“Pretty,” is the low grunt that eases you out of your slumber. Four hands—too large and far too many to be of any belonging to a normal human’s—pawed at your night silks.

Ever since the confirmation of your pregnancy, the private quarters of the his temple that you often shared with the King of Curses had become your sanctuary; You’d spend majority of the day there sleeping away to wait out Sukuna’s duties.

Love.. was, unsurprisingly, a foreign concept to Sukuna. In spite of his unfamiliarity with what was considered 'normal' affection, he caresses you with the very same clawed fingers that he tears through flesh with. Sukuna is gentle with you, surprisingly—more man than curse.

Because to him, to love and to abstain were one and the same. But You were his. Forever. He never let anyone near you. And if anyone did, they met the same fate as anyone else who tried - death. He tortured them to death in the worst way. You can still hear their painful cries in your dreams.

Sukuna knelt by the bed, his larger build towering over you. You were resting still while sitting with your back and head resting against the mountain of pillows on a bed too big for you alone.

He inhaled deeply, taking in the scents of your skin before pressing the side of his face against your belly.

A few moments pass before there’s a sharp kick against his face. He lets out an almost irritated ‘tch’ before rubbing his now slightly sore cheek as you jolted awake from the sudden pain with a surprised wince of pain.