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coupled up!

previously on... | currently airing: episode four | episode guide

you've got a text! looks like you're about to spend your summer on everyone's favorite trashy reality dating show searching for love (...or that cash prize at the end) will a certain pretty (annoying) blue-eyed boy catch your attention? or perhaps his dark-haired best friend? it seems this villa has a few bombshells in store too!

pairings: Gojo x Reader, Geto x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Choso x Reader

content: MDNI, fluff and light angst, fem reader!, she's a little bitchy but we love her anyway, gojo is down BAD, teasing, jealousy, slut shaming, reader is a little emotionally constipated and a LOT unhinged, messy reality tv arguments, name calling, nanami is a sweetheart, past handjob mentioned

creds: gorgeous art by @baobei-bu and divider by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

You slipped out of bed before Gojo woke up.

Given, you had to untangle yourself from his sweaty chest and heavy limbs first, his muscled arms wrapped around your waist and a leg thrown over your thighs. He made a sound, groaning and grumbling about something incoherent before he was asleep again, cheek squished against the pillow as he cuddled that instead.

Most of the others were still asleep. Nanami was absent. Utahime, too. But the rest were still too deep in their dreams to notice you tiptoeing over to your suitcase to snag a bikini and cover-up.

Suguru sat up though right as you unzipped it. You guessed he'd been sleeping on the side closest to Gojo, Manami curled up and facing away from him on the other end of the bed.

"Morning," He murmured, all sleepy and syrupy. He rubbed his eyes, blinking a few times as he went to stand and stepped on Gojo's shirt.

At least the cum was dry now, you guessed.

You left before he woke up enough to realize it.

Getting dressed in the privacy of the bathroom before someone from production came in to help fix the mic on you, not so coyly asking if you slept well last night and scampering off with a smirk.

Safe to say by the time the next episode aired, millions of viewers would know you gave Gojo a handjob your first night here.

How classy.

Your friends would applaud you for moving on from your ex with someone so hot. Him though? He'd probably show up the first night you got back just to argue about it.

You didn't bother with makeup, although part of you was tempted to hide behind as much of it as you could, fixing the straps of your bikini before walking down to the outdoor bar and kitchen area you'd noticed last night.

After only being fed shitty hotel food and nothing else since before your speed dates yesterday, you were starving.

You would've preferred to rummage through the fridge and cook something alone, but Nanami was already stationed there, stirring something in a bowl in a loose linen shirt, sunglasses pushing his blond hair back.

Hesitating, you debated on risking getting in his way to grab a few ingredients to figure something out for yourself. He saw you though, silently gesturing for you to sit at one of the barstools in front of him.

"Hey," You greeted awkwardly, slowly walking over to the seat before sliding into it. You had to lift a hand to shield your face from the early morning sun, mentally cursing yourself for forgetting to grab a pair of shades as Nanami's eyes settled on you.

"Hungry?" He asked.

You nodded, fiddling with your fingers, then the hem of your coverup, glancing around and squinting at the eye sores of scenery surrounding you. Even the pool was hard to look at, glittering and reflective with all the bright colors bouncing off of it.

The sizzle of something cooking made you glance back over to Nanami, watching him pour batter into a waffle maker. His face was still as serious as ever, focused on the task at hand even after he closed it, pulling a container of fresh fruit from the fridge and washing it under the sink.

"Would you prefer it cut?" He hm-ed, grabbing a wooden board before you even answered.

"Sure."

He didn't say much, and you didn't either. Watching his steady hands work, the diligent way he handled everything and went from the cutting board to the waffle iron, preparing and plating your food like he was a professional at this instead of a participant on a reality dating show.

"Do you, like, work in a restaurant?" You asked when he slid the plate in front of you, passing you a fork and knife before starting to make his own serving.

He chuckled though, briefly meeting your eyes. "Finance, actually."

"Oh," You laughed this time, taking the first bite of his waffle, the edges crisp and golden without being burnt. "Well, if you don't like it, you should consider a career as a chef."

"It's good then?" He asked, his voice short without being sharp.

"Yeah, it is," You nodded again, returning to eating your breakfast. He didn't make conversation, but it didn't feel awkward anymore. Just comfortable silence, birds chirping and the buzz of bugs somewhere nearby.

Eventually, he sat next to you with a plate of his own. It was honestly a little fascinating to watch him. Every flex of his fingers, every little motion he made was deliberate, precise. A man who didn't even move without motivation.

"I'm sorry if my behavior was a bit uncouth last night," He apologized.

"I didn't mind," You admitted. "Been a while since anyone's kissed me like that."

Even if it was just to piss off Gojo.

"Oh?"

"I got out of a pretty serious relationship six months ago," You heard yourself say, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ears while you took another small bite.

It just sort of slipped out. It wasn't like you were going to keep it secret. But his presence was the type of calm that made him easy to talk to.

At least, you doubted he'd go around spilling everything you said to half the villa afterwards.

"Mine ended last year," He solemnly said.

"Still sucks sometimes, doesn't it?" Your chuckle was more bitter than it meant for it to.

There was another pause before he sighed and just barely shook his head yes. Quiet understanding.

"Mind if I ask why you broke up?" You glanced over at him, cautiously curious.

"I worked too much. She didn't want to get married," He spoke in facts. No outward yearning or pining. Just resigned acceptance for however many years he wasted. "What about you?"

"He cheated," You muttered. "Or, I guess, I'm pretty sure he cheated. He said he didn't."

It didn't really matter in the end.

He made a sound like a scoff, mouth curling down in distaste.

"I'm sorry to hear that," Nanami apologized, even if there was no need for any sorries from him.

"I'm fine," You said after another bite.

Nanami watched you out of the corner of his vision, fork positioned between his knuckles.

But he didn't say anything, didn't push the subject further.

"Why'd you decide to come?" You eyed him.

"One of the recruiters found my work email," He casually said, frowning you when you laughed at the idea of someone finding his fucking LinkedIn and casting him from it. "I needed a vacation anyway."

Yeah, he seemed like the type that would enough PTO saved to be able to cover this.

Nanami was stiff, sure, but he wasn't the worst person to spend your morning with. He finished his food far before you, getting up and cleaning up after his cooking while you ate.

You were almost done when Gojo sauntered up in a fresh shirt and swim trunks, mic dangling down his neck and a giant smile glued to his lips.

Until he noticed Nanami next to you.

He groaned out loud.

"I wanted to make you food," Gojo whined, sauntering up and stealing what was left of your waffle probably just so he'd have the excuse to make you a new one.

"I didn't want to wake you up," You shrugged, fighting the smile curling up at him eating your scraps like he really was just your puppy.

"I wish you would've," He sighed.

"Sorry."

"Don't feel too bad," Nanano scoffed. "All he's cooked so far has been burnt toast and protein shakes."

"Just because I don't really care about feeding myself doesn't mean I wouldn't take care of you," Gojo glared at the blond man, angling his body to block him from your sight.

"I enjoyed talking to you," Nanami addressed you anyway, drying his hands off with a paper towel and disposing it.

"Same," You called out as he walked away, studying his broad shoulders and the way his shirt clung to them before he rounded the corner.

You looked over at Gojo, debating on what to say, how to say it, before someone from production stepped out and called him over. You could only imagine what kind of confessional they were trying to get from him about what you two did last night. Or what details Gojo might add to really paint the picture.

He hesitated, clearly not wanting to leave you when he just got here, but settled on leaning in to plant a sloppy kiss on your cheek before you could stop him, squeezing your shoulder with a big hand. "Be right back?"

He hadn't returned fifteen minutes later.

After thirty, you were washing your plate and putting it back up, stripping off your coverup and slathering on some sunscreen to find a place to lay by the pool for whatever few minutes of peace you could find while everyone else was sleeping.

It could've been an hour or even two, halfway dozing off before the sound of arguing snapped you back to reality.

You glanced back towards the opposite end of the pool just to see Manami frowning at Suguru. She said something to him, glowering and grimacing when he nonchalantly shrugged back. Honestly, he didn't seem to give a shit about whatever was bothering her, and wasn't scared to say it.

He went to walk away but she grabbed his hand to tug him back.

But she noticed you watching, the anger in her face shifting solely to you before you stood up and pulled your coverup back on.

At the same time, Gojo showed up, scanning the yard for you and smiling the second he found you.

"Mind if we go somewhere more private?" He asked, interlacing your fingers with his the second you were close enough. Manami was still scowling at you twenty feet away, so, really, you were just glad to get away before you could somehow get dragged into that.

He lead you over to one of the more secluded areas, hidden by some hedges, moving aside pillows so you could sit together on a soft couch.

The sun was brighter here, high up in the sky and bearing down in oppressive waves, so you had to squint just to look at him. He pulled out two pairs of sunglasses from his pocket. "You forgot yours this morning."

"Thanks," You murmured, about to grab your pair before he hid both behind his back.

Instead of just giving one to you, he put his pair on you, smiling like an idiot as he pushed it up your nose. Then, he put yours on, like he'd been planning this in his head from the moment he noticed the sunglasses in your suitcase. Probably had been.

"How do I look?"

He looked goofy. Ridiculous, really. Wearing your oversized sunglasses proudly, perching them on the edge of his nose so you could see the blue in his eyes peeking above the rim.

"Like a dork," You muttered. Even if it was the tiniest bit endearing.

"You like it though," He hummed. You couldn't decide if it was a comment or a question.

"Maybe," You shrugged as he scooted closer, his thigh brushing against yours. He didn't hide his stare behind the glasses when his graze swept over your body beneath the thin coverup you had on.

He swallowed hard, the lump in his throat bobbing before he started speaking.

"So, last night-"

"We don't have to talk about it," You interrupted, shutting it down. The last thing you need was a lengthy discussion on what his cock felt like in your hand.

"We should though," He muttered, lips pushed together in a pout.

"It was nothing," You said, immediately wincing at how it sounded and wishing you could take it back the second you saw the flash of hurt on his face. "I didn't mean it like that, it's just, um-"

God, when was the last time a guy had you so flustered?

"I'm just trying to say that it doesn't have to be something serious," You finally finished, fumbling for the correct phrasing. "You don't need to feel like you have to be with just me or anything. If you want to explore stuff with other people, it's fine."

"You don't have to act like you're okay with it," He quietly replied. "I like you. I want to get to know you."

It was a lot harder to take him seriously in your sunglasses.

"And when some other pretty girl comes along, you'll probably want to get to know her too," You argued. It was too early to get attached.

"You don't know that," He frowned.

"Or you," You reminded him.

"So give me a chance to prove you wrong," He insisted.

The last time you gave a guy a chance, he crushed your heart. You weren't ready for Gojo to rip out all the stitches you hastily pieced it back together with, especially when you were pretty sure you were still missing a few.

"I think we should start as friends," You slowly said, not even sure if that much was smart. "I don't even know where you work or what your favorite color is."

All you did know how long it took him to cum.

"I run my own company," He chuckled, evidently deciding this was still something he could work with. "And it's blue."

"Like your eyes?" You laughed.

Of course it would be.

"Do you like them?" He asked, pulling down your glasses so you could get a better look at them.

"Apparently not as much as you do," You leaned over, pushing the glasses back up to conceal them. They were pretty, but you couldn't shake the feeling that they saw every inch of you, through your thick skin straight down to the embarrassing bits you tried to shield from the world. "What kind of company? Don't tell me you're like, dropshipping or something."

"What kind of man do you take me for?" He huffed, hand over his heart like he was offended.

"Honestly, I figured you were like a model, or maybe-"

"So you think I'm hot?" He immediately latched onto it even if you hadn't meant to compliment him.

Did he seriously think you'd stick your hand down his boxers if you weren't attracted to him? Or was his ego so huge he couldn't help but hope you stroke that too?

Yuki saved you from replying, walking up to interrupt in a cute little two-piece, the bottoms hanging low on her hips and a drink in hand.

"Hey, the girls are going to chat, if you wanna join," She chirped, downing half her drink before looking over her shoulder where you guessed they were waiting. Maybe you were on weird footing with Manami, but you could still make friends with the rest of them.

"Sure," You nodded, standing up and about to take Gojo's sunglasses off to trade him back, but he shook his head.

"Keep them on," Gojo casually said, pushing yours higher up on his nose.

"We can talk later," You heard yourself say, just to pause in place, surprised to hear what sounded a lot like reassurance in your tone.

"I'm holding you to that," He grinned.

The rest of the girls were sitting around the fire pit, although it was off now, just left with the leftover memories of the previous night's game.

Utahime had a hat on, shading her face from the sun while she shared some toast with Shoko, who barely looked awake even if it'd been hours since she got out of bed, wearing an old t-shirt over her bathing suit and her own set of dark shades.

Manami was the only one with a face fully made, lip gloss glittering and a shiny bikini clinging to her skin as she readjusted the band as she sat.

You ended up sitting between her and Yuki, pretending you didn't notice the irritated glances the former kept throwing at you.

"I wish there were more people here," Yuki groaned. And when she said it, you couldn't help but think the same. The villa felt too large, too empty with just the nine of you.

"They'll definitely bring more guys in soon," You speculated. At least one more in the next couple days, if you had to guess. Especially since they dropped two girls in yesterday and left one of you single.

Whatever would bring in more views. More drama.

"I'm sure you can't wait," Manami huffed.

You grinded your teeth, side eyeing the hell out of her before choosing not to comment.

"It's not like any of this is serious," Yuki replied instead, brows furrowed together in confusion too. "We're all still getting to know each other and the guys."

"Well, some of us have standards," Manami murmured, looking right at you while she said it under her breath.

Did she think you were fucking deaf?

"What's that supposed to mean?" You bluntly asked, taken aback and cocking your head to the side.

"I'm just saying," She shrugged. "You have to think about how you come across. I wouldn't want people to think I'm some slut."

Like you.

Was she fucking aware what show she signed onto?

If you said you worked at the circus, you shouldn't be surprised if people jump to the conclusion you're a clown.

"Are you just taking things slow with Geto then?" Yuki asked, but you got the impression she was suggesting something else entirely. Baiting Manami into admitting she was just pissy because her relationship wasn't working after just one day.

"We kissed," She repeated the same line she said yesterday, and apparently didn't want to elaborate further on. Or at least, not in front of you.

"I haven't kissed Nanami," Utahime revealed abruptly, changing the subject entirely and reaching over to fix Shoko's crooked sunglasses.

How the hell had you and Gojo gone farther with Nanami than her?

"Do you like him?" You asked Utahime, struggling to judge how interested she actually was when she'd spend like ninety percent of the time you'd been here with Shoko instead.

"He is the most attractive man here," She simply stated, sighing as she shrewdly glanced around the current selection of guys. Nanami was on his own, rubbing sunscreen on his shoulders. Gojo had went to work out with Suguru across the pool, lifting weights and laughing. "I appreciate his work ethic."

It sounded more like she was talking about a coworker than someone she wanted to date.

Would it still be overstepping if you agreed he was hot? Or would it just add fuel to Manami's fire?

"Better than who I'm stuck with," Yuki groaned before you could, pulling her sunglasses down the bridge of her nose and jutting her thumb back towards the day bed Naoya was napping on. "I'm just ready to recouple."

"Do you have your eye on anyone else?" Shoko spoke up, sipping on a suspiciously bright drink you assumed was mixed with something strong enough for her get through this.

"Gojo's cute," Yuki shrugged, eyeing him as he pulled his shirt off, sweat already sticking to his pale skin and practically glistening in the sun. He stretched, and you could probably count every muscle. Your brain automatically flashed back to last night, how it felt to trace your palm over them. "Geto's probably a good fuck too."

"They're both imbeciles," Utahime muttered.

Gojo clapped his hand on Suguru's shoulder, chuckling and ignoring the scowl he was currently receiving from his friend. The latter looked over at you, unclenching his jaw before waving.

You awkwardly waved back, but your attention had already shifted back to the man you were sharing a bed with, forcing yourself to offer him a small smile.

Gojo grinned next to him like you'd just blown him a kiss.

"Naoya's not bad looking," Manami added, and your head snapped back towards her.

And okay, you didn't mean to look at her with complete disgust, but Naoya?

"I think I'd rather get hit by a bus than have sex with him," You bluntly said, face scrunched up and disdain dripping from your voice.

"Says the girl who gave Gojo a handjob last night," Manami said, all haughty and holier-than-thou, nose held high as she sneered at you.

"And I'd do it again before I lay a single finger on Naoya," You scoffed back.

Yuki laughed out loud, "I think I'd have to gag both of them."

The tension didn't dissolve, but the it eased just enough for you to keep your mouth shut before it could snap.

"Gojo would probably like that," You murmured, awkwardly laughing to try and make it not so uncomfortable.

Before the silence could stretch, there was the familiar sound of a ringtone, and Utahime was picking up the phone on the table first.

Production interference at its finest.

"Um, apparently there's a card waiting for one of us by the front door," Utahime read the text out loud, huffing as she stood up. "I'll go grab it."

You didn't get why they couldn't just text whatever was written on the card. Although, you supposed they couldn't drag it out and make it more dramatic that way.

"What do you think it says?" Manami made a point of asking Shoko and ignoring you and Yuki.

"Dunno," Shoko shrugged, unbothered.

Utahime returned a few painfully long minutes later, cream-colored card in hand and a deep frown etched on her lips. If you had to guess, she read it on the way here.

She stopped in front of the couch, opening it and clearing her throat before starting. "Shoko, as the only single girl, you get to choose a guy to go on a date with outside the villa tonight."

Shoko definitely didn't smile or blush. Didn't get excited or downcast. Just looked mildly inconvenienced as Utahime handed her the card.

"A guy?" Shoko repeated, running her finger over the edge of the card and glancing back over at each of them with a bored expression.

"Who are you picking?" Manami frowned at her, eyes narrowed to thin slits, like some silent threat to get her not to choose Geto. Or who knows, maybe her interest had actually shifted to Naoya now and she'd be pissed if it was him instead.

Shoko shrugged, looking back at them one more time.

"I guess Gojo," She sighed.

You didn't understand why you felt disappointed. Just that you did, however inexplicable it was. Still, you stopped yourself from reacting even when you felt Manami's eyes flicker to you, surely smug.

Bitch.

"Have fun," You said, and meant it. At least, like, half of you did.

Shoko was nice. Gojo was nice.

You weren't. So why shouldn't they go out?

"I hope there's alcohol," She hummed, standing up and casually strolling over to where he was still working out.

You watched him happily wave her over, the way his face went from bright to flustered once she held up the card and explained what it was for. He glanced over at you, but you looked away before you could lock eyes with him.

"Aw, that's sucks," Manami cooed, sickly sweet like your IQ was low enough you'd buy whatever shit she was selling.

What annoyed you the most was that you tried to be respectful towards her. Took her word over Geto's and stepped back. Sure, it was partially because he pissed you off, but everything could've been civil. You would've wished her well in whoever she wanted to fuck.

"Do you have something to say to me? Can you just spit it out instead of being a bitch?" You curtly called her out.

Her mouth fell open.

"Did you just call me a bitch?"

"Did I stutter?" You raised an eyebrow, barely holding the thin strands of your restraint together to keep yourself together with the reminder this would, in fact, be on tv. "Or do you want me to say it again?"

"At least I'm not a whore," Manami coldly replied.

Was that supposed to hurt your feelings?

"If I wanted to be a whore, I would just go sleep with Suguru," You shrugged, mimicking her perky disposition.

You could practically see the sore spot you hit, your finger poised and ready to press on it again.

"He wouldn't-"

"Why don't we ask him?"

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⊹ ࣪ ˖౨ৎ 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭... 𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐢𝐞 <𝟑

𐙚. total ass guy; This man cannot go five seconds without smacking the Mario coins out of your ass. Literally. You’d think he was winding his arm back like a baseball pitch the way it stings for a solid five minutes—but nope, he’s just heavy-handed as hell. God forbid you walk around the penthouse in shorts or tights. That’s an open invitation for him to make you jump like a cartoon character.

𐙚. never lets you see the receipt/price tag on something you wanna buy; He never lets you see the receipt, ever. You’d think shopping was a heist with how you try to sneak a peek at the price tag before he catches you. If you do manage to see it, he’ll pinch your cheeks like you’re five and hit you with a “Why you looking?”—before buying it for you in two colors and telling the associate to wrap it up “real pretty.”

𐙚. surprisingly knows about nails; You made a joke once, asking whether you should get a red-bottom stiletto or a pink glittery coffin set. He didn’t even blink—just gave you a look and went: “Red bottom. Square. With rhinestones. Don’t play with me. There’s already cash in your purse.” …Sir????

𐙚. lowkey sassy asf; While Ryo usually lets his judgment show through an unimpressed side-eye or a scoff, sometimes… sometimes you get the pleasure of hearing him be downright sassy.

𐙚 “The fuck are you talking about? That shit is ugly.” 𐙚 “That was your ex? Did he sneak onto earth?” 𐙚 You have to walk away before he sees you wheezing.

𐙚. throws you over his shoulder when you have an attitude; It’s instinct at this point. You raise your voice, roll your eyes, stomp away—boom, you’re upside down. He’s walking around like it’s nothing while you’re kicking and yelling “PUT ME DOWN.” He won’t. He’s chuckling. Slaps your ass mid-walk too. “Talk crazy again. I dare you.”

𐙚. doesn’t like sharing food—except with you; He’ll side-eye anyone who asks for a fry, but you? You can literally eat off his plate and he won’t say a word. He’ll just flick your forehead and go, “You’re lucky you’re cute brat.” Bonus points if you feed him too. He’ll open his mouth lazily and say, “Hurry up, I’m not tryna be romantic, I’m tryna eat.”

𐙚. acts like you’re so annoying but lowkey worships the ground you walk on; He’ll be like “Why are you so needy?” while simultaneously wrapping you in a blanket, giving you a foot massage, and ordering your favorite food without being asked. Literally complains while doing everything for you.

𐙚. randomly flexes how strong he is; Opens jars with one hand. Lifts the whole couch just to get your phone. Carries all the groceries without breaking a sweat. Smirks every time you’re like “Goddamn, okay.” “Keep looking like that and I’ll show you what else I can carry.”

𐙚. so, so handsy; Not even just sexual—he always has to be touching you. Hand around your neck while you sit on his lap. Thumb brushing your thigh in the car. Rubbing slow circles into your back while you sleep. And yes, he still slaps your ass every time you walk past. “Don’t act surprised. You knew what this was.”

𐙚. calls you a menace daily—but he’s in love. - “You’re a headache in heels.” - “You cause me stress and I like it. That’s the problem.” - “I should’ve left you in that dressing room when you said ‘I only want one thing’ and - pointed at the whole store.” - But he never leaves. He never would. You’re his favorite chaos.

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knocked out up! across the universe | chapter index

getting back shots in someone else's bed post-breakup is fun - until you have a bump to show for it a few months later

pairing: baby daddy!Sukuna x f!Reader

cw: angst and fluff and smut, unplanned pregnancy, arguments, DESCRIPTIONS OF LABOR/BIRTH, hurt/comfort, sukuna is so in love and such a softie, marriage, baby, piv sex, nipple sucking, happy ending

art by @winterrbluess + divider by @bronzewasp

You wished Sukuna was here.

Everything was happening too fast. It started the night before, falling asleep through the discomfort with what you thought were Braxton Hicks contractions, just the occasional fake ones you'd been warned out, spaced out too far for you to do anything about it.

You didn't want to bother Sukuna.

Didn't want to complain when he was trying to make things better between you.

They were stronger in the morning when you forced yourself out of bed, but your water hadn't broken, and you were still a couple weeks shy of your due date. You guessed it was just from the stress of arguing, your already tired body overworked and overwhelmed from being on alert around him.

You thought shopping would be relaxing. Tried to calm your nerves by picking up some extra baby stuff, more bibs and bottles, a random teeter and more outfits your daughter didn't really need. Until a particularly painful contraction made you freeze, and all the air was knocked out of you when the next one was only three minutes apart.

Sitting in the driver's seat of your car, you hesitated over the number for the hospital, self-conscious and unsure. But instead of insisting you wait, they told you to come in as soon as you could.

The go bag for the hospital was already in the trunk, an infant car seat that Sukuna just installed the week before. The only thing missing was him.

But he didn't answer his phone.

Or when the nurse called three hours later.

While you waited in a hospital bed, legs spread and a hand up your fucking cunt to check how dilated your cervix was, nothing to hold onto except the bed rail as you struggled not to cry, reminding yourself an entire baby would have to come out of there.

"You're still at about six and a half centimeters," The doctor informed you, wearing one of those polite tight-lipped smiles. You'd been stuck at the same dilation since you showed up, the contractions just getting longer and closer together. "We're going to go ahead and break your water for you, okay?"

"W-will it speed everything up?" You asked, sweat already sticking to your forehead, the uncomfortable hospital gown crinkling as you looked down at your stomach to the uncomfortable monitors attached.

You could barely focus to her clinical answer as another contraction hit you hard, swallowing the spit in your mouth and blinking too many times.

In your head, you'd always counted on Sukuna being here with you. Being the one to advocate for you and hold your hand through everything. Without him, you were too nervous to ask for the epidural, too scared of the needle and wishing he would just check his dumb phone already and get his ass over here.

You didn't blame him. You knew he was busy.

But it didn't make you want him less.

You tried to dissociate through the doctor breaking your water, eyes scrunched shut and barely making it through breathing exercises to get through it.

They left the room with promises to check back in on you soon, the tv playing in the corner the only sound when you tried to force yourself to get up and walk around, the hell that was pitocin currently being pumped through your IV to force your labor along as you paced the room. The contractions were bad enough that you had to sit on the stupid yoga ball in the corner of the room and desperately try to hold yourself together through them.

You resigned yourself to asking for the epidural when they came back, half-convinced the pain would kill you before you even had the damn baby, pale-faced and clammy, amniotic fluid continuously leaking out and making you feel just gross. Time bled together, and it could've been ten minutes or two hours.

Another contraction hit.

You wished you could curl up, the intense pain radiating through your back and sides borderline unbearable, sniffling and stifling back tears when the door swung open, banging into the wall.

"Fuck, fuck, I'm so sorry," The person who was really to blame for all of this greeted you, his voice hoarse as he hurried over to you. Squatting down in front of the yoga ball and taking your hands in his, searching your face when all that was there was hurt. "I came as soon-"

"I know," You whispered, strained and struggling not to cry as the contraction finally subsided.

"Are you okay? What'd they say?" He frowned, and you could see the panic in his dark eyes, the glints of worry when he took in your appearance, like he hated seeing you in so much pain. "Why haven't you gotten the epidural yet?"

"Scared to get it without you," You murmured, your voice cracking.

He scoffed, but you could tell he was mad at himself, not at you. Sukuna only let go of your hand to grab the untouched pitcher of water left on the bedside table, his fingers shaking just slightly as he poured it into a Styrofoam cup for you. He held it to your lips, forcing himself to steady so you could drink.

"I'm here now," He grumbled, brushing your hair out of your face with his free hand. "Not going anywhere."

"It hurts," You admitted, the tension and fear in your body snapping and the tears freely falling now that you had him to lean on. He was quick to set the water down, wiping away your tears with an expression that seemed too soft for his face. If you weren't in so much pain, you might've teased him for being so worried about you when he was already late. "Guess we'll have to cancel those reservations, huh?"

"I'll get you whatever you wanna eat tonight, baby," Sukuna tried to sound soothing, but his jaw was clenched, clearly uncomfortable seeing you so uncomfortable, brows furrowed as he scanned the room. "Where's the call button?"

"Wh-" Your question turned into a groan of pain when the next contraction hit, and you desperately reached for his hand to squeeze.

He probably would've let you break it just to make you feel better.

"You're okay, just breathe," He murmured, his best attempts at comforting, moving around to put pressure on your back, guiding you to lean over and rest your forearms on the closest piece of furniture so he could massage your back. "I know it hurts, baby."

"I feel like I'm dying," You complained, biting down on the inside of your cheek like it'd do anything to distract you.

"Don't say that," He grunted.

"Well, when you're the one about to push a fucking baby out, you can decide what I say," You scoffed, a sharp stab of pain making you gasp. It felt like you were on fire, unable to move and unable to escape the burning as you froze in place.

"Oh, um, sorry to interrupt," A nurse spoke up, and you just hoped she hadn't overheard that last bit. "Just checking in. Is this the father?"

"Ye-"

"Yeah, he's my boyfriend," You managed to say, and vaguely, you registered how stiff his palms got on your back at the reminder that was still what he was. The baby daddy instead of the husband.

"So he'll be the one on the birth certificate?"

"Of course," Sukuna scoffed.

"It's her decision, sir," The nurse informed him as politely as possible.

"Mhm," You nodded, too exhausted to keep up much more of the conversation, that discomfort down south still insufferable. Sukuna's massaging didn't do much to help the intense pressure bearing down on you, and you almost groaned when you realized you needed to use the bathroom. "C-can one of you help me to the toilet?"

The nurse's face went white.

"Do you feel like you have to go?" She nervously asked.

You nodded again, and Sukuna was already rushing to help you stand, guiding you towards the open bathroom door.

"Help me get her on the bed," The nurse interrupted, and Sukina hesitated, unsure about taking orders from anyone before he listened and lead you there instead.

It took maybe two seconds of the nurse looking underneath the gown for her to start calling for the doctor.

The next twenty minutes were a blur.

People pouring in and your legs being forced up into stirrups even when you panicked and tried to pull back, crying through contractions and asking for the epidural just for them to apologize that it was too late, Sukuna then shouting and almost getting kicked out until you hissed at him to stop if he wanted to meet his daughter. Then the pushing.

Agonizing and aching, thinking you couldn't take it anymore and still somehow just taking more, swearing to Sukuna you would never have another baby while he squeezed your hand and promised to book a vasectomy any day you wanted.

And then the pressure was gone. Poofed away and replaced with the sound of a baby crying. Your baby.

Your first thought was honestly a terrible one.

She was a little gross looking with all the afterbirth stuff on her.

But then the nurse set her on your chest, and you were sobbing anyway, studying her chubby little face, her eyes shut and a fluffy little tufts of pink hair plastered down to her head.

Sukuna was looking at both of you like he'd never seen anything so beautiful.

"I love you," He murmured, stroking your hair and swallowing the lump in his throat.

You still gave her your last name.

He didn't fight you on it, even if he sucked in a sharp breath and scowled as you filled out the birth certificate. Holding her tightly swaddled in his arms like he was scared the world might rip away the most precious gift he'd ever received.

He changed diapers and dressed her up, took paternity leave to take care of both of you while you recovered. Handled night changing and feedings when you were too exhausted. Waited an extra two weeks to make sure you had fully healed to have sex and still insisted on taking it slow, steady, eating you out for half an hour before finally fucking you.

His hands held your hips in reverence, planting tender kisses on every inch of your soft stomach and tracing over the faint stretch marks with adoration. He was still gruff, still rutted into you like he'd die if he didn't fuck you fast and hard, but there was more affection in his burning eyes than there were words to capture them. His lips were constantly tasting yours, lapping at you with need that ached. Sucking on your sore nipples anytime they got clogged with milk, groping at the soft flesh to squeeze and massage it out, groaning as he eagerly swallowed like it was nectar.

Your daughter was a terrible sleeper, but a deceptively sweet baby, all soft, big eyes and bigger smiles, until she couldn't get what she wanted and then she used her daddy's scowl.

The months slipped by, spit up turning into drool and eventually food splattering on the floor. Going from rolling over to crawling to standing and stumbling in no time at all.

Sukuna proposed two days before her first birthday, getting down on one knee one night after she had fallen asleep, grunting through a speech you could tell he's been preparing for probably before you were even pregnant and a ridiculously large ring.

You got married six months later, your daughter's pink hair in pigtails and wearing a poufy dress as she tossed flower petals down the aisle, hugging her daddy's leg before scurrying to sit in the front.

Unfortunately for her though?

You'd forgotten to actually ask Sukuna to schedule that vasectomy.

And two weeks after the honeymoon, there were two more little lines on a pregnancy test.

Now, how to tell your daughter she was about to be a big sister?

a/n: well, that's a wrap on knocked up! hope you guys enjoyed it and these two :3

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WHEN HE’S LATE FOR YOUR DATE ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

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“baby-”, your boyfriend begins to speak before being cut off by your sharp voice.

“don’t piss me off.”, you warn, continuing to walk at a pace that has him struggling to keep up with.

“c’mon, you know i didn’t mean for this to happen.” he huffs, stopping in his tracks, “you’re not even listening to me, woman.”

his large hand gently grabs your arm, forcing you to face towards him. you sigh before rolling you eyes and looking up at him - it was obvious from the busted lip and frown on his face that he had gotten into some sort of fight. it was all too predictable for your criminal boyfriend, and one of the million reasons you found yourself on and off with him.

you had both agreed to go out to dinner tonight, with sukuna wanting to wine and dine you; he still had a lot to do in order to prove himself to you, even if he was officially your boyfriend once again. he didn’t mean to get into a fight on his way to the restaurant, but he’s not one to back down and unfortunately found himself an hour late, met with your frowning face and crossed arms. he knew he fucked up.

“i’m sorry.”, he mutters, “i know i’m fucking up, but i really do wanna change for you. i’m trying.”

your purse your lips, “i know you are. i just don’t want this to become a habit like it used to. i don’t want to be let down by you again..”, you admit.

“you won’t. lemme make it up to you, yeah?”, he says as he rubs your arm gently, looking at you in a way that made it impossible to stay mad at him.

you give him a look, “how?”

sukuna’s large hands knead on the plush of your thighs as you writhe against his face, bucking your hips at the stimulation of his tongue against your glossy folds. your boyfriend absolutely loves making you cum on his face whenever you’re mad at him; it has your nagging cut in an instant.

he was quick to have his way with you as soon as you stepped into his apartment, determined to make you feel so good that your negative thoughts towards him would be forgotten.

“give it to me, baby.”, he murmurs against your core, sending vibrations on your clit that have you whining out. you think it’s dangerous what this man can do with his tongue, sucking on your folds and flicking on your tongue; he’ll slightly pull away so he can rub his thumb against your swollen pussy before teasing your entrance with it.

“fuck.. m’gonna cum..”, you moan, your breaths heavy while you continue to buck your hips from the overwhelming pleasure. your peak’s on it’s tipping point, and you can feel the smirk sukuna has on his lips as he continues you eat you out like a starved man. he’s so fucking cocky.

your build up increases with each flick of sukuna’s tongue against your clit, your brows furrowing and your lips parting at the tension dying to be released. he can feel the pulse of your throbbing pussy against his lips, muttering, “c’mon baby, i know you wanna cum.”

you let out a needy whine as you feel your pleasure crash on you in an insane, arching your back as your hips stutter; you’re completely coating your boyfriend, who’s more than happy to take ever last drop you give him. he’s gently rubbing on your thighs, watching the way you come down from the intense high he just gave you, “you still hate me?”

you breathe out, moving from his face to straddling his hips instead, admiring his slick coated face alongside the cocky smirk that you playfully roll your eyes at, “if you think you’re completely forgiven just from eating me out then you’re very much mistaken.”

“nah, i know that.” he agrees, “you want my card?”

you smile as you give him an affirmative hum, leaning down to kiss his temple, “go clean yourself up first, you look a mess.”

“yes ma’am.”, he smiles.

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PROLOGUE || signed, sealed, delivered (i'm yours) - 18+

sukuna x f!reader - series

summary: one night (and one wine bottle in), you decide to sign up for an anonymous pen pal programme at uni. sukuna was given two options - a therapist or a pen pal. you can guess which one he chose. only problem? you hated each other's guts in real life.

content: uni au, anonymous pen pals, academic rivals to lovers, slow burn, bad boy sukuna x fed up reader, forensic sciences student! sukuna, mutual pining masked as academic warfare, sukuna lashes out at everyone except her because yes... he's still a little shit though, eventual smut 🌚

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series masterlist ⌯⌲ prologue ⌯⌲ chapter one (tba)

Dr Yumi Takahashi’s office smelt like oranges and vanilla - sweet and serene. Ryomen Sukuna hated it with every fibre of his being.

He sat slouched in the annoyingly comfortable seat across her desk, arms folded tight across his broad chest. His gaze scanned the room in quiet disdain before honing in on her baby blue blazer. Then lower - to the enamel pin on her lapel that read: ‘catch vibes, not viruses’. God help him. He fought the urge to scoff, lips curling, tongue flicking over his lip ring - a nervous habit disguised as irritation. The fabric of his black compression shirt stretched over solid muscle and tattooed skin as he shifted, itching to bolt out the door at any given moment.

“So, Ryomen,” Dr Takahashi began, voice eerily soft, placing her mug of lavender tea down to put on her signature pair of lime-green rimmed glasses. “Let’s talk about what happened in Professor Kimura’s class.” 

“I didn’t do shit,” he snapped.

“Language.” She chimed, eyes peeking up at him over the frame of her glasses disapprovingly whilst pointing to the poster behind her that read ‘No vulgar vocabulary!!’, complete with a smiley face in the corner. She opened a purple polka dotted file, RYOMEN SUKUNA, printed out in bold across the front.  

“Let’s get back to the issue at hand. You slammed a textbook so hard you cracked the desk Ryomen.” She paused, hands folded as she leaned forward. “You wanna tell me why?”

He scoffed, irritation growing once more. “He said I was wrong just because I didn’t cite his paper. Sue me for not wanting to kiss his academic ass. Besides, it’s not my fault he wrote a whole load of bullshit. I cited three other papers - all peer-reviewed by the way - was that not good enough for him?” 

Dr Takahashi blinked slowly. Calmly. Deadly. “You have anger issues, love.” 

“Tch, no shit.” He mutters, rolling his eyes. 

She remained silent, ignoring his quiet jab. She simply opened her drawer to pull out a floral folder, sliding it across the desk with the air of someone offering a dessert menu. “Two options.” She hummed, pushing her glasses up her nose, holding up her index finger. “Option one: therapy. Weekly anger management sessions. No exceptions.” 

Sukuna paled, mouth parting slightly in horror. Sit in a room with some shrink and talk about his feelings for the better part of the day? Fuck no. 

“…What’s the other option?” He muttered, tongue flicking out to tap at his lip ring again. 

She smiled. Sweet. Slightly sadistic. There wasn’t much that could scare Sukuna. But Dr Takahashi’s smile? Yeah, that shit made the list. 

She slid across a bright yellow pamphlet, a cartoon envelope taking up most of the page. “Option two: you join the university’s anonymous pen pal programme.” Her smile widened. “Organised by yours truly”

He balked. His eyes flicked up at her. Then at the leaflet. Then, back at her, squinting like she’d just asked him to scale Everest with a fucking toothpick. Hell, at this rate, he’d rather do that.

“You want me to write? Letters? To some fuckass stranger? Like it's 1725?”

“Writing is a powerful emotional outlet, Ryomen.” She explained, with the patience of a monk. “And it’s anonymous, no names, no faces. Just pure communication. I think it could do you some good.” 

“I refuse.” 

Her smile sharpened - no more softness, just pure sadism.

Sukuna shivered.

“Shall I book your first therapy session then?” she hummed, voice sickly sweet.

His eyes flitted back to the therapy form. He imagined someone staring at him, asking him: ‘And how did that make you feel?’ with faux sympathy. It made him want to punch a wall. Or maybe someone. 

He sucked in a sharp breath, seething silently, crimson eyes fixed on the stupid pamphlet.

“....Fine,” he muttered. “Give me the damn pen.”

A FEW HOURS LATER - 2AM, THE GIRLS' DORMS

You sat cross-legged against the headboard of your bed, laptop perched on your thighs as you took another swig of your wine bottle. Yes, bottle - because somewhere around your fourth sip, you decided glasses were beneath you. 

10 Things I Hate About You was playing for what was probably the millionth time in the background, when your laptop pinged. A new email? Who in their right mind was sending campus-wide emails at two in the fucking morning? 

I regret to inform you that curiosity (and alcohol) won this time - you open it.

“Not therapy. Not journaling. But a little bit of both.” ‘Dr. Y. Takahashi’s new wellbeing initiative—connect through anonymous letters!’ 

Well fuck… that was poetic, (according to your wine-hazy brain.)

Naturally, you did what anyone halfway through a bottle of Chardonnay and going through a quarter life crisis would do right now. You signed up.

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knocked out up! honey | chapter index

pairing: baby daddy!Sukuna x f!Reader

cw: angst, smidges of fluff, unplanned pregnancy, arguments, emotional hurt/comfort, fighting and making up, communication, idiots in love and doing their best!

Sukuna had never exactly been good with feelings.

Not the small ones that silently ate away at his stomach. The flutters that started to fester in the absence of your laughter, without your smile or your soft hands squeezing his.

It'd been an awkward couple of weeks.

Avoiding each other's stares, trying not to acknowledge the uncomfortable truth that had settled between you.

That he hadn't been the one you wanted.

A second place trophy sitting on your shelf.

How else was he supposed to take it? Was it just something you said to shoo Gojo away? Or was there something more to it?

Sukuna didn't know anymore.

He could ask. Could sit you down and demand an answer.

But you were skittish, a cat that every glance seemed to scare away, his gruff greetings sending you scampering into another room with excuses half the time.

You tried talking to him over dinner, starting conversations you couldn't finish, nervously fumbling over your words and picking at the food on your plate until he reminded you that you needed to eat. For the baby.

It appeared Gojo's accusation had left more than just a bitter taste in his mouth - but brought a reality check he hadn't expected.

Had he trapped you?

Wanted you so badly, craved to carve out a spot in your heart that he hadn't considered he might be ruining your life?

"Are you happy?" He abruptly asked, fork scraping against his plate.

"Right now?" You paused, blinking up at him like you weren't sure what to make of the question. It didn't help that you hadn't spoken since he'd gotten home from work.

Were you lonely? Your maternity leave had already started with you getting close to your due date, although he tried to convince you to quit entirely, or to take a year off so you wouldn't have to worry about returning to work only a few months after you gave birth. But you hesitated over it, like you were still unsure about taking anything from him when he was ready to hand you the world on a silver platter.

"With me," Sukuna clarified.

You swallowed hard, eyes squinting at him before you spoke again, "Yeah, I am."

He had never wanted to believe anything more.

"If you're not, you know you can leave. Or keep the house. I'll still support you and our baby," He added, carefully controlling his voice to stay calm, steady. Trying not to betray the parts of him angrily protesting the very concept of you walking away from him.

You flinched.

Physically recoiling at his words, hurt he hadn't anticipated flashing across your face. "Do you want me to leave?"

"No," He scoffed. But he'd sorta said it - or at least that was how you interpreted it.

"Are you happy?" You returned his question, your mouth set in a hard frown.

Was he?

He'd never stopped to consider what he felt. There were the broad strokes - it was obvious even to him he loved you. Loved the baby growing in your belly. Then there was the desperation, deep-rooted desire to do all of this right, to give his daughter a family he never had. The jealousy that would flare up when he'd think of how much time you wasted with that asshole, the anxieties and insecurities he'd noticed you acquired in the years you'd spent under his thumb you never had before. Anger that he wasn't there to snatch you from him ages ago.

But happiness hadn't really crossed his mind.

He supposed he was - there was a certain satisfaction, contentedness that being with you came with. Warmth and light and fuzzy feelings.

Sukuna took too long to answer though.

"Oh," Your voice broke.

"I am, it's just-" He started, but it was too late, you were barely listening.

"I never asked you to change for me," You spoke quietly, and he couldn't stand the fucking resignation in it. Coming to some assumption he was clueless to, because any changes he made were because he wanted you to be happy.

You never had to ask.

"I'm doing all of this for you," Sukuna scoffed, but your shoulders just sagged, like his words placed some weight over your head.

"So what, you're just sacrificing the rest of your life for me? What do you want?" You sounded raw. It didn't matter what sort of expression you tried to wear to disguise it, he could hear it in the slight shake to your voice.

He didn't know what answer would fix that.

Couldn't think of what to say to scrub away the past few weeks of tension.

"If you don't want to be with me, just say that." You dropped your fork, pushing off the table to stand. Only a couple weeks away from your due date too, you needed to take an extra second to balance before you walked away, a cute little waddle to your step that made it harder for him to take it seriously no matter how sharp your words stabbed into his heart.

"Wait," He huffed, setting his fork down and sliding out of his own chair to follow. But even pregnant, you still beat him to the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind you and locking it. Sukuna knocked, scowling as he rested his forehead against the wood. "Open the door."

"No," You mumbled from inside.

"Please."

God, how the fuck had it turned out like this?

He ran his own company for fucks sake, fired people and screamed at shareholders and made high dollar decisions every day. And what? He was begging his pregnant girlfriend to unlock a bathroom door?

"God, you know I want you. I've only ever fucking wanted you," He admitted, knuckles still banging on the door, half-tempted to break the fucking knob to get in if he didn't think it'd scare you. "Just open up, okay?"

"Do you actually mean that?" You sniffled, and his heart split. Because never, despite the months of pregnancy hormones and scattered emotions, had he made you cry. He pressed his ear against the door, and there it was, the muffled sound of you sucking in broken breaths.

"Of course I mean it," Sukuna grunted, restraining the urge to call you a brat for asking something so stupid when it'd been about you since the day you scratched your way under his skin.

You didn't answer immediately, but he could still make out you crying on the other side of the door, softer now, like perhaps you were trying to calm yourself down rather than just open it and let him take care of you.

"You know I didn't really mean it," You finally said, sounding hurt and heartbroken. "I was just scared. What I said to-"

"It's fine even if you did," Sukuna interrupted before you could say his name. Before he could shove himself between you and drive more splinters into your relationship.

"But I didn't," You protested again, only coming across more frustrated with every one of his attempts to defuse the conversation.

"Honestly, I don't give a shit how it started," Sukuna scoffed, trying the door knob again just for it to not budge when he jiggled it. "I just want you to stay now."

There was another quiet sob, and he had no way to tell if he said the right or wrong thing.

But he was sick of floundering for the right words when it was all about actions wasn't it?

And when he thought about it, hadn't you been trying to take care of him too? Still cooking meals and making him lunch most days, climbing in the shower with him and pressing a kiss to his cheek when you helped him with his tie every morning?

"Come out," He murmured. "Or let me in. Whatever-"

There was the quiet click of the lock turning, and he hurried to twist the knob and tear it open, his heart shattering seeing your tear-streaked face and the hurt on it.

He tried to hold you, but you froze, went still when he went to touch you.

"Do you mind if I just call it a night?" You mumbled under your breath, not looking at him. "I'm tired."

He didn't know how to help when everything he did just seemed to make it worse.

So Sukuna did what he thought would make your life easier. Bringing you water. Massaging your shoulders despite how stiff you felt underneath his sturdy hands. Closing the curtains and waiting until you fell asleep to creep back in the kitchen and clean up from the mess dinner had made.

He'd make you a big breakfast tomorrow to make up for it.

Or he would've.

You weren't there he woke up, a note scribbled on the nightstand that you wanted to pick up some more stuff for the baby.

He hadn't even finished reading it before he was walking back over to his side of the bed and ripping his phone from the charger to call you.

It took five rings for you to pick up.

"Hello?" You answered, a hint of discomfort still carrying through the line.

"Hey," Sukuna forced out, all the words and promises he'd meant to make getting stopped in their tracks in his throat.

"Um, is everything okay?" You asked when he didn't say anything else.

"You left early," He muttered. So no, everything wasn't okay.

"Sorry," You awkwardly apologized. "I figured you probably had a busy day."

He did, but that didn't matter if you weren't apart of it.

"Just a lot of meetings," Sukuna grumbled. He had half a mind to cancel all of them and drive to whatever store you were to spend the day making all of this other stupid shit fade away.

He probably wouldn't even be able to call again until this afternoon, schedule packed between meeting with an idiotic shareholder and planning shipments around your due date so he would be as available as possible when you needed him, still lining up the last of the stuff needed for him to take some time off in a couple weeks.

"Oh, okay."

Could the conversation be going any worse?

"Put whatever you want on my card," Sukuna gruffly said, rubbing his eyes and staring at the wrinkled blankets where your body had been, still wishing he'd spent the morning with it curled up against him. "Buy yourself stuff too, okay?"

"Sure," You halfheartedly replied.

"Let's go out for dinner tonight." He wondered what that sounded like to you. Was it just another bandaid on a bleeding wound?

"We don't have to, it's-" You started to protest.

"It's what I want, alright? You don't have to feel so fucking shitty over nothing," He insisted, still coming out more abrasive than he intended.

There was a dragged-out pause on the other end, the sound of some generic song playing through grainy store speakers in the background. His mouth parted again, about to try and phrase it better, but then he heard your quiet sigh. And he hoped it was relief there he detected.

"All you want is to take me to dinner?" He hoped you were smiling. It sounded like it. He could imagine the corner of your lips curling up, the pretty glint in your eyes.

"Somewhere nice," He promised.

"Sure, I mean, I guess that sounds good," You answered, softer now.

"I'll see you tonight," Sukuna murmured, already sending a text to his assistant to get a reservation booked at the most romantic restaurant in a twenty mile radius.

"Hey, um, Kuna?" You mumbled back, and he was pretty sure the rest of the world relaxed hearing the nickname leave your lips.

"Yeah?" His voice cracked. Another day, he'd bother being embarrassed about it. Right now? He was just fucking grateful.

"Sorry about last night," You exhaled. "And the past few weeks."

"Me too," He mumbled. "He just gets under my fucking skin, thinking about you with him for-"

"I just wanted to protect you," You spoke quietly into the phone, and his chest tightened, his jaw aching from how hard he was clenching it.

"I know."

He sifted his fingers through his hair, shutting his eyes and wishing again you were here for this conversation.

"So we're okay?" You worked up the courage to ask.

"Of course we are," He reassured in a gravelly grunt.

And tonight, he'd make sure the two of you were doing great.

Scrolling through flower delivery services in his morning meetings, sending a fresh bouquet to the house and discreetly eyeing jewelry sets while he listened to the boring drone of businessmen - trying not to send death glares across the table when he got dragged out to lunch at a snobby cafe instead of being able to take his usual break in his office.

By the time he returned, fixing his tie and scowling at the sun through the window, his assistant was scribbling something down on a notepad before holding it out. "I made you reservations for seven tonight."

"Thanks," He curtly nodded, glancing over her neatly kept desk and the blinking light of the phone indicating someone was calling

"I keep getting calls from an unknown number," She said, nodding towards it. He'd set up an automatic screening system to stop spam calls, but sometimes the wrong stuff got swept up in it.

Nothing went quite like he planned. No matter what contingencies or considerations he took.

"Write it down," He sighed, impatiently tapping his foot while she quickly scrawled it next. It was probably one of the warehouses or another company trying to get in touch about last-minute transfers or trades.

He snagged the note before striding back in his office, digging his phone out of his pocket for the first time since he left the house. But the handful of notifications flashing across his screen immediately made his heart sink.

Sukuna didn't need to call or search the number to make an educated guess. Three missed calls and new voicemails from you and a handful more from the same number on his assistant's machine already clued him in.

You were having his baby.

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controller | sukuna x f!reader

nineteen: surrender

Summary: Working as Wasuke Itadori's personal assistant wasn't all that bad. You got paid well, the hours were reasonable, he wasn't a complete asshole like most CEO's were. But there was a catch, and it came in the form of his charismatic son that trouble always seemed to follow. Or maybe he was the problem? Just don’t say you weren’t warned about him.

genre: modern au, 18+, forbidden romance (?), jin and sukuna are twins, smut, angst, fluff, crack & all that good stuff. pls visit master list to view the rest of the tags

a/n: 2.7k words!!! enjoy <3

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After spending the entire morning pushing him to get out of bed and finally leave the house, Sukuna is finally on his way to his fathers estate to have the long awaited, long overdue talk with him. 

Nervous? He’d never admit it, but the ghostly white on his knuckles as he grabs the steering wheel would say otherwise. So would the number on his dash, he’s lucky he doesn’t get caught and pulled over by highway patrol. 

What’s supposed to be a 45 minute drive turns into a 28 minute drive, and it felt like it was only 10 minutes from how much he spaced out. Before he knew it, he was met with the large iron gates that led to his childhood home. 

Security was definitely surprised to see him this Sunday afternoon. Wasuke never told them about what’s been going on, but they see what's being said on the news and have heard the things Wasuke's yelled out since the news came out. But there's a soft spot for him, having watching the man grow up. They’ve seen anger in Sukuna’s eyes many times in the past, there was none in them today, which is why they don’t inform Wasuke or the estate manager of Sukuna’s surprise visit. 

He pulls up to the home slowly, parking in the same spot he’s always parked in ever since he got his driver's permit as a teen. His footsteps are quiet when he walks in, wanting to be the one to greet his father first. 

His father however, is not a quiet man. He’s the type of person who you just know which room they’re in and it’s pretty clear he’s not in the main house from how still and serene the air is. 

He figures he’s having lunch in the backyard and tries there, passing by the living room as he does so. For a split second, he swears he sees himself at ten years old on that couch, watching his mother yell at him for something he didn’t do, just needing someone to take her own anger out on.

He blinks, and the ghost of the two are gone. All these years later and she still tries to creep into his mind, like a fucking parasite.

He finally gets a glimpse his dad in the backyard, drinking probably his fifth cup of coffee of the day with a croissant while reading the newspaper, completely unaware that his wish of seeing his son will finally come true in just a second. 

You told him to take deep breaths whenever his heart rate begins to pick up and feels slightly bad thinking about how it’s probably the shittiest advice you’ve ever given him— it does nothing.

He figures it’ll settle once he’s finally face to face with the old man, so he just goes for it and starts walking towards the pavilion. 

“Is that you, James?” Wasuke says after hearing the door shut, not taking his eyes off the paper once. 

Sukuna holds back on saying something snarky— that name hasn’t been uttered in years. James is the private investigator Wasuke used to have on payroll before Sukuna became useful enough to replace him and do his dirty work instead. 

“Nope,” Sukuna gruffly responds, continuing to walk up to his father. “Just me.”

There’s a pause after announcing himself. He could tell his father’s not reading the paper anymore, just staring straight forward at whatever sentence is in front of him, contemplating if he should blow up on him now or later.

“Well?” Wasuke asks. “Where’s the girl?” 

“Refusing to say her name now?” Sukuna scoffs, “Why would I bring her here?”

“Because she’s my daughter-in-law,” Wasuke responds rather sarcastically. 

“That doesn’t mean shit to you.” He tries not to laugh.

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” 

“Exactly that.” Sukuna doesn’t stutter, taking a seat in front of him— reaching forward and grabbing a croissant. His father just stares at him in disbelief over how unserious he can be, especially in a setting like this. “You’re not above punching your own son in the face— I’m not bringing my wife around you.” 

Wasuke suddenly bursts out laughing. “And you think I’d actually lay a finger on her? Don’t be fucking ridiculous, son.” 

He laughs with his father for just a couple seconds before bitterly saying, “mom never laid a finger on me and she still managed to fuck me up pretty good. I’m not as trusting as you.” 

That does a good job of shutting him up, making his jaw tighten. Wasuke’s blood is quick to boil right after.

“See? That’s the fucking problem with you,” Wasuke slams the newspaper down, “you bring up shit that’s unrelated to what we’re talking about. We’re talking about your marriage to my fucking assistant, NOT your god damn mother,” Wasuke’s quick to snap, tired of being reminded of that woman’s time on earth.

Truth be told, he just as sick of hearing her name as Sukuna is.

“No, we’re talking about everything today. Her and I should be the least of your worries right now,” he says, referring to you.

“I guess you really don’t care to stay in the will then,” Wasuke stubbornly says, doing his best to take control of where the conversation goes. 

But Sukuna’s not having it today.

“You work me like a FUCKING DOG!” Sukuna explodes, “Let’s not forget that you conveniently forget about all the shit I do when you need me to do your dirty work for you. I deserve every fucking penny, do I not?!”

“That’s not the point—”

“DO I FUCKING NOT?” Sukuna cuts him off.

“FINE,” Wasuke gives in, “You do— you also deserve some god damn structure in your life. Being with a woman that could love and take care of you.”

“I already have someone for that,” Sukuna huffs out. 

“And how was I supposed to know?! You never told me!” he points a finger at him, “you two lied to my face for months.”

“She was scared and I was trying to respect that! You probably wouldn’t have even accepted it,” Sukuna mutters that last sentence. 

Wasuke cocks up an eyebrow, “yes I would’ve. Would I have been pissed at first? Absolutely, I told you to stay away from her, but I would’ve accepted it if it meant you were happy.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“You don’t have too,” his father sighs. “Too late anyways.”

What was he going to do? Make Sukuna file for divorce? A long silence stretches between the two, unsure of what to say, especially Sukuna for once. Not once has he ever thought to blame you and your reluctance to go public with him, he still won’t now, but there was always that part of him that believes his father would’ve gotten over it. 

And he was right.

“Well, are you?” Wasuke breaks the silence. 

Sukuna looks up, “Am I what?”

“Happy,” he repeats himself, looking him in the eye now.

“Yeah— happiest I’ve ever been in my life,” Sukuna easily admits. 

Wasuke doesn’t miss the way Sukuna almost smiled while saying that, and smiles for him instead. He believes it. It’s everything he’s ever wanted to hear from him, after so many years of trying and failing to find happiness through his reckless ways. 

And while sleeping with his assistant was on the list of all the reckless things he’s done in life, it’d be at the very bottom of it. He can’t help but admire how his son was able to respect someone’s feelings for once, so much so that he was willing to go through months of pure madness just to protect your own peace of mind. He’s gone beyond his wishes of finding someone that’d love and care for him, it’s Sukuna who’s doing all of that— willingly.

“Sukuna.”

“Hm?”

“I–” the lump in his throat stops him momentarily, then his voice cracks, “I’m sorry I didn’t protect you.”

Sukuna stays silent, giving the old man the room he needs to speak. 

“And for what it’s worth, having to stay strong and stick to my words these past few months has been one of the hardest things I’ve had to do in my life. All I’ve ever wanted for you was to be happy— feel safe enough to kick your feet up and enjoy the stillness of life. I kept telling myself it’d get worse before it got better, but I was just hurting everyone, myself included. I’m so sorry… I– I love you more than you’ll ever know. I’m sorry I don’t know how to show it.”

“I love you too,” he whispers back, taking a deep breath right after. 

The apology was enough to make up for all the words he’s never said, and enough to forgive for the mistakes he’ll make in the future.

It was inevitable. Wasuke didn’t know what he was doing either. Didn’t matter how successful they were, they were both just as lost at the end of day.

That’s the beauty of it all.

They continue to sit there in silence for a little longer, letting the apology settle in. A wave of relief washes over his father. There will always be a part of him that believes he doesn’t deserve the forgiveness, but he’s grateful for Sukuna’s willingness to try to fix their relationship.

“You know, I didn’t take it well when she resigned,” Wasuke says. “I couldn’t wrap my mind around it, she seemed so happy working at the company— thought she’d stay for another year or two before she moved on,” he chuckles, “then you took her away from me.”

He can’t say he’s too mad. Under the initial anger, he'll take you as a daughter-in-law over an assistant any day.

“I know,” Sukuna says. “Jin told me all about it, and how you take your anger out on your new assistant now.”

“I don’t not,” his father scoffs, wondering just how involved Jin was with all of this. Whatever. He’ll talk to that little shit later. “The new assistant doesn’t know what the hell she’s doing– looks like a deer in headlights whenever you give a task. You of all people would know that, you had Myra for a couple months after all.”

“Yeah, don’t remind me,” Sukuna scratches his head. 

“So let me guess, she was the reason why you sent Mahito to the hospital?”

“Mhm,” he hums in response, “I’m not apologizing for that.”

“Wasn’t asking you too,” Wasuke chuckles. “How about this, if you two end up divorcing, and it’s your fault, then I’m taking you off the will. Until then, you’re safe. Just quit causing so much trouble, especially with the magnifying glass the public has on you right now.”

Sukuna grins at him, knowing damn well he’d never let a divorce happen. If you two didn’t stay together, that’d just mean he’s dead. 

“You got yourself a deal, old man.”

The hours of visiting his dad flew by— with dinner time nearing, Sukuna decided it was finally time to leave. A part of him almost doesn’t believe how easy it all ended up being, save for the couple times a lump formed in his throat when talking about his mother. 

It was like a fever dream, walking out of his childhood home as a free man. 

Knowing there wasn’t anything to stress out over anymore didn’t feel real in the slightest. And by anything, he means just about everything that used to keep him up at night— including James, who to no one's surprise, was able to hide his true identity from Sukuna when Wasuke had hired him to look into whatever he’s been doing since he started working from home again. 

Of course James was able to do it, Sukuna looked up to him while growing up after all— words that don’t easily come out of his mouth. Kudos to James, he never lost his edge. 

All there’s left is getting your name out of Yorozu’s mouth. She’s toned down since Satoru ripped her an entirely new asshole with the comment he left. It didn’t make her entirely stop though. She still subposts and tries to paint a different picture of what happened. 

Always the victim. 

The guilt washed over Wasuke once more when Sukuna brought up the topic of Yorozu and the rest of her family. He even offered to help by stepping out and making an official statement, saying the marriage was arranged, but Sukuna declined… for now. 

It really just depends on what the lawyer you were having a phone call with had to say. You were both deadset on suing her at first, but then you started to get cold feet once the frenzy settled down. As much as he’d love to sue her for everything she and her family had, he’d much rather go with whatever route you were comfortable with. Besides, you made a good point about all the brand deals she’d lose and the amount of people that’d shun her if you were to make a public statement of your own. 

The sun’s just about to set once Sukuna finally reaches home and parks his car. He kills the engine but doesn’t find himself rushing to get out. Instead he finds himself basking in the silence, not just the world outside of him, but within himself. 

Quiet, until he hears a little knock on his window. A smile finds itself on his face when he turns his head and sees you in his t-shirt and a pair of bunny slippers. 

Of course you’ve been checking his location and took the elevator straight to the private garage once you noticed he was back. You don’t even care about hiding it anymore— it was cute. 

He opens the door for you and pulls you into his lap without a word. Just sprinkles you with a couple kisses before leaning back and taking a deep breath. 

“How did it go?” You ask. 

“Good,” he murmurs into the crook of your neck. “Surprisingly.”

“Very surprising,” you agree. “Is he still mad about us or…?”

“No. It wasn’t even us he was mad about, he was just mad we kept it a secret and that all the money that went to the Aizawa’s went to waste— gotta pay him back for that by the way.”

You softly laugh, “sorry about that.”

“It’s alright,” he says, rubbing your back. “I’d pay triple the amount if it meant I got to be with you.”

“So sappy,” you tease him.

“Fuck off,” he scoffs and flicks your forehead. “He asked about you by the way, says he misses you and wants to see you soon.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah,” he laughs, still in disbelief over how fast his dad switched up. “He called you the mother to his future grandchildren and everything.”

The image of Wasuke daydreaming of more grandchildren makes you laugh as well. You can see who Sukuna gets his delusional side from.

“You sure he’s not mad at me?” 

“Nah— you’ll probably be his second favorite right after Yuji in a couple months.” 

Maybe sooner, he’s always had his complaints about Sukuna and Jin, never with you. 

“Guess we’ll have to invite him over soon then.”

“Fuck no– what?” he boyishly says after you scoff at him. “He has chefs for fucks sake, they’re there for a reason. Might as well go there and put them to use.”

“Whatever,” you roll your eyes. “I spoke with the last lawyer today by the way.”

“What’d they say?” He says in a more serious tone. 

“That we had a good case, but to also think it through,” you murmur, “it’s a lot of time and energy on my part. I' don’t know'm not sure if I wanna go through with it. They even agreed that it’d probably settle itself after coming out with a statement.”

Sukuna hums in response, thinking about how honest the lawyer is, something he’s not used to. Higuruma could never, if anything he’d probably gaslight you into suing her just to get a chunk of the money that’d be won from the suit.

He presses on a kiss on your shoulder, “whatever you’re more comfortable with I guess. My dad offered to come out with a statement too, just to back us up.”

“No he didn’t,” you say in disbelief.

“He fucking did,” he snorts, “that motherfucker missed me like you wouldn’t believe.”

“I can tell,” you hold back a laugh. “Let’s talk to your publicist and see what they have to say about it, then we can go from there.”

“Sounds good, I’ll call them Monday morning.”

"Oh yeah," you tilt your head, "did you mention that you were leaving the company soon to start your own?"

"Nope," he says, popping the p. "I'd have to get him drunk for that, not tryna give him a heart attack right now."

notes: we're nearing the end of the story!!! so bittersweet, i've had too much fun and shed a couple tears writing this. there's still a little drama left to come, but nothing too crazy (;

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eighteen: that's slander!

Summary: Working as Wasuke Itadori's personal assistant wasn't all that bad. You got paid well, the hours were reasonable, he wasn't a complete asshole like most CEO's were. But there was a catch, and it came in the form of his charismatic son that trouble always seemed to follow. Or maybe he was the problem? Just don’t say you weren’t warned about him.

genre: modern au, 18+, forbidden romance (?), jin and sukuna are twins, smut, angst, fluff, crack & all that good stuff. pls visit master list to view the rest of the tags

a/n: 3.4k words!!! enjoy <3

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“Going back to working in the office so I could get to know you better.”

“...he still found out what time my flight was supposed to land and waited for me at baggage claims.”

“I like it when she comes home and tells me all about her day.”

“Yeah? Do I make you feel seen?”

“Mhm. You make me feel heard too.”

Wasuke slowly closes the laptop and takes a deep breath, something his doctor had just recently taught him. Apparently it helps with relaxation— he clearly needs his license to practice medicine taken away, taking a deep breath isn’t doing shit for him. 

“He deserves to be castrated.” He mumbles to himself, the words were barely audible to his two assistants. They have no idea what to say right now— not that they should say anything, Wasuke would probably just start yelling again. Right now they just have to endure the silence, taking the moment to brace themselves for what Wasuke could possibly say next. 

Akio never saw the laptop screen, only because he wanted to maintain a safe distance from his boss, but he recognized your voice instantly. Your abrupt resignation made sense now. The newer assistant recognized you as well since you were the one that trained her— you didn’t resign because you found a better job, it was because you wanted to marry Sukuna (her thoughts at least). 

Her opinion on the matter is neutral. You were kind to her during that 1 ½ week period of training, she also doesn’t know the story between you, Sukuna, and Yorozu. She could care less about rich people’s problems, they always seem to be messy. 

The one thing she and Akio knew though, was that Wasuke clearly loved you like a daughter. He never had to say it outloud, they just knew from the obvious favoritism. They couldn’t even be mad about it either, you made Wasuke’s most difficult requests happen. The word “no” was more of a suggestion to you than it was a definitive answer— and for that, he respected you. If he had a daughter, he’d want her to be just like you. 

You technically are his daughter now, by law at least, but this was betrayal. The amount of times you’ve sat there and listened to him complain about his son, sharing personal details of his details, fuck— he couldn’t even count. He doesn’t even know what to think right now. 

He wants to think Sukuna paid you to marry him, but this was fucking real. He saw it with his own two eyes— the stories, the laughter, the soft tone in his son’s voice that he’s never heard before. It all happened right under his nose. You and Sukuna looked him in the eyes for months and lied. 

He takes one last deep breath, then leans back in his chair. “Forget all of your tasks for today— both of you, go find Jin. If he’s not here by the end of the day, the both of you are fired.”

—

“I just don’t understand what he’s blowing up my phone for?!” Jin continues to ramble on. He’s been freaking out since he got to the penthouse– pacing back and forth, asking questions that Sukuna wouldn’t know the answers to. “A-and it’s not like I can turn it off, I have a son! What if there was an emergency and Yuji’s nanny couldn’t reach me?!”

This whole time Sukuna’s been doing his best trying to calm down the sensitive one out of the two. But he eventually reaches his own breaking point, Jin’s panic attack is gonna make him have one too– something about twins being able to feel each other's emotions. “Okay can you just relax, just rela– JIN! SIT YOUR ASS DOWN, NOW.” 

“I CAN’T, I FUCKING CAN’T— HE’S GONNA HAVE BOTH OF OUR HEADS ON A STICK– AND MY ONLY FAULT IN ALL OF THIS IS LOOKING LIKE YOU.” Jin yells back. 

“No he’s NOT. SIT.” Sukuna continues to argue with him and shoves his brother back down on the couch. Before either are able to get another word in, Jin’s phone rings again for what seems like the hundredth time in that hour alone. “Answer it.” Sukuna nudges at him. 

Jin looks at him in disbelief. “What? No!” 

“What do you mean no? Answer it, put that shit on speaker too.”

“Why the hell would I do that?!” Jin argues back, but Sukuna doesn’t care to argue anymore and just grabs the phone from his brother. “No– NO. Don’t you answer it, don’t you fucking dare!”

He answers it. 

It’s nothing but dead silence from both sides, waiting for the other to say something first. Sukuna gently kicks Jin’s foot while mouthing something you couldn’t quite make out, you just know it was a threat. 

Jin wipes some sweat off of his brow and clears his throat before finally saying something. “Hello?”

“HELLO? WHAT DO YOU MEAN HELLO? I’VE BEEN TRYING TO CALL YOU ALL FUCKING MORNING AND ALL I GET IS A HELLO?!” Their father yells from the other side. “You fucking asshole– WHERE IS HE?!”

“Who?!” Jin decides to just play stupid, figuring he could get away with it if he threw Yuji under the bus well enough. Thank god he has a son for that.

“Your fucking brother! Who else could I be talking about?!” 

“How would I know?” Jin responds calmly, lying to the best of his ability. “I haven’t seen him in weeks. And by the way, I spent the morning with Yuji! You know I don’t like being on my phone in general when I’m with him.” He says rather defensively. There’s a part of him that feels proud for coming up with that one on the spot, no wonder why Sukuna lies a lot, this is fun. 

Wasuke lets out a sigh– here comes mama bear Jin, gentle parent of the year. “Whatever. Why haven’t you talked to your brother in weeks?” He begins to grill him. 

Sukuna taps Jin on the shoulder and shows him what he typed out on his notes app. He ends up repeating it to their father. “He’s been kind of MIA lately, he hasn’t texted or called me back in a week.” Sukuna smacks him and mouths another thing to him. “...Seems like he’s been kind of depressed lately.” 

Wasuke bodaciously laughs, “So he’s depressed? I see. And then what? Going off and marrying my old assistant is the fucking CURE?!”

“I wouldn’t know about that.” Jin waves off his fathers sarcasm as if it were a silly guess. “I don’t even know if he is depressed… just a feeling, you know?”

“You and your fucking feelings.” Wasuke grumbles. 

“What?” He asks innocently.

“Nothing.” Wasuke’s gonna have a stroke if he keeps this stupid conversation up. “Just– if you hear from that asshole, tell him to answer my calls. Better yet, tell him to come see me in person. I don’t have time for these phone games he’s been playing with me.”

The phone games he’s referring to is Sukuna picking up the call and then hanging up the moment his father starts to say something. Sometimes he’ll pick up a second time just so his father can hear his laughter, then he’ll hang up again and turn his phone off for an hour or so. You’ve tried to tell him to knock it off and that it’ll only anger his father more, but there’s only so much you can do to control the man. 

“Okay!” Jin chirps out. “Will do.” 

“And bring Yuji in when you get a chance, I miss my grandson.”

“Sure.” He won’t, not for a while at least. He read something about children being able to feel and absorb negativity. He hangs up and immediately shoots his brother a glare for making him go through that. “What is wrong with you?”

“What’s wrong with you?” Sukuna responds boyishly. “You should be thanking me right now. The longer you would’ve avoided him, the more guilty you would’ve looked!”

“I know that but I wasn’t ready!”

“You weren’t ready to be a father either, but look at you now.” Sukuna wisely says, trying to hold his laughter back.

“Oh fuck you.” 

Sukuna throws his arms out, “Am I wrong? Tell me I’m wrong.”

“You’re– god you’re such an asshole sometimes.” Jin huffs out. “Whatever, I'm out of here. I’ve had enough stress for the day.”

“Yeah? Gonna go do some breathing exercises?” Sukuna continues to tease him, but that’s when you draw the lines and lightly pinch his butt. Now he’s the one glaring at you. “What the fuck was that for?!” 

“He came to you for emotional support and now you’re making fun of him! Stop it.” You scold him. 

“Yeah.” Jin cuts in as he puts his jacket back on. “I’m hoping you can finally learn about empathy and what it means from her.” 

“Please,” Sukuna chuckles. “If anything she’s gotten crazier from being with me… amongst other things if y’know what I mean.”

“No, I don’t.” Jin deadpans. “I don’t wanna know either. Goodbye.”

—

“A lucky girl you are.” Hiromi adds as he finalizes the draft to the postnup Sukuna wanted to work on tonight. He was still a little annoyed that Sukuna made him work on a Sunday, but the buttery steak and crispy fries made up for it.

That doesn’t mean he’s not charging him though, he knows his worth. 

“Oh also, are you sure you still want to work at the firm? I don’t mind of course, but this is a conflict of interest now. One of you will probably need my services anyways with how much the announcement’s blown up.” He pops a fry in his mouth right after he adds that last part in. 

You kind of wish he didn’t, it definitely made you feel more concerned over what the public was saying about you. You like working for him, but he has a point. “I’ll think about it.”

Sukuna’s too busy shoving food into his face to guess where this conversation was going. All he heard was “lucky girl” and “announcement”. He doesn’t actually start paying attention until a certain someone gets mentioned.

“Still can’t believe Yorozu did that interview.” Hiromi continues. 

You appreciate him trying to sympathize with you, though you’d appreciate it more if you actually knew what the fuck he was talking about. You slowly look over at Sukuna, who’s doing a terrible job at acting normal. He continues to cut at his steak, even though he’s already sliced through it. 

“Right? I can’t believe she said all that stuff about me.” You vaguely respond, hoping he’d talk more about it since Sukuna won’t. 

“I try not to use such words when talking about women, but what a little bitch!” Hiromi shakes his head in disappointment before pointing the fork at Sukuna, “You must be even more relieved now that you didn’t end up stuck with her. Woulda sucked the life force out of you… and not in a good way.”

“Haha… yeah.” Sukuna finally responds and tries to change the subject. “Whatever, not like anybody gives a fuck about her opinion.”

“Except for the dumbasses that are taking her side.” The lawyer takes a sip from his whiskey. Sukuna considers kicking his shin under the table but refrains from doing so. The greedy bastard isn’t above suing a long time and very loyal client over something as simple as that. 

Plus with the way things are going, he needs Hiromi’s connections more than ever with the slander campaign Yorozu’s running. 

“Nobody gives a fuck about them either.” Sukuna continues to downplay the whole situation while still avoiding your gaze. He doesn’t even know why he feels so nervous right now, it’s you who told him to keep you off the internet. 

“Hopefully something settles her spirit soon, she looked like a clown during the interview.” You act like you know what you’re talking about. Sukuna’s silently praying to god that you’d shut up and eat your food, he knows exactly what you’re to do right now. Smart, but you’re making this so much worse than it already is. “I keep forgetting that one thing she said about me.”

“Oh, that you used to hook with Sukuna during your lunch breaks?”

“No, not that.” You begin to hum. 

Hiromi continues to think about what could be a forgettable yet important detail. “Oh! That you two were friends throughout all of it.”

You almost cringe from how ridiculous it sounds. “That’s it! Yeah– the longest I’ve ever been in a room with her was an hour, and that was during a company event.”

“She’s insane for thinking she’d be able to lie about that and get away with it,” he chuckles and takes another sip of his drink. “She needs to– how do the kids say it? Grippy sock vacation?”

“Yeah.” You respond and so does Sukuna at the same time, surprisingly.

“She needs to go on a grippy sock vacation.” Hiromi laughs, as if he came up with the saying himself, so blissfully unaware of the tension between the newlyweds in front of him. 

He stays for another hour or so, just talking about random things with the two of you. Aside from learning that Sukuna didn’t bother to tell you that Yorozu got in front of a camera and told multiple lies about you, the dinner still ended up being fun. Sukuna wished it’d last forever. There was a part of him that almost forgot about the way you looked like you wanted to strangle him, but he quickly remembered it after the lawyer fully closed the door.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” you begin to lay it on him. 

“You know what? No.” He immediately shuts you down and crosses his arms– he’s determined to defend himself tonight. 

“That little bitch spewed lies about me and you’re telling me no?!” You continue to argue with him and he stands his ground. 

“I am.” He sounds somewhat unsure of himself. “I was protecting you! You told me to not mention anything I saw and that interview is included.”

“But this is different, it’s slander!”

“It is! I’m already in touch with a couple lawyers that specialize in cases like that. I was waiting until I found the perfect one before telling you.” He swears.

He wonders if he should’ve kept that information to himself too because you looked like you were about to faint. “It’s that bad that you had to contact lawyers?”

He looks at you for a bit before even responding, yet even then his only response was a regretful nod. He watches you pull your phone out and his immediate thought is ripping it out of your hands, but he fights the urge. He deserves a trophy for the amount of restraint he’s shown tonight. 

“You do not wanna watch that interview.” He warns you.

“I kind of have to at this point if there’s a possibility of me going to court over this.” You mutter without looking up from your phone.

Usually he respects your stubbornness, at times he even thinks it’s cute. Not today. He knows you well enough to know how you’d react and for those next 10 minutes he had to watch the light slowly drain from your eyes until they were nothing but dull and lifeless orbs. He almost wants to be mad at you for how you just voluntarily hurt yourself like that, but it ends up getting overtaken by the hatred he feels for Yorozu and her whole entire family. 

He swears that if his children end up going to school with hers one day, he’d probably add bonuses to their allowance for each time they came home with proof that they bullied her children. Hell, maybe he’d even throw a competition between them, nothing better than a little sibling rivalry. Whoever makes her kid drop out of school gets to go on a ski trip with dad.

He shakes the thought away as he watches your eyes start well. He can think about ruining the next 5 generations of that family after he gets you together. 

The shit Yorozu said was insane, she made it look believable too from the way she cried during certain parts.

There was lying about you two hooking up in his office, which surprisingly never happened, along with claiming that you two were friends. That can’t be proven, but she used your absence on social media to her advantage, claiming you had some phobia against getting your photo taken, that you’ve always been insecure– it’s why she’s not surprised you took Sukuna away from her.

And so much more– that you were an opportunist, that you didn’t mind whoring yourself out to him, that you’d do anything to get to the top even if it meant that Sukuna abused you and ordered you around behind closed doors. 

He laughed a little too hard at that last part. 

“Everyone believes her.” You sniffle as you begin scrolling through all of the comments. 

“Not everyone.” He murmurs, now grabbing the phone out of your hand to search for a comment that defended you. 

It takes a while, but he finally finds one and reads it outloud. “Shut the fuck up, you brain dead slore. I can imagine your dumb ass sitting in a dark room while typing out all the lies you practiced preaching prior to this low quality interview. I can imagine the light on your screen accentuating all the facial features that people occasionally compliment you on, out of pity. You are so desperate for dick that I bet you break vibrators and dildos on a weekly basis. And if they don’t break, they’ll eventually erode since your PH is lower than fucking battery acid. I bet people get uncomfortable around you whenever you ask about how you look, because they're forced to say the opposite of what they’re thinking. They probably breathe through their mouths when you're around because your breath stinks too, raggedy bitch. ”

Sukuna doesn’t read that last sentence out loud that states they were going to make her life a living hell for messing with his friends. He definitely didn’t read that persons complimentary close either, that says, “I hope you get struck by fucking lightning, Satoru Gojo.”

You can count on him to publicly shit on someone like that without receiving any sort of punishment from his family because he’s an only child, lucky bastard. He’ll send him a text a little later though to thank him, he needed that laugh. 

“That was.. Harsh.” You all but say while holding back your own laughter.

“See? I told you.” He smiles and force closes the app, before locking your phone and setting it down on the counter. “We’ll deal with her soon, don’t think I’ll let her get away with this.”

“Thank you.” You lean your head against his chest as he slowly rubs your arm. “What about your dad?”

“What about him?” He sounds happier than usual when the topic of his father gets brought up, mainly because he can’t get Satoru’s comment out of his head. He wants to have it framed in his bathroom or something for morning motivation. 

“You can’t avoid him forever. He’s been calling you for a week straight now.” You remind him. 

“I know.” He groans. He was hoping Wasuke would somewhat calm down, but it doesn’t seem like his temper will be changing anytime soon and is trying to accept that it’ll be another fucking fight between them. “I’ll probably visit him next weekend or something. Better if I surprise him, I don’t wanna give him a chance to hire security again.” 

“You think he’ll do that again?” You brush the little scar on his lip, luckily it’s faint enough to not notice unless you're up close and personal with him. 

“I dunno.” He shrugs and leans into your hand until you’re cupping his cheek. “Wouldn’t put it past him.”

“Me neither. Want me to bake cookies that you could bring? To soften him up a little.”

“That’s ridiculous.” He almost scoffs, “You really think freshly baked cookies will make him less of a dick?”

“Obviously,” you snap at him for making your idea seem stupid. “Why else would I bring that up?”

Once again his mouth gets the best of him and now he’s left trying to gauge how annoyed you are, all so he could quickly get out of the hole he dug himself into. Abusing you behind closed doors– his fuckin’ ass. 

“Actually, that’s not a bad idea.” He backtracks and even lets out an obviously forced laugh. “He’s always been a fan of chocolate chip cookies.” He lies. 

“He likes red bean cookies.”

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seventeen: ceaseless

Summary: Working as Wasuke Itadori's personal assistant wasn't all that bad. You got paid well, the hours were reasonable, he wasn't a complete asshole like most CEO's were. But there was a catch, and it came in the form of his charismatic son that trouble always seemed to follow. Or maybe he was the problem? Just don’t say you weren’t warned about him.

genre: modern au, 18+, forbidden romance (?), jin and sukuna are twins, smut, angst, fluff, crack & all that good stuff. pls visit master list to view the rest of the tags

a/n: 6.3k?? words. anyways half of this chapter is just sukuna and reader being like *disgustingly* in love and looking back at their story. idk I have an avoidant attachment style so it might just my issue LOL. also if you find yourself confused by the setting, please look up "the and" interviews on YouTube. alright, enjoy reading!! see ya at the end notes ❤️

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“Don’t tell me you’re regretting this already.” He asks you accusingly. “It hasn’t even been 2 full weeks!”

“It’s not that!” You’re quick to offer him some sort of reassurance because he's actually pouting right now. “I’m just nervous, there’s no going back from this.”

He groans at your response, knowing damn well he gave you plenty of times to back out. “Do you wanna wait a couple more days?”

“No!” You whine at him, who’s just about fed up with the indecisiveness. 

“Then post it already!”

“Great, now you’re mad at me.” You murmur back before plopping back down on the couch. You feel like you could cry right now. 

His jaw nearly drops in disbelief from the statement. “Babe, I’m not mad. You’ve just gone through every single fuckin’ emotion this past hour. Whenever I try to throw a suggestion out there, you just argue with me to stall time.” 

“I do not. This is just stressful!” You continue to whine, yet you say it more to yourself than to him. “Can I just watch the video again?”

He shakes his head and gets up from the couch. “Do whatever the fuck you want, I’m gonna pour you up a glass of wine. You need it.” 

You guiltily mumble a ‘thanks’ to the man before setting the laptop down on the coffee table— staring at the video titled “The Most Impulsive Thing We’ve Done” for a few more seconds before pressing play once more. 

The video starts off with Choso, who runs the youtube channel that you plan to post the video on as a part of his “Couples Questionnaire” series. 

His career is quite lucrative— selling conversational card games, then choosing people to play them and posting them online. The videos range from couples that have been married for 50+ years to blind dates, with most of them having at least half a million views because watching people being vulnerable with each other is surprisingly entertaining.

You’re surprised Sukuna even agreed when Choso suggested it, he hates answering multiple questions. But it’s a better alternative than doing some interview or press release, at least he’d be able to control what gets talked about. He’d only be talking to you too, instead of some random person who’d manage to find a way to piss him off.

After Choso goes on a whole spiel about how special this video was for him and how he hoped everyone enjoys it as much as he did, the video cuts to you and Sukuna. You two are sitting across from each other in the studio Choso uses to film his videos and podcasts— very cozy compared to most professional settings, but still modern.

The first couple of minutes is just you two introducing yourselves— trying to act serious and miserably failing at it. You can even hear Choso laughing with you two in the background and telling you both to get it together, while being unable to do so himself.

In between you two is a little coffee table with a small stack of cards that you had pre-approved prior to filming. You two were planning on being honest, but still wanted to avoid certain questions that would lead to talking about his original engagement.

“Alright, let's start off with the big question that’s not in the deck.” Choso says around the 3 minute mark. “What is the most impulsive thing you two have done– could be together or separately.”

Sukuna relaxes and leans back in his seat. “Ladies first.”

“You’re really gonna make me go first?” You ask before side-eyeing the camera. 

“Absolutely.” He grins, “No need to be shy, it’s just me baby.”

Leave it to him to shamelessly sweet talk you through it on camera— making sure that part didn’t get cut out either.

You take a moment to think about it, you’ve never really done anything impulsive. Life was always relatively “safe” before meeting him, so your answer was pretty obvious. 

“Going to the courthouse with you on a random Thursday morning, having a grumpy judge marry us, then running off to Switzerland to play in the snow for a few days.” 

It all happened less than 24 hours after he had given you the ring. 

Sukuna looks directly into the camera and says “neva had a bitch like me in your life” before bursting out laughing again with Choso, all while you begin to cover your face. You already knew he wasn’t going to take half of the questions seriously with his friend around, but it ended up making you less camera shy. 

“What about you, Sukuna?” Choso asks.

“Going back to working in the office so I could get to know you better.” He admits. 

“That’s not why you came back.” You say, quickly shutting down his claims. 

“That’s exactly why I came back.” He chuckles and insists. 

“Why didn’t you tell me any sooner?!”

“I thought it was obvious!” 

“You used to fax me stripclub openings daily, that’s not something you do when you want to get to know someone.”

Choso gasps, “You did what?!”

“Calm down, most of them were fake.” Sukuna explains, as if it makes it all any better. “But yeah— I saw you and started doing the whole 9-5 thing again so I could get closer to you.”

“Psycho.” You and Choso murmur at the same time, yet it does nothing to wipe off the prideful look on the man’s face.

From there, you two took turns asking each other questions. The first question conveniently went along with his previous answer. 

“What was your first impression of me? Please try to keep the answer PG-13, Kuna.” You were quick to add. 

“I thought you were beautiful. I also thought your attitude was way too customer service-y and it made me think you were a brat behind closed doors— something I was right about, by the way.” He reaches for the next card before you could get a chance to argue with him. “What makes you feel the most loved by me? Please feel free to be as nasty as you want.” 

The camera zooms in on his little snicker, not catching the death glare you gave him. 

“I’m gonna ignore that last part and say.. when you go out of your way to make me feel better, even when I tried to push you away in the beginning.” 

Choso cuts in, “Would you be comfortable with giving us an example?”

“Yeah. Back in December, I was having a really bad day and happened to be on a flight back home when he found out. I ended up turning my phone off because I didn’t want to talk about it, but he still found out what time my flight was supposed to land and waited for me at baggage claims.”

“Mhm,” he nods. “Then I took you back home and fed you some–”

“Sukuna!”

He threw his arms out in defense. “Leftovers!”

“That’s not what you were about to say.” You retort, reaching for a card as he continued to plead his innocence. “What do you think I’m concerned about when it comes to our relationship?”

“Marriage.” He cheekily corrects you. “I feel like one one is probably losing a sense of normalcy. You also like having your own thing going on, so losing your independence would probably be another concern of yours too.” 

“Do you think she’d ever lose the two?” Choso asks. 

“If we're being honest here, life probably won’t feel very normal after this. But losing her independence? Never, I’ll always support her being her own person. I like it when she comes home and tells me all about her day and the things she’s accomplished.”

“That’s really sweet man.”

“Please don’t start crying.” Sukuna holds a hand out, as if it'd stop him. “Alright babe– what does it say here– how have you seen me grow in this relationship?” 

“Well…” You take a deep breath while thinking about it, the questions seem to get more and more personal. “I mean, after the whole faxing-me-stripclub-openings thing, you’ve always been pretty open with how you felt about me. But it’s been nice watching you being more vulnerable and opening up about some of the things you struggle with. You’re also better at explaining yourself. Instead of just saying you’re having a bad day, you talk about what’s so bad about it.”

“Was this ever something you asked him to work on?” Choso asks. 

“No, I never even knew it was something that needed to be worked on. It all just unfolded over time.”

“Glad you noticed my efforts baby.” Sukuna cuts in and says to you, before shooting Choso a little glare. “Do not ask for examples.” 

“Next question,” you quickly redirect him. “What’s a funny story from our early dating days?”

“Don’t have one. I never saw you as a joke, sweetheart.” He tries to keep a straight face, but ends up having to look away when you scoff at him. “Alright, alright. I think it was like our second or third month of dating and we went out to some bar, you were on my right and this older guy was on my left. He struck up a conversation with me, asking if we were dating and I ended up saying you were my step sister for no reason and you went along with it.”

“I almost forgot about that!” You begin to laugh at the memory. 

“I don’t think I’ll ever forget about that.” He shakes his head and turns to Choso, “she fuckin’ told this guy that we were celebrating her getting an abortion before the deadline and then kissed me on the lips right after.” 

“He didn’t stay too long after that.” You add. 

“I’m sure.” Choso says, having no reason to doubt that.

“Alright, next one.” Sukuna grabs another card. “What do you like better, backshots or prone bone?”

“That’s not a question on the card.” You respond with utmost confidence. 

“No it’s not.” He chuckles, before actually reading what was on it. “Do you feel like there’s enough emotional intimacy in our relat– ahem, marriage?” 

“You’re so annoying.” You giggle. 

“You know you like it.” He smiles at you, “C’mon, answer my question. Do our brains get freaky enough?”

“Sure.” You try not to recoil over the way he reworded the question. 

“Second part– is there anything I can do to improve our emotional bond?”

You take a moment to think about it because you really did want to say at least one thing, but there was nothing. “Nope. You’re pretty perfect in that department, unfortunately.” 

“Yeah? Do I make you feel seen?”

“Mhm. You make me feel heard too.” You giggle. “I don’t think you’ve ever made me feel unwanted. You’re really red right now by the way–” 

“Fuck off.” 

“Kay’ my turn.” You change the subject, pleased with how you were able to make him nervous for once. “How can…. actually, I don’t think this one applies to us.”

“What does it say?” He asks, leaning forward to take a look at the card. “Yeah no, pick a new one.”

“Wait! What did it say?!” Choso asks, since you two were obviously going to go on without revealing it. 

“Something about how we could improve ‘physical intimacy’ between us.” Sukuna snorts. He says something else right after, but that sentence ended up getting bleeped out in its entirety.

Choso didn’t want to risk getting the entire video taken down or getting his account reported.

“Okay new card— ouch this one’s serious. What is our biggest weakness as a couple?”

He chuckles, that one’s way too easy to answer. “I honestly don’t think I have it in me to tell you when you’re wrong.” 

“That’s actually really sweet.” You say, smiling at the man who thinks it's anything but cute.

“No seriously, you could start robbing banks for a living and I’d probably buy you a cute little burglar outfit to show my support— send you off each night saying ‘go get em’ sweetheart’.”

Choso ends up laughing the hardest at the statement, knowing he’s the same exact way with Yuki.

Towards the end of the 30 minute video, you had already finished the glass of wine Sukuna had brought you— your head’s against his chest as you two finish the rest of the video in silence, aside from a little laugh here and there. 

You think of your future self and hope this video is the first thing she thinks of whenever looking back at the very beginning of her marriage, not how scared she was to release it.

Choso has his own unique questions for each guest at the start and end of each video. The first being what your most impulsive decision was. The second— 

“I wanted to ask this since you’re newlyweds. Think about a time in the past where you felt the most uncertain about your futures— wondering where you’d end up in life, who you’d end up with, who you’d be, all that. If you could go back in time and tell that version of yourself about the person you married, what would you say?”

Sukuna feels a wet stain start to form on his shirt as you two watch each other answer that last question. He’d tease you for being sensitive on any other day, but you’d been on edge all day and Choso had an undeniable talent for asking questions that struck most people in the heart.

“I think I’d say that he’s one of the few things I didn’t have to work hard for. I ended up with someone that doesn’t make me ask for their attention, let alone beg for it.”

It couldn’t have been any more true, even getting you to talk to him at first was harder than anyone would’ve thought. He followed you around like an annoying, lost puppy in the beginning and that’s just a fact about your relationship. He’d do it all over again if it meant you’d have one less burden in your life. 

“He’s also surprisingly intuitive. Most of the time you don’t even have to tell him if you like or hate something, chances are he probably already knows. He makes life easier.”

He remembers how glossy your eyes were when answering the question and wonders how much you used to cry during that period in your life. 

Instead of asking you if you’re okay, he just rubs your back while continuing to watch it. You’re scared, he knows it— you finally found someone that makes you feel safe and there’s something about sharing this news to everyone that makes you think he’ll get taken away from you. 

The tear stain on his shirt grows as the video moves on to his answer. He took forever answering that fucking question and wonders if the sudden surge of tears from you were for his emotionally-stunted adult self or the child he once was. 

Maybe both. 

He wasn’t even thinking about what to say, he ended up dissociating from trying to push back the sudden flood of painful memories that came from Choso’s question. 

You don't yell at him when you clean his wounds. You’re light handed too.

You get mad at him sometimes and sometimes for no reason, but you admit it. You don't twist the truth to look innocent. In those rare moments, you don’t care about being right, you just want to fight. 

There’s been so many times you’ve watched him turn into a monster, yelling so loud that the walls shake and breaking anything that’s in sight. Not once have you treated him like one– not in his rage, not in the guilt that eventually replaces it. 

Would he have even believed it if someone told him about you all those years ago? Probably not.

He ends up laughing after about a couple minutes of pure silence when he realizes he could sit there for a whole hour and you still wouldn’t rush him for an answer. He inflicted enough pain onto others to even out the pain he experienced growing up, he’s past the point of being deserving of you.

“I hate explaining myself, but she makes me forget that about myself. She’s someone I want to feel understood by. I guess I’d tell him all about her patience— Choso, please.” He grimaces at the way his friend's lip began to quiver at the answer, yet thankful for the interruption.

“I can’t help it.” He argues with him from behind the camera. The bickering continues as the screen begins to dim and their voices slowly fade out, up until the replay button appears once again— marking the end of the video that’ll soon live on forever once it gets posted. 

The silence between you two is so loud that you can hear the fridge humming all the way from the living room. He takes a deep breath and swallows the small lump in his throat, blaming it on opening a bottle of red wine instead white. 

“I never asked how far back in time you went.” He says, breaking the silence.

“My freshman year of college. What about you?”

“I don’t even know, all those years were one big blur.” He says in a low tone, continuing to rub your back. He takes a couple more seconds to get himself together. “I know you’re nervous, but there’s going to be people out there that’ll see that video and fall in love with you the same way I did.” 

“You think so?” 

“Yeah I do. If not, at least they’ll see how happy I am with you. I’ve never smiled or talked that much during interviews.”

“You’re right. Can't get mad at someone who’s not stone cold for once.” You say. “Will you make sure I stay off the internet for a while after we post it?”

“Of course.” He says in relief, reaching for his phone and pulling up his Instagram drafts. He taps the very first photo, the one of you two at the courthouse. 

You’re in a little white dress, facing away from the camera to kiss him. It should be easy to tell what you two had just done prior to taking the photo, but the very shiny ring on your finger should give people a clue. 

Meanwhile you’re on the laptop, moving the cursor to the ‘post’ button. 

“Okay–” You take one last deep breath before starting the countdown, feeling a lot less nervous than the last 4 times you tried to post the video and photo. “3… 2… 1…”

—

“That little BASTARD.” Wasuke yells out at the top of his lungs, hurling his phone across his office, missing Akio by only a few inches. A part of him wishes it actually did hit him. 

Those tattoos were unmistakable and he knew for a fact that the woman in the photo wasn’t Yorozu. As if he needed the proof, his son posted that photo on his personal instagram for the whole entire world to see. 

A profile filled with photos of fast cars, getting shit-faced with his friends on his days off, and those stupid gym photos now holds a photo of him and his new “wife”. 

The photo marks the start of a new chapter in his life, one that blatantly excludes Yorozu. He’s just glad there’s not a caption for this one, he knows his son’s not above saying something stupid like “posted up with my dawgs, scooby doo type shit”. 

He still doesn’t know what that means and would rather not find out.

The conversation he had with Sukuna a couple weeks ago finally makes sense now. It was an awkward one, but it was calm— the first time they spoke in person since he punched him in the face actually. 

He didn’t know what to expect from his son at first, especially seeing him so calm. The way he knocked on his door rather than just walking in hurt him more than he’d like to admit too. 

He wasn’t even trying to be respectful when he decided to knock on the door, Sukuna just no longer felt comfortable enough to let himself in— the same man that used to randomly walk in with take-out during the middle of the day.

It was brief, but somewhat concerning with the wording he used. 

“So there’s nothing I can do to convince you to call it off, even if I paid you the same amount of money you gave them?”

And once again, he said no. “It’s not about the money. It’s about settling down, becoming a man that has something to lose.”

“So all that matters is I get married?”

Yes. He’ll even have someone to take care of him while he’s at home, think of the positives!

“It’s fine if there’s not an immediate spark, you grow to love people that nurture you.”

Sukuna thought the logic was incredibly flawed. Your idea of making him dinner half the time is assorting a charcuterie board for him, then making him clean up the mess you made since it was you that “cooked”. 

Definitely not the old-fashioned way of taking care of someone, but he still loves you plenty. 

“So a wife = good Sukuna, and that’s what secures my inheritance?” 

Wasuke almost cussed him for the way he asked that, but bit his tongue. “As simple as that, Son.” 

And with that, he simply says “okay” and walks off. 

He thought that he went back to his own office afterwards, which only made sense given the fact that he was wearing a suit and hadn't worked in person for a while. 

He walked passed his office and went back to his car, then drove straight to the fucking courthouse with some mystery woman. 

“WHERE’S JIN?!”

“I-I don’t know, Sir!” Akio answers frantically. “He’s not answering his phone either.” 

“IT’S MONDAY.” He grabs a random binder and slams it on his desk. “IT’S A FUCKING MONDAY AND NOBODY CAN GET AHOLD OF THE PEOPLE THAT ARE SET TO TAKE OVER THE FUCKING COMPANY?! KEEP CALLING THEM UNTIL ONE FINALLY PICKS UP.” 

“Um, Sir?” His second assistant, Akane, comes rushing in with a laptop in hand. “You might want to see this video that was posted at the same time as the instagram post…”

—

“Kuna, have you seen my car keys?!” You fumble out of the bedroom as you ask. You were going to be at least 30 minutes late for work today given how much you slept in.

And of course Sukuna’s been awake for quite sometime now, drinking his coffee and reading some articles— none of which have to do with either of you. 

He made sure to close those articles once he heard you shuffling around getting ready for work. 

If only he could give you some of his energy right now. You two made the announcements Saturday night, then decided to stay home and off your phones all throughout yesterday. Should you two have fucked and drank as much as you did yesterday? Your headache says no. 

“Are they not on the key hooks?” 

“No.” You begin pouting, hoping he doesn’t scold you for not putting things back to where they belong. 

“Just take one of my cars.” He offers. 

“I suck at driving other people's cars though. Mine’s smaller than all of them, I feel like I’ll end up parking weird or something.” 

“You already park weird, babe.” He lets you know. “Just take the BMW, it’s not much bigger than your car.” 

“That’s so ru— what does Mr. Higurama want? He never calls me.” You stare at your phone a little longer before sliding the screen to answer. “Hello?”

“HI.” He practically yells at the phone. You can hear multiple people in the background asking a billion questions. “How would you— GET BACK— how would you like to work from home today?”

“Is that—” you’re cut off by him slewing profanities at what seems to be a whole entire group of people. “Are there paparazzi outside the firm?!” 

“Kind of—“ 

“Mr. Higurama, would you like to share who you’re on the phone with right now?“

“NO I DON’T, FUCK YOU— they’re reporters, incredibly annoying ones— GET OUT OF MY WAY.”

“Oh my god.” Is all you can say in response at first, before clearing your throat. “Yeah I guess I’ll just work from home.”

You do your best to avoid your husband who’s snickering in the background with a newly poured cup of coffee in hand. Since he’s been checking the news and blog sites. He’s not at all surprised that there’s a crowd of reporters in front of the firm.

“Do I even need to send you a list of tasks?” Higurama’s voice calms down after stepping into the building, though he does sound pretty winded from the fast walking and reading each and every one of the reporters for filth. 

“No it’s fine, I know what to do.” 

“I figured.” He huffs out. “Alright, just… stay home for the rest of the week. Send me a list of the things you got done on friday– actually, don’t. I probably won’t even look at it anyways.”

“Okay, no problem.” You immediately agree, knowing you’ll probably just bust out a majority of the work today and take the rest of the week off. “Check back in on Sunday?”

“Hmmm, I’ll just come over for dinner on Sunday.” Your boss randomly decides. 

You turn to look at the pink haired freak who’s still listening. “Did Sukuna invite you over?”

“No, I’m inviting myself over. Tell him he’s gonna chef me up some food to make up for the absolute shit show of a week this’ll be.”

“Did you hear that?” You ask him. 

“Sure did.” Sukuna says as he walks up to you, taking the phone out of your hand to talk to the lawyer himself. “Bring me some of that rare whiskey you keep stock of– can’t pronounce the name but you know which one I’m talking about.” 

“Oh fuck you,” Higurama groans. “Fine.” 

“Bring your laptop too.” Sukuna adds. “We forgot to do a prenup so we're doing a postnuptial agreement.” 

You shoot him a look for that, it’s the first time he’s brought it up. Does he suddenly not trust you now?

“You’re really going to make me work on a Sunday? I don’t even practice family law!” Higurama argues rather childishly. 

“Just act as a mediator or something.” He waves off his protests. “I’ll grill up some steaks, it’ll be fun.” 

“Whatever.” The lawyer gives in, figuring he’ll just send him an invoice with his hourly rate doubled. Fuck what anybody says, money buys him happiness. Not like Sukuna can’t afford it either. “I’ll be there at 5:00.”

“Great. Wanna say goodbye to Mrs. Itadori?” Sukuna pokes the side of your waist as he says it.

“Nope.” He says as he plops down into his seat, “Time to get the day started. I’ll see you lovebirds on Sunday.” 

“See ya.” 

“Bye Mr. Higurama!” You say before Sukuna hangs up and sets the phone down on the counter. 

“Sooo..” Sukuna smirks and continues to lightly poke at you, not enough to actually tickle but enough for you to swat his hand away. Knowing him, he’ll keep going until it actually does, or until it starts to hurt. “I saw that little face you made when I mentioned the postnup, are you mad?”

“I was hoping you wouldn’t.” You giggle, trying to hide the discomfort. The last thing you wanted to look like was a closet gold digger. “I’m fine with having one, I guess I was just caught off guard since you haven’t mentioned it to me.” 

“I know. I just remembered it.” He says with a tinge of guilt in his voice, this has been the fastest week of his life. “It’s mainly for you— like how much of the inheritance you’ll get, spousal support, push presents, child support, alimony, all that shit. The last two aren’t happening, but it’s better to keep you safe that way.” 

“Wow, you sound so sure of yourself.” You begin to tease him and he just clicks his tongue in response. 

“Very sure of myself,” he pulls you into his arms. “But since you wanna fuck with me, I’ll make sure to add a whole year of therapy as a requirement before you’re allowed to divorce me.” He laughs menacingly and you know he means it with all his heart. 

He absolutely meant it when he said you were never getting rid of him all those months ago, and today was just another one of those reminders.

“A whole year’s a little overkill, don’t you think?”

“Nope.” He pops the ‘p’. “I told you I was gonna make this work, didn’t I?”

“You did,” you murmur as you rest your head against his chest. “Just don’t give me a time limit on babies.” You nearly plead, remembering how quick he was to suggest that you get pregnant when coming up with ideas on how to stop the wedding with Yorozu. 

He chuckles, “I won’t. Just wanna focus on you right now, we can always borrow Yuji if the thought of having them comes up.”

“He’s cute though, I feel like he’d just give us baby fever.” 

“You say that now but you’ve never seen him throw a tantrum. He turns into a fuckin’ monster.” Just thinking about them gives the burly man straight up war flashbacks. Nothing works when Yuji’s in a bad mood. He’s contemplated on calling a priest to get him exorcised more times than he’d like to admit. 

“Seriously?” You look at him in disbelief and he just nods his head in response. “I’m not looking forward to that.”

“They happen out of nowhere too.” He adds, not even trying to defend the three year old demon. “But it’ll be fine, I’ll just deal with them.”

“How kind of you.” You look up at him and smile.

“Best husband ever, huh?” He says, running his fingers across your jaw. 

“Hmmm.” You see his eye slightly twitch and end up laughing. “The best… for now.”

“Fuck you.” He says, glaring at you yet still keeping up with the soft touches. 

“So sensitive.” You continue trying to mess with him, but you’re suddenly hit with the same dread you’ve woken up with the past couple of days. 

And of course, he notices it right away. It also doesn’t take rocket science to figure out why. He’s made sure to keep you off the internet since the reveal, but he’s been wondering if you’ve checked while he’s slept. It’s one thing to think about the public's reaction, but it’s another to get online and actually read the comments. 

Half of them are actually better than he thought they’d be, talking about how his engagement with Yorozu was an obvious arrangement– putting two and two together, realizing that what he had with you was genuinely real. 

But then there’s the other half that truly believes you’re the other woman, a gold digger, and an opportunist. Ripping your character to shreds, despite not having much of an online presence or a digital footprint. 

He’s glad your social media accounts are all private and that he disabled the comments on his. He’d probably send them death threats if you both had those same comments under your posts.

Doesn’t help that Yorozu’s going on a whole slander campaign against you either— stupid, but expected. Which is why he already had a cease-and-desist drafted out and will be sending it to her lawyers soon before she does anymore damage, like going on some fucking talk show.

His only goal right now is shielding you from it all until it eventually dies down. 

And it will die down. He just hopes it blows over as fast as other scandals, but that hope is slowly dwindling down as time passes. 

The video already has over 400,000 views, which is a given. It’s a pretty cute video, if he says so himself. 

The instagram post has over 200,000 likes and he’s gained around 50 thousand followers since posting, mainly from all the gossip blogs sharing it and coming up with their own rumors.

The media and the public are having a fucking field day with this one. 

Luckily the company’s stock hasn’t gone down. It’s actually slightly gone up, for whatever weird reason. It’s a miracle. 

“You haven’t gone online, right?” He asks you to make sure. 

“No, I’m too scared.” You admit, ignorance truly is bliss. “Have you?”

“Not really.” He says casually— another white lie. He honestly wouldn’t even care if you caught him. It’s harmless, it’s meant to protect you. 

Yeah, half of the public thinks you’re a whore. How would that help you?

“Has your dad tried to reach out to you again?” You ask, trying to get your mind off the public backlash. Wasuke’s opinion is the only opinion that matters if you look at the grand scheme of things. 

“Yeah.” He grumbles. 

Everytime he picked up the phone since Saturday night, Wasuke was already screaming at the top of his lungs— making him hang up because he doesn’t wanna fucking hear it. He’ll have a conversation with him when his dad’s less emotional over everything. 

“Not too worried about his reaction though, he hasn’t texted me anything about the will nor has a lawyer contacted me. Probably just pissed at the sudden news and the embarrassment from the failed deal.” 

He almost brings up the Aizawa’s and how they’re the last people his dad should feel embarrassed towards, but he’d rather avoid the topic of them as a whole. 

“Maybe I should try to talk to him first?” You suggest. 

“No.” He immediately declines. “I’m not giving him a chance to take his anger out on you.” 

“What makes you so sure he’ll take it out on me?”

“It’s more that I’m not 100% sure he won’t. Even if it’s the slightest chance, that’s still a chance, I’m not letting you get in the middle of it. Him and I have way more to talk about than just me marrying someone else anyways.” 

He promised himself that the next time he speaks with his father, he’s laying it all out. His marriage, his life, his childhood, his mother and the fact that Wasuke can’t seem to find a middle ground between being an enabler and lieutenant lucifer with the “punishment” he conjured up.

But who knows when that’ll be, he’s not exactly looking forward to talking about all the bad things that have happened to him in his life. 

“I’m really proud of you, Kuna.” You make sure to let him know after seeing the way he tensed up. 

His brows crinkle together in confusion, “For?”

You take a moment to think about it, trying to find the best way to put it without sounding too sappy. Aside from the night he told you about his mother, he usually hates having overly emotional conversation. At the end of the day he’s an asshole that’ll make fun of you for getting too chummy.

“When this all started, you were only focused on securing your inheritance and getting what was yours. You were all anger and vengeance. And now, you’re…” 

Trying to heal a deep wound? Ending generational trauma? You’re not even sure if he realizes he’s doing that. 

“I’m what?” He chuckles, encouraging you to keep going. 

“I don’t know.” You laugh with him. “Instead of wanting to fight him, you seem like you want to start fresh with him.” 

That would be nice. “M’not sure if he’d even want that or if it’s even possible.” 

“At least you’re still trying to fix your relationship with him. And you’re going about it the mature way, talking through your problems rather than sweeping them under the rug.” 

You wonder how Wasuke will take it. He was the one complaining about having to bury all of the problems Sukuna’s caused all these years, but you’re convinced he’d rather do that than have tough conversations with his own sons. 

He’s had years to do it. 

From what Sukuna and Jin have said and from what you’ve seen in the past, he’d rather blow up on people and then act like nothing’s wrong the next day. 

“Yeah, I guess.” He murmurs, wondering if he should hire a mediator just in case. “Are you saying I’ve gotten soft?”

You almost roll your eyes at that. He has, but you’d rather not say it. He’ll eventually drop the toxic masculinity on his own with the way things are going. 

“Maturing doesn’t equate to being soft.” You correct him, hoping some reverse psychology comes into play. 

“Whatever.” He says before placing a kiss on your forehead. “Are you actually planning on working this week?” 

“A little.” You shrug. “There’s enough attention on the firm right now so I doubt anything I do would make that much of a difference.” 

“Slacker.”

“Jealous?”

“Very. Feel free to ‘distract’ me when you’re done.” 

“Will do.” You say before making your way back to the room to get out of the work clothes. 

You were thankful Higurama called you instead of letting you see all the reporters for yourself. Who knows what would’ve happened if you had to deal with all of that. 

Measuring what your reaction would’ve been based off of Higurama’s reaction was pretty pointless too, you’ve come to realize he starts his days off praying that someone gets on his last nerve. 

Despite him acting as annoyed as he did, you already walking past those reporters everyday for the rest of the week will be an exhilarating experience for him.

You on the other hand probably would’ve had a panic attack on the spot, quit, and gone home.

No point in thinking too much into it now. All that matters is that your bubble hasn’t been bursted… yet.

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enjoy this deep dive on reader and kuna’s relationship marriage! tysm to the anon that gave me the fuel to write my part, come outta hiding so i can give u a forehead kiss

a/n:

recap!:

sukuna and reader literally get married the morning after he proposed to her, then went off to Switzerland for a bit. it was kinda like their vacation (calm) before the storm bc they did that interview thing with choso right when they got back. then a couple days later, they posted the interview through Cho's account and posted the courthouse photo @ the same time.

we get a glimpse of the dark side of reader and sukuna’s relationship. he frequently tears that penthouse up and reader cleans up after him. and then reader will fight him just to fight him sometimes. it’s obv not healthy, but they just let each other crash out and come back when they’re done to soothe each other

Wasuke's losing it lol.

yorozu's talking mad shit on x rn too, but its safe to say she's losing it rn too

hope you guys enjoyed the choso and higurama appearances too btw!!!

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Controller | sukuna x f!reader

sixteen: sweet little lies

Summary: Working as Wasuke Itadori's personal assistant wasn't all that bad. You got paid well, the hours were reasonable, he wasn't a complete asshole like most CEO's were. But there was a catch, and it came in the form of his charismatic son that trouble always seemed to follow. Or maybe he was the problem? Just don’t say you weren’t warned about him.

genre: modern au, 18+, forbidden romance (?), jin and sukuna are twins, smut, angst, fluff, crack & all that good stuff

a/n: 3.7k words, enjoiiiiiii

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Jin decided to bring a surprise when coming over for dinner and it came in the form of a smaller and much cuter version of him and Sukuna. He’s a little cuddler, so of course his father carried him in— arms wrapped around his neck, his cheek squished against Jin’s.

“Hi Sukuna!” Yuji beams, managing to hurt his uncle's feelings in record time. 

Sukuna immediately starts to say something but his words just get caught in his throat. Who the fuck does this kid think he is?

“What did you just call me?” He responds sharply. 

“Sukuna!” 

It hurts just as much as it did the first time. 

“No.” He quickly objects. “Who taught you that?” 

“It’s Unckuna’s name…” Yuji simply explains, wondering why it's such a big deal, it’s literally his fucking name.

“You don’t call Uncle by his real name.” He begins to talk about himself in third person as well. “It’s either Uncle or Uncle Sukuna. Got it?” 

“Why?” 

He begins to feel frustration build up in his chest, does he really have to explain why? 

“Because I said s—“ 

“Because it hurts your uncle's feelings. Do you want to make him sad?” Jin cuts him off, giving the three year old a way better reason than what his brother came up with. Sukuna immediately glares at him for it, even more annoyed at putting the image of him being sad in the kids head.

“No.” Yuji shakes his head. “I’m sorry Uncko.”

The sincerity makes Sukuna immediately drop the death stare. 

“It’s okay Yuj.” He immediately forgives him, the boys got him wrapped around his little finger.

You were too caught up in their little interaction and the cuteness of it all to realize Yuji wasn’t even supposed to be here right now. But with the way Jin introduces him to you, you realize he’s found a way to bring him around without Wasuke realizing it, in case Yuji does let the detail slip. 

“And this is my friend, you can just call her Auntie.” Jin says to his son— it’s better that he has a secret lady friend instead of his brother. “Wanna tell her your name?”

“I’m Yuji!” 

“It’s nice to meet you Yuji!” You smile as you greet the boy back. 

All he does is giggle in return— excited to meet a new friend.

Sukuna was right, the kid totally was obsessed with him. It didn’t take long until he basically demanded that his uncle carry him instead, making some weird noise that wasn't quite a scream whenever he tried to put him down. 

You never expected Jin to have such a lively, energetic child either. He keeps his same gentle tone while Yuji’s volume is cranked all the way up. It’s probably just nature's way of leveling things out.

It makes you wonder what kind of children Sukuna would have— if he ends up wanting any. You know that he was more than willing to have one for the sake of securing his inheritance, but you wonder what’s his stance on it now. 

Being an uncle is so much more different than being an actual parent. He’s incredibly sweet as one, but he’s also able to give Yuji back at the end of the day. As a parent, there’s no coming home and forgetting about the world after a long day of work— there will be a screaming child right next to you that will somehow find a way to remind you just how terrifying the world is, and that it’ll tear them apart if you don’t teach them better ways to regulate their emotions.

He can barely self regulate on his own during traffic, sometimes you can’t believe how his initial thought was to have a literal child in order to secure his inheritance. 

“Dad said you missed your suit fitting last week.” Jin mentions, finally deciding to bring up the topic of family now that Yuji’s fast asleep in Sukuna’s arms. 

“I did.” He mutters, recalling the text he received from his father that was a lot less aggressive than usual. “I said I was sick and he just let it go.”

“He didn’t believe you.” Jin reveals and it doesn’t come as a surprise to anyone, Sukuna never gets sick. “He hasn’t mentioned the dinner you two had at the Aizawa’s, but I think he still feels bad over everything.”

“Clearly not bad enough if he rescheduled the fitting the moment I texted him saying I was sick.” He scoffs, brushing off the possibility that he could feel any remorse for him. “I got a confirmation text from the store literally 5 minutes after sending it.”

“He probably had his assistant do it for him.” Jin threw the possibility out there. 

“Alright, cut the shit.” Sukuna nearly groans at the way his brother’s trying to come to their fathers defense. “What exactly are you getting at right now— you were more than happy to help out before, are you getting cold feet or something?”

“No I–” Jin takes a deep breath before sharing his thoughts. “I guess I just feel bad looking at everything from his perspective, that’s all. He actually thinks this is what’s best for you and now I’m shutting him out in a way too.”

“Well aren’t you a little empath.” Sukuna responds sarcastically. 

It’s kind of fucking hard to see it from his perspective right now when the old man’s making it his lifes mission to marry him off to some family. 

Jin ignores the rude remark and takes a sip of his wine. He thinks about bringing up the subject of you two getting married right now, but abandons the thought after realizing neither of you brought it up tonight. It’s pretty obvious you haven’t made up your mind yet, you’d be sporting a diamond ring on your finger by now if you had.

“Do you think you’d try to go back to normal with him once this is all over?” He asks instead. 

Sukuna tilts his head and rests his cheek on top of Yuji’s head as he thinks about it— his mind’s been too occupied with coming up with an exit plan that he never considered what his relationship would be like with his father in the end. 

“That’s up to him.” He says in a much gentler tone. You’re not sure if it’s because he doesn’t want to wake the kid up or if the question struck a chord or two within him. “Yeah– it’s up to him. I’m not working for him anymore.” 

His love or approval that is, but he didn’t need to clarify that to either of you, you both understood exactly what he meant by that. This is something he’s willing to forgive, but only if he apologizes and means it. 

Even then, he’s still not entirely sure if it’ll ever completely go back to normal. He’d be married to you, which would be an issue within itself in Wasuke’s eyes. Not because of your background or social standing, but because you spent months lying to his fathers face. Listening to him complain about family-related issues at work, then going straight to the cause of a lot of those issue’s penthouse right after.

And if you decide in the end that you don’t want to marry him, then the possibility of the two reconciling would be zero to none.

Why?

Because then he’d have to take what’s his by force. 

Do you really think Wasuke would just let Sukuna turn himself over to the feds, revealing the countless occasions he’s committed cybercrime? Bribery? Espionage? 

That’s just to name a few. Hell— he’d be down to make up random crimes at that point too, just to tarnish the reputation his father’s trying so badly to save. It would never actually happen though, Wasuke would allow Sukuna to add blackmailing his very own father to that list before letting him go off to prison. 

You already know it’s a route he’s willing to take too— you were the one who begged him not to do it, purely out of fear that his father would try to call him out of his bluff, which would make him want to do it, just to prove a point. 

It’s just years lost on Sukuna’s end and a relationship completely tarnished, if it hasn’t been already. 

—-

“So?” His voice is lower than usual, mainly from how tired he was. 

It’s 11:30 at night and Satoru finally called with an update. Jin left around 9:00 pm and you went to bed shortly after, which made him take the call outside on the balcony. He finds himself slowly pacing back and forth, periodically off of it—expecting to see that same car again.

“We were able to track down the owner. Do you happen to know a Jo Masayuki?” Satoru asks.

“The fuck? No.” He’s never heard that name in his life.

“I figured. The car was stolen 6 months ago.” 

Some seconds go by before Sukuna all but grumbles back, “fuck.” 

He’s usually several steps ahead of everyone, he can’t help but feel like he’s losing his touch right now. He takes another look at the street down below, genuinely hoping the car shows up again. At least then he’d be able to go down there and rip out whoever's in it— pop them in the mouth, throw a couple threats their way, then send them off.

“Don't try to beat yourself up over it though.” Satoru tries to make his friend feel better, knowing exactly what he’s thinking right now. “We have connections with the surrounding police stations and one of the guys threw the possibility of it being stolen out there. He ended up looking through old reports and found it.”

“So you have no clue on who was actually in the car?” Sukuna sighs and asks, not even trying to hide his irritation at this point.

“Nope.” He pops the p. “You got yourself a smooth operator. Mmm— actually, no— not that smooth since they couldn’t get into your phone.” 

“Gotta upgrade the system tomorrow too.” He reminds himself, trying his best to push down the emotions that are starting to bubble up.

He’s being watched.

“You alright there?” Satoru sounds slightly concerned as he asks. 

“I’m fine.” 

I’m gonna crawl outta my fucking skin. 

“I’m sure I’ll figure out who it is once I tweak Orpheus a little bit.” He adds, in an attempt to sound more convincing.

He’ll make it his life’s mission if he has to, there’s no way he’s just going to let someone get away with this. There’s no way he’ll let whoever it is get to him first either. 

Why do you think he bugged all of Itadori & Co. during his first week of working there? To stay ahead. 

He knows who’s planning on quitting, he knows who’s giving information about his family to the media, he knows who’s loyal to the company and who isn’t.

It’s selfish, invasive, and you’re lucky he hasn’t thought of taking it a step further by revealing some of the nasty secrets he’s heard over the years. It’s not something you could come at him for either, he’s not oblivious to how fucked up it is. He accepted that part of him a long time ago.

So yes, when he can’t press a couple buttons and easily find the answers he’s looking for, it's a problem. 

A big fuckin’ problem.

“Want me to send out a couple guys to watch over the building?” Satoru offers. 

“Nah.” Sukuna easily declines, protecting himself is not an issue— it’s the other person that would need help. “Can you send some over to Romi Law though?” 

“You think they found out about your girl already?” 

“Maybe.” He hates to say it, even just the thought of it leaves him feeling unsettled. “Better safe than sorry though.” 

“Good point. Send me her schedule and I’ll have some people keep an eye on the place while she’s there.” 

“Alright, thanks.” He says, starting to wonder if he’s even going to tell you about this.

“Yeah no problem.” Satoru says, more than happy to help when he can. “I’ll talk to you later.” 

“Talk to you later. Bye.”

And right when he hangs up, he hears the sliding doors open. He wishes you were asleep right now, but he’s glad you came out right at the end of the call.

“What are you doing out here?” You nearly stumble out, barely awake.

“Just got off the phone with Satoru.” He says, you’re still looking at him weird. “Don’t look at me like that— look.” 

He shows you his call history.

“Fuck sorry,” you rub your eyes, clearly still half asleep. 

“We need to get you back to bed.” He says, tilting your chin up and kissing your cheek. “You get jealous when you're sleepy.”

“Not jealous.” You lean into his chest and mumble.

“Yeah, okay.” He responds sarcastically.

He laid awake for a bit wondering what he was going to do. 

He knows you do the typical 9 to 5, but he’s still going to ask Higurama for your schedule, along with any other events you may attend.

It’s also better that you don’t know about this. You’re already going to deal with enough once the world finds out you two got married, might as well let you enjoy the rest of this time.

“Hey Kuna?” You whisper, pulling him out of his thoughts. He thought you were asleep by now. 

“Hm?” His voice gets so deep and raspy at the end of the day. 

“Are you gonna be okay?” You cuddle up to him more as you ask. 

He rubs your back in response. “Of course I am.” 

It’s you he’s worried about. 

“Did you ever figure out who was in that car earlier today?” 

“I have a lead on someone.” He kisses your forehead as he lies to you, convincing himself it's for the best. “It’s no one serious— nothing to worry about.” 

“That’s good.” You yawn and nuzzle your face further into the crook of his neck. 

You were about to say something else but begin to doze off and he lets you. The last thing he needed right now was you asking more questions that he has no answer to. 

He was just as lost as you, it’s a thought that continues to keep him up for the rest of the night. 

—

Aside from showering and sleeping in his bed, Sukuna hasn’t left his home office since that night— doing whatever work that needed to be done for the company, then spending the rest of his time programming and testing, then troubleshooting and testing again.

It’s Wednesday and his 5th day at whatever he’s doing. He always leaves the door to his office cracked open, so each day you’ve come home from work, you’re met with the distant sounds of aggressive typing and Sukuna grumbling profanities to himself.

You decide to get dressed out of the tight work clothes and into shorts and a tank top before greeting the man. On your way to him, you stop by the kitchen to grab a protein bar, this last weekend showed you he will literally forget to eat if you don’t remind him. You've been texting him at lunch time the last 3 days too, reminding him to take a break. 

“Kuna?” You lightly knock on the door, gently calling his name. 

He doesn’t stop typing when he turns his head to look at you. He briefly checks you out before turning back to one of the multiple monitors he has on, not even offering you a hi or hello. You don’t let yourself get offended though, he begins to type way faster as you enter the dark room, showing that he’s trying to finish up whatever he’s working on before giving his full attention to you.

Which doesn’t take too long, by the time you set the protein bar down on his desk, he’s already pulling you into his lap to straddle him and peppering kisses all over your face and neck. 

“Missed you,” He mutters into the crook of your neck, before placing his lips on there too. 

“Missed you too.” You say, carding your fingers through his hair. “Were you here all day again?”

“Mhm,” he places another kiss just under your jaw. “Took a lil break when you told me to though.” 

“Good,” you whisper in a low voice, trying to not sound too affected by the sudden affection– he grinds you against him and it pulls a whimper out of you. 

“You want me to take another one?” He murmurs, smiling against your ear. 

“I dunno, you look pretty busy to me.” You respond rather stubbornly. He knows you don’t actually mean it, but still smacks your ass for it. 

His lips brush against yours. “I’ll always make time for you– you know that already.”

The intimate moment you two were having ends up getting interrupted, making the man lean his head against your chest and dramatically groan out in frustration. 

His phones ringing and the fact that it’s an unknown caller immediately sets off alarms in his head. Could it be the person he’s trying to look for right now? Or is it just another telemarketer? He doesn’t waste anymore time and quickly reaches for it.

“Hello?”

“Hi Suku–” 

The person on the other line didn’t even get a chance to finish that sentence before he hung up after realizing who that agitating voice belonged to.

You give him a weird yet confused look. You didn’t hear what the person said, but it for sure sounded like a woman. “Who was that?”

“Yorozu— she got a new phone just so she could call me.” He mutters and shakes his head in disbelief before going back to block her, again.

“It’s not that surprising, your cake tasting’s coming up in a week.” You say, trying to make sense of it, even though it’s hard. No amount of money could ever make you stay with someone who treated you the same way he treats her.

“I still can’t believe they want to go through with this after all the shit I’ve said to them.” He says, leaning back in the chair, drawing little circles on your hips with his thumbs.

Sukuna doesn’t even try to make sense of it anymore. It’s simple, they want more money, the easiest way to do it is to take Wasuke’s offer. They’re like Yuji’s mother, but worse because they’re already wealthy. 

You find yourself at a loss for words right now, not exactly sure where to take the conversation from here. You know he wants nothing to do with her– with anyone else for that matter– yet the thought of her going as far as to buying another phone to call him leaves you more than annoyed for him. 

When he blocked her, he drew a line, that was him setting a boundary. She didn’t respect that, it’s like she feels entitled to his attention even though he’s never given it to her before. Even if she’s never done anything crazy, at least to your knowledge, she’s just as bad as everyone else in your eyes. 

Instead of going ‘Hey, lets stop this. He looks really uncomfortable right now’, she buys a new fucking phone. 

“You look so mad right now.” He chuckles as your gaze suddenly meets his. 

His eyes soften whenever you take the time to truly see him. The features that you thought were so sharp all of a sudden start to round out, you’d never know about all the pain he’s ever felt or inflicted onto others with the way he is now.  

But at the end of the day, he’s no better than any of them— you fell in love with the worst one of them all. It makes you wonder how you look in his eyes as you come to terms with it, and that it’s also something you’re okay with. 

“What you’d be getting in return will make initial chaos worth it.”

He is the chaos.

“He will make you happy.”

Or destroy me completely.

“Getting cold feet?”

Not at all.

“My mind hasn’t changed.” You softly tell him. 

It shifts the mood. The once playful smirk that was on his face was replaced by a more serious expression, the reaction someone would have to any life changing news. You can’t tell what he’s thinking about, but you can tell he’s thinking about more than just one thing. 

“No?” He stills, asking in a tone almost as soft as yours.

“No.” You assure him, “Not once.”

You can’t make out the expression he had on his face either when he had you get off his lap. He looked like he was out of it, in a trance, as he excused himself from the room— swearing he’ll be back, just stay there.

“Come out here.” He says after a couple minutes.

You notice the small black box in his hand as you walk closer towards him. You also can’t help but notice that he was way more confident when presenting the earrings he got you on Christmas than he is now. He’s nervous, looking everywhere but into your eyes.

“I– uhm,” he slightly falters, trying to find the right words to say to you. “I think I’ll always feel bad about this being something we couldn’t do at our own pace, that it couldn’t all just unfold naturally. But I–“ he sighs, kicking himself over the shit he’s said so far. 

That’s the last thing anyone should be saying when proposing, even if none of this comes as a surprise to you. 

He gives himself a moment to relax before continuing. “I just need you to know that I take this, us, seriously. I want this to work, I want you to be happy.”

He opens the box, but you can’t see what’s inside since it’s facing him, though you already know what it is. 

“I also felt bad that I couldn't surprise you with some fancy proposal, but I was hoping I could surprise you with this.” He gets down on one knee and presents to you a diamond ring— it’s pretty, you could tell he had you in mind rather than just going out and buying the flashiest one he could get his hands on. “Last chance or till death do us part— are you sure you want to marry me?”

You always imagined yourself getting proposed to at a beach or at some fancy restaurant, maybe even something more elaborate, like seeing ‘will you marry me?’ spelled out using a bunch of tea lights. You also imagined having someone profess their undying love for you, saying something dramatic like they couldn’t live without you. Something more traditional.

This was barely a proposal. If anything, it was more of an apology.

Yet you find yourself more emotional than you ever imagined yourself to be at a moment like this– he’s promising he’ll do his best for you and it’s more sincere than being told ‘I love you’. 

“Yes.” You nod, wiping away a tear that started to run down your cheek. “I’m sure.”

Even after being reassured that this was something you wanted to do for him, he still found himself having a hard time believing it. But out of respect for you, he decided it wasn’t something he was going to keep torturing himself over. 

So instead, he stands back up at full height and helps put the ring on your finger. It fits– obviously. He had brought all of the rings you owned to the jewelers, where they sat there trying to figure out what the size of your ring finger was. 

He pulls you into his chest right after with a little smile on his face.

“Thank you.” He says, stroking the back of your hair as he continues to repeat those words to you in relief.

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a/n: this is the kind of ring I had in mind. still expensive, but pretty and delicate looking. its something others will obviously notice, but it doesn't scream "HEY LOOK AT ME IM SAUUUUR FUCKING RICH"

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thirteen: the sun pt. 1

Summary: Working as Wasuke Itadori's personal assistant wasn't all that bad. You got paid well, the hours were reasonable, he wasn't a complete asshole like most CEO's were. But there was a catch, and it came in the form of his charismatic son that trouble always seemed to follow. Or maybe he was the problem? Just don’t say you weren’t warned about him.

genre: modern au, 18+, forbidden romance (?), jin and sukuna are twins, smut, angst, fluff, crack & all that good stuff

chapter warnings: graphic depictions of violence, profanity, mentions of blood and violence, narcissistic parental abuse, terminal illness, death/loss of a parent, slight mention of body obsession, toxic family dynamics

a/n: 5.6k words. 1 month time skip! this may be a hard chapter for some of those that have dealt with abuse/lost a parent, so please read the chapter warnings!!! <33

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Mrs. Itadori was someone you’d stop and stare at whenever she walked into the room, the person you’d fixate on when watching people cross the street, the first face you looked at when looking at a group photo.

She was beautiful, very aware of it too. You’d assume that with the brief description alone, that she’d be too in your face, maybe even intimidating. But it was different with her. People would say she was warm and welcoming, her smooth voice drew anyone in.

A light in this world.

She was perfect— even her exits were graceful. No one ever realized that she was also the type of person who’d leave the room whenever someone attempted to take that away from her, dim her down.

The shift in her would be slight, but he caught on to it after a while. Her eyes would darken, she’d avoid looking at them to keep herself from making a face— like they didn’t belong there.

He chalked it up to insecurities at first, he wouldn’t have blamed her. He couldn’t even begin to imagine how much pressure it was trying to keep up with some of the other wives in the circle.

He kept it to himself. 

Then one day he realized it wasn’t just with women, which made him completely forget about it. It was probably just a clash in personality types. It was whatever— not like he exactly picked her out, this is arranged. Not every weird quirk of hers is going to be written down, she might not even be aware of it.

She was more than enough for him— they got along well, shared the same interests, had the same family values. 

He was surprised that she even agreed to the arrangement at first, he was sure she could always go for someone better looking than him. 

But he wasn’t complaining. He’ll always appreciate someone who didn’t go for just looks, it showed that she had a good spirit. Not like he’d actually know, he never asked why. Just a fleeting thought that he didn’t hold on to for long.

But if he asked her, she’d probably still lie. It’s a strange answer, he’d most likely be offended anyways. There was no point in hurting his feelings. 

She grew to love him. He was kind to her, took care of her, was easy to get along with. 

He was someone that made her feel good about herself.

Someone that blended into the background.

Then she eventually gave birth to two, healthy twin boys. 

They were beautiful, the talk of the neighbourhood for the longest time too. 

They took after their father the most, but she came in and refined them, almost as if she took his genes to the next level. 

He looks at his boys and thinks of them as the highest versions of himself. He wants them to surpass him. He was someone who’d gladly step aside for them.

She’s relieved they’re not girls.

He noticed being a mother of twins added to the certain kind of attention that she enjoyed. 

The kind of attention where others noticed and recognized exactly what it was that made her stand out from the rest. The compliments were so specific and she held them close to her heart.

Which he thought was fine. She probably just needed it, she felt off after having them. But he didn’t get it.

She’s probably one of the most petite women he knew. 

Sure! 

She had children, of course some parts of her body changed, but he’s not even trying to be flattering when he says it.

“Honey, you’re smaller than what you were before having the boys. I really don’t see what you’re talking about.”

She just nods in response, there’s no point in trying to explain it to him. He wouldn’t notice the difference, nobody looks at people like him in the first place, it’s why she married him.

It was never the same for her after that. At one point, she was able to look at anybody and they were already looking back at her. 

But of course, she can’t bring that up. She’d be seen as selfish, vain, that her priorities were backwards and to go take care of her fucking kids. 

There’s nothing wrong with wanting people to acknowledge me! I’m still a person.

Yet she’d never say that outloud, because some smartass would respond with something stupid like Yeah! So are we!

You probably already know how she’d respond to a statement like that. 

You might also already know how she’d respond to another mother talking about how difficult having just one baby is. 

It was only the days she took the twins out where she’d actually be approached for once— curious strangers wanting to see her boys, complimenting the full heads of fluffy pink hair and their chubby cheeks. 

Always the same discussion too, slipping in the fact that they’re a handful… but she makes it work! 

Then mentioning how much her back hurt carrying them, because she realized it leads to them saying, “I forgot to mention how good you look by the way!”

She really did enjoy it, motherhood and all. 

Her babies are sweet. Sukuna’s more energetic, so she’d usually put him in the walker. He was lucky he lived in such a big home, he had more than enough space to go crazy. 

Jin was more calm, he did not care for the walker. He was more content staying in one spot, playing with blocks or something. 

Sukuna also recently just learned that if he yelled loud enough, his mother would magically appear, then bring him back to his brother, where they’d spend the rest of their day basically attached to each other. 

Even as they got older, they stuck by each others sides. By the time they were 4, their personalities were loud and clear.

Well— maybe not Jin; he’s quiet, calm and shy. You can see it in his mannerisms, he walks slowly for no other reason than he’s just not in a rush. He has a gentle voice– sometimes people can’t hear him because of it, so he gets over his alleged shyness and speaks louder. 

And after a while, he’ll realize he’s not actually shy, he's just not a big fan of people. He won’t have too many friends because of that, but it doesn’t bother him. That just means he has more love to give— it’s something that’ll save others in ways he’d never know.

Then there’s Sukuna— who may not be as quiet and shy as his brother, but he could be calm when you needed him to be. He is outgoing, he’s never had trouble meeting new people or going to new places, he’d be the first to wave and smile at others. He’s confident, walks around with a care in the world, holding his head up high. He’ll grow up to realize most people don’t like that and he won’t care. 

People will try to break him down along the way. It’ll work at first, but then he’ll realize they were never going to like him either way, and goes back to being himself— each time he does this, he comes back angrier with less patience. It’s a constant cycle, but he’d do it as many times as it takes.

He was similar to his mother— always the first one to be seen, except he would never have to work for it in the way she did. It's just who he was. It was blatant and in your face— like the fucking sun. 

And Wasuke will never see that slight shift in her after coming to the realization.

—

There are many things Sukuna is proud of. 

One of them is being a hard worker— meeting deadlines well before their due dates, keeping an eye out for potential threats towards the company, being the team leader everyone needs him to be— not to mention the never ending amount of unofficial work he does for his father. 

He’s great at, well, all of it. 

There was actually one point in time where his father “jokingly” asked him if he’d ever be interested in taking over once he eventually steps down and retires. The only reason why he knew Wasuke was taking it into serious consideration is because he’d find a way to wiggle it into a conversation once a week for a good 3 months. 

He eventually had to sit his old man down and tell him “fuck no”, word for word. He had to admit it to himself though, it had to be the nicest indirect compliment he’d ever received. One that told him he was competent and good enough to pass on the torch to.

But he’ll continue to say it again and again, as many times as he needs to— that was Jin’s fate, not his. 

As for his own fate? 

Sell all of his shares and retire at the same time his father does. He doesn’t want to spend the rest of his life working. He might not have a rags to riches story like him, but he’s sacrificed more than enough for the family and company, whether others would like to admit it or not. 

Another thing he’s proud of is that he’s a great son, brother, and friend. 

Yeah, there maybe be some issues here and there, maybe even some fights— but one thing will always stand clear, fuck with his people and he’ll make the devil look like a saint. 

But what happens when one of his people try to fuck with him? 

He has no fucking idea, it’s never happened before. Out of all the people he knew, it just had to be one of the very few people he truly respected— Wasuke Itadori. 

Jin would never do this to him. Hell— not even Satoru would pull this shit, and that says a lot.

And no, he still doesn’t know how to get out of this and he’s reminded each time the clock ticks away, mocking him, calling him a pushover.

And that brings him to another thing he was proud of, he’s never hit a woman before, ever. 

That’s definitely not something he should be proud of, but Yorozu tests him every time she’s within his vicinity. 

He deserves an award for every time he’s had to listen to her nasally voice. Bringing up the most random, irrelevant topics, all to try to get to know him better, completely unaware of the fact that he hates small talk. It’s something he makes clear to people when first meeting them.

Even if she did start to ask him deeper questions, he’d never take the extra time and energy to answer them. He’d rather tell the tabloids before telling her anything personal about him.

He deserves a round of applause for the restraint he’s shown each time she throws her arms around him whenever she sees him— something you’ve unfortunately had to see way too many times at work this month. 

If only his family knew how much harder his life gets when you are forced to see that shit, you'll ignore him for a day or two, as if it was his fault— it’s fucking not. It’s her that comes into the office, attempting to mark her territory. 

As if she were some ratty dog that miraculously got adopted and he’s the unlucky fire hydrant that she’s just been dying to reach— dousing him in piss that contains more than enough radioactive material to give the Elephant's Foot a run for its money.

And of course you’re sugary sweet with her, because you’re a traitor. 

You’re nice to everyone.

Then you clock out and revert back to the little demon that ignores him— punishing him for things out of his control and he has to spend the rest of the day trying to make it up to you. 

The person you really should be punishing is his father, but you won’t, because that’s your boss– who’s your own ticket to a better life. Having him as a reference will open any door you want in this country. But, that’s only after being able to say that you worked for him and made him happy… for over a year. 

This alleged wedding would be happening before you reach that milestone— over his dead body.

He honestly thought that he’d calm down over everything and have a better head on his shoulders by now, but the inner turmoil has consistently stayed the same. 

It’s just as bad as ever. 

There’ve been many days where he truly felt he’d finally snap, all of which have gotten triggered by you being a fucking brat for not trusting him. 

It’s not over Yorozu either. It definitely annoys you when she touches him, but you’re not worried about him sleeping with her.

At all. 

When you first met her at the small work event she decided to crash, he did what he thought was the right thing to do and pulled you aside— reminding you that there was nothing to worry about. 

He should’ve just kept his mouth shut that day. 

He doesn’t think he’ll ever hear you laugh that loud ever again. That was it for you, the joke of the century, there’s nothing he could ever say to top that. 

Now what’s actually caused an argument or two is your lack of trust in the fact that he could get out of the arrangement. It drives him up the wall, everyone around him suffers because of it.

He wishes you’d be more jealous and territorial over him, at least then he could talk shit about her.

He can get extra creative with the insults, he’d be able to make you laugh just as hard as you did that one time— your heart would be filled to the brim with validation. But he’s given you enough validation, that much is clear from how you look at her more like an endangered bug rather than the woman who won’t call off the arrangement.

He’s convinced he could fill her hair products with nair, admit to it, and it still wouldn’t be enough to make her call it off.

He’s constantly fighting the urge to go on a rampage, expose all of his secrets— ones that make sleeping with his dad’s assistant look like a walk in the fucking park. 

Sometimes he thinks that prison might just be a better route than the one he’s currently being forced to take at the moment. Then he gets brought back down to reality from something as simple as eating breakfast with you, or pouring himself a glass of top shelf tequila— neither he’d get to experience if he took everyone down with him. 

“Hey Sukuna?”

He could just stuff you in a car and drive far, far away from here. 

But he doubts you’d like that— your reaction is what would make the justice system view it as abduction, rather than some spontaneous act between two lovers.

“Sukuna?”

What if he switched your birth control out with placebos? Shoko could probably help him with that if he paid her enough. The kid would be cute too.

No— stop.

He told himself he wouldn’t get you involved. You wouldn’t want to get involved, even if he asked. 

Good on you for being able to put your foot down though, not a lot of people can do that. Even if this is probably one of the worst times to practice setting boundaries— it’s literally the easiest way to stop this madness. 

Not to mention you’d be set for fucking life?

It’s okay, he understands. 

Including you in– any way– would increase the chances of you maybe needing to lean on him in one way or another. It would just set off warning signals in that paranoid little brain of yours— most likely learned from your family. 

But he wouldn’t know, you don’t talk about them.

Some weird complex you have.

But you’ll open up about them… eventually.

It’d be easier for you to talk about your childhood trauma’s though if you just gave Yuji a fucking cousin, then you’d have access to the best thera—

“Sukuna.” 

For fucks sake. 

“What?” 

“Will you pass the green beans, please?” Hideo immediately softens his tone after finally getting his attention, caught off guard from the way he went straight to glaring daggers at him after dozing off for god knows how long.

He thought he was high at first, but his ability to go from 0 to satan’s favorite fucking demon makes him think he’s painfully sober right now.

“Eat my shit.” He says, not sparing the man from his wrath. The steak he’s cutting into is too well done for his liking. If it were actually good, he might’ve considered responding to him with a simple “fuck off”. 

He wouldn’t.

Something else would’ve managed to piss him off, like Yorozu’s face.

“Sukuna!” Wasuke slams his fist down. “I’m so sorry, he’s usually not like thi–”

“Yes I am.” He was quick to cut him off.

It would usually be paired with a smirk, but not this time. This steak’s gonna fuck up his teeth and he’s pretty sure he could find a way to sue this family into oblivion for it.

He turns his attention back to his “fiancés” father, “You have arms, reach for them yourself, pops.”

Wasuke’s eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets. He just gets worse. “I apologize once again, Hideo. He’s–”

“No, no— it’s okay.” He assures him, “We all have our bad days, Sukuna’s not immune to them.” 

“Yeah! It’s alright, Itadori-san,” Yorozu attempts to back him up. Like father, like daughter– spineless. “I’m sure it’s been a long week for him.”

“The men are speaking.” Sukuna immediately shuts her down, trying his best not to cackle at the impeccable Zen’in impersonation. 

He doesn’t know what’s funnier, that fact that he found a way to mock that clan while telling her to shut up or imagining how you’d react to that. 

You’d probably throw your food at him, plate included, if he ever spoke to you like that— like the perfect little princess you are.

He starts to cut at the rough steak again, scratching up the ceramic plate without making it too obvious. Watching everyone clench their teeth from the sound brings him some satisfaction, but it’ll never be enough to ease the anger he feels towards everyone at this table. 

“I’m actually having a great day.” He eventually adds after letting the surprise Zen’in special take a minute or two to marinate deep into their souls. Making sure to flash her mother a smile before popping another slice of beef in his mouth. 

There’s no way in hell this isn’t some form of revenge towards the Aizawa’s from his dad’s end. The only thing that comes to mind when he looks at this family is how this is the stupidest decision his father has ever made, unless this was some hitting-two-birds-with-one-stone situation. 

It would still be fucked up, but at least he’d be somewhat impressed. He’d feel better about being sacrificed in the name of revenge, rather than being married off as punishment for stomping on a potential sex offender's face.

If it’s not some weird revenge thing, then it had to be the fact that this is probably the only family that would be willing to put up with him.

He just openly disrespected the patriarch of the family and none of them had the balls to say anything— not the parents, not Yorozu, and not even her sister, who’s apparently one of the city’s most aggressive lawyers.

He’s not concerned for Yorozu’s wellbeing in the slightest, but it’s amusing how her family is willing to put up with this, just so they could slightly climb up the social ladder— him aggressively showing signs of marital abuse this early on, that is. 

But then again, she won’t back out from the arrangement, she’s allowing him to treat them like trash at this point. 

Like clockwork, he finds himself comparing her to you, the girl who barged into his office and cussed him out for bothering her too much. You’d make him suffer if he gave you just a fraction of the treatment he gives her.

He really shouldn’t find it as attractive as he does, but he does. If anybody were to ask if he needed help, it’d be an immediate, clear and concise “no”. 

He loves it here. 

He’d even go as far as to say he’d rather have you fight him every day for the rest of his life than go another day having to pretend he’s actually going to marry this bitch. At least with you, he’d actually want to please you, make you happy.

His phone begins to buzz— speak of the devil. 

You usually get hungry around this time and he can already feel the attitude radiating from whatever passive aggressive text you just sent him. 

He should be on his way back right now— with the take out he promised you if you stayed at his penthouse and waited for him to get back.

But this family hired the world’s most incompetent chef– just so they could have something to prove, and what exactly are they trying to prove right now? 

No idea. 

Not only is he late, but they also fed him one of the worst meals he’s ever eaten in his entire life. All of which could’ve been avoided if they didn’t think they were too good for restaurants.

“Put your phone away.” His father demands through gritted teeth, clearly done with his antics for tonight.

Like he gives a fuck. 

“Fuck off.” He calmly says as he begins to read your text. 

| Anger Issues🥰⛓️‍💥💦🤌🏼: i already ordered take out. ill probably be asleep by the time you get back too, so gn

| Sukuna Itadori: im almost done. can you wait 30 more minutes for me?

| Anger Issues🥰⛓️‍💥💦🤌🏼: no im tired.

Great, he lets out a sigh. 

But he gets it, he’d probably act way worse if your positions were switched. He’s genuinely surprised at how much discipline you have in front of others, especially when this wench visits the office unannounced.

The rest of the dinner was quiet and like the last two he was forced to attend, Sukuna didn't bother saying goodbye either. 

Another no-no in Wasuke’s eyes. You’re supposed to shake the host's hand and thank them for having you, at the very least— something he’s drilled into both his son’s heads. 

Sukuna was the first one out of the two that perfected dining etiquette, but he obviously needs to remind him of again. 

Except he’s done more than enough talking, the last 26 years have been nothing but verbal warnings. 

So he starts this one off by smashing his fist on to the side of the boy's mouth. 

A boy— no man would ever act that way at dinner, let alone someone else’s home. 

“Quit fucking embarrassing me.” He says in a low tone, pointing his finger at him as if he were still a child.

He scoffs and shakes his head in response to the familiar taste of copper beginning to pool up in his mouth. Definitely not the first time Wasuke’s punched him in the face, can’t say he was caught off guard either.

He’s slow, doesn’t usually come marching up to him like that either. What always catches him off guard though is how strong his father is, safe to say he got the abnormal strength from him. 

But watching him take a step back from seeing the inevitable aftermath proves his mind wasn’t as strong as his body. 

He’s the last person that would ever file a police report or fight back, he knows he could keep going. 

But he’s talking about his father right now, the same man who had multiple guards practically jump him for having a normal human reaction to having life changing news dropped on him suddenly. 

He doesn’t get his hands dirty. He doesn’t want to see the aftermath either, especially if it’s from his own doing.

The adrenaline always kicks in the moment his brain recognizes pain, he can’t feel his face— allowing him to stare his old man down as he clicks his jaw back in place.

He wants him to know he didn’t just bust a lip.

It’s quick, takes zero effort— the only person it hurts is the man who did it to him. But sometimes he wonders what would happen if he showed some pain for once. 

You used to cup my cheeks and squish them together.

I wish I could go back and show him this– us, right now—what our future together ended up looking like.

Paying thousands of dollars to have armed guards beat on the same body you spent years trying to protect, hoping to god I don’t break.

When did that stop being a fear of yours?

Some of the many thoughts he’d like to share with him, but he genuinely couldn't. 

The words don’t come up. It’s more of a bunch of jumbled thoughts, filled with flashbacks and how he feels. 

Jin was the one who knew how to organize them and say them in the correct order, calmly letting you know what he needed you to hear.

But he’s the good twin, he’ll never know what it’s like to be labeled as the bad one, just because he yelled and laughed a little louder. He’s sure he’d have just as hard of a time trying to explain how it felt having parents that made him bleed.

She made him feel loved, gave him a sense of importance— the perfect goodbye gift for someone like him, he’d never abuse it. 

He probably would’ve spoken at the funeral too if she had left him the same gift, but who knows if that’d be enough. Those who knew her, knew that Sukuna never gave her a break.

Then there was Jin, who knocked over her favorite vase once. 

She freaked out and checked his feet for any cuts despite having shoes on, then had him do breathing exercises because he was freaking out, thinking she was going to beat his ass. 

If he did that shit, she’d actually beat his ass. Then call her friends for emotional support, because there’s always something with him. 

He’d have to listen to them feed her endless amounts of compliments, saying how lucky he was to have a mother like her, all while he had to carefully pick shards of porcelain off his feet because he didn’t have shoes on.

And if she caught him cleaning his wounds, he’d get yelled at all over again, finding a way to make his shredded up feet look like a reasonable consequence for running around the house or something. 

He was glad it was Jin who did that, she would have never done any further investigation and realized the stand was loose. 

Now take that story and multiple it by like 5, then by 12, then by 11. 

Now imagine your friend calling you that many times in the span of around 10-12 years, and you believe her every single time because you didn’t know her biggest talent is twisting the narrative. 

On top of that, your brothers shy and quiet— his existence alone made every single over-exaggerated story believable. 

Then after some time, you have your own solidified opinion of the kid because you’ve heard enough horror stories from your poor friend. You don’t hate him because it’s just wrong to feel that way about a child, but you really don’t like them. 

You don’t get why can’t they just be fucking normal for once.

They didn’t see him as her child anymore, they saw him as her burden.

Don’t you get tired of getting yelled at?!

Just listen to your mother!

You only have one mother, you need to treat her better!

She’d act exhausted every time she had company over and they’d already know why. So, they’d give her a break and scold him for her, reminding him of all the things he should be grateful for, including her. 

He never even bothered to ask them what he did wrong, because they'd insist he already knew— same answer she always gave him. She had them trained well and they didn’t even know it.

He spent those last 4 years filling his entire week up with sports and extracurriculars just to avoid her. Life would be easier, then break would hit, and she’d get on his case for staying in his room too much. 

So he’d stay out of the house completely, at one point he practically lived at Satoru’s because his parents were never home. Things would be good, then one night he came home and was bombarded with questions. 

“So what? You’d rather be a part of their family?”

“Is that your new family now?”

“You wish they were your parents instead, don’t you?”

Then later he’d overhear her crying to her friends over how she was always so worried for him and his safety. Jin doesn’t stay out that long! What is she doing wrong?!

He’s spent so many years just sitting down and trying to remember the last time she actually told her she loved him. 

When he was 14, she became terminally ill. He doesn’t know why his psyche couldn’t have held on for just a couple more months, but he doesn’t blame himself.

The concoction of pain meds rolled in and she started telling him that the years of stress he put her through is what made her get sick. 

He’s the reason why she’s dying.

3 days was all it took. He could only describe it as suffering from burnout, but towards just one specific person. After years of trying and failing and trying and failing, his brain finally pulled the plug for him. It didn’t even feel like he was avoiding her, he just didn’t care anymore, he had finally begun to live his life as she was already gone. 

His dad couldn’t blame him. He was just now finding out about the way she’d treat him when he wasn’t home.

As much as it hurt Jin, he understood too. He spent his entire life trying to take the blame for the things Sukuna would get in trouble for and she’d just find another reason to get mad at him.

His dad and brother thought getting him to say his final goodbyes would be like pulling teeth, but he went down the moment they asked. 

It’s something they spend the next decade talking about, wondering if that’s something they should’ve even done.

Even in her last days, it was clear that Sukuna wasn’t someone she was worried about.

He was just her daily form of entertainment, using him as a free punching bag stimulated some sick part in her brain. She had no use for him anymore.

All she did in those last moments with him was beg him to promise her that he’d take care of Jin— watch over him, protect him. 

Deep down, he was hoping that she’d drop the act. She didn’t have to do anything crazy like admit she enjoyed hurting him all these years. Or that the sympathy her friends offered her for pretty much having him made her feel good. 

Just talk to him the way she’d talk to Jin! 

There’s people out there that actually believe he fucking killed her, all because she wanted them to feel sorry for her and believe that she was just a person that tried her best, up until the very end.

She didn’t even have to treat him like Jin, she could just treat him like the son she sacrificed in order to gain all the love and respect she received throughout the years. 

That’s what he was anyways! Doesn’t he deserve a thank you for that? 

He suffered his whole life just so more people would cry for her— so more people would remember her. 

Can’t she just treat him like the person that helped make it all happen?

But she wouldn’t do any of that for him. 

She spoke to him as if the years of struggle she went through were actually real. As if giving him her forgiveness was the final task that would unlock the gates of heaven for her. 

He took a couple peeks into the room that they put her in, the doors were always open so he could hear the conversations that go on in there. She seemed like she’d miss them, the goodbyes sounded painful. 

He got the complete opposite, she couldn’t wait to get away from him. He saw it in her eyes, that excitement and longing people had when they were finally going back home. 

He drowned out the sound of her voice after that— waiting for her to finish taking away the last bit of love he had for her. 

The story they shared together ended with his own mother truly believing that he had slowly killed her. 

He wonders how hard she tried to make those last moments as ruthless as possible for him.

She tried to hand him a lifetime full of pain on a silver platter by refusing to give him any sort of closure. She wanted him to live the rest of his life having unanswered questions, constantly haunted by the thought of her.

It would explain why she asked him to take care of Jin in those final moments with her, she never had anything to say to him. It was a final fuck you, a reminder that he’d never compared to him in her eyes. 

She wanted him to hate his own brother so badly, that would never happen. 

He's the only person in this world he’s ever truly felt loved by, it’ll always make up for the missing pieces his parents took from him throughout the years.

And to think this shits still happening. There’s no fuckin’ point in hitting him if he’s just gonna instantly regret it. 

He spits some of the blood out onto the polished driveway before finally murmuring a response. 

“Are you happy now?”

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a/n: sukuna said y'all thought I was bad?? HERE'S MY MOM!!

so his moms just fucking evil. she’s someone that thrives off being seen as unique and special, it’s why she loved that she had twins and holds on to comments like being a light in this world. she loved wasuke and jin because they both blended into the background, they never took away from her.

and then there’s sukuna, who just naturally has all these traits she either pretends to have or worked for. she even compared him to the sun, which is in contrast to her little light in the world thing.

in her eyes he just completely obliterates her and it’s not a situation where she can just leave. so to bring herself up and to put him down, she made up stories and blew situations out of proportion to paint him out as this terrible kid and she’s just the mom that’s struggling. which makes her “special” because her friends feel bad for her, they shower her in compliments. then on top of all of that she genuinely hates him for taking her “light” away, so it’s a way to punish him for it too.

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twelve: make it work

Summary: Working as Wasuke Itadori's personal assistant wasn't all that bad. You got paid well, the hours were reasonable, he wasn't a complete asshole like most CEO's were. But there was a catch, and it came in the form of his charismatic son that trouble always seemed to follow. Or maybe he was the problem? Just don’t say you weren’t warned about him.

genre: modern au, 18+, forbidden romance (?), jin and sukuna are twins, smut, angst, fluff, crack & all that good stuff

warnings: check master list for warnings!

a/n: 2.6k words, enjoy the continuation of sukuna's meltdown <33

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“Open the door— open the FUCKING DOOR.” He yells out your name, pounding at the door so hard you’re sure he’ll break it off its hinges. “I’m not fucking leaving until you open up and fucking talk to me!”

“How could you do that to me?!” He continues to yell. His voice is raspier than ever, yet his vocal cords aren’t giving out just yet. “I trusted you– YOU WERE SOMEONE I FUCKING TRUSTED– And you couldn’t even give me a simple heads up saying, hey your dads arranging a MARRIAGE for you, that’s a big fuckin’ deal don’t you think?!” He slams his bruised fist on the door again. 

“Answer the fucking door you coward.” His voice slightly cracks, still incessantly knocking. He doesn’t even know why he’s still doing it, slowly starting to doubt that you'll open it for him, but the action somehow grounds him. It keeps him from taking it a step further like actually breaking in. 

“You BITCH.” He spat out, “You fucking bitch— I gave you so much of me. Fuck the presents, the dates, the sex— I was good to you, I was fucking PATIENT with you and what do I get in return?! I get left IN THE FUCKING DARK, ABOUT MY OWN FUCKING LIFE. You’re a bitch, and a fucking coward.” He kicks the door one last time, hard. “I better not see you again.”

He grudgingly turns around and walks off, down the hall and away from the apartment he’s slept at more times than he could count now. He thinks of all of his belongings that are still behind that door and wonders if they’re even worth trying to get back. You won’t even text him back, let alone face him, what makes him think he’d get his shit back?

Whatever, you can fucking keep it all. He turns the corner and sees two cops walking towards him. Of course you or one your neighbors called the fucking cops, wouldn’t be the first time they’ve been called over his actions. It won't be the last either.

One of them opened their mouths to speak, “Excuse me, Sir. We were called over a comp–”

“Don’t fucking talk to me.” Sukuna cuts him off while continuing to walk out, treating the two as if they were just a minor inconvenience. A waste of his time to even think about. 

The other one finally spoke up, after taking a while to decide if he was going to take the disrespect or not. By the time he says something, Sukuna was already at the exit, slamming the door shut before the guy even got a chance to finish his sentence. 

A waste of his time. All of this. He should’ve just gone straight home, he doesn’t know why he gave you the benefit of the doubt. You were the one who wanted to keep him a secret, he was stupid to think you had a good reason as to why you ignored him all day. 

A coward– he was wrong about you. You were different, just not the good kind– avoidant, disloyal, weak.

This is why he hates getting close to people. 

His drive back home wasn’t too long, you only lived 10 minutes away from him. One of the perks he liked about the building is that he didn’t have to pass through a lobby to get to his penthouse, the last thing he wanted was to deal with people right now. He swears he’ll blow a gasket if someone so much as looks in his direction. 

The first thing he sees when he steps into his home is the little line up of your house slippers and makes a mental note to throw them in the fire pit on his balcony sometime this week. He doesn’t even know why he allowed you to keep so much of your stuff here. Speaking of all of your stuff, he suddenly remembers you have an entire section of belongings in his closet, that he will also be burning, because fuck you. 

The longer he looks at these damn slippers, the angrier he gets. He’s not waiting to start up the fire pit. 

Fuck that.

He grabs all of 4 pairs and makes his way to the balcony. The sliding doors basically blast open from the man's brute force and chucks all of them off from the top floor of the building before letting out yet another frustrated yell. You could only imagine how much it pierced through the night’s stillness. It's a monday, most people are in bed by now. He should be getting ready for bed right around now too, with you, but he's not because his fucking life's falling apart.

Once he thinks he’s done, and that he’s gotten the rest of his frustration from the day out, he turns on his heel to walk back into his presumably empty home, only to find you standing behind him in complete and utter disbelief. 

“Did you just… throw my things off the balcony?” You murmur as you ask, trying your best not to start crying again—that’s all you’ve been doing since you got off work and let yourself into his penthouse. 

You had eventually fallen asleep, only to get ripped out of it from how hard Sukuna slammed his door shut after finally getting home. You were quickly met with the sight of him having a meltdown and your bunny slippers getting the short end of the stick.

“Yeah.” He nods and admits, taking a deep sigh of relief right after. He remembers all the shit he thought he said to you just 20 minutes ago and immediately starts to feel bad, promising himself that he will most definitely be taking that to the grave. “I thought you fucking left me.”

You can tell he’s been screaming and yelling more than talking from how raspy his voice is. You can also tell he’s angry. Some of it being towards you, but it doesn’t stop you from taking a few steps forward and wrapping your arms around him– leaning your head against his racing heart.

He’s still in his suit that’s no longer in it’s usual pristine condition, it’s creased in places he hates having creases in, like the sleeves and collar; there’s a few blood splatters scattered through the grey fabric. No matter how gruesome it sounds, you really hope that it’s not just his and mixed with others.

Wasuke had warned you that things would get bad, if only he knew you already fully expected Sukuna to come home in this shape– battered, chest rapidly rising and collapsing from the sudden news that you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him.

If only Wasuke knew he would be coming home to you in this condition.

You were too much of a coward to tell Sukuna, give him a chance to beat his father to the news and risk revealing that you are so much more closer to him than anyone else would have guessed.

“I’m sorry. I should’ve said something.” You nearly whisper, doing your best to push down the lump in your throat. You’d be a little more comfortable apologizing if he weren’t so tense right now. He doesn’t say anything back, he doesn’t even try to hold you back for a minute, it’s like he’s trying to process everything right now. 

And he is, having you randomly pop up changes the situation– not entirely, but he feels like he has a winning chance at the cards that have been given to him right now. 

“You’re a fuckin’ pain in the ass, you know that? You could’ve at least texted me after work.” He wraps his arms around you. Usually you’d complain about being suffocated, but you don’t mind the feeling right now, especially after the day you’ve had. “Don’t be sorry. This is between him and I.” He says, repeating his own father's words.

“Are you actually engaged now?”

“I guess so.” He hates to admit. “He’s had this planned out for 2 months now.”

“Guess we have to end things then.” You say, ripping off the bandaid, trying to not sound as hurt as you are.

“We’re not doing anything except getting in bed and going to sleep.” He chuckles. The last thing he wants to see is you being sad, but he can’t help but think it’s a little nice to see you torn up over him, even if it is just a fraction of how he reacted. “You’re mine. And so is that goddamn will.”

“Are you saying you want me to be the side chick in your marriage?” You immediately grimace at his words and begin to push yourself away from him– he doesn’t budge. 

He continues to hold you close. “I’m not marrying her.” 

“Then what do you mean by the will is yours?” You say, mocking his words, still annoyed over the thought of being the other woman even though it was you that jumped to that conclusion. “He’ll take you off of it if you don’t.”

“I’ll find a way to get out of this.” He swears, “I gave him so much of my life, let him work me like a dog. I earned that money, it’s mine. I’ll come up with something, okay?”

“Promise?”

He cups your face and tilts it up to look at him, “I promise. I’m not marrying her, I’m staying with you, and I will get that 120 mil.” He declares– you try your best to hold back your laughter on that last part, he acts like he’d be poor without it.

“Okay.” You nod, leaning in to kiss him. You can taste a hint of copper from whenever he got punched in the mouth– it was your cue to usher him back inside so you can patch him up. He looks awful. 

You were quick to get him to sit on the couch and didn’t miss the way he slightly flinched– not a good sign given how high of a pain tolerance he has. You offer to take him to the E.R, but to no one's surprise, he declines. He didn’t feel like coming up with an excuse to the doctor or nurse as to how he ended up like this. If anything he’ll just go see Shoko, Satoru’s friend who’s conveniently a doctor. 

“You know.. I could just get you pregnant. That’d be the quickest way to end this all.” He says. It makes you wonder if he has a fucking concussion. He smiles at the way your body physically stutters at the suggestion. “Just kidding.”

“No you’re not.” You mumble, shaking your head in disappointment while continuing to blot antiseptic on the wound by his temple. He laughs at your awkward reaction, but you’re able to shut him up by pressing the soaked cotton into his wound a tad bit harder. “Any other ideas?”

“I do. I should probably keep them to myself though, I don’t think any of them are legal.” He says, and you can tell he’s dead serious. 

“Good idea.” You reach for a bandaid and take it out of the wrapper. “The last thing I’d want is to testify against you.” You say as you gently cover the wound. You brush his hair back as you continue to examine him, you’ve never seen him look this tired before, not even after his weekend long benders that he drags you along with. 

“What’s on your mind?” He asks, his eyes always slightly dilate when he looks at you, it’s really sweet. 

“Are you okay?”

“No.” He answers honestly and leaves it at that. Someone he loved threw a curveball at him. He wants nothing more than for this to all end– to wake up in the morning and have everything go back to normal with his dad. But he’s trying to look at the positives, for once in his life. “I think I’d be worse off if you weren’t here though.” 

“Glad I could be here for you then.” You continue to card your fingers through his hair, something that’s always calmed him in the short duration you’ve been together. You look at the clock to see that it’s 10:00 pm, “Let’s go to bed.”

—

Sukuna’s plan so far is business as usual– you really didn’t think he’d be able to stick to it, given how angry he was last night, but he miraculously does. He’s even somewhat nice to Myra, but seeing how visibly scared she is at the 180 his personality took shows he’s done enough damage to the girl. 

Oh well, maybe one day he'll redeem himself. 

Wasuke’s quieter than usual, at first you think that he might be regretting his decision regarding his son’s entire future, but quickly swipe the thought away after seeing what the inside of his office looks like. 

He’s not sad, he’s pissed– he was so tired from the night before that he completely forgot Sukuna put multiple holes in the walls. He even fucked up one of his custom made chairs, it looks like something more fitting for an octopus rather than a human with how mangled it is. 

It makes him regret having the little intervention in here, instead of a padded room in an insane asylum, where he sometimes thinks his son should really take a trip to once in a while.

“Can you call Javier and tell him to direct the Aizawa’s to Sukuna’s office instead of mine?” He asks, picking up a broken picture frame that held a photo of the twins as kids. 

“Sure thing, Mr. Itadori.” You respond in your usual professional tone, which is honestly a lot more harder than you thought it’d be. It’s not that you’re angry with Wasuke, you get where he’s coming from, but you never thought he’d go this far to get Sukuna’s behavior under wraps. 

“And tell Javier to reach out to you when they get here, I don’t need that boy suddenly running off in the event that he accidentally calls him.” He adds.

“Got it.”

Nothing gets past his son though, for reasons only known to Sukuna. He doesn’t think he’d ever tell you about how he has the office bugged either, probably another thing he’ll be taking to the grave. 

He continues to do his work up until Orpheus alerts him over the Eyesora’s arrival and begins to mentally prepare himself for the highschool reunion from hell.

He really meant it when he said he was disgusted by Yorozu, she went from biting other kids (including him) in elementary school to giving out handjobs to literally anyone who asked behind the bleachers in highschool. 

No, he has no idea what happened to her after graduation. He always hoped he’d never find out either, but like what Jin said, luck has never been on his side. 

He’s seen her around here and there during a night out—most of them being at one of Suguru’s many nightclubs. Unfortunately she’s rich as fuck with connections too, meaning she gets to be in the vip area as well. He never actually sticks around much longer after her arrival, Satoru doesn’t like her either, so they both get the hell out of there before she could curse them with her presence. 

He gets stopped from going further down his trip to memory lane when his phone suddenly pings. 

| Anger Issues🥰⛓️‍💥💦🤌🏼: the family ur getting sold off to is visiting you and your dad soon. can’t you just like punch her in the face or something to put a stop to everything??

| Sukuna Itadori: …

| Sukuna Itadori: that’s the craziest shit i’ve ever heard you say

| Anger Issues🥰⛓️‍💥💦🤌🏼: you said you’d punch any girl in the face for me on new years 😔

| Sukuna Itadori: yeah and look where that got us

| Sukuna Itadori: wait… are you jealous?? 

| Anger Issues🥰⛓️‍💥💦🤌🏼: Read at 10:24 A.M

| Sukuna Itadori: ur jealous as FUCK rn 

| Anger Issues🥰⛓️‍💥💦🤌🏼: don’t pmo kuna

| Sukuna Itadori: don’t be jealous girl this dick is YOURS 🤭

“Sir, the Aizawa’s are headed up now.” Orpheus lets him know, ruining the fun he was having with you. 

“Great.” He groans, putting his phone away. The fact that his life has come to this is just un-fucking-believable.

He still has no idea how he's going to get himself out of this, which just makes it all the worse. It’s usually so easy fixing his "mistakes", but this one has to do with his actual family, so it’s not like he can harm them.

But he has six months, he’ll figure it out… eventually.

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a/n: reader: that dick IS mine <3

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eleven: slow dancing in a burning room

Summary: Working as Wasuke Itadori's personal assistant wasn't all that bad. You got paid well, the hours were reasonable, he wasn't a complete asshole like most CEO's were. But there was a catch, and it came in the form of his charismatic son that trouble always seemed to follow. Or maybe he was the problem? Just don’t say you weren’t warned about him.

genre: modern au, 18+, forbidden romance (?), jin and sukuna are twins, smut, angst, fluff, crack & all that good stuff

warnings: check master list for warnings!

a/n: 3.5k words of sukuna's pov! also, seito is Satoru's dad

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Tonight is Wasuke’s birthday—Watching his father grow old and get to see another year is great and all, especially since his mom was never given that opportunity. 

Forever 42. 

But tonight, somewhere in the back of his mind, this is just another formal event where he couldn’t walk in through the grand doors with you on his arm. 

Instead of you being covered in the jewelry and clothing he showers you with, you’re wearing a dress you deem more appropriate for someone of your tax bracket– whatever the hell that means. Even after downplaying yourself, you are still far more beautiful than all the other women that have attended tonight. 

Introducing you to his friends on New Years 3 months ago has been one of the best decisions he’s made for his own sanity. Granted, they’ve known about you since the night of the company gala. Apparently he got even more drunk at the after party and told a girl to get the fuck off of him because she wasn’t you, then found some other girl who looked similar to you and took her home. 

But whatever, that’s in the past. 

At least now there’s no sneaking around with you completely, none of his friends are going to say anything about you. There was nothing to gain from that.

Yet even after all of that, seeing you across the room, chatting it up with a bunch of different people, made him feel like there was something missing. You should be introducing yourself as his girlfriend right now, not as someone who worked for the company, someone who worked closely with the birthday boy. 

You both got ready together at his penthouse earlier, he wanted to leave at the same time, but you got all paranoid and drove separately from him, and arrived a whole hour later after he did. That wouldn’t have been necessary if you just allowed him to take the reins, break the news to his dad that you two were together. He would’ve approved, but you don’t believe him. 

He wondered if that was asking too much, you two never made it official, but it feels like it. Outside of work, you spend more time with him than you do alone. You two confide in each other like lovers would. You have a set of keys to his penthouse. Hell– you even have your own section in his closet. 

He wishes you’d completely let go, take a chance on him.

He waited exactly 1 hour and 45 minutes before quickly snatching you away, taking you to one of the balconies in his childhood home that no one ever goes to. The air was crisp and still, the crickets were louder than the music playing downstairs.

“And what if your dads sees us?” You ask another paranoia-induced question, while he pulls you in by the waist, swaying to the faint music with you. It reminds you both of that first night you two danced together.

He chuckles and places a kiss on top of your head. “He won’t— probably drunk as fuck with his friends right now.” He tries to reassure you.

He had a point, even if his dad were to randomly come stumbling into the room, you two might be able to get away with saying you were someone else. “Fair enough—“

“And if he did,” he gently cuts you off. “I wouldn’t care.”

“No?” 

“No,” he says sincerely, tucking your hair behind your ear before cupping the side of your face with his hand. “It’s you that wants to keep this a secret.” 

“Can you blame me?” 

“Mmm,” he let out a sigh as he thought about it. “Yeah,” he tries not to sound so blunt when saying it. “You can always quit.” It comes off as a joke, but you both know he means it.

“Then I’d be jobless.” 

“You would be jobless,” he agrees. “I’d also be taking care of you, but you don’t trust me enough to believe that.” 

“It’s not that I don’t trust you, I just don’t wanna put myself in a position where I’m left scrambling if things end between us.”

“That’s the definition of not trusting someone, babe,” he chuckles, but you don’t miss the layer of hurt in his tone. “I'd never do that to you. We don’t have to get into all of that though. I just wanna hold you right now.” He says, continuing to sway to you.

“I’m sorry, Kuna.”

“Don’t be,” he kisses your temple before pulling your head against his chest. “You don’t ever have to be sorry when it comes to me.” He concludes, before you both go silent.

Who would’ve known that out of all the people in the world, it would be Sukuna that you find solace in, your safe space.

After a minute of no longer hearing you or Sukuna speak, he decides to leave the room that leads to the balcony you two were on. He’s had his suspicions for long enough now and after catching a glimpse of you two sneaking off together, going up the servants stairs, he decided to see where you two ran off to. 

Should he have thought harder about it before doing so? Absolutely, the last thing he wanted was to catch you both in the act, but he himself was tipsy– ultimately making him follow the rabbit. 

It was bittersweet, he’s never seen his brother be that affectionate with someone. He’s never heard that many kind and patient words coming out of his mouth either. Yet he was doing both with you, the one person that was off limits. 

To think that he had found someone that made him happy at the worst timing made his heart ache for his brother. He’s only ever wanted nothing but for him to be happy, for him to feel loved, yet he ruined those chances for himself. 

He never had luck on his side, it’s the reason why he’s never relied on it.

He can only hope Sukuna enjoys this night and savors it. 

—

It’s the following Monday and you’ve been acting.. off, for lack of better terms. 

You usually respond to his texts quickly, even if it’s just liking the actual message itself. It’s not like you’re extremely busy, he’s walked by your office multiple times today– you look bored more than anything. 

Enough time has passed by since he’s started to worry about it, the spot between his fingers where he fiddles with his pen is getting red and itchy, it adds even more discomfort. It’s pushing 5:00 pm, a time where he should be relieved to be going home soon, but he feels like he’s about to jump out of his skin. 

Something’s wrong, he knows there’s something wrong, he can fucking feel it. 

“Orpheus.” He sharply calls out, aware how unnecessarily aggressive it sounded at first. There was no point in talking like that to a fucking robot.

“Good afternoon, Sukuna.” It responds to him, unbothered and overly professional, something he really needs to be right now. “What can I do for you?”

“Pull up the live audio from section n14.” He says, putting in his earpiece.

His timing was perfect, it seems like you had just walked into his fathers office when he started listening in on you two. His temperature quickly drops though, he’s never heard his father use this tone before. 

“I would like you to go home early today as well.” Wasuke tells you. “The last thing I need is for anyone to hear or see what goes on behind these doors once I break the news to Sukuna.”

“I understand.” You say, not bothering to say anything else. Your tone is unreadable, like it always is at work. It’s like you already knew what was happening. He unlocks his phone and looks at all of the messages you haven’t responded to. 

You’ve turned your read receipts off, his intuition was right, you are hiding something.

“I’ll head out now then, Sir.” 

“Thank you.” Wasuke says, seemingly relieved. 

He sends you another text, asking if you want to grab dinner later. He could hear your phone faintly ping from the live audio, you still didn't respond. 

It’s not long until he hears a knock on his door, he could tell it’s Jin from how light it is. In fact, it’s even lighter than usual this time. 

“Come in.” He immediately answers, trying his best to shove down the anxiety that’s slowly rising in his chest. 

“Hey.” His brother greets him, keeping his eyes to the ground. He tries his hardest not to stutter– it’s red flag number three for him. The first two being you ignoring him all day and his father wanting everyone to go home early.

“What do you want?” Sukuna cuts to the chase.

“Dad wants to talk to you.” He answers. “He made me come get you.”

“Didn’t think he’d ever make you play chaperone.” He shakes his head, acting as normal as he could, but seeing his twin's nervousness made him nervous as well. “Let’s go then.”

The walk to his office was eerily quiet, it was barely past five, but everyone was gone. 

“Whatever you do, do not tell dad about what you two have together.” Jin refers to you, filling the silence with a warning.

“What are you talking about?” He calmly asks, but the look on his face says otherwise. He looks like he’s been caught red-handed. 

That’s not the issue here, it’s the fact that he’s being summoned by his father and it’s not about the relationship he has with you. Jin stops him before he knocks on the door to their fathers office, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. He looks sad.. sorry for him, over a reason he’ll find out very soon. 

“Just, please–” Jin pleads in a whisper, not wanting their father to hear. “Don’t drag her into this.”

Sukuna nods in place of the words that are caught in his throat. He wants to turn around and run, but something tells him Jin’s only job right now is to stop him from running. 

He takes a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves, but it does nothing for his shaky hand that struggles to reach for the door. His legs feel like they’re a million pounds as he forces one step in front of the other, into the lion's den.

When was the last time he’s felt like this?

Has he ever felt this like before?

He’s not sure, he can’t remember right now. 

“Shut the door.” Wasuke mutters, taking one last sip of his brandy before gently setting it back down on the desk. Sukuna thought he was talking to him at first, until he realizes the room’s surrounded by guards– two are on each side of the door, two are the far corners next to Wasuke, all are armed. 

Sukuna forces out a little laugh, shoving his hands into his pockets so no one notices the way they’re uncontrollable trembling. “The fuck is happening here?” 

His father noticed it the moment he stepped into the room, making him wonder if this was the right thing to do. The last thing he wanted to see was his son act like this.

“I’m sorry to do this to you, son.” He sighs. “But enough is enough— you can’t keep living your life like this.” 

He shakes his head and tries to put a smile on his face. He’s never heard that before. “What are you talking about?” 

“You sent a politicians son to the fucking hospital on New Years.” Wasuke said through a nearly clasped jaw. “And he’s still there. All for what? Some girl? One of your whores for the night? You and I both know that wasn’t for her.” 

“How the— who told you all of this?” 

“There was a witness that night.” He says, taking a deep breath. “They have a video of you and Seito’s son stomping on that boy's face.” He opens his file drawer and slams photos onto his desk, “LOOK AT WHAT YOU DID TO HIS FACE. HE NEEDED STITCHES, SUKUNA! He is going to look at his face and think of you for the REST OF HIS FUCKING LIFE.” He finally snaps, screaming so loud that everyone in the room could feel the walls slightly shake.

His son’s disappointed him more times than he could count, but not to this degree. And to think this was over some girl he was supposedly trying to defend. 

This wasn’t for her, anyone who’d believe so is either an idiot or clearly doesn’t know him well enough. It was for him, he’ll only protect and defend people if it’s him who gets to do the dirty work. Him getting blood on his hands, as if he’s trying to baptize himself with it. 

Sukuna doesn’t just do things, unless it benefits him in one way or another. 

And in this case, he was just relieving the resentment and hatred he unfortunately carries in his heart, all thanks to his mother who couldn’t find it in herself to tell him she loves him with a heartfelt smile on her face. 

If only she had died sooner, maybe he wouldn’t have had to work so hard trying to undo the immense pain she caused him, maybe then he would’ve been able to have saved his own son from himself. 

For the longest time, it’s never truly been his fault, his actions have been natural for a child who felt unloved by a parent. They were just the consequences of not nurturing someone after bringing them into this world against their will. 

Usually he’s willing to turn a blind eye just so he can keep the peace, but this incident’s too hard to ignore, especially since this information went straight to him before Sukuna even knew it was a problem.

But everything reaches a boiling, and this was fucking it. He’s never wanted to be this hard on him, but he’s left him with no choice. He can only hope his son will understand him one day. 

“I can fix this.” Sukuna’s voice nearly breaks as he offers. “The Gojo’s are in politics too— I can call him right now. I can fix–” 

“–No need.” His father put his hand out, stopping him from rambling. At least he’s finally starting to get it, the severity of this issue. “Everything’s been cleared, paid off, swept under the fucking rug— like it always is. That’s not the issue here, this is between you and me now. Every time I think you’ve learned your lesson—think that you’ve somehow grown up—you prove me wrong.” 

“I can get therapy—“ Sukuna tries to offer and it makes his father laugh. It’s probably the funniest thing he’s ever heard his son say. 

“No.” He says, covering his face as he continues to laugh. “No—you’re getting married. The Aizawa’s youngest daughter, they’ve agreed to it. I’ve already given them the dowry.”

Sukuna lets a mixture of a scoff and laugh, the rooms so quiet you can hear a pin needle drop. “No I'm not. If anything, it’s Jin who you should send off to get married.” He says, going into a state of denial over everything he’s heard come out of the old man's mouth so far. “There’s no way in hell I’m marrying Yorozu, I’d rather go to fucking jail.” He says, and his father knows he means it with all his heart, but he has no say in the matter at this point. He’s lost those privileges and will have to work extremely hard to get them back.

“Jin’s never put our reputation on the line in the ways you have.” Wasuke reminds him. “Do you even know how much money I’ve put into saving your ass from public disgrace? And it’s barely done anything, everyone knows how you are.”

“Then I’ll just pay the fuckin’ papers and news myself—“

His father cuts him off again, “NO, Sukuna, no. I have fucking had it trying to pay off every magazine, every newspaper, every fucking newscaster there is in this goddamn COUNTRY, whether it’s my money or yours. You’re going to learn from your mistakes, and you’ll start by settling down, having a child.” 

“Dad ch—“ 

“And I will NOT ‘chill out’, I love you, you’re my fucking son— my smart, witty fucking son, but enough is ENOUGH. MILLIONS have gone out the window just covering your unapologetic ass.” His father continues to scream. “You’re getting married 6 months from now, it’s the only way you’ll change.” 

“I can’t— I fucking can’t.” He began pleading with the old man, all while holding his own tongue, wanting so badly to say your name. He remembers Jin’s words and abandons the thought. “You’re going to force me into a loveless marriage? Make me marry someone I’m disgusted by?!” He began to challenge him with a different point of view.

“It’s either that or I’m taking you out of the will and removing you from the company.” Wasuke says, continuing to stand his ground. “It’s millions on the line—hundreds of millions actually. I’ve watched you work your ass off for years now, don’t throw it all away just because you want to keep fucking around.” He harshly advises him.

“No– no.” Sukuna keeps rejecting him even though he already knows how this’ll end, his father just knows he’s trying to put up a fight. It’s in his nature, it’s why he hired armed guards that used to be highly skilled soldiers, sending a message that says “you better listen to me this time”.

Which he was right to do, Sukuna will put up a fight whether you're a demon sent straight from the depths of hell or god himself. 

It went on for hours, if anyone were still in the office, they would’ve most likely called the police from the noises that came out of Wasukes office. The yelling, the throwing, glass breaking. It was like trying to contain a feral animal. He knew his son was strong, but not to the point where he could still stand and spit in one of the guards face’s after getting tased. If he had hired one less guard, Sukuna would’ve won, no doubt about it.

2 bloodied knuckles, a black eye, and a fractured rib later, Sukuna had finally worn himself out. He tried his best to fight for both, his freedom and the will, but the old man wouldn’t budge, so he gave up. 

“Let him go.” Wasuke ordered the guards. They were so fed up with him that they tried to drop him, but of course that didn’t fucking work on Wasuke’s big brute of a son– the arms they had held back just gracefully went back in place as Sukuna tried to catch his breath, taking a seat across from his father.

“It’s not the end of the world.” His father tries to tell him, trying to bring reason into his decision. “I was a rowdy guy too, believe me. It changed after you and Jin came into the picture, then I wanted to be better for you two– better for myself.” 

His son continues to glare at him, making it hard to hold eye contact, especially when the bruising just got worse as the minutes passed. Blood trickled from his son’s temple and lip, looking at him like he wanted to skin him alive. Yet he’s never once mentioned anything about not caring about the will, so he figures Sukuna had already made up his mind. Yoruzu it is.

“I’ll never forgive you for this.” He quietly says through gritted teeth. 

“I came to the conclusion that I’d be fine with that, just as long as you don’t end up in prison or dead in a ditch somewhere for messing with the wrong person.” Wasuke murmurs. “That’s a fathers love right there, and I’m hoping you can experience that soon, finally see where I’m coming from.” 

Sukuna scoffs, getting up from his seat. The guard he body slammed not too long ago slightly flinched when he spun around to make his way towards the door. On a normal day, Sukuna would’ve laughed in his face, but he was too tired to react.

“Go to hell.” He murmurs before leaving the room, not even bothering to close the door on the way out, let alone slam it like he usually would.

The first thing he thinks of when he finally gets into his car was about you, and how you’ve most likely known about this all fucking day. But that’s after slamming the door shut and letting out the loudest, the most frustrated yell– as if his voice wasn’t raspy enough from yelling at everyone for a good 2 hours in his fathers office. It was so loud he could hear himself echo throughout the parking garage.

From there, his mind goes blank– clouded by his anger towards his family, towards you, and most importantly to himself. He doesn’t know how much time has passed since he left the parking garage, but he had finally come when he suddenly found himself in front of your door. But coming back to reality doesn’t mean coming down from the anger that was radiating off of him.

“Open the door— open the FUCKING DOOR.” He yells out your name, pounding at the door so hard you’re sure he’ll break it off its hinges. “I’m not fucking leaving until you open up and fucking talk to me!”

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a/n: sukuna: I should just die so that my dad feels bad

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nine: the only gift

Summary: Working as Wasuke Itadori's personal assistant wasn't all that bad. You got paid well, the hours were reasonable, he wasn't a complete asshole like most CEO's were. But there was a catch, and it came in the form of his charismatic son that trouble always seemed to follow. Or maybe he was the problem? Just don’t say you weren’t warned about him.

genre: modern au, 18+, forbidden romance (?), jin and sukuna are twins, smut, angst, fluff, crack & all that good stuff

warnings: check master list for warnings!

a/n: 2.8k words!!

You never thought you’d come to say it, but the last three weeks you’ve spent with Sukuna have been… normal, for a lack of better terms. You continue to act like distant coworkers and nothing more than that while at work, but outside of it, you’ve been either at his place or he’s been at yours. You never would’ve guessed he’d be the type of person who would ask if he could come along with you while you grocery shopped either, yet he did last Thursday night. That went pretty normal as well– aside from him trying to pick a fight with some random guy. 

And you say picking a fight lightly, because it was never a fair one to begin with.

There was a guy who was standing way too close to you in line, every time you took a step forward, so would he, because he had zero concept of personal space. By your third step forward towards Sukuna, who hadn’t moved an inch– watching the whole thing, he finally lost his shit. 

And you really tried to say something, in an attempt to tone down the situation, but he stepped in front of you so he could keep cussing the guy out in peace. You can’t exactly remember what he was saying, given how it all happened so fast, but you do remember Sukuna threatening to follow him home at one point, which made the stranger leave the grocery store completely– leaving behind his basket full of grocery items.

He kept an eye on him the whole time, up until he was completely out of his view. When he finally faced you, there was a grin plastered on his face, because he’s fucking Sukuna and if you’ve come to learn one thing about the man, it’s that he loves fighting. You didn’t even bother to say anything to him after that, there really was no point. He would’ve countered your argument with something along the lines of just wanting to protect you and at the end of the day, it was true.

So you chose your battles wisely, handing him the grocery bag and letting the situation go.

Because you’re seeing him secretly, there really isn’t that much to do aside from hanging out indoors with him. You two could always take a trip out of town, but given how exhausted you both were at the end of the week, you didn’t even want to entertain that thought. With the holidays quickly coming up, all you could do was hunker down and take it day by day– it was the busiest season for the company after all. 

“When do you leave again?” Sukuna asks. You’re spending another night at his place, you wouldn’t even consider it a date night at this point, you just show up afterwork and he feeds you. No complaints either, he pushes out better food than most restaurants. 

“Thursday night.” You say, looking up from your phone. “Then I come back Saturday night.”

“That’s barely 2 days.” He grimaces. “You said it’s been a year since you’ve seen them, why not stay longer?”

“There’s not really much to do there.” You shrug and Sukuna doesn’t take his eyes off you, probably because he didn’t think that answer was good enough. “I’d have to share a room with one of my siblings too and the thought of two nights is enough, they all snore.”

“...So do you.”

“No I fucking don’t.” You hiss at him and he just laughs. 

He ignores your sudden defensiveness. You actually don’t snore, he just likes getting under your skin. “You can always get a hotel, not like you can’t afford it.” He suggests.

He took a peek at your phone screen the other day while you were checking your bank account and it left him surprised, he almost considered asking you to take him out. His dad paid you way more than he did with him and Jin during their first year out of school.

“It’s not even that, honestly.” You hum as you go back to your phone, scrolling through ao3, trying to find fics you could read at the airport, plane, and when you have to deal with your family. “I guess I just don’t want to overstay my welcome either. They didn’t even let me spend my summers at home during college, I couldn’t imagine them wanting me to stay with them that long during the holidays.”

“Didn’t think they’d treat their little girl like that.” He shrugs, reaching for his beer. He never went back to live with his father after moving off to college, but it was on his own accord. He’s sure Wasuke would’ve been fine if he did want to spend his summers at home– that’s what Jin did until he met his dumbass baby mama. “You never told me they sucked that much.”

“I’m an adult.” You counter, a smile fights to tug at your lips over his comment. “Do you.. feel bad for me right now?” You dramatically gasp, making him playfully push you away. 

“Fuck off.” He rolls his eyes, going back to the pot of marinara he was stirring. “Guessing you’ll be back before New Years?”

“Mhm.” You say, chewing the rest of the garlic bread you took a bite out of. Sukuna doesn’t even know why he made some for you before he started cooking, he’s sure you’ll be full well before the food's actually done. “Why?”

“Wanna come to a New Year’s party with me?”

You raise your brows at his question. “With you? What if someone catches us together?”

“Nah.” He shakes his head. “It’s all just my friends, none of which have anything to do with the company.”

“Still… I don’t know about that.” You say, thinking of all the ways that night could go wrong. 

“What?” He turns and smirks at you. “Busy with your other friends?” 

You don’t have any in this fucking town, and he knows that– aside from Mariko, who will apparently be there with Suguru that night. “Don’t be rude, Kuna.” You scoff. 

“How about this– if we see someone we know, we’ll leave.” He says, trying to strike a deal with you. “I highly doubt it though.”

“I’ll think about it.” You respond grudgingly, reaching for just one more piece of garlic bread.

“Good girl.” He soothes, ripping the garlic bread out of your hand and popping it into his mouth. You were about to yell at him for that, because that was literally the best piece, but then he cut you off. “Go grab some plates, food’s done.”

—

“Unckuna!!” Yuji yells out, running through Wasuke’s vast home after hearing the doors open and close. 

He can't help but think about how he was this small once, carelessly running through the halls with Jin. They'd get scolded, Jin would be dry heaving with snot running down his nose, meanwhile Sukuna would refused to directly look at whoever was scolding them, he'd be pouting while his arms were crossed.

Yuji has no idea how privileged he is, being the first grandchild– being born into this family in general. And he won’t realize how spoiled he is when he opens his presents later. On a day where a good chunk of the population would be thankful to have food on the table, Yuji will be receiving a kids-sized LaFerrari, all because he complimented Wasuke on his own over the summer. He doubts Yuji even remembers giving the compliment.

Sukuna corrects him, “It’s Uncle Sukuna.” He puffs his chest out and glares at the kid, trying to intimidate him, it never works. Yuji just continues to hold his arms up because he knows his uncle will give in and pick him up eventually. And he does, because that’s his nephew and probably the purest thing he has in his life.

“Merry Christmas, Uncko.” Yuji rests his head on his shoulder and begins to pat his back as he makes his way down the grand foyer, past the double staircase, and into the kitchen where his father and brother are.

“Merry Christmas, Yuj.” He says back, before nodding at the two men, sipping on something that doesn't quite look like liquor. “Whatcha’ got there?” He asks, his interest now piqued. 

“Your nephew wanted hot cocoa.” Wasuke answers. “So we spiked ours with vodka.”

“Nice.” He says, while trying to put Yuji down. Yuji in turn does this weird pterodactyl scream that everyone’s used to at this point, so he gives up and continues to hold him. “Let me get one.” He says.

Wasuke does some whistle to call over one of the house staff, and out comes one of the newer, younger ones. Him and Jin were making jokes not too long ago about how Sukuna would be googly eyed over the girl, but to their surprise, he could care less about the woman.

It further proves their theory that Sukuna was seeing someone new. 

“Let’s see.” Sukuna says as he takes the cup from the girl and takes a sip, then grimaces at the taste. “Needs more vodka.” 

“Right away, Sir.” She nods before taking it back and adding another shot. 

He doesn’t say thank you when she hands it back to him, even with how pleased he was with it after she tweaked it. Now his brother’s more suspicious than ever, wondering what the hell had gotten into the man-whore, a title he rightfully earned. 

“I can have sip?” Yuji tilts his head and asks. 

“No can do little man.” He says, looking around to see where the hell his sippy cup went. “There it is— here, your drink’s better than mine anyways.” He says, though to him it was a lie, he doesn't think he'd ever drink chocolate milk unless it was spiked. 

“Are you all ready to open presents?” Jin cuts in, only because he was excited to watch Yuji open them. 

“Yes!” Yuji unlatches his sippy cup and yells out. He honestly forgot that he spent the past three hours pestering his father and grandfather about them. 

He also forgot that he said he hated his uncle for being late at one point during those three hours, to which Wasuke teased him about for a little bit, saying he was going to tell Sukuna he said that about him. That's what made Yuji finally stop pestering them, out of fear that Sukuna would burn all of his presents in the backyard (Wasuke's words, not his).

While Jin and Yuji have their own moment together as father and son, Sukuna decides to take the chance to sit next to Wasuke and hand him the present he got him. It was difficult getting him presents, he had everything, but hoped this one would somewhat move him. He was a fan of Edgar Allan Poe, so he got him a first print of “Tales of the Grotesque and Arabesque”.

The book was so old, it was more a collectors item, one his father didn’t own since he already had a couple first copies of the author's work. He only knew because he broke into his study at one point this year, something his father had already figured, but refrained from saying so given how excited he was over the present.

“Alright boy–” Wasuke chuckles at probably one of the most thoughtful gifts he’s ever gotten from Sukuna. “What do you want from me? Shares? The entire will?”

“Nothin’.” He laughs with him. “Just figured you’d like it.”

“Well thank you, son. And good work closing that deal in London.” He smiles and pats him on the back, before handing him a little box wrapped in matte black paper. “Remember that limited edition Patek Philippe you used to steal from me when you were a teenager… and broke?”

Sukuna holds back a laugh, remembering how pissed Wasuke was when he barged in his room that morning. He was 17, it was the morning after Gojo’s sweet 16– he doesn’t even remember how he broke it, but for some reason he thought he could return it to his fathers watch drawer and he wouldn’t notice the busted glass. He blames it on the alcohol.

“I do remember.” He grins, opening the box. And there it was, the same exact watch. “Were you able to buy this off of a collector?”

“Nope.�� Wasuke sighs. “That’s the same one.”

“No fuckin’ way. You threw it on the ground and stomped on it after yelling at me that morning.” He reminds his father. “Then you threw it in the trash.”

“Don’t remind me.” Wasuke scoffs. “I had one of the maids fetch it and I hid it in a safe. After the initial anger, I decided I’d get it fixed and give it to you one of these days.”

Wasuke’s eyes soften as he watches his trouble child excitedly put it around his wrist, it’s not often he gets to see him like this. Not even when he was younger, his usual moods were either quiet and serious or just straight up psychotic. 

“So closing that deal’s what finally made you want to give it to me?” Sukuna asks, his eyes were still on his gift, gently shaking his wrist. 

“Not exactly– I was supposed to give it to you when you graduated, but then that thing happened.”

“Yeah... sorry about that.” He says in return, though he’s not really sorry. His school’s dean had it coming. 

Wasuke ends up waving him off. “It’s behind us.” He had to donate an entire fucking building to that school to keep them from pressing charges. “You did a lot of good work this year. Keep it up and I might just give you some more of the company’s shares– but only if you stay out of trouble.” He adds, pointing at him. 

“Can’t promise that last one pops.” He pats his dad on the shoulder, a little too rough for Wasukes liking, before getting up to brag about his gift to his brother. “Look who’s dad’s favorite now bitch.”

Yuji stops and pouts at his words, it makes his only child come out. “No, I'm ganpa’s favorite!” He argues.

“You can’t even say grandpa correctly.” He says in return, then laughs because he knows how unfair it was to say that– then laughs even more because Yuji starts to cry and run to his Ganpa, asking for reassurance that he is the favorite, not Unckuna.

It wasn’t until after dinner Sukuna decided to send you a text. He refrained from trying to talk to you aside from shooting you a ‘merry christmas’ text this morning, only because he figured you were busy with your own family. 

| Sukuna Itadori: How’s it going?

To his surprise, you immediately start typing– you don’t immediately respond though. After a couple minutes of typing, then stopping, typing again, then stopping, you finally reply to him. 

| Anger Issues🥰⛓️‍💥💦🤌🏼: Annoying. I just got to the airport.

| Sukuna Itadori: ??

| Sukuna Itadori: What?

| Anger Issues🥰⛓️‍💥💦🤌🏼: I. Just. Got. To. The. Airport.

| Sukuna Itadori: Yeah I got that. Why?

| Anger Issues🥰⛓️‍💥💦🤌🏼: Read at 7:38 P.M

—

You decided to turn your phone off after your brief text to Sukuna. His texts, on top of the ones you were receiving from your parents and siblings, were getting to be too much. All you wanted at this point was to relax on the brief flight home. 

Luckily, you only packed a carry-on, so there was no need to stand and wait with a sea of other people at baggage claims. But like everyone who got off the flight, you still had to walk past the area, which is where you see Sukuna sitting off to the side. 

“How did you know what flight I was on?” You ask as you walk up to him, ripping his attention off his phone. He was playing some random phone game that was a knock off version of candy crush. 

He pockets his phone and gets up, taking the duffel bag off your shoulder and slinging it over his. “Do you really wanna know?” He cheekily asks. 

“...No, not really.” You end up mumbling. 

“That’s what I thought.” He chuckles, throwing his arm over you as you two begin to walk out of the bustling airport. He doesn’t ask about what happened, your eyes were stained red and slightly puffy– it was pretty clear how your short visit home went. “You hungry?”

“Starving.” You simply say, leaning your head against him. 

“Good. I brought home a bunch of leftovers from my dad’s, you can help me eat them.”

You spent the rest of the night eating leftovers with him, not even bothering to turn your phone back on. It was actually the only fun you had in the past 24 hours, turning it back on to see what other things your family members may have said to you would’ve just ruined it. So you lived in the moment, listening to him talk about his day and other memories he had growing up– all while some random action movie played in the background because he thought holiday movies were stupid. At one point he gets up, saying he almost forgot something, making you close your eyes. 

When he had come back less than a minute later, you opened your eyes to a little wrapped box with a red bow on top. You try to give it back immediately, because you didn’t even think to get him anything, but he refused and made you open it right then and there. 

The box contained little diamond stud earrings– a simple gift, but most likely worth thousands with the way they glistened even in the dim lighting of his living room. 

It was the only gift you received this year, actually.

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a/n: hope u enjoyed this oddly wholesome chapter <3

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controller | sukuna x f!reader master list

eight: failed attempts

Summary: Working as Wasuke Itadori's personal assistant wasn't all that bad. You got paid well, the hours were reasonable, he wasn't a complete asshole like most CEO's were. But there was a catch, and it came in the form of his charismatic son that trouble always seemed to follow. Or maybe he was the problem? Just don’t say you weren’t warned about him.

genre: modern au, 18+, forbidden romance (?), jin and sukuna are twins, smut, angst, fluff, crack & all that good stuff

warnings: explicit smut, graphic depictions of violence, mentions of drug and alcohol use, profanity, more will be added bc this is sukuna were talking about

a/n: 2.5k, no warnings you are going in blind. i did listen to waxwing by sorry tho, if you'd like to listen to that while reading ((;

Since your dinner with Mariko, you’ve attempted to avoid Sukuna– again.

Key word: Attempted.

It was easy to do at work, since it seems like he doesn't want to get caught with you either. You were also with Myra for most of the day, so it’s not like he could come into your office and pester you without her growing her own suspicions.

But once the weekend rolled around, the texts started. Not all at once, thankfully, they were throughout the day. From random memes to asking how your day was, up until 6:00 pm. 

Then your phone rang, immediately triggering your fight or flight because you already knew he was going to ask why you’ve been so quiet all day. You began to come up with a list of different excuses in your head, none of which made sense, making the call go to voicemail. Your heartbeat had begun to normalize when he called you the second time.

“Hello?” You say, after finally picking up.

“You sick or somethin’ babe?” He asks, there's amusement in his tone instead of worry.

“No– not at all.” You immediately say, forcing out a laugh. “Why do you ask?”

“Just wondering.” He chirps out, you can hear him messing with pots or pans in the background. “I’m making pizza, you should come over.”

“Homemade pizza or freezer pizza?”

He scoffs. “What do you think?”

“Freezer pizza.” 

“Wow.” He pretends to sound wounded by your answer. “You really have no trust in me, do you?”

“Who said anything about trust?”

“You’re right… I guess.” He stops himself from an oncoming ramble and remembers what he called you for in the first place. “Anyways– come over, it’s homemade. You might even learn a thing or two about pizza making. I can pick you up if you want.”

You stop yourself from smiling, you’d definitely learn a couple things, but it definitely won’t be about fucking pizza. “I can drive.” You offer.

“You sure?” He asks. “Easier for you to escape I guess.” He answers his own question, chuckling at his little joke. 

You laugh nervously with him, you didn't take it that way. “Never.” Was all you could come back with. “Be there in an hour?”

“Sounds good.” He says, grinning at the fact that he didn’t have to push you too much. “See you soon.”

“See you.” You say, hanging up a couple seconds later, making your way to the shower. 

—

“Aw, you brought cupcakes.” He stands at the door, tilting his head down to look at the bakery box in your hands. “What a sweet guest.” He says before stepping aside to let you in. 

“Couldn’t come empty handed.” You say in return, handing the box over to him. 

He takes them and leads you to the kitchen, setting it down on the corner of the counter. “Wouldn’t think twice about it if you did come empty handed though.”

You hum at that in response, you’re so used to him being horny or sarcastic, it leaves you unsure of how to respond to the sudden sincerity. 

“What toppings do you like?” He asks, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“For what?”

“...The pizza?” He looks just as puzzled as you when he answers. “Are you sure you’re not sick?”

“Sorry– I’m just tired from the week.” You come up with an excuse. You tell him what toppings you like and he surprisingly has them all. It shouldn’t really come as a surprise, the man has everything anyone could ask for. 

He already had the pizza dough made too, so all you two had to do was roll it out and add the toppings, it made you wonder if he was already expecting you to come over when he had called you earlier. 

“So what did Mariko say about me?” He asks from out of nowhere, right when you two had finished and were preparing to set them in the oven.

“What makes you think she said anything about you?” 

“Because you went to dinner with her on Thursday, then you went back to avoiding me right after. I wasn’t even sure if you’d pick up the phone earlier.” He admits.

“That’s ridiculous.” You try to brush off his words and it doesn’t work.

“Only ridiculous if it wasn't true. She’s been fucking Suguru on and off for years and that man knows how to sing— out with it.” 

“Um.” You aren't sure where to start. “She mentioned you have a stalker? And something about an abortion and suicide attempt too?” 

He chuckles, “Fuckin’ knew it.” 

“Are they not true?”

“Oh they are.” He says and it’s not very reassuring. “Did hearing all that information make you uncomfortable with me or something?”

You nod, trying your best to look him in the eye. “Honestly, yeah.”

“I think I’d feel uncomfortable if I heard all that too.” He shrugs, he was more so just trying to empathize with you. Shit like this doesn’t rattle him. “Yukiko’s the one who stalked me for a couple years, that’s been taken care of for a while though.” 

“What did you do to make her do that?” You say because you truly don't understand what would drive someone to do that.

He tilts his head and looks at you. “Are you victim blaming me?” 

“N-no.” You shake your head.

“I was just kidding—” He smirks at how scared you looked at first. “I dumped her after I found out she cheated on me, she didn’t know that I found out about it and thought I did it out of nowhere.” 

“Sorry to hear that.” You measly offer. 

“It’s fine.” He waves it off and then moves on to the next girl. “And then the second one’s Kyra, who stopped taking her birth control and poked holes in all of my condoms while I was asleep.” 

“How did you find out?” 

He refrained from telling you that every room in his penthouse had surveillance, which he checked after she told him the news– it would probably scare you off more. “I had the building's staff look through my old trash.” 

“Then you talked her out of the pregnancy?”

“I threatened her out of it.” He corrects you. “She was trying to baby trap me and I wasn’t going to let that shit slide. And like the spoiled bitch she was, who’s never been told no in her life, she came and made a scene at the company, saying she was gonna jump off the building.” 

“How did you even threaten her? Sukuna, do you realize how fucking insane that sounds?” You finally snap at him.

“Yeah, it sounds as insane as trying to fucking baby trap me.” He defended himself. “And if you’re so curious, I found out her ultra-conservative father likes fucking college boys– I blackmailed the entire family.”

Your eyes widen, “What?!”

“Yeah.” He says in response to your continued disbelief. 

His father was used to his antics, but Kyra coming into the office that day, screaming and crying, was one of those things he’ll never let go, and not in the way you’d think. He’s always known Sukuna would go to the ends of the earth to win, to make everything go his way. 

He’s always fucking been like that, even as a baby, spitting up the food he didn’t like and crying until he was fed something he liked. As a kid, arguing with his teachers over a paper he should’ve gotten a better grade on. There’s been countless occasions where he’s straight up accused them of just trying to humble him, because they didn’t like him, which made them immediately regrade said paper because he hit the nail on the head. 

Wasuke just never thought he’d go as far as to stalk Kyra’s entire family, gathering evidence, and showing up to their doorsteps with said evidence, all on his own. Most people would be standing on those doorsteps shaking, but he was fueled with rage and vengeance– more than ready to go head to head with her parents, a newswoman and a politician.

After that, he was convinced Sukuna could hold his own in court and win, even if there was clear evidence against him– he just held that much power over others. It was the day he realized he had finished his job as a father.

One son knew how to bring entire empires down while the other knew how to rebuild them, the correct way. The perfect duo.

It opened up a different type of freedom for him, the entire situation made Wasuke realize just how useful his son was. There was no need to hire private investigators or hackers after that, not when Sukuna could do it all, reducing the chances of getting caught since he had more to lose than some whistleblower going on some moral tirade. That, and the fact that he knew he was a perfectionist.

Sukuna wasn’t even going to bother adding in that he had one of Satoru’s men seduce her mother, while videotaping the whole thing. He had ammo against that entire family– even to this day, he hasn’t deleted any of the videos and pictures he had of her fucked up parents.

He takes the hand towel off his shoulder and tosses it to the counter before moving on to put the pizza in the oven. “Call it crazy or insane or whatever– I had every right to protect myself.” He adds as he shuts the oven door, followed by an awkward silence between you two. 

You leaned against the counter, now looking at your feet, twiddling your thumbs. You can’t seem to figure out if he’s mad or not. “I’m sorry you had to deal with that– and for judging you at first.”

He goes to grab two wine glasses, then a bottle of chardonnay from his wine cooler. He doesn't immediately answer until both glasses are full. “It’s alright.” He says, sliding one of the glasses over to you, then resting his elbows over the counter.

“Where are they now?” You ask, swishing the wine around the glass. 

He’s looking off in the direction of his living room, out of the floor to ceiling windows. The sun is just starting to set, coloring the sky different hues of pink and purple. “Who knows. Hope I never see them again though.”

“I wouldn’t want to see them ever again after all of that either.” You say, now looking at the sunset as well. “You’re so lucky to have a view like this.” You add, trying to change the subject, the air was getting too heavy for you. 

“I am.” He agrees, putting his arm around you and pulling you in. “Feel better?”

“Mhm.” You give him a little smile before he leans down to steal a kiss from you. 

You two end up eating the pizza and cupcakes on his balcony, where he ends up sharing a little more about himself, revealing his mother died when he was 14. You were on his lap at that point, sharing a blanket together. He sounded so casual over her death while he drew little circles around your knee, it left you unsure of how much he was actually affected by it.

Surely he was devastated over it, what child wouldn’t be?

“Were you two close?” You ask, resting your head on his shoulder. 

“Not really, Jin was closer to her– they both had the same softness to them.” He tried to be brief when answering that. He wasn’t even sure why he revealed it to you, it just came out. “What about your parents? I don’t think I’ve ever heard about you talking about them.”

“You haven’t.” You confirm. “I’m not that close with them, I’m the middle child.” You jokingly say. 

He smirks at that. “I got that vibe from you.” He says, before getting his chest smacked for ruining the mood. You refused to go into more detail at first, it was more so you could lightly punish him. But like always, you give in. 

“I don’t know, there’s 4 of us, I couldn’t imagine dividing my love equally between 4 kids like that and I guess that’s what happened.” It didn’t bother you to say it, it’s always been a fact between you and 2 of your other siblings. “They favored my oldest brother the most, gave him everything he’s always ever wanted even if they couldn’t afford it.”

“Is he some kind of genius or something? Like a child prodigy?” He plays with your hair as he begins to wonder. 

“Not at all– he’s actually always been kinda slow.” You say and you both laugh at that.

“That’s probably why he’s the favorite.” 

“No, cherishing the first born son’s always been a thing in our family. My dad’s the oldest son and we were my grandparents favorite set of grandkids because of it.”

“That’s so fuckin’ dumb.” He doesn’t bother hiding his disdain towards the tradition. “So what does he do?”

“I’m not sure honestly. Last time I heard, he was working at the local gas station.” You say and he snickers a little too loud because of it, landing himself another light smack against the chest despite you laughing with him. “I’m visiting them for christmas though, so I guess I’ll find out if he’s still there or not.”

“Keep me updated– please.” He says, trying to stop himself from making another diss towards the future patriarch of your family. He inevitably does though, because he’s a fucking asshole. “I’d love to hear more about the chronicles of your loser brother.”

“I’m sure you would.” You say, snuggling closer to him. It was starting to get cold. “What are you doing for christmas?” 

“I’ll just be at my dad’s. It’s actually fun with Yuji around– we’re getting him for the holidays this year, his slut mom’s going off to Europe with her new boyfriend.” He says, not hiding his indifference towards her, at all. 

He’s just like Wasuke when it comes to Jin, extremely protective. You refrain from revealing everything you know about Jin’s relationship with his ex and the child support battle that she’s been dragging on, even though you’ve been hearing about it weekly from Wasuke. At first you thought he was being harsh, but overtime you’ve grown to realize that he was right, she really is an opportunist. 

Now she’s trying to get at least 20k a month for child support, while having the 3 year old 30% of the time. Poor Jin.

At least Yuji was a happy kid, at least it seemed like it from all the photos and videos Sukuna showed you from last year. All of them were of him running around with a big smile on his face, surrounded by presents twice his size. 

“Are you gonna spend the night?” He asks as he puts his phone away. You almost said no, for no reason in particular, you just didn’t want to feel like you were overstaying your welcome. 

Yet your initial decision was quickly swayed after he shifted in his seat, making you feel something hard and long against your back, followed by a little bite on the crook of your neck. His little actions eventually led to you splayed out on his bed once again. 

Because like everything else in this world, he found a way to hold power over you, whether you knew it or not.

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seven: tamed

Summary: Working as Wasuke Itadori's personal assistant wasn't all that bad. You got paid well, the hours were reasonable, he wasn't a complete asshole like most CEO's were. But there was a catch, and it came in the form of his charismatic son that trouble always seemed to follow. Or maybe he was the problem? Just don’t say you weren’t warned about him.

genre: modern au, 18+, forbidden romance (?), jin and sukuna are twins, smut, angst, fluff, crack & all that good stuff

warnings: explicit smut, graphic depictions of violence, mentions of drug and alcohol use, profanity, more will be added bc this is sukuna were talking about

a/n: 3.2k words cw: mentions of abortion and suicide, nothing that has to do w/ reader of course! enjoy the midnight update lol. it’s a sukuna-centric chapter, it reminds me of a juju stroll almost, just something to move the story along but has a good amount of crumbs and info. if u see typos, ill get to them in morning

Despite getting home at 1:00 am and not falling asleep until around 2:00 am, Sukuna woke up as rejuvenated as ever for work the following morning. He goes through his usual routine and finishes right around 8:00 am. It gives him just enough time to go through some of his emails and send out a couple texts. 

| Sukuna Itadori: see ya in a bit (:

| Anger Issues🥰⛓️‍💥💦🤌🏼: read at 8:27 A.M

| Sukuna Itadori: don’t be like that ):

And right when he gets in his car to leave, he remembers to send another-

| Sukuna Itadori: ur assisting someone else today, don't fuck up or ur fired.

| useless: Sounds good! I won’t let you down!

“Yes you will.” He cackles to himself as he puts his car in drive. 

His day started off good, better than most. On top of that, he doesn’t have to sit here and tell Myra what to do every other hour, so he’s able to breeze through his work– not that it was ever that difficult. She was just more like a gnat at this point, he’s actually been considering referring her to the company's recruiter to get her set-up somewhere else within the company. She was already here anyway, might as well instead of kicking her out altogether.

The day was great, everything was according to plan, up until the corner of his monitor's screen lit up. 

“What is it, Orpheus?”

“Apologies for the disturbance, Sir. I would like to inform you that Ken Kobayashi has just entered the building and is currently in line to speak with one of the front desk attendants.”

That’s just fucking great. “Pull up security cameras 4, 6, 7, and 8 for me– with audio.”

“As you wish.”

This is why he’ll never actually truly need an assistant, Orpheus does it all and more for him, he truly doesn’t think anyone will ever compare. He does need to update his system as soon as possible though, his alert was slightly delayed by 30 seconds.

Sukuna leans back in the chair and closely watches the screen in front of him. Luckily, it’s Javier who’s helping him out today.

He waits for their conversation to end and for Ken to sit down before quickly reaching for his phone to call the front desk. 

“Javier.” He says, before he even gets the chance to introduce himself or who the caller has reached. 

“Yes sir?” 

“Who is that guy here to meet? The one you just spoke to.”

“Uhhh–” He can hear him speedily clicking away on the computer mouse. “Ken Kobayashi, Sir. He’s a journalist working under Shueisha, Inc.”

“Who’s he here to see?”

Javier gulps before answering, Sukuna never usually calls out of the blue like this unless it’s to cuss him out, or if he has very specific requests. “The head of public relations, Sir.” 

“For?” He presses for more information. He already had an idea, but didn’t need him catching on to the fact that he also had access to the camera’s audio. He’s gone long enough without Javier questioning him, or bringing his concerns with the other highers up, and would like to keep it that way. He already knew enough as is. 

“To talk about the company’s gala. He’s asking for more information, apparently his notebook and laptop got damaged shortly after the event.”

“Cancel it and move it to my books. I’ll meet him at the conference room on the 4th floor.” 

“You got it, Sir.” Javier says, because he has no other choice. 

In less than 10 minutes, he finds himself sitting only a couple feet away from the guy. He’s at the end of the long table while Ken sits on the side. If only he knew he was in the presence of the man who blew up his car, the reason why he had to take the bus everyday. 

“So what questions did you have for today, Mr. Kobayashi?” 

“I have just a few.” Ken quickly opens his notebook, immediately trying to find said questions. He’s heard enough rumors about “The Crazy Twin” to try to slack off with him. Not that he ever slacks off, but he’s sure anything other than perfection is seen so in Sukuna’s eyes. 

Sukuna can tell he’s nervous, which is laughable given how the most he’s done was give him a firm handshake and hold eye contact. He tells himself that what he did on the night of the gala was for the best, a guy like this would’ve never made you happy, he would’ve just given you second-hand embarrassment, the way he’s feeling it right now. 

“Okay, first question.” He asks and Sukuna can’t help but notice how his mannerisms are closer to that of a middle schooler than it is to a grown man. He would’ve never stood a chance. “Tell me a little bit about the organizations that your company has teamed up with for the event.”

And Sukuna does, because that was the job he took on in order for him to not get close to the floor you were on. He answers every question meticulously, with ease and confidence. He’s spent enough time with the god damn P.R team to know which answers were acceptable and which ones were not.

It all comes as a slight shock to Ken, he didn’t think any of Wasuke’s children had this level of professionalism if he were to be completely honest. He just thought they were impatient, silver-spoon fed kids. Sukuna would actually admit to it if he were to ask, but he didn’t have the balls to. But he was also more than that, him and Jin were bred to become the next generation of leaders. 

He sees the man in front of him slowly realize that with each question he precisely answers. By the end of it, he had him tamed without having to do anything aside from being himself. The fear in his eye turned into a mixture of fear and respect, he sat up a little straighter. As he went to shake his hand for the second, he didn’t seem to mind looking up at him. 

“One more question, Mr. Itadori.” Ken stops himself before leaving the conference with even better answers than you had given him. 

Sukuna just nods in response, putting his hands in pockets as he waits. 

“There was a girl I had spoken to at the gala.” He chuckles and shakes his head, looking quite smitten. “I had her number in the journal that ended up getting damaged, I was wondering if you could give her my card?”

“Sure.” He says. Ken doesn’t miss the way his eyes darken despite the warm smile that quickly grew on his face. “What was her name?”

He says your first and last name, which is interesting, you weren’t wearing a name tag that night. He doesn’t think you’d freely tell anyone your last name either, you’ve never done that with any of your colleagues or the people you met throughout the planning process of the gala. 

“Yeah, I can get this to her.” He stops himself from straight up snatching the flimsy business card out of his hand. 

“Thanks a lot.” Ken smiles and shakes his hand, he also stops the urge to fucking crush it. “See you around.” 

You won’t. 

“Take care.” He smiles back. He watches him walk away and continues to stare a hole into the back of his head until Ken steps into the elevator. 

After taking a moment to calm down, he sets a reminder on his phone 4 months from now to reach out to the CEO of Shueisha, Inc. He’s not sure what he’ll say just yet, but he had a whole 4 months to simmer on it, he’ll come up with something.

Or rather, find something in the midst of his search history that most likely had endless searches of your name until he figured out what your full name was. 

—

Towards the end of the day, Wasuke began to bombard his personal and work phone with non-stop calls. He tried his best to ignore him, but he knew his father wouldn’t let up on the phone calls, so he eventually answered the phone. 

He instantly regretted putting him on speaker, because his father immediately began to hack away disgustingly in the background, which further justified his own decision to not visit him this weekend along with Jin. 

“Su-Sukuna!” He yells out after taking a minute to breathe and clear his throat. 

“Yeah what's up?” He answers boredly. 

“What’s this with letting my assistant borrow yours?” He began interrogating him, even though he really should be resting in fucking bed and trying getting better right now. If he has to do another week's worth of extra work, he’s going to have an aneurysm. 

“Putting her to actual use for once.” He snorts, the answer was pretty obvious to him. 

Wasuke doesn’t believe him though. “What do you have planned with her?” Wasuke refers to you, continuing to press into the subject. 

“Nothing?” He rubs his eyes at the sudden accusations. Not that he was wrong, he just can’t believe that after all this time Wasuke still doesn’t trust him. “How did you even find out I let her borrow Myra in the first place?”

“Akio told me.”

“Who’s Akio?”

“My other assistant, the one that had to snap smelling salts under your nose that one time you were passed out in your office and late to a meeting.” He grits his teeth as he reminds him. 

“Right, the one you always yell at.” Sukuna mumbles to himself.

“What?!”

He leans back in his chair and puts his feet up on the desk. “Nothing– Why is Akito going around and snitching on me? I didn't do anything wrong.” 

“It’s Akio and he’s not, I asked him how things were going and he told me.” Wasuke comes to the man's defense for once, the last thing he needs is him becoming Sukuna’s next target, he’s already a nervous wreck as is. “Never mind that, what do you have planned with her?! I know you, you don’t do things out of the kindness of your heart.”

“Ouch.” He pretends to be offended. “If you’re so curious, I caught her having a full blown breakdown in the breakroom yesterday, she was talking about how stressed she was, couldn’t really hear her though past the snotty whines though.”

“She, out of all people, started crying in the breakroom?”

“Mhm.” He continued to lie, you'd cover for him.

“She would never.” He dismisses the possibility. 

“Everyone has their breaking point.”

“Like hell they do.” He spat back at his son. “You are so full of shit, you stay away from that girl.” He demands and it makes Sukuna chuckle. 

“I’m not planning anything with her.” He reassures the older man. “Don’t worry about me, old man. I just made Myra help her ‘cuz it helps all of us out at the end of the day. You should’ve seen how stressed Jin was when he got all that extra paperwork– how do you think Yuji reacted to his dad getting home late last night?”

Wasuke’s eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head as he turned it back around on him. “And since when have you cared about Yuji’s feelings?” He continues to argue, mainly because he hates being proved wrong, but Sukuna does have a good point.

“Since the day he was born?!” He scoffs. “I love my nephew, I’ll have you know.” He boyishly defends himself. 

“Y’know what–” He lets out a long sigh. “I’ll let this go just this once, the last thing I need to do is argue with a 26 year old man child. It’s bad for my health.”

“It is bad for your health.” Sukuna agrees with him. “Oh, before you go��”

“God, what is it?”

“Jin mentioned sending you a care package.. want one?” He smirks and Wasuke can just feel it. 

“Like I can’t afford one.” He scoffs at the question.

“That’s what I was sayin’.” His son chuckles. “Alright, I’ll let you go. Hope you feel better soon.”

“Tha–” Wasuke began to respond, but Sukuna hung up before he could even finish the first word, let alone the rest of the sentence.

| Pussy: You and Dad are rude. The care package has nothing to do about money, it’s the thought that counts.

| Sukuna Itadori: I can keep him in my thoughts without sending him some dumb ass package. Go back to work bitch.

“Mr. Sukuna?” Myra comes into his office after knocking a couple times. “I’m all done helping her for the day.”

“It’s still 4:30.” He points at the wall clock. “You sure she just wasn't annoyed with you and made you leave to finish the rest of the work herself?”

“N-no.” She says in response, second guessing herself and the kindness you’ve shown her all day. 

“Alright.” He shrugs and lets it go, he's still gonna ask you though. He looks around his desk, “I don’t have anything for you to do so.. I guess you can just leave.”

“Really, Sir?”

“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

“Gotcha.” She begins to look around, for no reason other than him making her a nervous wreck, and not in a good way. “Okay– I’ll head out then. See you tomorrow.”

“No need.” He’s not even looking at her anymore, his focus is on his desktop. “Just go straight to her in the morning, then go home after she excuses you. You’ll be back here on Monday, unless I tell you otherwise.”

“Sounds good.” She slightly bows. “See you Monday, Sir.”

“Yup.”

He waits until she’s gone to text you.. again. 

| Sukuna Itadori: how did everything go with myra today?

| Anger Issues🥰⛓️‍💥💦🤌🏼: good! she’s really sweet, we got a ton done today. i’m sure we’ll be finished by tomorrow noon

| Sukuna Itadori: really?

| Anger Issues🥰⛓️‍💥💦🤌🏼: yes, really. she’s smart and easy going, i told her that she was wasting away as your assistant

| Sukuna Itadori: and what did she have to say about that?

| Anger Issues🥰⛓️‍💥💦🤌🏼: she got paranoid thinking you’d hear our conversation and immediately begged me to stop. i think you traumatized her… 

| Sukuna Itadori: she’ll be fine

| Sukuna Itadori: wanna come over later? 

| Anger Issues🥰⛓️‍💥💦🤌🏼: nope! i’m hanging out with mariko after work (:

| Sukuna Itadori: boooo. come over after

| Anger Issues🥰⛓️‍💥💦🤌🏼: no way. now stop texting me, i’m trying to wrap up for today

| Sukuna Itadori: i know something else you can wrap up (;

| Sukuna Itadori: stop turning on your read receipts, ur killin me

—

“So is there anything going on with you and Sukuna?” Mariko abruptly asks after the server sets both of your meals down. You nearly choke on your water because of it, giving her all she needed to know. “No way.” She leans into the table. 

You began shaking your head, “No– no way! That would be crazy.”

“It is crazy.” She leans back and crosses her arms in amusement. “I knew there was something up with you two when he forced his way into the planning commitment.”

“Mariko, there is nothing going on between us.” You adamantly say, she doesn’t believe you. 

“I saw the way he’d stare at you, there definitely is something. Suguru even told me he requested for security to keep an eye on you last weekend”

“Who’s Sugu– top-knot?”

“Man bun,” she corrects you rather defensively. 

“You’re fucking him aren’t you? There’s no way you just corrected me over that.”

“I’ll tell you if you tell me.” 

“...Fine.”

“I knew it!” She exclaims. “He was telling me all about the cocktail tasting and how he never responded to anyone's calls or texts after he left the club with you.”

“It’s nothing serious though.” You let her know, even though it was more for yourself than anything. The rest of last night was kind of a blur, you two ended up falling asleep after your brief conversation and you woke up again at 1:00 am to kick him out of your apartment. “And don’t say anything either.” You pointed your finger at her. 

“Don’t worry, I won’t. Maybe we can go on a double date one day.” She says and you refrain from laughing over how dumb that sounds. 

You laugh at her suggestion. “Absolutely not. He doesn’t seem like that type of guy. I don’t think this’ll last anyways, I’m just letting myself have fun for once.”

“Good luck with that.”

“What do you mean by that?”

She looked at you as if she said more than she should've. “We’ve been in the same circle for a while now…” She takes a moment to think through how she’s going to say it. “Let’s just say the women he has flings with end up kind of… obsessed? I really have no other way to put it.”

Your heart slightly drops because of it. Not because you had feelings for him or anything, but that piece of information just sounded scary. “What do you mean obsessed?”

“Like the last girl he used to bring around to parties and events ended up stalking him after he broke things off with her.” 

“Oh…” You don’t really know what to say to that. You almost felt bad for Sukuna, but immediately chalked it up to him being an asshole. He probably drove the poor girl crazy. 

Mariko continues, “And the girl before that, he talked her into getting an abortion. Apparently he said they’d still stay together, but then he ended up dumping her anyway and she showed up to their office threatening to kill herself.”

Your eyes widen, “I don’t think I want to see him anymore.”

“Oh my god, no!” She tries to stop you from almost panicking. “To be fair, he kind of has a thing for psychos.”

“How is that supposed to make me feel better?!” You yell-whisper. “All that tells me is he creates problems for himself.”

“He was really good to them though!” She continued to try to put out the fire she started. “Look, forget I even said anything. I’ve seen the way he looks at you and he seems to really like you, I felt it way before that night at the club.”

“You expect me to forget all of that?” You sound defeated when you ask. “I don’t know if I can.” You say as you begin to question all of your life choices in the short span of a week. 

“Okay, okay– here,” she tries to reel you back in. “Are you crazy?”

You shake your head, “No.”

“There we have it!” She clasps her hands together. “Problem solved.”

“How does that solve anything?” You began to laugh.

“It shows you won’t lose your mind in the event that anything happens!” She continues to explain and she sounds just as delusional as the rest of that friend group. “Just don’t try to think about it too much. People do change.”

You doubt this one will.

“I’ll try not to,” you nervously say. “At least I won’t be going to any events or parties with him.”

“Why not?”

“Well 1. We’re just fucking. 2. I work for the company and I don’t want to lose my job.”

“Oh yeah.” She says and you mock her by repeating her words. 

“It’s just easier that way too. I don’t need to get caught up in the mix of his personal life, more than I already have at least.” You set your fork down and wiped the corners of your mouth. “Anyways, wanna grab ice cream after this?”

next

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six: I like the way you kiss me

Summary: Working as Wasuke Itadori's personal assistant wasn't all that bad. You got paid well, the hours were reasonable, he wasn't a complete asshole like most CEO's were. But there was a catch, and it came in the form of his charismatic son that trouble always seemed to follow. Or maybe he was the problem? Just don’t say you weren’t warned about him.

genre: modern au, 18+, forbidden romance (?), jin and sukuna are twins, smut, angst, fluff, crack & all that good stuff

warnings: explicit smut, graphic depictions of violence, mentions of drug and alcohol use, profanity, more will be added bc this is sukuna were talking about

a/n: 5.5k!! i just wanted to say.. some of y’all folded SO FAST for this man?? like, controller readers after ch. 5: 🤰 AHHHHHHH🤣🤣🤣 enjoy the chapter, I threw some shade at myself in that first scene and i hope some of you feel targeted too ❤️ 🫶🏻 cw: be sure to check out the updates fic warnings!

Monday is, and always will be, the hardest day out of the week to get up and get going. This morning was by no means an exception. It didn’t take until finding an outfit to wear and trying on different things in front of the mirror to realize you haven't actually looked at one since you got home last night. 

From the neck down, you are covered in hickeys. Some pinkish, some a deep purple, and then there was one that just gave you the fucking chills– a whole bitemark on the crook of your neck, and unfortunately, you have no idea when exactly that happened.

Thank god for winter, it allows you to throw on a turtleneck with a pair of slacks so no one asks if you are in need of help. 

You do.

Just not that type of help, it's more mental at this point.

Pair the turtle neck up with some heels and dainty jewelry, and now you actually look like a functioning adult in society, rather than the person Sukuna dwindled you down to over the course of the weekend– a fucking mess. 

You’re convinced his cum reached your brain and drowned the limited amount of cells you had in it, it would explain why you don't feel as remorseful as you should be. That was the best fucking weekend of your life and you hope to god no one ever finds out about all the ways he stretched your body and pushed your mind to it’s absolute limit. 

But enough about Sukuna.

Even if you did end up staying the entire weekend, it was still only a one time thing in your mind since you never actually stepped out of that penthouse, not until he took you back home last night. 

Which was a whole ordeal on its own, he wanted to see what the inside of your apartment looked like, you didn’t want him to see what the inside of your apartment looked like, so you came to a middle ground and let him fuck you once more inside of his spacious escalade that had tinted windows. 

But now, fun’s over, you two fucked out whatever strange feelings you had towards each other, it’s back to real life. 

Never again.

You take one last look in the mirror and slightly pull your turtleneck up, reminding yourself that who you were this weekend isn’t actually who you are, and head out. 

Today is a new day.

—

“Orpheus.”

“Hello Sukuna, how can I assist you this morning?”

“How many individuals are currently in section n14.”

“2,” the monitor says back. “Jin Itadori and Anger Issues.”

“He should’ve been here hours ago,” he mutters to himself. “Alright, great. That would be all.” He says before closing the conversation. He moved on to open the drawer to his left, grabbing his earpiece.

“So your dad wanted me to give these tasks to you,” You say while handing him a file. “And then these are for Sukuna, could you give them to him? I’m swamped with having to reschedule all of his meetings.”

Liar.

“Yeah of course.” He says, grabbing the two files from you. “Was there anything you needed help with? Maybe one of us could help, or maybe even Akio?”

“No, I'm sure it’ll be fine. I’ll let one of you know if I do need help though.”

No you won’t.

“Okay, I’ll go give these to Sukuna.” He says, as sweet as ever. “Try not to overwork yourself.”

“Thanks, Jin.”

He takes his earpiece out, throws it back in its hiding spot, and waits. 

And in about 5, 4, 3, 2… “Hey Sukuna?” His twin comes in, after knocking on his door way too gently.

“What do you want?” He asks, leaning back in his chair. 

“Dad’s sick and took the rest of the week off, so he’s splitting his work between you, me, and his assistants.” He says. 

Sukuna of course groans over this, because it’s not work he can hand off to Myra, he doubts she’s smart enough to understand this shit. “And this all needs to be done by Friday?” He assumed.

“Yeah,” Jin was sad to say. They’re both going to have to take this shit home to get it finished in 2 days, Yuuji’s going to fucking hate him. 

Sukuna groans again, he actually wants to die right now. “Alright, whatever.”

“Maybe we can visit him this weekend? Since you couldn’t come over last weekend?” 

“This weekend?” He nearly spat out. “No fucking way, no. That motherfuckers gonna get me sick. And you’re taking Yuji? Gentle parents don’t do that, Jin.”

Jin rolls his eyes at his “older” brother's theatrics, “He’s not that sick. It’s just the common cold.”

“I don’t care, I can go to his house when he’s not contagious.”

“Fine,” Jin lets it go. “At least send him a care package.”

“Oh like he can’t afford one?” He grimaces.

“It’s not about being able to afford it, it’s the thought that counts.” Jin began to argue with him. 

“Yeah, whatever.” Sukuna drops the file on his desk. “How are his assistants holding up?”

Jin tries not to think too hard about the fact that Sukuna’s never asked a question like that before, nor has he ever cared. “Akio’s fine, he seems to be in a better mood since dad’s gone, not surprised.” Jin was well aware of his fathers temper, he grew up with it. 

“And the girl?” He asks, referring to you. 

“She has a name you know.”

Sukuna smirks, “Yeah I know.”

“And it’s not sweetheart.” He tries to come to your defense. If only he knew. “You know Sukuna… you’re gonna get hit with a case one of these days if you don’t lay off on the harassment.”

“With her?” 

“Not just her necessarily, but with the employees in general.” Jin tries to explain. “I heard you made Myra cry the other day,” he starts to yell-whisper, even though there was no need, the door was closed.

“She’s just sensitive,” Sukuna waves off his concerns. “Never answered my question though.”

It’s Wednesday, and you’ve been actively avoiding him since you stepped into the office with that little turtle neck of yours on Monday, though he can’t really know if you’re avoiding him indefinitely, he hasn’t texted you.

“She seems to be fine too. There’s not much of a change though, dad doesn’t yell at her as much as he yells at Akio– actually, I don’t think he’s ever yelled at her, at all.” Jin just now realizes.

And so does Sukuna. “He really fuckin’ doesn’t.” What a spoiled little brat.

“So umm… can you finally tell me what you were mad about at the gala?” Jin musters up the courage to ask, it’s been almost 3 weeks and a whole trip to London for Sukuna now, surely he's calmed down.

He shrugs rather innocently, “I dunno what you’re talking about.”

“...Are you sure?” Jin persists, slightly squinting his eyes. 

“Positive.” He chirps out.

Jin doesn’t believe him. He saw the way he glared at you during the gala, before that you two were nowhere to be found, and now you won’t even deliver papers to him yourself. 

“Okay.” He ends up saying, because that’s not his mess, nor is it any of his business, so he’s just gonna shut up.

“Okay,” Sukuna damnear mocks his poor brother. “Anything else you want from me?”

“No, that was all,” Jin gets up from his seat.

“Are you sure?”

He shakes his head and begins to walk away, “You are so fucking immature sometimes.”

Sukuna cackles. “Don’t talk to your elders like that, bitch.” He says, imitating Yuji’s mothers voice. 

Jin only responds to that with his middle finger, to which his “elder” served right back to him, right before completely stepping out of his office. 

—

“Hey stranger,” Sukuna closes the door before striding into your office. “Nice turtleneck.”

“Oh fuck off.” You scoff at him.

He plops himself down onto the chair in front of you, “Did you go out and buy some new clothes or something? You’re usually a little more showy than.. this.” He says, gesturing at your entire upper half.

You continue to organize the documents in front of you. “Not answering that.”

“Okay then,” he begins playing with one of the pens on your desk. “Why’ve you been avoiding me this week?”

“Not avoiding you,” you say almost robotically. “I’m sure you’re aware of all the work I have to do this week.”

“Very,” he boredly says. “You couldn’t walk a few doors down to drop off that file to me?”

“What’s the point when Jin’s was already going to pass by your door?”

Fair enough. “Well aren’t you an efficient one,” he says sarcastically. 

“Absolutely,” you set the papers down and grasp your hands together. “Was there anything I could help you with?”

He shakes his head, “Nope.”

“Well then,” you begin to conclude. “If you’ll excus–”

“Wanna grab dinner later?” He cuts you off. 

“..No.”

“Why not?”

You can’t help but shoot him a glare, “Do you not remember what I last said to you?”

“No, my memory's terrible.” He lies, Sukuna doesn’t forget anything. “Remind me again?”

“You can’t just play dumb like this. You do remember.”

“I really don’t,” he shakes his head and slightly pouts. “All I remember is how good your pussy ta–”

“Stop!” You yelp and it just makes him laugh. “We agreed to not do this anymore.”

“We won’t be doing anything but eating dinner together.” He holds his hands up in defense, still laughing at you.

“That’s not appropriate Sukuna,” You remind him, rubbing your temple. 

His face twists in confusion, “Yes it is, people befriend coworkers all the time.”

“Oh?” You try not to laugh. “You wanna be friends?”

“Mhm,” he nods and bites his lip. “Pick you up at 7:00?”

“I didn’t say yes.”

“You didn’t say no either, which is an answer in itself.” He wisely says, like the piece of shit he is. “Wear something comfy,” he adds, leaving your office before you could say anything else.

—

It’s 7:08 pm when you open the car door and take a seat in the passenger seat of Sukuna’s BMW. 

Car number 3– you’re not sure if he’s just showing off at this point, or if he’s just trying to match the persona he's trying to give off at the moment, narcissists tend to do that sorta thing. 

He told you to dress comfy, so here you are in a pair of sweats and a hoodie. He matched the lazy vibe for tonight, he’s in sweats and a thrasher hoodie as well. He’s also wearing a black beanie that covers a majority of his pink hair– he looks very cute, in a skater boy type of way, but you refrain from saying so, the last thing he needs is another ego boost.

The clothes you both wore were fitting for the night, it was lightly snowing, nothing to get dressed up over. Though it was strange to see him dressed like this, you’ve only ever seen him in pristine suits… or butt naked.

He looked his age for once, he was only in his mid-20s, which surprises you on most days given how he orders 90% of the employees around. 

Proof that it has nothing to do with age, you get what you ask for in this world, and for Sukuna, he goes straight to demanding things.

“Sooo.. where are you taking me?” You ask as you buckle your seatbelt. 

“It’s a surprise.” He responds, looking over your outfit. “Cute, you’re already starting to dress like me.”

“In your fuckin’ dreams Sukuna.” You tried to scoff, but it came out more as a laugh. 

“Aw I'm making you laugh already.” He smirks and pinches your chin. “Don’t worry sweetheart, I don’t plan on holding you hostage this time.” He says in reference to the weekend you two shared. 

“Let’s hope not.” You also wanted to add how you were still slightly sore, but that too would’ve given him an ego boost. 

He ended up taking you to a night market that was about 30 minutes away from your apartment. You’ve heard about this place a couple times but havent had the chance to visit due to your busy schedule and not wanting to go alone, so you had him to thank for it. 

And bless Sukuna’s heart, he told you to wait in your seat and rushed around the car to get to the passenger side door, wanting to open it for you. 

Too bad his chivalry was met with you locking the door right before he opened it, followed by your laughter. 

“Not funny.” He says, his voice is muffled by the barrier between you too. “C’mon–” He pulls on the handle a couple times. “Unlock the door! I was tryna be nice.”

“Fine,” you eventually say after getting yourself together. He finally opens it and holds his hand out for you to take. “My seat belt’s still on.”

He murmurs something under his breath as he bent down to unbuckle it for you. “Don’t ever say I never tried to do something nice for you, you little sabotager.” He scolds you as he finally takes your hand and helps you out of the car, then interlocking his fingers with yours.

“Thought you said we were just grabbing dinner.. this feels more like a date.” You say as he leads you into the bustling market. 

He shrugs. “Dinner, date, same thing at this point. Do you like skewers?” He points to a booth, changing the subject. 

He was already dragging you towards it before you got the chance to say yes. Not that you were complaining, you were looking forward to them once you realized where he took you. It was that vendor's lucky day, Sukuna bought way more than what you’d anticipated. It made more sense after he told he hadn’t eaten since noon– he cleared his own plate in less than 10 minutes. 

“Why didn’t you eat earlier?” You ask before getting to the last skewer. 

“You saw that file my dad had for me.” He wipes his mouth. “It’s busy season for the cybersecurity department too, I ended up finishing it all and forgot to eat.”

You raised your brows, “You finished it all?”

“Mhm.” He nods, “Don’t look so surprised, we both know I’m not stupid.”

“It’s not that, that was just a ton of paperwork.”

He leans back in his chair, looking extremely proud of himself. “What can I say? I’m a hard worker.” He also went through his emergency stash in the office, along with making Orpheus do half the work, but he wasn’t going to mention that. “What work is he having you do?” He asks, as if he doesn’t already know. 

“Nothing too crazy, I just have to push back all of his meetings by a couple days. It’s just three months worth of them, so it’s a lot of time and organization.”

“Anything I can do to help?” He offers. “Maybe Myra can be your assistant for the rest of the week.”

“You know, you should really leave that poor girl alone. I heard you made her go to– actually, that could work.” You cut yourself off, realizing you have the chance to save her from him for a couple days, he smiles as he watches the wheels begin to turn in your head. “I can have her starting tomorrow?”

“Absolutely.”

You two stayed at the small table for a little longer before deciding it was time to leave at 9:00 pm. Dinner with him ended up being nicer than you had expected. He wasn’t someone you found yourself having a hard time keeping a conversation with and aside from holding your hand and “accidentally” rubbing his knee against yours a couple times, he wasn’t as touchy as you thought he’d be. 

You two actually spent a majority of the time talking about Yuji. What started off as him blaming you for Yuji’s tantrum over him being a no-show to his family brunch on Sunday, turned into him telling you different stories, even going as far as showing you photos and videos to back up those moments. 

You wish you never kept your eyes on his screen while he scrolled through his camera roll though, you saw one too many thirst traps and dick pics, reminding yourself once again that the man was a fucking dog. 

“Did you have fun tonight?” He asks as he pulls up in front of your apartment complex. 

“I actually did.” You said, surprisingly. He looks taken aback, slightly offended at that. “Thanks for dinner.”

“You’re welcome.”

“I can pay you b–”

“No.” He says in all seriousness, but his face immediately relaxes after getting an idea. “Actually, yeah– you can pay me back.” 

“Okay.” You pull up your phone, attempting to apple pay him but he puts it down and back on your lap for you. “What?”

“You can pay me back by giving me a little thank you kiss.” He says cheesily and you almost want to smack him for it. 

“A thank you kiss?” You grimace.

“Mhm.” He nods, slightly biting his bottom lip. “C’mon, just one.”

“It’s never just one with you.” You begin to argue with him.

“Won’t know until you try.” He easily responds, reaching out to cup your cheek with one hand. 

“Just one, Kuna.” You remind him, he’s already pulling you in, immediately swiping his tongue over your lower lip when your two meet contact. 

As always, you were right, it never is just one with him, and that’s how you find yourself unlocking your door to let the two of you in. He’s brushing your hair to the side and kissing on your neck, making the simple task more difficult than it should be. 

“Do you have a vibrator?” He casually asks.

“Why?”

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He says, there's a mischievous look on his face. “Go get it.”

You walk over to your dresser and pull out the one that has your vibrators in it and he comes walking up behind you to see your… collection. 

“Jesus christ.” He remarks, quickly grabbing the pink one to get a better look at it, then looking at the others. 

“Are you judging me?”

“No, no– fuck no.” He swears. “This is so fucking hot– FUCK, are those handcuffs?!” He suddenly yells, making you flinch. He immediately goes to grab them and you try to stop him. 

“You’ve used all of these on yourself?!”

You ignore his question, “You told me to grab a vibrator and now you’re looking through my stuff, thats fucking rude.” 

He scoffs, “Like you’re one to talk.”

You try to push him away but it’s no use, he’s like a brick wall. 

An extremely nosey one. 

He grabs the furry, pink handcuffs and looks at them in amazement. 

“I used to use those with my–”

He stops you from finishing that sentence, “Don’t care. You’re using these with me now.” He murmurs, still looking at the handcuffs and rubbing the soft fur with his thumbs. “Take your clothes off.”

Unfortunately, his tone with you went straight to your heat and your clothes came off faster than your mind could comprehend. 

“Good girl.” He praises you, grabbing the things he wants to use from inside the drawer and swiftly closing it. “Get on the bed.”

And once again, you mindlessly comply. You get on the bed and sit in a kneeling position without even realizing. 

He strips down as well, and to no ones surprise, he’s already harder than a fucking rock– way too much precum leaking out of his tip and you’re sure if you looked hard enough you’d see it throbbing. 

You don’t look as scared this time and it brings him a sense of pride knowing it’s probably because he broke you in like a new pair of shoes over the weekend. You’re still covered in the hickies he left all over your body too, which he admires as well. 

“On your back,” he instructs, and you follow that too. He has you spread your legs for him so he could get a better look. “Goood– can’t believe how wet you are already.” He says, running his fingers up and down your slit, there’s a string of slick that connects when he pulls away to get a taste. 

An act that leaves you clenching around nothing, and frustrated because of it. “Don’t tease me like this,” you begin to pout.

He lightly smacks your thigh, “Don’t be a brat right now, I'll show you what teasing is and I promise you won’t like it.” He says, before putting his attention back on your pussy— letting out a pleased hum as he starts to rub soft circles around your clit. 

“Go faster,” you squirm around in place as you start to plead with him. 

He chuckles and says “Noo,” in a tone that mocks yours. He pulls away again and has a sudden change of heart, and instead lays against the headboard next to you. “C’mere, I want you to ride me.”

“Ride you?” Your eyes widen and begin to shake your head, “I can’t do that.”

“Yeah you can,” he smirks. “I’ll even help you out a little if you’re nice.”

You look at him apprehensively before he guides you to straddle him. 

“Don’t put it in just yet.” He pulls you down to sit on his shaft and moves your hips back and forth, making you grind your pussy against it. It felt so good rubbing yourself against his length, getting his cock nice and wet. Way better than the crumbs he gave you.

“Fuck yeah,” he lightly groans at the relief it gives him. “Hands out.”

You hold both of them out and he begins to cuff you, not too tight, not too loose– all while you continue to rock your hips back and forth. “Let me put it in already Kuna,” you plead with him. 

You were scared just a couple minutes ago, funny.

“Alright, alright,” he says, as if he was doing you a favor. He guides you to lift your hips up with one hand and lines his cock up with your entrance with the other. He only put the tip in, letting you do the rest yourself. 

You shudder as you begin easing yourself down, you felt like you were impaling yourself with how thick he was, but the stretch felt so good. You pulled yourself up after each inch you went down, trying to work yourself open as you made your way down to his base. 

The handcuffs made it more difficult but the hold he had on you made it easier, allowing you to just focus on getting used to him. 

After a few minutes, you find yourself fully bouncing up and down his cock. Obscene squelching and slapping filled the air in the room. It was easily one of his favorite sights— restrained, eyes glazed over, probably nothing else on your mind except his dick and how big it is. 

“Fuuuck yeah.” He rasps out, grabbing at your hips and continuously slamming them down on to him. “Just like that baby.”

“Like this?” You ask, continuing the pace, focused on that one little spot that made you go crazy, gliding it over and over his fat tip. 

He grabs on your hips a little tighter. “Juuust like that– doing so fucking good for me,” he continues to praise you. It seems to do the job when he wants something from you, and all he wants right now is for you to keep fucking yourself like this, using him like one of your toys. 

Speaking of toys.

He almost forgot, and reaches for the wand that was next to you both. You don’t even realize what he’s doing until he turns the vibrator on. 

Almost at full speed.

You nearly still but his other hand on your waist continues to slam you down his length, shooting you a cheeky little smile. “Wait– Kuna, no I-I can’t–”

“You can and you will,” He says sadistically, before spitting on the damn thing. 

And then it starts, he presses the vibrating wand up to your already sensitive bundle of nerves. 

He goes as far as to rubbing circles on it, as if its vibration wasn’t enough on its own. You want to stop so bad just so you could focus on the toy he has pressed up against you, but he’s so strong he’s able to pull your hips up and then slam them down with just one hand. 

You keep bouncing up and down his cock and he keeps motioning fast little circles on your clit, it’s driving you insane, it’s like he wants you to fucking pass out. You unknowingly clench around him as tight as you can because the stimulation was too fucking much and that just makes it feel even better for him— so he presses harder, goes faster.

You’re struggling and he can see it in your face, there's nothing better for him. “Doesn’t this feel so fuckin’ good?” He begins to taunt you. “Can’t believe you didn’t want this, look at how wet you are. Your pussy fuckin’ loves this, doesn’t it?”

“Yes,” you nearly whimper when you answer. 

He smacks your ass with his free hand and turns the strength up a notch, “Yes, what?”

“Yes, Sukuna.” You correct yourself, gasping out from the increased intensity. “Fuck– I’m gonna cum.”

He guides you to go even faster and the pressure starts to build. “That’s it– that’s fuckin’ it. Keep fuckin’ yourself.” 

It’s at full strength now and he’s slamming you down even harder.

“Such a good girl.”

Your legs are going numb, your ears begin to ring, vision slowly blurring. 

“Doing so fucking good– keep riding my dick just like that.”

It’s just nothing but him, the vibrator, and his thick tip hitting your weak spots over and over– rubbing your walls and hitting your cervix. 

“Almost there baby— fuuck you’re doing amazing.”

“I can’t– I really fucking can’t.” You choke out and there's tears streaming down your cheeks. 

He throws the vibrator to the side and wraps one arm around you to change positions so you’re on your back now.

“Weak ass girl,” he husks out, but he’s smiling. 

He pushes your knees up to the sides of your chest and shoves his cock back inside you, pulling another strangled moan out of you. You're starting to think this is his favorite position. 

His grip on the backs of your thighs is so tight you can feel his nails starting to dig into your skin, yet it goes over your head, all you could think about was the way he was pounding into you and how you’ll never get used to how big his dick is. 

You feel everything, every inch, every vein, his tip that keeps rubbing over your weak spots.

“S’this better?” He asks in between his breathy moans. “You like it when I use you up like this, like a little whore?”

“Yes Kuna,” you cry out. If you weren’t in handcuffs you’d be clawing at his back right now. “Feels so good.” 

“Yeah?” He smirks, “You like the way my cock makes you feel?” 

He’s so fucking obscene with his words but you don’t even care right now. “Makes me feel so fucking good,” you mewl.

He’s fucking you into the bed and you swear there’s going be an indent once he’s done with you. You’re clenching around him and the pressure begins to build again. He starts pounding into you like his life fucking depends on it and it makes your toes curl. He starts to talk you through it with his husk voice, trying to hold back his own moans, telling you to just let go and that you’re almost there. You try to wiggle under him and close your legs but he has them locked in place, you can’t even arch your back as you feel the orgasm beginning to make its way out of you. 

Fuck that– with the way he was fucking you, it completely ripped out of you. Your walls become even more slippery and he moans into your mouth when he goes down to kiss you. He wraps his hand around your neck but doesn’t squeeze and goes faster– abandoning his thoughts, chasing after the feeling you give him when you squeeze and flutter around cock like this. 

“Fuck I’m close– m’so fucking close,” he began to sputter out. “So fuckin’ good baby– fuuuck, you want it? Want me to fuckin’ fill you up?”

“I want it— so bad.” You cry out and begin to beg, “yes, yes, yes, yes– give it to me.”

His groans became a little more needier and cock began to throb as he started pumping you full of cum. His thrusts were sloppy at this point, the only thing on his mind was just giving it all to you, every last drop of it. 

It so much, it’s begins to seep out of you before he’s even done cumming and he keeps fucking you well after the fact– overstimulating you both. 

It never comes to a full halt with him, at least in your experiences. He takes a second to calm down, still buried inside you, rocking back and forth. 

His breathing’s heavy as he looks down at you, remembering the handcuffs were still on you. 

You both slightly hissed as he finally pulled out of you, both sensitive as hell, all from his doing. 

He gets up and throws his boxers on before grabbing the key laying back down with you. His chest and cheeks are flushed pink, you can’t help but think it’s a good look on him— less scary than the man he presents to the world. 

“You good?” He asks, after noticing how deep in thought you looked. 

You nodded your head, “Mhm.” You look at your wrists and slightly rub them, thank god for the fur.

“You sure? Lookin’ a little guilty right now to me.” He chuckles, laying on his side and resting his head in his palm. 

“How could I not?” You lightly laugh, only because you feel like an idiot for sleeping with him, again.

“Come here,” he gruffly says. You lay on your side to look at him and he begins to rub your back. “What’s so bad about this? You had fun with me today, didn’t you?”

You take a moment to think about, getting the right words in order. “I didn’t want to be the girl that fucks her superiors and now I am.” You put it bluntly.

“I’m not your superior.” 

“You’re literally one of the heads at work.” 

“Yeah, but you don’t work under me.” 

“Yeah, I work under your dad, which is just as bad.” You remind him. “He told me to watch out for you too.”

“We did more than just fuck, we went out before this. Does that make you feel any better?” He asks, drawing little circles on the side of your waist. 

You fight the urge to roll your eyes, “You probably just did that so you could fuck me again.” 

“You think I’d really do tha—“

“Yes.” You don’t give it a second thought. 

“Fair enough.” He says, earning himself a light smack on the chest. He begins to attempt to explain himself, “I.. don’t do things unless I want to do them. So yeah, I wanted to fuck you, but I also wanted to take you out for a little bit.” 

“Well thanks.. I guess.” You say, somewhat awkwardly. 

“Are we having a misunderstanding here?” 

“Maybe.” You turn on your back and pull up the covers. 

“If you think I’m trying to use you, I’m not.” He ends up saying. It’s the number one complaint he gets from women and figures you’re thinking the same. He honestly expected you to ask him the typical ‘so, what are we’– which honestly wouldn’t be too bad either, but what he didn’t expect was for you to indirectly call yourself the office hoe. “I’m trying to be nice to you and you're glaring at me,” he adds after a moment of silence. 

“Am not.” You argue back. 

“Relax your face then,” he tells you, a smile begins to peek through. “Would you want to keep seeing me if everything was different?”

“Hypothetical questions don’t change our situation.”

“It’s a simple question sweetheart.” He chuckles. “Yes or no?” 

“Yes— wipe that smile off your face.” 

“That’s all I need then.” He says, leaving it at. 

“That’s not enough.” 

“For me it is– what?” He smirks at you, “Want me to take you out on expensive ass dates everyday?” 

“No,” you try to stop yourself from smiling.

“What do you want then?”

“I don’t know,” you say, as indecisive as ever.

He leaned in to kiss you, then softly bit your bottom lip as he pulled away. “When you figure it out, let me know. Just quit dodging me.”

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a/n: some typos I caught during editing: "fuck im cum" "puddy" "passy" "CONTINOSULY" “so fucking good, KUNA”

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