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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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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.

A Pledge To Keep, ch. 6

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. 

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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.

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.

suguru your demon boyfriend (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

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. 

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.

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.

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.

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."

♯ a bit rushed bc i did it in a rush also ❤️☺️

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.

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.”

Neil Lewis NSF/W Alphabet????

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!

M4W, M4M

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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)

nsfw alphabet w/suguru

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.