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yours and roomate!sukuna’s relationship was complicated to say the least. complicated yet comfortable. your old dynamic was still up and running just with the addition of proximity. but that didnt mean things were always perfect, sukuna was still sukuna at the end of the day and he was far from perfect but he was trying.

bickering was common for the two of you, it was usually about guys or cleaning up mess but there were times were your heart was left feeling slightly shaken. you were a sensitive soul that was clear as day. sukuna was a lot more gentle with you than he was with his friends for example but sometimes the words left him before he could think about their repercussions.

today’s fight was a minor one to begin with. who had forgotten to unload the dryer and led a few of your clothes to become incredibly creased.

‘like seriously i need this shirt for tomorrow morning now im gonna have to wake up early to iron.’

‘im telling you kuna it wasn’t me, i would have remembered i always do.’

‘pssh yeah definitely.’

‘what does that mean?’

‘it means what more could i have expected from you of all people.’

‘if it was me i didn’t mean it.’

‘you didn’t mean it yet you’re always managing to do and say dumb shit. like seriously fucking grow up.’

immediately tears welled up at the harsh tone of his voice and the anger behind his words. you knew you weren’t as clever as some people but you didn’t think he found you this annoying, you had thought maybe there was even a bond developing between the two of you. comments from others about your sometimes unusual behavior and out of the blue remarks didn’t affect you as much, it was the ones from people who’s opinions you valued that tore away at your self esteem. stupid of you to think he would want to create a bond with someone as stupid as yourself when he has plenty of beautiful smart women at his hand. he would make random remarks about you being silly, maybe call you a dummy but you tried to not let it get to you, this however had tipped you off until you could no longer keep it inside. you were ashamed. ashamed to have done something so stupid.

sukunas hands were still inside the dryer, his focus on the task at hand so he hadn’t realised you hadn’t responded. then all of a sudden he heard the slight squeak of your feet on the tiled floor and a whispered sorry and only then did the guilt begin to situate. he himself was having a shitty day and the anger had built up so much so that the first inconvenience had him lashing out. at you of all people. he felt bad of course he did and he didn’t have the slightest clue as to how to check on you.

he made his way over to your room ready to be met with anger, that he could deal with. what he wasn’t prepared for was you hunched over, breathes coming out short and your shoulder shaking with how much you were crying.

‘baby? baby, hey look at me.’

you frantically wiped at your tears and attempted to stop the trembling of your hands. he hated to see you trying to act unaffected. he knew he was crazy about you before but seeing you like this, because of him was a pain he had never experienced before. the words were stuck in his throat, his pride always managing to ruin things for him.

‘you hate me.’

‘no i don’t brat, look what i said was out of line i was just mad i shouldn’t have said any of that. how could you think i hate you?’

‘because you’re always calling me stupid. i know im not like your other girl friends but you don’t have to be so rude to me all the time.’

sukuna had fucked up. majorly fucked up. what he thought was a harmless joke was actually hurting you. how could he care about anyone the same way he cared for you.

‘No, no i’m sorry baby i really am. i don’t give a shit about anyone let alone any girl the same way i care about you. i mean that doll from the bottom of my heart. i didn’t know it hurt you. i love everything about you doll. i look for you in everyone.’

‘do you think i’m stupid?’ you said with a sniffly nose and your hands gripping the comforter.

‘no doll i don’t think you’re stupid. i think you say some funny things sometimes but it makes you you. and i lo-‘ ‘i’ve gotten used to your antics by now brat’

‘i’m still a bit upset.’

‘yeah? what can i do to make it better?’

‘i think you have to cuddle me extra today.’

‘i’ll see what i can do’

immediately he folded you so you were pressed intro him. he was laying in his back against your pink fluffy cushions with you resting directly on his chest. he could feel your stuttered breathing against his chest, some tears still falling onto his shirt. he wanted so badly to tell you exactly what he was feeling but instead decided to stroke up and down your back, occasionally letting his hand roam down to your ass, softly molding you, patting you gently. your soft flesh under his palm was not only comforting to him but had you purring directly into his ear. he alternated between massaging your scalp, rubbing you back and patting your bum until your breathing had completely calmed.

‘really am sorry doll’ he whispered into your hair.

‘i know’ you whispered back with a little kiss to his chest.

cw: lol. humping, rubbing thru panties what’s the proper term for this? soft!dom sukuna he thinks he’s mean but he’s a softie, sub!reader, she’s bit of a bimbo we love her, tit fucking, feelings if you squint. MDNI.

a/n : not proofread but thank you for all the love on part one, any suggestions for the jjk roommate series are greatly appreciated :)

sukuna had been thinking about it all week. been creating an intervention in his mind about your way of living. he was putting an end to this. the past week itself was enough to finalize it for him. nearly every night you guys had sat down on the couch together to binge watch your current show. and every night you had been in your underwear and a thin tank top. sometimes he even turned the ac on so you’d feel colder and put a cardigan on. that backfired however when you were still cold and decided to seek heat from your big warm roommate. sukuna had dug his own grave because for the next one and a half hours he had your tits pressed up against his side and your ponytail draped over his arms. he could feel your hard nipples, could smell your shampoo and could see practically the entirety of your ass. safe to say he had a very long and cold shower that night while you ran along to your bed. and last night you had walked past him in the kitchen and ran your fingers up and down his back ogling his tattoos.

‘i really like your tattoos kuna’ you had said with the sweetest little smile on your face. you really had no idea what you did to him.

so tonight was the night. sukuna was gonna tell you what was on his mind. and you had presented the moment perfectly by tiptoeing into his room at 2:13am with your bunny plushy squeezed tight in your arms. sukuna was shocked to see you, he was planning to make his was to your room where he knew you were awake scrolling on your phone.

‘kuna i wanna sleep with you.’

his eyes nearly bulged out of his skull. knowing you, you would talk about sex so carelessly.

‘what??’

‘i wanna sleep with you.’ your voice was all tiny and whiny and you had that same fucking adorable tone that made him want to shove you in his pocket.

but to his relief (sort of) you peeled back the blanket and climbed into his lap, curling up like all the pictures of baby deers that you showed him. you made yourself comfortable by shuffling around some, your legs were around his waist, arms dropping to your sides.

‘why can’t you sleep in your own room.’

‘because i watched a scary video and it’s too cold in my room for me to get eight hours of sleep.’

Right. well his life just got ten times harder. he thought he’d have this problem sorted yet said problem was now in his lap. there were two ways he could do this. stroke your hair and pat your back as he explained what was bothering him. or pull your hair and smack your ass. unfortunately sukuna had never been much of a nice person.

‘listen doll there’s only so much i can tolerate.’

that had your attention, he rarely ever used this tone with you so you’d clearly made him mad.

‘i need to know exactly why you have no respect for me-‘

‘what? i respect you’

‘no you don’t. if you did, you wouldn’t be treating me like i’m one of your girlfriends. running around my place in your underwear. shoving your tits in my face every goddamn second of the day. grinding your little ass on me every time you fucking sit down.’

you had no words. you never thought sukuna would call you out on your behavior.

‘what? cat got your tongue now doll?’

‘i don’t like wearing clothes! i feel more comfy with no clothes on. i’m sorry.’

okay now he wasn’t tryna make you feel bad.

‘and you shoving your tits in my face every chance you get? jumping into my lap like a cat.’

‘i just. i feel nice when im close to you.’

‘nice? nice how?’

‘i don’t know how to say it. just feels nice.’

‘you mean nice here?’ he said as his hand cupped your warm cunt. immediately you gasped and shoved your face into his chest.

‘answer me.’

‘yes.’

‘knew you had it in you.’

‘now i would ask if you want me to carry on. but id say you deserve a little punishment for the way you’ve been acting don’t you think.’

he said as he lightly massaged you through you underwear. sukuna was so mean.

tiny little whimpers left you as his thumb drew circles over your clit through your panties, his other hand harshly gripping your ass cheek.

‘no no please. please kuna.’

‘please what doll? you think you deserve anything nice after acting like that? always so desperate aren’t you.’

‘please please, it hurts.’

you were growing frantic now, grinding your hips around and chasing for any more friction other than his single thumb.

‘only cos i’m feeling nice today. but i’m not giving you anymore than this. you need to learn a lesson.’

he pressed his index and middle fingers harder against your clit rubbing frantically as you all but wept into his chest.

‘sensitive baby aren’t you?’

‘feels so good kuna’

his fingers were relentless on your pussy, but he made sure never to move your underwear out the way. it didn’t take long before you were coming in your panties, tiny sighs breathed into his neck.

‘now doll. take your shirt off for me.’

‘mm okay’ and so obediently you lifted your shirt off and threw it to the floor.

sukuna took a minute to admire you. such pretty tits that he was finally seeing in their full glory. he grabbed a fistful of each and pulled harshly at your nipples.

‘you wanted this didn’t you? s’that why they’re always in my face?’

‘no no i wasn’t trying anything.’ you said with your eyes shut firmly at the slight burn. you couldn’t deny having his hands on you had that tingly warmth growing inside you again.

‘get my dick out for me doll.’

you knew not make him repeat himself. sukuna watched as your smaller hands (those trademark pink nails) shimmied his sweats down and reached into his boxers. he was already throbbing and you gasped at the sheer size of him in your palms.

‘please will you. can you-‘

‘what you wanna get fucked? you think you deserve that?’

‘yes i do please kuna’

‘yeah well i dont, now lay down here.’

he maneuvered you onto your back and peppered small kisses along your jaw. somehow kissing you on the mouth felt slightly too intimate.

‘push your tits together for me doll.’

‘like this?’

you said with the sweetest expression on your face, your small hands pushing at your breasts.

‘just like that doll.’

then he was straddling your chest and he began to thrust himself through the small gap between your pretty tits. fast and hard cos that was the only way to do it.

‘stick your tongue out for me’

and of course you did as told. this sight was all he needed from today onwards. you with the fat of your breasts spilling out your hands. eyes slightly teary and your tongue out licking at his tip.

he was quick to come himself, moving fast so he could cum directly on your tits.

neither of you spoke as he caught his breath. he could sense your shy demeanor coming back and as mean as he was, he wasn’t like that.

‘hey doll.’ he said with a little tap to your cheek to bring your eyes to his. he left hand stroked your cheek as his other used his shirt to wipe away the mess he’d left on your chest.

‘you still wanna sleep in my bed?’

‘yes please?’

‘always so sweet aren’t you?’

he picked you up and placed you on his chest. he wasn’t much of a cuddler but you obviously were. you snuggled your face into the crook of his neck and you warm tits were squished against his own pecs. it was still quite cold so he held you close, there was a lot more for the two of you to talk about which kept his mind busy while he attempted to put you to bed.

just as he had thought you’d drifted off, your little voice spoke up.

‘kuna?’

‘yeah doll.’

‘does this mean i can still not wear clothes in the house?’

he couldn’t help but laugh at that. your biggest worry being if you’d have to wear clothes from now on.

‘nah doll your good. you can keep em off’

‘yay.’

“kuna looooook i got polka dots and a new shape, do you like them?”

how was he supposed to focus on your nails when your tits were practically in his face, pushed together due to the way you were positioned.

‘yeah brat they’re nice, and it’s cold put some clothes on.’

‘i’m not colddd’ you sing songed on your way out.

and this may not sound so bad, but there was also the time you had gotten your shirt mixed up with his in the wash. and when he had asked you if that was his shirt you were wearing you simply said Oops! and proceeded to take it off then and there infront of him. and only when he saw the bottom of your breasts did he realize you weren’t wearing a bra. he had managed to turn around in time and was perplexed at why you would strip infront of him with the biggest smile on your face. you weren’t even trying to be seductive you were just you. and he was beginning to be offended. why weren’t you attracted to him. he was insanely attracted to you. everytime you plopped down next to him on the couch for your movie nights in your tiny shorts or just plain underwear he’d have to cover his lap with a cushion at the immediate semi. everytime you mouthed off to him he had to convince himself not to put you over his knee. and when you napped in his bed instead of yours and sprawled your legs out as if you owned the place with one of your stupid plushies brought along with you and his pillow shoved between your thighs. that, he wasn’t so mad about however, sometimes it still smelt like you when he was touching himself at night with the thought of your soft body fresh in his mind.

you were frankly becoming a pain in the ass and he was ready to sort it out.

series preview

content: slight angst, hurt/comfort, amnesia trope, falling in love all over again, eventual smut, toji x f!reader, he’s a bit of a goof, papatoji, inspired by a jk fic i read years ago.

You had become accustomed to hospital sounds by now. Accustomed to the hospital beds being rushed past you as you sat in your same old waiting room chair. Waiting. Waiting and waiting and today was the day you’d been praying for for what felt like an eternity. A month ago your world had seemingly stopped. Your life put on pause, everything had started to lose its meaning.

—

It had been around an hour already and there were still three nurses crowding his hospital bed. He could feel all sorts of wires and drips and the uncomfortable folds of whatever he was wearing. His vision had finally cleared but it wasn’t telling him anything. No answers as to why he was here or what all these aches he was feeling were.

“Sir could you tell us your name?” Great they didn’t even know his fucking name.

“It’s Toji. What the fuck is going on.” His throat was sore and there was barely any saliva coating his tongue. The nurses all exchanged glances at that and parted to allow a grey haired man to stand directly by his bed. He flashed a small light into both his eyes and jotted a few things down.

“Can someone fucking talk to me?”

“We figured you would want to talk someone you are familiar with. If it causes you any distress just press your call button one of us will come.”

Both the nurses and doctor turned their heads towards what toji as now realising was a window. A room joint onto his own with a few people leaning on the window. None of them registered in his mind as anyone he knew, probably here for other patients. Which reminded him he still had no clue as to why he was in this position. Then his eyes caught onto someone he was sure he did know. Tall, short black hair and slightly pale skin. He was turnt slightly away from the window and he held someone in his arms. Someone shorter, with her head shoved into his neck.

“Shiu?”

“That’s great Toji, we’ll bring someone in.”

Toji watched as a nurse walked to the smaller room and said something to them. Something that had you falling to a chair and another guy with white hair patting your back. Toji couldn’t help but stare at the flush on your cheeks and the redness of your eyes as tears streamed down your face. Then you were standing and Shiu was patting you on your back as if goading you on. You collected yourself slightly, unaware of Toji’s watchful eyes and before he knew it you were stood in the same room as him. Just the two of you. You wiped your palms on your jeans and he noticed you were shaking.

“Toji? Hi baby.”

Baby?

You had barely managed the last two words before you collapsed in the chair right by him, a sob coming out of you as you grabbed onto his hand. You began to pepper kisses onto the knuckles on his right hand before you saw the look on his face. Shock, confusion, something that looked like fear. Immediately you dropped his hand realising your mistake. Just when he looked down and saw your warm hands drop to the bed. A gold ring sat prettily on your left hand. He looked at his own and sure enough there was a matching gold band on his ring finger.

He was married?

You dropped your hands to your lap understanding what he had just realised. Only then did it register to you that this was his reality. He had just met you.

To say Toji was confused now would be an understatement. A beautiful woman had just appeared in front of him and he didn’t know for sure but they were clearly? A thing? Fucking married not a thing. But that seemed out of character for him. Toji was so sure he would never marry.

“Look Toji I’m sure this is a lot I just wanted to – I just have to say I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

It was the first time you had heard his voice in a little under a month and every bone in your body relaxed at the sound of it. A sound you were so familiar with, something you had taken for granted.

“It’s my fault this is all my fault. I promise you if I knew anything like that would have happened I would have never-“

“Hey hey. It’s not your fault. Whatever you’re about to say don’t.”

Even when he had no clue who you were, Toji was desperate to stop your crying. It hurt him almost, at least more than the throbbing on his body.

“Im- ‘I’m sure whatever this is wasn’t because of you.”

You were amazed at how he could comfort you even when he was in thus position. But what he said next shocked you more.

“Can I speak to Shiu?”

You stared at him blankly. You had been told he would remember nothing. His head injuries were so severe that he would be disoriented and would have lost his memory. So why did he know Shiu? Why not you? Was he subconsciously angry at you for making him become like this?

Before you could respond, the door to his room opened once again.

“No Megumi fuck come back.”

Gojo’s voice registered in your mind too late as you heard your sons tiny feet run into the room.

“Papa awake mama papa wake!”

You son had jumped straight into your lap and was reaching forward for his dads hands, exactly how you had done.

“That’s.. I have a kid?” This could not be happening. Tojis mind was reeling. What do you mean he had a child. Toji was fucked up he couldn’t have a child. But it was clear. It was like looking at a young version of himself.

His question seemed to be too much for you as it had you crumbling behind your son, his grey t-shirt darkening from your tears.

“Mama?”

‘Baby look at the state of you! you’ve got cuts on nearly every finger and even one on your arm.’

‘no big deal doll i can’t even feel them.’

okay maybe the sting was starting to accumulate but it was nothing he hadn’t felt before. and he liked to be doted on.

‘come on sit down i’ll get the cream and plasters.’

his hands were placed in your lap and you gently massaged in the ointment to his cuts then wrapped a few bandaids on the ones still bleeding.

while you were busy, megumi from the other side of the room was intrigued by his parents behavior. he had seen his mum doing this to his dad before and he was pretty sure he knew the next step.

megumi sat up from his little fort, politely walking past the dinosaurs he had placed next to him. his tiny feet patting on the floor until he reached his dad.

‘hi baby what’s up?’ you asked sweetly as your son stood shyly infront of the two of you eyeing you both with uncertainty.

he bent down slightly to where you were holding tojis fingers and said

‘fooooooo’ the air from his mouth tickling tojis hands.

immediately you cracked up at your son copying you. you always kissed and blew on megumi when he got hurt so here he was curing his dad the only way he knew how.

‘this finger too baby’ you said to him as you held up tojis left hand to megumis face.

megumi went round to each finger with a soft peck and a big blow making sure he got rid of the pain.

‘oi kid i’ve got one more here’ toji said as he pointed to his cheek.

megumi was slightly confused as there was nothing red there but he placed his hands on his dads shoulders to balance himself nonetheless and gave him a big wet kiss then blew cold air right into his eye.

‘thank you kid you’ve got powers i feel completely better’

he picked his son up and placed him in his lap, his entire body fitting perfectly onto one of tojis thighs.

‘mama i have powers!’ he proudly exclaimed as he settled down and looked at you with his big googly eyes.

your heart softened at the sight of your two boys sat holding hands, the spitting image of each other matching scowls and all.

‘this flavour better than yesterdays?’

truthfully he can’t remember.

and then you grab your glasses, which have always been too big for you and require you to scrunch up your nose adorably to fix them, and toji is ready to pick you up again. a new episode with his favourite girl in his lap is his idea of a night spent well.