in which i share how i think husband!jjk men would apologize to wife!reader
featuring - gojo satoru, suguru geto, kento nanami, toji fushiguro, and ryomen sukuna
fem reader, nsfw content, mdni
satoru's the type of guy to get you a big, glittery boquet of your favorite flowers and lean against the door frame with that cocky, obnoxious, sexy grin. because he knows you can't be mad at him for long.
"im sorry, baby." he coos, grabbing your wrist and pulling you back when you try and turn your back.
"let me make it up to you, okay?"
and he does. he takes you to the most expensive hotel in the area, flexing both his wealth and you. he compliments you on how you look, and not just because he's sorry, but because you're genuinely the sexiest woman he's ever laid his eyes on. his tongue runs over his lips as he admires you're figure, from the curve of your nose to your beautiful legs.
he opens the car door for you, driving you back home. one hands on your thigh one hand steering the car. he glances at you every now and then, pouting silently as you still gave him silent treatment.
only one way to make it up now.
as soon as you're in the confines of your home, satoru slips your pretty dress off of you before undressing himself. he climbs on the bed and relaxes onto the headboard, waiting for you. he makes it up by letting you use him. you ride him at your pace, grind against his face, bite at his shoulder, carve scratches into his back, squirt all over him.
and satoru doesn't say a thing. matter of fact, he made not a single noise besides moans. and when you're done wringing his cock out, he pulls you into a warm cuddle, fallng asleep with his face in your tits, muttering a small i love you
suguru's the type of guy to make you coffee and breakfast the next morning, sliding it across to you when you get to the kitchen. he slept in the guest bedroom that night and the lack of comfort was obvious in his eye bags. he watches as you eat the food silently, a small smile on his lips as your face contorts at how good the food.
when you're done eating and washing your dishes, he'll wrap around you from behind, tucking his nose into your neck and pulling you back against him.
"how'd you sleep?" he'd ask with his husky morning voice. "i'm sorry about last night, by the way."
and you'd forgive him, because that breakfast was too good and his hold was too warm. yet, he can tell you're still a little upset as the day goes on. he sees the way you click your tongue or how u frown for just a moment.
so he does what knows would fix things best. he has you sprawled out on the couch, legs pushed up to you shoulders while his tongue explores you. he licks, sucks and fucks you with his tongue, slurping up your every moan and whimper. and when you're done and he's a satisfied man, he'll wipe his mouth with the back of his hand and pat your pussy.
"thanks for the meal, baby. can't you forgive me now?"
you forgive him, alright.
toji's the type of guy to not say sorry. partially because you're always sort of pissed at him so he doesn't even know what he's done wrong this time but also because whatever it is, he strongly believes it was done for a reason (it usually isn't).
but, he's the type of guy to sleep in the same bed as you, wrapped tight against your back with arm thrown of your waist. he's the type of guy to still wash your back for you in the shower. he's the type to still help you shave your armpits and pussy. he's the type of guy to come stroke your feet and massage your legs when youre sitting on the couch. he's the type of guy to stroke your hair while you sleep.
he's the type of guy to not say sorry and endure the silent treatment for days. but when time comes and he has to leave the house for a few hours, he'll glare at you by the door as he waits for his 'bye-bye kiss'.
"how long do ya want me standin' here for?" he grumbles, arms crossed.
you huff and attempt to scurrying past him but he grabs you by your jaw, turning your face towards his and smashing your lips together. it's rough, desparate, sloppy. your hands involuntatily pull him closer and his hands slide underneath your shirt.
when he pulls back, both your lips are swollen. you still have a scowl on your lips, to which he grunts. he grabs your cheeks squishing them placing another kiss — way gentler, this time — on your lip.
"get rid of that attitude by the time i get home, brat."
and he mutters something that sounds suspiciously like an "i love you" before he heads out.
sorry never really was a part of his vocabulary. and honestly, he thinks you look drop dead gorgeous when you yell up at him, hands on your hips, looking all tiny in his oversized shirt. you don't realize he's not taking you seriously until you notice the grin spreading across his annoyingly beautiful face. grumbling, you storm away in anger, ignoring him since.
now, ryomen find its sexy when you yell but he finds it infuriating when you ignore him. he hasn't been cooked his meals today, you didn't oil his hair before his shower, you didn't do his skincare or put on a face mask at night and you slept in your own clothes, not his. and most importantly, in his opinion, you didn't peck him all over his face and fall asleep in his chest.
and yes, he finds it "annoying" when you do all those things but it's even more annoying when you dont. he glances at your resting figure, grumbling.
"damn it, woman, i know you're not asleep." he huffs.
you don't move or say anything. he grumbles again. he flips you over, his body hovering over you with a glare. his hands work to tug your clothes off and you don't resist because even if you wont admit it, you missed him.
within seconds he's got you in a mean mating press, his veiny, meaty cock thrusting into you. he watches how he slides in and out of you, groaning at the sight. his lips are on your neck, sucking and leaving flutters of hickeys.
"hard to ignore me now, isn't it?" he grunts and picks up the pace.
he finishes inside of you, not bothering to pull out. he watches as you leak his warm cum, licking his lips. after you've calmed down, he kissed your forehead and uses your clothes to wipe you down. he tosses you his shirt and pulls on his sweats, laying back and waiting for his nightly routine.
just as suspected, you pull his shirt over your bare body crawl up to him, peppering his face with kisses and falling asleep in his chest.
kento is the type of guy to say sorry out obligation. not because he believes what he did was wrong, but because he knows the rules to a happy marriage — happy wife, happy life. and he loves nothing more than seeing you happy.
so after a gruesomely hectic work day, instead of taking a relaxing shower to relieve some stress, he takes you out to dinner to make it up ro you.
he pulls out the chair for you at the table. theres expensive wines, bright candles and vibrant roses spreading across the table under the dim lights. his eyes trail over you and he can feel his pants tighten slightly. how the hell did he bag you? he compliments you with a charming smile and a kiss to your hand. his eyes trail over the big, glistening rock on your middle finger before he runs a thumb over it.
"im sorry, love." he sighs against the soft skin of your hands.
during dinner, he lets you order as much as you want even though he knows you were doing it to be petty and you definetly wont finish it all. and he pays for it without a single complain. on the walk back to the car, he kisses your hair and opens the...
but instead of letting you get in first, he does. he sits with his legs spread wide and invites you in with a small flick of his wrist. before you know it, you're riding him in the back seat. he kisses up you jaw, holding you elegant dress around you waist, guiding you as you bounce on his girthy length.
"forgive me, darling." he says in your ear shakily. "please."
and how can you even think of saying no?
note: i had sm fun writing this omlll. not proofread
