𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙇𝙤𝙧𝙙'𝙨 𝙁𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚

𝖢𝖧. 1

⚝content: trueform!Sukuna x f! reader, nsfw, mild language, voyeurism, sukuna has two cocks (for fun ig), pure smut, gentle sukuna

"Who did this to you?" A deep voice echoes, vibrating around the walls of the throne room. On the opulent throne sits the owner of the baritone voice — Ryomen Sukuna. The king of curses, resting his head on his arm as he looks down at you, too scared to look up from your feet.

"I don't like repeating myself." He warns, your body hasn't ceased shaking. Your uniform is tattered, the rips in the fabric revealing deep purple bruises. Uraume was the one who found you, unconscious in the butler's pantry. After waking you up they brought you to the throne room. So there you were, kneeling at the feet of your king.

You arrived at the estate a year ago, your life as a servant was agreeable. Lord Sukuna treated all his servants well. You were loyal, efficient, and pleasant to look at, it was only a matter of time before he started to notice you.

At first, he requested you be the one to serve him breakfast. Then it became lunch, and suddenly you tended to all his meals. He demanded you for everything, his bathing, dressing. He could do all of these things himself of course, but he preferred your gentle hands. His personal attendant, not even Uraume, had seen the king of curses at his most vulnerable... but you had borne witness to all of him.

"Fine, if you won't tell me who. Then why?" Ryomen slowly rises from his throne, his looming figure towering over your kneeling body. He lowers himself to your level, one hand reaches down to lift your chin. Firm yet gentle he forces you to look up at him, your eyes meeting his red ones. Your once flawless skin is covered in bruises. His eyes darken.

"They t-think you favor me." Is all you can manage to get out.

Word spreads around the estate of course. And plus Sukuna didn't exactly hide his preference for you. You didn't sleep with the rest of the help, you were given a room connected to his. 'In case he requested your presence in the night' but the reality was he slept better knowing you were near. You didn't eat the servant food, you dined in the great hall. At a separate table he had made for you. All of these things were on full display for the others to see, it wasn't long before the insults started. At first, it was the odd 'slut' or 'whore' being mumbled in passing. Then an accidental shove into the wall, always followed by a curt "sorry".

But today? It was your birthday. You had only mentioned it to Ryomen in passing one day at breakfast. He never understood the need for such a useless celebration. You went about your duties for the day when Uraume found you and handed you a small box. And there on display for everyone to see, a beautiful beaded bracelet made from polished cherry wood. A token of appreciation 'for your hard work'.

A gift from the king of curses.

"What's so great about you anyway?"

"Lord Sukuna's bed-warmer gets everything she wants!"

They punched and kicked, throwing you into the pantry. The group of servants you once thought of as your family. Clouded by jealousy, and hatred towards you — the lord's favorite.

Ryomen Sukuna, the epitome of ruthlessness and malevolence, softens his gaze. He looks upon your trembling form with... pity? His moment of weakness is replaced by an unreadable expression.

"You have been relieved of your servant duties. You will stay here in my quarters from here on out." It's a demand, leaving no room for objection. Your eyes well up with tears looking up at your king, his other hand wipes them away. He rises, walking towards the door, his back facing you.

"Get up. Uraume will tend to your injuries. Once you are well, we will visit the servant's quarters. You will point out those who laid their filthy hands on you, and I will kill them."