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i feel like sukuna sleeps holding you like you’re a hostage that’s going to wake up in the middle of the night and run away.

he’s the big spoon of course and he’s molded around your body like a puzzle piece. chest pressed seamlessly to your backside, one arm hooked around your neck in a loving? soft chokehold, the other curled over your waist, palm splayed over the natural plush of your tummy. your thighs up in fetal position between his, legs intertwined, feet touching, literally the whole nine yards. entirely unaware or uncaring of his size, but definitely aware of yours. hunched over you like a dragon protecting its glimmering mountain of gold and treasure.

and it’s that kind of embrace that seems uncomfortable or suffocating from the outside-looking-in, but it’s actually the best sleep you’ve gotten in years and the only way you can sleep now. it’s the kind that has you snoring when you never snore. the kind that has you waking up looking like a skrunkly cat after a good nap.

his steady heartbeat thrumming against your back and counting sheep for you, your chin tucked in his inner elbow as you drool all over it, head effortlessly perched at just the right angle on his meaty bicep instead of that flat and lifeless pillow that gives you a crick in your neck. your body grounded with the comforting weight of his heavy arm strewn over it, the gentle heat of his thumb stroking on your lower abdomen, the pressure you usually carry in your lower back gone because your legs are elevated due to the beefy mass that’s under them. it’s like he’s your custom made body pillow.

and if you need to pee in the middle the night you’ll have to smack his arm to get him to unfurl his tired limbs with a grunt because he sleeps like he’s dead. he’ll follow you there even when you tell him to stay in bed, heavy feet dragging behind you across the cool vinyl, one sock missing and his loose sleep pants hanging off his hips.

“hurry up, m’cold.” he’ll rub his eyes and grumble groggily as if you forced him to come with you.

he’s just standing in the dark bathroom with his arms crossed, eyes drifting back to a close while he sways like he’s on a ship. then he’s glaring at the doorframe with the most adorable, sleepy scowl on his face after he stumbles into it on accident, like someone put it there just to spite him. that is until he deems it worthy enough to lean on, a loud yawn blooming from the drowsy, messy-haired giant who’s patiently waiting to crawl back into bed with you.

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Toji’s eyes narrowed down at the way his fingers slid in and out of you, you were curled up against him, back flush against his chest, lips swollen from how hard you were biting down on them.

He curls his fingers upwards, causing you to arch your back away from him. “Another fight? I don’t know if i’m ready.”

Shiu rubs his fingers in the crease of his eyebrows on the other side of the line “It’s been almost two months. What do you mean you aren’t ready?”

“You do realize you have a title to defend right?” Toji rolls his eyes, barely listening, only focused on the way your body twitches in his lap. “Mhm.”

You throw your head back onto his shoulder, wanting to spill out any little moan he was breaking from you. The plaping sounds of his hand slapping your soppy cunt has you dangerously wondering if his trainer could hear. Tears prickled in the corner of your eyes at the thought alone, all the while your body shudders in pleasure from it as well.

“Okay. So, you need to fight someone, anyone.” Toji’s pace picks up, feeling the way you squeeze around him, he periodically slows just enough to smooth his fingers out and over your clit lovingly. He spreads your own slick over it as he presses down lightly before dipping them back into the warmth of your pussy.

“and I will.” he sighed deeply, “whenever i’m ready.”

God, Shiu was tired, Toji had been telling him he isn’t ready for weeks and the only reason Toji believes he isn’t ready is because of you. He just wanted to come home and fuck his girlfriend without the pain of his body giving out on him for whatever match he had the night.

“You keep this up and the public will think you’re going on another hiatus.” Shiu inhales the cigarette sitting between his fingers as he leans back in his chair.

You could barely contain the curses slipping from your lips as Toji dragged his thick, calloused fingers along your honeyed walls. You looked down, whimpering and watching the way he thrusted his fingers in and out of you, fucking you so well with just that. Toji leans on his phone, his rough palm coming to cover up your mouth. “So let ‘em.”

“Oh!” Shiu snaps his fingers, a name popping up into his head, “You can fight Choso kamo, I’ve seen him before he’s good.”

Your head slowly falls back onto his shoulder, mind drifting off into a bliss. Toji’s fingers slip out of you once more, flicking over your puffy clit. He presses his hand over your mouth harder to muffle your sweet moans.

“Now, when you look him up he may look smaller than you but that doesn’t mean underestimate him and do whatever the fuck you do in the ring.” Toji scoffs, “I won’t.”

“Just set the shit up and let me know when it is.” his brows furrow, set on making you cum, his fingers press and squeeze on the abused bud, your whines getting higher when he angles his fingers in the right spot.

Muffled moans fill the other side of his ear as you nod, lost in pleasure, your stomach clenching up in the best way, “Good. It’ll be in three weeks.”

“Which means you need to come to the fucking gym man.” Toji could hear Shiu exhale his cigarette, he pulls your head a bit closer, pressing a soft kiss to your temple, which was his way of saying “you’re doing so good for me, baby.”

“Do you hear me!? I mean it. Bright and fuckin’ early too.” Shiu scolds. your eyes roll to the back of your head as your release finally washes over you, stars clouding your vision while you groan in his grasp. “Yea, are we done here?”

But Toji didn’t stop, he plunges his fingers right back into your gaping hole, setting a punishing pace. “No. We aren’t fuckin’ done.”

“Pick up the phone when I call you too!” Shiu was now pacing his room trying to calm his nerves. You on the other hand try to instinctively close your legs around Toji’s hand, he leans over, simply mouthing the word “Open.” against the shell of your ear.

You could do nothing but do as you were told. Your shaky legs parted and even then he didn’t let up. Toji was fingering you like he was trying to accomplish something. His gaze never left the way he thrusted his fingers inside of you, watching the way your slick coated his fingers perfectly.

You couldn’t handle the overstimulation, your body jerked in his arms. Shiu’s nagging faded out when Toji decided to hyper focus your pussy. His hand starting to get wetter and wetter with something other than your cum by each passing second and he knew he was getting you closer.

He speeds his pace up, determined. Not even caring about the obscene sounds he was making as he continued to slap the palm of his hand against your cunt.

“Hey! Are you listening!?” Shiu’s voice cuts through his trance, finally having enough of him interrupting, he knew you were getting to your limit, “Yeaa. I gotta go.”

“Hey! I’m not fini—” Toji hangs up without a second thought, tossing his phone aside. Your second orgasm knocks the wind out of your lungs, letting out a broken cry as his hand falls from your lips. You gush all over Toji’s hand and forearm, completely soaking his sweats. His hand sputters against you, “Fuck, you did such a good job, baby.”

His thrusts slow as his fingers ride you through your high, “I’m so proud of you.”

His hand cups your jaw, turning your face towards him, he swallows any left over moans that leaves your lips as he presses his lips against yours, letting out a strained groan when he slips his tongue over yours and your body just continued to jerk on top of him.

“So beautiful, you did so well for me.” he mutters praises in between soft kisses against your temple.

“Hnn—” you laid there body weak while you tried to catch your breath, chest rising and falling slowly. Toji doesn’t stop with his praises even while he’s kissing all over your face. He doesn’t even care about the mess you made, he knows it’s all his fault and he’s fully prepared to clean it up.

“Yeaa, my pretty girl.” he drawls, pulling you in for another kiss, this time more slower, softer, and gentler.

Sukuna hated how sharp your tone got whenever you were upset with him. It was obvious too and you were the only one in the estate who could be as petty. he clears his throat before speaking, his gaze avoiding yours, “Wife.”

The first time the two of you crossed paths in two days and you looked at him as if you wanted nothing to do with him. The maids couldn’t even cut a grape with how tense the air was. Him avoiding your eyes only made you click your tongue and bow.

Moving to walk past him, he turns around just as quickly, frantically grabbing your wrist, “WAIT!”

Eyes widened, breaths were caught, and you were annoyed.

clearing his throat once more, he lowers his voice immediately, “wait. please.”

now you’re sitting in his chambers, on his large bed, your hands rested in your lap gracefully. your gaze sharp enough to make the room feel smaller, he stands before you nervously looking everywhere but at you.

“I’m sorry.” he lets out quietly, opening his mouth to continue, “I shouldn’t have shouted at you like that. when you clearly worried.”

he glances at you in between words, feeling like a puddle under the weight of your gaze, sweat beads at the corner of his temples, worried you would dismiss him, he continues. “I was frustrated and took it out on you.”

He looks up from your feet, a falter of your expression no where to be seen, he kneels in front of you, gently taking the back of your hands into his palms, “I may not deserve your forgiveness,”

his thumbs rubbing soothing circles into your wrists, “But I would love it if you found it in your heart to forgive a fool like me once more.”

he dips his head into the palms of the hands smaller than his, his eyes closed, eyelashes kissing the middle of your hands as he pressed himself there, awaiting for your forgiveness.

a small huff leaves you, followed by a defeated sigh. your fingers curl into his face, cupping gently. you lift up his chin, his ruby red eyes meeting yours as they looked at you with such longing.

you find yourself leaning down to press a soft kiss to the corner of his eye, a small sign of your grace.

The corners of his mouth couldn’t help but tug at the feeling, leaning into the palm of your hand while he melts into your touch.

the only shocking thing about ryomen sukuna was that he was a surprisingly good boyfriend. like, embarrassingly good to you.

he was still the occasional dickhead, obviously. but at least he nice about it. he always went at your pace, never pushed when you got shy or overwhelmed, never made you feel stupid for needing reassurance. hell, he even showed up with a bouquet of lilies for your first “official” date with him.

and the date itself wasn’t anything extravagant either. no fancy rooftop reservation, no over the top attempt to sweep you off your feet. just a quiet little restaurant tucked between buildings, warm lighting spilling across wooden tables while soft music played somewhere overhead.

simple. intimate. perfect for you.

a secluded booth in the corner, sukuna sitting across from you with an unfairly soft look in his eyes whenever you got shy and toyed with your food.

and you were doing fairly well. right up until the date ended that is.

because now here you were, heart hammering violently against your ribs, butterflies wrecking your stomach as you hurried, nearly ran, toward your apartment door, leaving behind one very confused sukuna standing a few steps away.

which, in hindsight, probably wasn’t the smoothest way to end a date with your boyfriend.