𝐶𝑂𝑁𝑇𝐴𝐼𝑁𝑆： 𝐿𝐴𝑁𝐺𝑈𝐴𝐺𝐸，𝑆𝑀𝑈𝑇，𝑆𝑈𝐾𝑈𝑁𝐴 𝐵𝐸𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝐴 𝐷𝐴𝐷, 𝐺𝐸𝑇𝑇𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝐼𝑁𝑇𝐸𝑅𝑈𝑃𝑇𝐸𝐷
Toys scattered across the floor, crayon marks on the coffee table and two tiny tornadoes still running wild even though it’s way past bedtime.
“You’re late,” you hum, shifting the toddler in your arms as she lazily rubs her eyes against your shoulder.
“Tch, got held up.” He runs a hand through his hair, messy from stress, before stepping in and plucking the baby right out of your grasp. “Gimme.”
You don’t argue, watching as she instantly curls against his chest, tiny fingers curling into his work shirt as she nestles close. His big hand rubs slow circles into her back as he sways lightly, soothing her like it’s second nature.
The older one is harder to wrangle, still wide awake, jumping on the couch until Sukuna shoots him a look—sharp, warning.
“Do it again and you’re sleeping outside,” he mutters, and the boy immediately plops down. You roll your eyes before slapping his chest “That’s not how we parent.”
Fifteen minutes later, both kids are finally down for the night—after the usual struggle of one more story, one more sip of water, one more minute of snuggling. Sukuna never denies them, even when he pretends to be annoyed. You watch from the doorway as he tucks the blanket tight around their little bodies, brushing a hand over their foreheads before stepping back with a satisfied grunt.
By the time you both make it back to the living room, the mess is still waiting. You groan. “I was hoping it would just magically clean itself.”
Sukuna snorts. “Yeah? Lemme know when that starts happening.”
Still, he doesn’t leave it all to you. He rolls up his sleeves and starts gathering the toys, tossing stuffed animals into their designated bin while you wipe down the table. It’s quiet, peaceful in a way, the two of you moving in sync, making the house livable again before exhaustion truly sets in.
By the time you’re both in the bedroom, the tension is almost unbearable. The quiet hum of the lamp on your nightstand feels distant compared to the thick atmosphere between you and Sukuna. He’s standing there, his posture commanding, his eyes burning into you, already knowing exactly what he wants.
“Sukuna,” you murmur, tilting your head as his lips graze your throat.
“Been thinking about you all fuckin’ day,” he mutters, voice low, rough. His hands are already moving, slipping beneath your oversized sleep shirt, fingers dragging over your bare thighs. “Watchin’ you be all cute, takin’ care of my kids, cleanin’ my house—shit gets me hard, you know that?”
“You’re ridiculous,” you whisper, but you’re already melting against him, pressing back into his touch.
he spins you around, his hands cupping your face as he crashes his lips onto yours, arms wrapping around his neck, as he deepens it, pulling you impossibly closer. His hands roam down your body, tugging at your shirt and pulling it over your head, leaving you exposed to him.
His hands slide down to your hips, lifting you up with ease as he moves to the bed, laying you down on the soft sheets. You gasp as your back hits the mattress, Sukuna already following you, his body looming over yours, trapping you beneath him.
“Stay still,” he commands, voice low, as he positions himself between your legs. He moves with deliberate slowness, savoring the way you react, the way your breath hitches when his cock presses against your slick folds.
“You feel so fucking good,” he mutters, each thrust punctuated by the pressure of his hips against yours.
His thrusts grow faster, more urgent, and the bed creaks beneath you with each stroke of his cock. You can feel every inch of him, his cock sliding in and out the pace he sets makes your poor body tremble
“Tell me how it feels baby,” Sukuna growls, his thrusts never slowing. “Let me hear it”
“Mmm it’s soo good” you gasp, your hands clutching at his back, nails digging into his skin as he continues to fuck you stupid.
His lips curl into a smirk, pleased by your embarrassing whines. He slams into you harder, the sound of skin meeting skin echoing in the room as he drives you to the edge. You can’t think, can’t focus—With a breathless, almost desperate moan, you look up at him, “Put another baby in me.”
His eyes narrow, and for a brief moment, you can see the flicker of surprise in his gaze. “You want me to fill you up, make you carry another one?”
“You’re always so fucking greedy,” he murmurs, his hands gripping your hips as he moves back inside you with a deliberate, slow thrust. He makes sure you feel every inch of him as he fills your cunt
But just as you’re on the brink, the soft sound of your toddler’s voice crackles through the baby monitor, causing both of you to freeze.
Sukuna’s eyes snap to the baby monitor, and his entire body tenses. He’s still deep inside you, but he quickly pulls away, his cock slipping out of you with a frustrated sigh. You scramble to cover yourself, embarrassed, but the damage is done.
“Mama? Dada?” The toddler’s voice is louder now, more insistent, oblivious to the situation in the bedroom.
Sukuna runs a hand through his hair, clearly pissed. “Shit,” he mutters, grabbing his clothes as he adjusts himself. He stands up, his usual composure slipping into irritation. “Go back to bed baby,” he calls out. his voice gruff but trying to be calm. “Daddy will be there in a second.”
You hear a sleepy “Okay!” from the monitor, followed by the sound of the little one shifting back into her crib.
Sukuna exhales, clearly annoyed but trying to contain himself. He turns back to you with a dark “That little brat’s gonna get an earful later.”
You can’t help but laugh nervously, looking at him with wide eyes. “Maybe we can pick up where we left off?”
He presses a soft kiss to your forehead, his smirk returning. “You’re a fucking brat too.”
