pairings - hockey player! gojo x figure skater reader
warnings - reader is shy, protective tsundere Uncle Sukuna, satoru likes his snow, he's a damaged pookie, yandere tendencies, he is getting obsessed with us, drug use, drinking, masturbation, sexual tension, eventual smut and angst, size kink. This will be a series commission for my girl @strychnynegirl coming in a cpl weeks. comment to get tagged <3
Hockey Star! Satoru was the top hockey player there was, despite being a little bit - okay a lot - of a partier. When not on the ice, he tended to have just a bit of snow up his nostrils, yet there was not one day he didn't work his ass off to be there. He wasn't the best purely because of skill, there was so much more involved with it, countless mornings at four am before anyone got there, guiding that puck across the ice over and over until it was perfect.
Hockey Star! Satoru was just made for the rink, he could glide on the ice like it was nothing, he lived and breathed it now that he was on the pro team, with it came an insane amount of pressure, but Satoru's whole life was that. Pressure, doing the best, top of his class, top of his team - he was a Gojo, after all, it was expected for him to be perfect. Maybe the partying was the only thing that made him not the complete 'ideal' hockey prodigy.
Hockey Star! Satoru was the captain of the pro team now, Ryomen Sukuna was their coach, and to say the two of them butted heads constantly was an understatement. Sukuna and him literally got into screaming matches at least once a week, and fist fights every couple weeks, the team loved to place bets on who'd beat whose ass that day. Yet Sukuna knows Satoru is the damn best, and Satoru knows he is too - he's a conceited little shit outwardly, so arrogant with his grin as he says how he's the best that everyone eye rolls. But... he is.
Hockey Star! Satoru knows that shit too, and gets away with anything because of that fact. Sukuna smacks him upside the head daily before he sort of begrudgingly accepts that he is the best he's seen - aside from him of course. There's so much damn arrogance it's hard to be in a room with those two, add Toji and Naoya's ridiculously conceited ass to the team, and more humble players like Nanami Kento and Suguru Geto have to drink to just deal with them all.
Hockey Star! Satoru met a little resistance when he started being the captain, but despite talking shit, everyone knows he's the best - even now he's leaned back on the wall with a wicked hangover rushing through his head, throbbing at the temples and spreading. He winces and pops ibuprofen dry - yeah, he can swallow em dry, he's really elite honestly. He sighs and then sees Suguru land a shot with a loud smack across the ice, there are girls all giggling, Suguru gets a little flustered at the attention. The man could have endless pussy but he's just too romantic, Satoru smiles at him. "Good shot Sugu," he clears his throat, eyeing Satoru with a grin. Lemme see it again."
Hockey Star! Satoru glides across the ice, blades gliding through them and leaving fine little swirls, grabbing a drink and undoing the cap, waving at the girls who've gathered to practice skating on the other side of the rink. Pretty frequently they shared one because it was so big and busy - this town was all about the olympic training. Satoru loves the damn attention though, he'll take selfies with any girl who asks him, playing into their flirtations for fun. If it's anything Satoru loves, it's the attention he gets from everyone - except... the new girl who skates by him quietly, focused so much she doesn't notice him.
Hockey Star! Satoru has not ever seen her, she's focused and quiet, skating elegantly across the ice to start spinning, this pretty pirouette that has him stunned for a moment. Something about how you spin, how your leg is placed and your arms are up, like some pretty little dancer in a music box. He realizes his mouth is open as he stares, when the chill of the air hits his tongue, you do a jump and land it perfectly, arms thrust back like a professional. Frozen in place, he only snaps out of it when everyone in his damn team claps or makes some sort of whistle. He blinks a bit, noticing your cute, shy little smile as you spin again, waving over to them with a tiny little flick of your fingers.
Hockey Star! Satoru has never been so damn dumbfounded - sure you're a pretty little thing, and clearly skilled, but it's almost physically uncomfortable to leave his spot and skate back over. Just for you to do another leap and spin, he can't even focus, blue eyes darting across your form in your cute, sparkly little outfit. He hardly notices how transfixed he was until Suguru nudges him with his shoulder, the plastic of their gear clicking with the smack. "She's pretty, isn't she?" Satoru glares, and Suguru chuckles a bit. "You all right, Toru?" "Am I... yeah, okay? I'm um... great..."
Hockey Star! Satoru watches as you're skating backwards, gliding across the ice with more grace than Satoru's lanky ass form could have - he's bulky, powerful, not whatever the fuck your movements were. "She's hot," Toji earns Satoru's scowl. "What, got some dumb claim already?" Satoru scoffs, heat dancing across his cheeks as he keeps looking at you. "I uh... like... yeah she's fucking hot, okay?" "That's my fucking niece you little brat!?" Whack, the first smack to Satoru's helmet of the day, he winces and glares at the tall, pink haired demon he has to call coach. "Your niece is hot-" "Toji, I'll fuck your face up more."
Hockey Star! Satoru sees you peering over, frowning a bit in concern, as Sukuna loses his shit. "I've never seen her," Satoru mentions quietly, Sukuna sighs now. "Yeah well, she's moved in with me here, her..." He trails off now, and you're skating up - fuck are you prettier up close? His heart hammers in his chest like he's some teenager, not a twenty something who has a girl or three in his bed every weekend. You look at him curiously, hands clasped in front of you a little nervous, as his pulse decides to spike, hands all sweaty - the fuck is this shit!? He's nervous!? "Uncle Kuna, why are you being mean?" Sukuna glares as the team snorts in laughter. "Uncle Kuna?" Toji's joke has Sukuna shoving his ass on the ice. "You're being so harsh with your team..."
Hockey Star! Satoru can't help but smile at how cute you are. "Don't call me that in front of them?! Stop laughing, you fucks I swear to..." your lips pout just a bit, eyes all glittery, Satoru can't wipe the smile off his face as he watches the big, mean ass pink haired man melt. "Don't pull your puppy eyes on me brat I swear..." the team is snickering. "Then be nice, what was happening anyway?" Sukuna rolls his eyes. "They were saying how talented my niece is, right boys?" "Yes!" that's all of them except Satoru, who your eyes meet then.
Hockey Star! Satoru is the prettiest man you've maybe ever laid eyes on, something about the myriad of blue in his eyes makes your tummy clench up, his lazy lidded smile down at you, so damn tall in those skates you have to lean your head back to meet his gaze. "You're amazing," he murmurs softly, you blush furiously, heat hitting your cheeks until even your damn ears blush. "I uh... oh um... thank you," you barely manage to speak, smiling as he skates just a little closer. "You're amazing, I've watched you a lot." "Oh yeah?" you nod, giggling as Sukuna scowls over at you two, skating over and gripping your arm with his big ass hand, ever gentle even though he's a giant. "That's enough, you have practice, don't you? Got that new coach coming today. Say bye." You frown and look at Satoru, who has the audacitiy to grin at you. "Bye - hey!"
Hockey Star! Satoru clearly has made your uncle madder than usual, he damn near carries you in one arm over to the other side of the rink. "Let me down, what are you even doing?" He places you down and scowls over his shoulder at the team of perverts looking at his damn niece. "Protecting you, don't talk to them," you laugh softly then, poking at his chest. "Don't be so rude, they're special to you aren't they?" Sukuna scoffs. "Tch... special to me? I fuckin' guess that's one way to say it." You peek over at Satoru Gojo, earning Uncle Sukuna stepping in front of you, blocking your view. "I just wanted to uh..." Sukuna moves every direction you do, until you cross your arms. "Stay away from him especially, yeah?" You frown at him. "Why, he seems sweet?" Sukuna turns you around and sort of pushes you to skate. "Just trust me, I'm supposed to protect you. "I'm grown - " Sukuna cuts you right off. "Get to skating, brat, now."
Hockey Star! Satoru watches as you begrudgingly glide across the rink, he can't get that dopey grin off his face till Sukuna almost kills him, but even then - how can he not smile at how cute you are, with big ass, mean Sukuna wrapped around your finger? How can he not come in early to watch you practice, just acting like he needs more himself, and relish every time you come by him, your shy but reserved conversation? He can't help but picture you every night after you give him a little wave goodbye, fuck he strokes it to you like it's his own form of worship.
Hockey Star! Satoru can't get you out of his damn head, but every time he gets close, Sukuna is there - leaving no space for him to even find out more than your name, he thinks he's heard your laugh, a soft little cute one - once. Your nose scrunched up, all fucking adorable, he's not sure when noses scrunching up started making him leak pre - but oh, it did. Sitting at a party with the familiar burn of white up his nostrils, leaning back and hardly noticing the girls kissing on his neck, wondering what you were doing. What you liked. Who you were, the sort of behavior he'd tease Suguru about, made even worse when instead of enjoying them bobbing their heads up and down his cock, he just apologizes for not staying hard and does more coke.
Hockey Star! Satoru has Toji fucking with him over that fact, as the scandalous rumors of a slut like Satoru not finishing was the talk of the group. Such talk it's a whole challenge of who could maybe get Satoru in bed, but he's too lost in his thoughts of you, how pretty your eyes would look when you're on your knees. Would your tummy bulge when his cock slid inside you? Would you drip, cream, or squirt out of your surely cute lil cunt? He would find every way to make you shatter underneath him, if he ever got you there, see if there's a freak buried deep down underneath your innocent little self.
Hockey Star! Satoru gets to the point he's rushing to the locker room to jerk his thick, veiny cock after seeing you just bend over a certain way, all alone in the mornings like you both were. You'd said something and waved all cute, he feels like a depraved, sick fuck, spitting right on his cock he had half jutted out from his tight pants, tugging his damn gloves off with his teeth to circle his girth. Stroking up and down, head falling back against the door, stifling a moan so he can bust and clear his head, like you're just a haze making his mind swim. White ropes he wishes were shot down your throat, dripping in streams as he sighs in relief, before hearing the crew about to come and panicking.
Hockey Star! Satoru doesn't realize you're curious too - you keep sneaking looks at him, making sure to do every move extra perfect when he's there. You're not sure he watches, but oh do you watch him - so much so your uncle lives to stop you, if he catches it he has no problem skating over. He gets you a new coach and she's extremely hard on you, pushing you so much you're exhausted, as if Sukuna wants you to be so busy you have no time to think of Satoru. Feet aching, eyes lidded, wincing one morning where Satoru sees you, his eyes all bloodshot from the night before. You've heard he parties, heard rumors about your teammates sleeping with him, but you don't judge that, how are you to know what's true?
Hockey Star! Satoru catches you limping off the ice one morning, immediately rushing to check on you, an arm wrapped around your waist, lifting you up and earning your sigh of relief. "Oh I'm fine, Gojo..." he frowns a bit, carrying you over to one of the benches, as people start flitting out. You're practicing late again, you always do he notices, taking your sock off and shoving your little legwarmers up to inspect. "You could have twisted it..." he trails off, you're blushing at the proximity, at being touched even if it's a hand on your ankle, a thumb brushing against it, making you jerk with the slight pain. Satoru's eyes meet yours, he's suddenly too close, it's too intimate. You don't even know how to answer when he says your name. "Sweetheart, can you move it?" you're a mess, unable to think of an answer to an easy question. "I um... you um..."
Hockey Star! Satoru moves your foot carefully up, his other hand slipping up your calf, fingers slipping down across your bare skin, and suddenly you can inhale his scent at his proximity, your throat dry as he looks at you. "You look tired Gojo," you blurt out, cursing and shutting your eyes. "Yeah, I guess I am," he murmurs softly, you open your eyes again. "Hungover more than anything." You swallow now, nodding quickly. "You ever drink? Never see you at the parties." "No, uncle Sukuna would beat my ass," he snorts, before laughing, his pretty grin making you falter, just how beautiful he looks in that moment. "He tries that with me, you should come to one. I'll make sure to take care of you, won't let anything happen." You bite on your lower lip, drawing his eyes to them. "I could maybe..."
Hockey Star! Satoru and you both dart apart when you hear it - "Get your hands off my niece!" Sukuna stomps in, and you gasp, eyes flitting up, before he sees your ankle and curses. "Shit, kid... are you okay?" you look to Satoru and smile just a bit, not moving from where you sit. "Gojo was checking on me, my ankle hurts," Sukuna frowns in concern, walking over but not before Satoru leans over and murmurs in your ear - "Call me Satoru," earning your flushed cheeks, his cute little smile even as he's chased off, and Sukuna checks you with concern. But your eyes lock, and you murmur to yourself in your head...
the both of you are around the same age… okay, almost. he’s five years older, but still, you’re in the same bracket.
with that being said, he didn’t mean to start fucking you, but when you look how you look, all soft and sexy helping his brother, he couldn’t stop that pull towards you.
it didn’t take long; by the third week, he had you ass up, face down on his bed, balls deep inside of you, the tip of his dick kissing every sweet spot.
once he had his fix of you, he couldn’t get enough.
whenever you come over, you’re barely working now because he always wants to fuck.
a bit sleazy, yeah, but he’s kind of cool and pays more than anyone else.
“just tell him bedtime is at 7 now and stay the night; i’ll pay you over.”
all night long he has you in different positions.
one leg is hooked over his shoulder, and the other is being spread out by him while he rams deep inside you.
the truth be told, this was a fantasy he never knew would come to fruition: a hot babysitter in his house looking the way that you do. he just had to fuck you.
he even hired you full-time, finding ways to come home early and fuck you.
“get the fuck to bed, crybaby.”
pushing yuji's head, ushering for him to get to his bedroom.
he felt bad to an extent, hiring you to watch his little brother but instead cutting through time to get in your pants, but how many opportunities was he going to have?
when he walks in the door, he expects yuji to already be in bed knocked out; he doesn’t have time to waste, not with you.
even if he has to settle with eating you out for the night, then he definitely will; he just has to have you.
bending you over a table, eating you out until your thighs tremble and his tongue gets stiff, or finishing inside of you and leaving it there.
he doesn’t mind still paying you for all of this; a part of him actually likes the fact he’s giving you money, and it feeds into the fantasy with you.
giving you money and having you hang back so he can bounce you up and down on his dick.
leaving hickies over your body and paying you extra.
texting your phone late at night to test the waters, seeing if he'll be able to have you cooped up at his place under the guise of babysitting.
"hey, can you pull through on the weekend of the 16th? i’ll pay you in person.”
get ready to stay in his house all weekend because he's not letting you go.
Uncle Sukuna hates children and that just makes kids like him more.
They are practically magnetized to the man.
If he was being honest, he's really just afraid of hurting them, that and he has no idea how to handle a crying child. So, he avoids them at all cost.
Sometimes there's just nothing he can do though, especially when a little monster like his nephew is napping on his chest.
Which he does frequently.
Sukuna would be mean. Straight up telling the kid he was annoying. Yuuji would almost never care.
Almost.
“Don’t even think about it you little brat.” Sukuna would protest, seeing Yuuji crawling across the sofa. “Nu uh. No. Get your sticky little hands off of me!”
But eventually he would have to give in, rolling his eyes as Yuuji found his place- drooling over Sukuna’s shoulder.
Sukuna was also the type to say no and never mean it.
“Can we watch my show kuna?”
“No.”
Five minutes later? They’re smooshed together watching Yuuji’s stupid cartoon.
“Uncuna… can you help with my math homework please?”
“No.”
The next second Sukuna is in full tutor mode.
You might think that he’s the type to make a kid cry over their geometry work, but he is typically more patient than expected.
“Kuna can you make me some cinnamon toast?”
“No.”
“Pleaseeeee?????”
“No, Yuuji.” He’s firm.
Yuuji knows he’s getting that toast.
Sukuna has a love hate relationship with the kid. For Yuuji, it’s just love. That’s why, on the rare occasion, Sukuna might be just a little too rough on him.
It would likely be after a long day, maybe he worked late, maybe he had to deal with a rude person, maybe he didn’t sleep well. Whatever the case, the tattooed man would have an already short fuse when he walked in the door.
Unaware of his bad mood, Yuuji would flip around on the sofa, hearing the key turn in the door.
“KUNA!!!”
Yuuji would bound off the couch, racing for his uncle. Sukuna would sigh and roll his eyes as the boys grubby little hands encircled his leg.
“Kuna kuna! I had a presentation at school today! And I did a really good job because everybody clapped at the end like this-“ the boy smacks his hands together over and over, a big smile on his face, “I was so nervous but now that it’s all over, I wish I could do it again! It was so fun! I can’t wait for my next presentation-“
“Oh my gosh Yuuji will you shut up? I really do not care about your school project.” Sukuna would know the second it left his mouth it wouldn’t be true.
Yuujis little arms would fall away from his uncle. A frown would cover his face. “O-oh okay.” He would stumble back, watching his uncles face.
Sukuna would groan inwardly. Knowing he had been too harsh. He never actually minded hearing about his nephews day, he was just overstimulated and now he felt awful. The little boy was holding up a strong facade but his lip wobbled. The man would sigh.
“Ugh, Yuuji, I’m sorry kid, that was wrong of me-“
“No.” The boy would sniffle, “s’okay. M’sorry for making you mad.”
Oh, now Sukuna might as well walk into oncoming traffic.
He sighs, “No, Yuuji, you didn’t do a thing wrong. Don’t apologize for anything, alright?” He would run a hand through his cropped pink hair, “listen, I’m glad your presentation went well, that’s good, how about we go get dinner after I wash up, whatever ya want.”
Yuujis eyes would widen, a big grin coming back, “Yeah?!” Sukuna would sigh at the kids forgiving nature.
“Yeah, kid, I’m starved.”
Yuuji would bounce up and down, then, without a moment’s hesitation, throw himself around his uncles leg.
Sukuna would pat the boys hair, cursing himself for being so short with the kid.
And after being so annoyed just a second ago, after watching Yuuji race off to change his clothes, Sukuna realized he had forgotten what had ruined his day to begin with.
UGHHHH I JUST READ THE HOT TATTED UNC SUKUNA LAAAAAWWWEDDDDDD
MOTHER CAN WE PLEASE HAVE AN EPILOGUE MAYBE WHERE THEY HAVE THEIR OWN KIDS OR SOME
AND MAYBE READER IS STILL A TEACHER AND SUKUNA WAITS FOR HER OUTSIDE HER CLASSROOM AND MAYBE SOMETIMES EVEN SITS ON THOSE TINY ASS CHAIRS TELLING STORIES TO KIDS
PLEAAAASEEE BLESS ME WITH ITTT🩷🩷🩷
You know what.... Thats not a bad idea.
LETS, GET ITTTTTT!
Ps. this is a quick little blurb cause i was losing it tryong to write a bunch- forgive me lol
GET OFF HER (Unkuna/Uncle! Sukuna! x Reader!)
Your back aches as you try your best to squat and grab your dropped pencil. A heavy sigh leaves your lips along with a groan, face contorting with a kick from your unborn son....son #3 in fact.
"Here you go, Mrs. L/n!" One of your students, Nobara, offered, handing you the once dropped writing utensil.
"Thank you dear," You sigh, shuffling back to your desk before your phone buzzes to life.
Huzz-band: How's my girl (sent 2 minutes ago)
You look around before responding, baby kicking around your stomach with plenty of energy
Reply: Fine, your son is insanely active right now (sent now)
You type, holding your bump. You were about 6 months along, and everyone insisted you go on maternity leave, but you refused. Just because you were pregnant didn't mean you couldn't work just as hard as before.
Sukuna had been super supportive, of course, he had his complaints about you working too hard and that you needed to be taken care of (by him, of course)
Huzz-band: Omw with your lunch. What kind of psycho asks for a pickle sandwich and sriracha dipping sauce? And then you put chocolate banana milk on top. Youre insane (sent now)
A faint giggle leaves your lips as the bell rings for your students to pack up for lunch. They each smile and wave at you, as you sit at your desk, eyes resting as your baby insists on giving you hell, kicking, flipping, and using his itty bitty fists to push on your bladder.
With a sigh, you close your eyes, hoping your child would relax, and thank god he did.
Until the classroom door opened and your doting husband decided to open his giant mouth.
"How you doin wifey?"
Anddddd just like that, the kicking and rolling were instantaneous.
"Damn it Ryo i just got him to chill outtt!" You whine, holding your belly.
Sukuna chuckles and presses a soft kiss to your temple while moving his much larger palm over your own, the kicking coming to a slow but sure stop.
"Why do you keep doing this to me." You scoff, dropping your head onto his shouder in defeat.
"If I recall, you were the one saying, 'oh, oh please Ryo, cum in me! I need it-' " He taunts, chuckling harder when you smack his shoulder.
"Enough!" You pout, moving away to get towards the delicious sounding sandwhich that had been promised.
You open the bag, setting everything out before finally, the sour smell of pickles makes your throat tighten.
You must have cringed or done a mini-gag because Sukuna immediately placed his hand onthe small of your back, pushing the food away
"Doesn't sound good anymore, huh, angel?" He sighs, your eyes welling with tears.
"I...I really wanted it too. It sounded so good in my head, and now I feel like I'm gonna frow upppp..." You whisper, salty tears of defeat rolling down your cheeks.
"I hate this...GET THIS PARASITE OUT OF MEEE! WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME?!" You yelp, gripping his shirt, now manic.
"Whoa, okay, let's just...uhhh. Shit, baby, I'm sorry. Okay? C'mon." He sighs, pulling his car keys from his pocket.
"Nooooo, my lunch is only 30 inutesss. I can't go anywhere right nowww." You're sobbing again, in pure disappointment. And now your stomach is rumbling as your son demands food.
"Okay, okay. I'll just bring you back something else." Sukuna hums, kissing your temple before shoving your prior craving back into the bag.
"Not even the milk?"
"I'm gonna puke on you if I see that goddamn bottle."
He puts his hand up in defeat, exiting your room, but not before placing a loving kiss on your temple.
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Your class was quietly working, silent reading time seeimgign to calm your baby as you play smooth jazz through the speaker...
And suddenly, kicking. But only because of the sweet smell of chicken fingrs flaoting into your room form th classroom.
And soon enough, your baby is doingbackflips when his father walks into the room.
"You got me chicken??" You sigh dreamily, eyes almost heart-shaped
"Ouhh my momma let me eat that!" One student chimes, eyes bout as wide as yours at the styrofoam box and large lemonade.
"I bet she does. scram kid-'
"Ryo, you can't talk to my students like that." You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose.
"C-Can Mr. Y/N's husband read to us while you eat Mrs. Y/n?"
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So there he sits, all 6 feet and 7 inches, hulking frame, in this teeny tiny kindergarten chair.
Reading The Very Hungry Caterpillar.
His brows are slightly furrowed, and you can't help but chuckle as he raises a brow, questioning why the hell this bug ate all that.
Sukuna doesn't have many regrets in life. He simply doesn't give a damn if he messes up.
But he does regret giving his nephew his phone number.
"Unc let me in don't tell grandpa 😭"
"Yo can I borrow like... 50 dollars for a pizza? Megumi and nobara are over and we're hungry"
"Grandpa said you'd give us a ride to the theme park this weekend!! Just me, Megumi, Nobara, Maki, Panda, Gojo..."
"Hey unc, please please pick me up grandpa's about to find out I smashed that one vase he liked 😭"
He tells Yuuji every time to shut up and leave him alone, and yet he still finds himself driving to their house or driving a car full of gross teenagers to god knows where.
He wishes Jin were here to control his brat. (He wishes Jin were here at all.)
