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𝝑𝝔 an: hope u like my silly writings!!
“your old room looks pretty cute,” nanami notes, a small smile playing in his lips as he watches you make the bed opposite to the one he’s sitting on, your sibling’s bed that has been empty for a while now that they moved out.
yours was pretty empty too, but at least the sheets were still on since you tend to visit your parents a little more often than your sibling, and one thing nanami observed about your bed is that there is a certain scent that is rooted in it, and it can’t be described better than just you. he saves that thought in his brain.
you finish preparing the bed and step closer to him, plopping down beside him with a bright beam on your lips. “you look so silly on my bed.”
nanami’s arm wraps around your shoulders, tugging you to lean against him as he stares at you intensely, lips curling a little further as he sees the adoration from his own gaze mirrored into yours.
he places a soft kiss on your jaw, nose gliding across your cheek smoothly as he sighs in contentment, “is that so?”
“yeah, all huge and wearing dark on my pink sheets,” you make yourself comfortable on his lap, back against his arm and thighs, big eyes staring up at him and pretty lips parted invitingly. “i made your bed if you wanna sleep already, i know you’re tired.”
“thank you, my darling.” kento mutters, aiming a kiss to your forehead before he pulls back to look into your eyes sincerely. you shift in his arms, tensing as you await whatever he has to say.
“could i sleep in your bed tonight?”
that wasn’t what you expected, he can tell. you give him a questioning look, a little bit of worry sprinkled in the ranging depth of your eyes.
“i think i’d sleep better with pillow and sheets smelling like you and all.”
your eyes widen at his words, face flushing instantly as you make a quick work of burrowing it into his stomach with an embarrassed sound leaving your throat. the quiet giggles that come out of his throat make you whine further as you feel your cheeks heating up.
“nanami~”
“yes?”
“don’t say things like that! my heart is already weak enough because of you.” you say with a distressed tone, voice muffled by the fabric of his sweater. and then barely audible, “and yes, you can sleep on my bed.”
nanami only chuckles in response, ruffling your hair gently as he continues gazing at you with eyes full of love and fondness. later that night you both are all tangled limbs and shared breaths as you hold onto each other tightly to not fall of the bed, barely fitting in its small frame.
𝝑𝝔 an: it’s been a looong time and i wanted to start from 0 so hey everyone!! enjoy this, and don’t forget to reblog if you do!
when nanami opens his eyes it takes a few seconds for him to properly understand where is he located, the sleepy haze still trying to tug him back into closing his heavy lids.
he blinks rapidly, recognising the neutral ceiling of his living room, the setting sun’s rays scattered around the room through the curtain covered windows and the soft cushions of the couch under his body. he also remembers how he was so tired that even changing out of his clothes was out of question as he just plopped down onto the first horizontal surface he found available, the thought of dozing off too inviting to ignore.
kento groans lightly, feeling his sore limbs ache as he tries to move them, but the sound is stuck in his throat when he turns his head to find you right by his side.
breath fanning lightly of the side of his face, your cheek smushed against the side of the pillow and your forearms as you kneel on the floor beside the couch, sleeping peacefully like you always do in his presence. he feels guilty when he imagines you coming back home to find him like this as you’re still in your work clothes, and the pain in your neck and back, from sitting like that for so long.
he sits up on the couch as quietly as he can, face cringing at the cracking of his joints. nanami’s eyes focus on your once again as he lets his touch startle you, fingers gliding over your hairline and eyebrows, the slope of your nose, your pouting lips and your relaxed jaw. expression so calm and etheral he almost feels jealous at how comfortable you look sleeping on the floor in a slumped sitting position.
you stir and bury your face in your forearms before inhaling rapidly and lifting your head.
the sleepy smile that stretches over your lips spreads warmth through his ribcage, his heart feeling it particularly well.
kento crouches down by your side, hand now cupping your cheek affectionately, “what are you doing here, my darling?”
“just wanted to sleep with you, ‘nami,” you mutter, barely understandable but nanami always knows what you mean, as you nuzzle deeper into his palm, clearly half asleep and ready to switch off again.
“‘should have woken me up, you know i’d never say no to a nap with you.”
you shuffle closer to him, raising your hands as a sign for him to hug you, but nanami opts on grabbing you under your shoulders and knees and lifting you up. as he hugs you to his chest, nanami feels flowers blooming inside everywhere you touch him, where your hands rest on him.
so sweet, so considerate, so lovely you are, making him smile just by existing by his side and being so good to him. he changes you out of clothes and does the same for himself, leaving the other things from your routine for later to not let the sleepiness get away.
and nanami holds you a bit tighter that evening, the corners of his lips upturned at all times when he’s with you.
𝝑𝝔 an: ALRIGHT GUYS finally something angsty and involving an argument or smth vaguely saying that ahem ANYWAYS!! suku here is a bit of an ass but he will redeem himself guys dont worry. i love you all!! to the new readers — read more here!!
“can you piss off already?”
“i’m not in the mood, go fucking yap to someone else.”
“we wouldn’t be doing this shit if you just stopped being so fucking clingy!”
the hurt flashing in your big eyes tells him that he shut his mouth a little bit later than he initially should have.
sukuna sighs when you run out of the room, unable to hold in your sobs like you usually would, and sits down on the couch of your living room. to be honest, he doesn’t even know what came over him at this moment. or for the last half an hour he’s been pouring all of his anger at you.
recalling the previous week is not the most pleasant thing, but that’s all he can do right now to cool down. there is nothing to reminisce about; it’s been a very frustrating week, where jin was a lot busier than usual, their old man needed more care, the worry for yuuji being left alone ate both of them from inside and out, work has become more annoying than fulfilling, and all sukuna wanted to do was to be left alone, which is why coming over to your place was a mistake.
not because of you, but him. he could’ve texted you that he is tired and is going home instead, yet somehow his mind was stuck on seeing you tonight and his muscle memory led him to the familiar warmth of the street you lived on. it didn’t comfort him, like usually.
sukuna never thought he could scream at you like he did. you probably never thought either; the genuine fright and terror on your face told him a million of things, a million stop signs, yet he only continued going off on you.
you just expressed to him how you wanted to spend a little more time with him, how you wanted to help him decompress and relax, how much you cared about him — you didn’t deserve his ugly yelling and his angry attitude.
oh man, he fucked up.
he rubs his face roughly, barely able to stop himself from tearing his skin off, and stands up from his spot. for a minute, he contemplates whether he should even try to fix anything tonight — if you would even want that.
sukuna presses his ear against your door, hand tugging down the handle simultaneously, but to no avail. as disappointment washes over him, he realises that you’ve locked the door. is it a sign that he should just go home? probably.
he can’t do that though.
he knocks, loud enough for you to at least notice, “baby? can you let me in?”
sukuna doesn’t know that on the other side of the door, you barely stop yourself from jumping off the bed to open the door for him. your heart beats rapidly in your chest as you press your back into the headboard, clutching the blanket tighter as you gnaw on your bottom lip, stifling down your sobs.
you want to let him in so badly despite how much he hurt you.
it’s something you can’t control, something that has you curling into yourself, as far as you can so you can ignore the twitching in your limbs and keep yourself away from him. you only wanted to help and seeing his anger being directed at you made you further confused about what you did wrong.
subconsciously, you know that it’s not about you. but you still can’t stop yourself from thinking that maybe… maybe sukuna needs a girlfriend who is less overbearing than you. someone who understands him better, understands when they need to back off and let him be, and not try to fix everything with their love. maybe.
you bury your face in your pillow, effectively muffling down your cries while sukuna continues to knock on your door from time to time.
he guesses that you fell asleep so he stops knocking as he sits down on the floor with a small groan. the couch looks a lot more inviting than the hard floor, however sukuna can’t bring himself to be too far from you so he finds that it’s okay, he’ll wait for you.
he doesn’t even know when he falls asleep; realising that he was, in fact, sleeping when the door behind him suddenly opened and he is fully sprawled over the floor. “fucking hell—“ he curses under his breath, rubbing the remnants of sleep from his face before he glances up, meeting your nervous gaze. with the pain in his whole body forgotten, sukuna stands up abruptly, his face softening when he notices how you step away from him.
“sukuna? were you… sleeping on the floor?” you ask, your voice sounding a little hoarse as you look up at him unsurely.
he swallows, face scrunching up at the dryness in his mouth, and steps closer to you, closing the door behind himself.
“can we talk, baby?”
you look down and nod solemnly, walking back to your bed while he follows you like a lost puppy. sukuna’s fingers twitch with desire to touch you, any part of you. you crawl away from him though, backing yourself into the corner. covering, protecting yourself from him.
“i— uh, i didn’t mean all of that, y’know that, right?”
you stay silent, small fingers curling around the edges of your blanket.
“tell me you know it, baby, please—”
your voice comes out unsteady when you finally speak up, abused bottom lip trembling as you sniffle, “i don’t think i do, ‘kuna~”
sukuna reaches his hand out, tentative fingers creeping closer to you in an attempt to observe your reactions. your eyes follow his movements and you stare at his hand for a little while before your features fade into something too pitiful for him to grasp. as soon as he calls you by your name you start sobbing violently.
all of the hesitation leaves his mind as he immediately pulls you into himself and positions you between his spread out legs, arms wrapping around your body and tucking your head into his neck. it’s the worst feeling in the world because he is the reason why your fragile soul is rattling in hurt and agony. god, he wants to fucking punch himself in the face repeatedly, and even then it wouldn’t be enough for him to feel like he’s apologetic enough.
sukuna brushes your hair away from your face, hand sliding down to caress the side of it, but his movements still as soon as he hears your small voice,
“you didn’t have to be s-so mean about it.” you gaze up at him with eyes full of tears, “i could’ve taken your anger, but not… n-not that.”
placing a chaste kiss on your forehead, sukuna goes back to look you in the eyes, making sure his sincerity is apparent.
“‘m so sorry, baby, i don’t fucking deserve you.”
you bite your bottom lip in an attempt to stifle down another round of sobs and hide your face from him once again, arms circling around his neck.
you don’t give him a clear answer. sukuna is ready to wait for however long it takes.
𝝑𝝔 an: this has been rotting in my drafts for a while, well, actually the first paragraph — the rest i typed while waiting for my dad to come out of the toilet bruh. wc: suggestive content ahead and not proofread btw. posting bc i miss suku
the empty side of the bed dips under your weight as you neatly crawl up to sit by his side. sukuna watches you discreetly with his peripheral vision, but doesn’t really pay you any mind, too deep into the instagram reels with epic basketball games’ moments.
it’s only when you lean too close into him, when he’s able to smell the sweet scent of your body wash mixed with your own smell, that sukuna turns his attention to you.
putting his phone away and looking down on your pretty face, he lets his signature smirk appear as he opens his mouth to voice his thoughts, only to be stopped by you.
“what– hmmph–”
not only did you kiss him, — your fervour matching his own whenever he is reminded of how kissable your lips are — but you also shoved your tongue inside his mouth and all of that is a first.
one of your hands, palm burning his skin through the thin fabric of his tee as it slides down, settles on his shoulders for your better balance. your lips mould against his like a the finest clay beginning to take a form against the potter’s hand; your movements precise yet still a bit unsure at first, little effort put into leading the kiss from your side.
humming into the kiss, sukuna slithers his arm around your middle, bringing you closer to himself as to relish in the feeling of your heated body pressed against his. your clear arousal is a very interesting thing to play with, yet he’s never seen you express it so openly. although hearing you say ‘fuck me!’ in that tiny squeaky tone that your voice pitches to whenever you get nervous would be much more entertaining, this is something too.
you twitch against him, jaw hanging open momentarily as you gasp for air, unable to keep up with your own game. sukuna doesn’t miss the opportunity to catch the tip of your tongue between his lips, gradually heightening the pressure as he sucks on your tongue. the whines you let out, the little pants that escape you are his favourite songs.
you try to gain some semblance of control; gripping his shoulders tighter as you try to do the same to him, but he pulls away swiftly, letting you catch his bottom lip instead, tugging another cute little sound out of you as he smirks and lets one of his hands wander lower, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your ass.
his other hand moves higher, its fingers weaving through your hair, tangling with the soft locks of it just so he can gather all that fits into his fist and pull you away forcefully.
sukuna shakes his head in faux perplexity as he watches your brows scrunch in confusion, furrowing into the middle adorably.
“now, where’s this comin’ from, loser?”
you look away shyly, cheeks dusting with the prettiest shade of pink, “jus’ wanted a kiss, i guess.”
“hm,” that certainly was some kiss, he thinks. sukuna lets go of your hair gently, using his fingers to detangle the strands of hair, and presses a kiss to your chin, stating the obvious. “all you had to do was ask.”
“well…” you move away, fiddling with the collar of his shirt so you can avoid his burning gaze. “i did ask.”
“didn’t hear it.”
“indirectly!”
“doesn’t count then.”
“‘kuna!”
he grins, giving you a knowing look, and drags you into himself, laying your torso on his lap as he leans in. gazing down at you with half-lidded eyes, sukuna looks like he’s enchanted but the subtle baritone of his voice seems to enchant you instead, your body relaxing in his arms as he hugs you closer to himself.
his gaze turns almost condescending, curled corners of his lips twitching in anticipation as he addresses you once again.
“try again, baby.”
“i want you to kiss me, ‘kuna.”
“that all?”
“no, i– uh, i–“ you stutter out meekly, looking down instead to try and focus on keeping a stable string of thoughts, yet it proves to be harder when he cups your jaw with his hand, forcing your eyes to lock with his heatedly.
“c’mon, you can do it.”
“i want you t-to fuck me!”
he knows his touch paired with a few words of encouragement can make you go crazy so he uses it to his advantage, staring down at you menacingly while making you repeat that same phrase over and over until it comes out steady and needy enough.
sukuna smiles down at you, something mischievous paired with softness, and leans in, whispering the words that make you want to stay and escape at the same time.
“atta girl.”