Sukuna and you are nothing exclusive, you’re both free to do whatever you want with whomever you please.

Sukuna himself has played a lot of people’s feelings, usually only having short relationships and not sticking with one, because he feels like doing it. After all, none of these humans are worthy of having him around for long, he’s nobody’s property and he’ll never be. He’s too prideful for any of that.

However, you’re different. Sukuna feels differently about you, even as many times as he’s reminded himself this situation-ship means nothing. But still, he hates the idea of you doing just about anything with anybody else — he firmly believes he’s the only one for you and he wants you to be all his, for him to be all yours.

Sukuna lay his head in your lap, you twirling strands of his pink, spiky hair in your fingers, his hands possessively wrapped around your waist, tightening when he once again thinks of the possible scenario of you replacing him.

“Don’t ever leave me, got it?” Sukuna says gruffly, not caring if he sounds sort of territorial. You could seriously get this man on his knees if you really wanted to, to beg for you.