𝐆𝐨𝐝'𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐫 ~ 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯

He finds out.

You don’t know how—maybe you left your laptop open, maybe you forgot to clear your browser history—but he finds out. And it’s the worst fucking thing that could happen.

You know it the second you step into your apartment. The air is too still. The lights are dim. And Sukuna is sitting on your couch, one arm draped over the back, the other holding your laptop.

Open.

You freeze.

He looks up. Smirks. Turns the screen towards you.

“What the fuck is this?”

Your stomach drops. Your latest draft—unfinished, unedited, raw—illuminates the screen. And it isn’t about him.

Your voice catches. “Give that back.”

His fingers drum against the keyboard, lazily scrolling. “‘He pressed her against the wall, rough hands gripping her wrists, his breath hot against her skin.’” His tongue clicks, mock disappointment bleeding into his tone. “But it’s not me, huh?”

“Sukuna—”

“Not my name.” His smirk sharpens, and something dark gleams in his eyes.

You move to snatch the laptop. He’s faster, yanking it away, gripping your wrist instead. He drags you forward, forces you onto his lap. His body is all heat and tension beneath you, coiled like he’s moments from snapping.

“You think this is funny?” His voice is quieter now, more dangerous. His free hand grips your thigh, digging in. “Writing about some other fucking guy?”

You shake your head, throat too tight for words.

He leans in, lips brushing your ear. “You wanna get fucked like that, huh? Against the wall, like some desperate little slut?”

Panic claws up your spine. “Sukuna, stop—”

He moves fast. One second, you’re on his lap. The next, your back hits the couch, legs forced apart by the sheer weight of his body pressing down.

He shoves your shirt up. His mouth is on your skin before you can fight him, teeth sinking into your collarbone, sucking bruises that burn.

“You wanna pretend it’s someone else?” His voice is nothing but gravel and venom now, thick with fury. His fingers tear at your shorts, ripping them down. “Let’s see if you’re still thinking about him when I’m done with you.”

Your hands push against his chest, his shoulders, desperate. “Please, don’t—”

“Too late for that.”

He forces your panties aside. No warning. No hesitation. The stretch is brutal, tearing through you as he pushes inside, too thick, too deep, splitting you open like you were made for him.

A choked sob rips from your throat. He groans at the sound.

“That’s more like it,” he grits out, thrusting deeper, pinning you down when you try to twist away. “You’re mine, sweetheart.” His teeth scrape your jaw, breath hot.

His hips snap forward, driving the truth into you, over and over.

“You just forgot.”

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