy latte?” You snort, Sukuna gives you a toothy grin, watching you place you drink next to his on the coffee table. “I lived in a small town with my godmother who was..protective per say.” You start, “Ironically enough, she ran a small boxing club too – but it was passed down to her by her late husband.” Sukuna watches you carefully as you speak, “She knew I wanted to venture out into the city one day, so she taught me how to defend myself to be safe.” You breathe out, looking down as you fiddle with your fingers on your lap, “It’s funny..to think that would be enough.” you mutter.

“You don’t believe you feel safe as long as you know how to defend yourself?”

“Do you?” You ask back as you look at him, seeing him curiously gaze at you. “I doubt anyone would want to test that given what I do for a living.” Sukuna chuckles.

“But even if you weren’t a boxer, it’s still easy for you to say – you’re a man.” You point out, “When you’re a woman, you can go beyond the imaginary to protect yourself, but nothing ever seems enough.”

“How so?”

You gulp quietly, “Because we’re born into a world where we’re picked on as prey. We’re only treated as incubators to bear another generation of men who’ll just continue the cycle of abuse.” You explain, your eyes bore into his, almost sadly as you finish off, “The world will never be safe for a woman, not as long as it’s led by a man.” You take note of his lack of speech, your cheeks heating up as he looks at you with an unreadable expression, “I’m sorry. I was rambling, wasn’t I?”

“No..not at all.” Sukuna disagrees with a shake of his head, “You gave me a new perspective that I didn’t consider before. You’re smarter than I gave you credit for, [Name].”

“Smarter than collecting suits and scheduling meetings?” The corner of your lips curve into a playful smirk, Sukuna mirrors your expression, murmuring “cheeky” under his breath before side eyeing you while taking a sip of his drink. “Are you gonna show me?” He asks when he places his drink back. You hum quizzically, before he elaborates further, “Your self-defence techniques?”

You tsk, “In this dress? Dream on.”

“I’ll buy you a new one.”

“It cost me a pay check.”

“I’ll give you a bonus.” Sukuna deadpans immediately, not a drop of hesitation evident in his tone. You roll your eyes, standing up from your seat in defeat as he follows suit, “Hit me.” You bluntly say, almost stalling a laugh at the surprised look on his face, “Wait, that’s not what I mea–“

“It’s fine, Sukuna. It’ll be okay.” You smile. Sukuna swallows before hesitantly lifting his hand in a fist, he doesn’t swing too hard, but fast enough to try and catch you off-guard. You take a step back with one foot, your shoulder leaning back as you grip his wrist instantly and twist his arm. Sukuna smirks, “Not bad. Basic, but not bad.”

You snort, “Sorry not all of us down protein shakes and carry the title of a professional boxer.” Sukuna belts out a small chuckle at your comment, before cocking his head to the side to stare at you momentarily, his other hand suddenly grips your wrist and pulls you to his chest like a feather, before twirling you around. Your dress twists with you when your back meets his hard chest, his arm coming over to form a chokehold around your neck, but not actually forcing a hold on you. Your hands immediately grab the arm at your neck, he takes in the scent of your hair, before his lips brush against your ear, “What about now? How would you get out of this grip?” He whispers.

You breath hitches in your throat when his other hand trails up your hip, your breath shaky. “I would..uhh,” you stammer, but Sukuna only hums questioningly, his finger trailing up and down your hip, you crack your neck to the side and peer up at him through your eyelashes, seeing his orbs were already focused on yours. His face was incredibly close to you, your ass pressed completely against his crotch. When your eyes flicker to his pink lips momentarily, Sukuna immediately indulges into your lips, greedily kissing and licking into your mouth.

With your eyes fluttered shut and your lips moving simultaneously with his, you turn to face him in his hold. Your hands wrap around his neck, mushing your lips harder – closer. His hands find their way around your body, one wrapped around your waist and the other snakes up your back and to the nape of your neck, the heavy breaths from his nose causes the skin of your face to tingle. When he eagerly slips his hot tongue into your mouth, you slightly whimper against his lips, pulling away just an inch to catch your breath.

“Shh..c’mere, c’mere, c’mere.” Sukuna whispers, your noses still brushing, his hands come up to cradle your face. “Don’t run away from me.” He murmurs, pecking your lips a few times before fully losing himself into the kiss, his tongue back into your mouth as the the sounds of lips smacking resume. You push your chest against his, closing the distance as your tongues dance in each other’s maws. You cradle his face in your small hands, but he winces against your lips when you accidentally brush against a healing scratch on his cheekbone from his fight last night. “Sorry..” you giggle quietly against his mouth, Sukuna only smiles into your mouth tenderly before diving in for another kiss.

His hand creeps up behind your back again, reaching the zipper of your dress and slowly pulling it down. Your off-shoulder sleeves drop to your elbows, feeling the tight fabric around your waist loosen up. Sukuna pulls away from your lips with a small gasp, watching the way your dress pooled to your feet and revealing the swell of your naked breasts that morphed into your stomach, your panties being the only clothing item left.

“So, so pretty.” He tells to himself, your face heats up at his words, before he ducks down to peck your lips a few time. “My pretty girl.” He murmurs against your lips, moving down to your neck and prepping butterfly kisses to your skin. You sigh out in content, before your hands reach down to unbuckle his belt, eagerly removing it from his trousers as he gave your earlobe a small tug with his teeth. “I want you.” He confesses with a heavy breath when he pulls away from your neck, his eyes bore into yours rather than your naked chest. “Do you want me?” he asks.

You blink, swallowing hard. Your head was spinning and your heart was pounding in your chest – unsure whether if it was the alcohol, or Sukuna’s kisses or the smell of his Tom Ford cologne that invaded your nostrils or just him in general. You can only nod eagerly, before pulling him from his collar into another feverish kiss.

2:38 AM

You never got to appreciate the city skyline at night. To be fair, your one bedroom apartment in a relatively cheap neighbourhood only provided a view that consisted of rooftops belonging to the surrounding buildings and the neon sign of the corner shop you often bought your late night snacks from.

And you found it really hard to appreciate it now when there’s someone pounding into you from behind.

Your palms are placed flat on the window wall, the quick pants that escape your lips form a mist on the glass, your breasts pressed against it. Sukuna’s hands grip your waist tightly from behind, his eyes focusing on the way your waist curves into your round ass, your cheeks jiggling with every thrust. “I wanted this for so long.” He groans out, burying his face into your neck as he takes in the scent of your hair. The front of his thighs slam against the back of yours as he penetrates his cock in and out of you rapidly. You only manage to whimper in response, letting out a particularly loud moan when the head of his cock kisses your sweet spot.

You see his reflection from the window as he screws his eyes shut, grunting into your ear as his breath fans your neck, his shell-pink hair tickling your skin. “Always wearing that fucking skirt around me,” He hisses into your ear, your arm abruptly stretches behind you to reach the hand gripping your waist when he plunges into you harder. “Only to leave me rock hard – all alone in my room while I fist my cock to the thought of this.” He grits his teeth, his fingers digging into your bone.

“S-Sukuna..” You mewl, throwing your head back onto his shoulder. He straightens your back, pulling you off the window as his calloused hands move from your waist to sneak under your armpits and grip your breasts, kneading the flesh and squeezing your nipples between his fingertips. “You look so sexy right now, god.” He expresses with desire, his chocolate brown eyes bore into yours through the reflection of the window as he slows down his thrusts, making you whine in response as you began to grind your hips back for more. “Harder–“ you moan desperately, “Stop teasing and fuck me harder.”

Sukuna curses in your ear, bending you again and pulling your ass close to him with his hands gripping the sides of your hips. Your right cheek squishes against the glass this time, a drop of your saliva trickles down onto your chin as your hands place themselves against the window for leverage, Sukuna plants his feet on the small step in front of the window, before withdrawing his cock all the way to the tip and slamming his whole length back into you. Your warm, gummy walls hug his thick cock graciously, his thrusts rapid and hard – not leaving a spot inside of you untouched.

“Tell me how I feel, baby.” You hear Sukuna pant out. Your breath catches in your throat as you attempt to speak, gasping before you manage to utter out, “Good, so good, Sukuna. Please don’t stop.” Your begging has him gripping your hips tightly, knuckles flushed white as you clench around him.

“I’m close,” You whimper, making Sukuna bend over to your ear, his hard chest against your back as he rams into you. “Yeah? You wanna cum?” He pants, you only nod in response as you screw your eyes shut. You gasp in shock once his hand reaches down your navel and to your clit, his two digits rubbing circles on your sensitive clitoris and edging you to your orgasm, “M’gonna–“ you could barely finish your sentence before the feeling of pleasure washed over your shaking body. Your eyes snap open with a high pitched moan, the first thing you see are the small specks of white stars littering the night sky, ironically resembling the sensation between your legs as you come undone around him.

You’re starting to like watching the city skyline a lot more than you think you do.

3:16AM

The maroon lipstick that you had applied with precision hours ago for the evening had faded away with time; since you find yourself in between Sukuna’s legs with your knees flat on the carpet, your lips stretching around his veiny girth.

Sukuna brushes a strand of hair behind your ear, his lips forming a small gap with his cock in your mouth. He’s seated at the foot of the bed, his free hand gripping the white sheets into his fist as your doe eyes peer up at him through your lashes, a shuddered breath leaves his pink lips once you flatten your tongue against the underside of his cock and began to bob your head slowly. “Shit..” Sukuna mutters, throwing his head back and fluttering his eyes closed, you pull your lips away to the tip of his cock to give his head a hard suck, flicking your tongue against his frenulum before taking him into your mouth again.

Your nose uncomfortably brushes against his pubic hair once you reach his pelvis, your hand fondling with his gonads. Your jaw begins to ache from having his cock in your mouth for so long, making you pull away with a small gasp to catch your breath. A thick string of both your saliva and his cum stays connected between your lips and the tip of his cock, before it snaps and lands on your chin, the fluid trickling down to the valley of your breasts. His cock glistens with your spit, and you find yourself too entranced by his girth that you snap out of it when he taps the head of his cock against the side of your cheek, staining your skin with his precum as he urges you to open your mouth.

You eagerly obey his unspoken command, sticking your tongue out as you take him whole again, swirling your tongue as you drool all over his cock. Sukuna’s thumb brushes over your cheekbone as you look up to him again, breath hitching in his throat as you begin to move your head up and down his cock, your cheeks hollowing as you increase your pace. The sounds of you gargling around him fill the room, making your rub your thighs together. The inside of your mouth feels warm around him, and Sukuna gives you a throaty moan and suddenly jerks into your mouth when you swallow in his cock, your throat muscles constricting around his length. The lack of air in your larynx and the sudden contact with your vulva causes you to gag around him.

Sukuna suddenly pulls you off his dick, his hands reaching underneath your armpits before pulling you into his lap. His wet cock rubs in between your asscheeks as you situate yourself on him, leaving sticky stains of your own spit across the area. Sukuna’s lips meet yours in a messy kiss, his tongue tangling with yours as he tastes himself. His hand places itself on your hip while the other lines his cock with your entrance, he nudges your pussy lips with the tip, before fully inserting himself into your warm walls.

You moan into his open mouth as your cunt swallows him whole, your walls stretching with his thick girth. Throwing your head back with an unruly whine, you place your hands on his shoulders for leverage. Sukuna’s rough hands move to the sides of your hips before gruffly speaking, “Ride my cock, baby”

You look back at him with creased eyebrows and an open mouth, your knees brushing against the sheets as you sit on his cock fully – feeling it nudge your cervix. You began to swirl your hips against his, drawing slow digits of eights with your pelvis and eliciting a hefty grunt from him with your movements. “That’s it, there’s a good girl.” Sukuna praises, that seemed to ignite something within you, because you take his encouragement to heart and began to dip on his cock vigorously. He watches your breasts bounce as you move up and down his cock with high pitched moans, your nipples hardening and begging to be played with.

Your pace slowly begins to falter tiredly after a few minutes or so, but Sukuna only praises you further, “So sweet for me, making me feel so good.” He murmurs, before hissing through clenched teeth once you dig your nails into the flesh of his shoulders – ones decorated with circled ink. You whine once you meet his gaze, lips slightly trembling as your eyes began to water. Sukuna seemed to get the hint, because his hands move to grip the flesh of your ass and he pushes you closer to his chest, his mouth wrapping your nipple as you arch your back, eyes widening into the ceiling as he rolls your hips against his – his hands on your ass.

His tongue laps over your nipple, his teeth tugging at your bud before unlatching his mouth from your chest and leaving a pool of his saliva behind. He slowly lays down on the mattress with you on top, pushing the both of you further up the bed until his feet are planted on the mattress. Sukuna begins to thrust from below you, his knees bent and your hand planted on either side of his head, your breaths mingling as your noses brush. “Wanna cum again?” Sukuna pants, his hands on your hips as he fucks into you. You can only beg at this point – beg for the release that only the man underneath you can give, “Please, please, please.”

Your own cum trickles down your thigh as you cum on his cock, letting out a mixture of what seemed to be a whine and a moan once you reach your high. Your poor hands that attempted so desperately to keep holding you up eventually give out as you bury your face into Sukuna’s neck, his thrusts slowing, but not stopping, his hand brushes the back of your skull, kissing the shell of your ear.

You can only take so much in one night, and your eyes slowly began to surrender into a deep slumber, but Sukuna has a different plan in mind.

3:57 AM

“Oh my god..!” You cried out, your hands gripping the headboard so tightly you were sure the mahogany wood would snap into half in your hand. Your mouth wide open to release large exhales and small moans as Sukuna licks into your cunt, your thighs on either side of his head while his hands wrap around the front of your thighs to push you closer against his face.

You look down to see his eyes fluttered shut as he eats you up, you can only moan and wither above him once he inserts his tongue into your hole, flicking your insides before pulling it out and dropping his tongue over his chin – wide and flat as he laps your juices up. He pauses at your clit, before wrapping his lips around it and performing a hard suction, the swirling of his tongue merciless. Your legs begin to shake around him, your clitoris overly sensitive from his constant assault. “Cum on my tongue,” Sukuna murmurs against your sex before kissing your inner thigh. You suddenly gasp when his teeth sinks into the flesh of your inner thigh to give rise to a small love bite. “Wanna taste you, baby.”

“Sukuna,” You whine, “I-I cant..” he doesn’t listen, only smacking down your asscheek – almost as if telling you it wasn’t up for discussion. His mouth resumes and the trill of his tongue against your clit only pushed you into a state of overwhelming pleasure that had your voice quivering, eliciting broken moans and whines from your swollen lips. You reach down to tug at the roots of his hair pleadingly, but Sukuna insists on making you cum on his tongue since his movements don’t falter for a second

You try your hardest not to clench around him as you straddle his neck, opting to roll your hips against his hot mouth. Your abdomen clenches as he continues to suck on your clit, your eyes widening as your third orgasm of the night washes over you, your cum trickling down his chin filthily. Your mouth is wide open, but nothing comes out as your breath catches in your throat.

4:23

You assumed your body would betray you at some point throughout – given you could barely feel your limbs and your throat was dry from all the noises you made. But there was something about Sukuna’s touch that only edged you on further – for every orgasm he gave you only left you yearning for more. Your lips wanted to say no, but the way your body reacted to him was completely contradictory.

This time, you were both laid on your sides on the bed, your back pressed against his chest, his face buried into your neck again. His large hand is wrapped around the inside of your knee, lifting your leg into the air as he pounded into you from behind, his thrusts unrelenting and his balls slapping against your skin. Your eyes were closed and your teeth sunk into your bottom lip as you tried to suppress a moan – for you were too tired to even utter a sound. “No, no, no, baby.” You hear Sukuna mutter from behind you, his hand brushes your hair behind your ear, prepping kisses onto your cheek, “Lemme hear you, wanna hear how you feel.”

“Baby,” You give in with a pant, “You feel so good.” You don’t realise how pornographic this felt until his hand nearly slips from your leg due to the amount of sweat that covered your bodies and made the sheets stick to you unpleasantly. But your mind barely pays attention to it due to the way it was clouded with endorphins from his thrusts. “Say you’re mine.” Sukuna grunts between shallow breaths, your skin slapping every time his cock slipped in and out of you rapidly.

“Yours, Sukuna. All yours.” You mewl, the hair on the nape of your neck stuck to your skin with sweat as Sukuna pants into your ear, his jagged breaths has your heart accelerating in your ribcage, more so when he licks a strip of your neck up to the shell of your ear from behind. He tilts your face from behind with his other hand, squishing your cheeks before his tongue glides into your mouth. You feel your leg strain uncomfortably with time, and you pleadingly grab his wrist. “Turn me over please, I wanna see you.” you breath out against his lips.

Sukuna halts his movements, dropping your leg onto the mattress before gripping your waist and flipping you to face him. His hand rests on the pillow underneath the side of your neck, while the other pulls you in closer, your breasts squished against his hard chest. You use the few seconds you have left before he resumes to his previous thrusts to catch your breath, taking the liberty to swing your leg over his waist for more access while he readjusts your positions.

You take the time to study him up close, beads of sweat littering his forehead, the tattoos that painted his face further emphasised his masculine features. Your eyes drift to the thick black lines that cross over his shoulders and near his pecks, another pair forming two strokes close to his v-line with his bellybutton in between. And then you see it – the scars inflicted from either excessive training, or perhaps from the long term abuse he had suffered at the hands of a man that wasn’t deserving of the title ‘father’. Your hand reaches to trace the marks, but Sukuna quickly grabs your wrist before you could touch him.

His cock distracts you from your current thoughts, eliciting a shocked moan from you as he begins to penetrate you harder and faster, your walls stretching and accommodating his girth – almost as if they were familiar with his length and thickness. His hand is on the leg you swung over him, his thumb brushing against the skin of your outer thigh. Your bottom lip trembles at the overstimulation, eyes watering with salty tears that threatened to spill. Your hand moves to his cheek, your eyebrows creased in pleasure as the sounds of you squelching around him drown out your cries. Sukuna presses his lips against yours in a desperate kiss, tongues messily thrashing as they fail to meet the pace of his rapid thrusts.

“Can you give me one more, baby? Can you do that for me?” He rasps in short breaths, lips brushing against yours. You only cry against his mouth, closing your eyes and trying to bury it into the pillow to muffle your sounds. “Look at me, [Name]. Look at me while I make you cum.” Sukuna croaks out, almost pleadingly, his hand comes to your cheek as you face him again, and even though your vision was cloudy with the tears that continuously streamed down your cheeks, you can still see his eyes burn with flames of lust and want.

Your jaw is slacked open and your throat muscles burn when you cry out his name like a mantra, a familiar coil swirls and tightens in your abdomen as he plunges you with his cock. “Just like that,” He urges, watching your fluids spill all over his cock and trickle to the sheets, your arousal soaked up by the fabric, “All over me.”

Sukuna continues with his thrusts, chasing his long awaited release as he pecks your lips repeatedly. “Wanna cum inside you, wanna fill this pretty cunt with my cum.” He murmurs urgently, you only loll your head and mumble unintelligibly, your body betraying you but igniting with fire one last time when you feel hot ropes of his own cum spill into you. He grunts and moans beautifully into your ear, your eyes half lidded as his thrusts slow down. He kisses you tenderly all over your face, and you can only mewl to let him know you were still there and not fucked into oblivion.

Sukuna flips on his back, pulling you with him. You instantly wrap your arm around him, cheek resting against his chest. Your ear perks up when you hear his rapid heartbeat, but can only whimper quietly once a burning sensation blooms across your legs. Sukuna continues pressing kisses onto your head, his arm wrapped around your frame. He mutters that he needs to clean you up, but you can only hum absentmindedly as you close your eyes and allow the darkness to engulf you.

5:58 AM

You don’t know how long you’ve been asleep, but you assume that it can’t be that long because when you open your eyes, you still find yourself in Sukuna’s arms. The window wall across the bed showed the navy blue sky no longer littered with stars, and you can only assume it was not too far off from sunrise. The insides of your thighs aren’t as sticky and the sheets beneath you felt new, you don’t question how you woke up in a cleaner state, because the thought diminishes when you feel his fingers trail up and down your spine, which tells you he’s also awake. You press a small kiss to his chest to let him know you were too, and Sukuna slightly stiffens at your sudden gesture, but relaxes almost immediately.

“I don’t see it.” You speak up quietly after a few moments of silence. You turn your face to look at him with your chin resting on his chest. He only hums quizzically, his other hand behind his head and his rosy hair slightly matted against his forehead, his cocoa eyes tender and loving when he looks at you. “The scars..I don’t see it.” You elaborate. Sukuna’s heart drops into his stomach, gulping when your mouth curves around the next three words. “I see you.”

His life has been tainted with blood, fractured bones and the flashing of cameras. But with you in his arms, he felt a sense of purity – serenity, as if he was cleansed by the very deep stains marked within his mind and soul. And although the scars remain visible on his skin, the ones carved in his heart have healed long before when his eyes met yours for the first time.

And so you both watch the sun bloom on the horizon, the clouds diffusing the light rays into gentle sweetness. The iris of the flame burns the beautiful blue of the sky; introducing an invitation to a new day.

A new day – with healed scars and hearts no longer tainted by the cruel world that clawed its way into two, intertwined souls.