sofilovesanime˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀

you of all people understood how big toji actually was. and his appetite followed. but during the coldest months of the year, his hunger had increased exponentially.

every morning you'd pack him extra snacks with overcomplicated flavors for a protein bar like 'birthday cake parfait,' which he insisted was necessary.

it wasn't surprising to find the egg carton almost empty after only one breakfast. overall, your husband's food intake had grown to be ravenous.

one night, when he was coming out of the shower, you finally noticed the changes. and oh.

toji was fucking huge.

your eyes trailed his biceps as he extended them to put his shirt on over his head. the way the towel clung to his now less defined abs but strong-looking chest and pecs in a way that made you drool.

after changing into his pajamas you could see the not so descrete grin on his face.

"ma youve been staring at me like ur trynna make me explode or sum" he said with a tone teasingly low as he approched closer, his body towering yours.

you blinked, getting a closer look of the veins that ran across his arms. "i have not!"

he huffed in amussment taking a step closer again, each one slow and deliberate. the added weight made him look fuller somehow. thicker.

"yeah?" he asked, his grin only becoming wider. the took a step closer till his face was on your neck placing soft kisses aling side it.

you grabbed onto his arm squizzing the strength in it. toji couldn't help but let a low chuckle into your neck as he placed yet another kiss.

"so just enjoying the view huh?" he said taking you into an embrace, grabbing you from back so that it be on top of his chest while you sat on the bed.

" 'ji you got so.. big"

that made him smirk.

"kinda the whole point, doll" he replied simpky. "winter bulk"

he nuzzled into the crook of your neck ince again, radiating warmness all over you. the way his chest felt, how his arms craddled your frame making him look even bigger next to yours.

he look into your eyes, his glistening with the kins of domestic comfort only he could give.

"too much?" he asked, quieter now.

"no" you admitted, give him a gentle kiss on the mouth. "i think its my favorite season of you"

Leaving the bathroom, you hummed a quiet tune as you headed to your bedroom to find your boyfriend on the bed, scrolling through his phone. He perked up at the sound of your footsteps, his shoulders instantly relaxing at the sight of you clad in your soft pajamas. Immediately, he placed his phone by the bedside table and shifted a little to create a little more space for you.

“Took you long enough,” he grumbled, but the faint amused smile failed to conceal his affection.

Giggling, you dove for the bed, instantly going inside the soft blankets to curl beside him. you sighed, content, as you lazily wrapped your arms around his broad chest, nuzzling your cheek against his bicep. In return, he cuddled back, wrapping his arms around your smaller frame to gently cradle you.

“Night, kuna,” you murmured, as per ritual, closing your eyes.

There was a pause. Then complete silence. 

It made your brows furrow, since he usually gave you a groggy reply. Opening your eyes curiously, you saw his eyes stare back at you, slightly narrowed and lips faintly tugged down into a petulant pouting frown. faint, but definitely there.

“What? What’s wrong?” you asked gently, slightly concerned as you stared up at him with those sweet, pretty eyes. 

Sukuna’s brows furrowed a little more, a habit that he had when he was trying to comprehend how you could be so cute, but that was not the point at the moment—because his pout tugged a little deeper to form a deeper frown.

“…”

You raised a brow.

“…” Sukuna huffed, looking away for a moment, ears burning in a cute pink. “…nothing.”

“It’s not nothing though!” you whined, grinning at the sight of his adorable pink ears. “Tell me, tell me!”

Sukuna made a show of frowning a little more before you heard a snippet of what he was saying, incoherent.

“Huh?”

Sukuna narrowed his eyes at you before muttering it out again, “You didn’t …ive me a …night……”

You blinked. “What?”

“You didn’t give me a good night’s kiss!” he grumbled out finally, quickly, loudly giving you an irritated tsk as he looked away to hide his blush.

You stared at him, slightly dumbfounded before laughing warmly. “Aww! Kuna!”

Without wasting a time, you cradled his face to tilt him so that he was looking at you before giving him a soft kiss on his lips, smiling against his plush skin. Sukuna hummed in tender satisfaction as he held onto you a little more tighter, caressing the delicate curve of your hip.

After a moment, you pulled away to smile up at him, slightly teasing. “You know you could always initiate the kiss.”

Sukuna gave you a shrug as though trying to hide his previous humiliating admission. “You always kiss me good night first.”

You giggled, pecking his lips. “You’re so spoiled.”

“Brat,” he grumbled, before he abruptly pulled you closer to him, and laid the both of you down on the bed, burrowing his face into your neck. “Go to sleep already.”

“Good night, Kuna,” you replied back once more with a butterfly-fluttering, warm laugh, kissing his shoulder. “I love you…”

"I love you too.”

my first ever one shot! not proofread, let me know if there’s any errors. might be ooc, i just love soft kuna

after a late night party, hosted as per usual at the fraternity house, you’re snuggled under one of the members, ryomen sukuna.

he’s been your boyfriend for about a year (longest relationship he’s been able to keep), but you guys are complete opposites.

you’re a smart, sweet girl that loves cute things. keeps her stuff organized and neat and has a small but good circle of friends.

sukuna is the typical frat boy, parties all night, doesn’t pay attention in his classes, and has a pretty high amount of hookups.

well, the last one stopped, ever since he met you in his chemistry class. he dreaded going to that class. well, until he met you.

sitting in the middle of the class, not to close to the teacher to get targeted, but not to far to fall asleep. small ribbons tied into your wavy hair, flowing down your back.

he swears that it was love at first sight. and he might be right, since you guys have been tied together ever since.

just like tonight, cuddled close in bed. your head rests on his bicep and his arm is circled around your waist.

everything is at peace, until sukuna shifts. a lot.

his body jolts, sweat beading in small droplets on his forehead. sukunas brows furrow in his sleep, his grip around you tightening.

he wakes up, sitting up quickly as he pants quietly.

you stir, as you feel his quick shift off of you.

“ryo?” you watch as his body shakes. you sit up next to him. you place your hand gently onto his shoulder, and he flinches.

“baby what’s wrong?”

he can’t respond yet. he’s still in his own head, scared and trembling, which was completely unlike himself.

you move your face towards his, seeing his pale expression, tears beading up. your eyes widen at the sight.

“oh baby…” your hands softly cup his face, and he surprisingly leans into it, even in his vulnerable state.

sukuna then completely drops into you. he buries his own face into your neck, kissing there softly as his arms wrap around your waist. he squeezes tight, not wanting to let go.

your arms wrap around him as well. you bury your manicured nails into his hair, raking into his pink locks.

“do you wanna…talk about it?” you ask, keeping your voice a low whisper.

“no, ma.” he whispered back. “jus’ a nightmare.”

sukuna pauses. you catch his slight hesitation.

“you won’t ever leave me, right?”

your eyes widen a little, pulling back slightly to look at him.

“god baby, no. no.” your thumbs rub his cheeks.

“…okay.”

you nod softly. “okay.” you repeat back. “you wanna cuddle at least?”

sukuna gently pushes you down back onto the bed. his big arms, still slightly tense, wrap around you again like before he had woken.

he mumbled something into your chest, and you lower your head to his hair.

“what did you say, ryo? i couldn’t hear.”

“i love you. don’t ever leave me, okay?”

you laugh softly. “i love you too, baby. and i already said i wouldn’t.”

“promise me then.”

“promise.”

the bass was so loud it vibrated in your teeth.

you were standing just inside the front door of the massive frat house, clutching the hem of your sweater like it was a lifeline. the place was packed—bodies grinding, red cups everywhere, someone yelling “CHUG CHUG CHUG” in the distance. the air smelled like cheap beer, weed, and way too much cologne.

you felt completely out of place.

ryomen sukuna—your boyfriend of three weeks, the walking red flag with pink hair and tattoos crawling up his neck—was right beside you, one big hand resting possessively on your lower back.

he looked right at home. black button-up half-unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up, that lazy dangerous smirk already on his face. people kept nodding at him as they passed, some even doing double-takes when they saw you tucked against his side.

“you good, baby?” he asked, voice low enough that only you could hear it over the music.

you nodded quickly, even though your heart was racing. “yeah. just… loud.”

he snorted, thumb rubbing a small circle on your back. “told you it was gonna be loud. you still wanted to come.”

“i wanted to see what your world looks like,” you mumbled, cheeks heating up. you were the shy bookish girl who spent friday nights in the library, and he was the infamous frat president who threw parties that ended up on the campus group chat for all the wrong reasons.

sukuna leaned down, lips brushing your ear. “my world’s a lot less interesting when you’re not in it.”

you blushed harder. he’d been doing that lately—saying sweet things in that rough voice like it was nothing. it always caught you off guard.

he guided you deeper into the house, keeping you close so no one bumped into you too hard. when a drunk guy stumbled past and almost spilled his drink on you, sukuna’s arm shot out, steadying the cup with one hand while pulling you tighter against his side with the other.

“watch it,” he growled at the guy, voice low and dangerous.

the guy mumbled an apology and scurried away.

sukuna looked down at you, smirk softening just a fraction. “you want something to drink? non-alcoholic. i know you don’t do the hard shit.”

you nodded, surprised he remembered. “just soda is fine.”

he disappeared for maybe two minutes and came back with a can of coke and a bottle of water. he handed you the coke, then cracked the water open for himself.

“stay close,” he said, leaning in again. “if anyone bothers you, tell me. i’ll handle it.”

you sipped your drink, feeling a little warmer. he wasn’t acting like the wild party animal everyone warned you about. he was… attentive. almost gentle.

an hour later you were tipsy.

you only had two drinks (sukuna made sure they were weak and watched the guy pour them), but you were a lightweight and the music was making your head spin in the best way. you were giggling at everything, clinging to sukuna’s arm as he led you to a quieter corner of the backyard.

“you’re cute when you’re drunk,” he muttered, guiding you to sit on a low stone wall.

“i’m not drunk,” you protested, even though you were swaying a little. “i’m… pleasantly buzzed.”

he snorted and crouched in front of you, hands on your knees to steady you. “yeah? then why are you trying to take your shoes off?”

you looked down. sure enough, you were fumbling with the straps of your heels.

“they’re uncomfortable,” you whined.

sukuna sighed, but there was a little fondness to it. he gently batted your hands away and undid the straps himself, slipping your shoes off and setting them beside you.

“better?” he asked.

you nodded happily and leaned forward, wrapping your arms around his neck. “you’re being really nice tonight. i thought you’d be… you know. wild.”

he raised an eyebrow. “wild how?”

“throwing people in the pool. shotgunning beers. starting fights. the usual frat king stuff.”

sukuna chuckled, low and rough, and stood up, pulling you with him so you were tucked against his chest.

“i can do all that shit any night,” he said, one hand rubbing slow circles on your back. “tonight i’ve got you. and you’re too soft for that chaos. so i’m keeping you safe instead.”

your heart did a stupid little flip.

“you’re sweet when you want to be,” you mumbled into his shirt.

“don’t tell anyone,” he warned, but he was smiling against your hair. “ruins my reputation.”

someone yelled his name from across the yard—one of his frat brothers waving a beer pong paddle.

sukuna didn’t even glance over. “busy,” he called back, loud enough to be heard over the music.

the guy laughed and gave a thumbs-up, clearly used to it.

you tilted your head up at him. “you can go play if you want. i’ll be okay.”

“nah.” he leaned down and pressed a slow kiss to your forehead. “i’m good right here.”

later, when you started feeling a little too warm and dizzy, sukuna noticed immediately.

“alright, lightweight,” he said, scooping you up bridal-style without asking. “time to go home.”

“but the party—” you protested weakly.

“the party will survive without us.” he carried you through the crowd like you weighed nothing, people parting for him automatically. someone tried to hand him a drink; he ignored it.

outside, the night air was cooler. he set you down gently by his car, keeping one arm around your waist while he opened the passenger door.

“in you go, princess.”

you climbed in, giggling when he had to help you with the seatbelt because your fingers were clumsy.

on the drive home he kept one hand on your thigh, thumb rubbing slow circles.

“you had fun?” he asked quietly.

you nodded, head resting against the seat. “yeah. you were… really sweet. i didn’t expect that.”

he glanced over at you, that lazy smirk back on his face.

“don’t get used to it,” he said, but his voice was soft.

you smiled sleepily. “too late. i already like this version of you.”

he didn’t answer, but his hand squeezed your thigh gently.

when you got back to your dorm, he walked you all the way to your door, making sure you got inside safely.

before he left he leaned down and kissed you—slow, warm, tasting like the one beer he allowed himself.

“text me when you wake up tomorrow,” he murmured against your lips. “and drink water before you sleep.”

you nodded, floating a little.

he waited until you locked the door behind you before he walked away.

except… he didn’t actually leave.

ten minutes later there was a soft knock on your door.

you opened it, still a little dizzy, and found sukuna standing there with a bottle of water, a pack of plain crackers, and your favorite hoodie that he must have grabbed from his car.

“you’re still here?” you asked, surprised.

he shrugged, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. “figured you might need help getting ready for bed. you’re swaying like a damn pendulum.”

you let him guide you to sit on the edge of your bed. he knelt down, helped you take off your shoes, then handed you the water and crackers.

“small sips,” he said. “and eat a couple of these so you don’t feel like shit tomorrow.”

you obeyed, watching him with soft eyes as he moved around your small room—plugging in your phone, turning off the big light, leaving the lamp on low.

when you finished the crackers he took the wrapper and tossed it in the trash, then helped you change into comfy pajamas (his hoodie, of course).

“come here,” he said, pulling back the covers.

you crawled in. he kicked off his shoes and slid in beside you without being asked, pulling you against his chest.

“you don’t have to stay,” you mumbled sleepily, even though you were already curling into him.

“i know,” he replied, one hand stroking your hair. “but i’m staying anyway. someone has to make sure you don’t choke on your own tongue or something.”

you laughed softly. “romantic.”

“shut up and sleep, princess.”

you did, warm and safe in his arms, the distant thump of the party long forgotten.

he’s sprawled on his bed as you get ready for class, just watching you while you apply lip gloss at the flip-top vanity desk in his room (that he absolutely bought for you even if he denies it) and then—“babe, c’mere. give me a kiss.", you roll your eyes because you just applied your gloss and blah blah, but you still go to him anyway, pressing a soft kiss to his lips and he sighs, tangling a hand in your hair as he deepens the kiss. you never make it to class.

or—

toji, the guy who intimidates others when walking past them on the street with his broad frame and smug look that says “don’t look at me, or else” was not the same toji you saw when he opened the door during dinner time to greet you.

“ ‘m home doll” he said whispering while sliding in carefully in case you were asleep waiting for him like it tends to occur from time to time. He placed his bag on the entrance floor.

“look who’s back!” you said, coming out of the kitchen to greet him with a towel on your hand from making dinner.

He didn’t say anything.

He walked toward you, slowly, heavy steps coming in your direction- and immediately wrapped his hands around your waist before you could say another word. His head sunk in your shoulder seeking comfort and bringing you warmth only he could. 

“toji?” you laughed in between breaths. “you okay?”

Silence filled the room. His fingertips dug into your skin, checking to see you were here, here with him. “yeah, ‘m fine,” he responded in a lower tone than usual. “just need to hold you”

“miss me much?” he murmured, turning his head to get a closer look at your reaction. 

you snorted. “your were gone four hours max” 

“too long” His lips brushed your neck for just a second. quick in a way for you not to notice how much he needed you. “dinner can wait, c’mere”

he didn’t even give you a chance to argue, dragging you with him to the couch. holding you so dearly no one could ever guess this was the intimidating guy everyone feared on the street.

you of all people understood how big toji actually was. and his appetite followed. but during the coldest months of the year, his hunger had increased exponentially.

every morning you'd pack him extra snacks with overcomplicated flavors for a protein bar like 'birthday cake parfait,' which he insisted was necessary.

it wasn't surprising to find the egg carton almost empty after only one breakfast. overall, your husband's food intake had grown to be ravenous.

one night, when he was coming out of the shower, you finally noticed the changes. and oh.

toji was fucking huge.

your eyes trailed his biceps as he extended them to put his shirt on over his head. the way the towel clung to his now less defined abs but strong-looking chest and pecs in a way that made you drool.

after changing into his pajamas you could see the not so descrete grin on his face.

"ma youve been staring at me like ur trynna make me explode or sum" he said with a tone teasingly low as he approched closer, his body towering yours.

you blinked, getting a closer look of the veins that ran across his arms. "i have not!"

he huffed in amussment taking a step closer again, each one slow and deliberate. the added weight made him look fuller somehow. thicker.

"yeah?" he asked, his grin only becoming wider. the took a step closer till his face was on your neck placing soft kisses aling side it.

you grabbed onto his arm squizzing the strength in it. toji couldn't help but let a low chuckle into your neck as he placed yet another kiss.

"so just enjoying the view huh?" he said taking you into an embrace, grabbing you from back so that it be on top of his chest while you sat on the bed.

" 'ji you got so.. big"

that made him smirk.

"kinda the whole point, doll" he replied simpky. "winter bulk"

he nuzzled into the crook of your neck ince again, radiating warmness all over you. the way his chest felt, how his arms craddled your frame making him look even bigger next to yours.

he look into your eyes, his glistening with the kins of domestic comfort only he could give.

"too much?" he asked, quieter now.

"no" you admitted, give him a gentle kiss on the mouth. "i think its my favorite season of you"

gojo, the guy who was known for flirting as if it were a sport. the one that drove his hellcat around campus blasting the worst tracks known to man and threatened to beat up anyone who wanted the volume lower.

no one, not even his closest friends at the party, would guess that satoru whined any time you denied him his head pats and cuddle time because he was too dirty to get in bed. (or that he even needed the soft touches or else he'd go crazy, starved).

"toru, you've been rolling outside in dirt all day! so no, you're not getting in bed or near me. these sheets are staying clean, no excuses!" you said, curled up in your shared bed already in your newly cleaned pajamas and with washed hair.

"babyyy..." he'd mutter all shy and timid while leaning in to you, trying to get a grasp at your waist. "c'mon, just a little grace, you wouldn't exile me of all people."

"pleaseee, at least let me lean my head. i won't even move."

satoru gojo was pouting. pouting like he would starve unless you massaged his scalp, tugging every now and then at his hair while resting his head on your thighs.

he leaned in, towering over you, his lips only inches away from yours.

"don't be mean, bae," he murmured softly.

before you could shove him away and protest, he pressed a quick kiss to the corner of your mouth. less cocky than his usual ones, more gentle, more needy.

he stared, catching your gaze with a little puppy look in his eyes which made it impossible to turn down any of his pleas.

he held the stare, making any resolve you had start to crumble. "don't look at me like that.." you whispered.

"like what?" satoru teased with his usual cocky grin.

like he needed you to hold him.

he leaned in again, a lot slower this time, pressing the most gentle kisses along your jaw and then down to your neck. you didn't push him away; it was impossible to deny this care from him.

his forehead was nestled against your neck, his warm breath felt hot against your skin. "mghm.." he grunted with need. your caramel smell and soft head pats were all he wanted. he exhaled like he found what he had been searching for all day. his hands rested on your waist, careful not to ruin all the pampering his sweet girl had given him.

your fingers slid into his hair, giving him the exact type of tugs he desired so much.

"okay, i'm taking a really cold shower now," he said abruptly, getting up, your fingers tangled in his hair getting yanked off. you couldn't help but break into a smile. "i'm coming back in five, and you're not allowed to say no to me."

toji, the guy who intimidates others when walking past them on the street with his broad frame and smug look that says “don’t look at me, or else” was not the same toji you saw when he opened the door during dinner time to greet you.

“ ‘m home doll” he said whispering while sliding in carefully in case you were asleep waiting for him like it tends to occur from time to time. He placed his bag on the entrance floor.

“look who’s back!” you said, coming out of the kitchen to greet him with a towel on your hand from making dinner.

He didn’t say anything.

He walked toward you, slowly, heavy steps coming in your direction- and immediately wrapped his hands around your waist before you could say another word. His head sunk in your shoulder seeking comfort and bringing you warmth only he could. 

“toji?” you laughed in between breaths. “you okay?”

Silence filled the room. His fingertips dug into your skin, checking to see you were here, here with him. “yeah, ‘m fine,” he responded in a lower tone than usual. “just need to hold you”

“miss me much?” he murmured, turning his head to get a closer look at your reaction. 

you snorted. “your were gone four hours max” 

“too long” His lips brushed your neck for just a second. quick in a way for you not to notice how much he needed you. “dinner can wait, c’mere”

he didn’t even give you a chance to argue, dragging you with him to the couch. holding you so dearly no one could ever guess this was the intimidating guy everyone feared on the street.