Uncle!Sukuna Part 7
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Uncle!Sukuna who stood in front of Yuji, who was standing with his small hand on his chin like he was analyzing an important sample. Sukuna rolled his eyes at the sight, a small smirk on his lips.
Yuji hummed, looking at Sukuna's chosen outfit closely. Sukuna already knew he looked good, his suit crisp and perfect. He hadn't even asked for his nephews' opinion, but as the boy stood there looking, he couldn't deny he was waiting to hear Yujis thoughts.
"What is it, brat?" He grumbled, fidgeting because of how long the kid stayed silent.
"Is this the best you can do? Choso says miss y/n is going to dress up real nice." Yuji replied, looking up at his tall uncle.
Sukuna huffs, fixing his sleeves as he looks away from Yuji and back to the mirror. His brow furrowed as he looked at himself again, wondering if he did look as good as he knew you would. He had told you it was a fancy place and to dress up to fit it. But now that Yuji had said something, he could feel himself start to doubt if "his best" was really enough.
"Oh! I know what you need!" Yuji suddenly said, quickly rushing past Sukuna and out of the bedroom. Sukuna watched the doorway as he waited for him to return, brow raised in curiosity when he heard rushed movement from Yuji's room. He quickly came running back, a small white flower in his hand. Sukuna is confused, wondering how he planned to use that as well as where he even got it. It was slightly squished, but still whole and pretty.
Yuji pulls Sukunas arm, indicating that he wanted him to bend down. Sukuna does so, silently crouching till he was more even to Yujis height. The boy grins as he tucks the stem of the flower into the chest pocket of Sukunas fitted blood-red suit jacket. He pulls back once the flower is in place, his grin growing as he looks at his work. Yuji was clearly pleased with the result. Sukuna simply looks down at the flower which contrasted completely with his dark clothing. It stood out, but wasn't bad looking per say. When he glanced up to Yuji again, the proud grin on the brats face was enough of a reason to keep it there.
Sukuna sighs, feigning annoyance as he stands. He straightens out his clothes again before looking down at Yuji.
"Better?"
"The best!"
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You stood in front of your bedroom mirror, once again analyzing your makeup. You were nervous, Sukuna had said it was a fancier place, and you had chosen your best dress, and spent almost two hours perfecting your makeup. But still, you were worried that something wasn't perfect. You tried telling yourself it was just 2nd date nerves, but that didn't help much to actually help you feel better.
With 30 minutes left before Sukuna was going to come to your door to collect you, you were starting to panic just a little. You even contemplated redoing your makeup but knew you would have no time. So instead, you paced your living room, silently telling yourself positive things to help. It wasn't until you saw a small gift box on your kitchen island, just out of the corner of your eye, that your attention actually moved to something other than your worries.
You moved to it, confused because it hadn't been there before Choso left, the last time you were in the kitchen. You opened it, brows raising when you see a beautiful necklace with a pendant that looked to be a red rose. There was a small paper folded underneath it that you opened first.
For your date. Mr. Sukuna is cool. Love Cho.
You smiled at the words, loving how thoughtful your son was. You knew there's no way he could've gotten a piece of jewelry like this without help, but you figured you could ask him later about that, when he was home. For now, you took the necklace out and put it around your neck, moving your hair out of the way to latch it. Once it was on, you moved to look at yourself in a hallway mirror, your heart warming when you see how good it looks in contrast to your white dress. It was beautiful.
It was also exactly what you needed in order to ease your nerves. No longer feeling like something was missing or imperfect, you spent the last bit of time making sure you had everything you'd need and that the house was locked up.
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Sukuna was already crossing the street to your house before Toji could fully drive away with his nephew. He gave himself a moment to take a breath, calming his nerves before knocking on your door. He hears the sound of your heels on your floor, feeling his heart pick up as he hears you get closer to the door. He unknowingly holds his breath when you open the door, feeling speechless (again) as he takes in your appearance. You look radiant, even more so than usual. Sukuna released a breath, giving you a smirk that you returned with a smile.
"Hello, beautiful." He spoke, his gruff voice giving you butterflies. He grabs your hand as you greet him and step out, shutting your front door behind you. Giving your hand a kiss, he waits for you to lock up before leading you to his car, opening your door for you.
Once the two of you are on the way to your destination, which is still unknown to you, the ride is pretty quiet. The silence between you is peaceful, nice. It feels natural and easy, which is a relief to both of you.
Sukuna is silently going over his plans for the evening, wanting to make sure everything went smoothly. He didn't want to rush things, knowing you hadn't been in a relationship since Choso's father, and he himself hadn't felt this way about someone before in his life, so he wanted to take things slow. He wanted this to work out, whatever this was.
You were thinking about how the evening would go as well. Last time, it ended with a kiss - one you still thought about - and you couldn't help but wonder if tonight would be the same. Not that you would be against something...more...happening, but the idea still made you nervous. You knew there was something between the two of you, knew that whatever it was had developed faster than any other relationship you've been in, but you had reservations about moving too quickly. It had been so long since you even considered being in a relationship, and the last one you were in had been a horrible one. And being a mother, you knew you couldn't rush into things no matter how strongly you felt about Sukuna. You felt like he had been in your life for much longer than he has, but you had to remind yourself that it had only been a few months. So while you liked him, a lot, and you wanted to let whatever was between you two grow, you knew slow and steady would be the best route to take with the pink-haired man.
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"Please tell me you kicked them out? That's just ridiculous." You said, covering your mouth as you laughed. Sukuna took a sip of his drink across from you, smirking.
"Nah, I just let them fight. Got the crowd pretty excited, and it was free entertainment. Plus I wasn't gonna be the one to clean up the blood." He said with a chuckle. Despite the mention of blood and his comfortability with violence, you weren't perturbed. You simply chuckled with him, shaking your head in amusement.
You both had been at the fancy restaurant for hours already. After you ate dinner, neither of you wanted to leave, so you ordered a dessert to share and continued to talk. Despite seeing each other pretty much every day, and spending most of your time together, conversation came easy, and neither of you ran out of stuff to talk about. He had plenty of stories being the owner and bartender of a bar, though he tried to avoid mentioning the more gruesome ones. You had stories too, of parents you've had to deal with during your time as a vice principal, memorable students, and of amusing memories with Choso. Time slipped away from you both as you swapped stories, laughing so hard at times that you got looks from other customers. Sukunas booming (and rare) laugh gave you goosebumps every time it filled the room.
As the dessert slowly disappeared from the plate, so did the customers from the restaurant. More and more tables emptied out, and you noticed the looks from the employees as they passed by to clean them. It made you glance at the time, your eyes widening when you see how late it was. Sukuna noticed, glancing at the time as well. You two then agreed that it was time to leave. The check was quickly delivered, as if the staff were on stand-by waiting for Sukuna to request it. He wouldn't even let you see the total, narrowing his eyes at you when you even suggested paying for your part.
His hand landed on your back as you walked out of the restaurant, the valet already waiting with his car at the front. In the car, his hand took place in yours. You glanced at him from the corner of your eye, seeing the slightest tint of pink on his ears. You smiled, looking to your side window to hide it.
As you looked out of the window, you started to see raindrops slowly appear. A little confused, since the weather hadn't predicted rain, you looked forward. It started to rain harder, quickly going from a trickle to a steady stream of rain. Sukuna had to turn his wipers on, grumbling in annoyance at the unexpected storm. He was glad you weren't too far from home, since it was difficult to see in the dark through the rain.
As soon as he pulled into your driveway, he grabs the blanket he keeps in his car for you, before getting out and running over to your side, holding the blanket over his head. He opens the door, using the makeshift 'umbrella' to keep you from getting wet as you quickly get out. You both run up to your door, quickly unlocking it and rushing inside. You shiver at the temperature difference, happy to be in the warm house. Thanks to Sukuna, most of you was still dry, but all of you was cold.
You turn on your hallway light, rubbing your arms. Sukuna takes off his suit jacket, the back of it having gotten soaked.
"I can put that in the dryer, give you some clothes to wear too." You offer, feeling bad that he took on most of the rain just to keep you dry. He just nodded at you, taking off his shoes. You walk away, going to your room. Rummaging through your drawers, you manage to find an old, large pair of sweats and a button up. You change your own clothes before going back out, putting on warmer, more comfortable clothes.
Sukuna doesn't say much when you hand him the clothes, mumbling a thanks before going in to your guest bathroom and changing. When he's done, he goes back to the living room to find you, now barefaced and hair down, on a phone call. He doesn't interrupt, simply sitting next to you and leaning his head back.
"Okay baby, I'll see you tomorrow. Be good for your aunt. I love you, Cho." You speak softly into the phone, a smile on your lips that Sukuna has quickly become addicted to seeing.
You hang up, putting your phone away as you turn to look at him.
"That the brat?" He askes, his voice low and tired. You nod with a small chuckle. "Thought you were an only child?"
At his words, you look away, smile fading slightly. You look a bit embarrassed and uncomfortable, which makes Sukuna open his mouth to reassure you that you don't have to say anything if you don't want to. You speak before he can.
"I am...he's with his paternal aunt." You mumble, picking at a loose thread on your pants.
Sukuna raises a brow, surprised to learn that any of Choso's paternal family is still in his life. You notice his curiosity.
"She's nothing like his father. Or the rest of his family, really. She loves Choso, and she's been there for me through so much." You explain. Sukuna listens, nodding slightly to show you he was. "After I had Choso, I cut his father's family off completely, but I couldn't do that to her. Not that I could get rid of her anyway, she's a stubborn one." You joked lightly, making Sukuna smirk a bit.
He can see you're uncomfortable, not used to talking about Choso's father or related people very often. Sukuna knew little about the man, not that you owed him (or anyone) any information. He couldn't deny that he was curious, but he wouldn't push. Instead, his hand moves to grab yours, connecting them and resting them in your lap.
"M'glad you have her then." He says, making you smile softly. You squeeze his hand.
"So am I." You look down at his painted nails, playing with his large fingers a bit. "She travels a lot, so when she comes around, she tries to take time to spend with Choso. He loves it, ends up talking about everything they got up to for a week." You say. You feel awkward, not sure what to say so you just allow your mouth to move, feeling that's better than silence.
Sukuna hums in acknowledgement, smirking because he can tell you're about to start rambling because you feel awkward. He's amused by it, your yapping being one of his favorite things, but he doesn't want you to feel uncomfortable. So he simply tugs your hand, pulling you into him and using his other to cup your jaw. Your eyes widen slightly, and you can feel your breathing get a little shallow at the proximity. His thumb rubs against your cheek as he takes a second to just admire you, his eyes running across your face.
"Beautiful." He practically whispers, talking to himself more than you. His words, as well as the look in his eyes make you feel giddy and shy at the same time. You can't think of a thing to say, too flustered by how soft he was being. He doesn't let the silence linger though, pulling you closer to kip your lips gently.
Instantly, you melt into him, eyes fluttering closed as your heart beat raises (to an unhealthy level, you're sure). You hand moves to his chest, for stability or just to touch him you aren't sure, but neither of you care. The kiss is long and soft, but when he pulls away so that you can both breath, you see the look in his eyes that tells you one isn't enough. You can barely react before he pulls you back, his hand releasing yours to move to your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. This one is far more passionate, more desperate as if he had been waiting forever to feel you like this. To him, it felt like he had been waiting forever.
Sukuna adjusted your position, not breaking the kiss as he moved to lie down on your couch, pulling you to lay on top of him. His hands hold you gently, tongues moving against one another's in a passionate dance. Your hands grip his shoulders, holding on as if you'd wake up from this fantastic dream if you were to let go. Because surely something as simple as a kiss could only feel so good in a dream.
Eventually, due to the unfortunate human need for air, you both pull away, panting. His eyes open, staring at your flushed appearance and the way your lips are parted. He feels your heart beat against his chest, beating at a speed that he's sure matches his own. It's silent for a moment, only the sounds of you both panting filling the living room. But then you smile, bright and bashful, dropping your head to rest against his chest. He smiles too, the type of smile that's unfamiliar on his face, uncomfortable for his bones to adjust to at first. He kisses your hair, arms wrapping around you to hold you better, closer. Neither of you speak, content with holding each other for a little longer. You listen to the sound of his heart, while he listens to the sound of your breathing.
If this was a dream, neither of you ever wanted to wake up.
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You wake up to the smell of bacon, the sound of pans and things being moved around coming from your kitchen a few feet away. It takes a moment for your mind to catch up, slowly remembering the events from the night before.
You had fallen asleep in Sukuna, which explains why you were on the couch still. It seems he had woken up first, somehow getting out from underneath you to sneak away.
After stretching a bit and rubbing your eyes, you slowly stand. Glancing out the front window, you can see that it's still early, likely around 7. You don't bother looking for your phone, just making your way towards the noise and surprisingly delicious smell.
You pause though, when you see the bare back of the tattooed, pink hair man that already occupies your mind. You are hypnotized by that way his muscles move as he cooks, his tan skin somehow looking rough and smooth at the same time. You could watch him for hours you're sure, but unfortunately your show is interrupted when he turns around to grab something, noticing you.
Sukuna smirks when he sees you, watching you blink as if to wake yourself from a trance. He puts down the container he was holding, moving towards you smoothly. Grabbing your waist, he kisses you sweetly.
"'Morning baby." He says, his gruff voice and the pet name making you shiver.
Sukuna pulls away, going back towards the stove. You can see now that he was making eggs and bacon, probably one of the few things he knew how to make.
"Morning. You didn't have to make breakfast." You say, moving to stand by the counter next to him.
"Yeah well it looked like you might be asleep for a while, and I wasn't exactly willing to starve myself just so you could keep drooling on me." He smirks at you as he teases, making you scoff and narrow your eyes at him.
"I was not drooling." You insist. Sukuna chuckles, shaking his head.
"Sure you weren't."
You smack his arm gently, making his smirk grow. Rolling your eyes playfully, you don't bother giving another reply. You grab a strip of bacon that's done, taking a bite. You hadn't realized how hungry you were until you took a bite, your stomach rumbling as a sign for more. Sukuna chuckles again.
"It's almost done, if you wanna go ahead and grab some plates." He says. You do so, grabbing two plates and some utensils for you both. "And the brat called, well his aunt. Said an emergency came up with work so she has to bring Choso home a few hours early. They should be here by noon." He informed.
"Oh, thank you. I didn't even hear my phone ring." You say, looking around for the device. It was either in here or the living room.
Sukuna sees you searching, nodding to the counter behind you. Your phone is on the charger, making you smile at how thoughtful he was. He didn't have to do that, didn't have to answer the phone call either, and he didn't have to make breakfast. But he did, and even something so small made you giddy.
You check your phone, responding to some messages and checking your email while Sukuna finishes up, making your plate before his own. Then as you sit side-by-side at your kitchen table, talking about the day's plans and such, you can't help but realize how badly you want everyday to be like this. Of course the inclusion of Choso and Yuji would make it a hundred times better, but still. The idea of spending every morning with Sukuna like this, sharing kisses and flirty remarks, especially if the two boys were running around your house like usual, it made your chest feel lighter, happier.
You could only hope every day would be like that eventually (soon), and unknown to you, Sukuna hoped the same.
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am i happy with this? not entirely. do i have the energy/time to rewrite it more than i have already? not at all.
i'm not sure if it's just my lack of motivation recently, or how busy i am with life stuff, or what. But i've been working on this part for a while, and idk why but no matter how much i rewrite it, i'm just not entirely satisfied with it. i can't explain why, but I do hope it's not actually complete shit.
so please tell me what you think! despite my feelings on it, i do hope you guys like it, and if you don't please lmk. I want to improve and feedback/constructive criticism always helps :) if there's something wrong with the pacing, the dialogue, wording, literally anything, pls feel free to let me know your thoughts.
thank you to everyone who's read this story, and any of my other works. i appreciate each and every person who's taken the time to comment, like, reblog. I hope you all know how much your support means to me <3
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