݁˖𝜗ৎ neighbor sukuna when he wants to be more than that | 18+
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contains: unedited, fluff, smut, a little angst, unckuna, baby yuji, mentions of alcohol and drugs, mentions of death, dry humping, cumming in boxers
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As a kid, you hated watching parental death in children's movies. It twisted your heart, made your nose tingly and had you searching for your parents to hug them and make sure they're still here. Mufasa falling off the cliff and into the canyon with the stampede is still a tearjerker for you now as an adult. You'll never forgive Scar for that.
So when you're watching Yuji's current favorite movie, The Good Dinosaur, you tend to look away or go do something else when the scene of the Apatosaurus dad's demise comes on. The toddler watches that part intently every time, cooing and reaching his chubby hand to the screen to try and wipe away Arlo's sadness. Sometimes he offers whatever snack or toy is in his hand as consolation, making you melt at his sympathy.
This afternoon, though, you're sitting on the far end of Sukuna's couch while said man is sprawled on the other side, arm over his eyes to block out the brightness of the living room while the other rests on his stomach. His lips are slightly parted on even breaths and the hood of his sweater is covering most of his coral pink hair, the matching sweatpants low on his hips as the waistband of his briefs wink at you.
A sour zest of the tangerines you have peeled cling to your fingers as you watch Yuji's attention stray from the movie playing and towards the older, meaner version of him sleeping on the couch. It's a well-deserved nap after the business trip, back-to-back meetings and parties he's gone to in the last two weeks. However, the toddler is used to his uncle being awake in his presence.
His pudgy cheeks seem to droop, brows lowering as his big, brown doe eyes narrow onto Sukuna's sleeping form. Then he's trudging over to him. You're about to open your mouth to stop the two-year-old before pausing. Sukuna has been asleep for a good four hours or so and you know he's made sure to catch up on sleep in the past few days so having Yuji wake him wouldn't be a bad thing.
He raises his hand above Sukuna's open mouth and you realise that he hadn't finished all the tangerine slices from the one you gave him earlier. Clenching his little fist, he squeezes the fruit until it bursts and the juice trickles into the unsuspecting man's mouth. You cover your mouth to hide your gasp and chuckle. It takes a second for the realization to hit obviously because the guy is sleeping but then his eyes shoot open and he sputters, coughing as he looks around, hood falling off.
Face creasing at the tarty sweetness of the fruit on his taste buds, he grimaces. Eyes narrowed into slits, he finds Yuji on his right, smiling sheepishly as he backs away. Sukuna's features drop into a scowl and his nephew tries to make a run for it.
“Oh no, you don't, you little brat,” he grumbles in that groggy, deep voice of his that has Yuji giggling in fear.
Grabbing the toddler's hand, Sukuna snaps his teeth like he's going to bite his fingers off. Yuji screeches and keels, dropping to the ground to crawl away only for a bulky forearm to brace around his midsection and yank him up onto the devil himself.
Kicking and flailing his arms, the toddler shrieks out a “No! No! No!” as Sukuna's chest rumbles with a frighteningly animalistic growl. But the scariness fades as he lays the little boy on his chest, fingers attacking his sides mercilessly as Yuji thrashes back and forth, screams crashing into fits of uncontrollable giggles. He squirms and writhes to get free as Sukuna chuckles darkly at the seemingly harmless torture he's inflicting.
Eventually, his tiny body grows exhausted as Yuji's laughter dissolves into light snores, cheek smooshed to his uncle's chest, limbs spread out in a starfish pose as he rises and falls with his uncle's breaths. The latter has fallen back into his slumber too.
It's quiet now and you take the moment to admire the wholesome sight of the duo as they're napping together peacefully.
But of course someone—the tyrannosaur—has to ruin the moment by lazily popping an eye open, squinting it at you in accusation.
“Stop staring like a creep or you'll be napping here too,” he warns.
Hands up in surrender, you press your lips together to hide your growing smile, going back to watching the movie as you wait for the perfect opportunity to snap a picture of them.
Sukuna won't ever admit it but he wishes those mundane moments with Yuji would last longer. So he could feel the swell in his heart that made it seem too big to be contained in his chest, ease whatever was bothering him and make him melt like cotton candy in a puddle after the rain, all pink, sugary and liquefied.
And he especially wants sleepy, sweet Yuji back now as he tries to wrangle the infuriatingly fast toddler in for a bath after a long, hot day of splashing around at the beach and building sand castles. Sukuna's skin had burned in the shower after all that time in the blazing hot sun but he had a good time with you and his nephew so he couldn't complain much.
The two of them always drew attention when they were out together, looking like the epitome of a father-son duo. Ladies would flutter around Sukuna under the pretext of gushing over Yuji while his uncle caught them staring at him even with their sunglasses on, shades doing nothing to hide how they ogled at his shirtless form. He'd stifle a smirk at how they'd falter and sour when Yuji would call you over, assuming you're his mother and the man was yours.
Sukuna never denied it.
You had kept Yuji entertained so he could shower first then left for your apartment to do the same while he gives the little boy a bath.
Or at least tries too. The menace that nearly comes up to his knees thinks bathtime is the code word for a game of fucking catch with how he's racing around the apartment and looking back to see if his uncle is on his tail.
Sukuna plays along for a bit then grows frustrated when he can't catch the kid. So he taps his foot and waits around the corner for the brat to zoom by then snatches him up and takes him to the bathroom.
“Come on, stinky butt, you gotta get cleaned up,” he tells him as the little boy dangles off his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
No, it's not smooth sailing from there. Getting Yuji in the tub is easy once he sees all his favorite bath toys floating in the water. Sukuna opens the tap and turns around to grab a towel for less than a fucking second. When he faces the tub again, it's brimming with foam, bubbles in the air as Yuji giggles somewhere in the bath like a kid stuck in a ball pit except more fun and safer.
“Crap, where the heck are you, squirt?” he hisses through his teeth while the toddler squeals with delight, water sloshing wherever he is.
Still, Sukuna panics, shoving his hands in the water, shutting off the faucet and feeling around for the toddler. Once he feels little hands grab onto him, he hoists him up, uncaring if water spills out of the bath as he sighs in relief.
Just then the bathroom door opens.
“Hey, have you seen my pho—” Your eyes lift and you halt in your steps at the scene before you.
Yuji, covered in bubbly foam that makes him look both like a cloud and the abominable snowman. Sukuna, holding him, arms glistening with soap suds, white shirt plastered to his upper body, the ink on his arms, chest and abdomen visible through the sopping fabric. Both of them are staring at you as you stare right back.
Slowly, you walk out of the bathroom backward, hand on the door as you begin to close it.
“I'll let you two get back to it. Might need another shower, bud,” you snicker, referring to Sukuna's soapy form as he cusses, knowing you're right.
The door shuts and he frowns at Yuji who gives him that eyelash-batting, head tilted, toothy smile he uses to get out of being scolded or punished.
“Nice try, pal. But that won't work on me,” he smugly states as he empties the tub a bit and resumes actually cleaning up the toddler.
Another thing Sukuna despises is driving with Yuji in the car. Sure his nephew is better behaved when he's strapped securely in his car seat, juice box in hand and visible through the rear view mirror for his uncle to check on, but he demands specific music to be playing.
His current obsession is Lottery by Latte or whatever the artist's name is. It's all your fault. Yuji heard it one too many times while you were having one of your dance parties, spontaneous karaoke nights or while you were getting ready for a night out. The catchy, upbeat music had caught the toddler's attention despite the inappropriate lyrics and he's too young to understand so he supposes it isn't bad.
But playing it at least five times during a drive is annoying even if he drums his fingers against the steering wheel to the beat and nods his head before realising what he's doing and getting annoyed.
“Tch, stupid girl boss song.”
That doesn't explain why he's whistling a tune that sounds an awful lot like that stupid song while pushing the shopping cart through the aisles of the grocery store. Yuji's a good kid but he's still a kid so he does throw tantrums for things he's denied until Sukuna relents and tosses whatever processed, sugary treat he wanted into the cart.
He can't decide what's worse—the tantrums or his nephew cheerfully greeting random strangers who are so taken by him. Sukuna thinks the kid makes himself an easy target with his friendliness. It's why he teaches him to box, kick people in the nuts, bite, scratch and give scary scowls like his intimidating uncle.
“There, now you know how to defend yourself,” he mutters to the toddler while rubbing his aching jaw where Yuji mimicked his uppercut a little too well. “I have to hand it to you, bud. You've got a mean right hook. Lotta potential there. I'll get you back for that when you're older.”
Sukuna tries to include the toddler in all his activities so he's not a bother or bored. The last time he let him do his own thing, he found his expensive body lotion decorating the hallways, turning his floor into a slip and slide by emptying his cup of juice or climbing up on the high furniture.
Thus, when he's feeling nostalgic and decides to play some Rayman, he hands the little boy a disconnected controller and lets him think he's one of the side characters on screen. The colourful lights flash in his wide, awestruck eyes as he fiddles with the buttons like he's actually participating, tubby body tilting with each turn of the character on screen, pulling a chuckle from his uncle who's doing all the work. He high fives him when “they” win.
You join them sometimes but these days it's less frequent as you were promoted at work and are still adjusting to everything. Sukuna doesn't mind taking care of his nephew but he does pop into your apartment now and then with snacks and to see if you want to rant or go out to clear your mind. He enjoys your company and you're without a doubt friends now so it's only given that you two would hang out.
Sukuna always thought you were beautiful, even now after he's witnessed the good, the bad and the ugly after knowing you for over a year. You're so cute when you're lounging around at home, bare-faced and comfortably dressed. You're pretty when you're all dolled up to go out for lunch with your friends. You're incredibly attractive when you're dressed up for a night out with him and your mutual friend group.
Alas, tonight has to take the cake. You're almost unrecognizable as you step out of the elevator, tinkling laughter carrying into the hallway as his and Yuji's heads turn to you.
The lighting seems to shift to cast you in a spotlight. Your dress pours over your frame, a glimmering silhouette and satin lines. The lingering perfume you're wearing makes Sukuna's head spin. You look like you belong in a dim jazz club as the lead singer, captivating the audience with your dazzling smile and melodic voice. Classy and refined.
The man's coat covers your shoulders and does not do your look justice. Your hair is swept over one shoulder, luscious waves flowing down your chest as it's swept behind your other ear, earring twinkling. Lashes kissing your cheeks when you blink and lips a glossy sheen, you chuckle at something your date says that's not funny at all if you ask Sukuna.
“Nana?” Yuji calls out, his pout showing his confusion as he blinks. Looks like his uncle isn't the only one who's unsure that the woman before him is truly you.
Gone was the woman who'd wear joggers and an old shirt, ponytail askew as she chased after him in the apartment. The woman who sports oversized tees with socks and dances around Sukuna's kitchen in the mornings is nowhere to be found either.
Head lifting at the familiar name the toddler has for you, you come to a stop just before your door as you see the uncle and nephew duo about to enter their apartment too, clad in matching hoodies and dark blue jeans down to the exact same sneakers and beanies. Yuji always loves being a carbon copy of Sukuna, and thinks he's way cooler than Jin.
Your straight posture, self-assured stride and the air you carry yourself with as if you're all too aware that you turn heads and know how to wield that to your advantage falters at the sight of them. The faint quirk on your lips, knowing and flirty slips into something softer, your cheeks aglow, gaze dreamy and grin painfully sincere as you beam at Yuji who smiles right back and waves at you.
“Hi, baby!” You greet excitedly, hand lifting to return his wave, wavy hair bouncing with your movements.
“Baby…?” Your date asks, rudely interrupting as Sukuna resists an eyeroll. That'd be rude of him and he wants this guy to be the only jerk for now.
Lips parting, you blink like you just remembered he's here and look at him bashfully. “Ah, yeah. Shiro, this is Yuji and Sukuna. They're my neighbors. The kid I take care of now and then,” you introduce, gesturing between them.
Shiro walks up to them and holds his hand out. Sukuna takes it, unsurprised when the idiot tries to squeeze it in an attempt to exert dominance.
“Nice to meet you, Sukuna. I've heard good things,” Shiro says politely, passive aggressiveness oozing from him behind those spectacles and his pork broth colored hair.
Your neighbor meets him head on with a grin, flashing his teeth like a tiger baring its teeth but it's deceptive enough to come across as a smile. His hand clamps down on Shiro's one, rubbing it so he can feel the bones in the fucker's hand grind together.
Eyes widening slightly, Shiro tenses.
“Likewise but she flatters me too much,” he replies in a low, seemingly friendly voice but his pinprick pupils are a different story as the man swallows thickly and retracts his hand once Sukuna releases it.
Oblivious to the tension between them, you shrug off Shiro's coat and take Yuji from Sukuna, standing in the middle of the men as you bounce the little boy on your hip.
“Say hi, Yuji,” you tell him.
As if suddenly aware of stranger danger, Yuji's lips curl into his mouth after he mumbles a half-assed greeting then ducks his face into your neck. Sukuna cackles in his mind, glad that the little brat is on his side. He sizes Shiro up from where he's towering behind you like a python deciding the best route to devouring its prey.
“Thanks for walking me up, Shiro. You didn't have to,” you tell him as you'd already exchanged your greetings in his car before he insisted on walking you to your door.
You knew he wanted more from the way he was eyeing you up over dinner but you were not up for sleeping with a man on the first date much less one who spoke about his business and how much money he had rather than ask anything meaningful about you. Safe to say, you think this date would be your first and last with him.
But you still remained polite and planned to let him down gently over text.
Shiro gulps, color draining from his face as his forehead beads with sweat. What a wuss, Sukuna thinks with a snort.
You notice and frown in concern. “What's wrong, are you okay?”
“Looks like you're coming down with something, man,” Sukuna chimes in, faking worry as he cocks his head. “Probably should get that checked out.”
Noting the pointed glare in his crimson gaze, Shiro nods vigorously. “Y-Yeah, I'll do that. Thanks for tonight. I'll see you around,” he blurts the words out in a rush before nearly running to the elevator.
Stroking Yuji's hair, you watch him go, befuddled and a little offended. “Damn, was I that shitty of a date?”
Behind you, Sukuna scoffs as he opens the door to his apartment and you step in wordlessly, causing a smirk to pull at his lips. Yuji fell asleep so it's only given that you'd come in to put him down but let the man be delusional for a bit and pretend you're coming back from a date with him instead.
To his surprise, you vent about the date being a total flop and how you were not planning on going on a second one with that self-centered finance bro. Sukuna responded in solidarity, patting your shoulder like a good friend while he secretly grinned like the Cheshire cat, smug that he won't have to see pork broth around you ever again.
“Next time, you can let me know so I can fetch you if it goes south,” he offers.
He's not stupid enough to admit that he's thrown off by you suddenly going on dates and not telling him after you said you doubted you'd entertain men anytime soon just a few weeks back. So he just suggests being there for you if you need a quick escape from another shitty date he hopes never comes.
Besides, you shouldn't be with someone who gets scared and runs for the hills with their tail between their legs when your neighbor scowls at them. How would they protect you drom actual bad guys and criminals then? That won't do and he says as much.
Not to you, of course. You'd bite his head off if you knew he gave Shiro a fright.
Instead he confides in his trusty buddy, Yuji, as he paces up and down in his apartment the next day while the little boy tries and fails to watch the cartoon playing when his brick wall of an uncle keeps blocking his view.
“She went out on a date and came back so late without letting me know beforehand. What if he was a creep and ended up taking advantage of her?! How would I help if I didn't know?”
“Creep?” The toddler repeats, the whole spiel too long for his young self to say.
“I know, right? Got scared of the sight of me too. Must be one of those abusers who cower when another man confronts them.”
“Scared of me?” Yuji tilts his head.
“Not you—Well, I guess you are quite scary when you frown like that.”
That earns an exaggerated frown from him. “I'm a naughty boy!”
“Damn right you are but that isn't the point. This isn't good for the baby.”
Sukuna rubs his stomach, feeling like he's getting an ulcer from the stress of hypothetical worst case scenarios that could've happened last night but thankfully didn't.
Yuuji points to himself, used to being called a baby. “Me?”
“No, me!”
For the next few days, Sukuna doesn't let you live the date down, mentioning stocks and his offshore bank account just to mess with you until you snap and toss a toy or soft ball at him while he cackles evilly. Yuji copies you and hits him square in the chest with a rubber dinosaur.
“It's not like you're any better. At least I try to go on dates and get to know people instead of going on one and then sleeping with the woman,” you accuse when he tells your friend group about it during your weekly bar hop.
His smile drops into a light scowl at that, pointing at you with his glass. “That's not true. I can totally go on a date without hooking up after. Maybe you're feeling some type of way because you can't do a one night stand without catching feelings.”
That has you bristling. “I could. I just refuse to.”
Rolling his eyes, he takes a swig of his bourbon. “Right.”
Annoyed that he doesn't believe you, you set your margarita down and level him with a determined stare. “I could seduce anyone I wanted.”
Snorting, his brows bounce. “Yeah, you couldn't seduce a hooker.”
As much as he's stating all of his claims like they're non-negotiable facts, Sukuna does not know that for sure. He'll just keep talking shit to rile you up so he can grin in the face of your wrath.
The sharp glare you give him is a complete contrast to how you were laughing a little too loudly with a guy at the bar counter earlier, scoring free drinks for your table.
“Wanna bet?”
His tongue rolls in his cheek as he holds your gaze, his own sparking with something mischievous.
“I'm listening,” he murmurs while Shoko, Suguru and Satoru's interests pique as they listen in.
It's too late to back out now so you continue, not even knowing where you're going with this as you tip up your chin. “That I could get more men's numbers tonight than you could women's,” you declare.
Satoru whistles low, leaning in now. “Is that a bet I hear? Why not up the stakes and see who could seduce someone quicker and take them home?”
Lifting a hand at that, Sukuna dismisses the idea with a wave. “Nah, the number thing is better. Wouldn't want this big mouth over here to bite off more than she could chew.”
Your eyes narrow but you don't refute his words. It would be out of your depth to spontaneously go home with someone tonight. Sure, you've done it in the past but that's not something you're fine with doing now.
Raising with hands, Satoru concedes. “Alright then, let's set some rules. It's eight now so we'll make the deadline midnight so it doesn't go on too long. What are the stakes?”
“Loser has to change Yuji's diapers and potty train him for the next month,” you decide. Diaper duty was no fun but trying to teach the toddler to go in the potty was way harder.
Sukuna gets serious like something grave is at stake and you have to hide your smile behind the rim of your glass as you sip your cocktail.
Nodding, he sniffs and agrees. “That's fine with me. So the winner gets to be off diaper duty and potty training for a month?”
“Pretty much, yeah.”
His face splits into a grin. “Great, this is too easy.”
Satoru claps. “Let's shake on it then.”
Holding out his hand, Sukuna smirks. “May the best man win.”
Glancing at his hand, you barely touch it before moving away and rising from your seat.
“Oh, I plan to,” you assure him and walk off without letting him reply.
This is not what Sukuna had in mind for tonight. Not by a long shot. He wanted you to get all worked up about his lack of faith in your seduction skills so you'd agree to try and seduce him.
A stupid attempt to get closer to you, sure. But he can't exactly think straight around you when you're all electric and daring on a night out with your bold makeup and short little black dress, your movements all slow and intentional.
For what it's worth, you'd definitely be able to seduce him. Though it wouldn't take much because he'd be so easy for you.
Sensing that he's being watched, he turns to find his three friends smiling at him knowingly. They knew his plan flopped. Biting back a growl, he flips them off then leaves the table too to find his first mark.
Around eleven, you've already gotten over fifty numbers in your phone. Men weren't hard to win over after all. A little attention, intent nods, a few dazzling smiles and some giggles while peering at them with your big bright eyes had them taking your phone from the bar counter before you even asked. Some even forgot Bro Code in their friend groups when you went over to chat them up, all of them punching their digits into your dialing pad.
It wouldn't be this easy on a normal night. Not when Sukuna would be lurking behind you, features drawn in a bored expression that came off threatening without even trying. He didn't mind when you used him as a bodyguard to ward off creeps and unwanted admirers. Tonight though since he was busy trying to win your bet, men were able to flock to you without the shark circling you. But he was still close by like a dark fin cutting through water. Watching. Waiting.
Sukuna's pretty certain that he's winning this bet. Already fantasizing about watching you cuss him out and struggle with getting his nephew to sit and do his business in the red potty he has. The thought has him beaming at the woman he's dancing with. She's hot, has the body of a model, a pretty smile and knows how to charm someone's socks off.
And yet, he finds his gaze straying to where you are even as the woman turns around and grinds on him, his hands hovering over her hips but not touching.
As if you knew he was watching, you caught his gaze over the sea of patrons filling the busy bar at this hour and smirked. He's about to return it when you cup the chin of the man you're talking to and kiss him.
Suddenly Sukuna can't feel anything as he stares dumbly at the scene before him. Then his lip curls, nose wrinkling in disgust at how bad of a kisser the guy is. Way too much tongue. Doesn't know where to put his hands. Barely moves his lips against yours.
What a loser, Sukuna thinks. He's probably a virgin too.
By the time the clock strikes twelve, Sukuna knows you won. That whole kiss thing threw him off his game so he only managed to get like sixty numbers while you had nearly eighty of them.
“Kissing wasn't a part of the bet, though,” he points out.
You lift a shoulder, basking in your victory as you steal a sip of his drink. “There weren't any rules against it.”
His jaw ticks.
“Whatever, it looked like it sucked anyway. Poor guy was probably a virgin.”
Again, you're unfazed while he's simmering inside while keeping up his usual cocky facade.
“Even better. I do enjoy teaching virgins how to please me.”
His shit-eating grin falls at that and reappears on your face as you wink at him. How was that enjoyable? Even an experienced man like Sukuna would be able to learn from you. Quicker in fact.
“Get ready, Ryomen. You're on potty duty for the next month,” you sing before joining Shoko for a dance.
A switch flipped in Sukuna after that night.
All of a sudden he was knocking on your door at seven in the morning, asking if you wanted to go out for breakfast. Bringing you coffee when he knew you were swamped with work. Fixing your bathroom sink efficiently when it was leaking, no smart comments about it being the perfect setup for a porno. He'd offer advice and encouragement when you had a stressful presentation or meeting coming up then be the first to ask how it went and take you out to celebrate after.
It was a lot to take in but it didn't feel bad. Sure, it was strange at first but it's not like he became a sweetheart overnight, he was still a cocky bastard with a gruff exterior. Though you think you were getting too comfortable with his new behaviour, almost expecting him to be there now rather than just happy if he was and fine if he wasn't.
Then, when you were out, you noticed that he didn't flirt with anyone like he used to. Mind you, charisma came like second nature to him. But now there were no lazy smirks, his eyes didn't wander to the beautiful women that passed by, no winks at the waitresses to fluster them.
He was acting like…a taken man.
As if you were his girlfriend without the pressure or expectations of being one. He stopped going out so often on weekends, spending time at your place when Yuji wasn't around, knees touching as you sat on the couch and talked about nothing and everything, content in the comfortable silences. He didn't make a move either so you struck off this potentially being a ploy to get into your pants.
You were glad it wasn't as you valued his friendship and didn't want him to fuck it up by treating you like another conquest. You didn't even want to think what chaos would unfold with regards to Yuji if it did.
Sukuna started to feel steady, like actually worthy of consideration as an eligible boyfriend. You shook off that thought the second it popped into your mind. There's no way he'd want to be in an established relationship.
Right?
You kept your thoughts to yourself for as long as you could. Not wanting to come off as egotistical if you asked him if he was doing all this in an attempt to court you. The idea had warmth blossoming in your chest like it would whenever you'd witness his quiet moments with Yuji or when he would give you that soft smile while you two were lounging around and doing your own thing in the same room.
However, alcohol was not good for someone who wanted to conceal their thoughts and you happened to have plenty of it at Yuki's birthday party one night at an exclusive nightclub.
Dancing and drinking to your heart's content, you'd bumped and grinded with Shoko. Even Utahime joined which shocked Sukuna. Then you were throwing it back against the birthday girl herself who caught it and moved with you like she'd done it all her life.
He wouldn't be surprised if onlookers assumed that the four women moving together, all charged on the dance floor, were in some kind of polyamorous situation. Sukuna was convinced you'd kiss at any moment.
Suguru has escorted Shoko and Utahime home. Choso had to carry a giggly Yuki, who was blowing kisses at you, out of the club as she refused to stop dancing.
Leaving Sukuna to deal with your drunken antics.
And you're an aggressively flirty, overly affectionate kind of drunk tonight as he ushers you out of the club and to the parking lot.
You've got a crooked grin on your face as you sway, turning this way and that to look at the neon lights that smear across the wet gravel, spinning so fast that your legs give out.
He catches you with an arm around your waist before you fall.
“Oops,” you giggle once then a flurry of them ring out of you and into the night because everything is so funny.
“Geez, woman. You need some water and painkillers,” Sukuna hisses as he ushers you to his car.
You chuckle into his shoulder, admiring his side profile as he buckles your seatbelt. When he gets into the car and pulls out of the parking lot, you roll your head to look over at him.
“You're so grumpy,” you inform him in all seriousness. “But like in a hot way.”
There's a ghost of a smile on his face as his brows raise.
“Is that so?” he asks, knowing you're going to regret saying this when he teases you about it tomorrow.
“Mhm, when I first met you, I thought, ‘Ah, at least this neighborhood's got eye candy,’” you confess easily, liquor loosening your sharp tongue.
Coughing to hide his chuckle, Sukuna nods as he keeps his eyes on the road. “I see,” he says a little too smugly.
“Yeah, but then you came with noise pollution and that kind of ruined it,” you add as his smile faces into a grimace as he recalls how loud he used to be with his dates.
“Right.”
“But you're cool now, I suppose,” you console cheerfully.
He chuckles, catching the way your eyes are closing then reaching over and patting your head. That would have earned him a swat if you were sober.
“Get some rest,” you hear him say and don't need to be told twice.
Your good nap is rudely interrupted when he shakes you awake in the parking lot of your apartment complex.
“Nooo,” you whine, pulling away from his hands.
Huffing, he pats your shoulder. “Come on, we've got to go upstairs. You can't sleep here.”
You shake your head and he heaves a heavy sigh.
“Carry me up then, you big strong man.”
Sukuna does just that and you blink your eyes open once he's unlocking the door to his apartment and stepping in before setting you down.
He kneels to help you out of your shoes and something stirs in your belly. Maybe the alcohol. Maybe butterflies.
You're quieter this time as you run your fingers through his hair, still giggly but softer.
“Ryo, you're so good to me,” you murmur as he unbuckles your other heel.
The nickname is new coming from you and he feels his heart tug at it, so affectionate as it melts in your mouth and drips off your tongue like honey.
“You'd say that to anyone dealing with your drunk ass,” he retorts, no bite behind his words. Though he does hope you wouldn't tell anyone else that.
When he stands up once more, you clutch the lapels of his leather jacket and yank him to you with surprising force. He catches himself with a hand to the wall, eyes wide.
“I could be good to you too,” you purr, a lascivious smile on your glossy lips.
And fuck, would he take you up on that offer if you were in your right senses. He can only dream. For now, he places his hands over yours and pats them.
“You can't even walk in a straight line. Ask me again when you're sober, yeah?” he suggests, suppressing a smile at the pout that pulls at your face from the rejection.
He's surprised when you push away and stagger off, nearly tripping on his living room rug. Following you, he finds you in his bedroom, about to strip.
Snatching one of his shirts from his closet, he puts it on for you right as you shimmy out of your sparkly dress and kick it off. A confused noise leaves you at the sight of you still being covered.
That doesn't deter you though as you press yourself against him on your tippy toes. Pretty lashes bat up at him as you tilt your head and give him a deceptively innocent smile that's more coy than anything.
Poking his chest with a manicured finger, you hum. “You look so sexy when you're all stern and serious.”
He snorts, eyes unwavering. “Doubt you're looking at anything with your eyes almost shut but okay.”
A sultry laugh emits from you, breathless and low as your glassy gaze roams over his face in obvious appreciation.
Biting your lip, you tilt your head back and grin up at him like a succubus.
“Why don't you do a twirl for mama?”
Stilling at that, his brows furrow. “A twirl for ma—You know what, I'm not even gonna ask. You need to sleep, woman.”
A sound of disagreement thrums in your throat as your index finger trails the side of his face, following the inky path of his tattoos, goosebumps rising on his skin.
“I know exactly what I need.”
Sukuna's having none of it as he picks you up and carries you to bed. You squirm and struggle for a bit before relenting, exhaustion setting in finally. He quickly goes to his bathroom, coming back with painkillers and a glass of water, making you take them.
Then he sifts out makeup wipes from your purse, gently and carefully removing the glittery stuff from your face. He's amazed and annoyed by how many layers there are.
“Why is there so much? Fuck, you don't even need this shit,” he murmurs in irritation as he takes out the mascara from your eyelashes.
It must've felt good because you were down for the count by the time he was done, soft snores coming from you.
Tired himself, Sukuna takes off his leather jacket and toes off his shoes, unbuckling his belt. He can't be bothered with a shower right now after handling you for the past half an hour so when he goes to lock up, he just crashes on the couch in the living room.
All the lights are off as he drifts off. He's on the cusp of slumber, steadily approaching it when he hears shuffling and soft footfalls padding out of the hallway and into the living room.
Cracking an eye open reluctantly, he groans at your silhouette as you approach him with a bright smile. “Not again, brat.”
Unfazed by his less than enthusiastic reaction, you climb onto the couch that's thankfully big enough for the two of you. If you both sleep on your sides, that is.
“Let's have a sleepover!” You exclaim excitedly.
Your neighbor's face is smushed to the cushion beneath his head as he groans in response. Nevertheless, he lifts a lethargic arm, inviting you and you giggle as you accept, snuggling up to his chest and nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck, throwing a leg over his hip.
It's not long before your breathing evens out. Relieved, Sukuna keeps his arm band around your waist so you don't fall off the couch during your slumber and lets himself pass out too.
A dry throat and fatigue greets you in the morning as you blink your eyes open to sunlight streaking into the living room. You're glad that you don't have a pounding headache but you've got to admit, you've never felt this heavy before.
The reason for that additional weight is made clear when you try to move but aren't able to. Then you register faint snores and breathing coming from behind you and freeze.
Glancing around, you note that you're in Sukuna's apartment.
Which means…
Slowly, you look down to see an all too familiar arm around your waist and the owner of that arm's t-shirt swallowing you. The man is currently spooning you, hand splayed over your stomach.
Your muscles scream. There's an ache in your legs, a dull one between them too and you instantly think of the worst-case scenario.
Did you sleep with him while inebriated?
Oh, no, no, no!
Wriggling as you try to escape his hold. A gravely grumble sounds from behind you as he stirs.
“It's too early for this shit.” He lets go of you and you instantly sit up right, facing him.
“Why am I in your shirt?” you immediately question.
Opening one eye, he squints at you.
“Because you took off your clothes,” he answers like it's obvious.
Your eyes grow wide. “Did we—?”
He hums. “Yeah, you couldn't keep your hands to yourself. Did it twice and you proposed after.”
A strangled noise leaves you, face on fire.
Sukuna blinks awake slowly, relishing watching the horror pale your face and panic bloom in your puffy eyes.
He observes your internal struggle, no doubt troubled that your friendship is ruined and wracking your brain for how you let this happen. Then he cracks with a grin, leaning in to laugh into your shoulder before you can have a full meltdown.
“I'm joking, woman. You passed out in my bed then insisted on having a slumber party on my couch. That's all,” he clears your worries.
“Then why am I sore?!”
He shrugs. “That's on you. You were shaking your ass and dropping it low on Yuki and the others last night as if it was your birthday.”
Scowling even as relief blossoms in your chest, you grab a nearby couch cushion and start whacking him with it as he barks out a laugh, hands shielding his face.
Eventually, he snatches it from you and gives you that stupid, self-assured smirk.
“Trust me, if we ever did anything,” he starts, expression softening into something deeper. “You'd never have to guess if it happened or not.”
His almost rose gold irises in the sunlight have you ripping the cushion out of his hands and smacking him again, shoving down the funny things it's doing to your insides.
You're pulling away and Sukuna can feel it. It irks him but he doesn't confront you about it. Maybe you're just embarrassed about the night you got drunk. It's not like he told you about all your transgressions in which you called him hot and sexy and tried to make moves on him.
Perhaps you recalled those moments yourself and got embarrassed.
He'd tell you that you had no reason to be. He didn't mind taking care of you in that state at all. In fact, it made him proud that he could. While he doesn't admit it, he likes being a caregiver, a realisation that became more apparent when he had Yuji under his guardianship. It always gave him this warm and fuzzy feeling in his chest when he got to be there for people he cared about.
And if you just gave him the time of day, he'd tell you all of that. But now? You're only around when Yuji is there. To top it off, you're going on dates more often now. Like a creep, he presses his ear to the connecting wall to hear if you bring any of them over but you never do.
To counteract the fear of missing out he's developed after weeks of hearing you go on dates with other men, he decides to try dating as well. No point in dwelling in his apartment and sulking about it when he has no right to anyway.
Yet, as he sits in the dimly lit restaurant across from the woman who's exactly his type as she laughs at his jokes and compliments him freely, he can't help but think about another one who'd roll her eyes, insult him by telling him he looks like a thug posing as a gentleman in this suit and call him a carnivore for how he always orders steaks. Meanwhile this woman just agrees with everything he says even if he says something particularly controversial or condescending that you would have flung the salt and pepper jars at him for.
To make matters worse, you were more than happy to watch Yuji at his apartment alone tonight. Kaori and Jin had also gone out for their weekly date night. Choso and Yuki were away on a trip so they couldn't babysit either.
His date excuses herself to the restroom to freshen up after he pays the bill and he's left alone to confront what he already knew.
Sukuna has never been great at dealing with his feelings in a healthy way, alcohol and drugs being his vices since high school. Women were added to that list after he lost his mother. He had skipped her burial, unable to bear witnessing her being lowered into her grave and accepting that her departure was final.
Instead, he'd gone on a trip with some acquaintances where he drowned his sorrows in drinking, substances and sex. Lots and lots of sex. It felt good for years but the crash after all the ecstasy was never fun so he'd do it more frequently to prevent having to face reality.
As he grew older, the alcohol and drugs lost their grip on him. He never was the type to get addicted to things for long anyway. But the hookups became a habit. Up until you moved in and called out his “frat boy” behaviour and he acknowledged that the sex didn't even feel good anymore. The orgasms had no kick to them and he'd come out more numb than he went in.
Then Yuji and you came along and he felt like his heart started working again. No longer dormant and cold in his chest like it was when he was fucking strangers or fighting at bars to feel something. His nephew would have been absolutely adored by his mother. Sukuna thinks she'd have prevented Jin and himself from going down their self-destructive paths if she was still here. So he decided to be a good uncle like she'd want him to be, like he wanted to be and it healed something in him that he neglected for so fucking long.
There's a tug at the corner of his mouth as he reminisces on everything that's changed in his life since his mouthy neighbor and baby nephew came into it.
Speaking of the devil, his phone buzzes and he's quick to sift it out of his pocket, smile growing as he sees that it's texts from you.
Happy Feet: Shit, I forgot to ask if you're bringing her home!
Happy Feet: I can take Yuji to my place, we all know how loud you get.
Sukuna: Don't stress, I'm not turning this into a hookup.
Happy Feet: Wow, really?
Happy Feet: Who are you and what have you done with Sukuna?
Sukuna: Shush, brat. I'm just not up for that kind of thing anymore.
Happy Feet: Really?
Sukuna: Really.
Happy Feet: Is the date going that bad?
Sukuna: Not the greatest but that's not the main reason.
Sukuna: I'll tell you when I get back.
Putting his phone away, he prepares himself to turn his date down gently as she returns from the restroom and they leave the restaurant.
It took you a solid hour to put Yuji to bed with the long nap he took in the afternoon that you knew would come back to bite you in the ass later. You couldn't resist taking one with him, knowing you'd wake up the moment he stirred anyway.
There's finally peace and quiet in the apartment as you move around in the kitchen, humming to yourself in content while making yourself a cup of tea.
You're pouring boiling water into your cup when the front door opens and closes with a click followed by shuffling of Sukuna taking off his shoes and suit jacket.
He'd been planning on going straight to his bedroom to shower and sleep but seeing the kitchen light on carried him there instead. That's where he finds you in that white oversized sleep tee you wear with “Kiss Your Homies, Goodnight,” in blue font on the back, foregoing pants.
It makes him want to snort because you definitely never give him a goodnight kiss. Maybe he's not one of your “homies” then.
Glancing over your shoulder when he takes a seat on a stool at the kitchen island, your hair falls softly over your forehead. His hand itches to come over and tuck it behind your ear. Instead he props an elbow on the marble countertop and tucks his chin into his palm.
“Remember that night Yuji got sick?” he asks after a few beats of listening to your teaspoon clink against the sides of the ceramic cup.
Nodding, you hum. “How could I forget?”
That makes him smile lightly. It was a stressful night for you both.
Trips to the beach, zoo and even museums were common with his nephew. He loved playing in the tidal pools, pointing out the tigers and saying they were Sukuna, and gawking at the fossilized dinosaurs in the natural history exhibits. Firework festivals were rare but you guys took him to that too.
It was all good until one late afternoon while you were getting ready to leave for a festival, something felt off. Yuji is all smiles and babbles as usual but as the hours go on, he grows quiet and lethargic. Sukuna and you assume he's just sleepy because he missed his midday nap. But as you're about to leave, you find him lying on the floor which was weird because he didn't like the coldness of it at night.
Picking him up, you gasped at how hot he was. Nothing seemed to cool him down and next thing you know, you were rushing him to the hospital. Sukuna who was usually calm and cool in the face of chaos had yelled at the doctors and nurses when he wasn't allowed in the room while Yuji screamed and cried, afraid of the needle they were trying to poke him with to administer an injection.
He'd paced in the waiting room and you'd tried to calm him down, saying that his distress was valid but would scare the baby more. It's then you learned how much he hated hospitals. Hated the sterile scent. Hated that only a few people could visit a patient at a time. Hated seeing others rejoice over their loved ones recovery when his one was still in a critical state. It brought back horrible memories of when his mom was sickly and he didn't know which visit would be his last, hated the doctors that stopped him from seeing her right as she took her last breath.
After telling him you'll handle talking to the doctor and nurses, you suggest he go down to the gift store and get Yuji some toys and balloons to cheer him up. Sukuna always did like getting his nephew gifts so he agrees. While he's in the store, he sees an old video game that Jin and him used to play. Deciding to channel his anger into something productive, he calls his brother up and cusses him out. While Yuji's fever isn't life-threatening, his parents should still be here.
“I was a mess and you were so level-headed,” he muses as he looks up at the ceiling lights.
Shrugging, you bring your cup over to the island and let it cool a bit, steam curling out of it. “Someone had to be. Couldn't let you beat up the doctors.”
He grumbles at that. “They should've let me go in with him.”
“Yeah but I think you would've been more distressed than the baby,” you joke.
“Whatever,” he mutters, eyeing your cup then meeting your gaze, his pretty irises seeming almost pink in this lighting. “Thank you for that night by the way,” he says for the umpteenth time.
“Don't mention it, really,” you insist.
He stands, rounding the counter in a few strides, and then he's towering before you. “I mean it. You handled everything so well. Took care of Yuji and kept me in my senses.”
From this close, you have to lean back against the island and crane your neck to look up at him. “I'd do it again in a heartbeat. Though I don't want that to happen again.”
Sukuna's got that look in his eye again. That deep, contemplative one that softens the sharp lines of his face into something youthful, almost boyish. You wonder if this is what he looked like when he just turned twenty.
There goes that fuzziness in your stomach again. Not exactly butterflies as they don't set you on edge and make you nervous. Rather, you're calm, pulse slowing to something syrupy as the corners of your vision grow hazy like you're preparing to sleep. It still makes you nervous from how cozy you feel.
Clearing your throat, you pull at the front of your shirt, hoping the bagginess hides your pebbled nipples. “So your date, how was it?”
That steals the tender expression right off Sukuna's face as his nose wrinkles, features twisting into a cringe. “Don't ask. She was saying everything I wanted to hear and agreeing even when I was talking straight bullshit.”
You snort. “Isn't that what you like though?”
“For a hookup, maybe. But I'm looking for a girlfriend now,” he answers smoothly.
Arching a brow, you huff in amazement. “Yeah?”
“Yeah, but it's not going well,” he says with a sigh.
Skeptical, you lift a shoulder. “It'll be hard at the start but I'm sure you'll find someone decent soon. You're just not used to long term stuff.”
Inclining his head, he thinks about it. “Maybe but that's not why it's been so hard.”
You roll your eyes at that. Of course finding a partner wouldn't be hard for his ass with how women flock to him like moths to a flame. Or flies to shit like you used to say.
“And pray tell, why is that?” you ask, voice dripping with sarcasm as you twist and reach for your cup.
“You make it hard,” he bluntly states.
Rearing back, you forget your cup as your eyes widen. “Me? Are you calling me a cockblock or something? I've never—”
“How can I date anyone else when you're right here? When you're everything I want? When I look for you in all of them?” The questions spill out of his mouth and he doesn't try to stop them, having kept them tucked away within him for too long.
Feeling bombarded, you blink rapidly then let out a weak laugh.
“You're drunk, Sukuna,” you try to excuse the confession when you get a whiff of bourbon on his minty breath.
He snorts. “Hardly. Just slightly buzzed.”
“Better get to bed then before you say or do something you'll regret,” you advise, heartbeat picking up as you notice how his body is crowding yours.
It doesn't overwhelm you or make you want to flee and that's exactly why it's so dangerous. Makes you feel tingles in your tummy and between your thighs.
Lowering his head so he's at eye level with you, he speaks in a husky voice.
“The only thing I'll regret is waiting any longer to tell you how I feel. Who knows when one of those idiots you date will finally stick?”
His rhetorical question takes you by surprise. Not once have you assumed that he was bothered by you dating. Why would you? Besides, he was always so eager to listen to how they went.
“I think we should talk about this tomorrow,” you mutter.
Realising that he's all up in your space, he takes a step back and you almost ask him to come closer again. Running a hand through his hair, he sighs.
“Why not now? Do you not feel the same?” he asks, looking exasperated and honestly a little lost. “It's okay if you don't. Just come out and say it. I won't hold it against you. We can go back to being friends or whatever.”
Shaking your head, you twist your hands in front of you. “That's not what I'm saying. I just think it'll be better if we approach this with clear minds.”
“My mind is never clear when I'm around you, woman,” he hisses.
Your eyes narrow in defense. “That's your problem, not mine.”
With a groan, he rubs a hand down his face, eyes squeezed shut. He opens his eyes once more into slits as his brows crease.
“You're so good to him,” he refers to Yuji by pointing down the halls to where the toddler's nursery is. “Why can't you be good to me?”
Biting back a scoff, you deadpan. “You're not a child, Sukuna.”
Crossing his arms over his chest, he grouches. “I like you way more than he does.”
You don't know how to respond to that, stomach and heart swapping places.
Mirroring his stance, you raise your chin, nose cocked in the air. “One bad date and you're settling for me, is that it?”
He grunts. “More like the only reason I went on that date is because you're seeing people too and I don't want to look like a jealous idiot.”
“That's a whole load of bull and you know it.”
Throwing his hands up in frustration, he looks at you, incredulous.
“Can you not see that I've wanted you for months now. Not just for sex, don't give me that smart look. Fuck no. I want to be your boyfriend,” he admits like he's trying to get it through your stubborn head.
Cocking a brow, you tip your head and stare at him down the line of your nose. “Even without sex?”
He pauses at the question then nods without much hesitation.
“Well, yeah. If that's the cost.”
“You're serious?” You were only testing him to see if he was after something physical but he took your words earnestly.
“Deadly,” he confirms.
Sukuna thinks about it then, “Do I get to kiss you though?”
“Yeah.”
Relief relaxes his face as he smiles. “That's good enough for me.”
“Shit, you're serious.”
“Didn't I already say that?”
“How was I supposed to know you weren't only agreeing to get what you want?” You argue.
Closing the distance once more, he ducks his head, voice low and rough. “It's as serious as me being unable to get it up at the thought or sight of other women, yes.”
Oh.
“Are you sure that's not just early signs of erectile dysfunction?”
Sukuna chuckles darkly, the sound trickling down your spine as he dips his head, lips brushing the shell of your ear.
“I can assure you that I function quite fine around a certain mouthy woman.”
You're at a loss for words at that as his statement is punctuated by something thick and long pressing against your belly from where it's tucked into the waistband of his slacks.
He leans back carefully like he's afraid you might make a run for it. Eyes searching yours for any reluctance, he blows out a breath when he finds none. You bite the inside of your cheek, nibbling at it in anticipation.
Dipping his head once more, his breath brushes the side of your neck.
“Tell me this is a bad idea,” he murmurs.
It's hard to think straight with his mouth so close to your thrumming pulse. Your mind flits through responses ranging from agreeing this is bad and stopping to keeping quiet and letting it happen.
Almost imperceptibly, you shake your head. “It's not.”
That's all Sukuna needs to hear as he cups the back of your neck, pulling it back so your throat is bared to him. Slow, damp kisses are peppered against your sensitive skin as you hold your breath, a gasp sucked into your lungs when he parts his hot, wet lips over your pulse and sucks the heartbeats there.
His pecks trail up the expanse of your neck, across your jaw, brushing your cheek before his lips pause at the corner of your mouth. Once again, he gives you a chance to back out.
You respond by turning your head and pressing your lips to his.
Hand sliding up your neck, his thumb rests just beneath your ear as your fingers come up to clutch at the fabric of his dress shirt lightly. You're hesitant at first but when his lips part over yours in a gentle, tentative pull, your hold grows firmer, pulling him closer as you melt.
The second kiss isn't as careful.
It's the kind that has been building for months if not over a year. Deeper. Slower. Bodies pressing together, soaking in each other's warmth and the feel of his firm body against your softer one that's so malleable flushed to his. A rumbling groan vibrates in his throat as his tongue licks into your mouth, tasting you.
Breaking apart for a breath, Sukuna rests his forehead against yours, lips brushing against the corner of your mouth before coming down on yours once more. It's unhurried yet there's an underlying urgency now.
His hands slide down to your hips as your fingers slip into his hair.
The breeze from the cracked open kitchen window doesn't touch either of you as you're engulfed in each other's heat. The city lights blink in the distance like they're watching you.
Somewhere between the dizzying kisses and dreamy sighs, you found yourselves on the couch.
Sukuna's hands rub up and down your back, head tilting this way and that to deep the kiss as his lips pull and push against yours, sweet, sloppy and slow. Your stomach constantly somersaults, a heady drip of syrup drizzling in your lower belly and pooling between your legs in an ache.
To relieve yourself of it, you rock over his lap, seeking friction. His mouth comes off yours with a low, drawn-out groan as your clothed cunt presses down on the fat bulge tenting his trousers. Dotting a kiss to his brow, you glance down between the two of you, canting your hips experimentally.
Hands braced on his chest, you roll your body clumsily at first, chasing some form of stimulation before moving with more intention, breath stuttering against his cheek when your clit catches against the zipper of his pants.
“Lift your hips for a sec,” he tells you, spoiling your fun.
But you oblige and he undoes his slacks, pushing them down and kicking them off. Big hands settle at your waist, pulling you to sit on his lap again, the restraints of his pants gone now so only his thin boxers and your flimsy panties are in the way.
Shuddering at the closer contact, you feel his cock twitch right as your clit pulses, squashing your breasts to his solid pecs as you grind against him with renewed fervor. His hold on your sides helps you set a faster pace, guiding you back and forth on his cock.
You're salivating, mouth agape as you feel every thick inch of it, all veins and ridges accounted for. Sukuna's tongue slips out and licks up the drool dribbling down your chin with a hum that would have you blushing if you weren't preoccupied.
“Feels good, hmm? Imagine how much better it'll feel inside you,” he murmurs in a growly grunt that has you whining. “That's it, baby. Make yourself feel good.”
His hips buck up to meet your grinds, moans falling from both of you as your clit bumps against his tip. You part your legs wider and rub down again and again, breaths growing choppy and voiceless with every roll of your bundle of nerves over his cock head.
A nimble finger hooks into the waistband of your panties and tugs them down, a cuss following as Sukuna peers into them and sees how the fabric clings to your folds with your slick that he can feel through his boxers, dampening them more and more with each hump.
“Shit, you're soaked. You sure you don't want me?” he taunts but there's a hint of awe in his voice.
“Shut up, some of that is you,” you mutter, slapping a palm over his mouth. He promptly licks it and your pussy pounds as if he'd lapped at your slit instead but he doesn't push your hand away.
Releasing your waistband, you feel him grin, eyes crinkling as you jump from how the elastic stings when it snaps against your skin. You throw your head back with an airy moan as his clothed cock nestles between your puffy folds as his hips thrust up against yours.
Grabbing handfuls off your ass, he uses it as leverage to ground you down on his harder and you can barely keep up. Hands gripping at his chest, you tug so hard that his buttons pop off, smacking you in the face as you shut an eye to avoid having it poked out.
“Shit, you're this eager, huh?” he asks now that his mouth isn't covered.
“Fuck off,” you retort, pulling a breathy chuckle from him.
It's cut off by a low swear as something pokes him in the ass. Pausing, he reaches under him and pulls out a fucking Lego.
“That damn kid,” he grumbles as he tosses it aside while you giggle. It's not long before something else stabs him in the back this time, and he pulls out a green and red stegosaurus. He flings it across the living room.
He tries to scowl at you but fails, both of you laughing quietly. Your giggles dissolve into moans as you pick up where you left off, a steady pool of heat welling heavily in your belly.
“Shush,” Sukuna hushes you when your noises get too needy and desperate, earning a half-lidded glare from you. “Gotta keep it down unless you want the brat to wake up and scream his head off.”
Crap, you completely forgot that the toddler was sleeping just down the hall. Some babysitter you were. If Yuji woke up all alone, he'd throw a fit and neither Sukuna or you could afford that right now. Sukuna's convinced he'll pop a blood vessel if he's interrupted now that he has you.
“We'll just have to settle for this now, yeah? Until I can get you alone,” he tells you and you nod. With him all warm and hard beneath you, you didn't need much more to get off.
Sukuna seems to share the sentiment as his groans and grunts grow breathier. Greedy, rough hands slipping under the hem of your t-shirt to grope at your supple flesh and bouncing breasts, pinching at your nipples.
Your back arches, pushing into his touch as your hips rut harder, pace growing sporadic and frantic, thoughts narrowing until all you can think of is your impending release. With each delicious glide of your hips, the friction builds and builds, every nudge of his tip against your clit carrying you closer and closer.
“Fuck, Ryo, I'm close,” you pant, sounding nearly panicked. And you are because you've been clenching your thighs around him so tight and stiff that they ache and you're afraid you'll lose momentum before you finish.
“Oh so it's Ryo when you want something,” he teases.
Understanding, he grips you by the waist and rolls you both over. Your back hits the couch as he settles between your legs, spreading them to accommodate his big body.
“I've got you, baby,” he promises.
Hitching one of your legs up and over his hip, he plants a hand beside your head as he takes the lead, rocking his hips between your thighs, watching his clothed cock pump between your panty-clad pussy lips. He hums in satisfaction, cock kicking as your eyelashes flutter, eyes rolling back as he maintains that pace.
“Like this?” he whispers.
You nod with a sigh. “Like that.”
With a hand gripping the back of your knees, he hump between your thighs at a mind-numbing rhythm as arousal sparks and ignites with you, stinging electricity rolling from your stomach straight to the back of your clit as your back bows off the couch with a gasping cry.
“Shh, I know, baby, I know.”
Sukuna swallows down your sounds, groaning himself as his hips stutter and then he's spending his seed in his underwear, kissing you lazily as you pant into each other's mouths.
“Knew this smart mouth would be sweet,” he mutters more to himself than you.
He regards you with that warm expression again that has you feeling more gooey inside as if you're not already a boneless puddle beneath him.
“You're so fucking pretty, you know that?” Brushing your damp hair away from your face, his thumb strokes your cheek, slowly but surely bringing you down from your high as he smiles softly at your glazed over eyes and lax face.
“Shut up,” you whisper drowsily, voice thick with cotton.
Chuckling, he nuzzles your cheek with his nose, pressing a kiss there before pulling back to look at you again like he can't get enough.
“I'm serious. You're beautiful, funny and so intelligent. Haven't been able to get it up for anyone but you in months. Did you poison my food or something?”
Scoffing, you humor him. “Maybe.”
Humming in mock suspicion, his eyes narrow.
“Must've put something in the little brat's milk too. You've got him wrapped around your finger, don't you? I'll admit, I was upset about not being his favorite anymore but then I realised I want to be your favorite too,” he rambles.
“You're competing with a toddler?” It's so ridiculous and so him.
“For you, yeah.”
“How idiotic.”
“You love it,” he claims.
“Not really,” you deny.
Grinning, he whispers, “Yes really.”
His amusement is contagious so you find yourself smiling back and he's leaning down to kiss you again, crushing you underneath his weight.
A sharp, piercing shriek rings out in the apartment, too loud for this hour of the night. You both wince and freeze.
Slowly pulling back, Sukuna shuts his eyes tight and cusses under his breath as he fishes out a fucking squeaky toy from beneath the cushion your head is on.
On cue, his nephew's cries fill the apartment and he groans, rolling off you to go settle him. You stop him with a hand on his arm as you stand up as well.
“I'll get him. You need to shower and get out of those soiled boxers, freak,” you tell him with a pat to his back as you saunter off.
“You did this to me!” He calls out behind you as you laugh.
note: this is the final part! argh, i'm gonna miss these two. i’ll probably write drabbles on them now and then.
tags: @kaagrwl @uncagedwings @shamelessdancer @sukusdoll @aspinny @thebl00dwyrm
