⚝content: trueform!Sukuna x f! reader, nsfw, mild language, voyeurism, sukuna has two cocks (for fun ig), pure smut, gentle sukuna
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"Please, do your best to remain still," Uraume chides gently. They press the cotton swab soaked in alcohol to your face, the stinging sensation causing you to wince as it penetrates the cuts on your cheek. Uraume offers a sympathetic glance. "I apologize for this..."
"You don't need to-"
"Please." They say firmly "I was aware of the tension between the servants, I... never thought they would do something to harm one of their own." Uraume's voice wavers slightly. They move to the wounds on your arms.
The door to the chamber swings open, and Sukuna stands on the threshold, leaning one arm nonchalantly against the doorframe. He surveys your battered form sitting on the edge of the bed—a trace of annoyance etched on his face. Uraume rises swiftly to bow before the king, but he dismisses the gesture with a casual wave.
"My lord, I've treated her as best as I can." Uraume reports.
Sukuna's gaze shifts to your face, his demeanor cold yet betraying a hint of concern.
"Are you in any pain?"
"No.. my lord and I'm sorry-"
"You are not at fault." He interrupts you, his voice firm as he strides over, his heavy footsteps echoing through the room. Clad in a black robe with a purple sash tied around the waist, his rippling muscles are visible through the cascading fabric. Uraume steps back, offering a brief bow before exiting, leaving you alone with him.
He scans your face with a piercing gaze, lowering himself to your level. His eyes drift to your empty wrist, narrowing with a mix of concern and intensity.
"Where. is it." He demands. Your eyes widen as you realize the bracelet you were given today was missing.
"I... it must have fallen off when they attacked me" You piece together aloud.
"So they would harm you as well as steal..." Ryomen's voice grows taut with anger he clenches his fist, body tensing up. He rises from his kneeling position, his figure looming over you.
"Are you able to stand?" He questions lowly. You nod.
"Good. We will be going now."
You look up at your king, his expression is unreadable, but there's an unmistakable intensity in his eyes—a silent promise of retribution.
You lag behind him as he strides purposefully down the dimly lit hallway. The evening light leaks through the dark red curtains of the hall, casting long shadows that dance along the walls. Each step of his echoes with a menacing authority. He stops abruptly at the entrance to the servants' quarters. Sukuna looks over his shoulder at you, his gaze intense and unwavering.
