sunni

not a professional writer, just love to write. i sometimes write nsfw content, youve been warned

[sunnidays]

°°°·.°·..·°¯°·._.· 🎀 𝓌𝑒𝓁𝒸❀𝓂𝑒 🎀 ·._.·°¯°·..·°.·°°°

—𝓈𝓊𝓃𝓃𝒾, ‘𝟢𝟥, 𝓈𝑜𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓁 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓀𝑒𝓇

— about my writing

im def not a professional writer, i actually suck at grammar but nevertheless, a little google search helps tremendously :)

about my writing style! i grew with too much unsupervised internet time which meant i was on wattpad a lot. i try to keep my writing similar to 2014-2018 wattpad style as i find it nostalgic! it really feels like fanfic when i write it that way :D

despite the unsupervised internet access, i wasn’t on tumblr until recently so i know nothing about being aesthetic. i post whatever i feel like and there’s not a set theme.

jjk is my main writing inspo rn, but i plan on expanding my fanfics to different fandoms soon

— more about moi!

i 💙 suguru & suguru only (lies, honorable mentions: megumi & yuji. younger brothers core fr)

i enjoy journaling & editing (currently finishing my travel journal)

fav artists: frank ocean, sza, LDR, arctic monkeys & neighbourhood

obviously, reading is my favorite hobby (read the best we could do by thi bui if you or your parents are immigrants — like me, you’ll cry but love it)

diet coke. that’s it.

anime: apothecary diaries, jjk, erased, letter to momo & anything studio ghibli

c-dramas: eternal love, new life begins, love between fairy & devil, eternal love of dream

[sunnidays]

— the heart wants what it wants pt2

Satoru’s sharp eyes pierce into the freshman’s who’s now scrambling away. It would be a lie if you said you didn’t enjoy his reaction. That’s what you wanted after all.

“Really? A freshman? Going younger now huh?”

Annoyance is written all over his face as he stares you down. His brows are furrowed and his lips tugged down to a frown. Gotta admit, it was pretty dang hot.

“Mhmhm, and so what? We’re not together anymore.” Your response ticks him off. He scoffs then licks his lips.

On the outside, you keep yourself calm. But on the inside? Oh you’re absolutely thrilled.

“And don’t act like you weren’t flirting it up with some brunette. You’re not so innocent.” But instead of looking guilty or feeling remorse he…smirks?

“You saw that hm?” He raises a brow. You knew it. He deliberately pretended to flirt in hopes of you catching him. “Did you…feel jealous or..?”

“No! Never. Like I said, we’re not together. You can do whatever you want.”

And he’s back to frowning again. If there’s one thing about you that always constant, it’s that stubborn attitude of yours.

In the background, a few of his frat brothers shout for him to join the beer pong game. He raises a hand as if to say “in a minute” before turning back to you.

His eyes are still focused on your figure as you quietly sweep your gaze around the party. Anything to ignore his’s. He’s definitely not happy about that.

Satoru reaches one hand out to grip on your chin, turning you to look at him. “Am I that uninteresting?”

“Yeah, you kinda are.”

He rolls his eyes at your response. Typical you.

“Stare me down and tell me truthfully that you’re over me and I’ll leave you alone. You’ll be free to do as you please.”

Instead of his usual mischievous expression or playful attitude, there’s a different emotion behind him as he spoke. For a moment it looked like you were going to confirm what he said but then your mouth closed.

How could you tell him that? That would be a lie. You’re not over him. But you also don’t want to get back with him. At least not yet. Not until you know for sure that he realizes he’s in the wrong.

It was so hard not to throw your arms around him and tell him the truth. You wanted him back more than anything. You bite your bottom lip as you silently debated on what to say.

“Saaatoooruuu~”

Both of your head shift to put a face to that sickening sweet voice. Before that happens, two arms are throw over Satoru’s shoulders, he almost falls but catches himself.

“Satoruuu, I’ve been searching for you alllll night.” She giggles then rests her chin on his shoulder.

Yumi.

Satoru’s situationship before you. The one that caused him to ignore all women for a year before he met you of course. He practically despised her but now that she was here, he didn’t look like he hated her at all.

You don’t miss the way she’s giving you a look either. It’s like she knows she’ll win him over with a simple smile.

All the emotions you felt completely disappeared the moment he turned his attention to her instead of you.

“Hold on! Don’t leave—!” Satoru’s hand desperately reaches out to stop you but he’s pulled back by Yumi who’s clinging on to his arm.

“Wait! Please!” He shouts but you ignore him. All you feel is the anger and frustration building up inside you again. You had come to this party to be nothing but humiliated.

“C’mon, let her leave. She wasn’t that interesting anyways,” yumi coos into his ear as her finger traces slowly on his bicep.

You look over your shoulder expecting him to chase after you. But he doesn’t. He just stands and stares at your retreating figure. That tells you everything you need to know.

a/n: don’t worry guys, it doesn’t end here. the series will continue <3

[sunnidays]

— the heart wants what it wants

The bass thumps through the floorboards of the frat house. Another wild party thrown by Satoru’s frat. Same smoky air, same bodies grinding to some generic pop-rap track. The same smell of cheap beer and cologne.

You hadn’t been here since that night. That night that ended in tears and shouts.

Against your will, you returned to the party scene per your friend’s request. Shoko had convinced you to accompany her saying it’d be a great way to reclaim power by showing up uninvited.

But power feels far away right now with every flash of movement making you tense up. Subconsciously you were waiting for that familiar silhouette: tall frame cutting through crowds effortlessly like he owns them, those stupid crystal blue eyes.

It doesn’t take long before his voice cuts through the crowd. As if an instinct, your head snaps towards the direction of it.

He’s laughing, head thrown back at something a pretty brunette says. You know that laugh. It’s his pity laugh. Perhaps some part of him had hope you’d be here tonight to witness this? Unfortunately, that was also the same reason the relationship ended.

He’s popular, no doubt. The vice president, tall, incredibly handsome. So it was natural for girls to throw themselves at him. But what you hated most was that he never outright rejected them. They’d laugh, place their hand on his arm but he wouldn’t shrug them away. Instead he’d give them his Instagram when they asked for his number.

He stepped away towards one of his buddies. He greets them with a clap on his back, flashing that easy grin. The one that makes women swoon over him. The same one you fell for.

And then his eyes sweeps over the crowd casually as he usually does when he’s searching for something or rather—someone.

Using this chance, you turn to a student nearby. The freshman—some shy, lanky guy with glasses—blinks in surprise as you tap his shoulder. You flash a charming smile, one that doesn’t quite reach your eyes.

Satoru’s definitely looking now.

The freshman stutters, hand rubbing the back of his neck. It’s clear he’s nervous or two seconds away from passing out. After all, he’s talking to Satoru Gojo’s girlfriend.

Because that’s what people still think of you: his girl.

And right on cue, all 6’3, milky white hair Satoru steps up, shoving his way in between you and the freshman.

[sunnidays]

— lacy oh lacy

ex!satoru who pined after you first, and though you rejected him, he continued in his efforts.

ex!satoru who seemed to be obsessed with you from the moment you finally said yes. it was clear he had secretly crushed on you for a while before ever approaching.

ex!satoru who then was suddenly final with his decision to break up, leaving you heartbroken on a random Thursday evening seven months ago. the reason? his father heard rumors about a relative of yours & decided he didn’t want satoru to date you.

ex!satoru who knew his father was being unreasonable but didn’t want to go against him. losing his mother at a young age was already difficult enough, he didn’t want to lose another parent. even if it meant letting go of the one he loved.

ex!satoru who made it clear he was choosing his father over you. yet still lingered around. whether through text or in person, he never seemed to let you go.

ex!satoru who had numerous flings, telling you about them because he claimed he valued you as a friend. and friends tell each other about their dating lives. right?

ex!satoru who constantly introduced you to his flings as his “best-friend”. if you even expressed an inkling of dislike for one of his flings, he’d dropped them instantly.

ex!satoru who still valued you over anyone but at the same time pushed you away. he’d let you in but force you out once you got too close. even he was confused why he was this way.

ex!satoru who got into a relationship with an older girl and seemed as equally obsessed with as her as he did with you. satoru convinced himself he was so in love with her. but he texted you everyday.

ex!satoru who would be mad if you didn’t respond to his daily texts even though he was with his girlfriend. he’d accuse you of being with someone else while he gf laid next to him. he knows he shouldn’t be jealous, but he was.

ex!satoru who was grief-stricken when he started an argument with you for the 100th time but you reacted with nonchalance. he threatened to block you (for the 20th time) but instead of your usual “let’s talk it out,” you simply replied “okay.” and when he did block you, he didn’t realize that to you, you finally felt free.

ex!satoru who even though was still with his girlfriend, realized he was in love with you this entire time. secretly, he had a photo album filled with pictures of you two and of you alone. mostly with you alone though as he loved staring at your pretty face. and when his girlfriend found out, he pretended he forgot to delete them despite breaking up over seven months ago and blocking you three weeks ago.

ex!satoru who stayed up at night going through your socials after unblocking you. a profound sadness sitting in his heart as he stares at the pictures of you smiling. only then did it dawn on him how toxic he was. he didn’t claim you as his best friend bc he truly thought that, it was a way to keep you around for his own selfish reasons. satoru was so in love with you he couldn’t think of any other way to keep you around beside trapping you in this more-than-friends, less-than-lovers relationship.

ex!satoru whose girlfriend kept pestering him about the pictures of his ex-girlfriend in his album to which he’d dismiss her.

ex!satoru who realized that he’d be an asshole to keep the relationship going and broke up with his girlfriend. even then, his mind filled with memories of you only. but by then, you had already become his girlfriend’s lacy. she was consumed with the thought of what you had that she didn’t. wondered why satoru couldn’t let you go. what was so special about you?

ex!satoru who, even after a year now, still couldn’t shake his feelings for you. and as you met up for the first time in a year he felt himself falling further. he explained the events of the year, his thoughts, his hidden devotion to you and his breakup. though you acknowledge him, you firmly rejected his proposal of getting back together. he would stupid to believe you would accept him again.

ex!satoru who will have to live knowing you were the on that got away.

a/n: sorry guys…this was def a vent post disguised as a fanfic. haha. this is inspired by my own personal experience.

[sunnidays]

MDNI {art creds: sso_s__}

boss!higuruma is fighting so hard not to fuck you in the office, won’t you make it easier?

The morning’s only started yet you’ve somehow managed to have two accidents. The first, knocking your coffee down, warm liquid spilling into your lap. Higuruma didn’t pay attention to that, or tried not to as you dabbed your thighs dry.

The second? Jamming the printer. You hadn’t meant to, it just seemed you were prone to accidents. In all honesty, if you hadn’t given Higuruma that cute pout, he probably would’ve sent you home by now.

“I’m sorry Higuruma-san.” It was adorable the way you hid your face in embarrassment as a blanket of pink rushed to your cheeks.

“It’s alright, just…” he wanted to say be careful, but knowing you…

“It’s alright.” He smiles.

Despite the clumsiness, he appreciated having you around. You proved yourself to be an efficient worker. Being hot was just an add-on.

By mid-day, Higuruma was already overwhelmed. The cases continued to pile though, that was on him. He told himself he’d only take on one at a time. So when he heard heels clacking outside his office, he groaned.

He could sense the oncoming headache just at the sight of the file. Delicate fingers placed the folder on his desk, careful not to make another mistake.

“Newest case.”

“Thanks.”

There’s a small moment of comfortable conversation before the inevitable happens. On your way to write something down, you knock the folder you so carefully place on his desk over. The contents pooled around his feet.

“I’m so sorry!”

You were on your knees before he could protest. It wasn’t until your head was dangerously close to his open thighs did he notice the rather…intimate position.

He would be lying if he said he didn’t imagine you on knees suc— no.

It didn’t help when you titled your head up just enough to meet his gaze, peering at him through the top of your glasses.

“Please don’t fire me,” you joked lightly. Thankfully he chuckled.

But god, this position. The look. Was it deliberate? No…couldn’t be.

The chair squeaks as he pushes back enough to stand on his feet. With your head back down, he snuck the chance to adjust his pants that seemed to get too tight.

“You can leave it on my desk, I’ll organize it later.”

Just as he thought he was in the clear, you stood up, ass just inches away from his crotch and bent over slightly to place the papers down.

Higuruma was losing it.

If not intentional? Why so intentional shaped??

He was gonna move, he swears but then you dropped his pen. It rolled off to the left where you proceeded to bend over, legs straight, back slightly arched to grab it.

Fighting the urge to just grab onto your hips, he distanced himself.

Either you were stupidly oblivious or you knew exactly what you were doing and he was the actual fool.

With a soft smile, you set the pen down. “I’m sorry…again. I’ll be out there if…yeah.”

He didn’t bother answering, just nodded and watch you leave. A cold shower sounds nice right now.

a/n: heh…ima make part 2 where it’s only👉👌👅🍆

[sunnidays]

bestfriend!satoru who invites you to his wedding against his better judgment. he never did get around to telling you his true feelings when you left for work across the world, five years ago.

bestfriend!satoru whose finger traced the slight bump of your name written in baby blue ink on the invite as his mind fills with sweet memories of the past.

bestfriend!satoru who refers to you as “an old friend” to those who asked because he can’t admit to himself who you truly were to him.

bestfriend!satoru who didn’t expect you to reach out, after all, contact was lost when you left. though, he can’t lie and say he wasn’t happy. hearing from you for the first time in five years was like a wish come true to him.

bestfriend!satoru who found himself eagerly waiting for your arrival during the pre-wedding party. arctic blue eyes searching for a familiar face within the sea of dancing bodies.

bestfriend!satoru who can’t take his eyes off you as you grin with your head titled, just like all those years ago. eyes disappearing as you joined him in the joy of his wedding. one simple touch bringing back the sparks he once felt.

bestfriend!satoru who secretly stole a glance of you from where he sat with his bride as speeches continued. an aching feeling tugging at his heart as suguru mentions the memories of them two and an old friend. and old friend satoru was quite fond of.

bestfriend!satoru who admired the way the moonlight illuminated your face in contrast of the dark venue. the curve of your smile, the crinkle by your eyes. the way you laugh as you recounted memories of the past.

bestfriend!satoru who didn’t really listen because he was too busy relishing in the feeling of having you back again to hear you properly.

bestfriend!satoru who remembered he was a married man now as the silver ring shines back at him in the night. a reminder to himself that things weren’t the same anymore.

bestfriend!satoru who, by the end of the night, accepted that his story with you ended long ago.

[angellude]

ೀ ㅤ۫ ㅤ۪ㅤ۫ ㅤ ♡ ㅤ. if you wanna come, give my brother some!

synopsis: the one where you’re dying to go to a frat party. you don’t want to go alone, and your best friend itadori promises to take you on one condition: you talk to his older brother. just talk, nothing crazy. of course, you never do anything half-assed.

content: MDNI. frat!choso kamo x reader, top reader x sub choso, college au, modern au, drinking, edible usage, vaping, alcohol, hookup, mutual attraction, explicit smut, slight age gap (college, reader is a freshman and choso is a senior), oral sex (f and m receiving), unprotected sex, p in v, fingering, creampie, dry humping, choso cums too soon, reader tops, teasing, crack humor, overwatch references (i have an addiction)

wc: 4.6k

a/n: art by thatsallitchief! y'all when i tell you i had so much work to do after spring break but mama got it done and is feeding y'all. except i feel like this one wound up being kind of rushed... also can you tell i've never been to a frat. they lowkey scare me which is why i would want my close personal bestie yuji itadori to accompany me to one!! anyways. i wrote most of this while half asleep soooooo sorry if there's any mistakes i missed while proofreading <333 i feel like i treat a/ns like diary entries lmfao

“pleaaaasee, itadori,” you pouted and rested your head on his shoulder, giving him puppy eyes. “please? kappa is throwing a huge one this weekend.”

itadori, who had his laptop open to his lecture notes but was really buried in his instagram reels, waved a hand. “kappa sucks anyways. weird ass frat.”

you raised a brow. “and you would know? you never go to frats, you spent every friday night playing fortnite or whatever…” you retorted, crossing your arms and slouching back in your chair. itadori scoffed in response. “modern warfare. and for your information, not every friday! sometimes i go to sig tau.”

“sig tau?”

“yeah. my older brother is a member.”

you shot up in your seat. “you have an older brother?” your jaw dropped, and itadori finally looked up from his phone. “yeah. look, dude. tung tung sahur.” he grinned, showing you his phone. you didn’t pay any attention to the brainrot he was showing you, more focused on the pressing matter at hand.

“itadori. you have an older brother who’s in a frat and you haven’t taken me yet?”

he shrugged. “i didn’t think you’d wanna go. buuuut i guess i can bring you with this weekend… on one condition.”

“anything.”

itadori grinned like how he did when he was about to steal one of your ramen cups. “talk to my brother.”

your raised brow and your smile dropped. a set up? “hell no.”

“please? i think you’ll really like him. he’s on the rugby team, he’s really tall—“

“nope. i told you, after that situationship from welcome week, men are off limits for me,” you held up a hand, shaking your head. itadori scoffed. “i wouldn’t really call fushiguro a situationship, more like a deluluship—“

“regardless! men are a no-no.”

itadori gave you a knowing look. “okay then. no frat. you can go to kappa on your own.”

you frowned at the thought of sticky floors, cheap alcohol, and being by yourself with no other friends. kugisaki and maki had no interest in coming with you to a frat. “… fine. what’s his instagram?” you gave in with a sigh.

itadori’s thumbs flew across his screen before he pulled up the page: a blank. user chosokamo. not even a profile picture.

“wow. he’s handsome,” you muttered sarcastically.

“he’s shy.”

“a shy frat guy on the rugby team? i don’t buy it.”

“you’ll see,” itadori grinned. “he’s nice. really, he’s quiet, but he’s a sweet guy. you’ll love him.”

“do i have to sleep with him or something?”

“i doubt you’ll get that far.”

you weren’t one to turn down a challenge. come friday night, you’d stalked down all of choso’s profiles. instagram, twitter, snapchat (practically nonexistent snap score), tiktok, spotify, linkedin, battle.net account. reposts of cat videos, playlists with rap and 2000s emo rock music for workouts, worked at a… plant nursery as a part time job? majored in biology with a focus in hematology. mained mizuki in overwatch.

you looked yourself over in the mirror while itadori waited outside. micro shorts, a cute halter top, some layered jewelry, shitty sneakers (in case of spills), and dolly makeup. good enough.

“come onnnnn slut!” itadori groaned outside your door. you swung it open and glared at him. “give me the goods.”

itadori rolled his eyes and slammed a red, sugarcoated gummy and pink vape in your hand. “can’t believe i’m your plug and your ride to a frat. for free.”

you scoffed, chewing the gummy. “hey, i gave you answers to the midterm, didn’t i? consider this payment. also, strawberry cloud dream?” you raised a brow at the pink device.

“it matches my hair!”

the sigma tau house was three blocks from campus and you could hear it before you saw it. it was brick and not exactly a small house, led lights in each window. red cups littered the lawn and a few guys out front were doing something that looked like it had started as a drinking game but had wound up being something entirely different.

you took a long drag of the strawberry cloud and ghosted it before braving a step inside. sticky floors, bass that vibrated your inner ear, faces you couldn’t really make out due to the low lighting.

you hadn’t even realized itadori left your side when he came back to you bearing gifts: a red solo cup. “sprite and svedka,” he grinned proudly.

you took a hesitant sip and grimaced. “holy shit. dude, this is svedka and like… a splash of sprite.”

itadori laughed and slung his arm around your shoulder. “welcome to your first frat party. okay, so, choso is in the kitchen—“

“the kitchen?”

“yeah, he doesn’t like the main room. actually, he doesn’t like coming out of his room…”

your brow furrowed. this guy didn’t sound like he belonged to a frat. then again, he studied blood. you let yuji lead you to the kitchen, shuffling past a girl who was throwing up into the trash can and right towards—

holy shit.

definitely over six feet worth of pure muscle, not too bulked but just beefy enough, eye bags, a scar on his nose bridge? no matter. dark hair that reached just below his ears, a wearing a band top and jeans. the hand holding his phone was both veiny and boney, his knuckles highlights with ridges of veins that ran down to his forearms. definitely your type. fushiguro who?

“yo, bro!” itadori smiled and waved, guiding you towards him. the man looked up, glanced at you, then looked back to his brother. “hey, yuji.”

you stood awkwardly at itadori’s side, mouth watering as you watched his older brother converse with him. his jaw was nice and defined, his lips pouted just the slightest bit…

“so this is my friend…” he finally introduced you. “the girl from my freshman year seminar i told you about? and this is my brother choso kamo, he’s a senior… right! so, um, i’m gonna go grab another drink—“

“wait, itadori!” you hissed, but he was gone in a flash. you whipped back to face his older brother, laughing nervously. “hi…”

“… hi.”

you stood in awkward silence for a moment. “so… kamo? not itadori?” you blurted out the ice breaker, and immediately regretted it. who asked a stranger about the specifics of their last name? was it the alcohol, or your nerves, or both?

“it’s… a long story…” choso looked away.

“right…” you dropped your gaze to the ground, then back up at him. you weren’t giving up. “so… itadori tells me you study biology? hematology?” a lie, obviously you’d figured out from stalking his linkedin. choso blinked up at you. “… yeah. he told you that?”

you nodded and lied through your teeth. “yeah. pretty… specific. why blood?”

choso shrugged and took a sip of whatever was in his cup. “my family has a history of blood disorders…” he murmured. “i wanted to understand it, so… i studied it.”

“oh,” you nodded slowly. it wasn’t the answer you’d expected. to be honest, you didn’t know what to expect with this guy. his head tilted up and you could make out the faintest tint of pink of his ears. “sorry. not good party conversation, huh?”

you shrugged. “i wouldn’t know. this is my first frat.”

his eyes widened. “your first— and you’re talking with me?” he scoffed. “you should go out and have fun with yuji.”

“i like talking with you,” you blurted out thanks to the 99% svedka drink in your cup. you realized how stupid you'd sounded. maybe three sentences exchanged with this guy and you liked talking with him?

he swallowed thickly. “you do…?” he mumbled, then straightened up when you nodded. “… what do you study?”

you could’ve easily ended the conversation fifteen, twenty minutes ago. once you got to the forty minute mark and had flown through three different topics of conversation with choso, you’d forgotten about your deal with itadori.

“so… mizuki?” you tilted your head. choso was smiling just the slightest bit by now. “yeah. used to main reinhardt, but his shield got nerfed.”

“so you abandoned him for support?” you laughed softly. “hey, at least you could be my d.va’s pocket healer now.”

choso raised a brow. “you play d.va? not surprised.”

you scoffed. “what’s that supposed to mean?” choso shrugged, not answering the question. “you play other video games?” he asked. you shrugged. “usually cod or fortnite with itadori. you?”

“… league of legends. on occasion.”

“ew.”

“hey!”

you busted out laughing, holding his arm for balance. you were about to make another snarky comment about his taste in video games when a head of pink hair swayed up to you guys.

“heyyyy guyssss…” he laughed and threw his arms around the both of you, effectively squishing you against choso’s firm chest. “having fun? need refills? you want—“

“yuji. go away,” choso playfully shoved his brother, earning a wide grin from your friend. “right right, of course, if you guys need anything… more drinks, condoms—“

“yuji!”

you laughed and rested your hand on choso’s chest, not having moved from where you’d been pressed against him. he tilted his head down to look at you. “sorry about him.”

“don’t apologize for him,” you smiled. “he’s an idiot, but i'm getting used to it.”

“yeah? how’s that going?” choso smirked, earning another small laugh from you. “not well.”

choso hummed. “try living with him for 19 years.”

“huh?” you tilted your head. the music had been turned up impossibly louder. choso leaned in and spoke a little louder in your ear. “i said, try living with him for 19 years.”

you laughed softly, the alcohol making you bubbly and flirty. “it’s loud in here.”

“it is,” he agreed, setting his cup down. “you wanna go up to my room?” he blurted out, then stilled. “i mean… just ‘cause it’s quieter. and i have my xbox so we can play games. not ‘cause… i mean— unless you’d—“

you suddenly felt sobered up. this had just been a stupid challenge, you remembered, but now it was real. “choso,” you cut him off, then nodded with a small smile. “lead the way.”

on your way up the stairs, led by choso holding your hand. you glanced down at the party to find itadori’s jaw dropped as he stared up at you, then he gave you a thumbs up and a big smile. you pretended you didn’t see him.

choso’s hand immediately left yours as soon as you were in his room. assuming he was undressing or tidying up his bed or something, you looked around his room. my chemical romance and deftones posters, textbooks, a bonsai tree.

then you heard the xbox turning on. you whipped around to find him sitting in his beanbag, thumbing the controller and looking up at you expectantly.

oh my god. he was actually serious about playing video games.

you glanced at him, then the tv. “you’re… serious?”

he furrowed his brow. “why wouldn’t i be?”

you pushed aside the ache between your thighs and settled next to him in his beanbag, noticing how he tensed up a little. you took the second controller and resigned yourself to the fact that instead of getting laid tonight, you’d be queuing up in ranked.

you were terrible at overwatch on console. you were used to pc and were still getting used to the controls. “you just walked into the enemy team,” choso muttered.

“excuse me. i’m tanking.”

“your kd is tanking, you mean.”

you frowned. “i’m used to pc, okay?”

“here,” he actually smiled, scooting closer behind you, wrapping his arms around yours and placing his hands over yours. “okay, left stick moves,” he mumbled in your ear. “right stick is for camera. this button shoots. this one’s your ult. you good?”

you glanced up at him, your faces inches away from each other. “yeah…” you murmured, looking back to the screen and playing better now that you knew the controls. “like this?”

“yeah, just like that… good.”

your thighs squeezed together, and you blushed as you realized he was close enough to probably feel it. you glanced back up at him, hearing your character die on the screen as you lost focus. choso didn’t comment, only staring down at you. he was close, close enough that you could make out the little scar on the bridge of his nose, the slight furrow of his brow, the way his lips had parted just a bit.

without thinking, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his. both controllers clattered to the floor.

choso was quick and eager, returning the kiss and grabbing your waist. his tongue slipped into your mouth, rubbing against yours as he grunted with effort. you felt his cock straining against his jeans as he almost rutted against your thigh.

he caught himself, though, and pulled away panting softly, his lips glossed with your saliva. “s-sorry, that was—“

you shut him up with another kiss, pulling him close and swinging your leg over so you were straddling his lap. he groaned and pulled you closer, grinding up into you. you rolled your hips in response, and a high pitched noise bubbled up from his throat.

you pulled away to find him beet red with wide eyes. “that wasn’t—“

“you whimpered.”

his face scrunched up a bit. "what? no, i didn't-"

his protest was cut off as you rolled your hips again, an undeniable, broken, high pitched noise spilled from his lips. his fingers dug into your waist, trying to hold you still as he looked away, his cheeks flushed.

"oh my god," you half breathed out, half laughed out. "you're serious."

"stop." his voice held no conviction, his body betraying him as you felt his hips bucking up and rubbing up against you just the slightest bit.

you smirked and lifted your hips, pulling off of him. "fine," you murmured, and he immediately got the look of a kicked puppy, instinctively reaching for your waist again. "wait, no, don't-"

he paused as you got on your knees in front of him, running a hand through your hair to push it back. "... oh," he murmured, his hand sifting into your hair as you undid his jeans. his breath audibly hitched when you pulled his boxers down, his cock slapping up against his abs. he was already throbbing in your hand and beading pre, which you thumbed and smeared over his flared head.

“fuck…” he groaned, spreading his legs further apart. you looked up at him through your lashes. “sensitive?” you teased, and he only managed a nod in response.

you hummed and gently pumped him, barely even that. deciding to tease, you basically ghosted your fingers over his length, then leaned in and pressed a little wet kiss to his leaking tip.

“mm-hm!” his hips bucked up and a whine bubbled up from his chest. his tip prodded at your lips, and you took the opportunity to close your lips around him and sink your head down just a few inches. he was already a whining mess, tugging at your hair as his thighs tensed.

“fuck—“ he groaned after not even a minute. “wait, wait, wait— ‘m not gonna—“

you pulled off of him, lips still connected to his cock by a string of saliva. “don’t tell me you’re already close,” you raised a brow.

he huffed a small, nervous laugh. “i… think i am…” and judging by how he looked, he wasn’t lying. dark hair sticking with sweat to his forehead just a bit, his chest rising and falling as he panted, his flushed skin, face and ears tinted pink.

“that fast?” a shit-eating grin tugged at your lips.

he groaned and let his head fall back, scrubbing his free hand down his face. “you were just…!” he protested, gesturing vaguely to his lap, then you.

you hummed. “fair.” you moved to take him back into your mouth, but a tug on your hair stopped you. frowning, you protested. “what…?”

his chest was still heavy with his panting, his hips twitching up into the air. “just— i won’t last if you keep—“

“so?” you shrugged, dropping your gaze back to where your hand was wrapped around him. you stuck out your tongue and let a glob of spit spill to his tip, then smeared it along his slit. “i know i was teasing you, but i don’t care. really.”

he groaned and tugged at your hair again, then reached down and pulled you up by your arms, making you squeak in surprise. “choso—!”

“not like this…” he grunted, hoisting you up effortlessly, holding your legs around his waist as he stood. “wanna make you feel good first…” he mumbled shyly into your neck, setting you down on the bed and kissing down your body. his lips left a wet, cool trail on your skin, goosebumps following.

your stomach did a flip. itadori was right… he really was sweet. your expression softened. “you don’t have to—“

“i want to,” he mumbled against your inner thigh, his lips suckling gently at the skin there. he hesitated, pulling just an inch away and gazing up at you like he was already drunk on you. “… is that okay?”

your heart flopped around in your chest. “yeah…” you sighed out softly. he nodded and carefully undid the button and zipper of your jeans, pulling them down with your panties.

“holy shit…” he mumbled aloud, probably meaning to keep that in his head. he reached up hesitantly and gently spread your drooling folds with his fingers. he glanced back up at you with wider puppy eyes, quietly asking for permission.

you nodded, fingers threading into his dark locks. “go ahead.”

he didn’t waste a second, pressing a wet kiss to your clit before suckling the bud between his lips.

“fuck—!” your knees jerked up along with your hips. "oh my god, where the fuck did you-?"

"mmph," he grunted against your cunt. "'m not a virgin, y'know,"

your cheeks flushed. "yeah, i knew that..." you grumbled, even though up until about five seconds ago you'd figured he hadn't felt the touch of a woman before. he huffed against you and picked up his pace as if he now had something to prove, his tongue delving between your folds and slurping up every drop of your slick. his thumb came to rub quick little circles into your swollen bud, leaving you fisting at his hair.

"choso- holy shit-"

"mmf..." he grunted, his hips jerking against the mattress. he kept humming and grunting in both the effort of eating you out and the pleasure from grinding against his bed, the vibrations shooting through you and making your back arch.

he definitely knew what he was doing, at least with you. every time your hips jerked up or your thighs twitched or you tugged at his hair, he chased it, learning you in real time. his hand slid up your stomach, grabbing a fistful of your top to ground himself. he was practically humping the mattress, desperate for friction to soothe his throbbing cock.

you were too lost in your own cloud of pleasure to even notice it. one hand fisted at his hair, keeping his face buried in your pussy, the other fisted at the sheets. "f-fuck, cho- 'm close..."

he groaned and grabbed your hips, pulling you impossibly closer to his face. "c'mon." you could barely make out what he said, his voice was so muffled. he sucked harshly on your clit, then brought his hand to plunge two deft fingers into your hole, bullying your g-spot. "c'mon, give it t'me... please..."

you came with a whine of his name, your back arching and obscene squelching noises coming from where choso’s tongue met your sticky walls. he groaned loudly, his jaw going slack for a moment, and the moment the mattress stopped squeaking was when you realized it had been making noise at all.

he shuddered a bit, pulling away from you with glossy lips, your cum dripping down his chin. your hazy gaze raked down his body as he sat up, finding a dark patch in his boxers.

you couldn’t help the laugh you exhaled. “did you seriously cum in your pants from eating me out?”

choso was beet red again, red crawling up his neck. “shut up.”

biting your lip, you smiled and crawled forward, slowly and deliberately, like a jaguar stalking her prey. choso gulped visibly, almost shrinking back a little, but his body froze up in fear... or excitement. or both.

"you couldn't even wait..." you smirked, tilting his chin up once you were on top of him. your fingers ghosted down his shirt, feeling his abs, dipping below his waistband.

choso let out a shaky breath, bringing his hands to hover over your waist, as if he wanted to grab on but he wasn't sure if he was allowed to. "i- i tried..." he murmured, the tips of his ears blushing pink.

your smirk widened. "didn't seem like it."

he swallowed hard at that, his adam's apple bobbing in his throat. your fingers teased right at his trail, waiting until he was bucking up into you to pull his waistband down. he was still rock hard and throbbing, sticky cum dripping down the veins of his cock.

you bit your lip and smiled, your eyes lighting up at the sight of him like you'd just won the lottery. "mmh..." you moved your hips to hover over him, and he finally grabbed onto the swell of your hips.

"wait-" he stammered out. "... protection? i have condoms-"

"fuck that, 'm on the pill," you muttered, tossing your hair back and moving to sink down on him.

"are you s- ohhhhmygod..." he groaned, his eyes squeezing shut and his brow knitting as you enveloped him with a sweet squelchh! the stretch dragged a little whine out of you, and you bit your lip to hold it back. you bottomed out, ass flush to his thighs, and took a moment to stare at him. panting, flushed, brow seemingly permanently knotted upwards.

"choso."

"one second."

"are you seriously trying to not cum already?"

he whined and let his head fall back to the mattress, already humiliated from cumming in his pants, and now you were just being cruel. "just- give me a second, okay? jesus..." he panted.

you gave him a second, waiting patiently. then two, three, four, five...

you rolled your hips, and his hands flew to your waist. "fuuuuckk...!" he rasped, lifting his head to glare up at you, only to find you with a shit eating grin. "theerre he is..." you purred, rolling your hips again.

"please-" he whined into the back of his hand after throwing it over his face. "please, i just need a minute, 'm not gonna-"

"choso," you pulled his hand away, staring down at him. your free hand smoothed over his chest, feeling his heart banging against his ribcage. "look at me. you're doing so good..."

the sound that left him was sharp, broken, and obviously he hadn't meant to let it slip out. something like a whimper crossed with a groan and maybe even a little sob. his hips bucked up into you, your hole squelching softly. "don't say that..." he murmured, his face hot.

"takin' me so well, stretchin' me out..." you purred, just to see his reaction. it was gold, of course, another whine spilling past his lips. his fingers dug into the fat of your hips, not stopping you, just holding on for dear life. "you're doing that on purpose," he accused breathlessly.

"obviously."

you took his hands from your hips and brought them up to the curve below your breast, letting him hold you where he could feel your heartbeat. then, bracing your own hands on his chest, you leaned forward a bit, glancing down at where his cock disappeared between your drenched folds. little bubbles of pre foamed at where he did.

you dragged your hips up, then sunk down-

"fuck-" choso's breath hitched, and his bit his lip to keep from being loud. his jaw clenched, his eyes were shut tight like if he didn't look at you, maybe, just maybe, he could keep himself from cumming right now.

"you can be loud, cho. no one's gonna hear you over the party downstairs."

he swallowed thickly and nodded. "right, right..."

"and open your eyes. wan' you to watch me ride your cock."

he twitched inside you, and he huffed. "can you not-"

you rose and dropped your hips to shut him up, and a broken whine interrupted whatever complaint he had. and you didn't stop there, speeding up and bouncing on him without any pauses.

"shit, shit, oh my- fuuckk-" it dragged out of him. long and dissolving. his head pressed back into the pillow, his hands flexing against your waist. "okay. okay, okay, okay-"

your hands moved from his chest up to his hair, fisting his soft locks in both hands like handlebars. he whined and hugged you to his chest, burying his face in your neck.

"cho-"

"don't stop, please..." he almost cried into your neck. "please don't stop, feels s-s'good, 'm... fuuck, 'm not gonna last..." he dragged his words out with soft whines.

you felt it building in your stomach too. it was impossible to ignore at this point, the way his cock was rubbing up on your gummy spot and smearing globs of his precum over it.

"yeah?" you managed to pant out, dipping your head down to gently nip at his earlobe. "you gonna fill me up? hm?"

"hngh- fuck-"

you sped up, sweaty skin slapping against sweaty skin as he began to buck up desperately into you.

"hm? can't hear you, cho. i asked if you're gonna cum inside me," you panted. choso was panting heavily, his gaze trained on where your pussy lips stretched and drooled around his cock, bouncing up and down.

squelch!

squelchh!

squelchhh!

he finally slammed his hips up into you, his head thrown back as a strained cry spilled from his raw lips. "h-hngh- 'm cumming- cumming-!!" his cock throbbed and twitched against your velvet walls, spurting and sticking his seed to your walls. "oh my god..." he panted, hips hips rutting up in aftershock, mushroomy tip smearing his sticky white allllll around your walls till he was leaking out of you.

you followed close behind, your fingers twisting in his hair, back arching and head tilting back. your poor hole quivered around him, squeezing his swollen cock in quick pulses. you glanced back in the mirror to find sticky patches of white dripping down your inner thighs, and your jaw dropped.

you looked back down at him underneath you: totally fucked out, half lidded eyes, chewed and raw lips parted, drool slicking down from the corners of his mouth. "that was..." he rasped, then closed his eyes.

"yeah..." you exhaled a small laugh, still catching your breath. you pulled off of him with a lewd drag, then plopped down beside him. his hand subconsciously came up to your hair, sifting into your locks, and you wondered if he was even awake at this point.

careful not to wake him up, you reached across him to the nightstand for his phone, hovering it over his face for the face ID. you scrolled to his messages to add your number, then furrowed your brow as you saw his group chat being blown up.

SIGMA TAU BROTHERHOOD 🔥💪🍻 todo aoi: CHOSO GETTING CHEEKS TN YO todo aoi: I SAW HIM TAKE A GIRL UPSTAIRS itadori yuji: i set it up hb of the year over here naoya zenin: kamo actually pulled? no way LMFAOOOOO kinji hakari: STOP CALLIN MY PHONE SHE GETTIN FUCKED TN😹😹😹😹😹😹😹😹😹😹 naoya zenin: yo this mf got negative aura how did this happen todo aoi: CHOSO BROTHER I'M SO PROUD naoya zenin: i'm serious bro wtf

you snorted and tossed his phone to the side, burrowing your face into choso's neck and snuggling into him. the party thumped on downstairs. for once, though you'd hate to admit it out loud, you could say itadori was right. you were glad you didn't go to kappa.

© all writing belongs to angellude. all characters belong to gege akutami.

[sunnidays]

—irritable roomie!suguru teaches you a lesson

MDNI, 18+

cw: spanking, pain, intercourse, p in v, rough

suguru’s got you on your hands and knees, bent over in a doggy position while he’s behind. your pajama shorts and panties are pulled down just enough to reveal the soft flesh of your bottom.

he takes a long look, relishing in the control he has over you right now. his left hand holds both of your wrists together tightly.

“you remember what i said? ten slaps. one for each time you’ve annoyed me today.”

a muffled “yes,” comes from your end where your face is stuffed into the pillow, both out of embarrassment and arousal.

suguru’s your roommate. or was, after this, who knows what you’ll be.

as his roommate, you made it your daily mission to piss him off because he’s so easy to ragebait. and you love that!

until he finally snapped and you’re forced to take punishment.

he almost loses himself, the way you’re already pathetically whimpering, the sight of your bare ass. it’s almost too much for him.

“one,” he growls, hand snapping down against your skin. “that’s for being a goddamn pain in my ass all day.”

another one follows quickly after, this time to your right cheek. “two. for acting like you don’t want this when we both know you do.”

your whimpers only encourage him, his grip tightening on your hip as he leans down to whisper in your ear, “and you’re gonna take every last one, naughty girl, until you learn.”

by the fifth slap, your hips are bucking against his clothed crotch, puffy folds pleading to be dealt with. you love it, he can tell. and he loves that you’re enjoying it. he loooves having you so submissive for once, vulnerable and begging for more.

“greedy girl,” he teases. “can’t even take five little smacks without demanding more.”

another smack, harder this time. “four more to go? can you handle it?”

your head turns to look back at him, nodding as tears brim at your eyes. you wriggle your fingers but he tightens his grip around your wrists.

“you’re a good girl,” he mutters, voice lowered and rough. “you’re taking your punishment so well.”

suguru lifts his hand again, bringing it back down onto your skin “three more.”

he doesn’t hold back for the last three. with every smack of his hand, he pours his irritation into it. it’s an almost twisted release for him— watching you squirm underneath him, seeing the red marks on your skin.

his hand stills on your cheek after the tenth slap, slowly rubbing the now hot skin. no skin on your ass is spared, it’s filled with his red hand prints.

even after that, you still egg him on. you push your ass against his crotch again, wiggling your bottom. turning your head back you give him an innocent smile.

“i’ve been a good girl, i took my punishment without complaining. will you give me a reward now?”

suguru’s torn between wanting to laugh and wanting to lose control. it’s like you know exactly what buttons to push, and he knows you’re doing it on purpose despite your innocent tone.

“you want a reward?” his finger traces around the area, admiring his work. “what makes you think you deserve it after teasing me all day?”

another pitiful whine from you and his eyes travel down to your glistening folds. the leaking slick is enough to make him lose all sense of control. “i can’t help it suguu..”

“you’re such a fucking brat,” his hand released the hold on your wrists to grab a fistful of your hair and bring your head back.

you’re practically melting by the time he finally buries deep into your aching pussy. the sensation sending ripples of pleasure through your body.

your moans hit him like a shockwave, so needy and raw. he’s trying hard not to cum so quickly but you’re just so tight around him. hot and slick, continuously dripping like a faucet.

“you like this baby? hmm?” his hands grip tighter around your hips, surely leaving bruises by tomorrow. “this what you were begging for huh?”

the thrusts are harder than you expected, making you struggle to verbalize yourself so you only nod, hands knotted around the sheets.

god he wish he could paint a picture and keep this forever. he loves it— the power he has over you. he can’t get enough of you, the sounds you make, the way you react so well to his touch.

just when you thought it couldn’t get any rougher, his nails dig into your skin as he pulls you back to push in deeper, his leaking tip kissing your cervix. the budge in your stomach grows bigger the more he slams into you.

with a loud “fuuuuuckkkk,” his cock twitches, releasing ropes of thick fluid inside. and he doesn’t pull out until he’s 100% sure he’s empty everything.

“learned your lesson yet?” oh yeah. you have.

[sunnidays]

fwb!suguru refuses to be vulnerable with you pt2 final. pt1 here

—art by mochida813 on twt!

you promised you would get over him. over his stupid perfect face, that incredibly charming smile, the way he’d say your name softly like it was secret just between you two. but damn was it hard. you had gotten so used to collapsing into his arms whenever he called, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

suguru always claimed it was nothing more. but the memories were stuck on repeat. he’d pull you close, arm draped around your waist while his nose buried deep into your neck.

“you’re so pretty baby,” he’d whispered into your ear, like a prayer while leaving small kisses. suguru melted around you, clinging like a baby koala. and you’d hold him like he was the only thing that mattered. some nights you’d get ready to leave but he would hold on to your wrist lightly, tugging you back, “don’t go yet, please baby.”

but it clearly meant nothing to him. he would never love you back. to him, you were only a source of comfort. for a while you pretended to be okay with that but eventually it became clear you felt more.

three weeks passed, the longest you’ve been without him at night. it’s been hard to sleep, hard to eat. you grieved a man who was still alive.

every time your phone screen lit up, you jump to grab it in hopes it was suguru but it was never him. your finger hovered over the call button so many times, much like tonight.

the song you both loved shuffled on while you were reading a book making you freeze, eyes drifting to your phone. you could practically hear suguru’s voice singing along.

the screen illuminated your face with the picture of his contact staring back at you, almost taunting. you missed him so much. were you a fool? absolutely. but only a fool for him.

it’s late, he wouldn’t pick up. knowing him, he probably found a new girl by now. she was probably curled up in your space while he whispered sweet nothings in her ear.

your mind and heart debated, struggled to fight for dominance until you ultimately chucked your phone across the bed. life is better without him, you’re sure of it.

ding!

the doorbell chimes throughout the empty apartment. it’s almost 11, who has the nerve to bother you this late?

with a grumble you throw your legs over the bed and shuffle towards the door. the doorbell rings again, then for a third time.

“i’m coming! relax!” you shout.

it could be your mom with an emergency, or your friend. anyone but the person who broke your heart.

you stand corrected.

suguru tries to stand nonchalantly against your door frame. as if he hadn’t just drove twenty minutes to your place at night on a random tuesday.

“about time.” his voice. his pretty, honey-like voice.

your fingers tremble at your sides, fighting to reach out to wrap around his body. the very man you loathe but loved was just here at your door after three weeks of no-contact.

“gonna let me in or what?” he passes you before you can reply.

he looks so foreign in your cozy home. his dark clothes and height dulls out your home as he stands in the middle, looking around.

as if an instinct, your legs are taking you to him. arms wrapping around his waist, your head hitting with his chest with a soft thud.

for a moment suguru stands still, arms frozen in the air as he debates but his arms join you soon after. his chin rests atop your head. this feels right. you feel right.

“i’ve missed you,” you can hear the small crack in his voice.

silence…then, “and i love you. more than you’ll ever know. i never wanted to admit it but dammit i love you. iloveyouiloveyou. i. love. you.”

you can’t help but chuckle at his repetition. “i love you too.”

[sunnidays]

fwb!suguru refuses to be vulnerable with you.

—•—

cw: slight mention of sex, slight mischaracterization,

inspired by this song

—•—

smoke curls from his lips as his fingers traced lazy circles on your shoulder. you mirrored the motion, your finger drawing small 8s on his toned abdomen, a silent language only you two understood.

suguru only called during late nights, and you knew exactly what he wanted. but as you lay against his chest, a nagging thought pestered your mind, that there could be more. he offers you his cigarette, but you shake your head. "you know i don't smoke. and i hate when you do." The words were a gentle rebuke, but he chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest.

his laugh irritates you. it’s a reminder of the relationship between you. not friends, not lovers, something worse.

"i don't need you to care for me," he said, his voice a low hum.

he laughs again, brushing your hair away from your face. "need i remind you why you're here?" the words were a cold splash, and you smacked his hand away, a warning in your touch earning a “tsk” from him.

he lies back down, going back to smoking. the room is a mess, clothes scattered everywhere, evidence of the passion that had consumed you both.

suguru’s so loving and gentle while making love. he promises you the whole world while deep in you, legs over his shoulders.

he says he wants you to be his and his only as his tongue glides across your collarbones. he swears he wants to put a baby in you as he leans over to press himself against your back. his hands gripping onto your hips serves as a silent promise that he’ll make you his officially...one day.

but the words were just that — words. he’d spill his hot liquid inside you, and suddenly, it was like it never happened.

he’s all “i never said that,” or “you’re misremembering,” which drives you crazy because you know what you heard. but really, it’s on you for believing what he says. even after the 20th night together, you chose to foolishly believe him.

you love him. you know how he is outside of the late-nights. you see how he treats others. but suguru refuses to admit his own feelings. admitting would mean he would have to be vulnerable and lord knows the last thing he wants to be is vulnerable.

so suguru pushes you away, he disguises his confessions as dirty talk. who knows what would happen if you were to truly know.

“jerk!” you throw his shirt at him, it lands with a soft thud at his feet. “i already told you to quit getting into your feelings.” his voice was anything but sweet now as he stood in the doorway, pants loosely pulled up.

“sorry for believing you could ever change!” you shout, desperately searching for your clothing. an annoyed chuckle comes from him as he watches you scramble. “i didn’t tell you to fall in love with me did i?”

a harsh slap lands across his face. “i am not in love with you,” you spat, finger jabbing into his chest. “i was clearly mistaken.” the words hung in the air as you slammed the door shut, leaving suguru laughing, a dark, disbelieving sound.

he runs a hand through his hair. if only you knew the truth.

[sunnidays]

ughhh!!! i love pouty mennnn😣 i love when they’re so serious/grumpy and mysterious. just something about that yaknow? and they’re older too😍 (gonna ignore that im 22 and practically gonna be unc soon)

[sunnidays]

jjk twitter links !! MDNI. log into twt to see. click on the colored words for the link.

—•—

horny choso missed you so much while you’re on vacation. he can’t help but send a naughty video of himself jerking off to the thought of you while wearing the matching pjs you bought for Christmas. he can’t wait until you come back home, he’s ready to tear into your pussy.

—•—

as an apology, situationship!satoru eats you out. it’s his way of saying sorry after flirting with another girl at the bar, of course he only did it to see if you’d get jealous. after all, you were getting hit on left and right all the while he had to stand and watch.

—•—

you’ve been wanting to try out something different with your new boyfriend nanami but never had the courage to try. nanami, the loving and encouraging man that he is, guides you as you bounce your hips on him. needless to say, he’s going to ask for this more often.

—•—

toji loves that he can just pick you up and do whatever he pleases with you. like sliding his cock between your wet pussy but not inserting just yet. he edges you until you can’t take it anymore. but still, he won’t fuck you. not yet.

—•—

things have been stressful at work lately, hiromi can’t find the energy to fuck you rough and crazy like he usually does so he settles for missionary. but even then, he makes sure to please his pretty girl by gripping your thighs, and rubbing your clit. he can’t let his baby girl go unfinished.

—•—

ever since you mentioned being on birth control, suguru had one mission in mind. to cum inside. after many nights of begging, you finally let him and he doesn’t disappoint. he fills your tight cunt up as much as he can, making your squirt in the process. then he goes back for more because he can’t believe how good it feels.

—•—

sukuna wants you to bear all his children. he wants as many mini you and mini him running around as possible. he loves breeding you. it doesn’t help that you’re so submissive and ready too.

[sunnidays]

|| cowboy satoru x reader

divider from @/saradika

creds to original artist! couldn’t find them :(

the crowd is loud and intense as the riders zip by on their horses. everyone looks forward to spring, it’s when the rodeo happens. where men and women come together and mingle all the while pretending they aren’t interested in one another.

you flick your gaze to the jumbotron as the speaker announces the next rider. immediately the crowd levels up their excitement. satoru gojo, the foreign cowboy. recently he’s been making headlines on social media for his insane tricks while riding.

he’s extremely attractive, the blindfold really completes his whole mysterious vibe. it wasn’t until last week that he revealed his eyes and had women everywhere falling for him.

and you? you were one of the few women who didn’t fawn over him. not because you didn’t find him attractive but because you had more important things to focus on. like capturing a clear photo of him so you could publish a hit story with it. it would be the big break you deserved after working tirelessly at your company.

as satoru passes by, you quickly take a few shots but grumble when you notice all were blurry. dammit, if only he would stay still—

snap!

“yes! this is perfect!” you’re too busy examining the picture to realize the hat that had fallen besides your feet. “mind handing me that darling?”

you reach down without looking up and begin to hand the hat towards its owner until your eyes met with none other than satoru. he’s wearing a smirk on his face as he extends a hand out.

“you ought to pay attention, young lady,” you’re stunned as he winks at you, shocked by both the audacity and aura. why was this man so mesmerizing?

a flash from a fellow photographer snaps you out of your daze, you quickly clear your throat. “just uh, be careful next time,” your voice is anything but cool and collected right now.

satoru chuckles at that. “don’t need a little lady to tell me twice.” instead of continuing on, one of his hand is held tightly onto the reins while the other takes the hat and places it on top of your head.

the cameras go off in an instant, flashes are blinding you left and right. did he really just do that? did he really just do the cowboy hat rule?!? theeee satoru gojo?!?

you’re finally gonna make headlines now, just not the way you expected.

[sunnidays]

satoru gojo x reader

word count: 749

a/n: tried to keep it accurate but this is fanfic so don’t come at me for any inaccuracies pls🙏 hope you like!! also didn’t do a grammar check or second draft so enjoy my thoughts written directly from my brain.

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satoru gojo. he’s not one to settle. not because he doesn’t want to, or that he loves sleeping around. he can’t afford to. being the most powerful sorcerer means giving up other aspects of his life, the major one being love.

for some time, that void was filled with his closest friend suguru. it was easy to be around him. it was comfortable. but we all know how that ended, so satoru shut himself out.

besides, with great power comes great responsibilities. and that’s what he focused on for a while. work, transform, adapt, improve. love became less of his worries. not that he really thought about it anymore anyways.

sometimes though.

sometimes he’d lie in bed, the crickets chirping in night filling his silent room, and he’d think of what life would be like if he wasn’t…him.

how free would life be if he was simply satoru and not satoru. but what good would it do to dwell on such thoughts? this was his life and he couldn’t change it.

just like he couldn’t change the way his heart leaped as he stared at the pretty girl from afar. like a movie scene, the sunlight hit you so perfectly as you kneeled down, throwing pieces of bread to the ducks.

such a simple gesture, one satoru wished he could do. initially, he was admiring how freely you were living but then his attention turn to you.

it had been a long time since satoru had felt anything for anyone. was it romantic? maybe..but it wouldn’t blossom so soon. perhaps just admiration. or interest. whatever it was, it had him walking over to you.

his first instinct was to say something teasing but when you flashed that smile he felt himself falter. he knelt down with you, “satoru.” he didn’t bother with a proper introduction. somehow, he felt you understood him already.

your smile stayed on your face as you introduced yourself back. a quick handshake then back to feeding the ducks. he’d sneak a few glances at you then back at the water.

“you always do this?” it wasn’t meant to sound rude but it harbored a hint of judgement. you shake your head, “only once in awhile. it’s spring, perfect time for it.”

satoru nodded.

he watched as you continued to feed the ducks. the conversation was short but comfortable. it was as if you’ve known each other for years.

but it was over as soon as it started. he watched you wave and walk away. it was simply just a chance encounter. one where you meet someone briefly and then life goes on.

right?

wrong.

quiet nights began to change. satoru would turn off the lights, put on some soft music then close his eyes to try and imagine a picture of this pretty stranger. it was like his heart longed for you.

for a moment he let himself fall into delusion. satoru gojo, the strongest sorcerer. satoru gojo, the undefeated.

satoru gojo, the one who just wanted to be loved. satoru gojo, the one who wanted to be seen as human rather than a tool. satoru gojo.

the void he thought he patched up long ago began to crack and for once, he was afraid. afraid of what could come next. afraid that he didn’t have control over something. this was new territory.

how could a short interaction with someone have this much hold over him? it didn’t make any sense. but then again, nothing in his life ever made sense.

he wasn’t sure what he was doing but here he was, hands shoved into his pockets walking along the pond, in hopes of seeing a particular someone. yes he knows, he should be back at jujutsu high but he had a theory he wanted to test.

if he didn’t see you today, he would leave and forget it ever happened. but if somehow, you showed up. he would at least entertain the idea of getting to know you. as friends…of course.

the kids were calling him, asking him where he was. he made up an excuse. how silly was he? he was sitting on this bench, waiting for someone who surely wouldn’t come.

his feet shuffle against the ground as he readied to leave. it just wasn’t meant to be.

“satoru?”

satoru picked up his head. no, it couldn’t be. there was no way his theory worked. but there you were, picnic basket in hand, same radiant smile.

“funny seeing you again!”

it was like a bright aura surrounded as you spoke. suddenly his throat dried up and his hands grew clammy. he reached behind to rub his neck, now awkward.

“have you come to feed the ducks again?” his eyes follow as you point to the pond.

“no, just on a stroll.” smooth satoru, good job.

a moment of silence washes over the two of you before you spoke, “mind if I join you?” your voice so soft and gentle.

“not at all!” he definitely said that way too quickly. so there you two went, walking side by side talking about everything under the sun. satoru even found himself smiling, letting loose for once.

for a second, he wondered if you a were a curse disguised as a gorgeous woman to distract him. but then again, he’d know if you were.

“so where’d you grow up?” you turn to face him, “here.” you replied. “born and raised.” he was so interested in your life. interested in how someone who grew up typical lived. he hadn’t stop to think how unusual it sounded for him to keep asking questions.

however, you didn’t mind. you replied to each question with much thought.

“that’s about it. and now i work part-time at my father’s cafe while i do freelance writing.” again, so simple yet so freeing.

“you wish to be a writer or?” you shrugged, “maybe one day. but for now im content with my life. sounds pretty boring doesn’t it?”

“not at all, actually pretty…fascinating.”

your phone buzzes and you excuse yourself. “i’m needed at the cafe, I’ll catch you next time?” satoru nods, “next time.”

what was it that was so special about you? why did satoru suddenly feel the urge to open up his heart again? no..it’s too risky for him to take this further.

he practically has a bounty on his head. and having someone like you— an average citizen— would cause too much trouble for everyone.

he didn’t even want to think about the possibilities of having you around. they’d use you as threat. whatever he was feeling for you, he’ll push it away. for now at least. today, he’s satoru gojo the strongest. but maybe one day he’ll just be satoru gojo, the lover man. one day…

[sunnidays]

satoru gojo x reader

word count: 749

a/n: tried to keep it accurate but this is fanfic so don’t come at me for any inaccuracies pls🙏 hope you like!! also didn’t do a grammar check or second draft so enjoy my thoughts written directly from my brain.

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satoru gojo. he’s not one to settle. not because he doesn’t want to, or that he loves sleeping around. he can’t afford to. being the most powerful sorcerer means giving up other aspects of his life, the major one being love.

for some time, that void was filled with his closest friend suguru. it was easy to be around him. it was comfortable. but we all know how that ended, so satoru shut himself out.

besides, with great power comes great responsibilities. and that’s what he focused on for a while. work, transform, adapt, improve. love became less of his worries. not that he really thought about it anymore anyways.

sometimes though.

sometimes he’d lie in bed, the crickets chirping in night filling his silent room, and he’d think of what life would be like if he wasn’t…him.

how free would life be if he was simply satoru and not satoru. but what good would it do to dwell on such thoughts? this was his life and he couldn’t change it.

just like he couldn’t change the way his heart leaped as he stared at the pretty girl from afar. like a movie scene, the sunlight hit you so perfectly as you kneeled down, throwing pieces of bread to the ducks.

such a simple gesture, one satoru wished he could do. initially, he was admiring how freely you were living but then his attention turn to you.

it had been a long time since satoru had felt anything for anyone. was it romantic? maybe..but it wouldn’t blossom so soon. perhaps just admiration. or interest. whatever it was, it had him walking over to you.

his first instinct was to say something teasing but when you flashed that smile he felt himself falter. he knelt down with you, “satoru.” he didn’t bother with a proper introduction. somehow, he felt you understood him already.

your smile stayed on your face as you introduced yourself back. a quick handshake then back to feeding the ducks. he’d sneak a few glances at you then back at the water.

“you always do this?” it wasn’t meant to sound rude but it harbored a hint of judgement. you shake your head, “only once in awhile. it’s spring, perfect time for it.”

satoru nodded.

he watched as you continued to feed the ducks. the conversation was short but comfortable. it was as if you’ve known each other for years.

but it was over as soon as it started. he watched you wave and walk away. it was simply just a chance encounter. one where you meet someone briefly and then life goes on.

right?

wrong.

quiet nights began to change. satoru would turn off the lights, put on some soft music then close his eyes to try and imagine a picture of this pretty stranger. it was like his heart longed for you.

for a moment he let himself fall into delusion. satoru gojo, the strongest sorcerer. satoru gojo, the undefeated.

satoru gojo, the one who just wanted to be loved. satoru gojo, the one who wanted to be seen as human rather than a tool. satoru gojo.

the void he thought he patched up long ago began to crack and for once, he was afraid. afraid of what could come next. afraid that he didn’t have control over something. this was new territory.

how could a short interaction with someone have this much hold over him? it didn’t make any sense. but then again, nothing in his life ever made sense.

he wasn’t sure what he was doing but here he was, hands shoved into his pockets walking along the pond, in hopes of seeing a particular someone. yes he knows, he should be back at jujutsu high but he had a theory he wanted to test.

if he didn’t see you today, he would leave and forget it ever happened. but if somehow, you showed up. he would at least entertain the idea of getting to know you. as friends…of course.

the kids were calling him, asking him where he was. he made up an excuse. how silly was he? he was sitting on this bench, waiting for someone who surely wouldn’t come.

his feet shuffle against the ground as he readied to leave. it just wasn’t meant to be.

“satoru?”

satoru picked up his head. no, it couldn’t be. there was no way his theory worked. but there you were, picnic basket in hand, same radiant smile.

“funny seeing you again!”

it was like a bright aura surrounded as you spoke. suddenly his throat dried up and his hands grew clammy. he reached behind to rub his neck, now awkward.

“have you come to feed the ducks again?” his eyes follow as you point to the pond.

“no, just on a stroll.” smooth satoru, good job.

a moment of silence washes over the two of you before you spoke, “mind if I join you?” your voice so soft and gentle.

“not at all!” he definitely said that way too quickly. so there you two went, walking side by side talking about everything under the sun. satoru even found himself smiling, letting loose for once.

for a second, he wondered if you a were a curse disguised as a gorgeous woman to distract him. but then again, he’d know if you were.

“so where’d you grow up?” you turn to face him, “here.” you replied. “born and raised.” he was so interested in your life. interested in how someone who grew up typical lived. he hadn’t stop to think how unusual it sounded for him to keep asking questions.

however, you didn’t mind. you replied to each question with much thought.

“that’s about it. and now i work part-time at my father’s cafe while i do freelance writing.” again, so simple yet so freeing.

“you wish to be a writer or?” you shrugged, “maybe one day. but for now im content with my life. sounds pretty boring doesn’t it?”

“not at all, actually pretty…fascinating.”

your phone buzzes and you excuse yourself. “i’m needed at the cafe, I’ll catch you next time?” satoru nods, “next time.”

what was it that was so special about you? why did satoru suddenly feel the urge to open up his heart again? no..it’s too risky for him to take this further.

he practically has a bounty on his head. and having someone like you— an average citizen— would cause too much trouble for everyone.

he didn’t even want to think about the possibilities of having you around. they’d use you as threat. whatever he was feeling for you, he’ll push it away. for now at least. today, he’s satoru gojo the strongest. but maybe one day he’ll just be satoru gojo, the lover man. one day…

[sunnidays]

Hiromi x Reader - The Other Woman

Summary: Hiromi finds comfort in you when his marriage begins to bore him, what he didn’t expect was for you to find out so soon.

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WC: 700 something

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It was never meant to go this far.

Hiromi’s eyes drifted to the ceiling, the soft hum of the air conditioner the only sound in the room. You slept peacefully beside him, your gentle breathing a soothing melody. He shouldn't be here, curled up against you in your cozy apartment. He was a married man, after all.

It started innocently enough – a chance encounter, a small crush. He saw you picking out flowers, and something about your smile caught his attention. Hiromi brushed it off, but fate seemed to have other plans. You collided, literally, and he was hooked. He couldn't stay away, no matter how hard he tried.

Home life was a hollow shell, a routine of convenience rather than connection. His wife and he existed in parallel, rarely intersecting. Yet, neither initiated a divorce.

Hiromi figured he’d spend one night with you then disappear. But damn was it hard. Your presence kept luring him in, and he fell deeper.

Hiromi didn't think twice about his actions, slip his ring off, tuck away the picture of his wife, and replace it with one of you. It was a lie, a fragile web of deceit.

But he grew too comfortable, letting his guard down. And you found out. The surprise dinner, the bouquet, the smile – it all came crashing down. You saw him with his wife, saw the ring on his finger, and your world halted.

The aftermath was a blur – seventy missed calls, forty-five texts, none of which you responded to. He deserved it, he knew. He was a cheater, a liar. But the thought of losing you was unbearable.

"Please, can we talk?" a final text.

Against your better judgment, you accepted.

He arrived at your apartment, his heart heavy with regret. His hands reached for you, but you pulled away, a soft warning: "Don't."

Hiromi knelt, clinging to your legs, apologizing over and over. You fought hard to keep your composure, your hands balled into fists. "Stop that, you're embarrassing yourself Higuruma."

"Embarrassing? I don't care...just please, forgive me, my love."

The words hung in the air, and for a moment, there seemed to be a glimmer of hope. But your hands reached down to help him up, and the look in your eyes told otherwise.

"I'd rather go blind than watch you walk away from me." your voice cracked, while his heart pounded.

"But...you lied to me. And I cannot continue a relationship built on lies."

The truth hung heavy, a weight neither of you could ignore. He knew he was wrong, knew he'd ruined everything. A thumb wiped away your tears as he struggled to voice his next thoughts.

"I'm sorry...I truly am. I'm a terrible human being...I never deserved you."

There was nothing left to say. From the start, he always knew this would be how it ended.

[sunnidays]

Fratjo & Nerdjo

Summary: fratjo is secretly in love with you but refuses to confess b/c he thinks you like nerdjo

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WC: 566

{creds to original artist for the art}

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Satoru hated seeing you and Shohei so close together. Huddled up together, reading an article about a research or some shit like that. He couldn't care less about the topic, his attention fixated on your pretty face.

That face he secretly wanted, secretly longed for during cold nights. He’d been obsessed from the moment you shook his hand, a year ago, innocent smile on your lips. You treated him like a person, not a tool to climb the social ladder, and he was drawn to that.

“Satoru!” As he watched, you pointed at something, and Satoru's gaze followed, landing on the university newsletter with his picture front and center. You giggled, and he couldn't help but smile, his eyes drinking in the curve of your lips. You teased him, calling him a monkey, and he retaliated, ruffling your hair.

He was so in love with you.

The banter was familiar, comfortable. You chased him down the hall, shrieking, and he dashed away, laughing. When he snatched you up, wrapping his arms around your waist, you squealed, laughing and punching his arm. "Lovie," he whispered, you in his arms felt right. “S not funny Satoru!”

The moment was over when you reach Shohei. One look from Shohei, and you left with him, as you always did. Satoru's mood turned sour, his hands shoving into his pockets. How could he ever confess?

If Shohei wasn’t his twin brother, he would’ve started resenting him by now.

Later, you snuck up behind him, covering his eyes. "Y/n?” he whispered, his mood lifting instantly. You peek your head from the side “surprise!” then plopped down beside him, sharing your egg sandwich.

“Sharing? You’re awfully nice today.”

“Mhmhm, so you better appreciate it.”

“I didn’t say otherwise.”

Satoru moves closer to you, taking his pointer finger dipping it into the bag to lean it towards him. Bbq flavor. His favorite.

If he didn’t know better, he’d assume you were sending hidden signals. Oh well, better not dwell on it.

“You look lost in thought. What is it? Thinking of pretty I look hmm?” Yes. But he wouldn’t dare to say it aloud. “Nah, you’re not my type.”

Your lips frown and soon, the banter begins again. You teased him, and he played along, but a sliver of hurt lingered.

“I’m not your type? Oh right, that’s because you’re not the type to commit,” you remind him. You saw him as a party animal, not serious about relationships. He wanted to prove you wrong so bad.

"I don't do that – not anymore, at least," he said, vulnerability creeping in. Your eyes soften, “Toru, I’m sorry…I didn’t mean it.”

He can’t stay upset when you’re this cute apologizing.

Satoru throws an arm around your shoulder, “it’s okay. I was being a baby anyways.” You rested your head on his shoulder, and he froze, his heart thumping. Don't move, he willed, savoring the feel of you against him. For just a moment, he’ll pretend you’re his.