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you scoot closer to him so your knee is touching his side and you can flatten your hand on his collarbone. you watch as his breath hitches at your touch, his eyes staying on your face and not dropping to the tiny piece of fabric between your thighs or your chest.

“i wanna know more about you,” you say, lifting up his black lenses sunglasses off his nose bridge just to check he’s looking at you. he is. two shiny rubies glittering. then you drop the glasses back onto his nose.

you feel his whole body hum, “can say the same about you.”

bakugou is brave when he places a hand on your bare thigh. your eyes widen just a smidge before biting down on your lip. fuck, it is way too early to feel this much sexual tension. you want to drag him into the hideaway and push him down onto the mattress.

politely, you take your hand off his collarbone and his hand off your thigh. “sorry, i can’t think straight with the touching,” you blink a few times like you’re clearing your head, adjusting your posture and stretching your fingers, “i’m serious. i wanna know about your family, your friends on the outside. what’s your usual morning routine… what’s the day in the life with katsuki. what about your last name?”

apparently, you don’t need to have him touch you to feel aroused, his smile can do it for you. the corners of his lips reach up, revealing bright white straight teeth and a gold tooth on his canine. how’d be get that? why? you need to know everything. he adjusts the waistband of his black swim trunks.

“fuck, you’re adorable. one by one, yeah? and then you answer the same question.” his hands are back on his own chest, his fingers twitching with the urge to touch you. even the urge to look between your legs, your cute thighs and that tiny strip of fabric hiding nothing.

you nod, adjusting your hair because you want to look perfect in front of him even though he’s seen how you look when you wake up.

“i usually go to the gym every morning.”

your face scrunches. unimpressed, confused, icked out… katsuki doesn’t get it.

he frowns back at you, “what’s wrong with that?”

“every morning?”

“yeah, gotta stay ready for my work. part of my routine.”

you pout, looking away. you don’t mean to but you run the tip of your finger down the vein in his forearm.

“i need cuddles in the morning if i’m waking up beside my man. i’d hate waking up beside an empty spot all the time in a relationship.”

bakugou lets every word sink into his skin like the sunscreen he slapped on earlier.

“i’d adjust for my girlfriend.” in other words he’d adjust for you. “i’d probably wanna do a lil more than cuddle in the mornin’.” if i woke up beside you.

that gets you staring at his lips. pink and in a small smirk. he has to be an eater. you want to run your tongue along the scar on his cheek. feel his hands back on your body.

“that’s good to know, katsuki. really good to know.”

you’re trying to be serious but the giggles spill out of you faster than you can catch.

“is it too early to say i’ve never felt tension like this before? if we weren’t in here….,” you trail off, you know exactly what you want to say.

“no i get it. fuckin’ magnetic,” then he wipes under his nose. he’s eager for any piece of you you’re willing to give. if it’s a touch, a thought, a look. anything. “if we weren’t here what?”

he’s so naturally flirtatious. you don’t think he even means to be. he’s cutely bad at eye contact sometimes, like your presence overwhelms him. then other times, like when it’s just you and him, it feels you’re the only one in the villa, actually the whole planet.

you lean in closer to his face, nose to nose, “i’m not telling you yet.” then you’re back sitting up straight.

“fine, princess. what’s your morning like?”

“well, mr pro hero, i always wanna be in bed as long as possible. cuddles in bed, morning sex, breakfast in bed, some shitty tv. on the weekend at least.”

bakugou raises his eyebrows, “just the weekend? we can stretch that midweek too, i think.”

you’re trying to hide your smile, biting it down, “and then after i’m happy and fed, you can do whatever you do in the gym.”

“fucked and fed.”

you slap his arm, “katsuki!”

he grabs your hand in the air and shrugs his shoulders. then sweetest, he loops his fingers with yours, “‘m not wrong.”

it’s the demons that push you to ask your next question. you’re supposed to find out about his family, his background, there’s so many questions you can ask about his job.

“what’s your favourite position?”

you wish you were wearing sunglasses right now, so you can subtly stare at his abdomen and all the scars that run over it.

bakugou’s laugh is short and huffy, like he wasn’t expecting that question but he’ll entertain you with an answer.

“i hope you know that even though i’ve never had a girlfriend, it doesn’t mean i fuck around.”

ah yes. this gorgeous prohero has never been locked down. it’s a fact he said a few days ago at the firepit. you’re not sure whether to take it as a red flag or not.

you’ve got no reason to assume he’s lying to you yet so you nod.

“okay! now answer me.”

he squeezes your hand in his, now resting your hands on his stomach. katsuki’s really thinking about this question, scrunching his nose and then releasing.

“this isn’t a cop out, but i love missionary where i have my partner folded,” then he flickers his gaze over to you, “y’know. like her knees to her ears. get to see her face and go deep.”

fuck, fuck, fuck. fuck.

“that’s like equally romantic, equally dirty.” you’re so turned on you hope it isn’t obvious. has anyone gone to the hideaway during the day?

bakugou shrugs. he wonders how you’d sound moaning his name. “i like knowin’ for sure i’m makin’ them feel good. tell me yours.”

with your other hand, you can’t help it, you’re back to drawing shapes on his chest. his other hand is back on your thigh, “i like when the guy is sitting and i’m sitting on top of him. the lotus position? that one is insane.”

“you’re just like me. you love some eye contact and feelin’ it deep, huh?”

you’re smiling at him, “and we can kiss while i cockwarm you.”

you both never realise when you switch to making it personal. like you know someday in the future you both will be doing this.

“cockwarm?” he pushes his sunglasses up his nose. squeezes your thigh.

“if your dick was inside me but not moving or thrusting. thats cockwarming.”

bakugou stares at your lips when you talk, how they curl and go into o shapes.

“oh fuck,” he breathes, tapping your thigh with two fingers, “yeah, that’s sexy.”

“hm,” you mumble, adjusting to now lay slightly on top of him. you stretch your legs out beside his, your arm across his chest and your head just under his.

there’s a few seconds of silence, choosing what’s the best decision to take next that doesn’t include having sex with you somewhere.

“we gotta talk about somethin’ else before i drag you into that fuckin’ hideaway at god knows what time it is.” he grunts, pulling at his shorts and adjusting his body on the bed. katsuki pulls off his sunglasses to rub a palm down his face.

“okay, okay!” you perch your head on his chest and his hand drifts down to your lower back. “when did you move here? you grew up in japan, right?”

he leaves his glasses off now, “yeah i did, i moved here about five years ago? i live in the south now.”

“i live near there too! about an hour drive,” something in common. “so, you must know some japanese.”

he chuckles and you feel his body shake under you, “it’s my native language so i know pretty much everythin’, babe.”

katsuki’s fascinated at how easy this is with you. that apparently it just took him to go in a dating show to find a woman he wants to keep forever.

you sit up on his chest slightly, tits now in his face and lips so reachable. his cock aches just a little.

“say something.”

“what should i say?”

“anything.”

bakugou thinks for a seconds then grins. he says a sentence and you only recognise one word.

“matcha? did you say matcha?” you pout, “you sound so sexy.”

you didn’t think he could get sexier. his voice is deeper in japanese, heck, it’s husky and intimate.

“i did,” he says in english, “any guesses?”

“something about me with my matcha?”

“close. i said ‘you want head first, matcha second in the morning’.”

you burst into giggles at that, your forehead flopping onto his shoulder. bakugou feels his heart swell at making you laugh.

“you’re so stupid,” you grin, “i know how to say hello and thank you.”

nearly everybody knows how to say that in japanese but bakugou thinks you’re incredibly cute. especially because you look so proud at your knowledge.

“go on then.”

“konnichiwa ! and arigato !”

bakugou thinks he’s going to die. especially, when he doesn’t say a word and your smile slowly drops into confusion.

“was that wrong? did i pronounce those wrong?”

“no, no, no. you’re perfect, just real fuckin’ cute, baby.”

“okay, good. arigato katsuki!”

“no problem, princess. now tell me about your family. who do i have to look out for?”

Katsuki Bakugou was never the kind of guy to jerk off.

After he had gotten in a relationship with you in your second year of high school, his need for pleasure always happened to be you. He'd barge in and took what he want from you — with your consent, of course.

Then, once you two married three years after graduating, you two had sex a lot. Like a lot; nearly everyday.

He couldn't keep his hands off of you.

But tonight, you weren't at home. 'Stupid Pinky' had dragged you out to go clubbing with her tonight, not that he minded — you both knew you belonged to each other anyway.

Now, Katsuki was sitting on the couch uncomfortably, erection twitching through his black sweatpants as he tried to ignore the need. You left hours ago, but fuck, that short dress you were wearing had made him lose his mind the minute you walked out of your walk-in closet. The one he had custom-made for you.

"Stupid…" he growled to himself, adjusting his length through his pants, "am I fuckin' teenager or somethin'?" He could barely focus on the dumb, old pro-hero history documentary he had put on just to distract himself.

But every time he closed his eyes, he could only envision you. Your dumb face. Dumb smile.

Katsuki groaned once more and ran a hand through his hair, furrowing his eyebrows hard. "Khh- fuck- fuck this," he shot up from the couch, turning off the T.V. as quickly as possible, storming off to their bedroom. Curse his stupid wife for making him feel so horny without her there.

He pulled his pants down once he laid on his bed, getting comfortable on his back. He saw your shirt on your side of the bed and tensed up, he hurriedly grabbed it and brought it up to his nose. "Shit…" he groaned out in satisfaction, soaking in the scent of your musky shirt.

His hands shot to his throbbing cock, too needy to care about dry beating.

"Mm… F/N…" he let out a quiet groan, gripping his length, stroking it at a medium pace. He missed you, so damn much. Your tits looked absolutely perfect in that dress, the fuck-ass dress he bought you as a surprise.

The grip of his hand tightened, thoughts drifting to the sight of you under him the night before. He had a stressful patrol and just needed you under him. "Shittttt," Katsuki hissed, pushing his nose deeper into the shirt, sweaty palms soaking it a little.

"My perfect woman," his voice muffled by the shirt, "need- need you so fuckin' bad."

What he hadn't realised was that you had gotten home five minutes beforehand. You had quietly made your way home, leaving early from clubbing since you had a coffee date planned with Katsuki the next morning.

You slipped your heels off and placed them against the wall, making your way upstairs to the bedroom. What you had assumed was that Katsuki was already sleeping, since his Saturday bedtime was around 11pm; it was currently 1:34am.

However, there he was on your bed, sniffing the pyjama shirt that you had been wearing the night before, other hand fucking his fist. He was moaning pathetically, occasionally grunting out your name.

Your eyes widened at the sight; you had never seen him jerk off before and boy, was it incredible. Yeah, you could have said something. But it was too good not to watch for a little, so you did just that.

Katsuki was clueless to his wife watching.

His eyes were shut tight, hips pathetically thrusting in the air while imagining you. You being fucked by him. Your face as he ate you ate. Just you.

"G- Goddammit, F/N…" Katsuki choked out, throwing the shirt back to your side of the bed, using that spare hand to tightly grip the bedsheets. Your hands were placed gently against the doorframe, biting your lip as you tried not to make a sound.

But as soon as Katsuki had choked out your name loudly, you stepped through the door, face flushed with wide eyes, staring at him with need. "W- What the fuck!?" his voice cracked at the end of the sentence as you suddenly appeared.

Katsuki was suddenly feeling embarrassed.

Embarrassed he was caught.

Embarrassed he had been jerking off.

"D- Dammit, F/N!" he yelled defensively, covering himself with the blanket, whimpering as the material grazed his leaking tip. "When did- when did you get home?" he felt utterly pathetic.

You snorted, closing the door behind you gently, "about six minutes ago. Spent the last four watching you touch yourself," you answered honestly, smirking at him. "Don't stop on my account," you walked to the end of the bed, sitting crossed-legged in front of him.

Katsuki's eyes trailed down between your legs, damn soaked panties visible for him to see. "Fuck off," he muttered, "this was a Goddamn moment of weakness. Just- just fucking come here so I can pound your pussy for real."

You shook your head at his request though, resting the side of your face on your hand. "Didn't I just say 'don't stop', Katsuki?"

He gritted his teeth at your defiance but fuck, was it hot. "Fuck you…" he pulled the blanket away from his body, showing off his built, muscular body for you to see. "You better… better let me fuck you after this," he growled as his hands slowly trailed to his cock.

The both of you managed tense eye contact as Katsuki started to tug at his cock, thumb swiping the tip to spread his pre-cum. "Nhh… shit," he pant out.

Every touch and movement had suddenly felt ten times more sensitive with you watching.

Your eyes were boring holes through his as he started to jerk off again, you weren't even paying attention to his pathetic actions that you told him not to stop.

"Are- Are you gonn' watch?" he gritted, biting his bottom lip while his movements grew faster. "You fuckin' asked- asked for it, so watch."

You let out a gasp at his words; you finally looked down and holy shit — his cock was dark red and angry, pre-cum continuously dribbling out while he jerked off.

The image was permanently burned into your memory.

"Shit… what a fucking sight," you leaned forward to intensely stare at it now.

"What the- the fuck are you doing?" Katsuki let out a choked moan, feeling horrendously embarrassed - and turned on - by your intense watching.

"Watching my cock get jerked off," you replied.

The reply shot straight down to the base of his cock, squeezing it a bit harder this time. "Don't fuckin'- ohh- fuckin' say that, F/N," he begged pathetically.

He didn't know how much longer he could last anymore. He was turned on with you watching him that he felt like he was going to burst his load right then and there. You were truly the most gorgeous woman he had ever laid eyes on.

"You look so good, Katsuki," you muttered, licking your lips as his breathing hitched. "You're so generous for letting me watch you touch yourself like this. You miss me that much, hm?"

Katsuki's moans choked in his throat. "Don't- don't fuckin' say shit like that…" he begged, his vermillion eyes rolling back, "you're- you're insane." He had never felt so pathetic in his life, he was always the one that teased, not you. But shit, he was kind of enjoying it.

"Aww, c'mon, Katsuki. It seems to me you like being ordered around like that," you chuckled, scooching closer to him as your knees slotted between his legs. Katsuki's heart pounded as you practically forced his legs open a little more.

"Fuck- ugh- fuck off!" he shouted while his hands still moved, "I'm gonna- gonna make you fuckin' regret teasin' me like- oh shit- like this!"

You just shook your head and laughed, hands resting on either side of his knees. "Just keep fucking going, Katsuki. Be a good boy and jerk off for me." Pleasure shot all throughout his body at your demanding words, he never knew he could feel so brainless before.

Is this what you felt like when he would say stuff like that to you?

"I'm gonna cum…" he confessed, head tilting back, making his skin glow under the bedroom lights. "Shit- shit fuck, F/N-" However, you cut off his orgasm shot as your hand shot to his wrist.

"Nuh uh, Katsuki," you warned, tearing the hand away from his cock. Katsuki's eyes widened, throwing his head forward with a pissed-off expression. Usually he was the one who cut off orgasms, but you? That was simply unfair.

"What the fuck!" he snapped, tears welling in his eyes as you made him stop. Well, it wasn't like he couldn't easily get out of your grip, but he liked you being this controlling. "Why'd you damn stop? I was about to fuckin'…"

You cut him off with a laugh, making him feel pathetic and small.

"The only way you're gonna be cumming tonight is by begging for it."

Katsuki blinked mindlessly at your words — are you fucking kidding him? "Ex-fucking-cuse me??" he barked. He was pissed. "I don't fuckin' beg. Not even for a fuckin' orgasm. Are you jokin'?!" However, you just shrugged and moved his hand off his cock.

"Fine then. If you don't want to cum you could have just said so…" you suddenly moved away from between his legs which made him suddenly whine. That noise made you stop and really look at his face; he was flushed red with lust and embarrassment, a sight you rarely saw.

"I- fine. Whatever…" he felt utterly defeated, like putty in your hands. "Please, F/N, let me cum… I'll be- God fucking dammit- I'll be a real good fuckin' boy if you let me."

There it was.

You moved comfortably back between his legs and smirked. You were cruel. "Be a good boy then and cum for me," you permitted, "I'll let you." Before you could finish off your words, Katsuki's hands flew back to his cock, fisting it fast and desperately.

"Yesyesyesyes! So fuckin' good… ughhh," Katsuki let out a loud moan, head thrown back against the headboard as he chased his orgasm. After only a few movements, his body shook in overwhelming pleasure.

Cum squirted out all over his torso, dripping down his abs and sides as his hand squeezed the tip to let more of the liquid dribble out. After a couple minutes of catching his breath, Katsuki cursed silently, staring down at the mess he had made.

Despite the many years of intimacy the two of you have had, he had never felt so pathetic before.

"Fuck you…" he gritted quietly, feeling shy under your overbearing watch.

"Aren't you a sight for sore eyes?" you leaned forward to press a kiss on his lips momentarily, "was that okay? did it feel good?"

Katsuki clicked his tongue, refusing to make eye contact with you while reaching the tissue box, grabbing handfuls of tissues to wipe his chest. "I'm gonna fuckin' wipe the bed with your stupid, smirking face," he promised as he cleaned himself up.

You helped him out and grabbed a couple tissues too to wipe up his abs, "Yeah? You promise?"

"I'm gonna fuckin' clean myself in the bathroom. You better be naked on the bed by the time I get back, otherwise, I'll do fucking worse to you."

"Yes sir, Dynamight!"

Oh, were in for a long, sore night after that.

"so when did this happen?", choso murmured quietly, as he watched yuuji dab at megumi's shirt uselessly before he beamed at his brother again, "like a week ago!"

sukuna huffed as they watched, the patheic display, and megumi who nodded in agreement, "last saturday."

they were awestruck not at the idea that they were engaged, but more by the fact that yuuji was able to keep quiet about it for so long.

"is that why you were acting so weird?"

"weird?", yuuji whined, "i wasn't acting weird."

"you were", sukuna agreed.

yuuji spent the entire week, avoiding eye contact, then staring at them until they acknowledged him, only to continue staring wide-eyed before running off because he had nothing to say.

"so yea…weird."

"anywho!" yuuji waved his ahnds dramatically to change the topic," it was so nice."

he started on a rambling spree that was almost an hour long, maybe about ten minutes in reality but who knew for sure.

"and i turned at the fountain and there gumi was", he threw his hands up, "on one knee but i had the ring digging in my pocket so i also proposed!"

"congratulations."

"congrats."

"YAY," yuuji ignored the congrats entirely starting to fidget in his seat as megumi mouthed a quiet thank you, taking another sip from his cup.

"we are so excited and that's why we brought you here", yuuji continued as if he wasn't already talking for twenty minutes straight, "the wedding planner should be here soon."

"wedding planner?", sukuna tched, "when i'm here? i have plenty of expertise."

"in drawing…well thats more choso", megumi corrected, eyeing choso before looking at yuuji holding the cup up for him to his lips, "we want to incorporate that in our designs, and you only do tattoos."

"only do tattoos?", sukuna growled as he stood up so fast the couch defiently bounced, pointing at megumi, "i will show you only tattoo—"

choso couldn't even keep up with the conversation anymore, more stuck on the fact that megumi wanted his art at their wedding front and display for everyone and that he was even here for the preliminary wedding prep.

he didn't know why he felt that way, he just did. why this affected him so much.

it's yuuji. yuuji loves him and cherishes him.

but it didn't change the fact that he was different from his brothers. he had their mom's looks and they both looked identical, could pass for twins and he was like their distant relative that somehow wandered into photos.

they had explosive personalities, and he was just…bleh.

they loved him, he knew that but it still didn't stop the dull ache he felt when watched their interactions and how even his little brother's friends only drifted toward him when sukuna was too much.

but he couldn't dwell on it long, when a light knock and three doorbell rings interuppted the shpwdown sukuna was not willing to back down from.

"THAT MIGHT BE HER!"

the door swung open and sukuna saw…nothing?

until he looked down…down…down… and down some more, and there you were in your pink soft sweater, glasses and light smile, with a clipboard tucked underneath your arm.

"you're the wedding planner?"

"yes i am!, good afternoon."

"the fierce wedding planner?", sukuna continued again turning towards yuuji who waved you in from the living room as you brushed past.

"HIHIHI", yuuji squealed as he shook your arm diligently it might've been dislocated if megumi didn't step in, " i am so glad that you gave us a chance with your busy schedule."

"well actually you had been booked months in advance", you mused, rotating your already sore shoulder a bit before sitting in the onslot chair facing against the wall, "by mr fushiguro."

yuuji pursued his lips as he watched megumi look away, a light blush taking over before he tackled him in a hug, "oh meguuuumi!"

"well i should introduce myself," you started placing your board down and smoothing your hands down your pants, "i am—"

"the wedding planner."

you chuckled humorlessly, eyes cutting to sukuna with a smile, "well yes i am the wedding planner but i do have a name."

your eyes drifted to choso, who seemed to curl in with his arms crossed, observing the entire room, "hi, and you are?"

shocked he turned, feeling his cheeks flush with heat as he shook your hand, "ah—i'm choso."

"well lovely to meet…most of you."

"let's get started…unless there are anymore comments from the peanut gallery?"

sukuna tched as he crossed his arms and still looked at your devices you plopped out to start the meeting.

as much as yuuji was one for dramatics, he wasn't wrong about you.

you were amazing, you already had ideas lined up for the extravagant wedding he imagined and even dulling down some ideas when he went too far.

"i want jennifer lawernce at the wedding!"

"jennifer lawernce?" you looked up from where you were writing, "what is she going to do at the wedding?"

yuuji scrunched his brows from where he was pacing nodding along, "you're right! how about jennifer aniston?"

"what will jennifer aniston do?"

"right…right…"

"maybe jlo?" you concluded, turning your head at the man who gasped loudly, "you're right!"

"BOOK HER!"

"i highly doubt she would come through, so let's stick to something more in your range, okay?"

"oooo you're right!"

"she is good", sukuna finally concecded watching as you finally got yuuji to sit back down for the tenth time in the past hour, "she is giving me whiplash."

"well, she is the best on this side of the country.." megumi piped up from where he was crubbing dishes, "low budget weddings can look top dollar with her."

"well" you sighed already peeved from the last three hours you were deliberating with yuuji, "alrighty. that should be enough for now. i will get these designs looked over and have my assistant contact you."

you started to stack the papers, nodding at whatever babble yuuji was speeling at you now before he rushed off to tell megumi about your next appointment, leaving choso to see you off at the door.

"uh, have a good night." he murmured lightly.

you smiled at him softly, just as you passed throught the door, "thank you for having me."

he watched you descend a few steps before turning back around, "ah— that's reminds me i'd love to see your art!"

"m—my art?"

"yes! you were spoken very highly of! i'd love to see it at the next appointment…if you're there."

and of course, he was there.

even when he wasn't needed. if yuuji even mentioned that you would be stopping by, gracing the area with your soft smile and calming presence, choso had some excuse to make sure he was there.

whether it was floral arrangements he could careless about, discussing venues layouts or heloing choose the artwork for the reception haul, choso was there.

at first, he told himself it was becuase it's for yuuji. for his family. because he loved him.

then he convinced it was because he needed megumi's input to create beautiful, perfect pieces for their vision.

then he stopped trying to come up with excuses altogether.

because every time you smiled at him, every time you greeted him by name before anyone else, every time your eyes softened when you spoke to him, he found himself looking forward to the next meeting.

and maybe…maybe he thought you looked forward to them too.

though, there were three maybe four instances that, he really remembered that made him fall for you.

"wow…these are beautiful" you murmured your fingertips dusting lightly over the artwork that graced the table.

it was a simple charcoal drawing of intertwined flowers and vines that yuuji had immediately demanded be used somewhere in the wedding.

"you really made all of these?"

choso could feel his ears reddening, trying his hardest not to show you how effected he was, "yeah."

"amazing."

you took it upon yourself to flip through his portfolio, gasping lightly as you came across something else you admired, "the way you shade things makes them feel alive."

choso had his fabbers gasted. this wasn't unusual but usually unless they were looking for a specific piece of commission, people just overlooked his work for a few seconds with a 'that's pretty.'

but here you were, rocking his world again. making him feel seen for once outside of his family as you examined and asked him about each piece you observed.

you studied them like they mattered, as he mattered.

"so..." you continued, smiling lightly. "how much would you charge me if I wanted a portrait?"

"a potrait?"

"mhm of myself."

you stared at him and his growing blush for a secind before laughing softly, pushing off the table, " i'm just joking."

"for free."

you hummed looking back at him surpised, "huh?"

"i'd do it for free."

even at the dress fiittng for the suits weeks later, choso yearned for your presence that was like a calm belt in a hurricane.

it somehow ended up being more chaotic than every planning session combined. yuuji couldn't stad still and unfortunately kept getting pricked by the small pins they were landing for his suit extension, megumi was obviously overstimulated, and sukuna…was sukuna and argued with just about every tailor that came to help him. even aoi was giving issues because of how big he was.

but choso he quietly and quickly got his done, not needing much other than length to cover his long legs and the long stretch of his shoulders. as you looked at the finishing touches beign added to everyone, you stopped at choso ccontemplating.

"did you think of how you're going to do your hair?"

"ah—no not. ahem not yet."

"is your suit tight?"

"no, why?"

"looks like you're not breathing."

"ah—sorry."

"you don't have to apologize for everything" you stepped up on the platform lightly, close enough he got a beautiful whiff of your perfume.

he watched as your gaze landed on his hair, tossing you usual clipboard and binder on the couch as your hands reached up into his fluffy hair, "this okay?"

you continued after he nodded, pulling his hair ties free leaving his hair tumbling down over his face as you moved it around.

the room around his disappeared as he focused you the soft brush of your body on his front and the delicate way your hand smoved in his scalp.

and it felt so good.

and it stopped too soon when you oulled back fluffing the light strands you oulled down in front of his face, "just as i thought." your grinned, "so handsome."

then lastly by the time the rehearsal dinner came around, everyone was exhausted.

the wedding was impeding and the last minute details were being ironed over by you and yuuji who breathed down your neck.

well everyone but choso was stressed, he sat at the table in his ironically dimmer part as his pen sctrached against the napkin he had been toying with the entire dinner.

his eyes drifted again to where you just resided next to him, he's still seeing your soft pink sweater as he curved another line, a smile.

then the boxy frame of glasses, a familiar tilt of your head and that familiar clipboard.

you had just gotten up. he didn't realize he was drawing you until a ashaodw paused over his body and the napkin slipped up from under his pne.

"whatcha drawing?"

his entire body locked up as he turned watching your eyes drift around the napkin and soften completely, "oh wow."

the entire buzz of the resturant seemed to die down around the two of you as you blinked back at the man ," no one has ever drawn me before."

"it's just a sketch—"

"and it's beautiful."

hie eyes could only zero in on your smile, not your usual polite one but the big geninue one as you folded the napkin and placed it under your clip on the borad.

"thanks cho—"

"WE ARE GETTING MARRRRRRIED!!!!"

that seemed to snap everyone out of their daze as you turned to see a very drunk yuuji balancing on a chair as megumi tried and failed to get him to calm down.

"oh my god—yuuji no!"

and now, it's the big day. the wedding.

the last time choso will have a reasonable excuse to see you without making his feelings clear.

and honestly, he felt naked, his hair was down like you told him, his suit was blue instead of the usual black.

now he's at the front of the aisle waiting for both megumi and yuuji to walk down as everyone murmured in their seats.

"you should confess today" sukuna gruffed behind choso pulling at his tie and unbuttoning his shirt.

"what?"

"confess to the damn planner." he tched, "i see how you look at her."

"and how she looked at you."

"how do i look?!?!"

"smitten."

"w—wait and what do you mean how she looked—"

"sukuna." your voice cut in, your eyebrows furrowed as the little mic attached from your ear dangled in front of your face."stop unbuttoning your damn shirt."

"this is not a strip club it's your brother's wedding."

"well i don't like this fucking tie—agh", he choked as you tightened the long tie back on his neck.

"now shut up and wait until your brother and his husband are down the island. or my foot is up your ass." you sighed watching the man pull at his neckline again.

"ah—choso!", you curled on his side looking at his bright red face, "oh my gosh! see i told cindy it was too hot in here." you fidgeted for your fan , dropping it in front of his face as you tried to fan him.

"are you alright oh gosh—you're getting redder!"

you pressed the button on your ear, "telling whoever on the other side to hurry up and get the temperature a bit cooler as your clipboard fanned at choso still.

"are you sure you're feeling okay, cho?"

cho? he might convulse on the spot.

"i think it's because so many beautiful women surrounding him", aoi chimed in from behind sukuna.

you nodded processing the information as you switched off the fan, handing it your assistant, “ooooh i’m probably putting a lot of pressure on you aren’t i?”

“the day doesn’t have to be perfect don’t worry,” you brushed off his suit, “just do your best to call down so you’re not a tomato’s in the pics, k!”

then you were off, quickly down the aisle as you still gestured to the air conditioning for the few guests that did look like they were starting to feel a bit hot.

that’s what choso loved about you. wait..love…yes! love

you cared for everyone and everything, you even helped a little girl to the chocolate fountain before any of the food was ready, you teared up at the end of the isle when megumi got walked down then yuuji.

you took your own personal pic of them to save from how much you put in this wedding and how much they meant to you.

you even slipped the groomsmen on each side little yogurt packets before the ceremony started…and the list goes on.

you were so perfect.

so extraordinary, art in a personified form that it was intimidating.

maybe that’s why when he approached you, choso could still taste the whiskey he drank down to calm his nerves.

and maybe that’s why he had the courage to drag you to the unoccupied bathroom, and just stare at your face.

“choso?”

he still didn’t say anything. just staring at your face, eyes locking on your lips before you finally grasped at his cheeks pulling him to look at you.

“cho..? whats going on? you’ve been hot since this morning…are you sick?”

he grabbed your hand off feeling his forehead as he crowded you further, your back hitting the sink.

“i—i like you.”

your eye widened as his arms gripped the edge of the sink surrounding your body, “cho…you’re drunk.”

“im not druuuunk”, he whined shaking his head having a few more strands of hair fall in his face, “m not drunk! not that much of a lightweight.”

“so why are you doing this?”

“cause i love like you.”

“and i can’t do this any longer.”

“do what—”

you got cut off when his hand landed on your hip, his body coming up to yours as he dropped down and landed a quick kiss on your lips.

he pulled back just as fast, eyeing your shocked face, only to descend again slowly when your hands drifted to his long locks at the end of his neck.

you pulled at his hair, feeling him gasp into your neck shoving your toungue in his warm waiting mouth as he whimpered, his body closing in over you like a shield that didn’t want to disappear.

his hands slid over your curves as if you were glass, his tongue trying to keep you before letting you win and savage his mouth like a prize and unconsciously his hips brushed against yours.

“mmm cho.”

he didn’t even realize it but in the time he pressed you up against the sink that he was fucking humping you.

“oh—”, he gasped and felt his ears burn even hotter than they did before. “i didn’t know—”

but he can’t stop. not when feeling his cock rub against your warm body between the layers and he’s so close. the button of your pantsuit right in front of where he wants needs you most was his biggest obstacle and pleasure.

it was rubbing against him just right, in the perfect spot that left him feel you and get that bump he just do desperately needed.

“it’s alright cho” you cooed at him, feeling his big hands try to drag you in closer even with your body flush against him, “feels good right?”

his mouth long since moved from yours, your connected saliva drooling down the side of his face, it that he cared much about it as he mouthed at your neck.

his body let out a rapid shiver feeling your knee press against his bulge and he was so so close.

“ooo you liked that, huh?”

“so good cho…you were wishing for this.”

“feels so good cum for me, my sweet boy.”

and he did, his strong hands gripped at the looseness coming out of your shirt as he shook and felt a wet spot take place in his slacks, his louth huffing against your neck while your warm hands rubbed at his back.

“better now?”

choso hummed in response, pulling his neck out to give you a quick peck before flushing seeing the mess he caused in his wake.

well good thing it was dark blue.

“you didn’t…”

you smiled at him, running your hand down his chest to cup his bulge, “ ‘m okay cho don’t worry about me, okay?”

“but i want to—”

“choso?” a female voice came with banging on the door taking your attention away from each other to the sound.

“CHOSO!”

“i know you’re in thereeee” she purred, “don’t tell me you’re cheating on me!”

cheating?

“cheating?” you repeated backing up from the man, “oh my god. oh my god. you are fucking drunk!” you hissed completely separating yourself from him.

“i don’t have a girlfriend!”

“well whatever the fuck she is” you pointed at the door whispering, “she’s looking for you and this was unprofessional!”

“but i—”

“go, choso.”

“and yuki came at the door after?”

choso nodded a pretty pout taking over his lips, tapping at table with his pen.

sukuna barked a hefty laugh, pounding his chest as another coughing fit took over him from his disbelief.

“this is like a telenovela” he shook his head, his sharp smile taking over his face, “i don’t know how you do it.”

“it’s wasn’t me” choso whined as he dropped his pen back on the notepad where he unconsciously started to draw you again.

“well, it’s a good thing i scheduled her for grandpa’s party!”

both men froze as they watched yuuji munch on a popsicle.

“you’ve let me mope about this for two months and you didn’t tell me that?”

“im in my honeymoon period! DUHHH”

this could work out! yes choso—well not really, fucked up his one chance to make you his one chance to make you his.

maybe even properly profess his love to you but this was a second chance he could—

“but she wants all our meetings to happen at her office. no extra guests.”

well shit.

“find something out so i can fix this.”

and as he was know for yuuji pried and pried, and he got his results.

“just do something that will show her you appreciate her.”

“that you love her.”

so choso did what he does best, hands covered in paint as he opened the door to his studio.

“ah—yuuji, where is the—”

“here me out, please.”

you sighed dropping the iconic clipboard silently as you, walked through the threshold as chido held the door open wider.

“wait here..right—no right here.”

“does this have anything to do with your grandfather? i don’t have time—”

“we’re making the time right now” choso murmured as he fixed his setup.

and now you stood next to the man as he beamed waiting for you to pull at the tarp covering what seemed to be a large canvas.

“choso, what is this?”

“just—just look at it? please?”

sighing you handed your board to the man, before taking the long painted covered clothing and pull to reveal a portrait.

of you.

but not just a single portrait it was multiple of you, adding together in the timeline of when you were with him.

“choso…”

“it’s all the things i love about you.”

he set the things down, wrapping around to point at the different tiny yous on the canvas, “this was the day we checked out the sunflower venue and the butterfly landed on your nose.”

“this was the dark marble one megumi loved that had the stray cat” he smiled at the memory, “ and you felt so bad you draped your sweater on the floor so it could snuggle.”

“this was at the rehearsal dinner where i drew you for the first time.”

“this was at the day you argued with sukuna about the cake flavor.”

“and this one—”

“i get it cho..” you lifted your hand to stop the man as you blocked at the beautiful colors swirling on the canvas, “but why..?”

“because yuki isn’t your girlfriend!”

“youre right yuki isnt my girlfriend.”

“wait” he dragged his hands down his face, “i meant she’s not my girlfriend.”

you giggled looking at the paint smeared over his cheeks, “ i get it…so at the wedding?”

“fluke! i promise i would never do that to you.”

he came to you slowly his big brown eyes pleading at you to believe him, “i would never lose you…especially over something so stupid.”

“okay cho” you shivered feeling his minty breath hit on your face, “i believe you.”

his hand still cold from the paint grasped at your cheek pulling you closing to him as he dipped down for you kiss, “oh thank fuck.”

and soon you couldn’t even feel the cold ting or strong stench of the fresh paint when his lips captured yours again.

you felt so light.

but the way choso was kissing, was anything but.

his lips were soft but his kiss was rough, hungry and desperate. as if he was scared that you’d slip through his finger again and he wouldn’t be able to stop you.

and you couldn’t help the way your body reacted to him, the way you gravitated and when he pulled away you followed.

you let him lead you back to the tarp listening to his ‘sorry softest thing here, baby’ and watching his rough paint covered hands work at the buttons of your blouse.

his lips found yours again as he carefully pulled your bra down, kneading both of your breasts in earnest moaning into your mouth like he was the one being pawed at instead of doing the pawing.

“cho..”

he ignored your plea, pinning your hands down as they drifted down his body to give him more in return before he started to kiss at your neck, his teeth grazing your pulse as he continued to lick a line to your breasts.

“this ain’t about me baby…all you.”

his movements didn’t stop his brown eyes watching you as his hands…dipped in more paint? grasped at the fat of your boobs kneading as he sucked a nipple into his mouth before moving to the other neglected one.

the black paint followed his fingertips as he groaned against your breast as he pulled back to watch his hand that made it to the outline of your pants, “you don’t mind dirting this up, right?”

soon you were completely bare before the man, his hands grasping at every open area of skin he could read, stretching his hand to the side to dip into a new color as he mouthed at your inner thighs, just away from where you needed him most.

but you didn’t rush him, letting him continue his exploration, watching as if he was deprived of you in every way of the word as he finally sucked your clit into his mouth.

the gasp that ripped out of you was enough to bring his attention back to your messy paint covered face, “sorry baby hands are bit messy…just my mouth today.”

you didn’t even get enough time to respond, his mouth catching back on your mound as his teeth grazed your clit, arms wrapping around your legs as you arched up into his hold.

his tongue split through your folds expertly dipping into your gummy walls forcing a wanton moan put your mouth as you felt something cold in amongst his hot tongue.

“cho..do you have ice?” you asked breathlessly, gripping at his hair to hear him moaning out against your hot cunt.

his tongue lulled out at he watched you, the light glinting against his silver piercing.

“oh fuck.”

even with your hands slipped in between his buns, choso slipped back into position, snug between your thighs clenching at his head. giving your inner thigh a light kiss before descending back in.

it was probably the mix of the ac blasting up ahead, the coolness of the paint drying on your skin, how big choso was between your legs he basically forced you open, and the pressure he held on your stomach with painted hand with his tongue flicking that the other that made you come undone as fast as you did.

he didn’t even let up yet, still licking and sucking as you dropped and wrtithed against his mouth before finally coming up, mouth still wet from your essence.

his eyes darted all over your covered body as if to lock this into his memory of what he did to you.

of what his paint did to you.

“my greatest masterpiece yet.”

yorikae

"Where." The single word carried the weight of an execution order...

"O-outside," she hiccupped again, pointing with a shaky finger towards where the clown was making balloon animals, "D-daddy he made a b-alloon and it exploded in m-my face!" her voice hitched on another sob. Watery eyes locking onto his which were now glowing a brilliant crimson as he held her protectively against his chest- watching this painted fuck of a man who was now grinning broadly at the new wave of children. "H-he laughed at me crying..."

You stepped closer, hand settling on his arm trying to draw his attention to you- it was a lost cause… this you knew. The only thing he cared about in this moment was his daughter and the man who'd dare to upset his flesh and blood...

"Don't." He said sharply.

"Sukuna, it's just a street performer. From the festival. She's not actually hur-"

The look he turned on you was arctic, the force of it freezing the words in your throat, "He. Made. Our. Daughter. Fucking. Cry." Each word was enunciated perfectly, a low snarl of fury, "And no one, makes my girls cry."

This wasn't the man who helped with bedtime stories. Nor the man who picked you up with one arm when your legs ached and held you tenderly against him… This was the man who had ripped out hearts, who'd torn men apart with his bare hands- a man who had no qualms about spilling blood in his wake. A ruthless, vicious tyrant who did not tolerate threats when it came to his family, even if it was just a street performer.

Your eyes flickered to your baby girl, her wails- her tiny voice cracking each time she tried to speak… You decided that if the man had scared her that badly, then he had it coming… Right?

"Go," your voice was gentle, "Do what you do best-" you leaned up, placing a gentle kiss to his jaw, "and keep us safe."

The smile that graced his lips was dark, twisted, a hint of madness dancing across his handsome face as his gaze turned back to the clown who was oblivious to the fate that was about to befall him.

"Stay with your mother," Sukuna's voice was soft- a rare tone reserved only for the two of you as he began peeling her arms from his neck.

"NO!!!" she shrieked, clinging tighter, fresh panic washing over her, "D-don't leave me, daddy!!" Her voice was filled with genuine terror, "Y-you can't go! You can't!"

Sukuna struggled internally- a war between the father he'd become wanting to stay by her side and continue holding her until she was calm, and the monster he's always been, demanding retribution.

He stroked her hair once, "I'm not leaving you... Just going to make the painted fuck go away."

"Sukuna," you warned, "I know I'm backing you on this but…" you glanced towards the clown, "it's a children's entertainer doing his job in the middle of the day. There's a lot of people here… You can't just walk up to him and-"

"I know exactly what i'm going to do," he cut you off, finally transferring her to your arms despite her desperate protests.

"What are you going to do?"

"Whatever it takes." He was already moving toward the front door of your shop, shoulders set, a confident stride in his steps, hands shoved in his pockets, his expression darkening the further he walked away from the two of you.

Your daughter pressed her face against your cheek, "Is daddy going to make the bad man go away?" she whispered, her arms locking around you, fingers tangling in your hair, "Daddy always makes the scary things go away."

"Yeah, sweetie," you murmured, watching Sukuna through your shop window, "he does doesn't he?" you nuzzle into her, bouncing her once, "Your daddy is always there to shield us, and to take care of us… even when it comes to the small things."

"Uh huh," she sniffled, wiping her eyes, "Daddy's strong."

You smiled at that, "The strongest," you agreed.

Through the glass, you watched him step onto the sidewalk, his presence immediately carving a path through pedestrians who recognized him. Even from this distance, you could see the exact moment the clown sensed death approaching. His hands faltered on the half twisted balloon, painted smile freezing as something screamed in his brain, danger.

In one fluid motion, Sukuna draped an arm around the clown's shoulders. The balloon that had been moments from becoming a dolphin slipped from his hands, squealing as it flew into the air and landed on the pavement.

"Hey, buddy," Sukuna said loudly, his voice pitched for the benefit of the parents and children nearby, dripping with absolute false warmth... "My little girl loved your act. Mind if we get a private performance?" Without waiting for consent, he tightened his grip around the clown's neck, steering him away from the crowd.

The clown stumbled alongside him, forced to move by Sukuna's iron control. To onlookers, they looked like old friends... No one noticing the clown's growing terror as they disappeared around the corner. 

The moment they were alone, Sukuna's mask shattered. He slammed the clown against the brick wall with enough force to crack the man's skull, leaving just the right amount of blood smeared behind as a reminder of his strength. One tattooed hand crushed his throat while the other gripped his jaw, forcing eye contact.

"Listen very fucking carefully you painted piece of shit," Sukuna growled, face inches away, "you made my daughter cry. You scared her. The last person who did that lost everything from the neck down."

The clown's eyes bulged, breathing ragged as Sukuna's grip slowly crushed his windpipe, "I-I-I'm sor-"

"I could kill you right here," Sukuna continued, voice dropping to a whisper that promised agony... "Peel you apart piece by piece. Feed what's left to the stray dogs behind the market." His grip tightened until the man's face began purpling, eyes rolling back. "No one would even notice you were gone until the smell got bad..."

Just as consciousness began slipping, your face flashed through his mind- that same soft, loving smile you always wore… And then his daughter… the way her little cheeks dimpled when she smiled at him, the trust she put in him. You were both waiting for him to return. He could almost hear your voice, feel your arms around him, your hands cupping his cheeks as his daughter clung to his pant leg…

Fuck…

Killing this guy would take forever… Longer than he'd like to be away from you both…

God dammit…

"But I'm feeling generous today," Sukuna released his throat, letting him suck in desperate air. Before the man could recover, Sukuna's fist buried itself in the man's stomach, folding him in half. "So i'm offering you a choice. Leave this city. Never work as a clown again. And if ever see your ugly face- painted or not… I'll carve a permanent smile from eat to ear," the tip of his finger dragged along the man's cheek, cutting a thin line through the makeup before forcing his chin up, "Do i make myself clear?"

The clown nodded frantically, tears cutting tracks through his makeup.

Sukuna's thumbnail dug into the corner of his mouth, "Answer me. With words. No nodding."

"Y-yes-" The clown managed, his voice hoarse, "yes. Pple-please... Yes. Th-thank you."

"Get out of my sight." he snarled, tossing him by the face to the ground.

Sukuna waited until the guy was out of sight before pulling the black bandana from his pocket, wiping the white greasepaint from his hands. Only then did he stroll casually back around the front, his face bored- neutral, the one he typically wore.

When he reentered, his eyes immediately sought out you and his daughter. The relief on his daughter's face when she spotted him made his heart tighten... He was .

"Problem solved," he announced, holding his arms out for her to transfer herself from your embrace to his without hesitation.

"What did you do?" you asked, your voice quite enough so that she couldn't hear.

His eyes met yours- and you smirked knowing the look...

The clown had survived, but only because killing him would have taken too long.

"Softie~" You chuckled, leaning against his arm.

"M'not," he muttered, pressing a kiss to his daughter's hair as her eyes fluttered shut, "Just had other things to do today…"

His daughter's tired voice rose from the crook of his neck, "Did you make the bad clown go away," she smiled sleepily, "just like you promised?"

"Yeah..." he whispered into his hair, "No one gets to scare you. Not while I'm around, little one."

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As night fell you found Sukuna laying sprawled out on his daughter’s tiny bed, his large frame comically oversized for the child sized furniture. There on his chest, she was draped across him like a koala, fast asleep with one small hand still clutching his shirt. His tattooed arm curled around her, dwarfing her little body.

He wasn’t asleep. His eyes tracking your movements as you entered her room, alert as always, though his body remained perfectly still to avoid disturbing the little girl using him as a bed. 

"She wouldn't let go," he grumbled, his deep voice barely audible.

You moved to sit on the edge of the bed, gently brushing her hair from her face, revealing the peaceful expression of a child who felt completely safe.

"How violent did you actually get with the clown?" you asked quietly, your fingers lingering on your daughter's cheek.

Sukuna's eyes met yours in the glow of the turtle nightlight, unflinching, "Violent enough."

"You didn't kill him."

It wasn't a question, but he answered anyway, "No." His eyes flicked down to his daughter, then back to you. "Didn't need to. Yet."

You nodded, understanding the unspoken message. The "yet" was contingent on whether the clown was stupid enough to ignore Sukuna's warning.

"You know you're stuck here for the night, right?." you nodded toward her death grip on his shirt, "She won't let go of you, not even in her sleep."

"Yeah… I know. Wouldn't be the first time, won't be the fucking last." He sounded disgruntled, but you knew him well enough to catch the glimmer of contentment in his eyes, "This kid loves me too damn much."

You leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, then, to Sukuna's lips. He returned the kiss, teeth nipping at your lower lip, his free hand coming up to cup the back of your neck.

"She's not the only one," you say under your breath, but loud enough for him to hear, eyes locking onto his. "We're both so lucky to have you, Sukuna. Thank you, for everything. For taking care of us, and for being her protector."

He looked away, uncomfortable with the sentiment despite everything you'd been through together, "It's what I do," he replied gruffly...

You smiled, settling beside him, head pillowed on his broad shoulder, half your body hanging off the tiny bed as he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you to him best he could, "You're going to wake up with an achy back tomorrow."

"Don't give a damn," he grunted, pressing his face into the top of your head, "can't really move when I've got two brats sleeping on me."

You chuckle softly, letting your eyes flutter shut, enjoying his warmth, the steady sound of his heart beating under your ear and the soft sounds of your daughter's breathing, "You could, if you wanted."

"You done yapping? You're keeping me up… Go the fuck to sleep already." his arm tightened around you, holding you against him, his own eyes closing finally.

You smiled, knowing that he'd never admit he loved being in this position- surrounded by the two of you,

You caught one last glimpse of him adjusting his daughter more comfortably against his chest, his large hand cradling her head with impossible gentleness. The most feared man in the city, reduced to nothing more than a pillow for his daughter and her mother.

the playdate gets set for saturday afternoon, and sukuna seems pretty indifferent to it or at least he pretends to.

“you’re taking yuji to the park?” he asks while scrolling through his phone.

“mhm.”

“so, who’s the kid— or more like, you know their parent?”

“well.. a little?” you say thoughtfully. “toji fushiguro.. i think?”

“…fushiguro?”

you blink. “hm? you know him?”

“used to run in similar circles.” sukuna looks deeply annoyed already. “guy’s a pain in the ass.”

“well.. he seemed nice?”

“that’s because the guy likes pretending.”

you snort. “you’re dramatic, it’ll be fiiine.”

“i’m serious.”

“baby, i’m going to a playground. not a nightclub.”

sukuna looks at you for a long second, then sighs.

“fine, do what you want.”

which, surprisingly, he actually means— he fully intends to let you have your little park day in peace.

because really.. what could happen?

apparently a lot.

because now sukuna’s standing outside a convenience store a few minutes away while staring at his phone with growing irritation.

he just cannot stay at home while knowing you’re out with that damned black-haired man, so he lasts another three minutes before getting back in his car.

meanwhile, you’re sitting at the park bench while yuji and megumi run toward the playground together.

“be careful!” you call after them.

toji sits beside you a second later holding two juice boxes and an iced coffee.

“kid asked me to bring extras,” he says, handing you the iced coffee.

“thanks!”

“don’t mention it.”

for a while it’s easy and comfortable, you talk while the boys play. mostly about school— how both boys have been doing, how megumi apparently refuses to sleep without his stuffed wolf, how yuji always has endless energy no matter what.

“so.. that your kid, right?” toji asks eventually, nodding toward yuji.

you smile. “well no.. but technically my nephew.”

“could’ve fooled me.”

you shrug slightly. “he does feel like my own, though.”

“clearly.”

talking to toji is surprisingly easy, the guys laid back, which is probably why the next thing out of his mouth makes you second guess.

“you single?”

oh..

but before you can even answer, another voice cuts in.

“no, she‘s not.”

you look up immediately.

sukuna stands there behind both of you wearing all black with sunglasses pushed into his hair.

he looks weirdly calm, which means he definitely heard enough to annoy him.

toji glances between both of you once before leaning back slightly.

“oh! what are you doing here?” you say surprised.

“was just getting something to drink.”

“from the park..?”

“eh, crazy coincidence.”

toji snorts quietly beside you— big mistake, because sukuna’s eyes immediately slide toward him.

“fushiguro.”

“ryomen.”

you can absolutely feel the tension in the air.

you look between them slowly. “oh my god.. you actually know each other.”

“unfortunately,” they say at the exact same time.

yuji spots sukuna from across the playground and immediately lights up.

“UNCLE KUNA!!”

he abandons megumi and runs across the grass at full speed before slamming directly into sukuna’s legs.

sukuna just rests a hand on yuji’s head. “now get off me brat, you’re sweaty.”

“we were racing!”

“that so?”

“i won!”

megumi finally walks over, hands shoved into his little pockets.

“yuji cheated..” he says quietly.

“did not!”

“you pushed me!”

you’re trying not to laugh while yuji now clings to sukuna’s arm, and you get up to approach both.

toji watches the interaction for a second, then he looks back at you.

“…damn my bad,” he says finally. “cute little family you got there.”

sukuna goes quiet for a second, then his arm hooks around your waist possessively.

“exactly,” he says. “know where you stand, fushiguro.”

fixing up this series a lil ..