SKZ!Fake Texts: He Calls You Clingy III (Maknae Line)

SKZ!Fake Texts: He Calls You Clingy III (Maknae Line)

Part 1 Part 2 Hyung Line

Jisung:

Felix:

Seungmin:

Jeongin:

Taglist: @jaquisos @lovesunshinefelix @lixpixstix @lixxpix @redstayrosie

this is what i’ve been thinking for some time now. israhell has been losing the public support slowly for some time now and they know their propaganda doesn’t work that much anymore and i know that for sure they are trying to get zionists that are in art fields like music to be in the spotlight and to share propaganda bc it is known that some of them are literally paid to do so! scooter braun being one of them but who knows if someone like that isn’t already working with other companies and that we don’t know of? i mean… txt having a zionist producer in a song and skz doing a collab with a zionist is no coincidence! this will be happening more often if as fans we don’t speak out! zionists can’t be comfortable in this industry… people who support genocides shouldn’t have a place in music! they need to feel shame and these companies should too so please… open your eyes! notice every single person that collaborates with groups and pay attention bc this is already ugly as it is but if we don’t do anything it will get way worse

Myth

Bang Chan x reader. highly recommend listening to Myth by Beach House while reading! <3

Skimming across the edge of being friends and something more with Chan is a dangerous game. Even more so when you're both sharing the same bed.

(@inniejeonginnie cameo because she's innie's gf!)

skz song series masterlist

"The heater won't work," Seungmin announces to the group, and you all stare at each other blankly.

This was Seungmin's family cabinet. It was a tradition for you all to go there on your winter break- Seungmin, Jeongin and their partners, and then you and Chan. There were only three bedrooms along with the living room- that's where Chan was supposed to sleep. But the heater isn't working. He'll surely freeze in there all by himself.

"He can stay in my room, it's okay," you smile slightly, turning around to gauge Chan's reaction. He smiles back, but his hand is curled into a tight fist. He unclenches it once he spots you staring.

"Then that's settled! See you tomorrow!" Jeongin rapidly exclaims, happy at the prospect of not having to sleep next to Chan. He pulls his girlfriend Anya by the hand, biding you all goodnight.

One by one they all go upstairs, until it's only you and Chan left in there. Suddenly, the oxygen is sucked out of the room; and you feel as if you're standing in a field doused with gasoline, where a single flame teeters on the edge of igniting- threatening to set you both aflame.

"You coming?" you ask and he nods wordlessly. You walk ahead first, and Chan places his hand on your lower back. He drops it once you reach the top of the stairs, but the ghost of his touch lingers in there, his fingertips now seared into your spine.

The light is warm in your room, curtsey of the chandelier hanging from the wall. Its yellow glow reflects on Chan's honeyed skin, and you can't seem to take your eyes off of him as he settles on the edge of your bed.

"I'll go change and then you can go to the bathroom too," you say quietly, and he simply nods. He hasn't spoken once since you invited him in. It's driving you insane. Did he not want this? Were you reading all the signs wrong?

You come out of the bathroom; your hair put away in a braid to keep it out of your face. You can feel Chan’s burning gaze on the curve of your exposed neck, before he goes in after you without a word.

You climb into the bed, your back flush against the headboard. You watch silently as Chan comes out his turn. He's wearing a simple black t-shirt and loose shorts. Suddenly, you are hit by the domesticity of it all. You and Chan in your pajamas, sharing the same bed. Is this how it would be if you started dating? Waiting for him to get changed, to come onto the bed with you? Maybe you'd brush your teeth together, maybe he'd be the one braiding your hair.

"Good night," he whispers, his voice hoarse as he turns the light off.

"Good night," you say just as quietly, palpable tension oozing from the both of you.

You both lay down, heads facing the ceiling. The bed is big, big enough for you both to never touch each other throughout the night. And yet, you can feel the warmth radiating from his body, reaching your own in waves. He's so close and yet he feels so far away.

You can't sleep, you know you won't. Not when all you are thinking about is the man next to you. You don't know what changed; if you were in this bed one year ago, you'd both be cracking jokes. There would be no tense silence surrounding you, threatening to suffocate you under its weight.

But that would be a year ago. Things are different now between the two of you. You can't pinpoint when exactly, but suddenly, Chan's eyes on you were scorching, setting your body ablaze. Suddenly, each time your hand brushed against his, you felt butterflies roaming through your stomach, violently as if fighting for a way to come out and meet the man who's making you feel this way.

If you built yourself a myth, you'd know just what to give

Chan was abruptly everywhere. He was there, opening doors for you, and he was there wiping your tears away. He was there kissing your forehead gently and smiling so wildly at your unfunny jokes. Your eyes searched for his in every room, and you always found him looking back, always.

And he was there, when you were both tipsy over some cheap wine, giggling in the middle of an empty playground at midnight. He was there, caressing your cheeks and painting them pink, as if his fingers were paintbrushes and your face a canvas. And he was there, leaning forward and brushing his lips against yours, before moving them away.

What comes after this momentary bliss?

You've never spoken about that day, and here you are now, lying on the same bed, burning up.

"Are you asleep?" he asks after a while, turning around to look at you.

"No," you reply, shifting in your place to face him as well. "Are you cold?" you ask quietly.

"No. Never around you," he confesses breathlessly, making your heart skip a beat.

The consequence of what you do to me

He leans closer to you, his hand shaking as it raises up to rest on top of your cheek. You exhale a rugged breath, heart beating wildly in your chest.

"What are you doing?" you ask, and he shushes you slightly, his thumb trailing across your lower lip in an agonizing manner.

"Tell me this is real, that you feel it too," he pleads, eyes begging looking into yours. He leans even closer to you, until your noses brush against one another.

"Tell me I'm not imagining it, whatever this is. Help me to name it," he says as he places your hand on top of his heart. It's hammering in there too.

Help me to name it

You tentatively raise your free hand, tracing over his pretty features, and he closes his eyes, exhaling softly at your touch.  

"You drive me insane Chan," you whisper, "Why didn't you kiss me that night?"

"I thought you didn't want me to."

You shake your head, "I wanted you to."

Help me to name it

"Really?" he smiles tentatively, and you nod, "Really."

He's cautious as his hand slides down the back of your neck, pulling you closer. Your hand finds his hair, playing with its soft brown locks.

Help me to name it

"You want me?"

"I want you."

"What are we?" he asks, as his lips brush against yours once again.

"We can name it tomorrow."

BETTER THAN REVENGE !

Yang Jeongin, star player of JYP-U's soccer team needs a tutor to help revive his derailing grades. Y/N L/N, honor roll student at JYP-U needs a way to get back at her ex for cheating on her. What happens when 2 strangers with seemingly unrelated needs cross paths?

[ - ] pairings - soccer player!yang jeongin x fem!reader (+ a little bit of hyunjin x reader)

[ - ] genre - strangers to lovers, university au, social media au, fake dating

[ - ] taglist - open. send an ask or reply to this post to be added !

[ - ] warnings - swearing, kys jokes, angst, (maybe) smut (more will be added as the series progresses)

[ - ] started - 01/12/2023 | ended - ?

[ y/n et all ] | [ the boys ] | [ the antagonists ]

[ 1.0 ] kicked out

[ 2.0 ] the proposal

[ 3.0 ] oh...

[ 4.0 ] do revenge

[ 5.0 ] the spanish love deception life

[ 6.0 ] jackson wang

[ 7.0 ] oops

[ 8.0 ] pneumonia ?!

[ 9.0 ] liar

[ 10.0 ] americano fiasco

[ 11.0 ] karma

[ 12.0 ] mint ice cream

[ 13.0 ] Vincent Han Gogh

[ 14.0 ] sweater weather

[ 15.0 ] last chance

[ 16.0 ] hallucination

. . . more coming soon !

©lixie-phoria, 2023

soft Toji dog-sitting for a generous!reader

pt. 1 - pt. 2 - pt. 3 - pt. 4 - pt. 5

synopsis: Toji was quite accustomed to objectifying himself for a check. And to be frank, far worse actions as well. Now he’s not sure what to do with himself after meeting the kind and generous owner of the dog he pet-sits for.

read along as Toji grows more comfortable around you despite his past.

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Toji had stayed the night at many women's houses. At some point down the line, he started requesting they order him an Uber or something, but in the beginning, he was hardly at his own place. And for a brief period, when he was in a real desperate situation, he stayed with the women because he didn't have a place of his own.

That's why it's so strange to Toji, to feel apprehensive at staying the night in your home.

You won't even be there, what's it matter? He thought.

But then again, that might be why he's a bit uneasy about the whole thing. You were to be gone three days for a work event. And you had entrusted him with your entire place. He had showered and napped in your house, eaten your food and brought in the mail. He was comfortable to the point it felt like a second (much nicer) home. What he had never done, was stay the night. He certainly hadn't slept in your bed...

You had seemed overwhelmed and uneasy about the situation while walking him through everything. You had been on the opposite side of the kitchen island when you had said,

"I know this is so short notice, I'm terribly sorry, I wasn't even supposed to be on this trip, I asked not to go, but the other official called out sick." Your hands made grand and elaborate gestures and your dogs head wobbled as he followed your theatrical hands. "So now, I'm stuck, I have to go." You sounded upset.

"'S not a problem. So, what day does the trash go out, again?" He held back a grin as your shoulders drooped.

"Toji, you're my hero. Thank you. And Wednesday, don't worry if you forget to take it out though."

You had informed him that the dog would probably like it best if he stayed downstairs with him while you were away. Meaning-sleeping in the master bedroom. In your bedroom. On your bed.

Oh...kay...

He shrugged it off as you muttered some, "of course, I'll clean the sheets so don't worry about that..." And explained about the difficult relationship between the dog and the mailman. But he was too caught up in the fact that you were so trusting of him.

There didn't seem to be any uncomfortable air around you, other than your work-related stress around the trip, but you didn't seem to have a problem with this big-ass man spending a few days in at your place.

Toji had lots of appeal, and he had grown to know, the majority of it was sex appeal. And the fact that you clearly had no interest in that aspect of his abilities... made him feel odd. Any time he would throw a compliment at you, you would smile politely, and say something nice about him. Except it was always,

"You're so good at you're job!"

"I'm so glad I can trust you to look after my puppy!"

"I appreciate how efficient you are!"

it made his ears feel hot.

So did the smell of your bedsheets. In fact, your pillowcases had such an effect on him, on that first night you were gone, he found himself rummaging through your things to distract himself.

He meandered through your room, pulling books and sticky notes off dressers and walking through your closet nook. He intentionally did not open any drawers but when he stumbled upon a pair of pajamas lying on a bookcase ladder, he quickly turned around and went to examine the fascinating blanket collection at the foot of your bed.

Staying at your place meant he could sleep in if he wanted to, but that morning he got out of bed earlier than usual. He wasn't going to let his mind wander while lying in the same spot you lay.

He found himself pretending he actually lived in the space. Getting dressed. Feeding the dog. Making breakfast. All in the luxurious home he did not belong in. After some time he realized all of these fantasies included you. He imagined making coffee as you sat across the island, he imagined talking with you, as a normal person, over pancakes, or whatever the hell rich people ate.

Eventually, he had to shake the thoughts from his head as they began to seem too domestic.

One thing that carried throughout the days of your leave, was the photos. You had repeatedly told him to never hesitate to contact you, "And please feel free to send pictures!" So send pictures- he did.

On walks, in the back yard, while booping the dog's nose, after giving the beast a treat. He sent most to you but kept some for himself. You acted as if he was spoiling you with these images of your own canine, the hearted messages and polite, "This really made my day!" stuck with him, when in reality, you were the one spoiling him with how much you had given him for his stay.

Once upon a time, the money he had in his wallet would have already been gone. A real likelihood being that he took the cash and left the dog to fend for itself. Only naive people paid before the service was completed. But he was a different man now. Or so he told himself as he pondered how you must think of him.

You must think highly. To pay so much upfront. You must trust him.

That evening, after walking the dog one last time, he flipped his phone around in his hand while lying down, legs hanging off your mattress. It was late, he was wondering what you were doing and what he should spend his money on when he felt the vibrations of his phone.

He saw your contact pop up and was quick to open the messaging app. What he saw, however, confused him a great deal.

"I would like for you to not involve the police with this. If possible, do keep this event and its handlings between us, I would be unhappy if my colleagues heard about this."

He sprang up in the bed, his feet planted on the floor as he read and reread your message over and over. Confusion filled him, was this message intended for him? If so, had you discovered something about Toji's past? Or had you mistakenly sent the message to him?

What was this about?

He began to write back, only to stop. He wanted to see if you would alter your text, or confirm your mistake. When you didn't and he could not take it any longer. He responded.

"What event are we discussing?"

Immediately he saw that you had read his reply, and quickly he saw an ellipses appear. It faded quickly. He waited for what seemed like forever, unsure of what to say. "I would be unhappy if my colleagues heard about this" he knew you had discussed his working for you before with your co-workers before he distinctly told you he wasn't looking for more work.

Sick of all the waiting, he decided to call you. And as soon as the phone rang, it immediately went to voice mail.

Clearly, you had been in a hurry to avoid his call. Unsure of how to proceed, he texted again.

"???"

He had a sick feeling in his stomach as he rose to pace the bedroom. Finally a message arrived.

"Terribly sorry, that message was intded for my boss. I texted your ontact by mistake."

Toji tried to digest exactly what this meant. He saw the typos in your message and quickly wondered if you had ever been so careless before. He scrolled up to scan previous conversations but decided it was unimportant.

"I see" he began, he wanted to ask what was happening but he knew he wouldn't want anyone prying into him, especially if it involved anything incriminating. He tried to relax himself. Perhaps the comment had nothing to do with him, even so, he decided to call you again to clarify what had just happened.

In a harsh contrast to before, the phone barely had a chance to ring before you picked up. Toji knew he hadn't been thinking straight. But when he saw the call start he realized then that he hadn't planned what he was going to say. It wasn't but a moment later that he discovered that all of his unanswered questions were irrelevant.

He held the phone up to his ear and heard quick breaths from the other end of the call. What he assumed was a frantic exhale, came out more like a sob as he heard pained whimpers.

"Didn't mean to...sorry about tonight. It was my mistake." You were speaking very slowly, in a calculated sort of way. Still, your voice shook.

Toji was impossibly still as he listened to your voice. "What's going on, y/n?"

That night he would lay in bed, trying to sleep, and realize that this particular moment might have been the first time he used your name intentionally. In the moment, however, he was all too occupied to care. He wanted to come off as gentle and friendly, something he was completely unaccustomed to.

The line went quiet. There was a long pause before a throaty squeak came and a warbled, "...sorry" was heard. Just before the call ended.

Toji began to pace again, he called you once more before he decided that it might be best to not pressure you. He ran a hand down his face as he tried to write a text. But he had nothing to say, he was experiencing confusion and confusion alone.

Turns out, he didn't need to start the conversation again, in your never-ending kindness, you sent, "I'm sorry for all of this, this is a small matter with work at the moment and I did not mean to startle you. I see how it might have come off as concerning. I promise this will not effect you. I'm sorry. Please forget this occurred."

Relief flooded Toji faster than he could question it. So this didn't involve him. But what exactly was happening? He gave your message a thumbs up... but something was still stuck eating at his brain.

"Were you crying just now?" He sent.

He expected a long wait before you responded but, to his surprise you reply was prompt.

"Sorry about that."

And a moment later, "I didn't mean to involve you."

That feeling in his stomach sunk further as he stared at his phone. Unsure of what to say, your dog whimpered at his feet and Toji took a deep breath.

"I wasn't asking for you to apologize" he typed, trying to put his intentions into words. "Are you okay?"

He couldn't remember the last time he had asked someone about their wellbeing. So when you responded,

"Yes. I think so." He found himself slowly walking back to your bed. Staring at the floor as he sat on your comforter. He decided he wouldn't press.

He liked your message.

He laid in your bed.

And he tried to get the sound of your shaky breaths out of his mind.

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"ACT LIKE I'M A RANDOM WOMAN FLIRTING WITH YOU"

synopsis: in which you try the tiktok trend where you ask them to pretend you're a random woman hitting on them

content: multiple jjk characters x fem!reader, crack fic, foul language, reader calls toji daddy, and mentions of killing but like a joke. lmk if i missed some

note: saw this awhile back and just remembered about it so i had to :p let me know if you guys want a part two and i shall deliver

GOJO SATORU ❤︎

"okay, babe," you say, walking into the kitchen with a sly grin, ready to set your plan into motion. after scrolling through tiktok and stumbling upon a video where a girl asked her boyfriend to pretend she was someone else flirting with him, you couldn't resist trying it out yourself.

gojo, mid-coffee-making, turns around to your voice, eyebrow raised in mild curiosity. he already knows something's up by the playful smirk dancing on your lips and the mischief in your eyes.

"pretend i'm another woman flirting with you," you declare.

he pauses, a confused and amused laugh escaping his lips. "wha—?"

"okay, ready? go!" you cut him off, not giving him time to protest.

in an instant, you drop your playful demeanor and transform it into something sultry. your smile turns flirtatious, and with a slow, deliberate motion, you tug at your shirt, letting a bit more cleavage peek through. you flip your hair with a practiced grace, and with the confidence of a sly cat, you saunter toward him.

gojo's eyes widen slightly, clearly caught off guard, but the corners of his mouth lift in a grin, deciding to play your little game.

“hey, good-looking,” you purr, strutting a bit closer before spinning around with a playful wiggle of your hips. “i think there’s something on the back of my dress… can you check for me?” you throw a wink over your shoulder, your voice dripping with flirtation.

gojo's gaze slides from your face, down your figure, pausing a moment longer at your ass. his eyes twinkle mischievously as he looks back up at you. “sure thing, baby,” he says, his voice smooth. “just bend over a little more for me.”

the smile drops from your face immediately. you spin around, giving him a deadpan look. “are you serious right now?”

gojo throws his head back, laughing so hard that you know you should’ve seen this coming. there was no way he’d play along without pulling something like this. his laughter fills the kitchen, the sound contagious, even though you’re trying to keep a straight face.

“do it again,” he says, still grinning but now standing straighter, trying to regain his composure. “i'll be serious this time, promise,” he adds with a wink, slipping back into character.

gojo thinks the little frustrated huff you let out is adorable, but you decide to give him one more go, determined to keep the act alive. you fix him with another amorous look, closing the gap between you, pressing your chest against his. slowly, you drag your fingertip up his arm, then trace it along his neck, gently tilting his head toward you, the air between you thick with faux tension.

“h—” you start, your voice low and flirtatious.

"cursed technique amplification: blue. cursed technique re—"

only then do you break character. you burst into laughter, slapping a hand over his mouth before he can finish, the absurdity of his words too much for you to bear. your laugh echoes through the kitchen, and gojo's grin spreads against your palm, eyes twinkling with amusement.

“that's more like it."

GETO SUGURU ❤︎

you're lying beside geto, one leg draped lazily over his stomach, scrolling through tiktok while he’s absorbed in some conspiracy video on youtube. his face is all concentration—eyebrows furrowed, eyes narrowed, lips slightly pursed—totally engrossed in whatever wild theory the guy on the screen is spouting. you glance over at him, feeling a little amused by how seriously he’s taking it.

then, a memory hits you. that video you saved—the one where a girl pranks her boyfriend by pretending to flirt with him like she’s someone else. now's the perfect time to try it, with geto finally settled in bed instead of running around handling work or responsibilities.

without a second thought, you sit up, tossing your phone to the side. before he can react, you snatch his phone from his hand and toss it too. geto's head snaps towards you, mouth hanging open, already preparing to scold you for cutting off his video.

“shh,” you hush him, pressing a finger to his lips. “pretend i'm a random girl flirting with you. you don’t know me.”

he blinks at you, dumbfounded, staring at you like you’ve just suggested the most ridiculous idea he’s ever heard. his eyebrow arches skeptically, but he doesn’t protest, just watches you with that patient amusement he always has when you pull something unexpected.

grinning, you crawl over to him on all fours, slowly straddling his hips, your hand sliding up his chest as you lean in closer. “hi, baby. you look sooo good right now,” you say, your voice dripping with fake seduction. “can i see if you look even better underneath those clothes?”

you wait for him to play along, but he doesn’t move a muscle. he just stares up at you with the same confused expression, like he’s genuinely unsure of what’s happening. it's almost enough to annoy you, but his confusion is so sincere, you can’t help but find it endearing.

“i said—” you start again, leaning in closer.

“uh…who are you, and why are you in my bed?” he cuts you off, deadpan.

"oh—i just—" you sit up quickly, stammering, completely caught off guard by how fast he slipped into his role.

“no, like seriously. how did you get in here?” geto's voice takes on a more serious tone as he sits up, pushing you back onto the bed before standing, his eyes darting around the room like he’s genuinely concerned.

“babe—" you try, but he cuts you off with a sharp, “don't babe me!” he glares at you with a dramatic, wide-eyed expression, pacing around like someone truly freaked out. “i am scared. i'm calling the cops.”

you can’t hold it in anymore and start giggling wildly as you watch him, fully committed to this bizarre little roleplay. he grabs his phone, muttering to himself, and you slide off the bed, barely able to contain your laughter as you reach for his phone, half-worried about just how far he's willing to take this joke for your amusement.

“okay, okay! i get it, psycho!” you say, still giggling as you snatch the phone from him.

he finally cracks a smile, the playful glint returning to his eyes as he pulls you close, arms wrapping snugly around you. “you're the psycho,” he says, voice dropping to a soft, teasing murmur. “breaking into my house and shit.”

CHOSO KAMO ❤︎

“cho, can you try something with me?” you break the comfortable silence that has settled between you and your sweet boyfriend. he glances up from the abstract coloring page he’s been working on, setting down the colored pencil he’s been using next to the rest of the set—the same expensive pencils you gave him for his birthday a few years ago. he refuses to replace them, even as they wear down over time, because they’re from you.

“yeah, sure.” choso turns toward you, his full attention on you, always so patient and willing to humor your silly ideas.

“alright,” you begin, standing up and pulling on his arms to get him to rise with you. “pretend i'm some random girl flirting with you. this is a test, by the way.”

choso blinks up at you, slightly confused but willing to follow along. “okay… but, are you still my girlfriend?” he asks, his voice tinged with hesitation.

“yes… well, no? i'm a random girl, but pretend you still have a girlfriend—me, but not me me,” you explain, feeling the ridiculousness of your own words but committed to the bit. he nods slowly, trying to make sense of the situation. “uh, alright. i think i got it.”

you flash him a grin, flipping your hair over your shoulder dramatically as you unbutton the first few buttons of his dress shirt that you’re wearing. you slowly prowl toward him, exuding flirtation with each step. choso watches with wide eyes, momentarily forgetting the scenario as he’s so used to you being his girlfriend and not this “random girl” you’re pretending to be.

“hi, cutie. what's your name?” you ask, voice dripping with sultry intent.

choso's eyes dart to the side, his hands nervously picking at the drawstrings of his sweatpants. “um…i don’t know…?” his response sounds more like a question, and you bite back a laugh but keep going.

“you don’t know your name, baby?” you tease, your voice soft and playful. he folds, spitting out his name without hesitation.

“choso. my name is choso,” he blurts out, and you nearly drop the act right there to scold him for even responding, but you hold back, narrowing your eyes instead.

“okay, choso. wanna get a drink with me?” you ask, stepping closer, keeping the act alive. he nods immediately before his eyes widen in realization that he’s supposed to be resisting. suddenly, he’s shaking his head, panicking.

“no?” you ask, pouting in a way you know will fluster him even more. “you sure?”

your boyfriend groans, hands flying up to cover his face as a blush creeps up his cheeks. “no more.” he mumbles, muffled behind his hands, too embarrassed to keep playing along.

you watch him, torn between scolding him for entertaining the idea of someone else flirting with him or just squeezing him until he pops from the sheer cuteness of his confusion. he's so bewildered, caught in the weird space of knowing it’s you, but not you, and it’s clearly messing with him.

“come here, you big baby,” you coo, wrapping your arms around him as he buries his face in your neck. he holds onto you tightly, his body warm against yours.

“you're the only person I want to flirt with me,” he mumbles, his voice soft and sincere.

TOJI FUSHIGURO ❤︎

toji eyes you suspiciously from across the room, his sharp gaze catching every unhinged giggle that escapes your lips as you scroll through your phone. you've been on the same video loop for a while now, different voices, but always the same script. he can’t hear it all, but he’s caught enough to know where it’s going: “pretend i'm a random chick flirting with you.” then, what he assumes is the boyfriend playing along.

you glance up at him, eyes sparkling with mischief, and the second your gaze locks with his, he knows exactly what’s coming. he shuts it down before you can even say a word.

“nope,” he says flatly, reaching out to pinch your toes, making you yelp in frustration.

“humor me, just this once,” you plead, pouting.

with a scowl and a dramatic roll of his eyes, he relents. “fine. go. do your thing.” he leans back against the couch, arms folded, but the slight smirk on his face tells you he’s amused by your antics, even if he won’t admit it.

“you know the drill,” you tease, standing up and fixing your shirt. “i'm a stranger flirting with you. and you better not fuck this up, or i'm leaving your ass.”

“yeah, yeah,” he mutters, waving you off with an exaggerated sigh, though you can tell he’s already half-entertained.

with a dramatic spin, you turn to face him, fully falling into character. “hello, handsome,” you say, grinning as you plop onto his lap. his groan echoes through the room at the sudden weight on him, but his hands instinctively settle on your hips, pulling you a little deeper into him despite the warning look in his eyes.

you roll your hips slightly, getting comfortable. “wanna take this upstairs, big boy?” you purr.

a wicked grin spreads across his face, eyes darkening with amusement. “yeah? you wanna take me upstairs, baby?” his voice is low, playful, as he pinches your cheeks, pulling you close for a kiss.

“what the fuck? toji, i swear to god—” you grumble, pulling back, but he’s already chuckling, pressing a quick kiss to your lips.

“just jokin’,” he murmurs, the smirk still firmly in place. you stare at him, eyes narrowing in frustration as you debate whether to deck him right in the face or give him another chance.

as much as the former sounds appealing, you opt for the latter, though not without trying to burn a hole through him with your glare. after a moment, you lean in again, deciding to crank it up a notch. “sooo, wanna take this somewhere else? let me show you a good time,” you whisper, brushing your lips against his ear. you pause for dramatic effect before adding in a hushed tone, “sound okay? …daddy.”

you swear toji doesn’t breathe for a solid five seconds. his entire body tenses, and before you know it, he’s pushing you off his lap and onto the couch cushions.

“i already got a kid,” he says, his voice rough, though there’s no hiding the heat in his eyes.

you scoff, leaning forward on your knees to get closer. “is that why you’re hard right now?” you can’t help the smirk that spreads across your face as you glance down at the very visible tent in his pants.

“shiiit, i don’t know,” he growls, grinning like the devil himself. “call me daddy one more time, and let’s find out.”

before you can even think about responding, you swing your hand, landing a quick, playful hit right between his legs. toji doubles over instantly, groaning as he clutches his crotch, his cocky expression crumbling.

“that's what I thought,” you say, sitting back with a satisfied smirk while he mutters something under his breath about “psycho women.”

SUKUNA RYOMEN ❤︎

sukuna's lounging on the couch, thumbs aggressively working the joysticks of his controller, barking orders into the mic at his teammates. “you serious right now?” he yells, his voice sharp and cutting through the headset. the big bright screen in front of him signals yet another loss, and he throws his hands up in frustration. “bullshit,” he mutters under his breath, tossing the controller onto the coffee table like it personally betrayed him.

as he seethes, ready to stew in his annoyance, his phone pings with a familiar sound, one he specifically set just for you. with a groan, he picks it up, already half-expecting the nonsense he’s about to read.

i'm here. play along. i'm some random girl and i'm flirting with you. ;)

he groans louder, knowing full well he’s about to get dragged into one of your ridiculous pranks. he briefly considers bolting to the bedroom to pretend he’s asleep, but before he can even move, there’s a knock at the door. you never knock, which only means one thing—you’re fully committed to this.

“shit,” he grumbles under his breath, standing up and stomping toward the door. there's no point in avoiding it now; better to play along than listen to you rant about how boring and lame he is for the rest of the day.

with a huff, he swings the door open, glaring at you. “hey, sexy,” you purr, barely getting the words out before he cuts you off.

“no. die,” he deadpans, folding his arms. “i'm in love with my girlfriend, and she’s fucking crazy.” with that, he slams the door in your face.

you knock again, undeterred, flashing him a sultry grin as you persist with your ‘stranger’ persona. “are you sure you—”

“she'll kill you, and then she’ll kill me. you don’t want that, and i sure as hell don’t either.” his voice is flat as he swings the door shut again, leaving you staring at the wood.

before you can raise your hand to knock for a third time, the door flies open again. this time, you’re face to face with sukuna's middle finger, held up without a word. you blink, looking at it, then up at his face. his expression is blank, eyes low and unamused, lips curled into a frown.

“ryo—" you start, but he makes a move to slam the door once more. you shove it open, laughing wildly as you crash into him for a hug, wrapping your arms around him.

“okay, okay! you pass,” you giggle, looking up at him. “now stop slamming the door in my face.”

he grunts, but his hands find your waist as you lean up to kiss him. you reach up to smooth the frown lines between his brows, your touch softening him despite his attempt to stay annoyed.

“you're annoying,” he mutters against your lips, but he kisses you back, his grip tightening.

“you love me,” you tease, pulling him closer.

he grunts again, but this time he kisses you harder, pulling you deeper into him. and yeah, you know he loves you too.