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A/N: sukuna one-shot after my small hiatus from writing. I'll be looking over my requests and changing up my rules a bit, but enjoy!

Synopsis: studying with Yuji doesn't go as planned when sukuna decides to make a surprise appearance.

Warnings: heavy non-con, humiliation, slight yandere, slight violence, all sorts of bodily fluids, angst I guess, forced, size difference, sukuna is an ass. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

Word count: 6.7K

“Yuji!” I called out from the living room. “Yuji!”

I fiddled with the pen that was tucked between my fingers as I waited for any sort of answer. I couldn’t think of a worse person to teach than Yuji. He could barely sit still for more than a few minutes before his mind wandered and he grew fidgety. I was previously enjoying my Friday afternoon at home, and alone, before Gojo called to inform me that my plans were going to change.

Not that I entirely cared, I could use the company from-

My thoughts were interrupted when I heard a slam coming from the adjoined room of my apartment.

“Fuck.” I groaned and caught the pen in my palm, giving it a tight squeeze before glancing up at the doorway.

“Get your ass out of the kitchen now!” I demanded, raising my voice since my previous call to him was ineffective.

My legs folded awkwardly beneath my body as Yuji came rushing out of the doorway - a bag of chips and cookies tucked under his arms as he watched me with widened eyes. My eyes glided over his face with a look of disapproval, my lips pulled straight as he jumbled the contents in his hands.

“Are you done raiding my pantry?” My lips shifted into a sarcastic smile. “Food can wait.”

“Training was hard! Maki had us working overtime today.” He pouted as he began walking towards the couch. He dropped the cookies onto the table, but gripped the chips like he thought it was going to be his last meal.

I reached down for the papers and shook them in his face. “That doesn’t mean you can slack off on your school work!”

He flinched, his hands shooting up to block his head from my banter. “I can’t think on an empty stomach!” Yuji gave me a nervous smile, his eyes closing as he chuckled.

I tossed the papers onto the table. “You can’t think regardless.” I poked playfully at him.

“Hey!” Yuji pouted as he ripped open the bag of chips. I watched as he fished a handful out and shoved them into his mouth. Crumbs fell from his lips and onto his black slacks - I guess he changed back into his uniform after working with Maki and Panda.

“It’s true.” I fully turned to look at him, adjusting myself on the couch. “Not all your learning can be done in the field.” I watched as he dug his hand into the bag again and leaned over towards the textbooks and papers in front of us.

“Yeah, yeah. I know.” He grumbled, his lips pulled back into a frown as he looked down at the work he fell behind on. He squinted for a moment before looking back up at me. “Oh! You know what would be great?” Yuji quipped, seemingly attempting at stalling.

“What would that be?” Another heavy sigh came out.

“Some tea! It could help us relax and -”

I cut him off with a laugh, swatting the back of his head gently. “I’ll make some tea after we finish the first page.”

Yuji let out a small groan of annoyance, his mouth pulling down into a frown. I watched patiently as his head tilted down in acknowledgement. Another smile pulled at my lips as he situated himself on the couch, hunching over slightly as he read over the pages. I had met Yuji a few months back, along with Nobara and Megumi. We all got along well, and had frequent missions all together. But I grew closer to Yuji than I did with everyone else. His mannerisms were often like a child, always smiling and giddy. I found it difficult to remind myself that he is the vessel of a thousand year old curse that has a taste for blood and chaos.

Ryoumen Sukuna. The King of Curses.

I glanced over at Yuji slowly, watching as he worked through the readings and questions at a decent pace. He’d be faster if he didn’t second guess himself so much. He was smarter than he let on. He hadn’t even asked me for help yet - too stubborn to seek help from others.

Yuji trained almost every day with Gojo and Maki, upping his strength and keeping Sukuna at bay. I was astonished at his drive to succeed and rid the world of curses. He seemed to be unfazed by the monster hidden deep within his subconscious.

Megumi told me about the first time he met Sukuna, through Yuji’s body of course. He told me that he felt like he couldn’t even breathe, like all of the air was suddenly sucked out of the air by just being in his presence. His cursed energy was on a whole other level, even when he wasn’t in his true form. Megumi explained that it was one of the few times where he didn’t know what to do. Should he exercise the boy who impulsively consumed one of those wretched fingers? Should he call for help? Should he run? I couldn’t even begin to imagine what that must’ve been like. I didn’t even want to.

Thinking about it made my stomach churn and my mouth dry up-

“Y/N?” I heard his voice call out.

My vision came back into focus as I turned to glance at the salmon hair coloured boy. “Hm?”

“You kinda zoned out there, are you okay?”

Oh, nothing really. Just lost in thought about the blood thirsty curse hidden deep in your body that liked to come out at the worst of times. Nothing much, you know. I monologued to myself, keeping my expression blank.

“I was just thinking of making us some tea now.” I forced a small smile and brushed a stray hair out of my eyes. I didn’t want to concern Yuji with my own paranoia, he faced enough of it from the Elders and everyone else that came into contact with him.

He watched me, carefully studying my facial expressions to see if I was hiding anything.

“I have this new one that I just bought, I think you’d like it.” I pushed myself up from the couch, not wanting to cause Yuji to worry more than he already did. I carried myself over to the doorway and paused for a moment to look back at him, “you’re doing great with your work. I was watching the entire time.” I flashed another smile, which caused Yuji’s expression to mirror my own from the praise.

“Thanks, y/n.”

I gave a small nod before disappearing into the kitchen. I needed a minute to myself, and couldn’t understand the sudden anxiety creeping up inside my subconscious. It’s not like I was in any danger being around him. I spent more time with Yuji than I did with anyone else, he almost spent more time at my apartment than his own dorm.

Still, with all the reassurance that I engraved into my head, I couldn’t help but feel a gnawing anxiety in the back of my head. Christ, what was going on with me?

As I waited for the tea to brew, I peeked into the living room.

Yuji leaned over the table, pen in hand, and his free hand coming up to scratch the back of his head. His brows furrowed in concentration as he worked through his readings and questions silently. He huffed slightly and I realized that he was probably stuck somewhere and that I would need to guide him.

My attention focused back on the tea, which I now poured into two glass mugs. The liquid steamed and smelt wonderful. I balanced them both in my hands and made my way back over to the living room. Yuji still sat in the same position, frowning deeper.

“Stuck?” I asked, placing down the mug beside him and plopping back onto the couch.

“Yeah, I don’t understand this.” He pointed down.

I leaned over beside him, pulling my skirt further down my legs as I did so. “Oh, that’s easy.” I began walking him through the readings and explaining the questions a little deeper. He seemed to be getting a hang of it pretty quickly. He was definitely smarter than he let on.

“You’re smarter than you give yourself credit for.” I muttered, sipping at my tea.

Yuji turned to look at me, a small blush creeping up at his cheeks as he let out a nervous chuckle. “You’re just saying that. Besides, there’s no way that I could get this done without your help.” He reached for his mug, taking a small gulp before grimacing.

“What is it?” I asked before it dawned on me. “Oh right. You like honey in your tea.” I jumped off the couch before he could say another word, rushing off to grab the jar from the cupboard.

I reached up for the little jar that was tucked away behind the other cans and nonperishables. As soon as I grabbed it, my ears caught the noise of a small clattering coming from the other room. I dropped flat on my feet and glanced over in the same direction.

“Yuji?” I called out, walking towards the noise. “Are you okay?”

I peered around the corner slowly, sticking just my head out. “Yuji?” I looked over at the now empty couch. His papers and snacks were sprawled out everywhere and his cup of tea was knocked over, dripping onto the floor.

My attention drifted over to the front door, which was still shut and locked from earlier.

“Yuji, quit messing around.” I stood in the doorway now, my eyes searching for any sign of him. Was he trying to freak me out? He usually fooled around like this, but he was so engaged in his work; jumping out and scaring me seemed like it would be the last thing on his mind.

My fingers tightened around the jar of honey, frowning as I saw the mess left behind. It almost looked like there was a - oh god. My legs started to move towards the front door, before I even had time to process everything. I couldn’t explain the feeling, but whatever this was, it was telling me to get the fuck out, and fast.

The tips of my fingers grazed the cool metal of the handle, shaking heavily as I fumbled with the lock.

My body froze completely when the sound of a throaty, deep chuckle reached my ears. Much to my dismay, my movements halted and I could no longer control my body. My back was turned away from the eerie sound, my heart trying to convince me that it was all in my head.

Heavy footsteps followed when I made no attempt to react. The beating in my chest amplified, my hands loosening just enough for the jar that I still held to fall and shatter against the flooring beneath me.

“Leaving so soon?” The deep voice asked, still sounding like they were behind me, only a few feet back

A small squeak slipped from my lips as I finally managed to gain control over my body. Although, I did not turn to face that ominous voice. Instead, I glanced down to the broken jar at my feet; the sticky honey pooled at my toes, pieces of glass reflected back up at me.

My hand was still wrapped around the doorknob, debating on my options. Could I unlock the door, open it, and run down the hallway and outside before they reached me? Would I have time to scream for help? Would anyone actually come? My thoughts were running a million miles per second and I couldn’t keep up.

Another laugh echoed behind me, this time it sounded amused. I twisted my head back to finally make eye contact, only to feel my last shred of hope disappear when I noticed who - no what, was behind me.

A shaky breath fell from my lips as my eyes focused on His face. The black markings spread down from beneath Yuji’s bright eyes, reaching all the way to his chin. Another two marks stretched across his nose and on his forehead, solidifying my previous fears. While it was technically Yuji’s body, it didn’t really look like him anymore. He seemed to grow a foot taller, while his training outfit strained under new muscle mass.

Sukuna. Fucking Sukuna.

The expression on his face almost sent me into a panic attack. He watched me like a predator stalking its prey, head tilted ever so slightly while his lips pulled back into a smirk. He knew. He fucking knew. My pupils were blown wide as I gripped the handle tighter, attempting to use my thumb to unlock it as I maintained eye contact with the curse that adorned my best friend's face and body.

The air in the room felt thick like glue, wrapping around my chest and choking me out. Was this what Megumi felt? Constricting and suffocating?

Sukuna’s eyes moved from mine and floated down my body, lingering slightly on my chest and waist before shooting back up to read my expression. As much as I wanted to cringe at his prying eyes, I managed to keep a straight face. I wanted nothing more than to run down the hallway and find Gojo, but I knew that was exactly what he wanted.

His wandering eyes caused a rush of heat to flow through me, unsettling my already flipped stomach. No. He couldn’t possibly-

Megumi’s stories lingered in the back of my head. He’s on a whole other level, Y/N. You can’t take him on yourself. If he ever switches with Yuji, you run and find Gojo or me. He would tell me whenever Yuji wasn’t around. I guess he didn’t want to make Yuji feel even worse than he already did, as he was the vessel.

“Well?” Sukuna spoke again, the deepest of his voice startling me to jolt straighter. “Aren’t you going to run?” He sounded bored, almost like he was annoyed that I wasn’t reacting. I knew that he wanted me to react, whether it was to run, scream, cry, or beg him to switch back with Yuji.

I swallowed hard. “No. That’s exactly what you want and I don’t want to give you the satisfaction.” I fully turned to face him, letting my hand drop from the handle.

My body buzzed with adrenaline to escape, but I knew there was no way that I could outrun him. I had to play this smart. Yuji was almost certainly fighting for control, but he must be exhausted and weak from all of his training. It was going to take him longer. I just had to stall a little bit. Despite the pep talk that I mentally gave myself, I still felt horrified. My breathing stunted unconsciously, restricting the access of air into my lungs.

Sukuna’s arms crossed over his chest and he grinned, flashing me his unnaturally sharp canines.

“Have it your way then.”

Before I could fully process his words, he dove towards me. I gasped and leaped out of the doorway, narrowly escaping his sudden attack. Fuck. So much for stalling. I stumbled over my own feet as I threw myself over the back of the couch, landing on my unsteady feet. My body spun around in an instant, focused on keeping him within my sight. Sukuna watched me as I took a small step backwards, but remained on the other side of the couch.

“Stay the fuck away from me.” I took another hesitant step back, eyes darting back to the door. No more stalling. Yuji wasn’t going to come back out for a while. It was time to get the fuck out of here and fast. I had limited options on where I could go. Getting to the front door meant that I would have to run by him, which certainly meant he would capture me. Running to my bedroom wasn’t smart either, as there was nothing to barricade myself in with. Instead, I focused on keeping the distance between our bodies.

Sukuna’s eyes brightened when he watched me stumble back, enjoying the fear that he was pulling from me. It was sick. My every move was being studied by his crimson eyes, anticipating what I would do next.

“You’re just as annoying as that brat.” He laughed, referring to Yuji.

Once again, the unnerving sound of his laugh startled me into stepping backwards at a quicker pace. It was silly. I knew that retreating would not allow me an escape from the sickening sound of it. But I stepped away all the same, hoping that some distance from the Curse would grant me freedom.

My eyes left him for only a moment, and when I looked back, he was out of my line of sight. I snapped my head from side to side, remaining on edge while I looked around the small room. Where did he go?! I bit down on my lip, and without thinking, I dove forward towards the front door again, only to be stopped. I felt a pair of hands grab my shoulders and yank me backwards. Behind? How?!

I expected to land on the ground, but my back hit something just as hard and knocked the wind out of my lungs all the same. I let out a sharp groan at the feeling, kicking and throwing my elbows back and in attempts to get free from his hold. My attacks did very little as his large hands moved from my shoulders and down to my waist. His grip was strong and sharp, digging into the soft flesh of my torso.

“Let me go!” I trashed about, screaming and fighting furiously.

I felt the rumble of his chest as he laughed, planting my back harder against his chest. The sudden movement surprised me, and I gasped before resuming my fight. He hummed in satisfaction, sending another wave of vibrations down my spine.

“That’s the spirit, slut.” He growled, giving me another tight squeeze.

I huffed, stalling my fighting. “What the fuck do you want?” My voice was low and hoarse.

“Isn’t that a stupid question coming from a sorcerer?” He mocked, leering down towards me. His body was oddly warm, warmer than I ever thought it would be.

I opened my mouth to respond but before I could, I felt my body being slung forward to the ground. My hands shot out and I let out another surprised cry, bracing myself for the hard fall. My knees and hands slammed against the ground, landing on all fours. Before I could stand up again, Sukuna’s foot planted on my back and pushed me onto my stomach. I let out a gasp of strangled air as I collided with the hard floor, Sukuna’s foot grinding me harder against the cool surface before retreating.

I gritted my teeth in anger and flipped myself over clumsily. Sukuna glared down at me, his smug expression taunting me into fighting back. Instead, I started to crawl backwards, attempting to distance myself. He matched my movements and followed me backwards at a slowed pace, until he dropped over top of me. I screeched, half expecting his full weight to crush me, but he caught himself, hovering just above me.

His red eyes focused down on mine, drinking up my quivering form. My heart felt like it was going to explode from anticipation, fearing his next movements. A sob of both fear and helplessness left my lungs as I watched those red eyes drift over my body.

“Yuji…” I muttered softly, turning my head to the side.

Sukuna must’ve heard me because he snorted, but chose not to respond to my helpless plea for Yuji to return. He had control in this situation, and there was no way that he was going to willingly switch back at this moment.

The tears I fought back pooled at my lower lash line, slipping down the sides of my flushed cheeks as Sukuna gleaned over me, lowering himself closer to my face. I shut my eyes tightly and cringed back. This was it. I thought. He’s going to tear my throat out with his sharp teeth. I was going to die, choking and sputtering in my own blood. I braced myself for the pain, preparing myself for death that awaited me for open arms. Yuji…Nobara…Megumi…

I felt nothing but warmth. Was this death? My eyes snapped open when I realized that this feeling was not my blood seeping out of my throat; it was his tongue. My shriek of fear turned into disgust when I felt his tongue press flat against my jawline and lick up my cheek and over my eye.

“Urgh… wha-” My cheek damp with his spit as I looked up at him. He wasn’t going to- no. He wouldn’t… No.

His face retreated back from mine, a feral look of satisfaction painted across his features. My face twisted back up in disgust when I realized, causing him to chuckle. Before I could scramble away from his intentions, his arms wrapped around the back of my thighs and he pulled me against him, draping them over his own. My skirt rode up around my hips as he placed himself flush against my core, grinding against the thin fabric of my panties.

My gaze widened and I shook my head, squirming against his grip. “No! Not this! Just kill me!”

Sukuna laughed again, “You sorcerers really are stupid, huh?” His nails dug into the soft flesh of my thighs, parting me further open for him.

My hands flew to meet his, scratching and pounding against them with a new sense of urgency. Shock took over my expression as I fought with a newfound strength, but it proved to be fruitless.

“You can’t!” I cried, kicking and twisting my body.

Sukuna bellowed out from a laugh, my frantic eyes meeting his half lidded ones, his head cocked ever so slightly to the side as he watched me. He looked as if he wanted to devour me, his tongue darted out again as he licked his lips. Sukuna felt an overwhelming sense of pleasure as I struggled in his grip. There was a deep, dark primal instinct embedded deep within him that made him enjoy forcing submission.

“I can and I will, slut. No one is coming to save you. You’re all mine.” His hands moved faster than I ever thought as he ripped the shirt of my uniform, the cool air hitting against my already erect nipples and eliciting a sharp gasp from my lips. My chest heaved up and down as my hands flew from his and over my chest, trying to shield my body from his lustful gaze.

Sukuna grinned, prying my hands away. He groaned, staring at my tits that were on full display. He looked hungry, as if he hadn’t eaten in years and I was the perfect meal for him, served up on a silver platter. My mouth parted when I felt something wet and slimy fall on the swell of my breasts. My eyes blew wide when I saw the glimmer of saliva slide down to my collarbone, pooling there. Drool. He drooled.

“Oh god. You’re sick.” I cried, wanting the feeling of his skin off of mine.

“Your God can’t save you now. Take it like the good little slut I know you are.” He wiped his chin with the back of his hand before lowering it down to my cunt, which clenched around nothing. With my skirt bunched around my hips, it provided an ease of access. Sukuna looped his finger through my panties and tore them off in one swipe.

“No!” I tried to push his palm away futilely.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure Yuji can see everything.” He oozed, his voice hitting me like a ton of bricks. “Maybe then that brat will stop jerking his cock to the thought of you.” He snickered, his fingers prodding against my dry folds.

I squeezed my eyes shut, somehow hoping that his words would be blocked out by this. “Stop, this isn’t right.” I didn’t want to believe the things he was saying, but his taunting would not let up.

“What’s not right? That you’re a little cock tease or that Yuji fucks his fist picturing you bent over and screaming for him?” He sneers, his fingers make work on my cunt, spreading open my folds but never reaching for my clit.

His words felt like a vice, tightening inch by inch with every mocking word that dripped from his mouth. Despite looking like my best friend on the outside, there were no similarities on the inside. Sukuna was sadistic, cruel, and demeaning. He enjoyed the chaos he caused, having zero regard for the lives of anyone but himself.

My reaction must’ve drawn out some pleasure from the monster above me because he spoke up again, suddenly. “You know how many times I had to listen to that brat moaning out your name?” He taunted, glimmering teeth on full display. “It’s only fair that I get a taste.”

I felt his fingers pull away for a moment, while another shaky sigh came from my parted lips. That loss of contact only lasted for a few seconds, and then came the sense of familiarity when that warm wetness returned. My breathing stuttered as my eyes shot down to my core, immediately noticing the second mouth that formed on the palm of his hand. My mouth slacked open as I watched the thin muscle poke out and lick a stripe up my cunt.

“Urgh-” My head fell back against the floorboards, feeling the heat begin to accumulate between my legs.

Sukuna hummed in satisfaction, his free hand moving towards my face. I flinched when I felt his surprisingly soft hands grab my chin and turn my attention back towards him. “Eyes on me or I’ll rip them out of your pretty head.” His nails dug into the sides of my cheeks as he pinched them together.

His tongue dragged down, gathering up the slick that quickly bloomed at my entrance before pulling back up and drawing out slow circles on the tender nub. He repeated this movement a few times, licking up and down at an agonizingly slow pace. I could hear the lewd noises that my cunt was making, his spit and my own slick mixing together into a sticky mess. As much as I fought against the feelings he was providing me, I could not fight the soft mewl of desperation when his tongue slipped into me.

“So wet already, pathetic.” As much as I wanted to look away, I enjoyed having my eyes still in their sockets.

Sukuna groaned at the sensation of my cunt clenching down on his appendage. He had not tasted something so good in over a century, so sweet and warm, dripping out all for him. It felt even better since he could hear Yuji crying out in the background of his mind, shouting obscenities and begging the Curse to stop his assault. Sukuna did not. His tongue dove deeper, licking and slurping like a wild animal at a feast. This was a feast.

My reactions only spurred him on more, watching gleefully as my legs twitched and toes curled at the sensation. He watched as my eyes rolled back lazily and my hips swayed against his palm. I could feel my eyebrows pull together in a frown, desperately fighting against the feelings he was giving me.

His tongue curled upwards and my body spasmed. Sukuna chuckled and slammed his palm on my hip, pinning me to the floor to stop my writhing. “Desperate little bitch.”

My eyes rolled back and I felt my hips jerk involuntarily forward, seeking pressure against my unsatisfied clit. My thighs squeezed together as I tried to drown out the pulsating that grew into a gnawing feeling of pain, wanting a release.

“Ah, ah, ah.” Sukuna tutted, retracting his tongue and pulling away. “Did I say you could come yet?”

Another whine came from my lips from the loss of contact. While I fell down from my built up high, so did my pride. Lazy lidded eyes met mine, hints of annoyance lingered behind them as he watched my paled face twitch, snapping back to reality. My hands slammed against the floor and I tried to scoot out of his hold; reality hitting me like a fucking truck. Sukuna followed closely as I scampered backwards, making quick work to grab onto my ankle and tug me back in place.

“Where do you think you’re going? We’re not finished here.” He growled down at my shivering form, legs turning to mush from a single glare. He enjoyed watching me try to retreat away, but also felt a pinch of annoyance at the back of his head. I watched as his eyes squinted and he smirked, an expression that could only be described as terrifying in this moment. I returned with a look of pure fear as I stared into the eyes of the beast.

“Please! Don’t! I can’t do this any-” I cried when Sukuna flipped me onto my stomach, my chin knocking against the ground before I could finish my sentence.

“You’re right. I’m getting bored of this.” Before I had a chance to crawl away again, his hands were pulling at my hips, angling me so that my ass was perched up and pressed into his groin. He must’ve guessed my next moves because his hand moved to hold my back down, keeping my chest pinned to the floor.

A puff of strangled air left my mouth and I craned my head to look back at him, my eyes pleading for any sense of mercy hidden within him. I felt regret seep into my nerves as I watched Sukuna lick his lips at the sight of my ass, which was on full display for him. His hand pressed harder against my clammy skin, his gaze finally reaching my own.

“Don’t panic, I’m not fucking that hole.” He traced soft patterns against the globe of my ass. “Not today, anyways.” He chuckled, pleased with himself as he shuffled around with Yuji’s shorts. My throat tightened when his cock sprung free, large and thick, dripping with precum at the tip.

I bit down hard on my lip and tried to scurry forwards, my blunt nails digging into anything that I could catch. “No. You can’t. You’ll rip me apart-” Sukuna let out a groan of annoyance and pulled me back down. His fingers raked through my hair and tugged it back, guiding my head back towards his direction.

“I’m going to fuck you whether you want it or not. Fighting back will only hurt you worse.” He grunted, his hand moving back and forth down his shaft, smearing his precum all over until it glistened. He positioned himself at my entrance, slowly guiding himself inch by inch inside of me. My jaw slacked open and my eyes squeezed shut at the burning sensation that shot up my entire stomach.

“Sukuna, please. Get off.” My hands tried to pry his out of my hair. “It hurts.”

He said nothing when he slammed himself completely inside me, his nails digging painfully into my skin. I had not been prepared nor adjusted for his size, so when his cock was fully seated inside me, I screamed. The searing pain erupted and traveled up to my throat, making me feel like I was going to throw up.

“Fuck.” Was all Sukuna could say, still frozen still. He felt like he was being suffocated by the tightness of my cunt, which clenched tighter when I screamed. His eyes closed for a moment, savoring the terrified expression on my face. “You’re so tight.” His hips moved slowly, dragging himself out before slamming back in.

I screamed again, back bowing down to the ground and clawing harder at his hand. “Too much! I can’t-” Sukuna dragged my head up and slammed it down onto the ground, silencing me immediately.

“Shut up. I could care less if it hurts. I’ve satisfied you enough.” He spoke low and with no regard for my well being.

Sukuna’s hips began to move at a steady pace, while the pain of his cock buried inside me still lingered, it was overshadowed by the throbbing at my temple. My vision was spotty and I felt myself swaying, struggling to remain in this position. Sukuna must have noticed this because he let go of my hair and grabbed my hips, whether it was to steady me or to get better leverage, I didn’t know.

With my slumped form pressed tightly against his groin, it became easier for Sukuna to plow into my cunt, which clenched tightly as a last resort to fight off the intrusion. This only seemed to please him further and he let out a dark laugh, relishing in the feeling.

With my arms pinned awkwardly beneath my body, I had very little range of motion, which only made it easier for Sukuna. His hips snapped against my ass, filling me up to the brim as his cock slammed into my cervix. My mouth hung open in a silent scream, eyes wide but only able to see dark patches.

I managed to tilt my head towards him, noticing that he kept his gaze on his cock stuffing me full. My breathing was sporadic, unable to get air in without hiccuping and sobbing. The dark spots in my vision only grew bigger and my head swayed.

“I’m gonna pa-”

Sukuna slowed his pace, but it wasn’t for my own mercy. “Tch. Stay conscious. I’m not going to fuck a corpse.”

My teeth gritted at his words, but his slowed pace allowed me to control my breathing.

“I’m going to kill you.” I mumbled, eyes watering with fresh tears, clumping my thick lashes together.

Another booming laugh filled the room again, and this time Sukuna paused. “Oh yeah? The big bad sorcerer acting all tough now?” I was yanked upwards, my back slammed against his chest as he leered down to my ear. With this new angle, his cock reached a whole new depth inside me. My teeth caught my bottom lip, not wanting to let out a sound.

Sukuna trailed his hands along my waist before squeezing my clammy skin. “You’ve got more balls than that brat.” He whispered, his breath hitting the shell of my ear. “Want to know what he’s doing right now?” He asked, which seemed more rhetorical than anything, his tone hinting at something much more sinister than I expected.

“What are you talking about?” I hissed back, jerking my head away from the heat of his mouth.

His hand wrapped around my throat, not enough to cut off air but enough for me to shift back closer to him. “Ah,” his hips jerked upwards, causing me to suck in a sharp breath. “He’s watching.” Sukuna taunted, making sure that I was balanced on top of him before reaching round and grabbing my tit. “Jerking himself like a fucking pubesent child.”

A wave of nausea hit me in my throat, his words cutting deep. Was this true? Was Yuji enjoying this…? How much could he see? Sukuna tweaked my nipple hard, marveling in the pliable flesh between his fingers.

“Let’s give him a good show, yeah?” He chuckled, flipping me round so that my legs were on either side of his waist and I was now facing him directly. I straddled him awkwardly, perched upon his legs. My hands flew up to his shoulders so that I wouldn’t fall backwards. Something told me that he wouldn’t care if I fell and slammed my head into the ground again.

“Don’t say that.” I snarled, glaring up at him while he watched me with half-lidded eyes, too concentrated on the feeling of my walls squeezing around him. “You’re repulsive.”

“Don’t be all coy with me now. I don’t mind sharing my playthings.” He sneered, his hips snapping upwards while I was caught off guard. My head snapped back and I gasped, feeling the pleasure as he hit a spot hidden deep within me. “That’s it. Let the brat hear you scream for me.” He hit that same spot that made me see stars, my eyes fluttering shut at the sensation.

I lost control of my emotions, and now was beginning to lose control of my own body. My nerves sent off waves of pleasure as my cunt milked him, clenching tightly every time he buried himself inside me.

This was wrong. So so wrong.

Over and over, Sukuna hit that spongy spot. I could hear just how wet I was everytime Sukuna thrusted his hips. So much so that it gathered at the base of his cock and seeped onto his thighs, making him grin ear to ear. “What a good little sorcerer.” He cooed, edging me on. “Look at you now.” A dribble of drool slid down my chin, soft moans coming from the back of my throat.

“Ah- there!” I squealed, my nails surely breaking skin and drawing blood, but Sukuna didn’t seem to mind. He was enjoying seeing me like this. As much as he loved hearing me scream and beg for mercy - this, this was something else. Seeing my will break and take his cock like this drove him mad. Seeing my eyes roll back and pouty lips open wide for him made him want to stuff it.

Sukuna’s hand quickly covered my opened mouth, his mouth returning on his palm to shove his tongue deep into my throat. “Hmmph!” I gagged slightly, not expecting the sudden intrusion.

“Don’t bite me.” He warned, keeping his pace as he glared down at me.

His tongue swirled around my mouth, invading my senses and driving me even closer to the edge. With his palm flat against my mouth and tongue shoving against my own, it was harder to breathe. My breaths come in short sporadic gasps and mewls. Excess saliva spilled out of my mouth and coated his hand, but he didn’t seem to mind. “Swallow it all and I’ll let you come.” He ordered. “I’m feeling generous.” I eagerly swallowed every last bit of his spit, knowing that I was close to coming any second now.

“What a desperate little slut.” His eyes narrowed down on my frame, watching my tits bounce at his quickened pace.

I moaned against his tongue when I came, squeezing his cock harder than ever. My eyes were wide open but I could barely see a thing, only focused on the feeling on release. “Fuck, you’re gonna push me out.” Sukuna groaned, gritting his teeth as he realized that he was about to come too.

“N-not inside…” I moaned, slowly coming back down from my high.

Sukuna must’ve heard me but chose to ignore me, because his hands moved back to my waist and he pushed me down on his twitching cock, making sure that I couldn’t jump off. He let out a deep moan as he filled me up, heating me up from the inside out.

I squeaked at the feeling, trying to pull away. “No!”

His cock was still buried deep inside me while his come leaked out of my overstimulated cunt, the aftershocks of my orgasm clenching around him. He shuddered before releasing my hips, allowing me to skitter off and away from him. The feeling of his come inside me made my body convulse, my body trying to squeeze it all out. I watched as it dripped onto the floorboards and slid between my asscheeks.

Sukuna sighed, his head raising up to meet my petrified gaze. His chest rose and fell quickly as he watched me. “I’ll see you again, Y/N.”

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Separation Anxiety (Chapter 08)

Put your lips on my scars and teach me to love

When a ritual separates Sukuna from Yuuji, Sukuna is delighted to find that besides having his own body, there is also another gift handed to him: The brat has lost all his memories and is now the perfect little plaything to take home and manipulate. At least, that's the plan. But the King of Curses isn't prepared for the feelings that come along with being human again. And another complication is how cute the brat is when he has no idea who Sukuna is and, instead of hating him, treats him with genuine love and affection. So, without realizing it, Sukuna suddenly finds himself on a journey of learning how to be loved and how to love.

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Pairing: Sukuna x Yuuji Genre: Memory Loss AU, fluff, smut, light angst Word Count: 4k Playlist: Separation Anxiety Warnings: 18+, smut, mentions of violence, dub-con (Yuuji has lost his memories, and Sukuna lies to him about being boyfriends). All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

Chapter 08

Your love is scaring me. No one has ever cared for me as much as you do (Scary Love by The Neighbourhood)

"Am I still a good boyfriend, Sukuna?"

Big golden eyes gaze sheepishly at him. The question catches Sukuna by surprise.

"What do you mean, sweetheart?"

A moment ago, they were busy watching a movie while sharing the occasional kiss. But now the brat is squirming uncomfortably on the couch next to Sukuna. A light blush is staining his cheeks when he explains,

"I probably changed a lot because of the memory loss. And I... I just want to know if I still make you happy. Am I still what you want?"

Sukuna frowns. Where is that coming from?

"Of course you make me happy."

You are the perfect stupid little pet that I hoped you'd be.

But the boy is worrying his bottom lip between his teeth.

"I just feel so weird. I mean, we live together and everything. I'm pretty sure we already had lots of sex. And I really like what we do, but... but I always feel like... I feel like a virgin. I have no idea what I'm doing when I touch you. I can't remember. I'm sorry if this isn't what you're used to from me, baby. But I'll learn it again. You can teach me again, right? Please teach me how to touch you in every way you need."

Sukuna's breath catches for a moment. He is sure the brat has no idea what his words are doing to Sukuna. How desire pulses through him, making his veins tingle. How his pants feel too tight all of a sudden. How his fingers want to touch so fiercely that they leave bruises. How his teeth want to mark the brat up for days to last.

Itadori has such an enticing innocence about him. It makes Sukuna's head spin. The way the boy gives himself to him, bearing his all to Sukuna.

The brat's cheeks are glowing deep red now, but he sounds indignant, unashamedly spitting out all those words in his eagerness to be a good boyfriend.

"I promise I can become him again!"

His hands are balled into fists, and his eyes burn with a hard conviction, just like the old Itadori before the memory loss. He is cute like this.

A smile spreads over Sukuna's face, and he reaches out to put a long finger under the boy's chin and tilt his head up.

"Oh, sweetheart. You are perfect the way you are."

My sweet little pet. Just as broken and obedient as I like it.

He silences the brat's complaints with his mouth, claiming his lips with a searing kiss.

Sukuna always knew the brat would look cute on his knees. And he was right.

The best thing about it is that Sukuna didn't even have to force him to do it. Itadori is willingly kneeling on the living room floor, between Sukuna's spread thighs, mouth stuffed full of Sukuna's cock, making unashamed loud slurping noises and soft moans, so eager to please, so turned on by having his boyfriend's cock in his mouth.

He asked, or rather begged, Sukuna to please let him blow him. To teach him how it works again since he cannot remember.

He's such a good pet. And Sukuna treats him accordingly. Running a hand through his hair, petting him, cooing at him, praising him for being so obedient.

"My good boy. So sweet for me. Look at me."

The boy's eyelashes flutter, and he looks up at Sukuna while his sweet mouth is still wrapped around Sukuna's thick length. Big golden eyes meet Sukuna's gaze. They glow so prettily, like liquid gold filled with desire and devotion. All for him. All for Sukuna.

His cock twitches in the boy's mouth. Long fingers tangle in soft pink hair, and a low groan falls from Sukuna's lips. He never was one to deny himself pleasure, always taking what he wanted. But this here is the most delicious thing. To have the brat willingly on his knees for him, so happy that he is allowed to suck Sukuna's cock.

His inexperience is showing, of course. His rhythm is a bit off, and he doesn't know how hard to suck at first. But Sukuna teaches him, guiding him up and down on his cock, and soon he can't help but groan and fuck into the boy's mouth, reveling in how good it feels.

One of the things Sukuna always appreciated about his former vessel is that he is a fast learner.

Itadori sucks and slurps happily on Sukuna's cock, looking into his eyes while he does so, ignoring the tears that gather there and instead taking Sukuna even deeper.

When Sukuna cums, Itadori moans loudly and eagerly swallows all his warm seed.

Sukuna smiles at him afterward, wiping the corner of the brat's lips where a small trail of Sukuna's cum trickles down his chin. He looks so pretty like this. Sukuna catches the cum with his thumb and pushes it into the brat's mouth, laughing softly when the boy instantly begins to suck again.

"Yes, eat it all up, darling. You're such a sweet thing."

He can see the way the boy basks in Sukuna's praise. So happy that he could please his boyfriend.

Itadori sighs happily and nuzzles his cheek against Sukuna's inner thigh. His smile grows even brighter, and his golden eyes gaze deeply into Sukuna's, filled with nothing but affection and adoration.

"I love you, Kuna."

The world stops spinning for a moment.

Everything fades away. Everything except those big golden eyes that look up at Sukuna with so much love.

Sukuna's fingers in the boy's hair tighten. The fake smile on his face freezes, making his cheeks feel uncomfortably tense.

He thought he would be ecstatic upon hearing these words coming out of the brat's mouth. He thought it would be the ultimate victory to make his loathed former vessel fall for him. To take the brat's heart and soul hostage. To have Itadori Yuuji completely at his mercy.

But strangely, Sukuna doesn't feel any joy. The only thing he feels is rage.

It doesn't make sense, but he's angry at the brat! How can Itadori be so stupid? So naive? Doesn't the foolish boy know that love is a dangerous thing? How can he be so trusting and give his love to a monster like Sukuna? How can he serve his precious little heart on a silver platter and give Sukuna the best weapon to destroy him?

Sukuna lets out a slow breath, trying to collect his thoughts again. He doesn't know why he feels such apprehension all of a sudden. This is what he wanted! This is what he planned!

The corners of his lips twitch, and he forces himself to loosen the tight hold on the boy's hair and instead pets it gently.

He can do this. He knows what's expected of him. He knows what to say to bind the brat even more to him.

And so, he smiles at the brat, all charming and sweet, and for the first time in his long life, Sukuna says those cursed words that he never thought would leave his lips,

"I love you too."

It's almost like he can taste the ancient magic those words hold, even though they are just a lie. But they work their magic on the brat regardless.

A happy giggle falls from Itadori's lips, and a second later, he climbs into Sukuna's lap, straddling him and hugging him tightly, all flushed and giddy before his lips press against Sukuna's in a passionate kiss.

Fool.

Another day, another movie night with Itadori all up in Sukuna's space.

He is a cuddly little pet. The moment they sit down on the couch, he is already seeking Sukuna's touch. It's gotten even worse during the last few days after the love confession.

At first, the brat just leans against Sukuna's side and rests his head on Sukuna's shoulder. But soon, a hand is placed on Sukuna's chest, and this hand wanders down to caress Sukuna's abs first through his shirt and then more intimately when that hand slips under the thin shirt.

Sukuna smirks. The brat is such a shameless little slut around him. It fills him with the utmost glee to see this inexperienced little virgin so starved for Sukuna's touch and knowing that the brat never touched anyone else like this.

This is how it was always meant to be. The brat was made for him, after all. It's only right that Sukuna is the only one who is allowed to be that intimate with him.

Itadori Yuuji belongs to him alone. Sukuna already claimed what's rightfully his. He already lived inside that body, walked in that skin, wore that face, held that heart in his hand, heard those thoughts, and felt that soul's red and golden warmth. He already claimed the brat in more ways than anyone else ever could.

And yet, he wants more.

He wants to take Itadori in another way. In the most primal way. He wants to throw him down and fuck him and fill him with his seed, claim him completely.

The brat's hand is slipping into Sukuna's pants now, massaging his hardening cock slowly while his strong warm body snuggles against Sukuna, and hot wet kisses get trailed up and down Sukuna's neck.

Something about it makes Sukuna's blood sing. He cannot wait any longer.

"Come here, baby."

He pulls Itadori onto his lap. His hands sprawl over the boy's firm ass possessively, kneading it roughly through his sweatpants, smirking when he hears the needy moan falling from the brat's lips.

Sukuna makes sure to position the boy right where he wants him, so he can feel Sukuna's hardness rub against his ass, letting him know how things could be. How things will be.

The boy whines loudly, his face flushed and his eyes brimming with desire.

Sukuna chuckles softly, watching the brat with a gleeful expression. He can't help but tease him.

"What do you want, darling? I didn't catch it."

"I want... I want more! Please!"

Sukuna raises an eyebrow,

"More?"

He's basking in the power he has over the stupid brat. How sweet this is! To hear Itadori beg him for more. It's almost addictive.

"Yes, please. I want to be even closer to you... I want you inside me. Please..."

His words sound needy, and his fingers twist desperately in the front of Sukuna's shirt.

Sukuna's cock throbs, making his pants sticky with his pre-cum. This is what he wanted when he started this stupid little game! The brat is all hot and bothered for him, practically begging him to fuck him.

It's perfect. Sukuna smirks up at the brat. Yes, he will claim the boy tonight. He will be inside him again, will fill him again.

They make it to the bedroom in a tangle of limbs, their lips locked, never stopping the hungry, sloppy kisses, their tongues licking at each other, mixing their spit obscenely. Strong hands tug and tear at each other's clothes.

Sukuna pushes the brat onto the bed, grinning broadly as he looks down at the horny boy, half-naked and so hard for him, golden eyes clouded by lust, kiss-swollen lips whimpering the sweetest little pleas, begging Sukuna to take him, to make him his. To ruin him.

Sukuna wants to commit this moment to memory. It's just one of his many victories, but this one holds a special sweetness.

He joins the brat on the bed, and they are back to hungry kisses and demanding touches, undressing each other hurriedly, gasping when their freed hard cocks rub hotly against each other.

The brat chuckles suddenly, big golden eyes blinking up at Sukuna, a sheepish grin on his face.

"I know we did this before, but I can't remember... and I am so nervous somehow. I don't know what to do. It feels like my first time."

Sukuna almost laughs out loud. The brat is so pathetic. So trusting, so stupid. Beautiful.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll take good care of you."

I'll make sure to enjoy this thoroughly, knowing that I will take everything from you.

The brat smiles at him with that stupid love-drunk expression, eyes glazed over from horniness but a sweet, dopey smile on his face, full of affection and trust.

"I know... just like you always do. I love you so much, baby."

He is lying on his back, naked, all spread out for Sukuna, giving himself to Sukuna completely.

Sukuna takes a moment to savor his victory and appreciate the sight before him. The brat's beautiful, smooth, tan skin, the firm muscles, and the pretty cock standing hard and tall, oozing pearls of pre-cum for him.

Sukuna's chest feels full and warm. The brat is his to take. His to do with whatever he wants.

He crawls between the brat's thighs, pushing them further apart and gazing down at him with hungry eyes. The feral part of him wants to just take the brat by force, ram his cock into that tight little hole unprepared, and make the brat scream, use him like the little toy he is.

A low growl vibrates in the back of Sukuna's throat.

But he has to take it slow. He has to stay in his role as the loving boyfriend.

And so he hastily prepares the brat, fingering him open, telling him to be a good boy and spread his legs. And, of course, the naive brat does anything Sukuna asks of him. Blushing deeply but spreading those muscular thighs shamelessly.

Sukuna's own breathing is loud in his ears as he leans over the boy and fucks him open with two fingers, watching him squirm and moan and push eagerly onto Sukuna's hand.

The boy is pathetic, a blushing horny mess that grabs at Sukuna's arms to pull him closer but has no clue what to do with all the needy desire he feels.

It stirs the dark lust in Sukuna even more. He pats the brat's hands away and captures them, fixing his wrists on the pillow above his head with one hand as Sukuna presses him down and smirks at him.

His cockhead is teasing the brat's hole, brushing slightly against his heat, not pushing in yet, but just playing with him, making him even more desperate.

He grabs Itadori's chin with his free hand, pushing his thumb between the brat's lips and prying them open.

Sukuna's blood feels on fire as he lets a thick thread of spit drool into the brat's open mouth, claiming him, marking him, and making him take everything Sukuna chooses to give him.

He watches hungrily as Itadori's eyes cloud over with lust, and a loud, needy moan falls from his mouth as he swallows Sukuna's spit obediently.

The boy is so endearing in his inexperience and eagerness to please. It makes Sukuna's cock throb almost painfully.

You want to be mine so bad, huh, brat?

Golden eyes look up at Sukuna with a pleading look, and Itadori opens his kiss-swollen and spit-covered lips to breathe a whiny,

"Please fuck me, Kuna."

And something in Sukuna's brain snaps.

He pushes into the brat with a violent thrust that makes the brat cry out in pain. Finally claiming him completely, burying his whole length deep inside the brat's tight ass.

Sukuna groans in pleasure, triumph filling his senses akin to the feeling of walking over a battlefield after a victorious battle.

Mine. You're mine.

He tightens his hold on the brat's wrists, pushing him down with his full weight, not giving him any time to adjust to the feeling of being filled, but rutting his hips in a punishing pace, fucking him deep and hard. So overcome with desire that he becomes careless. He wants to hear more of the cries of pain! He wants to ruin the brat! Wants to make him bleed and scream and bruise him for days!

But instead, another sound carries to his ears. The brat moans in delight. And his strong legs wrap around Sukuna's waist as if wanting to pull him even closer.

"Ah! Feels so good, Kuna!"

Something doesn't make sense. Why is the brat moaning in pleasure and pulling him closer?

A second later, Sukuna becomes aware of the familiar tingling sensation of his reverse cursed technique.

His eyes widen.

He unconsciously used his technique on the boy, healing him and taking the pain from him, leaving nothing but pleasure, even as Sukuna fucks into him brutally.

He falters momentarily, the tight hold on Itadori's wrists loosening so the brat can free his hands. But he doesn't push Sukuna off him.

Instead, he puts his hands on Sukuna's back, pulling him closer, caressing his muscles needily, digging his nails into them as he grinds against Sukuna and moans his name,

"Sukuna.....ah baby! Please, please don't stop!"

Golden eyes full of love and trust meet surprised light-blue ones, and Sukuna feels like he is falling.

Like he is drowning in the soulbond, they used to have, feeling it wrap around him again, engulf him and swallow him whole. He is one with Yuuji again. Their bodies and souls are connected again in this intimate moment.

When he spills his seed deep inside the boy, it is with a loud, breathless moan, a sound he can't remember ever making before.

Sukuna doesn't understand it. What is this feeling? He can remember what it was like to be a human a thousand years ago. Not everything, of course, but he remembers feeling various emotions. He remembers feeling anger and joy, desire and hatred. Strong emotions that filled his body with their fire.

But lately, he feels something else. It's not as loud, not as violent as those emotions he remembers. He cannot quite place it, but he's pretty sure he never felt anything like it before. It's nagging him. Why does he not know what this is?

He is pretty sure it has something to do with the brat, though. With the way the old Itadori Yuuji, the one who approached Sukuna with nothing but hate, is gone, and in his stead, there is this other Itadori Yuuji. The one who looks at Sukuna with nothing but love in his eyes. The one who holds him every night and snuggles against him, all trusting and sweet.

It has to do with the way the brat cares about him.

It has to do with the way the brat says he loves him.

Love.

It's the most dangerous curse of all. That's what Sukuna heard back in his time, and the words stuck with him.

Love is a weakness. A way to ruin yourself and others. A dangerous addiction. A form of insanity. It makes the ones afflicted with it vulnerable. Love is a wild force. It's uncontrollable. A magic so ancient and potent that Sukuna fears even he has no power over it. And the loss of control is an idea that makes his skin crawl.

And yet, the brat dives into this madness head first.

Why is he like this? No wonder Sukuna is feeling all kinds of strange things lately! The brat is confusing him! He is making Sukuna see things he has never seen before.

The boy is sitting on the kitchen counter with his stupid, bright smile, looking like he has nothing to worry about. Telling Sukuna how glad he is to be with him and how happy he is about this life they have. There's nothing but sincerity in his honey gaze.

It's a concept so foreign to Sukuna. Everyone he ever encountered had their own agenda. Their own motives. Their own selfishness which influenced their actions.

But not Itadori. He is selfless to a fault.

Itadori Yuuji is a contradiction. He is so weak and so strong at the same time. It makes Sukuna's mind spin as he tries and tries and tries to wrap his head around it.

Sukuna is standing at the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room, one hand touching the cold window pane lightly as he stares unseeingly over the nightly city.

He cannot find any rest tonight. He had to untangle himself from the heavy and warm body of the brat to walk to the kitchen and get a cold glass of water before he came here to look at the endless sea of twinkling lights.

He cannot fight this uneasiness that has been plaguing him for the last few days.

Anytime Sukuna's lying on the couch during a lazy afternoon with the brat draped all over him, cuddling him and resting his head on Sukuna's chest, sometimes looking up at him with hazy eyes and ruffled hair and an affectionate smile, Sukuna is scared.

He is scared because there's a strange warmth spreading through his chest, and he is too aware of how loudly his heart is thumping.

He's losing control.

Things are slipping out of his hands, and he doesn't know how to stop it.

The brat means something to him. He cannot quite say what, but something makes him want to have Yuuji around. Safe and sound, wearing that happy, genuine smile on his stupid face.

He wants to keep the brat safe. Sukuna wouldn't mind burning this whole city down and killing everyone in it. He doesn't care about the pain or destruction he causes, even enjoys it. But now there is one person he doesn't want to stand in this chaos.

So, instead of hurting him, Sukuna's hand always finds its way into soft pink hair and strokes it gently, holding the brat in place, holding him close, making sure he won't get up and leave Sukuna's embrace.

This is a development Sukuna didn't see coming. He doesn't like it.

It terrifies him.

Does the brat have power over him? No one ever possessed any power over Sukuna! No one!

Is it because they used to share a body? Does it have to do with this strange separation anxiety he is experiencing since their souls were forcefully separated? Is it fear of losing this bond they had? A bond formed by fate itself?

"Kuna?"

Itadori's soft, warm voice speaks up behind him. Sukuna doesn't turn his head. But a moment later, strong arms wrap around him from behind, and the same voice asks again, closer this time, breath warm on Sukuna's neck, a warm muscular body snuggling against his back,

"Are you ok, Kuna? Did you have a nightmare?"

That stupid nickname! Sukuna grits his teeth. He wants to lash out at the brat, wants to slice him open, and tell him no one calls Sukuna like that. But he cannot do it. He hates it, but deep down, there's a part of him that feels so warm anytime the boy calls him Kuna.

Is that part of it? Of being loved by someone? To feel this warmth when they wrap you in their love and care? The sheer power a name holds when spoken by someone who loves you. The way Itadori says that name in such a tender tone. As if it is the most precious thing he owns. As if the name alone carries love.

Sukuna isn't ok. He is far from it.

But he nods and laughs softly,

"Yes, I'm ok, darling. Just needed something to drink."

Yuuji's arms tighten around him, and his head rests on Sukuna's back.

"Alright, but you can always talk to me if something's worrying you, ok? I love you."

"I love you too."

Empty words that are so cruel in their deceiving nature. One loves, and one doesn't. One says the truth and one speaks lies. And yet, tonight, the words taste dangerous on Sukuna's tongue.

He unfocuses his eyes from the city view and looks at the soft reflection of his face on the window pane. Wide, terrified, light-blue eyes stare back at him.

Finally a new chapter!!! I had such a hard time editing this, but I am happy to finally share it. That last scene is one of my favorites in the whole story. I love the thought of Sukuna looking terrified at being confronted with Yuuji's genuine love and care. Love must really be a scary thing to our dear King. Uncontrollable and powerful. Well, Kuna YOU were the one who wanted to play this little game ;)

Ahahaha I am so soft for Sukuna slowly falling into Yuuji's sweetness and not being able to get out of it again. I hope you enjoyed the chapter!! Comments and reblogs would be very sweet!!

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