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From the moment he was born, Yuuji has always been considered ‘special’.
Born with hair the color of cherry blossoms and birthmarks the shape of crescent moons under his eyes, features that appear eerily similar to the King of Curses, Ryomen Sukuna himself.
His family had just been a minor sorcerer clan, invisible in Jujutsu politics up until his birth. Now, everyone, even including the big three clans has set their eyes on the ‘special’ child considered to somehow have a special connection with the King of Curses.
Some considered it a boon. Others considered it an omen. Either way, everyone saw an opportunity. Most of all Yuuji’s own mother Kaori.
Ever the cunning player, she had practically jumped onto the opportunity to build relations with the court of the King of Curses and raise the Itadori clan’s standing presented on a silver platter.
It all culminated in him being told that he was to be given as a bride to the King of Curses, as a way to establish a cordial relationship with the Jujutsu society.
Yuuji could only accept because, well, what else was he supposed to do? He is a child, and he can only obey what his family tells him, especially when it is supposed to help them and others in the Jujutsu world.
On the day of the wedding, the entire estate is practically in a frenzy preparing Yuuji. He’s been dressed in a shiromuku while Kaori paints his lips and the corners of his eyes with crimson.
“You should rejoice, Yuuji. This is the greatest honor you could ever be granted.” she croons sweetly as she fixes Yuuji’s wataboshi. “This is what you’ve been born for. This is fate.”
Yuuji doesn’t understand the reasons the adults have concocted for their schemes. Only that he has to obey his mother’s words like the good, dutiful son he is.
He is taken to the King of Curses’ estate in a carriage traveling through mountains, hills, and creeks, carrying him to the far outskirts of human civilization.
When they arrive, Yuuji, like the rest of the entourage, keeps his perfect kneeling with his head touching the ground before Sukuna, keeping in mind his mother’s warning to always keep his head down unless ordered otherwise and the King of Curses’ reputation for beheading those who look up at him without permission.
He can only hear Kaori continue talking on and on about how much of an honor has been granted to their family for this, assuring Sukuna about how special Yuuji is, but mostly he can only think of how much it hurts having to endure this position.
And then, finally, he hears Sukuna’s voice. Loud and unmistakable, booming with the weight of immeasurable power, ordering them to finally raise their heads.
Yuuji finally glimpses him for the first time. The towering King of Curses with intricate black tattoos, a wooden-like flesh mask covering the right half of his face, four piercing blue eyes and four arms. His slicked-back hair is a pink color in a nearly identical shade to Yuuji’s. He is leaning lazily against his fist propped on his right knee, with a young white-haired monk standing steadfastly by his side.
At that moment, Yuuji can almost feel all four of those icy eyes boring right at him through his wataboshi.
Kaori and Sukuna engage in some more talks and, just like that, Yuuji is handed off, officially recognized as the King of Curses’ bride in exchange for a tentative peace with the Jujutsu society.
Just before she and the rest of the Itadori clan’s entourage leave, Kaori holds Yuuji’s hand and pulls him aside to repeat once again this being his life purpose and destiny.
Yuuji is then first escorted by Sukuna’s loyal aide Uraume to the wedding chambers, where he shall spend his first night with his now-rightful husband.
There, he waits, with nothing to do but to fiddle with the hem of his bridal kimono as he kneels on the soft red silk sheets covering the bed that is easily ten times his size, taking in the luxurious room and all of its ornate decor, a dizzying far cry from his modest yet comfortable room back in his old home.
Yuuji turns his head towards the sliding shoji door, and there he finally comes.
A towering colossus, moving more like a shadow than a man, a proud defiance of the course of nature itself. Yuuji keeps his gaze on him, entranced, until he suddenly remembers to keep his head down lest it shall be his price.
Yuuji can hear Sukuna’s footsteps, loud, imposing, getting closer and closer until he stops right in front of him. Yuuji still keeps his head down, his hands gripping tighter on his kimono while Sukuna’s sheer presence presses upon him with such weight and intensity.
“You may look up.” the booming voice resounds throughout the room and every cell in Yuuji’s small frame.
So Yuuji does, and up close, he can truly take in and process Sukuna’s appearance.
He’s known the King of Curses to be big, but when he just so barely meets Sukuna’s legs on eye-level, having to crane his neck up to even glimpse Sukuna’s face, Yuuji only now sees just how gigantic he is.
His eyes trace the hulking mass of muscle, covered by the intricate black tattoos, and up to his face, at his four eyes looking down intently at Yuuji. He is wearing only white hakama fastened with a black belt and a black haori draped over his shoulders.
At that moment, Yuuji feels less like a bride and more like a sacrifice. But perhaps there isn’t meant to be a distinction between the two anyway.
Yuuji gasps and freezes still when Sukuna grabs the left side of his face, his palm easily engulfing the entire length of Yuuji’s head. His thumb rubs over the crescent-shaped birthmark below Yuuji’s eye, one said to parallel Sukuna’s own second pair of eyes.
Sukuna smirks. “When they first told me about a child with a striking resemblance to me…I admit, I was a bit intrigued. Some say it was the result of being affected by traces of my cursed energy. There was even speculation that I could have fathered you myself. Heh…wouldn’t that be something?”
Yuuji doesn’t answer. Doesn’t know how to. Not like he himself knows any better about his apparent ‘special’ appearance.
Sukuna pulls his hand away and grabs his haori before tossing it to the side.
“Are you afraid?” he purrs, low and dangerous.
Yuuji looks into his eyes, still keeping a calm expression, and shakes his head. “No.”
Sukuna huffs with a smirk. “Wrong. You should be.”
He climbs into the bed, reflexively making Yuuji back away, but Sukuna cages him between his four arms, ensuring no escape underneath his massive frame.
Yuuji tries his best to keep his calm, but now, seeing the full extent of how trapped he is, his pupils dilate in slight panic spilling out.
But Sukuna notices even such a minuscule shift, his smile and leer turning predatory.
“Are you even truly aware of what your own family has signed you up for? When they dolled you up and handed you over to me in exchange for fragile peace with the Jujutsu sorcerers?” he says, taking a lock of Yuuji’s hair between his fingers.
Yuuji gulps, still firmly keeping his gaze. “I know that.”
Sukuna’s four eyes curve upwards. “Do you now?” he croons, leaning closer to Yuuji. “You were essentially a sacrifice. A piece of meat offered up in hopes to appease my wrath.”
Sukuna grabs his chin next, firm but not rough. “So now…you are completely mine to do with as I please. Mine to possess. Mine to parade. Mine to devour.”
For the first time, Yuuji finally flinches, not just from Sukuna’s implied threats but the way he had described so matter-of-factly the truth Yuuji has tried to deny; that Yuuji’s own family has handed him off to a figure as feared as the King of Curses himself, with no particular care of whether he would live or not.
He gulps, steadying his breathing. “I…I know that.”
“And? Do you still accept it? Not even attempting to fight back?”
Yuuji looks down. “....I have always been told that I have this special connection to you because of my hair and birthmarks. That I was destined for you. I don’t know if that’s true or not, but…I suppose, if that means doing this will mean peace…then I'm fine with that. At least this way, I can help people, like my grandpa used to say."
Sukuna narrows his eyes, staring even more pointedly down at Yuuji while the latter continues, “And…even if I could escape, like you’ve said, my family probably doesn’t want me back anyway. I’d have nowhere to go to. Since we’re married now, this is my new home, so…” he looks up again. “I’ll definitely try my best to live with you.”
Sukuna just stares at him, four eyes boring through him so deeply as if looking at Yuuji’s own soul, looking for any cracks, until he suddenly chuckles, deep rumbles vibrating through the bed and Yuuji’s own body.
“You are quite a strange one, brat.” he says. “But…I suppose that means I haven’t completely wasted my time.”
Using his two hands to hold Yuuji’s arms down, Sukuna uses his other two to start removing Yuuji’s clothes, removing his wataboshi and the uchikake. When he is stripped down to the kakeshita, Yuuji starts squirming.
“What…what are we going to do?” he asks.
Sukuna raises a brow. “You are asking this? Did your family even tell you anything about having your first night with your groom?”
A blush quickly spreads across Yuuji’s face. “They…t-they only told me to obey what you say….nothing m-more.”
Sukuna chuckles lightly. “Well, this is what married couples do, brat. And we’ll be doing it a lot, so it’s best for you to learn quickly.”
Sukuna continues with stripping the kakeshita, leaving Yuuji in only his fundoshi. Then, he slowly rips that away too, fully revealing Yuuji’s naked body.
Yuuji instinctively attempts to curl up around and cover himself, but Sukuna’s four arms keep him laying flat, exposing the full expanse of his smooth, tan skin, his small and perky rosy nipples, and his little cocklet.
Sukuna smirks, his four eyes devouring the sight before him while Yuuji squirms in spite of his best efforts not to.
“No need to be shy. I am your husband now. We should fully bare ourselves to each other.” Sukuna purrs.
His lower pair of arms starts pulling down his hakama, while his upper pair still keeps Yuuji in place. And that’s when Yuuji sees it - or them - clear as day.
Sukuna’s two cocks spring free, one on top of the other, as big as the rest of Sukuna himself. Thick, curved, with red, angry heads hovering above Yuuji’s lower half.
Yuuji can only stare at them wide-eyed in pure stunned amazement. He has never seen that many cocks outside of his own, but this is way beyond his imagination, his understanding of reality itself.
“There…there’s two?” he whispers.
Sukuna chuckles. “Why are you so surprised, brat? You’ve already seen the rest of me.”
Yuuji gulps. “I…I guess.”
Sukuna runs his hand over Yuuji’s body, easily covering the entire width with his size. Yuuji gasps and trembles, Sukuna’s heat searing through his entire body, his mind truly registering how huge Sukuna is. How effortlessly he can do to Yuuji as he wishes without him having any chance of resisting.
Somehow, the thought doesn’t scare Yuuji as much as he’s expected.
Then, without a word, Sukuna lifts Yuuji up by his hips until he is level to Sukuna’s chest, dangling him off the bed. Yuuji blinks, looking up at Sukuna with expectant confusion.
“What are you doing?”
Sukuna’s mouth stretches into a grin. “Now? Now I will devour you.”
Yuuji looks down to Sukuna’s stomach, eyes widening as a long, horizontal line stretches across, opening up into a giant mouth sticking an-equally wide, tattooed tongue out, dripping drool onto the bedsheets.
He squirms, trying to avoid as the tongue tries licking up at him. He looks back at Sukuna, at his smugly satisfied expression.
Yuuji gulps. “A-are you really going to eat me now?”
Sukuna laughs in amusement. “You are still far too small to satisfy me that way, brat. But I shall savor your flesh differently.”
The giant tongue proceeds to lick a long stripe up Yuuji’s entire body, from his cocklet towards his chest.
Yuuji yelps and tries wriggling away, to no avail. His entire frontal body is now lathered in saliva, the foreign, cold wetness spreading and embedding itself in his body, especially on his cocklet and nipples.
Sukuna huffs in satisfaction. “Just a mere taste, but…you certainly don’t disappoint, brat.”
Yuuji gulps. “It…it feels weird!”
“Because you have only experienced this for the first time. But soon enough, you will fall more readily into the pleasure.”
Then Sukuna lifts Yuuji to sit him right on the tip of the giant tongue, the thick, wet muscle firmly pressed between Yuuji’s thighs. Yuuji still tries squirming away, prompting Sukuna to hold him firmly in place.
The tongue begins sliding steadily from the front to back of Yuuji’s crotch, laving over his cocklet, sliding across his taint, and wedging itself between Yuuji’s asscrack, pushing deeper against his hole.
Yuuji’s yelps turn into breathy whimpers, his tiny body shaking as the initial discomfort turns into a foreign heat consuming his entire body.
“It’s- ah…m-my body feels h-hot!”
Sukuna smiles. “Good. Stop thinking too much. Feel it.”
The tongue presses against both Yuuji’s cocklet and hole, steadily moving and stimulating both places. The tip begins wiggling its way past the tight, untouched ring of muscle, making Yuuji jump.
“N-nn- aaahh! I-it’s going in m-my butt!”
Sukuna chuckles. “Don’t worry, brat. It’s to prepare you for the real thing.”
Yuuji yelps again, feeling the increased pressure as the tongue continues pushing its way in, pressing against his inner walls. But after the initial discomfort, that same heat spreading throughout his body returns, turning into this urge unconsciously driving Yuuji to buck and grind his hips against the wet, textured muscle, turning into a hot pressure coiling in his gut.
“Ah, ah…I…I feel like…”
“Hm? Like what?”
“I…I feel like I’m going to….going to pee!”
Sukuna huffs out a laugh, running his hand down Yuuji’s spine, his finger teasing near the rim of Yuuji’s hole. “It’s okay. Let yourself go, brat.”
Yuuji pants heavier, his head turning fuzzy as the heat continues building up. He still tries his best to hold in the funny feeling traveling from his gut to his cocklet out of embarrassment.
Yet no matter how hard he tries, he still ultimately cannot resist, not with Sukuna’s giant stomach-tongue relentlessly attacking both sides. He is caught off-guard when it happens, crying out as a strong shockwave courses through and seizes every muscle taut in his body, his cocklet spraying a sort of sticky, white fluid onto the giant tongue.
His body continues to convulse with the aftershocks as the tongue cleans up Yuuji’s cocklet off of his cum, thrusting a couple more times out of his hole before pulling back into the stomach-mouth, licking the corners of its lips with a slurp.
Yuuji’s head hangs down as his tiny body trembles, breathing heavily, mind still clearing up from his post-orgasm daze. Sukuna lifts his chin up, and Yuuji sees him smirking with dark satisfaction.
His thumb wipes the drool on the corner of Yuuji’s lips, and he chuckles again.
“Kuha. As I thought…you look much more appetizing this way.”
Yuuji whines weakly. “That…that was…weird, but…”
Sukuna raises a brow, letting Yuuji continue, “But…it….it felt good…too….”
Sukuna hums. “Good, good. But this is only the beginning.” he says, before he grabs the back of Yuuji’s head to kiss him.
Yuuji freezes, his eyes widening as he feels Sukuna’s lips moving against his own. He has never been kissed before, and to feel Sukuna’s unexpectedly soft yet firm against his sends tingling down his spine and through his nerves. Sukuna then bites his lower lip, making Yuuji part them and allowing Sukuna to slip his tongue inside. Yuuji gasps and moans as Sukuna’s tongue explores every corner and crevice of his tiny mouth with such hunger that it feels like he’s trying to suffocate him, all the while he pushes the tip of his finger through Yuuji’s ass.
Yuuji flinches and groans, though Sukuna’s finger slips in more easily and less painfully than when his stomach-tongue had first done so earlier. Yuuji moans when Sukuna’s finger pushes in deeper, stretching him open little by little.
Sukuna finally pulls away. “Hmm…seems like you’re already stretched enough.” he mutters, pushing the finger in and out several more times before pulling it out.
He lifts Yuuji up and positions him above his lower cock. Yuuji’s eyes go wide, feeling the blunt tip nudge against his rim.
He gulps. “Th…that’s going inside me?!”
Sukuna laughs. “Of course. This is what consummating our marriage means. This is your duty as my bride.”
Yuuji looks blankly and shakes his head in panic. “T-that’s impossible! It’s too big! It won’t fit!”
“Don’t worry. I’ll make it fit.”
Sukuna slowly sinks Yuuji down onto his cock, the tip pushing its way past the loosened rim. Yuuji moans loudly as Sukuna’s cock keeps pushing until the tip is all the way in, forming a huge bulge on Yuuji’s stomach.
“Ah…hanh…it’s…it’s too much…” Yuuji whimpers with the overwhelming pressure filling the entire lower half of his body. Sukuna, noticeably looking a little strained himself, just lifts the corners of his lips in a grin as he runs his hands over the bulging outline of his cock.
He hums in appreciation. “Look at that. You’re taking me better than I had expected.” he says, pressing down on the outline, making Yuuji squeak.
Yuuji squirms some more. “I…I don’t know if I can take more…”
Sukuna looks at him for a bit before leaning down, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “This will do for now. But eventually, you’ll surely be able to take all of me.”
Sukuna grabs Yuuji and slowly lifts him off his cock. Yuuji loudly moans, feeling as if every corner of his insides is pushed in and rearranged with each slight movement of Sukuna’s cock in him, sending pleasant buzzes through his nerves.
If this is just how the tip feels, he can’t even imagine what taking the entire length would be like.
Then Sukuna pulls him back down again, slowly, but firmly. When Sukuna's cock once again hits that specific spot in him, Yuuji loudly screams as his entire body trembles, orgasm once again seizing him off-guard. His cocklet releases pitiful spurts of clear, sticky liquid right on the remaining length of Sukuna's cock
Sukuna actually stops to look at Yuuji as the latter pants heavily, trying to catch his breath.
Yuuji then slowly looks up. Upon seeing Sukuna's expressionless stare, he immediately looks down, his face burning in embarrassment.
"I'm...I'm sorry." he says quickly.
Sukuna raises a brow. "Sorry? For what?"
Yuuji looks up again and covers himself in his arms in panic. "I, uh....I didn't know that would happen again so quickly."
Sukuna stares at him for a while before laughing deeply. Yuuji looks up at him in confusion.
"My sweet, innocent bride," he coos, gently but firmly moving Yuuji's arms covering himself. "That is nothing to be ashamed of. That is your body responding naturally to pleasure."
Yuuji licks his lips and nods. "Will...will we still continue?"
Sukuna chuckles. "Of course we will. I have not yet fully enjoyed your body to the fullest."
Sukuna sets a slow but steady pace, fucking Yuuji’s tiny body up and down the tip of his cock. Yuuji loudly moans and pants each time Sukuna moves his tiny body with his two hands, the overwhelming fullness lighting every nerve in his body alight, especially just right after his recent orgasm. Tears are rolling freely down his cheeks from how overstimulated he is.
“Ah, unh…aah…Lord Sukuna…” he whines, curling in on himself.
Sukuna’s eyes light up and he smirks.
“How is it, brat? Is it still too much for you?”
Yuuji looks up at him with wet lashes and shakes his head. “I-I…don’t…know…a-ahh…”
Sukuna chuckles. “You seem to be already doing very well. I’m quite impressed. Most would have broken already.”
He then leans closer to Yuuji, breaths mingling on each other’s skin. “Perhaps you really were made for me, after all.” he murmurs, kissing Yuuji again.
His two other hands roam over Yuuji’s body again, caressing each small curve, memorizing the sensitive spots that make Yuuji gasp and squirm. He manifests a mouth on each of his palm, using one to lick and suck on Yuuji’s nipple and using the other to litter bites on Yuuji’s skin, covering his body in blooms of red and purple. Sukuna can feel Yuuji’s tiny body tremble, the stuttering in his breath, the way he tightens even more around Sukuna’s cock.
Sukuna pulls back from Yuuji’s red, kiss-swollen lips and his own breath hitches, growing heavier with his impending climax.
“Fuck- brat.”
“Huh?”
“Stroke my other cock as well.”
Yuuji blinks and directs his eyes to the one that has been erect and hovering above him, leaking from the angry, purple head.
“U-uhmm…what? How?”
“Just touch it with both of your hands and feet.”
Yuuji blinks once again, unsure, but he does as he is told. He puts his two hands and two feet on the shaft, fingers not even touching each other from how thick it is. His hands and feet move along with his body up and down the shaft each time Sukuna moves him.
“L-like this?” he says, looking up timidly.
Sukuna huffs in satisfaction. “Yes, like that. And lick it too.”
Yuuji looks at the cockhead, gulping in anxiety. He then gives slow, small, kitten-ish licks on the tip, looking up at Sukuna with worried eyes. The taste of the precum leaking from the tip is strong, salty, and slightly overwhelming, but Yuuji can’t help but to find it addictive somehow. Just like how he’s been addicted to Sukuna and his touches.
Sukuna groans breathily. “Good, very good. Keep going just like that.” he says, and he moves Yuuji faster down his cock.
Yuuji gasps out a choked moan with the sudden change of pace. His entire body heats up with the familiar pressure building up in him again. The combination of both it and Sukuna’s words somehow spur Yuuji on to actually suck on the tip, or at least what little he can with his tiny mouth.
He hears Sukuna’s breathing stutter, his hands gripping the sides of Yuuji’s body harder, further digging his fingers into the delicate flesh. But Yuuji, like Sukuna, are too consumed in the sparks coursing through his nerves to notice the pain, if it doesn’t outright add to the heat.
Yuuji moans, little sounds vibrating through the tip barely squeezing into his mouth, but it still drives Sukuna crazy all the same.
“N-nhh…Lord Su-Sukuna…it’s happening again!” he moans.
Sukuna grins. “Perfect.” he mutters. “I’m going to pour my seed into you, brat, and you will take all of it like the good boy you are.”
Yuuji’s eyes roll back, tongue sticking out as Sukuna continues churning Yuuji’s guts into the shape of his cock. The two’s heavy pants mingle with each other, swirling into heat in the atmosphere sending fire through Yuuji’s spine and towards his gut.
“Lord Sukuna! I…I’m going to-”
His word cuts off into a loud, choked gasp when his climax catches him off-guard for the third time, his body trembling and clenching around Sukuna’s cock. His cocklet sprays small spurts of clear, sticky fluid onto his stomach and onto Sukuna’s other cock, the one he is stroking with his small hands.
Sukuna takes in a shaky gasp and he moves Yuuji’s limp, trembling body faster around his cock to chase his own pleasure. Finally, he keeps Yuuji just halfway through the tip of his cock as it shoots a flood of cum into Yuuji’s tiny hole, filling his stomach full, while his other cock sprays a load of it straight onto Yuuji’s face and body. A long, guttural growl rips through his throat as both of his cocks continue shooting ropes of cum, most of it spilling straight onto the bedsheets.
Both of them remain still in that position for a few seconds, gasping, trembling. Then, Sukuna slowly lifts Yuuji off his cock, more streams of cum overflowing out of Yuuji’s bloated, distended belly.
Sukuna can’t help smiling as he rubs over Yuuji’s stomach, pressing down and pushing out more cum, listening to him whimper. “Look at how much you’ve taken. And there is still even more coming out. If you were a girl, you surely would have gotten pregnant with my child already.” he says. He looks straight into Yuuji’s eyes. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
Yuuji can only whine softly, already out of energy to do anything. His glazed honey brown eyes slowly droop in utter exhaustion.
Sukuna looks down at Yuuji’s slack form for a bit and huffs before scooping him in his arms and throwing his haori over Yuuji’s trembling body.
Then, he stands up, the sudden movement jerking Yuuji awake. He looks up at Sukuna with confused eyes as he carries Yuuji in his arms out of the chambers.
Outside, Uraume, who has apparently been standing by the chambers the whole time, bows as Sukuna steps out. When Yuuji sees them, he immediately turns to bury his face in Sukuna’s chest, further curling himself up in his arms out of embarrassment.
“Uraume, send servants to clean up the sheets.” Sukuna commands.
“As you wish.”
“Have you prepared the bath?”
“Yes.”
Sukuna hums. “Good. Make sure everything is ready by the time we’re done.”
Sukuna walks past Uraume, carrying Yuuji down the long corridor.
“Where…are you taking me?” Yuuji mumbles sleepily, but Sukuna doesn’t answer. Despite his confusion, the warmth, the safety in Sukuna’s firm, large arms still lulls him, putting his complete trust in Sukuna.
Sukuna slides open the shoji door to an indoor onsen. The working servants, both human and curses, immediately scurry away with Sukuna’s arrival.
Yuuji looks upon the hot spring with eyes widened in awe.
“Is that?” he whispers. Sukuna walks to the edge of the hot spring and takes off his hakama and haori draped over Yuuji before stepping in, carefully lowering Yuuji to the hot water.
Yuuji winces at first from the direct contact with his sore body, but he quickly adjusts to it, letting himself relax on Sukuna’s lap, resting against his chest.
“Do you feel all right?” Sukuna asks, slightly startling Yuuji from the rumble through his chest. He turns back to see Sukuna looking down at him, all four eyes showing something Yuuji had never seen from Sukuna before. Something close to consideration.
Yuuji blinks and nods. “Y-yes. Um…it’s just…it’s the first time I’ve ever gone to a hot spring.”
Sukuna hums. Without another word, he takes a washcloth and uses it to clean Yuuji’s body. Carefully washing down every creek and corner, especially the dried cum on his face, the frontal side of his body, his ass and his thighs. Sukuna’s cum especially keeps spilling out of Yuuji’s ass and his stomach still remains bloated.
“Hmm…there is still a lot here. It’ll probably take days for all of this to completely come out.”
Yuuji gulps. “R-really? Will I…get sick?”
“You shouldn’t. But if you do, then you’ll be taken care of, so you don’t need to worry.”
Yuuji nods, but what Sukuna has said earlier still nags in his mind. “Will…will I really become pregnant?”
Sukuna chuckles. “No, you won’t. Not as you are right now. But…if you truly want to, then we can certainly talk about…options.”
Yuuji’s eyes widen and he shakes his head. “Um, n-no! I don’t want to have a baby now! I don’t think it will fit in my tummy anyway!”
Sukuna just shakes his head in amusement and continues cleaning Yuuji’s body. Meanwhile, Yuuji takes this opportunity to observe Sukuna much more closely. At his extraordinary features, like his tattoos, four eyes, four arms, the mask covering his right face, and his stomach mouth.
He had already long heard about the King of Curse's monstrous appearance, but now, especially after spending so much time close with him, Yuuji is filled with curiosity rather than fear. He wants to ask Sukuna about them, about how he got them, how he does things differently than a normal human. But Yuuji still doesn't feel ready to ask him yet, not wanting to appear impudent.
"What are you thinking about?" Sukuna suddenly asks, making Yuuji jolt.
"Oh, uhm....n-nothing." Yuuji says, quickly shaking his head and averting his head.
But Sukuna just smiles and turns Yuuji's chin to face him again. "Lies. I can see you were deep in thought. Do you think you can lie to your own lord and husband?"
Yuuji's eyes widen and he shakes his head again. "No, I'm not lying! I just..."
"Hm? What?"
Yuuji chews on his lip. "I just...I wanted to ask you about...some things...."
Sukuna hums. "Ask about what?"
"Umm...like your...body..." Yuuji gulps. "About your four arms, four eyes, like that....I'm sorry, I-I didn't want to be rude, so..."
But instead of getting mad, Sukuna just laughs again. "That's it, huh? Well, naturally you'd be curious." he releases Yuuji's chin, going back to scrubbing his body. "Be patient. You can ask all the questions you want after you get your rest."
Yuuji nods. He winces and gasps again when Sukuna’s hands press upon the bruises that have already started to form yellow and purple patterns on his body, especially on his sides, where Sukuna’s large hand prints have formed.
“Does that hurt?” Sukuna asks again.
“Uhm…just a little bit.”
Sukuna nods. “That’s just how it is the first time. But you’ll get used to it. You’ve already shown yourself to be resilient compared to others.”
Yuuji just looks down, thinking upon Sukuna’s words. Resilient. Maybe that is the correct word to describe him, one who had spent the night as the King of Curses’ bride and come out (mostly) intact.
He takes a certain kind of pride in it, of being able to survive what most couldn’t.
“By the way, Lord Sukuna…why are you the one bathing me?”
Sukuna looks at him like the question itself is unreasonable. “Why shouldn’t I bathe my bride?”
“Ah…” Yuuji blinks. “It’s not that, but…I thought you’d have servants to do it. That’s how it was in my home back then. And you have servants to do everything else.”
“I do have servants do tasks I consider beneath me. But taking care of my bride is not one of them.”
Yuuji’s eyes widen, feeling warmth suddenly flood into his chest and his face. Sukuna’s sudden gentleness and consideration weird him out initially, but to hear him proclaim it out loud like that overwhelms Yuuji with this sudden warm feeling.
Yuuji doesn’t know what it is, whether it is love, or something else…but he doesn’t hate it.
“Besides,” Sukuna says again, wrapping one set of arms around Yuuji. “I wouldn’t have anyone else looking at and touching you like this. If they do, I will tear their heads off their bodies.” he says, his stomach-mouth suddenly licking a stripe up Yuuji’s back.
Yuuji gasps. Sukuna’s gentleness so far has made him forget the King of Curses’ true nature, the sudden violent reminder completely catching him off-guard. “You can’t just kill people for looking at me!” he blurts out without thinking.
Sukuna chuckles. “Oh? And why shouldn’t I? They are my servants. I have the right to punish them for overstepping.”
“Y-yeah…but that’s going too far!”
Sukuna hums and grabs Yuuji’s chin. “Getting mouthy with your husband now? Quite bold of you, right after our first night, no less.” he purrs.
Yuuji freezes, instantly realizing his mistake. “N-no! That’s not what I-” he panics, but Sukuna just pets him on the head.
“Well, I’m letting it go just this once. But we will need to work on your understanding of your current position.”
Yuuji looks down and just answers, “All right.”
After that, Sukuna finishes bathing Yuuji, drying him up and dressing him up in a loose yukata. He carries Yuuji back to their chambers, where Uraume once again is standing guard, bowing and greeting Sukuna to enter the recently cleaned-up chambers.
Sukuna steps through the shoji and towards the bed, the dirty sheets already replaced with a clean one. He first lays Yuuji down before carefully lying down next to him.
He kisses the side of Yuuji’s head and murmurs, “Sleep, now. There is yet much to do once dawn breaks.”
With Sukuna’s hand carding through his hair, and the comforting warmth of his large presence, it doesn’t take Yuuji long to be lulled into deep slumber.
He doesn’t know what he will face in the next morning, waking up for the first time in his life as the bride of the King of Curses. All the many complications and troubles that will surely come his way with his new status, with his husband’s reputation.
But he isn’t afraid anymore. Not of Sukuna, not of potential enemies that he will make. Not with Sukuna who has turned into a surprising source of comfort and protection for him where he hadn’t expected any.
If this is the kind of life he’s always been destined for forever, with Sukuna at his side, Yuuji finds it to be not so bad after all.