𝐆𝐨𝐝'𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐒𝐬𝐭

𝔄 β„Œπ”’π”―π”¬β€™π”° 𝔖𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔀𝔀𝔩𝔒, π”ž π”™π”¦π”©π”©π”žπ”¦π”«β€™π”° β„œπ”’π”‘π”’π”ͺ𝔭𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫.

Sukuna’s already awake when you shuffle into the kitchen, moving like a ghost in your own home.

β—¦

π“π‘πž π‘πžπ π‹πžππ πžπ« ~ 𝐌𝐘 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 π‹πˆπ“π“π‹π„ π‡πŽπ”π’π„π–πˆπ…π„

Sukuna’s already awake when you shuffle into the kitchen, moving like a ghost in your own home.

Well, his home.

You barely have time to register the sight of himβ€”shirtless, tattoos stretching over sweat-slicked muscles, boxing wraps still on his knuckles from his morning workoutβ€”before he’s on you.

β€œMorning, baby.” His voice is thick with amusement, smug as always. His arms loop around your waist from behind, his body crowding yours against the counter. β€œSleep well?”

You stiffen, fingers tightening around your mug. β€œLet go.”

He hums, pressing a wet kiss to the curve of your neck. β€œNah.”

You try to squirm away, but it only makes him chuckle, like he wants you to struggle. Like it entertains him.

β€œWhat’s with the attitude?” His teeth scrape against your skin, not quite biting, but close. β€œYou should be thanking me.”

You don’t bother asking for what.

β€œCan’t believe you’re still trying to work,” he mutters, nipping at your earlobe. β€œS’cute. You really think you need that job, huh?”

β€œI do need it.”

Sukuna clicks his tongue, like you just said something stupid. His hand snakes down, resting on your hip, his fingers flexingβ€”possessive.

β€œYou’re so fuckin’ stubborn.” He tugs at your waistband, slipping his fingers under the fabric, just enough to make you shiver. β€œYou don’t need to work. You just need to spread your legs when I tell you to.”

You shove at his arm. β€œStop.”

His grip tightens.

β€œDon’t push me, princess.” His tone is light, teasing, but there’s an edge to it. His lips brush your jaw, voice dropping to a mock-whisper. β€œYou like it when I take care of you, don’t you?”

You hate him.

You hate how easily he controls you, how he drags you down into his world and makes you feel like you belong there.

His fingers dip lower, pressing between your legs, feeling the heat through the fabric of your shorts. β€œI bet you’re wet already.” His laughter is warm against your ear. β€œYou always are.”

Your breath hitches, shame burning in your stomach.

Sukuna grins.

β€œYou don’t need to work,” he repeats, dragging his teeth along your pulse. β€œYou don’t need anything but me.” His fingers slip inside, stroking, taunting. β€œI’ll keep you nice and fucked out. Keep you barefoot in my house, just like a good little wife.”

You shake your head, gasping as his touch grows rougher. β€œI’m not—”

He cuts you off with a sharp thrust of his fingers, making you jolt.

β€œNot what?” He bites at your throat, mocking. β€œNot my wife? Then why do I own you?”

You squeeze your eyes shut, biting your lip to keep from making a sound.

Sukuna chuckles, dragging his fingers out, smearing the slick against your inner thigh.

β€œBreakfast first,” he muses, stepping back. β€œThen I’ll fuck you over the counter.”

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