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It is rather uncharacteristic of you, really, visiting the hotel’s bar. But you forgot to get your sleeping pills refilled last week so now you were stuck with a very annoying case of having troubles getting some shut-eye.

Light jazz plays from the speakers surrounding the room, quite in the late hour, enough for the night howls to carry on their conversations without having to strain their vocal chords. You read somewhere, months ago, that a glass of red wine helps with sleep. You’re not sure about that, but you hope that the placebo effect will be enough if you really put your mind into it.

What you don’t expect to see is a familiar head of blonde hair, sat at one of the stools by the counter cradling a short glass of amber liquid. You get half a mind to leave, but he turns his head then, and the flicker of recognition in his eyes singlehandedly nukes your great escape plan.

You don’t want to run because you hate your captain, you want to run because you like him too much. Shared laughter in a too-tight cockpit over cheap tea in paper cups isn’t your idea of a great love story, on top of it being highly unprofessional. Still, you can’t back down now, forcing your lips into a smile as you make your way to him.

“Captain,” you bow your head politely. “is this seat taken?”

“Not at all,” he replies, voice smooth and warm like the whiskey he’s sipping on. He wraps his hand around the backrest of the stool next to his, holding it out for you to sit. “And it’s Kento, we’re not at work.”

“Right,” you chuckle, settling down. “Thanks, Kento.”

He eyes you for a moment, brows knitted almost imperceptibly. Like he can’t understand why you’re not as chatty as you usually are during flights. He doesn’t want to assume the worst, yet.

“Troubles sleeping?” He asks, both because he wants to attempt to start a conversation, and because he assumed by your attire— slightly oversized t-shirt (he definitely didn’t notice you’re not wearing a bra) and your uniform skirt, which he imagines you put on in hopes to look presentable for a hotel bar at almost 1am.

“Yeah,” you sigh, moving your attention to his glass. “Same problem?”

“Same problem,” he nods. Kento didn’t even try to get into his pajamas before coming down here, simply ditching his suit jacket and tie, and letting the top two buttons of his shirt undone. “They say whiskey helps, but I’m a pilot, not a doctor.”

“I’ve read wine works wonders,” you mirror his joking tone. “I guess it’s for the best neither of us tried for med school, huh?”

“Agreed,” he chuckles, then beckons the bartender to ask him for a glass or red wine— the good one. You turn to look at him. “I hope you’re not—”

“My treat,” he interjects. “Tab’s open anyway, and I don’t mind buying you a drink.”

Your blink at him a couple times, lips parted in quiet surprise. The way he said it sounded…serious, like he was trying see if you would’ve minded having him buying you a drink. Brushing his foot over the line, wondering if you were going to meet him in the middle.

“That’s very kind, Kento,” your voice drops to a purr. You meet him in the middle, then pull him all the way over the edge with you. “I hope there’s some way I can pay you back?”

ᯓ ✈︎ ⋆°•☁︎

“Fuck!” Your head falls against the stiff pillow, eyes squeezed shut as your hands paw at your captain’s shoulders.

He did look big, stuffed in that uniform, but it didn’t prepare you for how mouth watering he actually looked. And how fucking hot he looks with his head between your thighs, big arms keeping you flush against his hungry maw. Fingers digging and kneading the fat ad his tongue laps at your drooling hole, uncaring for the sap clinging to his cheeks, his chin, trickling down his throat.

A glass of wine had turned into two, and you had confessed that being so close to him in that small cockpit all the time flustered you. He’d asked if he was doing something wrong, that he could come off as harsh at times, without meaning to. You’d let it slip that you found it extremely attractive.

And that, had you slip right into his bed.

“Taste s’ good, knew you’d be a delicacy,” Kento murmurs against your puffy folds, before his tongue swirls around your hole, and drags your slick up to your clit. You whine, teeth digging into your bottom lip to keep quiet. He’d mentioned on your - rather wobbly - way from the elevator to his room that Takuma was staying next door, so you were being mindful of that.

“K-Ken…if you keep that up I’ll—”

“But that’s what I want,” you swear you feel his lips curl into a pout. “And then I want you to do it again, and again and again and again—” he cuts himself off to lick a looong stripe over your slit, making you keen. His thumbs peel your folds outwards, exposing you to his ravenous mouth even further.

He’s devouring you, but there’s a reverence in the way he touches you, like a big dog understands he has to be careful when playing with another dog that’s much smaller.

It’s not long before you crash into your first orgasm. Thighs shaking and squeezing his head, but it’s like he doesn’t even notice as he works you through each wave, drinking everything you give him, like a merciful goddess blessing a loyal and devoted priest.

Once you come down from your high, you feel Kento peppering kisses all over your inner thighs, your hips, your lower stomach.

“Ken,” you murmur softly. “That was amazing.”

He smiles, a controlled angle you’re not sure his lips are able to exceed. “I’m glad,” he rests his cheek against your leg. “Would you like to continue?”

Your mouth waters at the prospect. “Yes, please.”

Not only was your captain hot, and good at eating pussy, but he was also big. Not like, monster big that could send you to the ER, but a decent size and girth that would guarantee to make you see stars. A pretty shade of pink at the tip, already oozing a bead of pre.

He settles between your thighs, looming over you a bit awkwardly, before you break the tension, arms wrapped around his neck to pull him down, meeting him in a sweet kiss. It doesn’t stay sweet for long, your taste on his tongue dizzying while it tangles with yours, warm palms cupping your breasts, kneading gently.

You arch into him, hips meeting his, needy for more friction. But then Kento breaks the kiss with a gasp, cursing under his breath.

“Sorry, I…well, I don’t usually do this when I’m working…or off of work, for that matter,” he mutters. “So I don’t bring condoms with me.”

A wave of relief washes over you, brain already jumping to the worst possible conclusions. “I’m on the pill,” you chuckle reassuringly. “And I’m clean, haven’t been with anybody since my last checkup, so—”

He kisses you again, more urgent this time, a hand cradling your cheek while the other grabs your hip to keep you still as he lines up with your center. The first push knocks the oxygen out of your lungs.

Nails scrambling for purchase on Kento’s shoulders, he moves to whisper against the shell of your ear. “Please tell me if i’m hurting you. Stop me when it’s too much.”

In a way, it was too much.

Too good.

The stretch was delicious, gummy walls enveloping his girth to hug him like a glove. “Don’t stop,” you breathe, meeting his eyes. “Don’t you dare stop.”

His lips twitch, and then he’s pushing in again. When he finally, finally bottoms out, he’s the one who’s left breathless. “F-fuck, you feel heavenly,” he says through gritted teeth, making a visible effort to not embarrass himself. “Been so long since…raw…”

Even words were failing him.

You were fluttering around him like crazy, as if begging to milk him, and your nails grazing up and down his biceps, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake, were not helping. “Please, Ken,” you whine, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “Need you.”

He would be damned if he wasn’t going to do his best to please you.

As soon as he was in the clear, he didn’t hold back. Pulling out almost all of the way before he slams right back in, your teeth bite into the juncture of his neck, muffling a scream. He waits exactly two seconds to make sure he’s not hurting you, then sets a pounding, merciless pace.

Your legs are wrapped tight around his hips, ankles locked to keep him close. When he’s not kissing you, Kento is simply admiring you, awestruck, from your shut eyes, to the pretty ‘o’ shape your lips are making, to your tits bouncing with every thrust.

If he were to tell himself from two years ago that he was going to finally shoot his shot with you, let alone make love to you, he would’ve probably passed out.

“Fuck— ngh, Ken, right there!” You moan, hips bucking up, trying to get him to piston right into the bullseye of your sweet spot. He tries his best to understand where that is through his foggy mind, but your pitched whines guide him.

“Oh, oh my god,” you heave harder now, big eyes staring up into his, brows knitted in a plea. “So close…’m so close, Ken, please!”

He’s nearing the finish line as well, but he can’t let himself come before you. So he pushes a fat thumb past your lips - has to close his eyes while you suck on it or he will come - then starts rubbing your puffy clit once it’s all slick with your spit.

Thankfully you were very close, only needing one final coax into your second orgasm of the night. Kento can only resist a couple more twitches of his hips before he follows, the way you’re clamping down on him impossible to fight. So you’re desperately rutting into each other through your shared high, open mouthed kisses everywhere you can reach, hands grabbing and groping and holding close.

When Kento collapses, he has both his arms around your waist, dragging you with him as he drops to the side. He slips out of you naturally as he goes soft, and you can feel the warmth of his cum slowly oozing out of your hole.

“That was—”

“Amazing,” he finishes for you, repeating your words from earlier. “Truly amazing.”

You nuzzle your head under his chin, rubbing your cheek against his neck teasingly before looking up at him. “Careful, captain,” you grin. “Or I might start thinking that you like me.”

He meets your gaze, eyes holding so much softness you feel like you’re stumbling. “You don’t know the half of it,” he murmurs, then presses a kiss to your forehead. “How about we get you cleaned up? I’ll go run us a bath, then we seriously need to sleep.”

Shit, you’re both working in the morning.

┊┊a/n. i know i was supposed to post the poll winner fic. however this took the priority and i'm petty because y'all made choso win :(

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It is rather uncharacteristic of you, really, visiting the hotel’s bar. But you forgot to get your sleeping pills refilled last week so now you were stuck with a very annoying case of having troubles getting some shut-eye.

Light jazz plays from the speakers surrounding the room, quite in the late hour, enough for the night howls to carry on their conversations without having to strain their vocal chords. You read somewhere, months ago, that a glass of red wine helps with sleep. You’re not sure about that, but you hope that the placebo effect will be enough if you really put your mind into it.

What you don’t expect to see is a familiar head of blonde hair, sat at one of the stools by the counter cradling a short glass of amber liquid. You get half a mind to leave, but he turns his head then, and the flicker of recognition in his eyes singlehandedly nukes your great escape plan.

You don’t want to run because you hate your captain, you want to run because you like him too much. Shared laughter in a too-tight cockpit over cheap tea in paper cups isn’t your idea of a great love story, on top of it being highly unprofessional. Still, you can’t back down now, forcing your lips into a smile as you make your way to him.

“Captain,” you bow your head politely. “is this seat taken?”

“Not at all,” he replies, voice smooth and warm like the whiskey he’s sipping on. He wraps his hand around the backrest of the stool next to his, holding it out for you to sit. “And it’s Kento, we’re not at work.”

“Right,” you chuckle, settling down. “Thanks, Kento.”

He eyes you for a moment, brows knitted almost imperceptibly. Like he can’t understand why you’re not as chatty as you usually are during flights. He doesn’t want to assume the worst, yet.

“Troubles sleeping?” He asks, both because he wants to attempt to start a conversation, and because he assumed by your attire— slightly oversized t-shirt (he definitely didn’t notice you’re not wearing a bra) and your uniform skirt, which he imagines you put on in hopes to look presentable for a hotel bar at almost 1am.

“Yeah,” you sigh, moving your attention to his glass. “Same problem?”

“Same problem,” he nods. Kento didn’t even try to get into his pajamas before coming down here, simply ditching his suit jacket and tie, and letting the top two buttons of his shirt undone. “They say whiskey helps, but I’m a pilot, not a doctor.”

“I’ve read wine works wonders,” you mirror his joking tone. “I guess it’s for the best neither of us tried for med school, huh?”

“Agreed,” he chuckles, then beckons the bartender to ask him for a glass or red wine— the good one. You turn to look at him. “I hope you’re not—”

“My treat,” he interjects. “Tab’s open anyway, and I don’t mind buying you a drink.”

Your blink at him a couple times, lips parted in quiet surprise. The way he said it sounded…serious, like he was trying see if you would’ve minded having him buying you a drink. Brushing his foot over the line, wondering if you were going to meet him in the middle.

“That’s very kind, Kento,” your voice drops to a purr. You meet him in the middle, then pull him all the way over the edge with you. “I hope there’s some way I can pay you back?”

ᯓ ✈︎ ⋆°•☁︎

“Fuck!” Your head falls against the stiff pillow, eyes squeezed shut as your hands paw at your captain’s shoulders.

He did look big, stuffed in that uniform, but it didn’t prepare you for how mouth watering he actually looked. And how fucking hot he looks with his head between your thighs, big arms keeping you flush against his hungry maw. Fingers digging and kneading the fat ad his tongue laps at your drooling hole, uncaring for the sap clinging to his cheeks, his chin, trickling down his throat.

A glass of wine had turned into two, and you had confessed that being so close to him in that small cockpit all the time flustered you. He’d asked if he was doing something wrong, that he could come off as harsh at times, without meaning to. You’d let it slip that you found it extremely attractive.

And that, had you slip right into his bed.

“Taste s’ good, knew you’d be a delicacy,” Kento murmurs against your puffy folds, before his tongue swirls around your hole, and drags your slick up to your clit. You whine, teeth digging into your bottom lip to keep quiet. He’d mentioned on your - rather wobbly - way from the elevator to his room that Takuma was staying next door, so you were being mindful of that.

“K-Ken…if you keep that up I’ll—”

“But that’s what I want,” you swear you feel his lips curl into a pout. “And then I want you to do it again, and again and again and again—” he cuts himself off to lick a looong stripe over your slit, making you keen. His thumbs peel your folds outwards, exposing you to his ravenous mouth even further.

He’s devouring you, but there’s a reverence in the way he touches you, like a big dog understands he has to be careful when playing with another dog that’s much smaller.

It’s not long before you crash into your first orgasm. Thighs shaking and squeezing his head, but it’s like he doesn’t even notice as he works you through each wave, drinking everything you give him, like a merciful goddess blessing a loyal and devoted priest.

Once you come down from your high, you feel Kento peppering kisses all over your inner thighs, your hips, your lower stomach.

“Ken,” you murmur softly. “That was amazing.”

He smiles, a controlled angle you’re not sure his lips are able to exceed. “I’m glad,” he rests his cheek against your leg. “Would you like to continue?”

Your mouth waters at the prospect. “Yes, please.”

Not only was your captain hot, and good at eating pussy, but he was also big. Not like, monster big that could send you to the ER, but a decent size and girth that would guarantee to make you see stars. A pretty shade of pink at the tip, already oozing a bead of pre.

He settles between your thighs, looming over you a bit awkwardly, before you break the tension, arms wrapped around his neck to pull him down, meeting him in a sweet kiss. It doesn’t stay sweet for long, your taste on his tongue dizzying while it tangles with yours, warm palms cupping your breasts, kneading gently.

You arch into him, hips meeting his, needy for more friction. But then Kento breaks the kiss with a gasp, cursing under his breath.

“Sorry, I…well, I don’t usually do this when I’m working…or off of work, for that matter,” he mutters. “So I don’t bring condoms with me.”

A wave of relief washes over you, brain already jumping to the worst possible conclusions. “I’m on the pill,” you chuckle reassuringly. “And I’m clean, haven’t been with anybody since my last checkup, so—”

He kisses you again, more urgent this time, a hand cradling your cheek while the other grabs your hip to keep you still as he lines up with your center. The first push knocks the oxygen out of your lungs.

Nails scrambling for purchase on Kento’s shoulders, he moves to whisper against the shell of your ear. “Please tell me if i’m hurting you. Stop me when it’s too much.”

In a way, it was too much.

Too good.

The stretch was delicious, gummy walls enveloping his girth to hug him like a glove. “Don’t stop,” you breathe, meeting his eyes. “Don’t you dare stop.”

His lips twitch, and then he’s pushing in again. When he finally, finally bottoms out, he’s the one who’s left breathless. “F-fuck, you feel heavenly,” he says through gritted teeth, making a visible effort to not embarrass himself. “Been so long since…raw…”

Even words were failing him.

You were fluttering around him like crazy, as if begging to milk him, and your nails grazing up and down his biceps, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake, were not helping. “Please, Ken,” you whine, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “Need you.”

He would be damned if he wasn’t going to do his best to please you.

As soon as he was in the clear, he didn’t hold back. Pulling out almost all of the way before he slams right back in, your teeth bite into the juncture of his neck, muffling a scream. He waits exactly two seconds to make sure he’s not hurting you, then sets a pounding, merciless pace.

Your legs are wrapped tight around his hips, ankles locked to keep him close. When he’s not kissing you, Kento is simply admiring you, awestruck, from your shut eyes, to the pretty ‘o’ shape your lips are making, to your tits bouncing with every thrust.

If he were to tell himself from two years ago that he was going to finally shoot his shot with you, let alone make love to you, he would’ve probably passed out.

“Fuck— ngh, Ken, right there!” You moan, hips bucking up, trying to get him to piston right into the bullseye of your sweet spot. He tries his best to understand where that is through his foggy mind, but your pitched whines guide him.

“Oh, oh my god,” you heave harder now, big eyes staring up into his, brows knitted in a plea. “So close…’m so close, Ken, please!”

He’s nearing the finish line as well, but he can’t let himself come before you. So he pushes a fat thumb past your lips - has to close his eyes while you suck on it or he will come - then starts rubbing your puffy clit once it’s all slick with your spit.

Thankfully you were very close, only needing one final coax into your second orgasm of the night. Kento can only resist a couple more twitches of his hips before he follows, the way you’re clamping down on him impossible to fight. So you’re desperately rutting into each other through your shared high, open mouthed kisses everywhere you can reach, hands grabbing and groping and holding close.

When Kento collapses, he has both his arms around your waist, dragging you with him as he drops to the side. He slips out of you naturally as he goes soft, and you can feel the warmth of his cum slowly oozing out of your hole.

“That was—”

“Amazing,” he finishes for you, repeating your words from earlier. “Truly amazing.”

You nuzzle your head under his chin, rubbing your cheek against his neck teasingly before looking up at him. “Careful, captain,” you grin. “Or I might start thinking that you like me.”

He meets your gaze, eyes holding so much softness you feel like you’re stumbling. “You don’t know the half of it,” he murmurs, then presses a kiss to your forehead. “How about we get you cleaned up? I’ll go run us a bath, then we seriously need to sleep.”

Shit, you’re both working in the morning.

┊┊a/n. i know i was supposed to post the poll winner fic. however this took the priority and i'm petty because y'all made choso win :(

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the airport

the smile you carried on your lips was the same one you always wore when this time came around when you saw the last dimples of your husband before he disappeared through the airline gates.

It hadn't even been two months since your husband had been home. not even two full months of cuddles and early mornings where you could watch his peaceful sleeping face with that edge of softness he carried only around you, of goodnight kisses where he refused to actually fall asleep because he too knew there would be a time again he wouldnt have that.

random kisses — between making dinner or when youre brushing your teeth but he doesnt care. small things that remind you hes really there next to you. your clingy husband who made it extremely known when hewas around and you loved every single bit of it.

reminders you didnt lose him, reminders he again danced with death and escaped to come back to you.

you admired what he did for you, his country but that admiration came with certain worry.

constant worry you had lost him. your teenage sweetheart.

You still remember the way he stood infront of you before asking you out to prom, how nervous he was even tho he already was twice your size.

How he fidgeted with the hand chiefs on the end of his sleeves. The way he avoided eyes contact. It was almost the same as now, it made it a bit less forced — your smile because you could only see that same boy in your husband now.

That same boy who doesn't want to leave your side but knows he must.

Your smile had never been fake, it wasn't, it was real and loving with a hint of pain that danced around on your face because even after 8 years of being with Sukuna you never got used to this, to the ache in your chest, the circle of pain that seemed to tighten around your heart like a balloon.

you couldn't get used to that.

Not when Sukuna has always provided such warmth such comfort.

Even now his eyes tell you it'll be okay — ill be back before you know it.

the last thing you see are his eyes with the same pain hes hiding because worrying you more is the last thing he wants to do.

and then he's officially gone like the sigh that left your lips at the last look of his spikey pink hair.

You stand there a moment longer taking in his scent? The air he had last breathed perhaps because this would be the last moment in 6 months you'd breathe the same air as Sukuna.

Six month in which all you'd receive were letters and short calls to reassure you he was alive. He knew it wasn't allowed technically, you knew it aswell but that was Sukuna for you.

Ever since you had been in school together he hadn't cared about a rule when it came to you, you were constantly on his mind from the moment he had seen you.

Obviously he was too love struck and nervous to do anything about it but you, you were the first girl he had laid eyes on and he had never taken them off you since.

When he finally felt the plane move, he knew he had left the spot where you had too last been.

now the only thing he had left of you was a little picture he carried of your face.

Your smile, your real one. The one you carried when he came back.

Nothing excited him more then to come back and see that smile.

It was what he held onto for the next six and a half months, dragging through dirty muddy forests and jungles, through raids and attacks through situations you couldn't possibly see him in.

It's what he held onto now — hiding in those same murky waters — trees sticking out from the water higher then buildings, next to the crocodiles knowing for a fact you'd be screaming at the top of your lungs at him.

The only thing that kept his heart steady was you.

Truth be told Sukuna wasn't scared of much but hurting you? It would haunt him even beyond his death.

Ironically that's what he began thinking of as something moved near his feet.

The way you'd kill him.

No you'd actually bring him back to live just to kill him for leaving you like this — eaten by a crocodile, when he had ran through open fields shooting enemies down. Climbed trees higher then the three story house he had build you and jumping down onto enemies which you'd describe as 'damn near breaking his ankles' those thoughts pulled him through, your remarks.

your bratty silly remarks that he loved.

He could only imagine what you'd say, 'you smell like shit' before you broke out into laughter or maybe you'd just be angry, angry he put himself in danger when you knew that's what his job was, when he knew what his job was. though right now he had been in a situation he never found himself in.

it put a familiar smile on his face, the idea you would scold him — he missed you, tremendously. it was becoming excruciating at this point all that kept him going was the idea of you, but it didn't necessarily help him focus as he smiled — the smile he only carried for you until it was wiped off his face completely.

He didnt remember much after that.

voices and a blur, more voices and pounding of his head mostly.

He didnt feel the warmth that trickled down his skin, the red that now soaked his hair as he got carried on a stretcher and lifted up into a helicopter.

Didn't hear the panicked voices of his fellow comrades and the people he commanded.

For Sukuna it was silent because all he heard was you, your soft giggle while he laid out the blanket for the picnic — his annoyed grunts that you only found adorable because his big bulky body was stepping on half the blanket trying to put the other half down when the wind blew it away again which quickly faded into laundry.

Oh how you hated laundry.

Ever since you two had been teens you hated it. He could swear he was smiling thinking back to sitting on a all too familiar bench with you when you two were freshly out of school.

Your phone rang and your mom had basically screamed the microphone out from it after she was done explaining what would happen if you didnt clean up your laundry — that cheeky smile that made its way onto your lips when you rolled your eyes and sweetly lied, telling her you'd definitely do it later you were just busy studying.

thats what he thought of now.

He should've known you were a brat then but you were his brat, you had always been his girl. his sweetheart.

he pledged you'd never have to do laundry with him after your phone call ended, all sneaky and side eyed, a blush creeping up on his cheeks when he looked away, arms folded trying to be nonchalant until you made that familiar bench a very important one.

thats the first time he had tasted your lips, because you had kissed him.

Sukuna, Sukuna who wasn't pretty by any means, not like the guys you hung around with at least that's what he thought.

he didn't have the looks.

Didn't have the charmsbut he knew if he paid attention to you well enough you'd pick him hopefully, was doing laundry really all it took?

He found out sooner then later it wasn't, you had successfully 'trapped and trained' him well because Sukuna loved to please you. Folding the laundry while you spoke about your day wasn't anything but a blessing? he was exactly where he wanted to be, more then anything actually.

You enjoyed talking about your day while Sukuna enjoyed the things he did for you to make you happy.

Happy.

That's all he wanted you to be..

now he had screwed it up. that image of folding clothes with you quickly faded away once he regained consciousness. he felt his body, his toes were intact and his fingers- he didnt lose any of them so he must've hit his head really bad and passed out.

That was Sukuna trying to calm himself down from the pounding in his head and the other part in his heart that was screaming at him for worrying that you wouldn't forgive him for whatever he had done. not the fact he may have a concussion not even the fact he was in agony because the feeling he felt at disappointing you or upsetting you was far greater. it overpowered everything else.

"he's up, he's up-"

Sukuna opened his eyes.

A white dull light shined back into them, painful. Repelling.

No this was different.

different then waking up from a hangover and the light being too bright it was different then forgetting to close your blinds or having a doctor shine a light in your eye when they wanted to see if your pupils would dilate.

Different then hitting your head really hard.

Different.

That's all Sukuna could describe it as before his hand reached up. his face had always felt unfamiliar, distanced. like it wasn't really his.

It was yours, yes. in your hands he felt safe, maybe even okay looking at times but mostly he felt accepted. familiar. loved. that's not what he felt when his fingers moved over the fabric that covered his face.

half his face.

A lump quickly settled in his throat when he felt the fabric that covered his face, the right side.

"How bad is it?" One eye remained on the ceiling, his hand on the bandage while his tone stayed monotone. "Ryomen, i'm sorry to tell you that we have had to take your eye. We couldnt save it-" sukunas large palm now suddenly shot up and settled a lot harsher in the air then the doctor had ever seen from him before.

it was enough to inform him he needed a moment.

he cleared his throat before he gave a subtle nod and spoke once more.

"we will call your wife now then-"

"Don't." He didn't raise his voice but the lack of emotion in it send a shiver down the doctors spine.

he had worked with Sukuna for years, the last 3 consistently to be exact.

Sukuna wasn't much a talker. didn't joke. he did his job and headed home as soon as possible.

he'd make a comment about you because he couldn't help himself but not enough to make men wonder about you. he quickly shut the conversation down again when they asked too much.

He was possessive like that and the idea of them thinking about you laughing and talking about your day as he folded laundry upset him so much he simply couldn't share that precious moment with anyone nor did he have to.

those were his.

You were his.

A silent tear fell down his temple and into his hairline when that realization settled.

before he knew it he was sick but he remained still.

As still as a dead man because he might as-well have been.

He hadn't ever had looks.

all he ever had was his charm but that was only because -after a couple years- he could handle you looking at him he didn't get as shy anymore. he actually relaxed around you enough for his natural charm to come out because that's what you did. you made the space so comforting to him without doing a thing he just became himself.

he hoped you found him good looking it wasn't really his biggest worry because when you told him you did he truly believed you — now he realised he had been, ungrateful?

he had taken it for granted hadn’t he? this was his karma? he didn’t deserve this. yes he was stubborn but he didn’t deserve to lose you over it.

He hadn't realised how lucky he was because there was no way you'd look at him like this…

There was no way you'd love him like this.

love wouldn't be enough if you had to look at a monstrosity every single day.

how would you be able to kiss him? He would definitely not be able look at you properly, now.

Would you still touch him? or would his skin revolt you the same way the idea of you seeing him did right now for him?

for an hour, that felt more like eternity Sukuna laid in the silent nurse room. Pitying himself in a way he'd laugh at his coworkers for, he'd make some sort of joke like men aren't supposed to be pretty but he wanted to be for you as stupid as that was to admit to himself he wanted it more then anything now, not to be pretty anymore..

but to be desired by you, to be worthy of your love somehow still.

it wasn't just the fact he probably looked even worse now it was the fact he would always wonder if when you did look at him now if you were truly repulsed. before he worried and over the years he got comfortable, became himself the man you loved and he knew now he had destroyed that just because of the way your eyes would lay upon him when they did.

the white lamps burned his eye, the one that he had left while the other side had lost feeling like his entire body at this point.

he had let out a total of three tears with the thoughts that raced through his mind like rapid fire.

He was absolutely disgusting in every way.

That's all he could think of when he looked in the mirror.

when that layer of hurt around his heart broke and he stopped feeling anything. his life was over because you'd never look at him the same.

It wouldn't be the same. it wasn't.

With no feeling at all Sukuna didn't bother to look beneath the bandage.

He didn't call you that night to tell you he was alive, he didnt think of the heart ache you endured at the thought of losing him. of losing the boy who looked at you with such hope in his eyes — all you could think of was why he chose this.

But then you were reminded of who Sukuna was, of the way he helped you and everyone in his life.

Sukuna wasn't the type to sit behind a desk and type emails, you laughed at that idea when discussing jobs with him — a future.

"Really? I think I rather become a body guard than an office mouse." You slapped his arm, "you'd look good in a suit." That familiar cheeky smile made its way onto your lips. the one he loved so much. "oh really? You'd like that?" He smirked leaning closer. You nodded with no shame running your nail over his bicep. "Kuna protecting people, I'd feel safe with you as my bodyguard I guess you wear a suit then too right?" Sukuna laughed away the blush that made its way onto his cheeks as he looked away.

"No, you don't have to but I'll keep that in mind." Both the suit and the helping angle because one way or another you helped find Sukuna his future.

you couldn't say you regretted it, Sukuna had saved many people over the years. many good men that went back to their families. sons that got to meet their dads, moms and sisters who thanked him with tears in their eyes.

if it wasn't for Sukuna, many people would've lost their lives.

Sukuna was truly a blessing to have and half the time he didn't even know that himself.

outside of the battlefield that was.

He was an amazing brother to a little guy who bugged you all 6 months (thankfully) while Sukuna was gone. the reason it was a tad less painful.

Sukuna was an amazing son, always asking if there was anything he needed to fix or if she needed something.

he remembered her favourite honey the one you looked for with him for hours at one point around the mall because it was a special type that they only got from a certain part of a certain country.

little did he know you just found it absolutely adorable how much Sukuna noticed.

But he was truly blind to see what was right infront of him.

Sukuna had gone through all stages of grief in the weeks he stayed at the work sight, he was let go now, for 3 weeks already. scars were slowly starting to heal.

he wasn't even allowed to be there anymore he had to leave because he formed a liability now.

someone in need of taken care of until he was healed. better. not just physically..

Maybe that was the worst part. he did that he took care of you, and now he was a liability?

He could strangle himself for being so cocky but could he really have expected the tiger that came out of no where? Even now he pushed away the thought that he at least killed the son of a bitch.

Cocky.

But it was the only thing he could be happy about right now because he would never be able to inflict the pain on that animal that it had now done to him, he had lost you forever because he would not be able to bear the pain of seeing a different look on your face. Different from the one he had so looked forward to.

Different when you realised he wasn't the same as when he left.

When you realised he now displayed the inside on the outside, not gentle — scary.

Sukuna hadn't eaten either and when his stomach turned again and that familiar wet tear dropped onto his cheek bile came up in his throat, he couldn't handle the pain anymore, he had rather died in that forest then be scary to you.

And this was absolutely excruciating.

"Sukuna?" His eye opened once more after the tear fell down onto his hot cheek, either from feeling sick or from the familiar sound of your voice — he must be going crazy.

Missing you so badly he is imagining you here to cope- "Sukuna, why didn't you call me?"

Your heart beat twice as fast at the sight of your husband tensing at your voice, sitting in one of the rooms they had for detainees there your kuna sat. in a cell. your sweetheart, your baby even if he was twice as big he was your person and he had been here for weeks.

His back was turned to you and his head instantly dropped further down when he heard your voice.

The terrifying fear that you'd find him scary and revolting was now becoming reality

For the first time in Sukunas life he was scared. truly terrified.

He felt sick, his chest tightened. all he could do was stand up and face the wall further so you wouldn't approach him.

Your concerned voice called out once again and when your hands reached out and landed onto his shoulders he tensed again.

with his face to the wall like a toddler who had done wrong. shoulder slumped down and his head hung low. you were in-denial still but you swore you heard a sob almost.

Something had happened, something terrible. it didn't take this for you to realise that, when Toji called you that was enough to realise something was really wrong.

nonetheless you had already worried for weeks he was gone, calling and getting no answers from anyone until toji decided enough was enough, Sukuna was slowly withering away.

Though this didn't help with your worry at all.

"Sukuna- what? What's wrong?" You furrowed your brows together putting your bag down and slowly approaching his back. oh if he could fall through the floor right now, he would. "hey, it's just me kuna, baby?" Your soft voice broke him.

your twice as big husband who had never cried in-front of you out of sadness nor ever even shown any sadness in-front of you because he didn't want to accidentally worry you. was crying?

what would he have to be sad about back then anyways? he never had a reason to cry, He had you.

He always had you.

At the end of the day there you were.

The beginning? You were there.

At the end when he sneaked in a call? you were there.

He. had. you.

Now? He was about to face the moment where he lost you.

his knees went weak beneath him, in all his years shooting men down and stabbing others for attempting to take his life he had never felt weak in his knees.

never had this dying ache in his lower stomach or that burning feeling in his throat but right now he did. Like a hot burning iron had been forced down his throat.

Your lips parted in shock when you properly watched your husband fall to his knees, his hands covering his face as he hid himself away from you like he could crawl into the wall and disappear.

To say your heart broke was an understatement.

For a moment you too froze unable to form a reaction but then a sob actually broke from your husbands lips.

you fell down beneath him, shuffling to sit yourself infront of him wedging yourself between him and the wall, your back touching the wall. "hey, hey baby, what's wrong are you hurt?" You spoke softer then usual, oh so sweet.

His throat tightened up his hands digging into his face to the point it became painful on his wounds but that at this point it felt like that was the punishment he must suffer for doing this to himself. maybe it would actually make the pain he was about to endure less bad? he should've just listened to you, should've listened when you said this was dangerous and he hadn't and he lost yo-

"Baby, stop. breath, can you breathe? Breathe with me okay?" You softly breathed along with Sukuna your hands on his shoulders while he slowly settled down. Your touch didn't tense him now, still all you did was soothe him.

His posture didn't seem as much sad as it did angry, he seemed furious with himself.

Sukuna had never scared you and he never would because in the end you knew all the pain he felt was usually rooted inside, Sukuna wasn't the only one who noticed.

You liked him way before he liked you. you even tried to get his attention but that went completely wrong when he didn't realise you had written the note, to be fair you didn't sign it with anything you just told him you found him cute and hoped he'd magically understand it was you.

Slowly after attempting to get his attention for months you realised, Sukuna had no clue you liked him and when it finally settled a year later that he liked you, you kissed him. immediately.

you were as impatient then as you were now because there was no reason for him to suffer and it was hurting you.

your hands grabbed at his wrists to peel his hands away which was almost like trying to remove stone from a brick wall. he did not budge.

"Baby, please let me see you, look at me please? i know somethings wrong I don't understand what.." you whispered softly. "please? Let me see baby." Your voice trembled which was the moment that like muscle memory Sukunas hands disappeared from his face to comfort you.

the shock settling on his face that he had revealed himself to you came quickly after seeing your face.

All he wanted to do was comfort you..

Your parted lips — your eyes curiously travelled that side of his face.

oh he was fucking ugly and he knew it. he swallowed, hard like he needed to get rid of a rock stuck in his throat. you heard it but before you could speak he did. "stop- stop please. I know I'm not the man you married. i'm not uh, i'm not like those guys on tv and shit and i know ive never been that way but please, please don't be scare-" before he could get the word free out you kissed him. soft and tender. a tear dropped down your cheek wetting his in the process while you did so.

Every -it's okay- you wanted to whisper was transferred through the kiss the same way you had when you were teenagers.

the same way you always reassured him because Sukuna needed it straight. no beating around the bush and this was the most honest you could give him and he felt it.

Every feeling every emotion you carried but still he knew better then to get excited. then to hope you'd accept this version of him.

He kissed you back, soft as ever but sadder, softer like he was scared to scare you.. it somehow made you want to cry for him, for the broken part in your husband you didn't recognise the part he had never showed you before even if you noticed it.

he had never been this fragile.

"It's okay Sukuna, I love you." You whispered. he broke, his posture completely losing the hard lines around his body. the moment you touched him that left. there was only you but Sukuna still didn't dare touch you, too terrified his touch would scare you.

you had no clue what was going on so all you knew to do was hold him. your arms wrapped around his shoulders, his head instantly found your shoulder as he broke down into a quiet sob. "i could never be scared of you baby.. you're mine. i'm so sorry." your right hand left his shoulder and caressed his hair while you spoke in a soothing tone.

something terrible had happened and you hadn't been there for him... your heart shrunk.

right now you stayed big because the man who always carried you through thick and thin needed you.

"It's okay kuna, you're safe with me." You whispered into the side of his face. the only thing he could feel was pain in his heart and it hurt even more mixing with your love. because he didn't deserve it.

would you really still feel safe with him?

Getting Sukuna off the floor wasn't difficult he had sat still in your hold for half an hour. he didn't quite know how to act after that he hadn't cried to you ever. he at most had gotten teary eyed when you two got married because even then he didn't believe it.

That didn't mean that he didn't sit at your bed with tears in his eyes wondering what he had done to deserve you that night.

you just hadn't seen him cry.

That didn't mean he hadnt around you.

Sukuna walked on, you noticed his pants still. a pair of military pants that sagged low beneath his black shirt that clinged to his body. You quickened your pace to grab his hand.

Sukuna didn't exactly have much clothes at the sight just his backup uniform and a couple black shirts.

You drove him home, the shell of who your husband used to be sitting next to you right now would probably get himself in a crash with how exhausted he looked. the silence in the car killed you and you almost began to get nervous for what had happened.

You noticed the bandage, at worst you imagined his ear got shot off but the way the bandage sat you could see that wasn't it. had he been stabbed? Or maybe fatally injured? Who knows what he hid beneath his shirt.

You tried not to think of the injuries as much as the lifelong mental scars of pain and PTSD he may now be hiding.

Those scared you the most.

your husband had always been extremely happy to see you and now he was a ghost. consumed by his regret and anger.

after crying he stared out the window and when you got home he almost instantly left to shower.

You sat in your shared bed attempting to read a book to distract your mind from racing the way your heart did.

Sukuna had been showering for what felt like hours, hours where he had been staring at a brick wall wondering how he was going to come out and talk to you.

After he showered he opted out on putting the bandage back on even tho the wounds were already beginning to heal.

Even tho the doctor told him to let it air out.

a coward, that's what he told himself he was when he pulled up the covers to slide into your shared bed. he had missed this bed so much yet right now all he could hear was himself shouting in his head, coward. coward. co-

"baby, you need to breathe. steady." you closed your book, turning your light off when you properly put it away.

you could've opted out for laying dead still, pretending he wasn't there. pretending that his breathing wasn't quicker then a dog who had played at the park all day. he was nearly hyperventilating right next to you.

when you spoke he seemed to snap out of whatever he was thinking so deeply about. replying only with a soft hum in a questioning tone. "come here please?" you asked softly pulling the covers up more so he could lay closer to you.

Sukuna was treating your bed like it wasn't his. like this wasn't your bed together. as if he hadn't laid with you in this bed countless of times before because for him it felt strange.

different because he was. because soon this would be different he lied and told himself he was just savouring the moment it was still okay but really he was preparing himself for when it wouldn't be.

he moved closer swallowing harshly when he got in your space. you opened your arms for him. "cmere." Sukuna hesitated, you noticed the brief moment when he did.

same way you saw the moment he decided to comply. laying his head just above your chest already beneath your chin as you wrapped your arms around him. you softly sighed in relief.

finally, you had him back in your arms. in your home — safe.

this was better then looking at you, looking at you and seeing what he'd lose. Each thought and each moment that passed where he nearly lost you felt like glass splinters lodging themselves into his lungs.

but right now this only comforted him because you were his safe space.

the only place he felt safe so even now, he was safe from his own mind in your scent, your arms. wrapped in your love even his hatred for himself couldn't win.

for the first time in three weeks his eye closed and rested.

Small yet painful before the final blow would come.

"Sukuna?" You whispered, your soft voice breaking the silence in your dimly lit bedroom once more. Sukuna swallowed before he nodding against your chest softly.

"I love you baby, here." Your hand found his chest placing it over his heart where he laid half on you and the mattress. "I love you."

"I don't know what happened baby but whatever happened we can overcome it, together. Please don't pull away from me.."

The tremble in your voice broke him once more, the same way it did earlier — his body hardened up. he was already hurting you.

It was only a defence mechanism from his own anger, he couldn't forgive himself and he had no clue how to process what had happened.

He was so angry with himself he couldn't even explain it and in the couple hours you had seen him, barely because many he had spend in the shower — you already saw how he was preparing himself to lose you.

though when your soft gentle hands sat on his back he could finally sleep, your steady breathing and your heartbeat, your love won over his hate, his anger.

You let him be the next day, getting used to your normal routine. trying to get him to open up a bit about what had happened or at least to talk to him instead of you yapping up all the conversation. you cooked him dinner and before you knew it you were back in bed.

this night however, ignoring the elephant in the room any longer, in this case his bandages was difficult.

Curiousity ate alive at you and the need to help your husband with whatever he felt.

You smiled hopping over to his side and straddling his lap while you laid in bed that night, hesitating but like muscle memory Sukuna hands sat on your thighs.

your loving eyes looked at him as if his face wasn't half bandaged up, as if he didn't look like he was in phase number one of becoming mummified — he felt your love... even if he tried not to so the blow of losing you would lessen.

He knew it wouldn't, he couldn't make the thought not hurt but he shoved it to the back of his mind while looking into your eyes.

because love really was all they held for him, the same way they did before. Even on his death bed he could recognise those eyes, that soft smile that now settled on your lips because Sukuna had no idea how shocked he looked that you climbed onto him so soon after him being back, that you acted like nothing had happened really. as if he was still just.. the same?

It was so adorable you couldn't help but kiss him once more.

this one he returned like he normally would've, when you woke up or when he kissed you during cooking. it was Sukuna, your kuna. the same gentle loving soul who barely could go a minute without kissing you when he had just come back from a mission.

You smiled into the kiss completely forgetting about the bandages, Sukunas heart settled soaking your love up and letting go of the hatred he felt for himself that he had build up all day because as always you loved him more then he hated himself.

Your love had always cancelled that out, why wouldn't it now? Nothing had changed.

You pecked his lips a couple times after separating yours.

your legs found his waist as you sat up and before you knew it you were straddling your husband like you did more times then you could count. a gentle smile tugged at your lips.

Sudden panic shot through your husbands eye when your hand reached out to touch the bandages, his hand gently wrapped around your wrist. "I-i can't take it off yet." He mumbled looking away. you titled your head the smile on your lips more soft around the edges then before he wondered how it was possible for someone to be so inviting.

If you were a random stranger luring him in on the streets he would've followed.

Trying not to feel your love was useless because of how much love he felt for you.

"Did you just lie to me?" You raised your brows. that caught his attention quickly, snapping him out of his thoughts. his hands settled on your waist again completely letting go of your wrist. "n-no! It's- uh, when I sleep it has to be on..." he backtracked. you hummed.

The same hum you let out once you were sat at your dining table a full breakfast for your now very pleased husband. For a mere moment he forgot about what happened because this felt exactly how it should.

For a moment that was.

"Sooo.." you began, hand under your chin as you stared at your husband eating. "it's day time." Your eyes trailed to the other side of his face. Sukuna stopped mid bite, gulping he nodded. "I noticed."

"You did?"

"mhm I did.."

"May I ask why we aren't airing your wound out then?" You raised your brows.

Sukuna looked away, something you now recognised as panic.

"Sukuna, the doctor asked me if you are letting it air yet, it has to-"

"He called you?" You nodded. "fucking bast-"

"Hey! You're being completely ridiculous. this isn't you Sukuna. What is so bad that you can't show me?" You cut to the chase your arms crossed as you sat back in your chair almost angrily.

This was better then disappointment or fear.

Sukuna would take this over those two any day. "I'm not being ridiculous, he doesn't have the right to call my wife." He slammed his hand down.

To be fair this was the first proper meal Sukuna had eaten in weeks ontop of that dealing with the new feelings he felt he didn't realise he slammed his hand down in frustration towards himself for not telling you first before the doctor got to.

until you flinched.

All the hunger he had felt was suddenly gone when your eyes widened and you sat back you arms slumped down into your lap. "fuck, shit. baby I'm sorry, I'm-"

"It's fine, whatever. I get it you're dealing with something Sukuna but we are a team, I've had more feedback from a doctor and fucking toji." You stood up ready to walk away when Sukunas hand wrapped around your wrist.

The sound of his chair scrapping over the floor was the last thing you heard before you landed in his lap, his other arm catching you so you wouldn't hit your back on the arm of the chair. "okay, okay." He looked away before gulping. "you're right, I'm fucked up. I've been too fucked up to realise we are a team I'm just-"

You felt the rock Sukuna had felt in his throat now too. "is it me? Haven't I shown you that you can come to me? We've been married for eight years Sukuna.."

Sukunas body hardened once more. "no, no don't you dare say that. it's me. I'm the one who's fucked up not you, never you. You're my angel baby, youre perfect baby, you're everything.." his lip trembled, his hand soothed your arm but really it was for himself. "..I can't lose you.." it came out so soft you genuinely didn't hear it.

"then please Sukuna-"

"I'm not the man you married, I may be inside" even that he saw as a lie.. yet he tried his voice breaking, "but outside... I'm not and it's my own fault and I should've listened and I can't, I can't lose you not like this not when I haven't really done anything wrong-"

You hugged him, his face disappeared into the nape of your neck instantly inhaling your scent that very much calmed him down.

"Sukuna, you're hurting me right now. can you please just let me see? You feeling like this is so much worse then anything you could ever show me.." your voice cracked and when Sukuna finally pulled away he saw your teary eyes.

A soft nod was all he could give his eye remaining on you, cautious and watching when your smaller hands reached up to his face. your hands so gentle and soft that he barely even noticed them on his skin.

He knew they were, the bandage that fell from his face was clear evidence of it.

His stomach turned he felt sick like he was back in the doctors room hearing of the news for the first time.

But Sukuna stayed strong like he always did for you.

When you removed parts you could already see the red lines that now marked your husbands skin.

Five lines marked the bottom of his face and when you properly unwrapped it you saw the marks lead through his eyes and up into his hairline.

The lines ontop much smaller and almost thinner, you could see this wasn't an explosion.

Nor an acid attack those were different.

This was something else entirely. "i understand if you can no longer be with me, i can wear something over it just please give me a chance to fix it-"

Your hand covered his mouth while your eyes trailed the marks. Slowly you leaned forward softly pecking little kisses onto the skin that wasn't scared, too scared to hurt his scars that were already healing. "youre beautiful Sukuna, you've always been beautiful to me." You whispered. "covering yourself is the last thing I want.." you frowned.

"Don't ever say that again, you're my husband through thick and thin." Your hand softly dropped from his mouth which allowed him to kiss you because he truly couldn't put in words how he felt.

He had lived in what he could only describe as worse then hell for weeks.

For weeks he had been waiting for this moment the moment you left the moment you were revolted. would you puke because he was so hard to look at? Hard to stomach? Would he scare you? No.

He didn't, one thing about Sukuna was that when it came to you he noticed everything but the most important thing. you would accept him no matter what even broken.

maybe it was the fact that you saw his hideous scars that he could believe you now... no.

it was the love you held for him still, that unconditional love that was so clear in your face even if your words told him he always believed your face first because it told him everything he needed to know without words.

That love that you held in your eyes for him? It was real as ever.

It was the only reason Sukuna managed to build himself back up in no less then two months.

two months of early mornings together. movie nights. two months of slowly healing the cracks in your husband, to show him this wasn't the end it was merely the beginning. he had survived, now with your acceptance he was stronger then ever because silly enough sukuna didn't think you'd still be with him.

he didn't go on missions because he wanted to be close to you so what better way then to take you to the training ground.

Sukuna wasnt really a sergeant, he had a higher position than that but it was too much work he had to deal with for what he had just gone through. he needed something a bit more laid back. still similiar to his own job as military officer he now signed in as a sergeant.

normally Sukuna was doing this but on the battle field so to deem him fit to go back someday in the future if he wanted to, he had to prove himself on a lower rank first and sukuna well.

Sukuna didn't really care.. because he felt on-top of the world more so then ever before.

his beautiful wife accepted him, his need for your desire wasn't sexual it was him hoping you'd still be attracted to him and after you showed him you did very clearly he couldn't deny it any longer.

His work had allowed him to come back after a psych evaluation it was needed after the behaviour Sukuna displayed which you knew wasn't at all related to the accident.

the accident that toji had made plenty of comments about if not about what a big baby he was and how he needed his mommy, so scared to be abandoned.

You just sat back and smiled when Sukuna tackled him and sat ontop of him for 10 minutes until toji admitted he was sorry, "I get it! I get it- I'm sorry! if I had such a hot mommy I'd need her too-" Sukuna shoved his face into the dirt before he could finish his sentence and you only laughed which is what toji did aswell with a cocky grin, he was terrible but exactly what your husband needed in a friend.

It made you beyond happy to see your husband get back into it. even if it worried you. this was a part of who he was a part he needed to be who he was.

not that you'd complained... the laps they had to run after when the now higher ranking military officer saw what kind of shenanigans your husband and toji were up to. he had ur husband pacing around in his full uniform, weapons and all until his legs physically gave out, toji was first to go out and you knew Sukuna was only doing it out of sheer competition.

maybe he was doing it to show you he was better at it then toji or to show off he was still better then the man who now held his original position mostly though.. — mostly it was for you.

you knew how stubborn he really was and putting Sukuna in his place did not happen often, yes he did whatever you said but he wasnt soft by any means and taking orders even as a military man was difficult for him at times. he wasnt used to taking them..

Giving them however? thats what he was good at. it was even more fun to show it off to his cute little wife who had been worried sick about him, to show you just how well you helped him recover.

you eyed him down; uniform fitted perfectly like always every move he made the fabric bend perfectly to his body, his thick black boots that lined his feet out on the sandy floor, his walkie-talkie fitted around his thigh with a strap that kept it there along with some other accessories. all you could think about was how heavy it must be, he even walked like his waist was heavy from all the equipment he carried with him, you guessed it would be but really sukuna didn't need his uniform nor accessories to have that issue... your eyes stayed glued to his frame.

it was fascinating to watch nonetheless sexy as hell because he wore his uniform exactly how he would when he was in battle and that you didn't get to see very often.

Sukuna ran his own department of what looked like kids, twenty of them. they had just been recruited and one in particular was giving Sukuna a hard time.

"Cheating only gets you extra laps, private. Give me 50 pushups." Sukuna called him over to which the white haired boy ran to his side. "I didn't cheat! I was just finding an easier way-"

"Back talk? 100 pushups." Sukuna stood facing you while pointing to the floor all stern and sexy.

you had the best view of it all, Sukuna had provided a chair for you — of course. Those weren't exactly around. It looked more like a parkour then anything and in the 40 minutes you had watched them- your husband. It was apparent that they did not take breaks or sit..

The position of your chair gave you the perfect view of your husband now standing infront of the boy. his hands wrapped around his bullet proof vests he looked down at him but still glanced at the others to approve their work somehow aswell. the green of his uniform complimenting his skin tone along with the deep dark navi blue shirt underneath.

that angry stern voice he used on them he only ever used on you when you were being a brat, that's what Sukuna called it.

you saw it more as having fun? it was just a way to get your husbands attention...

you had decided to wear a little black dress today with lacy tights beneath them your cute kitten heels black aswell, Sukuna loved everything on you but he hadn't been able to keep his eyes off you his entire session already. "Alright go, don't take short cuts. Face it like you'll have to." he send the white haired boy away who stood up and saluted Sukuna "Yes sir!" Was all the boy said before he ran off.

you smiled at Sukuna, his eyes locked on you for a moment, that sweet smile on your face made his heart swell before it officially burst when his gaze went down.

your legs spread just enough for him to see your thin panties beneath the lace of the tights your dress bunched up slightly on your thighs in a way so only he could see your panties beneath.

Sukuna cleared his throat before he strode over, covering the distance in three steps.

his leg nudged yours together. "baby, stop you're already killing me. you can't do this here." he grunted but honestly it sounded more like a whine not the stern voice you were used to when teasing him.

your smile grew wider, you gently gestured his face down with your hand.

Sukuna bend down not a second thought on his mind but to obey what you asked of him.

your lips moved to his ear, so focused on that, he didn't even notice your hand had made its way to his crotch. "i can't? want to know a secret?"

Sukuna's nodded quickly so thrilled from your attention, his heart swelled with love while his cock hardened beneath your hand.

Attention from you proved to be one hell of a drug and he just couldn't get off, nor did he want to.

"i'm really wet Sukuna, i want you to take care of me.." Sukuna grunted a loud exhale following before pulling his ear away from your lips. just far enough so now his lips covered yours.

"baby, stop." his hands wrapped around your wrist, harder then he intended, his grip softened — you moaned further causing him to break.

he kissed you, deep. short before pulling away. It was only to shut you up because if you kept going like this he would just fuck you right here right now, he was already slowly losing it the whole day when you got dressed in an all black outfit lacy tights on that actually made your thighs look like desert, they were always his weakness but in those tights? He was counting in his head everytime he felt himself get hard, right now counting wouldn't help after your hand had touched him. "What? Do you want me to fuck you here? Right now?" His other hand shot out cupping your cunt and you gasped.

The sudden shock on your face made Sukuna smile, flashing his teeth while he did so. you knew that smile. he was mocking you in his head. "Didn't know you had developed a little Exhibition kink baby." He shook his head softly rubbing his hand a bit harder over your panties. behind you the men Sukuna commanded were slowly lining up in even rows of 5. Sukuna leaned down to whisper in your ear, "don't make it worse for yourself, be a good girl for me, be patient and i'll give you exactly what you want, if you're not. i'll show everyone how bad you are before you fall apart on my cock" he moved away from your ear, pecking your lips one more time, laying your hand on your lap. And removing his own.

your jaw dropped, he wouldnt???

he adjusted your dress to the point it nearly covered your knees before giving your knee a soft smack then he walked away and commanded for ten more minutes, some sort of speech and what they'd be doing tomorrow like he didn't have a hard on, but Sukuna was only showing you how he took care of his responsibilities and you would be taken care of thoroughly after this.

you needed a reminder that was pretty clear to Sukuna.

when everyone was send off he picked you up almost instantly leading you to the car where he practically threw you into the passenger seat before getting in on the drivers side. Gentle but firm.

He had waited months, literally 7-8 months or longer — if he kept count of how long it had been since he had been inside of you he may actually lose it so he didn't think of that.

Obviously to distract himself he had to take care of the problem causing his distraction, you.

his hand left the steering wheel. you thought he would put it on the side of your seat as he had done countless of times while driving but instead his hand slipped between your legs, up and into your tights a bit lower was finally the little lacy band of your panties. he sighed in total bliss. "let's see then princess."

"Wait suk-" you didn't finish your sentence because it ended in a breathy moan once his middle finger plunged inside of your wet hole. your hand shot out to grab his wrist. "you're right.. baby you really are soaked... All this from watching me command others, did you miss it that much sweetie?" He smiled glancing your way only briefly - eyes fixed on the road. "Or was it the idea of being watched?" His tone dropped slightly.

His finger actually stretched you out by itself and he noticed as much, he knew your body inside out and the fact you hadn't been intimate together meant he definitely had to prep you. he had to get home for this. it was special, ofcourse. Sukuna wanted this to be special for you, it wasn't your first time by far Sukuna had, had you in every position possible.

Still tingles rose in your belly nonetheless your clit that was ready to be touched. you moved your hips down on Sukunas thick finger shaking your head, "you looked too good in your uniform, I love when you put your hands in your back pockets or on your bullet proof vest an-" he smiled at your cute little ramble, there was almost nothing he enjoyed more then hearing you found him sexy.

Almost, watching you unfold and become stupid before him without him even fucking you yet, that in itself was truly the best thing.

his hands always turned you on, how fucking huge they were compared to you and the way he could manhandle you yet stayed so sweet all the time. maybe it had frustrated him too.

Sometimes you wondered if there was another side to him after you saw him cry and right now? You were getting closer then you knew.

Maybe, Sukuna would've laughed if you thought that out loud.

it was quite obvious by now. He had completely lost his control over his need for you, his finger moved deeper, curling up while it completely slicked with your wetness.

"Oh- ha. I missed you too baby.." he wasn't even talking to you.. you ignored it however riding out your high. "have you been playing with yourself baby?"

your stomach clenched feeling him add another finger but it was all you wanted to have his hands all over you again.

to have him fill you up, for now this would definitely do. your cheeks heated up from his question but you knew better then to ignore his questions, "n..not lately.." you gasped at the feeling of being filled his thick fingers.

"poor pussy, clearly feeling neglected.." he tsked — you spread your legs wider for him so his hand fit between your thighs easier and he made it worth it. "good girl, baby." He cooed pumping his fingers faster his thumb pressing onto your sensitive clit, maybe it was the way he praised you for the littlest things or how he finally paid attention to your poor little clit but you came instantly. "Oh yes, yes yesyes- thank you, oh fuck." You rode him. your hand clasping onto his wrist while you literally drove your hips into his hand.

It was almost hard to focus, thank god you were home.

Sukuna didn't waste a moment pulling his fingers out of you, you would've complained but he didn't let you.

He stuffed your mouth with his two fingers as soon as your lips parted to speak. you looked at your husband, his eyes blown wide almost black now. your tongue swirled around his fingers. he groaned in response pulling them from your lips, this really wasn't helping..

He unbuckled your seatbelt with no difficulty, grabbing you by your hips.

he didn't walk to the other side of the car. he simple pulled you out of your seat. you straddled his lap and he was out of the car carrying you into the house where you didn't even get a second before he practically threw you onto the bed.

Sukuna was ontop of you in a second only taking a moment to get rid of his bullet proof vest that scattered somewhere along the floor. his lips moved against your neck, oh how he missed you. this was more then just sexual desire it was the feeling of having the one person in the entire world he wants close to him finally being as close to him as he wants.

the feeling of properly getting to please you, to soak in your warmth.

he groaned softly, almost a purr. just happy to be in your space again this closely. "Sukunaaa.." you whined his name softly your hands digging into his hair. his bulge was grinding into your tights — where he knew your now very sensitive cunt is.

its barely anything. barely friction you can feel yet it everything. your hips buck up to feel more, to have him do it again but he just grins. totally pleased with your reaction to him while he kisses every part of your neck inhaling your scent like he hadn't smelled it the numerous times you had cuddled together already in the past couple of weeks.

Something about you aroused just smelled different to him, sweeter.

"I missed you, so, so much." He breathed repeating himself while still lathering kissed onto you.

you shrieked when you felt the tear and then heard it, your dress was in two before you could scold him about not doing it. "shhh, I know. 'you broke my favourite dress' buy a million dresses I don't care." He shut you up before you could speak yet again — His lips moved down.

greedy hands diving in behind your back to unclip your bra. It was still day, settling into night which allowed the outside light to cast a glow over the room giving him the perfect view of your nipples, Sukuna practically had heart eyes when he peered down at you. his hands held the outside of your breast pushing them together so he could look at both your perky nipples before diving in and circling them with his tongue.

He groanen, the way he did when he ate a fruit or drank after a long run or when he ate your cunt... or apparently licked your nipples?

You moaned feeling your nipples grow hard. it felt too good his tongue on your now hard nipples and the way he circled them.

So teasing but so good.

"Baby, please." You begged again, "I want you." Your hands dove into his hair grabbing onto it. Sukuna softly dragged his teeth around your cute little nipples. everything about you was just adorable and he didn't even know how he had the self control before, right now he didn't remember anything.

Not even the fact he was still fully clothed and you were already half naked. he reached behind him into his belt that was attached to his pants. it had a number of things including the large knife he now pulled.

Again you felt it, the ripping sound. you gasped. he could've done that with his hands but he chose to do it this way, and again when the knife dug into your panties to cut a hole into those aswell.

You actually felt it, the little cold pointy end between your folds. just for a second long enough for Sukuna to notice you did. "So wet for me already baby.." he shook his head slightly, ruffs of pink hair moving while he did so.

"You want me baby?" His fingers dipped into your wetness smearing it onto your little hard clit. you nodded which only got you a soft pout from Sukuna, you knew what that meant. use your words.

"I do Sukuna, please-" you begged, hips once more automatically moving to him. Sukuna nodded softly taking in your request, he looked sexy as ever hands going down to unbuckle his belt. the sound alone made you excited.

He pulled his pants down far enough so they sagged slightly bellow his ass. boxers going down with them. Your lips parted when you saw how hard he was, heavy balls hanging low from not having an orgasm in nearly a year now. it had felt like years.

Decades since he had been inside of you.

Still Sukuna possessed a spirit that loved to tease you, he wanted you to be ready when he entered you. hurting you was the last thing he wanted for the first time you two had sex again.

Instead of listening to your desperate pleas and the little whimpers of need coming from your lips he pumped his cock once, his strong hand around it.

You almost felt jealous of his hand until he pushed his cock down onto your wet slit. you looked down legs parted as you watched him dip his cock into your cunts wetness — where your squelching hole was clenching around nothing.

Right where he had ripped the hole, it was only large enough to present your cunt to him. when he lifted his cock up again a string of wetness connected him to you. he smiled, not condescending or cocky he was proud and genuinely over the moon.

And you were impatient. "mm, please Sukuna fuck me." you begged, whimpered it sounded more like a needy whisper really. a lot higher and different from your normal voice and Sukuna had missed it, he missed it more then his old self, he missed that sound.

that sound that told him more then your words that you enjoyed what he did, that he was making you feel good — so good even your body couldn't deny otherwise by telling him so through your needy little whimpers and your wet soaked cunt.

he shuddered softly, it was more then pleasing to him to just see how wet you were for him. so ready.

he moved to position your legs over his thighs while you remained laying down on your back your hands trying to grab at him to kiss him, touch him.

But he didn't let you now, he simply pressed your chest back down so your back laid flat on the bed while he softly fucked his hard cock through your soaking wet folds.

every-time he went down you felt him press into your hole a little more. every-time he went up the tip of his cock pressed into your clit sending eclectic bolts to your now very hard nipples. you could cry from overstimulation already and he hadn't done anything yet. your hands balled into fists grabbing onto the sheets.

It was absolutely amazing for Sukuna, he admired every moment of it.

When he was rutting his clothed cock over your panty clothed cunt it wasn't enough and now it was almost too much already, and still not enough. your slick mixing with his precum. the way he was staring at you with that proud grin because you were already in such need your pupils had grown as wide as his, your nipples we're almost blushing the way cheeks did right now. maybe it was the fact he hadn't touched you in so long but he didn't remember you being this sensitive.

He smacked his hard cock onto your clit a couple times essentially spanking your cunt with his cock while you tossed around begging him to fuck you. "so needy huh? all this from watching me tell people what to do?.." he wondered out loud, you nod frantically anything at this point to get him to fuck you, "please, Sukuna-" his cock moved past your hole again, softly bumping your clit but still barely putting friction there. He was playing with your cunt, dipping his hard tip into your wet hole but not fucking you. you moaned breaking the remaining self control he had.

it had been weeks he had been back. before that he had been gone for months and finally feeling your little cunt clench around nothing, trying so hard to suck him in when he just barely dipped the hard tip of his cock into your wet essence was actual paradise.

He could stay here forever but ofcourse that would be torment for you.

Sukuna let out an almost animalistic low grown while he got lost in rutting his cock over your cunt, "fuck, you're soaked." He breathed trying not to get lost in his thoughts. Not realising when his eyes closed and he came all over your cunt. you gasped watching the white ropes of cum cover your already soaking wet hole more focused on the string of curses and groans that left your husbands mouth.

he looked down at your covered cunt, your little clit that disappeared beneath the white of his cum. Surely you were prepped enough now right?

he looked so sexy still in his uniform, muscles bulging beneath the fabric but even now covered by the fabric he was absolutely huge above you.

"Sukuna please, just fuck me." you begged your hand grabbed at his on your waist but he just nodded softly between heavy breath "you miss me?"

you whined nodding frantically, "of course i did kuna please, i need to feel you." you bucked your hips up. "sound so sweet when you're begging for me baby." he moved his hand from your waist to your cheek, "beg for it baby cmon, let me hear your sweet little voice beg." he stoked your cheek gently before going back to your waist, a grip that didn't only steady you but mostly claimed you.

his hands were huge claiming half your back in the process, his thumb pressing into your stomach making sure to leave marks for tomorrow.

He really wanted to fuck you but hearing you beg? It was a part of what he saw as the best thing ever.

"please, please,please fuck me kuna!" you begged frustrated, your eyes closed trying to calm yourself down, to find your high and to ride it on his hard cock bumping into your clit, occasionally. your hips moved back and forth giving it your best attempt at riding his cock, your mind already going hazy, begs left your lips as you rode the bottom of his length over your cunt.

begs, begs, beg- "sergeant-kuna! please!" you corrected yourself eyes shooting open to look at Sukuna.

Sukuna didn't stop his teasing, his cock just slowed down then it stilled completely against your cunt — not giving you nearly enough friction for an orgasm. "huh? did you just call me sergeant baby? fuck that was so cute." he shook his head softly in disbelief in all the years you had been together you said it as a joke but watching him command and them calling him that must've really made you weak in the knees. "sergeant-kuna, i like it. i like it a lot, come on baby you can do better beg your sergeant to give you what you want." he smirked your cheeks felt hot, you were a bit embarrassed at it slipping from your lips but it made you weak when Sukuna referred to himself like that.

you shook your head, "Sukuna, please-"

"uh uh, not Sukuna."

"please fuck me?"

Sukuna waited before almost shifting away. you closed your eyes tightly, "sergeant-kuna, will you please fuck me-" you completely stilled when the knife dragged through your wetness instead of his cock. ofcourse Sukuna used the top part of the knife where it wasn't sharp to drag it through your folds and over your little hard clit. you flinched at the coldness.

"lay still." his voice wasn't as light as just a couple seconds ago, it was a mixture of earlier, when he was commanding and something else. hunger. you completely stilled. "good, good girl." he whispered looking down at the hole in your panties while smearing his knife all in your slick.

"Open." He moved the knife from your wetness to your mouth. knowing your husband would never hurt you, you obeyed. opening your mouth and sliding your tongue out to which Sukuna hummed appreciatively.

You were still so perfect for him, he hadn't guessed it any other way but for it to be this natural after months it was a blessing he only had with you, he'd only ever want with you. you were his forever, and he was yours.

He didn't even worry about your gaze on him, when it lingered over his scar now because all he saw was pure lust in your eyes while you licked the knife clean so he could take it back. "Been thinking about fucking you all day in these pretty tights.." he hummed looking down at the small hole that only exposed your cunt to him.

Sukuna took the knife from your lips, you bit your lips peering up at him with nothing but lust and love. Your attitude? Came absolutely out of no where but pure sexual frustration and the need to have your husband fuck you already. "Are you scared kuna? Scared you forgot how to fuck me-" his cock dipped into your hole instantly stretching you around just his tip.

Your eyes rolled back bending your head back into the pillows. "Yeah, that's what I thought brat. Dont start being smart with me now, you've been so good for me this entire time." He pushed in another inch you squealed. "I didn't want to make the first time back a punish fuck for you baby, wanted this to be special. show you how mucccch," he pushed in another inch. "Love I have for you my sweet girl." He cooed when he saw the tears brimming at your eyes. "oh no, no no don't cry baby." He hushed leaning forward the angle forced your thighs higher up. his cock filled you up barely even fully being inside of you yet. His lips hovered over yours. "I'm going to do exactly that, you feel so good — haven't been touching your cunt lately have you baby? You've been neglecting yourself this much- ah, fuck." He hissed feeling you tighten around him. your eyes shutting completely at the overwhelming pleasure of your husband.

His scent his hands all over you his body ontop of yours even if it hoovered more then laid directly onto you. Sukuna was twice your size and heavy, he didn't want to suffocate you the first time he fucked you, even if you liked that at times.

it was perfect for Sukuna. you were completely gone from being around him again, really him — not the shell your husband was a couple weeks ago, him. His scent had driven your mind to much. your cunt was clenching around him like it was hugging him, missed him.

And you didn't want to have it any other way now that he was finally feeling like himself again.

You kissed him. moaning into his mouth when he pushed the remaining inches inside of you. he kissed you back, almost in pain while he tried to stay still enough so you could adjust. he had prepped you plenty but still you were tighter then he could remember.

Maybe he just hadn't thought of it much.. Sukuna was so inlove with you sex wasn't always the first thing on his mind but when it was? You drove him insane.

You moaned which allowed Sukuna to let his tongue slip past your teeth. inviting you into a wet sloppy open mouthed kiss, you couldn't exactly decline nor did you want to. you moaned into his mouth your spit still tasting of your own cum and his precum mixing with his spit that was completely him.

You had never wanted to be closer to your husband then now. your hands began pawing at his clothes, his shirt and his military jacket you found so sexy earlier was becoming suffocating between the two of you. Sukuna didn't waste a second to rid himself of his army jacket and undershirt. Revealing his toned body — his shoulders that you hung onto for dear life when he fucked you into oblivion — his arms that manhandled you. and last but not least the dog tag he wore around his neck that you had grown used to swinging around everytime he fucked you.

You were already drooling before but now? You just whined in pure need.

all that was left was his military pants around his legs that he really couldn't be asked to take off as they didn't bother either of you much. you found it rather sexy a reminder of where you had sat in that chair earlier soaked through your panties already because he just looked that good. especially with his confidence back.

Sukuna began slowly thrusting his cock but Sukuna was big.

not just because you hadn't been with him in months he was bigger then any of your toys, his fingers he was just actually huge. slightly curving up at the tip which allowed him to kiss your cervix even with little thrusts.

even if he barely got an inch out and back in he touched that sweet sensitive spot deep inside of you.

You whined a half moan out when he picked up his pace. "sukun-ah," you tried to thank him but he just bit your shoulder, mostly to claim you partially because you didn't address him properly and a bit because he was truly losing it.

Your warm walls clenched around him so perfectly, so wet and inviting — sucking him in even deeper because truly you didn't want him to go. he groaned into your neck while rutting his hips back and forth, heavy balls smacking into the flesh of your ass every time he forced his entire length back into you.

You could already only let out barely coherent moans and whimpers when you heard him chuckle. his hands beside your head while he steadied himself above you. a good distance between your naked chest and his while he smacked his hips into you harsher, "don't know how to fuck you huh? Really? Does it look like I don't know how to fuck you baby? Does it feel like I don't know what I'm doing?" He sounded less scary then earlier but still there was a tone in his voice — it thrilled you beyond comprehension. Sending a tingle right through your belly.

"I-I'm sorry sir!" You whined your hand moving down to rub your clit, "ah, ah you haven't been taking care of this cunt why should I let you now?" Sukuna moved back so he sat up again, getting a perfect view of your breasts jiggling with every bounce and the way your cunt completely sucked him in.

He licked his lips brows slightly pressed together when his big hands gripped your hips again to pull you off his cock and slowly back on. mesmerised by the way he disappeared inside of you.

One hand left your right hip to lazily rub little circles over your clit. you arched your back feeling your orgasm build. Sukuna sped up slightly his hand that remained on your waist helping your butt up a bit so he could angle his cock in even deeper.

You came on his cock, walls clenching around him so tightly he couldnt help but come too. he hissed, "fuck, baby- I didn't mean to yet, fuck." He breathed out harshly completely caught off guard.

He was already fighting it but with you gripping onto him like that he couldn't do anything but give you what your cunt so badly needed, to be filled completely by him.

Even through your orgasm he kept on rutting his cock in a steady pace milking himself inside of your cunt. "You still take me like a champ baby, making your sergeant feel real good. every soldier would be proud of you baby." he chimed in gaining a pout from you, "mm, bet they were thinking of how I fuck you all day. wondering how a sweet little thing like you ended up with me.."

A smirk took over his lips, "little do they know my little soldier is a total brat, aren't you baby? Teasing me at work, trying to get me to fuck you quicker by testing my patience." He shook his head softly.

"You were testing your luck sweetheart, and aren't you lucky I gave them all a late start tomorrow..." he trailed off looking down at your stuffed cunt, now cock warming him as he rubbed your clit. "gonna have time for this all night."

"All night to fuck you, fill you up... so before you give out, I want you to fuck me."

You parted your lips, "come on, put those hips to work baby." He softly slapped the side of your ass with a humours laugh.

You whined softly driving your hips into him. It was so weak he actually laughed making you to feel humiliated. "You're being mean-"

"No." He rutted his hips in harshly a punishing thrust. "looks like I'm not the one who forgot how to fuck baby, if you're gonna have big talk you better back it up." He smacked your cunt over your clit. you whined a bratty soft whine before you actually started to move your hips into his groin.

it took you about fifteen thrusts before your legs were giving out, sixteen was weak, but still okay. sukuna didnt help, “is that all you got private? come on~ you can do better than that!” he was mocking how wet you got at his commanding earlier, it made your stomach twist and turn in knots of need and at nineteen your thighs shook everytime you tried to move yourself up on his thighs again.

you had propped yourself up on your elbows to try and make it easier but now all you could do was fall back onto the mattress with a dramatic sigh. Sukuna chuckled. his large arms diving under your back and picking you up, filling you completely again while you sat snuggly in his lap.

"Come on baby just admit it," he whispered but before he could finish you dragged your tongue over his check, past the place where his eyes used to be and over his eyebrow. your eyes practically turning into hearts.

"You're beautiful sir," you blushed trying to address him without being embarrassed, he was your husband but the time and distance and everything inbetween made you feel like two teens again having sex for the first time, only difference now was Sukuna properly felt accepted by you and hearing this made him blush so deeply his ears turned red.

you smiled kissing his whole face including his scars. "so so, pretty." You admitted, not what Sukuna wanted you to admit -that he was a good fuck- but subconsciously what he wanted even more — what he had wanted all along, to be pretty to you.

It reminded him of the first time you called him beautiful since seeing his scars, filling his chest with a familiar warm fuzziness only you ever caused even then it was just reassuring. he didn't fully believe you yet because he hadn't accepted himself yet. he was merely a shell of who he used to be and after gaining his confidence back, after you build him up again he could finally truly feel the affect of those words.

Sukunas lips parted at your words, the softness behind them. like never before he wanted to show you just how much he loved you, he didn't ever feel not accepted by you but after his accident and his already lack of confidence for himself your acceptance now after helping put him back together made his eyes teary once more. "no baby, you're fucking beautiful — inside and out, thank you." He smiled. his hands settled once more on your waist helping rock your body up and down in his lap. you licked his scars again, tears prickling at your eyes from the emotional overwhelming feeling you felt to finally have your husband understand you have loved him for him all along.

To have him understand what's inside will always matter more to you then what's on the outside but also... to show him you actually found it sexy. the scar that had now healed over. the deep pink lines that carved its way into his skin.

It was another reminder of how strong he was, his strong thighs beneath you, his big arms steady around you lifting you with no effort at all and that scar that showed you nothing could ever stop Sukuna from coming back to you.

Nothing but him and even now, he too would never stop himself again.

Tears dropped on your cheeks which is how you didn't notice Sukunas doing the same when his hips drove into you faster muttering little iloveyou's. "you're so perfect baby, mine all mine." He chanted feeling you get close to your orgasm again.

He knew exactly how to angle you in a way his cock hit every soft spot, every vein on his cock was felt by your sensitive walls. he knew not to thrust too quickly or excited but maybe hearing how much you loved him and you openly drooling all over his scar made him snap his hips a bit quicker then intended.

Your soft moans turned into little whimpers and then soft squeals while you muttered "thank you sir." Over and over into his shoulder, your third orgasm. arriving before everything went black.

Sukuna came, filling you up once more and not completely realising you were out until he spoke, "you did so good baby, so good. Thank you princess. I'm so proud of you.." he whispered softly into your ear as he kissed your neck. though you didn't respond which made him pull his head back. a smile took over his lips, genuine and real at your fucked out tired state. Lips puffy from how much he had bitten onto them and kissed them. your chest littered in bite marks and hickeys along with your shoulders.

In all his glory he hasn't even realised you were still wearing those panties and tights. He positioned you in his lap so your face leaned onto his shoulder, "there we go baby."

His hands reached down to tear the remaining fabric and discard of them on the floor. he picked you up, strong arms careful to not apply to much pressure.

he didn't realise this was genuinely the first orgasm you had in months.

All he realised was that he was home and you were his and he was yours.

He was actually yours which is all he wanted to be. he lowered you into the bathtub he had prepared on while he wiped you clean and sank in himself.

All he could think about when he bathed you was how lucky he was to have someone so precious. so deserving of love.

To think he wanted to take it away from you because he thought you wouldn't accept him almost made him angry now. that he had thought of you that way, you were nothing but accepting of him since you met him, you had never given him any reason to think you wouldn't accept him.

Though he couldn't be angry right now, he had left that behind for you — the anger he felt for himself.

Your love was truly unconditional, even when he was broken apart your love gave him a safe space to put himself back together, the cold lining between his cracks was you.

wether he would accept the fact you loved him or not it wouldn't go anywhere at that in itself gave Sukuna the reassurance he needed reassurance he had never needed before it wasn't about being pretty it was about being the same for you, to be who he was for you — the biggest relief he could ever possibly feel was having you in his arms like this.

safe.

He bathed you and gave you water before dressing you in a pair of his boxers and a large shirt. you didn't come to until a couple hours later when he got you something to eat and some more water. you cradled into his chest where you often pecked little kisses into it making his heart once more tighten up with that familiar feeling of love that you held for him.

To feel it be familiar again was all he wanted, not different.

With ease in his heart he sighed into your hair, as he closed his eyes relishing in the fact he would have forever with you, again. The same way he did at your wedding. Though now he didn't just love you, you had taught him to love himself through your unconditional love.

he could finally openly show you just how much he really loved you because you can only truly love when you love and accept yourself.

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｡°🚂༄｡° This is an 18+ JJK x Reader writing event. You must be 18 or older to participate.

｡°🚂༄｡° Only the seven listed characters, with two writing slots open for each character. Claims are first come, first served and are not final until confirmed.

｡°🚂༄｡° Your fic must ft the character in his assigned uniformed occupation and prompt, however you interpret said prompt. The profession/ job should be part of the premise rather than functioning solely as a costume.

｡°🚂༄｡° Fluff, angst, romance, smut, and dark themes are welcome, but any romantic or sexual interaction must involve clear, mutual consent. Please include appropriate content warnings.

｡°🚂༄｡° There is no required word count. drabbles, one-shots, and longer works are all welcome.

｡°🚂༄｡° Tag me in your finished fic and use the hashtags ( #​alyevents ૮˶․ ․ ྀི˶ა and men in uniform ) so I can find it and add it to the masterlist.

｡°🚂༄｡° The posting deadline is August 31 2026. dm me before the deadline if you need more time.

｡°🚂༄｡° If you can no longer participate, please tell me so your slot can be reopened.