[ ] Freak By Doja Cat; Drabble

[ ❦ ] freak by doja cat; drabble

NSFW WARNING || 18+ 

- ̗̀➛ ddlg, spitting, full nelson, some praise, overstimulation

- ̗̀➛ pairings: 

tengen x fem! reader

- ̗̀➛ summary: 

a song fic based off of Freak by Doja Cat

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬

𝐅𝐥𝐢𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐢𝐧, 𝐢’𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐞

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Shameful attraction (Part 2, BossSukunaxfem!reader) (18+ MDNI)

This is part 2 of this series, Shameful attraction. Part 1 can be found here! -> Part 1

A/N: First I wanted to say THANK YOU for the activity I received on part 1 of this already! (≧∇≦)ﾉ

( I also wanted to point out that I did my best to actually research some areas in and around Roppongi, Tokyo. The train station where reader lives, the actual time it takes to actually travel via that rail line, the price for a ticket, some of the times, etc. I took real prices that I found for things to include them into the story, trying to make it as realistic as possible. I thought it was a really fun thing to do. And now I know why Yuuji and Kugasaki were head over heels about Roppongi. Place is really amazing, and crazy expensive lol. Perfect for wealthy business man Sukuna!)

Pairings: BossSukunaxfem!reader (and also Abusive FiancéTouji)

Wordcount: 7k+

CW/TW: This story has a lot of abuse in it. (Touji is your abusive fiancé.) There are references all throughout about this behavior. Hitting, punching, name calling, degradation, putting you down, threatening you, hurting you severely, lack of care, making excuses for abuser, accepting the assault/neglect, hiding bruises etc. Please do NOT read if any of this is upsetting for you.

For THIS part specifically, CW/TW: Smut, fluff, consensual sex, sex praise, belly bulge, unprotected sex, drinking/alcohol, some light degradation (its consensual/enjoyable, reader likes it).

Disclaimer: I own nothing of JJK.

Reblongs and comments are really appreciated!!

Enjoy~ (｡･∀･)ﾉﾞ

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Thursday, 5:30 PM

Sukuna had taken you to the hotel you previously reserved after the two of you had talked a bit more and your blouse was finally dry so you could wear your own clothing again. He needed to do some work anyway from his home office to supplement not being at the actual office, and you didn't want to bother him any longer than you needed to. He told you he would pick you up around 5:30 PM to go to dinner, then after that to a bar and jazz lounge he enjoyed as it wasn't ridiculously loud and obnoxious.

It made you severely anxious, and as you sat in your hotel room, casually watching TV, you contemplated so many times to just call and cancel with him, saying you had to leave or you felt sick -which you really did, from nerves-, but that just made you more stressed to think about as well...

You made sure to take pictures of the room, yourself in the room, your outfits, and maybe doing something like holding up a couple fingers in the picture or whatever, as Touji always demanded proof of where you were, and he usually wanted you in the picture with something weird he requested. They were often repetitive, so you always kept a stockpile of them that way if you left that place for whatever reason, he could still believe you were there if he asked for a photo. It was time consuming, and ridiculous, but you knew at some point he would want to know exactly where you were, and to send proof of you in your room being his faithful little punching bag at a distance...

You hadn't brought too many clothes with you, expecting only to stay a night, and so the only other outfit you had was your only option. It was still a nice snug skirt, a bit shorter, a flattering buttoned up shirt, with a lower collar to expose more cleavage, and the same heels, it just wasn't as professional like your current outfit that was for interviews. After you had showered and gotten ready, you coated on as much makeup as possible in those select few places along your face, hoping to still hide the dark bruises on your cheeks from where Touji went off on a tantrum and struck you for something so dumb you couldn't even remember it.

Just wanting one night in a fantasy land was all you were hoping for, nothing more. You knew you couldn't pursue this, shouldn't pursue this. It wouldn't end well. You felt Sukuna was far from abusive, but you were certain he liked to entertain women, and you didn't want to fall helplessly in love with someone like that, but enjoying what he wanted to offer you was harmless, right? Just a single night, get it out of your system, then you'd have to face reality again...its what you kept reminding yourself.

Walking outside of the hotel at 5:30 PM to where the pick up area was, Sukuna was standing against a car on the passenger side, leaning up against it with his arms crossed while waiting for you. "Well good evening, pretty thing." He grinned to you as you approached, and you bit your lip while looking down shyly. "I didn't bring much with me, I hope I'm dressed up enough?"

"You look perfect, doll." He gently took hold of your chin with his index finger and thumb, lifting your head and your breath seized in your throat at his touch. "Come on, don't be shy and don't hide that pretty face by looking down."

Looking at him in his eyes as he gave you a comforting smile, you felt your heart skip a beat and your throat burn with the sudden urge to cry. This, this was an awful idea, you knew you shouldn't have agreed to this...

This one night, it wasn't going to be enough...

Letting go of your face gently he turned and opened the passenger side door for you, holding your hand so you could sit down into the seat comfortably and you looked around for a moment curiously as he shut the door.

"Is, this a different car?" you laughed awkwardly as he got in, realizing this didn't look similar to the car he dropped you off in.

"Yeah, the other one is just for work mostly if I have to travel far or meet with another company branch, but, I like this one more for doing what I want to do." he chuckled while getting ready to drive.

"What is this one? I wont lie it looks really cool."

"Its the R8 Audi Spyder, actually just bought it a few months ago."

Yeah, it was one of the newer cars that recently came out, and you knew it most likely wasn't cheap...his business car was a BMW of sorts, and you couldn't resist snooping the price of it online, only to realize it was ¥14,100,000 ($125,520.06/€ 109,514.70 ). And if this one was his fun car, you could only imagine how expensive it was. You couldn't resist giving a little laugh...you could just barely afford a train ticket for daily commutes, neither you nor Touji owning a car, and Sukuna had two, just for himself, one of them just for fun...

For dinner he took you to a restaurant called Shunbou, and you felt extremely out of place when you walked in with him. Everyone that was in there just gleamed with wealth and success in their life, and you felt like a lowly peasant in their presence who would surely be frowned upon if they knew just how broke and pathetic your life really was. Seeing your nervousness, Sukuna lightly placed a hand around your waist, his fingertips gently guiding you along side of him, keeping you close so you could feel welcome and wanted here with him. He knew you didn't have a lot of money, which is why he couldn't resist letting you experience something like this at least once. You'd be more appreciative than the harlots, that's for sure.

The menu was just as threatening as you looked over it, not knowing meals could even cost this much. How were you supposed to choose something when the prices for a single dish were more than you'd spend on a whole weeks worth of food. The server had suggested something from the chefs recommendation section on the menu, and the tiniest and cheapest thing on there was still a baffling amount of money to you.

Seeing you struggle with picking something, knowing you were bent over the prices, Sukuna had asked the server what he personally would recommend, and he said the grilled Hida Beef sukiyaki, cooked via hotpot at the table, was a favorite among a lot of other patrons. It was ¥14,300 ($125.30/€111.06), for a single dish... Sukuna gestured if that would be something you'd like, and you hesitantly nodded, keeping your head down. It almost felt like you were stealing...

Your date picked something more expensive, to not make you feel like you were going to cost more than him, and he also requested one of their top Rosé Champagnes, not disclosing the price with you, but it was around ¥165,000 ($1445.77/€1281.69) per bottle.

"S-Sukuna, you really didn't have to take me to someplace like this, I'd be fine just eating some street food, honestly."

He chuckled humorously while placing his elbow onto the table and his chin atop his knuckles, looking at you like how he did back in his apartment. "Look...I'm not in the interest of boasting to you, but this costs nothing to me. I won't even notice it from my bank account...just enjoy yourself."

Pulling your lips inward you weakly nodded, still looking around at all of the wealth packed in here. What a life this would be...

"Well I...I really appreciate it." you smiled meekly to him and he grinned in mirth. "Of course, doll."

The meal was incredibly delicious, and just like before you did your best to eat with reserve, even though that nagging hunger in your stomach was hard to fill. You definitely enjoyed the champagne as well, having no idea how expensive it was, but you knew it couldn't have been cheap, because it tasted better than anything you've had before. He made casual conversation with you throughout the meal, just curiously asking non invasive personal questions and you tried to do the same in return.

Not letting you have any idea of the bill, Sukuna paid it and took your hand to help you up, his other hand now going back to that gentle position on your waist to comfortably guide you alongside him through the restaurant.

The second place he took you was Maduro's, that comfy bar and lounge that he mentioned earlier. They had small decadent foods to enjoy as a sort of dessert, and you had ordered a few drinks as well as Sukuna.

Before any alcohol arrived at the small table you were both sitting at in the back, Sukuna had reached his hand out to yours gently, touching your fingers with his and you looked at him curiously.

"I just want to confirm, before you drink, if you're fine staying at my place tonight?"

"Like, sleep there instead of the hotel? I wouldn't want to impose on you and-"

His humored laugh at your innocence halted your words and you shook your head lightly in misunderstanding.

"I'll be blunt then, do you want to get laid tonight?"

You nearly choked on the air you were breathing when he spoke, and your heart beat was already pounding so hard you could hear it in your ears. "W-what??"

"Doesn't bother me either way, don't feel that you have to oblige, its not a requirement for dinner. I just want to know now before you drink, so incase you say something you don't intend from the alcohol, I'll know what you really wanted or didn't want."

Swallowing tightly, you put a hand over your mouth, eyes widening at his words. It was bad enough you were letting him treat you to a 'date' like this, but to sleep with him? Touji would be so pissed and-.....and so what? You had already experienced this much, already frayed away from that perfect little fiancé role you tried so desperately to fill for your partner who never cared for you anyway.

What was so bad with just wanting a little taste of a luxurious life like this? Unable to even remember the last time you barely enjoyed sex, that wasn't forced on you by Touji, you couldn't help but wonder what a good time might actually feel like for once... Plus you couldn't deny how hot Sukuna was, and how you had already imagined what he could look like without a shirt on, catching that tiny peak of his tatted chest earlier when he was putting a new shirt on.

Your morality tried its hardest to convince you that being faithful was still the best plan of action, that you were always a good girl and did whatever you could to make Touji happy as a doting wife to-be should be like, but you snuffed it out quickly, feeling your stomach knot up with almost a sense of excitement and deviousness.

Fuck it, if there was a chance to find something to enjoy in your miserable personal life, you weren't going to pass it up.

"You know what, I'd actually love to."

Friday, 1:07 AM

Sukuna led you inside his apartment door while firmly holding your hand to make sure you wouldn't fall over from your half drunken state and you giggled while holding onto him, your hand lazily returning his grip. As soon as the door closed, you pushed yourself against his chest, dropping your purse and heels that you were holding carelessly to the floor while reaching a hand up to his shoulder as your tip toes lifted you higher so your lips could connect with his. If you didn't have some alcohol in your system right now, you knew the confidence for your actions wouldn't exist, and you desperately wanted this, needed this.

Surprised for only a moment, Sukuna let out a deep chuckle, a smirk stretching his lips as he returned your kiss, his tongue easily slipping into your mouth.

Your fingers desperately tangled into the loose fabric of his shirt on his upper arms and your eyes closed themselves as you enjoyed the taste of his tongue against yours, the scent of his cologne finding its way into your nose only to entrance you more deeply. Wrapping his arms around your waist he lifted you effortlessly up from the ground and your legs went around his hips to hold on while still keeping your lips together with his.

Your arms now draped around his neck, one hand gripping onto the back of his shirt and the other running through his pale pink hair, rustling it from its tamed back style quickly.

"Sukuna..." you whined softly as he pushed your back against the wall, pressing his firm chest into yours to hold you in place as his lips traveled down your neck, trailing kisses along the area where your elevated heartbeat was thrumming through.

The back of your head leaned against the wall, small pants of anticipation and euphoria leaving your mouth as his kisses continued to litter your skin, bringing those burning feelings into your chest you hadn't felt in so many years...

It felt so wonderful, so amazing...

He carried you into his dimly lit room, the only shimmer of light coming in was from the night city lights and your cheeks burned with that fantasy thought you had before, of making love in a scene like this from some cheesy cliché romance movie. Sukuna gently pushed you to your back onto his bed, now leaning over you with his arms on either side of your face, caging you beneath him as he claimed your lips again roughly and you moaned into his mouth with the feeling of passion you've longed for. There weren't any other sounds except for the repetitive wet connection of lips, and excited pants exhaling through both of your noses.

You've never enjoyed kissing a man so much in your life, wishing it would go on forever. His lips were so warm and soft, enveloping yours so easily and his intoxicating scent of being so close was driving you mad. He rolled his hips down into yours and you shuddered deeply in elation, his ever present erection nearly pushing through his pants. Feeling the dampness increase between your thighs, you gasped in embarrassment at Sukuna's hand reaching up under your skirt, his fingers quickly curling around the edges of the wet lacy cloth, tugging on them as if they were in the way of what he was after.

"W-wait.."

Your small voice made his head lean up to look down at you in concern and he let out a slightly frustrated grunt but not directing it as your fault. His hand quickly let go of your thong and came out from underneath your skirt, placing itself along side you like before. A heavy breath fell from his lips as he composed his arousal, trying to avoid coming off as being angry towards you, which he wasn't. "Do you not want to continue? I can stop if you want me to..." He exhaled deeply, as he definitely didn't want to stop, already swelling with arousal, his cock painfully hard and surely dripping with precum from anticipation. Having thought about this moment since you ran into him this morning, he would have been frustrated to not get to see this through.

Sukuna was certainly never asked to stop before, usually quite the opposite as most of the boring women he took home from a bar were desperately trying to get railed by any man who was even slightly in the mood. But of course he wasn't going to just assault you if you really didn't want this... Looking up at him softly you lifted a hand to his cheek and cupped it gently, forcing his brows to pinch together at your actions.

"I just...I just thought I was gonna...sneeze, didn't want to make this awkward." You shyly giggled with your lie and he chuckled in relief at your smile before claiming your lips again. No, you didn't want him to stop at all...but knowing you were still a bit buzzed, and you really didn't know this guy yet, you just wanted to see if he would stop...as Touji would never stop even if you cried and pleaded for him to. For the first time in years, you felt safe to be underneath a man in his bed. More safe with someone who was still practically a stranger than your fiancé of 7 years...

His hand returned to where it was underneath your skirt, fingers pulling your lacy thong down your excited thighs passed your knees and his palm caressed over your skin, stroking it gently, his fingertips leaving goosebumps in their wake. Leaning your head back into the blankets while he kissed your neck, sucking on sensitive areas, you let out soft yearning moans, his large hand coming up your thigh further to grip your ass, giving it a tight squeeze. You weren't entirely sure how to reciprocate most of his actions as usually you were held down against your will, but you wanted to satisfy him as well. Unfortunately you felt too embarrassed to ask, not wanting to reveal how inexperienced you actually were. A guy like him most certainly had a fair share of partners by now, judging by the way some of the women looked at him in the bar, as if they had possibly known him, their eyes almost jealous that he was seated at a table with you in the back, enjoying each others' company as you both chatted, sharing a laugh on occasion. You were able to feel their jealousy and their ever judging eyes, as if you weren't something valuable enough to earn his attention like they had previously been. His complete, undivided, attention. Those darkened eyes never strayed from you, as if you were the only one of interest in the whole bar, as if looking away for even a mere second would cause him to miss out on something important about you... The way he was touching your body and making you feel like a sacred entity ignited the love you knew you had been missing out on for years. Not that you were hoping for love with Sukuna, and you doubted that those feelings were something he would want to return to you, which was fine... But this man had shown you more respect and attentiveness in a single day compared to your entire "relationship" with Touji.

Leaning up from you and resting on his knees, Sukuna grabbed onto the bottom of his shirt and slowly lifted the fabric up over his head, your eyes trailing along every dip and rise of his muscles, some areas more highlighted than others from the lights of the city outside the large windows. You swallowed tightly while sitting up and reaching forward, allowing your fingers to trail along the dark lines that painted his skin from his chest down to his abs. Tossing his shirt to the side, Sukuna hummed in satisfaction at your touches, his hands coming forward to undo the buttons keeping your blouse together. He tilted his head to the side, kissing your lips softly while delicately exposing your body from the blouse, his hands now crawling to your back to unhook your bra. Your fingers found the markings on his shoulders, holding onto them fervently as you felt your bra come off with ease, and his large hands now cupping your breasts, squeezing them gently while he placed kisses along your jawline, as if he was hungry for your skin, enjoying the taste you had to offer.

Taking a hold of the front of his pants, you tugged on the buckle of his belt, whining playfully causing him to smirk at your actions. "What is it you want, pretty thing?" He asked quietly, moving his hands to yours to help undo his belt and front of his pants. "I want you...and whatever you can give me..." you spoke honestly, kissing his jaw while your hands ventured down into his pants, gripping onto his erect cock through his briefs, causing him to almost growl through his teeth at your touch, being almost painfully hard by now. Normally he wasn't so reserved, but neither were the forgotten harlots he's had. As much as he just wanted to flip you over onto your knees with your ass up and face into the pillows, he couldn't find the ability to do so. Exploring parts of your body was more enticing, letting his tension build with each of your tender touches to his skin in return. He enjoyed your soft sounds and small gasps, the way your eyes gleamed as he fully undressed your body, how your head would tilt back and expose your neck to allow his lips the honor of sucking on your skin in various places.

Parts of you were screaming to stop, begging you to be decent and leave what you were doing, knowing if Touji ever found out, he'd easily put you back in the hospital and most likely come after Sukuna as well. You were cheating on your fiancé, willingly opening yourself to a man you had only met earlier this day, letting him discover parts of your body that were only for Touji to claim.

But at the same time you felt extremely justified, having been denied the most basic of care and affection from someone who was supposed to be your everything. Someone you stupidly got engaged to only a couple weeks after meeting because you fell for the fairy tale romance of Prince Charming honing in on you and only you, making you the love of his life forever and ever. He promised a home and the idea of little feet running around, filling the silence with their laughter, adventures as a family, the list went on. In reality you were just one of the several girls he was seeing at the time, and you gave your innocence to him in ignorance. The only reason you were chosen as his bride to be was the fact that your family had money, and you were a very helpful girl, having a bleeding heart for anyone who needed it. Touji played you easily, getting you stuck in his never ending debt that had your name all over it, trapping you at his side. He kept putting more and more things into your name, and even if you tried to leave, just accepting your fate of never ending credit card bills, he'd find you and threaten you, dragging you back to him. He had always shoved you around but you quickly found out he wasn't kidding when he said he'd hit harder if he had to. Putting you into a coma one time and terrifying you, leaving his side became a distant thought, and you accepted your role as his property more or less...

Feeling two of Sukuna's thick fingers sliding between your sensitive folds, your mind raced back to the present, Toujis abuse being forgotten again as it wasn't anything you needed to worry about in this moment. Your sudden gasp and reddened cheeks made him carry on with his actions, gliding the pads of his fingertips back and forth, lubricating them with your slick before delving them into your desperate heat that already started to clench in want. Your hands quickly continued to help release his cock, allowing it to spring up upon freeing it from the entrapment of his pants and briefs. Catching a glimpse of it in the scattered light your eyes widened and your breath hitched, not going unnoticed by him and a hearty laugh rumbled in his throat as he always got the same reaction.

Being put back into your laying down position, Sukuna kicked off the rest of his pants and placed an arm by your head again while slowly pumping his fingers in and out of your neglected cunt, stretching open your walls to be more willing and capable of taking his thick girth when it got to that moment. He captured your lips again as they parted for your fragile moans to escape, taking in each increasing vibration as he curled his fingers inside, expertly hitting the sensitive spots to make you already start to come undone beneath him.

Feeling your walls already start to tighten around his two digits, a whine escaped your throat, ashamed to already be nearly reaching that high you haven't felt in years. Your hips moved into his fingers more and he worked his mouth down your body, kissing along your skin gently until his lips were just above your sensitive bundle of nerves, his hot breath fanning over your already puffy lips and you clench your jaw to try and silence any eager sounds from escaping.

Dragging his tongue in a long stripe up in-between your wet folds you couldn't deny the quaky moans from falling out of your lips as he ran the flattened wet muscle up to your clit, sucking on it gently. His dark eyes sought out your expressions for encouragement while looking up as he continued to stimulate your most sensitive areas, only to find your head turned and a pillow covering most your face, your hands clutching onto it desperately as if trying to hide. Were you just shy, or scared..? Though he would stop -begrudgingly- if you told him to, what if you were afraid to say anything to him? Your name left his mouth gently while he ceased his actions and your teary eyes peeked out to see his from under the pillow. "O-oh, am I not doing something I should?" Touji usually was drunk and sloppy while over you anyway, and it was just routine for you to remain still and quiet, unable to even bare the look of his face or the horrid smell of alcohol he would breathe out over you. Fear was laced in your words and his expression softened at your uncertainty. "Do you need me to stop..?" "No, no, definitely not, I just don't know what to do, I feel selfish just laying here..." His deep quiet chuckle rumbled within his chest as he tried to reassure you. "You don't have to do anything, pretty thing. Just relax and let yourself feel good." he urged while sucking onto your clit again, making your legs tremble and toes curl.

Removing his two fingers from your slicked up hole, he quickly replaced the lost contact with his tongue, prodding it as deep as he could, forcing a surprised gasp out of your lips and your fingers to tangle into his hair. Smirking as your cunt leaked out its juices around his mouth from your arousal, he lapped up any of the glossy fluids, consuming your taste as if it was a meal he had been denied of for so long.

Your chest rose and fell rapidly as your breathing became shortened and deeper, your fingers tugging at his hair and your other hand clenching onto the sheets below. Pushing his fingers back inside while giving your clit undivided attention with his mouth again made your hips jerk upwards and a cry of pleasure burst from your throat. "S-Sukuna...I..!" Coaxing your orgasm closer to you, Sukuna curled up his fingers to fervently rub into that spongy spot of tightening flesh that would soon having you coming undone. "Come on, baby...You can let it happen." He encouraged, knowing you were holding back, and suddenly added a third finger, thrusting them in and out of you quickly as your head pushed back into the pillows, back arching up as you felt that intense sensation, almost long forgotten, start to rapidly build in your lower tummy. Tears that were a mix of shame and exhilaration trailed from the corners of your eyes, hearing the squelching of your juices being smacked back against your skin as Sukunas hand moved, pumping his fingers more fervently, your slick flowing down his hand to his wrist.

Once his mouth came back to your clit, he hummed in satisfaction to you becoming completely taken over by pleasure and the vibrations into the bundle of nerves sent you over the edge. Feeling your walls wrap tightly around his fingers, Sukuna thrusted them harder while kissing your inner thigh, pleasuring you further through your orgasm and you cried out loudly, your moans echoing through the otherwise quiet room as you held tightly onto his hair, riding out your intense high as if it was the first time you ever had one. "Sukuna...oh...oh my god..." your almost breathless voice came out through staggered pants, releasing his hair and placing both hands over your face. The tender kisses to the inside of your thighs made you tremble and whimper as he slowed the movements of his fingers, becoming more of a gentle caress to the inside of your pulsing heat. "My my..." he grinned in mirth when finally pulling his hand away, almost the entirety of it coated in your fluids of ecstasy.

Seeing you hide your face again behind your hands, he crawled up over your still twitching body and gently kissed the back of your hands. "Why are you hiding such a pretty face?" Your hands slowly moved down enough to uncover your eyes and his gaze held onto yours, offering his entrancing smile and a low chuckle that made you tingle. "Cause, I've never experienced that before..." you nearly whispered, letting out a heavy breath as your body finally relaxed.

His expression quickly changed to more surprised as he leaned up a bit to further the distance between your faces. "Wait, you're a virgin?"

"Oh, no I mean, it's never felt that amazing before...I didn't even know it could." Your flushed face turned to the side as you spoke. "Were you worried it wouldn't feel good then?"

Looking up at him out of the side of your eye you sighed weakly. "Worried it would feel too good."

His distinct devilish grin came across his face before he leaned down and kissed you hungrily, the taste of your own release still heavy on his lips.

"Well, allow me to show you how great you can and should feel."

The desire in his voice was exciting, and you quivered in expectancy as his hands traveled down to your still trembling thighs, pulling one up over his waist. As he covered your body with more of his, the still puffy lips were parted with the head of his length, and you swallowed tightly as it teased your entrance. Touji was a decent size, as it still hurt every time, but you were certain most of that was because you never honestly wanted it. Sukunas girth though, that was something you were worried about. Only catching a glimpse of it prior, your first thought was there was no possible way that was going to fit nicely. But, since you were so intoxicated with him already, you knew you weren't going to be able to get enough of it...

His other arm snaked it's way around your back, pulling upwards to arch your body from the bed as he slowly started to push into you, watching your face with amusement at all of the varied expressions you were making. "I'll fill you properly, pretty thing..." his eager breath fanned out across your ear as he almost growled into it, your walls tightly protesting his intrusion. "A-ah...so big..!" It felt like your breath was being shoved out from your lungs as you writhed in a mix of pain and pleasure, knowing you were being spread open farther than ever before, but reveling in the feeling of every groove being filled. "Fuck...you're just swallowing me right up..." he groaned deeply, loving the feeling of your cunt engulfing his length so tightly, and so willingly. Your labored pants and whines only fueled his desire to fill you to the hilt, and nearing the base of his cock you could feel your lower tummy being forced up from the lack of space he was giving you. A hand came to the small swell in your belly, pushing back on it teasingly as your mouth was already letting out small incoherent words, babbling about his size and how stuffed you felt, feeling like you were in a daze, not even realizing there were places in you that could be reached. "Already getting dumb on my dick?" His voice jested, letting your cunt find its moment of peace before he continued. You panted weakly and felt like you were already going to pass out, almost ashamed you were able to take his size so eagerly. It stung a little, and the pressure was intense but you wanted more of this, needed more of it. Fingertips pushing hard up into your back, Sukuna held you in place as he slowly began to thrust into you, struggling to not just let himself go at your beautiful sounds of painful satisfaction. You already seemed so fragile and broken, he didn't want to completely ruin you, at least not yet anyway...

Your breaths were short and deep each time his cock came almost all of the way out only to be pushed back into you deeply, the ache in your cunt slowly starting to dissipate, making way for feelings of unimaginable pleasure that you didn't know were possible.

Sukuna lifted himself up so he could watch the small swell in your lower belly show itself each time he shoved himself into you, loving how he was stuffing you and a smirk stretched across his face, admiring how tightly your cunt was gripping him, your lips spread far apart and covered in your own slick, starting to leave a creamy white ring around the base of his cock. "S-S'kuna..." your whimpering voice murmured between moans, reaching a hand out to hold him, to feel him even more, wanting to feel some closer connection. "Yes, doll?" He exhaled in pleasure, taking hold of your searching hand and bringing your fingers to his lips, kissing them tenderly.

Biting your bottom lip and turning your head to the side, you fought off a wave of different emotions that tried to cloud your mind, just wanting to enjoy actually feeling amazing in bed for once. This was just for sex, and enjoying the company of a man who could treat you properly...you couldn't confuse it with any type of interest beyond this...you shouldn't...

"I've n-never felt so good..!" Your fingers tightened around his, starting to feel that burning heat swell in your core again, praising his actions at how he was making your body feel. He growled in elation at your words, starting to rut into your sopping heat relentlessly, the end of his cock just barely kissing at your cervix and a scream of exhilaration left your lips, your body convulsing without your control.

Moaning like a wanton whore when Sukuna's mouth came to your right breast, he grinned in mirth against your skin, feeling your body tremble beneath him, knowing you wouldn't last long. Taking the hardened bud in between his lips, your head thrashed from side to side, feeling yourself rapidly approaching another orgasm as he sucked on your nipple fervently.

"No..! Not yet, not...y-yet!" you begged aloud, feeling your walls clench around his thick cock in an instant, unable to stop from completely coming undone so quickly, not wanting to disappoint him from being so quick to make a mess all over him. Sukuna let out a wicked laugh as he felt you reach your peak, moving a thumb to your clit, the pad of it hastily circling over the bundle of nerves to overstimulate you into your climax, enjoying your yelps and cries of unintelligible words, losing yourself so fervently.

"It's fine baby, cum all over this cock...fucking enjoy yourself..." His voice was so captivating, falling over you like honey, and your body froze up with your breath caught in your throat, feeling your cunt throb with your heartbeat as it gripped around his still thrusting cock, your orgasm tearing through you in rapture.

"I-I'm cum...I'm...c-cumming..!" Your lewd moans swiftly turned into screams, his name leaving your quivering lips repeatedly while he fucked himself into your tightened, sopping cunt, groaning with satisfaction at your intense orgasm, loving how you looked while succumbing to him. Hands gripping whatever they could find, your mouth hung open, eyes tightly shut with your brows pinched together, cheeks flushed deeply, leaning your head back into the bedding as far as it could go as your back arched higher from his grip, your legs shaking at the explosive pleasure bombarding you without restraint, he loved every bit of it, and knew in that moment he wanted more, wanted to see this again, feeling more gratification from you than anyone else he ever had so far...

"Fuck...You look so fucking beautiful like that..." his voice coated you in rewarding praise, making you shudder and moan loudly again as the aftershocks of your release still pulsed through your very being.

Your face burned red and you whined out helplessly, pushing your hands against his chest weakly as he continued to hammer into you, driving you crazy as you rode out your high. Everything was so swollen at this point that it was impossible for him to miss any sweet spots inside of you. "I c-can't...please...oh my god...t-too much!

"Oh I'm not done with you yet." sharp canines protruded from his wide grin as he pulled out of you, quickly flipping you onto your belly, making you yelp out unexpectedly. You desperately grasped onto the sheets beneath you as he jerked you up onto your knees, hips high in the air and his large hands pushing onto the small of your back.

He growled in lust before burying himself deep back into your already exhausted cunt and you howled out wildly through tears, the head of his cock now hitting mercilessly against your womb as he chased his own high, knowing he was about to be sated better than ever before.

"S-Sukuna...please...I can't!" you pleaded, head spinning with fervor as you felt like you would pass out if he carried on much longer. Ignoring your cries he grabbed onto your hair while rutting into you hard and deep, pulling more incoherent babbling from your lips as he filled you more than you thought was possible, abusing that spot of spongy flesh that was already so sensitive. Your loud moans echoed through the room, sides heaving harshly as you struggled to take him this way but fuck did it feel incredible.

"Yes you can baby...Bet I can get one more out of you..."

"N-no...it's, it's too much..!"

"You're going to...f-fuck...tell your boss no?"

Pulling back on your hair harder as he continued at an unrelenting pace, you screamed out in ecstasy towards the ceiling, blissful tears streaming down your blushing face as he reminded you he was your boss, and you loved it...he could be your boss at work and of your body, and you would submit to both so eagerly.

"N-no sir!" you rasped out, unable to resist another oncoming wave of pleasure. He reached an arm around you and quickly found your swollen clit again, circling his fingertips over it to pull another orgasm out to tear through your already over exhausted body.

"That's what I fucking thought." He snarled through clenched teeth feeling your walls grab hold of him again tightly and his pace quickly faltered before thrusting hard into your protesting cunt once more, burying his cock deep within you, thick ropes of cum painting your insides white.

You yelled out and nearly screamed as he took hold of your hips with both hands, fucking his cum deeply inside, moving faster than before while making your high carry on, your walls milking him for everything he had. A proud grin adorned his face, hearing your sounds that he was causing. You reached an arm back, your fingertips pushing against his thigh as you panted heavily, nearly seeing stars at this point, you were so overdosed on his thick cock.

"Damn..." he finally let out a deep satisfied groan, his motions slowing down, leaning over to gently kiss your lower back while slowly pulling himself out of your cunt that was dripping with your own fluids and his release. You whimpered weakly at the loss of inward contact as he grabbed onto your ass with both hands, spreading you open enough so he could look at the damage he caused. "Made quite the mess out of you." he chuckled, watching his release slowly leak out of your twitching cunt, reddened and puffy lips covered in copious amounts of your own fluids.

"Sukuna..." your voice trembled while trying to look back at him. "I'm sorry, for not letting you finish first..."

"Hm?? Why is that something you're sorry about doll?" Letting out a heavy breath as he came down from his high, hands now gently massaging your hips. "Sounds to me like you really enjoyed yourself...and that's all that matters." He chuckled, letting your hips go so you could finally fall to your side.

That's right...he's not Touji, who was really selfish in bed, and mostly took care of himself...If you came first, in the rare times he could make you cum at all, he'd be so annoyed at you for whatever reason.

Sukuna collapsed to his back next to you, running a hand through his hair while humming in satisfaction at your tired and fucked out body. Feeling sleep start to consume you, you hesitantly moved closer to him, curling against his side while resting your cheek on his chest, hoping he'd let you fall asleep like this. Just wanting to know what it felt like, for once.

He looked at you curiously for a moment, almost bewildered by your actions. Any other woman would just turn away to sleep and he'd do the same, not having any interest after he got what he wanted. Hearing you already start to snore quietly while holding onto him, he laughed lightly and pulled the blankets up over the both of you before wrapping one arm around you, caressing your skin softly with his fingertips.

There was a bit of an idea in his mind about you, seeing how timid and scared you were, not to mention the fading bruises he saw along your naked body in various places... He held his tongue about them, and just avoided placing his hands onto those areas if possible, always watching your expression to make sure you weren't in any real pain that wasn't enjoyable.

Feeling your warm body deeply relax against him, he sighed quietly and closed his eyes, letting himself relax to sleep as well, finally realizing how sated he could actually feel with someone for once...

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𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘪 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘮 - (sukuna x reader angst)

lover of mine, i never said those words as clear as i meant to. thank you for your smiles, for your heart. let me remember your last face like a loving one, and not of you in death.

summary: you see him a handful of times down by the river, washing off the bloodstains from his clothing and hands. you wonder to yourself how he could look so human in such a monstrous act. once he see's you he can't get you rid of his mind.

paring: sukuna x f!reader

genre: angst, soft love, little fluff

warnings: blood, gruesome death, talks of sex and taking virginity

word count: 7k+

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"Do you intend on staring the entire time?"

The hair on your neck rose, your breath catching in your throat as you hear him call out.

Surely he couldn't have seen you. You had tried to hide decently well into the background of the forest.

"Your act of concealment is rather pitiful, you know." His voice disparaged you once more, and from the sliver of opening the bushes allowed you saw him look over his shoulder, staring directly at you as he raised an eyebrow.

"Come out, human." You for the first time you hear the real command in his voice, the one that terrified the men in your village, the ones who came back from battle and laid awake at night with it echoing in the solitude of their minds.

You gave it a couple seconds, and when you saw him vanish from the spot he had been near the river bank you panicked, looking around everywhere to see where he had gone.

You felt a rush of air wisp behind you, and you whipped your head around to see a large hand circle around your throat, long, claw-like nails digging into your skin as he effortlessly raised you from the ground.

You felt the voice in your head mock you for your stupidity, the idea alone of spying on the curse everybody feared an idiotic idea. But you were curious, too curious for your own good, and the first time you saw him you were fascinated.

Here he seemed like the monster everybody made him out to be. Blood from his previous victims splattered across his face, red eyes boring into yours as he assessed the person in front of him, large muscles flexing as he turned you around, gawking at you like an animal in a cage.

But the first time you saw him, he drew you in, and perhaps that would be the sole reason for your demise. The sun shone shined splendidly that day, reflecting off the water beneath him, his skin shining bright as he delicately cleaned his dirtied clothes in peace.

You hadn't meant to run into him that day, but you couldn't rest seeing him act so human, so normally, after every rumor, you had heard.

You now wish you had listened to them.

"You've been here before, haven't you?" He cocked his head to the side, eyebrow perched as you meekly grabbed at his hand, begging him to loosen his grip.

His eyes trailed down to your gaping mouth, eyes widening with the lack of air, and his grip loosed, dropping you roughly to the ground, giving you a couple of seconds to failingly come up on your arms, coughing as you rubbed weakly at your neck, trying to ease to soreness away.

He dropped down to his knees, crouching down at your side as he waited for you to recover, in no rush as you hacked away.

"I asked you a question," He reminded you and you fearfully looked up, eyes filled with tears as you weakly nodded, your chapped lips trembling in dread.

"Is that a yes?" His lips upturned in a small and taunting smile, his sharpened teeth gleaming back at you as you gulped, clearing your throat as you tried your best to respond.

"Yes, yes," You looked at the grass beneath you, anything but the figure of death in front of you, "I have been here before, my lord."

He kept his eyes locked on yours, his look never shifting from one to the other, keeping natural as if to frighten you even more.

Would anybody care if you had been killed out in the woods today? Would anybody come looking if you went missing?

"Is it you who's been watching me these past weeks?" He asked, and even on the ground sitting in front of you he shadowed your crumpled form, and you wiped some of the slobber from your lips before you spoke again.

"I apologize, my lord." Your fingers shook far too much, could he tell? Could he see that your blood was freezing under your skin?

"May I ask what's intrigued you so much to return?" You feel this breath on your cheeks, his nose close to yours as he leaned in, the air in your lungs seizing as you held it all to yourself.

Your fingers itched to grab the small bundle you had brought with you, the one you had failed to give these past weeks.

He watched the movement, his eyes quickly darting over to the small package concealed in a piece of dirtied cloth.

"Is this yours?" He reached over and grabbed it, examining its shabby shape as you meekly nodded once more, your mouth too dry to give him a proper response.

He glanced back over to you, truly studying you. Your clothes were dirty, mud and dirt clinging to your skin, holes littering the soles of your shoes. Your hair was clumped together and nails were outgrown from their beds.

He had been familiarized with the nearby village, having ransacked it multiple times. He knew the women well, their appearances were far more important than anything else. If you were from there it was obvious you were one of their outcasts, if the skin clinging to your bones would say anything.

He kept an eye on you as you coughed again, blood specking the palm of your hand as you wiped it on your pants, embarrassed and more honestly terrified to look at him, opting to gape at the ground.

He turned the lump of fabric around in his hand, weighing it and sniffing it as if to sense what was inside. A foul smell flew under his nose, and he winced as he quickly went to open it, his inquisitiveness taking over.

The fabric was flimsy and wasn't tied hard enough, falling away as he peeled it back.

Small tomatoes and pieces of lettuce tumbled out, some parts of them molded as they fell to his feet.

"I apologize, my lord, they are not of the best quality." You explained and he scoffed, taking the small vegetables and squishing it between his fingers, turning back to you as he took you by the collar, lifting it up so that you would be face to face with him.

"Were those for me?" His head tilted again, a small pout overtaking his smile as he watched you struggle to come up with words to say.

"Have you been watching me these past few weeks just to give me rotten vegetables?"

He watched in clear amusement as you sniffled, your eyes squeezed shut as you nodded, hands quivering as you kept them balled by your side.

"Did that really sound like a good idea to you?" His grip on your collar tightened, and you gasp as he lifted you once more, your feet dangling as you tried to get back down.

Sukuna looked at you, the tears welling in your eyes, the tomatoes, and lettuce as his feet looking back up at him as he strangled you, your fingers weakling attempting to grab at his clenching fists.

"I'm s-sorry," You choked out, "It's all I h-had." Some bloodied spit landed on his face and he grimaced, dropping you immediately to wipe it off.

You couldn't muster up a groan as you felt your ankle crack from the pressure, only having enough strength to try to crawl away.

This isn't how you wanted to die, not alone and at the hands of the curse of death himself. Not when you wanted to see the countryside, to sail in those things they called ships. Not on the ground of a forest, you stumbled upon one day, your kind heart killing you eventually.

And all Sukuna did was watch the pitiful scene, eyebrows drawing together as he saw your crumpled form sit at the stump of a tree, your ankle bent the wrong way, your eyes barely open as you went in and out of consciences.

Who were you? Surely not a girl of any importance. He would have already bedded you had you been one. You were poor, perhaps worse than that, yet you managed to bring him portions of your food.

Even in the coldest of winters, he had watched the village chief struggle to give up a third of his meals to honor him, yet an insignificant girl like you who obviously needed the wasted vegetables more than anything was offering it to him.

Should he kill you here? Make it painless? It seemed that your health was already declining, your bloody coughs enough proof for him. He'd be putting you out of your misery if he did it now.

But walking towards you, his nails turned into the claws he was so used to, kneeling down once more to your slumped form, he couldn't seem to do it.

You couldn't even lift your head to beg for your life, but you tried to bring up your fist that paled in size to his, curling it around one of his fingers as you tried to push him away.

And his nails were right there, right at the base of your throat, ready to slit, but he felt the little bit of heat as you sickly gripped him, the little tear droplets wetting his skin as he retracted his hand.

He stared at the top of your head, watching as your hand fell to your side, your body too weak to keep it up anymore.

And he grumbled to himself, saying things such that he wasn't fucking enough people and his mind was going crazy, cupping your knees as he lifted you gently up, supporting your head with the palm of his hand as he brought you back to the village.

He could have killed you even then as he was entering the gates, but you had held onto his shirt so tightly that he could barely lift his finger to do such a thing.

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You awoke in one of the alleyways, your head lolling to the side as you groaned, your bleary vision not making out many things.

Dim candlelight shone from behind you, and turning around you saw the infamous infirmary of our village, and you stumbled trying to get up, a small and quiet cry falling as you put too much weight on your ankle, gripping the sides of the walls as you tried to steady yourself.

You could barely remember the previous events of the night, but you could barely think as you pushed your way through the door, the two healers jumping in surprise as fell to the floor.

It was a small shack, barely bigger than two rooms, but you had heard many stories of all the wonders that happened inside here. A small whicker of hope ignited in your chest. Maybe they could heal your ankle, maybe even you cough?

One of them tried to help you up but your body fell to the other side, and you heard muffled talking as the two o they spoke in hushed whispers on what to do.

"She's weak, too weak, we can't do much," You made out the woman say, and something else was added but you couldn't catch it. The other one was silent for a minute before he replied.

"Just throw her out. They die anyway. We need the space for the ones who matter." And though you wanted to open your mouth and cry out for their help, that you did matter, at least you did at one point.

But no matter how hard you wanted to, you couldn't do much as they harshly lifted you by the elbows dragging you out and throwing you right back where you were.

You thudded to the ground, your already broken ankle damaged more and you felt tears of pain spring in your eyes. It was night, maybe early in the morning, and the season of fall was coming closer and closer to your village, the crisp air biting at your barley-covered skin.

You shuddered, and it took some time for you to pull yourself up, using the wall as support once more as you traveled up ahead, knowing that your shabby home wouldn't be too far away.

It was a painful journey, but you eventually tumbled into the little shack you made a while back. Three pieces of wooden plans were balanced on each other, a scrawny blanket resembling rags rested on top to protect you from the elements.

You heaved a sigh as you relaxed on the dirt floor, leaning your back gently as you reached into your pocket to grab one of the tomatoes you had saved,

But it came back empty, and you remember that they were littered on that forest floor far from where you were.

And so with an empty stomach and burning bones, you tried your best to nod off to sleep.

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Months passed by and Sukuna had almost forgotten about the girl in the woods, and he had no intention of remembering her again.

He kept up with his usual routine; taking home men and women from the villages he conquered easily, fighting the pesky sorcerers that came by once in a while, and retreated back to his room once he repeated those things over and over again.

It had been a ruling winter, and even for a curse like him he had to admit the cold was biting and cruel, and he laughed at the thought of how bad it must have been for those humans.

The people who lived and served at his temple all shivered as they made him his food and cleaned the floors, but even they were spared with the walls that surrounded him.

One night, he restlessly wandered around the halls, his bare feet padding on the marble floors as he looked around, glancing out of the windows as the moon stared back restlessly at him.

He went back to his room to retrieve his robs, shrugging them on as he grabbed his sword, saying nothing as he made his way out, hungry for another village to ransack and take for his name.

It didn't take him a while until he found one, but to much dismay, he remembered the oak gates that lead into it, and if he was being honest the people weren't the best when it came to a good fuck.

Though nonetheless, he strolled through, and some of the strangers who were bundled in their own winter clothing shrieked, ducking for cover as he made his way through.

The snow that fell from the sky did nothing to him, but it littered the ground in a stark white, and it crunched under his feet as he made his way to the brothel house he had been familiarized with so long ago.

As he entered the women who had been at the front jumped up, their faces pailing as he towered over them, looking around for a couple of people he intended to bring back to his temple.

He looked for another while, some faces familiar but others not so much as he pointed to them silently, and they knew what it meant as they stepped forward, not looking him in the eye as they feared it would get them killed.

The ordeal didn't last for long, and as he left, the chosen ones took it as a sign to trek behind him, worriedly looking at each other.

He made his way out, some spectators washing wordlessly from their windows as he passed by.

Sukuna paused when he heard hurried footsteps from behind him, and a small body thumped down in front of him, the person on their hands and knees as they shuddered from the winter winds.

"My lord! It is an honor having you here! Please," The village chief shakily looked up, wincing when he saw the curse looking down at him with interest, "I have even better women if you so desire! Men, if you want! These ones are cheap, nothing like the best we offer!" The man knew well that if Sukuna was displeased he could very well take that upon his village, head heard the rumors.

Sukuna looked at the ones he had picked, their fur coats clinging to their skins as they looked down, and then to the large hut the chief lived at.

"Show me them." He ordered, and the little man jumped up, bowing as he lead Sukuna to the destination, leaving the other women stranded as they went in search of others.

It was a quiet walk, and Sukuna preferred that over the mousey man speaking his head off.

They were nearly there when Sukuna saw a flash of color, something that had stuck in his mind no matter how hard he had tried to get rid of it.

He narrowed his eyes, seeing a slumped figure curled at the wall, their legs brought up to their chest as they slept.

He wished deep inside that the person was only asleep, and nothing worse.

He strayed away from the man as he went towards them, crouching down as he sat in front of the person, lifting their chin up with his forefinger as he came in view with a familiar face.

The girl in the woods, the one with the rotten vegetables.

Your cheeks had cuts on them, some fresh, some old. Your ankle, the one he remembered being badly broken, was still at an odd angle, though he recalled clearly that he had dropped you off at the infirmary to get it taken care of.

He ran his thumb across your skin, and to no surprise, you were freezing to the touch. Your shredded clothing doing barely anything to help you from the cold.

He raised two fingers to the pulse point at your neck, and somewhere in him relaxed when he found one.

The fingers that so weakly grabbed your knees were shaking fervently, and he took off his robe as he draped it across your shoulders.

"This one is barely alive, my lord, you can kill her if you wish," The man peeped from the corner and Sukuna had to control himself not to kill him in front of you.

"I promise that the ones I have to show you are much, much better than her!" He chuckled awkwardly as Sukuna sat still, his fingers gingerly gripping your chin as he tried to coax you to wake up.

"One of my men was supposed to get rid of her the past fortnight, it seems that he forgot," He muttered mostly to himself, his nose wrinkling from your stench.

"It's vermin like this that must be rid of!" He said fiercely, almost comically, and Sukuna's hold on your arm tightened as he gently tried to wake you up to no avail.

You were alive, he told himself, you had to be.

"My lord, it must not be comfortable for you in this cold, come and-" He could barely finish his sentence before Sukuna had slit his throat, his body dropping to the floor as he tried to stop the bleeding.

The ground beneath him stained red, but all Sukuna could care about was getting to you, a strange urge overtaking him as he spoke to you in a quiet tone.

"Can you open your eyes?" He whispered, a strange thing for him, but he hoped that it would get you to wake up.

You shivered quietly, your lips and teeth trembling against each other as you slowly shook your head, but that much let him sigh in relief, running his thumb across your cheek as he supported your head in his hand.

"Can you try?" His red eyes focused on the way your bruised eye twitched, but slowly you creaked open your other one, and his chest eased.

"There you go," He coaxed, going on his knees as he carefully picked you up, just as he had done that day, wrapping the robe around you tighter and you shifted into the warmth he offered.

You were so light he feared he'd break you, but you seemed appreciative of the help, curling in his arms as you tried to hide the skin left without any clothing covered with your hands.

Your bones poked out from underneath your skin, and for once in his lifetime Sukuna was terrified of the fact that they would break through.

"Do you remember me?" He asked as he walked out of the village, ignoring the shocked gasps and the murmured voices as they saw you in his arms.

You barely nodded, but you gripped onto the fabric covering his torso, and his gaze softened, shocking him and perhaps the world around.

"What is your name?" He tried to keep his nails away from your fragile skin in fear of cutting you, and he had to lean his head down to hear your faint voice.

"Y-y," You gulped for some air, "Y/n." And Sukuna had never been happier to hear a sound, your voice easing the worries he had of you being dead, and he walked faster towards his temple.

"Do you prefer anything to eat?" He looked at your skeletal body and you tried to shrug, but it was too difficult so you just stayed limp.

"Soup," You attempted to say but you coughed, trying to cover your mouth with your fist, and Sukuna saw the specks of blood that sprayed your skin.

"Soup," he nodded to himself, "Is that all?" He had left the village now and was nearing his temple.

"Yes," You muttered softly, "My teeth," You paused to cough, "They do not work well anymore." Sukuna shifted his hold on your head, his hands tightening their grip on you as he went uphill.

Why did his chest hurt so much? Why did it feel like guilt was eating him alive? What were you doing to him?

When he entered through the double doors an influx of maids came rushing in, ready to prep the men and women he had selected only to be met with a frail girl curled into the massive curses chest.

They looked uncertainly at each other as he moved past them, turning the corner to move through the halls, stopping at his door as he pushed it open.

Inside he saw his two most trusted servants, and they rushed towards him, taking you from his arms as they brought you to the bath.

"Be careful with her," He warned, his tone wavering when he heard you whimper, "Anything and I'll crack your skulls under my feet." The two women fervently nodded, handling you with more care as they lead you to the separate rooms.

Sukuna watched as it all happened.

What was he doing?

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Once you had been washed through and properly helped by one of his healers, they lead you to the dining hall, and you still had to blink and repeat to yourself what was happening to keep yourself from going insane.

They sat you in a chair, a random hand placing a steaming bowl in front of you as they left you to eat.

You quite frankly had no idea what happened in the past hour, but it had been a while since you had been in the comfort of a home with food in front of you, and so you put it past yourself as you began to bring a shaky hand to grasp the spoon.

Your arms were too weak from weeks of barely any use, and you had brought the spoon close to your mouth only to lose grasp of it and spill it on yourself.

You heard some noise around you, and you slowly glanced around you, the women who helped clean you covering their mouths with their hands as their shoulders shook, soft giggles spilling from their lips as they watched you attempt to eat the soup.

Embarrassment took over your senses, but you found a napkin near your left and patted your robes, trying to get the stains off.

Going to grab the spoon again, you gave yourself a couple of seconds to flex your hand before you brought it up to your lips. You had put it in but the heat of it you were unprepared for, and you spit it out quickly from your mouth before it burnt the rest of your tongue.

The snickering from around you only got louder, and you had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from crying in humiliation.

You should have blown on it, you told yourself, but it had been so long since you had actually had something warmed up that it must have slipped your mind.

You dabbed the table with the napkin to clean up some of the stains, and the silence around you should have told you that there was a change in atmosphere, but you only realized that when you felt a looming figure behind you.

"Is everything alright?"

His voice you remembered well. It was deep, ominous, but it also calmed you down. For it had been he who saved you from the bitter cold and nobody else.

You quickly dropped to your knees, albeit, slowly from how undernourished you were, kissing his feet as you kept your face hidden.

"My lord," Your hands shook, "Thank you, bless you, thank you, I cannot express my gratitude. I will do anything you ask, I am in your debt forever, my lord..." You rambled on but stopped when you felt a strong force tugging you up by the arm.

"Enough of this," He clicked his tongue as he pushed you back in the chair, and you huffed out a cough when he pulled out the chair diagonal from you, his fingers webbed with each other as he stared at you.

"Aren't you going to eat?" He asked, his eyebrow cocked upwards and you gave him a swift nod, your shaky hands back at trying to grab the spoon, but from the fear of being watched by him, it slipped out of your hold once more and fell in the soup, splattering even more across your clothing.

The soft laughter from the women could be heard, and you looked at them from the corner of your eyes, chest sinking with onslaught discomfiture as the most powerful curse in creation watched you struggle to pick up a spoon.

"I apologize, my lord," Your boney fingers went to clutch it again, and you opted to just close your fist around it as you dipped it in, bringing your face close to it as you gently blew on the steam, bringing it to your mouth as you let it slip down your throat.

It had been so, so long since you had eaten something like this. Tears sprung in your eyes and you had no power over them as you quickly shoveled more into your mouth, not caring anymore how hot it was for your stomach kept begging for it.

Unbeknownst to you, Sukuna looked back from you to the two giggling maids, aggravation creeping in on him as he watched them laugh at you hungrily eating your meal.

"....like a wild animal," One of the girls whispered to the other and they snickered, having to seal their mouths shut when they caught Sukuna's eye.

You couldn't listen to them anymore through your rumbling stomach, but you stopped every once and while to grab the piece of bread laid out to your side, biting into it quickly as you chewed.

You had forgotten about your loose tooth, and as you chewed you heard a crack and before you knew it the small tooth tumbled out of your mouth and onto the table.

You quickly grabbed the napkin, holding it up to your gums to stop the onslaught of bleeding, but from the gasp of disgust to the clacking of your spoon against the oak table distracted you and the bloody napkin fell from your hand.

You quickly stood up, trying to find another napkin, but there was nothing, so you just cupped your hand over your mouth as you looked around for any help.

He was going to kill you here, you told yourself as you watched Sukuna stand up from his chair, a pall cast over his face as he made his way to you, he's disgusted by me.

His hand was nearing your body and you wrung your eyes shut, ready for his talons to slash through your skin, but you only felt calloused fingers grips your shoulder, leading you out of the room as he took you somewhere else.

He silently took you into another room, shutting the door quickly behind him as he ordered the servants inside to fetch him a pitcher of water and gauze.

Your hand never left your mouth, even as the blood poured out of it in fear of what he would do, but the kindness in his hold on your elbow startled you.

The servants cast each other looks as they brought him the things he asked for, and they watched observantly from the doorway as he ordered them out.

He dunks the gauze strips in the water, writing it back in the pitcher as he brought it to your face.

You still kept your hand there, but he gently grasped it, bringing it away from your face as he placed the gauze where your tooth used to be.

He could tell that you were missing other ones, and he noted to himself to only serve you softer food from now on.

Your hand laid in your lap, and you just shut your eyes as you let the curse do whatever he wanted, his fingers holding your mouth open as he gingerly dabbed the wound to stop the bleeding.

"Does it hurt badly?" He asked when he finished, the gauzes never coming back bloody as he poured you a cup of water, observing you intently as you shook your head.

"No, my lord, I am okay. I apologize for the inconvenience. I did not mean for it to happen."

Of course, you didn't, he wanted to say.

"Are any of your other teeth lose?"He asked and you nodded slowly, not opening your mouth despite the fact that he had already seen the ones you lost.

"How many?" He had never asked so many questions in the span of one night, but Sukuna needed to know. You should have been healed by his healer.

you counted in your head, running your tongue around and noting the ones that were about to fall, and kept your head down as you spoke.

"Three more, my lord." In addition to ones already gone that would make an eventual eight.

He shut his eyes thinking. He didn't say anything for a while, and you looked around the four walls as he thought silently to himself.

There was a bed in the corner, and it had been the first time in years you had seen one. It seemed benign; as if you'd float if you were to sleep on it.

"I'll have the healer look at you once again tomorrow," He concluded and all you could do was silently agree, not knowing what else to do.

He noticed your wandering eyes, how they seemed stuck on the object being him, and he glanced back at the small servants' bed.

"Are you tired? Do you want to sleep?" Oh, how you longed to sleep. You had been sleeping all these past few weeks, but it wasn't really sleeping. You were getting closer and closer to death, but all you could do was shut your eyes and hope that it came peacefully.

"It's no worries, my lord, I can sleep right where I am," You assured him, patting the chair as you tried to relax into it but his eyebrows scrunched up in confusion at your worries.

"Nonsense. Come with me," He walked towards the door, and your eyes shot open, not having enough time to get out and follow him as he paced much more quickly than you did.

He lead you through a maze of halls, and it wasn't long before you stopped in front of another door, much similar to the others.

He opened it and you had to hold your chest at the view that lay before you.

A massive bed, much bigger than your body sat in the middle. It was so big that you felt your inner child scream in delight at the sight. Was this even possible? It was unfair to have such a bed so big when you would only take up a fourth of it.

"You sleep here. Any issues and you tell one of the maids, understood?"

You quickly nodded, finger itching to feel the blanket, something you had lost the feeling of after a while.

"Yes, my lord. I understand."

And Sukuna stuttered to speak. He never did before. But how could he not when under the look of your kind eyes, the toothy smile that made its way across your beautiful face that could light up galaxies to come?

How could he not when his heart hammered so tightly in the limited space of his ribcage?

---

Everybody would raise their silent questions, but they would be answered when the curse made his way back home, covered in blood and mud, back to your room, knocking before he entered.

"What are you doing?" He'd ask one day, watching you in the corner of the room, using a small knife to nick away at a block of wood.

You looked up, a small smile making its way on your face, the same one that made him forget who he was before you answered him back.

"I'm making sculptures, see," You turned your chair around so that your table came more in view.

All along the top, he saw little things, a wooden flower, a little horse. Each was delicately made, and seeing how you grinned at them he could only bet that you had made them.

"What for?" He walked over to you, examining the little pieces before he placed them back down.

"The maids, the servants. They have helped me so much, that I wanted to give them something back." You explained, and Sukuna felt him smile at your words.

"Of course, I'll make you one once these are all done with," You quickly added, worried it would have offended him due to his extended hospitality.

He glanced at the little bird you had made, turning it around in his hand as he placed it in his pocket, looking at you for permission even though you wouldn't have said anything to disagree.

"I can make a bigger one if you want, my lord. I can make a bear, or an owl, that one has a small dent in it." You brought out another slab of wood, ready to carve whatever he requested, but he just shrugged.

"This one will do."

"Oh, well, alright, if you say so," You chewed on your bottom lip, worried that it would break easily.

He gripped your chin in his fingers as he lifted your face up to his, his thumb near your cheeks as his breath fanned over your skin.

"My lord?"

Your breathing stopped, your eyes staring back at his. He was beautiful, you thought to yourself. How could he not be? His red eyes were so enticing, the tattoos that littered his skin adding to his persona.

"Thank you," He breathed out, and you tilted your head to the side, a questioning smile growing on your lips.

"For what, my lord? The statue was small, I can do much better, I promise-" He shook his head, falling down on his knees so that he wouldn't tower so much over you.

"For the food, you had brought me that one day. I was unaware. Thank you." You tried to think back on what he was referring to, and your mind brought you back to the tomatoes and lettuce you had laid out for him, and you laughed gently at it.

"They were rotten, it was barely anything." You leaned your face deeper in his hold, not knowing what you were doing but enjoying the softness his palm felt on your skin.

"I still appreciate it, Y/n, no matter what condition it was. To think I almost," He choked at the thought, your face flashing in his mind and he dropped his hand, tears pricking at his eyes.

"Of course, Sukuna, anything for you."

And this time you held his giant hand in yours, closing both hands around one as you smiled gently at him, sitting down so that he wouldn't feel alone.

"Thank you for saving me, that night, I would have died by morning if not for you." Sukuna's grip tightened, protectiveness taking over at the thought of that.

"Anything for you, Y/n, anything for you." He brought your palm to your lips as he pressed a delicate kiss to it, and your smile grew.

"I," He paused, letting you go as he took a step back, "Never mind. I'll come back soon after this mission. Stay safe, alright?"

And he left without saying anything else, leaving you alone with your running mind as he turned walked down the hall, the sword growing heavy in his hand with the added thought of having something to return to.

---

You didn't know much when it came to Sukuna, nor the kindness he showed you.

It was strange, out of ordinary, but you wouldn't complain about it when it very well saved your life.

You heard the murmurs of the people around you whenever you walked through the temple, the gazes of pity and jealousy they honed when you ate dinner with him.

You could tell that you weren't wanted, but you tried very hard to show that you weren't totally useless.

Some days you would help clean the floors and rooms, and others you'd help them cook the flood or clean the alter. They never spoke t you, only giving you glances filled with unreadable expressions, but they were never opposed to giving you most of their load.

You knew what they were doing, but you never voiced it. You were lucky to be alive, and you would do anything to pay them back.

"He doesn't love you, you know." One of the maids, Hatsu, you had come to learn, told you.

You dropped the pants you had been folding in surprise and peeked up.

"I'm sorry?" Her teeth showed when she gave you a small smile, shock overtaking her expression as she feigned worry.

"He's done this with many women, Y/n, you're not the first. You certainly won't be the last, either." She added, mumbling to herself, and your cheeks heated, shaking your head in disagreement.

"Of course he doesn't! My lord is just being," You couldn't finish that sentence for you knew it would travel around if the people heard you called the cursed kind.

"Caring? Of course, he is, Y/n, how else would he bed a virgin such as yourself. He loves them more than anything. Having his army of children is what he wants." She further explained and you felt your throat closing up the more she spoke.

"Kame, aren't I right?" She called her friend over, smiling viciously over your crestfallen face.

"That's how he is, Y/n. Naive girls, innocent ones, ones who have never been touched before. You're probably the best he's seen. What was it, the first thing you did when you saw him, cry?" Kame and Hatsu shared a grin, "No wonder he's so enthralled by you."

"H-he's never, all he's been is-"

"Devoted? Compassionate? What else would he be? Honestly, Y/n, don't you ever use that head of yours?" She flicked your forehead roughly and Kame snickered as your lips trembled.

"He kills them all afterward, too," Hastu told you, "He doesn't like them once they're ruined."

"I," you stood up shakily, chest heaving as you tried making your way out of the cleaning room, "I have to leave. Please excuse me,"

And all you could do was run out, out towards your room, lungs heavy, heart bleeding as you opened the door as quickly as you could have.

You didn't know what to do. You knew it was too good. He was too kind, too thoughtful. He was going to fuck you and then kill you, of course, he would. What use did he have with someone of your sorts, you had nothing to offer him.

He would be returning any day now, and you had to push out his kind words from your mind as you began to pack a bag, shoveling the small amount of clothing you owned, some apples you kept by your tableside to snack on.

You were in a rush as you scribbled a note to the servants, heart hammering away in fear as you flew just as quickly out the door, still putting your shoes on as you ran out the door of the temple, the mids all staring in happiness as you made your way down the hill, your running figure leaving view as you made your way into the thickness of the forest.

"Finally," Kame bumped her shoulder into Hatsu's as she made her way back in, "I was getting tired of taking care of his bitch."

---

Sukuna returned only a handful of days later, shoulder heavy with a fight, chest bruised and hands aching, but as he neared his temple his mood lightened, eyes crinkling around the corner as he returned with the thought of you in his mind.

Entering his home he was greeted with silence and the occasional stare of the maid. He picked up on their chatters but paid it no mind as he made his way quickly to the familiar door.

He had to suppress the growing smile on his face as he dug out the flowers from the pocket of his robes. They had been smashed a little on his journey back, but they were still intact nonetheless.

He knocked once, waiting to hear the voice he had been longing to hear for the past couple of weeks.

When he got no reply, he knocked once more.

"Y/n," He cleared his throat, "I am back. If you may, I have something for you."

He waited and still got no response.

Perhaps you were asleep, he thought to himself.

"I will open the door now. I have to get some things taken care of quickly, I just need to give you..." And once the door swung open he was greeted to a grizzly sight.

Your table was messy, the cabinet shelves were outdrawn, your bed was not made. He knew you were keen on riding things up, and so this was out of the ordinary. Terrifyingly so.

He found a small note on your table, but he couldn't read any of it through his blurry mind, running out as he called your name hopelessly.

"Y/n? Y/n!" He ran out, calling your name, looking wildly around as he ran down the hall, looking in every room, every corner his temple offered, but you were nowhere to be found.

"My lord," He heard one of the girls call out and he stopped, crazily looking at her through his crazed eyes and she took a step back.

"Y/n is gone, we've been looking for her this past day, we can't-"

"Why was I not told?"

His voice was so calm, so dreadfully calm that Kame took another step back.

"Hm?" He walked towards her, not caring of her please as rage overtook him, her heart coming clean out as he dropped her body like a sack on the floor, continuing his search for you as he made his way out.

For hours he ran through the forest, seeing little footprints that resembled yours but found you to no avail.

At dawn, he sank to his knees, the trees surrounding him chanting at him for his loss, for his failure, for the fact that he could only be a curse and capable of nothing else except killing.

How could he love? He was no man. He was Ryomen Sukuna, and that's all he would be known for. But he wanted you, your loving heart, your caring smile, the way you lit up his world in ways he never imagined.

And for the first time in his life, he felt tears fall from his eyes, the salty feeling biting at his cheeks as he kept looking for you through his blurred vision.

He found you once, didn't he? He'd just have to find you once more.

---

He made his way through an opening and saw the oak gates that lead to your village.

It had been days since he last went looking for you, and he was sure that this would be the place you could be. It had to be. he didn't know what to do if you weren't here.

As usual, he heard the screams of people when they saw the four-armed monster, but he ran everywhere he thought you would be, your old three wood house ruined from the last time he saw it.

And as he looked around more he stumbled into the town square, and in the middle, he saw the hanging post, people backing into their homes as he continued his search.

Sukuna was more and more lost as he looked around, ready to give up and go back in the forest when he saw a familiar flash of color.

Right there, in the middle of everybody, was you.

Your head hung down, a noose hanging from around your neck as you dangled in the air.

Time stopped as he made his way towards your body, heart stopping when he got to you.

For once, you were head to head with him without trying, but he didn't know what to do as he hung desperately to your chest, his arms encircling your waist as he held you tightly to him.

"Oh, Y/n," he muttered into your skin, your cold skin freezing his, "Oh, Y/n."

He read the sign to the side: Traitors and Killers, and he looked back at you. You were none of those things. You had never killed, and all you asked for in return was life.

Was that really a traitorous thing to ask for?

He took you down from the stand, carrying your body out of your village as he took you to the woods.

He stopped at the river, the same place he saw you for the first time and began digging your grave.

There were many things he wish he had done differently. He wished he could have told you that he would have burnt the world down for you if you asked, that you held his heart in your hands and he had no intention of asking for it back.

But he couldn't and so all he could do was place little flowers around the soil in which you lied under.

When all you were was freshly dug dirt, he turned his back and made his way back to the village.

The sun shone the day he found you died, and the moon shone even brighter when he killed them all.

Kaedehara Kazuha + Villainess (y/n) + Tomoaki + Inazuma where (y/n) has a nightmare about the day of Tomo‘s battle with the Shogun

A startled gasp was ripped out of her throat as the nightmare roused (y/n) from her deep slumber. Eyelids flying open, she scrambled to sit up on her futon and panted heavily as beads of sweat rolled down her forehead.

"Tomoaki," she shakily whispered. He hasn’t gone off to fight the shogun yet, has he? Without a second thought, she threw the blanket off her body and grabbed her haori before running out of the estate. Kazuha, who had been sleeping in the room next to hers, was woken up by the sounds she made as she left. It sounded as if she was in a hurry, panicked even, and he decided to tail her after retrieving his sword.

'Where is she going?' he thought, knitting his eyebrows together.

(Y/n) headed straight for Tenshukaku; she just needed to confirm with her own eyes that Tomoaki was not standing at the top of the steps with his sword drawn. When she arrived at the Raiden Shogun's residence, she found no signs of a duel happening. She sank to her knees in relief and couldn't hold her tears back anymore.

Tomoaki is just an NPC who's supposed to die to drive Kazuha's story forward, but she had gotten too attached to him to simply let him perish for the sake of the plot.

"(Y/n)? What are you doing here?" a familiar voice asked, making her look over her shoulder to see Tomoaki. His eyes widened when he saw that she was crying, and he was immediately by her side. "Did somebody hurt you? You're not even dressed properly- What happened?"

"Tomo..." (y/n) whispered, feeling tears brim in her eyes once again. He was genuinely confused but pretended to understand what was ailing her as he cupped her cheeks, his thumbs delicately brushing the stray tears away.

'I've never seen her so scared,' he thought.

"Tomo, promise me that you won't incite any stupid challenges. You must value your life more than anything else," (y/n) cried, surprising him.

"I promise," he replied, despite his puzzlement.

She clung to him and shook her head. "Don't make an empty promise. You have to prove that you'll keep your word."

Arching an eyebrow, he asked, "Will a kiss ease your doubts?" Before she could say anything in response, Tomoaki sealed her lips with his. (Y/n)'s eyes widened, and he moved a hand to the back of her head to keep her in place. They pulled away from each other just as Kazuha arrived at the scene.

"Did something happen?" the rounin asked, and Tomoaki shook his head.

"Lady (y/n) just fell and hurt her ankle," he answered as he swiftly lifted (y/n) princess-style, making her gasp, "Don't worry. I'll carry her back to the estate."

Kazuha quietly approached his friends while unravelling his black and red scarf. As he wrapped it around (y/n)'s neck to keep her warm, he noticed her rosy cheeks, which made him pause.

With the way Tomoaki was gazing at her as well, something must have happened between them before his intrusion.

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love-struck

pairing // Ryomen Sukuna x gn!reader

genre // fluff

wc. // 618

warnings // modern au, implied businessman!Sukuna, soft!Sukuna my love

summary // Sukuna is too smitten for his own good

notes // can you tell i have brainrot haha. i knoww i have other things to do, but i just had to put this out before it slipped my mind

He had come home from work early, claiming he was bored and didn’t feel like sitting out the day. That’s what he told you. But the real reason? He simply missed you. All he really wanted was to see you, so he clocked out early.

As soon as he walks through the door, you’re on him like a puppy who missed its owner. You tell him that you’ve missed him and that you were happy to see him home at a reasonable hour. He tries to hide the grin that creeps onto his face at seeing you so excited, but he’s unsuccessful. A tender kiss is placed on your forehead to mask his smile, before he steps into the room to change.

Your head now rests atop his bare chest, arms wrapped tightly around his waist beneath the covers, He lies there almost unbothered, though his heart was beating a little quicker than usual. Your affection always made him giddy, he hated to admit it but it was the truth. Sukuna sighs heavily, chest rising then falling as he exhales.

“You’ve been on my hip since I got home. It’s annoying.” he lies through his teeth.

You giggle, placing a kiss on his tattooed pec.

“I’m annoying huh?”

“Yes.” he retorts as a mumble, weaving his large hand into your hair.

You nuzzle your face against his skin, enjoying the feeling of his palm cupping your head. The scent of his cologne still lingered on his body, the pleasant smell somehow putting you at ease. Lightly, he massages your head, smiling softly to himself.

Very rarely did ever say he loved you, it made him feel vulnerable. You, on the other hand, would say it all the time, having to force the reciprocation out of him. He’d never be able to put into words how much he loved you. It almost hindered his pride to even admit it to himself, yet he could feel his heart grow warm at the mere thought of you; his love for you was as clear as day.

Sukuna sighs again when you drape a leg over his. Your body was flush against his, his other hand holding your hip to hold you close. You could feel yourself drifting off to sleep, eyes fluttering closed as your body relaxes. They open, however, when you hear him speak.

“I love you.” he states quietly, assuming you hadn’t heard him.

Your head shoots up, lips curled into the biggest smile.

“What?”

His cheeks turn pink, eyes averting your gaze. He murmurs “nothing,” but he knows you heard him. In an excited manner, you readjust, straddling his lap and cupping his cheeks. His head faces you now, blush darkening and an irritated look on his face.

“You said you loved me~!”

He wanted to rebuttal but he couldn’t. The glimmer in your eyes made his heart skip a beat. Sukuna mentally cursed himself for not saying “I love you” first, more. The look on your face was enough to change that.

He smirks, sitting up in bed just a bit and making sure his eyes were locked on yours.

“I meant it.”

Overwhelmed by his sudden softness, you kiss him, barely doing it right because of the grin you couldn’t seem to suppress. Sukuna takes your hands off his face, gripping your jaw and deepening the kiss you initiated. You melt into it immediately, loving the way he guided you. He pulls away, chuckling lowly when you lean in after him.

“I love you.” he repeats in a near whisper, pecking your lips once more before your flustered face buries itself in the crook of his neck.