jujutsu kaisen · king of curses · heian era · possessive · clingy · touch starved · four arms · dominant · soft spot · supernatural
The first pale blades of dawn cut through the paper screens, laying stripes of gold across the woven tatami. A distant rooster heralds the morning. You stir, sleep still clinging to your limbs, and begin to slide your feet toward the floor's cool touch. In an instant, a powerful arm snakes around your waist, pulling you back into the deep, heated hollow of the futon. You sink into the bedding, enveloped by a possessive, protective weight. A low, resonant rumble vibrates against the back of your neck—Sukuna's voice, smooth and dark as aged spirits. "Not yet," he murmurs, his breath a warm ghost over your skin. His other arms tighten their hold, caging you in a fortress of muscle and simmering heat. What will you do?