nanami who massages the spot between your eyebrows whenever a frown takes over it, or just, nanami in general when his wife is stressed.
sfw, drabble, husband nanami + overworked!reader.
you’re not in the right mind. it’s awful; company is pressuring you, the side gig as a sorcerer is gonna kill you one day, you don’t even know why this life has to be this difficult.
thankfully, your husband is there. the very same one that’s standing in the entrance door as he sees you laying your back at the office chair with your arm covering your face. he approached you and placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. “mm?” without lowering your arm, you could feel the warmth from his hand. “ken?” your hand eventually moved as you sighed, “you’re stressed.” he pointed out the obvious.
“no, just tired.” you lied, denying any claim of whatever he says despite knowing how observant your husband actually is. “same thing for you.” you couldn’t even deny that, you always say that same sentence whenever you are after all. you relaxed just a little bit when you could feel him squeezing your shoulder gently; massaging it simultaneously. his eyes focused on your face as he could pinpoint the lifted heaviness.
yet one thing remained the same: the crinkle on your forehead.
sensing the obvious never ending thoughts in your mind— he moved one of his arm to use his index finger’s knuckle, curling it slightly as it apply gentle pressure between your forehead. when you realized what he was doing, you eventually crumbled with a sigh and allowed him to do what he needs to do. the tension on your shoulder lightened as he could feel your breath steadier, right after he could no longer feel that same wrinkle, he stopped and moved the chair’s direction to look at him.
“better?” you nodded for assurance, “yeah.” hearing that word, he pulled you in to give you a kiss on your forehead. “that’s my wife.” the hand stayed longer as it caresses your skin, seemingly admiring your face just a little longer. “don’t let me see you frown like that again, alright, love?” you smiled at the pet name, this time pulling him the one closer for a chaste kiss on his lips. “i’ll try not to.”
omg hii cutie >_< we are feeling great maybe a little burned out from how much i’ve been locking in but it’ll be worth it when i ace my exams (manifesting)
satoru likes when you depend on him. not in the controlling kind of way, he just likes being needed in all the tiny spaces of your day.
so he twists bottle caps just a little too tight before handing them to you with an innocent smile.
“satoru,” you complain, standing in the kitchen trying to open the bottle, “you sealed this thing shut!”
“hm?” he glances over from where he’s leaning against the counter. “did i?”
“you did!”
“wow, sounds serious. better let me handle it.”
he takes the bottle from your hands, making a dramatic show of opening it effortlessly, and his grin is unbearably smug when he gives it back.
“there you go, sweetheart.”
it’s the same with things placed on high shelves. you’re almost certain he moves them when you aren’t looking.
your favorite mug somehow ends up just out of reach, the snacks you bought disappear onto the top shelf— even your hoodie once ended up in the highest wardrobe compartment he knows you can’t comfortably reach.
and he absolutely refuses to let you lead when going out.
every time you go somewhere together, he’s the one leading. hand wrapped around yours while you trail beside him through crowded streets.
“you know where we’re going, right?” you ask, barely paying attention to where you’re headed.
“obviously.”
“then why won’t you just tell me?”
he shrugs. “because then you won’t need me next time.”
“toru...”
“baby.”
“one day i’m gonna get lost on purpose.”
“that’s fine,” he hums. “i’ll always come find you anyway.”
he also laughs when you roll your eyes, walking over before effortlessly plucking another item down from a shelf. except instead of handing it over immediately, he lifts it just out of reach.
“what do i get for my excellent service?”
“nothing, because you’re literally the one doing this!”
he kisses your forehead before giving it back.
because the truth is, satoru adores taking care of you. carrying your bags before you can complain that they’re heavy. zipping up your jacket when your fingers are cold. plugging your phone in after you fall asleep.
and maybe he just likes hearing you call his name, likes the way your voice softens when you ask, “can you help me?”
so yes, maybe he tightens jars too much on purpose, maybe he keeps your favorite things just barely out of reach, but only because he loves the little pout you give him before letting him swoop in and save the day.
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loosening up pro boxer!sukuna turns into him loosening you up . . . (physical therapist!reader)
the training gym smelled like sweat, leather, and liniment when sukuna walked in for his session, shirt already off, muscles gleaming under the harsh lights. he was the undefeated champion, cocky, brutal in the ring, and even worse in private. tattoos covered his broad chest and arms, and that signature smirk sat on his face the second he saw you.
“there’s my favorite pair of hands,” he drawled, dropping onto the massage table like he owned it. “make it good today, doc. my shoulders are fucked after last night’s spar.”
you rolled your eyes, pouring oil into your palms. “lie down, sukuna. and stop calling me doc. i’m your physical therapist.”
“whatever you say, baby.” he stretched out on his stomach, arms folded under his head, that massive back flexing as he got comfortable. “just know you’re touching the best in the world right now.”
your hands started at his shoulders, tight and knotted from hours in the ring. you dug in deep, thumbs pressing into the rigid muscle, and he let out a low groan that vibrated through the table. every stroke loosened him up, but the sounds he made were filthy, deep, and almost sexual.
“fuck… right there,” he muttered. “harder. don’t be shy with me.”
you worked down his back, oil making everything slick and shiny. “you’re so tense today,” you murmured, pressing your thumbs into a stubborn knot. “what did you even do in that spar?”
he laughed, low and arrogant. when you moved to his lower back, hips just above the waistband of his shorts, he shifted deliberately, pressing his growing erection against the table.
“turn over,” you said, voice tighter than you wanted.
sukuna flipped onto his back without hesitation. his cock was already hard, straining obscenely against the thin fabric of his shorts, the outline thick and obvious. he didn’t even try to hide it. that smug grin widened when he caught you staring.
“see what you do to me?” he reached down and palmed himself once, bold. “my dick needs some attention too, doc. you’ve been teasing it for the last twenty minutes with those hands. gonna take care of your champion or what?”
you swallowed, heat pooling low in your stomach. your fingers hovered for a second before you wrapped one hand around him through the shorts, palming him slowly, feeling the heavy weight of him twitch under your touch.
“like this?” you asked softly, squeezing just enough to make him hiss.
“yeah… fuck, just like that. slow. i want to feel every second of it.”
you tugged his shorts down just enough to free him. his cock sprang out, thick, veined, flushed dark at the tip and already leaking. you stroked him base to tip, slowly, thumb circling the head to spread the precum.
“you’re so hard,” you whispered, biting your lip. “does it always get like this when i touch you?”
“every fucking time,” he groaned, hips rolling up into your fist. “been thinking about your hands on my cock since the second i walked in.”
you leaned down, lips brushing the tip before you took him into your mouth. sukuna’s groan was loud and filthy as your lips stretched around him.
“shit… look at you,” he breathed, eyes locked on where your mouth was stuffed full of him. “sucking the champion’s cock so pretty. fuck, your lips look good wrapped around me.”
you hummed around him, taking him deeper, tongue swirling along the underside. sukuna’s hand fisted gently in your hair, not pushing, just holding you there while he watched.
“that’s it… nice and slow. use your tongue more—yeah, just like that. good girl.”
you pulled off for a breath, stroking him with your hand while you looked up at him. “you taste good,” you murmured, licking a stripe up the side. “i didn’t think you’d be this worked up just from a massage.”
sukuna smirked, thumb brushing your swollen bottom lip. “been hard for you since you started rubbing my back. now put that mouth back on me before i lose it.”
you obeyed, sucking him deeper, hollowing your cheeks. the wet, obscene sounds filled the empty gym as you worked him steadily, savoring every groan and curse that fell from his lips.
after a few more minutes he pulled you off with a wet pop, breathing hard. “enough. get up here. i need to be inside you.”
you climbed onto the table, straddling his thighs. he shoved your scrubs aside, fingers dragging through your soaked folds.
“already dripping for me,” he laughed darkly. “my cocky little therapist gets soaked just from sucking me off.”
“shut up,” you breathed, but your voice was shaky with need. “just fuck me already, sukuna.”
he pulled you down onto his cock in one smooth motion, burying himself to the hilt. the stretch burned so good you gasped loudly, nails digging into his chest.
“fuck—you’re so big,” you moaned, rocking your hips slowly to adjust. “feels like you’re splitting me open.”
“that’s right,” he growled, gripping your hips. “take every inch. this pussy was made for the champion.”
you braced your hands on his chest and started riding him, rolling your hips in deep, deliberate circles. sukuna thrust up to meet you, the table creaking beneath you with every movement.
“god, you feel so good,” you panted, leaning forward so your breasts brushed his chest. “harder, ryo—please.”
he groaned at the nickname and snapped his hips up harder, fucking into you with powerful strokes. “say it again. call me ryo while you’re riding my cock.”
“ryo—fuck, ryo, right there,” you cried out, bouncing faster on his thick length. the wet slap of skin echoed through the gym as you moved together.
he flipped you suddenly, putting you on your back. he hooked your legs over his shoulders and drove in deeper, pounding you into the table with slow, heavy thrusts that made your eyes roll back.
“look at me,” he demanded, voice rough. “want to see your face while i fuck this pretty pussy.”
you moaned his name again and again, hands clutching his back as he ground deep inside you. sweat slicked both your bodies, the oil from the massage mixing with it all.
“i’m close,” you whimpered, thighs trembling around him. “ryo, i’m so close—”
“come for me,” he growled, slamming in harder. “let me feel you squeeze my cock.”
you shattered around him with a broken moan, walls pulsing tightly. sukuna groaned deep in his chest but didn’t stop, fucking you through it with long, deliberate strokes.
“good girl… so fucking tight when you come.” he leaned down, biting your neck. “gonna fill you up now. you ready for the champion’s load?”
“yes—please, come inside me,” you begged, still shaking from your orgasm. “i want it.”
he buried himself deep and came with a loud, animalistic groan. thick, hot ropes of cum flooded you, pulse after heavy pulse. he kept grinding through it, pushing his release as deep as possible while creamy white rivulets started leaking out around his cock, dripping down your ass and onto the table.
“fuck yes,” he hissed, watching the mess with dark satisfaction. “look at you dripping with my cum.”
he stayed buried inside you for a long moment, breathing hard, pressing lazy kisses along your neck and collarbone. his hand stroked your side almost gently.
“good girl,” he murmured, voice low. “my favorite therapist.”
you were wrecked, thighs trembling, his cum still leaking out of you in slow, sticky rivulets onto the table.
sukuna smirked against your skin.
“same time next week. and next time? i’m bending you over the ring after i win.”
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⎯⎯ A QUICK FIX ❤︎ ׅ ۫ ۫helping uni best-friend satoru destress after accidentally finding his hentai collection . . .
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“satoruuu!” you purred, looking for any signs of life in his dorm. but you were only met with silence, his aura—more miserable than usual—radiating from within.
it was exam season, which meant satoru had likely entered one of his infamous overstudy spirals. the kind where he traded sleep for caffeine & liquid sugar... unfortunately for you, your best friend could be insanely stubborn when he wanted to.
“satoru?” you tried again, softer this time.
a faint clattering came from his bedroom. when you walked in you found him slumped at his desk. his head was down, but one arm remained suspended that you assume was holding the pen that had rolled to your feet. frozen in place like his body hadn’t gotten the memo that he’d probably already passed out a few hours ago..
books and papers were everywhere. empty plastic cups littered the desk, his glasses pushed up and forgotten on top of his head.
you rolled your eyes before letting out a soft chuckle, gently lowering his arm back onto the desk.
“satoru..”
nothing.
you leaned down nibbling on the shell of his ear before purring.
“satoruuu~~”
a groan.
“welcome back to the land of the living, this a new study method??” you teased, resting your hand on his shoulder, warmth seeping through his worn out clothes.
“shut up…” he mumbled into the textbook. “fivemoreminutes.”
you let out a soft laugh, more out of pity than anything. “no can do. you’ve been saying that since yesterday.”
his hand absentmindedly clutched the hardcover of his 9-pound textbook on particle physics, his body tensing slightly as he squished his cheek against the wood pulp pages.
satoru turned slightly so that he could catch a glimpse of you through his peripheral, putting on his best puppy doll face for you. the same one he knew you could never resist.
“…ten? pleaseee??”
you rolled your eyes before removing your hand from his shoulder and snapping on a dim lamp & heading off to open his windows - a cool breeze entering the deepest depths of his room making him hiss, as if he were some 19th century vampire.
“seriously…?” , he muttered, stirring awake rubbing his tired eyes.
“yes, very serious. this stuff is not good for you,” you chided, small frown on your face. as much as you loved him, the man did not know how to prioritize his well being. and as much as it frustrated you.. you could never resist the urge to take care of him when he really needed it. after all, that's what best friends are for..
you moved around the room, tidying up after him, muttering under your breath as you nudged stray papers and empty mugs into neat stacks, threatening to spill over in your arms.
“honestly, satoru. how do you even live like this?” you huffed, lightly slapping the back of nape as you walked past him to dump all the bygone papers into the trash. he let out a small pout, fingers threading through his white hair as he leaned back against his roller chair.
he huffed, “gimme a break already.. m’just stressed. you know i'm hygienic..” spinning around in the chair at his desk, eyes lazily following your movements whilst pouting. as if that was going to stop the earful you were about to give him.
“yeah well… good thing you’ve got me.” you mumbled, soft voice barely audible before your eyes caught a haphazard pile of books and open pages near the edge of his bed.
kneeling down, you gathered them into your arms.
“god toru, physics physics physics. and what normal person needs this many—”
oh.
your face screwed up in surprise, jaw going slack and words dying in your throat. tucked among the piles of textbooks was a stack of colorful hentai magazines that were quite frankly, impossible to ignore.
the one on top being a girl’s literal pussy on full display, her folds swollen and puffy. pink laced panties utterly soaked and hanging 'round her ankle, slick dripping down her thighs. another one with popping pinks and yellows all around, tits oiled up and nippled perked out with such a sinful expression. worst of all they were clearly just read: some left open and unfinished.
“uh toru.. is this fucking porn??”
unfortunately for you, you were better than no man. you felt yourself clench around nothing at the sight of something so crude. i mean... you weren't a saint persay... one time satoru accidentally found your twitter favorites—choking, biting, orgasm denial, the list goes on—and to this day didn't let you live it down.
“no it's my shoujo collection.” he countered. but.. it wasn't like his normal snappiness, you could tell he was embarrassed and overly exasperated..
and then, something clicked.
from behind you satoru’s eyes sharpened, pupils dilating slightly, and the soft, just woken haze vanished in an instant.
you barely had time to process the warmth crawling up your neck before he was suddenly right there crouched next to you by his bedside.
large hands wrapped around your wrists, firm. but not enough to hurt you, just enough to make you drop the lewd comics you didn’t even realize you were oogling at, dropping them with a small thud as they fell on their spine.
the silence between you was thick, almost suffocating. his head was bent, hand still gripping your wrists, holding you in place without a word.
you couldn’t see his eyes, his fluffy white hair fell forward, masking his face. his stupidly thick frames dancing on the tip of his nose, teasing your vision just enough to make your heat spread in your tummy.
every second stretched, your heart picking up pace, which he could presumably feel at your pulse point as he continued to hold you. the weight of his presence pressed close, sharp and undeniable, and yet he didn’t speak. didn’t move — just held you there.
“don't act like you haven't seen that shit before, it's just...nothing’s helping.” he muttered, voice tight with frustration. you’ve never seen him so upset before, you almost felt bad.
you felt heat creep across your cheeks, your brows knitting as your voice fell quiet. “soo... you go ahead and whip out your entire collection of porn? have you ever heard of twitter?” you chided, not even trying to fight his grip on your wrist.
“shut up already.” he frowned, narrowing his eyes at you. which would have been more intimidating if, and only if, his cock wasn't straining against his sweats and if his glasses were on right rather than crooked . . . “and besides.. you know i like physical media better.”
of course.
“uh huh..” you muttered absentmindedly, your gaze drifting back to the stack of stem books mixed in with his adult comics, a familiar flutter returning to your tummy whenever you and him found yourselves like this — too close. too intimate for people were “just friends”.
he let out a small, almost desperate whine, tugging your wrists to get your focus back on him.
“please…”
you simply blinked at him.
“eh?”
“don’t care which… either help me out or forget about it.” he practically grumbled, voice a touch rougher than usual.
he met your eyes at last, full of frustration and need. you could tell he was trying to be serious, but the fact he looked so cute when he got whiney wasn't helping his case in the slightest.
he swallowed, cheeks pink, fingers flexing around yours. “j-just… touch me. please.” you couldn't help but notice the way his cock twitched against his sweatpants, a small wet patch forming in the center.
was he seriously that turned on from you just finding his porn stash??
satoru eased back against the bed, slouching lazily. before you could react, he tugged you onto his lap. your stomach pooled with warmth as he held you close, hands resting lightly on your hips, every breath and shiver radiating tension between you.
“...please..?”
you knew satoru was the type to take whatever he wanted. but this was a new form of desperation all on its own. to be so stressed you can't even cum on your own? you'd rather die. so, without a second thought your lips pressed against his own. attempting to steady yourself by gripping onto his shoulders as you wobbled in his lap.
satoru wasted not a single second before delving his tongue into the wet cave of your mouth. the taste of overly sweetened coffee dancing between your tongues as you straddled him.
as you moaned into his mouth, the vibrations sent a tingle down his spine, dragging you along his boner, soft moans escaping his lips as his hips rolled up in a desperate manner — the outline of his tip brushing against your clit through your thin bottoms, making you squirm against him.
his hands were large and heavy, kneading the flesh of your hip as he rocked you back and forth along his clothed cock, his head tossed back in pure ecstasy.
your jaw went slack as he angled himself upwards, brushing further along your folds. slow and calculated as sat up to buried his face in the crook of your neck, making your hands fly to the fabric of his hoodie. your small whimpers escaping you and going straight to his dick.
“toru… seriously, what’s your deal?”, you stuttered, as if you werent playing along.
you ground your hips down on him, rocking back and forth, earning more gasps from him.
“ngh—h-hold on..” he stilled your movements on his lap, lifting you up slightly relieving the pressure on his cock. “don't wanna cum like this..
“need you to touch me.. please..”
well..
sure you and him had made out before, but that was purely for "practice". and best friends help each other… right? i mean he’d do the same for you, if you asked nicely enough of course. so really. there should be nothing wrong with helping your beloved best friend get an orgasm stress relief while he was buried in exam prep.
after all, it was the right thing to do . . .
before you knew it you were besides him on the floor, knees folded underneath your weight, one hand pumping at his veiny cock, your other arm wrapped around his body pressing him flush against you.
“fuhh—fuck,” satoru whimpered, his hips rolling up to meet the base of you hand as you languidly stroked his angry cock. his precum dripping all over his shaft and trailing down your knuckles, pumping slowly; letting him savor every moment. more for him than you really.
the way he writhed as you pressed open mouth kisses against his nape, coming off with a small pop before nibbling at his lobe.. whining oh so pathetically everytime you whispered sweet nothings into his ear “y'so good for me ... you worked so hard toru.”
and quite frankly.. satoru gojo was a mess.
“this good enough toru?”
“y-yes! nghh— s'perfect, fuck–” he hiccuped, his eyes glued to his cock, noting how good it looked as he thrusting himself in an’ out between your closed fist. his abdomen clenched and unclenched with every thrust, practically drooling over the fact you couldn’t even fully wrap your hand around his veiny girth.
you were certain he wasn’t even aware of how loud he was being; his pathetic moans bouncing off the walls of his room, the way he kept writhing against you, cock angrily twitching in your palm. it was all too fucking good.
his hoodie had rolled up as he slumped down further to the floor, using your tits as a pillow as he lazily jerked up into your hand, chasing further friction, his toned abdomen and perky nipples on full display.
your arm hand wrapped around his waist as he leaned into you, trailing up his torso pinching and rolling the pink bud in between your fingers, making him cry out in pleasure, involuntary rolling his hips into your palm.
"p-please, s'too much—", it was all so overwhelming, the way your thumb rolled over the slit of his tip, blushing the prettiest shade of crimson and leaking every time you praised him. the lewd squelch every time you reached the base of his cock, the way your body pressed against his, your sweet smell assaulting his senses. it was all too much.
all satoru wanted was to be perfect for you, to get a taste of that small, sweet satisfaction that would come with his long awaited release.
he couldn’t think of anything else. all he could think of was how your pussy would feel around his cock instead. how your juices would drip down his shaft and all the way to his sack once he got to return the favor. the imagery itself was enough to make him cum right there.
“…wanna see you, n'taste you,” he pleaded. “please??”
and how could you say no? he was just so fucking sweet.
you let out a small huff of laughter, “sure you can..”
without hesitation, he lifted up your top, revealing your plush tits in a whim. his favorite cushions.
he laughed.
“no bra? that’s how you came to see me? so naughty..” he hummed, his normal cockiness returning for just a second, barely masking the heat in his cheeks.
“well! you weren't wearing any boxers..” you sputtered. he leaned in, the soft glide of his tongue over your nipple making you gasp before enveloping them completely in the warmth of his mouth. his other hand reaching up to massage the other, rolling your cute little bud between his slender fingers, all while squeezing the flesh of your tit.
whatever traces of cockiness he had left fully evaporated as your free hand brushed past his hardened nipple while your other hand picked up your strokes. his thick cock pulsing, his body further melting into you with each thwack: his groans getting louder and needier as his hips rolled up, like an animal in heat, desperate for release.
satoru swiped tongue his all around once more, his cute eyelids fluttering shut as he turned slightly on his hip to burry his face between your tits. a sorry attempt to escape the overwhelming pleasure.
...
“satoru? are you crying?”
you felt wetness dance along your cleavage, right where he had his pretty face nuzzled between your tits. you paused your strokes, about to remove your hand, afraid you may have done something wrong. but he immediately shot up, squeezing your hand around his thick cock.
“no! d-don’t stop, m’just close s’all…”
he looked up at you teary eyed, his large hand covered yours and his thick cock completely. warm and firm, pressing you gently but insistently.
so he cries when he cums. noted.
you felt yourself clench around nothing, warmth pooling low in your stomach, a dizzying heat that left your pussy throbbing. saliva gathered at the corners of your mouth, your breath catching in shallow distracted gasps.
he looked so pretty like this. lips swollen from how kept biting down on them, tears dancing along his waterline, his white lashes fluttering up at you.
it was so fucking pathetic.
with a shallow whine, he began to stroke his dick with your hand like a fleshlight, his hand filling the area of his cock that you couldn’t reach.
“i… m’gonna cum,” he admitted, voice small and shaky, face burning, unable to stop himself. “pleaseplease—hah—.”
"m’gonna make you feel so good. y'can take it right, toru?" you whispered against his neck making him whine shamelessly as he followed your rhythm as you jerked him off, his large thumb rubbing sloppy little circles over his slit.
you picked up the pace of your strokes, whatever fluids that leaked out of his blushing tip when you first started, now dripping down tenfold. his own knuckles were covered in his own fluids, leaking down to his sack and onto the carpet. thick thighs splayed out, muscles contracting as he panted. he continued to writhe against you, your free hand pinning down his hips, or trying to.. his bright baby blues eyes squeezing shut.
“shit shit shit—”, with a few final pumps his body went taut, hips snapping up involuntarily, thick cock pulsing between your hand and his. how romantic.
a concerning—albeit sexy—amount of thick white rivulets spurting from his over sensitive tip, trailing down your knuckles and occasionally splattering against his clenched abdomen.
satoru panted softly, face flushed, lips parted as he tried to steady his breathing. damp strands of white hair clung to his forehead, his composure slipping in a way that felt almost unreal. his chest rose and fell unevenly, eyes glassy yet focused—trying to pull himself back together, but couldn’t quite manage it.
“so.. my hand or yours?” you chime, as if your hand still wasn’t wrapped around his cock, lazily stroking him, easing out his orgasm.
he let out a low him before scratching his head, as if he was actually thinking about it. but the two of you knew the real answer. he’d take any part of you over him anyday.
“my own. your strokes are too weak–”
with a roll of your eyes, you tightened your grip around his pulsing dick, swiping your thumb over his sensitive slit. “ungrateful.”
“haah— hah! alright, alright!” he whined, tugging your hand off before turning over, shielding his dick from you, still coming down from the high of his first orgasm in weeks.
“um, satoru? you do know your ass is out right.”
...
he snatched his pants back up above his waist with a huff, wincing as the fabric brushed against his blushing tip in the process.
he let out a breathy laugh, throwing his arm lazily over his face, “fuck you’re annoying…” though he didn’t mean it by any means..
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once he came down from his high, he helped clean up your hand. but he couldn’t help noticing the way you kept avoiding his gaze, your face still warm even as you continued to banter with him.
he huffed, pausing as he pressed the warm cloth against your skin. “i’m sorry…”
you blinked at him, then let out a small giggle. “for what, toru…? i was only helping—”
“nono.” he cut you off firmly, turning off the running water in the sink. a heavy silence lingering between the two of you as his eyes bored into yours.
“i…” he started, only for the words to catch in his throat. “fuck…” he rolled his eyes, then looked straight at you, this time with intent. “would’ve been nice to help you out, even a little.”
translation: satoru didn’t feel good about you walking away orgasm-free.
which was on par for someone with his reputation.
you felt the heat crawl back into your face as you realized what he was saying, hoping it didn’t show in your stare or the way your fingers trembled against his was faint trickles of warm water spilled over your hand as he pressed the wash cloth further into your skin without much thought.
“just let me know when you want me to return the favor. okay?”
you finally pressed your lips together, not even realizing they’d been parted the whole time. “o-okay toru.” internally facepalming at how quickly all your bravado seemed to disappear.
he let out a huff of breath he hadn’t meant to hold in. “good...” he yanked you closer by your hand, a small frown tugging at his mouth as a faint pout settled in, a poor attempt to come across as serious. “i mean it.”
you only nodded as he wiped your hand dry before wringing out the washcloth and hanging it over the sink.
his eyes lit up as he saw your confirmation, crinkling shut while his dimpled poked through. “now. shoo shoo. i have to finish studying.”
what a dick.
and yet your chest still felt a too heavy... the idea of “returning the favor” left lingering in your head.
definitely closer than you’d like.
#⠀REPOST w a few ( many ) edits ׅ ۫ ୨꣒
pt 2 pt 2 pt 2 👀
daydreams of you — ryomen sukuna and his first ever crush!
‘even you could fall in love’, was what his friends have told him before. a sentence he merely laughed off with a grunt. he didn’t do love, love was never to be his thing. and truly, despite what they’ve said, even his friends didn’t believe a guy like him, with a cold heart like that, could ever became such a softie to fall in love.
and now he was definitely living through his karma.
it was meant to be a normal year in university, with him and his grumpy self. until he saw you. a cutie, with pretty outfits and lovely nails and a soft, warm smile.
a smile so sweet that it could even crawl its way into his heart.
and it did.
he merely observed at first, thinking it was expected to be interested in a pretty girl, nothing out of ordinary, truly. just a realization about his caffeine intake and how he needed to stop drinking any energy drinks considering his pulse rate. definitely from caffeine, of course. what else would it be?
every morning, at the cafe in campus, his gaze never left you. your favorite order was already memorized by him. he could guess your favorite color so easily. his eager eyes traced your figure to drink in any information he could snatch at, your schedule, your favorite purse, the deserts you liked, the way you did your eyeliner. any piece of you, he yearned and sought for. he thought it was interest. a desire. anything but affection.
but then, your first interaction with him came into picture. your hair brushed into his chest, you murmured a shy ‘sorry’ upon bumping into him. he tried to scoff, as he always did. but your sweet perfume clouded his mind, your voice ringed in his ears and everything around him thickened with something he couldn’t name, something bewitching. so, instead of his classical grumpy words, he presented you a silent ‘it’s okay.’ so bland yet so gentle, that you had to blink up to him out of surprise. the summer breeze brushed a shiny strand from your hair, and his hands twitched to stop himself from touching it.
everything started to go downhill after that exact moment.
your lovely smile was etched upon his memories, and he played it every night. he could still smell you, the sweet tone in your perfume and how your voice echoed against his chest, your shy sorry with your cute face. how your skirt twirled when you walked softly, while he still stood dumb behind you.
he was doomed.
he tried to direct his confusion towards everyone around him as usual. it seemed to be working at the very beginning, until he saw you again. the same captivating smile. the same lovely outfits. and hell, he was back at square one. instantly.
and of course, as every asshole would, he confused it with physical attraction. entertained many ideas. he was caught up in a dumb idea, and he genuinely thought the weird things he’d been feeling lately would go away if his interactions with you grew. while he was just a fool in love.
so he tried talking to you. casual and nonchalant and secure. the familiar smirk splayed out across his dumb face, with pink ears and a reddish blush upon his cheeks. he came up to you, with a awfully awkward walk, and said “hey.”
“i’m sukaro ryamun.” fucking dumbass. he wanted to destroy his whole existence and just disappear.
the angel you are, you just giggled upon his stupid words, thinking he was simply joking. you thought he was cute and funny. and, for the fist time in his life, he was thrilled with the title.
he began to accept the defeat. he was weak to you and your cute face. he was a defeated man. destroyed, even.
when you first gifted him with a sweet and shy “good morning.” he thought he was about to crumble and bawl his eyes out. he stuttered something, almost sounding like a pained gorilla, and when you left with the same angelic giggle, he just crouched down with a loud ‘fuck’. took his head between his palms, and stared at the ground as if it’d offended him personally. he, truly, was looking rather pathetic with his huge body fallen apart like that.
his friends started to notice the changes he went through as well. first, they caught up on the way his eyes sought you at every chance. but, well, it was normal. you were a cute girl and it was quite normal that you got his attention on you.
but then the small talks came in the picture. where he stuttered like an idiot, where he acted as if he was love struck— which he was. where he lowered his strong voice down so you wouldn’t be intimidated by him. he lessened his overwhelming existence so it wouldn’t bore you. they thought he was corrupted by something evil. though he was the same old sukuna to them, grand and huge and grumpy and intense.
hell, even he couldn’t comprehend what was happening to him.
you started to talk to him more, sometimes talking about weather, sometimes classes and everything casual but warm. he briefly entertained your wishes. every content you seemed to be interested in was pursued by him eagerly. he nodded and grunted silently but listened to your words as if they were something sacred.
his gaze traced your dewy lips, the way your gloss sat on the soft skin. after you told him about some series you were interested in lately, he finished the entire series in just three days so that he could talk to you more. not that he could ever start a conversation with you, but you were such a blessing made solely for him that you always kept the talk going somehow. and he stood there, towering you with his giant figure with the faint blush glinting on his face, listening to you religiously.
you didn’t realize the reason he always ran into you at the campus cafe, every morning. you simply assumed his classes started at the same time as yours, while he was skipping all of them just to meet you for only fifteen minutes. he was merely a man in love, he loved the way morning sun reflected on your pretty eyes, especially when those eyes he loved so much stared at him with a huge, shimmering smile. it stirred something in him every time you looked up into his eyes, brushing your shy nature aside to meet his gaze.
he didn’t take you for a stupid because you were cute and feminine. he knew how smart you were, and he also adored that. like he adored everything you had within your existence. he, for the first time in his whole life, learnt how to respect someone while loving them so endearingly.
yes, he also came to accept that he respected you. which, was a huge step for an asshole like him who usually didn’t respect anyone but his ‘glorious’ self.
one morning, his huge hands clumsily untangled the strands of your hair when your lovely hairpin got stuck. he couldn’t sleep for days with his mind dwelling on the moment. the way your body was so close to his inflamed something in him.
you thought he was a friend. he thought you were the best thing to ever happen to him.
and when he saw you with a random boy from your class, clearly interested in you, his mind started ringing the alarms. his hands twitched and he felt as if he could vomit at any moment. his mind was heavily occupied with many violent thoughts about him, a boy he didn’t even know.
that night, he cursed himself and picked up his phone to text the group chat, giving them something to talk about for years. the official start of grumpy sukuna’s first ever crush.
ᢉ𐭩 fem!reader, little yuji is shy around you, sukuna’s gf
“behave, brat. don’t crawl all over her when she’s here.” ryomen looks at an excited yuji, who’s bouncing off the walls in the living room.
“i’m excited! i wanna see her, i wanna see her! when’s she coming over?” he shouts, referring to you, his older brother’s girlfriend.
right as yuji asks, the doorbell rings, and he runs while shouting, “she’s here, she’s—“
on the porch, you hear muffled yelling inside from a high-pitched voice, most likely from sukuna’s little brother yuji. quietly, you tap your floor against the wood and hum to yourself, when the door opens with a click.
and the picture is a sight to see. sukuna’s hand lies on the door handle, and the other on a pink tuft of hair belonging to little yuji.
the boy’s cheeks pinken as you look at him and crouch down to his level, “hi there, i’m your brother’s girlfriend! i’ve heard a lot about you, you’re yuji, right?”
his eyes widen and he nods, “i’m… i’m yuji…” his voice quieter than usual.
ryomen’s eyebrow raises in confusion. normally his brother would be running around and asking guests questions, especially when first getting to know them, but he’s acting different.
but when his thoughts gather, and the thought renders in his mind, he scoffs with a smile and ruffles yuji’s hair.
the rest of the time is filled with you asking yuji questions as he shyly answers and hides behind sukuna, but occasionally he’ll peek out from behind and look at you with big, curious eyes.
and eventually, he puts a hand over his mouth to cover it, to try and whisper to sukuna, “she’s too pretty for you…”
sukuna’s head whips around, “what?!” as you cackle at the boy’s audacity, then he turns to you, “and what are you laughing at?!”
“it’s true though! she’s pretty and funny, and you’re… you’re big and mean!” yuji’s eyebrows furrow with determination, and sukuna rolls his eyes and lightly flicks his forehead, “i’m better!” he says while his hand cups his forehead.
“i’m an amazing boyfriend to her, brat.” sukuna pokes at his brother’s chubby cheeks, trying to aggravate him more.
you smile, “you are.”
the room becomes quieter, and ryomen places a small, soft kiss on your lips. his hand reaches out to yours and he holds it, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand.
but yuji crawls across his lap, onto yours. he rests his head on your shoulder, unpleased with how little attention he’s getting.
your eyes widen as it’s a switch from how he’s been acting for most of your visit, but you give in and rub your hand down his small back, and he wraps his tiny arms around your neck.
you don’t see the small smirk he sends to sukuna, and how his tongue sticks out as his eyebrows furrow.
sukuna notices.
gosh, yuji’s such a brat.
thought this was cute soo yeah
yuji’s really young so maybe a kindergartener and has a cute little crush on reader! sukuna catches it but obvi reader does not reciprocate yuji’s feelings, ryo’s her bf :)
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