papa!Kuna x f!reader
Domestic fluff, papakuna with his daughter Mimi
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Part 3
Sukuna stood by the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on Mimi as she nursed with content, rhythmic quietness. He could swear his heart swelled to a painful, heavy size every single time he looked at his daughter. He loved Yuji fiercely Yuji was his firstborn, the boy who had taught him how to be a father but there was something about Mimi’s tiny presence that brought a sharp, unfiltered joy straight to his chest.
He loved being a dad. More than anything, he loved being a dad because you were the one by his side, the one who shared the weight and the warmth of these children.
With a soft, wet pop, Mimi let go of your breast She released a tiny, satisfied coo, her chest rising and falling with milk drunk happiness. You chuckled softly, your thumb gently brushing through her messy, vibrant pink hair to clear it from her forehead.
Lying flat on his side beside you, Sukuna propped his head up with one large hand, staring intently at the infant. Mimi blinked, her dark eyes focusing on her daddy for a long, quiet minute. A slow, familiar smirk spread across Sukuna’s face. He leaned down and tapped the tip of her button nose with a massive, tattooed finger, making her lips part into a wide smile. Instantly, her chubby arms reached upward, demanding him.
Sukuna moved with practiced efficiency, scooping her up and settling her small body over his broad shoulder to burp her.
"Now you’re all happy and full, huh?" Sukuna murmured. His voice dropped to a gravelly, affectionate rumble as he gently patted her back. He turned his head slightly, pressing a soft kiss against her small forehead.
You watched them, a quiet warmth settling over you as you began fastening the buttons of your blouse. Suddenly, Sukuna’s eyes snapped toward you, his gaze sharp and entirely serious.
"What do you think you're doing? It’s my turn to taste" he said, his face a mask of stern, unyielding demand that instantly broke your composure.
"Pfft-and who exactly is going to take care of Mimi while my big, strong husband nurses?" you teased, shifting your weight on the mattress
Sukuna let out a low grunt of annoyance, his chest vibrating against the baby. "You're forgetting we have Yuji."
You rolled your eyes, a fond smile tugging at the corner of your lips. "Just because he’s fifteen doesn't mean he has to play babysitter every time his parents want to be busy."
"Damn, stop being so mean" Sukuna sighed.
He stood up, cradl carrying Mimi as he walked toward the balcony doors. He didn't step outside. the air was a bit too crisp, and Mimi was only wearing a simple, light onesie. He knew how easily a five month old could catch a chill. Instead he just looked out through the glass, holding her close. Mimi nuzzled her face deeper into the crook of his neck, letting out a faint, sleepy noise. Sukuna’s chest tightened with a sudden wave of fierce protectiveness, his large arms shifting to hug her tiny body just a little closer.
"I carried that kid for nine months" you murmured from the bed, your tone laced with a playful, victimized jealousy, "and she still turned out to be your exact carbon copy."
Sukuna smirked, turning back toward you. He gently stroked the top of Mimi’s head, his fingers tracing the bright pink strands. "I bet our third one will look just like you."
You snorted loudly. "Yeah, you wish."
"I definitely do" he countered smoothly.
Walking back to the bed, he climbed back onto the mattress, sliding close enough that his heat radiated against your side. He laid Mimi down between the two of you, propping her up slightly. The moment her eyes found yours, she flashed a wide, gummy smile that made your core melt.
"Oh, that’s Mommy’s favorite smile" you cooed, leaning down to plant a loud, smacking kiss right on her chubby cheek.
Mimi burst into a fit of giggles, squirming so much that her balance gave way and she began to tumble backward. Before she could even hit the mattress, Sukuna’s hand darted out, catching her securely against the pillows. His paternal instincts were terrifyingly fast, always on high alert.
Your eyes met Sukuna’s over the baby's head. A shared, heavy sigh escaped you both the exhaustion of parenthood momentarily caught up in the profound gratitude of the life you had built over seventeen years. Sukuna leaned in closer, his dark eyes locking onto yours. You reached out, your fingers wrapping gently around his thick forearm as you leaned forward to meet him.
The kiss was slow, deep, and thick with history. It was a quiet acknowledgement of everything you had survived together, a silent thank-you for the peace you now held.
"Yaaa!"
Mimi’s sharp, indignant shriek broke the silence. You both pulled back, breaking into soft chuckles at the sight of the baby staring up at you with a thoroughly annoyed expression. She absolutely loathed it when the attention wasn't on her.
Sukuna chuckled, picking her up by her underarms and placing her directly onto his stomach as he sank his head back onto the pillow. "Look at my princess" he murmured, watching with sheer amusement as Mimi immediately began to tug at his shirt, slapping her tiny hands rhythmically against his solid, scarred abdomen.
You shifted, resting your head heavily against Sukuna’s shoulder. His free arm instinctively came around your waist, his massive hand anchoring you against his side. Together, you both watched Mimi, who had suddenly become fascinated by her own hands, opening and closing her chubby fingers with intense concentration.
Slowly, she began to crawl up his torso, dragging her knees until she was hovering directly over his face.
"What do you need?" Sukuna asked, his voice incredibly gentle, as if expecting the five.month old to give him a full report.
Mimi merely stared down at him, her little face twisting into a comical expression of absolute gravity. Sukuna let out a sharp snort. "Yes, baby? What is it?"
Mimi opened her mouth wide and promptly leaned down, clamping her gums right over Sukuna’s nose.
You burst out laughing as Sukuna let out a long, long suffering sigh beneath the baby.
"Wow. I bet that doesn't taste half as good as the milk" Sukuna muttered dryly. He reached up, his large fingers gently squeezing her chubby cheeks until she released his face, leaving a thick trail of drool right across his chest.
"Alright, that's enough out of you." Sukuna lifted her, shifting her into the space between your bodies. He used the edge of his sleeve to wipe the dampness from his skin, though there was no real annoyance in his actions. his daughter could pull his hair out and he would probably just smile.
"Hey, baby" you cooed, leaning over her.
Mimi ignored you, her attention entirely captured by her own feet. She stared down at her tiny socks, her eyebrows knitting together in a look of pure irritation. She grabbed at her foot, tugging viciously to rid herself of the fabric. When the sock refused to budge, she looked up and slapped Sukuna’s arm in frustration.
"What? You need some help?" Sukuna smirked, propping himself up on one elbow. "I’ll help you out, but you have to say papa first."
Mimi glared at him, let out a sharp, demanding "Nya!", and patted his arm again, pointing aggressively at her foot.
Sukuna’s expression softened instantly, his bravado crumbling. "Such a little brat" he sighed, his fingers working quickly to slide the tiny socks off her feet. He tossed them toward the nightstand, then leaned down to plant a lingering kiss on the sole of her bare foot. "I’m going to eat you up if you don't stop being so adorable, for God's sake."
He leaned completely over her, showering her face, neck, and belly with a rapid barrage of loud, raspberry kisses. Mimi's high.pitched giggles filled the bedroom, loud and unrestrained.
"Daddy’s favorite sound" Sukuna murmured against her cheek, kissing her ten more times for good measure.
You watched them, your chest aching with a profound sense of completeness.
"But..." Sukuna paused, turning his dark gaze up to meet yours, his voice dropping into something far more intimate, "...I still prefer my wife’s laughter more."
Your heart did a familiar flutter, a small chuckle escaping you.
Mimi, sensing the shift in attention again, wiggled away from her father’s hands and scrambled toward you, patting your stomach with both palms.
"Mhm? You want to sit on Mommy’s belly now?" you asked softly, stroking her cheek. Mimi offered you that radiant, gummy smile before burying her face right into your shirt, nuzzling against your skin.
"She probably misses being inside your belly" Sukuna remarked, his hand coming over to rest on the baby’s back, his fingers tangling in her pink hair.
"Maybe" you whispered, rubbing her small back. Mimi opened her mouth, closing it experimentally as another wave of heavy drool began to soak through the fabric of your top.
"And I miss being inside my wife’s-"
"Sukuna!" you snapped, cutting him off with a sharp, warning glare.
He laughed, leaning over to press a quick, placating kiss to your cheek. The sudden movement made Mimi instantly look up from your stomach, her little eyes narrowed.
"The demon awakes" Sukuna teased, pulling back an inch. "Relax, brat, I’m not stealing your mommy."
Mimi ignored him entirely. With a look of fierce, unbothered determination, she began to climb higher up your stomach, her tiny knees digging into your skin until she reached her destination.
"Such an explorer" you murmured, supporting her hips. Sukuna chuckled softly beside you.
Without warning, Mimi opened her mouth wide and bit down hard right over your blouse, clamping onto your breast. You gasped in surprise, though it didn't actually hurt since she had no teeth to speak of. She began tugging at the fabric, trying desperately to bypass the barrier of your shirt, sucking aggressively through the cloth. You let out a defeated sigh, adjusting your position to just let her do what she wanted.
Sukuna watched the display, his expression shifting into something unusually quiet, almost heavy. "At this point, the kids are having way more fun with you than I am."
You blinked, looking at him in genuine shock. There was a faint, dark flush creeping up his neckan expression that looked entirely foreign on a man like him. Your husband of seventeen years was many things, but shy was never one of them.
"Are you actually blushing right now?" you smirked, leaning back against the pillows.
Sukuna shook his head sharply, his eyes tracing the large, wet circle of drool Mimi was leaving across your chest. "You look so fucking sexy" he grunted, closing his eyes for a brief second as if trying to muster some semblance of control. "I’m a patient man for a lot of things, Y/n. but when it comes to you, I swear to God..."
You chuckled softly, reaching down to gently pull your chubby daughter away from your shirt. The moment you moved her, Mimi let out a sharp, rising whine, her face contorting as she threatened to scream.
"Mimi, if you want milk, let Mommy take the shirt off first. You’re ruining my clothes" you muttered.
"That’s my shirt, by the way" Sukuna pointed out, his eyes opening to stare up at the ceiling.
You ignored him, focusing on untangling the baby's fingers from the fabric.
"You’ve lost too much weight" Sukuna murmured suddenly.
The casual, teasing atmosphere in the room vanished instantly. You looked over at him, opening your mouth to instinctively deny it, but the heavy, unblinking look in his eyes stopped the words in your throat. You knew he was right.
"It’s not healthy" he continued, his voice dropping into a rough, serious register. "You’re breastfeeding... and that’s not even the part that bothers me the most." He reached out, his massive, calloused hand engulfing yours, slowly sliding his fingers between your own. "When I held your waist earlier... I could feel your hip bone Y/n."
He looked down at your joined hands, his grip tightening just a fraction. "I.swear to God you aren't doing anything stupid like dieting. Because I will get angry at myself for making you feel like you ever needed to do that." He lifted your hand pressing his lips firmly against your knuckles.
"I’m fine, Ryo" you said softly, trying to ease the sudden tension in his broad shoulders. "My hip bones have always been a little visible-"
"Let’s discuss this later" he interrupted flatly.
He stood up in one fluid motion, carefully but firmly lifting Mimi away from you. Mimi began to scream and wail at the sudden separation, but Sukuna simply shifted her so she could see his bright pink hair. Fascinated by the bright color, she immediately reached out, her tiny fingers tangling in the strands, her crying ceasing as quickly as it had begun.
You sat up, watching him. You knew that look on his face. He was overthinking again locking himself into a spiral of silent anxiety that he rarely let the rest of the world see.
The pregnancy had been brutal on both of you. The worst memory the one that still gave him nightmares was the moment in the delivery room when the doctor had calmly handed Sukuna a piece of paper, telling him he needed to sign a waiver in case they had to choose between saving the mother or the child. Sukuna had nearly torn the hospital room apart, screaming at the staff, before finally shoving the signed paper back into the doctor's hands with a single, trembling command: If something goes wrong, you save my wife.
"Ryo..."
"Don’t 'Ryo' me, woman" he snapped softly, his back still turned to you as he held the baby. "I can't fucking live without you. Live? I can’t breathe. I can’t speak, drink, or eat if you aren't here. I need you to function in this world... don't you get that? All I want is for you to be healthy. I want you with me forever, until I’m all wrinkled and ugly as fuck, and you’re probably still looking hot as hell." He turned around, a weak, strained smile touching his lips as Mimi tugged mercilessly on his hair.
A stray tear escaped your eye, tracking silently down your cheek. Sukuna’s eyes caught the moisture instantly. His entire demeanor shifted; his focus locked entirely onto you. He walked over to the crib, quickly but gently placing Mimi inside. The infant immediately let out a loud howl of protest, but Sukuna didn't look back.
He moved to the edge of the bed, parting his legs and pulling you firmly into his lap.
You wrapped your arms tightly around his neck, burying your face into his shoulder. He held you back with a crushing, desperate strength. "I fucking love you" he grunted roughly against your skin.
From her crib, Mimi let out an annoyed grunt, rolling onto her stomach and sticking her chubby arms through the wooden bars, demanding to be let out.
Sukuna let out a long breath, his hands sliding down to the hem of your shirt. "Let me look at you" he murmured gently. You nodded against his shoulder, letting him slowly pull the fabric over your head.
A faint blush crept onto your cheeks as his eyes swept over your body. It felt strangely intense, almost overwhelming.mostly because between the late stages of pregnancy and the first five months of Mimi's life, you hadn't intimacy in over fourteen months. A record for the two of you.
But Sukuna wasn't looking at you with raw lust. His gaze traced the sharp line of your collarbones, the slight dip in your stomach, and the curve of your ribs.
"You are so fucking beautiful" he whispered, his large hand spreading flat against your stomach, his thumb stroking your skin. "But please, my girl." He leaned down, burying his face into the warmth of your neck, his breath hot against your skin.
You sighed, your fingers weaving through his short, pink hair, gently massaging his scalp. "I’m alright, Sukuna..."
"You just... fuck, you don't get it, Y/n" he muttered against your skin.
"I'm not dieting, I swear" you promised, your voice steady and honest. "You know me. I’ve never been an insecure woman."
"Of course I know you" he grunted, his lips sliding down to press a firm, lingering kiss just above your breast. "Why the fuck would you be insecure when you look like a goddess?"
You let out a soft chuckle, the heavy tension in your chest finally beginning to dissipate. "Yeah, yeah. But watch your mouth. Mimi is right there."
As if on cue, Mimi let out a piercing, high-pitched shriek. Sukuna pulled away with a sigh, turning to look at the crib. The baby’s cheeks were flushed dark pink from her screaming, her eyes brimming with very real, dramatic tears.
"You are such a brat, but I love you," Sukuna groaned, walking over to scoop her up again. The moment she was secure in his arms, her cries vanished. She reached out, her small hands patting his cheeks happily before her fingers began tracing the sharp, dark ink of his facial tattoos.
"My chubby little brat" Sukuna nuzzled his face against her tiny fingers, making her giggle. "Would you let me talk to Mommy for five minutes?"
Mimi gave a firm nod, as if she understood every syllable. You burst into a genuine laugh, and Sukuna’s eyes immediately locked onto your face. He walked back to the bed, laying her down between your legs. Instantly, the little monster crawled forward, shoving her mouth right against your breast over your bra, making Sukuna let out a loud grunt of defeat.
"If you keep feeding this milk monster every time she asks, she’s going to get so fat she won't even need to learn how to walk. She'll just roll around the house" Sukuna said.
You laughed so hard your shoulders shook. Mimi pulled back, blinking up at you with wide eyes, completely captivated by the sound of your laughter, before diving right back in.
"Stop fat.shaming our daughter," you gasped, adjusting your position. Sukuna grabbed a few pillows from the headboard, shoving them behind your back to make sure you were comfortable. You began to gently stroke Mimi's back as she nursed through the fabric. "Is it really that surprising? You know how the post pregnancy drop is for me. I just lost my appetite for a bit. But I’ll be fine, I promise. You know how much I love food."
Sukuna sighed, his hand resting gently on your knee, his thumb rubbing soothing circles. "Yeah, right. You better start eating like this monster right here." He gave Mimi’s diaper-clad bottom a playful pat, making the baby squirm and giggle without losing her grip.
"Let her nurse in peace" you chuckled.
"Pfft. She nurses every damn second" Sukuna complained, though his eyes were incredibly soft. "Yuji wasn't like this. That kid was calm as hell. He wouldn't even cry for his milk. he’d just sit there patiently waiting until you walked into the room."
"He was a very calm baby" you agreed, a nostalgic smile crossing your face. "But Mimi definitely took after her father. Did I mention she intentionally threw up on Shoko's mother last week?"
"What?" Sukuna’s head snapped up, a sharp snort escaping him. "That old hag absolutely deserved it, but how the hell did my brat manage that?" He leaned down to kiss Mimi’s bare foot, making her toes curl.
"Well, you were out,.and Shoko came over with her mother" you explained, smiling at the memory. "I had just finished feeding Mimi, and I was holding her up to burp her when Shoko's mom insisted on taking her. Mimi gave her the most terrifying, narrow eyed baby glare I’ve ever seen, but I handed her over anyway. Mimi started screaming immediately, so I reached out to take her back, but the woman wouldn't let go. She kept trying to hush her, and right on cue... Mimi just erupted all over her blouse. Shoko and I were laughing so hard we could barely breathe."
Sukuna burst into a loud, booming laugh, leaning his head completely against your shoulder as he looked down at the baby. "My girl is a genius. Good job, chubby brat" he praised, poking her cheek.
Mimi finally let go with a soft, milk.drunk sigh, smacking her lips.
"Finally! The milk monster is satisfied," Sukuna cheered, quickly lifting her away from your chest. Mimi giggled, entirely pleased with herself. She reached up, her tiny fingers landing squarely on Sukuna’s face. "Yup, that's my nose... and those are my eyes" Sukuna narrated as she touched each feature.
"And these are my teeth. And I am going to bite your cheek" Sukuna growled playfully, baring his teeth to try and scare her.
Mimi didn't even flinch. She just let out another massive giggle, leaning her face closer to his open mouth. Sukuna stared at her in absolute awe before pressing a loud, aggressive, yet incredibly gentle kiss right to her cheek. "Daddy's favorite little monster."
You reached out and pinched his forearm sharply. He let out a small grunt, looking up at you.
"Move" you ordered playfully. "I need to get changed before the guests get here. Go change your little monster into something nice, and then go downstairs and help poor Yuji." You slid off the bed, heading straight toward the bathroom for a quick shower.
"It's milk monster but whatever" Sukuna corrected loudly toward the closing door, earning himself a muffled scold from inside. He turned back to Mimi, showering her face with rapid kisses until she was breathless with giggles. "Come on, let’s get you into something pretty like your mom."
He laid her down on the mattress, changing her diaper with surprisingly deft, experienced hands. He walked over to her closet and pulled out a tiny, soft purple dress, a rare, genuine smile softening his harsh features as he looked at how ridiculously small it was.
"You know" Sukuna murmured to the baby in a low, conspiratorial whisper as he pulled the dress over her head "when your big brother was your age, he peed right on my face. I never told your mother because she would have held it over my head for the rest of my life. That’s a secret that stays between us, alright?"
Mimi kicked her legs, letting out a sharp squeal.
"Can you just stay like this forever? Small and cute?" Sukuna sighed, lifting her up against his chest. "I said the same damn thing to your brother, and now he’s turning sixteen. In two years, the kid is going to be a legal adult. It’s freaking ridiculous."
He walked out of the bedroom, carrying her down the hallway. "Let’s go see what your mom is doing." He reached out to turn the doorknob to the dressing room.
"Give me some privacy!" your voice rang out from inside.
"What’s that? Never heard of her in our seventeen years of marriage" Sukuna called back smoothly.
"Goodbye! Go change!" you shouted.
Sukuna grunted, turning back toward the stairs. "Your mom hates me," he whispered dramatically to Mimi. "She used to kick your dad out of bed, you know? And your poor, helpless father just had to sit on the floor and sulk all day. She used to beat me up, too. So you better love Daddy more, because Daddy is a deeply mistreated man."
"Ew. That was so cringe, Dad" Yuji’s flat voice interrupted from the bottom of the stairs.
Sukuna glared down at his son. "Fuck off. Hold your sister so I can go change." He practically shoved Mimi into Yuji’s arms. Yuji caught her with perfect ease, his expression instantly softening into something incredibly gentle as he adjusted his hold on his little sister.
Sukuna turned on his heel and marched back toward the bedroom, trying to ignore the heat rising in his face. He pushed the bedroom door open, and his jaw instantly dropped.
You were standing by the vanity in just your bra and panties, your arms raised as you elegantly tied your hair up into a loose bun. Sukuna’s eyes snapped down your body. In a fraction of a second, he stepped into the room, slammed the door shut, and turned the lock with a sharp click.
"Wh... what... you look sexy as hell" he muttered, his voice suddenly thick as he strode toward you.
You rolled your eyes in the mirror. "I know."
Before you could even turn around fully, Sukuna grabbed you by the waist, lifting you effortlessly and slamming you back onto the mattress. You let out a sharp yelp, followed by a breathless giggle.
"Ryomen!"
"Tsk, shut up. Let's make out" he growled.
His lips came down on yours, hot and demanding, his large hands immediately finding your waist and squeezing tightly. You let out a soft sigh, your hands coming up to grip his shoulders as the familiar, intoxicating heat of him enveloped you. He shifted his weight, his hips grinding firmly against yours, drawing a quiet, ragged whimper from your throat. You shifted, pulling yourself into his lap as the kiss turned aggressive and hungry. Even with the absolute exhaustion of managing a newborn and a teenager, the raw, visceral chemistry between you and Sukuna was something that time couldn't touch.
"Mom!! Megumi and Uncle Toji are here!" Yuji’s loud voice boomed through the house from downstairs.
Sukuna let out a furious, low grunt against your lips. He rested his forehead against yours for a single, agonizing second before slowly pulling away. He stood up, adjusting his clothes and zipping his pants back with a sharp tug.
"I'll go down and greet them. Take your time" he murmured, leaning down to press a firm kiss to your forehead, his hand giving your breast a wicked squeeze before he walked out.
You rolled your eyes, a flush burning on your skin as you got off the bed. You walked over to the closet and pulled out a stunning, backless silk dress in a deep, dark purple. You knew you were entirely overdressing for a casual family gathering, but it was exactly what you felt like doing. You neatly pinned your hair into a high, sophisticated bun, leaving the expanse of your bare back completely visible. Opting for comfort, you skipped the bra entirely, slipped into a pair of elegant kitten heels, applied a swift layer of light makeup, and headed downstairs.
As you descended the staircase, your hips swaying gently with every step, you saw the gathering in the foyer. Sukuna was holding Mimi like a prized possession while Toji stood a few feet away, talking to him.
But your eyes immediately locked onto Megumi, your second son. You loved that boy with everything in you. He was a sweetheart through and through. After Toji’s girlfriend had passed away years ago, you had stepped in, raising Megumi right alongside Yuji without a single shred of regret.
"Megumi!" you called out.
Every head in the room snapped toward the staircase. Sukuna’s eyes widened, his throat suddenly going completely dry as he took in the sight of you in the backless silk. You ignored his burning gaze, stepping off the final step and walking straight toward Megumi, wrapping him in a warm, fierce hug.
"Look at you!" you smiled brightly, pulling back just enough to smooth down his stubbornly spiky black hair.
Megumi let out a rare, genuine smile, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. "Hey, Mom."
Your smile widened. You and Toji had been completely honest with Megumi years ago about his biological mother; after all, as the boy grew older, he had naturally questioned why his father lived so closely with another family. But Megumi had called you 'Mom' since he was barely a year old, and that had never changed. Sukuna had never minded sharing the maternal title, and Toji despite his usual gruff, distant exterior always looked at you with a quiet, profound gratitude that he could never fully put into words.
"Mom! Dad isn't letting anyone hold Mimi!" Yuji complained loudly, throwing an arm over Megumi’s shoulder.
You raised an eyebrow, turning a sharp look toward your husband. "Really? And what exactly did your father say?"
"He said our hands are too dirty to touch his daughter" Megumi muttered with a quiet snort.
You threw a lethal glare across the room at Sukuna, who instantly looked away, suddenly very interested in the molding on the ceiling. "You boys go grab some snacks in the living room and wait for the others to arrive. I need to have a little word with that man."
Megumi and Yuji exchanged amused snickers as they strolled into the living room.
You walked into the kitchen space, purposefully bypassing Sukuna to walk straight up to Toji, offering him a warm, brief hug. "Hello!" you smiled.
Toji offered a rare, faint smile in return. "Hey."
Behind you, Sukuna was practically burning a hole through Toji’s skull with his eyes, rolling them aggressively.
"Why exactly are you refusing to let the kids hold Mimi?" you asked, turning to Sukuna and gesturing for him to hand her over. "Oh, look at my baby girl! We're matching!" you cooed, happily taking Mimi into your arms and peppering her cheeks with kisses.
"She has your eyes" Toji remarked quietly, watching the two of you.
"Pfft. She’s my exact copy" Sukuna countered loudly, stepping forward with a stubborn grin.
You rolled your eyes, shifting Mimi securely against your hip. "Anyway, go into the living room and let the kids hold their sister. Stop acting like you're some untouchable celebrity." You shooed him away with your free hand.
Sukuna huffed, but leaned in to press a quick, possessive kiss to your lips before finally walking out to join the boys.
You turned your attention back to Toji, who was standing there with his hands shoved deep into his pockets, looking uncharacteristically awkward. You let out a soft chuckle. "What's with that look?"
Toji looked at you, his eyes softening as he took in the radiant, effortless grace you carried. "You look good, Y/n. Motherhood suits you. It always has.












