1. BIMBO DIARIES #1 : CAN A CUTE GYAL GET SOME SEX ?
itโs 9PM thursday & ryomen sukuna has his back bent over his desk & cola sticky on his lip. through his laptop screen treasurer nanami kento is there, hair a mess & glasses slipping & badly lit by the fluorescent light.
theyโre planning the budget for next fridayโs spring partyโthe invites, if gojo should be allowed near the playlist, lower entry fees so toji can actually attendโ& something else sukuna doesnโt hear because you swing the door open & walk in with clicky heels & a smile sticky with gloss.
โryomen!โ
your voice is a song & your eyes shine too-bright. sukunaโs eyes never leave his screen as you drop into his lap, knees bent in a kick as you hug his neck tight.
โwhat are you doing?โ you hum into his cheek.
โmeeting,โ he murmurs, ignoring the gloss-drenched kisses you press to his jaw. through the screen nanami is pursed lip & awkward gaze, fixing his glasses as sukuna pretends his thumbs arenโt grazing circles on your hips.
you turn to the screen, grin clumsy, leaning forward so it fills up with your face. โhi, kenny!โ
nanami softens. โgood evening, y/n.โ
you beam, but your grin can hardly stretch before sukunaโs palm grabs your face & tugs you into his chest. you pout up at him but his gaze stays glued to the screen.
โkento,โ his voice is cool. โthe guest list. you were saying?โ
youโre buttoning & unbuttoning his shirt with your lips jut out but ryomen sukuna pays you no mind.
โyes,โ nanami picks up a pen, neck rash red. โi was sayingโโ
โkuna,โ
you interrupt nanami with a finger tugging at your boyfriendโs necklace. sukuna sighs, doesnโt look down at you or your pout.
โtell me.โ
โcan we have cake for dinner ?โ
โno.โ he taps something on his keyboard. โkento, go ahead.โ
โright. i thinkโโ
โkuna,โ
sukuna breathes. โtell me.โ
โyou shouldnโt say no to your girlfriend.โ
โmy bad, sweetheart.โ heโs sighing now but his palm squeezes your thigh. โkento.โ
โright. as i was sayingโโ
โkuna,โ
sukuna closes his eyes. one second, two, & he can still feel you looking up at him with that soft, sweet pout. he wonโt kiss it away. not here, not now.
โtell me, baby.โ
โi canโt, itโs embarrassing.โ
heโs pinching his nose now, eyes shut as you sit up on his thigh. through the screen nanamiโs eyes are twitching & his lips are pursed like heโs resisting the urge to ask if youโre deadass.
sukuna finally turns to you; bleary-eyed & gaze half-lidded. โsay it in my ear ?โ
you nod & he leans down with an ear to your lips. your gloss stains the shell when you lean closer:
โiโm horny.โ
sukuna blinks. he wants to ask how the hell that happened, if youโre messing with him, if you have any sense of time & place and why your gaze is shy as if heโd ever tell you no.
he turns back to his laptop, necklace still in your grip. โkento, something came up. rain check?โ
โliar. i heard that.โ
sukuna slams his laptop shut. you squeal as he lifts you in his arms.
2. BIMBO DIARIES #2 : I WANNA TWERK ON THE FLOโ !
God has blessed gojo satoru with the gift of legwork. so just as david danced before the lord, gojo satoru dances on sigma-chiโs table with all his might.
with you right beside him, of course.
sigma-chiโs frat house is sweat-soaked bodies pressed together & neon lights on a friday evening. by the corner to the left, ryomen sukuna is watching you with a cup to his lips & bleary eyes.
on the center table, gojo is twirling you around with his chain glinting & cap tilted off. you cheer along with the crowd as the music switches to burna boy & gojo throws it back. nanami kento is somewhere near the bar, cheeks flushed & praying the wineโs strong enough to help him forget the sight.
โryomen,โ suguruโs voice is sudden beside him. โget your girl off that table. quickly.โ
sukuna shoots him a side eye. โget your boyfriend off first.โ
on the table youโre still cheering, grin clumsy, hair soaked against your neck & cup in your hands. sukuna catches your eye. you blow him a kiss but he keeps a straight face. you pout once & he raises a palm to catch it lazily before you beam & resume dancing like an episode character.
beside him, suguru doesnโt blink. โheโs not my boyfriend. and stop deflecting.โ
โyou let him sleep in your bed.โ
โhe has nightmares.โ
โhe has a crush on you.โ
geto ignores his statement. โiโm not playing with you. i want her off the table now. she shouldnโt even be hereโi told you no shein outfits in my frat house.โ
as if on cue, toji walks by, 500% polyester shirt squeaking through the music. sukuna raises a brow.
โheโs a brother! i canโt do anything about it!โ
โwhatever you say, vice.โ sukuna drawls, taking a swig from his cup. his eyes flit back to you on the table. youโre laughing away and still drunk & dancing, but now your knees are bruised & wobbly & his brows scrunch because you might fall any second.
you stumbleโjust once, just slightly, & ryomen sukuna is already moving.
heโs squeezing through drunk bodies now, alcohol sloshing around in his cup. ahead of him geto is already there, begging satoru to please come down. he sets his cup on a passing tray & heโs by your side at the table in seconds.
โkuna!โ you cheer, eyes meeting his & still dancing. โhi, baby!โ
โhi, beautiful,โ his voice is soft as you dance your way over to him, heavy palms coming up to catch your hips. he looks up at your flushed cheeks & bright eyes before pressing a kiss to your thigh. โtime to stop dancing.โ
you squeak, jerking out of his hold to run away. โnoโ! iโm still having fun with satoruโโ
you make about three steps before he catches your heel & tugs you into his chest.
โput me down, ryo!โ
โno, youโre done.โ
โno!โ youโre whacking his chest as he shifts your thighs over his arms to carry you bridal style. โput me down! put! me! down!โ
sukuna ignores you. โryomen! i swear if you donโt put me down right now iโllโโ
โcan you shut up for five seconds?โ
ryomen sukuna is tired. bones limp, eyes bleary, neck rash red for no good reason. he knows he shouldnโt snap but the words seem to work because you go silent & still in his arms.
too still.
he wonโt look down. it doesnโt matter anywayโyouโll get over it. he did it for the best & he doesnโt care if you cry becauseโ
โfuck, waitโbaby donโt cry,โ
heโs much too late. your lashes are already tear rimmed & youโre squeezing his shirt while peering up at him with glossy eyes. sukuna bites his lip. god, what has he done?
โis it because i embarrass you?โ you sniffle, lips wobbly & cheeks hot from the alcohol. โis that why you never let me dance?โ
sukuna exhales, breath shaky, gaze pulling away from yours because heโs never been good at looking you in the eyes after making you cry.
โthatโs not true and you know it,โ he squeezes your thigh. โi donโt care about you dancing. i care about you not breaking your leg.โ
you soften in his grip, peering up at him for a beat.
โkuna?โ
โtell me.โ
โi forgive you.โ
sukuna scoffs, patting your hip. โthank you, angel. and geto is an idiot.โ he mumbles the last part.
youโre still peeking up at him, still drunk & starry-eyed. โkuna.โ
โtell me, baby.โ
โi love you.โ
ryomen sukuna kisses your hair. he doesnโt say it back but you feel it in how he grips you tighter.
3. BIMBO DIARIES #3 : DRESS UP DARLING !
the only thing between ryomen sukuna & his sunday afternoon nap is his beautiful girlfriend with her back against his chest.
sukuna is tired. on sundays like these he always is, limbs groggy & eyes heavy with sleep. he has his cheek in your neck & his arms around your waist. his backโs against the headboard and yours is on his own.
โkuna.โ
โtell me.โ
you turn to show him a jacket on your phone. โshould i get this?โ
sukuna nods. he parts his lips to speak but whatever he says is drowned out by sleep.
โkuna.โ
โtell me, baby.โ
โthis pink dress, or the green one?โ
sukuna squints. your screen is too bright in his face & he wants to tell you to move it away but he doesnโt. his thumb circles your hips, โgreen one.โ
you frown, glaring at him. โare you mentally illiterate?โ
sukuna blinks. he doesnโt know what that means. he wants to ask, but you likely donโt know either.
โyou know i donโt like green.โ
โso why was it even an option.โ
you ignore him & turn back to scroll through your phone. heโs watching you click through items now with his thumb still brushing your hip. a top, some boots, a dress he knows youโll wear once & never againโand the total only climbs up. by the time youโre done the total is $400. he can only hope you double checked it was CAD & not USD.
he closes his eyes against your neck, body limp & heavy with sleep.
โkuna.โ your voice is warm in his ear.
โtell me.โ
โi donโt actually want to buy all this.โ
sukuna cracks an eye open. heโs still pressed against your neck, warm & half-awake, & he can see your lashes fluttering & cheeks swollen in the heat. he doesnโt ask what you meanโyour voice beats him to it.
โi just wanted to buy something pretty,โ you murmur, small & half-shy. โso i look pretty. for you.โ
sukuna blinks. and then he sighs, because youโre silly & ridiculous & so fucking his.
โyou always look pretty,โ he mumbles lazily into your shoulder blade, eyes fluttering shut. โand you know this. i tell you every time.โ
you bite your fingernail, turning a little to meet his head buried in your neck.
โkuna,โ
โtell me.โ
โi love you.โ
ryomen sukuna only sighs. heโll never say it back but you feel it in how he tugs you into his chest to lie on top of him.
you pout, โkuna.โ
โtell me, baby.โ
โcan i still order it ?โ you have your chin on his chest now, peering up at him through pretty lashes as sukuna tries, tries to go to sleep.
โorder it, princess.โ
โwith your card ?โ
sukuna grits his teeth. โwith my card.โ
BIMBO DIARIES , end.
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leon lay next to you, his breathing humming in your ear as you rest on his chest, his fingers lazily running over your hip where a sliver of skin between your shirt and shorts was exposed. his attention was on the television - some old movie playing in the background - while yours was on him.
you eventually look up at him, taking in his features as he continues to stare at the screen. he had always been good-looking, but you thought it impossible for someone to get even more attractive the older they got.
he could feel your gaze on him, you hadn't been paying much attention to the movie to begin with, and he looks down at you with a small lopsided smirk. "what're you looking at, baby?"
his hand that was tracing across your skin moved up, fingers coming to brush a piece of your hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering on your earlobe.
"have you ever thought about getting a new haircut?" you ask casually, but there was a means to it.
he raised an eyebrow, amused, at the question. it wasn't at all what he was expecting to hear from you. after all, he knew you loved his hair.
"a new haircutโฆ?" he repeated. "noโฆ i haven't given it much thought. why?"
you reach up to brush the hair from his face now, revealing the parts that are always hidden away by it, "i just want to be able to see all of you."
his smirk softens into something more tender, and he turns his face just enough to press a slow kiss against your palm.
"you want to see all of me? wrinkles and all?" he murmurs, voice rough with affection.
"wrinkles and all." you affirm without even a second of hesitation.
he let out a quiet scoff, even more amused now, and touched at the same time.
"baby, i'm going grey. you don't want-"
"shh-" you pinch his cheeks gently, causing his lips to pout a little. god, he looked so adorable. "i said wrinkles and all. i meant it." you give him a quick peck before pulling back away.
he couldn't help but let out a low laugh, the sound rumbling through his perfectly sculptured chest. you had always been able to disarm him, specifically when it came to his self-deprecation as he got older. it was no wonder he was so damn in love with you.
"you're too good to me, you know that?" he murmured, his voice rough but tinted with a sheen of vulnerability.
"no." you shake your head firmly. "i just know what you need. the same way you always know what i need."
your hands wander back up to brush the hair from his face as you look at him. really look at him.
he watches as your eyes trace over his features. it was as if you could see right through him, laying bare all the things he kept buried just below the surface. you always saw him, even when he tried his best to hide.
his hand moved, coming to hold your wrists, his thumbs lightly tracing over your pulse points. "what am i gonna do with you?"
it was a quiet question, spoken almost more to himself than to you.
he didn't deserve you. you could argue all you wanted against that, and he knew you would, but to him, it was true. he was so broken, so whethered compared to you.
you could have anyone, someone without scars or trauma or age lines. and yet here you were, with him.
"love me forever. hopefully." you eventually answer, that soft little smile he loved so much pulling at the corners of your mouth.
god, he was a goner for that.
a quiet scoff falls from him, his hands now moving to pull you onto his lap. he wanted you closer. always closer.
"i'll love you until the day i die," he said, his voice low and full of conviction, "and even after that, too. probably still annoy the hell out of you as a ghost."
"oh, i know you will," you chuckle softly, arms wrapping around his neck.
he hummed in response, the deep, growl-like one that always sent shivers up your spine, as his hands moved to rest on the bare skin of your waist once more. his grip was firmer now, almost as if he was trying to keep you tethered to him.
"you're stuck with me, sweetheart. no backsies."
you press your lips gently against his, "i wouldn't have it any other way."
my perfect summer day: waking up and putting on my pink bikini to go to the beach, tanning on my victoriaโs secret towel with lana playing from my speaker, a bowl of fresh fruit beside me, swimming in the ocean all day, then going home to get ready, admiring my tan lines in the shower, lotioning up with pink hibiscus lotion, and getting all dolled up and pretty to go to dinner, just to repeat it all again the next day แญ แจณเฌ