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𝒔𝒖𝒎. ♡ breaking up with sukuna wasn't an easy choice. running into him months later makes it even harder. what are you meant to do when he's making the decision you struggled with so much harder by trying to get you back . . . ?
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Relationships are hard, which is probably why your longest one yet still ended despite your desire for it not to. Maybe you should’ve tried harder, communicated more. These are thoughts that run through your head frequently in the aftermath. Breaking up with a man you still love but aren’t quite sure you like anymore was incredibly gut wrenching. Going no contact was even harder but you knew you’d go back if you didn’t.
It's been months and you’re still filled with regrets over what could’ve been, what you could’ve done differently. But that’s neglecting the fact that you tried for so long with nothing changing. You were feeling underappreciated – you were underappreciated – and you didn’t want to spend the rest of your life like that. You deserve more, you deserve to feel like you’re important.
It got to the point where you were too embarrassed to tell your friends about how you were feeling because you knew what they’d say. You knew because you would’ve told them the same thing had they been in your spot. Leave.
So, you did but you’re left with a sense of longing and the longer time passes the more your feelings fester into something else. Anger, annoyance, disappointment. Why couldn’t he just treat you how you deserved, was it so hard for him to act like he loved you. Was it because he didn’t love you?
Relationships are overrated.
Sighing to yourself as you wander the aisles of the convenience store, you just need a few things to help with your hangover and then you’ll go back to your apartment and wallow. Your friends had told you that you needed to move on and to them, that meant clubbing. A lot of dancing and free drinks later, you’re stuck with fun memories and a killer headache.
A headache that’s making it hard to properly orient yourself in this small store. They need to stop moving things around, every time you get used to the layout—they change something again. You’re crouched down low looking for pain meds when you feel someone behind you. They’re too close and it’s weird, if you’re in the way they can just wait or politely ask you to move.
You can feel them move off to your side, squatting down next to you. A large hand presents the brand you were looking for and you quickly recognise the tattoos on his wrist. This is so your luck, you’ve spent months avoiding the hell out of him just for him to show up when you’re in a bad mood, hungover, and wearing one of his hoodies you’d kept.
Perhaps it’s a little petty of you but you lean over and grab from where he’d pulled the meds from instead of taking from him directly. You’re standing up right after, not wanting to have to talk to him.
“Holding a grudge I see,” Sukuna comments, looking up at you.
Looking down your nose, you’re asking, “Do I know you?”
“C’mon now,” he rises to his full height, towering over your form, “We know each other intimately.”
“I’m not in the mood, Sukuna,” you walk off. Going to the front to pay.
“See, you do remember me.” Despite your lack of a reply, he’s following behind you, “Big night?”
You don’t answer that either, entirely not in the mood to deal with this. It was hard enough not reaching out to him in the time after your breakup and now he appears out of nowhere acting like nothing happened.
There’s nothing said between you two until you’re out the store, his big mouth opening to say, “Do you miss me?”
Continuing to walk ahead, grumbling out, “I’m not answering that.”
“Don’t be so dramatic, our relationship wasn’t all bad.”
You turn around and glare at him, trying to figure out if you have it in you to get mad right now. You don’t, you’re tired and worn out and any anger you try to summon is being dampened by the sadness you’re feeling at seeing him so unexpectedly.
The ache of your—not so—freshly ended relationship is nowhere close to being soothed and on top of that, you don’t feel well from your hangover. A part of you is craving his comfort and then the other part of you is growing sadder because he never was able to give the kindness you needed.
Deciding to stay silent, you face forwards once again and start walking away from him. Of course, he’s not one to give up so easily, still on your tail.
Sukuna’s voice is as recognisable now as it always had been, “You’re seriously going to keep ignoring me?” he’s caught up to you, walking beside you like you’re not trying to avoid him.
Able to feel his eyes watching you carefully, taking in your strained expression, your tired eyes. You really wish you had enough anger in you to say something accurate and cutting that would have him second guessing himself but in this moment, you’ve got nothing.
Observing you for a little while longer before stating, “You kept my hoodie.”
That has you stopping again and wordlessly, you’re pulling it off and chucking it at him. Left in a too thin t-shirt for the cool weather you’re having but you can hardly care, your apartment isn’t far.
“That’s not what I wanted.”
“I don’t really care what you want anymore.”
He doesn’t blink at that, choosing to ignore the sentiment and telling you what he wants anyways, “I miss you.”
You’re taken aback but not so much as to let it show on your face. That anger you couldn’t find earlier finding you at his simple statement. How can he show up out of nowhere and say that to you without shame? After he let you feel like an afterthought for so long that you started to make yourself and your worries smaller for him.
Frown making its way onto your face as you glare at him, “Fuck you.”
Your words and the venom packed into them don’t bother him, “You’re honestly expecting me to believe you don’t miss me? That you suddenly hate me?”
There’s an incredulous look on your face, shocked by his audacity. Your brows then pinching together as you sigh quietly, “I don’t hate you, Sukuna.”
“Then?”
“‘Then’ nothing.”
The way you feel is too confusing to put into words, anytime you try to open your mouth to verbalise them you end up stopping yourself. Sukuna lets you cycle through all the ways in which you want to try answering him, uncharacteristically patient in this moment.
“I can’t hate you, but I also can’t miss you,” you settle on, a little anticlimactically. “In our relationship… you took something from me and you made me smaller. I’m not putting myself in that position again just because you suddenly feel like you miss me.”
Sukuna takes a step closer to you, about to touch you when you move away from him. His eyebrow twitches at that. “I could change, do better.”
It’s a genuine sign of vulnerability on his part but it’s coming a little too late, he still hasn’t ever apologised to you.
“I don’t believe you.” It takes everything in you to walk away but you do.
Life would’ve gone back to being quiet after that but you still have mutual friends and so the next time you run into him is all too soon at a friend’s birthday party. The party is being thrown at a laid-back bar, gathering for a few drinks.
Everything had started okay, your friends managing to keep you two separate for the most part. That was until the tail end of the evening when he weaselled his way into sitting directly next to you. He’s taking up a lot of space in the booth, leaving you far too conscious of him.
Honestly, you’re even surprised he came tonight. It’s not like he particularly likes Satoru all that much, so it was a bit of a shock to see him here when you walked in. For a split moment, you had considered walking right back out but it was too late and you’d already been spotted.
The warmth radiating off of him is frustrating because it’s so familiar, the urge to slide in closer and rest against him like you used to almost overwhelming. Almost. As much as you want to find comfort in him, you know you shouldn’t. Not just because of your past but also because you don’t want to give him the satisfaction.
The last time he saw you, you were considerably more broken. Your state pitiful and tired, it’s not the same tonight. Tonight, you dressed up nice, you have more bite back in you and you’re refusing to let him shake your confidence with his presence. The last meeting is one you survived; you’re going to survive this one too.
Showing the attitude you’re carrying with you tonight by muttering at him, “Go sit somewhere else.”
He leans down to reply to you, “I’m fine here.”
“Then I’ll go sit somewhere else,” you say pointedly.
“Don’t be like that,” his legs spread a little wider, his outer thigh resting against yours. “We can be civil for our friends birthday.”
Glaring back at him and pulling your leg away from his, “You don’t even like, Satoru.”
Sukuna’s eyes roll at what he deems your dramatic reaction to his touch, “I don’t dislike him… I just find him annoying.”
“You find everyone annoying.”
“Not you.”
Your arms fold, body language closed off from him, “Well, that’s ironic, considering I find you very annoying.”
He sighs your name, “If I said sorry would you forgive me?”
Oh, he’s pushing it, “We’re not talking about this here.”
That piques his interest, “So, if we went somewhere else?”
“That’s not what I meant and you know it.”
His arm rests on the backrest of the booth, “You’re so stubborn.”
You glance up at him and severely regret it, his eyes look soft on you despite the fact he’s just complained about your stubbornness. The fondness in them throws you for a moment, not sure on how you’re feeling about it.
Looking away from him as you reply, “Good thing it’s not your problem then.”
“It’s a problem I’d welcome.” He grins at you.
“Are you aiming to upset me?”
A warm hand is placed on your knee, encouraging you to look into his eyes, “I really am sorry.”
Everything stops, the words he’d neglected to say for months now said to you so sincerely long after the relationship ended. There’s a knot in your stomach and you’re not sure how you’re about to react. Halfway between slapping him and crying.
Plucking his hand off of you, you stand and exit the booth. Pointedly ignoring how Sukuna calls your name, trying to regain your attention. You’re not going back, you can feel it in yourself, the way you might actually want to forgive him. Moving forwards, you find Satoru and give him one last birthday wish. Not wanting to be impolite to him on his special day and then you’re leaving the bar.
You’re less than happy as you walk out onto the street, you let him get to you. Literally only a few minutes of conversation with him and he shook your resolve. Unluckily for you and your resolve, it doesn’t take long for Sukuna to catch up to you. He’s pulling you back into him, big arms wrapping around you as he buries his face into your neck.
He’s so warm around you, a completely familiar feeling you used to find so much comfort in. Despite your thoughts, you’re physically relaxing into his hold. Taking in a controlled breath, you say, “Let me go.”
“Take me back and I will.”
“You suck,” you mutter.
The intimacy you two shared is something you’ve been craving, you always felt so safe when he held you and now it’s almost like he’s weaponising that against you. Intentionally or not.
He grumbles against you, “I miss you.”
Spinning in his hold, you place your hands on his chest. “You’re not being fair to me.”
“Take me back anyways.” He leans down closer to you, intentions clear. He’s being selfish and he has to be aware of that but he also must not care because he doesn’t stop himself.
Despite the fact you know you’re vulnerable and it’s a bad idea, you let him kiss you. Entirely too weak in this moment to push him away any more than you already have. His lips on yours are like coming home, his kiss the same as you remember, if not a little more imploring. Your arms wrap around his neck and you pull him in closer, not feeling this way for a long time. Skin growing hot from his full kisses and quickly getting carried away by the moment.
Sukuna’s all too happily holding you even closer, big hands on your hips keeping you against him. He’s gripping you firmly, like you might disappear. He sucks on your tongue just to make you shudder, the kiss quickly changing from romantic to arousing.
He trails his lips down your throat and you push his head back, “We’re in public.”
“There’s hardly anyone around,” he replies, not worried. Lips on yours again, his tongue filling your mouth to kiss you that much deeper.
You can feel the way he groans when you push him again, “Stop,” the back of your hand rests over your lips, able to feel the heat radiating off your face. You’re embarrassed, “You turn every kiss dirty.”
“You’re overreacting,” even though he says that, his touch is gentle as he cradles the side of your face.
“Am not. People shouldn’t kiss like that in public.”
That grants you an eye roll. He’s never been one to care about what the people around you think. “Fine, follow me,” he grabs your hand and tugs you along after him.
Your judgement must be fuzzy from the kiss because you’re going along with him, “Where are we going?”
“My car.”
Stopping dead in your tracks, “I’m not making out with you in your car, Sukuna.”
“No, you’re not,” he grins evilly, “We’re going back to my place.”
“Oh, really?” You know you shouldn’t, you know that falling into bed with him is such a big step backwards in your moving on plans, but you can’t deny that the thought of it is tempting.
“I’m not the only one who missed you,” crudely referencing his dick. “And I know you missed it too.”
The daze from his lips on yours has lessened and maybe because he’s upset you so much, you’re returning that invitation with, “Missed what? Faking orgasms?”
He drops your hand and moves in close to you again, his hands now on either side of your head. Thumb brushing against your lower lip before pulling it down, all the heat quickly returning to your face from his small action. “If I were a lesser man I’d let that get to me more, but I know you’re just trying to hurt my feelings.”
His thumb pulls back and your lip is back in place, he lingers for a moment longer. Dark eyes considering you and your lips for a bit too long before he grabs your hand once more and continues the walk back to his car.
By this point, you’ve resigned yourself to the status of having officially caved. Willingly going along with him to his place. Sitting uncomfortably in his car’s front seat thanks to the wetness pooling in your panties. It’s been far too long since you last were kissed like that, since you were desired. Discomfort manifesting in your wriggling, thighs rubbing against each other slyly as you do your best to think about anything other than his lips on your skin.
He's pulling onto his street when he speaks again, “You know how I know you’re lying about faking your orgasms?”
Okay, so clearly that did get to him. “I don’t know what makes you think I was lyi—”
“—I know because…” he parks the car and turns the engine off, “you’re a terrible actor. Squirming on the spot because you’re all turned on from a hot kiss.” His hand rests on your jumping thigh, holding it still, “You couldn’t fake an orgasm to save your life,” leaning in to hover his lips over yours, “not to mention all those times I had you squir—”
Your hand slaps over his mouth to shut him up, not needing the reminder of how easy you are for him. “You talk too much about unnecessary things.”
Sukuna grabs your wrist and pulls your hand back, the smile on his face telling you he’s remembering the times he had you squirting around his dick all too fondly. “I disagree.”
Then he moves in to press a chaste kiss to your cheek like he’d done a million times before in the past. It’s the simplicity in the familiar affection that tugs at your heart strings and you can’t help but seek him out more. Turning your head so you can catch his lips with yours, arms around his neck as you both move in sync.
He indulges you completely, holding onto you just as desperately as you are to him. His hands moving over you and groping wherever he can manage to grab. Palming at your tit, greedily holding onto you and groaning into your mouth. You’re crawling over the centre console and he’s helping you along, encouraging you to straddle his lap.
The kiss between you both growing hotter and greedier, you give a little grind down into his erection and he moans into your mouth. The hands on your thighs digging into you at it, wanting more, wanting you to do it again. Giving a second grind down has his lips parting from yours as his head falls back on the cars headrest.
Soft pants coming from him, “I thought you weren’t gonna make out with me in my car?”
“I can stop,” you offer.
There’s a pause and genuine consideration in his expression, filtering through his options. “I’m not fucking you in my car, not after waiting this long.” He pops open his door and helps you to your feet, “We’re doing this properly, in my bed, where I can strip you bare and fuck you how I want.”
You’re watching him and waiting for him to get out of the car himself. “Are you trying to tease me with the anticipation or something?”
“Is it working?” His eyebrow raises to you.
You glare at him, refusing to answer because it definitely is working.
He grins because he still knows you far too well and because he was joking. “I just need a moment,” nodding down to where his thick arousal strains against the front of his pants.
And suddenly you’re feeling embarrassed despite how you were just rocking your clothed cunt against it. “Ah, right.”
“Feeling shy?” comes his taunting voice.
Shooting him with a glare, trying to remind him that you could leave at any moment. “I’d be careful how you act, Sukuna.”
“Keep looking at me like that and we’re not gonna make it upstairs.” He reaches into his pants and readjusts his erection, small hiss passing his lips at his own touch. Then he’s out the car and standing in front of you, the sound of the car door closing behind him.
His hands reach for you and you think it’s to grope at you again but he’s carefully tugging your shirt back into place. Making sure you don’t look so dishevelled from when he was groping you earlier.
Another small action that has your affection for him overwhelming you, wanting to hold him close and experience being loved by him again. Instead, you grab his hands to stop his considerate touch. “Don’t. Don’t touch me like you love me.”
He’s faltering at that, fixing himself to say something before deciding against it at the last minute. Settling his answer on a simple, “Fine.”
Everything is suddenly spinning; he’s picked you up and thrown you over his shoulder. Lugging you into his apartment building while carrying you like a sack of potatoes or something similar. You plant your elbows into his back and use that leverage to hold your head up in your palms, sighing at him.
“This is embarrassing.”
“I’m not embarrassed,” he says, tone of voice clearly reflecting his indifference.
And of course, because he can’t help himself, he’s taking the opportunity to grab at your ass. You’re kicking your legs at it a little, but it doesn’t even throw him off balance, completely sturdy and continuing up to his apartment.
“Can’t you put me down?”
His head turns and bites at your sensitive side, teeth nipping your skin where your shirt has ridden up. “No.”
“What the hell!” hand threading into his hair to tug back on his head, “what was that for?”
“Felt like it,” he grins at you, eyes darker than usual from how his pupils have taken over.
Finally at his front door after what feels like hours, though he’s still not putting you down. Single hand resting on your ass while his other reaches into his pocket for his keys. A little forceful in how he kicks the door closed behind him as he crosses the threshold, his impatience becoming more apparent.
You’re not let go until he’s got you in his room, dropped onto his mattress and bouncing a little because of it. Fixing him with an unimpressed gaze, looking through your lashes at him from down below. He’s looking at you with a hungry sort of expression, taking you in slowly. Despite being fully dressed you feel exposed to him, not needing to be a mind reader to be able to tell he’s imagining you naked.
He leans down and grabs your cheeks between his fingers and thumb, “I can only get so turned on.” Lips on yours messy, resulting in a sloppy kiss. His hand not letting you go, still pinching your cheeks to have your lips in a pout.
Huffing out between kisses, “You’re such an asshole.”
“Uh huh.” Not letting the insult get to him, too preoccupied with kissing you breathless.
Reaching your arms around him and hooking a leg around his waist at the same time to attempt to pull him onto the bed properly. You want him under you, growing frustrated by his blasé attitude. It’s not like he’s wrong, he’s just fucking annoying.
Sukuna doesn’t move at all, still when he asks, “What are you trying to do?”
“I was trying to pull you onto the bed,” still pouting.
His hand squishes your cheeks together a little more harshly, “Oh? Feeling desperate?”
“No.” You rumble at him. “I wanted to sit on you.”
And the way he positively lights up has you regretting your choice in words, “What a fantastic idea.”
Hands everywhere on you, undressing you quickly. He slows down when he’s stripped you to your underwear. Appreciating the sight of you, hands trailing up your thighs to keep them open, knowing you too well, knowing you were about to shut them and ruin his view.
“You’re awful wet for someone you had to fake orgasms for,” he comments cruelly, proving his point by digging his thumb into the wet spot on your panties.
He practically shudders at the feel of your slick, in awe by how drenched the material has gotten. It almost has him feeling a little bad for how long it took him to get you up here. Using his thumb to stroke through your folds, teasing you, riling you up even more. Maybe he doesn’t feel all that bad, since your needy reactions make all the wait worth it.
You’re biting into your lower lip to stifle down all the whingey sounds that threaten to slip, you can’t give him the satisfaction of proving him right. Thankfully, he stops touching your pussy but that’s because he’s swapped his focus to unhooking your bra. Shamelessly groping your tits in his large hands, sighing blissfully as he does.
“I’ve missed you so much.”
Voice a little strained, jolt going through your body as he pinches your nipples. “That’d be sweeter if you weren’t staring at my tits.”
“I think it’s plenty sweet, considering I was talking to them.” Tongue already hanging from his mouth as he leans down to take your left nipple in.
Gripping his hair automatically as you gasp, insides fluttering at how he’s tracing the sensitive bud with his tongue. Not pulling back until you let out a little moan, his teeth nipping at you as he does. Eyes looking up at you through his lashes, mouth moving to the middle of your chest. Leaving behind soft kisses before sucking a hickey into your skin.
When he does manage to detach himself from you, he’s grabbing your head between his hands. “I got a little distracted,” full kiss pressed to your lips, “let’s have you sit on me, yeah? Just like my precious princess wanted.”
“Why do I feel like you’re not actually going to give me what I want.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
A single hand is in the front of your panties and tugging them down your legs harshly, chucked over his shoulder into some corner of the room. His shirt goes after, like he decided last minute to take it off and you’re grateful for it. His naked torso as enticing as you remember it, the tattoos on his body always managing to arouse you a little more than you expect it to.
He flops onto his back beside you and you let out a shocked laugh, not expecting it. His hand taps at his chest, gesturing for you to get on top of him. A little shakily, you climb onto his lap and he tuts at you. Head shaking softly as he flicks his fingers at you in a ‘come hither’ motion.
“You’re sitting on my face, pretty,” wicked and lecherous smile gracing his features.
“You can’t be serious.”
“Deadly,” eyes unwavering. “You said you wanted to sit on me.”
“I meant—”
“—My dick? I’m aware,” he trails his hands up your legs, digging his fingers into the fat of your thighs. “But I want you on my face so get up here.”
The tone he uses is the one he gives when he’s not interested in continuing the back and forth. Normally it wouldn’t be an issue but even in all your time together this isn’t something you’d done. Suddenly feeling incredibly shy, biting at your lower lip as you gaze down at him.
“Stop being cute,” the way he pinches at your sensitive skin makes you pout. “If you keep me waiting much longer I’ll just pick you up myself.”
“You’re such a perv,” you grumble but shuffle up his body.
His hand slaps lightly at your ass as you make your way to his face, self-satisfied grin already etched onto his features. “Uh huh,” he hums offhandedly.
Once your dripping cunt is hovering over his face he’s well and truly distracted, thumbs reaching under you to part your folds. Eyes glinting in the low light of the room as he consumes you with his eyes. Well and truly pleased with your compliance, with how soaked you are.
Sukuna’s almost convinced he could open his mouth to hang his tongue and you’d drip sinfully sweet onto it. Beads of your delicious slick drooling from your hole and sliding down your inner thigh, his eyes locked onto it. He can feel his dick twitching in his pants at it, almost painful with how it’s pressing into the front of the material. Aching to be freed, throbbing angrily and begging to rip through his jeans.
Your soft voice pulls him back, “Sukuna, what are you—” His eyes meet yours and the look in them has your voice cutting off.
He doesn’t miss the reaction he gets from you, tight hole spasming around nothing. It sets him off, tugging you down onto his face quickly. Tongue already having left his mouth and ready to lap at you obscenely. Revelling in the surprised mewl he gets from you as his wet muscle explores you eagerly. Nudging inside you and he realises it really has been too long if you’re this tight around his tongue.
It's overwhelming, how everywhere he is. You’re trying to pull away, hands on the headboard trying to lift your weight away from him but he damn near growls into your weeping cunt. Moving his arms to lock around your thighs and hold you deathly still as he eats you out from below.
The pleasure thrumming through your body has you melting into a puddle, thighs sliding further apart, getting desperate for more. Sukuna loves it, loves that you’re losing it to the point you’re opening yourself up to him. He likes when you get a little greedy about it, likes seeing you on the edge of tears and begging him for more with your actions.
He’s completely intent on ruining you with his mouth, still holding a bit of a grudge against the shitty comment you made earlier about faking your orgasms. It’s enough to almost make him laugh because he can already tell you’re incredibly close so quickly. You’ve needed this, he can tell. Probably been neglecting your poor pussy, not giving her the loving she really needs.
You feel like you’re vibrating as he just keeps making out with your cunt, feeling so high strung. Aching to grind down into him but stopped short by his strong arms, your hands reach back to claw at his forearms. Sukuna can tell exactly what you want though, loosening his hold just enough so you can lightly rock against him.
Oh, he loves it too, moaning into you as you drag yourself across his tongue. Revelling in how your shyness has left you, instead replaced with need. Warm palms slide from your thighs, up to your hips. Encouraging you to ride him, flattening his tongue for you to slip along.
It’s almost too much, almost. The fight between wanting to move away and to continue grinding down a short one, choosing to keep riding his tongue because you’re just so close. You can taste it on your tongue and Sukuna can taste it on his too. Your little hole twitching in the tell-tale way that lets him know you’re about to completely lose it.
Pace slowing from exertion, legs getting wobbly but he’s not having any of it. Slapping your ass to keep you moving. It jolts through you and shamefully triggers your orgasm. The sweet sting of his large hand smacking your ass to keep you moving is enough to have you choking on whimpers as you cum in his mouth.
There’s an audible gulp from Sukuna drinking your cum, the action obscene and blatant. His foggy eyes locked on yours as he keeps you over his face, even as you try to wiggle off him.
“Kuna, lemme go,” you whine, all blissed out and sensitive.
His head moves to the side and bites down into your plush thigh, enough to leave little indents of his teeth. Tongue laving over it to soothe the slight pain, just to then leave a sucked kiss over the mark. Popping off your thigh with a content expression.
“I don’t plan on letting you go any time soon, don’t be a brat.” Lips quirked up in a knowing smile, “Now, either I’m imagining things, or you just came awful hard on my face.”
Trying again, warning, “Sukuna.”
His eyes roll at you and the way you try chastising him, he’s pretty sure he just told you not to be a brat. Using his strength, he picks you up and places you right on top of his throbbing erection. The warmth of your wet pussy right over where he needs attention the most making him groan.
“You still wanna sit on my dick, pretty? Think you got it in you?” Referencing your shaky legs.
You want to, so bad, you’ve always loved riding him. Grinding down into him while he sits deep inside your walls, tip kissing your cervix as you almost torture him with your leisurely pace, but your legs are weak from straddling him so long and the force of your orgasm.
Sukuna can tell you’re actively fighting with yourself, not sure on what you want and what you can manage. It’s cute, it’s really cute but his patience has worn thin and his cock is about to fucking explode.
“Later then,” he says, rolling and taking you with him. Now looming over you.
He can’t keep his hands to himself, fingers stuffing into your snug cunt. Aiming to open you up for him, you’re all twitchy and soaked. Gripping his fingers and drenching them in your slick and cum, wet eyes flicking down to see where his thick digits are working you open.
“Fuuuck– I forgot what a creamy pussy you got, baby.”
His almost wrecked voice shoots through you, insides convulsing and he of course notices. Eyes brighter and smile wider, crooking his fingers to stroke your g-spot. Scissoring them to open you up that much more, eyes locked on how you’re dribbling down the length of his digits. He’s enjoying himself, having fun toying with your needy pussy.
Doing your best to glare at him but falling short, “Quit– hnn– quit teasing.”
“I’m not teasing,” he definitely is, “I’m trying to make sure you can actually take my dick.”
“I think– hah– I’ll be fine.”
He punishes you by easing another finger inside, pace quickening and fucking you on all three of them. “You’ll be fine?”
“Mhm,” you nod your head, horniness outweighing your critical thinking skills. Logically, you know it’s been a while and you know how big he is but, right now, you’re convinced you could take him in one go simply based on how bad you want it.
“One orgasm and you’re already all stupid,” the wet slapping sound of his palm hitting your clit is loud. “Are you about to cum again?”
Nodding your head once more, hands gripping into the bedding below. It feels so fucking good, Sukuna always was able to reach deeper than you ever could. Angling his fingers just right and bullying your g-spot, grinding his palm into your sensitive clit to work you up a little more.
Your hips try to hump down into his hand but he’s using his unoccupied one to press into your lower stomach, holding you still. The pressure only adds to your pleasure, moans tumbling from your lips and eyes rolling back.
“I thought you had to fake it?” He taunts. “Were you telling lies, baby?”
You’re too out of it to give him a real and meaningful response, too involved in the way you’re falling apart on his fingers. Eyelashes wet with your blissed out tears, caught between overstimulation and not enough. A little bit more, a little bit more and you’ll cum again.
And then he stops his movements, fingers stock-still inside your shivering walls. “You gotta answer me.”
Chest heaving as you struggle to catch your breath, hands reaching out to him, craving him against you. “Kuna, don’t stop.”
“I asked a question,” he lets you paw at him but doesn’t move any closer, waiting for you to admit to lying.
“I lied, okay?” you grumble at him, annoyed that he’s held onto that comment for as long as he has, “I was lying, now can you just please– ah!”
“Good girl,” his pace picks up again, “stupid fucking lie to tell.”
The pleasure is blinding you, working you up a wall and giving you an unfamiliar kind of thrill, “Wait– hng– wait– oh my god.”
He slows down, asking, “You were just whinging at me to keep going and now you want me to wait?”
“Hff– it– hnn– it feels different.”
“Oh?” evil and pleased look on his face, “Just let it happen, I promise it’ll feel good.”
Fucking his fingers into you in earnest once he realises what’s happening, teeth in his lower lip as he watches you writhe and whimper. Just a little more pressure on your lower stomach, stimulating your cervix and he has you squirting for him.
You’re babbling all stupid, moaning through your incredible high and he’s talking you through it. “There you go! Good job,” he keeps moving his digits, helping you ride the waves of your orgasm, “bet that feels fucking great, huh?” slipping from you slowly before leaning down and kissing your cheek, “You’re adorable, I could eat you.”
Instinctively, you try to close your legs only stopped by him in-between them. He laughs at your reaction. Then he kisses you deep and slow, tender in how he makes out with you in your docile state. Tongue flicking against your own and chest rumbling at how sweet you are.
Own arms wrapping around him and holding him close, wanting the contact, the intimacy. Sukuna’s been so patient, or at least so patient for him but his patience is snapping with how pliant you’re acting, “You ready for more?”
“Yeah,” you’re buzzing in delight and still aching for him, words slurring together a bit, “I want you inside me.”
And he’s off you to pull off his pants and boxers in record time, back between your legs just as quickly. Unable to abandon his teasing that easily though and using the head of his cock to tap against your sopping pussy, humming happily at how you’re jolting with each contact.
“You think you’re gonna squirt for me again?”
You’re growing frustrated, more by his inaction than his words, huffing, “I don’t control that.”
“That’s right, I do.”
Slowly plunging his dick inside your gooey walls, sighing out a moan as he sinks further and further inside you. Inch by delicious inch, he stretches you open and brushes up against every sensitive spot you have. Feeling like you’re one big nerve ending as he takes his time to let your cunt swallow him.
“Ohhh, this pussy missed me,” he groans, head tipping back.
His eyes flick down to glimpse the way he’s fucking into your drooling hole, the softness of your creamy, silken walls have him feeling insane. It might’ve been too long; he might’ve played with you too long because he doesn’t feel like he’s going to last inside you at all. You could ask him to cum for you right now, all saccharine sweet how you used to and he’d do it, he wouldn’t even be able to control it.
Large body collapsing down, pressing himself tight to you as he bottoms out. Keeping you so close, like you might disappear on him if he lets you go for even a second. He’s giving short, quick thrusts, not even willing to pull out of you more than he is.
You feel so unbelievably full and overwhelmed by him, the weight of his cock inside you making your pussy feel hot and the weight of him on top of you making you feel crowded and fuzzy. He smells so good, so familiar. Your legs lock around his waist and he eases a bit more inside your jumpy hole.
The moan that it pulls from him has you dripping impossibly wetter, finding his lips with your own before he can crudely comment on it. He quickly dominates the kiss, deepening it and then pulling back to suck on your tongue. Hips still lightly moving, one particular thrust harsher than the ones before when you lick at his lower lip.
“I love you,” he murmurs against your mouth, “but I’m about to fuck you like I don’t.”
Dick slipping from you as he pulls out to flip you onto your stomach, slamming into you again before you can even whine about the loss. He’s gripping and manoeuvring you by your hips into a mean arch for him, bowing your back by pressing between your shoulder blades.
Hitting so much deeper like this, repeatedly stroking against something devastating inside you. His stride brutal and needy, fucking you like he’ll die if he stops. His hands on your hips tight enough to possibly leave marks for you to get horny over again later.
His name tumbles from your mouth like a prayer, like it’s enough to ground you. So lost in the euphoria of him dicking you down like you’ve so badly needed that you don’t even catch the way he chuckles and coos at you.
Folding over top of you, he talks low, “You’re falling apart aren’t you? Having fun?” his teeth drag along the shell of your ear, “Missed this bad, huh? Could’ve had it the whole time, baby.”
You try to grumble at him but your voice cracks all pitiful and broken, moans replacing whatever annoyed sound you almost made. “Hng– Mean– hff—” is all you can manage.
“I tease you because I love you,” he returns. Tucking his face into your neck and sucking a dark hickey into your skin.
You’re unintentionally clenching around him at his second confession of the night, when you’ve come down from how good this feels you’re going to be pissed that he’s only said that while balls deep but right now it’s only adding to everything. Hips bucking back to meet every one of his thrusts, the sounds of his pelvis smacking your ass bouncing off the walls of the room. No doubt he’ll be getting a very frustrated noise complaint from the neighbours, one that’ll he’ll ignore.
Sukuna is half-way convinced he’s having an incredibly vivid dream because you feel heavenly wrapped around his dick. You’ve been away from him for so long that he’s not even sure you’re really here, but the way you’re whimpering and pulling tighter around him tells him you’re all too real. You’re really here and he gets to tell you he loves you and shove your hole full of him and hold you tight.
He's reaching under you to pull you up and back, forcing you onto your knees as your back rests against his front. Large hands fondling your tits as he keeps driving into you, “You left me for too long, baby. I’m not gonna last much longer.”
Teeth dragging along your neck, sucking, and licking, and biting, marking you. Leaving behind so much evidence of just how well he’s fucked you, desperate to have your body remembering him after tonight. It’d pulled at his heart that you don’t remember the shape of him anymore, that he’d had to work you open all over again. Though, he certainly had a lot of fun doing so.
“Kuna,” you whine, “I’m– hnn– I’m gonna—”
“—Yeah, go ahead,” he pinches at your nipples, “Soak my dick, pretty.”
Like he’d given you permission, you cum all over his cock. The urge to fold forward hitting you but he’s holding you back against him. Chin hooked over your shoulder so he can watch how he’s pounding into you.
“Ah, you squirted again for me,” his chest rumbles, pleased, “doing so– hng– so fantastic for me, baby.” One hand leads down to your lower stomach, pressing right over where his cock hits the deepest part of you, “You want it inside?”
Eyed lidded low and fluttering, “Yes… please.”
“Yeah, knew you would,” he smirks.
Indulging in how your warmth has completely engulfed him, so much wetter with your squirt. Needy pussy lovingly clinging to him and sucking him back in lewdly, it’s enough to have him cumming at the thought alone. The reality is so much better, even better yet how he’s coating your inner walls in his seed. Dumping his heavy load into your womb, fucking it all deep inside you.
He's cum so much it’s leaking back down the base of him, a filthy mess between your legs. “Took it so well,” he comments, grabbing your face and pulling you back to press a sloppy kiss on your lips.
You feel out of it, floating on cloud nine from how much pleasure he’d just delivered your body. All twitchy and blissed out from your multiple orgasms, the warmth of his cum inside you adding to it all. His hands are soft on you as he carefully lays you down, gentler than he usually is.
“Join me in the shower?” he asks but it doesn’t sound much like a question.
Standing feels like a monumental task right now, “Can’t.”
“Drama queen,” his eyes roll but he’s picking you up and walking you into the bathroom with him. He places you on the bench while he turns on the shower, turning back to you while he waits for it to heat up. “That’s a good sight,” he grins. Eyes carefully trained on how his cum is dripping from your hole.
You shakily close your legs off to him, “Don’t be gross.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” lifting you again so he can wash you in the shower.
Few words are spoken as he works soap all over your soft skin, attentive in how he cleans you. The shower is warm and the perfect temperature, only adding to the relaxation running through your bones. He keeps you close and treats you like you might break and in your hazy state, you almost forget that you’re not together anymore.
But you’re not and you have to actively remind yourself that there’s a reason for that, that just because he’s treating you well right now… doesn’t mean it wouldn’t all go back to being exactly how it was before. It’s not the first time he’s temporarily changed for you and you can’t go through that again.
Once you’re out the shower, Sukuna disposes of the dirty bed spread and tucks you in with him. His big body pressed to yours and making you feel so safe. It’s the best sleep you have in a while but when he wakes up in the morning, you won’t be there.
𝒂ﾉ𝒏. it's done ! thanks for reading and i hope you guys liked it ! it wasn't super long because it was supposed to be a short little thing but i got carried away with the smut a little teehee. also first sukuna fic !!! how'd i do ??,, i find i have fun writing him even if he is a ooc ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡
geto suguru swallowed malicious beings, forced himself to accommodate to humanity’s evil desires in spite of the awful taste that lingered on his tongue. what he would not allow, however, was for his daughter to go through the same thing.
PAIRING: suguru geto x fem reader
CONTENT WARNINGS: SFW but i’d prefer minors don’t interact with my account. existence of curses/canon divergence. angst. hurt with some comfort. main character death. suguru geto being a girl dad.
jujutsu society is cruel and unjust.
children are reduced to being worth what technique they had the fortune of being born with, of how much cursed energy flowed through their veins. their innocence, empathy, and kindness were often times stripped away throughout the years, experiencing how cruel humanity and curses alike could be. they were left jaded—only the husk of what once was remaining in place.
it’s only then that they’re shaped into the perfect weapon, contributing to a system that treats them like a cog in a machine. irrelevant and replaceable. into savoring every last minute of youth, squeezing years worth of memories and relationships into small pockets of time before they’re gone. before they’re only left with a bitter feeling of regret upon their last breath.
suguru could never see his daughter as a weapon, as something to hone and train to fight against a useless, meritless cause.
loud wails shook the otherwise empty halls of the temple, tiny body covered in vernix caseosa, waxy underneath his fingertips. she trembled against his chest, eyes wide and alert as she looked up at him. suguru felt the weight of the universe in that little stare, felt.. complete in a way he hadn’t before.
“nothing short of perfection. just like her mother,” he murmured, walking over to your bedside. a few nurses stepped in through the doors, gazes stuck to the floor as they went over to clean you up. suguru placed your daughter in your tired arms, recognition immediately settling on her face. she didn’t cry, didn’t fuss. simply looked at you like you were her whole world.
you cleared your throat, voice hoarse as you spoke, “she’s beautiful.” as gently as he could, suguru slowly dragged a rag across your forehead. wiping away the sweat that dribbled down your face. the quiet shuffling of the nurses moving around quickly becomes background noise, your focus on the angel in your arms.
wide, violet eyes, much like the ones you’d fallen in love with oh so long ago, ones that you’d looked into while promising to be there in sickness and in health, stare back. you swear you fall in love all over again while staring at your daughter. she doesn’t latch onto her nipple easily, but when she does, she’s quite greedy.
tiny razor sharp nails dig into your skin as her eyes flutter shut, suckling as if she’d been starved. exhaustion settles deep within your bones, a good exhaustion upon seeing that your daughter was well, that she was healthy—but one that leaves you tired and worn out nonetheless.
suguru doesn’t hesitate in taking the baby in his arms, seeing just how close you were to falling asleep. how utterly exhausted you were, melting into the sheets below. “rest. you deserve it,” he whispered, pressing a small kiss on your forehead.
he’d take care of her—he hadn’t dealt with nearly as much as you had in these last few months. hadn’t been as sleep deprived. you deserved the world and more for bringing his world to light, and if all you needed was time to sleep? well, he’d gladly comply.
suguru geto untied his robes with nimble fingers, neatly folding them and placing them on a plastic chair next to the couch. he stripped away his shirt, revealing years’ worth of scars littered throughout his body. some new, the flesh still raised and puffy, and some old: faded into silver, flattened marks across his skin.
however, the one he was most self conscious about was the x on his chest. a cruel reminder of a time he’d been too vulnerable, too simple minded to understand true danger, too weak. suguru didn’t take his shirt off often, didn’t want to have to face the gruesome mark. but, he let his daughter settle against his chest, warmth wrapping around her small body like a blanket.
“you’re good with her,” you noted through your exhaustion, a fond expression taking place as you watched them. how comfortable your daughter seemed against him, her tiny fingers wrapping around one of his. her breaths slowly began to even out with each rock, a yawn bigger than her leaving her lips. it didn’t take long for her to fall asleep, curled up against the scar on his chest.
what was once a cruel reminder was now a place of comfort for his newborn.
and while instinct had kicked in almost immediately, suguru was still afraid. afraid of not being there to protect his daughter when she needed, afraid of messing up and having her resent him. but somehow, just looking down at her, everything slowly started to make sense. “she makes it easy to want to be good.”
the words fell into a quiet room. you and your daughter had fallen asleep, peacefully resting after the eventful afternoon that you’d shared. from your strain to bringing her out into the world to her struggling to get out, needless to say—the two of you were exhausted. suguru didn’t fall asleep just yet, alert in case either of you needed anything.
hands that once massacred a village in cold blood for the sake of protecting two little girls, that unleashed cursed spirit after cursed spirit to wreak havoc amongst the townsfolk were nothing short of gentle in the way that he treated his little family.
jujutsu society spread the news quickly four years ago: painting him as the worst curse user in existence upon the village’s extermination. demanding that he be killed if he were ever to be encountered. he was cold and precise in the way that he handled meetings—in the way that he treated his members. giving them just enough hope and enough of a glimpse of salvation that they were begging at his feet with bills in hand for the following scraps.
he was a different man when he came back home.
overbearing, perhaps. but nothing short of devoted—making sure that you and your daughter were satisfied at the cost of draining his members’ pockets. you mentioned something was bothering you? he’d have it fixed before you would have to deal with that issue again. your daughter wanted a new bike? she got it by the end of the day.
it wasn’t just the material stuff, either. you weren’t useless, much less after child birth of all things—immediately pushing yourself into working after you’d been cleared by the nurses. while suguru knew he couldn’t stop you, that didn’t mean he was there to see you overexert yourself. “take a rest, my love,” he’d say, hands gently rubbing against your shoulder blades. he wouldn’t stop until you finally relented, taking a what he believed was a well deserved break.
and with your daughter, great things were welcomed and encouraged, but they were never expected. there was never the expectation that she’d become a sorcerer when the age hit, that she’d have to fight against spirits she didn’t want to. suguru still took the time to train with her whenever a meeting didn’t run too long, teaching her how to defend herself—how to throw a punch without injuring her fist, how to throw someone to the ground.
“how’d i do?” she’d come up to him with a toothy grin, sweat dripping down her forehead. suguru would pass her a bottle of ice cold water, easing her into taking small sips of it before responding, “you did great. you’re gonna beat your old man in no time.” that got a little giggle in response, his daughter shaking her head.
“my dad’s the strongest there is,” she’d say with a grin, self assured that alone was fact.
the first time that suguru geto’s daughter had absorbed a cursed spirit, she was six. barely aware of her own technique, but slowly starting to become conscious of it. techniques were often as simple as breathing, simply being able to do the act, but she quite hadn’t gotten the hand of how to manage it just yet.
it’d been a simple walk, the little girl curiously strolling through temple grounds, autumn leaves crushing beneath her feet. a wind blew past, rattling trees in its wake. it wasn’t the first time she’d felt a malevolent spirit anchored towards her body, but it was the first time that she’d been alone to deal with it. they usually never dared to approach when suguru was around.
the orb landed like acid against her tastebuds, warm tears streaking her cheeks. it burned upon going down her throat, tasted wretched and disgusting. her body wretched and curled, wanting to reject the foreign object and spit it back out. still, no matter how much her body didn’t want to, her mind wouldn’t let go—forcing her to swallow it down.
he wished he could tell her that it got better as time went on. it didn’t. the taste of shit and vomit never eased, no matter how many curses were absorbed. no matter how many times he tried desperately to scrape his tongue clean, how many times he’s tried to mask the taste with a bag of overly salted chips. the rancid taste remains long after, the sense of dread clinging on just as stubbornly.
so instead, suguru geto knelt down and gently placed a hand on her cheek. “look at me,” his voice was nothing but a lulling whisper, soothing your daughter’s distraught and wiping her tears away with the pads of his thumbs. “you are not a weapon and i am not expecting you to act like one. there’s nothing you have to do that you don’t want to do.”
she nodded her head once, leaning into his touch. her tiny hands wrapped around his stomach, head pressed against his chest. “then why do you do it?” she whispered through choked tears. a simple, innocent question. suguru’s hand rubbed against her back, thinking of his answer. it’d never been much of a decision at first. wanting to help humankind in whatever way he could, saving those who couldn’t save themselves.
then, it became an obligation to destroy the very thing he’d once sworn to protect. stocking up his arsenal with special grades, grade ones, grade twos when the time came for his attack against jujutsu high. to ensure that this burden, the disgust that he had to stomach, would be his and his alone.
“it’s something i need to do. to ensure you don’t have to, or that your mother doesn’t need to put herself in danger.” the memory of you—attacked by a special grade cursed spirit still plagued his nightmares. blood dripped from a gash on your stomach, pooling around the ground around you. it was a simple mission—nothing more than a third grade yaga had said.
he never wanted to see you again in that condition—desperately clinging on to stay alive, your breathing ragged, your hands cold to the touch. he knew you were capable—knew that even though the special grade put up a good fight, you managed to put it down. still, he didn’t want to see you planning on the end of your life in your mid twenties again.
“and sometimes you get cool stuff like this.” a large portal stretches out behind his back, white scales gleaming against sunlight as rainbow dragon’s summoned upon command. it stretches out behind him, long (maybe 20 feet) and majestic. she approaches him slowly, holding her hand out the way she would a stray dog.
rainbow dragon tentatively sniffs at her hand, leaning his head up against her touch. the rancid taste of the curse is quickly forgotten, soft giggles leaving her lips as she runs her fingers through the glimmering scales. “you can ride him, if you wish.” suguru hoists her up against the dragon’s back, long wings spanning across before taking flight.
loud laughter echoes throughout the skies as rainbow dragon takes her higher and higher, its body languid as it follows her commands. it glides between trees seamlessly, moving against the wind as if it were a delicate dance. whatever fear she’d had quickly dwindled down—handling the dragon as if she’d had years of experience.
“thank you, mr. dragon.” she places a small kiss on top of its head upon being put on the ground, running back up to her father. “did you see me? i was like wayyyy up there!” she pointed up to the sun before continuing to ramble, “it was so much fun, my heart was like racing!” it reminded him of the times you’d ramble about something you’d enjoyed—how animated you’d get.
suguru took her out to get crepes from takeshita street before the shops closed for the day in an attempt to cheer her up even further, navigating through the alleyways with ease. a golden bell dings overhead, announcing their presence to the employee at the front. “what would you guys like today?”
he lets her order the sweetest item on the menu without complaint. something to ease whatever taste lingered on her tongue. suguru took something simple, taking a seat across from her on a table. it was a quiet for a minute, peaceful. the few stragglers that were around the shop left as closing time quickly approached.
then she broke the silence. “who’s the white haired guy with the blindfold?” she questioned between bites, powdered sugar sticking to the corners of his mouth with each word. “i saw him in some of the pictures you stored away.”
“he is—” suguru awkwardly cleared his throat, “—was my best friend. the one and only friend i’ve really had. he’s the strongest.”
“ooo, can i meet him someday?” she chimes with a smile, taking a large bite out a juicy strawberry. suguru takes a napkin, lightly wiping away at the juice dribbling down her chin before uttering, “we don’t talk much anymore.”
—
war’s declared against jujutsu high in the following days—set for december 24th. the night parade of a hundred demons. there’s no way to keep track of how many cursed spirits roam the streets of shinjuku, each one more threatening than the last. everyone had a job to do, someone to deal with and defeat.
except.. it doesn’t work out. you feel the shift in the air as soon as it happens, as soon as you can’t feel suguru’s energy. the plan had been crazy at best, a suicide mission at worst. but you, in spite of yourself, you believed that your husband’s conviction was enough to pull this off. spirits are exorcised, members that once vowed their lives to the cause quickly run away, and you can’t bring yourself to move.
can’t bring yourself to accept the fact that your husband’s dead—that all the plans you’d made about welcoming another baby into the family were now ruined. that you’d have to continue living without him, that the smell of the incense he liked to burn and the smell of his cologne would fade away from your bedsheets sooner rather than later. even when satoru gojo confirms the news, you still can’t bring yourself to accept it.
the second time that suguru geto’s daughter absorbed a cursed spirit? he wasn’t there to protect her, to tell her that the duty of the world didn’t fall onto her shoulders.
the cold december wind was relentless, brutal as it hit through the sleeves of your sweater. your husband’s lifeless body was slowly put down into the ground, your grip around your daughter’s hand tightening. suguru geto had failed in his mission and it was up to her to take the mantle despite how hard he’d tried otherwise.
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geto suguru swallowed malicious beings, forced himself to accommodate to humanity’s evil desires in spite of the awful taste that lingered on his tongue. what he would not allow, however, was for his daughter to go through the same thing.
PAIRING: suguru geto x fem reader
CONTENT WARNINGS: SFW but i’d prefer minors don’t interact with my account. existence of curses/canon divergence. angst. hurt with some comfort. main character death. suguru geto being a girl dad.
jujutsu society is cruel and unjust.
children are reduced to being worth what technique they had the fortune of being born with, of how much cursed energy flowed through their veins. their innocence, empathy, and kindness were often times stripped away throughout the years, experiencing how cruel humanity and curses alike could be. they were left jaded—only the husk of what once was remaining in place.
it’s only then that they’re shaped into the perfect weapon, contributing to a system that treats them like a cog in a machine. irrelevant and replaceable. into savoring every last minute of youth, squeezing years worth of memories and relationships into small pockets of time before they’re gone. before they’re only left with a bitter feeling of regret upon their last breath.
suguru could never see his daughter as a weapon, as something to hone and train to fight against a useless, meritless cause.
loud wails shook the otherwise empty halls of the temple, tiny body covered in vernix caseosa, waxy underneath his fingertips. she trembled against his chest, eyes wide and alert as she looked up at him. suguru felt the weight of the universe in that little stare, felt.. complete in a way he hadn’t before.
“nothing short of perfection. just like her mother,” he murmured, walking over to your bedside. a few nurses stepped in through the doors, gazes stuck to the floor as they went over to clean you up. suguru placed your daughter in your tired arms, recognition immediately settling on her face. she didn’t cry, didn’t fuss. simply looked at you like you were her whole world.
you cleared your throat, voice hoarse as you spoke, “she’s beautiful.” as gently as he could, suguru slowly dragged a rag across your forehead. wiping away the sweat that dribbled down your face. the quiet shuffling of the nurses moving around quickly becomes background noise, your focus on the angel in your arms.
wide, violet eyes, much like the ones you’d fallen in love with oh so long ago, ones that you’d looked into while promising to be there in sickness and in health, stare back. you swear you fall in love all over again while staring at your daughter. she doesn’t latch onto her nipple easily, but when she does, she’s quite greedy.
tiny razor sharp nails dig into your skin as her eyes flutter shut, suckling as if she’d been starved. exhaustion settles deep within your bones, a good exhaustion upon seeing that your daughter was well, that she was healthy—but one that leaves you tired and worn out nonetheless.
suguru doesn’t hesitate in taking the baby in his arms, seeing just how close you were to falling asleep. how utterly exhausted you were, melting into the sheets below. “rest. you deserve it,” he whispered, pressing a small kiss on your forehead.
he’d take care of her—he hadn’t dealt with nearly as much as you had in these last few months. hadn’t been as sleep deprived. you deserved the world and more for bringing his world to light, and if all you needed was time to sleep? well, he’d gladly comply.
suguru geto untied his robes with nimble fingers, neatly folding them and placing them on a plastic chair next to the couch. he stripped away his shirt, revealing years’ worth of scars littered throughout his body. some new, the flesh still raised and puffy, and some old: faded into silver, flattened marks across his skin.
however, the one he was most self conscious about was the x on his chest. a cruel reminder of a time he’d been too vulnerable, too simple minded to understand true danger, too weak. suguru didn’t take his shirt off often, didn’t want to have to face the gruesome mark. but, he let his daughter settle against his chest, warmth wrapping around her small body like a blanket.
“you’re good with her,” you noted through your exhaustion, a fond expression taking place as you watched them. how comfortable your daughter seemed against him, her tiny fingers wrapping around one of his. her breaths slowly began to even out with each rock, a yawn bigger than her leaving her lips. it didn’t take long for her to fall asleep, curled up against the scar on his chest.
what was once a cruel reminder was now a place of comfort for his newborn.
and while instinct had kicked in almost immediately, suguru was still afraid. afraid of not being there to protect his daughter when she needed, afraid of messing up and having her resent him. but somehow, just looking down at her, everything slowly started to make sense. “she makes it easy to want to be good.”
the words fell into a quiet room. you and your daughter had fallen asleep, peacefully resting after the eventful afternoon that you’d shared. from your strain to bringing her out into the world to her struggling to get out, needless to say—the two of you were exhausted. suguru didn’t fall asleep just yet, alert in case either of you needed anything.
hands that once massacred a village in cold blood for the sake of protecting two little girls, that unleashed cursed spirit after cursed spirit to wreak havoc amongst the townsfolk were nothing short of gentle in the way that he treated his little family.
jujutsu society spread the news quickly four years ago: painting him as the worst curse user in existence upon the village’s extermination. demanding that he be killed if he were ever to be encountered. he was cold and precise in the way that he handled meetings—in the way that he treated his members. giving them just enough hope and enough of a glimpse of salvation that they were begging at his feet with bills in hand for the following scraps.
he was a different man when he came back home.
overbearing, perhaps. but nothing short of devoted—making sure that you and your daughter were satisfied at the cost of draining his members’ pockets. you mentioned something was bothering you? he’d have it fixed before you would have to deal with that issue again. your daughter wanted a new bike? she got it by the end of the day.
it wasn’t just the material stuff, either. you weren’t useless, much less after child birth of all things—immediately pushing yourself into working after you’d been cleared by the nurses. while suguru knew he couldn’t stop you, that didn’t mean he was there to see you overexert yourself. “take a rest, my love,” he’d say, hands gently rubbing against your shoulder blades. he wouldn’t stop until you finally relented, taking a what he believed was a well deserved break.
and with your daughter, great things were welcomed and encouraged, but they were never expected. there was never the expectation that she’d become a sorcerer when the age hit, that she’d have to fight against spirits she didn’t want to. suguru still took the time to train with her whenever a meeting didn’t run too long, teaching her how to defend herself—how to throw a punch without injuring her fist, how to throw someone to the ground.
“how’d i do?” she’d come up to him with a toothy grin, sweat dripping down her forehead. suguru would pass her a bottle of ice cold water, easing her into taking small sips of it before responding, “you did great. you’re gonna beat your old man in no time.” that got a little giggle in response, his daughter shaking her head.
“my dad’s the strongest there is,” she’d say with a grin, self assured that alone was fact.
the first time that suguru geto’s daughter had absorbed a cursed spirit, she was six. barely aware of her own technique, but slowly starting to become conscious of it. techniques were often as simple as breathing, simply being able to do the act, but she quite hadn’t gotten the hand of how to manage it just yet.
it’d been a simple walk, the little girl curiously strolling through temple grounds, autumn leaves crushing beneath her feet. a wind blew past, rattling trees in its wake. it wasn’t the first time she’d felt a malevolent spirit anchored towards her body, but it was the first time that she’d been alone to deal with it. they usually never dared to approach when suguru was around.
the orb landed like acid against her tastebuds, warm tears streaking her cheeks. it burned upon going down her throat, tasted wretched and disgusting. her body wretched and curled, wanting to reject the foreign object and spit it back out. still, no matter how much her body didn’t want to, her mind wouldn’t let go—forcing her to swallow it down.
he wished he could tell her that it got better as time went on. it didn’t. the taste of shit and vomit never eased, no matter how many curses were absorbed. no matter how many times he tried desperately to scrape his tongue clean, how many times he’s tried to mask the taste with a bag of overly salted chips. the rancid taste remains long after, the sense of dread clinging on just as stubbornly.
so instead, suguru geto knelt down and gently placed a hand on her cheek. “look at me,” his voice was nothing but a lulling whisper, soothing your daughter’s distraught and wiping her tears away with the pads of his thumbs. “you are not a weapon and i am not expecting you to act like one. there’s nothing you have to do that you don’t want to do.”
she nodded her head once, leaning into his touch. her tiny hands wrapped around his stomach, head pressed against his chest. “then why do you do it?” she whispered through choked tears. a simple, innocent question. suguru’s hand rubbed against her back, thinking of his answer. it’d never been much of a decision at first. wanting to help humankind in whatever way he could, saving those who couldn’t save themselves.
then, it became an obligation to destroy the very thing he’d once sworn to protect. stocking up his arsenal with special grades, grade ones, grade twos when the time came for his attack against jujutsu high. to ensure that this burden, the disgust that he had to stomach, would be his and his alone.
“it’s something i need to do. to ensure you don’t have to, or that your mother doesn’t need to put herself in danger.” the memory of you—attacked by a special grade cursed spirit still plagued his nightmares. blood dripped from a gash on your stomach, pooling around the ground around you. it was a simple mission—nothing more than a third grade yaga had said.
he never wanted to see you again in that condition—desperately clinging on to stay alive, your breathing ragged, your hands cold to the touch. he knew you were capable—knew that even though the special grade put up a good fight, you managed to put it down. still, he didn’t want to see you planning on the end of your life in your mid twenties again.
“and sometimes you get cool stuff like this.” a large portal stretches out behind his back, white scales gleaming against sunlight as rainbow dragon’s summoned upon command. it stretches out behind him, long (maybe 20 feet) and majestic. she approaches him slowly, holding her hand out the way she would a stray dog.
rainbow dragon tentatively sniffs at her hand, leaning his head up against her touch. the rancid taste of the curse is quickly forgotten, soft giggles leaving her lips as she runs her fingers through the glimmering scales. “you can ride him, if you wish.” suguru hoists her up against the dragon’s back, long wings spanning across before taking flight.
loud laughter echoes throughout the skies as rainbow dragon takes her higher and higher, its body languid as it follows her commands. it glides between trees seamlessly, moving against the wind as if it were a delicate dance. whatever fear she’d had quickly dwindled down—handling the dragon as if she’d had years of experience.
“thank you, mr. dragon.” she places a small kiss on top of its head upon being put on the ground, running back up to her father. “did you see me? i was like wayyyy up there!” she pointed up to the sun before continuing to ramble, “it was so much fun, my heart was like racing!” it reminded him of the times you’d ramble about something you’d enjoyed—how animated you’d get.
suguru took her out to get crepes from takeshita street before the shops closed for the day in an attempt to cheer her up even further, navigating through the alleyways with ease. a golden bell dings overhead, announcing their presence to the employee at the front. “what would you guys like today?”
he lets her order the sweetest item on the menu without complaint. something to ease whatever taste lingered on her tongue. suguru took something simple, taking a seat across from her on a table. it was a quiet for a minute, peaceful. the few stragglers that were around the shop left as closing time quickly approached.
then she broke the silence. “who’s the white haired guy with the blindfold?” she questioned between bites, powdered sugar sticking to the corners of his mouth with each word. “i saw him in some of the pictures you stored away.”
“he is—” suguru awkwardly cleared his throat, “—was my best friend. the one and only friend i’ve really had. he’s the strongest.”
“ooo, can i meet him someday?” she chimes with a smile, taking a large bite out a juicy strawberry. suguru takes a napkin, lightly wiping away at the juice dribbling down her chin before uttering, “we don’t talk much anymore.”
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war’s declared against jujutsu high in the following days—set for december 24th. the night parade of a hundred demons. there’s no way to keep track of how many cursed spirits roam the streets of shinjuku, each one more threatening than the last. everyone had a job to do, someone to deal with and defeat.
except.. it doesn’t work out. you feel the shift in the air as soon as it happens, as soon as you can’t feel suguru’s energy. the plan had been crazy at best, a suicide mission at worst. but you, in spite of yourself, you believed that your husband’s conviction was enough to pull this off. spirits are exorcised, members that once vowed their lives to the cause quickly run away, and you can’t bring yourself to move.
can’t bring yourself to accept the fact that your husband’s dead—that all the plans you’d made about welcoming another baby into the family were now ruined. that you’d have to continue living without him, that the smell of the incense he liked to burn and the smell of his cologne would fade away from your bedsheets sooner rather than later. even when satoru gojo confirms the news, you still can’t bring yourself to accept it.
the second time that suguru geto’s daughter absorbed a cursed spirit? he wasn’t there to protect her, to tell her that the duty of the world didn’t fall onto her shoulders.
the cold december wind was relentless, brutal as it hit through the sleeves of your sweater. your husband’s lifeless body was slowly put down into the ground, your grip around your daughter’s hand tightening. suguru geto had failed in his mission and it was up to her to take the mantle despite how hard he’d tried otherwise.
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Hi!! I truly hope u don’t deactivate again. U have so many people that love u and ur fics so I hope u stay <3 ur fics r genuinely so peak.
oh nonnie you’re gonna make me cry 😭😭 thank you so much for your kind words, i’m really overjoyed that you enjoy what i put out :,) i understand it isn’t fair to keep deactivating and popping back up again so i’ll try my best to stick around, i really do appreciate you for sticking around with me <3
I’m so happy ur back!! We were mutuals on ur other account (divinegeneral) so when u left i got so sad 😭
aw thank you, it’s nice to see you again!! i was going thru some writer’s block and thought of it easier to start over again but i’m sorry that i upset you :(
2) girlie please stop leaving without saying anything 😭 it scares me lol
3) PLEASE DONT DEACTIVATE AGAIN IM SO SERIOUS I NEED YOUR FICSSSSSS
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hai nonnie! it’s nice to see you again, i’m glad you found me :3 i’ll try to communicate a lil better since your second point was completely on me and i’m sorry. i can’t promise anything but i’m here for now :D
based off the challengers movie ! i have zero actual tennis knowledge !!
SUMMARY tennis prodigy, satoru gojo and his equally talented best friend, suguru geto, can’t help the campus crush they develop on you after watching your matches and training at the campus courts. when you end up at the same women and men’s respective they figure after you follow them back to their room
CONTENT fem!reader, gego/satosugu, f/m + m/m, love triangle, smut, fluff, threesomes (mmf), bisexual gojo + geto, terrible depiction of tennis, messy relationships — more to be added
