First Love/Late Spring

The screaming started not too long after.

Not the urgent, desperate kind— you had learned to calibrate the screaming in this household with the precision of a court musician tuning her instrument. This was the high-pitched, slightly theatrical kind, which meant no one was actually dying. Yet. It also meant Sukuna was bored, which was, in many ways, considerably worse.

You set down your tea with the measured calm of a woman who had made peace with her circumstances and walked toward the noise.

You found him in the eastern courtyard.

He had cornered three of the groundskeeping staff against the garden wall— four arms spread wide, two of his eyes half-lidded with something you could only describe as delight, the other two watching the men with the attentive focus of a cat who had found a very entertaining mouse. The men were pressed so flat against the stone they might have been trying to become part of it. One of them, Kenji, the eldest, was making a sound not unlike a teakettle.

Sukuna had, at some point, materialized a flame in his upper left palm— not enough to burn anything, just enough to be theatrical— and was gesturing with it idly as he spoke.

"—and that's why," he was saying, in the conversational tone of a man explaining something very reasonable, "the eastern section of the garden should be redesigned. Entirely. Burn the plum trees. I find them uninspiring."

"Ryomen."

He turned. The flame flickered out immediately— not because he was startled, he would insist, loudly, if asked— but the speed at which all four of his arms dropped to his sides was fairly telling. The expression on his face cycled through several things in quick succession before it settled on something that aspired to be casual.

"You're awake," he said.

"The screaming woke me." You looked at the three men against the wall. Kenji appeared to be praying. "What are you doing?"

"Landscaping consultation."

"Ryomen."

"I'm consulting them."

You crossed your arms. He had the decency— or possibly the self-preservation instinct— to hold your gaze for about four seconds before one of his eyes cut sideways. It was the closest thing Ryomen Sukuna came to looking caught, and you had catalogued it carefully over the years.

"The plum trees," you said, "which I planted, are staying."

"They're aesthetically offensive."

"You said they smelled nice last spring."

A pause. Something moved across his face— irritation, mostly, at being remembered accurately. "That was a weak moment."

"You stood under one for an entire afternoon."

"Strategic repositioning."

"You fell asleep."

The silence that followed was tremendous. Kenji had stopped praying and appeared to be watching this exchange with the stunned expression of a man who had been handed information he didn't know what to do with. You turned to the three of them and offered a short bow of your head, which sent them into a fresh spiral of panicked bowing in return.

"You're dismissed. Thank you for your patience." They were gone before you finished the sentence. You turned back to your husband.

Sukuna stood in the middle of the courtyard with his upper arms folded and his lower arms hanging loose at his sides, which was the Sukuna equivalent of standing with his hands in his pockets— a posture that radiated the very specific energy of a man who felt he was being unfairly persecuted.

"They were fine," he said.

"Kenji was crying."

"Emotional man."

"Ryomen. Just don't."

The words landed the way they always did— not like a reprimand, exactly, but like a door closing. Quiet, final, leaving very little room for argument. He stared at you. You stared back. Somewhere in the garden, a bird sang three notes and then, as if sensing the atmosphere, thought better of it.

He made a sound through his teeth. Low, grinding, deeply aggrieved. Then he turned and walked back toward the main hall, and you heard him, very quietly, in a tone he absolutely believed did not carry

"Get married, they said. It'll be enriching, they said. Bring some warmth to the compound, they said—"

"I can hear you."

The grumbling stopped.

You gave him an hour.

This was a system you had developed— Sukuna required approximately one hour of sulking before he became approachable again, and attempting to engage before that window had passed resulted in sarcasm so dense it was almost structural. You used the time to check on the kitchen staff, reassure two of the younger attendants who had heard the screaming and assumed the worst, and locate Kenji to confirm that he was, in fact, fine and had merely needed to sit down for a while.

When you found Sukuna again, he was on the engawa overlooking your allegedly offensive plum trees, doing nothing, which was a thing he was genuinely terrible at. His chin was resting on one of his upper fists. He looked profoundly put-upon by the concept of existing.

"You're going to apologize to them," you said, sitting down beside him.

He turned his head so slowly it was almost artistic. "I absolutely am not."

"You frightened them."

"I intended to frighten them. That was the point."

"What was the point, Ryomen? Walk me through the strategic value of terrorizing the men who maintain our garden."

He opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. "It was amusing. Whimsical even."

"For who?"

Another pause. He turned back toward the garden, and the tips of his ears— which she had learned, over three years, were a reliable indicator— had gone the faintest shade darker. "...Me," he said, at a volume that required concentration to hear.

You leaned your head lightly against the outside of his shoulder, because you knew perfectly well he wouldn't permit anything more than that while he was still in a mood, and because three years had taught you the specific geometry of his moods. "Apologize," you said, not unkindly. "And then we can talk about the garden redesign. Without flames."

He exhaled through his nose. It sounded like a very small natural disaster.

"Fine," he said.

You assembled the three of them in the courtyard an hour later, and whatever they had expected, it was clearly not this.

Sukuna stood in front of them. All four of his arms were clasped behind his back in a configuration that looked less like contrition and more like a man physically restraining himself from doing something his wife would find objectionable. His eyes were fixed on a point somewhere near his own feet. He was, in terms of sheer physical presence, still the most alarming thing most people in this province had ever stood within ten feet of— and he was standing like a child who had been marched to the neighbor's house to return something he had stolen.

One of his feet moved. Slowly. Dragging the toe of his sandal against the dirt in a small, sullen arc.

The groundskeepers watched this with the expressions of men whose understanding of the world had just been quietly reorganized.

"I," Sukuna began, and then stopped, as if the word had been a step onto uncertain ground. You waited. He tried again. "I may have been—" a jaw flex, a pause— "excessive. In this morning's consultation."

Kenji made a sound.

"The flames," Sukuna continued, each word apparently costing him something personal, "were unnecessary." Another drag of the foot. His upper left hand, behind his back, had curled into a fist that he was squeezing and releasing like he was trying to knead the indignity out of his own palm. "The plum trees will remain. As they are."

He looked up. It lasted approximately one second— eye contact, enough to constitute sincerity by his standards— and then he looked away again, at the garden, at the middle distance, at literally anything that was not the three men in front of him absorbing the fact that the King of Curses had just apologized to them about a tree.

"...That's all," he said.

You caught his eye over their heads and nodded, once, which was the signal that this had been acceptable. Something in his shoulders unknotted, just slightly, in a way he would have vehemently denied if pressed.

That evening, after the household had settled into its routines and the lamps had been lit, you found him exactly where you'd expected— back on the engawa, under a sky going violet and orange, watching the plum trees he professed to find offensive and had once spent an entire drowsy spring afternoon sleeping beneath.

You sat beside him. This time he permitted you closer, the way he always did when the day had worn the sharpest edges off his performance of indifference. One of his lower hands settled over yours without ceremony, without comment, in the manner of something habitual and therefore not worth acknowledging.

"I stand by the redesign," he said, after a while.

"Noted."

"The symmetry is genuinely bad."

"I'll take it under consideration."

He was quiet. Then, in a tone that was so deliberately neutral it wrapped back around to something almost tender: "You have terrible taste in garden design."

You smiled. "And yet."

"And yet," he repeated, like he was agreeing to something much larger than gardens, and said nothing else, and the plum trees stood exactly where they were, and the evening settled over the compound of the King of Curses like something almost peaceful.

In the distance, very faintly, Kenji was telling the younger groundskeepers what had happened that afternoon, and the sound of their disbelieving laughter drifted through the warm air and dissolved into the dark.

Had you actually called him that behind his back? No- impossible. You wouldn't undermine him like that. This was a new manipulation tactic from his increasingly cunning offspring… He might have actually been proud of her if he wasn’t so pissed off right now.

He tsked, a sharp sound of irritation, "Fine. If you want to break your neck, go ahead. The big bad monster's getting tired of saving your ass every time you do something stupid." Sukuna made a show of closing his eyes, head tilted back slightly.

He didn't have to wait long. The moment his eyes closed, he heard the whoosh of her small body sliding down the pole and the telltale sign that she had accidentally lost her grip. Without hesitation, without even looking, his hand shot out, catching her tiny ankle just before she hit the wood chips… He dangled her upside down in front of him, her face now level with his.

Far from being frightened, his little girls face split into a delighted grin, her ponytail hanging toward the ground, cheeks flushed with excitement rather than fear.

Sukuna arched an eyebrow as understanding dawned, "This what you wanted?"

She beamed at him while still upside down, nodding vigorously, "Yup yup yup!!! I wanted to see if you would catch me!!!"

Her grin faltered slightly, looking somewhat guilty, "Mommy doesn't actually think you're a meanie... I- I lied a-about that."

Something in Sukuna's gaze softened. He flipped her upright in one smooth motion, setting her on her feet but keeping a firm grip on top of her head to prevent any more escape attempts.

"Tell me something I don't know," he said dryly, "Your mother's got questionable taste, but she's not stupid."

She giggled, reaching up to grab the hand that was resting on her head, "So you're not mad?"

"Oh, I'm fucking furious," he replied, but there was no real anger behind the words... "You think you're clever, manipulating me like that?"

"Yup!" she chirped, swinging his hand as they walked away from the playground.

"Tch, you get that from me, ya know?" he muttered, half proud despite himself, "The manipulative shit… and it’s annoying as fuck."

She grinned up at him,"But you love me anyway!"

"Unfortunately." He sighed.

…

"…Can we get ice cream?"

"After that stunt? Absolutely fucking not."

Ten minutes later, they were sitting on a park bench, his daughter happily licking a chocolate ice cream cone while Sukuna pretended he hadn't just completely caved to her demands.

"Don't tell your mother," he warned, "I don’t feel like dealing with her lectures today about how you shouldn’t have this shit before dinner."

"Don't tell her what?" She asked innocently, chocolate already smeared across her cheek.

Sukuna wiped it away with his thumb, a gesture so casually tender that the few remaining parents nearby did double takes.

"Smart answer," he said with a smirk that matched her own, "guess you are my kid after all."

"Duuhh," she replied, rolling her eyes in perfect mimicry like he does, "who else's would I be?"

Nanami frowned at Gojo, “You just happen to be a giant child.” You chuckle before handing Nanami his coffee and waving him bye as he leaves.

“Where’s my food, babe?” Satoru pouted, black blindfold hiding those dangerous puppy eyes. You huffed, but your lips twitched into a soft smile, “Yeah, yeah, I’m getting it.”

After what felt like forever to Satoru, you placed two cupcakes on a plate next to a milkshake with an excessive amount of whipped cream. Your husband was practically glowing, a light pink dusted his cheeks as he stared in awe at the confectionery.

He nodded towards a small table next to the window, “Our usual spot?” You grinned back and nodded, moving from behind the counter to flip the sign on the door to closed.

By the time you two were seated, Satoru had somehow already eaten one of the cupcakes, pink frosting acting as evidence on his lips.

“Forgot something,” before you could ask what, a second straw flew into his hand.

"Two straws."

You let out a surprised laugh, “I’ll never be able to wrap my head around how you do that, baby.”

Satoru shrugged, leaning in to take a sip and motioning for you to do the same. The two of you leaned in, noses bumping into each other as you sipped.

A mix between a squeal and a content sigh left your husband’s mouth, “Perfect as always, my brilliant baker wife.”

You sighed at his insistence on the nickname, yet you smiled despite yourself. You could feel Satoru’s eyes on yours, bright blues practically glowing beneath the blindfold.

Suddenly, the cafe seemed unusually quiet.

“What?” You asked playfully as you leaned in for another sip.

“Nothing,” he leans in too, making sure to keep his eyes on yours, “Just thinking…”

You raised a brow, “About…?”

“I just can’t believe I got so lucky.”

You felt your brain short-circuit, almost choking on the milkshake, “What?” You sputtered out.

Satoru doubled down, grabbing the other cupcake and unwrapping it, “You’re so perfect, you’re pretty, funny, and feed my sugar addiction. What more could a guy want?”

You held your hand closer to him, bringing it over his free hand and intertwining your fingers.

“Flattery won’t get you a third cupcake, Toru.”

He sighed dramatically, head falling backwards in defeat, “You wound me.”

Despite that, he leaned closer and pressed his lips to yours, soft and sweet — although that might be the icing.

a/n from the mermiadfairyprincess ꉂ(˵˃ ᗜ ˂˵): first smau.. expect more of these I had fun with this 🩷🩷 also first jjk post so there’ll be more of that too!

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"oh, lemme help you." you say, walking up to him as you start taking out some plates for yourself, your boyfriend, and the rest of the frat boys — that being toji and sukuna who are busy prepping their own protein-packed breakfast and blending their protein shakes.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"thanks. you're always so helpful." suguru says with a kind smile, plopping some toast on the plates you'd laid out. your face warms up at that, your lips curving up into a little smile.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"you flatter me too much." you reply, going over to the fridge to take out some whipped cream, maple syrup, and two cartons of chocolate milk. all for your dear boyfriend. you don't know how this man can eat all of these sugary things so early in the morning — though it would explain his hyperactivity! and like a kid, he snatches one of the cartons from you and immediately chugs it all down.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"it's not flattery if it's the truth now, is it?" he muses, scrapping the eggs off the pan and dividing them up all on each plate.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"stop flirting with my girl." satoru pouts as he throws away the now empty carton, wrapping his arms around your waist and planting a sloppy kiss to your cheek.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"i am not flirting, idiot." suguru replies, flicking his forehead. "just saying it as it is. she's a real sweetheart." he hands you a plate that visibly has a lot more eggs and toast on it compared to the others, giving you that kindhearted smile of his as he starts up the coffee machine, knowing you were going to have some with your meal. you've been over the house so much, he knows your routine by heart!

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀the other two boys by the kitchen counter nod in agreement at suguru's statement, despite seeming to be preoccupied with chugging down their protein shakes and gorging down on their food. you can't help the flurry of giggles that leave your lips, your face growing even warmer. "well . . he's right about that." satoru chuckles in your ear, placing another wet smooch to your cheeks.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"stop that~" you mutter, lightly smacking the side of his face. "now can you grab me that vanilla syrup i bought the other day? i wanna try it with my coffee."

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"yes mommy."

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀the whole room goes still. everyone is silent. satoru's cheeks flush the brighest pink hue. and you're standing there frozen in his embrace.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀". . yes what?" toji repeats, doing his best to stifle his laughter.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"yeah what'd you just call her?" sukuna chimes in, a devious smirk curving upwards on his lips.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"i didn't think that was the dynamic between the two of you . . but hey, they say to expect the unexpected, don't they?" suguru pipes in, wiggling his eyebrows playfully at your boyfriend who's doing his best to avoid eye contact with his frat bros. "i had always pegged you as the submissive type, anyways."

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"what the —!" satoru exclaims, letting go off you as he chases suguru around the house who can only laugh hysterically. and you're still stuck in place, cheeks now scalding your skin from the embarrassment bubbling inside you. your body is turned away from the two other guys who are grinning from ear to ear, silently watching the hilarious scene unfolding before them.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀the chase soon comes to an end when you call out to satoru, voice buttery and soft. to an outsider, it sounds so sweet and so mellow, not a tad bit malicious. but to him . . oh, he knows that tone. he knows exactly what that means as he trudges back to you looking like a cute wounded puppy. if he had ears, they'd be drooping so adorably（and they'd be so fluffy too）— that's what you think to yourself.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀he laces his arms back around your torso, pulling you flush to his bare chest as you pour in some coffee and milk into your cup. it's just silence for a while as you drizzle the vanilla syrup to your morning drink, stirring it slowly and the clinking noises of the spoon against the cup echoing in the kitchen.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀the other boys seem to have forgotten what'd just happened a few moments ago, even seemingly forgetten that you guys are still in the vicinity. so you take a sip of your coffee, turning around to face him with that sickeningly sweet smile of yours that has satoru's dick starting to chub up inside his sweats. because he knows what you're thinking, what you're imagining of doing to him later today . .

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"you're getting it tonight." you whisper lowly in his ear, grabbing your breakfast plate. "i'm gonna have my fun~" you quip before sauntering towards the dining table, sitting down with your cup of coffee and food, and settling yourself with the boys as you talk about your plans for the day. and satoru is still standing in the middle of the kitchen room, tugging at his sweats to try and hide his growing bulge, doing all he can to stop dreaming about what you'd be doing to him tonight.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀──── ୨୧ ────

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"you're such a pathetic fucking pup." you tut, pumping satoru's thick cock, your strokes fast, rough, and mean. a slew of needy, desperate mewls spill from his parted lips as he tugs on the fluffy pink cuffs that bind his hands behind his back. globs of tears are beginning to form in the corner of his eyes, satoru feeling so overwhelmed yet so frustrated at the continous denial of orgasm. god knows how many times you've denied him at this point.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"i-i'm sorry about this morning, baby." he whimpers. "the words just slipped out! it was habitual!" the way his bottom lips are jutting out to form the most adorable pout and a single tear run down his face makes your heart swoon and you almost cave in to let him off the hook . . almost . .

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀you slap his dick hard which makes his whole body jolt from the impact — though not to say he doesn't enjoy it, what with the beads of pre dripping down from his flushed tip. "and see what your little mistake did? your friends were making fun of me." you pout, huffing dramatically as you start to fist him once again, but this time stroking him agonizingly slow, almost like you were bored.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"fuckkkk babyyy!" he cries out, tears now running down from his glossy eyes, the droplets glinting under the light. he tips his head back, hips bucking up into the air to try and attain some more friction, some more feeling, just more anything. you don't give him that satisfaction though, slapping him across the face, his cheeks turning red from the impact. he sniffles and pleads with you, "imsorryimsorryimsorry!"

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀you, again, suddenly stop your ministrations which only makes him whine louder, full on sobbing now because he feels like he's going to lose his mind. he feels like his mind has been turned into a puddle, just craving that sweet, sweet release of pleasure. "you promise you're sorry?" you ask, pressing dove-like smooches over his face which turns a subtle pink from how soft the gesture is, especially considering how you'd been treating him up until this moment.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"yes mommy, i promise." he weeps, his bottom lip quivering so cutely, his big blue eyes peering at you with that adorable glossed over look. "i've been a bad boy. i'm so sorry, mommy." oh, there's something so gratifying witnessing your boyfriend fall apart in front of you . . all because of you!

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀you pretend to hum in thought as your dainty fingers trail on the underside of his throbbing, red cock that's begging for release. you keep doing so for a few seconds, contemplating on whether you're satisfied with his apology or not . . then you meet his gaze — he's begging you with his eyes, those pliant orbs boring into yours, trying to tell you that the punishment should end here and he should get the reward he's been needing for for the past hour.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"good boy, toru~" you coo, wrapping your hand back around his cock, stroking it just the way you know makes him see stars. "i think . . my good boy deserves to cum~"

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀that's all he needs to hear as he spurts out his warm creamy seed all over his abdomen in just a few single strokes, some of it dripping down on to the sheets below — there is just so much of it. he's sniffling with tears of joy, the intensity of the blissful orgasm simply all too much for him!

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"you're such a good boy f'me." you coo, pressing gentle kisses all over his face again. he practically purrs as he rubs his head against yours, returning each kiss to you.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"now can you please take these off, baby? i wanna fuck you so bad." satoru pleas, trying to break free from the cuffs. he's been restrained long enough and he craves nothing more than to feel your velvety pussy sink down on his cock, to feel the way your walls choke his shaft and to hear your honeyed voice as you take him.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"nope!" you chirp, pushing his back to the headboard as you straddle him. you slowly grind your pussylips against his dripping cock, quiet moans leaving both his lips and yours. "i'm not done with you just yet."

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀jeez . . satoru hates （loves） this — his usual sweet and shy girl making him beg for what he wants. is he going to do it all though? oh yes. a million times yes. he's right where he wants to be！

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"oh, lemme help you." you say, walking up to him as you start taking out some plates for yourself, your boyfriend, and the rest of the frat boys — that being toji and sukuna who are busy prepping their own protein-packed breakfast and blending their protein shakes.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"thanks. you're always so helpful." suguru says with a kind smile, plopping some toast on the plates you'd laid out. your face warms up at that, your lips curving up into a little smile.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"you flatter me too much." you reply, going over to the fridge to take out some whipped cream, maple syrup, and two cartons of chocolate milk. all for your dear boyfriend. you don't know how this man can eat all of these sugary things so early in the morning — though it would explain his hyperactivity! and like a kid, he snatches one of the cartons from you and immediately chugs it all down.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"it's not flattery if it's the truth now, is it?" he muses, scrapping the eggs off the pan and dividing them up all on each plate.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"stop flirting with my girl." satoru pouts as he throws away the now empty carton, wrapping his arms around your waist and planting a sloppy kiss to your cheek.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"i am not flirting, idiot." suguru replies, flicking his forehead. "just saying it as it is. she's a real sweetheart." he hands you a plate that visibly has a lot more eggs and toast on it compared to the others, giving you that kindhearted smile of his as he starts up the coffee machine, knowing you were going to have some with your meal. you've been over the house so much, he knows your routine by heart!

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀the other two boys by the kitchen counter nod in agreement at suguru's statement, despite seeming to be preoccupied with chugging down their protein shakes and gorging down on their food. you can't help the flurry of giggles that leave your lips, your face growing even warmer. "well . . he's right about that." satoru chuckles in your ear, placing another wet smooch to your cheeks.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"stop that~" you mutter, lightly smacking the side of his face. "now can you grab me that vanilla syrup i bought the other day? i wanna try it with my coffee."

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"yes mommy."

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀the whole room goes still. everyone is silent. satoru's cheeks flush the brighest pink hue. and you're standing there frozen in his embrace.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀". . yes what?" toji repeats, doing his best to stifle his laughter.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"yeah what'd you just call her?" sukuna chimes in, a devious smirk curving upwards on his lips.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"i didn't think that was the dynamic between the two of you . . but hey, they say to expect the unexpected, don't they?" suguru pipes in, wiggling his eyebrows playfully at your boyfriend who's doing his best to avoid eye contact with his frat bros. "i had always pegged you as the submissive type, anyways."

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"what the —!" satoru exclaims, letting go off you as he chases suguru around the house who can only laugh hysterically. and you're still stuck in place, cheeks now scalding your skin from the embarrassment bubbling inside you. your body is turned away from the two other guys who are grinning from ear to ear, silently watching the hilarious scene unfolding before them.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀the chase soon comes to an end when you call out to satoru, voice buttery and soft. to an outsider, it sounds so sweet and so mellow, not a tad bit malicious. but to him . . oh, he knows that tone. he knows exactly what that means as he trudges back to you looking like a cute wounded puppy. if he had ears, they'd be drooping so adorably（and they'd be so fluffy too）— that's what you think to yourself.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀he laces his arms back around your torso, pulling you flush to his bare chest as you pour in some coffee and milk into your cup. it's just silence for a while as you drizzle the vanilla syrup to your morning drink, stirring it slowly and the clinking noises of the spoon against the cup echoing in the kitchen.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀the other boys seem to have forgotten what'd just happened a few moments ago, even seemingly forgetten that you guys are still in the vicinity. so you take a sip of your coffee, turning around to face him with that sickeningly sweet smile of yours that has satoru's dick starting to chub up inside his sweats. because he knows what you're thinking, what you're imagining of doing to him later today . .

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"you're getting it tonight." you whisper lowly in his ear, grabbing your breakfast plate. "i'm gonna have my fun~" you quip before sauntering towards the dining table, sitting down with your cup of coffee and food, and settling yourself with the boys as you talk about your plans for the day. and satoru is still standing in the middle of the kitchen room, tugging at his sweats to try and hide his growing bulge, doing all he can to stop dreaming about what you'd be doing to him tonight.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀──── ୨୧ ────

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"you're such a pathetic fucking pup." you tut, pumping satoru's thick cock, your strokes fast, rough, and mean. a slew of needy, desperate mewls spill from his parted lips as he tugs on the fluffy pink cuffs that bind his hands behind his back. globs of tears are beginning to form in the corner of his eyes, satoru feeling so overwhelmed yet so frustrated at the continous denial of orgasm. god knows how many times you've denied him at this point.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"i-i'm sorry about this morning, baby." he whimpers. "the words just slipped out! it was habitual!" the way his bottom lips are jutting out to form the most adorable pout and a single tear run down his face makes your heart swoon and you almost cave in to let him off the hook . . almost . .

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀you slap his dick hard which makes his whole body jolt from the impact — though not to say he doesn't enjoy it, what with the beads of pre dripping down from his flushed tip. "and see what your little mistake did? your friends were making fun of me." you pout, huffing dramatically as you start to fist him once again, but this time stroking him agonizingly slow, almost like you were bored.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"fuckkkk babyyy!" he cries out, tears now running down from his glossy eyes, the droplets glinting under the light. he tips his head back, hips bucking up into the air to try and attain some more friction, some more feeling, just more anything. you don't give him that satisfaction though, slapping him across the face, his cheeks turning red from the impact. he sniffles and pleads with you, "imsorryimsorryimsorry!"

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀you, again, suddenly stop your ministrations which only makes him whine louder, full on sobbing now because he feels like he's going to lose his mind. he feels like his mind has been turned into a puddle, just craving that sweet, sweet release of pleasure. "you promise you're sorry?" you ask, pressing dove-like smooches over his face which turns a subtle pink from how soft the gesture is, especially considering how you'd been treating him up until this moment.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"yes mommy, i promise." he weeps, his bottom lip quivering so cutely, his big blue eyes peering at you with that adorable glossed over look. "i've been a bad boy. i'm so sorry, mommy." oh, there's something so gratifying witnessing your boyfriend fall apart in front of you . . all because of you!

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀you pretend to hum in thought as your dainty fingers trail on the underside of his throbbing, red cock that's begging for release. you keep doing so for a few seconds, contemplating on whether you're satisfied with his apology or not . . then you meet his gaze — he's begging you with his eyes, those pliant orbs boring into yours, trying to tell you that the punishment should end here and he should get the reward he's been needing for for the past hour.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"good boy, toru~" you coo, wrapping your hand back around his cock, stroking it just the way you know makes him see stars. "i think . . my good boy deserves to cum~"

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀that's all he needs to hear as he spurts out his warm creamy seed all over his abdomen in just a few single strokes, some of it dripping down on to the sheets below — there is just so much of it. he's sniffling with tears of joy, the intensity of the blissful orgasm simply all too much for him!

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"you're such a good boy f'me." you coo, pressing gentle kisses all over his face again. he practically purrs as he rubs his head against yours, returning each kiss to you.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"now can you please take these off, baby? i wanna fuck you so bad." satoru pleas, trying to break free from the cuffs. he's been restrained long enough and he craves nothing more than to feel your velvety pussy sink down on his cock, to feel the way your walls choke his shaft and to hear your honeyed voice as you take him.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"nope!" you chirp, pushing his back to the headboard as you straddle him. you slowly grind your pussylips against his dripping cock, quiet moans leaving both his lips and yours. "i'm not done with you just yet."

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀jeez . . satoru hates （loves） this — his usual sweet and shy girl making him beg for what he wants. is he going to do it all though? oh yes. a million times yes. he's right where he wants to be！

the dish towel barely had time to touch your hands before you tossed it aside and headed straight towards the source of your headache. a few seconds later, you were standing in front of the living room couch with your arms folded tightly across your chest.

“ryomen sukuna!”

both father & son looked up at the same time. your son immediately looked guilty while sukuna only raised an eyebrow, not looking remotely concerned by your presence.

“yes, wife?”

you pointed at your son. “go to your room!”

he didn’t even argue. he scrambled up the stairs like the couch was on fire. once he was gone, you turned back to your husband, eyes narrowed.

“our bedroom. now.”

sukuna pushed himself off the couch, trailing after you with the confidence of a man who thought he’d done nothing wrong. as soon as the door clicked shut behind you, you hissed. “are you serious right now?!”

“you’re teaching our sixteen-year-old son how to flirt like some sleazy player? ‘you’re a distraction & it’s making me act up’ seriously, kuna?”

sukuna leaned back against the headboard, arms spread along the mattress; looking completely unrepentant. “what? the kid asked for advice & i only gave him good advice.”

“… good advice?” you stepped closer, jabbing a finger at his muscular chest. “you’re deliberately teaching him corny pick-up lines while convincing him that every conversation with a girl is some kind of strategy game. do you want him turning into you?”

sukuna’s smirk widened, clearly amused by your scolding.

“and what’s wrong with turning into me?” he asked, voice dropping into that low, sultry tone he knew had an effect on you. “i got you, didn’t i?”

you glared at him, refusing to let him charm his way out of this.

“you got me after years of being an absolute menace. i don’t want our son learning how to be a menace too. he should be respectful, sweet & genuine. instead of using corny pick-up lines on poor girls who don’t know any better!”

sukuna reached out, grabbing your waist and pulling you down onto his lap despite your half-hearted protest. “… relax, woman,” he murmured, beefy arms wrapping around you. “i only told him the truth that girls do like confidence. but i also told him if he ever makes a girl cry, i’ll kick his ass myself.”

you rolled your eyes, still sitting stiffly on his lap.

“you better have.”

he chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to your neck— slow and tender, the way he always did when he was trying to butter you up (which somehow always works). “… you’re cute when you’re mad at me for corrupting our son,” he whispered against your skin, voice gravelly.

“it makes me wanna remind you exactly who you married.”

you smacked his chest at that, but you didn’t pull away.

“s-shut up…”

“you love me,” he teased, grinning against your neck. “admit it, you fell for a menace.”

you rolled your eyes, but your arms found their way around his shoulders anyway.

“unfortunately, yes. but that’s not the point right now.”

he let out a dry chuckle, arms tightening around you. “good... now will you stop being mad at me?”

⨳ 𝓷𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: thank you to those who gave me suggestions on what to include for the blank line 😚 i ended up going with @user020707 (idky i’m not able to tag :c) line!!!