A Pledge To Keep, ch. 6
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: 9.6k
dividers by: @petalpxl | series masterlist | art i commissioned by @495lz | part five
When you wake up, it’s to strong arms wrapped protectively around you, keeping your body snug against a warm chest as light rhythmic breaths fanned across your neck. Every attempt at sitting up ended with you being yanked back down and held tighter than before, a grunt of protest vibrating down your spine.
Memories of last night come rushing in, the way Sukuna held you so softly in his arms as he made love to you, confessed his love to you. Your mind still could not compute that the Ryomen Sukuna loved you. You had broken through the walls he built around his heart all those years ago, reminded him that love didn’t have to be rough and that it could be found in the rarest of places with people you’d least expect.
You had unleashed the big softie that was hidden underneath his hard exterior of scowls and rage that he wrapped himself in to protect the young boy who was still angry at being abandoned. You were experiencing a side of Sukuna that most people never had and the thought of being a part of something so exclusive, filled your mind with possessive thoughts.
He was so gentle last night, taking you until you both could barely move, dropping to the bed from pure exhaustion. He even ran you a bath after, helping wash your hair and scrub your body with such delicacy that you cried because he wasn’t just telling you that he loved you but making an effort to show it.
Your giggles fill the room when he flips you to lie on your back and settles his large body over yours, naked hips tucked between your legs and keeping his chest pressed against yours. Neither of you put on clothes after your bath, Sukuna claiming he couldn’t sleep without feeling your skin. One of his hands was on your hip and the other was holding himself over you. You couldn’t move even if you wanted to.
Not that you did, you were right where you wanted to be.
“Going somewhere sweetheart?”
He’s smiling down at you with sleepy eyes and your heart stutters because he looks ethereal with the morning light hitting his face, so soft even with his tattoos, so completely yours. You reach a hand up to caress his face and the way his breath hitches has you smirking knowingly.
You had Sukuna wrapped around your pretty little finger.
“Never.” You whisper, arms coming up to wrap around his neck, eyes burning into his red ones so intimately you felt you might combust.
A satisfied rumble vibrates through his chest, his eyes trailing to your lips before he’s placing his forehead to yours. The morning sun is shining through the room and the way his eyes glow a little brighter sends flutters through your body. The domesticity of this moment has your heart thumping, realizing just how unusual this is for Sukuna, the man who took what he wanted and moved on.
Yet here he was with you, holding you like he was afraid to let go, like if he loosened his grip just a little you would disappear.
“You’re staring.” His voice was angelic, rough with lingering sleep and he was staring through your soul, eyes locked on yours like you were the only person in the world. Like he was committing this moment to memory.
“Hmm, I am-” Your voice cracked as tears started to blur your vision and before you could give him a chance to comment on it, you pulled him down and pressed your lips against his. Losing yourself in this moment, savoring every second you were with him because Sukuna was clearly in love but you were hopelessly devoted. Foolishly lost to his existence.
The kiss was extra soft, soul crushingly desperate in the way you clung to him. Every emotion you couldn't put into words poured into it instead. Every day you spent hiding your feelings for him came spilling out into one singular kiss. All the love that you had no idea what to do with, you gave it all to him.
When he finally pulled back to catch his breath, not you but him, his eyes were shining and his lips were red and glossy with your spit. You even noticed the purple marks on his neck, generous gifts you gave him last night as a reminder that he was yours. He looks thoroughly claimed.
“I love you.” You can’t help but to say it again and the way his smile softens, the joke written on his tongue dissolving into adoration. His body pressed flush against yours, the feel of his bare chest burning through your skin.
“I know.” He nuzzles his nose against yours, breathing your air and it sends chills through your body. A tear escapes and slides down your face before you can stop it. Fuck, you were so gone. “I love you too, baby. Love you so much.”
It had been a very long time since Sukuna was able to take a true full breath. One not riddled with childhood trauma, one that actually made him feel like he was alive and human again. He almost felt it when his daughter was born but he had still been accepting the fact that he was a father so his body denied him that relief. And what a breath of fresh air it had been when he told you he loved you and you said it back.
You fucking said it back and said it again the next day, no sign of doubt in your honey laced voice and Sukuna might as well have died and went to heaven. That uncommon feeling of insecurity that had him in a chokehold, the idea that you somehow didn’t feel the same, had dissolved in the matter of seconds just by hearing three little words.
He would have laid in bed with you all day but he promised to pick up your shared daughter before practice, giving you time to cram in some last minute studying before he was gone most of the day.
Sukuna had told you that after practice he had some frat obligations to carry out but that wasn’t entirely truthful. Sure, he did have to stop by the fraternity but that was only to tell them that he was out. His priority no longer lied with his chosen brothers but to the family he had pledged his life to, the only pledge worth keeping.
Gojo’s response had only been to smile and say: “About damn time bro.”
He also had another stop to make, nothing too big, just going ring shopping with the only person that knew you probably better than he did. Nanami. The man immediately agreed when Sukuna told him his plans to propose to you at practice, and now that they were standing in a jewelry shop, the pink haired giant began to panic.
What if you didn’t want to get married? He remembered the conversation with Nanami when you told him you were pregnant and he hinted at Sukuna marrying you. You had specifically said “What makes you think I want to get married?”
What if there was still truth to that? Sure, you had said that you loved him but people loved others all the time without wanting to tie themselves to their partner legally. Doubt, another foreign feeling to him, pooled in his stomach and twisted until he felt nauseous. You had reduced him to a coward and he hated it. Since when had Sukuna been afraid of rejection? If a girl denied him, he respected their wishes and moved onto the next. There was a long line of women throwing themselves at him, he never had time to sulk over it.
But they weren’t you and this was far from some drunken one night stand. You were the woman who made him a father, who he wanted to share a last name with, who slowly tore down that brick wall guarding his heart. Piece by piece, layer by layer until he was left bare and confessing the embarrassing amount of love he held for you.
Fuck it. He was already here, might as well get the fucking thing over with.
The store was humming with soft classical music as Sukuna stood stiffly beside Nanami, hating every second of this. Wishing he was home with you and his daughter, locked away in your own little domain where only you three existed.
“You seem nervous. There’s no need to be, (name) isn’t a very picky person, it’s really the thought that counts.”
Before Sukuna could deny it, tell his possibly soon to be brother in law that he didn’t know what the fuck he was talking about, a sales associate approached with a bright smile plastered on their face and Sukuna instantly had a headache.
“Welcome! Are we shopping for anything special today?” His overly enthusiastic smile pissed Sukuna off, which was ridiculous because he knew others' happiness shouldn’t annoy him, even if it was clearly fake as hell.
“An engagement ring and we don’t need help.” He answers flatly, ignoring the way the salesman’s eyes widened before he cools his expression into a practiced calm, staring nervously up at the 6 '5, tattooed college student who was sporting a glare that warned the man to fuck off.
Nanami’s giving Sukuna a scathing look, but he can’t see it because he’s too busy looking at the display of rings (why the fuck were there so many?) but he can feel the disappointment seeping from him.
“Of course sir! Apologies, please let me know if you need anything at all. I’d be glad to help.” And he’s sprinting to brother someone else and Sukuna is glad because while he may have softened for you and his child, and in extension tolerated Nanami, that kindness didn’t apply to strangers.
“You’re truly an asshole dude.” Nanami seethes while pinching the bridge of his nose, red creeping up his neck.
Sukuna almost laughs, almost. Instead he settles on a smirk because you would hate it if you found out they were arguing after growing closer during your pregnancy. Sukuna was being good for you, changing for you.
“Good thing I’m not marrying you.”
Nanami ignores the comment because he would rather literally explode than be stuck with Sukuna for the rest of his life. He was here for you and because he knew his teammate would fuck this up without him.
Sukuna starts moving around the shop, his annoyance growing because everything he pointed out Nanami claimed you wouldn’t like. Everything Nanami pointed out, Sukuna criticized.
“No. Absolutely not. Too small. Too ugly. What the fuck is that?”
A woman nearby gives Sukuna a scandalous look at the last comment and Nanami pretends not to know him. He can’t imagine how his friend looks right now in the eyes of someone who didn’t know him, hat on backwards and dressed in a compression shirt that showed how his muscles flexed as his anger grew. Red eyes blazing, mouth turned downward and his face set in a permanent sneer.
Sukuna was truly scary. What on earth did you see in him?
“What’s your budget?” He asks as they move to a different display case. These ones seem a little more up your alley, though the price tags had him sweating. Nanami could remember a conversation you had as children where you said your ideal ring was a blue ring pop and while these weren’t the candy you loved back then, they damn near matched in size.
Sukuna deadpans him and Nanami’s cheeks turn a light tint of red. He sometimes forgot that the Itadori’s had enough money to buy half the country if they wanted to.
“Right, I forgot. Trust fund baby.”
Sukuna didn’t have a budget. He wasn’t reckless with money after receiving his inheritance, he typically lived very frugally for someone of his background. The only times he’d ever really splurged was on his car, shopping for his daughter, the apartment he bought you, and apparently now.
The ring he was eyeing was ridiculously expensive, nearly ¥6,409,720 and it was huge as fuck, likely to swallow your finger. It was perfect, exactly what Sukuna was looking for and Nanami actually agreed. He wanted to be sure no one would miss the way it sat pretty on your finger, telling the entire world that you were his.
“That one.”
It’s May now. Graduation is coming up and Sukuna has been in full blown soccer mode the past month, the sport consuming his life. He’s barely had time to think let alone propose to you and he bought that fucking ring weeks ago. Between classes, games, and parenting, it seemed like he couldn’t get a moment to himself.
Your baby just turned ten weeks, a little over two months old now and the pride and joy of yours and Sukuna’s life. The tiny newborn was now a chunky infant with round cheeks and an ever changing face that resembled you more and more each passing day. Sukuna told you how perfect that was, that now there were two of you that he could love and spoil.
She was smiling a lot more, staring too now that her visual tracking was improving. One night you had been typing away at your laptop, baby strapped in her bouncer as you worked on your final paper for your philosophy class.
When she made a sound you looked down at her just to find she had already been staring at you and your heart stuttered. Your daughter was Sukuna’s reflection but you were starting to make out your own features in her, like how she had your eye shape but his color, hair texture closer to yours but his red. She was becoming a true split of her parents.
You were going back on campus a lot more now too, especially since your parents decided that they lived too far away and would be moving closer to you. Closer as in a five minute walk away and you were grateful. They were beyond smitten with your daughter, commenting on how she did look like her father but they could see their old friend in her too and how symbolic it was that she shared a name with her late grandmother.
Today was game day. The weather was actually warm enough that you didn’t need a jacket, though your daughter was still slightly bundled in pink against your chest, tucked securely in her carrier. You thanked God that Sukuna had brought your baby protective headphones because the stands were loud, students and families filling in to support their loved one on the field. Nearby freshmen were chanting and the game hadn’t even started yet.
You adjusted your daughter’s headphones before pulling her tighter against your chest. She was up today, curious eyes trying their best to look around with her face pressed against your body. And while she was looking at the hundreds of new faces and bright lights, you were focused on the field, looking for a head of pink hair that had stolen your heart all those months ago.
You and your parents had gotten there early enough to get a front row seat so it would be easier for him to find you. Jin had even come with little Yuji who insisted on sitting next to his baby cousin. What you didn’t know was that Sukuna could find you in a room of a thousand.
He was currently on the field talking strategy with Nanami and his teammates. The game was about to start when he looked to the crowd and immediately spotted you. His stomach was flipping again but it did that every time he saw you and while he had grown used to it, it was different this time.
There you were, wearing a jersey that had his team’s colors, hair pulled behind your head with one of his hats on that had his number, his daughter tucked against your chest. The sight turned into a core memory, the way everyone else blurred and the only thing he could see was you and his baby. It was something he thought you only saw in movies but it was actively happening to him and Sukuna didn’t know what he did to get so lucky.
He was far from the type of guy you’d bring home to meet your parents. He wasn’t kind, had a terrible past of using people to get what he wanted, the reputation he built during his frat days not something one would be proud of and yet here he was. Staring at his future wife and his child, sitting in the stands wearing his colors, your face scrunched up and eyes squinted as you looked for him, just as he did the night he met you.
What a fucking turn of events.
Sukuna starts walking across the field, ignoring his teammates and coach asking where he was going. He had a few minutes before the game and he was craving the taste of your lips. Who cares if he was mid strategy?
When Sukuna reaches the fence separating the bleachers from the field, you’re smiling so bright that it momentarily blinds him as you hold your daughter's bum and stand, moving toward the fence. He’s wearing a cocky grin but Sukuna can feel his heart doing somersaults because you looked so fucking edible, and he was suddenly starving.
He felt the way he did watching you dance at that party nearly a year ago, completely hypnotized and wanting nothing more than to claim you. Only this time it was more than sex, sure he wanted to fuck you until you were creaming on cock but he wanted the world to know that you were his. His mind flashed back to the ring, how it would look on your finger if once you said yes, the smile you would wear looking down at him on one knee.
Once you're close enough, Sukuna reaches an arm over the fence and while being mindful of his daughter, pulls you closer until his lips were hovering just above yours. The way you were wide eyed and fighting back a laugh had his smirk widening, eyes knowing nothing but your face.
“Hi.” He whispered, completely oblivious to the people staring because no one else existed in this moment. It was just you, him and the baby strapped to your chest.
“Hi.” You swallow hard and he notices your attention drifting behind him and for a split second, white hot jealousy courses through his body because he wanted your attention to be solely on him. “Your coach looks like he’s going to murder you.”
He doesn’t acknowledge that because he couldn't care less what his coach thinks, hooking a finger under your chin and turning your head back to him. He could practically feel the heat from your face, your wide glossy eyes doing nothing to help the growing pool of need whirling deep in his chest. You were so beautiful, his perfect future wife.
“Missed you baby.”
And when you laugh his heart leaps, the sound the closest thing someone like him would probably get to experiencing heaven. Fuck, you were too good for him but he was going to selfishly keep you anyways.
“You just saw me this morning.”
“Hmmm, too long.” And before you could respond he’s pressing his lips against yours, the sound of his name being called fading away because the only thing he could hear was the blood rushing in his ears as his lips were lost to yours.
It ended all too soon. He had hesitantly pulled back before he decided the game wasn’t that important, his self control always hanging on a loose thread whenever it came to you.
Before you could stop him, he was reaching over and pulling his daughter from her carrier, paying no mind to the way you scolded him and the whistle his coach was blowing. Sukuna knew he was pissed but he’d deal with that later.
“Ryomen!” You shrieked but he could hear the laughter in your voice. The way you were enjoying this just as much as he was.
“Hey brat.” He’s barely smiling at the baby in his arms, but stars are exploding behind his eyes at the sight of his heart in his hands. She looks so cute with her little headphones, her head so small that they were swallowing her. He’s giving her kisses on the chubby cheeks he’d never admit to becoming obsessed with, relishing in the gummy smile she gave when she recognized her father’s voice.
His coach was calling his name for the nth time followed by a string of curses and Sukuna pulled his daughter close, breathing in her baby scent and giving her a final kiss on the head before tucking her back in her carrier.
With a defeated pout, he’s shooting you a wink and running back to the field.
They won the game that day by a landslide, Sukuna playing a little extra hard just so he could impress you. He was already a beast on the field but a need to gain your praise had burned through him and it led to him scoring most of the goals, even though there were two other forwards on his team.
To celebrate their win, a party was being thrown in their honor but Sukuna had declined, stating he had better plans than getting drunk with people he could hardly tolerate.
Later that night he was standing in front of the mirror in his room, smoothing down his dress shirt, anxiety on ten as his mind ran wild with thoughts that you wouldn’t like his outfit for your date night. Sukuna would fucking die before he wore a suit (we all know he’d wear it if you asked) but he made an effort since tonight was the night he planned on finally proposing to you. He even bought a chain after you mentioned he would look good with gold jewelry, the metal sitting cold against his chest and peeking through the top of his v neck shirt.
The small box was burning a hole through his pant pocket and he hated the look his twin was giving him through the mirror, arms crossed at his chest as he held his gaze behind those stupid glasses. If anyone knew him, it was him and he knew that Jin could probably smell the nervousness on him.
“You’ve changed.”
Sukuna grumbles like an angry old man, pushing his coral hair back and opting to ignore his brother's comment. Unfortunately, Jin wasn’t the type to let things go and Sukuna regretted asking him to babysit.
No one had been able to get under his skin the way his twin did but Sukuna would never admit that Jin also kept him humble. He knew the scared young boy he used to be and even though their personalities differed greatly and his brother never agreed with his fuckboy ways, he had never turned away from him. Sukuna would even admit that Jin was his platonic soulmate, even though he was sure that you were his twin flame.
“I mean it in a good way, idiot. Take it as a compliment, they’ve changed you for the better, you’re less grumpy. It’s refreshing, I missed this version of you.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” It was useless denying it, Jin had experienced every era of his life and the connection they had as identical twins ran deep. Sukuna was far from an open book, to everyone but his wombmate of course.
“You’ve spent the last five minutes making sure your shirt was good enough.”
“I’m making sure I don’t look stupid.” But it was so much more than that because caring what others thought was never a part of Sukuna’s personality and Jin knew that, though he wasn’t about to argue with his brother who was equally as stubborn as he was.
“Sure, Ryomen. We’ll go with that.”
After spending another ten minutes making sure he looked decent enough for you, he finally stepped out of your now shared room and into the living room. Wiping his sweaty palms down his pants, angry that he couldn’t get a hold on his nerves enough to not look like a fool in front of you. Why was he acting like a loser that never interacted with a woman before?
He froze at the sight of you, entire body buzzing with awe because standing before him was his future and you looked like a goddess, entirely out of his league. You were wearing a long sleeved square neck red dress that hugged your postpartum hips perfectly, your hair down and falling over your shoulders. Red gloss spread across your lips and he wondered what you tasted like.
Sukuna could smell the vanilla perfume from across the room. It clouded his senses and helped him drag his feet toward you.
You were looking admiringly at the ground where Yuji was lying on his stomach across from his cousin, watching her with wide eyes and a toothy smile as she did tummy time. Sukuna stole a quick glance before looking back at you.
Just as he was about to speak you turned around and the look you gave him had his tongue tied, the small smile making his head spin. Fuck. Every logical bone in his body told him to compliment you, but he was so lost in your eyes he forgot how to speak. Until Jin ruined it by smacking the back of his head and giving him a look that told him to speak up.
He gave his brother a glare who simply smirked and moved around him so he could sit with the children, picking up his niece and laughing at how Yuji immediately shot up and asked to hold her. Sukuna’s frown disappeared the moment he heard your laugh though. Your hand was covering your mouth and he wanted to scold you for hiding it from him.
Instead he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, face growing hot with nervousness as if he wasn’t balls deep inside of you this morning telling you over and over how much he loved you.
“You look handsome.” You were moving closer and fixing the collar of his shirt, hand trailing to hover over the necklace on his chest but your eyes never left his. Sukuna could feel his cock twitching at your touch, hand coming up to grab your hip and pull you closer.
“Yeah? Tried my best just for you baby.” And he relished in the way your breath hitched, grabbing your hand and bringing it to his mouth to kiss. He let his lips linger for a few seconds, enjoying the feel of your skin against his mouth before you both said your goodbyes and he was walking you out the door.
Sukuna kept his hand on your lower back as he led you toward the restaurant he had reserved the day he bought the ring sitting heavy in his pocket. The closer you got to the building the more confused you became. The parking lot was damn near empty which was unusual for this place and you would know because it was notoriously hard to get a table here.
“Are they closed?” You glance at him but he presses his hand against your back, urging you forward despite the suspiciousness of the situation.
“No.”
“Then where is everyone?” You didn’t think twice about the way he clenched his jaw or the slight tremble in hand as he moved it from behind your back and opened the door for you.
“You ask too many questions.”
You hit his chest, annoyed he wouldn’t answer because they were totally valid questions. It was too dead for a restaurant as popular as this one. You wonder what strings Sukuna pulled to even get a table on such short notice.
“And you’re being weird. What-” The words die on your tongue at the sight staring back at you.
The restaurant was empty, soft music filling the air and all the tables had been removed except for one that hosted two chairs. There were red roses scattered throughout the space, candles flickering in the dim room, the only people there being the staff members that moved with purpose throughout the room.
Your head slowly turns to him as he moves to stand next to you. He’s avoiding eye contact but living with him for so long had given you the ability to tell when he was nervous. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that Sukuna had bought out the fucking resturant.
“Did you-”
“S’not a big deal.” But the way you’re smiling and your eyes are widened in pure shock is.
Your smile shouldn’t affect him as much as it did but Sukuna felt something tightening in his chest and how could anyone blame him for staring when you were that cute? His pretty girl. He was so fucking whipped, it was borderline concerning.
Sukuna was grateful you didn’t push the matter. He just wanted one night that belonged entirely to the two of you. No strangers recognizing him from games. No crying babies, no family members, no school responsibilities demanding your attention.
Just you. For one evening, he wanted you all to himself.
The hostess welcomes you both in and leads you to the table sat near a huge window that overlooked Tokyo’s skyline and the view left you breathless. It wasn’t your first time seeing it but you still hadn’t grown used to the city, having grown up in the outskirts of it. Thousands of stars shined against the darkening sky as the sun disappeared and you turned to point out the sheer beauty to Sukuna, only he wasn’t looking at the view.
He was too busy looking at you and the intensity of his gaze had butterflies shooting straight to your cunt. The way he insisted on looking at you like no other woman existed always left you shy and needy and it didn’t help that he looked so fucking delicous in that outfit. The chain sending your mind racing with truly filthy thoughts.
“Y-you should, ahem, look at the view. It’s b-beautiful.” You felt so fucking stupid, stuttering like a teenager who had a crush on her brother’s older hot friend.
“I am.” He hums and moves closer, shrugging off his leather jacket and laying it on the seat next to you.
You gasp and take a step backward but it didn’t matter because he simply followed you, like a magnet being pulled by metal. He didn’t stop until your back was against the window and he was hovering over you, both arms pressed against the glass and caging you in.
Your panties were starting to grow wet, heart and body melting at the way he was staring at you, red eyes blazing into yours and telling you he wanted you just as much as you wanted him.
“Need you so bad baby, can’t wait.”
Sukuna doesn’t wait for you to respond before he’s dipping his head to run his nose against your neck, inhaling deep and growing rock hard at your scent. Perfume had never made him feel this desperate before but he was hardly ashamed at the hopeless want he felt toward you.
“Sukuna, we’re n-not, mmm, we’re not alone.” You’re pushing at his shoulders and he sighs in annoyance, shooting a scowl at the workers over his shoulder. How fucking stupid could they be?
He was clearly about to fuck you and they were stood there staring like cuck morons. But he didn’t have to say a word because the death glare had done its job and they scattered off. He could feel your shoulders shaking with laughter, his anger instantly dissolving.
“You’re such a meanie.” You tease, hands going to play with the hair at his nape and Sukuna felt the precum oozing into his boxers.
“You still love me though, don’t you baby?” Any joke you were going to make was gone the moment he crashed his lips against yours, your hands tugging tightly at his slick back hair as he pressed himself against you. The way your tits were pressed against his chest felt amazing and made him want more.
You were moaning into his mouth, your tongues clashing as you traded spit and he tasted so fucking sweet, you need more. You take his tongue into your mouth and suck, the taste of mint heavy. You only stop when you feel his fingers lift your dress and brush against your clothed pussy, head thrown back as you moan embarrassingly loud, smacking a hand over your mouth because you would die if anyone other than Sukuna heard how pathetic you were for him.
You two hadn’t even sat down before he was on you like you were a drug he was addicted to. The fact that he hadn’t lost his attraction to you after you birthed his daughter and your body changed, only pulled you deeper in this obsessive force spewing between the two of you. It grew stronger by the day and a normal person might be concerned if their thoughts consisted mostly of him and his touch, but you were far from normal.
He continues his assault on your neck, sucking hard enough to leave a bruise, his fingers pulling your panties to the side and sending you reeling when they finally make contact with your leaking cunt.
Sukuna smirks against your neck, moving his head to nibble on your earlobe. “So wet for me already, pretty. So fucking needy. Tell me what you want.”
His voice vibrates through your body and your hips buck against his hand, demanding more pressure, needing him inside of you. Fuck the foreplay. You pressed a hand to his pants, his rock hard cock twitching at the feel of you, and you squeeze.
Sukuna gasps and groans, grinding into it and leaning his forehead against yours, loose pieces of pink hair falling forward.
“Want you to fuck me, Ryo. Been thinking about it since you left this morning.” Meaning you’ve been thinking about it since he stuffed you full before leaving for his game. It hadn’t even been 12 hours since he last fucked you and already-
He was bending you over the table before you knew it, hiking your dress up and pulling his pants and boxers down. His cock slapped against his stomach, pre-cum leaking from his red tip and trickling down his length. Sukuna usually wouldn’t fuck you without prepping you with his fingers or tongue first, but he needed to take you to clear his mind before proposing to you. And right now his brain was telling him that he needed to be inside of you, filling until you were dripping with his cum.
You cry out when he rubs his length up and down your folds before slamming into you. He bottomed out in one thrust, hands shaking as they gripped your hips and pulled you closer, your ass pressing against his groin.
The sounds coming from you were nasty in the hottest way possible, your wet cunt gripping him so fucking tight and he didn’t give you a moment to adjust, rutting into you and fighting the urge to cum.
“Haaah, it’s too big Ryo, I-I c-can’t take ittt.” You cried out, hands gripping the table so tight you thought it might break it the force you were using to keep yourself upright. Your boobs were swinging, entire body shaking from the way he was pounding into you.
“You can and you will.” He grunts, looking down to watch the way his cock disappears into your sweet pussy, gummy walls squeezing him so fucking good he was actively fighting back his rising orgasm.
You were seeing stars, hips burning from his grip on you, each slam sending cups and plates falling to the ground and shattering. Neither of you cared, too lost in the moment, in the way you fit just perfectly for the other, like you had been sculpted with the sole purpose of molding together.
“Uhhhh Ryo, don’t ss-stop, feels s’good, oh god!” You whined and moved your hips to meet his thrust. That doesn’t last long before he’s squeezing your hips to keep you still and leaning over your body, capturing your lips in a heated kiss.
He moves a hand to squeeze your jaw until you get the hint and open up, tongue sticking out as he spit a glob into your mouth and you swallow like the good whore you were, pussy clenching down hard at the feeling of being totally dominated.
“F-fuck don’t do that. M’not gonna last long baby.” He can feel his balls tightening and he refuses to get off before you do, wrapping his arm around your neck and pulling you until you’re both standing with your chest flat against his back.
That’s when an idea hit him. You loved that view so much right? Before he can think rationally about doing it, he's wrapping both arms around your waist and carrying you to the window, his cock slipping out and you’re too busy with your eyes closed to notice what he’s doing.
Not until he’s setting you down again and bending you over, grabbing your sweaty hands in his and placing them on the window.
“Ryo- w-what are you doing? We can’t, someone will see- OH!” He slams back into you without warning, chuckling at your fucked out state before he continues his relentless attack on your pussy.
Realistically, you were high up enough to where no one would notice you two, which is why he ignored your comment and instead focused on how good you felt gripping around his cock. No matter how much Sukuna fucked you, he would never get used to the feeling of you underneath him, moaning like a good little slut while he split you open on his length.
His perfect soon to be wife and he knew he was never gonna let up on you. Never give anyone else the chance to experience your heaven sent pussy.
“Let them, sweetheart- fuck! Let them see how much I’m gonna fucking fill this perfect cunt up, you want that? Tell me you want my cum, s- say it baby.”
You could barely breathe with the way he was slamming into you, your pussy contracting around him as more of your juices leaked out, coating the base of his cock in a ring of cream. The sight had the man above you spiraling and crying out a guttural moan. The sound making your stomach tighten., the coil snapping.
“Yes! Please, ngghh, please give it to me. Oh god, m’gonna cum!” The pulsing pleasure that ripped through you was red, your fingers curling and digging into the glass as you rode out your orgasm.
Sukuna wasn’t too far behind, thrusting into you like an animal as he desperately chased his high and helped you ride out yours. He gasped when electricity shot through his stomach, toes digging into the soles of shoes as he reached around to wrap a hand around your throat and pull you back to him.
“Fuck- m’gonna cum, pretty.” Just as he’s about to bust a fat nut, you’re pulling your hips away from his and dropping to your knees.
You had given Sukuna oral before, but seeing you on your knees with your tongue sticking out and hands gripping his thighs had him stunned, though he covered it up with a grin.
“Want it on my face this time. Please Kuna?”
Kuna? That was new but Sukuna loved it, grumbling as he grabbed your chin with one hand and his cock with the other.
Instead of responding, he started pumping his cock, squeezing at the tip before dragging it back down to the base. It didn’t take long before he was throwing his head back and shooting a massive load, white, thick ropes of cum spraying from his tip and onto your face, your tongue, your hair.
"Oh fuuucck"
He kept pumping until he was milked dry, a little upset because nothing felt better than breeding you but loving it nonetheless. Once he caught his breath he was biting back a laugh at the sight of you on the ground, covered in his cum. It was a view he would never forget, you had never looked more like his.
He straightens at your glare, helping you off the ground and grabbing a handkerchief from the table. He wiped your face until it was clear then dropped to his knee and tugged at your legs.
“Open.” He mumbled and you did, shaking and trying your best not to pass out when he started wiping between your legs, pulling your panties aside and cleaning you until you were dry enough to stop leaking.
You would definitely need a shower.
“All good?” Sukuna looks up at you and his heart leaps at the way you stare down at him, mouth slightly open and nodding your head yes. Your hair was a mess, dress hanging off one shoulder and face burning in the aftermath of your intense quickie.
You were so beautiful, fucking flawless and he couldn't imagine going a day without you. The ring in his pocket grew heavy, reminding him that now was his chance to bring his desires to fruition. The perfect moment to speak the four words that had been playing in the back of his head since he bought the ring weeks ago.
“You okay?” You’re smiling softly but he can see the concern on your face, your hand coming out to hold his cheek and he can’t help but turn his head and kiss your wrist, eyes never leaving yours.
How would he even ask? Sukuna was never good with words so he’d just have to, for once, let his heart lead him and hope everything didn’t crash and burn. Before he could back out, he was reaching a hand into his pocket and pulling out a velvet red box, looking back up at you as his hand shook.
You were covering your mouth with your hand, eyes wide as tears filled them. This couldn’t be real, you must have gotten fucked so hard that you got put sleep and this was a dream. Tears began to spill, falling from your cheeks and onto the floor.
Here was the man who swore he didn’t do relationships, bounced from woman to woman for years, claiming they were a waste of time and he’d never tie himself to one person. The frat boy whose life consisted of partying, soccer, and sex.
He shifted onto one knee in front of you, grabbing your hand and littering it in kisses before looking back up at you with a terrified smile. For a few seconds he said nothing, eyes squeezing shut as if he was trying to find the right words, but you knew what he was going to say and had to fight yourself from screaming YES.
The silence lingered, the only sound in the restaurant being the music playing but that was a non factor because the only thing you could focus on was the man on the ground in front of you. When he finally exhaled, chills shot through your body and your knees grew weak.
“You know I’m shit at this.” His hand tightens around the box as you give a watery smile, heart going thump thump thump. “But I'm gonna try anyway.”
He kept his eyes on you, thumb rubbing against the back of your hand as a way to ground himself. Remind him that it was just you and him and that you loved him as much as he loved you.
“When I first met you I was an asshole.” He swallowed hard. “I was selfish. Didn't care about anyone but myself. I did whatever I wanted, fucked whoever I wanted and left because it was easier than caring about people.”
Your breath catches but you say nothing.
“Then you happened and I annoyingly started to care. Fuck-” He clears his throat to hide the way his voice was starting to crack. But you don’t judge, simply squeezed his hand and encouraged him to continue.
“That entire summer I thought about you and when you told me you were pregnant I was fucking terrified but there was always a lingering thought that at least now I’d have you in my life for good. I thought it was just because you were carrying the brat, but I started wanting more after she was born.”
“Even while I stupidly denied my feelings toward you, I hated that we were sleeping in separate rooms. I spent every night wishing you were lying next to me, too dumb to actually do anything about it. Then I fucked up trying to be someone I knew I wasn’t anymore and I’m so fucking sorry it took me this long to do this.”
He kisses your hand one more time before pulling away and opening the box, the huge rock taking you aback because you had never owned anything like it before. One look was all it took to know he spent a fortune on it.
“Ryo-”
“Don’t interrupt me, sweetheart.” You snap your mouth shut, letting your smile grow because this was really happening! You felt like throwing up from the rush of excitement, left hand shaking as he grabbed it again.
“I love you. Not just because you gave me my kid even though she’s pretty fucking amazing, but because you reminded me that Iove could be easy.” His voice goes soft.
“I graduate next week and everything’s going to change.” His grip tightened around the ring. Sukuna was surprised at how easy he had been able to express his feelings to you, the words rolling off his tongue like they had always been destined to be spoken.
“I don’t want to spend a moment of my life without you. I don’t care how hard things get as long as I have you by my side.”
Sukuna inhaled shakily, the words at the tip of his tongue. He was actually doing this, no turning back now.
“Will you marry me-”
“Yes!” You sob out your answer before he can fully finish, dropping to the ground in front of him and grabbing his face in your hands, hot tears spilling. “Yes, of course I’ll marry you!”
Sukuna feels the weight of the world lift off his chest, relief flooding his bed because you said yes! “Yeah?”
And you’re nodding, smiling through the water works because you loved him so damn much and now you would be able to truly call him yours. You had achieved the impossible and locked down Ryomen Sukuna.
“Thank fuck. Ring was expensive as shit.”
Graduation day came sooner than Sukuna was prepared for. Four years of bullshit papers, lectures, parties and games all reduced to a few hours, a cap and a gown and a piece of paper waiting for him at the end of the stage.
The morning had started in chaos.
Your daughter who was now almost three months old, decided last night that sleep was optional and had been awake since before dawn. By the time you were dressed and ready to leave, there were burp cloths scattered throughout the apartment, a half-finished bottle sitting on the coffee table, and Sukuna was already complaining about his graduation gown.
You looked up from where you were fastening your daughter's tiny floral headband, smiling to yourself at how cute he looked and how proud you were of him, and you. You had both managed to pass your finals despite being new parents. You were going to be a senior, Sukuna was graduating, and it felt so surreal.
"It looks exactly like everyone else's."
He gives a hmph and you laugh, returning your attention to your daughter who was fast asleep in her carseat while you were actively fighting back yawns. Sukuna watches while you tightened her straps before standing and moving toward him.
His eyes falling to the rock shining on your finger, they always do. His fiancé. He wondered how he got so lucky.
Once you’re close enough, you reach up and adjust the cap on his head and Sukuna is completely smitten. Never growing used to the way you always insisted on taking care of him.
His heart was overflowing with love for you, hands going to your waist to pull you close. He stares for a moment, committing every feature of you to memory, rubbing his thumb against your bottom lip before leaning down and kissing you. Hoping you’d feel every ounce of devotion he held for you.
“Mmm. Love you, fiancé.”
The stadium was packed by the time everyone arrived. Rows upon rows of graduates filling the seats while family members crowded the stands above. You sat beside your parents and Jin and Yuji, your daughter sound asleep in your lap. Yuki was on your right because you two were the only ones from your group not graduating. The tiny white dress your daughter had been dress in had lasted twenty minutes before she spit up on it and now wore her backup outfit.
It was easy to find Sukuna since he towered over everyone, his gown not doing much to hide his broad shoulders. He was laughing at something Gojo said, the white haired man throwing an arm around his shoulders.
You were an hour into the ceremony when your phone buzzed three times. You adjust your daughter in your arms and unlock the screen, instantly smiling because Sukuna was the one blowing you up.
ryo 💍: miss you already ryo 💍: this is fucking dragging ryo 💍: look up
When you do Sukuna is smirking up at you and sending you a wink. You chuckle and look back down at your phone, bottom lip caught between your teeth, ears on fire.
you: be a good boy and stop complaining, you might get a treat. ryo 💍: don’t tease me brat. when has that ever ended well for you?
Eventually they began calling students names and when they finally reached Sukuna, your daughter woke up from the way you were yelling for your man, Jin and Yuji standing tall and cheering with the rest of the crowd. The four year old almost jumping out his father's arms, yelling "UNC KUNA."
Ever the gym rat, Sukuna takes his degree and holds it up, raising his other arm to flex his muscle, face big on the screen and you’re giggling because deep down he was still that frat boy that stole your heart last summer.
What was that saying? You can take the man out of the frat but you can’t take the frat out of the man.
The ceremony eventually ended and chaos followed. Families were flooding onto the floors below, graduates searching for friends, cameras flashing from every angle. Your dress swished side to side as you made your way to your fiance, Yuki had disappeared to find Choso, your parents: Nanami and Jin followed close behind, holding Yuji’s hand tight so he didn’t run away.
When you finally found Sukuna his gown was open, his cap was off and in his hands and he was giving Gojo a hug. A genuine one without a scowl on his face. The brothers whispering a few words to each other before turning to you.
Before you could say a word, Gojo was saying hello and taking his goddaughter from your arms, littering her cheeks in kisses and Sukuna surprisingly said nothing. He was too busy moving toward you, gripping your hips and pulling you close.
“Now we get to spend more time together, kid!” You heard Gojo say but your eyes were locked on Sukuna’s.
“Congra-”
The giant pulled you to him before you could get the word out and kissed you like he hadn't seen you in weeks instead of hours. You sunk into it, wrapping your hands around his neck as he lifted you off the ground and spinned you around.
You laughed against his mouth, heart full and the reality of your life finally hitting you.
Being a mom in your early 20’s had never been a part of your five year plan, least of all with your brother's fratbro, but there wasn’t a thing you’d change about it. You would pick him to be your husband and the father of your child in every timeline, in every life.
There was no one beside Sukuna. Your heart wholly belonged to him, and his belonged to you. Two dumb college students who found love in the most unlikely of places.
Ten years later
Satoro Gojo was sitting behind his desk, reading through papers about a new business his company was buying out when a soft knock filled the room.
He called for the person to come in, setting the papers down, knowing exactly who it was the moment their knuckles touched his door. When she walked in, he smiled and straightened, still finding it hard to believe how his goddaughter had gone from a drooling baby who loved to bite his fingers, to an actual person with thoughts and feelings of her own.
Her hair was pink as ever and she was taller than the average ten year old, her face sporting the same scowl her father always wore. She looked just like his friend, even though her eyes were as soft as yours.
She was dressed in her soccer uniform still, though Gojo had picked her up from practice an hour ago. She had been staying with him for the next two weeks, as you and Sukuna celebrated your anniversary out of the country. Gojo never wanted to have kids of his own, so having her occasionally come over was a blessing he never failed to be thankful for.
“What’s up, kid?”
She hesitated, her frown deepening and his concern skyrocketed. Though the girl's attitude rivaled her father's, the two often bumping heads, she was typically a happy child. A genuine frown on her face was unlike her.
When she didn’t respond, only shrugged, Gojo stood from behind his desk and crossed the room to her. She was far too big now to enjoy being picked up, so he opted for leading her to the couch in the corner of his office, sitting her down and giving her that look. The one that said “speak or no roblox money.”
For a moment she simply stared at her hands, cheek dusted pink as she tried to find her words.
“Do you think my dad loves soccer more than me?”
Gojo’s heart sank. As silly as they were together, the cool uncle who never took life too seriously and always gave her things her parents said no to, he realized she was still just a kid. One who was apparently worried that her father didn’t love her enough.
“Oh, princess. I promise that couldn’t be further from the truth.” He pulled her close, hand stroking her hair as her frown deepened.
Gojo understood where the hurt was coming from. Sukuna had never quit soccer after college, not finding any trouble getting into the leagues and since professionals always had somewhere they needed to be, he ended up missing her school concert last month.
A few dinners here and there, nothing consistent but children noticed everything and it clearly bothered her.
“Then why did he miss my concert for a stupid meeting?”
Damn that man. Gojo thought carefully of what to say because he knew he hadn’t done it on purpose. If there was one thing he knew, it was that no one in this life or the next loved her more than Sukuna did, but parents got busy and sometimes made mistakes.
“Can I tell you a secret?”
She looks up at him with innocent red eyes, head shaking as strings of hair fall from her braid. He loved her so damn much, she was the only kid he’d ever have and he’d do just about anything for her.
"When your dad was in college, he almost got kicked off the soccer team because he left in the middle of strategy to come see you."
Despite her distressed state, a smile slowly appeared. Your smile.
“Now I wasn’t there, but I have it on good authority that he pointed at you every time he scored.” The good word was the gossip that spread after the game and the fact that Sukuna almost punched him when Gojo teased him about it.
He smiled at the memory, a part of him missing the days he shared with his frat brothers.
“I don’t believe you uncle Toru.” She squints her eyes suspiciously, arms crossing at her chest.
“When have I ever lied to you?” Gojo squeezes her shoulder, looking down at her with a small smile.
“Your dad loves a lot of things, kid. Soccer, your mom, being a grumpy asshole.”
That pulls a laugh from her as she nods her head in agreement. Good. All Gojo ever wanted in life was for her to be happy, and to be the second father she could always come to when she was feeling down or unsure about anything.
“But do you know what your dad loves the most?”
She looked up at him, shaking her head from side to side but her eyes were hopeful. Gojo ruffles her hair.
“You.”
He had known Sukuna for a massive chunk of his life, befriending him when they were only in high school. He watched him become a father, a husband, and go from fratboy to a domesticated family man and world known soccer player.
He was sure about one thing when it came to Sukuna, and it was that there was no universe where he’d pick soccer over his family.
When you and your husband finally returned a week later, the little girl wasted no time and crashed herself into her father, tears pouring down her face. The force almost knocked him backward but without hesitation, he caught her. Arms wrapping protectively around her as he chuckled and placed a kiss to the top of her head.
“Hi sweetheart. Missed me that much?”
Gojo watched from the porch with relief. Watched as Sukuna picked up his ten year old daughter, her legs wrapping around his waist and your arms curling around them both.
Some things never changed. Not after two years, not after five, and not after ten. No matter how big she got, she would always be Sukuna’s little girl and he would always love her more than anything in this world.
In the end, you had showed that Ryomen Sukuna does in fact do relationships and he had never been more happy to see his friend proven wrong.
the end.
❦ lisa's note: so this is the end.. i just combined ch. 6 and 7 plus the epilogue into one since they weren't very long and im sad because this series is officially over. i'll be posting the remaining one-shots in between my other fics but for now we're saying goodbye to frat dad kuna. thank you for riding along, I'm blown away at how well received this series was. thank you sm my lovies, there's more to come soon.
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