| Shoto |

You knew Sukuna worked too much. You’d known that before you ever started whatever this was with him. You knew that every extra shift, every call‑in, every overtime hour usually meant the difference between him scraping by and actually having enough money left at the end of the week to breathe. You knew that. It didn’t mean you had to like it.

The afternoon had started suspiciously well, which should’ve been your first warning. You and Sukuna had been sitting on a bench outside a convenience store, sharing a carton of fries you’d bought after wandering aimlessly around the city for nearly two hours. Not a date… definitely not a date. Just the two of you hanging out. Alone. On a Saturday. After he’d specifically cleared his afternoon. Totally not a date.

“fuck is this about?” he asked as his gaze stayed on the screen, the camera already recording. you giggled, a sound he’d once admitted was his favorite with all its sweetness, and he sighed deeply, already accepting defeat. because who the hell did he think he was, before his sweet girl he’d certainly burn the whole world for?

“you’ll see.” you mumbled, a playful grin stretching across your face. the camera angle was already perfect, catching both his figure and every grumpy expression, but you kept checking it just to be sure.

you had stumbled across the trend while scrolling, knowing your boyfriend probably hadn’t since he avoided social media like the plague, claiming that place was full of dimwits. from the moment you’ve seen the trend, you’ve always wanted to try it. and now, quite late to the trend, he stood there with his hands shoved into his pockets, an amused look resting on his features, about to partake in a trend he wasn’t even aware of.

after checking the camera one more time, you made your way over, still giggling with a disturbingly joyous tone.

“you sound fucking evil.” he groaned at the sight of your grin since he was already familiar with the scene, aware that you were planning something.

you stopped in front of him, your eyes were sparkling with joy and you were barely containing your laughter. he, visibly defeated, also smiled warmly, a sweet gesture he only ever showed to you. the stretch on his lips could’ve looked unfamiliar to anyone else, but to you it was known and comforting. a gesture so unlike him yet so much of him. so much of a part of him only you knew.

you gently took his arms, lifting them above his head. “the hell?” he asked, but you simply shrugged, making sure he keeps them there. for a moment, you also enjoyed the vision, his tight tee clinging onto his huge biceps and stretching the poor fabric.

then you tangled your fingers into his short, pinkish hair, and rose onto your tiptoes to meet his lips. the moment your lips caught his, he let out a low groan, straight from his chest.

his hands dropped almost instantly. they smoothly found your hips, pulling you against him, his warmth seeping through his hands to your body.

you’d guessed he would probably lower his arms as he openly disliked listening to others, but then again he had built an habit of obeying you over the years you were together —and still, even if he did lower them, you hadn’t expected it to be this quick.

“kuna you are so weak-“ you barely breathed the words with a pleased laugh out before he cut you off, crashing his lips onto yours again with aggressive yet careful moves.

“babe, let me breathe— okay the trend’s over-“ you tried to speak, laughing against his moist lips, as his hands wandered all over your body.

“trend?” he muttered, merely pulling back as his lips still hovered over yours, his brows furrowing, and you laughed.

“mhmm, to see if you’d melt into the kiss. you are sooo weak baby.” he glanced at the camera, and rolled his eyes as he finally understood the situation. even so he kept his hands on yours again hips, his grip tightening just slightly.

you wake up drenched in sweat. your chest heaving, your eyes bloodshot while you try to remember what got you in such a frenzy in the first place. you couldn’t feel your limbs, the walls closing in on you while your mind seemed to spiral over what seemed to be nothing.

you hated when this happened. always running away and hiding in your room curled up in on yourself until the feeling disappeared. rotting until you found the next best distraction to just. run away from it all.

you found yourself seated on your kitchen counter, gasping for air, praying to god sukuna, or worse—yuji didn’t find you.

but alas, your luck only lasted so long, sukuna making way from the room, his eyes still full of sleep before he found you in the dim lights.

“baby, what’s wrong?”

“it’s nothing, kuna, go to bed before yuji wakes u-up.”

you tried to hold back your sobs, forcing them back into your throat.

“too late the brat was awake the second you got out of bed.”

he didn’t ask questions, just silently wrapped his arms around you while you hiccuped into him, your body still shaking from whatever it was that seemed to have awoken you.

yuji made his way to the two of you, his tiny arms tugging at the hem of your pants.

“are you okay auntie.” he squeaked out, while you picked him up, cradling him against your chest.

“wass it a scary dream? i have those too!!” he yelped trying his hardest to make you feel better his tiny arms trying their best to wipe away your tears while sukuna had almost a death grip on your waist, slowly tracing circles on your skin until your breath evened out.

“it was, yuji.”

“i’ll protect you!!” is all he screamed before hugging you by the neck while you softly giggled against him.

“you see that? you aren’t really alone anymore, doll.”

“y-yeah. i guess so, huh?”

your heart started to beat a steady rhythm again, drowned with overwhelming amounts of affection by two of the strangest pink haired men. but gods you loved them to death.

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when your husband is supposed to be the calm, rational one, you don’t expect to find him standing at the foot of the bed with his cock in his hand, whining into the dark.

but that’s where satoru ends up. tank top pushed halfway up his ribs, belt hanging useless from one loop, pants around his knees. his fist works up and down the fat length of his cock in rough, punishing strokes, spit and precum smeared down to his balls. he’s staring at you the whole time—at the soft curve of your hip under the sheet, the flutter of your lashes against your cheek. pregnant. glowing. carrying his baby.

and he’s rutting into his hand like some desperate virgin.

the panties he stole from the laundry basket are bunched in his other hand, pressed to his face. he inhales like he’s drowning, shuddering so hard the flimsy fabric trembles against his nose. your musky scent has him sobbing out a noise that doesn’t sound him at all.

“fuck, baby—” it rips out of him, pitched way too high. “smell so good... oh fuck, i can’t—can’t stop.”

his cock is obscene. flushed dark, veins raised under the skin, the head slick enough to shine in the faint glow of the bedside lamp. precum drips in heavy strings down his balls, thick enough to coat his knuckles. every stroke drags more slick out of him, messy and loud—schlick, schlick, schlick.

he sucks at the fabric like it could feed him, panting between licks, nose buried deep so he could breathe you in while his tongue works. “god, i'd eat you out for days if i just—mnhm!—if i just had the chance...”

his hips snap forward into his own fist, cock smacking his stomach with each thrust. precum splatters onto his tank top, dripping onto the hardwoods in obscene drops.

disgusting. a husband rutting into his fist because he’s too scared to touch his pregnant wife.

but satoru can’t stop. he’s babbling now, words spilling fast and needy. “want it so bad–fuck, i’d worship you, i'd never stop—”

he chokes on a sob as his balls tighten up, cock jerking violently in his grip. the sound he makes is humiliating, a high and euphoric whine. his thighs shake.

cum spurts out in heavy ropes, hot and endless, painting his stomach, his abs, his fist, the floor. lewd, thick jets that won’t stop, spilling like his body is trying to empty years of frustration at once. it drips down the backs of his fingers, strings across his knuckles, sprays his shirt. he gasps, still pumping through it, cock still twitching violently.

“ah—mnhg—fuck, t-too much, i can’t...” his voice cracks, strangled, but his fist won’t let go. more cum leaks out, drooling down his cock, streaking his thighs. his knees buckle and he braces one hand on the nightstand, forehead dropping against the wood with a hollow thud.

when it’s finally over, when the spurts slow to tiny dribbles, he’s still shaking so hard he can barely breathe. his cock still twitches against his stomach, still half-hard like it doesn’t know how to stop.

and you’re still asleep, lips parted beautifully while he stands there.

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you wake up at the feeling of tiny, sticky hands pulling at your cheeks. letting out a soft hum, opening your eyes slowly to find the cutest little face in front of you, smiling brightly

“morning’, mommy!” he chirps, flashing you his baby teeth.

“mmm, good morning, baby” you murmur sleepily, hand going to his face, brushing his messy bed hair off his forehead, “you are up early today,”

“yeah! i dreamed about you!” he excitedly tells you as you slowly sit on the bed, pulling your son into your lap

“yeah? about what?”

before your son can even open his mouth, a low grunt made both of you turn your heads to the other side of the bed to see a tuft of pink hair buried face down on the pillows, a muscular, tattoed arm emerging from the covers to settle heavily around your stomach.

“s’too fucking early for this,” your husband mutters under his breath, eyes still squeezed shut.

you swat at his arm, a smile tugging at your lips the moment yuuji starts giggling at his dad’s bad word. “ryo! language,” you scold softly and your husband finally opens his eyes slowly, squinting against the morning light.

“brat’s old enough, don’t you think?” sukuna asks, looking at his son, who only nods enthusiastically.

“yeah, mommy! i’m a big kid, i got 'munity to bad words!” your son puffs his chest proudly, tilting his chin up

sukuna flashes you a sleepy, loopsided smirk before closing his eyes again. this time, his arm raise from your stomach to tug at yuuji, making the little boy fall between the two of you.

“go back to sleep, brat. it’s saturday and too early to be up,” he says, his big hand covers  his son’s face to force him to close his eyes and yuuji giggles, moving his face back and forth to escape his father’s grip.

“dad! i was going to tell mommy about my dream!” he whines, pouting but the little yawn that leaves his lips tells you he was ready for another hour or so of sleep.

“later, let your mom rest,” sukuna opens an eye to look at you, gesturing with his head for you to lie back down, “come here, ma. cuddle your husband and son,”

you let out soft laugh, lying on your side, soon feeling the weight of your husband’s arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him and the now sleepy yuuji tucked against his chest.

closing your eyes, you let out a dreamy sigh, falling back to sleep enveloped by the warmth of your two favorite boys.

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you sighed the second you saw him.

"riki."

he smiled immediately. it was that stupid grin, like he knew exactly what he'd done . . . like he knew he was the reason this whole thing between you two had even started in the first place.

it used to be just niki — professional and probably the smartest option until he decided he hated it.

until he started not listening, not sitting still, not behaving like a toddler unless you said his real name like it made a difference.

so riki it was.

"you're unbelievable," you whined. his hair which had been perfectly styled not even five minutes ago, now fell messily over his forehead like he ran his hands through it on purpose.

he watched you intently, his head tilting ever so slightly. "what did i do?"

you paused in front of him. "don't act like you don't know." your fingers slowly ran through his hair. "i just did this . . . do you like wasting my time?"

his gaze dropped to your mouth.

"mmm, definitely not a waste," he said. "i get you like this."

you rolled your eyes, your hands not stopping in his hair.

"so annoying," you mumbled.

"you say that every time, baby."

your eyes met his. his voice sounded like he knew exactly what he was doing to you. whatever this was should have been shut down, but it wasn't.

you stepped close enough that his knees bumped your thighs, gold bracelets clicking together as you reached up again. he leaned into your arm without thinking as it grazed his warm cheek.

"keep talking like that," you lowly said, "and i won't touch you again."

he huffed a laugh. "don't lie, yn."

god, he was impossible. and the worst part was ... he was being dead serious.

his hand closed around your waist. his thumb pressed into your side as if he was checking to see if you would pull away, but of course you didn't.

he watched everything.

the way you bit your lip when you were focused, the way your glasses slid slightly down your nose and you pushed them back up with your wrist, the way your black top moved up when you reached and the flex of your stomach that made his grip on you tighten.

you were unreal — he'd do way worse if it meant you would stand this close to him again.

"like what you see?" you mumbled.

"of course."

he really had no shame when it came to you.

you exhaled a breath, not actually mad. "be professional."

“i am.”

you bit the inside of your cheek as your fingers moved from his hair to his cheek, purposefully brushing slower than necessary, just testing something.

his breath shifted.

"hm," you exclaimed, tilting your head and studying him, "for someone who pretty much begged me to call him riki, you're still not very well behaved."

his eyes darkened at that.

"i don't beg."

you raised your eyebrows. "be serious."

"well it worked, didn't it?"

you hummed, your hand still on his face, your thumb dragging just below his lip . . . and he felt it too much.

"say it," he mumbled.

you pretended not to understand. "what?"

he leaned forward so your noses brushed. "my name."

you pouted a little — definitely doing it on purpose now.

"riki," you softly said, closer than before.

his grip on your waist tightened, fingers digging lightly into the warm flesh of your hip.

"again."

"so needy," you whispered, leaning in more. your lips grazed his as you spoke, your breath brushing his mouth now. "you like it when i say your name, riki?"

he let out a throaty groan in response, his gaze darkening as you batted long eyelashes up at him innocently. neither of you moved.

your fingers tightened around his collar, but you didn't pull him in yet. he didn't rush anything - he wanted you so incredibly badly, but he'd wait . . . only for you.

you tilted your head and your lips teasingly brushed his twice, finding amusement in the way his breathing caught.

"are you sure?" you mumbled, eyes falling onto his perfect lips.

he let out an impatient breath. "you know i am, yn."

you pulled him in by his collar and he immediately responded, his hand sliding underneath your top and against your bare stomach as he kissed you back deeply.

it was slightly messy . . . your fingers tangled in his hair, completely messing it up once again. his hands roamed all over you like you would disappear if he didn't hold you tight enough.

you finally pulled away for air, lips all pink and plump and still brushing his.

"they're probably wondering where you are," you said quietly.

"i don't care." he didn't even open his eyes yet. "i need you right now."

you smiled against his mouth.

"y'know, i kinda like your hair messy."

"yeah?" he mumbled, finally looking at you. "or do you just like touching me?"

you hummed and looked up, pretending to think about it.

"maybe."

"please come here, baby." he smirked down at you like it was the best sight ever. "i've been thinking about doing this forever."

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“So sweet, my pretty girlfriend,” his glasses fog up when he leans down, licking your inner thigh that is trembling, sliding higher until his tongue is on you – but it's not on your skin, it's on the soaked cotton of your panties.

“Fuck…” he moans as he gets those juices that are spilling through the fabric, his and squeezing his own cock as your thighs sit over his shoulders. 

“More, please,” you're tugging at his hair so hard it hurts, bucking up your hips for more. “I need you, please.”

“Such a needy girlfriend,” he murmurs, thumb circling his drooling tip, looking up at you with desperation in his pretty blue eyes. “You want me to lick it more for you?”

Your answer is a little nod, even having him lick you over your panties is more than you've ever had done, and fuck it feels good. Sinful as he trails a long, slow stripe over the fabric, the tip stopping right over your twitchy clit, his moan is muffled against the damp cotton.

“Toru!” He's lost in your scent, in that taste, the little hints of lace decorating your panties rough against his tongue, the sound is fucking filthy.

Satoru tugs those panties up more firmly, strings of gossamer saliva dripping and dissolving, peering up at you with flushed cheeks. “Like that, baby? Is this what you were thinking about instead of studying?”

Your only answer is to nod quickly, a jerky little motion as he sees those puffy lips just swallowing the damp material. He swipes his tongue over and over, the heat and wetness of his mouth making your entire body tremble. You feel it heating up, hearing the messy sounds of his own cock fucking his fist, wishing it were your throat instead.

"Oh god, Toru," you whimper out it so pathetically, your hands tangling in his soft white hair, fluffy and silky underneath your touch, trying to pull him closer, to shove his face where you need it. “Not enough, mnh!”

He chuckles against your puffy cunt, the vibration and the quick lave of his tongue have you on edge. Pulse racing as he had the audacity to tease you, landing a wet smack on your cunt that had you pathetic.

"Ah - ah," he clicks his tongue, catching your wrists in one of his stupidly large hands and pinning them against your waist, smirking at you in a way that's utterly not dirty at all. "No touching yet, sweetheart. I'm taking my time with you."

“Meanie,” he chuckles again, but you love it – feeling that strength as he grips you so tight. “My panties are ruined, Toru.”

“Mmm. Yes they are,” he tugs them again, looking at how wet the material is, just a pathetic little scrap of fabric with your juices pouring.

Instead of showing you mercy and moving them, he just presses them further against you again, tongue shoving that fabric until it's flush with your needy clit, you swear you can feel his tastebuds as that tongue drags through the fabric, pausing everywhere that has you jerking and honing in.

Like this nerdy boy is studying you.

especially when he’s got you pinned beneath him, buried so deep inside your tight, dripping cunt that you can barely think straight.

every brutal thrust has him dragging against every sensitive ridge inside you, slamming right into that spongy spot that makes your eyes roll back and your toes curl so hard they cramp.

his hips is snapping with that cocky, practiced rhythm, stretching you open around his thick cock like he owns every inch of your body.

the wet, filthy sound of him pounding into your soaked pussy fills the room, your juices coating his length and dripping down your ass with every deep stroke.

and he just can’t help himself.

the moment you start clenching and fluttering around him, moaning like a whore, that feral side of him takes over.

he leans down with a wicked grin, his eyes gleaming with pure mischief and hunger, and sinks his teeth into your skin very hard.

he bites down on the junction of your neck and shoulder, teeth digging in so sharply you yelp in pain, your whole body jerking violently beneath him.

“fuck- satoru!” you cry out, but he just moans like it’s the sweetest sound he’s ever heard.

he thinks you’re screaming because it feels that good.

“shit, baby… you’re so loud for me..” he groans against your bitten flesh, voice husky and dripping with arrogance.

his tongue laps over the fresh, throbbing mark before he bites down again, harder this time, right above your collarbone.

the sharp sting blooms into burning heat as he sucks hard, leaving a deep purple bruise while his cock keeps bullying that perfect spot inside you without mercy.

you scream again, a raw, broken sound that’s equal parts pain and overwhelming pleasure and it only makes him worse.

satoru chuckles darkly, the vibration traveling through your skin as he grinds his hips in slow, filthy circles, stirring his cock deep in your guts.

“yeah? right there, huh? keep screaming like that, sweetheart. you’re clenching so fucking tight every time i bite you… makes me think you love when i get rough.”

he shifts his angle, folding you nearly in half as he drives even deeper, another harsh bite lands on the swell of your breast, teeth grazing your nipple before clamping down.

the pain shoots straight to your core, making your pussy gush around him.

satoru’s lost in it, he pistons into you faster, harder, the headboard slamming against the wall as he chases his own high.

he bites your neck one more time, right as his fingers find your swollen clit, rubbing tight, mean circles.

the mix of pain and pleasure shoves you violently over the edge.

you shatter around him, screaming loud enough to make your throat raw as your walls spasm and flutter wildly.

satoru groans in satisfaction, hips stuttering as he fucks you through it, chasing his own release while still nibbling and sucking on your abused skin like he can’t get enough.

well…