synopsis: only someone like you could worship Sukuna as if he were a (false) god.
cws: lowkey a little angsty, smut, piv, begging, sex in a confessional (kinda), marking, possessive sukuna, breeding, sukuna himself is a warning.
We were crazy to think, crazy to think that this could work
You had woken up, buff figure standing in front of the moonlight. “Master Ryomen,” You rasped, brushing your hair out of your face. “What troubles you at this hour?” You asked, eyes stuck on the ones on his cheekbones. “Come.” He ordered, turning his back and leaving your room. You knew that if you were to groan or complain right now you’d be worse than sheep in a lion’s den.
You slipped into your shoes, nightdress brushing the clean floors. It didn’t take you long to find him again. Sukuna was easy to find, truly, the strenuous part was defeating him. He’d always take shelter in your special room, your confessional.
Some think being the king of curses’ adviser is a difficult job, they’d be right. It’s not a job made for everyone and anyone, even Sukuna was staggered to find you standing after so many years.
They say the road gets hard and you get lost when you're led by blind faith.
Sukuna watched as you lit up a cone of dragon’s blood incense, the only scent that’d calm the king. You removed your slippers, ‘sacred’ carpet feeling rough against your soft skin. Your steps followed in his direction, smoke engulfing your lungs. “Master,” You moved the incense in front of Sukuna, tracing his figure with the cone before placing it on a red holder, chosen by Sukuna himself.
The divider started to make you feel stupid, you already knew whose sins you had to wash away, what troubled curse you had to advise. “Yes, Ryomen.” You started.
He inhaled the scent one more time before speaking. “I am troubled by the dearth of a successor.” His voice still tended to shake you to your core. You cleared your throat, “Shall I start the auditions for a wife?” You asked, quietly fidgeting with your thumbs.
You hated having to admit this, but the thought of Sukuna wedded made your stomach hurl. You were no more than a servant to him, it would be ridiculous to even picture yourself with a ring on your finger. A moment of quietness had befallen him.
“No, not yet.” He cleared his throat. “Is that all that troubles you, my lord?” You asked softly, catching a glimpse of him in the holes of the divider. Sukuna had spotted you, causing you to quickly return to your initial position, bowing your head.
“Your loyalty.” He muttered, eyes still following you. You gasped, “For what reason?” You asked curiously, causing Sukuna to chuckle.
“Who is to say you won’t dare leave one day, hm?” Sukuna teased. Your cheeks turned red, embarrassment rising to the follicles of your head. You lifted yourself, Sukuna quickly following.
“My lord, I would never leave your side.” You bowed, tears gathering in your waterline. Sukuna forced your head up. “Look at me.” He ordered. Sukuna wiped a fallen tear away, disgust hovering his face, “I did not take you for such a weakling, woman.” He hoarsed. “A single accusation and you go crying like a child? It’s repulsive.” He spat out.
“Please forgive me, Master Ryomen.” You whispered, eyes finally meeting his. “Don’t let it happen again.” He commanded, watching as the incense cone finished burning. Sukuna slipped into his shoes, back turned to you again.
“Bed, now.” He croaked, waiting for you. You followed quickly. “My lord, you could massacre this entire world and my guts would feel out of place if they were not to be next to you.” You admitted, Sukuna knew, he just enjoyed toying with you once in a while, curses get bored too.
He grumbled in response, opening your bedroom door and following you inside. He didn’t reply, making your cheeks sting with shame, maybe you shouldn’t have repeated yourself.
He watched as you got into bed, white satin sheets looking out of place with your black gown. “Has anyone ever taught you to match white with white?” He questioned. You shook your head, “I don’t own any white nightgowns, my mother forbade me from wearing white until marriage.” You confessed, duvet falling on top of you.
Sukuna hummed, not necessarily in disappointment, but in something else, something you couldn’t quite read. “Rest well.” he grumbled, following the corridor that led to his room. “Goodnight, my lord!” You called out, unaware that he was content enough to wish you a pleasant night.
You toyed with your fingers up until falling asleep again, Sukuna never leaving your thoughts.
Remember how I said I'd die for you?
The following morning, a terrible shriek had awakened you. Your first thought wasn’t that someone might’ve harmed Sukuna, but that Sukuna might’ve harmed someone, and based on the grotesque noise that followed, it was the latter.
You got your slippers out, running out of your room only to spot Sukuna tear a servant apart like a madman. Your eyes widened, hand flying to your mouth. “My..my lord, what’ve you done?” Your voice shook.
Sukuna turned around, blood dripping from his fingernails, “This is what happens to traitors.” His wicked smile made every hair on your body rise. “Ryomen.” You cleared your throat, “You’re staining the carpet.” You blinked, hoping it was all a dream.
“Clean it, woman.” He ordered, throwing the body as far as he could outside. You left, reaching the ground floor’s staff bathroom. You found some sort of bleach easily, grabbing a drenched mop as well. You came back, and with Sukuna already gone, you allowed a few tears to fall.
Sure, you had known him for years and years, but sometimes, you had to remember you are only human. You abraded the blood, tears mixing with the diluted bleach. A handkerchief was the most abrasive thing you could use on such a carpet, which is why you found it a pity that Sukuna stained it.
Loud footsteps rang in your ears. “Are you done?” Sukuna asked, you nodded, not daring to look him in the eyes. He scoffed, taking a few steps so as to be in front of you, to see you on your knees in front of him, a harsh and maybe unintended reminder of where you stood next to him.
Sukuna let his arm down, water dripping from his nails. His hand was bent, seemingly waiting for yours, “Do not make me tire myself with this.” He complained, watching you grab his hand and get up.
I know heaven's a thing, I go there when you touch me.
“I didn’t think the king of curses could tire himself out this easily.” You mumbled, and for the life of you, Sukuna pretended not to hear, covering it up with a loud yawn. “If you need me, I’ll be in the garden.” You announced, not waiting for a response.
You didn’t know why you felt what you felt towards Sukuna. Maybe it was because he was unlike other curses, he wasn’t as disorganised and messy, at least that’s what you hoped thought. Every barbarous act of his was a constant reminder that no matter how put together and respected Ryomen Sukuna might have been, he was a curse at heart and beyond.
You threw the mop and handkerchief, leaving them for his actual servants to clean before washing your crimson-stained hands. You made your way to your bedroom, changing your clothes, after all, you couldn’t stay in your pajamas all day. You didn’t put anything much different on, long satin dress covering your body nicely.
You picked a button-up sweater, not necessarily to match but to keep your upper body warm, as the autumn breeze started getting to you. You hurried to the porch swing Sukuna had added to his garden, nishikigoi entertaining you as they swam around the pond. You envied them, sometimes. They got to swim all day and be with eachother, while you had to play priest with Sukuna.
You sometimes wondered if he appreciated you, if he cared the way you did. Of course, those foolish hopes were turned down as soon as you remembered that it wasn’t a man you loved, it was a curse. A curse that made sure you were fed, healthy, and somewhat happy. A curse that would reveal some of his darkest secrets and thoughts with you, a curse that had a pond and a swing built just because you mentioned nishikigoi calmed you. So you were left pondering if curses truly couldn’t love.
You were once again met with Sukuna, this time, he wasn’t ripping anyone apart. His kimono was stained at the bottom, loose tie tempting you to take a peek at his godlike abdomen. Sukuna sat down next to you, not a word exchanged up until now.
“Do you remember why I built this?” He asked, much calmer than last night. You shrugged, “Because I told you I like kōhaku fish?” You asked, hands resting on your thigh.
Sukuna hummed in response, “Maybe you don’t care as much as you claimed you do.” He chuckled, you glared at him. “I remember everything.” Your voice shook. You didn’t know what Sukuna was up to, why was he paying so much attention to you these days?
“Why do you keep eyes on me at all times? You know, you almost caused my heart to stop last night.” You chuckled, more to yourself than to him. “I always keep eyes on you. You’re my most prized possession.” Sukuna replied. prized possession.
“My lord, are you suggesting I leave to teach you a lesson about keeping the tapestry clean?” Sukuna laughed, wholeheartedly. “I would rip your legs out.” He added, causing you to gulp loudly. Sukuna got up, “I’m assuming breakfast’s off the table.” He shrugged his shoulders, you followed in his steps.
“I would not mind lunch, sire.” You whispered, not lifting your head up as Sukuna shot you a glare. You followed him to the dining room, plates already full, next to eachother.
Sukuna’s thick brows hadn’t helped him when it came to looking irked and enraged constantly, however, it wasn’t as if he were trying to look content. “Are you..mad at me, my lord?” You asked quietly. Sukuna’s hands rested on the table, much heavier than yours. “What gives?” he raised an eyebrow.
“Nothing, just curiosity.” You took a sip of water. Sukuna flashed his teeth, sharper than fangs, “I’m not planning on killing you.” His lips curled into an inconspicuous smile. You choked, trying to play it off as a chuckle.
“Have you thought about our talk, last night?” You asked, lazily moving your spoon in the soup. “Hm?” Sukuna’s eye blinked, “Oh, yes.” He remembered your remark to him.
“Keep them closed for now, I believe I have found a contestant worthy enough.” He replied, bringing the bowl of soup to his mouth. Your heart dropped to your stomach, when did he even have time to find someone?
“You..you did, my lord? I’m so glad.” You smiled, trying to ignore the need to vomit in his face. If looks could kill, Sukuna would be a concept only by now. The rest of the lunch went by fine, with quiet remarks about the food being the only interactions shared.
After lunch, Sukuna claimed he has to take his afternoon nap, and that you’re free, so you can do whatever you’d like. You wouldn’t like much, except for hanging out with Sukuna for a little more. He raised an eyebrow, “Whatcha say, woman?” He rasped, “Speak louder, I can’t hear you.” Sukuna added.
You cleared your throat, trying to get the courage to ask him again. “My lord, I asked if I possibly could stay with you, while you..sleep.” You didn’t dare look him in the eyes. “Tsk.” Was Sukuna’s answer. You lifted your head, still not meeting eyes but having your curiosity get the best of you.
“Stupid mortal woman.” Sukuna scoffed, you stopped in your tracks, afraid of what he’d do next. “If all of your limbs are still intact, you should follow me.” He cleared his throat. You kept your composure, or at least tried, as you followed Sukuna into his bedroom.
When the two of you made it there, he took no time in changing his clothes. You squealed before looking away, eyes ending up stuck on his literature collection.
When you turned around, Sukuna’s body was covered by a flimsy pair of silk pants, kimono discarded somewhere in the room. You gulped, watching him beckon to the bed. You obeyed, sitting down next to his pillows.
Sukuna moved his head onto your lap, ignoring the way your breath hitched when he did. “My lord..” you started, however Sukuna was faster, as usual. “Do you fear me?” He asked, eyes not opening. You swallowed dryly, “Must I be honest?” You replied quietly, causing Sukuna to start whispering as well, “If you cherish your life.”.
“Yes, sometimes.” You replied, trying to avoid his eye which was open at all times. “Sometimes?” He asked, curious tone betraying his stoic persona. “I know you don’t want to cause me harm. That decreases my fright.” You explained, “If you had wanted me truly gone from this earth, I would have taken my last breath a long time ago.” You added.
Sukuna’s lips curled into a pleased smirk, “You adapt easily. You catch on easily, good.” He murmured. “I do not take responsibility for any kind of force I use on you while asleep.” Sukuna added jokingly, yet his tone was firm.
Your daring hands snaked to his hair, stroking away softly, making him remember why you are his most prized possession.
Sukuna’s breath softened, barely, but you could notice, and you were somewhat surprised at how that was possible. The king of curses, most feared and respected, scary Ryomen Sukuna having the softest breaths when he’s asleep?
You weren’t sure how much time had passed since Sukuna’s inert body was in your arms, yet one thing was certain: You weren’t far from his state of being. You were fighting to stay awake, trying to pretend his weight atop yours wasn’t making you tired. As if even in his unconscious state Sukuna read your mind, he pulled you down, tight grip forcing your body to obey the changes.
Now being even more in Sukuna’s proximity, you felt his scent even better. Musk and mint? The finest notes of vanilla and dragon’s blood? You never wanted to leave his arms. Even if it was truly indecent, the position caused your eyelids to feel incredibly heavy. You whispered an “I’m sorry” before dozing off, warm, muscular arms making you feel protected.
You weren’t aware of the time, or the place you were in. The moon was once again at its climax, light brushing your face. You blinked twice, trying to recall your surroundings. Sukuna was long gone, and based on the room’s layout, it was yours. You yawned before taking a sip of water and getting up.
You turned around to spot a white nightgown, not much shorter than the ones you owned, next to it was a matching robe, silk shining in the moonlight. Atop both was a note which read “Your mother no longer dictates your path. Do not disappoint yourself, do not disappoint me.” signed by the one and only Ryomen Sukuna, who added the date underneath his message.
You removed yourself of your clothes, cold breeze brushing past your exposed nipples. You draped yourself with the nightgown, scared of what Sukuna would do if he were to see you disobey. You grabbed your robe, leaving the room.
After a nap that long, you were surely doomed to stay up all night, running your daily errands. The confessional room was calling out to you like a forbidden fruit, handle glowing. There was no harm in completing your tasks there, was it?
Or so you thought. Closing the door behind you, Sukuna’s energy immediately triggered your senses. “My lord.” You whispered, turning around to spot him, eyes closed, waiting for you in the “confessional booth”.
You sighed quietly, following along. “What troubles you at this hour?” You asked softly, resting against the cold wall.
“You.” He grunted. You jolted back into your seat, “What is that supposed to mean?” Your tone was no longer shaken, yet you still couldn’t control the rage that lingered. “You’ve been disobedient lately. Mocking my authority, presumptuous behaviour which I cannot say I’m fond of. Who says you aren’t to try me anytime soon?” Sukuna glared at you through the holes inside the divider.
You jumped, staggered at his insolence. “Me?” Your entire body shook, standing up to Sukuna wasn’t a thing many did and lived to tell the tale. “I have been with you through thick and thin!” You spat out, watching as his tall figure followed your steps, bare chest greeting you through his loosely tied kimono.
“See? You aren’t apt for the job.” Sukuna rasped. You gasped, “I have put up with your nonsense for three long years. I have abandoned any wish of mine to serve you. You!” You felt your face heat up.
“I have put up with everything. I am the one who believed in your foolish idea of marriage and successors. You are a curse, Ryomen!” Your voice shook, his menacing stance was too much for you alone. “You can’t love, you can’t- can’t appreciate anything anyone does for you.” You could no longer conceal your tears, allowing them to run down your face.
“You trash on mortals yet your deepest desires are human. You wish to be like them, loved, respected.” You watched as Sukuna’s hand flew to your neck, choking every last breath of air you had.
“I do not wish. I am feared. I do not want anything more.” He growled, fingers pushing down your pulse. “Kill me, then.” You watched as the man you loved failed to inhibit his natural selection, you watched as he killed.
Sukuna lowered you, allowing your feet to reach the carpet once again. “Put me out of my misery, Ryomen. You’re the only one who can.” Your tears had reached your lips, salty taste staining your tongue.
“What is it that you wish for?” He asked, terrifying stance blocking the moonlight. “You.” You admitted, head lowering itself in front of the curse.
“Tch.” was Sukuna’s response, “You don’t know what you want, then.” He added, eyes never leaving yours. You laughed, more to yourself than to him, “Of course you’d say this, you don’t care, you can’t care.” You wiped your tears, turning around.
How foolish of you to think a man like him could ever love. Sukuna grabbed your wrist, “Do you really believe that?” He raised an eyebrow. You opened your mouth, ready to speak, “Or is that easier to swallow?” He interrupted.
Honey, hell is when I fight with you.
“It’s the truth.” You argued. “Is that why I rebuilt ever corner of this house after your desires?” Sukuna rejoindered, you furrowed your brows. “Your room,” he started, “It’s connected to mine, isn’t it? It’s the safety you requested before working here.” You nodded.
“Can you not see the forest from there? It has the best view out of every room.” Sukuna continued, not only could you see the forest but you could see your koi pond as well. “The kitchen, do I not always have your favourite berries and nuts?” Sukuna croaked, you were finally starting to connect everything. A pattern was slowly revealing itself to you.
“When have I built the swing in front of the pond? Was it not after your move?” He asked, albeit it was two days prior to you moving, Sukuna had built it for you.
“I…” you trailed off, in awe at everything he had done just for you. “You do care.” Your eyes brightened up. “You do love, you just choose not to love me.” Your thoughts moved faster than you wanted them to.
“I would bring you nothing but pain if I were to have you wedded to me.” Sukuna moved his staring eyes, clearing his throat. “I do not believe you.” You counterattacked, getting closer to Sukuna. “You know what I think? I think you’re scared.” You dared, if you were to look effronteous, so be it.
Sukuna scoffed, “I do not fear anything, woman.” He muttered through gritted teeth. You moved your hand to his jaw, cupping it gently. “Then let me love you, Ryomen. So what if you hurt me? If it’s not you, then someone else is going to hurt me. It’s ineluctable, yet I can choose who to hurt me, and I choose you.” You whispered, analysing his lingering eyes.
“You truly are a pain in the neck, woman.” Sukuna grumbled. “Would you rather me leave?” Your thumb moved, apprehensively brushing past his chin.
And you can't talk to me when I'm like this, daring you to leave me just so I can try and scare you
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” Sukuna clashed his lips against yours, taking you by surprise. You closed your eyes, hands resting on his chest. “Ryomen,” you sighed, confounded and flummoxed. Sukuna’s hands rested on your hips, fingers drawing circles on your waist. He rested his chin on your forehead, quietness befalling the room.
But we might just get away with it, religion's in your lips
“Can we do that again?” You whispered, causing him to chuckle ever so quietly. Sukuna lifted you up, forcing your legs to wrap around his torso. You hissed at the replacement, sounds getting muffled by Sukuna’s tongue. You whined into the kiss, hands wrapping themselves around his neck. Sukuna bit your lip, pushing you into the frail wall.
You gasped, nails clinging onto him so harshly, both of you were sure there’d be marks by tomorrow. You felt Sukuna press his growing bulge against your crying cunt.
“‘kuna,” you whined quietly, thumbs rubbing his nape. “Not my name.” He rasped, sinful tongue sliding over every mark he left on your neck. He pushed down the divider in one swift move, arms no longer controlling themselves.
One of Sukuna’s brawny hands supported your weight, while the other was doing god knows what. Sukuna finally looked at you again, eyes oscillating between yours and your now purple neck. “Has anyone ever told you how annoying you can be?” He groaned, free hand coming to brush your hair out of your face, for a second, he questioned what humane behaviour had gotten into him.
“You can be the first.” You replied, thumb grazing his bottom lip. Sukuna bit your finger, not hard enough to harm you, but enough to scare you. However, you didn’t pull away, “Bite if you feel the need to.” You whispered, pressing your soft flesh against his canines.
Sukuna was sure his heart skipped a beat, trying to pull himself out of the frenzy your words put him in. You removed your finger, the remaining saliva rubbing itself against his bottom lip. You pulled him into another kiss, nails scratching against his biceps. Sukuna rested your body atop the wood divider, eyes prowling your chest, barely covered by the soft material.
“Ryomen.” You called out, palm warming his cheek up. Sukuna looked up to see your loving eyes check him out, “What is it?” He raised an eyebrow. “Are you actually planning on fucking me here?” You asked, beckoning to the sharp wood at the bottom of the divider. “You’re gonna cut yourself.” Your free hand moved to his meaty thighs, fingers toying where they shouldn’t.
Sukuna chuckled lowly. “I presume a bed would be more appropriate.” his calloused fingers grabbed your waist again, bringing you back to your initial position.
Your hands never left his face, soft pecks covering his entire face. Sukun carried you to his bed, dark frame contrasting beautifully with his white sheets. “You’re beautiful.” You whispered, fingers grazing the faded scars around all of his eyes.
Sukuna’s cheeks gained the faintest of pinks, covering it up by hiding his face in your neck, fine bitemarks crossing your skin. Sukuna carefully placed you on the bed, softer than he thought a curse could be. You watched attentively as he took his kimono off, revealing his chiseled abdomen once again. You noticed the tiny wet patch on his grey boxers, taking pride in the fact it’s on you.
You pulled at his boxers, drooling at the sight in front of you. Sukuna slapped your hand away lightly, “Behave.” he ordered, removing his boxers in one swift motion.
Your mouth fell agape, not only was Sukuna standing proud at 10 inches, he wasn’t lacking in girth either. “Ryomen,” you whispered this time, fear overtaking your tone. Sukuna chuckled to himself, toying with your lacy underwear. “You can take it. You will take it.” He rasped, placing a kiss on your stomach before slowly removing your underwear, admiring the wet patch you’ve left for him.
Sukuna slapped his tip on your clit a few times before dragging the length all the way to your clenching hole. He groaned, forcing himself into you, “R-ryomen!” You wailed, feeling overwhelmed. Sukuna rubbed lazy circles on your thigh in an attempt to calm you down. You found his free hand, fingers intertwining as he bottomed out. Sukuna cursed under his breath, closing his eyes.
The feeling was overwhelming, tears gathering in your waterline, “Ryo’…you’re too big.” You whined, eyes rolling to the back of your head. Sukuna’s cock twitched at the nickname, sound and smell of sex filling up the room. Sukuna held your hand, fucking in and out of you at a mouth-watering pace, cockhead teasing your G-spot with every thrust.
You parted your lips, hand lowering itself to rub circles on your understimulated clit. Soon enough, the only words that’d leave your mouth were “Ryomen, please!” and “Right there!” as Sukuna did everything in his power to please you.
At this point, you were sure your weeping cunt was just an indent of his cock. “Ryo’ faster!” You moaned, biting your lip as Sukuna brushed past your sweet spot again. “Damn brat.” His voice shook, cock moving in and out of you deliciously. Sukuna’s breathing became irregular, much more erratic than usual.
You whined, hips rolling against his, palms sweaty against his. “‘kuna!” You cried out, Sukuna growled, trying to claim that’s ‘not his name’, yet all that came out was a loud grunt. His hands were now holding your thighs apart, cock forcing itself even deeper inside. Your wails could be heard from the other side of the house, any concept of decorum thrown out the window.
You tried to warn Sukuna you were close, but to your dismay only an amalgamation of noise came out of your mouth, clenching uncontrollably around his length. “G-gonna cum!” You managed to cry out, orgasm crashing into you like a wave. Your entire body shuddered, grasping at the sheets for some sort of support.
Sukuna groaned, feeling you spasm around him. “Don’t move.” He ordered, moves coming to a halt as he spilled his load into you, fucking it even deeper. “You’re mine.” he grunted, placing sloppy kisses all over your chest as the aftershocks caused him to cum again. “Forever.” You whispered, shaky breath coming down. Sukuna started moving his hips again, catching you by surprise.
“What’re you doing?” Your eyes widened, overstimulation causing you to squirm. Sukuna wiped the sweat off his forehead, “Getting you pregnant.” His smug tone made you feel stupid for even asking. Sukuna’s hand flew to your chest, groping your tits in a sad attempt to relax you. He moved one of your legs on his shoulder, catching you in a mean mating press.
“Don’t run.” he threatened, “You wanted this, remember?” He croaked, thrusts speeding again. You covered your mouth, thighs shaking, you nodded. “Good job.” Sukuna grunted, closing his eyes as he felt his second orgasm reach, delaying it until you were coming undone on his cock.
You clenched around him at the praise, moving his hand to your neck. “Like it when I’m being nice to you, don’t you, dove?” Sukuna teased, fingers pressing down on your pulse. You nodded vigorously, hand moving to your clit.
Sukuna noticed the way you clenched around him, assuming you were close again. “Are you going to cum again? Make me proud?” He asked. Sukuna was never the one to be a minx, yet here he was, teasing you like a whore.
You nodded fervently, begging him to go faster. “Tsk.” Sukuna replied, lifting your hips, change of angle making him reach even deeper inside you, “You don’t need faster, you need deeper, brat.” He corrected you, hips slamming against yours. At this point, all you could do was nod and drool as Sukuna fucked you dumb.
He chuckled, ego more inflated than ever. “Told you.” he groaned, the new angle didn't benefit you only. Sukuna watched as you came all over his cock, pornographic moan freeing itself from the deepest pits of your throat. “Fuck, Ryomen!” You whined, thighs shaking brutally as he nonchalantly fucked into you, trying to maintain his composure as if Sukuna himself wasn’t close to climaxing.
Sukuna pressed down on your tummy, making the bulge he created, disappear. “Look at that, dove. I’m stretching you out so good you can see me in your stomach.” Sukuna groaned, hands moving to yours.
He interlocked his fingers with yours, feeling his orgasm clash. Sukuna rutted into you, cock twitchy as he painted your walls white, cum dripping from you. Sukuna stayed in that position for 5 minutes, give or take, before throwing you into the bathtub, warm water tiring you out.
“What are you doing?” you asked quietly. Sukuna murmured something along the lines of “cleaning” before he left the bathroom. Your legs were still spasming, unaware of how worn out you were after tonight, not just physically, but mentally as well.
After what seemed to be an eternity, Sukuna came back. “I leave you alone for 15 minutes to clean the room and you fall asleep?” He chuckled tiredly. Sukuna rinsed you off before grabbing a towel and drying you out. A quiet moment had collapsed upon you two, mainly because of how exhausted the both of you were. “Are you…okay?” Sukuna asked quietly, bringing one of your black peignoir, matching panties already on you, thanks to him.
You nodded, “Tired. You?” you mumbled, half asleep in his clean sheets. “Ditto.” Sukuna replied, joining you in bed. Neither one of you knew what to do next, unfortunately, there were no books about pillow talk with evil incarnate. Sukuna pulled you into his arms, no words having to be exchanged.
You placed a kiss on his chest, nuzzling your head against his bare upper body. Sukuna scoffed, “Goodnight, Ryomen.” You managed to mumble before drifting off, and the king of curses wishes his heart wouldn’t skip a beat whenever he’d hear that, unfortunately for him, he was about to get a lifetime of it.
We'd still worship this love
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