Sukuna x Reader
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Two Faces, One bad boy prt. 24
Sukuna groaned, rubbing a hand over his face as his mind filled with questions that refused to leave him alone.
“I need a fucking cigarette.”
He muttered, pushing back from the table and heading toward a quieter corner of the park where the noise dulled.
From their spot at the food court, his crew noticed. They weren’t used to seeing him like this.
For the first time in a long time, Sukuna seemed… soft. And Sukuna was never soft. Not unless it came to you—and now, unexpectedly, this seemed to involve you too.
“Boss seems to like his kid.”
Ryota commented, sipping his soda, eyes still following Sukuna’s back.
“Yep…he’s all confused now, for sure.”
Kana said, leaning back in his chair, still watching the boss disappear behind a row of food stalls.
Renji, hunched over his phone, was deep into a game when his ringtone broke through. Shinji’s name flashed on the screen. Without looking at anyone, he stood, answering as he walked a few steps away from the table.
Toshi gave him a side glance, which Masaki caught.
“You guys still not good?”
Masaki asked quietly.
Toshi scoffed, resting his elbow on the table and picking at the label of his drink.
“Not until he admits to what he knows.”
Renji sucked his teeth half in annoyance, half because something was stuck there before answering.
“Whatt up?”
“Fuck, Renj—boss is asking about the missing case yesterday.”
Shinji said quickly, his voice low and tense. You could hear the sound of him pacing, the shuffle of feet against gravel.
Renji stopped mid-step, brow furrowing.
“What the hell did you say?”
He turned, glancing back at the crew.
“Nothing—I fucking panicked, man.”
There was a short laugh on the line, shaky and humorless.
“Fuck me…I know he’s onto me.”
Renji pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Chill out, man. It wasn’t just us—it was Mr. Hiroshi’s request. So don’t sweat it if it goes down.”
On the other end, Shinji blew out a heavy breath, like he’d been holding it the whole time.
“You’re right…you’re right. I’m just pretty pissed about this whole thing."
Shinji muttered, leaning back against the wall, one hand rubbing the back of his neck.
"Can’t believe no one said a word about it. Even you."
Renji glanced at him from the corner of his eye, shoving his phone into his pocket.
"It's Toshi fault. His the one who knew about it and never said anything."
Shinji’s brows shot up, his arms falling from his chest.
"Wait—Toshi?"
His hand hovered mid-air like he was catching invisible words.
"Hell yeah."
Renji said, making a sharp flick with his wrist like tossing the thought away.
"And now he’s asking why we didn’t know about it?"
Shinji scoffed, looking off to the side and scratching his jaw.
"Fuck him."
Renji smirked faintly, taking a slow drag from his cigarette before answering.
"Exactly. Fuck him, right?"
Shinji nodded once, shoving his hands deep into his pockets.
"Damn right."
Renji gave a short, humorless chuckle—but the sound died the second Sukuna’s shadow passes by him.
Sukuna didn’t spare them a glance, just walked past toward the table, the faint smell of smoke following him.
"Fuck I gotta go. Make sure Mr Hiroshi knows about this."
Masaki, halfway through a drink, lifted his head up immediately.
Sukuna took one last drag, exhaled slow, then crushed the cigarette right onto the metal table edge with a sharp hiss.
"Where are they?"
"Headed south, probably going to the Ferris wheel since it’s the afternoon."
Kana replied, leaning back in her chair.
"Pack up then. Let’s head back."
Sukuna shoved both hands into his pockets, turning without another word.
The crew sat there for a beat, glancing at each other like they’d just been told to stop a job halfway.
Even Masaki raised a brow.
Ryota and Kana exchanged a quick look—they didn’t need to say it aloud. They both knew their boss was off his game after meeting his own son.
One by one, chairs scraped back. They fell in line behind him, no questions asked.
Sukuna led his crew through the thinning midday crowd, the distant sound of children’s laughter and carnival music following them. He didn’t look back once, but his mind wasn’t on the street ahead—it was still replaying the boy’s small face.
Across the fairground, you were already queuing at the Ferris wheel. Jae Hwa went first, expertly lifting Kaishi onto her hip before stepping inside the swaying gondola.
You held Ryoichi’s hand, guiding him forward while Kyoshi followed close behind. As you moved to step in, a warm, steady grip caught your other hand—Nanami, standing beside you, offering support.
"Watch your step."
He said with a small smile. You returned it, then carefully stepped into the seat. Nanami slid in beside you as the gondola door shut and the Ferris wheel began to rise.
From across the small space, Jae Hwa smirked knowingly, her chin resting lightly on Kaishi’s head. She didn’t say a word, but the glint in her eyes said enough—she had noticed Nanami’s subtle touch, and she could tell you had too.
You glanced at him from the corner of your eye—he wasn’t shy about keeping close anymore, his arm brushing against yours as if it were natural. Nanami, who was once careful to keep a polite distance, seemed to have quietly decided there was no point hiding his affections.
"Look! We’re so high up!"
Kyoshi called, eyes wide at the sweeping view. Nanami’s hand stayed firm on his shoulder, making sure the boy didn’t lean too far.
Ryoichi shifted onto your lap, his little hands gripping your arm, his body tense from the height.
You placed both of your arms across the front of his chest like you were the seatbelt and Ryoichi held on to you.
Kaishi, safe in Jae Hwa’s arms across from you, pointed down toward the fairgrounds.
"Oh, oh! That’s the maze, Aunty Jae Hwa!"
Jae Hwa giggled, nuzzling her nose against his cheek.
"Yes, yes, very good. I like the sound of ‘Aunty Jae Hwa.’"
The gondola swayed gently as the Ferris wheel climbed higher, the fairgrounds below shrinking into a patchwork of colors and movement. The sun caught on the glass, warming the small space.
Without warning, the ride jolted to a pause.
The sudden halt made the cabin shake just enough that the small ball in your lap slipped, rolling toward the side. You instinctively grabbed it, your breath catching from the surprise.
Nanami noticed instantly. His arm moved behind you, his palm resting just over your shoulder in a steadying gesture. The warmth of his hand and the subtle pressure anchored you, and for a moment, you found yourself turning toward him.
Your eyes met.
The gap between you wasn’t much at all—close enough that you could feel the faint stir of his breath. For one suspended heartbeat, it almost felt like the air between you was leaning forward.
Then, just as quickly, you looked away, and so did he. Both of you cleared your throats at the same time, the sound breaking the tension that had quietly formed.
Across from you, Jae Hwa’s smirk deepened. She caught the faint, almost noticeable pink dusting Nanami’s cheeks, her eyes gleaming with silent amusement.
The evening air carried the faint scent of candied nuts and cooling pavement, the buzz of the amusement park fading into a gentle hum behind you. Lanterns strung along the main street glowed in warm shades of amber and gold, casting a soft, dreamy light over the path.
Shops were shuttering for the night, their neon signs flickering once before going dark, leaving only the quiet crunch of your footsteps and the rhythmic sway of the Ferris wheel in the distance. Crickets sang in the hedges lining the walkway, their voices blending with the soft whisper of the summer breeze.
Jae Hwa walked ahead with Kaishi nestled against her shoulder, his cheek squished into her collarbone, tiny breaths warm and even. Ryoichi was curled against your side, his small arms loosely around your neck, while Kyoshi rested in Nanami’s arms, his head tucked under the man’s chin.
Nanami’s gaze stayed forward, but his mind wasn’t on the path ahead.
It had been years since he’d allowed himself to look at someone like this—quietly, without armor, without a plan. You weren’t supposed to matter this much. And yet here you were, walking beside him, your laughter from earlier still lingering in his head.
He told himself not to—told himself you had enough on your shoulders without adding him to it. But the truth was, the moment he saw you holding Ryoichi earlier in the day, something in him cracked. He realized he’d been drifting for years, never really allowing himself to pursue anyone…until you.
At first, the slight bump against your shoulder was innocent enough, a mistake you thought nothing of.
The second time, you noticed it lingered just a fraction longer.
The third time, his fingers grazed yours—once, twice—and your pulse skipped.
Then his hand slid into yours.
You froze instinctively, unsure what to do with the sudden heat blooming in your chest.
You never thought this would happen again.
After the chaos, after the heartbreak, after becoming a mother—you had quietly accepted that romance was no longer part of your life. That it would be just you and your boys, your little world of three, against everything else...or atleast when Sukuna came.
But he never did.
Men didn’t look twice at women with responsibilities like yours, and you had stopped expecting them to. Yet here was Nanami, steady and calm, making you feel as if someone might want you—not despite your children, but because they were a part of you.
Nanami’s grip was warm, steady, unhurried—as if telling you he wasn’t going anywhere.
And slowly, you allowed your fingers to wrap into his, fitting into the space he’d made for them.
Your eyes peeked at your intertwined fingers and glanced at Nanami who smiled at you softly before looking ahead.
Jae Hwa remained oblivious, humming faintly as she adjusted Kaishi in her arms.
Behind her, you and Nanami walked in step, your joined hands hidden in the shelter of the shadows, saying nothing.
The hallway of the hotel was warm and faintly perfumed with fresh linen and faint traces of perfume from guests passing by.
Your joined hands lingered just a second too long before you let go, fingers slipping free under the excuse of adjusting Ryoichi higher against your arm. His sleepy head pressed into your shoulder, his little breath puffing against your collarbone.
Around you, the hallway was alive with the quiet chaos of families returning from the same day you’d had—children trailing colorful Dino Park balloons, cheeks still smeared with face paint that was starting to crack, parents balancing souvenir bags. Laughter echoed faintly off the carpeted walls, a soft reminder of the day’s earlier energy.
Inside the elevator, the mirrored walls caught your reflection—Ryoichi tucked against you, Nanami holding Kyoshi with a secure, practiced grip, and Jae Hwa still cradling Kaishi.
It was almost domestic.
Jae Hwa tilted her head towards you.
“Are we having dinner together?”
You gave a small nod.
“We should do takeouts. The kids might wake up hungry.”
Nanami agreed quietly, glancing down at Ryoichi’s small hand clutching your blouse.
“Will it be okay for everyone to head to my room? It’s near the elevator—easier for everyone to rest.”
Jae Hwa yawned, shifting Kaishi in her arms.
“Yeah, no problem.”
The elevator chimed at the 17th floor. Nanami slid the keycard through the reader, the green light blinking before the door opened. The room was simple and warm, lamplight spilling across the beige carpet. All three children were gently laid on the wide bed, their little bodies sinking into the plush comforter.
Jae Hwa rolled her shoulders.
“I’ll do the Ordering. I'm craving for some Japanese food.”
You glanced at your boys’ rumpled shirts.
“I should get them some comfortable clothes. If they wake up in these, they’ll be cranky.”
You reached into your bag for your own keycard.
Nanami looked at you for a second longer than necessary.
“You should get changed too.”
You gave a small smile, neither confirming nor denying, before stepping out into the hall.
As soon as the door clicked shut behind you, Jae Hwa’s head swiveled toward him, her smirk blooming slow and mischievous.
“You two are starting to look like a mom and dad, you know that?”
Nanami’s jaw shifted, but his silence said more than words ever could.
You walked toward your room, slowly humming the tune you’d last heard drifting from the park. The day’s warmth still lingered in your chest, and your mind wandered to something simple—what clothes the triplets would wear when they woke.
You pressed the keycard to the lock. The door clicked open, and you slipped inside, removing your shoes. Behind you, the door shut automatically with a soft mechanical hum, sealing the quiet around you.
As you passed the small kitchen, it hit—
A smoky vanilla scent curling through the air.
The same scent that had clung stubbornly to Ryoichi at the park. The same scent you’d caught in fleeting moments all day.
Your steps slowed.
From the corner of your eye, the city’s neon glow spilled through the window, casting long shadows across the room. In the middle of it, a lone figure sat in a chair, back turned, facing the view.
Your heart stuttered.
All the signs suddenly slid into place—too late.
You scrunched your nose, disappointment burning hot in your chest. You’d ignored the signs, and now they’d caught up with you.
Thats why you knew this scent...you’d lived in it once. It belonged to a man you had lingered with far too long.
The chair creaked as Sukuna turned it slowly, his red eyes catching in the dark like embers.
“You took your sweet time coming back here.”
A thin shiver crawled up the length of your spine, uninvited and unstoppable, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. Your throat tightened, the air catching mid-breath, forcing you to swallow hard just to keep breathing normally.
You didn’t move.
Not even to breathe.
The sound of his deep husky voice blocked every sense of your body.
The feeling of disappointment in yourself was heavier than the weight of his stare—you couldn’t even turn to face him fully. Your fingers twitched against your side, but your body refused to obey.
The air in the room felt wrong.
Thick, like invisible smoke curling into your lungs, slowing your heartbeat but making it pound louder in your ears all at once. Outside, the city’s lights flickered in distant patterns, but inside, the shadows seemed to cling to the walls, holding their breath along with you.
The hum of the mini-fridge was suddenly deafening.
Even the carpet beneath your feet felt like it was anchoring you in place.
“Are you not happy to see me?”
Sukuna’s voice cut through the stillness, low and deliberate, each word a hook that caught against your skin.
He caught up to you.
He caught up to you the moment you thought everything was over.
When you thought you’d finally stepped out from the reach of his shadow.
When you dared to believe a new chapter was opening—one that didn’t have his name written anywhere in it.
The bitter truth hit harder than the fear you’d been wrong. And now, he was here, sitting in your room like he’d been waiting for you all his life.
Sukuna didn’t move from the single seater, one arm draped over the armrest, his posture deceptively relaxed. But his jaw worked slowly, the tendons in his neck taut. His cigarette sat half-burnt between his fingers, smoke curling upward like it was trying to escape before he did something reckless.
Inside his head, there was no calm—only an unrelenting, boiling sensation he couldn’t name. It wasn’t just anger. Anger was easy to understand, easy to use. This was different. This was the raw, splintering realization that someone he thought loved him—loved him enough to come back—had instead chosen to disappear.
His red eyes didn’t blink, didn’t soften, didn’t let you look away.
He wanted answers, but even more than that, he wanted to understand how the hell you could walk away and live like he never existed.
And still, his voice came out low, deliberate, holding back a volume that wanted to tear through the air.
“You always this quiet, or is it just me?”
Silence. Heavy. Suffocating. Your throat felt locked, like even if you tried, no sound would come out.
You were too surprised—too shocked—to see him inside the one place you never thought he could be. You had counted on distance, on anonymity, on the impossibility of him ever finding you.
But you underestimated him.
He was sneakier than you remembered.
Calculated. Patient.
He really lives up to his reputation.
The chair creaked when he finally stood. His footsteps were slow but heavy, echoing against the walls of the dim room. Before you could bring yourself to turn toward him, you felt his hand wrap around your neck—not tight enough to choke, but enough to make your pulse spike and your breath hitch.
Your hands instinctively rose, but instead of clawing or prying at his fingers, they hovered at his wrist, a light touch as if you were trying to reason with the pressure instead of fight it. Your chest expanded shallowly, pulling in what little air you could without making it obvious you were desperate for it.
His impatience bled through every movement.
“You're not going to say anything?”
His voice was sharper now, each word laced with growing aggression.
You barely had time to inhale before he shoved you back against the wall. The impact sent a dull rattle through the picture frames and light fixtures, the sound of clattering decorations filling the silence he refused to let you hide behind.
It hurt...but you didn’t thrash. You didn’t kick. Every part of you wanted to scream to breath but to make that happen it meant not pushing him further.
Judging the red glow in his eyes. It wasn't a good time to provoke or ride his wave. You forced your body to stay still, eyes steady, refusing to let panic show.
Sukuna, ever impatient tilted your head to the side, angling it so the faint light from the city poured across your face. His gaze locked on the shimmer building in your eyes, tears threatening to fall.
It didn’t make him pity you—no, Sukuna didn’t do pity. But for a fleeting second, he remembered. Those nights when life chewed you up and spit you out, and you’d come to him with the same desperate eyes, silently begging for comfort.
That memory didn’t soften him. If anything, it made him scoff.
“You have the audacity to fucking cry.”
He said, his voice dripping venom.
“When you lied to me? Why the hell would you run away from me? Why me?”
His grip on your neck tightened, the burn in your throat spread slow, like heat seeping into every nerve, but you forced your body to stay still, eyes steady, refusing to let panic show.
But the pressure enough to make your pulse race with fear.
“I-I’m sorry...”
Your voice cracked, trembling out making Sukuna scoff.
The apology only stoked the fire in his chest. He released you with a sharp shove, and you dropped to your knees, coughing, your hands bracing on the carpet to keep from collapsing entirely.
“You apologizing is not enough to cut it.”
He growled, teeth clenched. He took a step closer, towering over you like a shadow swallowing the light.
“Why did you hide from me? And don’t think...that I don’t know about the kids.”
Your stomach plummeted at his words.
The kids.
He knew.
Of course he knew—this was Sukuna.
The man who could make entire rooms fall silent with just a look. The man who always had people digging, watching, tracking. The man you once thought would never need to hunt you.
You’d been naive to think you could vanish with them, to think you could outrun his reach.
He wasn’t just faster—he was smarter.
And scarier now than you remembered.
Sukuna crouched in front of you, one knee on the floor, his hand bracing on his thigh as he leaned in close.
His shadow devoured you, the scent of that smokey vanilla filling your lungs until you almost choked on it.
“I’ll ask you one more time.”
He said low, each word deliberate and sharp.
“Why. Did. You. Hide?”
Your throat felt like sandpaper, every swallow scratching against the weight of his stare.
You opened your mouth once, then closed it. What could you even say? That you were scared? That you didn’t trust him? That the world you’d been in with him was one that would’ve swallowed your children whole?
“I—”
Your voice cracked, small, pathetic even to your own ears.
“I had to protect them.”
His jaw ticked.
“From me?”
You couldn’t answer. Not because you didn’t have one, but because you knew if you said yes, it would be the same as throwing gasoline on a lit match.
Sukuna’s face didn’t change, but you could feel the storm in him, the heat of it pressing into your skin.
“You think you get to decide that?”
He asked, voice a slow, dangerous curl.
“You think you can disappear, build a whole life without me, and I’ll just…let you?”
He leaned closer until his forehead almost brushed yours.
“I looked for you every damn day. Every lead, every whisper, I chased it. And when I found nothing, I kept looking. Do you know what that does to a man?”
You shook your head, your tears finally breaking free, hot streaks sliding down your cheeks.
“It makes him worse.”
He said, and his hand shot out, gripping your jaw this time, forcing your gaze to lock with his.
“So if you’re going to tell me to my face you don't want me in your life anymore… do it now. Otherwise—”
He paused, eyes narrowing.
“—you and I are going to settle this my way.”
The silence between you was suffocating, a taut wire ready to snap.
His grip on your jaw was firm, unrelenting, and his eyes were dark enough to swallow you whole.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
The sound was sharp in the quiet, almost too normal for the chaos swirling in your chest.
Sukuna’s head turned slightly toward the door, but his hand didn’t leave you.
“Y/N, you good? The take outs arrived!”
Jae Hwas cheerful tone came through, unaware of the storm waiting behind the door.
Your stomach twisted.
Sukuna’s eyes flicked back to you.
“Answer it.”
He murmured, low enough that it wasn’t meant for whoever stood outside.
“Wipe your fucking tears.”
Sukuna stood up and casually leaned against the space behind the door, arms crossed, his presence like a loaded weapon just out of sight.
“Go.”
He murmured, jerking his chin toward the sound of the knocking.
You swallowed hard, your legs heavy as you stepped forward. You could feel his eyes burning into your back, and the faint creak of the floorboards told you he’d followed—close enough that if you tried anything, he’d stop you.
You cracked the door open.
Jae Hwa’s concerned face appeared immediately, her gaze flicking over your features.
“You okay? You look a little…puffy.”
She said, squinting past you into the darkened room.
“Y-yeah, I’m fine.”
You stammered.
“I was just…reminiscing. I-I need some time to… process what happened today.”
Jae Hwa’s brows knitted and thought it was when Ryoichi got lost.
“Aw…do you need company?”
She asked gently, tilting her head.
You shook your head quickly.
“No. Just some me-time would be enough.”
Jae Hwa pouted but relented.
“Alright… but make sure you hurry up, ‘cause the food might get cold.”
She gave a small teasing smile.
“Yeah…I’ll be right there.”
You murmured.
She lingered for another heartbeat, eyes still carrying that worried glint, before finally turning and walking down the hall.
The moment she was out of sight, the door slowly movies to shut, Sukuna’s hand pushing it until it was fully closed.
“Where were we?”
His voice, low and dangerous, broke the silence.
You barely had time to back away before Sukuna was already closing the distance. His frame eclipsed the faint city light spilling through the window, the shadows swallowing you whole.
The air back into being thick, heavy, charged.
You opened your mouth, but no words came out.
He stepped in, close enough that the heat of his body brushed against yours. One of his hands found its way to your jaw, tilting your face toward the faint sliver of light. His thumb brushed the tear stains, almost gently, before curling under your chin.
“Still got those eyes.”
He muttered.
“The ones that used to look for me in the dark.”
You didn’t answer. You couldn’t.
Then the softness vanished. His grip tightened just enough to remind you who had the power here.
“You really thought you could start over without me?”
Your heart pounded.
“It's not—”
“Shut up.”
He cut in, his tone flat but laced with heat.
“You had the chance to tell me everything. And instead, you hid…and you lied.”
You tried to step back, but every inch he took forced you further away from the door. The more you backed up, the more your pulse spiked—until the back of your leg brushed the edge of the bed.
Your knees bent instinctively, and you sank down into the mattress. Sukuna followed without hesitation, planting his hands on either side of you, his body caging you in completely.
The scent of his cologne was overwhelming now, the smokey vanilla wrapping around you like chains. His red eyes bored into you from above, the city lights outlining the sharp cut of his jaw.
“You’re not leaving.”
He said, low and final.
“...not until I get the answer I want.”
Your breath caught when he leaned closer, the bed dipping under his weight. His face was just inches from yours now, his shadow swallowing every inch of light that dared touch you.
“The kids...”
You could feel the subtle rise and fall of his chest, slow but deliberate, like he was holding himself back from doing something far worse.
“I know they’re mine.”
Sukuna said flatly, no hesitation, no question in his voice—just cold certainty.
“Every single one of them has me in their blood.”
Your stomach dropped.
His mouth twisted into a smirk, and he let his gaze drag over you in a way that made your skin burn.
“You did good, I’ll give you that.”
He murmured, his tone dripping with mockery.
“Raising them on your own. Keeping them hidden. Playing house like I wouldn’t notice.”
He tilted his head, eyes narrowing with a cruel kind of amusement.
“You even fooled yourself for a while, didn’t you? Thought you could pull it off… thought you could keep them from me.”
His words slithered into you like poison, and you found yourself gripping the edge of the bed without realizing it.
Sukuna chuckled low, the sound dangerous.
“Good job, sweetheart. Really.”
He moved forward until there was nowhere left for you to go. The mattress dipped further under his weight, his knees bracketing your hips, his arms caging you in. You could feel the heat radiating off him, the dark energy in the air thick enough to choke on.
Sukuna’s eyes swept over you slowly, deliberately, like he was cataloging every inch. The smirk on his lips deepened.
“You’ve grown.”
He said, his voice low, almost amused.
“Not just in here—”
He tapped his fingers against your temple.
“—but everywhere.”
His gaze lingered down your frame without shame.
“You’ve matured… filled out.”
He added, his tone dripping with something between mockery and hunger.
“Your body…it’s different now. Stronger. Softer in the right places.”
One of his hands moved from the bed to lightly trace your jaw, his thumb brushing over your cheek as his eyes bore into yours.
“Guess raising our~ kids made you into a woman, huh?”
You swallowed hard, trying to keep your breathing steady, but he was fully above you now—towering, unyielding, his shadow and scent engulfing you.
Sukuna started with a slow, deliberate brush of his nose against your skin, dragging it along the curve of your neck. His breath was warm, and the faint inhale was almost too quiet to catch, yet you felt it—like he was committing your scent to memory, reacquainting himself with what was his.
Only after that moment of familiarity did his lips press to your neck. Then his lips followed, pressing to your neck in a way that was almost gentle at first—just enough to lull you into that fleeting softness before his teeth sank in, sharp and deliberate.
The bite wasn’t hard enough to break skin, but it was enough to make your pulse stutter, to remind you that he could if he wanted to. It was claiming—it was possessive, like he had every right to do it.
His mood had shifted, the earlier rage bleeding into something heavier, more dangerous. The way his eyes had raked over you moments ago had lit a different fire in him. He wasn’t trying to break you with words now—he was looking to burn that anger out in another way entirely.
You knew exactly where this was going. And you weren’t ready for it. Not here. Not now. Not like this.
Summoning what remained of your composure, you met his gaze head-on, trying to dig out the part of you that had led Goryeo, that ruled the district—the leader.
“Sukuna- no!”
You ordered, your voice steady even though your heart was pounding. But your strength was nothing against his.
Sukuna lifted his head slowly, his hand snaking up to grip your neck, firm enough to control your every movement. He forced you to face him, his red eyes locking onto yours with a predator’s focus.
“You...didn’t let anyone touch you while I wasn’t there… right?”
Before you could even form a word, Sukuna crushed his mouth against yours. His hands shot forward, capturing both of your wrists and held it in one unyielding grip, forcing them to the side of the bed as he loomed over you.
The kiss wasn’t gentle—nothing about it pretended to be. It was the same as his bites...rough, possessive, a claim stamped into you with every movement. You tried to turn your head, to deny him, but the sharp nip of his teeth at your lower lip made you gasp in pain.
That was all the opening he needed.
His tongue pushed past your defenses, tasting, exploring, devouring every corner of your mouth like it belonged to him alone.
The kiss was deep, greedy, and unrelenting. He didn’t give you a second to breathe, didn’t care for your gasp of air—only pressing harder, taking more.
Your feet began to kick faintly against the bed in instinctive struggle, but his weight above you made escape impossible. Every ounce of his presence pinned you in place, the air between you thick with heat and the simmering remnants of his earlier rage.
He finally pulled back, just enough for you to gasp hard for air. The first breath burned as it rushed into your lungs, your chest heaving, head spinning from the lack of it.
Sukuna’s gaze drank it in—the flushed cheeks, the parted lips, the way your eyes couldn’t focus for a second. He loved the sight of your desperation, and it showed in the slow curl of his mouth. Biting down on his lower lip, he let out a low hiss, his eyes never leaving yours.
Sukuna sets your hands free knowing you've lost all that strength and straddled over you. His muscular thighs on each side of your hips.
The way he loomed above, the shadow of his frame swallowing you whole, felt less like a lover’s advance and more like a predator claiming a long-awaited meal.
“You’ve been busy…”
His voice was low, almost a purr, but it carried the same sharp edge as a blade. His grip on your wrists tightened just enough to remind you you weren’t going anywhere.
“New life… new friends… new lies.”
His eyes dragged over your face, down your neck, lingering like he was reading every change in you.
“And yet,”
He murmured, leaning in until his lips nearly brushed yours.
“Your body still answers to me.”
The words felt less like a statement and more like a sentence—one you couldn’t escape. His free hand slid to your waist, fingers curling possessively, testing the shape of you as if confirming all the ways you’d grown without him.
He tilted his head slightly, that predatory glint never fading.
“You’ve matured but…”
muttered, voice dipping lower.
“Don’t think for a second you’ve outgrown me.”
Before you could speak, his mouth was on you again.
The feeling was slowly building up drawing you deeper into his hold as his lips trailed lower...the heat of his mouth burning against your skin as his hands roamed with deliberate intent.
Every flick of his fingers, every teasing graze sent jolts through you, making it impossible to keep your body still. You tried to fight it—tried to pull away but your strength was nothing against his commanding presence.
A low growl escaped him when your body flinched, and he pressed closer, biting down harder on the sensitive skin of your ears.
The sting made you gasp involuntarily, and he smirked against you, as if he thrived on every tiny surrender.
Your hands clawed at his shoulders, trying to push him back, but it was useless.
“You hear yourself?”
He murmured, his voice rough, almost predatory, against your ear.
“Those...are the answer I want to hear...”
Your pulse raced, your mind caught between resistance and the overwhelming sensation of him, and no matter how much you tried, your body betrayed you—answering every teasing touch as though it had no will of its own.
Sukuna’s hand slid slowly to the hem of your dress, the touch deliberate, teasing, as if he were savoring every second of anticipation. His fingers lingered for a heartbeat before slipping beneath the fabric, tracing along the curve of your thighs with an ease that made your knees quiver.
He rubbed and squeezed possessively, his knuckles pressing just enough to bump against the sensitive middle, drawing a sharp, involuntary gasp from you. Your body flinched and arched toward him despite every desperate thought to push him away, betraying you in the most delicious way.
A low, dark chuckle escaped his throat.
“You can’t help it…can you?”
He murmured, voice rough, almost predatory. His hand didn’t stop, moving with slow, agonizing precision, teasing you with the knowledge that he was in complete control of every shiver, every gasp, every inch of your response.
Your hands clawed at him again, weak and futile.
He lifted your dress from below, but you pressed your hands against it, shaking your head.
“P-please… Sukuna, it’s… not the time.”
He doeasnt listen, his fingers grazing your skin before he slipped the dress off anyway, holding you in place with ease. The fabric fell, and instinctively you pressed your hands against your chest as the bra came with the dress.
“Please!”
You begged again, your voice shaky.
“Come on, princess…”
He murmured, and your heart jolted. That nickname the one you hadn’t heard in years hit a nerve, flooding memories of years spent under his twisted, magnetic presence.
“Just…let me see you.”
For a heartbeat, there was a shift. The rough, aggressive Sukuna softened, and his lips brushed yours in a gentle, almost tender kiss.
It was him—the old Sukuna, the one whose voice could make your chest tighten without any force.
You froze, surprised by the softness, the unexpected tenderness, and yet your body still betrayed you. Even as you felt the warmth of his lips, his hands were moving roughly over you, possessing, controlling, and claiming, a dangerous contradiction between gentle words and demanding touch.
And slowly, almost painfully, it started to click in your mind. The harshness, the impatience, the teasing aggression—it wasn’t just hunger or lust.
It was a demand for something deeper, something that had always been buried under his ego and his need to control. He wanted…comfort. Connection. A closeness he rarely let himself admit, even to you.
Even in the past. He had always craved for it... physically.
Your chest tightened as the realization sank in.
This was him asking for it in the only way he knew how—wrapping it in possessiveness and biting insistence. Each rough touch, every impatient movement, every low growl of his voice was a warped kind of pleading, a desperate craving for reassurance that he never allowed himself to voice.
His hands gripped your hips now, steadying you, as if anchoring himself to you while he tried to let that buried need breathe through the storm of his aggression.
Her breath hitched as the realization settled like fire in her chest. She knew, finally, exactly what she had to do. Softly, almost in a whisper, she muttered his name.
"Sukuna..."
The effect was immediate. Sukuna froze, his hands pausing mid-motion. The tone, the softness of her voice, made the beast inside him falter, like a storm suddenly stilled by the gentlest hand. His eyes lifted, dark and searching, to hers.
Without hesitation, she cupped his face with both hands, her palms pressing against the sides of his cheeks, thumbs brushing lightly over the sharp lines of his jaw. She leaned in, bridging the small distance between them, and pressed her lips to his in a soft, longing kiss.
It wasn’t aggressive. It wasn’t demanding. It was hers—
assuring, grounding, telling him she was here, and she wouldn’t let go. Her fingers threaded through his undercut, brushing teasingly along his scalp, then gripped the back of his pink-streaked hair in a subtle pull that somehow made him still. Somehow made him calm.
Sukuna responded instinctively, but carefully this time, his usual roughness tempered by the warmth of her touch. His hands softened on her sides, fingers tracing lightly over her waist, and then, in one swift motion, he lifted her onto his lap.
The kiss deepened, turning passionate yet tender. His muscular arms wrapped around her, holding her as if he couldn’t let go, as if he needed the grounding, the reassurance that she was there. Her soft persistence melted the remaining edge of his impatience, leaving only the raw, consuming connection between them—two bodies, two wills, finding comfort and fire in one another simultaneously.
The world had quieted, leaving only the sound of their breathing mingling in the darkened room. Something had shifted between them—an unspoken event, a surrender to trust and desire—and now they were lying together on the bed, tangled in each other’s warmth. Sukuna, softer than he had been moments ago, rested his gaze on you. His red orbs glowed faintly in the dark, painting your features in a warm, eerie light. You returned the stare in silence, your bodies close, hearts beating in quiet rhythm.
His thumb brushed gently along your jaw, a tender, grounding motion that contrasted sharply with the fire of before.
“I’m sorry I left you without a word…”
You began, voice trembling as you searched for the right way to explain.
“After…after what happened with Gojo, that was the moment I knew I was pregnant. It scared me. I didn’t know what to do. The last thing I heard was that I was leverage, and I… I felt I had to protect myself. Even though I wasn’t ready, I tried to protect the life inside me.”
You lifted your hand to your cheek, pressing it softly against his, before leaning in to kiss the palm of the hand that had just caressed your face with so much care.
“I’m really sorry, that I hurt you this bad.”
You whispered.
Sukuna didn’t reply with words. Instead, he drew you closer, pressing his lips to yours once more—soft, meaningful, full of understanding. The intensity of the moment was gone, replaced by something heavier, something real. He now knew your truth, your decisions, your fears.
And it wasn't long before a new heat, sensual and demanding came. His hands roamed again, wondering if you could handle another round of him.
But before anything could escalate further, a sharp knock cut through the tension.
“Y/N? Are you… still awake?”
You froze, heart lurching.
The voice of Nanami brought an immediate wave of panic—you remembered the triplets at his place.
Hastily, you scrambled off the bed, grabbing whatever clothes were strewn on the floor, and rushed to the door, opening it just enough to peek through.
“Hey, uhm you're still up.”
Nanami said, his apologetic smile easing some of your nerves.
“Y-yeah… sorry I haven’t gone back. A-are the triplets okay?”
You asked, unease twisting in your chest as you imagined Sukuna glaring daggers at the door behind you.
“They’re sleeping soundly...”
Nanami replied.
“Jae Hwa told me about your break down, and I was wondering if you…needed—”
His sentence cut off abruptly.
A taller shadow moved behind you, and the door opened just slightly more, revealing Sukuna.
The dim light fell across him, showing the top half of his bare torso, half-wrapped in a blanket, his imposing figure framed in the doorway almost tall enough to reach the ceiling.
Nanami blinked in surprise but didn’t falter.
Sukuna’s gaze locked onto him, sharp and predatory, like he could devour him in a single moment. Yet Nanami met his stare with calm logic and composure.
The resemblance to the triplets—his facial features, his eyes, the harsh markings—made the identity painfully clear to Nanami, and he handled it with grace.
You, on the other hand, could only bury your face in your palm, mortified that Nanami had to see Sukuna like this. You hissed, holding the door.
“I—I’ll explain about this tomorrow…”
Nanami adjusted his glasses, giving you a nod, still holding you in respect.
“Of course. I’ll look after the kids in the meantime. You can take your time.”
With that, he bowed slightly—a formality, yet deliberate and left.
Sukuna watched him go before closing the door behind himself, the soft click reverberating in the small hallway.
“Why did you do that? Couldn’t you have just waited or stayed in bed?”
You asked, annoyance flaring as he sauntered back to the bed and plopped down like he owned the space.
His smirk grew, a hint of mischief in his red eyes.
“You’re wearing my shirt. He would’ve noticed either way.”
Your eyes fell to the half-open zipped hoodie you had hastily pulled on. Muttering a curse under your breath, you tugged it closed, cheeks flushing as Sukuna’s smirk widened, clearly amused by your reaction.
The morning light filtered softly through the curtains of your apartment, painting the living room in muted gold. Across from you, seated stiffly on the couch, were Jae Hwa and Nanami. The tension in the room was palpable, though Jae Hwa’s attempt at humor tried to cut through it.
“Well, that explains why you ran away, right?”
She said awkwardly, glancing at you.
“I didn’t know you liked… bad boys.”
She grinned, half-joking.
Sukuna’s red eyes, sharp and unamused, immediately fixed on her. There was no humor in his expression, only a smoldering intensity that made Jae Hwa swallow nervously.
Nanami, ever composed, said nothing. He simply gave a formal bow, which Sukuna returned with a nod, though his arms crossed over his chest, the silent challenge clear. His gaze was unflinching, a storm contained within measured posture.
He did just witness how Nanami acted around you and the kids, the little attempts at comfort and presence, and he didn’t like it. Every motion reminded him that the spot—his spot—was already taken, and confronting you last night had cemented that truth.
The room fell into a strained silence until Jae Hwa finally ventured.
“So… how do you plan to introduce him to the kids?”
You shifted your gaze to Sukuna, softening.
“I want to be alone with him and the kids when that happens.”
You said.
“The kids are sensitive. You have to be nice—or they’ll hate you forever…especially Ryoichi.”
Sukuna’s smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, and his eyes narrowed playfully.
“Ryoichi, huh?”
He murmured. The name rolled off your tongue and hit him in a way he hadn’t expected.
“So…you named one after me?”
You rolled your eyes, amused by his ego.
“Yeah, and you’ll see why.”
Leaning back in his seat, arms still crossed, he asked casually.
“Alright…what are their names again?”
“Ryoichi, Kyoshi and Kaishi.”
You replied, with Jae Hwa and Nanami echoing behind.
The way Sukuna processed each name, each personality tied to them, hinted at the storm and affection brewing beneath that calm, collected exterior.
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You crouched down carefully, keeping your voice low and gentle as you spoke to the triplets before entering your apartment.
“Mommy is going to introduce you to someone, okay?”
Your words were hesitant, but there was no turning back. They all bore his features—it wouldn’t be possible to hide it forever.
“This person is going to be very special in your lives. You’ve asked about him before, and Mommy couldn’t answer…until now.”
The triplets exchanged cautious glances, curiosity sparking in their wide eyes.
“Don’t be afraid, okay?”
You bit your lip, nerves tingling, and then pushed the door open.
Inside, the soft beep of the security system registered your entrance. Sukuna sat patiently on the sofa, trying to calm the taut tension in his shoulders. His posture was deceptively relaxed, but inside, his mind raced.
Of course he wanted them to like him—these were his children. Even if part of him wasn’t fully prepared, he had to be. He wanted you in his life, and he wanted these little angels you brought with you to accept him as well.
The triplets peered cautiously from the doorway, tiny fingers clutching the fabric of your jeans. Their eyes scanned the room, stopping on the figure seated on the couch.
The moment was delicate, a silent standoff between two sides...the children, hesitant and wary, and Sukuna, patient and careful, letting them observe before making a move.
Ryoichi, surprisingly brave, was the first to step forward. His gaze met Sukuna’s...and recognition flickering in his eyes. A face he never forgot.
Sukuna’s lips curved into a soft, approving smile as he lowered himself to Ryoichi’s height.
“Hey, little one.”
He murmured, extending a hand.
Ryoichi reached out without hesitation but did not went for his hand, his fingers brushing against Sukuna’s face and Sukuna let him, savoring the connection.
You froze for a moment, heart skipping a beat as you watched the small figure of Ryoichi, usually so cautious and guarded, inch closer to Sukuna.
Kaishi lingered behind Ryoichi, peeking nervously at his brother's shoulder seeing how approachable the man is before reaching his own hand forward.
Your gaze barely left Ryoichi, still stunned by his unexpected trust, when you noticed Kaishi inching forward.
Sukuna opened his palm gently, allowing Kaishi to feel his presence. The younger boy’s curiosity overtook caution, though he was still processing the moment.
Your chest tightened in disbelief. His tiny fingers brushed against Sukuna’s hand first, then his arm, testing the waters before letting his whole hand settle gently against Sukuna’s forearm tracing the inks.
You froze, completely unprepared. Your heart felt like it had melted into puddles in your chest, and your knees went weak. You hadn’t expected this. Not Ryoichi, not so quickly, not with Sukuna. Watching it happen so effortlessly, seeing how the boy’s trust transferred in mere moments, left you dumbfounded.
A soft, almost helpless “oh…” escaped your lips. Your hands went to your face, fingertips pressing lightly against your cheeks, because you couldn’t believe how easily it looked.
The smallest gestures—a touch, a hand reaching out—carried so much weight, and yet, somehow, both of your children were bridging that distance as if it had been there all along.
You felt yourself almost melt on the spot.
Sukuna, aware of both Kaishi and Ryoichi now, glanced up at you, smirking faintly as if to silently say, see? It’s not that hard.
But you didn’t mind. You couldn’t.
The sight of your children opening themselves to him—so small, so trusting—made your chest ache with a warmth you hadn’t realized you’d been craving.
Meanwhile, Kyoshi stayed close to you, his tiny body pressing against your legs. He didn’t want to approach.
Crouching down slowly to bring yourself to his level, you softened your voice.
“It’s okay, Kyoshi…”
You said gently, letting your hand hover near his shoulder without forcing contact. Your heart thumped as you watched him hesitate, his little brows furrowed and his small hands gripping your jeans. Kyoshi who was usually the brave one to face new things felt scared to step forward.
“Who is he, Mommy?”
Kyoshi asked, voice small and uncertain.
You smiled small and brushed his hair back in a comforting way.
“He’s your...daddy.”
Kyoshi’s eyes widened, a mixture of awe, confusion, and wariness.
“It’s…really okay,”
You whispered again, brushing your fingers lightly through his hair, trying to soothe the tight coil of tension in his body. But still, his eyes never left Sukuna, darting to you and then back, cautious and unsure.
“You don’t have to touch him if you’re not ready.”
You stayed beside him, giving him the assurance he needs while keeping your voice calm and steady.
“Just…look. Watch. See that he’s being gentle with your brothers?”
Kyoshi’s lips pressed into a thin line, and you could see him struggling with the curiosity pulling him forward and the fear keeping him back. His little chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, and even from this distance, you could feel the weight of his hesitation.
Your heart ached at how protective he was—how much he had learned to be careful around the world, and how he still hadn’t decided whether it was safe to trust Sukuna.
“Take your time, sweetie.”
You whispered, resting a hand lightly on his back.
“You don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for. I’ll be right here.”
He hesitated a moment longer, his wide eyes scanning Sukuna as if measuring the man’s every movement. And though he didn’t move closer yet, you could see the tiniest flicker of curiosity—the very first crack in the wall of caution he had built.
You rubbed his back softly, letting him feel your reassurance as Sukuna watched quietly, every muscle taut with the weight of the moment, his heart quietly stretching to meet him.
Sukuna lowered himself to the floor, the shift from sofa to floor a subtle gesture of openness. Kaishi tentatively approached, holding out a few of his toys, hesitant but eager to be friendly. Sukuna didn’t quite know how to respond—he had never dealt with something so fragile, so innocent—but he accepted each toy with care, his large hands cradling them as if they were precious.
Ryoichi settled quietly between Sukuna’s legs, leaning against him with a trust and comfort that surprised you. He had never acted this way toward anyone—not even you, not even Nanami or Jae Hwa before. Seeing him so at ease, so relaxed in his father’s presence, sent a strange warmth through your chest. The sight made your heart feel lighter than it had in months, as though some invisible weight had been lifted.
Kyoshi, still hesitant, clung to your side for a moment longer before spotting the familiar faces of Nanami and Jae Hwa peeking into the room. With a burst of courage, he ran straight toward them, seeking the comfort of those he already knew. Nanami opened his arms without hesitation, allowing Kyoshi to climb into them, while Jae Hwa watched quietly from the doorway.
Sukuna’s brow lifted in surprise at Kyoshi’s ease with Nanami. The child had instantly trusted him, and Sukuna hadn’t expected that. Nanami, too, glanced at Ryoichi resting near Sukuna, recognition dawning—he understood how deep that bond had already started to form.
Another brief, tense stare-off passed between Sukuna and Nanami, unspoken respect and caution swirling in the air.
Meanwhile you exhaled softly, unsure how to break the tension, caught between pride at how naturally the kids were interacting and the strange weight of watching two strong, stubborn adults measure each other silently.
You crouched down and held out your arms gently to Kyoshi.
“Do you want to be closer, sweetie?”
You asked softly, voice calm and encouraging.
Kyoshi’s eyes widened for a moment, then he nodded shyly, wrapping his small arms around your neck. His cheek pressed against yours, warm and soft, and you couldn’t help but let out a quiet squeal at how delicate and perfect his little face felt against you. You adjusted slightly so he was comfortable, holding him close without rushing him, letting him take in the new world around him from your embrace.
Sukuna noticed, and for the first time in a long while, a small, genuine smile tugged at his lips. He even gave a hesitant wave, awkward in its gentleness, and you chuckled softly at the sight. The sight of the usually imposing man attempting this careful, tender approach toward his sons made your heart clench in warmth.
You sat across from him, still holding Kyoshi, who was now relaxed and leaning into you, and Sukuna’s eyes followed the boy with curiosity.
“He looks like you.”
He commented quietly, blinking at you.
“Really?”
You asked, surprised.
“I thought he looked more like you.”
Sukuna shook his head, eyes drifting toward Ryoichi who was still nestled in his lap, gently playing with Sukuna’s fingers.
“This one looks like me, definitely.”
He said, caressing a finger along Ryoichi’s cheek, who responded with a small, contented smile.
He glanced at Kaishi, who was busy tracing the ink on Sukuna’s palm with curious concentration.
“But this one… uhm… is this Kyoshi?”
You shook your head, smiling softly.
“No, it’s Kaishi.”
Sukuna’s expression softened as he looked down at the boy, his tone careful.
“Ah… he looks a lot like you—more feminine features.”
He said, lightly caressing Kaishi’s small hand that was busy exploring, tracing the ink patterns in fascination.
You watched the moment unfold, your heart swelling at how naturally Sukuna was engaging with the boys, each child drawing out a different side of him, and the warmth of this small, intimate family moment wrapped around you like a soft blanket.
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