𓊆ྀིᰔ minyu 𑣲𓊇ྀི

softkuna and choso warrior 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 new writer & i also draw lol ask to be moots! ♡

[dallsegno]

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<oneshots>

somewhere between a seaside town and a city life where sukuna and reader go on their first date! (1, 2)

rugged and mellowed olderbrother!sukuna x jpopidol!reader

dadfrat!kuna x mom!reader (in process)

<oneshots>

rodrick!choso x regina!reader (in process)

choso x idol!reader (in process)

[dallsegno]

< hey emo boy! >

pairing! rodrick!choso x regina!reader

wc! ∼2k

where during the biggest party of the year, the emo nerd you only found out existed yesterday finally makes a move!

tags! f!reader, teruhashi-like reader (but no one will compare to the perfect pretty girl tho) pining, slight stalking, kinda cheating choso wears glasses hell yeah, emo!nerd!loser!choso ngh, slight nsfw, y2k!au

a/n! im back, enjoy luvlies ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

credits! art: X:(Aransmind), and dividers by @angeliicide

high school in the 2000s was pretty much a living stereotype. there were specific cliques, a social hierarchy, drama, gossip, parties, and hookups. you of course, were above all that. not in the way you'd expect, though.

as leader of your 3-person clique, you were the undisputed and distinguished monarch of your high school.

hair always perfect, nails always done, flawless outfit even if you were out partying at 2am, heavenly body, spectacular makeup that highlighted your god-carved face, always with your favorite drink in your hand, and of course, people never blocked your group's way.

there were of course rumors:

"the other day i saw her at the mall, and i swear to god she had a golden aura, with cloud-like wings behind her"

"what, you're wrong, one time she was walking downtown, and at the victoria's secret store, the employees tried to recruit her to be an angel"

"you're all wrong. she literally doesn't need any of that. her parents own all the major companies back where she lives. i don't even know what she's doing here, this high school sucks"

"you know, i heard that when she went to a concert, the staff backstage invited her on stage just because she was that jaw dropping"

"not even close. once someone called her 'perfect flower-shop pretty' but like 5 guys told them that she was a wildflower, because her beauty doesn't even compare to those, and puts them all to SHAME"

"she literally got invited to the booth of the charli xcx boiler room, please"

needless to say, you had it all.

except... a decent boyfriend.

naoya zenin. literally the name of your nightmares. even god's favorite can't have it all, can she?

na*ya was genuinely the asshole of your darkest times. being forced to be his girlfriend by both of your families, you absolutely despised him. you had standards, for god's sake! the asshole had nothing going for him apart from his family's generational wealth. totally not your type

if you could go back in time in all of history, you'd definitely go back to the very first day of 10th grade, hit yourself with a bat, and stay the hell home, so that your eyes never got to see his unfortunate looks.

the worst part? being the school's queen, you couldn't openly hate him, his family owned the town, basically, and cherry on top? people thought you looked NICE together. please. as if such a neanderthal could ever stand a chance to be with a perfect beauty.

you couldn't count the amount of times you'd caught na*ya kissing others at parties with both hands, either, so you'd definitely considered if he played for the other team, with the amount of misogynistic comments and the time you swore he was kissing a dude at a party, even though he claimed he was drunk, drunk words are sober thoughts after all

< / ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧ / >

your hatred towards your boyfriend was thank god, shared. choso kamo was, although, described as:

"uhhh who...?"

"oh i think i was paired with him for band, sick drum player"

"he's nice, his younger brother is like super popular, too"

uhhh he was, shy, to say the least, blending into the backroom of the messy art room and band class only sharing a few classes with the tall, dark-haired guy with glasses, never overly noticing him, always busy fixing your hair and gossiping away

< / ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧ / >

choso was distraught, the emo, drum-playing, fine ass loser was completely and utterly devastated

having seen you ever since you walked into late into his art class, with a perfectly coordinated sparkly outfit, that complimented your body, swinging your hair creating swirls in the air, and sitting parallel to him as he worked, he has never stopped noticing everything you do, your smell, cute hairstyles, perfect hands and sugary but angular smile, he was, to say the least, swooned, he had memorized your schedule, stalked all of your instagrams, your 100 tiktok accounts, and even found your secret fanpages

and he did not know how you didn't notice

the way he got pink as the blush on your cheeks whenever he was in a room with you, how he always held the door open until you walked through and the way he downright stared at you, entranced

you hadn't noticed

well, who could blame you, a perfect pretty girl does have to keep up appearances, and had no time for losers like him

< / ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧ / >

you didn't even know choso existed, you were too busy, organizing parties, staying on top of all the drama, and fighting with the nuisance that calls himself your boyfriend

that was, until the time of the biggest party of the year rolled around, which meant that you'd of course, plan it

with your parents gone, and alcohol bought, you'd spent the days decorating and preparing for the perfect party on friday

in your master bedroom, you lay down on your bed, browsing through last year's yearbook, on your silk sheets, planning on who to invite, with this being the biggest party of the year, there was no room to be caught lacking, so your friends were helping you prep everything as well

"okay, so the football team was invited, ugh, anota unfortunately too, the drama club, the basketball team, the tennis team, my hallway crushes, you guys' hallway crushes, the cool people from other grades..." you rambled, getting to the end of the impossibly long list, megan thee stallion playing on your rooms's speakers, golden light skimming through the walls, twirling your hair in circles, "i still feel like there's too little people, though"

that's when you got a brilliant idea, "hey... what if we skim through the yearbook and invite our hear me outs?" followed by an agreement from your two friends

you spent the evening ordering coffee and drawing hearts around new ones who were hot, and writing their name in your pretty little handwriting

that's when you got to the band club's pictures

you'd never even considered emo boys before

but damn... that brown haired guy...

he definitely changed your mind

you searched for his name

c... k... oh! right there

choso kamo: band club, art club, art honor society

you stopped dead in your tracks

how the hell have you never noticed before, damn! did he not get invited to most parties? well... his permanent anxious expression, dark circles and twin tails may or may not be the cause...

your friends did notice you staring mouth open at a picture, sitting upright, they took the book from your grip

"who are you looking at, anyways? close your mouth, a fly is gonna get in there"

how could you explain to your friends that the finest man on the planet was in that book, and you didn't even know his name before??

sure, popular girls and nerd losers don't get along... typically... you were sure you could make it work

so, after a session of screaming and surprises, your friends (with the hatred of a thousand suns towards naoya) decided to grudgingly invite him, not because he was kind of fine! you wanted to see how an emo loser behaved when surrounded by actual people, of course!

i mean, that's what you told yourself anyways

< / ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧ / >

the day of the party rolled around, having spent hours dolling up, finding the perfect outfit to compliment your hair, skin and body, and manifestations to get naoya away from you

and maybe, just maybe

choso, on the other hand was a nervous wreck

having changed his outfit thrice, rotating between three different t-shirts and seven jeans, he settled on a nine-inch nails shirt, with a deep purple long sleeve underneath, dark jeans and with yuji's recommendation, let his shoulder-length hair down, giving it a messy and ruffled look

< / ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧ / >

your house was floor to ceiling in decoration, lights flashing, glittering ceilings, kaleidoscopic floors, bar lined with glasses and bottles, and blasting music from the walls and excitement surrounding the growing crowd

you were, to say the least, the glowing center of attention, right in the center of the dance floor, where the dancing incremented and heat radiated

you noticed, from the corner of you eye, through the drunken crowd, a girl pressed against your boyfriend, gripping his arm, drink in hand

you grabbed your friend, dragged her towards them, and promptly bitch-slapping his sorry ass

"finally, i can be done with you, thank god we're over"

you turned around on your heels and went for another drink

making your way to the secluded bar, you bumped into a tall figure

"watch where you're going idiot," not in the mood to deal with any other issue

when he turned around, you quickly recognized the pale skin, chiseled features and face tattoo, as choso, who grabbed you by the waist to prevent you from falling

"sorry! i just came here, uhh... sorry for being in the way!" he stammered, as he looked into your glistening eyes

he rambled on, but you could not believe that the same needy guy who you only noticed a few days ago looked so... good...?

"um, sorry... are you okay?"

shit, you had completely forgotten the situation you were in right now

"yeah uh... choso, right?"

"wow! you... know my... name?"

"don't get any ideas, loser" but you stumbled, someone bumping into you, pushing you deeper into his embrace

you were drunk, sure but why was there such a warm feeling in your chest? heat spread to your face, but ew! this band kid nerd was touching you right now!

distancing yourself, mumbling something about his shirt, you gladly greeted others arriving at the same time, and yuji, bashfully surrounded by some girls

choso stood there, admiring your presence near him, you actually acknowledged him! that was enough to send him into the moon, and he was decided that that interaction alone was enough to fill his heart for at least 2 months

freeing himself from his entourage, yuji made his way to his brother

"choso you gotta do something more that letting her humble you! what the hell, do you like getting degraded or something?"

choso blushed, looking away, away at you, all the lights shining on you, lighting up your features and expression, when you suddenly looked at him, with the sweetest smile he had ever seen from a mean girl like you

"choso! in serious, go talk to her" yuji exclaimed, shaking him tightly

choso was seriously entranced, being overwhelmed by the ambient of the party and your entoxicating presence

< / ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧ / >

"mghh" you moaned into his mouth, pressing your chest to his, his glasses askew, straddling his lap, as you grabbed his hands, pressing them against the headboard

choso didn't even recall how he got into this situation but he was definitely NOT complaining

he maybe remembered girls pushing him, laughing to the bar, giving confused looks to yuji and looking for you in the back

he also remembered the acid taste in his mouth, drinking the bright liquid and it dripping down to his stomach, soaking his shirt and the floor

he also remembered how you yelled at some point, getting his drink spilled on your expensive outfit, and you promptly giving him the meanest stare on earth as you headed to your room to change

then, he remembered chasing after you, opening the door, profusely apologizing, as he is met with the sight of you, in your underwear, cussing him out

as he was about to run off, he felt how you grabbed his hands, roughly pulling him in and locking the door, swearing to hod that if he left you'd make his life hell

as you continued your drunken kisses down to your bed, choso felt the alcohol taking over, making his face red, and himself sweaty

you stopped your kisses, sucking his neck instead, but as you worked your way down, meeting the drenched patch of his shirt

he let out a whimper as you settled on his lap, taking a look at his flustered face, you grinned, looking at his disheveled face, crooked glasses and messy hair

"you're so pathetic you know" you murmured, looking annoyed, but the blush dusting your face contradicted your expression, and choso's hands trailed over your lower waist, you gently contoured his face, tracing over his face tattoo and re adjusting his glasses but you felt a weight shift in between your legs

"..." choso blushed a shade of red, looking at everything except you

"no way you seriously got hard because of that" you mockingly laughed, tightening your arms around his neck, softly caressing his nape

"you're so mean, beautiful"

that earned an even deeper blush out of you, hiding your face in his neck

"what? your 'boyfriend' never said things like this to such a beauty like you?"

"ugh shut up! unless you want me to tell everyone you're a virgin and kick you out shut up..." you held the sides of his face and forced him to kiss you, earring a little whine out of him

"what, you'd never been drunk before?"

"n-no..."

he was so pathetic, and that turned you on endlessly, what would your friends say about this, what if someone walked through the door now? what would naoya call you??

"ngh... don't worry about all that princess.." choso drunkenly in between kisses whispered

shit, you said that out loud... but how could you worry now? as those sweet, drunken words were nicer that everything naoya had ever said to you

choso heard a soft sniffle from on top of him

he hurriedly held you in his arms, wiping away your tears, holding you tight, "h-hey, what happened? did i do something? i'm so sorry, i would never hurt you, sweetheart.."

"you're so dumb, cho...so..." you muffled lightly punching against his surprisingly toned chest, but there was no edge to your words, and choso knew that

he softly smiled, "i'm not going anywhere, if you don't want me to, baby"

you then pressed the lightest and sweetest kiss to his mouth, catching him by surprise, as he melted into your sour, alcoholic taste

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choso's next weeks were something out of his dreams, he bagged the prettiest girl in town, having her on his arm 24/7, followed by her little clique of friends, her yapping his ear off, he was in paradsise

also, how could he complain, when you two got home, he always got rewarded with an hour long makeout shesh everytime

< / ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧ / >

a/n! im soso proud of this onee, also i changed my layout ( ܸ. .)՞՞ hope you guys liked itttt ♡xx

[dallsegno]

working on a regina!reader x rodrick!choso xx ♡

[dallsegno]

somewhere between a seaside town and a city life (pt. 2!)

pairing! soft!kuna x reader

where sukuna asks you out!

tags! fluff, fluff, fluff, date, down bad sukua, chivalry, sukuna is a gentleman, date clichés, softkuna, severely ooc

a/n! continuation of this xx

credits! img1: me, art: su2kuna, img3: passionreality

after your successful and rather adorable first date with sukuna, you'd spent the entire week texting back and forth, with him sending you pictures of cute things he found on the daily that reminded him of you, with your cute little outfits, playlists, glimmering keychains and what sukuna loved most about you: your beautiful, glittering eyes.

sukuna spent his days stalking your carefully curated instagram, your tiktok reposts and your music activity—not that he'd admit it, though. so, when you sent him a photo of you hugging the flowers he got you, with a matching outfit, and the cutest blush across your cheeks, sukuna wanted to drive over to your house and devour you with kisses.

that's when it finally hit him—you weren't dating.

he decided to promptly correct that.

the following days consisted of sukuna discovering what "aesthetic" meant, something he learned applied to you and all of your digital spaces, making him decide it was necessary for him to getting together with you.

sukuna discovered pinterest too, and after your pleasantly surprised look discovering he had downloaded it for you, he flushed three shades of red deeper, and that night onward, couldn't fall asleep without listening to your sweet voice or looking at your warm smile.

sukuna was nervous as hell to ask you out, so he naturally didn't sleep at all.

the next morning, having planed a brunch with you in the seaside café of your town, he showed up with even messier hair and adorable eye bags, although their appearance both made him look incredibly cute, in your opinion, and made you worry.

"uh, su...kuna? did you sleep well?" you worriedly asked, grabbing his handsome face and leveling it with yours, both concern and determination dripping from your eyes, you worriedly examined his features, your hand rising up to his forehead, your cold hand clashing with his flushed visage.

sukuna was both incredibly embarrassed but oddly soothed by your concern for him, "don't worry angel, ah... i'm fine now!" he smiled softly and grabbed your hands.

closing his eyes in bliss, and closing the distance between you, "i missed you..."

you took the initiative and kissed his upturned lips, as you interwove your hand that was on his forehead with his own.

the scene that followed was a sweet one, as sukuna turned the same color as his hair while you held his face with the utmost care, one hand holding his own near your face. sukuna held you by the waist, still being pulled down by your hands, smiling even wider as you got more flustered. taking your hands with the gentleness of soft whisks of wind over cotton, sukuna pulled out the labours of his night:

a light brown woven basket, with your favorite color gingham fabric, with a pink tiger plushie, a bag of handmade pastries, a letter, and framed by rows and rows of your favorite flower

"will you let me be your boyfriend?" sukuna beamed, holding the basket with one strong arm, defining his chiseled muscles and delicious tan, while he shyly and hopefully looked into your eyes with nothing but love

as you affirmed, sukuna couldn't hold himself back, kissing you messily, and lifting you into the air into his embrace

the mix of laughter and excitement was woven into the sunny sky, as sukuna thought he was the luckiest man alive

a/n! i'm sosososo soz ive been going THROUGH it so it might also be ahh (´･_･`) i promise to write more 💔😔

[jiimeniita]

[fushigasm]

forcefully kissing frat bf!sukuna goodnight…!

“you should stay. i plan on making breakfast tomorrow, y’know?” he says as you gather your things and stuff them into your purse.

“intriguing,” you admit, it’d been a while since you had a real meal and not just a budget meal from the dining hall. “but i got an 8AM tommorow. i’ll miss you, though.” you end sweetly, leaning over where he was sitting on his bed, actually looking disappointed.

“we can wake up early, woman.” he grabs your waist tightly, keeping you steady in place in front of him as he reasons. “i think my punctuality could actually rub off on you.”

“ryo’ i cant.” you say back, trying to wiggle your way out of his grasp, failing terribly as he renders you still under his firm grasp. then you re-register the first part of what he said, the stupid name you hate to say you’ve gotten accustomed to “and stop calling me ‘woman’, you sound like naoya.” he scoffs at the comparison and tightens his grasp, pulling you closer to be practically on top of his lap.

“how bout this,” you suggest. and by the tone of your voice he can tell it’s already something stupid. “i’ll give you a goodnight kiss for every hour we’ll be apart.” you finish, smirking down at him.

and before he can spit out his words and say just how stupid he thinks that is you plant the first one smack dab on his lips, tilting his head up for ease with your hands.

“one.” you count. sukuna tries to get out a word— but goddammit you just keep kissing him.

“two. three. four. five. six. seven. eight. nine. ten,” continuing on till sukuna stops counting the correlation to the hours.

you lean back, looking at his slightly flushed, embarrassedly grimacing face. the gloss from your lips has since smudged on his. he rubs it off with his thumb, frown deepening. you giggle. it’s rare for you to actually fluster him, so now that you have you bask in it.

he grips your wrist, breathing out a heavy sigh while you chuckle above him.

“just stay,” he looks at everywhere but your face. “…please.” he grumbles, just barely above a whisper like he’s never said the word before and never wants to say it again.

“fine.” you groan out, fully prepared for the half awake sukuna that will trap you in his arms the moment you try and escape the following morning. “lemme change first.” and he releases his grip on you so you can rummage through his closet for something to wear, totally not staring at your ass.

“can’t believe i gave you all those kisses for nothing.”

in true @/fushigasm fashion, not proofread.

[dallsegno]

rugged and mellowed

pairing! olderbrother!sukuna x jpopidol!reader

wc! ∼1.6k

where an unlikely pair makes its debut

tags! idol x fan, fluff, jpop terminology, stalking (not by sukuna), center!reader, fem!reader, girlgroupmember!reader, oshi!reader, handshake event, family dynamics: olderbrother!kuna (yum), slight suggestive themes, down bad sukuna

a/n! if you dont like cuteness this might not be the fic for u ( •̯́ ₃ •̯̀)

img. creds! @luluyi, dividers by @angeliicide

sukuna would never admit it, but he's always been drawn to cute things. normally, that would've not mattered—but when you'd look at the 180cm, tanned, bulky and pure muscled, tattooed man, you'd kiiinda see how his soft and messy blush pink hair mayybe made sense.

at least that's what his family, especially his younger brothers—choso and yuji thought when they caught a glimpse of sukuna's glorified shrine of a phone full of you.

you, the center of one of—if not the most popular jpop girl groups of the current generation. you, who had the voice of angels covered with honey that would surely be the music leading up to the pearly gates of heaven, you, the frilliest, pinkest, cutest, most perfect member out of your group's 12, you, who debuted with a solo that could cure depression, you, who's representative color was, of course, pink, and you, who was just out of your fans' reach.

or, at least that's what sukuna thought he would never reveal about what he thought of you.

you, who pleasantly covered just about every square centimeter of sukuna's mind—and black leather wallet, as it was filled to the brim with your merch: a photocard of you doing your cutest pose, a discreet pastel pink keychain with glimmering hearts and a glittery plushie of your representative animal.

so that's how most people got downright frightened of sukuna, and as soon as he'd pull out his phone or wallet, people would be slightly less uncomfortable around him, something that both put him at ease—knowing that just because of your presence, people would let down their guard, and made him want to roll off a cliff, deep down knowing that his "tough" act would damn near disappear as soon as your cute face with an ever cuter expression was remotely linked to him.

⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ‧₊˚♪ 𝄞₊˚⊹ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔

and the same shade of pink as your frilly stage outfits and usual makeup was how sukuna's face was, as yuji and choso presented him with vip tickets to your group's upcoming handshake event.

"you gotta be kidding me."

"sukuna, you deserve them, you've been damn near puppy-eyeing every single ad that comes across tv, we might as well bought them to make it stop."

the pink blush across his entire chiseled face rapidly turned the same shade as his crimson eyes, as he sheepishly looked away and pulled his brothers into a hug, while they both teased him and breathed a sigh of relief that their brother didn't positively kill them.

and so, the next weeks of his life, leading up to the handshake event, choso and yuji noticed just how mellow their normally hot-heated brother had become.

from the soft tunes that slithered out his room, instead of him grudgingly lounging around their house complaining, and the frequent convenience-store trips that ended with him buying extra treats for his brothers, sukuna seemed elated, but would never admit that it was all because of you, although choso and yuji would beg to differ.

it was precisely on one of these trips, where sukuna's world would change forever.

in a particularly cold midnight, sukuna was sent out to head out to buy marshmallows for hot chocolate, making the scene of a bulky and muscular man with all black tattoos and jacket quite humorous.

at the cash register, thats when he noticed his surroundings, being immersed in his music (that had a mix of your group's music and rap), he noticed you in front of him at the line. it had to be you, it was unmistakably you—the girl of sukuna's dreams, and wallet, as he had it out to pay, he was terrified of being labeled as a creep, by non other that yourself.

but as sukuna was frozen in place thinking how he was going to get out of this without being labeled as a weird stalker fan, he noticed how uncomfortable you looked, not because of him, but because of a gross-looking old man that was intensely staring at you.

as soon as both of you finished paying, stepping outside, and sukuna was about to strike a conversation, you suddenly turned to him, pulling your face mask off, and with determination in your eyes grabbed his chiseled face, pulling him down to your level, for a split second, admiring the sparkle in his starstruck eyes, and promptly giving him a cute peck on his cheek.

"love, you did grab the bread i asked for, right" you nudged him along, not letting go of his rather handsome face, trying your best to not let your utter terror show through.

sukuna hesitated, he was just facing the girl of his wettest dreams! he could NOT fumble, especially not now. he felt the heat rise up to the very tips of his messy, spiked hair, so he grabbed your cold hands that rested now tangled around his nape in front of his face, giving them a light kiss, and winking at you "of course baby, lets head home"

sukuna was now genuinely appreciative of his rough looks, not that you were feeling at home tangled in his warm touch, the old man did not hesitate to turn the fuck around and leave once sukuna reverted to his resting face, looking at him.

you were still trembling and was now embarrassed and 3 shades redder than him when he led you to his house.

when you got to the door, standing behind him, you quickly reached out, yanking his hand a bit, heat in your cheeks "um... thank you for everything back there! are you sure this wouldn't be much of a bother...?"

surprised and flustered, sukuna insisted on driving you safely after you'd warmed up and calmed down enough.

⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ‧₊˚♪ 𝄞₊˚⊹ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔

safe to say that yours and sukuna's embarrassment couldn't get any worse, as choso's and yuji's initial reaction of "HOW DID YOU EVEN COME ACROSS HER" paired with both of your flushed faces and you in his hoodie, choso and yuji started their god awful, obvious wingmanning just got bolder and more awkward, eventually making you two sit on the couch, pointing out how well of a match you made, sukunabeing rough all around, but according to yuji, a total softie inside, and choso's interrogation about your member yuki.

while choso bombarded you with questions, and you gave your best pr answer and kept your professionalism, yuji pulled sukuna out of your sight.

"you gotta pull her im deadass"

"yuji, literally how if she sees my room she'll be weirded out, not to mention we look like misa and ryuk together"

"well i dont know damn i'm 15, but you're 25 so chop chop"

⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ‧₊˚♪ 𝄞₊˚⊹ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔

the ride to your hotel was awkward but sweet nonetheless, as both of you bonded over music and movies alike, you ended up exchanging phone numbers when you got out of the car.

"thank you very much, sukuna, i'll actually be eternally grateful"

"yeah, don't mention it... oh! well actually, i'll attend your handshake event in a few days, just so you know" he laughs.

"well in that case..." you reach out to him, interlocking your hands around his neck, you look at him again with your charm that captivated millions, this time, redirecting its entirety to him, "can i thank you in another way?"

sukuna really thought he couldn't get any luckier—seeing his oshi in his hoodie, using your enchanting charm just for him, and offering him something else? sukuna was really in bliss, and didn't even try to be nonchalant about it—nodding frantically at your offer, and carefully stabilizing you with his hands on your waist.

the soft jazz of the foyer of the hotel danced around both of you, hidden in a corner of the lavish staircase, you pulled him closer to you, planting a sweet kiss to his jaw, sukuna thought felt like being brushed with a thousand feathers. when you pulled apart to look at him, with hearts in his eyes, you quickly kissed his lips, pulling him even closer to you, earning a soft moan from him as your hand travelled up front to cup his face and trace his tattoos you'd always found alluring. both of you leaned further into the kiss, intertwining tongues and listening to the small whines that fell from sukuna. your mellow kiss ended as soon as you heard the chatter of your members heading out, as you made sukuna duck behind you and hid him with your body, greeting your members and praying that they didn't notice you out of breath and your lipgloss smudged.

sukuna, however—was experiencing heaven for the second time, as your ass was sandwiching sukuna to the wall, making him bite back the biggest smile known to man, and the urge to tell you to keep him there forever.

as you intertwined hands to help him get up, you pulled his hoodie off, handing it to him before giving him a peck under his eye, whispering how "you'll see him at the handshake event," winking at him and sending him off to take care.

when you got to your room, peeking over the curtains, you could see an ecstatic sukuna below, smiling at his lockscreen, which you've come to realize was a picture of you.

⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ‧₊˚♪ 𝄞₊˚⊹ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔

a/n! FINALLY OMG i procrastinated ts so much ( •̯́ ^ •̯̀) anyways im making a pt.2 cuz i love this and im gonna make a masterlist too bc i lowk have ocd

[dallsegno]

im gonna finish my fic TODAY even if it kills me istg ｡°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°｡

[dallsegno]

somewhere between a seaside town and a city life

pairing! soft!kuna x reader

wc! ∼2k

where sukuna and reader go on their first date!

tags! fluff, fluff, fluff, awkwardness, first date, down bad sukua, chivalry, reader and skukua are shy, sukuna is a gentleman, first date clichés

a/n! hii its my first time writing ever, this came up to me when i was mourning summer break in canada and my 6-year situationhumiliationship at 2am so pls enjoy cuz i genuinely couldnt sleep until i finished the story, also english isn't my first language sorry!

credits! img1: passionrealty, art: su2kuna, img3: me, and dividers by @angeliicide

you had spent the last hour or so making sure everything on your end could go as smoothly as possible: adjusting your hair, your clothes, what you'd say, what you'd do, how you'd walk, greet and smile at him— looking out your circular window down to the street, anticipating the arrival of your messy pink-haired date.

sukuna, as you'd come to know him after your mutual friend's birthday party last week was striking, to say the least.

catching your eyes with a tall, muscular build that exuded presence, rough black lines defining his chiseled face, dark ruby eyes that, contrary to their look, softened once they spotted you across your friend's living room, piercings in all the right places glistening under the soft lights, and a beautiful tan coating his star-struck, flushed face, fair to say, was your perfect type.

your panic was then interrupted by a text.

heyy (6:03pm) im here to pick you up :) (6:03pm)

rushing to grab your shoes, checking your put-together outfit, perfect for the cool spring evenings, black boots, high socks, a cute skirt, a nice shirt and a matching black jacket. you grabbed your bag, and sprinted down your flat.

reaching the stoops liking the building to the sidewalk, you slowed down, looking around to spot—a bashful blushing mess of tattoos, tanned skin and messy pink hair.

sukuna, who looked like he was leaning on his black sports car moments before now shuffled away from it, bringing his hands to his jacket, covering his broad frame, lips parting as he saw you descend the stairs.

you took in the sight of the black leather jacket, red gorillaz band tee, and ripped brown jeans, complementing his beautiful skin, silver piercings and circular tattoos on his wrists and handsome face.

you both stood in silence, taking in each other's presence, and after a while you heard a lowk chuckle.

"you look stunning as ever, who knew we'd accidentally match today?"

taking a few steps towards him, you blush, responding "you look really nice today too, sukuna," noticing his flustered expression, tracing over your body.

he smiles and extends his hand, and inviting you to follow around the front of his car, he says, "shall we get going then?"

taking his surprisingly gentle hand and following him to the passenger seat, he opens the door and lets you in, letting you lower gently into the soft leather seat.

when he joins you in the seat next to you, he softly turned,

"i went ahead and reserved a table at a nice quaint restaurant near the docks, would you like to go there?"

you were expecting an awkward exchange of "no you decide" to start your date, so you beam a "that would be perfect" to him.

as he starts the car, you notice the melodies of familiar songs you once mentioned you liked to him, and as you remarked his similar music taste, he laughed,

"i started giving it a listen after you mentioned liking them, and i thought i'd go ahead and make a playlist inspired by you for the ride"

flattered, you giggled a "thank you," turning your view to the changing scenery of bricked flats to the emerging seaside, filled with old townhouses and blooming flowers on dimming streetlights, as sukuna maintained a casual conversation about how one time, when he first moved to this town, he went to the beach with a sweater on during summer, as he was used to hotter climates.

the ride to the restaurant concluded in warm laughs and blushes, as you soon reached your destination.

once you shyly smiled a thank you taking your bag, looking into his own scarlet eyes, he suddenly grabs your hand, and commands you to stay there.

as he rushes out the car, to your door, he opens it before you could touch the handle, over-exaggerating a bow and gently helping you out of the car.

the sight that greets you was something straight out of a movie: lively birds chirping, as soft music exits the restaurant windows, the gentle sounds of waves and trees brushing against each other, and once you turn to look at sukuna, you really admire him—soft strands of rosy hair moving against the wind, sunlight illuminating the gleaming snake bites that accentuated his plush lips smiling at you, and the eyebrow piercing on his right eyebrow, that softened as his eyes closed, turning to you, hiding an obvious blush that arose from admiring you.

for sukuna, it was literally impossible to compose himself once he saw you rush towards him, with your messy hair framing your face and stupidly cute matching outfit, he'd lost count of the amount of times e'd been utterly starstruck—no, lovestruck when you'd turn to him, with nothing but pure happiness on your face, happiness he knows he's made happen.

and the way you looked at him after he opened your car door, he swears that it was way too good to be true, but oh, he didn't know the meaning of those words, as the cool air brushing against your flushed face, perfectly flowing your hair, admiring the pretty little things in the scenery, he really felt like he was right before the pearly gates of heaven—quickly trying, but failing to hide his amusement and reddened face once you turned to look at him.

placing his hands over yours, he swiftly guided them to rest against his big, muscular arm, looking satisfied with himself as you let a gasp of surprise escape your lips.

once inside, a waitress quickly leads both of you towards a secluded part of the old, remodeled townhouse, adorned with hanging plants and flowers and low music, placing two menus on the table, and two glasses of water, leaving you stunned with what your date planned just for you.

sukuna again held your chair, inviting you to sit down, and sitting down in front of you, he closed the space between you even more, leaning down,

"wow, i really didn't think you could get even more beautiful..." he smirks, gazing into your glistening eyes, heat rising to your face. you manage a shy giggle, teasing him,

"hehe, thank you sukuna, you really outdid yourself just for me, huh?"

sukuna's smile falters, his gaze entranced just by a few words you said.

both of you eventually laugh, after getting lost in each other's eyes, and begin discussing the menu, with you pointing out cute desserts and looking back at him with dazzling eyes, god, he was really trying not to give himself completely to you in that moment.

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as you placed your orders and waited for the food, you started naturally talking, with either one of you sometimes getting self-conscious and becoming a blushing mess in the middle of it.

you gradually found out you had many things in common, both moving to this small town for collage, liking watching the same shows and movies and even both owning cats!

"yeah my cat's a fatass, can't stop eating for his life, but hey, been with me since i came here" sukuna remarks, with you following

"mine's also kinda overweight, but she's a sweetie and is basically a stuffed animal, with how much she likes to be petted"

sukuna laughs, remarking how much you two have in common.

as the dinner progresses and you get your food, that's not the only thing in your mind, as nothing would've prepared you for the size of sukuna's biceps and dashing tattoos stretching through his bulky arms when he took off his jacket. you couldn't stop staring, and he noticed, earning a low chuckle and a blush of embarrassment.

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after he finished paying, he then suggested you check out the pier and the park near the water, walking shyly side-by-side and admiring the watercolor sunset and soft waves clashing onto the rocks, talking about everything, and nothing.

as your cool hands brushed by each other quite a few times, sukuna, to your surprise and flush of your cheeks, took the initiative to loop your arm around his, claiming "to be careful so you didnt fall," although he'd probably never admit that the soft contrast of your skin against his gave made him feel like falling for you all over again.

he'd also never admit that he planned all of this just so he could give you one last gift of the day, sukuna wanted this date to fulfill one last cliché—to get you a gorgeous boquet of flowers to match.

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as you both reached the lowest point of the park, right where the connection to the sea and the antique buildings across from it, you noticed a small flower shop, but not wanting to seem expecting, tried to point it out quickly and keep walking—but much to your surprise, sukuna stopped, got embarrassingly close to you, melting your eyes with the sparkle and determination of his, and asked you "hey... i have a surprise for you, could you turn around for a sec?" and oh, how could you say no to the face of an eager and blushing mess of a puppy-eyed face your handsome, caramel-tan date had.

2 minutes after you turned around, a shy hand reached for yours, and you heard sukuna's voice, sweet like honey and shyness "hey... can you turn around?"

the sight in front was like midsummer perfection. a bashful sukuna looking directly into your eyes with glimmers of expectancy and pride, as he getly took your hand to wrap around his own, holding tjust the most beautiful bouquet you've ever seen.

pink and white camellias wrapping around the edges of the arrangement, with white carnations and red chrysanthemums in the middle, and specks of white clovers all around, you'd never felt so loved.

before you could even process what your body was doing, you felt your hands wrapping around his (noticeably warm and sweaty) hands, grabbing the arrangement and reaching for his neck, pulling him into a hug, "thank you so much, kuna! you really are so thoughtful!"

the whole bulk of tanned muscle can't process how your entire body is over him in such a short amount of time, and how his face has been made into a blushing mess of pink that complimented his hair and heat that radiated from both your your bodies in the embrace, placing his hands carefully, and gently on top of your waist.

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the drive home was free of awkwardness, consisting of the sweet singing of song you both knew and telling him all about your trips and cute stuff you liked.

once you got to your apartment, and you both got out of the car, standing one step above sukuna, you could really see his blushing expression, and downright pretty face, shining a warm smile across your face, you appreciated the silence that formed, only iterrupted by the cold breeze sometimes, you gazed in each other's eyes—you suddenly remembered! the final cliché moment of the evening.

your rounded eyes now full of determination and hands coming up to cup his beautiful face and sharp jaw, tracing slowly over his tattoos, "can i give you a goodbye kiss!?"

sukuna short-circuited, not being able to grasp how the girl who was permanently blushing every time he got lost in his eyes, and with the little restrain he had at this point, "please..." came out as a pathetic whimper.

you quickly pressed your lips to his, feeling the softness and yearning instantly of them, smelling his natural scent and the scent of the flowers over his shoulder and with his hands on your waist pulling you closer to his chest, it was really picture-perfect.

as you both parted from each other, your hands still caressing his neck and face, you pulled him into a hug, yawning a goodbye, as sukuna was still lovestruck and infinitely flustered "would you, maybe, like to do this again?"

"i would love to, kuna," the nickname sending floods of heat right towards his chest

"um, alright... well you have my number..."

going up the stairs and looking at him, "yes i do."

a/n. yes i love flower language and tan sukuna gawdddd make out with me ( ˶˘ ³˘)♡

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