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[bfbkg]

hiii luna <3 you just reblogged the personal trainer bakugou Drabble and I’m obsessed lol.

just wanted to know if you think bakugou would end their personal trainer-client relationship once the feelings got too big for him to handle? i kinda imagine he would… he’s very professional to a T. but I’m 60/40 on whether he would tell reader of his feelings. Maybe he’s unsure and doesn’t want to come off as a creep so he leaves it be? Or perhaps he’s reading into something about how reader lowkey ogles him too lol, and just shoots his shot. I’m leaning into the latter slightly, just because I think adult bakugou is more open to letting people know of his feelings now.

love your writing as per usual !! Xxx

omg i have sooooooo much to say about them so much series drabble fic potential it drives me a little KOOKY.

i think he will end up ending it even though he LOVES the routine and having a reason to see you twice a week. but i think when he ends it it’s a whole situation for you both. maybe after you’ve slept with each other so it feels like a break up and you’re offended and think everything’s ruined between you two because you really like him. though like you said i think adult bkg tells you honestly it’s because he has a massive crush on you and feels like an asshole taking your money when he’d do it for free and because he slept with you. also because it’s not professional!!! and that gets you like Oh!!!! Oh. well i like you too, obviously!!

but bakugou is so sure that the sessions need to stop and then you’re like okay well now i need to find a new trainer. can’t you still be my personal trainer??? and he’s all up and down about it. BUT I LOVE THE SCENE of going to the gym the same time your class with him used to be and you see him training another woman. he’s already replaced you and she’s got the body you’re TRAINING FOR and she doesn’t look far off you and now you feel jealous and ugly because you feel jealous. and what pisses you off the most is that he notices you on the treadmill and he gives you a nod before helping her with her posture. his fingers on her lower back. you’re seething. you’ve been replaced. and you finish up what you have to do and you leave immediately without saying bye.

he texts you right after his session with his new client.

You had good form on the RDLs

and you feel like a teenager like you’ve got a school girl crush that you can’t control. you haven’t even left the car park, still sitting in your car ruminating over the man you like with a pretty woman.

okay

One word from you is rare

You miss our sessions that much?

you’re still pissed. imagining him flirting with her. he barely even flirts with you!!!! well he does compliment you a lot, clear with his intentions, he does flirt outside of his workplace in that blunt way that makes you wonder if he meant that how you thought. he always does end up meaning it that way.

how many of your clients do you sleep with?

you swear it’s not coming from insecurity… well just a little. curiosity mostly, evil green curiosity imagining him and the girl with abs having sex on his comfy memory foam mattress in his apartment in the city.

You

But you’re not my client anymore so none now

you want to go back inside the gym where you know he’s sitting in that stupid wheely chair in the office probably laughing at your messages when he’s supposed to making meal plans.

Tell me what’s going on

Have you left yet?

should you tell him the truth? fuck it.

i’m in my car in the car park

you think he’s given up on you. deemed you too much and annoying. he’s only taken you out to eat a few times, invited you to a fancy private gym sauna, slept with you once. it’s not like you’re in a relationship. but he did say he liked you then cut you off from working with him.

four minutes thirty two seconds after your text and you get a knock on your passenger window.

“oh,” you mumble to yourself. you weren’t expecting him to come out to find you but after everything you know about him, you should have. he’s tall enough that you just get his chest in view until he leans down to look at you blankly through the window.

he’s so sexy it hurts. you blink away the memory of him less than a week ago, how your personal trainer had sex with you like he was making love. long deep strokes inside of you. massaging your hips with every thrust. all with stamina that allowed you both to go on for multiple rounds with meant multiple orgasms in multiple positions. you don’t think you can even look him in the eye.

you reach over to unlock your car door with a dramatic huff, watch as the large muscled man, donned in his typical black loose muscle tank and black shorts slides into your seat.

he looks gigantic in your little car, his elbows touching the window and your gear stick. the smell of him, this sweet rustic smell overwhelms your cotton air freshener hanging on your mirror. you can barely think straight.

“you good?” he says, all his words straight from his gut, a bit scratchy like he was shouting earlier. katsuki scratches his head, flickers his eyes over your body. tense with your arms crossed.

bakugou katsuki hasn’t liked a woman romantically in years. it’s never been a problem for him considering he wasn’t too fussed for a relationship and if he wanted sex, well, he knew women wanted to have sex with him. he has work emails stating this. but since he never came across women he wanted, he was pretty weak on his flirting and assuming skills when it came to them. or specifically when it came to you. you who was always chatty and bubbly in your pt sessions. chatting his ear off to get out of a set, who asks him loads of questions just to find out if he has any siblings (no) and if he went to university (yes) and how exactly is he qualified. so he has no clue what to do with you like this. he could feel it through the one word answer.

pursed lips, crossed arms. you’ve got your big ass water bottle between your legs, the one he unscrewed the lid of and drank from after you had sex at his apartment.

bakugou katsuki wants you. he admitted he had feelings for you when he cut off the pt contract.

you good? no you’re not.

“i’m pissed off with you, katsuki.” you grunt, staring out your window. a woman walks past, you like her lilac gym set. “really pissed off.”

bakugou’s heart leaps in his chest. do you not want him anymore? fuck. he sits up straighter, tries to turn to face you but there’s not much space in your car to do that. he ends up with the seatbelt digging in his back.

“what did i do? i didn’t mean it.”

you finally look over to him. how dynamics have changed with you both. it was once you trying to learn a thing or two about him while he tactfully ignored every attempt for you to get to know him. strictly professional! to him slowly opening up about his life, spending private time together and now he’s about to drag answers from you.

he looks like a desperate puppy. thinking about putting his hand on your bare thigh in your little shorts and deciding not to. tiny pout on his lips, his usual half lidded eyes are wider trying to take in as much as he can from your behaviours.

“you didn’t even say hi to me, no hello no anything. and… and i’m still not over you cancelling our sessions to then replace me, at our exact time, with someone else! you’ve replaced me!” you fling your arms up in the air exasperated, “how am i to know you won’t seduce her, the way you seduced me? everyone knows you’re attractive, she’s going to be all over you and she doesn’t even need a pt! she looks great!”

bakugou doesn’t mean to, he swears he doesn’t, but the corner of his lips quirks up in a smile.

“baby,” he starts which only makes your head snap to him. he called you that when you kissed for the first time, when you were pushing him onto his bed and dragging your sports bra off.

“don’t baby me right now,” you wag your finger at him.

he holds his hands up in defence, bows his head slightly with a grin.

“yn, sweetheart,” he opts for instead, in this honey silk growl that makes you press your thighs together. it’s so over for you. “i can’t stop my session with another client to go and say hi to you. i would have had to cross the room to do that. it’s not fair.”

you know he’s right. you hate how he’s talking to you softly, like you’re a tender open wound in need of being plastered up. you wanna crawl into his lap as he kisses down your neck.

“if you didn’t run off, i would have grabbed ya and fixed your posture on the lat pulldown.”

“my posture was fine!” your biceps hurt instead of your lats, you definitely had the wrong posture.

bakugou is sneaky, finally sliding his hand onto your thigh, large hand able to grip your whole leg and then some. he does a light squeeze, then leans over to kiss the corner of your jaw. immediately you soften, laying back on your car seat instead of upright like a pin.

“okay, baby. we’ll work on that next time though.”

you look over at him and he slowly nods at you which gets you nodding back hypnotised.

“you weren’t replaced. could never replace you. nobody can chat my ear off like you or threaten to leave the buildin’ if i make them do one more rep. nobody is like you, which makes my job real fuckin’ boring right now.” he half laughs and your body warms up, “got a new client though.”

that’s when you grimace again.

“you’re going to seduce her—,”

“baby—,”

“like you seduced me!”

bakugou wants to drag you into his lap, hug you to him, squeeze you and kiss your neck. it’s probably best he doesn’t in his work car park.

“you need a bigger car, or we should be chattin’ in my car. i’ve got blacked out windows so i can touch you.” he squeezes your thigh, then rubs his thumb over your skin.

he’s trying to distract you, get you fuzzy headed so he doesn’t have to answer your question.

“nobody is doing any seducin’. people don’t even use that fuckin’ word anymore but if they did they’d know you seduced me.”

you gasp, “no i didn’t!”

bakugou scoffs, “you wouldn’t brush your ass against me when you’d get up on purpose? there was one day where you doing these sweet fuckin’ moans after every rep—,” “you tripled my reps that day!” “— another where you wore these little shorts with the scrunched fabric at your ass and asked me how they looked. the fuck you wanted me to say?”

he smirks over at you, fingers grabby now, eager to get more of you in his hands. he slides you around so your back is against your window, your feet in his lap. his hands are on your calves, your thighs.

“so fuckin’ curious all the time. asking me questions about everything. making me forget that we were going over our forty second rest and just fuckin’ up the whole goddamn workout.”

your arms are back crossed over your chest. “fine, i get it. i was a terrible client.”

“that’s not what i’m sayin’. i’m sayin’ i like you, i told you i like you. i’ve been takin’ you out but when i have time i’ll do a date for us. nothing gym related. especially since last time i really had you…,” on your back, on your knees, in his lap, “it wasn’t… wasn’t romantic like i wanted.”

you tilt your head confused, “you didn’t enjoy it?”

it was definitely rushed at the beginning, after going out to get noodles after a session, going back to his and unable to get your hands off each other. if anything it was a long time coming.

bakugou’s eyes widen, “what, no! i loved it. i’ve been thinkin’ about it everyday since. i just wanna be good for you, treat you how you deserve.”

that gets you laughing, “i think i deserved three hour sex with so many orgasms i lost count but if you want to add in a massage and rose petals that’s okay with me. i don’t mind.”

bakugou stares at you for a moment, your playful bite to your lip, how your fingers play with your dainty necklace. “i’ll give you a massage next time,” he nods, “i’ll hold off on the rose petals, i’m new to this all.”

“dating?”

“having a goddamn crush.” he sighs, looking out the window. “and to set it straight. i don’t flirt with my clients, i don’t fuck them either, that’s why i had to stop our contract. you don’t need to worry about me fuckin’ around.”

you nod slowly, with all the stories you’ve heard about men, your previous relationships, your friends ones, everything goes silent in your head. you believe him. “okay.”

“is that a normal okay or you’re still pissed off okay?”

“a i believe you okay.”

“good,” bakugou smiles, a cute slow boyish one that shows off his canines. you wanna kiss all over his face. that scar across his cheek, his slightly crooked nose, his pretty pink lips.

“are you sure we can’t have any sessions? i miss them.” you whine, reaching over to grab his hand and yank him to you.

in any other headspace he’d stop this much contact so close to his workplace, he’s all over you right now.

“baby—,”

“i’ll be on my best behaviour if you are.”

“i’m not havin’ you pay me.”

“perks of fucking your pt,” you grin and bakugou has to close his eyes for a second to stop himself getting hard.

“it will have to be new timings. basically after hours, like us going to the gym as…”

a couple? friends?

“as two people that know each other somewhat personally?” you giggle and bakugou presses his palm onto your bare waist beneath your sports bra.

he presses a kiss to your cleavage, then gives you a nibble that has you pushing his head off you.

“i’ll make you my girlfriend. i want it in good timin’,” he breathes.

your eyes widen as you inhale sharply, “you’re so forward.”

bakugou shrugs, “am i not supposed to say what i think?”

you’re all flustered, heat rising from your toes to the top of your head. you want to take him home, strip him naked. you want to make him a grilled cheese and watch him eat it. you want him to recite his childhood to you from age zero to age sixteen. then sixteen to now.

“you should keep doing it.”

“i’ll send you times when i’m free, we can keep it twice a week still and i can still make you a meal plan and routines. just like before.”

you smile, “but this time you’ll actually touch my waist and flirt back with me? i’ll get unprofessional katsuki.”

“you’ll only be gettin’ unprofessional me now. we’ll be off the clock.”

he inches closer to your face, closer, then a centimetre more before you grab the back of his head and press his lips onto yours. you tilt your led to the left while he goes right, a soft easy smooch that becomes open mouths. his tongue against yours, swirling with a comfortable rhythm you’ve only ever found with him. it’s good, better than good, delicious. especially when his grip on your body gets rougher, on your lips, pulling you closer and closer to him, until you’ve got your hand on your car window, knees up like an awkward spider.

“as much as i’d love to fuck you in your workplace car park, there is no room in my car because of your massive thighs and biceps and shoulders,” you breathe.

you watch as he throws his head back on your car seat and looks down at you with half lidded eyes. he grabs your hand and rests it over his hard cock. what you’d do to see it again, feel it again.

“this is how you had me every fuckin’ session,” he drawls and your sigh comes out high pitched, weak.

“you never made it easy for me. i’d…” you trail off, breathing heavier all of a sudden.

“you’d what?”

it’s like he knows what you’re going to say, kissing under your ear lobe. thank fuck for all those stretches he makes you do because you would not be able to straddle his lap like this a few months ago.

“go home, undress and touch myself to you.”

“fuck,” bakugou drops his head onto your shoulder, presses your hand onto his crotch. his next words are a whine, deep and growly, “let me make you come here.”

it’s the first time you’ve had the clearer head out of the two of you.

“another pt or a client could see us! you can’t,” you say but still, in the privacy of your car, it feels like the outside world doesn’t exist. you kiss his neck, a few pecks before making out with a spot that gets him groaning.

“fuck, baby. okay we gotta stop. i also gotta go back to work. fuck… let’s go to mine or yours, whatever.”

“you need to drive your own car,” you giggle pulling off to look at him properly. he looks incredibly needy, staring at your lips, hands stroking up and down your waist. he even adjusts your hips so you feel him between your legs.

“damn.” he utters, “you’re drivin’ me insane. i need a minute.”

he plops you back into your seat, looks around out the windows.

“if it’s any consolation, i’m wet too. if that wasn’t obvious. practically soaked right now.”

“that doesn’t help my cock.”

you reach over to rest your hand over him again but bakugou grabs your wrist.

“okay, i’m gonna grab my shit from inside and i’m gonna get in my car and follow you to yours. wanna see your bedroom.” he bites down so hard on this bottom lip, “wanna see where you were touchin’ your pussy thinkin’ about me.”

“katsuki,” you whisper.

he darts his head to you, a man way too horny to be cognitive right now, “sound like a plan, baby?”

you nod repeatedly, “yes, hurry up.”

[satochhi]

you were way too drunk, you realized it too late as you stumbled into somebody at some random house party. they caught you by the waist before you could fall. your vision was hazy, your eyes were glassy, but even through your bottle-induced haze, you saw those piercing red eyes staring back at you.

“...you’re pretty.” you muttered stupidly, allowing this familiar stranger to help you slump onto the couch. you couldn’t tell if they were drunk too, or if your compliment had gotten to them, but his face had an undeniable blush spread across it.. “..thanks. you’re drunk.” his voice was gruff, yet soothing. you would hear it all day. you wanted to.

“oh really? i couldn’t tell.”

he let out a scoff at that, seemingly annoyed with you. but he didn't move from his position next to you.

“.. he does this a lot too.” there was a pause after you said that, as if the stranger was contemplating on whether or not to ask further. he brushed a hand through his unruly blonde hair, “who’s he?”

“my ex. he acted juuust like you.” you booped his nose as if for emphasis. “he’d act all tough, but he didn’t leave me. well, i guess he did leave, but that's besides the point.”

you didn’t see anyone next to you for a brief moment, making you think you hallucinated the whole thing, before a bottle of water was abruptly shoved in your face. “drink.”

he slid next to you again like it was natural, his hand moved to go around you by instinct, before he retracted it, you grabbed onto his arm. “..please.”

as if on cue he cradled you to his chest, taking the opportunity to press his head against the top of yours. “you feel like him too.” you mumbled, “sweaty hands and everything.”

he didn’t laugh, but you felt his smile against your head.

it was comforting, the best you’d felt in the months following your break up. you felt the drowsiness overcoming you, prompting you to move your head closer to his chest and lay against his heart. it felt like the same heart that served as your lullaby for years.

“..i hope he misses me.” your eyes were closed, that familiar feeling of comfort and space welcoming you, though the last words that echo through your mind and fuel your dreams sound just like katsuki’s.

“i know he does.”

[tinasnowz]

MEGAN THEE STALLION — via Kellon Deryck’s IG Story (May 29, 2026)

[jung-koook]

everybody move, the DIVA is coming 😌✨️ (cr.)

[ruesdeluxe]

[tired-biscuit]

you know that trope where it’s princess + knight, but they’ve both been captured by the bad guys and the princess is now gripped by the jaw by the villain, receiving a thin cut to her cheek while remaining completely still with a defiant look in her eyes even as a droplet of blood begins to trickle out of the wound, all while 3 people AT THE VERY LEAST need to have their hands locked on the knight because he’s thrashing around like a wild animal, trying so so so desperately, violently, to get to her?

yeah, that’s porn to me.

[erotiquadoll]

[ruesdeluxe]

[ruesdeluxe]

[jjungkkook]

[jung-koook]

.....😩

[elicalace]

frat!kuna bagged a baddie who's got a lil kick

sukuna was tired of the bitchy girls he always had to deal with — wether they were from a one night stand or a girl that got hooked from his flirty antics, it always ends the same way — he rejects them and they run off to start rumors.

so yeah, he was done with girls. okay,maybe not completely, he still had some late night fucks after a party, but not without making clear that's where it ends. but other than that, he basically quit the game.

imagine his surprise when he fell in love with a stranger not even a week after that. yes, you heard that right, he the playboy himself fell in love. no less than with a girl he didn't even know before.

it wasn't an extraordinary day or night, just their usual frat parties where half the campus would come to drink or make out with someone. except this time, his eyes landed on a woman who couldn't look more out of place — even while being dressed up all pretty, a look on her face like she couldn't wait to get back home.

if someone told him that not even ten minutes after spotting you, he would have a conversation about how he had the perfect nipple atonomy for piercings, he would laugh or look at them like they were crazy. except this time, he's not laughing.

"i'm serious, have you never thought about it? they are like the perfect size and color." he's unsure how to respond — he's not even sure if he should answer at all.

"...no? i mean maybe? like one or two times." his usual confident, flirty voice falters, like it's the first time a girl talks to him without showering him in compliments. like he's expecting you to laugh it off and tell him you're joking.

well, you're not. "you probably should, dude. but don't let the same piercer as the one who did your eyebrow piercing do it. it's really off center." sukuna takes in second to replay your words in his head, and when they finally connect, he looks like he aged ten years.

"excuse me?"

you don't seem to notice his passive aggressive tone, or you just blatantly chose to ignore it. "yeah it should be way over here. yours almost looks like an centered one." you apparently also don't notice the way he genuinly flinches when you reach to point with your finger at the right placement.

he doesn't even try to look or understand where you're poking him — he's just looking at you with a dumbfounded expression. and god knows why, he felt fucking butterflies in his stomach, a warm feeling spreading in his chest.

there's just no way he, out of all people is feeling a spark because a girl is criticising his uneven piercing. he pushes the thoughts aside and a small smirk forms on his lips. "you know, that's not how i thought the conversation was gonna go."

and bless your heart, because you genuinly have no idea what's strange about this conversation. "oh, i'm sorry, did you want to talk about something else?" you sound extremly worried all of a sudden, like you didn't mean to hurt his feelings.

your strange personality doesn't seem to shy away the man infront of you — no, he's even more intrigued now. "how come i don't know the name of such a pretty girl?" it's supposed to be flirty, but sukuna should probaly have known better.

"that's probably because we never talked before. usually people tell you their name when you meet for the first time. otherwise people may think you're stalking them because that's kinda creepy knowing someone's name without asking y'know. but i know you're sukuna, not because im some weirdo who's stalking you it's just you're known as the community dick no offense intended."

the more you ramble on the more sukuna looks like any hope he had to take you to his room left his eyes. he probably should've known you wouldn't take the hint — definetly his fault. after a second of processing your speech his eyebrows shoot up in a mix of confusion and offense?

"...community dick?" his mouth open and closes like he wants to add something to his queestion but he has no idea what to say. the worried look on your face returns for the second time this evening, realising you're talking before thinking.

"no, yes, kind of? there's like nothing wrong if you like pleasuring women , actually that's like really nice of you, it's kinda empowering y'know like feminist and all."

any sign of seriousness leaves his expression and a rare sight for the fratking — a genuine laugh escaping him at your poor attempt of sweet talking yourslef out of calling him a slut.

there aren't many moments where sukuna actually really laughs when talking to girls — a charming smile being all it takes for most to drop their panties.however, it seemed like you had no interest in dropping anything at all.

except for your drink.

right on his bare chest.

it was an accident — truly, someone shoved you off balance and your drink spilled right on his abs, the sudden cold liquid making him hiss at the contact.

his eyes look down at his muscles seeing them drenched in a sticky substance, the alcohol making it's way down to wet his pants.

you gasp, hand covering your mouth. "oh my god — i'm so sorry. there are like no napkins anywhere near— wait i have an idea." he's about to tell you it's no big deal, he was shirtless after all — he could just jump into the pool or whatever but he stops dead in his tracks when you bend down.

right until you're face to face with his stomach.

he's about to ask you what you're doing — but freezes instead the moment your tongue darts out to lick the drink. "wh-what are you doing?" he sounds genuinely at a loss of words. you only answer after making sure no liquid would have time to go under his pants. "all good! your pants are totally save now no worries."

well he is worried — just not about his pants, but the boner he hopes you won't notice. he's unsure if this was supposed to be some kind of seducing tactic — but looking at your innocent expression he discards that idea. you really had just licked a man who you met ten minutes ago and looked like you had no idea how it looked to anyone watching.

there's a rare pink tint at the tips of his ears and he opens his mouth to say anything — but closes it once he realises he has no clue what to say. he also really doesn't know if he should feel as turned on as he is.

"thank you..?" it comes out like a question, like he's unsure if he should be thanking you. you're either ignoring his bewildered expression or you just don't even notice it at all.

"you're welcome. no prob." there's a moment of silence, neither of you knowing what to say until he breaks it.

"so is there a chance i can get your number?" to make sure you understand where he's going with this he adds, " romantically."

yeah he may have not thought the evening would turn out like this, but who is he to complain if his girl got a lil kick to her? after all — he still bagged the number.

[rllyobsessedgirlie]

Circles

Summary: Sukuna is tired of seeing his favourite bartender upset over her bum ass boyfriend

“Whiskey,” Sukuna said, dropping into his usual stool, the seat with the best view of you while you worked. “The expensive one please.”

“You don’t tip enough for the expensive one,” you teased.

A low laugh rumbled from him. “There she is.”

The bar was quieter tonight; rain against the windows, old rock humming from the speakers, neon signs buzzing dimly overhead. The kind of night that dragged exhaustion into your bones.

Sukuna watched you the whole time. He wasn’t subtle about it either.

“You look annoyed sweetheart,” he said.

“I’m working, so duh.”

“That isn’t what I meant.”

You slid the drink toward him. “Maybe drink instead of psychoanalyzing me.”

He took a sip without breaking eye contact.

“Boyfriend piss you off again?”

Your jaw tightened for half a second and that smug bastard noticed.

“Mm.” He leaned back on the stool. “So that’s a yes.”

“He forgot to pick me up after my shift yesterday.” You regretted saying it immediately.

Sukuna snorted. “Again?”

“He was busy,” you broke eye contact knowing Sukuna can read you like a book.

“Let me guess; he was drunk or out partyin.”

Silence.

Because he was.

You started wiping down an already clean section of the counter just to avoid answering the question.

Sukuna tilted his head slightly, tattoos shifting against his sharp cheekbones as he studied you.

“You make excuses for him a lot.”

“Yeah… sometimes that’s what it’s like being in a relationship, also you don’t even know him.”

“I know enough.” Another sip. “Saw him in here last week hanging off some blonde in a red dress.”

Your stomach twisted. “He wasn’t—”

“He was.”

You hated that he noticed everything. Hated that some reckless little part of you liked being noticed by him, that it felt like he cared.

“You know,” he continued casually, swirling the amber liquid in his glass, “if I had my girl waiting for me after her long shitty shift, I wouldn’t forget her…definitely not if it was you.”

Your hands paused. “Sukuna—”

“No, really.” He leaned forward now, elbows resting on the counter. “I’m trying to figure out what exactly this idiot offers that’s worth all this disappointment.”

“He’s my boyfriend.”

“That didn’t answer the question.”

Heat crawled up your neck. He grinned slowly when he noticed.

God, that grin was dangerous.

“You work double shifts,” he continued. “You remember his birthday, your anniversary, probably his coffee order too.” His eyes dragged over you lazily. “Meanwhile he can’t stay sober long enough to pick you up on time.”

“You’re drunk right now.”

“I barely finished my first drink…but even drunk I could never forget such a pretty face.”

That shouldn’t have affected you.

But then he reached across the counter — slow enough for you to pull away if you wanted — and placed his hand over yours.

The touch felt unfairly warm.

“I’m serious,” Sukuna murmured. “You keep wasting yourself on men who don’t know what to do with you.”

Your breath caught. His thumb brushed against your pulse.

“I would.”

Your breath hitched, and you pulled your hand away slightly; shocked by Sukuna’s confession.

“Think about it sweetheart,” he said tapping your hand lightly before pulling away to pay for his drink.

Dividers by: @diviniyae

[bfbkg]

going to the pharmacy with bakugou and the aim is just to grab two boxes of xl large condoms but the five minute trip turns into twenty when he slaps the boxes on the counter but then you put down a new blush you wanna try, two lip balms, your multivitamins and a bag of chocolate for the car.

pointing to one of the lip balms, “ones for you so we can match.”

and he just laughs a huff out his nose.

when all the items get scanned through he nudges you and you pull out your phone to show your membership card so you can collect points. “i’m saving up my points for a new hairdryer.”

“how many do you need?” he hums, pulling out his wallet and licks his thumb to count his cash.

“about ten thousand.”

“how many do you have?”

“three hundred.”

he glances over at you, a raised eyebrow and cocked jaw. you can read him clearly, he thinks you’re being a little… optimistic. he hands three clean bank notes over to the cashier.

“thanks man.” he says to the cashier who looks at him with starry eyes. a dynamight fan you can only assume.

then to you, “i’ll just buy it for you. that’ll take you ages.”

he lets you take the bag of chocolate so you can nibble on some on the way and he grabs the two boxes of condoms, your blush, your multivitamins and the two lip balms in one hand.

“i just keep using them but i’m going to try. imagine a free hairdryer.”

takes your hand with his other hand and pulls you under his arm.

“it’s also free if i buy it for you. use your points for the condoms next time.”

[gaytanic-panic]

[jung-koook]

his big boba eyes 🥺