Chapter 7

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At first, I thought that it was only a dream, that feeling. I had dreamed of it many times before. But I had never dreamed of him whispering into my ear, telling me to wake up before the minute was over. In my dreams, he didn't only have a minute. In my dreams, he had the whole night, and he needed it, too.

So when I opened my eyes to find Sukuna lying next to me on his side, they widened. His hand was in my pajama pants, and a wide grin was splitting his face in half. I bit my lip to stop myself from making a sound when his middle and ring finger slipped inside of me. There were dark markings on his muscular chest, too; the same as on his wrists and in his face.

He was moving his fingers skillfully inside of me, slipping in and out with ease. Then he came closer and stuck his tongue in my ear. A moan escaped my lips, and I pressed them together.

"Don't make a sound. I will tell you when I want to hear you," Sukuna growled into my ear, then bit down on my earlobe.

I whimpered a little but nodded. His fingers were driving me mad, and I wondered how long I had left of the minute. He slipped his fingers out again and started circling my clit with them. The sensation made me arch my back off the mattress and he laughed.

"You wouldn't survive if I had all of my fingers," he said.

I didn't doubt it for a second. Even with two fingers, Sukuna had no problem getting me to the edge, so I didn't want to imagine what he could do with ten times as many. My body started to shake just as I thought I might not have any time left.

"I want you to cum just right before I leave," he said. "If you cum before that, I won't be back."

It was an order. A threat. I was determined to obey even though I didn't know why he wanted that. I didn't want Itadori to wake up to find his fingers wet and in my pants. I didn't want that at all. Not just because he would know what I had let Sukuna do to me, but because he would be freaked out because he would feel like he had done it.

Before I could get out a word, Sukuna cleared everything up. "Finish yourself. Now."

I replaced his fingers with my own. Sukuna took his hand out of my pants and I watched him as he brought his hand up to his mouth and put the two fingers inside. He licked them clean of my juice and smirked at me. I felt like I was going to combust. He leaned closer again and grabbed one of my breasts.

"Count down from five in your head. Cum when you're done," Sukuna whispered into my ear.

Still moving my fingers, I looked at him as he closed his eyes. Three. Two. One. I pulled my knees up as I came, biting down on my lip. Hard. I didn't know if Itadori was back and if so, if he was awake. He just lay very still as if he were asleep. Maybe he was awake but just too embarrassed to show me that he had heard what I had been doing.

But then suddenly he opened his two eyes and blinked at me as if he had just woken up from a really deep dream. He looked at me confused and raised his head a little from his pillow. My heart was beating faster because I was nervous about what he would say.

"Did I wake you?" he asked.

I could feel my entire body relax, and I even managed a genuine smile. "No, you didn't. I woke up a minute ago."

Itadori smiled, relieved, and rolled to his side to look at me. I didn't know why it happened right at this moment, but I could feel the tears welling in my eyes. Maybe it was because I had been keeping it inside for so long. Maybe it was because Sukuna and I had gotten so close now, and it got harder for me to ignore it. Maybe I was tired. Maybe I just finally felt safe. Here. With Itadori next to me.

Or maybe it was because I didn't like this feeling. I didn't like feeling safe. I wasn't used to it. I didn't know what to do with it. It felt wrong. Uncomfortable even. And that made me question my sanity. What was wrong with me that I couldn't just peacefully enjoy having someone nice next to me like that? Why did I keep thinking about Sukuna and other curses? Why did I wonder about the curse with the patchwork face?

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