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You sigh, before you prepare yourself for something you are sure you are going to regret:

“What else?”

After spending so much time with him, you can tell when he is holding something back—out of respect of your poor self, you suppose.

“Do you take care of a lot of man, daily?”

You blink. Then you blink again.

“Really? That’s your question?”

You look up at him incredulously. He looks to the side, avoiding your judgmental stare.

“Hah, you are not joking,” you shake your head, trying to ward off any unnecessary thoughts, as you go back to your task of organizing the medical supplies, “yes, of course I do, it’s my job.”

Dabura frowns.

“You said the other day men were disgusting.”

You almost choke on your own spit.

“T-that’s unrelated right now! It was a completely different topic,” you huff and puff, feeling flustered for some reason.

“But you are right, man are disgusting, you shouldn’t touch them,” Dabura keeps insisting on his point, hit tone unwavering.

Your eye twitches. Is he joking right now? With him, you really can’t tell.

“You do realize you are also a man, right, Dabura?”

“I don’t count, I am an alien.”

You almost choke on your own spit again.

“But you said you hated when I called you that!”

“That’s unrelated right now.”

“You… you! Ugh! Whatever! Bandages! In the first aid drawer! Now!”

He obliges, but you swear you see the corners of his mouth lift up in a small smile.

I struggle with writing longer fics, but at least it’s not AI and it all me, completely exhausted after my shift <3

The servants bow deeply and step aside without arguing. A few moments later, you arrive running, your heart tight with anguish. As soon as he sees you, Sukuna lets out a hoarse sigh and continues toward his private chambers.

He collapses heavily onto the raised platform, his back against the thick cushions. His massive body trembles slightly from the effort. The blood continues to flow slowly along his tattoos, staining the silk sheets.

You rush to his side without waiting, already carrying clean cloths and supplies the healers gave you. Your hands tremble as you begin to clean the deep gash on his shoulder and chest.

The wound is irregular, the edges burned by enemy magic, and you see the flesh regenerating slowly, too slowly for your liking. The wound on his flank is bleeding even more, the mouth on his stomach clenched in pain every time you touch it.

“Sukuna…” you murmur, your voice tight.

He places one of his upper hands on the back of your neck, warm and heavy despite his weakness, and pulls you against him. Your face nestles against his chest. The smell of his blood envelops you.

“Stop shaking,” he growls softly, his voice tired. “It’s nothing… those insects couldn’t do anything more.”

“You’re still bleeding a lot,” you reply, throat tight. “I thought… when the servants came rushing to get me, I thought this time…”

A heavy silence settles. His four arms slowly surround you, pressing you possessively against his injured body. His four eyes stare at you with a weakened but burning intensity.

“I can’t die,” he murmurs against your hair, his voice low and hoarse. “Not as long as my pretty concubine is waiting for me here…”

One of his hands slides under your chin, gently lifting your face, and he kisses you. His lips are warm, pressing despite the pain, almost desperate. The kiss is slow, deep, loaded with everything he doesn’t say out loud.

You feel the mouth on his stomach part slightly against your belly, letting out a burning breath, while his arms hold you tighter against him.

You eventually place your hands on his chest and gently push him back, just enough to break the kiss. Your breath is short, your eyes shining with worry and determination.

“Let me treat you first,” you say firmly, your voice more assured than you really are. “You’re still losing a lot of blood. I can’t… I don’t want to lose you because of your pride.”

Sukuna stares at you for a long moment with his four eyes. A low growl rolls in his throat, half-amused, half-annoyed. The mouth on his stomach lets out a small hoarse chuckle. Despite the obvious pain, a carnivorous smile slowly stretches his lips.

“You dare push me away, little thing?” he murmurs, his voice deep and hoarse. Yet his arms loosen slightly around you, giving you just enough space to move.

You take advantage of this opening to pick up the clean cloths again. Your fingers are still trembling a little as you apply the care to the large gash on his shoulder, then to the one on his flank. Sukuna doesn’t take his eyes off you, his two lower arms remaining placed on your hips, wanting you close to him even in his weakness.

The flesh closes slowly, but the bleeding persists in places, staining your hands and the silk sheets. Sukuna remains still, his four arms placed around you, two of them absently caressing your back.

You feel his breathing become more regular, his strength returning little by little. His cursed regeneration does its work, even if the wounds remain impressive.

A few minutes pass in tense silence, broken only by the sound of the cloths and his hoarse breathing. You are focused on your task, carefully cleaning the deepest wound on his chest, when suddenly one of his upper hands slides over your waist, while another caresses your hip. His body now gives off a more vivid heat, a sign that he is recovering quickly.

“Enough,” he growls in a stronger, almost impatient voice. His four eyes shine with more intensity. “Come here. I want you now. You missed me on that battlefield, my favorite.”

You shake your head, refusing to let go of the cloth. “No. You’re still injured. Let me finish, Sukuna. It’s important.”

A low and dangerous laugh resonates in his chest. He grabs your hips with two of his arms, trying to pull you onto him despite your protests. The mouth on his stomach opens slightly, letting out a hot breath against your belly.

“Do you really think a few scratches will stop me?” he says, his voice harder this time, tinged with irritation from the persistent pain. “You’re just a concubine I tolerate by my side, nothing more. Stop playing healer and obey.”

The words hit you like a blade. Your heart clenches violently. You freeze, hands suspended above his wound. Your eyes mist over despite yourself. You know he is cruel by nature, but hearing him say it so coldly, after everything you do for him… it hurts.

Sukuna immediately notices the change on your face. His expression darkens. A heavy silence settles.

“…Wait,” he finally murmurs, his voice lower. He gently holds you back when you try to pull away. His four arms surround you with more care. “I shouldn’t have said that. The pain makes me… irritable. You’re not just a simple concubine. You are the only one I tolerate near me. The only one I can’t do without. Forgive me. Please? My pretty girl.”

You smile internally. Seeing Sukuna, the most feared king, begging you to forgive him is exceptional. You remain silent for a moment to make him believe it, then in a surge of frustration, you press the cloth firmly against his deepest wound on his flank. That’ll teach him. You press just enough to remind him of the pain but without aggravating the injury.

Sukuna startles slightly, a hoarse growl escaping his throat. Then, against all expectations, he bursts into a deep, sincere laugh that vibrates through his entire massive body. The mouth on his stomach laughs too, a strange and guttural sound.

“Ah… there’s my favorite with the strong character,” he says between two laughs, his eyes shining with amusement and a darker glint. “You dare wound the King of Curses? What audacity.”

Before you can react, his four arms move with surprising speed despite his injuries. After all, he remains the strongest. He suddenly pins you under him on the platform, his massive body completely towering over you.

His dark tattoos contrast with your skin, his four eyes staring at you with a mix of possessiveness, desire, and brutal tenderness.

You are trapped beneath him, his two upper arms holding your wrists above your head, while his lower arms slide over your hips and thighs, holding you firmly in place. His face is very close to yours, his hot breath against your lips.

“You are mine,” he murmurs in a hoarse voice. “And I am yours, whether you want it or not. Now… let me show you how much better I am thanks to you.”

Without giving you time to answer, Sukuna lowers his head and kisses you again. This time, the kiss is deeper, more voracious. His lips capture yours with obvious hunger, his tongue sliding against yours in a possessive movement that takes your breath away.

You feel the heat of his massive body weighing on you, his wounds still sensitive but ignored by his recovered strength. The mouth on his stomach parts against your abdomen, letting out a burning breath that passes through the thin fabric of your nightgown.

One of his upper hands remains on your wrists, while the other slowly descends along your arm, brushing your skin. His two lower arms, meanwhile, explore freely.

One slides under your dress, caressing your bare thigh, moving up gradually. The other hand settles directly on your chest, enveloping one of your breasts. His fingers gently pinch your nipple through the fabric, making it harden instantly.

You can’t hold back a muffled moan against his mouth. “Sukuna…”

That sound seems to encourage him. His kiss becomes more intense, leaving you little air, while his hand on your breast slowly kneads it, massaging with controlled strength.

Your body arches instinctively beneath him, seeking more contact despite the voice in your head still reminding you of his injuries.

“You’re already moaning so well for me,” he growls against your lips, his voice hoarse with desire. “My little favorite… is so sensitive because of me.”

His two lower arms continue their exploration. One of them moves up to your other breast, caressing it with the same avid attention. He presses, kneads, his thumbs circling your now hardened nipples, sending waves of pleasure directly between your legs.

You moan louder, head slightly thrown back, eyes half-closed. Your breathing becomes irregular, interrupted by soft little cries each time he pinches a little harder.

Sukuna pulls slightly away from your mouth, just enough to observe your face flushed with pleasure. His four eyes shine with a satisfied and hungry glint. The mouth on his stomach slowly licks your skin through the fabric, wanting to taste every part of you.

In one fluid and impatient movement, he releases your wrists and easily tears the top of your dress, exposing your bare chest to the cool air of the room. An appreciative growl vibrates in his throat.

“Much better like this,” he murmurs.

His hands immediately return to your bare breasts. The feeling of his warm, rough skin against your sensitive flesh makes you moan louder.

He kneads them greedily, pressing them together, his thumbs and index fingers playing with your hardened nipples. Each caress sends jolts of pleasure through your entire body. Your hips move unconsciously against him, seeking relief.

“Sukuna… ugh more please.” Your moan is longer this time, almost pleading.

He lowers his head, capturing one of your breasts between his lips. His warm tongue circles the nipple, sucking it slowly before nibbling just enough to make you jump with pleasure.

Meanwhile, his hands continue to explore: one stays on your free breast, kneading it firmly, while the other slides lower, pulling on the rest of your dress to slide it down your hips. He throws the dress aside.

You are now almost completely naked beneath him, wearing only your panties. Sukuna raises his head, observing your exposed body with satisfaction.

“Perfect,” he breathes against your skin, before kissing you again, more slowly this time, while continuing to slide his hands over your bare curves.

His lips leave yours to descend along your neck, gently nibbling your sensitive skin. One of his upper hands remains on your breast, kneading it firmly, while the other slides lower, between your thighs. His fingers brush your intimacy through the thin fabric of your panties, already feeling the heat and wetness accumulating there.

“Just for me, isn’t it?” he murmurs in a hoarse and possessive voice against your ear, his four eyes shining with desire. You shiver beneath him, breathing short. “Yes…” you reply in a trembling sigh. “Just for you.”

A satisfied growl vibrates in his chest. His fingers finally push the fabric aside and slide directly over your hot and wet flesh. He slowly caresses your intimacy, tracing circles around your clit before plunging a thick finger into you. You moan louder, back arched, hips moving instinctively against his hand.

“So wet already…” he growls with a carnivorous smile. His two lower arms hold your thighs spread while his upper hands continue to knead your breasts, pinching your sensitive nipples. The mouth on his stomach slowly licks your belly, descending progressively lower, leaving a trail of wet heat on your skin.

You pant, lost in the sensations. Your hands slide over his massive chest, following the black tattoos, carefully avoiding his still sensitive wounds. Sukuna intensifies his caresses: he pushes a second finger into you, curling them to touch that precise spot that makes you see stars.

“Sukuna… ah… yes ugh… it feels so good! There!”

Suddenly, he withdraws his fingers from your intimacy, leaving you empty and frustrated. You moan in protest, hips desperately seeking his contact.

Sukuna laughs softly, a deep and amused laugh that resonates in his chest. His four eyes contemplate you with a mischievous and dominant glint.

“Not so fast,” he murmurs. “You dared push me away earlier to treat me… now I’m going to make you wait a little.”

He pins your wrists above your head again with one hand, completely immobilizing your upper body. His other two hands explore your body with deliberate and torturous slowness:

He caresses the inside of your thighs, brushes your swollen clit without ever really pressing, pinches your nipples just enough to make you moan, but never enough to fully satisfy you.

The mouth on his stomach descends lower, licking the inside of your thigh, very close to your intimacy, its hot breath making you shiver, but never touching you directly where you need it most.

Every time you try to move for more, he pulls back slightly, keeping you on the edge of pleasure without letting you fall.

“Sukuna… please…” you beg in a frustrated moan, your body trembling with unfulfilled desire.

“No, no,” he murmurs against your neck, his voice deep and amused. He slides two fingers along your slit, barely entering you before pulling out, repeating this slow and superficial movement again and again. “I want to hear you beg louder. I want you to yearn until you can’t think of anything but me.”

His hands on your breasts gradually slow down. He almost completely releases them, leaving only his thumbs brushing your swollen nipples from time to time, just enough to keep you in a state of burning frustration.

His two lower arms remain focused between your thighs: his fingers slowly caress your wet lips, spread your folds, brush your swollen clit with unbearable lightness. Each pass is too soft, too brief. Your body trembles, your hips lifting desperately to seek more pressure, but he pulls back each time with a low chuckle.

The mouth on his stomach lazily licks the inside of your thighs, leaving wet and warm traces very close to your intimacy, but never touching it. His burning breath makes you shiver violently.

“Sukuna… I beg you…” you moan, voice broken, body covered in a thin layer of sweat. “I need… I need more… please…”

He doesn’t answer you, too busy with his torment for long minutes, alternating between his fingers barely penetrating you and the tongue on his stomach brushing you without ever relieving you. Your moans turn into small sobs of frustration, your numb wrists still held above your head by his powerful arms.

Sukuna finally brings his face close to yours, his four eyes shining with cruel and amused desire. “If you really want to come, little favorite…” he murmurs in a hoarse and authoritative voice, “then you’re going to have to ride my tongue. The one on my stomach. Sit on it and rub yourself like the desperate little thing you are.”

Your cheeks burn with shame and excitement. You hesitate for a moment, but the need is too strong. When he slightly releases your wrists, you sit up. Sukuna lies completely on his back, his injuries almost forgotten, his massive body exposed. You settle above him, knees on either side of his torso. As you slowly descend, you immediately feel the heat of the mouth on his stomach against your soaked intimacy.

As you position yourself, your ass and pussy brush against something hard, hot, and thick. You clearly feel his two thick and long cocks, erect against your back. A shiver runs through you as you realize how aroused he is.

Sukuna smiles widely, a carnivorous and satisfied smile that reveals his sharp teeth. His four eyes contemplate you with a possessive and amused glint.

“You feel them, don’t you?” he growls, voice thick with desire. “My two cocks waiting only for you. But first you’re going to use my tongue. Go on. Rub yourself. Show me how much you need me.”

The mouth on his stomach opens wider, its thick warm tongue immediately sliding against your slit, licking slowly from bottom to top with diabolical precision. You can’t hold back a long hoarse moan as you begin to slowly move your hips against it.

You settle more comfortably above him, your hands resting on his chest while carefully avoiding his still sensitive wounds. You begin to rub against the hot and wet tongue, rolling your hips back and forth in a hesitant rhythm at first, then more and more pronounced.

Each stroke of the tongue makes you shiver. It is thick, rough in places, and slides perfectly between your soaked lips, caressing your clit with every movement. Your breasts move with the rhythm of your hips, and your moans become louder, more uncontrollable.

Sukuna watches you from below, his four eyes shining with satisfaction and raw desire. His two lower arms come to rest on your hips, gripping them firmly to guide you.

“You really are a desperate little thing to cum,” he growls in a hoarse and mocking voice, a carnivorous smile on his lips. “Look at you… rubbing yourself like a slut on your king’s tongue.”

His hands guide your movements, making you press down harder against his mouth. He makes you roll your hips in circles, forcing you to press your swollen clit against his tongue which now moves faster, licking and sucking your intimacy with voracity. The sensation is intense, wet, burning. You pant, nails lightly digging into his chest.

Encouraged by the pleasure consuming you, you slide one of your hands behind you. Your hands still find one of his two cocks through the stretched fabric. You clearly feel his first dick, enormous and hard, throbbing under the thick fabric. You begin to caress it through the clothing, pressing your palm and sliding your hand up and down its impressive length.

Sukuna lets out a hoarse growl, almost a guttural moan. His massive body twitches beneath you, and his four eyes narrow in pleasure. “Haaa ugh- you’re too insolent today…” he growls, his voice rougher.

To get revenge, he lifts you above his tongue and penetrates you with it in one thrust, sinking deep into your intimacy. You cry out in pleasure, back arched, as it begins to move inside you, turning, pulling out, plunging back in with force. The rhythm is merciless, as if he wants to punish you for daring to touch him even through the fabric.

“Mhh! Sukuna…! Please..-” you moan, voice broken. Your hips move faster on their own, riding his tongue desperately. Your hand behind you continues to caress his first cock through the hakama, squeezing harder, moving up and down its entire length.

Sukuna growls with pleasure, his hips lifting slightly. His tongue fucks you relentlessly, entering and exiting, licking your inner walls, finding that sensitive spot that makes you tremble violently. His hands on your hips continue to guide you, making you press down harder, faster, forcing you to take everything he gives you.

“That’s it…” he breathes between two growls, voice thick with desire. “I fill you so well with my tongue. You’re so wet it’s dripping onto my stomach. You needed this so badly?”

You moan in response. Your thighs tremble, you lean a little forward. You remove your hand from his cock and place both hands on his chest to keep your balance. The tongue continues its deep and rhythmic assault, taking you higher and higher. The wet and obscene sound of his tongue entering and exiting your soaked pussy fills the room, making you moan even louder.

“Sukuna… ugh- I… I’m gonna…” Your hips move frantically now, riding his tongue without restraint. Each deep penetration makes the liquid of your arousal slap against his stomach. The thick tongue turns inside you, presses hard against that sensitive spot, licks your inner walls with almost brutal greed.

Sukuna growls with satisfaction as he feels your contractions around his tongue. His two lower arms squeeze your hips tighter, holding you pressed against him so you can’t escape.

“That’s it, my little slut…” he growls in a hoarse and dirty voice. “Cum on my tongue. Flood me like the desperate little concubine you are. Show your king how much you get wet for him.”

You cry out, the pleasure becoming too intense. Your nails dig into his tattooed chest, your thighs clenching around him.

The orgasm hits you violently, like a burning wave. Your body arches brutally, your pussy contracting spasmodically around his tongue which continues to fuck you mercilessly throughout your pleasure.

“Sukuna!” you scream, voice broken.

At the same time, Sukuna sits up slightly, one of his upper arms sliding behind your neck to pull you toward him. He captures your mouth in a voracious kiss, devouring your cries of ecstasy. His tongue invades your mouth at the same rhythm that the one on his stomach continues to penetrate you, as if he wants to fill you from both sides at once.

The kiss is dirty, wet, and possessive. He swallows each of your moans while you tremble and cum for a long time, your body shaken by spasms. His kiss muffles your complaints, his tongue turning against yours, nibbling your lower lip.

“There… good girl,” he murmurs against your mouth between two kisses, his voice low and hoarse. “Cum hard for me. Your little pussy squeezes my tongue like it never wants to let it go. You’re so greedy… even when I’m injured, you can’t help but get fucked by your king.”

You continue to tremble, the orgasm seeming to last forever. Your hands remain pressed on his massive chest, feeling the powerful beats of his heart under your palms.

The tongue on his stomach gradually slows down, gently licking your sensitive walls to prolong your pleasure, collecting every drop of your arousal.

Sukuna doesn’t break the kiss right away. He continues to kiss you deeply, almost tenderly this time, while holding you against him. When your trembling finally subsides, he pulls back just enough to look you in the eyes, his four red eyes shining with satisfaction and a desire still far from satiated.

“You came so hard…” he breathes against your lips, a carnivorous smile on his lips. “But we’re far from finished, my beautiful.”

Sukuna kisses you again with intensity, swallowing every little cry and every ragged breath. When he finally pulls away slightly, a string of saliva still connects your lips. His four eyes stare at you with dark and burning satisfaction.

“Look at you…” he murmurs in a hoarse and dirty voice, while slowly licking your lower lip. “You just came like never before on your king’s tongue. You flooded my entire stomach. What a dirty little concubine you are.”

You don’t answer, body still sensitive, cheeks burning. Sukuna gives you no rest. His two lower arms firmly grip your hips and lift you just enough to withdraw his tongue from your intimacy. A wet and obscene sound echoes as it slides out of you, leaving you empty and throbbing.

He lays you back on his chest, but this time he sits up a little more, leaning against the cushions despite his injuries. His massive body still dominates you. In one fluid movement, he uses his upper arms to turn you slightly, placing you lower on his abdomen, right above his hakama stretched to the extreme by his two erections.

“Sukuna…” you breathe, still breathless.

“Shh,” he growls, nibbling your neck. “You don’t think I’m done with you, do you?”

His hands explore your naked body with greed. One kneads your breast, pinching your still sensitive nipple, while the other slides between your thighs to slowly caress your swollen and soaked lips. He spreads your arousal all over your slit, making you shiver.

“You’re soaked… ready to take my dick.” His voice is low, dangerous. “But first, I want you to feel how hard I am for you.”

He presses you more firmly against him. Through the stretched fabric of his hakama, you clearly feel his two thick and burning cocks. They throb against your ass and intimacy, enormous, hard as stone.

You can’t help but moan as you rub lightly against them. Sukuna laughs lowly, amused and excited. He grabs your hips and makes you move slowly against him, sliding you back and forth over his two erections still trapped under the fabric.

“You feel them?” he murmurs against your ear, nibbling the lobe. “Two big cocks waiting only to fill you. You are the only one who has the right to take them. The only one I want to fuck until you cry with pleasure.”

Your hands remain placed on his chest, seeking support as he guides you faster. The friction of the fabric against your sensitive clit makes you pant. Sukuna continues to speak, his voice becoming rougher and rougher:

“You are mine. My favorite. My personal little slut. Even when I come back from the battlefield covered in blood, it’s you I want to destroy and rebuild with my fucking dicks. Say it. Say you want me to fuck you.”

“I… I want you to fuck me, Sukuna… please my king.” you moan, voice trembling.

Satisfied, he growls and, with an impatient gesture, uses two of his arms to lower his hakama enough. His two thick cocks finally spring out, heavy, veined and glistening with precum.

The one underneath, slightly smaller than the first, rubs directly against your slit, while the first presses against your clit and belly.

He doesn’t penetrate you right away. He makes you wait a little longer, slowly rubbing his two members against you, sliding them between your soaked lips without entering.

“Look how wet you are for this,” he breathes while looking into your eyes. “You were made for me. To take everything I give you.”

Finally, he aligns his first cock against your entrance. With a slow but firm thrust of his hips, he begins to sink into you. The thickness is impressive. You moan at length, nails digging into his shoulders, as he stretches you progressively, inch by inch, until he is deeply buried inside you.

“Fuck so tight…” he growls, teeth clenched in pleasure. He remains still for a moment, savoring the sensation, then begins to move. Slow and deep thrusts at first, then more and more powerful. His second cock rubs perfectly against your clit with every movement, adding intense stimulation.

His four arms completely surround you: two on your hips to guide you, one on your neck to kiss you, and the last caressing your breast. He kisses you again, devouring your moans while he fucks you with an increasingly sustained rhythm.

“Take it all,” he murmurs against your mouth between two kisses. “Take your king’s cock like the good little concubine you are for me. I’m going to fill you until you can’t walk tomorrow.”

You pant against his lips, body completely overwhelmed. Each deep thrust drives his massive first cock to the very bottom of you. You feel it so thick, so long, that it directly touches the cervix of your uterus with every push.

The pressure is intense, almost too much, a mix of burning pleasure and a delicious slight pain that makes you tremble. Your belly swells slightly every time he sinks completely, as if your body is struggling to accept him entirely.

Every movement creates a perfect friction that sends electric shocks through your entire body.

“Sukuna… ahh… it’s too deep…” you moan, voice broken. He laughs lowly, a hoarse and satisfied sound, while accelerating the rhythm.

His hips slap against yours with more force. Your intimacy contracts violently around him, squeezing his veined length as if it refuses to let him go.

“You feel that?” he growls against your ear, nibbling your skin. “My big cock hitting the bottom of your belly. I’m touching your little uterus.”

His crude words make you moan louder. Your hands tremble on his chest, nails digging into his tattooed skin. The heat of his massive body, the smell of blood, sweat and sex, everything overwhelms you.

Sukuna slightly changes the angle of his hips, and suddenly every thrust hits that sensitive spot inside you even better. You cry out, body shaking. Your thighs tremble around him, your arousal flowing abundantly along his cock.

He fucks you harder, faster, using his four arms to hold you exactly how he wants. One of his upper arms slides between your bodies to pinch your clit between two fingers, rubbing it at the same time as his second cock stimulates it.

The pleasure rises quickly, almost unbearable. You feel your second orgasm approaching like a gigantic wave. “Sukuna… I… I’m going to cum…!” you sob, tears beginning to pearl at the corners of your eyes.

“Cum,” he orders in a hoarse and authoritative voice. “Cum on my cock like the good little favorite you are. Let me feel your pussy squeezing me.”

You cum.

The orgasm hits you with incredible violence. Your body arches violently, head thrown back. Your inner walls contract spasmodically around his thick cock, squeezing and pulsing as if you want to milk him.

Tears flow down your cheeks, a mix of overwhelming pleasure and raw emotion. Your hands desperately cling to his chest while you scream his name.

“Sukuna…! I love you…!” you sob between two spasms, voice broken by pleasure and tears. “I love you… mhh- I love you so much…”

These words seem to strike him. Sukuna groans deeply, his massive body twitching beneath you. His four eyes widen slightly, then darken with an intense emotion he almost never shows.

He holds you tighter against him, his arms enveloping you while he continues to penetrate you through your orgasm, prolonging your pleasure until you are completely exhausted and limp against his chest.

“…Idiot,” he murmurs against your hair, his voice hoarse but strangely soft. He kisses your forehead, your temples, wiping your tears with one of his thumbs. “You cry while telling me that… You really are my only weakness.”

You remain nestled against his massive chest, body still shaken by light spasms, when Sukuna decides he is not done with you. In one fluid and powerful movement, he rolls you onto your back without fully pulling out of you.

He positions himself above you, placing you in missionary. His imposing body completely dominates you, his four arms resting on either side of your head and on your hips.

You are already hypersensitive after your intense orgasm. Your intimacy is still pulsing around his cock, swollen and ultra-sensitive. As soon as he moves slightly, a high-pitched moan escapes you.

“Sukuna… wait… I’m too sensitive…” you breathe in a trembling voice.

But he doesn’t listen. On the contrary, a carnivorous smile stretches his lips as he adjusts his position. He passes your legs over his hips, opening you completely to him, and sinks in with one deep thrust to the bottom.

“You’re going to take more,” he growls, voice thick with desire. “I want to feel you cum around me one more time. I want to get you pregnant.”

He begins to fuck you with passion, long, powerful and measured thrusts. Each push makes his hips slap against yours. His massive cock touches your cervix again, even more intense in this position. The sensation is overwhelming — you are overstimulated, every friction makes you jolt, tremble, and cry with pleasure.

“Ahh! Sukuna… it’s too much… too deep!” you sob, hands gripping his shoulders.

Your inner walls, hypersensitive, contract violently around him with every movement. Every time he sinks completely, an electric shock runs through your belly. Your clit rubs against the base of his second cock with every thrust, adding unbearable stimulation.

Sukuna looks you straight in the eyes, his four red eyes burning with a rare emotion. He lowers his head and kisses you deeply, swallowing your moans and your cries while continuing to pound you with passion.

His hips roll with force, but there is something different this time: it is no longer just raw desire, it is possessive, almost desperate.

“Look how you squeeze me…” he murmurs against your mouth between two kisses. “Even after cumming, your little pussy wants more. You were made for me.”

Your tears flow nonstop down your cheeks. The pleasure is so intense it almost becomes painful, but you don’t want him to stop. Your legs tremble around his hips, your nails scratch his tattooed back.

Sukuna gradually accelerates, his thrusts becoming deeper, faster. The room is filled with the wet sound of your bodies slapping, your high-pitched moans and his hoarse growls.

He slides one of his hands on your cheek, wiping your tears with his thumb while continuing to fuck you passionately.

“Listen to me,” he breathes against your lips, voice low and hoarse. “I love you.”

These words, spoken by the King of Curses, make you open your eyes wide despite the tears.

“I love you, little idiot,” he repeats louder, burying his cock to the bottom with every word. “You are the only one I love. The only one who can make me feel this. The only one I will never destroy.”

His words make you tip over. Your third orgasm hits you brutally, even more violent than the previous ones. You scream his name, body arched beneath him, your pussy contracting so hard around his cock that Sukuna groans at length, teeth clenched.

He holds you against him, his four arms completely enveloping you while he continues to pound you through your orgasm, prolonging your pleasure until you are completely exhausted, sobbing and trembling beneath him.

“I love you my king…” you murmur weakly between two sobs, completely overwhelmed by emotion and pleasure.

He kisses you tenderly on the forehead, then on the lips, finally slowing his movements to let you breathe. His massive body remains pressed against yours, his cock still deeply buried inside you, throbbing.

“I know,” he murmurs against your skin, his voice softer than it has ever been. “And I will never let you go. You are mine. Forever.”

His movements become more erratic, deeper. You feel his dick swell even more inside you, throbbing violently against the hypersensitive walls of your intimacy. Every thrust makes your whole body tremble.

Sukuna buries his face in your neck, his teeth brushing your skin while his hips slap harder against yours. His growls become rougher, more animal.

“I’m going to cum…” he growls against your ear, voice broken with pleasure. “I’m going to fill you to the bottom, my darling…”

You can only moan weakly, completely overwhelmed. Your hands slide over his back, clinging to him as if your life depends on it. You feel the pressure rising in him, his muscles tensing under your fingers.

With one final powerful and deep thrust, Sukuna sinks all the way in, the head of his cock pressed directly against your cervix. He cums in a long and guttural groan that vibrates through his entire chest.

You feel the hot and abundant jets of his cum pouring into you, thick, burning, filling your belly with powerful pulses. There is so much that you feel completely flooded.

His second member also throbs against your clit, spreading its hot seed over your belly and chest in long jets.

Sukuna continues to move slowly while he cums, as if to push his seed as deep as possible inside you. His four arms hold you firmly against him, keeping you prisoner under his massive body while he empties himself completely.

When he finally finishes, he remains buried inside you, his cock still throbbing, refusing to pull out. He collapses slightly on you, careful not to crush you completely with his weight. The mouth on his stomach gently licks your skin, tasting the sweat and traces of seed on your belly.

You stay like this for a long moment, only the sound of your panting breaths filling the room. Sukuna finally raises his head and looks at you. His four red eyes are softer, almost vulnerable.

He wipes your remaining tears with his thumb, then kisses you slowly, tenderly, a kiss very different from the previous ones: deep, languorous, filled with an emotion he only shows to you.

“You are mine,” he murmurs against your lips. “Not just my concubine. Not just my favorite. You are the one I love. The only one who can make me say such ridiculous things.”

You smile weakly, still trembling, exhausted but happy. Your hands gently caress his chest, avoiding his wounds which have almost finished closing.

Sukuna rolls onto his side without pulling out of you, pulling you with him so you end up lying on his chest. His four arms envelop you like a warm and protective cage. The mouth on his stomach lets out a hot and satisfied breath against your belly.

He slowly caresses your hair with one of his upper hands, his other arms holding you against him. The silence is peaceful, disturbed only by your breathing which gradually slows down.

After a long moment, he murmurs in a deep and serious voice:

“Marry me.”

You raise your head slightly, surprised. His four red eyes stare at you with a rare, almost solemn intensity.

“I want you to become my queen, not just my favorite. I will kill the other concubines. They serve no purpose. They are just useless objects. Only you matter. I will have them executed tomorrow morning.”

Your heart clenches. Despite the fatigue and the warmth of the moment, you gently shake your head. “No, Sukuna… please. Don’t kill them. They have done nothing wrong. They are just… there. I don’t want their blood to be shed because of me. Let them live. Send them far away if you want, but don’t kill them.”

He frowns, visibly displeased. The mouth on his stomach growls slightly.

“You are too soft,” he growls. “That’s why I love you.” He sighs, then finally nods reluctantly. “Very well. I will banish them from the palace tomorrow. But only you will remain by my side. Forever.”

You smile weakly and snuggle tighter against him, placing a kiss on his chest.

“Thank you… my king.”

Nine months later.

Spring bathed the palace in golden light. The cherry trees in the private garden that Sukuna had enlarged for you were in full bloom.

In the royal chamber, you were lying on the platform, exhausted but radiant, holding a small sleeping treasure against you.

Your daughter.

She was tiny, with a tuft of silky black hair, and two small red eyes that sometimes opened to observe the world with curiosity. Two tiny black marks, similar to very small tattoos, adorned her little arms. She had inherited her father’s strength, but also your gentleness.

Sukuna was sitting by your side, in his true form. Two of his arms held you against him, while another delicately supported your daughter’s head. For the first time in his long existence, the King of Curses seemed almost… peaceful.

“She is perfect,” he murmured, his voice low and awed. He brushed the little hand that had closed around one of his fingers. “She will probably be stronger than me. And as beautiful as you.”

You laugh softly, tired but happy.

“She will have your character… and I hope a little of my patience.” Sukuna leaned down and kissed your forehead with infinite tenderness, then placed a very soft kiss on your daughter’s forehead.

“I never thought this would happen to me one day,” he confessed. “Loving someone. Having a family. But you… you changed everything.”

You snuggle against him, your daughter nestled between the two of you. “We are a family now, Sukuna. You, me, and her.”

He tightened his arms around you, protective, possessive, but above all loving.

Outside, the world continued to fear the King of Curses. But here, in this room filled with light and cherry blossom petals entering through the window, he was no longer just a man. A husband. A father. He had finally found something more precious than power.

“I love you,” he murmured against your hair. “I love you too,” you replied smiling, eyes shining with happiness.

Your daughter let out a small sleepy sigh, as if she approved. And for the first time in centuries, the King finally felt complete.

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You looked at him carefully, almost waiting for him to realize he’d gone too far on his own (He didn’t.)

“She embarrassed me,” you said quieter this time.

“She does that with everybody. That’s her humor.”

“And somehow I’m supposed to just be okay with that?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You literally are.”

Sukuna sighed, rubbing a hand over his face like this conversation was exhausting him. “You’re acting like she murdered somebody.”

“And you’re acting like I’m crazy for being upset.”

“That’s not what I said either.”

“But it’s what you mean.”

The apartment fell quiet again, except for the TV that neither of you were watching anymore. Sukuna leaned back against the couch. “You take everything personally.”

Your face twisted immediately. That one hit hard because he knew that was something you were insecure about. Knew you worried sometimes that maybe you were too sensitive. Too emotional. Too much, and hearing it from him made your throat burn.

“Okay,” you said softly. That soft tone made his eyes flick upward again. You grabbed your phone from the coffee table.

“Where are you going?”

You laughed once under your breath. Not a happy laugh. “I don’t know. Away from you for, like, ten minutes before I say something mean.”

“You’re overreacting.”

“There you go again.”

You headed toward the bedroom, and he finally sat up properly. “Come on.”

“No.”

“You’re seriously this upset?”

You turned around so fast your hair whipped over your shoulder. “Yes, Sukuna. I am.”

Now he looked annoyed too. “Why the hell are you acting like I betrayed you?”

“Because you did.”

That shut him up. You could see it happen in real time. The irritation on his face faltering for just a second. But you were too upset now to stop. 

“I tell you somebody hurt my feelings, and your first instinct is to defend them instead of me.”

“She’s our friend.”

“And I’m your girlfriend.”

His jaw tightened. “You want me to lie to you?”

“I wanted you to care.” The room went completely still after that. You hated how emotional your voice sounded, aboslety hated how your eyes were burning now too.

You turned away before he could see it properly and walked into the bedroom, shutting the door harder than you meant to. Not slamming, but enough to show you were pissed. 

The silence afterwards felt awful.You sat on the edge of the bed, arms folded tightly over yourself, while trying not to cry over something so stupid, which somehow only made you more emotional. Because maybe it wasn’t stupid. You just wanted him on your side, that was all.

After a few minutes, the bedroom door creaked open. You ignored him. Sukuna stood there for a second before muttering, “You gonna ignore me now?”

You looked at the wall instead, making him click his tongue softly in response. Then you felt the mattress dip beside you.

“You’re dramatic.”

You wiped under your eye angrily. “Get out.”

“No.”

“You literally told me I was overreacting.”

“You are.”

You looked at him with watery, offended eyes.“Then leave me alone.”

Sukuna stared at you for a long second. And the second he noticed the tears properly, something in his expression shifted immediately. Tiny, but there.

“…seriously?”

You laughed bitterly. “Wow. Sorry my emotions are inconvenient.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“Then what did you mean?”

He looked uncomfortable now. Actually uncomfortable, which was rare since Sukuna was usually confident in every argument, every sentence, every opinion. But emotional stuff? Feelings? He handled them like they were bombs.

“I just…” He exhaled sharply. “I didn’t think it was that serious.”

“It mattered to me.”

His eyes flicked away, and that was the problem. To Sukuna, if something wouldn’t hurt him personally, sometimes he didn’t realize how deeply it could hurt somebody else. Especially you. Not because he didn’t care, but because he was stupid sometimes, especially with emotions.

“You know what sucked the most?” you said quietly.

He stayed silent.

“You didn’t even ask if I was okay.”

That one landed. You could literally see it. His shoulders stiffened slightly, expression tightening like he suddenly realized he messed this up badly.

“…shit.”

You looked down at your hands. “I just wanted you to take my side first.”

For once, Sukuna didn’t argue back immediately. Didn’t defend himself. Didn’t call you dramatic, instead he rubbed a hand over his mouth and muttered something under his breath. Then finally– 

“…I should’ve done that.”

You blinked. Sukuna rarely admitted fault immediately. The anger in your chest cracked a little, but only a little.

“You made me feel stupid.”

“I know.”

“You kept acting like I was insane.”

“I know.”

“And now I’m crying over dumb friend drama.”

“That part’s still kinda dramatic.”

You glared at him instantly.

“Ryomen.”

“Alright, alright.”

And finally, he moved closer. Big hands grabbing your wrists gently until your arms uncrossed from your chest.

“You know I hate when people upset you.”

“Could’ve fooled me.”

He rolled his eyes softly before pulling you toward him anyway.

You resisted for maybe three seconds.

Then you melted into his chest with a miserable sigh.

“There it is,” he muttered. “C’mere.”

“I’m still mad at you.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“You’re a jerk.”

“Mhm.”

You could hear his heartbeat through his hoodie. Steady, warm and annoyingly comforting. Sukuna rested his chin on top of your head before speaking more quietly this time.

“For the record… I didn’t like what she said either.”

You pulled back slightly. “Then why were you defending her?”

He looked annoyed at himself now. “Because I thought if I made it seem smaller, you wouldn’t feel as bad about it.”

Your eyebrows lifted. “That is the dumbest thing you’ve ever said.”

“Probably.”

“You thought invalidating me would help?”

“When you say it like that, I sound stupid.”

“Because you were stupid.”

He sighed dramatically. “Alright. Damn.”

You tried not to smile.

Tried very hard.

But Sukuna noticed immediately.

“There you go.”

“Shut up.”

One of his hands slid to your jaw, thumb brushing under your eye gently. His voice got quieter.

“I’m on your side, idiot.”

The softness of it made your chest ache, because Sukuna wasn’t naturally gentle. So when he was, it always felt important.

“You didn’t act like it.”

“I know.”

“And if someone embarrasses me again?”

His eyes darkened immediately. “Then I’ll tell them to shut the fuck up.”

You snorted.

“There she is.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your forehead before pulling you fully into his lap despite your complaints. “You done being mad now?”

“No.”

“Liar.”

“…maybe a little less mad.”

“That’s what I thought.”

You buried your face into his neck with a grumble while his arms wrapped tighter around your waist. And after another quiet second, he muttered against your hair–

“…sorry”

The anger finally disappeared completely after that.

You can barely hear Sukuna’s soothing words because your entire body is on fire, your heart thumping so hard you thought it would break free from your chest. You lowered your hand between your legs and gasped when you felt something solid and wet, something that was very obviously the top of a baby's head. Your baby.

You sucked in a sharp breath, eyes as wide as the moon. This couldn’t be happening right now, you had such terrible luck. You were far from ready to give birth, to be a mother and the thought of having her in a car in the middle of winter had you spiraling. You and Sukuna hadn’t even picked out a name yet.

“Ryomen..” You weeped, a drastic change from the slew of curses you had just been screaming. “She’s coming now. Pull over.”

He looks at you through the rearview mirror, red eyes wide as he processes what you just said. 

“What do you mean she’s coming now?” 

You glare at him because you didn’t fucking stutter and you were in no position to be repeating yourself when you could barely breathe. 

“I mean the baby is coming now!!” 

“Fuck! Hold on!” Sukuna pulled onto the side of the road, hands shaking as he turned on the hazard lights and put the car in park, running to the back door before yanking it open. 

His entire face was drained of color as he stared at you in disbelief, as if you had planned for it to happen this way. You were supposed to be in a hospital bed, surrounded by medicial professionals who knew what the fuck they were doing. Not laid out in the back seat of a frat boy’s car, minutes away from pushing out his baby. 

Sukuna immediately drops to his knees beside the opened back door and with trembling sweat stained hands, he starts to pull your leggings down and you freak out.

“WHAT are you doing?!” You smack his hand away and he scowls at you. How fucking dare he give you atittude while you were in active labor with his child. 

“If the fucking baby is coming then you can’t give birth with pants on, can you?” 

Your eyes water and your body shakes as sobs rack your body, hot tears spilling down your cheeks. Your hair was loose from its bun and sticking to the sides of your flushed face. He was right, of course he was but that didn’t bring you any comfort.

“Please.. I’m not ready.” 

Sukuna paused, his face softening just a little as he grabbed your hand and kissed the inside of your wrist, eyes locked on yours. You ignored how intimate it felt. “Hey. Look at me, please.”

And you do. His pink hair is a mess, you can see the sweat through his white compression shirt and he looked absolutely terrified. 

“You’re not fucking weak, do you understand me? It’s going to be okay. I’m right here and I’m gonna help ya through this, yeah?” Sukuna is relieved when you just barely smile with tear stained cheeks, because he was on the verge of losing his mind. This wasn’t supposed to be his life, but it was and he was trying his best not to spiral. 

You whimper and nod, letting him remove your pants and then your underwear. The cold air immediately hits you but you didn’t have enough time to acknowledge it before another contraction hit and you were screaming bloody murder, pushing down as hard as you could for six seconds, taking a sharp inhale once the contraction passed, letting your head rest on the carseat again. 

“You’re doing so well babe, such a good girl.” Sukuna tries his best to be encouraging but he was a business major, frat boy on his university’s soccer team. Nothing in his life had prepared him for this moment. He never even thought he’d have a kid, let alone be the one delivering it. His body between your legs, hands ready to catch his daughter, face pale at the sight of a small head of pink hair making its way out of you. 

The only things Sukuna knew about childbirth was that it was painful and it wasn’t supposed to happen in the backseat of his car. The sight left him unable to process what he was seeing, mind spinning with fear and concern for you and his child. 

“I hate you!” You scream, pushing down again as blood and fluids start to trickle down your legs, muscles on fire from the force you use, head pounding as the contraction tore through you. The sounds leaving your mouth are barely human. 

“I know, but I need you to keep pushing, alright? Hate me later.” Before you can protest, Sukuna’s running to the trunk and popping it open. He quickly grabs the baby bag and rips a blanket out of it before running back to you, trunk still wide open.

You push down again and Sukuna's back between your legs, blanket covering his hands as he stretches them and prepares to catch his baby. He has no idea what the fuck he’s doing, only that he probably shouldn’t let thing hit the ground. She was nearly out. Her head and shoulders free and Sukuna was amazed at how your body was stretching to its limit, bringing life into the world. 

“Almost there, she’s almost out now. S’proud of you babe.” 

You pushed one last time, lasting eight seconds this time before instant release washed over you and you let your body drop fully into the seat, fighting to catch your breath as a loud cry filled the car and outside. You were so exhausted, your entire body covered in sweat that you didn’t even care to cover yourself when someone came over asking if you needed help. 

Sukuna yelled at them to call for an ambulance as you looked down at him. He was attempting to wrap your crying daughter in a blanket and you smiled softly at the sight, eyes slowly shutting before your body went limp and everything turned dark.

One day later

You were dressed in a hospital gown, snug in your bed and arms heavy as you held your swaddled baby. Sukuna was standing over you, one hand moving up and down her chubby cheek in soft motions as she slept peacefully, oblivious to the sheer trauma you went through to bring her into the world.

Her hair was as pink as her fathers, her skin the same tan color as his, pink eyelashes long just like yours and your heart swelled. She wasn’t the perfect combination you thought she’d be. No. She was Sukuna’s spitting image, as if you hadn’t carried her for nine months and you felt like you were on cloud nine.

The lights in the room were dimmed and the afternoon sun spilled into the room, everything feeling peaceful and surreal. You were a mom now, no longer pregnant but holding a whole human you grew over the course of nine months, watching with hearts bursting in your eyes as she made soft coo’ing noises in her sleep. Tears brimmed as you leaned down and kissed her forehead, inhaling deeply to take in the fresh baby scent. 

“She’s so tiny.” You whisper, still unable to believe that she was yours and she was actually here. Your uterus no longer her home, your heart outside of your body. 

“Yeah..” Sukuna mumbles, never taking his eyes off of her. He was tracking every breath she took, timing them to make sure everything was normal and panicking when she stirs in her sleep, tiny fingers flexing as her chubby hand reaches and grabs onto his finger. 

Sukuna’s heart skips a beat, chest tight at the feeling of her little palm wrapped around his too large finger. When she starts to open her eyes, he slightly leans forward, completely mesmerized by the sight of his clone staring back at him. 

“Her eyes! She has your eyes too Sukuna, so unfair.” You feign jealousy, although your entire being filled with pride.

“Looks like me.” 

You look up at the man towering over you, his eyes locked directly on his baby and you can almost see the way he’s slowly melting despite his ever permanent mean mug, absolutely smitten over her. You hate how beautiful he looks, how every second that passes makes you fall more and more in love with him, knowing you’d never be more than co-parents. That Sukuna did not do relationships and you wouldn't be the one to change that, even if you birthed his child.

He lets his eyes wander to yours, a look you couldn’t quite make out flashing across his face before he’s leaning further down and placing a kiss to your forehead. “You did amazing. Thank you.”

Then he’s looking back at your daughter before you could respond and you’re biting your lip to fight back the tears and failing miserably. Sukuna doesn’t notice, his sole attention is on his daughter as you silently sob to yourself. The sight of the baby in your arms blurring.

“She’s perfect.”

“Hmm, yeah she is.” 

And you don’t see the way Sukuna’s looking at you. 

The next three days in the hospital were bliss, if you excluded the fact that you cried in the privacy of your room's bathroom whenever the sight of Sukuna being an attentive father overwhelmed you. He only left once for an exam and was right back at your side with lunch since you’d complained about the hospital food. 

You wanted to yell at him to stop being so caring when you both knew he could never give you what you actually wanted. It was cruel but even more pathetic that you enjoyed it, all but setting yourself up for failure. 

You were currently watching your brother sit in the corner of the room, holding your baby with a carefulness that almost makes you laugh. Sukuna is seated in the chair by your bed, failing miserably at pretending he wasn’t watching his frat brother with a promised violence in his eyes if anything happened to his daughter. 

“Does she have a name yet?” Nanami looks at you with soft eyes, pushing up his glasses to wipe at a stray tear before adjusting them again. You shake your head no, mind flashing back to the day your parents picked you up at the police station and how Nanami had always protected you.

You were only six when they died and their best friends took you in. You had lost your parents but gained a brother that day and to see him sitting there with your daughter in his arms, was nothing short of a miracle.

“Working on it now.” Sukuna huffs from beside you and you bite back a laugh at the way he was obviously seething with jealousy, as if he didn’t quite literally deliver her. 

You look down at the form that you and Sukuna were meant to fill out, and stare blankly at the empty spot that was meant for your daughter’s name. 

“What do you think?” You ask, looking over at him but he’s too busy staring at your daughter. “Ryomen..” 

“Hmm?” It takes a few seconds before he actually looks at you, his face softening just a little and you feel embarrassed at your appearance. You were dressed in a sweatsuit, makeup free and your hair pulled into a messy braid behind your head. Your face heats when he doesn’t break your gaze, simply shrugging. 

“That’s your response?” 

“I told you already. It’s up to you, doesn’t make a difference to me. You carried her and pushed her out. Although I would like her to have both of our last names, for legal reasons.” 

You nod in agreement. You weren’t Sukuna’s wife, nor did you share the same last name and the idea of your daughter only having his disturbed you. But the fact that he had the same thought, that he considered you as well had your face burning. 

“Mkay.” 

You thought it over for the next ten minutes until an option popped up, one you had considered over the past three months but was hesitant about.

“What about (daughter's name) Itadori? It’s my birth mothers name and I'd like to honor her since she can’t be here.” 

He whispers the name a few times while looking at his daughter who was sound asleep in her uncle's arms. You started to grow nervous until he made a humming sound. 

“Do you like it?” You bite your lip and roll the pen in your hand, anxiety eating at you because what if he didn’t like it? 

“Hmm, it fits her.”  

The knot in your chest loosens immediately and you hated how badly you wanted his validation. He wasn't your man, you didn’t need his approval but you still craved it. It was pathetic. 

After Nanami leaves it’s just you three again. You’re breast feeding your baby while Sukuna finishes packing your bags. You’re finally being released from the hospital and it terrifies you because it means you and Sukuna are on your own. There won’t be nurses there to help you if you can’t swaddle the baby properly or get her to latch on, which you had been struggling with. 

It would just be you three in your little apartment, two college students playing at being parents. Sukuna was still in a frat, would he put his responsibilities to his fraternity over you and your shared daughter? You knew the kind of person he was and while he did slow down with the parties since you told him you were keeping the baby, a part of you worried he’d realize he was in over his head and bail. 

“Ready?” Sukuna asks softly, the back of his finger rubbing at his daughter’s cheek as you pull your nipple from her mouth but his eyes are locked on yours. You only hum and wipe at the escaped milk falling from her mouth, her eyes shut tight as she smiled at something in her sleep. 

You hear Sukuna take in a sharp breath and when you look at him you swear his eyes are watering but he doesn’t give you enough time to really notice. He was shrugging her baby bag over his shoulder and leaving the room to let the nurses know you were all set. 

You felt silly as an attendant pushed you down the hall in a wheelchair, Sukuna walking in front of you with your daughter strapped safely in her carseat, pink blanket thrown over her legs and arms, a matching pink hat keeping her head warm. You had just given birth a few days ago but the way you were aching at the sight of him holding a carseat, muscles flexing under his long sleeved shirt as he held tightly, hat on backwards and reminding you that he was still the same fratboy you met nine months ago, was concerning.

He’s doing the most aggressive new-dad walk you've ever seen and the sight is delicious. He’s moving away from anyone that brushes past him, hand gripping the carseat handle as if he were escorting the head of state and not his newborn daughter. You laugh as an older man stares in shock, eyes flicking between Sukuna’s tattooed face and the small bundle he was carrying. He only looks away when the 6’5 man shoots him a dirty glare. 

Then you know you’re totally fucked when he secures the baby in the car and then comes back around and lifts you out the wheelchair, smirking at the sound of you yelping and tighten his grip on you while being mindful of your belly. He carries you bridal style to the open back door and sits you next to your daughter and you’re so confused because this isn’t the Sukuna you met and heard rumors about. 

“Buckle up.” He tells you but he’s the one snapping the seatbelt into the buckle, making sure it’s tight enough around you as if you were a child. When you look at him with questioning eyes, he simply shrugs and says nothing.

The first week of parenting is full of sleepless nights and pathetic attempts at keeping up with your school work, grateful that all of your professors had been accommodating and understanding that you were still adjusting to motherhood.

Sukuna was gone for the first time since you’d been home from the hospital, no longer able to put off his responsibilities to the frat and his classes. He grumbled on and on, complaining that the baby needed him and school could wait until you reminded him that this was his last year of uni and it was important he didn’t fall off. The truth was, Sukuna had noticed a new sadness in your eyes. Though you were obviously just as in love with your daughter as he was, he grew concerned when he noticed you were hardly eating and biting at your nails more often than not. 

It was ridiculous because these weren’t things he’d notice with anyone else, it wasn’t something he cared enough about to pay attention to. But he cared about you, even if you were only the mother to his child. You held a spot in his heart no other woman had since before his mother abandoned him and Jin as children. 

He’d even overheard you crying in the shower last night, feeling guilty because he had no idea how to handle that and so he just walked away. Later that night he stood in your doorway watching as you slept, bassinet sat beside you on the bed as you insisted on keeping the baby close so you wouldn’t have to waddle to her room whenever she was due for a feeding. His heart cracking because he wasn’t good with emotions and he wished he knew how to help you but he had no fucking clue on what to do.

That guilt hadn’t disappeared the following night, which is why he was leaving before you woke from your nap, making sure to send you a text so you knew where he was. He sighed when he pulled up in front of the frat house, stomach twisting because this was the last place he wanted to be but maybe a party would distract him from the confusing feelings he had toward you. 

The thought of sleeping with someone else crossed his mind and it left him nauseous which only pissed him off more. You weren’t in a relationship so why did he feel this sick sense of disloyalty when he thought of fucking another woman? He was a damn good father and he treated you well, but that was as far as his responsibilities went. 

He could whore his way through campus if he wanted to and no one would say anything, there were no labels to your relationship. He reminded himself of that as he walked through the front door of the frat house, the music too loud and the drunk idiots around him grating on his nerves. He adjusted his glasses on his head, grabbing a beer from the cooler and moving through the house until he was in the backyard and staring at the sea of known and unknown faces swimming in the pool as if it weren’t winter and dancing around it.

There were red cups everywhere and it made him think of the second night home from the hospital when you both had been so exhausted at 2 am that you just started throwing diapers on the floor before Sukuna dragged himself out of bed a few hours later to pick them up. He didn’t realize babies peed and pooped as much as his daughter did. The memory almost made him smile before a glare spread across his face at the sight of Gojo making his way toward him with a shit eating grin, stumbling and spilling the alcohol from his cup. 

“IT’S MY NEW FAVORITE SINGLE DAD!” He yells and Sukuna wants nothing more than to drown him in that pool.

“I’m right in front of you dumbass, why are you screaming in my fucking face?” 

Gojo laughs and throws his arm around Sukuna, who surprisingly doesn’t push him off, just huffs and lets his friend pull him closer. “Why? Is the baby sleeping?” 

Sukuna’s eye twitches. 

“I’m just fucking with you. But seriously, what the hell are you doing here?” 

That was a good question.

A week ago, this would've been normal. A Friday night at a fraternity party. Music so loud it rattled the walls. Drunk people packed shoulder-to-shoulder in every room. Someone inevitably breaking furniture Sukuna or Gojo would have to replace to avoid getting chewed out by university officials. But everything felt wrong.

“I needed a break.” 

He pushes Gojo off him and walks away, cracking open his beer and chugging it like a freshman desperate to prove themselves. That was the truth, even if it was only half of it. Since his daughter was born over a week ago, his life had revolved around her and the woman sleeping in the second bedroom. Every morning he'd wonder if she had eaten enough, every afternoon he’d ignored his own tiredness and worried that you weren’t sleeping enough. Each night he’d lay in bed and listen carefully for sounds of a baby crying. 

It was fucking exhausting. Mentally and physically draining because the fact that all these good things were happening to him, soft things, was out of his norm and confusing. Everything about his life had been rough. Abandoned by his mother as a child, left with a neglectful father and then there was you.

Nanami’s sister who came into his life and made him feel things. The way you laughed at him when he panicked over every tiny thing. The way you'd looked at him in the hospital when he held his daughter for the first time.

It was becoming a problem because he didn’t do relationships. His parents were a piss poor example of love, people lied and disappointed each other all the time so he decided long ago that hook ups were better, simple and best for everyone involved. 

So tonight he was proving a point. He was still the same guy that could walk into a party, get shit faced drunk and then fuck a random woman for hours on end. Even if his stomach twisted in knots when another woman smiled at him and he forced himself to smirk back. Even if her face warped into yours as he pulled that same woman later that night towards his room.

When he closed his bedroom door, his heart sank and he felt his blood turning cold as she wrapped her arms around his neck and stood on her toes to kiss him. The last woman he had brought in this room was you all those months ago, when he lost all common sense and came inside of you not once but twice. 

Sukuna looked at her, leaning his head back just a little as she got closer and for a split second his brain made him hear your laugh. Big glossy eyes staring up at him, your nails digging in his hair and scratching just the way he likes. This woman wasn’t you and the comparison hit so hard it almost pissed him off. Especially when she reached up and pressed her lips against his and Sukuna stayed deadly still.

She was sticking her tongue out when he untangled her arms from around him and stepped back, head spinning with anger and another feeling he refused to admit. Why couldn’t you stay out his fucking head? Usually he’d already be rolling the condom on and fucking this woman until she couldn’t speak but now he was using the back of his hand to wipe the taste of her off of him. 

“Just not feeling it, sorry.” 

“Another woman?” She asked and her smile was kind enough but Sukuna didn’t answer, turning and leaving her in the room alone. 

He was sick with irritation that he felt like a cheater, annoyed he blew his own chances at getting laid and relieved that he didn’t fuck her. He checked his phone to see if you had texted, heart thumping when he saw your name. 

brat’s mom: have fun! {1 attachment}

And when he opened the picture he was instantly smiling, oblivious to the fact that people stared at him like he was insane. Ryomen Sukuna found smiling? Pigs were about to start flying. He didn’t care of course, because he was too busy looking at the picture of you on the couch, smiling softly with his daughter tucked against you, chubby cheeks pressing in your chest as she slept like an angel. 

You look tired but wholly beautiful and he wanted you so, so badly it hurt. 

sukuna: brats.

It was all he said but he hearted the picture and hoped you would understand how happy it made him to see it. He’d always been a shit communicator. 

He was too drunk to go home so he passed out on the couch until he was jumping out of his sleep at eleven in the morning, heart pounding hard and cursing as he looked for his phone and punched in the code with a force strong enough to almost break the screen protector when face ID failed. 

Two missed calls from you and one text from two hours ago.

brat’s mom: hey I was planning on getting coffee with my friends this morning. When do you think you’ll be back? It’s too cold to bring (daughters name) out.

“Fuck!” He tried to call you, snatching up his glasses and running out the door with his shoes untied, tripping over a pledge passed out on the floor. He kicked him, yelling at him to get out of the fucking way before bolting out the door and begging for you to answer. 

He hadn’t meant to sleep as long as he did, sleep deprivation getting the best of him. It hadn’t even been worth it because Sukuna had a raging headache and slept worse than he would with his daughter waking him every two hours. 

You didn’t answer when he called you a second and third time and he sped off in his car with panic and guilt taking root in his body.

“Come on (daughters name), please just help mommy out and latch.” You cried, tears streaming down your face as your daughter screamed, her chubby little face turning red with anger and hunger. Her fists were balled, her arms flailed in frustration as you moved your nipple toward her mouth. 

You had been trying to get her to latch properly for the last ten minutes but was failing miserably. You were in the process of pumping, bottle almost two ounces full when she woke from her sleep and immediately demanded to be fed. You were starting to notice that your daughter wasn’t a very patient baby and you cried in annoyance because you were supposed to be meeting your friends and had to cancel on them, even after they offered to come to you, desperate to finally meet your baby. 

Your shoulders shook as you sobbed helplessly, looking down at your daughter with harsh guilt. It had been a struggle getting her to latch since leaving the hospital, but she never took more than a few minutes before she was happily sucking away. Now your boobs were sore from the overflow of milk you were producing, sitting dormant and the breast pump brought you little relief. 

“Ok, just give me a second.” And she screeched louder when you laid her on the couch, still dressed in her cotton pink set you’d dressed her in earlier with a matching now. 

You ran to the kitchen and unscrewed the bottle from the pump, screwing the cap on with trembling hands before running back to your daughter. Just as you picked her up, Sukuna was tripping through the door with a look of panic, his pink hair wild on his head. 

You attempted to ignore him and the reality that he was hungover, sitting back on the couch and moving the bottle to your daughter's mouth. Her screams turned into soft whimpers before she went quiet, greedily drinking the small amount of milk you’d been able to pump. Just enough to keep satisfied for an hour or two.

“I-” He starts but you don’t let him finish, sending him a glare that told him you were fucking pissed and not to push you lest you snap his neck. 

“Don’t.” The single word cuts through the air and makes Sukuna freeze in the doorway before he realizes he’s letting in cold air and closes it, taking his shoes off and carefully stepping further into the living room. Moving lightly, as if every step he took could set off a ticking bomb.

“What happened?” He asks after a few moments, shifting awkwardly from one foot to the other, unsure of how to help at this point. Afraid of saying the wrong thing when you were in this state, knowing he was completely in the wrong and had no justification. 

You huff out a laugh. “What happened?” 

He glares, eyes squinting as he says “That’s what I asked.” and the fucking audacity has you fuming, ears heated as you keep your voice low in consideration of your currently calmed baby.

“I couldn’t get her to feed for ten fucking minutes Sukuna. You were too busy fucking other women and I was here, calling you for help while you ignored me and your daughter. I was alone, so thanks for that.” 

His guilt immediately turned to anger at the sound of you calling him by his middle, because you never call him that. But he wasn’t mad at you. Because of course he was wrong, he knew that, you knew that but unfortunately for him and you, sitting with guilt had never been something he was good at. 

“You weren’t alone.” He grumbles, running a hand through his tousled hair. 

Your leg stops shaking, hand tightening (only a little) around the bottle and a dangerous chill filled the room as you glared daggers at the man in front of you. If he was joking it wasn’t fucking funny and if he was serious then you’d just have to kill him. 

“Excuse me?” 

Sukuna sighs and runs a hand down his face, but he doesn’t back down because his anger is hot and had always been good at getting him in trouble. 

“You could’ve called someone.” 

You laugh louder than you meant to, your daughter stirring in her half sleep state reminding you that she was still there. You fight back the tears you feel burning in your eyes, not wanting to give this asshole the satisfaction of seeing you weak.

“I called her father.” 

You couldn’t tell him that you were also worried about him, how your mind raced when he didn’t answer your calls. You knew how crazy frat parties could get, what if he fell in the pool and drowned? Too drunk to swim to the surface while everyone around him was too drunk to notice him. 

It was too bad you both were angry and angry people didn’t always say the right things. Fuck this guy. You stood and stormed to your room, closing the door behind you and letting a few tears fall. 

You waited until your baby was done drinking, sound asleep again as you sat the bottle down and patted her back, stopping when she let out a little burp. As gently as possible, you kissed her cheek and laid her on her stomach in the bassinet on your bed. 

You were heated and far from done with Sukuna, leaving the door cracked back open and basically stomping into the living room. He was sitting on the couch now, elbows on his knees and his head in his hands.

“One week and four days.” You cross your arms and stand in front of him, ignoring how beautiful he looked, how you wanted to climb on his lap and ride him right there. "You've been a father for one week. You couldn’t even make it a month."

He’s standing now too, his hands balled at his side as he glares down at you, towering over you and forcing you to tilt your head back to stare up at him. 

“That’s not fair. I’ve been by your fucking side since we left that hospital, what else do you want from me woman?” 

“Fair?!” You yell back, your own hands now shaking at your side. “Are you serious Sukuna?” 

“Stop fucking calling me that!” 

“Fuck you dude!” 

Before he can stop himself he’s pulling you by your waist with both hands and you don’t stop him. He’s scowling down at you, upset at how beautiful you look even when you want to kill him and he hates himself for fucking up this badly. 

All the effort he put in to show you he was different had now seemed meaningless.

“You knew exactly who I was when you decided to keep her. You knew my reputation and that I partied and fucked around. You knew I wasn't some perfect fucking family man.” 

“Ryomen.” You whisper, eyes wide because the feeling of his hands on your body was sending you spiraling, making you forget that you hated his guts right now. His fingers digging lightly into your waist, face moving dangerously close to yours. 

He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes and exhaling before looking at you again. Your heart is going crazy, pounding so hard you could hear it in your ears, hear the blood rushing.

“I’m sorry, alright? You both deserve better than me but i’m what you got and i’m trying my best here so cut me some fucking slack.. Please.” He leans his forehead against yours and you’re crying and lightly shaking your head ‘yes’ because it was true. You knew the kind of person he was and you still wanted him anyway. He made you so fucking stupid.

“For the record I didn’t fuck anyone. Couldn’t even bring her to my room without seeing your fucking face, it was embarassing.” 

You release a shaky breath and nod again as his nose brushes against yours, anger still simmering in your chest. Neither of you move, though his hands on your hips tighten as he pulls you closer, flush against his chest. 

“I’m sorry.” He whispers again, one hand creeping up your back until he’s holding your head and rubbing his thumb up and down, sending chills through your body. When he’s sure you’re comfortable with that, he moves the same hand to your face, thumb rubbing across your bottom lip.  

“You already said that.” 

And his lips are just above yours now but you don’t move, and he’s slow enough to give you the opportunity to pull away. You don’t. Stupid.

“I know.” 

The kiss is soft, lacking the desperation usually present in your make out sessions and when he moaned against your mouth it was soft, more like a sigh of relief than anything. You’re kissing him back, hand moving to scratch at the back of his head just how he likes it and Sukuna is gone, all the fight leaving his body as he lifts you and smirks at the way your legs instinctively wrap around him. 

Neither of you say anything, Sukuna doesn’t even break your kiss as he starts walking you toward his room, tongue slipping in your mouth and he’s so fucking hard he feels like his cock is going to rip through his sweats. He knows it’s too soon to fuck you but there were other ways he could show you just how sorry he was. 

Your eyes roll back when you feel his hand snaking under your shirt and up your back. When he found your bra he unclasped it, letting it fall to the ground between your bodies and your nipples were instantly cold from the milk that had started to leak. 

“In so much pain.” You pushed your chest against his, hoping he’d know what you meant because you would die before saying it out loud. “Need you to fix it.” 

His pupils are blown, a smug smirk forming on his face and you hate the way your cheeks heat in embarrassment. ‘Yeah? Fuck, baby- i’ve been waiting for this day.” 

He sets you on the bed gently, laying your body back as he climbs over you, making sure to be careful of your belly that hasn't completely gone down yet. You’re so desperate that you push him back and sit up, ripping your shirt off before throwing it across the room and laying back down. 

Sukuna’s eyes are trailing over your body and he’s taking in a deep breath when they land on your still leaking nipples. You swear his eyes almost roll back but then he’s on you, kissing you with a need that rivals your own, tongue slipping in your mouth as he reaches a hand up and squeezes your boob. 

When you hiss out in pain, he look at you with concerned eyes and fuck, you hate when he looks at you like he cares. Like you actually mean something to him. “That bad?” You nod and then he’s wasting no time, moving his head down until he’s hovered over your chest. 

“Which one hurts more?” He asks and when you point to your left one, he’s popping the nipple in his mouth, sucking hard hand lightly caressing it to coax the milk out. 

The relief isn’t immediate. It takes a few moments before the milk lets down and starts flowing into his mouth and Sukuna is grinding his hips half into the mattress, cock leaking precum already. 

“Taste ‘s sweet, mmm fuck.” He flicks his tongue against your nipple and you cry out, one hand in his hair and the other moving to touch your pussy that’s clenching against literally nothing. You felt so desperate, so needy and this wasn’t enough. 

Sukuna is lost, drinking to his heart's content and savoring every drop your body gives him. If someone had told him this would be his life right now, he’d laugh in their face and tell them they were fucking stupid. Now here he was, humping his mattress and sucking the milk from your tits, loving every second of it. Your cries and moans filling his head with awful, possessive thoughts. 

He moves to your other boob and sucks until you’re completely satisfied and he feels so fucking full on your milk, so fucking filthy but he doesn’t care. Gladly licking at the corners of his mouth to greedily lap up whatever he missed. 

When he’s done he sits up on his knees, looking down at you with pride and lust. You were so fucking perfect even after carrying his child and he was possessed with a need to do it again. To stuff you full until you were pregnant again. He ignored that thought and moved your hand from your leaking cunt, letting his own fingers take over. 

“M’ not done yet baby.”

Before you can process what’s happening, Sukuna is lifting you, and flipping your body so that he was laid on the bed and you were seated on his lap, his hard cock rubbing so beautifully against your needy pussy.  

“Ride it.” His large hands grip your ass and drag you up his length and you’re crying out, head thrown back as you start to slowly move your hips back and forward. 

“Uhhhh, oh g-god.” You sob, the feeling euphoric as you grind down harder, upset that you weren’t healed enough to really fuck him. You started mentally counting down the days until he could fill you again, taking what you could get from now. 

Sukuna moves a hand to grope your tit, squeezing lightly and rubbing the drop of milk across your nipple. It was animalistic and you should be appalled but you only cried louder, moving your hips faster. His hand was helping you, pulling your body back and forth as he grinded his hips up into you. 

“Miss you s’much baby, need to feel you around me.” 

You grind faster, angrier because you remember that you’re supposed to hate him right now and he deserves to be punished. You lean forward, hands gripping at his shoulders as you move your hip back back and forth, feeling his cock grow impossibly harder and you have him right where you want him.

“I’m so close!” You cry as that all too familiar knot starts to form in your stomach. Sukuna’s holding your hips with both hands now, mouth slightly open and his face flushed with his impending release. He’s pulling you desperately against him, only lifting his lips a little to add more pressure and you tuck your head into his neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark as your orgasm crashes into you. 

“Ryo! Oh god, I'm cumming!” 

It’s desperate, the way you rock into him, white pulsing pleasure ripping through you as you experience your first post-birth orgasm. Sukuna’s hands tighten around your hips, and he’s pushing into you to help you ride it out. 

“Don’t stop, m’gonna cum in my fucking pants.” 

Fuck him. As soon as your high dies down, you’re pulling your body off of his and laying on the bed next to him. He’s pissed, you can practically feel the heat radiating off his body. You ignore him, closing your eyes and smiling in victory as he huffs out a breath in annoyance. 

“That’s fucking cruel.”

It’s Monday again and Sukuna’s getting ready for his morning lecture, running about the apartment and packing his daughter’s baby bag, making sure the bottles you pumped the previous night were stored correctly. It took a lot of convincing, but you finally agreed to let him take the baby to university with him. It was just for the first class, long enough to allow your still healing body to actually rest. 

When you asked him if he was concerned about what everyone would say, he dead panned you, annoyed you’d even ask him such a stupid question. “When have I ever given you the impression that I give a fuck what others think?” 

And he never did, which is why he’s strapping his daughter into her carseat, letting his long finger rub at her cheek as she stares at him with his eyes just like his. His heart skips a beat, like it always does whenever she looks at him like he was someone of importance. Like he wasn’t an asshole to everyone but her. 

“Ready brat?” He adjusts the hat on her little head, making sure her mittens are secured and her blankets are tucked properly and keeping her warm. He sighed as he double checked her straps, ensuring that she wouldn’t accidentally fall out and left out the door, careful to not wake you. 

The drive to the school takes longer than necessary, Sukuna refusing to drive a mile above the speed limit without you back there with the baby. When he finally pulls into the university parking lot, he’s almost late to his lecture. He’s rushing out the car, pulling his daughter’s carseat and making sure she was ok. Sound asleep.

He only realizes he forgot her stroller when he’s walking to the building his class is taking place in. 

"Fuck."

A student walking past glances over. Then he does a double take. Then a triple take. Because Sukuna, known playboy, frat menace, and soccer star, is carrying a baby carseat!

The student nearly walks into a trash can but Sukuna keeps walking and ignoring the many stares he gets, picking up his pace to get his daughter out of the cold even though he had put three blankets over.

One guy even says “No fucking way.” Sukuna just rolls his eyes and looks down at his daughter. She’s sound asleep but when her little mouth opens and she yawns, tiny pink tongue covered in leftover milk from her morning feed, his chest almost caves in. 

"Is that a baby?"

"No way that's his."

"Holy shit that's Sukuna."

"I thought the pregnancy rumors were fake."

It’s the same thing over and over and Sukuna grows annoyed and overly protective of his tiny cargo, snapping at an innocent freshman that stares a little too long. 

"What?" He stops walking, staring right back at him.

"N-Nothing."

"Then stop fucking staring."

By the time he makes it to his lecture hall, the professor is setting up slides and the room is quieting down. People stare as he moves down the stairs, eyes looking for a spot to sit when he spots an open seat by Gojo, Geto and Choso, the white haired moron grinning and waving him over. 

He ignores the looks he’s getting and moves into the aisle, walking until he’s near his friends and sitting down with an annoyed huff. He places the carseat and baby bag on the ground next to his feet and pulls his laptop from his bag, checking to make sure his daughter was still asleep before opening the docs app to take notes. 

When he looks up the professor is smiling at him but says nothing. Gojo nudges him when he doesn’t look and Sukuna is reluctantly looking at his friend who he really didn’t have the energy to deal with. 

“What the fuck do ya want?”

Gojo smirks while Geto and Choso frown at their friend, leaning forward in their seats to try to get a view of the baby. Sukuna had only sent a picture in their group chat after she had been born and left it at that. 

“We want to see the baby dude, we don’t care about you!” Geto shrieks and Sukuna smirks, pride creeping out before he could stop it. 

“Tough shit, she’s sleeping and I'll tear you apart if you wake her up.” He adjust the hat on his head and starts typing, pretending as if the men didn’t exist. Only an hour to go.

About twenty minutes into the lecture, the baby stirs and makes a noise and Sukuna immediately stops typing. His friends snap their heads toward her, as well as the random woman to his left. She’s not crying, just staring at the fluorescent lights and making the cutest newborn sounds, a mitten covered hand escaping the blanket. 

“Oh my god.” Gojo cries, hearts forming in his blue eyes as the others nearly break their necks to look. 

Sukuna frowns at the baby, reaching down to unbuckle her as the professor continues her lecture. He’s careful when he lifts her and she’s doing the newborn stretch, her little body scrunched up before settling in his her fathers arms. Sukuna wants to cry. 

“She’s so tiny!” Choso coos and Sukuna fights the urge to say no shit. His friends meant no harm, at least that’s what you would say so he bites his tongue. 

His little mini lets out another tiny noise and blinks up at him with those stupidly familiar eyes.

His eyes.

It still baffled him that this tiny person was half him, that she was his spitting image, something so innocent in the hands of someone like him. She was perfect and he was terrified of ever disappointing her, of being the man his father was-

Gojo is clutching Suguru's arm so hard the other man looks seconds away from throwing him through a wall.

"Look at her."

"I'm looking."

"Look harder!"

Sukuna holds her with one arm, the other reaching into the baby bag to pull out a clean blanket. He lays it across his chest and places her on it, hand holding her bum, chin resting lightly on the top of her head as he attempts to pay attention to the professor. 

Gojo reaches a hand forward and before Sukuna can yell at him to put hand sanitizer on before he touches his daughter, she’s wrapping a gloved hand around his pale finger. Gojo looks like he just witnessed the creation of the universe. 

“She knows who her godfather is.” Sukuna doesn’t respond to that, only pulling his daughter closer to his chest and letting the man believe whatever he wanted to.

Ten minutes later, the pink haired newborn is falling asleep again when the girl to the left speaks up and Sukuna almost rolls his eyes. Has no one seen a fucking baby before?

“Aww she’s adorable!” The woman reaches a hand out to touch his daughter and Sukuna acts on instinct, grabbing her wrist and pushing it away. 

The woman is flustered but obviously can’t take a hint because she continues babbling, oblivious to the child’s father’s rising anger. 

“What’s her name?” 

Sukuna grumbles and keeps his eyes on the front of the class, half paying attention as his daughter squirms on his chest, but stays sound asleep. 

“(Daughter's name).” 

“That’s such a beautiful name! I actually have an aunt with the same one-”

His baby coo’s in her sleep, still gripping Gojo’s finger, the man refusing to move even if his muscles were growing sore, using his other hand to clumsily type on his laptop. 

"Awww, that’s too cute. Do babies always make that noise?"

Sukuna is immediately overwhelmed and wishes she’d stop talking to him so he could actually fucking focus.

"What the fuck do I know?"

She laughs. “You’re her dad silly! So is her mom around?” 

Sukuna lets a small smirk form at the thought of you, mindlessly listening to the professor talk about economics while tracking his daughter's breathing. 

“Yeah, my girlfriend is around.” 

The woman’s eyes widen as she snaps her head forward and finally listens to what the professor is saying. She didn’t look at him for the rest of the class. Sukuna thinks this is going to be the longest three months of his life until he graduates, if this is what he has to deal with. 

note: the picture change!! 🥹 we've entered fratkuna's dad era. i'm so grateful for @495lz for creating this masterpiece for my series, shout out to them! also, what would you name yours and sukuna's baby? tell meeee (mine is ayame) 💖

You would say that you’re avoiding him, but avoiding doesn't seem like a strong enough word for what you’ve been doing.

You’ve made yourself practically invisible.

I mean, it’s not like many people saw you before, but now, you can’t remember the last time you actually saw one of the servants.

You make yourself as scarce as possible, moving silently, getting your own food, doing your hobbies in the dead of night.

You’re practically nocturnal at this point.

You’ve spent days doing nothing but crying, upset at Sukuna, the world, and yourself for falling for him so hard. 

You know you’re an idiot for believing you were special, believing you actually meant something to him.

But you didn’t think his words would hurt you this much.

You haven’t been in the garden since you last spoke with him, choosing to stay locked up in your room instead.

Sukuna hasn’t called for you, not that you expected him to.

You shove that thought from your mind, eyes moving to look at the clock on the wall.

It’s nearly eleven. 

You sigh, pushing yourself to your feet and stretching out your achy limbs. You should probably grab something from the kitchen, considering you haven't eaten all day.

You exit your room, carefully shutting the door, keeping your footfalls almost silent.

You’re halfway to the kitchen when a sound makes you still, your breath catching in your throat as you immediately stop, shoving yourself to the nearby wall.

Why did you have to have a room near Sukuna’s? This is torture.

You take a deep breath, calming both your nerves and heart.

Then you take a step forward, risking a look around the wall, into the hallway that leads to his room.

If your breath wasn’t caught before, it is now. 

There’s a woman, one you’ve never seen before. Her long black hair flows over her shoulders, down her back, almost falling to her knees. 

Her outfit shines in the dark light of the candles–a short black skirt rests against her legs, barely making it to mid thigh. Her top is strapless, a simple black wrap, but she pulls it off extremely well. She also wears shear-glittering sleeves that practically rest floating over her shoulders.

Gods, she’s beautiful.

Your eyes wander a little further, eyes straining to see in the dark lighting of the night. 

The woman moves, walking silkily backwards, manicured fingers… gripping onto the hem of Sukuna’s silk pants, pulling him closer to the doors of his room.

You’re going to vomit.

He looks at her with a smirk, eyes dragging from the tops of her hips to the soft point of her lips, gloss shining there.

Both anger and betrayal rushes through your veins. You know you shouldn’t feel this way, he explicitly said he didn’t want you, yet tears still prick your eyes.

You bite down on your lips, feeling the metallic taste of blood taint your tongue.

Why does it hurt so much?

Your eyes drag to Sukuna, who stares at the woman, apart from the smirk, his expression is unreadable, eyes devoid of emotion…

It rips at your heart, noticing how his hand raises, fingers dragging down her arm, before gently settling his hand on her back.

He’s never looked at you that way, never touched you like that, never guided you to his room in that manor.

You don’t know why, but a vile, icky part of you deep down, wishes he would’ve done that with you.

Would’ve stared at you with lustful eyes, would’ve run his hand down your spine, would’ve leaned in close to kiss your neck.

But he never did. Not once did he look at you with anything more than… fondness?

You’re grateful for that, you truly are. But Gods you wanted more.

You wanted him to be yours, to belong to only you, even if that want was idiotic. He’s the King of Curses afterall.

But when you found out he dismissed all his other concubines… You thought you might’ve had a chance.

Now you realized how dumb it was to believe that.

You know you should continue on to the kitchen, or better yet go back to your room, but your feet stay planted against the floor, breath stilled, as if breathing might make your chest collapse.

The weight of the sight in front of you makes your chest feel heavy, tears now falling silently down your cheeks.

You feel like you’re suffocating, eyes forcing themselves shut as you breathe, a sharp intake of breath leaves your lips, far louder than you meant.

Your eyes snap open, meeting Sukuna’s features as you shove one foot in front of the other, you cross the hallway, wiping the tears from your cheeks as you practically shove through the doors of the kitchen.

For just a moment, you swear you hear footsteps getting closer, but they fade just as quickly as they started.

Oh Gods oh Gods, fuck.

My lips part, breath coming out strained as I stare at the doors that lead to the kitchen.

The feeling of the woman’s touch fades, my thoughts now completely consumed by them. Oh Gods. They saw... This.

I can feel nails drag up my arm once more, but I can’t bring my gaze to meet hers.

I’m an absolute idiot. I don’t know what I was thinking.

Well, what I was thinking was that I needed something to occupy my mind, something to get my retched thoughts away from them…. To move on.

It was working, for about two whole minutes.

Then, I saw their face, cheek splotchy with tears, eyes all big and wide, mouth parted in nothing but pure shock.

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t get at least some sort of sick satisfaction seeing them like that, because of me.

But mostly, it makes my heart clench painfully in my chest. 

Like someone reached their heart into my abdomen, and twisted, yanking it out with no mercy. 

I wonder if I looked down, would I see blood?

The woman next to me grows quickly impatient, tugging on my arm, doing her best to grab my attention.

I have half a mind to get rid of her, run over to them and pull them into my arms, wiping their tears away with soft, gentle hands.

But I don’t. For some Gods awful reason, I don’t.

Instead, I turn, locking eyes with the desperate woman before me. It's now that I realize I don’t know her name. I never asked for it.

Her eyes shine in the light, but they’re nowhere near as pretty as yours. Her hair falls down her back in soft tresses, but it doesn’t catch my attention.

She’s a means to an end. I don’t want her, I never did.

She’s not you.

I shove the thought to the farthest depths of my mind, and grab her arm, before pulling her into my room.