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[cumchiato]

୨୧ — “Hey.” Valko's voice is rough, scratchy, but he's trying for lightness, “You still in there, sweetheart? Or did I fuck you into another dimension?”

“Mmm.”

It's the only response you can manage. Your brain is still offline, your thoughts scattered like leaves in a storm. You feel boneless, liquid, like someone has scooped out your insides and replaced them with warm honey.

“M’good,” you finally manage, the words slurring together, “‘M’really... really good.”

A soft huff escapes him- almost a laugh, edged with disbelief. Valko's palm cups your cheek, thumb brushing a tear track, smearing salt and sweat- and then he really looks at you.

His golden eyes travel slowly down your body.

The bruises blooming on your hips. The red marks circling your wrists. Your cum smeared thighs, your puffy, fucked out hole still weeping his seed onto the already ruined sheets, cunt gaped and swollen from his knot. Body absolutely limp against the mattress, trembling faintly with aftershocks…

The playful smile on his face... falters.

“I…” He swallows hard. His hand hovers over the finger shaped bruises on your hip, not quite touching, like he's afraid to cause more damage. “...I lost control again.”

“S’okay-”

Look at her. Wrecked. Because of me. Because I couldn't- …She's pregnant, the thought slices through him. She's carrying your pups and you still couldn't- you still-

“Valko.” Your hand finds his jaw, weak and trembling but there, “M’okay. Promise.”

He doesn't look convinced, “I should've been more careful. You're-” His gaze drops to your belly, the swell of it unmistakable now. “-you're pregnant. With twins. And I just-”

“Fucked me exactly how I wanted?” You manage a tired smile, “Yeah. Terrible. How dare you.”

A laugh escapes him, “Brat.” 

“Hmm~ But I’m your brat.”

His thumb traces your cheekbone, impossibly gentle, “In my defense, you make it really hard to hold back when you beg like that.”

You try to swat at him, but your arm just... flops. Pathetically.

He grins, “Cute.”

"Sh'up."

“Make me.” He leans down, pressing a feather light kiss to your sweaty forehead, “Actually, don't. You can barely move. It wouldn't be a fair fight.” Another kiss, this one to the tip of your nose. “Don't move a muscle, not one. Doctor Valko’s orders.”

“You're not- not a doctor-”

“Hmph, well i’m your personal one tonight.”

He vanishes into the bathroom -click of the light, hiss of running water- before returning with a warm washcloth draped over his shoulder and a glass of water in hand.

“Drink first.” He tips the glass to your lips, patient, waiting while you take small sips.The first swipe of the warm cloth across your cheek is heaven. He works with focused gentleness that steals your absolute breath away- wiping the mascara threatening to stain your cheeks, the pearly streaks from your belly, the slick mess from your inner thighs. 

But his movements are almost too careful now. Like you're made of glass. Like he's terrified of breaking you further.

The cloth moves higher, and his expression shifts again- guilt flickering through the warmth as he reaches your collar. The bite mark there has dried, crusted with blood, the perfect imprint of his teeth purpling against your skin.

“Shit.” He winces, dabbing carefully at the wound. “I really did a number on you here, huh?”

“I liked it, felt good~” you mumble.

“Yeah?” A hint of that playful smirk returns. “Liked getting marked up by your big bad wolf?”

Then his gaze falls on something in the corner of the bed, “Oh, perfect.” a silly gift he'd given you months ago that had somehow become a permanent fixture in your shared space. The little stuffed wolf has button eyes and an embroidered smile, and it's quite possibly the most ridiculous thing he's ever purchased.

He loves it. (He loves that you love it.)

“Look who's here,” he says, voice warm and playful as he makes the stuffed wolf bob and weave in front of your nose. “Mr. Wolfie was very concerned. He heard all that screaming and thought something terrible was happening.”

You snort weakly.

Valko pitches his voice higher, making the plush nod sagely. “‘Are you okay?' Mr. Wolfie asks. ‘That big mean wolf wasn't too rough, was he? Should I bite him?’”

“Oh my god-”

“‘I'll protect you,’” Valko continues, completely shameless, pressing the little grey snout against your cheek in a playful kiss, “‘I'm very brave. Very fierce. Grr.’”

The childish gesture is so at odds with the man who just fucked you senseless- who'd knotted you so deep you'd sobbed- that you can't help but giggle. “Valkooo,” you finally manage, pinching his nose weakly, “I'm okay.”

Then you look up at him, one hand drifting to rest on your belly, “We're all okay. All three of us. I promise.”

His ears perk up at that- both standing tall and alert, swiveling toward you like satellite dishes catching the most important signal in the world. Something in his expression cracks open, the playfulness still there (never fully gone, with him) but bleeding into something rawer underneath. Something that looks like home.

He stretches out beside you, gathering your tired body against his chest and tucking Mr. Wolfie securely in your arms. His face nuzzling into your hair, breathing you in like you're the only air worth having.

“All three of you,” he repeats softly. His palm spreads warm over the swell of your belly, right where his pups are growing. “My little pack”

His lips brush your forehead as his tail wraps around your legs and hips like a living blanket, soft fur warming every inch it touches.

“My pups,” he whispers, quiet and wondering, thumb tracing slow circles over your bump. “My beautiful wife. All mine.”

His chin comes to rest atop your head. The tail curls tighter, cocooning you in red softness,

Safe. Loved. His.

When sleep finally pulls you under, it's to the steady thrum of his heartbeat and the soft rumble of some half remembered lullaby hummed against your hair.

[cumchiato]

୨୧ — Valko was sprawled on his stomach, one arm dangling off the edge of the bed, hair an absolute disaster, ears twitching occasionally at sounds only he could hear. His tail had escaped the covers sometime in the night and lay flopped over your legs like a furry anchor.

It wagged once. Twice. Even in sleep, some part of him always knew you were there.

You'd been awake for an hour already- crept out at an ungodly time to execute your master plan, then slipped back in to wait. The apartment smelled like vanilla and sugar and slightly burnt frosting (you'd scraped off the evidence), and the living room was housing a mountain of wrapped presents you'd been secretly hoarding for weeks.

His nose twitched.

There it is.

You watched his brow furrow, still mostly asleep, processing the unusual scent data. His tail started wagging faster. Then his ears perked up- one, then the other, swiveling toward the bedroom door like little radar dishes.

“Mmrph” A grumble. His arm reached out blindly, patting the mattress until he found your thigh and latched on,  “Why's it smell like... cake?”

“Good morning to you too.”

One golden eye cracked open. Then the other. He squinted at you suspiciously, clearly not trusting his own senses this early, “‘S not my birthday.”

“It literally is.”

He buried his face back into the pillow, “Birthdays are for people who age. I refuse. I'm eternal.”

You snorted and scratched behind one ear. His whole body went boneless, a low rumble building in his chest.

Cheater, he thought hazily. Using the ears against me. 

“Made you a cake,” you said in the sweetest fucking voice. 

His head lifted. Both ears now at full attention, pointed directly at you with laser focus.

“…What kind?”

“Chocolate. Three layers. Homemade buttercream… There may also be irresponsible amounts of presents. That leather jacket you've been staring at for six months? Those limited edition headphones that sold out in three minutes?" You grinned. "Oh, and I contacted that artist you like for a custom commission- it won't be ready for weeks so you're getting an IOU with a badly drawn wolf on it. Don't judge my art skills."

His tail was going insane now- hard enough to shake the bed. But his face was doing that thing where he tried to look cool and unaffected and was failing spectacularly.

She remembered, he thought, something warm and overwhelming expanding in his chest. Every stupid little thing I mentioned once. She was listening. She planned this. For me.

You didn't get to finish the sentence.

Valko moved fast and suddenly you were pinned beneath him, his weight pressing you into the mattress, his face inches from yours.

“You,” he said roughly, “are so annoying.”

“Rude. I made you cake-“

“The most annoying person I've ever met.” He kissed your forehead. “Insufferable even.” Your nose. “Absolutely unbearable.” The corner of your mouth. 

You cupped his face in both hands.

“Happy birthday, my little wolfie.”

He made a small, undignified sound. His tail drooped. His ears flattened.

And then he buried his face in your neck, arms wrapping around you tight enough to squeeze the air from your lungs, and just... stayed there. Breathing you in.

You held him tighter, scratching at the base of his ears as his whole body melted against yours.

His tail started wagging again- slower, softer.

Best day, he thought. Best person. Gonna marry her. 

“So,” you finally said, breaking the silence, “wanna see your presents? Orrrr is it still too early?”

He bit your shoulder. Not hard. Just enough to make you yelp.

“Five more minutes.” He lifted his head, flashing that sharp grin- still slightly watery but getting cockier, “Then presents. Then cake. Then I'm gonna show you exactly how grateful I am. Repeatedly.”

“...It's eight AM.”

“And? I've got all day. You gave me three layers. That's at least three rounds.”

“That math doesn't-“

He dropped back down, pressing a kiss to your pulse point, “My birthday. My math.” 

[sinkuna]

new story xoxo

[cumchiato]

୨୧ — The arcade was sensory overload- shrieking children, seizure inducing lights, the cacophony of a hundred machines all screaming for attention. Valko normally would've hated it. Too loud, too bright, too many smells all competing for dominance in his sensitive nose. However... Today was a bit different.

He'd stopped caring about ten minutes ago.

Hard to focus on all that other stuff when you were bent over a claw machine like that... ass pushed out just slightly as you concentrated, tongue poking between your lips. Your shirt had even ridden up in the back. Just a sliver of skin visible above your waistband.

Dangerous view, he thought, tilting his head appreciatively. She's doing this on purpose. Has to be.

"Okay, sweetie, watch-" You were talking to some random little girl -couldn’t have been older than six, pigtails askew, face still sticky from cotton candy- who’d been crying over the machine, quarter after quarter swallowed by this rigged piece of garbage. You, being you, had swooped in like some kind of hero, all soft voice and gentle hands, crouching down to her level... and of course, he had followed you like he always did. "See that one? The gray wolf with the big eyes?"

She nodded so hard her whole body wobbled

"The trick," you said, crouching to her level while keeping one hand on the joystick, "is that the claw is a dirty rotten liar. It wants you to go straight for the prize. But see how that wolf is kinda wedged against that pink bunny?"

She sniffled and nodded again.

"We're gonna use that. Knock him loose first, then grab."

Valko leaned against the side of the machine, arms crossed, watching. He'd hidden his ears and tail away before you both left the apartment -couldn't exactly walk around in public with them out- but you knew the signs. The way he kept shifting his weight. The little twitch at the corner of his mouth. The soft, almost dreamy look in those golden eyes as he tracked your every movement... If his tail was out right now, it'd be going absolutely stupid.

Look at her, he mused, teaching strategy to a six year old like it's a heist movie. Cute as hell.

"Okay, here we go-" You positioned the claw with and waited for the perfect moment, and-

Clunk.

The claw descended. Bumped the pink bunny. The gray wolf wobbled, tipped, then finally fell loose.

"AGAIN!" the little girl shrieked, already bouncing, "Do it again, do it again!"

"I got it, I got it-" You were grinning now, feeding another quarter into the slot.

Natural, he thought, head tilting as he watched the way you let the kid put her tiny hands over yours on the joystick, guiding together. The way you gasped with her, celebrated with her, turned a stupid rigged carnival game into something magic. She's so natural with her...

It made his fingers twitch against his bicep with the urge to touch you, hold you, keep you.

The claw descended.

Gripped.

Then, finally, the gray wolf lifted... wobbled... held...

You froze mid breath. The little girl froze too, carefully following your lead.

Valko's expression softened despite himself. Gonna be such a good mom. Patient. Gentle. Probably let our pup get away with everything, spoil 'em absolutely rotten. His lips quirked. Can't wait to be the "fun dad" who enables all of it.

Valko's gaze dropped to your stomach...

Flat... for now. His cock threatened to twitch at the thought of you round and bred. He pressed his tongue against the back of his teeth, trying to ground himself, then shook his head to clear his mind. Easy. Public place. Children present. Don’t be a degenerate.

His ears were straining to pop free and he had to wrestle them back under control, but fuck, it was hard. Every instinct screaming at him to grab you, drag you somewhere private, and-

The stuffed wolf tumbled into the prize slot with a soft thump.

"YAAAAAAY!" The kid dove for the retrieval door, yanking out her prize and hugging it so tight the stuffing nearly burst, "HE'S SO FLUFFY!!!"

You giggled, ruffling her hair, saying something about how she did all the hard work, you just-

"Let's make one."

You froze.

Valko was still leaning against the machine. Still had that soft, dreamy look. But now there was something else there too- something heated and certain and wanting.

"Wh-...What?... Valko?"

He pushed off the machine, closing the distance between you in two easy strides, looking down at you with half lidded golden eyes as the little girl scampered off. "That." His head nodded toward the retreating girl. Like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Let's make one of our own. Ours would be cuter, obviously."

Your face went red so fast he could practically hear the blood rushing. "H-Here? Now? Valko, we're in-"

"Not here." He laughed, low and teasing, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, "I'm not that much of an animal. Usually."

Valko's hand found your waist and yanked you close -no asking, just taking. That infuriating smirk played at the corner of his mouth as his voice dropped to a low rumble- same one that always made your knees forget how to work.

"Watching you with her?" He clicked his tongue, fingers drumming once against your hip. "Hmm. 'Intoxicating' doesn't quite cover it." He tilted his head, pretending to think, "Maybe 'criminally unfair'? Yeah. That's closer."

You felt his thumb trace lazy, deliberate circles- like he had all the time in the world and knew damn well you weren't going anywhere.

"Got me thinking dangerous thoughts, sweetheart." His smirk widened, canines catching the neon light, "About how pretty you'd look all swollen up with something we created." He leaned closer, breath warm against your ear, "About how much fun we'd have getting you there."

Then his hand drifted with deliberate slowness until his palm came to rest against your stomach, the heat of him bleeding through the thin fabric of your shirt. The pressure was firm -possessive- fingers splayed wide like he was claiming the space beneath them.

He tilted his head to the side, those sharp eyes fixed on your face, reading every flicker of emotion that passed across your features. "What d'you think?" he tapped your stomach lightly.

"V-Valko- we- people can-"

"Can what? See me touching my girl?" His grin turned sharp. Wolfish. "Good. Let 'em look. Free entertainment. They should be taking notes."

And then the world flipped.

You yelped as he ducked down, hooked an arm under your knees, and threw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. The arcade tilted wildly: neon lights, sticky floors, and shocked teenage faces all spun as he strode toward the exit.

"VALKO! What are you- Put me down!"

"No can do." He patted your ass cheerfully. "Taking you home. Non negotiable. Already decided."

"Oh my god."

"That's what you'll be saying later." Smug. So fucking smug. "Among other things. Loudly. Repeatedly. I'm taking requests, by the way."

You couldn't help it. A laugh bubbled up and you buried your face against his back as he carried you through the parking lot. This was insane. This was absolutely insane. Valko had just announced his intention to impregnate you in an arcade and was now kidnapping you in broad daylight and you were laughing.

"You're ridiculous," you managed.

"Mm, and you're gonna look so cute waddling around." He deposited you in the passenger seat with surprising gentleness, then immediately crowded the open door, caging you with his arms, grinning like he'd won something. One hand came up to tap your nose -boop- like you were the pet here before leaning closer, nose brushing yours.

Then the smugness flickered.

"So?" Softer now. That eager puppy energy bleeding through despite his best efforts, tail finally peeking free and wagging- thwap thwap thwap against the car door. "Yes? C'mon, say yes. You know you want to."

You bit your lip. Felt the giddiness still bubbling in your chest, the warmth, the absolute certainty that this ridiculous, impulsive, wonderful man was yours.

"Take me home first-" You grabbed his shirt collar and pulled him down for a quick kiss, "then ask me again."

His whole face lit up, "I mean..." He ducked down, lips finding your neck, teeth dragging just enough to make you shiver. "We have the car right here." Another kiss, lower, right at your pulse point. His voice dropped, "Right now. Why wait?" He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, one eyebrow arched, challenge and hunger written all over him.

"Unless you're scared you can't keep quiet." A slow, grin. "Which- honestly? Valid concern. You are kinda loud."

[cumchiato]

୨୧ — You were drooling, eyes rolling back as you dug your nails into his shoulders trying to slow Valko down. Useless. Your legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his lower back as he drove into you, his name falling from your lips like a prayer between desperate pants.

“V-Val- hhahh- Val-ko- s'too- m'gonna- too m-much-“

Words? What were those? Your brain had turned to mush about three orgasms ago.

A whimper caught in your throat. Tears pricked at your lashes at the stretch, at being so fucking full, like he'd shoved your organs aside to make room.

“Hah-“ His voice broke, and you could feel every muscle in his body trembling, fighting something feral as his tail lashed wildly behind him. “Tryna be gentle but you-“

He fucked you like a beast anyway. Forehead pressed to yours, ears flat against his head, panting into your mouth. Your slick made the filthiest sounds every time he thrust home and when his teeth found your neck hard enough to break skin, the noise you made had his rhythm stuttering.

“Sorry- ngh- didn't mean-“ But he didn't stop. Couldn't.

His hand slid under your back, arching you up into him. The other pinned your wrist to the mattress. Blood smeared across your throat from his lips.

“That's it, that’s my good girl-“ Completely gone. Ruined.

You came screaming and do you think that made him slow down? Fuck no. He didn't slow down even a little.

“Again.” Barely a whisper. Begging. Pleading for just one more scream from those pretty lips…

“Valko- can't- no more-“

His ears drooped, this wounded little sound in his chest, “I know babe, m'sorry-“ His hips snapped forward anyway, “what’s a pup supposed to do? You just feel so good- cant- shit- can’t stop-“

Your cunt was a sloppy, ruined mess at this point- syrupy strings of your cum and arousal coating his cock, smearing creamy across your inner thighs. You could feel yourself dripping between your ass, making a puddle beneath you.

Then something big started pressing at your entrance.

You felt it before your sex stupid brain could process it- this thick, swelling pressure at your already stuffed hole. Stretching you wider. Wider. Too wide-

His knot.

It shoved inside with a wet POP and you shrieked, back bowing clean off the mattress, nails carving bleeding trenches down his spine. The sudden fullness -that fat bulge locking him in, plugging you up, pressing against every sensitive nerve- had your vision whiting out again. Your cunt spasmed around him, another orgasm cresting before the last one even finished, milking his knot in desperate fluttering clenches.

“Huh? What happened?” Total confusion. His ears shot up, head tilting, “You alright babe? Did I do something?”

“Your- your fucking knot- fuckfuckfuck-“ you choked out.

“What?” He blinked down at you, all golden puppy eyes while his monster sized knot split you in half, “What's wrong with it?”

“Ser -seriously? Sh’too- It's s’too big-“

“It is?” As he smirks he shifts his weight and you damn near passed out, “seems fine to me?”

You laughed -or sobbed, hard to tell- and it broke into a moan when he rolled his hips experimentally. You grabbed his hand and shoved it down between your bodies, pressing it against the bulge in your lower belly. Obscene. Fucking obscene.

“Valko.”

He looked down. Blinked. His tail started wagging. Actually wagging!

“Oh wow.” Like he'd found something mildly interesting, “That's pretty crazy.”

“YEAH.”

“Does it actually hurt?” He pressed against the bulge with genuine curiosity and your eyes nearly rolled back into your skull. Tail still going.

“Do you- hahh- do you seriously not know- how huge-“

“Dunno, never measured?” He dropped a casual kiss on your forehead, sweet as anything, while his fat fucking knot throbbed like it was trying to reshape your insides. “Always been like this. Annnnd those noises don’t really convince me you’re in pain.”

You were gonna fucking murder him. Right after you finished losing your mind on his cock.

He ground down into you and you came so hard you forgot your own name, pussy clenching around him like a goddamn vice.

“Oh- shit- shit-“ Finally cracking, his voice going high and whiney, “Squeezing me so tight, you’re gonna make me-“

He buried his face in your neck and came with a broken whine, and you felt it- pulse after pulse of hot cum pumping into you, filling you up til your belly rounded out even more. His arms caged you in, tail thumping against the mattress as he bred you full.

“S'good,” he slurred against your throat…

“Valko,” you whimpered, brain leaking out your ears., “M'so full-“

“Mm?” He sounded so pleased with himself.

Still absolutely clueless.

Way later -who even knows how long- he was still on top of you, weight braced on his elbows so he didn't crush you. His knot pulsed lazy and another warm gush filled you up.

“Hey,” he mumbled into your hair, and you could hear the grin in his voice.

“Mm.”

“So...” His fingers walked playfully up your side, making you squirm- which only made you clench around his knot and whimper, “You think my knot's big, huh?”

“Shut up.”

“Nah but like-“ He propped himself up to look at you, smirking, tail swishing, “You were really loud about it. Pretty sure the neighbors know now.”

“I hate you.”

“Mmhm.” He rolled his hips just slightly -enough to make you gasp- and his grin widened. “That why you're still milking my cock right now?”

Your face burned, “I- I can't- it's involuntary-“

“Sure it is.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek, nuzzling, “S'okay baby. I think it's cute how much you love my huge knot.”

“I never said-“

“‘S'so fucking big Valko,'”he mimicked in a breathy voice, and you smacked his chest while he snickered. “'Your knot Valko, oh my god-“

“I do NOT sound like that.”

“You kinda do.” Another lazy grind. Another gush of cum. His eyes glittered. “Wanna hear what else you said? Got real creative toward the end there.”

You shoved at his shoulder uselessly. He didn't budge, just laughed and buried his face in your neck, pressing smiling kisses to your skin.

“M'just teasing, babe” His tail curled around your thigh, “youre cute when you're embarrassed.” He nuzzled the tippy top of your head.

“I'm gonna kill you when your knot finally goes down.”

“Mm, that's fair.” He snuggled closer, entirely unbothered, “Gives me like twenty more minutes to annoy you though.”

His hips shifted again, lazy and deliberate, and the noise you made was mortifying.

His tail wagged harder.

[cumchiato]

୨୧ — The soft splashing of water and gentle scrapes of your nails against his scalp made Sukuna's eyes grow heavy, lashes falling shut as you worked behind him. Your presence was… soothing, he admitted privately in his head- a word he’d never associated with anything before you.

"You’re quiet tonight," you murmur, your breath warm against his ear. The gentle curve of your stomach presses against his back, and he could feel his unborn child’s curse energy- what little he could feel promised that the brat was going to be strong.

He didn’t answer immediately, too lost in the feeling of your fingers threading through his hair. The king of curses, feared across lands, reduced to this- nearly purring under a pregnant woman’s gentle ministrations. The thought should have enraged him. Instead, he found himself leaning further back, his massive frame carefully controlled to avoid crushing you and that belly of yours.

Truth is, Sukuna couldn’t find the words to explain how your simple touch was undoing centuries of telling himself he couldn’t feel anything. How the sound of your humming as you focused on him made something in his chest constrict painfully… and how your swollen belly against his back filled him with a terrifying kind of joy and pride.

"Does it feel good at least?" You asked softly, working through a particularly stubborn tangle. The mouth on his stomach merely sighed in contentment.

"Mm," was all he could manage as he felt your smile against his shoulder, your lips brushing his skin in a whisper of a kiss.

Water droplets caught in his lashes as he opened his eyes partially, watching your shadow play across the room. Your fingers traced one of the black markings that adorned his body, and he tch’d at the fact he had to suppress a shudder.

"Sukuna..., tell me what troubles you, I can practically hear you thinking," your voice was barely above a whisper this time, your hands stilling on him, and for a moment, only the sound of dripping water filled the silence.

His multiple hands clenched into fists, "You're making me weak," he accused, "ruining me," he muttered.

Your hands moved to his shoulder, working a knot he hadn’t even realized was there, "m’not," you smiled, "I'm loving you. There's a difference."

Love... that dreaded word, and of course his child chose that moment to kick against your belly, as if agreeing with you. The little shit wasn’t even born yet and it was already picking sides.

"I should have killed you, spread your legs open and fucked your corpse," Sukuna sneered.

Sukuna could feel it, how that innocent smile of yours seared against his spine, followed by the melodious sound of laughter escaping your lips. Before you could think, the world shifted and you found yourself beneath his towering form, the waters surface fracturing into a thousand ripples around your bodies. His massive hand tapped your wrists above your head, another gripped your hip while the remaining two pressed where you womb was- where his child flourished, his hands trembling ever so slightly with the effort of gentle restraint.

He stared down at you, the water dripping from his hair leaving tracks along your face and neck, almost like blood from a fresh kill, but your eyes held no fear - only understanding. The mouth on his stomach hung open breathing heavily, "What have you done to me? I want to tear your heart out and rip your head off, but I also can't bear the thought of losing you, or that brat."

Slipping your arms around his neck, you smiled up at him, "Nothing you haven’t allowed."

"Watch your tongue, little lamb." The threat was hollow, and you both knew it. The kiss that followed was ever so desperate, sloppy and violent in its tenderness, but damn did it taste like the sweetest sin… Your response back- how you kissed him in return, your spit mingling with his, a soft moan on your tongue… It was better than any scream of terror he’d ever drawn from human lips. And he knew from that alone, you’d been right.

You hadn't done a thing he didn’t allow.

And for once, he didn't fight it.

[cumchiato]

୨୧ — Sukuna leaned against a nearby tree, arms crossed over his chest as he watched his daughter carefully water each plant with the child sized watering can she'd insisted on bringing. At least she was focused on something, giving him a moment of peace.

Raising a kid was exhausting in ways that even running his territory wasn't. At least with his men, fear was a reliable motivator. His daughter, unfortunately, had inherited his utter lack and complete disregard for authority- a combination that was aging him prematurely…

The moment of relative calm shattered when she finished tending her sunflowers, and without warning, bolted toward the playground equipment.

"Oi!" Sukuna called after her, pushing off from the tree with an irritated grunt.

Either she didn't hear him or -more likely- was selectively deaf when it suited her... She scrambled up the ladder to the tallest slide structure with the agility of a monkey, her ponytail bouncing with each movement.

By the time Sukuna reached the playground, his daughter had bypassed the regular slide entirely and was instead perched precariously at the edge of the platform, tiny hands gripping the top of the fireman's pole that led straight down to the ground ten feet below.

"No." The single syllable carried a warning that would have stopped his most hardened criminals in their tracks. His voice was calm, almost bored sounding, but with an unmistakable edge of command.

To his shock -though perhaps it shouldn't have been shocking anymore- her little face scrunched up in defiance, and she shouted back as loud as her little lungs would allow, "NO!!!"

Sukuna's eyes narrowed, his gaze locking with hers in a silent standoff… This was the second warning, and they both knew it. Her little legs dangled over the edge, hands still gripping the pole, poised to slide down a drop that was far too high for someone her size.

"You heard me," he said, voice dropping lower.

"NOOO!!!" came the high pitched response, followed by a pink tongue poking out between her teeth in blatant disrespect.

Sukuna's eyebrow twitched, a muscle in his jaw clenching visibly. Several nearby parents, now actively gathered their children and moved further away.

"You're going to fucking fall," he growled, not bothering to censor his language -not that he ever did-... "Don't. Do. It." Each word was punctuated, deliberate. The final warning.

"MOMMY WAS RIGHT! YOU ARE A MEANIE!!"

Sukuna's vermillion eyes widened. The fuck did this brat just say?

Had you actually called him that behind his back? No- impossible. You wouldn't undermine him like that. This was a new manipulation tactic from his increasingly cunning offspring… He might have actually been proud of her if he wasn’t so pissed off right now.

He tsked, a sharp sound of irritation, "Fine. If you want to break your neck, go ahead. The big bad monster's getting tired of saving your ass every time you do something stupid." Sukuna made a show of closing his eyes, head tilted back slightly.

He didn't have to wait long. The moment his eyes closed, he heard the whoosh of her small body sliding down the pole and the telltale sign that she had accidentally lost her grip. Without hesitation, without even looking, his hand shot out, catching her tiny ankle just before she hit the wood chips… He dangled her upside down in front of him, her face now level with his.

Far from being frightened, his little girls face split into a delighted grin, her ponytail hanging toward the ground, cheeks flushed with excitement rather than fear.

Sukuna arched an eyebrow as understanding dawned, "This what you wanted?"

She beamed at him while still upside down, nodding vigorously, "Yup yup yup!!! I wanted to see if you would catch me!!!"

Her grin faltered slightly, looking somewhat guilty, "Mommy doesn't actually think you're a meanie... I- I lied a-about that."

Something in Sukuna's gaze softened. He flipped her upright in one smooth motion, setting her on her feet but keeping a firm grip on top of her head to prevent any more escape attempts.

"Tell me something I don't know," he said dryly, "Your mother's got questionable taste, but she's not stupid."

She giggled, reaching up to grab the hand that was resting on her head, "So you're not mad?"

"Oh, I'm fucking furious," he replied, but there was no real anger behind the words... "You think you're clever, manipulating me like that?"

"Yup!" she chirped, swinging his hand as they walked away from the playground.

"Tch, you get that from me, ya know?" he muttered, half proud despite himself, "The manipulative shit… and it’s annoying as fuck."

She grinned up at him,"But you love me anyway!"

"Unfortunately." He sighed.

…

"…Can we get ice cream?"

"After that stunt? Absolutely fucking not."

Ten minutes later, they were sitting on a park bench, his daughter happily licking a chocolate ice cream cone while Sukuna pretended he hadn't just completely caved to her demands.

"Don't tell your mother," he warned, "I don’t feel like dealing with her lectures today about how you shouldn’t have this shit before dinner."

"Don't tell her what?" She asked innocently, chocolate already smeared across her cheek.

Sukuna wiped it away with his thumb, a gesture so casually tender that the few remaining parents nearby did double takes.

"Smart answer," he said with a smirk that matched her own, "guess you are my kid after all."

"Duuhh," she replied, rolling her eyes in perfect mimicry like he does, "who else's would I be?"

Who else's indeed, he thought.

[cumchiato]

୨୧ — The morning started innocently enough- or as innocent as anything could be with Sukuna.

You were standing at the kitchen counter, still half asleep, nursing your coffee when his hands found you from behind. Large, warm, utterly shameless… You hadn't even heard him approach- bare feet silent on the tile, the only warning the shift in the air before his chest pressed flush against your back.

He didn't even look up from his own phone when his palm slid beneath the loose fabric of your sleep shirt, fingers spreading across your bare chest like he was staking a claim.

His thumb found your nipple immediately -no hesitation, no searching- just knew exactly where it was, and pressed.

“Sukuna-“

A soft pinch. His forefinger and thumb rolling the sensitive bud between them like it belonged to him (because it did in his mind). Like this was just part of his morning routine now. Coffee. Phone. Your tits.

The noise you made was embarrassingly small. A little mnh that died in your throat before it could fully form, your coffee mug hovering halfway to your lips. Your back arched involuntarily, pressing into his chest, and you felt the low rumble of satisfaction in his ribs before you heard it.

“Morning,” he said flatly against the top of your head. Unbothered. Like he hadn't just short circuited your entire nervous system before 8am… like his fingers weren't still working you over- circling, then tugging while he scrolled through whatever meaningless bullshit had caught his attention.

You could feel him scrolling. Actually scrolling through something on his phone with his free hand while the other one played with you like you were background noise. Like you weren't trembling against him, coffee going cold, nipple pebbled and aching under his attention.

And then -just like that- he released you.

His hand slid out from under your shirt as casually as it had slipped in. Before you could even process the loss, warm lips pressed against the crown of your head. Soft. A tenderness reserved only for you and his daughter. The kind of kiss that made your stupid heart melt in your chest…

His palm connected with your ass in a sharp smack that echoed through the quiet kitchen.

“Gonna be late opening your little flower shop if you keep standing around,” he said, already walking away. His voice carried that infuriating drawl, dripping with amusement, “chop chop.”

You stood there like an idiot, coffee going cold in your grip, nipple still tingling, ass stinging, heart pounding in your chest.

God, he was annoying…

The smirk he threw over his shoulder -like he knew exactly what he'd done to you and found it hilarious- made you want to throw your mug at his head. Insufferable, but you loved it.

[cumchiato]

୨୧ — When his daughter brings home her first potential boyfriend at fifteen, Sukuna doesn't say a word. He simply sits across from the terrified boy at the kitchen table, his fork clinking against the plate, the sound sharp in the tense air. The entire time, he maintains unblinking eye contact while you attempt to salvage the rest of the dinner conversation with meaningless small talk.

After about twenty minutes, Sukuna finally speaks, "You touch her wrong, they won't find enough of you to bury. Got it, boy?" The boy is out the door just as you bring out the dessert, and your daughter doesn't speak to her father for three days. But when rumors start to circulate that the same boy pressured another girl into something she didn't want, his daughter quietly finds him outside sipping on his favorite whiskey.

Sitting next to him -her shoulder pressed against his-, she whispers, "How did you know?" Sukuna just shrugs, but there's understanding in the silence between them. After that, she doesn't fight his "inspections" quite so hard. He's always been her protector after all.

︵︵︵ ๑❤︎⁠๑ ︵︵︵

୨୧ — During a parent teaching conference, his daughter’s literature teacher suggests she might be "troubled"… due to her persistent interest in writing dark, violent stories… The teachers eyes flicker towards Sukuna’s tattoos and scars, suggesting it might be due to the home environment.

Wrong choice of words.

Before you can intervene, Sukuna leans forward and asks with a deadly calm, "You ever read Dostoyevsky? The fucking Bible?"

The teacher nods, shrinking back in his seat…

"All full of violence. All considered genius. My daughter’s writing isn’t the problem." His voice never rises, but the temperature in the room seems to drop a whole ten degrees as he continues. "Your small mind is."

Two weeks later, your daughter rushes home holding her regional writing trophy. Sukuna has her piece professionally framed and hung in the living room next day.

Because at the end of the day, that’s still his little girl.

[cumchiato]

୨୧ — Imagine Nanami cradling his newborn daughter tenderly. His blonde locks that were once neatly slicked back now messily frame his face- serving as playthings for tiny, curious hands. The infant giggles, gripping and curling her fingers, attempting to grab at her father's hair with pure delight. Nanami's heart swelled, a genuine smile appearing across his face.

"Ya know... Fatherhood really suits you, you know that?" You murmured, resting your head against his arm.

Nanami looked down at you, his eyes- always so tired from the cruelties of the world and working far too much, were now soft with affection, "I never thought I would have a life like this... I always felt it was far out of my reach..."

"Kento..."

He brought his daughter up to his face, his lips pressing a kiss to her forehead. His voice was a low whisper, yet you still managed to hear his words, "I love you. Both of you. More than anything in the world."

You could see it, not only in his smile, but his eyes as well... they held some fear. Afraid of the life he led, afraid of it coming to take the family he had so lovingly built away from him. Nanami had seen much in his time as a sorcerer. The loss of people dear to him- their deaths never failing to haunt him... He was scared... Scared of leaving you both behind, scared of the what-ifs...

"Kento, you worry far too much. I promise we'll be here, right by your side. Always and forever, okay? You're always going to awaken to me in your strong arms." You give his bicep a soft squeeze, "no way anyone could get past these bad boys."

A low chuckle rumbled in his throat, holding his baby girl in one arm, he used the one you squeezed to bring you into a loving embrace, drawing you even closer to his body. Drawing you closer into his world, a world he once thought would be forever in solitude. This was all a simple moment, but Nanami felt the full weight of this newfound joy- the joy of being a father and a loving husband to you. No could've prepared him for this profound privilege.

You were his home. And for the first time, he allowed himself to relax and trust in your words... that everything would be alright...

[cumchiato]

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.

[dark-and-kawaii]

Toji Toji Toji

[cumchiato]

୨୧ — The chat doesn't register, because Sukuna doesn't stream for them.

He streams because he likes watching you squirm knowing thousands can see exactly what he's doing to you- and there's nothing your drool drunk brain can do about it.

“Pathetic,” he rumbles, the word vibrating through his chest where your back is pinned… “Can't even keep your mouth shut without help.”

The pink ball gag stretches your jaw wide- humiliating, a mocking splash of color against the mess you've become. Drool spills over the silicone in thick strands, dripping down your chin, your throat, between your tits where nipple clamps bite into swollen flesh.

He tugs the chain. Lazily. Just to watch you jerk.

“Mmmngh-!!”

“Quiet.” Another tug, harder. Your nipples stretch obscenely, flushed angry red, “You wanted this. Begged to be my little toy.”

Tch. Already crying. Weak.

The camera catches everything- your spread thighs, your trembling body, Sukuna behind you like a throne of muscle and malice. His cock rests against your slit, thick and veined and monstrous, smearing precum into your ruined folds.

He doesn't fuck you. Not yet.

First, he spreads you open.

Two fingers hook into your cunt and pull -slow, deliberate- stretching you while the webcam captures every glistening detail. Your hole clenches on nothing, pink and puffy and dripping.

“Look at this mess.” His voice drips contempt as he angles the camera, zooming in on the way your pussy weeps for him.

His laugh is low. Cruel.

“Fine. Since you're so desperate.”

He teases his tip against your entrance- the camera catches your gummy walls stretching around that fat cockhead, the first inch sinking into wet, sucking heat.

Then he punches into your guts.

“MMMNGH-!!”

One brutal thrust buries him to the hilt. He presses a palm against your belly, watching the shape of his cock distort your tummy, “There. That's where I'm going to break my girl.”

His pace is punishing- hips pistoning, cock battering your cervix until your insides go soft. Mushy. Ruined. Each thrust punches a muffled sob from your gagged mouth, drool splattering against your tits.

“Hnnngh- ! MMMPH- !!”

“Can't understand you.” He tugs the chain hard and your back arches, “Use your words. Oh wait- you can't.”

Fuck. Clenching so hard. Trying to milk me already.

The wet sounds are filthy. Your pussy squelches around him, arousal whipping to cream, a thick white froth clinging to his shaft and oozing around the stretched rim.

“Making such a mess.” He angles the camera lower, catching the creamy ring at the base, “Like a bitch in heat.”

His thumb finds your clit, “Gonna cum? Cream on my cock like the desperate little fucktoy you are?”

You nod frantically- tears streaming, drool pooling, nipples throbbing.

“Then do it. Show them what a pathetic slut you are.”

He rams your cervix and holds-

You shatter. Absolutely shatter around him. In his arms. In front of so many...

Your orgasm rips through in a blinding wave, walls clamping so hard he grunts, cunt creaming around him in thick, milky spurts. He fucks you through it without mercy.

“Mmmngh-! HNNGH- !”

“Good girl.” Mocking. Empty. He pulls you by the chain into a kiss, nipples stretching, “Again.”

The view count ticks past fifty thousand.

Sukuna doesn't glance at it.

His hips slow. Still buried, cock throbbing against your battered cervix, but the brutal rhythm eases into something deeper. Rolling.

“Fuck-“ His composure cracks, “that's my girl.”

His hand leaves the chain, cups your jaw. Gentle. Tenderly. Thumb swiping through the spit at the corner of the gag.

For a moment, just a single moment, he holds you.

The view count ticks past fifty five thousand.

Sukuna still doesn't glance at it.

[cumchiato]

୨୧ — The front door slammed open with enough force to rattle the hinges as Sukuna stepped into your small, warmly lit floral shop. His once clean white shirt was ruined, splattered with arterial spray that had begun to dry to a rusty brown. More blood streaked across his tattooed forearms and dotted his face like war paint.

“Papa! Did you crash your bike?!" His daughter squeaked, voice wobbling between horror and excitement.

For one terrible moment, Sukuna stilled completely, cursing himself for forgetting she'd be home early today. Fucking half days... He'd planned to clean up before- “…Fuck,” he muttered under his breath… This wasn't how he'd planned for her to learn about certain... aspects of his work.

His seven year old daughter sat frozen at the table, spoon suspended halfway to her mouth, pink ice cream melting unnoticed.

“Papa?” Her small voice cut through his mental calculations, vermillion eyes -so much like his own- widening as they tracked the blood spatter, “What happened to you?”

Sukuna's jaw tightened as he assessed the situation. Lying wasn't his style -not to her, not ever- but even he recognized certain truths weren't appropriate for children. Especially his own...

“Work got messy, that’s all.”

She set down her spoon carefully, but never once letting go of her ice cream cup, a furrow appearing between her small brows as she studied him, “Is that blood?”

“…Yes.”

No point sugar coating it. She had his intelligence after all- sharp, analytical, missing nothing… She’d also seen enough cartoons to realize what’s coating his clothing and skin…

“A-Are you hurt?” She tried to sound serious, demanding that he answer her, but her concern was evident- fearful that her father might have gotten hurt.

Something tightened in Sukuna's chest -just slightly- at the question. Of course that would be her first concern... Just like you, her beautiful mother, always worried about him.

“No, brat,” he finally answered with a lazy smirk, one sharp nail brushing aside her bangs before ruffling her hair, “it’s not my blood.”

Her eyes narrowed, processing this information until she pointed a small finger at his forearm where a vivid red pattern stood out against his black tattoos.

“Does that mean it belongs to someone else?”

Sukuna's laugh was dark and low, edged with something dangerous, “Someone who fucked with the wrong pers-…”

“Bad language tax,” she replied automatically, but the reprimand was distracted, secondary to her question.

“Put it on my tab,” he sighed, “but yeah… your old man had to take care of a bad guy.”

Her ice cream cup clinked softly against the table as it nearly slipped from her tiny hands just as she gasped. Her entire little body stiffening, the mug wobbling in her grip. Her eyes went huge, mouth forming a perfect O. She whispers under her breath loud enough for him to hear, “Papa… is a superhero???”

Sukuna laughed at that, “Not even fucking close,” he said, red eyes shimmering with amusement, “but the bastard had it coming.”

She gasped dramatically at the swears, then immediately giggled- as if what he just said didn’t even phase her, “You said more bad words,” she whispered, “Mama's gonna be mad.”

“Your mother has heard worse,” he said, mouth quirking up at one corner.

“If you’re not a super hero, then what are you, papa?”

Sukuna's eyes darkened, “I'm the thing heroes fight against,” he said simply. “the monster that lurkes in the shadows.”

She frowned, “But monsters are bad,” she declared, “and you’re not bad. You protect mama and I.”

The certainty in her voice -the absolute, unwavering faith- made Sukuna's chest tighten again... The very feeling he'd thought long dead until you had somehow revived it, and this small extension of himself had brought fully to life again.

“The world's not that simple, kid,” he said, more gently than anyone who knew him would believe possible.

She nodded, “Like how you tell me stealing is wrong, but then you stole the last cookie yesterday?”

Sukuna’s expression went blank, not expecting that to be her example of how the world isn’t simple, “That's… different. My house, my cookies.”

She gave him a cheesy grin before laughing- this moment where she was confronting the violent reality of who and what her father was. “I think,” she announced, reaching out fearlessly to touch a particularly vivid splash of blood on his shirt, “that you're like the dragon, Sylus, in my book!”

Sukuna raised an eyebrow, genuinely curious, “How's that?”

“He’s scary and breathes fire and everyone's afraid of him,” she explained, tiny hands flying in the air now with pure excitement, “But!! That’s because he is protecting his treasure.”

Her eyes never left his, “We're your treasure. Me and mama! So you have to be scary sometimes to keep us safe! You’re a special kind of hero!”

Something dangerously close to emotion threatened to close Sukuna's throat. This child -this impossibility- making sense of him in ways adults never could. Accepting the violence and the blood as just another aspect of protection…

“Sure, something like that…” he managed, voice wavering ever so slightly.

She nodded once, decision made, “Then it's okay.” She patted his cheek with small, sticky fingers, leaving a smear of pink ice cream among the blood. “But mama is going to be mad about the shirt. It's white… erm, well… was...”

Sukuna snorted, the tension of the moment broken by her practical observation, “Your mother's seen worse.”

“Worse shirts?” she asked innocently.

“Worse everything,” he muttered, straightening to his full towering height, “now finish your ice cream while I clean up.”

As Sukuna discarded his shirt he looked back at his little girl…

A hero. What a fucking joke…

But for her, he'd let her believe whatever version of him helped her sleep at night. If she needed to cast him as some dark protector- like the dragon in her story book rather than what he truly was, so be it.

[cumchiato]

Gojo makes your pretty belly bulge for all his viewers ♡

୨୧ — The chat explodes when Gojo hooks his fingers into the waistband of your panties and drags them aside.

He doesn't take them off- just stretches the soaked fabric to one side and holds it there, pinning it against your inner thigh so nothing obstructs the camera's view. His other hand slides between your legs, two fingers pressing against your slit, and then he spreads you open.

Slow. Deliberate. Like he's unwrapping something precious.

"There she is," he murmurs. The ring light catches everything- the dewy, flushed stretch of your cunt, the slick strands of arousal that glint and snap as he parts your folds wider, webbing between his fingers like honey. Your hole clenches on nothing, gummy and pathetically empty.

Heh, look at that. She's dripping already and I've barely touched her.

"See how wet she gets?" His voice is like silk, pitched for the microphone. Donations ping in a frenzy. "All these people watching and your little pussy's just weeping for it."

He keeps you spread with one hand and uses the other to guide his cock to your entrance- just the tip, fat and flushed and shiny with precum. The camera catches the exact moment he nudges in... the way your gummy walls stretch and clench around the head, resisting and yielding in the same breath, that first inch sinking into wet, sucking heat.

"Nnnh-"

"Shh, I got you." He rocks forward -just barely- letting the stream see how your pussy swallows him centimeter by centimeter, that tight ring of muscle gripping his girth like it's trying to milk him already, "watch this."

He snaps his hips.

Your scream breaks apart into static. One brutal thrust buries him to the hilt, his cock punching so deep you feel it in your fucking chest- and when you look down, when the camera tilts to follow his gaze, you can see it.

The bulge.

His cock outlined against your lower belly, a thick ridge pressing up beneath your skin with every thrust. He presses his palm flat against it, feels himself moving inside you.

"Right there," he groans, grinding up into that deep spot "feel that? That's your cervix, baby. That's where I'm gonna -fuck- where I'm gonna ruin you."

And then he batters it.

His pace turns savage- hips snapping with brutal precision, that fat cock ramming your cervix over and over until your insides feel like mush. Each thrust punches a whimper out of you, your walls going soft and sloppy around him, unable to do anything but take it. The bulge in your tummy jumps with every stroke, obscene and undeniable.

"Oh god- oh god- 'Toru- c-can't -hnngh-"

"yeah you can." His voice is wrecked, strained, "and you're gonna cum while they watch."

She's getting so tight- squeezing me like she's trying to break my cock off-

The wet sounds are obscene. Your pussy squelches with each pump, arousal churning into something thicker, frothier- a white, creamy mess that clings to his shaft and oozes out around the stretched rim of your hole. It smears against his pelvis, his balls, drools in sticky rivulets down to the sheets.

"There it is," he breathes, thumb finding your clit, "there's my messy girl. You hear that? Hear how sloppy you're getting?"

Schhllk

He grinds against your battered cervix, holds there, and your orgasm crashes through you like a wave- walls clamping, legs seizing, voice cracking on a sob as your cunt creams around him in thick, milky spurts. He doesn't stop. He can't stop. Just fucks you through it, churning your release into a frothy ring at the base of his cock, the camera catching every filthy detail.

The view count ticks past thirty thousand.

His cock throbs inside your spasming cunt, and Gojo just laughs- breathless, wrecked, mean.

"Again?"

[dark-and-kawaii]

Gojo Satoru and his big dick

[cumchiato]

୨୧ — Toji times his creampies to your ovulation cycle.

He even picks baby names while fucking you. “Megumi.” he pants against your neck, cock buried deep as his hips grind against yours,“always liked that name...” driving deeper as your walls flutter around him.. “Or maybe something sweet if it’s a girl.”

The contradiction makes your head spin- how he can be so tender with future dreams while his grip on your hips leave bruises for days.

When you breathe out shakily, asking if he’s sure about this- about not using protection, he laughs as his hand comes down hard. The slap to your pussy makes your legs shake as you cry out. “Course I’m sure. Been planning this since day one.” he growls, thumb rubbing your abused clit as his cum leaks down your thighs. But then he's pressing soft kisses to your temple, murmuring how pretty you’ll look all round carrying his little brat- that everyone is going to stare at you.

His smirk widens when strangers stare at your swollen stomach months later, his hand possessively splayed across your belly.

“Toldja.”

[dark-and-kawaii]

Good soup <333 favorite

[cumchiato]

୨୧ ― Sukuna's tatted hand is tangled in your hair, fingers fisted tight enough to make your scalp burn, wrenching your head back at an angle that has your spine curved like a bow. Your face is smushed into his rumpled dorm bedsheets- drool pooling beneath your slack mouth, mascara smeared across the cotton, tears and snot mixing into a pathetic mess.

“HHNNGGHH-! NNGHH-! AH, AH, AHHHN-“

Your moans are muffled by the mattress, garbled and broken, punctuated by the sound of Sukuna's hips slamming against your upturned ass. He's fucking you like he hates you -or maybe like he owns you- each stroke punching deep enough to kiss your cervix, his heavy balls swinging forward to smack your swollen clit with every impact.

“Louder,” he grunts, sweat dripping from his brow onto your arched back, “Want the whole floor to hear how pathetically desperate you are.”

“MMMPHH-! S'KUNA-! S'KUNAAAA-!!”

His free hand cracks down on your ass, the SMACK echoing through the room, leaving a perfect red handprint blooming across your jiggling cheek. You wail, cunt clenching involuntarily around his thick shaft, and he laughs- a beautifully dark and cruel laugh.

“Squeezing me already? We're just getting started.”

Neither of you hear the door open.

There, framed in the doorway, stands Gojo Satoru -Sukuna's unfortunate roommate-frozen mid step with a physics textbook clutched to his chest like a shield.

“Sukuna have you seen my-“

His beautiful blue eyes -stunning even behind those thick rimmed glasses- go wide as he processes the scene before him. Sukuna. On the bed. Balls deep in some girl, fucking her so hard the cheap bedframe is creaking against the wall. The wet schlck of her soaked pussy getting absolutely ruined filling the room, followed by broken, sobbing moans…

Oh my god. Oh my GOD.

Gojo's mouth opens. Closes. Opens again. No sound comes out.

And then you lift your head.

Just slightly -Sukuna's grip loosening for a fraction of a second as he adjusts his angle- and your tear streaked, fucked stupid face turns toward the door. Tongue lolling out. Eyes rolled back so far the whites show. Drool connecting your lips to the sheets in shiny strings.

Gojo's heart stops.

That's-

He knows you.

He's seen you. Curled up on the common room couch with Toji, sharing a blanket, stealing bites of his ramen while he pretended to be annoyed. Laughing at Toji’s terrible jokes. Wearing his oversized hoodies.

That's Toji’s girlfriend.

“The door” Sukuna grunts, hips never faltering, “was locked for a reason, four eyes.”

“S-Sukuna-“ Gojo's voice cracks, strangled.

Sukuna doesn't stop. Doesn't even slow down. He just turns his head- slowly, lazily, like a predator acknowledging prey that poses zero threat and grins.

“Like what you see?” Sukuna's smirk is practically audible as he pulls out slowly -you whimper at the loss- giving Gojo a full, glistening view of his cock, veins pulsing, slick with your arousal. Then he slams back in, punching another scream from your lungs.

“I-I-“ Gojo stammers, textbook slipping from nerveless fingers.... He should leave. He should definitely leave. But his feet are rooted to the floor, and his cock is hardening traitorously in his sweatpants, tenting the fabric in a way that's impossible to hide. Fuck fuck fuck-

“I- you- she's-“ Gojo's brain is short circuiting, glasses fogging from the sudden heat of the room. His eyes dart between Sukuna's sweat slicked torso, your arched back, the obscene gape of your pussy every time Sukuna pulls out to the tip before slamming back in, “That's Toji’s girlfriend!”

“Is she?” Sukuna's voice drips with mock innocence. His tatted up hand tightening in your hair, yanking your head up so Gojo can see your face clearly. Can see the way your eyes have glazed over, pupils blown wide with need, any trace of shame long since fucked out of you, “Could've fooled me. She's been my personal cocksleeve for months now.”

“Wha- months?!”

You moan- high, desperate, shameless and push your hips back against Sukuna, chasing his cock like your life depends on it, “AAAHHHH-! OH GOD-! S-Sukuna, he's- he's watching-“

Gojo makes a choked sound. She's- she's not even trying to-

“I know.” Sukuna's red eyes lock onto Gojo's frozen form, “Isn't that the point?” He yanks your hips up higher, so Gojo can see everything -the way your puffy lips stretch around his girth, the creamy ring of arousal at his base, the way your clit throbs with every impact. “Come closer, Satoru. Get a real look at how a pussy should be fucked.”

I should leave, Gojo thinks frantically, even as his feet carry him two steps closer. I should definitely leave. This is insane. This is- I should turn around and walk out and pretend I never saw this. I should tell Toji. I should- His hand drifts unconsciously toward his straining erection-

“Don't touch yourself,” Sukuna snaps, and Gojo's hand freezes mid air, “You don't get to cum. You get to watch. Learn something, virgin.”

Gojo doesn't move.

“I can see your dick twitching from here. Poor pathetic virgin, watching his roommate ruin another man’s girl. Getting off on it. Tragic.”

Gojo's face flames scarlet. His hand shoots down to cover the obvious tent in his sweatpants, humiliation burning through him- but he still doesn't leave.

Toji’s going to kill him, Gojo thinks wildly. Toji’s going to find out and literally murder him on campus.

Sukuna slams back into you so hard the bed screeches across the floor, “-pay attention, looser.”

What follows is the most deviant lesson of Gojo Satoru's life.

He watches the entire time- glasses steamed, cock throbbing, shame weighing heavy in his chest as Sukuna fucks you through orgasm after orgasm. Sukuna even flips you over and makes you ride him reverse cowgirl so Gojo can see everything- the way his thick cock splits your pussy open, the way your creamy slick drools down his shaft, the way your stomach bulges slightly every time he bottoms out.

“Look at him,” Sukuna commands, gripping your jaw and turning your head toward Gojo, “Look at the pathetic little nerd jerking off to you getting bred.”

Gojo's hand is in his pants now... He doesn't remember putting it there…

You look at him -eyes glazed, mouth hanging open, utterly fucked stupid and smile, D-Does it feel good... Gojo-kun?”

He cums in his pants like a goddamn teenager after hearing your sweet voice… shit…

Sukuna laughs until he's breathless, then flips you onto your back again and fucks his own orgasm out of himself, painting your insides white while Gojo watches with a hand still wrapped around his softening cock.

“Haaaahhh… hahhhh…” You twitch and moan through the aftershocks, feeling his seed pump into your womb in thick, pulsing ropes. It's so much. Too much. It starts leaking out around his cock immediately, dripping in a creamy river onto his ruined bedsheets.

Sukuna pulls out slowly, a thick pearlescent strand of cum connecting his softening cock to your ruined, gaping hole. Your pussy clencheson nothing, pushing out more of his seed in a slow, obscene drool that patters onto the floor.

He turns to his roommate, not even bothering to wipe himself off, “clean ups on the bed.” Sukuna nods toward where you're still slumped, trembling, cunt exposed and dripping, “And Satoru?” He tucks himself back into his sweats, utterly unbothered, magnificently bored, “Next time, knock.”

He saunters out, and the door clicks shut.

Silence.

Just your ragged breathing and Gojo's sharp, pants filling the room.

Gojo doesn't move. Still stuck where he’s at admiring your glistening body- damp hair plastered to your face… the way your legs tremble…

Leave, he screams at himself. Fucking LEAVE. But… what if she needs help…?

His feet carry him forward, right to where you’re at.

One step. Two. Three.

You lift your head weakly from the bed, still trembling, mascara smeared down your cheeks, lips swollen and slick with drool. Your eyes -glazed, fucked out- find his.

You don't tell him to stop, don’t tell him to get out… you just wait and see what happens.

“He said...” Gojo's voice cracks, barely a whisper. His cock stirs to life again painfully in his soaked sweatpants, the wet patch at the front growing. He's so hard it hurts, harder than he's ever been in his pathetic virgin life, “He said clean up was on the bed…”

What the fuck am I saying, he thinks wildly, what the FUCK am I- she’s Toji’s- Sukuna’s? She isn’t my responsibility-

You shift on the bed, spreading your shaky thighs wider until more of Sukuna's cum oozes from your gaping cunt. Your swollen clit pulses visibly, still engorged, still needy.

“Then clean me,” you breathe.

Gojo drops to his knees so fast his bones crack against the floor next to the bed.

Oh god oh god oh god- His hands shake as they grip your thighs, pushing them further apart and bringing you closer to the edge until he's eye level with your pussy now, close enough that the musk of sex and Sukuna's cum fills his nostrils… until it makes his head spin. She's so- it's so- I can see inside her- she's still clenching- there's so much cum-

“I've never-“ he chokes out, face burning, “I don't know how to-“

“Lick.”

He licks.

His tongue drags a hot, wet stripe from your dripping hole to your throbbing clit, and the taste of you, mixed with him, salt and musk and sweet- explodes across his tongue. You keen, hips bucking against his face, and Gojo moans like he's the one being touched.

“Nnghh- f-fuck- more- G-Gojo- get it all- please-“

He buries his face in your cunt.

Lapping at your folds, sucking Sukuna's cum from your twitching hole, tongue fucking into you to chase every drop. His nose grinds against your oversensitive clit and you cry out so prettily, fingers fisting in his white hair, shoving his face harder against you.

“J-just like- oh god- just like that-“

She tastes so good, Gojo thinks deliriously, even with his cum- especially with- I'm eating his cum out of her- I'm- His hips rut pathetically against nothing, I'm so fucked. I'm so fucking fucked.

“Ahhhn- right there- suck my clit- s-suck it-“

He obeys. Like the good boy he is.

Wrapping his lips around your swollen bud, sucking hard, tongue flicking rapidly- sloppy and inexperienced and desperate to please. Your thighs clamp around his head, muffling his whimpers, and his hands grip your ass to pull you tighter against his mouth.

“Good boy,” you gasp, and Gojo sobs against your pussy, hips jerking, “Such a good- nnghhh- good little clean up boy- eating his cum right out of me-“

“Mmmph- mmhhnn-“ He can't respond, mouth too full of your cunt, but his cock leaks in his sweats, another spurt of precum joining the mess.

The door opens.

“Shit I forgot my wallet-“

Sukuna stops.

Gojo freezes, face still buried between your thighs, Sukuna's cum smeared across his lips and chin.

Sukuna's eyes take in the scene- his roommate on his knees, face deep in the pussy he just bred, glasses askew, sweatpants tented once more and soaked…

“Well, well.” He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, smirking, “Maybe you're not completely useless after all, four eyes.”

I'm going to die, Gojo thinks, He's going to kill me. I'm going to-

“Did I say you could stop?”

Gojo's tongue resumes its work against your sloppy cunt until you throw your head back and moan.

Sukuna watches, pulling out his phone.

Click.

…

That night, Toji texts Gojo: Hey man, have you seen my girlfriend around? She's not answering her phone.

Gojo stares at the message for a long, long time.

He doesn't respond

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୨୧ — "Keep holding onto that stupid stuffed animal," Sukuna snarls, forcing your thighs wider with no regard for your trembling muscles. The seam of his pants grinds into your swollen clit as he aligns himself, fully clothed while you're left bare, undone beneath him. He flashes you a grin, "I want you to ruin it- drown it in your tears while i remind you what this pretty body was made for."

Your grip tightens on the Hello Kitty plush, nails biting into it's cotton face as your wet lashes blink up at him. His cock slips back into your cunt, stretching you around the previous load he'd already left inside.

"m'too full," You whimper, "gonna- gon' burst- please-"

"Shut up." he growls, teeth grazing your jaw. His thrusts start sharp- hard enough to make your breasts jiggle with each smack of his hips. His pace is unrelenting- like he's trying to beat his cum deeper into you with each snap forward. You feel a little bit of it spill out each time he pulls out, only to have it squish back in alongside more, "You're pathetic, but fuck-" Sukuna's teeth sink into the tender spot below your ear, "this pussy makes up for everything.

Your sobs fill the room, swallowed by the now damp plush clutched to your face, your teeth digging into its worn material as the tip of his cock beats into your cervix- "s'ho full- s'too big! nngh-!" you hiccup, your belly slightly bulging where the fat head of his cock attempts to stretch your womb.

"Fuck... I can see it again" he croons, pressing a thumb to the slight swell of your belly, "almost feel bad for the next poor bastard-" Sukuna laughs lowly, "he won't be able to fill you half as good."

There won't be a next guy. He'd fucking make sure of it- not when you looked so perfect, so needy with him, crying his name in your sweet little voice. But you don't need to know that. Don't need to know he'll be keeping an eye out, waiting for some other schmuck to get handsy and let his guard down long enough for Sukuna to slip a hand around his neck and drag him to the nearest dark alley... or an abandoned building. Whichever is closest at the time.

The fairy lights above cast a soft glow over your writhing form as he uses you roughly, degrading words falling from his lips between harsh grunts. Your glossed lips part around desperate moans as he hits that spongey spot deep within you- the one that has you squeezing tighter around his dick.

"That’s it- squeeze me," he grunts, one hand yanking your hair until your throat arches, the other locking around your waist as he dips his head low, tongue sliding across your tear damp cheek. "Look at you, mascara running down your face, lip gloss smeared everywhere," he taunts, yanking your head to force eye contact. "Such a pretty little mess-" his pretty little mess... "Bet you can't even count how many times I've filled this greedy cunt today."

You shake your head pitifully, proving him right as hot tears streak your flushed face, dampening the plush toy more. Every roll of his cock inside you wrings out another ragged cry until speech is impossible- just broken pleas.

Sukuna chuckles, the sound almost affectionate if not for the cruelty glinting in his red eyes, "That's right, numbers are too hard for that empty head," he mocks, "just focus on taking my cock like a good little bimbo. It's all you're good for anyway." Its not... And he hates that- how you managed to worm your way under his skin and make him want more. Want you. Forever.

He pulls out with a groan, watching the thick string of his cum connect the two of you- watching the way your pussy struggles to keep his prior loads in. His hand strokes his length, squeezing and twisting along the fat vein that runs along the underside before smearing the head of his cock through your folds, pressing at your entrance.

A moan escapes him at the sight of his cockhead stretching your abused hole- he looks down at you, gaze hooded, "How many more do you think it will take? Before I fuck you pregnant."

Well shit… where the hell did that come from? His eyes widen a fraction- caught off guard by his own admission. His jaw ticks as he stares at you, silently willing you to speak. To say something, anything, instead of looking at him with those wide, glassy eyes.

Your fingers flex around the plush, a soft noise escaping your throat, and Sukuna wonders if you even heard him.

You did.

But it didn't sound right- no. He couldn't mean it- guys like him don’t actually want girls like you, much less knock them up. Right?

So then why is he looking at you like that? Like he's daring you to call him on his bluff.

You open your mouth- wanting to say something, but nothing comes out… instead you lie there trembling, still clutching the tear stained Hello Kitty plushie when something unexpected happens.

Sukuna's rough hand comes up to cup your face, thumb brushing away some of your smeared makeup with surprising gentleness. "Stupid woman," he grumbles…

You blink up at him in confusion through clumped lashes, your lip gloss stained mouth parting in surprise when he actually leans down to press a kiss to your forehead. "Don't get the wrong idea," he growls, but his fingers are threading through your tangled hair almost soothingly. "It’s just a kink of mine."

Six months later, you're standing in the ice cream aisle, one hand on your rounded belly as you debate between chocolate chip cookie dough and strawberry ice cream… Sukuna stands beside you, arms crossed, looking thoroughly bored by your indecision, like always.

You're about to reach for the strawberry when you notice him toss something into the cart behind you. Turning around, you blink in surprise at the soft pink Hello Kitty plushie now sitting among your groceries.

"Sukuna?" you ask, confusion clear in your voice as you look up at him. You thought he hated this sort of stuff- he'd certainly made enough comments about your "ridiculous obsession" over the months.

He catches your stare and tsk's in annoyance, a faint flush creeping up his neck, "What? I saw you staring at the ugly thing when we passed the toy section," he grumbles, shoving his hands deeper into his pockets… "Figured you wanted it for the nursery or whatever."

Your heart does a little flip, but before you can say anything sweet, he continues with a scowl, "This brat better have better taste than you," he mutters, but his hand comes to rest protectively on your lower back- guiding you toward the checkout, "Now come on, let's get home."

Turns out it wasn't just a kink after all.

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