𝐆𝐨𝐝'𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐫 ~ 𝙎𝙪𝙠𝙪𝙣𝙖 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣’𝙩 𝙨𝙖𝙮 “𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪.” 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨.

Your husband’s love is felt through bruises.

The stench of sweat, blood, and stale beer lingers in the bedroom as he comes home late—another fight, another win, another excuse. His fists still feel like weapons, but they are only ever reserved for his opponents. With you, they hold different power.

A slow, lazy crack of his knuckles. A tilt of his head. The red haze in his eyes.

He’s still running on that primal high when he steps into your space, cracking his neck, licking blood off his lip like a rabid animal. The bruises on his knuckles make his hands heavier as they fall on your face, gripping your jaw, tilting your head up.

“Look at you,” Sukuna murmurs, voice low, husky, laced with satisfaction. “Waited for me like a good wife, huh?”

He laughs when you flinch. It’s the kind of laugh that curls around your throat like a noose.

There’s no point in answering. You don’t move. You don’t breathe. You simply exist, soft and quiet, while he takes what he wants—because that’s how it’s always been, hasn’t it?

A man like him never asks.

You hear the metal clink of his belt before you feel it—a thick, brutal slap of leather across your bare thigh. It’s not meant to hurt. It’s meant to remind you.

You’re his.

Sukuna doesn’t say “I love you.”

Instead, he says, “Bend over.”

His fingers tear at the hem of your nightgown. He shoves it up, exposes the vulnerable skin of your ass. His palm smooths over your hip, almost tender, before his nails dig in and his knee forces your legs apart.

“You wet?” He chuckles. “Nah, doesn’t matter. I’ll make it fit.”

He’s still in his jeans, hasn’t even bothered to strip, just unzips and pulls himself out, hard and throbbing, heavy in his grip.

The first thrust knocks the breath out of you.

Sukuna growls when you tighten involuntarily, when your body rejects the brutal stretch of him. His hand grips the back of your neck, forcing you down against the mattress, pressing your cheek into the pillow. His other hand fists your hair, yanks it back, just to hear your little gasps.

You don’t scream.

You don’t cry.

You just take it.

Because that’s what a wife does.

Sukuna doesn’t say “I love you.”

But he shows you, in the way he breaks you open, ruins you, makes you his in a way that no one else ever could.

He fucks you like he owns you.

Because he does.

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