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faw, 18, she/her
INFO// jjk x reader blog
NAVI// masterlist(tba), mostly sfw
Who I write abt. Kusakabe, Higuruma, Kirara, Hakari
— I only write when I don't have anything else to do irl/writing is my side hobby
satoru can‘t help but get distracted when you start talking. . . ૮꒰˶ - ˕ -꒱ა
satoru swears he’s listening to you.
he nods at the right moments, tilts his head when you emphasize something, throws in a casual “yeah?” or “that so?” that makes it seem like he‘s all ears.
he really tries to pay attention to your words, but the thing is.. the second you start talking, his mind starts drifting.
“—and so i was thinking of taking that mission,” you say, arms loosely crossed. “it’s in a pretty empty area, which is good.”
satoru hums in faux acknowledgment. “mm-hm.”
he can already picture it— you‘ll definitely ask him to come along. oh you.. you’re looking up at him, suddenly shy, fingers tugging at your uniform.
“satoru…” you say, voice softer than usual. “we’ll be all alone out there… won’t you come with me?”
you look away right after, like you’re embarrassed you even asked.
oh, he’s definitely dreaming now.
the two of you walking through empty roads together. sitting beside each other on the train ride home while the sunset pours through the windows. maybe you‘ll accidentally fall asleep on his shoulder..
maybe—
a smack to his arm.
“hey! earth to gojo!”
he blinks, returning to the present.
you’re looking at him with a small frown now. “did you even hear anything i just said?”
“…yeah,” he says, although very unconvincing.
you raise an eyebrow. he doesn’t break under your gaze, but there‘s a moment of silence between you.
you sigh. “i said i might take that mission in the empty area. it should be quick.“
“riiight,” he says, acting like he totally knows. “that one.”
your eyes narrow. “you really didn’t hear a word, did you?”
“i did!” he insists.
but his thoughts are still stuck on the version of you that only exists in his head— soft voice, shy glance, asking him to come like it matters if he’s there.
later, when you walk away still mildly annoyed, satoru stays where he is with his hands in his pockets.
he really does listen to you.. just not in the way you think.
“blah blah.. proper name.. place name.. backstory stuff..” — how toru hears reader
𝗜𝗧'𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗟𝗬 𝗗𝗘𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗘𝗗, 𝗜𝗧𝗔𝗗𝗢𝗥𝗜 𝗬𝗨𝗨𝗝𝗜!
Jujutsu Kaisen The Stage (2024)
5 times sukuna was heavily yearning + 1 time you finally noticed.
oblivious, lonely reader who’s used to doing things alone x downbad!sukuna. jealous!sukuna. gn!reader. reader wears glasses. sukuna calls reader angel. he’s so down bad bro. ooc sukuna as usual. mentions of nsfw contents.
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1. movie nights.
you had a specific, detailed, high maintenance routine for watching movies. you had slowly perfected the process— a mental to do list popping up every time a new movie dropped that you needed to watch.
first, you needed to be in your designated ‘movie night pajamas’, the most comfortable you owned. your favorite blanket had to be there, along with your favorite pillow for support. you liked watching in your home more than cinemas, because you disliked the idea of not being able to pause the movie for whatever reason. who decided to make bathroom breaks that short, anyways?
for snacks, chips poured into your favorite bowl, your favorite niche flavor. a chocolate bar sat beside it just incase the movie got intense enough for you to crave it. your favorite drink was set beside them in a thermal cup, allowing you to drink it as slow as possible without it melting too quickly.
your phone had to be on dnd, blocking out every notification. the room had to be cold, and you avoided any distractions because pausing the movie on piracy websites meant three minutes of closing ads to turn it back on.
tonight, everything was perfect.
you were perfectly wrapped in your blanket, eyes wide as it watched the screen perfectly, chips tasting perfect, drink perfected, everything absolutely perfect—
bzzz.
you immediately groaned. who could possibly be showing up? you hadn’t ordered food. no one was invited over. it was late. what could possibly be urgent enough to prompt someone to ruin your little routine?
you paused the movie (which took three minutes of pressing ‘x’ on ads urging you to ‘text hot, single ladies in your area’, and ‘ai bots who can make you cum in three minutes!’), pushed the blanket off, and pulled the door open with a soft pout you didn’t even register, just to pause when you saw sukuna standing there, eyebrows furrowed, frowning.
you and sukuna weren’t that close, really. you were in the same friend group, but you always felt nervous around him. he was intimidating, scary, too cool for you. he always stared at you blankly, and you decided he was judging you for… everything. you were awkward, nervous, a little odd.
so, him showing up to your home at midnight was a little… nerve-wracking. his red eyes slowly scanned your comfortable, worn out pajamas, messy hair, tiny pout that faded as your eyes widened, before he blinked blankly. “sorry for showing up unannounced.”
he didn’t sound apologetic. at all. his tone was monotonous, almost unamused.
“can i come in?”
you slowly blinked, before realizing how dumb you must look. you grimaced internally, stepping aside, letting him in. immediately, his eyes landed on your little set up, and he arched an eyebrow. “movie night, huh? watching part two of your little movie series?”
“how did you know?” you mumbled, genuinely confused. much to your surprise, his lips twitched up in something that looked like admiration, amused, and it was the closest you ever got to see him smile.
holy fuck, he was so gorgeous it felt unfair. now that you were actually focusing on the man towering over you, dressed in a black shirt and gray sweatpants, tanned skin peaking from under his clothes, muscles on view—
“it’s your favorite series, and it just dropped. i can recognize the sketchy ass website because you hate netflix. you have your little movie night routine, pajamas, chips, and drink.” he murmured casually, nonchalantly, as if it was normal that the guy you thought disliked you knew this much about you. “i listen, you know.”
your jaw was slack, eyes wide. he only snorted, arching an eyebrow. “don’t tell me fucking gojo was right and you really think i hate you.”
you paused. “well…”
“are you serious?” sukuna scoffed. “you’re my fucking favorite in the group, dumbass.”
“what?” you mumbled back, more confused. “you always glare at me. you never talk to me. i was starting to think you didn’t even know my last name.”
he stared at you, almost as if you were insane, then sighed. “you really are oblivious, huh?”
“hey—“
he shook his head, still looking mildly amused. “here’s the notes suguru said he would drop by to give you and forgot. i know you like studying early.”
“oh. you didn’t have to—“
“i wanted to.” he immediately stated, face serious. “‘ll leave you to it, can’t have someone ruining your perfect night. goodnight.”
with that, he was out, leaving you even more flabbergasted.
what. the. fuck.
2. hangouts.
you were still getting used to the idea that sukuna told you that not only did he not hate you, but that you were his favorite in the group. to you, the idea was unbelievable. flabbergasting. maybe even a little more scarier than being hated by him for some reason, but you managed pretty well.
at least you were more comfortable hanging out with your group now.
however, you had a tiny little habit. you hated the coffee at the place your friends loved, so often, you just walked away to the place next to it to buy your own coffee. it provided you a break, making the little pit of your stomach that grows when having to be around people, even your best friends, for too long reset, and you just get a chance to catch your breath.
today wasn’t different. in the middle of the hangout, you grabbed your wallet and slipped out, enjoying the tiny walk in fresh air before you stepped into your favorite cafe.
the familiar barista immediately lit up at the sight of you, boredom fading from his face. he was your age, friendly with a cute grin that grew whenever you two chatted— something that made you feel at ease when ordering.
“my favorite customer,” he immediately greeted, grinning. the bell at the door chimed, and you both didn’t pay any mind to it. “i wonder what you will order this time.”
you snorted. you both knew you ordered the exact same thing every single time. “yeah, i wonder too.”
he chuckled, eyes flickering to the screen. you could feel a figure stopping behind you. “well, you know your total.”
you hummed, about to pay, when the familiar scent of sukuna’s signature perfume finally registered in your mind as he moved to step beside you, eyes narrowed, jaw slowly twitching. “make it two.”
you slowly glanced up. the barista looked up in surprise, before he nodded calmly. “of course.”
before you could register it, sukuna’s card was pressing against the machine, paying for you both. your jaw went slack for the second time this week, flabbergasted once more, but sukuna was already pulling you out of line so that the people behind you could pay.
and, more unfazed that he should be by his own actions, he casually held out the receipt. “here. you take the code and collect points on their app, right?”
“…how the fuck do you even know that?” you mumbled, utterly confused. “why are you here? how did you find me— did you even know what you ordered—“
“easy there, angel.” he murmured, calm. “you always carry the receipt and i see you type something from it on your phone often. ‘m here because the coffee in the other shop is ass. you always come here, so i figured i would try my coffee with you. i know what i ordered because i know your order.”
you openly gaped at him. he only reached over, grabbing both drinks, arching an eyebrow. “are you gonna gape at me forever or drink this sweet shit?”
“…did you just call me angel?”
his amusement immediately faded, ears turning red as he shoved your drink your way, looking away. “absolutely not. hallucinations. let’s go.”
that was what he chooses to deny? not that he knew your movie night in details? that he knew your exact drink? that he knew you secretly collected points from your favorite coffee shop?
you let out a tiny chuckle, amused, following behind him. that somehow managed to make his ears even more red, a scowl pulling on his pretty lips.
fuck. he was gorgeous, and adorable.
how horrible for you.
3. aquarium.
you laid face-down on shoko’s bed, face showed between the pillows, eyes shut in pure horror. “‘m so screwed.”
she sighed for the nth time from where she sat on the ground, studying. “you quite literally could not be more not screwed.”
“i have a crush on him, shoko. i never have crushes. and now i have one, on fucking sukuna. the guy once punched a guy for breathing ‘his’ air. he fucking hates people. i am so utterly fucked. he will kill me.”
she glanced up, as if she knew something you didn’t. “he won’t kill you. kiss you? maybe.”
“stop being delusional.” you mumbled, voice muffled as you buried your face into the sand further. “‘m so fucked.”
she sighed. “you’re delusional too if you don’t realize what’s happening. anyways, isn’t it the twenty seventh? your monthly aquarium night?”
you jumped up, gasping. “it is! fuck!” you quickly grabbed your phone to check the time, before opening the aquarium’s instagram page just in case there were any updates.
and, unfortunately, right there on their instagram story, posted twelve hours ago, was a simple statement.
‘couples only day!’
“oh, fuck my fucking life.” you mumbled, eyes on the story, shoulders drooping. “shoko, be my aquarium date.”
“couples only, huh? if only these weren’t the conditions,” she mused, almost flirty, before tilting her head.
“yes.”
“ask sukuna to go with you.”
you blinked once, twice, before pulling up your phone, nodding, serious. “good idea. ‘m asking gojo or geto.”
“that is quite literally not what i said.”
“you’re a genius.”
you sent off a quick text to geto and gojo, jumping off her bed to head to your own apartment to get ready. after dressing up all cute for the sake of your loved marine animals, you glanced down at your phone, where a vague text from gojo said he couldn’t, followed by maybe three million crying emojis (which was maybe because he had begged before to accompany you said no. aquariums were a single, you-only trip), and geto sent back a simple ‘he’s almost there’, and a thumbs up.
what kind of reply was that? you frowned, sending five questions marks, about to ask who the fuck ‘he’ was, when your doorbell rings.
you pulled the door open, and freeze when your eyes landed on the one and only sukuna. he glanced at you, eyes blank, and nodded once. “let’s go.”
“…where?”
he raised an eyebrow. “the aquarium. date night. let’s go.”
“…are you sure?” you immediately mumbled, voice uncharacteristically low. “‘m, uh, kind of enthusiastic about this. nerdy. geeky. um, annoying.”
his lips twitched up into an endeared smile that he immediately pushed back. “i know what ‘m getting into. let’s go.”
you grabbed your jacket, eyebrows furrowing. “suguru could have just said he couldn’t come. i’m sorry he sent you instead.”
“oh, he could come.” sukuna stated blankly, stepping into the elevator behind you. you glanced up at him, confused, and he stared back blankly, as if waiting for you to collect dots you didn’t even see. he only sighed after a few minutes, shaking his head. “this is both cute and infuriating. so, which stupid creature is your favorite?”
you expected a night with sukuna to be awkward. tense. uncomfortable. a night where you had to hold back so you don’t become labeled as talkative, or annoying, or too much.
you didn’t expect for him to be a good listener. nodding at whatever you said, asking questions at first to keep you talking until you were comfortable rambling. you didn’t expect him to hold your things so you could comfortably get closer to the glass, or stay longer at your favorite animals, or ask you about ones that seemed interesting, his eyes soft and lips twitching upwards just the slightest. you didn’t expect him to disappear at one point and come back with a few limited-edition items from the small gift shop either, dumping them in your arms wordlessly as you two were walking out.
“thank you for being my fake date for the night, kuna.” you mumbled as he was dropping you off, sleepy, eyes soft and voice slurred. he paused at your words, lips twitching into a frown before he eyed how sleepy you were and only sighed.
“of course, angel.” he muttered, reaching over and nonchalantly pressing a kiss to your forehead before he turned around, walking away. “…sleep well, goodnight.”
gaping at him seeming like a new routine, except this time, your sleepy eyes were set on his back as he left, almost getting distracted by his muscles showing through the fabric. oh, you were so, utterly fucked.
4. the beach.
you sat quietly on the sand, wrapped tightly in a towel, eyes ahead as you watched gojo, geto and shoko shoving each other in the water. choso was on a towel beside you, deeply asleep and snoring. toji was playing around with megumi and nobara and yuji, who was yapping about how his uncle dropped him off and disappeared. everyone was enjoying themselves.
you were freezing.
you had gotten there earlier, having known they would all show up too late. you liked swimming alone with no eyes on you, so with too much sunscreen, you stayed in the water under the sun in what you knew was the perfect time for you. by the time everyone else arrived, you were already drying in the shade.
oh, how you wished you had a dry towel—
a dry towel dropped into your lap before the thought even finished. you froze, glancing up at the sky, before immediately closing your eyes again and wishing for a million dollars just in case.
“don’t stare at the fucking sun.”
ah. your genie.
you peaked through your lashes at sukuna, who glared at you, a hand going to shade your eyes from the sun. he was dry, holding a small bag which you assumed was for his wallet and phone and car keys and towel, the sun kissing every spot on his perfect body, as if purposely teasing you.
fuck. how could someone be so pretty?
he sighed, pulling a cap out of the bag. he pushed it on top of your damp hair, shading your face, and slumped beside you. “switch towels. mine is dry.”
“hi.” you mumbled dumbly, blinking a few times to snap yourself from the daze seeing his beautiful red eyes in the sun put you through. his lips twitched, face softening, and he only pulled the cap down further. you finally remembered how to think. “don’t you need your towel dry?”
“‘m not going into the water this late.” he stated. his eyes flickered to choso asleep, and he rolled his eyes, standing back up. you watched shamelessly as he effortlessly pulled the heavy umbrella so it was covering the sun kissed stoner, sighing, voice lower. “that dumbass.”
“i spray him with sunscreen every two hours. flipped him once.” you mused, taking the chance of sukuna being distracted to switch towels, sighing in relief once the warm, dry, soft towel wrapped around you. “thank you, kuna.”
“don’t mention it.” he grunted, then frowned once he registered your words, “you rub sunscreen on him?”
“oh, no, it’s a spray.” you hummed, pulling it out. “isn’t it cool?”
he glanced at the spray bottle, shoulders slowly relaxing. “mhm. it is. can you spray me?”
you nodded, moving to stand up, immediately stumbling in the towel. firm fingers immediately steadied you, and you deeply hoped he couldn’t feel the warmth radiating off you from being flustered as he slowly let go.
you slowly sprayed him, the sunscreen leaving a shiny coat that made him look even more beautiful. after making sure every part of him was covered, you slowly sat back down. “try to rub it to make sure it’s even.”
he hummed, eyes shut, slowly spreading it out, spreading it out on his tan skin.
what a fucking sight, really. he was so, unbelievably gorgeous. you were so fucked.
“…you went early, huh?”
“…yeah.” you mumbled, eyes still on him, hoping he keeps his eyes closed.
“tell me next time. ‘ll go with you.” he sighed. “these idiots always come when it’s already too cold.”
you nodded slowly as he finally finished, slumping next to you on the little beach mat gojo had gotten, so close that his thigh was pretty to your covered figure. he frowned. “your lips are pale. still cold?”
you grimaced. “‘ll be okay. thank you for the towel—“
he sighed, an arm wrapping around your shoulder before he was pulling you towards him. you missed the way his body relaxed, lips twitching into a repressed grin, the face of a man finally achieving one of his long lost goals.
holy fuck. you were pressed to his side, his body oozing warmth. he smelled great, and you could feel his muscles every time he shifted. as you stared ahead, trying to pretend like you weren’t malfunctioning, your eyes landed on shoko, gojo and geto staring back at you guys from the water, jaws slack.
well. at least it wasn’t you this time.
5. studying.
as much as it seemed otherwise, studying with gojo actually helped you. you both kept each other in check— you stopped him whenever he started yapping, and he distracted you whenever you were spiraling. you both were a team when studying— having been one since the first semester, when you both met.
during breaks, however, was when you really liked studying with gojo. you both sat with thirteen expensive pastries in front of you, gojo’s treat, and he grinned excitedly. “oh, this will be so good. you go first.”
“you don’t have to tell me twice.” you mumbled, picking one up. you immediately moaned in delight, holding the rest to gojo, who reached over and took the rest from between your fingers. “fuck. this is so good.”
gojo let out an even louder moan. you both ignored the disgusted glares from the people around you, happily chewing. “oh, these are fucking godsent. thank you for being my taste buddy.”
“thank you,” you mumbled, grabbing another one. “you’re the one spoiling me with these. you’re, like, my dream man right now.”
gojo let out a loud laugh, before pausing, shivering in horror at whatever he imagined. “do not let sukuna hear you saying that. he’ll have my head.”
“why would he have your head for that?” you mumbled, mouthful, and distracted by the heavenly taste of these. you weren’t even a fan of pasteries, but these were on another level. you tried another, and immediately groaned. “fuck. try this one.”
you immediately extended your hand out to gojo. he, as usual, ate half of it off your fingers instead, and dramatically melted in his seat. “ten out of ten. perfect. stunning. i will marry whoever made these.” he swallowed, and quickly ate the rest off your fingers to. “and he will because he’s, like, in love with you.”
“you flipping liar.” you mumbled, unamused with the obvious fake news. “he doesn’t. he’s just a good friend.”
“he’s not a good friend,” gojo snorted. “he almost shoved my head into the toilet bowl yesterday because he was bored. he likes you.”
you did not believe him the slightest. “uh-huh. wanna try the red one?”
“yes, please.”
later that night, you were curled up in bed— going over everything you had studied earlier to lock the information into your mind. the groupchat was blowing up after choso was caught kissing someone (you already knew the news. choso blurted about his ‘secret’ crush to you before when he was high, and forgot.) and you just shot back a sticker laughing, said you were studying and you needed more caffeine to deal with this, and shut your phone off completely.
you really needed caffeine.
everytime you shut your eyes, all you can see is a cold, cup of your favorite coffee from your favorite shop. the condensation running down, the inviting taste, everything—
fuck. you needed one so bad. you frowned, turning your phone on to glance at the time, and paused when a notification stood out from between the ones on the groupchat.
sukuna: pick u up for coffee in five?
you stared at the message, then slowly glanced down at the sweatpants and oversized hoodie you were in, your hair messy, broken glasses on because you were too lazy to get these specific ones fixed and you lost the other, before sighing. you needed caffeine too bad to worry about how you looked in front of him right now.
you: please :c
a car honked downstairs a few minutes. you quickly grabbed your wallet and your half-dead phone, rushing downstairs, grabbing an oversized jacket on the way so you could tug it on top of your thick hoodie, grimacing at how much of a mess you looked. you slid into the passenger seat, and sukuna only stared at you, eyes slowly taking in your appearance, lips softly pulling up.
“don’t say anything.” you immediately mumbled. his smirk widened, but he didn’t speak, immediately resuming to drive, eyes ahead. “‘m so sleepy.”
“uh-huh. let’s get some caffeine in you.” he murmured, turning more serious. “don’t overwork yourself tonight. did you have dinner?”
you nodded, ignoring how your heart felt like it was twirling in your chest. “i did. ate and drank and slept well.”
he hummed. “good.”
in the coffee shop, he got the same as you, paying despite your complaints. once the drinks were out, he grabbed both, wrapping yours in tissues to keep your fingers from being cold before handing it over, humming.
you were looking over notes in your phone, too tired to register his actions. you only quietly took the cup, immediately sipping, shoulders slowly rolling down, tense muscles relaxing. “thank you, kuna.”
he clicked his tongue. “don’t mention it.”
in the car, you focused on sipping the coffee, and he cleared his throat. “gojo said you two were on a study date this morning. pastries and shit. said you called him your dream man.”
you snorted. sukuna glanced over, utterly unamused, almost pouting. “i love gojo.”
his lips immediately formed a scowl. “you love him?”
“not like that,” you snorted. “he’s just… he was the first person who was nice to me in university, you know. the first person who made sure i never felt like a burden. he means a lot to me, platonically.”
he was silent for a while, then nodded, pulling up in front of your building. “good. you deserve to never feel like a burden. you… mean a lot to me.”
was he trying to kill you? you immediately shuffled out, heart beating like it was trying to escape your chest, cheeks burning. “you mean a lot to me too, kuna. um, goodnight. thank you for picking me up.”
“don’t mention it, angel.”
+1.
against your will, you were dragged to a party.
you would have been enthusiastic, really, if finals hadn’t just ended— leaving you too sleep deprived that you couldn’t even walk straight. gojo had came over to force you out and picked your outfit out for you, keeping in mind your pleads for it to be something warm, and you ended up in the passenger seat of his car, asleep soundly, vaguely aware of his whining about you needing to be awake as he drove you there.
you could only remember little snippets between your tiny naps, really.
gojo having his arm around you as he dragged you in.
you slumping down beside choso, immediately falling asleep on his shoulder.
sukuna crouching down in front of you, concerned, eyes worried.
sukuna covering you with a blanket.
sukuna sitting beside you, pulling your head into his shoulder instead.
geto replacing choso. you shifting, head falling into his shoulder because he was warmer.
sukuna immediately pulling you back towards him, an arm falling around your waist to keep you close, bickering with geto.
after that, you drifted into deep sleep— the kind that only came after a week straight of pulling all nighters. and, when you woke up again, you were wrapped in a blanket, on the roof, on a tiny couch with your head on sukuna’s lap and a cigarette between his lips.
the second he registered you awake, he pushed the cigarette into the ashtray, eyes soft, fingers on your shoulders to help you sit up. “you okay, angel?”
“mhm. sleepy.” you mumbled, blinking slowly, still half asleep. you yawned, rubbing your eyes. “thank you for watching over me, kuna. you’re, like, my angel.”
“…don’t mention it.” he whispered— although, it sounded more like a pained whimper. “i… yeah. don’t mention it.”
it was silent for a few minutes. you both stared up at the sky, lost in thought, before sukuna cleared his throat.
“…the stars are pretty.”
“mhm.”
he paused, before speaking again. his voice was low, soft, but it was laced with quiet frustration that you could tell wasn’t pointed at you. “we’re, uh, done with the semester.”
“…mhm.”
he clicked his tongue, and sat up, like he’s restarting. “…we’re good friends.”
“we are.” you mumbled, still dazed from your delicious, needed nap. he let out a small groan, face buried into his palm.
“fuck.”
“…kuna?” you murmured, voice soft, sleepy. his eyes finally flickered up, frustrated and almost disappointed in himself, and you only gave him a small, sleepy smile. “i like you too.”
and finally, it was his turn for his jaw to go slack, eyes widening, before he turned to you quickly. “you’re not fucking with me, right? you like me?”
you nodded, sleepy, but focused. “i like you.”
he didn’t hesitate before dropping to his knees in front of you, eyes soft and almost pathetic. “say that again. please.”
“i like you, kuna.” you repeated, quieter, softer, more serious.
he let his head drop, face pressed against the blanket covering your thighs briefly, voice muffled when he spoke. “…you have no idea how many years i have been dying to hear this, angel. fuck.” when he lifted his head back up, his red eyes were almost glossy. “‘m marrying the fuck out of you one day.”
that managed a sleepy laugh out of you. “take me on a date first, at least. we haven’t even kissed yet.”
his eyes lit up at the mere thought— before you watched him visibly holding himself back, trying to appear more relaxed, probably to not scare you off, despite his reddening ears at the idea. “right. dates. i will date you so fucking good, i promise, you will never think of anyone but me again. not even that stupid barista who clearly wants you so bad. only me.” he nodded, serious, scowling, before his eyes softened again. “best dates of your life. where do you want to go? dinner? coffee? aquarium? your little movie night routine at my place? do you want me to make it a surprise? i will be the best boyfriend— wait, fuck, not that yet—“
you reached over, softly pressing your lips to his,
he froze, eyes probably wide, then immediately melted the second your fingers gently cupped his face to pull him closer, letting out a soft, little sound into the kiss that had his face flushing further.
once you pulled away, your eyes met his dazed ones, and he slowly sucked in a deep breath. “….fuck.”
“dinner sounds good.” you whispered back, thumb brushing over his bottom lip, and he shut his eyes, as if it took visible effort not to groan. “next week?”
“you think ‘ll make it to next week?” he let out a sharp laugh. “you have me fucking kneeling for you, angel. tomorrow. 8. please.”
“okay.” you murmured, voice soft. “now, come back up, i will want to continue napping on you.”
“…anything you fucking want, forever.”
it's been far too long
THE ‘GETO PROBLEM’
FRAT!GOJO X READER , FRAT SWEETHEART!SHOKO X READER , FRAT!GETO X READER
SUMMARY shoko and gojo, your package deal friends with benefits, are not jealous of their best friend suguru geto. they’re not jealous when you start only studying with suguru, they’re not jealous when you ask to include suguru in your fucks, and they’re super not jealous when you’re basically acting like a couple with eachother.
partial smau parts !
WARNINGS angsty :(((, heavy jealousy (my favorite tag incase you couldn’t tell), satoru’s like REALLY REALLY jealous, fwb!satoru + suguru + shoko, lowk yearner satoru, minor vomit,
WORD COUNT 3.2k
there WILL be a fluffy, resolution pt. 2 in the future
How many of your recent stories included Suguru? Satoru wasn’t even sure. But by god he was upset. He felt utterly sick to his stomach seeing your most recent one. One from just barely 15 minutes ago.
Your ‘fav’? He thought he was supposed to be your favorite? Your favorite frat brother, your favorite boy, your favorite everything. He was going to cry. He was going to cry in frustration over a stupid Instagram post you probably paid no mind posting. Maybe that’s the part that hurts. You don’t even know how goddam wrecked he is seeing all your posts with the man that was supposed to be his best friend. Right now, he’s not sure he is.
His thumb apprehensively taps to open the comments, expecting maybe just your friends or an addition to the already sickening caption. It’s worse. It’s Suguru. It’s Suguru replying with a simple black heart that Satoru just knows he uses to act nonchalant. Probably to lure you in even further with those stupid hypnotic eyes he has. Maybe he’s concluding to hypnosis because he doesn’t even want to think about how you might actually like Suguru.
He’s laid out on his bed, spread eagle as he tosses his phone to his nightstand. On any other night, Suguru should be back at the house in minutes. But apparently you bypass the woman-stealer’s routine bedtime. He stops his imagination at what you two might be doing now.
He contemplates texting you—or Suguru. If he texted Suguru, it’d probably just be a string of angry messages, yet he couldn’t bring himself to be mad at you. Okay, maybe a little bit since you’re just throwing around the ‘favorite’ (what you should be calling only him) title to any guy. But he still wants to hold you, kiss you, and annoy you like always. Right now, he just wants to kill Suguru.
If a soft knock on the door hadn’t interrupted his thoughts, he’d probably be brainstorming murder plans. The door opens before he can even say ‘come in.’
He doesn’t look to see who it is. He’s not even sure if he can move his body with the lack of motivation he has streaming through it.
“You’re pathetic.” Shoko’s voice mocks. She strolls in further, clicking the door shut and finding her way around the scattered clothes on the floor.
She’s in one of your shirts. A shirt you wore a couple of months ago to a party his frat threw, one where you scribbled on a simple white lie. He remembers staring at it on your figure for the first time and flusteredly biting his lip at the text. ‘I HATE Satoru Gojo’. He recalls blushing and hiding his face when he realized you thought the exact opposite. He was already missing when he was your favorite boy— why did Shoko have to go and make it 10x worse?
“C’mon. We’re both upset about Geto and her but we still have to get shit ready for tomorrow.”
He stares at her sideways, pouting. He misses when could pout at you and make you fold instantly.
“There are plenty of my brothers here already. Fuck off.” He smears out. Shoko rolls her amber eyes at him, hands on her hips. He doesn’t need Shoko to taunt him and claim it’s just whatever that his own best friend is fucking his girl. It’s what everyone slightly related to greek life calls you anyway (not even minding the fact you’re not dating). It’s always been ‘Gojo’s girl’. If he ever hears the words ‘Geto’s girl’ to refer to you, he think he’ll burn the whole campus down. He was fine with sharing you, but this is not stealing. This is highway robbery and he wants you back.
He’s unpacking drink bottles for tomorrow—after Shoko had to bribe him with candy like a child—when the front door opens. You and that traitorous bastard Suguru step into the foyer. If those grubby hands were around you, he might’ve smashed those bottles of Jack so thank god they weren’t. But he was still with you. Bringing you back, parading you around like you were his girlfriend.
“Damn girl. Haven’t seen you since Gojo was the one being you back.” Toji calls out, folding the beer pong table open and closed to check its stability. He knows that stupid comment was just to tick him off but fuck it worked. Especially with that stupid, lopsided smirk he shoots Satoru. He grumbles, grins tightening around the neck of a bottle.
“Hi, Toji.” You joke, patting your manicured hand lightly against his chest as you walk past. Your eyes set on Satoru, who’s currently trying to ignore you and Suguru. His eyes betray him and land on you and your chuckling face. You slink one arm around his neck and lean in, smiling into his shoulder while you hug.
“Missed you, Toru.” Did you really? Or were you too busy with Suguru fucking canoodling in cafes and restaurants? He wants to think you’re telling the truth. He inhales deeply against your neck, soaking up your perfume since he last saw you—what, two weeks ago? Ever since you’ve abandoned him and Shoko for Suguru. “Better be a rager tomorrow.” You whisper sweetly before pulling back.
He finally brings himself to look at traitor boy his best friend. Suguru greets him first.
“Hey, Satoru.” He says, calmly. Like Satoru has no reason to be upset or anything. He just nods at him. And then you follow Suguru up to his room, smile imbedded on your face the whole time.
Fuck you Suguru Geto and whatever love magic you have going on with his girl.
Look, all Satoru has to do tonight is find you before Suguru does. Then he can steal you back, kiss and hug you, maybe even get you to say you only want him, not Suguru. Maybe he could make Suguru watch— his thoughts are interrupted.
“Where’s your girl?” Toji ask, coming up next to him and staring at Satoru. Satoru was mindlessly biting his lip while watching the doorway vehemently, waiting for you to walk straight through it. “You two still good or is she all Geto’s now?” For the first time, Satoru doesn’t even think Toji’s trying to piss him off. He says it so neutrally like he’s genuinely curious— like he’s not supposed to know that you’re Satoru’s and will be till the end of time.
He snaps.
“She’s not Suguru’s, okay? Just because he thinks he can stroll in and take her doesn’t mean he fucking will!” He snarls at Toji. His blue eyes filled with rage. He fights the urge to stomp away at the mention of you being Suguru’s. He nearly gags at the thought.
Toji stays silent beside him, biting at the scar on his lip awkwardly. He brings his hand, with a cup he stole from the beer pong table, pointing out his index finger and gesturing to the door.
“Well your girl’s here if you didn’t notice.”
His head snaps so fucking fast. He brings his head to the direction of the door, eyes scattering to scan the people ridden room.
He spots you. You look like some fucking angel sent from above. Your dress looks gorgeous on you and he wishes he could say he was the one who bought it. He’s frozen in place for a moment, right before Toji pats his back and pushes him forward to get him moving. He looks back at Toji, then to you again, wandering about the floor, probably looking for someone you know. You’ve got that furrow in your eyebrows he loves.
He hurries, pushing past and through people to get to you. He nearly knocks a woman over carelessly as he shoves through the crowd and speed walking across the floor. You turn into the kitchen and his eyes narrow to make sure he doesn’t loose sight of you for too long. He continues his fast steps, ignoring half the crowd asking if he wants a grossly bitter drink as he follows you.
He finally catches up to you when people block the both of you’s path, stationary in the middle of the kitchen.
He grabs at your wrist, turning you around to stare at your face. You have a look of shock before your face falters to a calm expression, probably not realizing it was Satoru at first.
“Satoru!” You say, barely intelligible with the bass blaring from speakers just feet away. But more importantly, you’re smiling. He counts that as a win in his book. He can’t help but smile. You stare down at his collar, he looks down, confused. “New chain?” You ask.
You point to the gold slinked around his neck, casually resting along his collarbone.
“Uhh.. Yeah.” He says, awkward and nervously. His fingers knead along your wrist out of habit.
You nod, still smiling up at him cutely through those eyelashes. He swears it’s like those corny romcoms where time freezes. He continues gazing down at those perfect eyes and curves of yours while inconspicuously trying to pull you closer to him. The colored lights beam past his eyes, and for once he doesn’t shy away at the sight; he stays staring at you, particularly your soft set of lips. He mulls it over before deciding to go for it. He leans down to try and kiss you, trying to complete the stereotypical romcom sequence, when you snap your head around, looking for something.
Your lips form a pout while he stops mid lean.
“Any idea where Sugu is?”
He throws up the singular beer he had right infront of your heels. He wipes away the forming tears before they can drop infront of you too.
The moment you walk through the door he drags you onto his bed with his long ass arms. He grabs your waist and practically heaves you onto the mattress. Your eyebrows raise in surprise, staring at his broad shoulders looming above you, climbing up onto the bed infront of you.
He dives into your neck, pressing wet, sloppy kisses from your collarbone to below your ear lobe.
“Satoru!” You hiss out, still giggling through your words. He continues kissing you, even leading them up to your awaiting lips and devouring the plump flesh. He’s drooling he’s enjoying this so much. He’s acting like a military husband seeing his wife after 5 years and he knows it. Because to him, 5 years is what it feels like. He had to watch stupid Suguru have you for weeks, be on your mind constantly, and bring you home after he yakked in front of you.
His large hands clamp down on your hips and pin you down into the mattress, fighting your squirming. You muffledly say something unintelligible into his mouth and he pulls back with spit connecting your lips as evidence of the messy kiss.
He hums curiously. Okay maybe he’s not that curious about what you have to say right now and really just wants to keep kissing you. But he’s respectful!
You place your palms flat on his muscular chest. He smirks at this. He leans back down to start kissing you again but before he can actually meet your lips, you speak up.
“I don’t even get a ‘hi’ first?” You jokingly scold, shaking your head and pouting.
“Hi.” He says, then immediately starts attacking your lips again. His tongue sticks into your mouth and starts intermingling it with yours without care. It’s even messier than before; spit and quiet moans spill into your mouth as he starts to lead his hands lower and squeeze at your thighs. He swears your thighs have some magical, alluring spell on him.
Your ringtone blares out, interrupting and making you two jolt back from one another. Your phone buzzed against his hand in your pocket.
He pulls it out for you, fumbling through the fabric of your leggings and fishes it into his hand. When he flips over the screen to read ‘Sugu <3’ he wants to scream and throw it against the wall.
You look down at it and take it from his hand. He’s about to protest as he sees your finger slide against the screen. You bring up a finger to his mouth and leave it there on his lips as you answer and sit up on your knees.
“Hey, Sugu.” You say, smile creeping up your face while you talk. Satoru swears that Suguru did this on purpose, strictly to cockblock him. He has the urge to go piss in Suguru’s shampoo bottle, or hit him, or maybe actually kill him.
He wraps his arms around your waist, bear hugging you while you furrow your eyebrows in surprise, still nodding and humming at whatever Suguru was saying over the phone. He yanks you closer to him so you straddle his hips and nearly drop the phone out of your hand. You do a cute yelp when he does that makes him grin. You’re sat right above his clothed cock, covered in baggy sweatpants with rips in the pockets from a prank by one of his frat brothers.
He pouts up at you, silently pleading with those beautiful eyes you could stare at forever. You mouth to him ‘one second’. He takes initiative and end up not waiting. He snuggles back up into your neck and starts peppering dramatically loud and wet kisses right below your phone along the curve of your jaw.
“Baby, please.” He begs, purposefully loud and right into your phone speaker.
Suguru says something muffled over the line.
“Yes, that was Satoru.” You reply rolling your eyes. You laugh lightly at something else Suguru says. “Don’t get too jealous, baby. You know how he gets.”
He yanks the phone out your hand. He’s placed it up to his ear, blocking your attempts to get it back, and speaking into the microphone.
“I’m her baby. Fuck off, Suguru.” He snarls before hanging up for you and tossing your phone onto his nightstand.
He goes back to kissing you like nothing happened. You pull away, pushing him back from his jaw. You kinda wished he wasn’t as pretty, yelling at him would be a lot easier if he wasn’t so goddamn cute.
“What is wrong with you?” You ask, staring into those eyes that are clearly trying to feign innocence.
He blinks, looking around like he’s mulling over what to say that’ll get him out of trouble and still get him laid.
“Uhh… my doctor says it’s autism.”
Shoko missed you horribly this past week. See, normally, she’d be able to partner up with you for labs because she’s more responsible than Satoru and he can always partner up with Suguru. Now? You’re handing a pair of standard issue safety goggles to Suguru while his other hand writes down you two’s names for the lab records/data.
And of course, she’s now stuck with—who she calls the ‘biggest complainer of all time’—Satoru. Well actually, she calls him Gojo because she swears they’re not that close.
“He’s such a fucking asshole.” Of course it’s Gojo, complaining. Again.
“He’s your bestfriend.” She snaps back. The fact she now has to scribble down Satoru’s name instead of yours on the data collection sheet upsets her more. Her grip on her pen is rigid as she tries to collect herself and keep her nonchalant demeanor.
“Not anymore!” Satoru says, setting up the beakers in a neat row meticulously. He stares through them, looking up at Shoko through the distortion while she just glares back at him. He continues his rant. “He’s a traitor! I introduced him to her under the premise we could share—not him taking her away from me all for his greedy self!” He pouts annoyingly at her like she can fix it.
He continues going on and on about Suguru while she barely pays attention. Maybe she can get him to stay distracted and do all the work subconsciously.
She’s staring at you, who’s giggling and smiling with Suguru while you two work. She rolls her eyes again and gets back to work.
She tips her cigarette to you, lighting the one she fished out her pocket for you.
She stares into your eyes while you laze on your bed together, puffing grey, cloudy smoke out the window adjacent to your mattress.
She scoots closer to you, surprising you as you take the thin cigarette up by your head to not burn her while she moves over towards you.
“You mad at Gojo or something?” She asks, low and nonchalantly but still boring her eyes into yours.
“Huh?” You reply, tilting your head to the side. You bite at your lip. “No. Why?”
“He says you’ve been ignoring him.” You furrow your brows and pout. “He thought you might be mad and hanging with Geto to get him jealous.” If it was intentional, by god did it fucking work.
“No no,” You shoo, giggling at the absurdity. You start blushing before you continue, looking away from her gaze like you’re embarrassed to say the next part. “Sugu’s just been really nice recently. Haven’t been able to make time for Satoru I guess.” You said explain. All Shoko thinks is how she remembers Satoru complaining about the nickname for Suguru.
She squints her almond eyes. “Well Gojo seemed upset. He’s kinda whipped for you.” She didn’t wanna have to admit she was too. Honestly, she thinks it’d sound weird coming out of her sullen voice, also around a cigarette still sitting in her mouth.
Your brows furrow again, like you’re thinking or upset with yourself. You bite at your lip, lit cigarette still sitting in your hand. She reaches over and takes it, blowing it out before tossing it in your trash from across the room. You look surprised but don’t say anything.
She takes out her own too, extinguishing it with her thumb. She really surprises you when she leans over and open-mouth kisses you. She pulls back slowly, staring into your eyes again.
“Make some.” She says softly, just barely over a whisper while her bangs fall into your face. “Time, I mean. For Satoru and me.”
GUYS IM SORRY I PROMISE I’LL MAKE A PT 2 AND IT WILL BE SO CUTE AND FLUFFY TRUST
girls like girls
tags: kirara drabble, fem!reader, you and kirara are best friends👀, kirara lowk cheating(?) on kinji, kind of one sided relationship between you and kirara, hidden relationship
a/n: okay enjoy happy pride month, this isn’t proofread
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saw your face, heard your name
gotta get with you
kirara loves hakari and his passion, that’s what always drew her to him.
standing by him through every quarrel with the conservatives, all the way to their suspension.
she was devoted, she loved his passion.
if only she knew the burning pile of unspoken words brewing inside of you, your own passion. how badly you wanted her yourself.
since middle school, you were devoted to her in the same way she followed hakari. you didn’t want to get suspended, or join the stupid fight club — but with her encouraging words and sweet voice, who wouldn’t say no?
braiding your hair in their shared apartment, staining your cheek with her bubblegum pink lips, calling you the prettiest girl she’s ever seen in secret whispers. because you were her bestfriend.
whenever he walked in, sometimes she’d stay within comfort, or shuffle away from you on the bed — a quiet request to leave them alone.
she was painting your nails in the screening room, laughing so loudly at a joke you made, her laugh was like honey. the door opened abruptly, a frustrated hakari stomping in with a scowl.
another problem, all within a week.
he walked over, staring you down with a glare. grunting, excusing you from the room.
as you began to rise, kirara interlaced her fingers with yours, “i’m not done painting her nails, kinbaby,” she looked up at him with a pout.
his scowl deepened, “out.”
her grip on you tightened briefly before she released with a sigh, offering you an apologetic look for your forgiveness. you returned with a quaint smile, leaving with a pain in your chest.
you like to think you felt her sad gaze linger on you, that she wanted you to stay.
the days when hakari gave her his card, you were the person to call. sitting in the cramped dressing room, watching her slip in and out of all these clothes. she trusted you so much with her body, it made you ashamed at how flustered it made you.
“i think this fits you more than me,” she tilted her head as she looked into the mirror, she looked back at you. “don’tcha think?”
you stammered, “ah, i dunno,” you shrugged. “maybe.”
kirara pulled the top over her head and stood you up, helping you out of your shirt and into the new one. making you look at yourself with her head on your shoulder and arms around your waist.
“everything fits you,” she squeezed you, kissing your neck.
you were so passionate, you started fighting in hakari’s stupid club. he’d joked about it, and you laughed it off, kirara gasped and tugged on your arm, saying you’d look so bad ass if you did.
and they sat in the screening room, watching as you got pummeled by a fighter with extreme prowess. kirara laid on top of hakari, her breathing ragged as she gripped his shirt.
you had taken a blow to the stomach, coughing out a pool of blood.
kirara cried out your name, standing up. hakari looked at her with furrowed brows.
she ran for the door, opening it to see you wheezing where you stood. holding your stomach and blood dripping from your hairline.
she rushed you into her arms, yelling how you’re never doing that again and that she’s sorry for ever convincing you.
hakari locked his eyes onto yours, taking a sip from his glass.
hakari was passionate, and if you had to mask your love to compare to his passion, then you would. if kirara wanted passion over love, you’ll warp your love into whatever she wanted.
maybe you’re still her bestfriend when she kisses down your body and tells you how much she loves you.
you’d still be her bestfriend. because she won’t talk about it the next day and instead she’ll rub her head against your shoulder or buy you things with his card as her apology.
and you’ll take it, you’ll take whatever she gave you.
girls like girls like boys do
nothing new
Zero to Hero (and the Crab)
⤷ After a mission involving a curse with crab-like pincers, you sprint straight to Yuuji tell him everything. You're still scared your rambling is too much, but Yuuji wouldn't dream of tuning you out.
tags: none, just fluff! headers by @/uzmacchiato THIS FIC IS A REQUEST!
wc: 1.8k
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tough love
fluff . poly relationship . girl dad megumi + yuji . girls names are mikato and nora . 2 husbands its getting litty . itsfushi x reader / megumi x reader x yuji . boxer au
the shadow of the ring and the tiger are a fan favorite duo in the underground boxing of tokyo.
‘duo’ as in, a pair.
a pair of enemies.
media beef, the referee going wild with stress, boxing turning into something more intense, managers going at eachother’s throats… yeah, it was a lot.
two young adults that were worshipped for their muscular bodies, getting rushed into boxing, going against competitors before eachother.
the night no one could forget.
you were a young adult aswell, needing some money while there wasn’t much job’s available near where you live.
until someone hit you up with a ‘ring girl’ application.
wasn’t much; being touched up with makeup, hair done, wearing slightly revealing clothes and just looking cute holding a board to state what round it was.
they wanted someone to catch the eye of the older men in the audiences, which was creepy. it felt like you were being auctioned off like cattle everytime you paced the ring, spotlight highlighting your figure.
the first night ever when you got employed, shadow of the ring vs. the tiger was on.
the guys were hot, honestly. you’ve heard their ring names from conversations between staff as they prepare for their arrival, and you couldn’t see anything on television since it was underground fighting… and the place was a little problematic.
eyes glued on both of them as the bell chimed, signalling for the round to start. navy boxing gloves mixing with crimson red ones, grunts lightly filling the air only if you stood close enough to hear.
star struck by both of them, no matter if they were marked with bruises, scarring or random splotches of red underneath their skin. not blood!
the round carried on until round 8, megumi falling down, his back hitting the ring.
yuji didn’t have a finisher, didn’t do
finishers. too much hassle and he wouldn’t like to do that to someone, even if he’s hurt them long enough.
blowing kisses to the screaming fans, bowing dramatically before raising his gloved-fist.
“fireball yuuuuuji itadooooori wins against megumi fuuuuushiiiiguro!” a man clutching a mic yells, his pot belly peeking out under a sweaty buttoned up shirt, skin - red-ish salmon.
watching medics patch up megumi and yuji, you ushered yourself to the back. dolling yourself up before you attempt to talk to atleast one of them.
maybe score one of them too…
“you did good out there,” a warm voice filled the air, making you turn your head.
yuji itadori, slinging his shoulder over megumi fushiguro who scowled, “yeah yeah.” gruffly responding.
maybe it was because you were staring, but ‘the tiger’ made eye contact with you. his mouth spreading into a large grin. “yo! it’s the hot ring girl— OW!”
a hit to the back of his head, cutting him off. “sorry about that,” megumi replied, half-lidded eyes meeting yours.
“wanna hang out with us in the back? our treat.”
seems like these two were just best friends off camera.
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10 years by, you get married and have two beautiful girls with the two dorks you met.
mikato having you and yuji’s genes mixed together, so you made him name her.
her younger sister, nora, was a mix of you and megumi, making him name her again.
you stopped your job as a ring girl when you were pregnant with mikato, yuji and megumi taking a longggg maternity leave to care for you. lazing around you like two big dogs, making sure you were comfortable, warm and safe.
when your little girl was a year old, they went back to doing their jobs. but ever since getting married, they requested to avoid getting into matches against eachother for long periods of time.
sure, they had some days when people would chant for them, so why not give the crowd what they want?
tonight was different, yuji was going against someone new.
“welcome everyone! hurdle around the ring, get a good spot for tonight and make sure to check out the food stalls at break!” the announcer hollered. “tonight we haveeee… the tiger versussssss… ratface!”
‘ratface’ had a face full of stitches, ashy blue hair and a wicked smile.
“what a freak.” megumi murmured beside you, a arm around your waist and a hand on mikato’s shoulder as the two girls stand at the front of you two.
“papa! he looks so scrawny!” mikato giggled, turning her head up at megumi, emptying a chuckle from him and a head ruffle.
a squeal from below, “dada! you got this!” nora yelled to her other father in the ring, hopping up and waving her tiger plushie.
blowing kisses to you four at the front of the barricade, turning around as the first round got started.
flash forward to long 10 rounds… ratface was knocked to his knees.
moving to the ropes, climbing, before slamming his body down against his opponent.
his first finisher.
“did that for you, pumpkin’s!” the pinky haired man pointed his glove down to the two giggly girls in princesses dresses.
“daddyyyy!” they cheered, their small voices not going ignored. swinging his body from the ring and over to the barricade.
pressing a kiss to megumi’s cheek, a kiss on your lips, before down to hoisting both of his girls up and placing kisses to the top of their foreheads.
he winked to both of you watching the gentle moment with a smile, “did it for you,” he murmured, hugging the two girls that curled into his torso.
a/n :: not proofread i’m so sorry but thank u all for 500 followers!!! love u all, thank u for supporting me this far <3
ᢉ𐭩 cuddling with your two boyfriends
" he's so loud.. " 𝓶egumi grumbled into your nape, annoyance prominent in his tone.
𝔂uji was snoring loudly, large bulky arms draped over you and megumi's waist as a result of his rather uncontrolled sleeping habits of moving around a lot. his head rested on your bra, mouth agape and drool pooling in your cleavage. " it's annoying. "
" when are you not annoyed by something? " you asked, combing through his pink strands. you felt his hands tighten around your waist, squeezing gently. he just let out a low hum at your statement — not confirming nor denying.
time passed, yuji's snores turned into hiccups as he prepared for a yawn, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "g'morning..." the kiss he put on your lips was lazy and gentle, full of sleep.
"morning, yuu. how'd you sleep?" he murmured a "good" against your lower lip before kissing you again, your hands molding his face gently. yuji loved your attention when he first woke up, it was the most awaited thing once he opened his eyes. it was simply routine.
megumi watched over your shoulder, leaning up on his elbow. he didn't say anything, just... observed. he had that familiar, faint dent in between his dark, thin eyebrows. he looked the same as he always did, but more annoyed than just plain grumpy. yuji eyed him, curious but in a teasing way. " jealous? "
" stop, " he got a hold on your jaw, turning you to face him. yuji stuck his tongue out at him, which megumi saw out the corner of his eye but chose not to comment on. " you haven't given me any kisses today. "
" yes, i have, " you corrected.
" mm, " he kissed where your jaw met your earlobe, trailing down to the corner of your lips. " it sounds like you have favorites to me, " he murmured.
" told you. he's jealous! " megumi pushed two fingers to his forehead, moving him back to prevent the chances of his interrogation of your favoritism being interrupted. you hadn't taken megumi to be the jealous type at all, if you were being completely honest, but you weren't complaining at all.
you puckered your lips. " no. you come get a kiss. i'm not kissing you. "
" ooh, picky. " yuji's commentary got him a pinch.
you gave into his demands with a slight laugh — there was only so far you could push megumi to be outwardly needy for affection. the kiss was special in comparison to your other kisses. more sweet, more savory, more apologetic for the fact that he was accusing you of favoritism. your hand gripped his jaw, tongues brushing against each other, relishing in the aftertaste of each other's chapstick.
they were both your favorites — your lovely boys to kiss, to love, to do anything and everything with. you pressed kisses to both their faces, alternating.
"you're both my favorites."
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thinking about higuruma sending you a video of him unbuckling his belt just to tease you. suggestive drabble, fem!reader.
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It’s a low shot of his abdomen, cropped just below the shoulders so you can’t quite catch the way his expression darkens, the heady look swirling in those tired eyes - just the toned column of his throat and the way he’s tugged the knot of his tie loose. His thighs spread a little as he eases back onto the desk he’s leaning on, the movement indulgent and unrushed. His hands creep into frame equally as slowly, and your eyes are glued to them in an instant - the shine of his cuff links, the veins jumping over his knuckles as thick fingers tease the buckle open nice and slow.
The video is quiet, just the sound of his steady breathing and the gentle clink of the belt, heavy metal against buttery leather. You strain your ears just to catch the way his breath hitches a little when he finally unclasps the button, then comes the teasing whir of the zipper as he drags it down achingly slow, tooth by metal tooth. The entire ordeal is a glorified strip tease - a HR report waiting to happen if the murmur of muffled cold calls in the background is anything to go by.
It cuts off just before the reveal, gifting you nothing but a passing glimpse at the bulge pressing through the dark briefs he has hidden beneath his slacks, and a slip of milky skin where his dress shirt has ridden up with the movement. He sends it alongside a simple text message: ‘I’ll be home in two hours. Show me just how patient my sweet girl can be, okay?’
I'm not a puppygirl or a catgirl. I'm a fish. and that is satisfyingly vague and abstract enough for me
@k4ikapo
can you blame him?
your husband who is incredibly turned on as he watches his friend kiss your cheek and hug you in greeting, his touch lingering on you for a little too long
they hate me for my flat facial expressions and inability to contribute to conversations
*beep…*
Yuta and Miguel in Africa >_> did this quickly for background practice cuz I hate seeing just white backgrounds it irks me