distracting toji while he's on the phone...♡ (rough!toji x sweet!fem reader)
tojis halfway through a phone call when you climb onto the couch beside him, immediately curling into his side while he keeps talking, one arm stretched across the back of the cushions behind you and his phone pressed to his ear.
its something about money, something about work, something thats got his brows pulled together while he listens with that oh so familiar rough expression.
"yeah, I heard you," he mutters "then tell 'im I aint payin extra."
meanwhile, youre completely occupied with him.
your fingers find the side of his hair first, gently combing through the shorter strands near his temple while your cheek rests against his shoulder. toji keeps listening while you continue absent mindedly playing with him. your hand drifts lower, tracing the line of his jaw before finding his collar, smoothing it down and then fiddling with it again for no reason other than you just felt like touching it.
"because that aint what we agreed on." he says into the phone, voice steady despite the fact youve now moved on to his hands.
you turn one of them over in your lap, running your thumb along old scars and rough knuckles, tracing every line in his skin with a quiet concentration while the conversation continues.
the man on the other end keeps talking, and toji tries listening.
then your fingers slide to the rolled sleeves of his top, adjusting them before trailing slowly down his forearm, following the muscle there with light touches that dont mean much to you and mean everything to him.
his jaw tightens slightly. "yeah," he mutters into the phone, "mhm"
by now youve found his hand again, interwining your fingers with his, turning them, tracing the shape of his thumb while leaning a little more heavily into his side.
youre not even looking at him, youre just happy sitting there, all soft and sweet, quietly occupying yourself with whatever part of him happens to be within your reach.
the silence on the other end of the call stretches.
"...you still there?" the guy asks.
toji blinks once, realizing he hasnt heard a godamn thing for the last minute. his eyes drop to you where youre curled against him, happily playing with his fingers while resting your cheek on his shoulder.
"yeah." he says "keep talkin."
but his free hand is already settling over yours, thumb brushing across your knuckles while he looks down at you for a second longer than necessary, then he leans over and presses a rough distracted kiss against the top of your head without interrupting the call, squeezing your hand once before settling back into the couch.
toji still isnt listening to the man on the phone, not with you tucked into his side playing with his hair, his sleeves, his hands, every soft little touch way too distracting.
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ᝰ.ᐟ nanami with a girlfriend who has sensitive thighs ⸝⸝ 18+ mdni
bf!nanami is a man of physical habit, when you two are winding down on the couch after his long shift—his heavy, warm hand naturally finds a home on your thigh. the first time it happens, he’s just reading the paper, but he feels the immediate, rigid tension in your muscles.
he casually glances over, assuming you’re just caught off guard or feeling a bit shy. "are you cold?" he asks, his deep voice slicing through the quiet room. when you quickly shake your head, he simply pats your knee and shrugs it off, returning to his reading, though his observant mind notes the slight tremor in your frame.
bf!nanami who starts getting genuinely suspicious after the third or fourth time. it doesn't matter if his touch is a passive weight or a gentle, absentminded caress through your sweatpants—your breath hitches every single time. he notices the way your toes curl, the subtle shiver that runs up your spine, and the way you try to casually shift away from his reach.
nanami is nothing if not analytical; he knows compliance versus involuntary reaction, and you are definitely hiding something. he begins to purposely linger his touch, tracing the seam of your pants just to watch your eyelashes flutter and your lips part in a silent gasp.
bf!nanami decides to test his hypothesis on a rainy saturday afternoon. you're both cuddled up, your guard completely down as you watch a movie. without a word or a shift in his stoic expression, his large hand slides up your inner thigh and delivers a sudden, firm squeeze.
bf!nanami watches you gasp, a high, completely involuntary sound escaping your throat—a sharp, needy little squeak that cuts off the moment you realize what you've done. "oh? and what exactly was that noise for?" your hands fly to grip his wrist, trying to pull his hand away, but he doesn't let go.
instead, a slow, incredibly rare, and distinctly smug smirk pulls at the corner of his lips. he looks down at you through his glasses, thoroughly amused by your bright red face. "i don't recall the movie being quite that exciting," he drawls, his fingers sinking deeper into the soft flesh.
bf!nanami who is a little bit mean about it, but in the most intoxicating way possible. he deliberately applies just a fraction more pressure, kneading the sensitive muscle with his broad palm and watching you squirm helplessly against him. "i didn't realize a simple touch could reduce you to this," he murmurs, his voice dropping an octave, thick with a gravelly warmth that tells you he finds this incredibly hot.
he teases you relentlessly, leaning down so his lips brush your burning ear. "look at me. tell me why you're trembling so much just from my hand. if you don't answer, i'll just have to keep squeezing until you do." he refuses to let you look away until you confess just how sensitive your thighs actually are.
bf!nanami who likes to abuse this newfound knowledge at every single opportunity, especially when he wants to fluster you in public. if you're out at a quiet restaurant, his hand will slide under the tablecloth, his fingers mapping out the soft skin of your thighs.
he loves watching you try to maintain a straight face while ordering food, your fingers white-knuckling the menu because he's lightly scratching the apex of your thigh. when you catch his eye, pleading with him silently, he just takes a calm sip of his wine and whispers, "focus on the waiter, sweetheart. tell him what you want to eat."
bf!nanami turns into an absolute menace behind closed doors. during sex, your thighs become his absolute favorite target. he likes to pin your legs wide apart, his heavy palms bruising your hips before sliding down to grip your thighs with enough force to leave faint, temporary marks.
he loves to deeply knead the ultra-sensitive skin right where your leg meets your hip, watching your back arch off the bed as you let out a ragged sob. "look at how flushed you get here," he grunts, his thumb pressing firmly into the sweet spot, relishing the way your thighs clamp around his waist in a desperate bid for relief.
bf!nanami who pairs his heavy-handed groping with sensory overload. while he’s driving himself into you, he’ll lean down to bite and press open-mouthed kisses against your inner thighs, deliberately targeting the spots that make your hips stutter-step and bring a sob to your throat.
he loves the contrast of his rough, calloused hands soothing over the ultra-sensitive skin, murmuring praises against your neck while ensuring you can't think about anything else but his touch.
he'll deliberately slow his pace just to focus entirely on your thighs, sinking his teeth into the soft skin until you're completely undone. "good girl," he rumbles against your skin, "let me hear you make that sound again."
summary: getting knocked up by your older brother’s fratbro wasn't exactly apart of your five year plan. least of all with notorious fuck boy ryomen sukuna.
pairing: frat!kuna x reader
content: everything in this series is considered 18+ so not minor friendly! contains mature content such as rough sex, breeding, spanking, spit play, light hitting, lactation kink, descriptive child birth, postpartum depression, angst, probably more
wc: 9.6k
dividers by: @petalpxl | series masterlist | art i commissioned by @495lz | part five
When you wake up, it’s to strong arms wrapped protectively around you, keeping your body snug against a warm chest as light rhythmic breaths fanned across your neck. Every attempt at sitting up ended with you being yanked back down and held tighter than before, a grunt of protest vibrating down your spine.
Memories of last night come rushing in, the way Sukuna held you so softly in his arms as he made love to you, confessed his love to you. Your mind still could not compute that the Ryomen Sukuna loved you. You had broken through the walls he built around his heart all those years ago, reminded him that love didn’t have to be rough and that it could be found in the rarest of places with people you’d least expect.
You had unleashed the big softie that was hidden underneath his hard exterior of scowls and rage that he wrapped himself in to protect the young boy who was still angry at being abandoned. You were experiencing a side of Sukuna that most people never had and the thought of being a part of something so exclusive, filled your mind with possessive thoughts.
He was so gentle last night, taking you until you both could barely move, dropping to the bed from pure exhaustion. He even ran you a bath after, helping wash your hair and scrub your body with such delicacy that you cried because he wasn’t just telling you that he loved you but making an effort to show it.
Your giggles fill the room when he flips you to lie on your back and settles his large body over yours, naked hips tucked between your legs and keeping his chest pressed against yours. Neither of you put on clothes after your bath, Sukuna claiming he couldn’t sleep without feeling your skin. One of his hands was on your hip and the other was holding himself over you. You couldn’t move even if you wanted to.
Not that you did, you were right where you wanted to be.
“Going somewhere sweetheart?”
He’s smiling down at you with sleepy eyes and your heart stutters because he looks ethereal with the morning light hitting his face, so soft even with his tattoos, so completely yours. You reach a hand up to caress his face and the way his breath hitches has you smirking knowingly.
You had Sukuna wrapped around your pretty little finger.
“Never.” You whisper, arms coming up to wrap around his neck, eyes burning into his red ones so intimately you felt you might combust.
A satisfied rumble vibrates through his chest, his eyes trailing to your lips before he’s placing his forehead to yours. The morning sun is shining through the room and the way his eyes glow a little brighter sends flutters through your body. The domesticity of this moment has your heart thumping, realizing just how unusual this is for Sukuna, the man who took what he wanted and moved on.
Yet here he was with you, holding you like he was afraid to let go, like if he loosened his grip just a little you would disappear.
“You’re staring.” His voice was angelic, rough with lingering sleep and he was staring through your soul, eyes locked on yours like you were the only person in the world. Like he was committing this moment to memory.
“Hmm, I am-” Your voice cracked as tears started to blur your vision and before you could give him a chance to comment on it, you pulled him down and pressed your lips against his. Losing yourself in this moment, savoring every second you were with him because Sukuna was clearly in love but you were hopelessly devoted. Foolishly lost to his existence.
The kiss was extra soft, soul crushingly desperate in the way you clung to him. Every emotion you couldn't put into words poured into it instead. Every day you spent hiding your feelings for him came spilling out into one singular kiss. All the love that you had no idea what to do with, you gave it all to him.
When he finally pulled back to catch his breath, not you but him, his eyes were shining and his lips were red and glossy with your spit. You even noticed the purple marks on his neck, generous gifts you gave him last night as a reminder that he was yours. He looks thoroughly claimed.
“I love you.” You can’t help but to say it again and the way his smile softens, the joke written on his tongue dissolving into adoration. His body pressed flush against yours, the feel of his bare chest burning through your skin.
“I know.” He nuzzles his nose against yours, breathing your air and it sends chills through your body. A tear escapes and slides down your face before you can stop it. Fuck, you were so gone. “I love you too, baby. Love you so much.”
It had been a very long time since Sukuna was able to take a true full breath. One not riddled with childhood trauma, one that actually made him feel like he was alive and human again. He almost felt it when his daughter was born but he had still been accepting the fact that he was a father so his body denied him that relief. And what a breath of fresh air it had been when he told you he loved you and you said it back.
You fucking said it back and said it again the next day, no sign of doubt in your honey laced voice and Sukuna might as well have died and went to heaven. That uncommon feeling of insecurity that had him in a chokehold, the idea that you somehow didn’t feel the same, had dissolved in the matter of seconds just by hearing three little words.
He would have laid in bed with you all day but he promised to pick up your shared daughter before practice, giving you time to cram in some last minute studying before he was gone most of the day.
Sukuna had told you that after practice he had some frat obligations to carry out but that wasn’t entirely truthful. Sure, he did have to stop by the fraternity but that was only to tell them that he was out. His priority no longer lied with his chosen brothers but to the family he had pledged his life to, the only pledge worth keeping.
Gojo’s response had only been to smile and say: “About damn time bro.”
He also had another stop to make, nothing too big, just going ring shopping with the only person that knew you probably better than he did. Nanami. The man immediately agreed when Sukuna told him his plans to propose to you at practice, and now that they were standing in a jewelry shop, the pink haired giant began to panic.
What if you didn’t want to get married? He remembered the conversation with Nanami when you told him you were pregnant and he hinted at Sukuna marrying you. You had specifically said “What makes you think I want to get married?”
What if there was still truth to that? Sure, you had said that you loved him but people loved others all the time without wanting to tie themselves to their partner legally. Doubt, another foreign feeling to him, pooled in his stomach and twisted until he felt nauseous. You had reduced him to a coward and he hated it. Since when had Sukuna been afraid of rejection? If a girl denied him, he respected their wishes and moved onto the next. There was a long line of women throwing themselves at him, he never had time to sulk over it.
But they weren’t you and this was far from some drunken one night stand. You were the woman who made him a father, who he wanted to share a last name with, who slowly tore down that brick wall guarding his heart. Piece by piece, layer by layer until he was left bare and confessing the embarrassing amount of love he held for you.
Fuck it. He was already here, might as well get the fucking thing over with.
The store was humming with soft classical music as Sukuna stood stiffly beside Nanami, hating every second of this. Wishing he was home with you and his daughter, locked away in your own little domain where only you three existed.
“You seem nervous. There’s no need to be, (name) isn’t a very picky person, it’s really the thought that counts.”
Before Sukuna could deny it, tell his possibly soon to be brother in law that he didn’t know what the fuck he was talking about, a sales associate approached with a bright smile plastered on their face and Sukuna instantly had a headache.
“Welcome! Are we shopping for anything special today?” His overly enthusiastic smile pissed Sukuna off, which was ridiculous because he knew others' happiness shouldn’t annoy him, even if it was clearly fake as hell.
“An engagement ring and we don’t need help.” He answers flatly, ignoring the way the salesman’s eyes widened before he cools his expression into a practiced calm, staring nervously up at the 6 '5, tattooed college student who was sporting a glare that warned the man to fuck off.
Nanami’s giving Sukuna a scathing look, but he can’t see it because he’s too busy looking at the display of rings (why the fuck were there so many?) but he can feel the disappointment seeping from him.
“Of course sir! Apologies, please let me know if you need anything at all. I’d be glad to help.” And he’s sprinting to brother someone else and Sukuna is glad because while he may have softened for you and his child, and in extension tolerated Nanami, that kindness didn’t apply to strangers.
“You’re truly an asshole dude.” Nanami seethes while pinching the bridge of his nose, red creeping up his neck.
Sukuna almost laughs, almost. Instead he settles on a smirk because you would hate it if you found out they were arguing after growing closer during your pregnancy. Sukuna was being good for you, changing for you.
“Good thing I’m not marrying you.”
Nanami ignores the comment because he would rather literally explode than be stuck with Sukuna for the rest of his life. He was here for you and because he knew his teammate would fuck this up without him.
Sukuna starts moving around the shop, his annoyance growing because everything he pointed out Nanami claimed you wouldn’t like. Everything Nanami pointed out, Sukuna criticized.
“No. Absolutely not. Too small. Too ugly. What the fuck is that?”
A woman nearby gives Sukuna a scandalous look at the last comment and Nanami pretends not to know him. He can’t imagine how his friend looks right now in the eyes of someone who didn’t know him, hat on backwards and dressed in a compression shirt that showed how his muscles flexed as his anger grew. Red eyes blazing, mouth turned downward and his face set in a permanent sneer.
Sukuna was truly scary. What on earth did you see in him?
“What’s your budget?” He asks as they move to a different display case. These ones seem a little more up your alley, though the price tags had him sweating. Nanami could remember a conversation you had as children where you said your ideal ring was a blue ring pop and while these weren’t the candy you loved back then, they damn near matched in size.
Sukuna deadpans him and Nanami’s cheeks turn a light tint of red. He sometimes forgot that the Itadori’s had enough money to buy half the country if they wanted to.
“Right, I forgot. Trust fund baby.”
Sukuna didn’t have a budget. He wasn’t reckless with money after receiving his inheritance, he typically lived very frugally for someone of his background. The only times he’d ever really splurged was on his car, shopping for his daughter, the apartment he bought you, and apparently now.
The ring he was eyeing was ridiculously expensive, nearly ¥6,409,720 and it was huge as fuck, likely to swallow your finger. It was perfect, exactly what Sukuna was looking for and Nanami actually agreed. He wanted to be sure no one would miss the way it sat pretty on your finger, telling the entire world that you were his.
“That one.”
It’s May now. Graduation is coming up and Sukuna has been in full blown soccer mode the past month, the sport consuming his life. He’s barely had time to think let alone propose to you and he bought that fucking ring weeks ago. Between classes, games, and parenting, it seemed like he couldn’t get a moment to himself.
Your baby just turned ten weeks, a little over two months old now and the pride and joy of yours and Sukuna’s life. The tiny newborn was now a chunky infant with round cheeks and an ever changing face that resembled you more and more each passing day. Sukuna told you how perfect that was, that now there were two of you that he could love and spoil.
She was smiling a lot more, staring too now that her visual tracking was improving. One night you had been typing away at your laptop, baby strapped in her bouncer as you worked on your final paper for your philosophy class.
When she made a sound you looked down at her just to find she had already been staring at you and your heart stuttered. Your daughter was Sukuna’s reflection but you were starting to make out your own features in her, like how she had your eye shape but his color, hair texture closer to yours but his red. She was becoming a true split of her parents.
You were going back on campus a lot more now too, especially since your parents decided that they lived too far away and would be moving closer to you. Closer as in a five minute walk away and you were grateful. They were beyond smitten with your daughter, commenting on how she did look like her father but they could see their old friend in her too and how symbolic it was that she shared a name with her late grandmother.
Today was game day. The weather was actually warm enough that you didn’t need a jacket, though your daughter was still slightly bundled in pink against your chest, tucked securely in her carrier. You thanked God that Sukuna had brought your baby protective headphones because the stands were loud, students and families filling in to support their loved one on the field. Nearby freshmen were chanting and the game hadn’t even started yet.
You adjusted your daughter’s headphones before pulling her tighter against your chest. She was up today, curious eyes trying their best to look around with her face pressed against your body. And while she was looking at the hundreds of new faces and bright lights, you were focused on the field, looking for a head of pink hair that had stolen your heart all those months ago.
You and your parents had gotten there early enough to get a front row seat so it would be easier for him to find you. Jin had even come with little Yuji who insisted on sitting next to his baby cousin. What you didn’t know was that Sukuna could find you in a room of a thousand.
He was currently on the field talking strategy with Nanami and his teammates. The game was about to start when he looked to the crowd and immediately spotted you. His stomach was flipping again but it did that every time he saw you and while he had grown used to it, it was different this time.
There you were, wearing a jersey that had his team’s colors, hair pulled behind your head with one of his hats on that had his number, his daughter tucked against your chest. The sight turned into a core memory, the way everyone else blurred and the only thing he could see was you and his baby. It was something he thought you only saw in movies but it was actively happening to him and Sukuna didn’t know what he did to get so lucky.
He was far from the type of guy you’d bring home to meet your parents. He wasn’t kind, had a terrible past of using people to get what he wanted, the reputation he built during his frat days not something one would be proud of and yet here he was. Staring at his future wife and his child, sitting in the stands wearing his colors, your face scrunched up and eyes squinted as you looked for him, just as he did the night he met you.
What a fucking turn of events.
Sukuna starts walking across the field, ignoring his teammates and coach asking where he was going. He had a few minutes before the game and he was craving the taste of your lips. Who cares if he was mid strategy?
When Sukuna reaches the fence separating the bleachers from the field, you’re smiling so bright that it momentarily blinds him as you hold your daughter's bum and stand, moving toward the fence. He’s wearing a cocky grin but Sukuna can feel his heart doing somersaults because you looked so fucking edible, and he was suddenly starving.
He felt the way he did watching you dance at that party nearly a year ago, completely hypnotized and wanting nothing more than to claim you. Only this time it was more than sex, sure he wanted to fuck you until you were creaming on cock but he wanted the world to know that you were his. His mind flashed back to the ring, how it would look on your finger if once you said yes, the smile you would wear looking down at him on one knee.
Once you're close enough, Sukuna reaches an arm over the fence and while being mindful of his daughter, pulls you closer until his lips were hovering just above yours. The way you were wide eyed and fighting back a laugh had his smirk widening, eyes knowing nothing but your face.
“Hi.” He whispered, completely oblivious to the people staring because no one else existed in this moment. It was just you, him and the baby strapped to your chest.
“Hi.” You swallow hard and he notices your attention drifting behind him and for a split second, white hot jealousy courses through his body because he wanted your attention to be solely on him. “Your coach looks like he’s going to murder you.”
He doesn’t acknowledge that because he couldn't care less what his coach thinks, hooking a finger under your chin and turning your head back to him. He could practically feel the heat from your face, your wide glossy eyes doing nothing to help the growing pool of need whirling deep in his chest. You were so beautiful, his perfect future wife.
“Missed you baby.”
And when you laugh his heart leaps, the sound the closest thing someone like him would probably get to experiencing heaven. Fuck, you were too good for him but he was going to selfishly keep you anyways.
“You just saw me this morning.”
“Hmmm, too long.” And before you could respond he’s pressing his lips against yours, the sound of his name being called fading away because the only thing he could hear was the blood rushing in his ears as his lips were lost to yours.
It ended all too soon. He had hesitantly pulled back before he decided the game wasn’t that important, his self control always hanging on a loose thread whenever it came to you.
Before you could stop him, he was reaching over and pulling his daughter from her carrier, paying no mind to the way you scolded him and the whistle his coach was blowing. Sukuna knew he was pissed but he’d deal with that later.
“Ryomen!” You shrieked but he could hear the laughter in your voice. The way you were enjoying this just as much as he was.
“Hey brat.” He’s barely smiling at the baby in his arms, but stars are exploding behind his eyes at the sight of his heart in his hands. She looks so cute with her little headphones, her head so small that they were swallowing her. He’s giving her kisses on the chubby cheeks he’d never admit to becoming obsessed with, relishing in the gummy smile she gave when she recognized her father’s voice.
His coach was calling his name for the nth time followed by a string of curses and Sukuna pulled his daughter close, breathing in her baby scent and giving her a final kiss on the head before tucking her back in her carrier.
With a defeated pout, he’s shooting you a wink and running back to the field.
They won the game that day by a landslide, Sukuna playing a little extra hard just so he could impress you. He was already a beast on the field but a need to gain your praise had burned through him and it led to him scoring most of the goals, even though there were two other forwards on his team.
To celebrate their win, a party was being thrown in their honor but Sukuna had declined, stating he had better plans than getting drunk with people he could hardly tolerate.
Later that night he was standing in front of the mirror in his room, smoothing down his dress shirt, anxiety on ten as his mind ran wild with thoughts that you wouldn’t like his outfit for your date night. Sukuna would fucking die before he wore a suit (we all know he’d wear it if you asked) but he made an effort since tonight was the night he planned on finally proposing to you. He even bought a chain after you mentioned he would look good with gold jewelry, the metal sitting cold against his chest and peeking through the top of his v neck shirt.
The small box was burning a hole through his pant pocket and he hated the look his twin was giving him through the mirror, arms crossed at his chest as he held his gaze behind those stupid glasses. If anyone knew him, it was him and he knew that Jin could probably smell the nervousness on him.
“You’ve changed.”
Sukuna grumbles like an angry old man, pushing his coral hair back and opting to ignore his brother's comment. Unfortunately, Jin wasn’t the type to let things go and Sukuna regretted asking him to babysit.
No one had been able to get under his skin the way his twin did but Sukuna would never admit that Jin also kept him humble. He knew the scared young boy he used to be and even though their personalities differed greatly and his brother never agreed with his fuckboy ways, he had never turned away from him. Sukuna would even admit that Jin was his platonic soulmate, even though he was sure that you were his twin flame.
“I mean it in a good way, idiot. Take it as a compliment, they’ve changed you for the better, you’re less grumpy. It’s refreshing, I missed this version of you.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” It was useless denying it, Jin had experienced every era of his life and the connection they had as identical twins ran deep. Sukuna was far from an open book, to everyone but his wombmate of course.
“You’ve spent the last five minutes making sure your shirt was good enough.”
“I’m making sure I don’t look stupid.” But it was so much more than that because caring what others thought was never a part of Sukuna’s personality and Jin knew that, though he wasn’t about to argue with his brother who was equally as stubborn as he was.
“Sure, Ryomen. We’ll go with that.”
After spending another ten minutes making sure he looked decent enough for you, he finally stepped out of your now shared room and into the living room. Wiping his sweaty palms down his pants, angry that he couldn’t get a hold on his nerves enough to not look like a fool in front of you. Why was he acting like a loser that never interacted with a woman before?
He froze at the sight of you, entire body buzzing with awe because standing before him was his future and you looked like a goddess, entirely out of his league. You were wearing a long sleeved square neck red dress that hugged your postpartum hips perfectly, your hair down and falling over your shoulders. Red gloss spread across your lips and he wondered what you tasted like.
Sukuna could smell the vanilla perfume from across the room. It clouded his senses and helped him drag his feet toward you.
You were looking admiringly at the ground where Yuji was lying on his stomach across from his cousin, watching her with wide eyes and a toothy smile as she did tummy time. Sukuna stole a quick glance before looking back at you.
Just as he was about to speak you turned around and the look you gave him had his tongue tied, the small smile making his head spin. Fuck. Every logical bone in his body told him to compliment you, but he was so lost in your eyes he forgot how to speak. Until Jin ruined it by smacking the back of his head and giving him a look that told him to speak up.
He gave his brother a glare who simply smirked and moved around him so he could sit with the children, picking up his niece and laughing at how Yuji immediately shot up and asked to hold her. Sukuna’s frown disappeared the moment he heard your laugh though. Your hand was covering your mouth and he wanted to scold you for hiding it from him.
Instead he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, face growing hot with nervousness as if he wasn’t balls deep inside of you this morning telling you over and over how much he loved you.
“You look handsome.” You were moving closer and fixing the collar of his shirt, hand trailing to hover over the necklace on his chest but your eyes never left his. Sukuna could feel his cock twitching at your touch, hand coming up to grab your hip and pull you closer.
“Yeah? Tried my best just for you baby.” And he relished in the way your breath hitched, grabbing your hand and bringing it to his mouth to kiss. He let his lips linger for a few seconds, enjoying the feel of your skin against his mouth before you both said your goodbyes and he was walking you out the door.
Sukuna kept his hand on your lower back as he led you toward the restaurant he had reserved the day he bought the ring sitting heavy in his pocket. The closer you got to the building the more confused you became. The parking lot was damn near empty which was unusual for this place and you would know because it was notoriously hard to get a table here.
“Are they closed?” You glance at him but he presses his hand against your back, urging you forward despite the suspiciousness of the situation.
“No.”
“Then where is everyone?” You didn’t think twice about the way he clenched his jaw or the slight tremble in hand as he moved it from behind your back and opened the door for you.
“You ask too many questions.”
You hit his chest, annoyed he wouldn’t answer because they were totally valid questions. It was too dead for a restaurant as popular as this one. You wonder what strings Sukuna pulled to even get a table on such short notice.
“And you’re being weird. What-” The words die on your tongue at the sight staring back at you.
The restaurant was empty, soft music filling the air and all the tables had been removed except for one that hosted two chairs. There were red roses scattered throughout the space, candles flickering in the dim room, the only people there being the staff members that moved with purpose throughout the room.
Your head slowly turns to him as he moves to stand next to you. He’s avoiding eye contact but living with him for so long had given you the ability to tell when he was nervous. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that Sukuna had bought out the fucking resturant.
“Did you-”
“S’not a big deal.” But the way you’re smiling and your eyes are widened in pure shock is.
Your smile shouldn’t affect him as much as it did but Sukuna felt something tightening in his chest and how could anyone blame him for staring when you were that cute? His pretty girl. He was so fucking whipped, it was borderline concerning.
Sukuna was grateful you didn’t push the matter. He just wanted one night that belonged entirely to the two of you. No strangers recognizing him from games. No crying babies, no family members, no school responsibilities demanding your attention.
Just you. For one evening, he wanted you all to himself.
The hostess welcomes you both in and leads you to the table sat near a huge window that overlooked Tokyo’s skyline and the view left you breathless. It wasn’t your first time seeing it but you still hadn’t grown used to the city, having grown up in the outskirts of it. Thousands of stars shined against the darkening sky as the sun disappeared and you turned to point out the sheer beauty to Sukuna, only he wasn’t looking at the view.
He was too busy looking at you and the intensity of his gaze had butterflies shooting straight to your cunt. The way he insisted on looking at you like no other woman existed always left you shy and needy and it didn’t help that he looked so fucking delicous in that outfit. The chain sending your mind racing with truly filthy thoughts.
“Y-you should, ahem, look at the view. It’s b-beautiful.” You felt so fucking stupid, stuttering like a teenager who had a crush on her brother’s older hot friend.
“I am.” He hums and moves closer, shrugging off his leather jacket and laying it on the seat next to you.
You gasp and take a step backward but it didn’t matter because he simply followed you, like a magnet being pulled by metal. He didn’t stop until your back was against the window and he was hovering over you, both arms pressed against the glass and caging you in.
Your panties were starting to grow wet, heart and body melting at the way he was staring at you, red eyes blazing into yours and telling you he wanted you just as much as you wanted him.
“Need you so bad baby, can’t wait.”
Sukuna doesn’t wait for you to respond before he’s dipping his head to run his nose against your neck, inhaling deep and growing rock hard at your scent. Perfume had never made him feel this desperate before but he was hardly ashamed at the hopeless want he felt toward you.
“Sukuna, we’re n-not, mmm, we’re not alone.” You’re pushing at his shoulders and he sighs in annoyance, shooting a scowl at the workers over his shoulder. How fucking stupid could they be?
He was clearly about to fuck you and they were stood there staring like cuck morons. But he didn’t have to say a word because the death glare had done its job and they scattered off. He could feel your shoulders shaking with laughter, his anger instantly dissolving.
“You’re such a meanie.” You tease, hands going to play with the hair at his nape and Sukuna felt the precum oozing into his boxers.
“You still love me though, don’t you baby?” Any joke you were going to make was gone the moment he crashed his lips against yours, your hands tugging tightly at his slick back hair as he pressed himself against you. The way your tits were pressed against his chest felt amazing and made him want more.
You were moaning into his mouth, your tongues clashing as you traded spit and he tasted so fucking sweet, you need more. You take his tongue into your mouth and suck, the taste of mint heavy. You only stop when you feel his fingers lift your dress and brush against your clothed pussy, head thrown back as you moan embarrassingly loud, smacking a hand over your mouth because you would die if anyone other than Sukuna heard how pathetic you were for him.
You two hadn’t even sat down before he was on you like you were a drug he was addicted to. The fact that he hadn’t lost his attraction to you after you birthed his daughter and your body changed, only pulled you deeper in this obsessive force spewing between the two of you. It grew stronger by the day and a normal person might be concerned if their thoughts consisted mostly of him and his touch, but you were far from normal.
He continues his assault on your neck, sucking hard enough to leave a bruise, his fingers pulling your panties to the side and sending you reeling when they finally make contact with your leaking cunt.
Sukuna smirks against your neck, moving his head to nibble on your earlobe. “So wet for me already, pretty. So fucking needy. Tell me what you want.”
His voice vibrates through your body and your hips buck against his hand, demanding more pressure, needing him inside of you. Fuck the foreplay. You pressed a hand to his pants, his rock hard cock twitching at the feel of you, and you squeeze.
Sukuna gasps and groans, grinding into it and leaning his forehead against yours, loose pieces of pink hair falling forward.
“Want you to fuck me, Ryo. Been thinking about it since you left this morning.” Meaning you’ve been thinking about it since he stuffed you full before leaving for his game. It hadn’t even been 12 hours since he last fucked you and already-
He was bending you over the table before you knew it, hiking your dress up and pulling his pants and boxers down. His cock slapped against his stomach, pre-cum leaking from his red tip and trickling down his length. Sukuna usually wouldn’t fuck you without prepping you with his fingers or tongue first, but he needed to take you to clear his mind before proposing to you. And right now his brain was telling him that he needed to be inside of you, filling until you were dripping with his cum.
You cry out when he rubs his length up and down your folds before slamming into you. He bottomed out in one thrust, hands shaking as they gripped your hips and pulled you closer, your ass pressing against his groin.
The sounds coming from you were nasty in the hottest way possible, your wet cunt gripping him so fucking tight and he didn’t give you a moment to adjust, rutting into you and fighting the urge to cum.
“Haaah, it’s too big Ryo, I-I c-can’t take ittt.” You cried out, hands gripping the table so tight you thought it might break it the force you were using to keep yourself upright. Your boobs were swinging, entire body shaking from the way he was pounding into you.
“You can and you will.” He grunts, looking down to watch the way his cock disappears into your sweet pussy, gummy walls squeezing him so fucking good he was actively fighting back his rising orgasm.
You were seeing stars, hips burning from his grip on you, each slam sending cups and plates falling to the ground and shattering. Neither of you cared, too lost in the moment, in the way you fit just perfectly for the other, like you had been sculpted with the sole purpose of molding together.
“Uhhhh Ryo, don’t ss-stop, feels s’good, oh god!” You whined and moved your hips to meet his thrust. That doesn’t last long before he’s squeezing your hips to keep you still and leaning over your body, capturing your lips in a heated kiss.
He moves a hand to squeeze your jaw until you get the hint and open up, tongue sticking out as he spit a glob into your mouth and you swallow like the good whore you were, pussy clenching down hard at the feeling of being totally dominated.
“F-fuck don’t do that. M’not gonna last long baby.” He can feel his balls tightening and he refuses to get off before you do, wrapping his arm around your neck and pulling you until you’re both standing with your chest flat against his back.
That’s when an idea hit him. You loved that view so much right? Before he can think rationally about doing it, he's wrapping both arms around your waist and carrying you to the window, his cock slipping out and you’re too busy with your eyes closed to notice what he’s doing.
Not until he’s setting you down again and bending you over, grabbing your sweaty hands in his and placing them on the window.
“Ryo- w-what are you doing? We can’t, someone will see- OH!” He slams back into you without warning, chuckling at your fucked out state before he continues his relentless attack on your pussy.
Realistically, you were high up enough to where no one would notice you two, which is why he ignored your comment and instead focused on how good you felt gripping around his cock. No matter how much Sukuna fucked you, he would never get used to the feeling of you underneath him, moaning like a good little slut while he split you open on his length.
His perfect soon to be wife and he knew he was never gonna let up on you. Never give anyone else the chance to experience your heaven sent pussy.
“Let them, sweetheart- fuck! Let them see how much I’m gonna fucking fill this perfect cunt up, you want that? Tell me you want my cum, s- say it baby.”
You could barely breathe with the way he was slamming into you, your pussy contracting around him as more of your juices leaked out, coating the base of his cock in a ring of cream. The sight had the man above you spiraling and crying out a guttural moan. The sound making your stomach tighten., the coil snapping.
“Yes! Please, ngghh, please give it to me. Oh god, m’gonna cum!” The pulsing pleasure that ripped through you was red, your fingers curling and digging into the glass as you rode out your orgasm.
Sukuna wasn’t too far behind, thrusting into you like an animal as he desperately chased his high and helped you ride out yours. He gasped when electricity shot through his stomach, toes digging into the soles of shoes as he reached around to wrap a hand around your throat and pull you back to him.
“Fuck- m’gonna cum, pretty.” Just as he’s about to bust a fat nut, you’re pulling your hips away from his and dropping to your knees.
You had given Sukuna oral before, but seeing you on your knees with your tongue sticking out and hands gripping his thighs had him stunned, though he covered it up with a grin.
“Want it on my face this time. Please Kuna?”
Kuna? That was new but Sukuna loved it, grumbling as he grabbed your chin with one hand and his cock with the other.
Instead of responding, he started pumping his cock, squeezing at the tip before dragging it back down to the base. It didn’t take long before he was throwing his head back and shooting a massive load, white, thick ropes of cum spraying from his tip and onto your face, your tongue, your hair.
"Oh fuuucck"
He kept pumping until he was milked dry, a little upset because nothing felt better than breeding you but loving it nonetheless. Once he caught his breath he was biting back a laugh at the sight of you on the ground, covered in his cum. It was a view he would never forget, you had never looked more like his.
He straightens at your glare, helping you off the ground and grabbing a handkerchief from the table. He wiped your face until it was clear then dropped to his knee and tugged at your legs.
“Open.” He mumbled and you did, shaking and trying your best not to pass out when he started wiping between your legs, pulling your panties aside and cleaning you until you were dry enough to stop leaking.
You would definitely need a shower.
“All good?” Sukuna looks up at you and his heart leaps at the way you stare down at him, mouth slightly open and nodding your head yes. Your hair was a mess, dress hanging off one shoulder and face burning in the aftermath of your intense quickie.
You were so beautiful, fucking flawless and he couldn't imagine going a day without you. The ring in his pocket grew heavy, reminding him that now was his chance to bring his desires to fruition. The perfect moment to speak the four words that had been playing in the back of his head since he bought the ring weeks ago.
“You okay?” You’re smiling softly but he can see the concern on your face, your hand coming out to hold his cheek and he can’t help but turn his head and kiss your wrist, eyes never leaving yours.
How would he even ask? Sukuna was never good with words so he’d just have to, for once, let his heart lead him and hope everything didn’t crash and burn. Before he could back out, he was reaching a hand into his pocket and pulling out a velvet red box, looking back up at you as his hand shook.
You were covering your mouth with your hand, eyes wide as tears filled them. This couldn’t be real, you must have gotten fucked so hard that you got put sleep and this was a dream. Tears began to spill, falling from your cheeks and onto the floor.
Here was the man who swore he didn’t do relationships, bounced from woman to woman for years, claiming they were a waste of time and he’d never tie himself to one person. The frat boy whose life consisted of partying, soccer, and sex.
He shifted onto one knee in front of you, grabbing your hand and littering it in kisses before looking back up at you with a terrified smile. For a few seconds he said nothing, eyes squeezing shut as if he was trying to find the right words, but you knew what he was going to say and had to fight yourself from screaming YES.
The silence lingered, the only sound in the restaurant being the music playing but that was a non factor because the only thing you could focus on was the man on the ground in front of you. When he finally exhaled, chills shot through your body and your knees grew weak.
“You know I’m shit at this.” His hand tightens around the box as you give a watery smile, heart going thump thump thump. “But I'm gonna try anyway.”
He kept his eyes on you, thumb rubbing against the back of your hand as a way to ground himself. Remind him that it was just you and him and that you loved him as much as he loved you.
“When I first met you I was an asshole.” He swallowed hard. “I was selfish. Didn't care about anyone but myself. I did whatever I wanted, fucked whoever I wanted and left because it was easier than caring about people.”
Your breath catches but you say nothing.
“Then you happened and I annoyingly started to care. Fuck-” He clears his throat to hide the way his voice was starting to crack. But you don’t judge, simply squeezed his hand and encouraged him to continue.
“That entire summer I thought about you and when you told me you were pregnant I was fucking terrified but there was always a lingering thought that at least now I’d have you in my life for good. I thought it was just because you were carrying the brat, but I started wanting more after she was born.”
“Even while I stupidly denied my feelings toward you, I hated that we were sleeping in separate rooms. I spent every night wishing you were lying next to me, too dumb to actually do anything about it. Then I fucked up trying to be someone I knew I wasn’t anymore and I’m so fucking sorry it took me this long to do this.”
He kisses your hand one more time before pulling away and opening the box, the huge rock taking you aback because you had never owned anything like it before. One look was all it took to know he spent a fortune on it.
“Ryo-”
“Don’t interrupt me, sweetheart.” You snap your mouth shut, letting your smile grow because this was really happening! You felt like throwing up from the rush of excitement, left hand shaking as he grabbed it again.
“I love you. Not just because you gave me my kid even though she’s pretty fucking amazing, but because you reminded me that Iove could be easy.” His voice goes soft.
“I graduate next week and everything’s going to change.” His grip tightened around the ring. Sukuna was surprised at how easy he had been able to express his feelings to you, the words rolling off his tongue like they had always been destined to be spoken.
“I don’t want to spend a moment of my life without you. I don’t care how hard things get as long as I have you by my side.”
Sukuna inhaled shakily, the words at the tip of his tongue. He was actually doing this, no turning back now.
“Will you marry me-”
“Yes!” You sob out your answer before he can fully finish, dropping to the ground in front of him and grabbing his face in your hands, hot tears spilling. “Yes, of course I’ll marry you!”
Sukuna feels the weight of the world lift off his chest, relief flooding his bed because you said yes! “Yeah?”
And you’re nodding, smiling through the water works because you loved him so damn much and now you would be able to truly call him yours. You had achieved the impossible and locked down Ryomen Sukuna.
“Thank fuck. Ring was expensive as shit.”
Graduation day came sooner than Sukuna was prepared for. Four years of bullshit papers, lectures, parties and games all reduced to a few hours, a cap and a gown and a piece of paper waiting for him at the end of the stage.
The morning had started in chaos.
Your daughter who was now almost three months old, decided last night that sleep was optional and had been awake since before dawn. By the time you were dressed and ready to leave, there were burp cloths scattered throughout the apartment, a half-finished bottle sitting on the coffee table, and Sukuna was already complaining about his graduation gown.
You looked up from where you were fastening your daughter's tiny floral headband, smiling to yourself at how cute he looked and how proud you were of him, and you. You had both managed to pass your finals despite being new parents. You were going to be a senior, Sukuna was graduating, and it felt so surreal.
"It looks exactly like everyone else's."
He gives a hmph and you laugh, returning your attention to your daughter who was fast asleep in her carseat while you were actively fighting back yawns. Sukuna watches while you tightened her straps before standing and moving toward him.
His eyes falling to the rock shining on your finger, they always do. His fiancé. He wondered how he got so lucky.
Once you’re close enough, you reach up and adjust the cap on his head and Sukuna is completely smitten. Never growing used to the way you always insisted on taking care of him.
His heart was overflowing with love for you, hands going to your waist to pull you close. He stares for a moment, committing every feature of you to memory, rubbing his thumb against your bottom lip before leaning down and kissing you. Hoping you’d feel every ounce of devotion he held for you.
“Mmm. Love you, fiancé.”
The stadium was packed by the time everyone arrived. Rows upon rows of graduates filling the seats while family members crowded the stands above. You sat beside your parents and Jin and Yuji, your daughter sound asleep in your lap. Yuki was on your right because you two were the only ones from your group not graduating. The tiny white dress your daughter had been dress in had lasted twenty minutes before she spit up on it and now wore her backup outfit.
It was easy to find Sukuna since he towered over everyone, his gown not doing much to hide his broad shoulders. He was laughing at something Gojo said, the white haired man throwing an arm around his shoulders.
You were an hour into the ceremony when your phone buzzed three times. You adjust your daughter in your arms and unlock the screen, instantly smiling because Sukuna was the one blowing you up.
ryo 💍: miss you already
ryo 💍: this is fucking dragging
ryo 💍: look up
When you do Sukuna is smirking up at you and sending you a wink. You chuckle and look back down at your phone, bottom lip caught between your teeth, ears on fire.
you: be a good boy and stop complaining, you might get a treat.
ryo 💍: don’t tease me brat. when has that ever ended well for you?
Eventually they began calling students names and when they finally reached Sukuna, your daughter woke up from the way you were yelling for your man, Jin and Yuji standing tall and cheering with the rest of the crowd. The four year old almost jumping out his father's arms, yelling "UNC KUNA."
Ever the gym rat, Sukuna takes his degree and holds it up, raising his other arm to flex his muscle, face big on the screen and you’re giggling because deep down he was still that frat boy that stole your heart last summer.
What was that saying? You can take the man out of the frat but you can’t take the frat out of the man.
The ceremony eventually ended and chaos followed. Families were flooding onto the floors below, graduates searching for friends, cameras flashing from every angle. Your dress swished side to side as you made your way to your fiance, Yuki had disappeared to find Choso, your parents: Nanami and Jin followed close behind, holding Yuji’s hand tight so he didn’t run away.
When you finally found Sukuna his gown was open, his cap was off and in his hands and he was giving Gojo a hug. A genuine one without a scowl on his face. The brothers whispering a few words to each other before turning to you.
Before you could say a word, Gojo was saying hello and taking his goddaughter from your arms, littering her cheeks in kisses and Sukuna surprisingly said nothing. He was too busy moving toward you, gripping your hips and pulling you close.
“Now we get to spend more time together, kid!” You heard Gojo say but your eyes were locked on Sukuna’s.
“Congra-”
The giant pulled you to him before you could get the word out and kissed you like he hadn't seen you in weeks instead of hours. You sunk into it, wrapping your hands around his neck as he lifted you off the ground and spinned you around.
You laughed against his mouth, heart full and the reality of your life finally hitting you.
Being a mom in your early 20’s had never been a part of your five year plan, least of all with your brother's fratbro, but there wasn’t a thing you’d change about it. You would pick him to be your husband and the father of your child in every timeline, in every life.
There was no one beside Sukuna. Your heart wholly belonged to him, and his belonged to you. Two dumb college students who found love in the most unlikely of places.
Ten years later
Satoro Gojo was sitting behind his desk, reading through papers about a new business his company was buying out when a soft knock filled the room.
He called for the person to come in, setting the papers down, knowing exactly who it was the moment their knuckles touched his door. When she walked in, he smiled and straightened, still finding it hard to believe how his goddaughter had gone from a drooling baby who loved to bite his fingers, to an actual person with thoughts and feelings of her own.
Her hair was pink as ever and she was taller than the average ten year old, her face sporting the same scowl her father always wore. She looked just like his friend, even though her eyes were as soft as yours.
She was dressed in her soccer uniform still, though Gojo had picked her up from practice an hour ago. She had been staying with him for the next two weeks, as you and Sukuna celebrated your anniversary out of the country. Gojo never wanted to have kids of his own, so having her occasionally come over was a blessing he never failed to be thankful for.
“What’s up, kid?”
She hesitated, her frown deepening and his concern skyrocketed. Though the girl's attitude rivaled her father's, the two often bumping heads, she was typically a happy child. A genuine frown on her face was unlike her.
When she didn’t respond, only shrugged, Gojo stood from behind his desk and crossed the room to her. She was far too big now to enjoy being picked up, so he opted for leading her to the couch in the corner of his office, sitting her down and giving her that look. The one that said “speak or no roblox money.”
For a moment she simply stared at her hands, cheek dusted pink as she tried to find her words.
“Do you think my dad loves soccer more than me?”
Gojo’s heart sank. As silly as they were together, the cool uncle who never took life too seriously and always gave her things her parents said no to, he realized she was still just a kid. One who was apparently worried that her father didn’t love her enough.
“Oh, princess. I promise that couldn’t be further from the truth.” He pulled her close, hand stroking her hair as her frown deepened.
Gojo understood where the hurt was coming from. Sukuna had never quit soccer after college, not finding any trouble getting into the leagues and since professionals always had somewhere they needed to be, he ended up missing her school concert last month.
A few dinners here and there, nothing consistent but children noticed everything and it clearly bothered her.
“Then why did he miss my concert for a stupid meeting?”
Damn that man. Gojo thought carefully of what to say because he knew he hadn’t done it on purpose. If there was one thing he knew, it was that no one in this life or the next loved her more than Sukuna did, but parents got busy and sometimes made mistakes.
“Can I tell you a secret?”
She looks up at him with innocent red eyes, head shaking as strings of hair fall from her braid. He loved her so damn much, she was the only kid he’d ever have and he’d do just about anything for her.
"When your dad was in college, he almost got kicked off the soccer team because he left in the middle of strategy to come see you."
Despite her distressed state, a smile slowly appeared. Your smile.
“Now I wasn’t there, but I have it on good authority that he pointed at you every time he scored.” The good word was the gossip that spread after the game and the fact that Sukuna almost punched him when Gojo teased him about it.
He smiled at the memory, a part of him missing the days he shared with his frat brothers.
“I don’t believe you uncle Toru.” She squints her eyes suspiciously, arms crossing at her chest.
“When have I ever lied to you?” Gojo squeezes her shoulder, looking down at her with a small smile.
“Your dad loves a lot of things, kid. Soccer, your mom, being a grumpy asshole.”
That pulls a laugh from her as she nods her head in agreement. Good. All Gojo ever wanted in life was for her to be happy, and to be the second father she could always come to when she was feeling down or unsure about anything.
“But do you know what your dad loves the most?”
She looked up at him, shaking her head from side to side but her eyes were hopeful. Gojo ruffles her hair.
“You.”
He had known Sukuna for a massive chunk of his life, befriending him when they were only in high school. He watched him become a father, a husband, and go from fratboy to a domesticated family man and world known soccer player.
He was sure about one thing when it came to Sukuna, and it was that there was no universe where he’d pick soccer over his family.
When you and your husband finally returned a week later, the little girl wasted no time and crashed herself into her father, tears pouring down her face. The force almost knocked him backward but without hesitation, he caught her. Arms wrapping protectively around her as he chuckled and placed a kiss to the top of her head.
“Hi sweetheart. Missed me that much?”
Gojo watched from the porch with relief. Watched as Sukuna picked up his ten year old daughter, her legs wrapping around his waist and your arms curling around them both.
Some things never changed. Not after two years, not after five, and not after ten. No matter how big she got, she would always be Sukuna’s little girl and he would always love her more than anything in this world.
In the end, you had showed that Ryomen Sukuna does in fact do relationships and he had never been more happy to see his friend proven wrong.
the end.
❦ lisa's note: so this is the end.. i just combined ch. 6 and 7 plus the epilogue into one since they weren't very long and im sad because this series is officially over. i'll be posting the remaining one-shots in between my other fics but for now we're saying goodbye to frat dad kuna. thank you for riding along, I'm blown away at how well received this series was. thank you sm my lovies, there's more to come soon.
When your Suguru had told you he wanted to show you a secluded beach nearby the village where he grew up, you didn’t expect to end up stuffed full of his cock in broad daylight!
“Su — Sugu, someone could see us.” You whined, burying your face in your arms in an attempt to hide your shame. Suguru laughed softly behind you, hips drilling into you and creating lewd smacks that seemed to echo the empty beach.
“Sweetheart, I told you, nobody ever comes here. It’s too far out in the country,” he leaned down, nibbling on your earlobe eliciting another soft whine from you. “I know that, but what if — oh shit, slow down — what if a-a local comes?” You reasoned, craning your head to meet his eyes.
Suguru’s hips slowed for a second, gazing around as if he was contemplating if you were right. Then all too casually, “Nah, we can make this quick, right, sweet girl?”
A moan escaped you when he pushed himself to the hilt once more, one large hand coming up to tangle in your hair and yank your head back. “Come on, let me hear you.”
His long hair shifted with each thrust, falling around to curtain your head.
“So pretty like this, what’re you going to do if someone walks past, hm? They’ll see you taking me like the good girl you are.” His voice is like honey, sweet and silky in your ear. You whimpered in response, squeezing your eyes shut as he continued to slam his hips into your ass.
Suguru moved his hair to one side and released his grip on your hair, bringing his arm up to your neck, locking you in a chokehold. You squealed as he flexed his bicep, your nails dug into the muscle to try and ground yourself.
You could feel every vein of his dick rubbing along your walls, notching that sweet spot so deep inside. He was letting out soft groans of his own in your ear, occasionally whimpering ever so slightly when you squeezed his length.
Your body felt as if it were on fire, the sweltering heat caused his skin to stick to yours every time his hips made contact with your ass. From this angle you could see how tan he had gotten on his arms, and feel just how big he was.
“You feel so good,” he purred into your ear before licking a lewd strip up the side of your neck. You could only moan in response, mind going blank as you felt your high approaching.
Suguru began to fuck into you harder, pressing his fat tip against your sweet spot over and over until you were sobbing into his arm. “Oh fuck — Sugu, please, I’m gonna cum,” you whined, lips attaching to his bicep as you tried to ground yourself.
“Yeah? Ah fuck, bite my bicep, baby. Do it and I’ll let you cum.”
You sunk your teeth into his flesh, not hard enough to draw blood but enough to make him grunt and for his rhythm to stutter.
Your slick and his pre coated his length, obscene squelch’s coukd be heard with every thrust. The coil wound tighter in your stomach and you felt your cunt practically pulse as you came around his dick.
The way your pussy convulsed had Suguru hurled into his own orgasm. He moaned languidly, pulling out quickly and allowing white ropes to fall on your ass.
Both of your chests heaved as the two of you came down from your highs. Suguru scooped up some of his come from your ass and held his fingers to your mouth. “It’s like ice cream,” he giggled as you suckled on his digits before doing the same for himself, but this time with your slick.
Before you could even think of an insult a loud shout could be heard from someone in bright yellow.
“Hey! No nudity on the beach!”
a/n: I JUST MADE SOME BSSS (written in like 5 minutes barely any coherent thought applied)
⋆˖ you’re mad at husband!kuna for teaching your teenage son how to flirt like a certified player (ꐦ ¬_¬) 🗯️
you were in the kitchen washing dishes when you heard it.
the low rumble of sukuna’s voice drifting from the living room, talking to your sixteen-year-old son like he was passing down sacred wisdom.
“listen, kid. if you want her to notice you, stop acting like a nervous fool. remember that confidence is everything. walk up to her like you already know she wants you. maintain eye contact. smirk a little. tell her she looks good but make it specific. not some generic ‘you look pretty today’ crap— she’s heard that a thousand times before. instead, look her in the eyes and say ‘you’re a distraction & it’s making me act up’ trust me, girls eat that up everytime.”
your son’s voice came next, sounding like he was genuinely considering this terrible advice. “… and if she laughs?”
“then you’re already halfway there. laugh with her, lean in closer, drop your voice a little. make her feel like she’s the only one in the room. and if she touches your arm? you’ve won. that’s when you ask for her number. don’t hesitate, strike while she’s interested.”
you stood there, sponge frozen in your hand, listening to your beloved husband teach your son how to flirt like a certified fuckboy. by the time sukuna started going on about— ‘if she bites her lip, she’s probably thinking about kissing you’, you’ve had enough.
the dish towel barely had time to touch your hands before you tossed it aside and headed straight towards the source of your headache. a few seconds later, you were standing in front of the living room couch with your arms folded tightly across your chest.
“ryomen sukuna!”
both father & son looked up at the same time. your son immediately looked guilty while sukuna only raised an eyebrow, not looking remotely concerned by your presence.
“yes, wife?”
you pointed at your son. “go to your room!”
he didn’t even argue. he scrambled up the stairs like the couch was on fire. once he was gone, you turned back to your husband, eyes narrowed.
“our bedroom. now.”
sukuna pushed himself off the couch, trailing after you with the confidence of a man who thought he’d done nothing wrong. as soon as the door clicked shut behind you, you hissed. “are you serious right now?!”
“you’re teaching our sixteen-year-old son how to flirt like some sleazy player? ‘you’re a distraction & it’s making me act up’ seriously, kuna?”
sukuna leaned back against the headboard, arms spread along the mattress; looking completely unrepentant. “what? the kid asked for advice & i only gave him good advice.”
“… good advice?” you stepped closer, jabbing a finger at his muscular chest. “you’re deliberately teaching him corny pick-up lines while convincing him that every conversation with a girl is some kind of strategy game. do you want him turning into you?”
sukuna’s smirk widened, clearly amused by your scolding.
“and what’s wrong with turning into me?” he asked, voice dropping into that low, sultry tone he knew had an effect on you. “i got you, didn’t i?”
you glared at him, refusing to let him charm his way out of this.
“you got me after years of being an absolute menace. i don’t want our son learning how to be a menace too. he should be respectful, sweet & genuine. instead of using corny pick-up lines on poor girls who don’t know any better!”
sukuna reached out, grabbing your waist and pulling you down onto his lap despite your half-hearted protest. “… relax, woman,” he murmured, beefy arms wrapping around you. “i only told him the truth that girls do like confidence. but i also told him if he ever makes a girl cry, i’ll kick his ass myself.”
you rolled your eyes, still sitting stiffly on his lap.
“you better have.”
he chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to your neck— slow and tender, the way he always did when he was trying to butter you up (which somehow always works). “… you’re cute when you’re mad at me for corrupting our son,” he whispered against your skin, voice gravelly.
“it makes me wanna remind you exactly who you married.”
you smacked his chest at that, but you didn’t pull away.
“s-shut up…”
“you love me,” he teased, grinning against your neck. “admit it, you fell for a menace.”
you rolled your eyes, but your arms found their way around his shoulders anyway.
“unfortunately, yes. but that’s not the point right now.”
he let out a dry chuckle, arms tightening around you. “good... now will you stop being mad at me?”
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your boyfriend of 3 years is possessed by a sex-obsessed demon, aka an incubus.
suguru was never super sexual; of course, the both of you had sex a good amount, but it wasn’t obnoxious. things started getting weird a few months ago.
at first it started as dreams, suguru prying your legs open. licking stripes up and down your wet slit, your taste gathering on his tongue.
in the dreams you could never see his face, only his long hair beautifully hiding his face, taking your hand, putting it in his hair, wanting to move it to see his face, but something was stopping you.
but that didn’t strike you as weird; the night fucking did.
you’ll be sleeping nicely, and then you would hear the floor creak and suguru softly pull the comforter from over you, making you shift and wake up.
“i want you… right now.”
the light illuminates his face, his eyes almost light in a glow, and you’re too sleepy to ask questions, so you pull him down in between your legs, putting the comforter over the both of you.
you softly kiss his cheek, adjusting yourself while he strokes himself over your soaking pussy.
“are you okay?”
your voice is soft while you look up at him, not really grasping what’s going on, just thinking your boyfriend is horny late at night.
suguru doesn’t reply and instead slides himself inside of you slowly with a low groan, putting his face in the crook of your neck so he can smell everything.
he drives deeper when he hears you gasp, clawing his back while he gets faster; it felt so different but amazing, like he was bringing your soul out inch by inch while keeping you grounded in your body.
This was only the tip of the iceberg.
it became routine at this point: no sex in the morning, afternoon, or start of the night, and instead right at twelve when the moon would be shining through the curtains. he’ll put you in different positions and drive you to the point where you feel like your body is holding onto this intensity and cum right inside of you while he breathes you in.
nothing is suspicious to you because he acts like regular suguru during the day: loving, funny, and everything under the sun.
there’s no complaining when he wakes you up now; your body has grown to love it because he’s marked you.
the first time the incubus took over his body and saw that beautiful face of yours, he knew he couldn’t let you go, and so he marked you. putting his hand over your abdomen, talking to it while you slept right before waking you up.
a glowing mark now marked on you for only him to see, knowing you’re his.
when he’s fucking you and you’re letting out orgasm after orgasm, making a mess all over his dick while tears pour out, you’re giving him little bits of your soul every time.
when it's too good, almost like you’re floating, you’ll get nosebleeds, clutching onto him like a lifeline while you squeeze around his dick, making sure he pumps you full with cum.
his eyes glowing when the both of you cum at the same time, watching how your mark lights up, connecting to him.
he didn’t want to let you slip in the grasps of suguru anymore because you’re his now.
megumi fushiguro is trying very hard to play it cool.
he’s buried deep inside you, hips pressed flush against yours, when he first notices it—the soft, unmistakable bulge in your lower belly every time he thrusts forward. his cock is visibly pressing against your insides, distorting your stomach just slightly with every slow roll of his hips.
he freezes for half a second.
his usual stoic expression stays perfectly intact, but inside, something feral awakens. his dark eyes flick down to your stomach again, locked on the way the bulge appears and disappears with each thrust. he feels almost dizzy at the sight.
he doesn’t say anything. doesn’t acknowledge it. just keeps his breathing steady and his face neutral. at least, that’s what he wants you to think. in reality, megumi is obsessed.
the sight of his cock making your tummy bulge is doing dangerous things to his self-control. he’s never seen anything hotter in his life. the primal urge to push deeper, to make the bulge even more obvious, is quickly overriding his usual restraint.
without warning, his pace changes.
his thrusts become harder. deeper. more deliberate. each stroke is forceful enough that the bulge in your stomach becomes much more visible. megumi’s jaw clenches, eyes darkening as he watches it intently.
you moan loudly, fingers digging into his shoulders. “megumi— ah! slow down—”
he doesn’t. if anything, he fucks you even harder.
his hand slides down and presses firmly against the bulge, feeling the shape of his own cock through your soft skin. the sensation makes him groan low in his throat—the only crack in his cool facade.
“fuck…” he mutters under his breath, barely audible.
he’s completely fixated now. every time he bottoms out, he watches the way your belly swells with his cock, mesmerized. his usual calm and steady rhythm is gone, replaced by something rougher and more possessive. his hips snap against yours with more and more intensity, chasing that view that makes his brain melt.
you’re trembling beneath him, overwhelmed by how deep he’s getting. “megumi… it’s too much— i can feel you so deep—”
“good,” he replies. his hand stays pressed against your tummy, pushing down gently so he can feel himself even better. “i want you to feel all of me.”
he leans down, forehead pressed against yours, eyes still glued to the way your stomach bulges every time he drives into you. his breathing is ragged now, control slipping further with every thrust.
“you look so good like this,” he admits quietly, almost shyly, even as he fucks you harder. “seeing my cock inside you… fuck, i can’t stop looking.”
megumi’s thrusts turn punishing, hips slamming into you as he loses himself in the sight. the usually controlled boy is gone—replaced by someone completely addicted to the way your body yields to him, marked so visibly by his cock.
he presses down on your belly again, eyes dark with lust. “take me deeper,” he whispers against your lips. “i want to see how much you can take.”
love is blind ! or perhaps, silent ?
⤷ ゛ ✮ sukuna’s wife gets
some godawful advice . . .
you wanted to be the perfect partner for sukuna, naturally. which in turn meant doing exactly what the wives of the court insisted: learning the sacred art of not speaking to your husband for as long as you can to, “cultivate intimacy” . . ? or so you were told.
unfortunately, much to your displeasure, you had only lasted until the third hour. reason being—to put it quite plainly—ryomen sukuna is quite the relentless man . . .
he let out a sigh. a very loud, obnoxious sigh.
“i wish for my wife to talk to me.”
nothing.
“i wish for my wife to deign to speak to her husband.”
. . .
“i wish for my wife to cease such an absurd performance, and speak to me how she normally does. it is tiresome. the silence. do you not agree?”
your footwear scuffed softly against the cobblestone path as you came to an abrupt halt. the warmth that normally lingered in your gaze gave way to mild annoyance, though not enough to be mistaken for genuine displeasure.
try as you might, you could never remain upset with your beloved for long.
“i have heard you the first time sukuna, what is that you want?” you huff, the words drawn out in mild exasperation. tilting your head back to look up at him, your lips pressed into a faint pout, brows knitting together in a questioning glance.
sukuna only halts with you, standing a few feet ahead of you. “sukuna?” he repeats, perplexed, his gaze narrowing slightly at the unfamiliar distance between you.
usually, you referred to him by far gentler names. my beloved. simply, husband. my lord, when you wished to pester him. simply “sukuna” was a new low he had never imagined he would reach.
he scoffs, “to engage in conversation. i thought it to be rather obvious, was it not?”
you inhale sharply, as though it were painful to neglect your husband in such a way. perhaps it was. and yet, it was for the better.
“well, i cannot.”
“ . . . you, cannot?”
“i cannot.”
….
“have i done something to displease you? or wound your honor?”
you look at him with quiet seriousness, a sorry attempt to stand your ground.
“no. you are disturbing the ritual,” you say, voice a mild but firm whisper, as though the contents of your speech were not meant to fall upon the ears of another.
“the ritual…”
“yes, the ritual.”
“what ritual do you speak of?”
“the one i am attempting to complete it.”
you huff under your breath. “or rather, the one you are making rather difficult. i have already spoken too much, and you are not helping.”
you attempt to resume your way down the path, tucked between silk-draped garden pavilions, only for your unreasonably large husband to step in front of you. all four arms are crossed over his bare chest, a black haori draped over his broad shoulders.
when you finally glance at him, to your surprise, there is a deadly seriousness in his gaze that sends a shiver down your spine.
“where are you going? i believe we are in the middle of a conversation, are we not?”
you only suck in a sharp breath, splaying a fan to cover the lower half of your face, your eyes darting toward a nearby patch of cherry blossoms, anywhere but his own. “i cannot speak with you.” you reply softly, a gentle warmth rising to your cheeks, soft as ripened plums, taking a small step back from him.
his gaze narrows slightly, studying your unusual timidness, along with your peculiar mannerisms. “you do see how you are poking at my nerves, yes?”
“well, that only means it is working. so if you would only let me complete it to its entirety—”
“working…?” he scoffs, only taking another step forward until there is nowhere left for you to retreat.
you take another step backward, then another, then another, until your shoulders brush against the wall behind you. only then do you finally stop. sukuna places a hand beside your head and stares down at you, all four eyes narrowed.
“wife.”
the single word causes you to blink. “you will explain this ritual to me. at once.”
you let out a groan as you raise the fan to cover your face entirely. “why is it that you cannot respect my privacy?” your voice slipping out in a low, uncertain whisper.
sukuna lets out a low chuckle at that.
well, you believe. you cannot see his face after all, but there is no trace of displeasure in it.
shortly after, you feel his warm heavy hand, one stained with years of work and war, gentle to the touch, lowering your wrist, and therefore the fan. his voice is low and soft, as if coaxing an answer out of you:
“you do not actually wish to be apart from me like this. do you?”
you only let out a soft groan as you give a small shake of your head; eyes soft and pliant, though a small frown lingers over your features.
“ah . . i see,” he hums, eyes scanning over your face before his lower hand comes up to cradle your chin. “and, who, has forced you to do such a thing? because it certainly has not been me.”
you sigh. “i have not been forced.” shrinking back behind your fan.
“i had wanted our marriage to be more intriguing, so i sought out the other wives for advisement.” you pause, watching him carefully. “they said i should not speak to you, so that things would be calmer . . and more . . intimate . . between us once we reunite. though i have heard little of the latter.”
you look up at him once more, lashes blinking uncertainly, as though searching his face for approval. except instead of any shocked or amused reaction, he simply stares at you for a long moment, then exhales slowly through his nose.
“please do not speak to those women again,”
“they are fools.” he says flatly. “you do realize we are as intimate as can be, correct? i have seen you cry. i have seen you without your robes. i have seen you at your most unguarded, and yet you still think there is more to achieve.”
you only smack him lightly with the spread of your bamboo fan. “you cannot just say that!”
“the reason this ‘ritual’ of theirs works is because they do not love their husbands,” he continues, unbothered. “that is why there is peace when they do not speak.”
. . .
“oh.”
and then, a small snicker escapes him, causing your head to whip toward him. an everso slight frown pulls at your lips before he promptly falls silent.
“you mock me.”
“i have said nothing.”
“you are smiling.”
a soft silence spreads between the two of you, lingering, to that of a breath being held for too long . . . before a low burst of laughter escapes his throat. a quiet, unrestrained cackle that makes your chest loosen despite yourself.
his hand comes up to rest over his mouth, while the other remains crossed over his chest, his shoulders shaking with each contained laugh.
“do not laugh!” you insist, though your voice wavers with lingering amusement. “i have done this for you!”
“must you look so aggrieved? i am only laughing with you.”
you huffed, loud and dramatic; “how can you laugh with me when i am not laughing at all?”
“very well”, he began, an infuriatingly smug smile working onto his face, “i’ll wait for you to start then.”
and then, as though a switch had been flipped; every trace of amusement vanished. the smile disappeared, his features settling back into the impassive countenance of a ruler, as if nothing at all had been amusing.
unbelievable.
but only after a moment does it slip from you too: soft at first, almost disbelieving, your laughter spilling out in quiet, uneven breaths before settling into something gentler. you cover your mouth with your fan, though it does little to hide it.
“i would prefer this be forgotten.”
“unfortunately, wife, i cannot grant you that mercy.”
and while you hated to admit it, the advice had been sound; simply at the expense of your last shred of dignity.
not realizing you’re talking to your ex-boyfriend!sukuna while drunk !
you were way too drunk and the sigma chi house was spinning.
the music thumped through the walls and your head felt light and fuzzy, but you were smiling anyway, red cup dangling from your fingers as you leaned against the wall for balance. your friends had disappeared ages ago and you didn’t really mind.
that’s when you saw him.
tall. pink hair. tattoos crawling up his arms. he looked really familiar but your drunk brain couldn’t connect the dots. you just knew he was stupidly hot standing there by the stairs with his arms crossed.
you stumbled over with a bright smile.
“hi,” you said, voice soft and sweet. “you have the prettiest eyes. like… scary pretty.”
sukuna looked down at you and his eyebrow raised, but he didn’t move away. the corner of his mouth twitched like he was trying not to smile.
“yeah?” he asked, voice low.
you nodded, stepping closer until you were leaning into his space. he smelled so good. warm and a little sweet, just like someone you used to know.
“mhm. my ex had eyes like yours,” you mumbled, resting your forehead against his arm because the room wouldn’t stop tilting. “he was mean looking but really nice to me. i miss him a lot actually.”
sukuna stayed quiet, one big hand coming up to steady you by the waist so you wouldn’t fall.
you kept talking, words spilling out easily now that someone was listening.
“we broke up because i thought he didn’t care enough but… he used to do the sweetest things. like bringing me coffee before class or letting me play with his hair even when he acted all tough about it.” you sighed softly. “i think i messed up. i still wear his hoodie to sleep sometimes.”
his grip on your waist tightened just a little.
“you’re drunk,” he murmured.
“super drunk,” you agreed with a little laugh, tilting your head up to look at him again. “but i mean it. he was the best. made me feel safe even when he was quiet and scary. you kinda look like him, it’s weird.”
sukuna let out a quiet breath that sounded almost like a laugh. he guided you through the crowd with a hand on your lower back, taking you upstairs without saying much. you didn’t even question it. his room felt familiar but everything was blurry.
he sat you on the edge of his bed and grabbed a bottle of water, crouching down in front of you so you could drink it. his hand rested gently on your knee the whole time.
“you’re really nice,” you whispered, eyes half closed. “my ex was nice like this too. when nobody else was looking.”
he didn’t answer right away. just brushed some hair out of your face with careful fingers and helped you lie down. when you reached out and grabbed his hand he paused.
“stay?” you asked softly.
sukuna sighed, but it was the soft kind. he sat on the edge of the bed and let you keep holding his hand, thumb rubbing slow circles over your knuckles while you drifted off.
“yeah,” he said quietly, watching you fall asleep in his bed again. “i’m not going anywhere.”
dorks and dicks starring frat!geto x dork!reader x nerd!sukuna (prev here)
you left before they got the chance to laugh at you.
disappeared down the hall, intent on doing what you should've done the second frat!geto ever showed even a sliver of interest in you. dropped from the face of the fucking earth rather than buy for a brief moment that it might be real. that reciprocating would do anything other than ruin you.
you guessed no one would miss you.
why would your former boyfriend care if you were only a bet to him? a few dollars to pad his wallet?
you didn't go back to your own dorm. instead, you found yourself going to one of the few places you didn't feel like such a fucking dork. where the only other people on campus who wouldn't think you were a total loser were.
the door swung open, a bulky frame in a baggy hoodie greeting you with a grunt.
"thought you were busy with your boyfriend," nerd!sukuna scoffed, pushing his thick glasses up the bridge of his nose as the smell of weed drifted out. choso was sitting on the floor and leaning against one of the twin beds, smoking a blunt and passing it to uruame while you crossed your arms and tried not to cry.
"he's not my boyfriend."
you skipped over the dirty details. but he didn't ask for any either. just stepped aside to let you in, offering you the spot on his bed before tossing a nearly-identical hoodie from his closet at you to cover up your slutty party dress.
sukuna didn't give a shit about social circles or his own standing. he probably wouldn't even call any of you friends - just people who showed up here to smoke and study for exams. you were scared of him once, his sharp phrasing and stony exterior, but after sharing enough classes where you ended up grouped together without anyone else to pair up with, you would at least call him an acquaintance.
even if he'd never say the same.
"mind if I crash here?" you whispered after the rest of them dipped, choso leaving the other bed empty after his girlfriend showed up to spend the night at her place.
sukuna tch-ed, rolling his eyes and waving his hand like he couldn't care less.
"whatever."
disappearing from a party was one thing. but completely ghosting the rest of campus? that was a different story.
you stared up at an unfamiliar ceiling and tried to create a million different scenarios.
transferring schools, dropping classes, coming up with some way to ensure you would never have to see him again.
there were only a few weeks left of the semester, but maybe you could see about switching your schedule for the next one around to online classes - transfer to another university next year. you could pick up a part-time job if your schoolwork was completely online, save up so you could afford any of the moving fees or expenses that would probably pop up.
honestly, you wouldn't have told sukuna at all. kept your mouth shut and suffered in silence if he hadn't gruffly insisted on walking you back to your dorm the next morning.
still wearing his hoodie, your hands shoved in the pockets while you kept your head down, scared that someone you passed by would recognize you and snicker at the girl who'd been stupid enough to think that the biggest womanizer on campus could have ever actually wanted her.
but there was something worse waiting for you.
him.
standing outside your dorm, with some fucking bouquet that probably came from the grocery store, head resting against the door like he owned the place.
"we should just go," you mumbled under your breath to sukuna, grabbing his sleeve and tugging hard.
"thought you said he-"
it was too late.
geto had already seen you there, mouth pressing together in a tight line as he started jogging over to join you first. you didn't recognize the look on his face, didn't know it meant.
but then again, you guessed you really didn't know him either.
"you know about the bet," geto spoke slowly, his eyes only on you, deliberately ignoring the man by your side. ignoring it like you'd ignore the subtle signs that he hadn't been yours from the start. "look, it's not what you-"
"leave," you mumbled, heat creeping up your neck at the feeling of a second set of eyes on your skin.
sukuna's gravelly whisper in your ear when he bent down to ask the one question you really didn't want to answer. "what does he mean? bet?"
"asking for your number was just a dumb dare, okay?" your former flame tried to explain, reaching out to touch you while you forced your expression to stay neutral. from the gleam in his eyes to how steady he held out his hand, he looked like he really thought you'd take it. take him back. "but after the double date, after we-"
he cleared his throat, his stare narrowing and shifting to sukuna for a second like he didn't want to talk about fucking you in front of him.
"everything, it was all real."
you laughed. low and bitter. did he think you were that gullible? that it would be so easy to draw you in and play you for a moron again? that you'd be so desperate for his attention and approval you'd buy a couple lines?
"what'd you spend the twenty bucks on?" you asked, more hurt than hardened. still betraying the pieces of you that he'd broken.
"what?" he asked, clearly stunned.
sukuna was looking between both of you, obviously putting together the missing bits as he played witness to another highlight of your complete humiliation at the hands of a man you used to trust.
there was no way you'd be able to face him after this either.
"just go back to your actual friends," you muttered to geto, waving him away, staring down at his sneakers so you didn't have to see what his eyes looked like. wouldn't have to know what emotion was swirling behind it.
"no, not until you understand that this, us-"
"there's no us," you stopped him right there.
"get the fuck out," sukuna added, and your stare snapped up to him - for the first time realizing he was actually a little taller than geto. fists clenched, all veiny as he puffed his chest out.
"she's my girlfriend," geto glared, gritting his teeth as you stepped back, half-behind sukuna as you remembered you were still holding his sleeve.
"i'm n-"
you didn't get to finish before sukuna had come up with a way to shut both of you up, readjusting his glasses to make sure geto could see his searing stare behind them.
"yeah, well, she slept with me last night."
he had a funny way of bending the truth into something that suited him right now. or maybe just to make your ex-boyfriend feel bad.
suguru's mouth fell open in sheet disbelief, and if someone held a mirror to your face, you suspected you shared the same expression.
"and," sukuna unhelpfully added, practically snarling. "she's my girlfriend now."
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Nanami had never considered himself a jealous man.
possessive, perhaps, in small ways. protective? certainly.
but jealousy? it was messy. the sort of thing that clouded judgement and made people act irrationally.
Nanami preferred facts.
and the fact was that you were free to spend time with anyone. the fact that your smile didn't belong to him. and the fact that he trusted you completely.
but why—why had he spent the last twenty minutes staring at his phone?
the photo on the screen was harmless for god's sake!
a group picture from a company dinner. you sat near the center, smiling oh so sweetly to the camera.
but the problem is there was a man sitting beside you.
nothing appropriate or suspicious. just a coworker. a coworker whose arm was slung casually over the back of your chair.
a coworker who seemed to appear in every photos your friend posted. a coworker whose name you had mentioned bunch of times this week without realizing it.
Nanami locked his phone and set it face down on the table.
he hated this feeling. Not because he distrusted you.
there was no reason for the knot tightening in his chest.
there is no logical explanation for why he suddenly found himself wondering whether you smiled that brightly around everyone. or whether you looked at everyone the way you looked at him.
the apartment door opened suddenly, snapping him out of his trance.
"Kento?" your voice drifted through the hallway.
you stepped into the living room, smiling when you saw him.
"There you are."
Nanami returned the smile automatically.
but as you sat beside him and started talking about your day, he found himself listening for one name. and when it finally appeared in the conversation? his jaw tightened.
your words faltered. "Kento?" you looked at him carefully.
for a moment, neither of you spoke.
then, quietly, you asked. "Is there something wrong?"
he met your gaze briefly before looking away.
the silenced stretched. not uncomfortable, just heavy. Nanami wasn't entirely sure how to answer.
you knew your husband too well to notice when something was off.
"Kento."
"Hm."
"You're doing that thing."
his brows furrowed slightly. "What thing?"
"The thing where you pretend nothing's bothering you."
you moved closer on the couch, turning toward him fully.
"Did something happen at work?"
"No."
"Did someone annoy you?"
"Not particularly."
"Are you tired?"
"Always."
your expression only softened.
your fingers reached for his hand without thinking. you interwined your fingers with his.
"C'mon, talk to me?"
you waited patiently, giving him space to speak.
Nanami hated that he was making this difficult.
eventually, he said, "Who is he?"
you blinked. "...who?"
"The coworker."
your eyes widened slightly. "Oh."
for several seconds, you said nothing.
then, "Are you jealous?"
Nanami closed his eyes briefly. "Perhaps," he sighed.
your expression softened even further.
you shifted closer until your shoulder rested against his.
"I found him annoying," you started. "He talks too much, he steals food, he's arrogant too."
the corner of Nanami's mouth twitched. you caught it immediately.
"There he is."
"I was here the entire time."
"No, you were somewhere in your own head."
you brushed your thumb over his knuckles.
"I don't smile because of him," you sighed. "I smile because i was having fun."
his gaze softened. "I know," he admitted.
"Then why are you suffering by yourself?"
a faint huff escaped him, not quite a laugh.
"Because," he pulled your joined hands closer. "I was hoping it would stop if i ignored it."
"Did it work?"
"No."
you laughed. "That was unfortunate."
he laughed along with you. "It was."
the knot in his chest began to loosen.
not because the jealousy had vanished. but because you were looking at him exactly the way you always had.
5 times sukuna was heavily yearning + 1 time you finally noticed.
oblivious, lonely reader who’s used to doing things alone x downbad!sukuna. jealous!sukuna. gn!reader. reader wears glasses. sukuna calls reader angel. he’s so down bad bro. ooc sukuna as usual. mentions of nsfw contents.
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1. movie nights.
you had a specific, detailed, high maintenance routine for watching movies. you had slowly perfected the process— a mental to do list popping up every time a new movie dropped that you needed to watch.
first, you needed to be in your designated ‘movie night pajamas’, the most comfortable you owned. your favorite blanket had to be there, along with your favorite pillow for support. you liked watching in your home more than cinemas, because you disliked the idea of not being able to pause the movie for whatever reason. who decided to make bathroom breaks that short, anyways?
for snacks, chips poured into your favorite bowl, your favorite niche flavor. a chocolate bar sat beside it just incase the movie got intense enough for you to crave it. your favorite drink was set beside them in a thermal cup, allowing you to drink it as slow as possible without it melting too quickly.
your phone had to be on dnd, blocking out every notification. the room had to be cold, and you avoided any distractions because pausing the movie on piracy websites meant three minutes of closing ads to turn it back on.
tonight, everything was perfect.
you were perfectly wrapped in your blanket, eyes wide as it watched the screen perfectly, chips tasting perfect, drink perfected, everything absolutely perfect—
bzzz.
you immediately groaned. who could possibly be showing up? you hadn’t ordered food. no one was invited over. it was late. what could possibly be urgent enough to prompt someone to ruin your little routine?
you paused the movie (which took three minutes of pressing ‘x’ on ads urging you to ‘text hot, single ladies in your area’, and ‘ai bots who can make you cum in three minutes!’), pushed the blanket off, and pulled the door open with a soft pout you didn’t even register, just to pause when you saw sukuna standing there, eyebrows furrowed, frowning.
you and sukuna weren’t that close, really. you were in the same friend group, but you always felt nervous around him. he was intimidating, scary, too cool for you. he always stared at you blankly, and you decided he was judging you for… everything. you were awkward, nervous, a little odd.
so, him showing up to your home at midnight was a little… nerve-wracking. his red eyes slowly scanned your comfortable, worn out pajamas, messy hair, tiny pout that faded as your eyes widened, before he blinked blankly. “sorry for showing up unannounced.”
he didn’t sound apologetic. at all. his tone was monotonous, almost unamused.
“can i come in?”
you slowly blinked, before realizing how dumb you must look. you grimaced internally, stepping aside, letting him in. immediately, his eyes landed on your little set up, and he arched an eyebrow. “movie night, huh? watching part two of your little movie series?”
“how did you know?” you mumbled, genuinely confused. much to your surprise, his lips twitched up in something that looked like admiration, amused, and it was the closest you ever got to see him smile.
holy fuck, he was so gorgeous it felt unfair. now that you were actually focusing on the man towering over you, dressed in a black shirt and gray sweatpants, tanned skin peaking from under his clothes, muscles on view—
“it’s your favorite series, and it just dropped. i can recognize the sketchy ass website because you hate netflix. you have your little movie night routine, pajamas, chips, and drink.” he murmured casually, nonchalantly, as if it was normal that the guy you thought disliked you knew this much about you. “i listen, you know.”
your jaw was slack, eyes wide. he only snorted, arching an eyebrow. “don’t tell me fucking gojo was right and you really think i hate you.”
you paused. “well…”
“are you serious?” sukuna scoffed. “you’re my fucking favorite in the group, dumbass.”
“what?” you mumbled back, more confused. “you always glare at me. you never talk to me. i was starting to think you didn’t even know my last name.”
he stared at you, almost as if you were insane, then sighed. “you really are oblivious, huh?”
“hey—“
he shook his head, still looking mildly amused. “here’s the notes suguru said he would drop by to give you and forgot. i know you like studying early.”
“oh. you didn’t have to—“
“i wanted to.” he immediately stated, face serious. “‘ll leave you to it, can’t have someone ruining your perfect night. goodnight.”
with that, he was out, leaving you even more flabbergasted.
what. the. fuck.
2. hangouts.
you were still getting used to the idea that sukuna told you that not only did he not hate you, but that you were his favorite in the group. to you, the idea was unbelievable. flabbergasting. maybe even a little more scarier than being hated by him for some reason, but you managed pretty well.
at least you were more comfortable hanging out with your group now.
however, you had a tiny little habit. you hated the coffee at the place your friends loved, so often, you just walked away to the place next to it to buy your own coffee. it provided you a break, making the little pit of your stomach that grows when having to be around people, even your best friends, for too long reset, and you just get a chance to catch your breath.
today wasn’t different. in the middle of the hangout, you grabbed your wallet and slipped out, enjoying the tiny walk in fresh air before you stepped into your favorite cafe.
the familiar barista immediately lit up at the sight of you, boredom fading from his face. he was your age, friendly with a cute grin that grew whenever you two chatted— something that made you feel at ease when ordering.
“my favorite customer,” he immediately greeted, grinning. the bell at the door chimed, and you both didn’t pay any mind to it. “i wonder what you will order this time.”
you snorted. you both knew you ordered the exact same thing every single time. “yeah, i wonder too.”
he chuckled, eyes flickering to the screen. you could feel a figure stopping behind you. “well, you know your total.”
you hummed, about to pay, when the familiar scent of sukuna’s signature perfume finally registered in your mind as he moved to step beside you, eyes narrowed, jaw slowly twitching. “make it two.”
you slowly glanced up. the barista looked up in surprise, before he nodded calmly. “of course.”
before you could register it, sukuna’s card was pressing against the machine, paying for you both. your jaw went slack for the second time this week, flabbergasted once more, but sukuna was already pulling you out of line so that the people behind you could pay.
and, more unfazed that he should be by his own actions, he casually held out the receipt. “here. you take the code and collect points on their app, right?”
“…how the fuck do you even know that?” you mumbled, utterly confused. “why are you here? how did you find me— did you even know what you ordered—“
“easy there, angel.” he murmured, calm. “you always carry the receipt and i see you type something from it on your phone often. ‘m here because the coffee in the other shop is ass. you always come here, so i figured i would try my coffee with you. i know what i ordered because i know your order.”
you openly gaped at him. he only reached over, grabbing both drinks, arching an eyebrow. “are you gonna gape at me forever or drink this sweet shit?”
“…did you just call me angel?”
his amusement immediately faded, ears turning red as he shoved your drink your way, looking away. “absolutely not. hallucinations. let’s go.”
that was what he chooses to deny? not that he knew your movie night in details? that he knew your exact drink? that he knew you secretly collected points from your favorite coffee shop?
you let out a tiny chuckle, amused, following behind him. that somehow managed to make his ears even more red, a scowl pulling on his pretty lips.
fuck. he was gorgeous, and adorable.
how horrible for you.
3. aquarium.
you laid face-down on shoko’s bed, face showed between the pillows, eyes shut in pure horror. “‘m so screwed.”
she sighed for the nth time from where she sat on the ground, studying. “you quite literally could not be more not screwed.”
“i have a crush on him, shoko. i never have crushes. and now i have one, on fucking sukuna. the guy once punched a guy for breathing ‘his’ air. he fucking hates people. i am so utterly fucked. he will kill me.”
she glanced up, as if she knew something you didn’t. “he won’t kill you. kiss you? maybe.”
“stop being delusional.” you mumbled, voice muffled as you buried your face into the sand further. “‘m so fucked.”
she sighed. “you’re delusional too if you don’t realize what’s happening. anyways, isn’t it the twenty seventh? your monthly aquarium night?”
you jumped up, gasping. “it is! fuck!” you quickly grabbed your phone to check the time, before opening the aquarium’s instagram page just in case there were any updates.
and, unfortunately, right there on their instagram story, posted twelve hours ago, was a simple statement.
‘couples only day!’
“oh, fuck my fucking life.” you mumbled, eyes on the story, shoulders drooping. “shoko, be my aquarium date.”
“couples only, huh? if only these weren’t the conditions,” she mused, almost flirty, before tilting her head.
“yes.”
“ask sukuna to go with you.”
you blinked once, twice, before pulling up your phone, nodding, serious. “good idea. ‘m asking gojo or geto.”
“that is quite literally not what i said.”
“you’re a genius.”
you sent off a quick text to geto and gojo, jumping off her bed to head to your own apartment to get ready. after dressing up all cute for the sake of your loved marine animals, you glanced down at your phone, where a vague text from gojo said he couldn’t, followed by maybe three million crying emojis (which was maybe because he had begged before to accompany you said no. aquariums were a single, you-only trip), and geto sent back a simple ‘he’s almost there’, and a thumbs up.
what kind of reply was that? you frowned, sending five questions marks, about to ask who the fuck ‘he’ was, when your doorbell rings.
you pulled the door open, and freeze when your eyes landed on the one and only sukuna. he glanced at you, eyes blank, and nodded once. “let’s go.”
“…where?”
he raised an eyebrow. “the aquarium. date night. let’s go.”
“…are you sure?” you immediately mumbled, voice uncharacteristically low. “‘m, uh, kind of enthusiastic about this. nerdy. geeky. um, annoying.”
his lips twitched up into an endeared smile that he immediately pushed back. “i know what ‘m getting into. let’s go.”
you grabbed your jacket, eyebrows furrowing. “suguru could have just said he couldn’t come. i’m sorry he sent you instead.”
“oh, he could come.” sukuna stated blankly, stepping into the elevator behind you. you glanced up at him, confused, and he stared back blankly, as if waiting for you to collect dots you didn’t even see. he only sighed after a few minutes, shaking his head. “this is both cute and infuriating. so, which stupid creature is your favorite?”
you expected a night with sukuna to be awkward. tense. uncomfortable. a night where you had to hold back so you don’t become labeled as talkative, or annoying, or too much.
you didn’t expect for him to be a good listener. nodding at whatever you said, asking questions at first to keep you talking until you were comfortable rambling. you didn’t expect him to hold your things so you could comfortably get closer to the glass, or stay longer at your favorite animals, or ask you about ones that seemed interesting, his eyes soft and lips twitching upwards just the slightest. you didn’t expect him to disappear at one point and come back with a few limited-edition items from the small gift shop either, dumping them in your arms wordlessly as you two were walking out.
“thank you for being my fake date for the night, kuna.” you mumbled as he was dropping you off, sleepy, eyes soft and voice slurred. he paused at your words, lips twitching into a frown before he eyed how sleepy you were and only sighed.
“of course, angel.” he muttered, reaching over and nonchalantly pressing a kiss to your forehead before he turned around, walking away. “…sleep well, goodnight.”
gaping at him seeming like a new routine, except this time, your sleepy eyes were set on his back as he left, almost getting distracted by his muscles showing through the fabric. oh, you were so, utterly fucked.
4. the beach.
you sat quietly on the sand, wrapped tightly in a towel, eyes ahead as you watched gojo, geto and shoko shoving each other in the water. choso was on a towel beside you, deeply asleep and snoring. toji was playing around with megumi and nobara and yuji, who was yapping about how his uncle dropped him off and disappeared. everyone was enjoying themselves.
you were freezing.
you had gotten there earlier, having known they would all show up too late. you liked swimming alone with no eyes on you, so with too much sunscreen, you stayed in the water under the sun in what you knew was the perfect time for you. by the time everyone else arrived, you were already drying in the shade.
oh, how you wished you had a dry towel—
a dry towel dropped into your lap before the thought even finished. you froze, glancing up at the sky, before immediately closing your eyes again and wishing for a million dollars just in case.
“don’t stare at the fucking sun.”
ah. your genie.
you peaked through your lashes at sukuna, who glared at you, a hand going to shade your eyes from the sun. he was dry, holding a small bag which you assumed was for his wallet and phone and car keys and towel, the sun kissing every spot on his perfect body, as if purposely teasing you.
fuck. how could someone be so pretty?
he sighed, pulling a cap out of the bag. he pushed it on top of your damp hair, shading your face, and slumped beside you. “switch towels. mine is dry.”
“hi.” you mumbled dumbly, blinking a few times to snap yourself from the daze seeing his beautiful red eyes in the sun put you through. his lips twitched, face softening, and he only pulled the cap down further. you finally remembered how to think. “don’t you need your towel dry?”
“‘m not going into the water this late.” he stated. his eyes flickered to choso asleep, and he rolled his eyes, standing back up. you watched shamelessly as he effortlessly pulled the heavy umbrella so it was covering the sun kissed stoner, sighing, voice lower. “that dumbass.”
“i spray him with sunscreen every two hours. flipped him once.” you mused, taking the chance of sukuna being distracted to switch towels, sighing in relief once the warm, dry, soft towel wrapped around you. “thank you, kuna.”
“don’t mention it.” he grunted, then frowned once he registered your words, “you rub sunscreen on him?”
“oh, no, it’s a spray.” you hummed, pulling it out. “isn’t it cool?”
he glanced at the spray bottle, shoulders slowly relaxing. “mhm. it is. can you spray me?”
you nodded, moving to stand up, immediately stumbling in the towel. firm fingers immediately steadied you, and you deeply hoped he couldn’t feel the warmth radiating off you from being flustered as he slowly let go.
you slowly sprayed him, the sunscreen leaving a shiny coat that made him look even more beautiful. after making sure every part of him was covered, you slowly sat back down. “try to rub it to make sure it’s even.”
he hummed, eyes shut, slowly spreading it out, spreading it out on his tan skin.
what a fucking sight, really. he was so, unbelievably gorgeous. you were so fucked.
“…you went early, huh?”
“…yeah.” you mumbled, eyes still on him, hoping he keeps his eyes closed.
“tell me next time. ‘ll go with you.” he sighed. “these idiots always come when it’s already too cold.”
you nodded slowly as he finally finished, slumping next to you on the little beach mat gojo had gotten, so close that his thigh was pretty to your covered figure. he frowned. “your lips are pale. still cold?”
you grimaced. “‘ll be okay. thank you for the towel—“
he sighed, an arm wrapping around your shoulder before he was pulling you towards him. you missed the way his body relaxed, lips twitching into a repressed grin, the face of a man finally achieving one of his long lost goals.
holy fuck. you were pressed to his side, his body oozing warmth. he smelled great, and you could feel his muscles every time he shifted. as you stared ahead, trying to pretend like you weren’t malfunctioning, your eyes landed on shoko, gojo and geto staring back at you guys from the water, jaws slack.
well. at least it wasn’t you this time.
5. studying.
as much as it seemed otherwise, studying with gojo actually helped you. you both kept each other in check— you stopped him whenever he started yapping, and he distracted you whenever you were spiraling. you both were a team when studying— having been one since the first semester, when you both met.
during breaks, however, was when you really liked studying with gojo. you both sat with thirteen expensive pastries in front of you, gojo’s treat, and he grinned excitedly. “oh, this will be so good. you go first.”
“you don’t have to tell me twice.” you mumbled, picking one up. you immediately moaned in delight, holding the rest to gojo, who reached over and took the rest from between your fingers. “fuck. this is so good.”
gojo let out an even louder moan. you both ignored the disgusted glares from the people around you, happily chewing. “oh, these are fucking godsent. thank you for being my taste buddy.”
“thank you,” you mumbled, grabbing another one. “you’re the one spoiling me with these. you’re, like, my dream man right now.”
gojo let out a loud laugh, before pausing, shivering in horror at whatever he imagined. “do not let sukuna hear you saying that. he’ll have my head.”
“why would he have your head for that?” you mumbled, mouthful, and distracted by the heavenly taste of these. you weren’t even a fan of pasteries, but these were on another level. you tried another, and immediately groaned. “fuck. try this one.”
you immediately extended your hand out to gojo. he, as usual, ate half of it off your fingers instead, and dramatically melted in his seat. “ten out of ten. perfect. stunning. i will marry whoever made these.” he swallowed, and quickly ate the rest off your fingers to. “and he will because he’s, like, in love with you.”
“you flipping liar.” you mumbled, unamused with the obvious fake news. “he doesn’t. he’s just a good friend.”
“he’s not a good friend,” gojo snorted. “he almost shoved my head into the toilet bowl yesterday because he was bored. he likes you.”
you did not believe him the slightest. “uh-huh. wanna try the red one?”
“yes, please.”
later that night, you were curled up in bed— going over everything you had studied earlier to lock the information into your mind. the groupchat was blowing up after choso was caught kissing someone (you already knew the news. choso blurted about his ‘secret’ crush to you before when he was high, and forgot.) and you just shot back a sticker laughing, said you were studying and you needed more caffeine to deal with this, and shut your phone off completely.
you really needed caffeine.
everytime you shut your eyes, all you can see is a cold, cup of your favorite coffee from your favorite shop. the condensation running down, the inviting taste, everything—
fuck. you needed one so bad. you frowned, turning your phone on to glance at the time, and paused when a notification stood out from between the ones on the groupchat.
sukuna: pick u up for coffee in five?
you stared at the message, then slowly glanced down at the sweatpants and oversized hoodie you were in, your hair messy, broken glasses on because you were too lazy to get these specific ones fixed and you lost the other, before sighing. you needed caffeine too bad to worry about how you looked in front of him right now.
you: please :c
a car honked downstairs a few minutes. you quickly grabbed your wallet and your half-dead phone, rushing downstairs, grabbing an oversized jacket on the way so you could tug it on top of your thick hoodie, grimacing at how much of a mess you looked. you slid into the passenger seat, and sukuna only stared at you, eyes slowly taking in your appearance, lips softly pulling up.
“don’t say anything.” you immediately mumbled. his smirk widened, but he didn’t speak, immediately resuming to drive, eyes ahead. “‘m so sleepy.”
“uh-huh. let’s get some caffeine in you.” he murmured, turning more serious. “don’t overwork yourself tonight. did you have dinner?”
you nodded, ignoring how your heart felt like it was twirling in your chest. “i did. ate and drank and slept well.”
he hummed. “good.”
in the coffee shop, he got the same as you, paying despite your complaints. once the drinks were out, he grabbed both, wrapping yours in tissues to keep your fingers from being cold before handing it over, humming.
you were looking over notes in your phone, too tired to register his actions. you only quietly took the cup, immediately sipping, shoulders slowly rolling down, tense muscles relaxing. “thank you, kuna.”
he clicked his tongue. “don’t mention it.”
in the car, you focused on sipping the coffee, and he cleared his throat. “gojo said you two were on a study date this morning. pastries and shit. said you called him your dream man.”
you snorted. sukuna glanced over, utterly unamused, almost pouting. “i love gojo.”
his lips immediately formed a scowl. “you love him?”
“not like that,” you snorted. “he’s just… he was the first person who was nice to me in university, you know. the first person who made sure i never felt like a burden. he means a lot to me, platonically.”
he was silent for a while, then nodded, pulling up in front of your building. “good. you deserve to never feel like a burden. you… mean a lot to me.”
was he trying to kill you? you immediately shuffled out, heart beating like it was trying to escape your chest, cheeks burning. “you mean a lot to me too, kuna. um, goodnight. thank you for picking me up.”
“don’t mention it, angel.”
+1.
against your will, you were dragged to a party.
you would have been enthusiastic, really, if finals hadn’t just ended— leaving you too sleep deprived that you couldn’t even walk straight. gojo had came over to force you out and picked your outfit out for you, keeping in mind your pleads for it to be something warm, and you ended up in the passenger seat of his car, asleep soundly, vaguely aware of his whining about you needing to be awake as he drove you there.
you could only remember little snippets between your tiny naps, really.
gojo having his arm around you as he dragged you in.
you slumping down beside choso, immediately falling asleep on his shoulder.
sukuna crouching down in front of you, concerned, eyes worried.
sukuna covering you with a blanket.
sukuna sitting beside you, pulling your head into his shoulder instead.
geto replacing choso. you shifting, head falling into his shoulder because he was warmer.
sukuna immediately pulling you back towards him, an arm falling around your waist to keep you close, bickering with geto.
after that, you drifted into deep sleep— the kind that only came after a week straight of pulling all nighters. and, when you woke up again, you were wrapped in a blanket, on the roof, on a tiny couch with your head on sukuna’s lap and a cigarette between his lips.
the second he registered you awake, he pushed the cigarette into the ashtray, eyes soft, fingers on your shoulders to help you sit up. “you okay, angel?”
“mhm. sleepy.” you mumbled, blinking slowly, still half asleep. you yawned, rubbing your eyes. “thank you for watching over me, kuna. you’re, like, my angel.”
“…don’t mention it.” he whispered— although, it sounded more like a pained whimper. “i… yeah. don’t mention it.”
it was silent for a few minutes. you both stared up at the sky, lost in thought, before sukuna cleared his throat.
“…the stars are pretty.”
“mhm.”
he paused, before speaking again. his voice was low, soft, but it was laced with quiet frustration that you could tell wasn’t pointed at you. “we’re, uh, done with the semester.”
“…mhm.”
he clicked his tongue, and sat up, like he’s restarting. “…we’re good friends.”
“we are.” you mumbled, still dazed from your delicious, needed nap. he let out a small groan, face buried into his palm.
“fuck.”
“…kuna?” you murmured, voice soft, sleepy. his eyes finally flickered up, frustrated and almost disappointed in himself, and you only gave him a small, sleepy smile. “i like you too.”
and finally, it was his turn for his jaw to go slack, eyes widening, before he turned to you quickly. “you’re not fucking with me, right? you like me?”
you nodded, sleepy, but focused. “i like you.”
he didn’t hesitate before dropping to his knees in front of you, eyes soft and almost pathetic. “say that again. please.”
“i like you, kuna.” you repeated, quieter, softer, more serious.
he let his head drop, face pressed against the blanket covering your thighs briefly, voice muffled when he spoke. “…you have no idea how many years i have been dying to hear this, angel. fuck.” when he lifted his head back up, his red eyes were almost glossy. “‘m marrying the fuck out of you one day.”
that managed a sleepy laugh out of you. “take me on a date first, at least. we haven’t even kissed yet.”
his eyes lit up at the mere thought— before you watched him visibly holding himself back, trying to appear more relaxed, probably to not scare you off, despite his reddening ears at the idea. “right. dates. i will date you so fucking good, i promise, you will never think of anyone but me again. not even that stupid barista who clearly wants you so bad. only me.” he nodded, serious, scowling, before his eyes softened again. “best dates of your life. where do you want to go? dinner? coffee? aquarium? your little movie night routine at my place? do you want me to make it a surprise? i will be the best boyfriend— wait, fuck, not that yet—“
you reached over, softly pressing your lips to his,
he froze, eyes probably wide, then immediately melted the second your fingers gently cupped his face to pull him closer, letting out a soft, little sound into the kiss that had his face flushing further.
once you pulled away, your eyes met his dazed ones, and he slowly sucked in a deep breath. “….fuck.”
“dinner sounds good.” you whispered back, thumb brushing over his bottom lip, and he shut his eyes, as if it took visible effort not to groan. “next week?”
“you think ‘ll make it to next week?” he let out a sharp laugh. “you have me fucking kneeling for you, angel. tomorrow. 8. please.”
“okay.” you murmured, voice soft. “now, come back up, i will want to continue napping on you.”
tags 18+ minors dni !! very self indulgent hehe … i’m so soft for him y’all don’t understand 🥹
his lips are cold at first. always cold, like he’s been pressing his mouth to the rim of a glass full of ice just to feel something. you’ve learned to expect it but it still makes you gasp every time, that first shock of chill against your warm mouth, and he loves it. you can feel him smile into the kiss, that infuriating curve of his lips that says got you.
he doesn’t rush. satoru gojo could move faster than light if he wanted to but he kisses you like the world outside doesn’t exist. his hands find your face first, always. long fingers spanning your jaw, thumbs stroking over your cheekbones in slow hypnotic circles. he tilts your head to the side and deepens the kiss, easing you into it, letting you feel every second of it. his bottom lip slots between yours and he just rests there for a moment, breathing you in.
then his tongue traces the seam of your lips, asking, always asking even though he knows the answer will be yes. you open for him and he hums into your mouth, pleased and low, the vibration traveling straight down your spine. he tastes like sugar and something sharper underneath, like the candy he definitely stole from your stash and the mint gum he chewed to cover it up. his tongue curls against yours lazy and thorough, exploring, and his teeth graze your bottom lip just hard enough to make your breath catch. he soothes it immediately with a soft sucking kiss that leaves your lip slick and tingling.
his mouth wanders. it’s a problem, actually, because he can’t stay in one place for long. he pulls back from your lips and presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth, then the bow of your upper lip, then the tiny crease where your smile would be if you weren’t so breathless. he kisses the tip of your nose, your cupid’s bow, your cheek. by the time he’s finished mapping your face your eyes are closed and your lips are parted.
he kisses your closed eyelids, left then right, feather-light. his lips brush your lashes and you feel them flutter against his mouth. he exhales a laugh and the air ghosts warm over your skin.
then he’s at your jaw, trailing open-mouthed kisses down to your chin, then up the other side. he finds the spot just beneath your ear and latches on, sucking gently, not enough to leave a mark but enough to make your fingers twist into the fabric of his shirt. he kisses the shell of your ear, the delicate skin behind it, the curve where your neck meets your shoulder. he breathes there, nose pressed to your skin. “you’re so warm,” he says, “smell so good.”
he kisses your throat. your collarbones. the hollow at the base of your neck where he can feel your heartbeat rabbiting against his mouth. he stays there for a long moment, just feeling it, and when he pulls back his eyes are dark and half-lidded and his lips are pink and kiss bitten and wet.
he kisses you on the mouth again, harder this time, less controlled. his composure slips and his hands drop from your face to your waist, your hips, pulling you flush against him. he kisses you like he’s starving, like the taste of you is the only thing that keeps him human. his tongue slides against yours and his teeth click against yours because he’s smiling again, he’s always smiling, even now. especially now.
his hands roam. up your sides, down your back, fingers splaying wide like he’s trying to touch all of you at once. they settle on your lower back and he presses you closer, impossibly closer, and he’s so warm now, all that cold burned away by the heat between you. he kisses the corner of your mouth again, your chin, the tip of your nose. a quick peck to your forehead. your left cheek. your right cheek. back to your lips.
he pulls away just enough to rest his forehead against yours, and you can feel his lashes brush your brow.
“hey.” he says, voice wrecked.
“hey.” you breathe back.
he kisses the bridge of your nose. “you’re my favorite.”
you roll your eyes but you’re smiling, he can feel it.
ABSOLUTELYYYYYY. I love Neil so much it's not even funny.
a/n: written from a “x f!reader” perspective. Let's get this show on the road!
AFTERCARE, what they’re like after sex
He is so goddamn silly afterwards, and it’s not a matter of deflection. He genuinely has so much fun with you that the aftercare is an extension of that. He does this thing with his voice where he lowers it a bit to get serious. He looks you in the eye and tips your face up by your chin. “Are you feeling okay, baby?” He responds accordingly depending on what you say. If it was particularly rough it’s all hands on deck for him. He covers all his bases to make you feel better. He cracks jokes, smothers you with kisses, and whispers multiple times “I love you’s”.
BODY PART, their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s
The favorite part of his body is his navel. He loves dragging your hand down his body and laying it on his stomach, beaconing you to play with his waistband. His favorite part on your body are your hands. He fixates on them. He plays with your fingers any chance he gets. It’s a comfort thing for him. Sometimes when you’re having sex you put your fingers in his mouth and it drives him crazy.
CUM, anything to do with cum, basically
He loves making a mess. Adores it. He loves painting your face with his cum and making you eat it. He loves seeing your back covered in it. But even more so, he likes when he pulls out of you and finishes on your stomach. Sometimes if he’s lucky some of his cum will land on your tits. He’s licked your tits cleaned on those occasions and kissed you after, making you taste him.
DIRTY SECRET, pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs
He filmed the two of you in secret once. You knew it was going to happen (and you agreed to it), but you didn't know exactly when. He had you on your hands and knees as he fucked you from behind. He leaned over you and said "You see that little light over there?" as he pointed over at the bedside. "Surpriseeee..."
EXPERIENCE, how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?
He knows what he's doing. He's never had much luck in relationships. They either fizzle out or end up being one night stands. But, he still knows exactly what you need without you having to vocalize it. You're the first person he really connects with.
FAVORITE POSITION, this goes without saying
Missionary. He loves being able to look into your eyes and kiss you. He feels it gives him the opportunity to be as close to you as possible. Second favorite is you on top, riding him on the couch. He loves pulling you close and feeling your chest on his.
GOOFY, are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.
He loves to crack a joke in the middle of having sex. He thinks being with you is so much fun, and he loves that he's able to keep things light with you. He's always smiling when he's with you.
HAIR, how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.
He's not too fixated on it. He'll keep himself adequate groomed and adjust based off what you like.
INTIMACY, how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect
He will always make sure you know how much he loves you. Even if its jovial in the moment, his eyes tell you how much you mean to him.
JACK OFF, masturbation headcanon
When he does, he does it on the shower. Easy clean up, he thinks.
KINK, one or more of their kinks
You called him "daddy" once as a joke and he turned red. It makes him feel powerful and important. When you pull that one out he becomes a different man, one on a mission. He has a praise kink. He loves seeing you blush after he says things like "you're doing so good for me, baby." He loves when you throw it back at him as well. Hearing you tell him how good he's doing or how amazing he is makes him even harder.
LOCATION, favorite places to do the do
The bedroom in your apartment is his favorite place. Second favorite is the couch.
MOTIVATION, what turns them on, gets them going
Hand on his thigh. Touching him over his pants. Kissing his neck(!) He loves feeling that he has some sort of control over you. If you can't help yourself, then he can't either.
NO, something they wouldn’t do, turn offs
He will not share you. He does not like the idea of you being with another person, not even if he's involved. You are his and his alone. He draws the line at inviting anyone else into your relationship, period.
ORAL, preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.
He loves facefucking. The sounds you make are music to his ears. He also has a bit of an oral fixation so eating you out is a nonnegotiable. He was clumsy at first, but when he figured out your body it was game over.
PACE, are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.
He can't help himself but go fast most times. When he wants to tease you he'll slow it down, but he picks and chooses when he does. He'll slow down when he has something to say.
QUICKIE, their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.
He doesn't like them very much. Sex with him is a whole production in multiple acts.
RISK, are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.
He is always down to experiment. It's how he found out half the stuff that he's into. He'll try anything once.
STAMINA, how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?
He rarely is a one and done. You both cum multiple times whenever you have sex. On multiple occasions has set aside whole days just to fuck you over and over again.
TOYS, do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?
He owed a stroker for a while, but got rid of it after his first date with you. He was pretty confident that he wouldn't need it anymore. He did, however, buy a vibrator that he likes to use on you.
UNFAIR, how much they like to tease
He teases you a lot. He'll walk by you and whisper something salacious in you ear. He'll touch you over your clothes and prolong it as long as possible before he strips you. He'll continue to touch you over your underwear, sometimes even putting his mouth over his clothed clit.
VOLUME, how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.
He's LOUD with you. He does not care who hears him. He moans, whimpers, grunts. He's vocal.
WILD CARD, a random headcanon for the character
He loves it when you take care of him. It started the first time he got sick after you got together. You stayed over and made sure he had everything he needed. You made him soup, cuddled him, and one thing lead to another and you stroked him as you whispered sweet nothings into his ear. He loves being pampered.
X-RAY, let’s see what’s going on under those clothes
Neil has nothing to be embarrassed about. In all honesty you didn't think he would be as big as he was. It was a pleasant surprise.
YEARNING, how high is their sex drive?
Neil is head over heels in love with you. You drive him absolutely mad. To that end, he genuinely can get turned on at the drop of a dime. He's always ready for you.
Zzz, how quickly they fall asleep afterwards
He always makes sure you fall asleep first in case you need him. He kisses the top of your head and ensures you're comfortable. He likes being big spoon and wrapping his arms around you. He holds your hand in the process and wishes he could, somehow, be even closer to him. Once he hears your breathing slow and in certain you're asleep, he closes his eyes and let's himself breathe you in.
A - Aftercare: Soul is intensely possessive afterward. He wraps himself around you, nuzzling into your skin like you might disappear. He murmurs soft, obsessive things.
“Mine, mine, mine…” and if you try to move, he whines and pulls you closer. If he was rough, he’ll tremble against you, overstimulated and needy, but he won’t admit it.
B - Body part:
• His favorite part of himself: His eyes. He knows the way they bore into people, hypnotizing them, making them feel seen and owned.
• His favorite part of you: Your throat. Whether he’s wrapping his hand around it, feeling the vibrations of your moans, or pressing kisses there, he’s obsessed.
C - Cum: Soul loves the mess. He’ll smear it on you, taste it, make you keep it inside. If you try to clean up too soon, he pouts. He wants to admire his work. Also, he has a filthy habit of sucking his fingers clean if they’re coated in it.
D - Dirty secret: He’s fantasized about keeping you tied to his bed for days, overstimulating you until you’re a drooling, fucked-out mess. You’d be so weak and pliant, completely dependent on him… He thinks about it way too often.
E - Experience: He’s not technically experienced, but his obsessive nature means he’s studied everything. He knows exactly what buttons to push and how to push them. The first time you’re together, it’s almost terrifying how well he understands what makes you tick.
F - Favorite position: Anything where he can see you. Missionary with your wrists pinned down, you straddling his lap, or sitting in front of a mirror so he can watch your expressions. He wants to see every reaction.
G - Goofy: Soul isn’t playful. He’s intense, desperate, borderline unhinged. But he does smirk when you whimper, and he definitely enjoys whispering filth just to watch you squirm.
H - A bit of neatly trimmed white hair, but nothing too wild.
I - Intimacy: It’s all intimacy with Soul. He’s obsessed, lost in you, breathing your name like it’s the only thing that matters. It’s suffocating, overwhelming, and inescapable—exactly how he wants it.
J - Jack off: He does it constantly while thinking of you. He moans your name, bites his lip, and makes a mess of himself, then stares at the cum on his fingers and imagines feeding it to you.
K - Kink: He has a few. Kinky motherfucker.
• Possessiveness/obsession – He needs you to know you belong to him.
• Overstimulation – He loves pushing you past your limits. However, He would love if you overstimulated him to.
• Marking – Bruises, bites, scratches—he wants people to know you’ve been claimed.
• Exhibitionism – Not full public exposure, but the risk of getting caught drives him insane.
• Asphyxiation - The thrill of struggling to breathe and slowly losing strength makes him weak in the knees.
L - Location: His bed is his sanctuary, but he’s had fantasies about taking you against a bookshelf, in an empty classroom, or pinning you to a cold stone wall in some forgotten part of wherever you are.
M - Motivation: The simplest things set him off. your voice, your scent, the way you look at him. But if you ignore him? Oh, he’ll get desperate real quick.
O - Oral: He loves to go down on you. He drags it out, taking his time, licking, sucking, devouring, he wants you whimpering. As for receiving? He shudders the moment your lips touch him, gripping your hair like he needs it.
P - Pace: Usually slow but intense. he wants you to feel every inch of him. But if he’s desperate? He’s a messy, needy, whimpering thing, rutting into you like he’s addicted.
Q - Quickie: He craves full intimacy, but he won’t say no if you need him right now. He’ll pin you to the nearest surface, whispering, “You couldn’t wait, huh?”
R - Risk: He’s insane when it comes to risk. Public teasing? Letting his hand wander under the table? Fucking you in an unlocked room? He lives for it.
S - Stamina: He doesn’t quit. Even when he’s spent, trembling, panting he keeps going. He’s the type to push past exhaustion because he needs more of you.
T - Toys: He has a few—mainly for overstimulating you. Vibrators, restraints, a pretty little collar he fantasizes about putting on you… And yes, he’s tried them on himself, just to imagine how they’d feel on you.
U - Unfair: He’s a tease, but in a way that makes you suffer. He’ll hold you down, whispering about how desperate you look, how much you need him, and then just… watch you squirm.
V - Volume: He moans. Not soft little sighs either. Full, breathy, whimpering moans. If he’s being rough, he growls. When he’s close? His voice breaks, and it’s the most sinfully beautiful sound you’ve ever heard.
W - Wild card: He has a bad habit of stealing your clothes just to jerk off in them. If you catch him, he’ll just stare at you, shameless, before stuffing them in your mouth and fucking you stupid.
X - X-ray: He’s around 8 inches. But the real danger is how pretty he is. Pale skin, flushed tip, and dripping by the time he even gets started.
Y - Yearning: His sex drive is insane. He wants you all the time. Even if he’s already had you, he’s thinking about when he’ll get to fuck you again.
Z - Zzz: He doesn’t let you go to sleep right away—he needs to hold you, touch you, breathe you in. When he finally dozes off, it’s with you completely trapped against him.
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NSFW Alphabet - Walter "Keys" Mckey.
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
King of aftercare, he already got your water filled before you started, he's cuddling you to sleep, he's telling you how much he loves you, he's showering with you. Literally whatever you want, he's doing it.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Keys likes his hands and as he should he's very good with them. But he likes that they're big and always warm, and loves how much they wrap around yours when he holds them. Also likes them because they're good at coding. He often jokes it's his hands and not him that are clever.
For you, he loves your hips/thighs. He liked to hold onto them as he stands behind you, his thumbs massaging slow circles into your skin, especially if you've got just a t-shirt and underwear on. Quite often he'll slip his hands under the waistband of whatever underwear you're wearing, not in a sexual way. Just to feel your skin.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Sticks to the classics, in your pussy, your mouth, or on your stomach.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Takes a pair of your underwear with him if he goes away for a weekend on a work trip or with friends to a con or something. He thinks you don't know, you do.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
He knows what he's doing. He's had a couple of longer term partners, and knows that everyone is different, and is eager to know your favourite things, and what gets you off.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Missionary or mating press. He loves being close to you, feeling every inch of your skin on his, and he likes to be able to kiss you as he fucks you. Also cowgirl but with him sat up so he can mouth at your neck and tits. Will do other positions but those are his favourites.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Goofs around if his glasses fog up, or go crooked, he fixes them two or three times until he throws them off with a soft laugh. He also can have full conversations in the middle of sex, laughing with you about stupid things. But for the most part he likes to be serious, because he likes to make love to you, and be in the moment.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Nearly trimmed or shaved, he takes care of himself well. He has chest hair, and a happy trail, but nothing major, he keeps it neat.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
He's very romantic. Especially for your birthdays and anniversaries, definitely littered the apartment with rose petals a few times. He's a lover, he loves to appreciate you and make love.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Not super often, sometimes if he's horny when you're on your period maybe. Does it in the shower to make clean up easier.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
He loves to give you happy ending massages. He makes sure he gives you a proper massage first, your back and shoulders and then he starts to massage your ass and tits until you're both covered in the oil and sliding against each other as his glasses fog up.
Also likes shower sex, especially when you've got your leg up, foot resting on the side of the tub, front pressed against the tile as he stands behind you, fucking you slowly.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Bed (if it ain't broke don't fix it), shower and couch. He likes it when you interrupt him playing video games to ride him on the couch.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Seeing you in his t-shirt and no underwear, especially if it's in the morning with your hair messy as you sit on the kitchen counter. Or if he's distracted and you start kissing his neck softly, any type of soft kiss and he's gone.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
I fear he's very vanilla. So theres a lot he wouldn't do, but his main one is anything that could hurt you, like slapping.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Oral god. He's so good at eating pussy, he knows exactly what gets you going, how to tease you with soft, barely there licks against your clit, and always ends up with his tongue inside you, his nose bumping your clit, almost suffocating in you. Knows exactly when to add his fingers, moans the entire time, and would jerk himself off while he eats you because it makes him so horny.
His favourite way to receive oral is with you laying with your head on his thigh, sucking and licking at his tip as he rests his hand on your head, stroking you hair softly. The tip of his cock is so sensitive, and he watches you with his mouth parted as you lick and suckle on it until he's cumming in your mouth.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
He's a slow and sensual type, his pace stays steady the whole way through, it helps him last longer to make sure you get to cum at least twice. Speeds up a little at the end but not fast, just more insistent.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
He won't say no to a quickie, but he prefers to take his time.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Not a risk taker, the riskiest he'll go is having sex when you've got someone else staying with you, or very quiet sex at your parents house, but it ends up more giggly than serious.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
He can do a couple of times if you spread them over the day. He does prefer to do it before bed so you can just cuddle afterwards. Because he likes to take his time, he uses up all his energy on the one time. But he can do once in the morning and once in the evening.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Doesn't own any himself, but he likes to use a little clit vibrator for you sometimes.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Can tease you a little when he's eating you out, but prefers to just do it, he doesn't really get the whole being teased thing because it just frustrates him. Like when you walk around in your underwear and don't let him touch you, he gets super frustrated until he's practically begging on his knees.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He's quiet but not silent. He moans, and praises you in quiet tones. He's not super vocal with words because he prefers to be kissing you, but he'll tell you how pretty you are if you're riding him, and moan a little louder when your roll your hips just right.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Loves pale blue lingerie. Any type, bodysuits, nightdresses, matching sets, babydolls, anything. Just loves how it looks against your skin.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
He's not super muscular, he can still open jars that are too tough for you, but he's more soft than muscular. Soft stomach, no abs. Bigger thighs than you expected (perfect for riding what whosaidthat???).
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Moderate. He's not a super horny guy but he's usually always down if you are. He's probably up for three times a week, but he's not bothered if it's less. Or more, if you're horny he's usually more than happy to help you out.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Depends on the day, sometimes he'll cuddle and talk with you for an hour or so, and then sometimes he's super exhausted and conks out in ten minutes. Always cuddles though.
a = aftercare: by the time suguru is done with you you’re out like a light, he’s still sweating on top of you, trying to slide himself out of you but your walls keep him locked in.
he’ll finally pull out and wipe you down then put you on his chest, watching you sleep until he eventually dozes off.
b = boobs: suguru loves your boobs and the way that they fill his hand, how hard and reactive your nipples get when he rubs them and how they feel in his mouth when he’s covering them in hickies and spit.
c = cunt: suguru gets your cunt soaked. he likes when you wear tiny things that your messy cunt messes up in just an hour because of the way he teases you.
d = dick: his dick is 7 inches hard with a nice girth. its not too wide but not small either, you can feel it in your stomach when he has you face down ass up taking it in back to back strokes, no 5 second breaks. when he pulls out hes back in a second, touching every little spot that turns you into a sprinkler.
e = experience: suguru has a lot of experience which brings you pleasure that you've never got before.
f = forcing : he likes forcing you to take his dick. suguru taught you well, he knows you can take it and make him cum in under five minutes if you really put your mind to it and work your throat the way he told you too while the tears in your eyes burned and poured every few seconds.
g = gagging : suguru loves when you gag on his dick, the bubbles from your saliva building up on his dick and your throating tightening around the head of it every time he bucked his hips into you. his hand on the back of your head making sure you don’t breathe until you make him finish.
h = hair : he makes sure you use his hair as a handle when he’s in between your soft thighs. moaning every time you pull it when his tongue runs over your clit making your body tense from the intensity, tugging harder and harder each time.
i = intimacy : suguru loves taking care of you. he makes sure every time he’s touching you he does it softly, he is never letting thing go fast, he takes things slow. softly kissing in between your tits all the way down to your pussy, light touches all around.
j = jerking off : every time his hand wraps around his dick his mind drifts to you every single time, your pretty face and the way you smell, your laugh when he tells a corny joke. sometimes he can’t help himself and does it three times in a row, letting his cum coat his hand.
k = kinks : suguru is very open minded, a few of his kinks are - bondage, impact play, voyeurism, breeding, cum eating, edging.
l = lewd : the sounds that come from your pussy when he’s sliding in and out of you is a sound that suguru wishes to listens to every time he’s trying to relax or when he’s doing errands.
m = morning : the morning after is always the best because he gets to go another round when you’re freshly waked, softly spreading your thighs and eating you out first, taking his time with you making sure to savor the taste.
n = nudes : suguru has a folder full of your nudes, looking at them every day and every night with a hand in his pants his eyes glued to the screen and his tip leaking down his shaft, all of it just for you.
o = orgasm : the orgasms he gets with you feels like ten in one. he spasms a little while his eyes get heavy and his dick gets stiff. it all comes crashing down at him at once, tightening his grip on you to make you stay, making him ride it out.
p = pearl necklace : when you’re on your knees staring up at suguru eager for his cum he doesnt waste time giving it to you especially since you’re so good for him, letting his warm cum fall on your chest, slowly stroking himself teasing you.
q = quickie : suguru goes out of his way not to have quick fucks because he wants to savor and feel you but the adrenaline he gets when you’re bent over taking it in a bathroom at a restaurant is unmatched.
r = raw : he doesn’t like fucking you with a condom, it’s too much of a barrier. he wants to feel the warm slickness coating his dick when you squirt.
s = squirt : suguru knows how to work his mouth and fingers, he knew how to eat pussy before knowing how to properly fuck. so when he made you squirt for the first time he got greedy for it. all he wanted every time he was between those thighs is for you to make an unapologetic mess right on his face.
t = tempting: he can’t hold back when it comes to you. he knows you put on certain things to make him lose his mind but he cant even sit with that feeling because all he wants to do is take it off.
u = united : whenever he is inside of you he feels united. like he’s fucking you for the first time after a month of not seeing each other when in reality he fucked you last night. that’s the beauty of it and the way he sees you, you always feel like the first time he was inside of you.
v = voluptuous : he loves your body and how your bodies mold together, like you were made for each other. the way your ass jiggles when he has you on all fours, your curves and how beautiful they are, his fingers sinking into your soft thighs.
w = wild : his hair gets wild after sex, leaving you to fix it if it gets really crazy. laying in between your legs while you gently brush out the knots that formed.
x = x rated : this page is x rated, just like when suguru picks you up and fucks you against the wall… that’s x rated.
y = yummy : suguru’s cum is not off putting, not too salty or bitter, that’s why you prefer when its in your mouth, because it actually tastes good.
z = zzz : after getting you cleaned up hes out fast after sex. holding you in his arms and breathing in your scent.