Blinded by jealousy.Sukuna X fem.reader one-shot
Contains: unrequited love, one-sided love(Sukuna is in the one in love),forced marriage, jealousy,non-con touching,attempted non-con, intimacy,suggestive themes
You were forcefully taken away from your family,married the King of Curses.He fell for you the moment he saw you for the first time,but you held no sympathy towards him.And that's how,jealousy drove him insane...
You may read this story from your or your oc's perspective.Nothing happens to reader,though read this story with caution,if you're not comfortable.This one-shot is also published on ao3.
Sukuna threw you down onto the futon with a jolt, but fortunately you didn’t hit your head or back. You looked at him with utter terror, subconsciously realising what he wanted.
A burly figure with four arms loomed over you. His watchful red eyes scrutinised you like a predator’s, a dangerous fire blazing in them, and you realised with horror where this was heading.
Sukuna loomed over you like a beast over its prey, and a terrifying smile appeared on his face.
“I told you I’d punish you. Have you already forgotten?” The man seemed to be mocking you and your helplessness.
He straightened up slightly and undid the lacing on his hakama. Then the man leaned in very close to you. His hot breath tickled your lips unpleasantly, and the merciless gaze of his red eyes consumed you, slowly and cruelly.
“No!” you cried out hoarsely and pushed against his chest with both hands, trying to push him away. But it was in vain.
Sukuna let out a coarse laugh, which made the fine wrinkles around his eyes and cheekbones stand out even more.
“Do you think your pleas will stop me? Naive! Don’t be a fool.”
He began to pull your haori off and pressed a lustful kiss onto your neck, causing you to cry out.
Sukuna continued to strip you of your clothes with two hands whilst holding you in place with the other two, paying no heed to your pleas, moans and struggles.
His kisses showered your nearly naked body with heat. You watched his next moves with fear.
Sukuna, having finished with your clothes, gazed lustfully and spellbound at your body beneath him, which only intensified his drive towards ecstasy. Everything within him was ablaze. You alone had been in his thoughts and fantasies all this time. Your name on his lips sounded like the plea of a man lost in the desert, begging for water.
He could not hold back the flood of dreams of the pleasant warmth of your body beside him, of your kisses on his lips and body, of the sweet sounds, like a song, that would come from you as you plunged with him into this bliss of love, when he would finally show you just how tender and loving he could be, despite his aversion to his own body.
He saw your soul, incredibly beautiful, extraordinary, seemingly even otherworldly...
That warmth and kindness you bestowed upon those around you... Will you bestow it upon him in response to his tenderness, to his desire?
He shed the clothes unnecessary for the occasion, and now you were both naked, save for the underwear that covered your last remaining modesty.
He pressed his lips greedily to yours, savouring the moment to the full.
Sukuna kissed you for a long time, until you were both gasping for breath.
Then he moved lower, to your neck, where the veins pulsed so beautifully, causing him to bite into it with even greater force.
You wanted to cry out, but he silenced you with his rough, hot lips, and then moved on, his thoughts worshipping your body.
The man caressed you with his hands: he traced the curves of your shoulders, waist and hips. But this touch was more repulsive to you than filth.
He looked slowly into your eyes, but instead of his usual cruelty or mockery, you saw desire and supplication on his lips.
Your name sounded like something sacred, something meant only for his ears.
But he never crossed the line. Sukuna seemed to be preparing himself for that ecstasy he had been waiting for, that he wanted so much...
You looked at him helplessly, barely trembling, and looked down...
God, you’d be better off never seeing this!
You threw your head back and looked sadly at the wall beside you.
And for him, it was a sign to go further.
His burly figure towered over you and his equally large hand turned your face towards him.
The man kissed you once more—sucking you in as if for the last time—and you realised what was to come...
While he kissed you, his hands easily slipped off your underwear and he pressed his lips to the place where your heart lay.
You turned away, unable to watch what was about to be done to you.
And he, as if blind, continued to shower your body with his kisses.
And when he was finally ready to bite into that sweet fruit of ecstasy, Sukuna suddenly looked at you, expecting to see on your face the same desire that had tormented him all these past days, that reciprocity in love and trust.
But instead, he saw your calm, stony face with sad eyes, from which small, silent tears were flowing.
An unpleasant pain in your throat, from a stifled sob, only weakened you further, so your face rested on the futon, turned to one side.
Sukuna looked at you in confusion and buried his face in your neck once more, as if trying in this way to awaken at least a little pleasure in you...
But in vain. You gave in—peacefully and quietly. You no longer resisted and gave him the freedom to decide.
With a groan, he pushed himself up and stood, straightening to his full height. You looked at him in surprise, shyly keeping your eyes fixed on his face.
At first, your husband seemed very sad to you. Sadness clouded his disfigured face. But when he turned to you...
His anger frightened you even more.
“Get out of here,” Sukuna said quietly, glaring down at you with fury.
You slowly stood up, hesitantly picking up your clothes, when he shouted at you with all his might:
Sukuna didn’t know how to behave around you.
He thought that your love for him would just spring up on its own, as if on command.
He didn’t want this ecstasy to feel like a punishment to you. He simply didn’t know how not to be rough, even with you...
So he thought that by taking you by force, he would conquer your heart, your soul and your body...
Sukuna paid no heed to your attempts to free yourself from his grasp or your pleas. As if in a trance, he simply continued on his path to bliss.
Down below, everything was burning, but in his head there was a pleasant haze, from which you emerged before his eyes.
Your body, your eyes, your lips—a dream he had never known before!
And now it was all before him. He only had to take it...
His natural instinct drove him on, urging him to finally experience true ecstasy and pleasure. Until now, Sukuna had not known what love was. But when he first saw you in that garden, where you danced so beautifully... When he realised what you were...
He was drawn to the aura of your words, the lips with which you spoke them, your movements, your dance, your laughter and your gaze...
The thought of a wife first crossed his mind when he’d grown tired of everything around him. Sukuna wanted to amuse himself: to frighten, to impress and, in the end...
Dump her as soon as he got bored.
Everything to do with humanity, apart from wars, battles, power and strength, simply disgusted him. Those promises or oaths that people swear to keep—it’s all just hot air, nothing more. Words mean nothing. Loyalty can be bought.
Sukuna understood that he stood out from many not only for his superhuman strength, but also for his intellect and perceptiveness. This man cannot be deceived or outwitted: Sukuna is always one step ahead.
But you... So unpredictable—you intrigued him.
At first, when he saw you dancing, he thought it was rather foolish of you to be doing that when it was already dark and cold outside, and given that he was at home.
But your movements defied logic—and he was left, spellbound, watching and gazing at the dance and your face, turned towards the moon.
He realised who you were. You weren’t dressed in a servant’s clothes, and you certainly didn’t stand out for your submissiveness or monotony.
You were dancing. And Sukuna stood there, unable to tear his enchanted eyes away from your figure...
And so you won his heart.
As he savoured that fleeting moment, he suddenly spotted a bystander—a servant who, like him, could not take his eyes off you.
At night he was lonelier than ever, waiting for that moment when he would simply see your face in the morning, drinking in your aura.
Sukuna tried to understand what sort of person you were. By asking you questions that an ordinary person would hardly answer, this man realised that your heart was noble and full of curiosity.
Which only strengthened his desire to get closer to you.
But you were relentlessly modest, reserved, though polite.
And that was far from enough for him...
Sukuna imagined you together. How you would speak words of love directed at him, kiss him and simply talk to him, sharing his bed...
How you both desire each other, when your bodies are filled with heat and love, that connection into which lovers merge, that heat down below, butterflies in the stomach...
But then he himself destroyed it all. As always. He pushed you away to a place he himself could not reach. Your tears consumed Sukuna from within and burned worse than fire.
The moment he saw you, sad but calm, the man realised: this moment would be for him alone, not for both of you. There would be no warmth between you. You had no love for him then...
Sukuna sat in his chambers and looked with revulsion at the hands that had forced his beloved into this act.
He wanted to crawl out of his own skin. He was repulsive to himself.
Would you want to be with him after something like that? Or even just look each other in the eyes...
What a terrible mistake to think you could be loved by force! But he realised this too late...
His lust for your body had blinded his senses, and jealousy clouded his mind.
And so he sat there, staring at his still naked body, at the desire that still burned and ached within him, sending waves of pain right to his heart. His body begged to finally quench this call of nature, to press against your body, to shower it with kisses, to feel you as if he were you and you were him. Sukuna longed to touch you again, to tell you how dear you really were to him, to apologise for his rudeness, to show the tenderness of which he was capable and to give you ecstasy, so that you might simply enjoy these bonds of love, whispering his name whilst he whispers yours, as if they were the only words in the world...
Even an attentive, intelligent, experienced person will see nothing when they become a slave to love and the desire for the body...
And you... you went to the hot springs to wash away the burden and the sensation of Sukuna’s lips on your body.
To say you were frightened would be an understatement. You held your body under the stream of water, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look at it.
Suddenly, tears streamed from your eyes and you burst into tears, giving free rein to the cry that had lodged in your throat like a frog and was choking you.
Why? Why did he do that?! Did you really deserve this?
Even if you care so much about your friend, that doesn’t mean the price has to be him mocking you!
God... why is this so disgusting?!
Why does his touch feel so repulsive?
And suddenly, the tears stopped flowing from your eyes.
Does what happened between you mean anything now? How will he treat you from now on?
“Dad, Mum... take me away, I beg you...”, the words slipped out of your mouth involuntarily.
How will you be able to look him in the eyes? Talk to him? You feel sick...
Having finished washing, you got dressed, tying your hakama particularly tightly, and made your way to the room with careful, quiet steps.
You walked with particular caution, so as not to attract attention or accidentally bump into your husband...
His chambers, as you knew, had two exits: one through a dark corridor, the other not far from you...
God forbid he should come out of his room whilst you were in the corridors!
And as if to make matters worse, this exit was situated very close to your own room...
Imagine that, and you hadn’t even suspected it before!
You even knew which doors they were... Mineko had shown them to you in strict confidence.
So, as you walked past them, you froze when you saw that they were slightly ajar.
You tiptoed quietly up to the crack and tried to make out what was inside.
And what you saw there astonished you beyond words!
Sukuna was sitting on the very same futon where you had lain, naked and lost in thought. With one hand, he was covering the disfigured part of his face and squeezing it slightly: as if he wanted to tear it off. You heard a heavy sigh escape his lips and your name...
It seemed as though Sukuna regretted what he had done. Strange, for that man... You never thought he would ever reflect on his own actions.
What surprised you even more was how burly he used to be, and how small he seemed now...
Suddenly, he raised his head sharply and looked towards the door behind which you were standing...
In his gaze, you saw glimmers of hope... But you certainly weren’t keen on talking to him!
So you quietly scurried back to your room at breakneck speed and shut the door.
Adrenaline was pulsing through your veins and you didn’t know whether he’d dare come to you or not.
You decided to pretend to be asleep. Whatever the case, it was the best option, albeit rather childish and naive...
You rushed to your cool futon and covered yourself with a blanket, closing your eyes and listening for any sounds from outside.
You were startled by the sound of heavy footsteps, which grew louder and louder...
Until they stopped right outside your door.
And filled your room, making you shudder ever so slightly.
Sukuna—and it was definitely him—stopped right above you. He looked intently at you, ‘asleep’, and leaned closer.
God, but I’m asleep! Why are you here?!
That’s what you thought, keeping a perfectly calm face as he leaned closer.
So close that you could feel that hot breath on you again...
But you didn’t move a single muscle, even though you knew that was exactly what Sukuna was expecting...
The man, clearly unable to resist, gently touched your cheek, stroking it with his thumb...
“You sleep so beautifully,” he murmured in a low, hushed voice.
Why is he tormenting you?
“You can hardly hear me, but I’ll say it anyway: forgive me. I regret what I’ve done so much, like the worst of sinners...”
“I am the King of Curses, but before you I am a slave. And when I see your gaze turned towards that servant... Everything inside me boils,” he said viciously, but his anger was not directed at you.
"You cannot take it by force of love. I have realised this now, but it is too late. Know this: I would spare no effort for a single tender, warm word from you..."
A rough laugh rang out, but it was no longer mocking, only sorrowful.
"But you still do not hear me..."
After all that, is he hoping for something?
You don’t even know what to make of it all.
Sukuna leaned in, and his hot breath washed over you. You could just about feel his face close to yours...
His lips kissed the corner of yours chastely, even modestly, after which he stood up to his full height and left you alone, quietly closing the door behind him.
And how are you supposed to deal with this?
