Having A Conversation With Satoru While You’re Both On Your Lunch Break. You’re Making Jokes And

bsf just nominated me for that ice bucket challenge thing wtf……….

suguru x gn!reader

you're standing in front the mirror in your bathroom, leaning in close to it with your lips slightly parted as you apply the dark powder to your eyes; scrutinizing you're reflection in the mirror and using the small wooden applicator to draw careful lines around your eyes.

he's there too, putting his piercings in as the two of you are getting ready to go out. dressed in a crisp white shirt he's rolled up his forearms, with half his hair gathered away in a bun at the base of his neck. it's a simple timeless sort of look on him.

a pair of deep amethystine eyes drift over to you, still leaning into the mirror with the small piece of smoothed wood between you fingers. carefully dragging it along your waterline to transfer the dark color of the powder you've dipped in into.

suguru's curious.

sure, he's worn eyeliner before. he's liked how he looked in it; having it beautifully accentuating his sharp eyes and dark lashes. he liked even more though, how much you liked how he looked in it.

but he's never worn it like that; in the way you do now.

he didn't know about doing it this way until he began seeing you. you look so graceful, so elegant, with practiced ease as you apply it to your eyes. it's all so impressive to suguru — not only the results, but the process of it. the patience and skillful mastery of it, the dedication and the risk (of poking your eye out), the significance it carries culturally. mesmerizing is what he thinks of it; what he thinks of you.

feeling the weight of his gaze, you meet his eyes in the mirror, offering him an entertained smile and a brow raised in question, before you pick up on the little cues and are extending your invitation to line his eyes as well. suguru accepts the offer graciously, lifting you by the hips sitting you onto the counter as he stands between your legs. strong hands resting at your thighs, and he looks straight at you. eyes in perfect level.

it's an oddly intimate moment, softened further by the yellowish tint of the bathrooms light and quiet comfortability the two of you share.

you take his face in your hands, tenderness spills from your fingertips like a scared fountain only he is privileged enough to drink from. the cool of the rings you wear tickling his face as you lean in to him real close for a better view. the apples of his cheek warming slightly; there are blossoms of cherry and coral on his skin.

"look up for me, please." so polite.

suguru wonders if you know anything about the extents he'd go for you, the limits he'll cross. for now, he'll settle on looking up, all for you. always for you.

you bring the smooth, kohl covered applicator close to his face, using your other hand to delicately pull his lower eyelid down — revealing his water line. "stay. perfectly. still." and he's a statue as you rest it on his waterline and continue — "mmmn good, now close your eyes." you glide it through his dark lashes tinting them and his waterline in the bold color, rubbing it back and forth for good measure before you drag it out at the corners of his eyes; creating two small, sharp, delicate wings.

leaning away to inspect your work, his hands follow the movement; shifting their position to support your back. it was natural, an instinct to follow your every movement and compliment them with his own.

you nod to yourself in triumph with a smug little grin teasing the corners of your lips upon seeing the result of your careful work on one of his beautiful eyes.

now here comes the hard part: replicating the design as closely as possible on the other eye, and the process begins again with dipping the applicator back into the little bottle with the fine coalish powder and gently tapping any excess off to it's side. you're leaning close once more; one of your hands finding home on the side of his face again and again he's adjusting to your position.

there's a short in between moment where you catch his gaze fixed on you. you're sinking. the deep regal mauve of his eyes pulling you in, and you're almost not strong enough to look away. he's just so inviting.

you clear you're throat to cut through it. mostly it's a reminder to yourself to avoid distraction, rejecting the temptation of his invitation for now.

he thinks it's cute.

the way you try to brush off your flush, and the slight stutter in your movements being ignored as if nothing. truth be told, suguru thinks it's wholly possible you haven't even noticed the reactions he can sire from you so naturally. as if only instinct.

"stay still, again please." the words come out rather bashful this time around, smaller, and he's forced to suppress a grin. he's got to stay perfectly still as you've so politely asked after all. suguru waits to blink his eyes until you ask, he knows it's coming but he would rather hear it directly from you again.

and just like clockwork.. . "close your eyes." you get a little pleased hum as a response when he does, relishing in the feeling of the smooth applicator ruffling along his long lashes, it's quite relaxing. you pull away for a moment to wet the tip of your pinky with you tongue, using it to clean off some stray product from around his eyes. you draw on the finishing touches; a small wing on the inner and outer corners of his pretty eyes.

carefully setting the little wooden piece back into its place in the ornamented bottle, both your hands come up to cup his lovely face, now fully ready to accept the ever enticing invitation he keeps open for you and you alone.

"how do i look?" he questions like he doesn't already know. as though he can't see the answer he seeks in the reflection of your heart shaped irises.

oh you're sinking fast, but suguru is right behind you. hand in hand, falling endlessly into a dimension that only exists between your eyes, a secret the world will never get know held in your shared gaze.

a kiss placed between his brows is your chosen form response, and he can't find it in himself to complain.

suguru leans over you, chin resting in the curve of your shoulder, to meet his reflection in the mirror. little kisses are pressed to the delicate skin there and he's nipping at it softly too; for no reason at all. no thought behind the action itself — muscle memory.

he's met with the view of his dark lashes tinted darker, and the edges of his eye's sharpened akin to those of a sly fox or a large cat.

somewhat predatory; it suits him.

the added contrast against the bright of his eyes, the tan of his skin, and dark of his hair harmonizing so beautifully with the rest of his features.

you would think a person could only be so beautiful, to only have so much of it within themselves,

(but you will find yourself to be thinking wrong.)

your day goes on, unfolding as the flowers begin to do in early spring. beautiful and sweet, there's the scent of fresh pollen and the sound of your sneeze.

with the day coming to an end, the sky is overtaken by deep pink and orange hues marbled with the dark of the on coming night as the sun leaves the horizon to rest its head.

he glows.

its not a new phenomenon, but one that captivates you all the same. his charm hypnotizing you find yourself transfixed by it. the dark tight lining his eyes drawing you in. you're caught in his trap, reeling you in and you only dutifully follow. the temptation dangling before you like a carrot now.

though the resistance you display remains unwavering — or so you think. you suguru find his eyes resting upon the sight before him. the sight of you. his fist holds his face and there's a knowing smile that plays on his lips. the ends of it twitching ever so slightly; he's itching to reveal an expression that actually captures his feelings.

but he manages, sugurus resistance once again proves to be much stronger than your own. the content knowing smile remains, and his eyes crinkle with joy when you flush, tomato red, realization of your staring is brought to your attention.

"my darling, my y/n, are you alright?"

you nod a little quicker than you'd have liked.

his smile only grows, teeth beginning to show, "well, you've got a something here." his finger motioning around his own face, "no no you've missed it baby. a little to more to the side, so close." your hands are at your face trying to feel for what he's talking about, mirroring the positions his make on his face.

"no good. come, let me."

his hands cup your face, soft cheeks squishing against the warmth of his palms. he pull you in, and leans in close, his thin brows furrowed in inspection, and your heart hammering in the background.

he presses his lips to yours, its unexpected and quick but you could never miss one of his kisses.

that smile he's been holding back finally breaks out on his face, soft lips stretched into a dazzling and all too proud smile, your boyfriend just might be the sun in disguise. eyes closing from how wide his smile is, suguru really looks like a fox now. it's a bit too smug of a grin, but suguru earned it this time.

(and he always does)

"got it!"

𝑒𝓃𝒿𝑜𝓎 𝒶𝓃 𝑒𝒾𝒹 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓁 𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒷𝓎;- 𝓁𝒶𝒹𝓎 𝓃𝒶𝑒

inspired by this yummy @/chu-cho artwork <3

dividers by @/saradika-graphics

sukuna fans u may be getting smth later this week ive been thinking abt his stomach mouth and i need to sit on it so

maybe i’ll catch up w mha……….

IT'S SO MUCH BETTER THAN I EXPECTED

currently writing smth………..

really love all of us doing the which selfship is ur fav when most of us have like one (1) fucker we can never let go of

tw: weed, reader gets visible bruises.

He isnt sure how his apartment became your after club crash pad, but you're here, on his couch. drink and a little high. Tomura knows you're fucking stoned from the way you sink into the couch, legs spread, head tilted back. It almost looks like sleep has taken you, but you'll occasionally look his way, eyes barely open.

"So the guy tried to fuck me, right?" you continue your story. "Pulls down his pants and he's completely soft. Like, completely. Like trying to jam a marshmallow into a keyhole."

Tomura grimaces so hard that he can feel the wrinkles forming. "Jesus christ."

"That's what I said!" you say. "He was like 'baby, I can't get it up, we're in public, blah blah blah.' It was barely public, for the record. A bathroom stall with a door? Like, come on, dude. Man up and fuck me."

Tomura can't stand these stories. He also thinks about them when he watches porn.

"Can't believe that shit ass perfume works for you." He snubs the roach of the joint in the ashtray.

"You like it so much, don't you?" you coo. "Makes your fucking mouth water."

With a scoff, Tomura rolls his eyes away from you. "I have dry mouth."

"Hey," you glance over to him with half closed eyes and a cocked smile. "Do you wanna do me a favor?"

Tomura is swimming on the moment. God, he hates how you know you're hot, how you sway that pretty body specifically for male attention.

"No."

"Aw," you say. "But it's something you'll really like."

With just a hooked finger, you drag your top down, all the way until they pop free. Jewelry catches the light. He knew your tits were pierced - you never wear a bra - but seeing them, pretty gemstones against your skin, makes his body go rigid.

"Suck on then?" It's not a request. It's an order.

Tomura thinks he's smoked too much pot. His lungs suddenly ache.

"Fuck off."

The fat of your tit jiggles when you flick at your jewelry bar.

"Fuck off. You're just horny because that guy couldn't fuck you."

But Tomura is already crawling towards you, staggering across the room, slotting himself into the space between your legs... Your ribs vibrate with a giggle as he desperately leans over, his chapped lips ghosting over your skin.

There's nothing soft enough on him, nothing worth touching you. He shouldn't do this, shouldn't be so fucking pathetic, and yet he presses his lips into you.

The metal is so warm in his mouth. He presses the flat of his tongue against it and breathes in, pulling on you gently.

"Not like you're a fucking baby." You pull him away by his hair, just far enough to give him a fucking look. "Suck'em like a whore."

His inexperience is showing. Tomura sucks until his teeth go hollow and your body rolls, bucking into him as your legs kick out. He toys with the bar clumsily, with his pointed tongue, wetting it with his tongue and testing anything for your approval.

"Yeah, fucking flick it. There you go." Your hand is shifting beneath him, working in jagged little circles. "Knew you didn't have dry mouth."

Oh, that pisses him off. Your smart ass attitude. He catches your skin between his teeth in defiance.

"Mm, fuck." Your back arches. "Yeah, use your teeth."

Up close, your perfume is less gummy bear and more complex. It's flirty, slightly floral, marked with the musk of your sweat.

"Fuck yeah. Mmm. Leave a hickey. Aa-- aaa--"

He does. Tomura will do anything you ask him to. He doesn't know where to put his hands; if he should be touching you or keeping himself away from you. Just as he starts to get a rhythm, you jank him back by his hair again. This time, your skin is glistening with his spit.

"I have another tit too," you direct his mouth to your neglected tit.

You're going to cum; Tomura can tell by the way you're whining and cooing and squeezing that fist in his hair. He can smell your arousal too, hear how your pussy clicks with its own wetness-

It's with a garbled, high sound that you come undone, feet sliding against the couch, torso twitching. Tomura pulls away when you push at his forehead, pulling in a breath he didn't know he needed.

"Shit." Tomura wipes the spit from his mouth.

"Hey." Your skin is blossoming with bruises. "Can you roll another blunt?"

That cuts through the haze of his arousal. He leans back onto his knees.

"Yeah. Sure. Fine. Whatever."

The rhythm of his heart just won't go down, not even as he rolls the paper and licks the edges. It's Spinner's weed, but he doesn't care about that right now, not when you're lounging like that, tits still out.

(He almost wishes that Spunner would come home and see you like this, with him.)

((He hopes Touya never comes home ever again. He'd see you like this and immediately flash that hot smile or whatever he does-)

"Tomu," you coo. "Wanna take a couple puffs and keep going?"

"What do you mean 'keep going?'"

Your knees fall apart, exposing your wet soaked panties, the cotton visibly damp-

"You can try to put that marshmallow in," you laugh. "If you're up for it."

no words.

anyways FIT CHECK 👅👅👅

looking at pics of myself from middle school nd thank the lord i grew up sexy. holy shit.

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