(true form!sukuna x chubby!reader) | fluff/ crack / suggestive
you were convinced sukuna was somehow made for cuddling.
four large arms wrapped around you, holding you close â broad chest pressed against your back, large body radiating constant heat.
you had your head resting on his bicep, the size of it basically acting as a slightly smaller, more comfortable version of a pillow. sukuna had another arm draped around your waist, hand splayed across your soft tummy, the other two arms in similar positions. he was practically squeezing you in his sleep.
when you stir during the night, he tightens his hold, securing you against him further so you canât leave. not even for a second.
you were both warm and drunk with sleep, the soft morning sun beginning to beam through the windows.
you stir first.
a lazy sigh, a soft shift of your hips, body dying to stretch its muscles. you peek behind you, catching sight of sukunaâs sleeping form, four eyes glued shut â pink hair messy in the best way.
you wriggle a little, cautious you donât wake the grumpy cute beast behind you. the moment you move more than an inch, one of sukunaâs eyes snap open, watching you try to slide out from beneath his arms.
"no." he doesnât say much â he doesnât need to. sukuna could keep you curled up next to him for eternity if he wanted. you were helpless against him, especially when he was needy like this.
he tightens his arms further, pulling you back against his chest with a lazy grumble. your soft curves only made sukuna want to keep you in bed with him longer â your body was so supple, so cozy.
"kuna, i need to use the bathr-"
"quiet."
you sigh quietly, desperate to stretch your legs and empty your bladder, or even just have a second to breathe without being crushed by the grumpy oversized cat behind you.
"i canât hold it much longer-" you warn, squirming sukunaâs hold again, pinching his arm in protest. he doesnât move, not even a millimetre, your protests falling on deaf ears. "kunaaaa!" you whine.
"i do not care, woman. disturb my slumber again and i will eat you," he mumbles, throwing empty threats around like he actually means them. he lets out a sound that could only be described as half whine, half growl, setting back in.
you giggle lightheartedly, wiggling your ass against him in a playful manner. you may have to resort to other techniques to get the man to release you from his iron grip. "âŚoh yeah?"
sukuna cracks an eye open again, one hand finding your hip, halting your movements. "you have woken me up. do not wake them also," he rasps, trying to ignore the two growing bulges under the sheets.
"let me use the bathroom and iâll say good morning to you properly," you grin, grinding your full ass against his crotch. he hums lowly, clearly satisfied with this idea, yet slightly irritated heâd have to spend a few minutes without you curled up against him.
slowly, he relaxes his grip, letting you slither away towards the bathroom. "be quick, woman."
he already missed you.
a/n; i wrote this after a few cocktails so⌠hereâs this i guess⌠sorry itâs so short ugh (also this isnât part of chubby concubine series i hope i made that clear idk LOL)
dad!sukuna whose parenting methods were... questionable. and it wasn't even a joke or anything, as far as you could tell. so far, you had amassed a list of things your mother had laughed at so hard she fell out of her chair and dislocated her hipbone.
dad!sukuna who had a habit of telling your son that he was adopted, and then completely forgetting to say just kidding, afterwards. that never bode well, because when his son would cry, he would grumble, "i'm putting you back up for adoption."
dad!sukuna who taught his twin daughter and son to fight before teaching them to read, and he didn't even do that. your kids were throwing punches and kicking sternums before they knew their abc's. at least they never got bullied. in fact, most of the time, the ones doing the bullying happened to be your children.
dad!sukuna who held his daughter and rocked her to sleep every night. but when his son was antsy before bed, he grabbed the roll of duct tape and taped him to the wall. "he's fine," he would reply to your outrage. "builds character."
dad!sukuna who called his son brat all the time when he was a young child. so of course, when he went to preschool, the boy was convinced that was his name. that was a fun conversation to have with the new teacher, to explain that his name wasn't actually brat, and that he was not getting abused or mistreated at home.
dad!sukuna who never stopped calling his son a brat, though.
dad!sukuna who swore he would never bow down to a woman in his life, but he did it the first time when he proposed to you, and then it just never stopped with his daughter's tea parties.
"no! you have to hold the right part of the tutu!"
"that's what i am doing."
"no! that's your left!"
"your left is my right, brat. do not speak to me in such a demeaning manner."
"hmph! i think sir sparklefarts has something to say about your rudish manner."
dad!sukuna who loved both of his children, even if he showed it in different ways. once, his son cried because he took an extra shift at work. when he came back, the conversation they had was cute enough that you had to scour the baby monitor footage for it.
"you cried? why?"
"because i missed you, papa."
"tch. that's dumb. don't do that."
dad!sukuna who then proceeded to sit with his son and spend the next two hours doing everything he asked, and then the following hour doing nothing but sitting quietly with him.
dad!sukuna who let his children drink coffee at age six because he claimed if they were strong enough to ask, they were strong enough to handle the consequences. they were, indeed, not strong enough to do either. you banned coffee for the three of them that day.
dad!sukuna whose advice was... at times, cryptic.
"i'm sad, papa."
"so? be stronger than your sadness."
"what?"
"crush it beneath your foot like the enemy as it approaches."
"... okay, papa!"
"there's my daughter."
dad!sukuna who nailed a zipline from the treehouse he built in the backyard with no harness. gravity would protect them if they were quick enough, he said. that ended with a hefty bill at the doctor's office, and you forced him to stand out there whenever they played.
dad!sukuna who wouldn't admit it, but he was tapping his toe on the ground, awaiting his children to return from the first day of high school. when they returned, he was expecting grim faces.
dad!sukuna who didn't know how to respond when they were cheesing about their classes and gushing about cute people at lunch with you, all while he stood in the back fully prepared to beat someone up.
"dad? you okay?"
"um... he looks mad."
"you're telling me the entire day was fine?"
"yeah! it was so fun, right bro?"
"hell yeah. best day of my life, probably."
"so you had a good day... at school... after complaining about it for three years."
"pshh. that was middle school."
"yeah, middle school sucked. high school is sooo much better."
"i don't trust that. they've brainwashed you. you're both grounded. go to your
room."
"WHAT??"
"HUH???"
dad!sukuna who stifled a groan when you stepped in and told them that he was just kidding with an awkward chuckle. he most certainly was not kidding. after so long of waiting to beat some kid up, he stood there like an idiot because his kids had a 'good day at school'. as if such a thing ever existed.
dad!sukuna who loved his baby girl and baby boy. after all, they were his heart and soul split into two carbon copies of him and his beloved wife. what was there not to love?
a/n: i just saw fanart of sukuna taping yuji to the wall to let him sleep and we all know unckuna is the supremacy but i fear if he had children he would do the same damn thing. likes and comments always appreciated! love ya <3
Sukuna watched you with a scowl on his face as you unboxed the new baby item he vividly remembers telling you not to get.
"What am I looking at?" He squinted at your laptop a week ago, head still pounding from the ball he took to the forehead during practice.
"A baby carrier, obviously."
He ignores the way you roll your eyes, swallowing the rebuttal on the tip of his tongue because he promised himself to do better for you. That meant controlling his irrational anger.
"What do we need that for?" Sukuna grunts, adjusting his sleeping daughter on his chest, arms wrapped protectively around her.
"To help with our arms Ryomen!"
It was true that your daughter was a velcro baby and a chunky one at that, but that didn't mean Sukuna needed a cheap piece of fabric to do his job, even if his arms sometimes cramped from how long he held her.
He didn't trust the thing, she was much safer in his arms.
Despite him telling you he won't be wearing it, he was now standing stiff and annoyed as you stood on the tip of your toes and strapped the thing around him, snapping all the buckles in before running away with a giggle to grab your daughter from her room.
He pulled at it, hoping to stretch it a little because it was too fucking tight against his chest. Sukuna was a big guy, he didn't know what you were thinking putting this on him.
He felt stupid, humiliated.
If his frat brothers caught him in this, he'd be the butt of every joke. Gojo would surely rub it in his face after all the shit Sukuna gave him for buying one for the days he babysits.
When you returned with a sleeping pink haired infant in your arms, his posture slightly softened, heart squeezing at the sight of his two favorite girls. He didn't know what he did to deserve you both, but he was going to keep you all the same.
You kiss your daughter's round cheek and smile at the brooding man in front of you, his arms coming out so he can grab the baby from you. You pass her to him and stand back to watch, eyes wide with delight as he lifted her before sliding her into the carrier.
"Come on brat, help me out." He huffs trying to get her legs through the two holes but the baby refused, scrunching her legs up and frowning in her sleep.
Sukuna holds her out and glares at her sleeping form, his twin just as stubborn as he is. He tries again while you hold in your laughter.. and again, and again until she finally gives up and lets him settle her in.
"Was it that hard?" He huffs, placing one hand under her bum and the other behind her head because he refused to put his full trust in the thing.
"So?" You smile up at him and he hates that he can't be annoyed at you when you look at him like that. "What do you think?"
He shrugs and makes a face. "Tch, useless thing."
He wasn't going to tell you this, lest you throw it back in his face, but he couldn't say he minded the baby carrier. It was nice being able to walk around and get things done while keeping his daughter close, but he only ever wore it when you were in class or out with your friends.
He even brought her to practice with him, strapped safe since you were coming down with a cold and could barely keep your eyes open.
He was the captain so he was allowed by his coach to stand on the sidelines and help guide the team, shouting critiques to the men while his daughter was pressed to his chest and looking around with curious red eyes, little earmuffs protecting her tiny ears from the whistles and shouting.
It was surreal for Sukuna's teammates to see.
Their six foot seven tatted captain who routinely made freshmen cry during conditioning, holding a baby that was entirely too tiny against his chest. When one of her fist escaped the blanket, Sukuna reached down and gently tucked it back inside without even looking, eyes focused on the field.
Everyone was dumbfounded but kept running their drills because if Sukuna caught them lacking he'd make them run laps until they puked or passed out.
Sukuna's thumb absentmindedly rubbed slow circles against her tiny back through the carrier, one arm wrapped around her because while he could admit it was practical, he'd never completely trust it when it came to his daughters safety.
He ignored the smile Nanami gave him when he passed by and stopped to say hello to his niece.
You would definitely be hearing about this and he could already hear you saying I told you so!
⌠lisa's note: I missed writing dadkuna so here's a quick oneshot while I finish my gojo and nerdkuna fic
overview: Seeing you two and a half years after a sudden disappearance post-graduation with a pink-haired toddler isnât what he expected- but it definitely makes him see things differently.
Sukuna misses you and that just solidifies the fact that he wants you back.
âżcontent warnings: MDNI 18+, post college au, exes to lovers, mutual pining, fluff, previous toxic relationship (with sukuna, mentioned), frat!nerdkuna turned softkuna/unckuna, slight angst, eventual smut, reader is touch starved and lonely lowkey, yearnkuna, daughter named 'suki' (more tags tba)
art creds: @/to00fu here | ao3 | prequel
ACT 1:
part one: the past and the park
part two: the overthinking olympics
part three: out in the open
part four: next friday?
ACT 2:
part five: bound to orbit
part six: love comes easy with you
subpart: in-law from hell
part seven: pink in the night
FINAL ACT:
COMING SOON!
EXTRA:
getting her first hat by @mochichosoblog
Š oksukuna
not sure how long this will be buuuuut there'll be a prequel mini-series when i get closer to finishing, so you all know their crazy ass toxic backstory.
ryĹmen sukuna was anything but normal husband; i mean he was the king of curses.
everyone knew that. even you.
but the one thing that you never failed acknowledge was that he tried his best.
he was dangerous, powerful, intimidating and everything in betweenâ but somehow, he was also the one standing in your kitchen at midnight, holding a tiny cup of warm milk while your toddler refused to sleep.
âthis child is testing me,â he muttered, glaring down at your son.
your son just giggled, taking large fatherâs unpliable scowl as an invitation to start climbing upon his large frame.
you leaned against the doorway, allowing yourself a small smirk. âyouâve destroyed special grade sorcerers without blinking, but your weakness is a five-month old child? that five-month old child being your son of all people.â
sukuna clicked his tongue. âhe is loud. and stubborn.â
âhe got that from you.â you shoot back, raising your eyebrow.
sukuna shot you a look, but there was no real anger in itâ he knew you were right, and that he wouldnât dare to argue with you.
ryĹmen sukuna sat atop his throne, his four eyes fixed on the horizon of his dark palace. he was a creature of sheer power, yet for the first time in a thousand years, he found himself waiting.
when you stepped into the shallow water of his shrine, the splash didn't sound like a trespass; it sounded like an invitation. in invitation in which sukuna just couldnât pass up.
in a split second, he was barley an inch away from you; constructed of pure muscle and raw strength that came from centuries of experience. any normal person in such situation wouldnât be brave enough to face him. but you didnt back down.
you stood your ground, not bothering to cower away like hundreds of other sorcerers had done faced by the king of curses. he sensed the clear lack of cursed energy radiating from your bodyâ all four of his crimson red eyes scanned over your body like a predator; evaluating his next move, cold and calculating in its intensity.
âmy lord, your child.â you hold out the oddly large infant, its attributes perfectly identical to the large curse facing you. âhe is teething and i wish not to deal with such bother.â
he looked down to what you held in your hands, instinctively making a sneer in spite of himself and the, âbratâ in which he called it, looking frankly indistinguishable.
âand so i thought you came to give your husband the time of day. i mustâve been awfully mistaken.â
the night air in the heian era was thick with incense and something far olderâfear, maybe, or reverence. no one ever quite knew which when it came to ryĹmen sukuna.
inside the estate, though, it was quiet.
not the eerie, suffocating quiet people whispered about in villages. this was softer. warmer.
a child laughed.
sukuna sat cross-legged near the open veranda, four arms at ease for once, watching as his youngest stumbled across the wooden floor. the child was smallâtoo small to carry the weight of what ran in her bloodâbut stubborn enough to try anyway.
âagain,â sukuna said, voice low, almost amused.
the toddler huffed, pushing herself upright with a wobble. behind her, another childâolder, sharper-eyedâleaned against a pillar, unimpressed.
âshes going to fall,â the older one muttered.
âshes going to learn,â sukuna replied.
that was how he taught everything.
a soft rustle of fabric interrupted the moment. you stepped into the room, sleeves brushing the floor, gaze flicking between your children and your husband.
âthey should be asleep,â you said.
âthey were,â sukuna answered without looking at you.
the toddler promptly proved your point by tripping and landing face-first.
you sighed.
sukuna didnât move immediately. he watchedâwaitedâuntil his daughter pushed up on her own, lip trembling but not crying. only then did one of his hands reach forward, steadying her.
you crossed your arms. âyouâre impossible.â
now he looked at you.
even after all this time, that gaze still carried the same weight it did the day you met himâancient, dangerous, inhuman. but there was something else now, too. something quieter.
something that belonged only to this place.
a faint smirk tugged at one of his mouths.
âyet you stay.â
you stepped closer, gently lifting the youngest into your arms. she clung to you immediately, burying her face in your shoulder.
âbecause someone has to make sure you donât raise monsters.â
sukuna let out a low chuckle.
âtoo late for that.â
you shot him a look.
he ignored it, rising to his full height. the room seemed to shift with the motion, shadows stretching instinctively toward him.
but when his oldest son reached out with a tiny hand, he caught it without hesitation.
four arms, built for destruction, holding something small and fragile like it actually mattered.
âthen they will be unstoppable,â sukuna said.
the toddler giggled, the older child rolled his eyes, and somewhere in the distance, the night carried on as it always had.
but inside the estate, for once, sukuna wasnât a curse feared by the world.
stealing your husbandâs chocolate and finding out it was laced with an aphrodisiac!
[content: MDNI, crack smĹłt, a very unserious piece of work, piv, hair pulling, use of aphrodisiacs, sukunaâs sour but then heâs sweet]
Never in your life have you been so horny it hurt.
âKuna, pleaseâharder,â you cry out.
âIâm going as hard as I fucking can, you little slut,â he snaps, each thrust matching every harsh word that gets spat through his teeth. âTHIS IS WHY YOU DONâT EAT RANDOM. CHOCOLATE. ON. THE. COUNTER.â
âIâm sorry! Fuck!! I didnât know!â
âThere was a note saying DONâT eat itâyou just didnât give a shit because youâre a thief and a glutton. A liar now, too,â he continues to scold you over the chocolate bar he was going to give to Jin so heâd stop groveling over his ex. Itâs been 6 fucking months, heâs tired of having to listen to him go on and on about Kaori. Enough is enoughâhe needs to go out and sleep with someone.
And now Jinâs never going to shut up. Sukuna doesnât even want to look at you right nowâlet alone reward your behavior with dick.
âAnd now youâre cryinâ like itâs my fuckinâ fault.â Itâs him who should be crying right now. âItâs simple: Leave my fucking snacks alone. I always get multiples of each so youâd keep your grubby little hands off them. Why canât you just be normal and go in my wallet?? FuckâArch that back some more.â He cracks his palm over your ass. âYeah, hike it up nice and high.â
âI canât!â It feels like itâs about to break with all the weight heâs putting on it! Both of his hands pinning you down, burying every last inch of his cock inside of you.
He scoffs, nudging for you to close your thighs, then planting his knees right next to yours so they stay that way. âDo you want to cum?â
ââŚyes,â you whimper.
âThen fucking arch it.â
You sniffle. âOkay.â
He breaks character and huffs out a laugh as he watches you continue to helplessly stretch and squelch around him, making a creamy mess all along his shaft. He straightens his back, big hands now firmly grabbing your hips as he picks up the pace.
âYeahhâstay right there,â his chest rumbles as he lets out a low, drawn-out groan. The smack of his hips growing louder, driving himself right into that little spot that wonât stop screaming for his attention.
It has his attention now.
The new angle had you whining into the pillow, absolutely reeling from how good he was at this, despite his complaints. He knows how to be rough. Nearly lifting you off the bed once he starts pulling your hips back, heavy balls smacking against your sensitive clit as he makes you meet each and every rough thrust he delivers.
âF-fuckk!â you choke out, barely able to form a coherent sentence as you start babbling out a bunch of words.
âSo fuckinâ spoiled.â He complains, but just barely. âCâmon bratâyouâve been working me like a fuckinâ dog, give it to me already.â
âI know, Iâm sorry.â He doesnât believe you. You sound like youâre in heaven right now. âMmhhâI love you so much.â His scowl deepens. âSo, so muchâyouâre so fucking big.â
âTch.â He grabs a handful of your hair, then yanks you back until youâre up against his chest, lips grazing your ear while muttering in it. âI donât want an apology. What I want is for you to cum on my fuckinâ cock already. Or should I just stop?â
âNo, no donât! Please! Iâm trying, I swear,â you begin to plead with the man.
âTry harder.â Then he smiled, because he felt you squeeze around him. âJesus Christâyou need to me talk you through it too? The chocolates supposed to make you horny, sweetheart. Not useless.â
âItâs not my fault,â you whimper, and squeeze around him again, pulling a condescending huff out of him.
âYou poor thing,â he hums. âProbably spent the whole day waiting for me to come home so I could make you feel better, huh?â
His breath tickles your ear and you nearly moan. âMhmâI thought about it all day.â
âWell arenât you sweet,â he mutters, tone as condescending as ever. âYou got what you wanted, too. Iâve been taking care of you for a while now. How many times have I cum in you now?â
âI⌠I donât knowââ
âOf course you fuckinâ donât.â He cuts you off, unamused by your answer. âWant me to do it again? Fill you up, make you feel all nice and warm?â
âPlease.â
âGive me what I want then. If these sheets arenât soaked by the time Iâm about to cum again, Iâm pulling out and finishing on your face,â he lets go of your hair and begins to laugh. You donât get much of a chance to react before you feel the pads of his fingers on your clit, pulling a gasp out of you once he starts rubbing little circles on top of already fucking you. âHehâletâs see if playing with this cute little clit saves you.â
And he knows you donât deserve itâany of it, honestly. Unfortunately, he canât help himself, not with the reactions he gets out of you. He married you for many reasonsâgetting to spend the rest of his life with a squirter was one of them. The moment your breathing grows labored and you sound like youâre gonna start to cry, his lids grow heavy and he starts saying all the things he told himself he wouldnât say today.
"Yeahhh, thatâs it, babyâfuuuuckâtakinâ it so good.â He is fucking gone. Voice thick, filled with nothing but lust and awe as he presses against your lower belly. âCâmon, you want it here, right? Yeah, you know what to doâdonât let some fuckinâ asshole finish on your sweet little face.â
Yes. Your husband just degraded himself. And you just egg him on without meaning to. You were already whining about how it was too much, the incoherent âwant it inside,â just made it better worse.
âI will, Iâll give you so fuckinâ much if you just give me oneâjust one. Easy. ShitâIâll fill you up as much as you want afterwards.â He doesnât know what heâs saying, but that doesnât matter when itâs what has you crying and trembling and finally gushing around his cock.âYeah, thatâs it. Thatâs it, thatâsâfuuuuck yeah. Good job, sweetheartâgood fuckinâ job. Fuck.â
Funny enough, he came right after you, which was a relief because that meant his job was done and he was finally able to give his dick a fucking break after hours of feeling like he was working for free, when he had already worked a regular eight hour shift prior. The biggest relief of all was seeing you lie limp in bed, after slightly worrying if you ever actually would.
He leans over you with a smug smile, already having forgotten how much you pissed him off earlier as he moved some hair away from your face. Checking to see if youâre actually asleep or not, then feeling a deep sense of peace when seeing that you are. He presses a kiss against your cheekbone, and in the most loving way hopes you stay that way because he cannot do that again. Then finally, he gets up to use the bathroom.
The peace is only lasts four steps until itâs completely shattered again when he hears your weak voice.
âAre you ready to go again?â
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â˘ ę° Űśŕ§ ęą :: . dad!sukuna and dad!toji arguing about whose baby is cuter :: no cw fluff
sukuna and toji sat on the old benches outside at the park bickering as theyve done since they were just teenagers. the only difference was that now they both had a small baby girl on each of their laps.
you and tojis wife sat near a table farther away from them, chatting about motherhood as you heard their voices get higher and higher in volume.
âwhat do you think theyre arguing about now,â she asked, smiling at her husband with loving eyes.
âcouldnât really care less, they do this basically everyday,â you scoff, shaking your head.
you could hear their conversation slightly, both of you pausing to listen in.
âokay yeah your she is pretty cute but shes way fatter than my angel here,â sukuna said, gesturing to tsumikis chubby cheeks and tubby belly. âam i right kuni? youre way cuter than her,â sukuna said to his daughter, planting kisses all over her even chubbier face.
âokay yeah fuckface, she is a little bigger but shes still cuter. shes just been bulking since birth and thats perfectly fine.â toji said, smirking and crossing his arms smugly as if it makes complete sense.
âbulking? nah bro shes just fat, she probably doesnt even understand the concept of-â
smack.
sukuna was abruptly cut off as your hand met the back of his neck with a loud pop.
âah, the fuck was that for?â
smack.
âdont talk about tsumiki like that and watch your language. to be fair, you were even bigger than her when you were a baby.â
toji tilted his head back and let out a loud cackle.
âhow âbout that shit. ryomen was a fat ass baby, iâd love to see that.â
sukuna slapped tojis bicep, âshut the hell up.â
âshhhâ you whisper, nuzzling into baby!yujiâs hair.
the both of you are hiding behind your rooms curtain trying to stifle any sound, waiting for sukuna to get home.
the door clicks open with your husband announcing that heâs home followed by deafening silence.
confused, sukuna cocks his head, eyes scanning the living room, with no sign of the two of you.
âpapa think we are gone?â yuji whispers into your ear, his voice is so adorable you want to eat his chubby little cheeks.
you nod, a lie. sukuna always knew if you were there or not, he could sense your presence. now it was up to him to play along.
âhuh, guess nobodyâs homeâ his voice echoes out, a curious tone in it making yujiâs ears perk up, sukunaâs footsteps stop outside your bedroomâs door.
âwow finally all the bed to myself? this day couldnât get any betterâ he claims, his theatrical self only on display for his sonâs amusement.
yuji squeals lightly sinking further into your arms and concealing his face. the motion ruffles the curtain alerting sukuna of your position, although the bunching up of the curtain in a corner was proof enough.
âhm, did my wife and my son really leave me?â sukuna questions looking around the room for the two of you, until finally he stops at the curtain.
âshh mamaâ yuji places a hand over your mouth, children were so clueless and endearing.
âhuh i wonder if a little menace is hiding behind here!â he pulls back the curtain, revealing the both of you, yuji shrieks in response bursting into a fit of giggles.
you smile up at your husband with a blob of sunshine in your arms, one that looked exactly like him.
âyou found usâ you let out a soft breath.
âyeahâ he leans forward to kiss you, âi didâ while yuji climbs up his arm, dangling there and demanding another round of hide and seek.
âYou noticed that six-year-old Yuji had been looking in the mirror a lot lately. He was constantly studying his face and playing with his hair. As he did the exact same thing right now, a fond smile touched your lips. You walked up behind him, resting your hands gently on his small shoulders.
"Looks like someone really loves looking in the mirror."
He turned to you and smiled.
"Mommy! I look like Daddy!" he said.
"Ah, so that's why. You were discovering how much you look like your dad."
"Look, my eyes and my hair... just like his!"
His excitement made you giggle. You ruffled his hair and kissed his rosy cheeks.
"Yes, baby. You're a mini version of your dad."
âLately, everyone who saw him kept saying how much he looked like his father. The boy had heard it so many times that he actually started to notice the resemblance himself.
âWhen Sukuna walked into the room, Yuji shared his discovery with him too.
"Daddy, look at me!"
He widened his tiny eyes as if to prove it and pointed at his pink hair.
"Look, we're exactly the same!"
A small, smug smile appeared on Sukunaâs face.
"You're your father's son, kid."
Hearing his dad's words, Yuji's face lit up. But then, a sudden thought about you seemed to cross his little mind.
"I donât look like Mama."
You pouted slightly.
"You didnât have to say that right to my face, Yuji."
Sukuna let out a short chuckle, a lazy, playful smirk on his lips.
"Sorry about that," he murmured. "My genes are just a bit too stubborn."
You rolled your eyes.
Encouraged by his dad's laughter, the little boy turned back to the mirror with a proud grin.
"My lips, my nose... all Daddy!"
You let out a soft laugh.
"Yeah... You really do look like your dad."
"I didnât know you loved your father quite this much," Sukuna teased, a hint of deep amusement in his voice.
Yuji hugged Sukuna's legs tightly and looked up at him.
"I love my daddy sooo much!"
Sukuna ran his hand through Yuji's pink hair, ruffling it gently.
summary: getting knocked up by your older brotherâs fratbro wasn't exactly apart of your five year plan. least of all with notorious fuck boy ryomen sukuna.
pairing: frat!kuna x reader
content: everything in this series is considered 18+ so not minor friendly! contains mature content such as rough sex, breeding, spanking, spit play, light hitting, lactation kink, descriptive child birth, postpartum depression, angst, probably more
wc: 9.6k
dividers by: @petalpxl | series masterlist | art i commissioned by @495lz | part five
When you wake up, itâs to strong arms wrapped protectively around you, keeping your body snug against a warm chest as light rhythmic breaths fanned across your neck. Every attempt at sitting up ended with you being yanked back down and held tighter than before, a grunt of protest vibrating down your spine.Â
Memories of last night come rushing in, the way Sukuna held you so softly in his arms as he made love to you, confessed his love to you. Your mind still could not compute that the Ryomen Sukuna loved you. You had broken through the walls he built around his heart all those years ago, reminded him that love didnât have to be rough and that it could be found in the rarest of places with people youâd least expect.
You had unleashed the big softie that was hidden underneath his hard exterior of scowls and rage that he wrapped himself in to protect the young boy who was still angry at being abandoned. You were experiencing a side of Sukuna that most people never had and the thought of being a part of something so exclusive, filled your mind with possessive thoughts.
He was so gentle last night, taking you until you both could barely move, dropping to the bed from pure exhaustion. He even ran you a bath after, helping wash your hair and scrub your body with such delicacy that you cried because he wasnât just telling you that he loved you but making an effort to show it.Â
Your giggles fill the room when he flips you to lie on your back and settles his large body over yours, naked hips tucked between your legs and keeping his chest pressed against yours. Neither of you put on clothes after your bath, Sukuna claiming he couldnât sleep without feeling your skin. One of his hands was on your hip and the other was holding himself over you. You couldnât move even if you wanted to.Â
Not that you did, you were right where you wanted to be.
âGoing somewhere sweetheart?âÂ
Heâs smiling down at you with sleepy eyes and your heart stutters because he looks ethereal with the morning light hitting his face, so soft even with his tattoos, so completely yours. You reach a hand up to caress his face and the way his breath hitches has you smirking knowingly.Â
You had Sukuna wrapped around your pretty little finger.
âNever.â You whisper, arms coming up to wrap around his neck, eyes burning into his red ones so intimately you felt you might combust.Â
A satisfied rumble vibrates through his chest, his eyes trailing to your lips before heâs placing his forehead to yours. The morning sun is shining through the room and the way his eyes glow a little brighter sends flutters through your body. The domesticity of this moment has your heart thumping, realizing just how unusual this is for Sukuna, the man who took what he wanted and moved on.Â
Yet here he was with you, holding you like he was afraid to let go, like if he loosened his grip just a little you would disappear.Â
âYouâre staring.â His voice was angelic, rough with lingering sleep and he was staring through your soul, eyes locked on yours like you were the only person in the world. Like he was committing this moment to memory. Â
âHmm, I am-â Your voice cracked as tears started to blur your vision and before you could give him a chance to comment on it, you pulled him down and pressed your lips against his. Losing yourself in this moment, savoring every second you were with him because Sukuna was clearly in love but you were hopelessly devoted. Foolishly lost to his existence.Â
The kiss was extra soft, soul crushingly desperate in the way you clung to him. Every emotion you couldn't put into words poured into it instead. Every day you spent hiding your feelings for him came spilling out into one singular kiss. All the love that you had no idea what to do with, you gave it all to him.
When he finally pulled back to catch his breath, not you but him, his eyes were shining and his lips were red and glossy with your spit. You even noticed the purple marks on his neck, generous gifts you gave him last night as a reminder that he was yours. He looks thoroughly claimed.Â
âI love you.â You canât help but to say it again and the way his smile softens, the joke written on his tongue dissolving into adoration. His body pressed flush against yours, the feel of his bare chest burning through your skin.
âI know.â He nuzzles his nose against yours, breathing your air and it sends chills through your body. A tear escapes and slides down your face before you can stop it. Fuck, you were so gone. âI love you too, baby. Love you so much.â
It had been a very long time since Sukuna was able to take a true full breath. One not riddled with childhood trauma, one that actually made him feel like he was alive and human again. He almost felt it when his daughter was born but he had still been accepting the fact that he was a father so his body denied him that relief. And what a breath of fresh air it had been when he told you he loved you and you said it back.Â
You fucking said it back and said it again the next day, no sign of doubt in your honey laced voice and Sukuna might as well have died and went to heaven. That uncommon feeling of insecurity that had him in a chokehold, the idea that you somehow didnât feel the same, had dissolved in the matter of seconds just by hearing three little words. Â
He would have laid in bed with you all day but he promised to pick up your shared daughter before practice, giving you time to cram in some last minute studying before he was gone most of the day.
Sukuna had told you that after practice he had some frat obligations to carry out but that wasnât entirely truthful. Sure, he did have to stop by the fraternity but that was only to tell them that he was out. His priority no longer lied with his chosen brothers but to the family he had pledged his life to, the only pledge worth keeping.Â
Gojoâs response had only been to smile and say: âAbout damn time bro.â
He also had another stop to make, nothing too big, just going ring shopping with the only person that knew you probably better than he did. Nanami. The man immediately agreed when Sukuna told him his plans to propose to you at practice, and now that they were standing in a jewelry shop, the pink haired giant began to panic.Â
What if you didnât want to get married? He remembered the conversation with Nanami when you told him you were pregnant and he hinted at Sukuna marrying you. You had specifically said âWhat makes you think I want to get married?â Â
What if there was still truth to that? Sure, you had said that you loved him but people loved others all the time without wanting to tie themselves to their partner legally. Doubt, another foreign feeling to him, pooled in his stomach and twisted until he felt nauseous. You had reduced him to a coward and he hated it. Since when had Sukuna been afraid of rejection? If a girl denied him, he respected their wishes and moved onto the next. There was a long line of women throwing themselves at him, he never had time to sulk over it.Â
But they werenât you and this was far from some drunken one night stand. You were the woman who made him a father, who he wanted to share a last name with, who slowly tore down that brick wall guarding his heart. Piece by piece, layer by layer until he was left bare and confessing the embarrassing amount of love he held for you.
Fuck it. He was already here, might as well get the fucking thing over with.
The store was humming with soft classical music as Sukuna stood stiffly beside Nanami, hating every second of this. Wishing he was home with you and his daughter, locked away in your own little domain where only you three existed.
âYou seem nervous. Thereâs no need to be, (name) isnât a very picky person, itâs really the thought that counts.â
Before Sukuna could deny it, tell his possibly soon to be brother in law that he didnât know what the fuck he was talking about, a sales associate approached with a bright smile plastered on their face and Sukuna instantly had a headache.Â
âWelcome! Are we shopping for anything special today?â His overly enthusiastic smile pissed Sukuna off, which was ridiculous because he knew others' happiness shouldnât annoy him, even if it was clearly fake as hell.Â
âAn engagement ring and we donât need help.â He answers flatly, ignoring the way the salesmanâs eyes widened before he cools his expression into a practiced calm, staring nervously up at the 6 '5, tattooed college student who was sporting a glare that warned the man to fuck off.
Nanamiâs giving Sukuna a scathing look, but he canât see it because heâs too busy looking at the display of rings (why the fuck were there so many?) but he can feel the disappointment seeping from him.Â
âOf course sir! Apologies, please let me know if you need anything at all. Iâd be glad to help.â And heâs sprinting to brother someone else and Sukuna is glad because while he may have softened for you and his child, and in extension tolerated Nanami, that kindness didnât apply to strangers.Â
âYouâre truly an asshole dude.â Nanami seethes while pinching the bridge of his nose, red creeping up his neck.
Sukuna almost laughs, almost. Instead he settles on a smirk because you would hate it if you found out they were arguing after growing closer during your pregnancy. Sukuna was being good for you, changing for you.
âGood thing Iâm not marrying you.â
Nanami ignores the comment because he would rather literally explode than be stuck with Sukuna for the rest of his life. He was here for you and because he knew his teammate would fuck this up without him.Â
Sukuna starts moving around the shop, his annoyance growing because everything he pointed out Nanami claimed you wouldnât like. Everything Nanami pointed out, Sukuna criticized.Â
âNo. Absolutely not. Too small. Too ugly. What the fuck is that?âÂ
A woman nearby gives Sukuna a scandalous look at the last comment and Nanami pretends not to know him. He canât imagine how his friend looks right now in the eyes of someone who didnât know him, hat on backwards and dressed in a compression shirt that showed how his muscles flexed as his anger grew. Red eyes blazing, mouth turned downward and his face set in a permanent sneer.Â
Sukuna was truly scary. What on earth did you see in him?
âWhatâs your budget?â He asks as they move to a different display case. These ones seem a little more up your alley, though the price tags had him sweating. Nanami could remember a conversation you had as children where you said your ideal ring was a blue ring pop and while these werenât the candy you loved back then, they damn near matched in size.Â
Sukuna deadpans him and Nanamiâs cheeks turn a light tint of red. He sometimes forgot that the Itadoriâs had enough money to buy half the country if they wanted to.Â
âRight, I forgot. Trust fund baby.â
Sukuna didnât have a budget. He wasnât reckless with money after receiving his inheritance, he typically lived very frugally for someone of his background. The only times heâd ever really splurged was on his car, shopping for his daughter, the apartment he bought you, and apparently now.Â
The ring he was eyeing was ridiculously expensive, nearly ÂĽ6,409,720 and it was huge as fuck, likely to swallow your finger. It was perfect, exactly what Sukuna was looking for and Nanami actually agreed. He wanted to be sure no one would miss the way it sat pretty on your finger, telling the entire world that you were his.Â
âThat one.â
Itâs May now. Graduation is coming up and Sukuna has been in full blown soccer mode the past month, the sport consuming his life. Heâs barely had time to think let alone propose to you and he bought that fucking ring weeks ago. Between classes, games, and parenting, it seemed like he couldnât get a moment to himself.
Your baby just turned ten weeks, a little over two months old now and the pride and joy of yours and Sukunaâs life. The tiny newborn was now a chunky infant with round cheeks and an ever changing face that resembled you more and more each passing day. Sukuna told you how perfect that was, that now there were two of you that he could love and spoil.Â
She was smiling a lot more, staring too now that her visual tracking was improving. One night you had been typing away at your laptop, baby strapped in her bouncer as you worked on your final paper for your philosophy class. Â
When she made a sound you looked down at her just to find she had already been staring at you and your heart stuttered. Your daughter was Sukunaâs reflection but you were starting to make out your own features in her, like how she had your eye shape but his color, hair texture closer to yours but his red. She was becoming a true split of her parents.
You were going back on campus a lot more now too, especially since your parents decided that they lived too far away and would be moving closer to you. Closer as in a five minute walk away and you were grateful. They were beyond smitten with your daughter, commenting on how she did look like her father but they could see their old friend in her too and how symbolic it was that she shared a name with her late grandmother.
Today was game day. The weather was actually warm enough that you didnât need a jacket, though your daughter was still slightly bundled in pink against your chest, tucked securely in her carrier. You thanked God that Sukuna had brought your baby protective headphones because the stands were loud, students and families filling in to support their loved one on the field. Nearby freshmen were chanting and the game hadnât even started yet.Â
You adjusted your daughterâs headphones before pulling her tighter against your chest. She was up today, curious eyes trying their best to look around with her face pressed against your body. And while she was looking at the hundreds of new faces and bright lights, you were focused on the field, looking for a head of pink hair that had stolen your heart all those months ago.Â
You and your parents had gotten there early enough to get a front row seat so it would be easier for him to find you. Jin had even come with little Yuji who insisted on sitting next to his baby cousin. What you didnât know was that Sukuna could find you in a room of a thousand.Â
He was currently on the field talking strategy with Nanami and his teammates. The game was about to start when he looked to the crowd and immediately spotted you. His stomach was flipping again but it did that every time he saw you and while he had grown used to it, it was different this time.
There you were, wearing a jersey that had his teamâs colors, hair pulled behind your head with one of his hats on that had his number, his daughter tucked against your chest. The sight turned into a core memory, the way everyone else blurred and the only thing he could see was you and his baby. It was something he thought you only saw in movies but it was actively happening to him and Sukuna didnât know what he did to get so lucky.Â
He was far from the type of guy youâd bring home to meet your parents. He wasnât kind, had a terrible past of using people to get what he wanted, the reputation he built during his frat days not something one would be proud of and yet here he was. Staring at his future wife and his child, sitting in the stands wearing his colors, your face scrunched up and eyes squinted as you looked for him, just as he did the night he met you.Â
What a fucking turn of events.Â
Sukuna starts walking across the field, ignoring his teammates and coach asking where he was going. He had a few minutes before the game and he was craving the taste of your lips. Who cares if he was mid strategy?
When Sukuna reaches the fence separating the bleachers from the field, youâre smiling so bright that it momentarily blinds him as you hold your daughter's bum and stand, moving toward the fence. Heâs wearing a cocky grin but Sukuna can feel his heart doing somersaults because you looked so fucking edible, and he was suddenly starving.Â
He felt the way he did watching you dance at that party nearly a year ago, completely hypnotized and wanting nothing more than to claim you. Only this time it was more than sex, sure he wanted to fuck you until you were creaming on cock but he wanted the world to know that you were his. His mind flashed back to the ring, how it would look on your finger if once you said yes, the smile you would wear looking down at him on one knee.Â
Once you're close enough, Sukuna reaches an arm over the fence and while being mindful of his daughter, pulls you closer until his lips were hovering just above yours. The way you were wide eyed and fighting back a laugh had his smirk widening, eyes knowing nothing but your face.Â
âHi.â He whispered, completely oblivious to the people staring because no one else existed in this moment. It was just you, him and the baby strapped to your chest.Â
âHi.â You swallow hard and he notices your attention drifting behind him and for a split second, white hot jealousy courses through his body because he wanted your attention to be solely on him. âYour coach looks like heâs going to murder you.âÂ
He doesnât acknowledge that because he couldn't care less what his coach thinks, hooking a finger under your chin and turning your head back to him. He could practically feel the heat from your face, your wide glossy eyes doing nothing to help the growing pool of need whirling deep in his chest. You were so beautiful, his perfect future wife.
âMissed you baby.âÂ
And when you laugh his heart leaps, the sound the closest thing someone like him would probably get to experiencing heaven. Fuck, you were too good for him but he was going to selfishly keep you anyways.Â
âYou just saw me this morning.âÂ
âHmmm, too long.â And before you could respond heâs pressing his lips against yours, the sound of his name being called fading away because the only thing he could hear was the blood rushing in his ears as his lips were lost to yours.Â
It ended all too soon. He had hesitantly pulled back before he decided the game wasnât that important, his self control always hanging on a loose thread whenever it came to you.Â
Before you could stop him, he was reaching over and pulling his daughter from her carrier, paying no mind to the way you scolded him and the whistle his coach was blowing. Sukuna knew he was pissed but heâd deal with that later.Â
âRyomen!â You shrieked but he could hear the laughter in your voice. The way you were enjoying this just as much as he was.Â
âHey brat.â Heâs barely smiling at the baby in his arms, but stars are exploding behind his eyes at the sight of his heart in his hands. She looks so cute with her little headphones, her head so small that they were swallowing her. Heâs giving her kisses on the chubby cheeks heâd never admit to becoming obsessed with, relishing in the gummy smile she gave when she recognized her fatherâs voice.Â
His coach was calling his name for the nth time followed by a string of curses and Sukuna pulled his daughter close, breathing in her baby scent and giving her a final kiss on the head before tucking her back in her carrier.Â
With a defeated pout, heâs shooting you a wink and running back to the field.Â
They won the game that day by a landslide, Sukuna playing a little extra hard just so he could impress you. He was already a beast on the field but a need to gain your praise had burned through him and it led to him scoring most of the goals, even though there were two other forwards on his team.Â
To celebrate their win, a party was being thrown in their honor but Sukuna had declined, stating he had better plans than getting drunk with people he could hardly tolerate.Â
Later that night he was standing in front of the mirror in his room, smoothing down his dress shirt, anxiety on ten as his mind ran wild with thoughts that you wouldnât like his outfit for your date night. Sukuna would fucking die before he wore a suit (we all know heâd wear it if you asked) but he made an effort since tonight was the night he planned on finally proposing to you. He even bought a chain after you mentioned he would look good with gold jewelry, the metal sitting cold against his chest and peeking through the top of his v neck shirt.Â
The small box was burning a hole through his pant pocket and he hated the look his twin was giving him through the mirror, arms crossed at his chest as he held his gaze behind those stupid glasses. If anyone knew him, it was him and he knew that Jin could probably smell the nervousness on him.Â
âYouâve changed.âÂ
Sukuna grumbles like an angry old man, pushing his coral hair back and opting to ignore his brother's comment. Unfortunately, Jin wasnât the type to let things go and Sukuna regretted asking him to babysit.
No one had been able to get under his skin the way his twin did but Sukuna would never admit that Jin also kept him humble. He knew the scared young boy he used to be and even though their personalities differed greatly and his brother never agreed with his fuckboy ways, he had never turned away from him. Sukuna would even admit that Jin was his platonic soulmate, even though he was sure that you were his twin flame.Â
âI mean it in a good way, idiot. Take it as a compliment, theyâve changed you for the better, youâre less grumpy. Itâs refreshing, I missed this version of you.â
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â It was useless denying it, Jin had experienced every era of his life and the connection they had as identical twins ran deep. Sukuna was far from an open book, to everyone but his wombmate of course.Â
âYouâve spent the last five minutes making sure your shirt was good enough.âÂ
âIâm making sure I donât look stupid.â But it was so much more than that because caring what others thought was never a part of Sukunaâs personality and Jin knew that, though he wasnât about to argue with his brother who was equally as stubborn as he was.Â
âSure, Ryomen. Weâll go with that.âÂ
After spending another ten minutes making sure he looked decent enough for you, he finally stepped out of your now shared room and into the living room. Wiping his sweaty palms down his pants, angry that he couldnât get a hold on his nerves enough to not look like a fool in front of you. Why was he acting like a loser that never interacted with a woman before?Â
He froze at the sight of you, entire body buzzing with awe because standing before him was his future and you looked like a goddess, entirely out of his league. You were wearing a long sleeved square neck red dress that hugged your postpartum hips perfectly, your hair down and falling over your shoulders. Red gloss spread across your lips and he wondered what you tasted like.
Sukuna could smell the vanilla perfume from across the room. It clouded his senses and helped him drag his feet toward you.Â
You were looking admiringly at the ground where Yuji was lying on his stomach across from his cousin, watching her with wide eyes and a toothy smile as she did tummy time. Sukuna stole a quick glance before looking back at you.Â
Just as he was about to speak you turned around and the look you gave him had his tongue tied, the small smile making his head spin. Fuck. Every logical bone in his body told him to compliment you, but he was so lost in your eyes he forgot how to speak. Until Jin ruined it by smacking the back of his head and giving him a look that told him to speak up.Â
He gave his brother a glare who simply smirked and moved around him so he could sit with the children, picking up his niece and laughing at how Yuji immediately shot up and asked to hold her. Sukunaâs frown disappeared the moment he heard your laugh though. Your hand was covering your mouth and he wanted to scold you for hiding it from him.Â
Instead he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, face growing hot with nervousness as if he wasnât balls deep inside of you this morning telling you over and over how much he loved you.
âYou look handsome.â You were moving closer and fixing the collar of his shirt, hand trailing to hover over the necklace on his chest but your eyes never left his. Sukuna could feel his cock twitching at your touch, hand coming up to grab your hip and pull you closer.
âYeah? Tried my best just for you baby.â And he relished in the way your breath hitched, grabbing your hand and bringing it to his mouth to kiss. He let his lips linger for a few seconds, enjoying the feel of your skin against his mouth before you both said your goodbyes and he was walking you out the door.
Sukuna kept his hand on your lower back as he led you toward the restaurant he had reserved the day he bought the ring sitting heavy in his pocket. The closer you got to the building the more confused you became. The parking lot was damn near empty which was unusual for this place and you would know because it was notoriously hard to get a table here.Â
âAre they closed?â You glance at him but he presses his hand against your back, urging you forward despite the suspiciousness of the situation.Â
âNo.â
âThen where is everyone?â You didnât think twice about the way he clenched his jaw or the slight tremble in hand as he moved it from behind your back and opened the door for you.Â
âYou ask too many questions.âÂ
You hit his chest, annoyed he wouldnât answer because they were totally valid questions. It was too dead for a restaurant as popular as this one. You wonder what strings Sukuna pulled to even get a table on such short notice.
âAnd youâre being weird. What-â The words die on your tongue at the sight staring back at you.Â
The restaurant was empty, soft music filling the air and all the tables had been removed except for one that hosted two chairs. There were red roses scattered throughout the space, candles flickering in the dim room, the only people there being the staff members that moved with purpose throughout the room.Â
Your head slowly turns to him as he moves to stand next to you. Heâs avoiding eye contact but living with him for so long had given you the ability to tell when he was nervous. It didnât take a genius to figure out that Sukuna had bought out the fucking resturant.Â
âDid you-âÂ
âSânot a big deal.â But the way youâre smiling and your eyes are widened in pure shock is.Â
Your smile shouldnât affect him as much as it did but Sukuna felt something tightening in his chest and how could anyone blame him for staring when you were that cute? His pretty girl. He was so fucking whipped, it was borderline concerning.Â
Sukuna was grateful you didnât push the matter. He just wanted one night that belonged entirely to the two of you. No strangers recognizing him from games. No crying babies, no family members, no school responsibilities demanding your attention.
Just you. For one evening, he wanted you all to himself.
The hostess welcomes you both in and leads you to the table sat near a huge window that overlooked Tokyoâs skyline and the view left you breathless. It wasnât your first time seeing it but you still hadnât grown used to the city, having grown up in the outskirts of it. Thousands of stars shined against the darkening sky as the sun disappeared and you turned to point out the sheer beauty to Sukuna, only he wasnât looking at the view.Â
He was too busy looking at you and the intensity of his gaze had butterflies shooting straight to your cunt. The way he insisted on looking at you like no other woman existed always left you shy and needy and it didnât help that he looked so fucking delicous in that outfit. The chain sending your mind racing with truly filthy thoughts.Â
âY-you should, ahem, look at the view. Itâs b-beautiful.â You felt so fucking stupid, stuttering like a teenager who had a crush on her brotherâs older hot friend.Â
âI am.â He hums and moves closer, shrugging off his leather jacket and laying it on the seat next to you.Â
You gasp and take a step backward but it didnât matter because he simply followed you, like a magnet being pulled by metal. He didnât stop until your back was against the window and he was hovering over you, both arms pressed against the glass and caging you in.Â
Your panties were starting to grow wet, heart and body melting at the way he was staring at you, red eyes blazing into yours and telling you he wanted you just as much as you wanted him.Â
âNeed you so bad baby, canât wait.â
Sukuna doesnât wait for you to respond before heâs dipping his head to run his nose against your neck, inhaling deep and growing rock hard at your scent. Perfume had never made him feel this desperate before but he was hardly ashamed at the hopeless want he felt toward you.Â
âSukuna, weâre n-not, mmm, weâre not alone.â Youâre pushing at his shoulders and he sighs in annoyance, shooting a scowl at the workers over his shoulder. How fucking stupid could they be?Â
He was clearly about to fuck you and they were stood there staring like cuck morons. But he didnât have to say a word because the death glare had done its job and they scattered off. He could feel your shoulders shaking with laughter, his anger instantly dissolving.Â
âYouâre such a meanie.â You tease, hands going to play with the hair at his nape and Sukuna felt the precum oozing into his boxers.Â
âYou still love me though, donât you baby?â Any joke you were going to make was gone the moment he crashed his lips against yours, your hands tugging tightly at his slick back hair as he pressed himself against you. The way your tits were pressed against his chest felt amazing and made him want more.
You were moaning into his mouth, your tongues clashing as you traded spit and he tasted so fucking sweet, you need more. You take his tongue into your mouth and suck, the taste of mint heavy. You only stop when you feel his fingers lift your dress and brush against your clothed pussy, head thrown back as you moan embarrassingly loud, smacking a hand over your mouth because you would die if anyone other than Sukuna heard how pathetic you were for him.
You two hadnât even sat down before he was on you like you were a drug he was addicted to. The fact that he hadnât lost his attraction to you after you birthed his daughter and your body changed, only pulled you deeper in this obsessive force spewing between the two of you. It grew stronger by the day and a normal person might be concerned if their thoughts consisted mostly of him and his touch, but you were far from normal.
He continues his assault on your neck, sucking hard enough to leave a bruise, his fingers pulling your panties to the side and sending you reeling when they finally make contact with your leaking cunt.Â
Sukuna smirks against your neck, moving his head to nibble on your earlobe. âSo wet for me already, pretty. So fucking needy. Tell me what you want.âÂ
His voice vibrates through your body and your hips buck against his hand, demanding more pressure, needing him inside of you. Fuck the foreplay. You pressed a hand to his pants, his rock hard cock twitching at the feel of you, and you squeeze.Â
Sukuna gasps and groans, grinding into it and leaning his forehead against yours, loose pieces of pink hair falling forward.Â
âWant you to fuck me, Ryo. Been thinking about it since you left this morning.â Meaning youâve been thinking about it since he stuffed you full before leaving for his game. It hadnât even been 12 hours since he last fucked you and already-
He was bending you over the table before you knew it, hiking your dress up and pulling his pants and boxers down. His cock slapped against his stomach, pre-cum leaking from his red tip and trickling down his length. Sukuna usually wouldnât fuck you without prepping you with his fingers or tongue first, but he needed to take you to clear his mind before proposing to you. And right now his brain was telling him that he needed to be inside of you, filling until you were dripping with his cum.Â
You cry out when he rubs his length up and down your folds before slamming into you. He bottomed out in one thrust, hands shaking as they gripped your hips and pulled you closer, your ass pressing against his groin.Â
The sounds coming from you were nasty in the hottest way possible, your wet cunt gripping him so fucking tight and he didnât give you a moment to adjust, rutting into you and fighting the urge to cum.Â
âHaaah, itâs too big Ryo, I-I c-canât take ittt.â You cried out, hands gripping the table so tight you thought it might break it the force you were using to keep yourself upright. Your boobs were swinging, entire body shaking from the way he was pounding into you.Â
âYou can and you will.â He grunts, looking down to watch the way his cock disappears into your sweet pussy, gummy walls squeezing him so fucking good he was actively fighting back his rising orgasm.Â
You were seeing stars, hips burning from his grip on you, each slam sending cups and plates falling to the ground and shattering. Neither of you cared, too lost in the moment, in the way you fit just perfectly for the other, like you had been sculpted with the sole purpose of molding together.
âUhhhh Ryo, donât ss-stop, feels sâgood, oh god!â You whined and moved your hips to meet his thrust. That doesnât last long before heâs squeezing your hips to keep you still and leaning over your body, capturing your lips in a heated kiss.
He moves a hand to squeeze your jaw until you get the hint and open up, tongue sticking out as he spit a glob into your mouth and you swallow like the good whore you were, pussy clenching down hard at the feeling of being totally dominated.Â
âF-fuck donât do that. Mânot gonna last long baby.â He can feel his balls tightening and he refuses to get off before you do, wrapping his arm around your neck and pulling you until youâre both standing with your chest flat against his back.Â
Thatâs when an idea hit him. You loved that view so much right? Before he can think rationally about doing it, he's wrapping both arms around your waist and carrying you to the window, his cock slipping out and youâre too busy with your eyes closed to notice what heâs doing.Â
Not until heâs setting you down again and bending you over, grabbing your sweaty hands in his and placing them on the window.Â
âRyo- w-what are you doing? We canât, someone will see- OH!â He slams back into you without warning, chuckling at your fucked out state before he continues his relentless attack on your pussy.Â
Realistically, you were high up enough to where no one would notice you two, which is why he ignored your comment and instead focused on how good you felt gripping around his cock. No matter how much Sukuna fucked you, he would never get used to the feeling of you underneath him, moaning like a good little slut while he split you open on his length.Â
His perfect soon to be wife and he knew he was never gonna let up on you. Never give anyone else the chance to experience your heaven sent pussy.Â
âLet them, sweetheart- fuck! Let them see how much Iâm gonna fucking fill this perfect cunt up, you want that? Tell me you want my cum, s- say it baby.âÂ
You could barely breathe with the way he was slamming into you, your pussy contracting around him as more of your juices leaked out, coating the base of his cock in a ring of cream. The sight had the man above you spiraling and crying out a guttural moan. The sound making your stomach tighten., the coil snapping.
âYes! Please, ngghh, please give it to me. Oh god, mâgonna cum!â The pulsing pleasure that ripped through you was red, your fingers curling and digging into the glass as you rode out your orgasm.
Sukuna wasnât too far behind, thrusting into you like an animal as he desperately chased his high and helped you ride out yours. He gasped when electricity shot through his stomach, toes digging into the soles of shoes as he reached around to wrap a hand around your throat and pull you back to him.Â
âFuck- mâgonna cum, pretty.â Just as heâs about to bust a fat nut, youâre pulling your hips away from his and dropping to your knees.Â
You had given Sukuna oral before, but seeing you on your knees with your tongue sticking out and hands gripping his thighs had him stunned, though he covered it up with a grin.Â
âWant it on my face this time. Please Kuna?âÂ
Kuna? That was new but Sukuna loved it, grumbling as he grabbed your chin with one hand and his cock with the other.Â
Instead of responding, he started pumping his cock, squeezing at the tip before dragging it back down to the base. It didnât take long before he was throwing his head back and shooting a massive load, white, thick ropes of cum spraying from his tip and onto your face, your tongue, your hair.Â
"Oh fuuucck"
He kept pumping until he was milked dry, a little upset because nothing felt better than breeding you but loving it nonetheless. Once he caught his breath he was biting back a laugh at the sight of you on the ground, covered in his cum. It was a view he would never forget, you had never looked more like his.Â
He straightens at your glare, helping you off the ground and grabbing a handkerchief from the table. He wiped your face until it was clear then dropped to his knee and tugged at your legs.
âOpen.â He mumbled and you did, shaking and trying your best not to pass out when he started wiping between your legs, pulling your panties aside and cleaning you until you were dry enough to stop leaking.Â
You would definitely need a shower.
âAll good?â Sukuna looks up at you and his heart leaps at the way you stare down at him, mouth slightly open and nodding your head yes. Your hair was a mess, dress hanging off one shoulder and face burning in the aftermath of your intense quickie.Â
You were so beautiful, fucking flawless and he couldn't imagine going a day without you. The ring in his pocket grew heavy, reminding him that now was his chance to bring his desires to fruition. The perfect moment to speak the four words that had been playing in the back of his head since he bought the ring weeks ago.Â
âYou okay?â Youâre smiling softly but he can see the concern on your face, your hand coming out to hold his cheek and he canât help but turn his head and kiss your wrist, eyes never leaving yours.Â
How would he even ask? Sukuna was never good with words so heâd just have to, for once, let his heart lead him and hope everything didnât crash and burn. Before he could back out, he was reaching a hand into his pocket and pulling out a velvet red box, looking back up at you as his hand shook.Â
You were covering your mouth with your hand, eyes wide as tears filled them. This couldnât be real, you must have gotten fucked so hard that you got put sleep and this was a dream. Tears began to spill, falling from your cheeks and onto the floor.Â
Here was the man who swore he didnât do relationships, bounced from woman to woman for years, claiming they were a waste of time and heâd never tie himself to one person. The frat boy whose life consisted of partying, soccer, and sex.Â
He shifted onto one knee in front of you, grabbing your hand and littering it in kisses before looking back up at you with a terrified smile. For a few seconds he said nothing, eyes squeezing shut as if he was trying to find the right words, but you knew what he was going to say and had to fight yourself from screaming YES.Â
The silence lingered, the only sound in the restaurant being the music playing but that was a non factor because the only thing you could focus on was the man on the ground in front of you. When he finally exhaled, chills shot through your body and your knees grew weak.
âYou know Iâm shit at this.â His hand tightens around the box as you give a watery smile, heart going thump thump thump. âBut I'm gonna try anyway.âÂ
He kept his eyes on you, thumb rubbing against the back of your hand as a way to ground himself. Remind him that it was just you and him and that you loved him as much as he loved you.Â
âWhen I first met you I was an asshole.â He swallowed hard. âI was selfish. Didn't care about anyone but myself. I did whatever I wanted, fucked whoever I wanted and left because it was easier than caring about people.âÂ
Your breath catches but you say nothing.Â
âThen you happened and I annoyingly started to care. Fuck-â He clears his throat to hide the way his voice was starting to crack. But you donât judge, simply squeezed his hand and encouraged him to continue.Â
âThat entire summer I thought about you and when you told me you were pregnant I was fucking terrified but there was always a lingering thought that at least now Iâd have you in my life for good. I thought it was just because you were carrying the brat, but I started wanting more after she was born.â
âEven while I stupidly denied my feelings toward you, I hated that we were sleeping in separate rooms. I spent every night wishing you were lying next to me, too dumb to actually do anything about it. Then I fucked up trying to be someone I knew I wasnât anymore and Iâm so fucking sorry it took me this long to do this.â
He kisses your hand one more time before pulling away and opening the box, the huge rock taking you aback because you had never owned anything like it before. One look was all it took to know he spent a fortune on it.Â
âRyo-â
âDonât interrupt me, sweetheart.â You snap your mouth shut, letting your smile grow because this was really happening! You felt like throwing up from the rush of excitement, left hand shaking as he grabbed it again.Â
âI love you. Not just because you gave me my kid even though sheâs pretty fucking amazing, but because you reminded me that Iove could be easy.â His voice goes soft.Â
âI graduate next week and everythingâs going to change.â His grip tightened around the ring. Sukuna was surprised at how easy he had been able to express his feelings to you, the words rolling off his tongue like they had always been destined to be spoken.Â
âI donât want to spend a moment of my life without you. I donât care how hard things get as long as I have you by my side.â
Sukuna inhaled shakily, the words at the tip of his tongue. He was actually doing this, no turning back now.Â
âWill you marry me-â
âYes!â You sob out your answer before he can fully finish, dropping to the ground in front of him and grabbing his face in your hands, hot tears spilling. âYes, of course Iâll marry you!â
Sukuna feels the weight of the world lift off his chest, relief flooding his bed because you said yes! âYeah?âÂ
And youâre nodding, smiling through the water works because you loved him so damn much and now you would be able to truly call him yours. You had achieved the impossible and locked down Ryomen Sukuna.Â
âThank fuck. Ring was expensive as shit.â
Graduation day came sooner than Sukuna was prepared for. Four years of bullshit papers, lectures, parties and games all reduced to a few hours, a cap and a gown and a piece of paper waiting for him at the end of the stage.Â
The morning had started in chaos.Â
Your daughter who was now almost three months old, decided last night that sleep was optional and had been awake since before dawn. By the time you were dressed and ready to leave, there were burp cloths scattered throughout the apartment, a half-finished bottle sitting on the coffee table, and Sukuna was already complaining about his graduation gown.
You looked up from where you were fastening your daughter's tiny floral headband, smiling to yourself at how cute he looked and how proud you were of him, and you. You had both managed to pass your finals despite being new parents. You were going to be a senior, Sukuna was graduating, and it felt so surreal.
"It looks exactly like everyone else's."
He gives a hmph and you laugh, returning your attention to your daughter who was fast asleep in her carseat while you were actively fighting back yawns. Sukuna watches while you tightened her straps before standing and moving toward him.Â
His eyes falling to the rock shining on your finger, they always do. His fiancĂŠ. He wondered how he got so lucky.
Once youâre close enough, you reach up and adjust the cap on his head and Sukuna is completely smitten. Never growing used to the way you always insisted on taking care of him.
His heart was overflowing with love for you, hands going to your waist to pull you close. He stares for a moment, committing every feature of you to memory, rubbing his thumb against your bottom lip before leaning down and kissing you. Hoping youâd feel every ounce of devotion he held for you.
âMmm. Love you, fiancĂŠ.â
The stadium was packed by the time everyone arrived. Rows upon rows of graduates filling the seats while family members crowded the stands above. You sat beside your parents and Jin and Yuji, your daughter sound asleep in your lap. Yuki was on your right because you two were the only ones from your group not graduating. The tiny white dress your daughter had been dress in had lasted twenty minutes before she spit up on it and now wore her backup outfit.
It was easy to find Sukuna since he towered over everyone, his gown not doing much to hide his broad shoulders. He was laughing at something Gojo said, the white haired man throwing an arm around his shoulders.Â
You were an hour into the ceremony when your phone buzzed three times. You adjust your daughter in your arms and unlock the screen, instantly smiling because Sukuna was the one blowing you up.Â
ryo đ: miss you alreadyÂ
ryo đ: this is fucking dragging
ryo đ: look up
When you do Sukuna is smirking up at you and sending you a wink. You chuckle and look back down at your phone, bottom lip caught between your teeth, ears on fire.Â
you: be a good boy and stop complaining, you might get a treat.
ryo đ: donât tease me brat. when has that ever ended well for you?
Eventually they began calling students names and when they finally reached Sukuna, your daughter woke up from the way you were yelling for your man, Jin and Yuji standing tall and cheering with the rest of the crowd. The four year old almost jumping out his father's arms, yelling "UNC KUNA."Â
Ever the gym rat, Sukuna takes his degree and holds it up, raising his other arm to flex his muscle, face big on the screen and youâre giggling because deep down he was still that frat boy that stole your heart last summer. Â
What was that saying? You can take the man out of the frat but you canât take the frat out of the man.
The ceremony eventually ended and chaos followed. Families were flooding onto the floors below, graduates searching for friends, cameras flashing from every angle. Your dress swished side to side as you made your way to your fiance, Yuki had disappeared to find Choso, your parents: Nanami and Jin followed close behind, holding Yujiâs hand tight so he didnât run away.
When you finally found Sukuna his gown was open, his cap was off and in his hands and he was giving Gojo a hug. A genuine one without a scowl on his face. The brothers whispering a few words to each other before turning to you.Â
Before you could say a word, Gojo was saying hello and taking his goddaughter from your arms, littering her cheeks in kisses and Sukuna surprisingly said nothing. He was too busy moving toward you, gripping your hips and pulling you close.Â
âNow we get to spend more time together, kid!â You heard Gojo say but your eyes were locked on Sukunaâs.Â
âCongra-â
The giant pulled you to him before you could get the word out and kissed you like he hadn't seen you in weeks instead of hours. You sunk into it, wrapping your hands around his neck as he lifted you off the ground and spinned you around.Â
You laughed against his mouth, heart full and the reality of your life finally hitting you.
Being a mom in your early 20âs had never been a part of your five year plan, least of all with your brother's fratbro, but there wasnât a thing youâd change about it. You would pick him to be your husband and the father of your child in every timeline, in every life.
There was no one beside Sukuna. Your heart wholly belonged to him, and his belonged to you. Two dumb college students who found love in the most unlikely of places.
Ten years later
Satoro Gojo was sitting behind his desk, reading through papers about a new business his company was buying out when a soft knock filled the room.Â
He called for the person to come in, setting the papers down, knowing exactly who it was the moment their knuckles touched his door. When she walked in, he smiled and straightened, still finding it hard to believe how his goddaughter had gone from a drooling baby who loved to bite his fingers, to an actual person with thoughts and feelings of her own.Â
Her hair was pink as ever and she was taller than the average ten year old, her face sporting the same scowl her father always wore. She looked just like his friend, even though her eyes were as soft as yours.Â
She was dressed in her soccer uniform still, though Gojo had picked her up from practice an hour ago. She had been staying with him for the next two weeks, as you and Sukuna celebrated your anniversary out of the country. Gojo never wanted to have kids of his own, so having her occasionally come over was a blessing he never failed to be thankful for.
âWhatâs up, kid?âÂ
She hesitated, her frown deepening and his concern skyrocketed. Though the girl's attitude rivaled her father's, the two often bumping heads, she was typically a happy child. A genuine frown on her face was unlike her.Â
When she didnât respond, only shrugged, Gojo stood from behind his desk and crossed the room to her. She was far too big now to enjoy being picked up, so he opted for leading her to the couch in the corner of his office, sitting her down and giving her that look. The one that said âspeak or no roblox money.â
For a moment she simply stared at her hands, cheek dusted pink as she tried to find her words.Â
âDo you think my dad loves soccer more than me?â
Gojoâs heart sank. As silly as they were together, the cool uncle who never took life too seriously and always gave her things her parents said no to, he realized she was still just a kid. One who was apparently worried that her father didnât love her enough.Â
âOh, princess. I promise that couldnât be further from the truth.â He pulled her close, hand stroking her hair as her frown deepened.Â
Gojo understood where the hurt was coming from. Sukuna had never quit soccer after college, not finding any trouble getting into the leagues and since professionals always had somewhere they needed to be, he ended up missing her school concert last month.Â
A few dinners here and there, nothing consistent but children noticed everything and it clearly bothered her.
âThen why did he miss my concert for a stupid meeting?âÂ
Damn that man. Gojo thought carefully of what to say because he knew he hadnât done it on purpose. If there was one thing he knew, it was that no one in this life or the next loved her more than Sukuna did, but parents got busy and sometimes made mistakes.Â
âCan I tell you a secret?âÂ
She looks up at him with innocent red eyes, head shaking as strings of hair fall from her braid. He loved her so damn much, she was the only kid heâd ever have and heâd do just about anything for her.
"When your dad was in college, he almost got kicked off the soccer team because he left in the middle of strategy to come see you."
Despite her distressed state, a smile slowly appeared. Your smile.
âNow I wasnât there, but I have it on good authority that he pointed at you every time he scored.â The good word was the gossip that spread after the game and the fact that Sukuna almost punched him when Gojo teased him about it.
He smiled at the memory, a part of him missing the days he shared with his frat brothers.
âI donât believe you uncle Toru.â She squints her eyes suspiciously, arms crossing at her chest.Â
âWhen have I ever lied to you?â Gojo squeezes her shoulder, looking down at her with a small smile.Â
âYour dad loves a lot of things, kid. Soccer, your mom, being a grumpy asshole.âÂ
That pulls a laugh from her as she nods her head in agreement. Good. All Gojo ever wanted in life was for her to be happy, and to be the second father she could always come to when she was feeling down or unsure about anything.
âBut do you know what your dad loves the most?â
She looked up at him, shaking her head from side to side but her eyes were hopeful. Gojo ruffles her hair.Â
âYou.â
He had known Sukuna for a massive chunk of his life, befriending him when they were only in high school. He watched him become a father, a husband, and go from fratboy to a domesticated family man and world known soccer player.Â
He was sure about one thing when it came to Sukuna, and it was that there was no universe where heâd pick soccer over his family.
When you and your husband finally returned a week later, the little girl wasted no time and crashed herself into her father, tears pouring down her face. The force almost knocked him backward but without hesitation, he caught her. Arms wrapping protectively around her as he chuckled and placed a kiss to the top of her head.Â
âHi sweetheart. Missed me that much?â
Gojo watched from the porch with relief. Watched as Sukuna picked up his ten year old daughter, her legs wrapping around his waist and your arms curling around them both.Â
Some things never changed. Not after two years, not after five, and not after ten. No matter how big she got, she would always be Sukunaâs little girl and he would always love her more than anything in this world.Â
In the end, you had showed that Ryomen Sukuna does in fact do relationships and he had never been more happy to see his friend proven wrong.
the end.
⌠lisa's note: so this is the end.. i just combined ch. 6 and 7 plus the epilogue into one since they weren't very long and im sad because this series is officially over. i'll be posting the remaining one-shots in between my other fics but for now we're saying goodbye to frat dad kuna. thank you for riding along, I'm blown away at how well received this series was. thank you sm my lovies, there's more to come soon.
summary: getting knocked up by your older brotherâs fratbro wasn't exactly apart of your five year plan. least of all with notorious fuck boy ryomen sukuna.
pairing: frat!kuna x reader
content: everything in this series is considered 18+ so not minor friendly! contains mature content such as rough sex, breeding, spanking, spit play, light hitting, lactation kink, descriptive child birth, postpartum depression, angst, probably more
wc: 8.7k
dividers by: @petalpxl | series masterlist | art i commissioned by @495lz | part three
Sukuna had never driven this fast (but carefully) in his life. His palms were sweating against the leather wheel, knuckles turning white from how hard he was gripping it.Â
Meanwhile you were laid out in the backseat , sweat dripping down your forehead as you fought contraction after contraction, your entire body seizing up with every flex of your uterus.Â
You were crying out and gripping the seat cushions of Sukunaâs car, head propped against the babyâs carseat. Things had gone from zero to one hundred so fast that your brain was short circuiting.Â
One minute you were cooking and the next you were pissing yourself until you realized your water had actually broken when a sharp twist hit a few moments later. Now you were overcome with a strong urge to push, contractions hitting every two minutes and making you cry out in pain.Â
âWeâre almost there babe, just a few more minutes.â Heâd been saying for the last ten minutes.
âDRIVE FASTER, Oh my god I have to push!!âÂ
You let out a loud scream, squeezing your legs and trying your best not to have this baby in the backseat of a fucking car. This is far from how you imagined giving birth and you were too panicked. You nor Sukuna knew anything about delivering a baby, you were college students!Â
âDonât fucking push!â He sped up.
âI canât control that Ryo!â You wanted to murder him. This was his fault and now he was yelling at you like you werenât literally on the verge of death, hands slipping from the headrest you were gripping.Â
âFuck, Iâm sorry. Weâre almost there.. Just- just hold on.â
Another contraction hit and before you could stop yourself, you pushed hard, head thrown back as you screamed and spread your legs apart. âGAAAAAH, OH MY GOD I CAN FEEL MY VAGINA RIPPING OPEN.âÂ
You can barely hear Sukunaâs soothing words because your entire body is on fire, your heart thumping so hard you thought it would break free from your chest. You lowered your hand between your legs and gasped when you felt something solid and wet, something that was very obviously the top of a baby's head. Your baby.
You sucked in a sharp breath, eyes as wide as the moon. This couldnât be happening right now, you had such terrible luck. You were far from ready to give birth, to be a mother and the thought of having her in a car in the middle of winter had you spiraling. You and Sukuna hadnât even picked out a name yet.
âRyomen..â You weeped, a drastic change from the slew of curses you had just been screaming. âSheâs coming now. Pull over.â
He looks at you through the rearview mirror, red eyes wide as he processes what you just said.Â
âWhat do you mean sheâs coming now?âÂ
You glare at him because you didnât fucking stutter and you were in no position to be repeating yourself when you could barely breathe.Â
âI mean the baby is coming now!!âÂ
âFuck! Hold on!â Sukuna pulled onto the side of the road, hands shaking as he turned on the hazard lights and put the car in park, running to the back door before yanking it open.Â
His entire face was drained of color as he stared at you in disbelief, as if you had planned for it to happen this way. You were supposed to be in a hospital bed, surrounded by medicial professionals who knew what the fuck they were doing. Not laid out in the back seat of a frat boyâs car, minutes away from pushing out his baby.Â
Sukuna immediately drops to his knees beside the opened back door and with trembling sweat stained hands, he starts to pull your leggings down and you freak out.
âWHAT are you doing?!â You smack his hand away and he scowls at you. How fucking dare he give you atittude while you were in active labor with his child.Â
âIf the fucking baby is coming then you canât give birth with pants on, can you?âÂ
Your eyes water and your body shakes as sobs rack your body, hot tears spilling down your cheeks. Your hair was loose from its bun and sticking to the sides of your flushed face. He was right, of course he was but that didnât bring you any comfort.
âPlease.. Iâm not ready.âÂ
Sukuna paused, his face softening just a little as he grabbed your hand and kissed the inside of your wrist, eyes locked on yours. You ignored how intimate it felt. âHey. Look at me, please.â
And you do. His pink hair is a mess, you can see the sweat through his white compression shirt and he looked absolutely terrified.Â
âYouâre not fucking weak, do you understand me? Itâs going to be okay. Iâm right here and Iâm gonna help ya through this, yeah?â Sukuna is relieved when you just barely smile with tear stained cheeks, because he was on the verge of losing his mind. This wasnât supposed to be his life, but it was and he was trying his best not to spiral.Â
You whimper and nod, letting him remove your pants and then your underwear. The cold air immediately hits you but you didnât have enough time to acknowledge it before another contraction hit and you were screaming bloody murder, pushing down as hard as you could for six seconds, taking a sharp inhale once the contraction passed, letting your head rest on the carseat again.Â
âYouâre doing so well babe, such a good girl.â Sukuna tries his best to be encouraging but he was a business major, frat boy on his universityâs soccer team. Nothing in his life had prepared him for this moment. He never even thought heâd have a kid, let alone be the one delivering it. His body between your legs, hands ready to catch his daughter, face pale at the sight of a small head of pink hair making its way out of you.Â
The only things Sukuna knew about childbirth was that it was painful and it wasnât supposed to happen in the backseat of his car. The sight left him unable to process what he was seeing, mind spinning with fear and concern for you and his child.Â
âI hate you!â You scream, pushing down again as blood and fluids start to trickle down your legs, muscles on fire from the force you use, head pounding as the contraction tore through you. The sounds leaving your mouth are barely human.Â
âI know, but I need you to keep pushing, alright? Hate me later.â Before you can protest, Sukunaâs running to the trunk and popping it open. He quickly grabs the baby bag and rips a blanket out of it before running back to you, trunk still wide open.
You push down again and Sukuna's back between your legs, blanket covering his hands as he stretches them and prepares to catch his baby. He has no idea what the fuck heâs doing, only that he probably shouldnât let thing hit the ground. She was nearly out. Her head and shoulders free and Sukuna was amazed at how your body was stretching to its limit, bringing life into the world.Â
âAlmost there, sheâs almost out now. Sâproud of you babe.âÂ
You pushed one last time, lasting eight seconds this time before instant release washed over you and you let your body drop fully into the seat, fighting to catch your breath as a loud cry filled the car and outside. You were so exhausted, your entire body covered in sweat that you didnât even care to cover yourself when someone came over asking if you needed help.Â
Sukuna yelled at them to call for an ambulance as you looked down at him. He was attempting to wrap your crying daughter in a blanket and you smiled softly at the sight, eyes slowly shutting before your body went limp and everything turned dark.
One day later
You were dressed in a hospital gown, snug in your bed and arms heavy as you held your swaddled baby. Sukuna was standing over you, one hand moving up and down her chubby cheek in soft motions as she slept peacefully, oblivious to the sheer trauma you went through to bring her into the world.
Her hair was as pink as her fathers, her skin the same tan color as his, pink eyelashes long just like yours and your heart swelled. She wasnât the perfect combination you thought sheâd be. No. She was Sukunaâs spitting image, as if you hadnât carried her for nine months and you felt like you were on cloud nine.
The lights in the room were dimmed and the afternoon sun spilled into the room, everything feeling peaceful and surreal. You were a mom now, no longer pregnant but holding a whole human you grew over the course of nine months, watching with hearts bursting in your eyes as she made soft cooâing noises in her sleep. Tears brimmed as you leaned down and kissed her forehead, inhaling deeply to take in the fresh baby scent.Â
âSheâs so tiny.â You whisper, still unable to believe that she was yours and she was actually here. Your uterus no longer her home, your heart outside of your body.Â
âYeah..â Sukuna mumbles, never taking his eyes off of her. He was tracking every breath she took, timing them to make sure everything was normal and panicking when she stirs in her sleep, tiny fingers flexing as her chubby hand reaches and grabs onto his finger.Â
Sukunaâs heart skips a beat, chest tight at the feeling of her little palm wrapped around his too large finger. When she starts to open her eyes, he slightly leans forward, completely mesmerized by the sight of his clone staring back at him.Â
âHer eyes! She has your eyes too Sukuna, so unfair.â You feign jealousy, although your entire being filled with pride.
âLooks like me.âÂ
You look up at the man towering over you, his eyes locked directly on his baby and you can almost see the way heâs slowly melting despite his ever permanent mean mug, absolutely smitten over her. You hate how beautiful he looks, how every second that passes makes you fall more and more in love with him, knowing youâd never be more than co-parents. That Sukuna did not do relationships and you wouldn't be the one to change that, even if you birthed his child.
He lets his eyes wander to yours, a look you couldnât quite make out flashing across his face before heâs leaning further down and placing a kiss to your forehead. âYou did amazing. Thank you.â
Then heâs looking back at your daughter before you could respond and youâre biting your lip to fight back the tears and failing miserably. Sukuna doesnât notice, his sole attention is on his daughter as you silently sob to yourself. The sight of the baby in your arms blurring.
âSheâs perfect.â
âHmm, yeah she is.âÂ
And you donât see the way Sukunaâs looking at you.Â
The next three days in the hospital were bliss, if you excluded the fact that you cried in the privacy of your room's bathroom whenever the sight of Sukuna being an attentive father overwhelmed you. He only left once for an exam and was right back at your side with lunch since youâd complained about the hospital food.Â
You wanted to yell at him to stop being so caring when you both knew he could never give you what you actually wanted. It was cruel but even more pathetic that you enjoyed it, all but setting yourself up for failure.Â
You were currently watching your brother sit in the corner of the room, holding your baby with a carefulness that almost makes you laugh. Sukuna is seated in the chair by your bed, failing miserably at pretending he wasnât watching his frat brother with a promised violence in his eyes if anything happened to his daughter.Â
âDoes she have a name yet?â Nanami looks at you with soft eyes, pushing up his glasses to wipe at a stray tear before adjusting them again. You shake your head no, mind flashing back to the day your parents picked you up at the police station and how Nanami had always protected you.
You were only six when they died and their best friends took you in. You had lost your parents but gained a brother that day and to see him sitting there with your daughter in his arms, was nothing short of a miracle.
âWorking on it now.â Sukuna huffs from beside you and you bite back a laugh at the way he was obviously seething with jealousy, as if he didnât quite literally deliver her.Â
You look down at the form that you and Sukuna were meant to fill out, and stare blankly at the empty spot that was meant for your daughterâs name.Â
âWhat do you think?â You ask, looking over at him but heâs too busy staring at your daughter. âRyomen..âÂ
âHmm?â It takes a few seconds before he actually looks at you, his face softening just a little and you feel embarrassed at your appearance. You were dressed in a sweatsuit, makeup free and your hair pulled into a messy braid behind your head. Your face heats when he doesnât break your gaze, simply shrugging.Â
âThatâs your response?âÂ
âI told you already. Itâs up to you, doesnât make a difference to me. You carried her and pushed her out. Although I would like her to have both of our last names, for legal reasons.âÂ
You nod in agreement. You werenât Sukunaâs wife, nor did you share the same last name and the idea of your daughter only having his disturbed you. But the fact that he had the same thought, that he considered you as well had your face burning.Â
âMkay.âÂ
You thought it over for the next ten minutes until an option popped up, one you had considered over the past three months but was hesitant about.
âWhat about (daughter's name) Itadori? Itâs my birth mothers name and I'd like to honor her since she canât be here.âÂ
He whispers the name a few times while looking at his daughter who was sound asleep in her uncle's arms. You started to grow nervous until he made a humming sound.Â
âDo you like it?â You bite your lip and roll the pen in your hand, anxiety eating at you because what if he didnât like it?Â
âHmm, it fits her.â Â
The knot in your chest loosens immediately and you hated how badly you wanted his validation. He wasn't your man, you didnât need his approval but you still craved it. It was pathetic.Â
After Nanami leaves itâs just you three again. Youâre breast feeding your baby while Sukuna finishes packing your bags. Youâre finally being released from the hospital and it terrifies you because it means you and Sukuna are on your own. There wonât be nurses there to help you if you canât swaddle the baby properly or get her to latch on, which you had been struggling with.Â
It would just be you three in your little apartment, two college students playing at being parents. Sukuna was still in a frat, would he put his responsibilities to his fraternity over you and your shared daughter? You knew the kind of person he was and while he did slow down with the parties since you told him you were keeping the baby, a part of you worried heâd realize he was in over his head and bail.Â
âReady?â Sukuna asks softly, the back of his finger rubbing at his daughterâs cheek as you pull your nipple from her mouth but his eyes are locked on yours. You only hum and wipe at the escaped milk falling from her mouth, her eyes shut tight as she smiled at something in her sleep.Â
You hear Sukuna take in a sharp breath and when you look at him you swear his eyes are watering but he doesnât give you enough time to really notice. He was shrugging her baby bag over his shoulder and leaving the room to let the nurses know you were all set.Â
You felt silly as an attendant pushed you down the hall in a wheelchair, Sukuna walking in front of you with your daughter strapped safely in her carseat, pink blanket thrown over her legs and arms, a matching pink hat keeping her head warm. You had just given birth a few days ago but the way you were aching at the sight of him holding a carseat, muscles flexing under his long sleeved shirt as he held tightly, hat on backwards and reminding you that he was still the same fratboy you met nine months ago, was concerning.
Heâs doing the most aggressive new-dad walk you've ever seen and the sight is delicious. Heâs moving away from anyone that brushes past him, hand gripping the carseat handle as if he were escorting the head of state and not his newborn daughter. You laugh as an older man stares in shock, eyes flicking between Sukunaâs tattooed face and the small bundle he was carrying. He only looks away when the 6â5 man shoots him a dirty glare.Â
Then you know youâre totally fucked when he secures the baby in the car and then comes back around and lifts you out the wheelchair, smirking at the sound of you yelping and tightening his grip on you while being mindful of your belly. He carries you bridal style to the open back door and sits you next to your daughter and youâre so confused because this isnât the Sukuna you met and heard rumors about.Â
âBuckle up.â He tells you but heâs the one snapping the seatbelt into the buckle, making sure itâs tight enough around you as if you were a child. When you look at him with questioning eyes, he simply shrugs and says nothing.
The first week of parenting is full of sleepless nights and pathetic attempts at keeping up with your school work, grateful that all of your professors had been accommodating and understanding that you were still adjusting to motherhood.
Sukuna was gone for the first time since youâd been home from the hospital, no longer able to put off his responsibilities to the frat and his classes. He grumbled on and on, complaining that the baby needed him and school could wait until you reminded him that this was his last year of uni and it was important he didnât fall off. The truth was, Sukuna had noticed a new sadness in your eyes. Though you were obviously just as in love with your daughter as he was, he grew concerned when he noticed you were hardly eating and biting at your nails more often than not.Â
It was ridiculous because these werenât things heâd notice with anyone else, it wasnât something he cared enough about to pay attention to. But he cared about you, even if you were only the mother to his child. You held a spot in his heart no other woman had since before his mother abandoned him and Jin as children.Â
Heâd even overheard you crying in the shower last night, feeling guilty because he had no idea how to handle that and so he just walked away. Later that night he stood in your doorway watching as you slept, bassinet sat beside you on the bed as you insisted on keeping the baby close so you wouldnât have to waddle to her room whenever she was due for a feeding. His heart cracking because he wasnât good with emotions and he wished he knew how to help you but he had no fucking clue on what to do.
That guilt hadnât disappeared the following night, which is why he was leaving before you woke from your nap, making sure to send you a text so you knew where he was. He sighed when he pulled up in front of the frat house, stomach twisting because this was the last place he wanted to be but maybe a party would distract him from the confusing feelings he had toward you.Â
The thought of sleeping with someone else crossed his mind and it left him nauseous which only pissed him off more. You werenât in a relationship so why did he feel this sick sense of disloyalty when he thought of fucking another woman? He was a damn good father and he treated you well, but that was as far as his responsibilities went.Â
He could whore his way through campus if he wanted to and no one would say anything, there were no labels to your relationship. He reminded himself of that as he walked through the front door of the frat house, the music too loud and the drunk idiots around him grating on his nerves. He adjusted his glasses on his head, grabbing a beer from the cooler and moving through the house until he was in the backyard and staring at the sea of known and unknown faces swimming in the pool as if it werenât winter and dancing around it.
There were red cups everywhere and it made him think of the second night home from the hospital when you both had been so exhausted at 2 am that you just started throwing diapers on the floor before Sukuna dragged himself out of bed a few hours later to pick them up. He didnât realize babies peed and pooped as much as his daughter did. The memory almost made him smile before a glare spread across his face at the sight of Gojo making his way toward him with a shit eating grin, stumbling and spilling the alcohol from his cup.Â
âITâS MY NEW FAVORITE SINGLE DAD!â He yells and Sukuna wants nothing more than to drown him in that pool.
âIâm right in front of you dumbass, why are you screaming in my fucking face?âÂ
Gojo laughs and throws his arm around Sukuna, who surprisingly doesnât push him off, just huffs and lets his friend pull him closer. âWhy? Is the baby sleeping?âÂ
Sukunaâs eye twitches.Â
âIâm just fucking with you. But seriously, what the hell are you doing here?âÂ
That was a good question.
A few months ago, this would've been normal. A Friday night at a fraternity party. Music so loud it rattled the walls. Drunk people packed shoulder-to-shoulder in every room. Someone inevitably breaking furniture Sukuna or Gojo would have to replace to avoid getting chewed out by university officials. But everything felt wrong.
âI needed a break.âÂ
He pushes Gojo off him and walks away, cracking open his beer and chugging it like a freshman desperate to prove themselves. That was the truth, even if it was only half of it. Since his daughter was born over a week ago, his life had revolved around her and the woman sleeping in the second bedroom. Every morning he'd wonder if she had eaten enough, every afternoon heâd ignored his own tiredness and worry that you werenât sleeping enough. Each night heâd lay in bed and listen carefully for sounds of a baby crying.Â
It was fucking exhausting. Mentally and physically draining because the fact that all these good things were happening to him, soft things, was out of his norm and confusing. Everything about his life had been rough. Abandoned by his mother as a child, left with a neglectful father and then there was you.
Nanamiâs sister who came into his life and made him feel things. The way you laughed at him when he panicked over every tiny thing surrounding your daughter. The way you'd looked at him in the hospital when he held his daughter tight against him.
It was becoming a problem because he didnât do relationships. His parents were a piss poor example of love, people lied and disappointed each other all the time so he decided long ago that hook ups were better, simple and best for everyone involved.Â
So tonight he was proving a point. He was still the same guy that could walk into a party, get shit faced drunk and then fuck a random woman for hours on end. Even if his stomach twisted in knots when another woman smiled at him and he forced himself to smirk back. Even if her face warped into yours as he pulled that same woman later that night towards his room.
When he closed his bedroom door, his heart sank and he felt his blood turning cold as she wrapped her arms around his neck and stood on her toes to kiss him. The last woman he had brought in this room was you all those months ago, when he lost all common sense and came inside of you not once but twice.Â
Sukuna looked at her, leaning his head back just a little as she got closer and for a split second his brain made him hear your laugh. Big glossy eyes staring up at him, your nails digging in his hair and scratching just the way he likes. This woman wasnât you and the comparison hit so hard it almost pissed him off. Especially when she reached up and pressed her lips against his and Sukuna stayed deadly still.
She was sticking her tongue out when he untangled her arms from around him and stepped back, head spinning with anger and another feeling he refused to admit. Why couldnât you stay out of his fucking head? Usually heâd already be rolling the condom on and fucking this woman until she couldnât speak but now he was using the back of his hand to wipe the taste of her off of him.Â
âJust not feeling it, sorry.âÂ
âAnother woman?â She asked and her smile was kind enough but Sukuna didnât answer, turning and leaving her in the room alone.Â
He was sick with irritation that he felt like a cheater, annoyed he blew his own chances at getting laid and relieved that he didnât fuck her. He checked his phone to see if you had texted, heart thumping when he saw your name.Â
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And when he opened the picture he was instantly smiling, oblivious to the fact that people stared at him like he was insane. Ryomen Sukuna found smiling? Pigs were about to start flying. He didnât care of course, because he was too busy looking at the picture of you on the couch, smiling softly with his daughter tucked against you, chubby cheeks pressing in your chest as she slept like an angel.Â
You look tired but wholly beautiful and he wanted you so, so badly it hurt.Â
sukuna: brats.
It was all he said but he hearted the picture and hoped you would understand how happy it made him to see it. Heâd always been a shit communicator.Â
He was too drunk to go home so he passed out on the couch until he was jumping out of his sleep at eleven in the morning, heart pounding hard and cursing as he looked for his phone and punched in the code with a force strong enough to almost break the screen protector when face ID failed.Â
Two missed calls from you and one text from two hours ago.
bratâs mom: hey I was planning on getting coffee with my friends this morning. When do you think youâll be back? Itâs too cold to bring (daughters name) out.
âFuck!â He tried to call you, snatching up his glasses and running out the door with his shoes untied, tripping over a pledge passed out on the floor. He kicked him, yelling at him to get out of the fucking way before bolting out the door and begging for you to answer.Â
He hadnât meant to sleep as long as he did, sleep deprivation getting the best of him. It hadnât even been worth it because Sukuna had a raging headache and slept worse than he would with his daughter waking him every two hours.Â
You didnât answer when he called you a second and third time and he sped off in his car with panic and guilt taking root in his body.
âCome on (daughters name), please just help mommy out and latch.â You cried, tears streaming down your face as your daughter screamed, her chubby little face turning red with anger and hunger. Her fists were balled, her arms flailed in frustration as you moved your nipple toward her mouth.Â
You had been trying to get her to latch properly for the last ten minutes but was failing miserably. You were in the process of pumping, bottle almost two ounces full when she woke from her sleep and immediately demanded to be fed. You were starting to notice that your daughter wasnât a very patient baby and you cried in annoyance because you were supposed to be meeting your friends and had to cancel on them, even after they offered to come to you, desperate to finally meet your baby.Â
Your shoulders shook as you sobbed helplessly, looking down at your daughter with harsh guilt. It had been a struggle getting her to latch since leaving the hospital, but she never took more than a few minutes before she was happily sucking away. Now your boobs were sore from the overflow of milk you were producing, sitting dormant and the breast pump brought you little relief.Â
âOk, just give me a second.â And she screeched louder when you laid her on the couch, still dressed in her cotton pink set youâd dressed her in earlier with a matching bow.Â
You ran to the kitchen and unscrewed the bottle from the pump, screwing the cap on with trembling hands before running back to your daughter. Just as you picked her up, Sukuna was tripping through the door with a look of panic, his pink hair wild on his head.Â
You attempted to ignore him and the reality that he was hungover, sitting back on the couch and moving the bottle to your daughter's mouth. Her screams turned into soft whimpers before she went quiet, greedily drinking the small amount of milk youâd been able to pump. Just enough to keep her satisfied for an hour or two.
âI-â He starts but you donât let him finish, sending him a glare that told him you were fucking pissed and not to push you lest you snap his stupid neck.Â
âDonât.â The single word cuts through the air and makes Sukuna freeze in the doorway before he realizes heâs letting in cold air and closes it, taking his shoes off and carefully stepping further into the living room. Moving lightly, as if every step he took could set off a ticking bomb.
âWhat happened?â He asks after a few moments, shifting awkwardly from one foot to the other, unsure of how to help at this point. Afraid of saying the wrong thing when you were in this state, knowing he was completely in the wrong and had no justification.Â
You huff out a laugh. âWhat happened?âÂ
He glares, eyes squinting as he says âThatâs what I asked.â and the fucking audacity has you fuming, ears heated as you keep your voice low in consideration of your currently calmed baby.
âI couldnât get her to feed for ten fucking minutes Sukuna. You were too busy fucking other women and I was here, calling you for help while you ignored me and your daughter. I was alone, so thanks for that.âÂ
His guilt immediately turned to anger at the sound of you calling him by his middle name, because you never call him that. But he wasnât mad at you. Because of course he was wrong, he knew that, you knew that but unfortunately for him and you, sitting with guilt had never been something he was good at.Â
âYou werenât alone.â He grumbles, running a hand through his tousled hair.Â
Your leg stops shaking, hand tightening (only a little) around the bottle and a dangerous chill filled the room as you glared daggers at the man in front of you. If he was joking it wasnât fucking funny and if he was serious then youâd just have to kill him.Â
âExcuse me?âÂ
Sukuna sighs and runs a hand down his face, but he doesnât back down because his anger is hot and had always been good at getting him in trouble.Â
âYou couldâve called someone.âÂ
You laugh louder than you meant to, your daughter stirring in her half sleep state reminding you that she was still there. You fight back the tears you feel burning in your eyes, not wanting to give this asshole the satisfaction of seeing you weak.
âI called her father.âÂ
You couldnât tell him that you were also worried about him, how your mind raced when he didnât answer your calls. You knew how crazy frat parties could get, what if he fell in the pool and drowned? Too drunk to swim to the surface while everyone around him was too drunk to notice him.Â
It was too bad you both were angry and angry people didnât always say the right things. Fuck this guy. You stood and stormed to your room, closing the door behind you and letting a few tears fall.Â
You waited until your baby was done drinking, sound asleep again as you sat the bottle down and patted her back, stopping when she let out a little burp. As gently as possible, you kissed her cheek and laid her on her stomach in the bassinet on your bed.Â
You were heated and far from done with Sukuna, leaving the door cracked back open and basically stomping into the living room. He was sitting on the couch now, elbows on his knees and his head in his hands.
âOne week and four days.â You cross your arms and stand in front of him, ignoring how beautiful he looked, how you wanted to climb on his lap and ride him right there. "You've been a father for one week. You couldnât even make it a month."
Heâs standing now too, his hands balled at his side as he glares down at you, towering over you and forcing you to tilt your head back to stare up at him.Â
âThatâs not fair. Iâve been by your fucking side since we left that hospital, what else do you want from me woman?âÂ
âFair?!â You yell back, your own hands now shaking at your side. âAre you serious Sukuna?âÂ
âStop fucking calling me that!âÂ
âFuck you dude!âÂ
Before he can stop himself heâs pulling you by your waist with both hands and you donât stop him. Heâs scowling down at you, upset at how beautiful you look even when you want to kill him and he hates himself for fucking up this badly.Â
All the effort he put in to show you he was different had now seemed meaningless.
âYou knew exactly who I was when you decided to keep her. You knew my reputation and that I partied and fucked around. You knew I wasn't some perfect fucking family man.âÂ
âRyomen.â You whisper, eyes wide because the feeling of his hands on your body was sending you spiraling, making you forget that you hated his guts right now. His fingers digging lightly into your waist, face moving dangerously close to yours.Â
He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes and exhaling before looking at you again. Your heart is going crazy, pounding so hard you could hear it in your ears, hear the blood rushing.
âIâm sorry, alright? You both deserve better than me but iâm what you got and iâm trying my best here so cut me some fucking slack.. Please.â He leans his forehead against yours and youâre crying and lightly shaking your head âyesâ because it was true. You knew the kind of person he was and you still wanted him anyway. He made you so fucking stupid.
âFor the record I didnât fuck anyone. Couldnât even bring her to my room without seeing your fucking face, it was embarassing.âÂ
You release a shaky breath and nod again as his nose brushes against yours, anger still simmering in your chest. Neither of you move, though his hands on your hips tighten as he pulls you closer, flush against his chest.Â
âIâm sorry.â He whispers again, one hand creeping up your back until heâs holding your head and rubbing his thumb up and down, sending chills through your body. When heâs sure youâre comfortable with that, he moves the same hand to your face, thumb rubbing across your bottom lip. Â
âYou already said that.âÂ
And his lips are just above yours now but you donât move, and heâs slow enough to give you the opportunity to pull away. You donât. Stupid.
âI know.âÂ
The kiss is soft, lacking the desperation usually present in your make out sessions and when he moaned against your mouth it was soft, more like a sigh of relief than anything. Youâre kissing him back, hand moving to scratch at the back of his head just how he likes it and Sukuna is gone, all the fight leaving his body as he lifts you and smirks at the way your legs instinctively wrap around him.Â
Neither of you say anything, Sukuna doesnât even break your kiss as he starts walking you toward his room, tongue slipping in your mouth and heâs so fucking hard he feels like his cock is going to rip through his sweats. He knows itâs too soon to fuck you but there were other ways he could show you just how sorry he was.Â
Your eyes roll back when you feel his hand snaking under your shirt and up your back. When he found your bra he unclasped it, letting it fall to the ground between your bodies and your nipples were instantly cold from the milk that had started to leak.Â
âIn so much pain.â You pushed your chest against his, hoping heâd know what you meant because you would die before saying it out loud. âNeed you to fix it.âÂ
His pupils are blown, a smug smirk forming on his face and you hate the way your cheeks heat in embarrassment. âYeah? Fuck, baby- iâve been waiting for this day.âÂ
He sets you on the bed gently, laying your body back as he climbs over you, making sure to be careful of your belly that hasn't completely gone down yet. Youâre so desperate that you push him back and sit up, ripping your shirt off before throwing it across the room and laying back down.Â
Sukunaâs eyes are trailing over your body and heâs taking in a deep breath when they land on your still leaking nipples. You swear his eyes almost roll back but then heâs on you, kissing you with a need that rivals your own, tongue slipping in your mouth as he reaches a hand up and squeezes your boob.Â
When you hiss out in pain, he look at you with concerned eyes and fuck, you hate when he looks at you like he cares. Like you actually mean something to him. âThat bad?â You nod and then heâs wasting no time, moving his head down until heâs hovered over your chest.Â
âWhich one hurts more?â He asks and when you point to your left one, heâs popping the nipple in his mouth, sucking hard, hand lightly caressing it to coax the milk out.Â
The relief isnât immediate. It takes a few moments before the milk lets down and starts flowing into his mouth and Sukuna is grinding his hips half into the mattress, cock leaking precum already.Â
âTaste âs sweet, mmm fuck.â He flicks his tongue against your nipple and you cry out, one hand in his hair and the other moving to touch your pussy thatâs clenching against literally nothing. You felt so desperate, so needy and this wasnât enough.Â
Sukuna is lost, drinking to his heart's content and savoring every drop your body gives him. If someone had told him this would be his life right now, heâd laugh in their face and tell them they were fucking stupid. Now here he was, humping his mattress and sucking the milk from your tits, loving every second of it. Your cries and moans filling his head with awful, possessive thoughts.Â
He moves to your other boob and sucks until youâre completely satisfied and he feels so fucking full on your milk, so fucking filthy but he doesnât care. Gladly licking at the corners of his mouth to greedily lap up whatever he missed.Â
When heâs done he sits up on his knees, looking down at you with pride and lust. You were so fucking perfect even after carrying his child and he was possessed with a need to do it again. To stuff you full until you were pregnant again. He ignored that thought and moved your hand from your leaking cunt, letting his own fingers take over.Â
âMâ not done yet baby.â
Before you can process whatâs happening, Sukuna is lifting you, and flipping your body so that he was laid on the bed and you were seated on his lap, his hard cock rubbing so beautifully against your needy pussy. Â
âRide it.â His large hands grip your ass and drag you up his length and youâre crying out, head thrown back as you start to slowly move your hips back and forward.Â
âUhhhh, oh g-god.â You sob, the feeling euphoric as you grind down harder, upset that you werenât healed enough to really fuck him. You started mentally counting down the days until he could fill you again, taking what you could get for now.Â
Sukuna moves a hand to grope your tit, squeezing lightly and rubbing the drop of milk across your nipple. It was animalistic and you should be appalled but you only cried louder, moving your hips faster. His hand was helping you, pulling your body back and forth as he grinded his hips up into you.Â
âMiss you sâmuch baby, need to feel you around me.âÂ
You grind faster, angrier because you remember that youâre supposed to hate him right now and he deserves to be punished. You lean forward, hands gripping at his shoulders as you drag your cunt back and forth, feeling his cock grow impossibly harder and you have him right where you want him.
âIâm so close!â You cry as that all too familiar knot starts to form in your stomach. Sukunaâs holding your hips with both hands now, mouth slightly open and his face flushed with his impending release. Heâs pulling you desperately against him, only lifting his lips a little to add more pressure and you tuck your head into his neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark as your orgasm crashes into you.Â
âRyo! Oh god, I'm cumming!âÂ
Itâs desperate, the way you rock into him, white pulsing pleasure ripping through you as you experience your first post-birth orgasm. Sukunaâs hands tighten around your hips, and heâs pushing into you to help you ride it out.Â
âDonât stop, mâgonna cum in my fucking pants.âÂ
Fuck him. As soon as your high dies down, youâre pulling your body off of his and laying on the bed next to him. Heâs pissed, you can practically feel the heat radiating off his body. You ignore him, closing your eyes and smiling in victory as he huffs out a breath in annoyance.Â
âThatâs fucking cruel.â
Itâs Monday again and Sukunaâs getting ready for his morning lecture, running about the apartment and packing his daughterâs baby bag, making sure the bottles you pumped the previous night were stored correctly. It took a lot of convincing, but you finally agreed to let him take the baby to university with him. It was just for the first class, long enough to allow your still healing body to actually rest.Â
When you asked him if he was concerned about what everyone would say, he dead panned you, annoyed youâd even ask him such a stupid question. âWhen have I ever given you the impression that I give a fuck what others think?âÂ
And he never did, which is why heâs strapping his daughter into her carseat, letting his long finger rub at her cheek as she stares at him with eyes just like his. His heart skips a beat, like it always does whenever she looks at him like he was someone of importance. Like he wasnât an asshole to everyone but her.Â
âReady brat?â He adjusts the hat on her little head, making sure her mittens are secured and her blankets are tucked properly and keeping her warm. He sighed as he double checked her straps, ensuring that she wouldnât accidentally fall out and left out the door, careful to not wake you.Â
The drive to the school takes longer than necessary, Sukuna refusing to drive a mile above the speed limit without you back there with the baby. When he finally pulls into the university parking lot, heâs almost late to his lecture. Heâs rushing out the car, pulling his daughterâs carseat and making sure she was ok. Sound asleep.
He only realizes he forgot her stroller when heâs walking to the building his class is taking place in.Â
"Fuck."
A student walking past glances over. Then he does a double take. Then a triple take. Because Sukuna, known playboy, frat menace, and soccer star, is carrying a baby carseat!
The student nearly walks into a trash can but Sukuna keeps walking and ignoring the many stares he gets, picking up his pace to get his daughter out of the cold even though he had put three blankets over her.
One guy even says âNo fucking way.â Sukuna just rolls his eyes and looks down at his daughter. Sheâs sound asleep but when her little mouth opens and she yawns, tiny pink tongue covered in leftover milk from her morning feed, his chest almost caves in.Â
"Is that a baby?"
"No way that's his."
"Holy shit that's Sukuna."
"I thought the pregnancy rumors were fake."
Itâs the same thing over and over and Sukuna grows annoyed and overly protective of his tiny cargo, snapping at an innocent freshman that stares a little too long.Â
"What?" He stops walking, staring right back at him.
"N-Nothing."
"Then stop fucking staring."
By the time he makes it to his lecture hall, the professor is setting up slides and the room is quieting down. People stare as he moves down the stairs, eyes looking for a spot to sit when he spots an open seat by Gojo, Geto and Choso, the white haired moron grinning and waving him over.Â
He ignores the looks heâs getting and moves into the aisle, walking until heâs near his friends and sitting down with an annoyed huff. He places the carseat and baby bag on the ground next to his feet and pulls his laptop from his bag, checking to make sure his daughter was still asleep before opening the docs app to take notes.Â
When he looks up the professor is smiling at him but says nothing. Gojo nudges him when he doesnât look and Sukuna is reluctantly looking at his friend who he really didnât have the energy to deal with.Â
âWhat the fuck do ya want?â
Gojo smirks while Geto and Choso frown at their friend, leaning forward in their seats to try to get a view of the baby. Sukuna had only sent a picture in their group chat after she had been born and left it at that.Â
âWe want to see the baby dude, we donât care about you!â Geto shrieks and Sukuna smirks, pride creeping out before he could stop it.Â
âTough shit, sheâs sleeping and I'll tear you apart if you wake her up.â He adjust the hat on his head and starts typing, pretending as if the men didnât exist. Only an hour to go.
About twenty minutes into the lecture, the baby stirs and makes a noise and Sukuna immediately stops typing. His friends snap their heads toward her, as well as the random woman to his left. Sheâs not crying, just staring at the fluorescent lights and making the cutest newborn sounds, a mitten covered hand escaping the blanket.Â
âOh my god.â Gojo cries, hearts forming in his blue eyes as the others nearly break their necks to look.Â
Sukuna frowns at the baby, reaching down to unbuckle her as the professor continues her lecture. Heâs careful when he lifts her and sheâs doing the newborn stretch, her little body scrunched up before settling in his her fathers arms. Sukuna wants to cry.Â
âSheâs so tiny!â Choso coos and Sukuna fights the urge to say no shit. His friends meant no harm, at least thatâs what you would say so he bites his tongue.Â
His little mini lets out another tiny noise and blinks up at him with those stupidly familiar eyes.
His eyes.
It still baffled him that this tiny person was half him, that she was his spitting image, something so innocent in the hands of someone like him. She was perfect and he was terrified of ever disappointing her, of being the man his father was-
Gojo is clutching Geto's arm so hard the other man looks seconds away from throwing him through a wall.
"Look at her."
"I'm looking."
"Look harder!"
Sukuna holds her with one arm, the other reaching into the baby bag to pull out a clean blanket. He lays it across his chest and places her on it, hand holding her bum, chin resting lightly on the top of her head as he attempts to pay attention to the professor.Â
Gojo reaches a hand forward and before Sukuna can yell at him to put hand sanitizer on before he touches his daughter, sheâs wrapping a gloved hand around his pale finger. Gojo looks like he just witnessed the creation of the universe.Â
âShe knows who her godfather is.â Sukuna doesnât respond to that, only pulling his daughter closer to his chest and letting the man believe whatever he wanted to.
Ten minutes later, the pink haired newborn is falling asleep again when the girl to the left speaks up and Sukuna almost rolls his eyes. Has no one seen a fucking baby before?
âAww sheâs adorable!â The woman reaches a hand out to touch his daughter and Sukuna acts on instinct, grabbing her wrist and pushing it away.Â
The woman is flustered but obviously canât take a hint because she continues babbling, oblivious to the childâs fatherâs rising anger.Â
âWhatâs her name?âÂ
Sukuna grumbles and keeps his eyes on the front of the class, half paying attention as his daughter squirms on his chest, but stays sound asleep.Â
â(Daughter's name).âÂ
âThatâs such a beautiful name! I actually have an aunt with the same one-â
His baby cooâs in her sleep, still gripping Gojoâs finger, the man refusing to move even if his muscles were growing sore, using his other hand to clumsily type on his laptop.Â
"Awww, thatâs too cute. Do babies always make that noise?"
Sukuna is immediately overwhelmed and wishes sheâd stop talking to him so he could actually fucking focus.
"What the fuck do I know?"
She laughs. âYouâre her dad silly! So is her mom around?âÂ
Sukuna lets a small smirk form at the thought of you, mindlessly listening to the professor talk about economics while tracking his daughter's breathing.Â
âYeah, my girlfriend is around.âÂ
The womanâs eyes widen as she snaps her head forward and finally listens to what the professor is saying. She didnât look at him for the rest of the class. Sukuna thinks this is going to be the longest three months of his life until he graduates, if this is what he has to deal with.Â
ch. 5
⌠lisa's note: the picture change!! 𼚠we've entered fratkuna's dad era. i'm so grateful for @495lz for creating this masterpiece for my series, shout out to them! also, what would you name yours and sukuna's baby? tell meeee (mine is ayame) đ
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