sweet tooth | ryomen sukuna
episode 15: tell me that you love me
pairing: ryomen sukuna x fem!reader (university au)
summary: sukuna has a notorious reputation on campus of being terrifying, but it's hard to be too scared of the guy when he shows up to your family’s failing bakery every day to buy strawberry shortbread.
when your life feels like its falling apart you discover just how sweet he can be.
word count: 11.9k
content: 18+ mdni, smut, university au, FLUFF, angst, humor, slow burn, idiots in love, miscommunication, parental illness, grief, toxic ex-bf, reference to past sexual coercion/assault, stress and overwork, introverted reader, panic attacks, anxiety, loss of a parent, phone sex, long distance relationship, yearning
a/n: sorry this took so long I was too preoccupied with my magical girl fic
series masterlist | ao3 | previous chapter (ch14) | next chapter (ch16)
The time that you spent down in Kyushu had been just what you needed. An opportunity to clear your head, to sink into a different landscape and pace of life that did wonders for taking your mind off all the struggles of the last few months. The last few years, if you were being honest with yourself.
It wasn’t like you didn’t think about things, didn’t still have days where you were swamped with grief and anxiety, but the waves weren’t hitting you as fast or as hard anymore. Being away from the city made you feel like you’d finally been given the chance to breathe.
At least, most of the time. Because having your mom there felt like something of a double edged sword.
One one hand, she did everything in her power to cater for you, trying to make your stay pleasant and offering emotional support. But on the other, her constant presence offered a reminder of everything that you had lost.
Being with her resurfaced endless happy memories from your childhood with the two of them - catching crabs in buckets on the beach, watching fireworks from the top of a nearby hill, your dad teaching you how to surf on the mellow waves on the beach mere meters from the house.
Those memories often weighed heavy on your heart, a bittersweet feeling overtaking you whenever your mother would recall a treasured moment together. You knew that she was trying to help, that she was eager to focus on all the happy times, to give you pleasant memories rather than ones of your father’s ultimate demise.
But that didn’t make it any less difficult - the weight of all the good times that you could never have back scraping at your skin.
Regardless, you couldn’t blame her too much for bringing those things up, even when it hurt you. It was important that you kept in mind that she was grieving just like you were, and likely wanted to tell those stories for her own benefit just as much as yours. One day you’d be grateful for all the time the two of you spent remembering him in these precious months spent in Kyushu.
That was what you needed to remember whenever the grief started to creep in.
A lot of the time you were by yourself, with your mom spending her days at work. You made the most of it all the same, rising early each morning when your mom would head out of the door, spending the first few hours of your day watching lecture recordings and ensuring that you kept on top of all of your uni work. You’d still take your exams at the end of the semester and you didn’t want to fall behind.
In the afternoons, the world was your oyster. You’d usually go out for a long walk on the beach not far from your mother’s house, letting your toes sink into the sand, appreciating the lingering warmth that would’ve fled Tokyo by now with the changing of the season. Often, you’d find a pleasant rock to sit on and spend hours losing yourself in some book.
Lately, you’d been reading the Natural History of Dragons series by Marie Brennan, which gave you ample opportunity to imagine yourself in some fantasy world in which you were a bold dragon researcher, far removed from the tragedy that had plagued your reality.
When you weren’t reading, you’d use the binoculars that you’d kept in the Kyushu home since your childhood, scanning the waves for signs of sea life. You had the luck of a fair few dolphin viewings under your belt, although it was seals that you encountered much more regularly. It put you at ease to watch them playing together in the bay.
You’d tried on numerous occasions to take videos of them to send to Sukuna, but they always just showed up as black smudges in the distance via your phone camera. It was something that frustrated you greatly because they looked so clear from where you were standing, you could never understand how it translated so poorly onto your phone.
Sukuna would just have to wait until he came to visit for the pleasure of seeing them.
He was the one drawback to your life down in Kyushu. Because as much as you were enjoying your time away from the city and the weight that came with it, you found yourself missing Sukuna to a near unbearable extent. He’d become such a fixture in your life over the last few months - always there at your side, always offering support whenever you needed it.
It was lonely without him there with you, leaving you wishing that you could brush your fingers against his when you were taking one of your walks on the beach, snuggling yourself up against a plushie at night and imagining that it was him there next to you.
It helped that he made a constant effort to stay in contact with you, texting about his day, sending you funny pictures and videos, and calling you almost every night. The evenings spent on Discord playing video games together made it almost feel like those days where he’d been staying at your apartment, with you watching him play God of War.
But it still wasn’t enough for you.
You wanted him physically at your side, to feel the warmth of his touch that you’d been yearning for since your first week apart. Ever since he’d agreed to come and see you during reading week, you’d been counting down the days to his arrival, excitedly crossing off your calendar each morning.
It was late November when he finally arrived. You’d practically sprung out of your seat when there’d been a knock on the door, much to your mother’s amusement. Pulling the door open, you’d wasted no time flinging yourself into his arms - up on your tiptoes with your arms stretched up around his neck, with his hands coming to rest gently on your waist.
“Hey, baby.” He hummed, a smile stretching across his tattooed face.
“Hey.” You breathed, flushing softly as you pulled back to look at him properly.
He looked more handsome than ever, wearing baggy green cargo pants and a black thrasher hoodie, reminiscent of the ones that you’d often seen Choso wear. He had a black backpack slung over his shoulder, adorned with various pins and patches. His pink hair was a little tousled in a cute way, as if he’d been sleeping on it funny during his journey here.
Leaning down, he captured your lips with his, pulling you close to him once more. It was the kind of kiss that stole the breath from your lungs - filled with need and yearning that had been built up over the span of months. You only drew back at the sound of your mother clearing her throat, regarding the two of you with a bemused smile.
Flushing, you ushered Sukuna in, dropping your gaze down to the floor in embarrassment as your mom greeted your boyfriend. “Nice to meet you properly, Sukuna.” She said, entirely too smug. “We didn’t get much of a chance for real introductions at the funeral. Although, I feel like I know you pretty well based on how much my daughter talks about you.”
If possible, you reddened further. “Come on, mom.” You grumbled.
“What? It's a compliment to him, isn’t it?” She said with a smile.
Sukuna was pursing his lips, clearly doing his best not to start laughing. He was used to watching your dad go out of his way to tease you, but he obviously hadn’t expected for your mom to be the same. He was probably wondering how you ended up so shy when both of your parents would pull stuff like this.
Maybe it was because of the way they were.
“It is a compliment.” He agreed with a shit-eating grin “Please tell me more about what she’s said about me.”
You rolled your eyes, wishing you could sink into the floor as your mother laughed, patting him on the shoulder affectionately. “Oh I can see why her father liked you!” You bit down on your lip, the weight of that statement heavy in your chest.
As if realising what she’d said, your mom was quick to change the subject.
“You must’ve had a long journey coming here on the train?”
“It wasn’t too bad. Definitely worth it.” He said with a shrug, shooting you a sly look that had butterflies swarming in your stomach.
Your mom turned to you, sensing that you were getting fidgety.
“Honey, why don’t you show Sukuna where your room is so he can put his stuff down - I’ll get dinner on the table.”
Nodding, your fingers curled around Sukuna’s wrist, tugging him the direction of the stairs, eager to get out of the situation as fast as possible. You’d never really minded the tendency of either parent to tease you, but this time it had you feeling a little wistful. You should’ve had these kinds of interactions with your dad, but now you never would.
It hurt to think about.
“Everything okay?” Ever-perceptive, Sukuna noticed the way you faltered ever so slightly as you pulled him into your room.
“Yeah.” You said, turning to glance at him, heart picking up as you met his gaze. How you’d missed getting to admire those crimson eyes. “I just- when she does that stuff, it reminds me of my dad, that’s all.”
Sukuna wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close against his chest. You took a deep breath, appreciating the way that his comforting scent filled your nostrils. Your brain felt like it was going haywire being so close to him once again. You’d forgotten how comforting it was to be in his arms.
One of his hands found its way to your hair, stroking the strands gently. “Yeah, they’re kinda similar, huh? I was surprised.”
You giggled. Your parents were remarkably similar. You imagined that was what had attracted them together in the first place, finding a mirror in the other. Unfortunately, their similarities were ultimately their undoing, because where their best features aligned, so did their flaws.
It's hard to be with someone who reflects all the worst parts of yourself.
At least they were both mature enough to call it quits before things got too ugly between them. You believed that they still loved each other right up to the end of your father’s life - they just knew that they couldn’t stay together without resentment building.
It was better that way. You didn’t want parents who couldn’t even look at each other - it was clear that was the experience that Sukuna had dealt with, and it sounded miserable.
“Yeah, really similar.” You agreed.
“She’s not gonna try and show me her baseball card collection is she?”
“No, you’re safe. She might show you her soaps though.”
“Her soaps?” Sukuna asked, shooting you a quizzical look.
“She saw this YouTube video about how to make soap at home. She has this whole etsy business that she runs out of the shed. The smell in there is crazy.” You explained.
You’d only been into the shed once in your stay here, and that was enough for you - the overpowering odour left you with a headache for days.
“Okay, well I’m gonna have to see that.”
You rolled your eyes. “Don’t ask her about it, you’ll never get her to stop talking. She’ll make you go into the shed while she talks you through every single one and you slowly suffocate to death. She’ll probably give you some of her rejects to take home too.”
“Well, that sounds ideal.” He chuckled, releasing you from his grasp now that you seemed to have sufficiently recovered from your melancholy. “I can use them as souvenirs to placate Satoru.”
“You have to get Satoru a souvenir?” You asked.
Sukuna sighed, running a hand through his hair. “He said that he would be upset if I didn’t, since he got me something on his holiday.”
You tilted your head in interest. “What’d he get you?”
His shoulders fell, as if it was a topic that he’d rather leave undiscussed. Slowly he shrugged his backpack from his shoulder, placing it down on your bed. With an expression that was clearly disgust, he pointed to a keychain hanging off the zipper.
It was a bright blue, shiny thing - completely out of keeping with Sukuna’s usual tastes and colour palette, standing out amongst all of his more grungy patches and pins. On it was a crudely drawn image of a bird which you assumed was a blue tit - purely on the basis of the three words under the drawing which read: I love tits.
You couldn’t help the giggle that ripped through you, doubling over as you covered your mouth. Satoru had certainly gone out of his way to find something that Sukuna would hate. “That’s awful.” You said between laughs. “Why do you actually have it on your bag though?”
“Satoru threw a fit this morning when he saw I was leaving and didn’t have it on my bag. Made me go and get it. It was lucky I hadn’t thrown it away because imagine the lecture he would’ve given me.” He said with an eye roll.
Satoru was funny to you. It was hard to tell if the tantrums he’d throw at Sukuna came from a genuine place or if he simply knew how to play your boyfriend even better than you did. You supposed that if you were to give Sukuna a terrible gift he would still pretend to like it to spare your feelings unlike the outright displeasure he’d show to Satoru.
“Anyway, you want it? You can have it.” He continued, tugging the keyring off his bag and holding it out to you.
“I don’t want that.” You said with a giggle, pushing his hand away. “Although considering how much that sucks, I feel like giving him soap isn’t the play. Let’s find him something really terrible.”
You had a whole week planned with activities for Sukuna’s stay, you were certain that you’d be able to find a crappy souvenir shop that could produce something terrible for him to give the man.
“I uh, actually got you a gift.” Sukuna said, almost bashfully.
“Is it a bird keychain? Because if it is, I don’t want it.”
“No.” He rummaged around in his bag for a few seconds before pulling out a small item wrapped up in pink tissue paper. Pushing the paper aside once he’d dropped it into your outstretched hand, you stared down at a small velvet box.
Had he bought you jewelry? Now you felt bad that you hadn’t got anything for him. If you’d known that he would do this, you would’ve gotten him something.
“Quit thinking.” He said, flicking you lightly on the forehead. “Open it.”
Flipping the box open, you let out a little gasp at the sight of the necklace sitting inside. It had a silver chain, with its central feature being a teardrop shaped red gem, one uncannily similar to the deep hues of Sukuna’s eyes. He was studying your reaction carefully, nibbling on his lip as you pulled the jewelry from its box.
“This is beautiful.” You breathed, holding it up to the light to admire the way that the gem shone. This was the first time in your life that you’d ever been gifted jewelry. In all the time that you and Hiromi had been together, he’d never thought to do such a thing.
“I thought it would suit you, I always like it when you wear red.”
“I love it.” You breathed.
It was a shame that you didn’t have much occasion to wear it in your current state - you were generally in the house wearing your most comfortable clothes with no one to admire your new necklace. You’d have to get some good wear out of it while Sukuna was here with you.
“Can I put it on you?” He asked, his hands gently reaching for the delicate chain. You released it to him, turning and raising your hair to allow him easier access. You were glad that you’d opted to wear black today - it would allow the necklace to stand out perfectly against your clothes.
The gem felt weighty as it pressed against your sternum, goosebumps rising as the chain skimmed against your skin. Sukuna’s breath fanned against you while he fumbled with the clasp, the intimacy of the moment making your breath hitch.
Once it was secured, he leaned forward and pressed a kiss against your neck, arms wrapping snugly around your waist. “I really missed you.” He mumbled into your skin.
“I missed you too.”
Turning around to look at him, you pushed yourself up on your tiptoes and kissed him sweetly. The way that he eagerly kissed you back, drawing you against him possessively, had your heart fluttering desperately. After all this time it would be nice to just stay like this for a while, taking care to remember the feeling of his lips.
But as much as you wanted to spend the rest of the evening in your room, showing Sukuna just how much you’d missed him, you couldn’t quite forget the fact that you were staying at your mother’s house, and therefore not free to do whatever you pleased as you normally would.
Instead, you found yourself sitting at the kitchen table, indulging yourself in your mom’s special homemade crab ramen that she only bothered to make for special occasions, trying your best not to laugh at how flustered Sukuna seemed to be getting as your mom fired off a hundred questions at him.
You liked to think that your dad would be proud of her.
She covered almost every possible topic under the sun, starting with the basic questions about what he studied at university and his hobbies, before delving into far deeper topics like the complexities of Sukuna’s family, how he’d come to know your dad, and just what his intentions were with you.
None of her questions were in bad faith - you were certain that Sukuna knew that, but she’d always been both intense and nosy, and you were pretty sure the barrage had Sukuna on the backfoot - something that you weren’t really used to witnessing. It was almost enjoyable to see him squirm while you remained a blissful observer to the conversation.
Of course, that didn’t last for too long because Sukuna eventually found his footing and ended up pushing the conversation in the direction he wanted by asking your mother if she had any childhood pictures of you.
There was nothing that she loved more than pulling out the photo albums, and you barely had time to protest, practically choking on your mouthful of crab as she rushed over to the cabinet gleefully, gushing over how glad she was that he’d asked.
Sukuna had shot you a smug look which told you this was something he’d been wanting for a while.
Of course it was, because you’d equally love to see pictures of your terrifying boyfriend as a mere child, keen to know at what point he grew into looking as intimidating as he did. However, you weren’t keen on him seeing your pictures, because in most of them you looked like a total dork.
Not that your desires would ever stop your mom from showing a willing participant endless photos of her daughter that she was just so proud of. Even if you did look stupid and awkward in over half the photos, she saw them as endearing.
And to be fair - so did Sukuna.
His eyes lit up as your mother talked him through each album. She started off with the baby pictures, cooing at images of you swaddled up in a blue blanket when they’d first brought you home from the hospital. Those were quickly replaced by the ones where you were a toddler, standing on unsteady feet in various places, usually with a bashful expression on your round face.
The majority of the pictures were from when you were a little older though, between the ages of five and ten, just before your parents got divorced. It showed you on numerous different holidays and outings, usually wearing some poorly colour coordinated outfit with a silly graphic on it. For the most part you’d have a big goofy smile on your face, laughing at one thing or other - most likely at your dad, who dominated a lot of the pictures.
Your mother was the photographer of the family, generally always behind the lens, meaning that your dad was almost always in the frame - holding your hand, or looking down at you adoringly. It had your heart wrenching for a moment, biting down on your lip to try and stop the sadness from creeping in.
Sukuna was quick to save your mood though, taking your mind off things as he laughed heartily at one of the photos.
“This one’s so cute.”
You leant over to see what he was looking at, smiling at the sight of you at 8-years-old, standing in knee high water, wearing a fishing bib and holding a tuna that was almost bigger than you were. You had two small arms wrapped around the scaly beast, most likely struggling with its weight, but your face was adorned with a big lopsided grin - one which proudly displayed several missing baby teeth.
“Ah, that damn fish! We were supposed to eat it for dinner but you threw such a fit that we ended up releasing it.” Your mom said, exasperated. “We ended up with nothing but rice to eat for the evening.”
“So you’ve always been soft, huh?” Sukuna teased, nudging you with his arm.
You had always been soft. As much as you were fascinated by animals, and had enjoyed the process of fishing, you didn’t like the idea of ending something’s life - at least at your own hands.
Sukuna took out his phone and snapped an image of the photo, shooting you a mischievous grin that told you he would be referencing this image in the future. You didn’t mind - it certainly wasn’t the most embarrassing one there.
The desire to hide away overtook you when you did finally get onto the more humiliating segment of the photobook - your early teenage years.
It was a mess of bad outfits, questionable haircuts, acne, and solemn expressions. You’d not been what anyone would’ve considered to be a cool teenager - on the contrary, you’d been something of a stereotypical nerd. But that didn’t stop Sukuna from quietly flipping through the album with a soft look on his face, as if endeared by your past dorkiness rather than judgemental of it.
It didn’t stop an anxious assertion from jumping up your throat though, wringing your fingers together nervously. “We probably wouldn’t have ended up together if we met in high school, huh?”
“Don’t be dumb.” He said easily, not even bothering to entertain the self-deprecation in that statement. “I still would’ve found you cute if we’d met back then.”
You caught the way your mother’s face lit up at his excellent response, shooting you a look that told you she was very approving of his words. It was nice to know that Sukuna was doing such a good job of impressing her - not that you really had any doubts in your mind where it came to that. If Sukuna could charm your dad, he’d have no problem doing the same with your mom.
Flipping further through the album, you watched as the time gaps between pictures grew larger, demonstrating big jumps in age as you stopped spending as much time with your mother. Your father all but disappeared from the album, save for a lovely picture of the three of you at your high school graduation.
You supposed that your university graduation would only feature you and your mom.
“We’ll have to take some pictures with you this week, Sukuna.” Your mom said quickly, sensing your line of thinking. “Still loads of space in this album!”
Offering her a soft smile, you nodded slowly. “Yeah. We will.”
Later that evening, you found yourself curled up in Sukuna’s arms. By the time your mother had finished going through all the photos it had grown late and you’d all retired for the evening. The two of you were huddled up under your blankets, shielding each other from the late November chill. His breath was warm against the top of your head, his presence soothing you.
“Sorry my mom’s so intense.”
He chuckled. “Nah, she’s fine. I wasn’t expecting to be asked to recall the name of my childhood cat though! It almost came across like she was trying to hack an account of mine or something.”
“I’m surprised she didn’t ask for your mother’s maiden name too.” You said joining in with his laughter.
Your mother was the type of person who liked to know everything about everyone, talking away even to her own detriment - but it was always well-meaning. You were glad that Sukuna hadn’t felt too overwhelmed.
“How are you doing though?” He asked, stroking your hair. “You looked a little distant at dinner.”
“I’m okay.” You said, nuzzling your face into his chest and muffling your voice ever so slightly. “It's just still a little hard when she brings out the photos and stories.”
He was silent for a few beats.
“Sorry, I shouldn’t have asked to see them.”
“No! No, it's fine.” You said hastily, looking up at him. It wasn’t his fault by any means and you certainly didn’t want him to feel bad. “I know I’d wanna see yours so…”
He hummed, pressing a kiss against your forehead. “I’m sure my dad would love to show you when you come and visit - probably for the purpose of highlighting how much of a bad kid I always was. He’ll probably pull you aside and ask if I’m holding you hostage.
“I’m sure that’s not what he thinks.”
Considering your recent meeting with Wasuke, you were certain that your boyfriend’s view on things wasn’t quite accurate. Wasuke didn’t come across as particularly hostile or disappointed in Sukuna, save for an atmosphere of desire for his son to call him more. In your mind, that was the opposite of hatred.
“I mean, I was a bad kid.” Sukuna laughed. “There’s all these pictures of me and Jin where he looks like an angel and I’m like, covered in mud and wearing the nastiest expression imaginable.”
You smiled at the thought of that, able to almost picture it in your head. Sukuna had often highlighted how wild of a kid he was - it was clear that he’d mellowed out significantly upon reaching adulthood, but the chaotic edge that had marked his childhood was still there, just a little more honed now, prevalent only in certain situations.
Situations that you generally weren’t privy to.
You hadn’t mentioned it to Sukuna, but you’d heard from Satoru that your boyfriend had thoroughly put that mean cheerleader, Yorozu, in her place. Satoru had recounted to you the exact words that Sukuna had used in putting her down, which had you a little surprised because it strayed so far from the sweet nature that he displayed to you.
Not that you disliked it by any means. You were glad that he’d stand up for you, and you liked that you seemed to be the only person who got this sweet side of him. The only person who got to see beyond his toughened exterior.
“I bet you were still so cute back then though - mud and all.” You said. You imagined that he had a comparable image to the one of you holding the big fish, although unlike you, you imagined that little Sukuna would’ve been more than happy to eat whatever animal he caught with no remorse.
“Oh, still so cute? You think I’m cute now?” He was peering down at you, a smug grin fixed on his handsome face.
“Obviously?”
He probably wasn’t the type of person most would describe as cute - hot would be a more appropriate term to use. But that didn’t stop you from thinking that he was, with his soft pink hair and pretty crimson eyes.
For a moment he seemed almost caught off guard, looking down at you like he wasn’t expecting a genuine answer. His comment had likely just been simple teasing after all. You felt the arm resting around your waist tighten ever so slightly, pulling you closer to him.
“Mmm. If you say so.”
It was a nonchalant response, but you could see the pink dusting his cheeks even in the low light of the glow-in-the-dark plastic stars on your bedroom ceiling. Shifting ever so slightly, you rested your hand on his shoulder, huddling yourself closer against his warm body, letting him maneuver you as he pulled your weight fully onto him.
“I think you’re much cuter.” He mumbled against your ear, your own cheeks flushing in return at how deep and raspy his voice sounded, lowered in the way it was. It had a fire igniting in your gut, one that you desperately tried to ignore, unwilling to satisfy such an urge knowing that your mom was in the next room over.
Knowing your mom and her disregard for boundaries, you wouldn’t be surprised if she outright brought up any sounds she heard, which was a humiliating fate you were desperate to avoid. She’d already given you a long lecture about making sure you were being safe, and frankly you’d be happy to never talk about your sex life with your mother again.
For that night, your desires would just have to wait.
It wasn’t the end of the world - with the two of you heading off on a little Kyushu roadtrip together over the next few days, there’d be plenty of time for the two of you to meet your needs after all this time apart.
For a few minutes, the two of you lay in silence, all tangled up together. Your face was buried in Sukuna’s shoulder, feeling relaxed as one of his hands trailed carefully up your spine, the other playing with your hair as he always loved to do. Even though you’d grown familiar with his touch, it still never failed to have your stomach swarming with butterflies.
“I’m gonna help you forget all the sad stuff this week.” He said, squeezing you softly. “I’ll put that pretty smile on your face every chance I get.”
—
Over the next week, you and Sukuna travelled all over Kyushu in your mom’s car that she’d kindly lent to you for a few days. It had been a long time since you’d spent time moving around the island and seeing the sights, and it felt lovely to revisit all the places that had amazed you as a child, now with fresh eyes and Sukuna at your side.
You’d started off in Fukuoka, spending a couple of days in the city, eating food and visiting art galleries. It was surprising how overwhelmed you felt away from your serene life in your mother’s house, having grown accustomed to the peace and quiet of the beach and the small town that lay nearby. Considering that you’d be going back to Tokyo in a month or so, it was important that you got used to crowds again.
You and Sukuna spent lots of time taking breaks and having drinks in nice cafes to escape the overwhelming amount of people in the city, allowing you to recharge and get a handle on your anxiety. Perhaps if you were by yourself it would’ve been harder, but with Sukuna there distracting you with jokes and conversation, your focus on the crowds began to dissipate.
It allowed you to fully enjoy all the touristy things you were doing without your heart beating out of your chest - wandering around beautiful parks, visiting observation decks, meandering around aquariums - completely content with your hand entwined with Sukuna’s.
Despite the crowds, you even found it in you to brave every shitty souvenir shop in sight, spending a full afternoon on the hunt for something truly terrible for Sukuna to buy for Satoru. It was a fun game, the two of you on a total mission to find a diamond in the rough, an effort that ultimately paid off when Sukuna stumbled across something horrific.
It was a keychain with a felt clown attached to it. The lady working at the shop had tried to convince you that it was supposed to bring good fortune to the gift recipient, but you and Sukuna both doubted that was the case.
The thing was terrifying, with bulging button eyes and a drawn-on red line for lips which looked entirely too much like blood. The colours of its jester’s outfit were muted, like some forgotten toy in a haunted orphanage. It was the kind of figure that looked like it would come to life at night and watch you while you slept.
It was a perfect gift for Satoru by Sukuna’s standards. He knew that his friend had a long-lived fear of the movie Coraline and he’d hate this doll.
Perfect revenge. Well worth the trip to Fukuoka.
After a few days in the city, the two of you headed out to your next stops on the Kyushu tour, consisting of several beautiful national parks. It was the perfect time to visit, with the trees undergoing their autumn transformation, leaving the ground strewn with red and orange leaves.
You took Sukuna to your favourite gorges and waterfalls, sharing stories about your experiences visiting these places as a child - how things had changed in the time that you’d been absent.
It felt intimate to be able to share such precious remnants of your childhood with him.
Later in the week you brought him to one of your favourite places on the island - the onsen town of Kannawa, where the two of you spent a couple of days in a ryokan. It was a nice little place, one owned by a friend of your mother, who greeted you with open arms, commenting on how much you’d grown.
The last time you’d visited the ryokan you must’ve been around ten years old, and you found yourself impressed that it still looked the same as you remembered - although, the owners did seem to have aged quite a bit.
Your mother had gone all out, arranging for you to be housed in one of their nicest rooms - set up in a japanese style with futons laid out on the tatami, with sliding doors leading out into a beautifully maintained garden. The biggest attraction of the room came from the outdoor hot spring, steam rising up from it invitingly.
It was evening time when you’d first arrived, and subsequently you ended up changing into the provided yukatas and going straight to dinner, which you were able to appreciate much more than you had as a child. Its elaborate nature had been lost on the tastebuds of a ten year old who would much rather eat a bowl of ramen than several courses of delicately prepared food.
Sukuna seemed particularly comfortable with the situation, asking the host all kinds of questions about the food and where it was sourced from. She seemed thrilled that he was taking such an interest, going into detail about how they prepared their menu and came up with unique dishes.
Even though you were aware that Sukuna was a highly capable chef, considering how often he’d cooked for you when staying at your house, you hadn’t really cottoned on to just how knowledgeable he was when it came to culinary matters. You’d questioned him about it when the host had disappeared to get the next course, leaving the two of you alone.
“I guess I’ve always been interested in food.” He said with a shrug. “When I was a kid I was super interested in these knives that my dad had, but he’d only let me touch them if I was cooking under his supervision so…”
Your brow furrowed as you repressed a laugh. “What do you mean you were always interested in knives?”
“I don’t know, it was one of those taboo things. I was always told not to touch them so I wanted nothing more than to touch them.”
That didn’t come as much of a surprise to you, it was clear that Sukuna had been rebellious since birth - it was a miracle that he was so well-adjusted, you could only imagine that was largely in part to Wasuke’s persistence. Even when his son acted out and did things like changing his own surname, Wasuke was still there for him, doing his best for his troublemaker son.
Sukuna was well-adjusted because despite all his attempts to be hated, he was raised with nothing but dedicated affection. No matter how much he disliked Wasuke’s strict nature, there was no denying that his father was there for him.
“Anyway, at some point I realised that it became less about wanting to hold the knives and more about genuinely enjoying cooking.” He continued.
“I always wondered why the stuff you made me tasted so good - I assumed that I was just bad at cooking.”
He pulled a face. “Two things can be true, baby.”
It wasn’t like you were all that phased by his comment. Even though you were a fantastic baker, you couldn’t really claim any culinary skill or understanding outside of that bubble. Where savory meals were concerned, you’d never really been bothered with learning or experimenting, often too busy to cook and opting for convenience store meals.
The worth had only become apparent to you following the start of your relationship with Sukuna, in which he cooked you some of the best meals you’d ever had, and all of a sudden you didn’t feel as exhausted as you usually would.
“Maybe you should be a chef, then?” You suggested.
“Being an engineer would pay more. Plus it feels like a waste to have spent three years studying to then do something entirely different.”
“Loads of people do it though.”
You could understand his sentiment, but he certainly wouldn’t be the first person to finish university and then do a complete u-turn on how to live his life. If he’d be happier as a chef than as an engineer, it would be worth it.
“Mmm, we’ll see.”
“I’d be the number one patron at your restaurant.” Your smile was wide, enjoying the fantasy of showing up at some swanky place that he owned and being given the best table.
He laughed. “You wouldn’t need to be - I’d be cooking for you at our home.”
The ease with which he said that, as if it was a given that you’d one day be sharing a house, had all the air freezing in your lungs. It wasn’t a question that you’d dared to ask, even if it was something that you wondered about frequently - what was going to happen to your relationship once the two of you graduated in the spring?
From your point of view, his easy statement affirmed that he had his own thoughts on the matter - thoughts that hopefully aligned well with yours. Because even if you had no idea what sort of life you wanted to live after graduation, you knew that at the very least, you wanted to figure it out at his side.
The question of ‘what does our future look like’ was slowly forming in your mind, on the tip of your tongue and promptly dissipating at the reappearance of the host bringing out your dessert course, filing away the conversation for another day.
There was still plenty of time before graduation, you could discuss it when you were back in Tokyo with your mind a little clearer. For now, you just wanted to enjoy your time unburdened.
—
Later that night, you and Sukuna found yourselves in the hot spring, sitting side by side in the warm water, the cold air blowing a pleasant breeze across your faces. Sukuna’s arm was resting around your bare shoulders, pulling you close against him. Your legs were pressed up together beneath the water as you enjoyed a moment of peace beneath the stars.
“This feels so good.” You murmured, sinking closer to him. It felt intimate to be like this - both naked but not in a sexual context, a level of closeness that you weren’t really used to.
When you’d first discussed going to a ryokan you’d assumed that you’d feel shy to be sat with him like this, completely bare, almost scared of the idea of him having too much time to study you.
And yet, it felt natural - relaxing even, to be quietly at his side like this.
He hummed softly in agreement. His red eyes were closed, head tilted back to lean against the rocks lined behind the two of you. He looked so at peace, truly beautiful laying there beside you.
“Can I ask you something?” He spoke, lashes fluttering as his eyes slowly opened to look at you. “And you can tell me if it's not something that you wanna talk about.”
“Yeah?” You agreed easily, nervous at the phrasing of his follow-up statement which offered an implication that whatever question he was about to pose may be uncomfortable for you. It had you running through a hundred different ideas of what he might say in the mere second that elapsed before him finally speaking.
“Do you- uh-” he bit down on his lip, and if you weren’t so nervous about what he was going to say next you probably would’ve laughed at his hesitation. It was usually you stumbling over your words - such a situation was rare from him. “Do you have anything that you want me to do, like, in bed?”
You frowned, not expecting that at all. You’d been perfectly happy with the status of your sex life since the start of your relationship - Sukuna had treated you with care and affection that had been painfully lacking in your relationship with Hiromi, and that meant that you were satisfied.
The fact that he was asking had you a little on edge, because that gave way to the assumption that Sukuna wasn’t satisfied.
Maybe he was just asking with the expectation of you asking him in return so that he could list all the ways you weren’t satisfying him right now. Oh god. You really wished you were more experienced.
As if he could hear your thoughts spiralling in real time, Sukuna spoke before you could come up with an answer. “To be clear, there’s nothing wrong with the way things are.” He said pointedly. “I just feel like we’ve never had an open conversation about likes and kinks and stuff and sometimes I wonder if there’s something that you want but you’re too shy to bring up.”
“Is this your way of bringing up something you want?” You asked, quickly deflecting.
He laughed. “No, not at all. I’ve been getting what I want this whole time - I like being in charge and being able to tease you, and your nature lends itself to that dynamic anyway, so I’m happy.” He leant closer to you, breath hot against your ear. “Plus, if there’s something I wanted to try I’d bring it up organically, but I think you wouldn’t, which is why I’m asking.”
“Oh, uh- no! There’s nothing.” You lied, water rippling as you squirmed nervously beside him.
The truth was, there’d been plenty of little fantasies that you’d come up with in your mind whenever you were horny. Especially over the last two months when you’d been away from Sukuna and needed to get yourself off. There were things that you were curious about, desperate to know how it would feel, but afraid to bring up because it was embarrassing to admit to.
Sukuna had ultimately hit the nail on the head with his comment about you staying quiet where it came to things that you wanted. You just didn’t want him to judge you for being weird, not quite sure how strange your desires were.
“You know,” he said slowly, his fingers massaging along the wet skin of your shoulder, “if you tell me, then we could do it.”
“Seriously, there’s nothing.” You repeated, heat creeping up your neck. You knew that you weren’t selling the lie but you figured he wouldn’t see the worth in pushing too hard regardless.
It seemed that you were wrong.
“Really? Not even something from that book in your bedside drawer?”
You froze, gaze trained on the reflection of the moon in the water, refusing to look at him. You hadn’t been aware that he knew about that - the book was hidden amongst your underwear, and subsequently far from easy to find. Unfortunately, it was hidden in the same place that you kept your vibrator - something that you’d allowed Sukuna to fetch one time when you were mid-sex.
He’d likely stumbled across the book then and circled back to look at it at a later date. It was a great source of humiliation to you that you even owned such a thing - you’d read all kinds of literature but that book was genuine bottom of the barrel reading, nothing beyond pure smut.
And yet, you found yourself going back to it over and over again, thighs squeezing as you lost yourself in the intrigue.
“What’s it called?” Sukuna continued. “Something about an emperor's concubine?”
You chanced a glance at him, heart fluttering at his teasing expression. Those red eyes were wide now, his smile ecstatic. You wondered how long he’d been sitting on this knowledge, waiting for a moment to broach the topic.
“W-what about it?” Your attempt at nonchalance was painfully transparent.
He shrugged. “The spine of it was pretty cracked, seems like you've read it a lot.”
“And?”
He bit his lip, trying to hide his amusement. “And let’s just say I read some of it while you were showering one time. Pretty scandalous stuff.” He teased, continuing before you could defend yourself with the claim that you read all kinds of stuff. “I just figured that you might be interested in some of the things that happen in the book.”
Ah.
The content of the book was largely different from the sex that you tended to have with Sukuna. To be honest, the smut was more in line with the rumors of Sukuna than the reality that you had with him. As with all those sorts of books it had a tough, uncaring, domineering man and a simpering maiden who couldn’t get enough of him.
She was a concubine desperate for his attention and he was a King who couldn’t care less about her, but as with any man and a woman who he perceived as his property, he’d still regularly put her in her place for acting out - something that somehow always had your brain going haywire.
You regularly found yourself imagining yourself as such a concubine, picturing the man as Sukuna, putting you in your place for wrongs that you’d never commit.
Sukuna didn’t need to know about that. It was too humiliating.
“You had those sticky tabs in there too.” Sukuna added, your heart dropping at the reminder that you’d bookmarked your favourite scenes, having never expected someone to look in that drawer beside your bed. “I read a whole lot about how he spanks-”
“Stop.” You said with a groan, hands coming up to your face in embarrassment, Sukuna’s laughter loud beside you. You were more than familiar with the scene that he was describing, having read it nearly a hundred times at this point.
“I’m just saying,” he continued once his laughter subsided, “if there are things in that book that turn you on, I’d like to try them with you.”
For a moment you stayed silent, keeping your face buried in your hands. But after some thinking, a small voice of reason summoned itself into your anxious mind. Sukuna wasn’t trying to humiliate you, he was trying to give you what you wanted, and here you were resisting.
If you couldn’t share this with him then who would you share it with?
You trusted him, he’d put the pieces back together and given you nothing but positive experiences after all the trauma that Hiromi had caused. You might as well be honest about your desires.
Slowly, you sat up, your gaze meeting his nervously. “You won’t make fun of anything I say?”
“Absolutely not. I’m open to whatever.”
“Then- then there are actually a few things…we could try…”
—
Nervously, you knelt atop the futon, your skin still ever so slightly damp beneath the Yukata. You were feeling a little light-headed, the heat from the bath leaving you with that weird heavy feeling of exhaustion. It did little to stop excitement running through your veins though, heart picking up as Sukuna crouched down behind you.
His hands skimmed up your sides sensually before sliding your futon off your shoulders, the cold chill of the room bringing up goosebumps on your arms. The fabric pooled around your waist, where it was still held up by your obi - but Sukuna didn’t seem all that interested in removing it for the moment.
It was clear that he wanted to take things more slowly, reward you with genuine reverence in this moment of peace that you’d found, knowing that there were no distractions to be concerned about that evening.
Staying fixed in position, a little shiver made its way down your spine as he began to kiss you - gentle, lingering kisses that started on your neck, making a path to your shoulders before trailing down the length of your back. One of his arms wrapped around your waist, keeping you still, while his other hand moved to one of your breasts, squeezing softly.
You let out a shaky breath, eyes fluttering closed while he worshipped you, enjoying the feeling of his calloused hands pressed against your warm skin while desire pooled in your gut.
You wondered if he was aware of the fact that this was what occupied your dreams each night.
When his hands finally made their way down to your obi, he took his time untying it, slowly removing the fabric from around your waist and bringing it into his own hands. It was then that he hesitated, softly tilting your face towards him.
“Are you sure about this?” He asked, his gaze earnest but not quite managing to control the flicker of excitement that danced within those crimson irises. “I don’t want to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”
“I’m sure.” You said, with a little smile.
“Safeword?”
“Strawberry.”
His lips quirked upwards. “Cute.”
You swallowed, feeling nervous as he tugged your arms carefully behind your back, setting to work at wrapping the obi around your wrists, securing your arms together. Even with your heart thrumming with anticipation, you still felt safe with his fingers on you, knowing that unlike encounters with Hiromi, if you ever wanted Sukuna to stop, he would.
Your trust in him was unparalleled.
“So, what exactly was the fantasy again?” He asked. “I’m some King and you’re my neglected concubine?”
Biting down on your lip, you flushed. That was what you wanted, but it felt so silly hearing it come from his mouth so matter of factly, as if it hadn’t taken you an insane amount of courage to get your point across to him in the hot springs earlier.
“Y-yeah. A-and I made an attempt to escape for attention, and you caught me again and- uh- now you’re punishing me.” You stuttered, a little red in the face. That was the exact plotline of the terrible book that you loved so dearly.
“Got it.” He hummed, pressing a few more kisses along your shoulder. “Remember, if you don’t like it - if you want to stop at any time for any reason, you use the safe word. Okay, baby?”
You nodded, but he was quick to turn your head to face him, his gaze meeting yours with an intensity that had you caught off guard.
“Verbal confirmation, please.”
“I will. I promise.”
“Good.” He said, with a lopsided grin. “Want me to leave the room and come back in to really sell the fantasy?”
You giggled, his calm nature easing your nerves a little. “Okay.”
Sukuna pressed a gentle kiss to your lips before heading into the bathroom. You stayed frozen on your knees, watching the door he’d disappeared behind, excitement and anxiety swirling together in your chest. You felt strangely helpless with your arms behind your back, and yet a copious amount of slick had gathered between your thighs at being at his mercy like this.
The idea of him coming out and having complete control over you felt thrilling. He was the only person that you ever wanted to grant that power to.
His face was serious when he emerged from the bathroom. He’d slid his yukata off his shoulders, leaving him bare-chested, with the fabric hanging down where it was secured by the obi at his waist. He was staring down at you with an air of disappointment that had you shivering, reminded of how intimidated you’d been by him on your first meeting - before he wriggled his way into your heart.
“Had some time to think?” His voice was more serious than usual, carrying a coldness usually reserved for people other than you.
“To think?” You asked softly, playing along in your role.
He hummed, approaching slowly, stalking forward like a predator circling its prey. “I was hoping that some time alone would help you see the error of your ways. But maybe you don’t regret it - maybe this is all just some pathetic ploy for attention.”
“N-no.” You said quickly, catching the way Sukuna’s eyes glimmered with humour at how unconvincing a lie that was. It wasn’t like you were a great actor by any means - you hadn’t been prepared for how natural Sukuna seemed to be at it.
But you’d do your best to commit to the role regardless.
Taking a deep breath, you bowed your head down towards the futon, leaning your body as far forward as it would go with your hands tied behind your back, struggling to maintain your balance while lowering yourself for him.
“I’m sorry. It was a mistake.”
He clicked his tongue in disapproval, crouching down before you. His hand came to rest on your bowed head, pressing you down slightly further. You found your legs shaking beneath the weight, trying not to topple forward. It had your heart racing with excitement.
“I’m sorry, my lord.” He corrected, smugly.
“I’m sorry, my lord.” You parroted. “It won’t happen again.”
“Is that so?” He was stroking your hair like you were some pet, the gentle touch soothing you whilst also keeping you on edge, building the anticipation for what was to come. “I’m not quite sure that’s enough. I don’t think you understand your place here.”
Reaching down, one of his hands found its way roughly beneath your chin, forcing you to rise once more. You batted your lashes as you looked at him, wetting your lips nervously under his stern gaze. You wondered how hard he was working to keep his expression serious like it was - you were so accustomed to his grin that it felt odd to see him without it.
“I suppose I’ll just have to teach you.”
The breath was stolen from your lungs as his lips collided with yours in a harsh, demanding kiss. It wasn’t like Sukuna hadn't kissed you passionately before, but there was a rough nature to this encounter that was completely new to you, your lips parting on instinct for his tongue to take over your mouth.
But in an instant he was pulling away, far too soon for your liking, leaving your lips cold. It was clear that he had a plan in mind for you though, sitting down on the tatami floor and manhandling you into the position he desired - laying face down, strewn across his muscular thighs.
He let out a low chuckle at the sight, his fingers taking their time running down the length of your spine, his touch far too light and teasing to really give you any satisfaction. You were quick to realise his intent as he removed your yukata entirely, leaving you bare before him, one hand coming to rest against the soft curve of your ass.
“How long were you out of my palace?” He asked in a low tone, hand moving tenderly against your exposed flesh. “Nine hours? Ten?”
You hadn’t given much in depth thought to the specifics of your roleplay, not expecting him to ask you any complex questions about your character and her motivations, so you simply played along with his suggestion. “T-that sounds right.”
“Which?” He mused. “Nine, or ten?”
“I’m not sure-”
A gasp fell from your lips as he brought his hand down firmly against the skin of your ass, leaving your squirming in his grip. It wasn’t like you could move about too much though, not with the way that his other arm was holding you firmly by the waist, keeping you right where he wanted you.
“Let's say ten then, to be on the safe side.” He hummed. “You’ll get one of those for each hour you were gone from my side.”
Your legs were quivering ever so slightly, anxious at the idea of experiencing nine more of those, but your nerves were eased in the manner that Sukuna’s hand stroked over the impacted area, soothing it in a display of care hidden beneath the character you’d asked him to play.
If you wanted him to stop, he’d stop. That’s what he’d promised. And right now, you didn’t want him to cease this game you were both playing, excitement bubbling in your gut as the sting eased off into pleasure.
“Count them for me. That was number one.”
You let out a sharp little yelp as he brought his hand down a second time, pausing for the briefest of seconds after the impact, clearly waiting for you to follow his order. Even though your mind was swimming from this new experience, you were aware that failing to follow instructions would probably lead to further punishment.
“Two.” You croaked out.
“Good girl.” He praised, soothing the area once more.
The next few impacts passed you by with ease, bringing you up to eight before you really started aching, your hands straining against their bindings, tears gathering in your eyes at the intensity of the sting. Sukuna’s hand came to your hair, stroking it for a few moments while you gathered yourself.
You could feel the hesitation in his actions, caught between continuing on this line of the fantasy or breaking character and checking on you. He opted for a mix of both. “What’s wrong? Too much for you?” His tone was mocking, but you knew that to some extent he was genuinely asking, giving you an out if you wanted it.
“N-No.” You stuttered, taking a deep breath. “I can do it.”
His next few hits were noticeably softer, still rewarding you with a sting that went right to your gut, but not causing any lingering pain. It was clear that he was holding back, not quite sure how far he could go and eager not to genuinely hurt you. It was a sweet sentiment, the way that he was so concerned about you, like you hadn’t asked him for this in the first place.
“There we go.” He cooed, “such a good job, looks like you are capable of following orders, huh?”
He didn’t give you much of a chance to respond before he was moving you once again, placing you onto your knees atop the futon before pushing you down forward. It felt strange to not be able to brace yourself with your hands, gasping as you tumbled forward, your face buried into the pillow.
This position had you feeling particularly vulnerable - face down with your ass up, your back in a beautiful arch. It wasn’t like Sukuna hadn't had you like this before, but this time it felt infinitely more exposing, leaving you feeling like he was examining you, in complete control of the situation.
A shiver crept up your spine at the sound of rustling behind you, practically jumping out of your skin at the hot puff of air against your pussy. His tongue was quick to follow, a soft gasp leaving your lips as he lapped at your slick folds, eating you out from behind.
There was something about this position that felt embarrassing, your face flushing as you buried it deeper within the pillow. He had both hands on your ass now, keeping you firmly in his grip, preventing any attempts to shuffle away. Not that you really think you’d be bothered to try - even if it made sense for the fantasy.
It felt way too good to be touched at this angle for you to want it to stop, that desperate feeling in your gut building insatiably at each practiced flick of Sukuna’s long tongue.
“F-feels so good, Sukuna.” You whined.
Your words earned you a quick, sharp slap on your ass, pulling a yelp from your mouth. He pulled back for a moment, leaving your dripping pussy cold with the absence of his touch. “Is that what you’re meant to call me?” He asked, sternly.
“N-no, my lord.”
He let out a soft chuckle, and you wondered just how much your boyfriend was enjoying playing this role. You wouldn’t be surprised if being referred to with such a title was stroking his ego.
Satisfied with your compliance, he went back to the task at hand - lapping at your dripping core until you were seeing stars. He was more than aware of what worked when it came to making you cum, understanding your body better than you probably knew it yourself. That didn’t stop you from being shocked at how fast he pulled your orgasm from you this time around.
His actions had you squirming and shaking, falling apart beneath his easy touch. Perhaps it was the added humiliation of being in this vulnerable position that had you more turned on than usual, but you were cumming against his mouth in no time at all. It was a struggle to even stay upright as you whined and whimpered, wishing you could grab onto the futon for support but unable to move your bound hands.
It didn’t help that he refused to pull away, staying firmly in place, face pressed between your thighs as he continued his onslaught even as you whimpered that it was too much. His strong grip on your ass made more sense now, preventing you from escaping the forced pleasure as he drew two more orgasms from you in the space of five minutes, leaving you wailing for mercy.
By the time he finally took pity on you, it felt like a reward.
Your body was limp and boneless, unable to move without Sukuna’s support - a reality that he didn’t seem to mind. Your weight apparently meant nothing to him, and he repositioned you with ease, flipping you over so you were laying on your back on the futon. Your bound arms were tingling pressed beneath the weight of your body.
Your eyes trailed over him, watching the way he slowly removed his yukata, crimson gaze never leaving your smaller form. You gulped at the sight of his cock - desperately hard after all the attention he’d been giving you while neglecting himself. Even though you’d had sex plenty of times at this point, that nervousness in your chest never quite dissipated.
He knelt down, nudging your thighs apart with his.
“Why did you run from me, little concubine?” He asked, breath warm against your face. Your heart was practically beating out of your chest at the way he was sliding his cock through your folds, leisurely collecting slick. “Don’t you know that you’re my favourite?”
“Perhaps you shouldn’t take on new concubines then.”
Even though you knew that in reality Sukuna would never do such a thing, it was still easy to channel your jealousy for this scenario, summoning that horrible feeling that had overcome you when Yorozu had approached you at that party, getting all possessive over the man that had just kissed you.
He laughed, choosing that moment to push the tip of his cock into you. “Perhaps I should make you my wife, to deter some of that jealousy. I have no interest in fucking my other concubines, they are for political gain only.”
Your breath hitched, both at the intrusion and the nature of his words. You were well aware that this was just a fantasy, but still found yourself enamoured by how easily Sukuna had made such a suggestion, putting you first even in this false reality where he could act however he liked.
Even in a different life, you’d still be his one and only.
“Would that keep you satisfied, here beneath me?” Your heart fluttered at his words. Truth be told, Sukuna had to do very little to keep you satisfied where real life was concerned - he’d already done so much to prove his devotion.
You imagined that the character you were playing would show a little more reluctance though.
“I suppose it might, my lord.”
“Good.” He said with a grin, sinking himself into you fully. You welcomed the familiar stretch, wishing that your hands weren’t bound behind your back so that you could reach out and pull him closer - but you supposed that wouldn’t be much of a punishment at all, so you had to make the best of the distance that you’d imposed upon yourself.
There was no time wasted letting you adjust like he normally would - well aware of your body’s limits by now, he was quick to begin with long deep thrusts, easily stroking the spot inside you that had you tensing and wriggling under him in sheer pleasure. He had no idea just how satisfied you were to be beneath him, pinned down by his larger body.
Pausing for a moment, he slung your two legs over his shoulders, leaning over you as he positioned you in a mating press, chuckling at the way that you exhaled deeply once he sunk into you fully once more. The feeling of him was so much stronger in this position, your pussy squeezing his twitching cock desperately.
“Perhaps I’ll even have you bear my child.” He spoke between thrusts. “Show you your worth in being the only woman I allow to continue my line.”
You weren’t sure why your pussy clamped down on him so hard at those words. You knew that it wasn’t real - that it was a statement made for the sake of fantasy just like everything else, but it didn’t stop you from liking the idea. It was a thought that terrified you, because you were so far from being in a place to have a baby.
And yet, the idea of one day carrying Sukuna’s child was something that you were drawn to.
One day.
It didn’t take long for you to cum again after that - his thrusts in this unbelievable position paired with his words igniting what might’ve been a slight breeding kink had you struggling to hold on. Not to mention, you already felt so sensitive from your previous orgasms that the moment Sukuna’s thumb came down to swipe at your clit you were releasing all over his cock.
The expression on his face betrayed his shock, but he recovered well, picking up the pace to help you ride out that pleasant floaty feeling whilst chasing his own release which arrived soon after, groaning out your name as he filled you up with his seed.
“Was that okay, baby?” He asked, leaning down to kiss you once the two of you had caught your breath a little. He pulled out of you slowly, moving you gently into his arms so that he could untie your bound wrists.
“Really good.” You said, cheeks flushing.
“How you imagined it?” His hands were stroking your body tenderly, red eyes fixed on you in a manner that was almost nervous - as if he wasn’t quite sure that he’d done a good job. You could understand his sentiment, you’d often been too passive in the past, and he was likely afraid that you’d hated the whole thing and simply not spoken up about it.
Fortunately that wasn’t the case.
“Yeah. You were a bit more loving than I expected though.”
The character in the book couldn’t really care less about his concubine outside of her status as his possession - she was simply one of many, nothing special. Certainly not the type of woman that the King would wish to make his wife, not someone that he would prioritise over the many other women who warmed his bed.
And yet, you didn’t mind Sukuna’s interpretation on the character. It made you feel desired in a way you weren’t anticipating.
Sukuna blinked a couple of times before letting out a little laugh. “You wanted me to be meaner to you?”
You shrugged. “Maybe? I don’t know. It was just an observation.”
“I’ll keep that in mind for next time we do this.” He said with a grin, holding you close against his chest. You could feel his heart pounding, and you settled easily against him, bathing in the warmth that his large body provided. “Although, I don’t know how easy that would be for me.”
You tilted your head, looking up at him curiously. “What do you mean? You have a reputation for being rough so-”
The look that he shot you told you just how displeased he was with that statement, crimson eyes narrowing at the idea of you bringing up rumors of how he was in bed with other women, like he didn’t have infinitely more experience with you than anyone else. And with you he’d been anything but rough.
He gave you an answer all the same though.
“That’s because I couldn’t care less about them. I wouldn’t want to treat you like that, you’re too precious to me.”
“Oh.”
“I’m happy to play out your roleplay fantasies, to tie you up and stuff - I really like all that. But if you’re asking me to not show you care and affection through it all, I really don’t think that’s possible.”
You could understand what he meant by that, and you hadn’t really meant anything by your comment around him being more loving than you were expecting. It had largely been a joke, a commentary on how even when he was punishing you, he was going out of his way to put you first.
And yet, he seemed to be taking it very seriously. His pink brows were furrowed as if deep in thought, worrying his lower lip between his teeth as he stared down at the ground. You were about to come out and tell him that it wasn’t something he needed to think about too deeply, just like he’d often do to you when you were getting lost in your thoughts.
But his next words didn’t give you a chance to do so.
“I just love you too much for that.”
a/n: hope you enjoyed the fluff! there's only a few chapters left of this fic and the next chapter will explore reader's return to normal life!
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