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the atmosphere was calm, well as calm as it could be with sukuna there.
you sat curled up in his lap while he yelled at toji through his headset for the nth time. you shifted slightly before slowly sliding out of sukuna's lap, he muttered a quick
“where ya goin?” his eyes shifted towards you, now fully out of his grasp.
“bathroom.”
he let out a low hum and returned his hard gaze back to his monitor.
-
“holy shit ryomen, yer washed.” toji snickered through the mic.
“easy to talk when you pick OKC every fucking round.” sukuna snarled back.
“aye back to back dubs speaks for itself.”
“its been two rounds already?” sukuna checked his phone, its been almost 2 hours since you left his lap.
“two rounds of belt? yea bro.” a snort came out from sukunas headphones.
“im hoppin off anyway to go out with my girl. cus i got other shit to do, like my girl. get it? cus i have a girlfriend.” sukuna teased.
“blah blah blah we get it asshat.”
sukuna chuckled to himself before logging off and heading over to barge on you in the bathroom, which was locked? he lifted a heavy knuckle and tapped on the door twice.
“babe, you takin’ a shit?”
a small snort escaped from the other side of the door, “yea ryo ive been shitting for two hours.”
his crimson eyes fluttered into a roll before he twisted the knob again, “okay brat then why is the door locked, let me in.”
needy bastard. “kuna you can wait for like two minutes, im almost done.” you added the final touches to your face before adjusting your dress again. kinda short. eh its fine.
he leaned against the door frame, arms crossed “almost done what? I can smell your body wash, did you wanna go on a date ton-”
the door swung open, revealing your finished look. hair done and neat, makeup on point, gold jewelry layered all over your body, and your new brown mini dress that hugged your body perfectly.
sukuna paused, looked you up and down, eyes immediately turning hungry.
“black shoes or brown shoes?” you cocked a brow at him.
“fuck, you look gorgeous baby.” he answered completely ignoring your question, “where we goin’?”
you puckered your lips and smiled back at him, “thank you. okay so black or brown?”
“brown. and give me like fifteen minutes, I'll be ready.” he bee-lined straight to the bathroom before your manicured hand pressed against his chest, stopping him right in his tracks.
“ryo you can’t come to girls night. I've told you this like a thousand times.”
girls night? It was like someone shot him in the chest right then and there. not only were you looking absolutely beautiful on a night the both of you had off, you were going out with your friends. instead of sukuna. not to mention how much they hated sukuna. the burly mans shoulders tensed,
“nonono, the hell you mean girls night? I thought WE were going out tonight.” it was almost pathetic how whiney his voice sounded. to anyone else it would've been a once in a blue moon sight, unfortunately for you it wasn’t.
“ryo I told you last night that I was going out with them.”
“did not.”
“did too.”
“did not.”
“ryomen i literally told you before we went to bed and you said ‘okay ill drive you.” you pushed past him and slipped on your brown kitten heels, before admiring your full look in the mirror.
“There's no way I said that, I was out cold before you even shut off the light.” he followed your trail like a sulking puppy`. a large six foot something sulking puppy.
“sukuna i promise you i’m not lying.” you paused with your purse and keys in hand.
“fine. but if i get handsy in the car, you cannot blame me. you look so hot.” he grabbed the keys from your hands and opened the front door.
you tsked, “mhm mhm no touching while my girls are in the car.”
“what.”
“we’re picking them up, remember?”
“you’re shittin’ me.”
-
after thirty minutes of being interrogated, looped into gossip, and asked the ‘you’re a guy what do you think?’ question approximately fifteen times, sukuna finally got to the restaurant.
your girls murmured a bunch of rushed thank yous before quickly hopping out of the car and heading into the restaurant. sukunas hand still gripped the wheel,
“thank you for dropping us off kuna.” you leaned over the center console and gave him a peck on the cheek, causing him to turn his head.
“call me if anything.” he responded in a low mumble.
“i know i know.” you smiled before turning to open your door.
“wait.” you paused and turned to look back at your boyfriend who was already outside of the car, he made his way around to your side and opened your door. He held your hand in his large gruff one before pulling you into another kiss, he pulled away just an inch from your mouth, his breath still on yours,
“i’m fucking the shit out of you when you get home.”
you felt the warmth pooling in your cheeks, you bit back a smile and mumbled back
“promise?”
sukunas hands gripped at your waist, before dropping to his sides, a slow huff escaped his nose, “pinky.”
you snorted before walking off, feeling the sting of sukunas hand slapping your ass as you did so.
-
sukuna knew as soon as you called three hours later, slurring every other word, that he would be eating his words that night.
after dropping off your equally drunk friends, he carried you into bed, taking his time removing your make up because he knew you would yell at him if he didn’t, then taking off your heels and dress, changing you into one of his shirts.
“ryo.”
“hm.”
“my friendsss saidd they loveeyou.”
“really?” shocking. considering they mean mugged him all night. didn’t even bother to say his name properly.
you nodded slowly under the sheets.
“why’s that?”
a hiccup escaped your lips, eyes fluttering shut “they said… youmake mee glow.”
“they’re idiots.”
you snorted, “loveeyouu.”
“i love you too brat.”
he couldn’t even be mad at you for blue balling him all night.
satoru gojo, your husband, goes to reddit for marriage advice?
fluffy at the end; wc: 0.8k
it’s been a day since you and your husband, satoru, had gotten into a fight. you come home, and he’s nowhere to be seen, although you know today he himself would be working at home. you attribute it to perhaps not wanting to see you after the argument you had yesterday, and you can't help but feel embarrassed for him, not manning up and avoiding your presence like the plague.
you set your stuff down at the kitchen counter and bring yourself to your room to change out of your work clothes, and pass by his office. the lit computer monitor catches your eye, meaning he couldn’t have been out of the house for long. upon closer inspection, you see a familiar orange bar on the top of the screen, and a smaller body of text that follows it. reddit.
what could your husband possibly have to do on reddit? you sneak into the room and look closer at the monitor. the post reads:
AITA? My wife and I got into an argument over me not appreciating her cooking.
you blink a few times, confused. this literally happened to you yesterday. is this…? you look at the poster’s name, and the username thestrongest67 stares back at you. ah. okay.
you continue reading the post, wondering what your husband could possibly have to say about the argument where he was clearly in the wrong. it continues:
Today, me and my wife– 28 M and 27 F respectively, got into an argument yesterday. For some context, today at work, I suppose the files I was supposed to send over to my clients were intended to remain confidential, and now, the clients ended up canceling the services we were offering to them. My boss got pretty upset with me, and he ended up disciplining me pretty hard, so I’m not too sure if I’m getting that promotion I was due for. Anyways, I came home and my wife ended up making my favorite meal for dinner. I was grateful, of course, but I was in a pretty bad mood when I got home. I brushed off my wife, and when she asked how the food was, all I said was “It’s fine, whatever.” She got upset with me and began to ask me why I was acting that way, and I sort of snapped and began to lash out and we got into a fight. Now, I’m typing this as I’m banished to sleep on the couch tonight. I was upset about my work thing but didn’t really explain it to her while we were arguing, and now she’s been upset at me and she just told me to wait to talk, but I’m getting really impatient with her being upset at me. AITA? And what do I do?
you scoff by the time you finish reading the lengthy passage, annoyed that your husband went to reddit of all places to find marriage advice. you piece together his behavior from last night and it kind of makes sense. it’s true, you didn’t want to hear him out, mostly because you thought he didn’t have a good reason, but you planned on talking to him today about it. you literally told him last night that you needed some time alone and that you’d come to him when you were ready to talk. you see that there are comments, and you can’t help but see what other husbands of reddit have to say in response to yours.
the first one, with 120 likes, reads:
user4021: Obviously you're TA? Your wife cooking your favorite meal for you after a shitty day is supposed to make you feel better. Why are you acting like a bum?
another reads:
user2094: You are TA. You just said your wife told you she’d come to you when she was ready. Just wait it out.
one that makes you laugh says:
tojiloveshiswife: You clearly don’t deserve your wife. I’d never treat my woman the way you do.
you smile, because you can’t help but feel silly after reading this. sure, your husband went to reddit for advice, but he’s clearly desperate for you to hear his apology. you realize you can’t stay mad at him for any longer.
after a bit, he comes home. you hear the quiet sound of the door creaking and footsteps treading. he walks over to where you’re sitting, holding a bag of what seems to be food from your favorite restaurant. he begins to ramble, “i’m so so so sorry for yesterday. i had a rough day at work yesterday and that’s obviously not a good excuse—”
you interrupt him with a hug, and say, “it’s okay, i know. you’re forgiven.”
“how did you—”
this time, you interrupt him again with a kiss.
heh i liked writing this. i think i saw something like this somewhere on tumblr w the jjk men on reddit, but i couldn't find it 😕 if anyone does, pls lmk so i can credit the inspo!
“uh… why is sensei doing push-ups?” yuji asks, when he, nobara, and megumi enter the classroom.
satoru’s pushing himself up and down with one hand because, according to you, normal push-ups weren’t enough. but even then, he’s barely breaking a sweat. and he’s grinning, while you stand over him, watching with your arms crossed.
his uniform jacket is folded over the back of a chair, leaving him in his compression shirt, arm bulging and back tensing with each lift and fall of his body.
“i upset my-- hah beautiful, smart-- hah strong, gorgeous, perfect wife,” he pants, “punishment fits the crime.”
he really is right where he wants to be.
megumi doesn’t even bat an eye - this was the least unusual thing that you and satoru do. he slides into a chair with a sigh.
“how many does he have to do?”
“a hundred,” you say. satoru lifts his head to look up at you, mouth parted, little pink hearts in his eyes peering at you over the rim of his glasses. “he’s on seventy-two.”
his grin widens. “you know, this isn’t a challenge for me. why don’t you sit on my back, sweetheart?”
you crouch down in front of him and his eyes light up. “i know what you want, and you don’t deserve my touch.” you push his head down so he’s facing the floor again, and he grunts when you press extra weight, forcing his body down. “only twenty-three left. you can do it, my love.”
if his heart wasn’t beating fast enough before, it definitely was now. especially with the saccharine tone you used at the end of your sentence.
god, was he down bad.
“… call us when you’re done,” megumi says, already out of the classroom.
silly thought inspired by this video HAHA can you tell he makes me a little a lot insane
bf satoru who persistently insisted on always touching you. at all times. everywhere. whether it was a hand on your thigh, his arms lazily wrapped around your shoulders, or his favorite—holding hands. he found it so endearing how his large, veiny hands completely engulfed yours.
bf satoru who didn’t mind the slightest bit about the judgmental looks sent his way while he shamelessly trailed gentle, loving kisses along your pretty neck. pda was never a problem for him. he loved watching people’s faces contort with disdain while he was merely appreciating his beautiful, sweet girlfriend.
bf satoru who loved to show you off, especially around his friends. like he wanted to show them just how lucky he got. how he’d wrap his beefy arms around your waist while you sat on his lap, possessively biting your shoulder as you talked with his friends. how he loved it whenever you wore something that showed a little more skin, just so he could show off the goddess he had as a girlfriend—while making it clear they’d never be able to touch you. or sometimes, he’d simply grab your face and pull you into a deep hungry kiss mid-convo with suguru.
bf satoru who would take you to amusement parks on purpose just so he could spend hours glued to your side, his head resting on your shoulder and his arms around your waist. or your arms looped around his neck while he gave you slow, lazy kisses as the two of you waited in line for the roller coaster, just like one of those cheesy, cliché teenage couples.
bf satoru who loved when you returned that same level of affection. possessively kissing him while staring down the girls that were making a fuss over him. shamelessly flirting with him around his friends, whispering sweet nothings in his ear while they looked at him with disgust written all over their faces, obviously aware of what you were doing.
bf satoru who could literally—as he claimed—feel his soul quiver whenever you weren’t around. he needed to feel you. to feel your soft skin against his rough, scarred one. to feel the pulse of your healthy, beating heart. to know that you welcomed his touch. that you wanted him just as much as he wanted you.
.
.
.
made by toruslut. couldnt stop thinking about how clingy gojo would be irl so i decided to write it. i hope you all enjoy it and pls lmk your thoughts.
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ꮼ pornstar!choso is a very loyal man ( unsurprisingly )
ᦸ pornstar!choso as a boyfriend ⸝⸝ art by @torucider ⸝⸝ not proofread
pornstar!choso doesn't care whatsoever that he could 'feasibly' fuck any porn star he wanted to & get away with 'sanctioned cheating,' as some of his co-stars so disgustingly put it.
He'd rejected multiple girls, coworker or not—going out of his way to talk to HR about feeling uncomfortable ever doing a professional shoot with those who expressed sexual or romantic interest in him—before & after you two got together, making it very clear he is happily in a relationship.
pornstar!choso doesn't say it makes him uncomfortable if you watch one of his films, but it's kind of obvious he doesn't enjoy the thought of you seeing him working like that, with his awkward jokes about how he does a much better job with his actual girlfriend than just some actress.
Which is true; when he's with you, there's no script, no pretending; he can just be in the moment, feel completely comfortable with being vocal & free of a dozen crew telling him how to 'screw better.'
pornstar!choso hates it whenever someone questions either of you about how you could feel comfortable being his girlfriend. Even more so when it comes from others at his agency—he knew it would happen, but the fact that his girlfriend has to be put on the spot on how she could ever like someone like him is a gut punch.
But he's always grateful when you answer without hesitation that a boyfriend's job doesn't affect a relationship—a relationship should be built on how two people treat & care for each other.
pornstar!choso can only imagine how it must feel knowing he'd been inside another woman mere hours ago, so every time he gets home, he makes it very clear he only has room for you in his heart.
He's still affectionate & attentive, no matter how tired work made him. If it's cooking you dinner, showering with you, just listening to you talk about your day while you both get unready from the day, or just sitting together.
pornstar!choso is extremely private & open about your relationship in interviews—he'll gush about how loving the relationship is & how very happy he is with you but never goes into any explicit detail about anything.
The most anyone's ever got out of him is how he met you & that it felt like 'time stopped' the moment your eyes met.
pornstar!choso took things pretty slow in your relationship. Opting to make sure you were both clear about what you wanted, where the relationship could go & if you were even a good match before it got serious.
It's a good thing he did, because it ended up making the relationship very healthy & strong from the get-go. Honesty & communication are very big roles in the relationship, making it a safe space without judgment.
pornstar!choso is, without a single doubt, amazing in bed—he's a porn star, for fuck's sake. He knows how to fuck & takes his sweet time learning every little thing that makes you tick.
He has a mental note of the perfect way to go down on you to give you the best pleasure, your favorite positions, your favorite noises he makes, and how to elicit his favorite noises—there's a reason he's such a big porn star, & he's making sure you know exactly why each night.
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the house was unusually quiet. normally by this time, nanami would already be dressed for work and halfway through answering emails while drinking coffee that had long gone cold. instead, sunlight peaked the curtains and illuminated the unexpected sight of your husband still asleep beside you.
you studied him for a moment. his phone sat untouched on the bedside table, and looking at the clock, he had somehow slept for nearly three hours later than usual. this felt impossible for you to believe.
a low groan escaped his lips as he shifted beneath the blankets. without opening his eyes, nanami reached across the mattress until his hand found yours. his fingers tightened around it.
“I know you’re staring at me,” nanami says, his voice rough with sleep. his eyes remained closed as he spoke, and he gently tugged on your hand until it was resting against his chest. “you’ve been staring for at least two minutes.”
you couldn’t help laughing. “you weren’t even awake.”
“I am now.”
“you literally had your eyes closed.”
nanami finally opened one eye and looked up at you. “that doesn’t mean I wasn’t aware of what was happening.” his arm slid around your waist a moment later, pulling you closer until there was barely any space left between you. “you’re also sitting too far away.”
the seriousness in his voice made you laugh at him. for someone who spent most of his week buried in meetings, deadlines, and endless work calls, he became surprisingly clingy whenever he had free time. it was as though he spent the entire week storing up affection only to unleash all of it the second he got a chance.
the mattress shifted beneath you as he moved closer, pressing his face against your shoulder.
“you know,” you said, glancing at the clock again, “most people are awake by now.”
“most people are exhausting.”
you rolled your eyes. a small smile appeared on his face before he buried it against your shoulder.
then you felt his lips brush against the side of your neck. the kiss was soft, almost absent-minded. you immediately smiled.
“nanami.”
“hm?” he murmured against your skin, peppering you with gentle kisses all over.
you tilted your head slightly. “you’re very clingy today.” lifting your hand over him, running your fingers through his hair,
his response came in the form of another kiss near your jaw. “I haven’t seen my love properly this week,” nanami said quietly. “I’ve been leaving before you’re fully awake and getting home when you’re already half asleep.”
the honesty in his voice made your heart soften.
because he wasn’t wrong. the past few weeks had been especially busy for him. even when he was physically home, part of his attention seemed to be somewhere else.
now, for the first time in what felt like forever, he was completely present.
another kiss landed on your lips. then another and another and ano– you laughed softly. “you’re proving my point.”
“i don’t know what point you’re talking about,” you could practically hear the smile in his voice. “today’s not about work .”
you raised an eyebrow. “no?”
“no,” nanami said, completely serious. “today is about staying in bed with my wife and let her know (and feel) how much I’ve missed her.”
his arm came around your waist, tightened. “let me spoil you today.”
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summary: getting knocked up by your older brother’s fratbro wasn't exactly apart of your five year plan. least of all with notorious fuck boy ryomen sukuna.
pairing: frat!kuna x reader
content: everything in this series is considered 18+ so not minor friendly! contains mature content such as rough sex, breeding, spanking, spit play, lactation kink, descriptive child birth, postpartum depression, probably more
dividers by: @petalpxl | series moodboard | art by @xxlorinmower
chapter one: how you met \ chapter two: of course it's yours, you fucking idiot!
chapter three: meeting the itadori's \ chapter four: hospitals and hot dad walks
chapter five: fratuncles \ chapter six: more than co-parents
series oneshots/drabbles:
1. stinky feet bandit ❀ 2. late night feeds ❀ 3. daddy's little poop monster ❀ 4. baby carrier experiment ❀ 5. yuji loves his baby cousin
frustration is an understatement, but it's how satoru gojo felt when you had shyly pulled away from a kiss for the umpteenth time.
of course, satoru loved you to the moon and back! you were his beautiful girl, but damn it were you shy. it was almost like a routine between the two of you. you'd get comfortable, then would be too nervous to press your lips against his without him initiating it. and if he was being honest, it hurt.
you acted like his touch burned most of the time. satoru would offer his hand for you to hold when passing large crowds and the most you would do was hold his pinky with yours.
so, being the amazing boyfriend he was, he was going to help you.
"just keep yours eyes on me, sweets." he coo'ed, carefully slipping in his cock inch by inch. "c'mon, we agreed on working on eye contact today." he reminded.
"I know.." you whimpered, slowly opening you eyes back again, staring into his deep blue ones. satoru's eyes flickered down at your entrance, clearly struggling in welcoming in his length. "you're doing so good." he leaned down to kiss your forehead. "just keep your eyes on me."
after a few minutes, he bottomed out. his hands were holding onto your waist, bringing you closer to him. "feels big.." you gasped when he slipped all the way out before pounding back in.
"that's cuz it is big, baby." he relished in the way tears formed at the corners of your eyes, nails scraping at his biceps. "you can take it though."
"sato!" you screamed, fluttering your eyes close. and satoru? he was absolutely eating this up. for the first time, you weren't afraid to be loud with your moans. “hey you’re being louder than usual. good!” he chirped. the bastard had the audacity to smile so sweetly down at you all while he was fucking you like he hated you.
satoru moved your legs to rest on his shoulders, allowing him to hit deeper. that’s when he saw it, the bulge on your tummy. "look at that.. give me your hand." he reached it, putting it down on your stomach. "you feel me? taking me so well, fuck, you're a good girl."
you saw through your tears how proud he was. bright smile looking down at you as if you just hung the stars.
satoru has never felt more proud of himself, deciding that pda was the next big step. the pinky holding turned into holding hands wether it be at the mall or a friend hang out. but of course, he couldn't help himself when he pulled away to drag your hand onto his growing bulge.
“i don’t think this is pda..” your voice was barely a whisper as your hand made its way to wrap itself around the base of his cock which was twitching like crazy, having its own pulse.
“public display of affection.. jerking me off is in that category” he bit his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, being careful as to not let any sound out. the last thing he wanted was to get caught by his friends sitting across from the two of you in a restaurant. “yes fuck..” gojo grumbled under his breath feeling your hand pick up the pace.
your eyes were set on the menu in front of you, trying to force yourself to focus on anything other than the pretty sight underneath the table.
“close.. so close..” gojo gripped the edge of his seat, cock twitching violently before shooting out his orgasm. he discreetly handed a towel under the table for you, leaning in to kiss your temple. “you’ve gotten so brave, my love.”
a soft smile appeared on your lips. "thank you babe." you returned the kiss, placing it on his flushed cheek.
the intimate moment was ruined by a gagging suguru. “hey who the fuck nutted on my shoe?!”
summary: getting knocked up by your older brother’s fratbro wasn't exactly apart of your five year plan. least of all with notorious fuck boy ryomen sukuna.
pairing: frat!kuna x reader
content: everything in this series is considered 18+ so not minor friendly! contains mature content such as rough sex, breeding, spanking, spit play, light hitting, lactation kink, descriptive child birth, postpartum depression, angst, probably more
wc: 7.9k
dividers by: @petalpxl | series masterlist | art i commissioned by @495lz | part four
You’re half dead on the couch, your baby lightly snoring on your chest as if she hadn’t been waking up every thirty minutes since her father left for a charity event his fraternity was hosting. You really needed to catch up on some school work and she refused to be put down, so you’d been sitting on the couch since Sukuna left two hours ago, tapping your daughter’s bum and praying she’d stay asleep for another hour.
Sukuna was trying his best to make up for his mistake last weekend and offered to take your daughter with him just as he did yesterday but you refused. As grateful as you were, you weren’t too keen on her being in some random building full of germs and told him that he should really be focusing when he’s fulfilling his frat responsibilities. He scuffed at that, telling you that he was perfectly fine and that his baby behaved better than half of the “adults” he surrounded himself with. You still refused and he begrudgingly let it go, kissing your daughter's forehead and then your lips.
He only smirked at your widened eyes and winked before leaving.
Last night he’d gotten up with her every time she cried, taking her bassinet into his room and closing your door, feeding her the bottles you’d pumped previously and changing her diaper without waking you. He looked exhausted, putting on a fake smile that was clearly meant to tell you not to worry about him. You didn’t ask him to do that but it did help, getting a few extra hours of rest.
You were currently attempting to go over the notes for your programming class as you had an exam coming up and barely studied for it. You weren’t a senior like Sukuna, only a year behind, but it was still important for you to keep your gpa up as you were hoping to get into a good dentistry school after you’ve graduated. You didn’t expect to do that with a child but life was proving to you lately that anything was possible.
It was time for you to lock in again and remember the absolute academic weapon you had been before transferring to Jujutsu. So you stayed on the couch like that for the next hour, daughter hardly stirring as you went through the notes Sukuna, your brother and friend had taken for you while you were still on maternity absence. You were able to sneak in a short youtube video some random professor posted explaining data types, operators and variables.
Just as it was ending a knock came from your door, immediately followed by a text.
shoko: open up, we come bearing gifts!
“We know you’re in there, stop avoiding us!” Yuki called from behind the door, followed by a string of agreements from Utahime and Shoko. You smile, heart racing because you hadn’t seen them since you’d given birth almost two weeks ago, even if you were slightly annoyed that your daughter was now stirring awake.
“One second!” You yelled back, kissing the pink haired baby, tightening her to your chest and moving the laptop out of the way so you could stand.
When you opened the door, three women that you considered to be sisters were standing on the other side, carrying gift bags and balloons that said “congrats, it’s a girl!” and “i ❤️ milfs” and you couldn’t help but smile, even if your eyes were burning and you were dead tired.
“Hi guys.” You give a breathy laugh and step out the way so they can come inside and the moment you close the door and turn to stare at them, the bags are on the floor and all eyes are locked on you and the tiny baby on your chest who’s half asleep and somehow missing a mitten despite it being there a few minutes ago.
She coos as she slowly starts to open her eyes and you swear all theirs start to water.
After everyone’s washed their hands, they’re all taking turns passing your daughter around, and she’s currently snug in Yuki’s blanket covered arms, the blonde woman staring down with pride filled eyes that start to tear up as your daughter idly looks around, fist going to her mouth to suck on. A clear sign she was starting to get hungry.
“I’ll feed her!” Shoko cried when you returned with a warm bottle a few minutes later and you almost laugh and cry because you hate that you’ve been avoiding them, even without meaning to and seeing how much they already love your daughter is almost too much to handle.
“No fair, I didn’t even get to hold her yet!” Utahime cries from the floor and Yuki reluctantly passes her the baby, yelling at her to hold her head properly or she’d take her back.
You pass Utahime the bottle and sit on the floor next to her, hand idly pushing your daughter's pink hair back as she greedily drinks. When you look up, Shoko is staring at you, really staring at you and her face is full of worry.
“When’s the last time you slept and showered?”
“Or ate a proper meal?” Yuki adds.
All eyes are on you and you shrink from the attention because it’s overwhelming, and the only people you’ve been around for this long giving birth are your daughter and Sukuna. You hadn’t even realized until now just how much you’ve been avoiding everyone, putting off your friends and parents meeting your baby, telling Nanami that now wasn’t a good time when he asked to come over.
“Ryo took over last night so it hasn’t been that long.” You frown when you remember how tired Sukuna looked when he left this morning, eyes red and droopy, his hair tousled even though he used a hat to cover it. “And I eat plenty.”
You lied about the last part, too embarrassed to admit that you were just too tired from being a mother and too busy from being a student to make a full course meal. You weren’t starving yourself but the last time you had something that wasn’t quick and cold was when you were in the hospital and Sukuna brought you lunch.
You inwardly cringe and of course your friends notice because they care about you and you hate that you let yourself forget that. You and Sukuna had secluded yourselves in your own bubble of parental bliss that you forgot you had friends and family waiting to help with whatever you needed.
“Right.” Shoko frowns and stands, picking up one of the bags that contained groceries that reminded you that you nor Sukuna had properly grocery shopped since your baby was born. “Like I said, we came bearing gifts. You’re gonna get whatever you need to get done: shower, sleep, do school work. We’ll take care of the baby and the house for you. We aren’t accepting no for an answer.”
You open your mouth to argue but immediately snap it shut at the look all three girls are giving you. You nod and look back at your daughter, eyes burning at the sight of her half asleep in utahime’s arms, lazily drinking her bottle as milk drips out the side of her mouth.
“You’ve been avoiding us.”
Yuki glares again and your stomach twists because you feel so fucking bad. Outside of Sukuna, Yuki had been there the most during your pregnancy with her being your roommate at the time. She’d hold your hair up while you emptied your stomach into the toilet, help you with any notes you missed in your shared classes. She even recorded a lecture for you and you repaid her by shutting her out, shutting all of your friends out. Making excuses when they asked to come over, ignoring texts, promising to call but never doing it.
You could blame it on being too tired but it was more than that. You hadn’t truly felt like yourself since finding out you were pregnant and it only got worse after giving birth. Your body still hadn’t returned to its previous shape, you lacked stretch marks but your boobs had grown large, hair thinner and you felt like you were in a completely different body.
“I’m sorry.” You bite your lip as tears escape and your shoulders start to shake. Yuki’s face instantly softens and she and Shoko (who basically throws the bags to the floor) are on the ground next to you, pulling you into a tight hug.
“Oh honey.” Shoko murmurs, hand rubbing at your head.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I s-should be happy, I am happy. I love her s-so much but sometimes I just sit there and cry and I don’t- I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
You sob and they let you and it felt so good. You couldn’t do this with Sukuna, your relationship had been strictly co-parents with the occasional benefits of forehead kisses and the one time you got yourself off against his cock two days ago. None of that gave you the idea that it was ok to pour your heart out to him, especially since a huge chunk of the reason you were in such distraught was because of him. He was a great father, so good to you too and it only made you fall deeper in love with him.
Yuki pulls back and wipes at your tears, her own eyes glossy. “Shit, (name). We would’ve been here if we knew it was this bad. I’m the one that’s sorry for taking so long to do this.”
“We’re fixing this.” Shoko hugs you tight before standing, grabbing the bags again and moving to the kitchen.
“What?” You sniffle and wipe at your eyes.
She starts pulling groceries out the bag as well as tupperware, setting everything up neatly and looking at you with a soft smile. “I’ll meal prep for you and Sukuna because I saw him the other day and he looked like he was on the verge of passing out.”
“And I'll clean.” Utahime adds in, removing the bottle from the baby's mouth and passing her to Yuki so she can stand.
“Guys.. I can help-”
“No.” Yuki glares. “You’ll go lay your ass down, or take a shower, do your school, I don’t care. You just pushed out a whole ass human not even two weeks ago, we got this.”
You simply nod because you’re too tired to argue, give your daughter a kiss on her cheek and grab your laptop before moving to your room. The apartment is full of noises and you try your best to finish the video you had been watching before they came but fell asleep five minutes later.
Sukuna is beyond exhausted by the time he gets home, pushing open the front door with slumped shoulders and half closed eyes. The charity event had taken longer than he thought it would and he was fucking pissed, wanting nothing more than to be home with you and his daughter.
His brother had also texted him earlier that day and told him he was back in the country and he and Yuji were excited to finally meet the baby. Sukuna wanted to tell him to fuck off but he had been trying to be a better person and that included not being an ass to people who cared and that he equally cared about, even if he was shit at showing it.
So he reluctantly agreed, sighing when his twin texted back a few seconds later stating they were an hour away. He was hoping to get a few hours of sleep but that clearly wasn’t happening and his annoyance only grew when he opened the front door.
He stopped dead in his tracks and looked around his living room in shock. It was spotless and smelled of air freshener instead of baby milk and there were three women sitting on his couch. The blonde, who he recognized as Choso’s girlfriend and your ex-roommate, was holding his daughter. Shoko and Utahime, he knew because he went to high school with them, were both folding clothes and the sight left him confused.
His eyes immediately went to look for you as he closed the door and shrugged off his jacket, hanging it and his hat up before stepping further inside.
“Looks like daddy’s home.” Yuki scrunched her nose at the baby, smiling and sitting her up to look at Sukuna.
His heart dropped as his daughter faced him, a little yawn escaping as she scrunched her body and stretched and his feet were moving before his brain registered what he was doing. He quickly washed his hands and moved to grab his baby, holding her close to his face and giving both cheeks a kiss, inhaling her baby scent that always gave him a boost of serotonin.
“Where’s (name)?” He didn’t acknowledge the other two nodding at him because his mind was still filled with panic that something happened and no one told him. It didn’t help that you hadn’t responded to his text asking what you wanted for lunch.
“She’s been asleep for the last two hours. We stopped by to help because you two clearly need it.” Shoko stood with folded clothes in her arms, setting them in the hamper.
Sukuna grunted, half annoyed that they were in his home but grateful because he’d rather pass out from exhaustion than tell anyone he needed help with anything. It wasn’t in his nature. So he let them finish what they were doing, thanked them when they were leaving and promised he’d let you know to text them when you woke.
“Alright brat, let’s go check on your mom.”
An hour later you’re all washed and dressed up, baby girl wearing the cutest white set and a headband on her head, pushing her pink hair back and Sukuna glared because if he didn’t he would cry.
When looks at you, his daughter against your chest, he swallows a moan. You were dressed in jeans and the same pink sweater you wore during your pregnancy, with the heart stitched into it and the way your jeans hugged your ass so perfectly had his face heating.
He knew he was fucked because the outfit wasn’t revealing at all but he still wanted to devour you, to make you wholly his and his only. He thought of how right it felt to tell that girl that you were his girlfriend, how it flowed so perfectly from his tongue like that had always been your rightful title.
Sukuna’s mind had grown dangerous since that day, thoughts of confessing his confusing feelings to you creeping in, wondering if you even wanted him in that way. He had never doubted if a woman wanted him before, he was one of the most desired men on campus. Insecurity had never been a part of his vocabulary but this is the man you had turned him into. Utterly weak.
He clears his throat when you catch him looking, heart pounding even as he acts nonchalant, keeping his face straight and his emotions locked away. It’s what he was best at. “Jin should be here soon.”
He’s trying his best not to acknowledge the way you hold his gaze, looking at him with those same glossy eyes that had him weak from the moment he first laid eyes on you. You were so carefree that night, dancing with random men and pissing him off until he showed you that he could play that game better, fucking you until you were dripping with his seed.
“I-” You started to speak but was cut off by knocking at the door, the sound of a small voice yelling his name.
“UNC KUNA!”
Sukuna could hear his brother shushing him, the toddler simply laughing and knocking again. When he opened the door, his nephew crashed into his legs before he could blink, like he always does and squeezed tight but he didn't stay long before pushing past him and slamming his tiny body into yours.
You gasp before laughing and steadying your daughter against you, reaching one hand down to rub at his hair. “Aunt (name)!” and your heart skips a beat, eyes wide as you stare at Sukuna and he simply shrugs and lets his brother in, who’s holding flowers and gift bags.
“Sorry about that, he’s been talking nonstop about meeting his cousin.”
Jin looked equally as excited as his four year old, giving you a soft smile before his eyes fell to his niece who’s sound asleep in your arms. Yuji is pulling at your pants and staring up at her like she descended from the heavens.
“Is that the baby?”
“Yes.” You laugh.
“The real baby?” And you only nod as Sukuna comes up behind Yuji and lifts him, holding him with one arm so he can look at his cousin. The weight difference throws him off as he had become used to holding a seven pound baby and not his almost forty pound nephew.
“Yeah she's real, brat.” He grumbles. Yuji makes a wow sound and leans forward to get a better look at her, nearly jumping out of his arms. Sukuna tightens his grip to keep him from falling, annoyed that his nephew never had concern for his own safety.
“She has pink hair like us dad!” He gives Jin a big toothy grin, the man smiling back and looking from Sukuna to the baby, then you. “She does, buddy.”
Sukuna is avoiding looking at his twin because he knows exactly what he wants to say from the sound of his voice, knowing him all too fucking well. They had always been able to silently communicate, sometimes not even needing to look at each other to know what they were feeling or thinking, perks of being identical twins. So he keeps his eyes on the people in front of him, not wanting to touch on the conversation he knew was coming.
“Does she talk?”
“No.” Sukuna rolls his eyes.
“Can she play with me?”
“No.” He deadpans.
Yuji frowns at the baby. “Well then what does she do?”
“She eats, poops and sleeps.” He says matter of factly, adjusting his nephew in his arms and fighting back a smile at how much he looks like his daughter.
‘I do that too!”
Everyone laughs and when Sukuna sits his nephew down, Jin is passing you a bouquet of the most beautiful flowers you've ever seen, colors of blue, pink and yellow littered throughout. “From me and Yuji.”
“Oh, you didn't have to do that.” Your face is burning as you use your free hand to accept them, smiling at Sukuna’s much softer twin. “Thank you Jin.”
“Can I hold her?” Yuji asks, moving to sit on the couch. He pushed little body all the way back against the cushion and he looked so small that it annoys Sukuna. A baby asking to hold a baby, it was ridiculous.
“No.”
“Yes.” You say at the same time and Jin laughs, moving to sit the gift bags down as you shoot Sukuna a glare from hell.
Needless to say you won in the end, passing Sukuna the flowers and moving to help Yuji hold your daughter. Yuji holds his arms out, tongue sticking out in concentration as he tries his best to stay still. You sit next to him and carefully move your daughter to his lap, making sure to adjust her head properly against his arm, his other one holding her legs.
Your hands hover a little before you swallow your anxiety and watch with careful eyes as the toddler looks down at his cousin, eyes wide in amazement when she gives a sleepy smile, pink gum on full display.
“She likes me!”
Later that day as the sun fades and dinner has been eaten, you and Yuji sit in front of the tv and play video games while Sukuna stands in the kitchen with Jin who’d been holding his niece for the last twenty minutes, smacking his brother's hand away when he tried to take her.
Sukuna’s watching you, smitten with how well you were getting along with Yuji and how obvious it was that his nephew liked you more than he probably liked him. He couldn’t blame the kid. You were beautiful, easy to like and he resented you for it. He’d never noticed these things about other women, never stuck around long enough to and here you were uprooting his life and making him break every rule he ever had for himself.
“You should just tell her.”
Sukuna snaps his eyes away from you, scowling at his brother before turning to finish washing the dishes. He never fucking washes dishes but here he was.
“I don’t know what you think you know but fuck off.”
Jin only laughs and places a kiss on his niece's head, keeping her secured against his chest. “You shouldn’t curse in front of her. You’d be surprised at what babies remember.”
Sukuna doesn’t respond but Jin keeps talking anyway, because of course he does. He’s one of the few people that isn’t afraid of the 6’5 tatted brute, knowing the person he had been before trauma destroyed him.
“All I’m saying is that I wish Kaori was still around for me to tell her how much I love her.” The sudden shift in Jin’s voice has Sukuna’s hands slowing as he turns to look at him. Jin was staring at Yuji with sad eyes and a soft smile and he suddenly felt like shit.
He remembered the day Yuji was born, how happy Jin had been, sending him a picture that he simply hearted and said “Congrats 👍” to. Sukuna was on his way to the hospital the next day to properly meet his nephew when Jin called in hysterics, crying that Kaori had suffered from a postpartum hemorrhage and there was nothing the doctors could do. They were only eighteen and Sukuna was even more hotheaded than he was now, but the sight of his brother drowning in tears left him weak and with an aching chest.
It was the first time he hugged him since they were children. It was the day he decided he was done with his father who was too "busy" to show up for his son who needed a parent.
“Tell her Ryomen, before it’s too late.”
Later that night, Sukuna is watching you as you two studied together. He had put your daughter to sleep almost an hour ago and when you asked for his help with a code you couldn’t crack, he dragged you to his room where you both were sitting on his bed with your laptops out. Eyes burning from the blue light.
You were so concentrated, face set in a frown as you typed away and blood was rushing in his ears when you looked up at him and smiled softly. You were so beautiful, too beautiful and not close enough. Before he could stop himself, he’s reaching a hand to rub just below your right eye.
“You had a lash there.”
Neither of you mention how intimate the act was.
“I will kill you brutally if anything happens to her. Literally cut you in half, do you understand?” Sukuna is standing in the frathouse living room two days later as you waited in the car, passing the carseat that contained his sleeping daughter to Gojo and silently praying that he doesn’t end up regretting this.
No one else was available to watch her. Nanami and Yuki shared the same class you both were heading to, needing to take this exam and not being able to bring your daughter. Jin was back out of town for a business meeting. The only saving grace was that Shoko and Utahime promised to stop by later to check on her.
“Yeah yeah, I got her. Nothing will happen to my god daughter under my care, I even made sure I didn’t drink last night!”
“That’s the bare minimum.”
“Wow. No appreciation for my sacrifice.”
Sukuna crouched beside the car seat one last time, adjusting her hat and blanket and brushing a finger against her cheek. He really wanted to cancel his exam. He groans, looking his daughter over once more before forcing himself to stand before he changes his mind.
“Call me if she cries.”
“You’re gonna miss your test, goodbye!” Gojo sings, walking him to the door and closing it in his face.
To say Gojo was excited would be downplaying it. He was ecstatic, quickly jumping at the opportunity to spend time with his god daughter when Sukuna texted him. He had baby items next-day shipped to the house so he was prepared. A bassinet for his room, a shit ton of ridiculously expensive baby toys, clothes in case she needed it and a baby carrier because he saw a video explaining how babies liked being close to their parents.
He wasn’t her father obviously, but as her god father he was prepared. Sukuna was giving him a chance and he would be damned if he blew it. He even watched videos on how to properly change a diaper.
Gojo crouched by her carseat and let a silly smile form when he saw she was awake and staring at him with her fathers eyes. “Hello.”
She yawned and blinked at him slowly and the white haired adult grabbed at his chest and sighed lovingly, moving to unbuckle her from her seat. When he picked her up she stretched and his heart was melting. She was so fucking cute he was going to explode.
“This is the greatest day of my life.”
Suguru snickers from his spot on the couch, face buried in a book and his headphones halfway on his head. Toji shakes his head from the floor, where he’d been helping little Megumi build blocks. Gojo hated them both.
He presses your baby to his chest, using one arm to hold her bum and the other to put his hand on her back, holding her to his chest. Despite being the least responsible person in most situations, Gojo was annoyingly good at this. He bounced her lightly, picking up her baby bag and making his way to sit on the floor next to Toji.
The man glares at him before his eyes soften at the sight of his friend’s baby looking around curiously. Gojo tosses him the baby bag with a smirk, killing the mood.
“Grab her mat will you?”
Geto snorts from the couch and Toji clenches his jaw before doing as he was told. He unfolds the little pink mat and lays it on the floor in front of his frat brother that he was trying his best not to tear apart. He really fucking hated him.
Carefully, Gojo lays her on her back, leaning his lanky body over her and smiling like an idiot. He pushes his glasses atop his head and begins making weird faces at her to get her to smile, eyes widening when she sneezes.
“Bless you.”
The baby blinks at him, and even though Gojo knows she can’t properly see him, he still swears she can. For the next hour, nobody really needed to do anything. Whenever his god daughter got fussy, he’d change her diaper, feed her or he would pick her up and walk around with her. He walked though the house and pointed everything out, explaining that this was a fraternity and: “This is where you were created.” when they passed Sukuna’s room before heading back downstairs.
"And here we see Uncle Suguru pretending to study." He stands in front of the raven haired man, smiling down at him and snuggling your baby closer, who he now had strapped securely into a baby carrier, her cheek pressed against his chest. He looked ridiculous.
"I'm literally studying." Geto lifts a brow, letting his eyes wander to the baby that was entirely too small against Gojo’s towering form.
"A fascinating creature."
"Piss off Gojo."
When your baby makes a noise, he nods in agreement. "Excellent observation.”
It’s nearly time for her to go when Sukuna sends a text that makes him roll his eyes.
satan’s spawn: running a little behind. how's she doing?
gojo: peachy {1 attachment}
He sends him a picture of his baby who’s currently asleep in Geto’s arms, the man pretending like he’s not smitten with her, forcing himself to hide the smile that keeps fighting its way up. Gojo had reluctantly handed her over after making his friend wash his hands, telling him he’d spread his nasty fucking germs when Geto glared at him like he was offended.
“She’s drooling on you.” Gojo points out, hand moving forward to push her soft pink hair from her face.
“I know.” He shrugs. “She’s cute so it's okay.”
They stayed like that for ten minutes, baby sound asleep in Geto’s arm after having a bottle and her frat uncle scrolling through his phone to stop himself from crying. Keeping his hold on her strong, even as his arm started aching.
"Damn." Toji stood with his sleeping son in his arms, looking down at Geto with those dark eyes that seemed to glow at the sight of Sukuna’s daughter.
"What?" Gojo glares, looking ready to start barking like a guard dog and Toji laughs, adjusting Megumi.
"She's cute. Looks just like that fucker.”
Sukuna had texted that he was five minutes away when his arch nemesis Naoya Zenin showed up. The moment he noticed the baby, Gojo's mood soured and Geto held her closer, Toji glaring bullets at his cousin.
“Oh.” The blonde man tilts his head and smirks, slowly making his way toward the living room, still dressed in his track clothes, oblivious to the way everyone was on guard the moment he walked through the door.
No one had actually wanted him to join the frat but the Zenin’s had enough influence over the school that they had no choice but to accept him. Toji even changed his last name so he wouldn’t be associated with his family and shitty cousin. No one hated him more than Sukuna though, having been arrested for beating the blonde so badly he broke his nose, after he insulted his twin and nephew.
So the fact that he was even staring at his child right now was the greatest insult and it would be a fucking problem if Sukuna caught him.
“She’s cute.” He tries to move closer and Toji uses one hand to stop him, giving him a warning glare.
“Piss off Zenin-”
“Can I hold her?” And Gojo is instantly responding, his fists balled so tight his nails were digging into his palm. He hated this guy almost as much as Sukuna.
“Fuck no.”
Naoya blinked, smug grin wiped off his face as he frowned at the white haired man. “What, why?”
“Because her father hates you, you idiot. Or did you forget when he beat you within an inch of your life?” Toji pushes him back again, ignoring the way his cousin glares at him.
“That was three years ago! What does that have to do with anything?”
Gojo sighs and runs a hand down his face, his cheeks heating in anger. “Leave before he gets here and actually kills you this time.”
Naoya huffs, letting a slew of curses fly as he stomps up the stairs, mumbling about brotherhood and grudges.
Gojo sighed in relief, narrowly preventing a disaster because if Sukuna somehow found out he'd let Naoya Zenin around his daughter?
Well.
Let’s just say Gojo enjoyed being alive.
One month later
Your daughter was six weeks old now and you were starting to feel more like yourself. You were going to campus a lot more, sometimes with your baby in tow if Sukuna had classes as well. More often than not, your friends, brother or Jin watched her when they could.
You and Sukuna had grown closer too, especially since he had refused to attend any frat parties after his fuck up when your daughter was only a week old. Sukuna, with all his flaws, hardly ever made the same mistake twice.
He started being softer with you as well. Making you a cup of coffee before your morning lectures, carrying you to bed when you’d fall asleep on the couch, texting you and apologizing whenever he was running late as soccer season was coming up and he was practicing a lot more.
It made you crave him at an unhealthy level. So when your doctor gave you the green light for sex, you were dropping your daughter off at Shoko and Utahime’s place before Sukuna got home from practice, ensuring your baby had enough milk and diapers to last for the night and next morning.
You were showered, your entire body scented in the perfume you knew he liked, dressed in a short night gown that did almost nothing to hide your braless tits and watching tv on the couch when he walked in. You tensed up at the sight of him in sweats, soccer cleats still on, compression shirt peeking through his sweater. His hair was tousled and he looked so fucking masculine and delicious, you had to squeeze your legs to soothe the forming ache.
He didn’t even notice you until he was closing the door and turning, his frown fading into a smirk at the sight of you.
“Something special happening today?” He hums, dropping his bag by the door, removing his shoes and jacket before moving closer to you.
You stand up, wiping your sweaty palms down the silk brushing against your skin and nod. Your nerves were shot and you felt like throwing up. Would he even want to have sex with you? He’d seen you at your worst, hair a mess, baby puke on your oversized shirt, eyes bloodshot from a lack of sleep. Had he somehow lost his attraction to you in the six weeks since becoming parents?
“Y-yes.” You clear your throat when he tilts his head and raises a brow, waiting for you to continue, tired eyes dropping to your lips and then your chest. You bite your bottom lip and look around aimlessly, ears burning from the attention.
“Where’s (daughter’s name)?”
“With my friends for the night.” You respond fast and grip the sides of your night gown before letting go.
You hadn’t really planned this, just hoped he would see the dress and make the first move. You were painfully awkward since giving birth and it had been so long since he fucked you that you were left looking and feeling like a virigin idiot.
“Right..” He slowly nods, moving toward you until he was close enough to reach a hand out and take yours. “So?”
“So?” You whisper, staring at him with glossy eyes and stars bursting behind them. He always left you starstruck and you hated it, especially because he laughs at you and it’s low, deep and sends butterflies straight to your pussy.
“Did you need something from me?” He’s pulling you closer by the hand he’s holding, stopping when you’re just shy of touching his chest, and you can feel your nipples hardening, unfiltered lust burning through your body.
Once you look up at him it’s like you’re trapped in a hypnotizing spell because you can’t look away, your pupils dilate at the sight of this man towering over, the smell of his soap filling your nostrils and you can’t remember how to speak so you nod your head yes.
He smirks, hand moving to cup your chin, thumb rubbing across your bottom lip as he tilts your head further back. “Yeah? Use your words then, pretty girl. Can’t read your mind.”
You groan in annoyance because you know that he knows what you want and the teasing was merely for his entertainment. You can tell by the stupid smirk on his stupid, annoyingly attractive face.
“I-I went to see my doctor..”
He swallows hard, pulling you completely against his chest as his eyes fall to your lips. “Hmm, and what did they say?”
“Well.. it’s been six weeks and-” You clear your throat, face growing hot because why was he doing this to you? You wanted to scream. At him for being an ass and yourself for being a coward.
“And?” He’s moving his hand to grip the back of your neck, moving closer with a shit eating grin, before letting it travel further down, the tip of his fingers dragging across your skin and leaving goosebumps in its path. He played with the straps of your nightgown, waiting for you to answer. You sighed and arched against him.
“Please don’t play stupid.” You whisper, hands coming up to grip his shirt, looking at him with a frustrated glare as your cunt grows wetter by the second.
“I’m not-”
Fuck it! You stand on your toes and crash your lips against his and it takes him a few seconds before he’s pushing back against you, hands moving to grip your ass and pull you impossibly closer. His tongue is dancing with yours, your spit is mixing and you’re moaning like a needy whore before he’s even inside of you.
His hands are moving so gently against your body and you don’t need that right now. You need him to treat you the way he did the night he got you pregnant, to use your body to get both you and himself off him. To feel him stretching and pounding you again. It’s been too long and you were about to burst with need.
Your groan in frustration against his mouth, hand moving to grip his cock through his sweatpants and smirking when you find he’s already hard. He sucked in a sharp breath and took your tongue into his mouth, sucking until he’s satisfied, letting go and biting your bottom lip.
“Mmm, I think I know what you need."
“Then stop fucking teasing me and give it to me.”
He’s smacking your ass and pulling you back against him and your head is spinning with lust. “Ask nicely and maybe I will.”
You’re not above begging, not when it comes to the goliath of a man standing over you. You would gladly grovel and drop to your knees if it meant feeling him inside of you again. You rubbed your tits against him, relishing in the way he tightens his jaw and glares at you, squeezing your hips in warning.
“Pleaseee Ryo- need you to fuck me so bad. It’s been so long, please-”
Sukuna slams his lips back on yours because while you were weak for him, he was utterly ruined when it came to you. He was so hooked on you, imagining all the ways he’d fuck you since you left that hospital and really you didn’t have to beg because he knew from the moment he walked through the door and seen that slutty piece of fabric you called a night gown, he would be bending you over that couch and taking what was his.
He was just an asshole and loved to hear you beg for him, proof that you were just as obsessed with him as he was with you. That he wasn’t the only one feeling this gravitational pull between you two and he was tired of ignoring it.
Your gown was gone in a flash and his cock grew rock hard at the sight of you completely bare beneath it. He was so fucking whipped for you that it took all his strength not to drop to the floor and eat your pussy right there.
“Such a slutty girl. All of this for me, babe?” He spins you around and pulls you against his chest, grinding his cock into your ass and you’re moaning so beautifully that he can’t control himself. Can't wait.
“Bend over the couch for me, yeah?” He grips your ass and bites at your neck hard, using his tongue to soothe it over when you gasp in pain.
You nod and do as he says, your hands gripping the arm of the couch as you bend over and gasp as he stands behind you, not as close as you want but close enough to let his hand run down your ass, fingers moving between your legs until he was rubbing them down your wet cunt.
He groaned at the way your juices coated his finger and he was just a fucking a man, a weak one at that because he was dropping to his knees and wasting no time. Sukuna had never been so desperate in his life, it was almost embarrassing.
His face was between your legs and he was licking you from hole to clit, groaning in annoyance when he couldn’t quite reach where he wanted. He was moving his face back, hands grabbing your hips before he was spinning you again, ignoring your surprised gasp and throwing one of your legs over his shoulder.
“Perfect.” He stares at your cunt like a crazed man and you're throwing your head back as he sucks on your clit, using one hand to pull you tight against his face and the other to push two fingers inside of you.
“S’good, mmm s’sweet.”
He’s eating you like a mad man, like he was on death row and you were the last meal he’d requested. He moves his head in circles, his nose brushing against your cunt and he’s inhaling like your scent gives him life.
“Ryo! Oh my fucking god, w-whaaat- huuuuh- are you d-doing to me?” Electricity is buzzing in your veins and he’s eating you so, so good that you already feel like coming, grinding your hips against his face, growing more attracted at the sight of his tats.
He’s looking through your soul and his red eyes look like they’re glowing, like your juices were giving him strength and you swear you he’s smirking even if he’s too busy sucking your clit like his life depended on it.
“NGGHHHH, just like that! Don’t s-sstop!” Your stomach is twisting, your legs are shaking and you’re experiencing pure ecstasy, hands gripping and pulling his hair and he’s encouraging you with the hottest moans.
When he moves his tongue to your hole and slurps, you’re squirting all over his face and he’s laughing against you while you experience a soul crushing orgasm. He just closes his eyes and sucks your clit hard, helping you ride through your high, ignoring his own aching cock because nothing satisfies him more than getting you off.
When your leg drops from his shoulder, he licks around his lips and wipes his face as he stands and catches your limp body, pulling you against him as you breathed heavy in an attempt to catch your breath.
“Not done with you.”
You don’t protest when he carries you bridal style to his room and gently lies you on your bed. You don’t notice him stripping down to nothing, stroking his leaking cock as he walks to the bed and crawls over you, grabbing your legs and hooking them over his shoulders.
He’s groaning louder than he ever has as he slowly pushes into you, grabbing your chin and squeezing, telling you: “Open your fucking eyes baby, look at me. Please.” and you’re still not used to hearing Sukuna beg but he does and it’s only ever for you.
He’s only got the tip in, pressing his forehead to yours and being sure to keep his eyes on you with every slow stroke. He’s loving the way you squirm beneath him, telling him he’s too big but he knows you can take it because you were made for him, body sculpted by the gods to take his cock so fucking perfectly.
He smiles at you, genuinely, cock throbbing from the way your walls squeeze around him but for Sukuna this is more than sex. You were his life force and he would die if he couldn’t experience this every day for the rest of his pathetic life.
“S’pefect, all mine.” His hand is cupping your cheek and for the first time, he’s the one with hearts exploding behind his eyes.
With each slam of his hips he’s pushing your body up the bed, headboard slamming against the wall and the sound of the bed creaking mixing with the sound of your combined breathy moans was so filthy, so fucking hot that he couldn’t breathe properly.
This feeling was deeper than euphoric, the way you’re refusing to look away, arms coming to wrap around his neck and pull his lips to yours. He’s kissing you so sweetly and Sukuna’s never been this soft in his life but with you it feels so right, so natural.
Sukuna shaking as a foreign feeling fills his body and he recalls what Jin told him all those weeks ago. Just tell her and his tongue is tied because he’s never spoken those words to a woman before , so he’s pushing deeper into you, moving his hips in circles, dragging his cock in and out, your gummy walls pulsing around him.
He wasn’t good at feelings but he was good at fucking.
He places his head between your neck and shoulder, littering your burning skin with kisses, trying his best to show you what he can’t tell you because he was a coward. The way your hands are dragging down his back, nails digging into his skin, has him feral. He’s pounding into you faster, moving his hands above your head to grip the sheets and lifting his body so he can watch you come undone.
“Taking me so well, sweets, tight pussy is basically choking me. You miss me that bad?” He’s being cocky again and you obviously love it with the way your eyes shine, tears spilling out the corners as you moan like a pornstar and throw your head back.
Sukuna’s hands are shaking and he’s fucking into you harder, watching your tits bounce and his chest growing tight at how beautiful you are. He should be focusing on reaching his high but he’s too busy noticing things about you. Like the small freckles on your neck, so light you’d have to be staring hard to see it. The way you always bite your lip when you’re close or how you have a birth mark right beneath your left ear.
He’s so incredibly fucked, and he loves it- he loves-
“I love you. I love you so fucking much.” It spills out before he can stop it and his heart is thumping, thumping, thumping.
Your eyes are wide, moans growing soft as you stare at him in disbelief and Sukuna is so scared that you don’t feel the same but he also doesn’t care because he finally said it. Admitting it to himself and you and it felt so good. You felt so good.
Your hand moves to his hair and you pull him back to you, his hips stutter as his orgasm approaches and your lips are brushing his, eyes locked on him as the world revolves around only you two. Spinning just for this moment to take place.
“I love you too, Ryomen.”
And he’s blinking back tears before kissing you again, squeezing your ass as he reaches his peak and he’s spilling into you at the same time as you clench around him. You're both moaning into each other's mouth, not kissing but breathing each other's air. His cum is leaking out of you and dripping onto the sheets, his hips slowing down as he pushes the last of his load into you. And then you're both kissing again and Sukuna knows everything is going to change after this night because he has never, never loved anyone the way that he loves you.
And there was no way he’d go back to being just co-parents. He was going to buy a ring tomorrow and he was going to marry you because you were his and fuck, he was yours.
note: phew 😅 ch. 5 is finally here and fratkuna has entered his lover boy era! I hope this was worth the wait because I was sweating trying to finish this lmfaoo
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frat!sukuna, who first insisted that your relationship was strictly sex, nothing more—with some flimsy excuse about how he doesn’t have the time for a relationship, doesn’t have the time to commit to something that serious, and about how a relationship would only drag him down.
so he does what any good friend situationship?would do—he shows up to your place, fucks you until you can’t remember your own name, and leaves before something in his chest convinces him to stay.
frat!sukuna, who has to have you facing him to cum, something about just looking at your face contort in pleasure while you take him in, the way tears rim your eyes while he thrusts into you languidly—he simply can’t bring himself to cum if he isn’t look at you and your pretty face drunk on his cock.
frat!sukuna, who tries to walk out of your apartment the second he’s done with you, but he just can’t bring himself to do it. so he lingers, hovers around your sleeping form until you finally drag him back under your sheets, calling him ridiculous while he presses soft kisses to the back of your neck.
frat!sukuna, who has your drink order memorised to perfection, always leaving your sugary concoction of a drink on your desk before each class begins with a scrawled on note that says ‘don’t get any ideas.’
frat!sukuna, who never denies anything when his frat brothers start calling you his girlfriend—it’s too much work to correct them, he says, but you don’t miss the way his cheeks tinge the same shade as his hair every single time one of them pats him on the back and calls you his girl.
frat!sukuna, who always has to have you close to him, with his arm slug around your shoulders or wrapped around your waist when he’s near you.
“it’s to make sure you don’t run away.”
“now, why would i do that?”
frat!sukuna, who almost decks toji in the face when he sees him flirting with you, his split lip curled into a girl while you laughed at his stupid jokes and for one second, sukuna’s afraid he’s going to lose this, that he’s going to lose you.
frat!sukuna, who starts tiptoeing around the idea of a relationship, insisting he takes you on dates—taking you out to fancy restaurants and late night bike rides when he knows exam stress starts to take over your brain. he’s spent enough time around you to know everything there is to know, but what sukuna doesn’t know is how to handle a relationship.
frat!sukuna, who’s been treating you like his girlfriend since the start, never skipping aftercare, always being there at your every beck and call—and avoiding every girl that had eyes for him like the plague since he met you.
“good god, did she neuter you, kuna?” toji slurred between drinks while sukuna tried to dodge the sorority girls coming his way.
“shut up.”
frat!sukuna, who’s softer during sex now, worshipping your body endlessly, covering you in soft kisses and bites marks before he eats you out like a man starved.
frat!sukuna, who’s basically a guard dog around you, glaring at everyone who so much as shows even mild interest in you, clinging to you like a needy puppy every second of the day that he possibly can.
frat!sukuna, who has words stuck in his throat every single time he tries to ask you out, always stuttering out nonsense he didn’t mean to say because, what if you turn him down? and what if there’s someone better?
frat!sukuna, who gets you a massive bouquet of your favourite flowers, showing up to your apartment in the dead of night, flowers scrunched in his hand, his chest heaving when he finally asks you out.
frat!sukuna, who tries to hide his flustered face when you finally say yes, spinning you around in his arms while he kisses the top of your head—because after all the mental gymnastics he’s done to have you in his arms, he finally gets to call you his girl.
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