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You have no idea why he calls you that.
You are not delicate. You are not regal. You are not his.
And yetβSukuna rolls the syllables off his tongue like they are gospel, like heβs laughing at you, like heβs branding you with it.
“ππππππππ.”
Every time he says it, it’s a sneer, a mockery, a leash wrapped tight around your throat.
Right now, heβs pressing you into the sweat-damp mattress of his penthouse apartment, muscled arms caging you in, broad chest suffocatingly close. The scent of blood, cologne, and sex clings to his skin. He fought tonight, and he won, and now youβre just another prize in his collection.
“Scared?” Sukuna taunts, voice slick with amusement as he watches you tremble beneath him. “Fuckinβ adorable. Thought princesses were supposed to be brave?”
You donβt answer. You canβt.
Your wrists are pinned above your head, one of his hands easily holding both in place. The other?
Sliding down your stomach. Peeling away the last remnants of your dignity.
“You think you’re better than me, huh?” he growls, breath hot against your ear. “Sittinβ all high and mighty, pretending like you ain’t a dirty little thing waiting to be fucked.”
Your stomach clenches in terror. You shake your head. “I-Iβm notββ
Slap.
The sting burns across your thigh where heβs smacked it, a sharp reminder of your place beneath him.
“Shut the fuck up, princess.” His tone is mocking, cruel. “Nobody gives a shit what you think.”
Then heβs forcing your legs apart, his rough fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs, shoving them wide open. Panic rises in your throat, a silent scream caught between your lips. He doesn’t care. He never cares.
“Yβknow why I call you princess?” Sukuna murmurs, nipping at your jaw as his cock presses hot and heavy against your entrance. “βCause youβre like one of those stuck-up bitches in fairytales. Sittinβ up in a little tower, writinβ all that fanfic shit, actinβ all pureββ
He pushes in.
Your whole body locks up. White-hot pain rips through you as Sukuna sinks himself inside, forcing your body to take him, to stretch for him.
“βbut you ain’t no princess now, are ya?”
You choke on a sob. His grip tightens, possessive, unrelenting. His pace is brutal, each thrust knocking the air from your lungs. Thereβs nowhere to go. No escape. No mercy.
“That’s right,” Sukuna chuckles darkly, grinding deeper, savoring the way you shudder beneath him. “You’re just a little hole for me to use. My sweet, stupid little princess.”
Tears spill down your cheeks. He licks them away, savoring your despair, your helplessness.
“Fuckinβ perfect,” he groans, slamming into you harder, faster. “Cry for me, princess.”
And you do.
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