𝐆𝐨𝐝'𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐫 ~ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓

Sukuna doesn’t like being ignored.

And yet, here you are, standing in the kitchen, phone pressed to your ear, talking to some idiot about deadlines like your job actually matters.

Like you aren’t supposed to be his.

He watches you, arms crossed, jaw ticking as your voice hums through the quiet morning air. You don’t even notice him—don’t even acknowledge him—as you scribble notes on a pad of paper.

He clicks his tongue. Yeah. That’s not gonna fly.

The first warning comes when he crowds up behind you, chest pressing firm against your back, his heat seeping through the thin fabric of your clothes. You tense, fingers tightening around the pen, but you don’t stop talking.

His eyes darken.

Alright. Second warning.

His hands slide down, fingers curling under the waistband of your shorts. A sharp inhale from you—but still, you keep speaking.

Sukuna grins. Oh, you wanna play stubborn? Fine.

His hand slips lower, rough fingertips brushing against the softness between your legs, teasing. Your voice hitches just slightly in the middle of your sentence, and he bites back a laugh.

Cute.

You try to shift away, but he follows, pressing his hips flush against yours, his other hand gripping your waist.

A quiet warning.

Still, you push on. Still, you keep talking. His patience snaps.

In one swift motion, he yanks your shorts down, hoisting you onto the counter. You gasp—finally off the phone for a second—but when you hear your boss’s voice still droning on, you panic, scrambling to hold the device to your ear.

Sukuna? He doesn’t give a fuck.

He spreads your legs, eyes gleaming with something dangerous.

“Keep talking,” he whispers, voice thick with amusement.

Your heart pounds. You shake your head, mouthing a frantic no, but he only smirks.

His fingers sink into your heat, stroking, spreading, testing—Then his cock follows.

You choke on a breath, fingers gripping the edge of the counter.

Your boss says something. You barely hear it.

Sukuna thrusts into you, slow, deep.

You whimper.

A sharp slap lands on your thigh. “What was that, sweetheart?” His tone is mocking. “They might’ve heard that.”

Your blood runs cold.

Your boss’s voice pauses. “Are you alright?”

Sukuna stills inside you, waiting. Daring you.

You squeeze your eyes shut, forcing a trembling, “Y-Yeah. I’m fine.”

Sukuna grins. Liar.

He starts moving again—harder, sharper, dragging a strangled noise from your throat. You slap a hand over your mouth.

But it’s not enough.

You moan. A loud, desperate, unmistakable moan.

Silence. Your boss clears their throat.

“I’ll… call you back.”

The line goes dead.

Sukuna’s laughter rumbles against your skin.

“Guess you’re unemployed now,” he purrs, thrusting deeper. “Guess you’ll just have to be my little housewife, huh?”

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