summary: getting knocked up by your older brother’s 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: 7.9k
dividers by: @petalpxl | series masterlist | art i commissioned by @495lz | part four
You’re half dead on the couch, your baby lightly snoring on your chest as if she hadn’t been waking up every thirty minutes since her father left for a charity event his fraternity was hosting. You really needed to catch up on some school work and she refused to be put down, so you’d been sitting on the couch since Sukuna left two hours ago, tapping your daughter’s bum and praying she’d stay asleep for another hour.
Sukuna was trying his best to make up for his mistake last weekend and offered to take your daughter with him just as he did yesterday but you refused. As grateful as you were, you weren’t too keen on her being in some random building full of germs and told him that he should really be focusing when he’s fulfilling his frat responsibilities. He scuffed at that, telling you that he was perfectly fine and that his baby behaved better than half of the “adults” he surrounded himself with. You still refused and he begrudgingly let it go, kissing your daughter's forehead and then your lips.
He only smirked at your widened eyes and winked before leaving.
Last night he’d gotten up with her every time she cried, taking her bassinet into his room and closing your door, feeding her the bottles you’d pumped previously and changing her diaper without waking you. He looked exhausted, putting on a fake smile that was clearly meant to tell you not to worry about him. You didn’t ask him to do that but it did help, getting a few extra hours of rest.
You were currently attempting to go over the notes for your programming class as you had an exam coming up and barely studied for it. You weren’t a senior like Sukuna, only a year behind, but it was still important for you to keep your gpa up as you were hoping to get into a good dentistry school after you’ve graduated. You didn’t expect to do that with a child but life was proving to you lately that anything was possible.
It was time for you to lock in again and remember the absolute academic weapon you had been before transferring to Jujutsu. So you stayed on the couch like that for the next hour, daughter hardly stirring as you went through the notes Sukuna, your brother and friend had taken for you while you were still on maternity absence. You were able to sneak in a short youtube video some random professor posted explaining data types, operators and variables.
Just as it was ending a knock came from your door, immediately followed by a text.
shoko: open up, we come bearing gifts!
“We know you’re in there, stop avoiding us!” Yuki called from behind the door, followed by a string of agreements from Utahime and Shoko. You smile, heart racing because you hadn’t seen them since you’d given birth almost two weeks ago, even if you were slightly annoyed that your daughter was now stirring awake.
“One second!” You yelled back, kissing the pink haired baby, tightening her to your chest and moving the laptop out of the way so you could stand.
When you opened the door, three women that you considered to be sisters were standing on the other side, carrying gift bags and balloons that said “congrats, it’s a girl!” and “i ❤️ milfs” and you couldn’t help but smile, even if your eyes were burning and you were dead tired.
“Hi guys.” You give a breathy laugh and step out the way so they can come inside and the moment you close the door and turn to stare at them, the bags are on the floor and all eyes are locked on you and the tiny baby on your chest who’s half asleep and somehow missing a mitten despite it being there a few minutes ago.
She coos as she slowly starts to open her eyes and you swear all theirs start to water.
After everyone’s washed their hands, they’re all taking turns passing your daughter around, and she’s currently snug in Yuki’s blanket covered arms, the blonde woman staring down with pride filled eyes that start to tear up as your daughter idly looks around, fist going to her mouth to suck on. A clear sign she was starting to get hungry.
“I’ll feed her!” Shoko cried when you returned with a warm bottle a few minutes later and you almost laugh and cry because you hate that you’ve been avoiding them, even without meaning to and seeing how much they already love your daughter is almost too much to handle.
“No fair, I didn’t even get to hold her yet!” Utahime cries from the floor and Yuki reluctantly passes her the baby, yelling at her to hold her head properly or she’d take her back.
You pass Utahime the bottle and sit on the floor next to her, hand idly pushing your daughter's pink hair back as she greedily drinks. When you look up, Shoko is staring at you, really staring at you and her face is full of worry.
“When’s the last time you slept and showered?”
“Or ate a proper meal?” Yuki adds.
All eyes are on you and you shrink from the attention because it’s overwhelming, and the only people you’ve been around for this long giving birth are your daughter and Sukuna. You hadn’t even realized until now just how much you’ve been avoiding everyone, putting off your friends and parents meeting your baby, telling Nanami that now wasn’t a good time when he asked to come over.
“Ryo took over last night so it hasn’t been that long.” You frown when you remember how tired Sukuna looked when he left this morning, eyes red and droopy, his hair tousled even though he used a hat to cover it. “And I eat plenty.”
You lied about the last part, too embarrassed to admit that you were just too tired from being a mother and too busy from being a student to make a full course meal. You weren’t starving yourself but the last time you had something that wasn’t quick and cold was when you were in the hospital and Sukuna brought you lunch.
You inwardly cringe and of course your friends notice because they care about you and you hate that you let yourself forget that. You and Sukuna had secluded yourselves in your own bubble of parental bliss that you forgot you had friends and family waiting to help with whatever you needed.
“Right.” Shoko frowns and stands, picking up one of the bags that contained groceries that reminded you that you nor Sukuna had properly grocery shopped since your baby was born. “Like I said, we came bearing gifts. You’re gonna get whatever you need to get done: shower, sleep, do school work. We’ll take care of the baby and the house for you. We aren’t accepting no for an answer.”
You open your mouth to argue but immediately snap it shut at the look all three girls are giving you. You nod and look back at your daughter, eyes burning at the sight of her half asleep in utahime’s arms, lazily drinking her bottle as milk drips out the side of her mouth.
“You’ve been avoiding us.”
Yuki glares again and your stomach twists because you feel so fucking bad. Outside of Sukuna, Yuki had been there the most during your pregnancy with her being your roommate at the time. She’d hold your hair up while you emptied your stomach into the toilet, help you with any notes you missed in your shared classes. She even recorded a lecture for you and you repaid her by shutting her out, shutting all of your friends out. Making excuses when they asked to come over, ignoring texts, promising to call but never doing it.
You could blame it on being too tired but it was more than that. You hadn’t truly felt like yourself since finding out you were pregnant and it only got worse after giving birth. Your body still hadn’t returned to its previous shape, you lacked stretch marks but your boobs had grown large, hair thinner and you felt like you were in a completely different body.
“I’m sorry.” You bite your lip as tears escape and your shoulders start to shake. Yuki’s face instantly softens and she and Shoko (who basically throws the bags to the floor) are on the ground next to you, pulling you into a tight hug.
“Oh honey.” Shoko murmurs, hand rubbing at your head.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I s-should be happy, I am happy. I love her s-so much but sometimes I just sit there and cry and I don’t- I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
You sob and they let you and it felt so good. You couldn’t do this with Sukuna, your relationship had been strictly co-parents with the occasional benefits of forehead kisses and the one time you got yourself off against his cock two days ago. None of that gave you the idea that it was ok to pour your heart out to him, especially since a huge chunk of the reason you were in such distraught was because of him. He was a great father, so good to you too and it only made you fall deeper in love with him.
Yuki pulls back and wipes at your tears, her own eyes glossy. “Shit, (name). We would’ve been here if we knew it was this bad. I’m the one that’s sorry for taking so long to do this.”
“We’re fixing this.” Shoko hugs you tight before standing, grabbing the bags again and moving to the kitchen.
“What?” You sniffle and wipe at your eyes.
She starts pulling groceries out the bag as well as tupperware, setting everything up neatly and looking at you with a soft smile. “I’ll meal prep for you and Sukuna because I saw him the other day and he looked like he was on the verge of passing out.”
“And I'll clean.” Utahime adds in, removing the bottle from the baby's mouth and passing her to Yuki so she can stand.
“Guys.. I can help-”
“No.” Yuki glares. “You’ll go lay your ass down, or take a shower, do your school, I don’t care. You just pushed out a whole ass human not even two weeks ago, we got this.”
You simply nod because you’re too tired to argue, give your daughter a kiss on her cheek and grab your laptop before moving to your room. The apartment is full of noises and you try your best to finish the video you had been watching before they came but fell asleep five minutes later.
Sukuna is beyond exhausted by the time he gets home, pushing open the front door with slumped shoulders and half closed eyes. The charity event had taken longer than he thought it would and he was fucking pissed, wanting nothing more than to be home with you and his daughter.
His brother had also texted him earlier that day and told him he was back in the country and he and Yuji were excited to finally meet the baby. Sukuna wanted to tell him to fuck off but he had been trying to be a better person and that included not being an ass to people who cared and that he equally cared about, even if he was shit at showing it.
So he reluctantly agreed, sighing when his twin texted back a few seconds later stating they were an hour away. He was hoping to get a few hours of sleep but that clearly wasn’t happening and his annoyance only grew when he opened the front door.
He stopped dead in his tracks and looked around his living room in shock. It was spotless and smelled of air freshener instead of baby milk and there were three women sitting on his couch. The blonde, who he recognized as Choso’s girlfriend and your ex-roommate, was holding his daughter. Shoko and Utahime, he knew because he went to high school with them, were both folding clothes and the sight left him confused.
His eyes immediately went to look for you as he closed the door and shrugged off his jacket, hanging it and his hat up before stepping further inside.
“Looks like daddy’s home.” Yuki scrunched her nose at the baby, smiling and sitting her up to look at Sukuna.
His heart dropped as his daughter faced him, a little yawn escaping as she scrunched her body and stretched and his feet were moving before his brain registered what he was doing. He quickly washed his hands and moved to grab his baby, holding her close to his face and giving both cheeks a kiss, inhaling her baby scent that always gave him a boost of serotonin.
“Where’s (name)?” He didn’t acknowledge the other two nodding at him because his mind was still filled with panic that something happened and no one told him. It didn’t help that you hadn’t responded to his text asking what you wanted for lunch.
“She’s been asleep for the last two hours. We stopped by to help because you two clearly need it.” Shoko stood with folded clothes in her arms, setting them in the hamper.
Sukuna grunted, half annoyed that they were in his home but grateful because he’d rather pass out from exhaustion than tell anyone he needed help with anything. It wasn’t in his nature. So he let them finish what they were doing, thanked them when they were leaving and promised he’d let you know to text them when you woke.
“Alright brat, let’s go check on your mom.”
An hour later you’re all washed and dressed up, baby girl wearing the cutest white set and a headband on her head, pushing her pink hair back and Sukuna glared because if he didn’t he would cry.
When looks at you, his daughter against your chest, he swallows a moan. You were dressed in jeans and the same pink sweater you wore during your pregnancy, with the heart stitched into it and the way your jeans hugged your ass so perfectly had his face heating.
He knew he was fucked because the outfit wasn’t revealing at all but he still wanted to devour you, to make you wholly his and his only. He thought of how right it felt to tell that girl that you were his girlfriend, how it flowed so perfectly from his tongue like that had always been your rightful title.
Sukuna’s mind had grown dangerous since that day, thoughts of confessing his confusing feelings to you creeping in, wondering if you even wanted him in that way. He had never doubted if a woman wanted him before, he was one of the most desired men on campus. Insecurity had never been a part of his vocabulary but this is the man you had turned him into. Utterly weak.
He clears his throat when you catch him looking, heart pounding even as he acts nonchalant, keeping his face straight and his emotions locked away. It’s what he was best at. “Jin should be here soon.”
He’s trying his best not to acknowledge the way you hold his gaze, looking at him with those same glossy eyes that had him weak from the moment he first laid eyes on you. You were so carefree that night, dancing with random men and pissing him off until he showed you that he could play that game better, fucking you until you were dripping with his seed.
“I-” You started to speak but was cut off by knocking at the door, the sound of a small voice yelling his name.
“UNC KUNA!”
Sukuna could hear his brother shushing him, the toddler simply laughing and knocking again. When he opened the door, his nephew crashed into his legs before he could blink, like he always does and squeezed tight but he didn't stay long before pushing past him and slamming his tiny body into yours.
You gasp before laughing and steadying your daughter against you, reaching one hand down to rub at his hair. “Aunt (name)!” and your heart skips a beat, eyes wide as you stare at Sukuna and he simply shrugs and lets his brother in, who’s holding flowers and gift bags.
“Sorry about that, he’s been talking nonstop about meeting his cousin.”
Jin looked equally as excited as his four year old, giving you a soft smile before his eyes fell to his niece who’s sound asleep in your arms. Yuji is pulling at your pants and staring up at her like she descended from the heavens.
“Is that the baby?”
“Yes.” You laugh.
“The real baby?” And you only nod as Sukuna comes up behind Yuji and lifts him, holding him with one arm so he can look at his cousin. The weight difference throws him off as he had become used to holding a seven pound baby and not his almost forty pound nephew.
“Yeah she's real, brat.” He grumbles. Yuji makes a wow sound and leans forward to get a better look at her, nearly jumping out of his arms. Sukuna tightens his grip to keep him from falling, annoyed that his nephew never had concern for his own safety.
“She has pink hair like us dad!” He gives Jin a big toothy grin, the man smiling back and looking from Sukuna to the baby, then you. “She does, buddy.”
Sukuna is avoiding looking at his twin because he knows exactly what he wants to say from the sound of his voice, knowing him all too fucking well. They had always been able to silently communicate, sometimes not even needing to look at each other to know what they were feeling or thinking, perks of being identical twins. So he keeps his eyes on the people in front of him, not wanting to touch on the conversation he knew was coming.
“Does she talk?”
“No.” Sukuna rolls his eyes.
“Can she play with me?”
“No.” He deadpans.
Yuji frowns at the baby. “Well then what does she do?”
“She eats, poops and sleeps.” He says matter of factly, adjusting his nephew in his arms and fighting back a smile at how much he looks like his daughter.
‘I do that too!”
Everyone laughs and when Sukuna sits his nephew down, Jin is passing you a bouquet of the most beautiful flowers you've ever seen, colors of blue, pink and yellow littered throughout. “From me and Yuji.”
“Oh, you didn't have to do that.” Your face is burning as you use your free hand to accept them, smiling at Sukuna’s much softer twin. “Thank you Jin.”
“Can I hold her?” Yuji asks, moving to sit on the couch. He pushed little body all the way back against the cushion and he looked so small that it annoys Sukuna. A baby asking to hold a baby, it was ridiculous.
“No.”
“Yes.” You say at the same time and Jin laughs, moving to sit the gift bags down as you shoot Sukuna a glare from hell.
Needless to say you won in the end, passing Sukuna the flowers and moving to help Yuji hold your daughter. Yuji holds his arms out, tongue sticking out in concentration as he tries his best to stay still. You sit next to him and carefully move your daughter to his lap, making sure to adjust her head properly against his arm, his other one holding her legs.
Your hands hover a little before you swallow your anxiety and watch with careful eyes as the toddler looks down at his cousin, eyes wide in amazement when she gives a sleepy smile, pink gum on full display.
“She likes me!”
Later that day as the sun fades and dinner has been eaten, you and Yuji sit in front of the tv and play video games while Sukuna stands in the kitchen with Jin who’d been holding his niece for the last twenty minutes, smacking his brother's hand away when he tried to take her.
Sukuna’s watching you, smitten with how well you were getting along with Yuji and how obvious it was that his nephew liked you more than he probably liked him. He couldn’t blame the kid. You were beautiful, easy to like and he resented you for it. He’d never noticed these things about other women, never stuck around long enough to and here you were uprooting his life and making him break every rule he ever had for himself.
“You should just tell her.”
Sukuna snaps his eyes away from you, scowling at his brother before turning to finish washing the dishes. He never fucking washes dishes but here he was.
“I don’t know what you think you know but fuck off.”
Jin only laughs and places a kiss on his niece's head, keeping her secured against his chest. “You shouldn’t curse in front of her. You’d be surprised at what babies remember.”
Sukuna doesn’t respond but Jin keeps talking anyway, because of course he does. He’s one of the few people that isn’t afraid of the 6’5 tatted brute, knowing the person he had been before trauma destroyed him.
“All I’m saying is that I wish Kaori was still around for me to tell her how much I love her.” The sudden shift in Jin’s voice has Sukuna’s hands slowing as he turns to look at him. Jin was staring at Yuji with sad eyes and a soft smile and he suddenly felt like shit.
He remembered the day Yuji was born, how happy Jin had been, sending him a picture that he simply hearted and said “Congrats 👍” to. Sukuna was on his way to the hospital the next day to properly meet his nephew when Jin called in hysterics, crying that Kaori had suffered from a postpartum hemorrhage and there was nothing the doctors could do. They were only eighteen and Sukuna was even more hotheaded than he was now, but the sight of his brother drowning in tears left him weak and with an aching chest.
It was the first time he hugged him since they were children. It was the day he decided he was done with his father who was too "busy" to show up for his son who needed a parent.
“Tell her Ryomen, before it’s too late.”
Later that night, Sukuna is watching you as you two studied together. He had put your daughter to sleep almost an hour ago and when you asked for his help with a code you couldn’t crack, he dragged you to his room where you both were sitting on his bed with your laptops out. Eyes burning from the blue light.
You were so concentrated, face set in a frown as you typed away and blood was rushing in his ears when you looked up at him and smiled softly. You were so beautiful, too beautiful and not close enough. Before he could stop himself, he’s reaching a hand to rub just below your right eye.
“You had a lash there.”
Neither of you mention how intimate the act was.
“I will kill you brutally if anything happens to her. Literally cut you in half, do you understand?” Sukuna is standing in the frathouse living room two days later as you waited in the car, passing the carseat that contained his sleeping daughter to Gojo and silently praying that he doesn’t end up regretting this.
No one else was available to watch her. Nanami and Yuki shared the same class you both were heading to, needing to take this exam and not being able to bring your daughter. Jin was back out of town for a business meeting. The only saving grace was that Shoko and Utahime promised to stop by later to check on her.
“Yeah yeah, I got her. Nothing will happen to my god daughter under my care, I even made sure I didn’t drink last night!”
“That’s the bare minimum.”
“Wow. No appreciation for my sacrifice.”
Sukuna crouched beside the car seat one last time, adjusting her hat and blanket and brushing a finger against her cheek. He really wanted to cancel his exam. He groans, looking his daughter over once more before forcing himself to stand before he changes his mind.
“Call me if she cries.”
“You’re gonna miss your test, goodbye!” Gojo sings, walking him to the door and closing it in his face.
To say Gojo was excited would be downplaying it. He was ecstatic, quickly jumping at the opportunity to spend time with his god daughter when Sukuna texted him. He had baby items next-day shipped to the house so he was prepared. A bassinet for his room, a shit ton of ridiculously expensive baby toys, clothes in case she needed it and a baby carrier because he saw a video explaining how babies liked being close to their parents.
He wasn’t her father obviously, but as her god father he was prepared. Sukuna was giving him a chance and he would be damned if he blew it. He even watched videos on how to properly change a diaper.
Gojo crouched by her carseat and let a silly smile form when he saw she was awake and staring at him with her fathers eyes. “Hello.”
She yawned and blinked at him slowly and the white haired adult grabbed at his chest and sighed lovingly, moving to unbuckle her from her seat. When he picked her up she stretched and his heart was melting. She was so fucking cute he was going to explode.
“This is the greatest day of my life.”
Suguru snickers from his spot on the couch, face buried in a book and his headphones halfway on his head. Toji shakes his head from the floor, where he’d been helping little Megumi build blocks. Gojo hated them both.
He presses your baby to his chest, using one arm to hold her bum and the other to put his hand on her back, holding her to his chest. Despite being the least responsible person in most situations, Gojo was annoyingly good at this. He bounced her lightly, picking up her baby bag and making his way to sit on the floor next to Toji.
The man glares at him before his eyes soften at the sight of his friend’s baby looking around curiously. Gojo tosses him the baby bag with a smirk, killing the mood.
“Grab her mat will you?”
Geto snorts from the couch and Toji clenches his jaw before doing as he was told. He unfolds the little pink mat and lays it on the floor in front of his frat brother that he was trying his best not to tear apart. He really fucking hated him.
Carefully, Gojo lays her on her back, leaning his lanky body over her and smiling like an idiot. He pushes his glasses atop his head and begins making weird faces at her to get her to smile, eyes widening when she sneezes.
“Bless you.”
The baby blinks at him, and even though Gojo knows she can’t properly see him, he still swears she can. For the next hour, nobody really needed to do anything. Whenever his god daughter got fussy, he’d change her diaper, feed her or he would pick her up and walk around with her. He walked though the house and pointed everything out, explaining that this was a fraternity and: “This is where you were created.” when they passed Sukuna’s room before heading back downstairs.
"And here we see Uncle Suguru pretending to study." He stands in front of the raven haired man, smiling down at him and snuggling your baby closer, who he now had strapped securely into a baby carrier, her cheek pressed against his chest. He looked ridiculous.
"I'm literally studying." Geto lifts a brow, letting his eyes wander to the baby that was entirely too small against Gojo’s towering form.
"A fascinating creature."
"Piss off Gojo."
When your baby makes a noise, he nods in agreement. "Excellent observation.”
It’s nearly time for her to go when Sukuna sends a text that makes him roll his eyes.
satan’s spawn: running a little behind. how's she doing?
gojo: peachy {1 attachment}
He sends him a picture of his baby who’s currently asleep in Geto’s arms, the man pretending like he’s not smitten with her, forcing himself to hide the smile that keeps fighting its way up. Gojo had reluctantly handed her over after making his friend wash his hands, telling him he’d spread his nasty fucking germs when Geto glared at him like he was offended.
“She’s drooling on you.” Gojo points out, hand moving forward to push her soft pink hair from her face.
“I know.” He shrugs. “She’s cute so it's okay.”
They stayed like that for ten minutes, baby sound asleep in Geto’s arm after having a bottle and her frat uncle scrolling through his phone to stop himself from crying. Keeping his hold on her strong, even as his arm started aching.
"Damn." Toji stood with his sleeping son in his arms, looking down at Geto with those dark eyes that seemed to glow at the sight of Sukuna’s daughter.
"What?" Gojo glares, looking ready to start barking like a guard dog and Toji laughs, adjusting Megumi.
"She's cute. Looks just like that fucker.”
Sukuna had texted that he was five minutes away when his arch nemesis Naoya Zenin showed up. The moment he noticed the baby, Gojo's mood soured and Geto held her closer, Toji glaring bullets at his cousin.
“Oh.” The blonde man tilts his head and smirks, slowly making his way toward the living room, still dressed in his track clothes, oblivious to the way everyone was on guard the moment he walked through the door.
No one had actually wanted him to join the frat but the Zenin’s had enough influence over the school that they had no choice but to accept him. Toji even changed his last name so he wouldn’t be associated with his family and shitty cousin. No one hated him more than Sukuna though, having been arrested for beating the blonde so badly he broke his nose, after he insulted his twin and nephew.
So the fact that he was even staring at his child right now was the greatest insult and it would be a fucking problem if Sukuna caught him.
“She’s cute.” He tries to move closer and Toji uses one hand to stop him, giving him a warning glare.
“Piss off Zenin-”
“Can I hold her?” And Gojo is instantly responding, his fists balled so tight his nails were digging into his palm. He hated this guy almost as much as Sukuna.
“Fuck no.”
Naoya blinked, smug grin wiped off his face as he frowned at the white haired man. “What, why?”
“Because her father hates you, you idiot. Or did you forget when he beat you within an inch of your life?” Toji pushes him back again, ignoring the way his cousin glares at him.
“That was three years ago! What does that have to do with anything?”
Gojo sighs and runs a hand down his face, his cheeks heating in anger. “Leave before he gets here and actually kills you this time.”
Naoya huffs, letting a slew of curses fly as he stomps up the stairs, mumbling about brotherhood and grudges.
Gojo sighed in relief, narrowly preventing a disaster because if Sukuna somehow found out he'd let Naoya Zenin around his daughter?
Well.
Let’s just say Gojo enjoyed being alive.
One month later
Your daughter was six weeks old now and you were starting to feel more like yourself. You were going to campus a lot more, sometimes with your baby in tow if Sukuna had classes as well. More often than not, your friends, brother or Jin watched her when they could.
You and Sukuna had grown closer too, especially since he had refused to attend any frat parties after his fuck up when your daughter was only a week old. Sukuna, with all his flaws, hardly ever made the same mistake twice.
He started being softer with you as well. Making you a cup of coffee before your morning lectures, carrying you to bed when you’d fall asleep on the couch, texting you and apologizing whenever he was running late as soccer season was coming up and he was practicing a lot more.
It made you crave him at an unhealthy level. So when your doctor gave you the green light for sex, you were dropping your daughter off at Shoko and Utahime’s place before Sukuna got home from practice, ensuring your baby had enough milk and diapers to last for the night and next morning.
You were showered, your entire body scented in the perfume you knew he liked, dressed in a short night gown that did almost nothing to hide your braless tits and watching tv on the couch when he walked in. You tensed up at the sight of him in sweats, soccer cleats still on, compression shirt peeking through his sweater. His hair was tousled and he looked so fucking masculine and delicious, you had to squeeze your legs to soothe the forming ache.
He didn’t even notice you until he was closing the door and turning, his frown fading into a smirk at the sight of you.
“Something special happening today?” He hums, dropping his bag by the door, removing his shoes and jacket before moving closer to you.
You stand up, wiping your sweaty palms down the silk brushing against your skin and nod. Your nerves were shot and you felt like throwing up. Would he even want to have sex with you? He’d seen you at your worst, hair a mess, baby puke on your oversized shirt, eyes bloodshot from a lack of sleep. Had he somehow lost his attraction to you in the six weeks since becoming parents?
“Y-yes.” You clear your throat when he tilts his head and raises a brow, waiting for you to continue, tired eyes dropping to your lips and then your chest. You bite your bottom lip and look around aimlessly, ears burning from the attention.
“Where’s (daughter’s name)?”
“With my friends for the night.” You respond fast and grip the sides of your night gown before letting go.
You hadn’t really planned this, just hoped he would see the dress and make the first move. You were painfully awkward since giving birth and it had been so long since he fucked you that you were left looking and feeling like a virigin idiot.
“Right..” He slowly nods, moving toward you until he was close enough to reach a hand out and take yours. “So?”
“So?” You whisper, staring at him with glossy eyes and stars bursting behind them. He always left you starstruck and you hated it, especially because he laughs at you and it’s low, deep and sends butterflies straight to your pussy.
“Did you need something from me?” He’s pulling you closer by the hand he’s holding, stopping when you’re just shy of touching his chest, and you can feel your nipples hardening, unfiltered lust burning through your body.
Once you look up at him it’s like you’re trapped in a hypnotizing spell because you can’t look away, your pupils dilate at the sight of this man towering over, the smell of his soap filling your nostrils and you can’t remember how to speak so you nod your head yes.
He smirks, hand moving to cup your chin, thumb rubbing across your bottom lip as he tilts your head further back. “Yeah? Use your words then, pretty girl. Can’t read your mind.”
You groan in annoyance because you know that he knows what you want and the teasing was merely for his entertainment. You can tell by the stupid smirk on his stupid, annoyingly attractive face.
“I-I went to see my doctor..”
He swallows hard, pulling you completely against his chest as his eyes fall to your lips. “Hmm, and what did they say?”
“Well.. it’s been six weeks and-” You clear your throat, face growing hot because why was he doing this to you? You wanted to scream. At him for being an ass and yourself for being a coward.
“And?” He’s moving his hand to grip the back of your neck, moving closer with a shit eating grin, before letting it travel further down, the tip of his fingers dragging across your skin and leaving goosebumps in its path. He played with the straps of your nightgown, waiting for you to answer. You sighed and arched against him.
“Please don’t play stupid.” You whisper, hands coming up to grip his shirt, looking at him with a frustrated glare as your cunt grows wetter by the second.
“I’m not-”
Fuck it! You stand on your toes and crash your lips against his and it takes him a few seconds before he’s pushing back against you, hands moving to grip your ass and pull you impossibly closer. His tongue is dancing with yours, your spit is mixing and you’re moaning like a needy whore before he’s even inside of you.
His hands are moving so gently against your body and you don’t need that right now. You need him to treat you the way he did the night he got you pregnant, to use your body to get both you and himself off him. To feel him stretching and pounding you again. It’s been too long and you were about to burst with need.
Your groan in frustration against his mouth, hand moving to grip his cock through his sweatpants and smirking when you find he’s already hard. He sucked in a sharp breath and took your tongue into his mouth, sucking until he’s satisfied, letting go and biting your bottom lip.
“Mmm, I think I know what you need."
“Then stop fucking teasing me and give it to me.”
He’s smacking your ass and pulling you back against him and your head is spinning with lust. “Ask nicely and maybe I will.”
You’re not above begging, not when it comes to the goliath of a man standing over you. You would gladly grovel and drop to your knees if it meant feeling him inside of you again. You rubbed your tits against him, relishing in the way he tightens his jaw and glares at you, squeezing your hips in warning.
“Pleaseee Ryo- need you to fuck me so bad. It’s been so long, please-”
Sukuna slams his lips back on yours because while you were weak for him, he was utterly ruined when it came to you. He was so hooked on you, imagining all the ways he’d fuck you since you left that hospital and really you didn’t have to beg because he knew from the moment he walked through the door and seen that slutty piece of fabric you called a night gown, he would be bending you over that couch and taking what was his.
He was just an asshole and loved to hear you beg for him, proof that you were just as obsessed with him as he was with you. That he wasn’t the only one feeling this gravitational pull between you two and he was tired of ignoring it.
Your gown was gone in a flash and his cock grew rock hard at the sight of you completely bare beneath it. He was so fucking whipped for you that it took all his strength not to drop to the floor and eat your pussy right there.
“Such a slutty girl. All of this for me, babe?” He spins you around and pulls you against his chest, grinding his cock into your ass and you’re moaning so beautifully that he can’t control himself. Can't wait.
“Bend over the couch for me, yeah?” He grips your ass and bites at your neck hard, using his tongue to soothe it over when you gasp in pain.
You nod and do as he says, your hands gripping the arm of the couch as you bend over and gasp as he stands behind you, not as close as you want but close enough to let his hand run down your ass, fingers moving between your legs until he was rubbing them down your wet cunt.
He groaned at the way your juices coated his finger and he was just a fucking a man, a weak one at that because he was dropping to his knees and wasting no time. Sukuna had never been so desperate in his life, it was almost embarrassing.
His face was between your legs and he was licking you from hole to clit, groaning in annoyance when he couldn’t quite reach where he wanted. He was moving his face back, hands grabbing your hips before he was spinning you again, ignoring your surprised gasp and throwing one of your legs over his shoulder.
“Perfect.” He stares at your cunt like a crazed man and you're throwing your head back as he sucks on your clit, using one hand to pull you tight against his face and the other to push two fingers inside of you.
“S’good, mmm s’sweet.”
He’s eating you like a mad man, like he was on death row and you were the last meal he’d requested. He moves his head in circles, his nose brushing against your cunt and he’s inhaling like your scent gives him life.
“Ryo! Oh my fucking god, w-whaaat- huuuuh- are you d-doing to me?” Electricity is buzzing in your veins and he’s eating you so, so good that you already feel like coming, grinding your hips against his face, growing more attracted at the sight of his tats.
He’s looking through your soul and his red eyes look like they’re glowing, like your juices were giving him strength and you swear you he’s smirking even if he’s too busy sucking your clit like his life depended on it.
“NGGHHHH, just like that! Don’t s-sstop!” Your stomach is twisting, your legs are shaking and you’re experiencing pure ecstasy, hands gripping and pulling his hair and he’s encouraging you with the hottest moans.
When he moves his tongue to your hole and slurps, you’re squirting all over his face and he’s laughing against you while you experience a soul crushing orgasm. He just closes his eyes and sucks your clit hard, helping you ride through your high, ignoring his own aching cock because nothing satisfies him more than getting you off.
When your leg drops from his shoulder, he licks around his lips and wipes his face as he stands and catches your limp body, pulling you against him as you breathed heavy in an attempt to catch your breath.
“Not done with you.”
You don’t protest when he carries you bridal style to his room and gently lies you on your bed. You don’t notice him stripping down to nothing, stroking his leaking cock as he walks to the bed and crawls over you, grabbing your legs and hooking them over his shoulders.
He’s groaning louder than he ever has as he slowly pushes into you, grabbing your chin and squeezing, telling you: “Open your fucking eyes baby, look at me. Please.” and you’re still not used to hearing Sukuna beg but he does and it’s only ever for you.
He’s only got the tip in, pressing his forehead to yours and being sure to keep his eyes on you with every slow stroke. He’s loving the way you squirm beneath him, telling him he’s too big but he knows you can take it because you were made for him, body sculpted by the gods to take his cock so fucking perfectly.
He smiles at you, genuinely, cock throbbing from the way your walls squeeze around him but for Sukuna this is more than sex. You were his life force and he would die if he couldn’t experience this every day for the rest of his pathetic life.
“S’pefect, all mine.” His hand is cupping your cheek and for the first time, he’s the one with hearts exploding behind his eyes.
With each slam of his hips he’s pushing your body up the bed, headboard slamming against the wall and the sound of the bed creaking mixing with the sound of your combined breathy moans was so filthy, so fucking hot that he couldn’t breathe properly.
This feeling was deeper than euphoric, the way you’re refusing to look away, arms coming to wrap around his neck and pull his lips to yours. He’s kissing you so sweetly and Sukuna’s never been this soft in his life but with you it feels so right, so natural.
Sukuna shaking as a foreign feeling fills his body and he recalls what Jin told him all those weeks ago. Just tell her and his tongue is tied because he’s never spoken those words to a woman before , so he’s pushing deeper into you, moving his hips in circles, dragging his cock in and out, your gummy walls pulsing around him.
He wasn’t good at feelings but he was good at fucking.
He places his head between your neck and shoulder, littering your burning skin with kisses, trying his best to show you what he can’t tell you because he was a coward. The way your hands are dragging down his back, nails digging into his skin, has him feral. He’s pounding into you faster, moving his hands above your head to grip the sheets and lifting his body so he can watch you come undone.
“Taking me so well, sweets, tight pussy is basically choking me. You miss me that bad?” He’s being cocky again and you obviously love it with the way your eyes shine, tears spilling out the corners as you moan like a pornstar and throw your head back.
Sukuna’s hands are shaking and he’s fucking into you harder, watching your tits bounce and his chest growing tight at how beautiful you are. He should be focusing on reaching his high but he’s too busy noticing things about you. Like the small freckles on your neck, so light you’d have to be staring hard to see it. The way you always bite your lip when you’re close or how you have a birth mark right beneath your left ear.
He’s so incredibly fucked, and he loves it- he loves-
“I love you. I love you so fucking much.” It spills out before he can stop it and his heart is thumping, thumping, thumping.
Your eyes are wide, moans growing soft as you stare at him in disbelief and Sukuna is so scared that you don’t feel the same but he also doesn’t care because he finally said it. Admitting it to himself and you and it felt so good. You felt so good.
Your hand moves to his hair and you pull him back to you, his hips stutter as his orgasm approaches and your lips are brushing his, eyes locked on him as the world revolves around only you two. Spinning just for this moment to take place.
“I love you too, Ryomen.”
And he’s blinking back tears before kissing you again, squeezing your ass as he reaches his peak and he’s spilling into you at the same time as you clench around him. You're both moaning into each other's mouth, not kissing but breathing each other's air. His cum is leaking out of you and dripping onto the sheets, his hips slowing down as he pushes the last of his load into you. And then you're both kissing again and Sukuna knows everything is going to change after this night because he has never, never loved anyone the way that he loves you.
And there was no way he’d go back to being just co-parents. He was going to buy a ring tomorrow and he was going to marry you because you were his and fuck, he was yours.
note: phew 😅 ch. 5 is finally here and fratkuna has entered his lover boy era! I hope this was worth the wait because I was sweating trying to finish this lmfaoo
frat!sukuna, who first insisted that your relationship was strictly sex, nothing more—with some flimsy excuse about how he doesn’t have the time for a relationship, doesn’t have the time to commit to something that serious, and about how a relationship would only drag him down.
so he does what any good friend situationship?would do—he shows up to your place, fucks you until you can’t remember your own name, and leaves before something in his chest convinces him to stay.
frat!sukuna, who has to have you facing him to cum, something about just looking at your face contort in pleasure while you take him in, the way tears rim your eyes while he thrusts into you languidly—he simply can’t bring himself to cum if he isn’t look at you and your pretty face drunk on his cock.
frat!sukuna, who tries to walk out of your apartment the second he’s done with you, but he just can’t bring himself to do it. so he lingers, hovers around your sleeping form until you finally drag him back under your sheets, calling him ridiculous while he presses soft kisses to the back of your neck.
frat!sukuna, who has your drink order memorised to perfection, always leaving your sugary concoction of a drink on your desk before each class begins with a scrawled on note that says ‘don’t get any ideas.’
frat!sukuna, who never denies anything when his frat brothers start calling you his girlfriend—it’s too much work to correct them, he says, but you don’t miss the way his cheeks tinge the same shade as his hair every single time one of them pats him on the back and calls you his girl.
frat!sukuna, who always has to have you close to him, with his arm slug around your shoulders or wrapped around your waist when he’s near you.
“it’s to make sure you don’t run away.”
“now, why would i do that?”
frat!sukuna, who almost decks toji in the face when he sees him flirting with you, his split lip curled into a girl while you laughed at his stupid jokes and for one second, sukuna’s afraid he’s going to lose this, that he’s going to lose you.
frat!sukuna, who starts tiptoeing around the idea of a relationship, insisting he takes you on dates—taking you out to fancy restaurants and late night bike rides when he knows exam stress starts to take over your brain. he’s spent enough time around you to know everything there is to know, but what sukuna doesn’t know is how to handle a relationship.
frat!sukuna, who’s been treating you like his girlfriend since the start, never skipping aftercare, always being there at your every beck and call—and avoiding every girl that had eyes for him like the plague since he met you.
“good god, did she neuter you, kuna?” toji slurred between drinks while sukuna tried to dodge the sorority girls coming his way.
“shut up.”
frat!sukuna, who’s softer during sex now, worshipping your body endlessly, covering you in soft kisses and bites marks before he eats you out like a man starved.
frat!sukuna, who’s basically a guard dog around you, glaring at everyone who so much as shows even mild interest in you, clinging to you like a needy puppy every second of the day that he possibly can.
frat!sukuna, who has words stuck in his throat every single time he tries to ask you out, always stuttering out nonsense he didn’t mean to say because, what if you turn him down? and what if there’s someone better?
frat!sukuna, who gets you a massive bouquet of your favourite flowers, showing up to your apartment in the dead of night, flowers scrunched in his hand, his chest heaving when he finally asks you out.
frat!sukuna, who tries to hide his flustered face when you finally say yes, spinning you around in his arms while he kisses the top of your head—because after all the mental gymnastics he’s done to have you in his arms, he finally gets to call you his girl.
hide the razor 𓇼 toji x fem!reader fluff fic ꫂ᭪݁ toji has stubble on his face and you love it
you were laying in bed, wrapped in fluffy blankets and waiting for toji to come to bed with you.
he popped his head out of the master bathroom, giving you a sweet smile. he had a towel around his neck, only wearing his boxers. he set the towel on the counter in the restroom before walking over to you.
he immediately laid himself on top of you and started play fighting with you. he grabbed your wrists and held you down, counting from ten to one like they do in wrestling. he let your wrists go once he got to one, cupping your cheeks instead.
he pressed a big kiss on your lips. you could feel him smile, but thats not all you felt.
you felt something scratch your chin.
you pulled away from him, looking at his cheeks with shock.
toji had stubble.
he never let his stubble grow out for some reason. you never knew why, but you had never seen it.
you looked at him with shock.
"what?" he asked with confusion.
you cupped his cheeks, staring at the stubble as if it was some kind of phenomenon.
it kind of was.
you brushed your thumb over the prickly hair, staring at the handsome man hovering over you.
toji realized what you were looking at and pulled away from your touch. he reached his hand up to touch the prickle of his cheeks.
"oh, i haven't shaved yet, been feeling lazy. i shave it tomo-"
"don't shave it!" you cut him off immediately. you shook your head and cupped his cheeks again.
"don't shave it." you repeated again.
"why?" he asked, touching the hairs on his cheek. he never expected you to react like this over something so small like stubble.
"just don't. if you do, im never kissing you again."
toji nearly gasped. he squeezed your cheeks together and leaned in close. "you wouldn't."
you tried to smile but he was squeezing your cheeks too hard. you just hummed and pulled him in for another kiss.
he tilted his head just enough so his chin could rub against yours, making you squeal when the stubble scratched your chin. he laughed against your mouth, not believing you could get so flustered over prickles of hair.
this been in the drafts since april 23... goodness
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⭑.ᐟ a lazy bath with megumi fushiguro ༉‧₊˚.
⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗ fluff, fem!reader, husband!megumi
୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ wc. 790
A long sigh drew from you lips as you plopped down onto the couch of you and your husband's shared apartment.
MEGUMI FUSHIGURO, who was approaching from the dark hallway, spoke to you in the same calm tone you'd grown accustomed to over your relationship, "Hey, love. How was work?"
You tilted your head back on the couch, watching him step up behind you and look down to you, a gentle hand pushing hair away from your tired face. "Worse than usual. I'm exhausted."
"I can tell." He hummed, leaning down and pressing kiss to your forehead, sending a small smile to your mouth. "You've been looking more stressed recently."
Your brows furrowed slightly, smile turning to a frown. "Is it that obvious?" You grumbled.
"No, but you're my wife. I can tell."
You sighed once again, closing your eyes while listening to the soft pads of Megumi coming infront of the couch. Just as soon as the stepping paused, you felt his well-built arms snake around your back and beneath your knees, scooping you up.
You didn't speak, just kept your eyes shut and let your head loll back against his forearm until he sat you down on a counter.
The bathroom counter.
Turns out, while you were on your way home from work, Megumi took the time to set up the bathroom for you to relax. Main lights shut off with the only illumination coming from a few sweet smelling candles, a warm bath with a reasonable amount of bubbles, hell, even a bathtub tray with your products and your favorite drink.
It all felt like too much in your head, but it didn't change the soft smile on your face or the pleasant clench in your heart.
"Oh, Gumi... you didn't have too." You murmured, voice quiet and touched.
Megumi pressed a light kiss to your temple, a hand resting on your hip and tracing small circles. "Just get in already."
He helped you undress, hands gliding lightly over your skin and guiding you down into in the bath, its warmth wrapping around your skin.
"Baby," You spoke softly, head resting back against the edge of the tub, "come in."
Megumi paused amidst rolling up his sleeves. He wanted to treat you with a bath, help you relax, never intending to relax himself.
"Are you sure?" He asked quietly.
You hummed with a nod, lifting yourself to sit up as you carefully pushed the tray to the end of the tub. At the same time, he removed his clothing, letting it fall into a small heap on the floor.
Instinctively, you shifted forward, the water sloshing gently as you created enough space to allow Megumi to climb in behind you, his arms coming around your waist as he settled. You melted into his chest, face just barely tucked under his jaw.
The bathroom fell into a calm, intimate quiet, the candlelight flickering every once in a while, Megumi's hands running over your skin, washing and massaging. He didn't talk–never did much–, just let you rest, relax into the warmth of his body.
"Gumi?" You eventually murmured softly, eyes beginning to feel heavy as his hands rubbed light circles on the flesh of your thighs beneath the water. He hummed faintly.
"Thank you..." You shifted slightly against him, letting your eyes close as you pressed your face in his neck.
Megumi looked down to you, watching a soft candle glow trace your hair and shoulder. A small smile tugged at his lips while another tug appeared in his heart. Never once had you failed to make him like a stupid softie, even from the moment you'd met–only now, he married himself into it daily.
Not that it bothered him anymore.
"Of course." He whispered, lightly kissing your head. "Take more breaks. You'll exhaust yourself if not." He smoothed a hand over your hair, petting as he held you close.
"...I'll try." You mumbled.
"Good." He took note your sleepy tone, how your body felt a little heavier as tension left you. He suggested a gentle "Let's go to sleep, yeah?"
"Mm, yeah..."
Megumi stood slowly, holding you up with him and stepping out the tub. He took a towel, reverently patting your skin dry and wrapping you with a robe, and for himself only bathing to put a towel around his waist.
He picked you up again, carrying you back to your shared bedroom and laying you onto the bed, then leaving to clean up the bathroom.
When he returned–having hardly been gone for five minutes–, he immediately laid beside you, pulling your limp body against his.
"'Night Gumi..." you murmured, barely consciousness anymore.
"Goodnight, my love." Megumi whispered.
"Also, you're taking the weekend off."
dividers by :: @/cursed-carmine ,
a/n. sorry I haven't posted in almost three weeks I had finals and my anxiety has been getting really bad recently but wtv ig hope you enjoyed
also not proofread cuz im tired and lazy as shit
" is this good for you?.. " his voice whispered in your ear, heavy breath brushing against your sideburns. your fingernails, freshly manicured, dug into his shoulders and created small crescents in the ridges and muscles of his shoulder blades. they'd drag along his deltoids to his ribs, the scratches prominent but not deep enough to scar.
everything 𝓶egumi did turned you on, much to your reluctance to say to his face, and likewise for him. it was only a matter of time before he got you like this — all bent up with your legs wrapped around his waist, clinging to him like his dick was the only lifeline you had. the sweat on both your skin in this humid, sex-induced room acted as an adhesive, hooking you to him even more.
something he had noticed over the last few times he'd be intimate with you in such way, you were rather quiet. moans and mewls barely above a whisper. it bothered him in a way — because he was louder than you. it was embarrassing, grunting and breathily moaning in your ear while you barely reciprocated.
well, that was a lie. you did reciprocate. just not verbally.
every groan, every grunt, every hiss, every curse under his breath, every moan got a reaction out of you. your legs would relax, spread wider, letting him in deeper. completely abandoning your shy exterior, molding you into something more sensitive and easier to overload. he saw that in your eyes, better now that his hair was pushed out of his face. " so it is. t-that's — hah — good... "
he swallowed, his adams apple bobbing that was already luster with sweat. " i was worried that —" he paused, pushing deep enough inside you to elicit a moan from both of your lips. " that you weren't e-enjoying this. "
deep down, you felt so dirty for liking how he sounded. stomach churning with guilt and lust, but you couldn't help yourself. in truth, you'd rather him not return to his past ways — holding back his noise and swallowing every sound that would make him feel vulnerable. then again, you hadn't dwelled on it too much because the action of his dick sliding in and out of your warm walls made the churning go away.
" are you close? " he asked in a soft moan, the springs of the mattress creaking underneath you both. " fuck, i really wanna cum with you... would you want that? " he felt your walls clamp around him, fluttering, effectively slowing him down and gripping him tight — essentially forcing him to a point of orgasm. " y-yes you do... you want that bad, huh? "
his words were dirty, but the underlying tone of hesitance in them made you squirt with a squeal into his shoulder, spraying all over his lower abdomen and your inner thighs. he didn't think you could restrain his dick any harder, making it more sensitive than it already was. it was more than enough for him to cum with a loud moan in your shoulder — the loudest you've heard him.
he wallowed in his own fluster for a while, but as long as you felt good.
Toji Zen'in, who doesn't get down on one knee or has a ring hidden in his pocket waiting for the perfect moment.
Instead, he's lying on your bed with you, the sheets still tangled around your legs, his calloused fingers tracing lazy patterns on your hip- gentler now than the bruising grip they'd held just moments ago.
Toji Zen'in, who's never planned a damn thing in his life, living by pure instinct and impulse. Whose love language is leaving bruised fingerprints on your skin and possessive bite marks. The same man who makes decisions in the spaces between heartbeats.
When he pulls you back against his chest you feel his chin rest atop your head. His breathing deep and even.
“Marry me.”
Toji Zen'in, whose “marry me” isn’t a question at all- just say two quiet, unguarded words slipping from his lips, like a confession he’s carried for far too long. The words falling so softly you almost miss them.
You turn in his embrace so that you can face him, the sheet sliding off your shoulder, and what you see makes your breath catch. He isn't smiling when your eyes meet- his expression stripped bare of its usual sharp edges and smirk.
Toji Zen'in, whose eyes tell stories of a man who's never had anything permanent, never wanted anything to last.
Until you.
Who traces your cheek with calloused fingers like you're something precious, something that could slip away if he doesn't hold on tight enough.
Toji Zen'in doesn't smile nor whoops in triumph or pull you into a passionate kiss. He simply pulls you closer to him after you whisper "yes," tucking you under his chin where you've always fit perfectly.
Whose heartbeat is steady against your cheek- the rhythm of home, of belonging, of a man who has finally found his harbor after a lifetime at sea. No grand gestures needed, no flowery declarations.
This is all Toji Zen'in needed- his arms around you, his breath in your hair, and the absolute certainty that he has finally found something worth keeping... Worth staying with forever.
the first time you heard megumi laugh was when the divine dogs, once summoned per your request, ran over straight to you. you were in his dorm when the sudden topic of shikigami came up. you only got to see them while on missions and rarely get to touch them before they’re launching at curses.
so, you obviously took the chance to try to pet the divine dogs. after a faux-irritated look at megumi and something muttered underneath his breath, megumi finally summoned the two large dogs. before you could let out an awe, they ran straight towards you. a huge ball of fluff weighted onto your chest, making you fall back onto the floor.
megumi made a sound of surprise as the white dog lied on your chest, the black one settling his head in your lap. “oh my—megs! why is he so heavy?! oh—” he would’ve took you seriously if it hadn’t been the laughter cutting off your words.
if only you could see past the white fluffy fur, you’d be able to see the growing smile on his normally stoic face. the sight made his chest warm with love as the divine dogs licked your face, making you sputter out nonsense about asking him to save you. you kept on trying to wipe your face, trying to stop the dog from destroying your makeup. it was then when you heard soft laughter from the man in front of you.
you finally managed to push the divine dogs off of you and shot up, watching as megumi tried to cover his laughter with his hands. it wasn’t a loud laughter like itadori or kugisaki. it was softer and genuine, like it was something just for you. even better, he had one of those smiles that made your cheeks flush.
when the laughter finally faded away and the divine dogs surrendered, backing away from you, he froze. looked at you staring at him intensely. and his face turned bright red, quickly turning away from you while trying to cover his face with the hoodie he had on.
“i saw you laugh!”
“i did not.”
but he was still smiling when he thought you looked away.
Your fingers dance over the large, pale ‘X’ that stretches across Suguru’s chest. He glances at you, watching the way you carefully trace your fingers over the surface of the scar, worried you may hurt him.
“I’m not made of glass, you know,” he chuckles, large hand coming to rest on the back of your head as if to cradle it as you stare at his scar in what he hopes to be awe. You roll your eyes, moving to press your lips against his scar.
Suguru’s breath hitches; his eyes stay focused on your lips as they slowly pull away from his chest. Your thumb moves to caress the healed tissue while you tilt your head to look up at him, “You’re so brave, y’know that?”
Your words ring in his ears. Brave.
“You’re delusional.” He quips back, a smirk creeping onto his face to hide the subtle shame bubbling beneath his skin.
“I’m serious,” you continue, “You’ve been through so much, Sugu, you’re the bravest person I know.” Suguru rolls his eyes, ignoring the way his lip trembles as he replies, “Yeah, yeah, just go to sleep.”
You nuzzle closer into his side, “You were a child up against a grown man, Sugu. No one blames you.” You said it so casually, as if it were a known fact, but to Suguru? It was as if he were hearing those words for the first time.
“I know that.”
“Do you?” You lifted your head, raising a brow at him. He pushed your face away with a sigh, “Just go back to what you were doing. It felt nice.”
You hummed, thumb soothing over his scar once more. “It kind of makes you look hot — hotter, I mean, like a warrior or something.” You mumbled, eyes already fluttering shut.
Suguru hummed, “Yeah?” hand moving to soothe over your back as he lulled you to sleep.
You replied sleepily, “Yeah. It reminds me to be thankful for you — I mean, I always am — but thankful that you survived the that day and all the days after.”
The room eventually fell silent, aside from your rhythmic breathing as sleep claimed you. His hand stilled on your back as stared at the top of your head, feeling your chest rise and fall with every breath.
Thankful.
You were thankful for him.
For years, Suguru had seen that scar as a tarnish, it had been an ugly reminder of how weak he had been — how he had failed her.
But you looked at it from a different perspective.
You saw it as him overcoming everything that had been thrown at him. You didn't see that weak version of himself he sees, no, you saw someone who was brave enough to continue on even after what he went through.
His hand brushed absentmindedly over the scar. He pressed his lips to your hairline and muttered, “You’re unbelievable,” and a smile etched it's way onto his face.
You were still curled up next to him, shifting in your sleep. Suguru pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.
And for the first time in what felt like years, Suguru felt the weight of his grief lessen.
it's no surprise that sukuna does not shave. i mean have you seen him? there's just no way a man like him would waste time doing something so meaningless. especially because he knows how much you like it.
everytime it always happens the same way — you're laying in bed with your husband, your head on his chest — the closest you will come to him cuddling while you're still awake.
you're casually tracing shapes on his arms, chest wherever you can reach comfortably — he would never admit it but the feeling of your fingers caressing him so softly makes his usual tense body relax.
"are you done petting me like a dog?" there's no real bite to his voice — quite the opposite — he sounds like he's almost purring but trying to show he doesn't actually enjoy it.
you just hum, ignoring him, letting your hand trail down his chest, stopping to touch his chiseled abs, appreciating the view. your eyes trace down lazily, taking in the v-line dipping into his boxers.
but your eyes get stuck on something else — the thick pinkish hair going from his bellybutton all the way down to his waistband, dissappearing under the material. lowering your hand to touch the hair with your pointer finger, you start playing with the hair, moving up and down — even pushing down his boxers a bit to have better access.
"i love your hair. it's like a map leading to your dick." the way you say it so casually has sukuna almost choke on his breath — which doesn't happen often. he looks away from your face to look at the hand touching him, the sight making his cock twitch in his underwear.
"i'm trying to sleep woman, stop talking about my cock." the bulge forming between his legs is almost ironic. ignoring his weak protest, you lower yourself until your face to face with his happy trail. when you give the hair a small kiss he visibly tenses, a grunt escaping his mouth.
you don't stop at one peck — your lips moving from the top down until you reach the waistband of his boxers. "so pretty." you sigh against his trail — and sukuna? he has no idea how to react — he's not used to women swooning over a patch of hair on his stomach.
ignoring the obvious boner, you continue kissing and licking, making him groan — his dick aching, begging to be touched. "want to see where the trail ends?" his voice is rough, hands moving to push your head down.
he doesn't need to tell you twice, your hands already moving to push down the clothing covering him — ready to discover where the road leads to.
the kitchen smells like garlic, butter, and whatever expensive seasoning satoru bought last week because apparently “regular salt is boring.”
you’re standing at the stove stirring dinner while quietly regretting ever teaching your husband how to cook.
not because he’s bad at it, unfortunately, he’s annoyingly good.
but because now he treats the kitchen like his personal playground whenever you’re inside it.
“whatcha makin’?” satoru asks for the fourth time in ten minutes.
you don’t even turn around. “food.”
“woaah,” he gasps dramatically behind you. “really?”
you sigh.
already, you can feel him hovering nearby.
he never just stands normally either. no. he leans against counters dramatically, stretches himself over your shoulder unnecessarily, or wraps himself around you like an oversized cat who thinks personal space is offensive.
today seems to be one of those days.
before you can react, long arms slide around your waist from behind, pulling you flush against his chest.
“satoru,” you warn immediately.
“what?” he hums innocently against your shoulder.
“i’m cooking.”
“and?”
“and you’re attached to me.”
“exactly.”
you close your eyes briefly. this man.
“go sit down.”
“don’t wanna.”
of course he doesn’t.
he rests his chin on your shoulder now, white hair tickling your cheek while he watches the pan like he’s genuinely interested in what you’re doing.
“…yer stirring too aggressively.”
you stop mid-motion, then slowly turn your head toward him.
“i’m sorry?”
“mhm,” he nods seriously. “the vegetables are scared.”
you stare at him flatly, he grins immediately.
there it is.
that stupid grin that says he knows exactly how annoying he’s being.
“you’re unbearable,” you mutter, turning back toward the stove.
“but ya love me.”
and you can’t even argue against it. because you do, way too much honestly.
you try focusing again, ignoring the way his fingers lazily tap against your stomach while he sways both of you side to side slightly.
for exactly twelve seconds.
then,
“baby.”
you sigh. “what.”
“kiss.”
“i’m cooking.”
“multitask.”
you snort despite yourself. instantly, he notices.
“there’s the laugh i wanted,” he says proudly.
you roll your eyes. “you’re acting like a child.”
“yeah, but i’m your child.”
“that is absolutely not romantic.”
“worked though.”
before you can respond, he suddenly steals the spoon from your hand.
“satoru-”
he takes a dramatic taste directly from it, humming thoughtfully like he’s judging a five-star restaurant.
“…needs more love.”
you blink.
“love?”
“mhm.”
“that’s not an ingredient.”
“sure it is.” he points the spoon toward you accusingly. “yer cooking while annoyed at me. the food can tell.”
you laugh again, quieter this time.
he’s impossible.
and somehow fully aware that making you laugh is exactly how he gets away with everything.
he beams the second he hears it, immediately tightening his arms around you.
“there it is.”
“you’re insane.”
“and yet ya married me anyway.”
fair.
you shake your head, reaching for the spoon again, but instead of giving it back immediately, he lifts it higher out of reach.
“satoru.”
“say please.”
you narrow your eyes. “i’m going to hit you with this pan.”
“violent. scary. terrifying even.”
“…satoru.”
he grins, then finally hands it back only to immediately steal a kiss from your cheek while you’re distracted.
you let out an annoyed sound, but he just laughs softly against your skin.
“worth it.”
you swear he gets clingier the longer you’re married. not less.
because now he follows you everywhere around the apartment like he physically cannot handle being more than three feet away from you.
and the worst part?
you’re used to it now.
used to the random kisses, the constant touching and the dramatic whining whenever you don’t give him attention immediately.
“baby,” he says again suddenly.
you point the spoon toward him threateningly. “if you ask for another kiss while i’m holding hot oil, i’m divorcing you.”
he gasps loudly.
“wow. so this is what our marriage has become?”
“you caused this.”
“false,” he says immediately. “i’m adorable.”
you finally turn toward him fully, raising a brow.
“…adorable.”
“mhm.”
“…not annoying?”
“both can exist.”
you hate that he’s right.
satoru notices your expression immediately and lights up like he’s won something.
“you think i’m cute.”
“i think you should leave my kitchen.”
instead of listening, he pulls you closer again, large hands settling against your hips this time.
then, without warning-
he buries his face into your neck dramatically.
“missed you today,” he mumbles.
your expression softens instantly.
ah.
there it is, underneath all the teasing, he just wanted attention.
you sigh quietly, setting the spoon down before reaching up to run your fingers through his hair.
immediately, he melts against you, completely.
“you saw me this morning,” you murmur.
“too long ago.”
“…you’re needy.”
“only for you.”
his voice is quieter now, warmer.
and suddenly the teasing husband act slips just enough for you to see the softer part underneath it.
the real part.
you smile despite yourself, scratching lightly against his scalp.
“okay,” you whisper. “you can stay.”
he lifts his head immediately, grinning like he just won the lottery.
“sick. what’re we making?”
a/n : first time writing for gojo 👀👀 yall is this mic on 👀👀. tysm for reading and other than that theres nothing more to add !!
You'd always heard horror stories of friends staying the night at each other's houses and not knowing how to work their showers. You'd also considered yourself smarter than the average cookie because that has never happened to you. Most showers seem self explanatory.
And then, you stay the night at your boyfriend's for the first time and take a look at his stupidly expensive shower.
You eye the four knobs that control temperature and the dozen jets, two waterfalls (one higher, one lower (what is the lower one for?)), the removable showerhead and what you're assuming is the rainfall head. The symbols on the knobs may as well be hieroglyphics, giving next to no insight on how to turn this mother fucker on without being soaked immediately by the jets.
You don't even try. You wrap yourself in a towel and walk back into the adjoining bedroom, shaking your head with your eyebrows raised.
"Satoru, what the fuck is that?" you ask, motioning behind you to the bathroom.
"A shower..?" he says, looking up from his phone. His eyebrows furrow in his own confusion.
"Yes," you reply through grit teeth. "How do I turn it on?"
"Oh!" He jumps up from his bed and crosses the room to you, placing a hand on your hip and a kiss to your lips as he leads you back into the bathroom. "Why didn't you just say that, love? I'm more than willing to show you."
Satoru opens the glass door and steps in the shower, dragging you along with him. He points at the individual knobs and explains each of the symbols, explaining which is best for which occasion - the misters for when you're hot, rainfall for normal showers, waterfall for when you want to feel like you're lost in the jungle and it's been a week and you're losing hope of being found, etc.
You're giggling by the time he finishes his spiel and he's got his own 1000 kilowatt smile plastered on his face and turned on you.
"So what'll it be tonight?" he asks, clapping his hands together. "The waterfall is a personal favorite."
"A normal shower, please."
"Can do, baby." He kisses your cheek and sets the shower to your preferred setting. "The temperature control turns the water on," he says, stepping out of the shower.
Your towel drops to the floor just as he's exiting, the sound making his head crane back around to catch a glimpse of your ass before you step into the fog of the shower.
"You know, on second thought," he says, grabbing your attention as his shirt joins your towel. "Maybe we should shower together. Just in case you have questions."
★ . . “don’t leave me.” mid-makeout with ex husband!nanami.
you sink down onto him slow, thighs trembling as his thick cock stretches you open inch by inch.
nanami’s hands grip your hips hard enough to leave marks, breath ragged against your mouth while you settle fully in his lap. the bedroom is dim, just the low lamp casting gold across his bare chest and the way sweat already beads at his collarbone.
he kisses you like he’s starving, tongue sliding deep, tasting every soft sound you make. your fingers thread through his blond hair, tugging lightly as you start to roll your hips, riding him with that slow grind that makes his thighs tense beneath you. wet sounds fill the room each time you lift and drop, slick coating his length and dripping down to his balls.
“fuck,” he murmurs into your lips, voice hoarse and wrecked.
one hand slides up your back, pressing you closer until your breasts crush against him. his other hand stays on your ass, guiding you, helping you bounce a little faster. every drag of his cock inside you hits that spot that makes your toes curl.
you lean in to kiss him deeper, tongues tangled, breaths shared hot and messy. his hips buck up to meet you, driving himself even deeper. that’s when he breaks the kiss just enough to pant against your mouth, forehead pressed to yours, eyes half-lidded and desperate.
“don’t leave me again,” he whispers, the words raw and trembling right there in the middle of it all. his voice cracks just a little on the last syllable, like the thought alone hurts. he pulls you back into the kiss before you can answer, hungrier now, teeth grazing your bottom lip as he thrusts up harder.
you ride him through it, clenching around his cock with every rise and fall, skin slapping softly together. his hands roam like he can’t get enough of you, palms mapping your waist, your ribs, the curve of your spine. he groans low when you grind down and circle your hips, milking him just right.
“need you here,” he breathes between kisses, “right here with me.” his thrusts grow erratic, chasing that edge while you keep riding him steady, lost in the heat of his body and the way he holds onto you like you’re the only thing keeping him grounded.
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