Jujutsu Kaisen Oneshots

When the rain falls-Sukuna pt 2

The words echoed in my mind, louder than the rain beating down on the roof. A part of me wanted to reject it, to pull away and fight against the way he so easily claimed me as his.

But another part—one I barely wanted to acknowledge—felt that truth settle deep in my bones.

I was his, and no matter how much I wanted to deny it, I couldn't.

His hand remained at the back of my neck, his thumb brushing softly against my skin, a stark contrast to the possessiveness in his words. It was as if he were testing the boundaries of this moment, waiting to see how I would react. But I was frozen, caught in the intensity of the moment, unable to find the words or the strength to push him away.

He tilted his head slightly, his lips hovering near mine, close enough that I could feel the warmth of his breath. "Say it," he murmured, his voice a low command, the challenge clear. "Admit it."

I clenched my jaw, my body trembling—not from the cold anymore but from the sheer force of the tension between us. He was so close, too close. My mind was spinning, torn between the desire to resist him and the undeniable pull he had over me.

"Sukuna..." I whispered, unsure of what I was even trying to say. My voice was shaky, my body betraying the storm of emotions swirling inside me. Every fiber of my being was screaming at me to break free, to push him away, but I couldn't. He held me in place with nothing more than his gaze and the light pressure of his hand on my neck.

"You can't even deny it, can you?" His lips curled into a smirk, but his eyes... they were darker now, more dangerous. "You're mine, Y/N. You've always been mine."

The words sent a jolt of electricity through me. The way he said it, like it was a simple fact of the universe—undeniable, unchangeable—made my breath hitch. My mind raced, but every thought I tried to form crumbled under the weight of his presence.

I hated how much power he had over me. Hated how he could strip me bare with just a few words, a few well-placed touches. But what scared me the most was how much I wanted to give in.

Sukuna leaned in closer, his lips brushing the corner of my mouth in a fleeting, almost teasing touch. "Say it," he repeated, his voice softer now, but no less commanding.

My chest tightened, my heart pounding so hard I could barely think. The pressure, the tension, it was all too much. He was too much. The storm outside was nothing compared to the storm inside me.

I wanted to resist. I wanted to push him away and break free of this hold he had over me. But instead, I found myself leaning into him, my breath shaky as the last bit of defiance left me.

"I'm yours," I breathed, the words slipping out before I could stop them.

The moment they left my lips, something in the air shifted. His grip on my neck tightened slightly, and his lips curved into a satisfied smirk.

"Good," he whispered, his voice dark and possessive. "You finally understand."

Before I could react, Sukuna closed the distance between us, his lips crashing against mine with an intensity that took my breath away. It wasn't gentle—nothing about him ever was—but it was raw, consuming, as if he were claiming me with every touch.

I should've pulled away. I should've fought back. But I didn't. Instead, I found myself kissing him back, my hands gripping the front of his clothes as if I needed to hold onto something to keep from falling apart completely.

His lips were hot against mine, his hand sliding from the back of my neck to my waist, pulling me impossibly closer. The warmth of his body enveloped me, chasing away the cold that had seeped into my bones. All that existed in that moment was him—his touch, his heat, his presence. Everything else faded away.

When he finally pulled back, I was breathless, my heart pounding in my chest. His eyes, dark and triumphant, searched mine, a silent acknowledgment of what had just passed between us.

"You're mine," he said again, this time softer, but no less certain. "And don't forget it."

I swallowed hard, still reeling from the kiss, my mind struggling to catch up. There was no going back now. Whatever line had been between us had been crossed, and there was no undoing it.

And deep down, a part of me didn't want to.