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when you’re feeling too lazy to put on your lotion so you jokingly ask him to do it thinking he’ll turn you down but he’s on you so fast you think you dreamed it. hands smoothing down your calves and taking extra good care of your knees and lifting your legs and bending them so he can get the backs of your thighs and
edit: extra tangent- for my babykuna design, i have a headcanon that he used to scavenge throwaways materials (especially weapons) for blacksmith forge, since they are the only ones seeing use of his strength & at least paying him (however meager) for his labor. That’s how he learned a lot about weapons & how to use them.
The fire of the forge is similar to the one always burning within him, so he feels a certain sense of closeness to those places (Heian era is also when Japanese swords started having its current curved form, slashing attack is most associated with katana).
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ minors / ageless / blank blogs (dni) ↬･tags: dad sukuna x reader series; note - this story dives into some dark themes. I have added all tags + tw's to my ao3 and will specify for certain tags before each chapter.
PART 4: PET
↬ summary: Sukuna grips with the guilt from the past, while also trying to find out if someone is turning against him. tw: violence, cannibalism, master/pet
(Before)
The concubine moans at a pitch that makes your ears ring. Her voice elevates in tempo, her vowels stretching and arching to match the contortions of her body, “Yesyesyeees Lord Sukuna, I serve you, I serve you with my body, I serve you with my soul…”
You have to stop your eyes from rolling to the back of your head. If only the noble families knew how Hima Ongawa behaved behind closed doors. As the first born daughter to one of the major sorcerer families, Hima was sold in exchange for peace and her family’s survival. Her father placated Sukuna by working as a double agent, sharing details of army movements and where sorcerers may gather to fight off the curses. That was enough to keep Sukuna happy for a while, until Hima’s father grew a conscious and attempted to thwart him and retrieve his daughter in the process.
The Ongawa lineage now ends with her.
A deal with the devil offers no sanctuary. This is something you learned very early on growing up under the circumstances that you did. You’ve seen horns on mortal men before encountering this particular monster. It’s been a month since your arrival, and everyone has taken to calling you “pet”. They do not see the cursed object secured around your throat, a braided noose made up of twenty silk strings. Uruame strung it together themselves, binding you to the King of Curses who only lets you regain control upon his command. You haven’t addressed Sukuna since your arrival, since he made it perfectly clear that he would never touch you. The only reason you’re still breathing is from Uruame’s insistence. The King’s most loyal servant continues to beg their master to keep you alive because they require your information.
When Sukuna seems to grow sick of you, he discards you to his concubines. Most of them simply berate you or ignore you, but Hima is the only person who saw your value. You’ve been forced to spend time with her, are tasked to prepare her before she meets her Master and must clean her after he finishes using her. Hima had many, many questions for someone like you, wanting to give her every explicit detail on the art of seduction. When you would prepare her for Sukuna, your work on her only elevated her already stunning features. Your advice and guidance only improving her skills that Sukuna seems to already enjoy. Her midnight hair falls down in a pin straight waterfall against her spine, the length so long it almost touches the back of her knees. You can picture it now, how it cascades over her soft skin, can see the view that Sukuna takes in as he watches her dark eyes dilate and release under his ministrations.
But she gives you no credit to your contributions. Hima cares very little for you, using her position as Sukuna’s favored over you. “If you serve him, then you serve me,” she spat one evening, after she struck your cheek when you asked her why she couldn’t figure what to do to please her king. It was very clear from that moment that Hima’s status ranked higher than the rest of the concubines.
Her voice stretches and arches to mimic her movements. You can tell that her and Sukuna are getting close to the end of their time together. Standing in front of his room day after day meant learning aspects of his intimacy, like how his cocky dialogue dwindles into quiet, deep grunts and groans the closer he gets to his release. The sounds of bodies ebbing and flowing as rough crashing waves echoes behind the shoji. Sukuna never uses his bed, the frame might collapse from his weight alone with the way he moves. And yet, you can them both on the floor, the act wild and untamed. By the time it is over, you let out a soft exhale of relief. The muffled voices bleed as your blur out the conversation, uninterested in hearing this woman spill lie after lie from her lips. You know well enough how to manipulate men in the bedroom. You know the power one can hold when using their body. Her docile tone is a farcical to ensure that Sukuna keeps her his favored.
To ensure that she holds onto the only important status she has left.
“I made a mess of you,” Sukuna speaks candidly, his voice shifting closer to the door and making you tremble a little. “Ask the pet to wash you up, you did well for me today…”
“Thank you, My Lord…” she answers with approval.
When the shoji door slides open, you instantly take a step forward, not realizing how close you were to it. Hima walks out disheveled, her hair tangled into a bun on top of her head, her neck and inner thighs printed with purple marks. She laces herself in her robe as she walks past the threshold, snapping her fingers in your direction before spitting out, “come”.
You refuse to glance over your shoulder. You have no desire to see what your Master looks like after his sexual encounters. Yet, you can hear his body moving behind you, his presence making your cheeks sting. You immediately follow after Hima to avoid making the mistake of turning around.
You’ve stayed quiet this whole time, not uttering a single word. You only speak when spoken to, and a part of you is grateful that you aren’t exerting all your energy for Sukuna’s selfish pleasure. Having at least been able to sleep and eat somewhat reasonably, it gave you a chance to think about what is next. On the nights where you find yourself wound up, your mind races.
You can continue playing the role as pet until Sukuna has no more use of you. You know for a fact that the clock on your life is ticking while confined to this place. Alternatively, you can figure out a way to earn a position where you can garner a little influence. You are highly seasoned among all the concubines who serve under Sukuna, know that your services are worthy. The only difference is your ranking. If you can somehow catch the interest of the King of Curses, then maybe you might be able to get into contact with the only noble sorcerer who has ever tended to you with affection.
And if you can let Takeshi Zen’in know where you are, then he might be the only person who can save you from your doomed fate.
(Present)
Sitting underneath the shadow of a tree, you watch with a warm smile as Rai fans a fallen maple leaf to his face. You desperately need the peace and quiet today, especially since Sukuna has been taking his frustrations out on anyone who had the unfortunate circumstances of coming into contact with him. You decided to stay out of his path, unsure of why your master woke up in an exceptionally foul mood this morning. Instead of facing the wrath of the beast, you spent the day devoting every waking second to your child. However, your restless night was creeping up on you like a shadow. Even after you managed to close your eyes, your body nestled protectively against the King of Curses, you still felt the tension in your bones. A soft breeze kisses your cheek, almost lulling you into further sleep. Your eyes flutter for a moment, your attention still on your son who is starting to crush the leaf between his little fingers.
“Why are you sitting on the ground like that?”
Your body responds to the disgruntled tone by shooting upright, your eyes widening in surprise. The blood rushes to your head, making your heart pound furiously as your stomach flips with sudden adrenaline. Sukuna arches his brow, observing your flustered self trying to smooth down your robe and wipe the grass stains tinting your skin in flecks of green.
Your brows furrow. You almost fell asleep just now, in a vulnerable space where anyone could test your boundaries.
“Rai needed the fresh air,” you lie, attempting to get onto your feet but pausing when Sukuna lifts his hand to halt you.
“There’s no need for you to get up,” he states, a heavy sigh leaving him. His shoulders slump in defeat, and your concern lodges in your throat. He finds a seat right next to you, and leans his head back against the trunk.
“Is everything alright, my King?” You ask, subconsciously reaching one hand to cup his cheek in a gesture that comes to you naturally.
He doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t hesitate at your touch. You follow his attention down towards Rai, his contemplative eyes focused on your child. “You’re not sleeping,” he points out, as if to digest the piece of information thoughtfully, “because you think someone will harm him…”
Your hand falls to your lap. The other moving to rub your heavy lids. “Someone was in my room. I saw a shadow over his crib, I can’t…” you whisper, but its a calm day and your voice carries across the distance. Rai makes a sound as if to insert himself in the discussion, as if to diffuse the unease with his tender voice.
“But you shouldn’t be scared if you’re by my side”
You can’t help but admire the details of his handsome face. His jaw sits in a firm position, the line down the bridge of his nose regal and sleek. You know that he’s right, but your instincts tell you something else. There’s a snake within the palace halls, a cunning one that you can’t seem to hunt down. You breathe out through your nose, trying to even out your nerves. “I know I shouldn’t,” you admit in a low voice. “But awful things have happened to me the moment I let my guard down. It’s different with Rai…”
The two of you are looking at Rai now. The child crawls onto his father’s legs, curling his body over Sukuna’s large calf. Sukuna picks up one leg, gently carrying Rai who makes a squeaking sound, and lowers him back onto the ground. “I swore to you that anyone who laid their hands on you would never touch you again. I kept my promise…”
Your cheeks burn at the reminder.
Sukuna repeats the action of lifting his leg. “Do you really think my vow has changed?” He questions, his voice softening, melting into a layer of gold that mimics the warmth of the light around you. Rai tries to pull himself over Sukuna’s legs. A sign that reveals how he doesn’t grow and develop like human children.
You feel yourself shrinking into the ground. “Does it…bother you?” You ask, your eyes flickering towards his face. Your lips part slightly, only noticing a hint of disappointment resting on the expression of the Cursed King.
He turns to gaze in your direction, his eyes pale with uncertainty. He reaches for you, bringing his large palm to cup your cheek in return.“You’ve been outside for too long. You’re warm…”
Your heart quakes, trembling at the thought that Sukuna can see the secret that has been finding shelter in your heart.
“Yes, we were out for quite some time…” you answer back, breathless and so aware of his touch.
Your master doesn’t stop his inspection there, and little tingles spark along your spine as he uses his knuckles to trace your jaw with his thumb, then moves to hold your neck. His thumb is resting against your pulse point, stroking the smooth flesh of your sensitive skin. He inches his face closer, tilting your chin towards him with his finger as he finally cradles your affection in his grasp.
“Your heart is beating very fast right now,” he murmurs, and Rai coos for attention.
Your eyes dip to his mouth, your tongue begging for a taste.
“Well, you startled me earlier…” you insist.
Sukuna bridges the gap of space, just enough for his lips to hover above your own without actually touching you. “That wasn’t hard considering you were close to sleep when I found you…”
You bring one hand to rest on his thigh to hold yourself in support. “Forgive me for not paying attention…” you sigh in sweet regret. The demure tone prompting the beast’s mouth to tick in a slightly upward grin.
“There’s nothing to forgive, brat,” Sukuna reassures, pecking you on the mouth. He parts his lips to deepen the kiss, but halts as his eyes draw to the narrow gap separating both your bodies.
Rai has managed to wedge between the intimate moment, reaching his hand out to grab onto Sukuna’s robe.
“Pest,” Sukuna grumbles, but picks up his son.
Regardless of what he says about the boy, you know that your Master rarely ever denies him.
The disappointment squeezes around your heart, only to dissipate when you feel another arm curl behind your waist and tug you even closer into Sukuna’s frame. A silence dances between the three of you for only a few seconds, which stretch out longer than you anticipate before Sukuna breaks it abruptly. “You’re not alone this time. You have me. I need you to rely on that. I need to ensure that you rest when necessary,” he instructs, the hand by your waist pinching into your flesh cautiously. “Uruame told me how necessary it is for you to remain at ease, your body is going through…adjustments…”
His words blanket you with a weight that you’ve never known. A part of you wants to push away from the embrace, to catch a breath and ease the sudden dizzy spill that spins the trees around you. Yet, you remain a stone, unable to even lift a limb. Your eyes glaze over in a thin sheen, but you blink back the sudden wet tears, denying them a chance to fall.
No one has ever offered you this.
“Your apprehension indicates that there are enemies within my own palace. I cannot snuff them out in one night. So, I’ve banished all servants and concubines to the western hall. The eastern hall will be ours from sunset onwards. The curses can petrol the palace at night. And you, brat, can get some actual sleep…”
It takes over you then, the heaviness of this declaration, the sincerity in this monster’s words. The subtle consideration that Sukuna is offering you feels both foreign and familiar. He’s done it before, countless time overs…but with a mask of aggression, passion or the use of his sheer power.
But this, this is new.
Nothing stops you from pressing your lips to his cheek, leaving an endearing kiss as a mark of your gratitude. When you pull away, Sukuna’s eyes widen with surprise, but he doesn’t flinch.
“I’m eternally grateful, my King,” you answer, dissolving into his compassion, refusing to consider any ramifications for how your actions might reflect on you. Your cheek falls to his shoulder, and with your attention now returning to Rai, you don’t see the pain that befalls the cursed King.
You owe me nothing, brat, he thinks, I’m the one who is indebted to you.
“Please! Please! Spare my life! I know nothing about the concubine. She’s just a whore-!”
Sukuna slashes the servant’s neck, the blood spurts out and drowns him, turning his corpse into a crimson lake. The King yanks his head clean off the spine, bringing it to his mouth where he then bites down onto the cheek. He chews at the flesh, then tosses the head out into the distance. He kicks the kneeling body so it drops, before turning to look at Uruame who stares at the monster with disapproval.
“What?” Sukuna growls.
“Calling a concubine a whore is not a reason for execution,” they insist, before clicking their tongue and averting their gaze. “He was our only lead…”
Sukuna wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “He’s rotten,” he spits, “he tastes like shit.”
Uruame sighs, and carefully walks towards the dead body thats now staining the gravel. “I noticed he left the palace twice in the last two weeks. Snuck out into the forest before returning. I followed his tracks but it only led to the logging sight. Though, I don’t understand what a palace servant would be doing out there chopping for wood…”
“He wasn’t chopping for wood,” Sukuna sighs through gritted teeth.
He thinks about the three concubines and two servants sitting in the cellar, torture imminent for them all. It’s one thing to be threatened by those bordering him, but when the threats seep into the walls of his own home, that unnerves Sukuna to no end. He can’t comprehend which of his pitiful human pets he chose to keep felt stupid enough to rise against him. Or where they found their bold courage to do so.
“Lord Sukuna, anyone who betrays your trust won’t be able to last long within the palace. As it is, our human prisoners are already turning on each other. People accusing one another, people swearing their loyalty…it’s pathetic watching them all scramble around like frightened rats really…” Uruame informs, but they seem apathetic about the situation overall. “Eventually they will lead us to the roach, unless the roach reveals itself first…”
Sukuna is still staring at the corpse. The word whore burns in the back of his mind. The flesh of this man is rancid on his tongue. The mouth on his stomach grimaces, making a gagging sound that refuses to leave his throat.
How often did he call you that?
How often did he look at you with disgust?
How often did he state that he would never touch you for what you were?
His eyes blur, blending the corpse into a singular object. He shakes his head and turns on his heel, avoiding the sharp look from Uruame.
“Kōkai saki ni tatazu…” Uruame states.
Sukuna pauses.
“You cannot wallow over the regret,” his loyal servant doubles down. “Your favored is now yours. She resides by your side. She has given you a son…let the past go…”
The King’s shoulders slump. Though Uruame reveres him to know end, they are the only ones who acknowledge that Sukuna wasn’t born into this world a curse. A nightmare he has grown to be, but his conception is human nonetheless. Uruame doesn’t add more to their statement. They knows the message is clear to their King. Instead, Uruame turns on their heel and departs, leaving Sukuna to simmer with the proverb.
Regret does not come first.
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idk, idk
thinking about villain!nanami eating you out while you insist that you hate him, that you can't stand him. but you're so weak under his tongue, thighs quivering and pussy dripping. fingers tangled between his blonde hair, tugging so hard in an attempt to pull away but your hips buck to deny you. you whimper, and nanami can't help but laugh against your cunt. amused by the fact that you're all just talk.
idk, idk
thinking about villain!nanami eating you out while you insist that you hate him, that you can't stand him. but you're so weak under his tongue, thighs quivering and pussy dripping. fingers tangled between his blonde hair, tugging so hard in an attempt to pull away but your hips buck to deny you. you whimper, and nanami can't help but laugh against your cunt. amused by the fact that you're all just talk.
in such an angstyyy mood its making it hard for me to write anything romantic and cute. kinda wanna share more about villain!nanami before I dive back into ex-husband nanami....
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ minors / ageless / blank blogs (dni) ↬･tags: dad sukuna x reader series; note - this story dives into some dark themes. I have added all tags + tw's to my ao3 and will specify for certain tags before each chapter.
PART 4: PET
↬ summary: Sukuna grips with the guilt from the past, while also trying to find out if someone is turning against him. tw: violence, cannibalism, master/pet
(Before)
The concubine moans at a pitch that makes your ears ring. Her voice elevates in tempo, her vowels stretching and arching to match the contortions of her body, “Yesyesyeees Lord Sukuna, I serve you, I serve you with my body, I serve you with my soul…”
You have to stop your eyes from rolling to the back of your head. If only the noble families knew how Hima Ongawa behaved behind closed doors. As the first born daughter to one of the major sorcerer families, Hima was sold in exchange for peace and her family’s survival. Her father placated Sukuna by working as a double agent, sharing details of army movements and where sorcerers may gather to fight off the curses. That was enough to keep Sukuna happy for a while, until Hima’s father grew a conscious and attempted to thwart him and retrieve his daughter in the process.
The Ongawa lineage now ends with her.
A deal with the devil offers no sanctuary. This is something you learned very early on growing up under the circumstances that you did. You’ve seen horns on mortal men before encountering this particular monster. It’s been a month since your arrival, and everyone has taken to calling you “pet”. They do not see the cursed object secured around your throat, a braided noose made up of twenty silk strings. Uruame strung it together themselves, binding you to the King of Curses who only lets you regain control upon his command. You haven’t addressed Sukuna since your arrival, since he made it perfectly clear that he would never touch you. The only reason you’re still breathing is from Uruame’s insistence. The King’s most loyal servant continues to beg their master to keep you alive because they require your information.
When Sukuna seems to grow sick of you, he discards you to his concubines. Most of them simply berate you or ignore you, but Hima is the only person who saw your value. You’ve been forced to spend time with her, are tasked to prepare her before she meets her Master and must clean her after he finishes using her. Hima had many, many questions for someone like you, wanting to give her every explicit detail on the art of seduction. When you would prepare her for Sukuna, your work on her only elevated her already stunning features. Your advice and guidance only improving her skills that Sukuna seems to already enjoy. Her midnight hair falls down in a pin straight waterfall against her spine, the length so long it almost touches the back of her knees. You can picture it now, how it cascades over her soft skin, can see the view that Sukuna takes in as he watches her dark eyes dilate and release under his ministrations.
But she gives you no credit to your contributions. Hima cares very little for you, using her position as Sukuna’s favored over you. “If you serve him, then you serve me,” she spat one evening, after she struck your cheek when you asked her why she couldn’t figure what to do to please her king. It was very clear from that moment that Hima’s status ranked higher than the rest of the concubines.
Her voice stretches and arches to mimic her movements. You can tell that her and Sukuna are getting close to the end of their time together. Standing in front of his room day after day meant learning aspects of his intimacy, like how his cocky dialogue dwindles into quiet, deep grunts and groans the closer he gets to his release. The sounds of bodies ebbing and flowing as rough crashing waves echoes behind the shoji. Sukuna never uses his bed, the frame might collapse from his weight alone with the way he moves. And yet, you can them both on the floor, the act wild and untamed. By the time it is over, you let out a soft exhale of relief. The muffled voices bleed as your blur out the conversation, uninterested in hearing this woman spill lie after lie from her lips. You know well enough how to manipulate men in the bedroom. You know the power one can hold when using their body. Her docile tone is a farcical to ensure that Sukuna keeps her his favored.
To ensure that she holds onto the only important status she has left.
“I made a mess of you,” Sukuna speaks candidly, his voice shifting closer to the door and making you tremble a little. “Ask the pet to wash you up, you did well for me today…”
“Thank you, My Lord…” she answers with approval.
When the shoji door slides open, you instantly take a step forward, not realizing how close you were to it. Hima walks out disheveled, her hair tangled into a bun on top of her head, her neck and inner thighs printed with purple marks. She laces herself in her robe as she walks past the threshold, snapping her fingers in your direction before spitting out, “come”.
You refuse to glance over your shoulder. You have no desire to see what your Master looks like after his sexual encounters. Yet, you can hear his body moving behind you, his presence making your cheeks sting. You immediately follow after Hima to avoid making the mistake of turning around.
You’ve stayed quiet this whole time, not uttering a single word. You only speak when spoken to, and a part of you is grateful that you aren’t exerting all your energy for Sukuna’s selfish pleasure. Having at least been able to sleep and eat somewhat reasonably, it gave you a chance to think about what is next. On the nights where you find yourself wound up, your mind races.
You can continue playing the role as pet until Sukuna has no more use of you. You know for a fact that the clock on your life is ticking while confined to this place. Alternatively, you can figure out a way to earn a position where you can garner a little influence. You are highly seasoned among all the concubines who serve under Sukuna, know that your services are worthy. The only difference is your ranking. If you can somehow catch the interest of the King of Curses, then maybe you might be able to get into contact with the only noble sorcerer who has ever tended to you with affection.
And if you can let Takeshi Zen’in know where you are, then he might be the only person who can save you from your doomed fate.
(Present)
Sitting underneath the shadow of a tree, you watch with a warm smile as Rai fans a fallen maple leaf to his face. You desperately need the peace and quiet today, especially since Sukuna has been taking his frustrations out on anyone who had the unfortunate circumstances of coming into contact with him. You decided to stay out of his path, unsure of why your master woke up in an exceptionally foul mood this morning. Instead of facing the wrath of the beast, you spent the day devoting every waking second to your child. However, your restless night was creeping up on you like a shadow. Even after you managed to close your eyes, your body nestled protectively against the King of Curses, you still felt the tension in your bones. A soft breeze kisses your cheek, almost lulling you into further sleep. Your eyes flutter for a moment, your attention still on your son who is starting to crush the leaf between his little fingers.
“Why are you sitting on the ground like that?”
Your body responds to the disgruntled tone by shooting upright, your eyes widening in surprise. The blood rushes to your head, making your heart pound furiously as your stomach flips with sudden adrenaline. Sukuna arches his brow, observing your flustered self trying to smooth down your robe and wipe the grass stains tinting your skin in flecks of green.
Your brows furrow. You almost fell asleep just now, in a vulnerable space where anyone could test your boundaries.
“Rai needed the fresh air,” you lie, attempting to get onto your feet but pausing when Sukuna lifts his hand to halt you.
“There’s no need for you to get up,” he states, a heavy sigh leaving him. His shoulders slump in defeat, and your concern lodges in your throat. He finds a seat right next to you, and leans his head back against the trunk.
“Is everything alright, my King?” You ask, subconsciously reaching one hand to cup his cheek in a gesture that comes to you naturally.
He doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t hesitate at your touch. You follow his attention down towards Rai, his contemplative eyes focused on your child. “You’re not sleeping,” he points out, as if to digest the piece of information thoughtfully, “because you think someone will harm him…”
Your hand falls to your lap. The other moving to rub your heavy lids. “Someone was in my room. I saw a shadow over his crib, I can’t…” you whisper, but its a calm day and your voice carries across the distance. Rai makes a sound as if to insert himself in the discussion, as if to diffuse the unease with his tender voice.
“But you shouldn’t be scared if you’re by my side”
You can’t help but admire the details of his handsome face. His jaw sits in a firm position, the line down the bridge of his nose regal and sleek. You know that he’s right, but your instincts tell you something else. There’s a snake within the palace halls, a cunning one that you can’t seem to hunt down. You breathe out through your nose, trying to even out your nerves. “I know I shouldn’t,” you admit in a low voice. “But awful things have happened to me the moment I let my guard down. It’s different with Rai…”
The two of you are looking at Rai now. The child crawls onto his father’s legs, curling his body over Sukuna’s large calf. Sukuna picks up one leg, gently carrying Rai who makes a squeaking sound, and lowers him back onto the ground. “I swore to you that anyone who laid their hands on you would never touch you again. I kept my promise…”
Your cheeks burn at the reminder.
Sukuna repeats the action of lifting his leg. “Do you really think my vow has changed?” He questions, his voice softening, melting into a layer of gold that mimics the warmth of the light around you. Rai tries to pull himself over Sukuna’s legs. A sign that reveals how he doesn’t grow and develop like human children.
You feel yourself shrinking into the ground. “Does it…bother you?” You ask, your eyes flickering towards his face. Your lips part slightly, only noticing a hint of disappointment resting on the expression of the Cursed King.
He turns to gaze in your direction, his eyes pale with uncertainty. He reaches for you, bringing his large palm to cup your cheek in return.“You’ve been outside for too long. You’re warm…”
Your heart quakes, trembling at the thought that Sukuna can see the secret that has been finding shelter in your heart.
“Yes, we were out for quite some time…” you answer back, breathless and so aware of his touch.
Your master doesn’t stop his inspection there, and little tingles spark along your spine as he uses his knuckles to trace your jaw with his thumb, then moves to hold your neck. His thumb is resting against your pulse point, stroking the smooth flesh of your sensitive skin. He inches his face closer, tilting your chin towards him with his finger as he finally cradles your affection in his grasp.
“Your heart is beating very fast right now,” he murmurs, and Rai coos for attention.
Your eyes dip to his mouth, your tongue begging for a taste.
“Well, you startled me earlier…” you insist.
Sukuna bridges the gap of space, just enough for his lips to hover above your own without actually touching you. “That wasn’t hard considering you were close to sleep when I found you…”
You bring one hand to rest on his thigh to hold yourself in support. “Forgive me for not paying attention…” you sigh in sweet regret. The demure tone prompting the beast’s mouth to tick in a slightly upward grin.
“There’s nothing to forgive, brat,” Sukuna reassures, pecking you on the mouth. He parts his lips to deepen the kiss, but halts as his eyes draw to the narrow gap separating both your bodies.
Rai has managed to wedge between the intimate moment, reaching his hand out to grab onto Sukuna’s robe.
“Pest,” Sukuna grumbles, but picks up his son.
Regardless of what he says about the boy, you know that your Master rarely ever denies him.
The disappointment squeezes around your heart, only to dissipate when you feel another arm curl behind your waist and tug you even closer into Sukuna’s frame. A silence dances between the three of you for only a few seconds, which stretch out longer than you anticipate before Sukuna breaks it abruptly. “You’re not alone this time. You have me. I need you to rely on that. I need to ensure that you rest when necessary,” he instructs, the hand by your waist pinching into your flesh cautiously. “Uruame told me how necessary it is for you to remain at ease, your body is going through…adjustments…”
His words blanket you with a weight that you’ve never known. A part of you wants to push away from the embrace, to catch a breath and ease the sudden dizzy spill that spins the trees around you. Yet, you remain a stone, unable to even lift a limb. Your eyes glaze over in a thin sheen, but you blink back the sudden wet tears, denying them a chance to fall.
No one has ever offered you this.
“Your apprehension indicates that there are enemies within my own palace. I cannot snuff them out in one night. So, I’ve banished all servants and concubines to the western hall. The eastern hall will be ours from sunset onwards. The curses can petrol the palace at night. And you, brat, can get some actual sleep…”
It takes over you then, the heaviness of this declaration, the sincerity in this monster’s words. The subtle consideration that Sukuna is offering you feels both foreign and familiar. He’s done it before, countless time overs…but with a mask of aggression, passion or the use of his sheer power.
But this, this is new.
Nothing stops you from pressing your lips to his cheek, leaving an endearing kiss as a mark of your gratitude. When you pull away, Sukuna’s eyes widen with surprise, but he doesn’t flinch.
“I’m eternally grateful, my King,” you answer, dissolving into his compassion, refusing to consider any ramifications for how your actions might reflect on you. Your cheek falls to his shoulder, and with your attention now returning to Rai, you don’t see the pain that befalls the cursed King.
You owe me nothing, brat, he thinks, I’m the one who is indebted to you.
“Please! Please! Spare my life! I know nothing about the concubine. She’s just a whore-!”
Sukuna slashes the servant’s neck, the blood spurts out and drowns him, turning his corpse into a crimson lake. The King yanks his head clean off the spine, bringing it to his mouth where he then bites down onto the cheek. He chews at the flesh, then tosses the head out into the distance. He kicks the kneeling body so it drops, before turning to look at Uruame who stares at the monster with disapproval.
“What?” Sukuna growls.
“Calling a concubine a whore is not a reason for execution,” they insist, before clicking their tongue and averting their gaze. “He was our only lead…”
Sukuna wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “He’s rotten,” he spits, “he tastes like shit.”
Uruame sighs, and carefully walks towards the dead body thats now staining the gravel. “I noticed he left the palace twice in the last two weeks. Snuck out into the forest before returning. I followed his tracks but it only led to the logging sight. Though, I don’t understand what a palace servant would be doing out there chopping for wood…”
“He wasn’t chopping for wood,” Sukuna sighs through gritted teeth.
He thinks about the three concubines and two servants sitting in the cellar, torture imminent for them all. It’s one thing to be threatened by those bordering him, but when the threats seep into the walls of his own home, that unnerves Sukuna to no end. He can’t comprehend which of his pitiful human pets he chose to keep felt stupid enough to rise against him. Or where they found their bold courage to do so.
“Lord Sukuna, anyone who betrays your trust won’t be able to last long within the palace. As it is, our human prisoners are already turning on each other. People accusing one another, people swearing their loyalty…it’s pathetic watching them all scramble around like frightened rats really…” Uruame informs, but they seem apathetic about the situation overall. “Eventually they will lead us to the roach, unless the roach reveals itself first…”
Sukuna is still staring at the corpse. The word whore burns in the back of his mind. The flesh of this man is rancid on his tongue. The mouth on his stomach grimaces, making a gagging sound that refuses to leave his throat.
How often did he call you that?
How often did he look at you with disgust?
How often did he state that he would never touch you for what you were?
His eyes blur, blending the corpse into a singular object. He shakes his head and turns on his heel, avoiding the sharp look from Uruame.
“Kōkai saki ni tatazu…” Uruame states.
Sukuna pauses.
“You cannot wallow over the regret,” his loyal servant doubles down. “Your favored is now yours. She resides by your side. She has given you a son…let the past go…”
The King’s shoulders slump. Though Uruame reveres him to know end, they are the only ones who acknowledge that Sukuna wasn’t born into this world a curse. A nightmare he has grown to be, but his conception is human nonetheless. Uruame doesn’t add more to their statement. They knows the message is clear to their King. Instead, Uruame turns on their heel and departs, leaving Sukuna to simmer with the proverb.
Regret does not come first.
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the thing about sukuna is that he’s an extremely selfish lover in the sense that it’s all about what gets him off during sex. you’re just very luckily that he happens to get off on eating pussy and making you come until you literally pass out
