Not too long ago this wouldn’t have bothered him but whenever he returns home after being with you, he only notices problems. The beer bottles, loud music, strangers littering his home. There was no way in hell his kid could live here. So he found himself researching apartments and how to babyproof a home in six months, because he sure as hell wasn’t letting his child live in a frathouse or anywhere near it.

He wonders if a one bedroom would be enough, a baby doesn’t need that much space right? But babies turn into toddlers and toddlers turn into children who need their own space, but maybe he should get a three bedroom because you weren’t his girl and probably wouldn’t want to share a room with him. 

Sukuna didn’t care, of course. Unlimited access to you? He was sure he could live with that, even if you’d never be anything more than co-parents. He didn’t have much time to think about that because as soon as he parked in the visitors parking lot of your dorm, you texted him.

brat’s mom: Hey, I think we should tell Nanami.

Fuck.

Nanami’s face is red as he processes what you just told him, eyes distant as he stares at nothing. He went from shock that you and Sukuna had been together in the first place, to clenching his jaw so tight you thought he might break his teeth from the force. You could cut the tension with a knife and you felt like your heart was about to jump out of your throat. Nanami was an easy to annoy person but very rarely did that ever apply to you. To be on the receiving end of his ire was a new experience and it made your skin crawl with anxiety. 

You could remember the times he’d beat up the boys that broke your heart, specifically the ex that dated you as a prank. When you ran home crying, Nanami and his friends went to go find the boy and based on what you heard the cops tell your parents, Nanami had gripped your ex by his hair and punched him harder that he knocked a tooth out. 

If anyone knew how protective Nanami could get over the people he loves it was you, but this was different. Sukuna was his friend and perhaps that's why he hasn't jumped over the table yet. You have hope it’ll be okay until-

“I can’t believe you fucked Sukuna after i specifically warned you about him! And to get pregnant? I love you but are you stupid?”

“Kento-” Your face heats up.

“And what the hell is he doing here?”

It was safe to say Nanami wasn’t happy to hear the news and the smug grin Sukuna was wearing wasn’t fucking helping. You shot him a lethal glare and that was all it took for him to sit up straight in the booth of the cafe you insisted on meeting your brother at. 

It’s been a week since you decided to keep the baby and two since you found out you were pregnant. You spent those seven days thinking over if motherhood was truly for you, if you could afford a child and where you would even live. You didn’t think Yuki would appreciate a screaming newborn disturbing her rest or if your school even allowed babies on campus. 

Sukuna had an answer to all of this of course. 

“Money isn’t an issue. I can promise you, you'll both be well taken care of.”

“I’ll buy you an apartment. Did you think I’d let you sleep in a dorm with the brat?”

Then when he offered to introduce you to his family, stating he has a young nephew and a twin brother you’d like, you remembered you had your own brother to tell. You were so panicked over it, knowing how Nanami could get. You begged Sukuna to come, who all but insisted it wasn’t his place to interfere with sibling issues, especially because said sibling was his brother in pledge and teammate. You thought it might be a good idea to have backup but you were seriously regretting that as the two friends glared at one another.

Sukuna looks annoyed and your brother looks like he’s calculating how many years he’d get for murdering his frat bro. 

“Morning to you too.” Sukuna lifts the shades on head, pushing them up and pulling his pink hair back in the process. He looked insanely hot in his Jujutsu University sweater and faded blue jeans, his lip piercing reminding you of how he ate your pussy right before coming here, but you couldn’t think about that right now.

Nanami ignores him, keeping his eyes on you and you can feel his disappointment burning a hole in your forehead. “Him? You can’t be serious. Out of every man on campus you chose my friend and hid it from me for months!”

You rub at your temples, your breakfast threatening to come up and ruin the new dress you’d just gotten, one big enough to hide the bump that decided to expand over the last two weeks. He was starting to piss you off, treating you as if you were still a little girl and couldn’t make your own decisions. It was beyond humiliating and your face was burning. 

“I told you I didn’t fucking hide it! I just found out two weeks ago myself. And I didn’t exactly plan it, Kento. I wasn’t thinking-” 

He scuffs at that. “Clearly.” 

Sukuna snorts into his cup and Nanami’s eyes snap at him, glaring bullets at the much larger man as if his look alone could kill him. 

“Do you find this amusing Itadori?” 

Sukuna almost breaks his cup with the force he uses to sit it down, coffee pouring over and onto the table. He didn’t care, didn’t notice because he was too busy stopping himself from strangling the man on the other side of the booth. 

“If you ever call me that again i’ll fucking set ya on fire, understand?” 

The sudden flip leaves your head spinning with confusion. You had no idea why the name sent him spiraling but the way Nanami scrunches his eyebrows before nodding his head in understanding, tells you it was something your brother knew greatly offended Sukuna and he’d clearly crossed a line. 

“Fine.” Nanami sighs and runs his hand through his hair. “Just tell me two things. First, what are your intentions with my sister?” 

“I intend to be around.” Sukuna answers without a beat, as if he had been expecting this question. 

Nanami’s glaring again because that wasn't good enough. “Surely you have plans to make an honest woman of her?” 

You didn’t mean to but you let a laugh slip before biting your lip and frowning at your brother. “What is this, the 1800’s? I appreciate the support Ken but what makes you think I even want to get married?”

Nanami’s cheeks redden in embarrassment and anger, and Sukuna is looking at you like you hung the stars with a smirk on his face, which you absolutely ignore because you refuse to acknowledge the weird soon to be “co-parents with benefits” relationship you have going on. 

“Sorry, I'm sorry! I didn’t mean it like that.” He smiles and rubs at his eyes, letting his glasses push up his face before he focuses on you again, sighing heavily. “Just wanna make sure you and the baby will be alright. Where do you plan on living? I don’t think the school-”

“What is it with you two and thinking i’d let her live in a fucking dorm with my child? I’m starting to get offended.”

After a private conversation with Nanami and him assuring you that he loves you and only wants the best for you, you have Sukuna drop you off at Shoko and Utahime’s place. Might as well kill two birds with one stone. 

Time is starting to fly by now. You’re in your twentieth week of pregnancy and it’s been six weeks since you found out you were pregnant. You and Sukuna are both deep in your studies but he always makes sure he finds time to stop by and see you. Everyone questions why Sukuna is seen around campus with the same girl, or why he basically stopped attending parties and on the rare occasion when he does, he limits himself to two drinks max and is seemingly more irritable than usual.

He can usually be found sitting on the couch, smoking weed and shooting the shit with Toji, who is surprisingly the only person in the frat outside of Nanami that knows he has a kid on the way. He had one of his own at the end of freshman year and had been understanding when Sukuna went to him for advice, never teasing like he knew Gojo or Suguru would. 

“S’not all that bad. Megs is a little shit, I swear that fucker purposefully provokes me sometimes but I’d do anything for him ya know?”

Sukuna didn’t know, that was the whole fucking point of this conversation. The closest he’s gotten to fatherhood is when he babysat Yuji for Jin and that ended with him being banned from such duties. Jin had asked if his son was asleep yet and when Sukuna sent a mirror picture of him holding the baby by his onesie, his twin lost his shit. Sukuna couldn’t understand the problem since the brat was laughing and clearly enjoying their uncle/nephew bonding time. 

How was he supposed to know the shirt could potentially rip? He asked his brother this and Jin squinted even with his glasses on, ears and cheeks red with fury as he threw his arms out, “That’s what I’m telling you, Ryo! You don’t know, so don’t do it! You’d make a shit father.” 

“I’ll tell you the secret.”

Sukuna waits as Toji takes a hit, inhaling deeply before blowing a ring of smoke and letting his head fall back on the couch, passing the blunt to Sukuna and the pink haired giant waits. 

“There isn’t one.”

Toji laughs and Sukuna scoffs, mumbling “You’re useless.” before taking a hit himself and smothering it in the tray on the table. The medicinal had failed at clearing his head and served only to piss him off even more at this point. 

“When Megumi’s mom told me she was pregnant I almost threw up. I was an idiot at nineteen.” 

Sukuna grunts and leans back into the couch, laying his head on the cushion behind him and staring at the ceiling. “You still are.”

Toji’s laughing and keeps talking but Sukuna's mind is half there as his thoughts drift to you. The last time he saw you was two days ago and the sight of your almost five month belly had him nauseous with anxiety, reality truly kicking in that his entire life was going to change. 

You were sitting at your desk getting an assignment done and when he looked down, your shirt had risen up and staring back at him was his future. One he hadn’t planned and it left him so terrified he did the only thing he could think of. He left without explaining why, ignoring your questions as he shrugged his shirt back over his head and bolted out the door, ignoring your texts. It was just a simple “Hey, you alright? You looked spooked.” and a “Did I do something wrong?” 

That was two days ago and he hasn’t reached out to you yet, and thankfully you didn't call or text him either. Sukuna hadn’t realized he was a coward until that day and it was gnawing at his soul, biting away at his sanity until he broke and opened up to Toji.

“I’m not the best dad, coulda told you that myself. But all I'm saying is that no one is ever ready, shit just happens and you figure it out. Got no choice but to, but I can tell you already care.”

“What?” 

Sukuna looks at his friend, eyes growing heavy as his heart skips a beat. His face remained nonchalant but he was fucking terrified and hated that someone noticed.

“You keep worrying about fucking up. Bad fathers don’t sit around worrying if they’re doing a good job or not, trust me I know. Not something I’m proud of.”

Sukuna hums in acknowledgment. He vividly remembered how Toji avoided his son the first month after he was born, partying night and day, skipping most of his classes and almost getting kicked off the football team. He never cared at the time, didn’t think it was his business. 

“You ever stop worrying?” Toji frowns and Sukuna adds “About the kid dumbass.” 

Sukuna would never admit to this to anyone, not even you but he worried about your safety constantly. Were you eating enough? He’d answer that by getting every craving you had and sending you money for groceries, even though you told him you didn’t need it. 

Were you in pain? He rubbed your feet once, glaring at you and swearing you to secrecy as you giggled and he fought back a smile. Claimed that it was his responsibility to fix any issues his child was causing you. 

Was the baby growing correctly? When he asked you that a week ago, you invited him to your anatomy scan which was tomorrow. He had yet to see the baby beyond the ultrasound you showed him and the thing was tiny, it did nothing but freak him out. What if something happened? A baby that small couldn't be saved. His nerves only calmed when he agreed to go to the appointment with you. 

“Nah. When you care about something that much, you’ll never stop worrying but you get used to it.”

Before Sukuna could respond, a bright flash of white hair appeared and shouted “WHERE’S MY FAVORITE SINGLE DAD?” 

Both of the men groan and Sukuna closes his eyes and throws his arm over his head, lacking the special kind of patience needed to deal with Satoru fucking Gojo. Toji mumbles “Shit.”

When he peeks, a very drunk Gojo is standing in front of them with his black shades still on, beer bottle in his hand and red lipstick covering his neck. The man laughs at their sour faces before plopping himself on the couch between them.

The music is too fucking loud, Gojo reeks of alcohol and Sukuna feels a migraine coming on. 

“Fuck off.” Sukuna grumbles, pushing the arm Gojo was attempting to put around him and ignoring the fake pout he gave. He’s surprised he’s survived almost four years in the same house as the man, he was a walking headache.

“No way! What are you two talking about?” He frowns at Sukuna before attempting to hug Toji and getting the same treatment. 

“None of your business, freak. You’re ruining my fucking high.” Toji huffs. He had even less patience for the frat president than Sukuna did, as they didn’t have the best track record.

Gojo says nothing but looks between both men, his eyes narrowed as he puts on his “thinking too hard about shit that doesn’t concern him” face, gears turning in his pissy drunk head and Sukuna rubs his hand down his face. Fuck, he really wanted to kill his friend sometimes. 

Gojo takes another painfully awkward minute to stare between the two and right when Toji’s about to strangle him, his white eyebrows shoot up and his eyes widen. The grin slowly spreads across his face and Sukuna knows he’s fucked. The man was incredibly observant and crazy smart when he wanted to be.

“..No way. You- you got some PREGNANT didn’t you? That’s why you’ve been skipping our parties, acting all high and mighty and refusing to drink anything stronger than those nasty beers I know you hate.” 

Sukuna sighs, his face growing hot with anger as he smacks the back of Gojo's head, ignoring his very loud “OW!” and gripping the man's collar and pulling him close. “Keep your fucking mouth shut or i’ll kill you.. Slowly.”

It’s not that Sukuna cared if people found out. He never fed into what others thought of him but he knew you did and he would be damned if Gojo ruined the little peace you were getting throughout this pregnancy because his idiot friend was too stupid to keep his voice low. 

“Fine! Fine!” Satisfied Sukuna lets him go, shooting a glare at the few people who were looking before sitting back. Unfortunately for him, Gojo wasn’t done. 

“Who is it? Do I know her? Wait-” 

Toji’s already gotten up and left Sukuna to deal with the frat president's antics on his own. Fucking traitor.

“It’s Nanami’s sister isn’t it? That’s why he barely talks to you anymore and looks at you like he hates you now. Oh my god, I’m a genius! Can I be godfather?”

Sukuna contemplates homicide but pulls out his phone, feeling a lot more confident after his conversation with Toji of all people. 

sukuna: be there to get you at noon right?

brat’s mother: yep

Despite his state last night, Sukuna shows up at your dorm on time. He’s only a little offended that you don’t say a word to him but his heart still skips a beat at the sight of you. Your belly had grown a lot since you told him you were carrying his child and he hated the growing possessiveness he felt toward you. 

He told himself it was because you were quite literally growing half of him, that it had nothing to do with the way his chest swelled with need whenever he laid eyes on you. It was just a natural, human reaction to be attracted to the person you created life with, even if you hadn’t let him touch you since the meeting with Nanami. 

“Ryomen.” You walked past him without looking, and he didn’t know why your attitude bothered him even though he deserved it. He had dealt with plenty of angry women in his almost four years of college and he never truly cared what they thought. They knew what they were getting into when they decided to let him fuck them and he knew he’d never speak to them again so he never thought twice about it. Even when it ended with him getting a drink thrown in his face. 

But your anger was different. You didn’t scream, didn’t throw drinks in his face or make yourself look stupid to get his attention and he loved and hated it. He wanted you to need him, to want him so badly that you threw yourself in front of him and begged for him to acknowledge you. Even if he knew it was selfish because ultimately, he could never be anything more than a father to your child and a quick fuck if you needed it. 

Ryomen Sukuna didn’t do relationships. 

So he stayed quiet. He opened the door for you, helped you in the car and even waited until your seatbelt clicked in place before he closed the door, but he never made any attempt to converse. When he started blasting “Day Scanner” by Susumu and you made a face, he swallowed his annoyance and turned it off, riding the rest of the way to the doctors in silence. 

He didn’t even flinch when you were laid back on the chair, shirt pulled up to reveal your belly and grabbed his hand when the doctor applied the gel and started moving the wand around. He simply squeezed your hand because the truth was that he was just as nervous as you looked. The last he’d felt true nervousness was when he was a teen and his abusive father was still alive. 

“Are you two looking to find out the gender today or are we keeping it a surprise?” 

Sukuna didn’t say anything, instead allowing you to make that decision. He didn’t care either way, he’d only come to make sure the baby was okay. He hadn’t given himself the time to think about if he wanted a girl or a boy but at that moment, he thought he might prefer a boy. Given his track record with women, he worried his karma would come in the form of a little girl he’d have to protect from the sea of scumbags he knew would prey on her.

“We want to know.” 

And when she started pointing out all of the little toes, hands, seeing and hearing the fast thumping of a heartbeat, Sukuna felt his eyes burning. 

“Looks like baby is asleep right now but let’s see if we can get a view of the genitals. Sometimes they let us take a peek, sometimes they’re feeling shy.” 

While you laughed at the words, Sukuna felt his skin crawl and his anger rise. He didn’t find the comment funny and would have told the woman that, if he thought it wouldn’t upset you. So he kept his mouth shut, his hand in yours and his eyes on the screen before he dug himself in a deeper hole with you. 

“Alrighty! Positions can make it tricky but baby is cooperating well today and based on what I’m seeing it looks like you’re having a little... girl!” 

Sukuna almost throws up. 

The next day Sukuna’s waiting outside your building, having just finished his morning practice and you’re filled with nerves about today. You agreed to meet his family and though he assured you it’ll just be him, his brother, and his nephew, you can’t help but feel concerned about making a good impression. This would be half of your daughter's family, you wanted to get along with them.

You’d never met any of your previous boyfriend's families, and Sukuna was just.. your friend? Co-parent? You didn’t know what you were anymore and it frustrated you. Either way, it was important to build a bond with the people your daughter would spend half of her time with. You were doing this for her, it didn’t matter what they thought. If they were anything like Sukuna, you would bear any criticism they threw your way, and you’d do it with a smile if it meant creating a stable family for your daughter.

Before you let your fear control you and back out of going, you slip into a pair of jeans and a plain white shirt that perfectly shows off your growing bump. You weren’t as big as you knew you’d get but you were showing enough that it would be obvious to anyone unless you wore one of Sukuna’s hoodies. You weren’t exactly ready to reveal you’d gotten pregnant from a one night stand, knowing how badly people gossiped. And if they knew it was Sukuna’s? 

You shiver but stay silent the entire one hour ride.

When Sukuna pulls into a well known wealthy neighborhood, your brows furrow. Only the richest of the rich could afford to live here and the houses were grossly huge. You didn’t say anything until he pulled into a driveway that led to one of the biggest houses you'd ever seen. It had the traditional architecture of a Japanese home but the size made your stomach twist. 

Who the fuck was this guy? You kept quiet of course, not wanting to come off as tacky but you would confront him on the way back. He was the father of your child after all and you were entitled to answers. 

“Did you tell him yet?” You turn and ask as he parks behind a black suv, long fingers tapping against the wheel as he sighs and turns the car off.

“I am now. That’s why we're here.” 

He was suddenly annoyed but you didn't care to ask why, too nervous at the sight of the front door and a near identical clone of Sukuna standing in the entry way. Before you could really stare, Sukuna was out the door and walking to your side to help you out of the car. 

You wanted to back out, run away to the safety of your dorm room and listen to Yuki’s never ending rants about her boyfriend or how she got dibs on being godmother of your baby. Only Sukuna’s hand on your lower back stopped you from doing that, and butterflies were flying in your chest at the feeling of his thumb rubbing up and down your skin, though he stopped when you looked at him with glossy eyes. 

“UNC KUNA!” You barely have time to register the pink blur before a little boy the height of your waist is speeding toward Sukuna and crashing into his legs at full speed. 

Sukuna doesn’t move an inch but huffs and reaches a hand down to ruffle the kids hair, which you noticed was littered with black as well, different from the twins full blown pink. His eyes were closed, chubby cheeks pressed to his uncle's legs, little arms wrapped tight around him as he squeezed hard enough to make little pink spots spread across his face. 

“What are you doing brat?” Sukuna asks with a flatness to his voice and when you glare at him, he only smirks in return. The little boy doesn’t seem fazed by his uncle’s attitude, likely used to it and it shouldn’t surprise you that Sukuna was an asshole to his own nephew. 

“I missed you!” 

Yuji beams up at him, smiling wide and showing that he was missing his two front teeth and you basically melted while Sukuna only made a ‘tch’ sound before giving in and lifting the little boy to sit on his shoulders. Yuji’s giggling like it’s the best day of his life, hand on top of Sukuna’s head to hold on and you can’t help but wonder if your daughter will share any features with the little boy who was the spitting image of Sukuna and his twin.

Sukuna carries the boy to the front door while keeping his hand on your back and guiding you forward. You fought the urge to fiddle with your sleeve when you made it to the front door, coming face to face with Sukuna’s brother who was..

Cute? I mean you could tell he was his brother's twin with the same height, pink hair and face but he had a softer look, kinder eyes and lacked facial tattoos but instead had glasses that sat snug on his nose. He was scrawnier than Sukuna and looked like the type of man you’d typically go for until you met his deviant clone.

His eyes are flickering from you to Sukuna until they land on your bump and you fight the instinct to wrap your arms around yourself. A knowing smile spreads across his face and Sukuna scowls at him as he goes to set Yuji down, who immediately looks at you, eyes wide with curiosity. 

“Oh.”

“Don’t.” Sukuna grumbles and lowers his hand from your back but keeps you close at his side. You stay quiet, letting the man next to you take over introductions because you felt like you might throw up if you spoke. 

“I didn’t say anything.” Jin was fighting back his smile, arms crossed in front of him as he stared at his brother.

“You were fucking going to.” 

“Only that your friend is very beautiful and that you’re an asshole for not properly introducing us.” The man turns back to you and sticks his hand out. “I’m Jin, the younger twin by only two minutes.”

You give a shaky laugh, shoulders loosening a little at the way Jin is able to rile Sukuna up with a simple “oh.” You’d never seen him this bothered over the two letters, his cheeks dusted pink as he mumbled back “fuck off”. 

After you introduce yourself, you feel a tugging at your legs and look down to see Yuji staring up at you with wide doe eyes, a playful smile on his face as he keeps tugging, clearly waiting for you to acknowledge him. 

“Um, hello.” You give your best smile, unsure of how to interact with children as you didn’t have any nieces or nephews, nor cousins. It’s always been just you and Nanami and a part of you envied Sukuna and how well he was with Yuji. You’d make a terrible mom.

“You’re pwetty. Can you pick me up?” He gets straight to the point and it has you chuckling and bending to scoop him up until a strong hand wraps around your wrist. 

You look at Sukuna and frown at him, looking back at your wrist and he pulls away but stops you again when you attempt to pick the boy up. 

“Don’t fucking pick him up (name).” 

Yuji frowns and stomps his foot, death grip on your sleeves and you’re unsure of what to do, why Sukuna was being such a fucking asshole. He ignored the way Yuji’s eyes welled up when he pried his hands off your shirt and your chest tightened. 

“Why can’t I pick him up?” 

“Yeah! Why not unc Kuna?” Yuji is immediately backing you up, crossing his little arms and giving his uncle the dirtiest glare a four year old could muster up. Jin stayed quiet but an amused smile was on his face. 

“She’s not carrying anything.” Sukuna glares back unfazed, not giving a shit if Yuji was a child or his nephew. 

“Why?” You fire back, wondering why Sukuna brought you along if he didn’t even want you interacting with his family. You didn’t know what his fucking problem was but it was making you feel less than, like you weren’t good enough-

“Because you’re fucking pregnant.” Sukuna shoots back, looking at you like you’d lost your common sense. Like you were the one being unreasonable. 

“Ahh I see.” Jin laughed at the same time as Yuji said “What’s peg-aa-nit?” 

“I’m perfectly capable of picking him up.” You cross your arms at your chest and give Sukuna a “don’t fucking test me dude” look but he's not budging, rivaling your glare with one of his own.

“No.”

“He’s a preschooler.” 

“No.”

“I’ve carried groceries heavier than him.”

“No.” 

Every answer is the same and when you stare at him, he stares right back. Later that day you're lounging on the ridiculously large couch and listening to Jin recall stories of their childhood, still a little annoyed that Sukuna won that battle and you never did get to pick up Yuji who’s now sounds asleep on his uncle’s lap, sprawled out and snoring lightly as Sukuna unknowingly rocks his legs side to side. 

Your heart is thumping hard, the sight firing up thoughts of a tiny newborn laying there, a little girl with hair like his and your facial features. Sukuna occasionally catches you looking and grins but never says anything. 

You’re half listening to the conversation. Jin’s giving Sukuna brotherly advice and you’re thinking about how good he’d look holding a tiny version himself, massive arms swallowing his daughter whole as he looks down at her with soft eyes he’d reserved just for her. 

It had you aching with need, which is why later that night when he walked you to your dorm, you pulled him inside after noticing Yuki was gone, and let him rip your clothes off you until you were both naked. His cock was buried deep inside of you as you sat on his lap, his hands firm on your waist, helping guide your movements as you rode him like the cock drunk slut you were. 

“Fuck you feel so good, babe. So fucking tight and warm just for me.” He tightens his grip and holds you as he lifts his hips to slam into you. Not as hard as he truly wants to but hard enough to make you scream out and dig your nails down his chest. 

He groans loud at the pain, laughing at the red marks you leave on his chest and smacking your ass real hard in retaliation. “Be a good girl or i’ll stop.” 

You ignore him and slam body down harder, relishing in the way his cock is rubbing so perfectly against your walls. Your head is thrown back as your pleasure washed over you but before you could actually cum, he’s flipping you to lay on your back, cock staying seated inside of you and hooking your legs over his arms. 

He smirks and licks at your glare until you’re opening your mouth and letting him kiss you in the way only he knows how. So sweet, so rough and needy, his tongue fighting yours for control, him gripping your jaw until you open up and he’s spitting in your mouth. 

You barely get to swallow it before his lips are back on yours, slowly grinding into you and you don’t acknowledge that the way he’s fucking you is more gentle than he’s ever been. He’s staring down at you, lips hovering above yours and his eyes are refusing to look away from you and you’re shaking. Your moans are much softer than usual, your fingers playing with the hair on his nape, ignoring how domestic this feels and how your eyes are burning, tears threatening to spill.

“So fucking pretty, love.” He’s lower one of your legs, using his free hand to rub at the side of your stomach, eyes widening in shock when he feels a movement. 

You feel it too because you’re biting your bottom lip to stop yourself from crying, the little flutters making your brain mushy and adding a level of domesticity to this fuck session that has you forgetting that this man isn’t yours and you were just the mother of his child.

Sukuna kisses you softly and nuzzles his nose against yours before grinding deeper inside of you. His eyes are hooded and his heart skips a beat when you whisper “Ryo- you feel ngghh, so good.”

And before he can stop himself he’s cumming so much and you’re squirting all over his pubs, and this is fucking heaven beacause Sukuna has never felt so fucking good in his life. He can’t stop filling you, grunting against your mouth as he kisses you at the same slow pace he’s fucking you. His hot white cum is painting your walls and dripping out of your cunt that squeezes every single drop out of him.

He showers with you that night, holding you up against him as he washes your tired body and neither of you mention the fact that he stays the night, pulling you tight against his chest and tangling his legs with you. 

It was just sex. It didn’t mean anything that he fell asleep with his face tucked in your neck and his hand holding your belly. Ryomen Sukuna did not do relationships and you were a fucking idiot for falling for him anyways. 

Month five

“I’ve been wanting to ask. Why is your last name Sukuna if your father is Wasuke Itadori? I mean, your twin goes by Itadori..”

You were laid back on the frat couch, legs spread across Sukuna’s lap as you dipped a pickle in your jar of peanut butter, ignoring the way everyone looked at you two in bewilderment. 

Sukuna grunted, hand rubbing idly on your belly as he waited for his daughter to kick again and used the other to scroll through the phone. “My last name is Itadori, Sukuna is my middle name but I dropped Itadori because I don’t fuck with my dad. Only kept it long enough to claim my inheritance after he died.” 

Ryomen Sukuna Itadori.. It’s kind of cute, you thought. Would your baby be an Itadori too?

Month six (26 weeks)

Sukuna is walking you into the new apartment he bought for you and the baby. He refuses to tell you what the price was, telling you it didn’t matter and that it was in a safe, family friendly neighborhood. 

He showed you that there were three rooms, one for him, one for the baby, and one for you. You didn’t tell him that your heart sank at the fact that he didn’t want to share a room with you. Again, you knew what you were getting into when you decided to keep his baby, knew there would never be enough room in his heart to see you as anything but the mother of his child. 

You’re surprised when you notice a few cans of paint and a long brown box that has a picture of a crib stuck to it, sitting in the corner of the middle room.When you lift a brow in question, head titled back so you can fully stare at the man towering next to you. 

He smiles sheepishly, his neck turning red as he grumbles “What? Kid has to have a place to sleep, yeah?” 

You only smile, grateful that he wasn’t the kind of man you had to remind to do things. He just did them and didn’t complain. Like when you told him the apartment was too far from campus when you’d officially moved in a week away from going into your seventh month of pregnancy. 

‘I can’t walk to class with this huge bump slowing me down! Did you even think about the fact that I don’t have a car before you decided we’d live this far away?”

You began to snap at him a lot too, as your daughter grew and started pressing against your organs, tiny feet kicking into your ribs hard enough to have Sukuna apologizing on her behalf. You’d shoot him a glare, he’d apologize again and fuck you until you were no longer mad at him. 

“I’ll buy you a fucking car.” 

And he does. You don’t let him spend a lot, just enough to get something safe and reliable, new enough that you wouldn’t have to worry about it later down the road. 

In your seventh month, you're big enough that you can no longer hide your very obvious bump. Your friends are supportive, Shoko and Yuki glaring at anyone that stares too long and Uthahime using her body to keep you shielded as much as possible. 

They only stopped when you told them this was bound to happen. People will stare, gossip and wonder who the father is and in the end, you’d still be pregnant so it didn’t matter.

Nanami and Sukuna don’t care that it doesn’t bother you though, because it annoys the fuck out of them. One time all three of you were walking to your programming class when a few girls stared with wide eyes and at the same time, they both said “Mind your fucking business!” 

You were happy they had been getting along a lot more lately. Nanami even came over and helped Sukuna with painting your daughter’s room. They flipped you off when you snapped a picture, laughing at the way paint covered their faces and Nanami’s glasses were absolutely destroyed. 

Month eight (35 weeks)

In your eight month of pregnancy, you're on break and you and Sukuna are spending more time than ever together. Shoko is doing an internship, Yuki and Uthahime are on break overseas and Nanami is close by but visiting your parents for the holidays. You had introduced them to Sukuna the first week of break and they balled when they saw your belly, and balled even harder when they realized the father was an Itadori. Apparently everyone but you knew that Sukuna’s family was one of the richest in the country, nearly as rich as the Gojo’s. 

Sukuna was caught off guard by the attention, his face and ears turning pink because he fucking hated that people still associated him with his father, which is why he got the face tattoos in the first place. 

He was well behaved the three days you stayed there and now you were both back home, sitting next to each other in the living room Sukuna insisted on paying the bulk of the cost to decorate. 

You were dressed in short shorts and a sweater with a heart stitched onto the belly and Sukuna was glaring at you, despite how cute you looked right now with your hair thrown up in a messy style and your face free of any makeup.

“I’m not eating that shit.” He turns his head as you shove a piece of avocado toast toward him. 

You get emotional when he refuses to eat the things you cook up and usually he caves, gives into your tantrums because something about seeing you cry leaves him with an aching chest but he refused this time, There was no way-

“Fine!” He rolls his eyes when you start to tear up, hesitantly taking a bite and immediately gagging, even though he swallows it anyways. 

“Fucking tastes like photosynthesis. What the fuck are you feeding my child, woman?” 

Month 9 (40 weeks)

You’re forty weeks pregnant now, it’s late February and you feel like a whale, refusing to show up for most of your classes unless it was critical, like when you had an exam or a paper due. Yuki, Sukuna and Nanami take notes for your programming class and because that’s the only class you share, he goes about paying students in your other classes for theirs. 

You can no longer see your feet at this point and Sukuna has to help you shave. Pregnancy starts to feel like a humiliation ritual, especially when your nipples start leaking small amounts of colostrum.

Sukuna never complains, simply popping a nipple in his mouth and sucking until it stops. He’d groan against your chest, going on about how good it tastes and that he can’t wait to try the real thing after you push out his kid. This usually ended with him taking you as gently as possible, cock throbbing for more but he gave you just enough to leave you satisfied. 

Sukuna is putting the baby’s carseat in his car when he hears a yell coming inside the house. He had just gotten done packing his, yours, and the baby’s hospital bag when he stepped outside to set it up. He wasn’t even gone twenty minutes before you started yelling his name.

He’s running inside the apartment, dread filling his entire body and he almost runs past the kitchen until he notices you standing there, eyes wide and staring at the ground. 

When he looks down he notices it’s wet, along with the grey sweats you were wearing. He sighs and gives you a small smile, annoyed that you called him in here for this but more than willing to help clean up your accident. 

“It’s just pee babe, we’ll get it cleaned up-”

“iT’S NOT PEE YOU IDIOT, MY WATER BROKE.”

note: omg who's ready to witness sukuna doing the dad walk out the hospital.. im shaking. lemme know what you guys think, your comments make my day!!

Nanami with readers ex boyfriend lmfao

reader and sukuna vibes

Now here you were, spending the last day of your summer break sitting in your obgyn’s office instead of going to another one of those parties, listening to her explain how the specific birth control you were on requires a full seven to eight days to be fully effective and you were right at that mark when you decided to let Sukuna fuck you stupid without protection. You were laughing, pulling at your hair while tears poured down your face. You looked and felt like you were spiraling.

“As for the plan b.. sometimes these things just don’t work properly, I'm truly sorry.” Your doctor explained as gently as possible, but it was background noise at this point. 

You had shit luck, a dark curse that wouldn’t step off your fucking neck. I mean, you couldn’t even get fucked after a year of celibacy without getting pregnant! You could still feel the way his hands burned against your skin as he caressed your entire body and fucked you dumb. You wondered what he was doing now, if he even remembered you out of the sea of women he probably fucked over break. 

God, you felt like the world's biggest clown. Ryomen Sukuna of all people got you pregnant on his first try, a cruel joke really. Nanami had warned you about all of his frat brothers before you moved to town a few months before summer break, constantly calling to tell you how immature and reckless they were and how he wished he never joined the fraternity. You would giggle, never taking him too seriously because you knew just how much he cared about them from the sheer amount of times he’d talk about them. 

“Sukuna has another woman over, it’s been a week of nonstop moaning! I share a wall with the prick, you would think he’d have the decency to tell his dates to not be so loud.” He’d complain and in the same breath, compliment the man and his athletic skills. One time you’d been on the phone with Nanami and you heard loud groaning obviously coming from a woman before your brother yelled I’m gonna kill you Sukuna! apologizing and hanging up before you could respond.

Needless to say your curiosity in the mystery man peaked and when you saw him at the party, you could hardly control yourself. You had seen a few pictures of him on Nanami’s social media but he was a different beast in person. Tall enough to tower over everyone, bulging muscles that had you wondering what they’d feel like around your neck, and his face tattoos were a total turn on.

You noticed him watching you, red eyes glaring daggers at every man you danced with and so you put on a show in an attempt to get him to talk to you but he kept his distance the entire night. So when he finally did speak to you—even if it was to curse you out for drinking his water— no one could actually blame you for letting him drag you to his room and fuck you into the mattress. 

“Based on the time you say you were last sexually active, I’d put you around the fourteen weeks mark but I want to set you up with our ultrasound tech so we can measure the baby and get an accurate due date for you.” 

You nodded absently, your entire body chilled and your hands shaking as they began to sweat. You didn’t know anything about taking care of a child! You were about to be a junior in college and only just decided on your major before the cut off, how would you make decisions about another life? Your baby.. Sukuna’s baby. 

You should tell him, of course you should but what the fuck would you even say? You knew his reputation and you still slept with him anyways. There was no way someone like him would ever step up, play pretend at being a family, want anything to do with you or the child. There’s a strong possibility he’d transfer schools before he did that. Nothing about him screamed father material.

Your mind was running wild and only a soft hand atop of yours pulled you from the deep pit you found yourself stuck in. You looked up, teary eyes attempting to focus on your doctor as she smiled sympathetically at you. 

“There are other options.”

Three hours later you stood in front of the mirror in your dorm room, shirt pushed above your belly just enough to see that while your stomach was mostly the same size, if you stared long enough you could make out a very small bump. A very real reminder of the night you shared with Sukuna.

You lowered your shirt and looked at the photo in your hand, fighting down the wave of nausea that hit you without warning. The thing hardly looked human, more alien like than anything but you were able to make out the little head and the nubs for hands and feet. In another life you may have found it kinda cute but instead it made you sick.

You didn’t have a maternal bone in your body, there was no way you could be a mother to this thing, and yet you still hadn’t scheduled that appointment with the clinic your doctor recommended. Telling yourself that Sukuna deserved to at least know before you went through with anything, since it was his child too. 

You had to force yourself out of bed the next day. It was the first day of classes, almost eighty degrees outside and you were wearing a hoodie with sweatpants, barely throwing your hair in a messy bun and totally forgoing makeup. Your roommate Yuki had looked at you like you grew an extra head, asking if you were trying to pass out but you only shrugged and moved your bag up your shoulder. How were you supposed to tell her that all of the clothes you had were skin tight and would definitely show the new bump you were sporting seemingly overnight? 

“You look like death.” She looped her arm with yours and pulled you out the door.

As you walk through campus together, you’re hyperaware of everything. The side eyes people give you, the nausea settling in your stomach, the way your heart thumps a little harder as you get closer to the building your lecture hall is in. You wondered if anyone could tell, if you’d bump into him. It was bound to happen but you wanted to push it off for as long as you could.

You hadn’t even seen or talked to your own brother since you found out, fucking terrified at his reaction because Nanami would absolutely be able to tell. The man never missed anything  when it came to you, ever the protective brother since the day your parents brought you home from the police station. You were grateful he spent his summer abroad. 

“You’re awfully quiet today.” Yuki hummed, pulling you into the building. You were grateful she was there, having grown close to her when Shoko introduced you two after she found out you’d be transferring to their school. If not for her steady grip on your arm, you might have dropped to your knees when a head of pink hair appeared in the hall. 

Walking into the exact fucking class you were. He looked the same, maybe a little tanner from the summer heat but he was still the same person. Still looming over everyone around him, sunglasses atop his head that pushed his pink hair back, same tattoos but it looked like he added a few extra to his arms, dressed in a black shirt that showed off every muscle, and grey pants.

You froze, heart racing as he disappeared through the doors. Fuck, could your day get any worse? You had no plans on seeing him today but you also couldn’t skip the first lecture of this class. The professor was known to be a notoriously harsh grader and you couldn’t afford to miss even the most miniscule of information. God fucking dammit.  

“Hey, you okay?” Shit, you’d forgotten Yuki was with you, the sight of Sukuna making your brain fog with nothing but him and the little souvenir he left you. The one that had your stomach churning as you attempted to fight back the rising bile. 

“Yeah sorry.” You give her a false smile, choosing to ignore the way her scrunched up face said she didn’t believe you but would drop it for now. 

Walking into the room took every ounce of strength you had, your only saving grace being that the room was crowded which meant you could blend in easily and avoid your baby daddy. Your entire body was chilled from the fear of having to tell him the truth, you hadn’t even practiced what you planned to say to him. Hello! I know you probably don’t remember me but we hooked up a few months ago. I'm pregnant and it’s yours, surprise! 

You inwardly cringed and snapped back to reality. 

Intro to Programming was a relatively popular elective so you shouldn’t have been surprised to see him there. You had planned to hide away in the back, keep your head down and pray to god he didn’t turn and see you. Again, you had terrible luck because as soon as you turned to find a seat in the top row, he was already sitting in the middle, arms crossed, legs wide open and scowling at everyone and no one at the same time. And right next to him was the second person you wanted to avoid today, your brother. 

Fuck fuck fuck! Before you could make a run for it, Nanami spotted you and Yuki was pulling away and yelling “Choso!” before leaving you to fend for yourself. You were stuck, face burning while standing there like an idiot as other students pushed past you, shooting you glares for being in their way. 

Nanami was smiling and waving you over, pointing to the free seat on the other side of Sukuna that you absolutely were not going to sit in. Then he turned his head, red eyes staring through your soul and the smirk that he gave you had your head spinning, a familiar ache forming between your legs. God, you felt so pathetic. Here you were, simultaneously about to throw up and cum at the sight of the man that had completely rocked your world. 

Looking around the room, you noticed the other seats were filled and the room was quieting as the professor started making their way to the podium. Fuck my fucking life! You were left with no choice but to squeeze your way into the top row, mumbling apologies to the people you passed before flopping your ass into the seat next to Sukuna. Making a point to ignore his and your brother's gaze. 

“You okay (name)? I tried calling you twice yesterday but you’re avoiding me for some reason.” Nanami was clearly hurt, you could see his pouty face from your peripheral view, however you didn’t have the bandwidth to be a good sister right now. Barely had the energy to breathe as you were actively fighting back the vomit rising in your throat, stomach flipping as Sukuna’s cologne clouded your senses. 

You pulled your laptop and water bottle from your bag before placing it at your feet. You ignored your brother and started chugging from it, grateful that it was just barely delaying the massive puking session you knew was coming. With enough of your senses returned, you looked to your brother, ignoring the goliath of a man sitting between you two. You could feel his eyes on you and it was overwhelming, almost like he had an extra set of eyes beckoning you to look at him. 

Before you could even respond, Sukuna was speaking and your entire body went cold. You forgot how deep and masculine his voice was, how addicted you had been to it while he was calling you a good girl and fucking your brains out. Reaching depths no one else ever had..

“Who’s your friend Nanami?” You couldn't stop yourself from staring at him, metaphorical hearts all but forming in your eyes at the way he was already looking at you. Fireworks were exploding in your chest. This man was pretending he didn’t know you, as if you hadn’t spent your entire summer thinking about the way he dominated you and left you forever changed. As if his child wasn’t growing in your belly right now as a result of the reckless night you shared together almost four months ago. 

“My sister.” Nanami hesitated, a look of wariness on his face and you knew it was because he didn’t want you having anything to do with his frat brothers. If only he knew. “Sukuna this is (name), (name) this is Sukuna. I told you about him, we’re in the same fraternity together and both play for the school’s soccer team.” 

Sukuna licked his lips, fighting back a smile before unfolding his arms and sticking his huge hand towards you. “Nice to meet you.” 

Oh my god, you were going to combust. You had to shake his hand, lest Nanami became suspicious but you were too busy staring into his eyes like he painted the damn sky, your breath hitched and panties absolutely starting to soak. You blamed your heightened attraction to him on the pregnancy. Not that you were a whipped whore who got off to the thought of him breeding you more times than you cared to remember, and craved for him to do it again. 

“Class is starting.” Nanami frowns at you then Sukuna before turning to the professor that was lecturing students about her expectations of them. 

Sukuna lowered his hand but the smirk on his face never faded. He shot you a wink before turning to face the front of the class, leaving you a mess of blushes and trembling legs. 

About forty minutes into the lecture, you couldn’t hold the vomit in anymore. You didn’t even have time to grab your stuff before you were bolting upright and sprinting out the room, your hand pressed against your mouth in an attempt to keep it in until you reached the bathroom. The universe was on your side because there had been one right around the corner and you apologetically pushed past a dark haired girl, bursting into a stall before falling over the toilet and hurling up the puke that had been antagonizing you for the past hour. You couldn’t hear her cursing you out over the sound of your stomach emptying. 

You hadn’t really eaten much so you were mostly left dry heaving after a few seconds, sweat beading on your forehead and your entire body shaking. You didn’t know how long you were in there but when the dizziness finally passed, you weakly stood and flushed the toilet. 

Looking at yourself in the mirror was hard. You hadn’t done your makeup so you had dark spots under your eyes, your skin absent of any warmth and your hair a mess. Everything about this sucked and you couldn’t help but admire the strength of all the mothers out there. You felt like you were on your death bed, moving your shaky hands to fix your hair until it was decent enough for you to walk out the bathroom with some kind of confidence. 

Only you immediately paused as you saw Sukuna standing across the hall, leaned against the wall with your bag in his hand and his own thrown over his shoulder, glasses still pushed atop his head and the sight had you instantly panicking. You couldn’t just run away, he had your shit. 

Then he was looking up, holding your bag out to you and grinning like he checkmated you, and now you would be forced to acknowledge him. Your fingers digging into your palms hard enough to leave a mark but you could hardly feel it as your brain had reprogrammed itself to ignore anything that wasn’t him. 

“Avoding me?” He pushed himself off the wall and moved to stand in front you as you slowly moved out of the bathroom entrance and stepped into the hallway. “You sick or some shit?” He handed you your bag back, explaining that he put the stuff you left in there. 

Yes and it’s your fault you fucking prick. Is what you wanted to say but instead you took the bag and mumbled a “thanks” before hooking it around your shoulder. You ignored his second comment, knowing you couldn't really answer that question without sending him running the opposite way. Far away from you and any responsibility toward your group project. 

“I’m perfectly fine.” A lie. “Where’s Nanami?” 

He frowned before reaching a hand toward your face and tucking a loose strand behind your ear, watching as you took in a sharp breath. He let his hand trace your jaw before his thumb rubbed over your lip and you were overwhelmed with the urge to grab his hand and move it to where you actually needed him to touch you. What was it about this man that left you so dense? Your body had never reacted like this before, not even to your ex boyfriend who you’d been with for two years.

Sukuna was some kind of sex demon that left you slutted out and craving for more. You didn’t even care that people passing by were looking, and he obviously didn't either as he let his hand fall, grazing the crest between your breasts and then your stomach. 

You quickly stepped back at that, not wanting him to get so close to the truth without having told him yourself. HIs face was neutral, he didn't look like he suspected anything but you could never be too sure. 

“He had another class to get to, said he’d reach out later. Wanna answer my question now?” 

You didn’t but the man was persistent and you were entirely too weak for him. Sukuna was not the boyfriend type and if the rumors around campus were true, he never fucked the same person twice so you would be wasting your time indulging in his antics. 

“I’m not avoiding you.”

“Mmm, yeah? Prove it.” His eyes trailed lazily over your face and you suddenly regretted not doing your makeup today, too lost to your mind to function properly. 

“Sukuna..” You pouted at his twitching lips that you stopped yourself from leaning forward and kissing. “Don’t you have like fifty other girls lined up to fuck? I’m not interested.” 

He laughed at that but it was low and full of lust, and the vibrations it sent through your body had your pussy clinching against nothing but hopes and dreams. You were confused at the fact that he was even talking to you right now. It went against everything you’d been told about him. 

“Who said I wanted to fuck you? Maybe I just wanna be friends with you, who knows? I guess you’ll find out when you stop by the house for our party tonight.” 

He started walking away before looking over his shoulder one last time. “Wear that little attitude again too. Was cute watching it disappear last time.”

Later that night while you were sprawled against your bed, panting into the pillow as you’d just got done throwing up again, Sukuna was laughing to himself at the party. You hadn’t shown, just like he thought you wouldn’t, because you were avoiding him, just as he said you were. 

He shouldn’t have cared but he did, which is why he was able to convince a very drunk Yuki who was clinging to Choso like a koala, to tell him how to get to your dorm. She grilled him at first, clearly protective of you but a little convincing from his emo friend and she was singing. 

Sukuna typically didn’t care to fuck the same woman twice, telling himself that shit was for loser that couldn’t pull more than one girl but that urge he had for you hadn’t been tamed over his very long break and he needed to be inside of you. If only to get your nagging presence out his head. He told himself he’d never talk to you again after this, one more fuck and he’d be satisfied enough to move onto the next woman. You weren’t special, just a nuisance, an itch that needed to be scratched and that’s why he was standing outside of your room right now. 

The knock that came at your door had you groaning into your pillow before looking at your phone that read 11:53 pm and sighing in annoyance. Yuki must have forgotten her key because no one else would be at your door at this time, unless the numerous texts to Nanami that you were fine hadn’t been enough and he decided to harass you in person for answers. 

“I’m coming!” You yelled when the person knocked again, a little louder this time. You banged your head against your pillow before standing, pulling down your rising strawberry spaghetti strap shirt and turning on the lamp by your bed. It had been pitch black as you nursed a headache you developed from the sheer force of the last vomit session you had two hours ago.

Once you got to the door, you looked through the hole and immediately threw your back to it. What in the fuck was he doing here? OH MY GOD, why wouldn’t he leave you alone? Your heart was pounding in your ears as you listened to him chuckle and talk from the other side while you actively fought the urge to shrivel up and die. 

“C’mon sweetheart, I know you’re in there. You flicking it or something?” And you were definitely going to die, not murderously but from the pure embarrassment you felt that he knew you were hiding from him, and oh- how the fuck did he find your room or even manage to get in the building? 

“You scared of me?” 

You finally snap and unlock the door, pulling it open roughly as he smiles at you. “There she is.” and you hate how quickly your pulse jumps, how your body instantly reacts to his teasing and most of all, that you had never wanted him to fuck you more. 

He was dressed in black jeans, a white shirt and a black leather jacket with his hat on backwards. It was such a simple outfit but it had your pussy throbbing, his cologne hitting you in waves that had you instantly lusting. 

“What do you want, Sukuna? I already told you-”

“You’re not interested. I heard you, but I don’t believe that. Not when you were looking at me in class like you wanted to climb me right there. I fuck you too hard last time or what?” 

The question left you stunned at his straightforwardness, his eyebrow arched as he waited for you to answer. This man was dead serious and so full of himself, he was going to be the death of you. 

“You’re insane.” You huff and move over to let him in. 

“And you look beautiful.” 

You laugh at that, genuinely laugh because you know you look a hot mess right now. Your hair was left to its own devices after your shower, your eyes were dark from the lack of sleep and you were wearing old pajamas that barely fit you, shorts rising up your ass even after you yank them back down. You were sure to keep your arms folded in front of you, in case he decided to stare too hard at your stomach. You shouldn’t have let him in.

“You think flirting with me is gonna work?” 

He steps all the way inside and closes the door, only about 5 inches off from being as tall as it is. You swallowed hard, trying to forget how it felt having his body between your legs, long fingers stretching you open after a year of not getting fucked. 

“Don’t have to work that hard anymore, I already slept with you.” 

And the cocky bastard grins while your ears practically catch fire, moving closer until he was towering over you and grabbing your waist in his hands. You didn’t stop him as he pulled you closer and rubbed circles against your hips, though he was entirely too close to your stomach. No, you were too busy staring at the man as if he were the creator himself, eyes wide and glossy as you lost yourself in his red ones. 

“You bast-hmmm” 

Sukuna doesn’t let you finish, smashing his lips against yours and it’s somehow even more aggressive than it was the first time, teeth and tongue colliding as he squeezes your waist and easily lifts you. Your legs wrap around his waist as if that were home and your arms moved to his neck, hand ripping his hat off and playing with his hair. 

“I need you, give me more.” And the desperation in his voice has you moaning and throwing your head back while he licked and sucked on your pulse, hands moving to hold your ass as he walked you to the bed that smelled most like you. 

You were surprised at the gentleness he showed while laying you down, because Sukuna was anything but sweet last time. He had fucked you like a god but he was taking his time now, peppering your face with soft kisses before he was sitting up and shrugging his jacket and shoes off. 

When you went to sit up and help, he pushed you back down by the shoulder. “Tsk tsk, we have all night for that. I didn’t get to taste you last time and I’ve been thinking about how sweet you probably are all fucking summer. Don’t move until I tell you to, mkay?” 

And of course, you were nodding your head like a dumbass and watching as he removed his shirt like your life depended on it. You barely fucking blinked, eyes burning and Sukuna chuckled, “Good girl.”

Once he was left in nothing but his boxers, he grabbed onto the waistband of your shorts and pulled them and your panties off, throwing them on the floor behind him before crawling over you again. His huge body hovering over yours as he kisses you softly, licking and biting your bottom lip before kissing his way down your neck, your hand on his head encouraging him.  

Sukuna stopped at your covered breasts, kissing at each of them and promising he would give them attention later. The comment alone had your juices trickling down your thighs and he hadn’t even fucked you yet. You only realized what he was doing once he kissed your stomach and his entire body froze. Your heart was basically in your ass at this point, looking down at him as he stared up at you with a frown. 

“What?” You moved to sit up, an excuse already on the tip of your tongue before he pushed you back, blinking himself out of his stupor. 

“Fuck- sorry, I spaced out, s’nothing. Where were we?” 

You didn’t have time to grill him because he was lowering his face between your legs, eyes locked on you the entire time. You audibly gasped when he lifted each of your thighs and placed them on his shoulders. 

“Fucking starving, pretty. Can I eat you, please?” 

You nodded your head so fast you felt dizzy, choking out a “P-please!” and this man was such a beast that he didn’t give himself any buildup, immediately put his lips over your pussy and slurped hard, mouth wide open as he drank all the juices you’d been dripping for him.

“Oh-fuck, y-yess Ryo, just like that.” You cried out, completely clueless as to why everytime this man was on you, you were calling him by his first name. He didn’t seem bothered by it, humming against your sweet sweet cunt before licking a long stripe and focusing on your clit. 

He was sucking and moving his head in circles, tongue pressed flat against the nub and he was literally trying to smother himself against your pussy, holding your waist and pulling you tight against him as he consumed you whole. You’d think your juices were actually filling him up.

“ S’good” he mumbled but you had no idea what he was saying with his face buried between your thighs.

Your moans were something out of a porno as you reached down and threaded your fingers into his pink locs, pulling and riding his face. He was flicking his tongue so good, up and down, side to side, spelling his name and letting it slide into your hole, moving it in and out. He was a pro pussy eater and after only a minute of the motion, your stomach was squeezing and pussy contracting, oozing juices into his mouth and his eyes were rolling back as he groaned in encouragement.

“I’m- c-cumingggg Ryo, uhhhh, oh my g-god.” Your nipples harden as your orgasm ripples through you, feeling every wave of pleasure make your body buzz with excitement, your mouth going dry as you lifted one hand to pinch your nipples, the other still in his hair.   

He kept eating you until your legs fell from his shoulders, your hand loosening from his hair and you were breathing hard trying to recover from the mind numbing orgasm you’d just experienced. 

“Can’t wait baby, need you now.”

He shifted to push his boxers down just enough to free his cock, laying back over you and spreading your legs as he settled his long body between them. He started rubbing his hard length between your pussy lips, covering his tip in your juices before slowly pushing forward. 

You were squeezing him so tightly that all Sukuna could do was close his eyes and groan loud, pushing forward in one thrust to bottom out. You cried out as the bed knocked into the wall, and he couldn’t wait for you to adjust, needed you too badly. 

He was pounding into you so deep, fucking you silly as you cried out his name and begged him to slow down while at the same time wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him closer. He laughed and lowered his head to capture your lips, his tongue dancing with yours and your spit tasted so good it was driving him crazy, making him somehow harder than he already was.

“Mmm, you're even wetter than before. Tighter too. You been saving yourself for me, baby? Missed this pretty lil pussy s’much.” His eyes were on yours, waiting for an answer as he fucked into you faster, mouth dropped open and sweat dripping down his forehead. 

The stare was too intense and made you squirm. Despite how hard he was pounding into you, his eyes were surprisingly soft and it made you feel bad for hiding the truth from him. You tried to close your eyes but he lightly slapped at your face, enough to sting but not actually hurt and your eyes snapped open, upset with yourself for liking it. What was your problem? You would have screamed at anyone else for even thinking to do something so vile, but with him it made your pussy clench harder around his dick. 

“Fucking look at me when I’m talking to you, slut. Answer me.” 

And you were closing your eyes again, crying out when he put his hands around your neck. Again, he was being uncharacteristically soft with you, barely squeezing and rubbing where his fingers dug into you. “I can’t!”

“Just try a little harder.” 

Your eyes opened, even though your vision was slightly blurry from the tears pooling in your eyes, his face screamed that he was high on your pussy. Eyebrows furrowed, mouth slightly open, veins in his neck and forehead showing themselves from how hard he was fucking into you and his eyes were only halfway open. 

“Come baby, tell me. Please.” The Ryomen Sukuna asking nicely? Hell must have frozen over and you must have been an idiot because you were whimpering out, “Im-, i-m.”

And he was grabbing your chin, pressing his forehead against yours as he kissed you roughly and pulled back again. “Fuck- I already know but I need to hear you say it. Fucking say it, baby. I’m so close-” His hips were stuttering as he fought back his orgasm.

“W-what?” You knew there was no way he knew but your blood still turned cold at the thought. Before he could respond you were gasping and throwing your head back as your second orgasm stole your vision, shirt rising so far up your stomach was left exposed, rubbing against his body and Sukuna was so close he couldn’t breathe.

Before you could stop yourself you screamed out, “I’m pregnant! Ngghh, oh god I’m fucking pregnant!” 

He groaned loud and fucked you as deep as he could. “Fuck yeah you are.” and Sukuna was shooting the biggest fucking load into you, so heavy that it was instantly leaking out of your creamy pussy and dripping onto the sheets below you. He didn’t care, he kept slamming into you as his vision went momentarily white, lightning bolts going off behind his eyes.

“S-Shit, that feels so fucking good.” He dropped his head to your neck, slowly thrusting into you, pumping out the last few drops of his high in small snaps of hips.

When he was thoroughly spent, he pulled out of you and fell to the bed next to you, his huge frame taking up most of the room and forcing your body to push against his. The only sound in the room was heaving breathing and the distant bass of music the person a few rooms down from yours was playing. You’re staring up at the ceiling in awkward silence, heart still hammering when you say the words. Out of all the ways you thought to tell him, that wasn’t one of them.

“I shouldn’t have said that.”

Sukuna pushes onto his elbow and glares down at you, pink hair sticking to his forehead from the sweat. You shrink from his look but never break contact, biting your lip awkwardly. 

“Yeah no, you definitely should have.” 

Was that betrayal you heard in his voice? You ran a hand down your face and looked away from him because if you didn’t you’d for sure start crying and make him more uncomfortable than he probably already was. Why wasn’t he already out of the door anyways? 

“It’s fine.” 

He was grabbing your chin roughly and forcing you to look at him, anger blazing in his red eyes. Your anxiety kicked into full gear as your bottom lip trembled. 

“The fuck is that supposed to mean?” He basically growled before loosening his grip but never letting go. He was fucking pissed and obviously struggling to control himself. If the eyes didn’t give it away then his elevated breathing did and you felt so guilty, so fucking guilty at your next words. 

“It means I don’t need anything from you, don’t expect anything either.” 

He stares at you for a minute before scoffing in disgust, letting your face go so he could pull his boxers back up and sit up fully, the bed shifting under his weight. 

“How long have you known? Is it even mine?”

You gasped in rage, sitting up and pushing at his chest before standing and finding your clothes. You were fuming as you pulled your panties and shorts back up, glaring at the man as if you were willing his head to explode from looks alone. 

“Of course it’s yours, you fucking idiot! What do you think, I’m just letting a bunch of random men cum inside of me? Fuck you dude!” You were ripping that stupid shirt back down your stomach, furious that it wouldn’t stay fucking put. 

“I didn’t fucking say that!” He jumped off the bed, equally as pissed as he put his clothes back on. “I haven’t seen you in months, what the fuck am I supposed to think? How far along are you? I thought you were on birth control!” 

“Well it obviously failed, moron!” Your arms shake at your side and you wanted to hit him for doing this to you, making you so fucking stupid you forgot to tell him to put a condom on. You pushed at his chest when he moved closer to you, bending to pick up his hat before throwing it at him. 

“Get the fuck out Ryomen, I don’t want anything to do with you.” 

You gave him your back as your shoulders shook, trying and failing to hold in the tears but never making a sound, you wouldn’t give him that. Fuck that guy. 

“Shit.” You heard him whisper behind you before you felt his hand on your shoulder, attempting to turn you around but you wouldn’t budge, so he moved around you, standing in front of you and lifting your chin so he could look in your eyes. 

Tears spilled as your head was tilted back far enough to meet his gaze and you could tell he was still angry, not explosive yet but getting there.

“Please.. If it’s mine then I deserve to know, can’t fucking keep that from me. That’s fucked.”

And he was right, of course he was. You nodded your head, attempting to push down the rage that was still burning inside of you. You weren’t a little girl, you could talk to him like an adult.

“I’m fourteen weeks, I only found out yesterday. I’m, s-so ss-sorry.” You cried out, body shaking as you sobbed and put your hands over your face. Guilt coursed through your veins, you felt it deep in your bones even if you weren’t the only partly responsible. You thought the birth control would work, you didn’t know-

“Ok.” He stepped back and ran his hair through his hair. “Alright, ok. What’s the plan?” 

You lowered your hand and sniffled, shock written all over your face because what did that even mean? Why the fuck was he even still here? 

“What?” 

He glared at you as if the question was easy enough to understand. “Are you keeping it, or..” 

You froze. I mean, you hadn’t really made up your mind yet, hadn't given yourself time to think it over as you really didn’t want to acknowledge the thing growing inside of you and you only just found out. 

“I-I don’t know. I mean, you’re a fratboy and we’re in college-”

“And?” He cut you off, clearly offended at you mentioning his involvement in a fraternity. What were you supposed to think? He had a reputation and sure as fuck lived up to it. 

“And this doesn’t seem like the kind of things guys like you want.”

His expression hardened, his own hands balled at his side as he stepped closer to you. “Guys like me?” 

You regret the words but before you can take it back he keeps going, grabbing your arm and pulling you closer. “You think I’m some deadbeat loser who’d disappear the second you said you were pregnant? Because I’m in a fucking fraternity?!”

“I don’t know, I don’t fucking know you dude!” 

Sukuna lets you go and laughs against his hand, the other on his hip as he starts to pace. His face was flushed and you hated that he was attractive even when he was angry.

“Ok.. alright. Jesus Christ!" 

You stood there and let him have his meltdown, remembering exactly how you reacted when you found out and feeling empathetic. It took a few minutes before he was calm enough to start talking again and you were grateful because the silence hurt more than anything. 

“We should probably exchange numbers right? So you can let me know what you wanna do or whatever. Fuck, I don’t know, I’m sorry.”

You frown and cover yourself with your arms, basically hugging your own body and looking around the room. “I don’t think that’s-”

He looks you dead in your face and laughs at you, and you’re filled with the urge to hit him but before you can ask what could possibly be so funny, he speaks. “Do you hear yourself, woman? You’re carrying my child but acting like I’m crossing some kind of line by asking for your damn number.” 

“I guess that was kind of silly.” You frown and go to grab your phone from the nightstand, unlocking it and handing it to him. You watched anxiously as he typed in his number and sent himself a text, afraid of what would happen after tonight. Though you were slightly relieved that you weren’t carrying this alone, that the burden was now partially his. 

“I have to go but I'll be back, yeah?” He lifted his hand toward your stomach before thinking better of it and letting it fall back to his side. 

You nodded even though your eyes slightly widened, stomach dropping at the thought of him abandoning you forever but what were you supposed to do? If he decided to never show his face again then you’d have your answer and schedule that appointment-

“Don’t look like that. I gotta go back to the house, one of those drunk idiots probably set something on fire by now. Shit falls apart if I'm not there, ya know?” He grabs your hand and squeezes it lightly before letting go. 

A small laugh escapes before you can stop it, and he smirks at that, head titled when he says “There she is.” and hearts explode in your eyes. You sigh when he leans forehead and kisses your head, lingering a few seconds before pulling away.

“I’ll check on you after practice tomorrow, alright?” 

“You don’t have to-”

“I know.” His thumb brushes against your lip and he’s smiling but you can tell how nervous he is. “Gonna do it anyway. Get some rest and don’t try to avoid me again. Pretty sure we’re past that now.”

One week later..

you: i’m keeping it.. 

sukuna: i know

ch. 3

note: baby daddy sukuna loading.. as always your feedback is appreciated :')

how i imagine fratkuna

Sukuna could just go up to you, snatch you away from the man who looked like he couldn't possibly handle everything you were throwing his way and fuck you until the sun rose. Did he really want to involve himself with his friend's sister though? You were hot, sure, but it was nearly his last year of college and he'd rather not ruin that by losing a friend he basically considered his brother. 

He had a terrible reputation of one night stands and ghosting. Gojo was drunk but he was right: Nanami would kill Sukuna if he treated you like a common whore. So he wouldn't. He'd woo you, tell you what you wanted to hear, make you feel like no other woman existed. He might even fuck you two times, which is more than he'd ever give any other woman.

Mind made up, Sukuna tosses back the rest of his drink before throwing it at the head of a random pledge and starts moving toward you. Only before he can actually reach you, some guy walked up to you and pulled you away. 

Fuck. Sukuna can feel his anger flaring, always too quick to ‘crash out’ as Gojo puts it. But the night was still young so he would just have to try again later. 

Later came at almost two in the morning and didn't pan out quite like he imagined. The party was dying down, men and women alike were passed out in the lawn with their faces covered in sharpie drawings, red cups were everywhere and Sukuna’s head felt like it was splitting in half. Needless to say, he was in a shit mood.

Even Satoru “never take life too serious” Gojo, looked like his patience had ran out as he kicked at people on the ground, yelling at them to ‘get the fuck up and get the fuck out’. Sukuna however, was past words, simply glaring at people with his hat backwards and arms crossed at his chest until they got the hint and scattered away. 

He was pulling a new pledge up and away from the woman he was attempting to fuck on the living room couch and shoving him by his neck toward the back door. The sophomore understood immediately, grabbing a garbage bag and picking up cups and empty beer cans, mumbling about how he wasn’t a fucking new recruit but not too loud unless Sukuna heard him. 

Sukuna only remembered he was supposed to be finding you when he bumped into a pissy drunk Nanami, knocked out by the pool with his legs hanging in the water and vomit next to his head. The blonde was hardly a drinker, so whenever he decided to indulge a bit, it was like keeping a toddler from offing themselves. Sukuna thought to just leave him there, maybe teach him a lesson about drinking more than he could handle.

 But you would more than likely hate him if your brother accidentally drowned on his watch, and then he wouldn't be able to sleep with you. So begrudgingly, he hooked his arms under Nanami’s and pulled him until he was far enough from the pool, dropping him in the grass. 

His patience was beyond worn thin once the house was cleared of non frat members and when he went back inside in hopes of finally laying down, he was fuming at the sight of some random bitch chugging water from his personal hydro flask, fridge wide open while they basically stood inside of it. 

“Oi! The fuck are you doing touching my shit?” He was seeing red, not even realizing the person he was talking to was you until he was roughly turning you by the shoulder. 

Your eyes were wide and apologetic, hands scrambling to put the top back on it while you mumbled apologies, water dripping down the side of your mouth. “Sorry! I didn't know-”

He glared and crossed his arms, attempting to swallow his rage when he realized this night could end on a good note..

 “Hmm, you just drink from random water bottles? Shit could be laced y’know. Be more careful.” He relished in how you squirmed under his intense gaze but never took your eyes off of his, even if it annoyed him that you clearly lacked survival instincts. He wanted to lick the frown off your mouth.

“Calm down dude, it’s just water! Who are you anyways?” You pushed his leaning body away, disgust twisting in your features. Sukuna was beyond amused though, caging you against the fridge as he put both hands on the side of your head and leaned over you. 

“Ryomen-”

“Sukuna?” You finished, eyes wide in surprise that you hadn't noticed him before. The uncommon pink hair, face tattoos, lip piercing, the looming height. 

Sukuna raised a brow, smug grin on his face. “In the flesh. I know you from somewhere, beautiful? Don’t think I'd forget a face like yours.”

You chuckled, the confidence he saw in you earlier finally crawling to the surface as you stood a little taller, lifting your head to look at him better. You put your hand against his lower stomach and attempted to push him away but Sukuna didn’t budge, though the attempt was cute.

“Hmm, is that why you spent half the night staring at me from across the room like you were working up the nerve to say something to me?” 

Sukuna actually laughed at that, throwing his head back before looking back at you with a small smile. He hadn't realized that you’d been watching him as closely as he was watching you and that made him want you even more.

“I don’t work up nerve for shit.” 

You bit back a smile, a small giggle escaping and Sukuna’s chest clenched. Your eyes were hooded, your dress rising just a little and he was only a man. “Sure.”

“And if I was looking?”

“Then your game sucks since you never actually came over.” 

A low laugh rumbled from his chest. The fucking he was going to give you would be biblical. He would make sure you found difficulty in walking, convince you to stay the night and then fuck you again when you woke.

“You got a habit of insulting strangers in their own homes?”

He shouldn't have been surprised when you responded immediately, your mouth almost as reckless as his. Sukuna thinks he’s met his match when your hand moves from his naval to his chest, manicured nails scratching lightly. 

“Only the ones that yell at me over water.”

He squinted his eyes, moving one hand to squeeze your waist and pull you closer. “My water.”

“Your water.”

Neither of you moved or said anything. Just stared at each other as if in a silent battle. Sukuna’s thumb rubbing circles on your waist while your fingers were sprawled against his chest, biting your lips from the motion and doing a terrible fucking job at hiding the moan that instantly had him leaking precum. 

“Maybe I should leave before you charge me for the water.” You whisper with a shaky breath as he starts lowering his head. He could see the goosebumps on your exposed shoulders, his entire body buzzing with pure lust. 

“Or.. you could stay and make it up to me.” His lips were inches away from yours, breathing in the same air as you as he pulled your body flush against his. The pounding in his head was simmering, replaced by the pounding of his heart and the electric sparks flying between you two. The gravitational force pulling him closer and closer..

His lips were just above yours, hand moving from your waist to your chin, titling your head back. His lips nearly brushing against yours. 

“Is that a pickup line?” 

He hummed, letting his lips lightly touch yours. “Nah, just an invitation.” 

“And if I said no?” You asked as you snaked your hand behind his head, lightly scratching his nape and Sukuna was gone, patience snapped. 

He crashed his lips against yours, groaning and grinding against your body as you returned the kiss, arms tightening around his neck. His tongue danced with yours and he grabbed your hips and lifted you in the air, your legs immediately wrapping around his waist. You both traded spit, his teeth biting into your lower lip and cock pushing desperately into your clothed cunt. 

“Upstairs.” You panted when a random person whistled, pulling back for air but Sukuna was ravenous and captured your lips again before letting you down and pulling you toward the stairs, ignoring the many people staring and the warning headshake Gojo gave him. 

When you made it to his room, he slammed the door shut with his foot and pulled you into his embrace again. Kissing and licking at your neck, sucking hard to leave a reminder of tonight. Pride and possessiveness were terrible things and the way you were moaning in his ear only served to strengthen those emotions. 

Sukuna was completely feral, squeezing your breasts and rubbing his thumb over your nipples as he walked you backwards. He only pulled back when the back of your legs hit the mattress, gripping your chin and pulling you impossibly closer. 

“You sure about this? I’m not gentle.” His left hand moved to your ass, sliding under the dress and cupping and squeezing. Sukuna was far from a touchy person but your body was singing to him, begging to be touched and who was he to deny that?

“Mhmm, I’m a big girl. I’m sure I can handle it.” You batted your eyes at him, fingers toying with the waistband of his pants and brushing against the happy trail that disappeared into his boxers. Sukuna felt his entire face heat up but before you could notice, he was ripping your dress over your head and pushing you back on the bed. 

He towered over you, hand palming his hard cock over his pants, watching you wither on the bed beneath him. Your eyes were bright, glassy and full of need as you started running your hands over your body. Sukuna had no plans on making you wait, pulling his pants down and laying his body between your legs, grinding his covered cock into you. His lips attacked your neck before traveling down to your boobs, biting on the soft skin and licking over the spots to soothe the sting. He was sure to give each breast equally attention, leaving individual marks that were sure to bruise.

“No need for foreplay, my panties are thoroughly soaked.” You cried out as his fingers made contact with your clothed pussy. He smirked when he noticed you were being truthful. What a needy little slut Nanami’s sister was. He had been set on woo’ing you, not wanting to make you feel used and here you were, as big of a freak as he was. 

“All for me?” He huffed out a laugh against your neck before sucking hard enough to leave another reminder of tonight, fingers pushing your panties to the side and sinking into you. You were so warm and wet, gummy walls contracting around his fingers as he pushed them deep and curled. 

You were moaning and crying his name, singing beautiful lyrics of “ngghh sukuna, need you inside of me.” and, “oh fuck, how are your fingers so long?” and his favorite, “I love the way you touch me.” It made his head swell with smugness, and the sounds you were making? Sukuna thought it might ruin him, the heavy breathing and crude words coming from such sweet lips.

“Gonna fuck you real good, ya hear me? Need you to cum on my fingers first, don’t be shy baby.” His fingers pumped faster. Sukuna pressed his forehead against yours, watching your every expression to make sure he was hitting the right spots. 

“Oh! Oh god yes, Sukuna- fuck that feels- uuhhh, so good.” Your hands were gripping his shoulders, nails digging into his skin and the pain had his dick growing impossibly harder. 

“Come on sweetheart. You want me to make your little pussy cum, yeah? Fuck you’re so tight, gripping my fucking fingers like a virgin.”

He started rubbing his thumb against your clit, moving in circles and grinding his dick into the bed. Your body tensed, head thrown back as you squirted on his fingers, juices spraying his shirt and Sukuna was so gone. 

He placed a few kisses on your mouth, calling you a good girl before sitting back on his legs and pulling your panties down, lifting your body to unclasp your bra and pushing you back down. He quickly stood to pull his boxers down, his cock springing free and hitting his stomach. Pre cum was leaking from the red tip and the way you were eyeing him with blown pupils and literal drool falling from the corners of your mouth, made him want to shove his dick down your throat but he had to feel you around his cock or he just might die. 

“Wow. That’s- I don’t think-” 

Sukuna laughed at the uncertainty in your voice, yanking your legs open and sliding his body over yours, his cock pushing at your entrance. “What? Where’s that confidence from earlier, hmm? Don’t act shy now. I'll take good care of you, baby.” 

“You’re such a di- OH!” You cried as he slammed forward, almost bottoming out in one thrust and making your back arch off the bed, breasts pushing against his chest and Sukuna was going crazy. 

You were so fucking tight, gripping his cock like you were afraid it would slip out and he was instantly addicted. You were so warm, so wet and he knew he would fuck you again. He would fuck you until he satiated this need that consumed him whole. 

“Fuck, you’re taking my cock so well. Such a good little cock drunk slut.” He groaned embarrassingly loud but he was too dizzy with euphoria to reflect on it, too drunk on your pussy himself to have any kind of rational thoughts. He lifted your legs on his shoulders and his cock sank deeper, hitting that soft wall and pounding like a sex starved man. 

The room was filled with the sounds of your mixed moans, skin slapping together and your wet pussy sloshing and squelching as Sukuna slammed into you without mercy. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a heated kiss, his tongue fighting with yours before he pulled back and spit into your parted lips as you moaned his name.

You didn’t miss a beat, swallowing his spit and moving your hips to fuck yourself against him. Sukuna thought he might be in love. “Harder! M’gonna cum again, please-”

You yelped as he flipped you, placing you on all fours before slamming back in. Only then did he realize he never put a fucking condom on but it was too late, he was already sliding back into you, head thrown back at the sensation of your raw pussy. He fucking hated condoms anyways.

“Yeah? Be careful what you ask for.” He gripped your hips with a brute force and started slamming into you with no warning. You yelled out and fell forward but he didn’t stop. He was pounding into you like you were nothing more than his own personal fleshlight, cock hitting all the right spots and stars were exploding behind your eyes. 

“Ooohh Ryo- haaa, gonna cum again. Don’t- ngghhh- don’t stop!” 

Sukuna couldn’t breathe, chest overwhelmingly tight with desire but he didn’t stop either. You felt too fucking good for that, so he ignored it and focused on the way his stomach was tightening everytime he dragged you back against his cock. His veins dragging against your squishy walls so good, he was reaching forward and pulling you up against his chest. 

“Get over here, pretty.” He pulled your face to his and smashed his lips against yours, one hand holding onto your hip to keep you upright while the other worked against your dripping pussy. Pinching and rubbing at your clit with a speed that had tears leaking from your eyes as you started clenching around him. 

Sukuna didn’t stop, moving his head to your neck and he fucked you faster, each thrust taking him deeper as his balls started tightening. 

“Are you on birth control?” He asked even though he had decided long ago that he was gonna stuff you full of his cum and deal with the consequences later. He had never been this irresponsible but this is the man you had reduced him to. 

“Yes! I’m so close, Ryo-” You were moaning like a pornstar and he almost came at the sound of his nickname leaving your lips. A name he typically only allowed family to call him but he wasn’t about to correct you while he was balls deep inside of you. 

“Give it to me baby. Fuck I’m gonna fill you, yeah? You want that?” 

Sweat covered his body and pink strands stuck to his forehead, his red eyes blazing from the feeling of his impending orgasm.

He rubbed at your clit faster and bit down on your neck, a few seconds away from cumming when you squeezed his cock in beats, orgasm taking you under and pulling him with you. 

You were shaking and crying out his name and Sukuna was shooting a massive load into you, pushing deep to make sure not one drop escaped. The groan he gave was guttural, his balls pulsing as he pumped you full, white cum painting your walls so fucking good. 

“Fuck. That’s it, t-take my fucking cum like a good girl. Filling you so much baby-” 

Sukuna didn’t know what was happening to his body but before he could catch his breath, his hips were snapping into you as you both fell forward, his hands holding your hips as he grinded deep into you, shooting an even bigger load into you as you writhed beneath him and he groaned loud and long. 

He fucked you into the mattress as he rode out his second orgasm, mouth dropped open, hips twitching until he was left a panting mess above you. He pushed into you a few times, riding out his high and making certain his cum stayed where it belonged before kissing your shoulder and rolling onto the bed beside you. 

He was so blissed out he didn’t even question it as he pulled your body into his, hardly giving himself time to breathe before he was wrapping his arms around you and tucking his face in your neck. 

Sukuna had never slept as well as he did that night and to say he was disappointed to find you gone in the morning, would be an understatement.

He had no idea that he would be seeing a whole lot more of you in the very near future.

ch. 2

note: guys I promise the next chapters will be longer! but lemme know what you think, comments are always appreciated! <3

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