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You almost felt the urge to go back on your decision, to turn around and tell Sukuna to go back home. It was absurd, really.
Ever since you agreed, Sukuna had been on your heels, two feet behind you, engaging in a monologue about things that didn't necessarily concern you.
Oddly enough, you hadn't thought of Sukuna as the chatty type, yet he seemed unusually persistent in trying to win you over.
At least he wasn't bitching about his usual grievances, you had to give him that.
"It's been a while, no?" Sukuna mused, his hands casually tucked in his pockets as he observed you from behind. It seemed Sukuna had run out of topics to discuss.
"Mhm," was all you managed to respond with. Was this what you really wanted? Was it the right decision? Wouldn't you just end up more entangled with him?
The more you thought about it, the more difficult it became to arrive at a clear decision.
Sukuna's persistence had undeniably swayed you to some extent. Perhaps that's why you were willing to go along with this.
But beneath your anger, there lingered a desire to prove him wrong, even though deep down, fear crept in, making the decision all the more conflicting.
After reaching your home, you opened the door, allowing both yourself and Sukuna to enter.
The atmosphere inside was as quiet as usual. Shoes were removed, and Sukuna, along with you, stepped inside.
Suddenly, Sakiko emerged from her room, her eyes widening slightly as she noticed the man she had feared since that horrible day.
Sukuna spared her only a brief glance before redirecting his attention back to you. With a quick smile in Sakiko's direction, you headed upstairs, Sukuna following closely behind, blatantly ignoring Sakiko.
In your room, you shut the door with a resounding thud, dropping your bag as you made your way to the closet. Sukuna slouched on your couch, seemingly unfazed.
With a sigh, you turned to address him.
"Sorry, I forgot. Can you wait outside for a moment?" you asked, hoping he would have some decency and give you some privacy. Sukuna, however, shot you a harsh glance.
"For what?"
"I need to change," you explained.
Sukuna sighed, rising from the couch. You thought he was about to leave, so your attention returned to the closet.
However, when you heard his steps approaching, your eyes darted back to him, only to stumble backward when you realized how close he had gotten.
His arm hung loosely over the closet door as he tilted his head, thoroughly observing you from head to toe.
"There's no need for that," his voice dripped with a certain tone that sent a blush creeping across your face. Sukuna had always possessed this irritating ability to affect you.
"This time, though, the door will be locked," Sukuna smirked, moving away from you and toward the door, locking it with a deliberate motion.
Despite having clothes on, you felt an unusual vulnerability in his presence. Why did he seem more intimidating than you remembered him to be?
Shaking off your unease, you decided to gather yourself. You were determined to prove to Sukuna that fucking him wouldn't change your opinion about him.
But the point of it felt somewhat stupid. Were you truly attempting to prove that, or was there something deeper at play?
18+ warning
Closing the closet, you turned in Sukuna's direction, taking a few steps forward. Sukuna casually tossed his school jacket aside, then proceeded to loosen his tie before unbuttoning his blouse.
As you almost gawked at him, Sukuna noticed your gaze, letting out a quiet scoff before discarding his blouse entirely, casting it aside with a careless motion.
He closed the distance between the two of you his eyes locking with yours with a half-lidded gaze as he awaited for your call.
A thick lump formed in your throat, nerves intensifying.
"What? Scared now? Will you back out?" Sukuna taunted, his voice dripping with mockery, a sly smile creeping onto his face.
Heat rushed to your cheeks, but you refused to let embarrassment take over.
Steadying your nerves, you met his challenging gaze with a determined one of your own.
"Scared? I signed up for this, you asshole," you retorted.
Sukuna chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that sent shivers down your spine. "Good, let's see how long that hatred for me lasts, pretty."
"Fuck you," you scowled.
Your response seemed to be the trigger Sukuna needed to cast aside any restraint he had maintained the entire week.
Without warning, he shoved you against the wall, his lips finding your neck. His hands quickly explored your thighs, trailing fingers upwards.
Instinctively, your hands reached for his hair, gripping it softly as you tilted your head, giving him better access to your neck. His kisses were hungry and rough, eliciting soft moans from you as Sukuna squeezed your thighs.
"God, you're so fucking delicate," he growled.
You yelped when you felt his teeth sink into your neck, not too hard, but enough to blend pain with lust. Sukuna then lifted you by your thighs, carrying you over to your bed before tossing you down.
"Strip," he ordered, a single, commanding word hanging in the air.
You obediently followed instructions, removing your blouse and then your skirt, but a sense of timidity lingered as the prospect of shedding your undergarments arose.
Sukuna's patience waned, and he decisively drew you towards him, his tongue assertively invading your mouth. His demeanor exuded dominance, leaving you breathless as he hungrily kissed you.
A startled yelp escaped you when his hands skillfully traversed to your bra, tearing it apart and casting it aside. His firm grip on your breast intensified, with rough hands as he stroked your nipples until they grew hard.
The sensation of his fingers delicately tracing over your skin elicited a moan, and anticipation heightened as he tugged at your underwear.
"Look at me," he commanded, gripping your jaw and forcing your gaze to meet his.
"Do you really hate me?" His palm found its way to your pussy, dragging his hand all over the mound before trailing lower "Or do you just crave how good it would feel to be fucked like a dumb little slut?" Your panting breaths hung on his every word, a growing warmth pooling between your thighs.
"Tell me... beg me..." His hand continued its descent, drawing nearer to your puffy clit.
"B-beg?-" you stammered.
His hot lips pressed against yours, a passionate kiss accompanied by a firm grasp of your ass and the intrusion of his insistent tongue. The depth and intensity of his exploration left you breathless, it felt so long and so deep, almost like he was in your throat
"I want you to beg for my touch, I know you fucking want it. Beg for it, or you won't get it," he growled.
"Fuck....Sukuna....fine, please!" you managed to force out the words. "I want you," you whimpered, a deep pout forming on your lips.
His satisfaction was evident as he clipped your lingerie down with his finger in one swift motion.
His thumb caressed your folds softly, groaning at how wet you had gotten so quickly. Slipping one finger inside, you gasped, holding on to his wrist and grinding down a bit.
Loud squelching noises filled the air every time he pushed in a bit deeper. "Tight little slut. All for me." He pushed you further down on the bed before leaning in between your legs.
"I'll make you feel so good you won't ever forget me, ya hear me?" he rasped before taking it with his mouth.
Your hips buckled and thrashed against his face, the resonance of your moans bouncing off the walls. Adding another finger with force, he slammed them both inside, stretching you wide. Cream and slick cascaded down your thighs as he pumped faster, consumed by the intoxicating sensations.
His throbbing length ached, yet his singular focus was on the delectable taste of your pussy. Groaning with closed eyes, he spread his fingers inside as you sobbed above him.
"Please, please..." Your desperate pleas hung in the air, their meaning unclear. He sucked, enveloping you with his entire mouth, going to your sensitive clit.
Deep kisses pressed against you before he withdrew his fingers, replacing them with his probing tongue. You tightened around him, your hand fisting in his hair as you rocked your hips.
"Sukuna!" Your tear-filled eyes met his as he moaned, savoring the essence of your taste on his tongue. The sound of his name on your lips had him throbbing, but he resisted the urge to touch himself, driven solely by the desire to release within your tight body.
"I'm going to—ah." Your body convulsed and shook, but he persisted in savoring every inch of your being. His long tongue hitting all your sensitive spots, and as you reached your peak, he welcomed the waves of pleasure emanating from you.
Your walls fluttered against his tongue, your hands gripping his hair even tighter, toes curling, and small sniffles filling the room.
Returning his tongue to your sore clit, he gave it a few more sensuous sucks before smirking up at you.
The room echoed with the aftermath of your ecstasy as you tried to stifle the pretty noises escaping your throat. His gaze held such desire that you felt yourself shrinking.
"I must say you were good at driving me fucking nuts" he confessed, standing to his full height. "This time, however, I won't let you be with anyone other than me."
Still reeling from the intensity of your orgasm, you didn't fully grasp his words. He inhaled against your neck, his voice resonating with possessiveness.
"Fuck y/n. I'm not going to let you out of my sight. Too fucking precious." He claimed your lips again, and you closed your eyes, gripping his arm.
Fuck, you hated how much you were enjoying this. How much you were enjoying him.
He pulled away as he licked his lips. Unable to tear your gaze away, he unbuckled his belt slipping off, revealing a glimpse of what he had been concealing.
Your eyes slightly widened when you saw his long cock in front of you. Throbbing and veiny. Okay, you did not expect him to be all that big.
You felt a pang of fear, doubting whether it would even fit. Would it? Unintentionally, you licked your lips, a gesture that only seemed to amuse him further.
"Be gentle... please, it's my first time..." you mumbled shyly, averting your gaze. Sukuna, with a cocky smirk, gripped your jaw, forcing you to meet his intense gaze.
"No promises, doll," he retorted, his tone dripping with anticipation. Aligning his throbbing member with your small opening, he teased you by running the tip along your slippery, glistening folds, eliciting a cry from you.
Positioning himself once more at your entrance, he hesitated for a moment, studying your face before thrusting forward, plunging himself into your virgin flesh. Your nails dug into him as you screamed in pain, yet strangely, there was an undercurrent of pleasure coursing through you.
His size was overwhelming, stretching you to your limits as your walls clung desperately to him. "So damn tight," he groaned, each snap of his hips driving him deeper into your quivering form.
With a few sloppy thrusts, his balls hitting the cusp of your ass, Sukuna sensed your escalating pleasure from your reactions. "Mpfh i-" you moaned, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. Adjusting to a new angle, he drove deep into the gooey wetness, eliciting a delirious response from you.
He intensified his thrusts, now moving at an intense speed, his hips rocking into yours as he sought to hit your sweet spot once more. With each plunge, he pressed deeper, bottoming out within you. "Say my name," he rasped.
Squeezing his cock, he continued to thrust faster, causing the bed to rock beneath you. "Say my name!" he growled, his tone tinged with annoyance and determination, his hips slamming down on yours with increasing force.
Lost in a haze of pleasure, you struggled to focus on anything but the overwhelming sensation consuming you.
"Sukuna!" you cried out as he pumped his cock inside your tight hole, each thrust stretching you to accommodate him. The sensation of him withdrawing slightly before slamming back inside sent shivers of ecstasy coursing through your body.
Your eyes rolled back in pleasure as his tip found that special spot once more, your moans driving him wild. "Sukuna, right there, please... again," you pleaded, arching your back as he gripped your waist, pushing you back into the mattress.
With a final, powerful thrust, he filled your cervix with his cum, which leaked out of you in a sensual release, your walls clenching around him for the last time as you breathlessly uttered his name once more.
He withdrew his cock from you, leaving you feeling depleted and breathless from the intensity of the sex. Your body still pulsated with lingering sensations, and you longed for the refreshing relief of sleep.
Sukuna moved to the side before getting up and putting his pants back on before fetching for a towel and returning to tidy up the aftermath. After finishing the task, he approached you, gently pressing a tender kiss on your forehead.
You sat up, instinctively covering your naked body with the sheets, while massaging your temples. Sukuna smirked, taking a seat beside you and gently tucking strands of your hair behind your ear.
Conflicted emotions swirled within you, and you couldn't shake off the unsettling feeling that Shoko's words about Sukuna's prowess in bed were unfortunately accurate.
And having to come to terms that he was a god in bed was something you'd never want to admit.
"Hm, I still hate you," you declared, looking away to conceal the faint smile that had involuntarily appeared on your face.
"Wow, is that what you say after having sex for the first time?" Sukuna chuckled, leaning down on your bed, his head resting against his palm.
"Oh, come on, sweetheart. Admit it, I've left quite the impression," he teased, a wicked glint in his eyes. His words hung in the air.
Your gaze flickered back towards him, and despite your efforts, a reluctant smirk betrayed your true sentiments.
"Impression, maybe. But don't mistake it for anything else. I still hate you," you retorted, the words carrying a mix of defiance and a hint of playfulness.
Sukuna's grin widened, sitting up, he leaned in, his lips dangerously close to your ear. "Hate me all you want. Just remember, it won't last long," he smirked.
As ihe pulled back, a challenging glint still lingered in his eyes.
"You're so annoying." You scowled. "Now go away! I have to change!" With that, you threw your pillow at him, but to your dismay, Sukuna effortlessly caught it.
"Go away? I've seen every part of your body?" Sukuna huffed, raising a brow with an amused expression.
"So?" you mumbled, feeling your cheeks heat up. Why did he have to remind you?
"Sooo? I'm staying,"
"Sukuna!" you pleaded, the scowl on your face deepening.
But Sukuna seemed unfazed, maintaining his usual air of indifference, much to your frustration.
"Whatever," Sukuna scoffed, rolling his eyes as he rose to his feet, granting you some much-needed space.
Once he left, you found yourself alone, you immediately slapped your hands against your cheeks, clenching your eyes shut.
The fact that you had mustered the courage to do it was nothing short of astounding. While your old friends had often downplayed the experience of having sex, with Sukuna, it felt strangely alluring.
Swiftly, you stood up and hurried to your closet, opting for a long, white plain shirt paired with a black mini skirt. After pulling on some white socks, you fashioned your hair into a low bun, scrutinizing yourself in the mirror.
Did you look alright? Adding a touch of lipstick for a splash of color, you momentarily questioned your actions. God, what were you doing? You snapped out of it, putting the blush aside. What were you even getting ready for?
The thought lingered, though – why did the mere idea of Sukuna evoke such excitement in you?
Were you...falling for him? Maybe. But...you werenät gonna give in so easy. Sukuna had a lot to own up to and he still hadn't done that.
Sure he was trying you'd give him that but you'd need time. If he ever messed up again...you don't know if you could forgive him.
Well, amazing isn't it? Seems like Sukuna was right after all. You can't hate him.
Shaking off those musings, you opened the door to find Sukuna absent. Perhaps he had descended downstairs, but shirtless?
You snatched Sukuna's blouse before leaving your room, and making your way downstairs.
As you traversed the hallway, you found it deserted, confusing you further. Persisting, you ventured onward until you reached the living room.
Your steps faltered as you witnessed Sukuna hoovering over Sakiko engaged in what appeared to be a heated discussion.
Sukuna's hand pressed against the wall as Sakiko glanced at you before pushing him away. "Ahem, I'll go buy groceries," she said, adjusting her glasses before briskly walking past you.
With a puzzled expression, you turned to Sukuna. "What just happened?"
Sukuna dismissed it with a shrug. "Nothing," he grumbled, moving toward you.
"Alright," you relented, offering him his blouse. He snatched it from your hand, tossing it over his shoulder in a casual manner.
"Want to come to the studio with me later?" Sukuna asked, his hands finding their way to your waist.
"Why?" you inquired, raising an eyebrow.
"Why not," Sukuna retorted.
"Who's going to be there, and where is it?" you questioned.
"Just some people, and it's in the city. Don't worry," Sukuna replied casually.
"Some people?" you pressed.
Sukuna let out an airy chuckle before planting a kiss on your cheek. "Yeah, some," he whispered. You pushed him away gently, meeting his gaze.
"Okay, but it doesn't mean we're on good terms, by the way," you said, pushing him off entirely with a grin.
"Oh?" Sukuna raised a brow in amusement.
You chuckled at his response before leaning against the wall with your hands behind your back.
Sukuna was already leaving for boxing practice, so you followed him to the door before waving goodbye.
The atmosphere between the two of you seemed somewhat okay.
But how long would it be until Sukuna reverted to his behavior from Gojo's house? The thought lingered, but you didn't want to dwell on the past.
With a sigh, you closed the door.¨
EARLIER
Sukuna descended the stairs, his hands in his pockets as he surveyed the new items purchased to replace what he had damaged in your home.
Entering the living room, he found Sakiko seated on the couch. As soon as she noticed Sukuna, she sprang to her feet, glancing around to ensure you weren't present.
"Have you told anyone?" she questioned, her eagerness palpable after a month of nerve-wracking tension.
"Of course not. We had a deal, didn't we?" Sukuna shrugged, a sly smile creeping onto his face as he advanced.
"I don't understand..." Sakiko murmured. "If you want y/n to be treated right, couldn't you achieve that by getting rid of me too? Why threaten me?"
Sukuna drew close to Sakiko, looming over her. "Perhaps I enjoy watching you suffer," he mused. "It's amusing to me. How long can you keep up this charade before someone notices?"
Sakiko swallowed, her back pressed against the wall.
"You know, I could hear the two of you from down here," she seethed.
Sukuna's grin widened. "Oh? I'm pleased to hear that. Did you enjoy our little performance?"
"You've ruined that girl," she spat.
You were supposed to be raised as this holy virgin daughter of your family, so you could be married off to a wealthy family.
But now Sakiko is the one who knows you're 'dirty' and 'uncleansed.' If anyone heard about this, you'd be done for. Your parents would disown you.
"My specialty, huh?" Sukuna chuckled softly, a slow grin spreading across Sakiko's lips.
"You know," she began, "I'm glad you did what you did."
Sukuna arched an eyebrow, puzzled, though his smirk remained intact.
"Because if you ever decide to fuck me over... you'd be condemning that poor girl too."
Sukuna's smile faded, his demeanor shifting to a stern seriousness. He appeared almost bored, a hint of irritation creeping into his expression. "Oh yeah?"
This time, it was Sakiko who wore the smirk. "Foolish naive boy," she chuckled. As footsteps approached, she quickly pushed Sukuna away, her eyes catching sight of you.
You prepared for the evening by slipping into a soft white dress, accented by a delicate light pink jacket draped over your shoulders.
Unsure of the occasion's exact dress code—fancy or casual—you opted for an ensemble that struck a balance between the two.
After applying a light touch of makeup, you let your hair flow freely, cascading down your back for the night.
Snatching your cute white-pink Dior bag, you made your way downstairs, deliberating between shoes and heels.
Ultimately, you decided against heels, feeling they might be too formal for the occasion, even though it wasn't technically a date. You settled on a pair of stylish shoes instead.
Exiting the house, you waited patiently for Sukuna to arrive. Unfamiliar with the route and relying on his promise to pick you up, you glanced around, hands resting behind your bag.
The quiet of the evening was suddenly disrupted by the roar of an engine echoing down the road. Turning your head, you spotted Sukuna approaching on his sleek, red-black motorcycle—the latest model—pulling up beside you.
As Sukuna pulled up in front of you, he removed his helmet, tilting his head to signal for you to hop on.
"When did you get a motorcycle?!" you exclaimed, your lips parting in astonishment.
"I've always had it. Just don't use it much," Sukuna replied casually, handing you his helmet.
"I... I've never ridden a motorcycle before," you admitted nervously, to which Sukuna rolled his eyes.
"Just get on. You won't die,"
Biting your lower lip, you reluctantly placed the helmet over your head and climbed onto the back of the motorcycle, wrapping your arms around Sukuna.
He wore a tight black shirt with sleeves, accentuating his defined abs. It seemed like he enjoyed being half-naked most of the time.
As the engine roared to life, you couldn't help but yelp as Sukuna accelerated quickly. Clutching onto him tightly, you shut your eyes tightly as the wind whipped past you, causing your dress to flutter in the breeze.
Eventually, you dared to open your eyes and stole a glance at Sukuna, who maintained a neutral expression.
It struck you suddenly how handsome he looked, with his features illuminated by the passing streetlights. But then again he had always been handsome.
If it weren't for his grumpy and rude personality, you might have found yourself head over heels for him a long time ago.
It felt strange to be this close to your former bully. You'd probably have laughed if your old self heard about this.
Sukuna slowed the motorcycle and parked it near a bar. Helping you off the bike and taking the helmet from you, he led you through the unfamiliar surroundings. It was an odd location, to say the least.
Grabbing your hand, Sukuna guided you into an alleyway, navigating through several twists and turns until you arrived at your destination—the place Sukuna had mentioned: "Culling Studio."
"Wow, this place is deserted," you observed, taking in the eerie atmosphere.
"It's supposed to be," Sukuna replied cryptically, pulling you inside.
The air was thick with the scent of smoke and a faint muskiness. The dim lighting made it difficult to see, but you could hear distant noises emanating from deeper within.
As you stepped inside, the sudden brightness momentarily blinded you before your eyes adjusted to the scene. There were approximately seven people present.
Seated on the couch were three individuals you recognized—Yorozu, her friend Uraume, and Kenjaku, whom Geto had referred to as his evil twin.
Nearby, a boy with light blue hair adorned with stitches stood by some instruments, accompanied by a bald guy.
At the table, a girl with disheveled white hair and a guy with striking buns atop his head were engrossed in a game, the man sporting prominent black under-eyes, suggesting he hadn't slept in days.
"Look who's here, and oh, who is that lovely young lady?" Kenjaku remarked, sitting up and adjusting himself.
You remained close to Sukuna, feeling conspicuously out of place amidst their edgy attire, all dark colors contrasting sharply with your white dress and pink jacket.
"Y/n," Sukuna replied curtly, while Yorozu shot you a disapproving glance before turning to Uraume for clarification. Uraume offered you a warm smile in return.
The guy with stitches approached with a grin, circling around you and Sukuna. "Wow, Sukuna's brought a girl here for the first time! Should we celebrate?" he exclaimed, clapping his hands.
"Mahito, quit invading people's personal space," the man with two buns interjected with a sigh.
"I'm just trying to welcome the new girl, Choso, right Jogo?" Mahito pouted, glancing at his bald companion who simply hummed in response while cleaning his electric guitar.
Sukuna, already fed up, placed his hand on Mahito's head, pushing him aside. He strode over to the couch and kicked Kenjaku's leg, prompting him to stand up so you could sit down.
Kenjaku huffed as he got up making his way over to a chair close to the two that were playing card games.
You offered a quick "thank you" to Sukuna before settling into the seat, feeling a wave of awkwardness wash over you. How were you supposed to approach these seemingly tough people?
Sukuna pulled up a chair next to Choso, while Uraume unexpectedly addressed you, causing you to turn your head in surprise. You hadn't anticipated her acknowledging your presence at all.
"Uraume, right?" you ventured.
"Mhm. Please don't be intimidated. I know they can seem difficult to get along with, but I assure you, with time, you'll find your place here," Uraume reassured you with a warm smile, though Yorozu shot her a irritated nudge with her elbow.
"Y/n, how did you manage to wrap Sukuna around your finger?" Mahito chimed in with a grin, crouching down in front of the three of you, his focus solely on you.
"I, uh... what do you mean?" you responded awkwardly, unsure of how to answer such a direct question.
"Mahito, stop being a nuisance," Uraume groaned, a scowl forming on their face.
"I'm just curious!" Mahito protested, raising his hands in an innocent gesture.
"We're just friends," you offered, though you couldn't help but wonder what exactly your relationship with Sukuna truly was.
Glancing over at him, you noticed he was engrossed in the game as well, seemingly indifferent to the conversation.
"Yeah, I don't think she's Sukuna's type," Yorozu chimed in, twirling a strand of her hair. "After all, his type is... well, more like me." She shrugged nonchalantly.
Mahito snorted, losing his balance and falling onto the floor. "Yeah, that's why he hasn't paid you any attention in four years!" he teased, earning a pillow to the face in response.
"You ratface, shut up!" Yorozu retorted, crossing her arms in a huff. "Yorozu, stop being a baby," Uraume giggled, tucking Yorozu's hair behind her ear.
You couldn't help but smile at their banter, feeling yourself relax back into the couch. It seemed your suspicions weren't entirely unfounded—Yorozu definitely harbored feelings for Sukuna.
"Hey, new girl! If you want him, you'll have to get through me!" Yorozu declared, turning to you with a scowl.
"Oh, um..." you started, uncertain how to respond. "Please don't mind her," Uraume chimed in, placing her hand over Yorozu's mouth to silence her.
"Ugh, not again!" the girl at the table exclaimed, standing up and throwing the cards aside in frustration.
Sukuna leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips. "Just admit defeat already, Tengen," he taunted.
"You pink-haired fucking asshole," she muttered through gritted teeth, ready to lunge at him, but the bald-headed guy intervened before things could escalate further.
"Tengen," he warned, stepping in to diffuse the tension.
"Sukuna!" Tengen shouted from across the room. "Ah, they're at it again," Uraume sighed.
"Huh?" You turned to Uraume, who shrugged. "They always do this. Sukuna wins, and she loses her temper," Uraume explained.
"Why, though? It's just a game, isn't it?" you asked.
"Well, they're gambling, if you couldn't tell. Sukuna just knows how to get under Tengen's skin," Uraume giggled.
Sukuna rose from his chair and approached you. Leaning down beside the couch, his hand resting on the armrest, he looked down at you.
"Come with me," he muttered, loud enough for you to hear. You glanced at Yorozu and Uraume before nodding.
You rose from your seat, leaving your Dior bag behind as Sukuna guided you into another room.
The lights flickered on, revealing a fully stocked bar with various drinks and cups neatly arranged on the shelves.
"Wow," you breathed out in awe.
You took a seat on one of the stools as Sukuna moved behind the bar counter, deftly grabbing two cups and placing them in front of you.
He uncorked a bottle of whiskey and poured a generous amount into each cup before handing one to you.
"What is this place really?" you ventured, taking a sip of the drink.
"A place me and those idiots discovered," Sukuna replied casually. "Ah, so friends, I assume?" you pressed earning a nod in response as he took a sip of his own drink, leaning against the bar, his gaze locked onto yours.
Suddenly, a smile tugged at your lips. "Stop looking at me like that!" you protested, averting your gaze.
Sukuna scoffed. "Like what?"
"It's just..." you trailed off, placing your drink on the counter and letting out a sigh. You knew it was time to broach the subject.
You needed to know where the two of you stood and what his intentions were.
"Sukuna... are you planning to just mess around with me?" you asked, testing the waters.
Sukuna toyed with his drink for a moment before setting it down. "Mess, how?" he replied, his gaze unwavering.
"Mess with my feelings," you affirmed, your voice steady but tinged with uncertainty.
A tense silence settled between you, and you couldn't help but sigh in frustration.
"Are you just trying to—" Before you could finish your sentence, Sukuna cut you off abruptly.
"What? You wanna date now? After one fuck with me?" His tone was harsh and direct, leaving you wishing you'd never even brought up the topic.
You fell silent, feeling your throat constricting with the weight of his words.
"I-I..." you stammered, cheeks burning with embarrassment. Being put on the spot like this was humiliating, especially when that wasn't even what you were trying to convey.
All you wanted was to understand where you stood with him.
"You what, Y/n. Be direct or don't speak at all," Sukuna's voice dripped with irritation.
Sukuna was annoyed, not just at that bitchass Sakiko, but mostly at you for not being forthright with your feelings.
He despised beating around the bush; he knew precisely what you wanted to know, but he wanted to hear it from your lips first.
Just one word was all.
After Sukuna's sharp words, you fell silent. You simply wanted to leave. His unwelcoming tone made you feel like a confrontation was imminent if you stayed.
You were tired of the endless cycle of fighting, forgiving, and repeating the same patterns with him.
"If you just didn't like me, why did you bring me here at all?" you whispered, struggling to contain your tears as you stood up from the stool, ready to make your exit.
But before you could leave, Sukuna grabbed your wrist, swiftly spinning you back into his chest.
You scowled, meeting his half-lidded gaze. The more you tried to pull away, the tighter his grip became. He pushed the drinks aside, causing them to crash to the floor with a resounding clatter as he pinned you against the counter.
"Who the fuck said I didn't?" Sukuna growled, his voice laced with frustration. "Who else do you think I've been losing my fucking mind over for the past couple of months, huh?"
Your eyes widened.
"Annoyingly enough, I've fallen for you, brat,"