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after introducing sae to your new obsession with violence district, once coming back from practice, he announced "i am home." in his grumpy tone after noticing you aren't on the couch waiting for him.
he took off his shoes, left his bag next to the shoes and started looking around for you. and there he saw you, laying on your stomach with just his shirt and some panties on. softly grunting whenever the survivors were out of your reach.
sae stood still in the doorway, clearing his throat, "so, this is why you weren't responding to me."
you almost jumped from where you were sprawled out, "oh my gosh! sae, dont scare me like that again!"
he rolled his eyes, stepping in and started changing into something more comfortable, growing a bit hard at the sight of your ass.
"ugh, this stupid bitch keeps on running away!" you mumbled under your breath.
sae ignored your complaints and put on his t-shirt, crawling on the bed with just his boxers on.
"okay, let's make a deal. for every hook you put the survivors on, I'll thrust in you rough." he grabbed your ass and slid down your panties.
you gasped, "w-what?!" blush crept up your cheeks as you tried to hide your face in the pillows.
"get to work already before i start edging you." sae threatened you, sliding off his boxers and lining up his tip at your entrance.
fuck, you always hated when he left you unattended and not letting you cum.
you started looking around for survivors, going around generators they fucked up on. you found a survivor, and you slashed once, chasing after them.
when they knocked down the pallets, trying to outsmart you but you already made it to the other side before they could start looping.
you slashed once again, making them fall to their knees. sae hummed in approval, as you picked them up and dragged them to the hooks.
as you hung them up, sae slowly inserted himself, inch by inch, letting you adjust for a minute and then rutting inside you in one full thrust.
"f-fuck! s-sae, hurts, its hurrtsss!!!" your hips bucked up to the sudden movement, you cried out.
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thinking about losing your virginity through a stupid roblox game..
you and your boyfriend sae hadn't fucked yet.
sure, sae had experience as he had indulged in several one night stands with models, who knew he isn't gonna call them ever again.
oh- but you were a virgin.
that didn't mean you didn't give him handjobs, or return the gratitude whenever he bought you pretty, pretty lingerie clothes to wear and model for him.
sae would constantly make sex jokes tease whenever he was horny- alone with you, "im gonna fuck you so hard you wont be able to walk for weeks."
or, "good girl" whenever you sent him picture of your tits when he would jerk off to you at practice in the locker rooms.
specifically, when you both play videogames at night together. trust me, when i say sae takes his sleeping schedule seriously.
like fuck, that man would come straight from practice, his hair went from the shower, drop his bags and crush you on the couch falling asleep right there.
mumbling about some, "shh, i need my i hours of sleep." cheeks turning pink when he realises you have no bra on but falls asleep anyway.
but, just a few whines from you when you let him eat you, he will agree to any of requests.
"baby, pleaseeee? you're so good at the game without even trying!" you pout.
sae scoffs, "if you focus more, rather than thanking every fucking person for saving you, you would almost be as good as me."
on weekends, whenever you beg him to play with you for the whole night (even though you, yourself cant stay up past 2 am..), like a good boyfriend he is, he agrees.
regardless of you being in the same room as him, just you sitting on the bed while he prefers the desk, he still hits on you in the game chat.. claiming, he "wants everyone to know who you belong to."
like that idiot isn't already having fans on his head begging for more pictures of you both to he posted on his insta.
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this is so fucking disgusting. rin would never do this btw
guys please report and block this person. this behavior is absolutely gross and disgusting. it's so gross to think that this person thinks it's okay to write this type of stuff.
they write all sorts of stuff of bllk characters raping, abusing, drugging, etc. the reader. i usually try to mind my business when it comes to dark content, but this is just too far.
(Sorry for the tags) No because a mini rant but can we as smut authors agree to not be writing about the "reader's" genitalia as "pretty pink" or whatever because
1. We have a diverse fanbase and readers are from all over over the world
2. Not everyone has a pink pussy hello?????? I thought we knew that as grown ass women writing about sex????
Its genuinely so awkward and sad for me personally because it completely takes away from the experience of reading a good smut, no my pussy isn't pink and I'm sure most of us don't have a pink pussy this isn't hentai guys. Let's just refrain from giving colors to the reader's body thank you
Isagi would initially greet you with a humble, bashful smile, genuinely touched that someone wants his autograph. However, the moment he looks up to ask for your name, he’d be completely stunned by your face, causing his brain to short-circuit mid-sentence. Caught off guard by how attractive you are, he’d fumble the pen with trembling hands, a deep crimson blush spreading to his ears as he tries (and fails) to maintain his cool, professional athlete persona while internally panicking over your eye contact.
Meguru Bachira 𓂃۶ৎ
Bachira would skip toward you with his usual eccentric energy, grinning ear-to-ear the moment you ask for his autograph. But as he leans in close to sign, he would go quiet as he catches a full glimpse of your face; he’d freeze mid-excitement, his bright eyes widening as he tilts his head to examine you like a fascinating work of art. Instead of getting shy, he’d lean even closer into your personal space, his cheeks dusting with a playful pink as he chirps, "Whoa, you’re super pretty !" before handing back the paper with a tiny, stylized doodle of a monster next to his name.
Hyoma Chigiri 𓂃۶ৎ
As he leans down to sign, the proximity forces him to take in your features, and his cool composure would instantly fracture; his eyes would widen slightly, and he’d lose his train of thought mid-sentence. He’d find himself uncharacteristically flustered, tucking a strand of red hair behind his ear to hide the rising heat in his cheeks while he hurriedly finishes the signature, unable to meet your gaze again without his heart racing.
Rin Itoshi 𓂃۶ৎ
Rin would initially meet your request with a cold, disinterested stare, acting as if signing an autograph is a tedious chore that’s beneath him. But as he reaches for the paper and catches a direct look at your face, his icy composure would momentarily crack; his pupils would dilate, and he’d experience a rare, silent hitch in his breathing as your face card hits him like a blindside tackle. To mask the sudden, frantic thumping in his chest, he’d furrow his brows and look away sharply, scrawling his name with aggressive precision while a stubborn, faint pink tint creeps onto his sharp features.
Sae Itoshi 𓂃۶ৎ
Sae would initially regard you with a bored, heavy-lidded gaze, treating the request with the same indifference he shows everything else. However, as he steps closer to take the pen, your face would catch him completely off guard, causing a rare, momentary lapse in his calculated movements. His eyes would flicker with a spark of genuine surprise, and he’d find himself lingering on your features just a second too long for someone who prides himself on being untouchable. To maintain his ego, he’d click his tongue and sign with elegant speed, but the slight, uncharacteristic tension in his jaw and the way he avoids a second look betray the fact that you actually managed to make him feel flustered.
Rensuke Kunigami 𓂃۶ৎ
Kunigami would approach the request with his usual earnestness, offering a polite nod and a steady hand as he reaches for your pen. However, the moment he makes eye contact to ask who to make it out to, his sturdy composure would completely crumble; your face card would hit him at full force. His broad shoulders would tense up as a massive, unmistakable blush burned across his face, and he’d suddenly become incredibly clumsy, stammering through a "thank you" while trying to maintain his stoic protector persona despite his heart drumming loudly against his ribs.
Shoei Barou 𓂃۶ৎ
Barou would initially scoff, crossing his arms and looking down at you with a sharp, intimidating glare as if your request is an insolent distraction for the "King." However, as he begrudgingly reaches for the pen and finally catches a full, clear look at your face, his dominant aura would instantly falter; he’d stiffen, his eyes widening as your face card momentarily overthrows his entire ego. His grip on the pen would tighten until his knuckles turned white, and a fierce, angry-looking blush would erupt across his face to mask his genuine shock. He’d scrawl a massive, aggressive signature while clicking his tongue, barking at you to "stop looking at me like that" just to hide the fact that he’s completely dazed and unable to hold your gaze for more than a second.
Reo Mikage 𓂃۶ৎ
Reo would approach you with his signature charm, flashing a confident, practiced smile as he smoothly takes the pen from your hand. However, the second he leans in to ask for your name and catches the full impact of your face card, his professional mask would completely shatter; his eyes would widen, and the witty remark he had prepared would die in his throat. Accustomed to having the best of everything, he’d find himself genuinely dazzled, his face heating up with a rich, flustered blush as he realizes that even with all his wealth, he’s never seen anything quite as captivating as you. He’d finish the signature with a slightly trembling hand, his usual poise replaced by a shy, uncharacteristic stammer as he hands it back, his mind already racing to figure out how to see you again.
Seishiro Nagi 𓂃۶ৎ
Nagi would look down at you with his usual sleepy, half-lidded expression, probably leaning his chin on his hand and sighing about how much of a "hassle" it is to hold a pen. However, the moment he lazily tilts his head to look at your face, his eyes would suddenly snap wide open, the dull fog in his gaze clearing instantly as your face card registers in his brain. He’d freeze mid-reach, his mouth falling open slightly in a rare display of genuine effort as he just... stares, completely mesmerized by how pretty you are. He’d end up signing the paper in a daze, his movements uncharacteristically careful as he murmurs a soft, "Whoa... you're really high-spec," his heart beating faster than it ever has during a game.
Oliver Aiku 𓂃۶ৎ
Aiku would greet you with a lazy, practiced wink and a smooth, "Sure thing, gorgeous," leaning in with the effortless confidence of someone who’s used to being the center of attention. However, the moment he gets into your personal space and catches a full look at your face card; his bicolored eyes would widen, and the flirty remark on the tip of his tongue would dissolve into a rare, stunned silence. He’d finish the autograph with a slightly shaky flourish, clearing his throat and rubbing the back of his head with a sheepish, lopsided grin, realizing he just got completely played by your looks.
Shuto Sendou 𓂃۶ৎ
Sendou would initially be striking a dramatic, practiced pose and flashing a confident grin as he prepares to give you his autograph. But as he looks up to hand the paper back and your "face card" finally registers, his ego would instantly deflate into pure, unadulterated shock; his jaw would drop, and he’d let out a weird, strangled noise as he realizes you’re more "main character" than he is. He’d become a stuttering mess, his salmon-pink hair practically blending in with his beet-red face as he frantically tries to act cool while accidentally signing the name of a random Japanese idol instead of his own.
Ryusei Shidou 𓂃۶ৎ
Shidou would meet your request with a wild, predatory grin, leaning into your space with zero regard for boundaries. But the moment he actually focuses on your face, his usual chaotic energy would hit a sudden, electric snag; his pink eyes would widen, and he’d let out a low whistle. Instead of getting shy, he’d become hyper-fixated, his grin turning sharp as he scrawls his name with jagged strokes, declaring that your looks are a “total masterpiece” while leaning so close you can feel the heat radiating off him, clearly exhilarated by the unexpected "explosion" your beauty just set off in his brain.
Tabito Karasu 𓂃۶ৎ
Karasu would approach you with a sharp, analytical gaze and a confident smirk, his Kansai dialect adding a smooth, teasing edge to his voice. However, the second he gets into his ideal range to sign and actually processes your face card. There would be a rare, flustered heat rising to his face as he realizes you’re anything but mediocre, you’re a total masterpiece. He’d try to play it off with a dry laugh, but the way his hand lingers on yours as he returns the pen proves that you’ve officially become the only person capable of making him lose his cool.
Otoya Eita 𓂃۶ৎ
Otoya would slide into your space with a practiced smirk, his hands shoved lazily in his pockets as he hums a smooth, "Sure, but what's in it for me?" with the effortless confidence of a seasoned flirt. However, the second he tilts his head to catch a full look at your face card, he’d stop mid-lean, his half-lidded eyes snapping wide open as his brain short-circuits at how gorgeous you actually are. For a guy who treats romance like a low-effort game, he’d find himself uncharacteristically breathless, as he realizes his usual pick-up lines have completely evaporated. He’d sign the paper with a slow, lingering touch, his smirk turning a bit more private and strained as he murmurs, "Forget the autograph... can I just get your number instead?"
Kenyu Yukimiya 𓂃۶ৎ
Yukimiya would approach the request with the polished, effortless grace of a professional model, offering you a radiant camera-ready smile and a gentle, "Of course, it’s a pleasure." However, the moment he adjusts his glasses and leans in to catch a full, clear look at your face, his composure would instantly shatter, leaving him genuinely breathless and momentarily stunned. He’d finish the signature with a slightly trembling hand, his usual smooth banter replaced by a shy, mesmerized silence as he realizes that, for the first time in his life, he’s the one who’s been left totally starstruck.
Hiori Yo 𓂃۶ৎ
Hiori would approach you with his usual calm politeness, offering a soft "Oh, for me? Of course," as he takes the paper with a gentle smile. However, the second he looks up to ask for your name and catches the full, radiant impact of your face card, his turquoise eyes widens as if he’d just encountered a hidden, ultra-rare character in an RPG. Usually the most level-headed player on the field, he’d find his breath hitching. His focus completely shattered by how impossibly pretty you are. He’d finish the signature with a slightly shaky hand, his soft Kansai dialect turning even more quiet and bashful as he murmurs, "Whoa... you're stunning."
Michael Kaiser 𓂃۶ৎ
Kaiser would approach you with his usual arrogance, his blue-tinted eyes flickering with a bored smirk as he assumes you’re just another unimportant peasant seeking a glance at the King. However, as he leans in to sign with a lazy, practiced flourish, the moment your face card hits him full-on, his composure would instantly short-circuit; his hand would pause mid-signature as he realizes he’s just encountered something truly divine. For a narcissist who usually commands the room, he’d find himself uncharacteristically breathless, his usual witty jokes dying in his throat. He’d click his tongue and look away sharply to hide the rare, frantic thumping in his chest, his usual cool "Michael Kaiser" persona completely shattered by the sheer, undeniable beauty of you.
Alexis Ness 𓂃۶ৎ
Ness would approach you with his usual, "cheerful" and frantic energy, his wide, slightly-unsettling smile firmly in place as. However, the second he leans in to ask for your name and catches a full look at your face, his Kaiser-centered world-view would instantly shatter. He usually only has eyes for Kaiser, but he’d find his breath hitching as a rare, genuine, and incredibly flustered blush blooms across his cheeks, his focus completely shattered by how stunning you are. He’d finish the signature with a slightly shaky hand, his voice turning quiet and bashful as he murmurs a soft, "Whoa... you're way more magical than any play I've seen."
minimal effort. he’ll carry you to the bath tub, clean up the bed and leave out clothes for you and leave the rest to you. unless if that day he really went all out on you, then he’ll put in more effort. he’ll get a cup of water for you, help you wash your hair and sometimes help you dry it
- body part (his fav body part of yours & his)
he likes his face. not that he’s narcissistic, but he’s attractive and he knows it. plus, with the effort of the all skin care, its only natural he’ll admire his face more. on the other hand, he likes your thighs and ass the most, its not like he’ll make it obvious, but during sex, he’ll always puts you in positions where those 2 places are the most easily accessible for him to grab and knead.
- cum (anything to do with cum)
cums a bucketload of it whenever he does. even when your orgasm is over, his hips will still be stuttering and shaking dripping out cum. he keeps a healthy diet so expect the taste and texture to be bearable
- dirty secret
whenever he’s shopping without you and passes by a lingerie shop, he’ll stop by there and stroll awhile, thinking which one will look the best on you. doesn’t even buy anything, just pictures you in his head wearing the lacy white bra with a ribbon in the middle and then leaves
- experience
not much, but not clueless. he knows how to have foreplay, how to find which spots give you the most pleasure by examining your reactions and just the usual stuff. though if you asked him stuff like breeding kinks, size kinks, roleplay, he’ll need you to explain it to him thoroughly
- favourite position
doggy. it gives him a sense of control and also gives easy access to your ass and thighs for him to grab at. though, while it rarely ever happens, reverse cowgirl is a solid choice too if he’s feeling lazy or if you want to be in control. it comes second after doggy
- goofy (how serious he is during sex)
very. he’ll never be the type to think sex is something to play around with, its something intimate and shared with 2 people who has a deep connection, you probably won’t ever see him smile during or half-ass sex— but maybe when its those type of times when you’re a blabbering mess and begging him to cum inside you, he’ll crack the slightest smile at how adorable you are.
- hair (how well groomed he is and does he care about yours)
well-trimmed. not even for sexual purposes, he just likes to keep everything about himself neat. as for yours, he couldn’t care less about it. doesn’t matter to him as long as you’re the one comfortable with it
- intimacy (how he is during the moment)
likes praising you, but never over the top. when he notices you’re gripping the sheets tighter than usual, or you’re starting to squirm, he’ll lean down and press a kiss on your cheek, “you’re doing good. just relax, don’t force yourself if you can’t handle it.” and he says it if its the most casual thing in the world, but only if he knew how flushed your face got afterwards.
- jack off
not a lot, but does it once in awhile out of self-care if he’s feeling stressed or pent up. if you would count how many times he’s jacked off, it would be at most two or three times a month , which is why he cums a lot whenever you two have sex.
- kink
likes seeing your ass red after sex from him pounding into you, its like a secret mark that shows you belong to him that nobody else knows about. other than that, he does quite enjoy thigh riding. seeing you desperately grind on him to get off while he just sits there and watches you is some sort of power play for him
- location
nowhere except the house. considering his status, do you think he’ll really be turned on by doing in somewhere like a library, a public bathroom, a hotel…… and there’s a fuck load of reasons why he wouldn’t do it outside. one, hidden cameras. two, caught? pr team will be on his ass, the media will be on his ass, brand sponsorships are gone. more stress for him, less time with you.
- motivation (what gets him going)
not much, he’s learned to stay composed, so really. if you try to tease him, wear skimpy outfits around him, or even just wear nothing but pure lingerie— the most you’re getting from him is a deadpanned stare. because “if you’re horny, just tell me and i’ll help you.” and in the end, you always have to say it outright for him to get in the mood for you.
- no
he’s mostly up for everything if you ask him nicely and set boundaries, unless if it includes actually hurting one and another, piss, shit, blood and just extreme kinks in general, consider him out.
- oral (head)
wouldn’t encourage it since he thinks its unsanitary for both ends, but if you really beg and plead him, he’ll give in one time just to experiment. and its not like he’s scared, he’ll start lapping away at your pussy as soon as you spread your legs. he’ll tongue-fuck you, suck and lick your clit like a starved man. you’ve never came faster. as for him, he only made you take the tip in fear that you wouldn’t be able to breathe properly or gag midway, but even with just the tip in, this man was trying so hard to not whimper to save his pride. and who knows? maybe he’ll give in just one more time. and then one last time. then one more. and more.
- pace
never jumps into it too quick despite wanting to, knowing its harder for you to take him. gives you a few minutes, and when he notices you’ve relaxed, he waits for you to give him the go signal before finally moving. at first he’ll do slow rolls of his hips to make sure you feel every inch of him, then progressively gets quicker until he’s basically ramming into you to the point your hole is completely loose.
- quickie
never. like said above, he’d never half-ass things, it leaves him feeling unsatisfied and confused, so he tries to stay away from quickies as much as possible. even if your schedules keep clashing to the point theres barely enough time to have sex, he’ll still tell you to wait til the next time you both have enough time. if able to, he’ll send you some videos of him jacking off with a text, “i hope this will help you even just a little bit. i promise to treat you when we have free time.” and its hard to stay mad at him when you’re writhing around a vibrator while rewatching that same clip over and over again
- risk (does he try new things during sex?)
only if you ask him to, he’s a very vanilla person in general so he wouldn’t suggest or initiate any kinks during sex unless you do so.
- stamina
he can last for hours, can and will rip out multiple orgasms from you while holding back himself from cumming until the last round because he prioritises your pleasure before his own. wouldn’t even mind since its always like a small reward at the end
- toys
meh. wouldn’t specifically buy toys for himself, cock rings? pocket pussies? just the names make them sound like torture devices. he wouldn’t specifically buy toys for you either, but if you owned a vibe, sure he’d use it on you occasionally, he wouldn’t mind you having dildos either but still, he’d prefer if you just used the real one instead.
- unfair (how much he likes to tease)
only when you’ve been a brat throughout the day, then he’ll take longer to start giving you what you want. he’ll tease and put you on the edge until you’re literally dripping like a broken pipe down there, “have you learned your lesson?” and you nod like your heads about to fall off, thats when he’s completely satisfied and starts to fuck you. on other normal days, he wouldn’t go so far to tease and put you on the edge, just normal foreplay and he’ll dive right into it
- volume
a groaner. his groans are always breathy and low, but the loudest he gets is when he finally sinks into your pussy, when you clench around him or when he cums. but if say, you’re on top with reverse cowgirl, you could hear him whine just the slightest bit, but he’ll always deny it afterwards.
- wild card (random hc for him)
when you put on new lingerie for him, send him nudes, or even if you’re just wearing tights that show off your ass perfectly, he’ll actually salivate in his mouth. he won’t drool, but its just something he subconsciously does whenever he thinks you look breathtaking.
- xray (how long his dick is)
not thick, but looong. he wouldn’t even be able to fit all of it in before it presses against your cervix, so just guess how long that’d be.
- yearning (his sex drive)
again, not high. he’ll have sex with you if you ask him to, but he’ll never specially request for it. not because he doesn’t want to, but because he doesn’t want you to feel pressured to say yes if you’re not in the mood, so he’ll always just wait for you to ask him.
- zzz (how fast he falls asleep after)
obviously he wouldn’t fall asleep immediately. he still has you to take care of, the bedsheets to wash and change, change into new clothes and all of the sorts. he won’t fall asleep until you’re beside him or in his arms babbling on and on about how good it felt.
in summary: always puts 100%, puts your pleasure before his, very vanilla, sex with him would be a 10/10 experience
a/n writers block so just something half assed for now
for toys, he would probably get a dildo for reader of his size. or insist she (using she/her prns bcos xuan only writes for f!readers) uses dildos of his size only.
꒰ ᩧ ֺ ۪ thinking about.. reader as a nature lover!
—ᓚᘏᗢ cw: fluff, gender isn't specified!
synposis: you wouldn't stop talking about your obsession with a certain flower. turns out sae was attentive the entire time and surprises you!
you never stopped rambling about how much you loved pink tulips. when sae didn't know you well, he thought you were allergic to pollen, but it turns out you really adored tulips! especially the pink ones.
sae pretended to not listen and acted as if he was busy scrolling on twitter. but he actually paid attention to whatever you were yapping about!
he bought you your favorite flowers every month, the pink tulips along with some other flowers like peonies and lilies! he thought they "would go along with the tulips."
but your obsession didn't end there. you constantly asked sae for your own tulip garden in his penthouse. you never needed to ask sae for things, he would also provide just what you wanted!
but this time you were very stubborn and insisted for him to surprise you with a tulip garden!
so, on your birthday, sae decided to take you somewhere special. he instructed that you put on the pink fuzzy blindfold folded neatly in the small compartment in the passenger seat.
you agreed, your blushing and contagious giggling made sae smile as well. ♡
a soft pink tulip garden glowing under the warm hues of sunset, petals catching shades of gold and blush as the sky fades into orange and rose.
the flowers sway gently in the evening breeze, the air calm and lightly sweet, while the fading light makes everything feel quiet and dreamlike.
you’d fall quiet the moment you see it, eyes softening as the endless pink blooms glow under the fading sunset.
there’s something almost unreal about it, the way every petal catches the light just right, like it was made for you. you’d smile without even realizing, taking it in slowly, like you don’t want the moment to slip away.
you turned around and threw yout arms around itoshi sae, "you are the best, i love you so much sae."
"i know i am the best. i love you so much cariño. i am glad you liked the surprise." he had his signature smug on which only you got to see, and he embraced you in his arms.
his chin resting on your head as he held you closer and tighter.
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Omg may I request for Bf!Shidou getting jealous 😭🙏🏻
꒰ ᩧ ֺ ۪ nights like this ʾ ˖
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a/n: thank you for the request! not really proud of this.. i tried matching it with gyaru headers bcos he's a pretty gyaru boy ෆ
content: bf!shidou × reader, established relationship? jealousy undertones.
it doesn’t start small with him. it never does.
you both were at this club he dragged you to, shido was seated at this big couch, surrounded by his fangirls and teammates.
he kept eyeing you from afar, you were sitting at the bar, sipping your drink.
one second he’s across the room, sprawled out like he owns the place—grinning, loud, all teeth and chaos.
next second— he’s right there. “oi.”
you barely register it before his arm hooks around your waist, dragging you flush against him like it’s instinct. like he didn’t even think about it.
your sentence cuts off mid-laugh. “shidou—what the hell?”
he doesn’t answer. not immediately. he’s looking past you. not at you. at him.
the guy you were talking to freezes under that stare—awkward, confused—mumbles something about “i’ll just go” and yeah, good choice, honestly.
because the second he’s gone— shidou finally looks at you. and it’s wrong. too sharp. too bright. like he’s seconds away from doing something stupid and enjoying it.
“you having fun, sweets?” he asks, voice light.
you blink. “yeah? i was just talking—”
“talking,” he repeats, amused. like it’s a joke only he’s in on.
his hand slides up your side, gripping your waist tighter—not gentle. grounding.
“looked like more than that.”
you frown. “what’s that supposed to mean?”
he laughs.
actually laughs.
tilts his head, eyes dragging over your face like he’s trying to catch you slipping.
“don’t piss me off,” he says, still smiling. “i just watched you giggle at some random like he did something.”
“he told a joke—”
“i don’t care.” flat. immediate.
his fingers dig in just slightly. not enough to hurt, but enough to remind.
you stare at him now. really stare. “you’re being ridiculous.”
“yeah?” his grin widens. “and?” he leans down suddenly—too close, breath warm against your lips. “still mine.”
your heart stutters. not soft—never soft with him. intense. everything with him is intense.
“no one said i wasn’t,” you shoot back, trying to hold your ground.
he hums. low. unconvinced.
“didn’t sound like it.”
“what does that even mean—”
“means,” he cuts in, voice dropping, “i don’t like other people thinking they’ve got a shot.”
his thumb hooks under your chin, tilting your face up—rough, careless, like he knows you won’t pull away. cause they don’t.
your breath hitches despite yourself. “shidou—” he cuts you off.
“-say it.” there’s no hesitation in him. no second-guessing.
just demand. you exhale sharply. “i’m yours.”
he doesn’t react. not enough. “louder.”
you glare at him. “are you serious—”
his grip tightens. just a bit. “say it like you mean it.”
god, he’s impossible, but you still do it. “…i’m yours, shidou.”
this time— yeah. that lands.
you see it in the way his shoulders loosen just a fraction. the way his grin shifts—less wild, more satisfied. like he won something. “there it is.”
he leans in, pressing his forehead against yours—then immediately dragging his mouth over yours, messy, unapologetic. not soft, not slow—just his.
claiming, reminding.
you barely have time to react before he pulls back, breath uneven but grin back in place.
“next time,” he mutters, thumb brushing your lip like he owns even that, “don’t make me come get you.”
you roll your eyes, pushing at his chest. “you literally appeared out of nowhere.”
“yeah.” he shrugs, completely unbothered. “and i’ll do it again.” of course he will.
you huff. “you’re insane.”
he laughs—bright, sharp, alive. “and you love it.”
“…unfortunately.”
“nah,” he grins, pulling you back into him like the conversation’s already over, like this is just where you belong.
“very fortunately.”
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Omg may I request for Bf!Shidou getting jealous 😭🙏🏻
꒰ ᩧ ֺ ۪ nights like this ʾ ˖
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a/n: thank you for the request! not really proud of this.. i tried matching it with gyaru headers bcos he's a pretty gyaru boy ෆ
content: bf!shidou × reader, established relationship? jealousy undertones.
it doesn’t start small with him. it never does.
you both were at this club he dragged you to, shido was seated at this big couch, surrounded by his fangirls and teammates.
he kept eyeing you from afar, you were sitting at the bar, sipping your drink.
one second he’s across the room, sprawled out like he owns the place—grinning, loud, all teeth and chaos.
next second— he’s right there. “oi.”
you barely register it before his arm hooks around your waist, dragging you flush against him like it’s instinct. like he didn’t even think about it.
your sentence cuts off mid-laugh. “shidou—what the hell?”
he doesn’t answer. not immediately. he’s looking past you. not at you. at him.
the guy you were talking to freezes under that stare—awkward, confused—mumbles something about “i’ll just go” and yeah, good choice, honestly.
because the second he’s gone— shidou finally looks at you. and it’s wrong. too sharp. too bright. like he’s seconds away from doing something stupid and enjoying it.
“you having fun, sweets?” he asks, voice light.
you blink. “yeah? i was just talking—”
“talking,” he repeats, amused. like it’s a joke only he’s in on.
his hand slides up your side, gripping your waist tighter—not gentle. grounding.
“looked like more than that.”
you frown. “what’s that supposed to mean?”
he laughs.
actually laughs.
tilts his head, eyes dragging over your face like he’s trying to catch you slipping.
“don’t piss me off,” he says, still smiling. “i just watched you giggle at some random like he did something.”
“he told a joke—”
“i don’t care.” flat. immediate.
his fingers dig in just slightly. not enough to hurt, but enough to remind.
you stare at him now. really stare. “you’re being ridiculous.”
“yeah?” his grin widens. “and?” he leans down suddenly—too close, breath warm against your lips. “still mine.”
your heart stutters. not soft—never soft with him. intense. everything with him is intense.
“no one said i wasn’t,” you shoot back, trying to hold your ground.
he hums. low. unconvinced.
“didn’t sound like it.”
“what does that even mean—”
“means,” he cuts in, voice dropping, “i don’t like other people thinking they’ve got a shot.”
his thumb hooks under your chin, tilting your face up—rough, careless, like he knows you won’t pull away. cause they don’t.
your breath hitches despite yourself. “shidou—” he cuts you off.
“-say it.” there’s no hesitation in him. no second-guessing.
just demand. you exhale sharply. “i’m yours.”
he doesn’t react. not enough. “louder.”
you glare at him. “are you serious—”
his grip tightens. just a bit. “say it like you mean it.”
god, he’s impossible, but you still do it. “…i’m yours, shidou.”
this time— yeah. that lands.
you see it in the way his shoulders loosen just a fraction. the way his grin shifts—less wild, more satisfied. like he won something. “there it is.”
he leans in, pressing his forehead against yours—then immediately dragging his mouth over yours, messy, unapologetic. not soft, not slow—just his.
claiming, reminding.
you barely have time to react before he pulls back, breath uneven but grin back in place.
“next time,” he mutters, thumb brushing your lip like he owns even that, “don’t make me come get you.”
you roll your eyes, pushing at his chest. “you literally appeared out of nowhere.”
“yeah.” he shrugs, completely unbothered. “and i’ll do it again.” of course he will.
you huff. “you’re insane.”
he laughs—bright, sharp, alive. “and you love it.”
“…unfortunately.”
“nah,” he grins, pulling you back into him like the conversation’s already over, like this is just where you belong.
“very fortunately.”
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"damn ryo, didn't take your girl for a party animal," toji let out in a low chuckle while taking the blunt back from sukuna.
"she's not. she's probably with shoko in the corner or somethin'." sukuna blew out a cloud of smoke before taking the blunt back from toji.
"ya' sure thats not her right there?" toji snorted out.
sukuna sat up a little straighter from his slouched position on the couch he and toji sat on, his eyes scanned the room, hoping to find you in your usual corner with shoko and the other girls. his half lidded eyes widened the slightest bit as they finally fell on you.
you were in the kitchen, chugging something out of a red solo cup,
in between satoru and suguru .
standing way too fucking close for comfort.
the two men towered over you even as their heads leaned back to chug, gojo finished first and threw his cup down earning a bunch of loud cheers and howls from the other frat brothers surrounding the three of you. gojo flashed a cocky smile and wiped his mouth before his eyes flicked down to you.
you didn't even wanna come to gojos stupid ass party in the first place, yet here you were surrounded by a bunch of frat dudes, chugging one down like you were one of the brothers.
"the fuck?" sukuna took the blunt from his lips and practically threw it on tojis lap before shooting up from his spot on the couch. he was fuming. he could feel the heat rising in his ears.
sukuna forcefully pushed past the dancing crowd, his large frame allowing him to do so with ease. he watched as you threw your drink down just before suguru did, earning even more cheers, that wasn't what bothered sukuna, it was the fact that satoru leaned down and whispered something in your ear with that stupid cocky smile he always wore— then suguru had the audacity to shove a piece of paper in your hand all smug like he didn't just lose.
sukuna finally made his way into the kitchen catching satoru and suguru at the perfect time, his dark ruby eyes made contact with yours, causing you to light up.
"oh hiii kuna!" you slurred out while leaning against the counter like it was a lifeline, earning a chuckle from the two men beside you.
"the hell're you doin' with my girl?" sukuna grumbled, his brows ruffled.
"calm yer' tits ryomen, just having a little friendly competition s'all." satoru snorted.
"get the fuck away from my girlfriend you intolerant shits." the tattooed man growled out, stepping closer to the two, making the difference in height more apparent.
"what she can't have a friendly competition now? kinda toxic of you ryomen. you put up with that sweetheart?" suguru nudged you softly.
sukunas eye twitched, opening his mouth to say something—instead getting cut off by you.
you pushed off of the counter and shook your head, "'kuna s'okay m'fine, and look I won twenty dollarsss!"
the pink haired brute scoffed and ran a hand over his face, "fine my ass, ya can't even stand straight. we're leaving." he pushed past the two men, shoulder checking satoru a little rougher than needed, and grabbed your wrist and led you out of the kitchen.
-
sukuna practically carried you to the car despite your protests to stay, he even helped you put your seatbelt on because you almost had a meltdown over it not clicking in place.
sukunas grip on the wheel tightening as he sped down the streets, you crossed your arms and huffed out a breath.
sukuna let out a tired sigh, "what?"
"m'not a kid, I can put on my own seatbelt."
"princess, you couldn't even walk to the damn car on your own."
you scoffed, "yes I could've."
sukuna tsked and pressed his foot down on the gas.
"whhyy're we even leaving, weren't you the one that wanted t'go to that dumb party n'the first place."
"first of all yer' a drunk mess, second of all you weren't with shoko like you said you would be, and third of all you left yourself vulnerable in a room full of drunk guys whispering up in your ear." sukuna bit back.
his tone shift made you tense up a little, "it wasn't my fault, she left with some guy, the satoru came up to me and—"
"you should've come to me." sukuna's grip tightened on the wheel as he turned to look at you.
you clenched your jaw, head spinning, your mouth opened preparing to spill whatever the alcohol made you bold enough to say, "what I can't interact with other guys now? is that why you're soooo upset?"
"I didn't say that." sukuna replied lowly.
"bullshit. you were jus' jealous that I was socializing instead of bein' the perfect obedient puppy you want me to be, and when I finally start enjoying myself... you force me to leave."
"the hell are you talking about?" he kept his volume the same, more confused than angry.
"admit it, you loveee that m'not like all the other sorority girls you used to fuck, you like me isolated and quiet and... and reserved! you act like you own me, like im just some... some pet you get to order around, and s'all bullshit s'kuna, and you know it." your voiced raised just the slightest, tears welling in your eyes for a reason you couldn't fathom.
sukuna glanced your way, his chest tightening at the sight of your tears, he was trying his hardest to be understanding but the anger of his previous interaction with the two men, and your carelessness regarding your surroundings still remained. sukuna didn't know if it was the guilt talking or the buzz he felt from the blunt he shared, but whatever it was caused his words to come out harsher then he meant.
"bullshit? you wanna know what bullshit is? me having to watch those two perverts get way too close to you while yer' drunk outta yer mind, then getting yelled at because I wanna look out for my girlfriend—who's acting like a fucking brat. you wanna act like that then go fuck around with someone else, shit I bet satoru would be first in line."
the car went silent.
you began shuffling through your purse, tears streaming down your face. had he heard nothing you'd said? your movements were sloppy from how drunk you were, but they grew more and more aggressive the more frustrated you got.
"I didn't mean that—" his hand moved slowly to stop your rapid movements but you just shoved it away.
you sniffled and continued rummaging through your purse, sukuna called your name once, twice, by the third time he pulled over on the side of the road and parked the car.
your movements didn't stop, you were full on sobbing now, you always hated how hysterical alcohol made you.
"princess, stop." sukuna huffed out, slowly placing a hand on your cheek, his thumb gently wiped your tears.
your movements slowed to a stop, you tore away from his painfully soothing grasp and turned to stare out the window.
sukuna let out a small sigh and pulled his hand back, "what're you looking for baby?"
"my keys. I wan... I wanna go home. take me home ryo." you sniffled.
sukunas chest tightened again, his jaw clenched tight as he shut his eyes and let out a huff, "I'll take you back to mine okay? we can find your keys tomorrow, you need to rest."
you wiped your remaining tears, smudging your make up even more, "fine, but m'not sleeping with you."
your voice was just above a whisper, it cracked just the slightest bit, sukuna felt another pang in his chest—there were so many questions he wanted to ask, so many things he wanted to say, but he just bit the inside of his cheek and began driving.
-
you passed out on the way back to the frat house, you don't even remember how you ended up in his room, but you do remember him laying you down on his bed and helping you change.
the sounds of him ruffling through your purse filled the room, you drifted in and out of consciousness, sinking into his soft sheets. the feeling of him rubbing your face gently made you open your eyes again.
"kuna?" you whispered.
"hm?" sukuna hummed lowly, trying his best to take off whatever make up was left on your face.
"m'sorry."
"for what?" he muttered, trying his hardest to sound stern.
"for everything." you eyes began to well with tears again, sukuna wiped them quickly.
"wasn't your fault. I was being an ass." he wiped your cheek with a wipe one last time before standing, "we'll talk tomorrow."
he pulled the blanket over your shoulder, and watched as you sunk back into the pillow, your eyes shut again. he placed a soft peck on your forehead before stepping out of his room, shutting the door quietly.
sukuna's large frame was sprawled out on the couch, he lay wide awake, half praying the sun would come out sooner, and the other half praying the pit in his stomach would go away.
it was gonna be a long night.
a/n this was supposed to be fluff but lwk dk what happened. not proofread.
yeahh i get you… but don’t worry too much about mischaracterization okay?? it’s completely normal for certain aus or tropes. and if we’re really talking about mischaracterization, almost HALF of the bllk boys wouldn’t even know how to interact with a girl let’s be forreal 😭😭
yesyes i wont!! thats true tho.. so many of them are shy babies 🥹🙏🏻 sorry for keeping yall starving 😭😞
