usagi

“ehhh? who’s this tall fool stompin’ through my house?”

“your husband of seventy long years,” he wheezes, dramatically lowering himself onto the bed. “and my back hurts from carrying this marriage.”

you clutch your chest like you might faint. “marriage? to you? lord have mercy, no wonder my hips don’t work right..”

that’s all it takes. he pounces, still hunched over in character, pushing you down onto the mattress. it’s stupid, but it still makes your skin heat when his body presses against yours, when his mouth brushes your neck and he groans, “mmm, lemme show you these old man skills.”

“hah—don’t break your hip on me,” you shoot back, but you’re already melting under him, hands tugging at his buttons.

the clothes come off in awkward tumble - you fumbling with your own waistband while he mutters nonsense about his “arthritis.” but then his cock’s sliding against you, thick and heavy, and the humor cuts sharp with heat.

he eases inside slow, both of you groaning way too dramatically, like two old people creaking in their joints.

“ouuugh, my back,” he rasps, thrusting deep enough to steal your breath.

“ohhh, my knees,” you moan, clinging to him even tighter.

and then it’s just fucking—hot, heavy, bodies smacking together—but every now and then you both throw in the act again, breaking each other into shaky laughter between moans.

“kids these days wouldn’t last five minutes like this,” he grunts, pounding into you hard.

“back in my day,” you gasp, rolling your hips, “men didn’t even last two.”

he barks out a laugh, then grabs your thighs and folds you in half, fucking you so deep your eyes roll back. “careful, sweetheart, you’re gonna give little ol' me a heart attack.”

the bed’s creaking, you’re gasping, and the roleplay starts slipping as your orgasm builds—your nails digging into his back.

“fuck—oh fuck—” he groans, forehead pressed against yours, but right when you’re both on the edge, he lets out one more exaggerated wheeze:

“call the nurse.. i’m not gonna make it..”

that breaks you, moaning and laughing into his mouth as you cum hard around him. he follows quick, spilling inside with a final deep thrust, groaning like his spine just snapped in two.

fluff - the moment fashion student!geto realizes his feelings about you.

“Would you rather be blind or deaf ?”

“Huh?! ” Suguru looked up at you, his brows furrowed in confusion. You giggled softly at his perplexity. “I don't know, it just popped into my head.”

“Stop moving!” he chided while kneeling infont of you. He gave a gentle tug on the measurement tape looped around your waist, pulling it taut. He was meticulously taking your measurements for the upcoming college ball gown, and you sudden laughing was ruining his precision and testing his patience.

“You didn't answer though” you snickered. He let out a sigh of mock exasperation, finally raising to his feet to measure your shoulders. Because he stood a few inches taller than you, the sudden shift in proximity forced you to tilt your head back to look up at him.

“Deaf,” he replied after what felt like an eternity, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “So I don't have to hear your bullshit ever again.”

“That's rude,” you pouted, wanting to cross your arms but you realized he would kill you if you tried to move again.

Suguru looked down at you, the teasing comeback dying on his tongue. His gaze lingered on your face, taking you in with a sharp clarity— the soft pout of your lips, wet and shiny with gloss, the gentle flutter of your lashes, the effulgent softness of your skin just inches away. He had never looked at you this way before.

Now that he had noticed, the sudden warmth spreading in his chest was overwheming him.

“Uhm..uhh I-I'm sorry,” he stammered, stumbling across his words as he abruptly turned away to write the measurments in his small notebook. Burying his face in one hand, he desperately questioned himself.

Why was he feeling this strange sensation in his stomach ?

You and Suguru had been inseparable since your very first day of college, back and you'd found him sitting completely alone in the library and forced him into a conversation. As much as he had claimed to found you annoying back then, he never could have expected you to be such a big part of his life.

“Suguu, I was joking!” you assured him, mistaking his silence something else. Since he was finished taking your measurements, you were curious about what came next. Stepping up behind him, your eyes lingered on the soft and neat pinned bun at the back os his head. You leaned in closer to peer over his shoulder at the notebook, your proximity made him jump.

You were close, too close.

He froze, your warmth radiating against his back. Slowly, he turned his head, his dark eyes locking onto yours for a second.

The playful teasing was gone now, replaced by a quiet stillness. Suguru looked down at your lips, then back to your eyes, swallowing hard as he tried to process the sudden heat rushing through his veins.

From this moment on, he'd never look at you the same way again. He found himself watching the way you worried your inner cheek between your teeth, completely absorbed in the notes filling his notebook and the papers strewn across the desk.

“Don't do that,” he murmured, his voice lower than usual. You blinked tilting your head in confusion. “Don't do what ?”

The sound of your voice snapped a wire in his brain. He slammed his notebook shut, taking a massive step backward. “I-I need to buy more fabric,” he blurted out, his voice a pitch higher.

Before you could even ask another question, he was practically throwing his measuring tape on the desk and rushing for the door, leaving standing alone in the room, completely confused, while outside, Suguru leaned against the wall, clutching his chest and praying his heart wouldn't explode.

pairing: neighbor!sukuna x reader

synopsis: your new neighborhood is good so far. the folks are friendly and the big, scary guy next door is hot. but what happens when the noise coming from his apartment becomes too much and—is that a baby you hear?

contains: fluff, little bit of crack, neighbors to enemies to friends to lovers, angst if you squint, domestic moments, slice-of-life, uncle sukuna, nephew yuji, dinosaurs, unlikely co-parents(?), nonsexual nudity, jealousy, slowburn(?), making out, eventual smut (dry humping), sukuna yearning, mentions of clubbing and alcohol as well as drug and gambling addiction.

words: 24.2k (complete)

part one

part two

part three

extra:

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drabbles:

#1 #2 #3 #4 #5

Nearby, an elderly lady is sitting on her own bench, tossing bread crumbs to the pigeons while watching the kids. She squints at Yuji, tilts her head, and asks, “Which one is yours?”

You point at him just as he wobbles up, trying his best to walk. Inevitably, he topples onto his bottom, laughing so hard he snorts a little.

“Awww, what a cute toddler!” she gushes.

“Thank you,” you say, smiling.

“How old is he?” she asks.

“Just turned 14 months,” you reply, still smiling.

The old lady freezes. Her eyes widen as if you’ve just told her such shocking news.

Before you can recover, a mom sitting nearby pipes up, shocked, “No way! He’s just 14 months?”

You laugh, shrugging. “Yep. Just turned 14”

“How is he that big?” another mom asks incredulously. “What do you feed him?”

You chuckle again, looking at Yuji who is busy looking at his soft tummy and shoes all of the sudden. “It’s just genetics.”

Then, another mom joins in, holding her four year old daughter on her lap. “My daughter is four, and she’s the same height as him!” she says, wide eyed. You glance over and oh wow—her preschooler is practically eye level with Yuji. You even notice Yuji might be a little heavier than her daughter.

Before you can respond, the first mom leans closer, worried but mostly judging. “Maybe you should check him. A doctor should see him. He’s… too big. It’s unhealthy!”

You try to laugh it off, but the mothers continue their discussion, judging and debating like a panel of baby nutrition experts. Some genuinely look concerned, others are just shocked that a 14 month old could be so robust. You internally roll your eyes. Yuji is simply a hungry little guy, thriving on nine bottles of milk a day plus meals and snacks.

Just as the conversation reaches peak chaos, a deep, confident voice cuts through the park chatter.

“My boy.”

You turn, and there he is: Sukuna, your 7 foot tall, muscular, tan-skinned husband, walking towards you in the park with hands casually in his pockets. The park seems to shrink around him.

Yuji, seeing his dad, clumsily runs into Sukuna’s arms, giggling uncontrollably. Sukuna scoops him up effortlessly with one arm, like he’s holding a feather.

And suddenly… Yuji looks like exactly what he is: your normal 14 month old baby. No one dares argue. The mothers turn away, sheepish, their earlier shock melting into embarrassed silence. You can’t help but laugh at their cold, jealous faces.

Sukuna walks up, gently handing Yuji to you, and says, “Let’s go home, ma.”

“Not yet,” you say, sitting back on the bench and motioning for Yuji to play a little longer.

The old lady watches him, nodding knowingly now. “Ah, now it makes sense,” she says with a laugh.

Sukuna glances at her, eyebrow raised in confusion, but Yuji is already back in the sandpit, kicking up sand and squealing with joy. Sukuna joins his son's little game.

You watch them, heart full, as Yuji tries to stack a bucket of sand and promptly knocks it over, sand flying everywhere. Sukuna’s laughter rumbles like distant thunder, squeezing Yuji’s fat cheeks one more time.