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tf! Sukuna x f! Reader | Warnings: MDNI, Adult Themes, Gore

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It was hot.

Air thick with humidity and a rich smell of wet Earth.

You’re fully absorbing your sudden surroundings, taking in the green of the trees above you. Sunlight cascades in rays through the gaps, falling into the rumbling waters of the stream below you.

Chilled water rushes by your legs as you realize you’re standing in the stream, surrounded by the signs of summer. It’s deathly calm, not even the usual sounds of song birds could be heard.

Though you were alone, you felt the opposite.

A strong, evident power could be felt.

It’s a thick presence that grows around you.

You attempt to move, growing tired of standing in one place for no reason. How had you even made it here? It was an off-putting feeling, but you shoved it aside as you begin to move. Lifting your right knee to wade through the water, you stumble.

With a jerk, you’re stuck in place, feet latched to the silt of the stream bed. It felt as if something was keeping you down, latching its claws into your calves.

It’s sharp, sending piercing prickles up your legs. It hurts.

Wincing, you’re glancing down to find out what had happened; an airy gasp leaving your lips.

A flash of blue eyes appear below you; penetrating and threatening, piercing through the ripples of water.

You can’t see the bottom of the stream. It’s all black. A void, home to only the daunting pair of eyes you wished were a myth.

You heart jolts.

Michizane Sugawara; the holder of the six eyes.

He kept you in place. His threatening aura radiating heavily around you, more prominent after your discovery. It feels as if he’s in your mind, digging around in your thoughts while it races.

Your teeth clench when you feel his grip tighten more.

A wave of panic begins to wash over you as you’re glancing up to survey your surroundings; you needed a way out. Perhaps something or someone could- and it’s in front of you.

Just a few steps further, barely out of arms reach… Sukuna stands before you.

Your eyes widen, heartbeat becoming louder. In your ears it thumps loudly. It races, eager to reach for him. All sounds of the stream’s rushing water is pushed out.

The tips of your fingers burn as you reach for him.

Sukuna’s back faces you, free of his clothing. He only wears his tan hakama pants.

As you reach out, your fingers pause at the discovery of what licks itself over his shoulders and down his back. Large black lines of sectioned tattoos… tattoos you’d never seen on him until now. You were sure he had not had those before.

They decorate his shoulders and neck, trailing down his arms in rings at his biceps then wrists. It’s symmetrical, both sides matching perfectly. His shoulders are dotted identically on each side.

“Ryomen?” Your voice is small, an attempt to hold back any sign of your obvious distress. The confusion and unknowing was unsettling.

Silence.

He doesn’t respond, still standing completely still; as if you were admiring that of a stone statue. Not even his shoulders moved to show his breathing.

Your hands fall back to your sides, balling into fists that hide in the sleeves of your kimono.

A sudden tug, more like a harsh jerk, yanks at you from below; you’re being pulled into the water.

It feels as if the stream bed opens below you, bringing you down as you are pulled; how is this even possible?

The sound of water splashes around you as it rises around your body. Your arms flail as you attempt to prevent yourself from going under.

As if on instinct, you’re reaching out for Sukuna once more, hoping to latch to him.

He’s still just out of reach.

“Ryomen please!” You’re pleading, feeling the icy water climb up your shoulders to your neck. Like a pair of frozen, dead hands, the water take hold of it. Restricting your breathing. It prevents you from taking a breath before you are pulled under completely.

In one swift movement, you are engulfed.

Your lungs burn.

It feels as if you are floating, cold water surrounding your entire body. It’s dark.

Completely expecting to struggle for air, your body instinctually gasps for air. Mouth opening, you wait for the sensation of icy water to push its way into your airways… but it doesn’t. All that comes is the soft sensation of air. Oxygen fills your lungs, bringing a short sense of relief before you are realizing you are able to breathe under water.

You are not drowning. You are breathing under water. How are you breathing underwater?

Below your feet is the vast darkness of an abyss, seemingly endless. It makes you uneasy staring into it… as if someone was watching you from it.

Though when you look up, you’re seeing the glare of the sun above the water. It’s rays of light passing through the water, fading into the depths of the abyss below you.

You dread looking down again, feeling no sign of ground below your floating body.

Michizane’s presence still lingers, and you assume the worst.

As you’re looking up, looking for Sukuna… you’re met with a striking, familiar pair of scarlet eyes. They look down at you, projecting their obvious fervent hunger; it latches onto you. The red is soothing, doing the opposite of Michizane’s.

Sukuna’s eyes bore into you from above.

You’re still reaching up towards the surface, holding out hope for anything from him; but there’s nothing. You drift farther from it, falling into the pit of swollen darkness.

Below, you can feel the ghost-like hands of Michizane still holding you. His grasp is heavy, keeping you from swimming up.

Sukuna’s heavy presence begins to dissipate, leaving you entirely. As if a bandage is ripped from your wounded skin, all of the air is taken from your lungs.

You feel as if you are actually drowning now.

It’s painful, making you clutch at the wet fabric against your chest as you struggle to breathe. You begin to thrash violently, doing anything to gain a bit of relief; it doesn’t come.

Opening your mouth, you gasp for air as water replaces what you desire. Painful. It’s painful.

You’re pulled completely against a hard surface, feeling two arms snake around you completely in a tight hug. Wide eyes, you’re glancing up once more, seeing no sign of Sukuna… it’s all dark.

All you feel and hear is the sickening laugh of Michizane as he chuckles into your ear.

You’re gasping one final time, desperate for an escape.

Water invades your lungs, and you’re seeing white.

In a flash you’re somewhere new, panting heavily as you sit up from a bundle of blankets.

Your right hand covers your face as you pant, feeling the beads of sweat that form at your hairline. In your chest your heart thundered, pounding relentlessly as you gather your thoughts.

A nightmare, you finally realize. A terrible one.

The earthy smell of Sukuna washes over you, helping you realize you can breathe once again. Weirdly enough, your lungs ache as if water had actually been in them just seconds ago.

A few seconds pass before you feel something pry your hand free from its tight fist. You’re gripping tightly onto the blanket that lays atop you. Sukuna’s large hand slowly relaxes yours, unclasping your hand to hold it in his own.

“What happened?”

His voice is husky, rich with sleep. The deepness of it calms your nerves and you relax.

“Nightmare,” you tell him in a hoarse whisper. You don’t look at him. All you look at is the blanket in your lap.

It felt all too real. Vivid and extreme, the nightmare’s remnants latch to you like a parasite. Disoriented, you’re wondering how long it would take to get over it.

You can still feel the ghost like constriction of the man’s arms around you. His disgusting arms holding you like an animal catching its prey.

You feel nauseous.

With a light call of your name, Sukuna gains your attention finally. Dropping your hand from your face, you’re turning your head slowly towards him, finding his worried eyes.

When you hold his gaze with yours, you can’t help but release the breath you’d been holding. A sigh of relief.

They are the usual dark pools you know so well.

He has sat up, ready to tend to anything you need.

You instantly see the concern in his features. It’s a soft look, but hardened with a dash of something more. His face holds a manner of frustration… but also anger? Maybe both?

It was hard to tell. You couldn’t make it out.

Eager to know, you ask, “What’s on your mind?” It’s sudden, reaching a hand to hold the side of his face. One of his pink brows raise in question as his face softens, but the troubled expression remains. “I should be asking you that,” he mumbles softly. “You look like you’ve seen a curse.”

His words stick to you, but you brush it off quickly. The sound of his voice helps bring you down into a much calmer state.

You begin to feel safe once again.

“It was just a nightmare.”

“Obviously,” he instantly says, a bit of annoyance in his voice, “so tell me about it.”

The last thing you wanted to do was relive it by explaining it to him. All you do is shake your head, looking away from him while you remove your hand from his face.

As you’re looking away, you see the morning sun peaking through the cracks of Sukuna’s home. Morning meant you had to return home.

“I need to go back,” you say softly, beginning to remove yourself from the warmth of the futon. A large hand halts your movements as it grips onto you, squeezing its fingers around your upper arm. “Not now,” Sukuna interjects, pulling you to him. It’s swift, causing you to land directly atop of him, which makes you use your hands to stop yourself from falling on your face. You’re hovering over him, hands planted on both sides of him.

“Ryomen,” you warn, scowling down at him. He releases a rumbling chuckle at your sudden annoyance, which brings the butterflies inside of you to life. The way his lips curl into a boyish smile as he laughs make you melt. You’re holding yourself back from attacking him with kisses.

How dare he be so charming. So addictive.

“It’s early still,” he informs you, “I’ve been awake since the sun started to rise.” You nod, sighing. “Why were you up so early?” You question him, lightly resting your body weight on top of him now. Your arms were beginning to grow tired from keeping yourself up.

You lay your chest atop his, feeling his arms snake around you softly before they hold you against him.

They are much more comforting than the ones in your dream.

“I could sense your distress,” he tells you. You lay your head sideways on his chest, looking towards him. “You also move a lot when you’re dreaming.”

“You should have woke me,” you comment, making him sigh with a puff. It’s more of a release of air through his nostrils. “I was torn. You needed your rest,” Sukuna replies. “You look a great deal better than yesterday.”

He takes his hand and brushes a strand of hair behind your ear, moving his hand to cup the back of your head.

“I understand,” you say, “I still feel like I haven’t slept though.”

One of your hands trails through his hair, combing it softly.

It grows silent, the both of you swimming in your own thoughts.

Instead of speaking, you melt into his embrace. He snakes both arms around you in a tight, but gentle hug.

You take in what you can while you can; unsure of when it will be the end.

A week’s worth of time then passes by.

You’re outside, staring at the thundering dark clouds in the sky. A predicted snow storm has began to make itself true, slowly creeping over the blue sky. It’d hit at night, just like the last one.

The glowing orange of the sun lit up the coming clouds as it set.

You hoped it would show mercy this time.

Majority of the snow from the last storm had already melted but the ground still wore white. The constant freezing temperatures kept the snow, only melting in spots that saw the most sun. Any sign of snow melting had you on edge, recalling the haunting words of your mother.

If you could, you’d wish for winter to last forever.

You’d give up the freshness of spring for an eternity of winter with Sukuna.

He’d keep you warm.

You were sure of it.

Yet, it just was not that easy. Time could not be stopped. It would continue to trail on, taking the present with it as it turns it into the past. Memories to be relived inside your mind.

The creaking of wood catches your attention, pulling you from your thoughts. You turn your attention from the sky to the engawa behind you.

Your father stands there, looking down at you.

“Good evening,” you say, nodding towards him. You hadn’t seen him today at all until now. He must have been busy. You hadn’t seen your father much lately in general.

You hadn’t seen Michizane since the incident.

Your father nods back, moving his hand to motion towards the cushions already placed out on the engawa. “Come sit,” he tells you. You do not want to, but the last thing you need to do is disobey him.

He moves to sit, so you follow; reluctantly.

Once you’ve sat, after climbing back onto the engawa, your father speaks.

“Michizane wants to return home tonight. With the approaching storm he finds it best to leave now,” he begins. You’re looking over at him, one of your eyebrows raised in question.

He wanted to leave?

You feel the excitement grow inside of you, ready to hear your father declare the marriage was off. Perhaps the insufferable man had grown tired of waiting- “You are to go with him.”

His voice is distant, cold even. Stern and final, it lacks what a father should have.

The brief smile that had lifted at the corner of your lips falls, bending into a frown. The heaviness of pure horror washes over you.

It’s as if boiling water has been poured over you, sending a sharp jolt through your body. Your muscles tense as you take in a shallow breath. Only a little, your eyes grow in size, holding back your true emotion. Inside you were confused, scared, and even livid.

Livid may be an understatement.

There was no arguing, even if you really wanted to in this moment. Your lips quivered, trying to open to speak. To express your feelings. Words of reluctance sit on your tongue but you’re biting it, keeping it in.

This man had made up his mind, and as he looks into your eyes you can see the finality projecting itself out; making itself known. It’s stone like, holding you in your place.

What had happened?

“What changed?” You finally ask, voice wavering. Inside the cloth of your kimono, your fists are balled together tightly. You are holding back your anger best you can. “What did Michizane tell you?”

“He told me what happened. His side to it,” your father says. “The truth.”

Anxiety, it climbs through your limbs in a tingling way, wrapping itself around all of your vital points. You are absolutely enraged now. Teeth clenching together, you tear your gaze away from his.

You release a puff of air through your nostrils.

Of course he’d believe a man’s side over his own daughter’s. His own daughter, his only child… who he fought daily to send away for his own gain. Even after you showed him Aiko’s swollen, bruised face.

To him she was just a servant, so he saw no issue. Servants suffered from abuse constantly, especially from the men of the estate. Aiko was lucky enough to be your right hand.

There were no longer traces of your abuse left. Sukuna had rid you of them thankfully, but you had no way to prove he did such a thing. Michizane’s shadow faded but not the feeling he left behind with it.

“You can’t make me,” you hiss, anger bubbling over and finally slipping. It’s taking control, speaking by itself.

“What did you just say?”

Your face twists angrily.

“If you try to fight it… I will have you restrained and taken with him by force. It is your responsibility as my daughter to marry that man. I am ordering you. You are not a child anymore.”

You’re now standing. The abrupt movement caused your father to flinch back, following your eyes up.

You are glaring down at the man you reluctantly call your father. His dark gaze, it reminds you of yourself too much. You hated how you even just barely resembled him.

“You can try,” you challenge. Your words come out in a hiss, breaking through from behind clenched teeth. His threats do not scare you.

It hurt, having your father sell you off like a piece of property. Had he ever actually cared for you?

Tears prick at your eyes, threatening to fall over.

“How dare you try and defy me by attempting to make up such a lie! I knew you would do anything to try to rid him,” your father growls at you. “Not this time,” he says your name, “I’m tired of living in disappointment.”

You tear your eyes away from him finally, refusing to look at him any further.

Silently, you let the pushing tears fall. They fall down your cheeks, combining with the warmth of your flustered face.

“All you’ve shown interest in is that cursed child,” he’s speaking of Sukuna now, gaining your complete attention. “He’s brainwashed you! Using his strange techniques to manipulate you-“ you cut him off.

You snap your head back to look at him.

“Do not bring him into this!” You shout, completely enraged. It had brown deathly quiet for a beat.

How dare he accuse him of such a thing.

“He is a monster!” Your father yells, standing to face off with you evenly. His height towers over you a bit, bringing you the urge to step back; which you do.

“As if someone like you can label someone as such. He’s more of a man than you will ever be.”

You’re bickering back and forth, working up your emotions even further. It’s as if you black out, completely running on adrenaline while you let your frustration take over. “You are a sick man,” you hiss, moving to walk away. “So be it. If I leave, I hope I never see you again. You are a sorry excuse for a father.”

You don’t even look his way as you leave.

Completely driven by instinct, your busy heart screams for him; for Sukuna.

He needed to know. You needed him.

So you go to him.

The pounding in your chest is loud, filling your ears. Dashing through your home towards the front entrance, Aiko attempts to stop you, “My lady-“ An extremely worried expression sits on her usual soft face, but you’re cutting her off as the distance grows between you.

You don’t stop, simply shaking your head as you dash past her. She’d heard everything, you know she did.

She was always close by when you were home.

You’re turning to sprint down the path towards where you assumed Sukuna would be; the training grounds. He seemed to always be there until dark most days.

Deep down, you could feel a frightening gut feeling arise. It felt off, so much you tried to ignore it as your feet carried you towards Sukuna… You weren’t exactly sure of how he’d react.

You felt completely off, even more over the current situation. Something was very wrong.

Above, the sky that was once painted orange slowly creeps into a deeper hue. It’s almost hilarious that something could be this beautiful in such a terrible moment. Its brightness becomes an afterthought as the deep hues of a purplish blue become more. Between the cracks of clouds, stars shine through. Only one side of the sky starts to darken, the other still glowing as it holds the setting sun.

It was almost dreamlike, the sight unreal.

With a sigh, you tear your eyes from the sky. Up ahead, you could see the stone walls that belong to the training grounds. The path leading directly to the entrance…

Your feet halt, stomping into the loose pebbles of the path, causing you stumble a bit from the momentum you’d created.

In front of you is Sukuna, walking towards you.

A sickening, but beautiful sight.

The sound of song birds seemingly stops, probably due to the setting sun, but it’s oddly coincidental. It’s as if the entire world has stopped.

Like a canvas his skin holds the hue of life itself; red and thick. Spread across his bare chest in a horrific, beautiful way.

You see the streaks of hand prints, clawed into his skin.

This was not his blood.

Even from a distance, the smell hits you. It’s dry, but sweet. The metallic intensity of it floods your senses, making it almost impossible to breathe. Your lungs begin to ache as you take in shallow breaths.

His eyes lock with yours. His usual rosé-colored hair is slicked back, caked in the spider-lily red liquid. The darker color mutes the usual vibrancy of it.

At a loss of words you are only able to mutter one stupid question, “What happened?”

It’s pathetic, but what else would you have said? Where were you to even begin?

The man stands like a stone wall before you, seemingly gathering his own thoughts as you watch him glance around a few times, his eyes coming back to yours.

He speaks, “Return home.”

A demand. It’s dark and distant, projecting towards you in the same way he speaks to the fellow village folk. As if you are one of them.

He’s never spoken to you that way.

Taking a few steps back, your chest clenches painfully. Your face twists into a shocked look. You are offended, staring over at him in shock.

“Now.”

It’s a growl, intimidating and rough.

You did not want to leave. You did not want to leave him.

Inhaling, you take in a deep breath as you begin stepping towards him. You ignore him. Sukuna doesn’t move, allowing you to close the distance between the two of you. The look he’s giving you isn’t ignored.

When you open your mouth to speak… you see it. It’s dark, weighted down with the intensity you saw all those years ago. Though the person who stands before you is much more grown than the child you saw all those years ago… it’s the same.

The same look he had after killing the man who killed his mother. It’s much more monstrous.

Yet, in the mix of it all, it’s holding content. He’s beaming with an obvious sense of pride. An unprincipled and sickening glint hides in his eyes. His gaze represents death itself, wicked and unforgiving.

“What did you do?”

You’re looking up at him, standing but a few inches away. Your hands are trembling as they reach up to find something to hold onto.

Though his height towers over you, you’re reaching towards his face, taking hold of it in your hands. You can feel the wetness of blood on your palms.

He feels like stone. As if you are trying to find comfort from a statue.

It drips down his face, traveling under his jawline and- It’s all over him. It’s everywhere.

“Talk to me,” you whisper, voice quiet. You were terrified. “Please,” you croak out. Against his skin your fingers tremble, doing their best to latch to him.

His silence frustrates you. It’s scares you.

“You need to tell me what happened now,” you demand. The feeling of not knowing had become unbearable, eating away at you and making it worse.

“Your ignorant cousin poked his head into a place it should not have been.”

Your cousin?

In a race your mind jumps from face to face, thinking of who he possibly meant… Ten’en. The only cousin who trained just as much as Sukuna. He would be the only one who’d run into Sukuna…

“I don’t understand…” you’re trailing off, feeling your heart begin to race more than it already was. In the back of your mind, you knew. Yet, you wanted to hear the words from his lips.

You just wanted the truth.

“I killed him.” Sukuna declares. It comes out easily, devoid of any kind of regret. As if it was an achievement. “He disrespected what was mine,” you’re removing your hands from his face as he talks. “He disrespected you.”

Sukuna’s words are cruel. Though you’re used to his usual brashness… it’s different.

“So you kill him?”

“He got what he deserved,” he hisses.

Your hands are clenched into painfully tight fists, dangling at your sides. All you do is study the man before you again, staring at the smeared hand prints on his body that belonged to your...

This blood belonged to your older cousin. His voice is faint in the back of your mind as you envision him; who he was. His face, bloodied in your thoughts as you wonder what he looked like now.

In such a short span of time, your world simply crumbles.

“Do you even understand what you’ve done?”

He doesn’t say anything, but you both know.

It bubbles over, coming out in an exasperated voice, “It’s happening.” Unable to keep it in, you dump the news onto him. “I have to leave with him tonight.”

Now what?

Fully expecting to find Sukuna not covered in blood, you predicted him to react angrily. You expected him to drop everything at the news, demanding that the two of you flee the village… Yet, he doesn’t react. At all.

His face holds no weight of what you tell him.

“Ryomen…” you begin, feeling your eyes prick with tears. Frustration had began to mix with the roar of emotions already inside of you. “Say something!” you demand, voice raised, seething through.

Silence. The man stays silent, completely pushing you over the edge. It matches your surroundings, placing you in a silent void.

“I don’t know what to do,” you throw at him, voice shaking. Defeated, you reach up to run your trembling fingers through your hair, clutching them at your scalp. “I want to leave,” you whisper, shutting your eyes. Your chest aches, heart beating in a frantic pattern that makes your fingers tingle.

Why is he not doing anything?

A splitting pain comes from your heart, feeling as if Sukuna had willingly dug into your chest and taken hold of it.

“Please…” you whisper, not caring if he even hears it. It’s a silent plea.

Knees weak, you’re struggling to take a deep breath while you feel panic take over. Your face is twisted into a pained expression. Yet, as soon as your knees buckle, your eyes shoot open. You see the image of Sukuna standing before you.

Red, blazing eyes; they match the color of the blood that paints his skin. Their intense gaze is like looking into fire itself.

You’re gasping, suddenly shooting up.

A distant calling of your name could be heard. Eyes wide, your shaking hands move to your face. Damp to the touch, your skin is beaded with sweat. Even through the ringing in your ears, you could still hear the voice calling for you.

A nightmare?

Uneven breaths and chattering teeth are what remain of it.

Chest heaving, you remove your hands from your face. Your eyes quickly glance down at your open palms, searching for the blood you were sure was still there.

Your hands still felt wet.

Breaking you from your thoughts, a hand lightly grips your shoulder. It’s a small hand, belonging to none other than Aiko.

Her worried eyes latch onto yours, showing her grief and worry. The usual sweetness she holds in them is gone.

You also notice you are in your room.

“It was just a nightmare,” she whispers, smiling a bit. Her hand rubs at your back now, soothing you the best she can. You lean into her touch absentmindedly. The sensation was nice.

“Nightmare…” you mumble, still not feeling all there. “It felt real,” you whisper. “By the look of your face when you woke up, I would believe so too,” Aiko says, chuckling. “It wasn’t though. You’re okay.”

You were okay… it wasn’t real. So, did that mean…?

“My father,” you begin to speak, eyes wide- “I heard everything,” Aiko suddenly says, silencing you. Her voice is soft, coming out in a pained, disappointed tone; wounded.

“After you passed out… He delayed it until tomorrow morning, but if the storm prevents it then it’ll be as soon as the horses are able to,” she tells you further.

Your heart flips, gut twisting painfully. “I tried to-“ you throw a hand up, silencing her. “You did all you could. Thank you,” you mumble. You aren’t sure what she could have even tried.

She was just Aiko.

“Wait,” you’re suddenly saying, realizing what she had just said on top of it all. “I passed out?”

She nods, looking at you questioningly. “Yes, you did. You don’t remember?”

“When?”

“I’m not entirely sure. Pretty soon after I was summoned to care for you though. Luckily, I was just right by the door inside. I did hear a good bit of yelling before it suddenly got silent.”

You’re looking at her with wide eyes, trying to understand what she was telling you. It was all a bit much, trying to wrap your head around what your father had ordered and the dream…

Sukuna.

The image of him covered in your cousin’s blood flashes in your mind, making you clench your fists.

It wasn’t real. That part had actually been a dream. A sick and twisted dream.

“He needs to know,” you whisper. Aiko is looking over at you, nodding. She knows you mean Sukuna. “What time is it?”

“It is late. Around midnight I would guess. You aren’t thinking about seeing him now are you?” She questions you worriedly, raising an eyebrow. “You need to rest. Especially since the journey will be long.”

She means the journey to Michizane’s estate.

You feel the disgust grow inside of you at her words and sigh, “I have no other chance to see him until then. Help me Aiko.” You are begging her. “You’ve helped me my entire life up until this point… please.”

Completely facing her, you reach for her hands. “I don’t know what to do,” you tell her honestly. “I’m being taken away from the only life I know and I’m supposed to act like I’m okay with that?”

“I understand,” Aiko whispers, her face twisting into a pained look. Her eyebrows furrow together and she casts her gaze towards where your hands are joined. “I’ll probably never see you again,” she chokes out.

You see the tears fall down her face.

“Aiko,” you say, calling for her attention. She glances back up. “Help me get to him,” you say, beginning to peel the blanket off of you. “He can help us.”

Nightmare aside, you push out the negative thoughts you were holding. The Sukuna you had dealt with in the depth of your sleeping mind was not real. That was not him.

You assumed the raging emotions caused by the recent situations had mixed into a feverish nightmare, making your dreams form Sukuna into some monstrous person.

Michizane had only been in that one you had almost a week ago. The image of his eyes still kept their spot in your mind, permanently burned in.

“Okay,” Aiko finally says. “Let me grab your outerwear.”

As she stands to gather your clothing to face the elements, you climb off of your futon, standing as well. You are only wearing your most bottom layer, assuming Aiko undressed you so you’d be comfortable as you slept.

“Here,” she says, motioning you to put on the article of clothing she was opening. It was your usual kimono, basic in color. While you slide that on, you feel as Aiko begins to help you tie it.

Soon enough, she begins draping another article of clothing over your shoulders. The weight of the fabric tells you what it is. A warmth spreads deep within you, easing your rattled mind; the black haori.

It still smells like him, you find. Even after having it for as long as you did.

“Let’s move quickly. There is a storm approaching.”

After putting on your best shoes suited to walk in the snow, the two of you leave the estate. In the dead of night, Aiko holds a lantern as you follow beside her. The soft, yellow glow of it lights the surrounding whiteness of the ground, giving you the ability to see.

You see the specs of white that begin to fall.

Snowflakes come down from the sky, landing atop your clothing in specs. It makes you glance up briefly, taking note that no stars or moon are visible. The storm had begun.

You only hoped the storm would wait until after you’d arrived at Sukuna’s.

Yet, you were wrong. Over a few minutes the volume of snowfall had grown, as did the wind. It’s force pushing against the two of you in strong gusts. “It’s coming down pretty bad,” Aiko says loud enough for you to hear it. The wind was making it difficult to speak over.

“We are almost there,” you say, picking up your pace. Yet, as you began to walk faster, the snow began to fall just as swiftly. In heaps it piled effortlessly, growing in height and swallowing your feet as you trek.

Suddenly, Aiko stumbles, tossing your only source of light into the powdery snow. The light dies on impact. In the dark you can hear Aiko gasp, “No!”

Yet, expecting complete darkness, you catch a glint of something through the fog of snowfall. It’s orange, flickering just barely as it meets your eyes.

You’re squinting to see if you can see it better.

Was it fire? You question what would even be on fire in such a storm.

“Grab on,” you say, reaching for Aiko in the dark. The instant you find her clothed arm, you’re taking hold. She follows behind you, hand linked with yours. Her grip is tight.

In the direction of Sukuna’s home, you slowly start to approach the source of light. The closer you get, the more signs of life you find. Few villagers stand outside their homes, lanterns in hands, looking around in question.

You smell the smoke. You hear the yelling.

Sukuna’s home.

As the snow falls, illuminated by the yellowish ferocity of the flames, it’s tainted with a greyish color. The ash of the burning building.

You find it roaring with flames. It’s bright, emitting a heat that you can feel even through the winter temperature.

“No!” You scream, abandoning Aiko as you bolt towards it. With a jerk, you release your hand from her’s. She’s calling after you in a panic.

Various village folk stand around, watching as the fire claims the hut. Most are cheering, holding objects that look to be what started the fire. One man holds a broken lantern, which you assumed he poured the oil out to light it.

Before you are able to get any closer, someone grabs you, yanking you back. With a huff, you jerk your head back to look for a face. It was a man, one you’d never met before. A look of shock is stretched across his face as he holds onto your arms. “What are you doing? Do you want to get burned? Stay back!” He scolds, pulling you further away. You begin to fight back, pulling away from him.

“Where is he?” You demand in a hiss, jerking free from his hold. “Who?” The man asks, confusion on his face.

“The man who lives here! Who else!?”

“What is the meaning of this?”

A new voice makes itself known. The crunching of snow could be heard as footsteps approach you.

With a snap of your head, you’re locking eyes with your own uncle. His sharp gaze glaring down at you with a fiery intensity. You glare back, not backing down.

“Where is he?” You demand, knowing full and well this man is behind this. Out of all people, of course he’d-

“Ryomen Sukuna…” your uncle says, cutting off your thoughts. His voice trails off as he chuckles. “The childhood parasite who you just could not let go. So many years of your father attempting to rid you of that boy and look where it’s gotten us,” he motions to the burning home.

“My lady,” Aiko steps between the two of you, placing her hands on your shoulders. “We should leave-“ you shake your head, pushing her aside. “What do you mean?” Your voice is low, eager to understand what your uncle is talking about.

The next words that come from his lips make you freeze.

“Ten’en is dead.”

The air instantly thickened with a sickening tension, making your breath hitch.

“Ryomen Sukuna has killed my son,” he tells you. “We found what was left of him at the training grounds earlier this day. My son was murdered by that sorry excuse for a human! He is a monster!”

Aiko eyes you worriedly, glancing from your uncle and the back to you.

You are frozen, growing numb to everything.

“I…” you are at a loss of words, feeling the sensation that you’d already lived through this before. It hits you like a punch. “There’s no way,” you whisper, staring up at your uncle. The man sighs, closing his eyes in defeat as he looks away from you. He casts his gaze to the side, watching the burning building.

“He was not home when we got here,” is all he says. You feel your heart flip.

He was not inside the fire… he was still-

“We will kill him when he returns.”

“Let me talk to him first! There must be a reason!” You are exclaiming frantically, but you’re ignored. “You are trying to justify the murder of your own blood? Perhaps you are a monster just as he is. He’s turned you into one,” he accuses. You shake your head, “you don’t know what you’re talking about!”

The snow falls harder, fighting with the flames of the fire.

“How are you any better than he is? You burn his home down and cheer- Are you even sure he did it? What proof do you have!?”

A piercing shriek fills the air, making you jump, taking both of your attention away from the argument.

It was not that of a normal scream, like one from freight… it’s much more horrific. A torturous, pained scream that you’d hear from a dying animal being eaten alive.

You hear it again, jerking your head around to find the source. The fog of the falling snow swallows your surroundings, making it difficult to see. “Aiko!” You shout, unable to find her now.

Where had she gone?

Like a heavy blanket, a warm sensation falls over you, making your chest tighten. In your gut, you feel the swirl of heat. It’s familiar, a presence you take no time to put a face to. No mistake… it was Sukuna. You could feel it.

He had come. “No,” you whisper to yourself, looking around frantically some more. You could not find a single person. Everyone had seemingly vanished. The cheering has stopped, only to be replaced with the blood-curdling screams.

“Ryomen!” You finally shriek, eager to find the man. Worry had set itself into you completely, making you think the absolute worse.

What if he was already dead? What if they got to him before you could?

That isn’t possible, considering how you still felt him around you… but what if?

Had he actually taken Ten’en’s life?

Your thoughts come to a halt when you feel the tip of your foot catch something. It felt like tripping over a log. As you fall to the ground, landing on your knees, all you can hear is the faint gasping. It sounds like heavy breathing, mixed with the sounds of choking.

Your palms are planted firmly into the snow, face staring directly down at it.

You smell it; the blood. It’s ripe, filling your panicked senses with an overwhelming sweetness. “P-please,” it comes out in a choked voice.

The snow begins to freeze your hands and knees, sending icy pricks up your arms and down your legs. At your feet, you can feel what you tripped over stir under you. Your weight keeps them held down.

You were too scared to even look. Below you laid a person, covered in blood. The snow around you had been tainted, holding a red hue. It was fresh, meltng the snow with its heat. “Pl- ease…” the voice rasps out.

A hand grabs your ankle, making you scream.

You’re kicking off of them, rolling to the side and putting distance between you.

It was a man. His head rolled to the side to look at you, eyes squinted from pain. He held no vibrancy of life in them, the light was fading. “I-“ he tries to speak, but it comes out as more of a squeak.

The hand he’d used to grasp your ankle reaches towards you, but it stops as he winces.

He has a gaping hole in his chest. Blood spilled out like flowing water, staining the ground under him. The man was beyond help, choking on his own blood. He was drowning in it.

It was the most horrific sight you had ever seen.

Numerous times worse than any animal you’d watched Sukuna gut and skin.

The unbearable squelching of his choking had sent chills down your spine. His last few moments had been excruciating and all you could do was watch.

His hands twitch while the life finally drains from him, his breathing slowing as he takes a few final gasps.

“I’m sorry- I couldn’t…” you can’t find the words, unable to think straight. Too much to bear, so much had happened in such a short span of time. How could you possibly-

Another gut wrenching scream brings you to attention, breaking your train of thought.

Aiko was out there. She was alone and possibly hurt; she needed help.

Sukuna was somewhere. You needed to find him.

It was him or her.

With a painful thump, your heart beats against the inside of your rib cage. It’s beginning to race as you question who to search for.

You are standing, ignoring how snow falls off of you in clumps. At your feet the lifeless man lays silently, staring at you with a haunting gaze.

Tearing your eyes away from the corpse, you walk towards the burning home.

The fire has weakened, losing its battle to the snow. Soon it would go out.

“Aiko!” You scream, glancing around in hopes you were to see either one of them. “Aiko!” You are shouting again, feeling your throat ache from the intensity. You’re screaming her name, hoping she can hear it through the crackling of the fire and screams of village folk.

A force from behind crashes into you, sending you face first into the snow. You’re crying out, landing on your face with a gasp.

You assumed someone ran into you, blinded by the snow. It takes you a second before you’re looking up, looking for the reason; but there’s no one in sight. They must’ve continued on, running away.

It’s suddenly eerily quiet. All that could be heard being the crackles of the fire. The gusts of wind.

The screams had stopped.

Your heavy breathing and beating heart dance in rhythm.

When you hear your name, your body freezes, goosebumps forming on your chilled skin.

His voice was so comforting even now.

Slowly you look up, finding him stand just a few feet away. Unlike your dream, he wears his clothing, but is still painted in blood. Though it wasn’t as much as you dreamt, it was enough to be concerning. “Ryomen,” you say, voice pained as you begin to pick yourself up.

You felt his eyes on you. A weighted feeling.

While you examine his face, all you see is red.

They were red; staring down just as they did in your “nightmare”. A hungry gaze that resembled that of a predator. You were the prey.

One side of his face had been splattered with blood, looking almost like a beauty mark, cupping his face.

You assumed it was the fire that made him look as intimidating as he did now.

The man begins to turn, looking at you from over his shoulder.

“What happened?” You’re asking him urgently, finally standing- you’re ignored. “Hey,” you say, walking towards him.

All you wanted was answers. All you wanted was him.

His comfort. His love. Him.

Your footsteps halt at the sound of his voice, “Do not follow me.”

It matches the tone of your nightmare, and it makes you nauseous. You freeze, breathe hitching in your throat as your eyes widen.

It hits you hard, making you step back. Your dream was not a hallucination but a different point of view. Everything that happened, had actually happened. That was the only explanation you could think of-

Frantically, you’re glancing up towards him, only to find he’s walking away.

His back slowly fades into the fog of the snow, disappearing into it.

He simply is gone. As if you’d been stripped of life yourself, his presence leaves you; replaced with the sharp iciness of the winter storm.

You no longer feel him, and panic sets in.

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Quick reblog, but new chapter of HIEMAL will be out very soon. Just need to edit it!

「 OXIDIZE 」 ˎˊ

tf! Sukuna x f! Reader | Warnings: MDNI, sexual content

Summary: You and Sukuna indulge in each other for the night.

He was not a gentleman, but you could say he was a gentle man.

With the way his large hands softly move over your body, it resonates throughout you intensely. As if he’d left bruises. His touch lights your skin ablaze, leaving you hot. Yet, he touches you like a freshly bloomed wildflower, gently picking it to avoid bruising.

Perhaps he understands just how big the difference is in your sizes; a fear of hurting you. No matter how many times you explain to him he can’t hurt you, the same tenderness remains.

Pink hair tickles at your exposed skin, dancing softly as he kisses the valley between your breasts. His nose drags into your skin while his silkened lips demonstrate his hunger. You can feel the way his heavy breaths puff into your skin, it’s warm and feeds the eager butterflies inside of you.

They swarm excitedly around your core.

Four arms seem a bit excessive, but the thought slips when you feel them hold you as they do. The top pair hold your wrists in place beside your head while the bottom find places on your body that crave attention. In the curve or your waist one hand rests as the other holds himself up. Again, he doesn’t want to put too much pressure into your wrists; scared of hurting you.

From above, you see the concentrated look of his face, twisted into his famous resting scowl. His eyes are closed, but they open to gaze up at you. He probably sensed your attention.

Red; it’s deep and rousing. They’re discernibly hungry.

Hungry for you.

All four gaze up, his left side hooded by the blanket of pink, full eyelashes. Eyelashes you grew to be jealous of. A faint, but evident crimson blush decorates his cheeks. Not because he is embarrassed, but because he is on fire. Inflamed, he is pressing into your core. His hardened cock is making itself known. You return his amorous gestures as you buck up into him.

Yet, as he presses into you, he’s moved his head up further. Hot kisses trail from your chest to your collar bone, spreading slowly to the curve of your neck. You’re tilting your head to the side, giving him more access; more control.

His sharp teeth lightly graze across your skin. Though it’s already littered with love marks, he plants more, claiming his territory.

Tongue following, it runs a stripe up to the start of your jawline below your ear. His breathing is still heavy next to your ear. It’s hot. A heavy grunt, from deep within his chest, could be heard as you continue to press up into him. Any distance between the two of you needed to be closed.

He’s kissing down your jawline, worshipping your skin like it was the finest meal brought to him. Ironically enough, his favorite meal was women.

He just would rather devour you in this way. It allowed him to have you as many times as he pleased.

“You are the most intoxicating and dangerous woman I have ever met,” he tells you. His lips press a light kiss to the corner of your mouth, causing your lips to burn with anticipation.

Ryomen Sukuna had called you dangerous. You wondered how to take that… Though stunned, you realize just how shocking it was for this man to even admit that… It was a compliment, a kind you were sure he’d never admit. He was a proud man, sure of himself and his abilities.

“I think of ripping your flesh from your body constantly, just to see how you taste…” He’s looking down at you with his heavy eyes. Your chest raises as you take in a deep breath, breathless from his words. “I bet you’re sweet, like a forbidden fruit.”

“Yet, the very fact that I couldn’t have you again after that irks me,” he’s muttering out huskily. “I would go mad.”

For someone who touches you so gently, he speaks with strong vehement. His brutish, aggressive vocabulary and behavior completely unparalleled to the actions in which he presents to you.

The man is a killer, eating humans for pure enjoyment and pleasure. A selfish man who is exceptionally sadistic. Cold-hearted but not for you. His heart warms you in ways no other being could. Nothing could compare.

You allow him to devour you in the way he does now, even knowing he’d never let you go.

A prisoner to Ryomen Sukuna.

From below, you admire the darkness of his tattoos that embellish his striking face. His fair skin glows from the lanterns in the room, but the pink of his cheeks remains prominent. Your eyes flicker around, following the lines on his jaw to his chin then back to his eyes.

Pink eyebrows furrow together while he studies you from above. It was as if he casted a curtain of pure lust by the way he gazed down.

His jaw clenches.

“I am yours,” you finally say in your hushed voice. The words pass easily through your lips, only because you were certain you meant it.

Eager to say it.

He seems to enjoy your words. Lips raise into a proud smirk as a deep, but quiet chuckle erupts from him. His blush seems to have grown darker, which causes your lips to turn up a bit. It thrills you to see such a beast crested in a rosy hue that you’d caused.

It makes you proud.

“I am yours,” you repeat again, reaching a hand towards his face. His skin is on fire, lighting your fingertips ablaze as you’re caressing his cheek. It’s soft, forming into the palm of your hand as you cup his face. Your fingertips just barely reach the edge of his hairline past his ear.

“So have me.”

Your words push him over the edge, causing a low growl to erupt from his throat. He’s moving his hips up a bit, positioning himself to fit you.

With an airy gasp, you’re feeling the bottom side of his shaft slide up against your clit, gathering your wetness. His size could be felt even from the minuscule movements. Though you’ve had him many times before, it always felt new. The pure excitement and intimidation never left.

You watch as he leans his hips back, only to bring them forward, placing his tip against your needy entrance. You’re taking in a shaking breath, eager to feel him… He’s sliding in without issue, thanks to your wetness.

Instantly you are taking hold of his arms, releasing his face. Your fingers latching into his tattoos biceps that cage you in.

His cock stretches you, pushing deep into you and kissing your cervix with his large tip. “God,” you whimper out, clenching your teeth as he slides his hips further into you, bottoming out completely. Even now, you’re amazed you’re able to take all of him.

Sukuna’s body is fully pressed into you, stomach against yours. His elbows dig into the fabric of the futon as he supports himself. His other pair of arms do the same, unable to do anything else as he presses into you. It’s just enough, you realize. He would not crush you.

When he begins to slowly drag out a bit, you feel a puff of warm air spread over your face. You realize how close his face is to yours, feeling the softness of his lips just barely touching your cheek.

“You are so tight,” he’s murmuring into your cheek as he presses a kiss. He’s bucking into you once more, grunting into your skin.

Your clit is suddenly stimulated, feeling a warmness as if he’d placed a hand down there… You’re moaning, biting your lip.

It’s his second cock, probably the one closer to his stomach. The top one. It’s sliding against your swollen cunt as he drags himself in and out of you.

His top right hand moves to cup your face, angling your head to your left so he can access your neck. Lips finding your sensitive skin, you’re panting as he quickens his pace, pressing his body into you a bit harder. You realize he’s attempting to stimulate his other cock this way.

It lights you on fire, feeling him use you this way.

You’re moving your left hand between the gap between his two arms, placing a hand on his back. He nips at the skin of your neck, grunting in rhythm with his thrusts. You take your other hand and find the hair on the back of his head, holding onto it.

With a light tug, he’s growling again, directly into your ear now.

His thrusts are a good pace, not slow but not fast, they’re just right. It’s hitting the sweet spot within you each time. His top cock helping you reach your climax with each slide.

You can feel every inch of him pump in and out of you.

Yet, you feel a devious idea come to mind, which makes you remove your hand from his back.

Between your bodies your hand moves, traveling low enough to find what you are looking for. His tip thrusts up, peeking between your stomachs and you wrap your eager hand around it, finding his shaft further down. It makes him halt his movements. Curiously, he’s looking at you now. “Keep going,” you plead, sighing. “I am close.”

He continues with no issue, thrusting into the cage of your fingers. The added tightness is good, you note. Only due to the fact that you could feel the way his hands tighten in the fabric of the futon below you. You were scared he may rip it.

In one thrust, you’re crying out, feeling the sudden harshness of it. It wasn’t painful, but you weren’t prepared for it. “Ryo…” you’re mumbling out in a whimper, dragging your nails through his hair as he fucks into you. His cock inside of you throbs, just like the one in your hand. You could only imagine how good it felt for him in this moment.

Your hand is placed just above your clit, so his dick is still sliding against your folds. Each thrust brings you closer. Vision growing hazy and bright as it builds up in your core.

At this point you’re closing your eyes, whimpering uncontrollably. “I-I’m…” you’re stuttering, clenching your hand tighter around his cock as you feel the orgasm begin to blossom. “You’re so good,” you hear him praise you.

A silent gasp comes from your lips as you throw your head back. Body exploding from the intensity of your orgasm. It has your clenching your cunt around his cock, which makes him hiss in return.

As the waves of pleasure cascade around you, he’s still relentlessly thrusting into you. In your ears you can feel and hear your heartbeat; it’s erratic. You keep hold of him in your hand, wanting to help as much as you can.

Soon enough, you feel him press his lips to yours, taking in your parted lips. His tongue finds yours instantly. Thrusts become uneven, bucking into you in a broken pattern. You know he’s close, which makes you moan.

He groan into your mouth and you feel an added wet heat between your bodies. Inside, you feel him release, filling you completely. Sukuna always came a lot… So you’d have to bathe again you were sure.

“Shit,” you hear him curse after he pulls his lips from yours. You’re looking up at him in a dazed trance, completely exhausted. Though the two of you had done much more in a session, this time wore you out anyways.

He’s slowly pulling out of you, leaning back and sitting on his knees. You’re sighing as you take in the sight before you, watching him do the same to you.

“What a lovely sight,” you hear Sukuna chuckle out.

You’re covered in his cum. It’s pooled up on your stomach and running down the sides of your body. You were sure it was running out of your cunt as well.

“I can bathe again,” you tell him, knowing he won’t sleep soiled. Yet, he’s reaching a hand between your legs, sticking two digits into your pussy. “Ah!” You jolt, feeling the overstimulation from it. His two large fingers pump in and out of you a couple times before pulling back out.

“I had to make sure it all stayed in there,” he says, leaning back down to hover over you. Sukuna presses a soft kiss to your lips before bringing his fingers to them. “Clean them,” he orders. Your stomach does a flip, but you follow his orders, feeling his fingers slide between your swollen lips.

You taste yourself and him, mixed together into one salty and sweet taste. It just about riles you back up.

One of your hands holds his wrist as you lick his fingers clean, pulling them out once you’re done.

“I’ll wash you,” Sukuna is finally saying, crawling off of you to stand. As he stands you take in all that he is, four arms and everything. A beast.

You ignore the fact that he’s about to walk around his shrine fully nude, but you realize he doesn’t care. It’s his shrine. It’s also yours, you note, as he picking you up from the futon. His bottom pair of arms holds you bridal style against him, top pair hiding your nude body the best they can.

“Toys last longer if you take care of them,” is all Sukuna mumbles to you while he exits the room towards the bathing area.

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foggyfrogss · 30 days

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I hope you’re still with us, your sukuna simps 💔

I am!!! Life is pretty busy right now! I just bought a brand new car and work a lot, but I am writing fanfic still. I have so much written I will share soon! I love you guys

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foggyfrogss · 1 month

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Hey! Just wanted to say that I started to read your Sukuna fic, read the first chapter yesterday and omg I literally felt butterflies like everywhere 😭 like the way you described kissing, and how he touched us and how he praised us 😔😔 like I literally can’t get this picture out my head rn, this was so delicate and so good ughhh I need him so bad 😔 love love love this fic already, ig it’s gonna be angst at some point, but I’m here for it 🙏🏻

Thank youuu for your work, hope you having a great day 🖤

MY FIRST ANON POST AW THANK YOU you fr made me blush I’m SCREAMINGGG. I do my best to portray Sukuna in such a specific way and I’m so happy to see you lovely people eating it up. I mean when writing that first chapter I had to stop to take breaks because BRO ITS HOT

Thank you for reading I appreciate it so very much and I hope to keep doing good!

#foggyfrogs

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New followers I do have a Sukuna long fic.

⋆ HIEMAL ₊˚.

tf! Sukuna x f! Reader | Warnings: MDNI, Sexual Content

Chapter One - Next Chapter - Masterlist | ᴡᴏʀᴅs: 7.3ᴋ

A/N: Considering we don't know much in regards to Sukuna's past... I hope I do my best in portraying that in my story. In the beginning he is human but I will tell the story of how he turns into what he is now.

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“I thought I told you to stop being careless when training,” you huff out in a quiet tone in rhythm with the crackling fire inside the Irori. Your words earn a huff of annoyance from the man who sat in front of you.

The overall atmosphere was thick with rising silent tension as you wiped away the blood from Ryomen Sukuna’s shoulder. His tight skin flexes under your touch.

“What would your father do if he found you tending to the wounds of someone like me?”

You’re stunned by the gruffness of his voice. The sudden exposure of emotion being rare, especially from him. You sigh.

You had stopped your movements with the cloth. Moving it away from his shoulder to dip it back into the bucket of warmed water. His wound had stopped bleeding now.

“My father has no say in what I choose to do. I’m a grown woman, Ryomen.” You tell him but it earns a grunt from his lips. Why did he always have to be such a brute? At times the stoic, tough-guy act had irked you to no ends, like now. “You are a Nobleman’s daughter. To be seen with someone as me,” he begins, suddenly turning to face you, “it would be considered immoral.”

The room had grown quiet once more, only the sounds of crackling twigs filling your ears as the two of you locked eyes. His intense gaze showing through to you even in the dimness of the room. It almost made you shudder as light chills prickled down your spine and through your arms.

Your fingers clenched around the drenched cloth to expel the tainted water from it, bringing you back to your senses.

“You know I don’t see you in that way…” you whispered softly to him. The words that came from your lips do no favor in relieving the suffocating tension that had begun to swell.

As you raise the cloth to continue tending to his wound, he snatches your wrist in his hand. The substantial size of it completely engulfing it. His long fingers squeeze but not enough to cause discomfort. It’s a comforting pinch, combined with the warmth of his fiery skin; it makes your body buzz.

“Define ‘that way’,” he demands with a squeeze of your wrist. All you do is swallow nervously at the sight before you. His sharp gaze darkening even further as he awaits your reply. You take in a deep breath, cursing at yourself internally for how shaken it had sounded. Waves of fluttering anxiety burst through you and pool in the base of your gut, feeling as if a kaleidoscope of butterflies had been released within you.

Angry, hungry, and eager butterflies.

Your legs had pressed together firmly, relieving yourself of the blooming heat that grew further below.

“A curse,” you begin, feeling his grip tighten even further as your smaller voice sounded, “an outcast. They’re scared of you.” The last sentence comes out in barely a whisper.

He releases your wrist from his hold.

A sudden gust of cold air that surrounds you as his abrupt stand almost puts you into shock. The heat from the irori nonexistent as you finally release a shudder. It was almost as if the air from the winter storm had made its way inside.

“Let me stitch it before you leave,” you quickly let out, noticing how painful it looked. “It’ll heal fine. It’s not that deep,” is all you hear him grunt out. His back is facing you again. The light from the fire illuminating the broadness of it. His fair skin glowing in a tasteful way as he gathers his kimono that pools at his waist where it’s tied. He hadn’t fully removed it, not intending to stay long in the first place.

You watch in awe, entranced by the way his back muscles flex under his skin. Once again you swallow nervously, but for a whole other reason. The heat in your body signaling you why.

“Let me help you,” you insist as you finally stand with him. His right shoulder, the one he’d injured, proved weaker as he slowly pulls up the kimono sleeve. Your much smaller hands meet his to take it from them, pulling the thick fabric over his shoulder neatly. He replies with a grunt as he accepts your help.

With no issue he slides on the other sleeve.

As he fixes how it sits on his body, your eyes scan the room for his haori. The black clump of fabric by the door probably it. You didn’t own any fabrics dark in color. Your mother and father kept you dressed in bright ones; noticeable colors.

You take the fairly weighty haori into your hands and pull it off the floor. It’s softness bringing a comfort to your exposed skin as you walk it towards Sukuna. He’d turned his gaze towards you, capturing your eyes with his own as he takes the article of clothing from your hands.

You assume the rest as you begin to help him guide his arm into the sleeves. With light movements you do the same as you did with his kimono.

“If it’s giving you anymore trouble-“ you begin but quickly you’re cut off by his deep voice, “I won’t. You have done enough.”

You’re left speechless as he ties the haori together.

The average person would have been hurt and confused by his blunt usage of words, but you weren’t a fool. You’d known him since your early childhood, where you were fortunate enough to see a man such as him smile freely with fervor. It’d been years since you’d seen his lips do anything but the scowl that rested there indefinitely.

Though at times, you did find your chest twisting uncomfortably at his words. Especially in moments like this where you wished nothing more than for him to stay here with you in the comforting warm silence.

You also didn’t want him to walk back to his home alone in the snow storm. He lived across the village from you. Located in the less fortunate side. It was at most a fifteen minute walk.

“You want to say something else.” He states rather than asks you. He’s turned his gaze away from you now, walking towards the door. His shoes were at the main entrance of the estate, where you’d walk him to so he wouldn’t get lost in such a grand house. “Perhaps…” you trail off nervously, holding your arms over your stomach as if you were hugging yourself. In the long length of your sleeve, you bunch up the fabric in your fists, doing what you can to calm your buzzing nerves.

Why were you so nervous?

“Perhaps, you could stay here tonight?” You ask him innocently, causing him to freeze his movements. His towering height causes you to bend your neck to look up towards him. The back of his head in your view as you wait for his answer.

Why had you even asked such an ignorant question? You were sure he’d decline-

Your thoughts are silenced by the deep sigh you heard come from him. A noise that proved rather rare from him. Ryomen Sukuna was not one to express his emotions. In any way.

He then turns, “I had not taken the snow into consideration. It would be quite troubling to return home this late with it coming down.”

It’s when you smile, his eyes widen in shock at the sudden expression from you. You knew you wouldn’t be getting a simple ‘yes’ or ‘no’ from the man. He was a mystery to all but you’d like to think you knew him best… at times.

“The only concern I have with staying the night is being found by anyone of the estate. What do you think they’d think?” He asks you with concern and you sigh, uncrossing your arms from your body to cross them over your chest. “You can just stay in my room-“ he cuts you off almost instantly. “You are not an idiot but your words are starting to prove otherwise,” he says and you chuckle. “If you would let me finish… you can stay in my room. The servants and my parents never disturb me unless something of important is happening that morning. In the midst of a snow storm, I think I can sneak you out early tomorrow with no trouble.”

Your words seem to calm the sudden tension surrounding Sukuna, but the scowl he holds still remains. “So be it.” He mumbles. You give him a warm smile as you walk to the Irori to smother the flames a bit. You wondered if you should just hunker down in this room rather than your own… the only sources of heat being here and the same on your father’s side of the house.

The servants frequented this area, sadly. It was futile and you sighed in defeat as you stood straight.

You usually hadn’t been bothered much by the winter temperatures as your bedding served you quite warmly… you just worried about your guest.

“Follow me,” you whisper as you slide the door open to leave. Immediately, the colder air of the house hits your exposed skin eliciting a shiver from you. You were sure the nervousness of having a guest was not helping your case.

After closing the door behind himself, Sukuna follows you down the dark hallway of your home. The creaking of the wooden floors sounding due to the sheer weight of his body. Each groan off the floor caused an inner grimace, leaving you more nervous as you slowly approached your room.

You only hoped it wouldn’t wake anyone up. It was usually always quiet, especially this time of night.

“Here we are,” you whisper just loud enough for his ears to register. He follows behind you swiftly as you enter the room. The scuffling sound of the sliding door closing makes you hold your breath. As soon as it shuts, you release it, breathing out in a huff.

In a quick movement, you’re in the corner of your room, finding the supplies to light the lantern. It didn’t provide much light, but once lit; you are able to find Ryomen Sukuna standing at the other side of your room. Its warm lighting manages to fill only that corner of the room in which you stood.

The dark corner holds the presence of Ryomen Sukuna. Orange light reflects from his glassy eyes as he stares back at you.

“I have a spare futon in the cabinet. Let me fetch it,” you mumble, hoping the thin walls at least muffle that level of sound. Sukuna doesn’t respond.

His presence in your bedroom is nerve wracking. You’d never had a man in such a intimate place before and if you were to be caught…

You shake the thoughts from your mind as you grasp at the soft futon roll stashed away. Once you pull it free; you lay it flat on the floor beside your own. A servant must have made yours hours ago.

Yet, when you realize how close he would be sleeping next to you; your eyes scan the room for any other possible arrangement.

The size of the room wouldn’t allow it. With the size he was, laying next to you would prove more comfortable.

Once laid flat, you drop to your knees to further fix the fluff of it. You’d let him borrow one of your blankets since you did not have an extra; at least in this room. You would rather freeze to death than risk being caught by anyone at this hour.

“You can use one of my blankets,” you tell him and he releases a grunt. “I’ll do no such thing.” He says with finality. Who were you to object against him when he spoke as sternly as he did. Though guiltily, you nod.

With a flicker, you notice the lantern’s light cascading into a lighter glow. The oil must have been low. You hadn’t checked it in a while and you weren’t sure when you actually did check it last. That meant you wouldn’t have to exit your futon to put it out; perfect, you thought.

As Sukuna lowered to sit himself on the plush futon, you turn towards your folding screen. It laid folded up against the wall, but you’d need to unfold it so you could change without Sukuna seeing. The thought of him accidentally catching a glimpse of you nude has your face fuming, but you quickly shake it off. You grasp at the bamboo screen; paper ruffling as you slowly unfold it. “I need to change out of this kimono. It’s rather uncomfortable to sleep in,” you explain quickly before walking behind it.

In a few quick motions, you shed yourself of your layers. You immediately felt the iciness of winter graze against your bare skin. Your teeth clench as you keep yourself from chattering them.

You had set the screen up with your cabinet behind it. It held your extra clothing, such as your white yukata, which you reached for. With haste, you put it on to keep any warmth you had left inside of you. It’s soft material already doing wonders as if traps your body heat it. The cold makes your fingers hard to move as you tie the yukata together.

You’d kept the thick socks you had on before.

When you stepped out from the cover of the folding screen, you catch Sukuna’s eyes. His dark iris’ stealing a glance before they quickly rip away. It sends a wave of heat through you, which you’re grateful for.

“Does the light bother you?” You ask him as you kneel down to your futon. Your icy fingers peel back the blankets so you can slide in with ease.

Sukuna shakes his head, “I’ve slept in much worse conditions.”

After tucking yourself into the depths of your futon and pulling the blankets over your body; you’re left with your thoughts. The silence of the room radiating around the two of you as you wonder what to do next. Should you bid him goodnight?

The sudden sound of wind slamming against the thin outer wall of the estate makes you jump. “It’s getting worse out,” you mumble as you glance towards the shut window of your room. The shutters had been latched already; probably by a servant. You sigh, tucking your chilled hands into any warmth you could find under your blankets.

You glance out of the corner of your eye to find Sukuna. He’d already laid flat. His large back facing you. For some reason, you felt disappointed. Did he already subdue to slumber? He’d been training extensively the last day and a half… perhaps he was more exhausted than you’d thought.

Alone with your thoughts, as you always seemed to be.

You find it hard to find sleep, staring above at the ceiling as the lantern flickers lightly. Its orange hue illuminating the room in a beautiful way.

It feels like an eternity passes as you wait for sleep, but it doesn’t seem to come. The only thing creeping up on you being the chills. Your feet were miserably icy and your hands ached. You wouldn’t be able to sleep at this rate, you thought. Yet, when you glanced towards the large sleeping man beside you… he was still.

Your eyes widened when you realized he’d been sleeping on his injured shoulder. He must’ve been tougher than you thought to do such a thing.

A shiver breaks through you painfully and you curl your legs into you. The fetal position you form being the best technique at keeping any form of heat in. Yet, you still shiver away. Teeth chatter quietly inside your closed mouth. You really hoped he couldn’t hear-

“I can hear you shivering,” he utters with a quiet sigh. His deep voice softer than usual. “You’re hearing th-things,” you say and immediately clench your teeth, shrinking back into your futon for stuttering. Talking while fighting the cold had always been a challenge.

The shuffling of fabric catches your ears and you move your eyes towards his form. He’d turned over, facing you in all his glory. The light of the lantern illuminating his face partly, but just enough to where you could meet his dark gaze.

The two of you live in each other’s eyes for just a few seconds before he raises his right hand, a tinge of pain washing over his features. Yet, before you could protest; he’s placed his index and middle finger against your cheek. The warmth from his fingers being drastically different than the coolness of your cheek. It almost makes you gasp, but your lips only part a bit.

“You are going to turn to ice at this rate,” he mumbles and the low vibrations of his voice ignite the fire within you. You take in a shaking breath, grateful you could blame that one on the cold if he noticed. “I’m used t-to it,” you say with a pitiful smile. He isn’t convinced, you notice.

He’s removed his hand from your face. Now grasping the thick blankets above you. He peels them off of you slowly, as if he were unwrapping an important artifact. Yet, he moves it just enough to where you’re still partially covered but he moves closer to you. His large body moves closely against yours as he pulls the blankets back over the both of you now. You were grateful to have such a large futon.

In a situation like this, you’d be alarmed by a man climbing into your futon without permission.

It was Sukuna, after all. His towering height and burly body sucked you in almost immediately. The heat in which he radiated made you sigh in relief as the aching iciness in your bones slowly left you.

It was innocent, you felt. He meant no other reason other than warming you up. Once warm, he’d return to his original spot… the thought hit your gut with a wave of heavy dread. Disappointment.

Eagerness. Carnal desire.

You glanced up towards his face, which sat a whole other head above yours. An ache in the back of your neck could be felt due to the angle you’d positioned it. “How is it now?” He asks you in a hushed tone. When he speaks the lantern flickers, as if he had influenced it.

The distance between your bodies is small; enough to wear you could just barely feel the hardness of his large body against yours. It’s intoxicating and quite pitiful how it darkens your mind.

When you move to rest on your right arm, fully facing his body with your own; you boldly place your left hand against the area where his upper stomach would be. Just right below his pectorals. The heat under the palm of your hand was exponential and you were shocked any human man could emit this much heat. Though you weren’t complaining.

Far from it actually.

The simple touch had shot the heat that absorbed into your hand directly to the other parts of your body. From your toes to the tip of your nose, you radiated with sparks. The internal flame within you bursting alive a hunger you never experienced before.

The sensation causes you to close your eyes as you focus on where you’re touching him.

You feel how solid he was even with the layers he wore. The ridges of his abdominal muscles could be felt as you steadily roam your hand over him; exploring his body as if he were uncharted land. That in which he was. You’d never touched a man before… especially in this way. It exhilarated you, feeling Sukuna in the way you are now.

With his warmth and musky scent surrounding you; you’d completely forgotten how cold you were before. All senses were taken over by him. Your sight, smell, touch, even hearing… but one.

As your roaming hand finds the curve of his waist. It slides over it seamlessly, laying flat against his broad back. The muscles they’re just as stone-like as the front. You take that opportunity to pull him closer to you, closing the distance between your bodies. Stone muscles move under your hand as you feel him willingly scoot closer from your push.

He’s fully placed his right hand on the curve of your waist, holding it in a firm grip. The overwhelming largeness of it forming to your curves. His fingers slightly dig into the softness of your flesh that’s still covered by the yukata.

That’s when you finally reopen your eyes, noticing how much closer his face was to yours. He’d moved a bit down to meet your eyes. His nose aligned with the the tip of yours as you still bend your neck to look at him.

“You didn’t answer my question,” he rasps out; his deep voice making it difficult to speak quietly. The closeness of his voice sends a thrilling shiver through your body. You could feel the heat of his breath against your lips, causing you to bite your bottom one just barely enough to where he wouldn’t notice.

“It’s perfect,” you murmur.

You take hold of his haori with a fist, pressing your body even closer to his. All you can hear is your heartbeat in your ears and the feeling of the actual muscle thumping viciously against your chest. Your thighs rub together as you do your best to give yourself some sort of sensation, but Sukuna seems to have noticed.

The hand he had resting in the crook of your waist tightens its hold against you, making you gasp at the sudden shift.

He’s leaned closer; his lips just barely touching your own as he breathes against them. Warm, intoxicating breaths reel you in as seconds pass. You grow impatient, waiting for the warmth of his lips to be on your own. Yet, when he suddenly pulls away; you’re stunned.

He doesn’t pull away completely. Your bodies are still pressed against each other frustratingly so, but he takes his free hand that’s pinned between the two of you, grabbing your chin with his thumb and index finger.

All Sukuna does is gaze down at you with such an intense, hungry look. The darkness that’s swelled into his eyes shows prominently even in the faint lantern light. It’s inebriating, making you drunk off lust just by just the way he looks down at you.

Technically, you were above him; in class and more, but you wanted nothing more than to worship this man like he was your king.

You were on your knees for this man.

“Ryomen…” you plead, unsure what you’re even begging for. The soft way your voice breaks as you say his name almost causes his composure to crack. “Please.”

That’s when he’s on you, pressing his surprisingly soft lips against your own in a starving way. You immediately sigh into him, basking in his warmth, scent, and taste.

He tastes inviting; a flavor that attacks your tastebuds in almost a sinful way.

It’s delectable, swimming with hints of sweetness and bitterness that pulls you in.

Your hand on his back slides towards his chest now, resting against his large pectoral. The feeling of his erratic heartbeat could be felt under your palm as your hand slowly danced its way towards the back of his neck. Bare skin.

Against the flesh of your palm lay his warm skin, melting into you as if it were meant to stay there forever. Your fingers find his hairline, treading into the soft depths of his thick but short hair. When he feels your touch grazing against his scalp, he pulls you closer to him. Your chests are pressed against each other/

Your action bringing out a low rumble within his chest. One you could feel vibrating into your own. It felt oddly intimate, but as he licks his way into your mouth; you accept it.

His wet tongue grazes across your bottom lip before slightly pushing between both. You fully welcome him into your mouth, dancing your tongues together in a sensual rhythm. It almost makes you moan.

In the back of your lust drunken mind, you knew to be as quiet as possible. The challenge ahead of you fairing quite difficult already.

He then pulls away. The sound of your lips separating with an erotic sound. You’re gasping for air as he stares down at you with a passionate desire. His lips are swollen; rosy with color. Pink eyebrows are furrowed together frustratingly as he searches your face with his deep eyes.

You release your hand from his hair, brushing it back down the exposed potion of his large neck. You are still breathing heavily. Chest heaving in rhythm with your hammering heart beat.

Sukuna moves his hand from your chin to the back of your neck now, pushing your lips closer to his once more.

“If I’d known you tasted like that,” Sukuna grunts against your equally swollen lips with your own, “I would have devoured you a long time ago.”

Your self-control slips; lust and desire fully controlling you as you feel your instincts take over completely.

“What’s stopping you now?” You ask him, closing your eyes as you lean further in. His mouth is fully pressed against yours but he replies anyways; words muffled as he speaks into your mouth, “your clothing.”

When he’s pressed his lips fully onto yours for another, more intense kiss; he’s using the hand on your waist to untie the binds of your yukata. The fingers on the back of your neck dig into your skin just enough to earn a light grunt from you.

The feeling of cold air dances over your exposed stomach as he removes the yukata as if he’s unwrapping a gift. Slowly; just to be sure he doesn’t break what’s inside.

Even under the thick covers of the futon you could feel the chilling temperatures of the storm just outside your walls.

Sukuna’s intense body heat had quickly enveloped your newly exposed flesh. His hand exploring what he’d unwrapped to discover his new terrain.

When his large hand takes hold of the swell of your ass, you’re bucking into him. His fingers dig into the soft flesh as he pulls you tighter against him, bucking back into you. A grunt comes from his chest and into your mouth as he kisses you feverishly.

That’s when you feel the intimidatingly large and hard sensation of his eager erection pressed against your lower stomach. Though he wasn’t bare; it felt- your thoughts are cut off by his hand sliding from your ass and down your bare leg, hooking it over his waist. His strong fingers gripping into the flesh of your thigh.

While still attached to your mouth he flips you under him, planting both of forearms on either side of your head as he places one last heavy kiss to your abused lips.

With how you’re laying under him, it’s caused your yukata to completely open. Your body fully exposed to the man atop you. His gaze lingers as he glances at your breasts; to your neck; to your lips again, and finally your eyes.

“You’re heavenly,” he mumbles, taking his right hand to hold the side of your face. His thumb presses against your bottom lip while moves your head to give himself access to your neck. “Divine,” he continues his praise, pressing wet kisses along the expanse of your neck. “Elegant,” he says into your chilled skin. His compliments leave your stomach swirling with heat, pooling in your core between your legs.

Your thighs instinctively press together but are blocked by the girth of his waist between them. When he realizes what you need; he’s bucking his erection against your core, causing a sweet but quiet moan to fall from your lips.

“Please,” you gasp out in a whisper, feeling the way his thumb strokes across your wet bottom lip. He slides it into your mouth, pressing against your tongue as he moves his head to catch your eyes once more. “What do you want?” He asks you.

Once he removes his large thumb your words stumble out in a mess, “I want you, please.” You say pitifully, squeezing your thighs around his waist even tighter.

It’s when he chuckles, you’re feeling the vibrations of his deep voice radiating through his body. You didn’t care that he found humor in your begging. If anything, it reeled you in even more. He had you fully wrapped around his finger and soon his cock.

He doesn’t speak as he pulls away from you. Between your legs, he moves back to sit on his knees, reaching to remove his haori. The sound of him hissing has you in full alarm, but he immediately throws a hand up. “Don’t,” he commands and you nod, laying completely still in his line of sight as he undresses himself.

His haori soon slides off his broad shoulders, revealing the white kimono. Unlike other men, he only wore the single layer of kimono. It was probably due to his status… but that didn’t matter.

When he unties the kimono; he’s soon shrugging it off with ease, ignoring the pain in his right shoulder. His black hakama are all that remain as you take in view of the man before you. His large upper body had blocked out the light from the lantern, casting a shadow over you.

The night air quickly takes its chance to send a shiver down your spine once again. Your hands shake as you run them up your body, grazing them over your breasts in an almost taunting way. You feel how hard your nipples had gotten from the winter air. As you touch yourself under his gaze, you arch your back into your hands.

Within seconds, he’s removed his last layer. He’s standing above you now, stepping out of the hakama.

Yet, before you could even take the chance to glance at what he had been keeping contained within his clothing; he’s atop you once more, returning the heat you had missed desperately.

He takes a second to warm you up before pressing his fully bare cock against your clit, spreading a warmth into you that you hadn’t known you needed. It’s such a pleasurable sensation you throw your head back with a silent gasp, holding his gaze.

“You are a virgin, right?” He asks you, genuinely curious. You hadn’t ever discussed such topics with him. Of course he wouldn’t have known. “Yes…” you breathe out as he holds his wait up with his left forehead beside your head. He’s leaned down to press his lips under your ear, nipping at it. You twitch as the sudden sharpness, shuddering when he chuckles.

“I’m glad I get to be the one to ruin you.”

His words in your ear make your heart hammer harder against your chest, if that was even possible.

Your hands had moved from your breasts to his bare sides, taking in the entirety or Ryomen Sukuna. For just a 25 year old man, he held more power over any other man in the village. He held power over you as well; you were completely, absolutely his.

The way his ripped muscles felt under your fingers was driving you mad, causing you to buck up into him. A light hiss releasing from his lips into the skin of your neck as he kisses down to your collar bone.

Soon enough, he’s taken one of your nipples into his mouth. The other breast being fondled by his large hand. You release the loudest moan you had so far, which causes him to release the breast in his hand to cover your mouth.

You glance down, locking your eyes with his as he lightly nips at your nipple with his white teeth.

“As much as I want to hear those pretty sounds,” he mumbles into the flesh of your breast. He nips at your flesh, possibly leaving a mark before finishing his sentence, “I’m not trying to be banished from the village right now.”

He releases your mouth and your lips part, showing your eagerness for all of him.

Yet, he pulls his waist away from yours.

The hand he’d used to cover your mouth trails down the curve of your waist and over your hip… it finds its way back over the soft expanse of your stomach and then further below. His thick fingers graze over the sensitive flesh of your clit, sliding between the folds with ease as he discovers just how wet you are.

The foreign sensation has you electrified, making your hips jerk at his touch. You’d never been touched like that before.

He swirls his fingers over you and your eyes slam shut as you buck into him. It’s indescribable how pleasant it feels; a warm and blooming sensation growing in the base of your gut as he does so. You can hear his light chuckling even with your heart hammering in your ears.

You wonder how it could get any better than this… but when you open your eyes, you’re watching as Sukuna takes your other nipple in his mouth. Just as he does, you feel a warm intrusion and a groan from the both of you.

“You’re so tight,” he says into your flesh as you feel his tongue swirl around your nipple. You could feel his two fingers deep inside of you, slowly moving back out as you adjudge to the sheer size of them.

It wasn’t painful, but from the chatter of the other women… you were told in times it could do. He hadn’t even gotten to the main part yet, you thought. It’s possibly it wouldn’t hurt.

He begins to thrust his fingers into you with a slow pattern. Each time he’d bottom out to his knuckle, you’d release a breath. The sensation was unreal; unlike anything you’d ever felt before.

He releases his breast from his mouth to kiss your sternum. His lips trail further below, kissing the area above your belly button.

“More,” you plead, taking your hand to cup the side of his face. He looks at you softly, but a sly smirk grows on his features. “If you weren’t in danger of freezing to death I could do so much more,” he promises as he climbs back up your body. He’s removed his fingers from your clit, bringing them towards his face.

You watch as he sticks them into his mouth, cleaning yourself off of him with a feral look in his eyes. “Like what?” You ask him, interested. “In time you’ll see. For now,” he explains, removing his fingers from his mouth, “I say we stick to the first step.”

You weren’t an idiot, so you knew what that meant. A part of you wondered if he was holding back, especially after learning you were celibate.

Yet, when you feel the way his cock sits heavily against your clit, you swallow nervously. You hadn’t even seen it but you could feel how big it was.

On instinct, you reach between your bodies to find it. Your fingertips coming into contact with something large and very warm. It’s when he hisses that you’re sure you did the right thing. You take him in your hand, squeezing just a bit as you feel how large he actually was. A but if wetness can be felt dripping down your hand.

You were nervous.

As he looked down at you, catching the nervous look in your eyes; Sukuna sighs, “I’ll be easy,” he tells you. You nod, sliding your hand down his shaft which gets a buck of his hips and a sly remark, “at first.”

“I’m not a fragile person,” you remind him, making his eyebrow raise. “Give me all you got.”

Your words you almost regret as he takes your hand from his cock and gathers your other one to pin them at the top of your head. “You’ll regret demanding that of me,” he tells you and you don’t reply. “Please,” is all you beg.

He keeps your hands bound with just his left hand as he takes his right to position himself at your entrance. You can feel as he spreads the wetness with his tip through your folds, teasing you a bit. You buck into him again, tired of waiting.

All you wanted was to be fully taken over by Sukuna. “Take me,” you plead to him, feeling his tip make its way back to your entrance.

He then releases your bound wrists to hold himself up as he begins pushing in further. “You’re drenched,” he purrs, his eyes closed as he pulls back out a bit to push back in.

You’d never seen his face as soft as it was now. He looked as if he was in pure ecstasy, taking your virginity as if it were just some collectors item. You’d gladly gift it to him.

When his cock finally makes it a quarters way in, you hiss. Your hands push at his lower abdomen on impulse. The sudden intrusion bringing a slightly searing pain you didn’t expect to feel. He immediately stops, glancing up at you in concern.

You nod once, removing your hands from his stomach to signal he can continue. You clench your eyes shut, holding onto his forearms as he finally slides himself completely inside. You’re slightly squirming, adjusting to the new feeling of being stuffed. It’s painful, but also exhilarating.

You’re panting now, digging your face into the stone muscle of his left arm. He’s motionless, letting you decide the next move.

“You can move,” you finally whisper after a few seconds. He does, almost eagerly.

Within seconds, you feel the pain being taken over by waves of intense pleasure. Though still slightly uncomfortable, it’s the way Sukuna’s face makes you feel as he slowly thrusts into you. It’s heartwarming, seeing his pink lashes flutter close as he bottoms out into you over and over. He’s breathtaking, you tell yourself.

It’s when you release one of your hands from his arms to cup the side of his face, causing his eyes to open. He looks absolutely spent, probably from the training and being up.

Beads of sweat pool at his hairline as his dark eyes stare into your own.

“You’re beautiful,” you tell him with your whole heart. His thrusts become a lot heavier and quicker in pace. He’s not making a sound, but you could hear the almost silent grunts coming from behind his clenched teeth.

You’re sighing, feeling the same building up sensation as before in your stomach. “Ryomen!” You gasp, pulling him to you so your chests lay flat together. He’s still pounding into you, hard enough to where it’s not going to overstimulate you. It’s enough.

He’s placed his forearm behind your head, letting the back of it rest on it as his other lay flat on the other side. He’s got his lips back on yours, releasing a pent up groan into your mouth.

If you could have it your way, you’d be chanting his name as loud as you could. Praising him and pleasing him.

For now, your quiet promises to each other would have to do. You feel a sudden jolt, which causes your hips to buck into his thrusts. “I- I’m-“ you gasp out, unsure of what you’re even saying. “You’re what?” He asks into your lips, a slight smirk growing on his own. Your breaths are mixed together as you pant pitifully against him.

“I don’t know,” you confess, taking your hand to press against your stomach. “It feels-“ is all you say before he thrusts just a bit harder, gaining a whimper out of you. “Quiet,” he hisses, taking one of his hands to snake between the two of you.

He understands what you’re trying to tell him even though you aren’t sure. It excites him, knowing he can tear down your walls this easily.

He’s touching your clit again while he pounds into you. The sensations so good you gasp.

After about a minute, you’re unfolding in his hands. Your body feeling as if it were burning as it blossoms on his thrusting cock. “That’s right,” he rasps out, “let go.”

You were a whimpering mess as his continuous thrusting helped you through this new form of high. You never knew you could feel this way. It was addicting, and you wanted to feel it again.

As the high slowly faded, leaving you in an after glow; your body ached. Yet, he continued his movements, removing his hand from your clit to completely focus on himself now. You allowed him to, because though it felt like a lot… it was still pleasing, feeling him use you to please himself.

“Use me,” you tell him. He’d moved his face into the crook of your neck. His ear right next to your mouth. “I’m yours,” you whisper against his burning flesh. He grunts into your neck, thankfully muffled.

He then snakes his left arm under your back, grabbing your hip with his right hand. His fingers dig into your flesh.

Relentlessly, he’s pounding into you. Using you.

You’re overcome with pleasure, closing your eyes as you feel him bite into your neck as he nears his climax.

When he gets close, his thrusts become irregular. His breathing becoming heavier as the arm below you presses you into his body further.

His teeth graze against the skin of your neck before he bites down, hard.

You’re left gasping as he suddenly pulls out of you, placing his heavy cock on your stomach and thrusting against your soft skin as your bodies are pressed together.

You feel a sudden wet warmness on you. Assuming it was sweat, he then pulls away. His chest heaving as he stares down at the mess he’s made. You’re covered in his cum and his cock twitches at the sight of it.

One of his hands goes to cover his mouth as looks down at you. You’re glowing and he’s holding himself back; keeping himself from taking you once more.

He knew you probably would actually break.

He glances around the room and finds his kimono, taking the sleeve to wipe at your stomach. “It shouldn’t stain this,” he murmurs quietly as he cleans you. There was nothing else in the room to do so with.

You’re already back into a shivering mess and the sight makes him sigh. “Be patient,” he whispers. You nod, watching him finish. As he places his kimono away for now, he turns back to you.

Sukuna finds your yukata and wraps it back around you. The comfort of the cloth enveloping your body as he ties it.

It’s when he fully stands, you’re able to fully appreciate his naked body. He was a sight to behold and you wondered how someone like you could possibly be considered of higher rank than him…

He dresses himself, but just his hakama.

When he slides back under the blankets of the futon, his naked chest bleeds his heat onto you.

Your mind jumps to his wound, immediately concerned. You hadn’t spotted any blood but when you ask him to show you… it’s healed. The once deep wound nothing but a red line showing what it used to be. It’s genuinely shocking.

With wide eyes you stare at him but he continues to slide further into the futon. His gaze darkening as you eye him questioningly. “It’s none of your concern,” is all he says before he pulls you to him.

You knew better than to pester him any further on it. In time, you’d learn.

He keeps you warm the rest of the night.

You listen to the sounds of his heartbeat in one ear and the whistling of the wind outside in the other. It’s calming.

As you awake in the morning, you’re wrapped in an extra layer. The black fabric thick against your skin.

It smells heavily of Ryomen Sukuna as you blink the sleep away from your eyes, finding his haori wrapped around you.

Sukuna was no where in sight.

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tf! Sukuna x f! Reader | Warnings: MDNI, sexual content

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Summary: You and Sukuna indulge in each other for the night.

He was not a gentleman, but you could say he was a gentle man.

Perhaps he understands just how big the difference is in your sizes; a fear of hurting you. No matter how many times you explain to him he can’t hurt you, the same tenderness remains.

They swarm excitedly around your core.

From above, you see the concentrated look of his face, twisted into his famous resting scowl. His eyes are closed, but they open to gaze up at you. He probably sensed your attention.

Red; it’s deep and rousing. They’re discernibly hungry.

Hungry for you.

His sharp teeth lightly graze across your skin. Though it’s already littered with love marks, he plants more, claiming his territory.

He’s kissing down your jawline, worshipping your skin like it was the finest meal brought to him. Ironically enough, his favorite meal was women.

He just would rather devour you in this way. It allowed him to have you as many times as he pleased.

“You are the most intoxicating and dangerous woman I have ever met,” he tells you. His lips press a light kiss to the corner of your mouth, causing your lips to burn with anticipation.

“Yet, the very fact that I couldn’t have you again after that irks me,” he’s muttering out huskily. “I would go mad.”

For someone who touches you so gently, he speaks with strong vehement. His brutish, aggressive vocabulary and behavior completely unparalleled to the actions in which he presents to you.

You allow him to devour you in the way he does now, even knowing he’d never let you go.

A prisoner to Ryomen Sukuna.

Pink eyebrows furrow together while he studies you from above. It was as if he casted a curtain of pure lust by the way he gazed down.

His jaw clenches.

“I am yours,” you finally say in your hushed voice. The words pass easily through your lips, only because you were certain you meant it.

Eager to say it.

It makes you proud.

“So have me.”

Your words push him over the edge, causing a low growl to erupt from his throat. He’s moving his hips up a bit, positioning himself to fit you.

Instantly you are taking hold of his arms, releasing his face. Your fingers latching into his tattoos biceps that cage you in.

“You are so tight,” he’s murmuring into your cheek as he presses a kiss. He’s bucking into you once more, grunting into your skin.

Your clit is suddenly stimulated, feeling a warmness as if he’d placed a hand down there… You’re moaning, biting your lip.

It’s his second cock, probably the one closer to his stomach. The top one. It’s sliding against your swollen cunt as he drags himself in and out of you.

It lights you on fire, feeling him use you this way.

With a light tug, he’s growling again, directly into your ear now.

His thrusts are a good pace, not slow but not fast, they’re just right. It’s hitting the sweet spot within you each time. His top cock helping you reach your climax with each slide.

You can feel every inch of him pump in and out of you.

Yet, you feel a devious idea come to mind, which makes you remove your hand from his back.

Your hand is placed just above your clit, so his dick is still sliding against your folds. Each thrust brings you closer. Vision growing hazy and bright as it builds up in your core.

A silent gasp comes from your lips as you throw your head back. Body exploding from the intensity of your orgasm. It has your clenching your cunt around his cock, which makes him hiss in return.

He’s slowly pulling out of you, leaning back and sitting on his knees. You’re sighing as you take in the sight before you, watching him do the same to you.

“What a lovely sight,” you hear Sukuna chuckle out.

You’re covered in his cum. It’s pooled up on your stomach and running down the sides of your body. You were sure it was running out of your cunt as well.

You taste yourself and him, mixed together into one salty and sweet taste. It just about riles you back up.

One of your hands holds his wrist as you lick his fingers clean, pulling them out once you’re done.

“I’ll wash you,” Sukuna is finally saying, crawling off of you to stand. As he stands you take in all that he is, four arms and everything. A beast.

“Toys last longer if you take care of them,” is all Sukuna mumbles to you while he exits the room towards the bathing area.

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The masterlist for my Sukuna x Reader Series. Chapter 5 will be out soon! Lmk if you want to be included on the tag list!!

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tf! Sukuna x f! Reader | Masterlist: Chapters 4 / -?-

From childhood friends, to lovers, and then to strangers… Ryomen Sukuna knew no bounds as he steps into a world of power far beyond your grasp.

Warnings: MDNI, Sexual Content, Gore

ꕥ Chapter One

ꕥ Chapter Two

ꕥ Chapter Three

ꕥ Chapter Four

To Be Continued...

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tf! Sukuna x f! Reader | Masterlist: Chapters 5 / -?-

From childhood friends, to lovers, and then to strangers… Ryomen Sukuna knew no bounds as he steps into a world of power far beyond your grasp.

Warnings: MDNI, Sexual Content, Gore

ꕥ Chapter One

ꕥ Chapter Two

ꕥ Chapter Three

ꕥ Chapter Four

ꕥ Chapter Five

To Be Continued...

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⋆ HIEMAL ₊˚.

tf! Sukuna x f! Reader | Warnings: MDNI, Sexual Content, Mentions of SA

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All you can ground yourself on is the shrilling ringing in your ears. The thundering beats of your heart fall in step within the background of it.

A trembling deep breath finds its way into the depths of your chest, expanding your aching lungs. You’re flinching a bit from the suddenness. The pain is deep, bouncing through your body in echoing waves.

You’re unsure if it’s the growing anxiety from finding his piercing eyes or if it’s the pain that’s began to make itself known. The numbness has worn off, slowly revealing the intensity. Either way, you’re clutching your fists, squeezing them into balls. Even your fingers had began to shake.

His presence, though usually comforting, intimidated you. The usual comforting fire he emitted had burned hot; angry and red. Suffocating you with the sheer thickness of it. A phantom wave of heat rushes over you when you see the way his dark eyes glint from the fire.

You see red. The dark orbs he held flashed bloodily.

It was frighteningly unfamiliar.

Though you were bare and felt the heat of the fire next to you radiating into your abused skin, chills prickled your arms. Goosebumps decorating your skin in a speckled manner.

“Let’s get this over with,” you hear the sweet, but tired, voice of Aiko break your thoughts. She’s suddenly next to you, holding a damp cloth to your skin to soak up the remaining blood.

Sukuna stands at the edge of the room, watching the two of you. You can feel his gaze as it bores into your figure on the floor.

It’s when you feel the sharp sting of Aiko beginning her stitching you’re gasping. You feel her hand grasp your arm to still you, preventing you from jerking further, “I know it hurts but please sit still.” You nod, following her orders to the best of your ability. She hadn’t even put the needle through your skin yet, only applying pressure.

Sukuna suddenly begins walking towards the two of you, towering over. She immediately stops her movements as she looks up.

The wave of thick tensions follows his form, swallowing you. Your chest expands as you take in a deep, pained breath.

“Leave us,” he says to Aiko. Voice stony, he holds his large fists at his sides. She’s looking up at him, confusion on her bruised face. “I haven’t even began to-“ Sukuna cuts her off.

“Leave us. I will not say it again.”

Your eyes are wide at his sudden brashness. His tone of voice raises to show his annoyance.

Aiko is shocked as well, now intimidated. Any normal person could sense it by the way she reacts. Her eyes are wide, eyebrows furrowed together anxiously as her fingers begin to shake.

He holds her in a cold stare.

Any normal person would cower under the gaze of this man… So she leaves in a hurry. The tension of the room grows unbearably thick as she scurries out.

Silence remains in place of Aiko, floating in between the two of you now.

“Any reason you ordered my servant to leave my arm gaping open?”

It was your turn to exhibit your vexation.

Sukuna does not answer you.

A thud of his knees pressing into the floor sounds as he kneels to sit before you. His legs cross over one another.

“Answer me,” you demand, voice stern.

A grunt comes from his lips as he presses a large hand directly onto your open wound.

It’s sudden, causing you to hiss from the jab of pain. Yet, it grows warm. Your arm radiating in a comforting feeling, swallowing the pain and turning it to bliss. It makes you sigh, leaning into his touch.

What had he done?

Your eyes flicker from his face, glancing to your wounded arm.

You find no evidence of what Michizane had done.

Sukuna had seemingly healed you, leaving your skin smooth and free of abuse. You felt no trace of pain anywhere within you.

It left you frustrated, not understanding what he had just done; it was exactly like he’d done before… healing himself. Yet, he’d done it to you.

How was he able to do that?

His hand remains on your arm, holding you in his warm grasp. Long fingers hook around your upper arm. His thumb rubs into your skin, comforting you in his own way.

“What the hell did you do?” You ask, voice quiet. A frown is etched into your features. The man had much to explain and his silence began to irk you beyond compare.

“It’s of no concern to you,” he grunts out, now releasing your arm from his hold. “What?” You ask, annoyed. How dare he-

“He touched you,” he says, cutting off your thoughts. You’re looking him in the eyes now, finding his dark gaze. Your heart thumps anxiously, banging in your chest. “I come to you,” he begins, “only to find your kenin gathering snow at the gate to melt for your wounds.”

You’re looking him in the eyes now, determining what to say next.

“You reek of another man who I forbid from touching you.”

You subconsciously wrap your arms around your torso and breasts, hiding yourself. It was an attempt at comfort, after finding your bared upper body overwhelming in this moment.

In your mind you questioned if Sukuna was angry with you, rather than the man who’d hurt you. The way he spoke made it difficult to understand. His accusing tone made your body run cold.

The man sat before you; silent.

He sits his elbow on his knee, resting his chin on his balled fist.

Was he observing you?

“As if it was my choice,” you finally add in response to his words. One of Sukuna’s eyebrows raise, intrigue painted across his features. “So you’re saying he forced himself onto you?”

His question makes you take in a deep breath, dreading answering it.

Of course he had… how else would you have ended up the way you did? Bloody and bruised, what else could have happened?

To be fair, Sukuna was not a mind reader. He had only just arrived.

You release your breath, whispering an answer, “Yes.”

He’s sat straight once more, hands in his lap.

It’s as if the demeanor of the room had completely shifted, though still unbearably thick with a foggy tension.

You watch as the hostility forms upon his face, covering his usual stoicism. His pink brows are furrowed together, matching his deep frown. As you trail your eyes from his frown, you see his jaw clench. The sharpness of it making it painfully obvious.

His eyes look the same.

Sukuna was pissed.

“Ryomen,” you release, unwrapping your right arm from your body to extend a hand towards him, “talk to me before you act.” Your hand grasps at the fabric of his kimono. Still not used to your suddenly healed body, you feel the slight ghost of pain in your arms and wrists as you pull yourself to him. He’s too large to budge.

You close the distance between the two of you, leaving but a foot of room between your upper bodies. You’re standing on your knees in an attempt to match his eye level. Being looked down upon was the last thing you wanted in this moment.

Thankfully he had slouched his posture as he sat, which made it easier.

Both of your hands now sat on his large shoulders, feeling how tense they were. Sure, they were always stone-like, but now… you could feel the anger radiating from it.

“He did not touch me like you think,” you whisper. Your voice is trembling just a bit, exposing your anxiousness. “He only pushed me against a wall and threw me into a table… he struck Aiko across the face-“ his sudden deep breath cuts you off. Sukuna closes his eyes for a few seconds before opening them again.

His silence worries you.

Though Sukuna wasn’t a man of many words, he spoke well through his actions and expressions. You understood him, reading him like a book you’ve read a million times over.

The last thing you want is for Sukuna to kill the man, making your life more difficult than it already is. Your father would have you killed along with Sukuna; you were sure of it. That’s if… your father could manage to catch Sukuna.

Marrying Michizane was the last of your worries in this moment.

“I’m completely fine now. No pain or signs of what he had done.”

“That is not the point,” he spits.

You’re silent as he takes his right hand to hold the side of your face, completely engulfing your cheek. He’s warm.

“That pathetic excuse of a shogun touched what is mine,” he tells you. His thumb rubs the patch of skin under your eye. “I told you if he-“

“You are to do no such thing,” you cut him off, knowing what he was beginning to say. You refuse to have Sukuna release his brutality onto Suguwara. “It will only make my situation worse,” you add.

You take your right hand that had rested on his shoulder to hold his face, echoing his hand with yours. “I am strong,” it’s a form of plea, a begging tone, “please leave it be.” Your begging doesn’t go unnoticed as Sukuna sighs, showing he understands.

Though deep down you know Ryomen Sukuna will hold the urge to kill. It’s his nature.

“I’ll tell my father tomorrow. Just leave it be,” you further add. Sukuna gives you one firm nod. You don’t miss the glint of defeat that flashes in his usual bouldered eyes.

In the corner of your eye, you find his free hand in his lap clenching. White stretches across the expanse of his large knuckles.

In one swift movement, he’s grabbed a hold of you and pulled you into his lap. Large arms engulfing your body into a cage-like embrace.

A cage you never want to be freed from.

Instantly you are radiating with content, soaking in the warmth of his body and presence. It leaves you sighing, breathing in his earthy, addictive scent.

“He will never lay a hand on you again,” he says, voice muffled as his face presses into the top of your head. Sukuna’s breath is warm as he speaks into you. His fingers latch onto you, holding you in place; scared that you’d leave. “I won’t let him,” you’re telling him, moving to meet his gaze. He’s looking down at you, a possessive look within his eyes.

You were his.

But was he yours?

The sudden thought troubles you, causing your eyebrows to push together.

You take your hand to hold his face once more, feeling the smoothness of his skin against it.

You’re looking at him. Truly looking at him. In your gaze you drink in his presence, admiring his exquisitely sharp features. The orange glow of the irori soaks into his face, giving him a dreamy and gentle demeanor. Flawless he is, you tell yourself as your eyes drop from his eyes to his full lips.

The sudden urge to become closer makes you pull him down to you, pressing your lips to his in a kiss.

It’s soft, moving your lips slowly against his own. No sense of eagerness behind it. It’s perfect, feeling how he matches your rhythm with his own. His large hand unlatches from your body to hold your face once more, long fingers holding the back of your head. A thumb rests on your cheek.

He pulls you closer to him.

Your hand moves from his jaw to his hair, raking through it as you tilt your head to give better access to his lips.

He’s taking the opening. Tongue making its entrance as it meets with your own.

You kiss a bit more heavily for only a few moments before you pull away, taking in a needed breath.

You’re placing both of your palms against his face, holding it. He holds the wrist of your right hand in his grasp, placing his other hand on your exposed side. The warmth of it radiating into the curve of your body.

The pushing urge to praise him grows within you.

Confidence surges and you open your mouth to speak, releasing the first thing that comes, “you are…” you’re trailing off as your voice is just above a whisper. The silence of the room makes it difficult to speak you find.

“You are perfect,” you utter.

He stares at you from beneath his lashes, eyes hooded with the intoxicating look of lust. Of course a single kiss would rouse him.

Your heart flips in your chest when you see the way his lips curl into a playful smirk, showing his enjoyment. Your praise fuels him.

A faint blush grows on your heated cheeks as you become flustered.

He leans his cheek into the hand he holds, chuckling deeply. The sound of it rattles your brain beautifully. A small smile growing on your lips.

“What a joy it is to have such an alluring creature like yourself in the palm of my hand,” he says to you jokingly, though you know it isn’t. You were wrapped around him, willing to complete any request he desired. The heat of your face grows when you meet his hungry eyes once more.

It’s ironic, you find. His face in the palm of your hand.

Sukuna moves to press his lips into your palm, placing a soft kiss. It makes your heart thump.

He is yours.

It’s all you wanted, being here with him; rather than keeping him from bloodying the house with Michizane… which you knew you wouldn’t be able to do.

You push the image from your mind as you come back to reality. You’re wrapping your arms around Sukuna’s neck, embracing him. The side of your face rests against his own.

This was the first time you’d actually ever shown this type of intimacy. It was exhilarating, feeling him this close in this way; even after what you’d already done together in the past.

You can feel the erratic mess of your heart in your chest. It’s beating feeling as if a war had gone off inside of you. You were sure Sukuna could feel or even hear it. A swirling feeling of your stomach fluttering to life hits when you feel his large hands pressing into your exposed back. The skin on skin contact felt incredible.

In the back of your mind, picking through the many thoughts you hold… you think of the times you’d catch yourself admiring him. Out of the corner of your eye, when he wasn’t looking, etc… you always admired him. The feeling of an intensely deep fondness stitching itself within your heart as the years age on. Fondness growing into a tender warmth; a deep affection.

All in coordinate with a hue of pink.

In moments where your attention didn’t call for him, you found yourself thinking of him anyways.

You are in love with Ryomen Sukuna.

You had been for a while.

From the child you’d known all those years ago until now… you knew you always wanted- no, needed him by you.

“I will- We will find a way out of this,” you tell him, holding the back of his head as you lean into him. His hands slide from your back to tighten his arms around you further. “I only want you,” it comes out as a whisper, muffled a bit as you’re hiding your face in the crook of his neck. Every fiber in your body aches with the intensity of your yearning.

All you hear is the grumble of his deep voice as he acknowledges your words.

A part of you feels as though your attempts may be all for nothing. Freedom from Michizane’s grasp felt far; out of reach. When the snow melts, you’ll be wedded by the words of your mother. Your mother’s face comes to mind, and you wonder how she’d react to the events that happened only hours ago. She would probably stay out of it, keeping herself from any source of issue. All she did was keep to herself anyways.

How could you possibly escape such a situation?

“Do you think we should leave?” You ask, voice muffled into the skin of his neck. The sound of the fire crackling is all you hear as you await a response.

“If you mean the village- No. It is not safe out there,” he tells you, “you are safest here.”

Perhaps he is right, considering you were not a fighter. You weren’t sure what resided beyond the village. Your life was here, all you knew was here.

Though as you think to yourself what he could possibly mean, you’re recalling the ghost sensation of your past wounds. The strange aching feeling of simply nothing telling you just enough… Things you couldn’t possibly explain lived beyond. Aligning along the lines of cursed energy and techniques, things you were taught little of but just enough to know.

Intrigued you were, it was best to stay oblivious.

“I understand,” you whisper.

“Just let me kill him.”

You’re pulling back to look at the man once more. The sudden words that had slipped from his lips make your eyes widen. His dark eyes grab ahold of yours. Your hands grip onto his kimono; frustrated. “I told you-“ Sukuna’s deep chuckle cuts you off, “I respect your wishes. Only a tease.” The stuck up smirk that forms on his lips only makes you look away, refusing to look at such idiocy.

Of course he’d joke about it. His dark humor at times concerned you but you knew it was only a jest… you hoped.

You are relieved to know he does respect you.

His respect for others is scarce, leaving you to question at times.

“I do not want you sleeping here tonight. Have your-“ you instantly cut him off, frowning. “Her name is Aiko,” you interject, knowing he was about to label her as your slave. “Have her prepare you a bag,” he basically orders. You raise an eyebrow, giving him a confused look. “Where are we going?” You’re asking him, feeling him now pull away from you. “You’re to go back with me,” Sukuna says, grabbing the fabric of your kimono. He starts to help you cover your upper body, sliding your sleeves over your shoulders and tying it closed.

You’re silent for a moment as you realize he means his home.

“Alright,” you say.

Aiko had assisted you moments later. Quietly she guided you back to your quarters to layer you up for the walk across the village.

Sukuna sits in the corner of your room as he watches his black haori be placed upon your shoulders. A smug curl of his lips appears, but you don’t see it.

It felt as if the last few hours had not even happened, which should be a good thing. Though you were concerned it didn’t bother you like you thought it would. Any normal person would still be shaken up, locked away in silence to recover.

Perhaps Sukuna’s healing reached your mind as well.

You’re slowly following behind the man as the two of you walk towards his home. The crunching of the snow fills your ears. Wind brushes by you, sending chills down your spine. As your right foot presses into the soft snow, you’re glancing around at the stillness of the village. It was late, all the homes were dark and smoke rose from the stacks on the roofs.

A cloud of steam comes from your lips when you exhale. The sound of it gains Sukuna’s attention. Over his shoulder he glances, looking down in question. “I’m fine,” you assure, giving him a nod. It was just deathly cold.

“Not much farther,” he tells you.

You nod, looking around. The darkness of night makes it difficult to see where you are. Usually you were very good at making your way through your village.

Within a few minutes, you’re approaching his home. The darkness telling you it was cold inside, which you dreaded. You knew he’d be quick to light the fire.

Aiko had packed a thick blanket with your things, which you were grateful for. On your last visit here you’d recalled not seeing much for warmth inside. Only a bare futon in the corner.

Is this how all men were?

As you enter, you’re placing your bag down at your feet. A bit of snow falls from your shoes as you look down, the light from the lantern Sukuna lit giving you access to see.

The clicking of flint fills your ears. You find that Sukuna is already starting the Irori, which you are grateful for.

You take a seat beside him like you had earlier this morning. It really felt as if you hadn’t left at all. How crazy it was for all of the things that had happened to happen in such a short amount of time.

“I should have just stayed here and not returned home,” you break the silence. As the room fills with the warm light of the fire, Sukuna turns his head towards you. “You had to,” he says, in which you nod; defeated. “A shame it is to be treated like a child, even at the age I am now.”

Sukuna hums after you speak, finally sitting as the fire roars to life. You can feel the heat of it grow on you, warming you slowly. It makes you sigh.

The silence is comforting. It’s what naturally comes from Sukuna, being a man of not many words.

Your chest suddenly clenches, aching for the sensation of something warmer.

With a deep breath, you’re removing your hands from the warmth of his haori that’s wrapped around you. Reaching for him your fingers latch onto his clothing, gaining his attention. “Ryomen,” you’re purring, looking up at him with intensity. Your voice comes out as a form of begging.

You’re watching as his eyes flicker towards you, his eyelashes fluttering a bit as he blinks.

Almost instantly his demeanor shifts from curiousness to desire. His eyebrows move together to show determination.

“Careful,” he warns, placing one of his large hands on the back of your neck. It’s pulling you closer to him. His lips hover over yours.

Sukuna says your name, though it’s so quiet you barely register it. You can feel the warmth of his breath as it fans over your needy lips. The heartbeat in your ears roars to life as he closes the distance.

He’s kissing you softly at first, as if to savor your lips like he would never taste them again. It’s soft for a few more moments before he further deepens it, tilting your head to give access for his tongue.

In an instant, anything and everything is sucked into the abyss. The only thing that matters is the carnality that manifests within the both of you. Heat growing and combining.

His hand tightens its grasp on the back of your neck and you feel the way his large fingers twitch in your scalp. It makes you whimper into his mouth, feeling his need through just his touch. Warm and inviting, desire vibrates through you viciously.

Your hands are pulling at his clothing, unwrapping it from his broad shoulders. He does the same to you. Cold air makes itself known on your once again bare upper body. The fabric of your haori and kimono crumbles at your waist.

He then takes control, pushing your back onto the floor behind you. His large figure hovers over you. You’re soaking up the lustful gaze he pours onto you, breathing heavily.

You still couldn’t believe such an ethereal being such as him chose you.

His hand finds your cheek, holding it softly. As he gazes down, a thumb runs over your swollen lips. “It’s just us,” he tells you, glancing from your lips, your chest, and back to your eyes.

His words make your heart thump heavily, making you take in a shaky deep breath. The deepness of it makes your chest raise, which causes Sukuna to glance once more. His eyes devour the sight of your breasts.

It was just the two of you.

You’re nodding in response to his words, unable to speak. You lean into the hand on your face.

The sudden feeling of his heated lips against your chilled collarbone has you gasping, arching your chest into him. He takes his other hand to place on your right breast, brushing a large thumb over your pebbled nipple.

“Ah!” You’re releasing in a breathy gasp.

It drives Sukuna mad.

“You can be louder than that.”

The sound of his muffled, lust filled voice sends you into orbit. It’s intoxicating, causing your legs to move together. Yet, you realize his body is between them. You’re arching your aching core against him, feeling him press just as eagerly into you.

His hardness is obvious as it slides against you, making you moan without shame.

Your cheeks felt as if they’d bit lit on fire, an outcome of the arousal that swims inside of you. Inebriated off of just him.

“Just like that,” he growls, kissing the skin under your jawline. It has you leaning your head back, giving him more room to explore. The wet feeling of his tongue presses into your skin as he licks a stripe across your jawline, stopping at your lips. You’re taking in a shaky breath.

He’s pressing a soft, sweet kiss to them while he chuckles.

Your hands are gripped onto his large arms, feeling the way his biceps tense under your touch.

“I-“ you are unable to continue, feeling his fingers pinch at your nipple. Electricity runs from the sensation straight to your core. It ignites as it flushes through you, burning you alive. You’re bucking into him once more, earning an animalistic growl from him.

“The only thing I want to hear from your lips are-“ his voice is right at your ear as he presses his large clothed cock into your core once more, earning a high pitched gasp. “That’s what I want to hear.”

All the layers become unbearable.

He’s then untying your kimono.

As he sits on his knees, you watch as he unwraps himself from his own clothing. The marvelous sight of his sculpted body comes into view, illuminated by the orange hues of the fire. You’re practically drooling as the starvation hits you, eyeing him as if he were a fine meal.

Before your eyes can travel to his lower body, he’s pressing back into you. The underside of his shaft slides against your now bare core.

“Sh-shit,” you curse, panting. You’re reaching for him, placing one of your hands against his chest.

Eagerness eats away at you as you place your other hand on the curve of his waist. Your fingers press into his skin, feeling his warmth beneath your touch. You wanted to be closer.

His skin is soft, hot to the touch. You felt like you were touching fire itself.

“You are painfully beautiful,” you hear him tell you. “It infuriates me that other men look at you.”

As he speaks you feel the tip of his erection press against your entrance. The way it slides in just a bit tells you there was no need for preparation.

Just the tip of his cock has you on edge, biting your bottom lip while the pleasure soars through you. You’re tightening your thighs around him, bucking your hips a bit; he slides further into you due to your movements.

“You are mine.”

He’s sliding into you fully with no issue. Your walls hugging around his enormous length.

The tip of his dick presses deep into you, stopping as he bottoms out. It’s still sore you feel, not recovered from the first time yet. Though it’s aching, it doesn’t feel awful; it’s all but awful.

You’re silent while he speaks.

“The thought of that trash-“ you muffle his words as you slide your hand from his chest to his mouth. Your palm covers his lips, getting him to lock his eyes with yours. “It’s okay,” you say, moving your body against his.

Sukuna begins moving as well, slowly pulling out a bit to thrust back in. You’re whimpering as your fingers tremble against his lips.

“If he ever touches you again,” he says into your hand. His lips press a meaningful kiss to your palm, sharp eyes casting down at you.

“There will be nothing left of him.”

He bucks into you.

You’re throwing your head back, moaning again. You keep your eyes from fluttering close from the pleasure and you see the way he takes your fingers into his mouth. Index and middle, it sits in the wet warmth.

He’s holding that smug look you always found exciting. It’s a rarity seeing him express anything other than the stoniness he usually holds.

Teeth bite down on your digits firmly, but not enough to hurt. It’s enough to excite you further, fueling the flame inside of you.

Suddenly you’re gasping, feeling the sharp snap of his pelvis as it slams into you. Your hands fall to your sides, finding his forearms to hold onto. He’s holding your hips firmly as he leans back and sits on his knees. Your hips are angled perfectly as he drives into you in a frantic rhythm. Each thrust elicits a moan from your throat. They’re strangled and airy, showing your inner turmoil.

Through your hooded eyes you watch the way his body moves while he pounds into you. His muscles ripple under his skin beautifully.

You scan your eyes to his face, seeing the way his lips are parted in a blissed expression. His eyes are hooded also, pink lashes hiding his hungry gaze.

Sukuna studies the area where your bodies are combined.

He’s drunk off of you.

It’s painfully good.

“P-Please,” you’re calling out, digging your nails into his skin. He grunts from your action. His eyes flicker up to yours.

“Please,” you fully beg with no issue, closing your eyes from the intense stimulation.

The tip of his dick kisses your cervix another time, which makes you wince with a jump. Your teeth clench together, hissing silently at the soreness.

Sukuna stops immediately, peering down at you in concern. The tight grip he held on your hips lightens as he rubs his hands up and down your sides.

“I’m still not used to this,” you tell him.

You’re breathing heavily, trying to catch your breath. Sukuna’s chest heaves a bit too. A light shade of pink flushed across his cheeks.

“I got carried away,” he admits, pulling himself from you.

The sudden emptiness is troubling, making your face twist uncomfortably.

“You are just overwhelmingly alluring,” he adds. His hands rub into the skin of your waist, casting his warm gaze down. “It’s hard to hold myself back with you.”

You nod, understanding his words though they make you blush uncontrollably.

“It’s only been a day or so, you’re still sore so perhaps we should-“ you cut him off when you realize what he’s insisting. You’re too worked up, refusing to stop now.

You’re sitting up, placing your hands on his chest to push him onto his back. The sudden boldness causes a warm feeling to swirl to life inside of you.

“I am not finished,” you whisper.

Sukuna is absolutely beautiful laying under you like he is now.

You see the shocked but crazed look he holds in his eyes. It’s almost proud, but it’s definitely hungry. Hungry for you.

“Finish then,” he spits.

You’re now at a loss, unsure of what to do.

Sure, you knew women sometimes topped men from artwork you’ve seen in the past but now that you’re here… you feel the panic settle inside of you. A frown forms on your lips when you place your hands on his stomach.

He’s chuckling, now holding your hips like he was before. “I’ll be honest,” he starts, “I don’t think I can contain myself seeing you fall apart on top of me.”

He’s lifting your hips, angling his dick to poke at your entrance once more.

When you’re sliding down onto it, he’s taking a deep breath in. Your thighs squeeze at his sides. Sukuna’s eyes close for a few seconds, opening them again to show his cracking restraint.

“Try,” you challenge, voice raspy.

You’re trying your first movement, which is grinding your hips forward. It works, you notice. Almost instantly the veins in Sukuna’s neck bulge when you slide back and forth, not lifting your hips up.

The friction of your bodies combining gives a bit of pleasure to your clit, which makes you clench your teeth.

It’s slow, feeling his length dragging in and out of you in the position you’re in. You can feel all of him. Every inch is savored.

The grip he has on you tightens, pressing your core firmer to him. You watch as his nostrils flare, jaw clenching.

“You are so tight,” he praises. You quicken your hips a bit, pressing your hands against his chiseled abdomen as you steady yourself. His abs ripple under your touch.

Your breasts bounce from your movements. Sukuna watches them in awe, glancing from your eyes, lips, breasts, and further down. He stops on where you’re combined, a concentrated look in his eyes.

You’re arching your back from the sudden pleasure. The pad of his thumb swirling over your swollen clit as you ride him. As you arch, it angles your body perfectly for his cock to continuously press the sweet spot inside of you.

It has you closing your eyes completely, furrowing your brows. It’s a lot, but you take it. You’d take anything this man gives you.

“Good,” he purrs, squeezing his hand on your hip as he gives your clit attention. “Good girl.”

His praises make you moan. “Mm-“ you breathe out.

Quickly, you feel the buildup in your gut. The warmth threatening to spill as your grinding becomes uneven.

Sukuna notices this and begins to thrust from beneath you, continuing the pace so your orgasm isn’t disturbed.

You see the way his jaw clenches, showing he’s close. His grunts become deeper and heavier.

“Fuck,” you whisper to yourself as you feel the euphoria take over. A white light prickles your vision as you close your eyes once more.

You’re shaking as you suddenly moan, loud and shamelessly.

“Ride it out,” he urges. His honeyed voice is deep with a grumble. It helps you through it.

The waves of pleasure slow as does your movements.

When you completely stop you can feel the beating of your heart in your ears. You’re panting for air, trying to catch your breath as exhaustion begins to take over. You were spent.

As you glance down at the large man under you… you see the hooded gaze he throws back at you, signaling his exhaustions as well.

“Did you…?” You’re suddenly asking him, unsure of if he came or not. You were too distracted in your cloud of pleasure to notice.

Sukuna’s eyebrow raises, a small smirk growing on his lips. A sigh escapes his lips before he speaks.

“That’s enough for now,” he tells you, lifting you off of him. The feeling of him leaving your body has you shuddering, making you blush a bit.

He’s already wrapping something around you, which you notice is the black haori.

“Is everything okay?” You’re asking him, watching as he adds fuel to the fire. His bare back shields you from the fire, casting a shadow over you.

You reach to touch him, placing a flat hand on his back. His muscles tense under your touch.

“You’ve been through enough tonight. I don’t want to push you at all.”

His back still faces you, hiding his face as he speaks.

A small smile grows on your lips as you understand what he’s saying. His words warm you, showing you the deepness of his care. Though you’re healed, you can still feel the heaviness of your mind. A lot had happened.

Sukuna then turns to face you once he’s finished feeding the fire. A soft look stretches across his features as he looks down at you. “It’s late,” his hand brushes some hair out of your face, “let me make your bed. You need to rest.”

He slips his kimono back around him once he stands, tying it at his waist.

He’s walking to the other side of the room, grabbing something. You’re in a tired daze, unsure of what it was.

It’s suddenly offered in front of you, showing it’s a clay cup filled with water. “Drink,” he orders, placing it in your hands. You do as he says.

“Are you hungry?” He asks you as he’s walking away. In the corner of the room he lays out blankets; which isn’t much. He also adds the one Aiko packed.

The heavy feeling of your tired eyelids hits as you yawn, staring at the fire in front of you.

You shake your head, content with eating in the morning. “I’m fine, thank you.” Once the cup you hold is empty, you place it on the ground beside you.

After a few moments, you feel Sukuna lifting you up. His large hands taking hold of your body as he carries you to the futon.

You’re absolutely exhausted, feeling the sudden softness of blankets engulf you as you’re laid atop them. Sukuna’s scent surrounds you, leaving a smile on your face as you relax into it.

Sukuna’s strong arm pulls you towards his body, holding you tightly against him. A blanket casts over your body.

It’s silent for a few minutes.

“I won’t let anything happen to you again,” Sukuna tells you. You don’t respond, holding your face into the warmth of his chest. All you feel and smell is him.

It’s all you need.

Against your cheek you can feel his heart beating. Such an intimate, comforting feeling.

You feel his hand hold the back of your head, keeping you close to him.

While you fade into sleep, you’re thinking of it all. You’re thinking of Sukuna and how you wish he was in Michizane’s place. You wished that man didn’t exist. His striking blue eyes haunting you even now, without even having to see them in person.

Pushing the thought of him from your mind, you think of the man currently wrapped around you. He never seems to leave your thoughts.

You want to tell him how you truly felt so badly.

You wanted him to know that you were truly his.

Yet, you feel it’s much too early to declare such a serious thing. The last thing you wanted was to overwhelm him; scaring him off.

Only yesterday did you finally come close as you did.

From all the years you’d known Sukuna, emotions were not something he handled well. You were always patient with him when it came to anything regarding that matter.

Just before you’re falling into spell of sleep, you’re reaching up to place a soft kiss on his cheek.

“Thank you,” you express in a soft voice. Your hand is brushing through his pink hair, massaging his scalp. He’s leaning into your touch, closing his eyes.

As you fade into darkness, you’re able to catch the image of Sukuna removing your hand from his hair, placing a kiss to your palm.

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He’d come to you like a lost puppy the first time you’d met him.

A flash of pink dashes by, catching your wandering eyes. In your chest a sudden warmth makes itself known, igniting the surrounding colors of the forest into brighter hues. It makes you jerk your head to follow the direction of the pink, only for you to find a boy running down the path you’d just walked.

The sound of cicadas grows much louder than it had before. Your small heart thumping against your chest. Why had you suddenly felt so… alive?

A gust of wind follows in the direction in which he ran, blowing your hair about. The wind smells crisp, entwined with woody notes from the surrounding trees. It’s wet and earthy.

Your mother pulls against you as your footsteps falter. With your attention being taken away, it causes you to stop walking, your mother tugging at your small arm. The sudden motion grabs your attention; feet picking up the pace.

The both of you had ventured towards the spring located in the forest; a way to catch a breath of fresh air. Cool water would surely help beat the heat of summer. It’s shaded by the trees, providing relief from the rays of harsh sun.

You could hear the faint laughter from the boy as he ran down the pathway, away from the springs. As you turn your head back towards the boy, you hear a groan, “Ryomen Sukuna!” It sounded very similar to the scolding of your own mother. The feminine voice resonated desperately as it called for the pink haired boy known as Sukuna.

He seemed to be around your age, you noticed.

Hand in hand with your mother, you feel her halt her movements. It makes you look up at her when she does, wondering what she was doing. You observe her smile which makes you glance ahead, finding a woman standing before the two of you.

Curiously, you eyed the woman from the ground to her face… discovering she had the same lively pink shade of hair that matched the boy. She must be his mother.

“He’s excited… he doesn’t get to play like this often,” the woman says tiredly. One of her hands runs over her face while she sighs and your mother chuckles. “How old is he?” Your mother asks and the woman crosses her arms, “He has just turned 5… I swear it’s like he has an infinite amount of energy.”

At the age of 4 years old, you first crossed paths with Ryomen Sukuna.

You’re sat on your knees in the icy water of the spring, venturing about the mossy rocks as you explore. You remember how lively it felt, worrying of nothing but what sat before you. The bright greens of the surrounding nature forever embed itself into your brain. Rays of glimmering sunlight break through the limbs of the trees that tower over you, causing the rushing water to glow magically.

As you grasp at a slick river rock which lies closer towards the bank, you lift it with your small hand, looking forward to uncovering what creature could be on the underside… a shrilling sound of an excited voice interrupts you, “What are you doing?” The voices asks, making you jump.

You release the rock, dropping it into the water and causing it to splash.

“Hey!” You shout just as loudly back, instantly angered by the sudden intrusion. Yet, as you look up, you find the bright deep eyes of the boy who’d run past you just moments ago. A toothy smile is splayed across his features as he sits cross-cross on a rock just a few feet away from you.

“I’m Ryomen,” he introduces himself. His voice is sweet, you remember the rich innocence of it clear as day. It matched that of any other 5 year old, laced with a sweetness that of candy.

It struck a sudden warmth in your younger self, a small smile coming to your face. You instantly forget the rock, moving onto the next best interesting thing.

You tell him your name, bursting into a fit of giggles along with him. The two of you clicked instantly, playing about in the chilled water as your mother’s watched from the bank across the stream.

They sat together, both of them chatting away, but their eyes still on the two of you.

Ever since that day, Sukuna had seemingly found a place inside of you.

Your mother’s had become quite close as well, which meant he was able to visit your home often.

From playing in the streams during summer to the fresh mounds of snow in winter, you grew along side him. Years of connecting solidifying your bond. The warmth you found in his presence had stuck within you.

It was around the age of 8 you had noticed his sudden change… his bubbly smile had been torn away from you, locked deep within him. Though he was still kind, that never faltering; he held a different atmosphere. A subtle darkness lingered over him like a storm cloud ready to spill.

It stayed. You gradually grew used to it, accepting his growing brazen personality. Though he projected his anger of the world onto everyone and everything… he never did it to you.

No matter what, you would accept Sukuna as he was.

You recall being woken up by your mother. The darkness of your room telling you what time it has been; late at night. She brought a portable lantern, setting it down to the side of her. Your mother sits on her knees next to your futon. “Darling,” she says softly, stroking the hair from your face. The iciness of her fingers sinks into your warm skin, helping rouse you from your sleep.

As your eyelids flicker open, you catch the way the lantern paints shadows on your bedroom walls.

She tells you Sukuna’s mother has been killed.

A man had broken into their home, murdering her in her sleep and attempting to murder Sukuna as well. It had caused you to sit up in a shock, staring at your mother with wide eyes.

She then tells you Sukuna killed the man himself. His efforts to save his mother turning into an attempt to avenge her.

You knew why he had shifted. He had walled up his emotions to protect himself. The only family he knew had been taken from him, leaving him to fend for himself.

At such a young age, he killed someone.

In such a large village, he was truly alone.

Sukuna had told you he had no father… his mother had been sexually assaulted during a village raid a year before you were born.

At the time, you didn’t understand what that meant. You were incredibly young and naive, but you understood that it wasn’t a good thing. Especially when you saw the way his face twisted in disgust when he talked about it.

“I can be your family,” you told him like the ignorant child you were. A bright smile projected from your face towards him, telling him you meant it.

It’s quiet as he looks at you, his back resting against the tree the two of you are sat under. The leaves from it cast a shade onto the both of you, protecting you from the harsh rays of summer sun.

“If you say so,” Sukuna says. His voice is quiet, lacking enthusiasm. You don’t take it to heart, understanding how hard it’s been for him recently.

Your mother had instantly sprung into action upon hearing the news, taking Sukuna in. The empty spare rooms of your estate proving there was more than enough space for a child in need.

He stayed with you for a few years, until he reached the age of 13.

On a simmering day in the middle of summer, you found him training just outside the engawa. As you venture further out, you hear the bustling sounds of the cicadas and songbirds. The sounds of summer.

His pink hair soaks in the sunlight, making it glow a rich hue. When he suddenly shifts his body, the katana he wields reflects the sunlight into your eyes, making you wince. “Hey,” you make yourself known, holding a hand to shield your eyes as you step off the elevated portion of the house. He pauses his movements, turning to face you. The katana drops to his side.

“Are you training to be a samurai?” You half joked and half seriously asked, approaching him completely. “No,” he says, his voice curt and face stoic. As you near him you notice how he’s sweating… he must’ve been pushing himself.

“You better not,” you say, putting your hands on your hips, “I don’t want you to leave.”

“Now I’m thinking it’s a good idea,” he suddenly says, making you gasp. You catch the small smirk he shows and your chest tightens. The sudden cracks in his walls were something you treasured.

Later that day, all that could be heard was the shouting of your father. His deep voice boomed against the paper thin walls, making it easy to hear from any part of the estate. It was angry, intertwined with a disgust you only would hear from a man filled with hatred. Bone chilling, you recall feeling.

It had all been directed towards Sukuna.

The sudden change in feelings towards Sukuna had shocked both you and your mother. The two of you sat silently as your father lashed out on the boy, expressing his true feelings.

Like a rabid dog, your father slung insults and curses towards him.

If either of you were to speak up it wouldn’t do any good.

“You are not welcome here,” he finally spits at Sukuna as the boy sits before him. You were all in the main room, summoned there by your father. “Leave my estate at once and never return!”

It’s then quiet.

Sukuna is silent.

The atmosphere of the room had grown thick with a dark feeling, almost making it impossible to breathe. Your chest felt extremely tight as your stomach flipped anxiously, watching Sukuna clench his fists in his lap.

You could feel your heartbeat in your ears as you glanced around the room. From your clammy hands in your lap that gripped the fabric of your kimono, to your father, and to Sukuna… the room became unbearable with tension.

It diminished when you suddenly stand, unable to take any more; you rush out of the room.

At the time, you weren’t sure what had provoked your father to do such a thing… but as a few years went by, you slowly came to realize.

Sukuna had refrained from telling you.

He grew more closeted, keeping to himself as much as he could… a defense mechanism to keep himself safe; even if it was you.

Even if you were the only person he could trust, he still distanced himself.

He’d moved into the home he lived in before, the small shack. It was gifted to his mother by the farmers when she’d arrived here all those years ago.

The village had grown weary of him. His strength, which grew fast, worried the people. He was immensely strong for his age, holding much wisdom on sorcery that a middle aged man would.

The village wanted him gone, exiled and forgotten. Perhaps even dead.

You remember the day you overheard your father talking about it. The paper thin walls proving useful as you hear him and a few other men discuss Sukuna.

The only thing keeping him here was you.

Though your father was cold and harsh, he was kind to you. You were his only child. That must have meant something to him. The ways in which he expressed his love were honest and kind at times, it often left you questioning him.

“My daughter is fond of the boy so removing him isn’t an option,” you hear your father say. Your heart thumps anxiously at his words.

“Keep the other kids away from him. Tell anyone else to distance themselves. Perhaps we can… persuade him to leave.”

Their way of persuasion was cruel.

It had grown darker, for you and especially for Sukuna.

Over the next few years you saw the way they shamelessly treated him like a wild animal. He was ignored by everyone. Merchants refused to sell to him, even if he had the money he worked hard to get. “Get your cursed money away!” You recall an older woman, a merchant, spitting towards Sukuna.

You stood by his side in shock, looking over from the old lady to him and watching the way he clenches his fist that held his money tight. The skin of his knuckles growing white from the pressure.

His face held the same stone-like expression, showing he wasn’t fazed.

That was the first time you noticed the dark aura radiating off of him… but it hadn’t deterred you away. The atmosphere was melancholic, thick with tension.

In silence the two of you are walking back to his home, the sounds of the village filling the background. The squeaks of moving carts and chatter among merchant stands as they packed up for the day.

The sun had began to set, emitting an orange hue among the stretch of pathway before you.

It felt serene, despite the earlier hiccups.

You realize it’d been quite a while since you last had a moment with Sukuna; especially one calm as this… being that you were 15 now, you had more duties as your father’s only child. It kept you busy.

In the midst of learning basic etiquette under your mother and other servants… be it a busy schedule, you still thought of him. Time kept its march and you constantly worried if he had enough food or supplies due to his difficulty attaining them.

Though you remember him mentioning he hunted animals in his spare time. Food was not an issue for him.

As you walk beside him, you’re glancing over, studying his side profile from the corner of your eye. Sukuna holds a sack over his shoulder which contained everything he was able to purchase. He looks the same, you notice, but as you’re looking up… you realize he has gotten taller. It makes you angle your head to get a better look.

A whole foot above your head taller.

While taking in his new height, you see the way his pink hair had grown over his ears. The length had looked unruly and you’re shocked you hadn’t noticed it when you met up with him earlier today.

Perhaps the ruthlessness of your fellow people had distracted you.

You take note of how his usual slick back look is more prominent as he attempts to tuck it behind his ears. Only to keep it out of his face.

It makes you laugh, instantly reaching a hand up to cover your mouth to muffle the sounds.

Sukuna jerks his head towards you, casting his eyes down to catch yours with his. Deep brown, which is pushing hazel now due to the sunlight, makes your breath hitch. You feel the heat rush to your face from embarrassment.

“What the hell is so funny?” He snaps, halting his steps which makes you stop as well. You take a deep breath to keep yourself from giggling, removing your hand. “Your hair,” you say in a breathy, amused tone. His eyebrows furrow together in confusion as he asks unamused, “What about it?”

“Were you growing it out?” You tease him, giving him a smile. He’s sighing, fixing the sack over his shoulder as he rolls his eyes. He’s silent but you continue on, “I think it’s cute.”

You instantly see the way his cheeks burn red, his eyes scanning over your face wide with shock. Yet, he quickly replaces his shocked demeanor with his same stone expression. He then looks away, exposing his side profile once again in an attempt to hide his flustered, red face.

You’re struck with a sudden wave of bliss as you study him. The sunset makes him glow, and your heart thumps against your rib cage in an unfamiliar way; it’s welcoming.

You feel the sudden urge to reach out and touch him, hold his face with your hands.

His skin is almost glowing gold, looking like the finest treasure in all of the land. He could be considered a treasure himself.

You wanted it for yourself.

“I have shears if you’d help me cut it,” he mumbles, cutting off your wandering thoughts. His voice is giving away his embarrassment even further, and you chuckle as you come back to your senses.

To see someone with a personality as hard and stubborn as his crack at the slightest things… it filled you with a deep feeling. Though you weren’t sure what, all you knew that seeing him able to feel anything but anger… it made you happy.

“Let’s go then,” you say, grasping onto his clothing and tugging him along. He releases a grunt as you use all your strength to move him.

Sukuna grumbles as he takes his hand to remove it from his kimono, untangling your fist to intertwine his larger fingers with yours. He lets you pull him to his home. The warmth of his hand radiated into your own.

Later on, you found yourself sitting behind him as he sat on the floor. You sat atop a small stool.

His height posed no issue but you still had to straighten your back out almost completely to comfortably reach. In your right hand held the pair of farming shears he was talking about. He must have not had shears for cosmetic use.

“How short do you want it?” You’re asking him as you take your left hand and brush his hair back. He’s silent as you touch him, your fingers digging into his scalp as you feel how soft his hair actually is. You’d never touched it before and now that you were… you didn’t want to stop.

“Your hair is so soft,” you say with a smile, hearing him grunt in response. An inner part of you buzzes when you realize he’s enjoying your hand movements. “You gonna tell me how short?” You say again, clipping the shears in the air to let him know you’re ready.

“The usual length,” Sukuna tells you. You roll yours eyes as you set the shears in your right hand down on the floor. The hand joins your left in his hair on the opposite side.

“So bald?” You joke, brushing his hair back.

He’s sighing, which makes your playful smile drop, looking ahead. You see the side of his face from behind him. His usual scowl, which plagues his features and comes off as hard as stone is gone… replaced with a softness you had not seen in many moons.

The atmosphere of the room had shifted, becoming warm.

He looks like the boy you’d met all those years ago.

“If you just wanted to play with your hair… why didn’t you just ask me?” You whisper softly, tucking the hair behind his ears. He’s still silent, almost as if he refuses to respond. You don’t mind it, so you keep on; pressing your fingertips into his scalp.

He then leans back, pressing his large back into your knees, leaning into you. You gasp, but not loud enough to where he notices.

Your heartbeat quickens when you realize how close he actually is.

“I have to head home soon, Ryomen. The sun was setting before we got here-“ he cuts you off. His voice is low as he speaks, “Just a bit longer.”

In the racing thoughts of your mind, you realize this is probably the first time he’d been shown affection since his late mother. Your heart jolts, painfully. The vision of his cheerful mother comes to life in your mind as you comb his hair with your fingers.

“Anything for you,” you whisper.

You eventually do cut his hair that night, trimming it to his preferred length.

He walks you back to your home, making sure you survive the walk across the village.

“If you need me to cut your hair again, just say so.”

Your words catch Sukuna off guard. He fully knows what you mean by your words, shifting his dark eyes towards you. He stops his steps right before the entryway to the gardens of your estate; Sukuna isn’t allowed in.

He’s staring down at you, eyebrows furrowed together once again.

A single nod; it’s all he gives you. His troubled expression dropping into a much simpler one. Not cold, like his usual self… this one reminded you of who he really was. It was soft; soft in his terms, which you understood.

You knew he was grateful, so his absence of verbal gratitude didn’t bother you. You could feel it.

From that point on, small touches like hand holding and anything in between had become common. It wasn’t uncomfortable, if anything… you looked forward to it. Though it wasn’t often, when it did happen, it was fulfilling. Each time awakened a fire within you that you hadn’t felt before.

When you’d turned 16, your father had introduced you to your first possible suitor. A man whose age doubled your own… you immediately declined. Disgust had instantly bubbled within you upon seeing the man for the first time.

It was many attempts after the first to marry you off. Your father wanted what connections he could get.

Your mother had grown distant, leaving your studies to the maids as she kept to herself. She mostly stayed in her own chambers, one separate from your father’s. At times you would visit, but even then you felt like she didn’t want you there.

In a way, you began to feel alone.

Aiko had come to you shortly after your 16th birthday, a gift from your father to help you with your path to womanhood… she was supposed to go with you to your suitor’s estate.

Sukuna had not taken the news well. He had gone silent for almost a week upon hearing you were to eventually be married off.

When he’d returned, you were waiting outside his home, expecting an explanation. He only told you it was for training purposes, which you naively fell for.

At the time, you weren’t sure why he acted the way he did… but now, you knew.

In the current time now, at the age of 25, he’d finally found it within himself to let you in. In the years between then and now, you had done your best to keep the suitors away.

Michizane Suguwara had slithered his way through the cracks in your walls, claiming his spot. Almost as if he was a parasite, latching himself to you just to benefit himself.

You hear Sukuna’s demands echoing in your mind, but another voice takes over.

“Just do as he says,” your mother tells you in a tired tone.

You’re both sat on the engawa, feeding the winter birds. They peck away at the small seeds that litter the snow.

In the corner of your eye you can see your mother toss a handful of seed out, causing the songbirds to scurry around to get as much as they can. Food was scarce for them when it snowed.

You sigh, closing your eyes in frustration. In the distance you can hear the song birds who reside in the bare trees. Their song putting at least some part of you at ease.

If only you could live like them, their only worry being when they eat their next meal.

“Usually you’re on my side when it comes to these things,” you say to her, opening your eyes to look over at her. She’s already looking at you, tired eyes reflecting into your own. She looked just like you.

Some would say she was your twin.

“He’s already spoken to me. I… I think it’s in your best interest to accept,” your mother says. Her voice is just above a whisper. You clench your teeth; annoyed and angry. “He said the same thing. I don’t really think I even have a choice… do I?” You’re asking her quietly.

“You are to marry him when the snow melts,” she says with finality, looking away from you now. The silence that follows her words is loud, even the birds had stopped for a moment.

So it is to be.

Michizane Sugawara will be your husband.

Your chest aches, twisting at the thought of it. Damn it all, you think. Your life was never your own and you’d at least tried to make it your own until now. It was fun while it lasted.

You think of Sukuna’s words, telling you that if Michizane were to touch you… he’d kill him. That surely would set your father over the edge, you think.

Though you knew Michizane was quite the strong individual… you were worried Sukuna would go through with it. Michizane’s head on a stake just for bumping into you on accident.

The thought definitely had you on edge.

“I’m sorry,” you mother says quietly. You almost didn’t catch it, but you look towards her. Her hands are clenched on top of her lap. The fabric of her kimono wrinkles from the grip she holds. “I just want you to be happy… but I fear we are cursed.”

As you study your mother’s movements, seeing the obvious distress… you’re gritting your teeth.

Cursed.

“In time you’ll know,” she suddenly says, “for now I believe you need to deal with more pressing issues.” She is looking back at you, her gaze soft. “What do you mean?” You question, raising an eyebrow.

She chuckles, “Sukuna is just a man. Don’t hurt him. It’s been hard enough for him as is.”

Your mother had always been on his side, as were you.

Her words make you smile. “Of course you knew,” you’re muttering as you feel the heat on your cheeks. “I’m your mother,” is all she replies.

As the day slowly moves towards night, you’re accompanied by Aiko as you walk down the hall towards dinner.

“It’s been a long day,” Aiko says with a sigh and you chuckle. “It has?” You’re replying, and she looks over to you. “I’ve had to “run errands” in town today and do my chores. It’s been a long day. I also still have more to do,” she tells you. You’re nodding, listening to her. “Mind you,” she adds, a sly smile on her features, “if he’s supposed to come by you will probably need my help.”

“I will not need your help,” you tell her. You hadn’t needed it before and succeeded sneaking Sukuna in after dark for years now. “It’s best if you stay out of what you can. If my father were to hear word of you aiding in that… he’d get rid of you.”

Your words make her nod, showing she understood. You were right.

When the two of you arrive to the main room, Aiko slides the door open for you. You instantly find that there are only two lap tables.

Michizane sits at one, opposite to the one that you assume is yours.

Joy, you think to yourself. Your father had been one step ahead of you after all. Deep inside you fight back the distasteful feeling swirling in your gut.

“Good evening,” he greets you with a smile. You’re entering the room, doing what you can to not to turn around walk off. “I assume it will just be us?” You ask, voice calm. Michizane nods, shifting in the spot he sits.

“Is that an issue?” He asks you, one of his eyebrows raised. You instantly feel the shift in mood, finding he may be challenging you.

“No,” you release, taking your seat on the cushion at your table. It’s quiet now, the only sounds being that of the bustling servants who begin to bring out your meal.

Even as you eat, it’s dreadfully quiet.

The room felt off, unbelievably so. If anything was bound to happen, it’d happen here.

Before you sat someone so high of rank and you wanted anything but to sit where you were now. You wanted nothing to do with the man.

You hadn’t realized you were staring until you caught his eyes with your own. His gaze rises from his food to connect with yours. The electrifying blue holding your gaze, studying you.

What you notice is the stark white of his uncovered hair. He no longer wore his head piece, which covered it before. The long strands of white were tied back into a pony-tail behind his head. White bangs framed his face.

“I’ll get to the point,” he suddenly says, looking away to the food before him. You internally thank him for that. “I know I just arrived only this morning, but I’d like for us to be friends.”

He’s taking a sip from a cup of tea as he looks back up at you. His eyes emit a faint, cerulean glow.

“Friends?” You ask skeptically, voice just above a whisper. Though your tone came off rather defensive he says nothing of it. He nods, placing the cup down to pick up his chopsticks. “Well we’d have to start somewhere… let’s be friends,” Sugawara insists with a smile. You sigh. He was persistent, you could admit. “If that’s what you wish,” you say.

“You don’t sound happy,” Michizane pushes. You almost laugh but hold it in.

He’s still staring at you, waiting for a response. Eyes locked with his, it almost feels like a staring contest.

“May I speak honestly?” You ask a few seconds later. He nods.

“If you were in my position… would you be happy?”

He is silent for a few moments, studying your features. By the look of his face, you could tell he was thinking to himself.

Suddenly the calm pattern of conversation shifts, jabbing your brain from the suddenness.

“I would say you should feel grateful that I even answered your father’s pleads for me to take you,” he lets out, “It’s sad hearing a grown men beg another just to sell off his own seed.”

You’re in utter disbelief from his words, gawking at him with your widened eyes. It makes your heart thump. Rage takes its home inside of you, swirling about in intense waves. Your fists clench.

“How dare you,” you hiss, voice low.

Michizane rests his left elbow on the table, holding his cheek against his closed fist as he smirks at you. “You’re nothing but a tool I need to give me an heir. A son preferably,” he’s moving the tea cup to his lips with his other hand to take a sip, “A daughter like you would simply not do.”

Within just a second after his words, you’re standing, refusing to hear such disrespect come from a man you barely know. Especially if you were destined to marry.

As you stand, the table you sat at is pushed back, shaking the plates which cause noise.

He stares up at you, a challenging look in his wild eyes. Almost as if he was amused; enjoying a show.

“I refuse to marry any man who sees me as such!” You release angrily, clenching your teeth you turn towards the door to leave.

You get a few footsteps away, just about to reach the handle of the sliding door… you’re then grabbed by a pair of rough hands. The largeness of them take your shoulders, slamming into the closest wall. The the air is knocked out of you almost completely.

You’re gasping, eyes wide as you come face to face with a set of devilish blue ones. The glow they hold is brighter than before.

Michizane lets go of your shoulders to find your wrists at your sides, quickly taking hold of them. He pins them to the wall above your head. His movements are too quick, leaving you powerless against him.

It frightens you.

Trembling, you shrink under him.

Your heart rate quickens.

Stomach churning, you try and steady your irregular breathing as he leans his face towards yours. His white bangs brush across the skin of your face.

You can smell the alcohol on his breath, thinking he may abuse the substance. It makes your throat constrict, pushing back the vomit that threatens to come up.

“I refuse to let a woman talk to me in such a way,” he says, recalling your last set of words thrown at him. His grip on your wrists tightens, making you wince. Was he actually trying to hurt you?

You wriggle in his grasp in an attempt to break free but he only pushes harder.

His face holds the same sick smirk he held before. Though it was darker now, letting you know he had no limits on what he could do. Not knowing what could happen next.

“You’re not talking now?” He asks you with a chuckle, pressing his body into yours. The man is heavy, pushing his chest against you. Your stomach instantly twists sickeningly. He was too close. His breath can be felt at your ear, his voice quiet but deep as he demands the words, “Say something!”

“What do you want from me?” You choke out in a sob, closing your eyes. All you can hear is him chuckle, the stubble of his face brushes against yours.

“Submission,” his breath is hot against your ear. It’s revolting.

“I want you to accept that I own you now,” he adds, pulling away from your ear. His knee separates your joined legs, pushing itself between them; molding you to his preferred position. The feeling of being completely paralyzed and powerless under him has you sick to your stomach.

No man should ever treat you this way.

As he pulls his face away, locking his eyes with yours… you see the darkness that swims within his eyes. A wave of chills down runs down your spine.

“If you submit and accept, you’d be everything a man would want. Pretty and obedient.”

On a split second decision, knowing it’ll hurt you… you’re cutting him off by slamming your head into his. Foreheads make contact, instantly sending a burst of white hot pain throughout your skull. Behind closed eyes, it’s bright from the pain.

While you hold back crying out from it, Michizane doesn’t. He’s grunting, reeling his head back to prevent you from striking again.

He was smart for that move, you think.

His grip against you doesn’t weaken, but he growls. The deep sound rips from his throat behind clenched teeth, almost shaking the walls of the room. “You bitch!” He yells, shaking his head to relieve some of the pain. His grip on your wrists tightens and you cry out, feeling his fingernails dig into your skin.

It’s when you hear the sliding of the door… Aiko enters in a flash. Head turned, you see how her eyebrows are raised above her widened eyes. Shock etches itself into her young features as she sees what’s happening.

“My lady!” She yelps, coming to your aid to help in any way she can. Her hands grasp at the man’s clothing, attempting to pull him away.

It does nothing.

Michizane scowls, finally releasing you to turn towards Aiko.

In a blur, you watch as the man takes the back of his hand and strikes her, sending her to the floor. The sound of his hand coming into contact with the flesh of her cheek echoes through the room, pulling a gasp from your throat. Aiko stumbles, the sounds of her landing mix with her grunts.

With your chest heaving from fear, you’re collecting your scattered mind; eyes jumping to Aiko’s collapsed body. She’s moving a bit, doing her best to sit up after being struck with such force.

Michizane has his back facing you. His focus on Aiko.

The three of you are still. Only the sounds of heavy breathing could be heard.

Inside, you’re boiling with anger. The bubbling of it reaching the brim. Your teeth ache from the force of you clenching them.

It’s when you feel the rush of adrenaline, probably brought on by the sudden action, that you hear ringing in your ears. You unclench your teeth to bite the inside of your cheek, feeling that you are numb.

The only thing you felt was the undeniable desire to hurt Michizane Suguwara.

Slowly, you stand straight, staring at the back of his head. His hair is falling from his hair-tie, coming loose in a fan of white.

“Stupid whore,” he mutters towards Aiko, standing straight. His height towers over you.

Your heart beats once as you suck in a quick breath, and you’re on him. From where you stand, you’re pouncing; fingers latch into his long hair, pulling harshly. It gets a grunt from the man, causing him to stumble back a bit.

Though you try to wrap your legs around him to take him to the floor, your kimono restricts the movement. It gives him the upper hand.

One of his hands finds the wrist attached to your hand in his hair, gripping around it firmly. The feeling of his fingernails in your skin makes you release. Sharp pain bursts up your right arm as he uses his other hand to take hold of the cloth on your back, throwing you off of him.

A gasp leaves your lips when you feel the sensation of falling.

You’re crashing into furniture, hearing the plates and cups break. The pain is suddenly unbearable as you realize you’re able to feel again. Pins and needles, but worse. It’s hot, white hot. The room is bright as you find you’re no longer moving, staring up at the spinning ceiling.

Aiko calls your name. Her voice echoing through your throbbing skull.

Unsure of how much time had passed, you feel your body being lifted, Aiko’s dark eyes finding yours. “You’re okay,” she coos, giving you a minute to gather yourself.

You eventually find your right mind after being thrown across the room.

“He left,” Aiko is telling you as she helps you stand. “Let me take you to the servant’s quarters… he won’t find you there. I can clean your wounds.”

Your eyes squint when you realize what she had just said, throwing her a confused gaze. Wounds?

“You’re bleeding quite a bit, let’s hurry.”

Aiko’s voice holds urgency, but comes off as calm. It’s when you finally glance down, you see the torn fabric of your kimono. Your favorite color fabric tainted with the rich hue of your own red blood. The crimson substance makes itself known.

You also find it’s the source of the excruciating pain. It’s hot; throbbing up your arm and down your back, into your legs. As if fire itself had come to life inside the gash.

As the two of you walk, you’re slumped into Aiko, letting her support you. Your left arm is draped over her shoulders and her right arm hooks around your waist. Walking proves difficult as you feel the waves of pain take hold of you.

“I’ll clean the trail of blood before morning, do not worry.”

In all honesty, you could care less on the state of your home.

Her words make you roll your head slightly to look at her. Aiko’s cheek is angry, showing evidence of Michizane’s abuse. It sends a displeasing wave of electricity through you. Anger spikes within you once again.

“He will pay for touching you,” you rasp out and she sighs. “Let’s worry about you first,” Aiko mumbles.

The two of you come to a stop, standing in front of the door to the servant’s quarters. You’d been here many times in search of Aiko in the past, your father or any one above a servant showed no interest in this area.

No one would find you in this state.

The door slides open, revealing two servant girls already inside. They immediately look towards the two of you, eyes wide and mouths open. “Leave and I’ll explain later,” Aiko demands, shuffling the both of you inside. They gather their things, standing. “Tell no one!” You hear her hiss at the two girls before they leave.

“Take a seat. I will fetch the supplies needed to dress your wounds,” she says after opening the door. You find enough strength in you to slowly walk to the center of the room on your own. An iori had already been lit, fighting off the winter cold. You sit next to it, basking in the heat.

In the moments of silence Aiko leaves you in, you’re beginning to tremble. The aftershock of what had occurred only moments ago had hit, making your fingers achingly grasp at your clothing in an attempt to ground yourself.

The door then opens again. Aiko scurries inside, dropping to your side. She brings a basin of water and a few rags, placing them beside you. Her fingers then grasp at your kimono, pulling your layers off.

“Those girls won’t talk. They are not fond of him either.”

She means Michizane. Her words make you nod, relieved. You weren’t really troubled by it anyways.

You’re slowly revealed to the fresh heat of the iori, upper body exposed. Tingles prickle your flesh, throbbing in places that you assume are bruised.

It’s when you feel the sudden wetness from a damp rag, you wince. “Shit,” you curse, jerking away. The cold water stings and the fabric of the rag is rough. Aiko apologizes, gripping your wounded arm to better inspect the cut. She’s cleaning the blood off. “It’s not terribly deep,” you hear her say quietly, “but I will need to stitch.” Her words make you sigh, dread hitting your gut.

“Let me fetch the supplies for that after I finish cleaning,” she tells you and you nod. “I didn’t get everything all at once. My thoughts are not clear,” she adds. “It’s alright. Don’t apologize. You did nothing wrong,” you say in a low, tired voice.

Aiko shifts in her spot, studying your face for a second. The worry she holds is obvious. She was never good at hiding her emotions.

“Thank you,” you say soon after your last words, “Your effort to protect me means more than you will ever know.”

She processes your words for a few short moments, a faint smile on her lips. All you can hear is the faint crackles of burning wood beside you as you await her response.

“I would do anything for you, my lady.”

You’re aching all over. The pain had began to make itself known in every area you were hurt. Most prominent areas were your arm and wrists… the thought makes you glance down at your left wrist that rests in your lap.

Even in the faint light emitted from the fire, you see the angry bruises begin to form around your wrists.

After a few minutes of silence passes, Aiko releases your arm. The sudden movement has you looking back to her, watching her stand. “Pardon me,” she excuses herself, leaving to fetch more supplies. Quickly, she exits the room.

It gives you a chance to glance at the damage of your right arm.

The cut stretches across your forearm, almost 4 inches in length. It’s angry, throbbing. Fresh blood had began to run again, the flow constant. You guess that’s why she was in a hurry. Perhaps stitching it would help stop the flow.

It usually stopped for Sukuna.

With all the times you’d patched up Sukuna after he’d carelessly gotten hurt… you were sure you could do this yourself. Yet, with how shaken your hands were and shallow your breathing was; it was best for Aiko to aid you.

Your mind and body freeze.

Fingertips grow cold as a feeling of dread washes over you.

Sukuna would be coming by tonight, you remember. His deep voice booming in your memories along with the line of, “if I find out he so much as touches you… I’ll kill him.”

“My lady,” you suddenly hear in real time, letting Aiko’s voice bring you back to reality.

It’s almost like slow motion, as you turn your head towards the door. Your eyes scan from the ground to where the door is, finding Aiko’s feet… yet, there are two pairs.

One much larger than the other.

You suck in a trembling breath as you slowly scan your eyes upwards… finding a set of deep ones that have already found yours.

His gaze is electrifying even now.

“Ryomen,” you whisper, confusion and fear swimming within your quiet tone.

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Though in a wistful daze, tucked away in the depths of your comfortable blankets… you think of him even now as your eyes barely open.

The blur of sleep sticks to your tired eyes as you slowly blink it away; a yawn erupts from your lips.

You wondered why he had left without telling.

His absence twists a deep feeling within you. It’s heavy, settling mostly in your stomach as you look at the empty futon beside you. Was this what it felt like to be hurt?

Of course not physically, though your body ached in places they hadn’t before; your chest swam with this melancholy emotion. Its melancholic ache fought along with the other euphoric emotions. Though they clashed as complete opposites it felt… right.

You hadn’t noticed when your hand moved to clutch the fabric of your yukata over your beating heart. The pounding of your chest could be felt vibrating into your clenched fist.

It was cold. That hadn’t changed.

Your face tingled from the exposure after pulling it from the depths of your futon. Only hours before you had it safely tucked away in the comfort of his chest. His large arm swung around your body to keep you there. You wondered how you hadn’t felt him leave.

In all honesty, you weren’t sure if your face was tingling due to the cold or your blush. It didn’t matter; no one could see you.

When you felt the thick fabric of his haori hugging your body again; it relit the smoldering fire inside of you. The heartbeat in your ears came to life as your tucked your face into the fabric of it, breathing in his earthly scent.

The strong notes of smoke, hinted with something sweet, had drawn you in without restraint.

He’d always smelled so divine.

Your wandering mind had slipped to the image of his healed shoulder. The wound you had expressed concern for being nothing but a mere scratch the last time you saw it. His forbidding gaze telling you it was of no concern to you.

His intimidating aura had caused you to back off.

Of course it was your concern, you thought. It had healed on its own in such a short amount of time. Bear in mind how deep it had actually been. Him refusing any further care on it had worried you.

It was a miracle it hadn’t continued to bleed through the night. Perhaps it had started to heal then; after cleaning.

A mystery it was. You wanted to get to the bottom of it.

The mystery that was now Ryomen Sukuna.

He’d always been rather isolated the many years you’d known him. As children playing in the green meadows by the village, even then he’d pull away at certain times. His walls blocking you from seeing.

The reinforced walls that surrounded his inner self towered in height matching his own.

You wanted so badly to tear them down. To know more about the man… and you could see how they crumbled only slightly as he took his place above you just last night.

Only slightly.

It was something. It was a start.

The small taste you had been gifted of his innermost feelings had driven you mad. You were pining for me; primal urges ate away at your morals.

What if he had gained access to certain techniques? Though sorcerers weren’t abundant in your village, there were some. Sukuna included.

He actually ranked above most of the military in strength. His overwhelming intensity had gained suspicion. Village folk felt like he’d be more of a danger rather than a help.

It displeased you, seeing the people around you shove such hostility towards someone they simply didn’t understand. It was nauseating.

Especially when you were expected to do the same. Your father disliked him probably more than the common village folk. His status playing an important role in his hatred towards Sukuna.

One slip up and he would banish him.

You were certain if your father had known of what you’d done… he’d banish you along with him.

Uncomfortable with your thoughts, you shake your head free of them. You need to prepare for the day. At any time your usual servant, Aiko, would come to help you dress yourself.

After removing yourself from the comforting warmth that kept you from the low temps, you’d quickly cleared your quarters of Sukuna.

The extra futon had been rolled up and placed back into the cabinet where it always sat.

The last thing that would gain suspicion being the heavy fabric that sat over your shoulders. You were reluctant to remove it. It’s sensation almost as if he’d left his own heavy arms behind.

When you remove it to place it behind the futon, you’re left feeling extremely bare.

Cold chills immediately take advantage of the new skin to harass as you fold it neatly and place it down. His smell lingers for a bit before it’s ultimately swept away by the shivers running through you.

A slight knock upon your door startles you, causing you to quickly shut your cabinet. Your eyes widen slightly. “My lady,” you hear the faint voice of Aiko behind the paper thin door. “I’ve come to ready you for the day.”

“You may enter,” is all you say.

When the door slides open, you’re met with the curious brown eyes of your favorite servant. One who feels like more of a sister rather than someone forced to serve you.

Aiko presents herself with a short bow before entering the room. You smile as she shuts the door behind her.

“Has the storm passed?” You ask her and she nods. “It has. The sky is a radiating blue this morning,” Aiko explains.

As Aiko further enters the room towards you, she immediately raises her eyebrows in alarm. A look of disturbance takes over her usual soft features. “Were you attacked!?” She exclaims with worry. Her hands grab at your wrists as she nears you, glancing you up and down.

You are bewildered. Her sudden outburst had come from nowhere.

“What are you speaking of?” You ask her, furrowing your eyebrows in annoyance and also confusion. “There are bruises all over your neck and chest!”

You let out a squeak, immediately tearing away from Aiko in embarrassment. The apples of your cheeks had burned red. “I just stumbled last night after I put out my lanterns is all,” you speak quickly as you try and come up with a good excuse to explain the marks. Yet, when your back faces her you look down towards the exposed part of your chest.

It had looked like someone had beaten you.

Purple bruises cascade into the depths of your chest, presenting themselves like a painting. Your body the canvas and Sukuna’s lips the brush.

Your heart thumps.

The familiar heat you felt before reawakens inside of you.

“My lady if I may,” you hear Aiko speak. “You don’t have to hide that from me.” It’s when you turn around after hearing her words, you find her smirking childishly. Her childish look radiates a comforting warmth as you look back at her. It causes your face to heat up even more, gasping. “It’s not what it looks like!” You exclaim, doing anything to convince her otherwise. “It is. I can see the after glow from far away,” she says chuckling in a joking tone and you touch your warmed face.

“It’ll be difficult hiding the ones under your jaw line, but I have my ways.”

You hadn’t even realized the extent of Sukuna’s doing. It was exciting but also annoying. Who knew how long it’d be until they’d disappear. “Love marks,” Aiko suddenly says as she approaches your cabinet. “Any normal person would know what those are even from afar.”

“That’s wonderful,” you say sarcastically.

“Lucky for you it’s cold out. Gives the excuse to wear more layers than usual,” Aiko says as she pulls fabric from the shelves. You’re already dreading the weight of it but as you feel the iciness of your fingers… you also can’t wait to be covered. You’d endure the pain today.

You really wished to just put the black haori back on.

“Perfect,” you mumble. Your voice lacked amusement.

It had not taken long but Aiko was always thorough in her work. As she patted away at your face to place the little bit of makeup you would allow; you thought of Sukuna. He had made himself at home in your mind. No plans on leaving.

You’d hoped that Aiko couldn’t see the blush on your cheeks as she dabbed the concealing mixture onto your fevered, bruised skin.

“Aiko,” you say, causing her to hum in reply. “You haven’t asked who…?” You ask her carefully; awkwardly.

“I know who.”

Your eyes widen and you turn to fully look at her. Her brown orbs lock with yours. “I don’t care who you choose to be by your side my lady,” Aiko says quietly. The walls were thin.

“I follow you and only you. You are my lady.”

You smile; warmly. In which Aiko does the same.

A silent agreement. “Thank you,” you whisper.

She nods as she continues back to her work, hiding the evidence of him. “Quite scandalous to do it here of all place-“ you cut her off. “Alright! Enough!” You groan. Aiko laughs.

“As long as you’re happy, I’m happy. That’s all I’ll say.” Aiko mumbles.

Upon your body rests at least five layers of fabric. Each fabric extravagantly vibrant in color and shine. “What have you put me in?” You ask Aiko in distress and she sighs. “You realize most women in your position wear a lot more. I know your preference and spared you…I also forgot to mention that I was to retrieve you for the Lord. He’s summoned you.”

You’re looking at her in terror.

“Don’t worry! You can’t see anything. Once you’re done with him you can come back and I’ll change you into your preferred clothing,” Aiko explains and you nod. The nervousness swells deep inside you.

Usually when your father summoned you, it was for something trivial. At least in your eyes.

“The Lord was sat with an exceedingly decorated man. Perhaps a military officer?”

Your heart drops at her words.

Of course, it was only a matter of time before your father threw another possible suitor in your face. You dreaded his complaints after you would routinely turn this one down.

You’d lost count of how many suitors you’d been presented.

It was only a matter of time until he forced you to marry too. Refusal would only work so many times. At the age of 24, being unmarried was seen as taboo amongst the village. Well, in your case it was due to your status. Aiko was forbidden to marry; her job was to devote herself to you. Though you hated that, it was nice having her around. Friends were a hard thing to come by when you were sheltered like you were.

As you look at Aiko, you think about how you’d dismiss her from her duties when you could. She deserved a fulfilling life doing what she loved.

“Let’s not keep them waiting,” Aiko says as she stands. You follow, straightening your back up. The heaviness of the clothing fights with you as it pulls down at your body. As you suddenly yawn, it catches Aiko’s attention; a smirk and eyebrow raised on her smug face. “Shall I say you’re feeling under the weather so you can rest up?” She teases as she places the back of her hand to your forehead. “You’re burning up!”

Your face is steaming. The embarrassment showing fully.

“Cease this,” you warn with a hushed hiss, hearing her chuckle as you exit the room.

Within minutes you’re sat amongst your father in the main room. The Irori separating you slightly but you were grateful for its warmth. A servant had been placing twigs inside of it to keep it alive.

“This is Michizane Sugawara,” you hear the gruff voice of your father. Your eyes are on his face, seeing the hopeful look he holds on his aged features. You swallow nervously.

From the introduction your wavering eyes flicker to the man beside him. The copious amount of energy that bled off of him would make any normal person tremble, yet you sat still.

When you meet the man’s gaze; you feel your chest clench. A wave of unsettling feelings flutter through you.

Blue.

His eyes reflect in an unnatural shade of blue. The way they seemed to glow even from afar had finally sent a wave of unexpected chills down your back. Your hands felt clammy as you clenched them in your lap.

“It’s an honor to finally meet you,” Michazane greets. He says your name, which you find unbearable. “I’ve been told a lot about you.”

You’re silent.

“He’s the head of the Gojo clan. I’ve invited him here to-“ you cut your father’s words off. “I will not marry you,” you state in a calm, collected tone. The room grows thick with tension. Though you don’t regret speaking over your father, you should not have done it.

Your father sighs loud enough for you to hear. “I shouldn’t have expected anything else,” he mutters as he shakes his head. “What can I do to change your mind?” He asks you and you’re looking back at your father. “I do not want to marry. Why is it so important that I do?”

“You are pass the normal age,” he argues. “I think it’d be in your best interest to consider marrying Michizane. He technically outranks us, making him the important one in the room.”

You’re looking back at the man next to your father. His blue gaze settled upon you; it doesn’t feel threatening. If anything, it was a warm presence. Though icy his eyes are.

“I apologize for my unbecoming attitude,” you sincerely release. “It is not in my plan to take a man’s hand in marriage. I’m unsure if you’ve travelled far to meet me but if you have, I’ll have you reimbursed for the supplies used.”

Now you’ve done it. The atmosphere of the room feels unbelievably thick, making your mouth dry. You swallow nervously again.

Your father says your name in a warning tone, which makes you flinch. Michizane raises a hand to silence your father, a small smile on his features. “It’s quite alright. The last thing I’d want is for her to feel pressured into anything. What good would that do for any relationship?” He says and your father is looking over at him dumbfounded.

You silently thank the man.

“Now,” he begins, directing his unnatural gaze back to you. “I’d like for you to reconsider. I’ve been offered many suitors and I must say you by far are the most enthralling.”

You’re uncomfortable, to say the least.

“Your words are flattering… but I still decline. I apologize,” you say quietly, looking away from him now. You find it hard to continue looking him in the eyes. It was as if he had been draining your energy.

“That’s quite alright. I’ll be in the area for about two weeks. You were correct, the journey was quite long so to prepare my men for another we shall stay to recuperate. I hope that is alright?” Michizane says as he looks over to your father.

“Be my guest. My estate has many rooms and your men can stay among mine in their living area.”

Your father’s words make your heart drop into your stomach. He’d be staying in your home?

“You,” your father says as he points a finger to the servant standing by the door. “See that Michizane is taken care of and that his needs are met.”

You hear your father say your name.

“As for you,” the sternness of his voice makes you flinch. “You have time to reconsider.”

You understood what that meant. He’d be expecting you to accept Michizane Sugawara as your husband or else he’d force you. It was finally that time.

“Yes father,” you say quietly, not looking at him. Your attention is fixed on the flames of the fire in front of you.

So be it, you thought to yourself. What good would it be to retaliate against it. After all, your father was kind enough to put up with you for this long. You were his only child, solely due to the fact your mother became unable to bear any more children. Though you weren’t a son, a nobleman’s daughter was also highly looked up at.

Being the sole child meant a lot was expected of you. Especially when it came to furthering the blood line.

After he’d dismissed you to leave so he could further discuss topics with Michizane, you stand.

You bid them farewell with a short bow, walking towards the door. Yet, before you step into the hall; blue eyes catch your own. It sends a mixture of fear and warning through you. Michizane projects his emotions to you in one look; determination.

You’re met by Aiko in the hall. Her wide eyes showing you she’d heard every word. She held her combined hands to her chest as she approached you.

You don’t speak until you hear the sliding of the door, signaling that it’s closed.

“It’s quite alright,” you inform her, still quietly to be careful. “It was eventually going to come to this.”

“Well,” you hear Aiko say as the two of you venture back to your quarters. “He’s not all that bad to look at.”

You’re staring at her as she walks beside you, one of your eyebrows raised. “That man was probably the most handsome suitor I’ve seen here. I mean did you see his eyes?” She gushes as she holds her cheeks. “Oh please,” you say, rolling your eyes as you look ahead.

“He’s average.”

“I wouldn’t say that… while you were in there one of the kitchen maids had walked by and said Michizane Sugawara possessed a rare ability. Unique to his clan. It’s probably why your father insists you marry him. How that maid knew that… I have no idea,” Aiko rambles on and you sigh. “Great. He wants to use me for breeding. Why else would I marry into the clan? Having children and marriage are the last thing I ever wanted to do…” you groan and you hear Aiko chuckle.

“Well, like I said… at least he is handsome,” she tells you with a warm smile. She’d always known how to lighten the mood. You appreciated her charm. “If you’re so intrigued maybe you should marry him,” you suggest and she scoffs. “That’s cruel. You know I can’t,” she says as she rolls her eyes.

It’s quiet the rest of the way back.

Lost in your thoughts; you think of Sukuna.

His face floats around in your mind as you let Aiko undress you from your formal clothing.

What would he say about Michizane? In all honesty, would he even care?

Sure Sukuna showed you respect, at times… but it wasn’t like you were automatically together now. You weren’t even sure there were legitimate feelings on his end anyways. What he had- what you two had done… it felt like that was what had been building up for some time. At least on your end.

Sukuna was a difficult person to read.

All of the countless petty arguments where tension would be so high you felt like you could explode… it finally bubbled to the conclusion.

The way he had held you and took care of you hours ago… it left a permanent heat raging inside of you. Your knees feel weak as you remember the mere ghost feeling of his lips against your neck. For someone so large and brute; he handled you softly.

His large hands holding you like a small wildflower, careful not to bruise the bright petals.

“My lady,” you hear Aiko’s soft voice break you from your scandalous thoughts. “If I may recommend… you should seek Sukuna out.” She looks nervous as she tells you that. Her hands balled into fists in her lap as she sits in front of you. You’re both sitting in the floor of your room. “I feel like he should know,” she adds.

“Maybe you’re right,” you say.

You think about how he’d left his haori with you.

In the back of your mind you see him walking across the village without it in the fresh snow. He’d willingly left his barrier from the cold with you. The gesture had warmed your heart and you really tried to keep yourself from looking too deep into it… but it was too late. Why else would he have done that if he didn’t care for you deeply even just a bit?

You told Aiko that he’d left it, explaining to her how great it made you feel.

“It’s cruel,” you hear her mutter. “I can see how deeply you’ve cared for him over the many years I’ve known you. Seeing you now, I can definitely see it plain as day. You hold deep affection for Sukuna. The many times you’d have me help you sneak him in to care for his training wounds and the times I’d help you sneak out to join him to train… It isn’t fair.”

Her words touch your heart and you drop your head, staring at your hands in your lap. “Aiko,” your voice is barely a whisper. “I don’t want to marry that man.”

“I know.”

“What do I do?” You ask hopelessly.

“Get over it.”

Her tone shocks you, making you glance back up at her. “What?” You ask, confused by her sudden sternness. “What else can you do besides your father’s demands? Unless you run away now, you’re stuck here.”

You’re shocked, but she’s right. What else could you do? This was your fate.

Running would only prove useless as you didn’t know how to survive on your own. You weren’t even sure Sukuna would go with you…

“Accompany me across the village so my father doesn’t gain suspicion. I will say it’s to see Itsuki… it’s believable,” you say to Aiko. She nods, running one of her hands over her face, “I��m not allowed to say no.” Her words make you frown. “Yes you are. You’re not my slave,” you tell her and she removes her hand. “I technically am, my lady.”

“You’re allowed to refuse me.”

“As you wish.”

After readying for the outer elements, you’d gone to your father to inform him of your future whereabouts. Itsuki’s estate. Though a lie, you didn’t care.

Itsuki was your cousin, daughter of your father’s younger brother.

All you wanted was the heavy feeling in your chest to subside. You wondered if seeing Sukuna again would put it at ease.

“My lady,” you hear your title being called as you step out into the snow of the courtyard. It’s incredibly cold out. Though sunny, the ground that was covered in powdery snow. It reflected the sunlight from it, making it unbelievably bright out. “Wear this.”

As you turn to her, you’re handed the black fabric of Sukuna’s haori and your eyes widen. “You found this?” You ask her shockingly and she nods. “I organize your things almost daily. Of course I did. You’d also mentioned him leaving it behind and it was nowhere in sight.”

When she helps you slip it on you are immediately granted immunity from the cold. The warmth spreads through your body like wild fire and you smile.

The many layers don’t bother you as much now.

The both of you make it across the village, seeking out Sukuna’s home. It had been quite a long time since you’d seen it; you’d forgotten what it looked like. You were pretty certain the last time you’d visited was around your teenage years.

“Aiko,” you catch her attention as she walks ahead of you. She glances over her shoulder. “Yes?” She asks, looking back ahead. “How do I even bring it up?” You ask her. The nervousness was obvious by the dread that laced itself within your voice. It made Aiko stop in her tracks.

“I’m not sure. If I’m being honest… I’ve never been in a situation like this,” she snickers as she turns around to face you and you groan. “You’re the least helpful person I know,” you say and she crosses her arms. “We all know that’s a lie-“

The two of you freeze at the sudden sound of a rich, resounding voice. It says your name and your arms prickle with goosebumps when you realize who the voice belonged to. You forget the chilling snow as your stomach flips.

The intense presence stood behind you, radiating his energy towards your form.

“If you may excuse me I’ll be off to run some errands,” Aiko quickly lies as she bows. Your eyes widen, watching your friend scurry off. “I’ll meet you back here in an hour!”

Of course she’d abandon you now. You felt betrayed as you watch her disappear into the crowd of merchants that lined the street. Even in the snow they were busy to sell.

Your heart beats rapidly and you feel your body buzzing with embarrassment.

It’s when you turn around that you’re faced with the man you’d been searching for. He was standing a few feet away; a bag of some sort slung over his shoulder. It looked heavy.

“Ryo-“ he cuts you off almost instantly. His sharp eyes locking with your own. “Why are you here?” He asks you, voice the usual bluntness. It makes your insides twist uncomfortably. He hadn’t said it harshly but you weren’t expecting it. “I…” you’re at a loss of words. Completely hopeless in explaining why you had sought him out.

Yet, you were stuck. Aiko had left and you didn’t want to leave her behind if you walked off now.

“To see you,” you told him boldly. You weren’t lying. He isn’t effected by your words; face holding the usual stoic expression.

On the inside you felt like a mess. Your hands were clammy as you stared over at the large man, clenching them inside your clothing as you hid them from the cold. “Alright,” he huffs, walking past you.

You hear the crunching of the snow under his heavy footsteps.

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion as you watch him walk by, wondering what- “Come with me,” he adds. It puts your thoughts asides Your expression drops as you nod, swiftly following behind him. His longer legs make it easier to trek along the snow, but your clothing had proven quite difficult to move in the first place. With snow added, it was tremendously more challenging.

“We can talk here,” he says as he stops in front of a small building that hadn’t been far from where he found you. It resembled that of a farmer’s home, a lot more bare and smaller in size than your own… you assumed it was his.

Perhaps it’d been his family home, passed down to him.

As you step inside after him, you notice how simple it was. Not much cluttered the single room. A single, but much simpler, irori sits in the center.

When he shuts the door; he places the sack he had down. The contents inside shuffling about as it rests on the wooden floor. He removes his shoes, which you do the same.

You’re uncomfortable where you stand. You finally found him and now you weren’t sure what to do next.

All you do is watch as he immediately goes to light the fire for warmth. You selfishly assumed it was for you, considering how he’d acted just last night. His back is facing you as he sits, striking his flint and steal to strike at the dry contents.

“Sit,” he suddenly says, nudging his head towards the empty spot next to him. He doesn’t look at you but you nod anyways.

As you settle beside him, leaving about two feet of room; you take in a deep breath. “I apologize for the sudden visit,” you start. “I hope it didn’t bother you.”

For a few seconds it’s grown quiet. Only the sound of the growing fire cackling as you ponder on what to say next. You were just glad it didn’t feel as uncomfortable as you thought it would.

You hear a slight shuffle of fabric which makes you glance over at the large man beside you.

He’s looking down at you, sitting crisscross as he rests his left elbow on his knee. His face is in his hand.

The sight is ungodly attractive, you think to yourself. As the irori’s fire grows, it projects the orange glow across his features. He looked just like he did before… it makes you nervously swallow. Your mouth felt dry.

How dare this man be as handsome as he was. It felt sinful to look at him. As if being in his presence would damn you to hell.

He extends his free arm, reaching towards your face with his hand. His fingers grasp at your chin, tilting your face to look at him better. “I was wondering when you’d show up today,” he mutters, a slight smirk on his features. Through his touch on your chin you could feel the sparks that shoot through you.

You sigh, closing your eyes in relief from his words. He wasn’t upset and you were glad.

“Last night,” you started, staring at the back of your eyelids. It was easier than looking him in the eye. “What does that mean for us?” You ask; your voice barely a whisper. You wondered if he was even able to hear your shaking voice. In your lap, your fists clench.

“What do you want it to mean?” He replies with a question. You open your eyes, finally looking into his. Almost instantly you find the cracks in his wall where it shows in his eyes. The deep, longing look you’d seen him look at you before right in front of you once again. You notice the way his eyebrows furrow together as if he’s thinking hard himself. It makes your heart flip anxiously but excitedly.

Yet, as you search your thoughts for the answer to his question… you think about Michizane. You dread bringing the news up to him.

Ashamed, you turn your head away from him; his fingers falling from your chin as you now stare at the fire.

The feeling in the room immediately turns, becoming insufferable. It’s now uncomfortable.

“I am to be married,” you let out. There was no point in keeping it inside. “His name is Michizane Sugawara.”

With a deep breath, you look at Sukuna again.

He’s in his same position, but his hand that he had on your face is now tucked away in his lap. It’s almost comical, seeing how relaxed he was. “The name is familiar,” he huffs out as he finally looks away from you only to add fuel to the fire. “Good for you. You’ll be taken in by some big shot.”

His words hurt. Your face twists as you watch him poke at the Irori with a stick.

“You don’t care.”

He’s now looking at you again, a bit of shock on his sharp features as he registers what you had just said.

It’s then when you see a bit of his walls crumble; a look of pure amusement shining on his face. As his expression twists into that of a smirk; In the glow of the small fire you see how his white teeth reflect the light. His canines are sharp, you notice.

You vividly remember the way they felt latched onto your skin. The spot on your neck burns.

Your chest twists longingly at the golden sight of him.

The expanse of his broad shoulders and chest lure you in as you drink in the sight. You wanted so badly to just fall into his lap, tangling yourself into him.

In the many years you’d known Ryomen Sukuna you could count on one hand how many times you’d seen him smile. Did this even count as a smile? He looked genuinely amused from what you could tell.

“Stupid girl…” you hear Sukuna mumble as he raises his hand once again to reach towards your face. “You could have anything,” he tells you as his large hand takes hold of the side of your face, “but your eyes are yearning for the one thing you can’t have.”

His thumb rests softly against your cheek as he holds it. Your heartbeat quickens in a burst, thumping against your chest. The heat from his hand instantly absorbs into your pining skin. You lean into the touch.

“I don’t want to marry him,” you whisper honestly. Sukuna sits up straight as you speak, leaning towards you. “I’d marry-“ he cuts you off, “I would think about what you’re about to say.”

“It’s unattainable. I can see it in your eyes and what you want simply won’t come to be. At least, not here.” Sukuna is incredibly close as he says it all. His towering form leaning over you as he gazes down. The deepness of his voice rumbles into your ears smoothly.

His words are like a kick to the stomach, making your teeth clench together. “What do you mean ‘not here’?” You ask him. “As long as you’re part of this village, under the rule of your father; you are to obey his requests,” he says and you sigh. “Are you saying I should leave?” You ask him; confused. “That wouldn’t be smart,” he tells you and you’re beginning to grow annoyed by his responses.

He speaks as if he doesn’t yearn for you as you do him.

“Where would you even go?” He asks you, looking down at you intensely. You think about his question, searching your thoughts, but you find it’s only plagued with him.

“I would go anywhere you go,” you answer him truthfully, raising one of your hands to grasp at the wrist of the hand on your face. Your fingers clench around it.

When you search his eyes, it’s like looking into an abyss. The fire illuminates parts you hadn’t seen before, showing the rich brown that could be mistaken for black from a distance. He was mesmerizing.

“Don’t say such foolish things,” he mumbles.

“Don’t call me a fool,” you retort; scowling. Sukuna sighs before speaking, “I never said you were, but a fool you would be if you were to follow me.”

It’s silent now; all that could be heard was the faint crackling of the flames beside you.

Sukuna’s free hand raises to take hold of something. Your eyes glance down to see he’d grasped at the fabric of his haori, looking at it with furrowed brows. “If you want it back I can leave it before I leave,” you suggest and his eyes glance back up to yours. “It’s yours,” he mumbles. Your eyes widen as you cheeks heat up.

“I can’t have you returning home without something equivalent. You’d freeze to death,” he says further and you sigh. He was probably right; you got cold easily. “How dare you perceive me as some helpless child,” you joke and he’s moved his hand that was latched to the haori to the curve of your waist. His long fingers hook into your flesh even through your layers.

You gasp when he pulls you closer, causing you to basically stumble into his lap. His size swallows you, having him effortlessly pull you in as he sits straight. He extends his legs, letting you sit atop one of his large thighs as he pulls you flush against his chest. Both of his hands hold at your hips now.

Your clothing prevents you from sitting comfortably, so you pull up the fabric of your gown to the tops of your knees. You plant a knee on either side of his leg, sitting flush to his thigh.

You feel his warmth radiating directly into you.

“A child needs someone to take care of them,” he says as soon as you’re settled. “You wouldn’t know the first thing to do if you were to leave here. Without your help, you’d be helpless.” He means your servants. Your estate.

Though reluctant to admit it, even to yourself, he was right. You frown, taking hold of the kimono he was wearing. It’s soft in your hands.

“You’re insulting me now,” you say quietly. One of his hands moves from the curve of your hip to the expanse of your back. “I only speak the truth,” he tells you as he presses your further against him. It causes you to take in a deep breath, feeling the way your body heats up by his touch. You’re trembling now.

His face is inches from your own. You can smell his intoxicating scent as it attacks your senses. It almost makes you drool, feeling him so closely and basking in his presence.

It’s when you feel the tension inside of you running directly to spot between your legs. The heat that bubbled in the bottom of your stomach had grown unbearable at this point. On instinct, you move yourself against the top of his thigh to relieve the pressure.

In the back of your mind you were glad you decided against warm under clothing.

The movement makes Sukuna groan when he realizes what you’re doing.

“You got one taste and now you’re aching for more?” He asks, dipping his face down to press his lips against the exposed part of your neck. His lips press a soft kiss to your skin, almost as if they were making their presence known before attacking. You let out a shaking breath, moving your right hand to the back of his neck.

“Filthy,” he mumbles into your skin before he nips lightly. You whimper, pressing your chest further into his as you shift atop his thigh eagerly. The sensation has you breathing heavily, leaning your head into the side of his as he indulges himself in your neck.

He’s so close to you. It’s driving you mad that you simply can’t crawl inside of him; stay there forever.

“How can such a filthy thing taste so sweet?” He says. It’s muffled as he licks the spot under your ear.

His hand on your hip takes control as you try and grind yourself against him again. He’s guiding you, putting more pressure against your core. You gasp, clenching your shaking fingers into his pink hair as he chuckles.

Even through his clothing you could feel the well defined muscles of his thigh. The ridges acting as a tool to further bring you over the edge.

You feel hot. Your body throbbing in rhythm with your erratic heartbeat as you grind hungrily into his thigh.

Sukuna pulls his head back from your neck to look at you, gazing into your eyes with his own lustful gaze. He looks hungry.

He’s now removing the haori, placing it in a pile beside you away from the fire. Yet, when he glances down at your outfit; you can see he immediately gives up. It almost makes you laugh but when he flexes his large muscles underneath your aching clit, you’re moaning.

Whimpers follow after the surprised moan, which make him release a pleased grin.

You can feel the warm feeling building up. The same one you’d chased with him before. Its addicting sensation was heavenly, causing you to squint your eyes as you felt tears begin to form.

In his hair your fingers twitched, having trouble staying latched as you tried to ground yourself. He used both of his hands to press your hips further into him once more. “Keep singing for me,” he grunts into your jawline as he presses light kisses along it. You’re gasping a moan when he takes one hand to squeeze at your ass.

“Just like that,” he says into the corner of your mouth. Your lips are parted as you pant, feeling your hips twitch and lose rhythm as you almost reach your limit. His guiding hands help keep you in pace.

Your clothes feel restricting and you want them off. Yet, when you think about how difficult it would be to put them back on… you decide against it.

You feel his wandering lips finally brushing over yours. His warmth breath fanning against your skin as he speaks, “you close?”

Close to what? You weren’t sure what you were feeling. It was euphoric. Your mind radiated a white light as you closed your eyes. It grew as it built itself up. “Y-yes,” you gasp into his lips.

He’s pressing his lips to yours, hungrily stealing your breath away as his tongue connects with yours. You whimper into him, clutching his hair into a fist as you clutch his kimono in your other. It earns a hungry grunt from him that comes from deep within his chest.

Your eyes roll back into your head behind your closed eyelids. You suck in a breath through your nostrils between kisses, feeling your lungs ache at the lack of oxygen.

He clenches the muscles in his thigh again, making you gasp into his mouth.

It’s when you suddenly tear your lips from his, feeling your body jerk into his as the climax hits. It’s an uninhibited release of control, of self-consciousness, of everything. As you let go, you’re sticking your face into the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent with each heave of your chest.

A heat radiates its way through you in waves as you move against him sloppily.

“Ride it out,” he purrs softly into your ear, holding your trembling hips slow their dragging movement. His words make you whimper again, which gets a grunt from him. He’s helping you and you finally stop, slumping into his form without shame. Your hand falls from his hair to lay flat against his chest.

All you can hear is the sound of your heartbeat in your ears and your labored breathing. You dig your face into his fiery skin even further.

It’s when he shifts, moving his leg just slightly, you release a pained whimper. The overstimulation has you clenching your teeth as he chuckles.

As you come down from your high, you’re noticing the way his chest heaves. The muscles in his neck tense under your touch as you press a short kiss to the area below his sharp jawline.

“What would your husband say if he found out you were riding another man’s thigh?” He asks quietly, taking your chin in his hand to make you look up at him. “He isn’t my husband,” you say instantly and he grins. “Not yet,” he adds and you sigh.

When you shift your knees, only because of the ache they shoot through you from sitting on them; you feel the hardness between his legs with your right leg. Your shifting makes his breath hitch, which you eye him questioningly for.

Of course he was hard, you’d just came undone on his thigh.

“It’s your turn,” you whisper, moving your right hand to take hold of his face. He hums, leaning into your touch. “Don’t you have to meet that girl soon?” He asks, helping you to remember. You nod, shrugging, “she can wait.”

Your words cause him to take in a deep breath before he basically pounces on you. In his movements he shares his hunger, showing you how badly he wants you.

His lips are on yours once more as he moves to take hold of your kimono at your hips, moving it up further to expose yourself completely. It has you sighing into his mouth, pressing your body back to his.

Lost in his lips, kissing him like it would be the last time ever… you hear a soft rasp of a knock on the door. It has you tearing away from him, staring at him in shock. He’s looking at the door, not at you. You catch the feral look in his eyes; anger radiating off of him.

In a daze, you blink.

When the knocking continues, Sukuna looks back towards you, sighing. “It’s her,” he says lowly and you raise and eyebrow. Her?

He removes himself from you as he stands, which makes you frown. He’d taken his warmth with him, leaving you in disheveled mess. Dark eyes glance down at you and he turns to help you up.

As you stand, your kimono returns back to your ankles as it falls.

You’d also noticed the way his erection shows through his clothing. Impressive in size that it shown through that many layers. It made you lick your lips.

“Your servant girl,” he adds, noticing your confusion. Your eyes widen. “Oh!” You gasp, walking to the door but you feel a hand grabbing your upper arm. “Hold on,” he says, pulling you back to him. His deep voice sends electricity through you as you feel him pull you to his body. Large arms envelope you, holding you close. You could feel his cock pressed against your lower stomach.

“I’m not finished with you,” he says, “I can come by tonight?”

You shake your head, closing your eyes in disappointment. “You can’t. That man is staying in my home until he leaves-“ he cuts you off, squeezing his arms firmly around you. Almost warningly, but when he speaks, “if I find out he so much as touches you… I’ll kill him.”

Your eyes widen. The unhinged gaze he’d look down at you with convinced you he was telling the truth. Every part of you burned with desire from his frightening words… relighting the fire within you. He was warning, but you weren’t sure if it was directed towards Michizane or you.

“You are mine and mine alone,” he adds, taking a hold of your chin. “I don’t share.”

He kisses you deeply, marking his place.

You fully accepted his words. His declaration.

If any other man had declared you as their’s you would have laughed in their face… but as you let him lick his way into your mouth; you fully give in. You were his. In all ways possible.

When he releases your lips from his, he pulls away. His form walks away from you, retrieving something from the floor. Your eyes catch the black fabric and you smile, walking towards him to take it.

Yet, he places it on you himself.

The haori envelopes you in a permanent hug, acting as the pair of arms you wished to be wrapped in forever.

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