sunni

not a professional writer, just love to write.

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— about moi

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jjk + cod enthusiast, but i post abt anything

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— about my blog

fics are not grammar/spell checked

sometimes write nsfw, read at your own caution

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missin my puppy boy rn😞

(p.s, i posted an emailing with Valko au on my tt if ur interested!! sunniluvsguru on tt)

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— demon king + his smaller human wife (size kink, mdni)

Out of the seven concubines he possesses, you were his favorite. Why? Simply because you were human. The other six were a variety of half-human, half demon or full demon ladies.

And being the twisted sadistic demon lord Sukuna was, he loved seeing you in pain from his size. You were much smaller than the others, which meant everything about you was also small.

Especially your cunt.

Just thinking about his girth sliding into your tight pussy had him drooling. He’d be bored out of his mind with endless conversations with other nobles; so to combat that, he’d daydream about fucking you senselessly.

He loved when you squirmed under him as he first enters. Those soft noises you make when you plea with him not to push further. One of his arms would run over your stomach where it bulged from his impossibly large cock.

Sukuna was a sick fuck, he’d torture you by speeding up until he felt your walls contracting around him. Then he’d slow down forcing delay to your climax.

“C’mon..be a good girl for me,” he’d coo into your ear. His upper right arm would wipe away a fallen tear. “I’m almost there. Hold out for me yeah? I know you can.”

Unlike the other concubines, handling all 7-foot of him was much harder for you.

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— gege knows best (v-card loss, piv, mention of head, mdni)

“Gege knows best.” Three words you’ve heard repeatedly growing up with Caleb. He was always so insistent that you follow what he said and did. As if being three years older magically had a superiority hold or something.

Most of the time you agreed because you didn’t know better. But there were a few times when you’d rebel. That would be followed by a long, boring lecture from Caleb.

Even now, you listened to him.

“Move your big feet,” you grumble pushing his foot away from your face. You were peacefully finishing your homework on the coffee table when he decided to intrude. He chuckles and leans over to ruffle your hair.

“Stop it! You’re annoying!” You flatten your hair with a huff.

After he finished laughing, he eyed your homework. “Intro to chem? Sounds boring.” You mock him while narrowing your eyes at him.

Silence, finally. Then his voice interrupts your thoughts again.

“Have you met anyone on campus? Anyone special.” You turn to look at him. “Wouldn’t you like to know weather-boy.” He raises a brow curiously, “weather-boy? what does that even mean?”

You stifle a laugh before shaking your head. “It’s a meme. But yes.” With a sigh, you turn back to your computer. But then Caleb probes you.

“Oh? Do tell who this “special” person is.”

“No. You don’t need to know.”

“C’mon, I won’t tell.”

After five minutes of back and forth, you finally gave in. Why? Because he used those three words again, “Gege knows best,” followed by, “I can give you advice.”

“Oh yeah? Okay then gege, how do you give the best, sloppy, amazing head so he’ll fall in love with me?” It was a joke…mostly.

But somehow, you ended up between his thighs, homework forgotten. His pants? Gone, thrown somewhere three feet away. And in front of you displayed Caleb’s already stiff cock. As if he were waiting for this day.

With wide, curious eyes, your fingertip slowly reaches out to poke his tip. He shudders and slightly groans at the touch. “Ah shit— hold on. It’s sensitive.” He adjusts his position, bringing himself closer to you.

“Stick out your tongue,” as if being hypnotized, you stick your tongue out. Something bubbles inside you as he brings his cock to your tongue. “Hah…that’s it,” he moans, dick sliding against your wet tongue.

His right hand grips onto your hair, not tightly but guiding as you closed your mouth around him. “Hollow out your cheeks,” he instructs, pushing your head lower. You gag and instinctively pull away, coughing.

“Oh shit— I’m sorry…didn’t meant to.”

Learning how to suck cock didn’t go to plan so Caleb convinces you to let him use your pussy. After all, you were already soaked.

He guides you to lean over the couch, ass arched towards him. “Just relax okay? I’ll go slow,” his dick slides between your folds gently as he prepares you. His left hands has a hold on your neck gently to force you to look back at him, while his right gropes your chest.

“Mhm, look how ready you are for gege. You’re such a slut, you know that right?” He teases your entrance with his tip. He’ll slip it in then back out, just enough for you to feel but not bleed just yet.

“Can gege put it in? All the way?” He asked softly, already slipping it in. A straggled “mhm-hm” is all he needs before thrusting in his whole length.

“Sshh, I’ll be careful. Promise.” His thumb brushes over your bottom lip to comfort you.

After the initial pain subsided, the pleasure comes in through lewd moans from you. Once he knew you were okay, Caleb began to thrust in a way you didn’t know even existed. His tip kissed your cervix everytime he went back in. How was this possible? A dick so big it bulged your lower belly.

“No one can make you feel this way…gege’s always loved you. From day one. Remember it.” Caleb shamelessly makes love as if it were his full time job. As if he wants your insides to remember his girth.

Your walls tighten around him the faster he goes making it harder to hold back.

“You keep doing that and I’m going to cum,” he mewls into your ear. “Is that what you want? You want older brother’s cum in you?”

He doesn’t wait for your answer before hot liquid seeps into your cervix. Perhaps gege does know best.

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— the heart wants it wants pt3 (pt1 &pt2)

Instead of going on one of your stupid little dates where Satoru pretends it’s too sappy, he’s stuck getting high with his frat brothers. The events from last week replays constantly in his mind.

Noticing he’s staring off into distance, Suguru places a blunt between his lips. It momentarily distracts Satoru until he realized what it was. “Get that shit away from me,” he grumbles, already pushing Suguru’s hand away.

Suguru gives him a half-amused smile, throwing his hands up in the air. Satoru had quit smoking a week after he met you. He had let you ramble on about the negative effects mary jane had on the brain and so on before he finally surrendered.

As he reminisced, he quietly chuckles. You were always so cute that way. Whenever you were passionate about a subject, you’d rant to him on and on. The facts were never-ending. Even when he didn’t understand or truly cared, he’d still listen. Because it made you smile and your smile was his favorite thing.

“Just man the fuck up and text her bro,” Suguru says while he’s lighting a cigarette. Satoru snaps his head towards him, eyes narrowing.

“I can’t just ‘text her’. She hates me right now.”

You know it serious when even Suguru pauses his smoking. “Oh and the perfect way to get her back is to ignore her right? Dude, c’mon you’re not that dumb.”

An offended scoffs comes from Satoru as he processes his words. Suguru wasn’t wrong. The sight of your disappointed face as Yumi threw her hands around him haunted his dreams. When he tried to sleep at night, all he could picture was you. He messed up. Big time.

Satoru wasn’t even sure when he left but he was fast walking across the campus towards your dorm. Texting wouldn’t do. He needed to talk in person. Needed to apologize face-to-face.

Halfway to your dorm, the heavy clouds began releasing big droplets of rain onto him. Satoru quietly cursed himself and the sky. Maybe this was the universe’s way of telling him how heartbroken you were. In that case, he strutted on.

The rain soaked him completely. His previously dry clothes clung onto his body like plastic wrap. His sneakers sloshed with water as he walked. Anything to prove that he needed you back.

It didn’t take much convincing to be let into your dorm and up to your floor. Everyone knew Satoru Gojo. Even the RA knew better than to intervene. Especially when the Satoru Gojo came walking in drenched at 11:36pm.

Fully expecting you, he cleared his throat and knocked five times. The secret knock you both shared, the one that meant “I love you baby.”

But instead of seeing your pretty face, he was met with your roommate who stared at him like he was clinically insane.

“You’re looking for her I’m assuming?” Even your roommate seemed tired of Satoru. “She’s not here, she went out with one of her department peers.”

Satoru’s brow raised immediately. “You’re kidding me? Who? When? Where?” Only when your roommate gave him an expression did he realize he was leaning towards her in frustration.

“Chill dude, she’ll be back in an hour. Gosh, you’re like the weird possessive ex—“

“I’m not,” he cut her off sharply.

Without looking back, he stormed back downstairs to the lobby. If waiting was what he needed to do, he’ll do it happily. Even if it meant staying until 4am. He needed you to know how much he loved you.

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— babydaddy!toji loves his baby mama (mdni)

Thinking about how babydaddy!toji can’t stay away from you. You’ve been divorced for months now but everytime you drop off Megumi, Toji somehow keeps you around for longer.

It’s supposed to be a quick 5-10 minute trip but it stretches longer the more you visit. At first it was an innocent plea, asking you to stay to make sure Megumi could nap. Then the next time, the excuse was that he had leftovers that he couldn’t finish and wanted to share.

Eventually that turned into Toji pressing you into the bed you used to share. He’d cover your mouth while ramming into you from behind. Something about “can’t stay away from this pussy,” or whatever.

He loves seeing the internal debate you have while his pretty cock fills you up in missionary. He’s slow at first, thrusting so you’ll remember it for later. Then when you finally get over your morals, he speeds up.

The headboard clacks against the wall as the bed thuds underneath you two. He’s got your leg pressed against your chest and thrown over his shoulder as he drives into you. Sweat forming at his forehead.

He’s been going for at least ten minutes now and he doesn’t wanna stop.

“S’good…gonna put—“ another hard thrust, “‘nother baby in you.” He mewls. His hands grip hard at the plush around your hips.

“Ahh..fuck. Too tight…this is why I need to fuck you..you’ve been too lonely.” Excuses after excuses so he can fill you up each time you visit. And you fall or it every. single. time.

Toji can’t help it. He just loves his baby mama too much.

a/n: my first toji fic?? just realized that.

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— sexting with simon (includes twt links, MDNI)

long missions always suck. especially when you’re horny and simon’s not there to help. so what better way to help yourself than send a message wearing that skimpy outfit he likes? he’d surely respond.

minutes later he returns your message with his own, a selfie angled from juuuust above where his cock is. that’s enough to make you melt.

but then he sends another. a video this time. followed by a message “how long do you think we’d last?”

simon knows his girl.

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— 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

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— 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.

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— 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.

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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.

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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)