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—in which you wake up after being out for three days from fever, only to find Sukuna waiting by your side. He's rather eager for you to heal... for many reasons.
A/n: I really wanted to write this but like I want to implode because I kind of fucking hate it?? Also, should I make a taglist??????
<< part one, part three>>
Waking up, you immediately felt a raging pain in your thigh. You could feel your heartbeat pulse in the wound— it was that kinda bad. Not only that, but your throat was dry and you were colder than Sukuna’s attitude towards humans.
Slowly, you pried your eyes open. It felt like you’d been asleep for years, you’d been asleep for three days while the fever wore off. Sighing, you sat up, biting your lip as you winced, keeping down the hiss that threatened to leave you.
Looking down at your body, you had no pants on. Only your panties and the shirt you were wearing were sure as shit not yours. It is massive, and dropped over your body like a blanket almost. The neckline slipping over your shoulder too.
Taking the neck hem to your nose, it smelt like Sukuna. And immediately, embarrassingly enough, it had you smiling softly. However, you quickly notice a figure moving in the corner.
“You’re finally awake, brat.” Sukuna walked over, crouching down in front of you. He pressed the back of his hand against your forehead, “you humans are so weak, however you are on the tail end of the fever.” His eyes glanced down at the wound on your leg, and his jaw clenched with frustration.
Because you’d hidden this from him, it’d gotten infected. The stitches you’d received from one of the servants were horrible and had only made the wound worse.
“Uraume tells me this wound will take a while to heal. It will scar,” he glared at you as he leaned in, his face inches from yours, “this is your fault, brat.”
Your brows furrowed, and you huffed, “I was fine without your help, my Lord.” Oh you were feisty. And he fucking ate it up. No one else had the balls to snap at him like you did, and you didn’t even have balls.
“You would’ve died from the fever and succumbed to your wounds without me.” He mused, raising a brow when you scoffed at him. Looking like a pissed off squirrel in his eyes. A cute one at that.
“This is why I hid it from you,” rolling your eyes, you began to try and stand, only for him to quickly push you back down by your shoulder.
“Remember who you speak to, brat.” His glare silenced you promptly, but you still had a pout on your pretty lips. “You will be staying in this room with me from now on.”
“What about the garden? That is my only duty here—“ you were a bit worried now. Sukuna was known to throw away servants who could no longer do their jobs. He’d kill them and use them as an example. But you knew damn well you were his favorite.
“What of it?” Sukuna narrowed his eyes, before sitting down in front of you, a servant came in promptly with a tray of a variety of foods, ranging from meat to fruit to sweets. “Eat.”
“Well I can’t stay here and tend to the garden… your chambers are quite far.” You tried to reason with him, before quickly snatching a chunk of steak with your hands and fucking devouring it. You were starving.
Sukuna enjoyed watching you eat like an animal far too much. It had satisfaction pooling in his stomach, yes, he’d provided for you. You, his future wife and queen.
“Your duties as a gardener have been removed, another servant has replaced your position.”
You froze mid-bite, your eyes wide as you looked up at him, “but— but that’s my job. No one else does it better than me!” You are nervous now. Your only job, the thing you were best at had been taken. Now what were you to do?
“You will remain at my side. As I had said three days ago before you passed out. Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten?” Sukuna tilted his head slightly, before putting the meat in your hand. He grabbed a small cloth and wiped your hands and face before grabbing you by your hips and easily pulling you against his chest. Your body rested between his propped-up knees, back fitting perfectly against his chest.
“I-I… don’t remember.” Your face was a bright red as you let Sukuna move you. Swallowing nervously you tilted your head back so you could look up at him.
“Then I will remind you,” his hands came to rest on your throat, so you’d have no choice but to stare up at him, “You are my mate, my queen, and my woman. You will no longer be a simple servant. You will command all others and learn how to lead so you may lead alongside me.” He said it so easily, while you just stared at him.
And you stared.
And stared,
Before busting out laughing. “Pfft— my Lord, you shouldn’t just like that, I almost believed you.” Your laughter mellowed down to giggles as you smiled, before looking up at him again, you saw his hardened expression and shut your mouth.
“I do not jest, human.” His brows were furrowed and he pulled to a natural frown.
“M-My lord—“
“Sukuna. You are no longer my servant, do not address me as such.” He corrected, his eyes analyzing your reaction with growing amusement.
You sighed, “Sukuna, I’m not even one of your concubines, wouldn’t at least one of them be a better choice?”
“I’ve gotten rid of them.”
“What?!” Your jaw dropped as you stared at him. “Why?”
“You are the only one I need. I grew tired of their touches and crave yours. I just have to wait till your wound heals.” He mumbled and moved his chin to rest on your shoulder. His big hands came up to rest on your soft stomach, “soon you will be round with my heir.”
“Heir?!”
“Yes.”
“This is insane.”
“Sanity has nothing to do with what I plan for us.” He pressed a kiss to your shoulder, his hands gently kneaded your tummy as thoughts of you full and round with his kid popped up. Oh how ready he was to finally have you and claim you.
“…you’re serious?” You stared at the tray of food, then down at his hands that explored your torso.
“Yes. Once again, I am not joking, human.” He huffed.
“…right. I still want to take care of the garden.” You were so confident when you said that, a mistake on your end.
“Have I not made myself clear? Must I make you understand another way?” Sukuna bit down on your shoulder, making you gasp before a squeal ripped from your throat as his hand dipped underneath your panties, cupping your cunt in a way that had you aching.
“Wait—“ You tried to grab at his wrist, but he was not having it. It merely made him slip a finger into you, to prove his point.
“You are no longer a servant. I do not touch my servants like this. You will understand this.” His voice was determined and stern as he curled his finger inside you. Slowly stretching you. And while, yes, he was doing this to prove his point, he’s also been holding himself back from touching you. And this? This was a great excuse to get his hands on you… and in you.
Moaning softly, your back arched against him as his middle finger, thick and long, curled inside you. And soon, his middle finger was joined with his ring finger.
“You will learn to rule by my side, I will not have it any other way.” He spoke against your ear, finding your reactions to his touch utterly delicious.
He abandoned the gentle approach and began to quickly fuck you with his fingers. The feeling of you squirm and moan against him had his cock(s) growing hard. “Does that feel good, human? Hm?”
You nodded your head quickly, and despite the pain in your leg, you couldn’t help but rock your hips against his hand, chasing the pleasure that had your muscles taught in need.
“I can feel you tighten around me, your body is so honest.” His other hand slipped under your arm before grasping at your tits. Squeezing and kneading the soft, heavy flesh.
“Kuna-!!” Your words were slurred as you continued to work your cunt like he knew it with his eyes closed.
Sukuna merely hummed in response, happy with simply watching you fall apart against him. He sighed in satisfaction when you finally came around his fingers, and he could feel how tight you squeezed.
“When you heal, I will claim you, and then you will be fully mine.” He murmured against your ear, a smug grin rose to his lips as you just whined in response, your body already growing tired. Eyes fluttering shut, in record time your breathing evened out and you’d fallen asleep against him.
“My weak little human.” He wrapped his arms around you in a protective hold, the feeling of finally having you in his arms was one he was rapidly growing fond of.
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—won’t let you leave his sight once he’s had you in his bed. After he’s fucking you for hours in multiple positions, and after a he ruthlessly dragged orgasm after orgasm from your poor cunt that your brain is completely empty save for him.
No, he’ll have all four arms wrapped tightly around you, keeping you utterly smooshed against his chest. No chance of escape. And anytime you try to squirm away from him, his arms just tighten around you. His teeth dig into your neck as a warning bite as he side eyed you.
His behavior only gets worse from the first time he’d had you. You quickly became his favorite concubine. Leaving the other women to get jealous, especially when Sukuna announced that you would take up a permanent residence in his bed chambers.
After an ‘accident’, the concubines attacked you, Sukuna had beheaded all of them. In one day— no, in one hour. You’d quickly taken root in his brain, and if you’d ask him he’d say you were like a parasite that demanded his affection. He just loved you.
And while you were happy to become the main focus of his attention, it wasn’t all good. Especially because Sukuna refused to let you out of his sight for majority of the day. Treating you as if you were some brain dead pup who’d shatter without him.
Now that was kind of pissing you off.
Especially when, if any of the male servants try to speak with you, he’d kill them. And eat them. That bastard.
One good thing, however, was every night, or whenever he wanted really, he’d have you pressed against him, cock fucking all the way up into your cervix. Constantly folded and malleable just for him as he’d force orgasms out of you even when you thought you couldn’t give anymore.
He was obsessed. Obsessed with you, your tits, the way your ass would jiggle every time you go up a flight of stairs or when he’d spank you for being ‘naughty’. He was obsessed with way you’d always draw him a bath after he’d been out all day, even when he demanded that that was a servants job. He didn’t push hard at all.
Every little thing you did, was perfect to him. Hell even when you’d get mad and eventually start screaming at him, your face just about going red. He thought it was so fucking sexy when you were pissed at him.
Of course, he’d never apologize verbally… but he would always make you ride his face or the large and freaky mouth on his stomach. For hours. Until you said you forgave him.
Yes, ever since Sukuna had taken your virginity that first night, he was a man possessed since.