nanami's pathetic girl

Your boyfriend was a shameless man.

It wasn’t often you were greeted after work with a kiss, or a hug—that’s often rare—but instead of those simple greetings, you’re instead met with a text and a little surprise that follows after that.

sukuna : c’mere.

sukuna : Alleyway.

And of course you don’t question it moment you head to the alleyway after work you’re greeted with a slam against the wall; “Mmph- ‘kuna!”

Sukuna only laughs and presses his lips further against yours. “I missed you, baby.” His deep voice sent a shiver down your spine and it only made you cling onto him tighter.

“Hngh— slow down please!”

“Did you enjoy work?” He asked, slowing down a little while also slowly discarding your clothes, letting it drape down your body. And the moment you nodded; watching as Sukuna stared at you with a hungry look—he didn’t waste a second before pressing his large body against yours.

“Missed every second of you.” He continued.

You only smile as your body starts losing control and moving on its own, slowly grinding against him which only makes him hiss like a snake. You swore you could feel him getting harder the moment you did that move.

At first it would, obviously, start off as a secret. He’d be a shameful man and at least have some decorum when having sex with you.

Which was why when you were so love-drunk and wasted by his cock; he’d make up an excuse to grab his phone.

It would be something along the lines of, ‘I think someone is calling me,’ or ‘let me check the time’ and many more you can’t remember, because, you never really considered thinking about them and didn’t decide to question it.

Until one night when you had his phone, all those thoughts that never spiralled through your mind finally came to you like a light bulb above your head lighting up for the first time.

There was an album just named ‘💍 (for later)’ and the first thing you see on the thumbnail was…

You.

Lying on your shared mattress wearing nothing. You were sprawled with your legs pushed apart with a muscular hand keeping them in place and that’s when you noticed what was going on.

These were the moments you were so cock drunk to even remember or focus on what was happening, the last thing you expected was Nanami to be recording you!

“Hey, Ken.”

Nanami, a room away, sitting on the couch eating some tangerines as he reads the newspaper, responds in a low hum that only made you pause before considering to bring up what you found.

“I…”

You didn’t continue but heard shuffling from the other side—and then footsteps. He was careful with his movements and walked toward you in a steady manner. The moment he laid his eyes on you, he scanned doqn your figure before his gaze lingered on the phone—his phone—in your hand for a brief moment.

“What is it sweetheart? Do you want me to order something for you?”

“It’s not that… uh, I was trying to find a picture I took a couple days ago and found—”

And then you were interrupted with a quiet laugh. Something you’ve never heard from Nanami before. It was soft. Melodic. So soothing it always put you in a trance.

“W-what is it…” You mumble, averting your gaze to the ground and staring at your shadow where you swore you could see an innocent halo and a pair of wings attached to you.

“Nothing, love. Maybe this is actually a good time to bring this up and…”

“… maybe record a better video?”

Still frozen in place you look up at Nanami to see if you heard what you heard and when he was looking at you with that nonchalant expression, the one with a little hint of seriousness in it—you knew you couldn’t refuse.

And it’s not an exaggeration. It’s like he wants you, and others, to know that you’re his. And his only.

Like right at this moment for instance.

You both were on the way to Satoru’s penthouse, the one on like the hundredth floor of a fancy apartment complex. But Lo and Behold; the moment you got in the elevator, a tiny kid just had to click all the buttons.

Not only did it make you seethe, but Toji for some reason had little to no reaction—at least to the kid. And that only meant one thing.

As the elevator kept stopping on each floor, slowly throwing out more and more people out and emptying the space, by the time you got to the thirtieth floor, your worst nightmare happened.

Toji was pressed against the wall, leaning back on the rusted gold wallpaper that was keeping the walls look more put together. His hands were wrapped around your waist as you were pressed against his broad chest.

You couldn't see him but you swore you could feel the smirk plastered on his lips. It's a shame that you both would've gotten to Satoru's apartment quicker if that kid didnt just—

CRASH! THUD. THUD—

"AH!? Fuck why does this have to happen today of all days?!" You were beyond annoyed to even care about Toji if he was still there to tease, but you immediately swooped away from his grasp and repeatedly clicked the help button hoping something would happen soon.

"Calm down now," Toji muttered, lifting himself off the wall and walking towards you. '"This place is filthy rich, I'm sure someone is already on their way."

The first one? He's god awful pathetic. Considering he's your ex boyfriend doesn't change the fact he's utterly obsessed with you like you were his only and favorite thing he can't survive with. Well, okay, maybe that was true; but that doesn't change the fact his pathetic-ness (if you put it that way) was something so indescribable, it was practically impossible to escape.

Countless messages blow up in your phone every day. Each one being a sob story of a mess and excuses to somehow lure you back to him, which in all honesty, you were so, so close to falling for and giving in.

But you had to refuse!

choso : [attachment: 4 images]

choso : come back please?

choso : promise I'll be nice. please baby?

Yeah, this sucks. There was no way you could refuse that now, could you?

Now besides that, that’s not even the worst of them all. The second ‘p’ in his life is a little more… direct. Literally and figuratively. Not only was he a pathetic yearner who craves for you every second of the day, but he was also such a…pervert.

And it wasn’t an exaggeration. The man had his ways on showing his devotion whether it’d be subtly or shamelessly.

He of course goes for the second option and doesn’t consider the first choice to be chosen because he wants you to know he loves you.

Whether it’d be stealing your panties and rubbing it against his aching, hard boner; one that just springs back up just thinking about you a second time. He was not ashamed of being such a lustful man and using these techniques to cope when he doesn’t have you.

I mean, It’s gotten so bad you’ve been noticing half your clothes—mainly your underwear—gone when he leaves your house every Monday night—

…

Ah. And you know what? That leads to the third ‘p’

Choso is always pussydrunk under your touch.

He loves it—and loves you too.