„You're mine now" [Sukuna & Y/N]

Part II

"I mean, I'd take you to my place yet again, but I prefer to place your body at least somewhere safe first",

he teased you resting his left arm against the door, above you, exposing his armpit right into your face as you slowly turned around the key. But it got stuck.

By quickly turning your head around slightly, you caught another glimpse:
This man must have undressed himself in a split second yet again.

Leaning against the door all the while still smirking with that one eyebrow raised, he flicked his coat and, what seemed to be, parts of his shirt over his right shoulder.

"Did you just ripped your shirt off?",
you asked all puzzled, as if he hasn't done it before.

Standing now only in his pants and shoes in front of you, the lightheaded little thing that you now were started to doubt its ability to finally open up the damn door.

"Ah, that?
Yes, I guess I'm still not used to be wearing those type of clothes... or any in particular."

He said so as he chucked out his coat and remnants of his shirt with his right arm over his head.
Once his right hand was freed of those "rags", as he mumbled, he speed-changed his position, now coating you from behind.
Grabbing your hand, still resting on those damn keys, with said right hand, he then unlocked the door.

Feeling the pulsating warmth of his hand on yours, with his left hand he smashed the door open.
The door then fell to the ground.
Crumbled into pieces.

"Did you just shattered my door?!"

More than the door laying now in pieces in front of you, you were baffled by the grin widening on his face:
"I'm sorry.."

Your appartement now standing in front of you like the bare skinned piece of human you'll be for him in a second.

"I'm sorry, but I did kind of warned you just a minute ago.. So..", he rumbled.
"Why are you so nervous anyways, Y/N?",
he asked after a moment of silence.

"Um, I don't know, maybe because the last time you broke my leg and crushed my fingers?!"
You yelled emphatically like you would've not known he's probably killed other people for doing less.

"But you did survive!",
he bashfully toned down his cocky words.

He was right.
You did survive, although he told you beforehand the pile of bones in his shrine, he used to sit on, consists mostly of women he had taken advantage of.
He insisted he never killed them purposely.
But to put it simply:

A human body usually is not capable of enduring a demon.
Let alone the king of curses.

"So, whatever you planned on doing won't be possible with my appartement being wide open for anyone to join and watch.."

You argued walking over the shattered door into your corridor, while he dreamily watched your lips move to your words.
But the next second he already threw your wardrobe against the opening of your appartement, now filling the gap.

The force of the impact squished the bottom half a little, but you we're surprised it didn't end up as your door.
For once you seem to have bought a decent piece of furniture, you thought to yourself.

"See, I don't break everything!",
he proudly showed off his "work", obviously expecting some sort of praise.
So you went ahead and, tiptoeing, pat his head.

As your hand traveled down to his face, he pressed it even tighter with his own hand placed above yours.
Now being in the comfort of your home, with no chance of people seeing you two, you took your time to follow his marks on his body with your eyes.
He watched you doing so, visibly enjoying it.

The thought of not even being able to escape now, with the door blocked like that, excited you...

... and more so,
him.

Meanwhile a question popped out of your mouth, as if you had lost your mind already, so there was no space anymore delaying the thoughts to share with him.

"But why did you tell me to "be gentle" with the door, when you completely smashed it yourself right afterwards?"

"Oh, no,
I actually wasn't talking about the door.
What I meant was be gentle with me..",

his other two arms reappeared, his claws ready to cut you wide open.

"Huh?"

"You surely still are unaware of your own strength, Y/N, aren't you?",
he laughed.

"... You being nervous wrecks havoc in my system causing me instinctively wanting to fight you.

It's self defense, basically.
Your glance boils my blood.
Your touch burns so comfortably.
I could die in your hands if I don't control myself."

"Wait, you cannot die..", you intervened.

"Uh, true, but I mean I would melt in your hands, becoming all soft and vulnerable like a human and we don't know what will follow after that.",
he rolled his eyes, but this time
his words didn't only surprise you.

"You do know I never feel scared or afraid",
he proceeded,
"Nothing can harm me, except for you.
The last time I felt scared, was when I was a human myself.
And now."

He slid two of his fingers on each side underneath your shirt to softly uncover your already heated upper body.
You didn't pick up on how you uncovered the rest of your clothing, but you did.
His other two hands grabbed your butt and pushed you up to then wrap your legs around his waist.

Moving and tossing you around, he didn't disconnect his stare once, which thrusted like a sword through your head, making you feel like begging for mercy.
His marks slowly transitioned into your skin.
You could hear his growls flooding the room, slowly crawling up your skin, impairing your vision.

It felt like there were so many of him.

For the time being, there were no thoughts hindering the both of you.
And the both of you
absolutely lost it at this point.