sukuna can barely stand yuji already. at thirteen, your son is already pushing through puberty & along the way they started fighting for your attention. your husband loves your son, of course he does, but it's beginning o really grate on his nerves.
for example, (and it's always when you're asleep) yuji will purposefully poke all his eyeballs or body parts, questioning, "does it hurt?" to which sukuna always slaps his grubby little hands away, scowling. "stop it, brat."
or when yuji always persuades you against him in an argument & suddenley sukuna finds himself in some theme park or that you're making slime with him instead of the date he promised you. or if sukuna even so much but even looks at the hair atop another woman's head, yuji sprints to you, "mom! dad's ogling another woman!" or you'll be cooking & suddenley both are too eager to help out (& since sukuna always ends up burning everything you always let yuji takeover).
whatever, sukuna can't help but wish for the passing of the teenage years soon enough.
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"seriously, sometimes i wonder how she puts up with you."
an uninterested sigh leaves shoko's lips as she applies a generous layer of sunscreen on her pale arms.
sukuna simply grunts, sat on the beach chair under a large umbrella shading his deeply tanned skin.
he hated the beach. he would've rather ate a dirty sock than be on this trip, but you gave him an angry ultimatum that either he came willingly or you would spend the entire week pretending you were single, which was high enough of a threat to have him throwing clothes into a duffel bag two minutes later.
so here he was, grumpily parked where he could watch you through his shades. you giggle and scream as you ran into the crashing waves with his idiot friend (if you could call him that), satoru. suguru is a couple steps behind, already shaking his head when the white-haired man nearly trips over his own feet in the wet sand. tch, the entire bunch of them were so easily entertained. still, his lips momentarily upturn at the sight of you having fun.
"gross." shoko stands up, brushing the sand off her butt.
his head raises up to look at her. "what?"
"you tried to smile, it was terrifying."
"i wasn't smiling."
"quit lying, loser."
"i'll throw apples at you. don't those keep you away?"
"that's probably why she makes you come on trips, actually. you have such a pleasant and welcoming disposition."
his attention snaps back toward you as another burst of laughter echoes over the beach, and sukuna watches you turn around to wave at him with both arms thrown dramatically above your head.
"ryo!" you yell, although the wind muffles your voice. "come hereeee!" sukuna hesitates, but begins to sit up himself. if he didn't listen now, he was going to get it later.
shoko lets out a cackle. "y'know, it's a miracle that you found the exact combination of pretty and insane required to domesticate you."
before he could find a meaningful insult to throw back, footsteps pound across the sand toward them and you appear in front of him dripping seawater from your two braids, wearing the brightest expression he has seen on you all day. goodness, even on sand you move fast.
"come in the water with us, pleaseeee!"
sukuna looks from you, to the ocean, then back to you again, contemplating just how much misery he is willing to endure for your sake.
"five minutes."
your face lights up, squealing. "ten!"
"five."
"okay, seven."
"keep it up and you're about to get zero."
"fine, fine! five," you concede immediately, already dragging him away before he can change his mind. "but you're actually getting in, not in ankle-deep water like a wussy."
sukuna follows you with a huffy grunt, stepping onto the wet sand with the resignation of a man being marched towards his execution. the second the water washes over his feet, his entire face twists. it was disgustingly cold, even for such a hot day. the feeling of little oceanic debris brushing past his skin makes him gag. he mutters curses beneath his breath that you pretend not to hear, but he continues after you until the water reaches his thighs. he plants his feet firmly against the shifting sand beneath him and refuses to move another inch, crossing his arms over his chest while you splash farther ahead toward the others. satoru notices him immediately.
"awww, look at him!" he calls, squishing his hands on his cheeks in a mocking pout. "our little beach boy finally joined us!" sukuna's stare could have curdled milk.
you laugh, stepping backward through the waves until your back bumps lightly against sukuna's chest. automatically he brings his hands on your waist to steady you, feeling slightly less miserable with you by him. you were wearing the cutest two-piece in his favorite color. he made sure to let you know just how much he liked it in the changing room when you bought it.
suddenly, satoru splashes up water that hits you both directly in the face. you gasp in mock horror, but take it in stride with another fit of giggles. sukuna, however, is nothing short of an oversized toddler.
"i'm going to kill you, four eyes."
"see, that! is exactly the attitude we're trying to fix on this vacation. you're supposed to be reconnecting with the natural world!"
"i'll help you reconnect your face with the ocean floor."
suguru groans, dragging one wet hand down his face. "satoru, why do you deliberately create problems that eventually become everyone else's problem?"
"ohh, c'mon! he's a total wet blanket, i'm loosening him up!"
"nono he was having fun," you insist, turning around in sukuna's hold with an incredulous expression. "weren't you?"
sukuna stares at you, and you stare back expectantly.
"no."
your mouth drops open, sulky. "you couldn't even lie for me?"
"you asked and i answered."
"you have absolutely no sense of romance, ryo."
"i'm standing in the fucking ocean for you."
you knew he was quite averse to foreign objects touching him, so this was definitely a leap in effort. sukuna raises an eyebrow as if daring you to argue further. your expression softens for all of one millisecond before satoru ruins it.
"that's actually the sweetest thing i've ever heard him say!"
"nobody was talking to you," sukuna barks.
"d'awww, don't be shy! tell her how much you love her again,"
another spray of water catches the side of your body when suguru retaliates against satoru on sukuna's behalf, starting an entirely new argument between the two of them. shoko was busy taking pictures of starfish underwater with her waterproof phone pouch and snorkel. you lean against your boyfriend with your shoulders shaking from laughter. sukuna glances down at you. little droplets of water cling to your cheeks while the sun glitters over your skin. okay, maybe this wasn't completely unbearable.
then something long and slimy brushes by his ankle. his entire body jerks, eliciting a high pitched squawk you've never heard come from your boyfriend before.
"gâmotherfucker! what the fuck was that?!"
your head whips downward, frantically searching through the murky water around his legs for whatever horrifying aquatic creature had assaulted him. the second you realize there is absolutely nothing there besides a long strand of seaweed drifting innocently with the current, your concern dissipates.
"babe oh my god, no way!"
sukuna is already backing up. "what, what?! i swear, better not a fucking eelâ"
your shock drains into a sly smile. "it was seaweed."
your smile begins to tremble as you fight to hold back the laugh threatening to escape. he points at you, stern. "don't."
"did that squeak come from you?"
"i didn't fucking squeak!"
you burst out in cackles, doubling forward. satoru is beside himself the moment he understands what happened. both his hands were braced against suguru's shoulders to keep himself standing while laughter renders his speech.
"no, noâHAHAHA! 'cus i heard something, but i thought there was a little girl behind me!"
suguru tries valiantly to suppress his own amusement, though the corners of his mouth are already pulling upward. "in his defense, you don't really know what's swimming with you in the ocean."
even shoko looks up from where she had been crouched farther down the shoreline, pushing her snorkel onto the top of her head with a confused expression. "what happened?"
"seaweed got ryo!" you call.
"he wentâ" satoru attempts an exaggerated imitation of the sound.
sukuna lunges at him and satoru bolts through the water before he can get anywhere near him, nearly crashing straight into suguru during his escape, and whatever small amount of patience sukuna had been preserving for your sake officially evaporates.
"fuck this."
your laughter fades when he begins walking toward shore. "wait baby, where are you going?"
"back to my shade and my book."
"ryo!" he doesn't stop. you hurry after him until you catch his arm. "you're seriously leaving because some seaweed touched you?"
"five minutes are over."
you blink. "there's no way."
sukuna lifts his wrist and glances at the apple watch he had stubbornly refused to take off despite your warnings about getting ruined. "five minutes and forty-one seconds."
your jaw falls open. "you timed it?!"
"i wear my watch for a reason."
"that's not the point!"
sukuna finally stops trudging toward shore long enough to turn around, brows already drawn together from a combination of irritation, humiliation, and the lingering phantom sensation of something slimy wrapping itself around his ankle. "what? you asked for five minutes, i gave you five minutes, and now i'm going back."
"you are six feet of pure drama."
sukuna gives you a flat look before glancing pointedly toward your hand wrapped around his wrist. "are you letting me go willingly, or am i dragging you back with me?"
your eyes narrow, and he matches you with equal fervor. eventually, you release him with a new foul attitude.
"fine."
he knows your different versions of fine by now, mostly because dating you has required learning an entire language composed of facial expressions and tone changes. there's the honest fine, distracted fine, even playful fine, and then there is this one. this fine means he will be hearing about it later.
"babe, don't do that."
you roll your eyes dramatically and satoru starts snickering nearby. "i'm not doing anything. go read your stupid book."
sukuna becomes equally stubborn as you. "i was planning on it."
"good."
"good."
"great!"
suguru looks slowly between the two of you before glancing toward satoru with a whisper. "they're going to argue about this again tonight.." a low whistle. "oneeeee hundo."
"both of you need to shut up," you snap.
sukuna scoffs before finally turning toward shore and leaving.
he hates sand. he cannot understand why anyone could like sand. a small child darts across his path carrying a plastic bucket overflowing with the stuff. god, they're brainwashed from youth. the dry bits with his wet feet had him gathering clumps of sand as he moved, little bits of shell crunch beneath his weight. something stringy catches around his ankle, and he kicks it away with an expression of disgust that makes a woman passing him in the opposite direction give him a confused look. by the time sukuna reaches their covered spot, his feet look like breaded chicken. this couldn't be more fucking miserable.
he glances over his shoulder once, and there you were; already playing with the others again. althoughâhe can tell from the exaggerated way you refuse to look in his direction that you're still mad at him.
the towel waiting across the back of his chair is immediately put to work, sukuna rubbing every trace of moisture from his legs before brushing the sand from his feet with increasingly violent movements. by a strike of bad luck more replaces whatever he removes, and after the fourth attempt, he simply stares down at the ground in disdain.
"stupid fucking beach."
nearby, a seagull squawks, looking at the man.
"you too."
the bird continues staring at him.
sukuna narrows his eyes.
"don't test me."
perhaps sensing that the human before it is considerably more unstable than the average tourist, the seagull eventually waddles away.
finally, sukuna collapses back into his chair beneath the umbrella and reaches for the paperback he had left resting beside his bag. at peace once more! shade above him, a cold drink beside him, a good book in his hands and enough distance between himself and satoru that the man's voice is unheard over the crashing waves. this was how the beach should be experienced. even though he would've been happier inside the hotel.
he flips open to the dog-eared page he abandoned earlier and settles deeper into the chair. every so often his attention drifts away from the words on the page to briefly look up at you, before catching himself and returning immediately to the paragraph in front of him.
another few pages.
you're sitting in the shallower water now while shoko stands nearby talking to suguru. satoru is attempting some idiotic handstand that ends with him collapsing sideways into an incoming wave. sukuna sighs and looks back down.
eventually, the noise of the outside world fades enough that he becomes properly absorbed. the sun has moved farther west but his large umbrella continued to offer enough shade that he hardly noticed and the passing breeze finally makes the temperature remotely tolerable.
sukuna first realizes something has changed because satoru has stopped screaming. he finishes the paragraph in front of him before looking toward the ocean to see satoru and suguru are nowhere to be found. shoko is still there at least, and so are you. okay, whatever.
that would have been perfectly fine if two unfamiliar men weren't currently walking straight toward you. they looked to be around your age, maybe slightly older or younger. one has positioned himself beside shoko while the other is facing you, smiling as he says something sukuna couldn't hear from this distance. you were shaking your head before briefly pointing toward the umbrellas. sukuna could infer that you mentioned him.
he watches your mouth flatten when the man glances down your body before saying something else. whatever it is makes you visibly recoil, your eyebrows pinching as you answer him with less politeness than before. the friend says something to shoko as well, and her expression turns positively frigid. it's clear you were done with the conversation, so you step away. shoko moves in tandem, her attention shifting toward you as you turn to leave. the stranger doesn't seem to catch a hint and grabs you by the waist, his hand landing directly above the edge of your bikini bottom.
alright, party's over. sukuna's already there to hear you by the time you've shoved the guy's hand away. "what the fuck is wrong with you? i told you i have a boyfriend."
"well i don't see him anywhere," the man scoffs. "walking around dressed like a slut then suddenly 'oooh, i have a boyfriend!' when somebody makes a move."
"oh, fuck you!" you snap, but another voice reaches him first.
"see him now?"
the stranger barely finishes turning before sukuna shoves him hard enough to send him stumbling backward. "what the fuck?" the guy exclaims in confusion, recovering his balance with his friend quickly moving beside him.
sukuna looks at him like the answer should be painfully obvious. "her fucking boyfriend, cumwipe."
the second man pipes up, albeit a little scared. "they were flirting with us five seconds ago, man! maybe keep your bitch on a tighter leash if you're jealous easy."
sukuna swings before you can blink, the first punch catching the friend by surprise and knocks him backward. the man who touched you immediately rushes sukuna in response. sukuna meets him without hesitation, getting another swing in, and so a messy fight starts between all three of them. it was more of your boyfriend beating them up, though.
"ryomen!" you shout, but shoko grabs your arm before you stepped too close.
"call her a bitch again," sukuna snaps, anger streaked across his face. "i dare you! one of you say another fucking thing about either of them."
neither man seems eager to accept the invitation anymore, but sukuna didn't seem to be satisfied until both were pooling blood and unconscious.
"ryomen, that's enough!" you rush forward once there is finally enough space between them, grabbing his arm with both hands before he can close the distance again. sukuna jerks his gaze toward you, chest rising heavily, but the anger in his face barely softens. "they're done, okay? look at them! they got the message." the both were already sporting purpling bruises and bloodied faces, the creep who touched you looked like he had a broken nose at minimum.
"should've thought about that before putting his fucking hands on you," he spits, looking straight past your shoulder. one of the men mutters something under his breath while helping his friend upright, and sukuna immediately tries stepping around you. "what'd you say, player?" you shove both palms against his chest. "no, you psycho, stop looking for another reason!"
shoko walks up, seemingly very annoyed. "for what it's worth, i wouldn't mind if you got some more licks in."
"never thought i'd say this, but we should listen to shoko." sukuna mutters, attempting to lean around you until your palms press harder into his chest.
"absolutely not! you've made your point and i'm not spending the rest of our vacation trying to figure out bail in a different country." you can barely keep the sternness in your voice when he looks down at you, still breathing hard and visibly irritated, because there is something insanely sexy about just how rabid he gets over you. objectively, punching two strangers was a terrible solution. unfortunately, watching your boyfriend immediately lose his mind because somebody disrespected you was also doing something deeply unhelpful to your ability to scold him.
sukuna scoffs, one arm curling around your waist as soon as you stop pushing him. "worth it."
"easy for you to say! what if those two go to a cop and file a report? god, i can't take you anywhere," despite your words, your hands slide up around his shoulders, checking him over before you can help yourself. "are you okay, at least?"
his brows pinch like the question was offensive. "they barely touched me."
"mhm, big scary man." your mouth betrays you with the beginning of a smile, and sukuna catches it immediately. the annoyance in his face shifts to smug suspicion as you try looking anywhere except directly at him.
"did you like me beating them up for you?"
"no, that's sadistic!"
"bullshit."
shoko folds her arms beside you, entirely too entertained. "she so liked it."
your head snaps toward her. "shoko!"
sukuna's expression changes into a full smirk. "oh?"
"don't start, i'm still mad at you." warmth crawls up your face as you turn back toward him, ruining your lousy attempt at authority. "i said you need to stop before you get arrested. i didn't say i was specifically upset about doing it."
shoko snorts. "she's right. poor judgment, but excellent boyfriend performance."
"thank you," sukuna says with a little surprise, as if she has just given him an award. high praise from the woman who usually couldn't care whether he lived or died.
"i cannot believe both of you." you shake your head, but your arm slips back around sukuna's exposed waist, keeping him close. you stand on your tiptoes and give him a chaste kiss on the cheek. "you're lucky i think your whole jealousy schtick is cute."
"cute?"
"fine. hot. happy?"
his smug grin returns so quickly you regret speaking. "very."
"don't let it get to your head."
"too late."
shoko makes a disgusted sound beside you. "you two are nauseating. also, for the record, i would've paid money to see him hit the blond one again. he told me he knew how to turn lesbians straight, eughhh." sukuna looks disgusted. "what a loser."
"why is there blood on the sand?"
you turn to find satoru and suguru walking back toward the group with a handful of colorful ice pops between them. suguru's eyes move from you, to sukuna, then toward the two battered strangers disappearing farther down the shoreline, and his expression immediately becomes one of exhausted understanding.
satoru, however, looks devastated. "no fucking way. did you guys get into a fight while we were gone?"
"not we," shoko corrects, reaching over to steal one a blue raspberry ice pop from suguru's arms. "sukuna beat up two creeps who wouldn't leave us alone."
satoru's jaw drops. "and nobody called me?!"
you stare at him incredulously. "why would we call you to come to a fight?"
"because we're friends! ride or die, haven't you heard?!" he answers like this is somehow obvious, immediately looking toward sukuna with genuine betrayal. "you couldn't stall for like, five more minutes?!"
sukuna scoffs. "i didn't need any help."
"that's not my point!" he's now fully pouting. "i wanted to hit them tooâŚ"
sukuna reaches over and steals an ice pop directly from satoru's hand. "should've walked faster."
"oh, fuck you! next creep is mine, okay?! i call dibs!"
"there will not be a next creep," you insist, pointing firmly between both of them. "actually, i am done with all of you for today. i want something relaxing tomorrow. no ocean, no random men, no fights, and preferably somewhere nobody can get arrested."
shoko perks up immediately. "we should have a spa day. the hotel has a really nice one i read about,"
satoru gasps. "oh my god, yes girls. massages, mud baths, those little cucumber water things!"
"you're not coming with us, toru. you can go to the men's sauna."
"wait, nooo! i wanted a facialâŚ"
suguru sighs. "of course you do."
you shake your head before leaning back against sukuna, finally feeling some of the tension leave your neck. you feel his rough hands come up around your midriff, fingers splayed across your stomach. "i'm serious, though. tomorrow is a nice, peaceful spa day."
sukuna bends slightly toward your ear, lowering his voice enough that only you hear him. "you better not enjoy that massage too much⌠the real relaxation starts when iâm buried between your legs later.â
his palm slides down to openly cup your ass under the cover of his body and giving it a firm, possessive squeeze. the heat that shoots straight between your legs makes it very hard to keep pretending youâre still mad at him.
inspired by my beach vacation a couple weeks ago :3
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ŕË. Fratkuna has a secret áľáľ
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The party was loud, students filled the fraternity, pushing up against each other as they danced to the music.
Sukuna lounged in a lawn chair outside, a beer bottle sat forgotten on the table. Gojo sat on the other side of the table, nursing some kind of fruity non-alcoholic beverage. Honestly, Sukuna would rather be anywhere but here â no, not anywhere. He would rather be with you, in your dorm, watching some crappy movie you picked out in your bed together.
âSoâŚâ Gojo began, flashing a grin at Sukuna, âYou still with that girl?â A rough grunt rumbles in his chest, he hesitates for a moment before answering, âObviously.â
Gojo laughs obnoxiously, âSeriously? Youâre committed to this, man.â Sukuna reaches over, chugging the last of the now warm beer before answering. âYeah, thatâs the point. Isnât it?â
Thereâs a foul taste in his mouth, though. Not from the alcohol, or the weed, or the crappy food Toji brought but the lies that seemed to roll off his tongue effortlessly.
âYouâre taking this little bet quite seriously,â Gojo leaned back, casting a cocky grin over to Sukuna. His grip tightened around the bottle, âDonât call her that.â The other manâs eyes widened slightly, bright blues shining from behind the tinted frame of his sunglasses. âRelax, itâs not like sheâs anything serious.â Sukunaâs free hand balls into a fist, his nails dig into his palm as he grumbles, âShut up.â
Gojo cocks a brow, smile faltering slightly at the other manâs words. âDonât tell me pussyâs got you fucked up,â he jeers. It takes all of Sukunaâs strength not to crack his fist into Gojoâs face in that moment. Instead, he exhales through his nose and tries to ignore the taunts.
Truth be told, Sukuna had agreed to a bet. A bet to see how long he could last with you before breaking things off. You werenât the most popular student at the college, in fact, Sukuna doesnât remember a time when you actually hung out with anyone besides himself or that other nerdy friend of yours.
The frat brothers had decided you would be the next best target for their little games, offering Sukuna a shit ton of money for every month he stayed with you.
At first, he thought it would be easy. Sure you were pretty, funny, and kind but there wasnât much else to you. Until he really started to get to know you. Sukuna found out just how brilliant you were, how smart and witty you are with your comebacks, and how you collect random trinkets that actually have a strangely poetic backstory.
Each day he spent with you revealed more and more about your personality and Sukuna realised that he had begun to fall for you. Not in the puppy crush way, but in a way that had his heart tightening every time he looked into your eyes. He remembers vividly how enthusiastic you were about some old ceramic ornaments you had found at the thrift store. His heart flipped in his chest at the way you rambled on and on about the vintage look and how perfect they would look in your dorm.
Dating you was the exact opposite of what he had thought it would be. Sukuna found himself enjoying the calmer parts of life, something he believed he hadnât done since he was a child.
He recalls the time when the two of you had entered a strangely competitive game of Monopoly, how avid you had been about buying the entire row of squares.
âRyo you suck at this,â you had teased, chucking the dice at him. Sukuna rolled his eyes, throwing the dice onto the board with more force than necessary. âYeah? Didnât know you had to have any skill to play this stupid game,â he retorted. Gasping in mock offence you bring your hand to your chest, âUh of course you do. It takes strategy to win.â You giggled at his frustrated expression when his piece landed in jail for the third time this round. Despite his angry demeanour, Sukuna would take this over parties any day.
You seemed to understand him in ways no one else did.
He remembers when he got that fine, it had fucked up his day, after all reviving an extortionate fine was no dream of any college student. Though his demeanour remained cold you continued to try and make his day jusy a little bit brighter.
âHey?â You had stopped by his last lecture, swaying back and forth on your toes as you spoke. âHey.â He replied curtly, it wasnât intentional but he was frankly fed up with everyone that day. âSoâŚâ you continued, âI picked up some of that meat you liked from the butchers, I was thinking we could cook something and have a later dinner if you wanted?â
Something twisted in Sukunaâs chest, something soft and fuzzy. He knew how much you hated that place, you claimed that the vibe was too âeerie.â
Had you really gone out of your way for him?
He asks one of the pledges to fetch him another drink and downs it in seconds. Gojo snickers behind his hand, âStressed are we?â Sukuna scowls, standing up from the chair so quickly that it tipped over. âWhere you off to? Taking your stress out on her or what?â He asks crudely before bursting into a fit of giggles. Sukuna huffs out an incoherent response, swaying lightly as he makes his way back into the frat house.
Picking up an extra beer or two he calls you.
You pick up on the third ring, âRyo! Are you alright? Having fun?â He mumbles something about being too overwhelmed and needing to lie down.
âCan I come over? I can walk.â
By the time he reaches your dorm, itâs well into the night â itâd make more sense to say early morning, really. Immediately Sukuna flops into your bed despite your protests for him to change. âYou reek of weed and cheap beer!â
âIt wasnât cheap,â he grumbles.
The alcohol begins to hit him, his brain goes fuzzy as he slips into a drunken headspace. He tugs you into bed with him, pulling you down onto his chest and wrapping his thick arms around you. Sukuna leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, then another, and another until youâre giggling in his arms.
âSo prettyâŚâ he mumbles hoarsely. You laugh softly, brushing his pink hair away from his forehead, âYouâre so drunk.â Shaking his head he disagrees, âNah, just like the view, sâall,â he slurs with an almost dopey smile.
Leaning in, you tenderly kiss him, moving your lips slowly against his own. The taste of alcohol lingers on his lips, mixed with the salt from his skin.
He smiles against your lips, âIâd stay with you forever, yâknow that?â
You feel your heart skip a beat at his confession. âYeah? You like me that much?â
âMhm,â he agrees, head falling back against your pillows as he fights sleep. âEven if they stop paying me.â
The air suddenly felt thinner, as if the oxygen around you was immediately sucked out of the room when the words left his mouth. A second of silence passed while you stared at him. â⌠What?â
He hums absentmindedly, pressing lazy kisses along your jaw whilst his hands trail up your back. âYouâre more interesting than they said you wereâŚâ his words begin to slur together. âYouâre sâcute it makes me dizzy sometimes,â he admits quietly, running his calloused hand down your spine.
You barely register his words, your head spins, still stuck on his confession.
Paying him? What did that even mean?
âGojo asked if I was still with you today,â he reminisces. âHe doesnât know that I want to spend the rest of my life with you, paid or not.â
You cup his cheek, forcing his cloudy eyes to meet yours, âRyomen, what are you talking about?â His brows pinch together momentarily before his entire face relaxes and his eyes begin to flutter shut. âYouâre weird as shit⌠but I like that about you,â he yawns sleepily. âMaybe thatâs why they chose you.â Your heart is beating a mile a minute, threatening to burst out of your chest at any moment. What on earth was he saying?
You canât even force the words out of your mouth, your throat is dry and you canât seem to breathe in.
âMâtired,â he murmurs and within seconds his breathing evens out. The room falls deathly silent, the only sounds being Sukunaâs soft breathing and your own frantic breathes.
seven minutes in heaven w frat!kuna gets a bit heated ... (shy!reader)
you shouldn't be here. noâyou shouldn't have even considered being here. the idea crossing your mind in general was laughable, but, here you were. sitting criss cross apple sauce in a circle with some of the most popular people at your university. sukuna had invited you, claiming it was your turn to have a "taste of his world." you reluctantly agreed, uneasy at what it might entail, and you were right to. you were always right.
"it's her turn," the white haired one, gojo, nodded to you. you swallowed hard and reaching a shaky hand in the middle of the circle. before you could reach the bottle, someone objected.
"this is getting boring," shoko, the dark haired one who was close with gojo, complained. "it doesn't help this is a game designed for edgy middle schoolers. make it interesting."
"seven minutes in heaven?" another brunette suggested. the people in the circle murmured as they considered the idea.
"you said that a little too quickly choso," gojo said suspiciously. "anyone you got in mind?" he clapped his back and choso turned a deep red.
"dude..." choso said, clearly embarrassed.
"still designed for edgy middle schoolers..." shoko grumbled.
"i'm down for seven minutes in heaven." your head shot up at sukuna's voice. he entered the kitchen with a few more bottles in his hands. he handed them to a few of his friends before settling down beside you.
"you okay?" he whispered to you.
you nodded before turning your focus back to the circle. you didn't want him to coddle you. sure, this wasn't the way you'd typically spend a friday night, but you were fine. sort of. as long as he didn't leave your side. it dawned on you that he might have to during this game to go makeout with someone. you didn't like the uneasiness that settled into your stomach at that thought. he's probably done that and more a hundred of times...but still. you couldn't shake the icky feeling.
"okay, stop stalling. let's start then,â geto, another frat bro, urged. seems like the discourse was finally over. "whose turn was it again?"
everyone's eyes landed on you. your stomach churned and you nodded awkwardly. god, you really needed to stop nodding. you probably looked stupid. but you felt stupid. whoever it landed on, you'd tell them you weren't interested and just sit in silence for all of the four hundred and twenty seconds. that was your master, foolproof plan.
you spun the bottle and watched as it did almost a full 360, just falling a bit short of where you were sitting, but just enough to stir things up. the entire circle cheered when it landed on sukuna. they cheered on as he stared at the bottle in disbelief, looked at you to make sure you were okay with it, and even when you dragged your feet to the closet with him trailing behind you.
the darkness that engulfed the closet was daunting. you stepped on his foot at least twice and accidentally elbowing him. you apologized profusely and he reassured you it was fine, then silence fell over the two of you.
was your plan really that foolproof? it was created with being picked to kiss a stranger in mind. sukuna was no stranger. if you had to be completely honest, you wouldn't mind kissing him. to fulfill the challenge of course. nothing more.
"what are the odds?" he said finally.
you laughed at his stupid pun. "close to none since you were sitting right beside me."
he scoffed, "you always seem to make the impossible possible. why are you surprised now?"
you frowned. "huh?"
"i have the best grade i've ever had in all my years in college right now, thanks to you. i actually give a shit about school in general, thanks to you. if you told me i'd be where i am now a year ago, i'd laugh in your face." he sighed. "i just wish you could see the impact you make."
you were stunned. you didn't expect the two of you to sit in silence for almost ten minutes, but you didn't expect it to get deep.
"no, you're okay. i'm just processing." another minute passes before you break the silence.
"you're the only would i'd feel comfortable doing this with," you blurted out. you winced immediately as your confession hung heavy in the air. it was silent before you heard a low chuckle.
"sitting in the dark in silence...or making out?"
it was your turn to keep quiet. you hesitated, before replying with a simple, "both." it wasn't long before sukuna fumbled around the dark and finally found you. his lips crashed against yours and the two of you walked backwards until your back hit the wall. the two of you both groaned into the kiss. your fingers found their way in his hair as you kissed him back. this kiss was hungry: weeks of built up tension finally adding up this moment. you tugged his hair lightly and he grunted. he pulled away to trail kisses down your neck and you gasped. his lips were hot on your skin and you whined softly.
âkuna.â you gasped once more as he started sucking on the sensitive skin on your neck. your skin was on fire. he pulled away and leaned in to whisper in your ear.
âtell me to stop.â
your eyes widened as his hands traveled down your body. you didnât want him to stop. you were probably violating multiple rules in your handbook, but right now, you didnât care. you held your breath as his hand dipped under your skirt and in your panties.
âjesus christ,â he muttered, âyouâre soaked.â you bit you lip and spread your legs a little wider. he chuckled and leaned in even closer.
âiâm guess you donât want me to stop?â
you shook your head even though it was dark. âno,â you swallowed hard, âplease donât.â
with that, sukuna pulled your panties to the side and slipped two fingers inside of your weeping cunt. you trembled as he started pumping them slowly inside of you.
âshit,â he groaned. your slick was bound to be coating his hand by now, but the two of you were too turned on to care. he buried his head in your neck and sighed. you moaned as he curled his fingers, velvet walls clenching around him.
âshhh, theyâre right outside,â he shushed you and clamped his hand over your mouth. he continued fucking you with his fingers, muttering about how wet you were. sukunaâs long fingers reached where your own couldnât, even the spongy spot deep inside of you. you whined as he reached your g spot, moans muffled by his hand. heat pooled in your stomach as you got closer and closer to the edge. your heartbeat faster as he chased your high.
"isn't this a-against like f-five different rules?" you asked nervously. the pleasure building in your abdomen made you feel slightly guilty. no wonder it felt so good, you weren't supposed to be doing anything like this at all. when you first signed up, you'd promised treat mentees with respect...and your current predicament was anything but respectful.
"who cares?" sukuna murmured. "we started breaking rules when we had our first date," he kissed your neck and chuckled. "you're close, aren't you? cum for me. need to feel it." he kissed your cheek and you groaned. you prayed the lewd noises coming from you weren't audible for the audience outside. with one last shaky breath, you came undone. you clenched around his fingers and shuddered as he kept going, pushing you past overstimulation. your body shook, overwhelmed with the pleasure as you gasped.
"k-kuna." your broken cries were barely coherent. your thighs shook and you clutched his arm to steady yourself.
"hmm?" he asked you mockingly. "you always take what i give you so well." he pressed a kiss to your temple.
you opened your mouth to reply but you both froze as someone knocked on the closet door loudly. "yo, the seven minutes have been up."
with an exasperated sigh, sukuna pulled away and helped you put yourself back together. your legs felt like jelly as you did the walk of shame out of the closet. you didn't dare meet sukuna's eyes or any of the other people in attendance. you were sure what you had just done would be evident on your face. it definitely was on sukuna's. other than his messy hair and his slightly swollen lips, he had that mischievous glint in his eye once again. the two of you sat back down and watched as the next duo was picked.
"you okay?"
you titled your head slightly and saw sukuna eyeing you warily. you were more than okay. whatever the hell went down in the closet wasn't something you expected at all. to be honest, you were sad your time was cut short.
"mhm... i kinda wish we had more time," you admitted. your eyes quickly scanned the room to see if anyone had heard your confession. they were too busy teasing choso for being next.
sukuna chuckled and leaned in. "that can certainly be arranged."
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i'm quick with it ayyee, the poll ended how long ago? LOL. also, this was before the breakup btw. see explanation here
âneed you to come in, serverâs crashed.â you groggily rub your eyes, glancing over to the clock on your bedside table. 05:30 blinks back at you in red lettering.
âcanât you call sukuna ?â you question, pushing yourself up. âi donât-â you glance at your daughter beside you, sound asleep. âi donât think i can get childcare.â
âheâs on his way, but heâs not qualified to do it alone. besides, this is in your contract.â nanami sighs down the phone, and you feel like you can hear him pinching the bridge of his nose. âcanât you just bring her in?â
âyeah, sure sukunaâll love that.â you let out a breath, swallowing. your eyes gloss over the baby once more. âi guess iâll have to.â
âsee you soon.â
within a half hour youâre walking through the office doors, your daughter strapped in a carrier to your front, chewing on her hand. sheâs just turned 11 months and youâre only just back from maternity leave, but this shits already happening. itâs a reminder you need a more flexible job - this position is too needy for anyone who has a semblance of a life outside of work.
âwhatâs the issue?â your voice is short as you walk in. nanami is sat beside sukuna, going over something on the screen. heâs dressed as usual, smart shirt and slacks, but sukunaâs a little less put together, with a couple buttons loose, and air dried hair. he double takes, eyes locked to the baby in the carrier, before slowly drifting up to your face.
âweâre offline, yagaâs on the way. we think it could be a breach.â you try and focus as he explains whatâs happening, but your daughter wriggles in the carrier, and begins to whine. you attempt to soothe her with gentle bounces and pats, yet she only grows more restless.
âshe got a pacifier âr something?â sukuna pipes up as she grows increasingly unsettled, and you nod quietly, diving into the diaper bag over your shoulder. âsorry.â you reply with a weak voice. âshe has a new tooth coming in, and-â
âitâs alright.â sukuna answers a little too quickly, turning back to his monitor. you sigh with embarrassment, trying to push down your own stress as you power on another computer, ready to pull up the programme. your daughter continues to cry.
âbottle?â sukuna asks again, and you peer over your shoulder in confusion. âyour kid, she need a bottle or somethinâ?â
you think for a moment, before shaking your head. ânah she ate in the car after i parked up. sheâs just tired.â sukunaâs comments are starting to put you on edge, while her cries grow louder. you unbuckle the carrier, trying to soothe her in another way, when he stands up.
you look up, and he reaches his hands out, gesturing toward your daughter. âi got brothers, itâs fine.â
with reluctance, you hand her over. sukuna puts her up over his shoulder, putting the paci back into her mouth, and patting her back. she calms as he shushes her gently, eyes soon fluttering closed.
you canât hide the sheer amount of shock on your face, jaw slack and lips parted. nanamiâs expression mimics your own.
âwhat?â sukuna looks between you, swaying in his feet while your daughter sleeps soundly on his shoulder. âi told ya, i got brothers.â
âshe doesnât even sleep that easy with me.â you comment, stretching your arms to take her back.
âi got âer, itâs okay.â he takes a seat nonchalantly. âyouâre better with this shit than me, anyway. just fix the server up.â
it takes quite some time, going over the code, and checking for new administrators in the host. thereâs not much out of the ordinary, just a couple lines mistyped in the update that had gone live, and nanami curses himself for assuming the worst.
your daughter wakes up and is happy to take her bottle from sukuna, while youâre able to edit the code, and the server goes live again.
âhey,â you strap your daughter into her seat, the buckle clicking when sukunaâs voice comes from behind you. âi know youâre a single mum, and uh, shits hard.â he looks at you once over, then to your daughter. âi, uh.â he fiddles with a yellow post-it note, folding it over. âif you need a hand, with childcare or whatever.â he hands you the note and you glance down at it, a phone number scrawled messily from end to end. a smile breaks out across your cheeks.
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frat!kuna finds reasons to talk to his tutor outside of sessions ! (shy!reader)
it was currently three in the morning and for some reason, your phone was going off. you lifted your head up and reached over to grab it. you winced as the bright screen blinded you, squinting and groaning softly. after you recovered, your jaw dropped. to your surprise, sukuna of all people was blowing up your phone.
sukuna: hey, you busy right now?
sukuna: and itâs alr if you are, nws
sukuna: or like, if youâre not in the mood to talk too, thatâs fine.
sukuna: just lmk
you were baffled. he quadruple texted you within five minutes. part of you wondered what was so important. you shot a glance at your roommates bed. it was empty. before you lost your nerve, you hit the call button on his contact.
he picked up after the second ring. despite you being the one to call him, you froze. what do you say? do you tease him for waking you up and quadruple texting? you were so in your head you didnât release a good couple of seconds went by without a word from you.
âhello? you there?â
your stomach twisted in knots. it was just a phone call, why were you so anxious? heâs been nothing but kind to you ever since you met. the way you presented yourself didnât seem to really matter to him. yet it mattered so much to you.
âyes, sorry,â you swallowed hard.
âsoo⌠iâm assuming youâre not busy?â he asked, his tone slightly teasing. your lips curved into a smile and you quickly cleared your throat. you werenât sure why you felt this way about someone you tutored. you didnât mind them usually, but you never spoke outside of sessions, let alone did you look forward to them. you wondered what he wanted to talk about so badly. was it school related? what is it wasn't? either way, the butterflies in your stomach made you even more nervous.
ânope!â you immediately winced at how enthusiastic you sounded. you probably sounded like an obsessive dork. which you werenât, not at all. you were above that. even though everything pointed to that.
"so i'm doing tonightâs homework and i'm lost. the process is long and stupid, and i don't really understand it. i was wondering if you could explain it maybe...?"
huh, of course he was contacting you because of schoolwork. you scolded yourself for even entertaining the thought that it was something else.
"yeah no worries." you said carefully. your enthusiasm has since faded. you felt like a clueless idiot.
"let me facetime you and show you." you froze, facetime? you were in your embarrassing pajamas, hair up in a bonnet, no makeup on. crap. the sound of the facetime request blared from your phone and your heart stopped. with a shaky breath, you hit accept and braced yourself.
"aw, your bonnet is pink. cute." he grinned at the phone. he was laying in his bed with his arm behind his head, no homework page in sight. you blinked at him. his compliment made your brain short circuit.
"yes it is, uhm, thank you." you cringed and moved out of the frame. you heard him chuckle and the embarrassment alone ate you alive.
"anyways, as i was saying..." he droned on about the problem and yet, there wasn't a notebook in sight. was he reciting it from memory? you offered some input and he thanked you, praising you for your help. you couldn't help but frown though. the problem sounded oddly familiar. that's when you realized: the two of you had gone over the exact problem last session.
"correct me if i'm wrong but, didn't we already go over this problem?"
it was his turn to freeze up. "oh? we did?" he asked all innocently, eyebrows furrowed. you gaped at him before giggling.
"yes, yes we did sukuna," you giggled.
"oh? then that's my bad then." he shifted and you could see a worn stuffed animal on his bed. adorable. "hey, those highlighters you used last time, where'd you get them?" he ran his fingers through his hair, a smirk tugging on his lips.
oh, so he did remember the last session. all of this was making your head spin. so was he doing this on purpose? was he making fun of your highlighters too? that was a low blow...
"from this stationary shop in town." you replied. your tone wasn't rude or anything, but there was definitely a shift. you didn't have it in you to hide your disappointment. you thought the two of you had somewhat of an understanding of each other. you thought it wasn't all in your head and that you got along pretty well.
"hmm. i want some, we should go sometime," he suggested. "i think they'd help me focus better." he shrugged.
together?!? you tilted your head at him. "oh no, it's okay, i can give you directions, you know..." you said timidly. first calling you at an ungodly hour, then asking to hangout? did tutors hang out with their mentees? you were pretty sure that didn't happen. like ever.
"i clearly have terrible, terrible memory, so i'd think it would be best if you went with me, you know? just in case." he wasn't even trying to hide his grin anymore. you could see all 32 pearly white teeth. you couldn't help but mirror his smile. the butterflies in your stomach wouldn't let up as it all sunk in. he's asking you out.
"okay then," you agreed, failing to contain your excitement. "just in case."
⥴ looking through bf!fratkunaâs highschool yearbook
you first saw it around 10 minutes ago when he held open the door to his room for you. right on his nightstand below his hanging spider-man lamp youâd gotten him for his birthday, probably using the hard cover as a coaster.
and now youâd unfortunately have to admit curiosity had struck you. so now, the moment he goes downstairs to rummage through the frat houseâs cabinets for snacks, youâve hooked your finger on the hard edge. you do it so quietly like youâre worried if you make the faintest peep heâll come running up here.
as soon as you hear his distinctly angry voice yelling at gojo downstairs for something, just muffled enough you canât hear exactly what, you start to flick through the pages.
you have to hold back an excited squeal when you land on the page for the âsâ names of the seniors, eyes darting across the paper till you find his photo. you actually do squeal then.
his face is just as grumpy as you remember it, clearly not changing with time in any way. heâs dressed in a stark black polo with the collar fully buttoned up, which youâre assuming he was forced into, considering how adamant he is against it now. his pink hair is slicked back with even thicker gel than he uses now with more of a fade than you remember, tapering to black at the underside of his neck. the most jarring, or rather different thing is the lack of facial tattoos he has. he almost looks weird without the ink scattered across his cheekbones and forehead. the ones streaming across his arms are still present, though.
you fumble to take your phone out your pocket and get a picture, snapping it as quickly as you can.
then, you flip to the pages at the back, the âsenior classâ oneâs with all the photos of he and his classmates. thereâs one with all students lined up on the gym bleachers, and him with a foul grimace and staring directly at the camera like he wants to kill the photographer.
then thereâs a couple from the culinary class section. and you swear your face drops seeing his face, smiling, dicing up vegetables. you swear this is the happiest youâve ever seen his face, second only to the time when yuji tripped and skimmed his knee while you two were babysitting himâwhich made him burst out into actual laughter, and actual laughing tears.
heâs slicing up an onion while other various veggies sit separated on the board next to it. heâs got chunks of beef sautĂŠing on a burner next to it and he couldnât look happier.
you canât help but smile seeing him like this, before snapping another picture and turning to the back to see if he had any signatures. you expect for them to be blank, assuming if you asked him heâd say âthatâs trivial. why would i care about those maggotsâ names?â in his deep voice with a genuine grimace while recollecting.
well, before you can even gaze upon the page, youâre startled by the sound of his door clicking open.
you fling the heavy book closed and off your lap before you can even think as you jump.
he stares at the cover, face up lying on the hardwood floor, flicks his eyes back to you in your embarrassed state, then drops the bags of chips heâs brought up onto his dresser to pick his yearbook up from the floor.
he stares down at it like he wants to crush it then and there before asking, âdid you see my photo?â
ââŚyes.â you say, looking up at him from his bed.
he stares back at you, then forms his hand into a point and walks towards you.
âyou will forget it. you will forget my quote, my photo, myââ
âOH MY GOSH I FORGOT TO CHECK YOUR QUOTE!â
you reach your hand out to try and grab for the book before his other hand grabs at your wrist midair, and holds the book above his head.
âno. i am going to burn this.â
âwhyyyyy?â you whine staring up at him while he watches unamused. âyou look cute!â
âi look weak. feeble and homely.â he deapans, but still flustered saying it, turning his face away from yours. âyou shouldnât see me that way.â his tan skin flushes a deep pink.
he grabs the chips off his dresser before tossing them over to you, then yanking open his bottom drawer and slamming the book shut in it.
âwhat? you wanna look all strong in front of me?â you tease from his bed while he scoffs and rolls his eyes.
âyouâre my girlfriend,â he says, before hopping onto his bed and yanking your lazing body on top of his, still with his face away from you in embarrassment. âiâd prefer to.â
âdo you not want me to see cause some girl signed it?â you ask, knowing fully well he was a virgin with no history of a relationship before he met you, claiming he was âtoo good for those girlsâ.
he groans, now staring into your eyes, clearly annoyed.
âmy nickname in school was âfuture cannibalâ, do you truly believe i had women fawning over me?â he deadpans while you burst into laughter, dropping your head into the crevice of his neck.
âwith all that hair gel i guess not.â you joke.
âyouâll find that funny until i find your yearbook and spread those photos around.â
someone save me from my sukuna brainworm heâs overtaking me
a note from angel: im sorry i need to stop making new series this is an addiction of mine that i can't stop, pls sukuna leave me alone, i feel like im making a multiverse of sukunas.
synopsis: trying a new coffee shop didn't end up going your way when a mean barista takes your order. the problem? he's rude as fuck but he's the best at making your drinks. when you end up giving him a taste of his own medicine, you end up in a deal where this grumpy barista finds himself in the habit of making your morning coffee. everyday. for the next seven days.
tags: enemies to lovers, modern au, barista!sukuna, fluff, crack
word count: 3.7k words
Coffee is part of your daily routine.
If you don't start your day with coffee then it can be ensured that the day will be a terrible day.
You're not strict about your coffee, you don't simply stick to one type of drink. You're the type to explore and try new things. From lattes, to espressos, to cappuccinos, matcha, chai tea, hojicha and a lot more. The convenience of living in a big city is that there will always be a bunch of cafes and coffee shops to try with new businesses opening all over the blocks.
You've made it your own personal mission to try as many new shops in the city, not limiting yourself to one place. You want to support as much of the local businesses as possible, staying away from the big corporate brands. You have enough dealing with business and corporate issues in your work life so the least you can do is support your local community in your personal free time.
On your scout to work you happen to come across a new coffee shop. It's slightly hidden on the block but the brand name and minimalist colours catch your eye.
'Fuga.'
You're interested immediately. Coming to a stop outside, the meaning of the shop name is printed in white on the window. 'Fuga â One of the Japanese meanings of this is 'a way of elegance or grace'. We hope to include fuga with every order that we take; there's no rush, just sit back and enjoy.'
The opening and closing times are also unusual. They're open in time for the usual morning rush hour but unlike other coffee stores, they stay open until 9pm. You can't imagine the shifts that their staff must take and how much happens behind the scenes.
Despite being hidden, it is the morning rush hour on a weekday and through the window you can clearly see that there is a queue forming. Underrated coffee shops get discovered pretty quickly these days thanks to social media and it's not long until they'll be announcing a sister location somewhere else in the city.
Stepping inside, a bell chimes overhead but it's drowned out due to the hustle and bustle inside the shop. The scent of crushed coffee beans hits you immediately and the sound of lofi music playing in the background is just about heard over the level of conversations in the store.
Joining the queue, your eyes scan the cafe. It's pretty spacey compared to the other units that most coffee shops rent out. There's clearly more places to sit in the back and all of the window seats are currently taken. There's a handful of students and people in suits either sat working away on their laptops or taking a call. In the corner an old man is sitting back and enjoying a cup of his own hot coffee.
There's three people currently manning the counter and you worry whether that means service is slow but on further observation you notice they work well, weaving in and out of each other. There's a man situated at the till, tall and large you first notice. Then you see that he has pink hair and it's only when you inch closer to being served that you notice he has an array of black tattoos. They're printed on his face as well as around his wrists and you start to wonder how many baristas you've seen with face tattoos.
He seems to be the first.
Behind him seems to be a white haired figure with a plum pink stripe dyed into their hair. It's clear that whoever employs these people are very laid back with how they are presented. The figure moves quickly but also with caution pouring and making drinks before bringing them to the collection section and calling out a name.
You've been so caught up in studying the new environment of the cafe that you don't even realise that it's your turn next. You haven't had the chance to look at the menu so when you finally do, you're left with your mouth open in front of the tattooed man. And on closer observation you find that he's rather intimidating.
"Good morning." you greet.
"What do you want?" he asks in a monotone tone evident that he's been repeating this question for a while. You brush off the fact that he hasn't greeted you back and you simply hum as you stare at the menu.
It's evident that you're irritating the barista by not even knowing what you want, the bored expression on his face and his finger impatiently tapping the counter. Your eyes are scanning the menu until he finally says something that in all of your years of going to local cafes have never heard in your life.
"Can you hurry up?"
"Excuse me?"
"I said," he draws as if it's painfully inconveniencing him to repeat himself, "can you hurry up? There's a queue behind you." It's evident in his tone that he's not asking but rather ordering you to do so and for a split second there's a moment in which you forget that you are in fact the customer.
"I'm aware." you say, "I'm deciding."
"You had two minutes to decide." he retorts.
"I've never been here before, of course I'm going to take my time looking at the menu." you keep a calm tone making it clear that you don't want any misunderstandings.
"Do you want a medal? What's your order?"
Fine. You think to yourself, you're gonna give him the benefit of the doubt.
Maybe it's been a long morning, maybe he wasn't supposed to be on shift today but then got called in, maybe he's just an asshole. You don't care. But what you do care about is getting your morning coffee as usual.
"Vanilla latte with oat milk please."
"We're out of oat milk." he announces keeping his tone flat with enough space to add some frustration into it as if this was your own fault.
"Really?"
He doesn't reply, keeping a blank face that silently asks 'do I look like I'm joking?'
"Uhhh, could I get an iced strawberry matcha then please?"
"We're out."
You hold back a sigh, forcing a tight lipped smile on your face. "Fine. A cappuccino. Any milk you have. Please."
The barista doesn't look up, tapping onto a screen. "Regular or large?"
"What's the difference?" you ask.
He points to the side where the size cup differences are shown and as usual the large is 50p extra.
"Regular."
"Name?"
After giving your name, he mutters something under his breath and if you were in a bad mood this morning then you would have asked him what his issue was but instead you keep quiet, silently wishing he spills lukewarm coffee all over his disgustingly attractive face. Somehow. If it was logical to spill coffee on one's face.
"Four fifty. Tap your card and stand over there." he orders without any patience.
You don't even think twice before tapping your phone and moving immediately. In your mind you continue to curse him forever whilst watching his back muscles move swiftly as he makes your drink. Him and the white haired figure switched places with him making your order and his co-worker now at the till.
You expected a long wait but it takes less than five minutes before he's yelling out your name with impatience.
And he pronounced it wrong.
Whether it was on purpose or he wasn't listening to you at all, you'll never know but you go ahead and take your order. You can't even say thank you directly before he's rushing off and completing another order. Deciding to get out as soon as possible, you grab as many sugar packets you need, a stirrer and you head on out.
"How fucking rude." you mutter to yourself, opening the lid to your cappuccino. There's no latte art and you wouldn't expect there to be given the rush. You pour your sugar in and stir until satisfied, slowly making your way to the office building.
Sure, you know baristas are sometimes not the most welcoming people given the high stress level of their jobs and you've come across some reclusive baristas before but this oneâŚhe's just plain rude. You don't usually complain about how people do their job but this one has really struck a nerve.
How was he hired in the first place? Does the manager know he speaks to customers like this? How did he even pass an interview to get hired for this place? Does he act like this with all his customers?
Those are the questions that you continue to ask yourself whilst on the way to work, you get a little distracted after taking a sip of your coffee and coming to find out that your cappuccino is actually pretty good. Usually some cafes don't do cappuccinos the right way but there's something about this cup that makes you wonder what exact type of coffee bean they use.
You make a mental note to check later in your free time and it's not long before you start to feel rejuvenated by your coffee. Despite your bad customer service, you still manage to get a good cup of coffee to support your day and it's almost enough to forget your bad interaction.
***
Almost.
That cup of coffee was good.
Good enough to make you check their company website and check their 'about us' page.
And of course it just so happens that you stumble onto their google reviews.
Fuga Coffee Shop | reviews (54)
Naturally, your laptop cursor clicks onto their reviews. They only opened two months ago so it's understandable why the reviews must be so low, they're just starting out. The reviews are automatically filtered to their top reviews, which is from just over two weeks ago.
ihatemonkeys009
The grumpy tattooed barista is a little anti-social but he makes the best lattes ever! will be coming back again! four stars.
"A little?" you say aloud to yourself, "give me a break."
The review that follows under that is also highly popular.
ghostsarerealiswear2334_67
free wifi and they open early and don't close till late?! best study place ever! (please like my review!) five stars.
kentoforwork89
A nice and newly established restaurant under the Japanese name 'Fuga', the name is fitting for its elegant service and high quality coffee. They have a wide range on the menu and serve food too. The cafe is spacious, plenty of space to study or work and if you use electronics they have power sockets dotted around. Good prices for the service and highly reliable. I will be coming here again as it is not overwhelmingly busy or loud like some other places. I highly recommend. four and a half stars.
ilovesweetssooooooooooomuchhhgojo9838
tHE tattooed barisSta maybe be cold hoever his coffees are the warmest!!!!! xoxoxoxo peefect date location (soz for typos idid this fast on my phone so i coulget fre emochi) FIVE STARTS
You let out a sigh reading the reviews, it's a little cheesy but you get the point. Reading all 54 reviews you've come to find that a lot of people find the same tattooed barista annoying but miraculously all is forgotten once you've tried a coffee from him.
There isn't one totally bad review â maybe from an AI bot who says that the location is in a whole other city but other than that it's clear that this cafe is a new and upcoming contender as one of the best spots in the city.
And that doesn't sit right in your soul.
Taking this personally as someone who runs a company, you understand that if people were talking about your employees in this manner then they would be subject to being fired. You're confused on how this man is still employed even after fifty reviews, surely the owner must be reading them.
You sit in silence for a while as you contemplate.
Should you?
Or shouldn't you?
Hesitant, your fingers hover over your keyboard, testing out a sentence.
i tried this cafe as a new customer â no, no, too cliche, you backspace your sentence entirely.
Thinking for a moment, you reflect on what you want to say. You start typing slowly before it all flows within your fingertips, a mini paragraph forming on your screen. You're writing in the heat of the moment, out of pure frustration and embarrassment. Most people would be able to forgive and forget but wellâŚunfortunately you're not most people.
anonymouscapybara45
this place is relatively new in this city and as a coffee lover i was extremely enthusiastic to try this place out. my high hopes for this cafe were quickly crushed once i was (not even greeted) but completely mistreated by the tattooed barista.
i did not like this service, no matter how good the quality of the coffee was.
i do not think a barista should be talking to customers like this. i felt severely unwelcomed and i am having second thoughts on returning to this place.
there's better and kinder staff in other cafes in the city who i will gladly give my money too.
1 out of 5 stars.
Sure, it's a littleâŚKaren but you feel petty. Highlighting all the adverbs makes you think that your english teacher from high school would be proud. There's a small feeling of guilt in the pit of your stomach as it dawns on you that your review will be the first one star review the company has ever had.
But this is not a baseless review. You actually felt this way at the time. It's a little exaggerated but who cares, they don't know you and they never will because you're not stepping foot there ever again.
There's not much satisfaction in the world that you can get other than pressing post on your review.
***
An hour later you've moved on with your life. You've settled into your home, following your post-work routine and you're now sitting on your couch. Your phone lights up with a notification and your eyes land on the screen.
You get a notification from your gmail that someone has mentioned you in a reply and with your thumb clicking on the message your eyes slightly widen.
The owner has replied to your message.
And for the first time it seems because they haven't seemed to reply to all the other positive messages on the site.
You'd forgotten that this was an option for them, simply thinking that your review would just get the employee removed. Your eyes skim over the reply.
From the Owner of Fuga in reply to anonymouscapybara45
Hello valued customer,
we apologise that you have had this experience recently, it is never our intention to make our customers feel this way. Our company and brand relies majorly on the respect and communication with our customers which is always taught and trained to our employees. We apologise for the actions and behaviour of our barista and on behalf of the company we would like to invite you to have any item on our menu free of charge over the course of the week. We would like to give you a seven day voucher and invite you back to a better atmosphere of our cafe to show you truly how we treat our customers.
Please pop into our cafe at your convenience. We look forward to seeing you and we apologise again for your experience.
Kind regards,
Fuga Owner (Jin Itadori)
Your mind is baffled.
Free drinksâŚfor a week? Because of your bad review?
Not even the other low starred reviews have had this level of response from the owner. You're the first one star review they've had and they haven't even responded maliciously. You can't pass up on this good of an opportunity to have free coffee for the next week? You could be saving a ridiculous amount of money.
You re-read the review a few times to make sure that it still seems real to your eyes.
Maybe it will be the last time that you'll see that barista again.
**
You try your luck the following day. You're a bit more hopeful walking into the coffee shop the next day. It's a little less busier than the previous day and the queue is a little shorter.
But most important of them all, you don't see that tattooed jerk around.
This time serving the till is the white haired figure you saw making the drinks the last time you arrived. Behind them works another person that you haven't seen before who has their back turned making orders.
Soon enough it's your turn to go up to the till.
"Hello." They greet and almost immediately you feel comfortable that you won't be shunned for simply being a customer at this cafe.
"Good morning," you greet back with a smile before explaining your situation. "This may be a bit awkward but uhm, I was the customer who wrote a review of this cafe and uhâ the owner said I was given a voucher as some sort of compensation."
For a second you thought you were scammed or that the entire thing was a lie just to catch the poor customer who's written terrible reviews but you watch as the wave of recognition hits the barista.
Instead they nod and say, "one moment" before turning around to head to the back. You shift from one foot to the other, patiently waiting and in the meantime thinking of what you'd want to get as your first free drink.
Your smile soon drops once you see the figure that follows the person that you were speaking to at the till.
That tattooed bastard.
His eyes widen slightly at the sight of you before turning into a miserable frown, clearly he wasn't expecting you to be the customer who wrote the review but there's also something that tells you that he's not totally surprised.
The white haired barista makes their way back to you, "If you go over to Sukuna he can help you with your voucher."
Sukuna. Now you know his name. And now you know he's somehow still employed by this damn coffee shop.
You walk over with hesitation and you can't help but notice Sukuna's eyes watching you as you make your over to a quiet area.
"It was you." he says but there's no bite to his tone. It's merely a statement he's making but you don't miss the judgement in his eyes.
"I was being honest." you shrug, holding your head high. You have no regrets whatsoever, you were merely giving constructive feedback about an environment that felt hostile to you. About a certain someone who was hostile.
Sukuna leans in a little closer to you, one hand placed on the counter as he speaks to you. "Because of you and your stupid review I have to serve you free drinks for a week, which is coming out of my pay by the way."
"Maybe it'll teach you how to speak nicer to customers." you retort back.
You notice his hand turning into a tight fist, gripping the counter, clearly holding back on responding to you. With his other hand he slides over a piece of paper. "Here's your damn voucher and, no I didn't write it, so what do you want?"
You tilt your head a little at him.
Sukuna corrects himself and in a deadpan monotone he starts over. "Hello. Welcome to Fuga. What would you like today?"
A satisfied smile reaches your lips. "Much better. I would like an iced strawberry matcha with oat milk please."
"Regular or large?"
"Hmm since it's on the house, large please."
"It's not on the houseâŚ" he mutters.
"What was that?"
"Nothing."
"Hmmmmm."
Sukuna disappears, diving into the hustle and bustle of his other colleagues making your own personal drink. As he makes your drink you look over your voucher, Sukuna's written today's date already and the expiry date is set seven days from now.
Once again, your order doesn't take him long and you spot your green and pink drink in his large hands. Approaching he hands your drink over to you which you thank before taking a sip.
On your tongue, the grassy flavour is immediately sedated by the sweetness of the strawberry at the bottom. There's the perfect amount of ice and matcha in your drink for you to enjoy and it takes everything in you not to fall to your knees and praise Sukuna on how great he's made this drink.
"Not bad." you murmur, downplaying your enthusiasm. "Can I get another free drink?"
"One per day stupid."
"The voucher doesn't clarify that, it's handwritten."
"I don't care."
"Would you like me to write another poor review?"
Now this is what gets Sukuna clenching his jaw together. He takes a pause, calming himself down before speaking to you again. "No anonymouscapybara45 I wouldn't like that because you got me in a lot of shit for this."
You don't flinch when he mentions your username. Ah, so he's read the review then. You quip back, "Your boss fire you yet?"
"No," and there's a slight pout, "he's just annoying the shit out of me at the moment."
"Hmm right, if you make me an iced vanilla latte with oat milk to go I think I might just refrain from writing a bad review about you for today."
You watch as he clenches his jaw in frustration. "Just this once. For the rest of the days you get one drink only."
"And a sweet treat!" you chime in.
Sukuna pauses, mulling over your suggestion. He lets out a sigh.
"A free drink and a snack." He offers.
"Deal." You outstretch your free hand to shake on.
Sukuna looks at your hand in pure disgust like you've just offered to spit in his mouth. "Deal. Just don't make my job harder than it needs to be." he mutters.
"I don't think I can promise that." you reply and you watch in pure satisfaction as he walks away mumbling to himself.
thank you for reading!! i hope you enjoyed :) i won't be running a taglist for this mini series (pls it is mini) but ya comments and reblogs are appreciated!!
ââ .⌠apologizing after yelling at your warrior husband sukuna in front of his men (oops) â§.*
"'kuna."
your husband said nothing. he merely continued to brush his horse down, barely acknowledging your presence behind him. your fingers fidgeted with your sleeve, nervous and guilty.
only an hour ago, you had argued with him openly in front of his men over something trivial. it should've occurred to you that something was wrong when he didn't even say a word in response. he only let you rant as he stood silent, jaw tightening. when you were done, you had just stormed off without giving him a chance to reply.
as your anger subsided, you had started to realize how he must have felt. being a formidable warrior with a fearsome reputation, sukuna never once showed a hint of weakness except with you. he had always been intimidating, terrifying, powerful. and there you were, undermining him with just an indignant lecture and no care at all for who he was with.
sukuna always met your fire with just as much ferocity. deep down, he loved to fight with you because he knew you could take whatever you dished out. the two of you would row it out until it ended in begrudging apologies and laughter while tangling under your sheets.
yet now, he didn't even deign to look at you. it hurt more than you could admit.
"'kuna, please," you pleaded softly, fingers brushing the muscles of his back. "truly i didn't mean to lose my temper, i'm sorry."
without him even turning, you knew the face he was making. eyes shut, teeth grinding, refusing to meet your eyes despite how much he might have wanted to. you didn't back down. a pout pulled your lips as your voice turned exaggeratedly plaintive.
"if i have offended my lord husband in any way, i wish to repent." your arms came around his torso, cheek resting against him. "it wasn't my place to speak to you that way," you murmured, coy, docile, so unlike yourself that sukuna would've laughed any other day. "i'll suffer any punishment you see fit."
still, he didn't move, though his hands almost paused, then tightened on the brush, resuming. you could feel his resolve breaking bit by bit, and you latched on to it.
"yell at me, curse me, scold me, do whatever you'd like to me," you walked around to face him, stood between his horse and his broad chest. you looked up at him through your lashes, then hugged him again as his whole body tensed up, still acting like you weren't there.
"just please, look at me again. i can't bear being apart from you."
after a few moments of tense silence, sukuna cursed under his breath and suddenly moved. strong arms wrapped around you in a crushing embrace, bringing you closer to him, and you hid a triumphant yet relieved smile.
"you provoke me, over and over again," he began, growling. "and the second i turn away from you, you cling like a vine." his fingers grabbed your face and forced it upwards as he glared down at you. "spoiled brat."
"will you forgive me?" you asked, voice muffled as he squished your cheeks. he let out an exasperated huff.
"let's see how i feel once i give you the punishment you so sweetly asked for," he pinched your ear and suppressed a smirk, making you whine. you didn't move away from him, though, content to be right where you were. and you suspected your husband was, too. no matter how mad he got, he was always weak for you in the end.
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art creds to kyarrcha
warnings : fluff, angst, suggestive(idk if itâs smut lmk) bare with me im still learning writing a good plot and story planning so lol, might be some writing mistakes, submissive/sensitive sukuna, probably stereotypical ceo x worker moments + some smau moments, also cursing and disrespectful behavior towards y/n, your mid 30s and heâs late 30s early 40s, your the mom to megumi (kinda taking place or mamaguro, broke baby daddy toji
you type away at your computer inside your cramped cubicle. the building and their jerk off ceo never made the effort to fix the issue of spacing. not that you mind, your in between two of the hottest co-workers youâve probably ever seen at a office job, and youâve worked, a lot.
anyways, you were called to sukunas office for whatever reason. but of course since you donât wanna lose another job you stand up brush your skirt off and walk over to his glass doors that are covered. whoâs stupid ass came up with-
âcome in.â
somehow his voice boomed from outside his door, despite the doors being closed. you walk inside and stand next to the door and shut it. âsit.â you roll your eyes at his commands but comply anyways.
he clears his throat and presses a button on his keyboard and look up at you. âproblem?â you shake your head. âspeak up.â âno sir.â he nods once and lean in and slides you a folder. âi need this done for tonight, bring it to me before your night ends. kay?â he speaks like your stupid or something. âyes.â âwhat?â the entitlement on his guy is insane. âyes sir.â you nod.
you notice a small smile tug on the corner of his lips and he looks back at his computer so you stand and walk out. âwait.â he peaks from behind his computer though itâs not covering much. his muscles are about to bust out of that suit. every pec, each bicep structured perfectly you swear you can see veinsâ
âhello? you canât hear now?â
you jump. âsorry sir, i uhââ âlisten to meâ you nod âyou have a kid?â your brows furrow. I mean you do, but you never mentioned it.. âuhm, yes sir.â you clutch the folder. âhow old?â â6 sir.â he hums and opens a drawer then grunts as a sign for you to come back. of course, again you comply.
âbuy something your son would like, and bring the same for me.â you tilt your head. âdo you really want to ask your boss a question, just take it.â you nod and take the money. âuhm, this is 2 hundreds sir.â âi can count.â heâs not even looking at you. âisnât thatââ âplease go.â you sigh and walk out and stuff the money in your pocket.
behind you the door shuts and you sit back at your desk.
what the hell.
in short order you leave the building taking your break, which you havenât taken at all since youâve been here because your normally trying to finish a weeks worth of work in a day.
you buy four boxes of your sons favorite mac and cheese brand, but you decided to buy yourself a dollar pizza since he gave you extra. you walk back with the bag and knock on his door again.
âitâs open.â
his voice still gives you shivers. you walk inside and smile and put the bag on his desk, two boxes of mac and cheese. âmac and cheese?â you nod. âtrust me, kids love the most simplistic things. if you have one that is.â he shakes his head and observes the box. âand itâs good?â âhealthy? hell n- sorry I mean, definitely not but uh, itâs tastyâ you smile warmly. âoh and here!â you give him the money but he puts his hand up âkeep it.â huh? âwhy do you look confused, i have millions more where that came from, keep it.â âuh, thank you?â
he nods and types. âcan I askââ âno, I donât have a kid.â oh, thank goodness. you nod âsorry..â he shrugs and with that you leave.
couple hours later at 8:35pm, near the end of your shift
you get a notification from your desktop âcome.â you scoff âno please?â your soul almost leaves your body when you get up and see sukuna standing right in front of you. âfuck!â you clutch you chest, thank everything the office is empty. âi sent you that 20 minutes ago.â âexcuse me?â âi saidââ you interrupt him. âoh no, i heard you I donât think you understand me you give me 20 papers of work to finish by 9pm, sorry im doing my jobââ you stop talking when you realize your talking to your boss and not a co-worker. shit.
âdonât stop, keep goingâ if it wasnât dark youâd swear heâs smirking down at you. ân-nothing.â you pathetically stutter. he grunts âcome.â you follow behind him like a sad puppy. im so getting fired âi have a 6 year old kid in my apartment and i donât know how to take care of him.â your eyes shoot up. âwhat?â your face twists and your head bucks to the side. âheâs my nephew, and his dad.. isnât here.â you nod. âso, is that why you asked me toââ âdonât ask stupid questions.â you nod and stop talking.
âI need..â he clears his throat but still mumbles âhelpâ âexcuse me?â you have a straight face but your totally loving the fact that your attractive strict boss is asking you out of everyone for help. âI said I need help you deaf or something.â you roll your eyes. âI can help with that, maybe we can arrange a play date?â âa date?â you pinch your nose bridge. âyou seriously donât know what a playdate is?â he looks out the window then back at you, with a sigh you explain and then you both plan a meeting outside of work.
âare you sure me going to your house is okay?â he nods. âyes maâam.â your almost caught off guard. âmy nephew loves everyone but me so, itâs fine.â you nod âmy son hates everyone soâ you chuckle and cover your mouth. he stares at you, almost lost. âim gonna, go clock out now ill see you soonâ he grunts and sits down at his chair. âsee you.â
two days later, on saturday
you get to the apartment and look around when a little pink hair kid marching sukunaâs ryomens runs to you and your son, megumi. âhiii!!â his voice is similar to sukunas, just louder and filled with excitement. your son looks terrified of the energy, you chuckle âitâs okay babyâ you kiss the top of his head âheâs nice, you guys are gonna hang out!â
sukuna walks over. âhey.â heâs not in his nod attire, and neither are you.
your wearing medium-washed mom jeans, and a low cut white long sleeve. heâs wearing, gray sweatpants and a black compression shirt he looks totally different than how he does at work. again, his muscles look soâ âyour staring.. again.â you jump at the bass in his voice âoh my gosh im so sorryâ you rub the tiredness out of your eyes.
âtired?â you nod. âthe babysitter led them upstairs there is a bar, really good whiskey?â âyes, please.â
after a couple of drinks both of you are talking non-stop about how toddlers donât clean their shit up and hate their care takers.
you giggle and put your hand on his arm. âyes! but when my son goes to his dads heââ âyour sons dad isnât in his life?â you scoff. âdoesnât even pay child support, asks me for fucking money when he knows I hardly have it myself.â you slur and sip your whiskey.
Sukuna tilts his head at you slowly, for someone whoâs drunk heâs .. very attentive. he slowly takes the cup from you and gets a water. âsober up, you shouldnât drive Iâll set up a guest room for you and megumi.â you hum and shake your head. âtrust meâ sukunas voice is low and gruff but is obviously filled with emotion, he puts his hand on your waist. âyeah..â âyeah?â you nod and he picks you up âwrap your arms around me y/n.â you comply, as always.
âyour so commanding, are you always like this?.. assertive?â you mumble in his ear as he wraps his arms around you carrying you to the guest bedroom in his penthouse.
he chuckles. âyou really like testing my patience, donât you?â
you hum and nuzzle your face in his neck âso warmâ he groans âyour tickling me, y/nâ you giggles âyou? my boss is ticklish-â your eyes widen in drunk realization. âoh my gosh your my boss!! we canâtââ âweâre not having sex, relaxâ he rubs the top of your head then you drop your head on his shoulder giving up and he finally opens the door to the guest bedroom. âmegumi and yuji is asleep, when you wake in the morning just look for me and Iâll let you drive home, mkay doll?â you hum and nod as he tucks you into bed and looks around. âyou have a ponytail holder?â âmm, mâwristâ he gently takes your wrist taking off the rubber band and puts your hair in a bun moving the rest of your hair out of your face. ânight.â
âwait.. come sleep with me.â you mumble under your breath. ây/n, stop.â âplease.. donât goâ he sighs, he knows both of you will regret this in the morning but he canât bare to miss this opportunity. what if it never happens again? âfine, just this once.â also heâs drunk and easy to convince.
he sighs and lies down next to you, his body stiff. ârelax your body ryomen.â you put your hand on his chest. âstopâ âmmm why?â he grunts and grabs your wrist. âbecause im gonna do something weâll both regret.â âI donât regret a lot of things..â he breathes slower, heavier. âdonât touch me unless you really mean it.â âyou cup his face and stare into his crimson eyes, despite his cold facade youâve never realized how soft his eyes were.
you both hold silent eye contact, not awkward not uncomfortable. just.. silent exchange of words through your eyes. âno, no we cannotâ he looks away. âlook at me ryomenâ he huffs like a child. âdidnât I just say look at me?â he turns to you. âif I was gonna do something I would regret Iâd stop.â âyou will, they always doâ you chuckle âunless you canât tell im a grown ass woman, thank you very much.â that sentences does things to him he thought could never happen.
in a flash he grabs your cheek and kisses you, rough at first but then slow.. controlled almost like you guys were picking up where none of you left off. âfuck your a bad influence y/nâ you chuckle, the taste of alcohol heavy on your tongues. âmm vanilla whiskeyâ you wrap your tongue around his and he wraps his hand around your throat. âshut up n/nâ and you comply.
the next morning..
you wake up to a softer bed then normal and a bright light smacking you in the face. âmommy mommy look!!â you sit up at the sound of your sons voice. you huff, your heads is absolutely pounding âyes baby?â your sons eyes are actually glistening, not just from the sunlight from happiness your son is always this happy around you but this time he was accompanied by his new friend Yuji. âOuu, such pretty pancakes!â you baby talk your son and wave at yuji âgood morning yuji, did you eat too?â he nods âcan we hang out a bit more? pleaseeeeeeâ you nod and chuckles âjust a little bit more, okay?â they both nod and rush out and you stand up to see sukuna standing at the door.
âthey have you wrapped around their little fingers y/nâ he smirks.
he chuckles and walks inside, heâs wearing a white button-down, plaid blue dress vest and pants with white socks. âim so sorry for last night sirââ âdidnât i tell you to call me ryomen?â you pause and look up. âwhat?â âweâre not working y/n, call me ryomen weâre not boss-worker right now weâre⌠friends.â he almost hesitated but he nods. âi put your purse on the nightstand, you were really drunk.â âI know, my head is poundingâ you rub your head.
he nods âmm..â âwhat?â he shakes his head âoh my gosh did i say something?â âjust you thought we were gonna have sex.â you literally freeze in shock. âweââ âthe most we did was kiss, or as the kids say âmakeoutâ.â you sigh in relief âim so sorry, i know weâre friends but it was extremely unprofessional of meâ âi was too, donât worry.â you tilt your head. âi.. i guess i enjoyed itâ you nod âso did i, well from what i rememberâ and you get ready but linger around sukunas kitchen for a bit.
âso you cook?â â what?â he turns around and slides a plate of bacon eggs and pancakes. âyou think this is cooking?â he scoffs âI mean, no one has ever cooked for me except for restaurants so, yeah?â he freezes, like actually stands still in place. âwhat, a man has never cooked for you?â he scoffs a laugh âinstant noodles count?â âHELL Nâ no, they do not.â he shakes his head.
âcome back tomorrow night for dinnerâ you look up as you eat the breakfast quickly âby the looks of it you wonât regret it.â you gasp and cover your mouth âim so sorry, I havenât been eating right and this is just so good.â he tilted his head in confusion, he looks like a kid dying to ask a question.
âask meâ he straightens up âhuh?â âyou look like you need to ask me a question, askâ he leans into the island countertop âhow was, your sons father?â you stop eating immediately and take a long drawn out sigh. âhorrible, pathetic, broke and manipulatingâ you mumble. ârather not talk about him..â sukunas jaw clenches, his fist ball almost instantly. âwhat a pathetic excuse for a manâ you laugh weakly âI didnât think soâ you sigh âlucky megumi wasnât a mistake but he somehow still wasnât ready, and he got a worse when we divorced.â
âdivorced?â his voice is sharp.
you nod eating with your head down âasked me to marry him, luckily the ring was real at least.â you sigh âtch. I could do better than himâ he mumbles ever so quietly. you look up, almost still completely zoned out âhuh?â ânothing y/n, here.â he places your purse and car keys in front of you. âill get megumi.â you nod âthank you for everything, si- ryomen.â
he nod and smirks. in yujis playroom is a ânonchalantâ megumi and a hyper yuji, âwanna play superheros?â âi am a superhero..â megumi mumbles. ânooo, i am!!â âno me..â âno ME!!â âNO me YUJIâ âNO ME MEGU-â sukuna slams the door open. âstopâ you swear his voice could fill the whole building if he yell he loud enough. âmegumi, your mother is ready to leave, i assume you are too?â megumi nods and waves at yuji but in return he is left with a big hug ânext time megi!!â âbye yuji..â sukuna shakes his head and chuckles âcmon.â they walk to the front door wearing your waiting.
âhad fun baby?â megumi nods and shows his new hero costume. âyou bought him that?â you look up at sukuna, he nods but dismisses it. âokay, well you look amazing but itâs time to go homeâ âokay mamaâ he rushes to the elevator and repeatedly clicks the button.
âthank you ryomen, for everything.â you stand there awkwardly, wanting to give him a hug but not waiting to intervene his personal space. âyou okay?â âme? no yeah im good, justââ he lets out a sigh and opens his arms. âacting like a damn teenager, just come before i regret it.â you hug him and rub his back, almost an instinct from putting your son to sleep. ryomen places on hand on the small of your back and the other around you waist. âremember, tomorrow night n/nâ you guys are still hugging but you turn your head ân/n?â he chuckles and squeezes your waist then pulls back. âhate it?â âno i love it!â you chuckle.
you wave and he waves back âbye.â âbye ryo!â
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a month and a half has passed and youâve been to sukuna ryomens house every single week, sometimes twice or three times. after the âincidentâ it only happened one other time when you guys were sober the reason for it? prolonged sexual tension both of you mutually needed to get out.
and as adults, you guys can manage that ⌠right?
your sitting at your desk when sukuna gets someone to come get you. âare you sure heâs calling me?â the man nods âyes, y/n l/n?â you nod and get up and grab some of the finished papers heâs asked to be done for today. you open the door to see a empty room âuhââ the man closes the door so you sit in front of his desk.
a couple minutes later you hear familiar steps, and the door opens. âhey.â you look back at the door. âhi sir.â he nods âfinished the work?â âsome of itâ you slide the folders on the desk. âuh, about Megumi going to your house while weâre at workâ sukuna raises his eyebrow looking down at the papers. âhe canât anymore, his father doesnâtââ âhis father shouldnât have a say if he doesnât pay for megumis necessities, from the sound of it, Iâve done more for megumi than he has.â
he almost sounds, jealous? in a way you just canât describe it.
your taken aback, you mean itâs true but you never thought heâd say it. âoh.â âand you missed a page, otherwise bring the rest to be tomorrow, okay?â you nod and take the paper. âyes sir.â âwait for me after your shift so i can drive you.â âokay sir.â he nods and a small smile tugs on the corner of his lips.
itâs 9:01pm, the office is empty so you pack up your stuff and leave it at your desk. youâve had a few conversations with your best friend about how sukuna is always giving you mixed signals, but you canât lie watching a real man care for your son. itâs doing things to you, that you never thought were possible. so yes, youâve gained feelings. your best friend, shoko has encouraged you to tell him tonight, since you guys have already kissed, twice. more happened the second time but both thought it shouldnât be mentioned.
you knock at his door and take a deep breath ân/n?â you open the door and nod. âitâs me.â âperfect, let me finish this document and we can go.â your oddly quiet standing at the door. âsomething on your mindâ his eyes never leave you, heâs so different when you guys are off the record.. you donât know if you hate it or love it.
you build up the courage to stand in front of him on his desk. he doesnât even move an inch but his eyebrow rises. ây/n?â âryomenâ you look down at him, there could be someone watching you two but he doesnât even bother to take his eyes off of you. âwhat are you doing n/n?â âim tired of the back and forth.â he tilts his head in confusion. âwhat do you think of me ryomenâ âI think your an amazing woman and motherââ you stop him and shake your head. âromanticallyâ he freezes âwhatâ gave you that impression?â âweâve had sex, thatâs enough to give me more than just a âimpressionâ ryomenâ you look at him up and down closely, noticing a shiver.
âyou work for me, and our kids hang out. otherwise itâs strictly.. business.â you nod and stand up, hurt but you refuse to show it, you heard the hesitation but you donât ask. âokay, wonât happen again, ill be in the lobbyâ you walk to the door untilâ âbutâ you stop walking but you donât turn around. âIâve.. caught some feelings, not that I like to admit it, but your an amazing woman, and mother. if you canât tell im in my early 40s and Iâve never been married, im not good with women never have been so I donât want to.. ruin anything potentially happeningâ âIâve had a husband, i know how to navigate a relationship, couldâve just asked.â he nods âwell, yes youâre right.. but you do work for me at the end of the day.â you turn around. âduring work, I call you sir after i call you ryomen I think those are different times, and it also gives us time.â a deep throated chuckle erupts from his lips.
âyou wouldnât be able to handle me woman, in every sense.â heâs never called you, woman? before.. okay? âexcuse me? have i not already?â âyou heard me, maybe you stayed with megumis father for one reason, but i guarantee im better than him, plus i was going easy on you, donât underestimate my muscle y/n.â your breath hitches as he stands up âcmereâ âsukunaââ âitâs ryomen, and i said, cmere.â you shiver and walk up towards him, standing in front of him again the floor is empty both of you are sure of it, the office door is slowly closing and heâs just standing there until, heâs not.
as soon as the door shuts he grabs your throat and kisses you roughly, now finally picking up where you guys have left off. your fingers dig into his skin as you desperately kiss him back âmmph..â he chuckles and kisses your jaw. âcanât breathe?â you shake your head your breaths are heavy and loud. he moves to your neck and sucks on your skin like a damn vampire, the pressure is hard. in response you moan and grab his shoulders. âsukunaa, fuck.â he kicks the hickey heâs placed on your neck âsorry.â you feel your neck, the raised skin where his lips were. âshit ryomen, i have to see megumis dad..â he just shrugs. âitâll go away, couldâve been a lot darker trust me.â his other hand is wrapped tightly around your waist.
ânow shut up.â as always, you comply. you hold onto him as he swipes everything off his desk and lowers you back kissing you slowly, messily but somehow so passionately. you gasp for air and he bites your bottom lip. you tug at his suit and both of your tongues push together, then synchronize into a similar dance. a pattern that only the two of you will know about. he hovers over you the desk squeaking at his heavy weight, finally he takes off his suit and you kick your heels off and place your bare feet on the desk.
he kisses your neck again, all in silence letting you feel everything without having to make commentary. he smirks at your full display, in response you yell trying to lower your legs but he grabs your thighs pushing them further up. you gasp, your body has been pretty stiff since you left your ex-husband so you donât know how flexible you can- âcomfortable?â your legs are now in the air, with a nod he cages you in and kisses your neck and you unbuttons his dress shirt.
EVENTUALLY
when you guys were done, an hour and 36 minutes later (10:49pm). the office was hot with sex and sweat, âshit,â heâs laid out on the floor and you on his chair. âshit indeed.â you can hardly breathe âdid i do too much?â you shake your head. he grunts as he sits up âtoo old to be doing this.â he rubs your calves and looks up at you, like how a husband should be looking at his wife, with love. âyou okay? thirsty?â you shake your head âyou?â he shakes his head also and puts his forehead on your knee as he continues to massage your legs.
âmight hurt in the morning.â âfigured that outâ in the beginning of this.â your breath hitches mid-sentence and his eyes shoot up at you âdonât lie to me, are you sure your okay?â âim just old ryomen, im out of breath itâs fineâ you laugh and he pauses then laughs with you. âgive me a moment and we can go pick up megumi.â you nod
after a while you guys finally make your way to his car. the ride was pretty quiet, this is probably the first time youâve guys have an awkward silence. âdo you regret it?â you look over at him his eyes are narrowed and two fingers is on the bottom of the steering wheel. âno?â âthe hell you so quiet for then?â you tilt your head and furrow your brows. âwhat?â âyou heard me.â he stops the car abruptly at the top the street. âwhatâs your problem?â âmy problem? ryomen, do you hear yourself? if you regret it just say that.â he scoffs âI donât regret nothing I just donât wannaââ he stops himself and starts the car instead.
âfinish your sentence ryomenâ he grunts. âI said, finish it.â the car is moving slow then it slowly gets faster as do his breathing. âi donât wanna get attached.â you laugh âfunny.â âim serious, you think because im a man I havenât been hurt before?â you look at him as he drives into the parking lot securing his spot.
he turns to you. âas I said, I donât do relationships. no strings and flirting is cool, but once I gain feelings I push back some women I dated 2 years back left me after I was going to purpose.â you furrow your brows together âim sorry..â âdonât be sorry, just understand this wonât ever happenââ you interrupt him pressing your lips against his. his first instinct was to pull back, like always.. so why is it so damn hard to detach himself from you. you only work for him after all?!
you pull back, ânow tell me you donât want thisâ he opens his mouth but it quivers, thatâs never happened to him before.. the fuck? is he nervous âi..â his eyebrows knit together. you tilt your head âhow would it even work if you work-â you groan âplease shut the hell up with the âim your bossâ, do i work for you 24/7 ryomen sukuna?â you cross your arms. âanswer the question.â âno..â you nod. âso what we do outside is what?â âour business..â heâs looking down. âyour a big boy, look at me when im talking. he looks up, exactly like the big boy he is.
âgood.â he grip his pants. âstop acting like im submissive to you or somethingâ âyour not, you donât have to be but your gonna listen to meâ he grunts in response. âfine, just donât fucking leave me, if your losing feelings let me know first.â the first time your boss, babysitter, friend ryomen has been vulnerable.
you nod âweâll figure it out from here, kay?â âokay.â
so you both figured it out, perfectly balancing you schedules and yuji and megumis play dates you both started dating shortly after that conversation. toji and sukuna has met so toji finally learned boundaries with staying over at your apartment when he doesnât have a place to stay, and megumi loves sukuna when heâs making him food. otherwise, not really so corporative. and eventually after a year and 6 months, sukuna made the best decision of his life purposing to you. you both took vacation and let yuji and megumi + the babysitter come. it was on a beach, you mentioned a beach date but not a proposal shortly after you guys met each other families and are currently planning your wedding.
maybe it was better that you guys âfigured it out from thereâďżź
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he looks down in shame. and ryomen sukuna is never ashamed of anything heâs done, and heâs done a lot of shit.
âthat asshole was putting his hands on youâ he huffs and looks at your chest instead of your eyes âso yes, againâ youâve never looked this visibly annoyed, and what was scaring him even more is how calm your voice was.
âlook at me, not my tits ryomenâ you narrow your eyes, he immediately looks up âyes maâamâ you grab his collar and the security turns a blind eye(heâs been getting on their nerves also)
âwhen I say no stupid shit, that means no-â you give him a hard slap â-jail, got it?â he just nods his face didnât even budge, of course you donât intend to harm your husband and youâre not abusive. sometimes with ryomen sukuna you literally need to smack some sense into him.
âyes maâamâ he nods again, âcan you bail me now?â you roll your eyes âim not picking you up again, call chosoâ ryomens eyebrows knit together in annoyance âbut i want you to pick me upâ if anyone didnât know any better, heâs whining for you to pick him up.
âno ryoâ he tilts his head and subconsciously pouts then leans in âcmon woman, stop being a bratâ his words have no bite, but when you smile he scowls.
you take a deep sigh and close your eyes, âlast timeâ âi promise babyâ he smirks.
you both know this definitely isnât the first, nor the last.
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youâre lying in bed on you stomach, face smashed into a very fluffy pillow ryomen invested his money into.
thoughts running a million miles per hour, ryomen is in the next room rocking your beautiful newborn son to sleep. you let out a loud sigh, youâre body rightfully drained, never have you felt this tired before and youâve done sports before.
your brain feels the same as your body, tired.
just extremely.. âtiredddâ you groan.
the door behind you opens âbabe?â you grunt. ryomen immediately crosses the room to be by your side, you never grunt, normally you hum when he or someone catches your attention.
he knows something is wrong.
he knows youâre tired.
âtalk tâmeâ you shake you head then you feel two hands grab your waist. he gently places you on his lap, you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist.
âcanât.. mâso fucking drained ryomenâ your voice cracks and you feel your eyes getting wet. âi know baby, i know, if there is anything i can do.. let me know.â
in a moment of silence he runs his rough hands softly up and down your plush thighs.
you nod, youâre face now smashed into his neck not the pillow. âmaybe they shouldâve let me di-â his eyes shift towards you. âshut upâ he pulls up and holds you up.
âshut the fuck upâ youâre eyebrows knit together âexcuse me?â âyouâre fucking excusedâ you roll your eyes. âdonât ever say that, ever again.â he grabs your face, your face squished.
âim sorry for being rude, but i donât want to hear that sentence come out from your damn mouth ever again, you deserve to be here.â he lets go of your face and kisses your cheek. âwe deserve to be here, with our son, whoâs asleepâ
âyeah?â he nods âhell yeah baby, you always wanted this, i know youâre not at your best but you look-â trying to control his words he looks up and down at you slowly. âlike a mother.â
you smile âdonât lie to me, i look a complete mess, I donât think ive showed in 3 days.â he hums and leans in and sniffs. âewww ryo!â you giggle and he smiles âsmell good too.â âyouâre so nastyyâ
he kisses your cheek âim sorryâ he looks down, ashamed? âwait what, what are you sorry for?â he shakes his head his smile faded into a frown, different from his normal pout.
âive been so engrossed into taking care of yuji.. i- fuckâ his voice cracks âi almost forgot about you.. about usâ you kiss his shoulder. âi forgot about myself too, donât be sorry.â he sighs and shakes his head âI should be sorry, extremely.â
he picks you up and gives you a bath, rubbing your back and washing your body letting you unwind and ease your mind.
finally.
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ἍáĄ- sukuna witnesses you stretching one time and canât get enough
itâs your routine that youâve been doing far before you and sukuna got together, you stretch. itâs the late afternoon, an hour before sukuna gets home from work, the sunset spilles through the ajar window, painting your stretching form and highlighting your natural beauty.
Your favourite song echoes throughout yours and sukunas welcoming home, as you ease your self into a lunge. A groan escapes your mouth, while the built up tension in your muscles leave your body, from the hectic day you had at work .
You value this hour you have alone since your able to connect with your self and let your mind have a rest. Although, you do adore sukuna and heâs the love of your life he has no idea what you get up to in this hour .
You know theirs no need to lie, but you feel like a child again, being able to keep secrets just between you and your self.
He has asked before, what you have been doing, but a white lie never hurt anybody. You would just say simply watching a movie.
While youâre in your head performing the splits, you donât manage to hear the front door open and sukuna come home.
as soon as sukuna enters, he finds it ominous that your favourite song is playing, curiosity instantly hits him.
He always wandered what you did in your free time without his claustrophobic presence.
sukunas makes sure to not make a racket while making it to the living room.
When he sees you doing the splits, looking calm as ever, heâs amazed all the years youâve been together sukuna has never seen you do this.
A smirk grows on his face, he watches you for a few moments until you notice him.
when you do notice his daunting figure behind you, watching your every movement, you jump out your skin.
you look at the clock that sits perfectly centred on the wall "you are home early kuna"
he chuckles at you, resulting in you to pout as you slowly get out of the splits.
although you're shocked your body feels much better.
'' no wander I can bend you in any direction in bed " you choke on your own spit at sukuna.
''well now you know what I do in this hour'' you don't get any comment back
after that afternoon, you haven't had that hour alone again all because of sukuna
just as you're about to stretch he marches through the door early. miraculously his job lets him go early now.
due to sukuna you have been introduced into a new stretching technique and sukuna is the main object.
you stretch your leg onto his shoulder and he thoroughly enjoys it.
you're doing the stretch currently, and sukuna can't help but admire your body's flexibility, he's obsessed with It.
I really like this one. I have so many fics that I want to write itâs just laziness as the moment
