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The hotel elevator dings open onto the rooftop. Two of your assistants rush you out, the scorching sun beating down on your sweaty skin. The whir of helicopter blades grows louder, sending a jolt of adrenaline through you. You squint at the incoming black chopper, its form almost invisible against the glaring light. Your phone buzzes incessantly with notifications: 'Three bodyguards will meet you on the roof.' But as you step out, the rooftop is a flurry of activity. Security personnel shout into their radios, the helicopter's rotors create a deafening roar, and your assistants frantically usher you toward the landing pad.

Amidst the chaos, you spot only one figure standing calmly—a man with pink hair, tattoos covering his face, and piercing red eyes that lock onto yours. His hand rests on the butt of a gun, a rifle slung across his back. Your heart races, and the uneasy realization settles in—something has gone terribly wrong.

"Where are the others?" you shout over the noise, trying to keep your voice steady.

His gaze is unwavering, and his expression is harsh. "Change of plans. It's just me." His voice is cold and sharp, slicing through the cacophony with an edge of menace.

You swallow hard, glancing around the chaotic rooftop. "This isn't what was arranged."

"Get in the helicopter," he snaps, stepping closer, his presence imposing despite the surrounding bedlam. 'I don't have time to explain." He opens the helicopter door, gesturing for you to get inside with a rough motion.

Hesitating for a moment, you look into his eyes, searching for any sign of deception. But all you see is a strong determination and a hint of something unreadable. With no other choice, you climb into the helicopter, feeling the weight of his gaze on you. The door slams shut behind you. The helicopter lifts off with a jolt, making your heart skip a beat.

Once the helicopter is up a few thousand feet into the air, you glance over towards the male. He is looking down at his cellphone, typing fast on the screen before sending it off. You have so many questions. You couldn't help but wonder who had betrayed you. Was it someone on your staff? An old political rival? The paranoia gnawed at you, making it hard to trust anyone.

"So... who are you?"

"No one is important," he replies, still gazing down at his phone. His reply only creates more confusion in your mind.

You narrow your eyes at him. "Well, if you're a bodyguard, you should know your primary task is to give me reassurance when I'm distressed. And right now, that's what you should be doing."

He raises his gaze and gives you a hard stare. "Miss. My main objective is to protect and serve as your escort until the enemy is out of your life; nothing else matters."

A hint of red blooms across your face as you try to hold onto your emotions. "If you keep acting like this, then you might not have a job to go back to," you fire at him.

His eyebrows raise, and the corners of his lips turn up slightly. "Is that a threat? If it is," he trails off, leaning forward, "I could deal with you quickly."

"Hmph, asshole," you say confidently as you cross your arms and look out the window, ignoring him completely.

As the helicopter gets higher into the sky, it glides smoothly across the blue ocean, glints of water flashing with the rays of the sun. As you gaze into the blue void, your mind wanders. You thought that being an important politician would be easier. You were fresh into the world of the election race; having grown up relatively poor, you wanted to make a difference in people's lives and end some of the corruption. One thing led to another, and you suddenly had enough backing to become a part of the Senate.

Of course, you were met with resistance from older politicians with far more experience, but you did your best to fight your way. And for the most part, you had been succeeding, using your youthfulness and relative newness to win votes. But you never counted on one of your rivals coming for your head. And just as suddenly as you shot to power, you were thrust into danger as well.

You sigh to yourself, staring down at the vast sea. Even now, as the sunlight cascades onto your skin, a cold sweat trickles down your back as you contemplate the days ahead. Your thoughts drift back to the pink-haired bodyguard, and you shake your head.

"Should I just call you tattoo man until you decide to tell me your name?"

He chuckles darkly, his voice deep and rough. "You can call me whatever you want, sweetheart."

"My name is not sweetheart; my name is Y/N, and I thought there were meant to be three of you? Not just one." You say it a bit sourly.

His glare stayed fixed on you, you noticed.

"Listen, don't talk; don't question me; just do as I say," his baritone voice grumbles, his deep voice rumbling. His eyes are searching all over you, almost predatory. "You don't know what you're up against."

"Don't give me orders!" you retorted. He laughs as if you had amused him, leaning back slightly against the leather seats.

"For the time being, I do. Unless you have someone else better than me on standby?" he challenged. "You should just be thankful I'm doing this job in the first place." his voice full of superiority to shut you up.

Sitting back in your seat, your mind fills with questions, and the lack of wanting to disobey this male made you squirm. There was an aura about him that made you not want to question his authority. That left a whole range of possibilities and a bit of anxiety for you to follow orders, knowing you didn't have any control over what was happening.

For hours, the two of you sat next to each other, with not another word being said or exchanged. This left you bored and more anxious.

On top of not talking, you knew he had a very sharp eye because he was glancing all over and finally settling where he wanted his head to rest. Turning towards the window, he watches as the world flies by, his expression stilled and unmoving. Not giving a glance towards you.

So you sat there, no entertainment or nothing, for hours while being stuck in this helicopter. That's it. Your hand moves around and taps his shoulder, trying to get his attention. His head slowly turns in the direction that he is sitting as he notices a bit of fear on your face. His face remains still as he waits for an answer as to why you touched him without reason.

"So... can I at least have a name that I can call you since you won't be leaving my side?" You ask, being cautious as you remember what he said to you earlier: not to talk or ask questions, but that's too boring. He shifts his position and clears his throat a little before crossing his arms and letting out a breathy sigh.

"No," he states dryly.

"Are you serious?! What do you prefer me to do if you're away or not looking my way? You wouldn't want me yelling 'tattoo man' when I need your help." You retort to him, your voice even and steady, with the edge of sassy, but you had a feeling you wouldn't really make him mad with that little amount of sass.

He takes a second to process what you say. There is the slightest hint of a smile creeping upon his face, but you were able to notice it right away. He kind of liked the attitude that you have toward him.

"My name is Sukuna... And that's all you'll get. Understand?" He pauses for a few seconds as he looks at your face, taking it in. "Besides, I always know what is happening around me, no matter where I am." He stated it firmly.

"Ok, Sukuna," you said softly, trying out his name.

You look around at him. This moment is happening where you are both studying one another. One was trying to figure the other out, while the other was just memorizing.

His eyes were the darkest shade of red, and he has an intimidation factor in his appearance. Not like that mattered. Being in an important election, there is bound to be intimidation, no matter the place.

When his face is done roaming, he looks towards the front, where the pilots sit. That means your face is available to stare at, as it is facing him.

You notice his facial features more; the markings underneath his eyes looked tribal. And, it was extremely noticeable how he was extremely good-looking. He has his legs spread out while his body is leaned back against the chair. A sigh leaves his mouth again.

The helicopter slightly lowers as it comes close to the safe house, giving it an opportunity to land on the helipad. After all the landing stuff had settled, Sukuna got up first.

Sukuna looks around and notices no people outside—not a single soul to be seen. When that is finished being confirmed, he then heads towards the door and motions you towards him.

He opens the door to a blast of humid, salty air. Outside, the horizon burns red, reflecting the last dying light of day.

The helicopter lifts again once both of you are off; it heads in the opposite direction, where the sun is going to disappear from the line of vision.

Walking out and going off the helipad, you were starting to get overwhelmed by all the sudden change that was happening so fast.

His left hand reaches back and grasps onto your hand, pulls it towards him, and drags you closer, holding you closer. You thought there would have been more talk, but the male didn't seem to like talking too much. He seems like an action-oriented kind of guy.

Both of your feet hit the solid pavement of the sidewalk, and the place isn't that exciting. Well, it's supposed to be a safe house, so maybe you're asking for too much.

It appears to be more on the rural side, with less population and the air smelling fresher.

The house was nice—two stories, an oval-shaped fountain, green plants. The walkway was cobblestone. It looked like the normal place someone would have a vacation in.

You wonder how often the government spends money on this kind of thing. There have been countless times that you have seen in the news that there were no funds for the military or the health care system. Here you were, about to live comfortably during the time that you needed protection the most. You couldn't wait until this all blew over so you could go back into the political world and expose all this excessive spending.

The inside was lavish. The main floor had a kitchen, dining room, living room, and office. The floor was made out of shiny hardwood with large windows, covered by black-out blinds. There was a hallway that led upstairs. The stairs themselves were marble white and matched the walls nicely. The ceiling had fancy patterns engraved on it, and a huge chandler hung in the entrance.

"Upstairs, follow," Sukuna says in his deep voice, motioning up the stairs.

Your heels click and clack all the way up the marble steps as you look around. It looks like something in those fancy house design magazines.

You stand in front of a hallway as the male looks back at you. He points to one of the rooms on the right.

"You'll be sleeping in here. And I'll be right across from yours." His stern voice orders.

Your back straightens up as you tense slightly, the thought of sleeping in the same house as someone so scary, and being the closest room near his makes you stiff.

"From here until further notice, no one enters besides the two of us. No questions about me and the same to you. You are safe here... Until you aren't..." he finishes his sentence vaguely, nodding towards your new room.

Without making a sound you entered your room. Sukuna left you in the room as the door clicks shut behind him, leaving you to think of his words.

Just the thought that someone may want to harm you when you have not caused any issues left you sitting on the king-size bed.

Your face paled and you so were confused Just hours ago everything was fine, you were planning on becoming on of the youngest Senator in history but now someone wanted you gone and all you can hope is to come out of this alive.

Being your first big political campaign you would hate to leave this early because someone decided they didn't want you there and would harm you for being there. It wasn't something you asked for either.

Grabbing the pillow, you scream into it, releasing frustration before lying on the bed. All the windows were blocked with shutters, making it feel more secure but it wasn't right. You would rather the view be seen, not the darkness as light peeks through the cracks.

Turning on the TV, you let a show play as the thoughts linger through your mind. You still aren't quite sure how this all works or how anyone was informed.

Closing your eyes, you quickly drift to sleep, with the feeling of exhaustion hitting.

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An hour and a half had passed since Sukuna left, and the silence made you feel uneasy.

The TV played a movie in the background, but the quiet felt unsettling. You decided to head to the kitchen for a snack.

You descend the staircase, passing through the sitting area and into the kitchen. You see Sukuna there, smoking a cigarette and staring at a tablet as his phone is beside him.

You grabbed some yogurt and fruit from the refrigerator, taking a seat at the table beside Sukuna. He doesn't move, his eyes barely glancing at you before returning to his tablet. The silence feels heavy, almost as if he's annoyed by your presence. As you slowly eat, he lights a second cigarette, his mind seemingly lost in thought. Professional and stoic, irritation appears to be his only emotion.

You hesitated, wanting to break the eerie silence. The longer it dragged on, the more nervous you felt.

"Ummmm..." you murmured softly, the weight of the silence pressing down on you.

At the same time, your soft voice echoes, Sukuna stops looking at the tablet, and he fully turns toward you.

Your head lowered, not wanting to see those deep red orbs. It was more like he was challenging you to talk to him.

The more the two of you stared at each other, the more the mood around him changed.

"This 'be quiet or else' rule isn't helping... Can you at least talk a bit? You've been silent the whole time," you said, your voice trembling slightly.

Sukuna finally responded, smoke curling from his nostrils like a dragon. He set down the tablet and cleared his throat. "That rule is going to stick until this entire issue is cleared. Then you can talk," he said, his voice cold and unyielding.

"You know what... no. It won't. I didn't sign up for this crap," you snapped, your frustration boiling over. "I'm a government official, which means I'm your boss. You work for me and the country, not yourself. If you don't feel like talking, that's a different story. So let me make a new rule since you are so intent on not talking. Rule #1: You must have a one-hour minimum talk with your superior, me," you exclaimed, hoping to get him talking.

His eyes showed surprise, and a huff of a laugh escaped his mouth, blowing out the last smoke from his cigarette. "Well, aren't you a sassy little thing? Trying to tell me what to do," he taunted, a smirk playing on his lips. "Who do you think you're talking to, sweetheart? Your big shot title doesn't change shit. Because of these walls, I'm in charge. The one thing you will have is my respect when it matters. Got it, boss?" His eyes bore into yours, daring you to challenge him.

Standing in front of you, he looked over the entirety of your body, his eyes lingering longer than the average person. "As for this silence thing you are asking me to change, that's something that needs to be earned. After all, you're still new to this, so the only person here who will gain any ground is me," he said dismissively.

Your mind raced, and before you could think, you grabbed him, pulling him towards you, wanting him to stay around you. His face turned deadly as his gaze locked on yours. Sukuna's eye twitched as he grew impatient.

"Listen..."

"No, you listen." He cut you off, his voice sharp and unyielding. "This whole thing will not change how I see this. I may work for the government. You might be some politician or whatever you are. But there's more... All of what happened is because of you and who you are. My job is your personal protection, making sure you survive. Then I go back to my life, and you to yours."

He got a devilish look as he chuckled a bit and turned away, slowly going over to a liquor cabinet and opening it to look through the small assortment.

"Now be a good little politician and wait. Go ahead, do whatever, and let me do my own thing. I'm more than aware of the risks," he said, turning away.

"Wha..." Before you could utter anything, he lifted his hand up, cutting you off, and turned his head. "Those are my last words for the day, sweetheart," he added, his voice dripping with finality.

Rage burned like lava through your veins at the tone of his voice, so cocky, so sure that his statement was a fact and not a suggestion. You didn't even realize the groan of frustration escaping from between clenched teeth. How dare he challenge me?! You had to stay calm and steady. You couldn't afford to get riled up; he was just playing games.

You watched as he took a shot of something clear, then poured himself a scotch.

Walking past him, you gave him the finger. He had the nerve to laugh.

The tension between the two of you was palpable, with him constantly trying to assert his dominance. Frustrated, you retreated to the bedroom, rolling your eyes. The man was a dick—a nice-looking one, but still a dick.

Collapsing onto the bed, you stared at the ceiling. The house was so quiet compared to your usual surroundings. The unexpected peace was oddly comforting, and soon you drifted into a restless sleep.

-

You weren't sure how long you had slept before a knock on your door woke you.

Startled out of your sleep, you rubbed your eyes groggily.

The knock sounded again.

"Open the door," came the low reply. "Your stuff arrived," he said curtly.

Groaning, you sat up in bed and ran your hand through your messy hair, smoothing it down. You got up and walked toward the door. Your fingers grabbed onto the door handle, twisting the knob to allow the door to open.

The pink-haired man walked in, carrying three large duffel bags and four medium-sized boxes. All of which looked very heavy.

Setting the load down on the floor next to the window, he turns and starts walking out, not another word uttered.

You were caught between needing your things or wanting to bother him.

Jumping off your bed, you run towards the door that was partially closed to run after Sukuna.

"So... is there any update on what happened or when I'm able to leave?" you question, your eyebrows raised.

He lets out a sigh before running his hand through his hair. He feels a headache starting already.

He raises his head back towards you, and the annoyed look takes over again. "My advice to you is to just let things happen. Don't focus on leaving; just let this pass over."

With no more words being spoken, he leaves, and you're once again alone and being ignored. You wanted to follow him and just demand answers, but the look he gave you held too much hostility, so you chose not to.

Shutting the door, you took a deep breath, reminding yourself to be patient. If anything was urgent, he would have told you. You headed towards the boxes and unzipped the largest duffel bag, finding all the items you needed to function.

Grabbing a book out of one of the boxes, you plop on the bed, laying your head on the plush pillows and turning on the lamp as you continue to read where you left off.

Maybe being locked away is not the worst thing to have happened.

-

Two weeks had gone by and seemed to pass slower, as nothing was happening to the two of you. The world outside kept moving while the two of you were stuck here.

You worked remotely to handle your campaign—not many would miss you anyway. Everyone was on to bigger things than a potential political power. The internet helped keep you busy and your brain working.

Sukuna remained near by, often watching you with his hawk-like gaze. Sometimes he would smoke outside near the pool area, clearly trying to stay away from you. Other times, when you are eating or sitting, the large male is in the same area, with eyes firmly set on you. The first few times you tried engaging in some sort of conversation, only to be shut down and ignored, it's been 14 days of nothing from him; it should have been plenty of time to warm up to you.

It was frustrating you to no end. Your routine consisted of trying to speak with Sukuna. The two of you didn't really interact or eat at the same time. Which would add up to about 12 to 15 words every morning and 14 words every night.

All of which was his standard answer. "Good morning" to you, and then he would just grunt when you told him to have a good night. There had to be another way to try and make conversation and just get answers without any type of question being asked by him.

How many more weeks are you going to live like this?

Your current status in life is:

A young politician was stuck in a safe house with a hot, intimidating-looking bodyguard covered in tattoos. He also looks like he wants to murder me while I want to speak to him.

Just perfect...

If that wasn't enough, there was some sort of tension between you. His dark gaze roamed your body often, you noticed, his gaze lingering and heated. It was subtle, but you picked up the cues. He never made an overt advance, though, and it made your skin buzz. Was he messing with you? You weren't certain, but that hardly mattered, regardless of his intentions.

What matters is this: he wasn't talking to you; he was barely acknowledging your existence, and that just pissed you off, leaving a feeling of resentment inside your stomach.

Something had to be done, so the boredom of not talking, cooking, cleaning, re-cleaning, and doing research was boring you to death.

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Time passes, and your curiosity about Sukuna grows. He remains a mystery—undeniably masculine and strong, with captivating features.

After staring at a book without absorbing anything, you toss it aside and groan. The silence in your room feels suffocating, driving you to explore.

Bored and restless, you decide to snoop around, knowing Sukuna probably wouldn't be pleased if he found you. But you don't care. You get off the bed and silently crack open your bedroom door to peek into the hallway.

Poking your head out, you tiptoe through the dimly lit hall, each creak of the floorboards amplifying your heartbeat. Downstairs, you keep a lookout for Sukuna.

His back is toward you, and you notice the firearm holstered at his hip. His other weapons lie on the countertop beside him.

He remains still, his gaze fixed on what seems to be boring paperwork, making him easier to approach.

Just as you are about to advance, Sukuna's voice cuts through the silence. 'What are you doing?' he barks, making your heart drop. He doesn't even look at you, sending chills up your spine.

"Umm..." you stutter, your heart racing, unable to think of a convincing explanation.

"I, uh, was just taking a walk," you say quietly, knowing it's a weak excuse.

"That's a dumb excuse. Go back to your room. And quit staring," he orders, turning his eyes piercing through the dim light to meet yours.

"Quit talking down to me; I'm a grown-ass woman," you snap back, your eyes narrowing.

"I can tell..." Sukuna mutters, just loud enough for you to hear.

Your face flushes with heat. His red eyes move from your cleavage down to your exposed thighs. You forgot you were wearing a short silk robe.

Something shifts in his eyes. He looks away, jaw clenched, and returns to his tablet.

"Go back upstairs." His cold baritone voice fills the silence again.

"I really think—"

"It wasn't a request. Do as I say, brat." His rough voice snaps.

A vein pulses on your forehead. You cross your arms, your glare intensifying.

You continue to stand there, staring at him, your body refusing to budge despite your mind screaming for you to turn. He looks back at you, cocking an eyebrow with annoyance, clearly waiting for you to leave.

With a long exhale, you give in and head back upstairs to your room. A quick glance back reveals a slight smirk on his lips before he returns to the tablet, clearly pleased with himself.

You hate how things are turning out. One moment, you're a confident government official; the next, you're a sitting duck under the care of a pink-haired asshole with zero people skills. The helplessness gnaws at you, a stark contrast to the control you once wielded in your career. Every barked order and every condescending look chip away at the authority you fought so hard to build.

Frustrated, you turn into your room and let the door swing shut behind you with a slam. You flop onto your bed with a soft groan. Not wanting to accept the fact that he is getting under your skin and how easily annoyed you are, your hand reaches over for the discarded book. The words blur together, failing to hold your attention. With a sigh, you toss the book aside and sit up. You need to move, to do something—anything—but you weren't in the mood to get yelled at again. You settle for some mindless TV, hoping to alleviate your boredom.

-

Late in the evening, almost midnight, you finally finish the video calls, turning them off and letting the staff continue. After saving and sending the documents, you stand up and stretch. Stepping into the hallway from the bedroom, there is no sign of Sukuna.

Exiting the room and walking over to the railing, you peer down and see nothing but shadows shifting in the faint light. You go around the perimeter, but you don't find him there either.

He couldn't have gone far unless he took a small walk away from the safe house, and that doesn't seem like him. It's risky, and he takes his duties seriously.

You look over the landing and see his silhouette in the darkness, lounging on a chair with his left leg propped up, engrossed in his tablet. His strong features are highlighted by the blue light from the screen. There is a glass of amber liquid to his left, balanced by two fingers, its contents glinting softly.

What is so important about that tablet? What could he be reading? Does it even matter? At this point, you have no clue.

"Sukuna." He doesn't respond. "Hey, tattoo face, you're not ignoring me again, are you?" Your patience is wearing thin.

Sukuna sighs, placing the device on his lap and finally looking at you, though his expression remains unimpressed. His eyes, hard and cold, reflect the screen's light. "Didn't I tell you not to speak unless spoken to first?" he says flatly. He glances at you briefly before turning back to the screen. "But go ahead; I'm sure you have a reason for ignoring that."

You glow at him from across the space, your lips pressing into a thin line. You hate how he can be so condescending without saying much and always manage to be completely impassive despite your provocations. But he seems different, almost restless. "You know, I wouldn't keep bothering you if you weren't making things difficult for both of us," you call out.

Sukuna brings the glass to his lips, drinking a bit. With his eyes cast downward, he doesn't look up but instead mutters something under his breath.

"Huh, did you have something to say?" you challenge.

His eyebrows narrow slightly, and he angles his head your way. "Yeah. Well, I don't have time for your childish shit." He moves forward a bit, his body tensing. "Now be a good girl and do as you're told, sweetheart," he grits out.

You want to explode right there, completely fed up with his attitude, which was in no way professional, and he owes you the decency of giving you a few minutes of his time at the very least.

But you don't. You maintain your composure as best you can. The air around the two of you is filled with hostility and contempt, beginning to suffocate you.

"Fine," you say curtly, walking off to return to your room. He doesn't matter. You have a life to build. You will leave, go home to your career, and leave this all behind.

Scoffing loudly, you turn sharply around the corner, ready to return to the safe haven of your bedroom. A room you've practically lived in for almost three weeks. Maybe later, you'd try to annoy him again to make him crack. That's what he gets for making things difficult for both of you. For now, you decide to take a shower and clear your mind, needing to wash away the day's frustrations.

Heading into the master bathroom, the cool tiles under your feet contrast with the warm, humid air beginning to fill the room. You grab a fresh towel and make your way into the giant bathroom, preparing for a long, relaxing bath—one that is much needed.

You quickly undress and toss your clothes into a hamper, feeling the warm water with your fingertips. The steam begins to fog the mirrors around you, creating a hazy, intimate atmosphere. Slowly easing your way into the hot water, you allow it to fill the tub before turning it off.

You stare at the rising water and the steam filling the room. Letting out a low moan, you feel the tension in your body start to melt away. Resting in the tub, your thoughts return to earlier.

"'Don't speak to me unless spoken to first,' my ass," you mutter. "Calling me childish. He should be talking about himself, asshole." You let the warm water envelop you.

What's his deal anyway?

He seems smart, but when it comes to interaction and opening up, he is a cold-hearted, stone-faced jerk.

Your hand dives into the water, cupping some in your palm and rubbing it around your body, working out the knots in your neck. Finally, you can relax in the running water.

You let your head lie back, releasing the tension in your body as the water works away the tightness. You start thinking about what lies behind Sukuna's stoic facade. What drives him?

And his looks...

Just recalling his devilish grin from earlier makes your breath hitch and your face grow warmer. Those intense, red irises as he gazed at you—the way he looks at you... It's infuriating and intoxicating all at once. A heat rises within you—a need that's been building for days.

He is handsome but unapproachable and intimidating. But those thoughts continue, and you slowly submerge deeper and deeper in the tub until your breathing comes in deep.

Is the stress making you insane? What happened to the intelligent, respected woman who commanded respect wherever she went?

You've dealt with worse. But the man just pushes all your buttons; the few words he speaks or his harsh attitude drive you insane. It feels like an itch that demands to be scratched, which makes you more irritable around him.

Moving your fingers between your legs, you gasp softly when they graze the sensitive flesh, surprised by how eager your body is. This is something that needs attention. Sinking into the bath, your mind thinks of those muscular arms and firm hands of his, his strong stature, and his voice. Thinking of how his baritone would make your spine tingle makes you release an unintentional groan.

"Ugh, screw him."

After washing all the stress away, your fingers trail lightly around your wet folds, playing gently. You let a finger flick against your nub, moaning softly as the water heightens the sensation. You hadn't expected to need this kind of release, especially during such a hard time. But the desire within you is spurred by your growing frustration toward your tattooed bodyguard.

You lift your hips to give better access, sliding two fingers deep into you. Your walls clench around them as you curl your fingers. You moan deeply, the movements stilling for a moment.

Biting down on your lower lip, you buck against your hand, pumping your fingers in and out. You can feel your wetness spreading around your legs as you grow closer to release. Your muscles clench down as a slight squeal leaves your mouth when your orgasm hits you, spreading from your core and bringing a wave of relief.

Panting softly, you wash yourself one last time before exiting the tub.

Lazily, you dry yourself off and wrap the towel tightly around you. Stepping back into the bedroom, you lay down on the bed, stretching and loosening your body, feeling much more relaxed after being on edge all day.

For a moment, the stretching brings you a bit of bliss, letting your muscles relax and unwind.

After you finish stretching, you let your body sink further into the bed. Unaware, you fall asleep with the towel still on, the top of it loosening and exposing your breasts.

-

In the living room, Sukuna checks the security cameras, noticing the front is safe. He starts looking over the rest of the video feeds, checking all of them as per usual, until the camera in the bedroom catches his attention. His face contorts with confusion, then flushes slightly. He sees your exposed form, lying with the towel loosened.

Seeing you like that, sprawled on the bed, sends a wave of unexpected emotion through him. His head tilts, eyebrows raised. He hasn't allowed himself to feel this way in a long time. Lately, his job has consumed most of his life, leaving little room for pleasure.

He shakes his head, trying to clear his thoughts, but the image lingers. With a deep sigh, he finally clicks off the tablet, trying to refocus.

He leans back, the tension in his shoulders and neck growing more intense. The sight of you has a surprising effect on him. Sukuna's gaze lingers on the dark screen for a moment before he closes his eyes, trying to push the image out of his mind. His groin aches, a reminder of the frustration that has been building. It has been the longest dry spell he's ever experienced.

He debates whether to relieve the tension. Grabbing a drink, he lets the burn settle in his chest, needing to regain control. Yet his mind keeps drifting back to you.

His finger twirls through the air. "She's fine for right now. Nothing seems out of the ordinary, and the rest of the house seems okay," he thinks to himself, mumbling the words.

He feels a wave of anger hit him for being so affected, but he can't help it. It has been too long since he had sex, and the sight of you has pushed him over the edge.

He removes his shirt, setting aside his gun and knife, revealing his tattoos. Uncovering his toned body, he places everything on the desk in front of him and takes another drink, his head tilting back.

With a defeated groan, Sukuna unzips his pants, gripping his large cock. He rubs along the shaft, his eyes closing and his face frowning in frustration. He can't believe he's resorting to this, but the tension and desire are too much to ignore. It isn't his style, but it's what his body wants. The days of working with you, seeing you, and hearing you have built up a frustration he can't deny. You are a gorgeous woman; despite your attitude, you're smart, funny, and intriguing to watch.

He groans, angered by the memories and the idea of being caught up with someone so far above him.

"God damn it," he growls, gritting his teeth, his mind pushing forward to the images of you, and his head tilts back.

The thought of making you beg and worship him has his anger boiling to a higher level than before. The situation itself has his cock twitching.

He imagines pounding you into the bed, claiming you in every way possible, and cumming in or all over your beautiful body, leaving you marked.

He finally cries, the tension easing as he finishes. He keeps pumping until he rides out the last waves of euphoria.

Finishing up, his mind feels much clearer as his cock softens. He can finally think clearly. One of the most powerful people is right under his protection, and yet he is consumed with the desire to touch and possess your body and soul, to make you crave him and beg for his touch.

As clarity returns, he stands up, cleaning himself off with a grimace. He zips up his pants, grabs his weapons, and heads upstairs for a quick shower. As the cold water washes away his frustrations, Sukuna can't help but reflect on his day. The sight of you had stirred something in him that he hadn't felt in a long time. He needs to regain control and focus on his duties. But the lingering thoughts of you make it hard for him to think clearly.

After dressing, he looks in the mirror, running his hands through his pink hair. He hates knowing he can't have his way, but he knows he has to stay focused on the job.

"Fuckin' hell," he mutters to himself, his face grimacing.

He quickly composes himself, letting his usual attitude slip back into place.

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The next morning, you wake up and rub your eyes. Realizing how exposed you are with the towel loosely draped around you, you quickly wrap it tighter and search for some casual clothes.

Once dressed in a long-sleeved black crop top, leggings, and fluffy socks, you stretch, feeling like a new person. You head downstairs for coffee and breakfast. As you enter the kitchen, you notice Sukuna in his usual spot, a cigarette hanging from his lips while he cleans an array of weapons laid out on the table.

His back is turned, his tight shirt showing off his well-defined muscles. The house is quiet, save for the soft clinking of Sukuna's guns and the faint scent of cigarette smoke. You shuffle to the coffee pot, pour a cup, and add creamer. The aroma fills the kitchen. Leaning against the counter, you sigh in bliss. Glancing at Sukuna, you wonder if he ever drinks coffee or sticks solely to cigarettes.

Taking a deep breath, you muster the courage to speak.

"Morning." When he ignores you, you add with sarcasm, "Sleep well?"

He exhales smoke, the silence more cutting than words.

"Not much of a talker today? That's okay. I can talk enough for both of us." You force a smile, hoping to ease the tension.

Your voice cuts through his haze, his hands freezing on a pistol before resuming their task. You bite your lip, frustrated. Determined not to be ignored, you press on.

"I watched 'The Menu' the other day. It was intense and kinda creepy. You should watch it."

His expression remains neutral. You can't tell if he's ignoring you or just too focused on his task, but it irks you.

"Sukuna, I know you can hear me. Ignoring me won't make me go away," you say with a slight smile, determined to break through his wall.

Your eyes meet his, and for a brief moment, his gaze falters. A faint hint of red appears on his face before fading. Your heart skips a beat as you try to decipher his expression.

"Good, you're listening," you continue, softening your tone. "Could you ease up on the glares? And the smoking—it's kind of gross. I'm just trying to get to know you, the person protecting me."

Exhaling deeply, Sukuna responds, "It's the morning, Sweetheart. It's too early for your mouth right now. If I answer a question, will you shut the fuck up? I like peace and quiet while I'm working." His baritone voice sends a shiver down your spine. His grip on the pistol tightens briefly, a flicker of irritation crossing his face. The job was supposed to be simple—protect you, keep you safe, and stay detached. Yet, your persistent attempts to break through his walls are making it harder to remain indifferent. Why do you make it so difficult to keep his distance?

As he takes another drag, the cigarette illuminates his face. You hate how undeniably attractive he is. He smirks, noticing the rosy color in your cheeks, raising an eyebrow, curious to see what you'll say next.

'Why does he have to look at me like that?'

You huff slightly. Being annoying might be your best bet to get his attention. If it works, it works.

"YES! Anything. Please talk!" You smile happily, leaning against the counter, holding the warm mug of coffee between your palms.

Sighing again, his head dips down, a slight smile spreading across his face.

"You're like a dog, always eager for attention," he remarks, turning toward you.

Frowning slightly, you sigh and cross your arms. "You're so rude. Is it that hard for you to act friendly? It's not so bad; you could try it at least one time."

At those words, he stands up, stubbing the cigarette into an ash tray. His full height towers over you as he approaches slowly, with the usual cocky confidence you have grown accustomed to.

He stops inches away, his intense eyes locking onto yours as he leans against the counter.

You gaze up into his intense eyes. For the first time, they show something besides irritation or disinterest. His scent wraps around you—a mix of fresh soap and lingering nicotine.

You look into his eyes as they dance over your face and body, finally stopping at your lips. Heat rises to your cheeks as you wonder what he's thinking.

"Alright, what do you want to know, sweetheart?" he asks coolly, his eyes meeting yours.

You lick your lips nervously. "How old are you? And where are you from?"

He laughs shortly, his demeanor shifting. "I'm 34, and I'm from Japan," he replies with a teasing smile. "Does that satisfy your curiosity, Miss Senator? Or do you have a list of questions?

A playful smile slips across your face. At least he answered, and there is progress. You take another sip of your coffee.

"Possibly," you reply.

Sukuna shakes his head, a mix of frustration and amusement in his eyes.

"Why do you keep calling me 'Miss Senator'? You know my name," you say, tilting your head slightly. Sukuna's eyes narrowed, something unreadable flickering across his face.

"Because, 'Miss Senator', if I start saying your name, it becomes too personal. I'm being professional," he answers curtly. "Besides, when we leave this house, 'this' will end. So we don't have a real reason to get to know each other. Regardless, I can tell it gets under your skin, and I find that amusing. Unless you'd rather I call you 'Sweetheart'?" he says, a cheeky grin spreading across his face.

You blink at his reply, frowning slightly. Of course, it wasn't personal to him. You were trying to get some warmth out of this stoic man, but he was just in it for the money. He just wanted the gig to end, just like you. You should be glad—with him being done and the potential threats gone, your life can go back to what it was.

"Fair enough," you say, moving to the living room couch. You fall onto it with a grunt, stretching your legs out and making yourself comfortable. The TV turns on, filling the empty space with background noise. You hold your mug close, letting the smell of freshly brewed coffee fill your nose.

Your mind races, scrambling for questions to keep the conversation alive.

"What made you decide to work as a bodyguard?"

"It was either this job or prison. Someone offered me a way out, so here I am," he says, glancing up briefly before continuing his task.

"Is it why you have all these tattoos?"

Sukuna turns to you, staring at you with a bored expression. "And if I said yes, what then? Is there a follow-up question, or have I satisfied your curiosity?" he says impatiently.

Rolling your eyes, you place the cup on the end table beside the sofa.

"Not really, Sukuna. I was just asking out of genuine curiosity," you shoot back, narrowing your eyes.

"Then yes. To a degree. Happy? Is that enough? You get a whole answer without any bullshit," he states, his tone cold.

The first thing that comes to mind is, 'He couldn't be that bad, right?' followed by, 'What did he do to make prison an option?'

"Not really...what landed you in prison?" you ask, your eyebrow arching as you meet his dark red gaze.

He looks straight at you. "Wouldn't you like to know, sweetheart?" he teases, his eyes glinting.

"Curious if I've done some really bad shit and might turn on you? Don't worry. I'm a different man now. The past is the past, and let's keep it there," he continues.

Flustered, you look away, collecting yourself before continuing.

"Fair enough. Do you have any family—kids,  maybe? It must be tough balancing this job with personal life."

You sit up, pulling your knees towards your chest.

"Just a brother. I have no kids, and I'm single. I have been for a while." He replies.

Trying to keep the conversation alive, you ask, "So... you're from Japan?"

"Yeah. Why is that hard to believe?"

"No, that's just really cool. I haven't really traveled outside the United States," you say softly.

That gets the first real smile to show. It's small, but it was really cute.

Heat rises to your cheeks as you fidget, feeling the awkwardness settle in. "How long have you had your tattoos? They seem pretty intense."

He lets out a groan and sighs, stretching his muscles. "A very long time," he responds calmly.

"Are they just on your face and arms, or everywhere?" you inquire.

"Yeah, pretty much everywhere," he says, his face remaining impassive.

"Does 'everywhere' mean..." you whisper, your eyes trailing downward.

His expression shifts to one of superiority, his eyes following the direction of your gaze with a knowing smirk. He lets out a deep, booming chuckle, seeing you start to blush.

Your cheeks burn with embarrassment as you realize what you just said aloud. You cover your face with your hands, trying to hide your flush. His laughter fills the room, and he sits back on the arm of the couch, clearly amused.

You hate how cocky he was, but it did ease the tension.

He puffs air from his nose and shakes his head. "Nah, not there," he says in a darker voice, raising an eyebrow, knowing exactly what you're thinking.

Your eyes grow wider and your blush deepens as you become speechless.

You sat, somewhat dazed by the interaction. It was the longest conversation you'd had since meeting him—it wasn't a lot, but it's a good first step.

Your eyes gleam excitedly, as your plan seems to be working. Getting someone who barely talks to open up feels like an impossible challenge, but here you are, making progress. The atmosphere feels lighter. It's still awkward, but things feel easier and more relaxed.

"Alright, sweetheart, how about you?" His eyebrow quirks upward, and he shoots you an evil grin. "How old are you?" he asks, throwing the question back at you.

His eyes lock onto yours, challenging you to answer the same question.

Curiosity has gotten the best of him. The look of excitement is evident. You wonder what he would ask. Your chest rises and falls quickly, excited and slightly fearful.

"It's rude to ask a lady her age," you tease, avoiding the question.

"That's not an answer," he counters, running a hand through his pink locks. "But fine, whatever you want to believe," he says dryly.

"Have you ever shot a gun before?" he asks, smoothly changing the subject.

"No."

"You never had shooting lessons or anything?"

You slowly shake your head. All you know is that guns are not toys and how dangerous they can be.

He watches you for a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly as if contemplating something. "Let's fix that," he says, moving towards the kitchen table with a determined look.

"Wait, seriously? Sukuna, are you sure about this?" you ask, feeling your nerves start to show. The thought of handling a gun makes you uneasy, but there's a strange intensity in his gaze that suggests he's serious.

He pauses, looking back at you with a dark, determined expression. The tattoos on his face seem to shift, making him appear more unsettling yet undeniably captivating.

"C'mere," he calls, his voice low and commanding.

"Now?" you ask timidly, feeling a mix of apprehension and curiosity.

You fumble the first word and bite your tongue, trying not to seem intimidated. You move slowly to stand.

"What exactly are you planning? You asked suspiciously.

"Don't worry about it. Now c'mere."

You walk over to him, wanting him to explain. You come face-to-face with his huge muscles and intimidating aura.

You stand hesitantly. There is a shotgun lying on the table and a variety of rifles, mostly handguns.

He holds up a handgun and studies it, turning it in his large hands and spinning it casually before holding it out to you.

"Yeah. No," you answer dryly.

His brows furrow. "Why not? Every woman should know how to use a firearm," he retorts.

"Can I just go back to my coffee?" you pout, crossing your arms.

"Fine, have it your way. You're the boss, after all," he says with a hint of sarcasm.

Your eyebrows draw together, and your head jerks upward as you glare at him. "Why are you such an asshole?" you grumble. "Freakin' prick."

"Heard that. Asshole, yes. Prick, not so much," he says with a smirk, his smug attitude seeping out.

He seems fully amused by your fiery attitude.

"Alright, what about self-defense?" he asks confidently, waiting for your answer.

"Okay, what about it?"

"Do you want to learn to take someone bigger than you down?" His eyes stare intently into yours as his arms cross.

You're at a loss for words and slowly back away as he approaches. You freeze, shaking your head, intimidated.

"Look at that. Are we scared? Someone your size should want to be able to defend themselves from big, scary attackers, no? After all, the world is such a scary place." His smug expression sends you into a rage.

"Look, if this is some way to treat me like I'm fragile-,"

Sukuna holds up a finger to stop you. "Let's get something clear. This isn't about gender or appearance; I'd treat a man the same," he pauses, assessing your reaction. "So. What'll it be?"

Sukuna's devilish smile is barely hidden. He notices how well he can affect you and wants to see how else he can get the better of you. It's an amusing situation that keeps him interested. He stands there, waiting to see if you're serious.

The more you think about it, the more useful the skill could be.

Sukuna towers over you, smirking at his thoughts. He looks down at you. His size, compared to yours, is vast.

You watch as his smile widens. His body radiates a mysterious energy—a flirtatious feeling in the air.

Your heart races, wondering what he's thinking. He always has a comeback ready for everything you throw at him.

You shift uncomfortably under his widening smirk.

"Fine, asshole. If I say yes, then what?" you challenge, still feeling the adrenaline from your banter.

He leans back, his smirk never fading. "Come closer," he instructs, his voice dropping an octave, making the command sound more serious. You glare at him, crossing your arms defiantly.

"Quit stalling and c'mere," he urges again, this time with a note of impatience. The playful edge in his tone is gone, replaced by a more commanding presence that makes you reconsider your reluctance.

"You better be nice about it." You sigh, taking a few steps towards him.

Sukuna motions for you to get closer, his eyes narrowing. As you inch nearer, you feel a shift in the air. Suddenly, his large hand engulfs yours, twisting you with surprising strength. You find yourself on the ground, the cold floor pressing against your cheek. Panic flares in your chest as he effortlessly flips you onto your back. Breathless, your mind scrambles to catch up.

Your eyes flash up as he straddles you, a knee resting beside each shoulder with his crotch directly above your face. Your cheeks flush, and you instantly look away.

Your breath catches, the intensity making it hard to focus. Heat spreads through you, your stomach clenching with a mix of excitement and something else.

"See how easily I can outmaneuver you?" His voice is calm, yet there's a hidden edge to his words.

"I said be nice about it," you argue, your voice softer, pouting slightly as he continues to push your buttons.

His eyes scan your form beneath him. "If this were real, would anyone take it nice and slow?" he asks. You give him an aggravated look as he chuckles, a real smile spreading across his face. Seeing him smile makes your cheeks grow hot. He is handsome and muscular, and his strength is impressive. Damn, the thoughts running through your mind are like a horny teenager's.

A flush of embarrassment heats your cheeks as you realize how easily he dominated you. You grit your teeth, refusing to let him see how much it affected you. "Let me up, jerk," you hiss, masking your mortification with defiance.

Sukuna is not deterred. Your behavior only causes him more enjoyment. Taking both your wrists in one large hand, he stretches them, leaning further over your small frame, making it harder to wiggle free.

"If someone tries to grab you, remember this spot to get free." His voice lowers as a single finger ghosts over a sensitive spot near his pelvis.

You feel a warmth creeping up your neck, and you quickly look away. You blush, and being close only makes your heart thud harder.

"It could come in handy," Sukuna remarks, his smirk laden with hidden implications.

"Just freakin' LET ME UP!" you exclaim, your voice strained with irritation.

"Okay, sweetheart," he agrees, watching you squirm below him. "Just remember how easily you ended up on the floor." He smiles widely as a shiver travels up your spine, heat lingering over your body.

He rises swiftly, his smile unwavering. You manage to stand and brush off your embarrassment, keenly aware of how much he enjoys seeing you flustered.

This man enjoys seeing you on edge, loving how your body reacts. Even his own reaction makes it evident that you are a distraction.

You walk to the kitchen, open the fridge, and grab an apple. With a mischievous grin, you toss it at him, giggling as it bounces off his shoulder.

Closing the fridge door as you grab a strawberry yogurt and tearing the top off, you smirk, trying to maintain your composure. But his smug look chips away at your calm. "Are you pissed because I got you all hot and bothered?" he taunts. Your amusement quickly turns to irritation.

"You wish, jackass," you fire back. "You're nothing more than a cocky asshole with stupid tattoos on his face." You try to keep it cool, but the heat rising to your cheeks betrays the lie.

"Ha. Keep telling yourself that. The blush on your cheeks shows otherwise, Sweetheart," he snickers.

A squeal of frustration leaves you. You throw the spoon at his head, but it lands short.

"Better luck next time," he chuckles, turning his gaze towards the TV.

Your footsteps echo upstairs as Sukuna's amusement fades. He settles onto the couch, flipping through channels absentmindedly until the news catches his attention.

"This is Miwa Kasumi, coming to you with today's top story. New information surrounding the attempt on Senator candidate Y/N L/N's life has just been released. However, her team has announced that she will not be backing out of the election and will be returning soon. Stay tuned for more on this story later—"

Sukuna's expression darkens. His mind drifts to the future, contemplating the end of your contract and the unexpected curiosity you've sparked in him.

He runs a hand over his face, a groan escaping his lips as he slumps back against the couch. The playful banter and flirtation with you seem distant now, overshadowed by the reality of his situation.

"What has my life become?" he mutters to himself, staring at the news.

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That damn jerk knew exactly how to get under your skin. His knowing smirk was infuriatingly sexy, lingering in your thoughts despite your best efforts. You storm back to your room, throwing yourself onto the bed with a frustrated sigh. Sukuna's smug grin and commanding demeanor haunted your mind. His cocky behavior made him seem as if he ruled the world.

"Why do the hot guys always have to be such asses?" you think, wondering why you even bothered with him.

Each dismissive comment felt like a blow, chipping away at the confidence you had painstakingly built. The feeling of powerlessness gnawed at you, anger simmering beneath the surface. You can't let him see how much he affects you.

What the hell is wrong with you? You're smart, capable, and a respected politician—not someone who lets others walk all over them. The isolation and stress are messing with your head. You recall the countless battles you've fought to earn your place—the late nights in the office, the abuse of power and disrespectful remarks claiming you're unable to hold you own from colleagues. This is different, but it feels the same. They're all the same in that regard—thinking the rules and mutual respect don't apply to them, even as elected officials.

You sighed deeply in frustration.

This man was going to make you hate every second of being here. These past few weeks have been hell, aside from the conversation you just had which wasn't terrible. You glance at the clock. Hours slipped by. With a groan, you sit up, stretch, and scan the room.

Now is the perfect chance for revenge. No one messes with you and gets away with it. You're not meek, and he's not as intimidating as he thinks. You need to show him that you're not someone to be trifled with.

"What goes around, comes around, tattoo face," you mutter, your mind racing with schemes to knock him down a notch.

If you decide to get him back, make him beg. Petty or not, you need to put him in his place.

Toying with his mind would be fun and satisfying, especially if you could provoke him the way he provokes you. That would be payback for his little display of dominance earlier.

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After hours of restlessness, you decide to confront Sukuna. You head downstairs, scanning the rooms for any sign of him.

The kitchen is empty, the faint hum of the refrigerator the only sound. Frustrated, you move towards the living room, your socks sliding silently over the tiled floor. The soft glow from the muted TV casts shadows on the walls,but there's no sign of Sukuna. As you turn around, you collide with his solid chest, his body radiating warmth and smelling faintly of musk and smoke. A yelp escapes your lips followed by a surprised "oomph." His strong arms shoots out, the roughness of his calloused hands gripped you firmly as he prevents you from falling.

Sukuna's mouth tightened into a flat line, anger and annoyance flickering across his features. Yet, beneath that, you caught a glint of reluctant satisfaction as your smaller form collided with his solid chest. He steadied you with a firm grip on your arm. You gasped, struggling to ignore the sensation of his defined pecs against your skin.

"Your reflexes are shit," he grunts, shaking his head.

His arm drops when you push him away. For a split second, something  flickers in his eyes, quickly vanishes as quick as it appeared, replaced by his cold, narrowed gaze and that infuriating smirk.

"Shut up. And don't act innocent," you scoff, maintaining your cool facade. "Like you actually care, you probably wish I fell on my ass."

"Clearly. Because if I did, why did I catch your fall?" Sukuna's eyebrow quirked in amusement, that infuriating grin returning. "But keep telling yourself that, Sweetheart." His voice oozed condescension.

You throw him a death glare, which he returns, his dark red eyes full of the arrogance that gets on your nerves yet sparks a flame you thought died long ago.

"Why didn't you tell me you were here?" you demanded, frustration clear in your voice as you crossing your arms.

He scowls, crossing his arms. "I was just in the other room, working, sweetheart. Do I need your permission to move? Or to breathe? My job isn't to be glued to your hip; my job is to keep you protected. I don't have to check in with you or tell you what I'm doing or where I am at all times," he replies.

You grit your teeth, stepping back as he towers over you with an authoritative air. The difference in size and height accentuates your frustration. And that damn smirk ignites a deeper anger, it was like he was constantly looking down you and belittling you. making you determined not to back down.

"Stop calling me sweetheart, and don't sneak up on me!" you snapped, narrowing your eyes at him, your voice sharp and commanding.

He chuckles deeply, amused and irritated at the same time. The sound makes a chill run up your spine.

"Why are you back down here anyway? Trying to annoy me again, darling? Or do you need my attention?" he comments.

"God, fuck you and your narcissism. I wanted a drink, dumbass," you shot back, rolling your eyes dramatically.

"Fine, whatever you say, baby doll," he concedes, stepping back.

His expression shifts, curiosity replacing his smug look as his gaze lingers on your chest before moving up to your face.

Grumbling, you walk past him, only for him to turn.

You ignore him, rummaging through the refrigerator. Glancing to the side, Sukuna continues to stare, his arms crossed and his expression amused. His hand taps his arm rhythmically while he watches you.

He shakes his head. "Such a brat," he mutters under his breath.

You grab a bottle of water, noticing Sukuna's gaze flicker to your chest before meeting your eyes.

"I can see why you're single. You're a fucking pain in the ass. Maybe that's why nobody wants to deal with your shit," you reply.

His tongue runs along the inside of his cheek. The intensity of his expression is a mixture of dark and challenging. The corner of his lips pulls up, curling into a devious smirk that sends a wave of desire through you.

"I can have someone to fill my needs; don't you worry. Women line up to be with me," he says, waving his hand casually. His head is angled forward again, and those deep scarlet eyes of his are studying you.

"Doubt it, then why are you still single, huh?" you retorted, raising an eyebrow challengingly.

"Why do you want to know?" he countered, his voice tinged with sarcasm. "What is this, twenty questions or some shit?"

"Just curious. Can't I be?" You retort, and your smile is anything but innocent.

For a moment, he simply stares, his dark red eyes boring into yours as if trying to read your soul. Sukuna's glare travels through your face, trying to read your expression, but he only finds you feigning innocence. Your heart races, but you hold his gaze, refusing to back down.

The facade makes him want to play along, sensing the underlying tension. A slow smirk spreads across his lips as he steps closer, the air charged with electricity. His dark eyes glinted with amusement and curiosity, eager to see how far you would go to challenge his dominance.

He crosses his arms and steps forward, his face close and looming above you. "Hmm. What does the little boss lady want to hear? I'm scared to show affection to women and can't commit to anyone." His face hovers closer. "That I'm a fuck 'em and leave 'em kinda guy?" he whispers. "Are those the dirty secrets you're looking for, princess? I've got plenty," he challenges.

You bite the inside of your cheeks, trying not to give him any hints.

"No, but since you brought it up, you seem like the type. You probably like 'em shy and afraid of you," you spoke confidently, though as he towered over you felt like shrinking away.

A huff and shake of the head as he laughs. He was playing along.

"Ah, ah, sweetheart. This isn't about me. This is about you being so nosy and curious, but no. I wouldn't say afraid," he smirks, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "But being in charge and dominant isn't a bad thing, don't you think?" he adds, his voice dropping an octave, his smirk now predatory and confident. "I enjoy seeing a woman get on her knees and worship me as I deserve."

A chill slithers down your spine as your eyes lock onto his. The tension is electric, amplified by the silence, punctuated only by your shallow breaths and racing heart.

Sukuna chuckles. "I'm in charge, right?" His voice dips lower, almost seductively, leaving you a bit dumbfounded for a few seconds.

Your eyes widened and you blushed lightly at the words coming from his mouth. He chuckled at how obvious it was. "Have anything to say?" his cocky grin returned. "Or are you just going to blush?" he teases.

Clearing your throat, your chin tips up and you glare him in the eyes; you did not back down.

"Why do you do that?" you asked, placing your hands on your hips defiantly. "I just asked an innocent question."

Sukuna just smiles and shakes his head, an edge of confidence in his eyes.

"I just wanna get somethings straight—I just want you to tell me who's really in charge here, and why do you care so much?" His eyebrow arches, and his voice drips with condescension.

A large gulp of air leaves you. You muster the courage, but your own stubbornness prevents you from conceding. The fact that you are not giving in makes the interaction more fun and interesting; you're enjoying the rises and falls of this encounter.

Your breath hitches before you speak. Silence stretches until you finally respond. "No. Fuck you. I'm in charge," you declare, not backing down an inch.

A slow, satisfied smile spreads across his face. "Aw, look at that," he says, tilting his head. "Defiant as ever."

"We'll have to fix that, won't we?" His grin turns dark as the tension thickens, with him still leaning and looming over you. He can tell you're not giving up by your pout and furrowed brow.

"Do your worst," you whisper without thinking.

"Are you sure this is a game you want to play, Princess? I never lose, especially when someone challenges me," he snickers, his hand sliding under your chin, gripping it tightly, and pulling you face to face. You were surprised by the sudden grab, your eyes wide.

The sudden proximity steals your breath. He's so close, and you struggle to maintain your composure. His breath is warm against your skin, and his eyes are boring into yours with a mix of amusement and challenge.

Sukuna's smirk is deadly, his whole attitude giving off a 'don't mess with me' vibe. But it isn't working well for him; instead, it only makes you want to defy him more, with no backing down.

"Yup," you whisper. "And since I have the higher title in this household, let's get this straight. You answer to me, so you can't boss me around," you retort, pointing to him. "Mmkay, And don't think you scare me either."

"Never said you should be afraid. Only those who make me mad need to be scared. I'm just going to show you who is really in charge," he states coldly, the dominance in his voice heavy. "Now why don't you have a seat, boss?" he smirks.

Sukuna glanced at the couch, a clear command in his eyes. You hesitated, a shiver racing down your spine at the silent authority he exuded. You feel him tug you forward and feel his hand press firmly against the back of your head.

"Didn't you hear me? Sit down." His voice is a low, commanding growl. He presses his hand firmly against the back of your head, guiding you with a force that leaves no room for argument.

He loves seeing his actions affect you, slowly causing a red tint to form on your cheeks, spreading quickly throughout your face.

Don't let him see you're nervous; you'll tell yourself.

Straightening up, you moved around to the plush couch. You locked eyes with Sukuna, his smirk unwavering as his gaze bore into you, making your heart race. His tongue trails across, then flicks over his teeth, not caring that this action is overtly sexual. The lust and attraction are extremely obvious.

"Here's the thing about authority," he begins, his voice smooth but disdainful. "You act like some cocky bitch, thinking I'll just do whatever you say. That's not how it works, sweetheart." His seductive chuckle adds a layer of menace to his words, sending another shiver down your spine.

His grip on your shoulder tightened before he forcefully pushed you onto the couch. The action makes your breath hitch, and he relishes in your defiant expression, savoring the shift in power.

The physical contact sends a jolt through you—a mix of fear and undeniable desire. As much as you hated to admit it, his dominance stirred something deep within you—a yearning you couldn't quite understand, something you weren't ready to confront.

You attempt to get up.

"Sit." He can see that you were daring to defy him and call his bluff. "I said, sit," he commands. His tone leaves no room for debate.

Obediently, you take a seat and sink into the couch.

You take a sharp breath and glance down, unable to meet his triumphant gaze.

His rough fingers tangle through your hair, tilting your head up with a firm grip. Your breath catches, and the proximity of his towering presence sends a shiver down your spine.

"You see, I've always seen myself as a dominant kind of guy, and maybe with all this free time we have, I should show you that. The real rules and how they work... I will show you what it means to listen and what will happen if you don't." His voice turns slightly dominant and cold, and his gaze grows deeper with hunger.

His words lingered, leaving you both anxious and oddly intrigued. What did he really mean?

As he leaned in, a warmth spread through your core, despite your efforts to remain unaffected. He is clearly showing he is dominant in the situation; your face flushes from the confrontation.

"Well, now, look who's flustered." He clicks his tongue and looks down, that smug smirk never leaving his face. You look away; he is literally oozing confidence right now.

Sukuna clicks his tongue in displeasure.

"Did I say you could look away? Look. at . me," he growls, his grip tightening.

Slowly, you look back into the burning depths of his eyes.

"Good," he croons, pleased that you had obeyed. "I'm not just your bodyguard right now, sweetheart. I'm the authority. Don't get me wrong; it's cute that you're trying to act all high and mighty, but that's not how this is going to work," he chuckles. "In this house, on these grounds, I'm in charge," he asserts.

Sukuna's red eyes follow your every movement; your mind is racing.

Sukuna knew you were someone in power, used to getting her way and calling the shots, and he knew it must drive you crazy not to have any power or say in this situation.

"Do we have an understanding, baby girl?"

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"Good," he croons, pleased that you had obeyed. "I'm not just your bodyguard right now, sweetheart. I'm the authority. Don't get me wrong; it's cute that you're trying to act all high and mighty, but that's not how this is going to work," he chuckles. "In this house, on these grounds, I'm in charge," he asserts.

Sukuna's red eyes follow your every movement; your mind is racing.

Sukuna knew you were someone in power, used to getting her way and calling the shots, and he knew it must drive you crazy not to have any power or say in this situation.

"Do we have an understanding, baby girl?" He teases, clearly satisfied. The way his face displays nothing but amusement, seeing your reactions. It excites him to toy with your emotions and drive you further to the edge.

-

Your heart stops as you look directly into his eyes, but there is no fear in your gaze. If anything, it seems you are egging him on. The look of rebellion and curiosity mixed with desire has an unintentional effect, spurring his dominance.

Your pupils dilate slightly, showing your attraction, a sign Sukuna notices. His eyes stay locked, noticing the light tint of your cheeks and neck and seeing your breathing escalate.

If he only knew how much he was driving you insane. Instead, you glare.

"No, you don't scare me. Well, your appearance, yes, but this little thing you're trying to put off, no." You snarl back. "What can you even do anyway, asshole?"

Sukuna looked amused, enjoying the responses coming from you and not backing down from your feisty attitude. The fear in you that was so evident is going away, showing less of the vulnerable side, and starting to act like an equal.

For Sukuna, this was an exhilarating experience. He wasn't used to women with as much personality and confidence as you. You were a challenge, not the fragile or naive playthings he often dealt with. This only fueled his desire to dominate and break you.

Your heart jumps as his lips form an evil smirk and he leans closer. Your cheeks flush a darker shade of crimson.

"That mouth is going to get you in trouble one of these days," he said, his face and lips not even touching but slightly parted. "Unless you use it properly." Sukuna smirks.

As he leans closer, his phone rings, and his smirk vanishes, replaced by a cold, emotionless line.

Sukuna untangles his hand from your hair and stands to his full height, holding you with his stare. Your throat catches as his eyes check you out one final time. He flashes a cold, calculating smile, then walks over to the table and answers the phone, his hand gripping it with ease and the vein along his arm flexing.

You sense his growing annoyance and frustration.

You smiled and chuckled to yourself, pleased to have ruined the moment and kept him on his toes.

While listening, he scratches the top of his head, running his hand down his tattooed face.

He stands, his gaze sweeping the room before locking onto you, sitting smugly on the couch with your legs crossed. His eyes flick over you, lingering for a moment before meeting your defiant stare.

"Yes, sir, she's sitting right in front of me," he answers the other man over the phone. You frowned, sticking your tongue out to tease and give him the finger.

He gives his signature snarl and narrows his eyes. You love the control, getting back at him a bit.

"Absolutely not, sir; that would jeopardize the protection and put her at risk." He covered the phone with his other large hand and whispered, "Do that shit one more time; I'll kick your ass."

His warning doesn't faze you. Instead, defiance burns in your eyes, intensifying his growing frustration.

You giggle under your breath. He kept his attention on the phone call, giving only occasional side glances.

Waving to him to gain his attention, his eyes locked onto you, and he watched intently. You give him the finger again, smiling ear to ear and chuckling. You could see his mouth twitch, and a faint laugh could be heard.

This brings back the spark and ignites him to tease back. With his eyes on yours, his tongue licks his bottom lip before putting it between his teeth, biting down, and letting a small smirk appear.

"She seems perfectly fine with everything that has been going on. She doesn't really seem fazed at all, given the circumstances. I am keeping a close eye on her; my top priority is to keep her safe."

With a surge of confidence, you stood up quickly. Seizing the moment, you slapped his butt, a mischievous smirk spreading across your face, before dashing towards your bedroom with a soft giggle.

As you run past him, he looks surprised when you slap him. Laughing to yourself. As soon as you step into your room, you slam the door closed and lock it behind you, hoping he doesn't catch up fast enough.

"Sorry about that, sir." He watched your hips sashay and sway away as he sighed. "Yep. I have the whole property secured; there is no chance anyone or anything slips through."

Not wanting this moment to slip away, as he was just starting to have some fun with you.

With him on the phone, it allowed this to be a way to torment and get payback, at least somewhat.

"Why not? We know we'll figure this all out soon enough, and this will be done." His jaw is tensed, and the air is silent. "I will call you back after I have a talk with Miss L/N. Thank you, sir. He wished his body was allowed to follow you, but he needs to do his job. He loves the feistiness and attitude that you gave off, his red eyes not leaving your body as you ran away. It takes everything in his power not to follow right behind and corner you.

With a sigh, he continues. "I understand. I'll speak to you soon. Alright, Bye." He shakes his head, turning his face toward the TV, thinking of what else he can do to give this game more spice. The phone slides down into his pocket, and he chases after you.

Each step is determined to catch up to the one who ran off, excited at the thought of the challenge. It had been so long that his mind was wanting more.

Reaching the doorway, he found the door was locked. Sukuna considered kicking the door down but restrained himself, knowing it would ruin his job.

"Why did you lock the door? I'm not angry. Open it so we can continue playing, yeah."

There isn't an immediate answer. He heard shuffling inside, his keen ear picking up every sound as he tried to figure out what was happening. His anger rose and simmered with each passing second, feeling his nerves being teased, slowly falling for it but not giving in quite yet.

He stood, growing more tense and annoyed, even in the silence that's continuing, with his only option being knocking the door down. That is his only way inside.

"Ay, Sweetheart. Can you open the door? Please..." Sukuna rarely begged and knew he wasn't a gentle soul. The word almost felt foreign on his tongue.

He listened to the silent sound that echoed. Then a little giggle was heard: "Say pretty, please..tattoo man." The soft and sweet, airy tone spoke teasingly and innocently. "It is a shame you can't open it yourself, but because I'm feeling generous, if you beg nicely, I'll open the door. What do you say?"

Grinding his teeth, his blood boiling with the nickname, and his patience thinning. He isn't accustomed to begging and letting out a deep groan of irritation, as well as his anger. The anger was starting to spike, and only his eyes were able to give him away. The hungry, animalistic rage was slowly leaking out.

He slams a fist next to the door, huffing in irritation."Come open the fucking door, please, Princess...f-fuck..before I kick it the hell down." The words were said through gritted teeth as the tension grew inside, becoming louder with each passing second. His fingers and muscles tighten up. He almost lost control for a minute.

The laughter continues, getting a bit louder and giggling into your pillow, then sighing happily, feeling accomplished, and the tinge of getting back at him for the attitude, the backhanded compliments, and the many things he did.

"Mm nope. Go take a cold shower and.. relax~" There is a hint of innocence as you smile; your tone is silky and flirtatious.

The cutesy giggles were getting on his nerve, and his demeanor shifted, unable to hide his growing frustration. His mouth turns downward into a scowl, showing how frustrated and livid he has grown with your childish attitude. A loud knock was made.

"When the fuck do you give orders?" He shouted angrily, the pent-up frustration escaping the confines of his patience and boiling up. He could take no more of the games and torment, losing the last bits of self-control. He was ready to turn this teasing into full-on desire. He banged on the door even harder and grew impatient.

"Stop the goddamn giggles, open the fucking door, and test my patience! Or you'll regret it, Princess."

Finally, the door cracks open. Sukuna watched you pop out with a smile and a light cream blanket wrapped around your frame.

"I don't like taking orders from my subordinates, remember." There is a sweet and simple smile across your lips, teasing and toying with him even more.

"Oh, so is that what you think? Is that why you're taking your damn sweet time and making me wait, huh?" His eyes sharpen. The way you tease him gets to him, and the comment hits his pride.

"Yes, exactly. I'm the boss, remember?" quickly closing the bedroom, locking it once again. Before he has the chance to do anything.

He was appalled and shocked that the situation had escalated to this point. "You fucking brat! You better open the damn door now!" he shouted, pounding his large fist against the wooden surface. Taking deep breaths, his rage overtook him, pushing all logical and calm thoughts aside as his need for release grew stronger.

"Mhmmm... Just wait until you beg a little bit more." the word 'beg' rolling off the tip of your tongue with a suggestive undertone.

The quiet giggle was followed by footsteps walking around and stopping as you fell onto the bed, the bouncing happening while you stared at the door.

"Give in...say 'pretty please with whipped cream and a cherry on top~'." the giggling echoed with each word.

"You think you're cute, huh?" A deep growl escapes him, his jaw clenched, and the beast within strains to break free. Trying the handle again, it stays stuck. His emotions got the better of him, and he tried to fight through them, wanting to open them.

"Yup, definitely~." The response makes him enraged even more. "And you know it!" The mocking voice and singsong tone. "Keep begging, tattoo boy; it's kind of hot. Like the thought of a big, strong man begging at my feet." A soft hum of satisfaction. "So please keep going."

The anger was pulsating. The fire was spreading all over him. It started in his gut but has since traveled downward.

A smirk tugs at his lips.

He hates that your cocky behavior was so attractive to him, and his mind slips slightly with the tease and suggestive undertone. An evil smile creeps into him and flashes; a low groan escapes him.

"Goddamn it!" another smack to the door as a heavy sigh is released, giving into the thoughts racing.

"Just do what I said, and I'll open the door." You taunt with a giddy giggle, "Go ahead, tattoo boy. Do what I asked; it's not hard. Such a big, strong man like you, scared of using a few little words, but fine, if you're going to be so stubborn."

Silence

The words play inside his head as he looks at the ceiling while staring with half-lidded eyes. Thinking of your body, the softness, and how well you filled out each spot.

He could easily give into temptation because the demands were so lenient, but his pride held him back. A sigh came about, and I leaned against the wall.

The playful and cute responses did well to annoy him more than anything; the teasing was taken to a whole different level. The moods shift, and your fun and exciting attitude went far. It's not a bad thing, but with his primal urges, the way you talk pushes him even more.

You chuckle again, knowing you've won this round and gained the upper hand over the tall, imposing man. "No answer. Ok then..it's getting late, so goodnight, Sweetheart~" you chime, using his own nickname against him with saccharine sweetness.

In your room, the light dims, and you crawl under the thick cover of the bed, cuddling into your plush blanket.

This really caught him off-guard. It was so nonchalant that he almost missed what happened.

Sukuna lets out a frustrated breath and leans his head against the hard surface of the door. It feels cool on his forehead and helps his head relax and not get too overheated. His breath becomes calm, and he slowly closes his eyes to help regain control.

"You want to fucking play like that. Fine, but be careful what you fucking wish for, Sweetheart. Soon, that attitude will have some consequences, and you won't be so willing to mess with me. You'll fucking regret everything you have ever said; this is just a little foreplay to the real shit; the next time, you'll know your fucking place." His voice grew more authoritative, sending chills down his spine.

Sukuna steps away from the door, his frustration palpable as he reluctantly withdraws, knowing this game is far from over. As he turns to leave, he runs a hand through his pink hair, frustration etched on his face. You hear his footsteps retreat down the hall, each step a reminder of the tension simmering between you two. You let out a sigh of relief, but a small part of you can't help but feel a thrill at having bested him, if only for the night.

He flicked off the lights in the hall, deciding to call it a night. As he heads downstairs, his mind buzzes with wild fantasies and plans for tomorrow.

Back in the bedroom, you sighed deeply, contemplating the possible consequences of your actions. You didn't know exactly what would happen next, but a deep feeling in your gut told you this risky game was turning into something far more intense than playful teasing.

For now, all that mattered was going to sleep and continuing tomorrow, where this would all pick back up, and if he doesn't let up, things are bound to take a crazier turn.

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Next Day...

That morning came sooner than expected. The early light was showing, and the sun began to peak through the blackout blinds, creating a soft, warm feeling.

Everything is peaceful as the birds begin to chirp a happy sound. It fills the silence and makes it much less deafening.

Rolling onto your back, you let out a contented sigh, recalling last night with Sukuna. Winning was a small but necessary victory. Sure, you might have pushed too far, but standing up to him felt good. If he backs down first, your confidence will soar.

But the thought of seeing him again makes you pause. A sigh of dejection escapes as you remember his teasing. Maybe you shouldn't have teased him last night; it might lead to something even more chaotic today.

Regardless, you'll have to face whatever comes. Climbing out of bed, you start your morning routine. As you fix your hair and choose a cute little dress that flows just above your knees, you can't help but hope the day won't be as tense as you fear.

You jog down the stairs to the kitchen and notice Sukuna is absent. The usual scent of cigarettes and cologne is missing. A sigh of relief escapes you. At least you can start the day without another confrontation. After last night, you worry you might have crossed a line.

You've always been feisty, which is probably why your political colleagues criticize your behavior. You want things changed, are the first to open your mouth, and always insist on speaking up for the little man. They say your ego gets in the way and that you don't know what's good for the country and its people. A troublemaker, they call you. But it's your drive for the rights of the less fortunate that had fueled you.

However, you were starting to feel like it was a bad thing. Here you were, now needing protection, probably because of your blunt and aggressive tendencies and desire to stir the pot for change. Your enemies might have decided that killing was the answer instead of winning or beating you the civil way.

You shake your thoughts away as you walk into the kitchen, making your coffee with a bit of sugary creamer for extra flavor.

You hum happily at the first sip of coffee, savoring the sweetness. Wanting something to munch on with your coffee, you rummage through the cabinet and spot the chocolate chip muffins on the top shelf. A frustrated huff escapes you. You could have sworn they were at the bottom last time. Actually, most of your usual snacks seem to have made their way to the top shelf as well.

"You have got to be kidding me," you mumbled. You stood on your tip-toes and even jumped a bit, but nothing happened.

You continue trying to get the delicious morsel.

Suddenly, the front door opens. You know exactly who it is and don't bother to greet him. The crinkling of plastic bags indicates he must have gotten more supplies—likely cigarettes and other odds and ends.

Sukuna had woken up in a decent mood, ready to handle whatever attitude you threw his way. Despite the frustration, getting a reaction out of him was rare and made the encounter much more interesting.

Sukuna chuckled at the sight. It was, honestly, pretty cute. He stood a few feet away, watching with a mix of humor and interest, tilting his head as he let himself get caught up in the moment.

Your face shows concentration and frustration as you reach for the coveted prize.

Sukuna places the bags on the counter, then crosses his arms and leans against it, watching your struggle. After a few moments, he clears his throat loudly, making you turn.

His large, toned body towers over yours, a small hint of a smirk appearing as he finds your struggle adorable.

"Having trouble? Need me to get that for you, sweetheart?" he asks sarcastically, his tone dripping with amusement that only fuels your determination.

"No!" you respond firmly. "I can get it myself, thanks."

He shrugs, lighting up a cigarette. His red irises flare and intensify as he exhales deeply, the smoke rising and then evaporating.

"Well then," he begins, the smoke lingering around.

You frown, deciding to climb on the counter. Groaning as he chuckles darkly, you stick out your tongue at him childishly, not bothering to hide your annoyance.

"Is this the shit you do when I'm not around?" he asked, his slight amusement evident. You let out an unamused grunt.

Your fingers stretch, trying to grasp the package once again, and your movements stop when his question comes out.

"No, it just seems like someone put most of the snacks up here, knowing damn well I couldn't reach them," you complained.

"Oh, is that right? Are you implying I did it?" The smug look on his face says a thousand words.

"What would you do if I said you did?" You ask him curiously.

"Not a damn thing." He comments, his crimson-red eyes and half-lidded gaze looking over your curves as he takes a deep drag from the cigarette.

There is no doubt that he enjoys being difficult and making things more complicated than it needed to be.

Scoffing, you finally grasp the box and hold it up with a cheeky grin.

"See, I got it on my own," you sing condescendingly as you climb down from the counter.

Smoke flows freely from the corner of his mouth as he glances at the muffins, then back at you.

"Mhmm." His gaze burns into your figure as you pop one of the treats into your mouth.

He watched you with a smug smirk. Tormenting you and getting on your nerves was too easy, and it never got boring.

"These are so fucking good," you comment after taking the first bite. "So, is this going to be another day of torture and acting like a complete asshole? Or can you make the rest of my stay bearable and treat me like a normal person?"

You look up at him, taking him in. His eyes are glossed over, his piercing stare never falters. His muscular upper body catches your attention, each muscle defined as he leans on the counter. Even his lower half is just as well-defined.

God, he was so damn fine, and he knew it.

"I treat you like I'm supposed to treat a brat who doesn't follow my rules. And you want to be treated differently; be on your best fucking behavior; be a good girl," his deep, gruff voice commanded. Putting out his cigarette, he walks over, grabs your coffee, and leans his back against the counter. Watching you.

His domineering attitude and arrogant responses infuriate you, yet they also fuel a different kind of desire.

You lock eyes with him.

He takes a sip of your coffee, the smirk still playing on his lips.

Your eyes widen, your face flushing with anger. The sight of him casually drinking your coffee while putting out his cigarette makes your annoyance fume.

He sighs in satisfaction as he enjoys your drink. Your glare burns into his cold eyes.

"Really, Asshole? Can't you get your own coffee?" you snap, irritation rising.

Sukuna smiles, clearly enjoying tormenting you. "Hmm. Oh, do you want it back?" His voice takes on a playful, flirtatious sound. "Ask me nicely. Since you asked me to be the same."

"Give. It." You glare, hands on hips.

"Say, please," he says, amusement glinting in his eyes.

Annoyed, you slide closer, trying to steal it, but his height stops you. You huff, pouting as he takes another sip, smirk unwavering. His eyes meet yours, challenging your dominance.

"Tattoo Boy," you hiss, irritation rising.

"Yes, Sweetheart?" The way his red eyes blazed sent an unwarranted shiver up your spine.

"Give me the damn cup." You held out your hand.

"Then, all you have to do is say the magic word or beg me," he shot back. "Demand and bark orders all you want. It won't change shit. Say the one little word, and then the cup is all yours." The fact that his smug smile grew makes the frustration build more inside your boiling core.

You take a deep breath, refusing to give in or let him see the frustration growing within you.

"Is that a no? Hm...so stubborn." He scoffs. After finishing, he hands you the cup, now completely drained of your sweet, precious coffee. You frown, extremely displeased.

"I hate you so much, stupid fucker," you mutter, still frowning at the empty cup in your hands. "Is this all because I keep winning this little game of ours? If you think taking and drinking my stuff will get a rise out of me, you're very wrong," you retort.

"Tch, I wouldn't call it winning," he scoffs. "But no, don't flatter yourself. I'm still going to win regardless, don't you worry."

"Yes, it is; just fucking admit I won. You can't accept that you're not as scary as you think you are. What are you so afraid of? Losing and having a taste of your own medicine, Tattoo Man?" you sneer. You place the cup on the island and lean backward. "Face it, honey; no matter what you do, I'll find a way to gain the upper hand."

His eyebrow tenses, lip twitching, eyes dark with anger.

"You wanna keep trying your luck, sweetheart?" His sneer and cold gaze are intimidating.

"Yeah, so keep glaring at me, and I hope your scary attitude scares me. Let's see how well that shit works on me." you say, annoyance clear but not backing down.

"Why do you have to be such a smartass?" He chuckles, his deep voice vibrating low.

"Because you make it so goddamn easy, tough guy, and I'm just giving back everything you've been throwing at me. Does it make you nervous when someone dares to call you on the shit? Instead of just taking it."

"Keep mocking me, it won't mean shit, sweetheart." His anger is building up again. "Don't think I'll bow down just because I'm supposed to protect you. I'm not anyone's bitch. Get that clear. You're walking on thin fucking ice, and don't seem to understand what you've started."

He was now getting more than a little frustrated by your actions and was not going to let you keep messing around, giving attitude. If that's the game you wanted, that's what you're going to get.

"So, think real hard before you push me further." His cold gaze sends chills down your spine, but it doesn't scare you; it excites you. You maintain an air of confidence, refusing to crack under his menacing glare.

You yawned loudly, crossing your arms. "Yeah, yeah. You're all bark and no bite." You roll your eyes. "You haven't proven anything yet, tattoo man. I'm not even a little bit threatened."

His face morphed into a low scowl in an attempt to keep his composure as best he could. You chuckled loudly and pushed off the counter, snatching up the muffin, munching on it and beginning to walk towards the stairs.

"Where do you think you're going? We aren't finished yet," his low voice growled.

"Yes, we are." A sweet giggle came out of you; it had a touch of taunting and sass. "Don't waste your breath," you stated.

"I really can't stand that damn fucking attitude of yours," he sneered. "And don't tempt fate, sweetheart; the second I'm able to get you, I will. I really don't think you understand who the fuck you're dealing with." He is visibly getting annoyed. You can't help but enjoy riling him up. It is fun and adds to this game, which you know he feels as well.

"Sure, whatever. I know you like it," your eyes rolling, and you continue to move towards your room.

As soon as he got closer, he placed his arm on the wall to stop you, blocking your exit.

"Got a smart-ass response for everything, huh? And don't ignore me when we are having a conversation," Sukuna snarled.

You shrug your shoulders, sighing with boredom. You took one last bite of the delicious muffin and shoved the wrapper into his hand.

"Put the wrapper in the trash for me, would ya'?"

Sukuna watched in shock as you dip under his arm and proceeded up the stairs. You didn't even ask; you just threw the wrapper in his hand and pranced off with your hips swaying, laughing as if was the funniest joke.

Pausing on the last step, you threw one last taunt over your shoulder.

"Hate it all you want, but you know I'm right."

Your head disappeared from his view. Slamming your door shut, his mouth falls open, baffled at what had just taken place.

He felt his head boil with an incredible amount of annoyance. He was shaking with anger, crushing the wrapper in his hand.

How the fuck, how the actual fuck, could you pull some shit like this?

He starts running his hand through his hair, growing even more irritated. He knew the statement was true, which is what pissed him off the most.

For a moment, Sukuna was taken aback by your boldness, unused to someone standing up and defying him like this. But that quickly changed to growing intrigue and desire. As much as the dominant side of him loved a challenge, his primal side, the inner beast within, could not handle this disobedience from a pretty little thing like you. He always got what he wanted and would have his way.

His instincts and desires were getting stronger that it almost hurts, wanting nothing more than to rush upstairs and take you over the staircase railing, letting out this burning desire to feel that soft skin. To fuck you and make you his; pound away every thing you said until you scream his name and cry for him, submitting to his entire being. To make you pay dearly for every little thing you did.

His blood raced at the thought.

This shit is starting to push him to his breaking point. His patience was worn down with each word or gesture. He was losing the battle with his need, his inner cravings, and his desire to let the darkest part of him go; he needed release, and with you looking so deliciously tasty and vulnerable. This whole situation wasn't going to help.

His blood raced at the thought.

He had to calm down though. The moment will come; just keep playing the game.

Sighing, the situation is already complicated enough, and he is trying to restrain himself, especially when his carnal desires start kicking in and the brat continues to talk, tease, and poke fun, causing him to crack.

For the second time, you had won the round in this little game. However, he felt strongly that something else was waiting at the end of the tunnel.

-

You finally go to the bedroom and let the smirk break across your face. Making him react is what you wanted, but you got more than expected. A silent, satisfied chuckle made your chest move up and down. You found this very amusing and entertaining. You sat down and laid on the bed with a content and happy sigh. The excitement lingered for a moment. You can't remember the last time you had fun.

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After hours of lying around, you decided to get up and move. Downstairs, there was no sign of the pink-haired guard.

Stepping onto the back patio, you feel the breeze. A soft sigh escapes as a happy smile tugs at your face.

The backyard is gorgeous, with lush greenery and white stone walls. A beautiful pool area with palm trees and a massive fire pit with cabana sat off to the side. Through a small archway, the beach is visible in the distance, creating a mini tropical oasis.

As the sunlight warmed your skin, you felt a rare moment of peace. Closing your eyes, you let the tension slip away, savoring the brief period of relaxation.

"What do you think you're doing?" Sukuna's voice shattered the tranquility. He stood in the doorway, scowling. "Going outside without protection is idiotic," he said, his eyes flickering with concern despite his harsh tone.

Your expression hardened. Why did he always have to ruin everything? Couldn't he give you a few moments of sun?

Turning your head slightly, you see him leaning against the large door frame, blocking the way in and out of the house.

"Nothing, for fuck's sake," you murmur, huffing angrily. "If you're here for round two, keep your stupid-ass comments to yourself. I just wanted a few moments in the sun; is that too much to ask?"

"Yeah, no," he drawled, a cigarette dangling lazily from his lips. He blew out a cloud of smoke, his eyes glinting with a mixture of amusement and disdain.

You turned your back to him, but his growl echoed. "Damn smart-mouthed woman." He wasn't leaving anytime soon. "Do I need to remind you, I'm here to protect you, not chat in the sun," he boomed.

You shot him a glare, which only made his smirk widen. He leaned back, clearly enjoying the sight of your rising anger, savoring each moment of control he held over you.

"I'd rather not, thank you," you replied quickly. "Now get out of my face and leave me alone." You glance at the yard, annoyed. "Why are you trying to ruin my perfect afternoon?"

You try not to show it, but now his hounding and irritation was really getting on your nerves.

"I'm here to keep you safe, and that means you don't leave the house or yard without me," Sukuna said, his voice hardening. "And right now, you're really pissing me off."

You huffed, crossing your arms, and your chest pushed upwards with the deep breath of frustration.

"Well, I'm in the yard, and now you're supervising," you snapped, crossing your arms over your chest. "So go stand guard somewhere else and be quiet while I get some fresh air. God...damn...asshole," you muttered, the frustration evident in every word.

Hearing your response, his voice rose, almost into a snarl.

"You keep fucking disrespecting me," he says, pushing through gritted teeth. He gets up close, face-to-face, looking downward with a deadly look. His grip on your shoulders tightened, sending a sting through.

"Really... am I now? Hmm." You shift uncomfortably from his grasp and decide to return it to his, although with much less strength.

"The problem is when I give you an inch, you take a whole damn mile," he said, annoyed.

His footsteps crushed the gravel as his hulking form towered over you. Initially, you weren't worried, but his stare now held a desire not seen before.

"And what are you going to do about it, tough guy? Can't handle one girl?" you teased, testing the limits.

A smirk tugged at your face as you waited for his answer, the thrill heightening your excitement.

"Don't play that fucking game, sweetheart. Watch your mouth, or you'll regret it." His eyebrow twitched, trying to regain his temper.

"Yeah, I've been warned. You won't do a damn thing. Blah, blah, blah, bitch, bitch, whine, whine. Same shit. Same...bullshit. making threats that aren't going to happen. All you do is run your mouth." you said, exasperated.

He stared at you, then let out a deep, rumbling chuckle. His jaw tightened, and a vein pulsed at his temple. You could see the irritation simmering, knowing it wouldn't take much more to push him over the edge.

You attempted to brush past him, still wanting your moment to relax.

He held firm, preventing your small movement by catching and holding your wrist before you walked even a single step.

"And where do you think you are going?" His voice sounds harsh, with no compassion.

"Away from you," you snapped. "Let me go." You struggled, twisting and pulling.

Sukuna was silent, pulling you towards him. He lifted you effortlessly, carrying you toward the pool.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" You squirmed in his hold as he stepped closer to the edge, dangling you above the water. "Are you crazy!?"

Without a word, he threw you into the pool. You landed with a splash, flailing to the side and swimming quickly to the wall. Your eyes shot daggers at him.

"You stupid motherfucker, what's wrong with you?" you yelled. As you reached the wall, he crouched down, murderous intent mixed with anger and desire in his eyes.

"WHAT DID I FUCKING TELL YOU?" His voice boomed like thunder, sending a shiver down your spine.

He sighed deeply, trying to control his rage. "That fucking mouth," he growled, his tone dangerously low.

The stress of these emotions showed in his change of character; he shoved his hands deep in his pockets, shaking his head and closing his eyes, trying to control himself.

"Shut up," you spat, as you gripped the side of the pool.

His facial expression became agitated.

A part of him regrets the action and wishes he didn't do it, but it was becoming too much with the frustration boiling. Being pent-up with a mix of sexual urges, that's not as easy to manage; his head was in a fog.

Your mouth opened to respond and was quickly interrupted.

"One of these days you're going to fucking get it. When I say shit, take it and don't open that damn mouth of yours. Understand, Sweetheart?" His raised eyebrow and tone were almost threatening.

His dominant and commanding demeanor, the deep rumbling growls of his voice and his constant criticisms; you found all of these qualities and his attempts at putting you in your place somewhat sexy. His methods of asserting his dominance and getting under your skin were amusing at most, and they often riled up a different appetite. But in your anger and the irritation in your blood, you were far from feeling that kind of passion.

"And one day, you'll learn I don't scare easily," you shot back, holding his gaze. The tension was electric. "Don't talk to me like I'm helpless or some incompetent idiot. You're just a hired dog, and I'm still above you. So quit disrespecting me." You waded to the stairs, giving him a look that was both threatening and intriguing.

"Is that right?" a dark and lustful chuckle and then he turns, facing your smaller frame. "You don't want to cross that line again, but sure. Make all the damn threats you want." The air becomes thick. A laugh is still present.

Shivering slightly, your hands were wrapped tightly around your stomach, huffing in annoyance. You didn't expect that. Being thrown into the deep end, his tall and built form is intimidating and definitely strong.

"I'm going to kiLLLLl yOu!" You shouted, standing in the shallow end. "I swear! You have no clue; what the fuck have you started?" you shrieked.

"Uh, huh, right. Have fun with that." Sukuna rolled his eyes with disinterest and lit another cigarette, looking outwards to the rest of the yard, blowing a long cloud of smoke in his satisfaction and chuckling lightly with amusement.

"FUCKIN IDIOT." The grumbling and angry yelling was growing louder as you stepped out of the pool, he turned back and watched.
His laughter rang, his arms crossed, his large muscular body leaning back against the wall of the house.

You climbed out of the water, your soaked dress turning semi-transparent, revealing the lace of your panties. Sukuna's lingering gaze traced your body, sending a shiver down your spine despite your anger.

To him, it was like a dream. Your wet clothes clung to every curve, and he couldn't help but appreciate every feature, his lip curling upwards.

You pulled at the sides of your wet clothing, squeezing any excess water, causing a squeaking sound. The frown never moved, and anger still stayed clear on your face.

"Learn some manners and drop the tough act," he said, watching your expression darken.

Looking over at his reaction. Your gaze catches his, and you feel his eyes move along and glance at every curve and the details. A sly smile crossed his face for a quick second.

The dripping wet attire looked absolutely amazing on you, and it felt like time slowed to Sukuna anyway. It took everything not to drool over you.

Your glared at him and despite your angry the fluttering feeling inside your belly returns, remembering his handsome facial features and that his smile is quite nice. The one thing that wasn't was his attitude and rudeness.

'No, no, no,' you thought. He's like the typical bad boy who breaks the law to prove a point, even if you haven't seen all of him to know the whole truth yet.

But, it was so hard not to stare; he was extremely handsome. His tan skin and pink, spiky hair. Big muscles with tattoos traveling everywhere; he's the picture-perfect image of the sexy bad boy. He has such an alluring physique; it drew you in, making you want a bite. His strong aura, cocky and demanding attitude, and confident behavior, oh. How it all came together like a tasty snack.

Your cheeks burned as you realized his gaze hadn't wavered, clearly enjoying the sight.

"Enjoying yourself?" you sneered, stepping closer. You caught his eyes drifting down your body and forced them back up with a glare.

"Yeah, you're wet for me, right?" He let out an evil cackle. You hadn't forgotten how annoying and rude he is, but the blush stayed.

"Fuck you," you retorted, voice shaking with rage. "If I didn't have some decency, I'd kick you right in the dick. You're the one who needs to learn some manners and respect."

The cackling turned into laughter.

"Just get inside. Your annoying ass has had enough fresh air," he chuckled.

"Shut up and learn how to treat a lady." The anger is evident.

"Sorry, my bad, princess. Lady first," his sarcastic and mocking tone came back out. His hands reach for the door, and he slides open the door, motioning for you to enter first, allowing himself to get a good view of you from behind.

"After you," he grinned with an underlying tone of maliciousness. You keep your eyes locked with his, and, while he holds the door open for you, a very subtle movement of his head gesturing you inside. The sparkle in his eyes still clearly taunts as they watched you pass.

You sighed, passing him to enter the house. He stomped on the cigarette bud and shut the glass door, his gaze turning back to you.

Huffing angrily as you walked, not expecting the interaction or anything after being tossed so roughly into the cool pool water. Walking into the kitchen, not knowing that his eyes were on the swaying movement of your hips, his crimson eyes watching your every move.

Your head turned and you hugged your body tightly. His eyes traced every curve, leaving goosebumps and a feeling of vulnerability knowing he was ogling you.

His lips parted slightly, an almost wolfish grin formed, and there was a sparkle in his crimson eyes. He couldn't help but enjoy the sight and look of everything you were and have; every little piece of you was amazing, and your attitude just made things better and more fun.

You quickly pull it down, hoping nothing shows, but the black outline on your backside remains visible. A hint of pink tinged his cheeks as he found it extremely sexy.

Realizing where his gaze had roamed, his head turned away, his hands finding their way back into his pockets, but not missing the sway of the hips; your body had looked so nice and curvy, wanting to hold it against his.

It was driving him to the edge, and he didn't notice, with you in front, your figure, and his eyes keeping focus on everything he's being shown. He realized how badly he wanted you.

"Hey," he growls deeply, wanting more of an interaction. He wanted to see more of your beauty, as well as a reaction to every move you make. "Stop." His voice echoed.

You stop walking and look at him, growing more impatient and wanting this day to end, along with the terrible attitude the two of you had created.

His red eyes glimmered, showing a hungry expression, which made the fire in his veins roar.

"You're fucking annoying, you know," you muttered under your breath.

"Damn it." His breathy tone can be heard as your fingers wrap around the edge of the dress and tug. His face is focused. The blush darkened on his cheeks, and his eyes dilated. Becoming lost in his own fantasy world.

"What did you say?" you growled, turning to face him. "Because all I was thinking of was drowning your stupid ass!"

"Tch," he muttered, and his grin only became wider, stretching to his ears as he walked closer. The blush grows. His head is tilted to the side, and as he stares at you, it is almost like a light shining behind you, as if you were an angel. His eyes follow your every movement, his expression turning blank as he watches intently.

"Is there a fucking problem? ..DUMBASS." Your face grew redder, blood pumping, adrenaline running high, and your attitude worsening.

The growl came back again, more angry this time. The animalistic sounds grew more noticeable as he stepped closer. The annoyed groans grew deeper.

"Shut. Up." His gaze had only the same reaction; he was the one staring, seeing you as nothing other than the perfect girl. His hand moves to the back of his neck. "It was nothing," Sukuna sighed. His hand finds its way to the back of his neck.

"Tsk." Rolling your eyes, you continue walking slowly as he stands there, watching your movement happen from behind.

You kept your head forward, focused on going upstairs, ignoring his gaze. As you walked towards the stairway, Sukuna smirked at your slight stumble. He leaned against the wall, watching until you were out of sight. He sighed, running his fingers through his hair, trying to release some tension."

What the fuck am I going to do...he wonders, his chest aching, unable to understand how you make him feel like this.
-

Creeping forward and thinking of ideas to pay him back, you decide it's time for some payback for the bullying. A smile and a blush fall over your features as you head straight into the shower, locking the door behind you and sliding down against it.

Letting your head fall back against the solid surface, you release a shaky breath. The way his reaction made you flush sent tingles all through your body. His gaze felt predatory, and the way his eyes raked over you, moving slowly, made you shudder and gave you goosebumps.

"Don't let it mess with your head," you remind yourself. "Attraction doesn't mean falling for him. Focus on revenge." Even the way he teases makes it impossible not to get aroused. His gaze draws you in, making the butterflies build inside you.

You push the thoughts away and take a cold shower, cleansing the filthy thoughts from your brain.

"Just get your revenge, teach him a lesson," you think, a determined look crossing your face. "This is about retribution and payback; nothing more."

However, a small part of you wonders if you could use his attraction against him. Noticing the blush on his cheeks and the way he looks at you, he seems flustered and almost bashful.

"Bashful, him?" you scoff with a smile. There's no way he'd fall for seduction and teasing, but the thought alone sends an electric shiver through your body.

"No, no, no," you remind yourself. "Just get your revenge, teach him a lesson, and let that be the end. Nothing more."

Yet, the idea of using your womanly ways to torment him, gaining a sense of superiority, seems like it might work. Though it was cheap and dirty, something you would usually never do.He might react, push you back, or finally crack, submitting or losing his control.

"Alright, seduction then," you think, considering the possibilities. The thought alone makes an electric shiver run through your body and down to your core. "No emotions, no attachments," you remind yourself. "But it doesn't mean you can't enjoy it. He's kinda hot, after all."

"He's going to wish he never made this easy for me," you think, chuckling darkly. "Well, this type of revenge sounds like fun. Very, very fun," you giggle, a flush crossing your cheeks. "I am such a terrible person."

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The next morning, you woke up and took your time getting ready, determined to look as captivating as possible. You stood before the mirror, a smirk playing on your lips as you admired your reflection. Slipping into a dark lace bra and matching panties, you layered on a burgundy silk nightgown that stopped just after your panties, accentuating every curve. Satisfied, you smoothed the nightgown over your hips, took a deep breath, and headed downstairs.

As you entered the living room, the sound of the television reached your ears. Sukuna's large frame sprawled across the entire couch, his arms stretched lazily above his head, legs extended, with a tablet on his lap. A cigarette hung from his mouth as he watched the screen, his eyes flickering between the TV and the tablet.

Your soft footsteps caught his attention as you sauntered into the kitchen, a devilish smirk curling your lips. You added a deliberate bounce to your step, ensuring your breasts moved in the silk top, every motion highlighting your figure.

"Well, look at you, all dolled up," he drawled, sarcasm thick in his tone as he glanced over the back of the leather couch. "Not that I'm complaining about the view." His chuckle was enough to make you suppress a blush, but you kept your composure.

You didn't respond with words, but instead, turned to face him, flashing a bright smile as you made eye contact, catching the seductive glint in his eyes.

"Trying to seduce me, sweetheart?" His gaze raked over you with dangerous intent.

"Who, me? Never," you replied, shaking your head with a playful smirk, though your heart raced in your chest. The playful banter was a risky game, one you were both well aware of.

He chuckled again, amusement dancing in his eyes.

"Sure, keep telling yourself that, baby doll," he teased, his smirk widening.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes and turning away, irritation simmering beneath the surface.

"Please," you muttered, focusing on the coffee machine. "The only thing getting seduced here is the coffee maker. Get over yourself."

You poured yourself a cup of fresh, hot coffee, trying to ignore the way his gaze seemed to trail after you, following every movement. His presence was palpable, a weight you could feel even with your back turned.

He rose from the couch with a stretch, his broad frame moving with ease as he strolled toward you. The sight of him—shirtless, gray joggers hung low—made your breath catch. His tattooed, muscular chest was exposed, each line and curve of ink accentuating his powerful build. The cup trembled slightly in your hand, and you quickly looked down, forcing yourself not to stare. The coffee's warmth did little to soothe the sudden heat rising within you.

Control. You needed to maintain control.

His eyes roamed over your body, lingering on your cleavage. His lips twitched as he noticed your reaction, his gaze flicking downward.

"Aw, sweetheart, you seem all worked up. Is it the heat, or something else?" His voice was low, flirty, suggestive.

You raised the cup to your lips, hoping the steam would mask the flush creeping up your neck.

You exhaled sharply, Sukuna's deep chuckle reverberating through the room, sending a shiver down your spine.

"The attitude is still there, I see," he observed, his lips curling into that infuriating smirk. He was too sexy for his own good. "Hmm... interesting. Let's try something else. Come sit on my lap. I don't bite... unless you're into that." He winked, leaning casually on the counter, his eyes daring you to respond.

"Aren't you here to work and protect me, not be an annoying dick?" you snapped, rolling your eyes and refusing to meet his gaze. "So, do your job." Your heartbeat thundered in your ears.

He stepped closer, bending slightly so his face was level with yours. His intense gaze held you captive, making you feel trapped. There was something in his eyes, something that made you falter. For a brief moment, you wondered if he could see through the tough exterior you'd carefully constructed, right down to the insecurities you worked so hard to hide. You quickly looked away, cursing yourself for letting your guard slip, even for an instant.

"I'm doing my job and enjoying it. You know you're asking for this," he said, his tone a mix of accusation and amusement.

"You're relentless, aren't you?" You tried for nonchalance, but your fingers gripped the coffee cup a little too tight. The feeling of being thrown off balance was unnerving, and this was not how you'd planned it.

"Mhm... maybe, but so are you," he hummed in response, his eyebrows rising questioningly. "A lot of attitude and talk with not a lot to back it up. But I'll play nice." He crossed his arms across his muscular chest, the movement making his pecs tighten, framing his torso.

"Whatever. But seriously, can you put a shirt on?" You tried to sound annoyed, but your gaze flickered down, noticing the large imprint in his joggers. Quickly glancing up again, you tried to avoid looking down at all costs, though your mind wandered to thoughts you knew you shouldn't be having.

You sighed, pushing a piece of hair away, your hands trembling slightly. When your eyes met his again, a shiver ran down your spine. You bit your lower lip until his eyes caught the movement. You quickly released it, but the heat in your cheeks betrayed you.

"Why should I listen to you?" Sukuna stepped forward, glancing down at himself with a knowing smirk.

He chuckled, biting his inner cheek as his smirk grew wider.

"Is the problem that I don't have a shirt on, or... this?" Sukuna gestured to his crotch. He lifted a single eyebrow, feigning innocence.

You clicked your tongue in annoyance, biting back a sharp retort as you forced your expression to remain neutral.

He decided to press further, grabbing himself and giving a small squeeze. Your eyes widened, and you nearly dropped the cup. A flush spread across your cheeks as your body responded to the sight.

Your mouth fell open slightly, unsure of what to say. Why was this going so badly?

He stepped closer, and you wondered if you'd made a mistake—if this game had gone too far. It certainly seemed like he was reveling in the way he was affecting you.

Each step he took chipped away at your resolve, making you feel smaller under the weight of his gaze. Vulnerability crept in, and you hated it.

He ran a hand through his spiked hair. "Is this turning you on?" he asked, his arrogant tone matching his wide grin.

His words hit hard, but you forced a smirk. "You wish," you shot back as you lifted the steaming coffee to your nose, hoping the motion would hide your trembling hands.

His teasing stirred something deep within you—something you wished you could ignore. One moment, you wanted to slap that smug look off his face; the next, you were imagining what it would feel like if he closed the distance. It was maddening how alive he made you feel, despite the loneliness that gnawed at you.

Your heart pounded as you imagined how sex with him could play out—the power, the control. It would be a dream.

You pinched the bridge of your nose, trying to block out the thoughts. This is not good.

"Hey, did you hear what I asked?" His gruff voice broke through your thoughts, irritation clear on his face.

"Ah, yes... I'm sorry, just..." A sigh followed, the words trailing off as you tried to mask the sexual frustration. "It's nothing." The flush on your face deepened to a warm pink.

You waved him away, signaling him not to get any closer. He acknowledged the hand movement but didn't stop, continuing to enter your space.

Instinctively, you crossed your legs, trying to calm the ache building within you. Sukuna noticed—of course, he did. "Yes. Keep proving my point, baby girl," he taunted, his eyes crinkling at the corners as a slow, sadistic smirk played on his lips. The more you squirmed, the more he seemed to enjoy it. He was eager to flip the situation, to see you desperate, submissive, and needy, longing for his touch.

"Imagine the possibilities," he murmured, tugging his joggers lower. "If I wasn't on duty, we could do anything. I'm open to whatever." His voice purred with mischief. "I could make it fun. Do some kinky, depraved, pleasurable things to your delicious, curvy little body." His red irises moved back up to meet yours as he spoke. His smirk widened. His eyes glanced down at your breasts, lingering on the smooth cleavage poking out of the nightgown. He knew exactly what he was doing, planting ideas and words in your mind. "Would you like that, babydoll? We could try a few things, and I could put that mouth of yours to good use," he added, his deep voice sending more arousal coursing through you.

You inhaled deeply, trying to ground yourself even as your blush deepened under the weight of his words. The dirty talk was relentless, chipping away at your defenses, but you were determined to maintain control.

"We? There's no 'we.' Just 'me,'" you shot back, your voice firm despite the rapid pulse thrumming in your chest. With a deliberate thud, you set your cup down on the counter. Then, without hesitation, you strode toward Sukuna and jabbed a finger into his chest. "I'm not weak enough to fall for that." The words left your lips with more force than you intended. The electric tension between you was undeniable, and for a brief moment, you wondered if you were trying to convince yourself as much as him.

He grunted, the heat between you intensifying. His crimson irises glowed brighter as he stared into yours. You were tempting him—perhaps more than you realized.

He stood his ground but took a step back, leaning on the counter with a casual, confident ease. His broad shoulders relaxed, his posture open, but his gaze remained locked on you, unblinking. The grin on his face didn't fade; if anything, it widened, pleased that his words had such an effect.

Sukuna didn't budge, his cold stare unwavering as he allowed you to come closer. He tilted his head slightly, his pink hair following the movement, some strands falling loosely as he studied you. The way he looked at you—serious, yet playful—made it clear he was waiting, watching your every move.

He sighed, leaning in just enough for his joggers to dip even lower. With a cocked eyebrow, his gaze locked onto you, confidence oozing from every movement. But beneath his assured exterior, you sensed a crack—a vulnerability you intended to exploit.

As he leaned closer, his smirk widened, his arrogance palpable. Your breath hitched, heart betraying you as it raced. He was testing your limits, chipping away at the walls you'd built so carefully. And you'd be damned if you were going to let him have any more control over you. Without giving yourself time to second-guess, you closed the distance with deliberate steps, refusing to let him have the upper hand.

Sukuna's eyes widened ever so slightly, the confident smirk faltering as you invaded his space. You could see the surprise flash across his features—he hadn't expected you to be so bold. You reveled in that moment of uncertainty, feeling a surge of power as you caught him off guard.

Your hand shot up, grabbing the back of his neck, pulling him down toward you. His breath hitched, his body tensing as he realized what you were about to do. Before he could react, you pressed your lips against his in a swift, decisive kiss.

For a split second, you both froze—his shock mirrored by your own. Had you really just done that?

Sukuna stilled, his breath catching, the kiss unexpected. It was over before he could react, a fleeting moment that lingered in the silence between you. His usual arrogance was nowhere to be found as he stood there, momentarily stunned by your boldness.

Then, just as quickly as it began, you pulled back, breaking the kiss. His eyes were wide, his usual composure shattered, if only for a moment. You could see the confusion and intrigue battling for dominance in his expression.

"You're such an asshole," you whispered, your voice quivering slightly but still defiant. A flush spread across your cheeks, but you didn't back down. "And you should definitely take care of that, by the way, so have fun jerkin' it."

You stepped back, heart pounding, adrenaline coursing through your veins. Sukuna was still processing what had just happened, his mind clearly reeling from the unexpected kiss.

As you turned on your heel and walked away, a triumphant smile curled your lips. You'd caught him off guard, thrown him off balance, and it felt exhilarating. But as the adrenaline faded, a flicker of doubt crept in. Had you just crossed a line you couldn't uncross?

You could feel his gaze burning into your back as you ascended the stairs, leaving him behind in stunned silence.

He stood there, dumbfounded, the taste of coffee lingering on his lips. Speechless, he watched you walk away.

Your grin wouldn't stop growing; the feeling was intoxicating, making you giddy inside.

After what seemed to last for an eternity, his deep, hoarse tone finally broke the silence, "What the fuck was that?" Sukuna's voice faltered slightly, his usual confidence slipping as he looked at you with genuine surprise.

You paused at the top of the stairs, turning to meet his gaze, your eyebrow arching. You tried to mask any emotions that might give you away, maintaining a look of cool indifference as you stared deeply into his eyes. His arms were crossed, and he waited patiently for your response.

"You didn't want that?" you smirked, reveling in the way his expression wavered.

Seeing him stunned and speechless filled you with pride, and for the first time in a while, you felt like you were winning this game.

"Don't play dumb. You know exactly what I mean," Sukuna replied, his voice tinged with frustration.

With that, you turned on your heel, your feet taking you away, back up the staircase. Just before reaching your room, you glanced back over your shoulder, catching a glimpse of his face.

A smug grin appeared on your lips. "Something for you to think about tonight. Now, can you at least pull your damn pants up?" you teased, snickering as you continued up the stairs. The creaking of each step grew softer as you walked away, heading back to your room. You shut the door behind you with a finality that blocked anything—and anyone—from entry.

Downstairs, Sukuna leaned back against the couch, his gaze following you until you disappeared from view. A frown tugged at his lips as he processed what had just happened.

"Fuckin'... bitch," Sukuna muttered quietly, though his usual anger was replaced by something more puzzling. His smirk returned, slower this time, a mix of curiosity and something darker lingering in his eyes. He didn't think you had it in you.

A satisfied smile tugged at your lips as you turned away, leaving him speechless in your wake.

"Well, damn..." Sukuna whispered to himself, his voice unusually soft. "Did I... just meet my match?" Your kiss left him flustered. His fingers brushed over his lips, still feeling the pressure of yours against them. He wasn't used to being caught off guard, especially not by you. But that kiss—it had rattled him. Not because of the act itself, but because of how it made him feel.

You were different, he thought, frustration bubbling beneath the surface as the memory of your kiss lingered. Control had always been his, but now, that kiss gnawed at him, demanding his attention. His smirk faded slightly as he processed the shift, the corners of his mouth curving into a slow, thoughtful grin. You had surprised him—and that wasn't something that happened often.

He sighed, his thoughts slipping into a heated haze as he envisioned the moment he'd finally have you—taking you, driving into you, feeling how perfectly you fit around him. Every inch of you was a temptation, a perfect blend of softness and heat that made his pulse race with the need to possess you fully. In his mind, he could see it so vividly—your body moving with his, the way your ass would bounce with each thrust, the way your breasts would respond to his touch. The thought of you beneath him, taking everything he had to give, hearing you moan his name as he pushed you to the edge again and again—it was intoxicating.

He'd had countless women, but none clung to his thoughts like you. You weren't just a challenge; you refused to fade like the rest. Even now, as he leaned back on the couch, the memory of your defiance stirred something deep within him, something he wasn't used to feeling.

What was it about you that threw him off balance? He prided himself on control, yet you seemed to unravel him in ways he hadn't anticipated. And why did that thought make him uneasy? He wasn't supposed to care—this was supposed to be just another job.

But you kept him guessing, and he hated surprises. But damn if it didn't make him want you even more.

He tried to shake off the thoughts, reminding himself that this was just another job, another client. But no matter how hard he tried to push you away, your presence clung to him.

The thought of having you stirred something within him, making him grow hard. You were becoming more than just a fantasy. He could feel his control slipping, and he hated it, making him feel like a teenager again; the lust for you was undeniable.

He allowed his face to relax as he settled back into the couch, a contented sigh escaping his lips. His eyes fluttered shut as he leaned his head against the backrest, letting his body sink into the comfort. As his breathing slowed, the thoughts that had been gnawing at him began to shift, transforming into something closer to satisfaction, something he could almost enjoy as he let his mind wander.

It was a pleasant sensation; his body relaxed fully as the sexual frustration in his groin area slowly dwindled. But as much as he craved release, he decided that today would not be the day for payback. No, he thought, I'll wait. I'll build it up. He pressed his hand down to ease the throbbing, resisting the urge to indulge.

It was close, but this interaction wasn't enough to get him to crack—at least not yet.

But soon, he thought, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. Soon, he would have you begging for it.

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The next few days, Sukuna watched you, noticing his stress and headaches—were more...persistent.

He couldn't fathom how a single kiss from you had shut him down so completely, leaving him reeling and craving more.

You lingered in his thoughts, a presence he couldn't shake. He was torn between the thrill of a connection with you and the fear of its implications. How could someone like you not be in a relationship?

From your seduction skills to making him want to beg and pleasure you at the first touch and kiss, you had quite an influence over him. It made it hard not to want to get to know you on a personal level.

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Over the next three days, you mostly stayed in your room. Occasionally, when Sukuna let his guard down you'd emerge, and despite his efforts his eyes always betrayed him and would be drawn right back to you.

Small details—your scent as you walked by, your smirk, and your sashaying hips—stayed with him during quiet moments, driving him madder each day. Your pouty lips and tempting curves made him ache to reach out and touch you.

That kiss lingered like a ghost, unsettling him in ways he couldn't fully grasp. You had left him breathless, craving more, and it disturbed him how much he liked it.

"She really is going to be the fucking death of me," he muttered under his breath, the words laced with a mixture of frustration and something dangerously close to longing.

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As more days slipped by, one evening found you on the phone with your campaign team, briefing you on the tasks that needed your immediate attention. Cooped up here, you felt your influence waning. You could only advise from a distance, unable to be in front of the camera or attend meetings. Thankfully, your popularity in the polls remained steady, and things seemed to come together.

You paced around the kitchen on the phone with your campaign manager.

"Ahh, alrighty then." you pause for a second. "So that gives us at least five more weeks?" You pause again, biting your nail. "I will try my hardest, please know, that my life is on the line and I'll try not to become a victim..for our work and I know people are counting on me. You have nothing to worry about. I always put 120% into any and everything I do," you told her.

Your nerves were clearly showing as you listened to her talk.

"Yeah, I'm safe here. Thanks for everything. Hope to see you soon. Bye." You finally concluded, hanging up the phone. Rubbing your temples, you squeezed your eyes shut, overwhelmed by the stress. You didn't hear Sukuna approach.

Taking a heavy, deep breath, you leaned against the island counter, your hands covering your face. A snicker from your left made you turn your head, only to see Sukuna standing there with the tablet.

"Someone looks really fucking stressed," he said with a smirk.

You shook your head, frowning. "Wouldn't you be stressed if your whole career was on the line? With everything going on, I'm surprised I haven't lost my damn mind."

"Honestly, this whole situation is insane... and you, you're no help!" You complained with a sarcastic smirk, trying to keep things light despite the tension.

Sukuna walked around to the other side of the counter and placed the tablet down. He raised a curious eyebrow, noticing the sudden change in your temperament and energy.

"I never imagined I'd have a target on my back," you sighed. "One minute I was happy, and the next, my life is being threatened." You forced a laugh, but it came out shaky. "Now, you have to protect me, and I miss my old life. My campaign can't survive if I can't be out there, making speeches and doing photo ops." You collapsed into a chair, feeling helpless.

"I'd feel a lot safer if they caught the assailant," you murmured quietly.

The lack of developments was discouraging. Despite your hopes, you doubted they'd find the culprit soon.

Sukuna stood at the counter, arms crossed, his curiosity piqued as he listened intently. The tremor in your voice betrayed your composure and exposed your unease.

His arms remained tight, his lips pressed firmly together.

A slight anger simmered in his veins; he was aggravated knowing how powerless he was and couldn't help in the effort of capturing the culprit, as he actually felt bad for you, but a large part of him enjoyed keeping an eye on you. You were truly an intriguing person. He never once took his gaze away from you, his crimson eyes fixated as he listened.

"But I'm sorta glad to have the company and, yeah, it's really not that bad," your hands folded in your lap, giving a sincere look to him. Your fingers fiddled. "I know it's a lot. Sorry. I know you hate me." you awkwardly chuckled. "But, I appreciate your help, seriously." you looked at him. Your body relaxing a little. "I don't mean to vent."

"I've dealt with worse," he gave a monotonous response. "And, hate is a strong word." he paused for a few seconds, then looked directly into your eyes. "But, I don't...you're just annoying..like all the damn time." The smirk becomes wider and a mischievous look appeared in his eyes. He found some amusement and enjoyment from that, finding it fun to rile you up while being serious. He has never felt bad for anyone before and now things were changing a bit, and it confused him.

Despite his words, he really didn't want you upset.

Your eyebrows raised in surprise as he tilted his head, and examined you closely.

Unable to hide it, a cute giggle slipped out. You placed your hand over your mouth to contain it.

He feels this funny twinge inside at seeing you giggle like this, hearing it and seeing how genuine and sweet the smile is, all because of his words. He had managed to bring a real, joyous smile to your face. His heart fluttered, beating faster, a feeling of pride swelling in his chest.

You knew this was the closest you'd ever get to a compliment from him.

You gave a fake glare and laughed lightly, shaking your head. "Really, just annoying? That's all?" The smile continues and stays. You felt warmth creep up your cheeks, a traitorous blush betraying your composure. Why did he make you feel so flustered? You were supposed to be angry, not... whatever this was. But the way he looked at you, with that mixture of annoyance and something else, made it hard to hold onto your irritation. But the mood seemed to change a little. It felt better, more at ease. It felt...genuine.

The way he spoke and looked directly into your eyes shifted the tension between you two. It made it difficult to ignore the growing sexual attraction. You tried to focus on something else—anything else—but the fluttery feelings in your stomach.

You had the desire, longing for the romantic interactions and just trying to keep a clear head. You tried to remind yourself of all the reasons you should be angry, but they felt distant. And, it is almost hard not to look.

Sukuna shrugs his shoulders and has his posture straighten up, uncrossing his arms. "I mean you're pretty smart for a woman and I say your doing a decent good job given the position your in, but your still pretty damn frustrating, and get on my damn nerves a lot, making my blood pressure rise and head hurt, but yet, I can't seem to hate you..probably some type of Stockholm syndrome or some shit," He commented with a genuine tone and laugh.

"For a woman, really?" you scoffed. "I should tell you off for that, but I'll let it slide. I can assure you, we have the same brainpower. But you... you and all your testosterone and ego just make things... complicated." You shook your head, your voice tinged with irritation, but the smile on your face remained.

He let out a huff, his gaze lingering on your lips as you spoke, being enamored. He loved when the attitude came out.

"If you can't hate me," you teased, "maybe you like me more than you think." The words were light, but the look you gave him was anything but. "Or maybe we both have Stockholm syndrome, as you called it." You smiled, feeling your cheeks warm again. "Which is definitely the wrong term, by the way. Or maybe you just don't have the guts to tell me how you really feel..." You chuckled nervously.

Sukuna rolled his eyes, letting out a short snort as he turned toward the small cabinet, opening it to look for a drink. The tension and awkwardness between you both were growing, and the heat in the kitchen rose by the second.

"As if," he muttered.

He closed the cabinet and placed down two glasses. Your head slowly rose as you glanced up to meet his gaze. His pupils were dilated, intensely focused on you. You let out a heavy sigh.

"Well, good, because I still don't like you one bit," you said, as butterflies in your stomach and the heat filling your chest made it hard to believe your own words.

"Aww, but princess," he said sarcastically, his voice dripping with false sweetness, a snarky grin forming. It was clearly a jab, pushing your buttons just as you had hoped, trying to ease the tension, if only for a moment.

"But... what, Daddy?" you purred, letting the word hang in the air, daring him to react as your eyelashes fluttered, knowing you were stirring the pot.

His hand froze mid-air, the bottle of amber liquor hovering as he sucked in a sharp breath, staring straight ahead.

"Watch that smart mouth of yours," Sukuna growled, the tension still thick in his voice. He hadn't expected a blow like that. The way you said 'Daddy' had sounded far sexier than intended.

His expression faltered as the word left your lips, a smirk briefly crossing his face. He liked it—perhaps too much— you liked his reaction far too much to stop there.

You laughed, watching his lips turn into an agitated frown, a strained look crossing his features. He seemed pained, showing a slight bit of restraint.

A flush crept up his neck, his stoic demeanor cracking for just a moment.

"Ohh, is someone flustered? You gonna turn bright red for me? Is that what you like to be called, 'Daddy'?" You emphasized the word again, pushing the boundaries just a little further. "How sweet, something is finally getting you riled up and flustered." You couldn't help but add a sassy tone, enjoying how fun it was to keep poking at him.

The hum and little laugh he let out showed that he was restraining himself, doing everything in his power not to smile.

"Again," he stated, his voice more serious this time, "your mouth seems to keep fucking running. I told you once before, and it's best you remember: you're getting closer to crossing that fine line." His glare was harsh, his tone threatening. "So behave."

"Oou, I love it when you talk tough," you teased, your voice dropping to a low purr. "But you know that won't stop me... it only makes me want to push harder."

His eyes stayed locked on you, not missing the flirtatious tone you tried to hide. You stood your ground, the laughter continuing as your sarcasm became even more present.

A dry laugh escaped him, masking the turmoil beneath his cool exterior as he poured the drinks. The blush on his face was still evident, and he gave you a dangerous grin, his expression shifting to one of annoyance and surprise.

"Pretty little cocky bitch," he muttered under his breath, his voice low and gruff. His eyes met yours again. "If you were a good little girl and did exactly what Daddy said, everything would be just fine, I might even reward you." His tone was sinister, and it was hard to tell if he was joking.

The shift in his tone made your heart stutter, nearly making you blush. A silent understanding passing between you, realizing this conversation was getting very heated and sexual.

"Whatever. Just making conversation and passing the time," you said, your gaze briefly flashing down to the counter. "Besides," you grinned, looking back at him, "I would listen, just not for long," you continued, knowing you'd pushed things far enough, but refused to back away from the edge. Your eyelashes lowered, a more submissive look flashing briefly in your eyes. But your sarcasm and playful teasing could never disappear.

He sighed, the more he watched you, the more his attraction grew. What started as hate was turning into admiration and lust and he hope nothing more. The teasing game was becoming more real, and he struggled to hide his feelings for someone who drove him absolutely crazy.

After pouring the two drinks, he set the bottle aside, picked up both glasses, and walked over to you.

Your hands reached outwards.

"But thank you," the genuine look of thankfulness was clear.

"Yeah, no problem." He stood close, handing over the cup as your fingers touched his. You both made brief eye contact before he quickly pulled his hand back. He felt a spark, almost like a current running through his veins.

"Excuse me, let me wash my hands first. So gross," you joked.

Sukuna snickered, shaking his head. He took the seat directly across from you, his lips parting as if to say something, but he stopped and took a drink instead.

"Huh... Are you actually sitting next to me?" your voice faked the tone of surprised, chuckling a little. Your leg brushed his, sending a jolt through you. Your body tensed, butterflies swirling in your chest. It felt so weird, your eyes locking onto the cup, as you held the drink in your hand.

He kept staring at you, mentally cataloging every detail of your beauty.

"Whiskey, straight up?" You held the beverage up, asking with a slightly playful undertone.

He nodded as the liquid flowed down, burning his throat. His muscular arm resting on the countertop caught your eye.

You took a sip, grimacing as the whiskey burned down your throat.

He chuckled, watching you struggle, a slight smile creeping on his lips.

"Uhh, aw hell no... this tastes terrible, honestly." You placed it down, licking your lips, making Sukuna's face flush slightly as his eyes moved to watch you.

"Too strong?" he laughed, leaning back, showing confidence. "It's the good stuff," he commented.

"Well, that makes sense," you hissed. "Yeah, it's definitely not good and way too strong!" A disgusted look crossed your face as you attempted to get the liquid off your tongue. His large frame shook with laughter. Your heart skipped a beat hearing him laugh. It made your heart soft. You couldn't help but giggle again.

"Alright, yeah, whatever. Guess we can't all like drinking gasoline," you mocked, sticking out your tongue. You could taste the harsh, almost pungent flavor, burning as it trickled down and settled in the pit of your stomach.

"Real man drink that why," he said, looking you over as he took another gulp, licking the bottom of his top lip where the liquor had collected. He raised a single eyebrow.

"Right...What else do you have in that cabinet? Better not be just this nasty-tasting whiskey, ugh," you crinkled your nose. "Some kind of mixed drink sounds nice. I gotta get this disgusting taste out." You walked over to rummage through the small cabinet. "Wow... interesting collection here," your eyes brightened as you found an acceptable variety.

His body shifted, leaning sideways on the chair, with the arm closest to the counter folded across his lap. You turned your head slightly, noticing how relaxed he appeared. The man watched you, his smile growing bigger as he slowly sipped his drink while continuing to stare. His eyes trailed down toward your round, perky ass. He had a sudden desire grow to squeeze and hold you, and smack your plump ass, making you shudder.

"Oooh, well hello! We have found treasure!" you shouted happily, snapping him back to reality. Your hands reached into the cabinet and pulled out a bottle of coconut rum and vodka. "Now all I need is some pineapple juice and ooh yes, maybe an orange!" you clapped your hands together.

He was grateful for the distraction, anything to get his mind off how sexy you looked in that moment. His arousal was growing, seeing your sexy ass. The way your clothes hugged you so perfectly, made his groin tighten and his pants grow snugger.

"Want some too?" you asked, spinning around with a devilish grin forming on your lips.

"No thanks, sweetheart. I prefer to drink my whiskey. I don't do girly drinks," he smirked.

The laugh that left you was sweet and high-pitched, yet attractive. You quickly began grabbing ingredients. He leaned his head against his hand while watching your body movements as you unintentionally showcased your beautiful hips and ass, the smoothness and full curves. He pressed his free hand down, keeping his rising and growing erection from being noticeable through his sweats.

"Come on, Daddy, you should try it out," you coaxed, sticking out your bottom lip and pouting, as if it would affect him. Using the kinky nickname on purpose, you added, "You might be surprised," your head tilted as you giggled.

His mouth dropped open as you dared to use it again. "Woman, I said 'no,'" he responded in an aggravated and stern manner. "You never give up, do you?" His hand reached out to grab his glass.

"Nope." You flashed him a mischievous smirk before turning your back to him and mixing the coconut rum with the can of pineapples you had found earlier in the pantry.

As you focused on your drink, Sukuna stared down at his cup, tracing the rim with the tip of his finger as his thoughts drifted away. He looked up as you moved closer, holding out the fruity concoction.

"Open up." You smirked holding out the cup. He glanced at the fruity drink with mild disdain.

"No..." His deep baritone voice sounded annoyed.

"But I made it," you pointed out, trying not to giggle as you turned your head to the side and gave him your best puppy eyes. You pouted, stepping closer to him, closing the distance between the two of you. "Please?" you cooed, your hand gently patting his upper biceps, squeezing the solid muscle beneath his shirt. Your touch was warm and soft as your hand moved down to his forearm, feeling the hard veins beneath the skin.

"Just a sip, one teensy, weensy, itty-bitty, tiny sip. Come oooon," you teased, pushing the glass closer to his lips. His face flushed a deep shade of red as you continued to press him.

Sukuna grunted a string of mumbled curses as he shut his eyes tightly. You hadn't really expected him to listen, but when he finally reached for the glass and accepted it, you couldn't help the triumphant grin that spread across your face.

"Just one, and you'll leave me the hell alone," he muttered, his eyebrows narrowing, his whole expression conveying his irritation. He clearly wasn't fond of the situation but was oddly accepting the drink anyway.

"Fine, but you're still no fun," you groaned, playfully rolling your eyes.

Without warning, Sukuna tipped the glass back and downed the entire drink in one go, swallowing the mouthful of liquor without so much as a flinch or hesitation.

"So?" You raised a brow, leaning in closer, wanting to hear his verdict. Your hand settled onto his shoulder as you drew nearer, your body pressing slightly against his. "Worth it?" Your tone was low and seductive, your eyes watching him intently.

"It's alright," he admitted, licking his lips as he handed the cup back to you, his expression still indifferent. "Still prefer whiskey."

"Of course, you would," you teased, smirking as you saw that you were slowly breaking down his walls. "You're such a stubborn man."

"Hmph... And what about you?" He leaned back slightly, crossing his arms over his chest. "You're a sassy, feisty, disrespectful brat."

"Uh-huh..., but I'm cute too," you shot back, batting your eyelashes playfully.

"Funny... more like irritating and annoying," he retorted with a sarcastic chuckle.

"Oh, whatever," you said with a dismissive wave of your hand, though you couldn't stop the smile that tugged at your lips. "Is that about the 'Daddy' thing earlier? Aww, are you disappointed? Wanted to play that type of game, hmm?" Your voice dropped lower, your laughter bubbling up as you playfully taunted him.

"Shut up and sit your pretty ass down,' he ordered sharply, pointing at the stool.

"Fine, be that way, Daddy." You shot back, the grin still playing on your lips before turning to make yourself another drink. Sukuna's hand caught your wrist, his grip firm. For a moment, the air between you sparked with more than just playful banter. His large, strong hand, gripped your small wrist, the roughness of his calloused skin against yours sending a rush of heat straight to your core.

"Well, why do you have my wrist? Are you planning to manhandle me again or what?" you asked with a naughty grin, tilting your head slightly, a devilish glint appearing in his crimson irises.

"Sweetheart, I'm warning you... stop playing with fucking fire," he growled, his voice low and menacing as he released your wrist.

"Haha, I'm not worried. You know you like me and won't do a thing." You couldn't resist pushing and poking at him further, knowing full well that you had the upper hand. You took a few steps back, distancing yourself from him before twirling around with another giggle as you proceeded to make your drink.

You heard him release a slow exhale, followed by a groan as he finished off his drink. His gaze turned to you, his dark crimson eyes locking onto yours. Sukuna opened his mouth as if to say something, but no words came out. You could see the odd look in his eyes, wondering if it was the effect of the drink or something deeper that made his face soften and his pupils dilate.

It was interesting to watch the subtle changes in his expression. His face remained neutral, but you caught the faintest pink tinge on his cheeks and ears. Maybe the drink was affecting him more than he let on.

This was probably the first time you'd seen Sukuna so calm and relaxed. It seemed like he needed to let loose every so often.

He furrowed his brows, a tension settling in his features that hadn't been there before as leaned back against the chair, "Damn woman, the fuck are you doing to me?" he whispered, his voice was softer, almost as if he were talking to himself rather than to you. He shook his head, the movement slow and deliberate, as if trying to shake off something deeper. His hand went to his temple, massaging it in frustration before he slammed down the glass with a single, long exhale—one that carried more weight than just stress.

The silence stretched too thin, snapping when Sukuna abruptly stood, his jaw clenched as if holding back words he didn't want to say. His gaze lingered on you, dark and unreadable, as if he was torn between staying and leaving. With a sharp turn, he stormed upstairs. You flinched as the door slammed behind him, the sound echoing through the house.

A chill ran through you as the door slammed. His reaction unsettled you in a way you couldn't name. What had just happened? The playful teasing that you both usually enjoyed had seemed to hit a nerve this time. His eyes had held something different—something conflicted. Had you gone too far? Or was there more to his reaction than you understood?

The usual game between you two felt heavier, as if something fundamental had shifted. You sighed, the weight of uncertainty pressing down on you. Tomorrow might bring answers—or maybe not—as things might already be different.

Chapter Text

A day had passed, and Sukuna's absence was heavy. The atmosphere had become tense. You sat alone on your bed, picking at your lunch. Sukuna had barely spoken to you. At first, you hoped he would continue your game, maybe even try to annoy you more. Instead, he'd retreated entirely, his energy unusually distant, cool, and detached.

It was late morning. The house was quiet, but the silence was suffocating. Sukuna had spent most of the morning somewhere on the premises, while you stayed in your room. Your emotions were all over the place—excitement, worry, frustration, and then anger. What the heck was his problem? Was he really giving you the cold shoulder today?

Had you done something to upset him? Or did yesterday's flirtation bother him more than you'd realized, you thought. Either way, his behavior frustrated you. It made you angry to not be able to go about your day freely. Why were men always so insufferably difficult? You rubbed your temples, feeling the headache coming on. You refused to be a prisoner in this house, even under Sukuna's so-called protection.

Enough is enough, you thought. Sukuna would have to learn what you would and wouldn't tolerate. You weren't someone to be sidelined or silenced, no matter how strong or authoritative he was. If he refused to talk, then you'd make him.

The ball was in your court, and you knew how to play to win. After all, winning had always been part of your life, and nothing would stop you—not even Sukuna.

You got up, the creak of your bed the only sound breaking the silence. The house felt strange, almost lifeless, as if Sukuna had taken all the energy with him. You wandered downstairs, your footsteps light as you searched for any sign of him, but the house was void of his presence.

Your irritation flared as you realized Sukuna was avoiding you. Why is he avoiding you like you had some sort of viral disease ? You're gonna give him a piece of your mind!

You marched around the house. "Where could he be?" you groaned, your eyes scanning every corner. You spotted the door to the office slightly ajar. You rushed towards it, a determined sigh escaping your lips as you grabbed the handle.

"There you are, dumbass! So, are you really just gonna avoid me all day? What's up with your attitude?" you demanded, standing in the doorway with a stern expression.

You crossed your arms, eyes staring at the pink-haired man sitting in front of you. His face showed no sign of being stunned or shocked; he merely raised his head and let out an exaggerated huff, placing his tablet down. He rose from the office chair. To your surprise, Sukuna didn't immediately snap back. He just moved past you with his usual swagger, dressed in sweatpants and a tight black shirt that clung to his muscles, but something was off. His hair was tousled, as though he'd been running his hands through it repeatedly, and a pack of cigarettes peeked out from his pocket.

His expression was hard, his jaw clenched, tension radiating from every line of his body.
You continued, louder this time, "You seriously can't talk to me? How old are you, 10? You look like you're constipated." You gestured wildly, frustration boiling over. "I've been alone all day... Are you forgetting your job, or what?"

His dark red eyes snapped to you, narrowed into a hard glare that made you take a step back, suddenly realizing you might have overstepped.

"Yeah, protect you, not keep you company or socialize," he snapped, sarcasm dripping from his words. The energy around him crackled, and you shivered involuntarily. "My job is to keep your stupid ass safe. Nothing more. Quit getting the wrong idea, stupid woman. Now," his voice dropped lower, almost a growl, "shut your fucking trap and let me do my damn job." His words were gruff, his expression growing darker by the second. "Get it through your pretty little head. I'm just a bodyguard. We ain't 'friends'?"
he sneered, shoving his hands into his pockets.

Your mouth dropped open, stunned by his harsh words. You prepared a retort, but when you tried to speak, hurt caused your voice faltered, "Sukuna—"

Before you could think or even say a word, Sukuna interrupted you with his next words.
"Look," he sighed, his voice taut with barely controlled frustration. His tone was tinged with impatience, but you heard a softer undercurrent of something else you couldn't quite identify.
"I'm not your boyfriend, so stop expecting me to act like one," he muttered, his voice surprisingly even. He stared straight ahead as his posture tensed further. "This is business, nothing more," he practically hissed.

This was just a job, and you were just a paycheck to him, like any other job. Nothing personal. His words felt like a slap, as if all the warmth you'd seen in him before was just a facade. How could he be so cold after last night, and now just treat you like shit? It wasn't fair.

Your temper flared, anger quickly replacing the hurt as you glared up at him. "If it's such a bother, why hang out with me the other night?" Your voice wavered, and you quickly looked away, blinking back the tears that threatened to spill over. "So what is it? You enjoy your time with me a little too much? Afraid you've gotten too attached?" you jabbed, hoping to hit a nerve.

For a moment, Sukuna's eyes darkened, a raw, unguarded flicker as if he might say something honest. But the moment passed, replaced by a sneer. "You're tolerable, at best. Don't mistake that for something more." His voice was harsher now, the words meant to push you away.

That statement alone nearly broke you—yet somehow, it didn't.

"What the hell happened to you?" you muttered, more to yourself than to him. "Did something crawl up your ass and die?" The frustration bubbled over, spilling out as you stepped closer, planting your hands on your hips.

"Shut the fuck up," he seethed through clenched teeth, taking a long stride forward. He loomed over you, the tension palpable, as if he was considering throttling your delicate neck or slamming you against the wall and kissing you, but the urge was unclear.

You glared, unable to handle his bullshit. His gaze flicked to your lips briefly before he looked away, frustration evident in the way he pinched the bridge of his nose. The sexual tension between you was suffocating, the air thick with unspoken words and unfulfilled desires.

"This is a job. Period. So just stay the fuck away and quit making everything personal." His voice was strained, the anger directed at both you and himself. "And don't expect me to fucking care, alright? Got it," he stated flatly, staring down at you with a neutral expression.

"So, that's it then?" you asked, your voice breaking slightly. "Everything meant nothing?" You fought to keep your voice steady, trying not to betray the churning emotions within you.

"Exactly," he muttered, already turning away. "I need a fuckin' cigarette." He started to walk off, avoiding further conversation.

"Wha—you're just gonna leave me alone again?! You're the only person in this house with me," you called after him, your irritation clear.
He paused, his back still turned to you. After a moment's hesitation, he glanced back with a smug grin. "Then learn to keep yourself busy. You've done it before," he said before shoving his hands deeper into his pockets and striding toward the back door.

"Really?" you hissed, following him. "Not this bullshit again—ignoring me? Seriously, Sukuna!" you shouted, his name growing louder each time. But he kept walking, not sparing you a glance, leaving you standing there, feeling more unwanted than ever.

Your eyes stung as you blinked back tears. The whole situation was exhausting, frustrating. Being trapped here, dealing with his constant hot-and-cold attitude, was more than you could bear. But you took deep breaths, refusing to give him the satisfaction of knowing you were upset. No matter how mad you were, you wouldn't let him see you cry.

He didn't look back or respond, but you noticed the slight hunch in his shoulders, the tension there, as if he wanted to say something but held back.

Sukuna's hand paused on the doorknob, tension tightening his grip. He could still see the hurt in your eyes, and it gnawed at him. "Fucking idiot," he muttered, trying to shake off the thought. Each day, resisting you became harder.

Why did his words make your heart squeeze so painfully?

"Fucking asshole," you snarled, your lips drawing into a grimace, your voice thick with rage. "Dumb asshole! Stupid-headed Idiot!" you muttered expletives loud enough for him to hear, trying your best not to cry as you made your way back up to your room. The slam of the door echoed through the house, but it wasn't as satisfying as you'd hoped.

"Stupid fucking cocky bastard!" you cried, collapsing onto the bed as tears finally flowed, soaking your pillowcase. Everything came pouring out—anger, frustration, betrayal, loneliness. It all hurt so damn much. You hated this safe house, you hated Sukuna, and you hated yourself for being stuck here—this whole situation, caged like an animal, because some idiot had the audacity to try to take your life. You were the one who always had it together, the one who was always in control. Now, you were broken, falling apart.

"I swear, when this is over, I'm gonna treat myself to dinner, a movie, a spa and get my nails done and swear off men for a whole year. I need to get back to being myself—my old myself. I just fucking have to," you mumbled through sobs. For now, you buried your head, shutting off the world around you, letting yourself drown in your emotions.

-A Little Past Midnight-

You were jolted awake by a noise on the roof. Glancing at your phone, you saw it was 1:47 AM. A persistent thumping and scratching made it impossible to drift back to sleep.

"Fuck!" you swore loudly. "I knew this place was haunted. Probably the boogeyman or boogeymen!....Or maybe someone's trying to get in the house!" you whispered frantically to yourself. "Awhh... hell no." Your body shook with fear.

Quickly, you slipped on an oversized shirt, the tension from earlier still lingering as you quietly made your way downstairs. The living room was dimly lit, the soft glow from the TV casting flickering shadows across the room.

Sukuna sat with his legs apart, elbows resting on his thighs, a cigarette dangling from his lips as he took a drag. The tip of the cigarette glowed red before fading away, smoke curling from the corner of his mouth. His eyes were closed, his thumb rubbing the spot between his eyebrows. His hair was damp, and the faint smell of spiced soap mixed with tobacco hung in the air.

You couldn't help but stare at him. Even in the dim light, he looked effortlessly attractive, his usual 'I don't give a shit' aura somehow even more pronounced. Your eyes flicked over to the ashtray, noticing several cigarette butts and ashes piled up. How many had he smoked?

"Why are you still up?" he asked hoarsely, not bothering to look at you, his gaze fixed ahead.

You hesitated, your voice barely above a whisper.
"I heard something on the roof. It sounded like someone was trying to get inside."

"Probably a raccoon or something," he responded absently, his eyelids drooping as he took another drag.

"But what if—"

"Look, woman, if it were an intruder, we wouldn't be having this conversation. There'd be dead bodies outside," he interrupted, his voice steady, a hint of exasperation slipping through. "You're safe. Now, shut up and go back to bed."

You bit your lip, still not entirely convinced. "Can I stay down here for a bit? I'm still kinda scared... please." Your voice trembled, revealing just how nervous you truly were. The blush on your cheeks deepened as you avoided his gaze, feeling small and vulnerable.

He released a soft chuckle, giving you an incredulous side-eye.

"Please..?" you whimpered, your voice small, filled with insecurity. "Sukuna..." Your heart tightened, and your stomach dropped. Remembering how he had affected you earlier. You were tired, scared, and confused, the emotions overwhelming you. You wrapped your arms around yourself protectively.

He sighed, snuffing out his cigarette before gesturing to the opposite end of the couch. "Fine," he muttered, clearly annoyed but not sending you away.

A little smile spread on your lips as you relaxed slightly, watching him return his focus to the television.

He didn't move, slightly leaning back, and the only other movement was his hands running up and down his neck indicating he was probably stressed and restless.

You curled up against the armrest, keeping as much distance between you as possible. The TV flickered as you mindlessly scrolled through the channels, trying to focus on anything but the tension in the room. You heard him fiddling with the pocket of his sweats, pulling out another cigarette. He leaned back, putting one leg up on the sofa. Sukuna's eyes lingered on you, though you didn't notice, your attention focused solely on the show, oblivious to the way his eyes roamed over your body.

Your thin shirt rode up, showing the bottom of your ass. He bit his inner cheek, clenching his fists to maintain control, desperately fighting his urges. His dark, lustful gaze ran up your thigh before making its way over your chest and up to your delicate facial features, trying hard to conceal his arousal. He felt himself beginning to strain against his sweatpants.

"Should you really be smoking again? Won't it affect your health? Those are really bad for you, you know, too much could cause cancer and heart attacks," you commented as you got comfortable, eyes never moving from the TV.

"Like I give a fuck," he grunted before lighting the tip, placing the cigarette back between his lips, the nicotine instantly soothing his nerves. His head fell back against the top of the sofa, his arm draped over the back.

You shook your head as the two of you fell quiet. As the minutes ticked by, your eyelids grew heavier, sleep beginning to consume you. You wrapped your arms around yourself to preserve heat, curling into a comfy position as you drifted further and further from consciousness. Your eyes slowly drifted closed, only for a few moments until sleep finally overtook you completely, letting your worries and hurt subside into darkness.

Sukuna turned, realizing that you had fallen asleep. Your body curled up on the couch, your breathing slow and steady. You looked so peaceful, so angelic in your sleep, and it tugged at something deep inside him.

He watched you for a moment, tension easing. Why didn't he just send you away? He couldn't understand why, so he shoved the thought aside and stood up quietly.

Sleep had already claimed you when you felt the warmth of a blanket being draped over you. The couch dipped slightly under the weight of another body, and you stirred, slowly opening your eyes. Squinting in the dim light, you saw Sukuna pulling the other end of the satin throw blanket over himself, leaning on the armrest, his hands under his head as he lolled to the side, avoiding eye contact. Your heart fluttered at the realization of his sweetness.

His eyes softened as they flickered over toward you, though his jaw remained tight. Neither of you spoke, the silence heavy with unspoken words.

You wrapped the throw around yourself, yawning quietly. He sighed, turning his attention back to the TV.

Your gaze traced his face, catching the subtle glances he stole when he thought you weren't looking. A blush dusted his cheeks, making him look almost soft and cute. To you, this wasn't your typical type of attraction or crush, at least not a romantic one, but maybe just something else. The feeling between you, this pull you couldn't explain—something that wasn't necessarily love, but not quite a simple infatuation, either.

But something possibly deeper than just 'friends', maybe even the foundation for love, but nothing quite yet—as if something were missing that made the attraction tangible. Still, even without that thing, you shared an odd and wonderful connection. And maybe he felt the same way too. Or so you hoped.

"Sukuna..." you started, your voice gentle, but he cut you off, his voice strained.

"Don't start talking," he muttered, closing his eyes. "You'll make me regret letting you stay down here."

You giggled, shaking your head. "If you were truly a huge asshole, you would've just sent me away to my room. Then again," you laughed, your eyelids lowering into a seductive look, your mouth dropping lower into a smirk, "...who knew you could be so sweet?"

"Fuck you," he groaned, turning his attention to the television once more.

"Ohh, wouldn't you love to?" you teased, poking his leg.

"I said fucking quiet," he groaned, ignoring your comment as he closed his eyes. His face flushed slightly as he began to relax again.

You stifled a giggle, but it slipped out, drawing his attention. One eye popped open, his gaze a mix of suspicion and irritation. You knew you shouldn't, but you couldn't resist making a kissy face at him. The tiniest ghost of a smile tugged at his lips before he quickly averted his eyes.

"Fuck off," he murmured, his head dropping slightly.

You leaned in, planting a quick kiss on his cheek. "Thank you, for letting me stay," you whispered, wrapping the blanket tighter around yourself. You caught the brief, almost unnoticeable softening of his eyes before he looked away.

Sukuna hesitated for a split second, stunned by your quick action. You were really testing him. He took a breath before responding. "Yeah... whatever." His voice cracking.

Fifteen minutes passed, and soon a soft snore came from the man beside you. His body had relaxed, his guard completely down. You couldn't help but turn to look at him, taking in all the details of his face. He was so sexy, so effortlessly commanding, yet somehow, in this moment, he was just a man—vulnerable, asleep, and unaware.

You inched closer, seeking comfort in the warmth beside you before finally drifting off into unconsciousness. For the first time since you arrived at this house, you felt peaceful, content. This was the closest the two of you had ever been, and it was more comforting than you could have ever imagined.

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-3:51 AM-

Sukuna woke in the middle of the night, his eyes heavy with sleep. He turned his head to look at you, still curled up on the couch beside him. He stared at you, awe and amazement stirring within him at how beautiful you were, every feature of your face delicate and serene in the dim light. He sighed, caught between waking you and letting you rest.

But he didn't have the heart.

Instead, Sukuna reached out, gently tugging the blanket over your feet, which had slipped out during the night. As the seconds passed, a soft expression crept onto his face. Without thinking, he took your tiny hand into his, lifting it up to examine your slender fingers and nails.

So dainty, he thought. It was hard to tell why exactly it bothered him so much. Why you affected him this way.

His calloused fingertip grazed over your skin, softly tracing the lines of your hand, marveling at the softness. You didn't move, your face serene. He trailed each individual finger with his thumb before turning your hand over, pressing your palm up against his rough one. You fit perfectly against his larger, rougher hands, the difference in size between the two of you making him strangely giddy. He studied it intently before finally lowering your hand back to your side.

His eyes traveled to your lips, remembering how they felt—just as soft and plushy as they looked.

"Goddammit." Sukuna clenched his fists, his body tense. Why couldn't he just push you away?

His gaze remained transfixed on you as you continued to sleep, your body curled up next to his. You seemed peaceful, content. He remembered your laugh the night you both hung out together. You could light up the room, and he was hooked. His lips pressed tightly together as a frown formed.

"What the hell am I doing?" Sukuna groaned, tugging the blanket over you before heading outside, his thoughts a tangled mess. On the back porch, he lit another cigarette, the first drag of smoke did little to calm the storm raging inside him. He walked the perimeter, hoping the cold air might clear his thoughts, but all it did was bring you back to the forefront of his mind.

Maybe he was an idiot for trying to reject these emotions and pull away from you when the temptation was real. Your seductive lips were just begging to be claimed, and he was only so strong before the floodgate would inevitably break, but that can't happen... at least that's what he tried to convince himself of.

This job needed to come first. At the end of the day, you were just a paycheck—a pretty, sexy, perfect paycheck, but still his client. This was business, not pleasure, and he didn't care, right?

Sukuna swallowed thickly. For the first time, Sukuna found himself struggling with feelings for a woman, one that made him weak with desire. One he shouldn't let himself feel—he couldn't. Feelings would get in the way, distract him, and get the better of him.

He finished his cigarette, tossing it aside before heading back inside. At the foot of the stairs, Sukuna paused, torn between retreating to his room and staying near you. Logic told him to leave, to keep his distance, but something stronger kept him rooted in place.

"Ugh, fucking dumbass," he muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose as he struggled with the chaos in his mind.

With a soft expression, he glanced once more at your sleeping figure.

With a frustrated sigh, he finally turned and climbed the stairs, retreating to his bed. But sleep didn't come easily. The thoughts of you, the conflict within him, were too strong to ignore.

-Daybreak-

The hours slipped away, the living room now illuminated with the morning light softly streaming through the dark blinds. You woke up groggy and sore from a night on the couch. With a low groan, you blinked sleepily, allowing your eyes to adjust.

"Shit," you cursed under your breath, stretching out the kinks in your neck and back. "This is why you should never sleep on a couch."

Despite the discomfort, there was something comforting about last night—maybe it was the blanket, or maybe it was knowing that Sukuna was nearby.

Looking over, you noticed the large empty space next to you, realizing Sukuna had left without saying a word. Disappointment tugged at your heart.

For some strange reason, you wished you had woken up beside him, just as you'd fallen asleep. Part of you missed the closeness, the warmth. Being close enough that his musky cologne enveloped your senses.

What was this feeling in your heart, your chest? Were you actually developing feelings for him? Is that what all this meant?

You let out a sigh, trying not to dwell on it, burying the thought, pushing it to the side and grabbed the throw blanket. Sluggishly, you made your way upstairs to shower and change, your thoughts lingering on Sukuna.

He had shown you some kindness just in his own gruff way. Maybe he wasn't such an asshole after all—just awkward in his own way. At least you hoped.

The memory of trying to seduce him the night before brought a flush to your cheeks. You hated him—at least, you told yourself that. But every time he was near, the butterflies in your stomach betrayed that lie. The attraction was undeniable, but why did it have to be him? Why did it have to be someone who made everything so damn complicated?

Who were you kidding? You knew exactly why.

This man was literally your dream man.

He was impossible not to fangirl over. He had that powerful energy, that magnetic pull that made everyone around him take notice.

You rubbed your face vigorously, trying to rid the lingering heat from your cheeks. As you hurried down the hallway, your mind raced. Why did he get under your skin so easily? And why did you keep pushing, knowing full well you might never get past his walls? You told yourself to stop thinking about him, to focus on anything else, but his words, his tone, his everything—stayed with you, making it impossible to just let go.

What was it about him that made you care so much, even when he seemed determined to keep you at a distance?

As you walked down the hallway, Sukuna's bedroom door creaked open, revealing a disheveled figure—still sexy, but exhausted, as if something had been weighing on him all night.

Your gaze caught him mid-stretch, muscles rippling as he raised his arms above his head and released a loud yawn. A shudder ran down your spine as your eyes trailed over his frame. His shirt rode up, revealing a sliver of skin, and his pants hung low on his hips, allowing a peek of black boxer-briefs. He was too much of a temptation.

"Uh..." he groaned, his voice rough and gravelly. You gave him a wide-eyed expression, trying not to stare too obviously.

He looked irritated, clearly tired and cranky, his expression twisted as if he were mad at the world for making him wake up.

A smirk tugged at your lips. He was disarmingly hot right now, catching you off guard and making you see him in a new light.

"What the fuck are you smirking at?" he grumbled, his deep, hoarse voice breaking the silence as he rubbed his eyes, clearly not in the mood for your antics.

"Oh, not much. Just noticing you're not exactly a morning person," you quipped, though the edge of concern in your voice hinted at something deeper.

"Sweetheart," he finally said, his voice tinged with sarcasm, "I'm not an anything person." His eyelids drooped as he leaned against the doorframe, his exhaustion evident. He ran his hands over his face as a yawn escaped. His gaze locked onto yours, and for a moment, something about him seemed different, almost more intense, quieter than usual.

You giggled, nodding. "Noted." You pulled playfully on the bottom of your shirt as his gaze swept down, his focus lingering for a moment on your exposed skin before quickly meeting your gaze once again.

He didn't look pleased. In fact, he almost appeared annoyed and worn down, his body language screaming defeat.

You began to retreat to your room but paused, a gnawing doubt holding you back. "Sukuna... did I do something wrong?" Your voice softened, uncertainty creeping in, as you turned back to face him.

For a split second, his eyes softened before his stoic mask returned. He hesitated, as if weighing how much to reveal. Finally, he sighed, running a hand through his hair with weary resignation. "Nah it's nothing... I'm just... exhausted. Haven't been getting much rest." he muttered, only telling part of the truth.

You tilted your head, offering him a sympathetic smile. "Hmm, can't blame you. The couch wasn't exactly comfortable, huh?" You winced, remembering how you'd woken up sore and stiff.

"Yeah, something like that," he muttered, eyes shifting away, keeping his real thoughts buried.

You searched his face for a clue, and just for a moment, his eyes softened before the walls came back up.

He stared at you for a long moment, his gaze hard, as if debating whether to even acknowledge you. Finally, with a heavy sigh, he muttered, "What...?" His voice was rough, frustration simmering just beneath the surface, as his eyes reluctantly met yours.

"Can I... at least ask you something—be honest?" You lowered your gaze, looking shy.

His brows furrowed as he studied you carefully, not responding as his eyes traveled from your bare feet, slowly and sensually up your smooth thighs to your hips, to the swell of your chest, then to your lips and finally back to your eyes. "Sure" he whispered, his tone resigned.

"Why'd you leave the kitchen?" you murmured.
"The other day," you elaborated. "I..." you added, "I'm just confused... you're being distant again." Your gaze locked onto his.

The question surprised him, and for a split second his composure broke as his pupils dilated ever-so-slightly before he composed himself. He looked down and let out a low chuckle as a faint blush bloomed across his cheek, a rare emotion surfacing in his dark red orbs. "Something came up," he replied smoothly, his gaze following your movements.

"Business? Like another job after this one?" You asked quietly, nervously twisting a strand of hair between your fingers.

"Yeah, I'm... still deciding if I'm gonna take it," he shrugged nonchalantly. "It's...nothing serious," he grumbled dismissively, clearly evading your real question.

"Are you sure it has nothing to do with me? Because you sure got upset quickly after we had such a great night together. Well, I thought we had." The more you spoke, the more irritated and passionate you became. "And since then, you just seem distant and moody, which in my opinion, is very rude. Not to mention cruel," you accused.

He let out a low laugh, closing his eyes as he leaned his head back. "What did I tell you about talking too much? I'm done with this conversation," he retorted, the corner of his lips twisting upward in a half-smirk.

"God, you are so infuriating," you groaned, frustration lacing your voice. "I'm trying to understand and show some concern, asshole. You keep distancing yourself from me and it's..."

"Hurting your little heart?" he sneered, crossing his arms."I told... it was business. What are you, a damn detective now?"

"No, just curious about what crawled up your ass," you fired back.

He groaned, brushing past you with clear irritation. "Can't you just shut up for once?" he snapped, his irritation cracking through his composure. "Seriously, stop asking me questions. Stop nagging. Stop pouting. You're giving me a fucking headache," he said in an exhausted and annoyed tone.

A slow smirk tugged at your lips as you met his gaze, defiance sparking in your eyes. You knew you were dancing on the edge, but the thrill of testing his limits was too enticing to resist. "No, I can't," you replied, your tone laced with mischief. "It's way too much fun watching you get riled up and angry."

He turned, a glare on his features. "Don't start," he growled, his patience visibly waning. "What did I tell you yesterday?" His voice became a sharp snap.

You ignored his command, instead shooting him a look, grinning as his temper flared. It was easy to tease, knowing that every second spent goading him, he only wanted you more. You knew just what kind of power you had over him, and the more time you spent teasing him, the less control he seemed to have. You knew what kind of reaction you were getting by taunting him like this.

"Sweetheart, you won't like where this is gonna go." The low baritone of his voice had dropped in a warning. "Cut. The bullshit," he grunted.

"Oh, how will it go, Daddy~? You gonna push me around? Lock me up because I'm not behaving?" Your eyes gleamed with mischief, though underneath it all, you couldn't ignore the flicker of fear. Maybe you were pushing too far... but maybe that's what you wanted—to see his composure crack, even if it was just a little, it would be a victory.

"Y/N..." His voice dropped to a low, dangerous growl, his fingers twitching involuntarily at his side. He fought to maintain his calm, but the tension in his body was evident. His jaw tightened, muscles straining as fury and irritation darkened his gaze. "I'm warning you." He stepped closer, his tall frame towering over you.

"Aww, come on, what are you gonna do to me? Hurt me? I thought you were here to protect me~?" you cooed, leaning in to make your challenge known, your voice dripping with playful defiance. "Plus, you seemed to enjoy it last time when I called you that. Maybe something else is bothering you, hmm? Am I getting close?" The desire that had always been simmering just below the surface boiled, overflowing into anger—fury. "What will make the King of Crankiness stop being so bitter and rude?" you snickered, quirking an eyebrow in amusement.

He froze, staring at you intently, but remained quiet. You looked right back, not backing down or wavering.

His eyes narrowed to slits, his frustration boiling over until it was too much to contain. With a low growl, he slammed his fist into the wall, the impact shaking more than just the room—it echoed the turmoil inside him, a storm of anger, desire, and something dangerously close to surrender "Woman, I swear..." he growled, his voice tinged with fury.

Sukuna leaned in, his breath warm against your ear, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from his body. He hesitated, his hand twitching as if he might touch you, before he spoke. "I can't believe a stubborn, little thing like you... thinks she can hold the power, tease, and provoke someone like me. You're pushing your luck," His husky voice rumbled deep within his chest as his warm breath tickled your skin. "You don't want to know what happens when I stop holding back," he added, his lips grazing the shell of your ear, the words laced with a vulnerability he quickly suppressed. "Keep fucking with me," he breathed, his voice tightening, "and you'll find out. Real fucking soon," he hissed.

A shiver ran through you as his words hung in the air, the rough edge of his voice settling deep in your bones. Your heart pounded in your chest, a strange mix of fear and excitement swirling within you. You poked your tongue against your inner cheek, challenging him one last time. "Duly noted. Thanks, Daddy," you teased, watching his eyes widen before he pulled back, scowling.

"Well, I'm gonna go take my shower. Enjoy the rest of your morning," you said casually, spinning around to head back down the hall, not bothering to glance at him, knowing the reaction you'd gotten out of him.

Your stomach tightened, a cold knot of doubt forming as you walked away. What if you were pushing too hard? What if you ended up hurt for trying to reach a part of him that possibly didn't exist? The truth was, Sukuna affected you in ways you hadn't anticipated—his rare moments of softness had drawn you in, making you crave more, even if it meant risking everything. But giving up wasn't in your nature.

Sukuna stood frozen as you disappeared behind the door, a vein bulged at his temple as you pushed him right to his breaking point. He was convinced you were a goddamn temptress, maybe even a witch who had cast some sort of spell on him. You were a seductress—a woman who knew exactly how to push him to the edge. And God, how he hated how much he wanted you.

"Dammit," he grunted, his fist punching the nearest wall, leaving a crack.

No woman had ever wrapped him around her finger like this. He was used to control, bending them to his will with ease. But you? God, you were different. The challenge you posed, the fire in your eyes—it was a maddening, irresistible force, drawing him in despite every instinct telling him to pull away.

Sukuna exhaled, tension building in his chest. What had started as a game was now a battle—a battle he was losing.

"How the hell am I supposed to handle this?" he muttered, rubbing the bridge of his nose. Your face, your laughter, the way you'd teased him... and the way it had made him feel—it undermined his willpower.

His steps were heavy, each one pulling him further from the temptation upstairs. Part of him wanted to storm back to you, to end this torturous game, to take what was simmering between you. But something stronger—fear, pride, the last shred of control—kept him moving away. You were unraveling him, making resistance feel impossible. As he reached the bottom of the stairs, he knew that sooner or later, something would have to give.

"Just a paycheck," he mumbled, trying to convince himself of the lie. But deep down, he knew better. The words felt hollow, even to him.

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Seconds turned to minutes, then hours. The day dragged on endlessly—a blur of boredom, mindless scrolling on social media, and lounging around, unable to shake the lingering thoughts of Sukuna. His behavior from the previous day looped in your mind, tugging at something you couldn't quite grasp.

"Maybe if I just..." you whispered to yourself, trailing off as a plan began to form. If you could break through that wall he'd put up, perhaps you could reach him again, ease the tension that had settled between you both. "...he'll relax once I do."

But what if he doesn't respond the way you hope? The idea of losing whatever fragile connection you had made your chest tighten. You had to try. If you didn't, you knew you'd never forgive yourself.

Determined, you made your way downstairs, your heart picking up pace as you approached the living room. There he was, hunched over on the couch, deep in thought. A packet of cigarettes lay on the coffee table, untouched, as if forgotten in his brooding. His broad shoulders were tense, the sinews of his muscles visible even through his casual posture.

The silence in the room was palpable, the air thick with unspoken words and unresolved tension. You hesitated for a moment, taking in the sight of him—the way his strong hands were clasped together, his chin resting atop them as he stared at nothing in particular. He looked beautiful, powerful and terrifying, yet somehow vulnerable.

You took a deep breath and walked over to him, your bare feet barely making a sound against the hardwood floor. You stood behind the couch, peeking over at him.

His black tattoos etched across his muscular frame, veins taut beneath tan skin. Without thinking, you gently tapped his shoulder. His reaction was immediate—his head snapped toward you, eyes narrowing with irritation, a dark glint in his scarlet gaze.

"Ohh, someone's still angry," you teased softly, though the tension in his posture didn't ease.
Sukuna's lips parted slightly, a flash of sharp canines revealed. You couldn't help but notice the subtle flex of his biceps, tension rippling through him.

You grinned, letting your fingers lightly trace across his shoulder blade. "Come on, don't be mad," you coaxed, your voice a gentle whisper, trying to soothe the storm you sensed brewing inside him.

He grunted, irritation flashing across his features as his jaw tightened. You were getting to him, even if he didn't want to admit it.

"Your expression is pretty sexy, you know. Like the 'silent but deadly' kind of hot." You purred, your voice soothing, attempting to ease the tension in the air. But he didn't flinch, maintaining his icy composure.

An idea crossed your mind, and a mischievous smile tugged at your lips. You let your hand drift down his arm, trailing along the taut muscle as you moved around the couch, kneeling between his legs. The surprise in his eyes was unmistakable, his stoic facade faltering for just a moment as you looked up at him through your lashes.

"What the fu—" His voice faltered as your gaze met his. Damn it. How did you always manage to do this? One look from you, and his resolve, so carefully maintained, wavered. Before he could stop himself, his expression softened just slightly, intrigued by your audacity.

You looked up at him with hopeful eyes, silently pleading for forgiveness. His heart began to race. He couldn't stay angry—not when you looked at him like that, making him feel powerless in a way that both infuriated and captivated him, he started questioning why he even tried to keep his distance in the first place.

Reaching behind you, retrieving his cigarettes and lighter from the table, you placed the cigarette between your lips—the lighter's flicker casting a warm glow across your face. Time seemed to slow as you held his gaze, the flame dancing briefly before you pulled it away. The scent of tobacco mingled with the air as you offered it to him with a teasing smile.

"Here," you purred sweetly. "Smoke. Maybe it'll help loosen you up a bit." You gave him a cute wink, watching as the realization dawned on him. You always knew how to manipulate him, playing into his weaknesses and pressing all the right buttons to get him to cave. It infuriated him, but it also intrigued him, driving him wild.

He blinked, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest as a slow smirk tugged at his lips, finally breaking his cold demeanor.

Your breath caught as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your finger as he accepted the cigarette. The brief contact sent a thrill through you. He took a drag, exhaling a cloud of smoke in the other direction. "Gotta admit... this is a new one," he remarked, his tone smooth and amused despite his irritation.

"Always a first for everything, babe," you teased, giggling as he rolled his eyes.

Sukuna's hand rested on your head, his eyes locked on yours, taking in every inch of you kneeling before him. Just a second earlier, he was on the verge of exploding in irritation and anger, and yet the way you reacted, so casually and confidently—it ignited something within him.

You met his gaze with an impish grin, your hands reached toward his pants, fiddling with the strings on his sweats. "Want a lap dance?" you whispered playfully, eager to please him and hopefully lift his spirits.His expression was a blend of curiosity and intrigue, your playful offer catching him off guard.

"Or maybe a little massage, to relieve some stress and tension?" you offered, your tone soft, gaze lingering. "Ya know, to release all that negative energy you're holding onto," you suggested in a low voice, your gaze holding a hint of seduction.
"Woman, I know exactly what you're up to. You're trying to rile me up again?" he stated firmly, raising a brow suspiciously.

A sultry smile played on your lips as you nodded, confirming his suspicion. "Yes, but I don't plan on going too far... unless, of course, you don't want me to stop." The words poured from your lips like honey, making him go stiff.

A pink flush touched his cheeks as your gaze held an intensity that made his thoughts swim. You looked both innocent and devilishly enticing.
"Just wanna have fun," you purred seductively, your tone sounding pouty and child-like as your face fell slightly.

Sukuna grunted and shrugged dismissively, causing you to pout even more as you continued to toy with the strings of his pants.

He knew there was no escaping this. You were his weakness—addictive, irresistible, pulling him into your orbit no matter how hard he tried to resist.

"Stop messing with those," he muttered, his voice strained, his eyes following every movement of your fingers.

You couldn't resist teasing him. "Fine," you relented, placing both hands on his knees, letting your palms glide up his thighs. "How 'bout this then? Does this appease the angry king? Hmm~"
"You've been ignoring me for days. I know you're here just to protect me, but I want to know what's bothering you..." you trailed off, feeling his chest hitch. You felt his muscles tense in resistance under your touch. You had him hook, line, and sinker.

His breath caught as you leaned in closer, the air between you growing heavy with desire as his eyes locked onto your lips. He kept staring, pulling the cigarette away from his lips, his tongue pressing against his inner cheek. His attempt to seem unaffected was failing miserably.

"What did I do to offend you, hmm?" you whispered, a seductive smirk creeping onto your face as your hands traveled upwards, lightly caressing his inner thighs. His body reacted immediately, leaning into your touch as you kneaded his tense muscles, feeling him shift, his breathing heavy as he swallowed thickly, trying not to get turned on.

He shook his head, feeling his groin twitch under your touch, a groan escaping his lips. He couldn't resist any longer. "Woman..." His voice wavered, his thoughts foggy, as if intoxicated by lust. "What the hell are you doing?" he grumbled, his voice strained. He knew he should stop you, tell you to get away, but the conflict within him left him paralyzed, his resolve slipping. "I told you already."

"Enlighten me... cause you haven't told me squat." A chuckle escaped as you increased the pressure, using your full palms to massage his thick muscles, moving slowly, methodically.
He drew a sharp breath, his head lolling back as his eyes closed, lost in the sensation. "Jesus fucking Christ," he groaned. "Will you please stop..."

You hummed in response, pressing further as your fingertips inched higher. "i just wanna keep you from being mean, like you've been these past couple days," you added, your voice laced with a playful confidence. "Come on, tell me what's on your mind," ou asked, voice soft with genuine concern peeked through your teasing. Sukuna's gaze lingered, breaths coming quicker as he debated whether to push you away or give in to the desire swirling inside him. The air thickened with unspoken words, tension simmering just beneath the surface. He started to open his mouth, but instead of words, only a frustrated huff escaped as he looked away, trying to regain control.

"Are you planning on answering me? Hmm..." you coaxed, your voice dipping into a teasing lilt.
His eyes snapped back to yours, locking onto your gaze with a fierceness that made your heart skip a beat. He reached down, gently grasping your wrist just as you inched closer to his groin, pausing your movements. "Don't," he warned, his voice firm but lacking its usual bite. The slight waver in his voice only made him sexier, more commanding, drawing you deeper.

"Aww, and here I am enjoying things. Oh well. Thought I'd try..." You pouted slightly, pulling back, "You were doing so well," you teased, standing up slowly.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair, a tiny chuckle escaping his lips. Despite the frustration still, he was caught between admiration and exasperation of you. Why did you have to be so persistent? Yet, that same persistence was what drew him to you, what made him unable to stay angry for long.

"Damn," he muttered under his breath. He could already feel his cock stir, arousal burning within his veins. The truth was, he missed your teasing—even now, as annoyed as he wanted to seem, his cock betrayed the truth, swelling and hardening in his sweats. Though his thoughts wandered elsewhere.

"Wish you'd loosen up a bit. You're pretty funny. Such a hard-ass all the time," you remarked lightly, tracing the designs on his tattoos with your fingers. He tried to hide it, but you could tell your words hit a nerve. He gave a noncommittal hum.

There was something about being this close that felt so natural, as if you both fit together perfectly. Your touch was simple yet electrifying, sending shivers down his spine and making him let out a soft, breathy sigh before he could stop himself.

"And you're trouble. Always have been, always will be," Sukuna finally said, his voice thick with arousal as he tried to pull back slightly, regaining some semblance of control. He gave you a dark, cool look, but the spark of desire in his eyes was impossible to hide.

"Yeah...maybe, just a little," you giggled playfully. He laughed deeply, the tension between you easing slightly as the stress seemed to evaporate.
You backed away with a smile, heading for the kitchen. "You're still a giant asshole," you called over your shoulder."But I'd say that's part of your charm, wouldn't you?"

His brows pinched together as a wave of emotion washed over him while he watched you move away. His thoughts were chaotic, conflicting, but there was one thing he knew. You were becoming addictive.

"Thirsty? Hungry?"

As you entered the kitchen, Sukuna remained seated, his gaze never leaving you. He took a slow drag of his cigarette, his eyes narrowing on you as he exhaled smoke. "Brat," he muttered, but the soft edge to his voice betrayed him.

"What? I'm trying to be nice," you pointed out, glancing back at him with a gentle smile. "It wouldn't be so hard if you didn't stay so closed off." He scowled slightly but didn't protest, his eyes following you as you scanned the fridge's contents. "Ohhh, how about leftover pasta tonight?" you suggested abruptly. "I'll make more chicken if you want."

His scowl deepened, the brief flicker of happiness replaced by his usual stony expression. He turned his gaze back to the TV, avoiding your eyes.
"Yeah, whatever," he exhaled sharply.

You rolled your eyes. "You really, REALLY are difficult," you murmured, pouting as you turned your attention back to the fridge. He shot a quick look at you but said nothing.

"Come on, eat and hang out with me. Please?" You pouted, eyes gleaming. "Is that too much to ask for... Daddy?" The word rolled off your tongue, and you could see the effect it had on him, even if he tried to hide it.

Sukuna's cheeks flushed as he bit the inside of his cheek and closed his eyes for a moment. Shaking his head as if trying to dismiss the effect the kinky pet name had on him. But you knew better—he couldn't deny the way it drove him crazy. Just the idea of you being  submissive was so enticing. And calling him Daddy?

When he opened his eyes again, they were back on you, his dick jumped slightly pressing harder against his sweatpants as his thoughts wandered and fantasized. He stared at you for a long moment before letting out a huffed laugh, which caught you off guard, the grin breaking through his usual cold exterior. "You're ridiculous," he muttered, eyes gleaming with something darker.

He'd have to give you credit for being a damn good tease—it was unexpected and unlike anything he'd ever encountered. You didn't take anything from anyone. The thing about you is your persistence—equally infuriating and admirable. You never back down, no matter how tough the challenge, and that's something he's not used to. It's part of what makes this whole situation so damn intriguing.

"Fine. Make the damn food," he growled, his voice softening just enough to reveal the satisfaction he took in letting you win—just this once.

You met his gaze, holding it as a coy, mischievous smile spread across your face, a daring glint shining in your eyes. You knew you were getting to him, and it thrilled you.

He felt his pants grow tighter with every moment. What were you planning now?
You walked over to him, once you were beside him, you leaned down, your eyes never leaving his. With a light movement you pressed your lips softly onto the side of his lips. Giving him another little taste.

Then, you smiled innocently before whispering into his ear, "Thank you for protecting me daddy," you hummed softly. "It's truly a privilege." You placed your hands on his shoulders, massaging him slightly. He let out a quiet groan at your touch, tipping his head back slightly. The low, satisfied rumble in his throat gave you butterflies.

The scent of your floral, gourmand scent filled his nose. Unwittingly, Sukuna inhaled deeply, the soft, sweet smell igniting a fiery hunger.

You glanced down, noticing his erection pressing against his pants.

You were careful to hide the smirk that tugged at your lips at the sight. You pulled your hands away, pleased at his reaction. "That feels good, doesn't it? See what happens when you behave... you're not as bad as you pretend to be," you teased as you stepped back. His gaze burned with a sudden hunger, a fleeting expression crossing his features before being replaced by annoyance, his stoic demeanor slipping as you laughed lightly quickly moved away, avoiding his grasp.

"Quiet woman," he retorted gruffly, his usual stoic composure falling into place as he exhaled slowly. His hand dropping down to his lap, attempting to adjust himself, which was definitely not an easy feat. He exhaled a long breath, the corners of his lips curling up into a low, rumbling laugh. "And Pretend? I'm not changing for anyone. And, if you're looking for an apology, you're out of luck," he said, though something softer flickered in his eyes.

But there was something different about him now. The harshness in his voice had faded, replaced by a low chuckle. It was hard for him to contain how amused he was by you.

Your eyes held his as a slow smile crept across your face. "Of course, I wasn't expecting that. I'm fine with the way you are," you murmured, your tone presenting a challenge. The tension between you was thick, a silent dare in your locked gazes. "Still think I'm a pain?" you breathed, giggling. "Is it so hard to admit that you can't resist me?" you murmured, leaning in just enough to catch the scent of his skin. "I know you like having me around," you teased, letting the words hang between you like a dare. "Or at least, your dick seems to," you purred seductively. "Yea I noticed, couldn't really hide it, unless that big bulge is your phone in your pocket~" A teasing smirk tugged at the corners of your lips, your eyes gleaming with mischief.

You continued to smirk at him, your voice was a siren's call, wrapping him tight in its allure.

"Sweetheart, you better watch it. Don't say shit you'll regret," he warned, his tone cold and sharp, but you could see the flicker of something deeper in his eyes—something he was trying to control.

Your eyes held a soft but wild look, full of mischief. "I never do. What is life without a few challenges?" You grinned wider, unable to help yourself. There was something dangerous in your expression, something that made his pulse quicken.

He didn't budge, staying firm, though you noticed his body shift just the smallest bit, like someone bracing for a blow. He was cautious, tense—ever the predator assessing his prey.

"Heh," he chuffed out, raising a single brow, giving you the look to speak, curious about what you were implying. He brought the cigarette up to his lips, taking a final drag before tossing the butt on the floor.

Your eyes traveled down to his hands, roving over his muscled forearms and pecs, admiring his physique. Then your gaze traveled lower to the tent in the center of his pants.

"And I can assure that it's my dick that's bulging , not my phone sweetheart." He corrected, gripping his erect bulge to make a point, emphasizing how big and thick his bulge actually was, his tone matter-of-fact and cocky. A threat—the calm before the storm. "Any more games you wanna play, baby girl," he asked, a dark edge lacing his tone as his red eyes sparked with a possessive glint.

You could see the outline of his enormous size more clearly than last time and you couldn't stop staring as he gently gripped and massaged the hardening cock within his pants. Your cheeks heated as the lust filled you up, the sight both intimidating and thrilling at the same time. You could only imagine just how massive he is completely bare.

This man is way too bold and shameless.

He watched you closely, noting your subtle shifts—the rapid, shallow breaths, the soft blush creeping across your cheeks—and smiled, a glint of amusement in his eyes. His gaze was sharp, predatory, watching you like a cat watching a mouse, waiting for you to make your move.

"Too shy to continue? Are you finally gonna admit I've won, and back away, sweetheart?"

"You wish," you shot back, voice shaking slightly. "I like a challenge. "And honestly I find this whole thing... pretty amusing," you said, a lightness in your voice reflecting your genuine amusement. But even as you spoke, you couldn't ignore the growing heat between your thighs, the way his gaze made your heart race and your breath quicken.

"Really...?" he rasped, his voice a low growl, the edges rough with the remnants of his fading irritation. He let the silence hang between you for a moment, savoring the tension. "Well, the next time you get close to me like that, expect consequences," he rasped.

He didn't just want to wipe that smirk off your face—he needed to. No matter how much he liked it, no matter how tempting and fun it was, he knew he needed to be careful with you. You were different—intoxicating, like forbidden fruit he wasn't supposed to taste.

But he was a man, and even he couldn't control everything, especially not the insatiable lust you were stirring within him. It was as if you wanted him to lose control, to fall prey to his carnal desires. He'd be damned if he made it easy for you.

You could see it—the way his eyes narrowed, a dangerous mix of craving and impatience simmering just beneath the surface. His usual composed demeanor was slipping, revealing the hunger he tried so hard to suppress.

You tilted your head, your voice softening as you cooed, "Ohhh, is that a threat?" The playful tone slipped easily from your lips, but the challenge in your eyes remained sharp, daring him to respond.

"Or... a promise?" With a soft laugh, you leaned in closer, your voice dropping to a sultry purr that sent a shiver through him.

His grin grew wider, more feral. "I never break promises, Y/N, especially ones that involve punishments." The seductive huskiness in his voice was impossible to miss—it was raw, dripping with intensity. His red eyes gleamed, the sinister yet sexy undertone enough to make your breath hitch.

That gaze—so intense, so powerful—made something deep inside you tremble. The word "punishments" reverberated in your mind, The way he said it, with such dark intent, that shot a thrill straight down your core.

"Behave, and you won't find out," he warned, though there was an unmistakable heat behind the words. "Not tonight, anyway."

As quickly as it had come, the intensity between you faded slightly, Sukuna's demeanor returning to something more measured, more controlled. He leaned back slightly, his gaze still locked on you but with a hint of amusement now, as if he was toying with you, testing how far you'd go.

He would allow your shenanigans this time, but the memory of letting his guard down before flashed in his mind. Maybe letting you have your little victory would be worth it, satisfying both your desires and tempering his unquenchable thirst. He could have you exactly how he wanted—and teach you a lesson in the process.

You gave him a surprised look, eyebrows raised. "Ohhh, promises, huh?" You couldn't help but let a playful smirk tug at your lips, the anticipation of his "punishments" both thrilling and terrifying.

"Mhm. Trust me, sweetheart, you don't want to know the kind of punishments I have in mind," he murmured, his voice shifting from a teasing whisper to a low, dangerous rumble that sent shivers down your spine. There was a dark edge to his words, yet the smirk tugging at his lips betrayed the thrill he found in the game. "So don't test me... not when you're being a bad girl." He let the warning hang in the air, watching as your confidence faltered, if only for a moment.

"Well, that depends, Daddy," you breathed, flashing an enticing pout and batting your lashes in a way that made you look both innocent and utterly provocative. You wanted to push him, to see just how far you could take this before he snapped.

"Depends on what, sweetheart?" Sukuna asked, his voice low, curiosity piqued as he raised a brow slightly, clearly intrigued by your response. He leaned forward slightly, his eyes narrowing as he waited for your answer.

"Will my punishments hurt... or feel really, really good?" you asked, biting your lip with a sultry smirk, your tone both playful and daring. You weren't about to let him have total control of the situation. After all, teasing him was so damn much fun.

His expression darkened, you knew you'd hit a nerve. His grin widened, almost wolfish in its intensity. "Wanna find out?" he purred, the temptation clear in his voice, though it was laced with a warning. His hand twitched, wanting so badly to grab you, to pull you into his lap and have his way with you, but instead, he curled it into a loose fist and tapped a single finger against the table, fighting back the urge.

You let out a breath you hadn't realized you were holding, your heart racing as you felt the full force of his gaze on you. "Heh." You laughed softly, trying to mask the rising heat within you with a false bravado. Deep down, you knew you shouldn't play with fire, but it was so damn hard to stay away. Sukuna had that bad-boy allure that was impossible to resist, even if it was dangerous. You wanted the thrill of breaking through his defenses, of seeing who he really was beneath the layers of control and dominance.

He could see it in your eyes—the lust, the desire, the unspoken challenge. The silence between you grew heavier with each passing second, neither of you willing to back down, neither of you ready to let your guard drop first.

But you—always so damn stubborn—kept pushing, daring him to lose the control he prided himself on.

He wouldn't give in—at least, not yet. But payback was inevitable. He'd make you regret toying with him, and he'd make sure you felt every inch of it. The punishment he envisioned would satisfy the beast within while leaving you begging for mercy, all while he released the pent-up desire that had been simmering for weeks.

As he walked past you, Sukuna couldn't resist the urge to slap a hand against your ass—hard and purposeful. Heat surged through you. You gasped, your body jolting forward.

You let out a startled yelp, followed by a soft moan, the flush of heat rising to your cheeks as you turned to see the dark smile on his face as he continued on, leaving you standing there, breathless.

The sting of his hand lingered, a sharp reminder of his power.

"Asshole," you murmured under your breath.

"It's a game," he countered smoothly. "You have your fun—I'll have mine. Or..." He trailed off, his smirk widening. "Do you have a problem with me... playing back?" His words sent shivers down your spine and awoken an overwhelming desire.

"No..." you replied, feeling the excitement rise.

"Good," he teased. "But watch yourself, brat. Next time it won't end so nicely, you might find yourself tied to my bed" he threatened, his voice low and menacing, though there was a playful edge to it. "Don't say you weren't warned. Now fix the food. Don't make a, man starve, princess," he added with a gruff command, the authoritative tone unmistakable.

As Sukuna strolled casually up the stairs, he pulled the shirt over his head, tossing it carelessly to the floor as he made his way into the bedroom. He glanced in the mirror, seeing his reflection—his muscles taut, the dark tattoos that adorned his skin only emphasizing his powerful physique. He removed his pants, the dark outline of his boxer briefs prominent, the fabric stretched tight over his growing arousal.

He looked down at his cock, seeing where a large wet spot had formed. His groin was so sensitive—it felt like a tight ball of pressure ready to explode at any moment. It had been too long, and his urges, the lustful, dark thoughts were haunting him day in and day out. It was because of you, and the way you teased him, the way you played with him like he was your toy, torturing him in ways that felt cruel and unfair.

He knew exactly where to go from here, how to manipulate you, what he could use against you in order to get what he wanted. If he played his cards right, his revenge would be more satisfying than anything he had dreamed of.

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Since your heated encounter with Sukuna, tension lingered—thick and heavy. His smirk and the promise he spoke of still haunted you long after he walked away.

Each glance, each sharp exchange, only fueled the dangerous game between you. The night of the almost-hookup, had left the door wide open for both of you to act, but nothing happened. He hadn't touched you, nor said anything suggestive afterward. It was as if it never happened, but you both knew better.

No matter how hard you tried, the sexual tension crackled with the slightest provocation. Sukuna's 'fuck with me and find out' attitude was both a challenge and a temptation—one that became harder to resist as time passed. The more he ignored you, the more determined you became to break his cool, and he knew it.

As you worked to distract yourself, it became clear Sukuna wasn't just leaving a physical mess behind—he had gotten in your head and was testing your patience, your composure. His quiet resolve was grating, wearing you down.

This morning, you had busied yourself with work, trying to regain some sense of normalcy. But with all your personal tasks completed, you resorted to cleaning the house—anything to get your mind off him. You started upstairs, moving from room to room, desperate to distract yourself. By the time you made your way downstairs, frustration gnawed at you. Dirty dishes cluttered the sink, cigarette butts littered the floor, and snack wrappers were carelessly scattered around. You knew it hadn't looked like this when you came down for breakfast.

Sukuna. It's like he did this on purpose.
Every piece of trash and dish felt like a taunt, daring you to confront him.

And it worked.

You marched into the living room, fists clenched. Sukuna lay sprawled across the couch watching tv, with an infuriating smirk already plastered on his face, as if he'd been waiting for you.

"Okay, that's it," you spat, hands on your hips. "What the hell is wrong with you? It did not look like a damn pigsty when I was down here earlier!" You stepped closer, your voice rising. "It's like you did this on purpose!"

His eyes flicked to you, lips curling. "Maybe I did. What're you gonna do about it?"

You squinted, fighting the urge to slap him upside the head.

The challenge in his voice, so calm and smug, was like gasoline on a fire. Your teeth clenched, fists tightening at your sides. He wanted you to lose it. That much was clear. But you weren't going to give him the satisfaction.

"You're not usually this messy. Clean it up."

Sukuna stretched lazily, reclining further. "Not my job, princess. I'm here to protect you, not scrub floors." His feet landed on the coffee table with a thud, his smirk widening. "Oh, and you missed a spot over there."

You grabbed the remote and snapped the TV off, met only with his scowl. "Either help me clean up this mess—right fucking now—or I'll kick your ass." Your eyes flared. You didn't miss the way his gaze shifted, responding to your rising temper. "You're seriously driving me crazy! And stop leaving cigarette butts all over the damn floor, God."

"Kick my ass, huh? That right, princess? Let me remind you—" Sukuna sat up slowly, leaning forward. "If you start a fight, I'm not holding back." The way he said it sent chills down your spine, the husky drawl wrapping around your neck. He sounded like a sex incarnate, and you both knew it.

You blinked, your resolve crumbling. Shit.

"Shut up, Sukuna," you grabbed a pillow and threw it at him, your anger finally getting the better of you. He caught it effortlessly, his grin widening. You moved over, picking up his pack of cigarettes you crushed in front of him, before waving them around teasingly in his face. "Your dirty habit doesn't include throwing your butts on my floor, sweetie," you retorted.

He leaned back, arms folded behind his head, that maddening twinkle in his eye. "You're cute when you're mad," he teased, his voice low and amused. "Isn't this what you wanted? My attention?" He sighed dramatically. "You're always bugging me and demanding attention. Well, Im giving you what you want. So how about thanking me, baby girl."

Your heart raced, you wanted to slap that smug grin right off his face, but you had to force yourself to take a slow breath and calm down. His smirk, the way his eyes glinted with amusement—it was infuriating. He was infuriating. But there was no way you'd back down.

"Why are you such an arrogant piece of shit?" you shot back, words slipping through gritted teeth.

His eyes gleamed, mischief dancing in them as he flashed his teeth. In one fluid motion, he stood, closing the distance. "Because it gets me what I want," he purred, a teasing undertone to his smooth voice. "You started this, remember? he shot back. "I'm just playing along now."

He was closer now, towering over you. But you didn't flinch. You couldn't show weakness. You wouldn't.

"Look, princess,"his tone was sharp now, a warning, "How about you just get on your knees and clean up my mess. Hmm, sounds good."

The command sent a jolt through you, but you held your ground, your chin lifting in defiance, your pettiness now surfacing. "Oh, but my dear sir... That just won't do at all. I can't let that shit fly with me, Sukuna." you said, your voice steady. "Not with you or anyone."

You jabbed a finger into his chest, heat rising in your gut. He could break you if he wanted to, but that wasn't what scared you—it was the fact that you wanted him to try.

His cocky grin faltered for just a second before his expression darkened, his jaw clenched, a dangerous edge creeping into his gaze.

"Woman. How many goddamn times do I have to tell you..."

"Save it," you cut him off, your tone sharp and unyielding.

The tension between you now was palpable, an electric charge in the air that made your skin tingle. He was testing your limits, but you weren't backing down.

"Maybe a little anger management would do you some good, sugar," you teased, patting his chest, a smirk playing on your lips."Or maybe a stay at a mental institution." Your gaze, steely as ever, never wavered, boring holes in him. "Yes, that would work... wouldn't it, handsome."

His muscles tightened, eyes darkening as he stepped closer, invading your space. "Y/N," Sukuna's voice was low, a growl rumbling in his chest as he took another step closer, crowding you against the edge of the couch. "Don't make me—"

"Make you what?" you interrupted, your voice challenging, daring him to do something. "Do nothing, like always?" His glare darkened, but you only smirked. "Oh, terrifying," you mocked, batting your lashes. "Where's that punishment you keep promising? My ass has been begging to get spanked by you again."

The comment was the final straw. But before you could react, his hands shot out, gripping your shoulders and shoving you back onto the couch. You landed with a soft thud, breath knocked from your lungs as he loomed over you, his eyes blazing with a mix of fury and desire.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. Instead, Sukuna stayed hovering over you, watching, savoring your reaction. His smirk slowly twisting into a low, deep laugh.

"You really don't know when to quit, do you?" Sukuna growled, his hand gripping the cushion beside your head, fingers digging into the fabric. "I'll bend you over this couch and fuck you until you can't think straight. You'll regret every smartass comment that came out of your mouth."

You shrank back instinctively, Excitement bloomed inside you, swirling with lust. You could feel yourself already getting wet—drenched with arousal from his dominant words, though you hated to admit. He'd never been this intense, and it stirred something in you—a mix of fear and exhilaration. Logic told you to be afraid; he was too close, too overwhelming. But a war raged inside you: part of you wanted to keep control, to stay defiant. But deep in your gut, temptation wanted to give in to him, to let him break you.

"And is that what you want?" you whispered, voice trembling just enough to give him pause. "To fuck me senseless?" You could see the flash of hesitation and uncertainty in his eyes before shifting to something deeper, something more primal. His grip on the cushion loosened slightly, his fingers brushing along your jaw. Then his hand wrapped around your throat, your pulse racing against his touch.

"Keep testing me, princess," Sukuna threatened, a primal desire lacing his words, a subtle plea hidden beneath the rage and irritation, "and you'll find out just how cruel I can be. Is that what you want?"

You met his gaze, your pulse racing, your breath coming in short, shallow bursts. "Maybe," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "But you don't deserve me—not after being bad. Be a good boy, and I might think about it."

Sukuna's temper flared, eyes darkening as he wrestled with the submissive side you were pulling at, daring to bring out. His voice came out in a low growl, rougher than before. "You're asking for it, sweetheart." Releasing his hold on your neck and pulling you against him, his chest pressed against yours.

Without hesitation, you slid your arms around his neck, pulling him down to your level, your lips grazing his skin, sending a shiver through him. "Really?" you purred, leaning back just enough to tease him into following. "I've been on my best behavior."

He gazed at you, his eyes dark with lust, as your fingers tangled in his soft hair. His desire was written all over his face, but he was holding back, trying to maintain his composure. He stared at you with a mixture of intense confusion and want, the hesitation clearly obvious.

"Go on," you whispered against his ear. "Ask nicely, I might just give you what you want."

"Sweetheart," His teeth gritted, trying to maintain control, but the faint blush creeping across his cheeks betrayed him.

"Mmm?" You purred, fingers dancing down his chest. "C'mon, Daddy. Say please." Your lips hovered just above his, close enough to make him tremble, but still out of reach.

You leaned forward, brushing a featherlight kiss against his lips—a tease. He barely registered it before you pulled back, giggling. It was cruel, but you knew exactly what you were doing. You weren't ready to give him what he wanted. Not yet. You'd drive him wild until he broke.

He grunted, the air thick with tension, but there it was— a crack in his control.

You smirked, your fingers trailing down his chest as you felt the shift. You felt him slipping, and you loved every second of it. But once Sukuna snapped, there'd be no going back—for either of you.

Suddenly, he leaned in, capturing your lips, almost desperately, as if he'd been starving to taste you again. His hands slid up your body, pulling you flush against him, the raw passion in his kiss leaving you breathless.

You responded, pulling him closer, desperate to match the intensity building between you. It was as  if the kiss alone was everything you'd been holding back.

"Fuck," he groaned between kisses, his voice sounding gravelly with frustration, the tension, the desire—it all came pouring out as the kiss grew rougher, more demanding. His hands found your neck, fingers grazing your skin before tightening just enough to make your pulse quicken. His tongue pushed into your mouth, demanding entry, tasting the sweetness he'd been denied for too long.

Your hand slid lower, brushing against the hardness beneath his pants. His breath stuttered, and a wicked grin curled your lips—he was close to breaking.

He growled low, kissed you harder, his weight pressing you into the cushions. His lips never left yours, devouring you with a desperation that left you breathless.

When you finally pulled away, his eyes were dark with unspoken need, his breath heavy as he looked down at you. He gazed hungrily at your parted lips, the glistening sheen left by his kisses, his heart racing with a mix of desire and panic. The taste of you was already addictive. One kiss was no longer enough—you'd awakened a thirst for something deeper, more intoxicating.

"I bet that feels good, doesn't it?" you purred, dipping your hand into waistband of his pants, grabbing his throbbing cock. "Being a good boy for me."

He hissed at the contact, his eyes rolling back as you stroked him. His head dropped, burying his face in your neck, muffling the husky moan rumbling in his chest. "Goddammit," he rasped, breath hot against your ear as you teased him, dragging your fingertip along the underside of his cock, over the vein pulsing under silky, soft skin.

"Fuck," he ground out, hips bucking as your your thumb grazed his tip, collecting the small droplet of precum already leaking from his tip.

"Hmmm?" you giggled, removing your hand, teasing him further, enjoying every minute of his desperation.

His lip twitched, irritation beginning to override his pleasure, but he didn't pull away.

You captured his lips again, deep and consuming, as if you could pour all the tension and frustration into that kiss. His teeth grazed your lip before biting down, hard enough to make you gasp. His breath ghosted over your lips as he pulled back, just enough to meet your gaze, eyes flickering with frustration and desire.

A part of him wanted to cave, to just give in, but a darker side of him didn't want to surrender—he wanted to fight it. But with every passing moment, he could feel the cracks beginning to show, his patience wearing thinner than usual.

"Say please," you whispered, your lips brushing against his neck.

He closed his eyes, his body trembling from the pleasure your touch was offering. "Goddamn, woman," he hissed, his grip tightening on your hips, almost as if holding on for control he knew he was losing. His fingers trailed over your curves, rough and hesitant all at once. "You're playing a dangerous game, and you know it."

You grinned, reveling in the power shift, watching the ever-dominant Sukuna so close to breaking. "Oh yeah?" you teased, fingers trailing down to his thigh, feeling the tension building in his muscles. "What's the matter, Daddy? Can't handle a little teasing?"

He exhaled shakily, his composure slipping with every second, his cock throbbing against your core. You could feel the way his body trembled, every inch of him craving you, desperate for release.

You gasped softly as his cock pressed against your entrance, teasing you with just the slightest pressure. The heat between you was palpable, and the rebellious part of you refused to simply give in. You weren't going to let him have it so easily. Not when he was this close to losing himself.

"Getting worked up already?" you whispered, your voice dripping with playful malice. "How about this—get on your knees. I'll give you a sweet treat." You dragged your nails down his back, tugging his shirt up to reveal his muscled torso.

He chuckled softly, the sound guttural, dark. "Hmm, what kind of treat exactly?" he murmured, his low baritone teasing, a stark contrast to the need apparent in his voice, unable to contain his excitement at the tempting offer.

"My pussy. Why else would I call it a treat?" you said innocently. Your bold words sent a visible shiver through him, an unmistakable need swirling within his gaze.

"Pretty bold, huh. You'll let me eat your pussy?" Sukuna murmured, His hands gripped your ass, his fingers digging into your skin, your words hit him like a challenge. There was no point in denying it—your dirty, shameless taunts had him rock-solid and ready to bust a nut.

The worst part, he fucking loved it.

"Depends, Is that a yes, handsome?" You prompted again, batting your lashes, with a spark of amusement.

His chest tightened, his heart raced for reasons that had nothing to do with the way you looked beneath him. His gaze softened, though not from surrender. No—that something he didn't want to name, something you pulled from him with nothing more than that infuriating smile beauty, and audacity that drove him wild.

He hesitated, before nodding and sighing defeatedly, "Fucking hell, woman..."growled, but there was hesitation in his voice. His pride screamed for him to resist, but, for once, he didn't care. He'd give you what you wanted—because he wanted it too.

Letting out a strained huff, he drop to his kneeled in front of the couch. You watched in fascination, waiting for his next move.

A victorious smirk tugged at your lips—you'd done it. You'd broken him. But just for a second, you caught a flicker in his eyes, like he wasn't used to losing control. It pissed him off, but it also turned him on, and you knew it. He hated how much he wanted this, but there was no way he'd let you see that.

With a rough yank, he pulled you forward by your thighs, positioning you at the edge of the couch.

"Take your fucking panties off," he ordered, his voice gravelly, thick with passion. The command was firm, but there was a desperation lurking underneath, a need that was impossible to hide. His eyes locked onto yours, daring you to defy him.

You flushed, feeling the intensity in his gaze. Your body responded immediately, your core aching with anticipation. But you weren't about to let him have the upper hand just yet.

"Manners, Daddy," you teased, your voice dripping with mock sweetness. Sukuna's eyes darkened, and for a moment, you saw his jaw tighten—fighting against the word you wanted him to say.

"Say 'please,'" you whispered, leaning closer, savoring the power, running a hand through his soft, disheveled pink hair, savoring the tension that thickened the air between you.

"Please," the word was heavy on his tongue, almost unrecognizable coming from someone like him. He hated it, hated begging, but the way you looked down at him made him forget who he was.

"Mmmm hmmm..." you hummed, your eyes twinkling with satisfaction. His tone, his surrender—it was humiliating for him, but it was a victory for you, and that victory tasted sweeter than anything. "Daddy's finally behaving."

"Yeah, whatever," he muttered, the fire in his eyes dimming slightly with his submission. "Now fuckin' take them off."

Your gaze lingered on him, soaking in the sight—a man who thrived on control, now teetering on the edge of submission. You leaned in, your voice dropping to a sultry whisper, sending shivers down his spine. "No," you purred, "I don't think I will. That's your job."

His sharp glare didn't faze you; you only grinned in response, holding his gaze with unwavering confidence.

The soft chuckle that escaped your lips was like fuel to the fire burning inside him. His teeth clenched in irritation as his hands moved with deliberate force. With one swift motion, he tore your panties apart, the ripping fabric the only sound cutting through the tension.

A sharp gasp escaped your lips, your eyes narrowing at him. "What the fuck, Sukuna? Those were my favorite."

"Not anymore," he retorted with a wicked smirk, tossing the ruined fabric aside. The audacity of his actions made your heart race. He was such an asshole, but in this moment, he was your asshole.
Sukuna's lips twisted into a predatory grin.

"Fuck, you're so damn sexy, Y/n... You have no idea." His voice was thick with desire, the compliment sending a flush of heat coursing through you.

He hadn't dreamed of this moment happening like this, but it didn't matter now. As his lips descended toward your skin, placing a teasing kiss on your upper thigh, he knew it was the perfect way to start his payback.

The sensation of his lips against your skin made you shudder, a contented sigh escaped you as your head tipped back, the long build-up of sexual tension between you two making this moment feel almost surreal.

He blew a warm, teasing breath over your slick folds, the sensation sending electric tingles up your spine. You shuddered as a moan escape as he lifted his head back up to see your blushing state.

His crimson eyes locked onto yours, his lips brushing your core. You gasped, hips arching as his tongue flicked, slow, deliberate, setting fire to your senses.. A pleased groan sounded deep in his chest, his grip tightening. His tongue ran up the full length of your slit before circling your clit.
Your eyes rolled back, the overwhelming pleasure sending your senses into overdrive.

"Oh, God, yes." The words tumbled from your lips, breathless and desperate, your core melting into a molten pool of bliss.

Each moan that escaped you seemed to fuel his hunger. Sukuna's hold on you was firm, steady as he devoured you, hot and relentless. Your hips bucked against his mouth, desperate for more of the intense pleasure he was giving you. It was one thing to feel what he was doing, but seeing his face—so focused, so full of want—made it electrifying.

His tongue thrust inside you slowly, and your soft whimpers turned into louder moans, as your eyes roll back. He chuckled darkly, clearly enjoying the sounds he was pulling from you.

"Mmmmh~Good boy," you managed to moan, though your voice was shaky from the intensity. You smirked through the pleasure, a teasing glint in your eyes. "Who knew you'd be so submissive?"

He shot you a sharp glare, his pride stung by the taunt. Without missing a beat, he dove back in, redoubling his efforts, determined to show you who was really in control. His hands tightened on your thighs, and he buried his face deeper, determined to make you eat those words.

Your back arched, hips grinding against his mouth as waves of pleasure washed over you. The satisfaction coursing through you was undeniable, and the sight of Sukuna—a man so powerful, so intent on making you feel this good—was almost too much to handle.

With a ragged breath, he pulled back slightly, the cool air hitting your heated skin. His hands slid down to grip your thighs, lifting them over his broad shoulders. Every movement was slow, deliberate, as if he was savoring the moment before his mouth descended once more, tongue teasing your slick folds before plunging deep.
Your body reacted immediately, arching upward, uncontrollable moans spilling from your lips as his renewed fervor drove you deeper into euphoria.

"Aah... th-that... mhmn!" you cried out, toes curling as his tongue worked you over, twisting and flicking in ways that had you teetering on the edge of climax. The pressure inside you was building, the tension coiling tighter and tighter.

Sukuna spread your folds with his fingers, juices already glistening over his mouth as he continued his relentless assault on your senses. The pleasure was so intense it blurred your vision, narrowing your entire world down to the sensation of his mouth on you.

"Ah! S-Sukuna!" you gasped, your head falling back as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you. It felt like the world was spinning, the intense sensations not letting up for even a moment.

He slid a finger inside you, pumping in time with his tongue, the dual stimulation sending you spiraling toward the edge. Your fingers tightened in his hair, pulling him closer, urging him on as you neared your peak.

"Sukuna," you moaned, voice dripping with lust as you felt him explore every inch of you.
That sound—your voice, drenched in pleasure—had him groaning against you, the vibration adding to your already overwhelming sensations. He was completely lost in you, your taste, your scent, the sounds you made driving him wild.

It was like you were drunk. Your brain began swimming in the pleasure. You felt extremely hot. Desperate to alleviate the warmth , your release the grip on his hair, your fingers fumbled with your top, pulling it over your head to bare your chest to him. His eyes widened slightly, tracing the soft curves of your body, drinking in every detail as if it were the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen. He'd imagined what you looked like under your clothes countless times, but the reality was even better than his fantasies.

The intensity of his gaze made your body burn. The way he looked at you, like he was ready to devour you whole, sent shivers down your spine. You clenched around his finger, your body reacting to his every move.

Your beautiful figure arched against the soft, plump cushions, as if you were a goddess floating among the clouds. In that moment, you were Sukuna's dream—something he wanted so dearly to devour and keep only for himself—something he'd never imagined when first arriving to this house. Your skin was gleaming with sweat, the warm, glittering sheen accentuating your stunning features. Everything about you was perfection to him.

"Fuckin' beautiful," he muttered, pulling back just slightly, his lips wet with your arousal as he stared up at you, his breath hot against your sensitive skin.

You bit down on your lip as your hands moved to your breasts, teasing your nipples with your fingers. His gaze locked onto the movement, feeling his cock twitching painfully in his pants.
He was on the verge of losing all control.

He'd never seen such a sexy sight, your head back with eyes closed, moaning his name, your hair strands covering your flushed cheeks. He wasn't sure how long he'd be able to keep himself from simply fucking you senseless right then and there.

His nose brushed your clit, sending a sharp jolt through your body, your hips arching in response. This was exactly what he wanted, and he savored every last drop of your reaction.
Your fingers tangled in his damp strands, pulling him closer, his low grunt vibrating through you as you felt your orgasm build.

"Fucking hell!" Sukuna growled, pulling back just enough to catch his breath. "Calm down and wait for me to move," he teased, his tone dripping with smugness. "You like teasing me, so I'ma do the same shit to you." He was playing with you, knowing full well that he could take whatever he wanted from you—but he wanted to prove a point.

He pulled away from your aching, dripping core, a wicked grin spreading across his face as your body tensed, reaching out to pull him closer, the instinct to finish too strong to resist.

You stared down at him, biting back a frustrated whimper, knowing you were under his mercy. The way he hovered so close to your heat, yet refused to give you what you craved, was killing you inside. He was messing with your mind, and made it almost impossible to sit still, forcing a groan out.

"Oh, come on!" you moaned, pleading, your hips thrusting forward in desperation. "Don't be a fucking jerk!" Your frustration only made him smirk wider. "You know exactly how close I am!"
He chuckled, low and dark, eyes tracing the curve of your body. You were naked, glistening, and needy—a mess, and all for him. This was exactly how he wanted you.

"Aww... does Princess regret messing with me?" he teased, his dominant smirk flashing as he dipped his head closer, his hot breath brushing against your aching core. "You think you can talk shit and get away with it?" he taunted.

A cute pout formed on your lips, and you pulled his hair harder, making him snarl, his sharp canines on full display. The dominance radiating from him only made you more desperate, more aroused.

Sukuna's patience was wearing thin. You'd pushed him far, but there was something else flickering in his chest—something possessive, something dangerous. His grip on your thighs tightened just a little more, pulling you closer as his control slipped further away.

"P-please..." The word escaped your lips, soft and almost too quiet to catch. But he heard it. Oh, he definitely heard it.

Sukuna's grin widened, satisfaction flooding his system. There it was—the submission he'd been waiting for, the crack in your defiance.

"Look at you," he sneered, voice low. "Begging already." His words dripped with arrogance, but the fire in his eyes told a different story. He was losing control—just as much as you were.

Your anger flared. "Fucker..." you growled. "Shut up and keep going." You yanked harder on his hair, desperate for more.

He hissed in response, the sting only fueling the tension between you. His hand shot out, gripping your wrist with enough force to make you pause. "Fucking brat," he growled, his voice carrying a dangerous edge.

For a moment, the two of you locked eyes, the intensity between you sparking with dark intent. Then, with a swift motion, he let go of your wrist and stood, his eyes never leaving yours as he pulled down his pants.

Without breaking eye contact, Sukuna let his pants fall to the floor, revealing his thick, throbbing cock. He stroked himself slowly, precum already dripping from the tip. The sheer size of him made you pause—a nervous laugh bubbling up as you realized  he could probably kill you with that thing if he wanted to.

His chest swelled with pride. His lips curled into a satisfied grin as he watched you admire his size, recognizing that the nervous chuckle was merely a front.

Your gaze trailed over the ridges of his muscular abs, following the sharp lines of his v-line that led down below his hips, pointing to a masterpiece that sent a flutter through your core at just the thought. It was one more reason you were always drawn to him—he was irresistibly captivating in every way.

What's wrong, sweetheart?" Sukuna's grin widened as he pumped his cock, his tone low and dangerous. "Where's that smartass mouth now?"

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What's wrong, sweetheart?" Sukuna's smirk widened as he pumped his cock, his tone low and dangerous. "Where's that smartass mouth now?"

"Y-you've got to be at least seven-inches," you babbled nervously, the heat in your cheeks rising, eyes practically bugging.

You felt breathless, giddy and completely dumbfounded—unable to peel your eyes away. His perfect body—god-like physique and powerful aura, it was almost intimidating.

His grin grew smugger at your reaction, amused by the rising shyness and admiration on your face. His plan to make you crack worked a little too well. His punishment would probably scare you, or worse: traumatize you. Not a problem, he'd deal with it later.

"Nah, nine-inches, princess. Exactly what a King should have."

You gulped. His voice was delicious, demanding all sorts of attention. You craved it. The deep, gravelly notes were like honey, his arrogance echoing behind, drawing your interest more. His overconfident cockiness sent shudders through your body, teasing your senses without even touching you.

You wanted this—but the size of him, the reality of it, had your nerves spiking. He didn't seem to notice the hesitation in your eyes, though. Without warning, Sukuna leaned in, he captured your lips in a forceful searing kiss, his smirk still playing at the corners. The taste of yourself on him sent a jolt of heat straight to your core. You moaned into his mouth as his tongue slipped past your parted lips to swirl with yours, the kiss so deep, so intimate, his hunger became clear. He pulled back, admiring the dazed look on your face—eyes hooded, pupils blown wide.

"You weren't so quiet a minute ago," he growled, voice dripping with mockery. He spread your thighs easily, his tip brushing your clit, your hips arching instinctively into him. The friction sent a wave of heat through you, but before you could react, his hand pinned you down with ease.

He teased you mercilessly, rubbing himself against you but not pushing in. His face contorted with restraint. He would normally want to pound you senseless and be rough, but this moment was perfect and even better. He would do to you everything you did to him and much worse.

You squirmed beneath him, desperately try to coax him inside you."Please! Sukuna."you gasped, unable to stop yourself from begging.

His brow lifted in amusement. "Impatient, princess?" He lazily nudged the head of his cock against your entrance, just enough to tease. "You're already dripping, and I've barely started."

"F-fuck you," you whispered, hating the weakness in your voice.

"Well," he replied, a smug grin spreading across his face."I could, but it's more fun this way," A low chuckle rumbling from his chest as he watched your eyes widen.

"Nooo," you groaned, struggling against the words. "Stop teasing and just fuck me already."
His teasing was pure torture. You were on the edge, so close, but he wouldn't give it to you. He leaned in, his breath hot against your ear. "I'm gonna fuck that pretty face first, and if you're good, maybe I'll reward you."

"That what you get for being a brat, you won't get it so easy." His eyes traveled up and down your body, entranced by how delicate and small you appeared beneath him. The thought of manipulating your tiny figure turned him on even more.

Your hips jerked at the crude promise, and his gaze darkened with lust as he stepped back, admiring you. "Damn...You really have a gorgeous fuckin body." he muttered, stroking his cock as his eyes roamed over your body. His cock twitched in his hand, and you could see the effect you had on him.

He took a moment to admire you. Damn, you were something special. A malicious smile tugged at his lips as dirty thoughts flooded his mind, his body aching to ravish you. But it would be a lie to say that he wasn't nervous himself, a faint blush lingering on his tanned cheeks. He breathed heavily, his heart thundering in his ribcage as his arousal surged. He had never experienced a rush like this before and he didn't want to waste a moment.

But instead of relief, you felt frustration gnawing at you. He wasn't giving you what you wanted, and he knew it. The way he was taking his time—playing with you—was driving you mad. You shot him a pout, shifting deliberately so your breasts bounced, hoping to coax him into action. His smirk widened.

"Feisty as ever," he chuckled. "But you're not in charge here." His voice dropped, commanding, and your pulse quickened. "Get on your knees." he ordered, his voice dropping to a dangerous, commanding tone that made your heart skip a beat. His eyes were dark, full of a promise that made your core clench with need. Slowly, pumping his cock, in drawn out the movements and watching your face.

"Now," he snarled, the heat in his voice enough to make you quiver. He would only repeat the command once, and if you chose to disobey—to test his boundaries—his punishment would only get harsher.

You hesitated, the defiance still flickering inside you, but before you could say anything, Sukuna grabbed your arm, pulling you roughly to your feet. His strength always took you by surprise—not enough to hurt, but enough to show you who was in control.

With a rough motion, his arm locked around your waist as he pulled you flush against his chest, a threatening look flashed in his eyes. "Brats who don't listen get punished." His other hand slapping your ass hard, drawing a hiss out of you. Then he did it again. And again, and again. The rhythm was so addictive to him, it hurt so much you struggled to stand.

A pained yelp escaped your lips, but before you could scold him, his mouth crashed against yours. The forceful kiss was harsh, bruising, sending your brain swimming. You moaned against him, clinging desperately. Everything around you spun as Sukuna swept you up in his passion, kissing you like he'd never have the chance again. The warmth of his chest pressed against your skin, your nipples brushing against hard muscle, while the weight of his arousal sent a dizzying heat spiraling through you and it wasn't long until you felt your knees getting weak.

Breaking the kiss, Sukuna's breath ghosted over your lips as he pressed his forehead against yours. He took the opportunity to breathe in your scent—sweat and sex mixing in an intoxicating blend.

"Now, you know I didn't fucking stutter?" His voice was deep, sending a shiver down your spine. "Get on your knees, Y/N."

Slowly, you sank to the floor, coming face to face with his cock. Your heart raced as you glanced up, meeting his gaze. His eyes gleamed with satisfaction.

"Good girl." His voice was thick with lust as he moved closer, his cock bounced heavily as he tapped his dick against your soft, pillowy lips, smearing his precum across them. His control was absolute, and you were his plaything now.

You gave his cock an experimental lick, the size and taste overwhelming your senses. His groan was immediate, spurring you on. Running your tongue along the thick veins, you savored the musky scent, kissing along his length before taking the tip into your mouth, drawing out moans from him.

It was degrading, but the sight of it and the feel of it against your lips, was exhilarating.

"Mmm...that's a good fucking girl." Sukuna rasped, his eyes half-lidded as he watched you. "Now open wide."

You hesitated for a second before your lips parting slowly, and he groaned low as you struggled to take him in. The heat of his cock against your tongue sent a thrill through you, his taste fully invading your senses.

"Fuck, you look so cute like that," Sukuna rasped, his thumb tracing the corner of your mouth as you struggled to adjust to his size. His praise shot straight to your core, making you wetter, the weight of him heavy on your tongue, intoxicating. The discomfort didn't matter—you wanted to please him.

Your tongue swirled around his tip, teasing his slit before sucking him deeper. Sukuna's eyes fluttered shut, his smug smirk never fading as he let the sensation wash over him. He pulled back slightly, tapping the head of his cock against your lips before sliding back in.

The sounds he made—the raspy, husky moans, the growls in his chest—went straight to your core.

A wave of pride swelled in his chest, powerful and intoxicating. The way you submitted to him, your small form under his complete control—it gave him a high he hadn't expected. He throbbed against your tongue, growing impossibly hard as he watched you struggle to take him.

Your jaw ached, his thick shaft filling your mouth completely. Sukuna's gaze remained fixed on you, dark and lustful. He reached for your hair, gripping it tight as his cock twitched inside your mouth. He groaned low, his voice gravelly, as your throat tightened around him, sending a flush of heat up his neck.

"Mmm~," you moaned around him, the vibrations traveling along his length, making his hips jerk involuntarily. A guttural growl ripped from his throat.

"Holy fuck..." Sukuna gasped, the sensation pushing him closer to the edge. He thrust slowly at first, controlling the rhythm, but each shallow movement tightened the coil in his belly—but he was determined to make this last, to punish you for teasing him earlier.

He glanced down at you, your lips wrapped tightly around him, and the sight sent a twisting sensation through him— It was indescribable feeling happening to him again, an emotion he kept trying to push down. Maybe it was because someone as special as you looked so damn beautiful on your knees for him and was giving yourself to him.

Or maybe he'd finally lost his mind. Whatever it was, it wasn't anything like he'd ever experienced with any other woman.

A blush on his face increases as he watches, his member twitching and throbs slightly. This feeling was a thousand times more intense, and it confused him, yet made him crave you even more. It wasn't like you to tease him relentlessly, provoking him every chance you had. Yet, that attitude, it only intrigued him more. He wasn't falling for you. At least that's what he told himself, anyway.

"You like this, don't you?" he growled, breathless. "Taking Daddy's cock like a good girl."

You looked up at him through heavy lashes, your cheeks hollowing, nodding slightly and sucked him deeper. His head snapped back as a shudder tore through his body, a soft "Ahhhh" escaping his lips.

"Shit..." he moaned, the pleasure thick in his voice. He began to fuck your mouth, his thrusts quickened, deeper now, almost urgent, groaning as excitement built. "Fuck..." Sukuna muttered to himself, His eyes became heavier, half-closed, trying to resist the urge to cum.

You felt his body tense, his warm, wet cock filling your mouth as your hands trailed up his muscular stomach. He pushed your head harder against him, forcing his cock deeper, your nose pressed against his pelvis as his tip brushed the back of your throat.

His eyes darkened with every inch you took. You pulled back, gasping for air, a thin thread of saliva connecting you to him.

"Fuck, Y/N..." Sukuna rasped, thrusting deep again, filling your mouth to the brim. The ache in your throat became secondary to the arousal building between your legs. You moaned around him, his cock pulsing in your mouth, cutting off your air as you tried to take all of him.

He shuddered, his release building dangerously quickly, forcing him to pull back. With a growl, his eyes narrowed down at you, as if in warning. The grip of your lips tightened around the head of his cock and sucked. His eyes closed as another gasp tore from his throat, the sound ending in a pleasured whine, so unfamiliar to him, yet so erotic.

"Shit.. stop or I'm going to cum. He hissed through clenched teeth.

The moan escaped his lips again, the vibration teasing the head of his sensitive member, and with that, Sukuna pulled away.

"Ngh, not yet." The grip on your hair loosened, and he ran his fingers along your jaw line.
You sat there, gasping for air Your throat scratched raw, taking in heavy breaths.

He held your jaw delicately, tracing your lips with his thumb.

"K-Keep your hands behind your back."he commanded, a nervous tremor in his voice. You obeyed, holding the position. He felt a deep, unexpected ache in his chest as he watched. You looked up at him, so sweet and submissive.
"F-fuck..." the curse fell from his lips as he stared, his mind spinning. "Stay like that and open your mouth." Sukuna ordered.

He gripped the base of his shaft, pausing just long enough to let your wide eyes meet his. The thick head of his cock brushed your lips, the heat radiating from him making your breath hitch. He slapped his shaft against your tongue, the wet sound filling the room, then with a swift motion, took hold of the back of your head and buried himself deep into your mouth.

He pushed all the way in, satisfaction dancing across his face as he deep-throated you, stopping just short of choking you as tears welled in your eyes. He chuckled wickedly at the enraged noise you made, clearly reveling in your suffering. But beneath that satisfaction, something stirred—guilt, hesitation. He pushed it down—he had to. This was about payback.

Your hands shot out from behind you pushing against his body, your nails digging into his thighs as tears streamed down your face, the mixture of sensations drawing moans and whimpers from you. Sukuna's breath hitched, the pleasure threatening to undo him as his eyes slid shut.

"Keep your hands behind your back." He commanded again.

You glared up at him through your lashes, hating how much you loved his cockiness, he smirked down at you, fully aware of the effect he was having. With great effort, you slipped your hands around to your back again, your whole body shaking as his thick member stretched your lips.

"There you go," he coaxed, his voice husky and dark. His thrusts pick up speed, his cock sliding all the way in, the tip of his cock slamming against the back of your throat. The sounds you made—gagging, gasping, tears streaming down your face—only fueled his pleasure.

You gagged again as your jaw went slack, the muscles tight with strain.

Sukuna abruptly pulled back, letting you breathe for a moment. Your chest heaved, desperate for air, before he thrust himself back into your mouth. You whimpered, trying to breathe as he held your head firmly, thrusting relentlessly.

"Mmmm! Ah!" you moaned around his cock, the intensity was driving you mad. His grip tightened, forcing you to take him deeper as your vision blurred. Each time you tried to pull away, his grip held you firm, only allowing you brief seconds to breathe before he plunged back into your throat. His grunts filled the room, primal and raw, as his pleasure took over.

You watched as his head tipped back, lips parted with pleasured gasps, his face contorted as if in ecstasy. He moaned shamelessly as his thrusts grew rougher. The way his brow was furrowed, the pure bliss etched in the contours of his face, the sweat trickling down his neck and chest, the slight tremble that took hold of his body; it was mesmerizing, intoxicating.

"Fuckin hell Y/N...," Sukuna growled, his voice laced with ecstasy as he watched you lose yourself to him. His thrusts grew erratic, his breathing heavy as he neared his climax.

"Let's fill that pretty mouth up." His breaths became deep, and his grunts became louder.
He pressed on the back of your head, plunging violently down your throat. His hips bucked one last time, and with a loud, throaty groan, Sukuna came, filling your mouth with hot, salty cum.

You choked slightly as the thick liquid hit the back of your throat, but you swallowed, not wanting to waste a drop. He stayed inside you for a moment, watching with dark satisfaction before pulling out slowly, his eyes still locked on yours.

"Shit..." he muttered, pumping a few more times, shooting the last of his cum onto your flushed cheeks. The warm, sticky substance dripped down onto your breasts.

Your eyes widened in shock as the last remnants of his cum landed on your face. It was degrading, humiliating—and yet, undeniably hot. You had finally made him lose control, and that gave you a twisted sense of satisfaction.

Sukuna stood above you, chest heaving, admiring the sight before him with dark satisfaction as his cum dribbled down your flushed cheeks. The look on your face—tear-streaked, panting—only fueled his ego.

A small drop of drool hung from your lips as you tentatively licked up some of the cum with your tongue. The sight alone made his cock twitch again, his arousal far from fully sated.

A cocky smirk tugged at his lips as he admired his work. It's an incredibly beautiful scene to look at, a smirk crossing his lips as he gazed down at you. His mind flashes back to when your smug expressions and personality you had when he first met you.

He let out a slow, satisfied sigh, chest still rising and falling as he took in the moment. The rush of satisfaction slowly began to subside, replaced by something more complicated—that warm feeling setting uncomfortably in his chest again as his gaze lingered on you.

"Fuck..." he muttered under his breath, his voice softer than before. You quickly looked away, cheeks flushed, unable to form a coherent response in your shock.

His eyes trailed your body, taking in every inch of your naked form, his gaze lingering on your breasts. Sukuna wasn't shy as he reached out, pinching your nipples between his fingers before giving one a teasing slap, watching as you jolted in response.

A soft moan escaped your lips, your nipples hypersensitive from his touch. You leaned back against the couch, trying to steady yourself, feeling his intense gaze on you, leaving no part of you unnoticed.

He lowered himself to meet your gaze, your eyes glassy and dazed, and his own gaze locked onto yours with a sultry intensity. A faint smile tugged at his lips as he studied your expression.

You wiped your face, embarrassment blooming in your chest as you tried to recover some sense of control. But his crimson eyes were unwavering, their intensity sending a shiver through you despite the humiliation. You cursed under your breath, turning your head away. "Stop staring."

"Look at me," Sukuna commanded, his voice low and authoritative. Instinctively, you froze, unable to disobey as you found yourself caught in his powerful gaze, utterly entranced.

Your heart raced as you met his eyes again, your expression soft and submissive. The smug smirk that settled on his handsome face made your pulse quicken, as if you were under a spell. He stood over you, his stare never once leaving you, the tension between you thick and undeniable.

"Goddamn..." he growled softly, his tone lingering in the air as he drank in the sight of you. His face remained unreadable, but you could see something shifting behind those eyes. He sighed, the heat of the moment taking a backseat as his mind drifted. Sukuna closed his eyes, as if battling himself, uncertain of what to do next.

"Maybe..." he started, the word hanging heavy between you as though he were afraid to finish the thought. He ran a hand through his hair, standing up slowly.

You swallowed, your stomach fluttering with nervous anticipation as you watched him with a mixture of curiosity and shock. This wasn't the same dominating Sukuna that had just used you so roughly. There was something more to this, something you didn't expect to see.

He fell silent, the heat in his gaze shifting to something deeper, something almost uncertain. You blinked, drawn into the intensity of his crimson eyes, your heart pounding as if you could sense the battle raging inside him.

His gaze lingered on your face, the conflict in his expression unmistakable. His mouth opened, but he hesitated, swallowing before muttering, "Nevermind,"his voice gruff, unwilling to face whatever stirred inside him. "It was nothing, just... I wish I had my phone to record it, " he lied.

"But that's ok you're definitely going to love what I have planned next," he said, his voice returning to its devilish tone. That wicked, sexy smirk that crossed his lips should've been illegal. You blinked, shaking yourself from your daze as the weight of what had just happened hit you fully.

The afterglow of his orgasm made him cockier than ever, and you could see it in the way he carried himself. His cum still dripping down your face was proof of his victory.

A shudder ran through you—not just from the humiliation, but from the burning arousal that still pulsed through your veins. Your own wetness dripped down onto the hardwood floor, your body aching for release. Sukuna's eyes followed the trail of your hand as it hovered dangerously close to your needy center, a sly smile creeping onto his face, his eyes half-lidded.

"Are you gonna do something about this?" you snapped, voice trembling with both anger and desire. Wanting him to desperately to finish what he started.

For a moment, his smirk faltered, a flicker of something deeper crossing his eyes. But just as quickly, his familiar grin returned, infuriating as ever.

"Hell no. I ain't doing shit," he laughed, his wicked grin spreading as he watched your frustration grow. "Consider it payback for all the shit you put me through."

This was exactly what he wanted—to leave you hanging, needy and desperate, just like he had been. Your fate was sealed the movement you pulled his hair, trying to command him like a damn dog.

Your teeth clenched as you fought back your anger. But beneath the fury, the need for him still simmered, undeniable and relentless. How could you want him so badly after everything he'd just done? You hated him. But more than that, you hated how much you wanted him.

"You can't leave me like this," you growled, your voice thick with frustration.

"Oh, but that's exactly what I'm going to do, princess. You made me suffer; now it's your turn." His grin only widened, knowing how much he was getting under your skin.

"B-but, that's not—" you stammered, but the words died on your tongue, leaving you fumbling for a response. It felt unfair that he had reduced you to this—weak, needy, and desperate.

"Actually, how about this..." Sukuna murmured, a new thought seeming to cross his mind as his tone shifted. He leaned down, pulling you up and settling you back onto the couch. His hands spread your legs apart, and the cool air brushing your entrance made you shiver. His eyes darkened with satisfaction as he motioned for you to touch yourself.

"You want it that bad? Then make yourself cum for me. Show me how good of a girl you really are," his commanded sending a shiver through you.

Your breath caught in your throat. "What? Why? You already came... You're really going to just watch?" You growled, feeling extremely bothered by this new turn of events. The frustration built up, staring at his still-throbbing member.

"Yeah," he snorted. "As a matter of fact, I am." Sukuna grinned widely, clearly loving this more than anything. His sadistic side thrived on seeing your angsty reactions.

He clicked his tongue and narrowed his eyes, his gaze piercing. "Don't pretend that's not turning you on," he teased, his voice low, thick with dominance.

You glared at him, your frustration growing by the second, incredibly annoyed that this man was willing to end the fun with just a blowjob, not caring to finish off yourself. His dominance was always a turn-on, but now it was being used against you in the worst way.

"Go on," he said, voice firm yet teasing, "Do it."
He wanted nothing more than to ravish and consume you, but it was the principle of teaching you a lesson that kept him holding back. He was truly an asshole, and he couldn't help it.

The control he held over you was addictive.
You glared at him, your defiance flaring up. "Hell no!" You clamped your legs together, before standing, glaring up at him with all the fury you could muster. He was a fucking tease, and you hated how much power he held over you.

A low growl rumbled from Sukuna as he realized how angry you were.Before you could storm away, his large hand caught your wrist, yanking you back, and pulled you against him. His arms wrapped tightly around your waist, pressing your body flush against his. His hard length nudged between your legs, teasing your slick folds.

You gasped. Your body betrayed you, responding to his touch. "Oh my—" The words cut off as his hips rolled forward. His cock brushed your clit, then slid lower, settling between your folds. The friction was delicious and sent pleasure up your spine.

You cried out as his strong hands kneaded your breasts, massaging gently before applying more pressure. The sensation drove you wild, your juices coating his cock as he teased you.

A dark chuckle rumbled from his chest. "Like that, sweetheart? There's more where that came from, if you follow directions," he growled, his lips brushing your ear as his deep voice sent shivers through you. "Now, do what Daddy told you."

The tone of his voice was dangerous, smooth—leaving no room for disobedience. You could feel the heat flood between your thighs at his words wrapped around you, but you chose to continue with the facade of being annoyed with him. It seemed easier that way.

"No way," you sneered, though the sarcasm was weak. Your refusal wasn't entirely convincing, but you hoped he'd buy it. "Now, let me go."

Sukuna raised an eyebrow, clicking his tongue in disapproval. His grip tightened slightly, his body betraying his desire to keep you close. His fingers twitched at your waist, something deeper than lust flickering in his eyes for just a moment.

He hesitated, his smirk faltering. The idea of letting you walk away gnawed at him, though he wouldn't admit it—not even to himself. His crimson eyes softened for just a second before his arrogance masked it again, a dangerous smirk reappearing on his lips.

The warmth of your body pressed against his, your defiance, your presence—it stirred something primal in him. Something possessive. Letting you go wasn't an option he liked, but he knew he had to maintain control.

For a fleeting moment, it felt like he might pull you closer, but he shoved down that impulse, unwilling to show any weakness. "Fine," he murmured, forcing himself to release his grip on you. His hands lingered just a little too long, his fingers trailing down your waist before finally letting go.

You moved away, turning your back to him. "Why are you so mad? You started this," he said, irritation creeping into his voice.

You felt a pang of disappointment as the warmth of his body left yours. But you wouldn't let that show. The truth screamed in your mind—you shouldn't have let him take control, but you couldn't bring yourself to regret it. The taste, his deep voice, everything had been exhilarating, but damn him if it hadn't gotten your core sopping.

"Shut up," you snapped. "If you're going to keep teasing me, I'm done." You covered yourself with your arms, trying to keep some semblance of dignity. Your face was twisted in frustration, but his eyes were still devouring every inch of you, admiring your curves with infuriating satisfaction.

Your plump ass was tempting, already imagining you bouncing against his hips as your sweet pussy wrapped around his cock as he gave you continuous backshots. How many times had he dreamed about the things he wanted to do to you? Far more than he'd like to admit.

His fingers twitched at his sides, desperately wanting to reach out, to press his body against yours again, but he couldn't give in to those urges, not yet.

"Asshole," you muttered, still covering up as much as you could as you headed toward the stairs. "You're going straight to hell, where you belong," you added, flipping him the middle finger.

Sukuna chuckled as he adjusted his boxers, watching you retreat. "Enjoy being alone, sweetheart—pent up, desperate, and thinking about all the dirty, nasty things I could've done to you,"he taunted, his voice thick with arrogant satisfaction. "Maybe next time, if you're good, I'll let you finish."

You froze on the stairs, glaring back at him with rage. "Shut the hell up, Sukuna," you hissed, barely able to keep your voice steady.

"Funny," he snorted, eyes gleaming with amusement. "I remember hearing you beg for me to keep going just a few moments ago. Seeing how wet you got from sucking my cock..." His smugness sent waves of anger and something else through you—something you hated to admit.

Without another word, you stormed upstairs, fury and embarrassment coursing through your veins. You hated how right he was. That cocky smirk, the arrogance—it infuriated you. But damn it, the way your body betrayed you, the way he looked at you like he owned you—it made you want to strangle him, but it also made you want him more.

-

Sukuna chuckled to himself as he plopped down on the couch, the sound of his own laughter filling the now-quiet room. The satisfaction of victory buzzed through him—he'd finally gotten the upper hand, pushed you to the edge, and teased you mercilessly. Yet, as the silence settled, a nagging thought crept into his mind—a small, irritating sense of guilt he wasn't used to. He'd won, but something didn't sit right.

He groaned, his head falling back against the cushion. What the hell was happening to him?
This was supposed to be simple like away. A detached relationship with his client. Sukuna wasn't supposed to care. Not about you. Not about anyone. Or so he thought.

A heavy silence settled over him. Weakness wasn't his thing. But the guilt gnawed at him. How annoying. He couldn't hate you anymore. For the longest time, you'd been a thorn in his side—feisty, stubborn, driving him insane. But something had shifted. He'd begun to care, and that frustrated him to no end. Part of him knew he was dragging both of you into something more complicated.

Even as he came earlier, the satisfaction felt hollow. Something was missing, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake it. The warmth in his chest only grew heavier, despite how much he resisted.

You consumed his thoughts—your scent, your softness, the taste of your lips. Oh, those lips... so plush, soft, and full. Ever since that moment you'd tried to seduce him, he hadn't stopped thinking about kissing you again. It had easily become his favorite thing to do.

He sighed, a faint smile tugging at his lips. As much as you irritated him, somehow, you'd gotten under his skin, leaving him craving more. That was the real problem.

What started as a purely physical attraction had become something else, something deeper—and it terrified him. You'd taken his rough treatment, fought back, and instead of pushing him away, it made him want you more.

He couldn't deny that his feelings for you had grown stronger, despite how irritating you could be. It had gotten to the point where he felt a strange loneliness when you weren't around. Even when he acted like a brute, your feelings for him never seemed to waver, and that chipped away at the walls he'd carefully built over the years.

This was different. Unlike anything he'd ever felt.

This vulnerability—it wasn't something he was used to. Yet here it was, creeping into his thoughts. He wouldn't admit it, not even to himself, but you'd been on his mind for a while now. You had this magnetic pull, something irresistible. The banter, the fire between you two, had blossomed into something more. Though he preferred to express his feelings through actions, it was clear—you'd become far more important to him than he'd ever anticipated.

He hadn't meant to care this much. But somehow, despite everything, you had him.

"Damn it, Y/N," he muttered, rubbing a hand over his face. You'd turned the tables without even realizing it, leaving him with a confusing mix of anger and something softer—something he hated.

For a brief moment, he wondered if you felt the same.

Every time the two of you spent time together, these feelings grew more intense.

Sighing deeply, he closed his eyes, trying to push away the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside him. Yet, despite it all, he had to admit that you'd gotten to him. You'd worked your way in, and he hated it. But at the same time... he craved more.

His fists clenched as he replayed the moments you'd shared—how your body fit against his, the taste of your lips, the way your defiance turned to submission under his touch. And looking into those beautiful eyes, knowing deep down that he wouldn't have had it any other way. Or watching you laugh, blush, and the way you let your guard down around him, as if he you completely safe around him. The way your personality, wit, and fierceness had flipped his life upside down.

His feelings lingered as he finally rose to his feet, deciding the least he could do was clean up the mess he'd made—and maybe talk to you later. He stood, grabbing the bottle of whiskey, pouring himself a shot, realizing for once in his life, he didn't know what to do.

-

By the time you reached your room, the frustration was unbearable. Slamming the door, you let out a scream of pure anger. You weren't supposed to end up like this—a needy mess with his cum on your face and no release. It pissed you off. Scrubbing your skin, you tried to wash away his scent, but your body still craved him. You hated it. The thought of his big dick stretch your tight walls.

You cursed yourself for letting him leave you like this. You craved his touch, wanting nothing more than to sit on his face and eat you out until you couldn't think straight. His mouth was truly perfect for such things, and you now knew it for a fact. He could literally throw you down, and you would allow him to do whatever he wanted because he was that sexy, that irresistible.

But you weren't going to give in so easily. Not after what he'd just done. No matter how much your body ached ride dick and drain him dry, you weren't about to let him win.

"Dammit," you grumbled, jumping into bed and throwing a pillow over your face, muffling the scream of frustration. "I hate him so much," you muttered, but the ache between your legs told a different story.

With a deep breath, you tried to push him out of your mind, but his face, his voice, his touch—all of it rushed back, refusing to leave.

You sighed, pulling the blanket over yourself. You knew you'd have to take care of yourself tonight, but this wasn't over. Not by a long shot. You'd turn the tables on him, and he'd be the one suffering next time.

Because sexual frustration wasn't the only thing fueling you—it was spite.

Was it petty? Absolutely. But you'd never been one to shy away from a little pettiness, especially when it came to winning a game like this.

You were the Queen of Pettiness, and you wore your crown proudly. He thought he'd won, but he underestimated you. This was far from over. You were already plotting his downfall and the next move would be yours. The next time he'd see you, the tables would turn—and he'd be the one begging.

Oh yes, you'd make him regret what he'd done to you.

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You locked yourself away in the safe haven of your room, feigning exhaustion to avoid the world—especially Sukuna. After he left, sleep finally claimed you, the stress of the day leaving you drained.

You hated Sukuna, but part of you still longed for him. He'd done a number on your throat, and as much as you hated to admit it, you wanted more. You wanted him to want you. The tension between you two was undeniable, but you weren't going to give him the satisfaction. He'd pay for leaving you hanging.

-

A few days passed, and despite your best efforts to ignore Sukuna, the tension only thickened between you and Sukuna. The lingering glances from across the room, and subtle shift in his expression whenever your eyes met.

This morning was no different. As you padded into the kitchen, the cool marble seeping through your thin socks, you distracted yourself, searching for your notebook to work on your speech.

However, when you reach the kitchen, the scent of freshly brewed coffee hit you. A steaming mug was already waiting beside the coffee maker. You hesitated. Sukuna? He never did anything thoughtful.

Cautiously, you sniffed the coffee, half-expecting a trick. But no, just the aroma of freshly brewed coffee.

"What the hell...?" you muttered, your brow furrowing. Was this his way of apologizing? You laughed at the thought. Sukuna? Apologize?

Still, you took a sip. The warmth spread through you, calming your nerves. He'd added too much creamer, but it was drinkable.

"Not bad," you muttered to yourself, though the small gesture unsettled you.

Sukuna's voice cut through the room. "No thanks? Not even a kiss?"

You looked up to see him enter the kitchen, his eyes locked on you. You looked away, focusing on your coffee, but you felt his gaze burn into you.

Sukuna couldn't look away. Despite his own frustration, the memory of your last encounter played in his mind—yes, your body, but also the way you teased and challenged him with every word, the way you looked and responded when he finally dominated you.

It was all too vivid, too intoxicating. He needed you, wanted you again,  but here you were continuing to ignore him and the thought was driving him insane.

"Seriously?" Sukuna leaned against the counter, frustration clear in his voice. "We're really pretending nothing happened?"

You kept your tone light. "It was just a blowjob. Guys like you probably get those all the time. So yeah, nothing happened."

"Bullshit," Sukuna growled as he moved closer, grabbing a stool and straddling it. His muscular arms flexed as he leaned in. "You're not going to stand there and say it was nothing?"

Something twisted in your chest, but you played it cool. "Sorry, we were just horny. That's all."

"That's it, huh?" He repeated your words, a teasing lilt to his tone. "Are you sure about that? I bet you're still pent up 'from not getting any, and still want my big fat c-"

"Okay, okay, I'm gonna stop you right there," You held a finger up and then waved him off, staring into your coffee to keep your face from turning pink. "Look, regardless of what happened that doesn't change the fact that you were a fucking jerk last night."

You paused, staring into your coffee before looking up at him again. "You should know me well enough to know I'm not the type to play that shit," you continued, your voice wavering slightly. "Besides, you're the one who told me it's just business, remember?" It was a cheap shot, but you didn't care.

He hesitated, before letting out a frustrated sigh and ran a hand over his face. "Yeah, well..." Sukuna hesitated. "I haven't changed my mind," he grumbled, gaze flicking away as a dark flush crept up his neck, his frustration poorly masking something deeper.

Sukuna couldn't deny that he had told you multiple times that you were just his client.

"That's what I thought," you muttered, feeling a wave of relief that he didn't push further.

A thick silence settled between you, both avoiding each other's gaze. The air between you felt heavy, as if it could snap at any second.

"So... No hard feelings, right?" Your voice softened, unsure now.

"Why the fuck would there be?" He looked up, his gaze sharp but different—a hint of vulnerability, maybe. "You were convenient. Just another girl I got to fuck with."

However, you weren't just any other girl—not to Sukuna...not anymore. But, he needed to cover his feelings.

His words stung. "Convenient? Really?"

"Exactly," he shot back, covering up the truth.

You couldn't help but retaliate. "Bold words from someone like you."

"What the fuck does 'someone like me' mean?" he snapped. "I told you what it was. You made it clear yourself." His voice dripped with bitterness. "So yeah, it was just a blowjob," he spat. "Not sure I'd call you good either, sweetheart." the words felt hollow. Even he knew better, but this was him at his most toxic. He watched your reaction, the hurt that flashed in your eyes before you glared up at him.

Something snapped in him. Memories of all your time together flashed in his mind—every touch, every moan, the way you challenged him. His true desires, the feelings he couldn't suppress, all crashing in.

You froze. "What did you just say?" The words tumbled out as you started to regret what you said and coming down here in the first place.

His head tilted slightly, gaze sharp. "You know you heard me. Does that upset you, princess?"

"Shut up," you snapped, your control slipping. "This is why I can't stand you. One minute you avoid me, the next you say some shit like this. I can't believe I ever had any interest in you."

"You don't deserve my affection or attention," you continued, voice trembling with anger. "And you never will."

For a second, Sukuna's smirk faded. He could feel the truth behind your words, but he wasn't ready to face it. Silence stretched between you as he finally sighed, raking a hand through his messy hair. He could decide what his reply would be, almost wishing he could just pull you into his arms and make that passion go somewhere else. Instead, he doubled down.

"Who said I wanted your affection. Sorry, it wasn't special, princess," he said coldly. "Neither are you. All I need was a warm mouth and a wet pussy. Sure, your pouty fucking lips were great. But that's about it." His voice was colder than usual, his words deliberate,"You were lucky I gave you any time at all."

"Neither are you," you sneered. "I can get anyone I want. So, fuck you and your ego."

"Is that why you're still single," he sneered, not willing to let you have the last word.

"You're pathetic." you hissed, your voice sharp.

"So, the fuck what?" he fired back, his jaw clenched. Tension filled the space between you.

Several seconds of tense silence passed. You wanted to lash out, to throw more insults at him, and tried not to imagine strangling him. But, something held you back. There was no point—you both knew what this really was. No matter how hard you tried to deny it, you could see through him as much as he could see through you.

"I don't get you, Sukuna," you said finally, your voice quieter.

"Neither do I," he shot back, his voice sharp. "You're fuckin' confusing."

Sukuna tilted his head slightly, that infuriating smirk curling across his lips. "I bet no one's ever handled you the way I can—With that body, but uptight personality. Can't imagine anyone wanting to deal with your ass."

Your eyebrows shot up, disbelief mingling with anger. Why had you even started this? You wondered why you ever thought engaging with him was a good idea.

"Why are you so concerned about my sex life?" you shot back, your voice thick with sarcasm. "Getting curious, are we? For the record, you haven't 'handle' me. You wish you could." You raised an eyebrow, smirking as you continued, "We both know no one in their right mind would deal with your shit. I'm sure the only way you can get a woman is if she's drunk enough or on a street corner.

Sukuna's patience was thinning, but his grin stayed in place as he took a slow step closer,"I'll let that comment slide," he growled, his voice low and commanding. "But trust me—I'll get my chance." His tone was threatening, each word punctuated by the power behind it. "Once you learn how to shut your fucking mouth." His eyes darkened, and he leaned in slightly, his presence almost suffocating. "You'll see what a real man is like soon enough."

You wanted to scream in frustration. How did this man manage to go from downright sexy to insufferable in a single instant? It was maddening, and yet, it was part of the reason you couldn't quite pull away.

You tilted your head, letting out a slow breath, the confusion creeping into your expression.

"Sukuna," you whispered, meeting his gaze. "I think I should keep my distance we're just... incompatible."

Sukuna's eyes flicked to the coffee cup in your hand, watching the way your fingers fidgeted against it. You knew he could sense your nervousness, he knew you liked him; it was obvious. The way you tensed around him, the playful banter, the teasing—it wasn't just lust.

His crimson eyes locked with yours, and for a brief moment, there was no lust, no teasing—just a softness you rarely saw from him. "Doesn't feel that way sometimes," he added, almost as if he was talking to himself.

A strange sadness settled in your chest, and you dropped your gaze to the coffee.

"Something wrong, sweetheart?" he asked, his tone casual, but you could hear the concern beneath it.

"No... everything's perfect," you replied, though the bitterness in your voice betrayed you. His gaze lingered on your face as if trying to read you.

"Sure." There was no snark, no sharp edge to his response—just a single word that carried the weight of unspoken things.

The silence hung thick between you, both of you too stubborn, too prideful to lower your guard. The attraction was undeniable, and it was only getting stronger.

Sukuna's hand twitched at his side, as if he wanted to reach for you, but he held back, letting out a rough sigh instead. His eyes flicked over your face, searching for something.

Sukuna's words replayed in your head as he stood across from you, his gaze burning into yours. Part of you wanted to throw your coffee in his face—he was infuriating, smug. But another part of you—the part you tried to bury deep—was dangerously drawn to that same arrogance. You hated him. But did you?

Sukuna hesitated, his eyes narrowing slightly as if debating whether to speak at all. His lips twitched before he finally muttered, almost begrudgingly, "You're... really fuckin' pretty, you know." It was quieter than usual, the arrogance in his voice tinged with something softer, more unsure.

You blinked, unsure if you'd heard him right.

You stared at him, searching his eyes for some trace of his usual arrogance, but for once, you found none. It was strange, disarming, and for a brief moment, you didn't know how to respond.

"W-what? Did you say I was pretty?" Your heart skipped a beat.

There was a pause as you looked at him.

"I've told you before. Maybe you were too busy running your mouth to notice," he replied, his tone still curt, but there was an underlying tenderness he couldn't quite hide. If he were honest, he'd call you gorgeous, beautiful—something far beyond 'pretty'. But, right now he didn't have the balls to admit that.

You shot him a skeptical side-eye, unsure of how to process his words. He chuckled lightly, sensing your doubt, but his usual confidence seemed to falter, even if just for a moment.

His lips pressed together, but his eyes held a different story."I'm sure you've had prettier women than me," you added, testing the waters, feeling the sting in your words as you waited for his reaction.

Sukuna chuckled softly, shaking his head. The grin on his face faded almost instantly, as if some darker thought crossed his mind. "Not even close." His voice held a challenge, his crimson eyes fixing on you, and you could feel his gaze like a physical touch. Heat rose to your cheeks.

"Trying to woo me now, are we?" you quipped, though you couldn't hide the faint flush spreading across your skin.

His lips quirked, his expression softening. "No need."

"No need? Really?" you asked, though the racing of your heart betrayed your calm façade.

"Don't get me wrong, babygirl," he said, his gaze unblinking and serious. "I don't do relationships. Nor get attached to anyone, but..." his voice dropped, the playful smirk returning, "...if I was gonna go down that road, you might be a top contender."

"Just might?Ha, I'm flattered," you replied, raising an eyebrow, trying to play it off. He was smooth, too smooth, and you knew he could get into your head if you weren't careful.

"Take it or leave it," he grinned, clearly enjoying your attempts to brush off the growing tension between you.

You turned on your heel, the tension almost unbearable as you began to leave the room. "Hard pass, honey," you said flatly. "I'm sure you'll find someone better... especially after everything you said."

It took everything in you to walk away, but part of you was thrilled. Let him stew in his words, let him realize he'd put himself in a corner.

The two of you were so infuriatingly similar that it hurt, but he would never admit it. The thing he loved most about you was also his least favorite. You had a temper and pride that matched his own, an impulsive, stubborn nature. Still, something about you was so unique that he craved your presence, even when he wished otherwise.

You barely made it few steps before Sukuna grabbed your wrist, pulling you back forcefully. Before you could react, his lips crashed against yours, stealing your breath.

The coffee mug slipped from your hands, crashing to the floor in a loud shatter. But you barely noticed it over the rush of sensation as Sukuna's arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. His kiss was fierce, his lips hungry, devouring you as if he had waited far too long to do this again.

Your body betrayed you, melting into his embrace, the heat between you impossible to ignore. His tongue brushed against your lips, demanding entrance, and without thinking, you opened up for him. The kiss deepened, greedy and raw, and a soft moan escaped you before you could stop it. He tasted just as you remembered—sweet whiskey with a hint of minty smoke, intoxicating and dangerous.

Your fingers gripped the sides of his shirt, steadying yourself as the intensity of his kiss left you lightheaded, heart pounding against his chest.

Every barrier you had put up against him crumbled in an instant. The defiance, the stubbornness—it all fell away, leaving behind only the undeniable desire that had been simmering between you for far too long. His kiss was a storm, and you were caught in the middle, helpless against the tide of emotions surging through you.

Just as you started to lose yourself in the moment, Sukuna abruptly pulled back, leaving you breathless and disoriented. You stood there, stunned, as his lips hovered just inches from yours, his hot breath fanning across your face. Your lips tingled, still swollen from the kiss, and you could feel the ghost of his touch lingering there, making you crave more.

Sukuna's smug grin twisted your gut. "You were saying...?" he murmured, voice low, eyes gleaming.

Your pulse quickened. "I think, I need some space," you muttered, though your body hummed from the kiss, craving more despite your words.

Sukuna's smirk faded as he cupped your cheek, leaning in for another kiss. But this time, there was no force, no hunger—just softness, a gentleness you hadn't expected from him. His lips brushed against yours, softer this time, as if asking for permission rather than taking it. The warmth of his breath mingled with yours, and for a brief moment, the tension melted away, replaced by a tenderness that left you breathless. His kiss was slow, careful, as if he was giving you time to push him away, to say no. But you didn't. Against your better judgment, you found yourself leaning into him, craving more.

"Look," he started, his voice softer as he pulled back. "Earlier..." He paused, the usual cocky edge gone. "It's not just business." The vulnerability in his eyes lasted only a moment before his mask slipped back on, but it was enough. "I know you probably think I'm an asshole, but—"

"Asshole. Egotistical, self-centered jerk, actually," you interrupted with a sharp tone, but a hint of a smile softened the blow.

Sukuna chuckled softly. "Yeah, that too," he admitted with a reluctant grin before his expression grew serious again. "But I don't see it that way anymore."

You stared at him, heart fluttering unexpectedly. His vulnerability disarmed you. "Sukuna...," you said softly, placing a hand on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. "I think we both need to cool down and figure out what we're feeling. This situation is... complicated."

There was no question now that things had crossed into new territory you weren't prepared for—territory you weren't sure you wanted to navigate. Not now. Not when the wounds were still fresh, the sting of his earlier words still lingering.

He sighed, his shoulders relaxing slightly as he nodded. "Fair enough," he said quietly, stepping back and loosening his hold on you, giving you the space you had asked for, though you could feel the frustration still simmering beneath the surface. As much as he hated to admit it, you had a point. The situation between the two of you was a mess, and he knew it. The sexual tension was one thing, but navigating whatever else was happening between you? That was another.

His hands dropped, the warmth of his touch fading too quickly. You forced a smile, rubbing the back of your neck. "I should... finish that speech," you muttered, stepping away. Your foot landed on a shard of broken ceramic, sending an immediate shock through your leg and up your spine.

"Fuck!" You stumbled back, tripping over yourself and barely catching your balance. A hiss of pain escaped your lips as your foot throbbed from the sharp sting of the ceramic sticking out of your skin. With an irritated huff, you leaned down to yank the shard out.

It wasn't deep enough to need stitches, but it definitely called for a bandage and a few hours of discomfort.

You hopped over to the nearest stool, pulling off your sock with a wince as a streak of blood ran down your foot, dripping onto the marble floor.

Sukuna rolled his eyes at your dramatic scene, sighing before disappearing from the room. Moments later, he returned with a first-aid kit and a towel.

You watched in silence expecting him to be rough or dismissive, but when he crouched in front of you, there was a brief pause, as if he wasn't sure how to start. His hand gripped your ankle firmly, but the way he lifted it onto his knee was careful, almost hesitant.

"Don't get the wrong idea," he muttered under his breath, focusing intently on the cut. "This doesn't mean I'm going soft." His fingers traced the edge of the wound, and his touch was gentler than you'd expected. The cut wasn't deep, just messy, but every touch sent a wave of tingling warmth up your leg and into places far less innocent than the bottom of your foot. Your eyes followed his every move, the muscles in his arms flexing and tensing as he worked without a word.

Briefly, his eyes flicked up to meet yours. That quick glance felt almost... intimate. His usual sharpness was gone, replaced by something softer, something you hadn't expected to see from him. You shifted under his gaze but couldn't tear your eyes away.

He finished cleaning the cut and smoothing some ointment over it, carefully wrapping your foot in gauze and securing it with a bandage. Once done, he glanced up at you again, gauging your reaction. You wiggled your foot slightly, testing his handiwork.

"Well... good work, Doctor Sukuna. You're probably the worst fake-doctor I've ever had, but thanks," you said, sarcasm lacing your tone but genuine gratitude hiding beneath it.

He rose, gathering the materials in silence. You hopped off the stool, wincing as your foot hit the ground with a sharp throb. You caught his eyes on you, flickering between your face and your foot.

"I'm fine, seriously," you said stubbornly, scrunching your nose from the pain as you limped toward the staircase.

Refusing to look back, you struggled up the first few steps, gripping the railing awkwardly as you hobbled. As much as you didn't want him to see you struggling, you had barely made it three steps before you felt his presence behind you, amusement radiating off him.

"Such an independent woman, aren't we, princess? Sure you don't want daddy's help getting up the stairs?"

You rolled your eyes, biting back a retort. The ache in your foot worsened with each step, but you kept pushing through it, determined not to give him the satisfaction.

Sukuna let out an exasperated sigh, stepping in without warning to scoop you up into his arms, lifting you bridal-style. The suddenness made your heart lurch, but you didn't fight him. It felt nice—his strong arms effortlessly carrying you, his scent filling your senses, the warmth of his body pressing against yours.

But God, you hated every bit of it.

You huffed in annoyance but let him carry you all the same, knowing it was pointless to argue with him.

Your cheeks flushed with warmth as butterflies stirred in your stomach, especially when you looked up at his face. His eyes were already on you. Something in them had changed. His gaze was softer, gentler, like he actually wanted to protect you.

He paused at the top of the stairs, his face growing pinker as the awkward silence stretched between you two. You hesitated, unsure whether to break the silence or let it continue. Without thinking, your fingers brushed against the tattoos etched along his jawline. He stiffened at your touch, but his eyes flicked to yours as you traced the pattern.

"They suit you, y'know?" you murmured.

"What does?" His voice low and husky.

"Your tattoos," you whispered, your thumb caressing his jawbone as if admiring the beauty of the ink. Sukuna stared down at you for a long moment, something unreadable flashing in his eyes before he continued walking.

When the two of you finally reached your bedroom, he nudged the door open carefully. Despite everything—the arguments, the tension—the moment felt undeniably romantic. But neither of you would admit it.

He set you down gently on the bed, the movement so delicate that it caught you off guard. The sweet smile you shot him in return must have surprised him too, as his usual confidence seemed to waver for a split second.

His heart fluttered, though his grin returned to mask it.

"Why are you treating me like I'm helpless?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

For a moment, Sukuna froze. His cheeks were dusted with a light pink that almost went unnoticed.

"Shut up, woman," he grumbled, more out of habit than irritation. "You need to stay off that damn foot until it stops bleeding."

You snorted, covering up a giggle, his sharp stare boring into you. But the softness in his gaze betrayed him.

"Worried about me, huh?" you teased softly, though the tension between you both was still too thick to fully relax. Sukuna frowned, pushing you back onto the pillows, but his touch lingered, betraying the frustration he refused to admit.

"Y'know you didn't have to take care of me," you added, your voice quieter now, almost uncertain.

Sukuna turned away, trying to seem unaffected. "Yeah, yeah," he dismissed, though his tone wasn't convincing.

"Someone must have a crush~" you teased, noticing the faint flush that crept up his neck. His jaw clenched in response, but he didn't deny it outright.

"No, I don't," he snapped, his answer too quick and too defensive to be believable.

"Don't lie. You want my love~" you laughed, noting how the blush on his face deepened as his usual cocky façade faltered. "I mean, I'm desirable, can't really blame you."

"Woman," he growled, struggling to maintain his glare.

Surprisingly, he didn't even deny it this time, which left you momentarily stunned. Maybe you were getting under his skin. He was only trying to preserve his pride, you knew that much.

"Oh my god," you gasped, ignoring his warning glare. "You love me!" You couldn't help but smirk mischievously.

His glare darkened, eyes narrowing. "One more word," he threatened, stepping closer.

"Is that why you call me 'princess'? Because deep down, you know I'm perfect for you? Though, let's be real—if we ever got together, I'd have to do most of the ruling as Queen. You'd make a terrible king with that attitude."

"How the hell do you come up with this shit?" he groaned, rolling his eyes. "Aren't you supposed to be a smart politician? You should really be more mature and responsible with your words."

He grinned, enjoying your taunts—the familiar energy between you two felt natural, comfortable even. Neither of you was ready to dive deep into what was really happening, but the banter? That was something you both fell into effortlessly.

You leaned back with a cocky smile, waving the statement away.

"Politics is just one part of my life. It doesn't make me and being a smartass is a bonus," you quipped, tossing him a wink. "Besides, I'm not working right now, so..." You shrugged. "If you don't like it, I can ignore you again. Though you seemed to hate it these last couple days." You looked up at him innocently.

The look on his face confirmed your suspicion—a hard glare, but something softer gleamed behind his expression. Hidden admiration.

"Tch." he sighed heavily.

You stuck your tongue out. "Yeah, thought so."

Neither of you wanted silence. And you both knew that too well. You were threatening him with the very thing he had done to you when you first arrived at the safe house—ignoring and isolating you. But now, the situation was different. Back then, you were strangers, purely on business. Now... feelings were involved, and that made it far worse.

" Y/N. If we did happen to get together... you'd be the worst fucking wife. Hell no. I can barely handle the current position I'm in right now," He rolled his eyes at the word. "With you on my ass the whole damn day. It's already torture."

His comment caught you off guard. But more importantly: what were the strange, fluttery feelings in your chest at the thought of really being with him? And calling him yours? And Wife?

"Did you really just say wife?" You squinted, not believing what you heard.

Sukuna flinched at his own slipup but pretended he didn't hear you. "No. That's besides the point," he groaned, throwing his head back in annoyance.

"So, we skipping girlfriend, do you love me that much that you can already see me being your wife, huh? Did someone's imagination go wild while he was thinking about me~" You smiled knowing you struck a sensitive nerve, seeing the displeasure flash across his face.

He slowly crawled on top of you. A dominant aura loomed over him. You stiffened, leaning back, biting back a squeak as you scooted back a bit further. He stalked towards your vulnerable form until he towered above you.

You swallow thickly at the sudden shift, your pulse pounding as his large hands planted on either side of you, trapping you between his powerful body and the bed.

He studied you, thinking how you were always too much of a smartass, too cocky for your own good. That had been clear since the day he met you. But, it's what earned you a seat at his table, but also, possibly, the biggest asshole he'd have to deal with in a very long time.

He didn't react, just looked down at you. As much as he wanted to take things further, Sukuna knew the smarter move was to hold back. But Sukuna couldn't stop thinking about those moans you let out when he ate you out. The image burned into his mind forever, how he could make you become putty just with his tongue...he wanted to do more, have more of you—all of you.

God, he loved those sounds. His head dipped into the crook of your neck, inhaling sharply as a low groan escaped him. The sound made the heat rush between your thighs, as did the feeling of him brushing his nose against the spot right beneath your ear.

"Fuck.." His voice was rough in your ear, nuzzling against the space. "you're tempting...you know that?" Sukuna rasped, his fingers gripping your hips in a way that made your breath stutter.

Both of you were standing at the edge. You knew where this could go—another argument or, worse, another hot, dominating sexual encounter.

But honestly, the second option didn't sound too bad—The thought of Sukuna, using you like a toy as he got both of you off. That made your thighs clench together with a wet heat.

But, it wasn't time for that. Sure you could tease each-other, but doing anything remotely more—you couldn't handle him hurting you again. So, for now, you would keep your distance until you felt he redeemed himself from what he said earlier.

"W-wait a minute, Sukuna. Stop." You had to be strong and keep your desires at bay. This was probably another trap, and you weren't falling for it, but that didn't mean you weren't affected. Your heart was hammering in your chest, and it was only getting harder to resist his touch.

He hesitated, grunting in acknowledgment and slowly untangled his body from yours, watching you intently as you closed your eyes and took a deep breath before looking up at him with a weak glare.

"Did you forget what just happened between us downstairs?" you muttered, "I'm still mad at you," you added, though part of you wasn't so sure anymore.

His eyes locked onto yours. The fire behind them betrayed the storm of emotions swirling inside him. You both looked away. You still needed space. The air between you was thick, electric. He knew better than to press his luck.

He was being sincere when he told you 'it wasn't just business anymore', but he knew that would be hard for you to believe with the current circumstances.

Things had happened too fast, feelings developing without either of you meaning to, without a warning or anything. Of course you weren't ready. Neither was he.

"Yeah, I fuckin' know." He grumbled, sounding a little too annoyed for your liking.

"Thanks, though, for uh... this and being my doctor, but I can't let you off the hook yet." you reminded him softly. " You're still an asshole."

This only seemed to agitate Sukuna even further. He started to snap but kept himself at bay, choosing not to continue an argument that wouldn't end well. "Yeah got it. Rest, okay, princess."

He stood, his movements slow, reluctant as he began walking toward the door. His mind was on you even as he tried to push it aside. But then, your voice stopped him mid-stride.

"Wait, Sukuna."

He turned back once more, glancing over your face for a second. "What?" He asked, his eyes narrowing.

"Really, thank you for this and the coffee. You didn't fuck it up too bad, you know." you joked, propping yourself onto your elbows, smirking.

You caught a glimpse of him as he turned away from you, noticing the small smile on his lips, before slamming the door, his voice trailing.
"Yea, don't mention it."

For a moment, the tension between you seemed to soften, the frustration giving way to something warmer.

As his footsteps faded, you sighed, sinking into the pillows. This definitely wasn't a good idea—Sukuna wasn't the sort you ought to get close to, the attraction growing between you was already dangerously powerful—but you couldn't help but enjoy the fluttery feeling in your heart. You hated him—didn't you? But the way he touched you... Maybe hate wasn't the problem.

Your stomach clenched at the thought of Sukuna, you realized—this wasn't a crush. No, this is a very, very dangerous infatuation.

Even though you still weren't ready to accept it, a quiet voice in the back of your mind whispered: 'Just give him a chance.'

...and maybe he was worth it. Maybe.

🌸-

Sukuna stormed into the bathroom, a string of curses falling from his lips as the door slammed behind him. The steam rose, clouding the mirrors as hot water cascaded over his tense muscles, but it did nothing to ease the frustration clawing at him. He braced his hands against the cool tile, his head hanging between his shoulders.

Why the fuck can't I control my feelings?

It was you. No matter how many times he pushed it down, how many times he swore he didn't care—everything came back to you. Every argument, every teasing glance, every touch. You had gotten under his skin, and it was driving him insane.

His fingers twitched as thoughts of you flooded his mind. The way your lips felt wrapped around his dick, the soft warmth of your mouth making him lose control. Fuck. To him, it wasn't just about lust anymore, it was more. You were more.

The tension grew unbearable, and with a low groan, he gripped his hard length. The need to relieve the pressure building inside him took over as he began to stroke himself, the tension in his muscles tightening further.

His mind drifted back to that night—how he should have fucked you when he had the chance. Now here he was imagining—your body bouncing on his cock, those perfect tits in his hands as you rode him, those sweet moans falling from your lips. God, he could almost hear you now, begging for more.

His hand moved faster, the heat from the water mixing with the fire in his veins. He could feel you—your pussy, wet and tight, milking him as he thrust into you over and over, harder each time, pushing you to the edge.

Fuck. His grip tightened as he cursed under his breath, his release building too quickly. His teeth clenched as the fantasy consumed him, and with one last stroke, he came hard, the pleasure washing over him in waves that left him breathless. But the satisfaction was fleeting, the emptiness quickly returning.

The shower water washed away the evidence, but it did nothing to ease the hollow ache gnawing at him. Sukuna's hand dropped, you'd done this to him. He was screwed—and he wanted you more than he'd ever admit.

He regretted everything. Every harsh word. Every attempt to keep you at arm's length. It was all a fucking mistake.

But Sukuna knew you. You were petty when you were angry, and you weren't going to forgive him easily. He wouldn't beg—but the thought of you pushing him away again made his chest tighten. He chuckled bitterly at himself, the truth weighed down on him.

He really care about you. The realization hit him harder than expected.

Even if you pushed him away, even if you kept playing your games, he'd still be hooked. He was in deeper than he thought, and he didn't know how to pull himself out of this mess.

The best thing he could do now was play it cool. He needed to find a way to fix this mess without losing himself in the process. For now, he reminded himself why he was really here.

To do his job. Both literally... and figuratively.

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A couple of hours had passed, and Sukuna was still restless. Even after the shower, the heavy feeling in his chest refused to fade.  He needed a distraction—something, anything, to keep himself from thinking about you. But being stuck in a safe house meant there wasn't much to do.

Sukuna sat quietly in the living room, looking lost, uncharacteristically disheartened. His arm hung loosely over the back of the couch, muscles tensed as he slumped.

His phone vibrated, breaking him out of his trance. Yuji's name flashed across the screen. Sukuna straightened, shaking his head to regain composure before sliding his finger across the screen.

"Yo, brat. What is it?" Sukuna's deep voice carried a hint of irritation lacking his usual bite. A part of him wished his brother hadn't called.

"Hey, how's it going?" Yuuji was quick and clear. His brother didn't reply immediately and Sukuna let his head fall back as he released a deep and frustrated sigh. "What's wrong?" his younger brother continued with a cautious voice.

"Nothing much. Can't wait for this contract to end. You?"

He was obviously lying. Sukuna's tone was low, grumbling.  Even so, something didn't feel right to Yuji.

"Bored, kinda. Megumi's dealing with his dad's usual shit, apparently he's ready to come back in his life but it turns out he's just broke after spending all his money on scratchers and betting on sports again. Nobara went shopping with a friend. So... yeah. Just the usual." Yuji chirped.

"Great, not surprising. Why did you call, brat?"

"Just checking in. Didn't think you'd stay with a client this long. I thought you hated long contracts?"

"I do... but this one's a special case, I guess."

"So... who's the client?"

Sukuna chuckled dryly, taking a slow breath before answering. "A woman. Undetermined time. The pay's good." His voice was raspy, lacking energy, and dripping with annoyance.

Yuji paused. "She hot?" he asked, half teasing.

"Gorgeous."

"Damn... doesn't sound so bad," Yuji joked.

"Trust me, it's not as easy as it sounds," Sukuna growled, his tone growing colder.

Yuji went silent for a beat. "That bad, huh? Something go wrong?"

"Yeah. She's fucking infuriating. Biggest headache ever. Stubborn as hell, always fighting back." His frustration spilled out, each word thick with tension. "Shits a fuckin' mess..." he muttered to himself, throwing an arm over his face. He couldn't tell Yuji but he was already in way too fucking deep. You were already everything to him.

"She sounds like you... minus the gorgeous part."

"Fuck off." Sukuna almost smiled, but it quickly faded.

"So, what kind of mess?"

"The one between me and the senator—Y/LN." Sukuna let out another frustrated grunt, trying not to choke on his words. "She drives me crazy, man. Can't keep my head straight. We didn't even fuck, and yet the way she is—" He caught himself before saying too much and swore under his breath.

"Woah woa wait, what!?" Yuuji said in disbelief. "You gotta tell me what happened now!"

"Damnit!" Sukuna hissed, feeling the heat rise to his face. "She's sexy as hell, and she's smart. I fucked up, and now I can't even get close to her. We kissed and messed around—"

"Wait you actually talk to your client and went so far as to mess around?" He could picture the surprise on Yuji's face at that one.

"Shut the fuck up, asshole."

Yuji burst into laughter. "Hold up—this is the senator who had an assassination attempt on her?" His tone shifted, more serious now.

"Yeah."

"Wait...you fucked her? Seriously, Sukuna!?"

Sukuna groaned, rubbing his face as tension built. The silence that followed felt suffocating.

"No, motherfucker, didn't you hear me? She's impossible to handle." He sighed, the frustration more bitter now.

A burst of laughter could be heard from the phone. It didn't annoy Sukuna like it usually would because deep down, he knew it was justified. He laughed bitterly to himself, sighing as he stared at the ceiling.

"Holy shit... You? This is golden... Man, a woman you can't tame. Too bad I wasn't there to witness it, ha-ha..." Yuji said, the joy and excitement evident in his voice.

"Ugh," Sukuna groaned again.

"Wow. What were you expecting?"

"I don't know, man," Sukuna rubbed his face, the burning feeling still fresh on his skin. "She frustrates the hell out me, but it's more than that. She's sharp. And challenges me every fuckin time—she doesn't back down, like when she made me actually stop and listen for once. But, I didn't expect her to just brush everything off like nothing happened, you know?"

"Brush what off? What happened? Are you fucking mad 'cuz you didn't fuck her?"

"It's not just that," Sukuna muttered, annoyed at how easily Yuji saw through him.

"Okaaaay?..." Yuji pressed.

"What?" He stated in an exhausted tone.

"I can sense there's something else, just by the way you are talking."

"..." Sukuna stayed silent, frustrated, irritated.

Yuuji made the most of it, asking again. "Come on man, I don't have all day..." He laughed, totally aware of Sukuna's uneasiness and pettiness.

"Fuck you..."

"Hey! I'm your brother! You're supposed to tell me these things."

"Fine, you persistent little shit..."Sukuna muttered and gave in. "The chick is fuckin perfect. She has this.. Ugh, man, look.. I am really losing my fuckin' shit here."

"Holy...sorry, could you repeat that again? I think I didn't hear you right?..." He couldn't hold back his mocking snort and Sukuna's frustration flared, feeling cornered. He let out another frustrated groan, regretting ever having answered the phone.

"I like her, okay? Goddammit!" Sukuna snapped, the words bitter on his tongue. "There, are you happy? You little fucker!"

Yuji was now laughing on his side.

Silence filled the air. Sukuna stayed silent while Yuji continued to laugh before speaking again, it was a relieved voice that broke through. "Oh man, now that is the good shit. Pff..." A fit of laughter erupted from the other line and Sukuna couldn't decide whether to feel mad or glad that at least, his brother hadn't laughed him into an empty void.

"Are you fucking done?" Sukuna growled as Yuji made a little bit of noise and wheezing, probably catching his breath.

"Since when do you care about relationships? What happened to 'pump'em and dump 'em'?" Yuuji spoke out, calmer.

"I don't fucking know... I can't understand what I'm thinking either, alright? Maybe she has some kind of fuckin spell on me...The hell if I know! You're asking me, of all people."

"Okay, okay... Don't flip out on me. Maybe...and hear me out.." He tried his best not to laugh.
"It could be true lov—"

"Don't fucking go there..." Sukuna growled.

Yuuji cut him off, his voice more firm and his words calculated. " "Do you like her for her looks, or is there something more?"

The question caught Sukuna by surprise.

The question hung in the air between them, the answer not being the one that was obvious enough. Yuji understood his brother to a 'T'. And his brother always seemed to put his head over his heart.

It was unusual. Sukuna was never like that with people—with strangers. And never got emotionally attached, to anyone.

Yuji was patient as he waited. A small smile appeared on his lips. It was strange—he'd known his brother his entire life and had never heard him talk so much. So whatever was happening between him and this woman had to be serious.

"I.." Sukuna started hesitating. "That's a good question." He had to think hard. Why was it so hard? His answer should come naturally.

"I don't know, but the crazy part about everything is ... even when we get into heated arguments, she still gets me going. Man, that woman is driving me crazy and shit... I thought I hated her at first...now I can't even go a minute without seeing her" Sukuna stood from the couch, heading to the kitchen. He grabbed a bottle of vodka and poured himself a shot, letting the burn calm him.

"Oh wow. I gotta meet this girl," Yuji said, genuinely enthusiastic. "But honestly, bro, it sounds like more than a crush or something physical, bro... And she's the first woman I've ever heard you refer to as gorgeous. And the fact that you aren't drunk or haven't even fucked her? That's like, telling, if you know what I'm getting at!" Yuji's smile turned more serious.

"Yeah, she's perfect—except for her stubborn ass attitude. Sukuna slumped to the countertop, resting his forehead on his palm. "Every time I try to talk to her, I just make things worse."

"Did you... try to be sweet or something. You know, showing her you actually care or like her?" The younger twin asked.

"Yeah...," Sukuna muttered, still a little unsure if his gesture that morning was well received. "I think I did."

"What do you mean you 'think', asshole!?"

"I made her some coffee and then there was a fight that morning and... I lost it! I didn't mean it, I swear...it's just that she can be too much, man. That fuckin' mouth...you wouldn't understand it." Sukuna let out a resigned sigh. His chest hurt. "Sometimes I want to strangle her a little...or maybe a lot.." He growled lowly, chuckling sarcastically at his stupidity and shook his head. "But then I fucking miss her and she's right fuckin upstairs.."

"Coffee? Seriously? That's not gonna cut it, dude. You gotta step your game up..."

"What did you expect? How am I supposed to do...relationship stuff...??" Sukuna poured himself another drink, sipping on it quietly.

"I'm not an expert on relationships, but... I do have a girlfriend, if I may add..." Yuji started, making a dramatic pause to annoy his brother further. He held the suspense for a moment longer before speaking again. "Try being nicer, ya know, like a gentleman. Girls secretly like that.

"She's not girly, though..."

"Trust me, most women are deep down. You have to show her that you give a damn'!"

"Fuck you, I helped with her foot earlier, asshole," He answered. "It's not my fault she's a firecracker, goddamit," he growled, massaging the bridge of his nose in frustration, remembering those words you spat at his face.

That's a start." Yuji's playful tone eased back. "But grow some balls, try to be decent with your words and intentions, be nice without coming on strong. Figure out what she likes, what she needs."

Sukuna let out a frustrated groan. "Fine." He wished things had been different. But he didn't hate the feeling, yet the thrill was overwhelming.

Yuuji was a damn lifesaver for an ex-gangster like him. In reality, they were the same person, but Yuuji had always been more compassionate and easier to make connections with. People adored him, and despite the bad influence of a delinquent like him, his younger sibling hadn't let him ruin him. In fact, his eyes still gleamed with innocence, he was determined to get what he wanted and enjoy life.

Maybe it was Sukuna's pettiness; however, he never regretted the tough love he'd provided in his teen years. They both would agree, tough love was better than none.

"You're not seeing it, man. If she's fighting you this hard, there's more to it than you think. I've seen it before. Girls like her—they don't just push back for fun. She's into you, Sukuna. Maybe even more than you realize." Yuuji interjected confidently and excitedly.

Sukuna didn't respond at once; in fact, it had seemed like he'd missed the comment. Yuuji cleared his throat, bringing him back. "I mean you said you guys kissed...did she kiss back? She let you have your way, I assume...Even though you have a habit of treating the women you have casual sex with like shit. I wouldn't be surprised."

He hated he was actually listening to his brother's advice.

"Yeah, she kissed back," he mumbled absently. "More than once, actually. But she was upset because I left her hanging after she gave me a blow job. Shit happened and now she's been avoiding me for a few days before the argument this morning."

"Why the fuck would you do that?!" his younger brother groaned.

"Fuck...I don't know," Sukuna complained bitterly, scoffing. "You don't know how much of a fuckin tease she is. She puts me through shit."

"Fine," Yuuji said with a smirk, voice filled with mirth. "Anyway, that explains why you are losing it so bad. From what I've gathered, the woman seems worth it, though. Who knew you, of all people would be trippin' over a girl. Good for you, bro. I'm rooting for you."

"You're lucky you're on the phone and not standing in front of me right now." Sukuna threatened before sighing. "But ya thanks..."the older male agreed with his brother, realizing it was stupid not to acknowledge the fact. "Anyway, I got work to do."

"Hey, after this contract's over, come over for dinner. Bring your girl. I wanna see this in action!" Yuji teased.

"Fuck off!" Sukuna snapped, but there was humor in his voice.

"Call me if shit hits the fan. I've got your back."

"Yeah, yeah, thank you and shit..." He muttered. "And I fuckin' owe ya..." he added, actually thankful for once.

Sukuna ended the call, tossing his phone aside.Trying to recollect the whole situation, he tossed the phone back on the couch, ran a hand through his spiky hair, and let out a loud growl. The knot forming in the pit of his stomach was about to break. He had never felt so confused about a woman before. But you were different, and he didn't understand the full extent. He wanted to take it slowly and be smart this time. It was all new. A few days and one single phone call couldn't change it all, could it? He wasn't sure anymore.

It had been an exhausting day for him, in every sense of the word. His emotions were high; frustration, anger, lust. He couldn't cope with any of that. At least not on his own.

Sukuna paused to make a quick mental decision. He wasn't going to let this fester another day. If he waited any longer, he'd end up saying something he couldn't take back. It was time to face her, no matter where it led—whether he could fix this or end it for good. Either way, he wasn't going to stay in this limbo any longer.

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Sitting in bed, you tapped away on your laptop, your half-finished speech glaring back at you. Writing came easily, but editing? That was the real battle. Ohhh, how you missed your editor—she was a godsend. After typing a few more words, you groaned and slammed the laptop shut. Your spine cracking as you stretched, seeking some relief. Fresh air. That's what I need.

Climbing out of bed, you winced at the dull ache in your foot. With a muttered complaint, you threw on a bikini top and shorts, grabbing a towel to take advantage of the warm day. Maybe get a tan even—hopefully.

You hobbled downstairs, cursing softly with each step.

Near the bottom, your foot slipped, and you yelped as you slid down the last two stairs, landing with a thud. Great.

"Goddamn it!" you muttered, shooting a glare at the offending step.

"Graceful as ever, Princess," Sukuna's low chuckle drifted from the couch. He barely opened one eye to watch you before closing it again.

"Shut up," you grumbled, pushing yourself up. Sukuna lounged lazily on the couch, the TV flashing a "Still watching?" prompt, a tablet in hand, and a drink on the table.

"What're you doing?" you huffed, irritation creeping into your voice.

"Working," he mumbled, cracking one eye open lazily. "Or at least I was, before you got here." He rubbed his eyes, dragging his hand down his face. The weariness softened his features, but his calm remained.

You scoffed, eyes drifting over him—legs spread wide, a loose white shirt, gray joggers, and that annoyingly perfect tousled pink hair. He looked too damn adorable, and you hated that it made your cheeks warm.

"Working my ass," you teased, crossing your arms.

He stretched, a lazy grin forming. "What're you doing back down here? Miss me already?"

The air was different—tense, but the pleasant kind. Sukuna's arms draped over the back of the couch, his posture completely relaxed. His face was passive, his eyes hooded and warm, watching you with a neutral expression.

"Please," you muttered, suddenly self-conscious as his gaze lingered longer than necessary.

"How's your foot?" he suddenly questioned, surprising you.

His eyes traveled down, taking in your form once more, settling on your injured foot. You instinctively shifted, trying to hide it from view. "It's fine," you stammered, "I'm pretty much numb to the pain now..."

His calm demeanor didn't waver. "Let me see it," he demanded, gesturing you over. Hesitant, you limped closer.

Before you could react, he tugged you into his lap, his arms pulling you securely against him. Your face flushed as you found yourself straddling him, his thumb drawing soft circles on your bare skin. Every touch made you tense. You wriggled, trying to get free, but his grip remained firm.

Your glare only fueled his grin. His hands slid down, grabbing your ass and pulling your hips firmly against his. His hardening length pressed against you, a shiver running down your spine.

"Doesn't it feel good, Princess?" he teased, his lips brushing against your skin as he buried his face between your breasts.

You smacked the top of his head, though it only made him chuckle. "Not exactly," you muttered, crossing your arms in a weak defense.

His arms tightened around you, making it clear you weren't going anywhere. With a groan, you covered your flushed face, peeking at him through your fingers. "Stop," you whined, "or I'm giving you the silent treatment again."

Sukuna shifted beneath you, his hands tracing the thin strings of your bikini as his fingers ghosted over your skin.

"Say the magic word, and I might let you go," he purred into your ear, his voice low and husky.

You huffed, attempting to wriggle free again, but he easily caught your wrists in one hand. "You suck," you muttered, breathless as his grip tightened. He simply hummed in amusement, his eyes lingering on your lips.

Meeting his gaze defiantly, you stuck your tongue out. "Can I just go get some sun? I'd rather not be stuck inside with your dumbass all day..." you begged, pouting in an attempt to shift his focus. "I was even gonna invite you, since you had such a problem with it last time."

The corners of his mouth turned up ever-so-slightly, his eyes softened. "Depends, babe." Sukuna grinned, keeping his hold firm. "What are you willing to give me?" He bounced you lightly on his lap, pressing his half-hard length against your core. The sudden contact made you squeak in surprise.

Your face flushed instantly. "You're an ass. I'm not sucking it again, and you're not getting anything else," you snapped, trying to squirm away. But each movement only increased the friction between your bodies, sending heat rushing to your core. You bit your lip, frustrated by how your body was betraying you.

Sukuna let out a hiss as your squirming worsened the pressure.

"C'mon, babygirl," he rasped, his voice thick with arousal. "I'll be gentle, I swear. I'll make you cum this time...we can go at it as many times as you like..."

"I told you. It's not happening," you muttered, though your voice wavered slightly. He bucked his hips again, and a gasp escaped your lips. Your breath quickened, your body responding to his touch despite your resistance. "S-Sukuna, stop... I just wanna go tan."

Sukuna sighed dramatically, giving your ass a playful slap before finally releasing your arms. You wasted no time wriggling free, trying to put some distance between you. But just as you moved, his hands caught your hips, spinning you around to face him, his smirk deepening.

Leaning back, one arm draped lazily over the couch, Sukuna's face was now level with yours. You bit your lip nervously, butterflies fluttering in your stomach, unsure of where this was going.

"Did I say you could leave?" His eyes flicked briefly to your breasts before locking back onto your eyes. You stayed silent, heat rising to your cheeks. His smirk widened, clearly enjoying your reaction.

You shifted uncomfortably, averting your gaze, unable to take the intensity of his stare. "Damn," Sukuna chuckled, drawing your attention back. "This side of you is pretty sexy too. Don't think I've seen you like this enough."

"Can I fucking go or not, asshole?"

"Kiss me, and you're free," he murmured, eyes dark with intent. You rolled yours, knowing exactly what he was playing at.

"For fuck's sake...I didn't realize you were this needy. Should I be expecting a ring after all this is over?" you teased, smirking at him. "Did I melt your frozen heart, or was my pussy that unforgettable?" you teased, smirking. "Admit it—you think about me 24/7, huh?Well, if it makes you feel any better, I've been dreaming of riding your big dick too. We can pretend it's mutual, yeah?"

The words slipped out before you could stop them, and you regretted it instantly. When you glanced at Sukuna, his eyes were wide, heat flushing his face—the first sign that you'd hit a nerve.

A laugh slipped from your lips. "Shit... shut up," Sukuna muttered, his hand covering the lower half of his face in a futile attempt to hide the deepening blush. His reddening ears only fueled your satisfaction.

"Hmmn~" You stepped closer, a mischievous glint in your eyes. His scowl darkened, but you could see his composure slipping. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him in close.

"I'm warning you—I won't be a cheap wife," you teased, poking his forehead playfully. "I like big diamond rings, maybe a cute house in the suburbs... or are you more of a city apartment guy? Oh, and we'll need a couple of cute dogs. Definitely kids too. How does that sound, hubby?"

Sukuna rolled his eyes, groaning as he lightly pushed your face away. "You're too damn much," he muttered, trying to sound annoyed, but you could see right through his act.

Grinning in triumph, you pressed on. "Ouch, my poor heart! Don't tell me I was just another conquest. Admit it—you love me." Your voice dripped with playful sarcasm, your pout exaggerated. Sukuna let out an annoyed grunt, averting his eyes. "I'll be your lovely, gorgeous, little Wifey."

"Stop being ridiculous," he growled, jaw tightening. "Who the hell would want to marry an irritating ass woman like you? Fuck no," he grumbled, though his tone lacked conviction.

"Ooh, that hurts." You clutched your chest dramatically, giggling at his growing frustration. "Since I can't go sunbathe, maybe I'll have to keep annoying you instead. Say it: 'I love you, Y/N.'" You leaned in, poking his cheek teasingly.

He brushed your hand aside, His eyes narrowed, frustration flashing across his face, but you didn't flinch. Instead, you beamed. "I can already see it—our picture-perfect wedding. Mrs. Sukuna, has a nice ring, doesn't it? Wait...what your last name anyway?" you mocked him, though actually curious about him.

He looked ready to explode, jaw clenching as his cheeks flushed a light pink. The blush only made him look more adorable, and you couldn't help but smirk—you had him cornered.

Relishing your win, you leaned in further, pulling him into your chest and rubbing his head affectionately. "You look so cute when you're embarrassed..." you cooed, gently rubbing his scalp. Your fingers threaded through his hair, and for a moment, he didn't resist. His head leaned into your touch, relaxing into your ministrations despite himself. He reminded you of a big grumpy cat, almost purring under your affection. "Who knew I'd end up being the one who stole your cold, uninterested heart."

He mumbled something under his breath. You caught something about marriage and torture, but you were too busy reveling in his embarrassment. "Speak up. Can't hear you, Sugar," you taunted.

"Shut up," he mumbled, his voice strained as he let out a heavy sigh of defeat.

Before he could react, you cupped his face and leaned in, surprising him with a soft, tentative kiss. Your lips hovered for a brief second, barely brushing his, waiting to see if he'd pull away or lean in. When he didn't, you tugged gently on his lower lip, your tongue tracing along the edge just enough to invite him closer.

Sukuna groaned into the kiss, his lips parting eagerly as you deepened it, pushing him back into the couch. A smirk tugged at your lips as you tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer.

He began to relax, kissing you back—soft and gentle, matching your pace.

His hands slid to your hips, trembling slightly as though he didn't want the moment to end. Your lips met his again and again, slow and tender, trading lazy, gentle kisses, savoring each other before pulling back to kiss the corner of his mouth. His usual mask of indifference was gone, replaced by a rare softness in his eyes.

"Y/N..." he murmured softly, leaning in to continue the kiss. But just as his lips grazed yours, you pulled back, stopping him mid-motion. A teasing smile remained on your lips.

"Can we go now?" you teased, giving him a quick peck and nuzzling his nose with yours affectionately. It was nice—almost loving. His grip on your hips loosened, though you could feel his reluctance. With a heavy sigh, he leaned back into the couch, trying to regain his usual composure, but the warmth in his eyes betrayed him even as his smirk returned.

He rubbed the tip of his nose, muttering, "Fuck."
The way you acted left him more excited than any erotic night. His face still held a slight blush, even his ears tinged pink. Clearing his throat, he snapped out of his trance, lifting his arms behind his neck with a wide grin.

"Don't look so smug," you huffed, crossing your arms, cheeks flushed. You poked him, then landed a playful smack on his chest, grinning when he groaned. "It was just a kiss, asshole," you teased, watching his head fall back as his cocky smirk replace the softer one. You couldn't help but love this side of him.

He basked in the moment, though pretending the kiss hadn't fazed him in the slightest.

"Come on, lead the way, baby girl," he drawled, letting his hands slide down, squeezing your ass once more before shooing you away. "Let me get my stuff."

He stood up and grabbed his tablet before towering over you.

You laughed. "Who said anything about walking? Maybe I wanted you to carry me again. Remember, I'm injured—your poor fiancée needs her personal slave," you teased, sticking your lip out in a playful pout.

Sukuna's expression soured for a moment, his eyes narrowing as he took in your teasing words. But the look only made you laugh harder as you poked his side, enjoying his frustration. You could see the urge in him to strangle you for such comments, but instead, he let out a gruff exhale and rolled his shoulders back, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than usual.

"My foot hurts, you meanie," you whined dramatically.

With a snort, Sukuna wrapped his arms around you, pulling you tightly against his hard chest. "You're full of shit. Just admit you wanna be close to me."

"That's not the point."

Sukuna shook his head and swept you up into his arms, bridal style. "Fine, you stubborn ass... Just so you know, I'd never agree to being a slave for anyone."

"Sounds like a you problem, hubby," you mumbled.

"One of these days, I'm gonna fuckin' gag you, woman. Keep it up," he muttered.

"Ohhh," you giggled, hugging his neck. "I like it, punish me anytime. I could give two fucks—we're just messing around like we always do anyway." You buried your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his familiar scent—an intoxicating mix of musk, cologne and his warmth that made you melt into him. Your lips found his skin, leaving light, lazy kisses, savoring how he felt beneath you.

But as the words left your mouth, doubt flickered within you. You were trying to play it off like it didn't matter, but deep down, you knew it did. Every time you teased him, every time you were close, you felt it—that spark, that pull, the craving for something more than just a crush. You did want more, even if you couldn't bring yourself to admit it yet. He needed to apologize, then prove to you that this wasn't just some stupid, toxic, lustful fleeting infatuation—that you were capable of developing something real, something deep.

Sukuna's smile faded, his brow furrowing. Your nonchalant tone as you said 'just messing around' clearly bothered him more than he wanted to admit. Did you really not care? Or were you hiding behind that playful grin, just like he was hiding his feelings behind his teasing?

Sukuna looked away for a second, the corner of his mouth twitching downward before he shot you a sharp glare. His lips pursed tightly, tension thickening the air between you. Something had shifted, but you couldn't quite put your finger on what it was.

He couldn't really be in love with you, right? No, he couldn't. You dismissed the thought quickly, convincing yourself it was just frustration. After all, you both still liked each other. The flirtationship between you was alive and well. But why did this moment feel so different?

Whatever emotions he was battling, you couldn't quite tell. His glare softened as you arched your brows, but the pensive expression stayed longer than usual before he shook it off.

Sukuna stared at you for what seemed like an eternity, his eyes searching your face, a million thoughts swirling behind those hooded eyes. Why had the mood turned so suddenly? He wasn't used to feeling this way—unsure, almost... vulnerable. And yet, every time you teased him, every time you brushed off your interactions, it gnawed at him. Did you really not notice how the tension between you had changed?

Finally, he blinked, his stoic expression replaced by a forced nonchalance as he shook his head, muttering, "I should toss you in the pool again for all your crazy bullshit. And fuck no, I didn't actually think you were serious," Sukuna quickly lied, a chuckle escaping his lips.

Your smirk widened as your nerves settled. For a fleeting moment, you saw his façade crack, revealing a flash of something deeper—maybe even pain—but it faded just as quickly as it came. Now, he just looked... somewhat defeated, his eyes briefly lowering as he gazed down at you still cradled in his arms.

Once outside, you pointed out which spot you were planning to lie down on. He placed you down gently, the sun kissed your skin as you laid your towel by the pool and stretched out. Sukuna settled into a lounge chair nearby, his eyes never leaving you felt a smile curl his lips at the sight. He remembered what Yuji said, if he planned to deal with you. 'Be sweet to her'. He told himself that and immediately smiled in spite of how ridiculous you were, his entire being relaxing.

He was glad, to see your relationship with each other had evolved into something passed just casual—albeit a complicated one. But, it made things more lighthearted, yet strangely intimate. The fact you weren't trying to push him away was reassuring.

Although you were still upset with him, he'd put the ball back into your court unknowingly. Even without doing a thing, he wanted you. He waited on you hand and foot, listened to your demands, did anything he could to make you comfortable. At the same time, he knew you still wanted him—maybe just as bad. But, maybe you just didn't want to admit it to yourself yet.

If you didn't want him, you would've pushed him away. Especially after what happened that morning—yet here you were. You spoke with him, acted like your usual playful self, teasing him flirting openly without holding back, kissing him like you loved him. If this was your twisted idea of payback, he didn't mind it. In fact, this version of you excited him. It made him eager to take the next steps with you and bring the emotional element he now craved, that you weren't allowing him just yet.

As he sat near by, the warm sun bathing his skin, that strange feeling settled in his chest again. It was pleasant and tense, the anxiety making his heart speed up as he studied the side profile of your face, watching the steady rise and fall of your breathing. He'd been wanting this kind of intimacy for a minute, and now here it was in front of him, lying out in the sun.

He hated he was growing soft for you. Your marriage and him being in love jokes were getting a little annoying, though. Surprising he was never truly upset. But the 'hubby' thing. No. A man like himself deserved some damn respect...

You waved your hand. "Yoo-hoo~! Hubby, my dear~," you called out, voice dripping with mock sweetness.

He rubbed his forehead in irritation, barely glancing your way. "Huh?" he muttered, clearly annoyed but not fully angry—yet.

"Can you get me a bottle of water, please~?" you asked, putting on your best helpless expression.

Sukuna's fingers twitched slightly, hesitating for a moment. He wasn't a slave to anyone, least of all you, but something about the way you asked... He let out a gruff sigh, feeling his resolve crack just a little.

"Sure..." he muttered under his breath, standing up and walking towards the house.

As he disappeared inside, you smiled to yourself, brushing your hair back behind your ear, a sliver of satisfaction settling in. You knew he would never admit it, but there was something endearing about the way Sukuna gave into you, even if it was with annoyance.

A few moments later, you opened your eyes to the sight of him walking back, water bottle in hand and a neutral expression plastered on his face.

"Here, sweetheart." His tone was laced with sarcasm, but you caught the subtle shift in his eyes—the small way they softened, betraying his act.

You took the bottle, deliberately letting your fingers brush against his as you met his gaze. A small smirk tugged at your lips. "Thank you, Honey."

Sukuna rolled his eyes, but you didn't miss the slight twitch at the corner of his mouth, as if he were fighting back a smile. "I should drown you," he grumbled, though his voice lacked any real threat.

You giggled, taking a sip from the bottle before reclining back into your spot. As you settled in, Sukuna's movements caught your attention. You cracked one eye open, just in time to see him tug off his shirt, revealing the lean, muscular lines of his chest and take a sip from his amber colored liquor. Your breath caught, and you quickly averted your gaze, pretending not to notice how much it affected you.

The sun's warmth made it easy to relax, though you could still feel his eyes on you, a constant reminder of his presence, watching, waiting. You tried to ignore it as best as possible, not ready to give in quite yet, but found yourself fidgeting, unable to fully relax.

Glancing over at him again, you were surprised to find him smiling.

"Enjoying the view?" you asked sarcastically, stretching out and trying to keep things light.

"I always do," he replied smoothly, without missing a beat. The honesty in his tone caught you off guard, leaving you momentarily speechless. His words threw you off balance, leaving you unsure how to proceed. So you opted for your usual defense.

"Asshole," you muttered, more to yourself than to him, as a blush crept up your neck. Shifting to get comfortable again, your eyes swept back up to him, watching as he tapped away on his tablet."What do you do on that thing all day?" you asked, gesturing to the tablet in his hand.

Sukuna chuckled, taking a sip of his whiskey before answering. "Stalking someone," he said casually.

"Creepy much," you teased. "What, are you stalking your ex?"

"Just this one chick," he replied, his tone playful but edged with something that made your heart race. "She drives me insane."

You blinked, processing his words. Was he talking about you or someone else? Your chest tightened painfully, a hollow ache settling in. Why did it hurt so much?  He could admire whoever he wanted, right? Maybe she was prettier, probably more his type—someone quieter, more delicate. Someone who didn't snap back or tease him like you did. The thought made your throat tighten, as you blinked back the sting of tears. It was ridiculous, you had no right to feel this way. He wasn't technically yours.

"Oh," you murmured, suddenly self-conscious, turning away. You bit your lip, trying to hide the hurt that was no doubt written all over your face.

"So... is she pretty?" You tried to sound casual, but your voice wavered, the question hanging heavy in the air. You stared at the pool, pretending the answer didn't matter, but deep down, you knew it did.

Sukuna's silence stretched, and for a moment, you wished you hadn't asked. His gaze flickered toward you, then back to the tablet, a rare moment of hesitation. "Very," he finally replied, his voice softer than usual. "Gorgeous, and she doesn't even know it."

You busied yourself with the string of your bikini top, your fingers trembling slightly. "What do you like about her?" you asked quietly, barely above a whisper, hoping he wouldn't notice the way your voice wavered.

He hesitated, and you almost regretted asking. Then, without looking up, he finally answered.

"Everything." His voice was low, like he was stating a simple fact. No teasing, no games—just truth.

The weight of that one word was like a punch to the gut. Your heart clenched painfully, and you turned away, blinking rapidly to push back the sting of tears. Damn it, why did you even ask? You were grateful he couldn't see your face right now. You swallowed hard, forcing a shaky breath through your lips.

"That's... sweet," you managed, though your voice cracked slightly. You plastered on a smile. "Why don't you tell her?" you asked, your voice softer than intended. "Maybe, you should do something nice for her too." You hoped he'd take it as a way of helping him instead of revealing your jealousy.

"She wouldn't believe me," he replied, just as softly. His words carried weight, and you nodded, unsure of how to respond.

"But I'll try," he added after a long pause. "And let's say if it was you, what would be nice?"

Your breath caught, the sudden question knocking the wind out of you. "Huh?"

"Just pretend for a minute." He turned to look at you, his intense gaze leaving you dizzy and flustered.

"Uh... well..." you hesitated. You tried to shrug off your anxiety as you spoke. "If you did something thoughtful or romantic, I think that'd be really nice. Maybe flowers would be cool. Or a movie night and dinner... simple stuff, ya know. Why do I suddenly sound like such a pick me-ass bitch? Ignore me." You laughed awkwardly, picking at your fingers. "But...if it's serious a bracelet could also be nice too. Girls love diamonds and pretty things. I'm not a special case. Pretty standard stuff..." You smiled shyly, heat rising to your cheeks. "So yeah... those kinds of things."

He chuckled lowly. "Alright," he agreed easily. He slid his free hand into his pocket, drawing attention to his taut abdomen, your eyes roaming over his tattoos before catching yourself.

Your curiosity flared once more, and you couldn't help wondering about this woman who seemed to consume his thoughts. "So, who is she? A porn star? Ex-girlfriend? Ex-convict? Old fuck buddy?" The words tumbled out awkwardly, your chest tightening as you tried to ease the growing tension.

He smirked, clearly amused. "Nah. She's too good for that," he said, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Jealous, princess?"

"Why would I be?" you snapped, trying to redirect the conversation. "You know what, let me see, I wanna know what kind of creep you are. Give the damn thing!"

With only a slight hesitation, he handed over the tablet. "Don't break it. It was expensive," he muttered as you snatched it from his hands.

Your eyes landed on the tablet screen, revealing live video feeds from the safe house—different angles of the backyard and the inside of the house.

You blinked, trying to process what you were seeing as realization dawned on you.

He'd been talking about you all along.

Your heart sped up, a combination of relief and adrenaline surging through your body as your hand shot up.

You swung, aiming to strike him in the head. He was a quick bastard, grabbing your wrist and blocking the blow, snickering to himself.

Your pulse pounded so fast you could almost hear it, realizing he knew exactly how to twist your emotions made your chest tighten. He was playing with you—your heart, your feelings—and it pissed you off.

"You jerk!" you seethed. "You play too damn much. I should kick your ass. Goddamn it! Let me slap you," you shouted, squirming to pull yourself free.

"Sorry, princess," he said, feigning regret, though the amusement shone through. "You make it easy."

"Fuck you!" You barked, yanking your arm back, breaking free and turning your attention back to the tablet.

You tapped on a security camera feed, the footage from upstairs, including your bedroom, along with various angles from the kitchen and backyard. The whole house was under surveillance, every key spot covered with minimal blind spots.

You didn't know if you should feel impressed or annoyed. It was Protection. Sure. But it was still invasive.

"Wait. Are you spying on me in the shower too?" you snapped, flashing him an irritated glare as you tapped the screen harder.

"Not spying, princess. Just keeping an eye on the house—making sure no one sneaks in. You're safe," he said smoothly. "And no, there are no cameras in the bathroom. If you happen to walk out naked in your bedroom... well, I can't help but admire the view."

You stared at the screen, processing his words. He wasn't just messing around—he was genuinely protecting you. The realization sent a blush up your neck. Despite the intrusion, you had to admit his dedication impressed you. Even if the surveillance was invasive, you understood the necessity of it in your situation.

"My hero..." you mocked, drawling the words out, and Sukuna rolled his eyes, flicking your forehead.

You rubbed the spot, "I hate you so much," you muttered, rolling your eyes and tossing the tablet in the middle of his stomach.

"Don't get it twisted," he said, sitting up straighter. His gaze hardened. "You're still a stubborn, annoying pain in the ass. Always arguing, driving me up the walls. Never knowing your place." He ran a hand through his spiky pink hair, pausing before sighing, a soft grin tugging at his lips. "But that's what makes you sexy," he added quietly, almost to himself, before leaning back and closing his eyes with a deep breath.

You opened your mouth, but no words came out. A nervous laugh escaped instead. "You're really bad at this whole 'winning me over' thing," you muttered, aiming for annoyance, though your body had long betrayed you.

"Who said I'm trying to win you over, brat?" he retorted, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips. His gaze stayed fixed on you as he swirled his whiskey, the ice clinking softly. "But I don't have to try, do I? Your flushed cheeks give you away." He winked, his grin widening as he watched your reaction.

"Wha—no, no, no! This is me hating you," you stammered, your face burning as your heart betrayed you, thudding loudly in your chest. His smug, knowing smile only made it worse. You wanted to slap the grin off his face, but the more you tried to fight it, the more flustered you became. Flustered, you lay back down, trying to regain control of your heart. But his words had gotten to you more than you'd care to admit.

"You're so full of shit," you muttered, shifting the conversation away.

"Oh yeah?" he asked, leaning forward, his muscles rippling.

"Yeah," you mumbled, shifting under his gaze. "After everything you said... it's still kinda hard to take you seriously."

"Look, I'll admit I was out of line the other day. I fucked up." He grumbled, his voice softening. "But, You pissed me off first. But, I admit it—I lied. Your pussy tasted fuckin' amazing, and that blowjob? Heaven." His voice dropped lower, almost reverent, as his gaze locked on yours, daring you to deny it. "But you already knew that, didn't you?"

The blush spread over your skin, flustered, you turned your attention to the ground,as vivid flashes of that night surged through your mind. His hands, his lips, the way he made you feel... Thought the unexpected confession was almost — sweet, in its own way. The sudden sincerity threw you off, the sexual comment somehow making it better, at the same time. It was like him, really. His twisted compliments weren't particularly creative, but they were honest. Straight-forward in his own dirty way, in how blunt and shameless he was about it, making it endearing.

He laughed, low and dark. "Bet you wish you'd kept going, huh? My cum taste fuckin' amazing didn't it, princess," he finished, sipping his drink innocently with a wide, self-satisfied grin.

Your throat tightened. You glared at him, trying to keep your voice steady. "Charming." But the word came out weaker than you intended. "Just, drop it. Please," you muttered, but the plea wasn't just for him—it was for yourself. You could feel the heat rising, but not just from anger. The truth gnawed at the back of your mind: you hated how much you still wanted him, how a part of you craved more.

"Look, I'll make it up to you. Come sit on daddy's lap," he said, patting his thigh with a wicked glint in his eye.

The flirtation in his voice sent a jolt through you. For a second, you almost gave in, tempted by the invitation in his lap. But you caught yourself, refusing to let him see just how easily he could pull you in.

"Not a chance," you huffed, doing your best to sound annoyed, though your pulse quickened. "Pervert stalker."

He laughed, unbothered by the insult. "Maybe, but I'm also the reason you're safe," he replied, his tone softening.

Your blush deepened, and you avoided his gaze.

"Shut up..." you muttered, feeling the conflicting emotions of gratitude and embarrassment swirl inside you. A part of you hated how much you appreciated him, as though it gave him more control than you were willing to admit.
Sukuna's smirk faded into something softer.

"Keep pretending you're not into me, princess," he teased with a low chuckle.

"Cocky son of a bitch," you muttered, rolling your shoulders to shake off the tension. Your cheeks burned with heat, frustration rising as you fought to stay composed. "Stupid fuckboy," you added, not even bothering to filter your words.

"Language, babygirl."Sukuna teased, his grin widening as he lounged back, entirely too relaxed given the tension hanging between you. "Maybe you should quit being mad and just suck my dick again. I'll go down on you—let you blow off some steam, princess," he purred, his voice low and dark, sending your pulse racing.

Your mouth gaped, then you closed it and shook your head. You opened it again, trying to form words. His expression never faltered, amusement gleaming in his eyes as he took another sip, watching as you spluttered incoherently. Finally, the words came, tumbling out faster than you could catch yourself.

"Can't you go jack off somewhere?" you muttered, crossing your arms, your flushed cheeks betraying your attempt at annoyance.

His grin only grew. "I'd rather you do it. Or maybe," his voice dropped lower, "you need me to fuck that attitude right out of you. How's that sound?" The huskiness in his tone sent a wave of heat straight to your core.

You felt your body react to his words, your walls clenching involuntarily as you tried to resist the urge to smile. He had a knack for making everything sound dirty, turning even the most innocent conversation into something sexual.

"Oh, yeah. Sounds amazing," you replied, feigning disinterest as you lay on your stomach. Ignoring the weight of his gaze, you casually untied your bikini top, letting your back fully open to avoid tan lines. He'd seen your breasts before; so it was no big deal, just some skin.

For Sukuna, it was still new every time. His sharp eyes couldn't peel themselves from the delicious sight, tracing the lines of your curves, and memorizing the perfection.

The warm wind, the soft crash of waves—it was almost peaceful. You closed your eyes, letting the sun wash over you, relishing in a brief sense of normalcy despite the chaos of your current life. But of course, peace never lasted long with Sukuna.

Growing impatient, Sukuna leaned forward, resting his chin in the palm of his hand. His crimson eyes held both hunger and admiration as he watched you. "How long are you planning on staying out here, princess?" he asked, his voice softer now, almost thoughtful.

"Don't know," you murmured, rolling onto your back and keeping yourself covered as you looked up at the sky. "...as long as I feel like it." There was always a strange push and pull with Sukuna—being around him left you feeling both relaxed and tense at once. It was maddening, in the best way possible. He was the perfect blend of irresistible and infuriating.

He watched a seagull pass overhead. "You're not as annoying as usual today," he mused.

"Hm, well, that's a first," you deadpanned, rolling your eyes behind closed lids. "And you aren't such a royal pain in the ass today, either," you shot back, mirroring his sarcastic tone.

"Touché," he conceded, his tone softening. After a pause, he added more seriously, "Still hate it when you give me lip. Makes my job harder."

You snorted softly. "Guilty."

Sukuna's expression softened, and you heard a soft chuckle. You cracked an eye open, glancing in his direction. He gazed out towards the pool, looking lost in thought, his mind running a million miles a minute. You wondered for a moment, where exactly his mind went—what was his story, really, past just what he had told you. In reality you knew very little about him.

"What's your deal, really?" you asked quietly, shifting in your spot. "You're such an asshole, but... there's more to you, isn't there?"

He let out a half-hearted chuckle."Whatcha mean, babe?" he asked, voice low and husky as he spoke, eyes meeting yours.

Nervously, you bit your lip as he leaned forward, resting his arms on his knees, watching you.
"I mean... what's your story? What made you... you?" you asked, hesitating. "You said it was either this or prison, but that's not the whole picture, is it?
Who's the real Sukuna?"

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Nervously, you bit your lip as he leaned forward, resting his arms on his knees, watching you.
"I mean... what's your story? What made you... you?" you asked, hesitating. "You said it was either this or prison, but that's not the whole picture, is it? Who's the real Sukuna?"

-

The seconds ticked by in silence until finally, Sukuna's mouth curved into a sly smirk. "Tell you mine, if you tell me yours," he quipped back, amusement shining in those gorgeous crimson eyes of his. "Quid pro quo." He shrugged his shoulders lightly as a knowing smirk curved his lips.

"Yeah, all right. Why the hell not," you murmured, rolling partially onto your side, one hand holding up your head. You regarded him warily, hesitating for a moment longer before nodding slowly. "You first."

He snorted. "Psh, it's a shitty story," he scoffed. "My life was always filled with fucked up shit, just got worse with age."

"Try me."

He sighed deeply, leaning back and rubbing his face with both hands, clearly debating how much to tell you. "Mm, where to begin..." he muttered, eyes glinting with something unreadable. "For starters, I wasn't always a protector, Y/N. In fact," He paused to sip his whiskey, giving you a moment to register what he meant. "I was the one people needed protection from."

"What do you mean?" you asked cautiously, brows furrowed in confusion.

"I got into gang life back in Japan. My parents died, and things went downhill fast. My grandpa did what he could—moved me and my brother to the States. But by then, I was already in too deep." He paused, rubbing the back of his neck. "Took some jobs I shouldn't have, got into serious shit. I wouldn't call myself a hitman, but... yeah, if you had enough money, I could 'fix' things. I got good at it. Too good."

He glanced back at you, eyes narrowed. "It caught up to me eventually. Lucky for me, I cashed in a favor before they could lock me up for life."

The color drained from your face as the weight of his words hit. A hit-man? You forced yourself to speak, your voice catching in your throat. "Are you—are you joking?"

"Afraid not, princess."

You blinked, absorbing the weight of his words. "So... you were like them?" you whispered, barely loud enough to hear. An assassin—just like the people you were hiding from. A chill ran through you, the revelation hitting hard. "Is that why they assigned you to me? Because you used to be one of them? You know how they think."

Sukuna shifted in his seat. "To put it bluntly? Pretty much. Be a 'protector' and use my expertise. Maybe it doesn't sound like it, but it's a cushy job. Better than rotting in a cell, right?"
He held his hand up before continuing, "I'm not proud of that part of my life, but I don't regret it either.  I'm not a good man—far from it. But it is what it is,"

He seemed ready to leave it at that, but an unexpected pang of sympathy hit you. You couldn't quite grasp how he'd switched from assassin to protector, how easily he seemed to carry the weight of his past. But you could tell—opening up like this wasn't easy for him. And that made it mean more.

"Wow," you muttered. "That must've been... hard."

"Eh, life is."

You could feel his eyes on you, waiting—waiting to see if you'd be disgusted or intrigued by the part of himself he rarely shared. And hearing he'd been part of the world you were running from should've terrified you. But it didn't. Instead, it made you feel closer to him.

"Thanks for telling me," you mumbled with a soft smile. "You can trust me—I won't say anything. And if anyone gives you shit, I've got your back. Just like you've got mine."

A small grin tugged at his lips.  "Trust and loyalty. I like the way you think, beautiful. That's sexy in itself."

You chuckled, rolling your eyes, relieved as the tension between you began to fade.

"I'm curious... who'd you call in that favor from?  You are connected in some serious circles, I know, so...it has to be pretty powerful. Are they good people? Would you ever work for them again?" you asked cautiously, halting when he frowned slightly as the memories replayed in his mind. "Wait, don't answer. Sorry. None of my business."

"Yeah, no, you're fine," he assured you. "Just know I'd never put you in danger. Whether they were good or not. That's not how I operate anymore. But still I will fuckin' kill anyone who lays a goddamn finger on you."

His voice became low and deep, a slight growl to his tone and it stirred butterflies in your stomach. He sat up straight in his chair and ran a hand through his pink locks, shifting slightly as he cleared his throat. "Anyway," he muttered, trying to shrug it off as though it didn't matter. But it did. And you knew it.

Lying on your stomach, you dipped your finger into the pool, watching the ripples. After a beat, you turned to look at him, meeting his gaze. A blush crept up your cheeks as the familiar flutter of butterflies stirred in your stomach.

"I'm surprised you didn't freak out," Sukuna smirked, raising a brow.

"Why would I?" you shot back, unfazed.

His expression faltered for a second, something softening in his eyes. He seemed almost... vulnerable.

"Because I'm an assassin?"

"You were," you corrected, your voice calm but reassuring.

Sukuna leaned in, his voice dropping. "That's the thing. I've done things—dark, dirty things. Most people would be terrified if they knew, and you should be too."

"But I'm not." Your voice was soft but steady, your eyes meeting his. "I trust you." And you meant it, despite everything he'd just revealed.

The weight of your words hung in the air, something between you shifting, as if everything had just fallen into place.

His face softened briefly, before his smirk returned. The tension between you eased, but the charge remained, crackling in the air like static.
You shouldn't have felt reassured—but you did. Trusting him felt natural, even knowing his past. When you looked at him, there was no fear. Just... comfort and...admiration.

You smiled at him, softer now. "No matter what you've done, you're still just Sukuna. Annoying, shitty... and somehow ridiculously attractive."

He snorted, a grin breaking through. "Look who's talking."

"All I'm saying your heart's in the right place now," you said, your voice gentle but firm.

"You're good at protecting me, and I respect that. You're more than your mistakes., Sukuna." You paused, offering him a playful smile. "I trust you with my life. So you better take care of me,"
Your eyes met his, shining with sincerity.
You would show him in your way that the past shouldn't define who he was in the present.

He tilted his head, studying you for a moment before that familiar smirk appeared.

"Don't worry, princess," he said, his voice soft but firm, eyes locking with yours. "I will" His sincerity made your chest tighten, a flicker of gratitude swelling up, his promise—his oath, sounded like it was binding your very souls.

When he wasn't a total asshole, he was pretty damn sweet—and the sexiest, most fascinating man you had the pleasure of meeting. And it made you wonder, when this was all over, would you go your separate ways? Or would the invisible thread that tied you together pull you back? The thought of never seeing him again terrified you. Almost as much as the fear of heartbreak.

"Good, because if you don't I will haunt you in the afterlife and torture you forever."

He let out a low, rumbling chuckle. A deep, satisfied laugh, his eyes glinting with a mischievous smile. "My, my, babygirl...now, that would be heaven."

You rolled your eyes, the blush spreading to your cheeks, as you were left flustered. "Oh god! No," you stammered, "I'm a pain in the ass, you mean! Arrrrgh. Whatever! Shut the fuck up already. Stop messing with me!" You looked away, rolling over onto your stomach again and staring intently at the pool.

Sukuna grinned wickedly, loving that he got that reaction, adoring the innocence you showed sometimes. You were so easy to tease, such an adorable little thing.

"So, tell me your story, Princess," Sukuna urged, his smirk teasing but curious. "We're close now, aren't we? Gotta know the real you."

You looked back at him. "Well..." you started hesitantly, a sheepish smile crossing your lips. "My family didn't come from much. Things were tough as a kid because of family drama and problems. I had to become self-reliant early. Life has its ways," you tried not to sound resentful.

"Money was always an issue. Everyone in our family was in a tough spot financially. We needed help from government and public services, we couldn't get it. Housing assistance, welfare, public healthcare—the people who claim to want to help us either turned us down or gave less-than-half-assed help, like they didn't care."

Your eyes closed for a second, remembering the pain. You grew up in an area that had drug use, violence, and crime—and as kid, it really sucked. You learned the dark and ugly things you're too innocent to know about.

Sukuna said nothing as he listened carefully. You took another breath. "It made me realize early that these systems were designed to create a never-ending cycle of misery. Broken homes, not knowing where our next meal was coming from... I was stressed, angry, resentful even. Life was horrible. I was like a little grumpy, ravenous raccoon. Hah!" You forced a laugh, but sadness lingered behind it.

"It all started around age ten, actually. Those were the worst years of my life. No support from anyone. People around me constantly getting into fights... violence, emotional baggage, toxic shit..." You trailed off, the memories still raw.

You paused, then gathered your thoughts, your voice firming up. "But I couldn't let that define me. I had to break the cycle, to prove that where you come from doesn't define who you are. And I did. I overcame the shit, so yay me!" You chuckled softly, though there was an edge of pride in your voice. "Went to college, made things better. I studied my ass off, got into politics, and realized just how corrupt the system was from the inside and where it started."

You could see Sukuna's eyes sharpen as you spoke. "I worked my way up, became a city council member in a small town. I was going to run for governor before deciding to run for a Senate seat. I started a small nonprofit, help the community and got extremely popular in the polls. They called me a golden girl, thought I'd bring real change. And I was... until this happened."

"This situation," Sukuna filled in, his tone knowing.

"Exactly. They're scared of people like me—people who won't stay quiet. I couldn't just sit back while those in power sold out the people they were supposed to serve."

You paused again, your gaze steady, a determined glint in your eyes. "When this is over, I'm going to expose those greedy fucks. I won't back down—even if I have to go it alone."

Sukuna's eyes widened, clearly impressed. "Must've pissed some pretty important people off, huh?"

"Wouldn't be the first time," you huffed. "I swear, I'll do whatever it takes to make sure those corrupt bastards get exposed and justice is served."

Sukuna chuckled, a spark of admiration in his eyes. "Ambitious, but stupidly idealistic," he teased, his smirk returning. "Still, I like it." He paused, then laughed softly. "But, that explains a lot, actually."

"Fuck you," you laughed.

"Soon," he shot back with a grin. The mood lightened, and you found yourself relaxing. It felt... good, almost freeing, to talk like this—to feel like he cared.

You could only smile sweet at him as he laid back down. He seemed out of place here, yet at the same time, he felt like he belonged. Like this was exactly where he was supposed to be. You noticed the way his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, his gaze shifting from you back to the pool.

"Let's just lie here for a while, forget about the crazy mess we're in," you whispered, closing your eyes once again.

For a moment, the world felt still, serene.
"Nah, I can't relax," Sukuna muttered. "Not with some bitchass out there waiting to put a bullet in you—or me."

He sighed, his tone softening. "You relax, though. Let daddy protect you," he added playfully.

You snickered softly, closing your eyes. With him around, you truly felt more than safe.

There was something unspoken between you, something that neither of you were willing to acknowledge. But it was there, lingering in the air, a tension that both of you pretended didn't exist as the sun began to set.

After a while, you became so comfortable, you drifted off to a peaceful, dreamless sleep.
Eventually, you woke up to a cool breeze brushing across your body and seeing the sun had started to go down.

"It's getting late..." Sukuna's voice was soft, hesitant. He cleared his throat, and for the first time, you noticed a faint blush coloring his cheeks. Nervous? The sight made your heart skip.
Turning to glance up, your heart stuttered at the sight before you, you slowly opened your eyes, seeing Sukuna gazing back down at you, admiring you. A small grin tugged at his lips as your eyes met.

"Hey." His voice, deep and soft, sent a shiver through you.

"Hey," you whispered back, barely awake, smiling despite yourself. "I fell asleep," you mumbled, eyes fluttering shut as You heard him chuckle softly.

"Yeah, there's drool on your lip," he teased, grinning.

Your eyes widened in horror, wiping at your mouth. "Bullshit!" you blurted, blushing furiously. "You're lying!"

"I'm fucking with you," he said, smirking. "Ready to go inside, dollface?"

You groaned, waving him off, still blushing. "I'm fine. Go do your thing." Your sarcasm was half-hearted, betrayed by the smile pulling at your lips.

"Y/N..." His voice was softer now, almost pleading, but you pretended not to hear him, keeping your gaze fixed on the setting horizon.
"Come on," he grunted, the roughness slipping back into his tone. He held out his hand, the gesture both unexpected and oddly tender. You stared at it for a moment.

"A gentleman now? Or is this a trick?" You eyed him suspiciously, staring into his crimson eyes. "Should I feel honored?"

"Shut the fuck up, no it's not," Sukuna snapped, clearly annoyed. "Will you just take the damn hand!" he snapped, frustration creeping into his voice. "God damn, you are so stubborn. I'll never get used to this attitude of yours."

"Oh, so you've got plans to stick around, huh~my stalker fiancé?" you teased, your voice sweet with mock innocence. You batted your eyelashes at him innocently, putting your hands under your face for the added effect.

His eyes narrowed, and you grinned, loving the way he always took the bait. "I swear, if you don't stop that..." he muttered, but you only grinned wider.

"Stop what?" you asked, pretending to be innocent.

"Just take the damn hand. You make everything so complicated." he exclaimed, exasperated.

A faint giggle escaped your lips before you could stop it. "Fuck. Okay, okay. Just had a hard time believing you're actually trying to be... nice. Let me tie my top." You tied it back into place, smirking."Don't want my boobies bouncing around, now do we?" you snorted playfully.

His expression darkened briefly, but he managed to bite back whatever snarky perverted response was on the tip of his tongue.

When you turned to him, you smirked, hesitantly placing your hand in his. Still, You half expected him to pull you and push you into the pool, but to your surprise, he didn't.

His hand was surprisingly warm, his grip firm but gentle as he pulled you to your feet. There was a moment of awkward silence as you stood there, your smaller hand enveloped in his. His hand felt clammy, and you noticed the slight flush that had returned to his cheeks. But there was something strangely comforting about the way your fingers fit together, as if this was how it was meant to be.

For a while you both stared down at your joined hands before turning to the horizon, the sunset now painting the sky a beautiful shade of red and orange, the rays dancing on the shimmering water below, a feeling of peace washed over you, and your expression softened.

Without a word, he picked up a large towel and wrapped it around your shoulders, shielding you from the cool evening breeze. The gesture was unexpectedly sweet, and you felt a soft warmth bloom in your chest.

"Th-thanks," you murmured, squeezing his hand softly, giving him a shy smile.

"Just doin' my job, princess," he said, rolling his eyes, though his tone was gentler than usual.
You knew better. This wasn't just his job. The way he cared for you felt personal, and for the first time, you wondered if he cared about you more than he let on. Though a part of you really hoped that was the case because then it means you wouldn't be so stupid to fall for him...but in reality, you already had.

"Thank you, handsome," you let the word roll off your tongue. For the first time you actually meant the words as an endearing pet name. Not just an annoying joke to tease him with. You pulled the towel tighter around yourself. Your free hand brushed away the loose strands of hair from your face, trying to hide the blush that was creeping up your cheeks. Sukuna squeezed your hand gently.

He turned to you, and the raw emotion in his crimson eyes took your breath away. Admiration, almost reverence. As if, in this moment, you were the most precious thing in his world.

Sukuna nodded, a slow, pleased smile tugging at his lips. Pride flickered in his eyes, as though your praise meant more to him than he'd ever admit. His usual smug grin softened into something more genuine.

"Go ahead... you first," he said, reluctantly slipping his hand out of your grasp and nudging you toward the house.

As you walked toward the house, his large hand rested against the small of your back, sending a rush of conflicting emotions through you—confusion, frustration, uncertainty. You hesitated at the door, glancing back at him. That rare softness had already faded, replaced by his familiar mask of indifference.

"What?" he murmured softly.

"Nothing," you said, shaking your head as you opened the door and stepped inside. The warmth of the house wrapped around you, but it was nothing compared to the heat still lingering in your chest—heat that had nothing to do with the weather.

Sukuna followed close behind, nearly bumping into you as you stopped. For a moment, the two of you stood there in awkward silence.

"Move your ass," he muttered, nudging you lightly.

You quickly stepped forward, eager to put some space between you. His low chuckle followed you, but he didn't say anything else as he closed the door behind you. You paused by the couch, turning to face him, butterflies swirling in your stomach.

His gaze drifted over your body, lingering on your curves. A quiet sigh escaped his lips as if he was savoring the sight of you.

"Go upstairs," he said firmly, his gaze still glued to your figure.

Your eyebrows shot up, confusion etched on your face. "What? Why?" you asked, tilting your head in surprise at his sudden command.

"Just... go," he repeated, his eyes darkening with desire, his voice low and commanding.

"Fine, so pushy," you exhaled, heading toward the stairs.

"Not pushy. Just trying to be a gentleman," he taunted, his red eyes glinting with wicked intent. "But I'll give you a few minutes before I stop acting like one."

"Better hurry..." he grinned, slapping your ass hard, making you squeak as his hand lingered for a squeeze. By the time you recovered from the shock, your cheeks were burning, realizing he might not be bluffing.

You turned on the stairs, catching his gaze. Sticking your tongue out, you rolled your eyes, knowing exactly how it would provoke him.  "By the way, you still have to earn it. I'm not fucking with you again until I get a proper apology," You flashed a mischievous smile.

"You love making things hard, don't you?" Sukuna huffed. "I already apologized, you brat," he added, leaning on the railing, staring up at you.

You hesitated. "What do you mean, 'hard'? That was a half-assed apology." You crossed your arms over your chest defensively, unconsciously squeezing your legs together in a poor attempt to hide how turned on you were.

You swore to yourself you were still pissed at him, that all you wanted was an proper apology and to hold him accountable, even for his jokes. Even as much as you would have loved to have him pounce on you on the stairs right there. Your brain still urged you to push for a better apology, to resist falling to temptation.

"I..." he started, but his voice faltered, the silence growing thicker between you. He struggled for the right words, and you noticed the flush creeping up his neck. For a moment, he looked vulnerable, but it was quickly replaced by his familiar mask of annoyance.

"Get in the bedroom," he growled, eyes darkening with intent. When you didn't move, he took a step closer.

"Or what?" you challenged, though your breath hitched. His eyes raked slowly over your body, making your skin tingle.

"Or," he growled, "I'll fuck you right here. I don't have the energy to deal with your bullshit right now," his voice low and menacing, gaze sweeping over you like a predator eyeing its prey.

"Right, because fucking doesn't take any energy," you shot back, face flushing despite your attempt to sound confident.

His eyes locked onto yours, narrowing slightly, lips parting to reveal a hint of his canines. The tension between you was palpable, thickening the air around you.

He took a deep breath, attempting to steady himself, but you caught the way his eyes lingered on your body—filled with lustful intent.
For a long moment, he simply stared, as if deciding how to handle your defiance. Then, with a resigned sigh, he shoved his hands into his pockets, frustration etched across his handsome features.

As you reached the top of the stairs, you glanced back, a teasing grin tugging at your lips. "I think you've lost your charm," you taunted, unable to resist. A part of you knew you were playing with fire, but you didn't care.

"Get outta here before I drag you back down here," he replied gruffly, clearly choosing not to bite the bait, and to his own relief. He had realized just how fragile the situation was between the two of you, not wanting to ruin things when he was already walking a fine line.

"Gonna manhandle me again, huh?" you teased in a sing-song voice as you climbed the stairs. "You know it's fun when you do it." You shot him a mischievous look, flashing your breast briefly before turning and continuing up.

Sukuna's hands twitched as he watched you disappear up the stairs. He could drag you back, pin you beneath him, but something about your defiant, challenging gaze made him pause. He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. Control. He hated it, but for once, he wanted to do this right.

Just not now.

The playfulness in Sukuna's eyes disappeared in a flash, replaced by something darker, more dangerous.

Sukuna hesitated for only a fraction of a second, and in the blink of an eye, he'd ascended the stairs, taking them two at a time. You raced to your bedroom, laughing and shrieking, slamming the door behind you just in time. Heart pounding, you dived onto your bed as his heavy footsteps echoed down the hallway. A loud thud shook the door as he slammed his fist against it.

"I hope you're ready for what's coming your way, doll..." he growled, his voice dripping with menace. Despite the threat, a blush crept up your cheeks.

"N-no way! Not a chance!" you stammered, though your voice wavered. "You're not touching me until you've done some groveling and given a real apology."

He chuckled darkly. "Woman!" he called through the door.  "Give me a damn break," he growled. "I'm not fucking 'groveling'. You and I both know you're gonna give in," His voice dropped lower. "But fine... you'll regret running when I get my hands on you."

You stifled a giggle, enjoying his frustration far too much. "Admit it... you like when I get you worked up," you teased.

Sukuna's laugh was low and amused.

"Nope... you can take that thought and shove it right up your ass, sweetheart," he shot back flatly. "You always get cocky when you're behind a door, like I can't reach you," he grumbled, leaning against the door. "But I will."

"We'll see, Daddy," you purred, enjoying the game far too much. "Good night, handsome," you called out sweetly, settling under the covers with a mischievous grin.

Sukuna chuckled low, standing outside your door. It felt like déjà vu—struggling to contain his desire. He wanted to be the gentleman, but the thought of spanking and taking you against the wall was almost too much to resist. Instead, he rubbed his face a couple times before heading back downstairs. "Goddamn woman...making me act like I'm some horny teenager again." he cursed as he descended the stairs, holding his dick like it was his worst enemy.

Sukuna paused at the bottom of the stairs, thoughts swirling as he struggled to temper the frustration gnawing at him.

Both of you were left to simmer in the unspoken emotions that lingered between you—raw, intense, and undeniable. The idea of loving someone scared you both, two people so accustomed to control. But the feelings between you were impossible to ignore, and that line was growing dangerously thin.

Later that night, Sukuna found himself on the couch, downing shots in an attempt to dull the irritation gnawing at him. No matter how hard he tried to distract himself, his mind kept circling back to you—how perfect you were. It all left him filled with frustration, yes, but also with something far more dangerous: longing.

You hadn't judged him for his past. You saw him for who he was now. He had a one in a lifetime opportunity, the one he'd never thought he'd get, to have the woman he didn't even know he needed.

Leaning back, he stared at the ceiling, a half-smirk playing on his lips. It wasn't just lust. Somewhere along the way, it had shifted. With you, he felt a pull he hadn't in years—something deeper, more dangerous. Losing control didn't scare him anymore.

Losing you did.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, running a hand through his hair. "Don't screw this up."
He closed his eyes, your smile flashing behind his lids, the way you looked at him when you thought he wasn't watching. A quiet sigh escaped him, and for the first time in years, something real—something solid—began to form inside him.
This was his shot to be with you.

Sukuna made his decision. He was done with the games, done pretending his feelings weren't as real as they were. No more half-hearted teasing or pointless arguments. He wanted more—needed more.

But the next move? That was up to you.

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When you woke up the next morning, something was off. Sukuna was acting... strange. His usual teasing bravado had vanished overnight, leaving behind a quiet, contemplative mood. That could only mean one thing: something was seriously wrong.

Sitting across from him at the counter, you propped your chin in your hand, sipping your coffee as you studied him. Every so often, he'd sneak a glance at you, almost... affectionately. And each time you caught his eye, your stomach flipped. What the hell happened between last night and now?"

There was something in those crimson eyes of his that stirred something deep inside you. A thought struck—could he actually care? Maybe even love you, just as you were?

The thought felt dangerous, yet it clung to you. Outside by the pool, he'd mentioned he liked everything about you—flaws and all. But, what if...?"

No, stop getting ahead of yourself, Y/N, you scolded inwardly. You knew better than to let yourself get carried away. Someone like him—gorgeous, confident, and larger than life—couldn't possibly see you in the same light. What did you have to offer? Your career was demanding, your life chaotic, and you weren't the kind of woman men like Sukuna fell for.

But each time he looked at you, there was a spark. Something deep and unsettling flickered in his gaze—something that shook the foundations of your guarded heart. He'd told you suddenly that he liked you, flaws and all. But how could you be sure he meant it? Was this just a game for him—a distraction—while you had already started falling hard?

Sukuna cocked an eyebrow, his gaze curious. "Everything okay?" he asked, noticing the look on your face.

You forced a weak smile, pushing down the flood of emotions swirling inside.

"Yeah... Just, trying to process the last 24 hours, I guess," you muttered, feeling the heat of his intense stare on your skin.

His expression softened, and you caught a spark in his crimson eyes. He chuckled softly, his eyes sweeping over you before his lips curled into a genuine smile. "I like that look," he admitted. "Beautiful."

The compliment hit you like a punch to the gut, your cheeks burning under the weight of his gaze. It was the kind of compliment that made you want more, though a part of you suspected it was just another flirtation—another attempt to lure you into bed. But something about it felt... different.

"Sukuna?"

He lifted an eyebrow as your voice broke the silence. "Hmm? What's up, babygirl?" he smirked, clearly enjoying this far too much.

You bit your lip, trying to keep your breathing steady. "Nothing. I was just thinking."

"About?"

"About how hot my stalker-fiancé is," you joked, forcing a grin. The familiar tease filled the air between you, but you didn't miss the way his breath caught, the brief flush coloring his face before he rolled his eyes with a good-natured huff.

"Difficult woman."

You stood, grabbing your dishes and heading to the sink.

"And you love it," you shot back, rinsing the cup.

He sighed deeply, his gaze still fixed on you as if you were a puzzle he was trying to solve.

"That mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble," he muttered, his voice dipping into a lower, huskier register, the darkness in his eyes stirring something inside you.

You threw him a playful wink, leaving him to groan in frustration as you made your way upstairs. Once you were out of sight, the smug look on his face faded, replaced by something else—something raw.

Sukuna sat in silence for a long moment, running a hand through his hair as his thoughts raced. His chest tightened as emotions swirled. 'What the fuck am I doing? How the hell am I supposed to tell her," He dragged a hand down his face, the weight of feelings he didn't want to deal with suffocating him.

"Get your shit together, man," he muttered, but the harsh tone couldn't hide the truth. His feelings—this wasn't just lust anymore. He cared for you, deeper than he ever thought possible.

This was different.

Way different.

Somewhere deep down, in that part of him he thought had died long ago, you'd stirred something awake. After all the days spent arguing like bickering lovers, teasing and denying, kissing and touching—the boundaries had blurred. The lines had been crossed. The walls were down.

This was it—for both of you. The last remnants of restraint were gone, and all that was left were the raw, honest feelings you couldn't deny any longer.

This wasn't just a phase. It wasn't just chasing tail anymore. He knew exactly what this was.

And the next time you came down those stairs, you'd have his heart—whether you wanted it or not.

-

Night came faster than you'd expected. You hadn't bothered going downstairs the rest of the day, preferring to stay in bed, bum around in your oversized shirt and watching movies. But if you were honest with yourself, it wasn't just for comfort—you were avoiding a certain someone. You still hadn't managed to sort out your thoughts or your feelings about him.

A real relationship wasn't supposed to be an option—but here you were, more conflicted than ever.

You let your eyes close, wishing you could rewind the last few weeks. But even if you could... would you really change what happened between you and him? You wanted him more than ever, despite the chaos. He made everything feel so easy. Even when you were at each other's throats, he had a way of making you melt. Every look, every kiss erased the rest of the world. Part of you wished things could be simpler, but deep down, you knew you wouldn't change a thing.

Sometimes, you wished he could be someone else—someone with a normal life you could share. But that thought faded as quickly as it came. He was who he was—a man with a dangerous past. That couldn't change. And yet, you didn't care. In fact, part of you loved that wildness in him, that strength, protectiveness, and unwavering loyalty.

But were you being realistic? If you took things seriously—if he felt the same way and it became something real—could it work long-term? You were a high-ranking politician with an image to protect, and he had a shady past. Everything would need to be perfect, which felt impossible.

"It doesn't matter anyway," you whispered to yourself. "Even if he did feel the same, life just isn't that simple."

You chewed your lower lip. There was always the 'what if.' Could he settle down, love only you forever, and accept the love you had to offer? Or would the fear of rejection break you first?

You sighed, falling back onto the bed. He was the sweetest—and most irritating man in the world. You wanted to trust him, but could you? And what if he couldn't handle life with you?

Your job was the biggest issue. Even though you hadn't officially run for the Senate, your supporters would likely still push you to keep going. You didn't love politics, but a big part of you adored helping people, building and supporting initiatives, leading by example. Could you marry your pink-haired gangster assassin-turned-bodyguard? Would you still be able to pursue your political career? And what would your supporters think if they found out about his past?

After everything, you never could have guessed you'd end up falling for a former assassin. In the span of a few months, you'd both fallen hard for each other—without even realizing it.

He'd pushed, teased, and taunted you until you finally gave in. Damn him, you had. Your stomach flipped just thinking of him.

A slow, heated smirk crept across your lips at the memory of his touch, the feel of his body pressed against yours. He kissed you like he'd wanted it for decades.

Snuggling deeper into the fluffy blankets, it felt right. Lying there, your thoughts tangled as the image of being naked in the sheets with him teased your mind. Something about it just seemed so natural, so—

Grrrrr

Your stomach growled loudly, breaking through the tension of your thoughts. It had been hours since you last ate—mostly because you'd been trying to avoid him. By now, it was late into the evening.

With a deep sigh, you climbed out of bed, straightened your clothes, and ran a hand through your hair to tame it. You glanced at yourself in the mirror. The oversized shirt draped just past your thighs, flashing a bit when you turned a certain way. The boyshorts you had on weren't exactly flattering—certainly not seductive—but whatever. You sighed, resigned. He'd already seen you naked anyway, and clearly, he liked what he saw. This would have to do.

Yawning, you crept downstairs, peeking into the living room first. The room was pitch black, except for the soft glow of the muted television. Moving closer, you peeked over the back of the couch. There was Sukuna, sprawled out on his back, one arm thrown behind his head, a tablet resting on his chest. His eyes were closed, his breathing soft. Your gaze traveled down his muscular frame, lingering on the large outline beneath his sweatpants. His abs were fully exposed, the trail of fine hair leading to his belly button tempting your gaze lower. Your mouth practically watered at the sight of the V of muscles framing his waist.

Even in the dark, he was striking.

"He must've been really bored or exhausted," you whispered softly, feeling a tiny ping of guilt for isolating yourself the entire evening.

Turning away before your resolve could waver, you tiptoed to the kitchen, aiming for a snack. You reached for a bag of chips in the pantry when, suddenly, a large hand covered your mouth. His arm snaked around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest before you could scream.

"Why is your fat ass in the kitchen? It's past midnight," he mumbled. His breathing was heavy, and you caught the faint scent of whiskey on him as his warm body pressed against yours.

You mumbled muffled protests, your fingers curling around his hand, trying to pull it off. The soft sound you made was enough to send a vibration through his hand, though he didn't move.

Your ass was right up against his crotch, and you felt him twitch slightly against you. A soft hum left his lips as he rested his chin on the top of your head.

Pleased by his reaction, you shivered again when his deep chuckle rumbled through his chest. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach as his scent filled your senses.

"Hm? What was that?" he asked innocently, his smirk practically audible.

"Kmmr pfr dssck mmf!" you hissed, your words completely muffled by his hand.

"You love me and want to treat me like a king, huh?" His voice dipped lower, teasing but with a dark edge. "That's real generous, princess."

You shook your head, eyes narrowing in frustration.

"No? You just want a snack?" he concluded, amused.

You nodded quickly, hoping he'd let you go.

His smirk widened into a full grin as he finally removed his hand.

He finally removed his hand, still grinning.
"You—asshole," you huffed, trying to hide the mix of fear and anticipation in your eyes. "I should punch you for that."

"You scared the hell out of me. Don't do that," you grumbled under your breath, squirming out of his strong embrace, your heart still racing from the scare.

"Relax, dollface," Sukuna murmured, leaning in closer with that signature smug smile. "I'm just doing my job, keeping you safe and protected," he whispered, his breath warm against your skin, voice dripping with teasing.

You shifted your arm, playfully swatting his bicep. "Lame excuse. And quit touching me, especially when you just scare me. I'm tired." A small, annoyed huff escaped your lips as you tried to shake off the tension.

"I'm tired too," he murmured, his voice dipping lower as his hips pressed lightly against yours. "But now... I'm hard." His teasing grin remained, though the intensity behind it darkened.

"Are you drunk?" you asked, cocking an eyebrow, your eyes narrowing as you studied him.

"Nah, just a little buzzed," he admitted with a cute, lingering smile. "Still more than functional."

"Hm." You snorted, rolling your eyes.

"Don't fucking 'hm' me," he shot back, leaning back slightly, his eyebrows shooting up in mock confusion. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Exactly what it sounds like," you taunted, your gaze drifting to the bag of chips in front of you. Grabbing a handful, you popping them into your mouth. "Mmmm, precious chips," you sang teasingly. "So delicious..." You trailed off, tossing another handful in as you smirked and held a chip up to his lips, popping it into his mouth.

"Good, yeah?" you asked innocently.

"You drive me fucking insane," he muttered, narrowing his eyes, but the smirk stayed firmly in place.

"Yeah, so I've been told... for what...the fifty times since I've been here," you exaggerated, a small smile creeping onto your face.

"Yes, because it's the goddamn truth," he complained, shaking his head.

"Whatever, can you let me go now?" you asked, still munching on the chips.

"Give me those," he growled, snatching the bag from your hand and tossing it aside before pulling you back into his arms again.

"My chips!" you whined, pouting up at him.

"Fuck your chips," he whispered against your shoulder with a low chuckle. His arms locked you firmly against his chest as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. For a brief moment, his hold tightened, almost like he was afraid to let you go.

You felt his teeth graze your neck—a soft, teasing bite—before he sucked gently on your skin. The sensation sent a shiver racing through you, electricity pulsing in your veins. Your toes curled, and a soft hum escaped your lips, completely lost in the warmth of his mouth against your sensitive skin.

Instinctively, you tilted your head to the side, offering him better access. He grinned, knowing exactly what it meant—that you wanted him just as badly as he wanted you.

"Still not saying a proper apology," you half-heartedly protested, your hands gripping the counter, even though the catch in your voice betrayed your resolve.

"Always making things so complicated, sweetheart." His grip on your waist tightened, pulling you closer against him as his mouth moved back to your neck, leaving more teasing bites—enough to form a few hickeys. You didn't resist, letting him stay close.

"I'm not—" you tried to argue, but your voice was soft, uncertain. "Look can you please just let me go?"

"Alright," Sukuna murmured, his lips finally parting from your skin.

"Thank you," you sighed, your breath coming in short, quick bursts as you pulled away, not wanting to push further. Though, deep down, you craved it more than you wanted to admit. He didn't need to know that.

His growl of annoyance rumbled through the air, but you couldn't hold back your giggles. It felt liberating, having him hooked on you. A soft sigh escaped your lips, the lingering question of whether he could keep control hovering in the back of your mind. You knew he was holding back from something... and for how long?

"Can't you at least be an angel and make me some food?" he drawled, his arm draping lazily over your shoulder, heavier this time. His grin was still there, but the weight of him—both his body and the intensity of the moment—pressed down on you.

You glanced at him warily. "Get off, you're heavy. And don't act all innocent when you just threw my chips on the floor and scared the hell outta me," you huffed, narrowing your eyes at him as you pouted.

He chuckled, nuzzling into the crook of your neck before giving your shoulder a playful bite. "So, is that a yes or a no?"

You stifled a laugh, fighting off the growing arousal tugging at you. "Fine, just get off. You weigh more than you look."

"Yeah, because I work out," he added with a cocky smirk. "And, I'm a god."

You rolled your eyes, unable to hide the butterflies swarming in your stomach. "So this is the 'real' Sukuna, huh?" you teased. "Not the terrifying, mysterious guy I thought you were?"

His grin widened, voice dropping to a low, dangerous rumble. "Oh, trust me, princess. The real Sukuna's still here. You're just lucky this side of him is a little less... vicious." His eyes gleamed with a familiar edge. "But only to a degree. Now, are you gonna be an angel and feed me?"

"Already treating me like a housewife, huh?" you shot back, meeting his gaze with a smirk. "Our marriage is still pending, and if I recall correctly, you still need to grovel at my feet for forgiveness. So, if I were you, I wouldn't get too excited."

Sukuna's grin didn't falter; if anything, your teasing only made his smirk widen.

"Hey! Don't look so happy," you grumbled, glancing away as your cheeks warmed under his gaze.

His laughter rumbled low in his chest. "Why are you so damn small?" he teased, amusement lacing his tone. "It's fucking hilarious."

Before you could retort, his hands gripped your waist, lifting you effortlessly off the ground. A surprised yelp escaped your lips as he hoisted you into the air.

"You ass! Let me down! I'm not a damn plaything!" you yelled, squirming in his grip, though laughter bubbling it's way out betrayed your frustration.

Sukuna chuckled, eyes gleaming with mischief. "Oh, but we could have a good fuck right now, princess." His voice dropped lower, taunting. "You'd love it, right up against the wall."

Heat shot through your body, your breath catching. You squealed as he laughed, your pulse quickening under his gaze. You wiggled in his arms, but he pressed you against the wall, his eyes glinting with raw hunger.

"Let me go, you—" you began, but your voice faltered, caught between fear and excitement. His hands roamed over the back of your thighs, leaving trails of heat as they moved to your ass. He squeezed lightly, pulling you flush against him, your legs wrapping around his hips. His grin widened as his nose brushed against yours.

"See?" he whispered, voice husky. "Just like I said."

"Damn it, put me down, or I'll kick your ass," you huffed, cheeks flaming even more.

He cackled, clearly enjoying how flustered you were as you squirmed in his hold. "You—ugh! Stop laughing, asshole!" you snapped, glaring at him.

"Say you're sorry," he shot back, grinning widely.

"W-what the fuck! Me apologize to you! For what?!" you cried, feeling his fingers lightly tickling the edge of your panties.

"For threatening me just now and avoiding me all day." His smirk grew wider, eyes glittering with delight. His lips quirked, as if trying to hold back a laugh. "Well? Say you're sorry, and then I'll think about letting you down."

"You—you asshole!" you sputtered, "That's such bullshit. You're acting like a man-child."

"Maybe." He shrugged. "But I've got the upper hand, and I'm not letting you down until you say it."

With a dramatic sigh, you relented. "Fine! I'm sorry I'm short and can't defend myself against your dumb ass." You bit out sarcastically. "Now, can I please be put down? My butt is cold, and I'm uncomfortable. You're also squishing me."

Sukuna's grin grew even wider. "One more thing."

You glared at him. "Fuck you."

"Love it when you talk dirty," he teased, his eyes dark with amusement. "All in due time, pretty girl."

You groaned in defeat. "What now?"

"Tell me you'll forgive me," he demanded, his tone playful but with a glint of something more serious in his gaze.

You sighed, rolling your eyes. "Fine, whatever. I forgive you, Sukuna." Your voice softened as you met his gaze, and for a second, the tension between you shifted, something heavier settling in the air.

Sukuna's grip softened gradually, his hands lingering at your waist for just a second longer than necessary before he let you slide down his body. Your feet hit the ground lightly, but the warmth of his touch still tingled on your skin. You exhaled deeply, wasting no time playfully smacking his chest repeatedly with your small fists.

"You're such a jerk! Bastard! Asshole! Quit messing with me!" you huffed, your fists landing lightly on his chest with each word. The frustration behind your hits was half-hearted at best, and after a few moments, you met his gaze with a small pout.

Sukuna laughed, catching your hands mid-swing, but as his fingers laced through yours, the mood shifted. His grip softened, and the tension in the air thickened. For the first time, his touch felt... different—gentle, almost intimate.

"Wouldn't dream of it, babe," he murmured, his voice softening as his thumb traced lazy circles over the back of your hand. He looked so relaxed, a weight seemingly lifted from his shoulders. "It's too much fun seeing you like this."

You swatted his shoulder half-heartedly, cheeks burning under his intense gaze. "You're cute when you're flustered," he murmured, his hand brushing a strand of hair from your face. For a moment, his eyes softened, as if he was letting his guard down—just for you.

His words made your heart race, and you hated how easily he could get under your skin. Seeing this softer side, the way his hands held yours carefully, made your resolve slip. Your crush on him, already undeniable, was growing—faster than you were prepared to admit.

He definitely noticed your blushing reaction, and your response was too sweet for him to resist. The feeling was undeniably pleasant, seeing you relax under his touch. He liked this much better. He felt comfortable holding you, caressing your smaller, more delicate hands in his.

This moment was too perfect for him to let go, and he was going to savor it.

"Oh, shut up," you muttered, cheeks flushed as you slowly tried to pull your hands away. But Sukuna wasn't having it. He tightened his grip, refusing to let you break the contact, and those familiar butterflies filled your chest once more.

You looked upwards, keeping your head held high even as your heart raced. The warmth of his touch washed over you as he intertwined his fingers with yours.

"You must be drunker than I thought," you quipped, trying to lighten the mood. "You're way more touchy-feely than usual."

Sukuna's smirk faltered for a split second, his thumb brushing over your skin like he wasn't quite ready to let go. "I can handle my liquor just fine," he muttered, though his voice had lost some of its edge.

"Maybe," you teased, your voice dropping, "but that doesn't explain why you're suddenly so... affectionate."

Sukuna exhaled sharply, finally releasing your hands. "Just be a good girl and make me something to eat," he said, punctuating his words with a playful slap to your ass. He shoved his hands into his pockets, leaning back against the counter as he eyed you closely.

You froze for a moment, before quickly making your way to the fridge, determined not to trip over yourself in front of him. But you could feel his eyes on you, tracking your every move. His smirk sent your heart racing.

He couldn't help but smirk more, finding your awkwardness both amusing and endearing. He liked those little quirks about you, wanting you all the more for them.

Rummaging through the fridge, you tried to focus on something else, anything else, but the heat of his body lingering behind you. It made your pulse race. Every time his fingertips brushed your skin, it sent a spark through you, and your thoughts kept drifting back to him, to the way his hands felt on your body.

"What do you want, anyway?" you asked, bending slightly as you rummaged through the shelves. Sukuna's hands slid under your shirt, gripping your hips firmly. He pulled your ass against his pelvis, the heat of his body leaving no doubt what he wanted.

"Sukunaaa, s-stop," you muttered weakly, but your body betrayed you, heat pooling low in your stomach.

"Can I just have you instead?" he murmured against your ear, his voice low and rough. His hands squeezed your hips, slow and deliberate, savoring the feel of you beneath his fingers.

You huffed, cheeks flushing deeper. "You're getting a sandwich, that's it," you muttered, rolling your eyes to hide the creeping blush. You wriggled out of his grip and turned back to the counter, busying yourself with the sandwich, trying to refocus.

Only the sound of his laughter filled the space, and you could feel his gaze on you—intense, unwavering.

"Do you always stare at women like a creep?" you muttered, glancing over your shoulder to catch him watching, his cheeks slightly flushed, eyes hooded as he took you in like a puzzle he was desperate to solve.

"Hey!" You snapped your fingers. "Earth to Sukuna. What's on your mind?"

"Nothing." Sukuna's eyes focused on you, his hand moving to tousle his pink hair. "I mean, I was thinking of you. I always do," he said with a shrug, his cocky smirk barely masking the hesitation in his eyes.

You tilted your head. "No you weren't," you teased. "You looked lost."

"You know," He grew quiet, his expression softening in a way that caught you off guard. "I've been thinking... about spending more time with you. About treating you better," he admitted, his usual bravado softening into something more real.

You paused, turning to face him, raising a brow in suspicion. "Hmm? That sounds interesting... but also very questionable. Care to elaborate?"

Sukuna crossed his arms, leaning back against the counter, the smirk returning to his lips as he tried to play it cool. "Look... even when you're bein' a little brat, I gotta admit... it's kinda hot," he muttered, rubbing his temples in frustration. "Fuck, this isn't coming out right," he grumbled, plopping onto the kitchen stool.

Watching him fumble with his words was more endearing than you expected from someone so brash. You couldn't help but giggle. "Take your time," you teased. "Didn't think the big tough guy had a soft side."

"I swear to God," Sukuna muttered, glaring. "You drive me fucking crazy. I can't even form a sentence around you, and you always make me sound soft. I'm not like that."

"Oh my gawwd, you're sooo cute," you started fan-girling, which clearly would tick him off, more. "Big, scary Sukuna... all flustered," you cooed, moving closer and pinching his cheeks playfully, jutting your bottom lip out like you were teasing a baby.

"For fuck's sake, it's not like that," he grumbled, slapping your hands away, but the hint of a smile remained. His frustration only made you laugh harder.

He couldn't help but admire how beautiful you looked when you laughed, how your whole demeanor brightened. It was addicting, and no matter how much he wanted to curse you for making him feel this way, he couldn't deny the satisfaction of knowing he was the one making you happy.

"Sure sounds that way," you smirked. "Whatever's happening between us, it's definitely amusing."

Sukuna's glare darkened as he leaned in closer. "You're such a fucking problem," he growled.

You didn't miss a beat. "Then make me the fucking solution," you shot back, grinning wider.

Sukuna's scowl deepened, frustration rolling off him. "Y'know, I hate you, and I swear, I wanna strangle the fuck out of you. You make me feel like shit and confuse the fuck out of me."

You tilted your head, his aggression almost endearing as you chuckled. "You're a terrible liar. It's honestly adorable. But the feeling's mutual."

His eyes narrowed. "Keep runnin' your mouth. See where it gets you."

You wiggled your fingers in his face, taunting him. "Darlin', I already have you wrapped around my fingers. All I'm missing is the ring," you drawled in a mock southern accent, chuckling at his sour expression.

"Jesus fucking Christ," Sukuna muttered, his body going rigid. For a moment, he just sat there, glaring, but you noticed something shift in his expression—a brief flash of hesitation before he looked away, grumbling as he pulled out his phone, clearly avoiding how deeply you were getting under his skin.

Without hesitation, you wrapped your arms around his neck, your fingers trailing down his chest in an attempt to calm him. You rested your head on his shoulder, pressing a soft kiss to the side of his neck. His muscles tensed beneath your touch, his heartbeat quickening under your fingertips as he slowly turned to face you.

"Sorry," you murmured, biting your lip. "I only tease you because it's cute how flustered you get... it's really adorable." Your hand cupped his cheek, guiding his face toward yours as you pressed a tender kiss to his cheekbone. The sharp angles of his face, the way his jaw tensed beneath your touch—it all captivated you. It wasn't just his physique or his voice that pulled you in—it was everything about him.

A hum escaped your lips as you snuggled closer to his face.

A deep groan rumbled from his throat, and his shoulders relaxed under your touch.

"Sweetheart," he sighed, tilting his head back as though finally surrendering to the moment.

"So you forgive me?" you purred, your voice low and sultry as your lips brushed his ear.

"Hm."

"Not even gonna say yes?"

"No," he said curtly, pulling back to stare into your eyes.

"Baby," you cooed, trailing light kisses down his neck. "C'mon..." You nuzzled against him again, smiling at the soft, gruff laugh he gave. You loved the way his laugh vibrated under your touch. "I made you food. That earns me a few brownie points, right?"

"Yes and no," he huffed, fighting a grin. "You still avoided me most of the day."

You bit your lip, pulling back slightly. "Is that so bad?"

A pause. "No."

Your eyes sparkled, picking up on the change in his tone. "Then what's wrong, hmm?"

"I don't know. We're... complicated."

You nuzzled him again, kissing the pulse in his neck. "Are we now?" you breathed against his skin. "What's new?"

He shook his head, running his fingers through his hair as if the motion would clear his mind. He cursed softly under his breath, the words unclear, but the intensity hung heavy in the air between you.

"Baby," you whispered, slowly placing more kisses to his neck until you reached his collarbone. His eyes closed as he took a deep breath, his flushed cheeks betraying how flustered he was. You loved seeing him like this—desperately trying to keep his composure. But this time, something was different. He seemed to be holding back, as if afraid to fully give in.

"My type..." you whispered.

His eyes opened slightly, confusion flickering across his face. "What?" His voice was softer now, almost unsure.

"...It's definitely changed now" you admitted, the words slipping out before you could stop them.

Sukuna hummed, the sound vibrating low in his chest. "How's that?"

You hesitated, feeling the weight of your own vulnerability. "For one... they're manlier. Muscular, tall, dominant... really sexy," you began, biting your lip. "They have to have some attitude. A bad boy, maybe a bit of an asshole, but someone who could sweep me off my feet. Protective, charming... someone who knows what they want and isn't afraid to take it. And put me in my place when needed but has a soft side underneath it all." You paused, the tension thick in the air. "Someone like you... I suppose," you finished quietly, avoiding his gaze as heat rose to your cheeks.

Sukuna stayed still, his jaw clenched as if fighting a grin. His eyes flickered with interest, especially as your words sank in, calling him out for being exactly what you wanted. The tension between you felt electric, like he was one step away from claiming victory.

You let out a nervous giggle, trying to ease the intensity. "That's a pretty long list, right?" You smiled, but as you glanced at him, you caught something in his eyes that made you stop. "You look... amused," you observed, suspicion creeping into your voice.

His smirk finally broke through. "So I'm your type, princess?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, his voice dripping with confidence.

"Only slightly... sort of," you teased, a tiny, innocent giggle escaping as you tried to downplay the truth.

Sukuna leaned in, his face just inches from yours, heat radiating from him. His chin tilted, and his smirk deepened as he licked his bottom lip. His darkened eyes locked onto yours, filled with something deeper, more possessive.

"Is that so?" he whispered, his voice a low, dangerous hum. "Mhmm... you sure about that, baby girl?"

A shudder ran through you, your breath catching in your throat. His eyes never left yours, and you could feel him drinking in every part of you, savoring the moment. His gaze flickered to your lips, then back to your eyes, and the heat between you became unbearable.

"I guess you're sort of my type, too," Sukuna admitted, his voice softening though it still held a teasing edge. "Even though you're a pain in my fucking ass. Constantly."

The softness in his tone caught you off guard, and you blinked in surprise. "How so?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, needing to hear more.

Sukuna's cocky demeanor returned as he leaned back, crossing his arms over his broad chest. "You want details?" he asked, smirking as if savoring the power he held in that moment.

"Please," you replied, your heart racing as you locked eyes with him. A tiny pout formed on your lips, the anticipation killing you.

Sukuna didn't rush. His eyes slowly raked over you as he spoke. "For one, you're too pretty and too damn mouthy for your own good. But... I fucking love it. It's annoying as hell, but I'll give you credit—it's different. It got my attention, that's for sure."

Your brows shot up in surprise, a nervous blush creeping up your cheeks. You could have sworn you saw a faint tint of pink on his own skin, but he was quick to brush it off.

He continued without hesitation. "You've got a nice ass, thick thighs, a cute smile, and those eyes... fuck, those pouty lips drive me crazy." His voice didn't waver, confident and unashamed, as if he felt no regret letting the words spill out. "So yeah, that should tell you a lot. No point in lying."

You smirked, stepping closer, though a part of you wondered if he was serious. His bluntness caught you off guard. For a moment, the teasing air between you shifted, and you saw a flicker of something deeper in his eyes.

"You're gorgeous, and if you don't see it, you're fucking blind,"he muttered, his hand grazing your jawline as he leaned in, his words carrying a surprising weight that sent your heart racing.

"Even when you pout and send me those defiant glares, I fucking love it." He chuckled softly, the cocky tone fading as his expression grew more tender. "Sweetheart, you're pretty damn perfect."

His words made your heart race, and for the first time, you saw something gentler in his eyes—something real. His large palm gently caressed your face, and suddenly, the cocky Sukuna faded, replaced by someone who wasn't just teasing or playing around.

"I shouldn't like you, Y/N," he muttered, his thumb brushing over your lip. He hesitated, swallowing hard as if the words were stuck in his throat. "But... I really fuckin' do." His words hung between you, raw and undeniable. You blinked, the confession hitting you harder than expected—was this the same arrogant bastard you'd been fighting all this time?

Your mind reeled, spiraling at the idea that Sukuna—your arrogant, frustrating, yet undeniably charming crush—had just confessed that he liked you. "Y-you what?" you stammered, barely able to catch your breath.

Sukuna's eyes flicked up toward the ceiling, his cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red.

"Fuckin' hell," he muttered under his breath, his grip on your waist tightening as if grounding himself. For a moment, he looked anywhere but at you, the weight of his unspoken words hanging in the air. His bravado wavered, replaced by something raw and uncertain. His voice dropped lower when he finally spoke, "I'm not saying it again,"but the vulnerability in his eyes told you everything his words refused to admit.

"You heard me, don't push it, woman. Goddammit," he growled, his voice low and rough. His pride was at stake, but for a brief second, you saw the vulnerability peeking through.

Your jaw dropped slightly. "Oh shit... you're really shy and sweet right now," you said with a soft laugh, still processing the shock. Sukuna—this bold, untouchable man—was blushing over you, and it filled you with giddy excitement.

He grumbled, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer, as if to hide his embarrassment. "Fucking hell."

"I never thought this would happen," you murmured, your voice softening. "Didn't think you'd actually 'like me' like me."

"I should take it back," he grumbled, though his eyes betrayed him.

You giggled, unable to contain the happiness bubbling up inside you. His walls were breaking down, and watching it happen made you feel almost giddy.

"Shut the fuck up," he barked, but the way his cheeks flushed told you everything you needed to know.

"So, does this mean no more insults? You actually like me?" you asked, curiosity sparking in your eyes. "Or is this just dick talk, or do you really mean it?"

He smirked, regaining some of his usual cockiness. "Afraid?"

"For your safety," you teased, flashing him a playful grin.

Sukuna chuckled, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "I'm not scared of anything, babe," he teased, his thumb tracing your knuckles with deliberate softness. "But here's a thought..." His casual touch contrasted with the intensity of his gaze, promising more than just words.

"Go on," you urged, your smile widening as his thumb continued their gentle circles on your skin. You were still riding the high of his confession, feeling closer to him than ever.

"How about you sleep upstairs next to me, and you'll figure it all out," he suggested casually, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close. "My intentions are pure."

You snorted, playfully pushing him back. "Pure my ass. You're a liar." You shook your head, though you could see through his cockiness—his vulnerable side was peeking through, no matter how much he tried to hide it.

He gave your ass a playful squeeze, grinning. "Let's watch a movie," he offered. "Isn't that your thing? No funny business. It'll be like... a date or whatever."

You blinked, caught off guard. "Are you serious?"

The uncertainty in your voice made you step back, scanning his expression to see if he was messing with you.

"I guess," he shrugged, trying to sound casual, but the flicker of hesitation in his eyes gave him away.

You giggled, quickly covering your mouth as you jumped up and down, unable to hide your excitement.

"Wait....nun-uh. It'll take more than that pretty face and cocky attitude to get me into bed. You'll have to prove you mean it," you said, stopping your motions and crossing your arms.

You weren't about to make this easy for him. If Sukuna wanted more, he'd have to earn it—prove that what he felt was more than just lust. And you were more than ready to see how far he'd go. After everything, the last thing you wanted was to let your guard down only to get hurt.

His expression shifted, his eyes narrowing in that familiar aggressive way. "The fuck? You already sucked my dick, and I've already had my tongue on your pussy," he growled, his voice rough, unapologetic. "Are you playin' hard to get now?"

Heat rushed to your cheeks at the memory.

You rolled your eyes, refusing to give in to his crudeness. "No, it could've just been a fluke," you said, grinning sweetly as you enjoyed watching him get riled up. "And honestly, I have no clue if I even enjoyed it."

"You little shit," Sukuna growled, his hands gripping your waist with a blend of dominance and tenderness that always sent a shiver through you. "Fine."

Your eyes widened in mock surprise. "You'll agree? To what, exactly? No fooling around? A date?" you teased, letting your fingers trace the tension in his bicep.

Sukuna groaned, clearly annoyed. "To whatever. Yes," he sighed, sounding frustrated and out of his element. "Just pick something already."

A smirk spread across your face. "Aww, Suki-poo. My new boyfriend's such a sweetie pie," you teased, batting your lashes up at him.

His eyebrow shot up. "Your what? What did you just call me?"

You grinned, feigning innocence. "I can't remember," you said, a playful glint in your eyes.

"You said boyfriend," he shot back, his eyes narrowing.

"Maybe," you whispered, stepping closer, your tone daring him.

"Say it again."

"Only if you admit it, too," you teased, flashing a sly smile, hoping to finally hear him confirm his feelings and give you a title.

He smirked, leaning in closer. "Not happening."

You wrinkled your nose and shrugged. "Then I'm not saying it again either. So, tough luck, buttercup."

Sukuna growled low, glaring down at you in that way he did when he wasn't really angry, just playfully annoyed. "God, I fucking hate you sometimes. Always making me want you and hate you at the same time."

You giggled, cheeks flushing red. "Liar."

"Try me," he said, his voice firm as he pulled you against his chest. The tension between you softened, melting into something warmer, more comfortable.

Your fingers traced the lines of his chest, lingering on the firm ridges of muscle. You bit your lip, hesitating for just a moment. "How about... for our date," you began, glancing up at him, "you take me down to the beach? It's close by, and we could use a break from the house."

He stilled, narrowing his eyes slightly. "The beach? Seriously?" There was hesitation in his voice, but it wasn't a no.

You grinned, eyes softening as you leaned in closer, your tone taking on a playful edge. "Yes, just you, me, and the ocean," you whispered. You knew exactly what buttons to push. "Please... Daddy?" you teased, your voice dropping seductively.

His grip on your waist tightened instantly, a low groan escaping him. "Don't start with that again," he muttered, though the way his body reacted told you otherwise.

"You love it," you purred, your hands sliding up to massage the back of his neck in slow, soothing circles.

"Mm," he grunted, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

"That feels good? You're making funny faces," you said softly, watching the way his lips pressed together as he tried to hide his reaction.

He nearly melted under your touch, his tough exterior cracking just a bit. "Mmh. Fine. But there are rules—no more than two feet apart at all times," he exhaled deeply as you tugged gently on the roots of his hair, pulling a groan from him.

"Great," you whispered, leaning in closer. "And no smoking either."

Sukuna groaned deeply, the sound reverberating through his chest. "I don't smoke that often," he muttered, resting his forehead against your chest as if surrendering to your touch.

You raised an eyebrow. "I've seen the cartons of cigarettes," you quipped, stepping back slightly to meet his gaze. "Not to mention all the butts."

He went quiet, his jaw tightening. "I have my vices."

"Clearly," you teased, crossing your arms over your chest.

"I only smoke socially," he muttered, clearly growing irritated under your stare. "Look, I've got a stressful fuckin' job. Cut me some slack."

You shrugged, the tension between you easing as you softened your tone. "I get it, but I don't like it," you said. "And it's bad for you."

"Don't start lecturing me, woman," he grumbled, though his voice had softened. "Fine. I'll cut back—maybe."

"See? That wasn't so hard," you teased, running your fingers over his shoulder. "Look at you, making progress, being sweet and all. It's nice to know I have so much influence."

He narrowed his eyes, though the amusement was unmistakable. "Watch what you say," he warned.

"And stop giving me puppy-dog eyes," he added, though a tinge of a smirk tugged at his lips betrayed his attempt at seriousness.

You batted your eyelashes innocently. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"I'm going to bed," he muttered, his bravado faltering just a little as he got up and headed toward his room. You could tell—he wasn't really walking away from you. He was giving himself space, but not too much. "We'll do this date shit tomorrow," he called back, like he needed the final word to steady himself.

"Wait, come here!" you called after him, running up and wrapping your arms around his waist before he could escape.

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"Wait, come here!" you called after him, running up and wrapping your arms around his waist before he could escape.

"Really? This?" he grumbled, though his hands instinctively tightened around you, pulling you into a firm embrace, his eyes closing as if savoring the moment. You inhaled the unique scent of his cologne—an intoxicating mix of earth and spice filling your senses.

"Lower your head for a second," you requested, your voice softer now.

Sukuna's chest rumbled with laughter as he complied, leaning down to meet your height. "Short ass," he chuckled, a teasing edge clear in his voice.

"Tall bastard," you shot back, though the smile on your lips portrayed your amusement as you grinned up at him.

Your hands slid up his chest, wrapping around his neck as you pulled him closer. His grin widened, fully anticipating the kiss. Rising onto your tiptoes, your lips finally met his.

Sukuna's hand slid to the back of your head, pulling you deeper into the kiss. "Damn, you're fucking cute," he murmured against your lips, his voice low and thick with desire.

His hands moved down your thighs, heat radiating from his touch as he pressed harder into you. His kisses grew more frantic, more urgent, as his grip tightened, lifting you easily and wrapping your legs around his hips, pinning your body flush against his. You could feel the heat of his arousal, hard and insistent, pressing against you.

Your arms tightened around his neck, the heat of his body searing into yours as you deepened the kiss. Each brush of his tongue against yours sent a jolt of electricity racing through your veins, making your skin tingle. His tongue caressed yours in a way that left you breathless, while your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging at the base of his hair as the passion between you heightened.

With a swift motion, Sukuna carried you to the kitchen island, setting you gently onto the cold stone countertop. Your kisses grew more desperate, filled with emotions you'd both tried to deny. It wasn't just lust anymore; it was something far deeper, more intense.

His body pressed into yours, the friction of his arousal rubbing against your soaked core. The heat built slowly between you as his breath grew ragged, matching the soft moans escaping your lips. His hips rocked harder, the pressure intensifying with every movement, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your aching clit. Your body trembled beneath him, the tension coiling tight inside, pushing you dangerously close to the edge.

"Sukuna..." you gasped, your breath coming in ragged bursts as the kisses became more heated, his hardness grinding against your damp panties, each movement sending shocks of electricity through you.

He groaned, his hand gripping your hair as he tilted your head back, deepening the kiss. When he finally pulled away, his nose brushed against yours, foreheads touching as you both panted, your bodies burning with need.

"We should probably stop," you managed between breaths, though the hesitation in your voice betrayed your words.

His eyes darkened with lust as he stared at you, his voice a low rumble. "Are you sure?" His hands still gripped your hips, his body pressing firmly against yours, clearly not ready to let go.

"Yeah... we gotta," you replied, though it was clear how hard it was to pull yourself away. You ran your hands over his chest, tracing the firm muscles as your touch lingered. The tension between you was palpable, neither of you truly wanting to stop.

Sukuna's scowl deepened as he reluctantly pulled back, his frustration clear. "What's with that look? You don't think we should?" you teased, though your breath was still shaky from the intensity. The weight of his cock pressed perfectly against your entrance, and even as you pulled back, the sensation lingered, tempting you.

"No, I'd rather keep going," he admitted, his voice rough, his gaze sweeping over you. "But... I get it." He sighed, brushing a few stray hairs from your face, his thumb gently caressing your cheek.

You gave him a small smile, relief and desire warring inside you. "We need to slow down..." You whispered, though even you didn't sound convinced.

His smirk returned, playful and predatory. "Well, we better not wait too long," he teased, his tone light but suggestive. "I've been waiting to dick you down for a while now. Might even have you pregnant if you ain't careful."

A rush of warmth surged through you add his words, making your embarrassment impossible to hide. The embarrassment crept over your skin, making you feel hot all over. "Wh-what?" you stammered, taken aback by the boldness of his comment.

"You know exactly what," he smirked, his eyes dark with desire as they raked over your body. His smirk was full of sinful promise, enjoying the way he was torturing you.

"I can't believe you just said that," you muttered, averting your gaze in an attempt to hide the heat creeping up your neck.

Sukuna's lip twitched upwards as he leaned in, his teeth grazing your neck before biting down gently. You gasped as his hold around you tightened, his hot breath teasing your skin as he chuckled softly into your ear. You always knew Sukuna was dirty—filthy even—but the raw confidence and vulgarity still left you breathless every time. It was part of what drew you to him, even if you hated admitting it.

"Sukuna, you're too much," you breathed out, turning your gaze away in an attempt to collect yourself.

"Admit it, you love it." His voice was husky, his hands possessively roaming your body. "I know you want me to fill you up—stretch that tight little pussy," he growled into your ear, the heat of his breath sending shivers down your spine. His grip tightened as you felt him throb harder against your core.

"Oh my god..." You gasped, struggling to catch your breath as your cheeks burned, caught between embarrassment, pleasure, and overwhelming need. You bit back another whimper, but your body betrayed you, melting under his touch.

"Answer me, Princess," he teased, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thigh.

"Stop, Sukuna," you squeaked out, your voice filled with a mix of embarrassment and irritation. You tried to avoid his gaze, your body heating up under his possessive stare.

"Is my baby having dirty, nasty thoughts?" he taunted, pulling your panties to the side as his fingers began to trace lazy circles over your folds. You were already soaked.

"Hmmm..." A soft moan escaped your lips as pleasure bloomed, your eyes fluttering shut. "Ugh, Sukuna... you have no self-control."

He chuckled darkly. "And whose fault is that, princess?" His voice was thick with teasing, the smirk against your skin making your body tingle.

"Stop it already," you halfheartedly protested, pushing weakly against him, though you couldn't deny that you loved every moment of it. "Let's just go to bed," you murmured, trying to regain control as you hopped off the counter, your legs feeling shaky.

"Oh no, not so fast." In one swift movement, Sukuna grabbed you, pulling you back into him. "You're not going anywhere yet," he commanded, his deep voice dripping with dominance.

"Nooo, come on, let me go," you whined, playfully pushing against his chest, but it was like pressing against a brick wall. He didn't budge.

"You're really gonna act like you don't want this?" he whispered, his lips brushing your ear. "I know damn well your pussy needs some attention," he drawled, his voice sensual and intoxicating.

You swallowed hard, a wave of nervous anticipation washing over you as he pushed you down onto the counter, his hands firm as he guided you flat against the cool surface. A hiss escaped your lips as you struggled to get comfortable.

"Relax," Sukuna ordered with a smirk, his hand pressing down firmly on your chest to keep you in place. He shifted your hips to the edge of the counter, his dark eyes locked on you, watching every reaction. You whimpered, the weight of his presence overwhelming, every inch of your body responding to his dominance.

With a swift motion, he pushed your oversized shirt up, revealing your soaked panties. Without a moment's hesitation, he slid them off, letting them fall to the floor. He spread your legs wider, his gaze fixated on your glistening folds, your tiny hole twitching in need.

"Stop trying to seduce me... it's not happening," you mumbled, your cheeks burning with embarrassment.

Sukuna lowered himself between your thighs, his breath warm against your core. He leaned in, his lips brushing over your clit before his tongue flicked out in soft, deliberate strokes. The sensation sent sparks of pleasure racing through you, forcing a gasp from your lips.

Your body jerked as the moans spilled out uncontrollably, Sukuna's tongue expertly working over your sensitive clit, driving you closer to the edge with every flick and tease.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked, his voice laced with devilish amusement.

You shook your head vigorously, the desperation in your expression clear.

"Damn right you don't," he muttered smugly before diving back down, his tongue working in slow, torturous strokes, savoring every moment as you trembled beneath him.

"Oh, God, Sukuna!" The words tore from your throat, your back arching off the counter as waves of pleasure crashed through you.

Your legs tightened around his head, pulling him closer, while your hands gripped his hair, tugging and urging him deeper. His large hands gripped your waist, keeping you steady as his tongue worked faster, pushing you toward the edge of bliss.

"Mmmh, don't fucking stop, Sukuna," you whimpered, your voice trembling as the pleasure built inside you.

He paused for a moment, smirking as he looked up at you. "Say my name like that again," he demanded, his gaze full of playful mischief.

"Sukunaaa!" you moaned, your voice breathy as your body shook with pleasure.

"Good girl," he murmured huskily, his mouth returning to your clit while his fingers teased your entrance. He circled your opening before slowly sliding two fingers inside, the stretch making you gasp.

Your walls gripped his fingers as he curled them, hitting that perfect spot that made your back arch. "So tight and wet. My cock might not even fit," Sukuna growled, his voice thick with desire.

"Oh... fuucckk," you whimpered, heat rushing to your face, your cries echoing through the room. His aggressive, filthy words sent shivers down your spine, making you feel sexy, desired—worthy in a way that overwhelmed you.

"Almost there," you moaned as Sukuna's fingers pressed harder against your sensitive bud, rubbing in just the right way.

Your toes curled, your moans filling the air as waves of pleasure overtook your senses. Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging as you screamed, your voice bouncing off the walls as your orgasm built, higher and higher.

Sukuna groaned softly, clearly reveling in watching you fall apart beneath him, the pleasure driving him just as much as it did you. His tongue continued to flick over your clit, savoring every drop of your arousal. The sight of him between your legs, his mouth working you over so hungrily, made the ecstasy almost unbearable.

His teeth grazed your thighs, sending ripples of pleasure across your skin before his tongue found your folds again, hot and insistent. The rough rhythm of his fingers—curling, stroking, pushing—had you trembling, your body losing all control under his relentless touch.

"Cum for me," Sukuna commanded, his voice thick with dominance.

The command sent you over the edge. Ecstasy crashed over you in waves, your walls clenching tight around his fingers as your orgasm wracked your entire body. A gush of wetness spilled over his hand as you trembled, unable to stop the shudders of bliss that gripped you. Your vision blurred, and a weak, breathless moan escaped your lips as your body went limp with exhaustion.

You lay sprawled on the counter, completely spent. Sukuna slowly pulled his fingers out, slick with your release. Without hesitation, he brought his fingers to your mouth, his dark, hungry eyes watching as you obediently sucked your fluids off his digits. Your eyes fluttered shut, savoring the salty-sweet taste of yourself while Sukuna's intense gaze stayed fixed on you.

He lifted your upper body, helping you sit up despite the dizziness making your head spin. Your chest heaved with each deep breath, your heart still racing. "Mmh, good girl," he murmured, leaning down to kiss you. This time, the kiss was slower, sweeter, the taste of your orgasm still lingering between your lips. You melted into him, savoring the connection, the warmth of his kiss making your pulse quicken all over again.

When he pulled away, it felt too soon, and you clung to him, unwilling to let the moment slip away.

"That was... something else," you whispered breathlessly, the weight of the moment settling over you as exhaustion crept into your limbs.

Sukuna grinned, pulling you into another kiss—deeper, more desperate this time. In the back of his mind, he felt a strange, unfamiliar twist of satisfaction, knowing he'd made you breathless, that you wanted him just as much as he craved you. This wasn't just desire—it was something dangerously close to need. His tongue teased yours, the kiss sloppy but filled with passion.

When he pulled back, his face was flushed, his breathing heavy. "That's how I want it," he said with a satisfied grin. "No holding back, no bullshit."

You blinked up at him, still a little dazed from the intensity. A small smile tugged at your lips.

"Now, did I make up for last time?" Sukuna teased.

You nodded, catching your breath. "Yes, all is forgiven."

You glanced up at Sukuna, his smug grin still plastered across his face as he wiped a small bit of your fluids from his lips. You couldn't help but blush, the heat creeping up your neck and into your cheeks.

"Y'know, I think you more than just like me," you teased, raising an eyebrow playfully. "You probably lo—"

Sukuna shot you a glare, knowing exactly where you were headed. "Do not finish that sentence," he warned, his voice a low growl.

Your laughter only intensified as you leaned in, gently kissing his nose, watching as he scowled at being called out. "You've definitely got a thing for me. Maybe more than just 'liking' me."

Sukuna's arms caged you in as he leaned closer, his weight pressing you down into the cool marble counter. His gaze never left yours, sharp and assessing, his breath coming out in a quiet exhale. You wondered what thoughts were running through his mind as his Adam's apple bobbed, his eyes momentarily flicking to the floor. He chewed the inside of his cheek, clearly taking in your words.

As you shifted, trying to slide off the counter, Sukuna was already a step ahead. He gently hoisted you down, his hands firm but unexpectedly tender, a contrast to his usual roughness. You clung to his strong biceps, your fingers tracing the ripple of muscle beneath his skin, your face heating at how soft his touch could be when he wanted.

"Thanks," you mumbled, your gaze locking with his, the silence between you both heavy with unspoken words. Slowly, your fingers trailed down his arm, tracing the veins along his forearm before wandering lower. Your hand drifted down to his crotch, wrapping around his erection. He was so thick, so hard, his length pressing firmly against the front of his boxers, a small damp spot near the tip. You could tell just how badly he wanted you.

Sukuna grunted, biting his lip as your fingers teased the tip of his cock. The tension in his body told you everything—he was trying to hold back, but that only made your smile widen.

You smiled faintly as your hand began to move, slow and deliberate, playfully teasing. A mischievous smirk arose on your lips as you watched him.

Sukuna let out a low chuckle as he leaned into your touch. "Fuuuck," he groaned, his eyes rolling back for a moment before locking back onto yours, his breath shaky from the pleasure.

You gave him a sultry smile, your hand continuing its slow, deliberate strokes. "But don't think this gets you a free pass for pussy tonight. At best, you're getting a handjob or maybe a blowie. But that's it."

Sukuna's breath hitched, his eyes drooping slightly as your teasing touch worked its magic. His cock twitched inside his boxers, the subtle movements of your hand pushing him closer to the edge. His head tipped back, a low, dark laugh rumbling from his chest.

"Fuck, that feels so fuckin' good," he mumbled, his voice dropping to a huskier tone, a loud moan escaping his lips.

You couldn't help but smirk. Sukuna's usual cocky demeanor was slipping, your touch driving him wild. Normally, he'd be the one in control, but right now, you held the power—literally. The realization sent a thrill through you, and you tightened your grip slightly, watching as his eyes rolled back before locking onto yours again, filled with lust.

Sukuna would have had any other woman bent over by now, but with you, it was different. This was more than he bargained for, something deeper, something he wasn't entirely ready to admit but couldn't deny either.

His heart pounded, the sensation foreign to him—because this time, it mattered. He didn't want to mess it up. You weren't just someone to use and move on from—you were different.

"I mean, sure, I love a good blowie," Sukuna started, his tone teasing. "But I'll pass... it's not worth it if I can't feel that tight pussy wrapped around me." He chuckled, his usual bravado slipping into the playful edge, though you didn't miss the faint blush creeping up his neck.

Your jaw dropped slightly, eyebrows raised. "Wow, you're actually saying no?"

"Don't get me wrong, your mouth is amazing, but I'd rather see it wrapped around something else." His voice was low, the heat in his words sending a blush rushing to your cheeks.

Before you could react, he pulled himself free of your grip, adjusting himself with a smug grin. His eyes burned into yours, full of promise.

Sukuna leaned closer, his breath hot against your ear. "When I finally fuck you, sweetheart," he growled, his voice thick with promise. "I'm going to ruin you—in all the right ways." He paused, watching your breath hitch, his smirk widening. "You ready for that?"

Your jaw dropped, his words shocking you, but the thought of finally having him inside you sent a rush of excitement through you. In truth, you were practically dripping at the thought.

"Why do you always say things like that?" you asked, biting your lip, torn between pulling away and pulling him closer. His gaze held yours, and despite your protests, you couldn't deny how your body responded to his words.

Sukuna's grin deepened, eyes gleaming with amusement. "It's cute when you act all innocent. Especially when you call me 'daddy.'" His tone was teasing, but there was a darker, possessive edge as he continued to mock you, loving the way he had the upper hand.

You looked away, trying to hide the blush that betrayed how much his words affected you. Sukuna had a way of controlling the situation effortlessly, his dominance intoxicating.

"Regardless, I know I can handle you, babe," you shot back, your cheeks burning despite your confident tone. "No matter how big you think that cock of yours is." But the flush spreading to your ears told another story.

His smirk widened, his cock throbbing at your words. "Oh, we'll see," he purred, his lips brushing yours. "I'm going to have so much fun with you."

Your heart raced, unsure how far he'd take it, but the thrill was undeniable. Your gaze flickered down to his length, wondering how it could even fit—it seemed impossible.

"The fuck you staring at?" he asked, amusement coloring his voice.

"Uh... you. Duh," you replied, playfully swatting his arm, trying to deflect the heat between you.

He chuckled, dark and raspy. "Like what you see, princess?"

You rolled your eyes, but the shy admission slipped out anyway. "Obviously. Who wouldn't? You're... extremely handsome."

Sukuna's lips twitched with satisfaction, his eyes gleaming with amusement."Mmm... is that so? Tell me more, baby. How sexy am I?"

"Shut up," You rolled your eyes with a laugh, shaking your head."You need an ego boost after I already gave you one?"

For a moment, Sukuna's eyes softened as he gazed at you, something deeper passing between you. He leaned forward, resting his forehead gently against yours before quickly pecking your lips and turning toward the stairs.

"Come on, you look tired. Let's head upstairs," he said, his back to you as he walked away. As you watched him go, the warmth of his kiss lingered. Beneath his rough exterior, you saw something softer—a side of him you hadn't before.

For a man so powerful, so commanding, it was strangely comforting how, with just one touch, he could make you feel both small and protected. The contradiction in him—dangerous yet tender—drew you in deeper than you wanted to admit. It tempted you to let go, to submit completely. And deep down, a part of you craved that. To be owned by him.

Stifling a giggle, your eyes flicked to the obvious bulge between his legs. "You sure you're ready for bed, 'sir'?" Your smirk widened as you ran after him, following him up the stairs.

"Don't call me sir and quit being a smartass. Get your ass up here before I spank it," he scolded, his voice strained as he tried to hide the evident bulge and the pain of his desire.

You bit your lip, swaying playfully before finally speaking up. "Then go ahead and spank me... unless you're too scared to follow through," you teased.

He turned sharply, giving you a devilish, sensual glare. A sinister grin grew on his face. You squeaked when his hands grabbed your hips and hoisted you over his shoulder. "Sukunaaaaa!" you screeched as you dangled upside-down like a sack of potatoes.

"No, this is punishment, babe," he snapped, landing a sharp smack on your ass. You jolted, the heat from the impact spreading as his hand came down again, harder this time.

Your palms flattened against his toned back. Another smack landed, swift and hard, drawing a moan from your lips. Sukuna chuckled darkly in response.

"AH, no more, pleaseee!" you whined pitifully as the strikes came, each one sharper and more intense. But you couldn't deny the thrill—it was kinky, something fun and new, unlike anything you'd ever experienced.

"Hmm, it's okay to cry, princess. This isn't meant to hurt—it's to teach you a lesson," Sukuna purred, squeezing your now-sore ass cheek. You whimpered, the heat throbbing and pulsating as slight pleasure built under the surface.

"If you'd be a good girl, we could skip the punishment and get straight to the pleasure. Understand?"

"Mmhm," you mumbled, your arms hanging loose over his torso, your fingertips tracing the lines of his toned back. He shuddered slightly, and a giggle escaped your lips as you realized even the most powerful man was ticklish.

He jiggled you playfully, his chin lightly tapping against your waist. A cheeky grin spread across your face as you pinched his skin, watching him jerk slightly. "Princess, stop. I hate being tickled," he growled, hissing softly, though his features had softened. You could see a smile threatening to break free, despite his irritation.

Sukuna carried you to your bedroom, nudging the door open carefully. Once inside, he flipped you off his shoulder, dumping you onto the bed with a soft thud. You squeaked, giggling at his rough handling.

Towering over you, Sukuna's strong figure loomed above, his presence dominating as he moved on top of you, his forearms resting on either side of your head. You smiled sweetly, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer, your hands grazing the hard muscle of his abs as you savored the moment.

Sukuna's gaze drifted down, and something in his expression softened, though his heartbeat grew louder. The way you looked at him, your eyes, they had a beautiful sheen, so full of adoration they drew him into a trance.

He could get lost in your eyes.

You met him halfway and felt the tenderness of a soft kiss placed on your mouth. It was not demanding or harsh. He was tender in his ministration, no tongue in the process. Just the tender exchange.

This time was slow and tentative, unlike anything you've ever experienced in your whole life. He rested his hand on the crook of your neck, deepening the kiss, sucking onto your bottom lip as you parted yours for him. Your mouth was hungry and wet as he pushed himself between your legs.

Both of your mouths were moving together in unison. Slow and steady. Gentle. Sweet.
God, you have no idea just how hard his heart is pounding. He was getting lost in all the raw and beautiful emotion swirling through him. You were doing strange, wonderful things to him.
When his mouth departed from yours, your heavy eyelashes fluttered open, finding yourself smiling shyly.

He knew his feelings for you went beyond liking. You, smiling in front of him, made it all too real.

"Hey... are you alright?" you asked, tilting your head to the side in curiosity as you peered at him.

"Yep. Perfect. I'm good. You should sleep," he responded quickly, his tone steady as he tried not to fumble the words. His gaze drifted, his own thoughts beginning to distract him.

Finally, he stood, pulling himself away from you. His heart panged a bit, knowing you might have noticed him getting uncomfortable with the tender intimacy. It still felt strange.

He had many women before, many times, all for one night only. But none of them were making him feel the way you were. It is a unique, completely new emotion to him.

Unlucky, his thoughts got the best of him. But this emotion wasn't new. Just unfamiliar. It was the longing for closeness—love.

Lusting, yearning, yearning for someone more intimately than he had felt towards another human before. Wanting the person's heart, to protect and love in a manner that's both tender and unbreakable.

You sat up quickly, your heart tugging you toward him. His eyes were soft, filled with something deeper—longing, maybe even...love. You weren't ready to let him leave, not yet.
The idea that he was the one holding himself back, with the conflict of the desire and need was evident. He truly desired to possibly have something serious with you.

He glanced at the ground, trying to keep his usual mask intact, but it slipped—just for a moment.

The tension was strange and thick. A spark was there that needed to be fueled and there was an understanding. You knew it too, of the both of you feeling something more for each other.

There's a deeper thought and you subconscious wanted to follow through. You grabbed him hugging him tightly. The movement catches him by surprise.

"What's wrong" his brows furrowed. "Did I do something?" he starts to question, voice steady and remaining composed.

"Everything is fine..actually, everything is perfect right now..." You bit your bottom lip, the weight of unspoken words lingering between you.

Finally, you spoke.

"I don't mind if you stay tonight. I'd love it, actually." you mumbled under the breath.

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Finally, you spoke.

"I don't mind if you stay tonight. I'd love it, actually."you murmured, your voice soft, unable to hide the longing.

He hesitated, his need evident in the way his hands clenched, frustration flickering in his eyes as he tried to hold back.

"What do ya say handsome?" you said softly, pecking his lips, watching him flush and seeing the fog drift away, as you smiled and knew exactly what got him flustered.

"We can figure out whatever this thing is between us." you whispered, your fingers tracing his tattooed chest. "I feel safer with you, Sukuna... Daddy," you teased, watching his expression shift.

His lips curled into a cocky smirk. You always knew how to get under his skin, and hearing 'Daddy' sent a spark of pride through him that stroked his ego every time you said it.

His hold became firm, hugging you back, wanting more physical contact, almost desperate, with his wants and desires.

He gazed intently and his heart raced , you being so sweet and cuddly as possible, needing and craving his company.

His lips parted, then closed again, a low chuckle rumbling through him.

"Is that so? Alone time with my favorite girl... how could I refuse?" he purred, voice low and teasing.

Heat bloomed in your cheeks. "Don't say things like that." you mumbled, feigning annoyance as you pressed your fingers to your lips, but the amusement was impossible to contain."We are just barely getting used to this.." you muttered quietly.

"Yeah? I thought this shit was supposed to be simple." he answered and watched your reactions closely.

Things finally seemed to be falling into place between you.

Your hand cupped his cheek. "This is nice... maybe even a little romantic," you teased, laughing softly to break the tension.

A groan came in response. "No, its-.." you covered his mouth. His eyebrow raised.

"It's romantic, don't deny it, honey," You smiled up at him teasingly, removing your hand, watching him sigh in response.  His jaw clenched, the tension in his face betraying the faintest hint of amusement. Romance wasn't his thing, and yet here he was, wrapped in it.

"Fine..it's...romantic.." his voice held reluctance, and the hesitation is still present in his tone.

"Awww, Sukuna," you returned, snuggling into his chest. "Now that you're warming up to me, I have a confession,"

"Hmmm, what is that." Sukuna raised his eyebrow.

"I like you... more than you think," you whispered, your cheeks warming.

Sukuna's eyes flickered with something deeper, his lips finding the curve of your neck. His breath was hot, slow, sending shivers down your spine. His touch softened, more than just passion now—something tender, something like love.

"Oh, I know." His voice was a low rumble, vibrating against your skin as his lips brushed your neck. The air between you thickened, his hold tightening as though to keep you close, but also to remind you of the control he still had. The desire stirred under the affection, simmering just beneath the surface.

He was trying his best not to come off too sexual; he wanted you to know this was more than just sex, though he was still ready for whatever came his way with you. He really wants this to work, or at least give it a genuine try. He wanted you—more than he'd admit. Every fiber screamed 'mine,' but the words stayed trapped.

You clung to him. His words were familiar and stirred something in you. "Sukunaaaa." the whining coming through, unable to stop it from spilling.

"Yes?" he responded, his tone carrying a teasing edge.

"You're such an asshole."

"Yeah, and you love it." he smirked.

"Probably," you teased right back, reaching for his neck as your fingers wrapped around his dark locks, brushing over his undercut. "You're trouble for sure," you giggled softly.

Sukuna glanced down, eyes flickering over you, heat building as he stared into your gaze. "You'll love my kinda trouble, sweetheart."

Heat rose between you, and his gaze softened as he held you tighter. A smile tugged at your lips as his deep sigh echoed the contentment you both felt.

"Guess we should probably just, I don't fucking know, just spend some time together or something." His gruff voice breaks the quiet.

"So movie? Or sleep?" your voice stutters a little, asking. Your fingers softly dragging across his  tattoos, gliding over each shape and designs.

"All up to you. This ain't exactly my expertise." his features softened and a hint of playfulness shone through as he stared.

"Let watch a movie and cuddle until we fall asleep. Seems kinda perfect to me," you mused and buried your face into his chest.

He raised a brow, thinking that while his body was ready for more, he was content just being with you tonight. For once, this felt like more than just a physical connection. He actual had a genuine romantic interest in you. This was a bit out of his element. He did agree to watch it, since it's late and had a feeling he should not be doing any sort of sexual play.

His mouth forms into a smile and the crinkles form around his eyes, the charm on, you know the look he's giving you. "Anything you want, princess." his smooth voice echoes through the space, sending shivers.

You can't help but grin, trying to suppress the giddiness in your reaction and the feeling. The man is such a walking sin and sex god, yet a dork and awkward but so attractive, and maybe the hottest motherfucker you'd ever seen.

You slipped under the covers, leaving only your bra on, catching Sukuna's heated gaze.  A low grunt escaping him as his control slipped, if only for a moment. You knew exactly what he wanted, but he held back, letting the tension simmer between you.

"Are you coming to bed?" You teased with a grin, patting the space next to you.

His movement paused for a few seconds before he removed his sweats. "Yeah." his gravelly voice returns, full of lust. You watched as he stripped himself, leaving only his boxers, slowly walking towards the bed. His strong thighs moved with ease and the light of the TV reflecting, illuminating his defined abs and V line, which pointed downwards to his very apparent and large bulge.

This was the first time you'd be sharing a bed together. You pulled back the comforter, inviting Sukuna to join. As he settled beside you, his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you close, his breath warm against your hair. It felt almost surreal—Sukuna, here with you.

You grabbed the remote and flipped through Netflix, trying to pick a movie. Sukuna wasn't much of a movie guy, grumbling every few seconds to hurry up. Finally, you settled on The Witcher—the best option available.

As the show began, you pulled his arm tighter around you, curling into his chest. His warmth surrounded you, and it felt strangely effortless—like you'd been doing this forever. He adjusted the pillow then began running his hand over your hair. Your head nuzzling against his chest, enjoying the hard and tight definition of his body. It was so comforting. You swore the butterflies were there again, filling your stomach, and you felt like you could hear his heartbeat pumping faster.

Hearing his heartbeat was comforting, and being the little spoon, held so tightly, felt perfect. You loved it.

You wrapped your own arm around him and squeezed tightly.

His hand slid down your spine, finding your bare ass with a playful pinch. A faint moan escaped you, and he chuckled. "Stop being grabby,"you groaned, curling into him. But his hand lingered on your hip, unable to resist. He couldn't help himself—it felt natural, almost instinctual, to indulge in your softness

He smirked, giving a low chuckle. "Can't help it when your ass is right there," he teased, his voice low and satisfied as he drank in your reaction.

"Ridiculous." You deadpanned, untangling yourself to grab the remote and turned up the volume, while turning off the lamp, to set a dark tone. The dark shadows covered the whole room. The only light was the dim glow TV, creating a calming atmosphere.

He moved to lay completely on his back, you removed your bra and tossed aside, leaving you completely nude as you comfortably snuggled against him once again under the warm blanket. Sukuna felt your hard nipples pressing on his naked torso.

You sighed happily, he's was in your bed, naked with you in his arms, cuddling in close. He hugs you a little tighter.

"Damn... you're fuckin' beautiful," he whispered, awe threading through his voice.

His eyes softened, the usual teasing gone, and his words were gentle, almost hesitant. This time, there was no joke.

"I'm alright at best—" you muttered back, your stomach was turning, flustered and speechless. "But, thanks," trying to shake it off and cover up your blush. But, there was no hiding the growing crimson red, you still weren't used to hearing words like this from him. He was an expert with his flirts and dirty talk, knowing full while what and how to say things to get any type of reaction from you.

His heart raced as he studied you, curled up to him, perfect in every way.

"Princess... you're probably the prettiest girl I've been with," he murmured, the words slipping out before he could stop them.

Heat rushed to your cheeks under his gaze, and you turned away, feeling suddenly exposed. His intensity was overwhelming, making it impossible to hide your reaction.

"Stop," you muttered, flustered. "Just watch the show," you added, shyly avoiding his praise, still not used to hearing it from someone so perfect. He's too perfect for you and doesn't even know it. The effect he has on you is undeniable, making you fawn over him without even trying. He probably had girls lining up with panties falling off just to get to have their turn with him.

"Really, though, I do mean it," he assured, lifting your chin, forcing you to hold his gaze, letting you see the sincerity in his eyes, hidden beneath his usual cocky demeanor.

His gaze held you captive, hypnotizing you with its intensity, filled with lust and something deeper. It pulled you in like it always did, making you feel as though he could devour you with just a look.

You nodded in silence, appreciating the reassurances, both turn your attention to the movie, in an effort to suppress the budding tension in the room.

The bright colors of the action scene unfolded, though both of you were barely paying attention. Sukuna especially couldn't even attempt to focus or really watch when you were right here, lying naked in the bed in his arms.

His arousal grew, he hated the frustration, his mind barely on the movie as control slipped away.

He closed his eyes, inhaling slowly, trying to relax, but the warmth flooding his veins went straight to his aching cock. His control slipped with every breath. It was hard to focus with you lying next to him, fully nude, and his body reacted despite his best efforts.

He thought sleep might settle him down, but with you clinging to him, naked and warm, it was impossible. Every pulse of blood only made his cock harder, his need for you growing with every second

Your gaze drifted from the show to his face, catching the tight expression. His muscles twitched, his brow furrowed, and his breath came out strained as if a battle he was waging internally.

"Why the hell do you looking like that?"you asked, concern creeping into your voice as you leaned closer.

Sukuna cracked an eye open, locking onto your worried gaze. "Why the hell are you looking at me like that?" he rasped.

Your eyes trailed down, catching the sight of his erection straining against the sheets. It was impossible to ignore how much he was holding back.

You giggled softly, brushing your lips to his neck. His breath hitched as your fingers teased down his torso, hovering just above his clothed cock.

His brain screamed for you grab his fucking cock, and go for it. You rubbed his stiffening bulge, swiftly freeing his cock. Heat rushed through you as your fingers caressed the velvety skin, wrapping around his thick length. His breath hitched, an airy groan escaping him. Your palm traced his length, to the tip and teasing the top of his slit, running along the underside and returning to the crown of his thick shaft, causing him to release a deep sigh.

"Ahh fuck babe, that feels so good... don't stop." He groaned.

He pulled the sheets back a little, finally revealing his thick pulsating length. His cock had standing at attention. It stood proudly, pointing to the ceiling. His throbbing erection, pre-cum drooling from the tip.

Your hand wrapped around his cock, teasing the thick vein. Sukuna's eyes darkened as you gave his cock a playful slap, a deep groan spilling from his lips as his hips jerked involuntarily.

His muscles rippled as he thrusted himself into your hand. You looked up, catching the dark hunger in his eyes, fueling the heat pooling in your core. A small, knowing smile played on your lips.

"Who's the real pervert here, me or you?" you teased, a playful lilt in your voice."

"Tch, the way you're smothering me, poking my chest with tits, trying to rub up on me, I say it's you princess," Sukuna shot back. A deep exhale escaped him as you lowered your head and gave his cock a teasing lick. He pushed your head down and forced a few inches inside your warm, wet mouth.

"Aaaaagh...shit. Just like that..." he murmured.
His fingers tangled in your hair, guiding your eager mouth down his length, inch by inch, until a deep groan escaped him. You licked his thick tip, swirling your tongue, giving soft suckles and light nibbles and flicks from the base to his slit.

"Good?" you smirked, deviously.

He could barely hear your questions, getting lost in his pleasure and his only thought, getting the most satisfaction from your ministrations.

"Shit..." Sukuna's head falling back in pleasure. Releasing his hold on your hair, his eyes remain closed as he allowed you to do your thing, groaning in satisfaction. You were sucking his cock exactly the way he liked it, your name left his lips in soft moans, making you feel pleased.

Sukuna laid back, giving you control as his mind slipped into a haze of pleasure. With a mischievous smile, you shifted onto his lap, straddling him. He stiffens when your bare pussy slid against his cock. His eyes shot open, immediately locking onto where you now sat. Slowly, you rocked your hips, dragging your folds along his length, coating him in your slick heat. He exhaled, a shuddering sigh escaping his lips. He reached a hand out, grabbing and squeezing your hips.

You grinned, watching him unravel beneath you, his gaze fixed on your every movement, as you stimulated both of you simultaneously.

The skin on skin contact felt amazing as you grind yourself on him. It was almost like a lap dance but a hundred times better. He took it all in as your bodies collide, and a hot heat growing in between your flesh.

Sukuna felt his lust morph into something deeper in an instant. It was an erotic sight— your naked breasts bounce and jiggle right in his face as you move around on his throbbing cock beneath your bare pussy.

He found your needy whining to be the most intoxicating. His cock was covered in your slick, slapped against his lower abdomen each time you slide your pussy across his shaft. Your slick folds spread over him, leaving a glistening trail along his shaft as you moved yourself back and forth.

"Sukuuuu...." you moaned his name. Your hips swivel, gyrating as you take his cock under and ride him like a stripper, humping into his erection. "Mmmm..so good..you like how it feels, baby." You cooed, running your hands over his shoulders as his strong calloused ones are firmly grip your hips.

"Fuck...h-hold up a minute" his voice broke a little as his breathing began growing ragged.

He was becoming a hot mess from the sensation.
You gripped his broad shoulders, leaning in as your hips found a steady rhythm, grinding harder against him.

You start moving faster, becoming more fluid in motion, gliding up and down, on and off.
Sukuna bite his lip cut back a moan. It was all becoming too much, he desperately needed relief from the pressure, his swollen balls wanting release.

Your pussy moved over the head of his cock.

Low grunts rumbled from Sukuna's chest as your hips rolled, his thick tip grazing your clit with each pass. The friction sent ripples of pleasure through you, your moans growing louder as you quickened your pace, chasing an eventual release.

"Ah, it feels sooo good." You bit your lips, rolling the tip of his cock over your sensitive bud.

Your knees squeezed his sides as you found your rhythm, your breasts bouncing with each motion. Sukuna let his head rest between them, the warmth of your body overwhelming his senses. His large hands roamed your curves, settling firmly on your hips as you continued your rhythm, his fingers digging into your skin, anchoring himself to you as the tension built.

In one swift motion, his cock slipped inside you, and your body stiffened. A sharp gasp escaped your lips, your walls squeezing involuntarily in response to the sudden stretch. a dark groan escaped his throat. His head fell back, eyes closing as the pleasure overtook him. Pain shot through you as your body tensed, not ready for the pressure. You froze, instinctively pulling back slightly, your hand pressing against his chest. His head had barely pushed a little more than an inch inside, yet the stretch was already intense.

Your entrance twitched, as you shifted. You paused, your face twisting in discomfort, every inch of him felt as if it was pressing against your very core.

Sukuna pressed into you, his desire undeniable. It wasn't just about the physical—it was how he made you feel small yet safe, rough yet tender. His touch commanded you, but also protected you.

"Fuuuck, that shit hurts," you whimpered, eyes shut tight as you tried to adjust to his size. He wasn't even fully inside you yet, and you were already straining to take him in.

"Fuc-," His breath hitched, chest rising and falling faster as he struggled to hold himself together. His hands gripped your waist tighter, trembling slightly, a wave of butterflies surged through his stomach. He nearly blurted out words he wasn't ready to say.

"Are you okay?" his breath ragged, the grip on your hips tightened, concern flickering beneath the lust in his eyes.

"Don't move," you breathed, your voice shaky.  You held his dick in place so no more goes in, when you had an idea—you pressed yourself forward against his chest, teasing him with just the tip still inside. His sharp inhale told you he was nearing his limit, every muscle in his body straining as he waited for your next move.
"Just give me a minute."

It took every ounce of willpower for him to hold still, his thighs flexing as he resisted the urge to fuck up into your tight heat. The sensation of your velvety, plush walls against his raw, engorged dick was almost too much to take. He gritted his teeth, fingers digging into the curve of your waist as his brows knitted together, barely holding on.

"Princess," he groaned, his thick tip stayed in place as you shifted, just barely moving. The action was enough to send a shudder through his body. His heavy eyes opened slowly, and you noticed the teeniest tiniest bit of wetness in the corner of his eye as he stared at you. The haziness in his gaze caught you off guard. He blinked, trying to focus.

You leaned down, cupped his face, pressing a tender kiss to his plump lips. Sukuna returned the kiss, his lips soft, mirroring the affection between you.

"I'm sorry, baby... Is this okay?" you asked softly, an apologetic smile on your lips. "It's just a lot."

"More than okay, baby girl," his words, breathless. His rough hands softened as they traveled over your body, lingering on your breast as if savoring the moment. His eyes traced every curve, each touch a reminder that you were his. The disbelief crept in—he finally had you, but the raw emotion hit harder than he expected. He squeezed, pinching your hard nipple, all while he did this, he stared at you lovingly stares, then noticed you same lusty-loved look.

His eyes scanned over your beautiful features, soaking in every detail. Your eyes were glossed over. Your lips were slightly parted. There was something about the way you looked at him, something in your gaze that made his pulse race. Your whole face glowed with pure love.

He always knew that sex with you would be incredible. And there was no doubt in his mind that when you finally got around to it you'd make him feel like a fucking god. But what he wasn't prepared for was the rush of emotions he was having now. This time, he wasn't just having sex—he was making love. Something he never believed in until now.

He felt your warmth surrounding him as you leaned in, pressing a feather-light kiss to his lips.

He let out a long, shaky breath. "Fuck..."Sukuna groaned, his head falling back as his body trembled. His voice was raw, dripping with need, as he whispered, "You have no idea what you're doing to me."

The tightness around his cock squeezed down on him, making his body tremble, a curse slipping from his lips as he fought to stay still. His cock throbbed, and your body trembled as another wave of painful pleasure rippled through you.

"Too much?" his voice broke, his breath heavy and labored. His eyebrows furrowed, and his groaning became more strained as he struggled to keep from losing control.

His dark, lust-filled eyes opened, silently pleading for more, even as he forced himself to hold back. His breathing was harsh, and the tension in his body was almost palpable. He sucked in deep breaths, trying to calm himself and concentrating on not blowing his load prematurely.

Taking a deep breath, you lowered yourself a little further, your walls tightening around him as you moved. You could feel his cock twitching, pulsing with need, and each squeeze made his eyes roll back, the pleasure so intense it left him speechless.

"Oh my God," you gasped, the initial sting fading as a wave of pleasure replaced it, heat pooling low in your belly. Your body trembled, adjusting to his size, the fullness overwhelming but intoxicating.

His body tingled from head to toe, a strange wave of euphoria washed over him, unlike anything he'd felt before, as if you'd cast a spell on him. He struggled to keep his composure, his mind foggy as he concentrated on staying still, taking long, deep breaths to calm himself.

You moved your hips again, gently fucking no more than a couple of inches with small movements. The teasing was enough to send him spiraling.

His body was paralyzed by the ecstasy, every nerve alight with pleasure.

You smirked, keeping a steady motion, your hips working him slowly. His hands gripped your ass, squeezing hard as he let out a deep, guttural moan. "Ahhh, fuuuck." His voice was strained, his eyes rolling back. He could barely think, the pleasure blurring everything but the sensation of your tight walls squeezing around him.

He ached to thrust deeper but held back, not wanting to hurt you, not wanting to break you.

His cock throbbed, a low groan escaping. "Baby, you're driving me fucking insane." he rasped, his voice raw with more than just desire.

His control was slipping, every inch of him screaming for release. He needed you. Now

"Get on all fours," he growled, the raw need evident in his voice. His hands moved to your hips, pausing briefly as if waiting for you to react, his dark eyes devouring the sight of you.

"Y-yes, Daddy," you stammered, breathless with anticipation.

The name hit him like a shockwave, his cock throbbing harder, his smirk widening as the power surged through him. His eyes gleaming as he looked up at you. Seeing your wide-eyed, innocent expression only stirred him further, a rush of heat running through his body.

"Damn right, sweetheart," he purred, his voice low and commanding. "Let Daddy take over. Just relax and be a good girl." He tapped your ass lightly, sending a jolt through you.

Sukuna moved out of the sheets, adjusted your hips, pushing you forward onto your knees, face pressed into the pillow. You could feel the cool air between your legs as you spread them apart, your body trembling with anticipation.

Sukuna's large hands gripped your ass tightly, one palm squeezing your ass. His gaze was intense, filled with hunger as he admired the way your body responded to his touch. He gave your other cheek a firm slap, watching with satisfaction as it jiggled.

"Arch your back," he commanded, his gruff voice sending a shiver down your spine. You obeyed, lifting your hips, offering yourself to him. His eyes darkened as they trailed down to your exposed slit.

A light sheen of sweat glistened on his skin as he moved closer, his fingers tracing along your entrance, teasing you with the lightest of touches. Your breath hitched as he rubbed the head of his cock against your wet folds, sliding it up and down before pushing in just a little.

He gave shallow thrusts, barely entering you, met by a soft whine as your walls clenched around him. "So fucking tight," Sukuna growled, feeling how snugly your pussy gripped him, wrapping around him like a vice.

"Mmm, yes," you moaned into the sheets, clutching the pillows for dear life. Your body ached for more, the slow pressure building an unbearable need.

With a low hiss, you felt him push further, inch by inch, his thick cock burying deeper inside your slick heat. Your walls pulsed around him, desperate to take him in, even as the stretch became almost too much to handle.

"S-sukuna," you whimpered, your voice laced with a mix of pain and desire.

Sukuna threw his head back, his chest heaving as the tightness around him intensified. "Fuck, baby girl,"he exhaled, every nerve in his body on fire.

You clenched tighter, pulling him deeper as your body refused to let go. He felt consumed by the heat, every muscle straining as he pushed further inside.

"That's it," Sukuna growled, feeling the constriction around his shaft as your walls yielded to his insistent probing.

His movements were slow, deliberate, each thrust testing his control. Your slickness made the slide easier, but the tension—holding back and giving in—was unbearable. Sukuna rocked his hips, sinking deeper with each motion.

You buried your face into the pillow, panting heavily, your mind overwhelmed by the sensation of being filled so completely. It felt like he was splitting you open, stretching you in ways you couldn't have imagined. The pressure was intense, almost too much, but you didn't want him to stop.

"I-I hope you're all in now," you panted, your body adjusting slowly, trying to accommodate his length comfortably.

Sukuna chuckled, amused. "Almost, babe," he teased, pulling back before sinking deeper into you, his cock stretching you perfectly. "Almost."

You gasped as his hips met yours, feeling him fully inside now. His hand ran soothingly down your back as he continued to move, building a steady rhythm. "Can you take a little more, sweetheart?" he asked, voice low and thick with need.

He pulled back and drove into you once again, earning him a lewd moan, followed by a string of profanities that poured out of his mouth. His breathing quickened, his body wracked with waves of euphoria.

Your eyes fluttered shut, focusing on the blend of pain and pleasure, even as Sukuna's pace began to increase. Sukuna's lips brushed your ear, his voice a low whisper. "Stop clenching, babe. Relax for me." His words were gentle, but the commanding.

You forced yourself to exhale, to release the tension in your body. But the sensation of him filling you so completely made it almost impossible. Still, you tried, relaxing just enough to let him move.

"Y/N... fuck," he groaned, pulling out halfway before sinking back in, his pace quickening with each thrust. His balls slapped against your clit, sending jolts of pleasure through you.

"That's it," Sukuna's husky voice came out almost as a purr. "So fucking good."

You struggled to breathe, your face buried in the pillow, the discomfort from earlier giving way to a burning pleasure. Your body writhed beneath him, every nerve ending on fire as he drove you to the edge.

"Do you want me to stop, baby girl?" he grunted through gritted teeth, his pace relentless, his gaze fixed on you.

You shook your head furiously. "No... no, Daddy," you gasped, your voice muffled by the pillow. The words tumbled out, your body betraying the shame you still held over just how much you were enjoying it.

Sukuna let out a deep growl, his breath ragged as he continued to thrust harder. "Are you sure? Because I'll stop if you want," his voice was rough, breathless, but there was a tenderness there—a care you weren't used to hearing from him."

There was no hesitation now. "It's fine... you feel... good," you murmured, your voice weak but filled with desire.

A satisfied grunt escaped his lips, and Sukuna's grip tightened on your hips as he pounded into you harder. Your walls clenched around him, slick and tight, the pleasure beginning to blur the edges of everything else.

He began thrusting harder, animalistic groans tore from his throat as he lost himself in the moment. His balls smacked your pussy roughly, hitting your clit with every impact.

"Yes, Sukuna... mmmnggh," you babbled into the sheets, your body trembling as his cock filled you again and again. He could tell you were already close, the way you clung to the sheets, your breaths coming in short, desperate gasps.

He couldn't help but admire the sight. It was rare for him to watch something so sexy—you being so small beneath him. A flush spread across his face as he let out a throaty sound, staring deeply. You turned your head slightly, a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips, knowing he was practically unraveling at the sight.

Sukuna watched, mesmerized as his thick cock slid in and out of your tiny hole, your wetness glistening around him. His gripped your hip, possessively. Sweat traced the lines of his muscles, his pace quickening with each desperate thrust.

He tugged on your hair, pulling your head back to better hear the sweet sounds you made. His cock moved with deliberate rhythm, gradually picking up the pace as your panting grew heavier, drool spilling from the side of your mouth.

Your ass bounced with every deep thrust, his movements almost too rough to handle, but you loved it, nonetheless. And, he knew it.

Your moans rose to a new pitch, breathy and full of need. Sukuna's heart was racing, a jolt of pleasure shooting down to his groin. He had never wanted someone more in his life—your need for him matched his own, making you both melt together.

"Say my fucking name," he demanded, voice low , leaning over , his sweat-covered torso grazed your back, his pelvis meeting your ass with every thrust, pounding deeper than before. His arms flexed and tensed around your tiny form. He lowered his body so his face was parallel to your own, his lips moving close to your ear.

"Tell me who's fucking you. I want to hear you say it, baby girl." His voice was low, his words hot against your neck as he kept going.

"Yo..youS-su.. Suku....naaaah," you whined between your heavy pants, your back arched as his relentless pounding stretched your sensitive walls.  "Fuck Yess," you gasped as he pulled on your hair again, making your neck tilt. "Right there...fuck me," you cried loudly, perfectly in sync with his thrusts as his fingers tugged your hair. Your pussy gripped him like a vice.

The sound of skin slapping filled the room as pleasure overwhelmed you, leaving you breathless.

"My dirty little slut likes it hard and deep like this," he growled, his pace unrelenting. You whimpered at being called a slut, enjoying the roughness of his words and how the pace never faltered. His hand reached under you, twisting one of your nipples harshly, sending a mix of painful bliss through you, making your moans louder.

"Good girl," Sukuna groaned in your ear. He tried to slow down, but moved your hips on him to keep up his pace, your insides began pulsing tighter, trying to milk his cock.

"You...keep fucking clenching," Sukuna huffed, a growl ripping his throat. "Shit." He stopped, pulling out and slapping his cock on your pussy, playing with your hole and watching it twitch.

He pushed you flat against the bed, spreading your cheeks as his throbbing shaft positioned at the entrance of your cunt, which twitched invitingly.

He plunged back into your slick opening, the force causing your whole body to shudder as he began rutting into you. He had become feral, animalistic, fucking you raw as he gave up on holding back. His whole body pressed on you, weight pinning you down to the bed, his hard chest and toned abdomen rubbing against your back, and his muscled arms trapping you on either side of your head. His relentless, pounding rhythm left no room to squirm, to do anything but take it as he kept your body flush against his, his powerful thrusts dominating.

You laid face down, whimpering against the bed, trapped beneath his bulk form as he railed you from behind.

He felt himself begin to swell, your pussy clenching his cock, threatening to squeeze him dry. He didn't want it to end so soon, pulling out quickly and giving his cock a slow rub, struggling not to come too quickly. The warmth of your body lingered. His brows knit, his heart hammering as he tried to calm his breathing, giving you time to catch yours. He was starting to hear ringing in his ears, and the sweat dripping off his body. He was delirious with pleasure.

"Holy shit." Sukuna licked the salt from his lips. His eyes shot towards your face.

"Did I hurt you?" his gruff voice questioned, his eyes full of concern. His chest moved rhythmically as he panted heavily, trying to catch his breath.

"Why'd you stop?" you gasped, barely able to speak, your breath coming in ragged pants. The emptiness was unbearable, every second without him inside you felt like torture. Your body trembled, clenching around nothing as the ache between your legs intensified. You needed him, now more than ever, the craving becoming maddening.

"Patience, babe," he murmured, his voice tight as he squeezed the base of his cock, the twitching length begging for release. Slick with your wetness, his cock throbbed, betraying his struggle to keep control as he hovered at your entrance.

His gaze lingered on your dripping folds, his hand giving your ass a quick smack just to see it bounce, making you jump and him chuckle, amused. In response, your legs parted wider, needily offering yourself to him, your soaked pussy practically begging for him to fill you.

You turned your head back, smiling seductively with lust-lidded eyes. Your hips swayed, teasing, before you started twerking for him—your ass bouncing in perfect rhythm, giving him a proper show of your jiggling ass and dripping wet cunt. His eyes turned dark and hooded. Reaching between your legs, you spread your folds with two fingers, letting him see how ready you were. Your fingers moved in slow, circular motions, playing with yourself, pushing his restraint to the brink.

"Come on Daddy... let me feel your big cock again," your voice whined, soft and tempting. Your lips pursed, making a cute little pout while looking him over with your glossy and half-lidded gaze. "I've been a good girl," You laid face down again, placing your cheek on the bed, your fingers picked up the pace, quickly sliding back and forth, rubbing your clit, increasing friction as you whimpered.

Sukuna let out a shaky groan, his restraint fraying. His hand twitched as he ran it over his length, stroking himself while he watched you, his face flushed with arousal.

"Mmmm Sukuna." you begged, and this only made him all the more hard, and horny. He can feel his heart skipping as your voice carried a pleading whine.

Sukuna could not resist, his cock pulsed painfully as he dragged the tip up and down your slick slit, teasing your entrance but not pushing in, not yet. You pushed back onto the tip of his cock, your hips teasing him as you bounced against his head.

He could not control the moan leaving his lips. "Fuck you're so sexy..." he growled, a dark undertone lacing his words as his face grew flush. His teeth tugged at his bottom lip, his brows pinched together, watching you get wet for him. He could feel your essence running down his shaft, creating the most erotic visual, lubricating the tip with your own essence as his pre-cum started oozing out. It was the sexiest fucking thing to him.

"Mmmm baby girl," he moaned, grabbing a firm handful of your ass, squeezing hard before delivering a sharp spank. You yelped at the impact, your body jolting. His dark grin widened, relishing your reaction. He pulled back, watching your juices connect the two of you.

Sukuna ran a hand up and down your curves, worshipping the body that brought him so much pleasure. He stroked himself lazily, rubbing the tip of his cock along your wet folds, the slick sound made him hum in satisfaction.

The next thing you knew, you were pinned down with your back flat against the bed, admiring the view. His hard cock pressed against your clit as he leaned down, kissing you tenderly. Your moans were soft and sweet as they entered his mouth. You leaned up, reciprocating his passion, putting a lot of heart into it, all while wiggling under him and pushing your pussy up to his cock, stimulating the head of it. You reached down and began rubbing the tip. It made him moan and that low rumble made you tingly and more aroused, craving.

His lips were hungry, desperate for yours as they molded against his. You whined against his lips when you felt him brush himself along your wet slit. He thrust deep inside, a loud, almost pornographic moan escaping your lips. Your bodies pressed together, Sukuna slamming into you with relentless force, each thrust harder than the last.

Your whiny cries of pleasure only made him fuck you harder, your breasts bouncing to the rhythm of his frantic fucking.

It was tight and snug, his cock filling you perfectly as he increased his speed, each thrust sending you higher."Mmmmm... aaaahh, fuck, Y/N!" Sukuna groaned as your tightness clenched harder around him. He buried his head in the crook of your neck, his thrusts growing more aggressive, more demanding.

Sukuna's gaze darkened as his hips pressed deeper into you. "Tell me," he growled, his voice dripping with lust and something more—an urgency beyond just the physical.

The room was thick with the smell of sweat and desire, the sound of heavy breathing and skin slapping against skin echoing around them. Every breath you took was filled with him—his scent, his heat, his overwhelming presence

"Who do you belong to?" His grip tightened, the demand laced with need. "Who's my good fucking girl?" His voice hit you like a command, sending a shudder through your body. It wasn't just his words—it was the raw need in his voice, claiming you completely.

His muscles grew taut as he waited for an answer, the internal struggle evident in his tense posture.

Your body responded, arms wrapping around his shoulders, nails digging into his back. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to form the words. "Mmmnh... you," you whimpered. "All yours, Sukuna!" The choked scream of his name spilled from your lips, filled with nothing but pleasure. "Im your good girl, oh my fucking God!" you practically shouted your octave get higher as he thrust deeply into you again and again, hitting every sweet spot.

Sukuna hissed at your confession, hearing his name on your lips, feeling your submission to him. You were his, and that knowledge sent a wave of possessiveness through him as he thrust deeper, holding you close.

Your hands clutched his biceps, tracing the tense muscles beneath, feeling the strength he held back for you. His scent was dizzying, as he pressed into you. Sukuna met your gaze, his crimson eyes heavy with emotion he hadn't expected. For a brief, stolen second, his lips hovered over yours. Then, slowly, he pressed his forehead to yours. He felt powerful, knowing how much you needed him, how strong he felt in control. Your orgasm was building, your body trembling under him, every thrust pushing you closer to the edge.

Your breasts pressed against his chiseled chest. Every thrust made you clamp tighter around him, filling the room with the sound of your slickness.

"Aaa ahhh, SuKuuuAHH!" you shrieked, cumming hard as your body shook with the intensity of your release, nails raking deep into his back. Your juices coated him, your walls tightening as they attempted to milk his cock, turning slick and creamy with your wetness.

"Goddamn, Y/N..." Sukuna threw his head back, gritting his teeth as he continued his deep thrust, slowing a bit to watch your orgasmic high, licking his lips as your face contorted in ecstasy, your head lulling to the side as your eyes rolled back, your chest heaving for breath.

Sukuna took your delicate face into his hands, drawing it back up, looking directly at you.

Your gaze was clouded as he stared back with a wicked smirk, but there was still a glint of his trademark cockiness beneath it, leaving no question how proud of himself he was right now.

His face hovered inches from yours, staring down into your glassy-eyed face, taking in your beauty, committing every detail of the moment to memory.

"Sukuna ," you moaned breathlessly, wrapped your legs around him, keeping him close. "Yours." A hazy smile spread across your lips, the word a breathless whisper as you came down, surrendering yourself to him completely, trusting him, now, with your heart as well as your body. The need for more body contact surged, the pleasure from his domination feeding your own desire. You realized just how much you craved this, how much you enjoyed giving in, letting him have his way.

Your head lulled back from the intensity of the thrusts. "Aaa, go ahead..use me like a toy... p-please fuck me... Sukunaaaahhh! It's so g-good," you whined, your voice trembling with need. "Please don't stop..." you begged softly.

"Goddamn," Sukuna swore under his breath, "Fuuuckkk, baby girl. You make Daddy feel so good," he whispered in your ear, filthy words slipping out as his hands landed heavily on the headboard. The sound of the bed slamming against the wall echoed with each of his powerful thrusts.

You moaned louder as rolled his hips upwards, each time was rewarded with a soft and loud whimper. A deep grunt escaped the back of his throat equally as desperate.

His dick is ungodly and fills every inch of you and the slow, deep grind was absolutely delicious and your eyes fluttered. You clung to him as his hips moved faster, harder, losing rhythm as his control slipped. He was close—too close.

You reached up, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him passionately, pressing your tongue into his mouth, swirling it around his as he matched the gesture. You broke off the kiss to moan softly, gripping his back muscles and digging your nails in. Sukuna's cock throbbed, growing harder and his breaths turned into rough, heavy gasps.

"Fuck. I should... pull out," he muttered, voice tight. His body screamed to stay inside—to mark you as his, but his mind wrestled with the risk. His fingers tightened on your waist, barely holding onto the last thread of control. He didn't want to stop—not when you felt this good—but he knew he should.

"Fuck. I can't," he groaned, his body frozen in place.

"What do you mean, 'can't'? What are you talking about?" you asked breathlessly, searching his face. His chest heaved, the air thick with tension.

"Uh, what's wrong? Why do you look so flustered?" you asked, your curiosity piqued as you noticed the sudden shift, his movements becoming stiff and slow.

"Mmmhh, i-it's nothing," he stammered, sounding conflicted. His motions slowed even further, his focus now more on you. His brows knitted together, his breath catching in his throat as he tried to regain control.

Something was bothering him.

You could feel it, sense it in the way his body tensed above you, the way his expression shifted from dominance to something more troubled. Sweat began to bead at the back of his neck, trickling down along the firm muscles of his arms, which were flexed and straining.

Frustration etched into his features as his breaths came heavier, uneven. The pressure inside him was mounting. Sukuna glanced down at you, trying to stop himself, but his body refused to obey moving inside you slowly, caught between restraint and the heat of the moment.

He leaned back with a loud growl, arching his back as his muscles tightened. His face contorted with an almost pained expression, an angry look flashing in his eyes as he grunted, his breaths ragged and labored.

"Come o-n... Shit," he stammered, breaking his stare, avoiding eye contact as much as possible. Sukuna's pace began to falter, gradually slowing. The room was filled with the sound of his harsh breathing, his face burning red with a mix of tension and uncertainty. His tan skin flushed as the vein along his cock seemed to bulge and pulse, signaling how close he was. His guttural moans echoed in the air—you'd never seen him like this before, teetering on the edge.

His expression showed worry, but beneath it, soft emotions flickered. It was different. He hadn't expected things to escalate this quickly—the battle between his body and mind for control. He was close, too close, and now, this was a dangerous game.

No words were needed as Sukuna glanced down at you with tender eyes, his desire to keep going at war with the growing tension. He never wanted this to end.

"Can I—" he paused, hesitation creeping into his voice as his movements slowed further. His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. It happened all at once—his movements stilled, his eyes searching yours. It seemed like he was about to pull away, but instead, he leaned in, just inches above you. He knew well enough that if he let go now, there would be no turning back.

"Fuck..." His body trembled as his cock throbbing inside you. The sudden stillness left you aching, your body craving the feeling of being filled again. He wished he had brought condom with him, raw-dogging not exactly the smartest decision nor something he usually engaged in. But this time—with you, he just couldn't bring himself to care. He was fully willing and ready.

"What are you doing?" you asked, your voice shaky.

Sukuna cringed slightly,  but forced a smile, the conflict in his eyes was clear.

"I'm gonna cum inside you." His hoarse voice left your stomach in knots, desire and uncertainty spinning through you.

"Whaaa?" Your heart raced at the declaration, your mind swirling as you considered the weight of his words, wondering if the risk was worth it. You were about to speak, but before you could protest, he captured your lips in a deep kiss, moaning softly against your mouth as his hips began to move again, slow and deliberate.

He leaned in closer, his face hovering just above yours, lips barely an inch away. His eyes were dark, filled with desire. "Unless you want me to cum elsewhere..." he whispered, his voice heavy with the unspoken question, seeking your permission.

A soft noise escaped you, your mind racing. You hesitated, your body pulsing with need, the tension between you two thick and almost suffocating.

For a second, you thought he might be joking. But, the intensity of his gaze, the way his body trembled slightly as he held back, made you realize just how much he meant it.

He waited, patience hanging by a thread, body straining to hold back.

You noticed the vein on his forehead, visibly throbbing, and for a moment, you were shocked—he looked almost shy. You stared into his crimson eyes, searching for anything he might be hiding. His throat moved as he swallowed again, lips forming a thin line.

The air between you was heavy, charged with heat. Time seemed to stop, everything around you fading away.

"Y/N," he muttered hoarsely, his voice low, "You're on birth control, aren't you?"

You felt your breath catch as he asked, and your mouth clamped shut, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip. Your heart raced as the implications of his words sank in. This was dangerous, but the way he looked at you—like he'd never let anything hurt you—made you feel safe, even in your uncertainty.

Your mouth felt dry as you whispered, "No... I-I'm not."

Sukuna let out a humorless chuckle. "Dammit," he muttered, head falling forward in frustration. When he looked back at you, his expression was pained, every muscle in his body tense.

"I mean..." you murmured, your eyes averting his. "If that's really what you want to do, then, well... you could..." you paused, struggling to find the words. Your mind raced, feeling foolish for letting things go this far without thinking. But the longer you stared into his face, the harder it became to resist the pull between you. This wasn't just about sex anymore—this was about trust. "You can cum inside me, if you... um." Your face burned as you struggled to continue.
"If you want to..." you continued softly.

Your answer only seemed to heighten the intensity of the moment, his cock pulsing, throbbing.

He let out a soft growl, his expression strained as he shifted. "You sure?"His voice dropped, thick with need.

You nodded, hesitantly. "Yes," you whispered, the breathy acceptance slipping from your lips.
His gaze softened. This was more than just sex—it was a connection, a silent commitment you both understood without words.

Sukuna hesitated, then closed the gap between your lips. His kiss was gentle, as his hips began moving again, slow, steady. It's like he was making sure you understood that this was different—that it meant something to him too. A groan escaped him when your legs tightened around him, pulling him closer. His lips pressed harder against yours, seeking entrance, as the tip of his cock rubbed against your g-spot, sending waves of pleasure through you.

This time, it felt different—more intimate. Your nipples pressed against his hard, muscled chest, and the sounds between you were sinfully beautiful. Sukuna moaned deeply, his voice a low baritone that rumbled through you.

"Shit," Sukuna grunted as his abs tightened, the tip of his cock pressing deeper, kissing your inner walls as he began to plowed you. A pulse of heat spread through your core, and you gasped, the raw, animalistic passion growing between you, transforming into something deeper and more meaningful. It felt natural—more than lust, it felt like...love.

You kissed him deeper. "Mmmnghh—ahhh," the pitch of your moans got higher. With every thrust, it felt like you were becoming his in more ways than one.

His brows knit, his pace hastening, breaking the kiss with a loud growl. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.

His body tensed, his release moments away. Your fingers gently massaged his balls, drawing a groan as his hips bucked.

"Hah, shit, I'm gonna..." his voice thick. He grabbed your hips tightly, keeping you pinned against him, his fat cock twitch violently as he fuck his hot load into your pulsating cunt. He emptied himself inside you, his face contorting with pure pleasure. Each shallow thrust sent aftershocks through you, your body responding with small waves of euphoria. For several seconds, time seemed to stop, your bodies moving in tandem, clinging to one another.

His hands clenched the pillows around your head, knuckles turning white from the force. His whole body seized up as a massive spurt of cum filled you, the sensation far more intense than you had expected. You couldn't help but wonder what had stirred such intensity in him.

You whined softly at the uncomfortable pressure, feeling the hot liquid flowing into you.

"Aaa-aah.." he shuddered with every spurt that gushed inside you. A perfect sigh escaped his lips as Sukuna's muscles finally relaxed, his body heavy with the release, feeling fully sated. The aftermath left his mind completely blank, as though all tension had been drained from him.

His body tensed one last time, a deep groan escaping as he trembled with the aftershocks.
The whole ordeal left you both exhausted and lightheaded. Sukuna had truly taken over, conquered you in every way—heart and body.

You couldn't imagine it being any better than this.

He pulled out slowly, eyes fixed on your swollen, dripping core."Shit," he cursed, impressed by the amount. He massaged and rubbed his messy length, still thick and swollen, as more spurts of cum dripped out.

"Sorry about that," he murmured, his voice low, but the smirk tugging at his lips told a different story.

"No, you're not," you teased, your smile soft, feeling the warmth settling in between you both.

He glanced down at the leaky mess oozing from you, his eyes trailing over your body with amusement. "I ruined your pretty pussy," he murmured with a mischievous chuckle, clearly pleased with the sight of your pink, swollen hole dripping with his load. He couldn't look away, his grin flashing, his true self shining through.

He had never come inside a woman without a condom before, but hey there was always a first time for everything.

Your cheeks warmed as the dull ache from the intensity began to subside, leaving behind a tingling sensation. The very thought of him making you come like that left your cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and it was clear he enjoyed seeing you so flustered.

You gazed upon Sukuna's naked glory, the beads of sweat still glistening on his skin. It was an intoxicating, erotic view—he looked perfectly defined, his handsome face framed by his ink markings, which only made him more striking.

Sukuna tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, his eyes softening as he noticed your blush. Your gaze flicked downward, catching sight of his cum dripping from you— It felt strange, different, but not unpleasant. You were his now, and the reality of it settled between you.

He crawled closer, giving you a long, hot kiss, his moan vibrating against your lips. His dick softened, going semi-hard, but that didn't stop him from gently slapping your swollen clit. A dazed expression spread across your face as you moaned into his mouth, the sudden pressure causing you to squirt slightly. A gasp escaped your lips—it felt incredibly sensitive.

"Sukuna, cut it out. I'm still sensitive," you whimpered, the intensity of the sensation almost too much.

He responded with a soft, chaste kiss that silenced your protests. His lips covered yours with gentle pressure, quieting you completely.
You were shocked by how much softer Sukuna was than you expected. He had a sweet, caring side beneath all the roughness. Your heart raced as you melted further into his warmth, each passing second pulling you deeper into the moment.

He pulled away and rolled over, settling beside you. You turned onto your side to face him, your eyes scanning his handsome, masculine feature. His hand rested gently between your breasts, feeling the rapid beating of your heart. His touch slowly trailed downward, brushing over your belly with a tenderness that made your pulse quicken.

You looked at him as he pulled you closer, his muscular arms wrapping around you, holding you tight. Sukuna pressed his lips to your forehead, the simple touch feeling more intimate than any kiss. He lingered there for a moment, his breath shallow as though he was afraid to break the silence. His heart raced, not from lust, but from the unfamiliar certainty that walking away wasn't an option. He pulled you closer, your heartbeat calming him like nothing ever had.

Sukuna watched you as you sighed softly, your body melting into his warmth. His hand traced soft circles down your back, the thought of letting you go impossible to admit, even to himself.

You laid there, tangled in the aftermath, enjoying the silence and the closeness without questioning it.

After a while, you turned to him, your voice soft. "So... what happens now?" you asked, barely above a whisper. The silence stretched, fragile and heavy, as you waited for his answer.

Your mind raced with thoughts of how irresponsible you had been, letting emotions guide you rather than logic. But even as the reality of it sank in, you couldn't help but feel happy that it had happened with him.

A part of you liked that something from him stayed inside you, even if it felt like a lapse in judgment. Maybe that's what moments of weakness were—where everything feels too good, and your emotions take over completely.

Sukuna's face contorted slightly, a look of confusion crossing his features. You found it almost adorable how lost he seemed, as if he couldn't quite put into words what he was feeling either.

He subconsciously rested his hand on your belly, the silence between you both heavy with unspoken thoughts. He wouldn't admit it—not to you, not even to himself—but something had shifted. You felt different. He pulled you closer, trying to make sense of the emotions swirling in him.

"Huh?" he arched a brow, breaking the silence.

"Like, what does this mean for us? We didn't play it safe, and... this felt like more than just sex. You don't seem fazed." The words tumbled out, the weight of your feelings overwhelming now that everything was real."Do you—"

"Listen," he murmured, tracing slow circles on your belly. "I'm not going anywhere. I meant it when I said I want to see more of you. I thought this was just a casual thing—a quick fuck, nothing serious. But these past months... you've really got to me..." He paused, and you held your breath, waiting for him to continue. "...look, I'm bad at... the soft shit, but that's exactly that-soft and shit. It's annoying as hell, you know that?" Sukuna's brow furrowed, and he clenched his jaw like the words tasted bitter on his tongue.

"I don't do feelings." Sukuna ran a hand through his hair. "But, You make me deal with shit I don't want to." His voice softened, barely above a whisper. "I wasn't supposed to care."

"I really like you, Y/N,"he muttered, the admission rough but real. "Didn't plan for this, but... I won't hurt you or make your life difficult." His breath came out unsteady, like he was realizing it himself.

"You don't have to worry, okay?" His tone shifted, deep and velvety, like the smoothest of chocolate melting away any remaining worries you had.

You met his gaze, his crimson eyes glimmering with affection.

"You promise?"

"Yes, Y/N, I promise." His eyes held yours, no trace of regret. "Does that make you feel better, princess?" he asked, Sukuna's thumb traced your hip, his voice softening with sincerity.

You nodded, feeling the sincerity in his words, then curled closer to him. Your bodies tangled together as he stroked your hair, his strong arms hugging you tight against his chest, while his other arm wrapped protectively across your waist.

For a moment, there was silence. Your fingers wandered over his pecs, absently tracing little hearts on his chiseled chest. He let you, a small smile tugging at his lips as he admired how delicate you looked in his arms, safely tucked against him.

After a while, you paused, your cheeks flushing pink as you got lost in thought, staring blankly into the quiet.

"What're ya thinking 'bout, babe?" he asked, his voice a low, deep baritone that vibrated in his chest beneath you.

"Ahhh just well you know, you're really big," you mumbled, the words slipping out before you could stop them. Your cheeks heated up instantly, and you tried to hide your face against his chest. "It was almost... too much."

You've had lovers before, but none like Sukuna. His dominance, his intensity...size—giving him head was one thing but full blown sex—it was unlike anything you'd ever felt.

Sukuna's low chuckle rumbled through his chest, sending shivers down your spine. He tilted your chin up so you had to look at him, a playful grin on his lips."Oh, I know, princess, but I guess we'll find out tomorrow just how well you handled me," he teased, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "If you have trouble walking, I'll carry you," You groaned, The blush on your cheeks deepened as you buried your face in his neck, wishing the bed would just swallow you up.

"You like it when I'm rough, don't you?" he teased, his smirk widening. "You took me like a champ. I'm surprised, baby girl."

You smiled sheepishly in reply, meeting his gaze again before looking away once more. Your face felt warmer now, and you couldn't quite look at him, still feeling rather shy despite how far you'd gone with him, which just made him smirk. He was going to give you hell for this later, he promised that.

Despite your reaction he loved seeing you like this—close, relaxed, wrapped up tightly in his arms. Naked and completely his. The way you rested so trustingly against him made him feel something unfamiliar, something he'd avoided for so long—love. He wouldn't say it, couldn't admit it, but the truth clung to him.

You nuzzled into his chest, your mind wandering as warmth spread between you both. For a moment, everything felt right. The silence was peaceful, like the calm after a storm. As you lay there, you realized how strange it was, feeling this close, this safe with someone who once felt so distant. A smile tugged at your lips as a thought bubbled up.

"So... after our first date, we're planning the wedding, right?" You teased, voice light but filled with affection.

Sukuna paused, his eyes flickering with something softer. The tension between you two softened. "You're impossible," he muttered, his smirk betraying the gruffness in his voice.

"Who knew someone as mean as you could catch feelings so fast?"

"Watch yourself," Sukuna warned, his voice a playful growl, leaning closer as if daring you to push him further. "You know I bite." His expression hardened, but you caught the flicker of something softer in his eyes—a hint of vulnerability he couldn't quite hide from you.

A giggle escaped you, light and airy. "You're not as tough as you pretend, hubby," you teased, brushing your fingers along his cheek.

He groaned. "God damn it, woman. Shut up." His face burned red, but he pulled you closer, as if trying to bury his embarrassment under your embrace.

"You know," you murmured against his chest, "pretty soon, you'll be calling me 'wifey.'"

He glared down at you, narrowing his eyes as you gave him an innocent pout. You tried, failed miserably, to fight the laughter bubbling up within you. He always put on such a tough act, but you saw right through it and found him absolutely endearing, which probably only annoyed him more.

Sukuna groaned again, the rasp in his voice betraying his amusement despite his attempts to stay composed. "Fuck. Enough with the teasing," he muttered, though a smirk twitched at the corner of his mouth, giving him away.

You leaned back slightly, your eyes sparkling as you grinned up at him. "I'm just saying, you're stuck with me."

For a brief moment, his eyes softened, and he let out a deep sigh, running a hand through his messy pink hair as if trying to regain his composure. "You're ridiculous," he muttered, but the sharpness was gone. His crimson eyes lingered on you, softer, unsure. Maybe the idea of being stuck with you didn't bother him as much.

You beamed at him, and his heart skipped a beat. He didn't show it, but the idea of you, here with him, brought a sense of peace that felt new and unfamiliar. It made him wonder what he'd done to deserve having someone as amazing as you by his side.

He shifted to face you fully, his expression softer than you'd seen all night. "You really think about shit like that?" he asked, his voice low, an edge of hesitation catching even him off-guard. He ran his thumb along your cheek.

You looked up at him, shyly biting your bottom lip before giving a small nod. The admission felt simple, yet significant. After a brief pause, you met his gaze again, holding it a little longer this time.

"Maybe a little. I mean, I started saying to mess with you but then I realized we've been through a lot together..." You smiled softly, your fingers gently brushing along his jaw. "...and honestly, I can't imagine a future without you in it to some degree now." The words sounded almost silly as they left your lips, but the sincerity behind them was unmistakable. It was a simple truth that reflected just how far you two had come and how close you'd grown.

Sukuna's hand stilled on your back, and a low, barely audible "Hmm," escaped him. His eyes flickered, hinting at words he couldn't quite say.

Lifting yourself onto your elbow, you looked down at him, your smile soft. "And don't worry," you added with a playful. "Your secret's safe with me. I won't tell anyone how flustered you get."

A low growl rumbled from Sukuna's chest as he buried his face in your hair. "You talk too much," he grumbled.

"And you're cute," you giggled, the playful teasing continuing as you basked in the moment. "Alright, I'll stop... kiss good night, please babe?" You blinked a few times and pursed your lips, pretending to wait for his approval.

Sukuna sighed, knowing you were teasing him. But it worked.
He pressed a lingering kiss to your lips, warmth spreading through you. You sighed, content as his strong arms pulled you close, his hand gently stroking your back.

The room grew quiet, the only sound being the steady rhythm of your breathing. You both laid there in the dark, tangled together in the afterglow of everything that had happened.

Sukuna's breath evened out, and your eyelids grew heavy with exhaustion. He pressed his cheek against the top of your head, as you listened to his heartbeat slow as sleep began to take over you.

"Already falling asleep?" he murmured.

You nodded, snuggling deeper against his chest. The warmth of his body was like a cocoon, safe and comforting in a way you hadn't felt in a long time. You couldn't remember the last time someone made you feel this secure, like nothing else mattered but the two of you here, right now. It was strange, how quickly things had changed between you—how the teasing and heated exchanges had melted into something much deeper. You sighed softly, wondering if this was what it felt like to fall in love, and if he felt it too.

"Mmhmm,"you murmured faintly, your words slurring with drowsiness. "Luv uuu..."The admission slipped out, barely audible, but as you drifted off, you found that maybe it didn't need to be hidden anymore. His embrace was home—new, yet perfectly familiar.

Sukuna's heart skipped. Those two words hit him harder than any battle he'd fought—excitement, warmth, fear. He stared at you, stunned by how the fell you fuck him up so bad..

Affection bloomed in his chest, terrifying and undeniable. You'd made him vulnerable in ways he never imagined. As your soft snores filled the air, he knew walking away wasn't an option—not anymore.

Sukuna stayed awake, muscles tense as thoughts raced through his mind. He needed clarity, but with you asleep in his arms, everything felt different. You were different. The warmth between you lingered, and maybe—just maybe—he was in deeper than he'd planned.

There was no sign that you regretted what had happened tonight, and that alone calmed him more than he expected.

After all the teasing, the back-and-forth banter, and the tension that had built over time, everything had finally fallen into place.

He glanced down at you again, admiring the way you looked in his arms, and placed a soft kiss on your forehead. You were beautiful, and there was something peaceful about the way you slept so soundly beside him. Contentment washed over him, a sense of ease he rarely ever felt. He wasn't sure where this would lead, but for the first time in years, he was willing to take that risk.

In another life, he wouldn't let himself get this close. But with you, everything felt different. Right. He almost envied you ease, the way you melted into him without a second thought.

You felt so right, so fucking perfect, which scared him.

As your soft snores filled the room, he sighed, closing his eyes and pulling you closer. For once, everything felt right. For once, everything felt right. As sleep claimed him, one thought pulsed through the haze —there was no turning back, not with you. Maybe, for once, he'd found something worth the risk.

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You awoke to movement beside you, yawning quietly. And judging by the chill and lack of sunlight, it was still early morning.

Blinking the sleep from your eyes, you glanced to your side and noticed Sukuna's massive frame sitting on the edge of the bed.

His crimson eyes turned toward you, his intense stare making you hyperaware of the fact that both of you were still very much unclothed.

"Morning," you whispered, your voice soft and shy. Sukuna's eyes roamed your frame with a dark, lingering desire that sent a shiver through you.

"Morning," he replied, his voice rough and husky, a smirk playing on his lips as he savored your bashfulness.

In that moment, you noticed the morning wood he had going, unable to stop the blush from creeping up onto your cheeks.

He admired your exposed naked body, looking pleased with his earlier handiwork. "Enjoying the view?" you teased, your voice soft but playful.

Sukuna's wicked grin widened as he stood, his chiseled frame catching the dim light. "Careful, Princess," he rumbled, leaning closer. "You start teasing, and we'll be going for round two."

"No, no!" You waved him away, curling tight and pulling the comforter with you, "I'm too sore and too sleepy. Why are you up this early anyway, the sun isn't even out yet!"

"Work... gotta keep you safe, beautiful, nothing changes about that, no matter the circumstance," he cooly replied, reaching over and brushing stray hairs out of your face. "Go back to sleep it's 5:30 in the morning."

You felt a hint of disappointment and longing at his words, slightly upset there would be no cuddle time in the morning, but you understood he had to keep you safe, and so you decided you were content with resting.

"Hmm. Alright," You paused a little, "But can you stay with me for 10 more minutes... until I go back to sleep. I-it's cold, ya know..." You hid underneath the thick comforter, heat radiating from your cheeks at the audacity you had to ask him to stay in bed a while longer, especially for such selfish reasons.

"Yeah," he agreed, sliding back under the blanket. A warm, welcome arm reached over, holding your lower abdomen and drawing you close. Your face met his sturdy, strong chest, and the warmth it emitted. You took in the moment— the intimacy of sharing such tenderness with the person you felt most connected with. His hand caressed your lower back. It made you feel safe and secure, which you enjoyed.

After a few minutes, the calm rhythm of his heartbeat soothed you back to sleep. You closed your eyes and surrendered yourself to the security of his hold, sighing deeply. As you felt the dream world beginning to envelope you once again, you swore you felt Sukuna's lips lightly press into yours, a quick, barely perceivable kiss.

You drifted off and eventually he moved you off him, carefully laying you back against the softness of the pillows. A soft smile of pure contentment tugged at your lips, making Sukuna feel an emotion he didn't normally experience in such intensity.

You were his everything now.

With a satisfied sigh, you snuggled deeply into the fluffy pillow. As he watched you sleeping so peacefully, he couldn't help but give a small smile before shaking it off. He ran a hand through his messy pink hair, then exited the room, pulling the door over until only a small crack remained.

-

You wake up a couple hours later, blinking sleepily as your senses started coming alive. A tiny bit of sunlight streamed through the windows.

You rolled over, the ache from last night an immediate reminder of Sukuna's intensity. A groan escaped as you peeked under the sheets, finding remnants of both your passion. You were definitely feeling it today, though you were proud, knowing you took it as good as he gave it. Despite the soreness, a soft smile tugged at your lips. Last night had been perfect.

You rolled over into the side where Sukuna should've been. But it was cold and the blankets were a bit disheveled. Oh. Of course. The reality came to you and you huffed. He had gotten up already. How long had you slept?

Sukuna. Your boyfriend. The thought sent a rush of excitement through you, and a smile spread across your face. After all those weeks together, he'd finally shown you what you'd hoped for all along.

You stayed in bed, staring at the ceiling, the reality sinking in. This was real—you were his girlfriend, and somehow that made the world seem brighter.

All you wanted now was to hear him say "you were his girlfriend" out loud—it sounded corny in your head, but it made your heart race.

As last night replayed in your mind, your heart swelled with joy.

After your body had adjusted to the dull ache, you carefully slipped out of the blankets and padded to the bathroom. Each step was a reminder of last night, the soreness mingling with memories of Sukuna's intensity. You turned the tap, letting warm water flow into the tub, and climbed in, the heat soothing your muscles.

Sinking deep into the soapy embrace, you exhaled a long sigh, allowing the tension to melt away. As the water enveloped you, your thoughts drifted back to the night before.

You'd had unprotected sex—reckless, yes, but with Sukuna, it felt right. More than right.

Sure, it hadn't been long—just three months—but spending every moment together, day in and day out, had created a bond that felt deeper than time. You'd come to know each other in ways most people could only dream of, the kind of closeness that usually took years to build. Maybe it had progressed quickly, but was t that how love love worked, for better or worse.

But at the same time...

You knew this was it—the 'real thing.' Risky, maybe reckless, but worth it.

Like who wouldn't want a shot at their own happily ever after??

It'd be a bit unfortunate. But if you were being realistic, how could someone not like him in any scenario. He was the best there ever was. No need to go further on that thought.

The warm water soothed your mind and alleviated the places where Sukuna had been too rough last night. You washed off all the remnants of last night's love-making. The steam misted the mirror as you let the bubbles ease your muscles.

Once the water cooled, you climbed out carefully, and began drying yourself and wrapping your towel around your body. Deciding to search for Sukuna, heading downstairs there he was, leaning against the kitchen island, looking just as delicious as he had last night.

His muscular arms flexed as he rubbed a hand down his face, exhaustion softening his usual sharpness.

Sukuna lifted his head and smirked, his gaze lingering on you in just a towel. The heat in his eyes sent a thrill through you, making you blush as you looked away with a shy smile.

You waved awkwardly.

He mouthed 'one second sweetheart' and began talking into the phone again. "So again, she's clear to leave the safe house?...As of a few hours ago?" Sukuna clarified, staring up at you, listening for a reply.

"Sounds good!"His face lit up, as you started walking over to him, immediately wrapping an arm around your waist. You were startled for a second, as a heat blooms in your lower belly as you gaze up at him, a shy smile creeping into your expression.

Sukuna nods and tilts his head slightly. "Yeah, that works," Sukuna hands were under your towel on your bare hips, without hesitation, while chatting casually on the phone. His big hands rubbed your ass, before continuing the conversation.

"Sure, yeah I guess a helicopter whenever, the place is secured.  I'll take care of her and everything else." He talked softly into the phone. There was no urgency, just calm.

"Alright. Yeah. Call if there's anything else. Alright. Bye," he gave a proper goodbye and clicked his tongue, then immediately tossing the phone on the counter, smirking.

Turning to give you his full attention, he cups a handful of your butt, and squeezed just enough to make you weak in the knees. You loved the way it felt as his rough hands traveled up and down, rubbing your thigh. He stood motionless with your breath coming out shaky, your gaze dropped to his bare chest. He smelled so good— woodsy spicy musk enveloped your he smell like pure masculinity.

"So, what was that all about, hun?" You questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"They caught your assailant, including evidence and they confessed." His head tilted over to the side and glanced to see a surprised expression on your face.

Your hand immediately flies up to cover your mouth as the reality settled in. It's over. Finally over.

"Wait...So that means...," your voice quivered. Sukuna was no longer your bodyguard.

"...It means you can go home soon," he said, his gruff tone softening as his crimson eyes lingered on you.

Your eyes widen even more. It had finally sunk in, feeling the strong grip from his touch. "R-Really?!.. That's great ... But..Uhm" you hesitated and stumbled a little, as your face heated and it had you flushed.

A variety of emotions welled up in your chest—a strange mix of relief, shock and grief, all tangled up in the pit of your stomach. This was great news, yet also marked the end of something. The beginning of something new was right in front of you.

The sadness crept into your expression despite your efforts to keep it together. He must have sensed the shift. His face now held a concerned look, as if wanting an explanation and what's on your mind. He watches your movements, keeping eye contact.

Your gaze is elsewhere. "...If I'm going home... Um, does that mean.. We can't see each other anymore?" You voiced the question.

His expression softened. You couldn't imagine life without him—the banter, the teasing, those playful arguments that brought you close. In such a short time, he'd become your world, and the thought of leaving made your chest ache. It was exciting and new. He was the only one keeping you sane. You've gotten accustomed to him so quickly, it hurt a little. But you know this was his job.

"Don't worry. We'll still see each other." Sukuna murmured, cupping your chin to meet your eyes. His gaze softened as he caught your sad smile.

He gently lifted and planted your bare ass on the cold marble countertop. With your legs hanging over the edge, Sukuna spread your knees apart and stepped between them, his towering frame leaving you breathless. The position had you sitting at a better height so you were closer to face level, chest-to-chest.

Your lips quivered. "Won't you get assigned another case?" you ask, voice soft, barely above a whisper. The thought of losing him, of these quiet mornings slipping away, weighed heavy. It was a fear you didn't know you'd have—how quickly he'd become part of your world, of the little things you'd come to crave. Would he miss you the same way? You'd never imagined wanting something so badly, so desperately.

His face shifted into a soft frown. "Listen, even if I get another contract, you're not out of my life," he said, his hands sliding down your sides. "I'll make it work. I'm not letting this go."

"Already scared I'll forget about you, Princess?" He tugged you closer, his warm breath brushing your ear as a pleased hum rumbled from his chest. You knew that sound—it meant he wasn't done with you yet.

You did not hold back.

"I...no...well it's just your my boyfriend now... " you stammered, unable to concentrate, with the attention you craved and loved. "I'd hate not seeing you. We've just gotten used to each other, you know..." you trailed on.

"Mhm," his eyes gleamed, smirking in acknowledgement.

"Then don't." he replied.

"Pff. If only it were that simple. We both have responsibilities and lives outside of this." You nervously began running your hand through your hair, feeling unsure.

"Listen, it'll work out. I promise." Sukuna's thumb traced your lips, his gaze locking with yours. "Tell me what you want, Princess."

"I don't want it to end.. I really enjoyed last night...I thought I would regret it, or feel strange, but I didn't." You stared straight into his eyes, making eye contact, his full of mischief and he smirked, yet the softness in his gaze remained.
He was the man you'd fallen in love with. You've come a long way since the first day of being guarded by him, when you thought he hated you. His grip was firm yet soft, and he looked pleased.

"Good, cause it won't." Sukuna smirked widely. "We'll have to visit and shit, because you have your life and job, and I have mine."

His words were reassuring, but doubt lingered. Could you really fit into his world once this was over?

"Only until we figure something out."

"Alright..." you murmured, forcing a smile, even as unease stirred in your chest.

Sukuna pulled in for a tight embrace. "I'll make it work...for both of us." He lightly brushes your hair and peck your temple.

You pulled out of his arms for a minute. "Maybe I can help you.. with the visits, or...I don't know, something more permanent someday." You reached to his wrist and tug onto him.

"Princess" he chuckled. "Don't worry about shit...Besides you need to move on with your life, you have an important career don't you? You got a senate seat to fill, right? Let me handle this." He softly pinched your ass cheek, earning him a quick playful glare and smile in return.

"Okay. That means.. We will see each other whenever we can or want. Or is it only when your not busy, right?" You continued your reasoning to see each other often.

"Yeah that's what I meant."

You exhaled. The truth settles in your stomach. It will work out somehow, some way. "As long as we can figure it out I guess."

"We'll definitely see each other," He murmured quietly, bringing a soft, delicate finger up to caress your chin, lifting your face closer to his, inching close to a kiss. He had a satisfied, determined grin on his face.

"Hmm?" You felt his warm hands sliding along your back, stroking the skin as though to sooth your muscles.

"Now about those three days..." Sukuna leaned in close, his voice dropping to a low whisper that sent shivers down your spine. "I plan to make every second count before that damn helicopter shows up." His smirk was wicked, but the way his hand slid up your back made your heart flutter.

He pressed in even further and grind a little against your already sensitive, worn core. "Now where should we start, Princess?"

Your fingers traced his sculpted arms and chest. 'That sounds tempting,' you murmured, voice low, "But I'm still a little sore and I still would like to go to the beach with you... before I leave. It'll be a nice memory, ya know..." You leaned into his grasp, inhaling the scent of him, basking in it and feeling safe. You didn't want the embrace or the comfort to end, and as far as you were concerned it didn't have to end anytime soon.

"Yeah." Sukuna sighed and broke the silence. "Fuck, the beach. Right, right."

Sukuna grudgingly withdrew and helped you down, holding you by the waist and lowering you back onto your feet. His erection pressed tight against the towel that kept your body hidden from him.

His arms slide to the small of your back.
"Right after breakfast then," He responds with an exasperated grunt, pulling back a bit.

"Okay!" you squealed, the happiness beginning to overflow. You threw your arms around him, giving a big squeeze and bury your face into his chest. "I'll bring a blanket so we can have a little picnic, we can grab some snacks, and uh.." You stopped suddenly, catching yourself before you could go any further, the sudden eagerness getting the best of you. You beamed.

Sukuna smiled. He'd let you do or say anything at this point. It felt good just to see you smile.

"Thank you." You murmured into his chest.
You felt strong, muscular arms wrap tightly around your frame.

"Anytime Princess, now come let's eat. The coffee should be done by now." Sukuna pulled away and opened up the cabinet to take out the mugs.

-

After breakfast, the two of you made your way down to the beach fingers interlaced together. Both your bare skin touch under the golden sunshine, as it radiated like a perfect filter. Crashing waves can be heard, as a cool breeze tickled the air and soft sand settled between your toes. The golden rays touched your faces, causing you to squint, the horizon seen so much more clearly. It seemed too perfect.

With a packed tote slung over your shoulder, you stood atop the pristine shore, your own temporary escape. Squawking seagulls flew over the ocean, while seashells, seaweeds and rocks littered the shore. It was absolutely stunning. You'd never seen water so clear and clean, free of pollution and trash. It was freedom and you couldn't wait to dive in.

After laying out the blanket in the soft, white sand, you turned to Sukuna.

"Come on," you urged, tugging on Sukuna's arm as he tried to get comfortable on the blanket.

"Ugh, seriously?" he groaned, though he begrudgingly let you pull him to his feet.

"Yep," you said with a grin, practically dragging him along. "We're spending time together, and you're going to enjoy it, mister."

"Sure, I will," he muttered, but the faint smirk tugging at his lips gave away his amusement

As you led him toward the shoreline, his eyes lingered on the sway of your hips and the way your dress hugged your assets . The gentle breeze whipped through your hair, and the saltiness of the ocean air filled your senses, creating the perfect balance of serenity and tranquility.

"Hey! Let's build a sandcastle!" you exclaimed suddenly, dropping to your knees in the warm sand. Without waiting for his response, you began scooping handfuls of sand, piling and patting it with determination etched on your features. Grabbing a stick and adding seashells for decoration. Beaming with pride, you sat back your heels to admire your creation—only to find Sukuna looming above you, arms crossed.

"That's a sandcastle?" he smirked. "Looks like a pile of shit."

"You're so mean," you huffed, glaring. "Bet you couldn't do any better," you muttered.

Turning back to the castle, you stopped, an idea forming. You looked up at him with a pout, reaching out a hand. "Help me then," you said, blinking slowly for effect.

"What?" he asked, his eyes narrowing.

"Help me," you repeated, your tone dripping with determination.

Sukuna's fingers twitched, and he made an obscene gesture. "Absolutely not. Hell no. I'm not a pussy," he replied, his voice deep and unwavering.

"Sukuna~," you whined, your eyebrows pinching together as your eyes began to gloss over. "Please be a good boyfriend and help me," you pleaded, grabbing his wrist and holding on tightly. "Please! Sukuna." Your hands clasped together in exaggerated desperation, batting your eyelashes for extra effect.

"No," he said flatly, his tone monotone.

You sighed dramatically, letting your shoulders slump. "Fine. Guess I'll just do it myself..." You turned back to the castle, pouting as you traced the crumbling edges with a finger. The mound falling even more under your touch, adding to the pitiful scene.

Sukuna tilted his head to the sky, exhaling loudly. After a moment, he let out a defeated sigh. "Tch, fine," he grunted, flicking the side of your head.

A startled squeak escaped your lips, and you turned to him with wide eyes.

"It can't be that hard. Get up." He commands, his words sounding even more gravelly and sultry than before. He has his hand hovering on the side of you to pull you up.

You took his hand and were pulled upwards, rising up, his fingers tight around yours. You dusted the sand off your knees.

He has a firm grasp on you. "This is stupid, Y/N." Sukuna complained, poking your forehead lightly.

You stepped aside as he stepped forward.  He knelt down and began patting, shaping a big lump of sand.

You stepped behind him, arms circling his waist as you rested your cheek on his shoulder. "You're too good to me," you whispered, your voice tender.

He didn't flinch, focused entirely on shaping the base of the sandcastle. "Hopeless," he muttered, his voice gruff. "Why are we even doing this?"

"Because it's fun, and it'll make a good memory," you said softly, watching his hands move with surprising care.

Sukuna let out a few exasperated sighs but said nothing else.

Leaning over his shoulder, you teased, "Still tired from last night?" The flush on your cheeks betrayed the playful tone, your fingers traced the firm ridges of his abdomen.

He snorted, glancing at you. "Tired? Please. I could've fucked you all night and been fine," he bragged, glancing at you sideways, observing your flushed reaction. "A couple hours' rest is all I need."

"You're the one who couldn't keep up, Princess. But then again I do remember you twerking on my dick like you couldn't get enough." His chuckle was low and self-satisfied, the memory only feeding his amusement.

"Jerk!" you muttered, playfully smacking his arm. You turned your head, attempting to hide your blushing face. It didn't surprise you anymore—his boldness especially after last night. Yet you couldn't deny how much you enjoyed it. When had Sukuna ever held back with you?

Still smirking, Sukuna returned to his task, his hands moving with unexpected focus as he shaped the sand. You leaned against him, letting yourself relax. Resting your head near his shoulder, you glanced at his concentrated expression, finding comfort in his presence.

A soft smile crept onto your lips as you gently kissed his shoulder. "Thanks," you whispered, your voice full of affection.

Sukuna hummed at your sweet gesture but didn't look up, absorbed in sculpting the sand. His brows furrowed slightly as he worked, his large hands moving with precision, smoothing and shaping the castle into something far more intricate than you expected.

You watched him, marveling at how even the simplest moments with Sukuna felt special. These little things—the way he frowned when he focused, the way he pretended to dislike your silly demands—were memories you'd cling to, especially when distance made you long for him.

Finally, after several minutes, Sukuna sat back, brushing the sand off his hands. The sandcastle stood tall and neat, with detailed corners, walls, towers, and even a tiny archway over the moat. He gave a small, satisfied huff and gestured at the creation. "There. It's done. Look."

You stepped back, your eyes lighting up. "It looks great, Sukuna!" you squealed, bouncing in excitement. "Oh my god, it's amazing!" Your awe was palpable as you took in the impressive structure. It was far more polished than your own sad attempt, and your excitement only grew.

Sukuna smirked, his gaze flickering to you. He snorted, brushing off the praise with a lazy flick of his wrist. "Tch, of course it is. I'm good with my hands."

His comment made your heart skip, and you giggled, wrapping your arms around his waist. "Yes, you are, Daddy," you teased, nodding in playful agreement. "You're so skilled." Your gaze dropped to his hands, admiring their size and strength. They could be gentle when you least expected it and rough when you wanted—but always perfect, always him.

You glanced back at the sandcastle, astonished by its detail. It was smooth and precise, far beyond anything you could have made. "Thank you, babe," you murmured, warmth flooding your voice. You held him tighter, proud to call him yours.

Sukuna glanced down at you, and for a brief moment, his smirk softened. He flashed you one of his rare, boyish smiles. It was dazzling, confident, and utterly captivating, a stark contrast to his usual cocky demeanor.

The good mood lingered as you returned to the blanket. Sukuna poured wine into two glasses while you set out the snacks, the rhythmic crash of waves soothing both of you.

You slid closer, your leg brushing against his as you lifted a strawberry to his lips. He took a bite, his crimson eyes fixed on you, a quiet smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Between bites and soft kisses, you both savored the easy closeness, letting the peaceful atmosphere wrap around you.

Sukuna's lips curled into a smirk as you fed him a grape. "You know," he murmured, his voice low and teasing, "I could get used to this." His gaze lingered on your face, clearly enjoying the attention.

You rolled your eyes playfully, holding out another piece of fruit. "Mmm," you hummed, wiping the juices off his lips. "Out of all the women you dated before—did they do things like this for you, or do I deserve the extra spoiling and pampering?" you teased, grinning as you fed him another grape.

His smirk didn't waver. "Don't worry about those. They were nothing—just temporary fun," he said matter-of-factly. "None of them were as much of a brat or tease as you. Besides, they weren't as attractive—or as smart." His tone was casual, but his words carried weight.

Your expression faltered for a moment, the light teasing giving way to genuine curiosity. "But... how many relationships have you even had before me?" you asked softly, trying to keep your tone neutral.

Sukuna's gaze flicked to you, his eyes narrowing slightly. "What does it matter?" he said, his voice calm but evasive. "I don't keep count. And I wouldn't call them relationships—they were short-lived. More like one-night stands."

"Oh..." You let his words settle, forcing yourself to stay relaxed. You'd suspected as much. Sukuna wasn't exactly the commitment type—at least, not before you. His lifestyle and work probably didn't leave much room for anything long-term. But Still, it was usually never a good sign when someone's relationship track record involved nothing but no strings attached and flings—nothing serious in the slightest.

As if sensing your unease, his hand rested on yours, grounding you. His intense gaze bore into you, reading your thoughts like an open book.

"Relax," he said quietly. "I know what you're thinking, Y/N."

His thumb brushed over your knuckles, his crimson eyes softening as he spoke. "But if you haven't noticed, I've already broken a lot of my own damn rules for you. Why the hell do you think I'm out here on this dumbass beach building goddamn sandcastles?"

You felt yourself shiver, just the slightest bit. He meant every word he had just said, his tone of voice was intense, sincerity showing in his gaze. "Just..." he sighed, his gaze softening as it drifted away, like he was searching for the right words. "I told you, I'm not going anywhere. Distance doesn't mean shit if it's you." His crimson eyes met yours again, softer now, yet intense with conviction.

Your heart swelled as you smiled up at him, warmth flooding your chest. You weren't used to his heart-to-hearts, and your chest grew hotter as you felt like he was saying something you never knew you wanted to hear.

"Loyalty's everything to me, sweetheart. My word is my fuckin' honor. Don't let my past mess with us. You're the exception—not the rule." He sighed softly, pulling you closer until you were pressed tightly against him.

"I know, Sukuna," you murmured, his hands gliding over your hips and stomach. A lump formed in your throat, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes as you struggled to keep your emotions in check.

"You trust me, Princess?" His arms tightened around you, voice low but steady.

"I do." The answer came naturally, without hesitation, even as your eyes began to glisten and the warmth crept into your cheeks.

He tilted his head, meeting your gaze with an intense stare, searching for any sign of doubt.

"Yeah?" he quirked an eyebrow, his ruby eyes narrowing slightly.

You looked up at him, nodding. "Yeah," you repeated softly, your voice steady as you held his gaze.

"Good," he murmured, a faint smirk tugging at his lips, pleased by your honesty.

He reached for his wine glass, swirling the dark liquid thoughtfully before taking a long sip. Finishing it off in one gulp, he set the glass down on the blanket and leaned back, wrapping one arm around your waist as he stared blankly out at the shimmering ocean.

A playful grin spread across your face as you broke the silence. "I'll cook something nice for you tomorrow," you said, running a hand up his thigh and settling it on top.

Sukuna let out a deep sigh, slouching slightly as he propped himself up on his elbows. "Great. Can't wait, Princess." There was a hint of longing in his voice, subtle but unmistakable.

"When was the last time you had someone cook for you?" you asked curiously, tilting your head to study his expression.

Sukuna paused, his brows furrowing as he considered the question. "Hmm. Probably before this case," he said, his tone almost indifferent. "Can't really remember. I don't give a shit what I eat—whatever keeps me alive is good enough. So yeah, nothing remotely home-cooked."

"Really!?" Your eyebrows shot up in surprise, your tone pitching slightly higher. You quickly leveled your voice, "Did you eat out a lot, then?"

"Yeah," he shrugged. "The people I'm contracted with provide vouchers, meals and shit. Not fancy, but it works."

"Oh, so..." you began, a teasing smile playing on your lips, "what's been your favorite meal that I've made so far? You seem to like everything I cook for you."

He exhaled in satisfaction, resting his chin lightly on top of your head. "Mmh. Everything," he admitted, his tone softening. "But anything meat is always the best."

"Figures," you laughed, humming with delight as you gave his muscular thigh a gentle squeeze. The warmth of his presence and the ease of the moment filled you with contentment.

He hummed deeply, his smirk softening as the two of you settled into a comfortable silence, the rhythmic crash of the waves filling the air.

Sukuna stretched out on the blanket, propped up on his elbows, as you leaned forward, sifting through the sand with curious fingers. Small seashells caught your attention—some smooth, others with intricate patterns. You began collecting a few, brushing off the sand and humming softly as you dropped a few of them into a small container.

Sukuna's eyes flicked lazily between the shells in your hand and your relaxed expression. A low chuckle rumbled in his chest. "You're like a kid," he muttered, his tone teasing.

You glanced up, holding a particularly pretty shell between your fingers. "And you're like an old man, lying there like you're retired," you shot back with a playful grin.

"Tch," he clicked his tongue, leaning back onto his hands. "I'm enjoying the peace while it lasts. Don't ruin it."

"You're lucky I let you relax at all," you quipped, tossing the container into your bag before dusting off your hands. "I could be making you help me look for more."

He snorted, his smirk widening. "Don't push your luck, woman."

You giggled and leaned back against his shoulder. Sukuna glanced your way, catching the way your hair fluttered in the breeze and the soft curve of your smile. Without a word, he brushed a strand of hair from your cheek, his fingers lingering a second longer than necessary.

"What are you keeping these for, anyway?" he asked, his tone gruff but laced with curiosity.

You tilted your head to look up at him. "Memories," you said simply, holding out the shells for him to see.

He frowned, as if unsure what to make of your sentiment, but after a moment, he picked the prettiest shell from your hand and examined it before placing it back in your hand.

Sukuna glanced at the shells, then at you. "Memories, huh?" he murmured, his tone unexpectedly soft.

You nodded, tilting your head to look up at him. "Yeah. Something to remember this day by."

His warmth was a comforting contrast to the cool breeze. For a while, you stayed close and sat there quietly, staring out at the endless blue of the ocean. You looked over to Sukuna who was lying down on the soft blanket with closed eyes, a light breeze cooling his face.

You rose, phone in hand, and wandered closer to the water's edge, where large shiny black boulders stood partitioning the beach.

Sukuna noticed your absence, sitting up to watch you as you strolled along the shore, snapping pictures. He got to his feet, hands stuffed in his pockets, following you at a leisurely pace until something in the wet sand caught his eye.

Sukuna crouched, prying the scallop loose with his nails. Its was perfectly intact, the edges rippled from pale pinkish purple to deep hibiscus. He turned it over in his hand, pausing as if caught in thought.

He glanced up and spotted you squatting down, snapping a picture of a little pink starfish half-buried in the sand. You beamed at your phone, holding it up for a selfie.

A muscle in his jaw flexed. Without a word, he slipped the scallop into his pocket and stood, shaking his head as he continued to make his way over to the place you were, stopping nearby to take in the scenic view.

He'd never thought much about moments like this—peace, beauty, quiet. But watching you, carefree and glowing in the sunlight, stirred something foreign in him. The idea of you being this happy—this comfortable—was a desire he hadn't realized he had.

"This isn't so bad," Sukuna muttered, his deep voice breaking the silence.

"Not so bad, huh?" you teased, glancing at him over your shoulder. "You know, you're allowed to say you're enjoying this. I won't tell anyone."

He hummed noncommittally, his gaze drifting back to the horizon.

You turned to watch him, your lips curving into a soft smile. His broad frame stood relaxed against the breeze, pink hair ruffled just enough to soften his sharp features. That familiar smirk of his held a hint of mischief—but there was something deeper there too, something you couldn't quite place. How strange, you thought, to see him so at ease after the night you'd shared. Sukuna was a puzzle—one moment rough and unpredictable, the next protective and unexpectedly sweet. But the way he looked at you, like he had last night...

A soft laugh escaped you, breaking the spell. "Whatcha doin'?" you asked, swaying side to side as if to coax an answer.

He clicked his tongue, barely sparing you a glance. "Just thinking," he replied curtly.

You leaned against a boulder, slipping off your sandals and letting the warm sand wiggle its way between your toes. "Care to share, hubby?" you cooed, your grin playful and inviting.

He waved you off, though the faintest flush colored his cheeks. "Nothing you need to hear," he muttered, shoving his hands deeper into his pockets.

"Okay," you giggled, deciding to let it slide—for now.

After a brief pause, your grin turned mischievous. "Hey."

He sighed. "What now?"

"C'mon, take a selfie with me," you teased, holding out your phone.

His expression hardened instantly. "Hell no," he scoffed. "Not happening."

You tilted a hip out and rested a hand on it. "Well, too bad. We're a couple now, and couples take selfies. So, suck it up, Sugar.," you teased, smirking as you tugged him closer. "Now c'mon!"

"Listen—" he started but then let out a defeated huff, reluctantly stepping closer until his big, muscular frame hovered next to you, using the beautiful ocean as a backdrop.

"See? Not so bad," you teased, snapping a few quick photos. Sukuna leaned down as you planted a kiss on his cheek, his expression somewhere between annoyed and resigned. None with him smiling , of course—but at least he wasn't scowling. "Good enough," you laughed, scrolling through the pictures. "I'll take what I can get."

Sukuna grew curious and stood over you as you looked over the photos.

"Pff. " He snorted in disdain as he quickly glanced at the screen. "Weird," he said after seeing himself standing awkwardly next to your tinier figure, a slight scowl adorning his face, contrasting your bright smile.

You grinned, holding the phone high and spinning around to admire the picture. Sukuna raised an eyebrow, sighing deeply as if already exhausted by your antics.

"At least, I'm the better-looking one, huh?" he taunted, smirking down at you.

"Oh, hush," you snickered, looking up at him and giving his arm a playful squeeze.

It felt normal, the way you two could bicker endlessly, yet always fall back into an easy rhythm. You gazed out at the ocean, lost in a daydream, before turning back to him, rising on your tiptoes and clasping your hands behind your back.

"Sooo, when are you gonna say it~?" you teased, pursing your lips together..

He raised a brow, curiously. "Say what?"

"You know what!"

He blinked once, his expression deadpan.  "Oh, yeah... uh, fuck no. Not happening anytime soon." His arms folded, his stance solid.

You pouted, crossing your arms. "Why do you have to ruin the moment?"

"Because it's ridiculous," he shot back, his tone flat as his gaze drifted lazily away.

Sighing, you placed your hands on your hips. "If you want anything to do with me, you better get used to it," you teased, letting your words linger.

"Ughhh," he groaned, scratching the back of his neck and stuffing his hands into his pockets. "You're pushy, you know that?"

The silence stretched between you, laced with teasing tension. You refused to let it settle. With a sly smile, you shimmied out of your dress, leaving only your bra and panties. Tossing your phone onto your discarded clothes, you stepped toward the water, swaying your hips just enough to draw his attention.

"So mean sometimes," you murmured softly.

"What the hell are you doing?" Sukuna muttered, crossing his arms as his gaze tracked your movements, lingering on the curve of your hips. His usual stoicism cracked, a flicker of appreciation betraying him.

"Nothing," you sang, sticking out your tongue before dashing into the water.

The cool waves enveloped you, a refreshing contrast to the sun's heat. Wading in until the water reached above your chest, you spun lazily, splashing and humming as you moved. "Hmmmm, this feels nice~."

Sukuna stood at the shore, his arms crossed as the waves lapped at his feet. He muttered something under his breath, shaking his head, but his gaze never wavered from your figure spinning in the water. A faint smirk tugged at his lips before he caught himself and looked away.

You turned, wiping water from your face, and waved him over. "HEY, come on! The water's perfect!"

Sukuna didn't move at first, his stoic facade holding firm. But the longing in his eyes betrayed him—a mix of hunger and something deeper, more vulnerable. Seeing it made your heart flutter. He sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair as he stepped closer.

"For fuck's sake, woman," he grumbled, a faint blush creeping up his neck. "Are you really gonna make me watch you all day?"

"Nooo~," you teased, your voice dipping seductively as you swayed backward in the water, your smile sultry and inviting. "I'm trying to get you to come play with me~."

His gaze darkened, following your every movement, lingering on the way your wet skin gleamed in the sunlight. Your lacy bra turned sheer, giving him just enough of a tease.

"Watching isn't doing~," you whispered, extending a hand and batting your lashes. "Don't leave me to have all this fun by myself."

When he finally stripped down to his boxers, your grin widened."Sukuuuna," you purred, drawing out his name as your eyes roamed over his flexing muscles. You bite your bottom lip, your cheeks warming as you admire the outline of his thick cock through the dark fabric.

You shook your thoughts and continued your  playful act, inviting him with a suggestive look, swaying your hips and bouncing in the water making your breast jiggle in the process, anticipation sparking in your eyes.

"Think you can catch m—" Your words cut off as Sukuna charged into the water, faster than you expected. You squealed and tried to dash away, but he dove under, closing the gap with startling speed.

Suddenly, you feel his hands grip your ankles, pulling you down. Laughing and gasping as you reach out to grab his shoulder. His strength is overwhelming, making any resistance futile but thrilling.

His arm snaked around your hips, lifting you up to face level as he breaks through the water's surface with a triumphant smirk, his victory evident in his eyes.

Your lungs burned as you gasp for air. You clung to him, one arm around his neck, feeling his grip tighten on you as though he's not letting go any time soon.

"Jerk," you said breathlessly, a shiver running up your spine. "That was dirty!" You splashed water into his face, for revenge. "How'd you like that, sucker?" you laughed, light and teasing.

He scowled, clearly unimpressed by your retaliation, though you could see amusement lurking in his eyes. Without warning, he waded to a shallower spot, lifting you bridal style. You yelped, as he held you up at face level with a smug grin.

"You wanna keep messing with me?" he challenged, his deep voice dripping with playful menace.

"Nooo~" you cried, legs kicking as he threatened to toss you. "Wait, Suk—" But before you could finish, he slung you into the deeper water. You hit the surface with a loud splash, briefly submerged in the cool waves before resurfacing, gasping in surprise.

Sukuna chuckled as you emerged, reaching out to pull you close, his arm locking around your waist.

"Asshole!" you muttered, tugging on his pink hair in retaliation.

He hissed in mock annoyance. "Aggghh... let go, woman," he barked.

"Nooo," you insisted, pulling him down to face level, wagging a finger in his face, for playfully slapping his cheek. That's what you get for throwing me in the water." A red imprint started to form, he let out a sigh, he seemed mostly amused at letting you have your victory.

"Feel better now, you madwoman?" Sukuna asked, amusement clear in his tone.

"Maybe..." you mumbled with a little shrug, crossing your arms, though your pout was half-hearted. His fingers found your sides, making you squirm and giggle as he tickled you.

"Okay, okay, I'm done! Let me go!" you gasped, laughing so hard you snorted, which only made him smirk and continue a moment longer until you were breathless.

When the laughter finally died down, Sukuna dipped his head between your thighs, lifting you onto his broad shoulders, your legs straddling his neck. "Better?" His hands held your thighs securely, his strength steadying you.

"Yeah," you sighed in contentment, threading your fingers through his hair and giving him a gentle scalp massage. You basked in the warmth of the sunlight and the incredible view from atop Sukuna's shoulders, feeling peaceful and happy.

The rhythmic waves and his low groans filled your ears. "If stuff like this keeps you happy, I'll do it," he rumbled, his voice carrying a playful edge. "But, pull another stunt, and you'll regret it."

"Awww, you're so sweet. You deserve head pats," you teased, brushing your fingers through his hair.

He chuckled low and deep, as he lifted you back down to face him. His expression softened in a way you were still getting used to. "Only from you, Princess," he murmured, his voice a blend of mischief and affection, pulling you into an embrace. "Because you're mine."

Your chest tightened at his words, the simple claim making your heart flutter. Before you could respond, he pulled out of the hug, and with a wicked grin, he spun you around and tossed you into the water, leaving you sputtering and laughing.

You both end up splashing and racing each other, enjoying the lighthearted moment until you were out of breath.

"All right, that's enough, that's enough!" you waved him off, laughing in pure joy.

Standing waist-deep in the water, you caught your breath and took it all in—the golden sunlight, Sukuna's rare laughter, and the feel of his warm hands on your waist. It was a moment you knew you'd revisit for years.

He glanced down at you, his eyes softening as he seemed to savor the silence. With a satisfied grin, he walked back to shore, sitting on the sand and patting the spot in front of him. You settled into his lap, his arms instinctively wrapping around your waist as the two of you watched the sun sink toward the horizon.

"This was a perfect day," you sighed, glancing up at him with a soft smile.

He shrugged, still holding onto his nonchalant act. "Wasn't so bad," he said, though the small smile tugging at his lips betrayed his true feelings. He leaned in, pressing his nose into the crook of your neck, his warm breath fanning across your skin.

As the last rays of sunlight cast a golden glow over you, you snuggled deeper into his embrace, savoring the peace. "It's still weird doing shit like this," Sukuna said, his tone soft.

"Hugging someone?" you asked, blinking innocently.

His expression grew annoyed as he clicked his tongue. "It's not that, and you know it," he sighed. "I can't believe I'm out here relaxing, being all domestic and shit." His voice dropped lower, more thoughtful.

"You're right. I think you've gone soft since meeting me. Sukuna—the guy who builds sandcastles and takes selfies? Who even are you?" you teased, poking his chest. "Next thing I know, you'll be collecting seashells too."

"Quiet, woman." He glared, though there was no real malice behind it.

You twisted in his arms, meeting his gaze with a playful smile. "I'm kidding. It's sweet. We're having a lot of firsts together, huh?" you said softly, brushing your fingers across his cheek.

He let out a quiet scoff, mumbling something like "idiot" under his breath, though his voice was laced with warmth.

You leaned back into his chest, feeling his arms tighten around you. The peacefulness of the moment felt endless, and you both seemed to savor the quiet connection. You wished these last few days could stretch indefinitely, each one spent exactly like this, before your inevitable separation.

His hand moved to your waist, gently guiding you to face him. His eyes held a distant look, his thoughts visibly shifting between emotions. "What am I gonna do with you?" he murmured, his voice low, laced with an affection he rarely let show. His hand cupped your jaw, lifting your face so your eyes met. His gaze held yours, searching for answers.

You blushed under his scrutiny, warmth rising to your cheeks. "Dunno... what're you thinkin' about?" you asked softly.

Instead of answering directly, his eyes narrowed slightly, a teasing glint breaking through his intensity. "The real question is... what are you thinking about, Princess? You're the one dodging questions," he countered, his tone playful but probing.

You froze, caught off guard by his challenge. "Oh... um..." His gaze was compelling, silently urging you to be honest. "Mostly about you... us," you confessed, feeling your pulse quicken.

He raised an eyebrow, skeptically. "Hah? Really?"

A soft laugh slipped from you, easing the tension. "Yep."

"Like what, exactly?" he prodded, his curiosity barely masked by his casual tone.

"...Thinking about everything we've done together—how we bickered like an old married couple, even though we hadn't technically been a couple for a day. But we still teased each other and... everything." Your voice softened as you continued, leaning into him, absentmindedly running a hand along his muscles. "It feels like we've been together all along, even without a title."

Your words seemed to catch him off guard, his brows furrowing slightly.

"It feels... special. Like we just clicked in a way that's ours." You glanced up shyly, catching his thoughtful gaze—more relaxed than you'd seen in ages.

"I know you said distance won't change anything," you murmured, eyes fixed on the sand. "But... what if it does? What if this all fades the moment I leave?" you said softly. "What if your feelings are only like this because we're together all the time—, " You sighed, feeling self-conscious. "Forget it," you waved a hand dismissively, looking down at your lap, unsure if he even wanted to hear your rambling.

His arm tightened around you, his silence heavy with thought. "Hmm," he muttered, running a hand over the back of his neck as if trying to piece together what to say.

You tilted your head curiously, resting your chin on his chest and studying his face. "Why so quiet?"

He sighed deeply, exhaling slowly as if to steady himself. "...Thinking." His hold around you tightened just a bit, grounding himself.

You smiled, sensing an opening to lighten the mood. "About me? Good things I hope..." you giggled, trying to break the tension. "I'm trying to be a good girlfriend...possibly wifey material for you." You looked down, shyly, before meeting his gaze. Averting your eyes briefly, in an attempt to cover your nerves, you smiled brightly, pretending the intensity of his eyes weren't affecting you.

His hands glided over your skin, gentle but possessive, sending a tingle through you. He paused, then leaned in close, solely focused on you. The weight of his gaze pinned you in place, your heart fluttering under his scrutiny. It was as though he could see every part of you—the good, the bad, and everything in between.

Blushing deeply, you shyly looked away, heat rising in your cheeks. But he reached up, brushing his thumb gently along your cheek, keeping you close.

"S-stop looking at me like that..." you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Like how, Princess?" he teased, his arms tightening around you, anchoring you in his lap.

"Like... like I don't know...like you're staring into my soul or something," you admitted nervously with a soft, bashful smile.

"And why shouldn't I look at my girl?" Sukuna murmured, leaning in until he was only a breath away, his forehead nearly resting against yours, his lips curved into a smirk. "You're fuckin' beautiful, Y/N. You alw-."

His words sent your heart racing. You pressed a finger lightly to his mouth, shaking your head as you returned his smile, shy but content. "Stop saying stuff like that..."

He chuckled, pulling your hand gently away. "Oh, so you can bring up marriage and shit, but when I try to compliment you, you get shy?" His smug grin widened.

You gave an awkward little laugh, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "Because... well, I mean, yours is too much. Obviously I don't expect anything like that right now. It's just... maybe someday," you murmured, your voice softening. "A girl can dream, y'know."

"Hmmm...?" he asked, his tone shifting, the teasing edge giving way to something more serious.

You smiled softly at him and lifted a finger to tap his nose, "Just, don't get any ideas about proposing too soon, okay? I need to be thoroughly spoiled first. Just saying." You added playfully, a small giggle escaped as you imagined the thought.

Sukuna shook his head, somewhere between amused and exasperated. "Spoiled, huh? You're already high maintenance," he muttered, though the small smile tugging at his lips gave him away.

You leaned in with a cheeky grin. "Yeah, but you love me anyway." Your tone was playful, but your eyes softened as you asked, "Love me forever, Suku~?"you teased before brushing a soft kiss against his lips.

You pulled back slowly, blinking up at him, watching as his crimson eyes flickered with something unspoken. You leaned in again, stealing another lingering peck. You could've sworn his cheeks turned the faintest shade of pink, but maybe it was just the fading light of the setting sun.

He let out a long, extended sigh, a small smile tugging at his lips. Without a word, he reclined into the sand, his arms pulling you snugly against his chest, positioning you on top of him.

"You really know how to test a guy's patience," he muttered, though his smirk betrayed him.

"It's my job," you whispered against his lips, resting your hands against the sides of his head. Squishing his cheeks between your palms, you gently pressed a kiss against his lips. "But you know you love it," you cooed with a bright smile.

He stared, seemingly in a trance, as he glanced up at you. For a moment, he remained silent, his expression unreadable. The distant crashing of waves filled the air, mingling with the sound of your own heartbeat.

He huffed and averted his eyes briefly. "You're a damn handful, sweetheart, I'll give you that," his words softened, laced with obvious affection.

You shrugged in response. "Maybe, but you knew what you signed up for," you teased, kissing him all over his face. "You can tell me when to stop," you murmured between kisses, letting the serene sunset carry the sweet moment as you peppered his face with affection.

He sighed softly, closing his eyes, relaxing into the feeling. When he didn't speak for a full minute, you paused, glancing at him, as you frowned in confusion. You squished his cheeks a few more times, a worried pout settling across your lips.

"Why aren't you stopping me?...Suku..? Are you all right?" you whispered.

Sukuna remained silent for a moment, his eyes closed, lips pressing into a thoughtful line. You weren't sure what to think, watching the myriad of emotions dance across his face, waiting for his response, while the seconds passed, and you tried not to overthink the situation.

But finally, a soft groan rumbled from his throat and his eyes slowly opened, revealing a fierce intensity burning deep within. The look in them was almost angry as he focused his gaze directly into yours. Your heart pounded at the contact, and your breath caught in your throat.

Suddenly, his lips pressed against yours. His soft lips claimed yours, leaving you melting into the kiss. Your eyes slowly closed as you kissed back, parting your lips with a quiet moan as his tongue slid in, brushing against yours in an unhurried manner.

He deepens the kiss with a slow, sensual caress. But then, in the next instant, the intensity triples as his tongue plunges deeper into your mouth, demanding a more insistent response. The kiss was tender yet intensely passionate. Your hand tangled in his hair while his strong arms pulled you flush against him, leaving no space between your bodies. The kiss left you breathless. When you finally broke apart, your heart raced as his arms tightened around you. He kept his face mere inches away. The ghosting warmth of his lips sent goosebumps along your skin.

"Hey, you okay?" you breathed, your gaze searching for signs of uncertainty.

Sukuna hesitated, letting his breath fall to a steady rhythm before responding. When the silence stretched for too long, he leaned in to capture your lips again.

You kissed back, the warmth of the gesture warming your very being, but not able to shake the sudden knot forming in the pit of your stomach, the uncertainty evident in the slight crease between your brow. He's definitely thinking hard about something. But what?

Slowly, hesitantly, you pulled away again. "What is it...?" you asked tentatively, looking into his eyes with concern.

"Nothing's wrong, woman, quit asking." The tiniest hint of impatience touched his voice as he gently laid his forehead against yours.

You pulled away, sitting up fully, and gave him a look of displeased suspicion. You didn't buy it. "Don't hide things from me, it's not fair." Your arms crossed as you sat up on his abdomen.

"It isn't up for discussion right now. End of story," Sukuna sighed, looking slightly annoyed by your pushiness, but the playfulness remained in his tone.

But before he can continue, you blurted out your next question, "Is it because of what I said earlier about the proposal?"

Sukuna huffed, one corner of his lips quirking slightly.

"...Nah." his voice was low and thoughtful, a slight rasp in his throat. He sounded as if he had been woken from a deep sleep, emotion clear in his tone.

"Tell meee, Suku," You pouted, bouncing on his lap lightly, purposefully ignoring his exasperated sigh, prodding him relentlessly. You held a hand over his heart, feeling its rapid beat. You tried not to giggle, as you reached up to make a mess of his hair.

"Y/N, please..." Sukuna groaned, his muscles going taut, struggling to maintain his stoic composure.

"Since when did you get all sweet on me?" you teased.

The tension melted away immediately and he huffed out a small laugh, pulling you back down to him, making you squeal and erupt into giggles.

"Mmmm. Just you wait, woman," he hummed low and dark, his fingers traced up and down your spine, slow, and purposeful, before gripping your ass. You bit your lip, feeling a familiar heat start to form in the pit of your belly. But kept yourself composed—for now.

Sukuna leaned back in, pressing his warm lips against yours once more. As the two of you shared a few more gentle kisses, the moon rose, its light reflecting off the ocean like millions of diamonds scattered across its surface. The stars sparkled brilliantly in the night sky, as if the heavens had crafted the evening just for the two of you.

"Sukuna... look up," you whispered. His crimson eyes followed yours to the sky. "Wow. Beautiful, huh?" you breathed. He hummed in agreement.

You both took in the breathtaking scene—a dazzling moon casting its glow over both of you. For a moment, neither of you spoke, the silence filled only by the soft rhythm of the waves, you both simply savoring the moment.

Sukuna's warm hands rested securely on your waist, his chin lightly on your head.

It was a picture-perfect moment.

His expression softened into a lazy half-smirk as he broke the silence. "C'mon now, Princess. Let's get your fine ass back to the house before it gets any darker," his deep voice held an edge of huskiness that sent a shiver up your spine.

"Kay," You sighed, a trace of longing in your voice, though your heart brimmed with contentment. Sukuna didn't miss a beat, his strong arms scooping you up effortlessly, his warmth a shield against the cold night breeze. His muscles flexed as you clung to his neck, your body snug against his.

As he walked, you peeked up at his handsome features, the moonlight accentuating his sharp jawline. A soft blush tinged your cheeks, and you couldn't help but smile.

His crimson eyes flicked down to meet yours. "What are you smiling at?" he muttered.

"Mmm. Nothing," you murmured, a dazed smile slipping onto your face. Your fingers traced lazy patterns at the nape of his neck as you murmured, "I'm just... happy," The warmth in your voice mirrored your smile.

For once, he didn't tease. His smile spoke volumes as he held you close, silently promising to keep you this happy, no matter what.

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Sukuna effortlessly walked to the blanket, gently setting you down before you both redressed quickly.

You both began picking up items, As you bent down to gather the food containers, you felt Sukuna's gaze trailing lazily over you.

Suddenly, a playful smack landed on your backside, breaking the quiet with a sharp echo. You yelped and spun around."Sukuna!" you huffed, his eyes glinted in amusement, as you flushed under his touch.

"Couldn't resist," he murmured, his voice a deep rumble that sent shivers racing down your spine.

With a mischievous smile, Sukuna slung the tote over his shoulder and took your hand, fingers interlacing as he led you down the shoreline. The walk was peaceful, exchanging glances, both of you enjoying the rare calm between the banter and teasing, with Sukuna occasionally chuckled at your stupid jokes or clever remarks.

Walking hand in hand with him felt magical, his sharp edges softened into a tenderness that left your heart aching in the best way. It wasn't just his secure grip or the soft brush of his thumb—it was the way he treated you. Like you were his entire world, his precious little wife in everyway but his last name.

You smiled, still blown away that someone like him had become interested in someone like you. You had not planned for it at all. It made everything before this feel dull by comparison.

As the house came into view, you leaned into him with a contented sigh. He glanced down, his sharp eyes softened for a moment, as if caught off guard by your quiet happiness, before he raised an eyebrow.

"What's up?"

You grinned, swinging his arm playfully. "Be honest... you're gonna miss me, aren't you?"

He scoffed, feigning indifference. "Huh?"

"When I go back home," you said, gesturing toward your chest dramatically. "You know you'll be lost without me."

"I've managed just fine on my own," he muttered, but his tone softened just enough to betray him.

You huffed, giving his wrist a tug, stopping in your tracks. "Miss me a little?" you asked, pouting in a way you knew he couldn't resist.

Sukuna looked away, silent for a moment as if debating his next move. Then, with a shrug, his eyes met yours, and he pulled you closer with a resigned smirk.

"Maybe," he admitted, his tone low and rough. "But I know you'll call or text me every second anyway..."

You flashed him a triumphant grin. "Damn right. You're stuck with me now, like it or not."

He rolled his eyes, feigning exasperation, but there was a flicker of something softer beneath it.

"Ah, so there is a fate worse than death," he mused, squeezing your waist with his rough hands. His warmth pulled you closer, daring you to melt against him.

"Are you honestly telling me you'd prefer I didn't call or talk to you at all?" you challenged.

Sukuna opened his mouth, then closed it just as quickly, staying silent, and you don't miss the way he avoided your gaze.

"Exactly!" You pointed a finger accusingly, feeling a playful thrill in getting him caught.

In response, his hand finds your waist again, slipping to your butt and giving it a small pinch. "Watch it, woman," he warned, though his playful tone betrays any real threat.

You stared into his crimson eyes, drawn in like always, before clinging to his arm. Silence fell between you as gazing off into the distance, your thoughts a mix of emotions you can't quite put into words.

"What's got you all dreamy, princess?" His voice rumbled low, pulling out of your trance, your gaze refocused on his face.

"Just thinking..." you trailed off, your cheeks tinged with a soft flush.

"About...?" he pressed, an inquisitive gleam in his eyes.

"Stuff... nothing, really," you murmured, your face heating even more as you shy away from his gaze, not ready to say more.

He gave a small chuckle. "Hey, it can't be worse than what goes through my head, hm?"

"Oh yeah?" you asked with a chuckle, raising an eyebrow. "Like what?"

But Sukuna goes quiet, caught off guard by your question, and for a moment, his usual bravado slips. He clears his throat, holding a fist to his mouth, a faint blush creeping across his cheeks as he looks somewhere off to the side. The bashfulness is a rare sight, and it makes your heart flutter.

"Oooooo, look, you're blushing!" A soft giggle escaped you.

"The hell I am!" he retorted, seeming offended.

"Uh huh." You giggled, savoring the rare moment, determined to keep pointing out his adorable side whenever you can.

You looped your arms around his forearm, giving his biceps a squeeze. He turned to see you smiling up at him with a warmth that made him dare to hope was love. Your affectionate gestures, cute sounds, and sexy body were enough to drive a man to insanity. Every glance, every touch from you seemed to light a fire in him, leaving him wanting more.

You walk alongside him, simply content to have him next to you. You place your cheek against his arm. He squeezed your hand reassuringly.

On the porch, Sukuna pulled you inside, the door slamming shut behind him. Your tote fell to the floor as his arms wrapped around you, his breath warming the curve of your neck.

His lips traced your skin slowly, possessively, leaving a trail of heat that made you shiver. His hands splayed over your stomach, pulling you closer as he kissed just below your ear, drawing a soft gasp from you.

"Clingy, huh?" you teased, earning a low chuckle from Sukuna as his arms tightened, drawing you impossibly closer.

"Shut up," Sukuna's embrace grows tighter around your small waist. You can't help but smile, reveling in the comfort of his embrace. With a playful wiggled, you manage to slip free, grabbing his hand and leading him up the stairs.

"Where are you—" he started, but the sly glance you throw back at him was all the answer he needs.

Sukuna chuckled low, the devious spark in his eyes softening as he trailed behind you. Almost like he was a big, obedient puppy.

Once in the bathroom, you tugged on his wrist, pulling him closer, your grin promising trouble. Sukuna let out a low chuckle, following your lead his eyes glinted with anticipation.

It wasn't long before your bodies were pressed together, lathered with suds. Soft moans echoed through the steamy air, blending with the patter of water as he buried his face in your neck pounding you against the cold shower wall as if his life depended on it. His arms hooked under your legs, holding you flush against him as he drove into you desperately. Your arms tightened around his neck, a trembling moan escaping your lips. "Yes, harder," you gasped, toes curling as pleasure overwhelmed you.

His back muscles flexed under your hands, rippling with each snap of his hips. Sukuna's lips trailed your skin, alternating between biting and kissing. His voice, low and rough, spilled praises and filthy promises against your ear, his soft pink hair brushing your cheek as he lost himself in you.

"Sukunaaa!" you screamed, feeling him thrust up into you, pulling you back onto him as he bounced you on his dick, filling you over and over. Pleasure traveled through every nerve in your body until your eyes crossed.

His hands kneaded your ass as he held your weight effortlessly. "You like that, Princess?" he rumbled, voice thick with pride. Driving into you harder, your mind spinning, unable to respond with anything but broken, breathy 'fucks' and moans were the only answer he needed."

Your nails dug deep into his shoulders, leaving marks, drawing out a mix of hisses and rough groans. His cock drove into you again, hitting that perfect spot, his grip tightening as he held you steady.

"Fuck," he groaned, voice strained. "You've got me addicted to your tight little pussy..." he breathed, almost embarrassed by how desperately he needed you. "Taking my cock like a whore... Shitt..."

"Yes! Yes, Sukuna! Please—don't stop," you gasped, voice cracking as he drove deeper, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge."

He gritted his teeth at the sounds you made, throwing his head back, bucking into you harder and faster until his hips stuttered, spilling inside of you. Your loud moans filled the room as both of you rode out your highs.

Sukuna held you close, his lips brushing along your collarbone as your breaths slowed in unison. Against his shoulder, you giggled breathlessly, feeling him smile—a rare, genuine one, reserved just for you. He finally slipped out of you slowly, his cum dripping from you onto the shower floor.

Both of you stood still, the steam swirling around, still catching your breath as his strong arms remained locked around you, neither of you willing to let go just yet.

"I needed that," he muttered, chuckling as he stepped back. His muscles flexing, and his semi-erect cock bobbing up and down, wet with cum, water dripping from it and sliding down between his thick thighs.

He let you down on your feet gently, steadying you as he held your gaze, his expression softened, a glint of admiration clear in his eyes. "Not tired yet, are you?" he cooed.

You gazed up, helpless and utterly content. "Mhnn, m'getting there." You swayed in his grasp, wearing a lopsided, stupid, dumbass, dopey smile.

Sukuna smiled down at you— his beautiful little girlfriend, his half-lidded eyes soft, a rare peace gracing his sharp features. He held you close, his hands warm and steady at the small of your back. You swayed in his grasp in a happy daze, completely captivated by him—a tall, buff, mean and brutish, tattooed man, with a foulmouthed who somehow had you completely weak, and you felt no shame in it.

And that cute smirk of his—he knew exactly how whipped you had him, and he relished the thought of owning you, savoring every second of control.

It made his heart flutter a little, knowing that you were actually his. The feeling was strange; he wasn't accustomed to romantic love, only lust. But these new emotions and urges were overwhelming, leaving him bewildered by how deeply he felt.

His fingers gently traced along your cheek. For a moment, he looked at you like you were the most precious thing he'd ever held.

"Mm, what is it?" you asked, blushing as you glanced shyly away from his intense gaze.

"Whatcha looking at me like that for, Suki-poo?" you giggled, teasing him.

"It's nothin'," he murmured, leaning in for a soft kiss, his lips brushing yours in a way that felt gentle and loving. The simple touch held all his passion and feelings, just needing to be close to you in a different, more intimate way. A deep longing washed over him—the craving to have you by his side forever, to cherish and spoil you.
He felt a protective possessiveness, a desire to keep you happy and safe. You reciprocated wholeheartedly, and Sukuna was finally at peace, a strange new calm settling over him. In that silent exchange, the feelings were clear and completely mutual.

He released his hold around you and reached for the shampoo, squirting it into his palm. Lifting his hands and began to wash his hair, taking his time, closing his eyes as the sudsy shampoo slowly rinsed out, pushing his drenched wet hair.

The water traced the ridges of his inked frame, a masterpiece of raw masculinity. Sukuna's unapologetic confidence left you breathless, his commanding presence radiating control. You were still horny, completely starry eyed and swooning like an idiot over him.

It was official. You were in love. There was no denying it.

Sukuna glanced at the corner of his eye, noticing the reaction. He caught the look of pure infatuation on your face. A tiny smirk formed.
Sukuna's confidence and ego went aflame. It only drove his desire further, being in absolute power of making a mess out of you.

He moved to you grabbing the loofah and started scrubbing you, soapy up your body and squeezing your breasts with his giant, warm palms. He began rubbing the soapy sponge up and down across your wet body.

Sukuna pulled you against his chest, his rough fingers pinching, twisting, rubbing and tugging on your nipples, drawing soft whimpers from your lips.

The pleasure shot through your veins like electricity, leaving you mumming softly as his hands roamed your body. Sukuna grinning, as he slowly worked his way down.

His arms stretched to grab the body wash and you stepped into the shower, the water warming you up and rinsing off the suds, leaving you refreshed. His eyes focused, studying every curve and movement, the warm water washing over you. Sukuna put the bottles away.

He began washing himself off quickly, cleaning his dick that you've been admiring the whole time. Your cheeks flushed considerably when you saw him stroke himself.

You decided to get on your knees to help him, and he gave a sultry smirk in approval. Placing his cock between your breasts and moving them up and down over his member, with a teasing gaze.

"Look at you" Sukuna purred out.

His cock was absolutely stunning. Not only was it long, but it also had a nice thick girth to it. You smiled and licked the tip, then wrapped your mouth around the head, swirling your tongue.
A growl left his throat, as you looked up, making an erotic show of your efforts.

You eagerly moved your boobs up and down on his shaft. Sucking his cock, while your breast massaged the rest of his shaft.

"Hmmm..." You groaned out, looking up, sending him a pleading gaze.

A warm sigh escaped his lips and he tilted his head back. You pulled the mouth off for a split moment before running your tongue all around the tip and kissing it, giving him small pecks all along his length. Then, you went down all the way until his entire cock was in your mouth.
Sukuna chuckled, seeing the dedication to get his dick in you in some way or form, groaning your name in pleasure.

It didn't take long for his hips to begin moving on its own.

His balls tightened with each thrust, your rhythm matching his as you begged for more. He jerked forward, burying himself fully in your mouth with a guttural growl, his eyes locked onto yours. "You look fucking gorgeous like this,"he rasped, his breath uneven and raw.

He gave one final thrust before pouring into your mouth, making sure your face was flush with his pelvis as he let out a rough cry.

You glanced up and saw how absolutely fucked he was, with his eyes rolled back as his hand fell from the back of your head. He braced himself against the shower tile, his eyes half-lidded and filled with satisfaction.

"Let me see, Princess," he panted, his thumb grabbed your chin, raising your head, he then forced your lips open.

Sukuna held you still, mouth open wide, giving him a full view as you swirled your tongue around in your mouth to show him.

"Swallow." He huffed. You swallowed every drop of his semen.

You opened your mouth once more, showing that his cum was no longer there. Licking his cock clean of any extra cum left on his cock, finishing with a light pop on the end.

You smiled and kissed his balls gently. "Feel good?" you teased, standing up, while stretching and wringing the sponge. You began rubbing his broad, hard, muscular chest, rubbing soap on his muscles. He didn't reply but instead grabbed your hands and stopped you, smirking with half-lidded, amused eyes, slowly growing aroused from being cleaned and pampered, relishing in being the spoiled one.

"Such a good girl..." he hummed.

Your eyes gleamed up happily.

Sukuna found his eyes watching every droplet cascade down your beautiful body, smiling as your curves glistened under the water. A red flush had begun spreading up from his cheeks, making them feel hot. He just felt so goddamn happy. You reached up to cup his cheek in your hand. He blinked slowly before realizing he was being completely and entirely stared at by your beautiful shining eyes.

He opened his mouth, only to find that his voice wasn't working.

He inhaled sharply, wondering what he should do now...

A sweet, smile graced your lips. You looked over him affectionately and continued to rub his chest in circular motions, moving the soap over. He felt so fuzzy and weird and... his heart felt so full and he wanted to protect you... no, not even just protect...he wanted to have... you.. he wanted to... to...

He stood there, eyes glued to you, staring unblinking, watching you. You paused briefly, hand falling from his chest and your smile faltered slightly.

"...Sukuna?" you questioned gently, tilting your head, still smiling sweetly.

"Wh-?" His voice sounded strangely dry.

"You okay? You kinda... stopped talking for a bit there," you said quietly, scrubbing his arms.

"Yes...?" He replied hesitantly, mouth suddenly going dry.

For the first time in his life, the thought of a future didn't feel daunting. Instead, it was oddly calming—especially when he imagined you in it. He could see it—giving you everything your little heart could possibly desire: a home, maybe kids, that wifey title you loved to tease him about. Just you and him. Or maybe he was fuckin sick, losing his goddamn mind, going soft. Whatever this was, it felt way too good. Too natural. Like it had already happened—like his life flashed before his eyes.

The familiar touch of your hands woke Sukuna from his reverie. You smiled that irresistible smile of yours.

"Yes," he said absentmindedly, though not exactly sure what he had said 'yes' to.

"Just making sure..." You leaned in, your nose pressed into his chest and you could feel the warmth of his skin radiate into your body. A calm settled over the both of you, almost a trance-like sensation.

He hummed and placed his big, warm hand on the back of your head, pulling you in, gently petting your head. Your heart raced as you blushed, surprised at his affection.

"H-huh...?" you squeaked, glancing up at him, startled and amazed by his tenderness.

"Don't ask dumb questions," he muttered, before his usual stoic self took over.

Your smile widened, leaning up to give him a quick kiss on his shoulder. It was brief, just enough to communicate everything to him, a reassurance and gratitude, that he didn't need to explain what just happened.

After a couple of minutes, you had successfully managed to scrub him clean. "Hmm. All nice and clean. Mission accomplished." You snickered at the smug expression on his face. He looked as if he won a damn prize, happy and satisfied as hell with how you served him. He was practically glowing and relaxed, feeling really good about his life choices.

As the warm, fuzzy sensations washed over, you found yourselves both grinning like idiots.

"Hmnn, I know exactly how this relationship is gonna work, Daddy," you hummed with a sly smile.

His smirk widened, seductive and a little wicked, as he raised an eyebrow, slightly taken aback.

"Oh?" he began, voice dropping to a low, teasing growl. "Enlighten me, then. How so, Sweetheart?" His smirk deepened. "And just who's running this relationship, hmm?"

"Me," you teased, daring a smile—right before Sukuna's sharp smack made you gasp.

"That so, Princess?" he growled, crimson eyes glinting with amusement as his smirk deepened

"Yes, that so," you pouted defiantly. "I always get my way~."

With a satisfied smirk, you turned off the water, not noticing the flash of surprise in his eyes before his strong arms caged around you. He rested his chin atop your head, letting out a deep, exaggerated sigh of aggravation.

"God fucking dammit..." Sukuna muttered, exhaling loudly, the blend of annoyance and amusement clear in his tone as he mumbled something under his breath.

Steam still clung to the air as you stepped out of the shower, the warmth of the moment lingering between you. The quiet hum of intimacy settled like a comforting haze as the two of you dried off in a comfortable silence. Sukuna's sharp eyes softened as he turned to you, his towel hanging loosely around his waist. Without a word, he scooped you up bridal-style, drawing a surprised giggle from your lips.

"Ah," he rasped, irritation lacing his voice. "So... you think you're gonna be the man of the house and run me? Hmm?" His grin widened, sharp and challenging.

"Mmmhmmm," you replied playfully. "But don't worry—I'll still treat you like the king you are~." Your tone turned teasing as your gaze locked with his. "After all, in chess, the Queen technically has more power than the King."

"Sure, you might be a Queen," Sukuna's smirk deepened, his crimson eyes gleaming with amusement. "And, yes she is powerful," he murmured, his voice dropping to a low rumble as his lips brushed your neck. "But don't forget—the game is about the King. You might run the board, Princess, but everything still revolves around me."

The door slammed shut behind him as he carried you to the bed, setting you down with deliberate slowness.

His eyes bore into yours, heat flooding through you under his unwavering stare. The bed dipped beneath his weight, and you felt thrillingly trapped, your pulse quickening.

"And just so we're clear," he continued, his voice low and commanding, "the man you've chosen to play house with doesn't take kindly to his authority being challenged." His smirk darkened as he nudged your legs apart, his body pressing close enough to steal your breath. "I'll always be in charge—and I'll gladly remind you every time you forget."

He held your gaze, daring you to defy him. "Understood, babe?"

You nodded meekly, unable to look away.

His smirk deepened at your submission, a low chuckle escaping him as he leaned back slightly. "Something tells me you're not fully convinced," he muttered, shaking his head. A frustrated sigh left his lips before his gaze darkened, half-lidded eyes glowing with mischief. The sight sent a shiver racing through your body.

His hand slid to your throat, applying a firm yet teasing pressure. Your breath hitched as your heartbeat thundered under his control.

Sukuna captured your lips in a rough kiss, his tongue slipping inside to claim dominance. His grip on your throat tightened slightly, keeping you grounded as he pressed his solid frame against yours. The kiss grew hungrier, stealing your breath until a soft whimper escaped. Your hands instinctively found his broad shoulders.

"Hands at your sides, now," he growled through clenched teeth as you clung tighter.

You hesitated for a heartbeat before obeying, releasing him and gripping the sheets beneath you.

His hand glided down your bare body, fingers pressing into your soft skin as he pulled you closer. Your back arched instinctively, a quiet moan escaping your lips.

"Fuckin' perfect," he murmured, his voice low and filled with pride as his ruby eyes gleamed.

With a lazy smile, he shifted his hips, the head of his semi-erect cock pressing against your clit. Each deliberate movement sent shockwaves through your body. He dragged the head against you again, teasing with calculated precision.

Your soft gasps turned into desperate moans as he dipped just inside before pulling back with a smirk. Every touch, every movement, left you squirming for more. You tried to grind against him, but he only chuckled, keeping you achingly close to the edge without relief.

"Aaa-ah," you groan in frustration, toes curling and legs shaking from the strain. His hold tightens, keeping you pressed against him while still allowing the smallest movements. His shaft prods at your entrance, and you panted heavily.

"Sukunaa... please," you gasped, voice trembling with need. His chuckle was low, teasing, as he pressed closer, drawing a moan from your lips.

The throbbing ache between your legs grows more insistent, the urge to touch yourself almost overwhelming. Just as your hand drifted toward your core, his caught your wrist. "Ah, ah," he chided, shaking his head, a his smug grin dark and knowing spreading on his lips. "Patience, Princess. Remember what I told you..."

"B-but..." you stuttered, barely able to form coherent thought as your mind grew hazier, lost in the desire.

"I tell you, I decide how this goes." The slight grin that twists his lips makes your blood run cold. There's something evil and sadistic lurking beneath his pleasant smile and warm voice.

His lips found your neck, drawing a sharp whine from you as he thrusts his hips forward a few inches. He keeps your bodies connected, still holding your wrists so that you're helplessly, pinned underneath him, a trapped bundle of nerves and desperate need.

"Who's in charge here, Princess?" he murmured, his voice a low, commanding rumble that left no room for argument.

You bite your lower lip, unable to respond. But your squirming increases, a long, breathy whine slipping free.

A pleased, cocky smirk stretching his lips. He presses the tip in, then withdraws. The moan it earns brings an all-out smug grin and a dark chuckle from him, his crimson eyes flaring to life.

"Say it," he demanded, his voice a low, gravelly rumble.

"You," you whispered, trembling under his grip. "I belong to you."

"Mmmhm." Sukuna grins smugly,  He leaned down, his voice softer but no less commanding. "Good girl."

Your face begins flushing at the praise, your resistance completely spent. Your body arching under his control, completely at his mercy.

He glances down at you, his gaze admiring the need in your eyes. He hums in satisfaction before pulling away, his expression pleased. "So fucking beautiful," he mutters. He adjusts your position, laying you down on your stomach with your ass propped up, hands behind your back. Your cheek rests against the soft satin pillow as he watches you intently.

"Stay still. And no squirming," he orders, his hands firmly kneading the soft flesh of your backside before delivering a sharp, stinging slap.
The jolt of pleasure and pain shoots through your core, making your hips jerk. His smacks grow harder, the stinging building your need to an almost unbearable level. Your aching clit and throbbing heat leave you biting down on your bottom lip, whimpering softly. "Su...Sukuna..." you sighed and whimper, torn between pain and want.

His warm hands soothe the sting before he presses a soft kiss to your reddened skin.

Last night had confirmed it—he was in too deep. Watching you now, a rare, quiet gratitude settled in him. You saw every part of him, the roughness, the intensity—and you accepted it. With you, he didn't have to hold back or dull his edges. You were his match in every way. You understood his appetites and shared his love for this primal, dominant play. You welcomed his alpha male presence, letting him take control, submit to his every whim, and indulge in his full intensity, knowing he wasn't breaking you. It gave him a chance to let loose, truly lose control in a way he'd never allowed himself to before.

In the same breath, you were his perfect sub, yet you possessed a fiery spirit and a dominant edge of your own—a rare match who could challenge him just as much as you surrendered to him. Someone who didn't find him too much to handle.

You were everything and more. He stands there for a few seconds, smirking as his eyes roam over your bare figure, taking you in completely. After a moment, his large hand comes down to meet your ass once more.

Your soft whimpers and pouting lips draw a devious chuckle from Sukuna. "Keep pouting like that," he growls, voice dropping to a low rumble that sends shivers racing through you. "Makes me wanna punish you even more." His intense gaze stays fixed on you, darkened by desire, the tension filling the space between you.

He moves lower, running a single finger along your slit, teasing as he drags it up and down, lingering just enough to make you squirm.

Kneeling behind, Sukuna towers over you, his presence engulfing you. His hands spread your cheeks, revealing your pussy in all its glistening glory. His pink tip presses against your entrance, warm and steady, teasing as you arch back, desperate for more.

"Wanna take my big, fat cock like a good fuckin' slut." Without warning, he thrusts forward, filling you with a rough, deep plunge, his thick length sheathing fully in a single stroke. His fingers dig into your hips, holding you tight, claiming you without a hint of restraint.

A cry leaves your lips as he stretches you, his thick cock pressing deep, every inch of him filling you completely. His nails press into your skin, leaving little marks that already tell a story of his possessiveness. "Yess! Fuck, YESSS, Sukunaaa~," you cried out, voice cracking as you melt into the intensity of it all. "F-fuck... just fuck me. Oh. Pleeeassse," you plead, voice trailing into broken gasps as tears prick at the corners of your eyes, the build-up of release tightening within you.

A breathy chuckle escapes him, his gaze glinting with admiration, pride, and something raw. His thrusts deepen, each one burying him to the hilt, pushing you into the mattress with his relentless rhythm. Your mouth falls open, a bit of drool slipping out as he continues, the sound of his balls slapping against you and the wet, lewd noises filling the quiet room amidst your gasps.

Sukuna moves without hesitation or care for gentleness; you're his, a plaything meant to take his rough treatment, and he uses you like one, like the toy you've longed to be. Sukuna's hands gripped your hips tighter, his movements rougher, he bit down on his lip, as low groan threatened to escape. The sight of his flushed face, eyes heavy with desire, sent another jolt through your body. He was lost in the intensity, eyes closed in sheer bliss, mouth open as he curses under his breath.

You'd beg him to go harder if you had the words, but your thoughts were scattered. Overstimulated, your vision blurred as tears pricked your lashes and soaked the pillow.

You let out a particularly loud mewl, making him throw his head back, his spine arching, the powerful muscles on his neck and broad shoulders straining. He's flushed pink, and there's a thin sheen of sweat over his flushed cheeks. Sukuna's face, twisted in intense passion, is almost more than you can bear. Your heart pounds at his unabashed pleasure, desire flooding through you. You squeeze your inner muscles, drawing out a grunt and a hard spank as you clench around him, loving the stinging.

"Keep squeezing me like that, Sweetheart." he praises through clenched teeth, gritting down, trying to hold himself together. His gravelly voice, left you near euphoria. The way you can have his attention entirely without even moving an inch. You were his sweet darling little girlfriend, who was so obedient and adorable, turns him on beyond belief.

You begin to see white, lost in pure ecstasy as your orgasm rips through you.

Your juices coat his length, as your trembling body. The sheets beneath you are soaked, with your orgasm as he slams into you, the merciless rhythm drawing every last ounce of pleasure through you both.

"SUKUUU! NAAA—" you screamed, his name muffled by the pillow as your body convulses with the intensity of your release.

The sound of your screams echoes in Sukuna's head as his cock twitches, your body pulsing and spasming around him with a vice-like grip as he began to reach his own climax.

"Such. A. Good. Fuckin'. Girl. Fuckk," he panted, punctuating each word with a rough, animalistic thrust.

He had one hand gripping your wrist binding them behind your back and the other in your hip with bruising strength while driving his cock repeatedly into your used, tender pussy.

You trembled, drenched with sweat and tears streaming down your face, unable to move, eyes rolled back.

Your whimper broke through the silence, "Yes, cum inside me more. Cum deep inside my pussy, Sukuna."

He stares down at you in surprise and then gives a wolfish grin.

Your words and insides were the trigger. Sukuna lifted your hips for better access, and started to thrust like an animal, you attempting to meet his hips half-way, making him let out a satisfied grunt. His cock twitched violently as he groaned pure ecstasy, pulling your hips flush against his.  His hot spurts, coating your walls white, each pulse of his cum sending aftershocks through your trembling body, the sensation overwhelming the both of you.

You cried, moaning Sukuna's name repeatedly, panting with labored breaths as he continued his rapid thrusting. "Fuck." He said breathlessly, feeling his load pumping through his shaft, shooting into you.

He pressed you down, keeping his hips snugly against you as he filled you with every last drop. His moan is rough, throaty, and oh-so-satisfied.

"Haaaaaa.. ah-Yes.. just like that," you moaned, feeling his warmth filling you completely. You struggled to form any intelligible words as the familiar sensation of pure euphoria washed over you. "Su-kkuuuuuu~."

Sukuna buried his face in the curve of your neck, his hot breath igniting your skin. He pounded into you relentlessly, riding each wave of his orgasm until he emptied every last ounce. His chest heaved against your back, his strong frame pressing into you.

His heavy body shifts slightly, giving you just enough space to breathe as he curses softly against your cheek.

"Goddamn, woman..." he groaned, rolling his hips one last time before he slowly eased his length out of you. A soft sticky slurp sound could be heard, followed by a heavy sigh, his chest rising and falling as he withdrew from you and rolls beside you. His hand rests over his chest, eyes locked on you as you laid beside him, panting and just as dazed. His dick still twitching from sensitivity after the vigorous pounding.

Your body feels like it's floating, the heat radiating from every inch of sweat-slicked skin. You're trembling, lost in the aftermath, eyes half-closed as you struggle to regain control of your breath.

"Ohhh God," you exhaled, a soft cry escaping as you cover your face, hiding the stray tears slipping free. The aftershocks pulse through you, leaving your limbs weak and your body utterly spent.

Sukuna's gaze softens, as he reached over, gently brushing over your damp cheek. "Too much?" he asked, his gruff tone softening laced with concern, guilt flickering behind his crimson eyes.

You smiled weakly, "Nooo... not in a bad way, anyway," you whispered, reassuring him. "It was intense. And amazing... just, a lot."

Relief melts over his face, a smile tugging at his lips as he leans in, brushing his nose against yours then placing a small peak on your lips. You let out a soft laugh, emotions spilling over, overwhelmed by the intensity. "God, what did you do to me?" you voice trembled as your chest heaved, the mix of happiness, adrenaline, and blissful exhaustion hitting like a wave.

His low hum of satisfaction fills the quiet, contentment radiating from him as his hand trails over your cheek. You meet his gaze, a soft, genuine smile spreading between you, unspoken words exchanged in the look. It's a moment where nothing needs to be said—where the depth of feeling goes beyond words.

He tensed, brows knitting with concern as his gaze swept over your body, lingering on each bruise and mark."Shit. I've really been going overboard..."

"N-no!" you insisted. "I don't mind. I-I really do enjoy this, and I want more. It's fine, I promise." Your body still feels weak, like liquid, barely able to function. The emotional side-effects have started kicking in, your mind completely submerged, blissful and warm.

He can't help but admire how fucked out and high you look, lips parted, eyelids half-closed, cheeks completely flushed. The blissful afterglow only enhances your beauty, bringing a gentle smile to his lips.

After taking a couple of deep, calming breaths, you prop yourself up against the pillows, chest still rising and falling with the weight of it all as your heart beat loudly.

"Whew," a soft giggle bubbled up and spilled from you, still high off the intensity, making him smile.

"Mmmmn," you gave a hummed and your body slightly shook, breathing still labored, finally starting to gain some normal function. "Honestly, I don't think you've made your point yet, Suki-poo? I might need some more convincing." you smiled lazily, as your hand rubbed his chest.

Sukuna snorted and glanced at you sideways. You met his look with a raised eyebrow, amused, your face flushed. The way he holds your gaze sends a fresh rush of heat flooding through you. His crimson eyes are deep with affection, reflecting the same thing in your own as he smiled.

Sukuna bit his bottom lip, shaking his head, admiring your adorable reaction as you smiled coyly at him, "Fuck me," he grunted.

He ran a hand over his face and rested back onto the mattress, eyes turning up towards the ceiling, breathing slowly, then sighed and reached for you. "You're trouble, ya know?" He snorted, exasperated by how crazy you're driving him.

Your huffed giggles broke through, "But I'm your trouble, hmmm? Just admit you love~ me, Suki-poo. Being a couple's not so bad, right?" you teased him.

The tiniest hint of pink spread over his cheeks, his hands immediately moved to cover the evidence, feigning annoyance, letting out a frustrated sigh. "Can't say that I do." he huffed, feigning disinterest, avoiding your gaze with a chuckle.

You grinned, leaning closer, your tone playful yet daring. "Be nice, Sukuna or I'll find someone else's dick to play with."

The shift in his demeanor was instant. His hand caught your wrist, grip firm, eyes narrowing as they locked onto yours, a sharpness that made your heart skip.

"The hell did you just say, sweetheart?" His voice dropped, low and dangerous, the calm mask slipping away. "Wanna repeat that?" The glare he fixed on you was enough to freeze anyone else in their tracks, but you only blinked innocently.

"Nope," you said, your voice light and teasing. You leaned in, brushing your lips against his in a soft kiss that was both an apology and a taunt. Pulling back you meet his heated gaze with a knowing smirk.

His eyebrow rose, and the irritated, annoyed look on his face made you giggle. "Suku..." you whined, softening your tone as you flashed him your best puppy-dog eyes. "I'm sorry, it was just a joke, okay?" You tilted your head, leaning in closer. "Jealous, are we?" you teased, a pout tugging at your lips.

"I'm not jealous," he grumbled, rolling his eyes in an unconvincing attempt to mask his flustered state.

"You're cute when you lie," you cooed, your lips your smile wicked as you leaned in for another kiss. This time, you didn't let up, savoring the moment his body melted beneath your touch. His grip on your wrist slackened, his resistance fading entirely as your kiss deepened.

When he finally pulled back, his breathing was uneven, his expression softer. A small, almost begrudging smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "I fucking hate you sometimes," he muttered, though his tone lacked any real bite.

You grinned triumphantly, tilting your head with a knowing look. "Hmph. Maybe," you teased, "but you love me more~." happily, batting your eyelashes with an angelic smile. Your playful confidence radiating in full force.

Giving him a kissy face, then added an impish smile, "And you always will~. For infinity."

That earns you an affectionate look, his crimson eyes softening before his large palm covered your face to hide your expression, to which you let out a light giggle before covering his face with your smaller hand.

You stayed that way for a few moments, gazing at one another like lovesick idiots, before he gently pushes your hand away.

He let a reluctant sigh, then hummed, breaking the silence by pressing a kiss to your shoulder. His lips lingered there for a moment before he murmured, "I'll be right back." His warmth slipping away as he carefully climbed out of bed.

You pouted, clutching the comforter closer as you watched him walk toward the door. "Where're you going, baby?" you asked, your voice soft curiosity and lazy linger of affection.

"Just grabbing a smoke, Sweetheart," he answered, turning back with a tender look, unable to resist your cuteness.

"Can you bring me a tissue and water while you're up? Please and thank you," you mumbled.

Without a word, he stepped out the room, leaving the door slightly ajar as he disappears into the hall.

A soft smile drifts over your face, contentment settling in your chest. Sukuna brings you a happiness no one else ever has, filling you in ways you never thought possible.

The smell of nicotine fills the room when he returns, but the way he looks with the stick between his lips, brings a grin to your face. He saunters in like a satisfied king, butt ass naked with a bottle of water tucked underneath his arm and a warm towel in one hand. He hands you the items, and you quickly accept, opening the bottle to take a generous sip before sitting it on the nightstand. He puffs the cigarette with an indulgent drag and releases a slow, long exhale, savoring each bit of smoke with his eyes closed, clearly enjoying it.

It was like a calming ritual seems to settle him, his broad back turned toward you, muscles shifting as he takes another long inhale, savoring the quiet moment, still wrapped in the intimacy of the night.

By the window, Sukuna's crimson eyes stared out into the quiet night, with his usual stoic expression. A soft distant expression on his features. His naked, big and muscular figure exudes strength. You could make out all the scratches you left on his back. You blushed lightly and looked down at your lap, guiltily biting your lip.

"You know," you teased, patting the spot beside you with a grin, "you'd make the perfect little spoon."

With a snort, a puff of smoke escapes. "Nice try, Woman. Hell no." Sukuna's eyes narrowed as he sat on the edge of the bed, elbows resting on his thighs. You watched him, lying sideways on the pillow as he ran a hand through his tousled hair.

From the corner of his eye, he caught you staring. "...what?" he mumbled, cigarette dangling, one brow raised.

"Nothing," you said sheepishly, watching the orange embers of his cigarette glow as he tapped the ashes onto the floor. "You just... look good when you're like this. Angry, broody, all smokey and intense." Your voice softened as a blush crept up your cheeks. "Kinda love it."

His scarlet eyes flicked toward you, a devilish smirk tugging at his lips. "Tch... are you flirting with me, Princess?" he teased, raising a brow. The low rasp of his voice sent a shiver down your spine. "What you tryna get into?"

You groaned inwardly. Damn him for looking like a goddamn snack. Even half-disheveled and in full grumpy mode.

"Nothing," you shot back, your grin playful. "Just admiring. But seriously, your stamina's no joke. If my coochie didn't need a break, I might let you" You bit your lip as you looked away.

He paused, the teasing fading into an almost serious expression. Taking a long drag, he exhaled slowly, letting the smoke curl around his lips. "Really, now? Keep it up, woman...and your pussy won't get any rest." His voice was laced with amusement as his eyes gleamed with smug satisfaction.

"Okay, okay. Truce! Don't get cocky," you warned, sticking your tongue out, though your cheeks were still flushed.

A slow smirk curled at the corners of his mouth, amusement flickering in his gaze. After a few more drags, he crushed the cigarette, letting the final cloud of smoke drift lazily from his lips and nostrils, exhaling with a deep, relaxed sigh.

You took your chance, crawling up behind him you slid your arms around his shoulders, pressing soft kisses along his back and up to his neck, coaxing him to lie down. Your lips grazed his neck as you whispered softly, "C'mon... Daddy."

A low grunt escaped him. "Princess... you're supposed to be the little spoon," he muttered, though he didn't move.

"Please, Daddy?" you pouted, burying your head between his shoulder blades. His cock twitched as your naked form pressed flush against him, the warmth of your bare skin filling him with warmth.

He suppressed a shiver and closed his eyes, relishing your soft touches as he buried the feelings down. His muscles twitched with the effort. A faint blush colors his face as he's enveloped in your sweet, comforting scent. "Why are you like this?" He growled, struggling to hold onto the last dregs of his resistance.

"Like what?" you murmured innocently, brushing your lips along the edge of his jaw. "You mean cute? Sexy? Well, I do try, you know?"

"Fucking smartass," he snorted, though his tone lacked any real irritation.

"Don't be a baby," you teased, pressing another kiss to his cheek. Making him give you a half-hearted glare, mumbling under his breath but lying back nonetheless.

"If anyone else tried half the shit you do, they'd be dead by now," he grumbled, but his tone softened just enough to make you smile.

You just shrugged, a knowing smile lighting up your face. "Maybe." You shrugged, pressing your lips to his jaw again. "Or maybe... you're just a marshmallow on the inside."

"Listen, baby—"

"Shhhh..." You pressed a finger to his lips, flashing him your puppy-dog look. "Please?"

He sighed, long and dramatic, before dropping his head onto the pillow.

"You'll love it," you teased, settling beside him, poking his cheek playfully. He closes his eyes, shaking his head, but you can see the faintest hint of warmth breaking through his usual scowl.
Sukuna had to admit that no woman had ever made him feel this way before. Without even realizing it, you had stolen a huge chunk of his heart.

"Fuckin' woman..." Sukuna mumbled into the pillow.

A chuckle escapes you as you wrap yourself around him, throwing the blanket over both of you. You pressed your face against his broad, muscled back, playing the role of the bigger spoon as you clung to him like a koala. His warmth, the feel of his skin—it all makes your heart race. You're fully captivated, feeling both a sense of security and happiness. A pleased sigh leaves your lips. His bare back and muscular shoulders are such a treat. He lets out a tiny grunt, muttering something inaudible into the pillow.

"You're such a big, handsome marshmallow," you teased, kissing his shoulder.

"Tch. Marshmallow, my ass," he grumbled, but his muscles softened as you nuzzled closer, his resistance melting like one. He reluctantly settled in, clearly surrendering to your embrace.

You begin to place light kisses along his shoulders, your lips trailing softly over his skin. "Hmm," letting your voice drop to a whisper. "You're totally a teddy bear."

He huffed, reluctantly letting himself relax a little. You sighed softly as the exhaustion hits, completely sated and comfy as you nestle closer to him.

"Mm. Hmph," he grumbles in response, tone low and gruff. But the way he sinks into your touch, his tension easing, tells you everything.

Exhaustion settled over you as you nestled against him, a peaceful silence stretching between you. Until you felt movement from him, you cracked your eyes open slightly.

Sukuna reached for his phone, which he now held above his shoulder, fingers tapping away on the screen.

"What are you doing?" you mumbled, lifting your head just a bit, eyes squinting in sleepy curiosity as you see a brief flash.

He didn't respond, smirking, as he scrolled through his photos before angling the phone toward you to snap another.

"Wh—" you let out a tiny squeak, flushed with shock. "Oh hell no, you aren't seriously doing what I think you're doing?"

A smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

"Who, me?" He shot you a sidelong glance, feigning innocence. "I haven't done shit, Princess." His wide, smug smile spread further, practically glowing with satisfaction.

"You did! Delete that!" you exclaimed, lunging for his phone. Sukuna smirked, effortlessly holding it out of your reach.

"Relax, Princess. You took plenty of me earlier. Fair's fair."

"You were clothed! And It was selfies with both of us." you protested, glaring up at him.

"And now I've got you in your natural state," he replied, his grin deepening. "Beautiful."

"Don't even think about making it my contact photo, you fiend!" you huffed, crossing your arms.

Ignoring your protests, Sukuna's fingers moved quickly over his phone, the gleam in his eyes almost wicked. A moment later, he turned the screen toward you, revealing his new wallpaper—a candid shot of you, messy-haired and half-asleep, your boobs pressed against his shoulder. "Perfect," he muttered smugly. "My woman in her natural habitat."

"Seriously? Naked? Ugh," you groaned, burying your face in his shoulder.

Sukuna was entirely unfazed, his expression the picture of contentment. "Told you—you've got a bomb-ass body and a gorgeous face. Can't blame a guy. I should make this you contact too."

"Sukunaaaaaa," you groaned, cheeks flaming red as his low, rumbling laugh vibrated through his chest. "I look awful! Delete it," you huffed, grabbing a pillow and swinging it at him, though your pout only made him laugh harder.

"Sukuna, what if someone sees it?! And it's not fair—I don't have any of you like that!" you argued, crossing your arms in a mock pout.

"I mean, you can take some, I'm not shy in case you hadn't noticed, woman." he teased, leaning back lazily, "or maybe we can make a video of you screaming my name instead. Then we're even, we'll both have something, yeah? I don't mind recording, so I can get all the angles I want," His smirk widened at the way your jaw dropped.

"You wouldn't dare," you gasped, lifting your head to meet his teasing gaze.

He chuckled darkly, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Wanna bet? Think about it, Princess—something for me to watch when I'm not with you." His voice dropped, low and rich, making your heart skip a beat.

Your mouth opened, but no words came out as your mind raced at the implication.

The thought of him using pictures or videos of you to jerk off sent a rush of heat to your cheeks. You whined, burying your face in his chest with a muffled, "I hate you."

His chest shook with a laugh, his deep voice rumbling through you. "Sooo," he dragged the word, taunting you, "if not a sex tape, how about FaceTime? Fair trade?"

You lifted your head, shooting him an unimpressed pout. "Is this your way of turning me into your personal porn collection?" you shot back, earning a wicked grin.

"Pretty much," he replied shamelessly, "but I'd rather watch you than some random ass porn star, so be grateful."

"You dirty fuck," you muttered, mock outrage laced with laughter. "I thought you hated jerking off!"

"I do," he replied, his voice a low drawl, "but you've made it a necessity. Got me addicted, Princess." His dark chuckle sent a shiver racing through you. "And I'm a loyal man... with a big appetite. You can't have me staving out here."

"Fine...FaceTime. But no sex tapes—," you said, cheeks burning. "Maybe... If you're really really really really good, Suki-Poo, then maybe someday..." you bit your bottom lip in consideration, not able to help but consider what the future would bring. "I'll consider it."

"Good enough for me—for now," he murmured, voice softening just enough to let you catch a glimpse of his seriousness beneath the teasing.

"You're a menace," you whispered, shuddering at the possibilities. You collapsed onto the pillows with a defeated sigh, pressing your lips against his broad shoulder.

"Barely," Sukuna rasped. "But you know what you signed up for with me... so don't act so surprised, Princess." He wasn't wrong. From the beginning, you knew exactly what you were getting yourself into, and you had accepted it. Still, you couldn't help the way his forwardness caught you off-guard, nor the way it made you flush.

After a beat of silence, you let out a giggle, poking him in the back playfully. "Jerk,"you muttered, poking his back. "Always scheming, always ten steps ahead. You know, you're the kind of perv that should come with a warning label." You shot him a mock glare, but the corners of your lips betrayed you, tugging upward.

"And, you're the one dating me, Princess," he scoffed.

"Yeah, I am. What's your point?" you shot back with a soft smile.

"Nothing—just giving you a reminder of the choice you've made." He shrugged, turning over and with one arm to scoop you against his broad frame, pulling you close and making you the little spoon.

"Goddamnit, Sukuna. I was supposed to be the big spoon this time," you whined, nudging him with playful frustration.

He scoffed, tugging you tighter against him. "Like hell," he growled, his rough voice softening as his hands wandered lazily, fingers tracing your waist before finding their way higher. His rough hands cupped your breast, beginning to kneading them gently.

"Damn it. That's not fair," you whined, squirming as he toyed with you. Sukuna's chuckle rumbled low in his chest.

"Perfect," he murmured, his grip tightening just enough to make you shiver, held captive in his grasp.

"Sukunaaaaaaa." you whimpered.

You weren't thrilled about the cuddling arrangement, but his massive arm pinned you down, heat flushing through you. Every wiggle only made him pull you tighter against him until your whole backside was flush to him. His strong arms kept you trapped, his groping never letting up.

"Goddamnit," you cursed in exasperation, breathless. The tension between you softened as you shot him a pouty glare, your voice teasing. "Evil marshmallow man!"

"Tell me how you really feel," Sukuna's low laugh vibrated against your neck before he pressed a lingering kiss to your skin. His warm breath made you shiver as you fought back a moan. The grin on his face said it all—he was in control, and he loved it.

He tugged the blanket up over you both, a satisfied sigh escaped him.

A small noise of defeat slipped out. "I can't move." You pouted but made no effort to resist. His arms felt warm and comforting around your stomach, and, as always, you were on cloud nine when he held you close, his presence wrapping around you like a protective shield.

"Good. It's better that way," he rumbled, his deep baritone reverberating through his chest. A smirk played across his lips, kissing the back of your shoulder.

"Yeah, yeah. You win. Don't let it go to your head, though."

"Too late—already did."

You playfully hit him, letting out an exasperated giggle as he tighten his grip in return.

For a while there was silence, as neither of you spoke.

You made a soft noise of approval, as his hands lazily wander all over your body, caressing each and every curve. Despite all the fuss, he was incredibly gentle. His breath warming the back of your neck as he murmured,"Did you really have fun today?"

The question caught you off guard, especially the hint of vulnerability in his voice.

"Huh?" you murmured, starting to drift a bit.

"The beach," he asked softly, his tone barely audible. He shifted so his chin was perched on your shoulder, crimson eyes studying you. There was a deep well of feeling behind the question, one you could sense right beneath the surface, waiting.

You smiled in contentment, his strong arms holding you close.

"Yeah, I loved every second of it," you replied softly, your smile growing at the memory. "It was perfect." You shifted slightly to glance back at him, catching the faintest flicker of relief in his expression. "Thank you, Sukuna."

With that, Sukuna closed his eyes and buried his nose into the nape of your neck, sighing contently. You sensed the warmth behind his touch, his thoughts on full display. You'd seen this side of him many times, his real self coming through despite his strong will. His love for you radiates throughout him, filling every part of him as a low sigh escapes him.

You felt him smile into the nape of your neck as he mumbled something under his breath. At that moment, your heart couldn't be happier. Sukuna fell quiet, his face buried against your neck, breathing in your scent like it was his only solace in the world. You laid there contently, feeling his body relax, his hold around you loosened, his breathing slowed, each exhale softer and steadier than the last. You felt his body grow heavier against you, his usual tension replaced by a rare, unguarded calm. Before long, soft snores escaped him, and began to fill the room.

He looked genuinely at ease, stripped of his usual harshness. Knowing you'd been the one to bring him this comfort filled you with a deep sense of warmth. Watching him so relaxed, his expression softened, made your chest ache with emotion.

In his arms, everything made sense—he was the missing piece you hadn't realized you'd been searching for. His heartbeat echoed against your ear, grounding you in a moment you wished could last forever.

Even with his stern demeanor, his hidden joy was unmistakable. In the way he kept you close, teased you endlessly, or held you with those warm, steady hands—each gesture spoke volumes. He show you affection in his way, and it was perfect.

Settling into the warmth of his chest, you let yourself be soothed by his heartbeat. And if only for tonight, you let yourself believe this peace could last forever.

With a sigh, you closed your eyes, lulled by his gentle snores. By the end of the night, you both fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms, content and at peace. For now, everything felt right, and you couldn't help but hope that the remaining days at the safehouse would be just like this. You and Sukuna... together in pure bliss.

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The last few days flew by as you both lost yourselves in each other, every moment with laughter, intimacy, and banter. Between cooking and sex you often just talked, sometimes about nonsense, other times serious matters. His warm presence made even the most mundane tasks enjoyable. And though neither of you vocalized the emotions or confessions brewing inside of you, but the way his crimson orbs lingered and glowed around you made it painfully clear that you weren't the only one head over heels.

This was exactly how it would be once you're reunited with the outside world—one helluva couple, full of fun and endless chemistry.

But at long last, the final day arrived. After another session of passion, you lay in each other's warmth, savoring the afterglow. His grin widened at the sound of your soft giggles as you kissed his handsome face. Sukuna, smitten and utterly whipped, couldn't stop himself from basking in the moment, even if he'd never admit it.

After the intimacy, the two of you had a full blown making out. You stroke his cock to appease him if only for a moment while whispering a series of naughty, downright sinful things in your ear.

You blushed at his erotic fantasies. He was so damn handsome like that, making him even more attractive and desirable. And the attention he was giving you—a girl could get addicted.
Sukuna hovered above you, lowering his head to kiss your breasts. He was overworking you and pushing his luck, yet you allowed him to indulge in whatever he wanted.

A sigh escaping as you laid there mostly limp, "I hate you," your voice was soft, gentle, tired, yet a giggle escaped.

"Hmn?" he grinned like the devil he was.

"Yup, I really, reeeeaally do hate you!" you huffed out, feeling sore, especially down there, and tried moving a little. "You're turning me into jelly... I don't think I'll be able to walk," you murmured, soft and spent, a laugh escaping.

His smug, handsome face twisted into an arrogant grin. "Sounds like a 'you' problem, sweetheart."

"God, you're the worst," you groaned. Sukuna chuckled in reply.

"True," he murmured, voice low and teasing. "But you love this just as much as I do." He sat up, his grin mischievous. "Speaking of... ready for another round? Because I am." His hand slid up to caress your breast.

"Sukuna nooo~," you weakly protested, with another tired whine. "Have mercy on my pussy..." you giggled out.

"Gotta make this time count,babe."He smirked, mischievous, he spread your legs open with his thighs and hovering over you, his gaze dropping to his cock, hard and eager to make you his for the second time today.

Just as he was about to enter you, the ringing of his phone shattered the moment. Sukuna froze, his jaw clenching as a low growl escaped him. "Tch. Every fuckin' time."His eyes flicked to the glowing screen with visible irritation, but he didn't move away. Instead, he teasingly pressed of his tip against your clit sent another wave of heat through you, as stifled a moan.

With an annoyed sigh, he answered the call, his voice clipped. "Yeah?" His free hand stroked his cock lazily, his gaze locked onto yours. Even with the call, his teasing never faltered, the press of his tip against you making your breath hitch.

You squirmed beneath him, pressing the pillow over your face to stifle your moans. His teasing touch and heated gaze made your body tremble. Sukuna's smirk deepened at your muffled whimpers, never breaking eye contact as he spoke into the phone.

He reached for the pillow, tossing it aside. "I want to see you," he mouthed, voice dripping with command. His crimson gaze pinned you in place as his tip pressed against your heat, teasing you to the edge.

Your weak protest was cut short as he snapped his hips forward, a sharp gasp catching in your throat. His hand covered your mouth, muffling your cries while his eyes gleamed with wicked satisfaction.

"Mn," he huffed, listening to the person on the other end of the call. The slight twitch of his cock inside you gave away his enjoyment, even as he maintained his composed façade. You couldn't stop your body from reacting, your back arching under the pressure of his unrelenting rhythm.

His hand muffled your cries as his hips moved deliberately, "Not so loud," he mouthed, crimson eyes gleaming. You could only glare weakly at him, as devilish grin curling his lips.

"Damn," he cursed under his breath, his voice breathless despite the call. His eyes roamed over your flushed body as you toyed with your clit, unable to help yourself. That small act spurred him on, his hips slamming into yours with greater intensity.

He slid two fingers into your mouth, and you instinctively sucked on them, drawing out a low growl from him.

"Sorry, what was that," Sukuna murmured into the phone, his voice calm and collected, even as his hips moved with unrelenting precision, leaving you breathless.

Your hot, sweet juices flowed over him, and he cursed softly under his breath, his cock twitching in response. His fingers slipped from your mouth, trailing down to your breasts before he glanced at the clock on the wall.

"Yeah. Alright. We'll be ready," he said in his dark baritone, irritation evident as he wrapped up the call. He clicked the phone off with a sigh, his movements slowing as he reluctantly pulled out of you. A deep groan left his lips as he gripped his cock, still hard and twitching at the loss of your heat.

"Wait, what happened?" you protested, reaching for him, your voice breathless and filled with disbelief.

His face showed equal disappointment as he adjusted his posture, leaning back slightly. "Time to shower," he muttered. "The helicopter will be here in a couple of hours. We need to pack up and get ready to go home." His lips pressed into a thin line, the words seeming heavier than he intended.

"Wait... what?" you murmured, your excitement replaced by a pang of sadness. The slight drop in your voice didn't go unnoticed. His chest tightened, at seeing the joy and happiness disappear from your features.

'Home.' The word ached quietly, reminding you nowhere else felt as warm and safe as this—wrapped in him.

Your heart clenched as you met his gaze, the slight frown on his face mirroring your own.

"..."

His half-lidded eyes shimmered ever-so-slightly, as his gaze lingered on yours, before flicking briefly to your lips, yet he didn't say anything. His mouth formed a line, but he didn't utter another word. You were quite aware of his inner battle with thoughts.

Your fingertips brushed over his arms gently.

It was the first moment he looked tense, hesitant, troubled. There was a stagnant pause, a crack in the strong, confident demeanor that showed a slight struggle internally. His lips curled up a bit, trying to hide the anxiety that was probably gnawing at his core. You gave him a reassuring smile.

"... Let's get you cleaned up" Sukuna voice cracked slightly he cleared his throat, standing from the bed and turning his head away from you slightly, reaching a hand out.

For a moment, sadness flickered before his stoic mask returned. This was Sukuna—the man who didn't feel, or at least refused to show it. You eyed his hands and look up to his shoulders, glancing at his face that was still slightly facing away.

Letting his walls crumble, piece by piece—it must've been tough for someone like Sukuna, strong and untouchable. Yet he let you in, offering a vulnerability he rarely shared. It was something special, and you didn't take it for granted. And the fact he's chosen to give it all to you— made it so much more. He trusted you so much.

Your smile faltered as your gaze dropped. The thought of pretending nothing happened between you—of this being your last day alone together—left a quiet ache in your chest.

You didn't look him the eye, and kept your head lowered, focused on his fingers, avoiding his gaze.

You managed a small, broken whisper. "Y-Yeah... going home sounds... nice." The words felt wrong, your sadness too heavy to hide.

His brows furrowed at your response, and his thumb brushed over the back of your hand, eyes softening slightly. His hand slipped to lift your face, and he held your gaze as a single tear slipped down your cheek.

It was the last day of your perfect week—your haven of pure bliss. After this, discretion and distance awaited. It would be hard, after especially after Sukuna had allowed you to peek into his heart and even his soul. And you in turn had done the same.

And yet, you have no idea how much time would pass before you'd be able to do this again. Not to mention his demanding life and work for him is sometimes dangerous. All of the moments you had together rushed in your mind.

Sukuna's stoic expression betrayed nothing, but his silence spoke volumes.

"Princess..." His voice broke through your thoughts, low and steady. He pulled you close, wrapping you in his warmth.

Your body shook as soft cries escaped you, your face pressed against his chest. His heartbeat in your ear was the only thing that calmed your nerves.

His embrace was steady and warm, his chin resting gently atop your head as his hand stroked your back in slow, soothing motions.

"Shhh..." he whispered. He gently caressed the back of your head. "You know, you'll still mine, even after leaving this place—nothing changes that," he murmured quietly.

"Yeah," your voice cracked and you let out  a small sigh and gave a quick laugh, sniffling.
It made him hold you tighter and breathe a deep sigh himself. You're trembling. Tears pooled at his chest, warm against his bare skin, his muscles tightened under your cheek.

Sukuna had also grown awfully quiet. A minute ticked by, maybe more, and there was nothing but silence and tears.

He lifted your face. A stern look appears and he reached to wipe a tear away with his thumb. You struggled to hold back, but still cried anyway.

He runs fingers along your back soothingly.

It only took a few seconds before your eyes welled up with even more tears. "I'll miss you still," you murmured quietly, and you cuddled closer.

"Mm." The sound he made was barely audible, as he tightened his arms around you. You let out a small cry.

The two of you cuddle for some time. The contact and warmth from his body made you feel more than comfortable. Eventually, he peels his frame away. You met his crimson eyes. They were full of emotions he rarely ever shared or showed to anyone. You gave him a sheepish smile.

"This isn't the end, princess," he murmured, his voice rough but quieter than usual. His gaze held yours, steady yet conflicted. "Come on."

"Are you gonna shower with me?" You said timidly.

"Not this time sweetheart, I gotta handle something," his expression softened a bit, and added, "Get your cute ass in the shower." He grumbled, as he threw on a pair of sweats. You nodded and understood.

"Kay," you murmured softly, heading into the bathroom. In the bathroom, you washed your body. As you stepped in the shower, your thoughts kept drifting. Your hand grazes the tender red marks along your neck, breast, and inner thighs. It was the little lovemarks he had left behind.

You enjoyed those moments.

Every night for the past couple days you slept soundly, because of him. This place felt like a paradise—a haven where he made you feel safe, special, and utterly cherished. Sukuna had become a necessity.

Would you see him sooner than later?

The warm water rained down, but it couldn't wash away the nagging doubt creeping into your chest. Being apart from Sukuna felt impossible now even though the reality and consequences of a future with Sukuna would be difficult to navigate. And you were more than willing to figure it out.

Sukuna leaned against the doorframe of the back door, cigarette in hand, staring at the horizon as his thoughts betrayed him. Love hadn't been part of the plan, yet here he was, his heart tethered to you in ways he couldn't ignore.

He took a few steps away from the door, dialing a number on his phone. His gaze drifted to the clear sky as he flicked ash from his cigarette, a trail of gray smoke swirling above. His red eyes focus on nothing in particular, as if his mind is far away in thought.

"Uraume." His voice came out low, unusually monotone.

The phone picked up on the other side.

"I'll be leaving soon. Have someone pick up the rest of Ms.Y/N's things and items." He flicked off more ash. He remains still.

"Anything else?" came as a response from the other side.

He thought for a moment. "No. It's just a clean-up"

There's a brief momentary pause.

"Should I contact anyone to pick you up?"

"No," he took one last inhale, blew the smoke out in one long trail, and then tossed the butt end on the ground. He snuffs it out and walks inside to the kitchen, "I already had someone on it... Just the clean-up."

"I see" they replied.

Sukuna cleared his throat, the sound breaking the quiet around him. He hesitated, as if about to speak, but no words came. Instead, he sighed deeply, his shoulders dropped under the weight of unspoken thoughts. Slowly, he hung his head, letting the silence stretch.

He'd miss the peace you brought—the way your scent lingered as you pressed into his side, calming him in ways he'd never known.

He'd miss your off-key singing and those dumb little dances you stopped and giggle bashfully the moment you realized he was watching. Or the way you clung to him at night like he was your personal body pillow.

Missing you wasn't a choice; it was inevitable.

Even the way you hogged all the blankets, leaving him cold, only to find you snuggled deep in the covers. And despite your size, you managed to sprawl across the bed, forcing him to pull you into his warmth—not that you complained.

But it wasn't just that. You'd given him things he never thought he deserved—comfort, light, joy. Shit he used to laugh at. And now? He'd kill to keep it.

You made even the mundane task—feel like something special. With you was like a home he never thought he'd have. The way your eyes lit up when you saw him enter a room, the little pout you gave when you didn't get your way, and those manipulative puppy-dog eyes that always worked on him, no matter how stubborn he tried to be.

And the sex... god, the sex. It had him craving you like a drug. It was the way you gave yourself to him fully, without fear or hesitation. The way you looked at him like he was everything you'd ever wanted, even when he didn't think he deserved it. You'd undone him in ways no one else ever could. The sounds you made, the way your body fit perfectly against his, how you always demanded more of him—it was intoxicating. He was addicted to every part of you, body and soul.

Fuck, you had him by his goddamn balls, and the worst part? He didn't want you to let go.

"Hello?" Uraume's voice cut through the silence, snapping him back to reality.

"What?" Sukuna growled, clearing his throat as if shaking off a daze.

"May I say something?"

He exhaled sharply, leaning against the counter. "I'm listening."

"I may be presumptuous," Uraume began cautiously, "but during this call... your voice—it sounded different. Is everything alright?"

Sukuna tensed, his posture rigid. A flicker of irritation flashed across his face, but it wasn't directed at Uraume. "That's not relevant," he replied sharply, his tone clipped. "Everything's fine."

"Alright then," Uraume responded quietly, though their tone held a note of skepticism. After a pause, they added, "Your next job starts in a few days. I'll send over the details once this client is officially signed off."

"Perfect" he responds a bit aggressively. "No problem," he said with a hint of annoyance.

'Take care." They stated flatly, and Sukuna ends the call.

His head drooped, hands rubbing over his face as a frustrated, guilty groan escaped. He had hoped for more time before his next job. He was planning to lay over and try to meet up with you when you had time. He slammed his fist down the on the counter. Sukuna closed his eyes, rubbing his temples, as he slumped forward against the counter resting his head into his hands. His body felt oddly weak.

His mind raced and mulled over the issue at hand. Sukuna remained composed, knowing he'd soon return to his usual life, pretending the closeness and love didn't happen. It hurt to leave you. Yet, he knew what this was when it started. He couldn't shake those feelings.

He heard the faint sound of drawers or a door being slammed upstairs—as you moved about the room. With a deep breath, he pushed himself off the counter and made his way up.

He found you slipping into a small sundress as you sorted through clothes from the closet. You looked upset, he watched you pull on a cardigan, likely to cover the marks he left.

With your back to him, you hadn't noticed his presence as you began folding clothes, sighing in quiet sadness. Sukuna felt a twist in his chest, watching you lost in thought.

Sukuna found himself doing his signature smirk as he made the move and snuck behind you.
He slowly approached, then wrapped his big, strong, tattooed arms around you and embraced you, pulling you into him from behind.

You yelped, placing a hand over your chest from being startled. Sukuna's husky laugh fills the air, as you realize he startled you on purpose.

"Sukuna stop sneaking up on me and scaring me!" You pouted, your cheeks puffed in a slight frown, and you turned to meet his amused, smirk-filled face. You squinted your eyes and hit his shoulder.

He chuckles a little and nuzzled into your neck affectionately. You let out a soft sigh as his arms squeezed you, bringing your body closer into a tender hug from behind. "You good, sweetheart?" he whispered in your ear.

"Mmmh..." you exhaled, releasing the built-up tension and leaning into his chest with an acknowledging hum. Your eyes slip closed. A tiny frown was present, your shoulders shrug slightly. You were feeling a tad pessimistic. "I'm fine," you quietly responded, trying to pull it together. "I'm almost done," you murmured with a sigh. Your voice remained quiet.

Your cheeks blushed and you smiled slightly.
"...alright," he mumbled quietly, "I'm gonna get cleaned up," Sukuna whispered and kissed the back of your head and took off.

You continued rummaging through, checking over your stuff, putting everything in order to keep yourself distracted.

While Sukuna showered and you found yourself going through the selfies you took with Sukuna over the past few days. You laughed quietly, seeing all your silly poses. You stopped on picture you had snapped yesterday morning—his strong chest, arm slung lazily across the pillow, and you, curled up next to him, nestled up against his side, gazing up at him, face glowing with happiness as you placed a kiss on his cheek. His soft pink hair tousled and messy as he looked half-asleep, obviously annoyed as he shot a subtle glare in the direction of the camera—His eyes looked intense and grumpy as fuck.

God, did you looked so in love.

But lately Sukuna looked at you the same way. His expression hadn't overtly, still full of his usual cockiness and smugness but beneath that, you saw something else... You couldn't tell what it was, you couldn't pinpoint his specific feelings, or whatever that gaze could mean... He loved you though, right? You hoped that's how he feels.

Sukuna emerged from the shower, drying his hair with a towel draped over his neck. His black shirt clung to his muscled frame, paired with tactical pants and combat boots. The gun holsters on his hips completed his rugged, commanding look, leaving your heart racing. Damn, he's so fine, you thought.

He strode over to where you lounged on the bed, tossing the towel aside as he knelt between your legs, his large hands gripping your hips with a firm but gentle hold. Heat blossomed in your cheeks as his head dipped into the crook of your neck, his slow, steady breathing brushing against your skin. His warm fingers rested on your waist, grounding you, while your hands instinctively combed through his damp, fluffy hair.

When he pulled back, his scarlet eyes locked onto yours, his expression unreadable but intense. His strong, masculine frame loomed over you, his face mere inches from yours, and it left you breathless.

Bracing himself on his forearms, Sukuna hovered above you, his gaze piercing, drinking in every inch of you as if memorizing you. A faint smirk tugged at his lips, but the fire in his crimson eyes betrayed emotions he would never say aloud. Your heart pounded wildly in your chest, anticipation winding every nerve.

He rested his forehead against yours, both of you shared the moment of intimacy. Your fingertips gently traced over the scars on his knuckles as let out a soft breath.

"I wish we had more time," you whispered, the sadness in your voice cracking slightly as a pout formed on your lips.

"I know, me too," he responded with a soft huff, he leaned in and claimed your lips in a tender, deliberate kiss.

It was slow and consuming, his lips fitting against yours perfectly. A quiet moan slipped out, muffled by his kiss, as your hands glided up his chest, fingers curling around the nape of his neck. His touch roamed your body with reverence, his fingertips brushing over every curve as if it was his first time.

He groaned softly, the sound deep and raw, as his hands explored the familiar terrain of your body. He felt warm, grounding, perfect. Your fingers slid into his soft, damp hair, tugging lightly as his tongue brushed against yours, coaxing a breathless response from you.

Your eyes flutter closed, as the kiss deepened, his hands caressing you with worshipful intent. It wasn't just passion; it was a quiet plea, a last chance to savor this connection before leaving what you've both found behind. His kisses grew heavier, each one laced with an unspoken promise, pulling you closer to him.

When he pulled back, his breath ghosted over your lips. That's when you realized tears were streaming down your cheeks.

"Shit," you swore softly, suddenly flustered. A blush dusted your cheeks. You smiled nervously and fumbled awkwardly as you turned back to face the nightstand and pretended to look for something, in an attempt to conceal the embarrassment and to collect yourself. You dabbed at the corners of your eyes, biting your lip to keep the tears at bay, mentally scolding yourself for being so sensitive.

"Sorry... must be allergies or something." You forced a laugh, but the tremor in your voice gave you away. You swallowed back the thick, burning feeling of tears that had sprung uninvited.

"Allergies," he repeated flatly, his tone almost disbelieving.

You scrambled for an excuse, gesturing toward the bathroom as you faked a cough, "Oh, umm I need to check something in the bathroom."

Sukuna face held an unreadable expression, glancing sideways at you, as you slipped away and darted into the bathroom, disappearing inside.

Inside the bathroom, you fanned your face, took some time checking over yourself, reapplying your makeup—adding a light glossy to your lips.

Meanwhile, Sukuna leaned casually against the bathroom doorway and he waited patiently, watching your every move, looking calm yet deep in thought. You shot him a shy smile as you caught his stare through the reflection of the mirror before turning around.

"I'll make you something to eat, okay?" you murmured softly, fidgeting with the hem of your dress. "Just head downstairs—I need to put away the last of my things, and I'll be right there." You managed a nervous smile, leaning in to give him a quick hug before turning to go.

"Finish up," he said firmly, catching your wrist. "I'll wait. You need anything?"

"A kiss," you whispered, cheeks flushing as you stepped on your tiptoes, meeting him halfway. Your lips brushed his for a soft, sweet, but hesitant peck.

"Anything else?" he murmured, his voice going low, velvety that sent a shiver down your spine.

"Umm... one more?" you asked softly, tilting your face upward.

His strong hands gripped your sides firmly, pulling your hips flush against his. That playful smirk of his reappeared, sharp and confident. Yet, beneath it, there was something unspoken—something raw. As much as he tried to hide it, Sukuna wasn't immune to the ache creeping into his chest. The thought of leaving you left a dull, throbbing pain behind his ribs, one he didn't quite know how to face. He'd grown too damn used to you—too reliant on your warmth, your attention, your presence. And the more time he spent with you, the harder he fell for you.

"Baby, what's wrong?" you cooed, your hand cupping his cheek as your thumb traced slow circles over his skin.

"Nothing," he grunted, voice rough. "Come here."

His lips crushed against yours, firm and deliberate, his teeth catching your bottom lip and tugging lightly before releasing. A faint tingle lingered as the kiss broke apart, slow and deliberate, like neither of you wanted to let go.

He exhaled deeply and stepped back, his eyes lingering on yours. You looked up at him one last time, your teeth grazing your bottom lip as a soft, bittersweet smile spread across your face. Your gaze sparkled, filled with a warmth he wanted to drown in.

"...And I think that's everything, Suki-poo," you murmured softly, though your voice trembled ever so slightly. You paused, biting your lip before continuing with a shy, playful lilt. "Oh umm... actually, can I steal two of your shirts for pajamas? Pleasee~" you asked, your tone light and teasing as you bit your finger innocently, a glimmer of excitement flickering through your sadness.

He blinked, the unexpected request catching him off guard. "..Huh?! Why?" His raspy voice rose slightly, a flash of surprise crossing his handsome features as he arched a brow.

"Because they smell like you," you mumbled sheepishly, your cheeks flushing a soft crimson. The hint of bashfulness in your expression tugged at his heart, even as his lips curled into a smirk.

"Sweetheart," he drawled, his voice low and teasing, "you can take whatever you want. You're my princess." The rasp in his tone softened just slightly, the words carrying an unintended tenderness.

"Good, because I already stole them anyway," you quipped with a smirk, a glimmer of triumph lighting your eyes as you met his gaze. For a moment, his brows furrowed in disbelief, then his lips flattened, as though trying to suppress a grin.

"Fuckin thief," he muttered, his baritone rumbling with faint amusement. His large hands slid around to grab your waist, pulling you close. You leaned into his hold, your arms wrapping around his middle as you pressed your forehead to his chest, taking in the warmth of his embrace.

But then you stepped back slightly, your smile turning mischievous. "Oh... hold on," you murmured, your tone dipping as you reached beneath your dress. Slowly, you slid your panties down, the gesture more tender than teasing as you held them out. "Here," you whispered, forcing a playful smirk. "A souvenir... since I know you'll miss me too."

He snorted in amusement at how cheeky you were, your teasing never failed to make his heart race, a wave of pure elation washed over him, his eyes lit up, his chuckle genuine.

"We're even now, right?" You said sweetly.  He reached out, taking the delicate fabric from your hand. He twirled it between his fingers, his grin sharp but his gaze lingering.

"Mmnn," he huffed a quiet laughter. "Yes, baby." his smirk wide, satisfied, as he tuck the item inside his pants pocket. You nodded and gave him an innocently smile.

His throat tightened at the sight of you, at your sweet smile.  Sukuna watched you quietly, as moved about the room. He could sense a small shift in your aura—the bittersweet sensation radiating from your softness.  You finish gathering the last of your things and heading downstairs.

Sukuna kept close, following behind you, only stopping to turn off the lights upstairs. In the kitchen, he stood by as you grabbed a pan and some seasoning to prepare food. "Omelette and bacon? Sounds good, right?" You turn back to face him.

Sukuna paused briefly, remaining where he stood with his hands tucked into his pockets and leaned on the counter beside him. He observed you, a thoughtful gleam in his eyes. After a moment, a smile finally pulled at his lips. "Whatever you're making is good." His gruff voice was warm. You blushed slightly at his soft voice, nodding and getting back to the cooking.

A comfortable silence enveloped the room, punctuated occasionally by the sizzling of bacon and the light aroma of spices and vegetables filling the kitchen. It was calming and peaceful—a domestic and cozy little moment. As if things were the way they should be...

You plated an omelette with bacon and avocado toast, carrying it to the table while Sukuna poured your coffee. He handed you the cup without a word, made perfectly, just the way you liked it. You shot him a teasing grin, earning a soft glower and a gentle tap to your forehead.

"Knock it off," Sukuna murmured, his lips twitching with a smirk.

You rubbed at the spot, scrunching your nose. "Never," you teased back, a knowing look on your face.

His body language is relaxed, but a slight tension hung between the two of you. You didn't have much of an appetite. You both made a bit of small talk.

The whole time your head was resting on your hand while picking at your food only eating small bites, staring off, trying not to think too much about everything. You just hated how far away you two were going to be and it stung, making you sad.

Meanwhile, Sukuna had no problem eating, but his eyes never leave you. Your demeanor was so quiet, soft, and withdrawn. It made him stop eating and focus entirely on you.

He finished his meal in silence, while you sat quietly, lost in your own thoughts. Your leg accidentally brushed his, and the intense gaze he sent your way had warmth coursing through you.. It was clear what was being spoken without using any words.

For the longest, he stood by the kitchen counter as he lit his second cigarette, watching as you sat on the couch.

"How much longer until the helicopter gets here?"

"Any minute now," he muttered, his tone clipped, a hint of reluctance in his words.

The awkward and strange silence settled over you two, again. Sukuna sat beside you, pressing a kiss to your cheek as his arm draped over the sofa. His gaze remained on you, as the silence stretched, heavy with unspoken words and the weight of the goodbye looming closer.

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Eventually it was time to go. Sukuna slung a backpack over one shoulder, your luggage and a duffle bag over the other. He began heading off to the helicopter, adjusting the bags, and looked back to see you still on the porch. "Let's go princess" his hand waved to follow.

"Okay," you replied quietly. Your shoulders dropped as your feet took baby steps toward him, your head low until the spinning helicopter blades drew your gaze upward, signaling that time was nearly at its end. Your heartbeat increased, eyes glistened at the realization.

You could hear the noise in the distance as the large helicopter blades spun.

He guided and helped you into the helicopter, placing a gentle hand on the small of your back, ensuring you don't hurt yourself getting into the helicopter. The bags get tossed into an empty seat.

Sukuna buckled you up, then sat beside you doing the same. He pounded his fist twice on the wall to the pilot, gesturing that everything and everyone was accounted for and it was time. The engines and blades roar louder, as the helicopter began to make its ascension into the skies.

Sukuna put headphones over your head and his which allowed the noise to be blocked out but also for you to talk over the headset to each other.

"Y/N."

His voice was distant and quiet. Your ears become more receptive, able to hear the quiet and distant call of his voice.

"Hmm," You glance up at him with a small smile, his handsome face brightens, the corner of his lips curl into a smirk.

You could feel it...an indescribable feeling deep within you, turn into something immensely warm.

The ache of parting started to fade, replaced by the flutter of a million butterflies swirling inside you as you met his eyes. It had you feeling both giddy and grounded, making your cheeks flush softly.

His grin widened with a knowing look.

Everything had changed. Your heart felt complete—all because of him.

He reached over, adjusting the volume on your headset. His fingers lingered, brushing away a tear you hadn't realized had fallen. "No crying, princess," he murmured, his voice soft yet firm. "This isn't our last day." His hand found yours, the warmth of his touch grounding you, tethering you to the promise of something more.

You nodded, a faint smile breaking through your sadness as he pulled you into a tight, wordless hug. He simply held you close. His presence gave you courage, his mere existence made you feel less sad—like he made the whole world make sense.

Being with him felt timeless, as though you'd known him forever.

A soft blush covered your face, as Sukuna watched. It seems he couldn't get enough of your reactions, especially your cute and shy, flustered responses. He seemed so proud to be the cause.

The close and intimate embrace left you both at peace, quietly listening to the whirring of the helicopter.

As you flew, the safe house shrank into the distance, becoming a dot in the landscape. But the memories of laughter, bickering, whispered promises, and lingering touches stayed vivid, etched in a place that changed your life.

You rested against his chest, his steady breathing soothing you. It felt natural, as if it was meant to be.

Sukuna glanced out the window, resting his head back against the seat and a slight smile spread across his face.

"You came a long way from calling me tattoo man huh? Seems like not so long ago..that we were both at each other throats and couldn't stand each other." His smirk grew. Looking at you, he squeezes your hand tighter, a gesture you couldn't miss. It meant so much.

You can feel it as warmth flooded through you, he remembered every single event.

"Eww... Oh my god, I was so annoying," you looked down to your lap, cheeks a deep shade of red in embarrassment. The shame hits as the memory resurfaces. "I... that might not be the best memory, but I did everything I did to piss you off, just so you would talk to me," you smile weakly, chuckling. "But you deserved it. You were so mean and stuck up. The biggest and baddest bodyguard that didn't smile once or talk.. Did you really dislike me that much?"

There was a slight pause.

"Yeah... You could say that." He muttered guiltily, averting his gaze. A look crossed his features and a sharp breath filled his lungs as Sukuna turns away. There was another small pause, but his eyes shifted and met yours. He noticed the small frown upon your lips. A half smirk plastered his face, then he leaned closer.

"Well... If I'd known all this was going to happen, I might've played my cards differently," he said, his hand cupping your face.

You laughed softly to yourself. "Well all is forgiven. Besides it worked. Cause look where we are now." Your voice a whisper. "I'm just surprised I ended up liking you with all the attitude you gave me and names you called me." You glanced away for a second in awkwardness, as the confessions spilled from your lips.  "I never thought you even tolerated me, to be honest. And let's not forget the downright rude and nasty comments and teasing," you added with a little pout, sounding grumpy-like.

He grimaced as the memory resurfaced, his cheeks burned with a faint crimson color. It almost seemed like he was just ashamed at your rocky start. It almost seemed like he couldn't help but shift in his seat, having to collect himself after hearing your thoughts of him. "Look I usually never interact with a client or have any relations while guarding,...you know...trying to be professional and all that shit," Sukuna trailed off. "I did fucking hate you or at least tried to hate you. But..ya know, this happened" He placed his large palm on your leg, rubbing softly, gentle, then gave your thigh a firm, yet possessive squeeze. It meant you were his, and his forever.

You stared for a minute, a shocked expression on your face, processing what he said.

"Really? You tried to hate me?" you blurted, startled.

"Listen, you were being too pushy and irritating as hell. If I didn't like you, I might've killed you." he chuckled with amusement. You shot him a playful glare.

"That's so mean!" You pouted your lips cutely, slapping his thigh lightly.

"Shit woman, it's true," he began and paused with a solemn, serious tone. "If you want honesty, you got it..." a nervous laugh leaves his lips, his eyes glancing elsewhere.

"Aw, I still can't believe I broke the 'tough-guy-with-no-morals' barrier you had going and got underneath your skin to see your feelings. Ha I bet you regretted ever getting to know me!" You smiled widely, satisfied to find out his true intentions.

"I don't know if I'd say that. The way your beautiful eyes would stare right back and your sassy ass mouth back-talking my ass every other damn moment? Or the way you never take my shit, and would tell me straight up on how you felt. Should have pissed me off. But, your confidence and feisty, bubbly personality always had a way of sneaking up on me," a smirk remained on his features, "There's one thing for sure, is that you always kept me on my damn toes." He hums as if thinking of every moment, but stops and he leans his head against his fist, peering to the side. "Damn woman. You're a force of nature and you're lucky your cute...you really tested my patience and self-control. You should've seen me back then, you probably wouldn't recognize me if you saw me."

"Tell me more about what you were like before, I got to witness your soft, caring side."

"Back then, I didn't give two fucks about anything—or anyone. My life's purpose was about staying out of trouble. Getting money and messing with women if I pleased. I'd walk into bars or clubs and say a couple lines. Take 'em to a hotel, fuck 'em hard until they could barely walk, then dump 'em—it was routine." He explained and smirked, his low laugh filled the headset.

Your face turned a light shade of red. You tried to laugh it off, but the thought of him with so many others left a strange ache in your chest—jealousy, maybe? It wasn't like you could change his past, but still...

"Wowwwww, no holding back! You sound pretty fucking conceited." you squirmed a bit at the thought, trying to appear nonchalant but failed.

"Eh, I'll own it. Can't lie or hide from what I was."

"Oooh...is that what happened to my legs earlier,"  you joked, your eyes squinted. You paused with an inquisitive tilt of your head. "So... what's so different now? What's changed you? ...was it really just me? If it was, what made me so different?"

There was a noticeable pause. His chuckle filled the air, but it felt quieter, almost contemplative. He glanced at you, his crimson eyes softening, before leaning against you as if searching for the right words.

He takes a deep sigh. His gaze shifted to his hand that laid on your knee, his thumb gently brushing in circular motions.

"I don't know...I've been a lot of places, seen a lot of shit, been through a lot." he began. He leaned, his words almost a whisper. "But until recently... Until I met you, I had nothing—and nobody worth holding onto. Nothing." His hand squeezed again in that gentle, meaningful way. "Everything and everybody was disposable...including myself. I used to care about nothing, not a damn thing. Then there's you... With you, everything's... different," Sukuna glance in your direction, but then looked away.

There was a slow intake of breath.

"...you know, with whatever the fuck this is—this weird-ass feeling that you got me feeling," the corner of his mouth tugs upward into a familiar mischievous grin. The same one he has given you over and over. Your body filled with a tingle at his change.

Your heart beats quicker at his change of emotion, his sincerity. It has you biting your lip slightly. "Ahh. So, I am that special." You grinned at your teasing, his laughter followed.

"I'd say so, you wanted my attention... and you got it," He gives a grin. "All of it, Ms. Y/N. But just in case it's not enough. I'll make it up to you somehow for how I treated you."

"Stop, you already did." You cupped his cheek, stroking it before placing a kiss on his lips.

"Nah... let me spoil you, gorgeous. You said I had to be thorough right?" he tilted his head.

There was no answer and you couldn't help the tears, they blurred your eyes, as he pulled you in tighter.

You wrapped your arms around him and nuzzled into him. You closed your eyes and simply inhaled his scent. Your hearts were connected, bonded on a whole new deep intimate level.

You two spent the next fifteen minutes chatting, reminiscing, laughing, and joking around.  He couldn't stop his gaze from falling on your lips every few moments, watching your movements, then returned his focus back to your eyes.

The longing was inevitable, even for someone as guarded as he was. He struggled with the reality that things were about to change. You were going back home, and it would be a challenge—but he didn't doubt either of you for a second. He'd made a promise.

"Sukuna, ummm what's your last name?" you ask suddenly, the question sounding almost silly. His chuckle follows and he rubs the back of his neck.

"You've seriously known me this long and I never told you?"

"No. Come on now, tell me! Spill it, bodyguard." You slapped his chest softly and threatened to tickle him and get his secret out.

A low and soft laugh escaped his throat, before answering. "It's Ryoumen."

"Ryoumen" You repeat his last name slowly. The name sounded so exotic and unique, just like him. "Your name suits you.. it sounds like some kind of evil powerful king.. But in a sexy, dominant kind of way" your face was a flamed, stuttering, flustered mess. A pause lingered and he just nods with an amused and knowing smile. Shaking his head, a low chuckle slips. He clearly liked the compliment.

"Why do you ask babe?" he teased and couldn't contain his amusement and found it silly.

"I don't know...I mean...you just never told me," a sheepish chuckle slips.

He knew your intention with your brief pause and saw you blushing hard, unable to form a clear sentence. He watched your embarrassment and shy behavior with satisfaction.

Your teeth nibble at your bottom lip and you stare at his.

He smiles like the devil. "Something on your mind?" He noticed the clear, unapologetic intention and his eyebrows lifted. A slow, knowing smirk spreads over his face. He knew exactly what you're thinking. You shook your head.

'Mrs. 'Y/N' 'Sukuna Ryoumen..'the possibility sounds like pure heaven. You pictured him in a sharp black tuxedo, hair slicked back, his smirk as confident as ever with his hand tucking into his slacks as he waited at the altar. And you in a gorgeous white dress, hair and makeup slayed to the gods, while carrying a beautiful bouquet of flowers with everyone watching. Then afterwards, him ripping the dress off your body, throwing you onto the bed and fucking you until you can't remember anything but the name he just gave you...

The daydream made your heart flutter—Sukuna, the strong, protective husband who would knock sense into you when needed while always putting family first. All while never breaking his promises. It would be like a Cinderella story... well not really, but it had its own charm. A dominant, cocky prince who treated you like a queen—yup that sounded perfect.

Maybe in the near future, but definitely not at the start, as you guys should grow, bond, and develop your relationship more. Then the proposal and ring.

'What could that be? A year or more down the line from where you're both at now?' You imagined. 'If this was meant to be—maybe sooner' You tried to ignore the last bit that popped into your head as your inner voice warned you to remain levelheaded, 'yeah a year seems likely, a safe estimate at the earliest,'  your little devil side added. The thought made you happy, excited—and anxious at the same time.

You rested your head against his shoulder, holding his hands, and being at his side. Oh how you wanted to be his—fully, completely and utterly in his possession. But you knew his strong, protective nature was all instinctual. You would encourage him to be selfish. And you would be selfish in turn and keep him all to yourself.

He observed you in silence. You had an idiotic, dreamy, far-off grin plastered on your face. A knowing smile played on his lips. He already knew it was about him—and he found it endlessly amusing. You hadn't even realize you were literally zoning off. Your eyes heavy-lidded, cheeks were slightly flushed pink, being a clear indicator.

'Fuckin cute,' he found your lack of awareness amusing.

He grabbed your left hand, his thumb tracing over your fingers. The action broke you out of your thoughts and your cheeks heat up even more in response.

He noticed everything.

"Whats with the blush, Princess ?" he grinned cheekily at you.

"N-no reason! Nothing" you said immediately and his eyes widened, smirk still plastered on his face. "What" you squeaked, innocently wide-eyed and baffled. Your cheeks burned with intensity as a small pout formed. You poked his cheek, trying to distract him from it.

"Daydreaming about playing house and shit again?" Sukuna teased, his smirk widening into something wickedly smug. His crimson eyes sparkled, daring you to deny it.

He always knows exactly what goes on in that head of yours, how your mind works. He found it cute how predictable, innocent and naïve your tendencies were.

"NO!!" you stated loudly and defensively. "Stupid man!" you whacked his arm lightly with a frown. "You can be SO arrogant... you know." You rolled your eyes as he threw his head back with a good chuckle. His laugher never ceased to amaze you—it was deep, sexy, and rich. It warmed your heart.

At this point the man could do no wrong. Your heart filled up with such warmth, flutters and love. You were truly, deeply in love with him, in everything that he was.

You sighed heavily, half-defeated. You did admit, he was spot-on. That's exactly what you were imagining, all the typical girly stuff.

But love can do the weirdest, silliest things to someone and make them say and do things equally as strange.

You groaned at the sound of his stupid, annoyingly attractive chuckle. And tried to act offended as he laughed at your expense.

"You're still being mean, tattoo man." You puffed out your cheeks in mock protest, but the glare you gave only seemed to fuel his insufferable smirk.

His eyes were softening, taking in the cute angry expression on your pretty face. Your temperament was refreshing, a perfect mix of feisty and sweetness. It gave him life...and before he knew it...You had him in his fuckin' feelings again. It was crazy how that kept happening, over and over again.

His gaze met yours, you pursed your lips and made the tiniest, cutest, angry pout. Sukuna couldn't resist smiling wider, the grin lighting his whole face. You could have him like this all day, if you only knew just how much power you had over him.

You hmpf-ed but smiled faintly in response, the butterflies swirling in your stomach and then shyly met his lips.

Your kisses became softer and longer. He slid a hand into your hair and kept kissing you deeper. One of his hands interlocked with yours while the other traveled its way down rubbing over your inner-thigh, then underneath the sundress, grazing along your panties teasingly.

He pulled back slowly, knowing he had to stop himself before he got carried away, and quickly moved his hand away to adjust himself, making sure to hide his arousal.

"Fuck.." he mumbled out.

The cockpit area was somewhat secluded, offering privacy, though Sukuna knew better than to risk too much PDA in plain view of his crew.

Even though they couldn't exactly hear, it still looked a little suspicious. Sukuna wanted to make sure you didn't look questionable by accident. He glanced away briefly, keeping his face neutral. The co-pilot wouldn't question anything, though he would probably give him shit later. He was one of Sukuna's trusted friends, and they'd worked together countless times in the past.

Sukuna tapped the door to the cockpit and exchanged a quick look with his co-pilot—a subtle nod, a slight tilt of the head. It was a silent language from years of trust and shared missions. The co-pilot smirked faintly, his knowing glance sliding toward you for just a moment before he returned his attention to the controls.

The exchange of glances went so quick, you barely caught the interaction.

He placed your legs up over his thigh as he leaned back in his seat. It had become somewhat of a habit. It almost felt like he hated not having your body as close to his as possible.

But you weren't complaining; you were addicted to his warmth and closeness. Besides, it made you feel more safe and cherished than you'd ever felt before. You never knew what you were missing in life until now.

A pleasant shudder ran through you as Sukuna's hand caressed your leg, his gaze drifting from your body to the clear blue sky.

You leaned closer, moving his headset over, your lips brushing the shell of his ear as you whispered, "Wouldn't it be fun if we could join the mile-high club." you teased as a hand grazed over his leg and caressed his inner thigh, hinting to him and his naughty imagination to run wild, furthermore sending a playful and teasing message. "I'd let you fuck me so good and hard and I wouldn't even care who heard."

His breath hitched, a flicker of surprise flashing across his features. Leaning back, he tilted his head toward the ceiling, a sigh and a 'shit' escaped him as he smirked attempting to gather himself.

"Dirty girl," he murmured, amused by your boldness, even as he shifted to compose himself. His erection was already stirring. He rubbed a hand over his forehead, inhaling deeply, much to your delight.

Hearing your dirty talk was enough to drive him wild—it was almost impressive how easily you got to him.

A sly smirk tugged at his lips as his fingers slipped under your dress, brushing your thong aside. His thumb grazed your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through you, your back arching instinctively.

"Babe, not now," you moaned, the heat in your voice betraying you.

"Then don't fuckin' tease me," he growled low in your ear, his tone gravelly and commanding.

You whimpered, your resolve crumbling. "Yes, sir."

His deep chuckle vibrated through you as he pulled back, shifting in his seat to adjust himself. "Look what you started, princess," he muttered, his breathing uneven. A deep sigh escaped as he brushed his arm against your knee, crimson eyes locking with yours.

You snuggled up closer, nuzzling into his neck with a kiss. Sukuna let his body relax, sinking comfortably in his seat, with an arm thrown lazily and loosely around your back.

Then, to his utter amusement, the realization hits his eyes. "Ya know...," He chuckled a little, sounding impressed, rubbing a his palm down his face, leaning in. He thought for a second.

"...We could... Do a quickie before we land?" His tone dripped with mock seriousness with his sex voice in full effect, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smirk.

Your head snapped up, eyes wide with shock. "Sukuna, no!" you hissed, heat rushing to your face. His face showed nothing but nonchalant, indifference towards the matter . "This isn't the time. It's small in here," you replied breathlessly, in disbelief at what he suggested.

You wanted to, but didn't dare risk it.

There was a long, brief pause. His gaze stayed serious.

Then, there was that stupid, beautiful, coy grin, accompanied by a playful chuckle that had his cheekiness unmasked.

"Relax, beautiful. I was just kidding—maybe next time." He leaned back, laughing softly at your flustered reaction, his teasing eyes glinting with satisfaction. But without doubt, if the situation was any different, and the helicopter wasn't so small or under a time constraint, he would have unzipped his pants and pulled you into his lap and make you ride his cock the entire journey home. He relaxed a bit more into the chair and rested a hand on his thigh, giving your waist a firm squeeze, then pulled your leg higher on his thigh and caressed your skin.

"You're TOO much." you stated, slapping his chest, while his eyes glinted.

He ran his tongue over the top of his teeth, running a hand through his hair, looking absolutely pleased with himself.

He paused. "Shit, don't ever fuckin change." His voice and eyes grew dark, serious, and sensual, lust-filled.

Your heart skipped and a heavy lump forms in your throat at his lustful gaze, trying to fight off a shudder and flush.

Your hand took his and started tracing his fingers absent-mindedly with your fingertips. The comfortable silence had returned once again.
"But yes sir, I won't change a bit," Your cheekiness comes forward, batting your eyes and looking at him in the sweetest way.

Sukuna chuckled softly, his gaze lingering on you with unspoken affection. He wouldn't say it—just yet—but he loved you. And he wasn't letting you go.

Your feet tapped lightly on his lap as you hummed softly, enjoying yourself. A sweet tune fills the small space as your cheerful humming grows in volume. Your giggle slipped out and his amused smirk follows.

Sukuna listened, entertained, smirking in quiet observation as you closed your eyes to fully focus on the beat.

"Even when the night changes~... It will never change baaaby~... It will never change me and youu~..." your sweet singing voice sang out quietly without even realizing it then trailed off into more humming.

"Don't quit your day job sweetheart," he joked teasingly with a sarcastic smirk.

"Shush marshmallow, your opinion doesn't matter!" you exclaimed teasingly.

"If you call me a marshmallow again, you'll regret it." He shot a sharp, but playful glare, pinching your ass and raising an eyebrow in warning.

Sukuna let your nicknames slide. Despite the scowl that crossed his face at times, he secretly kind of liked them because they were the way you showed affection—something he wouldn't have tolerated from anyone else. But you definitely would get punished in the best way possible for them, he'll make sure of that.

You ignored his threat, knowing it was empty, then glanced outside, seeing the scenery pass by quickly.

After a moment of quiet, reality crept back in uninvited. You bit your lip, hesitating before voicing a thought that had been gnawing at you for a while. "Sukuna... about us—how do we handle this? The media, my career, the election. I can't let them twist things and make you out to be—"

"Don't worry," Sukuna interrupted, his familiar sly grin already in place. He seemed amused and it showed in his tone. "I know that, babe. Your safety and image comes first. I'll handle it. Once your campaign is over, we'll figure it out—public or private, I'm in."

Relief filled you and your heart swells. You appreciated and adored how confident and sure of himself he was. Sukuna always seems like he had it together, or had a solution for everything, including all of your concerns.

"It's better this way. You'll be dealing with a lot of bullshit soon. Don't add more stress.." Sukuna stared down intently. You nod in agreement.

He threw an arm around your shoulder and pulled you in close.

You rested comfortably against his shoulder as the two of you talked. He couldn't stop his gaze from falling on your lips every few moments, watching your movements, then return his focus back to your eyes.

"Can I ask something..." your voice sounded in curiosity.

"What is it," he arched a brow, staring with a serious, unyielding gaze, feeling uneasy for a moment.

"Well.... when you work on assignments, on average  how long do you stay gone. For a few days or weeks...like what's the typical usual?"

Sukuna's expression softened, seeing your concerned, worried look.

"Typically, I stay with my client until the job is completed. There's no stopping, no breaks. Yours was just an unusually long term. The previous ones I've done, have been a few days maybe two weeks. But honestly, I do usually take shorter assignments here or there, maybe a week long, if not less." He glances over. "You were just a special case for me."

An overwhelming emotion spilled over; sadness. A different kind. The kind that swells deep down, a vulnerable kind. You gripped a fist in his shirt and closed your eyes, trying not to tear up.
He shook his head, pressing his forehead into the side of your head.

"Relax," Sukuna murmured, his fingers brushing through your hair. "I'll keep it short—two weeks tops. Promise." His voice was steady, his smile soft and genuine, offering the comfort only he could.

You pouted with a slight frown. Your emotions overwhelming you. The moments, the experiences and reality were all sinking in.

"...promise," he repeats, looking directly into your eyes, gripping you by the shoulder. His grasp, a firm and strong one, a certain tightness that means he means it. It's a promise you both will keep.

"I hate long distances....it's not exactly ideal for a relationship." You spoke quietly, your gaze held a serious yet earnest and soft glimmer in them.

There was a short pause.

His grip tightened, crimson eyes meeting yours. "I can't promise to be there for every moment," he murmured, voice low but steady. "But whenever I'm able. I'm all yours. I'm not going anywhere. Promise."

"...Okay.." You murmured under your breath quietly. His large hands warmly envelop yours, holding them in a soothing manner. "Cause you're stuck with me. Remember? You can't get rid of me" you whispered.

"Yeah yeah yeah I know. You're a stubborn pain in my ass," he huffed in fake-annoyance.

Your eyes gleamed as you grinned widely.

"Fucking hell..." He muttered a curse under his breath, as a puff of air leaves, he rubbed his face. Damn woman. You kept making him love you more, then a chuckle comes along with an amused half smile—he was completely captivated by you.

He held his pinky finger out for you to wrap and lock with yours. "Fucking pinky promise," he held up his own for you to lock your smaller digit. You hooked a finger on to his larger digit and giggles at the cute gesture, making the vow.

"There ya have it. Stubborn woman," a light tease escapes. "Stop worrying. You should be focused on other shit," his smirk remained and looked like the embodiment of sexy and irresistible.

The rest of the ride seemed to last a life time.
There wasn't enough time, and the wait was more like torture. But the comfort and protection of his strong, warm arms soothed your fears and reassured everything will work out in the end.

You gazed out the window, catching his reflection—his eyes admiring you with quiet intensity. Even now, he couldn't look away. You pretended not to notice, biting your lip.

His lips curved into a familiar smirk, watching your futile attempt to ignore his attention. Every little reaction of yours had him hooked; he could spend the rest of his life in awe of you.

'Silly man,' you think to yourself in amusement.

"Oh uhh Y/N...I almost forgot about this shit." Your attention drifted to his duffle bag as he dug in the front pocket and pulled out a scallop from the beach other day, setting it into your open hand.

He recalled your talk by the sea. He'd actually listened and remembered. You were so touched you didn't know what to say. It had never crossed your mind he'd carry something silly like this for so long.

You looked deep into the red of his eyes, wondering and contemplating for a brief moment. You wanted to kiss him badly, to feel his closeness—his comforting touch.

"Thank you, Sukuna" your voice almost cracks. "It's beautiful" you breathe in and try to control your tears, blinking away before he notices.

"Alrighty folks. We're nearing the airport." The announcement and the deep voice cut in. "We'll be down in under 5 minutes. When we land, I'll give you some time to see out the client. Standard protocol."

Time passes by, until finally the familiar surroundings become recognizable. It was almost time to part ways and go back to your regular lives.

This was the end of one chapter—a bittersweet closing. But deep down, you knew it was only the beginning of something greater.

As the helicopter began its descent, reality crept in, heavy and uninvited. You stole a glance at Sukuna, your heart tightening. He met your gaze, and for a moment, the world stilled.

A faint, shy smile tugged at your lips. He returned the gesture with his own confident reassuring smirk.

As the helicopter descended, the hangar becoming least of a blur, revealed two familiar figures waiting near the doors. Miwa your campaign assistant/editor and Gojo your personal assistant/PR Manager stood side by side, waving enthusiastically. Gojo's grin spread wide, his bright blue eyes lighting up as he hoisted an oversized bouquet into the air like a trophy.

They looked classy and professional just as you remembered. Miwa was dressed in a white office blazer and black pencil skirt, and a pair of expensive looking heels. Gojo was wearing a slick dark suit and blue tie. He looked fresh, clean, neat, and polished. He wore his dark glasses that covered his eyes, his white hair shiny and fluffy, the wind blowing in his beautiful strands.

You waved back, and Gojo's face lit up as soon as he saw you. Sukuna noticed Gojo's reaction when he looked over, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"Friends?" he asked, his casual tone undercut by a sharp, probing gaze.

"Yes... and sort of, well... my assistants," you replied softly.

Sukuna's eyes flicked to Gojo, his brow furrowing briefly. "Does he always smile that much?" Sukuna asked, his tone neutral, but his narrowed eyes betrayed him "Odd..." the corner of his lips shifted in a slight frown.

You laughed softly, brushing it off. "That's just Gojo—and yes he's always like that."

Sukuna ignored that reply, looking over curiously and the irritation grew as he saw Gojo waving animatedly, calling out for the pilot to land.

"Besides he's...not just an employee...he's been a friend much longer than that," your tone came out softly. "Just, someone I can talk to about personal stuff, you know" you added quietly, shifting awkwardly.

Sukuna blinked in silence, surprised by this new discovery.

"So you're good friends" he stated.

"Best friends kinda, it's hard to explain, he just always listens to my problems, like a confidant and he's kinda protective." You laugh sheepishly. "Sometimes he thinks he can act like he's my personal bodyguard sometimes," You rolled your eyes playfully.

Sukuna glanced over and grimaced with slight disapproval. You looked over. Gojo looked friendly and smiley, while Miwa stood there and waited calmly. They seem so welcoming.

Sukuna's jaw tightened. He wasn't a man to feel threatened easily, but something about the way Gojo smiled way too wide. It was irritating, even if he wouldn't admit why.

"Thank you..." you whispered, Sukuna turned his eyes meeting yours, pouring out everything you couldn't say. He held your gaze, and in that moment, you felt his silent promise—this wasn't the end. You smiled back lovingly.

He held you close, his touch warm and lingering. "The pleasure is all mine, Princess," he murmured. His lips brushed against yours, sneaking a soft kiss. His rough voice had gone smooth and silky and just as sweet as honey.

With one final, quick embrace, he pecked your lips. And with that, the two of you broke apart. He took one long last look at you before he opened the door and hopped out.

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As the helicopter's blades slowed, before you stepped out, Sukuna offered his hand, his other palm resting lightly on your waist, sending a jolt of warmth through you. His touch was steady as he guided your first steps back into reality, away from the little paradise you both shared.

Once on solid ground, you found yourself face-to-face, his intense gaze holding yours in a long, breathless moment. The world around you seemed to fade, leaving only the two of you. Slowly, he pulled away, though the warmth of his touch lingered, even as his hands slipped from yours. It took everything in him to put space between you.

A blush colors your cheeks from his attention. "I love you" you said quietly without thinking and bit the inside of your cheek. Sukuna paused, his body stilled as your words sunk in. He exhaled sharply, his heated gaze softening into something unfamiliar—lost, as though caught in his thoughts.

You shuffled the feet in sudden discomfort at his lack of reply, your cheeks growing hotter. It was a slip, a silly accident, a result of being overly emotional. Your face heats more.

Before you could take it back, or even consider anything else, he leaned down in close. Close enough for only you to hear his words. "Not as much as I love you, princess," he replied, his tone dripping with that dark, deep intoxicating allure that made your chest tighten. You tried to suppress the full grin, flustered in disbelief.

His lips curled into a small smirk as he pulled back and stood at his full height, leaving you blushing, stunned, breathless mess.

You were shook. You couldn't respond back, you could only stare. He said it back and meant it.

Your mind raced, the weight of his words leaving you breathless. It was too much, too fast, and yet, exactly what you needed to hear.

It had to have been the first time you two really declared that you loved each other, that wasn't a lustful haze of need and emotion and ecstasy, it was genuine, real, and truthful.

You swallowed thickly in stunned silence, your throat suddenly dry.

"Holy crap," the soft and shy voice escaped you. You smiled, covering the shock. The giddy butterflies returning in full force. "Oh my gosh" your expression, lovestruck and lost.

Something about him looking at you like this, brought all the emotions from his unexpected and sweet confession back to the surface. "Can you repeat that." Your voice dropped to a low whisper.

"No," Sukuna answered immediately, straight-faced.

"What do you mean?" You pouted cutely and in genuine confusion.

He smirked. "Fuck no."

Your body froze, stunned. "...Why!" You complained like a little child. He was clearly teasing you, enjoying your reaction.

His eyes darkened in amusement.

"Take it as incentive... you want me to repeat? Figure out a way to hear it from my lips again." A smirk twisted his mouth.

Your eyes widened and mouth parted in shock. You never thought your mouth would run this dry, his eyes looked more smoldering by the second. And they promised pleasure and sinful teasing. You glared at him and his insufferable attitude and arrogance, and huffed.

He only chuckles with a smirk and shrugs his shoulder and casually sliding his hands in his pockets, as though he hadn't just turned your world upside down.

You folded your arms as you avoided his gaze. "Such a tsundere jerk," your muttered out.

"Quit poutin'," he spoke in that sly, tempting voice. "We both know you fuckin love it," He cooed, the side of his mouth quirking.

You glared again. But as he flashed that smug grin, you couldn't stop yourself from smiling in turn.

"Keep it together, woman," Sukuna muttered. He quickly turned, noticing Gojo and Miwa observed the scene curiously. He pretended to check his phone and slid it back into his pocket, trying his best to stay distracted and nonchalant to keep your appearances safe and not look questionable.

"Right...umm so I guess I'll see you," you whispered, your voice trembling. "Text me when you're home?" The question was quiet, almost shy not wanting to seem clingy or overbearing, but knowing he was safe meant the world to you.

He gives the affirmative nod, a slight upwards tilt to his mouth hinting at his pleased expression.

Reaching into the helicopter, he grabbed your bag. "Try not to miss me too much." His husky voice sends a shiver down your spine, the warmth and roughness making your heart skip. "See you soon, Gorgeous." His tone is warm, even gentle—a side of him reserved only for you.
You return the gentle smile, watching as he lifted your luggage out. A sinking feeling was settling in—missing him already—you didn't want to go home without him.

Just as Sukuna moves to pass you the bag, Gojo's loud voice cuts through the moment. "Y/N!" he shouts, tossing the flowers to Miwa before sprinting over. He lifts you off the ground in a playful spin, his hug tight but not overwhelming, just being the affectionate friend he was, who always gave bear hugs.

Gojo held you close, his chest solid, as his long, lean muscular arms wrapped around you in an affectionate, almost protective way. This wasn't a typical touch. He pressed you so close that anyone could think you two were romantically involved.

"Y/N!" Gojo laughed cheerfully, "You're alive and not dead or anything, thank god," he chimed in relief. The sun glasses dropped to the tip of his nose to show his striking blue eyes.

Gojo nuzzled his face briefly against your shoulder as he murmured, "You have no idea how much I missed you, idiot. Why didn't you text me?"

"Missed you too, Gojo. I wasn't allowed to contact anyone much, you know—security reasons," you explain with a soft laugh. "I'm sorry, but thanks for missing me."

"Good to see your cute lil' face again," he said, pulling back, his hands still on your shoulders as he looked you over.

The moment Gojo looked over you, his blue-eyes notice Sukuna, standing like a sentry behind you, expression stern, eyeing the two of you with an impassive glare. Sukuna's large shadow practically covered your small frame, blocking almost all the light from the setting sun.

Gojo arched an eyebrow seemingly puzzled by the man. His blue eyes slowly drifted over him before finally, he took all the man in. Sukuna looked just as intimidating and strong as ever. He was huge—an imposing, unmatched, extremely muscular man with broad and wide shoulders—the complete opposite of Gojo who was tall, lean, and sleeker in comparison.

"Who's this?" Gojo asked, eyes narrowing slightly as he sized up Sukuna. His arm rested lightly on your shoulder, his playful tone masking a sharp edge.

You turned around, immediately noticing Sukuna and the unimpressed and seemingly angry look upon his face, staring intently in his direction, eyes shifting over you and Gojo, and then to Miwa who stood a little ways away. You knew Sukuna wouldn't miss anything, not even the slightest of details.

A little color flooded your cheeks, thinking it was better to leave Sukuna's name a secret.

"That's my Bodyguard, he was assigned to keep me safe... during this incident." You gave a simple and vague explanation, trying to play things off and keep quiet.

Sukuna's eyes flicked briefly to Gojo, his expression unreadable. He shifted his weight slightly, hands casually sliding into his pockets, before turning his gaze back to you as if the interaction didn't concern him. Only you caught the faint tightening of his jaw before he masked it with a neutral look, maintaining his cool.

Gojo looked to Sukuna and gave him a slightly scrutinizing stare back, standing next to your side, observing carefully.

Sukuna met your eyes once again, his expression softened the tiniest amount.

Gojo's gaze flicked between you and Sukuna, his tone sharpening. "Bodyguard, huh?"

You hesitated. Your eyes dart nervously to Sukuna, whose crimson gaze hasn't left you. His silence feels heavier than words. You offer Gojo a small, reassuring smile. "Yes," you replied quickly. "He was good at his job. He treated me well. Very professional."

Gojo placed a light hand on your shoulder, his expression skeptical. "Respectful... friendly?" he pressed. His voice carried an edge now, his playful demeanor fading as he studied Sukuna more closely.

Sukuna exhales sharply, the faint sound cutting through the air like a warning. Enough to draw your attention. His crimson eyes narrow slightly, glinting with a dangerous light as he watches Gojo's hand squeeze your shoulder lightly.

"Was he a creep? Say the word, and I'll handle it," Gojo pressed, squinting his blue eyes as he studied Sukuna.

"Hey...let her speak, stop interrogating her. And stop giving him that look, Gojo." Miwa nudged Gojo, wanting him to ease up a bit. She glanced nervously at Sukuna, who remained silent but visibly unamused.

You stepped in quickly, your voice firm but calm. "He protected me. Isn't that enough for you? Let it go, Gojo." you added a smile at the end, to not seem too demanding or rude.

Gojo reluctantly stepped back, raising his hands in mock surrender. "Fine, fine," he muttered, though the tension in his shoulders didn't ease. He shot one last glance at Sukuna, who reached in his pocket for a cigarette and lit it without a word, his expression unreadable.

Your gaze swept over his tattooed arms and broad form before catching on his crotch—an immediate reminder of this morning's love making. Your eyes fluttered slightly in embarrassment, a subtle heat crept up your cheeks, forcing your eyes back to his face.

Sukuna had caught your intense eye fix, smirk slowly emerging as he noted this and steadied his gaze straight ahead, before throwing another arrogant glance to Gojo.

A silent standoff stretched between them, the air charged with unspoken tension. Sukuna's fiery red gaze met Gojo's icy blue one, neither man backing down, like rivalry sparking to life in a way that made the air feel suffocating.

Gojo broke it first, his tone sharp. "Well, I hope so," he muttered, his frown deepening as he gave Sukuna a pointed look. "You know how some men are. Hard to trust anyone these days, especially when they look you know...sketchy."
There's no mistaking the insult in his voice.

Miwa's face paled in response and her eyes flew over Sukuna, taking in every inch.

Sukuna raises an eyebrow but otherwise ignores him, calmly blowing a stream of smoke in the air.
A small frown settled on your face as if saying the statement was rude, uncalled for, and very impolite.

"What?" Gojo huffed, throwing his hands up. "I'm just being honest!"

"Looks aren't everything. And of course I'm fine. He kept me safe and has been nothing but a pleasure to work with." Your voice sounds a tad bit loud, in slight defensiveness. "I don't want you acting rude. Let him finish his job in peace.
I'm here in front of you safe and sound, right?" You take the lead, defending Sukuna and his character, protecting him from further bad-mouthing.

Gojo scoffed at your tone. "Can you blame me for worrying?" he huffed, gesturing toward you.
"Someone targeted you for whatever reason. So sue me for wanting to check your safety."

You reach to grab Gojo's earlobe hard and pulled him to your level.

"Listen, we'll chat later okay. Stop being weird. He's fine... He's trustworthy. Now shhh...Please?" you whispered sternly.

Your voice dropped as you frowned up at him. "Stop embarrassing me."

Gojo opened his mouth but closed it again, seeing Miwa give him a 'leave it alone look' and Sukuna glaring, and clearly trying not to roll his eyes.

"Y/N look, it's just... something about him rubs me the wrong way. Are you sure you're okay? He's watching you like a hawk. Are you sure he didn't scare you into something or anything?"

You tugged his ear harder in annoyance and scolding him for his insensitivity and prying. He winced,  "God you're abusive..." He groaned quietly, which you chose to ignore. "Okay fine, fine," he smiled with his palms up, attempting to pacify you.

You dropped your hand as Gojo backed down, rubbing the sore spot on his ear. The sudden outburst seemed a tad dramatic and silly, but necessary.

Miwa offered Sukuna a hesitant, apologetic smile, her polite demeanor faltering slightly under the weight of his intense presence. She fidgeted with her hands, clearly striving to ease the tension without drawing too much attention to herself.

Miwa was the type that would respect people's boundaries no matter what.

Sukuna stared blankly, with a slight irritated look as the cigarette dangles on his lower lip, silently exhaling a cloud of smoke.

Sukuna stepped closer, handing you your phone, purse, and luggage.

You slowly reached out, but just before you could take the bag, Gojo intercepts.

He forced a grin to Sukuna, "Actually, I'll take those, thanks, buddy." his voice came out oddly performative and forced. "Can't have a lady carry heavy bags, right? What kind of gentlemen would we be, haha. So I insist." Gojo smiled sweetly.

"Ohh and guess I owe you one— How much should I tip you?" Gojo quipped, fishing a few bills from his wallet, and holding them up between two fingers. "Though you're probably too proud to take tips, huh?"

Sukuna looked unimpressed. You threw your head back, letting out an exasperated sighed shaking your head. Miwa had a panic expression, plastered all over her face. She knew exactly where this was going, and gave the biggest awkward grin, trying to decide if she should say anything to break up the impending train wreck about to happen.

"You'll need a raise after you protected my friend here, right," he laughed "So..we thank you...and will never forget. I'll make sure to put in a good word for you. It's the least I can offer in appreciation. You know..from the bottom of my heart, we're grateful for your service, keeping her safe from this wild and crazy world of violence. What's your name by the way?"

This was Gojo's attempt to come off less rude, more humble, and accommodating for your sake.

A deep and menacing sound emitted from Sukuna. You glanced over to find Sukuna's eyes narrowing, his lips twitching with a slight sneer.

It was obvious Sukuna wasn't impressed with Gojo's attempt at being less 'confrontational'.

Gojo did seem to have a knack for making things awkward. You took the purse and phone in one hand and took your luggage in the other. "It's fine—I've got it." you smiled reassuringly. You needed him to stop and cool down, so you decided to move him along to prevent the situation from escalating, and growing tense.

"I don't think he needs a tip, Gojo, I'm sure he's already being paid handsomely." You stressed your words in annoyance and laughed to put him at ease, wanting the conversation to end.

Sukuna smirked faintly, a flicker of satisfaction crossing his features as you refused Gojo's offer.

"Thank you though," you smiled politely to Gojo.
Sukuna watched as you turned to walk away towards Miwa, his eyes glued onto your form.

For a brief moment, both of you and Sukuna's expressions faltered, smiles fading as you parted ways. But you both managed to remain somewhat positive, making a promise, knowing it is going to be okay.

Gojo blinked in surprise, seeing the same stubborn attitude from you and knowing exactly what it meant, seeing how you stood your ground. He didn't show it but he was definitely kinda confused at the subtle defiance. Sure you were an advocate for standing up for yourself, and people, against prejudice and discrimination—the little guy, underdogs...justice, fairness, humanity and all that—and he admired that quality.

But, you were seriously defensive over just a simple bodyguard, it seemed like there was a hidden message behind everything. Or maybe he was just being overly paranoid because he worried about you more than anything—you were the closest and one of the few people who truly understood him.

Or maybe it was his overbearing personality, jumping to conclusions and his gut instincts kicking into overdrive.

Gojo sighed, conceding. He shifted a slight sideways glance to Sukuna. Both men exchanged knowing expressions and an equally dissatisfied look. There was no doubt both were fighting a battle to prove to be the most dominant. Whatever it was, they both maintained the silence. A silent battle that went nowhere. Sukuna didn't budge. He wasn't going to be the first to give in.

Neither was Gojo.

"Gojo quit being a weirdo," Miwa spoke sharply as she walked over to pull him away by his suit and threw an apologetic smile Sukuna's way. "Sorry sir..."as she pulled Gojo quickly.

Sukuna responded only with a single, curt nod, acknowledging Miwa's apology without smiling.
However, when you looked back and saw his expression was still on edge, his features were firm and tense. You knew that look—he was definitely one irritating comment away from throttling Gojo.

"Bye Mr. Bodyguard." You waved with a sheepish grin. Miwa gave him a shy smile as she dragged Gojo along to catch up with you. Sukuna chuckled under his breath. He had his small smile back on, returning the gesture with his eyes and lifted his hand in a half wave.

Your cheeks warmed, biting your lip, trying hard not to smile so damn hard.

"Pfff...Mr. Bodyguard..." he thought, finding the stupid fucking nickname amusing.
Sukuna tried his best not to react the same, choosing to lower his head in an attempt to hide the slight widening of his smile, but composed himself before continuing to eye you closely, making sure you were safe until you went on your way.

Gojo watched the exchange, something about it feeling off. Sukuna's behavior wasn't aggressive—just... different. His gaze on you lingered too long, too intently, making Gojo glance back with growing suspicion.

"Like what's with that stare?" Gojo muttered, his tone sharpened by suspicion.

Miwa shot a look. "Gojo. Be respectful," she murmured.

Gojo's sharp gaze lingered on Sukuna, skepticism remained evident in his narrowed blue eyes. Sukuna's jaw tightened, but his expression remained unreadable—save for the faint flicker of irritation that darkened his crimson gaze.

Miwa glanced back and cleared her throat, "Gojo be quiet and just give Y/N the flowers already... Shush..." She nudged him to shut him up and walk him forward.

Gojo scoffed. "Fine. Just something tells me there's something not right about the situation."
She tugged him forward by his arm.

"Why are we whispering by the way?" he questioned in a whisper.

"Just shut up." she huffed in an agitated and exhausted tone. "Here," passing the bouquet over to Gojo, reminding him to give the flowers to the person they were intended for.

Gojo passed by Miwa's side and walked ahead, Gojo tapped your shoulder, flashing his signature lopsided grin. "Right...ah, Y/N welcome back—and, uh, sorry for being an idiot. These are for you." He held out the bouquet, his blue eyes sparkling with boyish charm.

"You got these for me?" you gasped, with a little snort. You loved receiving gifts. "They're gorgeous! Thanks!" You took the bouquet in your hands, admiring the large, pink, yellow and white rose arrangement and sniffed the sweet, floral fragrance. You quickly pulled them up to your nose for a closer smell of the blooms. You closed your eyes to the soothing scent.

A huge, hearty sigh escaped from you.

"Umm, actually Miwa and I both got it! For you! Duhh. You're welcome," Gojo sung the answer. "So, what do you think? You like them?"

'Bitchass' Sukuna thought.

"Actually, Ms. Y/N, it was all Gojo. He insisted on finding the perfect flowers and wouldn't stop fussing until I helped him," Miwa giggled.

"Hey! I wasn't fussing!"Gojo protested, his blush giving him away.

"You- Shh- wait but--" Gojo covered Miwa's mouth as she giggled a bit louder, his face heating in a blush. He waved his arms in disagreement. "Nonono. Don't listen to her Ahaha," his laughter came off a bit awkward. His blue eyes gave a 'shut-up' look to Miwa.

"My bad.." Miwa murmured a tad apologetically.

"Wait. I don't know what you guys are even talking about anymore," your head titled as you blinked a few times. You aimed a slightly confused stare at your two bickering friends. They acted like siblings sometimes.

"Oh it's nothing!" Gojo scratched the back of his head with a laugh. "Don't listen to her" He shrugged Miwa off his arm. Miwa punched his side playfully.

"Ohhh well, okay?" you half-whisper and shrugged. "I love the flowers though, they're beautiful."

"Of course," Gojo said with a cheeky grin. "Only the best for one of my favorite girls."

"Silly... why are you acting all weird. And thanks guys." you play along. "You're the absolute sweetest...I really appreciate all your effort."

"Really?? Aww thanks. I do my best." He winked with a funny little grin.

A long hug from Miwa followed next. Giving the hug, she squeezes your arms to convey how worried she's been. Her teary blue eyes sparkled with her usual infectious energy. "I can't believe we had to cancel everything we worked so hard for. I was exhausted securing those interviews."  Her face was wary as she cupped your cheeks in her hands.

You offer an apologetic grin. "I'm so sorry Miwa, I promise everything will be fine."

"We missed you; including everyone at the office. Can't wait to catch up and chat more!"

"Me too. How's it going with you know who," you teased with a smile and a slight elbow jab to Miwa's rib. Miwa gives a small pout and sighs. Her cheeks flushed.

"Ugh, no good... but ahhh he's so cute. Like, I can't even focus when he's around." her tone growing wistful as her love struck expression grows.

You let a snort out and tease her again. "Stop lusting and have you asked him out yet?"

"No," she mumbled. "He has to ask me out on a date first... right?" she blushed even further at the mention. Miwa was a sweet young woman—a romantic, a little old fashioned and kind.

Gojo motioned towards his car parked near the hangar. Gojo grabbed your bag before you could react. You pouted, but still thanked him nonetheless. Gojo patted your head then gently placed his hand on your shoulder, as he leaned in, speaking just to you.

"Gotta earn your attention right, hehe?"

You laughed softly. "Gojo, stop messing around, you should know better! As if I'm falling for your games. No means no, especially not after your little stunt." you giggled with a slight eye roll. "The most you're getting from me is a coffee from Starbucks and nothing more."

He couldn't help but chuckle softly and have an amused grin. You knew him and his goofy ass personality too well. It was all just good, clean-cut, friendly fun.

"One day you'll accept my amazing love... maybe when you grow a bit taller" He smirked mischievously, staring at you intently with those sparkling blue eyes of his.

Your eyes widened and glanced at Gojo head to toe in mock offense "I'm not the short one. You're not even that tall."

"I beg to differ. Hmmmm," His hand moved down from your shoulder to your lower back, guiding you forward with the lightest push, nudging you towards the passenger door. "It's okay... you're just a midget compared to meee."

He wiggles his eyebrows.

"Yes, and you're a very tall twinkie." you joked. You were used to him joking like this all the time. You were practically siblings, and you'd never take him seriously. He was just being his usual playful and flirtatious self, it's the natural dynamic of the friendship. It was nothing more, nothing less.

Sukuna's gaze darkened, his jaw tightening ever so slightly. His shoulders rolled back, the faint pop of his knuckles following as his hands flexed, sliding into his pockets. His eyes dropped briefly to where Gojo's hand lingered on you for way too long, a flicker of irritation flashing through his gaze before his mask of indifference returned.

His uneasy feeling only grew, twisting in his stomach like a knot. But, he low key couldn't blame the guy—what man wouldn't be drawn to you? But on the off chance the white-haired bastard was just being friendly, why the hell was he so damn touchy?

Jealousy gnawed at him—raw and unfamiliar, sharper than he'd ever known. His gaze sharpened—he'd let the albino slide, but only for now.

Gojo, Miwa, and you chatted by the car. Gojo's eyes remained fixed on you, barely sparing Sukuna a glance. You, for your part, were so immersed in Gojo's enthusiastic storytelling, smiling brightly at his exaggerated hand gestures, that you didn't notice Sukuna's watchful stare.

He poked your nose gently and turned to open the door. "Come on in, Midget Lady, let's get you home," Gojo called with a mocking laugh.

Suddenly your demeanor dropped at Gojo's statement, everything setting in. "Right." The thought crossed your mind. You didn't want to leave, but you had no choice.

You subtly glanced back at Sukuna, catching the flicker of longing in Sukuna's stoic gaze. Your chest tightened, the ache of parting already settling in.

Sukuna's faint smirk met your teary gaze. You return a sweet smile. Your eyes say 'miss you' to him. You tried not to cry. There was so much left unsaid, but in that shared look, you knew he felt it too: this wasn't goodbye—it was just goodbye for now.

You looked away and suddenly you felt like crying. "Home." You muttered settling in the seat.

Gojo closes the car door, noticing your blank face staring at the floor, seeming quiet. Gojo's brows furrowed as he glanced at you, his confusion evident. You felt his gaze linger and quickly looked away, forcing a smile to your lips to feign everything is fine.

Miwa entered the car and sat in the back with you. You hesitated, taking one last long look at Sukuna. His face was unreadable, but you memorized the way he stood there—arms crossed, stance wide, eyes fixed on you with a mixture of intensity and reluctance.

Gojo slid into the driver's seat, his easy smile faltering when he noticed you staring out the window, lost in thought.

He seemed to have noticed the change in your energy, with a concerned, perplexed frown. He said your name softly. "What's up, Y/N? You're all quiet and doing that sad thing... that breaks my heart. Are you feeling sick or something?" he asked gently, his usual cheeriness dimming. It took on a soft, gentle quality, the type he gets when he senses something off or if a person is in need.

"Just girly issues... ya know, women things," you said quickly, covering the lie. Gojo let out a quiet "Ohh" as he leaned back in his seat and nodded, clearly believing you. You felt a pang of guilt for lying to him, playing to his naïve, trusting tendencies. It didn't feel good to deceive him, especially when he was usually so perceptive.

"Oh, I totally get it. Those days are the worst," Miwa chimed in, already rummaging through her bag. "Do you want some painkillers? Or maybe chocolate? I've got some M&Ms left over from earlier," she added with a kind smile, holding the half-eaten bag out to you.

You forced a shaky smile and shook your head.

"Really? None? You sure? They're yummy," Miwa frowned, holding the bag out and urging you to take one.

You sighed and played it off with a quiet laugh. "You and your snacks," you smiled, turning your attention to her.

Miwa, for all her innocent kindness, was a genuine and cheerful person who's warm and sweet aura tended to put others at ease. In moments when you were lost or disoriented, her presence always reassured you.

"Is that all you have left from those two big bags of snacks at the office the other day." Gojo added from the driver's seat and raised his sunglasses over his head to flash a cheeky smirk.

Miwa puffed her cheeks, giving Gojo a fake glare. "Hey! Leave my food alone! Now you're not getting any! And noooo, I brought it with me in case of an emergency. I like to be prepared unlike some people." Miwa smiled. She glanced to you then dangled the bag and offered it to you again.

"No, really I'm fine, don't worry." you replied, even though you weren't really fine. Miwa nodded and slipped the bag back into her purse, satisfied for now.

Even as Gojo nodded, his sharp gaze lingered on you, studying your face with quiet intensity. He always noticed the smallest things—the way your shoulders drooped, the look of sadness in your eyes, the tear threatening to spill or the way your fingers fidgeted in your lap. It didn't look right.

Something was off, but his lips pressed into a thin line deciding to stay silent. His fingers drummed lightly on the steering wheel as he observed.

"Are you sure you're alright, Miss Y/N?" Miwa placed a caring, soothing palm onto your shoulder.

You quickly turned, brushing away the tear with a nervous chuckle. "Yeah just you know 'that'...and I'm happy to see you guys again! Really, I'm just glad to be safe." you managed a smile and your best attempt at a laugh. The pain was immense. Your tone is reassuring, confident.

"Pfff of course, silly," Gojo chuckled. You hoped and prayed he would not say anything about what happened. Gojo watched your reaction from the rear-view mirror closely. "Hey it's okay. We're just really glad to have you home and safe too." his tone softer, as he analyzed your state.

"Don't worry, Y/N. You've got two weeks to rest before the interviews start," Miwa said, her kind smile reaching her bright blue eyes."

"That's true! You have a bunch of free time to enjoy yourself and get rested! And if you ever need anything I'll be right there for you." Gojo chimed happily. He wanted to brighten your mood, trying to stop the tears and to get you to smile and have fun.

"But, unfortunately we can't give you too much free time, right Gojo! You're sooo behind! With some of your big photoshoots, events, charities and interviews. We'll try to give you some spare time in-between breaks.." Miwa mentioned quickly and apologetically, interrupting the moment.

You didn't mind but she definitely tried to remain positive, bringing you back up.

Miwa pulls a folder from her bag and holds out the schedule with a kind smile and her famous bright, sparkling, blue eyes.

"Everything was arranged to accommodate your absence, Y/N.." you accepted with a sheepish thank-you.

She's definitely made an effort to schedule and set things to run as smoothly as possible.

You sniffle and force your smile to widen. "Mm okay. Thanks, that's a relief."

You knew eventually everything will settle, but in your mind, you kept thinking about him—Sukuna.

Gojo buckled himself in, adjusted his seat and placed the key into the ignition, and started the car which seemed roar to life. He maneuvered the car and headed toward the gate. As they begin to drive out and leave, Sukuna was far behind, and you managed to peek one more time.

Sukuna watched the car disappear into the distance, his stoic mask slipping just enough to reveal the longing in his eyes. Then your hesitant wave caught his eye, his lips curved in a faint, bittersweet smirk, as if capturing the image of you to carry with him.

As his figure shrank into the distance, you clung to the hope that this was only a pause in something far greater.

You were officially no longer his 'Client' now.

You are plain and simply his...

"Shit..." Sukuna exhaled, running a hand through his hair. A low, humorless chuckle slipped past his lips. "... I've really got it bad."

"She's the best thing that ever happened to me," he muttered, the words heavy with meaning. For once, he didn't fight the truth.

His stubborn, beautiful, sweet, provocative, loud-mouth woman—his princess, his perfect match. His everything he hadn't known he needed, and now, everything he couldn't live without.

He reached into his pocket and unfolded the paperwork with your information. He grabbed a pen to circle and scribble down standard information and notes, before finalizing it with his signature.

He stares at the final page of paperwork.

It was done.

He had officially released himself of you—all responsibilities and obligations as his 'Client'.

For the first time in years, Sukuna felt the sting of solitude—not the kind he had grown used to, but something deeper, sharper. You had taken his heart with you, leaving him whole but somehow incomplete.

A heavy sigh escaped him. It had already been the longest couple months he'd ever endured, yet somehow he didn't regret a single thing.

You were worth it all.

"Alright then... time for work" Sukuna forced the thoughts aside and sighed, composing himself. He zipped up his bag with an exasperated sigh, thinking about that stunned expression on your sweet face when he said those words to you. He truly meant every one of them.

Sukuna grabbed his dufflebag and tossed it over his shoulder. He walked in the opposite direction from which you had driven away, where another vehicle was waiting.

This wasn't goodbye. It was a promise.

A 'see you soon.'