hello! i just wanted to let you know that someone reposted your work on ao3 without permission (chapter 07: https://archiveofourown.org/works/84294646). this happened to me as well, so i filed a report with ao3 and left a comment asking the anonymous author to remove my story. thankfully, it has since been taken down.
while looking through the other reposted works, i searched for the original versions and found yours, so i wanted to make sure you were aware of it. i thought you’d want to know in case you’d like to report it as well.
sorry you have to deal with this, and i hope it gets resolved quickly!
woahh wth i had no idea 😭😭 , thats so bizarre . . . idek how to report on ao3 </33 but tysm for telling me
⡴ frat!gojo and frat sweetheart!shoko fighting over you (kinda a continuation of this , fluff but slightly suggestive) ⡴ 0.5k words
happy pride !!! shout out to all my queer people and my bi sisters especially <3
“sweetheart, come smoke with me.” shoko purrs, perched on her knees in front of you while you laze on satoru’s bed. she sits in only underwear and a cami tank top and with lazy, amber eyes boring into you. satoru sits against the headboard. she waves an unlit cigarette infront of you.
satoru answers before you can.
“hell fuckin’ no.” he snarls at her. she grimaces back, lips jutting out while she continues holding the unlit cigarette in her hand and other hand creeping next to you. she gets on her hands and knees, gazing down at you while her nipples poke out her shirt. “told you to stop smoking in my room.” he pouts right back, eyes squinting as he sees her look down at you.
“then i’ll take ‘er outside?” she suggest playfully. she slinks her pale finger down to simply brush a hair out of your eyelash yet her touch lingers.
“no.” he replies possessively. he sounds like an unsharing child denying another of their toy. he brings down his muscular arm from where it was resting on the headboard and brings it around your body. he pulls you up close to him, and more importantly, away from shoko. he now wraps both hands around your hips and makes your back lie against his chest.
shoko squints her eyes.
he grits his teeth and speaks up again.
“mine.”
oh god.
shoko rolls her eyes and starts to grip at your plush thigh. satoru sees this and scrunches his pretty boy face, puffing up his cheeks before kicking away her hand. she yanks it back and shakes it.
“you asshole.” she stares right at him. he smirks stupidly and brings down his head to kiss at your neck and jaw wetly and dramatically. he stares at her the whole time.
“you’re just mad she likes me better, shoko.” he quips, grinning all the same.
she looks like she’s about to snap out something again and grips on your thigh, harder than before. before she can you bring up your hands to gesture for them to stop.
“guys, stop argui—”
“she’s,” he gestures, pointing at shoko dramatically. “is trying to steal you from me.” he wrings his head around your shoulder and turns to pout at you, trying to get you on his side.
“you’re” she brings up a finger from the hand currently on your leg and points at him. “jealous i eat her out better.”
“no you DON’T!” he yells, flustering and jutting out his lip farther in a pout. he turns to you again. “tell her she doesn’t!”
“guy’s jus—”
“she’s not a liar, satoru.” shoko brings her body down, arching her body and resting her head against your stomach. she smirks up at him.
you have to stop his arm mid air from smacking her.
“say one more thing and i’m leaving the both of you!” you yelp out. they go quiet, easing up as your words linger in the air.
“…kay.” they both say simultaneously, discouraged.
shoko kisses against your inner thigh, leaving a lipgloss stain against your leg. satoru huffs before yelling.
you hadn’t done it to be annoying. at least, not on purpose. it was more that you couldn’t help it ! the simple fact of the matter was that you had a giant crush on shoko ieiri.
which, unfortunately for your dignity, also meant you were now standing in the infirmary doorway for the third time this week . . . which also happens to be the second time today . . .
“shokoooooo,” you groaned before sitting on the examination table, putting on your sweetest puppy dog eyes, feet swinging off the frame, thudding lightly against the metal to get her attention.
she hadn’t even bothered to turn around, flipping through a chart with a soft shhk — papers of what you presumed to be patient history, cigarette tucked between her fingers as her hair fell down past her back, white coat hanging loose on her frame.
“you’re early today.” she hummed, making your stomach flip. shoko held back a small smile you couldn’t quite see from where you stood. “what is it this time?”
“my cursed energy, is … off.” you said, blinking at her backside expectantly.
she didn’t say anything, only closing her papers with a soft “mm.” — the sound she often made when she was humoring you.
she turned around, making her way over to you from across the room, and of course . . . your brain short circuited on sight, like an idiot.
“hand,” she spoke slowly.
your hand flew up in front of her. quick. too quick. embarrassingly so.
her fingers wrapped around your wrist, cool and steady, thumb pressing lightly at your pulse point. your breath caught in your throat as if you forgot how to breathe, your eyes were glued to her as she genuinely seemed to be examining you, taking in her scent: the faint smell of cigarettes and black coffee. taking in the dark circles under eyes that just made her all the more enticing.
while you were busy staring at her, she tilted your chin up with two fingers without warning, guiding your gaze to hers, brushing just behind your ear as she checked you over with an infuriating calmness that made your heart skip a beat and had blood rushing to your face.
“your heartbeat’s fast,” she murmured, a faint amusement slipping into her tone.
you scoffed, “well… that’s only because of my illness.”
she let out a small huff of laughter. “right . . . so, your cursed energy is fine,” she said after a moment. “you in general . . are fine.”
. . .
“i don’t feel very fine.” you pouted, hands fiddling in your lap.
“mhm.”
“i could be dying.”
“dont think you are.”
finally taking her hands off you and turning back to her desk, rolling her shoulders, clearly about to dismiss you. instead, you shifted your weight awkwardly and groaned.
“you are surprisingly heartless for a doctor.”
“heartless wouldve been charging you for this visit.” she hummed before turning her attention to you, perching against the edge of the metal table, palms planted behind her for support. “and, every other.” she added.
when your eyes found hers, there it was again — that look. the one where she could see right through you, making your stomach flutter. her brown eyes lingered, steady and disarming.
“honestly, i’d end up in generational debt if it means i get to keep seeing you every day.”
silence. her unamused stare lingered on you, steady and unreadable.
and that’s when it hit. heat rushed to your face all at once.
“well—! not that you’re worth anything—” you blurted, too fast, too late.
one brow lifted.
“ah— no! not like that. you’re just… worth more than money could buy.”
“hypothetically.” you add.
she lets out a low laugh under her breath, taking in your flustered form. “you’re not very careful with your words, are you?”
your face only burned hotter; you pushed off the examination table with a small huff. “i’m leaving. i’ll go find someone else to take care of my injuries—”
“okay, okay.” her voice softened just a fraction, still casual, the edge of amusement not quite gone. she caught your wrist before you could fully turn away, her grip light but certain, her other arm still resting against the table. “i’m sorry,” she said, voice low and faintly teasing. “that was mean.”
“was it?” you huffed back, giving a performative tug at your wrist, more stubborn than sincere.
shoko only rolled her eyes, a small tugging of the corner of her lips. “you’re really going to leave over a little teasing? i thought you were more resilient than that.”
“i was. but you’ve ruined me.” you muttered, eyes lowered, heart thudding far too loudly in your chest despite yourself.
her thumb shifts once against your pulse as she gently draws your wrist back, not enough to force you — just enough to stop you from fully turning away. “stay. i’ll take care of you.”
your lashes only bat up at her. “huh?” and for one hopeful, embarrassing second, your heart skipped.
was this it?
had the shoko ieiri finally cave to your pathetic, romance starved whims?
“you’re sick, right?” she asked. “that’s what you said. if your cursed energy really is acting up, that could be dangerous.” her words came out undoubtedly solemn, everything about her normal . . . except for the suspicious amusement in her eyes.
“i’ll have to keep you under observation for a while.”
you did a double take before letting out a breath you hadn't realized you'd been holding, low and amused. “wait, you’re… you’re serious?”
“should i not be?”
“well, yes, but—”
“so, are you saying you want me to stop giving you check ups altogether?”
“i hate you.”
and that’s when shoko’s smile finally broke through. small, yet irrevocably charming. enough to send a wave of dizzying warmth through you.
“thought so.”
she never said it outright — but you were clearly her favorite patient.
was gatekeeping this since last month but honestly what better time to post it than pride month lolol + ib
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"ya awake, doll?" toji mumbles, pressing dove-like kisses all over your soft skin, his hand gently caressing the expanse of your naked body（save for the pair of boxers you'd worn the night before.）
you stir in your sleep, clinging onto him like a koala bear as you mutter something under your breath . . probably about how you didn't want to wake up & that you were still sleepy — all routine to your boyfriend. he just chuckles quietly as he pushes himself off the bed, planting a little peck to your forehead.
"i'll get you some coffee & breakfast." he says, putting on the same sweatpants he had worn yesterday which had been discarded off across the room. "eggs & toast sound okay?"
you just hum before turning around & hugging the pillow close to your chest. he smiles at how adorable you look, so sleepy & clingy in the morning. he really had to hold himself back from smacking that sweet butt of yours but he knows he'd get an earful from you if he did — not that he'd even feel an ounce of shame for doing something like that！
toji shuffles down the staircase, heading to the kitchen & as expected, there isn't anyone around — the frat bros in this house aren't entirely known for being punctual or disciplined. man, even he's only up this early（10:41am to be precise）because he doesn't want you to be hungry & he wants to treat you.
especially after the near sex marathon the two of you had last night. he's honestly surprised you kept up but hey . . that's his girl for you！
as he rummages the cupboards for that syrup he'd bought for your coffee, he hears a pair of footsteps descending down the steps. and when he turns around, he's met with naoya, the newest member of the sigma delta house.
toji's not interacted with him much yet but he already has a feeling he wouldn't get along well with him so that's why he's kept his distance . . thought it's not as if he isn't open to getting to know the new guy so maybe now's his chance.
"hey." he greets naoya who trudges in, practically dragging his feet to the fridge. "you doing alright?"
"yeah . . just kinda tired." he says, opening the fridge door & grabbing a small carton of milk. he stands there for a bit, continuously stealing glances at toji who's busy brewing coffee for you.
"ya got something to say?" toji says, cocking an eyebrow at him, silently judging him for his weird behaviour. he didn't want to be too mean though, trying to give the guy the benefit of the doubt that he's simply just nervous.
naoya's quiet for another few seconds before he replies in a low voice, "you guys were real loud last night." he stares at toji like he's trying to size him up, a rather sly smirk curling up the side of his lip. any previous indications of embarrassment seems to have flown out the window once he said that.
"damn, sorry about that." toji says, casually shrugging his shoulders at that. most guys might have felt some kind of way upon hearing that but not him — if anything, it just boosts his ego through the roof. "it's been a while since i seen her so . . you know how it is."
naoya hums in response, nodding his head like he was mulling over that. "i've never had a girl sound like that before. got any tips then?" he asks unabashedly, walking over towards toji who is now cooking up some scrambled eggs & heating some toast for you.
"tips?" toji repeats, caught rather off guard by the boldness of his question. maybe it's him attempting to make some conversation & possibly get closer to his frat members so there's nothing inherently wrong with it all（just pretty brazen.）so, toji decides to answer him.
"it's honestly real simple. just do whatever she likes. ask her what she wants you to do, that's very important. and of course, prioritising her pleasure. trust me, it makes sex so much better for the both of you."
". . prioritise her pleasure?" naoya mutters back like he'd heard the most absurd thing come out of his mouth. "what's that mean?"
"don't fuck with me." toji snorts, slapping his back & the impact nearly makes him fall to the floor. "fingering her. giving her head. that's basic shit, man."
naoya's face contorts into one of pure disgust, scrunching his nose up & drawing his brows together. "going down on a woman? that's fuckin' gross." he snarls, taking a chug of his milk straight from the carton.
toji wholeheartedly laughs at that. right to the boy's face, a faint pink now flushing his cheeks. "nah, you're crazy. what the hell do you do then when you're with a girl, huh? you just stick it in her, no prep, nothing?" he says, truthfully quite baffled at this revelation — a man who finds munching gross? that's a new level of low of man if he's ever seen one.
naoya just stays silent, muttering something under his breath & toji only catches on to one of the words — 'simp.' he can't help but roll his eyes at the boy, now very assured that this wasn't someone he wanted to get to know.
and if him making you scream his name & having you writhing in pleasure is him being a 'simp', he's wearing that name like a badge of honour.
"toji~" your voice cuts through the awkward silence that had begun settling between the two. he whips his head around & sees you skipping to him, wearing his clothes which just makes his heart ache with how cute you look. "is my coffee ready?"
he hands you your cup that he had set aside, all warm & sweet. you take a little sip of it, humming in delight as you do. "thanks! call me when breakfast is ready, okay?" you say & just as you head out the kitchen, you finally notice naoya & he's eyeing you like you're some kind of . . freak. toji notices it too, and that miffs him very much.
you shyly wave a tiny 'hi' to naoya & all he does is nod his head, barely acknowledging you. toji sees the way your face falls as you leave the kitchen, awkwardly smiling to yourself & scurrying up the stairs back to retreat into his room.
"you got a problem with her or something?" toji questions, now turning his entire body to face him, arms crossed in front of his chest & eyes narrowed as he shoots daggers at the boy. "she was being real nice to you."
"i didn't think you'd be into females like that."
toji nearly flinches at those words, feeling both disgusted & irked by what he'd just heard. "'females like that?' what's that mean, huh?" he grills him, stepping closer & closer until he's mere inches away with his fists already balled up by his sides.
"she doesn't seem like a high value female. she's walking out here with pretty much everything showing & she's not exactly got the body for it, does she?"
toji is eerily quiet, listening to the pure ridiculousness that this thing is spewing. he purses his lips together tight, doing his best to keep his composure because he knows you'd bite his head off for hitting someone else（even though he absolutely deserves it！）but the man he is, he tries to avoid any unnecessary conflict & just grabs your breakfast so he can head back upstairs to you.
but naoya just had to open his mouth once again.
"i don't like fat females and —" he doesn't get another word in as toji's fist makes contact with his face, the plates crashing to the ground & the food going down with it.
naoya hits the floor with a loud thud, blood spilling down his nose & cheek turning a deep crimson. before the guy can even get up, toji grabs him by his t-shirt & gnarls low into his ear, "say that shit again & i'll bang you so hard till you're begging me to stop." and he throws him back on to the floor, stomping away. "oh, & clean that shit up."
toji is halfway up the staircase when he sees you rushing out the room looking so concerned. "baby? are you okay? i heard something — oh!" he practically throws you over his shoulder as he takes you back to his room, telling you that he's taking you out for a nice lunch instead & that there's nothing for you to worry about.
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"fuckkkk~" you're crying out, nails clawing down his back that's sure to leave marks for days. toji's driving his hips so hard into you, the sound of skin slapping echoing throughout his room mixed with your cute & sweet whines.
"you like that, babydoll?" he groans, hiking one of your legs over his shoulder to plough into you even deeper & the new angle makes you see stars. all you can do is whimper out pathetically as he drags his thick cock in & out of your syrupy folds. "such a pretty little slut f'me."
you're babbling incoherently, letting out the sweetest moans to your heart's contents. like you weren't in his frat house with a bunch of other people in it. but toji didn't care in the slightest — he truly reveled in seeing you so completely lost in yourself & knowing he's making you feel this good just has his dick throbbing inside of you.
and this might be sick of him . . but he kind of hopes that that prick of a man naoya is listening in on this. hearing just how good you're feeling & that anything he said about going down on women & that high value female crap will make him realise that that's why he won't ever make a woman satisfied.
"shit . ." naoya's voice comes out low & strained as he fists himself while hears your pretty moans grow louder & louder with his face smushed on to the wall. his tip is flushed a bright pink & his dick is twitching in the palm of his hand as he feels himself getting closer to climax.
oh , the second he hears you whimper so needily, "fuck me harder please", he can't hold himself back any longer. the image of your tight pussy wrapping around his cock & begging him as you peer up with those doe eyes has him spurting ribbons of his cum all over his body.
naoya curses to himself mentally, feeling a surge of blood rushing back down into his cock when he hears you whining so damn cutely about wanting to be fucked deeper & harder. and imagining himself making you sound that way? — yeah , he's absolutely gone as he starts to stroke himself once more.
hii there <333 absolutely devoured your sukuna x loser gf oneshot haha i loved it so much 🥹🥹
THEN i saw ur legendary theme -- jaehyun's first album (SO FUCKING GOOD OMG), rodrick heffley and TWICE?? ugh we're so twincoded and i love ur fics i will continue to eat more of them 🥹🥹💓💓 love ya girl 🫶🫶
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KAIIIIII UR SUKUNA FIC oh my gosh my heart 🤧 i kind of hate sukuna. . . but ur fic was so cute it made me want him !! literally the cutest fic ever i wish i could get it tattooed on me
AW STOP you’re so cute ☹️☹️
trust i despise canon sukuna but ugh he’s just so fine, so fanon will have to suffice 🙂↕️
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first kiss 𝑤. ͏͏ sukuna ac. su2kuna ಎ
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the only shocking thing about ryomen sukuna was that he was a surprisingly good boyfriend. like, embarrassingly good to you.
he was still the occasional dickhead, obviously. but at least he nice about it. he always went at your pace, never pushed when you got shy or overwhelmed, never made you feel stupid for needing reassurance. hell, he even showed up with a bouquet of lilies for your first “official” date with him.
and the date itself wasn’t anything extravagant either. no fancy rooftop reservation, no over the top attempt to sweep you off your feet. just a quiet little restaurant tucked between buildings, warm lighting spilling across wooden tables while soft music played somewhere overhead.
simple. intimate. perfect for you.
a secluded booth in the corner, sukuna sitting across from you with an unfairly soft look in his eyes whenever you got shy and toyed with your food.
and you were doing fairly well. right up until the date ended that is.
because now here you were, heart hammering violently against your ribs, butterflies wrecking your stomach as you hurried, nearly ran, toward your apartment door, leaving behind one very confused sukuna standing a few steps away.
which, in hindsight, probably wasn’t the smoothest way to end a date with your boyfriend.
“oi.”
you froze with your hand on your purse, about to reach for your keys, head snapping up at his voice as he made his way toward you, his hands buried deep in his pockets.
you turned your head slowly, eyes trailing up his tall frame, though looking at him only made things worse; his pink, coral strands faintly glowing under the streetlight, tan skin catching the light, black markings accentuating the sharpness of his features.
yeah. you didn’t stand a chance.
“. . . what?”
he scoffed. “what?” he mimicked under his breath, head tilting slightly, eyes sharp and fixed on you. “you forgetting something?”
your brain only buffered, eyes darting between his face and everything else: left, right, anywhere but him. “no..?” — humming under your breath as you dug through your purse.
lip gloss.
receipt.
wires.
a sonny angel, for some reason . . ?
everything but your keys.
normally, you weren’t this awkward. you just weren’t used to this. dates with people you actually found attractive. emotionally. intellectually. physically. romantically. sexually—
“you regret comin’ out with me?”
oh . . .
for a second you almost forgot he was there. well not really. sure, you tuned him out but you could definitely feel him. you could never really ignore ryomen sukuna; the sound of his breathing, the shift of his weight, his presence pressing against your senses, it was all there.
“what?” you blurted, finally looking at him in the eye.
sukuna leaned against the wall beside your door, pink hair shifting against his forehead, his expression unreadable, save for the faint amusement in his eyes.
“you heard me.”
your brows knitted together, mouth opening, then closing, before finally speaking: “no…”, your voice coming out a soft whisper.
his slitted eyebrow only cocked up at you, a faint laugh escaping his throat. “no?” the single word rolled off his tongue slowly, thick with amusement as he watched you, heat crawling higher up your neck under his stare, your movements growing clumsier the longer he looked at you.
“you’ve been diggin’ through that bag for, what, five minutes now. plus you nearly jumped outta a moving vehicle.” he continued lazily, pushing himself off the wall beside your door. “it makes a man wonder.”
“i’m not doing anything,” you said, quieter now, finally meeting his eyes for half a second before looking away again. “you’re the one who keeps staring me down.”
“mm,” he hummed, “so, lookin’ at you’s the issue.” his eyes flickering over your face once more, slow and unhurried. “that right?”
well, yes, that was part of the problem. but it wasn’t thee problem. because the actual problem was much worse. the actual problem was that you liked sukuna. like. like-liked. and he liked you too.
“well, no! i just—” what an insufferable man. “i really liked going out with you,” voice going a mile a minute before taking a deep breath, lacing your fingers together in front of you, fidgeting under his gaze. “i loved it.. actually.. i’m not trying to run from you or anything.”
“just nervous.”
“nervous?” he repeats after you, the word foreign on his tongue, “that’s what we’re callin’ it? you’re just embarrassed ‘cause you’ve got it bad for your boyfriend.”
your heart nearly jumps out of your chest, heat flooding your face all at once. “what?! no! don’t put words in my mouth.” you blurt, your hand flying up to shove his chest with a dull thud.
sukuna only lets out a low laugh before his hand comes up quickly to close around your wrist mid motion; his grip gentle but firm, holding you there as his other hand stays buried in his pocket. barely trying.
“so… you gonna say bye properly now?”
you gulp, your hand relaxing in his soft grip. “well… how do you want me to say bye?”
sukuna doesn’t answer, instead, he gently lowers your hand between you, scarlet eyes locking onto your softer, pliant eyes.
“your call.”
and the space between you two seems to freeze, soft silence of the night stretching between the two of you. easy on his end, unbearable on yours.
“w—well…” your eyes flick between his for a second before betraying you entirely, dipping down to his lips without meaning to. “i—” you huff. your throat feels dry, yet it feels unreasonable. sukuna wouldn’t judge you, you hope.
“i wanna kiss you… goodbye...”
“platonically,” you added after a moment.
. . .
his brows lifted slowly.
“you wanna kiss me. platonically?”
“um.” your voice came out smaller than intended. “yes.”
“yeah? and i’m sure those pretty little eyes of yours are lookin’ at me real platonically too.”
“that too.”
silence.
then sukuna hummed low in his throat, all amusement, already taking a step back.
“ah. got it.” he turned slightly, gesturing vaguely over his shoulder. “well, in that case— have a nice night.”
your eyes widened immediately. “wait—”
he kept walking.
not far. just enough to be annoying.
“sukunaaa,” you whined, hurrying after him before your fingers caught around his forearm, dragging him back to your doorstep. “not like that.”
a soft huff escapes him, his mouth quirking upwards, canines softly refracting the dim light — not quite a smile, but rather satisfaction. “hm?” he glanced down at your hand on his arm. “so now it’s not like that?”
your grip tightens for a second before you realize it and quickly loosen your hand, heat rushing straight to your face. “i—no, i mean—just—don’t pretend you don’t know what i mean…”
his gaze flicks over your face for a second, slow and unreadable, before he scoffs “you’re the one makin’ it complicated.”
“shut up,” you mutter instantly, but there’s no real bite to it, just embarrassment as you finally tug him a little closer.
his hand comes up, settling near your jaw, thumb resting against your warm cheek. your fingers catch lightly at the front of his shirt as you rise onto your toes.
before you could overthink, your lips meet his.
it’s quick. chaste. shy even.
his eyes flutter shut a moment after, his free hand coming out of his pocket to steady you by the waist, warm and heavy, yet restrained, seeping through your clothes.
he doesn’t kiss you back immediately, letting you mold against him. he tilted his head, lips pressing gently against yours; warm, and embarrassingly sweet.
you pull off his lips slowly, a hesitant look in your eyes, your breath catching lightly as you settle back down flat on your feet, hands still gripping the fabric of his shirt.
your heart was beating so hard you were sure he could hear it. did he like it? did he think you were a bad kisser? to be fair, you didn’t kiss many people. or often. but what if—
“hell,” he mutters, like he didn’t expect that, “you even kiss cute. kinda sweet.”
you pant, “what does that even mean?”
his gaze flicks back to your mouth and the slight furrow of your eyebrows.
the way your fingers still cling lightly to his shirt, the shy warmth clinging to your skin, even that stupid little clip tucked into your hair.
a quiet exhale leaves him through his nose, almost a laugh.
he lets out a soft laugh, leaning down slightly to your height. “i’m annoying?”
you only nod, biting down on the plush of your lip before looking away again, suddenly very interested in anything but him.
except before you could give an actual rebuttal, his lips meet yours deeper this time, no longer testing the waters. still gentle, but an unspoken certainty lingering in the way he kissed you. his mouth warm against yours, moving slow and unhurried, giving you all the time in the world to keep up, hell, even backout if you wanted to, the space between you disappearing.
his hand shifts from your waist up to your jaw, cradling your face and simply holding you in place for the moment. his other arm staying firm at your side, keeping you close without pulling too hard, steadying your wobbly steps against him.
you swallow down a gasp before your eyes slip shut, your nose bumping lightly against his, the angle a little awkward, a little clumsy, yet perfectly you.
it only makes him breathe out something softer against your mouth, amused, as if it’s exactly what he expected from you.
the kiss deepens for a few more seconds — slow, and warm — until it didn’t feel like teasing anymore. just a need held taut beneath careful restraint.
then he pulls back just slightly, just enough for air, his thumb still lingering at your cheek, in no rush to let you go.
“okay . . . was that . . a good goodbye?” you murmur, breathless, still a little dazed as you finally force yourself to step back.
he lets out a low “hm” under his breath, his thumb dragging lightly against your cheek. “yeah. it was good.”
“s’pose i can let you go now.” removing his hands from your sides, drawing a small, inward pout from you.
your hands went back to your purse, fingers already digging through it again—until sukuna stopped you.
“here.”
you pause.
and there they were.
your keys, dangling right in front of your face from his fingers with a soft jingle, cute, colorful keychains swinging in the quiet night air. you gasp before snatching them immediately.
“you bastard! you saw me looking for them!”
he lets out a soft huff of laughter, not even trying to defend himself. “you dropped them while you were busy runnin’ from me,” he hums, shifting his weight back against the brick wall beside him, a faint, sly smirk settling in on that stupidly handsome face of his, “when i asked if you forgot somethin’, you said no.”
you scoff before rolling your eyes, “well! i thought you were talking about saying bye?!”
his gaze flicks over you, steady and thoroughly amused. “two things can be true at once.”
you make a small sound of frustration and snatch the keys tighter in your hand, glaring up at him through your lashes anyway.
“…thanks,” you mutter.
“…go on,” he murmurs, voice low. “before i change my mind and keep you right here.”
and you knew he wasn’t joking. that man was about one breath from devouring you right then and there.
you turn quickly, fumbling with the lock, the soft jingle of your keys echoing in the stillness, his presence still radiating from behind you. his gaze dropped briefly to your hands . . .
“you alright?”
“yes.”
“you’ve missed your keyhole three times now.”
“i know!” you shoot back immediately.
the door unlocked with a soft click, warm light spilling out into the hallway.
“ okay . . . ” you hummed.
“okay,” he repeated, looking down at you expectantly, waiting for you to head inside.
but instead, you stepped forward and wrapped your arms tightly around his waist.
a low, rough laugh rumbled out of him before his arms circled around you instantly, strong biceps trapping your head against his chest. his scent, a deep, clean mix of cologne, so distinctly him, filling up your senses and making your head feel all dizzy.
despite his rough exterior, sukuna was soft, surprisingly so. maybe it was the steady weight of his chest against your body, or maybe it was the quiet way he held you that made it hard to think. either way.
you liked it.
you pulled away first with a small cough and an awkward straightening of your clothes, cheeks warm enough to burn through metal.
“okay! um— bye, sukuna,” you blurted awkwardly, already backing toward your apartment door.
except your shoulder clipped the doorframe on the way in.
“fuck—”
you fumbled with the handle in a panic before practically stumbling inside. “bye! goodnight!”
and then, you’re gone.
the door shutting a little too hard behind you, a muffled “ow!” coming from behind the door.
outside, sukuna exhales through his nose, shaking his head as the corner of his mouth curled upward.
it’s 2:30 AM. you’re dead to the world until your phone starts buzzing violently on your nightstand, vibrating so hard it’s practically dancing off the edge.
you crawl out from under the blankets, blinking blearily at the harsh screen light. there are 17 unread messages from satoru (do not answer). they start with incoherent memes, transition into a blurred picture of a stray cat he saw that “looked like you,” and end with a string of keyboard smashes.
the last text reads:
satoru (do not answer): i know ur asleep but i found this cool vending machine that dispenses little juice boxes and i bought 10 for u because they have little bears on them. do u think bears are cute? i think u’re cute. wake up i miss u.
before you can even type out a reply telling him to go to sleep, there’s a soft, rhythmic tapping on your glass.
you slide the window open, and satoru is literally floating outside your second-story room, gravity completely optional to him. he’s holding a crinkling plastic bag full of bear-themed juice boxes.
he grins, rubbing the back of his neck, looking incredibly endearing and slightly ridiculous in the moonlight. “hey,” he says softly, the night wind blowing his white hair into his eyes. “you’re awake. cool. can i come in? i brought juice.”
꒰ 𓈒 ׁ ︎ ︎ ✿ GOOD @ GOODBYES ! ㅅ `͈ 𓏼 )ა
first kiss 𝑤. ͏͏ sukuna ac. su2kuna ಎ
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the only shocking thing about ryomen sukuna was that he was a surprisingly good boyfriend. like, embarrassingly good to you.
he was still the occasional dickhead, obviously. but at least he nice about it. he always went at your pace, never pushed when you got shy or overwhelmed, never made you feel stupid for needing reassurance. hell, he even showed up with a bouquet of lilies for your first “official” date with him.
and the date itself wasn’t anything extravagant either. no fancy rooftop reservation, no over the top attempt to sweep you off your feet. just a quiet little restaurant tucked between buildings, warm lighting spilling across wooden tables while soft music played somewhere overhead.
simple. intimate. perfect for you.
a secluded booth in the corner, sukuna sitting across from you with an unfairly soft look in his eyes whenever you got shy and toyed with your food.
and you were doing fairly well. right up until the date ended that is.
because now here you were, heart hammering violently against your ribs, butterflies wrecking your stomach as you hurried, nearly ran, toward your apartment door, leaving behind one very confused sukuna standing a few steps away.
which, in hindsight, probably wasn’t the smoothest way to end a date with your boyfriend.
“oi.”
you froze with your hand on your purse, about to reach for your keys, head snapping up at his voice as he made his way toward you, his hands buried deep in his pockets.
you turned your head slowly, eyes trailing up his tall frame, though looking at him only made things worse; his pink, coral strands faintly glowing under the streetlight, tan skin catching the light, black markings accentuating the sharpness of his features.
yeah. you didn’t stand a chance.
“. . . what?”
he scoffed. “what?” he mimicked under his breath, head tilting slightly, eyes sharp and fixed on you. “you forgetting something?”
your brain only buffered, eyes darting between his face and everything else: left, right, anywhere but him. “no..?” — humming under your breath as you dug through your purse.
lip gloss.
receipt.
wires.
a sonny angel, for some reason . . ?
everything but your keys.
normally, you weren’t this awkward. you just weren’t used to this. dates with people you actually found attractive. emotionally. intellectually. physically. romantically. sexually—
“you regret comin’ out with me?”
oh . . .
for a second you almost forgot he was there. well not really. sure, you tuned him out but you could definitely feel him. you could never really ignore ryomen sukuna; the sound of his breathing, the shift of his weight, his presence pressing against your senses, it was all there.
“what?” you blurted, finally looking at him in the eye.
sukuna leaned against the wall beside your door, pink hair shifting against his forehead, his expression unreadable, save for the faint amusement in his eyes.
“you heard me.”
your brows knitted together, mouth opening, then closing, before finally speaking: “no…”, your voice coming out a soft whisper.
his slitted eyebrow only cocked up at you, a faint laugh escaping his throat. “no?” the single word rolled off his tongue slowly, thick with amusement as he watched you, heat crawling higher up your neck under his stare, your movements growing clumsier the longer he looked at you.
“you’ve been diggin’ through that bag for, what, five minutes now. plus you nearly jumped outta a moving vehicle.” he continued lazily, pushing himself off the wall beside your door. “it makes a man wonder.”
“i’m not doing anything,” you said, quieter now, finally meeting his eyes for half a second before looking away again. “you’re the one who keeps staring me down.”
“mm,” he hummed, “so, lookin’ at you’s the issue.” his eyes flickering over your face once more, slow and unhurried. “that right?”
well, yes, that was part of the problem. but it wasn’t thee problem. because the actual problem was much worse. the actual problem was that you liked sukuna. like. like-liked. and he liked you too.
“well, no! i just—” what an insufferable man. “i really liked going out with you,” voice going a mile a minute before taking a deep breath, lacing your fingers together in front of you, fidgeting under his gaze. “i loved it.. actually.. i’m not trying to run from you or anything.”
“just nervous.”
“nervous?” he repeats after you, the word foreign on his tongue, “that’s what we’re callin’ it? you’re just embarrassed ‘cause you’ve got it bad for your boyfriend.”
your heart nearly jumps out of your chest, heat flooding your face all at once. “what?! no! don’t put words in my mouth.” you blurt, your hand flying up to shove his chest with a dull thud.
sukuna only lets out a low laugh before his hand comes up quickly to close around your wrist mid motion; his grip gentle but firm, holding you there as his other hand stays buried in his pocket. barely trying.
“so… you gonna say bye properly now?”
you gulp, your hand relaxing in his soft grip. “well… how do you want me to say bye?”
sukuna doesn’t answer, instead, he gently lowers your hand between you, scarlet eyes locking onto your softer, pliant eyes.
“your call.”
and the space between you two seems to freeze, soft silence of the night stretching between the two of you. easy on his end, unbearable on yours.
“w—well…” your eyes flick between his for a second before betraying you entirely, dipping down to his lips without meaning to. “i—” you huff. your throat feels dry, yet it feels unreasonable. sukuna wouldn’t judge you, you hope.
“i wanna kiss you… goodbye...”
“platonically,” you added after a moment.
. . .
his brows lifted slowly.
“you wanna kiss me. platonically?”
“um.” your voice came out smaller than intended. “yes.”
“yeah? and i’m sure those pretty little eyes of yours are lookin’ at me real platonically too.”
“that too.”
silence.
then sukuna hummed low in his throat, all amusement, already taking a step back.
“ah. got it.” he turned slightly, gesturing vaguely over his shoulder. “well, in that case— have a nice night.”
your eyes widened immediately. “wait—”
he kept walking.
not far. just enough to be annoying.
“sukunaaa,” you whined, hurrying after him before your fingers caught around his forearm, dragging him back to your doorstep. “not like that.”
a soft huff escapes him, his mouth quirking upwards, canines softly refracting the dim light — not quite a smile, but rather satisfaction. “hm?” he glanced down at your hand on his arm. “so now it’s not like that?”
your grip tightens for a second before you realize it and quickly loosen your hand, heat rushing straight to your face. “i—no, i mean—just—don’t pretend you don’t know what i mean…”
his gaze flicks over your face for a second, slow and unreadable, before he scoffs “you’re the one makin’ it complicated.”
“shut up,” you mutter instantly, but there’s no real bite to it, just embarrassment as you finally tug him a little closer.
his hand comes up, settling near your jaw, thumb resting against your warm cheek. your fingers catch lightly at the front of his shirt as you rise onto your toes.
before you could overthink, your lips meet his.
it’s quick. chaste. shy even.
his eyes flutter shut a moment after, his free hand coming out of his pocket to steady you by the waist, warm and heavy, yet restrained, seeping through your clothes.
he doesn’t kiss you back immediately, letting you mold against him. he tilted his head, lips pressing gently against yours; warm, and embarrassingly sweet.
you pull off his lips slowly, a hesitant look in your eyes, your breath catching lightly as you settle back down flat on your feet, hands still gripping the fabric of his shirt.
your heart was beating so hard you were sure he could hear it. did he like it? did he think you were a bad kisser? to be fair, you didn’t kiss many people. or often. but what if—
“hell,” he mutters, like he didn’t expect that, “you even kiss cute. kinda sweet.”
you pant, “what does that even mean?”
his gaze flicks back to your mouth and the slight furrow of your eyebrows.
the way your fingers still cling lightly to his shirt, the shy warmth clinging to your skin, even that stupid little clip tucked into your hair.
a quiet exhale leaves him through his nose, almost a laugh.
he lets out a soft laugh, leaning down slightly to your height. “i’m annoying?”
you only nod, biting down on the plush of your lip before looking away again, suddenly very interested in anything but him.
except before you could give an actual rebuttal, his lips meet yours deeper this time, no longer testing the waters. still gentle, but an unspoken certainty lingering in the way he kissed you. his mouth warm against yours, moving slow and unhurried, giving you all the time in the world to keep up, hell, even backout if you wanted to, the space between you disappearing.
his hand shifts from your waist up to your jaw, cradling your face and simply holding you in place for the moment. his other arm staying firm at your side, keeping you close without pulling too hard, steadying your wobbly steps against him.
you swallow down a gasp before your eyes slip shut, your nose bumping lightly against his, the angle a little awkward, a little clumsy, yet perfectly you.
it only makes him breathe out something softer against your mouth, amused, as if it’s exactly what he expected from you.
the kiss deepens for a few more seconds — slow, and warm — until it didn’t feel like teasing anymore. just a need held taut beneath careful restraint.
then he pulls back just slightly, just enough for air, his thumb still lingering at your cheek, in no rush to let you go.
“okay . . . was that . . a good goodbye?” you murmur, breathless, still a little dazed as you finally force yourself to step back.
he lets out a low “hm” under his breath, his thumb dragging lightly against your cheek. “yeah. it was good.”
“s’pose i can let you go now.” removing his hands from your sides, drawing a small, inward pout from you.
your hands went back to your purse, fingers already digging through it again—until sukuna stopped you.
“here.”
you pause.
and there they were.
your keys, dangling right in front of your face from his fingers with a soft jingle, cute, colorful keychains swinging in the quiet night air. you gasp before snatching them immediately.
“you bastard! you saw me looking for them!”
he lets out a soft huff of laughter, not even trying to defend himself. “you dropped them while you were busy runnin’ from me,” he hums, shifting his weight back against the brick wall beside him, a faint, sly smirk settling in on that stupidly handsome face of his, “when i asked if you forgot somethin’, you said no.”
you scoff before rolling your eyes, “well! i thought you were talking about saying bye?!”
his gaze flicks over you, steady and thoroughly amused. “two things can be true at once.”
you make a small sound of frustration and snatch the keys tighter in your hand, glaring up at him through your lashes anyway.
“…thanks,” you mutter.
“…go on,” he murmurs, voice low. “before i change my mind and keep you right here.”
and you knew he wasn’t joking. that man was about one breath from devouring you right then and there.
you turn quickly, fumbling with the lock, the soft jingle of your keys echoing in the stillness, his presence still radiating from behind you. his gaze dropped briefly to your hands . . .
“you alright?”
“yes.”
“you’ve missed your keyhole three times now.”
“i know!” you shoot back immediately.
the door unlocked with a soft click, warm light spilling out into the hallway.
“ okay . . . ” you hummed.
“okay,” he repeated, looking down at you expectantly, waiting for you to head inside.
but instead, you stepped forward and wrapped your arms tightly around his waist.
a low, rough laugh rumbled out of him before his arms circled around you instantly, strong biceps trapping your head against his chest. his scent, a deep, clean mix of cologne, so distinctly him, filling up your senses and making your head feel all dizzy.
despite his rough exterior, sukuna was soft, surprisingly so. maybe it was the steady weight of his chest against your body, or maybe it was the quiet way he held you that made it hard to think. either way.
you liked it.
you pulled away first with a small cough and an awkward straightening of your clothes, cheeks warm enough to burn through metal.
“okay! um— bye, sukuna,” you blurted awkwardly, already backing toward your apartment door.
except your shoulder clipped the doorframe on the way in.
“fuck—”
you fumbled with the handle in a panic before practically stumbling inside. “bye! goodnight!”
and then, you’re gone.
the door shutting a little too hard behind you, a muffled “ow!” coming from behind the door.
outside, sukuna exhales through his nose, shaking his head as the corner of his mouth curled upward.
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