𝐆𝐨𝐝'𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐫 ~ 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙟𝙤𝙠𝙚

Sukuna knows he’s not your type.

Never was, never will be.

Your type is the quiet, kind guy. The soft one who pulls out your chair, buys you flowers, texts you goodnight with some corny little heart emoji. You’re not the type to say it, but he sees the way your eyes linger on romance movies, the way your fingers brush over book covers with blushing heroines and their perfect, gentle love interests.

You want that.

And you’re never gonna get it.

Because you got him instead.

And Sukuna doesn’t do soft.

“You look like you wanna cry,” he sneers, gripping your wrist as you try—again—to pull away from him. “What, did you really think I’d change?”

You didn’t. You know exactly who he is. The violent, cocky bastard who forced his way into your life, who doesn’t care that you’re miserable, who likes when you fight back just so he can break you down.

But sometimes, sometimes, you wonder.

If he ever could be something else.

If he could love you the way you want to be loved.

Sukuna scoffs, yanking you forward until you stumble into his chest. “That’s cute, sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice low, taunting. “Bet you’d kill for some fairy tale shit, huh? Some prince on a white horse—” His fingers thread through your hair before yanking back, baring your throat to him. “Too bad.”

You whimper, fingers clawing at his wrist. “Sukuna, let—”

He doesn’t.

He shoves you down onto the bed, crawling over you, knees pinning your thighs apart. His grin is sharp, mocking as he watches you struggle.

“This is the only kinda love you get, baby,” he purrs, palming your thigh. “You want a man who kisses your forehead and whispers sweet shit?” His fingers shove your panties aside, cupping you roughly. “Tough fucking luck.”

You whimper when he sinks two fingers inside, curling them deep, forcing your body to react, to betray you.

“You get me,” he growls, voice low, dangerous. “And I don’t do love.”

He pulls his fingers out, shoves them in your mouth, making you taste yourself.

Then he’s undoing his belt.

The leather snaps as he yanks it free, shoving his jeans down just enough to free his cock—thick, heavy, already leaking.

You don’t even get a second to breathe before he’s pressing inside.

You cry out, nails digging into his arms, trying to push him away, but he’s too big, too strong. His cock forces your body open, stretching you painfully, stuffing you full of something that doesn’t belong.

He groans, head dropping to your shoulder. “Yeah, that’s it, babe,” he pants, slamming deep. “Nice and tight—”

His teeth sink into your throat as he fucks you into the mattress.

Love?

Love is a joke.

But this?

This is real.

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