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[IV] Ryomen Sukuna // 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘 [🌶️]

[Trying to make you jealous is not a good idea

—> They make you jealous, you make them beg.]

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☆ S. Gojo

☆ S. Geto

☆ Toji Fushiguro

☆ R. Sukuna

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[RYOMEN SUKUNA]

Ryomen Sukuna never begs.

He's never had to, never will.

He's never asked nicely for something in his life before, what makes you think he'd ever beg for anything?

He begs for your attention.

"Look at me, goddamnit..." the curse growled in your ear.

Sitting on Sukuna's lap, you stare off uninterested into the void of his innate domain. The iron hold of his arms tighten around your waist. Not enough to hurt per say, but as a warning. You half expected him to shove you off, letting your body crash into the water below the throne of skulls.

Sukuna rests his chin on your shoulder, huffing,

"That was an order."

You only pout.

"Oi, human" silence, "who the hell do you think you are to ignore me?" His voice was lethally quiet, voice husky on your ears.

Gulp.

"You're an idiot if you're still mad about that movie" — that got your attention

"I'm an idiot?" You snort, "You sure looked like the idiot to me: practically drooling over that human worm abomination." Condescension oozed from your tone. Yuji's movie played on repeat in your mind; the absolute fever dream of a film that somehow garnered Sukuna's attention. The eye poking out of Yuji's cheek wide open the entire time, fixated on that revolting, stomach churning excuse of cinema.

He doesn't look at you like that anymore.

"Are you jealous?" He sneers, mockery dancing in his tone, "how cute."

"Shut up. Shut the actual hell up. You pulled that shit on purpose."

Cackling, "you mortals sure are vain little creatures, getting upset over the most useless things-!"

"Fine." You snap, starting to squirm your way out of his hold

His tone immediately drops to a stern demand, "What are you doing?"

"I'm done here,— you obviously have better interests. I'll be leaving now"

"No, you won't." Just as you were about to wriggle away you're grabbed around the waist, sharp nails stabbing into your skin.

You yelp.

"Let me go-!"

"No." Sukuna effortlessly lifts your struggling body up, spinning you around on his lap, harshly yanking you against his chest. You're surprised he doesn't rip your arm clean off, considering it would be very easy for him to just cleave you in two, (you can't really run away then).

"You aren't going anywhere." His face is buried into the crook of your neck, squeezing your body against his, as if you would disappear at any moment.

Deep crescents were pierced into your skin by his claw-like nails, droplets of blood gathering at the tiny openings where they previously had gripped your neck. Tentatively, he swiped the crimson drops away with his tongue, dainty kitty licks covering your neck.

With a gentleness unknown to him, Sukuna muttered against the warm skin,

"Stay with me."

Sukuna's never said "sorry" before in his many long centuries on earth. The word wasn't even in his dictionary,

—but for you, apologies could be made in other ways.