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Nobara stares at the bleeding heart still pulsing in Sukuna’s hands.
Her own pounds fast in her chest.
The sudden rain around them is loud, roaring in her ears and making her clothes stick to her already trembling skin. Every icy drop serves to chill her to the bone, but it’s nothing compared to the look in the eye of the beast in front of her.
Savagery splits his face in two. Rows and rows of jagged, twisted teeth stretching straight from what were human gums, forming a grin that seems ripped straight from her worst nightmares.
It hits her hard, lancing through her body like a sharp bolt of lightning as her eyes snap up to meet Sukuna’s.
She’s going to die.
It’s going to be painful. It’s going to be torture.
But she’s not going to die without a fucking fight first.
Glaring, she lifts up her weapons, steeling herself for that first demonic impact. Part of her, in that frantic second, is able to assess the situation:
The special grade is dead, its domain disintegrating with Sukuna’s sudden appearance. Ijichi is still hurtling towards the closest hospital with a battered Fushiguro in tow, leaving her and Itadori alone to deal with this. She doesn’t know how long it’ll take for him to return. She doesn’t know what she can possibly do to stall for time, not when there still isn’t a strong enough sorcerer to help any of them.
The other part of her screams and screams and screams and screams. Itadori’s gone, and the King of Curses that she’s only been told whispers about is in front of her, wearing his face, mutilating it into an atrocious smirk. Itadori’s dead, and this thing is wearing his skin. Itadori’s dying, bleeding, there’s a hole in his chest, Itadori, Itadori, she has to save him, she has to save herself, she has to run--
SHE’S GOING TO DIE.
“Now, that’s the kind of face I like to see,” Sukuna purrs, and suddenly they’re face to face. His nose nearly touches hers. His breath reeks of fresh gore. “You scared of me?”
She leaps back. When he follows her easily, she grimaces.
“You wish,” she spits and she strikes her hammer down in an instant.
It’s humiliatingly easy, how easily Sukuna catches her wrist. “Aiming right for the eyes?” he mocks as his grip tightens despite her struggles. “He’ll need those, won’t he?”
“So he is coming back,” she snarls through gritted teeth. “He sure is taking his time--”
She tries to yank herself free but she doesn’t even budge, so effortlessly held in place that it makes that frantic, pathetic part of her want to break down and weep.
Sukuna grins at her. “Slip of the tongue,” he purrs before a wild bark of a laugh leaves him. “Speaking of which.”
Her brain shorts out when he kisses her. Their lips crash together, and suddenly his tongue is deep in her mouth, choking her, and she struggles, trying to bite down, tasting blood, Yuuji’s blood filling her mouth, foul and red and tasting far too sharply of iron. The pain she’s trying to cause him absolutely fails as a deterrent, only making him growl and smirk against her lips, pressing harder against her, holding her tightly. She can feel his cock pressing against her like a hot brand, and the feeling of it only makes her recoil further, scrambling back, desperate to get some sort of distance between them.
“Itadori,” she grits out as she finally manages to turn her head. She sputters as Sukuna immediately dives for her throat, biting down into the crook of her shoulder, and her voice leaves her in a sharp, frantic cry, laden with hot, serrated frustration. “Itadori!”
“He’s not going to come back,” he drawls out to her. “The coward’s hiding now. You should have seen him sniveling for his life back there. He wouldn’t dare return without this.”
He crushes the heart in his fist. Nobara shudders at the sound, the ghastly crunch of it. Gory pulp runs down Sukuna’s arm now, splashing onto the front of her shirt as he lets what remains splatter onto the floor with a sharp shake of his hand.
“His life, or a taste of your sweet, supple flesh. The choice is obvious,” he says, grabbing at her again with his bloody hands. “Any man would make it, and the poor fool is just a pathetic little boy, too in over his fucking head.”
“Shut up,” she snaps, but her bravado is failing. The smell of Itadori’s blood chokes her, makes her want to retch and scream and claw away her senses.
She nearly tries, but she remains immobile in his grip, helpless, fucking helpless.
“He used to dream of this,” Sukuna continues with a low groan, nestling all the more closer. “Isn’t that convenient?”
He laughs, and his hand snaps around her neck, squeezing tight as he sneers.
“Now we both get what we want.”
He slams her down into the ground.
The wind knocks out of her all at once from the impact, pain ricocheting through her system. So fast. He’s so strong.
She must have blacked out for a second, because the next time she opens her eyes, that gloomy storm is directly above her head, a torrent of rain spewing down and soaking her, heavily spattering down like little bullets. And Sukuna’s on top of her, both of her wrists trapped in one of his hands as the other tears at her clothes. The shred of wet fabric is loud, disgusting, and she shivers, feeling the rain against her bare breasts, mixing with something far, far too warm.
She doesn’t get the time to think about it.
Sukuna slathers at her chest, his mouth latched to her tits, sucking and licking like his life depends on it. She squirms, trying her best to kick him, but he has her pinned too easily, and it doesn’t matter how many times she jams the heel of her feet into him, he doesn’t budge. She can’t move. It’s over.
“Itadori,” she says again. She doesn’t know why she keeps calling for him, he’s gone, he’s dead, he’s hiding somewhere inside himself like a depraved little coward if Sukuna’s inspired words are to be trusted, but it’s better than begging a monster to spare her. “Itadori- You better not let him do this to me...”
Sukuna chuckles. He lifts off her nipple with a sickeningly wet pop, flashing his teeth again as he gives her a grin. “Is that your tactic now? Trying to offend me by screaming out the wrong name? You’re gonna have to try harder.”
He bites down into her flesh suddenly, groaning in relish as his head thrashes back like a dog until a chunk of soaking meat is ripped from her shoulder, spurting more scarlet across both of their faces.
Nobara’s proud of herself, the way she’s able to hold back her scream. She’s always had an unnaturally high tolerance for pain. With a technique like hers, it’s necessary - you never know when your own body has to be used as a weapon. Her grandmother used to fill her head with morbid strategies when she was far too young to know the cost, filling her innocent head with images: a lizard losing its tail, a fox chewing off its arm, a starfish split in half, still crawling across the silent ocean floor.
Her curse energy teems inside of her, electrifying every cell of her blood. If she’s dying, she’s going to take as much of him with her as she possibly can.
Sukuna swallows, and suddenly a blast bursts from his throat.
An explosion of bright light and discarded nails flashes through the air, rough globs of tissue spattering thickly forth.
Sukuna actually has the decency to look surprised for a moment. He looks down at the blood gushing from him, the hole in his throat emitting one single, corrugated croak of mild shock before suddenly the sinew and flesh are all raveling together again.
He coughs once, rolling his neck once before he scoffs out.
“Oh, you’re just full of surprises,” he murmurs, blood dripping from his teeth, his voice raw and rough in the last few seconds it takes to finish healing. “Maybe I won’t kill you. Maybe I’ll keep you instead.”
He laughs lightly, grinding against her again. “Would you like that?”
Nobara’s eyes turn up towards the sky. She thinks about how much dying will hurt.
Sukuna shakes her once. “Answer me, bitch.”
She spits in his face. “Fuck you.”
He snorts, rolling her over with that, getting her on her hands and knees like an animal.
“Fuck you! Fuck you, no! No!!” she screeches as she starts to claw around again. There’s so much blood around her and the dirt just soaks it in, the rain pounding down and making it spread off, further and further, escaping away like she’s completely unable to do right now.
He humps against her, holding her down tightly as he starts to feverishly shove away at his pants.
“No! No!” she only continues to scream. “Itadori! Ita-dori!”
There’s a snuffling sound, completely bestial as Sukuna pants and grunts against her body, and then he’s rutting against her with wild juts of his hips, cock jabbing between her legs, shoving and bashing against her as he tries to rush his forceful entry inside.
Nobara howls in pain. “Fuck!” she chokes, trying to angle her hips away. “Oh my God, it’s not gonna fucking fit, stop!”
“No, I’ll make it fit,” he snarls out, and she can feel the frenzied grin against the back of her neck as he humps forward, jerking his hips, stabbing and shoving further, further.
A strangled sound oozes from her throat as he starts to breach into her, every muscle squeezing around him, trying to force him out.
“Yes,” Sukuna only moans, and he humps her more eagerly, pistoning faster as tight muscle finally gives way around him. “Yes!”
His hips slam home triumphantly as he suddenly sheathes himself into her, cock sinking in as deeply as it can go. Every inch of herself is on fire, her guts twisting and cramping up, cunt clenching desperately around the intrusion. It hurts so much she gags, bile soaring up her throat like her soul is trying to flee free through her mouth, only barely kept inside as she swallows and chokes.
He snaps his hips into her again that very next second and Nobara collapses, face down into the dirt, weeping. Tears drip from her eyes, drool slipping from her mouth. He starts to fuck her, hard, and all she can do is dribble and sob, moaning in agony as he hammers into her.
“I’ll, ffh... fucking kill you...” she slurs into the mud. “I s... swear, I will...”
Sukuna laughs. He ravages into her, then, with all the violence of a leviathan finally unleashed, all his strength bearing down on her, every sadistic bit of his pleasure. She barely gets the chance to choke down a few breaths, every sharp thrust of his cock forcing another yowl from her mouth.
His claws sink into her flesh, latching deep against the bones of her hip, keeping her painfully locked in place, unable to do a single thing but take it. Hot rivulets stream down her skin, steaming and hissing in the cold rain, pooling in muddy puddles on the ground under her, around her, darker and darker.
It’s sick. She can feel Itadori’s blood still draining from his chest, pouring thickly onto her bare back. It’s still far too warm. She can’t stop thinking about how he’s still alive in there. Hoping for it. Furious about it. Can he feel her, too? It’s his cock battering her insides, making her bleed. Is this really better than dying?
Is it worth it?
Sukuna starts to speed up, impossibly fast and only getting faster, every thrust accompanied with a wild, monstrous grunt. She realizes, with a hysterical drop of dread straight into her gut, that he’s already close to finishing, that there’s absolutely no reason at all to keep from cumming straight into her.
“Already?” she spits with as cruel a laugh as she can manage. It comes out a hoarse wheeze, too broken to be triumphant. “F-fucking pathetic that you can’t last more than a few minutes,”
“You’re the tightest thing I’ve fucked in centuries,” Sukuna replies without shame. “And I want to see how much you hate this next part.”
He yanks out of her, flipping her, letting her slam onto her back. As she yelps, he’s climbing on top of her again, shoving himself right back into the sloppy hole he’s torn open, forcing her to watch his face as it contorts in grotesque pleasure.
“Fuck yeah,” he groans, gripping her waist in two hands, making it clear that there’s no way she can get away. It’s far, far too late.
Nobara holds in her breath, all too ready for it to hit her, for it all to break her enough to force her to scream and scream and never, ever stop.
Sukuna suddenly collapses on top of her, seizing and jerking about. He convulses with an awful groan, hips erratic as violent jolts hit him, slamming into her with wild, uneven jerks, once, and then twice again.
He stills.
The rain replaces the cacophony that had been in the air before it, pattering harshly, splashing against her face.
Nobara expects a malicious cackle, cartoonish in its evil. More gloating. A sneer, a smile. She waits for Sukuna to grind salt as deeply into the gaping wounds as it could go.
Instead, she hears a cough and a soft groan, just before something far too warm vomits down her neck. She tries to look at where his head lay smothered against her neck and from the peripheral of her eyes she can see blood dripping from his mouth. The markings are gone, the mad ecstasy gone.
Itadori shudders and barely twitches against her. His cock pulses pathetically inside her, one last time.
“... Kugisaki,” he utters in a low croak.
Nobara grimaces.
“You’re a little late.”
Another wheezing cough leaves him, twisted into a raspy sob.
“I’m sorry, I--”
“Is he gone?” she interrupts. When he doesn’t answer, she shouts, panicked suddenly that this is a cruel trick. “Itadori?! Is he gone?!”
“He’s... I’m holding him back. I can’t move,” he admits in a small voice. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t,” she whispers, hysterical hiss rising to a shout as she raves out. “I swear to God. I’ll never forgive you. Okay? If you die right now, I will never fucking forgive you, s-so don’t you dare leave me like this, okay?” Stupid tears flood her vision and she clutches onto him, nails digging in. “You fucking idiot, why didn’t you just stay away?!”
“I had to stop him. I'm sorry it took me so long,” Itadori whispers back. “I’m sorry.”
Itadori goes limp, and every breath in her lungs dissipates as she’s forced to once again bites back a scream.