#suguru

[belimah]

Yakuza AU by Lilly

[anglbunny]

G.SUGURU: Card games

𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ 18+ mdni.. bestfriend's brother!suguru.. pussy inspection?.. oral. f rec.. recording.. FYI severely not edited..

“And I bet you, you won’t have a royal flush by the end of this game,” you challenged Suguru Geto. Your best friend’s older brother by 6 years. The same person you grew up hanging around. And the same person you were currently playing cards with because your fake ass friend went out to run a quick errand. 

You weren’t mad, just… flustered? Being left alone with her older brother, who always watches you like a predator waiting any second to pounce on their prey. 

He did offer to buy what she needed, but she said no and left. 

It’s not like you were scared of him (you were), you grew up around him. It’s just that things are different now. He’s older and bigger, and hotter. And has abs now. Like what? 

“And if I end up with that by the end of the game, then?” he said, voice low, in a soothing way. 

“Then… You um.. You can get whatever you want.” 

“Whatever I want?” a pause, “Really?” 

“Yes, really.” 

For some reason, you were starting to feel hot under his piercing gaze. Those heavy eyes of his that undressed you before actions ever could. 

“What will you give me?” 

“Whatever you want, Suguru,” you groaned, repeating yourself, making him grin. “No take-backs, ok?” 

“Why… what do you want?” There was a small chance you might be regretting your words now. What if he makes you do something embarrassing or eat an insect or– or–

“You’ll see,” was all he said before grabbing the first card from the deck, placing it face up on the glass circle table that was centered in front of the dark leather sofa you and he were sharing, sitting on opposite ends. 

The game was coming closer to an end, and victory seemed far from reality for you. But Suguru ending with a royal flush was so fucking unlikely that you were relaxed. Even if you lost, Suguru technically wouldn’t win. 

Yeah. Or so you thought. Even with the impossible chances, once the game finished, and you accepted your loss, Suguru turned his hand in your direction, being met with what you could only describe as bullshit. 

There was no fucking way this man pulled it off. Whether he cheated or didn’t, the chances of getting a Royal Flush are incredibly low. One in a Million type beat. So how? 

While you were having an existential crisis, pacing around the living room, Suguru came up behind you, wrapping those large, veiny arms around your midsection, making you jump. 

“So about that deal.” 

“...what do you want.. And– before you say anything, I’m not eating inse–”

“Let me play with your pussy.” 

What?

—

Somehow, your friend was still missing, and some-fucking-how in that time frame of her not being a part of her own household, you have somehow managed to fuck yourself up both physically and mentally and have gotten in bed with your friend’s older brother—in his bed—while he inspects your pussy like it’s a cold case. 

“You keep twitching, are you horny?” Geto teases, his warm breath fanning over your exposed cunt. 

“N-no, dickhead, I’m just— ohh– fuck!” You choke on your words—saliva—leaving the sentence on a cliffhanger. Suguru’s rough fingers, the backside, ghost over your swollen clit before leaving a harsh flick that has you moaning in pleasure. 

“Such a dirty liar and masochist,” The man coos, 2 fingers circling your entrance, all that unused slick sticking to his fingers, trailing them up to your poor abused clit, massaging the little bud between the 2 damp pads, rolling it between them. 

You bite your lower lip, shutting your eyes tight enough to hopefully wake up from whatever dream this is or fall asleep. But neither happened. Your body is too aware to fall asleep and too awake to be dreaming. 

Biting back any noises that threaten to slip out while he teases you like an untouched instrument. 

“Sugu–” 

“I’m going to record, ok?” 

“What!?” 

“Relax, I won’t show anyone,” he says calmly, pulling his phone out of the pocket of his grey sweats. You want to fight him, but do you really? As much as you want to run and kick him in the face, he can clearly see you’re enjoying this far more than him. 

“Such a pretty pussy,” he grins, your eyes squinting from the bright flash of his phone. Is this fucker really filming with flash on?

Your body has a physical reaction to the thought of him just having a recording of your bare body at his disposal, anytime he needs. 

His fingers stretch and play with your cunt, pulling it in all sorts of directions, getting every part of you on camera. He even films your insides as he slowly pushes the 2 fingers he’s been using on you inside. Watching how they fill your needy little hole. Your back arches, fingers tangled in the sheets, pulling harder. Eyes wandering over his perfect face, ‌stray hairs falling over his face, while the rest is messily tied. 

“She likes it,” he says, grinning at your reaction to his words. Face twisting in pleasure. 

“Record,” he demands, abruptly handing you the phone, not giving any sort of warning before diving in between your parted thighs. 

His soft lips come into contact with your soaking wet cunt. Tracing along your clit and down to your hole. Slipping his tongue inside, watching as your eyes roll to the back of your head, one of your hands unsteadily holding the camera, having it angled down to his hair while he devours you like a starved man. 

“You have the softest and sweetest fucking pussy. You taste like heaven, doll,” the man says with a mouthful, the vibrations reaching your core. His hands gripping and massaging your thighs, matching the rhythm of his tongue that moved like it knew its way around your body. 

He licks every corner and bump that sends you higher than the 7 skies. Touching each part that elicits the sluttiest noises out of your mouth and the tightest spasms from your muscles. 

His fingers dug into the squishy flesh of your thighs, nose bumping against your clit, leaving your thighs trembling. 

“So fucking—mm, good,” he groaned, making you scream his name, a way of informing him that you’re close, already. Might be one of your quickest orgasms. 

“Come on, pretty girl, I’m nowhere near done playing with you,” he chuckles at your needy whine at his words, “ok, ok, you can cum, go on.” 

Your back arches off the bed, phone slipping from your loose grip, landing somewhere in the sheets. 

He keeps sucking and licking and drinking you in like sin. Enjoying every untouched part of you. 

Your body shakes as release crashed over you in waves. Suguru slows his roll. Sucking more sensually, flicking your clit with his tongue only when needed. Once he’s pleased with your orgasm and your sudden body jolts, he pulls back. 

The dim glow in the room illuminated his slick-covered lips and chin, and that filthy smirk plastered across his face. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up before my sister beats both our asses,” he grins. Helping you up. 

“I’m never playing cards with you again.” 

“By the way, I cheated.” 

“You son of a–”

A/N: im back from my mini something hiatus, also no part 2, leave me alone and i'm working on my longer fics, i swear, no more tiny one shots, i've js been rllyyyyy sick

ꨄ︎Anglbunny | Do not copy, steal or translate my work and pngs. you'll be blocked.

[ryoride]

pornstar!suguru was 'almost addictive,' according to his frequent costars. He'd been a pornstar since he was 19? 20? He wasn't sure, but he knew if you looked at his first video versus his last, you'd be shocked.

pornstar!suguru who's first video sat on Pornhub with 75.8 million views, back when he was a moaning, whimpering mess getting ridden by another no-name actress, who was slung into stardom due to how hot that shoot was.

pornstar!suguru's latest video was reminiscent of it in a way; he was getting ridden, though now, the new actress was the whimpering, writhing mess every time his Prince Albert piercing kissed her cervix. After about five minutes, he gave up on her riding him and just started fucking up into her so the shoot could be over.

pornstar!suguru who primarily stayed single throughout his career... After an ex who had quite unsavory things to say about pornstar!shoko after coming across one of the films they were in together.

pornstar!suguru was fine with not going out with anyone—if they could demean another porn star, especially one of his closest friends... what could they be saying about him?

pornstar!suguru who felt almost speechless when pornstar!shoko invited him out to dinner with her old college roommate, recalling all the fun times the three of you had together just a few years prior. Instead, he was instantly flooded with the memory of losing his virginity to you on his shitty college dorm bed; for the first time in so long, he felt his face flushing... He could go through 20 tattoos, but the thought of you still made him weak.

pornstar!suguru came to the restaurant, pornstar!shoko chose, going as far as to dress up a little, wearing a button-up instead of his usual loose tee, and going as far as to throw on slacks he only bought for a shoot a few years before.

pornstar!suguru almost died when you pulled him into a hug, gushing about how long he'd grown out his hair, noting how silky it looked on his back... He could have sworn his heart stopped when you inspected his hand tattoos

pornstar!suguru who couldn't focus for half of dinner with how you kept smiling at him, giving him little updates on what you'd been up to since graduating, and how your eyes sparkled when he told you about his life lately.

pornstar!suguru felt like a freshman again when you kissed him goodbye, albeit it was on the cheek, but the feeling of your lips on his skin was a reminder of how things used to be—almost missing it when you told him you were moving back to tokyo and hoped to see him more often.

pornstar!suguru who jumped at the opportunity to help you move into your new apartment, quick to get your bed set up first, even decorating it for you just to ensure you had somewhere to sleep—then instantly regretted it when you flopped down stretching on the memory foam mattress, calling him over to 'feel how soft' the material was.

pornstar!suguru carefully laid next to you, nodding slightly in agreement that it was comfortable, when you sat up, joking that it was 'so much better' than the last bed you got him alone on, before lightly nudging his side—which wasn't wrong; it was an upgrade from his shitty twin-sized dorm bed.

pornstar!suguru whose muscles tensed up when you rested your head on his chest, fingers tracing over his tattoos, silently reminiscing on nights past—moments just like this that were still so different. "I miss this. I miss you"—those six words broke his heart and healed it in the same breath the moment they left his mouth. "Then come get me."

pornstar!suguru gave up on being a gentleman in that moment and climbed on top of you in an instant, hands already undoing the buttons on your shorts as you pushed his hair over his shoulder, his mouth pressing tender kisses to your forearm.

pornstar!suguru positioned his cockhead at your slit, slipping it through your wetness till his Prince Albert rubbed over your clit repeatedly. "Is this real to you?" He whispered, free hand gripping your hips. "Do I mean to you what you mean to me?" He stopped his dick right at your entrance, slowly easing his piercing in as you nodded frantically, pushing into you with a deep thrust. He covered your mouth as you cried out, tears brimming in your eyes while your back arched off the mattress.

pornstar!suguru whispered to you that it'd be ok as he started a steady & deep pace, sweeping his hand through your hair as he fucked you into the mattress, shushing you every time a whine managed to escape your throat. "I know, I know. Eyes on me, it's ok."

pornstar!suguru was already fighting an orgasm back two minutes in, forehead dropping to yours with an exhausted groan when your walls fluttered around his already throbbing cock. Pressing his lips into yours as his slow, calm pace turned into a frantic, groaning mess as he neared an orgasm.

pornstar!suguru who pulled your hips into his, and with a final mean thrust, spilled deep into you with a breathy whine as your arms wrapped around him, still shaking while he pressed soft kisses into your neck, his own arms wrapping around you to tug you into his chest as his cum slowly dripped onto your new bedsheets.

pornstar!suguru who was instantly reminded just why he was so hung up over you after graduation as you lay on his bare chest that night, tracing shapes into his abs, watching some shitty horror movie on his laptop while he kept his lips buried in your hair. He lost his other half once and would never let it happen again.

[polaroidsex]

᭡୧ swim coach!suguru fucking you inside the pool as a reward after you complete your session

the water laps warm around your waist as you surface for the last time, lungs burning, arms heavy from the final set he pushed you through. suguru stands at the edge of the pool, dark hair slicked back from the spray, towel slung low on his hips like he knew this was coming. his eyes track you the whole way, slow and heavy, the kind of look that says he’s been counting every stroke you gave him tonight.

“good girl,” he murmurs when you reach the wall, voice low enough that it barely carries over the quiet hum of the filtration system. one hand reaches down, fingers curling under your chin to tilt your face up. “you did exactly what i asked. every lap. no complaints.”

“i’ll need to practice more,” your chest is still heaving when he crouches, forearms resting on his thighs, close enough that you can smell the faint chlorine mixed with whatever soap he uses. he doesn’t rush. just watches the way your swimsuit clings, the way your nipples have tightened from the cool air hitting wet skin. his thumb brushes your lower lip once, almost absentmindedly.

“come here.”

you don’t even think about arguing. you push off the wall and he hauls you up like you weigh nothing, water sluicing down your body as he sets you on the tiled edge. his palms slide up your thighs, spreading them without ceremony, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh just below the hem of your suit. the pool deck is empty, lights dimmed for after-hours, but the risk still sits low in your belly like a live wire.

“sugu..”

“shh,” he leans in, mouth hot against the inside of your knee. “you earned this,” he says, breath ghosting higher. one finger hooks the crotch of your swimsuit, tugging it aside with a wet sound that makes your face heat. “my perfect little swimmer. always so good and fucking tight for me after practice.”

the first press of his cock is slow, deliberate, the thick head nudging through slick folds already embarrassingly wet from more than just pool water. you gasp at the stretch, hands flying to his shoulders as he sinks in inch by inch, water still dripping from his hair onto your chest. he bottoms out with a quiet grunt, hips flush to yours, and stays there for a second, letting you feel every ridge, every pulse.

“breathe,” he reminds you, voice rougher now. his hands grip your ass, holding you open as he starts to move, shallow rolls at first that make the water ripple around your joined bodies. each thrust pushes you back against the cool tile, the contrast of hot cock and cold edge making your toes curl.

he fucks you steady, unhurried, like he’s got all night to ruin you. the sound is shameless, wet skin slapping, your soft whimpers echoing off the high ceiling. every time he drags out, the head of his cock catches just right, and when he pushes back in he grinds deep, hips circling to press against that spot that makes your vision spark white.

“look at you,” he breathes, forehead dropping to yours. one hand leaves your ass to slip between you, thumb finding your clit with practiced ease. “taking your reward so well. gonna come on my cock right here where anyone could walk in?”

your thighs tremble around his waist. he doesn’t speed up, just keeps that same relentless rhythm, deep and thorough, thumb stroking tight circles until your back arches and the orgasm crashes over you without warning. you clench around him, a broken moan spilling out, and he groans low in his throat, fucking you through it with a few more hard snaps of his hips before he stills, spilling hot inside you.

he doesn’t pull out right away. just stays buried, breathing hard against your neck, one hand stroking soothingly down your spine as the water settles around you both.

“session’s not over yet,” he murmurs, lips brushing your ear. “catch your breath. we’re doing cool-down laps next.”

[radish-breath]

[amourarchive]

fratboy sukuna and his narcoleptic girlfriend

narcolepsy = a condition characterised by an extreme tendency to fall asleep whenever in relaxing surroundings

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a/n : hii guys!! weekly updates are starting, unfortunately next week may be a little delayed as i have a concert, my friends bday, my bday and a lot of other things!! please be patient

frat parties are basically just expensive naps in cute outfits for you everyone else shows up to parties to drink, dance, or cause problems on purpose.

you?

you show up in your cutest miniskirt, glitter on your eyelids, hair perfect.... and then promptly fall asleep on frat boy sukuna shoulder the moment the bass drops.

frat boy sukuna is this terrifying, tatted, broad-shouldered frat demon leaning against the wall with a cup in hand…

and you’re just curled into him like he’s your personal pillow.

frat boy gojo, already was drunk.. “bro she came dressed like she was gonna party but shes literally unconscious on you??”

frat boy sukuna, petting your hair aggressively whilst side eyeing him “she IS partying thank you. now shut the hell up.”

the frat literally dont know you properly

like. at all.

they’ve “seen” you.

they’ve “met” you.

but speaking to you?

a conversation??

impossible.

frat boy toji once tried to introduce himself while you were sitting on the couch. you nodded politely… then immediately slumped sideways into the cushions and passed out.

he stared for a solid ten seconds before muttering, “is she alive or does this place need an exorcism again.”

frat boy nanami doesn’t even attempt anymore. he just nods at your sleeping body like “good afternoon.”

frat boy geto covers you with a blanket every time he walks by. frat boy gojo has a photo album titled 'y/n doing absolutely nothing.'

you’ve been to this frat house hundreds of times. they know your sleep schedule better than your major.

accidental date naps..

frat boy sukuna plans dates.

and genuinely tries.

drives you out to a cute pier at sunset? you fall asleep five minutes into the ride.

movie night? you’re asleep before the opening credits.

picnic on the lawn? you fell asleep on the sandwich he made you.

frat boy sukuna used to get annoyed like, “c’mon woman,”

but now frat boy sukuna just tucks you under his hoodie, kisses your forehead, and finishes both meals because “waste of money my ass.”

sometimes you wake up halfway through a date and go,

“wasn’t I supposed to be doing something?”

and he just deadpans

“yeah. kissing me.”

trying to keep you awake is the funniest, saddest thing on earth

if you haven’t had a nap, you turn into a sleepy, blinking, barely coherent little creature.

frat boy sukuna can spot it instantly across campus...

the slow steps, the long blinks, the soft sway in place.

frat boy sukuna whispers, “oh hell nah,” under his breath and starts jogging to you.

you see frat boy sukuna, smile tiredly, open your arms…

and then plop.

you fall forward into his chest and knock out standing up..

he just catches you like muscle memory.

"bruh i need to get to the other side of the campus now"

waking you up = his personal boss battle

frat boy sukuna has tried EVERYTHING.

shaking you? doesn’t work.

calling your name? no reaction.

kissing your cheek? nothing but a little snore.

one time frat boy sukuna got desperate and said, “i’m breaking up with you.” and immediately regretted saying that except..

you didn’t even flinch.

he felt INSULTED.

frat boy gojo, chaotic angel, once set his military-level alarm next to your ear.. and well...

that thing could resurrect the dead.

you didn’t even twitch.

frat boy sukuna almost passed out from laughter and despair at the same time.

how you met.. and possibly being the most adorable crisis of his life

high school frat boy sukuna working part-time at a small café near his house was not on your bingo card..

but there he was, grumpy apron, hands always busy, pretending not to stare at you every time you walked in after school for your daily tiramisu.

frat boy sukuna thought you were cute in that soft, dreamy, out-of-his-league way.

but he was WORKING.

he tried to focus.

until closing time, when he noticed you still at your table… head down… completely still.

he froze.

oh my god.

was the cute girl DEAD?!

he poked your shoulder like it might explode.

nothing.

panic. full panic

frat boy sukuna was so getting fired and not having public holiday extra pay.

the manager came out, laughed, and whispered,

“she has narcolepsy..she explained it to me when she fell asleep like this"

sukuna stood there like .... narco what a what

googled it that night.

learned everything.

pretended it didn't concern him.

it concerned him a LOT.

the frat drags you both to some neon 80’s themed diner.

it’s loud, bright, full of music..

and you are fighting for your LIFE to stay awake.

you’re sitting in the red booth next to frat boy sukuna, eyes slowly drooping, head dipping forward.

everyone watches in real time as you lose the battle with sleep.

“bro she’s lagging slowly.” – frat boy gojo

“she’s at 1%.” – frat boy geto

“plug her in.” – frat boy toji

whilst frat boy nanami rolls his eyes

“all of you shut up.” – frat boy sukuna

you finally slump over into frat boy sukuna shoulder and he immediately throws his arm around you like it’s completely normal. he feeds you fries while you’re basically unconscious.

frat boy sukuna is stupidly in love for sure

frat boy sukuna pretends he’s grumpy, but yet carries emergency blankets, snacks, and even a tiny travel pillow in his backpack now.

frat boy sukuna slows down his walking pace because you’re always sleep-stumbling.

frat boy sukuna checks your meds, your schedule, your comfort. he even gives you his hoodies because “it’s softer. you sleep better in it.”

and every time someone asks how you two even work, frat boy sukuna just shrugs

“she sleeps. i watch. that’s basically love.”

pretends he’s annoyed, but actually melts every time you fall asleep on him.

frat boy sukuna always carries an emergency hoodie for you to nap in.

frat boy sukuna knows all your triggers, all your sleep tells, all the ways to wake you gently when necessary.

frat boy sukuna claims he doesn’t care, but the frat caught him reading a medical article about narcolepsy on his phone at 2am.

frat boy sukuna calls you “sleepy baby” when he’s teasing and “baby” when he’s genuinely worried.

jealous frat boy sukuna, except you slept through the ENTIRE misunderstanding

it starts because some guy in your lecture... let's call him harmless biology boy

he tries to wake you up after you fell asleep mid-class by gently tapping your shoulder.

you blink awake, mumble, “mm… thanks,” and promptly fall back asleep on his arm.

biology boy freezes like he just got chosen by a forest spirit.

someone sends frat boy sukuna a picture with "yo aint this ur girl?"

frat boy sukuna sees the snap of you sleeping on another man's limb like it's a premium memory foam pillow.

frat boy sukuna storms into the building looking like he’s about to commit third-degree educational homicide...

only to find you… STILL asleep on this poor dude, who is clearly rethinking every decision he’s ever made.

frat boy sukuna just stands over him like a shadow.

biology boy lifts his hands.

“sir… i didn’t… she just...."

“yeah. she does that,” frat boy sukuna sighs, scooping you up like a giant grumpy crane.

you wake up later, curled on his chest in his dorm, and go, “huh? weren’t we in class?”

frat boy sukuna just grunts and kisses your forehead because he cannot stay mad at the human embodiment of a warm blanket.

frat reacting the first time you stay awake for more than 2 hours

it’s a historic day in the house.

you come in for movie night.

you’re awake.

you sit on the couch.

you’re still awake.

30 minutes pass.

you’re STILL awake.

frat boy gojo is the first to notice... “SUKUNA. WE’RE WITNESSING A MIRACLE.”

frat boy geto brings out his phone like a nature documentary narrator.

frat boy nanami knows that this moment wont last long with your energy levels.

frat boy toji deadass checks your pulse and forehead because his brain refuses to accept it.

even frat boy sukuna is staring at you suspiciously, like,

“…what’s wrong with you?”

you shrug, “i slept earlier,”

and the whole frat SCATTERS like pigeons.

the longer you stay awake, the more unstable they get.

90 minutes in and frat boy gojo is pacing.

“she’s still conscious. bro do we call someone??”

eventually, you lean on frat boy sukuna arm, still awake, and he looks so proud it’s embarrassing.

“good girl, keep them insane for me” he mutters.

you fall asleep 10 seconds later.

frat balance restored.

you tend to sleep talk but you rather have sleep-talking confessions about him

frat boy sukuna pretends he doesn’t care when you sleep-talk.

he cares A LOT.

one time you fell asleep on his bed while he was playing a game. halfway through, you mumbled,

“mm… ‘kuna… love…”

frat boy sukuna froze, controller slipping from his hands. looked back at you like you’d just recited poetry. “what’d you say?”

you snored in response.

another time, curled in his hoodie, you whispered, “love you… even when you’re scary…”

frat boy sukuna actually had to sit down on the floor for a second because it hit him so hard.

the next day he was extra gentle, opening doors, carrying you everywhere, glaring at anyone who breathed too close.

you asked raising a brow, “why are you being so… soft?”

he grumbled “shut up” and tucked you into a blanket more aggressively.

the first time you sleep on him by not accident.....

you ALWAYS fall asleep accidentally ... on his chest, on his arm, on the table, on the ground, on a textbook, everywhere.

so the day you walk into his room, sit next to frat boy sukuna, and intentionally curl up against him…

he short-circuits.

like full glitch.

frat boy sukuna stiffens for a second because he’s not used to you choosing sleep position deluxe edition on him without warning. “what’s this about?” he mutters.

and you quietly say, “i wanted to nap with you this time.” and then knock out immediately.

frat boy sukuna does not move for TWO HOURS because “if she chose me on purpose, i’m not friggin shifting an inch.”

frat boy gojo bursts in during that two hours and frat boy sukuna throws a shoe at him with sniper accuracy.

later, frat boy sukuna admits (in his own grumpy way), “…it was nice.” translation: he wants it to happen again and he's already hearing the wedding beels

one time you accidentally fall asleep to frat boy sukuna mid-confession

one day frat boy sukuna is holding your face gently, looking at you like he wants to say something big.

you’re blinking slow.

very slow.

a little to slow for liking...

dangerously slow.

“hey,” he whispers, thumb brushing your cheek,

“i… i think i—”

you fall asleep on frat boy sukuna palm.

frat boy sukuna has never known defeat so intimately.

frat boy sukuna just sighs, rests his forehead against yours, and murmurs, “yeah. yeah. i love you too. whatever.”

more chaos, more softness, more frat stupidity, more you sleeping everywhere

“meet the parents” is easy they say except you fall asleep infrat boy sukuna mother’s arms

frat boy sukuna swears he’s not nervous.

he lies.

he’s pacing, fixing his shirt, muttering threats to inanimate objects like,

“she better not fall asleep during introductions or I’ll— actually no she will. damn it.”

you walk in to meet his mother and immediately she LOVES you.

you’re soft-spoken, polite, sleepy-eyed, adorable ... basically everything frat boy sukuna isn’t.

and what she wanted LOL

midway through conversation, you blink slowly.

then slower.

then your head tilts just a little..

and frat boy sukuna mom instantly swoops in like a reflex.

she catches you in her arms before you can even slump forward and holds you like you’re her own child.

you fall asleep on her instantly.

frat boy sukuna stands there, horrified.

“MA. what the hell.”

she smiles at him, rocking you gently.

“she’s precious. don’t raise your voice.”

“…what is happening right now?”

frat boy sukuna dad comes in, sees you asleep on his wife, nods respectfully and goes, “she fits right in.”

sukuna’s heart does an embarrassing little flip.

fratboy sleepover chaos.. but the rule is “DON’T WAKE Y/N”

the frat decides to have a sleepover in the living room (for reasons no one remembers — probably frat boy gojo).

you’re there on frat boy sukuna lap, already 100% unconscious.

the boys agree on one universal rule: if anyone wakes up y/n, they’re dead.

the house becomes a sacred silent zone.

frat boy toji drops a beer can? death stare from everyone.

frat boy gojo tries to tell a story too loudly and gets tackled mid-sentence by frat boy geto.

frat boy nanami is making sure nothing hits the floor

frat boy sukuna sits with you curled in HIS hoodie on HIS lap, arms around you like a territorial bear.

frat boy gojo whispers, “bro you’re holding her like she’s a ticking bomb.” frat boy sukuna whispers back, “she IS. she explodes into tears when she wakes up abruptly so back off.”

“oh. fair.”

at one point someone sneezes and the whole house goes silent — all eyes on you.

you shift a little…

everyone holds their breath…

then you settle back into sleep.

the group collectively exhales like a SWAT team after defusing a bomb.

exams approaching = narcolepsy flaring up = protective boyfriend mode ACTIVATED

when you’re stressed, you get sleepier.

when you’re sleepier, you fall asleep in even dumber places.

frat boy sukuna finds you.. in weird areas not like you dont already do that already..

you're slumped over your laptop

you're asleep on your open notebook

you're asleep in the library stacks

you're asleep sitting straight up like an unplugged robot

once, asleep in a hallway corner like a sim that glitched

frat boy sukuna picks you up every single time, muttering, “you’re gonna get bad back problems sleeping like this and blame it on me.”

frat boy sukuna starts making schedules FOR you! nap times, study breaks, snack breaks, hydration reminders.. stuff he pretends is “for efficiency” but is actually because he’s worried sick.

frat boy sukuna quizzes you gently while you’re half-asleep against him.

frat boy sukuna carries you to his bed and forces you to nap when you’re too stubborn.

frat boy sukuna even gets frat boy nanami to help organise your study materials because he “trusts no one else except boring-ass frat boy nanami with her grades.”

the day you finally finish exams, you fall asleep in his arms before even celebrating. he wraps you in his hoodie and whispers,

“good job, my sleepy baby.”

jealous YOU!

everyone always focuses on jealous frat boy sukuna…

but jealous YOU?

it’s adorable.

you don’t get angry.

you just… quietly malfunction.

if a girl tries to flirt with frat boy sukuna at a party, you don’t fight — you simply fall asleep ON HIM like a little koala claiming her tree.

“omg sukuna, your tattoos are sooo—"

whist you climbs onto his lap like a koala and immediately sleeps

“…did she just—”

frat boy sukuna, would be proud for sure...

or if a girl touches frat boy sukuna?

you take his hand, hold it to your chest like a teddy bear, and doze off. instant dominance.

passive but powerful.

one time a girl asked for frat boy sukuna number and before he could tell her off, you gently leaned your head against his shoulder and fell asleep holding onto his shirt.

he kissed the top of your head and said, “yeah, no. I’m good.”

the girl disappeared like she saw a ghost.

[hunnismokah]

hes so breedable WHAT who said that