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husband!Sukuna x reader

Insecurity strikes after becoming a new mom when your normally horny as fuck husband hasn't tried to lay a finger on you since having a baby.

WC: 1.6k. TW: pregnancy and babies, suggestive at the end

“Okay, she’s down,” your husband sighs, shutting your bedroom door behind him. He briefly glances your way as he tugs his faded t-shirt off and tosses it on the floor.

All these years later and the sight of the black ink winding across his toned body still takes your breath away. He’s always been hot with his shredded physique and tattoos that seem to accentuate every dip and valley of those muscles.

But nothing could have prepared you for how you’d feel seeing him be a dad.

His unwavering confidence and arrogant demeanor was what he was known for, and a part of you loved that about him. He’d never back down from a challenge, always willing to put in the work to learn and succeed at anything.

Even parenting.

The first time he went to hold his newborn daughter was one of the few times you’d ever seen him hesitate. However, since that moment, he took every chance he could to secure her in his arms, determined to rid himself of whatever trepidation plagued him that day. Holding her in different ways and angles, loosely, tightly, trying anything and everything to learn what this little brat preferred.

He’d be damned if he ended up like one of those men who expected their woman to do everything just because he was “uncomfortable” or “not maternal.”

“I’m not some weak-minded man,” he’d spat at one point when you’d said you could take over if he felt unfit to do a task. “I’ll figure it out and get over it. No weaponized incompetence here.”

Attraction to him that you thought has plateaued only swelled during the last four months.

But, lately you’d wondered if his attraction for you had tapered off. Historically, he’d never been able to keep his hands off of you…even while pregnant he’d happily obliged when your sex drive was insatiable.

It didn’t help that you felt like a stranger in your own body. You couldn’t miss the stretch marks that stared back at you every time you got changed and the extra weight that hadn’t seemed to budge still kept you in clothes that were larger than the pre-baby days.

The doctors had cleared you to be intimate months ago and you were fully expecting him to jump you that night. All you’d heard about was women complaining that their husbands were badgering them for sex, but yet, yours never initiated. Your husband seemed perfectly content to abstain. In fact, you have never once detected a hint of resentment from him.

Hell if anything your boobs were bigger than ever considering you were breastfeeding. He’d still snuggle and hold you, but his hands never wandered and his kisses never pushed the limits.

Even if you weren’t feeling up to it, it would still be nice to feel wanted. Desired.

Sukuna sets up the baby monitor on his nightstand before flopping down next to you.

“Did she go down okay?” you ask.

“Kinda. We’ll see, she seemed a little restless but after a few laps around the house she fell asleep in my arms,” his deep voice answers, turning to look at the monitor as if to reassure himself of his answer.

Sleeping peacefully, just like he expected.

Sukuna picks up his book from the nightstand, scooting closer to you and propping himself up against the headboard. The heat of his muscular arm against yours made your skin prickle, but other than that, you go back to reading your own book.

You try to keep your mind from spiraling back to that dark place of insecurity, but after reading the same page three times, you realize it's hopeless. Closing your book, you lay it back on your nightstand.

Laying in silence, you feel your mood start to deteriorate.

“Are you still attracted to me?” you blurt out after a few moments.

You’re met with silence at first and you begin to panic, regretting speaking such a thing out loud!

But then the fabric of his pillow rustles as he turns his head. You’re met with a pair of narrowed, crimson eyes and a furrowed brow that you can’t interpret as annoyance or confusion.

“What?” he mutters.

You just stare back at him, trembling at the intensity in his stare. He can be an intimidating and scary man, normally not to you, but you’ve seen others cower in his presence.

“Answer me, what did you say?” he presses, closing his book and tossing it aside.

“I said, are you still attracted to me?” your voice wavers just a little.

“Of course I am, you’re my wife-”

“That makes it sound like an obligation,” you interrupt him.

Sukuna scoffs, rolling onto his side and propping himself up on one arm. The tattoos on his torso are tight against his pecs, looking hotter than ever as the sheets pool around his waist.

“What is this nonsense you’re spouting at me?” He sounds irritated now. “Out with it, stop these cryptic messages because even though I’m an elite sorcerer, I can’t read your mind woman and you know this.”

Swallowing hard, you start fidgeting with the blanket, pulling it even tighter over you like it’ll somehow protect you from your husband's directness.

“You haven’t tried to have sex with me once since the baby was born. It’s weird and very unlike you. Including the difficult end of my pregnancy, it’s been over five months now. When have you ever gone five months without anything sexual since knowing you?”

He just stares at you, jaw clenching as his mouth forms a tight line.

“I mean, I get it, I look so different now compared to before, and I realize I haven’t exactly been keeping up with my appearance. I understand if it’s not what you prefer for a woman, you’re such an attractive man and you deserve better and-”

He’s on top of you so fast that you feel his weight on you before you even see him move. Fucking sorcerer speed of his.

“You think I’m not attracted to you? Think I haven’t been wanting to fuck your brains out this whole time?” he growls, barely moving his lips as he speaks through gritted teeth.

“I’m sorry! You look mad now,” you squeak in surprise before he cuts you off again.

“Yeah, not at you though. Fuck, never you,” his voice softens, brushing the back of his hand against your cheek with utmost tenderness.

“At myself,” he mutters, lowering his gaze for a brief moment before looking at you again.

Your throat feels dry as you swallow hard. You didn’t expect this to be his reaction.

“You’re mad at…yourself?”

Sukuna lets out a heavy sigh, pink locks falling onto his forehead as he hangs his head.

“Yeah. I am. Mad that I didn’t realize you were feeling this way. Disappointed in myself for letting it get to this point,” his voice cracks as he looks at you with a shimmer in his eyes.

“I’ve never found anyone more attractive in my life than you are to me right now. Watching you fight so hard to carry and give birth to our daughter made me want you more than I thought possible. But now? Seeing you care for her, feed her with your own body, and the way you support and encourage me? It only amplifies every damn day.

“Fuck, I feel guilty with how turned on I get seeing you be a mom every fucking day,” he drags his fingers through his hair, revealing his flushed skin, likely embarrassed at such a heartfelt confession coming out of his mouth.

You feel tears start to prick at the corners of your eyes so you throw your arms around him and bury your face in his neck to try and delay the inevitable waterworks that are threatening to start.

“Then why don’t you ever do anything,” you force out.

His arms wrap around your back, rolling you both over so now you are sprawled out across his chest, causing you to squeal in surprise.

“I-I didn’t want to bother you or put pressure on you. I know the birth wasn’t easy and you had to heal. And the strain you’re under literally using your body to feed her. I’m scared, I don’t want to hurt you. Thought you’d come to me when you were ready,” he holds you tighter as he rambles on, moving one hand to catch the tears that are now cascading down your cheek.

“Your body has never been more perfect to me. How could I ever find disgust in the evidence of you bringing our child into the world? It’s fucking hot baby is what it is, you successfully carrying my child. Knowing your body is what’s nourishing her and helping her grow? I didn’t do any of that, I’m in fucking awe of you every damn day,” he peppers your face with kisses between each word.

Your chest feels like it's swelled to twice its size as the weight of his words settle in.

“I-I had no idea, and now I feel so stupid,” you look up at him through blurry vision.

Sukuna just smirks, a deep blush dusting his cheeks.

“Join the fucking club baby, I feel like a massive idiot right now too,” his voice deepens as he squeezes your ass.

“I mean I’ll fucking ruin you right now if you want,” he groans into your neck as he presses himself against you, making you gasp at the feeling of him hard against your groin.

The moment is quickly interrupted though as a wail breaks out over the monitor.

You both tense up, but then start to laugh, shaking your heads with a smile.

“Your daughter seems to feel otherwise,” you giggle, planting a soft kiss on his lips before rolling off to his side.

“Little cockblocking brat,” Sukuna snickers, sitting up to reveal the damn tent in his boxers.

“I’ll go, you seem…predisposed,” you gesture at his lower half, not missing how he rolls his eyes.

“It’s not going anywhere anytime soon, it’ll be here when you get back,” he drags his hands across his face before falling back into his pillow again.

You lean down to give him a deep kiss before finally pulling away.

“I love you,” you cup his cheek as you stare down at him.

“I love you too, don’t ever question it,” he answers, never taking his eyes off of you as he watches you go.

I have no desire for kids currently but for some reason him being a dad makes me question everything. Thank you for reading!!

#this made me feel so warm 💗 sighhhh what a man #i am so emotional about this 😭💗 thank you for writing it awww #sukuna being such a caring dad and so unwavering in his love and desire for his wife 😭💗#i need him #he is the dream #sukuna x reader #sukuna fluff #tw pregnancy

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the way his hands are barely there, gentle on your hips as you sink down on him after an eternity of foreplay — torturous hours of him relaxing you, prepping you with his tongue tacked to your clit and his fingers dragging dutifully in and out of your quivering hole. he’d started with two, unsure if your cute little gushing pussy could handle three so soon, but some point working you open became making you feel good. making you cum at least twice before yuuji even thought about going anywhere near you with his dick. let alone the tip.

and when he finally thinks you’re ready to take it, take him, yuuji settles back against the headboard with glistening cheeks and hazy chocolate eyes — all dopey whilst watching you attempt to slide down on his swollen girth as it pulses against your ravaged pussy with need. “take your time, i gotcha honey, there’s no rush.” he says breathily, chest sweltering hot and heaving. and he really does mean it, the last thing the jock wants to do is hurt you… but he wants it so bad.

wants to know what it’s like to feel you open up and accept him into your welcoming, soaked walls. wants to know what you sound like when he finally manages to get inside, bulbous cockhead tucked neatly against that special spot nestled dar in your pretty pussy. the one that makes you squirm when he manages to reach it with his talented fingers. yuuji knows that he’s big and knows these things take time, heck, no one before you could take him on the first try… but no one before you mattered. that’s why he’s willing to wait.

good things come to those who do, after all.

“i can… fuck, i can do it, yuuji…” you swear to him with your big wet bambi eyes and he swears he could bust against your folds right then and there. leave a messy mark of dribbly white if you’re not careful.

yuuji’s surprised though — at how aggressive and determined you’ve become. although your limbs are shaky, your sex little raw and your body lined with sweat you insist on at least being able to take him tonight. the air in your dorm room is sex charged and stuffy, brimming with nerves and lust hormones as you circle your hips — eager to get past just the tip as it breaches your tiny little entrance. yuuji’s grip on you then becomes firm, his gentle voice now a broken hiss as you drop down on him a few inches, cunt gripping him everywhere. clinging to every vein as beads of your sweet juices and previous releases roll down what’s yet to fit inside — pooling over his twitching, seed heavy balls.

“baby,” he almost begs, brows pinching together at the centre of his forehead. the jock’s expression almost pained when you squeeze around him lovingly and adjust to his size. thick, girthy, practically stretching you open with only half of his dick pushed in. “s-slow down. don’t wanna hurt you.”

you shake your head, so pouty and a babyish, akin to how you get when you’re close to cumming. “‘m gonna do it this time. don’t care.”

its clear you no longer want yuuji’s help, so used to letting him take the lead. the very action, the thought of you taking what you want from your big and strong boyfriend has him feeling — jaw slack and eyes lazily fluttering while his aching cock pulses against the pleasure spots dotted against the shallower depths of your insides. you pull him tight against you by the grip you have on his shoulders and brace your knees against your doused sheets — rolling your hips downwards in sinful circles once more in an attempt to make it to the hilt.

your cries are muffled, still shy, even though yuuji’s told you a thousand times he likes the way you moan for him. he knows that you’re shy and that he’s your first ever sexual experience so he takes what he can get — the airy whimpers you let out into the shell of his ear and the way your breath hitches at the sound of your sticky sex lewdly soaks his shaft in your essence.

so fucking cute. itadori can’t help but think, wrapping his muscular arms around you fully ending up with his palms splaying over your spine. the position keeps you chest to chest, stomach to stomach, allowing you both to roll through the motions whilst you push yourself past your own limits. he tucks his mop of unruly pink hair into the junction between your shoulder and neck, coping with the cruel pressure that builds up in his lower tummy. the pressure caused by pleasure from you.

“doing so good, baby. so f-fucking good…” yuuji praises you despite the lump that grows in his throat. he feels sick, feverish to the touch, and like he’s going to die when you give one final shift of his hips and manage to bottom out. “there we go, holy shit, s’wet. there we fuckin’ go, pretty girl. ‘m so proud of you.” incoherent mumbling breaks the shallow breaths he lets out, yuuji slurring his syllables and revelling in the reward from weeks of preparation, months of only giving you the smallest parts of him.

he could drool about how warm and hot you feel, basting his cock in a layer of your sweet essence — barely trickling from your cunt since you’re plugged so full. static and white noise rings true in his ears, itadori’s barely able to hear anything aside from his own erratic pulse and your sweet sniffles.

“hah…yuuji!”

he whips around to check if he’s hurt you, surprised by how loud you’ve suddenly become. he thinks he might have caused you pain and that you’re asking for him to stop. one moment you’re simpering and panting atop the muscular jock — but in the next you’re wildly lifting your perfect hips and slamming them back down on him. easily.

like you were made for this. like you’ve been trained for this.

you steady yourself on the jock’s broad shoulders, nails nearly tearing through golden, marred skin and you move with such vigor that it throws itadori’s world off its axis. he’s so used to leading you, instructing you and taking care of you that he can barely believe the frenzied, sinful way you’re riding him — your hot cheek resting against his shoulder while you work your syrupy cunt up and down, back and forth on his drooling, messy cock.

nipping at his earlobe, you wail again. “yuuji, feels so good. so full.” and his stomach lurches at your confession, how you cry out so loud it’ll probably be heard through the thin walls of your dorm — accompanied by the dull thud and creak of your bed from the force at which you fuck him. “you’re so big… hurts so nice, yuu.” that nickname, reserved only for him, he knows you’re absolutely fucking gone when you call him that.

no one would believe him, not a single one of his friends. not if he told them that his, yuuji itadori’s, sweet, shy and innocent girlfriend was humping his slick cock like her life depended on it — whining and whimpering at the top of her lungs. the sounds you make, so dulcet and pure, have the jock shuddering wholly, his entire body racked with shakes he wasn’t prepared for and an orgasm that threatens to break the surface quicker than he intended.

“g’nna cum baby, you’re gonna make me cum so soon,” he admits, keeping his voice at a low and sexy whisper because all yuuji wants to do is listen to you shriek so prettily while you take, and take and take from him. you’re wild and unabashed and he’s never seen you like this — to see and know that you feel good enough to break past your own shyness is enough of a turn on for him as it is. “don’t… don’t stop. take what you need from me baby. wanna see you fall apart on me, can you do that?”

yuuji lets you use him to get off, he doesn’t move aside from when his dick kicks along the warmth of your insides and his abs contract as he tries to stave off his own orgasm — afraid that his size might hurt you or ruin your momentum. you get so cute when you’re close, clawing at him hiccuping — desperate for release. but this time, you’re ravenous and too far gone for the pink haired jock to even think about taking over for you — it’s obscene how loud you are, forming a perfect melody as the squelch of your cunt harmonises with your hiccuped pleas for more.

“can do it. wanna cum yuu — with you. please, please, please… can’t—!” you babble brainlessly, letting your words layer over the harsh slap of sweaty skin on sweaty skin.

choking on his own ecstasy, yuuji nods along with you — pressing wet, sloppy kisses to the side of your face as you jolt on top of him. “i know you can…been workin’ so hard to take this big cock, haven’t you, pretty?” each open-mouthed and pathetic groan is fluffed up with all the love yuuji holds for you. his sweetest girl, his shy little thing fucking him like an animal fills him with a sense of unadulterated pride.

“look at you, baby. bouncin’ away on it just like that. after all that work, you’re doing so well, huh?” the jock whispers into the wet heat of your skin, nostrils flaring even as his nose presses into your cheek. you’re full on sobbing now, from a mix of both pain and pleasure, caused by his size and the unrelenting pace of your hips.

“y-yes!” you nod weakly with your head tipping back and mouth wide open — yuuji following you along with your moans, because he can’t get enough.

he’s addicted to your sounds and your dripping honeyed cunt and how you’re just able to take him now. after all this time and all this prep. it’s like winning a game at the end of the season, the best reward he could ever ask for. “mhm, know you did. cum on it, baby. cum on my fat cock. g-gonna let me see it? let me hear it?” itadori’s voice rises an octave, reaching a much higher pitch than before and so full of need. he can tell that you’re close just by the way your pussy throbs and froths around his thick base — not to mention how you clench down on him selfishly, with no intention of letting him go.

the encouragement is all you really need, honestly. yuuji knows that you liked to be talked over the edge and reassured that it’s okay to let go with him. trust him. after all, you’ve done so much for him today — used all the muscles your poor body isn’t used to stretching when you get intimate like this. not to mention how raw your throat must be from all the moaning and mewling. the pink haired jock kisses down your neck, using his grip on your waist and arms locked around your back to help finish you off — rocking you back and forth on his creamy, chubbed up dick to help you over that final hurdle so you can hit your peak.

with one last cry of his name, all in broken syllables — your orgasm washes over you and drowns out all five of your senses. like a tired little doll you fall limp against yuuji’s shoulders — brain fried from the electricity darting violently up and down your spine. everything you say from there is scratchy and breathy, hardly making sense as your chest heaves against yuuji’s broader and firmer one.

you’re a quivering, soaked mess with bleary eyes — wet walls rippling around the jock who carefully chases his own orgasm, just barely shifting underneath you as his cock kisses every inch of your insides. he follows suit, ribbons of ivory spilling into your pussy — so much so that most of it leaks out and clings to the divots in your meaty thighs. not that you mind, enjoying your boyfriend’s drunken gripes and groans as he crosses the boarder and joins you in post-orgasmic bliss. “oh, good girl,” he curses tiredly. “shit, baby. such a good girl.”

eventually the two of you flop back against the headboard — itadori dragging you with him as he leans back. his dark lashes flutter against your sweaty skin, tickling you and pulling a giggle from your kiss-swollen lips.

a comfortable, charged silence sweeps over the two of you — the jock’s palms rubbing soothing circles up and down your back as you both come down. hearts racing and rushing through your ears.

“seems like all that size training finally paid off,” itadori grins, his breath warm as it fans across your forehead. “you fuck like crazy, baby! can’t wait to do that again, now that we know you can handle it.” he pinches your ass, voice affectionate and warm.

in response, you swat at his chest — embarrassed and shy all over again. your only sense of solace being to hide in his neck as you whine out his name. “yuuji itadori!”

“whaaaat?! all i’m sayin’ is that your training paid off!”

#AAAHHH I FEEL SO DIZZY AALI!! what a yummy meal you served here omggg 😋😋😵😵#yuuji and his big dick 😍 sighhhhhhhh he is so nasty but also so sweet #losing my mind!!#yuuji x reader #yuuji smut

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