The Awakening {Gojo & Sukuna x Reader.}

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Smut

He grew impatient, ripping her white shirt and leaving shallow cuts across her back. Blood trickled down, mingling with her golden stripes, turning them a luminous pink.

"Nice look," he murmured, his vermillion eyes gleaming with a mix of love and bloodlust. He licked his middle finger, savoring her whimpers, but his expression shifted to neutrality—the taste of her blood didn't satisfy him.

Gojo's words echoed in her mind.

It's been more than a fucking minute! Why hasn't he switched back?

"Thanks to you, control the brat better. Nice timing," he chuckled, his voice dripping with malice. She hated how he could read her thoughts, exposing her mind as easily as he had her body.

A strange sensation crept over her as he stroked her back, his touch igniting something deep within her. Butterflies swarmed her stomach, and her body grew sensitive, craving more.

"What's happening to me?" she gasped, her temperature rising as something hot and stiff pressed against her.

"Look at you," he scoffed, amused by her desperation. "It's normal to yearn for my touch. I own you."

Their energies were connected, their bodies drawn together in a primal, sexual way. She tried to resist, but her body betrayed her, leaning into him, begging for relief.

"Sukuna..." she whispered, her voice trembling.

"Help me," she pleaded, tears streaming down her face. She hated herself for wanting him so badly, but the desire was overwhelming.

"My, my," he teased, his sly grin widening. "You know what happens if we mate, don't you?"

Behind his composed demeanor, a wild beast lurked, ready to pounce. Her tears only fueled his hunger.

"Just don't regret it," he warned, his claws sharpening as he loomed over her.

But as her fear spiked, he hesitated. She had to live—for his plans to work. Yet the temptation was too strong.

Their lips met in a fiery kiss, passion overriding reason. He lifted her, her legs wrapping around his waist as he thrust into her, her cries of pain mingling with his growls of pleasure.

"Too big! I'll die!" she screamed, but he didn't stop. The pain blurred into pleasure as their bodies moved together, a chaotic dance of desire and dominance.

He smirked as she climaxed, her moans music to his ears. But he wasn't done. He pinned her against the wall, his thrusts growing wilder, his teeth sinking into her shoulder as she clawed his back.

When it was over, she collapsed, gasping for air. He knelt beside her, tracing the marks he'd left on her body.

"Be honored," he murmured, his voice low. "The king was your first."

As she lay there, broken and spent, she couldn't shake the feeling that he saw someone else in her—not her, but a ghost from his past.

She exhaled sharply, gaze locked onto his.

"You've made me go crazy for you, haven't you?"

A slow, vicious smirk crept onto his lips. Even as she lay beneath him, refusing fear, he had already read every thought swirling in her mind.

"I like that look in your eyes," he mused, settling against the wall. "Come here."

Her body moved before she could resist, crawling toward him, knees brushing against the cool floor as she climbed into his lap. Her head lowered, hair cascading forward to shield her face. A quiet, ragged sob escaped her lips, the weight of her fate pressing down.