girl dad!kuna who still has his heian era tendencies . nsfw drabble w/ fem reader!
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The front door of your estate had barely clicked shut before Sukuna’s voice rumbled through the foyer like an impending apocalypse.
You didn’t even need to ask what had set him off. You’d seen the way all four of his eyes had flared with murderous intent when your daughter skipped down the stairs this morning, her phone clutched to her chest with a grin that could only mean one thing.
A boy. Some scrawny, worthless worm who probably couldn’t even wield a butter knife, let alone stand in the presence of real strength.
Sukuna was already pacing, his massive frame eating up the space in the living room. His muscular arms flexed with every violently agitated step, black tattoos pulsing like live wires against his skin.
His loose shirt hung open, exposing his broad chest, but you weren’t about to be distracted by the display. “He’s not allowed within a ten-mile radius of her,” he roared, his deep, terrifying rasp rattling the glassware in the cabinets.
“I’ll peel the flesh from his bones! I’ll carve him into a thousand bloody ribbons and leave his head on a spike in front of his pathetic family!”
“Shut your mouth and stop whining like a beaten dog,” you snapped, stepping into the room with your arms crossed.
Sukuna whirled on you, all four crimson eyes blazing with blinding fury. “Woman, don’t test me! That pathetic, mewling parasite thinks he can lay a hand on my daughter? Touch what’s mine? I’ll tear out his spine!”
“She isn’t your property, ‘Kuna,” you hissed back, matching his fiery glare with an icy, menacing stare of your own. “She’s a teenager. She found a boyfriend. Deal with it!”
“Not in my household!” he snarled. The air cracked with dark, suffocating cursed energy. The floorboards groaned beneath his feet, and the massive chandelier violently shuddered overhead.
“I’ll strip her of everything. I’ll melt that pink Mercedes down to scrap metal! She can crawl to school in the dirt like the peasant she is!”
“You won’t do a damn thing,” you sneered, taking a step toward him. “And drop it before I force you to.”
“I’ll crush him into paste—”
“I said sit down and close your trap!” you barked, jabbing a sharp finger hard into his chest. His nostrils flared, his immense cursed energy threatening to erupt into a bloody slaughter, but you didn’t flinch.
You stepped right into his physical space, your chin lifted, your eyes locking with his four in an uncompromising power struggle.
Something dangerous flickered in his gaze—a violent mix of begrudging respect, intense desire, and sheer frustration. With a dark growl rumbling in his throat, Sukuna slowly sank onto the couch.
His huge frame filled the cushions, his jaw clenched so tightly the muscles trembled. He looked lethal, coiled to spring, but he stayed put.
Footsteps echoed from the hallway as Chiyo stepped into the room, adjusting her school bag over her shoulder. Right beside her was Uraume, your eldest, stepping out with the serene, undisturbed grace of a frozen lake.
Chiyo took one look at her father, threw her hands up, and fired off immediately. “Are you seriously still throwing a temper tantrum, Dad? The entire neighborhood probably heard you screaming about spine-tearing! It's seven in the morning!”
She spun toward you, her eyes wide with desperate indignation. “Mom, please tell him to stop! He’s being completely insane! He threatened to turn Ren into meat paste before I even finished my breakfast!”
Sukuna’s upper set of eyes narrowed into lethal slits as he glared at her. “Ren? You give the worm a name in my presence? You’re lucky I haven’t tracked his bloodline down and erased it from history!”
“He’s not a worm! He’s sweet, he brought me matcha yesterday, and he doesn't murder people for looking at him wrong!” Chiyo shot back, not flinching an inch.
She darted over to your side, grabbing your arm and using you as a literal shield. “Mom, look at him! He’s losing his mind over a high school boy! Tell him he’s not allowed to melt my car!”
“He won’t touch your car, Chiyo,” you said calmly, shooting Sukuna a warning glance that could cut glass.
“See? Mom makes the rules!” Chiyo declared, pointing a finger at Sukuna. Then she glanced over at Uraume, who was standing quietly near the archway, utterly unbothered, calmly adjusting their gloves. “Uraume, back me up here! Tell him he’s being totally unreasonable!”
Uraume didn’t even blink. They merely looked at Chiyo with icy neutrality. “Dad’s judgment is absolute. If he deems the boy weak, his eradication is logical.”
Chiyo gasped, dropping her jaw in utter betrayal. “Uraume! You’re supposed to be my sibling! You’re taking his side?!”
Sukuna let out a booming, dark laugh, his mood instantly shifting into arrogant delight. He gestured sharply toward Uraume. “Come here, Uraume. Stand by your father.”
Without a moment’s hesitation, Uraume bowed respectfully and walked over, taking a precise, firm stance right beside Sukuna’s side of the couch, like an iron bodyguard endorsing his terrible behavior.
“See, brat?” Sukuna sneered at Chiyo, a menacing smirk stretching across his face, all four eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction. “Uraume has sense. You bring a weak, pathetic creature into my sight, and he dies. That is the law of this house!”
“Mom!” Chiyo whined, tugging on your sleeve in pure exasperation while glaring daggers at both Sukuna and Uraume. “They’re teaming up on me! Uraume is just fueling his madness!”
“Uraume, stop enabling your father,” you commanded smoothly, though your tone left no room for debate.
Uraume bowed their head slightly toward you, remarkably respectful as always, but didn’t budge from Sukuna’s side. “My apologies, Mother. But father’s instinct regarding weaklings is rarely mistaken.”
“Unbelievable. You two are actual monsters,” Chiyo groaned, though the edge in her voice softened as she pulled her bag higher onto her shoulder.
Despite the bloodcurdling threats and Uraume’s total betrayal, she didn’t look scared at all. She knew her father’s violence was just his terrifying, twisted way of being protective, and she knew you had him entirely leash-bound.
She rolled her eyes, shooting a fond, fearless smirk at Sukuna. “Whatever. If you touch Ren, Mom is going to make you sleep on the porch. Bye, Dad!”
Sukuna glared at her, but the lethal edge in his four eyes dulled into a dark, protective scowl. “If that sniveling bug doesn’t treat you like royalty, I’m skinning him alive!”
“Dad, stop!” she laughed, completely unbothered by the horrific threat, before turning toward the foyer.
Uraume offered a polite bow to you before quietly gliding out the door right behind her to ensure she actually made it to school safely as the heavy oak front door clicked shut.
Silence descended upon the estate.
The moment the kids were gone, Sukuna’s fierce composure degraded into an aggressively stubborn pout. His lips twisted into a dark scowl, his brows furling with wounded pride. “She brought him up to me like it was nothing,” Sukuna growled angrily, staring at the hardwood floor, his voice thick with bitter resentment.
“She knew I’d want to butcher him, and she still sat there and told me she likes him. The little brat isn’t even afraid of me.”
“She trusts you, you idiot,” you said, walking over and tossing yourself onto the couch beside him, leaning back with a cold smirk.
“She knows you’re a monster to everyone else, but she knows you’d tear the world apart before you ever let harm come to her. That’s why she told you.”
Sukuna grunted, though his jaw relaxed slightly at your words. “She’s going to let that worm hold her hand,” he muttered bitterly, his four eyes narrowing to slits. “Maybe worse. I ought to slaughter his whole bloodline just to be safe.”
“Touch him and you answer to me,” you warned smoothly, running a sharp fingernail over the back of his massive hand. “She’s sixteen, Sukuna. She’s not a little child anymore!”
“She’s my daughter,” he growled, grabbing your hand and pulling you firmly against his side, his arm wrapping around you like an iron vice. “I remember when she was born. Squeaking like a pathetic little creature. I held her in one palm. Now she’s looking at useless boys.”
“You’re being pathetic,” you teased, though you leaned into his heat. “It’s a high school crush, not a bloody war.”
“Any boy who comes near her is a war,” he snapped back, his voice dangerous, though his thumb absentmindedly stroked your knuckles with rare, ruthless devotion. He leaned down, burying his face into the crook of your neck, his breath scorching hot against your skin. “I hate this.”
“You’ll survive,” you murmured, sliding your fingers through his spiky pink hair and yanking his head up so his four crimson eyes met yours. “Now drop the bitter attitude before I make you.”
The afternoon sun had shifted across the room, casting long amber shadows through the windows. Hours had slipped away since your daughter had skipped off to school with her pink Mercedes and Uraume’s indifferent gaze trailing behind her.
Six hours since Sukuna had first laid you down on this couch. Six hours since he’d started proving exactly how much he wanted those ten children.
He’d cum inside you three times now, each release more possessive than the last, as if he could physically will more heirs into existence with sheer determination alone.
The evidence of his efforts was starting to pool beneath you, warm and slick, soaking into the expensive fabric of the couch cushions.
You’d long since stopped caring.
Now, you were flat on your back, your body sinking deeper into the cushions as Sukuna thrust into you with an intensity that stole your breath as his massive frame loomed over you, eclipsing the light, casting you entirely in his shadow.
Sweat gleamed on his chest, tracing the lines of his tattoos, dripping down the ridges of his abs. His biceps bulged as he gripped your thighs, holding them spread wide, keeping you exactly where he wanted you.
His four eyes were half-lidded, drunk on the sight of you beneath him, wrecked and wanting. “Look at you,” he snarled, the words ripping from his throat like a blade. His jaw clenched so hard you could hear his teeth grind. “Still taking me… still begging for more.”
You couldn’t form words as a shattered moan tore from your throat as your nails dug into his forearms, leaving crescent-shaped marks that he probably didn’t even feel.
Your legs were hooked over his shoulders now, your ankles crossed behind his neck, and with every brutal thrust, he drove you deeper into the cushions.
“S—Sukuna–!” you gasped, your voice cracking.
“You feel that?” he demanded, his voice dropping to a dangerous growl. “Feel how deep I am? How full you are? That’s me, woman. It’s all me hngh—... No other man will ever touch you like this. No other man will ever fill you like this…”
You could barely nod, could barely breathe. He was so big, so impossibly thick, stretching you to your absolute limit. The way his cock dragged against your walls had you seeing white, your fingers fisting in the fabric beneath you.
He filled you completely, his girth spreading you open, and when he bottomed out, you could feel him pressing against your cervix—a delicious, overwhelming pressure that made your toes curl. “I can feel you squeezing me,” he rasped, a filthy, guttural sound escaping his throat. “You’re trying to milk me dry, aren’t you? Don’t want me to pull out, huh?”
You shook your head frantically, too far gone for words.
“Greedy little thing,” he purred, a dark chuckle vibrating through his chest. His hand left your throat to grip your hip, angling you so he could drive even deeper. “That’s why I love you. You’re never satisfied… always want more, always want… me.”
His thumb found your clit, pressing down in tight, merciless circles. The sensation was overwhelming; his cock pounding into you, his thumb working your sensitive bundle of nerves, his four eyes watching every broken expression that crossed your face.
You were teetering on the edge, your orgasm building like a storm about to break. “Please,” you begged, your voice a wrecked sob.
“Pleassee, ‘Kuunaa, I’m—”
“I know, I know…” He leaned down, his lips brushing your ear, his breath scalding against your skin. “You’re close. I can feel it. You’re clenching so tight around me… squeezing me like you never want me to leave.”
His pace quickened, his hips snapping against yours with brutal precision. The sound of skin slapping filled the room, wet and obscene, mingling with your loud, trembling moans and his heavy, guttural groans.
His cock was slick with your combined arousal, glistening every time he pulled out, and the sight of it—the sight of him disappearing into you over and over sent another wave of heat crashing through your wet folds.
“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice a sharp, uncompromising snarl. His hand left your clit to grip your jaw, forcing your eyes to meet his. Four crimson irises burned into you, possessive and unyielding. “I want to watch your face when you come undone. I want to see the moment you break apart on my cock.”
Your orgasm ripped through you without warning as your back bowed off the mattress, a sharp, shattered scream tearing from your throat as your walls convulsed around him, clenching and fluttering with reckless abandon.
Your vision went white, your body trembling uncontrollably, broken moans spilling out of you in helpless waves. “That’s it,” he snarled, his pace growing erratic, his breath coming in harsh, ragged pants. “That’s my wife…”
“That’s my woman. Fffuckk—” He buried himself to the hilt, his hips flush against yours, and with a long, guttural roar, you felt him pulse inside you as his cock twitched violently as he spilled into you, filling you with another load of his seed, painting your walls with his possession.
The warmth spread through you, pooling deep inside, and he stayed there, panting heavily, pressing himself deep with slow, shuddering thrusts, making sure not a single drop escaped.
For a long moment, neither of you moved. Heavy, ragged breathing filled the quiet room as he stayed buried inside you, his forehead pressed to yours, his breath fanning over your lips.
Then, slowly, he pulled out as you winced at the sudden emptiness, at the rush of warmth that followed.
He settled beside you, pulling you against his chest, his hand splaying across your stomach. His thumb traced lazy circles over your skin, just below your navel. “Four… times,” he murmured, a low, possessive rumble in his chest. “You’re going to be full of me by the time I’m done. I’ll… mhn.. put a child in you— I’ll put ten children in you.”
You groaned, swatting weakly at his chest. “You’re insatiable.”
“I’m a king,” he replied, a dark, satisfied laugh vibrating against your cheek. “Kings don’t settle for one heir.”
“And yet, you keep letting me.”
You couldn’t argue with that. You settled against him, your body aching in the most delicious way, your mind finally quiet.
His hand never stopped moving over your stomach, possessive and tender all at once. “We… we should probably clean up,” you muttered, your eyes already drooping.
“Later.” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, his voice softening just a fraction. “Rest first. I’ll keep watch…”
You wanted to remind him that there was nothing to keep watch for-that your daughter was at school, that Uraume was probably meditating somewhere, that the estate was secure.
But you were too tired to form the words.
Instead, you let yourself drift, lulled by the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your ear. His hand never stopped its slow, soothing circles. And if you dreamed of ten little pink-haired children running through the halls, well… you’d deal with that when you woke up.
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