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!! warning ;; mature content ahead , suggestive themes and such !!

skip this chapter if you want ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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we were together.
i forgot the rest.

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Sukuna had made the perfect tool in the last year. It took some time, but here she was. Her mind fully his own. He broke her down. Made her his. Ruined human society itself just to get her the way she is. Honestly, he couldn't have been more ecstatic. She didn't runaway, fight back, or even refuse him in this perfect world of bloodshed and destruction that he so desired and constructed.

Intoxicating.

Not to mention he finally had his original form from so long ago. This once human body being constructed into his cursed form. That took time too, but regaining all of his fingers was a major help to that.

"Sukuna."

His name rolled off her tongue. Her lips curling into a small smile as she held her arms out. A smile on her face. Her eyes bright and full. The monochromatic colors never reaching her vision. Her hate being quelled and defeated the moment that Sukuna gave her purpose. For all her life, it wasn't her parents who gave her purpose, it wasn't Gojo Satoru, and it wasn't Yūji either.

Ryomen Sukuna.

He was the only one whoever even bothered to look at her and make her into something new. The only one who actually tried. Fushiguro was but a mere forgotten memory. He was probably living happily somewhere. Probably.

And,

Sukuna was there in a second. His body in-between her legs as she sat on the edge of the bed. One of his four hands reaching down to grab a firm hold on her chin. Forcefully making her to look up. A smirk was quick to dance across his lips. As he pressed his fingertips into her cheeks, forcing her mouth to open as he raised his other hand. Two fingers pressing deep into her mouth as saliva was quick to gather up.

"Such a good tool for me to use ... always lying pliant in my hands. ready to use anytime I so desire, right y/n?"

She nodded as he grinned. Her hands reaching up to grab his hips. Her fingers running over the exposed skin. He was wearing his usual attire consisting of the white kimono that she loved taking off of him. Though, as of now it hung loosely against his body. his upper half fully exposed as the kimono was still tied tight in the middle. Keeping the bottom half of his body still clothed.

She leaned forward, her lips pressing against his exposed skin. Her eyes slipping close as he reached to grip at her hair. Her hands finallymoving down from his hips and to the knot that held up his kimono on him. Her eyes peeking open to look at him. She decided not to wait for an answer as she untied it. Her body slinking down to the floor.

His clothes fully falling to the floor. Her fingers tracing his thighs as she opened her mouth. Her tongue lightly pressing against his tip. His fingers already knotting up into her hair. His eyes shining dangerously. Honestly, her actions were always enticing. In reality, she was more of a wife than a tool, but he never actually voiced that thought. Mainly because she was still human. He would much rather not dwell on the fact that she could still die like so long ago. Her mouth encased his tip then. Her teeth grazing his length as she tried not to bite down on accident. She did that once, it resulted in him throwing her to the bed and biting down on dripping pussy, blood mixing with the wound. It hurt like a bitch, which was the exact reason why she tried not to bite down on him again.

She felt him push her head a little. His length moving more into her mouth as she bobbed her head. Her tongue tracing against the sensitive skin. Though, just as she started, she was quick to finish. Sukuna yanking her head back as she was forced to look up at him, "another time," his words echoed in her head as she was forced back onto the bed. Her mouth still tasting the slight precum that dripped from his tip. Her face was quick to discolor. The blush obvious as the pigment changed around her (color) cheeks. His body hovering over her.l the moment her back was pressed against the soft cushions. His hands lying against her silk clothing. His fingers working at ripping and tearing the fabric. She didn't care for this. He always gave her more clothes. Mainly because he hated others even laying a single eye on her exposed skin. She was his tool, so he should be the only one to look upon her ... a curse that had foolishly walked in on them before he had suffered a very quick death.

With her clothes torn away. Her skin, her body, her whole person was visible to him. He always took time to scan over her. Any imperfections were always perfect to him. She belonged to him. What others saw as imperfect or crude simply did not understand who she was.

A hand reached down then. His fingers pressing against her skin. His nails trailing against her stomach. Another hand reached to caress her face. She always found this as odd. Only a few times had he ever been rough on her. Was he thinking of the past? Thinking of how broken she was back then? Thinking of when she first died?

He bent down to her. His lips pressing harshly against her own. A third hand going to her bare thigh. A tight grip being their as he hoisted her up a bit. His tip lightly grazing her entrance. Though, as soon as it did she felt a warm muscle caress her folds. Her hips rolling at the sensation as she pushed away slightly. Her lips still lightly grazing his own.

"Sukuna, what—"

"Seems i always have to remind you that I can manifest mouths anywhere on my body."

She blushed at those words, she could never actually get use to the way he would talk down to her. Her arms merely reaching up to wrap around his neck as he pushed against her. His length stretching her. He rarely ever prepped her. She kind of liked that about him. Because even though he rarely ever went rough either her, there was still that small personality of his where he was unforgiving and merciless. His dick fully pushing against her insides, the length stretching her out and pushing further. He always went slow at first. Making sure to always enjoy the look of pain on her face as tears would prick the corners of her eyes.

"Eyes open, y/n."

His voice commanding as always. Her teary gaze landing onto his harsh one. She loved the smirk that would decorate his lips. She honestly thought that he was above all others. The only one that she could be with forever. His hips slowly moving back then, her breath hitching as he thrusted back in. A slow rhythm being made as she cling to him. Her legs lifting to latch onto his hips. It was always amusing to him to see this. To see how she would helplessly latch onto him. The only support she had was him. It gave him a sense of pride. His ego being fully endowed by her mere existence.

"Sukuna," his name would continually tumble from her lips. Breathy moans escaping her as he set the pace. She could beg for him to go faster, to go harder, but he would always taunt her. Always reminding her that he made the rules here. Always making sure that she knew that she couldn't make him bend. That she was the one always pleading him and not the other way around, and in return soft grunts and moans escaped his own mouth. Always quiet and low as he would lean into her. His hips thrusting deeper and deeper. Her walls clenching around him. Making it feel like she could break him in half. Always an enticing feeling her body could produce for him.

"That's it, y/n," his arms would wncase her. Feeling her up. Overloading her senses, "my name is the only thing you should utter."

His name left her lips once again, their bodies molding against one another. He loved this feeling. Which was an odd way to put it. Love. Seriously? The idea made him want to laugh, and yet ... the past y/n taught him the same way. The way of what love was. Granted, he didn't exactly care back then. But .. just this once .. perhaps a tool could be more than what it was made for.

To just be
his
and his
alone.

He pushed her back down once again. His eyes gazing at her as he detached his mouth from her lips. His hips slowing to a stop as he made sure he had her full attention.

His alone ...

"you really are my sweet addiction,
y/n," he said, the thought echoing inside his head ceaselessly. His hands holding her down. One cupping her breast. Another pressing against her hip. A third gripping her thigh. The fourth pressing flat against her stomach.

and she had to admit ...

she was ..

sweetly addicted too .
















































[ sweet addiction ;; ryomen
sukuna━━━━end ]


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