masterlist. ask. you lose all your memories of your relationship with satoru and although he's devastated, he does everything he can to make you fall in love with him. and you can't help but fall for his antics all over again
not proofread! ngl...this was the longest fic i've ever written
everything felt...wrong. your head hurt a lot more that usual. your eyelids heavy and you could barely move your body at all. just what the hell was going on?
your eyelids fluttered open only to be hit by bright, white lights and the smell of antiseptic and medicine. you groaned trying to sit up when you suddenly heard a frantic gasp, followed by shuffling on your right side. your eyes still needed some time to adjust and when you could finally see, you saw your roommate, satoru by your side, holding your hand, worry and relief etched onto his face at the same time.
"i'm so glad you're okay", he kissed the back of your hand which took you by surprise. you quickly yanked your hand away from him, your heart rate spiking. satoru looked at you confused. "what's wrong, baby?"
baby?...what the fuck was going on?!?!
"what did you just call me?"
"i called you, baby. are you still not feeling alright? should i get a nurse?"
"why did you call me...that? we're roommates, remember?"
"what? we started dating two weeks ago. have you forgotten?". your eyes widen. there was no way this was real. he was fucking with you like he always did. although you never found his jokes funny, this especially wasn't.
"i'm not up for your jokes gojo. this is serious. also, why am I in the hopital?", just then a nurse came in and smiled at the both of you. she checked your vitals and everything and later satoru was called out by the doctor. all while you sat alone in your thoughts trying to remember how the hell you ended up in the hospital. some time later, satoru came back in. he sat down by the edge of the bed and tried holding your hand away but you pulled away, again.
"the doctor said you'll have to stay here for another week before you can come back home. i was so worried about you"
"how did i end up here? and how long was i out for?"
"i found you lying at the bottom of the stairs when i came back home a week ago and quickly rushed you to the hospital when you weren't responding. you've been in a coma for 6 days"
"huh?!?!", you let out getting even more confused. just what happened until you lost your balance and slipped all the way down the stairs. you were happy to have still been alive, but how could you be so clumsy.
"i was hoping you would wake up sometime soon. i sat and slept right there and never left your side. i was so scared, baby", he caressed your cheek, your cheeks warming and absolutely bewildered.
how did you even come about dating your hot roommate. you've had a crush on him for as long as you could remember, did he really feel that way and how come you don't remember either of you confessing.
"i still need some time to think about...us dating. it's just too much informationg at the moment". satoru nodded, keeping his hands to himself. you laid back down on the bed, back facing him trying to calm down your beating heart.
throughout the week, the doctors performed multiple tests to check up on your health. satoru came to visit you everyday without fail, bringing you your favourite food and spilling all the things you'd missed out on. he stayed with you almost all day and some days, slept right on the couch no matter how many times you insisted that he shouldn't. but he ignored you like he always did. "is it such a crime to sleep in the same room as my girlfriend?"
again with the girlfriend thing. no matter how many times you thought about it, it just didn't make sense. why the hell would he choose you over the hundreds of girls who threw themselves at him on the daily. did you confess? did he confess? were the both of you forced into some kind of situation? or was it...a bet?
satoru was a nice guy and he would never lead on someone he's not interested in. but that still was a possibility. yeah...he was probably pushed into this situation and that made you feel like shit.
a week had finally passed, meaning you could finally go back home and sleep in your own bed. satoru helped pack your belongings as you changed into a dress that he brought for you. you don't remember buying it, at all.
you walked back into the room just as satoru finished packing. when his eyes rested on your figure, his eyes softened and a smile appeared on his face.
"you look so beautiful", he engulfed you in hug, your face planted right against his chest, his scent invading your brain. you wanted to wrap your arms around him but you couldn't. your arms stayed awkwardly at your side and he finally pulled away. "let's get you home."
sat in the passenger seat, you thought long and hard whether you should confront him. if it's a bet you needed to let him know that he can't disrespect you like that. you pursed your lips aware at the fact that he had his eye on you.
"everything good? you look uneasy", he placed his hands on your thigh, his thumb rubbing small circles on your skin. you shoved his hand away and stared at him.
"is this some kind of bet?"
"what?"
"don't act stupid, gojo. did you lose a bet or something? or is this some kind of sick dare? i know we're not dating"
"yes we are dating, (name). why would you even think that?"
"it just doesn't make sense. you can have anyone you want and you choose me? and conveniently, you re eal to me that we're dating mere minutes after i woke up from a fucking coma at my most vulnerable. you really think i wouldn't think about that?"
"i have no idea where you're getting all these crazy ideas from but we can discuss this properly at home"
"no! i wanna talk about this now! don't try to ignore me, gojo! i need answers"
"first of all, it's 'toru to you. secondly, i would never so much as lie to you about that because i actually love you"
"bullshit!". satoru let out a heavy sigh. the smile that once graced his handsome features long gone, replaced by something you can't really define. the rest of the ride was quiet. you were angry. you had been put in a situation that you didn't understand, under circumstances you don't even remember. before long, gojo pulled into the dorm parking lot and you quickly got out.
satoru grabbed your bag and you both went up the elevator to your dorm room. once inside, you sat down at the counter waiting for him to settle down. he came into the kitchen and poured a glass of water then handing it to you.
"make it make sense to me. how exactly did we start dating?". you stare was intense. satoru shifted awkwardly in his seat and cleared his throat.
"about four weeks ago, i came back from a party late and found you waiting for me on the couch. i was a little tipsy and i just couldn't help but find you so cute when you berating me and i just kissed you...you didn't pull back, but you didn't return the kiss either and then i told you that i love you. i poured my heart out to you, (name)"
"you said we started dating three weeks ago"
"you didn't answer me that same night. you said you needed time to process and came back to me a week later and that's when we became official"
you remained quiet, still trying to process this all. satoru reached for hand and stared into your eyes lovingly. "i would never lie to you like that. i just hope you can believe believe me and accept me as your boyfriend again".
now you felt like shit.
"i'm sorry for attacking you like that. i should have trusted you more."
"there's no need to apologize, cutie. i totally understand. atleast i have my girlfriend now, safe and sound right where she sould be"
the next weeks roll by. you were still trying to adjust to the whole dating satoru thing. it still felt kind of weird when he would run up to you, pick you up and spin you around. but in a way, it still felt nice.
the knowledge of having eneded up with your crush was pretty sweet. satoru refrained from kissing you and touching you all the time although it was killing him. he had finally made you his and he had to do the work all over again, but it was going to be worth it.
he took you out on cute dates, bought you cute gifts whenever he had the chance and always walked or drove you wherever you needed to go to. he chatted up an thunderstorm, making sure that you always knew he was present and will forever be by your side.
you grew more fond of him and became more drawn to him. he was a really sweet guy, incredibly, stupidly handsome and he only had eyes for you. he was everything you could ever want in a boyfriend. and you needed him to know exactly how you felt, again.
three months after your coma, he took you out to the finest restaurant in the city. your hands became clammy as the night neared it's end and it didn't help that he was being overly sweet too. pouring you a glass of wine, offering you his food, listening to you talk. you almost chickened out but you didn't want to lose him.
you finally got back home and right before he unlocked the front door, you grabbed his wrist.
"is there something wrong, baby", he asked in a low voice, his brows furrowed making him look worried. you stared to the side, your cheeks getting warmer, your legs stiff but feeling jelly like at the same time and you felt so overwhelmed as you heartbeat quickened.
you took in a deep breathe and looked him in the eye. "i've been thinking a lot and...i...i love you satoru". you shut your eyes, waiting. a part of you waited for the rejection, the humiliation anything just so you could be done with this.
time seemed to pass by so quickly, and no answer came out of him. you slowly opened your eyes only to see him teary eyed as his hand covered his mouth. he embraced you in a tight hug and this time you hugged him back. his face against your neck as he sniffles.
satoru pulled back, the biggest smile you've ever seen on his face as his cheeks flushed pink.
"i love you too, (name)...so so much", he picked you up and spun you around before pressing his lips onto yours in a passionate kiss. his hand rested on your hips while your arms wrapped around his neck, a tear now streaming down your face. he pulled back, now resting his forehead on yours.
"no matter how long it would have taken, i will always wait for you to come back to me"
a/n: btw, i was listening to "wanna be yours" while writing this bc it felt right
summary: when your boyfriend abandons you on the side of a mountain you find solace in the form of a pink-haired mountaineer who comes to your rescue
word count: 11k
content: 18+ mdni, smut, modern au, mountaineering/hiking, reader is dating naoya :(, abusive bf, misogyny, injury, fluff, hurt/comfort, friends to lovers, cheating (kind of? reader's relationship with naoya is essentially done), semi-public sex (in a tent), piv, fingering, soft!sukuna
a/n: thinking about this scenario was the only thing that got me through my own miserable mountain experience and food poisoning last week :(
You’d joined the mountaineering club out of a desire to connect more with your boyfriend.
He was an experienced mountaineer - the type of person who’d been climbing peaks with his family since he was a kid, and you’d thought he’d be happy to be able to go on those adventures with you. You’d figured it could be one of those interests that you shared. Something you could do together.
Dismissal had been the emotion you’d been met with when you first told him you’d joined. It had been a scoff paired with an off-handed statement about how you weren’t cut out for all that.
Maybe, if you’d had more sense, you would’ve broken up with Naoya in that moment and saved yourself a whole lot of trouble. Instead, just like always, you made excuses for him. You figured he was just having a bad day - that you just needed to prove yourself to him and then he’d be happy to have you as a climbing buddy.
He was just concerned about your skill. That was all.
So you’d worked hard at the club - learned plenty of skills, did plenty of hours in the gym, made dozens of friends with the other club members to ensure you weren’t dependent on Naoya to teach you everything.
You tried to ignore how uninterested your boyfriend seemed in your progress, tried to ignore the way he’d flirt with the other women at the club - you were sure he’d be so impressed with you on your first major outing to Mount Hotaka that he’d forget about everything else and be pleased with you for once.
That was all you wanted, for him to be proud of you outside of the offhanded thanks he’d give whenever you’d make him dinner.
Your first trip out to the mountain had several people in attendance. Beyond you and Naoya there were a handful of women from the club who you’d grown close with: Shoko, Utahime and Yuki, and then a few men. There were a couple of older guys you didn’t know very well, and then a few in your age range who had been helping develop your skills - the most notable of that group being Sukuna, who had dedicated lots of time to teaching you knowledge that Naoya had brushed aside.
It had surprised you at first, that the hulking pink-haired man had any interest in helping you do anything. Others in the club had claimed that he tended to be aloof, harsh and generally unfriendly - and while he was harsh in his teachings, unfriendly was certainly not the word you’d use to describe him.
He’d gone out of his way to help you, chasing away others like Satoru with the claim that they were ‘too stupid to teach you right’. Spending hours at your side, he’d taught you all you needed to know about equipment, rope skills and climbing. He wouldn’t provide praise unless it was deserved, but once you’d finally started getting things right he’d always made sure you knew he was pleased with you.
It was praise you were desperately starved for, praise you’d love to receive from your boyfriend, and you were ashamed to admit that Sukuna’s simple compliments lingered in your mind for longer than they should have.
You’d grown rather fond of him since joining the mountaineering club, even despite his somewhat prickly demeanour to everyone else, you felt he was someone you could rely on, someone who wouldn’t call you stupid for asking him questions. Even if he’d sometimes tease you for getting upset or frustrated for not understanding something, he’d still take the time to help you understand.
Unlike Naoya, who would roll his eyes and once again point out how unfit you were for something as involved as mountain climbing.
The comparison between the two was something you found yourself making more and more often, eyes straying over to your pink-haired friend when he wasn’t looking, your stomach flipping when he’d speak to you, or when he’d place a large hand on your shoulder in congratulations at a task done well.
You knew it was wrong, chastising yourself whenever the thought of Sukuna would stray into your mind late at night while Naoya was snoring away next to you. Not only did you have a boyfriend, but you were certain Sukuna didn’t think of you in anything beyond a friendly manner anyway.
So you kept those feelings locked deep within your chest and tried to focus on why you were in the club in the first place - to prove to your boyfriend that you’d make a good partner for his mountain expeditions, to prove that you were worth more to him than being a glorified maid in his house.
The first few hours of the hike, starting in the early morning, had gone by fairly uneventfully. Your training had paid off and your legs felt good as you winded up through valleys and fields, trailing a little behind the group of boys, favouring a slightly slower pace and jovial conversation amongst the girls.
Despite Naoya’s reluctance for you to join the club, you felt like it was where you were supposed to be. You loved being out in nature - taking in the fresh air and drinking from mountain streams, wandering along with like-minded people and encouraging each other along through the gruelling uphills.
It wasn’t until late afternoon that things started to get more difficult, with the altitude creeping steadily up, and the group stumbling across snow fields that still hadn’t melted in the late spring air. It was nothing you weren’t prepared for, but with everyone feeling a great deal more tired than they had in the morning hours, the pace slowed considerably.
A group of the more experienced men ended up going on ahead at a quicker pace, saying they’d get the next big section of uphill completed and scout out a good camping spot for the night, since the plan was to make a summit push in the early morning to watch the sunrise.
You didn’t mind that so much - you didn’t like the feeling of slowing them down and that arrangement meant that you could keep going at a comfortable pace without feeling stressed about it. The girls you were with were perfectly experienced in their own right, and Naoya had chosen to hang behind with you anyway rather than going on ahead.
That was a decision that you’d convinced yourself was on account of him wanting to keep an eye on you, but a part of you believed it was really because he didn’t get along with any of the men at the club.
Or perhaps it was just so he could keep staring at Yuki’s ass like he had been for the entire hike up to that point.
The next couple of hours were difficult, and everyone grew more withdrawn under the effort of a constant uphill - facing switchback after switchback with no clarity on how far you had to go beneath a freshly settled blanket of fog lowering the visibility. Shoko had been struggling for a while, and after an extended rest on a rock decided that it was best if she turned back and camped somewhere lower in the valley.
She’d been having issues with her lungs and didn’t think it was wise to keep going.
At her decision, Utahime also suggested that she wanted to go back, mentioning that she also didn’t feel in the best physical condition, and Yuki insisted on going back with the two of them to make sure they got back down safely. You’d considered joining them, but you were still feeling good both physically and mentally and were keen to continue upwards towards the peak.
Considering Naoya’s experience, you were certain that the two of you would be fine even without the girls, so you waved them off and continued upwards into the mist, eager to reconnect with the other half of your group and get settled with Naoya in the tent for the night.
—
Sukuna had found a pretty good camping spot. He was pretty sure it was in a similar position to where he’d set up on his solo winter ascent a couple of years before - a location that should be downright comfy in the mild spring weather.
Assuming that weather stayed mild.
It was hard to tell through all the fog, but he was almost sure he could see dark clouds rolling high in the sky. He hoped he was wrong. There hadn’t been a storm on the forecast, and if one was to roll in that could make for a very harrowing evening, especially for people like you who’d had little experience of the mountains.
He hoped one bad night wouldn’t be enough to put you off entirely.
“Yuki just radioed.” Satoru called out to him. “She, Shoko and Utahime are all going back down. The others are still coming I think.”
Sukuna hummed in affirmation as he moved to set up his tent. He wished it could’ve just been you coming up, rather than you and your shithead boyfriend, but he supposed he’d rather you have a buddy in the mountains than be out there alone. If he’d had things his way, he would’ve hung back with you for the whole duration of the hike, but he didn’t need people casting suspicions on his actions.
He’d already received some strange looks over his eagerness to teach you - the last thing he needed was the rumor mill in full operation.
Even if the rumor mill was right in this case.
He liked you. He really liked you.
Feelings that he needed to keep to himself, because your boyfriend was one jealous asshole, and he was almost confident that any sign of flirting on Sukuna’s part would have Naoya taking out his anger and jealousy on you, which was the last thing he wanted. He wasn’t sure what you saw in that guy, but god, Sukuna wanted to bash his teeth in.
He’d been watching it for months now - the depressing life you lived in which you’d excitedly bound over to Naoya to show him something you’d learned only for him to react with total disregard. Sukuna had watched the light in your eyes flicker and die each time, doing his best to control the rage boiling in his chest.
You deserved better than that fucker.
But he got the sense that you weren’t able to see that.
Almost everyone had set up their tents, laughing and joking and tearing into provisions by the time Naoya appeared from the mist. A couple of hours had passed since the group first found the camping spot, and Satoru welcomed him enthusiastically as he stepped into the clearing. He looked surprisingly exhausted for a man who was supposed to be experienced.
Sukuna’s red eyes scanned the fog, waiting for you to appear behind the man. His chest squeezed when only silence followed, no sign of your presence in the mist.
“Is it only you?” Satoru asked, voicing the very question that was on the tip of Sukuna’s tongue.
“Yeah, the girls went down,” Naoya responded nonchalantly, shrugging off his backpack. “Is there a good place for me to set up?” Satoru’s lips parted, as if to question the man’s statement, considering Yuki had relayed specific names, but he clearly thought better of it, nodding and pointing Naoya in the direction of a clear patch of dirt for him to pitch his tent.
Sukuna wasn’t so happy to shrug it off.
“Yuki only said she was going down with Utahime and Shoko,” he called out to Naoya. The man turned to look at him, irritation shining in his amber eyes. Sukuna was well aware that Naoya despised him just as much as he despised Naoya.
“They all went. Think I don’t know where my own girlfriend is?” Naoya snapped.
Sukuna stared him down for a moment before leaving him be, heading over to Satoru and asking for the radio. Speaking into it, he called out for Yuki, praying that they were still within a reasonable range to pick up his voice.
He was met with only silence, cursing under his breath at the realisation that they were probably all the way back in the valley by that point and likely impossible to reach. His crimson gaze fell to Naoya once more, watching him hum as he set up his tent without a care in the world.
Something in the pit of Sukuna’s stomach told him that there was something wrong. You hadn’t gone back with Yuki. You’d been so happy all day, so excited about your first major peak. Not only that, but you’d been in good condition - he’d been watching you whenever he could, he’d been proud at how well you were doing.
You wouldn’t have turned back. And if you had, Yuki would’ve listed your name when she was heading down. Yuki was no newcomer to the mountains - she was responsible and experienced and she always emphasised the importance of good communications. And if you’d have turned back any later, Naoya should’ve gone with you - it's what any sensible person would’ve done.
But he was here, and you weren’t. And you hadn’t gone with Yuki. So you were alone.
Sukuna’s first instinct was to bash Naoya’s head in. He wanted to walk over there and silence that bastard’s humming with a well placed rock to the head. What kind of a man - an experienced mountaineer, no less - would abandon their inexperienced girlfriend on the side of a mountain?
It wasn’t like Sukuna doubted your ability. He’d taught you all you needed to know, but putting those things into practice alone, at altitude, and in adverse weather was a whole other thing.
Instead of doing anything about Naoya, he parked that issue temporarily and quickly moved to dismantle his own tent. He wasn’t going to sit there and do nothing while your location was unaccounted for. Even if you had gone down shortly after Yuki, even if you’d made it back to the valley by yourself, he wasn’t going to roll the dice on your life.
He’d go back the way they’d come and he’d walk until he found you - even if that happened to be safe and sound at the bottom of the mountain.
“What’re you doing?” Satoru asked, hovering as Sukuna put his stuff back into his pack. Naoya had stopped to watch, a sneer on his already ugly face.
“I don’t think she went down with Yuki. I need to make sure the boyfriend of the year over there didn’t leave her in some bad situation,” Sukuna explained.
“Oh my god, she’s fine.” Naoya snapped from across the campsite. “Yuki just misspoke, she went down with them. Why is it your problem anyway? It's not like she’s your girlfriend.”
The defensive edge to the man’s voice told Sukuna all he needed to know, and he ignored the jabs in favour of packing up more quickly. He didn’t want it to get too dark - if something bad had happened and you didn’t have your headlamp on it would be impossible to find you at night.
Unfortunately, Naoya seemed to have no interest in letting up. “I mean seriously? You’re actually doing this? I know you wanna fuck her but she’s always been a loyal little thing - she ain’t gonna put out for you because of this. I think she’s realised that she isn’t cut out for this type of shit - she went back down to safety with the rest of the girls and I think she’ll probably quit the club. She can get back to what she’s good at.”
Sukuna’s hands stilled as he zipped his bag shut, his expression calm as he finally looked at the man before him. There was malice in his expression and a clear, guilty desire to keep Sukuna from trekking back down the mountain path.
“‘She can get back to what she’s good at’?” Sukuna asked, drawing himself up to his full height. “And what would that be?”
The smug grin Naoya shot him was sickening. “Making me dinner.”
Sukuna laughed, a deep unpleasant sound rumbling from his chest. “Right.” He took a step forward, towering over your boyfriend who he deeply hoped would be your ex-boyfriend after that expedition. Before Naoya could react, Sukuna grabbed him by the front of his raincoat. “Listen. I’m going back down that path. If I find her out there, abandoned and alone, be assured that I’ll beat you so badly that you’ll never climb another mountain again. Do you understand me?”
Fear flickered in Naoya’s amber eyes, but he pushed it down quickly, replacing it with a scowl. “Get the fuck off me.”
Sukuna let him go, revelling in the way he stumbled about off balance, barely keeping himself from careening onto the floor. If he was being honest with himself, the desire to enact justice on Naoya in that moment was tempting, but he could wait. Every moment he spent in that camp was another moment of peril for you.
And unlike Naoya, he wouldn’t leave you to a night alone on a mountain.
—
You weren’t sure when you’d lost Naoya.
He’d been picking up the pace significantly while you’d been getting slower and slower, and despite calling out for him to wait for you to catch up, eventually he just disappeared off into the fog - the sound of his footsteps fading entirely.
It had left you at a loss, unsure as to whether you should keep going or turn back. You were certain that the summit camp probably wasn’t too far off, but you had no real idea of how far that distance might actually be, and had a vague concern that you might take a wrong turn in the ever-thickening fog, leaving you stranded for the night. You and Naoya were sharing a tent which he’d been carrying, and subsequently ending up alone for the evening wasn’t ideal for you.
The most you’d be able to do is wrap yourself in your sleeping bag and find a sheltered place to hunker down for the night.
But it shouldn’t come to that.
Getting down to the valley would take too long, and you weren’t sure where Yuki and the gang would’ve settled anyway. Naoya had the radio. He had everything really, which meant that the only thing you could do was continue upwards and hope that you stumbled across the other half of your group.
It was a plan that was going okay until you’d carelessly stepped on a loose rock, sending you tumbling back down a hill of scree you’d spent the past half an hour climbing.
At first you’d thought only your morale was damaged, your mind exhausted at the prospect of having to get back up and reascend a slope you’d already climbed once. But as you struggled to get to your feet, you realised that it wasn’t only your mind that had undergone damage.
A hot pain spread through your ankle as you tried to stand, sending you straight back down to the floor with a yelp. Panic instantly overcame you, the sudden realisation of where you were hitting you like a tonne of bricks. Naoya, your boyfriend, had abandoned you on the side of a mountain. He’d left you in the fog, beneath the setting sun, without a tent and without a radio. And now you were injured.
If you didn’t know better, you would’ve said he was actively trying to kill you.
But what was more likely was that he was just proving the point he’d been trying to make all along - that you weren’t cut out for the life of a mountaineer.
And considering your condition, could you really disagree with him?
Soft sobs overtook you, and you began to spiral. You weren’t sure how long you sat there, shivering as the cold grew more intense, mumbling incoherently to yourself about how you should’ve gone back down to the valley with Yuki.
Perhaps you never should’ve tried facing the mountains in the first place.
Maybe Naoya was right.
They were thoughts that fled from your mind at the blessed sight of a headlamp cutting through the fog from above, footsteps crunching evenly on scree, picking up in speed the moment the light shone upon your sorry figure huddled on the ground.
“Fuck, are you okay?” Sukuna’s voice had a tremor of relief shooting through you, and more tears swelled at the corners of your eyes. He was crouching down in front of you, expression laden with concern as he scanned your cowering form. One of his hands reached for your face, wiping away tears carefully while he waited for you to answer him.
“My ankle…” You mumbled. Everything was too overwhelming for you to articulate any further, your words already coming out all choked and shaky. Sukuna didn’t need to hear any more, attention instantly shifting to your foot. His hands moved to prod gently at it, watching your face for a grimace which came quickly under his touch.
“Does that hurt?”
You nodded. He bit down on his lip and quickly moved to untie the lace of your boot. A soft whimper left your lips as he pulled it from your foot, but he was right to pay your reaction no mind since you were overcome with relief once your ankle was freed from those rigid confines pressing down too tightly upon it.
It had swollen up significantly in the time you’d been sitting there waiting for someone to come for you.
“Right. I’ll deal with the ankle soon but I want to get us to someplace better first before it gets fully dark.” It was only just occurring to you that the wind had started to pick up a little, your clothes ruffled by air rushing against you. It would be best to be in a less exposed place - Sukuna had taught you that exposure made all the difference when dealing with bad weather.
“There was a plateau back down at the bottom of this slope,” you mumbled, remembering the slight respite you’d had from the seemingly neverending onslaught of uphill.
Sukuna gave you a proud smile and it made your heart flutter. “Yeah, that would work. I’m gonna carry you down there, if that’s okay? I don’t think you should try walking on that ankle until we give it a proper look.”
You wanted to collapse into fresh tears at the suggestion. While your boyfriend, the person who was supposed to look after you, had abandoned you on the side of your first big mountain, Sukuna was here offering to carry you to safety. The feeling his offer was giving you had a risk of overwhelming you entirely, utterly grateful that he was the person who’d come back to look for you.
Naively, you wondered if Naoya had sent him down to look for you. It was a weak hope, a desperate, delusional belief that your boyfriend wasn’t as cruel as he truly was.
“Yeah, that’s okay,” you said, quietly. You tried to ignore how pleasant it felt when Sukuna crouched down to scoop you up into his arms. His touch felt warm against your body which had grown cold over the past few hours of inactivity. The arms holding you were strong and secure, building a feeling of safety knowing he was there with you.
Naoya would’ve taken issue with it, but you wished you’d asked Sukuna to stick with you throughout the whole trip. Things would’ve felt better if it was him you were relying on rather than your boyfriend. In his lessons he’d always emphasised the importance of matching your pace with a mountain buddy - always checking that they weren’t far behind.
Rules that a supposedly experienced mountaineer like Naoya should’ve been well aware of.
Sukuna strode down the rest of the hill with ease, keeping you tucked close against him in a princess carry. Considering that you had your pack still on your back you were surprised at how easy he made the whole thing look, because he wasn’t exactly carrying a light load between you in his arms and his own bag on his back. But he didn’t complain or demonstrate any signs of struggle.
Outside of the fact that he was largely silent until you reached your destination.
You didn’t mind that. It wasn’t like you were in the mood to talk either, your mind swimming with all kinds of things now that you were in safe hands. Naoya had left you behind to die. You could’ve died if no one had come back for you. Exposure could’ve gotten to you, or an animal, or some person with ill-intent prowling the mountainside.
He’d left you helpless and defenceless.
And, as rain started to drip from the sky above, you realised that if Sukuna hadn’t come for you, it would’ve been an evening out in the storm, at altitude, with nothing but your rain jacket and sleeping bag to huddle within.
You could’ve died.
Sukuna found a well sheltered area and placed you down while he set up the tent. You were in awe at how quickly he got it done - the same actions would’ve taken you three times the time it took his experienced hands to get it sorted. You were grateful for the speed, because it meant the two of you made it inside before the worst of the rain began to hammer down from the sky above.
“Okay. First the ankle. Then everything else.”
You tilted your head a little at his statement, not quite sure what he meant by everything else, but you assumed he was referring more to your mental condition and questions around how you’d ended up in your terrible position in the first place. You hoped he wouldn’t be mad at you for failing to make it up to the peak after how much time he’d spent teaching you things.
You thought maybe he’d chastise you for things like not having your own tent or radio, but Naoya had been insistent about carrying those items for you, assuring you that he’d stick at your side and claiming his actions were out of a desire to keep your pack as light as possible.
You were stupid to have believed him.
Sukuna knelt by your foot, removing your sock and inspecting the damage carefully. His fingers pressed delicately against the skin and you found yourself admiring his concentrated expression in the lamplight. “I don’t think it's broken,” he said. “Probably just twisted.”
Reaching into his first aid kit, he found a bandage which he wrapped around the problem area, before pulling out an ice pack and snapping to activate its effects. He placed the pack down on your ankle, earning a little hiss from you which pulled a small smile from his otherwise serious face.
He’d been really serious since he’d found you, his expression all irritated and stormy.
Was he angry with you? Frustrated that he’d had to come back down the mountain to your aid? You didn’t like the idea of being his burden.
“Endure the cold for a bit - it’ll make you feel much better.” he said, placing a warm hand on your calf. Your breath hitched involuntarily at the contact and Sukuna quickly withdrew from you, a tinge of guilt flickering across his handsome face. He instantly busied himself before you could question it, moving onto the next stage of tending to your injury.
He fumbled about in his pack and withdrew some clothing, bundling it up into a small pile and wedging it beneath your foot to elevate it a little. Nothing he was doing was particularly revolutionary - on the contrary, his actions were all things he’d taught you to do in the event of an injury.
You’d just been too panicked to do anything on that scree slope.
Perhaps he was mad at you for that too.
Sukuna laid out his sleeping mat next to you, his nose wrinkling at the revelation that you didn’t have one because it was in Naoya’s possession. He slid his mat beneath you, keen not to have you lying on the floor, before pulling out his sleeping bag and sitting on top of that for some amount of comfort.
“So, what happened?” Sukuna asked. His voice was a little clipped, as if he was holding himself back from saying what he really wanted to say.
“I was rushing and lost my footing on some scree-”
“No. I mean, why are you alone?”
“Oh.” You shrugged, taking a deep breath and avoiding his eyes. There was a sticky feeling building up in your throat, keeping your words down. If you said the truth aloud you were certain you’d burst into tears again. “I don’t know,” you mumbled finally.
“You don’t know?” He echoed.
“It just sort of happened. The girls went back down the mountain and Naoya kept going quicker and then we got separated somewhere in the fog. I imagine he was probably waiting somewhere up ahead for me but then I slipped.” You weren’t sure why you were trying to defend your boyfriend. You weren’t naive enough to truly believe he’d been waiting up ahead for you.
He’d left you.
But the idea of airing out just how stupid you were to be in that relationship in the first place felt humiliating. You wanted to at least pretend that Naoya didn’t leave you for dead - that you weren’t the fool who had stayed for years with an abusive boyfriend when you should’ve just left.
You didn’t want Sukuna to think you were completely pathetic.
“Naoya arrived at the camp hours ago,” Sukuna said, his tone detached, as if he wanted to avoid projecting any of his own emotion onto you. “He said you’d gone back down with the rest of the girls.”
The horrified expression on your face must’ve said it all, because Sukuna’s impartiality quickly faded, rage burning within those crimson eyes. Naoya really had abandoned you. And not only that, he’d also attempted to sabotage any retrieval attempt that might be made for you. He’d outright claimed you were safe when he knew no such thing.
It was a thought that made you sick, and once again the tears started to flow, dripping down your cheeks. You’d spent years with that man, feeling like you were less than good enough. You’d let him break you down, put up with his endless bullying and tormenting, all because he’d been sweet to you at the start.
You’d always thought you weren’t good enough, always thought that it was your fault he was so unpleasant with you.
Now it felt like your eyes were open for the first time.
He’d left you on the side of a mountain. He couldn’t care less about your wellbeing. He couldn’t care less about you unless you were making him dinner.
And you’d put up with it.
You were a fool.
“I knew that fucker was lying,” Sukuna hissed. “Yuki didn’t say your name when she radioed in to say she was heading back. She’s always good with that sort of thing. Fuck, I’m glad I came down to check, who knows what would’ve happened if-”
He cut himself off, faltering before he could finish the sentence. It was clear that he didn’t want to scare or upset you further, not when you’d already reduced yourself to a puddle of tears. You didn’t want to imagine what fate the night would’ve brought if not for Sukuna arriving as your saviour.
Falling silent, he shuffled a little closer to you. Reaching out delicately he began to wipe away your tears with his thumb. The touch of his skin against yours felt pleasant, and you found your sobs faltering at the new found comfort he was providing. A deeply loyal part of you urged you to pull away, reminding you of your boyfriend. You immediately pushed the thought aside.
Naoya wasn’t your boyfriend.
Not after what he’d done.
“Don’t cry. You’re okay. I found you and we’ll make it through the night together. I’m not going anywhere.” Sukuna’s words were soothing, and you found yourself nodding between sniffles, your tears gradually drying up. You hadn’t realised you were shivering until Sukuna tentatively wrapped an arm around you, pulling you up and close to him.
The storm had worsened outside, and you huddled down in your jacket, letting yourself lean into Sukuna’s chest to keep the shivering at bay. If this was how you felt inside a tent with another human to warm you, you hated to think how you would’ve felt still stuck all alone on the scree.
It didn’t bear considering.
“You should report that asshole to the police once we get down. Nothing will come of it because it's hard to prove intent, but this was an active attempt on your life. He had a duty of care he ignored, stripped you of shelter and then tried to prevent a rescue. I have half a mind to kill him myself.” Sukuna’s voice rumbled through his body.
No one had ever really stood up for you before. Naoya was always good at being charming when it mattered. Your parents and the rest of your family had always seen him as a good prospect - a polite and handsome man from a well off family. With your friends, you’d done the damage on your own, always defending him, manipulated by him to act like the perfect picture of an abused girlfriend.
“I’m so stupid,” you whispered.
“What?” Sukuna asked, pulling back ever so slightly so he could look at you properly. You hadn’t spoken at all since the reveal, and your quiet words clearly caught him off guard.
“I’ve wasted so much of my life with him. Spent so much time defending him like he was some good guy. I only joined this club to impress him and all he ever did was tell me how useless I was at stuff like this - at everything. Did you know that he spent most of this hike staring at Yuki’s ass? And yet, when I’d tell him about how much stuff you’d taught me he’d get all mad about me talking to another guy and verbally berate me until I cried. And I just let it all happen. You must think I’m an idiot.”
Sukuna hesitated, searching for the right words. It made you smile in a twisted sort of way, because he was definitely trying to find something to say that wouldn’t indirectly call you stupid - an impossibility considering the circumstances. Now that your eyes were open you could finally see how foolish you’d been.
You just wanted to go home. Forget mountaineering or anything else you’d tried in an attempt to bond with that asshole.
“I don’t think you’re an idiot,” he said finally. “I think guys like that are very good at getting their way, and you happened to be his victim.” The words were uncannily gentle, and at a glance at Sukuna’s face you could tell he was out of his comfort zone, but trying his best. He tightened his grip on you as a sudden gust of wind battered the tent.
The touch had your heart fluttering, and you wondered how Sukuna felt about your current position. It was probably just a necessity in his eyes - a bid to warm up a tired and stressed woman, nothing more than that.
With your loyalty to Naoya stranded somewhere on the mountain never to be recovered, you found yourself wishing the contact was something more than that.
But considering your woefully pathetic attempt at summiting this relatively easy peak, you doubted Sukuna held you in high regard at all. His type was probably some strong, confident girl who already knew all her outdoor skills without Sukuna’s input. The type of woman he could rely on to partner with for dangerous and difficult peaks.
That wasn’t you.
You weren’t sure you’d step foot on a mountain again after this.
“Maybe you don’t think I’m an idiot for that, but you probably think I am for all this.” You gestured in the general direction of your foot, still humiliated at the thought of Sukuna having to rush down the mountain to your rescue, like you couldn’t be left unsupervised for a single moment without finding yourself in need of rescue.
Much to your chagrin, Sukuna laughed. “An idiot for getting injured? No, that’s practically a rite of passage. You were doing great through most of the hike - I was keeping an eye on you before the group split in half. We’ll get you down the mountain and get your ankle sorted, and then you can try this peak again another time.”
Sukuna’s optimism had butterflies swarming in your stomach, but years of insults and abuse weren’t so easily displaced. You lowered your gaze, staring down at your hands in your lap. “I don’t know. I just wonder if Naoya was right. Maybe I’m not cut out for this.”
Sukuna pulled a face, clearly displeased by that statement.
“Do you like being in the mountains?” He asked simply.
He made no statement on your skill, no attack on anything your boyfriend had told you. Asked nothing more than whether you liked being out in the fresh air, doing what you’d been doing before your ankle had been injured.
And you did.
You really did like it.
“Yeah. I do.”
“Then you are cut out for this. Enjoyment is literally the only requirement,” he said earnestly. “Besides, that guy’s full of shit. I taught you everything you needed to know and I have faith in your abilities. If you need to listen to someone else’s opinion to determine your value, how about you consider mine instead of his.”
A flush appeared across your cheeks. Those were the kind of compliments Sukuna would always pay you. Nothing particularly special or flowery, but deeply genuine in a way that had your whole body bursting with pride, pushing the rot of Naoya’s insults from your veins and replacing it with Sukuna’s approval.
“We’ll come back here together in a few weeks, just the two of us, and we’ll do this peak. I can promise you it’ll be better. I won’t abandon you in the fog.” You believed him, nodding a little in agreement. Even in your fragile mental state that evening, you couldn’t help the excited flip of your stomach at the thought of Sukuna wanting to do something alone with you.
The mountaineering club had been a means for you to learn your skills to climb alone with Naoya. You hadn’t expected that it would leave you excited at the prospect of climbing with another man.
Still, you tried not to get ahead of yourself. Your little crush on Sukuna, which had been present for several months more than you were really willing to admit, seemed to have finally found the freedom to really take over your thoughts. Your heart was practically in your throat at your current proximity to him, a desire coursing through your whole body.
You needed to push it back down even with Naoya out of the picture, because you were certain Sukuna was just being friendly, just being a better person than Naoya was. You couldn’t afford to let your mind run wild with fantasies.
At least, that’s what you’d told yourself.
The two of you had sat in silence for a while after Sukuna’s offer of climbing alone together, still huddled together and listening to the wind and rain outside the tent. You found yourself calmed by the steady rhythm of Sukuna’s heartbeat, basking in the warmth of his body which took your mind off the cold compress burning at your ankle.
“Do you mind if we share the sleeping mat? It's okay if not, but it would be warmer for you and more comfy for me that way.” Considering that the two of you had been cuddling for a while, you didn’t see the issue. Anything was fine in matters of survival and you were more than happy to remain close to Sukuna.
“Yeah, sure. We can zip our sleeping bags together.”
Sukuna’s lashes fluttered and you swore you could see a dusting of pink on his cheeks, but you were quick to disregard it. It had been a long and exhausting day, and you were likely just seeing what you wanted to see.
The cold compress had started to lose its effect, and Sukuna removed it from your ankle while the two of you shuffled about to get ready for bed. Your ankle was feeling much better after a period of rest and elevation, and you found you could move it again without excruciating pain. Getting back down the mountain might still be an issue, but it was one you could leave to figure out in the morning.
Zipping your sleeping bags together and settling down on the sleeping mat, Sukuna made space for you beside him. You had to half lay on him for you both to stay on the padding, but with how warm his body seemed to run, you really didn’t mind. He wrapped his arm around you, nestling you close against him under the guise of conserving space - an action that had your whole body thrumming with electricity.
You couldn’t remember the last time you’d felt that way. For months, maybe even years, the only thing you’d felt under Naoya’s touch was mild dread. This was something nicer, something more exciting - a feeling you wanted to experience over and over again.
“Warm enough?” Sukuna asked, giving you a reassuring squeeze. The tent was relatively cool, the fabric being battered by the storm outside, all of which seemed distant as you lay there in Sukuna’s grip. It was a safe and warm place to be, one where you could take your mind off troubles and anxieties knowing he was there to keep anything and everything at bay.
Troubles which Naoya had actively brought upon your life, were effectively chased away by Sukuna.
How you wished you’d met the pink-haired man earlier in your life.
“Warm enough,” you echoed, your voice coming out muffled as you buried your face into his chest.
Again, the two of you fell into comfortable silence, listening to the whistling of wind and basking in the feeling of your bodies pressed close together. You were half asleep and almost convinced that Sukuna was already asleep, when his deep voice cut through the darkness and silence.
“I don’t usually go on these things, you know,” he confessed quietly. “This is my first one. I’m only in the club because it gives you connections for exhibition funding and learning new skills. Usually I do mountains solo and usually I do stuff much harder than this.” He waved his hand in the direction of the tent’s exit.
A guilt blossomed in your gut at the speech, recalling similar words from your boyfriend when you’d brought up the trip. He’d said that climbs in the Japanese Alps outside of wintertime were nothing special, and that the whole thing would likely be so easy that he could do it in his sleep. He’d only agreed to go after you’d begged him, reminding him that you didn’t have the experience he did.
“I’m only here because of you,” Sukuna continued. The guilt within you only grew sharper. Was Sukuna trying to imply that he was only present out of concern for your inexperience? Had you forced him along because he knew something like this would happen? Had he known he’d need to come to your rescue?
“Sorry. I must be such a burden,” you mumbled quietly, burying your face in your sleeping bag.
Did Sukuna really want to commit to climbing alone with you knowing that you were so much less experienced than he was? Or was he just doing it because he felt bad for you? You were likely a pitiful sight with your messed up ankle and an abusive boyfriend who had abandoned you.
Sukuna blinked rapidly, astute enough to swiftly connect the dots. “What? No, that’s not- I was trying to say something nice. I was saying I only came along because I enjoy spending time with you. I don’t like these group things and I prefer to do harder stuff but I’m here because you’re here, and I like you.”
Your heart was pounding so hard you could hear it in your ears, completely drowning out the sound of any thoughts on how you were supposed to reply to that. You were too caught up on the word ‘like’, on the way Sukuna shifted ever so slightly against you, pulling you more firmly against his body.
“What?” You asked, dumbly.
“I like you,” he repeated. “I think you’re so cute and I love how happy you get whenever you learn something new and I’m so fucking exhausted of watching your boyfriend ignore you and take you for granted when I’d cherish you.”
Again, your stomach flipped, your ears growing warm.
“And when that fucker showed up at the top of the mountain without you, I wanted to kill him. When I found you all cold and alone on the slope I just- fuck. I want to keep you safe. I want to be the person who looks out for you, I want to take care of you in a way that guy seems unwilling to. He has no idea what he has- had, while I understand exactly what you’re worth. I want to take you to the mountains at my side because unlike him, I’d be thrilled to have you as my hiking partner.”
Before you knew what was happening, you were crying again, wetting his clothes immediately with your tears. Your shoulders were shuddering and you could feel Sukuna’s heartrate picking up. It seemed like he was starting to panic - concerned that you were upset by his words when the reality was the total opposite.
You’d never heard something so romantic from Naoya and you never would. To have someone speak such beautiful words to you felt surreal and your body had no idea how to react beyond sobbing from being so overwhelmed with love and affection.
“Sorry,” Sukuna said quickly. “I know it's been a long day, now probably wasn’t the time to say anything. You don’t have to respond-”
He faltered as you peered up at him, your face wet with tears. He usually looked so confident, and even then there was still some atmosphere of certainty about him, but he couldn’t fully hide the glimmer of anxiety in his lovely red eyes. There was a fear of rejection buried within him, a fate that he seemed almost certain he was going to face.
If only he could step into your shoes for a moment and feel all the emotion rushing over you at his confession
You didn’t say anything, you couldn’t think of anything that would suffice as a response to his outpouring of desire. Instead you tilted your face upwards, lips parting softly in a clear signal - one that Sukuna caught onto immediately. He closed the gap swiftly, lips slotting perfectly against yours with a warmth you’d never experienced before.
Naoya’s kiss had always been domineering - a wet and unpleasant experience. Sukuna’s kiss was gentle and exploratory. His lips took the time to appreciate yours, to linger on that lovely shared warmth and soak in the feeling of being connected so intimately for the first time.
His tongue ran along your lips carefully, requesting for you to open your mouth. You complied easily, letting him hold you ever closer as his tongue pressed into yours, deepening the kiss in a way that felt so natural despite the fact that you’d never kissed each other before.
A rumble of thunder overhead had the two of you parting for a second, and you found your shivering renewed as a particularly cold wind blew through the tent. Sukuna’s red eyes went to the entryway, the space illuminating for a second as another flash of lightning ripped through the sky above. His hands rubbed your back soothingly at a louder rumble overhead.
“I’m so glad I came down to find you,” he whispered.
“Thank you for coming to find me,” you mumbled, eyes fixed on his handsome face, your mind still struggling to catch up to all that had transpired in the past few minutes. Thoughts of Naoya and all the suffering he’d put you through seemed distant in the intimacy of that tent. “I feel so lucky. Injured ankle aside.” You giggled softly, heart jumping at the way Sukuna grinned back at you, pressing another soft kiss to your lips.
There was a gratefulness to his expression, a soft affection in his gaze which made you feel seen and special in a way you’d never felt with Naoya. It had you sinking deep into another kiss, your lips locked against his in a deeply intoxicating manner. All the stress and the anxiety of the day seemed to wash away beneath his grip.
Even with the storm raging outside, you felt safe and warm with him there beside you.
You should’ve known about his feelings for you - should’ve understood the moment Yuki had made a comment about how Sukuna never usually spoke to anyone. He’d spent so much time on you, being so gentle in his teachings, making sure you knew what you were doing, making sure you were praised.
He’d liked you from the start and you’d been too blind to see it.
Too beaten down by your own experiences in relationships to believe that any affection directed towards you would be legitimate.
You wished you could’ve puzzled it out sooner. You wished you could’ve noticed the soft look that always sparkled in Sukuna’s eyes whenever he looked at you. You wished you’d dumped Naoya several years ago, because it shouldn’t have taken an abandonment on the side of the mountain for you to realise how truly awful your ex-boyfriend was.
But what was done was done. Sukuna’s hands were on you now, and that was all that mattered. You’d made it in the end, even if it had taken you a little longer to get there than you would’ve ideally liked.
“You’re so pretty,” he whispered as the two of you broke apart for breath, red eyes scanning your face like he was committing your features to memory. “How Naoya could be so stupid, I have no idea.”
“He’s not a smart man.”
“No. He really isn’t.” Sukuna agreed. “But his loss is my gain.”
You hummed, leaning against Sukuna’s chest once more, listening to his heartbeat beneath you. Despite the excitement, you were suddenly aware of how tired you were, and how much the cold was still seeping in through your clothes and down into your bones. Altitude was no joke, and the pleasant spring warmth was nowhere to be found on the mountainside that evening.
“Are you still cold? You’re shivering.” It wasn’t possible for Sukuna to physically pull you closer to him than you already were, but he gave it an attempt all the same, practically crushing you in his grip.
“A little, yeah.”
“Shit. Once sec.” Moving away from you for a moment, he reached out of the sleeping bag and rummaged about in his bag, withdrawing his down jacket and draping it around your shoulders like an additional blanket. You were grateful for the added warmth, coccooned in between that and Sukuna’s warm body.
For a few moments you lay there, your shivering finally subsiding, only for all the hairs on your neck to raise at the feeling of Sukuna’s voice vibrating against the top of your head. “There is another way I could keep you warm.”
His tone was suggestive and perhaps a little amused. The comment had heat billowing throughout your body, your gut tightening at the suggestion of something you’d never allowed yourself to think of before. Sukuna was very attractive, and sometimes your mind had drifted in his direction when your hand had been caught between your thighs. But you’d always scolded yourself for it, had always driven away the idea of picturing a man you actually knew when you had a boyfriend.
Now the suggestion was right there on the table as something real and tangible, and your mind was conjuring all sorts of exciting imagery.
“O-oh. Yeah, that could be nice,” you said with a sudden rush of confidence. It was Sukuna’s turn to falter, red eyes suddenly wide with surprise, as if you’d called some bluff without even realising it.
“I don’t have a condom,” he murmured, pushing you back ever so slightly so he could look properly at your face. “Sorry, I wasn’t actually expecting…this.”
“I am on the pill,” you offered a little bashfully, embarrassed to have reacted so enthusiastically to what you were now realising was a joke. “But we can wait if you’d rather use a-”
“No, no-,” his face was definitely a little red this time, seemingly caught off by your willingness. “If you want to, I’d like to. I just…” He rubbed his neck a little awkwardly. “I was just teasing and you surprised me, I guess. You’re always surprising me.”
Before you could backtrack or come up with some witty response, Sukuna recovered himself and his lips were on your neck. You let out a soft whimper at the sensation of his teeth dragging against your sensitive skin, his lips latching onto you and sucking purple marks onto you with no concern for who might see them the next day.
As far as he was concerned you were his. Naoya could rage all he wanted. If he wanted to keep his girlfriend he shouldn’t have discarded her on the mountainside. Bitterly, you hoped Naoya found out exactly what you and Sukuna had done that night. Let him seethe. Let him reflect on all that he’d lost.
The bastard deserved all that misery and more.
Sukuna’s hands found their way beneath your clothes, calloused fingers pressing against your skin with care. You hadn’t realised how much your whole body was aching until he was touching you like that, your muscles flexing at the new contact.
You took his actions as a sign to do the same, sliding your own fingers beneath his shirt and pressing them against his abs. You knew he was well built - on hotter days he’d been shirtless when working on teaching you to lead climb, and you’d pretty shamelessly stared at him until your mind had reminded you of your boyfriend.
It would be nice for him to be shirtless now, but neither of you felt like removing any layers of clothing in the cold, so for the time being your touch would have to suffice. That was a freedom that Sukuna seemed to be taking full advantage of, mapping out your body with his hands, his fingers moving to your breasts and squeezing, red eyes lighting up at the little moan it earned him.
“Really shouldn’t be doing this now,” he whispered huskily against your ear. “Had the whole thing planned out. Figured once you’d broken up with Naoya that I’d take you out on a nice date and then bring you back to my place so we could do this properly. But here we are.”
You giggled softly at the dismay in his tone. “We can still stop.”
“No. I want this now. You aren’t so easily resisted. But mark my words, once we’re back home, I’m going to take my time with you. I want to look at you properly beyond just fumbling about in a dark tent - as hot as this is.”
Giggling again, you nodded, in total agreement with his sentiment. Doing things like this, while a little limited, did feel exciting in its own way. It felt like you were keeping some secret with each other, doing whatever you could in the dark without anyone else knowing about it. There was an allure to it that you couldn’t quite put your finger on.
With Sukuna’s attention on your breasts, you were the one that ended up making a major move first. Your hand slid down beneath the waistband of his trousers, finding its way into his briefs. He let out a groan at the feeling of your hand brushing against his cock, which twitched erratically at the slightest touch.
It felt big beneath your fingers, and you hadn’t realised that your breath had hitched until Sukuna was letting out a chuckle.
“Impressed?”
“Maybe,” you mumbled shyly. You didn’t have much of a point of reference for such things. Naoya was the only man you’d ever been with, and you imagined that he wasn’t packing anything particularly unique down there. Not if Sukuna’s size was anything to go by. You wrapped your fingers around the shaft, enjoying the way Sukuna shivered in pleasure.
Meanwhile, Sukuna mirrored your actions, his fingers moving down your body until they were grazing against your panties. It was a little embarrassing how damp the fabric had grown, your pussy desperately slick from the events of the evening. Your body wanted Sukuna just as much as your heart and mind did, and it was making that fact glaringly obvious.
“So wet,” he said with a chuckle. “There I was all nervous that you wouldn’t feel the same. Shows what I know, huh?”
You flushed, glancing away from him in embarrassment as his fingers pushed your panties to the side, giving him free access to your pussy beneath. His fingers moved deftly through your folds, moving the slick around before rubbing at your clit, leaving you whining his name and squeezing his cock a little tighter.
“Cute,” he hummed, his nose brushing against yours. One of his fingers prodded at your opening, pushing in with a little effort. He took a few minutes opening you up with two of his fingers, languidly stuffing you full with them to prepare you. You didn’t want to admit to how emotional the whole thing made you feel, because Naoya had always said that foreplay was a myth.
Never before had you been prepared for anything, and Sukuna taking so much time to do so had your heart fluttering.
You tried your best to return the favour, stroking his cock as best as you could while it was still confined beneath his clothes, but he didn’t seem to pay that too much attention - completely fixed on making you cum around his fingers before moving onto anything else. That was another thing that Naoya had never done. Cumming with him was so infrequent that you’d almost grown certain that you couldn’t do it with another person.
And yet, Sukuna had you doing it in a matter of minutes - your toes curling in desperate pleasure as you gushed over his fingers with a sweet little gasp.
There was no time for you to catch your breath before he was pushing your trousers and panties down ever so slightly to give him access whilst still keeping you dressed and warm. He did the same for his own clothes, gently displacing your hand from his cock and repositioning the two of you so that he was on top.
The sleeping bag was still wrapped snugly around the two of you, keeping the warmth in effectively while he lined himself up over you, his muscular body keeping you pinned down beneath him in a position you’d be more than happy to remain in for the rest of your days. It was so nice to be under him like that, to be so surrounded by his body and heat and scent.
It was where you were supposed to be. In some uncomfortable tent on the side of the mountain feeling happier than ever because he was there with you.
You’d gone to the mountaineering club for Naoya, but you couldn’t help but think fate had guided your actions and really led you there for Sukuna.
“All good?” He asked, hot breath brushing against your ear. The tip of his cock was pressed up against your opening, and you realised that he was giving you a chance to back out - showing you a level of consideration that Naoya never would.
“Yeah,” you breathed, lashes fluttering as you peered up into lovely red eyes, letting out a whine when he finally pushed into you.
You hadn’t been prepared for just how big he was, your eyes practically rolling to the back of your skull as he pressed his way into your tight pussy. Your nails dug into his arms and a whimper left you at the intensity of the feeling. You felt like you were aware of every ridge and vein on his cock, your pussy squeezing around him each time he’d involuntarily twitch within you.
It didn’t take long for the uncomfortable fullness to give way to pleasure once he bottomed out inside you. It had a pleasantly warm buzz running through your body once he started to thrust within you, the weight of his body keeping you still and secure, keeping you warm even as the storm picked up outside.
Any fears of the thunder and lightning were pushed aside in favour of focusing on the feeling of being split in two. Sukuna’s lips found your neck once more, overstimulating you as he bit and sucked on the juncture between your neck and shoulder, bringing tears to your eyes beneath all the pleasure he was giving you.
Even through the stretch it felt right to have him inside you, and it was downright heavenly each time one of his long strokes hit that one specific spot inside you, bringing stars and light to your vision each time.
This was where you were meant to be.
Neither of you lasted particularly long. Not after the day you’d just had, and certainly not after months of mutual crushing. You’d cum first - your body already sensitive from the previous orgasm and totally overwhelmed by the intimacy of it all. Sukuna had reached down to play with your clit while he fucked you, and that set you on a high unlike any other.
If Naoya had known where the clit was, he’d certainly never touched it.
And yet, there Sukuna was utilising it. You could count on one hand the number of times you’d cum from penetrative sex, but Sukuna had pulled an orgasm from you like it was easy.
And maybe it was easy.
Maybe Naoya just fucking sucked.
Sukuna wasn’t far behind you in reaching his release. When you’d cum you’d clamped down around him tightly, locked in a spiral of pure pleasure unlike that which you’d experienced before. It felt better than anything you could achieve with your own hands - infinitely more intimate and lovely.
The way you’d squeezed him so tight had sent Sukuna over the edge, prompting him to groan your name in that low tone of his as he filled you with his seed, riding out his own release to the point where you were growing overstimulated and begging him for mercy.
Mercy which he gave you with a gentle smile and a kiss planted atop your sweaty forehead.
The two of you lay then in the darkness, soft pants drowned beneath the howling of wind. Sukuna was holding you tightly, keeping you secure in his grip like you might vanish if he didn’t cling to you with all his might. He was still inside you, softening but present in a way that felt blissfully intimate. Whenever you’d laid with Naoya, you couldn’t wait to escape his grip and get cleaned up.
With Sukuna, it was different.
You could stay there with him sheathed inside you for hours - connected in a way that just felt right.
His lips were ghosting against your hair, soothing you with kisses, running his hands over you repetitively in a bid to ensure you stayed warm at his side. Your ankle was throbbing a little from all the movement, but with Sukuna’s legs intertwined with yours you found yourself able to ignore it. All thoughts and discomforts overridden by how happy you felt in that moment.
“Try and get some sleep,” he murmured against your hair. “I’ll look after you.”
“I know,” you whispered.
He smiled softly. “Just making sure you know it. Apparently you can’t take for granted that everyone will look out for you.” His tone came out a little bitter, but instead of feeling anger at the reminder of Naoya’s actions, you felt a warmth blossom across your chest at Sukuna’s display of care.
You liked that he was angry about it. It was nice to have someone care about you for once.
In hindsight, it was a blessing that you never made it out into the mountains alone with Naoya like you’d intended to at the start of your mountaineering training. If you had, perhaps you would’ve ended up left for dead - freezing on the side of the mountain while Naoya summoned some crocodile tears and dismissed your fate altogether.
You were lucky to have Sukuna. Lucky to be able to continue going into the mountains with someone who actually wanted you there. Someone who would really take care of you.
“I’m glad you’re here to look after me.” Your hand reached for his face, tracing his tattoos with great care. As pleasant as your evening with him had been, you were looking forward to making it down the mountain - to spending time with him outside of that tent. It would be nice to see just where those tattoos disappeared off to beneath his clothes.
But that would have to wait.
You knew that the next day would be long. An arduous trek back down the mountain was ahead of you, along with a no doubt vicious confrontation with your ex. One that you were sure Sukuna would take the lead on, but still not something you were looking forward to experiencing.
Either way, you wouldn’t dwell on it that evening.
Because for the time being, there was nothing you needed to worry about. The storm could rage on outside for as long as it needed to. You were safe in your tent, in the arms of a man who would never leave you alone on the side of a mountain.
And it was possibly the happiest you’d been in a very long time.
a/n: after getting down to the bottom of the mountain the next day I promise reader slapped naoya and sukuna beat the hell out of him :)
had such a fun time writing this its literally the most self-indulgent fic I've ever written as I love being in the mountains hehe
hope you enjoyed! reblogs and comments are appreciated as always!
this is Sukuna. Sukuna loves his personal space. this is you. you also love Sukuna's personal space—especially when he’s trying to nap.
⪼ Sukuna loves his personal space mini-series
Midday sun blazes against the living room windows, the blinds drawn tight, but still useless against the suffocating heat that seeps into every corner. The air hangs thick and unmoving, making every breath heavy with humidity, and the only sound is the low, muffled hum of a rock station drifting from the battered old radio on the side table. Sukuna's sprawled flat on his back across the couch, one massive arm thrown over his eyes to block out the harsh sunlight, dead asleep despite the heat. His broad, bare chest rises and falls slowly, every muscle slack with exhaustion as he tries to wring a scrap of rest from the oven-hot afternoon.
Sukuna loves his personal space when he's trying to nap. You, on the other hand, happen to love Sukuna's personal space more than your own.
Bare feet silent against the floorboards, you slip into the living room and pause at the edge of the couch, taking in the massive, inviting sprawl of Sukuna’s frame. The empty stretch by his feet and the soft armchair across the room don’t tempt you even for a second. Instead, you climb onto the middle cushions, sinking your knees in before crawling straight up his body until you’re stretched out on top of him. Your whole front presses flush against his bare chest, chin propped on folded hands right over his heart.
Dragging his arm away from his forehead, Sukuna cracks open heavy eyelids, blinking away the last remnants of sleep before his eyes find you and track your every movement, narrowing into a flat, unimpressed stare that lands squarely on your face. The sheer audacity of your intrusion leaves him looking irritated at first, but then, almost against his will, a reluctant warmth seeps into his features as the humidity clings to his skin.
"You're heavy," he lies, letting his voice drop into that low, sleepy rumble that always has your chest tightening with affection, shifting beneath you just a little to be dramatic.
"Light as a feather," you counter softly, wiggling until you're perfectly settled on his chest and grinning up at him.
"More like a sack of bricks," he grumbles, making absolutely no effort to throw you off him. "It’s too hot for this, and you're like a weighted blanket I never asked for. Why are you on me, huh?"
"Because you're comfy."
Sukuna lets out a sharp, incredulous scoff, his chest heaving beneath you. "The armchair's right there. It’s comfy too."
“Your skin’s nicer," you murmur.
"I'm not furniture, woman." He tries to sound stern, but there’s the faintest hint of amusement curling at the edge of his words.
"Aren’t you?" You arch an eyebrow, lips quirking in challenge.
"Unbelievable," he groans, rolling his eyes skyward as if he’s searching for patience. "My whole body’s aching after beating the hell out of each other with Toji at the gym, and you’re treating me like a mattress."
"You make a good mattress," you tease.
"I'm gonna throw you onto the floor," he threatens, but you both know he lost that battle the second you climbed onto him.
"You won't," you shoot back, poking a finger lightly into his side, right over his ribs. "You'd miss me too much."
"I'd sleep like a log," he fires back, his lips twitching as he tries to maintain his glare despite the dull ache in his muscles. "I'd have the whole couch to myself. No tiny parasites sucking the life out of me."
"Fine, I'll go," you sigh, making an exaggerated show of wiggling away with no intention of leaving.
You barely manage to shift before his massive hands leave the cushions, wrapping around your back and locking you tight against his body. His grip is unyielding, pinning you flat to him, while thick fingers slip under the hem of your loose shirt, tracing slow patterns along your spine with his blunt nails.
"Stay put," he grumbles, voice going all low and rough. "You already ruined my nap. You don't get to just walk away now." Even as he tries to sound threatening, his arms tighten around you, making it painfully obvious he has no intention of letting you go.
"Oh, so you do want me here?" you whisper, tilting your head up to give him a smug, victorious grin.
Sukuna lets out a heavy, defeated sigh, his head tilting until his cheek rests on the top of your head as his thick leg hooks over yours, sealing you in.
"Shut up and sleep, menace," he mutters into your hair, fingers drawing lazy circles between your shoulder blades. "You really don't believe in personal space, do you? Every damn nap turns into this.”
"You don't mind," you mumble, nuzzling your cheek into his chest, eyes drifting shut as his touch lulls you toward sleep.
His chest expands beneath you with a deep, contented sigh before he presses a slow, lingering kiss into your messy hair, his grip never loosening.
"No," he murmurs softly into the quiet of the room. "I absolutely don't."
It doesn’t take long before his breathing slows, the lazy circles against your back growing fainter until they stop as sleep finally claims him, too.
fem!reader ⸝⸝ streamer!sukuna ⸝⸝ 1k words ⸝⸝ art: @/winterblues ⸝⸝ sukuna has done insane enough things in his career to warrant having the strangest fics written about him on the internet—only this time, it’s a fanfic involving you..? ⸝⸝
"alright so it seems you guys have been upto no good again." sukuna glared at the camera while you sipped on your drink, spinning around in the chair next to his while his chat went rampant, barely paying any mind to him while they said hi to you.
"is that really how you talk to your fans?"
"they like being degraded."
"disgusting. anyways hiii sukuna's chat, it's all okay my babies, i'll be nice to you." you cooed at the camera, watching his chat sending in a flurry of kisses to greet you while sukuna tried to set up his screen.
"so there's this fanfiction." he said sighing, acting like the very sentence was like a 10 pound weight on his shoulder before he displayed his screen.
you almost spat your drink out while sukuna opened up tumblr, a sparkly divider on screen while sukuna slowly scrolled down—there was a whole array of fics, scenarios upon scenarios with the two of you in it, before he landed on the one he was supposed to read.
"did you…commission these? they're god awfully specific."
"oh you wish."
"your loser ex has your name tattooed on his chest. and he isn’t above begging to get you back. oh? sounds about right." you giggled at the screen, watching sukuna's frown grow wider with each passing sentence while you seemingly had the time of your life.
"first of all, i am above begging."
"don't lie to your audience, man." you moved closer to the screen, reading his chat while the two of you started on the fic.
you found yourself trying to analyse the premise—it was a short fic anyway, something about sukuna begging to have you back again, and you had to give people credit where credit was due, your fanbases sure as hell had a way of coming up with a story.
from crack fics to downright debauchery, filthy scenarios of the two of you in positions you could've never even come up with in your wildest dreams were all over the website, but of course you wanted to save the best ones for another day.
@/kuna.fucker: y'all should reenact this.
@/y/n.my.queen: GET SUKUNA TO BEG STAT.
"the people have spoken."
"does this look like a democracy to you, woman?"
"alright, down boy!" you cheered, finally getting around to starting the fic—eyes darting across the screen while sukuna read each humiliating line with the most deadpan expression on his face.
"he was begging now, kneeling before you while his eyes brimmed with tears. and a sick sick part of you made your heart skip a beat"
"well, weren't we supposed to recreate this? get on your knees."
"absolutely fucking not." he grimaced, watching a shameless grin spread across your face, legs crossed while you spun in your chair like some kind of supervillain.
"aww c'mon do it for your fans."
you could see the flush spreading up his neck, his ears bright pink to match his hair, his eyes darting around the room, desperate not to meet yours.
@/suck.kuna: BOOO JUST DO IT.
@/yns.fangirl: if i were you i'd do it no questions asked.
"fine. just this once."
you just sat there, jaw slacked because despite all the teasing you thought he'd rather die than get on his knees and beg, let alone on camera. but he was kneeling before you, his cheek resting against your thigh while you pat his head—
"so am i supposed to start reading out the dialogue or..?"
"uhm—uh yes."
"i thought you wanted this, doll, why are you backing out now?"
you didn't know how to react—all the filthy, pathetic dreams you had of him forcing their way into your head again, but his ego didn't need that. the two of you'd had worked together for ages, your lighthearted teasing paired with his serious, nonchalant personality perfectly well, it just made people want to watch the two of you on screen together.
"doll?" you said, your saliva drying up in your throat while you tried your hardest not to just drop dead right then and there.
"that's what i'm supposed to be calling you, right?"
@/user123: i refuse to believe this is staged btw
@/kunana: GOD I WISH THAT WAS ME
"right."
"so do i have to beg now?"
"well you're already committed to the bit, might as well."
"please—y/n, please take me back." he was pleading, exaggerating his voice beyond belief, staring up at you with pleading puppy dog eyes before he got up, sitting back down on his chair as if he just hadn't broken your brain two seconds ago.
"ryo were you ever a theatre kid?"
"no comment."
"that's a yes, then."
you moved back to the system, scrolling down the writer's page trying to find something worse, something more humiliating this time around.
"how about this one?" you said, finding something that was near perfect, something about putting him on a leash.
"what's that say?"
"me putting you on a leash, duh." you giggled watching his expression slowly descend into horror before retaliating.
"yeah, no. that's cute though."
"i'm sure you have a leash in your room somewhere."
"writers have been given too much free will here, i fear." he said eyeing his chat, watching them scream and yell about how the two of you are #goals or whatever the hell that meant.
"weirdos."
@/lilithkleia: i won't stand for this slander btw
@/kunayntruther: i stand by op she's doing god's work
"i'll kneel again, if that's what you guys want." he rolled his eyes at the camera watching you squirm in your seat, trying to contemplate what just happened before he was down again, pulling your chair closer to him before laying his head back down on your thighs.
"alright you're overdoing it."
"well the closest i'll get to a leash is if you choke me, right?"
"are you trying to get us both banned off of here?!"
"wouldn't be the first time."
@/lilithkleia: the two of you disgust me
this is inspired by that one danny gonzalez and drew gooden video if ykyk
all works belong to @lilithkleia, do NOT copy, translate or feed to AI. lest you wish upon toji’s worm to crawl up your ass.
your loser ex has your name tattooed on his chest. and he isn’t above begging to get you back.
you stared at your tv, a tub of ice cream in hand while watching the ridiculous boxing match play on the screen. and just like clockwork, the pink haired man won, pumping his fists into the air while everyone cheered him on.
sukuna fucking ryomen.
your pathetic ex, the sad sloppy excuse of a man (or so you liked to tell yourself), the self centred prick who still thrived off of the chaos and adrenaline of a good fight, was unfortunately still as hot as ever. sweat slicked down his back, his tattoos catching the lights around the ring while he was declared the winner. it was all the same until you noticed the fresh letters carved onto his chest.
pretty letters that unmistakably spelled out your name. and knowing his body and every inch of it, you knew that that wasn’t there before. this fucking loser. had you permanently etched on your skin. and just as you were about to frantically dial his number to give him an earful, he looked riiight at the camera—
“hey y/n. i know you’re watching this. stop ignoring my calls, baby.”
oh he was dead fucking meat.
you knew that it’d be mere minutes before he showed up at your doorstep—the same cycle of him begging to have you back, only to go back to his theatrically crafted suave persona.
and just like clockwork, about an hour later—riiiing!
you opened the door only to find sukuna, still drenched in sweat, standing at your doorway with a comically large bouquet in hand.
“are you fucking insane?”
“i take it that you saw my tattoo.”
you eyed him up and down, barely hiding your distaste—until he dropped to his knees before you.
“what the fuck are you doing. GET UP.”
“please, baby please i’ll do anything to get you back.”
he was down on the ground, your neighbours whispering while the renowned boxer hugged your legs, his head buried in your thighs, the bouquet he got long forgotten on the floor.
“please.”
he was begging now, kneeling before you while his eyes brimmed with tears. and a sick sick part of you made your heart skip a beat.
he was desperate, your name etched on his chest, on his knees, hugging your legs as if that’d ground you to him.
“is this because no one wants to fuck you anymore?” you snorted and he looks at you almost as if you slapped him across the face.
“c’mon doll, you know that’s not true.”
“pathetic.” you spat out, his face flushing a deep shade the moment you said it.
“you still have they repressed degradation kink i see. stupid fucking masochist.”
fuck.
“please—.”
“your begging needs improvement. we’ll see how good you do when i have you gagged and sobbing.” you cooed and you swore you could see his sweats tent just the slightest.
you were going to turn the boxing ring’s forbidden ryomen sukuna, into your pathetic, whiny little slut. and he was going to enjoy every second of it.
GRAAH. i like pathetic men. hehe.
all works belong to @lilithkleia, do NOT copy, translate or feed to AI. lest you wish upon toji’s worm to crawl up your ass.
synopsis . SukuGo but you’re getting fucked in between them while they argue. content . afab!reader, established relationship, rough sex, eiffel tower, sukuna x gojo, a bit of dirty talk, bickering, little attention on the reader, creampie, etc.
"You talk a lot of shit for someone who's barely keeping up right now." Sukuna rasps out to the sweaty, white-haired man on the other side of your currently ruined frame. He's got a single hand weaved into your hair as he works your mouth up and down the length of his blushing cock, still managing to argue even while he's halfway down your throat.
To which Gojo scoffs profoundly, "Oh yeah?" He starts, hands currently clinging onto the purchase of your hips whilst his pelvis meets the soft flesh of your ass with his heavy thrusts, heavy balls plap! plap! plapping! against your achy clit, "Says the idiot who-, hah, fuck... came on her face before she even stuck her tongue out," He fires back to the pink haired individual leaking all over the inner walls of your mouth.
Sukuna almost immediately rolls his eyes before setting them down onto you and sighing at the way your lips look bulging around the thick of his cock so prettily, "That was intentional.." He claims, weighty palm lightly stroking the top of your head whilst you lap your tongue against his most sensitively bulging vein, "After all, look at her now," He smirks when you try to take him a little deeper into your mouth but gag around him instead, "Poor girl won't even be able to talk properly tomorrow, I bet."
You try (pathetically) to insert yourself there and argue with Sukuna's last little complain but the only thing either of them catch out of you is a choked out moan with the way Gojo starts plowing into you harder from behind and Sukuna slips his hand off to the back of your hand to force your mouth further onto him.
You couldn't even join in if you tried, seeing as they way-too-easily had you moaning and sobbing tears of pleasure around both of their cocks.
"Fuck you," Gojo eventually huffs back after a moment of getting a little too lost inside you, literally. His fat tip is knocking right against that spot that has you gushing all around him and it's making it harder and harder for him to keep up with Sukuna's taunts.
The man who's busy watching your saliva gather up around his plump base and drip off of him and down onto the soaked sheets finds himself cocking an amused brow. "Oh?" The man starts off as he sends Gojo that signature smug grin of his, "You wanna?"
You feel Gojo's cock twitch wildly inside you and for a second, it almost feels as though he grows bigger. Hips stammering along with his voice slightly wavering, he pants out an all too caught off-guard, "W-What?"
Sukuna's smile only widens further into something all the more wicked. Then he clasps his lower lip in between his teeth for a moment and eases the pace of his cock rubbing up and down the expanse of your slopped tongue. "Let me finish up with this pretty throat 'n I'll save the rest of my energy just for you, yeah?" He offers.
Neither you or Gojo could tell whether or not he was serious about that.
Batting those pretty white lashes of his, Gojo's brows get to furrowing and his hips still inside you completely, "That's not what I-"
Before he can even finish, you're in between the two whining at the way Sukuna's cock slides out of your mouth all of a sudden. It's like they were forgetting you were in between them already! Pouting and looking up with glassy eyes, "Kunaa-"
"Shhh, shhh," He hushes out to both of you. Then he's using one hand to cup your jaw and redirect you where he wants you. You feel his fingers smush your face, forcing your mouth to open as he then force-feeds you the drooling head of his cock again to shut you up. When you start smiling around it, he shakes his head almost endearingly before looking over to Gojo and sending him a knowing smile, "One brat at a time."
Gojo instantly starts pouting but tries to play it off as if that were because of the way your cunt started clenching around him. Muttering, "Whatever." Hardly underneath his breath.
Sukuna chuckles, "Aw, you jealous?"
"As if." He chuffs.
"Don't worry, I'll give you a taste of my cock next since you're so needy for it."
"What." Gojo deadpans one last time, as if he weren't actively cumming inside you at the very thought.
banner art by rororogi mogera || perm general tags (1/2):
tags: boss/assistant, piv, fingering, spanking, office sex, picking up the phone mid-sex, name calling
“Are you a virgin?”
You asked Nanami once when you were two hours past your shift to which he dodged the question.
It's nine in the evening on a Saturday night. You were supposed to be in the club with your girls, but here you are instead. Stuck in the same old boring office waiting for his signal for you to clock out.
Nanami seems to have other plans for you these past few days. You're supposed to leave work after ordering his dinner but lately he's been keeping you longer than your usual work hours and it's been pissing you off.
This happened for about four days now. And you might just know what it means but you don't want to assume too much.
You could see it in the way he looks at you when he thinks you aren't looking. Or how he always offers to give you a ride home so you won't have to take the train.
He seems pretty invested in whatever work he's doing, so you asked random questions to gain his attention and to kill time.
“Where is this coming from?” your name left his lips like some kind of foreign language. He usually kept a stoic face, not showing much emotion. You could never tell what mood he's in.
But this time though, you could see his facial expression shift a little.
A smirk crept up your face.
“So you are a virgin.” you confirm your assumption. Nanami shut his eyes as he placed his fingers on his temple, tired dealing with whatever nonsense you're onto.
The man is in his late twenties and spends most of his days and nights in his crappy big office with floor-to-ceiling windows showing the city view.
He probably spends more time with you than anyone else.
Does he even have a life outside this office?
“This is—” Nanami pauses to think of the right words to put out. “quite personal for work hours, yeah?”
“I got off work two hours ago.” you were just waiting for your signal to clock out and you are losing your patience.
He ignores you. But you poke him more.
“So you are a virgin, huh.” you repeated it like it's the prophecy written in the stars for him. You walked up to his desk and placed both hands on the desk. He finally lifted his head from his laptop.
“I had some experiences, yeah?” he gave in. His eyes went back to his laptop. You could feel his breathing shift, like he's more nervous.
He's definitely a virgin.
If you were to describe Nanami with just one word, you couldn't think of any words that fit him.
A workaholic, maybe. You could see his eyebrows furrowed when he's on the phone call with his clients.
He doesn't laugh at anything, takes everything way too seriously, and is way too focused on his company.
At some point in your life as his assistant, you thought that this man was going to die alone and that's a really sad reality for him.
Does he even have a life besides working? Is he even dating? Most guys his age have dated already at least.
He's just straight out boring and takes away the fun in everything. The age difference between the two of you isn't even that big, so you wonder what is considered ‘fun’ to him.
Probably working.
You nodded at his answer and just stared at him, trying to read what's on his mind. You have to admit, he does look hot, especially in his suit. Bet he looks even better without it.
You shake that thought away. Why are you even fantasizing about that? He's your boss.
“Do you have a wife?” you continue to ask away. This time you walked your way to the massive window displaying the glowing city on the horizon.
No answer.
You turned to face Nanami who seemed to be typing something on his laptop.
“A husband?” you tried again.
You could tell it was a rough day for Nanami by just the way he sighs. And you're probably making it even worse by asking him these weird personal questions.
You just want him to call it a night and kick you out.
“What?”
“It's okay, I don't judge you know, there's nothing wrong—”
“No.” he cuts you off.
You just stared at him. There are some white strands of hair visible on parts of his hair. Probably from all the stress he's carrying.
Maybe he could use a little stress reliever.
“Don't look at me like that.”
“Like what?” you made your way next to Nanami and leaned closer to take a peak on what he's working on.
That was it. Something inside Nanami just snapped.
He walked up to you at full speed and pinned you against the window. The kiss that follows was desperate, like he's been waiting for this moment for his whole life.
You kiss him back, clinging your arms around his neck. This is it. The moment you've been waiting for. You knew he wanted you, you just don't know how to prove it.
He unbuttons your blouse and yanks off your pencil skirt in the blink of an eye. You did the same to his clothes, struggling to undo the buttons with your shaky hands.
Soon enough, both of your clothes are discarded on the floor and he's kissing you hungrily.
He tucks some strands of your hair behind your ear and trails down to your chin, lifting it up to make eye contact with you.
“Nanami—”
“Kento.” he corrects.
“Fuck me, please, Kento.” you tried to press your weight to his. He just smirks at you in return.
“Beg for it.” he turned you back and pressed you to the window and you could almost feel the entire city watching the two of you inside the skyscraper.
“Make me.” you responded, not wanting to obey another order from your boss.
The thrill of getting caught in the act made you even more excited. Your heart rate rises when he pulls your hair, making you arch back. His other hand cupped your left boob making you whimper.
“I’m not gonna repeat myself.” he leans closer to you and whispers to you, kissing your ear that makes you tingle. “Beg. for. it.”
Anyone from the outside could catch the two of you if they looked close enough. The thought of it makes you even wetter.
Right now, all you care about is what's happening from the inside and tonight, you decided that you're not clocking out until you get to fuck Nanami Kento.
“Please, fuck me. I need you, Kento.”
That's all that he needs to hear before he proceeds to bend you down on his desk.
Your stomach felt the cold desk immediately but you didn't have enough time to react because Kento’s hand reached out and pulled your hair, making your body weight shift up from the cold desk.
“Let this be a lesson for you to stop being such a brat.” his hand spanked your ass and you jolted, not expecting he'd do that. You let out a muffled sound.
His fingers find their way to your clit and circle around it. Soon enough, his index finger slips inside you, then another.
You let out a satisfied moan when he curved his fingers. Once you are wet enough, Kento grabbed his hard cock and started pumping it before he angled his tip on your dripping opening.
“Are you sure about this?” he gives you one last chance to back off before it's too late. You nodded your head.
“Use your words.” he spanks you again.
“Yes, I'm sure—”
That's all Kento needed to hear before he grabs your ass and thrusts into you. You swear you almost escalated to heaven. For a moment, your vision turned white and the sound you let out was utterly embarrassing.
He smacks your ass again, “You like that, you brat?” he thrusts even harder, hitting every sweet spot of yours. You let out a long embarrassing moan.
Your hand grips the edge of the desk, holding it for your dear life.
“What? Cat got your tongue now?”
You moaned in response, head too foggy to think of what to say. He spanks you hard.
“Yes, just like that!” he continues to thrust deep in you, pulling you hair as he places kisses on your shoulder. He made sure to leave some marks. For the memories.
The sound of a phone ringing from a distance didn't make Kento stop.
“Keep quiet.” He flips your body and how you're laying on your back. You lift your legs and place it on his shoulders. He continues to fuck you like a ragdoll.
He answers the phone and your eyes widened.
His hand massages one of your tits and pinches your nipple in between. You covered your mouth, trying your best not to let your moans escape your mouth.
Hot tears burst out from you trailing down your cheeks. You could see Kento's mouth moving, uttering out words you can't seem to make out.
Each thrust makes it even harder for you to contain your moans.
He hung up the phone and threw it somewhere on the floor. And you lost control, letting the moans out as you cried. You prayed that no one would pass by the office to witness this scandalous behavior of yours.
“I'm close.” you cried out. your hands gripped the edge of the desk right as you curl your toes.
The paperwork and things on his desk have long been scattered down on the floor. You couldn't care less.
“Together yeah?” he orders. He speeds up his thrusting. You didn't even notice your legs were shaking uncontrollably until he grabbed them.
You arched your back and his weight crashed down to your, shooting out white fluids on your stomach.
The adrenaline has slowed down and your brain has finally registered what you had just done.
Fuck.
Literally.
At least you got your answer.
Nanami Kento is definitely not a virgin.
a/n: please lmk what y'all think about this lololol thank you for reading!
⤷ ゛your husband nanami kento tries your breast milk ˎˊ˗ fluff into smut, fem!reader, husband!nanami ♡
wc. 641
ever since you gave nanami a baby girl, he'd changed. more attentive. more gentle. he handled late-night feedings, changed diapers without complaint, and constantly made sure you had everything you needed.
but lately, there was always something else in his eyes whenever he watched you.
one evening, you sat in the living room nursing your daughter when nanami quietly wandered in from the kitchen. he stopped beside the couch, gaze lingering on the peaceful sight of your baby feeding in your arms.
his throat tightened.
he wasn't sure when the curiosity had started, but lately he'd found himself wondering...
what does breast milk taste like?
the thought made his ears burn.
"ken?" you asked softly. "something wrong?"
he blinked. "i'm alright, darling. just thinking."
once your daughter finished and drifted off, the two of you tucked her into bed together. nanami smiled as he pulled the blanket over her tiny shoulders before quietly following you back to the living room.
"you've been quiet tonight," you teased.
"sorry love," he said, then quickly changed the subject.
the conversation faded in a couple minutes, and after dozing off together for a while, you shifted uncomfortably. your blouse was damp where milk had leaked through.
"you feeling alright?" nanami asked, noticing your squirming
"i'm just really full," you sighed, instinctively cradling your breast. "i should probably pump."
as you stood, he suddenly grabbed your wrist.
"don't," he said quietly, "i…"
he seemed to be wrestling with something internally, brow furrowed slightly. you sat there, suprised by his sudden interruption. "ken? baby, i really need to pump."
"…would it help if…" he trails off, regretting starting the sentence.
"help if what?"
"…if i helped instead of the pump."
you blinked, certain you heard him wrong "what?"
his ears were noticeably red now, the flush creeping down his neck. he looked away, jaw tightening.
"…relive the pressure," he clarified, his voice strained. "instead of pumping."
a startled laugh bubbled up from your chest, completely breaking the heavy tension. you couldn't help it—the sight of your usually composed husband flustered was a rare right.
"oh kento!" you giggled, pressing a hand over your mouth to stifle the sound so you won't wake your baby. "you could have just said you wanted to try some, y'know."
"i didn't know how to ask..." nanami managed to say, watching you laugh. he was feeling like an idiot but also strangely warmed by your reaction.
"so, do you want it in a cup, or straight from the source?" you wiggled your eyebrows teasingly.
"a cup. please."
"thought so."
you disappeared into the kitchen, returning a few minutes later with a small glass of freshly pumped milk. sliding it toward him, you watched his fingers wrap around the warm glass.
he stared at it for a long moment before finally taking a cautious sip.
his eyebrows lifted.
"...it's actually really good."
you laughed.
"it's sweet, like vanilla," he admitted, sounding genuinely surprised.
"i know."
he took another small sip before looking back at you, still slightly pink.
"i didn't expect that."
leaning your chin into your hand, you smiled.
"want more?"
safe to say that he liked it, so of course the next time you two had sex (after the baby was settled at his parents for the night) he didn't hesitate.
pinning you to the mattress, he immediately lowered his head to your chest, warm mouth closing over your nipple.
"oh— ken" you gasped as he sucked eagerly.
"mmph—" he pulled back, his mouth shining wetly with your milk. his pupils were dilated, his gaze intense.
"another one," he panted, nipping at your neck possessively. "i want another baby. so you'll always be full of milk for me to drink."
soon enough his wish was fulfilled because two months later, there were two lines on your pregnancy test. (yes, with twins this time)
a/n: next time it'll be in reverse WHO SAID THAT. i did so much research for this fic only for me to delete all the detailed parts because i didnt want to bore anyone 💔
sukuna takes you to the beach so you can lay on your tummy! ft: pregnant reader & whipped sukuna <3
notes: i feel like sukuna would be very territorial and protective of you while you're pregnant cus now not only is he protecting his wife but also his kid?! anyway i'd love to see him chilling there too <3 i think he'd have fun at the beach... if he let himself -_-
if there was one thing you exceeded at, it'd be sending your dear husband's blood pressure soaring to astronomical heights, and you took pride in being the one person to evoke such emotions in the man most considered heartless
currently, you're walking by the shore while sukuna trudges behind you, carrying all your necessities for the day with ease underneath the hot, scorching sun. you keep one hand over the swell of your stomach while admiring the view before suddenly stopping, and sukuna drops your belongings onto the sand beside you a moment later as you deem this spot perfect aloud for him
"four bags. you brought four bags for what, woman?" he growls, pinching your cheek as you squeal. he lets go eventually, already dropping onto his knees as he begins carving into the sand with determination set in his gaze, and you lower yourself carefully and wiggle your toes in the sand right after
"thank you for bringing me here." you sigh happily, and he merely grunts in response. you watch his large hands dig skillfully into the ground as he works. it's a hot summer day, and you're nearly three quarters of the way through your pregnancy.
sukuna had found you crying, as he often did these past few months simply due to mood swings, and through a garbled confession filled with tears and whining, he learned your sadness came from the fact that you couldn't lay on your stomach anymore—and, well, that just wouldn't do.
it didn't take him long to figure out a way you could relax while still being safe for the baby, but once he did, he quite literally dressed you in a sundress himself before renting out a beach for the two of you to relax on. to say you were happy was an understatement: you were absolutely ecstatic
"the things i do for you... stupid woman. stupid, lovely woman." he mumbles irritated, and you tilt your head down to peer up at him through your sunglasses before offering him a dazzling grin. sukuna stares right back, utterly unimpressed
once he's carved out a suitable crater for you to lay your stomach in, he helps you get adjusted, relaxing only when he sees you smile
"lay with me!"
—and so he does. he lies right beside you, squinting up at the sun as he sighs loudly
"it's too fucking bright out here." he complains, throwing an arm over his eyes as you hum noncommittally, breathing in the fresh smell of the sea. you feel so comfortable you could fall asleep—and while you do spend some time drifting between dreamland and consciousness, sukuna nudges you gently about a half an hour later
"nooo," you whine, digging yourself further into the sand while you hear him snort
"you'll regret not looking up," he murmurs, and you raise your head from your arms with a huff as he gently takes hold of your chin and tilts it towards the water. your brows furrow in confusion before a gasp slips past your lips when you see a mother sea lion with her baby relaxing by the shore
"oh my god," you say, eyes round as your gaze glasses over in an instant, and sukuna watches your lips form an annoyingly adorable pout
"oh, for fuck's sake, please don't start crying again." he groans, but even when he hears the little sniffles that escape your lips a moment later, he doesn't hesitate to pull you against him. thankfully, sukuna's large enough for you to collapse against him and be supported by his arms alone entirely
"adorable... so, do you think it's a baby boy or girl?"
sukuna bristles at your question before his gaze snaps down towards you
"what?"
"i said do you think it's a girl or a boy." you repeat, poking his cheek as he gently swats away your hand. sukuna's brows furrow as if he's thinking carefully about what to say next, and you listen closely for his response before he murmurs the word quietly
"...a girl."
you hum, and his eyes narrow as he stares at you
"what about you?" he questions, and you tap your chin in thought
"i think it's a boy. i don't know why—i guess it has a bit of a boyish look. but i'm sure girl sea lions and boy ones look the same, yes?"
sukuna pales once he realizes you were in fact not talking about the baby in your stomach but rather the fat baby sea lion residing about a hundred feet from the two of you instead
"what the f—you never—what?!"
"i'm pretty sure male sea lions are bigger too, and that one looks like a pretty big baby! it must be! you should thank me, ryo. because of me, you still get to learn new things here and there." you say proudly, nuzzling back against his chest contentedly as he fights back the string of curses lying heavy on the curve of his tongue
"you're so..." he starts, words tapering off into a growl as you peer up at him through your lashes innocently
content: drabble, mentions of alcohol, sukuna’s an ass guy (rip readers ass), threats
Being with Sukuna isn’t for the weak. He’s not the most expressive person when it comes to his feelings, not even after an entire year of being in a relationship. He doesn’t do PDA, won’t partake in discussions when his friends start talking about the women they’re seeing, has a straight face the entire time whenever he does briefly talk about you.
But, everybody knows he loves you. Yourself included.
It’s in the way he keeps an eye on you in group settings, the way he’ll randomly come up to you with a new drink after noticing you’ve already finished the one you’ve been holding in your hand. Sukuna will be on his best behavior when you’re around, but will also lose his fucking mind if you are mildly inconvenienced.
“She asked for extra barbecue sauce 13 minutes ago,” he once snapped at a waiter. “Where the FUCK is it?” That was fucking embarrassing. In his defense, he refuses to start eating without you and you were waiting until they came back with it to touch your food.
At the end of the day, he simply wouldn’t have stayed this long if he didn’t hold any deeper feelings. They are there! He just has them hidden behind his god awful temper.
It’s not until he finds himself a little too drunk at a small party, when he randomly decides to be open and honest about how much he enjoys touching you.
And it starts with the resounding smack! of his palm as he cracked it against your ass cheek, followed by the yelp it pulled out of you, because it was the last thing you expected.
It reaches many people's ears, and when they turn to look towards the dining room table, they find you glaring at Sukuna. He looked fucking love struck with that glossy, faded look in his eyes as he sat back in his seat, rubbing the spot he decided to target while you were in the middle of looking for the lipgloss in your purse.
“That fucking hurt!” you hiss at him, swatting his hand away, only for it to go right back. “What is wrong with you?!”
“Looks fuckin’ nice in these shorts,” he says absentmindedly, smiling as he gave your ass a firm squeeze.
“Stop that,” you swat his hand away again.
“Quit acting like that hurt,” he scolds you, face softening as his hand goes back, again. “Love this ass—m’gonna fuck it one of these days.”
“Kuna!” you gasp, stunned by his sudden boldness when he’s nothing but reserved with you in public. “No you’re not—“
“Kiss me,” he cuts you off, his big hands now pulling you in by the waist.
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No?!” You start to shove him away, which does nothing but make him laugh, especially when you look back at your friends who find themselves more than entertained by seeing this side of your relationship.
“The fuck are you looking at Shoko for? She’s not gonna save you from me—isn’t that right Shoko?” he raises his tone as he asks.
“Yeah, I’d rather not.”
“That’s what I thought.” He grins as he turns his attention back to you. “You see that, baby? She doesn’t give a fuck about you. Nobody does. Just me.”
And you laugh, because this is how he always teases you when you’re alone. “You sure it’s just not because everyone’s scared of you?”
“Good. You should be scared of me too, sweetheart,” he responds, as if it drives his point home. “Now give me my fuckin’ kiss.”
There’s a low groan that rumbles through his chest when you finally do kiss him, as if he’d been waiting for one the whole night. He grabs your jaw, slips his tongue into your mouth, drags it on for longer than it should’ve been.
“See? That wasn’t so hard,” he murmurs.
“Get a room, freaks,” Gojo yells out from the kitchen.
“Fuck off,” Sukuna easily cuts himself. “We’re going home so I can fu—”
“We never agreed to that?!”
notes: idek i haven’t written for sukuna in months and immediately wrote this when the idea popped up
he always insisted walking around the apartment shirtless, his bare body for the whole world to see, and it was fine, until he started bulking. his muscles were now bigger, beefier—but that wasn’t what caught you off guard. it was his freaking man titties.
they’d almost doubled in size the past month, the round pecs almost singing to you like a siren call. and it all seemed to get worse when he worked out, slowly bouncing with every little movement he made, and each bounce had you entranced. it was like sensory fruit videos, if you will, but better because it was sukuna’s boobs.
“i’m almost jealous y’know, you have such nice bewbs kuna.”
“they’re called pecs.” he grunted while trying to do pushups in your living room while you continued to stare at his chest while he moved up and down.
“you think i can ditch my needoh and use your tits instead?”
“stop. talking. please.”
“i’m not hearing a no.”
you found yourself seated in sukuna’s lap, palming at his chest like a cat making biscuits, squeezing the flesh and weighing it in your hands while sukuna tried his best not to let out a whimper.
“wouldn’t it be really funny if your nipples were sensitive?”
this is Sukuna. Sukuna loves his personal space. this is you. you also love Sukuna's personal space—especially when he’s reading a book.
it can be read on its own, but is part of my new Sukuna loves his personal space mini-series
Some documentary drones on in the background, but neither of you pays it any mind. Sprawled out in his usual spot on the sofa, Sukuna has his ankles crossed and hooked over the edge of the coffee table, a thick paperback balanced open in one hand. The soft, worn gray shirt clings to his shoulders, the fabric stretched just enough to show off the muscle underneath, and he looks every bit like a man determined to wring a scrap of peace from the tail end of a long, draining week.
The narrator rambles on about ancient architecture, but your attention is glued to the way the muscle in Sukuna’s forearm flexes every time he turns a page. It’s infuriatingly attractive, and tonight, you’ve already decided you’re going to be the worst kind of distraction. Leaving well enough alone has never been your strong suit, and the fact that he’s so obviously craving a quiet reading session only makes it too tempting to ignore.
Sukuna loves his personal space when he's reading a book. You, on the other hand, happen to love Sukuna's personal space more than your own.
It starts off innocently enough. Ignoring the wide stretch of empty couch between you, you shuffle across the cushions, inching closer until your arm is pressed flush against the solid warmth of his bicep.
Sukuna doesn't move and doesn't even look up from the page he’s reading, but a faint, familiar twitch pulls at the corner of his jaw. He lets out a low, slow exhale through his nose—a silent, patient sigh that says he knows exactly what’s coming next. He’s trying to keep his focus, but just having you this close is already wearing down his resolve, bit by bit.
A minute ticks by. Deciding that just sitting next to him is nowhere near close enough, you shift your weight, turning sideways and pulling your knees up onto the cushions. Without hesitation, you drape your entire lower half across the breadth of his thick thighs. Your elbow finds a home on his chest, his pectoral muscle serving as a perfectly contoured armrest, and you prop your chin in your palm, gazing up at his face. From this angle, the subtle flare of his nostrils and the hitch in his breath are impossible to miss.
Sukuna closes his eyes for a brief second, letting the book drop slightly, his large fingers marking his place in the chapter as he finally tilts his head down to look at you. Annoyance lingers in his eyes, sure, but it’s softened by a heavy indulgence he doesn’t even bother to hide.
"Can I help you, brat?" he mutters, voice low, rough, and dripping with mock exhaustion. There’s a hint of a smirk, but he tries to bury it behind a flat stare.
"Just hanging out," you say, grinning up at him with your best innocent face and batting your lashes a little too dramatically.
He snorts, eyes rolling so hard it’s a miracle they don’t get stuck before fixing back onto you with a glare that’s all weight and no real heat. “There’s a whole damn couch, and you’d rather crowd me. You’ve got about two inches left to conquer before you’re sitting on my face.”
"Don't tempt me," you answer smoothly, completely unbothered by the slight growl in his voice. Just to prove your point, you wiggle a little closer, sliding your cold hands under the hem of his t-shirt and pressing them flat against the heat of his stomach, feeling the ridges of his abs under your fingers.
A sharp, involuntary huff escapes Sukuna and his abs tense at the sudden chill of your touch. Still, he doesn’t shove you off or even shift his legs to dump you onto the floor. Instead, with a heavy, utterly defeated sigh that says everything about how hopelessly gone for you he is, his free hand abandons the book. His large, calloused palm drops onto the small of your back, blunt nails mindlessly tracing those slow, soothing patterns you love right through your clothes. It’s his version of surrender.
“You’re a menace, you know that?” he grumbles, but the sharp edge of his voice is completely ruined by the fond grin tugging at the corners of his mouth, like he’s trying very hard not to laugh.
"Mmhmm," you hum, eyes fluttering shut as you nuzzle closer to his chest, soaking up the steady thump of his heartbeat, not fooled for a second by his grumbling.
Sukuna shakes his head, a low, gravelly chuckle rumbling deep in his chest. Readjusting his grip on the paperback, he lifts it over your shoulder so he can keep reading, fully resigned to being your personal mattress for the rest of the evening. One last, lingering squeeze to your waist, his thumb dragging slow circles into your hip, and then he leans down to press a firm kiss to the top of your head.
"Just stay still," he mutters, voice muffled against your hair. "Trying to finish this chapter, but someone’s making it impossible."
[ ᡣ . ٜ̥ .ྀི 𑁩ཾיִ ] :: your boyfriend comes to pick you after a long day at uni. sensing your jealousy about the attention he’s getting from your classmates, he makes it up to you in his own way.
tags. olderbf!gojo x gf!reader. fluff, tiny bit of angst, suggestive [make out sesh]. age gap — reader above 20, gojo early 30’s. jealousy. reader gets called ‘princess, baby, beautiful.’ repost !
satoru’s arrival, as per usual, serves as pure entertainment for many students. it’s not often that they get to see such a tall and handsome man around campus after all.
you patiently stand there, waiting for said man to come and get you. the increase in giggles and whispers around you can only mean one thing: he’s nearby.
your boyfriend’s car comes to a stop in the distance. satoru steps out of the driver’s seat a second later, one of his hands running through his fluffy, snowy hair.
‘. . damn, he’s fucking hot,’ ‘yep. heard he’s in a relationship though. sucks,’ ‘girl— do i look like i care? need him so baaaaddd.’
it’s infuriating to hear those words while you, his girlfriend, are standing close to them.
you decide not to give those girls any attention nor do you try to speak up. it’s not worth the effort.
satoru closes the car door behind him, his hands in the pockets of his slacks while he strolls up to where you’re standing. it’s as if he’s walking down a runway—graceful, confident, every step executed with perfect balance.
he can hear the murmurs from the students around, but he simply doesn’t care. his steady gaze has been fixed on you the moment he spotted your figure from across campus.
“cute,” satoru mutters under his breath with a small smile, blue eyes taking in the sight of you standing there against a wall.
the way you’re fiddling with the strap of your bag while pretending not to have noticed him is quite endearing.
you look down at the ground until a pair of black oxfords come into view, stopping right in front of yours. you slowly tilt your head back until you’re face to face with the man himself.
“hey, beautiful,” satoru greets, his voice smooth and slightly deep, a faint smirk playing on his lips.
his knuckles brush against your cheek whilst he admires your every feature, acting as if he hasn’t seen you in days.
you nod in response, whispering a small ‘hi’ before your eyes dart around campus again. your bottom lip pushes forward just a tiny bit to form a small pout.
. . and there it is; satoru knows that look in your eyes like the back of his hand. he’s seen that same pout before, along with the hint of jealousy lurking behind your gaze that you try so hard to hide.
he understands why you’re feeling that way.
the other girls on campus, the way they ogle him and whisper, it would make any woman insecure. but to him, there is no need for it. satoru is yours, and he’s made that known to every single soul around you a million times before.
perhaps they need to be reminded once more.
satoru wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you close, his touch gentle and possessive. he notices how you’re trying to act normal, though he knows you way better than that.
the pad of his thumb rubs small circles into your hip as your lover leans in and speaks in a low yet intimate voice that only you get to hear, “oh? look at you, acting all tough with your little pout.”
“tell me. what’s up, princess?” satoru whispers, his breath warm against your ticklish skin.
he lowers his head to your face and plants a small kiss on your nose, gaining a mix of delighted yet irritated whispers of the people around you.
“usually you jump right into my arms after seeing me— y’know, like a lil’ bunny,” the white-haired man starts sulking as well, pressing your body flush against his. “where’s my cute ‘n clingy babyyyy?”
satoru’s over-exaggerated whine makes your nose scrunch up, though you can’t deny the truth. he knows you better than you know yourself. he can see right through your attempt to disguise your jealousy, yet you’re still too stubborn to admit anything.
“pfft, whatever. come on,” you roll your eyes before grabbing his arm and tugging him forward.
you want nothing more than to escape your surroundings. you’re getting tired of the continuous and unwanted attention satoru is getting.
it’s irksome. you know he doesn’t give them the attention they so desire, he never will, yet you still feel this pang in your chest whenever you see those girls shamelessly ogling your boyfriend.
satoru, being naturally observant, notices your sudden eagerness to leave campus. he can tell that your jealousy is growing worse because of the students that keep on eyeing him. while he is used to the attention, he hates seeing it affect you.
the whispers and giggles from the other women are like white noise, insignificant background fodder that barely warranted his notice. you’re all he sees and listens to—no matter what.
your presence, your voice, your body, your soul. . . you’re the only one he cares about. he just wishes you’d realise that.
satoru wordlessly allows himself to be dragged off. his gaze is fixated on the back of your head, a mixture of amusement and worry glinting in those blue eyes of his. he can’t help but feel guilty. even if he didn’t really do anything wrong.
he wants to make it up to you, somehow.
once you reach the car, satoru gently shoos your hand away from the door handle the moment he catches you try to get in yourself. he reaches around you and pulls it open with a soft ‘click’.
satoru then surprises you by kissing your forehead— his free hand coming up to cup the back of your head. his fingers bury themselves in your hair. a subtle smirk tugs at his glossy lips as he senses the envious glares from the other, irrelevant onlookers.
that’s exactly what he’s trying to accomplish. to make it known to the world that he’s your man. he’ll gladly do it over and over again, until all of them finally take the hint.
“ladies first,” satoru gestures, his voice gentle and loving.
he pulls back and smiles at you with his dimples showing. you’re slightly taken aback by the smooth gesture before thanking him in a small murmur.
“thank you.”
it’s silent for a good couple seconds after satoru gets into the driver’s seat. he settles his keys into the ignition switch, though doesn’t turn them. instead, he faces you with a small sigh.
your lover already recognises what’s up. you probably won’t talk to him until the jealousy subsides. but that isn’t how he wants to fix this situation—he wants you to communicate with him.
“hey,” satoru tries to get you to look at him. your body is slightly turned away, your eyes looking out of the car window.
it’s painfully obvious that you’re upset with him, even when it isn’t specifically his fault.
“don’t hide from me, c’mon,” he chuckles and tries to make you feel better by bringing your hand up to his lips.
satoru leaves small kisses on your palm, eyes peering over the rims of his sunglasses to gauge your reaction.
you still don’t turn to face him. you’re too caught up in your own feelings— too stubborn to talk about the jealousy and insecurities that are bugging you. you know it’s unfair to him, but you currently can’t fix your own emotions.
sensing your insistent reluctance to face him, satoru places his hand gently under your chin. his fingers curl around your jaw and gently guide your gaze to meet his. the sight of your downcast expression, plagued with insecurity, tugs on his heartstrings.
“oh, my sweet little baby,” the white-haired man sighs again.
without another word, the gap between you quickly closes as satoru leans in, his lips meeting yours in a firm but soft kiss. a soft gasp escapes your lips at the suddenness of his kiss, but the tension in your shoulders slowly starts to dissappear as you melt into his embrace.
the touch of his calloused fingers on your jaw is a wordless command you cannot resist. the kiss is a silent form of reassurance, a way for him to remind you of his feelings for you.
his want and need for you.
satoru can nearly taste the jealousy etched into your initial resistance, which he seeks to silence with his touch. thus, he deepens the kiss with renewed vigor. his free hand cups the back of your head and gently tilts it upwards to gain a better angle.
“mh. sweet,” satoru’s tongue swipes over your bottom lip.
he eagerly swallows the faint taste of candy that you had eaten earlier. his tongue delves into your mouth the moment your lips make way, memorising every part of it.
he doesn’t let go of you until you’re both breathless. the sorcerer pulls back, though keeps the distance between your lips at a minimum. his cheeks are painted a soft pink, eyes half lidded and lips even glossier with your saliva now coating them.
“haah—fuck,” satoru catches his breath while his free hand rubs up and down your waist.
he resists the urge to pull you into his lap and ravage you right then and there. he’ll leave that for when you’re home.
his gaze is on your parted lips once more. he simply cannot hold himself back from leaning in. his body moves closer to yours, caging you in between him and the passenger seat.
“i’m all yours,” satoru murmurs against your soft lips. he cups your face as he places a quick peck on your mouth. “only yours,” another chaste kiss causes your smile to find its way back onto your face. “don’t you forget,” and a third kiss finally makes you giggle.
he hums in satisfaction. he nuzzles his nose against yours, grinning widely as he successfully managed to coax the jealousy away— to gain his beautiful, happy girlfriend back.
“there she is,” satoru coos and squeezes your cheeks together.
you huff at the feeling of your lips forced into a deformed ‘o’ shape, yet the bright smile tugging at your lips doesn’t disappear.
“sorry for acting so childish,” you apologise for your own behavior. if it wasn’t for satoru taking the initiative to make it up to you, you would have given him the silent treatment.
satoru shakes his head. he ruffles your hair affectionately while his lips settle on your cheek. he tenderly nibbles on the plush flesh, “no need to apologise. ‘t was cute,” he replies in a muffled voice.
he pulls back and his thumb brushes over the subtle mark that his teeth left on your skin. “besides,” he pinches your cheek before cocking his head to the right. your eyes follow the direction he’s looking at—which is your car window.
“i think everyone finally realised that y’re the one ‘n only girl for me.”
your heart drops as you only then remember that satoru’s car windows aren’t tinted. that means that everyone on campus probably has seen the little make out session you had with your boyfriend just now.
your eyes quickly dart around the crowded area. the way your fellow students are glancing at you - some with envy and others with embarrassment - tells you more than enough. . .
you clear your throat and try to hide your face with the sleeves of your top. you don’t know how you’re going back to university after today without facing the humiliating consequences of your (satoru’s) actions.
your shameless boyfriend sits there and grins from ear to ear, proud of his accomplishment and oblivious to your embarrassed state until you speak up again;
“. . satoru, please drive away as fast as you can.”
put 'em on a leash >_0 !—r.sukuna (based on this req ty xx).
"sukuna please c'mon it'd be so cute!" you said, dangling a hot pink collar before his eyes, the little bell on the end of it jingling with each movement.
"i'd rather be found dead than have that around my neck."
"oh come on, kuna, you're no fun." you pouted, resting the collar at the edge of your bed before snaking your arms around his neck.
"you'd look so pretty when im tugging on it, think about it." you cooed into his ears, watching the flush creep up his neck and his ears before he cleared his throat.
"not a chance."
"you're thinking about it."
"fine."
—
"fuck—sukuna you’re doing so good.”
you were tugging the hot pink collar, watching it leave behind marks on his pretty neck, while he whined into your thigh, trying to hide his flushed face away from your sight, slowly biting into your thigh before you dragged him back to place.
“well, that wasn’t very nice, was it?”
“wasn’t trying to be.” was all he said before his lips latched onto your clit again, the ridiculous little bell ringing while he spread your thighs open.
“scoundrel.” you said, fisting his hair until he whined into you, his tongue now lapping at your folds, his eyes slowly filling with tears.
“fuck—you’re mean.”
“and you’re way too easy to toy with, baby.” the nickname had him almost whimpering, his knees hurting from kneeling before you like a believer on a goddess’ altar, begging for something, anything.
the ridiculous collar stood out on his neck while he looked up at you like a kicked puppy, giving you all the more reason to continue egging him on—
“well, i thought good dogs do their jobs, yeah?”
“you’re on thin fucking ice, doll.”
“and yet you’re complying.” you sneered at him, looking down at him while he ate you out like a man starved, until slick pooled to his chin, slowly moving his hand to thumb at your clit until your vision went blank.
“nngh—doing s—so good, kuna.”
you fisted your sheets, eventually collapsing on on your back while sukuna climbed over, a visible tent in his pants before he ripped his shirt off.
“well, don’t good dogs get rewarded for their behaviour?”
i um tried to get my writing back sorry if its lowk mid asf
Firefighter!Sukuna who starts believing in miracles when you slide him your phone number under the guise of prescription, dainty fingers wrapped around his wrist, feeling his pulse before you pulled away, leaving behind a tingling on his skin.
He wouldn't say it out loud but he did sniff his wrist like a dog in the privacy of his own home.
Firefighter!Sukuna who somehow managed to land a date with you, between horrible typos and genuine spelling mistakes you still somehow thought he was worthy of dating.
Firefighter!Sukuna who sits opposite to you in the cafe booth, fingers fidgeting with the napkin beside his plate as you scanned the menu.
"Have you been here before?" You looked up, soft eyes meeting his widened ones, "do you have any recommendations?"
"Water's good." Sukuna blurted out, tip of his ears turning red as he simultaneously registered your question and his own response, "I mean like, it's crispy and hydrating, I don't drink—sorry I haven't been here before."
Firefighter!Sukuna who dreadfully waits for you to realise how much of a loser he is and walk away.
From his jumbled words to clumsy hands nearly dropping a jug full of water in your lap, he was sure you'd block him by the end of the night.
Firefighter!Sukuna who is pleasantly surprised to somehow find himself at you apartment, your fingers tugging his collar as you desperately claimed his mouth, heels digging into the back of his thighs from where he had you pressed against the door.
He squeezed your thighs, pulling away from your lips to scan your apartment, eyes searching for way to your bedroom, afterall he had been here few weeks ago.
"It's the one in far left." You mumbled against his throat, lapping up at his bobbing adams apple, arms tightening around his neck as he stepped into the living space, "wait, take off your clothes."
"Here?" Sukuna looked into your open living room, gently letting go of your body as your feet settled on the ground, watching as you haphazardly tucked at he straps of your sundress, plush tits spilling over the collar as you pushed it down, "You want to have sex here?"
You stop stripping, eyes wide as you turn around to look at the space available, before continuing to shimmy out of your dress, "later, let's get to bedroom first."
Firefighter!Sukuna who feels precum oozing out of his tip at the mere thought of later, he followed your lead, clumsily stripping down to his underwear, eyes locked on the way you casually slid your panties off, strutting your way to the bedroom.
He slowly followed you inside, cheeks red as he took in the way you had decorated your room, warmth blooming in his belly at the thought of being in your space.
"Come, wash your hands." You tilted your head towards the bathroom, wetting your hands before pumping out handwash, expectedly waiting for him to join you.
Confusion painted his features but he still abided by your request, naked and horny and washing his hands.
"You are about to put your hands on and on me, I want them clean."
Oh. Oh.
Firefighter!Sukuna who goes one step ahead, hands curling so he could fill them with water, before splashing it on his face, making sure to rub around his mouth twice.
You watch him in curiosity, eyes sparkling as he wipes his face dry with one of the towels you handed him.
"I wanted to, you know." He gestured vaguely with his hand, when he spotted your raised eyebrow, he elaborated further, "I wanted to eat your pussy too."
Firefighter!Sukuna who is surprised when you, quite literally jumped his bones, face flushed as you pushed him onto the bed, crawling between his legs to smother his face with kisses.
Firefighter!Sukuna who leaned over your body, hand wrapped around his thick cock as you spread your pussy.
He tapped the tip of his cock against your clit, relishing in the way you squirmed, hips weakly rutting upwards, chasing his fleeting touches.
Momentarily, he visualised the water hose, weirdly comparing his cock to it, after all he was about to extinguish the fire in your bell—
He was probably daydreaming for too long, when your voice brought him back to the bedroom.
"Still with me, 'Kuna?" You mumbled, reaching up to cradle his jaw, eyes soft as you pecked the corner of his mouth. "What are you thinking about?"
Firefighter!Sukuna who groaned, eyes screwed shut as tried to find a way to explain to you his analogy without sounding—insane.
And you are looking up at him so—tenderly, eyes soft and worried, brows furrowed, and then his gaze drifts lower, pebbled nipples and love bites littered on your sternum and lower where you pussy waits in anticipation, so wet.
And the his dick—the hose.
"Your pussy, my dic—the fire," he stammered, dread pulling in his stomach as the furrow between your brows deepens, you are trying your best to understand him, "i am stupid." He huffed helplessly, arm bending at the elbows as he leaned down, pressing his chest against yours, cock smushed against your pussy, drawing a gasp from your pretty lips. "Shi—sorry."
"Move 'Kuna," You pushed slightly against his toned belly, reaching between your bodies to surl your fingers around his length, feeling him shudder against your grasp, "don't tease me now." You pouted, aligning his tip with your entrance, smearing his precum messily over your folds.
Firefighter!Sukuna who pushed past his thoughts and focuses on you, the spasming of your walls as his tip pushes past the entrance, the arching of your back as you accomodate to his girth, the way your hand hovers over your clit, not yet touching because he knows you'll cum too fast if you did.
He steadied himself over you, breath fanning on your cheeks as he reached between your bodies with his free hand, gently guiding your hand around his neck, before trailing back down.
Pulling out, he rubbed his thumb across your entrance, gathering slick before guiding his cock back inside, smearing the fluid on your clit, thumb rough and pressured against your tender bud.
"Kuna—" You moaned, trembling in his hold, completely at his mercy as he set a slow rhythm, thick cock dragging deliciously against your wet walls, your nails dig into the skin of his back, huffing out breaths with each thrust.
Firefighter!Sukuna who has you falling apart in his hold, cock red and throbbing with a pulse as you cum around him, thick creamy coating his base, sloppy mess between your bodies.
Firefighter!Sukuna who mutters out, "Whe—where do you want me?" Words muffled against the skin of your shoulder, hips rutting forward as his thumb relentlessly drew shapes on your clit, unbothered by the fact that you already coated him in your creamy slick twice.
You don't answer, you can't—answer, mind devoid of any coherent thought, you could barely focus on anything other then his cock battering your insides and his thumb swapping slick on your bud.
Firefighter!Sukuna who looks down at your ruined appearance, eyes glossy and filled with stars, cheeks red, lips swollen and rosy, he presses one long wet kiss against your plush cheek, pulling out in one go, hand letting go of your waist and wrapping around his length, blurring as he stroked himself, cum splattering on your belly and thighs, some droplets even managing to paint your nipples.
Firefighter!Sukuna who lays flat on his back in your bed, tanned and tattoed skin surrounded by baby pink duvet and teeny tiny plushies, his back supported by what he assumes are, at least 5 small pillow.
His dick, soft and shiny, tucked between his thighs, he turns he head to see you sprawled beside him hands trailing up and down your body, fingers occasionally smearing his coating your belly.
"You want to was—"
"Round two by the ent—"
Both of your stop immediately, widened eyes meeting another set of widened eyes, you stop fiddling with his cream coating your belly, instead you turn towards, ignoring the squelch as remnants of body fluids, leaked out. "I thought firefighters had stamina?"
Firefighter!Sukuna who is dumbfounded by your question, eyes shining with mirth as he took turned towards you, dick bobbing down as blood rushed south again. "Was just being courteous."
He huffed, getting off the bed and dragging you to the edge by your ankle, grinning wide as loud cackles escaped your lips, easily tossing you over his shoulder as he made his way out to the living room.
contains: sukuna x fem! reader. modern au/college setting. pregnancy cravings at three am. super unserious content. hints of chef kuna included.
note: got the idea from watching this video come up (and just had to do it as a tiramisu enthusiast) <3 can be read as a part of fbtdoty or as a stand alone.
you can’t sleep.
you have a midterm for organic chemistry at 10 in the morning, one you’ve spent making countless flashcards and memorizing for the past two weeks and you can’t sleep. all while your baby’s father snores like a damn tractor right next to your ear, blissfully unaware of your dilemma.
the past two hours have been a fruitless struggle of flopping around in bed like a fish, of pulling your blanket up only to end up yanking it off once you start to feel as if you’ve stepped foot into a scorching furnace, and of getting up to five hundred counting sheep before giving up completely. you flip onto your back, letting out a ragged sigh.
sukuna’s groggy voice cuts through the silence, “speak, woman. something wrong with you or the baby?”
“no, she’s just having cravings again,” you speak up, your stomach grumbling at the mere mention of something food related.
“baby’s still hungry after our dinner tonight?” pot calling the kettle black.
he could feel the glare you shot him in the dark, his throat bobbing underneath your deadly gaze. “i am growing a baby inside of me. what excuse do you have for stuffing your face of three plates of steak and dessert?”
fair point. he doesn’t push the topic any further (realizing he’d lose anyways), and instead decides to ask, “what’s the baby craving now?”
“a sandwich,” you’re already getting up from the bed as you speak, sliding onto your house slippers. sukuna doesn’t make an effort to move from the bed, you could make your own sandwich. at least, he wasn’t having to drive out to the grocery store for ice cream and a bag of hot chips at five in the morning.
sukuna came to realize it was not that simple when he stepped foot into your kitchen after you’d been gone for more than ten minutes.
he was expecting to find you sitting at the kitchen table with a cheese sandwich (or three), maybe with a few pickles you had left over from last week’s grocery trip in the mix.
instead, he gets welcomed by about five different plates cluttering up the kitchen counter and the rich scent of espresso being mixed in with egg yolks and milk. “…thought it was just a sandwich.”
you turn around to look at him mid-stir, letting out a quiet sigh at having to explain yourself to the man in front of you. “baby wanted a tiramisu french toast sandwich with a melted chocolate center.” one of the greediest cravings you’ve had as of yet, but one you were hellbent on completing though.
“thought you weren’t supposed to be drinkin’ coffee,” a yawn leaves his lips as he moves further into the kitchen. sukuna props himself against a counter, watching how easily you move around through the kitchen despite being slightly sleep-deprived.
“decaf tiramisu would be a crime against humanity,” you counter with a scoff at the mere idea, “a little bit of coffee won’t hurt.”
you expect sukuna to protest further, bracing yourself for any comment about how your ob-gyn wouldn’t approve or about the baby’s safety. but he doesn’t say anything, moving over to wash his hands at the sink. “you need help with anything?”
“you can start off by making the cream. mascarpone, eggs, heavy cream, and sugar’s on the counter. and just don’t get in my way, please,” you respond, going back to stirring the coffee with your yolk and vanilla extract mix.
“yes chef.” placing a bowl over a boiling plate of water, he cracks three eggs inside and pours in a decent amount of sugar for the base. upon satisfied with how your mixture was coming along, you dipped two pieces of french toast before setting them down on the griddle.
with a click, sukuna turns the stove off and moves the fluffy mixture off the boiling pot of water. now came adding the mascarpone and vanilla until his mixture was nice and smooth. you moved to stand by his side, grabbing the bowl of heavy cream to whip and speed up the process. “you’re doing a good job so far,” you murmur, looking over at his bowl.
“would have to be an idiot to mess up stirring.” that’s what you get for trying extend some sort of kindness to him. but he adds, “thanks.” you let out a quiet hum, the two of you working in silence. only the sound of your whisks hitting the metal bowl. but it feels nice, the two of you working in synchrony until it was time to fold the whipped cream into the mascarpone mix and flip the pieces of bread on the griddle.
sukuna works as if he’s defusing a bomb, fingers steady and careful as he moves about a third of the whipped cream to lower the density of the mascarpone. careful not to deflate the cream all the while. the last thing he wants is to end up with a soupy mixture and a disappointed look on your face. once it’s loosened enough, he adds in the rest of the mix before sweeping a plastic spatula to cut down the center of the mix.
a quiet breath of relief leaves his lips when he brings the mascarpone from the bottom of the bowl to the tom of the cream, managing to fold it over successfully. “thank you chef, it looks great.” your praise goes straight to his ego. he lingers behind you when you slowly begin transferring it over into a piping bag, monitoring that his hard work wasn’t all for naught.
now comes to actually assemble your creation.
mascarpone cream’s evenly applied onto both pieces of bread with cocoa powder sprinkled on top as your base for the chocolate and the biscuit cookies you opted for instead of ladyfingers. you dip four of them into your coffee mixture before placing them over the base, drizzling your melted chocolate over the surface. sukuna could only watch as you assembled your creation with the same precision a surgeon would have during a life or death operation. to top it all off, you crushed a few more biscuits before pouring it over the chocolate.
it looks nothing short of perfection when you finish.
the clock on your microwave reads 4:30 am, giving you approximately three hours to sleep before you begrudgingly had to get up for class. you plop down at the kitchen table, digging into your sandwich with a spoon. chocolate and coffee mix together with the cream in a mostly sweet, slightly bitter delicacy that has a quiet moan leaves your lips at the taste.
definitely worth missing out on a few hours of sleep.
sukuna, being the glutton that he is, takes the spoon from your hand to taste your sandwich himself. a sinful moan leaves him as soon as it hits his tastebuds, his tongue darting out to lick any residue off your spoon. he leaves it sparkling when he hands it back. “baby oughta open up a restaurant, benefit off your cravings.”
“trying to capitalize off our child already?” you raise a brow, scooping up as much as you could onto your spoon before bringing it up to your lips.
he only shrugged, crossing his arms across his chest. “kid’s gotta make back the money we’re gonna be spending on diapers. nothing’s free around here.”
you shake your head, licking away at the melted chocolate clinging onto your spoon. “and what would we call our baby’s restaurant?”
sukuna seems to consider his answer for a moment, fingers tapping against your kitchen table before he speaks up, “baby’s malevolent kitchen.”
a disbelieving laugh bubbles out of you before you can control it, “you seriously think people would step inside of that place?”
“name’s a work in progress,” he retorts, taking your spoon to steal another bite from your plate. “all we need is the baby’s creations anyway.”
the two of you spend the next half hour brainstorming names for your imaginary restaurant (“maybe baby’s five star diner” or “how about gluttonous sandwiches”), before ultimately calling it a night. sukuna took over one side of the sink and you the other to make the job that much quicker, a peaceful silence setting between the two of you. and though you’d probably regret it when your alarm clock blared at 8:00 am, you had the best sleep when you got back into bed.
a/n: if you can tell i don’t cook, my apologies 💔💔 but i hope you enjoyed the read <3 if you have any baby name suggestions/if there any drabbles you’d like to see, don’t hesitate to let me know okay bye
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