nanami is an overworked salesman, he's always tired and wish he had something to ease his mind. then, you came along. a stripper that everyone knows and loves. the dynamic you two have might just be perfect.
the club lights were awfully loud, as always. you've gotten used to it. you hand your g-string thong on, school girl fit since that was the theme for the night. a sexy perfume on lure your clients in.
the men pressed against the stage, a wall of sweat, cheap cologne, and desperate need, were nothing more than a blur. you saw them, but you didn't see them. n ot really. they were wallets with legs, their paper souls peeled off and tucked into the tight band of your thong with every well placed swing of your ass.
then you saw him.
he wasn't pressed against the stage. he was leaning back in a booth in the far corner with a shot of whiskey in his hand.
he was just… watching. his blond hair was neat but looked like he’d run a tired hand through it one too many times. his suit was expensive, you could tell he had money. you just needed to figure out how to get to him. he wasn't like the others. the others were hungry. this man was just empty.
"you got an admirer, y/n? " one of the other girls asked. "he's been coming over a lot lately. you guys lock eyes and move on to whatever. he looks depressed and tired.
"whatever he is, he's got money. that's thirty thousand yen right there y/n. you know you need it for your sick sister."
you looked at her closely, thinking she might be right. you needed to survive in this world. not everyone grew up with a silver spoon. so maybe it's time to take that chance.
she leaned closer, "he asked about you."
your heart dropped to your ass. "he did? what did he say?"
"just asked your name. if you… do private dances." "i told him you're the best."
now you really had to step your game up now. ofc you were the best of the other girls, not trying to sound cocky but you brought the money in. you were the money maker of this club.
an hour later, after you'd changed into a simple silk robe. you kept your thong on and makeup on just to make sure you're not looking a hot ass mess.
you found him exactly where he’d been. he straightened up as you approached him. he looked very firm and strict, but he also looked tired.
"You wanted to see me?" you asked
Yes." His voice was a low and smooth. "Nanami Kento." He offered you a hand and not in a possessive way as your other clients. they usually just be ready to pounce on you.
you told him your name, the one you used here. he repeated it, and the sound of it on his lips felt strangely intimate.
"I would like to arrange for your… services," he said, choosing the words carefully. "If it's too much of a hassle, I would like it at my house, privately."
This was the point where the hustle began. Usually your clients never asked this because they had a wife and kids at home, but him...
"the club has rules," you said.
"I'm aware, y/n. I will compensate you more than what your other clients have gave you. surely you're the best or am I just hearing pretty little lies?"
'"you wouldn't have to pay rent for at least half the year."
hearing that made you instantly eager. you knew you didn't have enough to pay the rent for your sister and you.
you agreed. he gave you his address in one of the richest neighborhoods. he told you a night and time when to be there, he didn't try to touch you, didn't linger. he just finished his drink, stood, gave you a polite nod, and walked out, leaving behind his luring scent of cologne.
once you've arrived that night it was 3am. surprisingly he's up.
he was dressed in grey sweatpants a black compression shirt. oddly comfortable for a man that wants to pay for sex.
"can I get you something to drink?" he asked.
"water is fine."
"Thank you for coming," he began to talk.
"you're paying me, nanami. you don't have to act formal and nice. let's just get this over and done with."
"I am." He didn't flinch. "But that doesn't mean I can't be nice.
"so what now?"
"you can change if you like or don't have to change at all."
"I came prepared with only just a robe on. I am okay, Sir."
His hands roamed your back, slowly, caressing you. he held you from the back kissing your neck slowly going further down. your skin was crawling with goosebumps, but you didn't hate it, it turned you on even more.
his hands slid down to cup your ass, lifting you slightly, and you wrapped your legs around his waist. for the first time you felt a comfort ease with having sex with your clients, but you cannot get attached to this. simple transaction between an escort and rich man, nothing less. hop back into reality.
he lays you down on his king size bed, lowering his head, and his lips found your breast. he didn't suck or bite, not at first. he just pressed soft, open mouthed kisses against your soft silky skin.
His other hand slid down your body, his fingers tracing the inside of your thigh. You were wet, wanting heat that you couldn't hide and didn't want to.
he slowly flipped you over on your back, ass up, face down.
"I hope I won't hurt you, y/n."
he whips out his 9 inch cock and slowly and carefully slides inside your tight ass..
"a-ahh"
Nanami started to thrust his hips into you, making you arch your back even more. "ngh! mmm" you moaned louder.
your insides were starting to feel so much heat but fuck it feels so good you don't want him to stop fucking your insides.
"can I look at you?" you asked.
"of course."
he slowy picks you up having him slam your ass on his cock. you never noticed how beautiful the man was looking all sweaty and lost in the moment.
you leaned in for a kiss, and he kissed you back so passionately as he picks you up and down while fucking you.
"your such a good girl, y/n. I love how tight and wet your pussy is.
he lays you back down facing each other and keeps fucking you.
"w-wait im about to cum"
nanami pulls out in an instant. normally the other clients would fuck you until you begged to pull out, but he listened.
you let out a loud squirt that you could imagine.
sowly opened your eyes. hickeys decorated your neck and collarbone, making your stomach drop.
great.
there was no way you could show up to work looking like this. if your boss saw them, he'd completely lose it.
you glanced around the room. the sheets had been changed, and at some point during the night, someone had dressed you in one of Nanami's oversized T-shirts. The apartment smelled faintly of fresh coffee and breakfast.
From down the hall, you could hear the shower running.
He was still getting ready.
Remembering your sister's medication, your eyes widened.
"I completely forgot...
"FUCK!" you yelled.
you quickly slipped out of the t-shirt, pulled your own clothes back on, and gathered your belongings. there wasn't enough time to wait for him to finish.
before leaving, grabbing a pen and a spare note from the kitchen counter, you wrote a quick message.
sorry, I had to leave. I need to check on my sister and pick up her medication. Thank you for everything. I'll see you soon.
(I'm so late to the party, but happy belated birthday nanami!! we love you)
Late night warm milk proves fruitless on your attempts to wean your body back into slumber. You had tried it all, counting sheep, counting to 100 and even white noise. The tower is quiet, for once. It’s the only time it usually is. Those few hours between 2 am to 4 am, just after Tony calls it a night and Steve wakes up to start his day.
Your use to being the only one awake during that sweet time, at least the only one awake and roaming. So, passing by the lab and seeing the lights still on has your interest piqued.
It’s silent, completely silent. No soft music, no whirring, no clanking, no desk chairs rolling. You think it’s just Tony leaving the lights on again, but when the doors slide open you can’t help but to smile fondly at the sight.
The desk along the far right is only occupied by one person, papers litter one side, the many screens show things you can’t even begin to decipher and in the center of the chaos is Bruce. Lab coat hung over his chair. Body hunched over the desk in a way, you’re sure he’ll silently complain about in the morning. His glasses are resting beside his opened hand in way that tells you he hadn’t meant to fall asleep. And his face is pressed to the only clear part of the desk, his eyelids closed and he looks so peaceful you can’t help truly seeing him.
The way his bottom lashes are a touch longer than his top ones, his forehead doesn’t wrinkle like it does when he’s distressed. His hair, mostly black are gradually being taken out but the salty white strands infiltrating his hairline. Even his lips, soft and pout doesn’t make a sound, not even a light snore. He almost looks too peaceful to wake.
You contemplate waking him and you’re sure if anyone were to walk in you’d look like a creep just watching him. But you can’t help it. In the few months you’ve known each other, Bruce has quickly became a friend. Sure, he’s awkward and shy. To you, it just makes him cuter and more charming.
Making your decision, you softly rest your mug of lukewarm milk on the corner of his desk. “Bruce.” You call softly, easing him back into consciousness with a light poke to his side.
Bruce doesn’t expect to be woken up, least not by a soft poke to his side or to open his eyes to a blurry outline of the only person he knows that wears a satin pink bonnet to bed. He can feel embarrassment licking at his cheeks as he fumbles around for his glasses, slipping them on when his hands find purchase on the delicate frames.
And just as he suspected, you come into view. Warm dark melanated skin, still moisturized by the shower you had earlier are under a pair of soft looking pajamas and white socks with little hearts. The silk bonnet hides your hair but Bruce can’t complain when he really gets to see your face, your soft smile and kind eyes.
“Sorry, I just didn’t want you to wake up with a sore back.” You explain, in a soothing whisper.
Even though, he’s still a bit embarrassed at being caught asleep especially by you, he can’t help but to swoon at you looking out for him. He’s a mess, between caught off guard by your gesture and his natural awkwardness, it takes him a moment to actually form words from his gaping mouth.
“Right! Yes…thank you.” He mumbles after a moment, his lips pursing in a shy smile.
He’s adorable, you can’t help but to giggle lightly as you watch him get more flustered.
“I wasn’t supposed to…actually fall asleep…” he begins to explain, eye contact cutting in favor of him finding his desk more interesting.
“It’s okay, you don’t have to explain.” You reassure, resting a gentle hand on his shoulder.
Your hand is warm and a welcoming weight on his shoulder, he almost allows himself to crave more just before you remove it.
“You should get some more rest though, you’ve been working a lot lately.”
You’ve noticed? It’s a foreign concept to Bruce, he’s use to being in the sidelines, in the background when he’s not Hulk. He likes it, prefers it even. But you just simply noticing affects him in ways he’s not use to.
After a long moment of no answer, you chuckle softly. “Come on, we should both get some rest.”
Bruce can’t argue with that, only nodding and following after you as you grab your mug and retreat out of the lab.
The walk is fairly short, Bruce’s room is closer because of how much time he spends in the lab. “Goodnight, Bruce.”
He almost shivers at the way you say his name, so soft and lighthearted that he can hear the smile in your voice.
“…Night.” He manages, eyes staring at your figure moving further down the hall. He’s too busy staring that he almost forgets how to turn the door knob, only getting it when he hears your soft chuckling.
“Dork.” You mutter affectionately, as he waves awkwardly and disappears into his room.
Part 1 ( Part 2 )
Summary: you and sukuna are mafie couple (kinda)
Warnings: sukuna is asshole, bullying, suicidal thoughts, family dysfunction, cannibalism, bit darks so yeah.
A/T: I promise you my first born and my left kidney this one has a happy ending and pls still keep me on your invite list for your sukuna theme birthday party ☹️
You met Sukuna when you were trying to kill yourself. Simple as that. There was no love story, no tension, and no love at first sight. Just a depressed girl trying to end it all and an insane psycho on the wanted list saving her.
He didn't even save you because he cared or felt bad. No, it was because you chose a building that was his warehouse holding many illegal things, and if you died there, it would draw unwanted attention.
So he saved you. But it was more like he saved himself a lot of problems.
He was the most selfish man you had ever met. He was so insane, so crazy, that he was almost free. He was wanted everywhere he went; everything he touched turned to blood or death. He had no love to offer and no empathy whatsoever.
He was wanted for everything under the sun and more. This man had cannibalism on his list, so it was no surprise to see any crimes he committed.
He just did not care. No fucks are given. He was 23 when you two met, and you were just turning 20. Life has been harsh and unkind to you. With nobody to understand and no friends to count on, you were slowly losing it.
The bullying from school, the family dysfunction, the emotional absence of your parents—what broke the camel's back was when your mother's boyfriend tried to assault you, and she kicked you out for seducing her husband. She had always been jealous of you and everything you had done. She had picked a strange man over her own daughter.
You saw the empty warehouse, and it was tall enough that you wouldn't survive and become even more of a pain in the ass by being paralyzed or something like that. So, on the third night of being homeless, you have had enough. The winter was harsh, and you had seen everything by now.
Death would be rest; it would be a comfort compared to this.
Standing on the edge and looking down, the wind was stronger here, and it was so cold too. If the height did not kill you, the winter would do the job.
You didn't even have anyone to text "I love you" or "thank you" to. That was how pathetic you were. Letting the last tear drop to your cheek and closing your eyes, you let go.
But then there was a hand.
Someone pulled you backward.
God? Had he finally answered your call?
No, it was actually the devil himself.
As you lay on the ground, looking up at him, he sneered, “What a silly little girl you are,” and blew smoke in your face.
You lay on the cold ground, staring up at Sukuna, who stood over you with a disdainful look.
“What… dude, what is your problem?” You asked, your voice trembling.
Sukuna's expression remained unchanged. “Look here, if you want to kill yourself, do it somewhere else. I don’t want any trouble here, you hear me?”
His words were as harsh as the winter wind. There was no hint of sympathy, only a blunt demand for you to leave. The lack of compassion stung almost as much as the cold. You realized, in that moment, that his concern was not for your well-being but for his own convenience.
You looked at Sukuna, feeling a bitter mix of frustration and resignation. You can't even die in peace, you thought, but you nodded in defeat. “Fine,” you said, your voice barely a whisper.
“You see that building over there?" He pointed to the tallest building. "It’s taller. Trust me, you wouldn’t survive that one, so do it there.”
The harsh reality of his words cut deep, but there was a grim sense of finality in them. Sukuna’s indifference was almost a relief compared to the constant emotional turmoil you’d been through. You turned to leave, the weight of your decision heavy on your shoulders.
“Wait, little girl, come here,” Sukuna’s voice cut through the frigid air. You turned to see him sitting on a broken air conditioner, smoke curling from his cigarette. He was shrouded in a dark hood, his face was partially obscured, but his imposing figure was unmistakable. At well over 6'5", he was a mountain of muscle, dressed head-to-toe in black.
“Do you need a job?” he asked, his tone nonchalant as he took another drag of his cigarette.
Confusion etched on your face, you hesitated. “Excuse me?”
“Yeah,” he replied, unfazed by your surprise. “I have a job if you want it. Are you good with numbers?”
The offer came out of nowhere, and you weren’t sure if it was some cruel joke or a genuine opportunity.
“Yeah, I’m good with numbers…” you replied, your voice trailing off.
“Good, good,” Sukuna said, his tone almost indifferent. “You see, I need someone who can count money—lots of money—make sure it’s real, and handle drug calculations. You think you can do that?”
You thought about it for a moment. Considering you were on the brink of death and your situation couldn’t possibly get any worse, why not? What did you have to lose?
“Yeah, I can. When can I start?”
Sukuna raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise in his eyes. “You won’t even ask how much you’ll make?”
“I don’t care if it’s more than ten bucks,” you said, your desperation clear.
Sukuna’s smirk widened slightly. “Alright then. I’ll give you the details later. For now, just stick around.” He tossed a key and some cash at you. “From now on, you’ll live here. This place has a bed and a bathroom. I’ll get you whatever you need. Rest for today, and I’ll see you tomorrow.”
You caught the key and the cash, feeling a mix of relief and uncertainty. It wasn’t the kind of opportunity you had ever imagined, but in the face of imminent despair, it was something—an unexpected chance to pull yourself out of the abyss.
“Thanks,” you muttered, though you weren’t sure what you were truly thankful for. The promise of a bed and some semblance of stability, however tenuous, was a small comfort in the midst of your turmoil.
<^>
That was how it all began. The empire you and Sukuna would build, and in just a little over four years, you both were millionaires with so many properties and so many things ahead of you.
The empire was built on the bodies of people who were your enemies or were just in the way. You were the brains, while Sukuna handled everything else. You handled the drugs and money laundering while others managed other parts, but you brought in more money than any of them combined.
Of course, you had gotten into trouble before, or there were some spies within the ranks, but you both could overcome anything.
Over the years you had known Sukuna, you and he had gotten to know each other on a deeper level. People may not believe it or choose not to believe it, but there was no sexual relationship for the first four years of your friendship.
He had surprised you in so many ways, and you owed him your life, even if he didn't care.
You realized that he indeed had many undiagnosed issues, but you were not there to solve or figure him out, and that is what he liked about you. You weren't fixing or changing him; it was actually the other way around. He was doing the fixing.
He loved how easy it was to be with you. You just knew when to do or say things. No one could read Sukuna like you. No words were needed for you both to understand each other. Some people found it weird and disturbing, but he did not give a shit.
He never felt judged when it came to you. He could talk about the most outrageous things, and even if you did not agree with his ideas, you would listen and understand his thought process. No one had done that for Sukuna before.
He did not realize it, but he had come to depend on you in many ways, both emotionally and for business. He trusted no one and talked to no one except himself or you. This man could not trust his own shadow but trusted you with his money and where he had hidden it. Sometimes he even gave you some to hide for him.
One night while he was high, he told you about his crimes, and you asked many questions, all of which he answered correctly. You knew this man was and is evil and will continue to be his way. He would not change or be fixed. He told you that was why he did not like women too much.
"They all try to fix me. I don't need to be fixed, Y/N. You know that, right?"
Of course, you did. You nodded, rolling his joint. He told you what the business future would be and how it would move forward. Sometimes he told you about his long-lost twin brother, Sukuna, who was kicked out after his first kill. He had not seen him for a long time.
"Did you miss him?" He was now lying on your lap. You were both in bed. He had come to your house in the dead of night to talk. He liked to touch your skin—nothing sexual but just to cuddle you naked. That was when you saw his never-ending tattoos. He was like an art museum in a person. He was an art.
"I don't know. We were never close. He was a good person, and I cared for him. When we were hungry, I cooked for him, cleaned him, and was a big brother to him, even though we were the same age. He needed someone to look after him. Grandpa was getting old and was busy. I knew him in the womb; I should have eaten him there. I remember I was hungry…"
Things he said didn't make sense sometimes. He saw dreams and felt things that made no sense, but he saw and felt them.
The longer you two knew each other, the clingier Sukuna became. He slowly moved in with you. It took a year, but now he is here all the time. He slept in the same bed as you, but with his body and height, you had to upgrade the bed and quality. He even slowly started taking showers with you. Seeing each other naked was no surprise to you both.
He was not aroused, and you weren't either, but he had this constant need to touch you in some way and be closer to you. You two became inseparable. You two were slowly becoming one person.
It took a while for you to open up to Sukuna, but slowly you did. You two would sit in a bath and talk about your life, your trauma, your thoughts, and your dreams. You told him one day you wanted to go to art school and do something with that. The next day, he got you a notebook and hired someone to teach you art.
You came to realize Sukuna was selfish, an asshole, a psychopath, and all of the above, but he had a side to him, like the moon. There was an unseen and dark part of him that was so vulnerable and caring in his own twisted way. In his own way, cannibalism was love. Just like kissing, when he loved someone, he wanted to give himself wholly to others but also take the other person as a whole.
Not many people could handle that and match his intensity like you did. Sometimes you were more intense, and he got surprised by the things you said, like your opinions on current politics or the meaning of life, souls, human patterns, even as useless as celebrity gossip.
<^>
The first time he kissed you was on your 24th birthday, and after that, everything spiraled out of control. Your whole life, you had never been in a relationship or even wanted one. In this business, there were many men who tried things with you, but they got turned down quickly. It wasn't because you had someone in mind; you just weren't interested. Your view on relationships was shaped by your parents' marriage, and if that was what marriage looked like, you wanted no part of it. In a way, it was a trauma response, but who gives a shit.
He kissed you in bed after you had taken a shower and finished everything in your very dark house. He just got up and kissed you. The kiss was exactly how you imagined Sukuna's kiss would be. He might as well have sucked your soul out. You tried to get away, but he held the back of your neck tightly. You tried to hit his chest or push him away, but that just made him pull you even closer. Your lungs were burning, and the way he tasted made you feel fuzzy and dizzy. After the shower, he didn't bother putting anything on, and that just added to the strangeness of it all.
He had never shown any attraction to you unless you count the fact that he can't, in fact, live without you. He had seen every part of your soul and body. Yes, your relationship with him was strange and unique. At some point, you gave up and let him kiss you, your hand on his heart, and you could hear it. He was on another planet.
The kiss lingered, turning from something forceful into something almost tender. His grip on your neck softened, and his other hand moved to cradle your face. You could feel his breath mixing with yours, and the heat of his body against your skin. The room seemed to close in around you, with only the two of you existing in that moment.
When he finally pulled back, he looked at you with an intensity that was both frightening and mesmerizing. His eyes seemed to pierce right through you, as if he was seeing into the deepest parts of your soul.
“Why did you do that?” You whispered, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart.
Sukuna smirked, a hint of amusement in his eyes. “Because I wanted to,” he said simply, as if that explained everything.
You wanted to argue, to demand more of an explanation, but the words caught in your throat. Instead, you just stared at him, searching for something in his expression that might give you a clue to his thoughts. But as always, Sukuna was an enigma.
From that moment on, things changed between you. The line between friends and something more became increasingly blurred.
Everything was the same, yet nothing was the same. The main difference was that Sukuna now had to kiss and suck your face for at least 10 minutes every hour. He seemed insatiable, constantly craving the taste and feel of you. His kisses were rough and intense, leaving your lips swollen and bruised. He loved to bite and suck your blood when he kissed you, a mix of pain and pleasure that made your head spin.
You tried to push him away at times, but this gigantic man wouldn’t budge an inch. He held you firmly, his strength overwhelming, and you had no choice but to surrender to his passionate advances. Despite the roughness, there was an undeniable heat between you, a magnetic pull that made it impossible to resist him.
Sukuna’s need to be close to you, to touch and taste you, became a constant in your life. He was possessive, always wanting you near, wanting to touch you, wanting your attention on him 25/8.
One night, you were both high and making out. He had started to kiss your neck, leaving hickeys. It was all going too fast, but he stopped himself, surprising both of you. When he met you the next day, he never talked about it.
Two months later, it happened again. This time, he did not stop himself. He looked into your eyes to see if you didn’t want it, but he saw nothing. He took you to his car and went to a secluded area, saying nothing, just caressing your thigh. What you two did was not sex or a fuck. It felt like you exchanged souls—some sort of ritual. It was dark and intense, and you were certain you saw Sukuna’s eyes become even redder and saw his eyes double.
It was your first time, and he knew it. It was slow; he bit and sucked your blood more than you could count. The drug in your system, with him being inside you and constantly blowing smoke on your face, made you just crumble. Your body was red and purple by the time he was done with you.
No one could touch you but him. You were his to keep and use.
You did not go out the whole week after that, and when you did, he told you that if any man or woman tried to touch you, he would kill them.
When you saw his eyes, you realized he was serious.
You had slept with a man with many issues and a dark past. He had no soul, no empathy, no nothing. His pleasure was yours. You lived to serve him.
Sukuna never made it official. He was an official liar and manipulator, but he had a soft spot for you. As long as he was not denying you, you did not care what others thought or said.
<^>
2 years later/present day
"How are you related to Sukuna Ryomen?"
"I am his wife."
"Do you have a marriage certificate to prove that?"
"Yes, but I do not have it with me now."
"How is your relationship with Sukuna?"
"I just told you." The black sunglasses you were wearing made it difficult to see your true emotions, but it was clear that he would not get any information out of you.
"Look, ma'am, we just want to help you, okay? If you could testify against your husband, trust me, you would not have any sentencing. You are the key here. You knew he was a monster and a killer. If you can just tell us what you know…"
"Look, officer, all I know and all I have ever known is that Sukuna is my husband. I do not know what kind of job he did or his business. Frankly, I do not care. And I will not testify against my husband."
The officer sighed, frustration evident in his eyes. He leaned forward, his voice taking on a more urgent tone. "Ma'am, you have to understand the gravity of the situation. Sukuna Ryomen is not just any criminal. He's involved in some of the most heinous crimes imaginable. If you don't cooperate, you'll be seen as an accomplice."
"I understand what you're saying, but Sukuna is my husband. I made my choice, and I will stand by him."
The officer leaned back, his frustration written all over his face. He wasn't getting anywhere with you, and he knew it. "Alright, ma'am," he said, standing up and gathering his papers. "We'll continue this tomorrow."
As he left, you took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. Meeting with at least three officers a day was exhausting, but you had to stay strong. This was their plan—to wear you down until you slip up. But you wouldn't fall for it.
You understood their motives. Each officer wanted to be the hero who brought down the infamous Sukuna Ryomen, and you were the key to their success. What they didn't realize was that you had meticulously changed your identity, scrubbing your past clean. To the outside world, you were simply the mysterious and beautiful wife of Lord Sukuna. No one knew anything about your true background except Sukuna himself.
Sukuna had always been cautious, eliminating anyone who got too close to the two of you every two years. "People shouldn't know too much about us," he would say. "The less they see and know, the better."
You replayed the events that led to this moment in your mind. Sukuna had made just one mistake, a single misstep that had triggered this entire mess. It was a minor slip-up, but in his world, even the smallest mistake could have catastrophic consequences.
It had happened a few weeks ago. Sukuna had been working on a major deal, one that would have secured his empire's future. Everything had been meticulously planned, but an unforeseen variable—a mole within his ranks—had thrown everything into chaos. The mole had been planted by law enforcement, and their information had led to a raid on one of Sukuna's most important operations.
Despite his best efforts, Sukuna couldn't cover up the evidence. The raid had resulted in several arrests, and those arrested had quickly turned informants, pointing fingers at Sukuna. The authorities had pieced together enough evidence to launch a full-scale investigation, leading to your current predicament.
Sukuna had anticipated this and had made arrangements for your safety. "If they catch me," he had said, "you must deny everything. Stay strong. We have contingencies in place."
And so, here you were, facing daily interrogations, holding firm to your story. You would protect Sukuna, just as he had protected you. No matter the cost, you were determined to see this through.
Your marriage to Sukuna happened only a year ago, and it was the happiest moment of your life. You had hoped it was the same for Sukuna. The ceremony was simple and secret, just the two of you in the middle of the night. He had spent the entire day exhausting you with sex and kisses, and in a haze of intimacy, he had casually asked if you would marry him.
That was it. No grand gestures, no witnesses, just the two of you.
No one even knew you were in a relationship, let alone married.
After the marriage, Sukuna had insisted you quit working. He wanted to give you a normal life, one where you could do anything and meet anyone—as long as it was approved by him. Yes, he was beyond controlling and jealous, possessive, and exhibited every red flag in the book, but somehow, it worked. The relationship and the marriage worked.
You had always wanted to be on autopilot, to let someone else take the reins, and Sukuna was the ultimate control freak.
In his world, control was everything. He dictated the terms, and you followed, finding a strange comfort in his dominance. The life he gave you was one of luxury and protection, albeit with the caveat of his stringent rules. He monitored your interactions, vetted your acquaintances, and kept a tight grip on every aspect of your life.
Despite the constraints, there was a deep, undeniable connection between you. Sukuna’s intensity, his fierce protectiveness, and the raw passion he had for you made you feel alive in ways you had never experienced before. The way he looked at you, as if you were the only person in the world that mattered, made all the control and possessiveness worth it.
Your days were filled with a mixture of lavish experiences and quiet moments of intimacy. Sukuna showered you with gifts and affection, but it was the private moments that you cherished the most. The way he would hold you, his touch, both gentle and commanding, made you feel safe and loved.
The secrecy of your relationship added an element of excitement and danger. It was like living a double life, one where the outside world saw you as a mysterious figure, while only you and Sukuna knew the truth of your bond.
Now, as you faced the officers day after day, you clung to the memories of your life with Sukuna. The happiness, the passion, and the unwavering loyalty you had for each other were your anchors. You knew that no matter what they said or did, you would not betray him.
The authorities believed they could break you, but they underestimated the strength of your connection with Sukuna. You had made your choice a long time ago, and you would stand by it, no matter the cost.
you've been itching to suck submissive!choso dicks. today you had the chance.
it was 2 am, you and choso were chilling in the car, smoking, talking about stupid stuff.
you figured that yall would fuck, but yall haven't, or anything oral? you wonder why. you knew how bad he would moan if you sucked his cock. you were itching to do It so bad, but you couldn't tell him your dirty fantasies of him being submissive for you.
"what are you thinking about y/n?"
"oh nothing" you let out a small giggle.
"no for real, what is it?"
"have you ever got your cocked suck?"
choso paused for a minute trying to hide his embarrassment. you knew was a virging but you would think someone would suck him off at least. he looked at you with astonishing eyes.
"n-no, why you ask?"
"lay down choso"
choso lays down in the back of the car while you unzipped his pants and pull how his cock.
oh gosh, you didn't think it was THAT big, you could already see his precum and you haven't started yet.
you started to tease him a little, using your tongue on his tip, licking it in the right places. you feel him squirming almost pushing his dick all the way in your mouth.
but you had him stopped moving.
you get your mouth, slowly going up and down on his veiny cock. slowly going faster.
"y/n w-wait f-fuckk"
you feel him deep throating you while grinding his dick up your mouth. you didn't hate it, but you were starting to get wet just from sucking his dick.
chose's whimpering so loud in the car anybody could know he was getting deep throated.
you kept on going faster, your mouth was full with cum and slob with his cum.
you next pull your skirt and underwear down, laid the seat all the way back and put his dick inside you.
now he's really shock.
you start to bounce and pound on his cock so hard he's crying. oh such a pretty crier.
"your doing so good choso, do you want me to see going baby"
"f-fuckk it-it so good y/n p-please keep going. I wanna fill you up with my cum. oh gosh please, please don't do this with anyone else."
it was 1am you knew he was there watching and studying you. but the sense of him being there turned you on, having you wet.
you pull out your toys, take off your black thong that was already soaking wet. you wanted and knew how much he wanted this pussy of yours.
you pull the dildo out, slowly going in and out to hit that spot in your vagina. you let out small squirms that have you coming close, but oh, you want to tease him.
you end up coming to the point of riding it, bouncing up and down filling yourself up with your cum. it feels so good doesn’t it? do you want him to potentially kill you for teasing you? but he’ll miss out on this pussy of yours. so slick, soft.
you start twirling all over the didlo, did i forget to mention it’s an 11 inch. poor baby you can’t take it, you wanted to impress your yandere stalker you have.
you ended up squirting all over the dildo with your cum on it.
you decided to move onto your hands, or many your rose toy?
yea, let’s try the rose toy baby.
you pull it out, putting it on the highest level, it’s vibrating so hard on your pussy your getting teary eyed just how it feels so good on you.
you pulled out the combo: fingering and rose toy. letting it feel all up on your clitoris with your finger. going slow while the toy is going faster, lettings 3 fingers in all at once.
are you sure you can take this? you’re thinking wether or not the murderous lawyer could handle you.
as you go deep into your pretty pussy you start going faster and crying. gosh, your squirting. you look so pretty is what’s he’s thinking.
do you think you could take multiple rounds with the toy or an actual dick with 13 inches?
tell me beautiful, do you wanna keep squirting?
—————
hiromi’s pov:
she looks pretty fucking herself, huh? gosh, your so tempted to beat your cock hiromi.
you slowly pull your pants off and beat your cock. going up and down slowly as you watch her use the toys wishing it was you inside of her, making her cry, making her beg and scream your name.
you knew the type she was into, you wanted her to be into you.
she knows how bad you wanted her, hiromi.
keep beating your dick, we can hear the small little groans while you slowly nut.
you keep going faster, her moans is drastically making you more horny.
just imagine you and her in the bed hiromi. making her cry this hard the same way she making herself cry.
you beating it so fast, do you think it’s time to calm down and take matters into your hands with her?
you were gojo's patient undergoing stage 3 of cancer. he slowly falls inlove with you, while you slowly die.
the hospital always smelled the same, clean, but not in a comforting way. more like something trying too hard to hide the truth. you hated it, going through multiple chemos, different wigs. it was tiring.
but, every time the door opened, you expected another doctor with the same tired eyes and fake smile.
doctor satoru leaned against the doorframe like he didn’t belong in a place like this at all. confident to be alive, nothing could bring that man down.
“Still here?” he said lightly, like you weren’t fighting stage 3 cancer
"yep, still here doc, nothing is getting better. where else would I be? I wish I could be pent up in my apartment watching the sunset with my two cats."
he smirked, pulling up a chair like he had all the time in the world. “you could at least try to escape. make things interesting.”
that was how Doctor Satoru and I started.
At first, he was just your doctor.
annoying. cocky. always joking at the wrong time.
but he stayed longer than he needed to.
he talked about random stuff movies, food, stupid stories. stuff that had nothing to do with your condition. and for a while, you forgot.
forgot about the IV in your arm.
forgot about the way your body felt weaker every day.
forgot about dying.
“you know,” he said one day, spinning your chair slightly, “you’re kinda strong.”
you laughed weakly. “i can barely walk.”
“that’s not what I meant.”
for once, he wasn’t joking.
And it made your chest feel tight in a way that had nothing to do with your illness.
Weeks passed. Then months. Your hair started falling out. Your energy faded.
And still… he showed up. Even on days he wasn’t assigned to you.
Even when you stopped trying to smile.
There were days you were upset with him, taking your anger out on him because of an illness you couldn't control. You felt bad for taking your anger out on Doctor Satoru, but anybody in your place would hate the feeling of your hair falling out, slowly getting weak, body always cold. Anyone would be tired, yearning for someone to save them.
One night, you whispered to him, “Am I… getting better?” there was a huge silence, even a baby could pick up how tense the room would be with that question.
it was silence still, for the first time your cocky doctor didn't have a joke to tell you, didn't have a clever answer, didn't even wanna change topics like he would before.
His hand tightened slightly around yours.
“…I’m trying,” he said. And that hurt more than any truth. that was the answer you needed.
"well hey, if I make it out of this stupid cancer we can always go stargazing with my cats and a nice sandwich. just us two, yea?"
"yea.. I would like that," he said.
one month later.
He started changing after that. Less teasing. More watching. Like he was trying to memorize you.
The way your voice sounded.
The way you looked at him.
The way you still smiled, even when it hurt.
“I hate this,” he muttered one day, running a hand through his hair.
You blinked slowly. “Hate what?”
“This. Not being able to fix it.”
You gave a small smile. “You’re not a miracle worker.”
He looked at you then, really looked at you.
“I should be.”
You both knew what was happening.
Neither of you said it.
But it sat between you anyway.
Growing heavier every day.
One evening, the sunset spilled through your window, soft and gold.
You were tired. More than usual.
Gojo sat beside you, quieter than ever.
“Hey,” you whispered.
“Yeah?”
“…stay.”
His usual confidence cracked, just a little.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
But his voice wasn’t as steady as before.
You smiled, eyes slowly closing.
“I’m glad you were my doctor.”
He swallowed hard.
“…I’m not.”
You blinked, confused.
“Why?”
“Because if I wasn’t…” he paused, voice low, “maybe I could’ve met you somewhere else. Somewhere that didn’t end like this.”
Your chest tightened.
Not from pain.
But from something deeper.
Your hand slipped into his.
Weak. Cold.
But still there.
“Maybe… in another life,” you whispered.
He squeezed your hand gently, like holding on could change something.
“…yeah,” he said softly. “In another life.”
The machines kept beeping.
Steady.
Then slower.
Then.
Gojo sat there long after.
Long after the room went quiet.
Long after everyone else left.
Still holding your hand.
Like if he let go…
you’d really be gone.
For the first time in his life, Gojo Satoru didn’t have the power to save someone.
Fratjo breaks up with you and instantly regrets it
Here are two alternate endings based on a nearly 50/50 poll.
People wanted to see reader get back with Gojo, but that felt too unfair to her after everything, so I ended up writing two Part 2s depending on what you wanted to see LOL.
Part 1
Part 2A: The apology - Gojo begs for forgiveness
Part 2B: Replaced - reader moves on, and Gojo regrets his decisions
gojo talks you through it for you to keep taking his dick.
"haa, baby you feel so good for me. honey, just with me you're so pretty. your a solider I know you got this keep going."
gojo thrusts into your body more and more with ease knowing you told him you could not handle how big and long it was. you told you can last 6 rounds as a joke and now on round 2 and barely holding on.
gojo picks you up, slams you on his raging cock multiple times without letting you have a reaction until he hits the spot you like. you let out a loud squirm begging for him to slow down.
"im sorry baby, but we had a deal. you last 6 rounds and we won't have sex for the rest of the week."
fuck. you were in for a ride.
while he's picking you up and slamming you down he decides to hop into missionary.
he has you face down, ass up. going fast every thrust you can imagine, pulling your hair, slapping your ass so fucking hard your letting out small tears. you can feel the heat intense between you guys as he lets out rough breaths like hes tired, but he seems so full of energy.
energy into your fat, soaking, soft pussy as he would say.
gojo is filling you up with so much of his cum your mind is in a whole different headspace. you try touching yourself to relieve and cum yourself but he stops for a minute, pausing, flipping you around to where hes eating you out.
he's slowly sucking you in so you can get that feeling of cumming. he starts off going with your clit slowly working his way up to your vagina. fuck Gojo is so hungry for you. I wonder why that is?
he then starts to slowly finger you having you squirm, shake, be overstimulated with whats going on with this whole night. do you want it to stop? who knows, but your enjoying this side of Gojo knowing he wouldn't last a week without fucking you.
he's fingering you to the point you cream on his veiny three fingers. oh how you feel so embarrassed... it's okay, it isn't the first time you creamed on him.
he then lays you back down, facing him having your legs on his shoulders fucking you so he can see how beautiful you look. gosh, you look so beautiful to Gojo I'm even in awe.
he loves seeing you flustered you get when it's eye to eye contact with him in bed.
most people knew Gojo as loud, confident, and impossible to take seriously. But moments like this were different. when it was just the two of you, he'd look at you with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat.
all he wants to know is if his dick the best you ever got from any other man. oh he wants to know so bad but scared to ask.
Something I’ve noticed in these JJK smaus is that the pictures of all the readers.. are all either skinny white women or skinnier Asian women. Just a pattern ig
gymrat!toji loves you come to workout with him just so he can baby you. but later on you complain about needing to lose weight but toji loves your thick thighs with your pudge so he just let you talk.
gymrat!toji after gym, he’s definitely the type to get food with you
and if you start overthinking what you’re eating he just like
“you just worked out. eat.”
gymrat!toji but he loves to creampie you every chance he get after he gets done at the gym. he loves lifting you up in front of the mirror to have mirror sex seeing you whine and whine as you beg to be put down. all he wants to do is admire your smooth thighs.
gymrat!toji but he knows how serious you are about your shopping. he knows you like the vintage bags, cute sets, makeup. he make sure he buys you what you like after his morning workout.
gymrat!toji but he knows you cuss him out everytime he comes home sweaty knowing you doesn't like that. but him seeing you mad gets him in the mood he desires.
gymrat!toji if he doesn’t pay attention to you for too long, you get dramatic like sitting there scrolling, ignoring him on purpose
and he notices immediately and comes over like “what’s your problem now”
gymrat!toji deep down, he knows you act bratty because you like his attention and he doesn’t mind…he just doesn’t feed into it too much. in the end he always punish you in bed to fix that attitude right up!
gymrat!toji He acts like you’re annoying… but he expects you to show up. If you don’t, his whole mood is off and his workout feels longer than usual.
gymrat!toji He pretends he’s not listening when you ramble, but later he’ll bring up something you said like it stuck with him.
gymrat!toji He won’t admit it, but he likes that you depend on him a little. Makes him feel needed without you saying it.
cw: 18+ mdni, smut but fluff, slight overstím, check in, squirting, d/ş dynamics
And I mean fuck, how many times had you cum on Toji’s cock already— you were fucking drooling, tears prickling your eyes and that tight knot feeling starting to build in your stomach again. But it was different, way too different that you could feel the electricity hitting your brain, the way your breast bounced everytime you plopped back down Tojis aching length, stars in your eyes—
You hopped up on your feet in one swift motion and a moan, falling to your knees because of your wobbling legs. And you can hear the silence in the room as Toji stares at you in slight shock, blinking while staring at you who’s on the floor trying to take small and quiet breaths. Then a snort comes out, covering his mouth as the low rumble of laughter starts bellowing from his stomach.
You sniffle, “Don’t- don’t laugh Toji.”
But the ends of his canines are already showing, eyes crinkling together, “ ‘M not, ‘m not, swear mama,” he gently grabs your wrist, helping you off the floor and laying you on the bed. He tilts his head to the side, observing, taking you in, sweat making your skin glisten in the warm light of the lamp close by, curls every which way, “You alright? Need some water?”
But he’s already decided for you, drinking some front he spare bottle himself then feeding it to you. You take deep breaths, eyes still glossy, bottom lip wobbling. Toji so gentle with you, course he is, been rough with you all night, you deserve to be loved on sweetly. He gets between your thighs, letting his rough hands glide down your flesh, “Talk t’me doll, what’s wrong, huh? Gotta talk t’me or I won’t know.”
It only makes you embarrassed, heat burning through you while you find somewhere else to look, other than his eyes. “‘S stupid.” You say in a hushed voice.
“Then we’ll stop-“
“-No toji!” You whine out, gripping his forearm. He only sighs, hand caressing your cheek, “Then speak to me baby.”
You inhale a shaky breath, “Was just- just scared.”
“Scared?” He repeats, he searches your face now, brows knitting together, “scared ‘f me?”
You quickly shake your head, “No! No- just- felt good… but it was strange- I never felt like that before, so I-I got scared.”
Toji can’t even hide the damn smile on his face, you’re too cute for your own good. His right hand goes up to yout hip, the other tilting your head to look into his emerald green eyes. “Shit like that’s normal, nothin t’be afraid of baby. Especially when you’re with me. I’ll work that out.”
His cups your face, let’s the pad of his thumb rub the apple of your cheek over and over, “But you get scared like that again just use our safe word, what’s it’s there for. I’ll stop at the drop of a hat. Don’t have to run, okay? You’re the boss here.”
You nod in response, heart still pounding out of your chest. Toji lifts your hand, pressing it against his thunking heart, letting you know he feels the same as you. Worried, but here, in love with you. Then he lets you hand it trial down his toned abs, lower, to his dark happy trail, eyes flicking back up to you, “Wanna continue?”
“Yeah.” You shyly say, pretty brown eyes staring up at him.
“Good girl mama.”
He flips you over on your hands and knees with ease, kneading the globes of your ass while pulling you closer, “Gonna take it nice ‘nd slow yeah, don’t even gotta work for it like I’ve been makin you all night.”
You can feel it, the crown of his cock smack against your Pearl then through your swollen folds, rimming your gushing hole with his pre that makes you mewl, “mmh- Toji!”
“Desperate fuckin thing, even when I’ve been fucking you all night, still need more.” His breath hitches, sliding himself in your warmth with ease. His head lulls to the side at the way you clamp down on him, biting his lip while he peers down at how he filling your fat cunt, your mixed cum already sticking to his pubes. “Allll you gotta do is lay there ‘nd be pretty, I got you.”
You don’t even have the words to say anything, jaw slack as he starts to thrust himself inside you. Slow, but hard, squeeze your hip as he watches your ass clap, clap, clap again this pelvis. You keen so prettily, clawing the sheets, “O-oh- aangh- my gooood Toji!”
He’s picks up the pace, strokes mean and intentional, heavy and full balls slapping against your dripping cunt while he aims his head against your gooey sweet spots. He’s relentless, watching the way you twitch, your legs starting to shake, “Shit, so good f’me doll, take it so god damn well. Huh?”
You’re eyes shoot open, that feeling in your stomach building again, right, different, you don’t even realize how much your fucking chanting Toji’s name, reaching behind you for relief, but he only takes your hand, interlocking your fingers and holding you still, as your waist, fixing your fucking arch while he drills into you.
“Toj- Toji I can’t- fuck- I can’t! I can’t- ‘s nnngh-“
He scuffing, “Yeah you can, just means you’re gonna squirt.” Just as intended.
And his other hand comes around to your front, finding your pulsing little nub through the thick of juices, flicking it before rubbing those large circles with the pads of his fingers. Then faster small one, watching your hips buck, a heavy sob coming out of your mouth, “S too much Toji!”
“‘S okay, told you you could handle it, ‘nd you can. just feel it, hah- fuck- let it happen.”
He thrusts are hips into you are frantic, matching the exact way he runs your poor cunt before the knot in your stomach pops! Water squirting out of you while you scream, eyes rolling to the back of your head. You’re fucking soaking the mattress, down Tojis thighs. The older man letting out a throaty groan, Adam’s apple bobbing as he throws his head back. Riding out your own high while his thick ropes of cum hit your gummy and spasming walls.
He pulls out, glops of his cum spilling out. The man can’t help but let out a disheveled chuckle, humming in delight.
“See that doll? Knew you had it in you.”
He gently rolls you out your back, coming down to hold you in his arms. You can feel his lips pecking up your shoulder, you’re still shaking, eyes nodded over. Your arms coming around his neck so he can hold you even closer. He squeezes you, nuzzling his face into your shoulder, “Such a good job f’me, perfect girl.”
But he can’t wait for the next time, only wondering how many times he can make you squirt before you pass out.
a/n: “omg Teddy you’re using this account!” Well yes! Im trying to get my normal ideas out here for once. Lmk what you guys think.
Fratjo breaks up with you and instantly regrets it
The first time Satoru Gojo realizes he made a mistake is when he can’t find you on campus.
At first he thinks it’s funny.
You’ve always been easy to find. The west library corner seat by the window. The campus café at 10:30 with a vanilla latte and that same notebook you pretend isn’t a diary.
But after the breakup?
You vanish.
Not metaphorically.
Literally.
Your Instagram, phone number, Snapchat — blocked.
He stares at his phone in the Alpha Tau living room while music blasts around him and someone hands him another drink.
Blocked.
“Damn,” one of the guys laughs. “She actually did it.”
Gojo scoffs like it doesn’t matter. “I’ll get her back,” he says cockily.
Like he’s not the one who said it. I need to focus on football.
The lie sounded convincing at the time. The scouts were watching. His coach kept yelling about discipline. Everyone said relationships were a distraction.
So he broke up with you.
Clean and quick.
Two weeks later, he’s drunk at three different frat parties, shamefully sneaking out of sorority house hookups before the sun even rises.
And somehow that’s when he realizes something feels wrong.
———-
The First Attempt
He tries texting.
It doesn’t go through. Still blocked.
He laughs to himself. “Dramatic much.”
But that night he still walks across campus toward the all-girl dorms.
Except the front desk girl just shrugs. “She’s not here.”
Gojo frowns, “What do you mean she’s not here?”
“Means she’s not here.”
He stands outside the dorm building for ten minutes before leaving.
The next day he tries again. Still no sight of you.
Flowers
A week later a bouquet arrives at your dorm. White lilies and baby’s breath.
Attached card: —SG <3
He doesn’t even know if you like lilies. You used to talk about flowers sometimes, but he never listened carefully enough to remember, and now he regrets it.
The desk girl tells him later you picked them up without saying a word.
Still no message back.
The Letters
Then the letters start. The handwritten notes made him feel romantic, he was sure this would get a response out of you.
The first one is simple.
I know you blocked me. I deserve it.
Let me know if you wanna talk
-Satoru <3
No response.
The second one is longer.
I didn’t break up with you because I stopped loving you. I thought I was doing the responsible thing.
Please unblock me xoxo
The third one is messy.
He writes it at 2 AM after a party he left early because some girl laughed too loud in a way that sounded a little too much like you.
I keep looking for you around campus.
You used to sit by the west library window. I checked yesterday. You weren’t there. Are you avoiding me?
- Toru
Your Favorite Snacks
The dorm desk starts receiving packages. Your favorite chocolate. Spicy chips.
Strawberry gummies you always bought from the vending machine during late-night study sessions.
Deliveries of your favourite bubble tea.
The desk girl starts recognizing his name. “Another one from the football guy. I told him you weren’t here again like you asked.”
Meanwhile
Gojo’s reputation doesn’t change. He’s still the star player. Still the loud one at parties. Still the guy everyone thinks has everything.
But lately he keeps checking doorways. Scanning crowds at football games. Looking for someone who isn’t there.
The First Time He Sees You Again
It’s raining. He’s leaving practice when he spots you across the quad under a blue umbrella.
For a second he thinks he imagined it.
But then you look up. And your eyes meet his.
The look on your face isn’t anger. It’s worse.
It’s indifference.
You turn and keep walking. Gojo’s heart drops straight into his stomach. He can’t let you escape after all this time of chasing you.
“Hey—!”
You stop slowly. You look over your shoulder. “…What?” Your voice is calm.
Gojo suddenly forgets every speech he rehearsed. “I—did you get the letters?”
“Yes.”
“…And?…will you please talk to me?”
You stare at him for a long moment “Goodnight, Gojo.”
Then you turn and walk away, leaving him standing alone in the rain, watching you disappear.
When bf Bakugo calls her spoiled but he's the one who set that system up ^_^
Nobody warned you that dating Katsuki Bakugo would completely ruin your ability to function normally around affection.
Which honestly felt unfair considering he was the one responsible for it in the first place.
Because before him, you were perfectly capable of doing things yourself. You carried your own bags without complaint, opened your own drinks, reached for things on high shelves without immediately looking around for help first. You survived perfectly fine without somebody automatically fixing your necklace clasp when it twisted the wrong way or pulling your chair out absentmindedly before you even sat down.
Then Katsuki happened.
And suddenly somewhere along the line, your standards got impossibly, horrifically high.
Not because he spoiled you intentionally either. That was the worst part.
Katsuki loved you in such a natural, consistent way that half the time he didn’t even realize he was doing it. It wasn’t with grand gestures or dramatic romance movie nonsense either. It was smaller than that, like quuieter. The kind of affection that slowly settles into your routine until one day you realize you genuinely don’t remember the last time you struggled with something alone because somehow Katsuki had already handled it before you even got the chance.
“Stop staring at me like that.”
His voice cut through your thoughts from across the kitchen, low and mildly suspicious, and when you looked up properly, Katsuki was already glancing at you over his shoulder from where he stood near the stove.
The apartment smelled faintly like garlic, black pepper, and whatever body wash he used lately that kept sticking to his shirts afterward. One of the windows above the sink was cracked open slightly, letting cool evening air drift inside while the city lights glowed faintly outside.
You were sitting at the kitchen counter in one of his old shirts, chin resting lazily against your palm while watching him cook.
Or more specifically—watching the way his forearms flexed every time he moved the pan.
Which, in your defense, was distracting.
“Like what?” you asked innocently after a second, blinking at him like you genuinely had no idea what he meant.
Katsuki narrowed his eyes immediately at the tone of your voice, already looking unconvinced before you even finished speaking.
“Like I’m about to buy you something,” he muttered, turning back toward the stove again with a quiet click of his tongue. “You get that look every time you want something.”
A pause settled briefly between the two of you before your brows lifted slowly.
“…Are you?”
His head turned just enough for you to catch the flat look he sent over his shoulder.
“There it is.”
A laugh slipped quietly out of you almost immediately, your smile widening against your hand.
Because honestly? This entire situation was his fault.
“You did this to yourself, you know,” you informed him casually, adjusting your legs against the stool while he stirred something in the pan with unnecessary aggression. “I wasn’t like this before you.”
“Tch. You were absolutely high maintenance before me.”
“No,” you disagreed immediately, unable to stop smiling now. “I was independent before you.”
“That sounds fake.”
“I’m serious,” you insisted, your voice softer this time, more amused than defensive as you watched him move around the kitchen so comfortably like he belonged there. “I used to know how to function normally.”
Katsuki scoffed quietly under his breath at that, though there wasn’t much heat behind it anymore.
“What does that even mean.”
“It means,” you started dramatically, sitting up straighter now as you pointed at him accusingly from across the counter, “that before dating you, I was fully capable of opening my own drinks.”
“You still are.”
“No,” you argued immediately. “Because now you automatically do it for me before I even touch them.”
“That’s because your nails are always too damn long.”
“Exactly,” you said quickly, pointing at him harder. “That’s exactly what I mean.”
His eyes narrowed slightly while you looked entirely too pleased with yourself.
“You made my life too comfortable,” you continued after a moment quieter now, your fingers absentmindedly tracing the edge of the counter while you watched him. “And now I genuinely don’t think I can go back.”
Something in his expression shifted briefly at that. Subtle enough most people probably wouldn’t notice, but you did.
Because after years of loving Katsuki, you’d gotten embarrassingly good at noticing the tiny reactions nobody else ever caught. The way his shoulders loosened whenever he relaxed around you. The slight twitch near the corner of his mouth whenever he was trying not to smile. The quieter tone his voice slipped into without realizing it.
“You’re dramatic,” he muttered eventually, though it sounded weaker now, less like an insult and more like something he said out of habit.
“Yeah,” you agreed easily, smiling to yourself. “But am I wrong?”
He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he grabbed your drink from beside the stove before finally walking over toward you.
You watched him quietly the entire time, your expression softening almost unconsciously as he stopped beside you. One of his hands settled briefly against the counter near your shoulder while the other held the bottle out toward you.
Already opened.
Your lips twitched immediately the second you noticed.
“Katsuki.”
“The hell.”
“You opened it again.”
“Tch. Don’t start.”
But he looked away slightly right after saying it, like he already knew exactly where this conversation was about to go.
A soft laugh escaped you while you took the drink from his hand anyway, your fingers brushing briefly against his.
“This is exactly what I’m talking about,” you murmured, looking up at him over the rim of the bottle. “You can’t keep doing things like this and then act surprised when I get attached to it.”
“You’re impossible.”
“No,” you corrected lightly before taking a sip. “I’m spoiled.”
“And whose fault is that?”
You smiled slowly then, unable to help it. Because he really walked directly into that one himself.
“Yours,” you answered simply, your voice quieter now, more affectionate than teasing. “Obviously.”
His expression flattened immediately like he regretted asking the second the words left his mouth.
Katsuki clicked his tongue quietly under his breath before turning away again, but not before reaching over to fix the sleeve of your borrowed shirt where it had slipped slightly off your shoulder first.
His fingers brushed against your skin briefly. Absentmindedly like he didn’t even realize he was doing it.
And honestly? That was the dangerous part.
Katsuki never realized how affectionate he actually was because to him, taking care of you wasn’t some huge romantic gesture worth acknowledging.
It was instinct, natural like breathing.
He remembered things without trying to. The exact snacks you liked from convenience stores. Which drinks you preferred depending on your mood. The fact you hated crowded trains when you were tired. The specific side of the bed you slept better on.
He bought things casually if they reminded him of you. Replaced stuff before you even realized you ran out of them. Kept your favorite snacks stocked in his apartment like it was second nature now. He even carried hair ties around his wrist sometimes because you kept forgetting yours and stealing his whenever your hair annoyed you.
Then somehow still acted surprised when you became attached to being cared for.
“You are spoiled,” he muttered again a few minutes later while sliding your plate toward you across the counter.
You looked down automatically before pausing. The strawberries were already cut neatly into smaller pieces. Your eyes lifted slowly back toward him.
“…You cut the strawberries.”
Katsuki barely glanced up from the stove.
“Tch. You don’t like the leaves.”
Your expression softened immediately at how casually he said it. Like remembering tiny details about you was the easiest thing in the world.
“You literally proved my point again,” you said quietly, your voice gentler now as you looked back down at the plate. “This is why I can’t function anymore.”
“And? It's not like it's a problem.”
“It is, it’s a serious one actually,” you insisted, though your smile gave you away instantly. “If we ever break up, I’ll actually suffer.”
That made his eyes snap toward you immediately.
“The hell are you talking about.”
“I mean realistically?” you continued, trying and failing to sound thoughtful while resting your chin against your palm again. “Who else is gonna remember I hate strawberry leaves? Or warm my side of the bed first? Or carry my bags before I even ask?”
“You can hold your own damn bags.”
“But you don’t let me.”
“That’s because you start complaining after five damn minutes.”
“Exactly,” you said immediately, pointing at him once more. “You created this.”
He stared at you for a second like you genuinely exhausted him before exhaling sharply through his nose.
“You’re unbelievable.”
“And deeply loved,” you corrected softly, unable to stop smiling at him now.
“Tch.”
But there it was again.
That tiny twitch near the corner of his mouth he kept trying to suppress whenever you said things like that too casually. Your eyes narrowed immediately when you noticed.
“Oh my God,” you gasped softly, leaning forward against the counter a little. “You’re smiling.”
“I’m literally not.”
“You literally are,” you laughed, already grinning too hard now. “Katsuki, you think I’m cute.”
“I think you talk too damn much.”
“But affectionately.”
Katsuki sighed heavily then, setting the spatula down before finally walking fully around the counter toward you.
“You’re annoying,” he muttered, though his hands were already settling automatically against your waist by the time he stopped between your knees.
Your arms slid lazily up his forearms without thinking.
“Yet here you are,” you murmured softly, tilting your head back just enough to look up at him properly.
“Tch.”
But he didn’t move away, didn’t let go either. And that, that right therewas exactly the problem.
Because Katsuki loved you so naturally, so constantly, that half the time he didn’t even realize how obvious it was. Meanwhile you noticed every single thing.
