“fuck is this about?” he asked as his gaze stayed on the screen, the camera already recording. you giggled, a sound he’d once admitted was his favorite with all its sweetness, and he sighed deeply, already accepting defeat. because who the hell did he think he was, before his sweet girl he’d certainly burn the whole world for?
“you’ll see.” you mumbled, a playful grin stretching across your face. the camera angle was already perfect, catching both his figure and every grumpy expression, but you kept checking it just to be sure.
you had stumbled across the trend while scrolling, knowing your boyfriend probably hadn’t since he avoided social media like the plague, claiming that place was full of dimwits. from the moment you’ve seen the trend, you’ve always wanted to try it. and now, quite late to the trend, he stood there with his hands shoved into his pockets, an amused look resting on his features, about to partake in a trend he wasn’t even aware of.
after checking the camera one more time, you made your way over, still giggling with a disturbingly joyous tone.
“you sound fucking evil.” he groaned at the sight of your grin since he was already familiar with the scene, aware that you were planning something.
you stopped in front of him, your eyes were sparkling with joy and you were barely containing your laughter. he, visibly defeated, also smiled warmly, a sweet gesture he only ever showed to you. the stretch on his lips could’ve looked unfamiliar to anyone else, but to you it was known and comforting. a gesture so unlike him yet so much of him. so much of a part of him only you knew.
you gently took his arms, lifting them above his head. “the hell?” he asked, but you simply shrugged, making sure he keeps them there. for a moment, you also enjoyed the vision, his tight tee clinging onto his huge biceps and stretching the poor fabric.
then you tangled your fingers into his short, pinkish hair, and rose onto your tiptoes to meet his lips. the moment your lips caught his, he let out a low groan, straight from his chest.
his hands dropped almost instantly. they smoothly found your hips, pulling you against him, his warmth seeping through his hands to your body.
you’d guessed he would probably lower his arms as he openly disliked listening to others, but then again he had built an habit of obeying you over the years you were together —and still, even if he did lower them, you hadn’t expected it to be this quick.
“kuna you are so weak-“ you barely breathed the words with a pleased laugh out before he cut you off, crashing his lips onto yours again with aggressive yet careful moves.
“babe, let me breathe— okay the trend’s over-“ you tried to speak, laughing against his moist lips, as his hands wandered all over your body.
“trend?” he muttered, merely pulling back as his lips still hovered over yours, his brows furrowing, and you laughed.
“mhmm, to see if you’d melt into the kiss. you are sooo weak baby.” he glanced at the camera, and rolled his eyes as he finally understood the situation. even so he kept his hands on yours again hips, his grip tightening just slightly.
“yeah,” he said, a wicked grin tugging at his lips, “so fucking weak.” he said, before leaning in to kiss you again, muffling your laughter with a warm look in his eyes, and an amused glint beneath his gaze.
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“come on babe it’s gonna look so cool!” you pleaded, giving him your best puppy eyes in another attempt to convince him.
you’d been scrolling through pinterest, following your nightly routine, when you came across a really cute couple pic where the guy had lipstick marks all over his bicep, maybe an overly used idea but you still found it pretty cute. and well, safe to say the idea had been stuck in your head for a week before you finally decided to play dirty and convince him to recreate the exact same picture for your perfected instagram feed.
and in your book, playing dirty meant mean puppy eyes and pouty lips with glossy tears sitting tightly on the edge of your lashes, threatening to spill over them.
a sight you knew he was hopelessly weak for.
you grinned to yourself. he was as grumpy as ever, letting out a long groan before throwing an arm over his eyes in a poor attempt to ignore you. huge mistake.
you were sitting on top of him while he lay sprawled across couch with his legs hanging over the armrest. fond as he was of summer, he wasn’t exactly immune to the dry heat that came with it and now he was dealing with a persistent headache for days, causing him to lay in the same spot for hours until the sun went down. currently, he was in his fourth hour of the day.
“babyy,” you whined with the exact pout you knew he could never resist.
he groaned again, one hand instinctively settling around your waist to steady you. “y’know you’re a fucking menace.”
you grinned. “does that mean yes?”
a tight silence stretched across his features. he sighed as his voice crawled up to a tone so defeated.
“do whatever you want.”
you let out an excited squeal, a scream of victory, before immediately reaching for the red lipstick.
ever since you’d started dating, you’d realized no matter how stubborn or intimidating he could be, never before had it seem as he had the determination to say a simple ‘no’ to you. at first he’d been genuinely confused by it, convinced there had to be some scientific explanation for why he was physically incapable of rejecting you. well, the explanation he came up with was that he was just a guy so in love. a guy weak and devoted in love.
he seemed to accept this half scientific explanation he had for himself wholeheartedly. he was a weak man.
and well, you never opposed to his logic.
you actually loved this side of him, where he was all sharp edges to everyone else with his permanent scowl sitting roughly on his face, for you he was simply a man in love who couldn’t even say a simple no because he adored you far too much.
you smiled as you finished applying the lipstick, settling yourself more comfortably on his stomach for a better angle.
leaning down, you pressed the first kiss against his bicep. perfect. you couldn’t help giggling when you noticed him subtly flexing, despite acting like he was being held hostage.
your lips lingered just long enough to leave a perfect imprint against his skin. and you felt his shuddering breath near your ears, caressing your neck. his hand tightened against your waist. he, again, exhaled softly. the soft breath brushed the side of your face and he caressed your skin with his rough hands.
“thought you were against to this,” you teased with a knowing grin. “it seems like you’re enjoying yourself.”
he gave your waist a light smack. “focus on your job.” you laughed, swiping on the lipstick over your lips once more.
by the time you were finished, his entire bicep was covered in neatly arranged and gorgeous looking kiss marks.
“i told you this would look good.” you said proudly. “kuna let me grab my phone real quick! i need to post this! where do you think the lightning would—“ your words turned into distracted humming as you wandered off toward the bedroom.
when you came back, your steps stopped in the doorway. you rolled your eyes. “this man…”
you gotta be kidding me.
you caught him in front of the mirror, his back slightly turned, flexing his biceps and his eyes trailing the kiss marks with a pleasant glint, admiring the view in the mirror.
“oh my god, kuna you narcissistic animal,”
he ignored you completely.
you winced seeing his smirk. he changed his pose, flexed his arm again and nodded with a certain approval.
your boyfriend!sukuna is sooo clingy in the mornings
the sunlight grazed your skin with a soft touch.
the familiar weight on your waist tightened when you stretched slightly to cover your face, your eyes still adjusting to the bright summer sun.
a heavy grunt reached your ears along with a warm breath tracing down your neck.
“morning babe.” you whispered when he brought you closer to his warm body with his arms embracing your body, and buried his face on your hair.
you giggled, mind still foggy from a good night sleep, and reached for your phone to check the time. he protested with a deep sound coming from his chest and held your hand, preventing you from pulling away from his hold, the tiredness was evident in his sleepy state.
“baby we probably need to get up,” you murmured with a slight smile, but he simply grunted again and pressed a warm kiss on the back of your neck. his legs found yours and got entangled with them, and you breathed out a laugh because the sukuna you knew, your boyfriend, was never this clingy with you while awake.
“you want to sleep more?” you asked and he nodded against your skin when the soft breeze crawled its way through the open windows and made you wince, causing you to lean into his touch. he let out an amused laugh, his voice heavy with sleep.
“five more minutes.”
he pressed another kiss upon your shoulder, his mouth stretched with a gentle smile, and you gave up, closed your eyes back and nodded.
he caressed your sides with his big hands, his palms were hot against your skin and you melted into his touch. sukuna didn’t seem to mind the cold spreading around the room, he simply held you closer to himself, tangling his body with yours under the cool sheets.
he mumbled some unclear words under his breath, lips still sitting on your shoulder, pressing light kisses in his half asleep state.
“five more minutes it is.” you said, clearly enjoying this touchy side of his, and went back to sleep in his secure arms.
neighbor!nanami fixing your car and earning himself a cute date!
“can you hand me the screwdriver?” your neighbor, nanami kento, asked. he wiped his sweat dappled forehead using his shirt that he’d tossed aside, standing across from you shirtless as sweat dripped down his chest.
you almost couldn’t hear what he’d said, way too busy staring at him because what the hell?
that morning, before you’d driven off to the cafe, with all the easiness of a deserved off day for you’d worked nonstop all through the week, you were happy and content and peaceful.
until your gaze caught up on the steam creeping across the cool floor beneath the hood. and let out a horrified scream loud enough to wake the whole neighborhood up.
which, was also the reason your neighbor, nanami kento ended up in your garage, shirtless and sweating.
he talked about some hose clamp and how it loosened, but honestly, you were way too focused staring at his biceps to comprehend what he’d just said.
as he tightened the clamp, he uttered a silent “fuck,” his knuckles splashed with coolant and the warm breeze upon his bare chest made him slightly shiver. ‘this,’ you thought, ‘is the hottest thing i’ve ever seen.’
“what can i help with?” you asked him, purely out of courtesy. kento breathed heavily as he leaned into the car, his arms tightening along. at the beginning you’d wondered if it was that necessary for him to take his shirt off, now thinking again, it certainly was needed. it was a necessity. your eyes lingered on his arms.
“nothing really— it’s almost over anyway.” he muttered under his breath, his muscles still flexing along his every move. “that must’ve scared you.” he added.
“yeah, honestly, once i saw that steam i almost thought the car was gonna blow up.”
he laughed with a strained voice, and you thought how the dry summer air must’ve been making it unbearable, let alone the heated breeze fluttering through the garage here and there.
“thank you, really, you didn’t have to do this.” you kind of felt guilty about how he was wasting his whole weekend morning on fixing your car, but then again, it was him who’d rushed out of his house once he’d heard you scream. with his mug full of coffee on his hand. and his surprisingly cute slippers.
well, you’ve always known that he had a rather unique approach on fashion.
“don’t mention it. i had nothing better to do anyway.” he smiled up at you, his cheeks reddened with a slight flush. his hair was messy in a way that made your heart throb.
“hmm.” you tilted your head to watch him as the leak stopped dripping and he slowly rose up, the warm breeze rippled through the branches across the garage and summer sun stretched across his flushed skin with a soft glow.
he was finished. probably.
“really, thank you so much nanami-“ you tried but he cut you off.
“kento. please.” the words tumbled out as he ruffled his hair with a nervous urgency. although you’d been familiar with each other through years of silent good mornings and shy attempts at conversation, you’d never crossed that invisible distance before. you smiled warmly upon his words.
‘fuck, just go for it,’ you cheered for yourself. there was no way you were letting that shirtless man leave.
“thank you so much kento. genuinely-“ you bit your lip, “actually, i was just about to get my morning coffee. there’s a really nice place i know nearby. how about,” you fidgeted with your hands. “a thank you coffee? my treat.”
you breathed out the last words with such haste that even you couldn’t comprehend what you’d said for a few seconds.
“well, that’s a bit generous for just fixing your car, isn’t it?” he laughed gently.
“a coffee?”
“you.” oh.
with heat creeping into your skin, you giggled, avoiding his gaze. “no, i think i’d say it’s exactly what you’ve earned.”
he, again, breathed out a laugh as he shook his head. wearing his shirt back, with a muffled voice he said, “i don’t think i could ever say no to that.”
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daydreams of you — ryomen sukuna and his first ever crush!
‘even you could fall in love’, was what his friends have told him before. a sentence he merely laughed off with a grunt. he didn’t do love, love was never to be his thing. and truly, despite what they’ve said, even his friends didn’t believe a guy like him, with a cold heart like that, could ever became such a softie to fall in love.
and now he was definitely living through his karma.
it was meant to be a normal year in university, with him and his grumpy self. until he saw you. a cutie, with pretty outfits and lovely nails and a soft, warm smile.
a smile so sweet that it could even crawl its way into his heart.
and it did.
he merely observed at first, thinking it was expected to be interested in a pretty girl, nothing out of ordinary, truly. just a realization about his caffeine intake and how he needed to stop drinking any energy drinks considering his pulse rate. definitely from caffeine, of course. what else would it be?
every morning, at the cafe in campus, his gaze never left you. your favorite order was already memorized by him. he could guess your favorite color so easily. his eager eyes traced your figure to drink in any information he could snatch at, your schedule, your favorite purse, the deserts you liked, the way you did your eyeliner. any piece of you, he yearned and sought for. he thought it was interest. a desire. anything but affection.
but then, your first interaction with him came into picture. your hair brushed into his chest, you murmured a shy ‘sorry’ upon bumping into him. he tried to scoff, as he always did. but your sweet perfume clouded his mind, your voice ringed in his ears and everything around him thickened with something he couldn’t name, something bewitching. so, instead of his classical grumpy words, he presented you a silent ‘it’s okay.’ so bland yet so gentle, that you had to blink up to him out of surprise. the summer breeze brushed a shiny strand from your hair, and his hands twitched to stop himself from touching it.
everything started to go downhill after that exact moment.
your lovely smile was etched upon his memories, and he played it every night. he could still smell you, the sweet tone in your perfume and how your voice echoed against his chest, your shy sorry with your cute face. how your skirt twirled when you walked softly, while he still stood dumb behind you.
he was doomed.
he tried to direct his confusion towards everyone around him as usual. it seemed to be working at the very beginning, until he saw you again. the same captivating smile. the same lovely outfits. and hell, he was back at square one. instantly.
and of course, as every asshole would, he confused it with physical attraction. entertained many ideas. he was caught up in a dumb idea, and he genuinely thought the weird things he’d been feeling lately would go away if his interactions with you grew. while he was just a fool in love.
so he tried talking to you. casual and nonchalant and secure. the familiar smirk splayed out across his dumb face, with pink ears and a reddish blush upon his cheeks. he came up to you, with a awfully awkward walk, and said “hey.”
“i’m sukaro ryamun.” fucking dumbass. he wanted to destroy his whole existence and just disappear.
the angel you are, you just giggled upon his stupid words, thinking he was simply joking. you thought he was cute and funny. and, for the fist time in his life, he was thrilled with the title.
he began to accept the defeat. he was weak to you and your cute face. he was a defeated man. destroyed, even.
when you first gifted him with a sweet and shy “good morning.” he thought he was about to crumble and bawl his eyes out. he stuttered something, almost sounding like a pained gorilla, and when you left with the same angelic giggle, he just crouched down with a loud ‘fuck’. took his head between his palms, and stared at the ground as if it’d offended him personally. he, truly, was looking rather pathetic with his huge body fallen apart like that.
his friends started to notice the changes he went through as well. first, they caught up on the way his eyes sought you at every chance. but, well, it was normal. you were a cute girl and it was quite normal that you got his attention on you.
but then the small talks came in the picture. where he stuttered like an idiot, where he acted as if he was love struck— which he was. where he lowered his strong voice down so you wouldn’t be intimidated by him. he lessened his overwhelming existence so it wouldn’t bore you. they thought he was corrupted by something evil. though he was the same old sukuna to them, grand and huge and grumpy and intense.
hell, even he couldn’t comprehend what was happening to him.
you started to talk to him more, sometimes talking about weather, sometimes classes and everything casual but warm. he briefly entertained your wishes. every content you seemed to be interested in was pursued by him eagerly. he nodded and grunted silently but listened to your words as if they were something sacred.
his gaze traced your dewy lips, the way your gloss sat on the soft skin. after you told him about some series you were interested in lately, he finished the entire series in just three days so that he could talk to you more. not that he could ever start a conversation with you, but you were such a blessing made solely for him that you always kept the talk going somehow. and he stood there, towering you with his giant figure with the faint blush glinting on his face, listening to you religiously.
you didn’t realize the reason he always ran into you at the campus cafe, every morning. you simply assumed his classes started at the same time as yours, while he was skipping all of them just to meet you for only fifteen minutes. he was merely a man in love, he loved the way morning sun reflected on your pretty eyes, especially when those eyes he loved so much stared at him with a huge, shimmering smile. it stirred something in him every time you looked up into his eyes, brushing your shy nature aside to meet his gaze.
he didn’t take you for a stupid because you were cute and feminine. he knew how smart you were, and he also adored that. like he adored everything you had within your existence. he, for the first time in his whole life, learnt how to respect someone while loving them so endearingly.
yes, he also came to accept that he respected you. which, was a huge step for an asshole like him who usually didn’t respect anyone but his ‘glorious’ self.
one morning, his huge hands clumsily untangled the strands of your hair when your lovely hairpin got stuck. he couldn’t sleep for days with his mind dwelling on the moment. the way your body was so close to his inflamed something in him.
you thought he was a friend. he thought you were the best thing to ever happen to him.
and when he saw you with a random boy from your class, clearly interested in you, his mind started ringing the alarms. his hands twitched and he felt as if he could vomit at any moment. his mind was heavily occupied with many violent thoughts about him, a boy he didn’t even know.
that night, he cursed himself and picked up his phone to text the group chat, giving them something to talk about for years. the official start of grumpy sukuna’s first ever crush.
ryomen sukuna daydreams of you — ryomen sukuna and his first ever crush! daydreams of the romance — ryomen sukuna and his clumsy attempts to ask the cute girl on a date! boyfriend!sukuna is sooo clingy in the mornings baking cinnamon rolls with bf!sukuna melting into the kiss trend with bf!kuna lipstick kiss marks with bf!sukuna
suguru geto uni crush!suguru and his oblivious heart
satoru gojo had to fall in love ㅤꨄ︎ satoru gojo
nanami kento the gentleman husband!nanami kento is ex!nanami respectfully (and desperately) trying to win you back! nanami kento was way too late husband!nanami kento is the sweetest husband ever apologizing 101 with husband!kento nanami | lesson:getting on the knees slow mornings with husband!nanami asking husband!nanami kento something you’ve been wondering neighbor!nanami fixing your car and earning himself a cute date!
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