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Choso Kamo: Study session w bf Choso, Sugarbaby!Choso headcanons, Masochist!Choso headcanons, Sub!Choso uses blood manipulation on himself, Sub!Choso sends pictures :), First time w nervousBF!Choso, Smack Talk w bf!Choso!!, Masochist Choso's thoughts on pegging
Gojo Satoru: Snowleopard!Gojo causing chaos, To infinity and beyond!!
Suguru Geto: Cultleader!Geto headcanons
Ryomen Sukuna: HeianEraHusband!Kuna headcanons, HeianEraHusband!Kuna is neglected by his wife HeianEraHusband!Kuna writes love poems!, HeianEraHusband!Kuna lounging around, HeianEraHusband!Kuna is a masochist!!, HeianEraHusband!Kuna as a girl dad!!
Hiromi Higuruma: To be added
Nanami Kento: To be added
Kashimo Hajime: To be added
Megumi Fushiguro: Megumi has no self control! Megumi summons his shikigami to keep you company!, Ab-use of your BF privileges w Megumi
Yuji Itadori: SupportiveBF!Yuji x Nerdy!Reader, Pathetic!Yuji can't touch!
Toji Fushiguro: To be added
Yuta Okkotsu: Pathetic!Yuta Headcanons
Multi: "You like my voice?" "Yes mommy.", Bsf!JJK men confess their love, How the JJK!men spoil you
— Let’s play a guessing game! After you help two stranded strangers and they repay you with, well… A threesome! You fall pregnant and now don’t know which one of them is the father since they both came inside of you. So, who is the baby daddy???
Tags: [SMUFF, FLUFF/18+], suggestive at times, Satosugu x f!reader, accidental pregnancy, no established relationships, CEO!Gojo and Philosophy uni teacher!Geto, obviously polygamy, breeding, roots from a hookup. 6-7 year age gap.
Loaaaaaadingggggg...
01: THE INCIDENT.
02: THE PREGNANCY.
03: THE GRAND REVEAL.
04: THE AFTERMATH.
Attention! Keep both hands on your phone while reading and be especially aware of sexy strangers who look like they might ruin your life—because they might as well do so!
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Hi lovelies <3 My first miniseries!! Probably going to be around 30k words. So excited. If you want to be on the temp taglist for this series js comment.
˙⋆✮ synopsis: Trapped in the imperial palace as his concubine, you have one goal: make the Emperor regret it. Sukuna, however, finds you far more entertaining than any woman he's ever met. Maybe more than that.
˙⋆✮ cw: MDNI 18+ (eventually lol), ogform!sukuna x concubine!f!reader, heian era, (apothecary diaries inspired), ETL, plot/dialogue heavy, reader has a complicated family, he's DOWN BAD, explicit language, slowburn, tension, plot twist (?), he's obsessed, dual pov, VERY suggestive content, smut in next part (#freaky) master.list
˙⋆✮ w/c: 5.1k
˙⋆✮ a/n: TYSM FOR 200 FOLLOWERS AA!!! i love every single one of u <333
“How are these any different?!”
The whole day has consisted of you choosing fabric for an outfit for the grand welcome ceremony of the concubines, that is, as a high-ranked concubine as well.
Typically, after bearing children for the emperor, only then are you given a rank, although, as a daughter of the Kamo clan, you figured this was why you were selected. You would see your family, your clan, everyone you grew up with at this ceremony. A clan you thought would consider you family, and one day, someday, you had this little inkling of hope that you may even lead the clan.
But no, you were sent off to be a concubine.
The word itself managed to enrage you. You were so much more than that. Being taught what concubines did for the nation- the whole strengthening of political ties for the betterment of the people was utter bullshit to you. You ultimatem was that you were merely placed here to have babies and keep the emperor satisfied.
Keep him satisfied.
The idea never sat right with you, and the Kamo clan knew this, but of course that wasn’t your choice. What a cursed thing it was to be the only daughter.
As a last resort, you thought sabotaging all these stupid tests placed by Sukuna himself- intelligence, behaviour, health and everything else would help you get out.
One of the health tests even checked for virginity, to which you refused to check, every fibre of your being rejecting how outrageous that this was something that needed to be checked. You did your best to get out of it, but your clan members just kept chanting in your ear–
Do it for the clan. Do it for our people.
Strangely enough, you had failed the test, even though you truly were a virgin. But somehow, you had managed to make it through even after that.
Was there any way to leave?
Even if you did…would your clan take you back?
Questions that have been in your head all day, only frustrating you more and more, but here you were, selecting three shades of pink cotton fabric you swore were the same.
“Urgh, just select what you think is suitable, please” You shine a smile to the attendants eagerly waiting for a response, and their smiles drop as soon as you say those words “You know what, I prefer the last one”
“Thank you, Lady Kamo! We will inform the tailors immediately,” your head lady-in-waiting, Haku, says as she scurries along, and a new set of attendants show up, placing jewellery on your skin to see which would suit the dress. Multiple preparations and all that’s running through your head is how to get out of this mess. Your attendants were extremely kind, the only thing helping you feel a bit at ease from this whole thing, but it was still troubling you.
“Lady Kamo, may I please enter? It is quite urgent,” a voice you identified as your guard eunuch said at the door.
“Yes–”
“Lady Kamo is busy” Haku cuts you off, widening her eyes at the jewellery on your hands.
“Apologies, but as I said, it is quite an urgent matter”
“Whatever you must say, please just say it”
“As you wish, Haku” he drags the last word “The emperor wishes to see Lady Kamo tomorrow evening at his palace for tea”
“Tea?!” you shriek, standing up from your seat, all the placed jewellery on you falling and attendants swiftly picking each one up.
“But- but the ceremony is the day after, a-and there’s so many preparations, and I need to get measurements and purchase perfumes and speak to the other attendants and-”
“Haku”, you place a hand on her shoulder “Don’t worry, I will make sure it will be no less than five minutes”
“Five minutes?”
“Yes,” you say loud enough so the guard can hear too “Thank you, Luomen. Please make sure the carriage is ready on time tomorrow”
“Of course, Lady Kamo. I bid you well” You hear footsteps of him leaving.
“My lady, please do not trouble yourself for my sake-”
“Oh, don’t you worry, Haku,” you sit back down, placing the jewellery back on your skin, putting on a bangle “Trust me, I wouldn’t want to spend more than five minutes with our great lord”
“Presenting, the Concubine Lady Kamo”
You walk into the room with the most beautiful light pink dress, accentuating your curves, tightly wrapped around your waist with a darker shade of pink. Hair and makeup done carefully by your attendants, but of course, with your clan hairpin placed in your hair regardless of how many times Haku asked you to change it.
It takes Sukuna just a second to take you all in, eyes darting to you the second you walk in, jaw clenching ever so slightly and an inhale he very much needed. Seeing you like this, like an actual Lady of the palace, his lady of the palace was just something he needed time to observe. The side of his lips curves upwards, a tongue in his cheek as he directs his eyes to the front of him.
He was sat at the end of an extremely long table, with your seat directly in front of him, and you counted roughly twenty attendants surrounding it, holding multiple dishes and types of tea. From this distance, he was far, but seemed so close. Something about this table made you uneasy with how he was directly in your vision.
“You need not trouble yourself with this many options for a simple evening tea, my lord”, you say as you sit down, Haku standing beside you.
“How considerate of you, my lady”
My lady?!
My lady.
It slid off his tongue so easily. So annoyingly seductive. You clear your throat.
“However, I can assure you it was no trouble for my staff,” he puts both his hands up “I am the Emperor after all”
How cocky.
“Right,” you sit back into your chair “Might I ask why you invited me for tea when the ceremony is tomorrow, oh great emperor?”
You can almost feel how in shock the entire staff is, mostly radiating off Haku, trembling in fear right next to you.
“I have no particular reason,” he leans forward “I simply wished to see you”
Sukuna was the type of man who saw no point in lying. And it was true. He did just want to see you. He literally had no excuse to call upon you today, and since he clearly always gets what he wants, the ceremony was of no concern to him.
“That is oh so sweet of you, my lord, but I have many preparations to be made for tomorrow, and I do not have time-”
“I think we had this conversation previously, have we not?”
“Yes, we have, but I think you’ve misconstrued me”
“Oh really?”
“Yes”
There’s a moment of silence. Both of you looking at each other, holding back words you know you shouldn’t say inside a royal palace where there are ears everywhere. Mostly you holding back.
“Uraume?”
“Yes?”
“I wish to speak to Lady Kamo privately”
With one signal, Uraume, alongside all the attendants, including Haku, all leave through the door behind you. One thud, and the door closes as well.
“I am simply curious, my lord” You don’t let him speak before you, cutting straight to the chase.
“Hm? Curious about what?” he pours himself a cup of green tea, scents of jasmine filling up your nostrils from the strong aroma.
“Do you not have many other duties to attend to, as the great emperor of our nation?”
“That might be the first time you’ve addressed me so respectfully”
“Answer me”
He chuckles, in a way that’s telling you to be careful with your words.
“A-apologies, my lord” You can’t help but stammer at the sudden change of atmosphere, slightly breaking down your tough front you’ve shown up with. “Please do tell me, my lord”
“If this is your lead as to why I called upon you today, it won’t work,” he takes a sip of his tea “I already told you why this was necessary, or must I repeat it to you?”
“What? Just to see me? You cannot be serious–”
“I didn’t think such a high-ranking concubine could not comprehend such easy sentences”
“Why am I ranked that high, might I ask?” You raise your voice just a bit louder “Why am I even here, my lord?”
He looks up from his cup, stopping for a second.
“I mean it is nonsensical, truly; I failed all the tests to be here, I do not treat you as gracefully as the other concubines do, and I understand agreements with my clan might be of reason, but I could have stayed a middle-rank”
“Lady Kamo-”
“I failed everything! The nocturnal tests, the mannerisms, I had even failed the purity test! Yet, you rank me high, and you call me here, just to see me”
He doesn’t try to interrupt you anymore, just sips his jasmine tea and stares at you with some sort of admiration in his eyes, and it’s only driving you insane.
“I truly cannot understand you! I’m just supposed to sit around all day and bear your children, and that is all I will be known for?! I am so much more than that–”
“How so?”
You gulp.
“How so, m’lady?”
You look down at the empty plate in front of you, and don’t even notice how you’ve stood up and slammed your hands on the table during your yelling.
“Ohhh, don’t be so shy now”
He stands up and makes eye contact with you, crimson red eyes burning through your skull.
“What happened to all that confidence? I think you got it in you, Lady Kamo”
Your lips part.
“Or should I say, Sorcerer?”
Fuck.
“I don’t know what you mean there, my lord”
“Oh, now you want to call me that, huh?” he drags his finger across the edge of the table as he walks slowly to you “I think you are fully aware of what I mean”
You're tapping your finger on the table, and running through a million ways to say something, anything to change his mind, but none are sufficient.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“I too am fully aware of your cursed technique, Kamo”
The closer he’s getting, the stronger his menacing aura is, which was so unlike before. This was a threat. Voice low and husky, he’s inching closer to you in slow but long strides, close enough to make you shudder in fear. And it’s making you angry at the sheer fact that you’re intimidated.
“So to answer your question,” he gets close enough so his mouth is right at your ear, his warm breath brushing away the threads of your hairpin, tickling your neck “, That is why you are here, m’lady”
“Don’t call me that”
This time, he actually takes off the hairpin, hair falling out of place. He studies the intricate design of it, continuing to tell you of the secret you thought you were doing well at hiding.
“Blood manipulation techniques always intrigued me, you know?” Fingers trace the ridges of the pin “How lucky I am to meet one who can”
Sarcasm seethes through every word.
“Who would’ve thought the Kamo clan was generous enough to give me their best sorcerer as well? What a delight this is!”
Generous, my ass. You thought.
“Don’t you worry about a thing, my lady”
“I said don’t call me that”
“I don’t care for what you have to say”
You glare at him, with the same stare from before, squaring up to him and attempting to snatch the hairpin from one of his four arms, but he never let go of his grasp.
“For someone who was given up to me, you seem pretty damn loyal to your clan”
“Give it to me”
“Whatever happened to formalities, m’lady?” he smirks so devilishly, and you’re no match for him in trying to take the pin.
“I think we’re way past that”
He yanks the hairpin, pulling you in close, causing you to stumble into him just a bit. But it doesn’t cause him to move one bit.
“No one else is aware of your abilities, you need not worry–” his warm breath fans your face, sharp black marks trailing across his cheeks.
“I can make it aware”
“Are you trying to threaten me?” he scoffs “How adorable”
Sure, if you had tried to fight him, you'd have known it would be an easy match for him. If you had tried to use any technique, he would most likely have killed you in a second.
You were helpless.
You drop your hand, looking down, muttering some form of apology, but you’re stopped. He lifts your chin with his finger, the arm of his robe falling to his elbow, revealing more black marks stretching up his body.
“I could not care less if you made your techniques known in the palace, you know why, m’lady?”
You don’t answer, looking up at him with eyes full of an emotion mixed with anger and despair.
You would think fear would be one of those emotions, but for some reason that was cancelled out by some strange sort of tension in the air between the two of you. Tension you knew had something to do with the pang in your chest.
“Because at the end of the day,” he shows you the hairpin with one hand, then puts it in the pocket of your dress, his warm hand grazing against your skin through the fabric. He so gently tucks your hair behind your ear, leans down, and says in a voice so low it makes you stand still.
“You’re still mine”
SUKUNA’S POV (?)
Sukuna was well aware of your cursed techniques from the beginning.
When the Kamo clan first approached him after coronation, they had mentioned several skilled users of their specialised technique which could be of use to him in his search for killing sorcerers. But they weren’t just mentioning them; they were selling them to him.
Of course, when they had mentioned them, he was interested and made a deal with them for two sorcerers. However, both of them hadn’t kept up to Sukuna’s standard and failed orders they were given to kill those of the Gojo clan, due to rumours of a Six Eyes user possibly being born into the family.
As an apology, the clan was willing to give you to him as a concubine. And you were completely unaware of all this.
The reason you had even shown up to the imperial palace was that your parents told you that you were finally going to be able to perform your cursed techniques for the nation, but soon after that, you realised it was all just one big lie.
You were used as an apology.
But even though all of this had happened, Sukuna found you to be the most interesting woman he’s ever laid his eyes on. The only woman who dared to defy him. Dared to show him attitude. Dared to raise their chin when they spoke to him.
He found it entertaining.
He found it slightly arousing too.
It was already a given that he found you to be beautiful. The second you had walked in, it shocked him that a Kamo member could have been so stunning in front of his eyes. The way you spoke to him, the way you tried to sabotage the tests even though you were better than the other concubines, your boldness- it just made him more enthralled.
But more than that, the way you looked at him with a certain kind of admiration was so foreign to him.
His daily life since he became the king of curses consisted of people bowing down to him, shuddering in fear, and speaking in low, quiet tones. People whispering and making a grimace whenever he passed by. And of course, he loved that – he worked hard to gain that reaction.
But something about the way your eyes twinkled a little when you studied his frame made him feel a tug in his chest; it made his face feel warm and send a wave of shock down his spine. The way your pretty head tilted when you first saw his arms, his marks, and his mouth on his stomach was unlike any other.
It made him…flustered.
An emotion he wasn’t accustomed to.
So now when you look up at him, as you try to take your hairpin out of his grasp, he’s doing his best to not flicker his eyes to your lips inches away from him. To not inhale the mesmerising scent of you when he got close. To not melt whenever you looked up at him and fluttered your pretty lashes.
He’s irritated at himself; how can a mere sorceress make him feel like this? A mere mortal?
His plan when the agreement was set in motion was to keep you as a low-rank concubine that he would never visit, which would eventually lead you to be forgotten and lost in the history books. But seeing you changed the whole deal for him.
And once he uttered the words that you were his, he confirmed that you really had no way of leaving him.
He would do anything to make sure you stayed his.
Only his.
END OF POV
When they told you about a welcome ceremony, you didn’t think that included the entire palace. Hundreds of people collected to come see the concubines of Lord Sukuna, and the supposed high-ranking concubine after only two weeks of residing in the imperial palace.
Sitting on a stage behind a table, a few feet beside Sukuna and the other concubines was already overwhelming, let alone the crowd of people staring at you and whispering little things to each other. Some you could hear that made your blood boil.
“Concubine Haku must be satisfying our Lord Sukuna in the bedroom to be a high-rank already?”
“Does she already have an heir for our Lord? So soon?”
“I hear she did not pass the purity test, our Lord is soooo understanding!”
It was all just Lord Sukuna, Lord Sukuna, Lord Sukuna ringing in your ears, and being someone to make babies for him and satisfy him. Not a single one thinking about the fact that you’re hearing them spout this shit from their mouths.
You stab your fork into your plate and take a bite from the carefully designed dishes, trying to ignore the gaze you know is coming from beside you, not a care in the world for ‘manners’. He wasn’t going to let you leave anyway, was he?
Yesterday’s meeting keeps replaying in your head.
“You’re still mine”
What nerve did he have to say that to you? Who knows for how long he’s known about your cursed technique, and it doesn’t even seem to bother him. If at all, he actually likes the fact that a concubine has combat skill.
“You’re still mine”
Is he well? Maybe this is his way of patronising your clan, not like your clan would actually care. Darting your eyes over to the table on your right, your family and other members all sat together, laughing and having such a lovely time, feasting on the buffet in front of them. Not once did they make eye contact with you. Shame and betrayal in your eyes was all they would see. You look down at your plate, your appetite diminishing with each thought that troubles your mind.
“You’re still mine”
You stand up from the table, and everyone stops talking.
Taking a bow, you turn around and start walking away, grabbing onto your dress to be able to walk faster. Steps turn into strides, and before you knew it, adrenaline and the mix of emotions tightening at your chest were making you run. Haku’s voice calling out to you is fading away with every step you take, causing you to just run faster.
You didn’t even know where you were heading, just utter confusion and betrayal from your clan leading you to empty palace grounds, moonlight reflecting off gold-tainted roofs and decorations.
None of this mattered anymore, did it? You were actually stuck being a concubine and had nowhere to go. Stuck with this stupid and weirdly built emperor everyone respected.
“Care to explain why you left so hastily, my lady?”
Speak of the devil.
“Leave me be,” your voice is cracking “Have I not disrespected you enough?”
He hesitates for a moment, looking at you with a face of concern, with your back turned against him. He opens his mouth to say something but takes a deep breath instead.
“Would you please just stay until the ceremony is over?”
Never has he been so kind enough to use the word ‘please’, let alone ask you to come back after leaving in front of basically half the nation. He set his pride aside - one of the few times he has.
“Since it is just the two of us here, may I be the first to say it, my lord?” You turn around to face him with glassy eyes, and his lips slightly part, looking at you.
He hates himself for it, but you were so stunning standing in front of him under the moonlight, that it’s actually got him speechless – wind brushing the hair away from your face, and your dress flawlessly blending with the leaves dancing around you. As a tear falls down your eyes, he clenches his fists, all four of them, to stop himself from trying to wipe it away. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion due to the prolonged silence, and he finally manages to get his words out.
“What. What is it?” he clears his throat
You cross your arms,
"You really do irritate every part of my being."
He smirks.
“I absolutely cannot stand you”
He smiles.
"I will do everything to make you regret ever calling me yours."
You don’t think you’ve seen such a wicked grin in your entire life.
“I would love to see you try, my lady”
You hate how much those last two words makes your face flush, no matter how much you despised him.
He looks over to your hair “But I think I’ve already gained the upper hand with your hair styling decisions”
Thanks for that, Haku.
“It was for formalities-”
“We’re way past that, are we not?”
A moment of silence passes, and you’re taken aback by his memory.
“Yes, we are”
“But since you do care about formalities,” he stretches one of his hands out “, How about you take up my offer and behave for this one night?”
Swallowing every bit of pride, you put your hand in his; surprisingly, his hand is rough and warm, large fingers wrapping around yours.
“I suppose so…just this once” Rolling your eyes, you turn around so you don’t have to face him, and he takes you back to the welcome ceremony where that whole interaction arose new questions.
“I’m busy”
“But Lady Kamo-”
“I have had it! Tell him I’m busy”
It’s been a month.
A month of absolute annoyance from the stupid emperor himself.
Constantly calling you into the palace for his own secret enjoyment of seeing you, arguing with you all over again, and you dismissing yourself, storming out of the palace every single time.
It made you truly ponder if he had any other duties outside of pissing you off whenever he got the chance. Not only is he continuing to call upon you, but he isn’t giving you any time to even think about leaving or possibly escaping this palace.
Every meeting just led to another useless quarrel:
“I will be retreating to my quarters”
“Whatever happened to calling me those sweet words I love so much?”
“I will not entertain you with your foolish requests”
“Oh, have I meddled with your fragile pride, my lady?”
“You…you bastard, you truly think your words can so easily affect my-”
And he’s really loving every bit of it.
The way you’re getting more confident in speaking to him so informally, your pretty eyes lingering on his mouths and arms a little longer than usual, tough front crumbling every time he utters ‘my lady ’–he notices it.
He noticed everything.
And the insatiable man he is, he wants more. So much more.
Whatever he’s doing has turned into some form of obsessive behaviour.
He made it his new profound hobby to keep you around him to the best of his ability, and all the higher-ups have started to notice how distracted the great emperor is - putting aside his royal duties for a concubine to which they all assumed the constant meetings would end in the span of a week, or after he’s bedded her. Uraume and his other attendants have also been concerned with the emperor choosing not to visit any of the other concubines who eagerly wait for his arrival, but chooses you every single day.
He’s long forgotten your threat to try and leave the palace, with the confirmation that you will be his favourite until further notice.
So for the very first time, he requests to see you in your quarters, and now here he was.
Of course, you hadn’t approved of this visit, but did any of you care for that anymore? Even your attendants had become well prepared with the sudden change of plans happening in your corner of the palace.
You hear a knock on the door.
Looking over to the blurry mirror in front of you, you take a second to look at the seductive gown your attendants have put you in, which you had to fight with Haku to try to wear the usual comfy nightgown you wear, but it didn’t work.
But you weren’t completely opposed to this either. Crimson red fabric hugged your figure, a tight matching corset accentuating your waist along with daring slits in the long cloth revealing your legs. Hair let loose and breasts definitely spilling out of the corset you’ve been squeezed into by around five attendants altogether.
How would he react to seeing you like this?
Tracing your hand across the hard ridges of the corset, a part of the thread from behind tangles in between your fingers. You can only imagine how his hands might feel around you, tugging and taking this off while he held onto your thighs and pleasured you at the same time, muscles pressed up against you while he’s kissing and wrapping his big tongue around–
You slap your face to snap yourself out of it.
What the fuck was that?! You thought. He was getting in your head, and you hated it. You hated how good of a fucking thought it was.
Clearing your throat, you calm down and call him in.
He opens the door, and it closes behind him, one of the few times you two have been alone since the ceremony.
You sit on the edge of the bed, meddling with your fingers as you look up at him, multiple little candles being the only form of light in the room.
"You have some audacity to stand before me after I denied your request"
He blinks once. Twice.
Red eyes rake over your entire body, taking his own sweet time too. His lips part - a sign of absolute awe - wicked smile fading away with every inch of you he looked at.
He gulps. Yes, gulps.
For a man who’s encountered over a hundred sorcerers and won against every single one, a man who’s taken great pride in being the strongest, a man who was a ruler of an entire nation - was absolutely, and completely defeated standing here before you. There was no word worthy enough to describe how you looked to him, your pretty, frowning face looking up at him and tilting your head in confusion.
It drove him crazy. Utterly insane.
“What are you doing to me?” He mutters under his breath, so hush you didn’t hear him.
“Pardon?”
“N-no, I did not say anything”
“I think you did, and was that a stutter, my lord?”
God, you saying that in a state like this was truly mesmerising.
“Perhaps it was,” he clears his throat “From how you are dressed, have you finally come to your senses and accepted your role as my concubine?”
You roll your eyes.
"This selection of clothing was not of my choosing, and as for my role–"
"I would not call the choice a poor one"
He responds quickly, taking you aback, that unusual tension that’s been building for the past month present between the two of you - thick enough to cut glass.
“Must you always interrupt me?”
“Why, yes” he walks up to you, and you look up at him; he looks much bigger from this angle, much more intimidating, and those filthy thoughts you had from before just won’t stop flooding your head.
“Must you always try to intimidate me?”
“Oh, I am not trying, my lady”
You stand up, never leaving his eyes, the familiar addictive scent of musk and sandalwood filling your nostrils so close to you. He’s so close, you think your nose might just brush against his.
“And must you,” you reach out to his robe, touching the thin black lining of it, the mouth on his stomach twitching at your action “, have such strong belief that I would ever submit to you?”
He chuckles, sucking onto his teeth as he stares you down, but suddenly puts his hand out to your neck. It’s gentle at first, rough fingertips grazing across your skin until it turns into a hold, and he brings you close enough so his mouth is on your ear.
“Submit?” he lifts his head so his face grazes yours “I think you may be getting ahead of yourself in your lewd, impure thoughts”
The mouth on his stomach licks the corset of your dress slowly, humming in satisfaction at the taste of the cold material on its tongue. It makes you gasp and shudder at the odd sensation.
“You mean to tell me, you do not feel the slightest bit of curiosity?”
Two hands land on your waist, flushing you against his hard frame. His breath is warm against your ear as he whispers the question he's been meaning to ask in forever–
“Do you feel the way I feel?”
Another hand reaches out to tuck your hair behind your ear, and he pulls back to look at you, his red orbs now a dark scarlet, his jaw clenching so hard you think his teeth might break, and he grunts ever so slightly.
Before you can do anything, maybe even lean in, maybe finally get a taste of what’s been on your mind, he steps back, leaving you cold and panting for air.
“I shall take my leave then” There’s a slight smirk on his face right before he turns around to the door.
“My lord-”
“Good night, m'lady”
And the door slams before you.
Fuck.
⋆✮ a/n: why is he so hot like…pass the controller if u aint ab this girl like..? (not me dissing my own shit bye) BUT im sososo excited for the next one yall its bout to be EXTRA freaky. ANYWAYS, hope you pretties liked it lmk what u think as always, and i love you mwahhh
˙⋆✮ synopsis: Trapped in the imperial palace as his concubine, you have one goal: make the Emperor regret it. Sukuna, however, finds you far more entertaining than any woman he's ever met. Maybe more than that.
˙⋆✮ cw: MDNI 18+ (eventually lol), ogform!sukuna x concubine!f!reader, heian era, (apothecary diaries inspired), ETL, plot/dialogue heavy, reader has a complicated family, he's DOWN BAD, explicit language, slowburn, tension, plot twist (?), he's obsessed, dual pov, VERY suggestive content, smut in next part (#freaky) master.list
˙⋆✮ w/c: 5.1k
˙⋆✮ a/n: TYSM FOR 200 FOLLOWERS AA!!! i love every single one of u <333
“How are these any different?!”
The whole day has consisted of you choosing fabric for an outfit for the grand welcome ceremony of the concubines, that is, as a high-ranked concubine as well.
Typically, after bearing children for the emperor, only then are you given a rank, although, as a daughter of the Kamo clan, you figured this was why you were selected. You would see your family, your clan, everyone you grew up with at this ceremony. A clan you thought would consider you family, and one day, someday, you had this little inkling of hope that you may even lead the clan.
But no, you were sent off to be a concubine.
The word itself managed to enrage you. You were so much more than that. Being taught what concubines did for the nation- the whole strengthening of political ties for the betterment of the people was utter bullshit to you. You ultimatem was that you were merely placed here to have babies and keep the emperor satisfied.
Keep him satisfied.
The idea never sat right with you, and the Kamo clan knew this, but of course that wasn’t your choice. What a cursed thing it was to be the only daughter.
As a last resort, you thought sabotaging all these stupid tests placed by Sukuna himself- intelligence, behaviour, health and everything else would help you get out.
One of the health tests even checked for virginity, to which you refused to check, every fibre of your being rejecting how outrageous that this was something that needed to be checked. You did your best to get out of it, but your clan members just kept chanting in your ear–
Do it for the clan. Do it for our people.
Strangely enough, you had failed the test, even though you truly were a virgin. But somehow, you had managed to make it through even after that.
Was there any way to leave?
Even if you did…would your clan take you back?
Questions that have been in your head all day, only frustrating you more and more, but here you were, selecting three shades of pink cotton fabric you swore were the same.
“Urgh, just select what you think is suitable, please” You shine a smile to the attendants eagerly waiting for a response, and their smiles drop as soon as you say those words “You know what, I prefer the last one”
“Thank you, Lady Kamo! We will inform the tailors immediately,” your head lady-in-waiting, Haku, says as she scurries along, and a new set of attendants show up, placing jewellery on your skin to see which would suit the dress. Multiple preparations and all that’s running through your head is how to get out of this mess. Your attendants were extremely kind, the only thing helping you feel a bit at ease from this whole thing, but it was still troubling you.
“Lady Kamo, may I please enter? It is quite urgent,” a voice you identified as your guard eunuch said at the door.
“Yes–”
“Lady Kamo is busy” Haku cuts you off, widening her eyes at the jewellery on your hands.
“Apologies, but as I said, it is quite an urgent matter”
“Whatever you must say, please just say it”
“As you wish, Haku” he drags the last word “The emperor wishes to see Lady Kamo tomorrow evening at his palace for tea”
“Tea?!” you shriek, standing up from your seat, all the placed jewellery on you falling and attendants swiftly picking each one up.
“But- but the ceremony is the day after, a-and there’s so many preparations, and I need to get measurements and purchase perfumes and speak to the other attendants and-”
“Haku”, you place a hand on her shoulder “Don’t worry, I will make sure it will be no less than five minutes”
“Five minutes?”
“Yes,” you say loud enough so the guard can hear too “Thank you, Luomen. Please make sure the carriage is ready on time tomorrow”
“Of course, Lady Kamo. I bid you well” You hear footsteps of him leaving.
“My lady, please do not trouble yourself for my sake-”
“Oh, don’t you worry, Haku,” you sit back down, placing the jewellery back on your skin, putting on a bangle “Trust me, I wouldn’t want to spend more than five minutes with our great lord”
“Presenting, the Concubine Lady Kamo”
You walk into the room with the most beautiful light pink dress, accentuating your curves, tightly wrapped around your waist with a darker shade of pink. Hair and makeup done carefully by your attendants, but of course, with your clan hairpin placed in your hair regardless of how many times Haku asked you to change it.
It takes Sukuna just a second to take you all in, eyes darting to you the second you walk in, jaw clenching ever so slightly and an inhale he very much needed. Seeing you like this, like an actual Lady of the palace, his lady of the palace was just something he needed time to observe. The side of his lips curves upwards, a tongue in his cheek as he directs his eyes to the front of him.
He was sat at the end of an extremely long table, with your seat directly in front of him, and you counted roughly twenty attendants surrounding it, holding multiple dishes and types of tea. From this distance, he was far, but seemed so close. Something about this table made you uneasy with how he was directly in your vision.
“You need not trouble yourself with this many options for a simple evening tea, my lord”, you say as you sit down, Haku standing beside you.
“How considerate of you, my lady”
My lady?!
My lady.
It slid off his tongue so easily. So annoyingly seductive. You clear your throat.
“However, I can assure you it was no trouble for my staff,” he puts both his hands up “I am the Emperor after all”
How cocky.
“Right,” you sit back into your chair “Might I ask why you invited me for tea when the ceremony is tomorrow, oh great emperor?”
You can almost feel how in shock the entire staff is, mostly radiating off Haku, trembling in fear right next to you.
“I have no particular reason,” he leans forward “I simply wished to see you”
Sukuna was the type of man who saw no point in lying. And it was true. He did just want to see you. He literally had no excuse to call upon you today, and since he clearly always gets what he wants, the ceremony was of no concern to him.
“That is oh so sweet of you, my lord, but I have many preparations to be made for tomorrow, and I do not have time-”
“I think we had this conversation previously, have we not?”
“Yes, we have, but I think you’ve misconstrued me”
“Oh really?”
“Yes”
There’s a moment of silence. Both of you looking at each other, holding back words you know you shouldn’t say inside a royal palace where there are ears everywhere. Mostly you holding back.
“Uraume?”
“Yes?”
“I wish to speak to Lady Kamo privately”
With one signal, Uraume, alongside all the attendants, including Haku, all leave through the door behind you. One thud, and the door closes as well.
“I am simply curious, my lord” You don’t let him speak before you, cutting straight to the chase.
“Hm? Curious about what?” he pours himself a cup of green tea, scents of jasmine filling up your nostrils from the strong aroma.
“Do you not have many other duties to attend to, as the great emperor of our nation?”
“That might be the first time you’ve addressed me so respectfully”
“Answer me”
He chuckles, in a way that’s telling you to be careful with your words.
“A-apologies, my lord” You can’t help but stammer at the sudden change of atmosphere, slightly breaking down your tough front you’ve shown up with. “Please do tell me, my lord”
“If this is your lead as to why I called upon you today, it won’t work,” he takes a sip of his tea “I already told you why this was necessary, or must I repeat it to you?”
“What? Just to see me? You cannot be serious–”
“I didn’t think such a high-ranking concubine could not comprehend such easy sentences”
“Why am I ranked that high, might I ask?” You raise your voice just a bit louder “Why am I even here, my lord?”
He looks up from his cup, stopping for a second.
“I mean it is nonsensical, truly; I failed all the tests to be here, I do not treat you as gracefully as the other concubines do, and I understand agreements with my clan might be of reason, but I could have stayed a middle-rank”
“Lady Kamo-”
“I failed everything! The nocturnal tests, the mannerisms, I had even failed the purity test! Yet, you rank me high, and you call me here, just to see me”
He doesn’t try to interrupt you anymore, just sips his jasmine tea and stares at you with some sort of admiration in his eyes, and it’s only driving you insane.
“I truly cannot understand you! I’m just supposed to sit around all day and bear your children, and that is all I will be known for?! I am so much more than that–”
“How so?”
You gulp.
“How so, m’lady?”
You look down at the empty plate in front of you, and don’t even notice how you’ve stood up and slammed your hands on the table during your yelling.
“Ohhh, don’t be so shy now”
He stands up and makes eye contact with you, crimson red eyes burning through your skull.
“What happened to all that confidence? I think you got it in you, Lady Kamo”
Your lips part.
“Or should I say, Sorcerer?”
Fuck.
“I don’t know what you mean there, my lord”
“Oh, now you want to call me that, huh?” he drags his finger across the edge of the table as he walks slowly to you “I think you are fully aware of what I mean”
You're tapping your finger on the table, and running through a million ways to say something, anything to change his mind, but none are sufficient.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“I too am fully aware of your cursed technique, Kamo”
The closer he’s getting, the stronger his menacing aura is, which was so unlike before. This was a threat. Voice low and husky, he’s inching closer to you in slow but long strides, close enough to make you shudder in fear. And it’s making you angry at the sheer fact that you’re intimidated.
“So to answer your question,” he gets close enough so his mouth is right at your ear, his warm breath brushing away the threads of your hairpin, tickling your neck “, That is why you are here, m’lady”
“Don’t call me that”
This time, he actually takes off the hairpin, hair falling out of place. He studies the intricate design of it, continuing to tell you of the secret you thought you were doing well at hiding.
“Blood manipulation techniques always intrigued me, you know?” Fingers trace the ridges of the pin “How lucky I am to meet one who can”
Sarcasm seethes through every word.
“Who would’ve thought the Kamo clan was generous enough to give me their best sorcerer as well? What a delight this is!”
Generous, my ass. You thought.
“Don’t you worry about a thing, my lady”
“I said don’t call me that”
“I don’t care for what you have to say”
You glare at him, with the same stare from before, squaring up to him and attempting to snatch the hairpin from one of his four arms, but he never let go of his grasp.
“For someone who was given up to me, you seem pretty damn loyal to your clan”
“Give it to me”
“Whatever happened to formalities, m’lady?” he smirks so devilishly, and you’re no match for him in trying to take the pin.
“I think we’re way past that”
He yanks the hairpin, pulling you in close, causing you to stumble into him just a bit. But it doesn’t cause him to move one bit.
“No one else is aware of your abilities, you need not worry–” his warm breath fans your face, sharp black marks trailing across his cheeks.
“I can make it aware”
“Are you trying to threaten me?” he scoffs “How adorable”
Sure, if you had tried to fight him, you'd have known it would be an easy match for him. If you had tried to use any technique, he would most likely have killed you in a second.
You were helpless.
You drop your hand, looking down, muttering some form of apology, but you’re stopped. He lifts your chin with his finger, the arm of his robe falling to his elbow, revealing more black marks stretching up his body.
“I could not care less if you made your techniques known in the palace, you know why, m’lady?”
You don’t answer, looking up at him with eyes full of an emotion mixed with anger and despair.
You would think fear would be one of those emotions, but for some reason that was cancelled out by some strange sort of tension in the air between the two of you. Tension you knew had something to do with the pang in your chest.
“Because at the end of the day,” he shows you the hairpin with one hand, then puts it in the pocket of your dress, his warm hand grazing against your skin through the fabric. He so gently tucks your hair behind your ear, leans down, and says in a voice so low it makes you stand still.
“You’re still mine”
SUKUNA’S POV (?)
Sukuna was well aware of your cursed techniques from the beginning.
When the Kamo clan first approached him after coronation, they had mentioned several skilled users of their specialised technique which could be of use to him in his search for killing sorcerers. But they weren’t just mentioning them; they were selling them to him.
Of course, when they had mentioned them, he was interested and made a deal with them for two sorcerers. However, both of them hadn’t kept up to Sukuna’s standard and failed orders they were given to kill those of the Gojo clan, due to rumours of a Six Eyes user possibly being born into the family.
As an apology, the clan was willing to give you to him as a concubine. And you were completely unaware of all this.
The reason you had even shown up to the imperial palace was that your parents told you that you were finally going to be able to perform your cursed techniques for the nation, but soon after that, you realised it was all just one big lie.
You were used as an apology.
But even though all of this had happened, Sukuna found you to be the most interesting woman he’s ever laid his eyes on. The only woman who dared to defy him. Dared to show him attitude. Dared to raise their chin when they spoke to him.
He found it entertaining.
He found it slightly arousing too.
It was already a given that he found you to be beautiful. The second you had walked in, it shocked him that a Kamo member could have been so stunning in front of his eyes. The way you spoke to him, the way you tried to sabotage the tests even though you were better than the other concubines, your boldness- it just made him more enthralled.
But more than that, the way you looked at him with a certain kind of admiration was so foreign to him.
His daily life since he became the king of curses consisted of people bowing down to him, shuddering in fear, and speaking in low, quiet tones. People whispering and making a grimace whenever he passed by. And of course, he loved that – he worked hard to gain that reaction.
But something about the way your eyes twinkled a little when you studied his frame made him feel a tug in his chest; it made his face feel warm and send a wave of shock down his spine. The way your pretty head tilted when you first saw his arms, his marks, and his mouth on his stomach was unlike any other.
It made him…flustered.
An emotion he wasn’t accustomed to.
So now when you look up at him, as you try to take your hairpin out of his grasp, he’s doing his best to not flicker his eyes to your lips inches away from him. To not inhale the mesmerising scent of you when he got close. To not melt whenever you looked up at him and fluttered your pretty lashes.
He’s irritated at himself; how can a mere sorceress make him feel like this? A mere mortal?
His plan when the agreement was set in motion was to keep you as a low-rank concubine that he would never visit, which would eventually lead you to be forgotten and lost in the history books. But seeing you changed the whole deal for him.
And once he uttered the words that you were his, he confirmed that you really had no way of leaving him.
He would do anything to make sure you stayed his.
Only his.
END OF POV
When they told you about a welcome ceremony, you didn’t think that included the entire palace. Hundreds of people collected to come see the concubines of Lord Sukuna, and the supposed high-ranking concubine after only two weeks of residing in the imperial palace.
Sitting on a stage behind a table, a few feet beside Sukuna and the other concubines was already overwhelming, let alone the crowd of people staring at you and whispering little things to each other. Some you could hear that made your blood boil.
“Concubine Haku must be satisfying our Lord Sukuna in the bedroom to be a high-rank already?”
“Does she already have an heir for our Lord? So soon?”
“I hear she did not pass the purity test, our Lord is soooo understanding!”
It was all just Lord Sukuna, Lord Sukuna, Lord Sukuna ringing in your ears, and being someone to make babies for him and satisfy him. Not a single one thinking about the fact that you’re hearing them spout this shit from their mouths.
You stab your fork into your plate and take a bite from the carefully designed dishes, trying to ignore the gaze you know is coming from beside you, not a care in the world for ‘manners’. He wasn’t going to let you leave anyway, was he?
Yesterday’s meeting keeps replaying in your head.
“You’re still mine”
What nerve did he have to say that to you? Who knows for how long he’s known about your cursed technique, and it doesn’t even seem to bother him. If at all, he actually likes the fact that a concubine has combat skill.
“You’re still mine”
Is he well? Maybe this is his way of patronising your clan, not like your clan would actually care. Darting your eyes over to the table on your right, your family and other members all sat together, laughing and having such a lovely time, feasting on the buffet in front of them. Not once did they make eye contact with you. Shame and betrayal in your eyes was all they would see. You look down at your plate, your appetite diminishing with each thought that troubles your mind.
“You’re still mine”
You stand up from the table, and everyone stops talking.
Taking a bow, you turn around and start walking away, grabbing onto your dress to be able to walk faster. Steps turn into strides, and before you knew it, adrenaline and the mix of emotions tightening at your chest were making you run. Haku’s voice calling out to you is fading away with every step you take, causing you to just run faster.
You didn’t even know where you were heading, just utter confusion and betrayal from your clan leading you to empty palace grounds, moonlight reflecting off gold-tainted roofs and decorations.
None of this mattered anymore, did it? You were actually stuck being a concubine and had nowhere to go. Stuck with this stupid and weirdly built emperor everyone respected.
“Care to explain why you left so hastily, my lady?”
Speak of the devil.
“Leave me be,” your voice is cracking “Have I not disrespected you enough?”
He hesitates for a moment, looking at you with a face of concern, with your back turned against him. He opens his mouth to say something but takes a deep breath instead.
“Would you please just stay until the ceremony is over?”
Never has he been so kind enough to use the word ‘please’, let alone ask you to come back after leaving in front of basically half the nation. He set his pride aside - one of the few times he has.
“Since it is just the two of us here, may I be the first to say it, my lord?” You turn around to face him with glassy eyes, and his lips slightly part, looking at you.
He hates himself for it, but you were so stunning standing in front of him under the moonlight, that it’s actually got him speechless – wind brushing the hair away from your face, and your dress flawlessly blending with the leaves dancing around you. As a tear falls down your eyes, he clenches his fists, all four of them, to stop himself from trying to wipe it away. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion due to the prolonged silence, and he finally manages to get his words out.
“What. What is it?” he clears his throat
You cross your arms,
"You really do irritate every part of my being."
He smirks.
“I absolutely cannot stand you”
He smiles.
"I will do everything to make you regret ever calling me yours."
You don’t think you’ve seen such a wicked grin in your entire life.
“I would love to see you try, my lady”
You hate how much those last two words makes your face flush, no matter how much you despised him.
He looks over to your hair “But I think I’ve already gained the upper hand with your hair styling decisions”
Thanks for that, Haku.
“It was for formalities-”
“We’re way past that, are we not?”
A moment of silence passes, and you’re taken aback by his memory.
“Yes, we are”
“But since you do care about formalities,” he stretches one of his hands out “, How about you take up my offer and behave for this one night?”
Swallowing every bit of pride, you put your hand in his; surprisingly, his hand is rough and warm, large fingers wrapping around yours.
“I suppose so…just this once” Rolling your eyes, you turn around so you don’t have to face him, and he takes you back to the welcome ceremony where that whole interaction arose new questions.
“I’m busy”
“But Lady Kamo-”
“I have had it! Tell him I’m busy”
It’s been a month.
A month of absolute annoyance from the stupid emperor himself.
Constantly calling you into the palace for his own secret enjoyment of seeing you, arguing with you all over again, and you dismissing yourself, storming out of the palace every single time.
It made you truly ponder if he had any other duties outside of pissing you off whenever he got the chance. Not only is he continuing to call upon you, but he isn’t giving you any time to even think about leaving or possibly escaping this palace.
Every meeting just led to another useless quarrel:
“I will be retreating to my quarters”
“Whatever happened to calling me those sweet words I love so much?”
“I will not entertain you with your foolish requests”
“Oh, have I meddled with your fragile pride, my lady?”
“You…you bastard, you truly think your words can so easily affect my-”
And he’s really loving every bit of it.
The way you’re getting more confident in speaking to him so informally, your pretty eyes lingering on his mouths and arms a little longer than usual, tough front crumbling every time he utters ‘my lady ’–he notices it.
He noticed everything.
And the insatiable man he is, he wants more. So much more.
Whatever he’s doing has turned into some form of obsessive behaviour.
He made it his new profound hobby to keep you around him to the best of his ability, and all the higher-ups have started to notice how distracted the great emperor is - putting aside his royal duties for a concubine to which they all assumed the constant meetings would end in the span of a week, or after he’s bedded her. Uraume and his other attendants have also been concerned with the emperor choosing not to visit any of the other concubines who eagerly wait for his arrival, but chooses you every single day.
He’s long forgotten your threat to try and leave the palace, with the confirmation that you will be his favourite until further notice.
So for the very first time, he requests to see you in your quarters, and now here he was.
Of course, you hadn’t approved of this visit, but did any of you care for that anymore? Even your attendants had become well prepared with the sudden change of plans happening in your corner of the palace.
You hear a knock on the door.
Looking over to the blurry mirror in front of you, you take a second to look at the seductive gown your attendants have put you in, which you had to fight with Haku to try to wear the usual comfy nightgown you wear, but it didn’t work.
But you weren’t completely opposed to this either. Crimson red fabric hugged your figure, a tight matching corset accentuating your waist along with daring slits in the long cloth revealing your legs. Hair let loose and breasts definitely spilling out of the corset you’ve been squeezed into by around five attendants altogether.
How would he react to seeing you like this?
Tracing your hand across the hard ridges of the corset, a part of the thread from behind tangles in between your fingers. You can only imagine how his hands might feel around you, tugging and taking this off while he held onto your thighs and pleasured you at the same time, muscles pressed up against you while he’s kissing and wrapping his big tongue around–
You slap your face to snap yourself out of it.
What the fuck was that?! You thought. He was getting in your head, and you hated it. You hated how good of a fucking thought it was.
Clearing your throat, you calm down and call him in.
He opens the door, and it closes behind him, one of the few times you two have been alone since the ceremony.
You sit on the edge of the bed, meddling with your fingers as you look up at him, multiple little candles being the only form of light in the room.
"You have some audacity to stand before me after I denied your request"
He blinks once. Twice.
Red eyes rake over your entire body, taking his own sweet time too. His lips part - a sign of absolute awe - wicked smile fading away with every inch of you he looked at.
He gulps. Yes, gulps.
For a man who’s encountered over a hundred sorcerers and won against every single one, a man who’s taken great pride in being the strongest, a man who was a ruler of an entire nation - was absolutely, and completely defeated standing here before you. There was no word worthy enough to describe how you looked to him, your pretty, frowning face looking up at him and tilting your head in confusion.
It drove him crazy. Utterly insane.
“What are you doing to me?” He mutters under his breath, so hush you didn’t hear him.
“Pardon?”
“N-no, I did not say anything”
“I think you did, and was that a stutter, my lord?”
God, you saying that in a state like this was truly mesmerising.
“Perhaps it was,” he clears his throat “From how you are dressed, have you finally come to your senses and accepted your role as my concubine?”
You roll your eyes.
"This selection of clothing was not of my choosing, and as for my role–"
"I would not call the choice a poor one"
He responds quickly, taking you aback, that unusual tension that’s been building for the past month present between the two of you - thick enough to cut glass.
“Must you always interrupt me?”
“Why, yes” he walks up to you, and you look up at him; he looks much bigger from this angle, much more intimidating, and those filthy thoughts you had from before just won’t stop flooding your head.
“Must you always try to intimidate me?”
“Oh, I am not trying, my lady”
You stand up, never leaving his eyes, the familiar addictive scent of musk and sandalwood filling your nostrils so close to you. He’s so close, you think your nose might just brush against his.
“And must you,” you reach out to his robe, touching the thin black lining of it, the mouth on his stomach twitching at your action “, have such strong belief that I would ever submit to you?”
He chuckles, sucking onto his teeth as he stares you down, but suddenly puts his hand out to your neck. It’s gentle at first, rough fingertips grazing across your skin until it turns into a hold, and he brings you close enough so his mouth is on your ear.
“Submit?” he lifts his head so his face grazes yours “I think you may be getting ahead of yourself in your lewd, impure thoughts”
The mouth on his stomach licks the corset of your dress slowly, humming in satisfaction at the taste of the cold material on its tongue. It makes you gasp and shudder at the odd sensation.
“You mean to tell me, you do not feel the slightest bit of curiosity?”
Two hands land on your waist, flushing you against his hard frame. His breath is warm against your ear as he whispers the question he's been meaning to ask in forever–
“Do you feel the way I feel?”
Another hand reaches out to tuck your hair behind your ear, and he pulls back to look at you, his red orbs now a dark scarlet, his jaw clenching so hard you think his teeth might break, and he grunts ever so slightly.
Before you can do anything, maybe even lean in, maybe finally get a taste of what’s been on your mind, he steps back, leaving you cold and panting for air.
“I shall take my leave then” There’s a slight smirk on his face right before he turns around to the door.
“My lord-”
“Good night, m'lady”
And the door slams before you.
Fuck.
⋆✮ a/n: why is he so hot like…pass the controller if u aint ab this girl like..? (not me dissing my own shit bye) BUT im sososo excited for the next one yall its bout to be EXTRA freaky. ANYWAYS, hope you pretties liked it lmk what u think as always, and i love you mwahhh
crying in toji’s big yummy arms after you fail an exam
this was the worst day on earth. walking home in the sweltering heat had incited sweat to break out all over you. your head was pounding from the constant in and out of air conditioning rooms.
and worst of all, you’d failed an exam that you’d spent countless nights studying for.
water had been filling your eyes the entire day but the tears had stayed in their place, until now.
you entered into the apartment after forcing the door to unlock by aggressively jamming your keys into the hole. walking in, ofcourse, your sleeve just had to catch onto the doorknob and make your keys fall with a loud clatter. your final straw.
your gaze is glued to the stupid keys on the floor when toji who had already been in the living room gets up to greet you.
“hi sweetheart, how was y’er day?” he asks, only to be met with glassy eyes and pink-tipped nose.
his eyebrows raise and he’s already wrapping his large muscle-packed arms around you, pulling you in for a tight hug. “woah baby, what the hell happened?”
he asks softly but the sobs that pour out of you take away your ability to properly answer. your arms hang limp at your sides as you bury your face into him, tears streaming down your cheeks.
the muscled arms around you only tighten and nearly swallow you whole—exactly what you needed after this shitty day.
“wanna talk about it, sweetheart?” he tries again, a warm big hand moving to rub the small of your back.
you hiccup slightly in between sobbing. “failed my—stupid fucking exam. and my head hurts. and I hate my life.” you mumble, letting out a watery laugh that crashes into another sob.
you’re crying and embarrassed, thinking about how your boyfriend is probably incredibly confused and possibly turned off and you failed your exam.
he lets go of you briefly to put your bag aside and help slide off your shoes before he’s scooping you up, taking you to the couch.
“poor baby, I’m sorry my sweet girl.” he murmurs, low and sincere. he sits with you in his lap and arms immediately wrap around you again like a stubborn vine.
you pout a little with quivering lips when he looks back at you to assess your expression. tears continuously stream down your face, leaving it wet and hot. “this is so dumb, I’m sorry.”
he has a stupidly endearing look on his face as he carefully tugs up the bottom of his shirt and wipes your face with the soft material. “it’s not dumb baby. fuck that exam and your shit professor.”
you nodded with a loud sniffle, a small smile threatening to crack. “yeah fuck him, he is shitty.”
toji’s lips lifted into a small soft smile. “mhm, that’s my girl.”
you snuggle into his arms and bury your face into the warmth of his shoulder. a sigh leaves you, he hugs you tighter. “thanks for being here while I’m a mess.”
a soft chuckle makes his body vibrate against you and he presses a few kisses to your temple. “‘m always here for my sweet girl, especially during her monthly meltdowns.”
you laugh weakly and hide your face in him, melting against his comforting hold. “shutup..”
How The King of Curses Treats You Differently (Headcanons)
➵ Sukuna lets you interrupt him. Sukuna has absolutely no patience for interruptions. Anyone who dares cut him off while he’s speaking would usually be met with a terrifying glare that instantly makes them regret it. But you? You can interrupt him without hesitation, even in the middle of an important conversation. Instead of silencing you, Sukuna pauses and lets you finish before continuing, leaving everyone else in the room completely stunned that you’re the only person who can get away with it.
➵ Sukuna lets you order him around. Sukuna doesn’t take orders from anyone. He is the King of Curses, and everyone knows better than to tell him what to do. Yet when you tell him to rest, eat, or stop being reckless, he’ll actually listen. He’ll click his tongue and complain about how demanding you are, but he still does what you asked because for some reason he can never say no to you.
➵ Sukuna lets you nap against him. Sukuna has never been someone who enjoys physical affection. Most people wouldn’t even dare stand close enough to touch him, knowing how easily he could cut their head off. But when you fall asleep beside him, he allows you to rest against him without complaint. He won’t move, won’t wake you up, and won’t push you away. Everyone around him knows that the fact he lets you sleep peacefully against him says more than any words ever could.
➵ Sukuna smirks when you tease him instead of getting angry. Sukuna is feared because nobody dares disrespect him. One wrong comment from anyone else would usually earn them a warning they wouldn’t forget. But when you tease him, mock his arrogance, or roll your eyes at his attitude, he doesn’t get angry. Instead, a small smirk appears on his face because your confidence entertains him more than it annoys him.
➵ Sukuna would let you win small arguments. Sukuna is stubborn and believes his word is final. Nobody would dare argue with him because they already know they won’t win, but with you it's different. You can argue with him over the smallest things, and somehow, you always end up getting your way. He’ll complain, call you impossible, and act annoyed, but he never truly tries to stop you.
➵ Sukuna doesn’t care if you invade his personal space. Sukuna values his personal space more than anything. Nobody touches him, fixes his clothes, or gets close without permission. But you can casually lean against him, adjust his robes, play with his hair, or sit beside him without him pushing you away. You’re the only person who can cross that boundary without him being angry.
➵ Sukuna lets you sit beside his throne. Sukuna’s throne is something everyone fears. It represents his power, and nobody dares approach it without permission. Yet you can walk right up and sit beside him like it’s the most natural thing in the world. The first time it happens, everyone expects him to remove you immediately. Instead, Sukuna simply allows it, silently showing everyone that your place is beside him.
➵ Sukuna doesn’t let anyone to speak badly about you. Sukuna couldn’t care less when people insult him. Their opinions mean nothing to someone like him. But the moment someone speaks badly about you, his entire attitude changes. The room becomes silent, his expression darkens, and everyone immediately understands that disrespecting you is a mistake they won’t get away with. You are the one person he refuses to let others look down on.
➵ Sukuna protects you without hesitation. Sukuna has never been someone who worries about others. Danger never mattered to him, but when you’re involved, he gets serious. Before anyone can even realize you’re in danger, he’s already there, making sure nothing gets close to you. He’ll act like it was nothing afterwards, claiming he simply “didn’t want you getting in the way,” but everyone knows the truth.
➵ Sukuna remembers the little things about you. Sukuna isn’t someone who pays attention to meaningless details. He doesn’t care about people’s favorite foods, habits, or birthday. Yet somehow, he remembers yours. The drink you like, the things that annoy you, the little comments you made weeks ago. If you point it out, he’ll deny caring and say he simply “remembers everything anyone says,” but everyone knows that isn’t true.
➵ Sukuna lets you see his softer side. Everyone only knows Sukuna as cruel and ruthless. Nobody sees him as anything other than the King of Curses. But you get to see the rare moments he doesn’t show anyone else. The quiet moments, the small acts of care, and the way he lowers his guard around you. He would never admit that you’re different, but everyone else can see it.
➵ Sukuna carries you when you’re tired. Sukuna isn’t the type to carry someone just because they’re tired. In his eyes, if you can still walk, then you should. But when he notices your energy fading, your steps becoming slower, or your eyes struggling to stay open, he’ll let out an annoyed sigh before picking you up anyway. If you tell him you can walk yourself, he’ll simply reply, “You were taking too long,” refusing to admit he just didn’t want you pushing yourself.
Your boyfriend smiles lovingly, baring his fangs and clinging onto your arm. He is quite adorable like this, trying to appear cute, but you know he has ulterior motives as he looks up from his comfortable position on your chest.
"No Cho, I'm too tired and my neck is still sore. You leave a ridiculous amount of marks."
He pokes at one of them, a deep purple bruise decorated with small incisions. You recall the night before, his face tucked into your neck, sucking and biting down to cover his pathetic little noises. Choso struggles to sleep, but a little nighttime activity has him out like a light.
"Not my fault. You're the one who made me do it."
"Choso, that isn't true. You know how to practice restraint you just don't want to. You've already had blood today. Go to sleep."
"Wasn't yours though. Please, just one hickey? I won't even bite. I'll be a good boy. Need it to sleep."
"Like I believe that."
"I'll do anything."
Anything. Knowing Choso, he actually does mean anything.
"Fine. No biting though. Open wide."
Obediently, he lets his mouth fall open, tongue stuck out waiting for whatever you give him. Two fingers slip into his mouth, and he starts to suck. The cloying scent of perfumed wrists and the salt of your skin. Tongue sliding flat over your curved fingers, teeth carefully staying away.
"Look at you. Not even a graze. So well behaved."
A line of spit strings between your hand and his mouth as he pulls back to ask,
"Can I keep sucking?"
"Of course angel. Go ahead, I'm just glad you've finally settled down."
He continues his gentle suckling, fading out until he's just holding your fingers in his mouth, completely asleep.
The next morning, you wake up with little red lines from where his teeth have clumsily dragged, and your vampire boyfriend asleep on your chest, trail of content drool leaking from the corner of his mouth. Finally you've found a way to get him to sleep without a shit ton of sex.
Ty to @lacyfushi for the idea I loved ur vamp!gumi fic. anyone else a little slut for finger sucking idk I love it requests are open!!
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Your boyfriend smiles lovingly, baring his fangs and clinging onto your arm. He is quite adorable like this, trying to appear cute, but you know he has ulterior motives as he looks up from his comfortable position on your chest.
"No Cho, I'm too tired and my neck is still sore. You leave a ridiculous amount of marks."
He pokes at one of them, a deep purple bruise decorated with small incisions. You recall the night before, his face tucked into your neck, sucking and biting down to cover his pathetic little noises. Choso struggles to sleep, but a little nighttime activity has him out like a light.
"Not my fault. You're the one who made me do it."
"Choso, that isn't true. You know how to practice restraint you just don't want to. You've already had blood today. Go to sleep."
"Wasn't yours though. Please, just one hickey? I won't even bite. I'll be a good boy. Need it to sleep."
"Like I believe that."
"I'll do anything."
Anything. Knowing Choso, he actually does mean anything.
"Fine. No biting though. Open wide."
Obediently, he lets his mouth fall open, tongue stuck out waiting for whatever you give him. Two fingers slip into his mouth, and he starts to suck. The cloying scent of perfumed wrists and the salt of your skin. Tongue sliding flat over your curved fingers, teeth carefully staying away.
"Look at you. Not even a graze. So well behaved."
A line of spit strings between your hand and his mouth as he pulls back to ask,
"Can I keep sucking?"
"Of course angel. Go ahead, I'm just glad you've finally settled down."
He continues his gentle suckling, fading out until he's just holding your fingers in his mouth, completely asleep.
The next morning, you wake up with little red lines from where his teeth have clumsily dragged, and your vampire boyfriend asleep on your chest, trail of content drool leaking from the corner of his mouth. Finally you've found a way to get him to sleep without a shit ton of sex.
Ty to @lacyfushi for the idea I loved ur vamp!gumi fic. anyone else a little slut for finger sucking idk I love it requests are open!!
TAGLIST(OPEN JUST ASK TO BE ADDED): @cherrytintedlens @stqrgumi @salad85 @megssleepygirl @jiyoonly @luvrmegumi @fushigurlfriend @doumassexywife @mrskamikazekaito @chososprettygirl @xcdchu @luaz13 @popeheywardssecretgf @minayans @akroakai
𝜗𝜚 Choso really doesn’t understand why everybody- including you, his sweet girlfriend- is so excited about the school dance. He’s determined to invite you anyway, even when you appear to not get the hint. Multiple times. And another thing- he’s kind of a virgin. And you’re set on making sure, by the end of the evening, he isn’t!
pairing: losercho x gf!reader
content: smut, loser!cho, 2000s au, rom-com vibes, whipped Choso, the reader messes with him a lil, Shoko/Yuji cameos, rain invitations, awkward Choso, school dances, mildy pervy Choso, princess carries, making out, lingerie, virginity loss, cunnilingus, pussydrunk Cho, mattress humping, cumming untouched, nippleplay, he really adores reader, riding, whimpering, cumming inside, birth control!, vv brief slapping, p in v, missionary, crying, he wears eyeliner, mild overstim, praise, fluffy smut, aftercare, love confessions, happy ending
wc: 5.9k
a/n: this is for my amazing best friend and irl @f33bs ‘s birthday! I love you so so much, thank you for reading and adoring every single one of my fics I’ve ever written (even the ones that shall never see the light of day) (˶ ˘ ³˘)ˆᵕ ˆ˶)
more like this - inc my losercho miniseries!!
It’s not exactly that Choso Kamo hates high school, at least any more than the usual eyeliner-wearing, guitar-playing, socially awkward boyfriend, but recently it’s been giving him a headache more than usual. Not because of meticulous grading or assignments, red ink splashed across his essays, but because every time he steps into a fluorescent lit hallway his eyes feel like they’re burning.
Banners for the upcoming dance are plastered across seemingly every wall, strokes of letters are outlined in sparkly glitter glue while obnoxiously bright posters constantly remind him to ‘pick up your tickets soon!’ - Choso ponders how just a piece of paper can seem so loud.
What’s even worse than the constant reminders is the fact that it’s somehow all anybody wants to talk about. While Choso wouldn’t consider himself to be the most sociably extroverted member of the student body, he isn’t entirely mute- and he’d love to get through one class that doesn’t involve the teacher going on a tangent regarding dress codes.
The dance has snuck its way into every element of Choso’s life, it seems; his history teacher uses ticket prices as an example of hyperinflation, his art class is bombarded with the spare banners rolled up in the corner- but, perhaps worst of all, the mania seems to have gotten to you.
His sweet, perfect girlfriend, now suddenly struck down with a case of fixation on the dance, glitter and all. Choso’s despairing about this very issue to his younger brother now, as he drapes his long limbs over the couch like a renaissance painting of a fainting princess.
“She just won’t stop talking about it, Yu.” He laments, arm thrown over his eyes in torment. “I’ve tried everything, but she always manages to take the conversation back to the dance- and I love her still, she’s just as pretty and talented and amazing and-“
Yuji cuts him off with a fake gag. Then, through a mouthful of whatever he’s shoving into his face in greedy fistfuls- “wait, you have asked her to go, right?”
Choso sits up so quickly his neck almost cricks. “I… have to... ask her?”
He’s totally floored. Isn’t you being his girlfriend enough? Isn’t it a given that you’d attend the dance with the same boy who you hold hands with on the way to class and steal kisses from in the halls that leave him blushing?
Choso panics, sitting straight up on the couch and diving for his phone, flipping it open. He stares at your contact and almost wants to tear his pretty hair out. “Yu, what do I say?”
Yuji waves his hand like he’s a total professional at this, emulating a dating coach from those tacky daytime shows instead of a younger brother with fingers covered in food. “You don’t ask her over the phone, Cho, you have to do it like… face to face.”
Choso raises his pierced eyebrow in skepticism- is he really taking romance advice from Yuji of all people? - but absorbs it all anyway. “Huh.”
Choso’s first attempt comes the day after, in the hallway as you’re leaning against the cool metal of his locker. He wasn’t nervous before, but now you’re standing in front of him he feels like he’s about to pass out. And it would be really, really embarrassing if you had to give him CPR in the middle of a corridor. He'd rather flatline, actually.
“And then, she removed him from her MySpace top eight because of it. I mean, I can see why-“ you ramble, holding your textbooks to your chest, “-but wow, kinda harsh to do it so soon. Hey, Cho, are you listening?”
Truth be told, Choso hasn’t been listening fully- he’s been too busy rehearsing the words in his head, to say it in a suave way that’ll make you blush and immediately agree. “Huh?”
You sigh, playfully rolling your eyes. “I said, I thought it was kinda mean-“
As you explain the story again, Choso still isn’t listening. He’s too focused on staring down at you as you speak, thinking how pretty you’d look next to him in photos, in a dress that suits you perfectly. He can just picture it now; the way you’d smile up at him, tease him about the fact he’s finally wearing a suit instead of jeans for once.
“Doyouwannagotothedance?” He blurts suddenly, the words spurting out of him far too casually than he was envisioning as he leans against the locker and gazes down at you.
You blink slowly, a smile creeping into your lips. “Yeah, I do, Choso.”
He’s about to beam and hug you right there in the hallway, already mentally celebrating his immediate success, but-
“It’s a shame nobody’s asked me yet!”
Choso gapes like a goldfish. “I- but- we-“
You lift up to press a chaste kiss to his cheek, leaving a little mark in the shape of your scented lipgloss, and smile before flouncing off to your next class. Choso stands there, dumbfounded, pressing a hand to the kiss like he can’t believe it. The sparkly banner next to his face mocks him.
Surely he isn’t that bad at romance, right!? Yes, he might be a virgin, but he wanted to wait until you felt ready! (Also, Choso doesn’t think he’d trust himself to not pass out at the mere sight of your underwear, but that’s another issue entirely. He's working on it, okay?!)
Choso’s second, more thought out, attempt comes on Friday evening in his bedroom. You’re lying back against his chest, his arms wrapped snugly around your torso as he breathes you in while you flick through a magazine. He swallows nervously and you pretend you aren’t already grinning, anticipating what he’s about to say.
“So…” your boyfriend says, thumbing gently over your ribcage beneath his band shirt you stole, “have you, um… started looking at dresses yet? For the dance?”
You tilt your head to gaze up at him, met with big brown eyes. “Hm? I’m going tomorrow with Sho, actually. Why’d you ask?”
Choso blushes a little. “I need to match my tie to the colour you pick.”
You blink in faux confusion. “And why would that be, Choso? Stop copying me.”
Choso stutters and gapes, no words escaping him as you turn back around and go back to reading the glossy spread in front of you. He feels despaired- how could you not understand what he’s hinting at? He thought he was being so- so obvious!
The boutique changing room on Saturday morning smells a little of furniture polish and perfume, mildly tacky crushed velvet stools lined up neatly like gumdrops outside the curtain for friends to sit on. Exactly as Shoko is doing now, her chosen dress already hanging on the hook ready to buy. She’s got one leg crossed over the other as she lazily plays snake on her phone, nails clicking.
“Try something darker next.” She suggests to you as you leaf through a rack of options, “I don’t think the mint was your best decision.”
You laugh, fingers trailing over glittery trains and smooth silk. “No, me either. What about navy?”
“I’m not matching with you.” She laughs, flicking her bangs out of her face. “Why are you so particular about the colours anyway? It’s not like anybody really cares too much, we'll have more.”
“Well…” you say, lifting up a sleek red dress before grimacing at the too-high slit and putting it back, “I kind of need it to match my underwear.”
She raises an eyebrow and smirks. “Wow, I didn’t know you agreed to go with him.”
You’re in the changing room now, peeling away your jeans to wriggle into the latest dress- dark purple, pretty, just enough cleavage to make Choso hot under the collar- and grin at your reflection. “I already have. He just doesn’t formally know.”
“Wow.” Shoko repeats dryly, “making him work for it, I see.”
To be honest, Choso should work for it- you look good, even in the light of this unflattering changing room, without your hair and makeup fully done. You flatten the fabric over your hips and twirl, holding open the curtain for Shoko to nod approvingly. “Exactly.”
Choso’s about ready to give up. He’s been dropping hints all week, staring extra pointedly when you mention the dance, hugging you tighter before class, kissing your forehead more often- and he did it a lot anyway. And you still haven’t gotten the hint!
Which is why he finds himself trudging up the driveway to your house, skateboard abandoned against the curb as he nervously mumbles to himself. “Will you go to the dance with me?” He says under his trembling breath, “no, that’s too formal, she might laugh.”
He huffs and stares at the cute bouquet in his hand, fingers digging so hard into the paper wrapped around the stalks it’s liable to rip. “I... want you to come with me? No, it sounds like I’m forcing her.” Suddenly, as he deliberates on your driveway, the clouds decide this would be the perfect time to split themselves open. Marshmallowy floofs of cloud above rip at the seams, water flooding down onto him like a bad joke with an ocean to spare.
Choso is immediately, unalterably, embarrassingly soaked. Rain shutters down onto him and the flowers in his hands, flattening his hair to his scalp as he gasps at the sudden onslaught. “Oh, fuck fuck fuck-“ his feet splash against the floor as he runs to your door, knocking on instinct before forgetting that he’s supposed to have a plan for this!
“Get the door!” Somebody yells at you from upstairs as you lounge on the rug downstairs, phone in hand. Your pyjamas are comfy as you drag your feet to the door, fully expecting a parcel and an absolutely livid delivery driver holding a box of soggy cardboard. Instead, it’s so much better.
Your boyfriend looks a mess. Hair flat and dripping water down onto his sodden shirt, eyeliner trickling down his shocked face that mirrors your own facial expression at his sudden, unannounced appearance. And the flowers in his hands are beading, their petals drooping or missing entirely to plaster themselves to your driveway under the heavy onslaught of weather. It's like your very own rom-com, Pride and Prejudice with skateboards instead of carriages or something.
And then, looking at your pretty face as you laugh behind your hand at him, Choso remembers- he’s here for a reason.
He groans determinedly, wiping away a few streaks of eyeliner. “Please please please come to the dance with me, baby, I don’t know what I’ll do if you say no, I’ve tried everything-“ it’s a lot less suave than he expected, a lot more begging, but if the smile creeping into your face is any indication, its a good thing.
“Like, everything,” he despairs, “and my parents and Yuji are out on the night and for the whole weekend at our Uncle's house so you could just come back to mine after-“ Choso goes bright red at the accidental implication and starts stuttering. “Not- not like that! It’s just, mine is closer, so you won’t even have to drive and if your heels hurt- you are wearing heels right? I’m tall enough so you’ll still be shorter, anyway-“
He’s feverishly panicking now, flowers forgotten in his hands as he sweats nervously. “Just-“ he sighs and looks at you, eyes big and soft. “Please?”
He’s cut off by your lips on his, rain showering across your head, too. He gasps against your mouth before melting into it, smiling stupidly as you pull back and press another gentle kiss to his flushed nose, rain beading onto your lips. “I would absolutely love to go with you, Cho.” You say it so softly, so sincerely, it’s the sweetest melody Choso’s ever heard. “Now-“ you laugh sweetly, “you’re soaked. Do you need a towel?”
“Andddd… perfect.” You’re saying in your bedroom two weeks later, dabbing on the final little bit of eyeshadow. You turn to your friend. “Sho, your hair looks so good.” You snap the cap back onto your eyeliner after meticulously drawing it on, the sound of the plastic clicking back together almost happy, like it’s anticipating your evening for you.
“Thanks.” She says, shaking the can of hairspray. “Choso’s gonna lose his mind,” she laughs, “you look amazing.”
You giggle and hug her- not too tight as to preserve the painstaking amount of effort you’ve both applied to this particular endeavor- and sigh. “My parents wanted to take photos.”
Take photos they do- many of you and Shoko against your living room wall, one on the stairs as your dresses pool around your heeled feet, a few of just you smiling happily at the camera. They’re the sort of photos you’ll look back on in a photo album in a few years and smile at as your hands run over the faded gloss.
You’re just fawning over Shoko’s necklace when the doorbell rings- and your parents giggle before letting you slip out.
“See you there, I’m meeting Iori first,” Shoko calls back inside the house, smiling a final time before dipping out past an awaiting Choso and patting him on the shoulder as if to prepare him. Choso’s been preparing for this for two weeks, possibly his entire life- he’s ready, he tells himself in his head, nervously adjusting his collar. All he knows is the colour of your dress (his favourite), and you only told him so you could coordinate; quite frankly, he’s sickeningly excited.
But when you click open the door nervously, face peering up at him as he gets his first full glimpse of you, Choso’s breath is knocked out of his lungs. Because holy shit, it’s better than he could’ve ever imagined.
Choso’s seen you before, a million times.
He knows your face and every expression like the back of his hand, so why does he feel like he’s seeing you for the first time? He almost wants to clutch at his chest theatrically as his heart threatens to beat out, because you look so so perfect it stings.
He’s smiling like he’s stupid- because he is. The moment you stepped out like that, all dressed up for him, hand reaching for his arm, every thought he’s ever had dissipated somewhere he isn’t bothered about finding.
“Hi.” He chokes out, his entire world narrowed down to you and the way you’re looking at him like you never want to stop. You beam, ethereal and beautiful, and he almost cries. “Hi, Cho.”
⋆⋅ ❀ ⋅⋆
The gym is packed. There’s something loud and upbeat playing over the speakers, girls spinning around with their friends and taking photos of their dresses; Choso almost shudders. This is not his department at all.
“It’s… loud.” He mumbles, hand tightening around yours. You smile softly at him. “I know. Do you wanna come find Shoko with me?” Choso averts his eyes awkwardly. As much as he loves you, he doesn’t think he could take the dancefloor this early on, and he finds himself shaking his head.
You kiss his cheek, hands flat against his suit as you reach up on your heels. “That’s okay, Cho. I’m just glad you’re here.” Then, he’s watching your pretty dress retreat into the crowd as you squeal when Shoko turns around happily.
Now, Choso Kamo wouldn’t consider himself a pervert beyond the usual notions a boyfriend has about his girlfriend- but, is it his fault his eyes keep drifting? Your dress is flattering, to say the least; and as he leans back on the wall, watching you through eyeliner-rimmed irises, he gains a sudden flush.
Your tits look really, really good.
“Oh.” He gulps under his breath when you turn, the lights rigged to the side bouncing over the dip of cleavage in your neckline. God, he’s really trying not to look- but when the music suddenly slows and you turn to face him, arms still frozen up in the air like a model ballerina inside a jewellery box, you look so good he thinks he’s about to pass out.
Choso feels like the biggest virgin alive as you walk over to him, heels clicking, and all he can think about is how pretty you’d look with your hair all messy against his pillow. “Aren’t-“ he stutters, thankful for the low lighting so you can’t see the flush on his pale face, “aren’t you dancing with Shoko?”
You laugh. “It’s a slow dance. Like, for couples.” Choso’s eyes tear themselves away from you long enough, and oh, it is. There’s a few girls leaning annoyedly on the walls as their coupled-up friends disappear, flip phones lighting up their disgruntled, single, faces. He stares dumbly. “You… you want me to?”
“Well,” you say softly, lacing your fingers with his, “you are my boyfriend.”
Your boyfriend. And you're my girlfriend, he thinks. He could die happy just knowing that.
It turns out Choso isn’t actually as bad at dancing as he thought. One step here, one twirl there, two hands planted cosily on your waist. Well, that’s the one part he’s having trouble with- the prolonged feeling of his big hands on the curve of your waist and the way your nails are gently holding his nape is making him a little dizzy.
He’s focused- or, he’s trying to be- but he has one small issue. You.
Your eyes are so pretty looking up at him like that, so full of adoration and warmth. And Choso’s eyes are fluttering shut in contentment before you’re leaning up to his ear and whispering-
“Is your house still empty?”
Choso chokes on his own breath. “Y-yeah, it is.”
He thinks he’s dreaming when you drag him out by his hand; but the trip back to his house is less of a sexually charged whirlwind for you and more of a painful hobble when your heeled feet hit the floor. “Ow.” You wince quietly, crouching down to slip off your heels- but Choso’s stopping you before you can get your feet damp.
“I can carry you, if you want.” He says bashfully, awkwardly holding his hands out in offer- one you’re gladly taking up, linking your arms around his neck and allowing him to hook under your thighs and lift you against his chest. You really weren’t that far from his front door, just a few minutes, but for the time he has you in his arms like that Choso feels like it’s eternity.
Your heels dangle from your fingers, clacking together as Choso eagerly bounds along the darkened street. Lamplight pools above you and splashes across his face, eyes bright and a grin splayed across his mouth. “You’re really pretty,” he whispers down to you, cheeks pink.
And honestly- Choso Kamo doesn’t think he’s ever meant anything more.
Your hair is soft as you rest against him, your skin even softer beneath his hands and the slippery fabric of your dress. Your eyes are sparkling, lips curved prettily up, and- not to be crude- but Choso thinks your tits look even better when they’re up close and not from across a gym.
He sets you down on the flatness outside his front door, nervously fumbling with the look as soon as it hits him. Your hands are creeping onto his shoulders, heated in a way that he’s only felt occasionally during makeouts with you that he had to stop to go calm down in the bathroom.
The moment he clicks the door open- then shut- and drags you inside, your mouth is on his desperately. Lipgloss smears between you, your hands gripping his brown hair firmly until he gasps and has to snap away for air. He already looks ruined, sparkly gloss smattered along his lips and neck, hair messier than usual and his mouth slightly parted in the way it was before you pulled back.
“Choso…” you whisper, dragging your thumb over the soft skin of his lower lip. “Do you want to go to your room?”
He nods desperately, lurching forwards into another kiss, but you’re using your leverage on his nape to pull him back. He whimpers softly when you reduce the feeling of his tongue on your teeth, and the sound goes straight between your legs. “Cho, I need to hear you say it.”
His voice cracks, pupils blown huge and pleading. “Yes, please, I’m okay.”
His hands are tight on your waist when his back hits the door to his bedroom, the posters on his walls almost trembling with the force you’re shoving him up against it with. “Fuck,” you pant against his mouth, “do you want to take my dress off?”
“Oh my god, please.” He begs, hands slipping and fumbling with the delicate zipper. Choso feels like he’s dreaming when the dress hushes to the floor, pooling at your feet as you step out of the pile of shimmery fabric. And when you straighten up facing him, he almost cums in his pants.
You weren’t lying when you told Shoko your dress matched your underwear. Underneath, you’re wearing a matching lacy set- nothing hugely ostentatious, but it’s enough to make Choso forget how to breathe. The purple lace cups your tits prettily, the patterning on the underwear hugging your hips, soft thighs, and (Choso assumes dizzily) your ass just as well.
“You like it?” You ask, a little nervous at his lack of response.
“Fuck, yes.” He chokes out finally. "Yes, oh my god, you look amazing." He’s resisting the urge to drop to his knees right there in his room, cock already swelling in his suit pants as he processes just the sheer amount of skin you’re giving him access to. You sigh into the next kiss, thighs pressing together as his hands roam tremblingly around your body to settle firmly with one in your hair, cupping you into the kiss, and the other on the curve of your ass.
“Okay, lie down.” You mumble against his lips, “let me take care of you-“
“No.” He blurts, eyes wide at his own audacity. “Not no, but- but let me take care of you first?”
Oh, he’s just so sweet it makes you swoon- and you’re telling him as much as your palm lands on his cheek. “Really? You wanna?”
He nods like a puppy, and you smile. “M’kay, if that’s what you want, baby.”
Choso’s nervous system shudders to a firm stop when you settle back on his bed, legs parting open to reveal the damp spot at the gusset of your panties. Your elbows dent the sheets as you tilt your head at him, and stifle an incredulous laugh at the way he’s just… staring. And then you remember this is the first time he's ever seen between a girl's thighs and you feel a little more sympathetic.
Choso stares in awe as he crawls up the bed to between your thighs, his shaky breath fanning against your cunt. “Can I…?” He asks breathlessly, fingers already tracing the shape of you beneath the clingy fabric.
You giggle and card your fingers through his hair softly. “Yeah, go ahead, baby.”
His mouth is both hot and inexperienced but it’s amazing purely because it’s your boyfriend- he doesn’t move your panties to the side, tongue scraping messily with no real aim other than to taste you. And he does, groaning against you as his glassy eyes roll back between tightly shut lids. "So good," he chokes, "you taste so good, I can't believe it. You're so perfect."
You start squeezing your thighs around his skull, and Choso comes to the realisation how much he enjoys it when you moan above him and his fingerpads dig in. “Oh fuck, Choso-“ you gasp, voice as desperate and loving as he’s ever heard it.
“M’doing good?” He asks, mouth not leaving your clit through the fabric for a second. You can’t answer, can’t force out words beyond the shock of how good he’s eating your pussy as a virgin. “Baby?”
He’s completely pussydrunk already, tears breaching his eyes as he inhales you in and grinds his hips down into the mattress below. “Yes-“ you manage to gasp out finally, “yes, it’s soooo good, Cho, you’re- fuck-“
He moans again and the sound only makes you wetter; he laps it up, yanking your panties to the side to shove his face deeper down between your thighs and gloss his chin and nose, the latter of which is pressed up against your clit. “Good boy.”
He cums.
Genuinely cums, cock spitting out ropes of white that ruin his suit pants as he gasps you into an orgasm. You’re quickly overwhelmed, nails gripping at his scalp to yank him back from your sensitive clit. “Sh-shit, baby.” Choso sobs against your pussy, “can’t stop- hck-“
You’re wrenching him away with both hands, and as his chin rests on your stomach you’re struck with a sudden sense of reverence. “Oh, Cho, you’re so pretty like this.”
He whimpers breathily again. His eyes are heavy and streaked with makeup, the fabric of his shirt clinging to his back muscles and shoulders that just look so sexy behind the crumpled material. “Did-“ you say suddenly, sitting up and holding his desperately warm face in your hands, “did you cum? Without me touching you?”
“Yeah.” He admits against your skin, mouth watering at the proximity to your soft tits. “I couldn’t help it.” You smile cutely. “Think you can do it again?”
You yank him up by his purple tie, his breath fizzling out in his throat as you use the accessory like a leash on a dog until his mouth is in front of yours.
Choso thinks he’s been blessed by the universe as you bring his hands up to clasp around your chest, his thumbs swiping across your budding nipples through the lace. “Can I take it off?” He asks quietly, fingers digging into the skin. Your head tilts and your hair spills down over your shoulder as you drag Choso to sit against the headboard. “Mhm.”
The clasp clicks open, and the bra is tossed away as Choso quite literally buries his face between your tits. He presses soft kisses across the skin, licking and nipping at the flesh and sucking purple around one of your nipples as his fingers coax at the other.
“Cho…” you breathe, head falling back. Your hands are busy frantically unbuttoning his shirt and fumbling with his belt to shove his pants down and reveal his ruined boxers. There’s a damp patch across the front you want to nuzzle your face against and feel him cum again, but that’s for another time.
You swing your legs across his lap and he gasps, hands gripping at your hips like he’s worried you’ll disappear. His eyes are blown out and heavy, lips kiss bitten, eyeliner smudged against his skin and you lightly turn his chin to get him to look at you.
“Choso,” you say warmly, thumbs swiping circles in the mess of his eyeliner, “do you want this?”
“Yes.” He begs, “yes, please, just want you, baby.”
You inhale and wrap your hand around his cock, dragging it out and encouraging him to kick his boxers away until you’re both naked. “Okay, Cho. Try not to move too much, baby.”
The moment his tip parts your slickness he gasps, hips shuddering while you sink down around him. His breath comes so shaky it sounds unstable, every inch you suck in another gut punch. Choso feels like you're an angel, offering him your warm skin and soft words. "You feel so good inside me." You whisper. "So good, I can feel you all the way up here."
You take one of his hands digging into your thighs and gently bring it to your stomach, his fingers splayed along your skin; and when you’re seated firmly at his base, cunt swallowing him up as your hands rest on his bare shoulders, Choso can’t help himself.
His hips snap up into yours greedily, his plump tip bashing experimentally at your insides and you reel as your own hips start to slowly bounce up and down. “Ohhhmygod.” He slurs, head falling back as he moans uncontrollably. “Hnngh- baby-“
His cock is perfect; it slots inside you thickly, scraping against your sweet spots unintentionally as you rock back and forth on him. Choso’s breaths are ragged, torn messily from his chest by every scrape of your nails down his shoulders.
For a virgin (well, not anymore, he reminds himself shyly), he’s doing rather amazingly. He’s settled into a rhythm now, a heady mix of instinct and need driving the way his hands roam from pinching your nipples to squeezing your waist and using you as leverage to fuck deeper.
Sometimes they plant themselves on your thighs and gently squeeze the soft flesh, his gaze heated and foggy as he watches the way the skin dimples beneath his careful touch. “Love your thighs.” He slurs, hands warmly travelling up to your tits and he moans like he’s the one having his nipples played with when he tweaks your chest. “These are so- fuck- so gorgeous, too…”
You pant breathlessly. “You’re gorgeous too, Choso.”
But, his eyes are rolling back and he isn’t responding when you whisper his name again. Which you wouldn’t mind, but you really want to hear his pretty voice all ruined.
“Hey,” you moan, patting his cheek, “hey, Cho, you’re doing- mffh- so good.”
He blinks up at you but doesn’t respond, head lolling backwards again when your pussy clenched around him. You lie your palm down on his face a little harder, enough to be considered a small slap, the only intention being to gain his attention, and he jolts suddenly. A whimper dribbles out of his mouth and you realise-
“Oh!” You say surprisedly, gasping as strings of sticky white paint your insides and dribble out. You’re ever so thankful for birth control, you suppose dazedly.
And, despite how quiescent you assumed he was, your boyfriend is strong. His biceps flex along with his delicious looking abdomen when he suddenly takes the initiative to flip you over, so your back hits the sheets with a soft whump! and his shaky forearms plant down beside your head as he rolls with you.
“F-fuck.” He wheezes, tongue slotting against your sternum and kissing, “thank you.”
Your chest heaves. “For what?”
When he lifts his face to look at yours, you gasp. Choso’s gorgeous brown eyes are filled with tears, ones that are tracking liquid down across his cheeks and dripping from his chin. He doesn’t need to clarify why he’s crying, or what he’s so thankful for- the way his pupils are dilated so wide tells you exactly what’s making him so emotional.
You.
“Oh, baby.” You coo pityingly, brows pinching together in sympathy as you caress his cheek. He leans into the touch and keens out your name, the syllables whispering past your palm. “It’s okay, I’m here.”
Choso barely realises he’s started moving again until you moan into the heated pocket of air between your bodies, his cock ribbing past your resistance in this new position to seek friction. “I know, I know.” You soothe, hand tangling into his hair, “it’s a lot, okay? Just let yourself feel good for me, Choso, that’s all I want. Just make yourself feel good.”
Tears fall shakily from his eyes now, dripping onto your skin and sliding away, mixing with sweat. His pelvis smacks against yours, slick pooling and seeping away as his previous orgasm drips stickily out of your pussy. “My precious boy,” you whine, kissing him again, “you can’t help it, hm?”
“N-no,” he gasps, “you feel too good-“
In this positioning, Choso can really see all of you now you’re underneath him. And you look so, so pretty it makes him cry again; your body is pretty, of course, but it’s your face that has him gasping out a few extra sobs.
The eyes staring up at him are full of love and trust, while your lips keep parting on little mewls of his name. Your hand slips between your bodies to draw circles on your clit, middle finger picking up the plentiful amounts of honeyed dampness slipping from you.
The action makes you tighten up around him, the mere action of Choso kissing desperately across your chest and collarbone enough to send you into a gentle orgasm. The feeling wraps you up until your soft thighs are tightened completely around Choso’s waist, your heels digging into his back and urging him in further.
“Ah- Cho, m’cumming-“ you pant, eyes fluttering closed with the last view being your boyfriend. Choso’s almost shocked- his girlfriend is cumming around him, already full of him, and yet he still has more to give.
Choso doesn’t think he’ll ever run out of anything if it’s you that's asking for it, though.
His cock spurts out little wispy strings of cum for the final time, adding to the cloying mix between your legs before he all but collapses on top of you and sobs for a final time. As shaky as you are, you bring up a hand to cup his scalp as he buries his face into your shoulder.
“M’here.” You whisper, words a little slurred, “and I’m not going anywhere, okay?”
He nods against your shoulder and rolls off you- lest you be crushed- but quickly turns onto his side to face you. And there you are.
Hair messy, makeup smudged and lipgloss kissed away, completely bare beside him in the tangle of sheets you’ve both created together. Choso is breathless- not just from the sex, but the fact that you really just took his virginity and you’re so gorgeous and you’re with him.
“Hi.” You say first, smiling a little as your hair messes over your naked skin. You look ethereal, naked and bathed in the soft glow of the lamp on his desk.
“Hi.” He croaks back, nuzzling into the touch of your thumb swiping away a few tears. He clears his throat. “Thank you... that was really, really good.”
Your eyes search his, big and full of love. You smile shyly and wriggle closer to him. “I love you, Choso.”
He stares in shock. “You- you love me? Me? Really?”
“Mhm.” And then, it’s your turn to feel a little unsteady- “you- you don’t have to say it back.”
“God, no-“ Choso says desperately, “no, I love you too. So much it hurts, sometimes.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” he affirms gently. “I love your hair, and your smile, and the way you cry at stuff that isn’t really that sad because you’re sensitive, and the way you do my eyeliner better than I do it myself.”
You giggle. “I love the way you cry with me. Do you remember when I cried because those ducks in the park reminded me of us?”
You remember it- one of your latest dates, holding hands and joking around with each other as the lake gently lapped at the shore. "Awww, look!" You'd smiled, pointing at the ducks bobbing happily on the shimmering surface beside each other. "They look like us." And the, inexplicably, your lip had started wobbling. "They're so cute." You'd whispered, turning to your boyfriend. He'd kissed your forehead.
Choso laughs tearily and tangles his legs with yours. “Obviously. I had to walk off so I didn’t cry too.”
The beaming smile that cracks open on your face makes Choso’s heart clench as he reaches for your hand, the one lying open beside your face as you giggle at him. He entwines his fingers with yours and breathes softly.
“I love you.” He says again, voice hushed and thick with emotion.
And god, he really does mean it.
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hi i love ur work!! what are masochist!cho’s thoughts on pegging?? 😋
(either reader or cho’s pov is fine)
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Choso loves it. He truly does. When he's not at the mercy of your strap, he's begging for it again. Asking outright for more. And really it's not his fault he's addicted. It's yours. Making him feel so good, all that delicious pain mixed in with shots of pleasure that go up his spine and straight to his head.
Any position too. Doggy is his favourite, makes him feel pathetic. The sting of his hands and knees when he's stuck holding that position for so long, and the harsh imprints of the crinkled sheets from being so harshly pressed into the mattress.
Laying him flat on his stomach and taking him from behind is always another hit, talking dirty in his ear while he can hide his pathetic noises into the sheets.
Bent over the bed with his pretty ass in the air? He likes that one too.
Missionary is always good, and that way his poor neglected cock can get some attention too.
Overall, Choso just adores it, the feeling of being bent into whatever position you want him in. The sweet stinging when it enters. That sore pain afterwards that lingers all day. And especially the way you baby him when you're done splitting him in half.
He can't get enough of it all.
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hi i love ur work!! what are masochist!cho’s thoughts on pegging?? 😋
(either reader or cho’s pov is fine)
MASTERLIST fem!reader
Choso loves it. He truly does. When he's not at the mercy of your strap, he's begging for it again. Asking outright for more. And really it's not his fault he's addicted. It's yours. Making him feel so good, all that delicious pain mixed in with shots of pleasure that go up his spine and straight to his head.
Any position too. Doggy is his favourite, makes him feel pathetic. The sting of his hands and knees when he's stuck holding that position for so long, and the harsh imprints of the crinkled sheets from being so harshly pressed into the mattress.
Laying him flat on his stomach and taking him from behind is always another hit, talking dirty in his ear while he can hide his pathetic noises into the sheets.
Bent over the bed with his pretty ass in the air? He likes that one too.
Missionary is always good, and that way his poor neglected cock can get some attention too.
Overall, Choso just adores it, the feeling of being bent into whatever position you want him in. The sweet stinging when it enters. That sore pain afterwards that lingers all day. And especially the way you baby him when you're done splitting him in half.
He can't get enough of it all.
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in which sukuna is completely enamoured with your new attire ⊹ fem!reader ⋮ fluff + suggestive ＼ 1.7k words
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀your husband had been rather busy with his noble duties — which simply meant being occupied by demolishing and terrorising the nearby village peoples for their lax worship towards both him and yourself and doing his best to create some alliances with other powerful curses, as per your request. thus you'd been left alone for the last few days by yourself to the confines of the majestic shrine, the sole company of yours being uraume.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀you were really beginning to miss his presence — your chambers were now always so much quieter without his loud snoring reverberating against the four walls; the halls sounded empty without his booming footsteps echoing everywhere; any outings were so boring without his incessant complaining behind your back（even though he'd help you pick out whatever it was the moment you asked him and would blithely carry all the bags for you.）
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀to clear your mind and hopefully distract yourself from all of this, you decided to have yourself a lavish bath. it had been quite some time you'd done so, the last time being with sukuna for your anniversary a few months ago . . though the state of the powder room left a lot up for deliberation on whether or not the pair of you had actually got clean in any which way.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀uraume had prepared the bath for you — beautiful lavender essences thrown into the water, a plethora of rose petals scattered over, and a great soothing oil poured in of their creation. oh it was all perfect! except for the fact that you were still missing your husband and that aching in your heart seemed to grow tenfold as you continued to sit idle and alone in the massive tub.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀so with a defeated sigh, you stepped out the bath as the warm water trickled down your body and the cool air tickled your skin. you grabbed for your towel, wiping yourself dry whilst humming one of sukuna's favourite hymns. you were about to wrap your robes around yourself when you noticed the familiar white nightgown that your beloved wore each night hanging right beside you. you fiddled with the fabric, the silk soft against your fingers and that signature acrid scent of his clinging on to the gown.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀you took it off the hook and draped it over yourself. the gown practically engulfed you whole — the sleeves were much too long for your arms; most of your chest was visible; the gown reached beyond your feet and the marbled floor, much like the train of a wedding veil. but it didn't matter to you. all that you cared about was that you felt somewhat closer to him, basking in his scent and imagining how his calloused skin felt against yours and how he would imbibe you whole with his gigantic stature.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀you sauntered out with a little pep in your step, hugging his garments closer to your chest as you inhaled his scent that always brought a sense of calm over you. the servants and chambermaids watched as you practically skipped down the halls, the giddiest smile stretched across your face. and they all but smiled along with you, knowing that you were simply a wife longing for their spouse to come back home.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀you soon found yourself in the gardens that he had crafted for you with the most gorgeous and colourful flowers, all of your favourite ones around beautifully arranged with a stunning fountain right in the centre. you sat on the shiny alabaster, letting the tiny water droplets touch your skin. you clutch on to the gown, wrapping it even tighter around yourself and daydreaming about the times you and sukuna have wandered through this lovely place, idly chatting about everything and anything under the sun.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀as you got lost in your thoughts about walking hand in hand with your dearest, those familiar thudding footsteps you'd come to miss resounded throughout the gardens and reverberated heavily through your entire body. you whipped your head around and you saw that hulking frame strut towards you, the smallest almost imperceptible smile peeking through his lips with his cheeks tinted a rose pink.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"ryomen!" you exclaimed excitedly, dashing to him and flinging yourself on to him. he caught you effortlessly, each of his four arms caging you in entirely. he buried his face into your hair, inhaling in your sweet scent and adoring the way you clung onto him, telling him just how much you missed him — your sweetness was what he needed after having been surrounded by carnage over the last few days, wishing for nothing more than to be by your side with every second that ticked away.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀sukuna was the one to let go first, looking at you with such reverence like he'd nearly forgotten what you looked like. as he took you in, he noticed the comically large nightgown you were wearing and he was confused as to why you were wearing something so ill-fitting. that is until he saw the black and white sash tied around your waist, barely cinching the gown and keeping you covered . . which let him get a peak of your plush breasts pressed up against him. the very thing he had been fantasising about since he had been away.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀sukuna felt his face flush even darker, his cocks beginning to chub up inside the constraints of his bottoms and his grip on you only grew tighter. he could not believe that he was about to crumble just from the mere sight of your clothed bossom and you wearing his apparel, and he was trying his very best not to let it show. he wasn't doing an entirely good job however!
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"why are you wearing my robes?" he asked, voice low and breathy. to anyone else, he sounded as if he were miffed but you knew him better than anybody. and the erections rubbing up against you was enough to confirm your suspicions about his rather abashed demeanour.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"i missed you, that's all." you replied sweetly, trailing a line of kisses over his scarred face. he just let out a soft grunt, his large hands roaming all over your body. he felt so silly — the king of curses being reduced to a pile of mush by a simple mortal showing some skin and looking so adorable adorning his garments. how pathetic, he thought to himself.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀sukuna slowly set you back down to your feet, though his palms still lingered on your skin for a few moments before he pulled away. he didn't say another word before he padded out of the gardens. you called out to him but he didn't even look back, an unreadable expression etched onto his features. you felt your heart sink, both hurt and confused at his behaviour. was he not as thrilled to see you as you were? had you done something to upset him within the few moments you'd interacted just now? sometimes your husband could be an absolute enigma of a man.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀you were just about to take your own leave when uraume popped in. they had a somewhat embarrassed look on them which was very out of character. they didn't say a word as they hooked their arms around yours, pulling you back to the fountain. they instructed you to sit down and you blinked in confusion, obliging nonetheless. they started to fiddle with your robes, letting it rest prettily off your shoulders so your complexion gleamed under the sunlight. they combed through your hair with their fingers, fixing it until it looked flattering. you kept questioning them about all of this and their only response . . "the lord's orders, your highness."
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀then right on cue, he came thundering back inside with his personal dauber scurrying behind him with his tools and a canvas in hand. you were once again left in utter bewilderment at the whole scene unfolded before you — the dauber who had planted his equipment in front of you; sukuna who was whispering to him what seemed to be some sort of instructions; and uraume who was colouring your lips with your favourite cherry tint.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀sukuna walked towards you, brushing away a strand of hair that had fallen in front of your face. he leaned down, softly kissed your lips and mused, "just sit still and pretty. i have requested a painting of yours to be done just as you are."
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀your cheeks begun to warm, your heart fluttered wildly, and you couldn't help smiling up so dearly at him. "oh my you really adore me in your robes, don't you?" you teased, giving his cheek the tiniest pinch. he only grunted in response but from the way his face had turned rosier and how he couldn't maintain eye contact with you, you knew you were unmistakably right. even after all these years together, your wrathful husband still found ways to show his undying love and devotion for you . . quietly yet still so loud.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀you gazed into his crimson eyes, batting your lashes all pretty-like and giving him that sickeningly sweet smile of yours. your fingers looped into the waistband of his bottoms and you tugged on them, indicating that you wanted him to lower himself. he did without hesitancy and you whispered coyly into his ear, "would you prefer me without these garments, my lord?"
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀sukuna narrowed his eyes at you, not out of anger but out of amusement as the corner of his lips tugged up into that impudent smirk of his. he too whispered lowly into your ear with a lascivious edge to his voice, "only if i am the one to paint you. for now, you be as you are and tonight i shall reward you handsomely for your service, my darling wife."
You've been jerking him off for what feels like forever. Hand moving languidly over his throbbing cock, pulsing red and dripping with precome. Every time his hips start to buck and his endless whining gets louder, you pull off, leaving him hanging on the edge.
"Hmm, not yet."
The torment has done terrible things to his dick. You are indeed a cruel mistress, making him so sensitive that the tiniest touch could make him come on the spot.
"Can't do it, you're gonna-"
All of a sudden, the finger teasing a line down the underside of his cock is repelled away. Confused, you try to touch his tip, only to be repelled again.
"What the fuck Satoru. Why can't I touch? Did you activate your infinity?"
"Yeah, I think so. It's subconscious."
"Your six eyes thinks I'm a threat?"
"You are a threat. To my sanity."
"Turn it off and I'll let you come?"
He closes his eyes, trying to relax.
"Think you broke me. S'not working"
"I guess you'll just have to go to bed horny and with no cuddles, if you can't touch me."
"WAIT NO!"
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You've been jerking him off for what feels like forever. Hand moving languidly over his throbbing cock, pulsing red and dripping with precome. Every time his hips start to buck and his endless whining gets louder, you pull off, leaving him hanging on the edge.
"Hmm, not yet."
The torment has done terrible things to his dick. You are indeed a cruel mistress, making him so sensitive that the tiniest touch could make him come on the spot.
"Can't do it, you're gonna-"
All of a sudden, the finger teasing a line down the underside of his cock is repelled away. Confused, you try to touch his tip, only to be repelled again.
"What the fuck Satoru. Why can't I touch? Did you activate your infinity?"
"Yeah, I think so. It's subconscious."
"Your six eyes thinks I'm a threat?"
"You are a threat. To my sanity."
"Turn it off and I'll let you come?"
He closes his eyes, trying to relax.
"Think you broke me. S'not working"
"I guess you'll just have to go to bed horny and with no cuddles, if you can't touch me."
"WAIT NO!"
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Choso wants nothing more than to be loved- but when you start to show interest in him, he appears to be blind to it!
Choso was drowning.
Not literally, of course. More metaphorically. Every time he looked at you his heart skipped a beat, jumping from his ribcage and running toward you at full speed. Well, that’s what it felt like anyway.
He wanted nothing more than to be loved, his whole body craved it– but not just from anyone, from you. Choso had been pining after you for years now, his whole soul dedicated to trying to get your attention. Hell, he even joined the music club just to spend more time with you. It seemed stupid for him to be so infatuated with you– you and everything you did from the clench of your fist when you were angry to the beaming smile you let cross your face when you laughed.
His pining was the kind someone would write a song about and then be called pathetic for it, but really, he didn’t care. Luckily for him fate (or rather his irritating older brother Ryomen) had brought the two of you closer together. You sang for Ryomen’s band, stood at the front of the garage with a scratched up purple guitar as his brother played the drums. Of course there were other members, but Choso only cared for you.
However, much to his despair he seemed to believe that you had no interest in him. Opting to pursue his older brother instead. Sure, you dropped by his room whenever he came over, saying hello or bringing him the leftover from whatever weird snack you'd brought to take to class that morning. Yeah, you also smiled at him every time you saw him, fiddling with the hem of your short t-shirt whenever you spoke.
But damnit, he couldn’t seem to get any straight signs that you liked him! He was oblivious!
On your side it seemed that either he was extremely blind or just stupid, and really, you couldn’t tell which one it was. You’d been hitting on Choso for months now, complimenting him whenever you saw him, bringing him food, asking if he wanted to come over and study, but he appeared to have absolutely no idea that this was happening.
Hell, you’d even asked Sukuna about it.
The pink haired man had just rolled his eyes, continuing to pull smoke from his spliff before lazily passing it back to you. “The boy’s just thick, give him some time. I’m sure he’ll figure it out eventually.” He grumbled one evening.
You sighed heavily at his reply, shoulders smushed between him and the brick wall next to you. “That’s mean, Ryomen.” You replied, shaking your head. “It’s just like he has no idea that I’m into him– I mean I can see him trying to flirt.”
Ryomen crackled deeply, an evil sounding noise. “Sure you can. Why don’t you just tell him you like ‘im?”
“Beacuse…” you dragged out in a sing-song manner. “That’s just not how things work. Okay? He has to at least acknowledge I’m flirting with him first. Y’know? I can’t go in blind, I think the poor boy would have a heart attack.” You giggled.
“Sure he would. Look, Choso isn’t stupid, he’s just blind. I wouldn’t worry about it.”
That in itself was reassuring enough, you took one last drag of the joint, handing it back to Ryomen before standing with a grunt. “‘M going home. We have practice tomorrow?” you asked, receiving nothing but a low vocal groan from the boy in the ground. You kicked his leg as you left the garage, entering the conjoining kitchen.
Damnit. None other than Choso Kamo stood by the counter, he was shirtless, bent over scrolling on his phone while he awaited the beeping of the microwave. “Hi.” You greeted, gulping thickly at the sight of him. The spiky haired boy turned his head, eyes lighting up as soon as he caught your eye.
“Hey.” He smiled softly, placing his phone faced down on the counter. He stood up, “Are you headed home?” Choso asked, running a hand through unruly raven locks. You nodded, stumbling over your words.
“Y-yeah I am.” you paused, looking around the familiar kitchen before turning your attention back to him. “I was gonna walk. Your brother is asleep in the garage and y’know… I walked here earlier so–” Before you could finish your sentence you were cut off.
“I’ll drive you home!” His hand shot up almost childishly. You stared at it for a beat, witnessing him slowly retract his arm back down to his side.
Sniggering, you leant against the doorframe next to you. “Enthusiastic much? Plus, you don’t have to do that, sweetie, it’s not late.” You replied.
Choso flushed beet red, shaking his head frantically. The microwave beeped behind him but he paid it no mind. “Please! It would be my pleasure. I can’t let a lady walk by herself at night.” He insisted.
You sighed, thinking it over for a moment. You weighed up the options– chances were that you could get away with blatantly flirting with him. Yeah, maybe then he’d notice. You nodded in agreement, smiling politely at him. “Sure. Did you wanna get whatever was cooking first?” You asked, gesturing to the microwave behind him.
“Huh?” Choso hummed dumbly, glancing back. “Oh shit, my popcorn.” He muttered, opening up the microwave to pull the brown baggie out. You snorted as he poured it into a bowl on the side, the kernels clinking against the plastic rim. “Here.” He spun on his heel, holding the bowl out to you.
You raised an eyebrow. “Oh, no it’s okay I’m not hungry.” You shook your hands in front of you, declining his offer.
“I’m not asking. Take some.” He mumbled. Your shoulder dropped, taking a small handful and holding it in your palm. God, it was pathetic how quickly you folded to that. He smiled to himself. “Did you wanna leave now?” Choso asked.
You nodded. “If that’s alright, yeah. I can hold the popcorn in the car.” You snickered.
“Are you sure?” he questioned. You hummed in reassurance, taking the bowl when he handed it to you. You followed him through the house, hovering by the front door as he slid on a pair of beat-up DC trainers. Your hand traveled to your pockets, checking you had your phone and house key.
Once you were certain you had both, Choso opened the door, holding it for you as you stepped into the chilly nighttime air. The walk to his car was short, just down the road, never in the driveway as that’s where Sukuna’s bike and Yuuji’s small shitbox of a car was kept, you were honestly surprised he’d even managed to get a licence, let alone maintain one long enough to have his own car.
Choso didn’t seem to mind that he had to park on the street, he was a family oriented man who was happy to make sacrifices for his brothers, even if he made their lives just a little bit easier. Being the gentleman he was, Choso pulled open the passenger door for you, his hand holding the top of the doorframe so you didn’t hit your head, you were grateful for that, thanking him with a flirty wink before he scuffled away.
You loved to make him squirm like that, it was so easy yet he was so blind. Poor boy, he really didn’t know how much you liked him and it was so dreamily clear. Choso didn’t say much at the start of the drive other than asking if you had your seatbelt on, occasionally his hand brushed your stomach as he reached into your lap for popcorn, and you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t actively re-wiring your brain.
After minutes of silence, you broke the unspoken tension in the air. “I know you like me.” you stated.
You swear Choso stopped breathing the second you finished your sentence. He turned his head to look away from you, you raised an eyebrow in confusion at his lack of reaction. Though with the harsh jerk of the steering wheel the car pulled into a sidelane. Choso shut off the engine, staring at you wide eyed like a cat caught on camera at night.
He immediately went to explain himself. “No! No, it’s just– uhm… how did you know that? I promise it’s not like that. I just, I think you’re really pretty but I’d never take action because, well, you’re older than me and uh, you’re probably not interested and– who even told you anyway? It doesn’t matter, sorry I shouldn’t have—”
Your hand wrapped around the collar of his t-shirt, closing the distance between you as you pressed a kiss to his lips. He melted into it instantly, humming against your mouth. Once you were satisfied that his rambling would stop you pulled back, hand still clenched in fabric. Blown out brown eyes met your own, his jaw dropped open a little– you giggled, using the finger of your free hand to push it closed.
“You okay?” You asked softly, pulling your hand away. The headlights of a passing car illuminated his face, lighting pale skin in such a way that it made him look as if he was glowing.
Choso opened his mouth again. “I– why did you do that?” he stumbled, clearing his throat after.
You simply smiled at him. “Because, I like you too. Obviously. Are you really that blind?”
He shook his head frantically, still leant over the console, being held up by your fist in his collar. “No…” he murmured, relaxing so much it was like he was sinking behind the neckline of his t-shirt.
You hummed at him skeptically. “So you knew I've been flirting with you for months now, huh? Why deny it when I said I knew you liked me then?” You questioned, cooing at him.
Choso shrugged dizzily, seemingly lost in the way you were speaking to him. “Uhm” He mumbled. “I dunno. I lied. I thought you weren’t into me.” he whispered.
You giggled at him. “I know sweetie.” Just as you were about to open your mouth to say something more, you saw Choso’s eyes divert to the side– downward, specifically. You pulled away, following his gaze only to realize the popcorn was all over the floor. You swore under your breath. “Shit.”
The dark haired boy whined, leaning back in his seat. “Damnnit, now I’ve gotta clean that up tomorrow.” He mumbled. You turned to look at him once you’d picked up the empty bowl from the floor.
“I can help, but you gotta take me on a proper date after.” You proposed, “How about that? We can go out to lunch or something, maybe go to the record shop after?”
Choso moved his head to look at you, cheek pressed against the leather of his seat. “That would be nice.” He breathed, slumping impossibly further against the seat, whole body fully relaxed. You patted his cheek, grinning once again.
“Okay then. It’s a plan.”
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The King of Curses Sukuna become intoxicated with the dip that connects your shoulder and your neck because of your scent. Despite being your lover, he thinks this is a troublesome thing.
content ꩜ 2.5k words ， (domestic) fluff ， heian au ， herbalist reader ， marriage life ， having a child together ， scents and sniffing... ， honestly lots of purple prose ， no real warnings its just sukuna fluff ， i can't say anything
You have noticed that before supper, Lord Sukuna becomes restless every time he comes near you.
You realize this not soon enough, but this is simply due to the doing of Ryōmen Sukuna being utterly, thoroughly, and inexplicably enthralled by the way you, his wife smells. There is a certain way the fragrance that clings to the fine hairs on your neck feel and smell, one that Lord Sukuna does not know how to describe. Truthfully, this should not be a concern for him, especially given you are simply you, the herbalist daughter of that man who owns the apothecary.
And yet, he cannot stop himself from restlessness nor get the thought of you out of his head because of three distinctly indistinct reasons.
Firstly, the hollow of your neck smells of the herbs you pick at dawn. He does not know why they linger so often and so potently, however, the smell is unmistakable, because Ryōmen Sukuna cannot be mistaken. He has wandered through the plains near the capital much and many times, some at your request when you were too sickly to gather said herbs (and even then, you still smelled like the plants you gathered). This is a hassle to him. Because now Sukuna possesses knowledge and assumptions that beneath your jaw lies angelica smelling of earth and warmth, tangy sweetness hidden under musk. Then the slight bitterness of mugwort and dried chrysanthemums that’s near honey-like in softness.
You have been courted by Ryōmen Sukuna for six months, officially. This is merely because although the King of Curses, the Four-Armed Calamity does not abide by rules given by anybody other than himself, you have become the bender of his soul at your will. The featherlight touches you have given each other during your exhausting sessions of teaching him literacy—which have still resumed in motion—have proven intoxicating to Sukuna because at the second your body comes into his vicinity, he is swallowed by the warmth of your potent scent. Although, he would never admit to it.
Secondly, the sleeves of your kimono smell of smoke. They seem to absorb everything, and they seem to absorb home. The charcoal of hearth sticks strongly to the intricately woven strings of the fabric and a reddish, almost skittish in aroma comfort sticks to the roof of Lord Sukuna’s nose. Then there is the smell of fresh steamed rice, the surprisingly sweet smell that coats your sleeves again; only available to him once he’s stood close enough to you. Then there comes roasted tea, to the fresh rush grass of the apothecary’s tatami, to the undeniable overarching smell of sun: warm linen, spring wind.
Sukuna has found himself inching closer to you as you work. Your father had begun snickering whenever Sukuna came over for you. Your father is a man too, and your father had been in love with your mother for far too long to not know the humiliating way a man can become transfixed with a woman’s scent.
Thirdly and lastly, Lord Sukuna has memorized the scent of your hair. Before supper, Sukuna has found you in your chambers alone frequently; nothing immoral, nothing indecent happens. You are simply a woman that understandably prides herself in her hair, as all women do in this period. A wooden brush combs through the bottoms of your silky hair at first, then it breaches up, up, and up. Your hair also smells of spring, somehow even in the winter. The locks of your hair are well taken care of. You brush through it once and smile once you are alerted of his unannounced presence.
But that does not matter, because your hair smells of plum blossom oil. You perfumed it. You also smell like camelia, clean and unfloral, somehow exhilarating for Ryomen Sukuna. In the fourth month of your courtship, Sukuna had presented you with a gift—which you have suspected was stolen—of aloeswood. You had never used it because who are you but not a humble herbalist? You are no noble. Even if Sukuna seems to treat you as such.
Now Ryōmen Sukuna has never understood why nobles insist on burning expensive incense until their robes smell like forests that have never existed. Smoke is smoke. Perfume is perfume. If a person smells pleasant, they smell pleasant. If they do not, they should bathe.
Simple.
Which is precisely why he refuses to acknowledge that his newly-wedded wife smells different from everyone else. The proximity that is afforded at the act of sharing a home together has become Lord Sukuna’s blessing and Lord Sukuna’s curse. Because now, he owns a home that smells of you, or you smell of home. You’ve infiltrated the space where he resides and it has become a problem as it bedriddens him in bed, almost refusing to let go of his partner as the sun comes to wake him from his slumber. And it is horrible to get him off you before supper.
You notice of course. Sukuna, your husband—the word tasted so foreign in your mouth, yet with the same sweetness of pounded rice cakes—and his shift in demeanor. You have known the man for years. Taught him, thought of him, loved him. You figure it is simply because he is your husband that he has started creating excuses to stand as close to you as possible. Ridiculous, you’ve said to his face. He simply frowns at the comment and refuses to leave your side.
And this problem of your scent worsens considerably after your marriage. He wants to bury himself in the crook of your neck constantly. It did not matter that Lord Sukuna, the terror that came from the East had learnt courtship for you—because even if you knew the decadent tales of women in the Heian period, you still dreamed of proper marriage; some hope you never thought would be lived until the man whom everyone feared somehow made it come true. It did not matter that Lord Sukuna learnt how to read because of you, and then for you. Because he at the very least understands that those acts had a goal: you. Now what is the goal of him wanting to merge his body with you because of your scent? And how does it not make it worse now that he’s realized, as you’ve settled in your new home, that your scent no longer belongs only to you.
Eventually, Ryōmen Sukuna accepted that every room you occupy eventually begins to resemble you. The bedding. His robes, if you have folded them—and while he has never explicitly asked, you cannot deny the amusement you feel when you see your husband tug at his sleeves whenever you’ve washed and folded his clothing. The wooden engawa where you insist on sitting to dry herbs. The sleeves of the kosode you absentmindedly borrow and never remember returning. This, apparently, is what wives do.
Irritating. Extremely. He does not mind; he minds very much.
Marriage, Sukuna discovers, is deeply inconvenient. Before, he only encountered you when he sought you. Now you are simply everywhere. You brush your hair beside him. You fall asleep against him. You steal his blankets despite claiming they belong to both of you. His rooms smell like plum blossom oil. His robes smell faintly of dried chrysanthemum. There is perpetually tea somewhere. He has begun identifying your whereabouts by scent alone. This is an ability no battlefield has ever required of him.
Once, Uraume asks where you’ve gone during the winter. Of course, you pluck herbs, you wander about constantly. Yet you are now Lord Sukuna’s lady, which means you must be protected because stuffs and persons that Lord Sukuna possesses must be protected.
Sukuna looks up from the veranda. His arms are tucked into his sleeves; you’ve modified his new kimono for his second pair of arms, even as you waddle pregnant, after Sukuna had deflowered you on your wedding day. He grunted for you to stop as you would exhaust yourself and you had not listened. “…South garden.”
Uraume blinks. “Did Lady [Name] tell you?”
Sukuna merely shakes his head and he leaves it at that. He continues to stare at the unseeable particles that are swept by the breeze, tucking his hands further into his sleeves. Uraume waits and still, Sukuna says nothing further.
Several moments later, you emerge from the south garden carrying a basket of herbs. Uraume decides not to ask. Uraume notices something odd the next following months; Lord Sukuna had begun collecting your hair, the ones that fall out from the weight of your weave. Somehow, they still smell like your oils.
Sukuna believes nothing could get as disturbing as your scent after your marriage. He is proven wrong. Ten months after your marriage, your son is born. Effectively humanoid-looking, and with the grip that your father, his grandfather says, might rival Lord Sukuna himself. Sukuna had struck his father-in-law a proud little smirk at that comment. His son shall grow strong. He shall also inherit your beauty, and perhaps, the constant, everbearing scent of the hearthlike smoke and camelia oil.
Sukuna stares at the infant for an extraordinarily long time, and soon enough, it is the summer and your son has grown faster than you would like.
Your son toddles through the house on unsteady legs, forever smelling faintly of warm milk, crushed grass, and the plum blossom oil you insist on rubbing through the child’s hair whenever it begins sticking up. Sukuna has developed the deeply unfortunate habit of lifting the boy beneath the arms whenever he walks past, not because he particularly intends to but merely because he can. Each time, he pauses and sniffs once.
Sukuna watches with curious eyes, your son waddling in the open garden; eventually, he trots over to his father. Sukuna bends slightly and effortlessly, picks your son up, that little boy that’s become too heavy for you to carry but of course, all too light for Sukuna to carry—though he does not seem to mind being assigned carrying duty. One measured breath. Angelica. Mugwort. Smoke. Spring wind. All over again, his nose is engulfed with the smell of you. So he speaks, “You smell.”
Your son’s face crumples, like his favorite bamboo toy had been broken right in front of his eyes. But before tears can stream down his face, Sukuna continues. “Like your mother.”
Perhaps materializing out of thin air, you appear behind him. “You keep smelling him,” you laugh. A radiant giggle at the antics of your husband. Still, you have not quite figured out the exact reason why he keeps smelling you, nor your son.
“He smells of you,” Sukuna murmurs. Your son blinks up at him once, then yawns, tucking his face and the tousle of hair into his father’s chest. Your son was inexplicably fond of your husband it seems, mostly because he had read him tales for children in different voices, even if he would never admit it to you. “And he smells of milk.”
You blink. “He is a baby.”
Sukuna nods, because he does not want to demand answers. Sukuna is not afraid of things, however, demanding answers from you has caused unpleasant things to rise and curdle in his chest. So Sukuna simply stays quiet. He has just stayed content and irrationally pleased at your son’s acquired scent.
On the eighteenth day of the third month, before supper, you had changed the scented oil you use in your hair simply because you found a new recipe from an elderly woman in the neighboring village which you infused with something else. It’s more woody. No doubt about it, it is the scent of aloeswood, the agar of it all making you smell… royal. That evening, Sukuna freezes the moment you walk into the room. He frowns deeply and it only serves to make you frown back. “What?”
“Something is different,” Sukuna mutters, akin to an afterthought he had not yet even conjured up yet. “You smell…” he struggles. Like the words physically pain him. Your hair does not smell of the clean plum blossom he had grown to detect just by standing, it smelled like something heavier. Not unpleasant, just, “…Wrong.”
You gasp dramatically. “My own husband has insulted me.”
Sukuna frowns at your conclusion. “I did not.”
“You say I smell wrong,” you point at him, eyes narrowing. Sukuna has learnt that upsetting you is something that is as much of a hassle as an army sent by the Imperial Court itself. Sukuna takes a step back, hands slipping into his sleeves once more, his ever-staying habit.
“You do,” he reaffirms, “your hair smells different,” you would find it almost comical how much he had moved from his position after taking that step back. He sniffs your hair once, a heavy whiff of deep, woody textures that smell entirely too wrong surrounds him. “You must change it.”
“No,” was your simple answer. And after arguing for three more sentences, Sukuna forfeited. No, postponed his battle, because Sukuna does not forfeit. Sukuna does not lose. And yet Sukuna spends the entire week pretending not to care. He gave you the scent you are wearing. It is technically a bestowment. And he should not care about the scent of his woman, and yet, he absolutely cares. He dislikes this new scent. Not because it smells bad. Because it doesn’t smell like you. He doesn’t realize that’s the reason so he tells himself the plum oil was simply superior.
Eventually you switch back. Entirely because you preferred the old one anyway. That evening Sukuna walks past you. Pauses. His shoulders visibly relax. “…Better.”
Sukuna still does not understand why the scent of your hair changing bothers him so much. “Did you hate it that much?” he does not respond. He didn’t. Still, it was not you.
One evening, before supper, after you have both long since put your son to bed—he had also become a rather restless little creature, same as his father—you find Sukuna sitting alone on the engawa. The night is cool and crickets sing. You settle beside him without a word. After all these years, silence between the two of you has become comfortable. You lean your shoulder against his. He says nothing and only turns his head slowly until his face rests against the crook of your neck.
You smile despite yourself. “What are you doing?”
Sukuna does not answer your call. Not even a small grunt escapes his throat and he simply looks onward at your shared garden. You try again. “My lord?” and he still does not answer. So you try again. “Sukuna?”
A long pause. Then, quietly, he murmurs, again, like it is an afterthought that he couldn’t even fathom thinking, “…You smell nice.”
You laugh softly. “That’s all?”
“Yes.”
So you understand now. The way he had started associating your scent with things he has never had names for. Returning. Warmth. Rain against the roof. Dinner waiting. The sound of brushes scratching against paper. Home. He does not know it is home. He only knows that whenever he catches the familiar mixture of plum blossom oil, crushed herbs, smoke from the hearth, and the faint sweetness of dried persimmons you insist on keeping in the cupboard, something deep inside him unwinds.
“You looked terribly serious,” you say blankly.
Sukuna looks at you for one moment, then brushes the hair covering your neck. He plunges into the valley. “I am serious."
IM SALIVATING THIS IS SO GORGEOUS AND CAPTURES THE NUANCES OF SUKUNAS CHARACTER SO WELL I FEEL LIKE HE DEFINITELY FOCUSES MORE ON HIS SENSED BC HE KNOWS HE CAN TRUST THEM AND NOT WHAT HE FEELS BC HE DOESNT THINK HE FEELS ANYTHING SO THEREFOR WHEN HE BEGINS TO ASSOCIATE CERTAIN SCENTS W COMFORT THATS WHEN HIS DUMBASS REALISES HE IS IS WELL AND TRULY IN LOVE 10/10 SCRUMDIDDLYUMPTIOUS FIC
