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Your family can rot in hell.
Suffer agonizing, painful deaths for an eternity. Make them beg for mercy over what they did to you. All to save their skins.
Thinking about their torment is your main entertainment, not the various dancers in your line of sight, congratulating you for this insufferable day. Not even the musicians who are determined to play throughout the night to celebrate your union.
You want to get this night over with, so you can do what must be done.
The “man” that is Ryomen Sukuna yawns with exaggeration. That’s one thing you two share in common. His lowered eyes radiate boredom. A slight twitch to them like he wants to change his mind. You hope he does. This entire night befalls on him. With a swift change to his mind, this wedding can be over. Your family gone and so are you.
What would gone mean in your eyes? You’d run off, start a new life alone. Find someone you truly love. Who doesn’t care of your appearance. Your weight. Be in complete and utter bliss.
In Sukuna’s eyes, it’d mean slaughtering everyone in this room.
You decide to grin and bear it, eat and drink as much as you can. It’s why you’re originally here in the first place. You should enjoy the generous spread of meat, fruit, and sake. Push away the sickness in your stomach when every hour passes. The sun switching places with the moon and the air growing colder.
When all of the guests depart, your family doesn’t grace you with one last goodbye. They were the first ones to take their leave. To beat out the ongoing rush of everyone not wanting to overstay their welcome in Sukuna’s manor.
Tears threaten to rise up when you’re being prepared for bed. Your newfound servants giving you sympathetic looks as if they understand your pain. You married a monster after all. One who terrorizes villages, pillage and slaughters anyone in his path. The fact that you’re his wife subjects you to an unknown level of torment.
You don’t care.
Sukuna can eat you, take you apart limb from limb and savor on your flesh. You are prepared for this to be the last night living on this miserable Earth. If only you get to see the life of your family’s eyes fade away before you are consumed. But you cannot. Not ever.
Your face remains dry as you wait on the futon, distracting yourself with the moonlight that seeps through the bedroom. How it shines against the powder white sheets, radiating a comforting glow. Sukuna can’t see you upset. It’d ruin his appetite. Then you’d have failed to do your job. As his wife.
Wife. How long will that last?
Heavy footsteps occur outside. You grip the sheets when his gigantic silhouette makes way inside. Those red eyes glint against the moonlight, meeting yours instantly. Your stomach twists as his own licks its lips and flashes its fangs.
Is that where he will start? His stomach mouth is the quickest way to provide nourishment. You’d think he’s the type to savor his meal.
His robe, matching the color of the night sky drapes along his broad shoulders and all the way down to his ankles. You see the way his black tattoos sprawl across his body like a work of art. Proud of each and every one on his wide torso and abdomen. His face. A confused one.
“Why are you here?”
The gravel in his voice doesn’t help the burning in your chest. You have to steel yourself. You’ve made it this far.
“We are wed. Is it not custom for a wife to share a bed with her husband?”
“In other homes. Not mine. I requested your quarters to be down the hall.”
You shift, blinking momentarily. “I’m sorry? I was under the impression you’d want to spend time together.”
So he can eat you and be done with it.
Sukuna grunts, “And do what? I didn’t take you for a whore.”
“I am not one.” You abruptly stand, accidentally letting out what you’re truly feeling. “I have no desire to lay with a creature such as yourself.”
Your husband grins, no indication of wanting to remove your head from your shoulders. Although if he wanted to, he’d have done it already, knowing his power. The…magic he weilds. He was able to level buildings back home without so much as a single glance. It is as if he can kill you without you even knowing it.
“There you are. You’ve been hiding from me all night.”
“I have no idea what you are talking about-”
“You are angry.” Sukuna takes a step towards you, watching your face falter, lowering the facade. “And for once it is not towards me.”
You ball your hands into fists. Of course, he sees right through you. “I'm not angry.”
“It is not right to lie to your husband.” His head tilts with no hint of malice. “Besides, I didn’t endure hours of celebration for you to tell me otherwise.”
Why does he need to know why you’re angry? It’s none of his business, no matter if you two shared vows. They don’t mean anything. They never will.
“You endured the celebration for another reason.”
He raises an eyebrow, like he doesn’t know. Like his family didn’t openly admit to him when they gave you away. “And that is?”
“You’re not a fool.”
“Yet you ask me as if I am one. Do tell me what your role is supposed to be.”
Are you supposed to spell it out for him? He doesn't remember how your family presented you? Like a pig on a platter, all dressed up and ready to be eaten. But formed under the guise of marriage instead.
That is why Sukuna married you. Right?
“Nothing.” You sigh, the truth lingering on your tongue. There’s no need to entertain this further. Your energy is sapped due to the festivities and if he wants to play around with his food, you'd rather be well rested first. “I shall retire. Goodnight.”
Abruptly leaving the King of Curses is most likely grounds for extermination. No attack comes, however. Not when you make your way down the hall and to your own room. It’s not as huge as your husband’s, but it’s enough for you.
Sukuna wasn’t hungry. After the mountains of bones, both from animal and human flesh alike, he wouldn’t want to eat anymore. He’ll feast on you in the morning then. Right after you’ve had your breakfast.
Your servants dress you for the day. You let them, knowing it won’t matter once you step foot in the dining hall. Dust tickles your nose when you make the trek across. Cobwebs in the corners of the dark manor arrive under the sunlight. You swear the manor is cleaner when you stepped foot inside.
At least the dining hall isn’t swarmed with dust. Another spread is laid out before you and so is your husband. Idle. Food untouched.
His attire is the same as last night. Pink strands brushing his forehead, eyes once again watching your every move. You sigh, sitting next to him. You might as well enjoy a lovely last meal.
You can say that you were able to partake in spreads such as these. Back home, you had to haggle with four different vendors to get the quality of food you want to last for a week for a cheaper price. Your father berated you for making him look like a fool in front of the family since he didn’t have much success. Despite being a respective business man. And of course, your mother took his side.
‘It’s bad enough you’re larger than the rest of us. Must you always make us feel small?’
You mustn’t get upset. Not in front of him.
Sukuna doesn’t appear to be bothered by your presence. He indulges, chest rumbling at the taste of fresh fish, rice, and vegetables. For a man as large as he is, it's surprising to see him eat in a sophisticated manner. Perhaps it's because you’re here? But then, he didn’t eat like this during the ceremony.
If he keeps eating like this, he won’t have any room for you.
“Do you not want to eat me?”
He pauses. All four eyes lock on to your form, not a hint of annoyance in them.
“I am eating my breakfast.”
Your eye twitches, “You know exactly what I meant.”
“I'm afraid I don't have room for a wife. Maybe she should eat her meal and not disturb me.” He continues, licking his lips at the taste.
“Will you have room for me at all? You know why you married me. Don't act like you don’t.”
Sukuna sighs. The nerve of him to act like this when your fate lingers in the air. For what other reason would he have to say yes to your union?
“Acknowledging that ridiculous request for our marriage will get you nowhere. I decide what I want to do with you. Not your idiotic family, who thinks they are free the moment you stepped in my domain.” He points a chopstick at you, the neutral and annoyed emotions fluctuating. “Do not think your fate is decided because everyone else has done it for you.”
Sukuna grabs a leg, a human's, with a more feminine appeal as skin is smoked and dressed with plenty herbs, chewing on it with no care in the world. You should be disgusted, grimace in his direction about his choice of food. But it doesn’t rise in your heart. A mix of uneasy and relief washes over you.
Ryomen Sukuna doesn’t have any desire to eat his wife. That you know of. You should be glad about that.
Now what do you do?
You expected yourself to be dead after the festivities are over. In your husband’s belly. Since he lost any interest in eating you, it’s best to get accustomed to being his wife. His queen.
Your mother wasn’t the greatest in the world, but she at least taught you what you to do once you obtain a husband. Cook for him, clean the place where you two share a bed, be by his side as a supportive wife.
The first is taken care of. A small, white haired person tends to your husband’s meals. Uraume. Their cooking adequate enough for Sukuna to gorge and compliment with delight. No wonder he’s large.
The manor does need a nice cleaning.
You lost count at the abundance of dust bunnies, cobwebs and dead insects in corners that weren’t maintained by the servants. It leads you into investigating how many servants your husband keeps, only counting a handful. Two who serve you, two for your husband, and one who helps clean. The manor is gigantic enough to get lost in. At almost a week being here, you still can’t count how many rooms Sukuna obtains.
He needs more help in maintaining this place. And you surely aren’t going to reside in a home that’s not properly clean.
You demand Uraume to see the records. Any indication of income, what the Manor is worth, what Sukuna possesses to keep this place standing. Being his wife, you now have some stake to his home. Even if he does little to acknowledge it.
They don’t object, showing you a room packed with mess.
Offerings of ornate materials; vases, silk, furniture. All stuffed next to bags and bags of money. Mini statues shoved along the wall, various paintings of Sukuna’s likeness next to them. You even notice the jewelry that was given to you during the ceremony.
“Is there a reason why everything of value is in this room?”
Uraume pushes off a roll of satin from a desk, dust clouding their vision and yours. They reveal a gigantic book, very clear that this was originally not Sukuna’s. “Our Lord wishes to have everything in one place. Easy to remember.”
“Are you not worried about anyone coming to steal these?” They give you a look which answers your question. Anyone who dares try to steal from their King won’t make it past the garden before they are removed. “How were you able to survive off of this?”
“It helps that our Lord is feared. We take what we need. Meaningless trinkets have no place here.”
“You sound like him.” Uraume’s cold eyes flicker for a moment. It’s hard to catch what it is when they hand you a key.
“Our Lord would be grateful if you can organize this…mess. I’d very much like to focus on maintaining his health and wellbeing.”
“Is that all?”
Uraume glances at the cutlery stacked in a corner then back to you. “Yes.”
When the door closes, you cough at the dust in your throat, opening the window to let in some light then get to work.
Hardly anything is recorded.
What looks to be Uraume’s handwriting is listed on a few lines before stopping altogether. So you dig through everything in the room, setting side a place for currency, decorative goods, and miscellaneous items. Your servants help you tidy up, removing every bit of cobweb and insect legs.
The room becomes easier to breathe as your muscles ache. Night befalls you and exhaustion kicks in. You dismiss your servants, giving them an additional payment for today. To rest yourself you start adding in the currency you obtained into the books. It's impressive he’s able to have plenty of money to survive for a while. Be it that it was given or he stole it was another story.
You still have to count the furniture, what you can and can’t sell, see how much it will take to put these servants on a proper salary. So much to do and you know your husband isn’t willing to help.
It’s not like he can miss you in his bed, when you wake up in the same room you've been in. Face indented from parts of the book. Your back cricks, but you immediately go back to work, not wanting to stop until there’s some headway.
Your servant begs you to take a break so you can eat and bathe. You ignore her plea, requesting a bowl of whatever Uraume cooked sent here. And you don’t change your mind when it’s implied your husband is waiting for you. As if he cares about sharing meals with you. He’s only your husband on paper, not in the home.
You began to make order. Everything is notated in the book and you have a section of unnecessary items to get rid of. It’s good enough for you to take a break and have a bath drawn, before you get back to it.
Now you need convince Sukuna of hiring more servants, sell his precious offerings. Doing this will help sustain the Manor for years to come. And if he continues to pillage and slaughter neighboring ones, it'll be easy to add what is and isn't necessary to the pile.
Then you can invest in the home, make sure it can last for decades, centuries if possible. Your wardrobe as well. Maybe your husband’s. Although, would he care? You should just worry about yourself.
“You have been busy, wife.” You freeze by the opening, fresh and ready to go back to your unassigned duty. Sukuna stands by the desk, looking through pages of your records. Fascinated. “Going through my things. Making sense of the disorder.”
“Our things.” You correct, “What you own, I own.”
He gives an affirmative nod, “Of course.” Red eyes set upon you, noticing how you’re glowing under the midday sun. At least that’s what your servant said. “I thought you ran. Or you killed yourself in a part of the manor where I could not find you.”
“Would you eat me then if you found me dead?”
“Depends.” A thick finger trails across the book as he moves around the desk. His vary footsteps shake the room, make you grab the wall to keep stable. “Humans aren’t edible after twelve hours. A stench occurs and it is unappetizing.”
“Ah…” You don’t move when he makes his way towards you. Aiming your neck upwards to gaze upon him. “I won’t run or commit an unspeakable act. I have accepted my role in this affair.”
“As someone who keeps records of my path of destruction. And these foolish gifts from the village people.” You nod and his chest rumbles with amusement. You can’t help but take in the hint of spice Sukuna radiates, being oddly comforting. “I have never seen women bookkeepers.”
“I taught myself how.” You break eye contact, moving towards the desk. “Neither my mother and father are good with money. They couldn’t make deals or haggle. Get more out of what they had. It’s a miracle I was able to survive as I did when I was young.”
“Indeed.” Sukuna examines a large painting of himself, lip curled upwards. “Interesting that your father is lousy when it comes to business. Considering his stature.”
“A theory I've had was my grandfather accentuated the role. Making it easy for my father to maintain its status.”
“For how long, I wonder…”
It's a good question. If you weren’t given away, you always thought you'd take over. Much to your father's chagrin. Being a woman, already came with its challenges. Who would accept you if you decide to take over the business?
A question you can't concern yourself with anymore.
“Do you wish for me to stop?” The lack of women in a male dominated field such as mathematics, calculations is uncommon. There’s rumors where it’s said to deter potential suiters from finding a match as it intimidates them.
Sukuna doesn’t show signs of any of that. “No. Besides, you have already made progress. It would make sense for you to continue.”
Your shoulders relax. It’s the one thing you’ve liked in a long time that you want to continue doing. To heal the desire in your heart for revenge. Stave it for a while.
“Then, we must talk about increasing the servants in the manor. We need more for cooking and cleaning.”
Sukuna grumbles, “Is what we have not enough?”
“Not nearly enough. You may not be bothered by the filth in the halls but I am.”
“Who says I am content with the filth?”
“No one, but the garden, the dining hall, and your room cannot be the main priorities for cleanliness. My nose should not tickle when I want to take a stroll to the kitchen.”
He tsks, waving a hand away in your presence. “Fine. If you must.”
“Thank you.” You sit, opening the book to record how many servants would be adequate. Sukuna shifts, making his way out the door. “I am not finished with you.”
He freezes, narrowing eyes in your direction. “More business to discuss?”
“Yes. We need to hire contractors. And we have to decide what you'd like to keep in terms of your offerings.” You exasperate when seeing the list of his gifts. “Do you really need five decorative vases? Surely three is enough.”
Sukuna grimaces, taking a look at the book himself. His large, imposing presence radiates intimidation. Yet he doesn’t bring harm to you. Only taking into account of what is given to him and what's necessary.
You can’t relax in his space. Sukuna can change his mind any day now. Given your…attitude, it can speed up his decision.
Whatever. You wanted that in the first place.
“I trust your judgment. Sell what you want to sell.”
He locks eyes with yours. Those dark, red eyes give you solace. He trusts you? Is he just saying that because of your union? You've hardly heard of Sukuna being a man of his word. Unless it depends on who he's close to.
But you two aren't close. Just married.
“Okay.” You clear your throat, breaking eye contact. “I will have someone arrive to do measurements as well.”
“For what?”
“We should build our wardrobe. We have the finest silks here that can be used for such.”
Sukuna grunts, radiating an air of disinterest. “Focus on yourself. My size is difficult for the likes of them.”
“But you currently have clothes on your back now. So it is not too difficult.”
“Merely modified scraps.”
You roll your eyes, “My husband will have better clothing. That is all we'll say about the matter.”
With the endless amount of resources, there's no need for your husband to walk around in hand me downs.
“Fine. Is that all?”
“For now, yes.”
You don't stop him when he takes his leave, heavy footsteps growing faint after a moment's pass.
Once all the books are updated, you begin turning the manor anew.
Weeks are spent selling off the unimportant items. The statues and paintings take priority. You sell them to the highest bidder, not wanting to get gypped out of something that is of value. Plenty of buyers accept that the items are of rare quality, despite being made by the locals as Sukuna tells you.
Almost everyone buys your lie, thinking that having something in relation to the King of Curses will put him in his good graces. You didn’t have the heart to tell them the truth. Even when Sukuna watches you tell a story with your words. Intrigue and entertainment dancing across his eyes.
Other buyers are difficult in accepting your goods, mainly because of your status. How it doesn't matter that you're the lady of the home, Sukuna will kill you when he sees fit. Words typically spouted behind your back.
Except for this one time.
In that second, anger flashes through you. A reminder of what you had to deal with back home. Your place in your father’s business didn't matter as people expressed their ire towards you. All because you’re different.
But you’re not home anymore.
A smack resonates across the hall. The buyer holds his cheek, horrified as your servants run to see if you’re alright.
“Disrespect me again and it won’t just be my wrath you'll feel.”
Surely this can get you killed. If you tried this back home, it'd result in a trial. The buyer spits on the floor, quickly making his leave before the situation escalates.
You flex your hand as your servants try to rub the feeling away. Not a moment too soon those footsteps occur and your husband is in your view. Two eyes on you, two on your hand. He grimaces.
“An unsuccessful buy, I take it.” You nod and he starts rolling his shoulders, his neck, cracking his fingers. “I will wait a hour before I descend upon him.”
“A mere hour?” You huff before reassuring your servants that you're okay.
“It gives them time to panic then a momentarily relief before realizing they're dead.” Sukuna grins, lust for blood written all over his face.
“You don't need to kill him. Even if he was unsavory…”
“He disrespected you in our home.” His face straightens, the air turning tense. “I will not allow that. Even if we are not the traditional husband and wife.”
Blood rushes to your cheeks, causing an uptick in your beating heart. “I understand.”
You don't know if you should thank him or be on your way. No one has had the desire to defend you before. Not like this. And even if Sukuna’s methods are violent, it's better than nothing.
“Don’t get hurt.” You say.
Sukuna’s back tenses, highlighting each and every part muscle. You've never seen a man this…strong before. His tattoos paint sections of his back that you can't help but linger on. Especially at the dip of his lower back.
“I won't.”
Not a moment later, your husband returns. Hands adorned with blood and the buyer's head removed from his neck. Sukuna presents this to you like a trophy, proof that he is a man of his word. Your servants cower in disgust at the offer, but you can’t help but smile.
With your finances improved, it's time for renovation. Uraume brings you adequate builders for the job, wanting to build a better servants quarters and a larger kitchen. The men are paid handsomely, but stall when they realize whose home this is.
You spent a quarter of your day convincing them that Sukuna will not harm them, which you reiterate to your husband who merely scoffs at the request. He comments about not caring how anyone feels. That he was doing just fine with fear in people's hearts.
He can't survive on that fear for long.
After you convince him to stay out of their way, the builders get to work, improving the servants quarters. Work goes on throughout the day and lasts until the moon is high.
An expansion like this will take a while to finish. Plus, the quarters are still ways away from Sukuna’s room. If he needs anything, it will take a bit for them to arrive.
Your room, however, is not too far from his. Easy for your personal servants to come when they're called. But that would mean…
A realization strikes your head, forming a headache. Even if you're long gone, this will be an effective way for him to get care. You've married the man, now it's time to keep up some appearance.
Once you've finished your nightly routine, you stroll down the hall, past your room. Your footsteps slow reaching Sukuna’s door. The rise in your heartbeat doesn’t go unnoticed, but doesn't deter you.
You're just sleeping next to your husband.
The door opens and Sukuna is right there, arms folded, watching the door.
“It is you.” He says with a hint of surprise.
“Were you waiting for someone else?”
“Possibly. To see if they'd kill me. Wouldn't be the first attempt.”
You swallow, stepping inside and closing the door. “I'm not here to kill you. I'm here to rest.”
“In my bed.”
“In our bed. We are wed after all.”
“So you remind me…” He follows your footsteps around the futon, watching you admire the deep red satin sheets. “It's been a few months. Why share a bed with me now?”
“My room will be made into a room for our servants. Instead of finding another arrangement, I thought it'd be best for us to sleep together.”
Sukuna hums, not saying a word.
The futon is gigantic, clearly modified to give maximum comfort for a person such as himself. Still, you can’t help but think, words coming out your lips before you can stop them.
“Apologies if I take up too much space.”
“It’s big enough for the two of us.”
Ah, right.
You slip under the sheets, keeping a good amount of distance from Sukuna. He doesn’t complain when getting settled right next to you. How he shifts his back along the sheets, one hand up along the pillow, behind his head. Looking up at the ceiling, not closing his eyes quite yet. As if he’s trying to decompress from the day he had.
What a normal thing for him to do.
“How are the quarter’s coming along?”
“Fairly well.”
There’s a crisp silence. Your chest rising and falling opposite from his. You should be asleep now, you’re typically exhausted after directing the contractors and checking on their progress. But your eyes can’t fully close before opening back up again.
Sukuna isn’t asleep either, still pondering about his day.
“Do you have trouble sleeping?”
“No.” Sukuna grunts, “I can typically fall asleep in minutes.”
“Then…why are you not asleep?”
“My wife is in my bed. And she’s distracting me.”
You click your tongue, glaring at him. “If you are bothered by my presence, just say so.”
“I never said I was bothered. Don’t put words in my mouth.”
“I’m distracting you.”
“Yes.”
“How am I distracting you?”
Sukuna gives you a glance, before looking back at the ceiling. He changes the subject, “Tell me the real reason why you're here.”
You frown, “I already said it.”
“There is more than what you're telling me.”
There's no way to beat around the bush with him is it?
“We must keep up appearances. These workers will be new, observing the relationship we have together. It's better to look like husband and wife than to breed infighting in our own home.”
Sukuna scoffs, “As if these weaklings care.”
“You'd be surprised…” You mutter. “Trust me, you'll thank me later.”
“I've been doing that since you’ve arrived.” His tone wasn't annoyed, but simple. Stating the obvious. “Tell me, must you control everything in a home?”
“As if you were doing so well in caring for the manor under your guidance.”
The corner of his lips twitches upward at your sarcasm. “I have never had anyone teach me skills as these. Caring for a home, paying servants. I was a hopeless mistake. A pitiful one. I had to do what I had to survive.”
You blink, regret swimming in your chest. You want to apologize, the apology lingering on your tongue. But he doesn’t seem like the type of appreciate sympathy.
“While it’s…impressive, you did what you had to do in order to live, survival can stretch into making sure your home is well cared for. Your external needs extend beyond eating.” He huffs, not saying a word. But you’re still awake and you've actually learned something new about your spouse. That’s not what you expected.
“I don't have a desire for control.” You state, now lying on your back. “My parents got reckless after ten years of living with money and what it was spent on and I didn’t want everything to fall apart. They were my family, I didn’t want to live without them. Be alone…”
“Another survivor.” The way Sukuna says it gives you goosebumps. All low and deep.
“Yes…I guess so…” You yawn. Sukuna’s presence continues to provide an odd sense of relief. Security.
“Do you still desire survival in our home?”
You take a moment to think. “No.”
Not the answer you expected to come from your lips, but it’s the truth. You’re not struggling as you were back home. And you don’t want to go back to that at all. Not ever.
Silence befalls the two of you once more. Neither of you rush to say anything else, settling on lying next to each other, drifting off to sleep.
Sleeping with Sukuna isn’t as bad as you thought. When you awake, he remains on his side of the bed and you’re well rested, filled with plenty of energy for the day.
The decision to continue your union as husband and wife remains when you two walk down the hall together after getting cleaned up, eating breakfast side by side. You tell him about easing up on the flesh as it can cause his skin to turn. He sneers, saying he’s not a mere mortal to worry about the discoloring of his skin. But he dismisses Uraume with the batch of flesh that’s been rendered down.
Sukuna decides to accompany you in overseeing the contractors progress, doubling down that he won’t recklessly kill anyone. It’s odd when the contractors greet you both as lord and lady. Like you two come as a pair. A set.
Before you’d think it’s unnatural, but now you don’t cringe at the mention.
Your husband doesn’t have much input in the quarters. He gives a light threat to make sure they don’t destroy any of the architecture, planning to go back on his words if they do. He laughs. No one else does.
You wish you didn’t have as much contact with Sukuna as you did previously. Now, you get visits to what’s now your office. He makes conversation, mainly surrounding the manor’s upkeep. It surprises you that he’s interested, not willing to bring it up at all when you first started.
What the servants should do, what the cooks should learn how to make when they’re hired. It’s all jotted down in a separate page for later. Then the topic switches to dinner, what Uraume is making, that they can change it if none of the menu items are appealing. You never have a preference to food. You’d eat whatever you’re given.
If he’s not bothering you in your office, he’s beckoning you to the throne room. Or offering room. Where he sits when the nearby villagers bring him offerings, to appease him. So he won’t rain hellfire on their villages. You have to stay right beside him. It’s a wife’s duty after all. To watch her husband show little interest in whatever people give him.
All you see is more work for you to do when these gifts are accepted. Plenty of jewelry, robes, livestock, given to you two. Piled against the wall for you to organize.
More goods for you to sell, you guess.
At least things shift once the servants quarters are improved and you’re hiring plenty of workers. Each and every single person who wasn’t scared of residing right under Ryomen Sukuna’s nose. People who essentially have nowhere to go and need a purpose in life.
The manor becomes much cleaner. No signs of dust, dead insects. You can see yourself in the manor’s floors when walking with Sukuna one day.
It’s a sign that things are coming around. Improving in your life. In a way. Occasionally, you wonder if Sukuna picks this time, when everything is coming around, to decide that he’s going to eat you. Nothing happens though.
The servants have taken a shine to you, however.
Maybe it’s your inviting presence, that you’re less scarier than Sukuna, is what makes them flock to you. They thank you for letting them work here. Some stop by your office to give you small gifts of appreciation, paper cuttings and origami’s of birds or flowers. It’s a sweet gesture.
“And you tell me to sell my meaningless gifts.” Sukuna says, watching another servant quickly drop a bird on your desk before taking her leave.
“My gifts have value. Sentimental value.”
“So, you’d only accept gifts if they mean something to you.” You nod. Sukuna’s head tilts, proof that he’s thinking of something. Whatever it is, it can’t be good.
“What about you?” You ask while recording more of his gifts. “Everything the villagers have given you, you don’t like them.”
“Not everything.”
He doesn’t elaborate, giving you room to continue. “There must be something you'd like. Or enjoy. Don't say food either.”
Sukuna grunts, folding his arms in thought. He does it when he's wondering really hard about something. It's funny he's doing it for a gift request.
“The robes you have acquired me are adequate.”
You examine the blood red color of his attire, bits of gold and black intertwined. Little tigers at the hem too. He looks…nice. Not just nice, great even.
“I can provide more. We still have plenty of material.”
He nods, “I'd like that. It shouldn't be hideous either.”
“It won't.”
Not long after you made sure more adequate robes are made for your husband. All in a wide range of colors, helping him spread out from the simple black and white ones he wore. He gives you a glance and a subtle nod in appreciation.
You weren’t expecting a thank you, but the next day you're greeted with a bouquet of white and pink lilies. A large one too, all of them squeezed into a decorative vase.
Every time you see them it reminds you of Sukuna and you shift at the thought. You haven't recorded anything in your book as your husband invades your mind. That strong gaze of his, how he oddly comforts you when he's on your side, how you’re never alone when you're with him.
No. Clearly, you're deluded and need a break.
As the contractors continue to expand the kitchen, the project becomes much bigger than you expected. Everything has to be gutted, removed completely to replace it with entirely new furnishings. A stove, refrigeration, a pantry for various goods.
It causes your workers to scramble. Lost in how everyone will eat while the kitchen is redone. Uraume and you try to calm them down, redirect them to an alternative. Which requires the former to use their technique, making room outside to stockpile any food.
Which this is your first time really seeing sorcerers in action.
Sukuna used his technique one time, to draw attention when he descended upon your village one day, giving a warning to worship him or perish. It’s terrifying, but you didn’t know him. You’re unsure how you’ll feel if he uses it now.
Nonetheless, it took the entire day to set up an effective outdoor kitchen until the indoor one was fixed. Weight hinders your body’s movement as the trek back to your bedroom is slow. The bath you had almost lulled you to sleep a handful of times.
Your husband waits for you, as he usually does.
Those red eyes under the moonlight flicker when you climb onto the futon, muttering a soft ‘goodnight’ before falling asleep.
You must’ve sought comfort or maybe the room grew cold throughout the night, but when you awake you’ve been in Sukuna’s arms. Those thick, bulky muscles keeping you firm to his exposed chest, radiating heat. If you have a better mind, you’d pull away, express a boundary. But dealing with renovations have you staying underneath his arms, eyes growing heavier.
If Sukuna wanted you away from him, he’d push you away too. Not hold you tighter in the embrace.
The closeness helps to a certain degree. You feel lighter, comforted until you go back to work and see five more new things that need to be done compared to yesterday. All because someone misunderstood you or didn’t listen to what you said.
Now you’re exhausted with a migraine.
Even when you sit with your husband during the offerings, you droop, having trouble staying awake. Sukuna’s gaze keeps flickering towards you. Not filled with annoyance, but something else. You’d rather not get on his bad side.
“You’re killing yourself.” Sukuna states once the last of the offerings are carried to storage, leaving you and him in the room.
“I’m fine.” You sigh, “No one said renovating a home is simple.”
“But you don’t need to sacrifice yourself to do it. My wife should not have this much trouble.”
You rub your forehead, “Sukuna. It’s how I work. I cannot take a break until this is done. Something else will go awry if I do. You heard what happened the other day with the new oven.”
“And you didn’t want me to kill the imbecile who ruined it.” He huffs as if he’s remembering that a new one had to be redone as their builders grabbed the wrong stone. “A mistake wouldn’t happen after that.”
“Then we’d lose morale. And the new kitchen would be delayed.”
He grumbles and your lips twitch in subtle amusement. Is this what wives experience when their husband’s worry about them?
“The kitchen should finish in two weeks time. Then I might be on bed rest for a week.”
If Sukuna doesn’t decide to eat you then.
“That is not satisfactory.” Sukuna stands, looking down at you. “Come with me. I know of a place to ease your burden. For a while.”
He outstretches a hand, waiting for you to take it. The gigantic palm that can crush you in any minute, now offering solace.
You slide your palm in his, “Not too long. I need to get back to the workers in a bit.”
Sukuna rolls his eyes and you follow.
There's a pathway behind the garden that stretches up a hill. You feel the heat radiating from his hand. The most contact he's given you since the two of you became husband and wife. Besides cuddling in bed.
“The path is steep. I'd rather not catch you if you fall.” He explains.
You don't argue or pull away, letting him lead you up the path. Over the hill, there's a river and a small waterfall in the distance. And to the right a spacious spring overlooking the manor below.
A hot spring.
You stop with uncertainty. This is what he meant by relaxing?
Sukuna glances back with lowered brows, “What?”
“I…”
You've never been to a hot spring before. Not because of disinterest, but of the fear that people would see you in your most vulnerable state. It's bad enough others were rude to you with clothes on. If they're off, who knows what they might say.
“This is my first time being here.”
“No one will disturb us.” He states, “It’s just you and I.”
“But…” Your words trail off, letting Sukuna lead you the rest of the way.
Towels are displayed on a rock by a lake, fresh, recently put there. Sukuna goes off nearby to clean himself up, leaving you alone to do the same.
Your husband was bound to see you naked at some point. You hope to be devoured before that happened, but your fate lingers in the air. Now he must see you in all your glory. Every curve and stretch mark.
He'll judge you, comment on your size for his amusement. Make you feel worse than you already are about this debacle. How is this supposed to be a relaxing time for you?
When you freshen up, wrapping the towel over your body, anxiety lingers on your legs. During your trek over to the spring, negative thoughts surge of how Sukuna would react to your naked body. The weight getting worse when you see him already in the water, head propped up on his fist in waiting.
He's always waiting for you.
You try to go as far as you can away from him. Maybe the distance will ensure he doesn’t view you up close. If anything, he might change his mind in eating you.
Those eyes aren't missed when your towel goes away, bearing your all to him. There’s no look of disgust. Instead, they go up in interest. Interest?
Carefully, you step in, the heat from the water soothing any bit of anxiety you have. The tense from your muscles dissipates into the water, leaving you serene, a low sigh escaping your lips. No wonder plenty of people take trips to the hot spring.
“Better?”
You nod, slinking down in the water. The sun rays aren’t beaming down on you, clouds doing what they can to block them away. Only the sounds from the chime that hangs from the tree and birds matching its tune. No servants coming to ask you questions as you make your way down the hall. No contractors asking for your input despite you giving it twice already.
Just you and Sukuna. Together. Alone.
His muscles relax in the heat, two arms draped along the sides while the other two rest by his side. A drop of water slides down from his thick neck, combining with another droplet on his pectoral, before joining the pool. Sukuna’s strength reels you in. You’ve been sleeping aside this mountain of a man for a while now. Walking next to him. Eating beside him.
And he displays it around like it’s nothing.
“My wife should never feel stressed in her own home. What kind of husband would I be if I allow that to happen?”
Your lips purse. “Since when do you care about how I feel?”
“Ever since you’ve arrived.” He admits, those heavy eyes never changing. It stirs intrigue in your gut, but you push it away. “You’re fascinating. Your family could’ve been dead months ago and yet, you don’t do anything about it.”
“I can’t. Besides, I shouldn’t desire ill will towards them. Even if they deserve it.”
“They do.” Sukuna shifts closer to you, the water rippling against your bodies. That lovely scent of spice hits you, beckoning you to come closer. And you do, just enough to where you strain your neck to look at him.
“They’re incompetent. They let you handle most of the finances, belittle you, and then decide to give you away to buy them time to run. Abandon you after everything you’ve done for them. I’d desire revenge.”
You shake your head, despite agreeing with him. “If I take actions to cause them harm, it will fall back on me. It has happened many times. When I was young, I got my comeuppance from a boy who pushed me into the mud. And my family made me apologize to him in front of everyone then scolded me. The same will happen if I try.”
Sukuna rolls his eyes, “The first time I’ve seen you show cowardice. You’ve never expressed that fear around me.”
“That’s because I didn’t know you and you didn’t know me.”
“You knew I slaughter innocents who order me around.”
“I did.”
A harsh laugh escapes him, one that ignites your heart. The way Sukuna’s head goes back, clearly showing you his wet Adam’s apple. Why is everything about your husband suddenly highlighted?
“You were truly ready to die.”
You were. Still are. But the closeness Sukuna gives you makes you reconsider. Would living with him like this be so bad? You haven’t had much complaints.
“If you didn’t like to be ordered around, why didn’t you kill me?”
Your heartbeat beats against your chest when his is so close to you. It’s hard to tell if the heat is coming from the hot spring or from Sukuna. Who looks down on you like he’s hungry. Is this it? Will he eat you right here?
“You’re brave to talk back, knowing of your possible fate.” His knuckles drag along your cheek, making you shiver. “When you speak like that, excitement courses through me. Like a spark. My spark.”
His spark? His? He’s calling you…
“Sukuna…” You exhale, hand on his forearm for stability. “You can’t.”
He frowns, but makes no effort to pull away. “Even now, you’re still ordering me around. I’ll only let it go on for so long.”
“As if I’m hindering you.”
A finger curls under your chin, tilting your head upwards. You take a deep breath, wanting to hold it in as long as you can. The proximity of your husband makes you dizzy. Everything about him makes your mind swarm with those thoughts. It’s ridiculous.
You should pull away. You shouldn’t submit to his weird display of charms. Some part of you doesn’t deserve to have this. Have him.
But if you think that, why aren’t you pulling away?
“No one deters me.”
His lips connect with yours. You’ve never been kissed before. You know of kissing, what it looks like. To experience it? It’s by far what you have expected.
All the parts of you that has settled comfortably with Sukuna and his existence. The strolls, the meals together, the closeness side by side when you slumber. You melt into the embrace with that in mind. Succumbed to the spice and fresh dew.
Your fingertips dig into his skin, easily catching up to your husband’s movements. How his kiss is rough and yet not enough to push you away. Just proof that the desire is strong, unwavering. Sukuna shows you what to do, opening his mouth for your tongue. His chest rumbles when they collide, that gruff sound striking your core.
He’s pulling you in deeper and you want dive in first. Just for a little while longer.
A soft slap occurs as his hand meets your hip, pulling you in further. The force causes you to moan underneath him. Your back presses along the smooth rocks, your legs unironically spread to pull him in. Something hard grazes your thigh. Well, two…somethings. Is this…the appendage men have?
You’ve seen it once in a book you read earlier to bide time in the manor. The drawings a bit faded, but you got the gist. The contact of it…them against your skin makes you shiver. You clutch on to him when he pulls at your lip, before latching on to your neck.
It’s impossible that he feels wonderful. His teeth finding your pulse and biting down. Overpowering you as an attempt to gain back some control. Your thighs clench, unashamedly moaning in his ear. Those gigantic hands of his cups your bottom, trying to maneuver you into a better position. So he can…
No, you can’t do that. That’s not why you are here.
You resist, gently pushing him away to catch your breath. Sukuna’s pupils are blown wide, that hungry look makes your stomach churn.
“We should stop…I still have important duties to attend to.” He doesn’t speak, the rise and fall of his chest matching yours. Like he’s trying to decide whether to obey or defy you. “You should go first. I need a moment.”
That’s when he stands, water rolling off his physique to show you all of him. His hard abdomen shining while his manhood greets you. Both of them, standing tall and proud. One on top of the other, thick, black ink at the base. He’s girthy, tips glistening under your gaze.
You can’t look away when he strokes the top cock, all slow, pushing the water off. Not once looking away from you. Your face burns, your breath doesn’t quite reach your lungs. Your cunt clenches around empty space the more you watch him.
“Do you really want to stop?”
No, it’s what you want to say. But he can’t like you like this. Not when all along you’re still thinking of your true purpose.
“Y-Yes.”
“You hesitated.”
Shit.
“Yes.” You gulp, forcing yourself to look him in the eye. Resisting the urge to touch him. “I told you I didn’t want to be gone long. And the kitchen still takes priority. I do appreciate your attempt in helping me relax, however. I won’t forget this.”
He squints, adding more sensations to your core. “You say this as if this was a business transaction. When we are more than that.”
“We are.”
Sukuna lets go of himself and stares at you. Waiting for you to change your mind. To see if you want to continue the attempt at helping you relax. You remain silent, causing him to get out, not ashamed to give you the full view of him.
If only you can give him the same courtesy.
After all this time, you’ve never thought of being interested in Ryomen Sukuna. His name, his presence should give way to the type of man he is. He’s feared. You should fear him, even as his wife. But you can’t.
Truth be told, you can’t recall when you’ve been scared of him after first seeing him at your village. His physique, his power, his mindset should make you afraid. Yet, you linger on his form. Even after the hot spring debacle. His gigantic hand holding chopsticks during dinner time. How he reaches over to give you extra vegetables. Deciding to not eat human flesh tonight.
Your heart spins.
Why does he want you?
That vary question lingers when you share the bed. Sukuna never leaves your frame. You wonder if he wants to continue what he started earlier, but he doesn’t, getting some sleep. Disappointment hovers over you then stops.
Why are you disappointed? You shouldn’t expect him to continue to express his desire for you. His wife. That’s not why you’re here.
Sukuna doesn’t make any further advancements.
He remains at a distance. Idle. As you finish overseeing the kitchen, the contractors finishing earlier than you expected. You know he’s waiting for you to decide. Figure out what exactly you want from him. What you want him to do.
You’ve said what you want a bunch of times while your heart betrays you.
It’s time to clear the air, get him to do it. So all of these feelings can stop blooming into something more.
That’s why you walk in his offering room, not wanting to be by his side this time when he beckons you. Because you know your plans will be thwarted if he says what you want to hear.
Sukuna sits on his throne, the same bored expression he has when he’s offered a thing he doesn’t want. You exhale, not wanting to step up and sit beside him, standing tall and proud in front.
“Why did you marry me?”
He sucks his teeth, unmoving. The servants are dismissed, leaving you and him inside. Less witnesses just in case he decides to kill you. “Why do you wish to know?”
“Answer the question. It doesn’t matter why I want to know, I just do.”
Sukuna shifts, sitting up, heavy eyes on you. He scans every inch of your body, jaw moving. You’re not sure if he already knows the answer or if he’s making it up on the spot.
“I was bored.” You blink, not losing the facade for a moment when he continues. “I’ve thought about marriage out of curiosity, to see how a partner would fit into this cesspool of uncertainty. I didn’t care who I’d be wed to, I wanted the first opportunity that came along.”
You swallow, twisting your palms in your kimono. “And that’s why you chose me? I’m sure there are other people who has sent you requests like this before.”
“There have been.” That confession makes your heart burn. Have there been others before you? Where are they? Did Sukuna kill them? Like he will do with you? “But they were boring and afraid. While it’s entertaining to see, I wanted more.”
“Then…I see why you chose me.”
He nods, “You’re not a fool so I won’t go back on what I said during our time together. It still remains.”
You shake your head, “But you know of my stature.”
“I do.”
“I am large. Heavy.” You press, fingernails digging into your palms.
“As am I. Yet you don’t hear me complain.”
You glare in his direction. “I am supposed to be eaten. Not to play husband and wife for months on end. Waiting for you to strike at my most vulnerable moment. When your home is clean, bed is warm, with a full belly. We should not…”
You shakily exhale, not scared at all. It's unsure what you're feeling. A combination of anger and arousal. Hopelessness. Hope. Under that neutral gaze of his.
“You should not desire me. Not when I haven’t fulfilled my purpose.”
Sukuna glares at you. He’s never gave you that look before. “You continue to tell me what I should and should not do. Like I'm a pet that's supposed to obey.” He stands, taking a step down. “For someone with such a big mouth, your head is dense. Very disappointing.”
Each step equates to a stomp, an expression of how he truly feels about this. About you. You don’t move, you don’t run. His wrath is in your vicinity.
He's handsome when he's angry. That crick in his brow, lips twisting. How his muscles restrict under his kimono, veins occurring on his hands. People say to pray he doesn't see you in his state. You don’t see why.
Sukuna opens his kimono, letting it fall during each step. His stomach mouth greets you with a lick of its lips. This is it. This is what you’re waiting for.
“Will you be satisfied if I give you what you want?”
“Yes.” You swallow, making eye contact.
He exasperates, frowning. “Fine, I shall eat you.”
Your robes open, falling to the floor until you're in your undergarments. He picks you up, angling you above his stomach. He’s so close. His breath siphoning your own.
When that second mouth of his opens, you accept your fate. Eyes closed, ready to no longer be apart of this earth. The times you’ve spent with Sukuna were for nothing. In the end, he always saw you as someone to devour. Not his spouse.
There's a long, drawn out lick on your sex.
You gasp at your legs spreading apart and a grip on your jaw. Sukuna keeps you like this as another lick occurs, spreading your lips, engaging your sensitive bud.
“W-What are you-”
“Be quiet.” Another lick and your knees wobble.
“Don’t tell me to-unh…” You grip his bicep, holding up your undergarments so he can get all of you.
Saliva coats your cunt, making a mess between your thighs. Sukuna’s mouth laps at your sex thoroughly, tongue pushing into your sweet hole then circling your clit. He’s holding you up, spreading your thighs with a mighty grip. Fingertips into your skin as an effort of restraint.
There's no talk of how heavy you are, nor does he struggle in keeping you like this. A testament for you to understand that he can handle you. In anyway you want.
“Sing for me.” He commands while sucking your clit.
You moan along his lips. Sukuna stutters, pulling you into a heavy kiss. He groans against your soft lips, biting your bottom one and inviting you to explore more. You accept his invitation, greeting his tongue with your own. A gasp shifting into a satisfying moan.
Your fingernails dig into his skin, creating marks. Sukuna reveals in the pain from a raspy groan, his grip faltering.
Your back hits the floor, lips never parting once. There your legs open as wide as they possibly can, allowing him to feast. A jolt of pleasure shoots through you. An attempt to close your legs is halted by your husband’s strength.
“Sukuna…” You sigh, head back, focusing on every lick and suck. Every flick of your bud causing a rumbling in the pit of your stomach. The way his large tongue fucks your hole, makes your toes curl. Thank goodness the servants are gone. They can’t see you like this.
“Look at me.”
He angles your hips upwards so he can hit that one spot. Those eyes, once angry, now soft. Drawing you in, enticing you to a flow of ecstasy. You can’t run away. You don’t want to. The joy you wanted ever so much wasn’t going to escape your grasp. Sukuna tightens the reigns for you.
Your body trembles under his hold, his mouth helping your orgasm flow with each slurp. A strangled cry launches through you as Sukuna holds you tight, determined to let you feel this high again. And it's everything you’ve ever imagined. A swirl of ecstasy and satisfaction from the tips of your toes to your fingertips. All until you're a pool of nothing, unable to feel.
A kiss brings you back to the living. Almost taking away your ability to breathe until you're gasping under his embrace. You don’t know what to say. What you should say.
Sukuna doesn’t let you, face sliding down your body. Nudging into your clothed breasts, your round belly, admiring plumpness of your thighs, before hovering over your cunt. Taking in how wet it is, soaked from his other mouth.
“You’re not done yet.”
His mouth latches on to you again. He groans into your pussy, all four eyes closed to drink you in. He holds you still with a thick arm on your body, giving a grope to your breast.
You slink deeper, crying out in pleasure. Reveling in the fact that your husband is enjoying you. You grip his hair, directing him to where he should taste. He follows as always.
You grind your hips along his face, chasing that high you just had. You trail your hand up his huge arm, squeezing the top of the hand that fondles your breast. He should never stop. Not when you're like this. Accepting that this is how everything will be with him.
“I'm…I'm right there…” Your breath hitches, bucking against his face.
He growls as a warning but doesn’t let up in exploring you. Spitting on your cunt, sucking on your clit until your vision goes white. This orgasm coming through like a rush, making you moan louder, harder for him. Almost screaming for him.
Sukuna doesn’t let up on his descent, licking and sucking until there’s nothing left of you. Consuming any energy you have.
He's above you, licking his lips as if he’s satisfied. “You have fulfilled your purpose, my little spark…”
You pull him down for another kiss, wanting any and all of him. Tasting yourself, not backing away to reconsider. You don’t care about being eaten. All you want is him. Only him.
“My Lord.”
A wave of energy destroys a nearby vase. Sukuna growls when breaking away from the kiss. “What is it?”
It's Uraume, not giving any special attention to your predicament.
“I have found them for you.”
Sukuna grins, making your eyebrow raise. Who was he searching for? Was this another excursion you're just now hearing about?
“Say the word.” He says, looking back down at you. “Say it and I will give you what you wished for since we became husband and wife.”
Oh.
Your mouth gapes, nothing coming out just yet. If you say this, there's no turning back. But it's always been that way ever since Sukuna became your husband.
You swallow, caressing his cheek, thumb right under his second eye. “Do it.”
He grins, flashing those canines of his. “Excellent. We shall leave momentarily.” He tells Uraume who departs.
“Don’t die…” You bite your lip, holding back a surge of emotions. “I will hate you forever if you do.”
Sukuna chuckles, feeling the rumble of his chest, squeezing to your thigh. “No one can kill me, wife. Don’t worry.”
Yeah, that’s what you’re doing. Worrying. Worrying about a man who you first thought was a monster. He may still be in some retrospect, but to you he’s just your husband. Who’s about to give you a gift.
If you ever saw your family again, you never thought about what to say to them when you see them. A part of you wanted them to come back, crying, begging on their knees that they’re sorry. About everything they’ve done to you. Said to you. Lowering your self-esteem and ruining any chances of you finding a generous partner.
They’d want to convince Sukuna to back on their deal with him, run away with you by their side. Die together if Sukuna decides to finish you off. Would that change your feelings towards them? Maybe. At the end of the day, they’re still your parents.
Yet, you wouldn’t trust them anymore. Their betrayal still stings in your heart. Even now when you think about them, waiting in the garden for your husband to come back. How can you look at them as your parents again when you’ve already made a new life for yourself? With a man who’s just as much as a reject as you?
It’s good to just let them run. Start a new life somewhere far from you.
That decision sits with you all night. When you’re alone in the futon, unable to close your eyes, your husband not beside you. When you eat breakfast, missing the scent of roasted flesh. When you’re in your office, idly jotting down notes in hopes he comes home.
You’re happy now. To a degree. Why should your family ruin it?
“My lady.” Your servants call, “He’s back.”
Immediately, you stand, rushing out the room.
That large, intimidating presence creates an uptick in your heart when you go to the front of the manor, two people quivering in front of him. Your parents. Clothes slightly torn, your father’s nose stained with blood. Like two thieves who got caught stealing.
“They’re fighters.” Sukuna grunts, “Fought like rats when I caught them.”
You beckon him closer, noticing the scratches, blood dried on his skin. “You need a bath.”
“Later.”
Words fall from your lips as you see your parents cowering in front of him, on the verge of tears. You want there to be a sense of remorse, regret for putting them in this situation. But will they feel the same for you?
“Where were they?”
“At a pier cities away, ready to head west. I’m surprised they waited so long to leave the country, knowing I’d find them.” Sukuna grins when a finger raises your father’s chin, admiring the broken nose.
You clench your fists. “Why did you two take so long to leave? Wasn’t that the plan all along? To give me to Sukuna while you run for your lives? What happened?”
Your mother raises her head, whimpering, holding her side. She looks pathetic. “We…didn’t have enough money…We went overboard during your ceremony.” Of course, they did. “We were just so ecstatic to have a chance at freedom that we overspent.”
“Idiots.” Sukuna spits.
You sigh, kneeling in front of them. Those sorry, sad faces ruminate in your chest. They’re pitiful. Never have you ever seen your parents look like that. Towards you nonetheless.
“How was it? The freedom you two had?”
Your parents look at each other, mildly shocked. Your father sniffles, wiping away the blood from his nose. “Horrible. We didn’t have you, our lovely daughter, with us to enjoy ourselves. Free from that tyrant.” He snaps at Sukuna who doesn’t say anything. But he’s still there. His presence is never missed.
“You were planning to come back for me? Take me away from here? As an apology?”
“Wife-”
You glare back at Sukuna, shaking your head. He can’t interfere. Not yet.
Your mother and father grip your robes, tugging on the fancy fabric with desperation. “Yes, yes we were. We just wanted to get settled and then we were going to come back for you. We swear.”
“We could never leave you with the likes of him. You’d think we would give you up and not come back?”
“What types of parents would we be to do that to you?”
Tears rise to the surface, desperate to escape and stain your cheeks. With one swoop you embrace them, head between their shoulders. Any tears that do come out stain their clothes, removing the dirt.
You want to believe them. Understand that they had a change of heart. That they wouldn’t abandon their only daughter. With each squeeze, each moment, the few teardrops that fall makes it clear for you.
You pull away, cupping your parents faces, a low smile rises on yours.
“I don’t forgive you.”
Their shocked reactions are irritating, but you don’t show it. When you stand, you look back at Sukuna, his eyes immediately on yours. That bit of irritation softening from his features.
“Please, don’t make a huge mess.”
Sukuna’s sadistic smile is pleasing. He flexes his hands as your parents struggle to get up, ready to flee from his wrath. “I shall make no promises.”
“We’re sorry!” Your father yells, backing away. “We shouldn’t have done that to you.”
“Please!” Your mother chimes in, “We were only doing what’s best for you!”
What’s best for you would be support. No talks about your weight, your skills. Not have any concern towards how you’ll make them look to others. They should’ve loved you unconditionally. Not turn on you when things got bad. When Sukuna showed up to wreck havoc into your lives.
If he didn’t do that, you wouldn’t have him. Continuing to be miserable for the rest of your life. And that’s not what you want. Not now, not ever.
“Don’t let him do this!” Your mother shouts when Sukuna grabs your father’s throat. You remain silent, listening to your father’s screams before his throat is ripped out. He quakes, struggling to stop any blood flow pouring from his neck as your mother screams. Her cry piercing your ears.
She attempts to run to the front door, making a break for it as your father bleeds out on the pristine marble floor. The color in is eyes fading until there’s none left.
Sukuna is fast, catching up to your mother and putting a hand right through her chest, removing her heart. She jolts in shock, her legs shaking then giving out. The thud from her body ripples the pool of blood forming around your father. A silence following its wake.
Your husband tosses the heart away; hands, chest, pants, decorated in blood splatter. When he makes his way towards you, you don’t move. Despite covered in blood, you don’t complain in the embrace, his face in your neck.
“Don’t let go…” You whisper, “Not yet.”
He obliges, settling you in his arms. The screams of your family fill you with uncertainty. You wish it didn’t have to end with death, no matter how much you desired revenge. But as each growing moment passes, the hole in your heart, which wasn’t as big as it was previously when you married Sukuna, slowly fills.
You won’t get better in a day, but it’s a start.
When you part, Sukuna cups your face. You lean into it, then grimace at the blood and bits of flesh. “Can we bathe now?”
“It’s just blood.” He demonstrates by licking his fingers, getting rid of the excess amount.
“My parents blood.”
“Which is what you wanted.”
You did and you don’t regret it.
It still doesn’t stop your sluggish movements, how you trail off as the bath is being prepared. Remnants of your parents screams echoes in your ears. Their lifeless bodies flash in your mind.
They’re gone. They’re truly gone.
You can’t expect any surprises, any random notices to acknowledge that you still exist. There’s nothing left. You’re the only one.
Ready to live your life.
Sukuna’s intense gaze never leaves yours. Not when you’re in his arms, making sure soap doesn’t get in his eyes. Thumb smearing away the water droplets for two whole minutes. Letting you sit with the idea that you’re his now. Only his.
“I shall let you grieve.”
You blink, looking into his eyes. “What?”
“You heard me. Even someone such as yourself will mourn the lack of absence of their parents.” His face remains neutral, although his tone laces with disapproval.
“I’m.” You hold your tongue, ready to tell a lie. Instead, your hand finds his hair, the water slicking back those soft strands of his. “The hatred in my heart hasn’t faded, but I will still mourn them. I am not heartless and I don’t care if you disagree.”
“Are you implying that I don’t have a heart?”
“You do. Just not for them.”
You’re unsure if his heart lies for you either. But you don’t say that. Only time will tell if Sukuna truly cares for you or if he’s biding his time. The only thing you can do is enjoy this moment.
When you press a kiss to his forehead, over his eyelids, nose, cheek and finally his lips, it seals the deal. He follows, a firm hand on your back, letting you take the lead. You want to steal his breath away. Sap away his strength. Until all he knows is you, your wife. His queen.
You slide past his lips, greeting that pink muscle. They dance, your breaths synchronizing during each point of contact. Your tongue hits the roof of his mouth and a groan is his response. Sukuna grips your thick thigh, dragging his nails along them. The scratches makes a satisfying burn along your skin, a moan following after.
The water ripples when he shifts, spreading his legs wider. The feel of those dual cocks isn’t lost on you, poking the underside of your rear. You don’t know how they’re going to fit inside you. But you’re ready, ready for anything he gives.
“Help me grieve.” You rasp, breath fanning his lips. “Make me forget. Just for a little while…”
He scoffs, hand tracing your backside. “Another demand.”
There isn’t any other complaints when he kisses you again. He pulls you towards him roughly, breasts smashed against his chest while your tongues clash. Both of you fighting to see who steals each other’s soul. To see who’s the first to pull apart.
You do, a string of saliva connecting the two of you. Sukuna latches on to your neck, licking the water away before dragging a fang across your skin. Gooseflesh summon on command, coating your entire form. He then bites, not enough to draw blood, but enough for your nails to dig into his shoulders. Your cunt clenches then flutters when he sucks that same spot.
Sukuna grunts at the indent your nails make on him, continuing his journey along your skin. Your neck covered with bites, miniature scratches. His hands grip you during each action, molding your skin, groping at each bit of it.
He finds your thighs, fondling every fat, growling in appreciation at how it bends along his palm. A moment of surprise occurs when he lifts you up, but there’s no worry that he’ll drop you. That doesn’t cross your mind when he kisses your breast. The tops of it before moving down to your areola, licking around it then finding your nipple to suck on it.
You clutch his head, mouth agape at the sensation. He sucks hard, using his other hand to push his palm against your other nipple. It’s hard to find more relief. He practically has you up in the air, water rippling under your thighs, your spread cunt. You want to roll your hips against something as he gives attention to your nipples.
“Sukuna…” You call, tugging his hair. “Please…I need…”
“You’re making demands.” He grunts after a wet pop occurs from your nipple. “I will stop if you continue to do so.”
You tiff, ready to retaliate when knuckles graze along your clit. As Sukuna licks, sucks, nibbles on your other breast, he rolls that knuckle along your bud. Slow at first, following the pace of how he gives attention to your breast. Your head lolls to the side, kneading his skin under your palm. You want more than this measly touch, but if you say that he’ll stop.
There’s nothing wrong with showing it though.
You roll your hips along his hand, jolting at how his knuckle hits your clit. You do it again, exhaling under your breath.
He catches what you’re doing and moves his hand. Before you complain at the lack of contact, a thick finger pursues your hole. All you can do is hold your breath, clenching around it. His tongue before felt large. With his finger, it feels bigger.
Sukuna’s eyes flutter back as his finger goes into you bit by bit. “Fuck…you’re tight…”
He pulls away, chin on your chest, watching you as he pulls his finger out before pushing it back in. You bite your lip, getting used to the pump of one finger. Relaxing during each insertion. His thumb circles your clit during each push, your toes curling at the feeling.
As another finger comes in, you’re leaning back. Sukuna leans forward, eyes going between you and how your pussy is taking in his huge fingers. Disappearing in and out of you with ease. His bicep bulging, water highlighting the outline of his muscles. Those dark eyes lowering with intent.
It’s a pleasing sight. One that flutters your core. The dexterity of his fingers, how the water sloshes during each movement. You push into his hand, wanting more. Needing more. Sukuna gives you a warning growl, pulling you closer to him, angling you in a way he pushes in a third finger. Palm making quick, circular motions on your clit.
Your sex flutters, causing that familiar sensation to rise. It lingers in your stomach before rising and rising. Going all the way up to your chest. Your mouth gapes, clutching your husband’s arm as the feeling doesn’t cease. It suddenly shoots across your entire body, causing you to shiver and quake in his hold, crying out for him.
Sukuna keeps sustaining that feeling, brows furrowed, movements refined. It makes you jerk and twitch until you can’t take anymore, gasping for air. He gives you a chance to breathe before he steals another kiss.
“That was…” You sigh along his lips, “oh my…”
“Will you stop me again?” He asks, tone serious, stare filled with lust.
“No…no I won’t.”
Sukuna carries you with a purpose. Not caring of the mess you two make in the bath. Or the regard of your clothes being left behind. He makes a straight trek to your bed, dropping you.
You yelp, rough hands turning you around on your stomach. The futon dips as he lifts your hips up, your bottom in the air. Cool air surrounds you, especially your core. You can’t help but tremble. Is he going to penetrate you like this? You won’t be able to see his face.
“I need more.”
You’re unsure what that means when a long lick occurs from your cunt to your asshole. You shudder, digging your fingers into the sheets when another occurs. A gentle nibble appears on your rear before giving you another lick. Parting your pussy lips, grazing your bud. A loud slurp graces your ears, causing you to moan against the futon.
The position leaves you vulnerable, baring your all to your husband in a strange way. You can’t complain. Not when another slurp occurs, making you dig your feet into the mattress. Sukuna has a firm hand pressed on your back so you don’t move. His other hands grope your thick ass, shaping it as if he’s entranced by it’s motion.
He spreads your cheeks, causing another lick to coat your little hole. You whimper, shifting under his hold.
“Relax, wife.” He commands, soft, gentle.
You try to when a tongue licks across your sex again. The tip of it flicking your clit, giving it easy, small licks, enough to stimulate you. Pouring all your strength into your legs, making sure they hold up your lower half. You push against him and he swats your bottom, a sigh and a moan occurring.
“Be patient. I thought you know better than this.”
“Not if you continue to tease me.” You glare back at him.
A devilish grin plasters on his face, his cocks jumping at the same time as your threat. He bends down, burying your face between your full cheeks. Breath fanning them. With a lick and a prod to your hole, your eyes go wide.
Never had you thought of your husband wanting to pleasure you…there. Was this something that all husbands like to do with their wives? You didn’t remember your mother bringing it up when talking about your wifely duties.
Ah right, your mother.
No cause of regret can linger when he groans against your bottom. Spitting on your hole before licking once more. It makes your body tingle, leaving you only to just lie there and take it. It doesn’t help that his fingers pushes into your other hole. Pumping at a moderate pace while rolling your clit.
Your mind clouds, causing you to lack any thought. Sukuna is a relentless being. He doesn’t falter, doesn’t stutter when he wants something. He keeps munching on your hole as he consistently applies pleasure the other way. Your sex so slick, it leaks as additional lubrication to your clit.
Sukuna notices, parting for a moment to suck on his fingers, relishing the taste of you.
That feeling comes a lot quicker this time. Almost like your body snaps. Before you were just taking everything that is happening to you. Then your back arches, your holes clenching around him. Some of your arousal seeping through, trailing down his hand and your thighs.
Any bit of strength you may have, is gone. Practically non-existent.
Yet, you weren’t done.
Sukuna licks his lips, turning you on your side, with your leg up in the air. He’s heaving, cocks fully erect and angry. The blush red around his tips almost like it borderline hurts. Like he needs relief.
“I need you.” You say, gazing at him. “I need you so bad…”
“You’re begging?” Sukuna snorts with a low smile. “My wife shouldn’t beg for her husband to fuck her.”
“Then do it already.”
He grins at your sneer, angling his cock at your entrance. “Breathe. Don’t shut me out.”
“Okay.”
Sukuna doesn’t lose his focus on you. Not when he pushes inside you. His breaths getting heavy during the push. He can’t help but gape at your slick walls, a strong grip on your thigh. Your head falls back, unable to look at him for much longer. His shortness of breath, staggered movements tell you everything you need to know.
“Mine.”
He ruts his hips back, pulling out completely before pushing back in. You gasp, hands tangling in the sheets. Your stomach ripples, breasts moving in tandem of your husband’s thrusts. How he rolls his hips, wet hair clinging to his skin.
The top cock drips a white, sticky substance onto your abdomen, not getting as much attention. You’re not a person with the most dexterity, but you manage to reach over and stroke his cock. Smearing some of his arousal for more lubrication.
Sukuna sharply juts forward, making you moan. He heaves, picking up the pace, skin slapping against skin echoing across the room. You keep stroking him, feeling the vein along his shaft, admiring the ink at the base. His heavy balls grazing your ass as he keeps going. His entire body taut, like he’s concentrating.
“Don’t…do that…” He grits his teeth, but makes no effort to remove your hand.
“Try and stop me.”
Sukuna pants when you follow his pace, dragging a nail down his shaft, amazed at how reactive his cock is. A small puddle forms on your belly. Out of curiosity, you take a swipe and lick it. The salty taste coating your tongue.
“Mmm.”
“You have a desire to kill me.” It wasn’t a question. Not when you’re flat on your back now and he’s pulled out completely. His cock coated in your wetness.
You can’t admire it for long when he takes your legs and holds them up. You’re in awe at how effortless he does it.
Sukuna then inserts both of his cocks inside your hole, earning a silent, long cry from you. He’s stretching you to the brim, knowing you can take both at the same time. You’re so full, you can’t take more if he wanted to give you more.
“Shit…” He swears, out of breath. “You’re taking me well, my little spark.”
“Sukuna…Sukuna please, just…”
Your eyes flutter back as he thrusts you with no remorse. No regret. Just endless amounts of pleasure coursing through you. From a man who thought he was incapable of doing such things with you. Who wanted nothing to do with you. And yet he’s fucking you to make you forget any and everything that is your old life.
Your life is with him now.
Your life is his as your orgasm surges, shooting endless waves across your body. Filling you up and taking you to place you’ve never been before. A rush of wetness releases from your sex, covering your husband’s stomach. His stomach mouth licks up any bit of you as Sukuna doesn’t stop his thrusts.
He’s a mess.
His growls and grunts mix together. His stomach flexes, as his thrusts become erratic. His top two eyes are closed while the lower ones roll back in pure ecstasy. White, hot cum suddenly fills your cunt as he stills, pumping you a couple of times before he has nothing left to give.
Just silence and a shift as he pulls out, cocks shining under the moonlight. You wish he didn’t. That emptiness quickly filling you up. You reach out to him, wanting some form of contact. Something.
Sukuna notices, taking your hand, connecting his fingers through yours.
“Don’t go. Don’t leave me with this.”
“Foolish wife.” He scoops you up, cradling you in his arms. Those eyes showing a glint of affection. Care. “As if I would depart from you. You're mine now.”
He doesn’t look away or say anything else to go back on his word. He lets you sit with it. With him. And you believe it.
You never expected this to come out of this accursed marriage.