in which satoru buys you matching thongs ⊹ fem!reader ⋮ suggestive（?）
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"can we buy matching thongs?" satoru chirps the second you two walk by the victoria secret's store, displaying the laciest and most gorgeous lingerie sets on the mannequins. you turn your head to him, scrunching your face in confusion as you ask him to repeat what he'd just said.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"c'mon!" he trills, already pulling you inside the shop before you can even try to retaliate back. "i've seen people do it on tiktok, so let's buy a set and do it ourselves? whatcha say?" — though you know he's going to make you do it regardless of what your response may be. so with a sigh, you follow him and start scavenging for the perfect matching pair.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀much to your boyfriend's dismay, they don't really sell 'boyfriend & girlfriend matching thongs', so you have to settle for just buying the same item. he rummages through the entire store, looking for the perfect ones. in the end, you both settle for these hot pink thongs with shiny gems embedded all along the hip bands.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀as soon he pays, he's dragging you to the changing rooms and unbuckling his pants. you just stare at him in disbelief, a soft scoff leaving your lips as he pulls out the thongs. "let's wear them now!" he says, pressing a wet smooch to your cheeks. you roll your eyes at his incessant odd behaviour . . but unfortunately, this is what you do love about him. and so you remove your own panties, replacing them with the new blingy lingerie.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀the second you both change into them, satoru takes out his phone and positions it right down to your hips. he tells you to hug him and to pull the gem stoned band over the waistband of your jeans, just the way he had done. he slips his hand in the back pocket of your jeans, pulling you close to him so that your body is now flush against his. both of your thong straps glint prettily under the changing room lights, and your plush belly presses up against his stomach, showing off a bit of his toned abs that'd been exposed cause of his tee that had ridden up slightly to flash his shiny new undergarments.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀he snaps a few photos, the giddiest smile stretched across his face as he picks out his favourite to post on his story. "you're really sharing this?" you giggle, carding your fingers through his hair. satoru replies with a simple 'duh', like it's the most obvious thing in the world.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀the story receives a numerous comments in a matter of minutes — here's a few：
shokoieri ⫶ my fave lesbian couple. happy pride 💗
princesugu ⫶ this had to be gojo's idea
k.nanami ⫶ Is this a new trend amongst the young couples?
satomiu ⫶ u shoulda bought matching bras too
nobody knows their favorite singer secretly posts videos of himself fucking his girlfriend ୨୧ choso kamo x fem!reader ୨୧ i can't write smut for shit but i still hope you guys like it <3
choso does the unthinkable. he brings you on stage at one particular sold out concert. you didn't know he was gonna do that. the crowd goes wild, screaming and cheering. you see some fans give you stink faces but you just smirk at them.
choso is a part of one of the biggests bands. he is super famous, more famous than you could've ever predicted. fans go crazy over him, selling out his shows in seconds. you're proud of him.
what people don't know is their favorite singer shoots sex videos with his lovely girlfriend.
he's pretty famous on those sites too. many people subscribe to watch both of you pleasure each other. he makes so much money just from shooting with you, and no one even knows its him.
after the concert, he takes you to his hotel room. he doesn't even sit for a minute and rest. he sets his phone up, making sure the camera doesn't catch your faces, and pushes you against the wall.
the camera starts recording as his hands trail over your body.
"all for me, ay?" he says deeply, nipping your ears and squeezing the plush of your ass. you arch your back, pressing into him. you can feel his bulge press against you and you smile.
"this for me too?" you give him a seductive smile, hand trailing down to squeeze the bulge gently. he huffs, stuffing his face into your neck.
he rubs against your hand, whining at the feeling. you kiss his cheek and peel him off of you.
he catches your lips, tongue diving in your mouth in record time. choso hates wasting time. he licks your mouth all over, moaning at the taste while you try to keep up.
he pushes your dress up, hands squeezing your thighs before yanking your panties down agressively. he knows what the viewers like.
his hands run all over your hips as he kisses you like you're the air he needs to breathe. he squeezes your ass in his hands and rubs his bulge over your bare cunt.
"fuck." he whispers into your mouth. pre cum soaks his boxers while your slick soaks his pants. he loves the feeling.
he pulls your dress off all the way and smiles at the sight. no bra, just how he likes it. he takes one of your nipples into his mouth and sucks on it, making you gasp sharply.
he smiles, pulling away and unbuttoning his pants. you pant softly, waiting for him.
when he pulls his boxers down, his cock springs out. you have to hold from laughing. he was always so cute. his cheeks flush, no matter how confident he may seem, he always got shy when it came to this.
he glances at you with a shy smile.
"want my cock bad, baby, huh?" he says with a raspy voice, though his expression on his face is innocent. the viewers can't see his face, they can't see the cute blush on his cheeks and the sweet smile on his lips.
filming with choso was always like this. he always has the cutest expressions while saying dirty things.
you pull him close by his waist and kiss him, rubbing your hips on his. he pumps his cock once, moaning, then again.
"do i need to prepare you?" he whispers, asking genuinely. you shake your head. "im good."
he smiles sweetly, pecking your lips.
"gonna fuck you so good." he says raspy again. you try not to giggle at the acting, but it is kind of funny.
he picks you up by the thighs and pushes you against the wall. he lines his cock up to your hole and slowly pushes in. the burn is yummy, as he fills you up.
"ughh!" you moan loudly. you hold onto his shoulders as he finally sinks all the way in. the feeling is familiar but it still feels very good. choso takes a moment to let you adjust before slowly rocking his hips.
"fuck, baby, you're so warm—mm." he mumbles out as he takes you. you arch your back against the wall as he starts to thrust a little harder.
"shit squeezing so tight!" he whimpers, fucking your pussy harshly. you whine, digging your nails into his shoulders, leaving small crescents on his skin.
"so—full, ngh!" you cry out. choso picks up the pace, hitting right up against your sweet spot. you whine loudly as he bullies the spot. his tips pounds over and over again till you feel your stomach tighten.
your pussy starts to clench tightly and choso starts to thrust sloppily.
"fuck—so tight! squeezing me so—shit—tight." he whines into your shoulder.
you can't hold on much longer, letting go and cumming on his cock. choso moans at the feeling of you clenching down on him. he nearly cries out from the pressure.
you feel him finish inside, rocking his cock in and out slowly. he pulls out and carries you to the bed. he kisses your shoulder before walking to his phone and turning the video off.
he'll edit and post it later, for now, he wants to be with you.
“Please, don’t give up on me.” — TXT feat. Caleb (Xia Yizhou)
Synopsis: You never realized how much of a toll a long work trip could be for your boyfriend, especially as he slowly drowns into his own thoughts. OR comforting your poor baby.
Tags and notes: 4K words of pure hurt/comfort, crying, panic attacks, self care, fluff, cuddling, my baby (he better come home for his bday), words of reassurance, hints of unhealthy and toxic self stereotyping if you squint, give this man a hug, Caleb is described to take anxiety and other pills, has depression, bipolar disorder. Soothing, bed-rotting, NOT PROOFREAD, JUST MADE AT 2AM.
This had been in my drafts for far too long from a request I lost. Sorry for the weird request/uploading schedule, but I was thinking about how we don’t talk about Caleb and his hints of being toxic towards himself, distancing and clinging on, and I plan to make this agenda happen..
Caleb hasn’t been doing well mentally, and had shut his girlfriend out for a two month, and it didn’t help you had missions over missions.
You finally had come to pay him a visit.
You inhaled deeply as you turn the front door knob to Caleb’s apartment. You hoped he was at home, because leaving him for a whole two months because of an unavoidable mission as one of deepspace’s best hunters was bad enough. But before you left, knowing the state Caleb was in? It broke your heart when he was possibly the most vulnerable in his mental state that you inconveniently left.
You promised to text him every day when you could and call every week, but a week before the big work trip, when you were packing up stuff and busy prepping, he stopped texting. He wasn’t online, answering anything. Not even a good morning.
You’d text him about taking his medicine, no response. Eating properly, nothing. Getting to work safely, silence. And this was very out of the ordinary, knowing that your boyfriend was the exact opposite of non-chalant and had no shame in texting you good mornings (at four am in the morning, but who cares) and spam texting you with every single inconvenience or just trying to convince you to visit him.
Just your boyfriend knowing you were at home, his household, no, the both of yours, wearing your (his) t-shirt and waiting for him could soothe him.
But now, as the slow four weeks went by, his profile never seemed to have turned online or read your messages. You knew what was happening, unfortunately. You knew that Caleb battled his own mind with depression, anxiety, bipolar disorder and trauma, especially trauma. So he'd, on instinct, just close himself up.
And though very alarming at first, you knew he’d come crawling back into your arms and tell you everything after a few hours, or usually up to a few days.Which then he’d reply to every singular message you texted him in an almost annoying way, but that was Caleb.
So where was your Caleb?
Something wasn’t right, your heart fluttered, and desperate to wrap the mission up as quickly as possible, you returned a day and a half early back to Linkon where you didn’t miss a beat and immediately booked the skytrain to Skyhaven after quickly showering, changing into more suitable clothes instead of looking like you survived war. You didn’t need to pack much.
Literally just a small purse and a phone to spend preferably, no, actually three weeks. Because you were requesting some time out of office, with a sob story that you had priorities, Caleb.
Your heart ached every time you thought about his sad puppy eyes and if he had ears, deflating in desolation as you kissed him a long goodbye.
You couldn’t articulate why just two months away was so long, considering you’ve reunited after a whole year of grieving for his “death” but nevertheless, it seemed longer because it took a toll on him.The moment the train reached Skyhaven plaza, you bolted out, turned back around to retrieve your purse you accidentally left, and took anotyou slow transit bus to Caleb’s residence. And now you were there, hoping endlessly that there was a sign of him fine.
You had to physically shake your head from those thoughts.From the doorframe, his penthouse looked messy. Boots looked like he just tossed them carelessly when they were usually aligned neatly on the shoe rack. Dirty dishes piled up in the sink and even the counter beside the sink and dust collecting everywhere. And the thought his you..
You rapped on the door softly, in the way you and Caleb always did since childhood to let each each other know that it was them. Long, short,short, long. Originally it was a whole ritual, but this was just the shortened version you shortened throughout the years.
There was still heavy breathing, almost as if the person behind was gasping for air.You push the door open, and let out a sharp exhale, the colour that was drained from your face slowly seeping back. Your clammy hands felt more relaxed. Caleb, but worry still wrote all over your face. You walk closer to the bed, and he’s tossing and turning, mumbling incoyouent things.
You kneel onto the bed, your weight slightly sinking the mattress. He was having a nightmare, wasn’t he?
You’ve danced to this before, and you were basically a professional on how to handle Caleb. You stroke the back of his bedridden hair before your hand trying to nudge in the space between him sleeping on his front and the wrinkled sheets. Your hand could feel soft prickles all over the lower part of his face.
He must’ve not looked at his face for quite a bit you thought, but you didn’t care how he looked at the moment. “Caleb..” you softly whisper out, and he tensed a little from your voice or his dream, you weren’t sure. He looked rough. Like he hasn’t been sleeping well in days. Part of you wanted to snuggle in with him and console him until it was all over, another part was screaming that you needed to wake him up.
“Guess who’s ho-ome.” You softly sing out, not wanting to startle him, that could be the worst possible outcome for someone like him. His breath staggers a little in return before his eyes try to flutter open.
And when they did, his once bright violet eyes looked numb. Sad and soulless. Like his brain had been offline.
“Hey baby.”
You whisper down at him. He sits up, sort of robotically before he really wakes up, and when he does?
“Pipsqueak?” His hoarse voice rasps out, his eyes widening and his imaginary ears that drooped low the last time you “saw” them, perked up. Tears rimmed around the bottom of his eyes. You gently smile and hold his hand.
“Yeah, I’m here now.” And those tears threaten to spill out waterfall, as he immediately wraps his arms around you so quickly you almost fall back onto the sheets. You shakily chuckle as he sobs into the crook of your near, warm tears running down your collar bone. His stubble pricks a bit of your neck, but you couldn’t care less as you finally wrap your arms around his broad back as he shakes, your heartstrings threatening to just snap off from heartbreak.
“My pretty boy..” you trail. He doesn’t let go for a good three minutes, in fact, tightening his grip around you as if you’d disappear again before you feel his hands loosen and he collapses onto you, and the both of you fall back into the sheets.
You giggled unsure how to react as you hold back tears of your own. And you get back up and notice how rough he looked. Apart from his puffy eyes, heavy eye bags drooped under his almost emotionless eyes that you shuddered seeing, and his stubble around him told you everything you needed to know.
He didn’t smell like his usual scent of sweet apples and a warm July evening. No, it seemed like he wasn’t able to physically shower.
He had an old faded DAA university hoodie that looked like that was the only thing he’s worn. And with dirty sweatpants.
You tried being discreet as possible but Caleb noticed you eyeing him up and down and became very self-conscious. He awkwardly placed a hand at the back of his neck and looked around at the usually clean but now very messy room.“I..I found it hard to..” he was about to mumble, looking embarrassed but you cradle the right side of his cheek.
“I get it.” And that’s all you had to say before his glossy eyes almost took over as he tremoured to shakily explain himself.
“It was already hard enough ‘fore you left an’ then…then..I don’ know wha’ happened..” Your heart broke at the thought of him silently struggling alone.
“Why didn’t you text me back? I was worried sick.” You asked.
“Couldn’t bring myself to do it. Thought I was being clingy. What kind of boyfriend or man is so clingy, he.. he can’t live without his girlfriend..?”
“My Man.” You whisper.
He looks up to meet with your eyes.
“I couldn’t take it, what if you were..you were.. an’ if by texting you, I’d be more scared.. and..” “you were trying to protect yourself in a way.” You finished off for him, because even though he was jumbling his words, you could always understand him.
He nods, defeat and past anxiety dancing in his eyes. You let out a breath and know what you have to do. “Come on, when’s the last time you took a shower?” And you lead him up, in which he sort of stumbles before using his evol to balance him out, which then makes you really wonder how long it’s been since he got out of bed. He is a little flustered, looks at the ground before murmuring.
“ ‘round a few weeks..” like he was waiting for you to judge him. But you didn’t. Didn’t even make a joke about how bad he smelt. You lead him to the bathroom and turn on the shower knob, not making it hot or cold, just warm in general. You have to physically drag him in, as he sort of follows you, a little clueless. You rub the palm of his hand and gesture to him to get in.
“Want me to stay or to leave?” You ask. “Stay.” He sniffles and you help him out of his clothes, quickly running to the washing machine to throw in (violently). You stay outside, holding a towel as you sit on top of the elongated bathroom marbles counter, smiling at him in which he’d return a weak smile back.
Once he finished up after gently reminding him time was up, you handed him the towel to cover himself and hold up a couple of hygiene supplies. You hold up a razor, your face wash and some of your skincare that you once jokingly(?) warned him to not use, though it was clear he didn’t heed your warnings and just replaced them before you came.
“I’m really getting spoiled today, huh?” He attempted a grin and you were happy just seeing a smile. Fake or not.“It’s part of the girlfriend care package?” You wink and smile. And a few moments later, you have him in between your legs dangling from the counter as you shaved the stubble off.
“You honestly look cute with it, but you also look like a sleep-deprived dad.” You joke, as with utter precision and care you avoid nicking him. “You really think I’m cute when I’m like this?” He slowly whispers. The dark blue razor is just upheld in your hand, in the air as you think about what to say. Because just complimenting him wasn’t…deep enough.
You looked back up at him and smiled as you carried on with the last part of his face.“Caleb, do you think I’m pretty?” You softly tease with the question hanging in the air. He looks up, almost surprised, voice raspy from days of silence. “Yeah,Of course.”You smile for a heartbeat really trying to keep it in but then your expression falters. He looks thinner, the edges of him dulled and you really notice how his eyes are red-rimmed and hollow. The air smells like dust and stale coffee.
“Then… why don’t you ever believe it when I tell you you’re handsome?”Caleb blinks, thrown. You lean in forward and cup his face in both hands. your thumb drags gently over the rough stubble along his jaw, the texture of raw neglect.
“You used to shave. Remember when we were kids? You used to smile like an idiot when I called you beautiful? Now you look at yourself like you’re something broken.”
Your boyfriend opens his mouth, but the words stick in his throat. You shake your head, eyes glistening.
“You are enough. You always have been. You’re my favorite face in the world. The way your eyes light up when you talk about childhood, Lego buildings, just teasing me, the way you laugh like it surprises you every time,God, I missed that. I missed you.”
your voice trembles and you press your forehead to his. “You don’t know what it did to me, seeing you like this. You’ve been torturing yourself, haven’t you? Thinking I wouldn’t come back, or that you weren’t worth waiting for.”
he doesn’t answer. His silence says everything. Your hands cup his cheeks tighter.
“Listen to me. You’re kind. You’re gentle. You love like it’s the only thing you know how to do. You take care of people even when you’re falling apart. You’re the best man I’ve ever known, and I hate that you can’t see that.”
your voice cracks, tears running freely now.
“So yeah, I’m pretty. But you—” your thumb traces his now cleanly shaven cheekbone, trembling “—you’re beautiful. Not because you look perfect, but because you love like this. Because you feel like this. Because you survived it.”
He finally exhales, a sound between a sob and a breath, and collapses into you. His hands clutch you like she’s the only thing keeping him from disappearing.
“I just thought…you… my pipsqueak would leave her Gege if you ever saw me like this.” He mumbles.
“Never, especially when you’re like this.” You whisper. “I stopped checking my phone. Every time it buzzed, I froze. If it wasn’t you, it just… hurt too much.”
You tilt his chin up until he meets your eyes. “I was gone, but I never left you. Not for a second. He gives a soft, broken laugh, forehead pressed to yours. “You’re the only thing that makes me feel real.” Caleb whispers.“This is all real, Caleb. Me sitting on your bathroom counter, coercing you into using my face scrubs, I’m here.”
You press a long, deliberate kiss to his cheek. It feels like time stood still as he leaned into your touch, exhaling as his arms rightfully found his way to your waist. You pull back, and he almost elicits a whine before you give him a watery smile, sniffle as you rub your nose and jump off the counter.
“I think it’s time to get you home-cooked food. Don’t pretend I didn’t see plastic plates and McDonald’s take out bags in the trash.” Your boyfriend smiles as you guide him back to bed, tucking him in with a fresh set of pajamas like a mother hen. You plant a kiss on his forehead, temple and lips after stroking his hair a little bit
. You hum a tune, a slow and sweet one. That one song you and him both discovered once upon a time of early dating. The memories of dancing together,barefoot with pajamas in the middle of the night as popcorn for midnight-munchies were being heated.
His eyes flutter shut, and you slip out after picking up a couple of clothes from the floor and sorted them either into the washing hamper, or back in his closet, neatly tucked and colour coded like he meticulously arranged them. Your work wasn’t done even if you just put your darling to sleep.
You were determined to wash all those dishes, piled after pile. And tackling the garbage from the bin and scattered all over the floor. And an hour of humming tunes where you swore you could hear Caleb very off-key harmonizing with you in the back of your mind, this apartment was clean.
Caleb was safe and clean. It would take him a large amount of time to slowly climb out of this slump, and you’d be sure to let him know that you were there with every little step of the way.
“Baby?” You hear his faint croak. You walk back to the bedroom, peeking your head from the doorframe. “Please..come here.” The bed feels different tonight.warmer, quieter, safer. The air still smells faintly of your shampoo, the one scent that hadn’t entirely disappeared from his sheets.
He lies on his side, back pressed against your chest, your arm wrapped snugly around his waist. His breathing is uneven, still learning how to slow down after two long, hollow months. You can feel the exhaustion in his body, the way his muscles tense even as he tries to rest.“I’m sorry,” he whispers into the dark.You blink, half-awake, your voice groggy but gentle.
“For what?”He hesitates, fingers twisting in the blanket like he needs something to hold onto. “For looking like this,” he finally murmurs. “For letting everything fall apart. I thought you’d come back, see me, see the place, and just… want to leave. I figured you’d want to do other things. Be with someone who didn’t—” He stops, voice breaking in the quiet. “—who didn’t fall apart so easily.”
Your heart cracks.
You tighten your arm around him, pulling him closer until your chest presses to his back and your lips are right by his ear. “Hey,” you whisper. “Look at me.”He hesitates, then rolls slightly, enough for his eyes to meet yours in the soft light seeping through the curtains. His face looks so tired,his cheeks a little sunken, his eyes rimmed with the kind of ache you can’t sleep off.“You think I came all this way to judge you for surviving?” you ask quietly. “You think I care about dishes or dust or any of that?
You were alone, hurting, trying to hold yourself together when you thought I might never come back. Of course things fell apart. You were hurting.”
You reach up and brush your fingers through his messy hair, thumb resting at his temple. “I didn’t fall in love with you because you had it together all the time. I fell in love with you because of how you love,because even when you’re breaking into pieces, you still care.”
His breath stutters, eyes glistening as his chest rises and falls like he’s trying not to cry. You lean in, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, then another to the corner of his mouth.“You didn’t scare me off,” you whisper.
“You make me want to stay.”That’s when he breaks. His shoulders shake as he turns in your arms, hiding his face against your collarbone. You hold him tighter, your fingers tracing circles across his back. His voice comes out small, muffled against your skin. “You don’t know how bad it got.”
You swallow hard, steadying your voice. “Then show me,” you say. “Let me see all of it. We’ll fix it together, okay?”He nods against you, trembling a little. You press your lips to his hair. “You don’t have to be perfect for me to love you,” you murmur.
“You just have to be here.”He exhales, slow and shaky, and the tension finally leaves his body. You keep tracing patterns along his arm, whispering into his hair, “We’ve got time now. No more counting days. No more empty bed. Just us.”
He doesn’t answer, but he doesn’t need to.
You can feel it in the way he melts into you, the way his breathing evens out. For the first time in months, he drifts off in your arms,safe, quiet, and finally home.
sukuna vs your pregnancy cravings (suggestive themes ahead)
“psst…kuna..wake up!” you hissed at your snoring husband. it was currently 1:34am and you should’ve definitely been asleep but your pregnancy cravings refused to let you rest until they were satiated.
when sukuna goes to sleep, he’s out like a light and as good as dead. so you had to shake him for a good few minutes before he started showing signs of stirring awake.
“mmh– what..?” he grumbles still very much half-asleep.
“i’m hungryyy!”
“s’way too fucking early. n can’t be healthy eating at this time. js’ go back to sleep.” he murmurs while pulling you closer and splaying a protective hand over your round belly thinking that would be the end of it.
but now? it’s quiet — too quiet. and you’re not melting into his embrace like you normally do. the silence breaks when soft sniffles and hitched breathing could be heard as you pull away from his hold.
“woman..what bothers you now?” sukuna treads lightly so to not set you off further when you’re already clearly upset. he would never tell you this but your mood swings genuinely terrify him (also turn him on when you’re mad at him).
“so do you just want me and your baby to starve to death?!” you shriek at him with glossy eyes.
“WHAT?! when the hell did i say–”
“be honest, do you think i’m fat and ugly now? i-is that what it is? do you h–hate me now?” you cut him off and wipe away the helpless tears now streaming down your face.
“fuck no. to all of that. y’look so fucking sexy like this. want me to prove it? could stuff you full a different way~” sukuna’s large hands squeeze your tits to which you quickly slap away. not that it didn’t feel good, but you had a craving to attend to first.
“eww, no! actually– maybe later. right now i’m having a food craving..”
dear god. you just recently started having more cravings and every single one of them have been clinically insane. for example, you recently used his card to buy a chamoy pickle set from tiktok shop because according to your own words, ‘the baby demanded so’.
in all of sukuna’s years on this earth, that may have been the first ever original sentence he’s heard. and he’s heard a lot.
“well, what is it?”
“okay, so i was scrolling on tiktok an hour ago because your snoring woke me up and i couldn’t fall back asleep–”
“i do not snore.” he quickly chimes in to defend himself.
“DO NOT INTERRUPT ME RYOMEN! anyways where was i…oh yeah! so there were loads of ramen mukbangs on my for you page and then i saw this other pregnant lady making her baby’s cravings into sandwiches and then i thought…i have to try that. along with the ramen. yeah, that’s it. end of my rant!”
to the average person, that may seem like enough. but sukuna is anything but average with his massive appetite that he’s also passed onto you. “right…so what else is inside the sandwich? can’t have you and baby ‘starving to death’ now, can we?”
“oops, silly me! that completely slipped my mind! umm, how about we use toasted focaccia bread, garlic butter and melted cheese on each slice. then the fillings can be…ramen, of course, extra creamy and cheesy! y’know how i like it~” you winked at him and could’ve sworn you noticed a tinge of pink in his ears before continuing,
“some guacamole, pickles, grilled halloumi, ooo some honey to go with that too! steak frites, pesto n some crispy fries. that should do it.” you smile beamingly at sukuna, so brightly that no one would even notice suspect that you were crying just a few minutes ago.
“our brat’s a fucking genius. we have everything at home so i’ll get started in the kitchen n order some wingstop since your meal’s light.”
“yay! i’ll keep you company!” you exclaim before swinging your legs over and slowly but surely waddling behind your husband into the kitchen.
thirty minutes later, you’re sat on the kitchen stool watching him cook with natural precision whilst snacking away on cheese for the ramen. honestly, it’s kinda hot how he can multitask different roles so easily — but he doesn’t need to know that and have his ego more inflated than it already is.
“hm, close your eyes f’me.” sukuna snaps you out of your daydreaming.
“huh- whyy?”
“just do it.”
“fine.” you huff but eventually do so and hear the sound of a plate settling in front of you.
“now open.” you open your eyes and gasp in awe, there was your sandwich exactly how you envisioned it. “ohmygod!! kuna this looks so good!!!” he smirks proudly at your excitement.
“go on, tell me what you think.” you take a massive bite and moan instantly, “i think i need some alone time with this. mmph– told you the ramen would work well.”
“never even doubted you, but whatever.” sukuna rolls his eyes but adds onto your state of pure bliss by massaging your shoulders making you let out a deep sigh in relief.
“i could die peacefully right now.”
“don’t say shit like that.” he scowls and your smile grows even further. aww, what a secret softie~
a few minutes later, the doorbell rings to which sukuna mumbles a brief “i’ll get it.” before returning with your wingstop — except it looks like he ordered one of everything from the menu.
“i know i said was hungry but this is way too much…”
“relax woman, ordered some for myself.” of course he did. your husband has always been a massive foodie and could easily devour the whole menu in minutes — reminding you of the food challenges you sometimes put him up to at restaurants to win extra money. and of course he wins every single time.
“oh? what happened to it being unhealthy to eat so late?” you giggle at using his own words against him.
“tch, might as well join you if yr’ so adamant on eating at this time.” he opens up the food from the box and gives your fair share, too lazy to get out plates and clean up more for no reason.
you spend the next hour or so talking about anything that comes to your mind. sukuna being his greedy self finished his meal in ten minutes and when the whole menu wasn’t enough, he began eyeing up your food instead of listening to you!
you still wanted to savour the rest of yours for later on the day, so you told sukuna to go back to bed whilst you hid your meal away in the fridge. he already knew what you were up to and could easily find your food but he knows better than to mess with you.
there’s been countless of times during your pregnancy where sukuna has made the grave mistake of eating your food that you were saving for later. all of which have resulted in you crying and giving him the silent treatment for hours (sometimes days) on end.
sukuna cleans up your plate before waiting for you in the bedroom. and god, you just want to jump at his bones for how good he looks despite waking up at 1am — but that can wait for later. instead you join him in bed as he spoons you and lifts your belly since learning about the relief it brings for you and the baby.
“thank you kuna, for doing all of this, always being there for me and your baby. i know you’re still learning, but i’m really proud of you.” you slowly turn over to face him when he doesn’t reply, knowing that he’s most likely overthinking again. “what’s up?”
“d’you think i’ll be a good dad? no matter what i js’ feel unprepared..” he mumbles into your shoulder, eyes shut and eyebrows furrowed.
“i know you will, you know why?” he looks up at you, ruby eyes softening as he awaits your response.
“because i’ve seen how you were with other kids like yuji at the start of our relationship and even now, how much growing respect he has for you each day that passes. and we have each other for support, i’m scared too but i feel better knowing that i’m learning every step with you.” you earnestly smile at him.
“damn, that was kinda poetic.” a small smirk shows up on his face.
“heh– what can i say?” you tease back, falling into a comforting silence after that with sukuna rubbing your belly.
“sleep well, brats.” he murmurs to both you and the baby.
“heard that.” you mutter on the brink of sleep.
“good. you were meant to.”
“shut up. and don’t think i forgot about what you said earlier, about proving a certain something? we’re coming back to that in the morning~”
well fuck.
notes: first time writing for sukuna hope i did him justice 🙂↔️ i love how domestic i wrote him 🥹 um should i write part 2 lmk…
You and Zuko end up having three wedding ceremonies.
The first was very small and very private, the only guests being your closest friends with Aang as the officiant.
The second ceremony happened because Iroh had missed the first one, as he was on a worldwide tea-sipping tour.
The third was held at the palace with a wedding party that ended up becoming a nationwide festival and lasted for twelve hours. By the fourth hour both you and Zuko got so overstimulated that you snuck out of your own party and went on your honeymoon.
nobody knows their favorite singer secretly posts videos of himself fucking his girlfriend ୨୧ choso kamo x fem!reader ୨୧ i can't write smut for shit but i still hope you guys like it <3
choso does the unthinkable. he brings you on stage at one particular sold out concert. you didn't know he was gonna do that. the crowd goes wild, screaming and cheering. you see some fans give you stink faces but you just smirk at them.
choso is a part of one of the biggests bands. he is super famous, more famous than you could've ever predicted. fans go crazy over him, selling out his shows in seconds. you're proud of him.
what people don't know is their favorite singer shoots sex videos with his lovely girlfriend.
he's pretty famous on those sites too. many people subscribe to watch both of you pleasure each other. he makes so much money just from shooting with you, and no one even knows its him.
after the concert, he takes you to his hotel room. he doesn't even sit for a minute and rest. he sets his phone up, making sure the camera doesn't catch your faces, and pushes you against the wall.
the camera starts recording as his hands trail over your body.
"all for me, ay?" he says deeply, nipping your ears and squeezing the plush of your ass. you arch your back, pressing into him. you can feel his bulge press against you and you smile.
"this for me too?" you give him a seductive smile, hand trailing down to squeeze the bulge gently. he huffs, stuffing his face into your neck.
he rubs against your hand, whining at the feeling. you kiss his cheek and peel him off of you.
he catches your lips, tongue diving in your mouth in record time. choso hates wasting time. he licks your mouth all over, moaning at the taste while you try to keep up.
he pushes your dress up, hands squeezing your thighs before yanking your panties down agressively. he knows what the viewers like.
his hands run all over your hips as he kisses you like you're the air he needs to breathe. he squeezes your ass in his hands and rubs his bulge over your bare cunt.
"fuck." he whispers into your mouth. pre cum soaks his boxers while your slick soaks his pants. he loves the feeling.
he pulls your dress off all the way and smiles at the sight. no bra, just how he likes it. he takes one of your nipples into his mouth and sucks on it, making you gasp sharply.
he smiles, pulling away and unbuttoning his pants. you pant softly, waiting for him.
when he pulls his boxers down, his cock springs out. you have to hold from laughing. he was always so cute. his cheeks flush, no matter how confident he may seem, he always got shy when it came to this.
he glances at you with a shy smile.
"want my cock bad, baby, huh?" he says with a raspy voice, though his expression on his face is innocent. the viewers can't see his face, they can't see the cute blush on his cheeks and the sweet smile on his lips.
filming with choso was always like this. he always has the cutest expressions while saying dirty things.
you pull him close by his waist and kiss him, rubbing your hips on his. he pumps his cock once, moaning, then again.
"do i need to prepare you?" he whispers, asking genuinely. you shake your head. "im good."
he smiles sweetly, pecking your lips.
"gonna fuck you so good." he says raspy again. you try not to giggle at the acting, but it is kind of funny.
he picks you up by the thighs and pushes you against the wall. he lines his cock up to your hole and slowly pushes in. the burn is yummy, as he fills you up.
"ughh!" you moan loudly. you hold onto his shoulders as he finally sinks all the way in. the feeling is familiar but it still feels very good. choso takes a moment to let you adjust before slowly rocking his hips.
"fuck, baby, you're so warm—mm." he mumbles out as he takes you. you arch your back against the wall as he starts to thrust a little harder.
"shit squeezing so tight!" he whimpers, fucking your pussy harshly. you whine, digging your nails into his shoulders, leaving small crescents on his skin.
"so—full, ngh!" you cry out. choso picks up the pace, hitting right up against your sweet spot. you whine loudly as he bullies the spot. his tips pounds over and over again till you feel your stomach tighten.
your pussy starts to clench tightly and choso starts to thrust sloppily.
"fuck—so tight! squeezing me so—shit—tight." he whines into your shoulder.
you can't hold on much longer, letting go and cumming on his cock. choso moans at the feeling of you clenching down on him. he nearly cries out from the pressure.
you feel him finish inside, rocking his cock in and out slowly. he pulls out and carries you to the bed. he kisses your shoulder before walking to his phone and turning the video off.
he'll edit and post it later, for now, he wants to be with you.
emo/stoner!choso being clingy to his sweet girlfriend ⧽ collage au ! , sfw , Choso being touchy , he’s high , + note at the end ‹𝟹
before you noticed him, you felt a lot of weight pilled on top of you. his face smushed between your boobs, as his body completely collapsed on top of you, legs between yours.
“cho your heavy!!” you grunted looking down as you tossed your phone to the side.
he nuzzled deeper into your chest, as if he was trying to sink into your skin. “your so warm. and comfortable.” his voice muffled into your shirt. it was low and soft, laced with sleepiness.
your hand finds his hair like it’s second nature, slightly scratching while your other hand finds his waist, while your thumb rubs the skin there from his shirt slightly lifting.
he hummed at the feeling, his hands wrapping around you. this was his favorite thing to do. seeing you all comfortable in his bed, in nothing but his tshirt and just a pair of panties. it was all he needed after a long day. to be in your embrace.
you rested your head against his soft hair, as your hands wrapping around him. “your such a big baby.”
he lifted his head, pouting his lips. “your big baby?”
you couldn’t help but giggle, he was probably high since he was being very clingier than usual.
you peaked his lips. “yes my big baby.” he smiled like a fool, returning back to his favorite spot.
“I love you princess.” you could feel his lips slowly kissing your chest. returning the favor you kissed his head, another thing he loved. “I love you more cho.” his hands slid under your shirt, slightly grazing under your boobs. the touch wasn’t sexual, it was a way of grounding him.
a few minutes of the two of you laying there comfortably together, you started to hear soft snoring. looking down Choso was knocked out. his lips slightly parted, a little drool wetting your shirt. your heart squeezes from how cute he looked.
you couldn’t help but watched him for a minute. oh you were definitely gonna tease him about it.
slowly pulling his hair out his pigtails, you pushed his hair back from his face, putting it into one lose pony knowing he would start to get overwhelmed by his hair being up in the morning. carefully pulling the covers over him, you turned off the lamp on the nightstand.
“night my baby.” you kissed his head one more final time, his hand slightly squeezing your waist as if even your touches still affected him in his sleep.
you soon drifted off to sleep with you clingy boyfriend on top of you, with his weight, the warmness from his body, and just his presence himself made you feel safe. it grounded you as well.
truly there was no other place you would rather be.
make this my reality.. emo Choso u will always have my heart.. but my first little something since I have been reading so many Choso fics and I just love that man down bad. 🙈 if it’s bad I apologizeee I’m no pro at this.. just for funzies 🥹🤍
When your Suguru had told you he wanted to show you a secluded beach nearby the village where he grew up, you didn’t expect to end up stuffed full of his cock in broad daylight!
“Su — Sugu, someone could see us.” You whined, burying your face in your arms in an attempt to hide your shame. Suguru laughed softly behind you, hips drilling into you and creating lewd smacks that seemed to echo the empty beach.
“Sweetheart, I told you, nobody ever comes here. It’s too far out in the country,” he leaned down, nibbling on your earlobe eliciting another soft whine from you. “I know that, but what if — oh shit, slow down — what if a-a local comes?” You reasoned, craning your head to meet his eyes.
Suguru’s hips slowed for a second, gazing around as if he was contemplating if you were right. Then all too casually, “Nah, we can make this quick, right, sweet girl?”
A moan escaped you when he pushed himself to the hilt once more, one large hand coming up to tangle in your hair and yank your head back. “Come on, let me hear you.”
His long hair shifted with each thrust, falling around to curtain your head.
“So pretty like this, what’re you going to do if someone walks past, hm? They’ll see you taking me like the good girl you are.” His voice is like honey, sweet and silky in your ear. You whimpered in response, squeezing your eyes shut as he continued to slam his hips into your ass.
Suguru moved his hair to one side and released his grip on your hair, bringing his arm up to your neck, locking you in a chokehold. You squealed as he flexed his bicep, your nails dug into the muscle to try and ground yourself.
You could feel every vein of his dick rubbing along your walls, notching that sweet spot so deep inside. He was letting out soft groans of his own in your ear, occasionally whimpering ever so slightly when you squeezed his length.
Your body felt as if it were on fire, the sweltering heat caused his skin to stick to yours every time his hips made contact with your ass. From this angle you could see how tan he had gotten on his arms, and feel just how big he was.
“You feel so good,” he purred into your ear before licking a lewd strip up the side of your neck. You could only moan in response, mind going blank as you felt your high approaching.
Suguru began to fuck into you harder, pressing his fat tip against your sweet spot over and over until you were sobbing into his arm. “Oh fuck — Sugu, please, I’m gonna cum,” you whined, lips attaching to his bicep as you tried to ground yourself.
“Yeah? Ah fuck, bite my bicep, baby. Do it and I’ll let you cum.”
You sunk your teeth into his flesh, not hard enough to draw blood but enough to make him grunt and for his rhythm to stutter.
Your slick and his pre coated his length, obscene squelch’s coukd be heard with every thrust. The coil wound tighter in your stomach and you felt your cunt practically pulse as you came around his dick.
The way your pussy convulsed had Suguru hurled into his own orgasm. He moaned languidly, pulling out quickly and allowing white ropes to fall on your ass.
Both of your chests heaved as the two of you came down from your highs. Suguru scooped up some of his come from your ass and held his fingers to your mouth. “It’s like ice cream,” he giggled as you suckled on his digits before doing the same for himself, but this time with your slick.
Before you could even think of an insult a loud shout could be heard from someone in bright yellow.
“Hey! No nudity on the beach!”
a/n: I JUST MADE SOME BSSS (written in like 5 minutes barely any coherent thought applied)
-`♡´- Stuffing! Choso's fingers in you at the lunch table..! :: 18+ :: fem!reader :: semi-public sex ::
Your friends from bio lab are already chattering about the upcoming midterm when you slide into the seat right beside Choso at the long cafeteria table. The lunch rush hums around you, trays clattering, voices overlapping, but Choso sits alone at the end like always, hood up, earbuds in, picking at his food without really eating. He doesn’t like company. Never has. Until you.
You lean over, press a quick kiss to his cheek like it’s nothing, then casually take his right hand under the table and guide it straight between your thighs. No panties today. Just bare, already slick skin waiting for him. His fingers brush the outer of your already slick plump cunt and he freezes, dark eyes flicking to you in silent surprise. You don’t even look at him, just keep smiling at your friends while you spread your legs a little wider under the skirt.
His large fingers press forward easily, two thick digits sliding through your wet heat and sinking straight into your pussy with a soft, filthy squelch only he can attune to hear. You bite the inside of your cheek to keep from sighing, rocking your hips down slowly so his fingers worm deeper, curling just right against that spot that makes your thighs tremble.
Choso’s breath hitches. He was staring at his tray a second ago, but now his attention is locked on the way your slick cunt swallows his fingers, greedy and warm, clenching around them every time you shift. He doesn’t say a word, just starts moving them, slow and deep, scissoring gently, thumb brushing your clit under the table like he’s been starving for this all morning.
You keep chatting away with the girls, voice perfectly steady. “Yeah, the lab report is due Friday, but I still need to finish the graph section. Did you guys get the enzyme data right?”
One of them laughs, answering something about the TA being a hard grader, but you barely hear it. All you feel is Choso’s thick fingers pumping lazily into you, stretching your walls, dragging more slick out with every thrust. You clench hard around him on purpose, soaking his hand, and feel his palm press flat against your mound to grind the heel against your clit. A tiny whimper almost slips out, you cover it with a laugh at whatever your friend just said.
Choso’s jaw is tight, eyes half-lidded now, pretending to scroll on his phone while his fingers fuck you deeper under the table. He adds a third finger, slow and careful, and your pussy takes it so easily, fluttering and dripping down his knuckles. The wet sounds are muffled by the cafeteria noise, but he can feel every pulse, every squeeze, every rock of your hips as you ride his hand without missing a beat in the conversation.
“God, this salad is actually decent today,” you say brightly, forking a bite while your cunt clenches rhythmically around his invading fingers. You’re soaked, slick coating his wrist, dripping onto the seat beneath you. Choso’s breathing has gone shallow. His free hand grips the edge of the table so hard his knuckles pale.
Your friends start gathering their trays after a while, standing up to head to their next class. You rise with them, Choso’s fingers slipping out of you with a wet pop that makes his cock twitch visibly in his sweats, but he stays seated, trying to look casual, if he even could at this point.
You lean down, give him a sweet, quick kiss on the lips, then whisper right against his ear, “Enjoy your meal, Choso,” with the most devious little smile curving your lips.
He watches you walk away with your friends, hips swaying, your juices still glistening on his three thick fingers. The table is empty around him now. No one left to see.
Choso lifts his hand slowly, brings those slick digits to his lips, and slides them into his mouth and sucks them clean with a low, hungry groan, eyes fluttering shut at the taste of you, sweet and filthy and all his. He licks between his knuckles, chasing every drop, cock straining painfully against his pants.
brat! reader demanding boyfriend 𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒖𝒏𝒂 to hold her hand while he carries all the bags
your hands feel weird. empty, you note suddenly.
then you look at your boyfriend walking just 2 steps ahead of you. both of his hands full of shopping bags and grocery packets.
it must be heavy. it is heavy. that's why sukuna is carrying them and not you. you give a sigh of appreciation as your eyes roam over his frame.
tall , dressed in dark shades, muscles pulled taut. quite the head turner. and more than capable of carrying a few bags, you mentally note.
your friends often complained about their partners expecting to split the baggage. half n half and shit that felt so absurd to you that you had obnoxiously bragged about your husband demanding that you 'do not lift a single finger'.
the girls had the audacity to look skeptical.
you pull up the camera app on your phone and click record.
"baby?" you call out, pretending to scroll. the camera records your man as he half turns his head.
"why aren't you holding my hand?" you demand like a spoiled brat. you catch the faint upward tug of his lips as he turns his head to face forward again.
then he releases his pinky from under his grip on the bags and slightly points it. you let out a happy sound and grab onto it. making a point of zooming in your camera on the view.
then you reverse the camera and film your face.
sukuna often tells you to wipe that smug look off your face. but how can you when you bagged such a hot deal?
so you give your brattiest grin and lean your head against his bicep. the camera doesn't capture his face, he is too tall for that.
sukuna doesn't comment, even as he watches the display. what can he say? he quite likes being shown off by his princess.
“He’s beautiful, isn’t he?” You softly murmur to one of your son’s nurses beside you as she bowed. “He has your eyes, your highness.” She replied, her face wrinkling as she smiled in awe of how beautiful the king’s wife is. Because of your busy schedule as Ryomen Sukuna’s queen, it wasn’t often you even got time somewhat alone with your month old child, Yuji.
But when you did, your heart swelled just by looking at him. He was curled into your chest, lashes slowly blinking as his eyes got drowsy. Yuji cooed at your touch when you brought your hand to his chubby cheek.
As you watched your baby drift off into sleep, you kept holding him, softly rocking him as you paced around the vast nursery. Your husband had grumbled that the room was too childish for his son, yet had no room to say anything to how unpredictable your hormones were when you were pregnant and glowing.
You hummed a soft lullaby, and brushed Yuji’s pink hair that spiked everywhere, like his father. You heard the door slightly open. “Your majesty, the Lord requests your presence in his chambers immediately.” Urarume informs, bowing their head to you.
“I am with my child, he may wait.” You reply, unfazed how while everyone fears him, he fears you. “I do not want to argue, but he’s awaiting you. He requests you to spend the night in his wing.” “Urarume, do not worry.” You smiled at them and tended to your sleeping child. It was no doubt that the whole palace was aware you were in love with your baby. Who wouldn’t?
He was a happy boy, with his gummy smile and tiny hands always finding your hair. Not long after Urarume left the door slightly open, you could hear your large husband stalking towards the wing, his footsteps heavy.
Though maids and servants cowered in fear, scurrying out of sight when they heard him, you kept your gaze onto Yuji.
“Wife.” His voice boomed.
You turned to him and put a finger to your lips. “Shh, your son is sleeping.” Clearly, not giving him the attention he secretly desired. “Tch, a mere and Defenceless child is hogging all your attention. Did I not request you to return to my chambers?”
“He isn’t just any child, ‘kuna. He’s ours.”
You smiled softly at your husband’s jealousy with your back turned to him as you placed down the swaddled baby into his crib, before feeling his warm cheek again.
Sukuna sighed before walking towards you and placing his arms around your waist, and leaning into your hair to take in your scent. “Come, brat . Your king demands your presence.” He ordered, trying to stay assertive, but his voice just naturally softened around you, not that it was difficult to.
“Isn’t he beautiful?” You murmured. Sukuna paused. “He shall be my heir, to carry my legacy.” You paused before facing him with a satisfied expression and grabbed his hand. “Let’s head to your chambers, my lord.”
He wasted no time, once the large marble doors were shut, to hoist you up as he carried you towards his lavish bed and slightly untying your night gown from the back. He always complained that your maids did it far too tightly.
He crawled in beside you before wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You sighed into his warm touch, and leaned towards his broad chest. “Took you long enough, why wouldn’t you just say you wanted to rest, foolish brat?” Sukuna grumbled. “I was coming soon, kuna. You mustn’t be so restless. I will come at my leisure but I will always come.” You softly reassured him, one of your hands scratching his head.
His grip tightened on your shoulders. “I want you always with me. You married me, not my spawn.” He mumbled in your neck. You slightly smacked his head. “Don’t call your child your spawn. Will he not carry your legacy?” You asked, repeating his words. He stayed quiet for a few moments before finally speaking.
“He will. And I hope he’s a better king than his father.” You brought your husband’s face to look at you before giving it a soft kiss.
uhh I didn’t really care abt sukuna in this fic, but I still love my big baby. MY BABY YUJI AWWW I LOVE HIM
a/n: I’m bored and feeling very raf pilled … take this
“the bf of the shyest girl you know” and it’s rafayel who is never afraid to be loud when it comes to you.
rafayel who creates an entire exhibit dedicated to you and works inspired by you in every medium you can think of; the star of the show is a sculpture of you he’d somehow hid from you the entire time he worked on it.
rafayel who promotes his exhibit on billboards with the slogan “inspired by my only muse,” the theme is love and eternity.
rafayel who will send your food back if they give you the wrong order.
“oh, um thank you!” you smile softly, staring at the plate of food you definitely did not order. Rafayel notices your face immediately, watching the way you hesitate to even pick up the fork.
“what is it, cutie?” he watches the way you bite your bottom lip before looking at him with a small pout.
“this isn’t what i ordered,” you say, ready to admit defeat and picking up your fork, taking a piece and sniffing it. Rafayel frowns at your words, immediately looking around and waving over the waiter. “raf! it’s okay, it’s not that bad i don’t wanna bother–”
“how can i help, sir?” the waiter asks with a small smile, rafayel turns to look at you. you look like a deer in headlights.
“that’s not what she ordered,” he states simply.
“i-it’s okay!” you immediately laugh nervously, the waiters eyes widen as the waiter quickly apologizes, taking the plate from you and asking what you’d ordered originally. your face burns as you recite your order, muttering a small ‘sorry’ as the waiter scurries away to right the wrong.
rafayel who is always your voice when you’re too shy or nervous to speak up for yourself, telling people off when they bump into you and expect you to apologize.
“you bumped into her dumbass, apologize.” rafayel narrows his eyes at the man, they glow blue, pupils turning into slits for a split second. it’s enough to cause the man to practically beg for forgiveness, running the other way when rafayel tells him to get lost.
“raf…” your voice is soft but has the slightest edge to it. rafayel gives you a sheepish smile, then immediately pouts at you with gleaming eyes.
“cuutieeee cmon! he was a dick to you!” he frowns, practically hanging off your arm as the two of you continue to walk to the burger joint you’d planned on trying.
“he said excuse me,” you retort, fighting a smile off your face. rafayel sees the slightest twitch of your lips, he immediately stands a little straighter, placing a sloppy kiss to your cheek.
“he had a tone, no one gives my bride tone,” he hums, lacing his fingers with yours.
your face flushed at the term of endearment, simply squeezing his hand slightly.
“you give me tone all the time.”
“you beat my ass for it,” he giggles, sighing softly as he recalls the way you manhandle him when he frustrates you to no end.
“no one believes that by the way,” you scoff, rafayel grins brighter.
“‘course not, my shy cutie would never hurt a poor little fishie like me– ow!” he pouts as you pinch his arm slightly, you only smile up at him.
“can you tell them i want no onions, please?” your voice is soft as ever as you move closer to the cashier, turning and facing your lover.
“of course,” he smiles down at you, eyes soft and heart aflutter as you press yourself closer to him when you’re next in line.
satoru can‘t help but get distracted when you start talking. . . ૮꒰˶ - ˕ -꒱ა
satoru swears he’s listening to you.
he nods at the right moments, tilts his head when you emphasize something, throws in a casual “yeah?” or “that so?” that makes it seem like he‘s all ears.
he really tries to pay attention to your words, but the thing is.. the second you start talking, his mind starts drifting.
“—and so i was thinking of taking that mission,” you say, arms loosely crossed. “it’s in a pretty empty area, which is good.”
satoru hums in faux acknowledgment. “mm-hm.”
he can already picture it— you‘ll definitely ask him to come along. oh you.. you’re looking up at him, suddenly shy, fingers tugging at your uniform.
“satoru…” you say, voice softer than usual. “we’ll be all alone out there… won’t you come with me?”
you look away right after, like you’re embarrassed you even asked.
oh, he’s definitely dreaming now.
the two of you walking through empty roads together. sitting beside each other on the train ride home while the sunset pours through the windows. maybe you‘ll accidentally fall asleep on his shoulder..
maybe—
a smack to his arm.
“hey! earth to gojo!”
he blinks, returning to the present.
you’re looking at him with a small frown now. “did you even hear anything i just said?”
“…yeah,” he says, although very unconvincing.
you raise an eyebrow. he doesn’t break under your gaze, but there‘s a moment of silence between you.
you sigh. “i said i might take that mission in the empty area. it should be quick.“
“riiight,” he says, acting like he totally knows. “that one.”
your eyes narrow. “you really didn’t hear a word, did you?”
“i did!” he insists.
but his thoughts are still stuck on the version of you that only exists in his head— soft voice, shy glance, asking him to come like it matters if he’s there.
later, when you walk away still mildly annoyed, satoru stays where he is with his hands in his pockets.
he really does listen to you.. just not in the way you think.
“blah blah.. proper name.. place name.. backstory stuff..” — how toru hears reader
synopsis. satoru is a bonafide genius. he’s got the perfect transcript and ten-year plan to prove it. he knows how to keep his head down and avoid the chaos his twin thrives in. so when the unofficial frat princess sets her sights on him, he knows there’s a catch. he just doesn’t figure out what it is until he’s already fallen for her
pairing. nerd! satoru gojo x popular! fem! reader. ✶ contents. sfw! fluff. eventual angst. college + gojo twins au ⇢ fratjo’s called souta. takes place during junior year. brief mentions of ex bf! toji. loosely inspired by ‘how to lose a guy in ten days’ and very romcom-esque with a lot of drama. reader is very flawed and lowkey insufferable + the bet is hella dumb ˖ ࣪ . ࿐
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