[sorekuna]

i have 32 mutuals, 3 of them are me, and 17 of them are inactive..

[sorekuna]

i have 49 now 🙈 including the inactive ones.. because i still love them even though they have died. including myself too.. because i love myself 💗

[sorekuna]

i have 32 mutuals, 3 of them are me, and 17 of them are inactive..

[sorekuna]

gym crush!toji who you immediately noticed once you moved gyms. you had just moved places, and you decided to reward yourself with finally upgrading from the hell that is planet fitness.

gym crush!toji who is somehow always already at the gym when you arrive, and still there when you leave. constantly looking like he’s in the middle of his workout. you even begin to wonder if he lives there..

gym crush!toji who you begin to gawk at more than doing your own workout!

gym crush!toji who you learn his name by overhearing the front desk associate call it out while saying goodbye to him.

gym crush!toji who you immediately go to stalk on social media once you learn his name to find out if he’s single or not. and he is.

gym crush!toji who can totally tell when you’re staring at him, giving him an insane ego boost. unlike you, he’s learned how to stare discreetly. and he uses that trick to his advantage with you.

gym crush!toji who you hesitate to approach. you’ve gone to the gym long enough to understand gym etiquette, and nobody likes to be talked to or interrupted during their workout. plus, he just looks so scary!

gym crush!toji who obliges when you build up the courage to ask him to check your form after he’s done with his set. you can’t tell if he wants you back, or if you’ve deluded yourself and he’s just a kind guy because of how nonchalant he’s acting.

gym crush!toji who now shamefully stares at you while you’re trying to work out. it’s pretty distracting, actually!

gym crush!toji who thankfully makes the first move, walking up to you before you leave after your workout to ask for your number so he can take you on a date.

of course you say yes <3

[sorekuna]

mirror sex w/ nanami, 18+

you moved your head to the side, cheeks flushing a bright pink before kento brung his hand up to grab your jaw and forced you to look back at yourself.

his jagged breath hit your ears as he whispered. “don’t look away, see how beautiful you are?”

your eyes locked onto your two bodies in the mirror. his chest was flush against your back, pounding into you from behind. you moaned at the sight in front of you.

you’d been feeling a bit insecure lately, and kento just wanted to show you how gorgeous you look from his point of view, so he suggested this. you were hesitant at first, not sure if you really wanted to stare at your own body for that long. but he assured you it’d help you feel better, and you agreed. boy you did not regret it!

the loud slapping noise of him slamming into you from behind filled the room, and you couldn't do anything but watch yourself squirm around his cock, thrusting back into him to meet him in the middle.

you bit your lip to try and muffle the sounds that were coming out of your mouth uncontrollably, shying away from him in all aspects. he was tired of it.

“stop trying to hide yourself from me. i wanna hear you, let it out,” he spoke as he pushed his fingers into the sides of your cheeks, forcing your mouth to open.

you pushed your hands up to grip onto the full length mirror in front of you, stabilizing yourself as he continued to thrust into you at a destroying pace.

his hand released his grip on your jaw and moving it down to your throat. his fingers slowly curled around your neck, fitting snug. he didn't do anything at first, just letting his hand sit there comfortably.

then, he squeezed. not enough to make your breathing stop, but enough to make you a little lightheaded. and despite his rough movements, the only words coming out of his mouth were praise.

"look at how pretty you look like this. taking me so good, like you always do. this is how i see you." those words gave you that little push you needed to get yourself off the edge.

you came quicker than you could warn him, legs shaking and collapsing under you. kento still held you up with ease, muscles flexing over your waist as he worked you through your orgasm.

once you came down from your high, he carefully pulled out. spurts of him and yours cum mixed together flowed out of you, leaking down onto your thighs.

his finger shot down to collect some of the sticky substance off his finger, and he stuck it right into his mouth, sucking it clean.

as you looked at yourself in the mirror, even all disheveled and sweaty, you felt confident.

@mundo-da-fantasia

[sorekuna]

i cant decide which is better, normal font or small font :(

[sorekuna]

shoto is such a bad sleeper.

sharing a bed with him is the complete opposite of peaceful for you. and sleeping isn’t very peaceful for him, either.

first of all, he moves around. lots. sometimes, maybe once in a blue moon– he’ll even sleep walk. you can’t even remember how many times he’s kicked you off the bed, or woken up with bruises on your legs because of his big feet smashing into you. he rolls over on top of you during the night, and he’ll even roll himself off the bed!

second of all, he’s a drooler. i mean, all of us have drooled one time or another while sleeping! but his is a constant. it was cute at first, til you had to get pillow protectors to avoid stains. or when you wake up with his drool all over you..

third and final flaw, he snores. god, he snores so much. sometimes so loud he’ll wake himself up! it’s to the where you barely even notice it anymore, mostly because you fall asleep before him. but that doesn’t stop him from accidentally waking you up during the night, or on purpose because he had a nightmare :(

but despite it all, you still love him and his dreadful sleep habits. you can’t bring yourself to hate any part of him!

[sorekuna]

hi do you have a masterlist?

no not yet i’m sorry :(

[sorekuna]

overstimulating choso, 18+

choso’s sculpted back laid flat on the plush bed, hands tied tight to the headboard. his abs contorted with every raspy moan that left his soft lips, almost sounding as if it hurt his throat.

his legs and hips squirmed around, his body not deciding whether he wants to buck up into your soft hands another time, or run away from it. he felt like you’d been jerking him off for hours, but of course, choso’s a little dramatic.

your ass was sat right on his sharp abs, facing away from him. he could feel your wet cunt soaking him, and whenever you grinded down on him just to get a wince of pleasure, he swears he almost came right then and there.

he doesn’t even remember how many times he’s cum anymore, definitely too much for his overworked brain to count right now. you make him go dumb, always. all he can think about is how bad his dick hurts, how bad he wants more, and how bad he wants to touch you. but you won’t let him– the ropes restricting him to the bed won’t. all he can do is beg.

“pl–please, baby. i don’t think i can take anymore— hngg! let me touch you?” he yanks on his binds, willingly not using much strength. you know– he knows that he can break out of it whenever he wants. he can break out of practically anything, but he won’t. he likes being at your mercy like this, not being able to control what you do with him.

“i’ve been a good boy, i-i deserve it!” he yelps out when your hand immediately tightens around his already sensitive cock, biting his lip out of instinct. it hurts so good.

“i decide what you deserve. not you. now shut up, will you?” you spit a glob down on his dick, but god knows it doesn’t need any more lubricant. it’s more of a degrading act, from you. and he loves it.

he instantly obeys, shutting his lips. the only thing making it out are his beautiful moans.

he feels himself reaching his high before his brain can even register it, squirming and letting out loud moans with your name scrambled somewhere in there. you help him ride the wave through his orgasm, and he lays there panting.

“one more?” you ask, twisting your back to look at him. he doesn’t answer. his eyes are glossy and his cheeks are stained with tears, just a gorgeous sight.

you feel his dick hardening again in your hand, and a menacing smile grows on your face. “i think you can do one more.”

two of your fingers dip into the puddle of cum on his abs, some stray on your stomach and mound. you then bring your soaked fingers up to his mouth, and he gladly sucks them in, nodding his head in agreement.

[sorekuna]

the position was natural at that point. comfortable, common, intimate. intimacy was an important thing in you and aizawa’s relationship, as you would assume any other relationship would be like. and that doesn’t just mean sex. it’s something deeper, more personal to you both. his forehead rested against yours, with his forearm placed right next to your head. his other hand was occupied with something way more important at the time, in your pants.

his middle finger was placed right on your clit, moving in a small circular motion slowly. tiny little moans and pants slip past your lips. he’d been torturing you like this for a while now, and all you wanted to do was cum already.

you tilt your chin up a bit, lips almost touching his. “i wanna kiss you, shouta.. please–“ you murmured out, sounding more desperate than you would’ve if you weren’t so consumed in the situation. the feeling of embarrassment is out the window.

a suppresses a smirk that dares to touch his lips, humming out a small ‘no’ with the shake of his head. he tries not to snicker at his cruelty, already knowing what your reaction will be once you process the fact that he’s denied you.

once his singular word arrives at your eardrums, a frown immediately paints across your face. you let out a little whimper as you open your mouth to speak again, “wh—why?” your breath hitches as he presses down harder on your clit.

“why would i let you, when you aren’t doing anything for me?” he answers, whisper-like. his voice rumbles lowly in his chest as he speeds up his movement ever so slightly.

you know what he means. your eyes glance down, looking at his erection pushing against his boxers so painfully. your hand that was once on his waist snakes down to his bulge, palming him rather roughly through his underwear. you can still read the room at least a bit, you know he likes it like that.

he lets out a soft groan, and you feel precum start to leak through his boxers onto your hand. the whine that comes out of your mouth stems from two things. one, guilt (and slight awe) at how desperate his cock is. two, the constant pleasure given to you from his fingers.

your hand rips away from him, moving towards the waistband of his boxers, pushing it down enough to let his cock spring free. you waste no time wrapping your hand around the base of his girth. you jerk your wrist up and down like you usually do with him, squeezing and sliding your thumb across the tip. little moans slip past his lips, harmonizing with yours. aizawa was never one to hide his verbal reactions– but he was just naturally quiet. it’s something you loved about him.

“i’m sorry, baby. i’m so selfish. let me kiss you now? just once?” you practically beg, whispering against his panting lips while moving your hand at a steady pace.

he shakes his head again, and the smile that once danced across your lips drops. “be patient,” he says. patience is a virtue, i guess, but you’re just so desperate. you let out a sigh, more high pitched than you anticipated, at his harsh words.

you begin to move your hand up and down a little faster, squeezing harder than before. you’re angry at him, all you want is a little kiss. is that too much to ask? he winces at the rough sensation, deciding to copy your movements and rub your clit faster than before. you let out a loud moan, your breath hitting his face due to how close you two are. if only he could shut you up with his lips :(

he swiftly replaces his middle finger with his calloused thumb, slipping his middle finger in between your folds to push at your hole. you move your unoccupied hand to his bicep and grip harshly, biting your lip out of instinct.

his finger easily slips into your throbbing cunt, pumping in and out and curling. the tip of his thick finger hits that spongy spot inside you repeatedly. the combination of his thumb rubbing against your clit, and his finger on your g spot is enough to make you rut your hips against him. he takes this as his sign to slide another finger in comfortably.

a bright idea fills your head, brain working overtime to help you think straight despite the immense pleasure soaring through your body at the moment. your tongue slithers out your mouth to lick at his soft lips, wetting them with your spit.

his teeth bare at his mouth, coming to bite your tongue without delay. your tongue immediately retreats from his lips back into the safety of your mouth as you yelp out. he didn’t bite you hard enough to bleed, but it was hard enough to sting.

“i thought i told you no?” he speaks in a tone as if he was scolding a bratty child. your frown doesn’t move and you narrow your eyes at him.

“it’s not a kiss, it’s just a lick. there’s a difference.” you talk as if you were a bratty child, rolling your eyes and scratching at his arm for subtle revenge. he shakes his head as if to show he’s disappointed, or even annoyed, and begins to shove his fingers into you with a rougher pace. his knuckles smack against your pussy and you moan out, squeezing your eyes shut.

you can feel yourself finally reaching your high, and by the signs aizawa was showing, so was he. you knew his body and reactions like the back of your hand because of how long you’ve been together, and vice versa.

your eyes squeeze shut as you reach your climax, moving your head to rest in the junction of his neck and shoulder. you bite down into his skin harshly to muffle your moans, and that’s the action that seemingly sets him off.

you feel his hot cum spill in strings against your soft tummy, and hear him repeating your name like a chant with some curses sprinkled in there, right into your ear.

you pull away from his neck as you both come down from the shock, panting. the back of your head hits against the pillow. you stare at the very noticeable bite mark you left on him with a small smile of pride on your face.

your eyes then meet his. you open your mouth to ask the same question for what seems like the millionth time, but you can’t even get it out before his lips press against yours, bringing you into a passionate, breathless kiss.

[sorekuna]

older boyfriend!bakugou who’s gotten softer over the years. physically. instead of straight muscle like in his young years, he has some more fat on his bones, but he’s still sharp around the edges!

older boyfriend!bakugou who’s in his mid to late 40s… some grey hairs scattered around here and there on his head and stubble. he started growing them in his mid 30s due to stress.. pro-hero work takes a lot out of him.

older boyfriend!bakugou who has bad hearing :(. it’s due to constant use of his quirk, the explosions are so loud and so close to him.. you always have to repeat yourself, sometimes multiple times, for him to hear you clearly.

older boyfriend!bakugou who can support you unlike any other man your age could. he’s a provider. truth be told, he was rich, i mean it wasn’t to be unexpected. he’s always had money.. and you were still young! it’s uncommon for guys your age to be financially stable unless it was a trust fund. and you didn’t have one of those, but you had katsuki to depend on! he had money to support you, himself, and your luxurious lifestyle. and he still had more to spend!

older boyfriend!bakugou who gives you anything you want. it makes you feel like a child that’s never been told no– but why wouldn’t he? he has the means to do it, and he could never say no to your cute face. he loves you, he doesn’t wanna see you sad!

older boyfriend!bakugou who you move in with rather quickly. you previously lived in a small, cramped apartment with three roommates. it was insane. his spacious home was an upgrade you’d never even thought you’d get to see until you met him. you couldn’t believe it.

older boyfriend!bakugou who’s littered with scars. they fill his body. most from the war, but lots from hero work too. you love them. it shows how much he’s lived, what he’s been through. permanent, physical, battle scars. you like to trace or count them with your pointer finger when you’re bored. and when you’re feeling sentimental, you like to kiss each and every one to show how much you love him despite everything.

older boyfriend!bakugou who’s overworked. he wants to get home after a long day and just relax with you, but you have other ideas in mind. you’re young, full of energy and stamina, and horny. you want him so bad all the time, but sometimes he just doesn’t have the energy to fuck you into the mattress like you want :(.

you two come up with the solution of riding him to get your pent up sexual frustrations out, and it was going good until you felt a burning sensation in your thighs. you both severely overestimated your stamina, and it leads to katsuki having to grab your hips and bounce you up and down on his cock.

older boyfriend!bakugou who has to keep your relationship a secret. he’s a famous pro hero, and he likes to keep his life private. you and him both wish he could show you off, but you don’t want to be eaten alive by the media. and most horrifyingly, his fan girls. you’re sensitive! :(

i saw this art and it jumpstarted my obsession with older bf bakugou aughhhh :pppp

[sorekuna]

2000 notes wow hahaha thank u

[sorekuna]

older boyfriend!bakugou who’s gotten softer over the years. physically. instead of straight muscle like in his young years, he has some more fat on his bones, but he’s still sharp around the edges!

older boyfriend!bakugou who’s in his mid to late 40s… some grey hairs scattered around here and there on his head and stubble. he started growing them in his mid 30s due to stress.. pro-hero work takes a lot out of him.

older boyfriend!bakugou who has bad hearing :(. it’s due to constant use of his quirk, the explosions are so loud and so close to him.. you always have to repeat yourself, sometimes multiple times, for him to hear you clearly.

older boyfriend!bakugou who can support you unlike any other man your age could. he’s a provider. truth be told, he was rich, i mean it wasn’t to be unexpected. he’s always had money.. and you were still young! it’s uncommon for guys your age to be financially stable unless it was a trust fund. and you didn’t have one of those, but you had katsuki to depend on! he had money to support you, himself, and your luxurious lifestyle. and he still had more to spend!

older boyfriend!bakugou who gives you anything you want. it makes you feel like a child that’s never been told no– but why wouldn’t he? he has the means to do it, and he could never say no to your cute face. he loves you, he doesn’t wanna see you sad!

older boyfriend!bakugou who you move in with rather quickly. you previously lived in a small, cramped apartment with three roommates. it was insane. his spacious home was an upgrade you’d never even thought you’d get to see until you met him. you couldn’t believe it.

older boyfriend!bakugou who’s littered with scars. they fill his body. most from the war, but lots from hero work too. you love them. it shows how much he’s lived, what he’s been through. permanent, physical, battle scars. you like to trace or count them with your pointer finger when you’re bored. and when you’re feeling sentimental, you like to kiss each and every one to show how much you love him despite everything.

older boyfriend!bakugou who’s overworked. he wants to get home after a long day and just relax with you, but you have other ideas in mind. you’re young, full of energy and stamina, and horny. you want him so bad all the time, but sometimes he just doesn’t have the energy to fuck you into the mattress like you want :(.

you two come up with the solution of riding him to get your pent up sexual frustrations out, and it was going good until you felt a burning sensation in your thighs. you both severely overestimated your stamina, and it leads to katsuki having to grab your hips and bounce you up and down on his cock.

older boyfriend!bakugou who has to keep your relationship a secret. he’s a famous pro hero, and he likes to keep his life private. you and him both wish he could show you off, but you don’t want to be eaten alive by the media. and most horrifyingly, his fan girls. you’re sensitive! :(

i saw this art and it jumpstarted my obsession with older bf bakugou aughhhh :pppp

[sorekuna]

bakugou with a girlfriend with small boobs ˎˊ˗

you kind of stopped being insecure after you teenage years. yeah, there was things you would change, but you ultimately didn’t think about that a lot. yet, there was one thing that really got you from time to time. one thing you really dwelled on.

the size of your boobs. it really only got to you when you were trying to dress up, to look fancy. your chest area just doesn’t look like any of the pictures. it led your mind to think back on comments people have made on you, specifically insults. they stuck, even ones from years ago.

you remembered being a little girl, excited to grow into your body and ‘look like an adult,’ but your chest never grew. you remember the disappointment, the insecurity. small breasts didn’t even run in your family, so why did it happen to you?

you and katsuki were getting ready to go out to a fancy restaurant, one that was known for being very hard to get into. of course, your boyfriend had no trouble, being a pro hero and all.

you were already done getting ready, but you couldn’t stop staring at yourself in the mirror.

your boyfriend busted through the door of your shared room, making his way towards you.

“taking your sweet time i see…”

you twist your head to look at him and blurt out the question that’s been on your mind. “do you think i look flat?”

his eyes widen at the bluntness of the question, before going back to his usual scowl. “not answering that dumbass question.”

your lips form into a straight line, “you’re supposed to say no but whatever.”

“i don’t want your confidence to be based off delusions,” he starts before you cut him off.

“oh, so now you wanna be smart?” you snap, flopping on the bed to flail around.

“babe. i love your tits. and you look fucking hot.” he sits on the bed next to your laying body to massage your shoulder, fingers suspiciously moving down towards your chest.

you giggle up at him, “really? i love yours too!”

his face drops and his fingers stop their movements. “for the last time. they’re not tits, they’re pecs.”

you tug him down towards you by the collar of his shirt as he rambles about how you should use their correct word, how ‘tits’ is for women and ‘pecs’ is for guys. you tune him out– shutting him up by bringing his lips to connect with yours.

you both moan into the passionate, soft kiss. it lasts a while before you pull away to speak. your foreheads touching. “let’s not go. i don’t want to.”

he sighs in relief, making you feel his hot breath against your face. “thank fuck. you know i hate talking to servers, baby. you want me to show you how much i love you? huh?” his hands drag up from your waist to your tits, gripping them harshly.

you giggle and hum in agreement at his beautiful suggestion as he kisses all over your neck, gradually making his way down.

ended so abruptly hahhhaahhaha sorryyy

[sorekuna]

izuku watching you and your boyfriend

you had just moved in with izuku midoriya. it was a small, two bedroom apartment that was the cheapest you could find as a college student. he had already been living there before you moved in, which made the move a little awkward. he was an awkward guy at heart, you could tell, but you could also tell that he meant well. he was always nice to you no matter what, and not that fake nice guy act. genuine kindness.

you’d never even think that he’d have a pervy side to him, let alone a very sexual one at all. he seemed very vanilla to you, oh how you were so wrong.

izuku had taken a liking to you… it’s not his fault! you were just so hot– and lived with him. he saw parts of you that other people didn’t get to, saw you comfortable and not trying to impress anybody. the one problem was, you had a boyfriend. he always wondered why you didn’t just move in with him, he even asked. you told him you two just weren’t at that stage yet.. that gave him a little glimmer of hope.

he wasn’t a homewrecker. he didn’t wanna be! he would never wanna get in the way of a relationship, let alone ruin it. but what you didn’t know couldn’t hurt you, right?

his plan was to just be very… discreet about his perverted ways. i mean, he’d already kept it a secret his whole life! what’s a little while longer? the thing is, izuku was horrible at keeping secrets. or at least being sneaky about stuff.

you totally knew that he had a huge crush on you. you didn’t hate it, he’s hot. but you didn’t wanna cheat on your boyfriend and ruin his trust in you! he already trusted you enough to move in with a guy, to betray him like that would just make him insecure forever. probably make him way too possessive and controlling to his next girlfriends– and you didn’t wanna do that to another woman! a twisted form of girl code.

you swore to yourself you would never do anything with izuku midoriya. for your boyfriends, and the female populations sake. you were doing the whole world a favor, really. but you didn’t stop him. or even confront him. never move out. maybe you even encouraged it a little bit– what could you say? you liked the attention! who doesn’t? izuku was many girls dream guy. and for him to fawn over you? oh, it felt good.

he wasn’t as discreet as he thought he was being. i mean, living with the girl he liked was a goldmine he’d never experienced before. of course he’d go crazy, get a little cocky. you noticed articles of your clothing going missing, random items of yours somehow ending up in his room, his wandering eyes. sometimes he’d even peep at you while you were showering or changing, like a little peeping tom. it boosted your ego immensely.

you’d always be a little louder than needed while masturbating, sometimes even cracking open the door a little bit to wait for his eye to peak through. you were especially loud with your boyfriend, though. you always had been, why be ashamed of sex? but you amped it up a lot after knowing of izuku’s attraction.

your boyfriend knew about this little exhibitionist kink of yours, and he indulged in it. times before this, you’d never gone as far as to keep the door open even just a crack. but now, you wanted to so bad. wanted to see if izuku was really that perverted that he would watch another man fuck you. it got you going.

you concealed your true intentions from your boyfriend with the excuse that you just wanted to go farther– nothing to do with izuku. you said you were sure he wouldn’t wanna peak anyways, that he was too respectful of a guy to do that. that it was all about the risk for you. you were such a good liar.

your legs were wrapped around your boyfriends waist, bed shaking and creaking as he pounded you into the mattress. both your moans were so loud you were sure your neighbors could hear, and you’d been going at it for a while now, already a little overstimulated. your head kept turning to look at the crack in the door, waiting for izuku to come look. you knew he was home.

your boyfriend didn’t even notice your eyes frequently wandering away from him towards the door, how oblivious. izuku hadn’t come yet, and you were starting to get a little impatient. you concluded that he wasn’t as perverted as you thought he was– but still a pervert! you decided to finally give your attention to your sweet boyfriend who was fucking you so meanly :(

your head unconsciously lulled to the side, your boyfriend fucking you stupid. you gained all consciousness back as your eyes met with izuku’s. his eyes widened and he was about to skedaddle away to pretend like nothing happened until he saw the smirk that grew on your face. he finally realized that you liked this. and you were doing it on purpose.

you didn’t break eye contact as you wrapped your arms around your boyfriends neck, pulling his head to meet at the junction between your shoulder and neck so he wouldn’t see izuku. you were sure he would yell at him, maybe even get violent. definitely make you move out, though. you didn’t wanna see your sweet little roommate hurt, never.

your eyes run down his amazing figure as your boyfriend sucks and nips at your neck, whispering the dirtiest things in your ear. you spot his hand palming at his dick through his boxers, pants already unzipped with no shame. it made you moan out louder, eyes snapping back up to meet with his.

your whole body moved at the force of your boyfriends thrusts and you threaded your hands into his hair. you felt your climax approaching, and watching izuku jerk off was only making it arrive faster.

you held eye contact with him as you reached your high, legs shaking and breathy calls of your boyfriends name falling off your lips. he pulled out and watched as the mixture of your guys’s cum leaked out of your throbbing hole, and immediately pulled you into a passionate kiss.

spit dribbled down your chin when he pulled away, you looked back to the door just to see izuku gone.

[sorekuna]

just found out how to do gradient text… yes i will be abusing this

[sorekuna]

first kiss w/ denki

you and denki were close. closer than most, closer than usual boy-girl friendships are usually. nothing weird; you were both just clingy. you understood each other, like nobody else did. it was like you two were just made to be friends!

one thing you really loved was watching tv. and whatever you loved, denki did too! he wanted to be with you all the time. watching tv together was an amazing bonding tactic. you liked how you could talk on and on with him about what was going on in film you were watching!

you had designated ‘movie nights.’ never been missed, never will. you both always looked forward to it all week, that you debated just doing it whenever you wanted. but who likes breaking tradition?

you went into this movie blind. no trailer, no description. you didn’t even look at the rating or warnings. it was like a blind date with a movie, a surprise! you liked surprises.

as the movie went on, you started to partially regret the decision. you should’ve at least looked at the warnings. the movie was… sexual, to say the least. it was like there was a make out scene every 3 seconds.

the vibe of the room had changed drastically. it was tense. usually during kissing scenes you and him would just awkwardly pretend to not pay attention, but you couldn’t pretend you weren’t paying attention to the whole movie. you didn’t even have the strength to look down at the blanket.

but there was also something else lingering in the room, something you knew you both felt, but couldn’t put your finger on it. or describe it. it was a feeling that couldn’t be described with words. too intense.

every time you looked over to denki it’s like you were seeing a totally different person. yeah, denki was attractive. you knew that. but you would never say, until then, that you were attracted to him. in that moment, you noticed features of his that you never noticed before. kept looking at him closer. intently. especially his lips. you didn’t know what this movie was doing to you.

at the next kissing scene, you decided to take your chances. shoot your shot, kind of.

“um.. have you ever kissed anyone like that before?” you squeaked out quickly, scared of his response.

as the words hit denki’s ears, his heart rate shot up. he knew what you were doing. how this was gonna go. his mind was doing backflips, excited like crazy. he’d liked you for a while now, and what he always fantasized about was about to come true.

he tried to keep it cool on the outside, all that was showing on his face was that stupid smirk of his. “no, have you?”

you couldn’t even look at him. you nervously opened your mouth to answer his question, “no.” you lips smoothed into a flat line.

the awkward silence that followed was deafening. you didn’t know if he was ever gonna break it, and you were not turning this perfect opportunity down. it seemed like neither was he.

“do you want to?” you both blurted out in unison. funnily enough, you both turned to look at each other while asking aswell. a fit of giggles left your lips at the coincidence as he smiled likewise.

he took your question as a yes, leaning in to connect your lips. his lips were soft moving against yours. it was a foreign feeling. neither of your smiles left your lips, causing you both to smile widely into the kiss.

you had just watched actors kiss multiple times a couple seconds ago, so you weren’t confused on what to do during the kiss. it was perfect.

his hand reached up to grace against your cheek, hesitantly holding his face in your hands. your hand moved onto his forearm, gripping it comfortably. you two sat like that for what seemed like forever, continuously kissing without a care in the world before you pulled away.

a string of spit connected you two, before he opened his mouth again to break it. “was that good?” he asked shyly, hand coming up to scratch the back of his neck. it was cute.

“i don’t know, i don’t have anything to compare it to.” your joke caused you the both of you to break out in a fit of laughter. your back fell against the bed. after calming down, you opened your eyes to look up at him again.

“but, i liked it.”

[sorekuna]

I could’ve sworn I’ve read something similar to your boxer!sukuna hcs before but it was from another writer. Was it like inspired or something?

yesss haha there’s a lot of jjk boxer au’s they were really popular earlier this year, i was getting back into them and am still obsessedddd with boxer!sukuna so i decided to write abt him

[sorekuna]

what if the reader gives up on yearning for a relationship and makes the relationship actually casual, keeping distance and everything maybe to move on and all that shi, how will boxer sukuna react?

this has been sitting in my drafts for so long i’m sorry lmfao 😭

boxer!sukuna x reader

he never had the guts to make it official. every time you even hinted at the idea of it, he would turn it into an argument. him yelling at you that he’s too deep in his career right now to focus on ‘unimportant’ things. you know he didn’t mean it like that. well, you hoped.

you put up with it. all the excuses, the arguments, and the belittling. because the good moments were good. amazing. but not enough.

you wanted him to refer to you as his girlfriend to his friends, to go on dates and actually call them that, not ‘hang outs,’ to for him to prioritize you more in his life, to strengthen your guy’s emotional connection with commitment. you wanted the title and everything that came with it. but he just couldn’t commit.

you were tired of putting your all in a relationship that wasn’t even a relationship. you decided to distance yourself. it was hard at first, because you still loved him of course, and seeing his face falter when you started acting different made your heart ache a certain way. but you stood your ground.

it started with answering his texts less quickly, letting the phone ring just until the last second. enough for him to get a little idea, but not enough for him to be sure. then you upped it even more, completely ignoring most of his calls and texts. cancelling hang outs with a lame excuse. of course, he was outraged. but he decided to keep quiet, wanting to see how far you’d take this little act.

then it got serious. still going to all his boxing matches, missing them would be the ‘final’ act. you weren’t even sure what you were wanting out of this, what the ideal outcome would be. you stopped blowing a kiss when he acknowledged you in the crowd. the first time you didn’t do it, it distracted him and ended him with a mean southpaw right to his face. he lost that fight.

you slowly stopped meeting with him after he won or lost. stopped helping him re-patch up a couple days after. stopped giving him a little ‘prize’ after he won. but you still came.

then, you missed one match. you were planning to go to the next, planning to take it away from him subtly. but i guess that was the final blow, because he finally confronted you.

you already knew it was him by how loud and hard he knocked on your apartment door. so loud everyone in the complex probably heard it. you roll your eyes and throw your phone down on the couch while getting up. you march your way over to the door, already knowing what’s about to go down. you stand in front of the door for a second to take a deep breath, but he once again ruins your peace by knocking for a second time making you flinch, his knock even louder than the other.

your hand slaps to the door knob and you try to put on your best fake smile in hopes of it making him calm down. you open the door and open your mouth to speak, “hey wha-“

he rudely interrupts your greeting by completely ignoring you and pushing past to waltz into your apartment.

“um, excuse me?!” you turn around and yell out at him in disbelief. you slam the door shut to get your pent up anger out, knowing the ‘conversation’ is only gonna escalate from here.

“why the fuck have you been acting so weird?” he asked with his back turned to you, sounding as if he was speaking through his teeth.

“i don’t know what you mean.” you respond casually, too casually. you know exactly what he means and he knows it.

he let out a chilling, quiet laugh. “you know exactly what i mean.”

before you can even speak he snapped his body to face yours, eyebrows furrowed. “why didn’t you come to my match?”

you stared at him before laughing in his face. “god, that’s what you’re so angry about? i was busy, that’s why. i can’t dedicate my entire life to you when you don’t even give me ten percent of yours!”

“bullshit, i spend all my time with you. and you weren’t busy, i have your schedule. stop lying to me and tell me what’s really wrong!” he yelled, spit flying out his mouth. say it don’t spray it…

you recoiled back in disgust (at the spit) and confusion. “how the fuck do you have my schedule??” you yelled right back at him, a baffled expression on your face.

“don’t change the subject.”

you roll your eyes and clench your jaw, ready to snap at him, done with his false obliviousness. “maybe i’m just tired of waiting around for you. every time i ask you when you’re gonna commit to this, to me, you act like we’re nothing! but once my actions reflect that you blow up!”

“i’m building up my career, and you wanna ruin that? i clearly don’t need and can’t afford a relationship right now. get off my dick about it.” he waved his hand in your face, acting annoyed as if he wasn’t the one who asked you what was wrong.

“you don’t need me?”

“now when did i say that?”

you squeezed your eyes shut in frustration. “you implied it! oh my god– just get out. i can’t with you right now.”

his face falters but he hides it immediately, not wanting to show an inch of vulnerability or how much your words have an actual affect on him. “okay, well i can’t with you either.”

“then leave!” you blow up, done with his stupid antics for tonight. his face scrunches up and he storms out your door like a child having a tantrum, bumping your shoulder on accident on the way out. you saw him look back for a split second after he did it, looking slightly confused.

after he left you just stood there in the doorway. thinking about how this was gonna affect you two, you slumped to the floor. you loved sukuna, truely, but you just didn’t know if you could take how he treats you anymore. you wanted something real.

omg this is so shit and kinda a little bit ooc i’m bad at writing arguments sorry anon heh 🦄