You arrive at Sukuna's palace as his third wife—a political offering, nothing more. Unlike your predecessors, you don't arrive with expectations of love or power. You arrive with seeds for a dead garden and kindness for forgotten servants. In a palace built on fear, you plant hope. And the Emperor notices.
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The cherry blossoms had long since fallen.
Winter gripped the palace grounds in skeletal fingers, leaving behind bare branches and frozen earth. It was fitting, you thought, for a place like this—a palace ruled by a man they called a monster, a curse, a demon in human skin.
Ryomen Sukuna.
Your husband, as of three hours ago.
The wedding ceremony had been efficient. Cold. You'd been dressed in the finest silk—crimson and gold, colors that complemented the tattoos you'd glimpsed on his skin—and led through corridors that seemed to stretch endlessly. The few servants you'd passed had kept their eyes down, their footsteps hurried, as if lingering too long in these halls might invite catastrophe.
You didn't blame them.
You'd heard the stories. Everyone had. The Emperor who'd conquered lands with nothing but his cursed energy and ruthlessness. The man who'd taken a first wife and cast her aside when her jealousy became tiresome. A second wife who'd lasted even less time—too vapid, too eager to please, ultimately too boring to keep his interest.
Now there was you.
The third wife.
A treaty offering from your father's province, a political band-aid for a conflict your family couldn't hope to win. You'd accepted your fate with the same quiet grace you'd accepted everything else in life—with steady hands and a calm heart, even when your mother had wept.
"Someone will show you to your chambers," the officiant had said after the ceremony, and then you'd been alone.
Not entirely alone, you supposed. Somewhere in this sprawling palace, Sukuna's concubines resided. You'd seen a few during the ceremony—beautiful women dripping in jewels, their eyes sharp as they assessed the new wife. You'd met their gazes evenly, offering a small nod of acknowledgment.
You weren't here to make enemies. You weren't naive enough to think you could make friends either.
The shoji door slid open, and two young women entered—both looking no older than yourself. They bowed in perfect unison, their movements practiced but stiff with nervousness.
"Empress," the first one said, her voice barely above a whisper. She had gentle brown eyes and her hands trembled slightly. "I am Danielle. This is Haerin. We've been assigned to attend to you."
The second girl—Haerin—kept her eyes downcast, her posture rigid with fear. She was as pretty as Danielle, with delicate features and long lashes, but she looked like she wanted to disappear into the floor.
"Thank you, Danielle. Haerin." You kept your voice soft, gentle, and watched as both girls' eyes widened in surprise. "I appreciate your help. This palace is... quite large. I'm afraid I'll get lost without guidance."
Danielle blinked rapidly, as if kindness was unexpected. Perhaps it was, in a place like this. "Y-yes, Empress. Your chambers have been prepared. If you'll follow us?"
They led you through more corridors, these ones slightly warmer, touched by braziers that cast dancing shadows on the walls. You noticed how they walked—Hana slightly ahead, Haerin trailing behind, both of them glancing nervously at closed doors as if expecting something terrible to emerge.
Your chambers, when you finally reached them, were surprisingly beautiful—spacious, with painted screens depicting cranes in flight, and a small garden visible through the windows.
A dead garden, you noted. Winter-killed and abandoned.
"Will there be anything else, Empress?" Danielle asked, while Haerin began arranging your few belongings with quick, efficient movements.
You turned to them both, offering a small smile. "Please, when we're alone, you can call me by my name if you'd like. And yes—do you know if there are gardening tools available? Seeds, perhaps?"
Both girls froze. Haerin's hands stilled on the silk robe she'd been folding.
"G-gardening tools, my lady?" Danielle stammered.
"The garden outside." You gestured to the window. "It seems a shame to leave it barren. I'd like to plant winter camellias. And perhaps some early plum blossoms, if the soil can support them."
Haerin finally spoke, her voice soft and uncertain. "But my lady... it's winter. Nothing will grow until—"
"Spring," you finished gently. "I know. But seeds need time to root, even in the cold. And hope needs something to tend to."
The two girls exchanged glances, something unspoken passing between them. Then Danielle straightened her shoulders. "I... I'll inquire about the tools, my lady. We should have such things in storage."
"Thank you, Danielle." You looked at Haerin, who was still staring at you with wide, uncertain eyes. "And Haerin, if you're not too busy tomorrow, would you help me plan the garden layout? I'd appreciate another perspective."
The girl's mouth opened, closed, then opened again. "M-me, my lady?"
"Yes, you. I imagine you know this palace better than I do. You'd know where the sun hits, where the shadows fall."
A faint blush colored Haerin's cheeks. "I... yes, my lady. I would be honored."
You didn't see Sukuna for three days.
It didn't surprise you. Political marriages rarely involved actual interaction, and you imagined an emperor had better things to do than visit a wife he'd been forced to take.
So you kept yourself occupied.
The garden became your first project. You worked alongside Danielle and Harin—much to their shock—kneeling in the cold earth with your sleeves tied back, planting camellia seeds with careful hands.
"My lady, please," Danielle had protested on the first day, looking genuinely distressed. "This isn't proper. If the Emperor sees—"
"Then he sees," you'd said simply, patting soil over a seed. "My mother always said that anything worth having is worth working for. Besides, I like the feel of earth under my fingernails. It reminds me that I'm alive."
Haerin had knelt beside you then, hesitantly at first, then with growing confidence. "My grandmother used to garden," she'd said softly. "Before she passed. She said that plants were like people—they needed patience and care to thrive."
"Your grandmother sounds wise," you'd replied, and the smile Haerin gave you was like sunlight breaking through clouds.
Word spread quickly through the palace. The new empress, kneeling in the dirt like a common servant. The new empress, who spoke gently to her attendants and worked alongside them. The new empress, who didn't demand or throw tantrums or weep dramatically like the others.
You pretended not to notice the whispers, but you noticed how Danielle and Haerin began to relax around you. How Danielle started humming while she worked. How Haerin laughed—actually laughed—when you made a joke about your dirt-stained hands.
On the fourth day, you encountered your first concubine.
She was beautiful—of course she was—with long dark hair and sharp, calculating eyes. She found you in the garden again, wrapped in a thick cloak against the winter wind, sketching plans for a stone path while Danielle and Haerinarranged tools nearby.
"So you're the new one," she said without preamble.
You looked up, setting down your charcoal. Danielle and Haerin immediately tensed, bowing low. You gestured for them to rise. "I am. And you're...?"
"Ningning." She tilted her head, studying you like a cat studies a mouse. Her gaze flickered to your attendants dismissively before returning to you. "I've been here two years. Longer than either of your predecessors."
"Then you must be very special," you said simply, without irony.
That seemed to throw her. Her eyes narrowed. "You're not what I expected."
"I'm sorry to disappoint."
"I didn't say I was disappointed." She crouched down, her fine robes pooling around her, seemingly unconcerned about the dirt. "The first wife was a shrew. The second was a fool. What are you?"
You considered the question, then smiled. "A gardener, apparently."
Despite herself, Ningning laughed. It was a surprised sound, quickly stifled. "You're planting flowers in winter. That makes you a fool too."
"Perhaps," you agreed. "But even fools can hope for spring."
She studied you for another long moment, then stood. "He'll break you," she said, not unkindly. "Sukuna breaks everything eventually. It's his nature."
"Maybe," you said softly. "Or maybe some things are strong enough to bend instead of break."
Ningning left without another word, but you thought you saw something like respect in her eyes.
After she was gone, Haerin leaned closer to you. "My lady... you weren't afraid of her."
"Should I have been?"
"The second empress was," Danielle said quietly. "She used to cry after the concubines visited. Said they were cruel to her."
You looked at both girls thoughtfully. "Did you know the second empress well?"
They exchanged glances. "We didn't serve her," Haerin admitted. "We worked in the kitchens usually. But we heard things."
"She screamed at the servants," Danielle added, her voice barely a whisper. "Threw things when she was angry. We were... surprised when we were assigned to you. We thought..."
"You thought I'd be the same," you finished gently.
Both girls looked down, ashamed.
"It's alright," you said, reaching out to squeeze Danielle's hand briefly. "You can't be blamed for expecting the worst. But I promise you both—I'm not here to make anyone's life harder. We're all just trying to survive in our own ways."
Haerin's eyes glistened with unshed tears. "Thank you, my lady," she whispered.
You met Sukuna on the fifth night.
You'd been preparing for bed, braiding your hair by candlelight, when the door opened without warning. Danielle and Haerin had left for the evening—you'd insisted they rest, that you could manage alone—so when his massive frame filled the doorway, you were alone.
Completely alone.
With the man they called a monster.
He was... larger than you'd expected. Taller. The tattoos you'd glimpsed during the ceremony covered more of his skin—intricate patterns that seemed to move in the flickering light. His eyes, all four of them, fixed on you with an intensity that would have made lesser women tremble.
You set down your brush and stood, bowing respectfully. "Emperor."
"Sukuna," he corrected, his voice like gravel and silk. "You're my wife. Use my name."
"Sukuna," you repeated softly.
He moved into the room with predatory grace, and you noticed he was studying you the same way Ningning had—like he was trying to solve a puzzle. His eyes traveled from your simple sleeping robe to your bare feet, to the loose braid draped over your shoulder.
"You're not afraid," he observed.
"Should I be?"
"Most people are."
You met his gaze steadily. "Most people haven't been raised by a father who negotiated with warlords since childhood. I learned early that fear is only useful if it keeps you alive. Otherwise, it's just... exhausting."
Something flickered in his expression. Amusement? Curiosity?
He moved closer, and you caught his scent—sandalwood and something darker, like smoke and steel. He reached out, and you held perfectly still as he caught your braid between his fingers, testing its weight.
"You've been gardening," he said.
Not a question. A statement.
"Yes."
"In winter."
"Yes."
"Why?"
You considered how to answer. Honesty, you decided, was probably safest with a man who could smell lies. "Because the garden was dead, and I don't like looking at dead things. Because even in winter, there's potential for growth—you just have to be patient enough to wait for it. And because..." you paused, then continued softly, "because I needed something beautiful to tend to."
His eyes—all of them—focused on you with unnerving intensity. "You think you can make something beautiful here? In my palace?"
"I think," you said carefully, "that beauty exists everywhere, if you're willing to look for it. Even in unlikely places."
For a long moment, he said nothing. Then, unexpectedly, he smiled—a sharp, dangerous thing that should have terrified you.
It didn't.
"The others tried to change me," he said, releasing your braid. "The first wife wept and begged me to send away my concubines. The second tried to seduce me into compliance, thinking her body was enough to hold my attention."
"I have no intention of changing you," you replied. "You are who you are. An emperor. A force of nature. I'd have better luck trying to convince winter to become spring ahead of schedule."
"And yet you plant flowers."
"I plant flowers," you agreed, "because that's who I am. Not to change the winter, but to be ready when spring comes on its own."
He stared at you for so long you wondered if you'd said something wrong. Then he turned and walked to the door.
"The servants say you work alongside them," he said without looking back. "That you learn their names and ask about their families."
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because they're people," you said simply. "And people deserve to be seen."
He paused in the doorway, his massive frame silhouetted against the corridor light. "You're strange."
"I've been told that before."
"I haven't decided yet," he said, "if you're wise or foolish."
"Perhaps I'm both," you offered. "Most interesting people are."
You could have sworn you heard him laugh—a low, rumbling sound—before he disappeared into the darkness.
Sleep came surprisingly easily that night.
The next morning, you found something waiting in your garden.
A single winter camellia, already in bloom, planted in the center of the space you'd been preparing. Its petals were the palest pink, almost white, delicate against the frozen earth.
Impossible. Camellias from seed took years to bloom.
But there it was.
Danielle and Haerin found you staring at it, your fingers pressed to your lips.
"The Emperor's work," Danielle whispered, her eyes wide. "His cursed energy can manipulate growth. Force life from death." She hesitated. "He's never used it for flowers before. Only for... other purposes."
Haerin clutched your arm gently. "My lady... what does it mean?"
You knelt beside the camellia, touching its petals with reverent fingers. They were real. Alive. Beautiful.
"Even monsters," you whispered, "can create something gentle."
Behind you, your two attendants exchanged hopeful glances.
And high above, unseen and unheard, Sukuna watched from a window.
He told himself it was a whim. A momentary curiosity about the strange woman who'd invaded his palace with her quiet voice and dirt-stained hands.
Ryomen Sukuna was having the kind of day that made him want to commit a felony.
Work had been an absolute, unmitigated disaster. His clients were being brain-dead idiots, his emails had been piling up since 6:00 AM, and his boss had the audacity to drop a massive, last-minute project on his desk right as he was packing up to leave. By the time he finally unlocked the front door to your shared apartment, his jaw was clenched so tight his teeth ached. He was exhausted, he was pissed off, and he was fully prepared to pour himself a massive glass of whiskey and not speak to a single soul for the rest of the night.
He pushed the door open, dropping his keys into the bowl by the entrance with a loud, aggressive clatter. He shrugged off his suit jacket, loosening his tie with a harsh yank.
“I’m home,” he called out, his voice a low, gravelly grumble.
He expected you to be in the kitchen, or maybe curled up on the couch watching some trashy reality TV show. He expected you to ask him how his day was, which would inevitably lead to him ranting for twenty minutes straight.
Instead, there was silence.
Sukuna frowned, his bad mood spiking just a fraction. He walked down the hallway and stepped into the living room.
He stopped dead in his tracks.
You were sitting cross-legged on the floor, hunched over the coffee table. The entire surface was completely covered in hundreds of microscopic, brightly colored plastic bricks. You were wearing one of his oversized t-shirts, your hair tied up in a messy bun that was slowly falling apart.
But the best part? The absolute most ridiculous, endearing part?
You were squinting so hard your nose was scrunched up, and the very tip of your tongue was poking out of the corner of your mouth in pure, unadulterated concentration. Your fingers, which were currently trying to snap a tiny, translucent green piece onto a microscopic brown cylinder, were trembling slightly from the effort.
You hadn’t even heard him come in. You were entirely, completely consumed by your task.
Sukuna stood there in the doorway, his suit jacket dangling from his fingers. He didn’t say a word. He just watched you.
You were a serial hobbyist. Every month, it was something new. Knitting, painting by numbers, making weird little clay frogs that currently haunted his nightstand. He usually just rolled his eyes, funded your little hyper-fixations, and let you do your thing.
But this? This tiny, intricate Lego flower shop you had apparently bought today? It had you in a chokehold.
Snap.
The tiny green piece finally clicked into place.
You let out a massive, dramatic gasp of victory, throwing your hands up in the air like you had just won the Super Bowl. “Yes! Take that, you stupid little plastic bitch!”
Sukuna let out a sudden, loud snort.
You jumped, spinning around so fast you nearly knocked over a pile of pink bricks. When you saw him standing there, your eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. The sheer, radiant joy on your face was blinding.
“Babe!” you squealed, scrambling up onto your knees. You carefully scooped up the tiny, completed structure in your hands and held it out toward him like it was the Holy Grail. “Baby, look! Look what I did!”
Sukuna slowly walked over, dropping his jacket onto the sofa. He looked down at your hands.
It was a tiny, incredibly detailed Lego flower shop. And sitting right in front of it was a single, slightly lopsided plastic rose that you had clearly customized.
“I made you this one,” you beamed, your chest puffing out with pride. You were practically vibrating with excitement. “It’s for your desk at work! Because you said your office is depressing! Do you like it?!”
Sukuna stared at the tiny plastic flower. Then, he looked at you.
You had a faint smudge of left over dinner on your cheek. Your oversized shirt was slipping off one shoulder. You were looking up at him with such pure, unfiltered adoration and excitement over a piece of plastic that it actually knocked the breath out of his lungs.
And just like that, it happened.
The stress of the last fourteen hours? Gone. The anger at his clients? Evaporated. The tension in his shoulders, the pounding headache behind his eyes, the overwhelming urge to burn his office building to the ground? It all just melted away, completely washed out by the sheer force of your ridiculous, beaming smile.
He didn’t just love you. That wasn’t a strong enough word anymore.
He looked at you, sitting on the floor surrounded by plastic bricks, offering him a fake flower to make his bad day better, and a single, crystal-clear thought rang through his head like a bell.
I need to marry this girl.
Not ‘I want to.’ Not ‘someday.’ Need. He needed to marry your crazy ass. He needed to lock this down permanently, because if he had to go through the rest of his miserable, stressful life without coming home to you poking your tongue out over a Lego set, he was going to lose his fucking mind.
“Sukuna?” you blinked, your smile faltering just a little when he didn’t immediately respond. You lowered your hands slightly. “Do you… not like it? I know it’s kind of dumb, but—”
“Shut up,” he breathed, his voice thick.
Before you could even process the command, he dropped to his knees right in front of you, completely ignoring the fact that he was crushing at least ten Lego pieces under his expensive suit pants.
He reached out, his large hands gently cupping your face. He didn’t even look at the flower shop. His red eyes were locked entirely on yours, burning with an intensity that made your heart stutter in your chest.
“Babe?” you whispered, suddenly hyper-aware of how close he was. “Are you okay? Was work bad?”
“Work was a fucking nightmare,” he murmured, his thumbs brushing over your cheekbones. “But I don’t care anymore.”
“You don’t?”
“No.” He leaned in, pressing his forehead against yours. He let out a long, shaky exhale, the last of his stress leaving his body. “I love it, baby. It’s perfect. I’m putting it right in the middle of my desk.”
Your smile instantly returned, brighter than before. “Really?!”
“Really,” he chuckled, the sound deep and vibrating against your skin. He tilted your chin up, capturing your lips in a slow, desperate kiss. It wasn’t heated or rough; it was incredibly soft, filled with a kind of overwhelming reverence that made your toes curl.
When he finally pulled back, he kept his face inches from yours. He looked down at your lips, then back up to your eyes.
“I’m gonna marry you,” he said.
It wasn’t a proposal. It wasn’t a question. It was a statement of absolute, undeniable fact. He said it casually, like he was commenting on the weather, but the weight behind his words was heavy enough to anchor a ship.
Your brain short-circuited. You sat there, frozen, the tiny Lego flower shop still clutched in your hands. “What?”
“You heard me,” he smirked, his usual arrogant confidence bleeding back into his tone. He leaned in and pressed a loud, wet kiss to your cheek, then your jaw, then the sensitive skin just below your ear. “I’m gonna marry your crazy ass. Put a ring on your finger so big you won’t be able to lift your hand to build these stupid little toys.”
“They’re not stupid!” you squawked, your face flushing bright red as his words finally registered. “And you can’t just drop that on me while I’m holding a Lego!”
“I just did,” he laughed, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you flush against his chest, completely ruining your posture. He buried his face in your neck.
You let out a breathless, watery laugh, carefully setting the flower shop down on the table before wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders. You ran your fingers through his pink hair, feeling the last of the tension bleed out of his muscles.
“Okay,” you whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “Okay, Ryomen.”
“Good,” he mumbled against your skin. He shifted slightly, his knee crunching against a pile of plastic. He winced. “Now, help me up. I think a fucking Lego is embedded in my kneecap.”
CEO Ryomen Sukuna is.. a babysitter?! my masterlist
art creds to kyarrcha
warnings : fluff, angst, suggestive(idk if it’s smut lmk) bare with me im still learning writing a good plot and story planning so lol, might be some writing mistakes, submissive/sensitive sukuna, probably stereotypical ceo x worker moments + some smau moments, also cursing and disrespectful behavior towards y/n, your mid 30s and he’s late 30s early 40s, your the mom to megumi (kinda taking place or mamaguro, broke baby daddy toji
you type away at your computer inside your cramped cubicle. the building and their jerk off ceo never made the effort to fix the issue of spacing. not that you mind, your in between two of the hottest co-workers you’ve probably ever seen at a office job, and you’ve worked, a lot.
anyways, you were called to sukunas office for whatever reason. but of course since you don’t wanna lose another job you stand up brush your skirt off and walk over to his glass doors that are covered. who’s stupid ass came up with-
“come in.”
somehow his voice boomed from outside his door, despite the doors being closed. you walk inside and stand next to the door and shut it. “sit.” you roll your eyes at his commands but comply anyways.
he clears his throat and presses a button on his keyboard and look up at you. “problem?” you shake your head. “speak up.” “no sir.” he nods once and lean in and slides you a folder. “i need this done for tonight, bring it to me before your night ends. kay?” he speaks like your stupid or something. “yes.” “what?” the entitlement on his guy is insane. “yes sir.” you nod.
you notice a small smile tug on the corner of his lips and he looks back at his computer so you stand and walk out. “wait.” he peaks from behind his computer though it’s not covering much. his muscles are about to bust out of that suit. every pec, each bicep structured perfectly you swear you can see veins—
“hello? you can’t hear now?”
you jump. “sorry sir, i uh—“ “listen to me” you nod “you have a kid?” your brows furrow. I mean you do, but you never mentioned it.. “uhm, yes sir.” you clutch the folder. “how old?” “6 sir.” he hums and opens a drawer then grunts as a sign for you to come back. of course, again you comply.
“buy something your son would like, and bring the same for me.” you tilt your head. “do you really want to ask your boss a question, just take it.” you nod and take the money. “uhm, this is 2 hundreds sir.” “i can count.” he’s not even looking at you. “isn’t that—“ “please go.” you sigh and walk out and stuff the money in your pocket.
behind you the door shuts and you sit back at your desk.
what the hell.
in short order you leave the building taking your break, which you haven’t taken at all since you’ve been here because your normally trying to finish a weeks worth of work in a day.
you buy four boxes of your sons favorite mac and cheese brand, but you decided to buy yourself a dollar pizza since he gave you extra. you walk back with the bag and knock on his door again.
“it’s open.”
his voice still gives you shivers. you walk inside and smile and put the bag on his desk, two boxes of mac and cheese. “mac and cheese?” you nod. “trust me, kids love the most simplistic things. if you have one that is.” he shakes his head and observes the box. “and it’s good?” “healthy? hell n- sorry I mean, definitely not but uh, it’s tasty” you smile warmly. “oh and here!” you give him the money but he puts his hand up “keep it.” huh? “why do you look confused, i have millions more where that came from, keep it.” “uh, thank you?”
he nods and types. “can I ask—“ “no, I don’t have a kid.” oh, thank goodness. you nod “sorry..” he shrugs and with that you leave.
couple hours later at 8:35pm, near the end of your shift
you get a notification from your desktop ‘come.’ you scoff “no please?” your soul almost leaves your body when you get up and see sukuna standing right in front of you. “fuck!” you clutch you chest, thank everything the office is empty. “i sent you that 20 minutes ago.” “excuse me?” “i said—“ you interrupt him. “oh no, i heard you I don’t think you understand me you give me 20 papers of work to finish by 9pm, sorry im doing my job—“ you stop talking when you realize your talking to your boss and not a co-worker. shit.
“don’t stop, keep going” if it wasn’t dark you’d swear he’s smirking down at you. “n-nothing.” you pathetically stutter. he grunts “come.” you follow behind him like a sad puppy. im so getting fired “i have a 6 year old kid in my apartment and i don’t know how to take care of him.” your eyes shoot up. “what?” your face twists and your head bucks to the side. “he’s my nephew, and his dad.. isn’t here.” you nod. “so, is that why you asked me to—“ “don’t ask stupid questions.” you nod and stop talking.
“I need..” he clears his throat but still mumbles “help” “excuse me?” you have a straight face but your totally loving the fact that your attractive strict boss is asking you out of everyone for help. “I said I need help you deaf or something.” you roll your eyes. “I can help with that, maybe we can arrange a play date?” “a date?” you pinch your nose bridge. “you seriously don’t know what a playdate is?” he looks out the window then back at you, with a sigh you explain and then you both plan a meeting outside of work.
“are you sure me going to your house is okay?” he nods. “yes ma’am.” your almost caught off guard. “my nephew loves everyone but me so, it’s fine.” you nod “my son hates everyone so” you chuckle and cover your mouth. he stares at you, almost lost. “im gonna, go clock out now ill see you soon” he grunts and sits down at his chair. “see you.”
two days later, on saturday
you get to the apartment and look around when a little pink hair kid marching sukuna’s ryomens runs to you and your son, megumi. “hiii!!” his voice is similar to sukunas, just louder and filled with excitement. your son looks terrified of the energy, you chuckle “it’s okay baby” you kiss the top of his head “he’s nice, you guys are gonna hang out!”
sukuna walks over. “hey.” he’s not in his nod attire, and neither are you.
your wearing medium-washed mom jeans, and a low cut white long sleeve. he’s wearing, gray sweatpants and a black compression shirt he looks totally different than how he does at work. again, his muscles look so— “your staring.. again.” you jump at the bass in his voice “oh my gosh im so sorry” you rub the tiredness out of your eyes.
“tired?” you nod. “the babysitter led them upstairs there is a bar, really good whiskey?” “yes, please.”
after a couple of drinks both of you are talking non-stop about how toddlers don’t clean their shit up and hate their care takers.
you giggle and put your hand on his arm. “yes! but when my son goes to his dads he—“ “your sons dad isn’t in his life?” you scoff. “doesn’t even pay child support, asks me for fucking money when he knows I hardly have it myself.” you slur and sip your whiskey.
Sukuna tilts his head at you slowly, for someone who’s drunk he’s .. very attentive. he slowly takes the cup from you and gets a water. “sober up, you shouldn’t drive I’ll set up a guest room for you and megumi.” you hum and shake your head. “trust me” sukunas voice is low and gruff but is obviously filled with emotion, he puts his hand on your waist. “yeah..” “yeah?” you nod and he picks you up “wrap your arms around me y/n.” you comply, as always.
“your so commanding, are you always like this?.. assertive?” you mumble in his ear as he wraps his arms around you carrying you to the guest bedroom in his penthouse.
he chuckles. “you really like testing my patience, don’t you?”
you hum and nuzzle your face in his neck “so warm” he groans “your tickling me, y/n” you giggles “you? my boss is ticklish-“ your eyes widen in drunk realization. “oh my gosh your my boss!! we can’t—“ “we’re not having sex, relax” he rubs the top of your head then you drop your head on his shoulder giving up and he finally opens the door to the guest bedroom. “megumi and yuji is asleep, when you wake in the morning just look for me and I’ll let you drive home, mkay doll?” you hum and nod as he tucks you into bed and looks around. “you have a ponytail holder?” “mm, m’wrist” he gently takes your wrist taking off the rubber band and puts your hair in a bun moving the rest of your hair out of your face. “night.”
“wait.. come sleep with me.” you mumble under your breath. “y/n, stop.” “please.. don’t go” he sighs, he knows both of you will regret this in the morning but he can’t bare to miss this opportunity. what if it never happens again? “fine, just this once.” also he’s drunk and easy to convince.
he sighs and lies down next to you, his body stiff. “relax your body ryomen.” you put your hand on his chest. “stop” “mmm why?” he grunts and grabs your wrist. “because im gonna do something we’ll both regret.” “I don’t regret a lot of things..” he breathes slower, heavier. “don’t touch me unless you really mean it.” “you cup his face and stare into his crimson eyes, despite his cold facade you’ve never realized how soft his eyes were.
you both hold silent eye contact, not awkward not uncomfortable. just.. silent exchange of words through your eyes. “no, no we cannot” he looks away. “look at me ryomen” he huffs like a child. “didn’t I just say look at me?” he turns to you. “if I was gonna do something I would regret I’d stop.” “you will, they always do” you chuckle “unless you can’t tell im a grown ass woman, thank you very much.” that sentences does things to him he thought could never happen.
in a flash he grabs your cheek and kisses you, rough at first but then slow.. controlled almost like you guys were picking up where none of you left off. “fuck your a bad influence y/n” you chuckle, the taste of alcohol heavy on your tongues. “mm vanilla whiskey” you wrap your tongue around his and he wraps his hand around your throat. “shut up n/n” and you comply.
the next morning..
you wake up to a softer bed then normal and a bright light smacking you in the face. “mommy mommy look!!” you sit up at the sound of your sons voice. you huff, your heads is absolutely pounding “yes baby?” your sons eyes are actually glistening, not just from the sunlight from happiness your son is always this happy around you but this time he was accompanied by his new friend Yuji. “Ouu, such pretty pancakes!” you baby talk your son and wave at yuji “good morning yuji, did you eat too?” he nods “can we hang out a bit more? pleaseeeeee” you nod and chuckles “just a little bit more, okay?” they both nod and rush out and you stand up to see sukuna standing at the door.
“they have you wrapped around their little fingers y/n” he smirks.
he chuckles and walks inside, he’s wearing a white button-down, plaid blue dress vest and pants with white socks. “im so sorry for last night sir—“ “didn’t i tell you to call me ryomen?” you pause and look up. “what?” “we’re not working y/n, call me ryomen we’re not boss-worker right now we’re… friends.” he almost hesitated but he nods. “i put your purse on the nightstand, you were really drunk.” “I know, my head is pounding” you rub your head.
he nods “mm..” “what?” he shakes his head “oh my gosh did i say something?” “just you thought we were gonna have sex.” you literally freeze in shock. “we—“ “the most we did was kiss, or as the kids say ‘makeout’.” you sigh in relief “im so sorry, i know we’re friends but it was extremely unprofessional of me” “i was too, don’t worry.” you tilt your head. “i.. i guess i enjoyed it” you nod “so did i, well from what i remember” and you get ready but linger around sukunas kitchen for a bit.
“so you cook?” “ what?” he turns around and slides a plate of bacon eggs and pancakes. “you think this is cooking?” he scoffs “I mean, no one has ever cooked for me except for restaurants so, yeah?” he freezes, like actually stands still in place. “what, a man has never cooked for you?” he scoffs a laugh “instant noodles count?” “HELL N— no, they do not.” he shakes his head.
“come back tomorrow night for dinner” you look up as you eat the breakfast quickly “by the looks of it you won’t regret it.” you gasp and cover your mouth “im so sorry, I haven’t been eating right and this is just so good.” he tilted his head in confusion, he looks like a kid dying to ask a question.
“ask me” he straightens up “huh?” “you look like you need to ask me a question, ask” he leans into the island countertop “how was, your sons father?” you stop eating immediately and take a long drawn out sigh. “horrible, pathetic, broke and manipulating” you mumble. “rather not talk about him..” sukunas jaw clenches, his fist ball almost instantly. “what a pathetic excuse for a man” you laugh weakly “I didn’t think so” you sigh “lucky megumi wasn’t a mistake but he somehow still wasn’t ready, and he got a worse when we divorced.”
“divorced?” his voice is sharp.
you nod eating with your head down “asked me to marry him, luckily the ring was real at least.” you sigh “tch. I could do better than him” he mumbles ever so quietly. you look up, almost still completely zoned out “huh?” “nothing y/n, here.” he places your purse and car keys in front of you. “ill get megumi.” you nod “thank you for everything, si- ryomen.”
he nod and smirks. in yujis playroom is a “nonchalant” megumi and a hyper yuji, “wanna play superheros?” “i am a superhero..” megumi mumbles. “nooo, i am!!” “no me..” “no ME!!” “NO me YUJI” “NO ME MEGU-“ sukuna slams the door open. “stop” you swear his voice could fill the whole building if he yell he loud enough. “megumi, your mother is ready to leave, i assume you are too?” megumi nods and waves at yuji but in return he is left with a big hug “next time megi!!” “bye yuji..” sukuna shakes his head and chuckles “cmon.” they walk to the front door wearing your waiting.
“had fun baby?” megumi nods and shows his new hero costume. “you bought him that?” you look up at sukuna, he nods but dismisses it. “okay, well you look amazing but it’s time to go home” “okay mama” he rushes to the elevator and repeatedly clicks the button.
“thank you ryomen, for everything.” you stand there awkwardly, wanting to give him a hug but not waiting to intervene his personal space. “you okay?” “me? no yeah im good, just—“ he lets out a sigh and opens his arms. “acting like a damn teenager, just come before i regret it.” you hug him and rub his back, almost an instinct from putting your son to sleep. ryomen places on hand on the small of your back and the other around you waist. “remember, tomorrow night n/n” you guys are still hugging but you turn your head “n/n?” he chuckles and squeezes your waist then pulls back. “hate it?” “no i love it!” you chuckle.
you wave and he waves back “bye.” “bye ryo!”
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a month and a half has passed and you’ve been to sukuna ryomens house every single week, sometimes twice or three times. after the “incident” it only happened one other time when you guys were sober the reason for it? prolonged sexual tension both of you mutually needed to get out.
and as adults, you guys can manage that … right?
your sitting at your desk when sukuna gets someone to come get you. “are you sure he’s calling me?” the man nods “yes, y/n l/n?” you nod and get up and grab some of the finished papers he’s asked to be done for today. you open the door to see a empty room “uh—“ the man closes the door so you sit in front of his desk.
a couple minutes later you hear familiar steps, and the door opens. “hey.” you look back at the door. “hi sir.” he nods “finished the work?” “some of it” you slide the folders on the desk. “uh, about Megumi going to your house while we’re at work” sukuna raises his eyebrow looking down at the papers. “he can’t anymore, his father doesn’t—“ “his father shouldn’t have a say if he doesn’t pay for megumis necessities, from the sound of it, I’ve done more for megumi than he has.”
he almost sounds, jealous? in a way you just can’t describe it.
your taken aback, you mean it’s true but you never thought he’d say it. “oh.” “and you missed a page, otherwise bring the rest to be tomorrow, okay?” you nod and take the paper. “yes sir.” “wait for me after your shift so i can drive you.” “okay sir.” he nods and a small smile tugs on the corner of his lips.
it’s 9:01pm, the office is empty so you pack up your stuff and leave it at your desk. you’ve had a few conversations with your best friend about how sukuna is always giving you mixed signals, but you can’t lie watching a real man care for your son. it’s doing things to you, that you never thought were possible. so yes, you’ve gained feelings. your best friend, shoko has encouraged you to tell him tonight, since you guys have already kissed, twice. more happened the second time but both thought it shouldn’t be mentioned.
you knock at his door and take a deep breath “n/n?” you open the door and nod. “it’s me.” “perfect, let me finish this document and we can go.” your oddly quiet standing at the door. “something on your mind” his eyes never leave you, he’s so different when you guys are off the record.. you don’t know if you hate it or love it.
you build up the courage to stand in front of him on his desk. he doesn’t even move an inch but his eyebrow rises. “y/n?” “ryomen” you look down at him, there could be someone watching you two but he doesn’t even bother to take his eyes off of you. “what are you doing n/n?” “im tired of the back and forth.” he tilts his head in confusion. “what do you think of me ryomen” “I think your an amazing woman and mother—“ you stop him and shake your head. “romantically” he freezes “what— gave you that impression?” “we’ve had sex, that’s enough to give me more than just a ‘impression’ ryomen” you look at him up and down closely, noticing a shiver.
“you work for me, and our kids hang out. otherwise it’s strictly.. business.” you nod and stand up, hurt but you refuse to show it, you heard the hesitation but you don’t ask. “okay, won’t happen again, ill be in the lobby” you walk to the door until— “but” you stop walking but you don’t turn around. “I’ve.. caught some feelings, not that I like to admit it, but your an amazing woman, and mother. if you can’t tell im in my early 40s and I’ve never been married, im not good with women never have been so I don’t want to.. ruin anything potentially happening“ “I’ve had a husband, i know how to navigate a relationship, could’ve just asked.” he nods “well, yes you’re right.. but you do work for me at the end of the day.” you turn around. “during work, I call you sir after i call you ryomen I think those are different times, and it also gives us time.” a deep throated chuckle erupts from his lips.
“you wouldn’t be able to handle me woman, in every sense.” he’s never called you, woman? before.. okay? “excuse me? have i not already?” “you heard me, maybe you stayed with megumis father for one reason, but i guarantee im better than him, plus i was going easy on you, don’t underestimate my muscle y/n.” your breath hitches as he stands up “cmere” “sukuna—“ “it’s ryomen, and i said, cmere.” you shiver and walk up towards him, standing in front of him again the floor is empty both of you are sure of it, the office door is slowly closing and he’s just standing there until, he’s not.
as soon as the door shuts he grabs your throat and kisses you roughly, now finally picking up where you guys have left off. your fingers dig into his skin as you desperately kiss him back “mmph..” he chuckles and kisses your jaw. “can’t breathe?” you shake your head your breaths are heavy and loud. he moves to your neck and sucks on your skin like a damn vampire, the pressure is hard. in response you moan and grab his shoulders. “sukunaa, fuck.” he kicks the hickey he’s placed on your neck “sorry.” you feel your neck, the raised skin where his lips were. “shit ryomen, i have to see megumis dad..” he just shrugs. “it’ll go away, could’ve been a lot darker trust me.” his other hand is wrapped tightly around your waist.
“now shut up.” as always, you comply. you hold onto him as he swipes everything off his desk and lowers you back kissing you slowly, messily but somehow so passionately. you gasp for air and he bites your bottom lip. you tug at his suit and both of your tongues push together, then synchronize into a similar dance. a pattern that only the two of you will know about. he hovers over you the desk squeaking at his heavy weight, finally he takes off his suit and you kick your heels off and place your bare feet on the desk.
he kisses your neck again, all in silence letting you feel everything without having to make commentary. he smirks at your full display, in response you yell trying to lower your legs but he grabs your thighs pushing them further up. you gasp, your body has been pretty stiff since you left your ex-husband so you don’t know how flexible you can- “comfortable?” your legs are now in the air, with a nod he cages you in and kisses your neck and you unbuttons his dress shirt.
EVENTUALLY
when you guys were done, an hour and 36 minutes later (10:49pm). the office was hot with sex and sweat, “shit,” he’s laid out on the floor and you on his chair. “shit indeed.” you can hardly breathe “did i do too much?” you shake your head. he grunts as he sits up “too old to be doing this.” he rubs your calves and looks up at you, like how a husband should be looking at his wife, with love. “you okay? thirsty?” you shake your head “you?” he shakes his head also and puts his forehead on your knee as he continues to massage your legs.
“might hurt in the morning.” “figured that out— in the beginning of this.” your breath hitches mid-sentence and his eyes shoot up at you “don’t lie to me, are you sure your okay?” “im just old ryomen, im out of breath it’s fine” you laugh and he pauses then laughs with you. “give me a moment and we can go pick up megumi.” you nod
after a while you guys finally make your way to his car. the ride was pretty quiet, this is probably the first time you’ve guys have an awkward silence. “do you regret it?” you look over at him his eyes are narrowed and two fingers is on the bottom of the steering wheel. “no?” “the hell you so quiet for then?” you tilt your head and furrow your brows. “what?” “you heard me.” he stops the car abruptly at the top the street. “what’s your problem?” “my problem? ryomen, do you hear yourself? if you regret it just say that.” he scoffs “I don’t regret nothing I just don’t wanna—“ he stops himself and starts the car instead.
“finish your sentence ryomen” he grunts. “I said, finish it.” the car is moving slow then it slowly gets faster as do his breathing. “i don’t wanna get attached.” you laugh “funny.” “im serious, you think because im a man I haven’t been hurt before?” you look at him as he drives into the parking lot securing his spot.
he turns to you. “as I said, I don’t do relationships. no strings and flirting is cool, but once I gain feelings I push back some women I dated 2 years back left me after I was going to purpose.” you furrow your brows together “im sorry..” “don’t be sorry, just understand this won’t ever happen—“ you interrupt him pressing your lips against his. his first instinct was to pull back, like always.. so why is it so damn hard to detach himself from you. you only work for him after all?!
you pull back, “now tell me you don’t want this” he opens his mouth but it quivers, that’s never happened to him before.. the fuck? is he nervous “i..” his eyebrows knit together. you tilt your head “how would it even work if you work-“ you groan “please shut the hell up with the ‘im your boss’, do i work for you 24/7 ryomen sukuna?” you cross your arms. “answer the question.” “no..” you nod. “so what we do outside is what?” “our business..” he’s looking down. “your a big boy, look at me when im talking. he looks up, exactly like the big boy he is.
“good.” he grip his pants. “stop acting like im submissive to you or something” “your not, you don’t have to be but your gonna listen to me” he grunts in response. “fine, just don’t fucking leave me, if your losing feelings let me know first.” the first time your boss, babysitter, friend ryomen has been vulnerable.
you nod “we’ll figure it out from here, kay?” “okay.”
so you both figured it out, perfectly balancing you schedules and yuji and megumis play dates you both started dating shortly after that conversation. toji and sukuna has met so toji finally learned boundaries with staying over at your apartment when he doesn’t have a place to stay, and megumi loves sukuna when he’s making him food. otherwise, not really so corporative. and eventually after a year and 6 months, sukuna made the best decision of his life purposing to you. you both took vacation and let yuji and megumi + the babysitter come. it was on a beach, you mentioned a beach date but not a proposal shortly after you guys met each other families and are currently planning your wedding.
maybe it was better that you guys “figured it out from there”
ps. omg im so proud of this wtf, I didn’t even know I could type this much also I have 7 drafts prepared for you guys
you hate yuji's brother sukuna. but when he gets invited on vacation with your friend group, that hatred ends up shifting to something much more feral.
warnings: smut - mdni, rough sex, enemies to lovers, sukuna being a dick, fingering, creampie, overstimulation, man handling, dirty talk, praise/degradation, biting, drooling
nobara, yuji, yourself, and the rest of your friend group have spent the past several months planning out a vacation together.
it's the end of spring/early summer, and what better way to spend that transition of sweet summer air than to stay in a cute cabin for a week?
you and nobara spent days planning out your own personal itineraries together, focused on making sure that every day there had the fullest amount of satisfaction.
then you went to the mall to shop. so you got a few new swimsuits to swap between and some outfits for the trip as well. then she wanted to get her nails done too, so you went.
and now you're almost broke on the car ride to this cabin. it's a lengthy trip up to the lake where it is, but the rental has full privacy and after splitting the payment between the group it was really cheap.
nobara's in the driver's seat, fingers drumming against the steering wheel. you're almost there now, just a ten minute ride until the cabin will finally be in your sights.
"but yeah- they should already be up there. since we had to use yuji's name, he had to get there first."
you nod, "okay. sounds good."
when you finally pull up the pretty mountain, passing by large conifer trees and some random wild animals as they prance through their home, the cabin is so much bigger than you expected it to be.
but that's not what intrigues you. the sight of a certain car being parked in the drive is what makes you slowly turn to glare at nobara.
her face is paled, a certain look on her face. "listen, we-"
"really? you could have warned me." you snap.
you do not get along with yuji's older brother, sukuna. he's pushing 30 and seems to think that he can still behave like a teenager.
he's so obnoxious and cocky. thinks he's more important than everyone else.
and sadly… stupidly… hot.
apparently he's here too, judging by his car being parked right there.
as you guys pull up, the front door opens and yuji walks out with megumi and maki. and then behind them is sukuna. because of course he'd have to be seen.
you groan at the sight of him, clenching your jaw and forcing yourself to look like you don't care. "whatever… i wish you guys said something." you mumble.
"i- i know. i'm sorry." she frowns, "i thought you thought he was hot though?"
you deadpan at her. "just because he's hot doesn't mean i like him. he's awful."
the car shuts off and you just grab your bag that was up in the front with you and your halfway melted iced coffee, hopping out of the door and finally stretching your legs.
you yawn and stretch out, glancing around and locking eyes with maki. she also looks annoyed, so you're guessing she didn't know either.
thanks, nobara.
"took you guys long enough." she sighs, walking over to the car and helping grab some of yours and nobara's bags.
"hey guys." you say, smiling at yuji and megumi.
walking into the cabin with some bags in tow and your coffee barely hanging on in your grasp, your eyes wander around the interior. it's a large cabin, with a staircase that leads to an open upstairs where there's railings to overlook it all.
you walk up the stairs carefully, maki and megumi on your heels while you finally stop to look around. "my room?" you ask.
megumi just shrugs, "wherever you want. if you want, go to this one." he walks ahead of you and opens one of the doors, setting your bag down on the bed.
"thanks!" you smile at him. he nods and walks away, his footsteps disappearing down the staircase.
maki glances around. "my room is next to yours. and we can have nobara put her stuff on the other side of your room?" she asks.
you nod, "yeah… did you know that he got invited too?"
she shakes her head, shutting the door behind the two of you for more privacy. you set your bags down and your coffee, walking to the extra door and eyeing the view of the lake from the open balcony.
"truth be told, i expected it. choso got invited too, yuji wouldn't leave sukuna out."
rolling your eyes, you unpack a little bit then turn back to her. "who else will be here?"
"uhh, i don't actually know. i think it's just us?"
when you hear the obnoxious yell of satoru, you groan and shake your head. "why is he invited?"
"choso and yuji."
the two of you walk out of the room and you're immediately bombarded with the sight of sukuna coming out of the room next to yours. you glance at maki with furrowed eyebrows, and she looks just as confused.
he smirks when he sees you, stopping in his tracks to slowly look from your head down to your toes then back up. you glare at him. "the fuck are you staring at?"
"my neighbor for the week." he says, walking away.
you clench your jaw. "you've got to be joking. did he not unpack and find a room until now?" you whisper to maki.
downstairs is pure chaos, nobara leaving her bags on the floor abandoned to argue with satoru about something intensely. he's laughing at whatever she said, but he runs away when she starts to chase after him angrily.
yuji's too busy hugging choso to even try to stop it, and megumi looks like he wishes he came up with any excuse in the book to not be here anymore.
you just ignore all of them with a scoff, walking through the back of the house and onto the large deck you remember seeing online.
the hot tub is off to the right, overlooking a hill with more trees. it's a nice view. then there's the pool, and a grilling area with a table and chairs.
you inhale deeply, sighing contentedly at the scent of lilacs coming from one of the flowering bushes nearby.
"hey."
you glance over your shoulder to see choso, smiling at him. "hi."
he stands next to you, nodding while he looks around outside. "you guys picked a nice cabin."
"it was all nobara. she had a vision and then we somehow found it. i'm just beyond glad we did. i needed a break from life." you laugh, sighing heavily.
not that you're getting much of a break around these idiots…
"i'm sorry we invited sukuna without warning you." he says.
you glance over at him with wide eyes. very forward of him to just say that. "oh! nah dude don't even sweat it, it's not a big deal to me. we just don't like each other, but don't let that ruin vacation."
the door swings open behind the two of you, loud talking and laughter filling the backyard.
"did we interrupt something?"
you roll your eyes and stare sukuna down. "no."
"let's go to the lake and swim!" nobara screams, and you jump and look over to where she's standing. she has a manic look in her eyes while she points to the boat dock.
everyone heads inside and changes into swimsuits and grabs sunscreen and towels. you sigh heavily when you open your bag to see the skimpy bikinis you bought while daydreaming about the perfect tanlines.
now you're scared to be ogled at.
but you just shrug it off and put one of them on. fuck those guys, you're allowed to be comfortable and wear whatever you please.
you pull on a pair of shorts to cover up your bottoms and grab a towel, heading out of the room to meet with maki. you step out and glance around for her, walking over to that railing to see if she went down first.
you hear a low whistle, snapping around and glaring at sukuna.
he just smirks and winks at you, walking down the staircase wordlessly. you roll your eyes.
maki finally comes out of her room and the two of you head out, meeting with nobara and heading to the dock finally. the three of you talk about how nice it is outside, and you try your best to not think about him.
the dock burns your feet a bit from the sun beating down on the wood, but you still strip to your bikini and sit down to dip your feet in the water.
nobara dives in immediately, and you feel the wood rock in the water when yuji and the others sprint to jump off the edge.
maki slides off the dock and into the water, smiling up at you before swimming to nobara.
you lean back on your arms, sighing softly at the feeling of the sun on your skin.
then, a shadow looms over you. you pop your eyes open and frown, but it turns into a scowl when you see sukuna.
"get out of my way." you snap.
you can see something in his eyes that annoys you – a flash of obvious mischief cooking up. he just backs away and you side eye him.
you slowly pull your feet under a bit more until you're hanging off the edge a bit, calves in the water too.
and that's when you feel a sudden heavy push, yelping as you fall into the water and sink below. you hold your breath under the water, pushing your hair back while you resurface.
you can hear his laughter while you rub at your eyes a bit, glaring up at him without a word.
his eyes flicker down to your tits, squished together with droplets running down your soaked skin. he just licks his lips, walking away as if nothing happened in the first place.
you sigh and swim to nobara and maki, who are both glaring at sukuna.
"what a man child." nobara snaps.
you wave a hand in the air, shaking your head. "don't waste your energy. i won't."
"good thinking, maybe it'll make him get bored and fuck off." maki says, but you and everyone else here know that's not how this works.
you and sukuna have had this history for a long time. he pisses you off, you piss him off sometimes but mostly ignore him, then once there's a big fight over it… it just happens again a few weeks or months later.
you look over to the dock, and now it's your turn to eyeball him.
all of your focus drifts when he takes his shirt off, your eyes wandering his broad chest and the way his muscles flex. your mouth falls open for a moment, swallowing thickly.
you hate how hot he is. it's unfair.
your thighs press together under the water and you're quick to force yourself to look away, chewing on your lip.
maki and nobara are both staring at you, the anger towards him shifting into something else. they watch as he glances down at you, eyes wandering for way too long.
then he jumps at you, and it clicks for them.
he is so into you.
the swimming goes fine – he stops bugging you so much. then everyone chips in to help make a giant dinner, hanging out outside while eating and sipping at drinks for the evening.
by the time you go to bed, you sleep like a rock. tomorrow will be a better day: you, maki, and nobara planned a whole day out on the trails on the property.
nobody to harass you, or stare at your tits, or throw you into water.
you dress in some shorts and a crop top to head out for the day, walking out of your room and preparing to head downstairs for breakfast with the girls.
you eat with maki since nobara's not ready quite yet, talking about the trail and what food you'll pack up to bring. "hopefully she gets up soon…" you sigh, munching on a chunk of orange.
nobara finally comes down and eats too and you run off to the bathroom quickly, sighing when you walk out of the bathroom door and sukuna's already standing nearby.
"don't you look nice and pretty." he sneers, and you stiffen.
with a sharp inhale, you just drop it. he isn't worth the stress.
"i don't care." you say, walking away and heading in the direction of maki and nobara while they stand at the door and watch.
out of the corner of your eye, you see him still completely. he looks offended.
that's not your problem.
the walk outside with maki and nobara is fun and relaxing. you walk down trails for a while then stop at a clearing to finally sit and eat together. nobara pulls out the sandwiches and you set the blanket down.
when the three of you sit down to eat, it's quiet until nobara breaks the ice.
"so, what's going on between you and sukuna?" she asks, mouth full of sandwich.
you raise your eyebrows, "what do you mean?"
you look between the two of them, watching the way they share a knowing look before maki gently touches your hand. "you can tell us if you and him are seeing each other. we won't tell anyone."
"w-what?" you nearly choke on your food, "there's nothing to talk about. don't even…"
your face feels like it's on fire, embarrassment hitting hard when they see that look on your face and just raise their eyebrows. you can't believe they just asked that.
you frown at them, staring down at your food and suddenly losing your appetite.
"okay, our bad. i'm sorry." nobara says, "but you do… like him right? we totally see how you look at him-"
"nope!"
you just shake your head profusely, suddenly annoyed.
the rest of the afternoon goes by somewhat smoothly, but maki and nobara seem to be worried for your wellbeing after it all, especially when you head up to your room early before it's even dark out.
you're lying in bed on your phone watching tiktoks for a little while, but eventually you're just staring at the ceiling.
why did maki and nobara ask if you liked him anyways?
you just sigh and get out of bed, pushing the door to the balcony open and sitting down on the small chair. you stare out at the lake through the trees, the way that the orange hues are tucked beyond the horizon.
a small breeze flies through, soft buzz of insects and the steady croak of frogs out in the water.
you look around the balcony and a weird feeling crosses you when you see the door for his room leads to where you are now, another chair at the opposite end of the balcony.
you ignore it, glancing out.
you don't like sukuna.
you probably wouldn't say you hate him, but you don't like him. he's too… arrogant. and pushy. and mean. and hot.
your arms circle around your knees and pull upwards, folding into yourself while you hear the sound of everyone below the balcony talking and laughing.
a door pushes open and shut and you ignore the sound, just sighing.
"hiding from everyone?"
you nod your head limply, not looking at him.
the chair scrapes slowly in your direction until he sits down next to you, and it takes everything in you not to scream at him to just go away.
"you know, it's nice to be out here. with yuji."
you glance over and see him staring out at the lake, a beer bottle in hand. his eyebrows are furrowed as if he's thinking, or maybe reminiscing on something. he almost looks normal.
"yeah?" you say.
"he's a good kid. sometimes i guess it doesn't really hit me that he's grown until i see him with his friends."
you hum in response, looking back out towards the trees. "then you see him get shitfaced and babble about how much he loves all of us?" you giggle a bit at your words, a small smile sticking.
he laughs in a way you've never heard before, "yeah, usually. i'm glad he has you though– all of you. i mean."
heat rushes to your face and you glance over, gasping quietly. he's already looking at you, and his eyes flicker from yours to your lips repeatedly.
it makes your stomach tumble, tightness forming in your chest.
oh.
you stand up, chair screeching loud enough to quiet everyone below. "um, i'm gonna head to bed now- sorry." you mumble, tripping over your own feet while you open the door to your room and slam it shut.
leaning against the door, you fold your hands over your face.
okay. what the fuck just happened?
you groan into your hands and sigh, flopping onto the bed. why did he look at you like that… and why do you feel like this?
you do not sleep great at all after that.
it's 11am when you wake up, just getting to sleep at 4 in the morning.
not the worst sleep you've gotten.
maki and nobara come in with a sandwich for you to eat, asking you if you're feeling alright. after several bouts of reassurance, they believe you and stop nagging so hard.
"well… we actually had a purpose for our visit. we're planning on playing some games tonight. might do beer pong? card games too. and obviously we want you to join, instead of sneaking upstairs with sukuna." nobara winks.
you just give her a look, eyebrows furrowed. "i'm sorry?"
"we saw you." maki shrugs, "not a big deal. but we do want details."
"there are no details. because nothing happened."
they glance at one another, but stop bringing up the topic completely.
you spend a long time in the shower after they leave you be, staring at the wall and frowning deeply. what is going on with those two? you avoid sukuna like the plague for a reason.
but, last night was different.
something felt different between you and him. you actually laughed around him. and he was looking at you so… full of emotion.
by the time afternoon hits and everyone's gathered out on the patio, you're just confused. and what do normal people do when they're confused about a guy they might not dislike as much as they think they do?
drink.
you're sipping at a drink that satoru made for you. it's actually surprisingly good, some sparkling water mixed with a flavored vodka. not too much alcohol, either.
but he only made you the drink under the agreement that you and nobara will play against him and sukuna for beer pong at some point tonight.
the little fireplace is lit up and filling the patio with the scent of smoke and wood, the steady chirp of birds in the trees while you sit at one of the chairs outside. you're a little buzzed but in a better mood than you'd been this morning.
at least you aren't cold, either. the buzz definitely makes wearing a bikini more fun, not a lick of worry on your mind.
nobara's next to you, also sipping at a drink. but she's way more drunk than you, cheeks reddened and small giggles coming out at every interaction she has.
"beer pong? let's go play!" nobara slurs, grabbing onto your arm and forcing you up onto your feet. you just laugh at her, nodding and walking to where satoru and sukuna are standing.
satoru glances at nobara then back to you, pursing his lips and raising his eyebrows. you just nod slowly, acknowledging his wordless thoughts: nobara is absolutely sloshed.
"let's just do… you two versus sukuna." he says, "and i can be the judge."
you nod, eyes locking onto sukuna's. he just smirks and walks over to the opposite end of the table, you and nobara standing together.
"can't wait to watch you be a sore loser." he says, grabbing onto one of the pong balls and tossing it.
you roll your eyes when it lands in the cup, staring at him and taking the shot that satoru passes to you without hesitation.
you're next. you are so locked in on trying to make the shot that you almost forget that nobara's next to you until you hear her hiccup several times while leaning right into your ear.
but you make it into the cup, smiling at the sight. "yes!"
"just got lucky." he says, taking his shot.
you stare him down, watching him throw another ball and miss. "what's that about luck? clearly yours ran out."
he shakes his head, and your eyes wander lower while nobara prepares to throw next. just as she's about to toss, your eyes are locked in on his scarred hands… and the way he pushes the cups just subtly enough for nobara to miss.
you glare at him, pointing a finger in his direction. "i literally saw that. you just pushed the cups."
he just smirks, looking you up and down. "why are you staring at me so closely?"
you're taken aback, but clench your jaw and look down at your own hands for a moment.
he does, and when it bounces off of the rim and falls out onto the ground, he stares at you. "i saw that. now you're the one cheating."
you just give him a dirty look, shaking your head and preparing to be the one to throw again. you watch the cups closely, but you're more focused on him and making sure he doesn't try to ruin your throw.
when you throw, the table somehow shifts and it causes your ball to land just past the side of it.
your eyes narrow, glancing up at him and catching the way he's not even hiding it anymore. he just smirks.
ignoring the way your chest tightens, you glance to satoru to see if he's even attempting to be the judge he claimed he would be.
but instead, he's not even paying attention.
nobara isn't either, just babbling about something that has to do with maki, who isn't even nearby to listen.
it's just you and him now, somehow alone despite everyone else around you.
"you're insufferable." you say, watching when he throws and it lands in a cup.
you take a ball and throw it as well, staring him down and smirking when it lands in a cup perfectly.
"panic throwing, huh?" he crosses his arms, eyebrows raised.
your eyes glance over the way his biceps flex, swallowing thickly and just shaking your head. "just better than you."
he suddenly walks towards you and your eyes widen when he's walking to stand right next to you, staring wildly when he just shakes his head and mutters something under his breath.
"you haven't been throwing it right all evening. here."
you shiver at his words, breath warm against your ear. your skin prickles with pure electricity when he grips onto your wrist with one of his big hands, eyes barely staring down at the sight.
this feels like a dream.
he directs your hands, wordlessly moving your fingers around. you don't know what to say or do, only focused on the warmth of his chest so close to your back.
"i-i'm fine." you say, but your voice is suddenly more quiet than you like.
he just lets out a huff of air, his hand leaving yours while you inhale sharply.
you toss the ball and sigh when it lands in perfectly, turning to look at him and suddenly feeling way too close to him. you're glancing up to meet his eyes, chest heaving at the proximity.
satoru clears his throat and you jump, sudden awareness hitting hard.
everyone's still talking, for the most part. but satoru's glancing at you and sukuna as if he knows something you don't now.
you sigh, taking a deep breath while sukuna walks back over to his side of the table. satoru just hands both of you shots, finally playing the judge. one look at nobara and he knows better than to give her any, luckily.
she's staring at you with a lopsided smile, giggling when your eyes clamp shut at the burn of alcohol when you swallow.
"my turn!" she says, throwing her ball.
and shockingly enough, it actually makes it in.
you and sukuna both stare at each other in shock, both equally astounded that in her drunken state she managed to get a ball in that easily.
"GET A ROOM ALREADY, GEEZ!"
nobara shouts so loud it echoes, everyone going dead silent. the only sound that remains is the call of insects and music playing quietly.
then they all laugh.
you frown deeply, glancing around and really, truly reaching your limit.
you slam your drink down onto the table and walk off, fists clenched. "you guys are fucking annoying."
the glass door slams open, then shut. you walk upstairs, a shaky breath coming out while you try not to actually scream.
someone else comes inside – probably maki checking on you.
but you don't care, continuing up the staircase and heading down the hall to where your room is.
the heavy weight of the footsteps causes your blood to boil, the final cherry on top. you know it's sukuna.
you stand near your bed, not even knowing what to do anymore. you try to take deep breaths, to name five things you see around you, to check your god damn phone. nothing helps the anger and the aching in your chest.
you hear his footsteps approach from behind you, hands shaking.
the wooden doorframe creaks quietly, as if he's leaning against it. you turn and glance at him, jaw clenching at the sight.
"go."
his arms are crossed while he leans there, eyebrows furrowed as he stares at you standing there angrily.
why does he look so fucking cocky?
it's infuriating.
"go. away." you say as calmly as possible, voice wavering.
"no."
you groan aloud, nails digging into your palms as you fully turn around. "stop standing there staring and say something that actually means something." you start walking forward towards him.
he doesn't reply.
your voice raises, "why do you do this? you get off on pissing me off or something?"
you stare up at him when you get close enough, a finger slamming against his chest while you glare. "you have been driving me fucking crazy for years. i hate how much i fucking think about you."
his eyes aren't even on yours. he's staring at your tits, then flickering to your lips. there's no emotion that's readable on him.
he's too focused on the way your chest heaves and your lips purse to even process what words come out of your mouth.
"stop fucking staring at my tits and look at me, sukuna. look at me!"
"been trying real fuckin' hard not to."
you hate how your body reacts to his voice, the way your stomach flips. the way that despite your anger, all you can think about right now is how the weight of him on you would feel.
his eyes flicker upwards to meet yours and it just makes you see red. "don't you dare look at me like that."
like he's starved for something neither of you can admit to wanting. like he craves you in more ways than anyone could ever possibly know.
you give in to every single tiny thought that forces itself into your brain, breath shaky as you look at his lips for just a moment. and your regret is consuming you, the way your jaw clenches and you have to turn your head away from him.
"like what?"
you sigh, exasperated. "you know what you're doing. don't play stupid, i can't do this anymore. this… back and forth childish bullshit. it's exhausting."
he doesn't say anything, just staring at you with something you don't understand in his eyes. he looks too calm compared to you, blank stare that just makes you embarrassed.
did you imagine him being anything other than a dick?
"please… say something. i-i thought that maybe you felt something t-"
you gasp when he kisses you hard, his hands gripping your hips with so much roughness your bones ache.
you forget about the door being open.
you're lost in his kiss, the way he tastes of whiskey and smells like sunscreen and cologne. his hands slide all over you, as if he's been waiting to touch you for so long he's trying to burn it into his own memory.
one of them grips onto your hair, tugging your head back to kiss you harder.
you're a whining mess from his touch alone, small noises coming out that might make you feel embarrassed if you weren't so pent up from him.
the wood groans beneath his weight when he pulls you in closer, your tits squished against him while your tongues collide. he's rough, but not so much it hurts.
just enough to make you melt into him, pure unadulterated lust taking over.
the weight that lifts off of your chest – years worth of build up – all combusts into nothing.
that's enough to make you go desperate, your hips helplessly twitching while you try to force yourself closer to him somehow.
he lets go of your hair, hands reaching down and bracing behind your thighs before he's pulling you up. your arms wrap around his neck, legs around his waist while you gasp into his mouth.
he carries you into the room, a foot slamming the door shut so hard the walls rattle.
you're suddenly dropped, landing onto the bed with a gasp while he immediately hovers and kisses you again, pinning your hands above your head.
you can hear the distant thud of something outside falling and loud laughter, shaking underneath him while his tongue thrashes against yours in a delicious rhythm.
your hips twitch, grinding upwards desperately.
he grunts into your mouth, slowly rolling down against you. you can feel the bulge of his cock press into you, thick and unbelievably hard.
you whimper at the feeling when he presses down harder, the friction just enough to stimulate your clit. your eyes roll back, teeth sinking onto his bottom lip and pulling.
his fingernails dig into your skin, a growl coming out.
he pulls back, pupils blown out as he stares down at you. "can't hold back anymore…"
he looks like he's ready to tear you apart, heavy weight of his hips forcing you to be pinned to the mattress. you can hear more laughter and then water splashing vaguely, but you're head is too clouded to really focus.
one of his hands trails down your neck to your chest, sending shivers down your spine.
you whine when his fingers graze over your nipples through your bikini top.
he reaches for the string that's tied behind your neck, pulling it loose and forcing the fabric down to expose your tits. they spill out into the cool air, nipples hardening.
his eyes flicker down and he licks his lips, breathing out heavily while he starts kneading them with his big, rough hands.
you whine out at the feeling of his callouses brushing against your nipples, eyebrows knitting together and head tossing back into the mattress.
he watches with a predatory gaze, his thumbs rhythmically grazing over your sensitive nipples until you’re arching off the mattress. every single inch of you is a victim to his stare, and he can't seem to look away.
his palms trail down your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake until he's grazing where your shorts sit on your hips.
neither of you speak, just the sound of heavy breaths as his thumbs hook into your shorts and slowly tug down. you lift your hips as he pulls, the fabric sliding off and dropping to the floor.
he stares down at the wet patch that's formed on your bikini bottoms and smirks, pressing his thumb into it hard. "all wet over nothing."
you whine when he starts rubbing circles into the fabric, hips sputtering against his touch. his other hand pushes down against your pubic bone, forcing you to stay still.
he watches closely as your eyes roll back, a gasped moan echoing off of the walls while he rubs your clit.
"wish i did this sooner." he mutters, hand sliding into your bottoms and down your slit.
the moment he feels how wet you really are, he lets out a grunt of approval. then he slides two thick fingers into your hole, stretching your pussy out enough to make your jaw drop.
his thumb presses into your clit while he finger fucks you, the sound of your slick squelching while his thumb grinds lazily against you.
he hits somewhere in you that you've never felt before, a loud whine passing your lips that makes him flinch and move his free hand to cover up your mouth. "quiet." he hisses, "or someone will hear us."
you nod frantically against his hand, toes curling when he keeps nudging that same spot with the pads of his fingers.
you're already so close, drool gathering against his palm while your peak barrels at you.
he doesn’t let up, his fingers curling inside you to find that sensitive ridge again and again until you’re shaking beneath him. you're just teetering on the edge, hips grinding up to meet every movement until you finally cum hard.
your eyes clamp shut, back arching into the air as he starts rubbing harsh circles against your clit. "fuck-" you whine into his hand, pure euphoria hitting you.
he doesn't stop until you start crying, fat tears rolling down your cheeks while he works you through it.
you're a sputtering mess beneath him, teary eyes blurring your vision while you look at him.
"think you can handle it now…" he mumbles, his fingers leaving your pussy pulsing around nothing while he stands to take his clothes off.
when he finally reaches his boxers and tugs them down, you're breathless. you knew he'd be big – but this? you're almost afraid.
he isn't just long, but almost scarily thick too.
your eyes are wide as you stare at it, suddenly sobered up at the sight of his cock alone. it twitches under your gaze, heavy and throbbing.
his hand wraps around it and it really hits you then. his hands somehow look small in comparison. you bite down on your bottom lip, eyes meeting his again. he just tilts his head at you, feigning ignorance.
"something wrong?"
you shake your head, swallowing thickly when he climbs into bed with you. you're nervous now, breathing somehow picking up even more as he adjusts your body.
you get on your hands and knees, back arching and anticipating the graze of his cock.
the mattress dips under his weight, the creak of the wood sounding like a warning as he settles behind you.
you’re trembling, palms flat against the duvet, head hanging low as you try to catch your breath.
you're fucking terrified. not just over the fact that this is really happening, but also at how big he is. you should've known…
"you ready f'me?" he breathes, body heat intense as he presses against you. you nod, not trusting yourself to even speak.
you gasp when the tip brushes against your folds, gathering some of your wetness and rubbing up and down your slit. your teeth sink into your bottom lip, a strangled moan coming out.
he pushes just the tip in and your mouth falls open, eyes rolling back.
it almost hurts how big he is, each heavy inch of him stretching your pussy out in ways you've never felt before.
nobody else could ever dream of comparing to this – to him.
your pussy throbs around his length, dull ache growing as he slowly buries himself into you.
his hands come down to grip your hips, thumbs digging into the soft flesh of your waist as he anchors you in place. you're shaking, head bowed low, watching the way your hands tremble.
"breathe. you need to relax." he whispers, but when he suddenly pushes in further you can't help the way your breath hitches.
you're whimpering now, a high, needy sound that bounces off the cabin walls, and you can only hope the music downstairs is loud enough to drown it out.
he's so fucking thick it's dizzying, and when he bottoms out you're grateful that it doesn't hurt you. because it just barely misses the mark of it, the tip nestling in somewhere that has you seeing stars.
your back arches, ass pressing back until you slam into his hips and thighs, his fingernails digging into the fat of your hips.
"fuck," he groans, the word sounding like it's taking all of his energy as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, "you're so fucking tight. i can't-"
he thrusts forward, interrupting himself.
his teeth sink into your skin and your arms collapse, ass still up in the air while you suck in a breath. the feeling of his bite has your pussy clenching around him, a small groan passing his lips while he starts a brutal pace.
the bedframe slams into the wall rhythmically, a steady thud that bounces off of the walls.
but it's not enough to cover the whimpers that pass your lips, each noise growing louder and louder as it's forced out of you from each deep thrust.
"fuck, sukuna–" you gasp, your voice breaking as he hits that spot again, the force of him sending waves of heat through your lower stomach.
he reaches forward, grabbing onto your arms and forcing them behind your back. he holds onto them, lifting your body up off of the bed while holding your hands to fuck into you harder.
his sweat coated chest presses against you, a steady heat that clashes with how cold your nipples feel.
"i-it's so good- i can't-" you whine out, tears filling your eyes again.
he somehow starts moving faster, "but you take it so fucking good for me. such a good girl."
you moan at the praise, your head lolling back into his shoulder. the sound of skin slapping against skin is almost too loud, too much, and too obvious to anyone that could hear it.
he slams your body down into the pillows, one hand holding your head down while the other keeps your hands pressed into the small of your back painfully.
you squeal at the sudden change, the angle hitting somewhere else entirely.
"didn't i tell you to be quiet?" he snaps, voice raspy, "y'want me to stop? or y'wanna get caught?"
you shake your head frantically, crying out when he pushes his weight against you hard.
the thought of the others hearing you makes your pussy twitch and tighten around him even more. it's a sick thrill, the danger of it making every deep, punishing thrust feel twice as heavy.
he lets go of your hands, but only so he can reach around and find your clit again, his thumb grinding into you with a frantic, punishing speed.
"you're so wet for me it’s pathetic," he chuckles, the vibration of his voice hitting your spine. "just needed to be fucked by a real man, huh? that's why you were such a bitch."
you whimper at his words, crying out into the pillow.
you're so close to cumming again it hurts, clit throbbing beneath his touch.
"pretended to hate me just 'cause you couldn't cope with wanting to fuck me, huh?" you just nod your head into the pillows, screaming into them when you cum again.
his thumb grinds into your slick clit even as your walls are spasming and clenching around him desperately, hips still slamming into yours.
he lets out a half laugh, breathless while he moves his hand back to your hip to focus on his own orgasm. "so fucking loud."
his hands hurt you when he tilts your hips at a different angle, hitting in deeper to the point where it almost hurts. you can barely form even a thought right now, too fucked out and overwhelmed.
"bet you love this. being handled like this, fucked stupid. such a dumb little slut."
you whimper at his words, clenching around him. drool spills out of your mouth and onto the pillows, the sound of your sobbing pussy echoing out in loud wet sounds.
every time he thrusts particularly deep, the headboard cracks into the wall loud enough to make you flinch.
his thrusts are growing more sloppy with each heavy motion, closer to finally cumming himself.
he grips your hips so hard it aches, most definitely leaving bruises in the morning. "fuck- 'm gonna-"
he only manages four heavy, deep strokes before he stills balls deep in you.
you can feel every single spurt of his cum while his hips jerk, a visceral growl/groan passing his lips while he cums inside you.
both of you take a while to catch your breaths, the sound of everyone else outside now becoming the main source of sound once again.
by the time he slides out of you, you collapse down onto the bed and lie there silently. "you good?" he asks.
you just nod, breath still shaky.
he moves from behind you, footsteps pattering around the room. you hear him slide his boxers on, then the door opens.
your heart drops – did he leave?
but then it clicks open again, a deep breath coming from him as he walks over to you and starts gently cleaning you up. the softness and sincerity of his movements makes your stomach flutter, turning around to face him.
your eyes trail over him; his tattoos, the way his muscles flex as he cleans you. it's so… not what you were expecting. in the best possible way.
the two of you fall asleep, but you're not even sure when. you wake up at 2am to his arms wrapped around you tightly, a small smile forming on your face despite it all.
by the time you get up in the morning, sunlight's peeking through the curtains. you yawn and stretch a bit, feeling a large arm tighten its grip against you.
"no…" sukuna mumbles, his voice much deeper in the morning than how it usually is.
you giggle a bit, shaking him off of you. "no to what? i'm hungry, i'm getting up."
he sighs and opens his eyes, glancing over at you. you can't help but stop in your tracks, eyes wide. he looks so good right now, sprawled out on the bed like that.
you climb out of bed and tug a random shirt on, walking over to the mirror and attempting to make yourself look at least somewhat normal for breakfast. but it's a bit hard with the marks left on you.
you try your best to hide the only obvious one, the bite mark that sits at the bottom of your neck and shoulder.
by the time you're done, he's up too.
"you ready?"
you nod.
the door opens and you smell coffee and syrup, inhaling deeply.
when you get downstairs, everyone's doing their own thing. eating food, sipping coffee, scrolling on their phones – until they see you and sukuna.
then it's… uncomfortable.
nobara's eyes flicker to the spot you tried so hard to cover up and block, a small smirk on her face. maki looks like she's disappointed but not surprised by any of it, and the others seem to be dumbfounded.
except for satoru. "good morning, you two! guess it's an extra good one, huh?"
you raise your eyebrows. "uh, what?"
"they heard us." sukuna shrugs, walking past you and to the fridge without an ounce of care.
you freeze, eyes wide as you glance around. "what?"
nobara rolls her eyes. "no, satoru heard you guys. we just know about it."
Dating needy MSBY!Atsumu, Sakusa, Bokuto, and Hinata (separate)
contains: yummy MSBY men being utterly obsessed with you and driving you insane in the best ways. f!reader. NSFW HCs, all 18+ smut under the cut! Atsumu will cry if you ever leave him. Kiyoomi is the man of your dreams and idc what anyone says, when he eats it, he does it nasty style. Bokuto is big and feral, and he loves you, send tweet. Hinata’s dick has you under spells.
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Slutty, very in love!Atsumu who truly just loves when you take care of him all the time, in all ways possible.
He was lucky enough to find himself the nicest girl alive, who didn’t mind how much he wanted to hoard all of her attention. It was his dream come true.
He loved how much you cared for him, how easy it seemed to be for you to support him in all the ways that were important to him from day one.
The sweet sticky notes you leave out on the counter on the days you’ll know he’ll be home before you, all the meals you make for him without a care for his pickyness, waking up at the ass-crack of dawn to go with him to the gym when he complained in bed to you about feeling unmotivated, boasting to everyone who’d listen about your superstar athlete of a man, going to every game you’re able to make it to and let him go on and on about all the cool things he wanted to recap once you were on the drive back.
Every bit of your relationship was something straight out of his best fantasies.
He’s terrified of the idea of ever losing you. You were perfect. He loved feeling confident in your love for him, and while all the little things you did served well to reassure him, sex had to be one of the easiest, and quickest ways to make him feel secure in his place in your life.
He was a cocky attention slut at heart, especially for you. If he wanted a reminder that he was still the absolute best in the eyes of his sweet girl, he knew exactly what he needed to do to get it.
He was the type to come back after a long day of training—drained out of his mind and feeling like he wasn’t doing his best for some stupid reason—and treat himself to your boundless affections to get out of his worries.
And what he meant by that was practically mounting you the second he came back home, still sweaty and in his training clothes, having rushed over the moment they were done.
All he needed to perk himself back up was have you drooling over him, saying things like “Fuck, Tsumu you’re so big.”, “You’re so strong.”, “You fuck me so good, please don’t stop.” While he all but ruined you right there on the entryway floor, because he couldn’t make it past your sweet voice welcoming him back without fishing his dick out of his pants.
He made the discovery of his little preference a bit before you started living with him.
The two of you had a pretty heavy argument a few days before you were going to officially move in. It was smoothed out shortly after it happened and you had reassured him no longer being upset the next morning. Despite that, there was something about him still so saddened that he made you upset. He felt like such an idiot, almost ruining his own shot at a wonderful life with you.
He knew you weren’t angry anymore, and you promised him you’d still be bringing your stuff over next week, but there was still something nagging him deep down and it just wouldn’t stop.
Atsumu truly cared about what you thought of him, and he doesn’t know what he’d do if those thoughts were to ever be negative.
The day after the argument, you found him waiting at your job's reception area when your lunch break started. You were whisked away as soon as he spotted you, and treated to a nice little restaurant close by.
He spent most of the lunch repeating apologies for the night before that you took more than gladly, chuckling to yourself at how remorseful he was over something that had undoubtedly been a rather small rock in the road.
“Tsumu, I told you I forgive you. We were both being stupid, there’s no need to apologize anymore.” You reassured him once more, smiling as he took your hand in his across the table.
“I know, I know. I’ll stop it. But couldja swear again ya still love me?” He looked at you with sad puppy dog eyes, and it took everything in you not to laugh.
“I swear to God, I still love you and I’ll never stop.”
“Alright, I’ll calm down now… I’ll calm down some.”
After a nice hour of cheering you and himself up, Atsumu took you back to work; but not before pulling you to the backseat of his car, begging for your praise while pounding you relentlessly in some lonely spot on the back of your office’s parking lot.
Atsumu knew he could’ve waited until you were back home, but he desperately needed to have absolute acceptance to his apologies; and something he’d never doubt to be truthful was the sounds of your wet pussy swallowing his dick whole, accompanied by the feeling of your beautifully manicured hands clinging to his back.
He was more talkative then than he had been any other time you had sex with him, which is an insane feat for Atsumu.
He had you on your back against the plush leather seats, his hands firmly grasping your hips to keep you from squirming away from his deep, oppressive thrusts while he buried his face on your neck.
“M making ya feel good?—don’t run from it, c’mon—No one else could make you feel like this.” He sounded completely wrecked against you, breathy, desperate voice muffled against you, vying for your praise by making you see stars. “No one else can give this perfect pussy what it needs. Ain’t that right, sweet girl?”
He had to bite down on your shoulder to keep himself from moaning loud enough for the entire lot to hear, leg muscles taut and twitching as he felt his high approaching when you started crying out his name, telling him he’s the only one who can fuck you that good.
“Just me. That’s right, baby.” He thrusted in you erratically, arms sliding under you to wrap firmly around your back, arching it just right to pound you at a better angle, dragging his swollen tip against that sweet spot to make you come undone with him. “Tell me ya love me, please ‘m so close—”
Atsumu had gone back home feeling so giddy and relieved, the most stupid lovesick smile stuck on his face the entire afternoon, and still there when he picked you up from work. You had to bribe him so he’d wait until you made it to your house to throw himself at you again.
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Domineering, devoted!Sakusa who had the world’s most patient princess for a partner.
He knew he wasn’t the easiest person to date; he had all his problems with people, he was far too blunt—the warmth and tenderness he now treated you with was completely nonexistent when you first met—he was far too focused in his career and often consumed by it, and yet you didn’t seem to care about any of it.
You treated his filterless honesty as an endearing thing. You admired his dedication and often reassured him of not being bothered by it, as long as he still gave you attention when he was home. You adapted to all his hygienic routines when you moved in with him as if you had been following them your whole life, never judging him for how thorough he was about some things, only chuckling to yourself at certain rules while nodding along.
You were never upset at how quickly he liked leaving parties and events, you didn’t mind how he reserved most of his affection for behind closed doors, you gladly took the smallest bits of PDA he was okay with providing—like holding your wrist while you walked, sitting close enough your knees touched, or keeping a hand on your lower back whenever he deemed it appropriate—all because you knew when you got back home, you’d get all of him, unfiltered, and obsessed.
He was very appreciative of every compromise you made, everything you sacrificed, everything you agreed to; and he went out of his way to show it, wanting to make sure you’d never wake up one day upset about the life you were having with him.
Kiyoomi treated you like something worth caring for at all times, the apple of his eye. When he was home, you could completely forget about touching a single kitchen utensil, he would make anything you pleased and would only let you sit on one of the stools and eye him up.
He made an effort to indulge you in every single request, no matter how big or small, just as long as it didn’t threaten your well-being.
And God forbid you even thought of using your own money for any frivolous purchases your heart desired. He’d let you spend down to his last cent if you so wished; though thankfully for you both, you weren’t keen on bankruptcy.
In general, Kiyoomi was very hands-on when it came to caring for you. In every single way. He enjoyed showing you how truly devoted he was to reciprocating the kindness you graced him with, it was no one’s fault some of his preferred methods for it fell along indecent lines.
It could have to do with the fact that he often worried his lack of affection in public could ever become a problem for you, so he made sure to be all over you the second you were alone.
He took giving you all of him behind closed doors very seriously.
It would start as soon as he was back, immediately at ease at the perfectly pristine penthouse, taking off his shoes, his mask, and setting down everything in their respective places before he made his way to wherever you were.
Some days he’d be slower in his approach, when he found you already unwinding from your own responsibilities.
He’d take your hand, giving it a chaste kiss while pulling you against him, asking you to join him in the shower. He’d start subtle, sweet. Helping you wash your hair, kissing and caressing every inch of your body he could manage to get at while the water remained warm. But before you knew it, soft massages and whispered compliments would end in you stuck between him and the tiled wall, his name leaving your lips like a prayer, while he thoroughly and efficiently showed you how much he loved you.
“Doing so good for me, need you to give me another one before you can take this cock.” Making your knees weak by sucking along your neck, his thumb pressed against your clit while three fingers shove into your gummy walls relentlessly.
And best believe he’d be nowhere near done until you were completely dumb and spent after cumming for the umpteenth time.
After it all ended, he’d carefully dry you down before carrying you to bed while asking what you wanted for dinner, kissing your forehead in the softest way possible, as if he hadn’t rearranged your guts to the point of madness just two minutes ago.
Other times he’d throw subtlety and patience out the window, on the days where he’d find you in the middle of some work task or house chore you still needed to get through, not in the mood to wait until you were done.
He enjoyed it a little too much when he caught you like that, too busy drying off dishes to notice the way he eyed you up when he stepped into the kitchen.
You’d be none the wiser, melting as he pressed a kiss to your temple, arms wrapping around your waist from behind. He’d ask how your day was while peppering the side of your face with more innocent kisses.
“I went to get those new sweet potato treats you said you wanted us to try.”
“You did?” He smiled against your cheek, giving another kiss to it before moving down to your jaw
“Yeah, it took a bit too long to find them. It was a restock day at the store you told me about. There were boxes everywhere with the wrong labels piled on every aisle.”
“You had to be glad I wasn’t there.” He mumbled against your neck, breathing in the soft scent of your body wash still present on your skin.
His hands slowly made their way to your sweatpants, undoing the strings before sliding his hand down your front. “Keep talking.”
He chuckled to himself when you started stuttering out your words, already too excited when the only thing he had done so far was drag his finger along your clothed slit.
“Was just saying it took me a whileee—Kiyoomi!” You squealed in surprise when he yanked down your sweatpants and underwear, a large palm coming to your lower back to make you bend against the counter before you could say anything else.
“I’m listening. It took you a long time because it was such a mess.” He repeated, gaze now stuck between your thighs. He sank down to his knees behind you, nudging you to spread your legs with a simple pat to your inner thigh. “But you still did it, because it was for me. Is that not it?”
“Of course. You—You were so excited hearing about them I wanted to—shit.” You did your best to keep your legs apart when his open palms went up your thighs, all the way until they were on each side of your already willing pussy, one of his thumbs came up to draw tight slow circles on your clit, making you clutch the edge of the countertop, your hole clenching around nothing, all for him to watch.
“You wanted to do something nice for me.” He finished for you, smirking to himself at the soft sounds he was dragging out of you.
“Ye—Yes!”
“Like the perfect girl you are. Always making me happy.” His thumb briefly dipped into your entrance, slowly thrusting in once to slick it up before dragging it back down to keep making you squirm with perfectly measured rubs to your twitching clit.
“I try my best.”
“Do I always make you happy too?” His thumb pressed tighter against you, his other hand trailing up your ass to grope the plush skin, pulling to spread your pussy wider, every bit of wetness dripping out on display for his eyes only.
“Of course, Omi—haah fuck—You make me so happy, baby.”
“Don’t mind if I make sure that’s true, do you? If I make sure you’re happy with me?” Warm breath ghosted over your skin when he leaned closer, waiting for that weak, whimpered agreement to come out of your pretty lips.
“Please do.”
“Thank you, princess.”
Next thing heard in the quiet, cold kitchen would be the completely depraved sound of Kiyoomi spitting on your pussy and subsequently the pathetic whimper that tore out of your throat when his tongue dragged a long, slooww swipe along your slit before burying his face in.
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Obsessed and freaky, but adorable!Bokuto who just loved being with you too much! He is a true believer that if you love someone you will want to live in their skin. And god knows he would if he could.
Ever since you first started dating you had grown accustomed to the feel of Bokuto’s heavy, warm, strong body around you. There was never a time the two of you were out together where he didn’t touch you in some way; hands intertwined together, an arm thrown over your shoulders, a hand on your waist, or even his fingers holding to the belt loops of your jeans, anything he could manage to make you feel close to him.
And as your relationship grew, so did his displays of affection.
At some point he stopped caring about where you were or who was around, if he wanted to feel you flush against him, he would make it happen.
He’d sit you down on his lap while he chatted along with his teammates, be it at your house, theirs, even at bars. If you needed to stand for whatever reason, he’d sit right next to you, hands wrapped around your waist or one of your thighs, with his face resting on your side.
His touch tended to turn towards slightly inappropriate, but it was an accident more often than not. It was slightly automatic, if you will.
If you wore a nicely snug top, he couldn’t help but sneak in a squeeze or two when he saw it, no matter where the two of you were.
One time you came to pick him up from training because his car was getting fixed and you made the mistake of wearing a dangerously showy neckline; he practically jumped upon seeing you, like every other time, but instead of engulfing you in his usual bear hug, he picked you up by wrapping his arms under your butt so you’d be higher than him, burying his face in your cleavage in the process.
A loud “You look so good, baby! I missed you!” coming out muffled from where his face stationed itself. Too caught up in you to pay attention to the whistles and laughs from his friends.
You had a stern talk with him about PDA after that, one that truly just went in one ear and out the other because his attention was solely on how good you looked that day. He only nodded along with a dumb smile, muttering small apologies while his hands slid up under your shirt, fondling your breasts through your bra while trying his best to actually hear the words coming out of your mouth.
Bokuto never meant to be perverted per se, he was just insufferably oblivious to how the lines between his affections and his horniness seemed to blur together. And when he noticed, he couldn't care less.
He just loved touching you, and you can’t blame him for loving his fiancée oh so much!
He’d be the clingiest after long days at work. Hours of running drills, practicing spikes, and lifting weights wasn’t necessarily something that made him want to run back home. He loved it all; what he hated was the days where it all mixed with a dozen other things he had to do—new uniform fittings, preps for press before the next game, meetings about the next tournament and what they all needed to focus on, and a quick drink with his teammates before heading out—making him leave early in the morning while you were still asleep, and return far too late (8:15pm) when you must’ve been done with work and everything you had to do ages ago.
He felt so sad when he thought about all the time you spent on your own—you were fine, his suffering was completely made up—all alone, without his hugs, his kisses, his tickles, the sporadic lick to your face you claimed to hate but he was sure you loved. It must be so terrible for you!
Late nights like that he’d find you laying on the couch, legs sprawled, hair messy splayed out on the cushion behind you, slowly flipping through the pages of whatever book you were currently obsessing over, and he’d be unable to help himself.
Dropping his gym bag on the floor, phone on the coffee table, and throwing himself at you. He smelt like a mix of sweat, his cologne, and whatever drink he quickly dawned before coming back to you.
“Kotaro, baby.” He’d hum in response, carefully closing your book and putting it aside before smushing his face in your chest, warm hands sliding up your sides from under your thin top. “You’re crushing me.”
“‘M sorry. I missed you though.” He’d make no effort to move at first, keeping his whole body weight on you and only letting up after hearing you say you missed him too.
Then he perked up, pushing himself up on one of his elbows to keep some weight off you while his other hand came up to your face, brushing away loose strands of hair before kissing your nose “How much did you miss me?”
“A lot.”
“What’s a lot?” He’d ask, making you chuckle when he tried to bite back a smile, this was a serious matter only. “A lot like you were counting the seconds until my return just now or a lot like you couldn't stop crying the moment you got home and realized I wasn’t back yet?”
“You’re never gonna believe me, Ko. I did both things.”
“I knew it.”
You laughed when he started attacking you with kisses, having given him the answer he needed. Of course you missed him to the point of tears, just like he missed you!
He covered your face in small quick smooches before finally bringing his lips to yours.
One thing about Bokuto is that he didn’t care for giving you short, sweet pecks when he felt clingy like this. He kissed you the way you’d expect of someone like him, completely overpowering, all-consuming, and as passionate as everything else he did.
The kind of kisses that took your breath away and made you too distracted to notice his hands already working your clothes off, pulling down the straps of your tank top and dragging it down enough to free your tits, rough hands groping shamelessly.
He’d break away only to fully take the top off and pick you up to switch your positions, sitting down and plopping you on his lap, so you'd straddle him.
If you tried to stop him—why would you do such a thing—the only thing you’d get out of him would be his hands firmly digging on your hips, helping you slowly roll them against him, his hardening bulge perfectly pressed against you.
“Baby, give Ko a second, yeah?” The words came out rasped, shooing off any more attempts at slowing him down. “Just need a minute.” He’d murmur before bringing you forward with another mean roll of your hips so your tits were right on his face, slowly licking around one of your perked buds when he leaned in before fully taking your nipple in his mouth.
His warm tongue sucked eagerly while one of his hands came up to grope your other breast, rolling the neglected peak between his index and thumb.
His fingers dug on your skin while he slobbered over your tits, moving from one to the other; he switched between sucking on them and leaving hickeys around the soft skin, moving up to your neck every so often to do the same thing. Sharp canines dragged along your pulse point, a silent, exciting threat keeping you pliant above him while his hips bucked up with every new grind of yours, precum already leaking past his underwear.
And don’t even get him started on how it was when he had to travel. Away games when you were too full with work to come with? His own personal hell. And yours too. It’s like he knew just how terrible he was going to be when he came back that he had to make sure you were just as bad as him by then.
He’d call you first thing in the morning, saying he hopes you had the best day ever, telling you how he misses you so much it makes him want to throw himself at the ocean—even though it has only been one night—how he can’t wait to be back home and cuddle with you all weekend long. All tooth rotting cuteness that was only bound to crumble the longer he went on without you.
That same day you could count on those kind of messages to start flooding in the moment your lunch break started.
“Hey baby!!!”
“Have you been thinking about me? I’ve been thinking about you”
“Miss that pretty face and your sweet pussy”
“And your tits!”
“Think you could send me a picture? I only have old ones, and I marked you up so pretty yesterday, I wanna see that again”
He holds off on just that at first, keeping you eager for his return over texts, teasing compliments, obscene comments, and maybe one or two pictures of his dick straining in his boxers.
Then on the last night before he returned, like clockwork, you’d get a call once you were already cozy under the sheets, some time after he texted you goodnight.
Low, breathy. “Hey, baby. Weren’t sleeping yet, were you?,” coming out from the other line, followed by the unmistakable sound of him stroking himself, hard. Small groans leaving his lips, not caring to pretend. “I miss you so much, angel. You have no idea.”
“Can’t even wait to come back tomorrow, Ko. You’re so needy.” You chuckled lightly, though your words came out strained, he sounded so goddamn good.
“All for you.” He rasped out, his breathing ragged as he picked up the speed, every word out of his mouth growing progressively nastier the closer he got. “Gonna make you feel so good tomorrow, make you sit on my face and ride it til you’re tapping out.”
“Fuck, I wish I was there with you.”
“Wouldn’t have to use my hand if I was laying there next to you, would be using you instead. And you’d love it, right baby? You love taking this fat cock in that cute little pussy of yours.”
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Irresistible, proud owner of a hypno dick!Hinata who wasn’t needy at all, at least he didn’t think so.
He met you shortly after coming back from Brazil, and like most of his infatuations, his feelings for you hit him hard and all at once. He made no effort to hide or downplay being interested in you.
He got your number the day you met without a second thought. He asked you out on a date after only two days of talking, and he was the perfect gentleman all around from the start.
He never hid how excited he was to be with you, bringing you gorgeous flowers every day he saw you, a different kind each time so that you’d have a unique bouquet at home. He kept an extra umbrella with him on rainy days because you always forgot yours. For the first few dates he asked for permission to kiss before dropping you off at home, blushing every time you said yes. He invited you to all his games, even practice ones, always running to you at the end, sweaty and adrenaline-filled asking you if you saw that really cool block he made near the end, it was very cool, wasn’t it? Do you think he’s cool? Please say yes.
He was sweet in a way that made it impossible for you not to swoon, and that continued on far past the first dates. Once your relationship was more serious, and you moved in together, you could’ve sworn Hinata became ten times more affectionate than he already was, and even more excited to be near you, if that was even possible.
He was stoked about every step of the process. Unpacking both of your things in the new apartment was to him of equal excitement to being at an amusement park for the first time when you’re young; every time he set one of his things next to yours he’d turn to you to boast about it. “Look! That’s your toothbrush, next to mine. Isn’t that nice?”
Hinata didn’t think he was needy, because he didn’t have to be. He was just so goddamn cute you couldn’t not throw yourself at him.
Every stupidly sweet sentence, every content sigh thrown your way, every surprise hug he pulled you into that made you melt against his embrace, everything about him was enough to make you pull him in for delirious kisses that almost always ended in something way beyond just kissing.
Now, he wasn’t completely unaware. He knew you had the softest spot for him and he did take advantage of it sometimes. He just loved the fact that you only needed the smallest of encouragement to ask him for more, it made him feel wanted, and desired. He loved that.
And so, whenever he did feel particularly mushy, and like he wanted every part of you to himself as soon as possible, he would take out all the little tricks that worked perfectly to get you under him.
Lingering for a little too long in the bathroom while you were showering to ‘look for something’ and talking about how glad he was he got off early that day because he was so spent and couldn’t wait to come back and see your pretty smile, how much he really wanted to kiss you, until you'd break and ask him to join you, his clothes already discarded long before you even made the offer.
Bringing you to join him on the couch when you came back from work on his days off, helping you rid of your shoes and tenderly pulling your feet to his lap, massaging them while letting you know he already ordered your favorite food, and had a nice movie picked out for the two of you to watch. He’d slowly massage up your legs until his hands were dragging along your inner thighs with just the right amount of pressure, bottom lip stuck between his teeth in restraint while he patiently waited for you to plead him to go higher.
Or his favorite, whenever you were out on the town with him. He was always happy whenever you agreed to come out with him and his friend group, the sight of you, his absolute treasure, mingling with those he loved most like you had known them all your life. It brought a sweet, fluttery ache to his heart that made him need to have you, all of you, quickly, please.
So he’d give you that look that never failed to butter you up, the world’s most lovesick ‘I can’t believe it’s you who hangs the stars in the sky’ kind of look.
“Stop that.” You warned him, yet still pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. Already knowing all too well where this was headed.
“Stop what?” He wrapped an arm around your waist, brought you to his side to kiss you back, a small innocent peck on your lips.
“We can’t leave yet, it’s still early.”
“I didn’t say we had to leave, we could just sneak away. For a moment?” He pouted, a plea that only lasted another second before he laughed at the glare you threw his way. “I’ll be good, I just want to feel you. I love you so much.”
You rolled your eyes, pursing your lips together to keep from smiling at how terribly sweet he sounded. “Just for a moment, and we’re not fucking.”
Whoever Hinata swore on when he agreed to that last part must be confused as to why they’re suddenly coughing, because that promise only lasted about five minutes.
One, two, three kisses and you were already on top of him on the passenger seat of your car, panties thrown somewhere in the backseat and two of his fingers knuckle deep in your pussy while you made quick work of undoing his jeans.
“Can I be inside you now, pretty?”
You weakly shook your head, hand wrapping around him, using the precum dripping down his tip to stroke him out in that teasingly delicious way he loved. “We have—oh just like that—have to be quick, baby. They’re waiting.”
“We’ll be back after I feel you make a mess on my dick. How’s that?”
You wanted to smack the eager grin on his face, he knew as much. But he also knew you were too down bad for him to refuse.
The second you nodded he pulled his fingers out of you, making you whine at the loss of contact.
He brought them down to his dick, smearing your wetness around it while you positioned yourself above the tip. He could only thank God the parking lot was deserted because the sounds that came out of both of you the moment you sank down on him were straight up pornographic.
Anyone who had the displeasure of hearing the two of you would’ve thought you’re fucking for the very first time after not seeing each other for years. But that's just how Shoyo was when it came to you, a completely desperate, yearning freak.
“So fucking good, you’re so perfect for me, pretty.” His hands went under your skirt, fingers digging on your ass to hold you in place while thrusting up into you like a fleshlight, the squelching sound of you creaming around him while you cried out his name being like music to his ears, the sweetest melody in the world.
He leaned up to capture your lips in his, sweet incoherent nothings muffled through the kiss. “All mine, all for me.” It was all completely uncoordinated yet oh so good the way he was hitting it just right, pussydrunk out of his mind and still so in tune with giving you exactly what you needed. “My perfect girl, love you so much, so so much.”
you know Sukuna's in love when he can't hold back the tremble in his voice
The decision to get a tattoo came from watching Sukuna for countless hours and tracing the ink on his skin while he slept, heavy and warm against your side. You’d spent years memorizing every line etched into his body.
Immediately, you knew Choso was the ideal artist for the job. When you booked a session and asked him to keep it to himself, he merely rolled his eyes but agreed to stay silent.
Walking into his sterile tattoo shop, the first thing you notice is that it’s a world away from Sukuna’s garage. Here, the air's sharp with the scent of soap, rubbing alcohol, and the faintly metallic tang of needles, a clean contrast to the heavy motor oil and exhaust fumes you usually associate with your husband's life.
As you show Choso the reference image, he doesn’t even bother with the questions, fully understanding it. He quickly prepares the stencil, since the design isn’t too difficult, then lays it on your skin. After a few seconds of applying pressure, he removes the paper and, for a minute, examines the purple lines on you from different angles to make sure it’s perfectly placed.
When he’s tattooing, he prefers to keep quiet to stay focused, but as the small, precise needle begins outlining the shape, he lets out a dry, amused huff.
"You realize he’s never going to let any of us hear the end of this, right?" Choso asks over the buzz of his tattoo machine, but despite the small complaint, a smirk touches his lips as he works. "The second he sees this, his ego is going to become everyone else’s problem for at least a month. We're all going to have to suffer his self-satisfaction."
He carefully wipes away a stray bead of ink with a paper towel, meeting your eyes in the glass of the mirror.
"But," he adds, his tone softening, dropping the teasing altogether as he changes the needles to bigger ones. "He's also probably going to forget how to breathe for a good thirty seconds. It's a good look on you."
A few hours later, back in the apartment, the sun is beginning to dip, casting long shadows across the living room. You hear the front door closing, followed by the metallic jingle of his keys hitting the ceramic dish and the tired, satisfied exhale that means Sukuna is home.
"Brat?" his voice calls out, low and gravelly. "You better not have finished those leftovers. I swear to god, I've been thinking about them since lunch."
You’re standing by the window with your back to the door. Your heart drums a frantic rhythm against your ribs, a mix of nerves and a strange, thrilling sense of anticipation.
His footsteps stop right behind you, and you feel his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest. Instantly, your body relaxes, having him so close. You tilt your head back to look at his face and see that lazy smirk you love so much.
“Kuna,” you murmur. "I decided to make it official."
"Make what official?" A low huff of laughter escapes him, and the smirk widens as he leans down to kiss your forehead. "We've been married for years, woman. If you're looking for another ring, you're gonna have to wait for the anniversary."
Pulling away from him, you take a step forward. "Look."
You lower your head and gather your hair up with both hands, fully exposing the back of your neck.
For a long moment, there’s only silence. Then you hear his breath hitch, a sharp, ragged, completely involuntary catch in the back of his throat that makes your own breath stall in response.
His large, calloused hand reaches out slowly, his fingertips hovering a fraction of an inch above the second skin on your fresh ink. It’s a replica of the mark he carries on his forehead.
He lets out a shaky, uneven exhale that fans warm against your skin. When he finally speaks, the voice is stripped bare, raw and unsteady.
"You..."
He stops, his throat working around a heavy swallow. When he tries again, the words are broken, a fine unmistakable tremble vibrating through the deep register of his voice.
"You actually... you put me on your skin?"
You finally turn around, finding him looking at you with an expression you’ve seen a thousand times, but never with this gravity. It’s not only unguarded but entirely unshielded.
Sukuna looks utterly defeated, and his usual arrogance is replaced by a stunned, shimmering disbelief. His eyes are dark, tracing your face as if he’s trying to make sure this isn’t some cruel joke.
He’s clearly overwhelmed by the scale of the gesture. For a man who carries himself like he owns every room, he looks surprisingly small in the face of your love. He stands there, breathless and visibly shattered in the most beautiful way, because you’ve given him something he never thought to ask for.
"You really did it," he whispers, and his jaw tightens with the desperate effort to keep it from quivering.
"I'm the wife, aren't I?" Your hands reach up to cup his face. "I thought it was time I looked the part."
Sukuna doesn’t answer in words because he just can’t. He simply leans down, grabs you under the thighs, and lifts you up to his eye level. You instinctively wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck, and he holds you with a desperate, crushing intensity.
His face buries into the crook of your neck, pressing his nose hard against your pulse point. He isn’t just hugging you; he’s anchoring himself to you, his breath hitching in sharp, uneven bursts he can’t quite catch. His shoulders are rigid, vibrating with the force of him trying to steady himself while still trying to process the gravity of what you’ve done, and you feel his fingers dig into the back of your shirt.
Sukuna’s known for years that he belongs to you, but seeing his mark on your skin, seeing you choose him like that, is a level of devotion that has left even a man like him completely speechless.
“I went to Choso,” you murmur, with a small, knowing smile playing on your lips, tangling your finger gently in his pink hair. “Figured since he was the one who put it on you back in university, he was the only one allowed to put it on me.”
Sukuna lets out a short, rough sound that’s between a laugh and a sigh of disbelief. He pulls back to look at you, tracing the curve of your jaw with his thumb. The tremble in his voice finally smooths into a low hum that vibrates through your chest.
“I love you,” he whispers, ragged, with the same blunt honesty he uses for everything else in his life. He leans in and presses his forehead against yours, moving his hand to the back of your head. “I love you so much, angel.”
a/n: this one's for @vennywrites. i once asked her to finish the sentence "you know Sukuna is in love when he..." and she answered, "can’t hold back the tremble in his voice". it took me a while, but it's here, baby girl. this is the moment i think he can't hold it back.
and honestly, i just really needed that level of adoration, love and fluff in my life, so i wrote this. is it cheesy? yes. is he absolutely destroyed by reader? also yes.
(i'd like to point out that this is the first time sukuna has said he loves us in this series lol)
Sukuna is reincarnated into the modern world, only to realize that being a villain is actually kind of a bore. Now a teacher at Jujutsu High by pure technicality, he’s decided being a “good guy” is way more entertaining, mostly because it still lets him do whatever he wants while everyone thanks him for it.
Unfortunately for you, that also means you get assigned to him as a specialist, since your technique is one of the very few things that can smooth out the jagged, overwhelming nature of his cursed energy after he uses it.
The problem is… you’re absolutely terrified of him. Every second in the same room feels like your body is trying to shut down, and the idea of having to touch him to do your job makes it even worse.
Sukuna, on the other hand, finds that fear hilarious and treats you like the funniest toy he’s ever been gifted.
pairing: sorcerer sukuna x sorcerer f!reader
content: mdni, slow burn, kinda enemies to lovers, objectification, toxic dynamics, power imbalance, manipulation, coercion, possessive sukuna, violence, murder, blood, gore, dubious consent vibes, true form sukuna, yuji's not his vessel (...and probably smut)
sukuna is reincarnated into jin’s twin (so yes, he’s technically yuji’s uncle), can freely switch between his human and true form, and is, in fact, a massive asshole
(minor changes to how cursed energy works)
synopsis . You clearly don’t understand who it is you belong to, so the fire lord makes things a little clearer for you via drawing his name out into that sweet cunt of yours. content . afab!reader, oral sex (f!receiving), possessiveness, royal advisor!reader (ib: my dearest @yenayaps), fingering, pet names, faint manhandling, he’s kinda feral, slight corruption kink, praise, etc.
author's note: we’re all obsessed w tht one edit, no?
“I simply don’t believe I serve much purpose to you anymore, my lord—“
“It’s only us in here, I’ve said many times before that you don’t have to call me that.” Zuko muttered, annoyance etched into his every unfairly pretty feature.
You struggled to meet eyes or reason with him, but continued in your rant nonetheless. “—You hardly heed the advice I give you, despite it being my sole purpose to you, and I've reason to believe I would be a better fit for another nation. I’ve received word from the Earth Kingdo-“
Amber eyes snap up from the floor and directly onto you, his body pushing him up from his throne to stand up straight as he scoffs, “What?”
You're hesitant to lift your chin and face him head on, gulping as your words jumble up at the center of your throat. Carefully, you lift your gaze slowly and allow yourself a moment to naturally collect both yourself and your thoughts. Patiently uttering, “My lord, please stop interrupting me. I-“
Doing the exact opposite once more, “No, seriously, what?”
You huff, meeting his eyes with your brows all furrowed. After a short pause, “What do you mean what?”
Zuko's eyes appear to be softer on you as he departs from his throne and nears you, “You’re leaving me?”
The question and the way it exits his lips is enough to make your body feel hot for reasons unbeknownst to you. Thus causing you to shoot your eyes off to the side, “W-Well, I was considering-“
“That won’t do.” Flies right out of him without second thought, as if he no longer wanted the concept to be entertained or considered at all.
You return your full attention to him with widened eyes, unconsciously stepping forward, “Pardon?”
Zuko gestures a hand out with a shake of his head, “Come here."
As you obediently move to do as you're told, you feel the intensity of his eyes raking over your frame, the heat behind them easily carving itself into your very being. Fuck if it wasn't as intimidating as ever to be alone with him like this, no matter how many times you've found yourself in this exact position in the past.
He's moved to the side of his throne and directs you towards it, ignoring the confused looks you throw his way, “Sit. I’ll show you what other purposes you serve for me.”
Everything was happening much too fast.
The man whom you’ve been diligently serving for the past few years was requesting your consent to touch you intimately so suddenly that you felt as though you were dreaming.
It’s not like you haven’t imagined it before—hell, look at him! Everyone in the Fire Nation has indulged in a fantasy or two, it’d be strange if they didn’t. Especially if they were in your shoes, being so close to him at nearly every waking hour and getting to know him on levels beyond regolness.
So when his lordship humbly requested that you sit yourself on his throne and let him give you a nice feel of what your purpose is to him, it was only natural that you succumbed to the years of not-so-hidden need that has been weighing itself on your shoulders.
Heart pounding in your chest, none of your imaginations of the past could ever quite compare to the real thing of watching the fire lord lower himself down to his knees, bring his hands to your legs, and steadily part them open whilst constantly whispering gentle confessions in hopes of insuring you're entirely comfortable with this.
Truth be told, he'd always had a bit of a crush on you—having taken quite the liking to you from the day he'd chose you to be his royal advisor.
It was an odd sensation for you to find yourself seated where Zuko typically commands the nation, especially with the way he'd loomed before you with a hint of delectable saliva building up at the corners of his mouth. You barely caught on to the way he'd asked you to undress yourself before him—to bare your body for his greedy eyes to take in—before his hands were virtually everywhere.
There was a sense of heat felt from his faintly shaking palms, as if this were the most nerve-wracking act he'd ever participated in. You were steady in your undressing, considering you needed some sort of moment to prepare yourself for what was to come.
By the time you found yourself naked—regal, advisory robes splayed out against his throne as your body sat all prettily perched upon it—Zuko was all but drooling. You'd seen his lordship make many expressions over the years but this—this was unlike anything you'd ever seen before.
And it was all for you.
In the next instance, Zuko was gripping onto your knees, letting his fingers touch with a certain firmness as he spread your legs apart. Your limbs felt mushy under his skin and you already felt your lungs struggling to maintain a steady flow of oxygen. You had an arm coming up to hide your flushing face before he'd even gotten anywhere with you and he couldn't help but crack a cheeky smile at the display.
Who knew his dutiful advisor—who'd just threatened to leave him mere moments ago, mind you—could make such cute expressions from the slightest of touches?
"Relax," Zuko cooed gently, leaning forward to lightly kiss at your inner thigh, "I'm only trying to help you understand your purpose."
Breath hitching, "My lord, I really don't think-"
His tongue rolls out along the inside of your leg and you flinch as if you'd never been touched before. This was the Fire Lord, after all. Having him like this-, watching him do something so obscene...
"You don't need to think," He hushes out to you, the curve in his lips felt right against your tensed skin, "Not now, anyway. Just feel. Can you do that for me?" It took you a few seconds but, eventually, you nodded your head. To which he cracks a smile, "Atta' girl."
Then his head traveled further up and you held eye contact with him whilst his mouth slipped over to cup the soaking lips of your cunt. Those same fiery amber-shaded eyes of his roll back almost instantaneously, a rumbling groan pouring out from deep within the pit of his stomach in reaction to the taste of you on his tongue.
And you expected him to let this go? As if.
You clasped your lip tightly in between your teeth, your hands moving out to grip onto the arms of the throne as you braced yourself, hips jerking forwards ever so slightly to meet the feel of Zuko's hot tongue. A sloppy trail of saliva is left in the wake of every flick from his oral muscle, the hum he lets out against you enough to have your legs squirming around under his touch.
There's a smooth sound of schliiiick that rings out though the throne room, the noise surely loud enough for someone beyond its large walls to hear. Not that you or him seem to care, though.
Whines 'n moans are easily pulled from somewhere in your throat as his mouth maneuvers suavely to capture the entirety of your saccharine taste onto the center of his tongue.
Your back soon slumps against the throne, leaving you to stare in awe at the starving lord of a man who's cravings could only be satisfied through the taste of your sloppy cunt. There's a feeling of paranoia haunting you from somewhere within your gut that at any moment now a person could knock on the throne room doors or simply burst right in with an urgent matter but, ask Zuko if he cares!
Spoiler alert: he doesn't.
The tips of his tongue dive and dip all around the very ends 'n ins of your pussy, lapping out the most provocative of gushes form deep within you. You're a blissed-out mess of moans before he even thinks to pull himself up for a moment to breathe. And by then, your hands have buried themself into his long lushes locks of hair, tugging and pulling at his head as your teeth tatter against themself in an honest attempt at maintaining even the slightest fracture of your composure.
Then Zuko's body shifts forward and suddenly his tongue his snaking its looong self past your folds, wetly spreading you open on it. Your back arches almost immediately and you think your eyes cross just as your fingers scrape over his scalp.
Zuko's head tilts ever so slightly to lick at your insides at a circularly different angle, tongue plucking itself in and out of your gushy entrance simply to have your arousal leaking all down the expanse of his jawline.
When the man tugs himself away to gasp, he's only diving back in half a second later to kiss over your clit and then smear the tip of his tongue around it—showcasing to you that his skills go beyond mere fire bending and that his tongue has learned how to bend the feel of a new element to you.
Something raw jumps out of your throat and you pant out his name whilst he shakes his head into you and then proceeds to respond to your calls by spelling his name out around your clit.
Then come his fingers—and fuck if they aren't farrr thicker than you were prepared for, initially prodding at your drooling hole, and then carefully pushing into you after a mere tease to that clingy ring of resistance he's met with.
Your lower lip pushes out and you moan just past it, earning his attention for the first time in a while as his eyes come up to find your lewdly-set expression.
"Ah," Using a free hand to wipe some of the slick from his mouth, Zuko moves up towards you and keeps his fingers working your insides, "Don't pout. You can take this much," He encourages, a second digit carefully slipping into you. "See? Two of my fingers, buried so deep inside you like that..." His words earn a particularly filthy squelch. "Shit, you should feel honored by this, sweetheart."
You manage a huff at that, nails chafing into the arm of the throne again, "Y-You and that damn-, ngh, honor..."
He snickers, his thumb poking forward to plumply round your clit, "Tell me I'm wrong. Tell me you don't feel honored to have me this devoted to you."
"Zuko," You moan instead of answering correctly.
Letting it slide due to his soft spot for you, he merely sighs. "Please understand that this is your purpose to me, not abandoning me to go whisper in the ears of Earth Kingdom fools." Zuko explains to you, voice coming out in warm waves against the crown of your ear, "Understood?"
You nod, "Y-Yes, Zuko."
His head cocks to the side, fingers jolting up against your slicked walls to curl, "You address me so formally any other time but now..." He pulls away a few inches to cast his eyes over your expression, fully appreciating how gorgeously you fall apart on just two of his fingers.
He can only begin to imagine how satisfying it would be to see you do the same on his cock. Fuck, you probably wouldn't even be able to handle that, would you?
No, but you'd damn sure try if he let you...
Meeting his gaze, "Yes, my lord." You correct in a short whisper.
For the first time ever, Zuko realizes the title doesn't sound so bad coming from you.
At least, not in this context since his cock promptly hardens through his robes in reaction to that sweet, sweet tone of yours.
He would've spelt his name out into your cunt and split you open on his fingers a long time ago if he knew this would be the result!
A smirk splays out across his wet mouth and he leans in, his breath mingling with your own, "Cum for me, my advisor. Show me where your loyalties lie."
That quickly sends you right over the edge, your cunt clenching and twitching all around his fingers as one of your hands move out to clutch onto his royal clothing.
Breathlessly puffing, "F-Fuuck.."
Zuko watches you closely the entire time, loving the way your thighs quiver, and how good your pussy feels releasing onto his hand.
Only leaning away as you're done to murmur, "See? Now, tell me again about leaving?"
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your back meets zuko's chest as his strong hands bracket your hips, aiding you in bouncing yourself up and down on his swollen cock.
though not your favorite position because you can't see zuko as he fucks you, he is cross with you today. he'd warned you about the members of his court, one pesky noble in particular that liked to cause trouble and flirt with everyone, and still, you'd let him talk to you, put his arm around you, whisper in your ear and make you laugh. zuko is having none of it.
you gasp as he lifts you up off his cock, making you sit up on your knees and not letting you sink back down, leaving your poor pussy achingly empty. "zu," you whine, trying to wriggle your hips enticingly, ass so close to his face, in hopes that he'll get excited and just tug you back on all the way again. you can't take any more teasing.
something about him is different today. he's radiating more heat, and whenever his hands move on your body, they leave behind a thin sheen of sweat. he's all fired up.
he rubs his tip through your folds, groaning as he sees all the cream oozing out of your pretty pussy and making a mess of him, seeping down the length of his shaft. "what?" he mumbles, looking up at you as you hover on top of him. "begging for me when you explicitly disobeyed me earlier? what d'you think i'm gonna say to you?"
you pout, about to protest and whine, when he tugs you back down abruptly and makes your pussy swallow his cock up entirely, everything from his flared tip to the base of him stuffed snugly in your pretty hole in one rough thrust.
you dig your long nails into his thighs, moaning and tipping your head back as he starts to plunge into you once again and a slow, tortorous speed, watching how you tremble and whine as he fucks upwards into you, aiming his cockhead at your spongey sweet spot located on your frontal wall. the subtle curve of his cock allows him to hit it again and again, and your pussy clutches around him each time he does, milking him and clinging to his shaft when he draws back. he can see your pretty walls hugging him as he pulls back, not wanting him to go anywhere else but deep inside you.
"tch. greedy pussy." he tuts, pushing his cock back into you and giving your ass a firm slap. "if you want more, take it yourself. 'm not gonna do all the work for you this time not when - fuck - you were bein' bad."
"zu 'm sorry!" you whine, though you listen to him and take what you want even though your thighs are wobbly and you're tired from bouncing and it's hard to fit him all in without any help because he's just so big.
but you have to make it up to him or he'll keep being mad at you all night. and you don't want that.
zuko groans and clings onto you tighter, unable to resist holding you. he increases the pace of his thrusts so that now he's meeting your bounces halfway, plunging his cock into your messy pussy at the same time that you're chasing his hips with your own.
it feels heavenly inside you, he'd love to tell you that, praise how soft your walls feel around him and how you milk his cock with every thrust, but he doesn't want to give you the satisfaction. his big hands up to cup your chest from behind, and he pulls you down so you're laying flat on your back against him while his cock drives into you from below with nasty, slick noises accompanying his movements. you're just oozing out juices today.
"does getting me jealous make you this wet, dear?" he whispers, his voice deceptively quiet even though he's fucking you mean.
"n-no… mngh- zuko i wanna see you." you moan as he squeezes your bouncing tits, rolling your nipples between his fingers.
"then maybe you shouldn't have been talking to other men. ah- i'm close…" he pants, his flared cockhead pressing against your sweet spot again while his mouth presses to your ear so his panting and groans are directly audible. "are you gonna be good? show me you're my girl and no one else's?"
zuko presses warm, open mouthed kisses to your ear and the sweet spot below while his cock ruts up roughly into your creamy pussy which keeps leaking out rivulets of slick whenever he lifts his hips to yours.
"yeah- ah, just yours, zuko!" you exclaim while arching your back, tits pressing into his hands with your nipples rubbing raw against his calluses with every shift of your body. he keeps manuevering you on his dick, cock stretching you open so good that you see stars.
with one last moan of zuko's name - not that idiot that was flirting with you earlier, only him - his jaw slackens and his head tips back as he spills his hefty load into you. warm, thick ropes of cum fill you up and coat your insides.
you gush around him around the same time, and he keeps rutting his cock up into you, his body slowly returning to it's normal temperature. he bands his arms around you, sighing and praising you through your orgasm while his envy and anger start to subside as well.
zuko's cum leaks out around the base of his cock and down his balls in a mess oof creamy white. it mixes with your slick and drips down your joined bodies. he cuddles you through it, rolling his hips up to yours to keep you plugged full, warm, and happy.
Part 8 - Embers in the Ashtray Glow like Memories that won't let Go
AO3 // <<Part 7 | Part. 9>>
Explicit - 18+ // wc 8.4k
Your roommate grew up on a ranch before moving to the City and now she INSISTS that you come along with her to one of the biggest rodeos around. Having moved in not too long ago, you reluctantly agree even though dusty, wide open spaces are a foreign concept to your polished City girl demeanor. By chance, you meet one of the biggest names in pro-rodeo complete with a belt buckle as big as his ego. A cowboy through and through, he hates the City and the people that reside it. Little does he know that lasting eight seconds on a bull is easy compared to fighting feelings for a girl he’s supposed to hate.
Content Tags/Warnings Throughout Work: slight enemies to lovers, smut, Sukuna is a rodeo cowboy, reader is a city girl, slight mentions of blood/injury from rodeo activities, happy ending, kissing, oral male!receiving, oral sex female!receiving, mating press, unprotected sex, pulling out, angst, miscommunication, 69ing, creampie, dry humping, angst, falling in love, rodeo injuries, memory loss, hurt/comfort
AN: Dividers by @/saradika-graphics. Inspired by @/indiewritesxoxo He's Not My Man.
The first two times the doctors come to check on Sukuna, they say his vitals and tests were looking good. To you, that means he would wake up any minute right?
Wrong.
Apparently those were indeed not the magic words to pull him from his slumber. After the sixth check in, you start to ignore the doctors considering they never have anything new to say.
Twelve hours later, you want to kick the nurse in the teeth who smiles and says the same thing to you. Shift change had happened and here she was parroting the same bullshit charade.
“With all due respect, unless you have some progress to share, can you all stop reiterating the same shit every time you come in here?” you’d finally snapped, causing the woman’s eyes to widen for a brief moment before they soften again.
“Of course miss, I’ll make a note so the others know,” her voice is warmer than you deserved.
“Thank you,” you nod, a twinge of guilt rippling through your gut at the outburst. “I’m sorry…for that. I don’t know what came over me.”
“It’s okay dear, you’ve been through a lot today,” she smiles before softly shutting the door behind her, leaving you alone with the beeping machines and harsh hospital lights shining down on you like a spotlight.
It wasn’t fair to be mad at her, you know it isn’t her fault and she’s just doing her job. Rubbing your face in your hands, you glance up at the clock on the wall.
Two in the morning.
The sting in your eyes forces them shut but the burn never really goes away. A throbbing pain in your skull isn’t helping and you attempt to mitigate it by rubbing your fingers along your temples. It distracts you for all of five seconds before forcing your eyes open again, the room blurring temporarily until your natural tears can catch up to the physical symptoms.
You have been awake for almost eighteen hours at this point, it’s only natural that your body feels like it’s shutting down. Albeit not even remotely close to Sukuna’s struggles, you can’t deny that some rest would be good for you.
Something felt wrong about leaving him though. What if he wakes up and he’s all alone? After everything the day before, it would be even more painful to come to after a traumatic injury and realize the same noncommittal girlfriend wasn’t even there.
But on the flip side, would he even want to see you at all?
Moving to the bedside, you drag one of the chairs with you. As you sit down, your eyes study the sleeping man. He looks peaceful, serene even, like he was just taking a big nap after a long day. Of course the bandaging on his torso and the machines all hooked up to him tell a different story, but without all that, he just looks like the man you’ve shared the bed with numerous times.
Reaching for his hand, you thread your fingers in his, noticing the rough callouses across his palm from countless hours of gripping a rope and manhandling horses and bulls. Turning his hand over, you rub your fingertips along the rugged edges, tracing the lines like they might lead you to some answers.
A small part of you felt like he would squeeze your hand like he’ll sometimes do in the dead of night. The thought is a somber reminder that holding hands is something the two of you didn’t do nearly enough because you rarely went out in public together and if you did, there was zero PDA to be found.
Something as simple as that brings a tear to your eye. Holding hands, such a mundane action taken for granted given the current circumstances.
When he wakes up, you’ll hold his hand everywhere, Sukuna will have to pry himself from your grip to have any hope of holding a door for you or getting back onto one of those stupid bulls.
Huffing out a laugh, you thread your fingers in his once again, letting their weight flatten yours into the mattress.
“I’m sorry for yesterday Sukuna,” you whisper, glancing around the room to ensure you were alone. Toji was out in the waiting room because only one visitor could be in at a time.
“If I had just agreed to go public, I could have been there with you all morning. Maybe it would have kept you safe, kept your mind from assuming the worst,” you force out, lip trembling with every word.
“When you wake up, because I know you will, you’re too strong to let this take you out, I’ll go anywhere and everywhere with you. I’ll post a thousand pictures of us on my socials, let every person on the internet drag me to hell and back. It’ll be worth it though, because I’ll have you, and I know we’ll be in it together. I was a fool to think you wouldn’t be there for me, wouldn’t protect me.
“You must’ve thought I was the fucking stupidest girl you’ve ever been with. I’m sorry I didn’t trust you when you’ve never given me any reason to think otherwise,” the tears start to flow freely which is surprising because you didn’t even know your eyes had anything left to give in that department.
“You’re such a good boyfriend, I’m hard pressed to even name something I dislike about you. Sure you’re so arrogant, cocky, and a tad bit stubborn. You sure as shit drove me crazy when we first met, but it suits you, and it wouldn’t be the same.
You wouldn’t be you. And I love you the way you are.”
Your breath hitches when you realize what you’d said out loud, eyes whipping up to his face like he somehow woke up and heard all that.
You love him?
No objections.
There isn’t a bone in your body telling you to take it back. You wouldn’t…and won’t…because it’s true.
You love him.
You have for some time-
And hope to continue doing so for years to come.
“I love you Sukuna. I love you so much, and once again, I’m so so sorry.”
A thick tear falls to the mattress as the words leave your lips. His fingers twitch against your own. The faintest touch, but you felt it, and for a brief moment, you believe maybe he could hear you.
“He’s awake?!?!?” you screech into your phone, limbs flailing around to untangle yourself from the covers. Toji had sent you back to the hotel in the early morning hours to get some sleep and of course this happened when you weren’t there!
“Yeah, started waking up a few hours ago and is pretty alert now,” Toji grunts into the phone. “They’re doing some tests now, but by the time you get here, I’ll bet they’ll be done.”
That’s all you need to hear, hanging up and tossing the phone onto the nightstand. After a quick shower and a fresh change of clothes, you call a rideshare and arrive within the hour.
After checking in at the front desk, you make your way up to his room. Rounding the corner, the doctor and Toji are speaking off to the side, so you quickly make your way over to join them.
“Morning! Get some rest?” Toji greets you with a side-armed hug.
“I did, I clearly needed it. So how is he?”
“He seems to be pretty well off. In medical terms, he really wasn’t out for that long, not even a full twenty four hours. Long term memories seem stable, but anything in the last year or so seems shady,” the doctor explains.
Your stomach lurches. Your relationship is relatively new, will he remember you?
“Do people’s memories come back?” you ask.
“I’m confident that he will. Usually the longer a patient is out, the worse it is. It just might take a little time. Also, his inhibitions are pretty nonexistent right now. If he says something strange, bear with him,” the doctor adds.
“Tch, that’s an understatement,” Toji snorts.
The doctor tells you and Toji to go in alone for now and that he’d follow back up in a little while.
“Ryomen, your girlfriend is here,” Toji announces when he opens the door.
“My girlfriend?” Sukuna answers and once you round the corner, you come face to face with his vivid red eyes. He’s sitting upright now, eyes narrowed and head cocked as he studies you.
“Hey Kuna,” you smile, giving him a little wave.
“You’re my girlfriend?” his eyes widen while his trademark smirk starts to bloom across his face.
“She is, remember?” Toji responds with your name.
You flinch, accidentally biting your cheek from the shock of his answer.
He doesn’t know you.
Sukuna’s eyes drift to the ceiling while gnawing at his bottom lip. He seems like he’s trying to recall something, so you give him the space to work through it.
His pink hair is a mess as you watch him try to push it back out of his eyes. The hospital gown slides down his arm, revealing his wrist tattoo around his muscular forearm.
You want so badly to run to him, hug and kiss him, touch him, ask him if he’s okay. But the doctor had warned nothing sudden right now, he’s still very confused.
You realize Sukuna’s demeanor has suddenly changed, now stiff and cold as opposed to the curious state he was in previously.
“You’re not her are you?” he asks directly, hands fisting the blankets in front of him.
“Her?” you ask, genuinely confused.
“Olivia. That cheating bitch-”
“No dumbass!” Toji interjects, “That’s not Olivia, Olivia is your ex. This is your current girlfriend. You met her in Cheyenne last summer,” he barks, which you are thankful for because you were beginning to spiral at the overwhelming venom in Sukuna’s tone.
Sukuna just looks confused again, shaking his head while muttering to himself.
You have an idea.
“Kuna, here’s a picture of you and her,” you start to pull up the internet on your phone and much to your chagrin, quickly find a tabloid photo of the two of them at some event. Sukuna’s younger looking face makes you smile.
He takes your phone, looking closer at it.
“That’s definitely not you,” he murmurs, looking between you and the screen multiple times.
“Now, this is us,” you pull up a photo, a selfie you both took in a cab coming back from dinner one night. You’re on his lap, his arms wrapped around you and biting your cheek, both of you in a fit of giggles and smiles.
It’s your favorite photo of the two of you.
You wish you’d taken more now.
Sukuna studies this one for much longer, mouth tight in a flat line.
“We look really happy here. Do we hang out like this a lot?”
Your heart sinks deeper with each answer, further reinforcing that the man you loved remembers nothing about you.
“Mhmm, we’re long distance though, ya know, because you travel around to the rodeos.”
He drags his eyes back to the phone, the faintest outline of a dimple forming at the corner of his mouth. The silence persists longer than you’d like, patiently waiting for him to say something.
“Are there more?” he finally asks, shifting over in the bed, patting the space at his side.
You decide it’s safe to sit, pulling up a whole album you’d dedicated to the two of you.
“You can swipe through,” you say softly, handing the phone back to him.
Sukuna leans against your shoulder, making a swarm of butterflies erupt in your chest. It’s so innocent but it’s the first touch you’ve had since he left the hotel yesterday morning. It’s familiar, so you allow yourself to reciprocate by letting your body weight press against him.
He holds the phone so you can see too, stopping on some pictures for longer than others.
“Why the fuck is there so much dolphin shit?” he whips his face to yours, brows furrowed in confusion.
You burst out laughing, imagining how strange that would seem seeing your cowboy self surrounded by marine mammal merch with no context.
“Um, you won me a stuffed dolphin when we first met. At Cheyenne, like Toji said, there’s a carnival and-”
“I know what the fuck Cheyenne is like, I’ve ridden there numerous times,” his gruff voice interrupts. Your first instinct is to snap back at him, but then you remember the doctor’s words, so you shrug it off.
“You won it at one of the carnival games. And it became a little inside joke between us, so you sometimes buy dolphin themed stuff during your travels while away. I’ve got a whole collection at home now.”
Sukuna just stares at you, lip twitching at the corner of his mouth. You can’t tell if he’s annoyed or not, so you wait for him to respond.
“So I’m going out of my way to buy you that stuff,” he confirms, fidgeting with the blanket in one hand before his attention goes back to the phone.
“You do. You’re a good boyfriend. Even though we don’t see each other a lot, you make me feel special when you do things like that,” you share with a soft tone laced with vulnerability.
Sukuna hums in response, but then goes back to scrolling through the photos.
He gets to one that you forgot you had, much more risque than the others. After he’d fucked you stupid one night, he’d taken a picture of you pressed up against his chest, clearly naked. Your faces weren’t in it, but your cleavage was pushed up against his pecs in an attractive way and his chest tattoos were on full display.
“Wooahhhh!” he barks, zooming in on your tits while you try to snatch the phone away.
“Give me that!” you shriek, trying to be careful of hurting him as you attempt to regain control.
“Fuck no, you said I could look!” he huffs, jerking it out of reach.
“Argh!” he groans in pain, clutching his ribcage at the sudden movement. The phone drops, bouncing against the bedrails before tumbling to the floor.
“Oh my god I’m sorry!” you squeal, recoiling away so hard you stumble out of the bed and onto the ground, suffering a similar fate as the phone.
Now you just feel bad, hurting your boyfriend who doesn’t even remember you isn’t good progress in your eyes.
“Are you okay?” you approach his side again, noticing that he’s laid back against the pillows again, just staring at the ceiling.
“M’fine,” he grunts, tilting his head in your direction. His crimson gaze studies you, eyes roving up and down your body like he’s looking for something. Expecting pain or irritation, all you find is a softness in his features, lips parted in a way that could almost be content.
Soft pink tendrils flare out against the pillow, chest rising and falling with each breath he takes. All you want to do is run your fingers through those strands like you’ve done so many times before, maybe even snuggle up against him with your cheek on his chest. But right now that would probably be too much because to him you would likely just be some stranger trying to get intimate with him.
Although based on that reaction just now, he might be ecstatic at the offer. Even when brain damaged, apparently men will still turn stupid over a pair of tits.
Sukuna yawns, eyes now becoming heavy. The doctor said he still needed a lot of rest as his brain heals itself and continues to reboot.
“I should probably go, you need to rest,” you murmur, glancing at the clock. He’s been awake for only an hour now, but it’s one hour you weren’t sure you would ever come, and for that, you are thankful.
The next day is more of the same. You arrive at the hospital later in the evening this time, hoping to catch Sukuna while he is still awake.
You slept like shit the night before. Being alone with your thoughts wasn’t great right now as you struggled to keep from falling into a pit of despair.
Yesterday made it more real that this accident really affected him. You’ve watched athletes on TV experience countless injuries, but you never considered the weight that loved ones carry while they heal. A part of you just assumed Sukuna would wake up and waltz right out the front door with you to live happily ever after, but clearly that is not the case.
Reaching for the door to his room, you hesitate, trying to mentally prepare yourself for what awaits you on the other side. Through the glass, the doctor is by his bedside, both of their mouths moving in a conversation.
After a few more moments, you find that you’ve built up the courage to go inside. Pushing the door open, Sukuna’s gaze drifts past the doctor and onto you. At first there’s no reaction as he stares at you with indifference, making your stomach churn with nerves. Having to tamper your expectations has been hard, but the reality of it is that it’ll take time for things to go back to something semi-normal.
“Hey Sukuna,” you force a smile, waving from across the room.
Hearing your voice seems to peak his interest, earning a twitch of his mouth in return.
The doctor leaves after taking a few more questions which Sukuna struggles to answer.
“You were here yesterday, I recognize your voice,” Sukuna states, staring at you intently.
“So I don’t look familiar?” you ask, figuring at least remembering your voice was progress.
“Hmmm,” he cocks his head, deep in thought as he trails his eyes across your features.
“I’m your girlfriend, remember?”
“Not Olivia though,” he answers.
“Correct,” you respond, stating your name.
Sukuna repeats it a few times, closing his eyes as if that will make it stick. Just hearing him say it again makes you smile, even though the context isn’t the best.
He taps the bed like he did yesterday, surprising you. Does he remember you both sitting together? It’s hard to tell what he’s retaining, but maybe he comprehends things happening in the present but he struggles recalling things from the past.
“Can we look at the pictures again?” he breaks the silence, scooting over to give space for you to sit.
“Yeah, of course.”
Settling in next to him, you lean against his arm, passing the phone over to him. This time you removed the provocative photos that he found yesterday.
He flips through quietly, lingering on ones where the two of you are smiling and laughing.
“Tell me about them. Like what we were doing and shit,” he requests, tilting the screen to make sure you can see.
Of course you oblige, swiping through, you tell the stories each picture represents. Dinner in some high rise building with a view, Sukuna’s toothpaste accidentally exploding in his suitcase, Sukuna hugging you tightly in the car after picking you up from the airport, you pretending to wear his belt buckle, and one of your favorites, Sukuna kissing you while his cowboy hat swallows the top of your head.
He chuckles at a few, zooming in on your face in some to inspect you even more. Eventually, you can tell he’s starting to lose steam with the way he yawns, eyes starting to glaze over.
Sukuna has been stopped on a picture of him kissing you for a while now, his own cheeks sporting a light shade of pink. Your own face starts to heat up, feeling awkward sitting so close to a man that has kissed every inch of your body, but doesn't even realize it.
“I think this is my cue to head out, you should get some sleep,” you reach for the phone, brushing your hand against his.
You jerk your arm back instinctively before reaching back out again, taking the device from his hands. Sitting upright, you resume your standing position, putting your things back into your bag while Sukuna watches.
He sighs loudly, jaw tightening for a moment while his mouth forms a tight line. His eyes start to close, so you take that as your cue to leave. Turning around, you start to move towards the door but before you can reach the threshold-
“Wait,” his voice rasps from behind, surprising you.
“Hm?” you look over your shoulder. He’s still in the same position, but his arm is outstretched on the bed, hand open like he’s reaching for something.
“If you’re my girlfriend, you should kiss me goodbye at least,” he smirks, jaw tattoos rippling with the movement of the muscles in his face.
Your eyes widen and the way your pulse quickens makes the blood vessels in your arms start thrumming. The rhythm of your heartbeat begins to throb in your ears, momentarily blocking out the sounds of the machines in the room.
“I can,” you answer, slowly moving to his side once again. “But, I feel like I’m just a random girl to you right now. I could be anyone just telling you that we’re together.”
He takes your hand in his, tugging you closer to him until you have to stretch your other arm out to support yourself on the mattress.
“While I don’t recognize your face, there’s something familiar about you,” his scratchy voice indicates he’s probably fighting sleep.
“When you were sitting next to me, it’s like my body remembered how you felt, and it felt nice. Comforting even. But I just can’t picture where you fit in with my life right now.”
Your eyes start to feel heavy as your throat tightens, fighting the emotion trying to well up and burst out. However, you steady yourself, trying to be strong. For you, and for him.
You’re by no means an expert on the human body, but maybe muscle memory can trigger emotions and feelings just as much as the human brain. Like eating an unknown fruit, you’d know it’s sweet and tastes good, but you aren’t even sure of its name or where it comes from. Once you learn though, you’ll always remember and can seek it out as often as you’d like.
Kissing him doesn’t seem like such a bad idea after hearing his explanation. Maybe it’ll help him on his journey to piece everything back together. It’ll also allow you to show affection to the man you love even if he doesn’t know it yet.
If you can do even the slightest thing to bring him some comfort during this time, you’ll do it a thousand times over.
Leaning the rest of the way, your nose brushes against his, carefully observing his reactions before going further. The graze of his cheek against yours makes your stomach twist as the familiar feeling of the stubble on his face takes you back to all the times before.
Sukuna’s breath hitches, making you almost pull away, but his hand is cupping your cheek before you can make the move. Leaning into his touch, you allow your lips to graze his own, rough and dry from his time in the hospital, but nonetheless the ones you’ve come to crave.
Just as he closes the small gap, your eyes flutter shut, basking in the heavenly peace you’ve come to associate with the tender moments like this from the past.
A soft groan rumbles deep in his throat accompanied by his hand slipping to the back of your head, thankfully steadying you because a kiss this simple apparently has you feeling lightheaded.
Your head spins as the whirlwind of emotions hits you like a storm, ravaging your thoughts while you sit inside this serene bubble where your lips are connected.
Isn’t he the one who’s supposed to be feeling everything? Meanwhile all of your fear and desperation from the last fourty-eight hours has been stirred up like a beehive coming out of hibernation.
You know it’s not real though, not yet at least, but the intimacy brings you a sense of safety and security that quells the turmoil in your mind, allowing you to come back to a place that only the two of you can enter.
After all, it’s a space the two of you have created and molded from countless moments such as these. The winding road that brought you here was hard fought, traversing countless obstacles that could have stopped you in your tracks. Surely he can locate the path and follow it back to you.
All you can hope is that he’s able to find the place again because it warms your heart unlike anything before. If Sukuna can just experience a fraction of that heat, you’re sure it will bring him solace even if he can’t yet picture it in his mind.
You separate from him, pulling back just enough to observe his expression. He’s staring off into space, not even acknowledging you, likely trying to untangle himself from wherever his mind took him.
Maybe you short circuited him, because his breathing becomes labored and he’s snoring within seconds. It makes you smile, seeing him so peaceful. You’ll have to tease him about such a simple kiss knocking him out one day when you’re both in a better place.
“I met Rodeo Star Ryomen Sukuna’s Girlfriend, Ask Me Anything (AMA)”
The forum post title makes you almost choke on the shitty hospital breakfast you were attempting to eat. Who the fuck even was this?
Your first thought goes to Toji, or even Gojo, but after reading the text in the post, you realize it must’ve been one of the medical staff at the rodeo. That seems so far in the past now even though it’s only been five days.
Scrolling through the comments, you scour the various questions and answers for something that outs you. Your heart pounds against your chest, mouth so dry that your throat begins to feel tight.
From what you can see, there’s no photos, nothing identifying you, mainly just recounting the grim moments you were in the room with this supposed person. Some physical descriptions got shared, but it was nothing specific, so you exhale loudly with the breath you didn’t even realize you were holding.
Honestly it seems like this loser didn’t have much of anything to share, starting to get amused at how the comments seemed to devolve into “ you’re giving us nothing.”
It’ll only be a matter of time until you lose your anonymity, or at least it would’ve been if this unfortunate tragedy hadn’t happened.
Sukuna doesn’t stay awake for long when he wakes up and conversation seems to tire him out quickly. Usually when you are with him, he still likes to look at pictures on your phone. Most of the time it’s the same ones of you and him, but lately you’ve been showing him random ones from your day to day life.
“Who are they?”
“Those are my roommates, Shoko and Nanami.”
“You live with a guy?”
“Yes Sukuna, he’s not weird at all. You’ve met him many times.”
“Tch whatever.”
You giggle, watching him get all worked up.
“That really pisses me off, but I have no idea why so that’s even more fuckin’ irritating,” he grits his teeth, fists clenching. “What the fuck!”
“Probably jealous, you get like that sometimes,” you snicker, poking his cheek to his annoyance.
“Yeah yeah,” he rolls his eyes, sucking down juice from a straw that you brought him from the cafeteria.
Next is a photo of you and your friends with the city skyline in the background.
“Did you visit someplace?” he asks.
“Oh no, I live there!”
“WHAT?! You’re not from my hometown?”
You scrunch up your face, the thought of living where he comes from makes your skin crawl.
“God no, I was born and raised in the city.”
Now it’s turn for his lip to curl in disgust.
“That’s bullshit. I’d never be with someone like that again. You’re lying.”
“We’ve already had this argument numerous times, Ryomen, it’s old news. I wouldn’t say you got over it, but you’ve accepted it!” you snap back, whipping your head around.
He inhales sharply as your hair barely misses him, and then he’s still as a statue. You wonder what he’s concocting in his head. Slowly he’s been remembering bits and pieces from the last year as that seems to be where the most damage was done. Yesterday he remembered that he lost the National Finals Rodeo, not even making it past the qualifying rounds due to a penalty. That set him off on a tirade about being furious about a girl ghosting him that weekend.
“Woah, that’s the first time you’ve kind of remembered me!” you had squealed, making even Sukuna smile at the realization.
Coming back to the present, you watch as he slowly turns his head to you, sporting a stupid smirk and a cocked brow.
“We fucked in Cheyenne.”
His voice drops an octave that makes something twitch in your gut because you haven’t heard that tone of voice in awhile.
“What??” you snort, almost dropping your own drink, not expecting him to say that at all.
“Your hair smells like it did that night…” he continues, not even paying attention to your outburst as his eyes widen. Usually when this happens, he gets a slew of memories back surrounding the one clip he remembers.
Why was the first thing he ever remembered about you need to revolve around having sex with him??
It makes you feel dirty in a way, imagining him only associating you with such escapades.
“What else?” you ask carefully, glancing around to make sure you were alone because god knows what he’s about to say.
“I came on your back,” he murmurs.
You flinch at the bluntness of his words, but technically he wasn’t wrong. You patiently let him ramble along, speaking his thoughts aloud.
“You were really annoying that weekend. Arguing with me, calling me a stupid country boy, but then I also danced with you, wait do I like being degraded by you?”
You burst out laughing at the off topic question.
“Maybe you do, seems like this might be some deep secret thought coming to the surface,” you joke. “If anything, you’re usually the one spouting off the degrading dirty talk.”
“Hah, nice.”
He glances up at the ceiling, closing his eyes before he starts talking again.
“I let you come hang out with me in my prep room?” he looks up, shocked.
“You just couldn’t help yourself, I was that alluring,” you tease, making him shake his head, cheeks flushing to match his hair.
“God you were a real brat that weekend, got me playing fuckin’ carnival games and shit,” he stares at the blanket in front of him in disbelief.
When he retells the main events of that weekend, it does sound crazy that you got together in the end.
“And that goddamn dolphin…” he grunts.
You throw your head back, laughing as you recount the saga of Chey the stuffed dolphin and how he immediately got that competitive spirit when Gojo initiated the challenge.
He doesn’t say any more, just gives you an amused side eyed glance, tongue poking into his cheek.
“So what, after that we made it official or something?” he ventures.
“Well, not exactly…” you trail off, trying to figure out how to explain that he had very much wanted that while you were the one shying away from it all.
He cocks his head, narrowing his eyes to try to discern what you meant.
“You wanted to, but I said no,” you continue softly. He swallows, eyes glossed over as he takes in your words.
“Because you said it wouldn’t go anywhere,” he finishes your thought.
He remembers.
“At the time-”
“No, I get it,” he interrupts, “my world and life, it’s a lot.”
His eyes soften as your nerves start to bubble up. It’s something you’ve felt guilty about the whole time you’ve known him. Even up until the night before everything crashed down, you didn’t want to be seen with him.
Sukuna’s brows furrow, shifting himself under the crinkly hospital bed sheets with a groan from agitating his side.
“What’re you trying to do?” you push him down to keep him from moving.
“My legs just get so stiff, was trying to get more comfortable,” he grunts, getting more irritable. The poor rodeo cowboy who was used to being so strong and independent now chained to a tiny hospital bed must be in his own special kind of hell.
“Here, hold on,” you scoot lower, tugging the blankets and his hospital gown up his legs in an attempt to let them rest across your lap.
“Oi, quit it, I have a girlfriend!” he kicks at your arms, making you laugh at the idea of him thinking some random woman was trying to feel him up.
“I am your girlfriend! We just went over this!” you huff out a laugh, trying to grapple his limbs but he just ends up plowing one of his large feet into your chest.
“Fuck!” you gasp, feeling the air leave your lungs from the impact.
“Ah shit, you’re right,” he growls, “wait, are you okay?” his concerned voice realizes what he did.
“It’s okay, it was an accident,” you stutter, trying to get control of your breathing again. You go back to the task at hand, beginning to run your hands up and down his muscular calf muscles. They feel tight, so you start helping him move his lower legs around to loosen them up.
He doesn’t say anything, just lets you massage him from his feet to his knees. Based on the loud sighs he emits periodically, he must be enjoying himself. Before you know it, he’s fast asleep, snoring into the pillow.
Progress, at least he seems to be aware of your origins together.
Showing up the next day wearing one of Sukuna’s shirts must’ve awakened something in him. The doctor and Toji were in the middle of talking to him but the second his eyes locked onto you entering the room, all of his attention span went right out the window.
“Aw how cute, his heartbeat sped up,” Toji points out as the machine starts beeping much faster than before.
“Blood pressure spiked too,” a nurse adds, although much more innocently than what Toji is getting at.
“Fuck off,” Sukuna scoffs, blushing profusely.
“Congrats, did you just get your first boner since being bedridden?” Toji eggs him on, making Sukuna’s face somehow deepen a shade.
“No! My dick works fine you fucker,” he attempts to take a swing at his manager who stands just out of reach.
“Sukuna quit it!” you call out to him, not wanting him to mess up his stitches or ribs.
He listens immediately, quieting down, but he still can’t hide his true feelings with the machines going.
“I’d like him to start getting up and moving around,” the doctor shares while typing notes into his computer. “He has no issues with normal bodily functions or movements, and it’ll help his ribs holistically heal better.”
“Thank fuck,” Sukuna declares. “Girlfriend, take me somewhere, anywhere away from here.”
“Oh, and he’s not invited,” he points at Toji, causing the black haired man to erupt into laughter.
While the nurse helps Sukuna get detached from all the medical equipment, you move off towards the door to give them some room.
While you are excited to give Sukuna a change of scenery, you can’t ignore the way your anxiety spikes.
You’re going to be seen with him. Sure the doctors and nurses have seen you in here, but they are sworn to confidentiality. The general public and visitors aren’t.
Someone is going to see you together. And even though he’s been making great progress in recalling the past year, he’s still not all the way there. He’s easily angered when he can’t quite picture something that is so close to being clear even though he seems able to experience emotions and feelings tied to a memory.
Now isn’t the time to abandon him due to your fears of being exposed. If you’re going to be here for him, it has to be all or nothing. If you love him like you said a few days ago, enduring his hardest moments with him is paramount.
It’s not as scary when you know you need to be strong for him. You’ll deal with whatever comes, any discomfort comes your way can’t even come close to what Sukuna has experienced lately.
“Come on Kuna,” you shove the thoughts down, burying them away. For now, your focus is on him.
“Lead the way sweetheart,” he shuffles over to you. Kneeling down, you help him slide some sneakers on, tying them tightly enough.
“Let me know if they need to be adjusted,” you gesture to his feet, grabbing his hand to lead him to the labyrinth of the hospital.
“There’s a big internal courtyard we can go visit. I think there’s some fish ponds and a lot of flowers blooming from spring,” you announce, feeling his hand tighten on yours whenever someone walks by.
“That’ll be nice. We don’t normally get to do stuff like this huh?” he says, making you tense up a bit. Does he know you won’t go out in public with him?
“I know,” you answer.
I want to do more stuff like this with you though.
An orangish-pink hue is cast like a filter on your surroundings once you step outside. The sun must’ve started setting and after looking around, you notice there aren’t as many people out here as there are during the day.
Sukuna sneezes loudly once the fresh air hits his face, causing the few people scattered around to look your way.
A group of younger girls stares as you both walk past, shoving their faces closer together to start whispering. You can’t catch everything they say, but you hear Sukuna’s name and “the girlfriend.”
When you’d checked this morning, that online post had over ten thousand upvotes which was terrifying to think about.
Sukuna just walks past, oblivious but confident, wishing you could move like he does. You follow behind, letting him take the lead, feeling like you’re with a dog that’s been taken on a walk for the first time in weeks.
“Here,” he points to a large willow tree. A small fish pond sits beneath it with a bench placed in just the right location to enjoy both.
A soft breeze rustles the leaves in the low hanging branches while also ruffling Sukuna’s pink hair that still looks disheveled from the constant bedhead situation he was experiencing.
He holds out his arm, inviting you to lean against his uninjured side. Glancing around, you spot multiple pairs of eyes focused on the two of you. Sukuna still seems unbothered, his own gaze lazily taking in the nature around him.
“Don’t got all day brat,” he clicks his tongue, pulling you from your trance as he taps the wooden bench impatiently.
The pet name makes you giggle, easing the pit in your stomach that just won’t go away.
You settle against his side, closing your eyes to keep yourself from being distracted by the people surely watching. His natural scent smells more of sterile alcohol and cleaning products, but the warmth of his skin is still the same and the familiar ridges of his chest and stomach nudge against your body as you lean into his.
He surprises you by hooking his arm around your neck, pulling you in to press a soft kiss to your forehead.
“Why does no one know about us being together?” he murmurs in your ear, causing you to stiffen at his words. A slight chill darts down your spine, almost like you’ve been caught red handed.
“Ah, wh-what do you mean?” you ask, stomach starting to weave itself into knots.
He pauses briefly, the squealing of a small child chasing a ball slicing through the evening silence.
“I talked to my family today. They told me they had no idea I had a girlfriend. Thought I was talking about Olivia for the longest time,” his deep voice answers, flexing his free hand that is now resting on his clothed thigh.
Your chest flutters, trying to decide how to answer. Why does it feel like you’re about to have the same conversation as the morning before he demise?
“Why weren’t you there when I got hurt?”
That one hits harder, not even giving you a chance to process the other question.
Because I’m a shitty girlfriend.
Because I’m selfish and care more about myself than being there for you.
Because I’m scared to give you my heart when you’ve given me no reason not to.
A gust of wind stings your now damp cheeks; tears had begun to fall and you hadn’t even noticed.
You can’t contain your shaking shoulders. In fact, trying to hold back the tears only makes the gyrations worse.
“What’s wrong? Shh, it’s oka-”
“No it’s not!” you cut him off, the words coming out more like a choked sob.
Why on earth was he out here comforting you when he’s the one actually suffering.
“We got in an argument the morning of,” you force out through the sniffles trying to overtake you.
“You wanted me to go to some event that night with you. Together. In the public eye. You’ve asked me to go many times before, I think you thought this time would be different.
“But I still said no, I couldn’t do it. Wasn’t ready. After three months, I still wasn’t ready,” your voice cracks, when saying it out loud it seems even more painful. He would have protected you, navigated and handled it with you, been there for you every step of the way. But you hung him out to dry again, made him go off to compete while you were in the hotel.
He went down that day thinking he was alone.
“After you left though, I’d decided I was done hiding, I tried to come to you before you rode to tell you. But there was traffic, and I didn’t make it in time…” your chest heaves as you struggle to speak coherently through the sobs.
“You were already knocked out by the time I got there. I never got to tell you-”
His arms cage you against him, locking you in so tight you squeak with the lack of air getting to your lungs. His fluffy hair tickles your cheek from the way his face comes down to nuzzle yours, smearing against the sticky tears now coating your skin.
Tender lips kiss them away but that only spurs you to produce more. Because how do you deserve his love after all this.
The building casts a shadow on the courtyard, the sun finally having set low enough to disappear behind the structure. The rosey glow takes on a cooler tone, still bright, but more subdued.
Trickling water from the pond at your feet helps to mask the sounds of the crying mess that you’ve become.
Maybe everything is hitting you at once. You’ve tried to hold it together all week, forced yourself to be strong for the man holding you right now while harbouring this guilt that’s been waiting to eat you alive the moment your half assed survival facade withered away.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t even be crying when you’re the one in pain. You’re the one who got fucked by all of this,” you wave your arms in a haphazard motion.
He shifts you so he can look at you, arm tightening around your back.
“Oh sweet girl,” he starts, voice more tender than you even thought possible coming from him. “I’ve been existing here not even knowing what I’d forgotten, meanwhile, you’ve had to sit and watch as everything we built came crashing down. All that we had, gone, in the blink of an eye.
“In a matter of hours, a man who once looked at you like you were his whole world now sees you as nothing more than a stranger. And you’ve had to live through that every day, hoping just an ounce of what we had would come back to me.”
He pauses, swallowing hard while you are frozen in time, hanging on his every word.
“Well, I’m here,” he continues. “I don’t remember everything, but I remember enough, and it's more than enough for me.”
Your heart feels crushed, pulverized even. Not from grief, but because it couldn’t handle what was being thrown at it. Like it wasn’t ready to receive what his own heart was offering, caught off guard at the outpouring you were never expecting.
Unable to respond, you just let his words settle, mulling over and clinging to every last one, processing just how close you were to losing everything. But he’s here, and you’re here. A second chance to salvage this and be what the other has needed all this time.
Although you both come from different worlds, you can take the jagged edges of your lives and mold them into pieces that fit within the other’s. Parts that were once hindrances to ward the other off can be polished and filed so they were no longer unwelcoming. Not everything had to be blended, but you could find a way to live knowing that as long as the resulting structure was sound, blemishes on its surface could exist without compromising its integrity.
When all the heightened emotion begins to simmer down, sounds of the evening begin to proliferate. Crickets and frogs join in with the cicadas to orchestrate a harmony, sending the sun off over the horizon. They may not see each other, but every night they show up to sing this tune no matter the day or time.
Sukuna’s breath is hot on your neck from where he holds you tight. Twisting in his arms, you turn around to see him. The reds of his eyes are glossy, but still, lids heavy as he looks down at you. Of course he doesn’t cry, you’d be shocked if he did, but he does seem a little torn and battered emotionally.
He carefully tugs you into his lap, making sure you don’t brush up against his ribs too hard. You are the sole people in the courtyard at this point, only the wind and the early arriving stars bearing witness to what comes next.
“Did I ever tell you about one of the things I saw when I was unconscious?” he asks, wiping away a stray tear from the corner of your eye.
“Mmm, no, I don’t think so,” your voice is scratchy from crying.
He hums, rubbing your arm affectionately.
“Well the whole thing felt like a dream that would come and go, but at one point, I was at my parent’s place. Their land covers thousands of acres, and there’s one rock outcrop that offers a fantastic view of the valleys and mountains surrounding it. I’ll show you one day if you’re capable of walking more than 100 feet off concrete…”
“Dick,” you slap his arm playfully, but don’t say more, willing him to keep going.
“I couldn’t see you, but I could hear you, feel you even. Like the weight of you in my lap right now and your head was resting against my shoulder. We were talking, I can’t remember about what specifically, but you told me you were sorry and…that you loved me.”
Your breath catches in your throat, recalling days ago when you were at his bedside. His hand had twitched in that moment when you’d let the words tumble out without realizing.
“Did you respond?” you ask, a little scared of what he’d say.
He huffs out a laugh, chest vibrating against your shoulder where they are pressed together.
“Not at first, admittedly it caught me off guard. But it made me happy, really happy, although at the time I was irritated that I couldn’t see you. All I could feel was a weight grabbing my own hand.
“But then I thought about it, and even if I couldn’t see you, it didn’t change how I felt. If this was the last time I was going to hear from you, I wanted you to know how I truly felt.
“So I said it back.”
Everything feels weightless, like you’re having an outer body experience watching somebody else experience this moment because it just doesn’t feel real.
“You said it…” you trail off, the last of the daylight slipping away, but providing just enough to illuminate your little corner of the courtyard.
“Yeah. Said that I loved you too.”
It takes all your willpower not to fling yourself into his chest knowing damn well he still was nursing some broken ribs and his punctured lung was just starting to heal. So you do what you can, sit up to throw your arms around his neck, and kiss him hard. There’s nothing wrong with his lips, so he should be able to take it.
And he does, wrapping his own arms around your back, large hands covering as much as they can like he needs as much as himself enmeshed with you. It’s clumsy, teeth clashing and tongues out of sync, but it's real, and doesn’t need to be perfect to convey the underlying emotion.
He pulls back quickly, breathless from only having one functioning lung, but the grin on his face says it all.
“I love you,” his words are rough but soft at the edges. “I love you so much, I’m just glad I could say it for real. I’ll say it every day, won’t take it for granted for as long as I live.”
You burst into a fit of teary laughter, cradling his cheeks in your hands.
“I love you too.”
Sukuna's memory is definitely spotty, but he can feel the connection and bond with Reader and like he said, it's good enough for him. I don't know much about this type of medical issue, so I took some creative liberties. Apologies if anything isn't super accurate!
I'm thinking one more chapter and then an epilogue! Thank you all for reading and coming along for the ride! (get it?)
summary ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎˎˊ˗ while pining over the school’s most popular girl, sukuna ryomen strikes a deal with her cousin, ren takahashi. he’ll help ren win you over, and in return, ren will help him get a chance with aoi. but as sukuna feeds ren the exact words to make you fall, he’s forced to watch you fall for a version of himself he never had the courage to show. what begins as a calculated exchange slowly blurs into something personal and when the truth comes out, you’re left to decide if the boy who deceived you is also the one who’s been loving you all along.
cw ⋆˚ʚɞ ᵎᵎ slow burn, college au, sukuna is a shy baby, best friends to lovers, secret identity (love letters), he falls first, mutual pining, miscommunication, angst, betrayal, hurt/comfort, jealousy, emotional confession, soft romance, light nsfw themes, romcom vibe.
𝓘. the unspoken equation 𝓘𝓘. almost honest 𝓘𝓘𝓘.
a/n ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ this is inspired by the movie ‘whatever it takes’ ! i can’t wait to start writing. lmk if you wanna be in the tag list. ── .✦
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