King Of Curses | R. Sukuna x Y/n / Fem Reader

Chapter 7: Bruised

In the absence of affection, the lady accepts anything and call it 'love' and 'affection'.

Abused, shattered and torn apart with nothing left to feel, she receives the King's affectionate violence, the stinging mark of his hand grazing against her skin, a familiar feeling of his way of love.

The lady, starved for love, found herself clinging to the crumbs of affection the King offered. A fleeting glance yet ignorance, a painful touch, a whispered word of praise - these became the anchors that kept her tethered to the illusion of his sootheness.

'I had thought it would finally end,'
'I thought I'd finally be alone, without you.'

"You dare challenge me?" He hissed, his voice a dangerous rumble. Sukuna's heavily breathing body pressed against hers, pinning her beneath him as his eyes burned with a primal, possessive desire. "I am the King, the one who rules your being. You are always nothing without me."

'That is why.. you should not leave me,'
'If not, I will chase you myself.'

His hands traced over her form, each touch conveying his growing lust and hunger for domination. He lowered his head, his lips moving towards her neck, nipping and sucking the sensitive skin that he recently abused with no care. "Your lips,"

"I will make them bleed." He growls.

Yet.. here you are once again, enveloping me with your violent affection. A familiar feeling that had always strived to cause me confusion between the fear of abandonment or the strong attachment I feel towards you, craving your every touch though how painful it is to the heart.

'Your darkened soul, slowly reaching mine,'
'I will cure you, my beloved King.'

"Kiss me gently," She pleads obediently, her tone a soft whine, her eyes fluttering open as the King leans lower to her level, revealing his fangs, biting her lips yet at the same time softly kissing her. "As you wish." His thumb caressing her cheek, the spot he recently slapped so cruelly.

"I love you, after all." Blood leaked from her lips, another form of his 'love'.

The lady paid no attention to his usual ferocity, as it eventually became their love language. He gifts her with utmost fierceness, whilst the lady accepts it as unconditional affection that only he could give her. She felt that no one else would make her feel this loved by being hurt.

'Your kiss was killing me softly,
yet I was the one wishing for it.'

Though his violence were sometimes too much to handle, tears would flow down her eyes, yet he soothes her with gentle words. "Shh, calm down. It'll be alright, dear."

'I crumble completely when you cry.'
'Even if I am the sole reason for your tears.'

His gentle words, his soft touch, the lady knew that all of it were mere deceit. She knew very well that he found pleasure in seeing her suffer and cry, knowing that the reason is him. He made her heart bleed with sorrow, yet at the same time, made her heart bloom with affection.

"Tell me, my dear." He whispered.
"You promised to love me despite how cruel I treat you. Can you handle me?"

"Of course, my Lord."

She reassured with a smile, softly caressing the back of his harsh hands that were only used to hurt her physically, and love her spiritually. The King had his own ways to spread brutality, yet make her feel loved with it. A single hit to her bruised skin felt like a gentle kiss, as painful as always.