Is love a curse - Sukunaxreader / Gojoxreader

When realities collide

Part 2  

Focus on me," Ryomen states calmly as if he knew about what I was experiencing. The familiar tugging sensation in the pit of my stomach returns, causing nausea to form and waves of anxiety to overcome me. But his fingertips gently dance up the backs of my thighs and my ass, his eyes linger down every inch of me. "He will be coming soon, and we have memories to finish. I will show you all the good ones." a pause as his nose brushes mine. Suddenly, we were in a nursery, and it was morning.

I blink at the paintbrush in my hands as I move from painting the wood frame around the window to looking out at the city. It was beautiful, a perfect sight, and it was no different from what I had seen the previous day. But today was a bit different. "don't think about it; you will be okay; keep looking out the window." Sukuna's voice filled the air, drawing my attention and making me blush. It was clear his words were a distraction. A distraction from the memory and its true meaning. The window and walls are bare, with no curtains or decoration of any kind; there's nothing inside but the wooden bench under the window.

He chuckles, moving closer, and I turn from the window to watch him move. When he reaches me, his hand lands on my tiny baby bump, rubbing slow circles, then placing his forehead gently against mine. Sukuna smiles at me. "This is one of my favorite memories,"  He whispers as his callused fingertips cupped my chin, tilting my face up so his lips could brush over mine in a tender yet hungry kiss that would have been enough to steal my breath away. When he pulls back, a devious smile crosses his face. "Don't you dare," I squeak with panic. "Don't you -" but it was too late. Before I could push him back, his paint brush rushes toward my face, a splatter of paint hitting me smack dab over my right eye, down my nose, and covering the majority of my forehead.

"Too late," and his shoulders shake from his laughter. And for a moment, he tries desperately to stop his laughter as he stares at me before he loses complete control. I can't help but frown when my fingertips lightly wipe the blue and white smears from my eyelid, but this frown is hard to keep for long. Mainly because I got my own revenge in my rage and a very irrational moment of annoyance. One second, he was standing in front of me, chuckling like a child with his hands clasped at his front; the next, he had three colors covering his right cheek. He goes stock still, his features growing cold and fierce, but it doesn't last long.

Then suddenly, he threw his head back, roaring, and his shoulders shook from his laughter. "You are in a battle you will not win." a devious gleam that promised a lifetime of antics shone in his eyes, and just as quickly, he went from a composed, joyful person to a feral hunter, determined and cunning. 

"No, Ryomen, I swear, no, no, no. Please. Okay. Truce," I back away slowly as Ryomen scoops a handful of light blue paint, the blue liquid running down his hand, and a very childish smile takes over Ryomen's handsome face, sending a shiver up my spine. I continue to back up as he stalks closer. "Come here, baby, I'm not going to hurt you, I promise," a deceptive smile crossed his lips. "Liar," I giggle, rushing toward the table.

He slowly follows, taking his sweet old time to plot the best way of attack. My laughter was breathless as he came toward me. His expression was far too mischievous, his grin so evil, his smile so broad and genuine, like he finally was enjoying the life he was given. It made my heart flutter and squeeze tight for a moment before pounding a staccato rhythm.

His palm cupped my belly, resting there briefly before leaning in and pressing his lips to my neck. "Ready," the words left his mouth so fast that I barely had time to process his question before the palm that had rested on my belly was slapping hard across my rump, squirting a generous amount of paint at the point of impact. The jolt sent a stinging sensation through me before the liquid dripped down to my bare feet.