✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄The Way You Claim Me ⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧
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 2: CONCUBINE
↬ summary: you and sukuna share your first intimate moment together after the birth of your son, rai.
[Present]
You climb the marbled step, the dewy steam kissing your ankles as you stand right beside the wooden bathtub. You fidget with the loose grey knot fastened around your waist, your oversized robe hanging off your shoulders but you are hesitatant to remove it and reveal your naked body underneath.
“If you don’t hurry up, I’ll drag you in myself,” Sukuna grumbles, staring at you with cold eyes and impatiently tapping the sharp tip of his nail against the edge of the tub.
You swallow hard, your eyes traveling to soak in the sight of his wet, chiseled physique. The same body you usually cling to eagerly as your ride out orgasm after orgasm. His arms are sprawled out, his legs taking up most of the room and leaving very little space for you to nestle in.
Your heart thumps lightly in your chest, goosebumps raising across your skin.
You’re nervous.
The last time you shared your body with your master was during your pregnancy but a significant amount of time has elapsed since then. However, that night still lingers in your head like a dream, sending a light shiver to flutter between your ribs. You subconsciously bite your lip remembering the way he kissed you, can still feel the heat of his touch along your delicate flesh as he sank deep between your legs. Your bodies moved in an unfamiliar rhythm, your lust blown eyes intoxicated by an all consuming desire.
Even the expression on your master’s face was foreign - his eyes heavy, and deep in thought. Contemplative but observing you with sheer wonder.
You had to stop any physical activity shortly after that, with the burden of your pregnancy taking a toll on your body. Uruame made it clear to both you and Sukuna that carrying a half cursed child may bring you potential harm, as your human body was unequipped to handle the strong pulses of energy fostering in your womb.
Sukuna has kept his hands off of you ever since.
All of this sits heavy on your mind.
Just three weeks ago, you saw two of the other concubines stumble out of Sukuna’s room. Their faces blushed and glistening, the smell of sex trailing behind their footsteps. The bitter pill you’ve learned to swallow from your time apart was that Sukuna had no reason to disclose his private business to you. You held no authority over his head, nor did you have any right to command him to stop. Without you fulfilling the needs of your cursed king, Sukuna reverted back to sleeping with the other concubines living in his palace.
Every time you walked past his room at night, you could hear their giggles and moans from behind the door, and your heart would simply shatter. Since Sukuna coined you as his “favorite”, you’ve both spent almost every night together. The sudden wedge between your relationship made you feel off balance, and you actually had the gall to forget about the other pets who serves him.
The idea that you were disposable, replaceable, is what is making you hesitate at this very moment. You can’t help but think to yourself if he even felt the pain of distance like you did.
Sukuna quirks his brow, noting your apprehension. “Is there something wrong?”
Your fingers hook through the knot as you snap yourself back to reality, and you slowly loosen the bind. “No, my king,” you reply politely, and allow the grey robe to pool at your feet as you quickly abide your master’s command to avoid triggering his short temper.
Sukuna’s eyes darken, his pupils dialting slightly at the sight of your smooth skin and lovely curves. Your cheeks grow warm, your hands naturally crossng over your chest as you shyly look away.
He pouts with disapproval at your modesty, “why are you hiding from me?”
You’re quite aware that your body hasn’t fully bounced back to normal since you’ve given birth to your son, but your throat only tightens as the words of your insecurity linger on the tip of your tongue.
“I’m-I’m not hiding,” you awkwardly mumble, a tension coiling deep within your belly. You find the courage to drop your hands by your side to meet his gaze, feigning a reassuring smile to try and save face.
A wicked smirk ticks at the corner of Sukuna’s lips, his own smile growing into a devilish grin as he flashes you his canines. “Well, then…” he adds on, raising two of his fingers and flicking his digits to direct you towards him.
You exhale quietly and timidly dip one foot into the tub, then the next, until your calves were submerged under the blanket of warm water. Your legs tangle between your master’s, and you slot yourself into his broad frame as your hands find their place on his chest. You angle your body comfortably against his, parting your lips in surprise when you feel that he’s already semi-hard.
“This is the first time I’ve had you to myself without the pest around,” he grumbles, adjusting his position to compensate you being on top of him.
“You mean our son?” you chide.
“If he wasn’t my own blood, I’d be furious that he was taking up so much of your time”, Sukuna scoffs, his hand moving to firmly grip your plush hips. You anticipated those hands to start wandering as your master prefers taking you like the beast that he is, but all he does is steal a kiss, his lips brushing softly against your cheek then dragging the tip of his nose down your neck to breathe in your scent.
He hums with approval.
“Tsubaki,” he mumbles, recognizing the fragrant camellia flower that’s clinging to your damp skin. “I haven’t smelt this on you in a while…”
“Rai’s too sensitive,” you reply with a sigh, your eyes falling heavy from the sensation of Sukuna being so close. Your heart rattles in your chest, running at its own aching pace. “I stopped wearing the scented oil when I noticed it gave him a rash…”
Sukuna grumbles with disinterest, his lips gliding their way down to your collar bone where he offers another kiss. “I don’t want to waste our time talking about the boy…”
The water sloshes around the tub as he molds your bodies togethers. Your hands casually trace along the black marks painted on his shoulder, but you’re suddenly aware that you don’t know how to act around Sukuna with Rai in the picture. Before you were complacent with your role as merely a guest in his bed, but now…
He wasn’t just your master.
He was the father of your child.
He once declared that he would never touch you, intitally looked at you with eyes of disinterest. He threatened to kill you and your former master for thinking that a broken offer like yourself would earn his approval, while other lords and leaders were sacrificing their own virgin daughters on a silver platter to appease the cursed king.
Your offer was a mockery.
Yes, you were a woman who came from nothing, but you still somehow managed to form an unimaginable bond with this creature that many feared. You weren’t even sure if Sukuna understood what the bonds of family actually meant, especially when he initially disregarded your son after assuming that the child was simply human.
Uruame, however, has a growing interest in the boy, and was the one who informed Sukuna that none of you were aware of what kind of power Rai might potentially hold.
“It’s rare for a human to be a vessel for a curse,” you remember them saying. “Especially one as powerful as Sukuna”
You’re grateful that Uruame was able to change Sukuna’s perspective on the situation. You’ve since even witnessed fleeting moments of domesticity between father and child. Sukuna would cradle Rai in his arms and recount stories of power and glory. You can see that he was now thinking of a future with his heir, but where did that leave you?
You already had a sense that the circumstances of your relationship with Sukuna was changing prior to Rai’s birth. Your king had started devoting his time to you alone, and your night of unadulterated passion was filtered with tender moments and sweet conversations. Then there was the night of Rai’s conception, the night where your overprotective king claimed you solely to himself in the heat of the moment.
Your pregnancy was a surprise to all three of you bu you assumed that Sukuna would at least regard you as something more than a piece of pussy for him to fuck at his own leisure or just the mere vessel who carried his child.
You felt his lips ghost over your own, rough hands moving to cup your breasts. “You’re quiet, pet…” he points out, his thumbs sweeping over your hardened nipples and earning a soft whimper in response. “If you don’t tell me what’s on your mind, then I’ll have no choice but to draw out that pretty voice in ways that proved quite successful in the past…”
Your heart continues to race, your inability to hide your complicated thoughts revealed plainly on your face.
“It’s just that…it’s been so long since we’ve been together…” you stammer, tiptoeing over the line that was a clear indication of the power imbalance between you both. You’ve done this before on occasion, whenever your heart can’t stop your vulnerability from seeping through it’s open cracks.
“Uruame said it should be fine…” Sukuna bluntly replies without any consideration. “You’ve recovered well so there won’t be any problems fucking you…”
There it was again, the gut wrenching twinge that made you acknowledge your disappointment in him.
Why did you go back to them? You wanted to ask, I thought they were worthless to you.
You recoil slightly when the root of your securities makes itself known.
You were in love with your malicious master and that scared you more than he ever could.
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“I’m sorry, I’m just not myself today. Maybe…maybe it would be best…if you asked one of the others to care for you instead…”
Sukuna’s lips part, his brows pinching with confusion as he clenches his jaw. You weren’t even looking him in the eye, and he’s taken aback by your dismissal over him. He’s been struggling to dissect your odd demeanor as of late, and when he confided in Uruame all he was told was that your emotions may just be taking dips post-partum.
Still, the situation bothers him. You have never approached him with such insecurity before. Even during your first meeting, you still had the tenacity to feign confidence which maintained his intrigue over you.
He firms his hold around you, his nostrils flaring slightly as his chest rises and falls due to his growing irritation. “I did not dismiss you, brat, nor did I ask to spend my time with anybody else.”
His calm tone contrasts the dominating delivery in which he spoke, but you still quiver in his arms from his chilling voice. When Sukuna notices how your face flinches at his words, an unfamiliar ache overcomes him and he instantly regrets speaking so harshly.
He’s trying to do better, but the beast has too much pride to admit that he has been pitifully waiting for this moment all day.
After spending his afternoon with Rai, he ensured that the boy would be thoroughtly looked after this evening, even riterating to all the servants that their bodies would be ripped to shreds if anything were to happen to him while your master preoccupied your time.
He knew that you didn’t like to be seperated from him, especially since you barely trusted the others within his palace.
Thankfully, Uruame offered to look after Rai themselves. Sukuna wasn’t surprised by his interjection, he knew that they were far more protective of Rai then both of you put together.
Sukuna waited months for this, spent nights watching his concubines with disinterest from the sidelines as they attempted to appease him with their performance.
Tonight was supposed give you both a chance to spend time together without any distractions.
Right now, he can see your mind drifting elsewhere, and your silence speaking volumes. This only concerns him further as he considers why you are so eager to run way from him when all he wants is to be closer to you.
“I understand,” you meekly reply. “I…I apologize for speaking out of line.”’
Sukuna narrows his gaze, holding back his emotion by methodically reading your reactions. He closes his eyes, exhaling in defeat as he attempts to relax, and consciously tries his best to avoid instigating an unnecessary argument.
He’s trying to do better.
He slides one hand up to cup your cheek. Red eyes piercing into yours, bewitching and full of yearning that makes you forget how to breath.
I favor you for a reason, human, he thinks but he guards those words and denys them the chance of leaving his mouth. Instead, he pulls you close to press your forehead against his as he finally kisses you.
He knew you were on edge when you first got into the bath but much to his relief that fades away when you naturally glide your lips over his own, your tongue entering his mouth for him to taste you as you ease into the kiss.
“We can stay just like this,” he proposes, the heat rising in his body feeling your hands circle his neck.
You glance at him innocently from under your lashes, pondering his words for a moment before trailing one hand down to wrap around his impressive length as you begin stroking him.
The beast hisses, despising how frail his body falters against your touch.
“I’m here to serve you, my king…” you clarify, proving to him you would never turn your back on your duties.
Sukuna wants nothing more than to give into his urges, to carry you in his strong arms and nail your back against the tub. He desires to kiss you until your lips are swollen, to fuck you fervently until your eyes would roll to the back of your head and leave you an incomprehensible mess. The thought of sinking both cocks into you, nestling himself into the core of warmth is enough to make him twitch, but he restrains himself and instead reaches his own hand down to grab yours.
He pulls your touch away from his swelling cock, bringing your palm to his chest and taking in the slightly confused expression on your face.
“This is fine for me,” he commands, his voice is reassuring. “We don’t need rush. I’ve been waiting this long anyway…”
Your eyes widen in surprise, “waiting, my king?”
He brings your knuckles to his lips, kissing you softly.
“You’re the only who can take me as I am,” he reminds you, a teasing glint in his eye as he shifts his attention towards your tender eyes.
“I just assumed…” you mumble, “that the others were honoring their duties…”
Sukuna hums, finally piecing together the situation at hand when you mention the other concubines pointedly.
“They honor their duties with their mouths, their hands, their performances…” he admits without shame, but he can’t hide the frustration in his own voice from his disapproval over his recent interactions with the members of his harem. “I had no interest in fucking them when I just needed the relief.”
You curl your fingers around the strands of his fiery hair, and lightly massage his scalp. “Then allow me to fulfill my duties for you now, master…” You argue with a roll your hips, making Sukuna’s eyes flutter from the sensation.
“Are you jealous, pet?” he teases playfully, his palms squeezing your hips while two other hands knead your plush thighs.
Your irritation knits between your brows, your walls finally crumbling down.
There you are, he thinks, as he takes in the first honest look on your face - one that he hasn’t seen for quite some time.
“The last time I asked you that question, you answered it by killing Takeshi Zen’in.”
At the mention of his former enemy, Sukuna mirrors your own agitated expression.
He straightens his spine, his face now directly in line with yours. One of his hands slips between your legs, his fingers seeking out the sensitive bundle of nerves that he pinches between his fingers. You part your lips, your nails grazing against his scalp.
“Are you threatening my harem?” he scoffs, his thumb drawing circles on your clit.
“No, my king,” you mock sweetly, your bold reactions one of the many things that he adores about you. “I’m simply...hmph, s-simply making a point.”
“Ah,” he coos, “and what point is that?”
Your hand drops to his shoulders, your legs spreading wider to give him access but he doesn’t submit to the temptation of pushing his fingers up against your begging entrance.
“You don’t need them,” you point out, and he picks up on the dominance behind your voice. “You don’t need them when you have me.”
You kiss his jaw, and Sukuna exhales. “I could have taken care of you,” you sternly interject, and it flatters his ego when he hears the bitterness in your voice. “I would have taken you in my mouth, in my hands, however you liked…”
“Not in your condition,” Sukuna reiterates, “I was cautious after Uruame’s warning, I wasn’t going to put you at risk or exhaust you while you were burdened…”
You both halt your movement to stare longingly into the other person’s eyes.
You are visibly taken aback by his care.
I’m trying to do better for you, he thinks out loud.
“Speak your mind,” Sukuna demands, “I give you the permission to do so.”
“I don’t want them touching you,” you whisper quietly, your warm breath fanning over his mouth. “You’ve claimed me as yours, and I offered you my devotion. I meant it.”
Your sincerety makes his heart shudder with unease.
“Am I not your favored?” you insist as you gaze up at him from underneath your lashes.
“You know you are,” he maintains with strong determination.
“If I’m your favored, then they should serve no purpose to you.”
Sukuna sighs with defeat. You earned your place in his eyes, pummeling through the ranks and squandering the expectations of everyone else around you.
“Fine. Nobody will have permission to enter my quarters unless you agree. My harem will now answer to you. Does that work for you?”
You pause to think about it with deep consideration, another little trait that your master finds fascinating. You never rush into any decision with picking apart the offer thoroughly, and he relaxes when you nod your head in agreement.
Sukuna isn’t stupid, he can read between the lines that you wanted him to disband his harem entirely but what would that say about the king? Rather than succumb to the folly rules of a meak human, he simply handed you the choice of making the decision on his behalf.
His eyes fall to your lips once more, the ache contracting in his chest as it expands across his torso. He leans forward to snag your bottom lip between his teeth and nips at the plush, swollen muscle. You sigh sweetly, far too sweetly, and it makes him firm his hold as he wraps you up in a full embrace. He slides his tongue into your mouth once again, intoxicating you with a deep kiss that makes you pliable in his arms, with beads of pre-cum forming at the tips of his cocks.
A string of glittering spit clings to your bottom lip when you pull away from the kiss to catch your breath. With the thick steam enveloping you both, Sukuna wonders how he ever denied you before as he soaks in the sight of you panting dreamily in his arms.
He’s viscerally disgusted by the frailty of humans, but with you he finds it rather endearing.
With you, he’s completely and utterly captivated.
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