mdni 18+ smut/fluff
easter bunny! unckuna who ends up squeezing his big ass into a full easter bunny costume—fuzzy suit, oversized head, floppy ears, the works—for his nephew yuji, half-brother choso and his friends, megumi and nobara on easter sunday.
no thanks to you... well, maybe him—but he's still blaming you for forcing him to do it.
earlier in the week, sukuna got stuck covering for jin on playdate duty. easy enough, you were with him—he'd take the kids to the park, let them tire themselves out. except they weren't running.
instead they were just sitting on the grass arguing about whether the easter bunny even comes to japan since none of them had ever seen him.
sukuna, leaning against the fence and half-listening, made one offhand comment about the easter bunny 'not even being real just like that red pot bellied freak san—'
—and you nearly took his fuckin’ head off for it.
four sets of eyes went wide and their bottom lips wobbled. so you shoved sukuna toward the ice cream truck with a hiss to buy them all cones as damage control while you distracted them on the swings.
it didn't end there. obviously.
by the time he'd got back, hands half frost bitten by all the ice cream he's juggling, you'd already promised them a sleepover. you told the kids if they all came over to 'unkiekuna's' saturday night, the easter bunny might just show up in the morning. the three six-year-olds cheered in unison. choso—pushing eleven, was too old to believe in easter bunny but of course he was already on board. that kid would walk through fire for yuji's happiness.
thus sukuna's fate was sealed.
truly, as the damned preparations fucked up his entire week. you taking him on mindless errands—him driving, you spending, the backseat and truck filling with various pastel bullshit and enough candy to rival halloween, to all culminate on sunday morning.
he'd have put a stop this before it started but knew he wouldn't be getting any ass for a while if he fucked this up so sukuna is forced to play nice.
he only grumbles half-hearted curses under his breath while you arranged the edible grass, stuffed baskets with candy, dyed eggs in pastel colors—and he set up a scavenger hunt across the backyard. the clues took him way too fuckin' long to write, mostly because you kept rejecting them.
"sukuna, they're six. they can't solve riddles about 'the ephemeral nature of spring.'"
"it builds character."
you deadpan.
"what? the lil' emo one's got it." he shrugs. "he's like ten and already reading danzai."
you roll your eyes, fed up.
"make it fun for KIDS, ryo—or i'll make you wear that costume all day."
reluctantly sukuna complies finishing early enough to catch a football game on tv in his full bunny suit.
when the quartet finally wakes up and spots the baskets, they lose their minds—three six-year-olds shrieking and tearing into candy while choso watches with a soft grin, giving yuji some of his candy too.
and then yuji spots the giant bunny on the sofa re-adjusting his balls.
"THE EASTER BUNNY CAME!"
sukuna freezes. megumi squints, approaching slow and suspicious at the easter bunny being a manchester fan—(too damn adept for his own good at six) while nobara and yuji are already sprinting at him. choso catches sukuna's eye and gives him a thumbs up like the supportive little shit he is.
sukuna spends the next hour in full costume, crouching down to their height, guiding them through the scavenger hunt in the yard with exaggerated paw gestures because he can't talk—yuji insisted the easter bunny doesn't speak, only wiggles his nose and hops.
hopping—like a fucking animal.
sukuna almost breaks character right then and there.
but then yuji looks up at him with those big stupid brown eyes, all wonder and belief—and choso's right there standing behind him, clutching a giant plush carrot like he might attempt seppuku with it if the illusion shatters for his little brother.
so sukuna rolls his eyes in his suit and proceeds to hop and wiggle his fucking nose—because he's ultimately just as weak as choso when it comes to that kid.
not that he'd ever admit it.
eventually the kids scatter across the lawn and sukuna retreats to the porch—arms crossed, still in the fucking suit even though he's sweating balls because if he sheds this skin where the kids can see, you'll peel his off next.
no sooner had he thought that then you appeared, fresh lemonade in hand.
speak of the devil. or succubus, more like—the way that sundress is sitting on you. the thin straps slide over your skin as you move and the hem of it is barely covering mid-thigh.
shit. the temperature inside the bunny suit immediately spikes about twenty degrees higher.
not being able to take his eyes off of you, sukuna takes in how the morning sun catches the fabric just right—sheer enough that he can see the shadow of your nipples, the soft sway of your chest.
clearly no bra. on a sunday too? slut, he thinks. especially as you crouch down to hand nobara a glass and your hem rides up, flashing the curve of your ass.
in that moment though something shifts in sukuna.
not just the obvious—though his cock is definitely awake now, twitching inside this humid furry prison.
no, it's the way you brush yuji's hair from his forehead, smiling. the way you laugh at something megumi mutters, perfectly handling his moods. the way you twirl nobara in her easter dress and the way choso trails behind you holding the lemonade pitcher like a little assistant, ready to refill glasses before you even ask.
all four of children orbit you like little moons...
you'd be a good mother.
the thought lands like a sucker punch to the jaw. sukuna tries to shake it off—what the fuck—but it lingers warm and unwelcome in his chest, made worse by the way you glance back at him with a smile like he's something soft.
sukuna is a lot of things, sure, but he is not soft—just ask his p.o. and former cellmates.
he's done 2 prison bids over the years.
and yet sukuna can't help but think maybe he is starting to go a bit fuzzy at he edges considering what he's currently wearing.
and ultimately, he doesn’t even resent you for it.
he’d do it for you again.
he’d do anything for you, actually...
that thought lingers and he visualizes your body round and plump with his seed, as you take the now empty glasses and pitcher back inside.
sukuna automatically follows.
the screen door barely shutting behind him before he's on you.
bunny head discarded on the floor with a thud. his paws yank you back against him before you can even turn around, and you gasp feeling how hard he already is, grinding his thick erection against your ass through all that ridiculous fabric.
"kuna—the kids—", you whine, already feeling yourself getting wet from the feral energy radiating off of him.
"outside."
sukuna is down to one-word answers only. his brain's not working right, clearly. and the only thing he gives a fuck about right now is being inside of you. so he's shoving your sundress up and dragging your pretty panties down your thighs to bend you over the counter.
"k-kuna!"
"shut up and take it. i know you're already soaked, woman."
he fishes his cock out through the costume's front slit, the seam splitting wider as he stuffs himself through—the thing was clearly not for someone of his size—and sinks into your cunt in one slowly, savoring your gooey core as you clench desperately.
wet already. still loose from the night before too. he fuckin' called it.
shit, you're so perfect.
sukuna groans hot against the back of your neck, burying his nose in your hair and tongue slurping up the perspiration beading at the back of your neck. the fuzzy suit bunches awkwardly at his hips as he bottoms out, your slick already dripping down his length and soiling the white fur.
"gonna have to burn this fuckin' thing after," he mutters, pulling out and fucking back in hard and fast enough to make you squeal.
"worth it tho..." sukuna muses, "now let's get this needy girl down here talkin' too."
one furry paw fists in your hair and the other clamps over your mouth as he rails into you. thankfully the costume quiets and obscene slapping of flesh, yet the vulgar squelch of your pussy is only drowned out by the kids yelling as they play in the yard.
bullying himself deeper, your pussy is squeezing him so tight he's seeing stars.
...well fuck. does your freaky ass actually get off on getting fucked in this damned thing?
"this what you wanted, huh?" sukuna pants against your ear, fucking you harder, deeper, the fat head of his roughly bullying your cervix with every stroke.
"the audacity" he laughs against your ear, mean and half-deranged. "you got some nerve, you know that? make me dress like a fucking clown and then walk out there in that? bending over where anyone could see what's mine?"
sukuna suddenly snaps his hips hard enough to make you cry out, slobbering profusely from both lips. "nah, you wanted this. wanted the easter bunny to stuff your greedy little hole. c'mon cum my slutty lil bunny."
"mmmph!"
oh and you do cum embarrassingly fast, your sobs muffled into his furry palm, drooling all over it, clenching around him so hard he nearly busts right there.
but sukuna doesn't pull out.
he fucks you through it while the breakfast you were making burns on the stove.
sukuna doesn't give 2 halves of a shit either—you'll all go out somewhere for breakfast on his dime—after he has his fill. you're pussy is his favorite way for him to start his day and he's gone too long this morning without it.
finally releasing in you, sukuna pumps you full until his cum is leaking down your trembling thighs and into your kitten heels, until your legs shake so bad you're barely standing, only the counter holding you up.
he stays hunched over you, heavy breathing filling the space, as you both catch your breath. then sukuna pulls out slowly, enjoying the sight of his load overflowing from your pretty lil pussy and pooling in the gusset of your ruined panties.
"happy fucking easter." the words are a growl against your ear, his stubble scraping your skin. tuggings your panties up over the mess, sukuna pats your swollen pussy with a satisfied hum.
"keep these on for me. my kids are on their own little scavenger hunt now—let's see if they find that egg before the day's out."
♡ happy easter! this fic literally spawned outta nowhere and i had to write it down. sorry for any errors, i wrote this one fast and my dyslexic ass likely didn't catch everything.
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