Everyone thinks you’re dating Sukuna. He walks you to class, carries your bag, looks at anyone who stands too close like they’ve made a mistake. The strange part? You’re not dating. You just never said he couldn’t act like you were.
college au !!!
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Everyone on campus knows Sukuna. Not because he makes an effort to be known. He doesn’t. He just carries himself in a way that draws attention whether he wants it or not. He sits in the back of lecture halls, boots stretched forward, correcting professors with lazy precision. He misses half the attendance checks and still ranks at the top of every class. He doesn’t smile often. When he does, it feels intentional. So when you take the empty seat beside him on the first day of Advanced Political Theory, it isn’t bravery. It’s the only chair left. He glances at you, measured and observant. His eyes linger briefly on your neatly organized notes before returning to the front of the room. You assume it’s temporary. The next lecture, you pause at the aisle. He’s already there. Leaning back, one arm hooked over the chair. His gaze lifts when he notices you hovering. He taps the empty seat beside him once. You sit. He says nothing, but when graded papers are passed forward, he intercepts yours and places it neatly on your desk before you reach for it. Ninety-three. You glance sideways. His paper, face up, reads one hundred. He doesn’t comment and neither do you.
By the third week, it’s a routine. You sit beside Sukuna. He pretends not to notice. You make quiet remarks about the reading. He pretends not to listen. When someone attempts to take the seat before you arrive one afternoon, he doesn’t lift his head. “Taken.” The student laughs awkwardly. “There’s no one-“ Sukuna looks up. The seat remains empty. You try not to think about what that means.
The rumors began quietly. A glance here, a whisper there. Then your friend corners you outside the library.
“You know people think you’re dating, right?”
You blink. “We’re not.”
“He walks you to class”
“It’s on his way”
“He carries your bag”
“He grabs it”
She gives you a look that says that’s worse. You don’t have a response.
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That afternoon, you find him under the oak tree near the humanities building. It's where he usually sits between classes, earbuds in, expression distant. You lower yourself onto the grass beside him. "They think we're dating." He doesn't look at you. "And?" "And we're not." Now he turns. "Does that bother you?" You hesitate. "It's just inaccurate." Before he replies, someone approaches. A guy from your economics lecture. "Hey," he says, offering an uncertain smile. "I was wondering if you'd want to grab coffee sometime?" You glance up. "Oh-" Sukuna rises to his feet. He doesn't step forward aggressively. Doesn't glare. He simply stands beside you. The shift is subtle but noticeable. The guy falters. "Unless you're-" "She's busy," Sukuna says evenly. You look up at him. "I can answer." His gaze drops to you. "Are you interested?" It's calm, direct, and no pressure. You think about it, genuinely. "No." He nods once. "She's busy." The conversation ends there. When the guy leaves, you exhale. "You didn't have to do that." "You were uncomfortable." "I wasn't." "You were," he repeats, not unkindly. There's no teasing in his tone. That unsettles you more than if there had been. "You don't owe me," you say quietly. "I know." The answer is immediate. You search his face. "Then why act like that?" He steps closer, not invading your space, just close enough that his presence feels deliberate. "I don't act," he says. "I just don't like people bothering what's mine." Your heart stumbles. "I'm not yours." He holds your gaze. "Do you want me to stop?" The question catches you off guard. "Stop what?" "Sitting next to you, walking you home, saving you a seat." He isn't smirking now. He's serious. You picture an empty seat. Walking alone across campus at night. No quiet presence at your side. No hand at your back guiding you through crowded hallways. "No.." you admit. His jaw tightens slightly, as though he’s containing something. "Then let them talk."
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A week later, it happens again. You're leaving the library together when two freshmen whisper near the doors. "That's them." You turn instinctively, prepared to correct them, but Sukuna's fingers close lightly around your wrist. "Leave it," he says. "You don't care?" "I care about whether you do." The answer lands heavier than you expect. “If it’s not true, I should say something.” He steps in front of you this time, not blocking, just close enough that your attention can’t drift elsewhere. “If it’s not true,” he says quietly, “tell me to stop.” Your heart beats louder. “Stop what?” He holds your gaze. “Acting like you’re mine.” There’s no arrogance in it. No demand. Just a line drawn clearly between you. “You never asked if I wanted you to,” you say. “You never told me not to.” Silence stretches between you, not awkward, but charged. He lifts his hand, brushing his thumb lightly along your jaw. The touch is slow, deliberate, giving you space to move away. You don’t. “I don’t do things halfway,” he says. “If I walk you home, it’s because I want to. If I sit beside you, it’s because that’s where I choose to be. I haven’t corrected anyone because..” He pauses, just slightly. “I like it.” Your throat feels tight. “Like what?” “Being seen next to you. Knowing you’re not looking for someone else.” There’s vulnerability there. Quiet, but real. “And if I was?” you ask softly. “I’d step back.” No drama. No argument. Just certainty. You reach for him before you can reconsider, fingers curling into the front of his shirt. “I’m not.” That’s all you say. It’s enough. His hand settles at your waist, firm but careful. When he kisses you, it isn’t rushed. It isn’t claiming. It’s measured. Intentional. A question answered without words. You lean into it. When he pulls away, his forehead rests briefly against yours. “We’re still not officially dating,” you murmur. A faint, rare smile curves his mouth. “If that’s what you need to tell yourself.” His hand doesn’t leave your waist as you walk. And this time, when someone stares, you don’t correct them. You don’t need to.
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hi everyone! this is my first time writing fanfiction, so any feedback or constructive criticism would mean a lot. let me know what you think! 🫶💐
summary: yuta is the greatest boyfriend to ever grace this earth. one problem though? he refuses to touch you out of fear of making you uncomfortable or disrespecting you (no matter how bad he wants it). your pent up sexual frustration is at an all time high and you’re sick of him rejecting your advances, so you devise a plan to get him to crack.
content: MDNI. FILTHY SMUT, smut with plot, established relationship, afab!reader, pet names, references to alcohol and drinking, college party, cursing, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it y’all), dirty talk, FERAL YUTA, oral, creampie, yuta is down bad for you.
word count: 5.8k
author’s note: theming inspired by charli xcx ft. miss billie eilish’s song “guess” !! MWAH.
if you would like to know the origin story of this au, you can read it here! but it can also be read without it :)
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yuta felt like an absolute freak.
ever since you both officially became a couple, he’s been the absolute happiest man alive and never ever goes a day without showering you with affection, kisses, and telling you how much he loves and adores you.
but behind that? yuta has a little secret.
and he is gnawing at the iron bars of his enclosure in absolute torture every time you do something, anything, that can get his little horn dog mind to imagine you in thirty five different positions on his bed crying out for him.
it doesn’t even have to be something you do that remotely resembles anything sexual, so on a day where you were sitting pretty beside him in the passenger seat of his car, the blood rushing to his dick at the sight of the seatbelt strap pushing in between your puffy boobs—
he knew it was bad.
yuta’s shamefully always thought about these things— even when you were both just on best friend status. but it’s harder now, much harder for him to behave because he doesn’t want to pressure you into doing something you don’t want to do. he respects you so much and always treats you like pretty porcelain glass, delicately running his hands over your body and soft face when you share a kiss or an embrace.
so now whenever he feels his heart pounding against his chest, face boiling red, and the all too familiar feeling of the lower region of his pants maybe getting a little too tight because of you, he immediately removes himself from the situation to prevent from spazzing out.
the bad thing was— this happened practically every single day and nearly every other hour, to the point where it was blatantly obvious and you were completely and utterly confused as to why.
every time you stand up on your tippy toes to give him a sugary kiss, arms wrapped around his neck and yuta’s arms around your waist, the makeout doesn’t last for more than thirty seconds before he’s pulling apart from your lips with a smack!, walking away with his head down, hands tight at his sides, and with a lame excuse for his abrupt leave.
every time you accidentally drop something and bend over to retrieve it with yuta standing directly behind you— when you come back up and turn your head to face him, he’s already staring back at you with wide eyes, lips pressed into a thin line and cheeks flushed pink. you’d ask then if he was okay, to which he would respond by a quick nod of the head and a dash out of the room to leave for a moment… again.
he did it so much to the point where he eventually avoided touching you all together, and you absolutely hated it. yuta’s always been affectionate with you, he’s never not touched you, and on a day where you swung a leg over his lap to straddle him on his bed, eager to show him a little loving and a smooch— you had just about had it when he placed his hands on your hips as you were trailing your mouth down his neck, physically pulling you off his lap and leaving the room— muttering about god knows what.
until you noticed.
you and yuta were seated on your living room couch watching a movie, the both of you dozing off gingerly as his head was resting against your shoulder, undoubtedly exhausted after a days worth of college classes and homework.
you went to place a sleepy hand on his upper thigh, about to tell him that you both should move upstairs to your room and sleep, but when your fingers accidentally grazed his crotch area, yuta shot up like a light and startled you awake— eyes blown wide and frantic.
“whatareyoudoing—”
“yu! my god—” you placed a hand over your heart, chest heaving. “i was just gonna tell you that we should go up to my room and sleep.”
yuta’s shoulders visibly dropped, and he closed his eyes momentarily before licking his lips, exhaling deeply.
“h-oh my god—“ he opened his eyes again after regulating his breathing and looked at you with worried eyes. “fuck i’m sorry baby… did i scare you?”
you gave him a little nod and he wrapped his arms around your shoulders then, kissing your cheek and the side of your head apologetically. “i’m sorry, i don’t know why i did that.”
but you did, and it was like a switch had gone off in your head, everything finally making sense.
every moment he would suddenly leave, or remove you from him when you tried anything, or every expression and reaction he made when you would wear something tight or short, all fell into place like a delicious puzzle piece.
so when he lead you to bed and cuddled you up innocently to sleep that night, you came up with a plan to test this theory.
you wanted yuta to crack.
unfortunately, your first attempt was a fail.
yuta had plans to take you out on a little summer picnic date by the beach, and when he arrived at your house and you texted him to come in and make himself at home in your room, you were absolutely giddy, fixing your dress and applying the finishing touches to your makeup in the bathroom.
you had slipped on a long, skin tight black spandex dress for the day— one that hugged every inch and crevice of your body like a vice, a mischievous look in your eyes as you ran your fingers through your styled hair before leaving, practically skipping down the hall back to your room.
the minute you came in, yuta’s eyes flew open.
“hi baby!” you greeted sweetly, walking over to where he sat at the edge of your bed and leaned down, planting a soft kiss to his blushing cheek.
score.
“h-hi.”
“do you like it?” you asked eagerly, doing a little twirl for him and mentally making sure to pop your ass out a little more in his direction. “i bought it just yesterday!”
“i.. i do, baby.” he squeaked, voice hoarse and mind in a full blown fucking panic when you took his hands in yours and ushered him to stand.
but he remained stiff as a board, arms glued to his sides and hands in tight fists as he looked at you, face strained.
you playfully rolled your eyes and took his hands, guiding them towards you. “you can touch me, silly. here— feel the spandex-”
and you purposely dropped his hands to land right on your ass with a smack.
yuta immediately inhaled sharply through his nose and choked, his face dropping straight into the crook of your neck to hide his delirious expression. yuta was biting the inside of his cheek so unbelievably hard that he tasted metal, his eyes squeezing shut as nasty thoughts flashed through his mind like a forest fire.
holy shit holy shit holy shit—
“f..feels nice,” he muttered into your neck, and you grinned, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning your lips up to his ear.
“does it?”
you felt yuta giving in and slowly squeeze the plump of your ass, and he felt like an absolute fucking monster at the way he was feeling you up when in his eyes, you were just innocently showing him your pretty little long dress.
but just when you thought you had won, your smile wide with delight, he tore away from you and excused himself from the room with a quick kiss to your cheek, leaving you dumbfounded and defeated.
on your second attempt, you refused to accept defeat and planned more diligently than before, his tiny mess up from last time motivating and proving to you that your plan could bear fruit.
this day was particularly scorching, one of the hottest days of the year as you and yuta decided to get ice cream after one of his lectures from a shop down the street, an attempt at cooling off and escaping the heat.
you were sitting on a cute bench under shade just outside the shop as you waited for your boyfriend to come back, nervous and wearing a low cut baby doll top that showed a little more boob than you originally intended, but due to the circumstance at hand… the more the merrier!
after a few minutes, the door to the shop chimed open and yuta stepped out— two vanilla ice cream cones with rainbow sprinkles delectably adorning the pair of soft serves in his hands. he carefully handed one to you and grinned.
“here baby.”
you took a cone from his offering hand gratefully and licked a little off it as he sat down.
“thank you!” you responded sweetly, and it made his heart skip a beat as you both sat there, enjoying the summer heat and each others gentle company.
without yuta noticing though, you had stopped licking your ice cream as he chatted to you about the things he had to do for the coming week, attentively listening to him as you patiently waited— the vanilla soft serve glistening under the heat and slowly melting, droplets oozing off the sides until one landed right on your tit.
score.
“oh!” you gasped, looking down and pouting, “i spilled someee.”
yuta quickly reached to the side and pulled out a napkin he had brought from the shop, extending it out towards you but faltering when you shook your head frantically.
“no! it’ll go to waste! and i can’t reach down and lick it off myself…” you huffed and looked at him with the cutest face he had ever seen you make… you smirking deviously on the inside. “can you lick it off for me, yu? please.”
you had said it so nonchalant, so casual like it was the easiest most normal thing in the world to do, but it had yuta’s body and mind freezing over as you scooted closer to him, waiting.
“h— huh?” he stammered, unable to take his eyes away from your tits, the sight of ice cream drooling down over them an image he wanted to tattoo behind his eyelids to look at forever— his cheeks bright pink.
“hurry! it’s gonna stain my top,” you whined, putting a hand on his shoulder as yuta let you tug him down, him ogling and literally gawking over your chest.
without another thought, yuta stuck his slick tongue out and slowly ran it over the top of your puffy tit just like you had asked him to, the angel on his shoulder screaming at him to stop as his tongue continued to trail up your chest and around your neck, your breath hitching in surprise.
the sound of your reaction broke him out of his trance and he flinched away from you, chest heaving and pupils blown out with the biggest pit of shame in his stomach, feeling like a fucking pervert.
but you, your shoulders evidently deflated in disappointment as you pressed your thighs together, trying to mend the buzzing ache between your legs as your mind thought over and over about what he did, something you didn’t expect at all, and something you wanted him to do again.
“let’s… let’s go for a walk, yeah?” yuta spoke quickly and gently to you, taking your hand that was on his shoulder and pulling you up off the bench, him confused as to why you had a frown on your face.
but for the third and final attempt, you were utterly and hopelessly desperate. every time you guys hung out, yuta was still the absolute sweetest and did everything he could to make you happy, yet he still just wouldn’t touch you, and it was driving you fucking crazy.
you were getting reckless at this point, your pent up sexual frustration sky rocketing with every passing day, but you were completely oblivious to the fact that yuta was dealing with the same form of torture.
except way, way worse.
it’s gotten to the point where just the sound of your sweet sugary voice over the speakers of his phone has him biting down on the edges of his pillow, arms wrapped tightly around himself and his body curled up into a pathetic ball of despair, his dick rock solid and his mind filled with thoughts that consisted of strictly just you.
so when you called him up and asked if he wanted to come with you to one of your girl friend’s parties, yuta knew he was one hundred percent fucked.
he wanted to keep respecting you. he wanted you to know how special you were to him and how serious he was about your relationship with him, and he sure as hell did not want you to feel uncomfortable because he was a horny piece of shit that didn’t know self control and wanted to have sex every five minutes.
except he was a horny piece of shit, has always been one over you, and yuta knew the second he saw you dolled up in your pretty little dress looking absolutely lethal, he was going to lose it.
and he did.
with his arms crossed over his chest and a tight hand over his mouth, he nodded and hummed out a series of “mhm’s” at everything you were saying as you finished up getting ready, his eyebrows pinched together in complete agony at the sight of you.
the pastel green glittery dress you had on was so criminally short that any inch of movement you made, the bottom of your ass cheeks would peak out from below the hem of your dress.
he slightly lowered his hand from his mouth. “baby?”
“yeah?” you responded softly and turned your body to face him, spritzing your vanilla coconut perfume over your frame.
“i-isn’t your dress— a little short?”
you put the perfume bottle down on your vanity desk and looked down, internally giddy that he noticed the length, your plan coming into fruition.
score.
“oh is it?” you tugged at the hem of your dress, scooting it back down. “does it look bad? i—”
“no no!” yuta’s hands shot out frantically as he shook his head. “you’re so so pretty baby, the most gorgeous little thing i’ve ever seen,” he took a few steps toward you and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, being mindful of your perfectly styled hair that made him weak in the knees. “i just don’t want you to feel uncomfortable for the rest of the night and not enjoy yourself.”
your heart melted at his words and consideration as you smiled warmly, eyes sparkling up as you gave him a cute peck on the lips and hugged him back, “you’re so nice to me, yu.”
yuta snorted but looked down at you fondly. “that’s the bare minimum baby.”
“so.” you peeled away from him and walked over to the bed to pick up your purse, swinging the strap over your shoulder. “all i do is make you ham sandwiches after your soccer practices.”
yuta laughed loudly, “that’s all you do?”
“yup!”
he nudged your shoulder playfully with his, a grin on his face as he walked down the stairs with you and out the door to his car.
“brat.”
at the party, your plan was to be as devilish and flashy as possible, showing off every curve and angle of your body to your boyfriend in means of getting him to crack, and your ticket there was the length of your dress—
but more specifically?
what you had on underneath.
when you met up with the rest of your friend group that were all residing on the long lounge sofa in the living room like always, you grabbed yuta’s hand and led him over to join the rest of them. he politely greeted each and every one, keeping you close by the hip before you both settled down on the couch.
yuta wasn’t a big party person like you were, but he also didn’t particularly dislike them either. as long as you were there with him, he always ended up getting shit faced and having the time of his life with you and your friends, something that didn’t even happen when he went to parties with his own friends.
your closest girl friend that sat across from you at an angle turned her body, yelling over the music. “have you tried this?!”
she pointed to the red solo cup in her hand, and you shook your head.
“no! what is it?!”
“someone from the frat next door made a mix of malibu and pineapple rum! it’s really good here!-”
she reached over and offered her cup, and as soon as you stood to retrieve it, an idea popped into your head— eyes widening. without another thought, you moved over to stand right in front of yuta before fully and erotically bending and lunging over to reach for the cup.
he stopped breathing. he looked at the way your dress rode up literally half way up your ass and he stopped breathing.
it was so unbelievably high up that he saw the color of your underwear— a lacy black pair with little bows adorned over the sides like a present, slightly see through but enough to see the outline of your lower lips.
yuta clasped a tight hand over his mouth, but as soon as that happened he realized that whatever he was seeing, everybody else was seeing as well. including that stupid moron that had been staring at you since the moment you both got here.
in record time his trembling arms shot out and yuta grabbed the hem of your dress, tugging it back down over your ass as he wrapped an arm around your waist tightly, pulling you back to sit on his lap.
you loved that he did that, but as you sipped the drink and chatted on with your friends, you were entirely unaware of the way yuta’s arms were gripped around your waist like a lock, his forehead resting on your back with his face hidden.
yuta felt like an absolute fucking freak again as the image of your puffy lower lips outlining your lacy panties flicked over and over and over again in his mind without a break. he felt so nasty, so shameful and so hard as he tried with all of his will power to calm his breathing and stop the bouncing of his right knee, eyes screwed tight.
holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck—
he needed you so badly, needed to slip that skimpy dress off of you and bury his face in between your legs, needed to slip his swollen dick out and grope your tits and pump his—
shut up shut up shut up—
at the feeling of his leg bouncing rapidly, you looked back and slightly turned yourself, confused at the sight of his hung head that was refusing to detach from your body and look at you properly.
you placed a gentle hand at the top of his head, the feeling of his silky black hair underneath your fingers. “yu?—”
his head snapped up straightaway, and your eyes widened as you took in the way his chest was heaving and his pupils were blown out, face completely red and his body practically shivering beneath you.
you frowned, “baby? are you okay?”
you shifted once more to assess him better, but his eyes only shot back down to your ass as he felt your dress rise up again.
such pretty bows…
yuta smashed his face in against your side, eyes screwed shut.
calm down calm down calm down—
it was almost completely dark in the frat house, colors of red and blue and green bouncing across the walls of the lower level as people drank and made havoc, your friends all caught up in their own inebriated worlds to realize what was happening between the both of you.
and at the feeling of his hardened cock against your ass, you slowly smiled and finally understood— your hand coming up to stroke his cheek lovingly, the act simple and innocent, until you took his hand from your lap and agonizingly dragged it further up and up and up your thigh…
shit shit shit—
until you guided his shaking fingers to the patch of wet in between your parted thighs, the lace material up against the pads of his—
fuck it.
yuta pushed you off of his lap and stood, snatching your wrist tightly before tugging and dragging you away from the couch and through the mass of people on the dance floor.
“yuta!” you yelled over the music. “where are we going?”
you were so confused, and you worried that maybe you had pushed his buttons a little too far and that now he was upset, and judging by the way he didn’t even turn around or respond when you spoke to him, it looked like that might be the case.
you gnawed at your bottom lip in concern as he led you both up the stairs of the house— you focused on trying to keep your dress from riding completely up and him opening and closing several different doors before he found what he was looking for.
yuta dragged you in the bathroom and slammed the door shut behind him, his lips instantly latching onto your cheek, desperate wet open mouthed kisses dropping down to your neck and down to your chest as you gasped.
“m’sorry m’sorry m’sorry—” he repeated like a chant, voice muffled by the way he was sucking on your neck like a little leech, his fingers looping themselves in the straps of your dress before pulling down and revealing your bare tits to him.
you were wholeheartedly gobsmacked at what he was doing and you were loving every single second of it, the way his wild eyes darted over your tits and his wet lips just about drooling over them.
“i’m gonna suck your tits,” his gaze shot back up to you, chest rising and falling. “okay baby?”
a fierce blush spread over your cheeks at his words, mentally cursing yourself for wanting this so bad but feeling bashful at the wrong freaking time.
you barely even nodded before he picked you up by the waist and set you down on the counter of the sink, his wet tongue darting across the plush of your breasts and pressing flat against your nipple, your breath hitching at the feeling.
yuta sucked and nipped feverishly at your nipples, getting them slick and slippery with his spit as he squeezed at your waist desperately, your pretty moans ringing through his ears making his bulge tighten and strain against the buckle of his belt.
he trailed his tongue back up to your neck and groped the fat of your ass with his hands, subconsciously rutting into your covered lips as he whined and groaned over the warmth of your pussy.
“i— i’m gonna cum in my pants if we keep going.” he puffed out, tone constricted as he looked at you with feral half lidded eyes.
you nodded quickly. “but i want you to, yu. inside me.”
yuta’s eyes blew wide open as he shook his head, and you felt the way his hands trembled while he gripped your hips.
“we— we can’t baby,” panting, he unwillingly pulled his bulge slightly apart from your warmth and looked at you sincerely. “i can’t do that to you—“
“do what?” you asked softly, tilting your head to the side. “make love to me?”
“no— well, yes?” he dropped his forehead to rest on your shoulder and placed his hands at the edge of the counter to support his weight, groaning.
“i don’t want you to think i’m taking advantage of you or— or not respecting you and i want you to know how serious i’m taking this relationship and—”
you cupped his cheeks and made him look at you, your voice sweet and soft. “who said that? i don’t think that at all yu, and i know you’re serious about us.. i wouldn’t be sitting on this counter with my tits out if you weren’t.”
yuta laughed as you wrapped your arms around his neck.
“you don’t wanna fuck me?” you whispered lewdly.
“trust me i do—”
“you don’t wanna see what kind of panties i have on under?” you pressed an open mouthed kiss to his neck. “you don’t want to maybe guess the color of my underwear?”
“oh i don’t have to guess baby,” he shook his head and grinned. “i know.”
yuta buried his face in your hair and inhaled, “has this been your plan all along pretty? to be a little slut for me and show off what you got going on down there?” he snapped his bulge back on your pussy so roughly that you jolted up by the sheer force. “to get me to fuck you? hm?”
you didn’t respond, you couldn’t respond by the way he was running and groping his hands deliciously all over your body as he spoke nasty to you. all you could do was moan stupidly.
“lucky for you, i’m just as guilty.”
he pulled your straps back over your shoulders then while sliding you off the counter, tugging the hem of your dress down over your ass before opening the door and leading you by the hand outside.
yuta ran through the halls opening and closing doors again, the both of you laughing when you would find other people fucking or making out, until he finally found an open vacant room with a bed and slammed the door closed, locking it.
his lips smashed against yours without another moment wasted, you unzipping and pulling your dress up and over yourself as he yanked his shirt off and threw it fuck knows where.
pushing you down gently on the bed, yuta took a step back to admire your perfect perfect body, the way your tits bounced with every movement you made, and the way that god forsaken lacy black underwear made you look as he just stood there and stared.
you cowered a little under his gaze, legs closing and arms crossing over your chest. “what?”
he shook his head. “i love you… so much.”
you smiled bright then, pearly whites on display as you watched him reach down and fumble with his belt frantically, sliding it off and pushing his pants down before kicking them away and hovering over you until you were both entirely bare.
yuta pressed honeyed wet kisses all the way down your body and in between your legs, shoving his face to your clothed pussy and inhaling your sweet scent, moaning as he did so.
he was so freakishly hard as he licked a long stripe up, the fabric rough and wet under his tongue as you squirmed and whined, impatient and bratty.
“you taste so sweet, baby.” he groaned, pulling your panties to the side and spitting on your clit, his index finger running delicately and slowly over your meaty slimy folds.
“fuck—” you panted, carding your fingers through his hair. “more please—”
“more?” he hummed, watching at the way you shook and shivered with his every touch as he slobbered all over your pussy like a man starved.
it was so filthy, squelching and sloshes of his mean mouth bullying your clit as your fingers flew to grip the sheets beneath you.
“eek!” you squealed, your thighs closing tight around his head as he ate, his hands coming up to force them apart.
“let me eat.”
yuta gripped the fat of your plushy thighs as his sloppy tongue moved across your lips and pussy, coaxing your syrupy cunt to pulse and jump with each lick, a knot forming at the pit of your tummy.
“i— yu, i can’t—” you tried to run away from his mouth. “i’m gonna cum—”
but he only grabbed your hips and brought you back down roughly, his rolling tongue lapping up your juices before your entire body shook with erotic ecstasy, your thighs clamping shut as you squealed and creamed on his tongue.
“fuuuucckkk,” he dragged out, coming back up and sliding your absolutely drenched and ruined panties down your shaking legs, his mouth coated and shiny and covered in you.
yuta pumped his cock a few times, and that’s when you noticed just how big he was, packing a meaty punch that had your mouth watering and desperate.
you spread your legs again as he climbed over you, sliding his dick in between your messy sticky folds before lining his fat tip against your hole.
god, yuta’s body and dick were on fucking fire, his tip slowly nudging and slightly stretching you, a pathetic whine leaving his lips at the feeling of your perfect pussy that was entirely his to fuck, a dream he’s had and yearned over for what feels like an eternity.
“m’gonna put it in,” he choked, licking his lips as he tightly gripped your waist.
you eagerly nodded, spreading your legs even wider. “please, i want you to fill me up, yu.”
and with that, yuta slowly and deliciously stretched your little cunt open, his swollen dick pushing past your tight squeezing gummy walls until he bottomed out.
“f—fuck,” he swallowed thickly. “you gotta loosen up baby you’re milking me—”
your hands gripped at his arms for support as yuta gently pumped his cock, your pussy sucking him up like a yummy lollipop and trapping him inside. “i can’t yu…” you shook your head. “you’re too big—”
his glassy eyes darkened over at your words, and he picked up a brutal pace almost instantly.
“is this— hah— what you wanted?” he reached out and pinched your rosy cheek meanly, pounding into your puffy walls as you cried dumbly. “to fuck you dumb on my dick after teasing me like that downstairs? huh?”
your eyes squeezed shut, loud pornographic moans tumbling out of your throat as he fucked you like he hated you, your tits bouncing with every hit.
a series of pat pat pat’s bounced all over the walls as yuta buried his face into your neck, his heavy balls slapping against your ass as he shoved his dick inside of you over and over and over again.
“i can— hah— barely move you’re sucking me, baby.” yuta hiccuped, his eyes welling with feral tears.
it felt good, way too good and he could hardly handle it, his heart racing against his chest as he watched you make slutty faces that only fueled his erotic agony.
he fucked you full into the mattress, setting an animalistic pace as the headboard hit against the wall repeatedly.
“s—slow down, yu!” you whined, your eyes rolling to the back of your head at the way his tip hit your cervix without mercy, you on the verge of cumming and creaming all over his dick.
“no—” he shook his head and looked at you, your sweaty hot bodies sticking together. “m’sorry pretty i c—can’t—”
yuta hiccuped and whined and cried at the way your greedy pussy was milking him for all of his worth, his abs tensing at the familiar feeling of his release. the amount of times yuta fisted his cock to the thought of you like a pervert, just like this, spread out and pretty, didn’t even come close or compare to the real thing laying in front of him right now.
“m’gonna pull out, okay?” he muttered. “gonna cum—“
“nuh uh!” you whined, wrapping your thighs tightly around his waist to keep him inside, your arms clutching his brooding shoulders. “i want you to dump it inside of me.”
“i— inside?!” he swallowed.
you nodded and smiled sweetly at him through your fucked out expression and puffy pouty lips, a sight he never ever wanted to forget in his life and keep the privilege of looking at every day, just for him.
yuta groaned again and shoved his face back into your neck, squishing your tits in his hands and holding on to them for dear life as you milked his cock, slamming his hips up to meet yours and you whimpering at how deliciously rough he was.
“mm— fuck!” you squealed as you felt yuta’s hot ropey cum shoot up your walls, bucket loads of it filling you to the brim as you felt your own orgasm wash over you, his hand pressing down against your lower tummy as he hiccuped against your neck.
you both grabbed on to each other as you tried to come down from your highs, your skin sticky and hot as his steamy breath fanned over your ear shakily, the booming of music downstairs shaking the walls a little and the sounds of footsteps walking down the halls filling your ears.
yuta gently peeled himself from you and slowly, delicately— pulled his dick out, his pupils dilating at the sight of his milky cum oozing out of you sluggishly.
his dizzy eyes flickered over to your dazed and tired face, smiling softly. “are you okay baby?”
you closed your eyes as he leaned down and brushed some of your hair away from your eyes, laughing a little. “yeah.”
“wait here—” he whispered before getting off the bed and walking over to what he assumed was the bathroom, retrieving a random towel.
coming back over, he tenderly spread your legs and cleaned you up, rubbing soothing circles into your ankles with his thumbs as he did so before plopping back down on the bed next to you, pulling you softly into his arms.
that was the first time you both had sex together, and as the fact registered into your head, you buried your face into his bare chest shyly.
“hm?” yuta looked down at you. “what, baby?”
“you’ve seen me naked now,” you muttered, voice faintly muffled.
he giggled lowly. “you’ve seen me naked now too.”
“your dick is big,” you leaned back a bit. “i can’t believe you’ve been keeping that thing hostage from me.”
yuta choked at your blunt statement and shook his head. “i’ve always wanted this baby, believe me.” he kissed your forehead and nuzzled his face into your neck. “i just didn’t want to disrespect you pretty so i just didn’t know if you wanted it like i did.”
“but i do—”
he laughed again, “i know you do, now i do.”
you smiled sheepishly as yuta caressed your back with his fingertips lovingly, feeling like he was at the gates of heaven with you in his arms after having shared something so intimate like that for the first time, something he only lived in his sleepy dreams prior to this moment.
“i love you, yu.” you mumbled against his chest, and his heart absolutely melted as he captured your lips in a sweet sweet kiss.
oh how he loved you, and the sight of your gorgeous naked body next to him, your breathtaking unreal face looking at him and only him with those eyes—
summary: yuta okkotsu has been hopelessly in love with you since he was fifteen. you, his muse and his reason to live as you took care of him growing up more than anyone else in his life. in fear of breaking your best friend pact and losing you entirely, yuta swallows his feelings for the sake of keeping you in his life, but he can only take so much.
warnings: college au, friends to best friends to lovers trope, lowkey ooc yuta oops, mentions of underage drinking, hopelessly devoted and lovesick yuta for reader, cursing!!! both reader and yuta cuss lol, lots and lots of fluff, ANGST, afab!reader, use of y/n, pet names, no smut in this one! slight sexual themes, reader is older than yuta by two years.
word count: 8.7k
authors note: YAAALLL i actually poured my heart and soul out into this one so i really hope it reaches your heart and soul as well! it is so so cute and i had so much fun writing it. this is definitely not the end of this au! i plan to write more short stories that take place after this one :) mwah.
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yuta was thirteen years old when he first saw you.
you were a casual friend of his older brother who had invited his entire group of friends over for a thanksgiving feast reunion amongst yourselves. yuta stayed locked in his room for the most part, from time to time lazily making his way down the halls and through the kitchen where you all sat to get a glass of water for himself, silently savoring at the food on the table.
eventually you had picked up on his lame attempts of coming into the kitchen for random excuses, concluding that he just wanted to gawk at the food and maybe score a bite or two of the pumpkin pie drenched in whipped cream, sitting pretty and proud in the middle of the table.
but after various unsuccessful attempts and various defeated stomps down the hall and back to his room after every shoo from his brother, he knew he wasn’t going to get even a lick. at the end of the night when the group settled down and many began to take their leave, yuta made his way back down one more time in search of any lucky scraps left behind.
but what he found instead was you, standing in the kitchen with a white porcelain plate in your hands, a slice of pumpkin pie drenched in whipped cream sitting pretty in the middle.
“for you,” you had said calmly, plate outstretched, beckoning him to take it. “i saw you come down a few times looking at it, and i think whoever brought it is taking the rest of it back home, so here.”
yuta had never spoken to a girl before, much less a fifteen year old one with the sweetest smile he had ever seen in his life on her face, but he timidly and awkwardly took the smooth plate from your offering hands, and muttered a squeaky thank you before stumbling down the hall and slamming his bedroom door shut.
from then on, yuta looked forward to the next time his brother would have his friends over, nagging at him constantly with questions of when, and even going as far as to straight up planning the hangouts himself (the location of all of them being at their house of course), but his brother would only shove him out of his room and lock the door shut.
luckily for yuta his wish was granted, and his curious eyes saw you around a lot more often than not, and you gradually became a close friend of yuta’s brother instead of just casual one. every time you came over to his house, you always greeted him with the biggest smile on your face before going into his brother’s room with the rest of the group. and over time, your greetings to yuta went from sweet smiles, to pats on the head, to ruffling up his hair occasionally, and to his personal favorite, the side hug.
you always were around in yuta’s growing life and always made sure he had gotten something to eat that day, or if he had a ride to soccer practice, or if his phone had enough battery to last him through his tutoring sessions, or even if he had someone going to watch his soccer games in the mornings (which was never).
yuta was fifteen when he realized he liked you.
“so no one is going?” you asked sharply, “again?”
yuta shrugged. “its at eight o’ clock in the morning. i don’t expect anyone to, not even you-“
“well i’m going,” you said simply, putting the rest of your textbooks away in your locker and slamming it shut. “geez not even your brother goes to your games? i’m gonna yell at him later.”
“it’s fine.” yuta shook his head and gave you a small smile, his insides twisting and contorting with an overwhelming boy crush for you. “a lot of my teammates parents don’t go either, usually only to the first two of the season.”
but not you. you went every single time, even going as far as dragging his brother with you so he could have family there to watch him play. yuta always made sure to turn and raise a hand to you from across the field, waving it side to side before getting back in the game, his heart thumping wildly in his chest with an insane sense of adrenaline to do good on the field and show off— because you were watching.
yuta was still fifteen when he realized you liked his brother.
firstly, he felt utterly stupid for not picking up on it before. yuta was always too busy staring at you and memorizing every inch and detail of your face to realize that you were looking at his brother the same way yuta looked at you. he was too busy running around in soccer fields and eating the ham sandwiches you always made for him after practices to realize how red your face would get when you sat next to his brother during his games, or when you gave him sandwiches. yuta was too busy drooling over you in his mind that sometimes you wouldn’t even notice him waving at you from across the field like he always did, your eyes trained on his brother instead, that sweet smile he was all too familiar with shining for someone else.
it wasn’t fair. it wasn’t fair at all. yuta felt like his brother always got everything and he always ended up with scraps. yuta never got a friend group like his, or a stellar reputation in a sport like he did, or people at his beck and call everywhere he went, or nominations for pointless shit like homecoming king.
but yuta didn’t give a flying fuck about any of that. he didn’t want any of that. he wanted you. just you.
but he couldn’t have you.
yuta was sixteen when he realized he was in love with you.
he had been for a while actually, and he knew it, but the thought alone of you liking his stupid brother only fueled the fire of denial to save himself from getting hurt more than he already was.
but it was absolutely pouring rain that day, his tutoring session having been cancelled last minute due to the weather, and because of this he had no ride home and no umbrella to even attempt at walking home, not that he could anyways seeing as it would take him thirty minutes to do so. yuta absolutely could not take that chance. he had his laptop in his backpack with all of his school work, and worst of all, his final project that he had been working on since the beginning of the school year, a precious green portfolio filled with notes worth more than gold to him.
yuta grumbled as he scuffed his feet against the concrete at the front of his school under a rooftop, lips pressed into a thin line in annoyance. his parents were at work, there was no way they could just drop everything and go to him (not that they would anyways), and his brother was too busy hanging out with you doing god knows what at god knows where— so even calling you was out of the picture.
at the mere thought of you hanging out with his brother, he sighed softly, sadly, and slumped down on a blue bench with his cold hands stuffed into the pockets of his jacket, eyes trained to the ground.
heavy pit pats of rain smacked against the ground as he sat there in thought, the sounds of cars zooming down the wet streets as the only source of life around besides himself, seeing as it was already late in the day and everybody else had gone home. without him even noticing, the front doors beside him creaked open as he sat there grumbling.
“yuta?”
his head snapped up upon hearing your pretty voice call out to him, his eyes wide as he saw you standing there with an umbrella.
“what are you doing here?” he asked softly, standing up. yuta looked at you then and noticed your eyes were red and tired, and a shock of worry shot up his spine.
“i was-”
“are you okay?” he asked quickly. “your eyes are red.”
“oh really?” you mumbled, rubbing your eyes with your palm, waving him off. “it’s nothing, i didn’t even notice.”
he pursed his lips, concern written all over his face as he took in your defeated expression, but before he could press any further, you spoke again.
“why aren’t you in tutoring?”
“oh they cancelled last minute,” he stuffed his hands further into his jacket and looked to the side. “i don’t have a ride home now because of it, and i can’t even walk home because it’s raining hard as fuck and i have my laptop in my backpack.”
you hummed in understanding, and even though it looked like the worst possible thing ever just happened to you, you gave him that same sweet smile he craved every time he saw you. “let’s walk to your house together. i have an umbrella we can try and fit under.”
he looked at you incredulously. “no no! it’s okay! you live down the street i don’t want to make you walk thirty minutes in the rain with me and thirty back-”
“it’s okay!” you laughed. “i would never leave you here by yourself yu, you know that.”
oh how he loved when you called him that.
his shoulders slowly relaxed, a wobbly cute smile spreading across his face, his cheeks a fuzzy pink. “okay.”
you walked together in a comfortable silence, your little umbrella just barely covering the both of you and yuta’s cheeks were still an intense pinky shade due to the close proximity, his steamy breath basically fanning the side of your ear as he huddled close to you.
after a few minutes spent walking on the sidewalk, yuta spoke up again.
“why are your eyes red?”
you immediately froze, but relaxed quickly.
“just tired s’all,” you responded weakly, but the little wobbling of your bottom lip told him otherwise.
yuta slowly lifted his hand and reached out, placing it softly on top of yours and clenching over the stem of the umbrella. the action caused you both to stop walking, your curious eyes snapping to his.
his palm felt like it was on absolute fire at the feeling of your soft hand under his, yuta’s breath trembling as he breathed out.
he swallowed. “can you please tell me why.”
your eyes flooded with tears then, and you shut them tightly as you dropped your forehead solemnly to rest against his shoulder, your frame shaking with quiet sobs escaping your lips.
yuta’s eyes softened and he quickly took the umbrella from you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders in a tight hug. his heart thumped so hard against his chest that he could hear it ringing through his ears.
he patted the back of your head gently. “what happened? what’s going on?”
you shook your head against his chest.
“y/n..” he sighed worriedly, running a soothing hand over your shaking back now.
“i have a crush on your brother,” you sobbed.
he knew. god he knew. but hearing you say it out loud broke his heart ten times more than it did when he found out on his own.
yuta slightly pulled back, bending his knees a little to look at you at eye level, his hand on your shoulder.
“i know.”
your eyebrows furrowed, more silent tears spilling from your eyes. “you know?”
yuta nodded, smiling sadly at you as he wiped your tears with his thumb, your eyes closing as he did so. “i spend almost every second of my life with you, of course i know. i noticed.”
you sniffed.
“weren’t you just with him now?” he asked.
your eyes shut tightly again, eyebrows contorted in pain as you nodded. “i confessed to him. i wanted to tell him before we graduated next month.”
you lifted your hands and covered your face, sobbing into them. “i’ve loved him since middle school.”
loved?
yuta’s shoulders slumped as he stared straight ahead, feeling like he wanted to crawl into a deep dark hole and stay there.
“he-“ you hiccuped. “he rejected me.”
his head snapped down immediately, eyebrows furrowing in a mix of disbelief and anger. “huh? he rejected you?”
you nodded, dropping your hands from your eyes and burying your head in his chest.
“why? what did he say?”
“he said he didn’t feel the same way—” you stopped for a moment to even out your breaths. “and that he was sorry.”
yuta scoffed, shaking his head. “what a big fucking loser.”
you snorted at that, and he looked down at you fondly, relieved you laughed.
“he… he thanked me for everything that i’ve done for your family though, especially you.”
he stayed silent.
“he said he was thankful that i was like another sibling for you, and that i took care of you.”
another sibling?
yuta didn’t say anything, that phrase like a slash through his heart while he still thought about how much of a fucking idiot he was to reject you. you, out of anyone deserved to get everything you wanted. you were selfless, incredibly sweet, the most gorgeous human being to ever walk this earth, and you had done so much for everyone that you neglected your own needs all of the time.
how could he not love you back? how could his brother not see the angel in his life that loved him, that sentiment alone an absolute privilege to have? something he would kill for?
yuta knew he shouldn’t make this about himself. he knew you were absolutely hurting and heartbroken, but he just had to know. it was eating him alive inside and out and over and over again as he kept thinking about it.
“is that how you see me?”
“hu-huh?” you hiccuped, picking your head up from his chest to look at him.
“as another sibling. is that how you see me?”
you blinked up at him, your eyes trailing over his furrowed eyebrows and worried gaze, and you hesitated for a moment, not knowing exactly why.
but you nodded, slowly. “you’re my best friend, yu. you’re not just anyone to me i care a lot about you. more than most people in my life.”
for a moment, yuta looked at you blankly, his mind unable to properly register your words. he didn’t know whether he wanted to cry, call up his brother and yell at him, kiss you, or run away.
a part of him knew that too, that you only saw him as a sibling. but like everything else in his life, he buried it down and chose to pretend like it didn’t exist for the sake of his heart.
but regardless of you not returning his feelings, he would rather be something to you than nothing at all. he would rather make some type of difference in your life and have a special spot, than be an absolute nobody to you.
so he smiled. he smiled with soft sad eyes and nodded, pulling you back in and resting his cheek against the top of your head. “you’re my best friend too.”
yuta didn’t see you around much at his house after that, which he understood.
but you still texted yuta everyday and hung out with him sometimes at school, and you still went to his games and practices and made him ham sandwiches after, and you still gave him that sweet smile he loved so so much.
but he never missed how sad you got around his brother, even at the mere mention of him. he never missed how your eyes stayed glued to the ground or had a far off look to them, your arms wrapped around yourself with a safe distance between you both.
when you graduated high school, yuta was a brat the entire ceremony. he was pissed. so pissed that you were two years older than him and that he wasn’t going to see your pretty self around school anymore, which was pretty much the only reason he tolerated it in the first place.
but when your graduating class threw their caps up into the air and his family went down to congratulate his brother, yuta made a beeline for you instead.
and behind that scowl on his face that he had the entire day, his eyes were glossy.
yuta never cried.
when you noticed, your shoulders instantly dropped and you ran to his open arms, practically throwing yourself on him. “yuuu! don’t cry for me!”
“who said i’m crying?” yuta grumbled into your shoulder.
you pulled back and smiled at him, “i’m gonna miss you the most.”
yuta smiled, but then faltered, and a sliver of fear shot up his spine. was this the last time he was going to see you? was this the start of you both slowly distancing, and then ultimately falling apart? were you still going to call him and text him everyday?
as if you could sense his fear, you quickly shook your head. “you’re literally stuck with me for life. you will never find another best friend to replace me, you got it?”
you waved your little index finger at him sternly, and yuta laughed. “i got it.”
yuta was nineteen when he almost kissed you.
after you graduated high school, luckily you went to a college that was only about a thirty minute drive from his place. you were still in yuta’s life, if not way more than it was before, which he thanked his lucky stars for. you went from being a best friend of his brothers, to being only his best friend, as you and his brother didn’t really talk anymore after high school.
and to that, yuta was happy.
and when he graduated high school, you of course were there, crying and pinching his cheeks and hugging him so tight his back cracked a little bit.
he didn’t go to the same college you did (although he definitely tried but didn’t get in) and went to one that was about forty five minutes away from home, one he commuted to everyday like you did for yours.
you both got so much closer that you obliviously acted like a couple, when you weren’t. yuta would pick you up from class and drive you to lunch, pay for all of your meals and anything you practically wanted despite you fighting him every time on it. he would kiss your forehead and your cheek and throw his arm around your shoulder when you walked, he would call you baby and compliment you every single day, and he would sleep over at your house almost all of the time, your head on his chest and his arm wrapped around your torso.
he knew best friends weren’t really supposed to act like this, but did you? you both had grown so accustomed to it that it wasn’t a weird thing for you both, but the constant questions from your mutual friends or even each others parents was a dead giveaway that it in fact, was not how best friends were supposed to act.
but neither of you seemed to care.
“stop moving yu!” you whispered harshly as you applied an aloe vera mud mask to his face. yuta snickered, dodging your fingers every time they came close to applying the mask, with the only reason he was doing it being because it made you laugh.
you were both sat on your fluffy pink rug in the middle of your room in your pajamas, surrounded by all of your skincare essentials and even the fancy products you only pulled out on special occasions. it was one in the morning at this point and you both were still up, trying to keep your laughter to a minimum in attempts at not waking up your parents downstairs.
“baby this stuff smells kind of funky,” he commented as you applied some to his cheek.
“the funkier the better,” you responded, focused. “kind of smells like you.”
he pinched your side and you giggled, flinching away. “i’m kidding! i’m almost done, don’t move.”
yuta listened and stayed still, watching your concentrated pretty face that was practically inches away from his as you applied the mask to the rest of his face, his poor heart almost giving out.
once you were done, you smiled triumphantly and wiped your fingers with a warm damp towel. “all done!”
yuta smiled fondly at you and kissed your cheek. “thanks. is this what you put on every night?”
you shook your head, “not every night, only when i want my skin to look extra good for special occasions.”
“which is..?”
“it’s usually when you invite me over to your family events or when we eat dinner at that one really nice place by your school.”
yuta stopped at that and he felt his heart clench at your words. he didn’t know why and he usually didn’t let it, but his mind was making him believe that maybe…
no.
he relaxed again, humming in acknowledgement. you picked up a circular pink little tub compartment thing and unscrewed the cap, dipping your ring finger in the shimmery product.
“what’s that?” he asked softly, nodding his head to it.
“it’s my lip scrub!” you responded enthusiastically, lifting your ring finger and scooting closer to him. his eyes looked straight at you as you slid your finger over his lips. “it has kind of like a rough texture, it’s supposed to exfoliate your lips and make them really soft.”
his cheeks slowly turned pink, his eyes trailing down to your lips as you sat back, finished.
“here— put some on me now so you can feel what i’m talking about,” you handed him the little tub and he dipped his index finger in, swallowing the lump in his throat.
he timidly lifted his hand and pressed his finger to your waiting perfect lips, softly and gently running the product on your bottom lip before going to the top, his eyes mesmerized and nearly drooling.
yuta was practically tracing you, wanting to burn forever the shape of your mouth into his brain to remember for the rest of his life, wanting nothing more than to press his lips on yours.
but he inhaled sharply and quickly dropped his hand. “i’m finished.”
you pressed your lips together and spread the product around, “did you feel it?”
he shakily nodded, wiping his finger on the warm damp towel before handing it over for you to do the same.
you held up a corner of the towel to his lips and gently wiped the scrub away, “and now they’re soft.”
you passed the towel back over to him, and you sat back, eagerly waiting for him to do the same.
yuta swallowed again and mimicked you, except he was much slower, much more gentle over your plush lips as he subconsciously leaned closer to you that by the time he was done, his nose almost bumped with yours.
with eyes half lidded, he stared at your lips in a daze, licking his bottom lip slightly as you looked at him with wide eyes. he wanted to, so badly, to just grab your face and press your lips together, to pour the love he’s had for you for the past four years out and cherish you with everything that he has.
“yu?” you spoke softly, your voice barely above a whisper, your breath fanning against his lips.
his eyes immediately snapped to yours and he flinched back like a deer in headlights. “so— so when do i take this off?” he pointed to his face. “the mud mask.. when does it come off?”
you looked at him curiously, your eyebrows slightly pinched together as you tried to make sense of what was happening, if anything even really happened.
“almost..” you responded, unfocused. “in about five minutes.”
yuta quickly nodded and pressed his lips into a thin line, his hands clenched so hard into tight fists that his knuckles turned white.
he couldn’t look you in the eye. what the fuck was he doing? he was going to scare you away if he kept doing things like this, if he kept almost slipping up and doing something that could jeopardize your friendship with him.
your trust.
you nudged his shoulder with your finger, and he finally looked at you.
“is the face mask bothering you that much?” you said with a silly smile, and yuta physically deflated, affection pumping through his system.
“no baby,” he shook his head. “i like it! i think i should keep it on for the rest of the night and go to class with it tomorrow morning.”
you snorted and shook your head, “don’t be mean.”
he raised his hands up frantically, “i’m not! you think everybody has the privilege of getting a free facial by their pretty best friend?” he held up his index finger and wiggled it side to side. “i don’t think so.”
you giggled, so much, and grabbed the warm damp towel again, scooting closer to him by your knees. you began wiping away the mask on his face, being careful of not going too rough in fear of accidentally irritating and hurting him. yuta held you by the hips, assisting in keeping your balance and rubbing little circles into your stomach with his thumbs.
your cheeks went a little pink after a bit.
as the rest of the night went on, and when you both finally settled into bed facing each other— his hand on the side of your hip, you softly traced the rather dark bags under his eyes and frowned.
“you need to get more sleep, yu. i think you’ve had these bags since you were fifteen.”
“it’s because i always grind so i can buy you a big white house with a wiener dog and a picket fence.”
you laughed a little too loud and slapped a hand over your mouth, leaning forward and resting your forehead against his as your shoulders shook. when you settled down, you removed your hand and smiled sweetly.
“only if the house comes with you.”
yuta’s breath hitched, and his eyes searched yours desperately, for any indication that maybe, just maybe, you…
no.
“what… you want me as a roommate?”
you playfully rolled your eyes and gently shoved his shoulder.
yuta was twenty years old when he confessed to you.
it was also the first big fight you guys ever had in your entire years of knowing each other.
your relationship stayed the same, two peas in a little pod through college that never seemed to go to one place without the other, so much so that when you did, people would often ask where the other half was. he loved it. he loved you so much, and he found it harder and harder and more heart breaking for him as the years went by watching you not be his in any way shape or form.
every time he visited your campus or went with you to your college parties, he noticed the lurking eyes it seemed like every guy had on you everywhere you went, and it agitated yuta more than anything else. he was still a stubborn brat, and instead of doing something about it and maybe telling you how he feels, he just endures the pain and scowls at their glances, leading you through crowds by the hand or by the small of your back.
he never really indulged in the traditional college experience like you did, and never ever talked to any other girl besides you. he never wanted to or had any interest in doing so, regardless of you returning his feelings or not. you also never really talked to any other guy besides yuta or made any mention of your dating life, people mostly assuming you both were.
yuta weaved through the crowd, trying to spot a place for the both of you to sit while you went to get drinks from the kitchen. upon finally breaking free from the pile of dancing sweaty bodies, he recognized one of your girl friends and a couple of others sitting on a long lounge sofa, her eyes perking up.
“y/n’s boyfriend! you came?”
he stopped a bit, then smiled wide.
“yeah! she’s in the kitchen now by the way, she’ll be over here in a second.”
and when you did come over, already a bit tipsy from the line of shots you got pulled into while getting drinks, you walked over to where yuta sat while greeting your friends, handing him a red solo cup. and instead of sitting in the spot yuta had saved for you right beside him, you settled neatly on his lap.
his eyes nearly bulged out of their eye sockets as you swung an arm around his shoulders for support and made yourself comfortable. you had never done something like this, and he swallowed the huge lump in his throat as trembling hands settled around your waist and over your lap. his arm tingled with the feeling of your thighs underneath, afraid to put his hands anywhere near them in fear of making you uncomfortable or accidentally grabbing your face and making out with you.
but the chance of that happening wasn’t anywhere near impossible, as he was already tipsy by his drink and his hand was already gently caressing over the skin of your soft plush thighs.
best friends don’t do things like this.
and he did not give a single fuck.
your boobs were practically shoved up in his face, his pinky cheeks absolutely blazing as his eyes darted to every corner of the house and anywhere else that wasn’t your tits, his lips itching to feel, to taste.
the night progressed and the both of you got increasingly more and more drunk, clinging on to each other on the couch or stumbling through the house, laughing when one of you would trip and almost face plant on the hardwood floors, leaning on to each other for support.
“your boyfriend almost knocked over the tub of tropical mix in the kitchen!” your girl friend yelled over the loud booming music, laughing.
yuta expected you to correct her, but you didn’t, and only laughed along with her.
“no it wasn’t him! it was me,” you giggled drunkenly, your arms around his neck as his were tight around your waist, your group standing off to the side of the dance floor. “he had to grab me and pull me from it!”
and that’s how it often was, just you and him. you taking care of him and him taking care of you in every way possible, trying to pay you back for all of the years you spent being there for him when he was younger and way more, simply because he wanted to.
and on a night where yuta was studying for finals in his room, his brother that was visiting from college came in and sat down on the edge of his bed.
“you studying?” he asked.
yuta nodded, not bothering to take his eyes away from his notebook, still scribbling down his notes. he never really had the best relationship with his brother, much less after what had happened with you getting rejected by him.
his brother took a deep breath through his nose and nodded. “i um… are you still friends with y/n?”
that caught his attention, and yuta’s eyes lifted from his notes to look at him. “yes? i’m with her like, most of the time. if you haven’t noticed.”
“no i have,” his brother murmured. “how is she?”
yuta took a second to respond. “she’s good.”
“that’s good that’s good. does she um- does she still have the same number?”
yuta put down his pencil and leaned back against his desk chair. “why?”
“i wanted to just catch up with her is all,” he shrugged. “i saw her when you brought her here for mom’s birthday and i hadn’t seen her since graduation.”
“catch up with her?” yuta mumbled. “since when do you give a shit about y/n?”
his brother scoffed. “i always have, yuta.”
“didn’t seem like it when you rejected her and started dating one of her close friends like the next day.”
his brother didn’t say anything, and yuta rolled his eyes at the lack of response, picking his pencil back up to continue his work.
“i still have her on social media and see what she’s up to… she posts you a lot. are you guys like— a thing?”
yuta bit the inside of his cheek. “no.”
his brother visibly relaxed for whatever reason and nodded. “i just want to talk to her again, is all. maybe buy her dinner—”
yuta pushed his textbook away, dropped his pencil again and spun around, looking at him with narrowed eyes. “fuck no.”
his brother scoffed. “i’m not asking for permission—”
“fuck no.”
“yuta i’m your brother i literally took you to school everyday and took care of you—”
“y/n did that.” yuta cut him off. “y/n gave me rides to school when i didn’t have my license and bought me food when i didn’t have a job. she also came to every single one of my games regardless of the weather and helped me with my homework when i was too stupid to figure it out on my own, everything you should’ve done.”
“that’s not true—”
“yes it is.” yuta crossed his arms in annoyance. “she didn’t have to do any of that. she never had to take care of me the way that she did but she did it anyways. she took on your role because you were too busy being a dingus doing god knows what and she knew that. y/n has done more for me than you’ve ever done in your entire twenty two years of living.”
his brother sat there in silence, yuta’s heavy angry breathing being the only thing heard in the room.
“okay well—” his brother stood from his bed and walked over to the door. “i’m just going to text her—”
“why the fuck are you gonna meddle into her life now? what… are you bored? are you not satisfied with whatever fucking girl you find up there at school?” yuta threw his arms up in irritation, his blood beginning to boil. “you treated her like shit. like absolute dog shit when you ignored her and avoided her for months after she confessed to you. do you understand how disrespectful that is?”
“whatever man it was high school—”
“and what, that gives you a pass to treat her like that? when that happened i was sixteen picking up the pieces you shit all over at your grown age—”
“i’m leaving.”
and with that, his brother walked out and slammed the door shut, and yuta was left absolutely red. red with anger he had never felt before in his life as he grabbed his notebook and chucked it across the room. he hated how casual he spoke of you, like you were just another girl he was going to try and get to know and fuck— to then leave without another word like his brother’s been doing his whole fucking life to girls. but not to you, it couldn’t happen to you.
and it was like yuta was going through the five stages of grief because then he was afraid. what if you let his brother back into your life? what if you fell for him again? you’d done it before the chances were not zero of you doing it again.
yuta didn’t want to lose you. he would rather gauge his eyes out and eat them for breakfast.
with that, yuta stumbled through his room putting on his shoes and snatching his car keys from his night stand, running down the hall and slamming the front door shut before getting in his car.
the drive was only about fifteen minutes to your house, and he felt so bad that it was nearly two in the morning and he was most likely going to wake you up, but he couldn’t stand it. he was going absolutely crazy, everything in him gnawing and eating him alive, his brother having pushed every single button in his body and more.
his tires screeched as he pulled into your driveway, thankful that your parents were away on a getaway trip as he slammed his car door shut and made his way up to your front door. yuta rang your doorbell twice before you finally opened it.
slowly, you peeked your tired eye through the slit, and your body immediately relaxed at the sight of him. “oh my god yuta, you scared the absolute shit out of—”
you stopped, your face falling at his livid expression and the way his chest heaved erratically. “yu? are you okay? what’s going on—”
but yuta only pushed passed you and trudged up your stairs without another word. dumbstruck, you closed your front door with a click and locked it, following him up the stairs and into your room.
“what’s wrong?”
“my brother is visiting from college.” he mumbled, sitting stiff on your desk chair. you moved to stand in front of him.
“…you mentioned that yeah—”
“and he… he told me that he wants to reach out to you.”
your eyebrows furrowed, taken aback. “me? for what?”
“he says he wants to catch up with you, see how you’re doing. be friends again i guess.”
yuta’s eyes remained stuck to the floor like glue, and you remained silent as you processed his words, confused out of your mind.
“i mean… i mean i guess? i guess that’s fine—”
his head snapped up, “that’s fine?”
you shrugged, “yes? i don’t see the big deal i don’t—”
“baby—” he shook his head in disbelief. “he absolutely broke you and treated you like nothing in high school, and you’re fine letting him back into your life? great.”
you narrowed your eyes at him. “why are you being like that? he just wants to be friends again and that’s fine with me—”
yuta scoffed. “he doesn’t deserve it! he doesn’t deserve you—”
“yuta, whatever happened between your brother and i was years ago! i’m over it! this isn’t a big fucking deal!”
you hated fighting with him, god how much you hated it, and the way that he looked at you now was making you absolutely sick.
“so you’re just gonna be friends with him again?” he shrugged, looking at you with narrowed eyes.
“yeah?”
“you’re fucking stupid,” he spat, getting up from your desk chair and walking over to the door, reaching for your doorknob.
you instantly grabbed his shoulder and spun him around to face you. “what the fuck is wrong with you?!”
“what’s wrong with me?!” he raised his voice, jabbing a finger to his chest. “what’s wrong with you! do you not remember how bad you got when he did what he did?! do you really think i would stand here okay with you rekindling your little love for my brother?”
you scoffed, “my little love?!”
and before you knew it, angry tears were streaming down your face. you hated the way he was talking to you, and you didn’t know how your argument escalated so quickly and so drastically as you wiped your cheeks furiously.
and at the sight of you crying, yuta faltered slightly, his eyes softening.
“why do you think i still love him? i don’t! i haven’t since he rejected me!—”
“who says you won’t start again?” he spoke lowly, arms crossed over his chest. “my brother never had to lift a fucking finger for you to be head over heels for him. you don’t give a shit about yourself and you’re willing to throw yourself at him again—”
“shut up.” you spat, sobs raking through your body. “the fact that you’re stuffing a bunch of fucking words into my mouth and assuming i’m going to jump into your brothers arms is bullshit.”
“i—”
“is this how low you think of me?”
“no baby i don’t—”
“yes you clearly do because everything that’s come out of your mouth—”
“no! no i’m sorry i don’t—”
“then why—”
yuta shoved his hands into his hair exasperated, “because i love you!”
he let his arms fall limp, his eyes glossy and red with the most gut wrenching look on his face that read pure exhaustion. you had never seen him so torn.
“i love you and i love you and i have since since i was fifteen,” his voice shook with each word, hands trembling at his sides. “more than a best friend, more than anything in this world, and i never saw you like another sibling like you did for me.”
“fi.. fifteen?” you spoke so softly he almost didn’t hear you.
he nodded sadly, silent tears slipping down his cheeks and you automatically reached up, softly wiping them away with your thumbs as he closed his eyes, much like how yuta did when you got your heart broken by his brother on that rainy day.
yuta never cried.
“i swallowed it. you loved my brother and i swallowed it. i didn’t give a shit if you only saw me as a sibling because i would rather make some type of mark in your life and be in it than not have you at all. but i can’t take it anymore.”
he let out a sob, and he instantly shoved his face in the crook of his arm in embarrassment.
“yu…”
“you mean absolutely everything to me baby,” his voice was muffled a bit by his elbow, and after roughly wiping his eyes on the sleeve of his sweater, he dropped his arm to look at you again. “i would do absolutely a-anything for you. you’re precious to me and the prettiest girl i have ever laid my eyes on and will ever lay my eyes on.”
he hiccuped and crossed his arms over his chest, staring up at your ceiling. “but i know you don’t love me like i love you. i’ve known for years and i just can’t bring myself to let you go. it’s so bad that i would rather you break my heart over and over again than let you go for the sake of my wellbeing and watch you walk out of my life—”
“yuta, can you please look at me?”
“i— i can’t,” he shook his head as his voice trembled, tears slipping from the sides of his eyes as he continued to stare at your ceiling. “i can’t do it—”
you slowly reached out and cupped his wet cheeks in the palm of your hands, tilting his face down gently to look at you, your eyes filled with remorse at the defeated look on his face.
“why didn’t you tell me?” you asked softly. “why didn’t you tell you were hurting so much?”
he shook his head slowly in your hands. “it’s not fair to you. i didn’t want to put you in a difficult position—”
“what difficult position, yu?” you spoke so gently, so sweetly to him that he almost fell to his knees. “how could you have kept this in for five years? i can’t even imagine—” you hiccuped, “i hate that you were hurting because of me-“
your voice began to contort again into sobs, and he quickly shook his head. “no baby no, it was not because of you, you did nothing wrong. you did the exact opposite.”
you wiped more of his tears with your fingers as he spoke, listening intently.
“no one gave a shit about me the way you did. not even my own parents, and not even my stupid brother that pretended like i practically didn’t exist. you were the only one that was there and you didn’t have to be. you could’ve easily ditched me at any given point and you never did, and i can’t thank you enough for giving me a reason to keep going.”
he wiped his eyes. “and that’s why i fell in love with you so hard because you were so selfless and sweet and i love your smile. i don’t think i could ever make up for everything you’ve done—”
“but you have!—” you interjected, but yuta only shook his head.
“no i haven’t. i’m a stubborn asshole who just said a bunch of shit five minutes ago that i didn’t mean and i only hurt you and i never wanted that—”
“yuta.” you spoke firmly. “you’ve literally done more for me than anyone else in my entire life and i hate that you can’t see that or give yourself credit. you were there for me when i went absolutely insane after your brother rejected me even though you loved me then. you put your own feelings aside to take care of me baby..”
you softly took his hands and led him to sit with you on the bed, wiping his wet cheeks with your sleeve.
“do you not remember when even though you didn’t have a job, any chance you got money you would spend it on me instead of yourself?” you laughed softly. “the minute you got your license you drove me anywhere i wanted… and even to little things like the store because you said you didn’t want me to spend gas money.”
yuta slightly smiled.
“you never ditched me either, when there was every opportunity you could’ve. you always make sure i eat and get enough sleep… and you make me so happy yu, i wish you could see how much i miss you when you’re not around.”
he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and leaned in, softly planting a kiss to your cheek. you smiled warmly.
“who told you i didn’t love you back?”
yuta froze. “you did?”
“when?”
“the day my brother rejected you?” he cocked his head to the side. “i had asked you if you saw me as another sibling and you said yes.”
you threw your head back and moaned, “oh my god yu, of course in that moment because i was stupid and into your brother and i had just gotten rejected!”
you deflated and smiled at him warmly then, your eyes shining with emotions he didn’t allow himself to believe were there. for five years, yuta forced himself to believe you could never return his feelings as a form of protection, and now there was a huge wall in his brain that was itching to come down.
you scooted closer to him and wrapped your arms around his neck, your foreheads touching. “ask me again.”
“hm?” he was dazed, wide eyes staring into yours.
“ask me that question again,” you spoke softly. “the one from that day.”
yuta swallowed thickly, his breathing shaky through his nose, reiterating the phrase he played through his head like a broken record since it happened.
“as another sibling…” he murmured. “is that how you see me?”
you shook your head gently against his forehead, “no… to me—” you leaned back slightly and tilted your head to the side. “you look like the man i’ve been in love with for the past three years.”
silence. nothing.
and then, his eyes welled with tears as he tackled you down and just cried. he cried and he cried into your neck and shook like a little leaf, you holding him so unbelievably tight as your bottom lip wobbled. yuta’s arms were snaked around you as he held you with just as much force if not more.
half a decade. half a decade yuta spent hopelessly lovesick for you that your words burned over his entire body like a fever, his mind reeling and hazy. he held on to you so fucking tight and refused to let go of you, in fear that this was all just some horrendous sick dream and he was going to wake up alone in his bed without you.
you placed a hand on the back of his head as you hugged him, “i love you so much yuta that sometimes i feel like im going nuts.” you laughed softly. “it was always you… it’s been you that’s why i said earlier that i didn’t care if your brother wanted to be friends again, because i love you and i don’t give a shit about him and i’m sorry i made you upset—”
“no,” he lifted his head from the crook of your neck and looked at you, his cheeks flushed with dried up tears and red eyes. “that was just me being an absolute dick and scared of re-living high school all over again. i took that out on you and that wasn’t fair at all, baby. i’m sorry.”
you carded your fingers through his hair. “we both have things to be sorry about, and a lot of years to make up for.”
and finally, yuta grinned so big that his cheeks hurt.
“can i—“ he exhaled shakily. “can i kiss you?”
“please.”
and he smashed his lips against yours, greedily kissing you with so much desperation as he lip locked with you, his hands squeezing and roaming your body. the sound of your lips smacking was loud, and his kisses were so needy and sloppy against your soft plush lips that you squeaked at the intensity. you felt him grin again at your noise and he pulled away from you.
“i’ve wanted this for so long…” he breathed out, his breath fanning against your face as you tried to recover from what was probably the best kiss of your life. you nodded frantically, too dazed and caught up in the thought of his mouth on yours to respond with sentences that made sense.
he chuckled cutely at this, and he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “i love you and i love you.”
and since then, it was like the final wall had finally crumbled down, and yuta began to live like he was supposed to, like he was meant to, with you. his days of yearning and silent torment were over, and most of the time it still felt like a dream whenever he was by your side.
things stayed relatively the same between you two, as you now acknowledge how much of a couple you both actually were acting prior to yuta’s confession. the only major difference now though, was that yuta earned the privilege to call you his and give you sweet kisses as he picked you up from class, or when you make and hand him those ham sandwiches you always do just for him, only this time adorned with a honeyed kiss of your own.
sitting on his living room couch now, your head resting on his lap as a random horror movie played in the background, yuta’s fingers gently brushed over the features of your face as you stared at the tv, his eyes stuck to you like sticky lovesick glue.
you turned your head to look at him after a bit. “why don’t you start playing soccer again?” you hummed. “is there a team at your school?”
yuta nodded, “there is baby.”
“why don’t you try out?” you smiled sweetly at him, and his heart ached. “i always loved watching you play. i miss it.”
“okay,” he tapped your nose. “just for you.”
you rolled your eyes playfully. “and i’ll start dragging your brother with me again.”
yuta’s eyes flung open as his jaw dropped, and you snorted, giggling uncontrollably as he tickled and pinched at your sides. “i’m just kidding! i’m kidding! i’d rather die.”
he let out a boyish laugh, his eyes sparkling as he looked down at you. “as much as i hate him, i can’t thank him enough for being a stupid dingus.”
you quirked an eyebrow, “thank him? why?”
yuta gently and softly pinched one of your cheeks as he smiled at you, and it was then that you noticed the bags under his eyes were nearly gone. he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips, moving some of your hair away from your face after he did so.
“because he brought you to me.”
and you smiled, that same radiant sweet smile that made him fall in love with you in the first place, as you reached up and ran a tender finger under where his eye bags once stood, your voice light and airy as you spoke—
series synopsis | you’ve known ryomen sukuna practically your whole life. through the years that turned childhood into something messier, softer, harder to define. hot-headed, reckless and steady in all the ways you shouldn’t need him to be. and lately, you can’t tell if he’s crossing the line or if you’re meeting him halfway. [mdni 18+]
chapters
｡𖦹°‧ prologue
｡𖦹°‧ one
｡𖦹°‧ two
｡𖦹°‧ three
｡𖦹°‧ four
｡𖦹°‧ five
｡𖦹°‧ six
｡𖦹°‧ seven
｡𖦹°‧ eight - coming soon
｡𖦹°‧ nine - tbd
｡𖦹°‧ ten - tbd
｡𖦹°‧ eleven - tbd
｡𖦹°‧ twelve - tbd
｡𖦹°‧ thirteen - tbd
｡𖦹°‧ fourteen - tbd
｡𖦹°‧ fifteen - tbd
one-shots
｡𖦹°‧ only a dream | you have a dream you shouldn’t have and sukuna won’t let it go
｡𖦹°‧ four times sukuna almost confessed | four almost confessions, swallowed before you could hear them
｡𖦹°‧ baby, it's cold outside | you and sukuna prepare for your annual drive home for christmas, where tradition is easy and feelings are not (christmas special)
｡𖦹°‧ every breath you take | glimpses of ryomen sukuna’s first time being a boyfriend
playlist
credits - dividers by @/uzmacchiato - art unknown but lmk if u know!
Pairings: Ex-boyfriend frat!kuna x reader, slight frat!gojo x reader
synopsis: your ex-boyfriend sukuna is the literal definition of asshole. he’s big, broody, and his ego is off the charts. when you two broke up it was the talk of the university, rumors that sukuna cheated. at the frat’s halloween party sukuna sees you getting cozy with the annoying satoru gojo, his frat brother. what happens when sukuna gets jealous and corners you?
content warnings: Modern Au, smut, angst, drugs(weed), sukuna being an asshole, mentions of cheating, soft!kuna, happy ending, unprotected sex
divders by: @kodaswrld
Sukuna watched you stand infront of him with tears in your eyes, you had just told him you wanted to break up. his broad shoulders raised up and down in fury, the only thing running through his mind being why the fuck were you crying.
“ryo, are you even listening?” your face twisted immediately becoming agitated at the man infront of you. this was one of the main reasons you were breaking up with sukuna, he never listens to what you ever have to say.
“and this is exactly why im breaking up with you, you never listen to me.” you huffed and started to pack your things. sukuna snapped out of his thoughts and began following you around the room “baby, don’t leave. you wanted to talk, right?”
sukuna grabbed your arm that was shoving clothes into your backpack. you looked up at 6’5 male and rolled your eyes, ripping your arm from his hold. “I don’t want to talk anymore, y’should’ve listened when I spoke earlier.”
sukuna watched as tears slipped down your cheeks, leaving dark mascara streaks. he hated to see you cry, of course he loved it during sex, but this was different. it was heartbreaking. his heart pounded as he watched you grab your shoes and slipped them on.
“please y/n, can we just talk.”
you ignored him and opened his bedroom door walking into the frat house hallway. you jogged down the steps, but your footsteps weren’t the only noise, sukuna was literally following you. you turned around in disbelief and scoffed “stop fucking following me ryomen!”
sukuna’s eyes widened when you shouted at him. one thing about sukuna was he absolutely hated when anyone could be louder than him, he had no choice but to make it a challenge.
you two were oblivious to the show you were putting on. satoru, suguru, toji, nanami and choso were now watching you both, and not only was it just them they also had company, the university’s dealer and a few women.
“who the fuck are you shouting at?” sukuna walked towards you, his whole frame covering yours. but you weren’t afraid of sukuna, no matter how big or loud he was. you watched as his muscles flexed, his veins popped and his abs tightened.
if you hadn’t just broken up with him, you would have grab the shit out of his hair and fuck the shit out of him. he had on gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips, showing off his sharp v-line. he had no shirt on, showcasing his dark tattoos.
“sukuna please, you don’t scare me.” you snickered as you turned around walking towards the front door, as you grabbed the handle and opened the door, your body froze. goosebumps trailed up your arms, your stomach dropping to the bottom pits of the earth.
not from the heavy door.
or from the cold air.
but from the man you gave two years of your life to.
“that’s why I fucked shoko!”
the words hit you like a bullet, your own best friend fucked your boyfriend. a loud gasp was heard, causing you whip your head around vastly. you seen everyone looking at you with their mouths hung open.
how long were they there?
to save yourself the embarrassment you wouldn’t dare look sukuna in the eye, you just looked down and walked out of the house. leaving your heart behind.
soon as you got to your apartment, you immediately went to shoko’s room asking for the truth. only to find out…
sukuna lied.
After you left sukuna immediately regretted his words, he turned and seen everyone watching him, he snarled “what the fuck are you looking at?” he stomped up the stairs and he hated the fact that his room smelt just like you. he cursed loudly and punched his wall.
he sat on his bed, his head held in his hands. now he was never getting you back.
the rumor spread quickly, people constantly asking why were you still friends with shoko. people saying that you walked in on them fucking.
of course you ignored them, but you honestly felt sorry for shoko. she was brought into something that had nothing to do with her.
ꨄ
That was eight months ago, you were now a senior in college and a new year was started. you were currently in the dining hall with shoko and utahime, they were telling a story about their lab class together.
“then the asshole blew up the damn experiment.” shoko chuckled as she chewed on her straw.
you laughed and looked down at your food, quickly glancing back up when you heard shoko screech “ow!”
behind her was saturo gojo and suguru geto, they were childhood friends with shoko so you all pretty much hung out everyday. “hey ladies” gojo smiled as he ruffled utahime’s hair and shook your shoulders, plopping down in the seat next to you.
suguru waved and sat down on the other side of shoko. saturo placed his arm behind your chair and leaned back, you couldn’t lie gojo was beyond attractive. he had all the physical and mental qualities a woman wanted in a man.
see sukuna was broad and tall, saturo was lean and tall. his limbs were very long, his white hair that stood out and don’t even get started on his bright blue eyes. he was funny and laid back, where sukuna was straight forward, didn’t really have time for jokes.
“so the frat is having our annual halloween party on friday, i need you ladies to look the sluttiest you’ve ever looked.” gojo stated his fingers grazing your shoulder.
“we actually have our costumes already.” utahime said as she placed a grape in her mouth, you and shoko nodded agreeing.
“what are you guys being?” suguru finally spoke
“can’t say. shit it’s already 11.” the three of you girls widened your eyes and quickly began collecting your things.
“wait, where are you guys going?” gojo looked up at you, his eyes filled with confusion
“to pick up our costumes.” you patted his shoulder, waved to geto and the three of you walked off towards utahime’s car.
It was now Friday night, you and your girls were walking into the frat house. you were walking past a group of guys and their stares burned through you. your hips swayed as you followed the girls towards the table full of drinks.
when you made it to the table you seen the frat boys, they were all dressed as firefighters, the had the suspenders, the thick pants, heavy boots, the helmets, but no shirt. their pants objectively hung low exposing their v-lines and happy trails.
your mouth fell as you saw how hot they all looked, even nanami was dressed slutty. you looked over at shoko and utahime and they looked just as shocked. the three of you walked over to the guys in an unspoken agreement.
all of their eyes widened when they seen your costumes.
shoko was raven. she wore a tight leather long sleeved bodysuit, black sheer tights underneath, the belt to match, and a purple cape with black heels.
utahime was starfire. she wore a purple and silver bodysuit with a emerald green gem in the middle of her chest, thigh high purple boots and purple gloves.
you were jinx. you wore a dark purple mini skirt, a matching purple long sleeve, a choker, with black and purple striped thigh high boots.
you walked up to saturo, who couldn’t keep his eyes off you. “hm, didn’t want to be my cyborg?” you playfully pouted as you looked up at the man who was leaning against the wall. gojo smirked down at you and took off his shades “should’ve been starfire, so i could be nightwing.”
you laughed as you recognized gojo being petty “I think sukuna would kill us. you know he always wanted us to be them.”
gojo hummed as he played with your pigtail “looks like we spoke him up.” gojo looked behind you, you turned your head and seen sukuna walk in. he wore the same costume as his frat brothers, but to be honest he looked the hottest. he got new tattoos on his chest after the break up, his dark happy trail made your mouth water. he seemed to be covered in a wet substance, his stomach was glistening.
but you were completely focused on the girl he had his arm wrapped around.
she wore a bunny costume, the words ‘sukuna’sbunny’ written on her bottom. your fist clenched as you felt yourself getting angry. fine if he wanted to play, so could you.
you looked back over at gojo and grabbed the front of his pants and pulled him closer to you “lets go dance, saturo.” you demanded, before gojo could say anything you were already pulling him to the dance floor. all eyes were on you and gojo, sukuna’s ex with his frat brother.
you put your back against gojo’s chest and begin moving your hips to the beat of the music. he held onto your waist as his face was in your neck, you brought your arm up and wrapped it around his neck bringing his face closer to yours.
meanwhile, sukuna was watching from across the room. he sipped his beer and furrowed his eyebrows his eyes focused on your hips. the girl that sukuna came with grabbed his arm trying to pull him, her high pitched voice whining “kunaaa i want to dance.” sukuna cringed as he watched the girl try to be cute and act as if they were in a relationship.
they weren’t even fucking, she just gives him head. sukuna snatched his arm and huffed a no, the girl watched as sukuna kept his gaze on something else, better yet someone else. she turned and seen you laughing with gojo, you both were now seated on the couch accompanied with your friends.
sukuna placed his empty beer bottle on the counter and grabbed the girl’s arm walking her towards the couch. he walked towards the empty spot next to toji, he plopped down and dragged the girl onto his lap.
everyone brushed him off and continued their conversation, sukuna watched as you sipped on a mikes, your pink lips wrapped around the glass bottle, the same way you would wrap them around the tip of his cock. he cleared his throat once he felt blood rushing to his cock, he tried to think of other things but you were right there, looking so beautiful.
you leaned to shoko and utahime “i’m going to the bathroom, i’ll be right back.” they both said okay and you stood up, pulling down your skirt and walking towards the crowd. you made sure to walk a little sexier, just to make sukuna look.
but not to your knowledge saturo was also looking
you walked in the bathroom and stared at yourself in the mirror, you smoked a little when you sat down after dancing. you smiled and did poses, feeling yourself. someone knocked on the door causing you to shout someone was in here. but the knocking didn’t stop, they started to jig the handle.
getting irritated and creeped out you swung open the door, only to find sukuna’s crimson eyes staring into yours, he began to walk in the bathroom, shutting the door behind him and locking it. “sukuna, let me out.”
“don’t call me that.”
“pfft, i’m not fucking playing let me out.” you walked to the door, but he blocked your path “what’s up with you and saturo?” you looked at him and laughed, a laugh of disbelief and audacity. “you don’t get to question me when you are parading around a whore.”
he chuckled and licked his lips “m’not parading her, just brought her here to suck my dick after the party.” you fake gagged and pushed at his stomach, he glanced at your small hand grazing his abs. “you are a sick person sukuna, i’d like you to know that whoever i talk to is none of your business.”
“well he’s my frat brother and you are my ex-girlfriend, so it kinda is my business.” you stared at him and shook your head “get help.” you shoved him, unlocked the door and left sukuna in the bathroom alone. sukuna walked back towards the couch and seen stacey staring at him with a pout.
eugh.
he motioned for stacey to stand up, he sat down and she sat back on him. toji looked at sukuna laughing before putting his focus on the blunt he was rolling, shaking his head.
you laughed loudly at a joke saturo made, your body leaning into his. your laughter died down when the girl on sukuna’s lap spoke “y/n, right?” she leaned up,her boobs pushing together, both of her hands using sukuna’s knees for balance.
you nodded as you leaned off gojo “uhm, yeah?” she looked over at shoko and back at you “I thought she fucked your boyfriend, why are you friends with her?”
everyone paused what they were doing, shoko who was mid hit of a blunt began to choke violently, geto began patting her back. you nervously laughed as you swirled your drink “well that never happened.” you looked up and seen sukuna staring right at you, with that stupid smirk.
“she tell you that, or you know for sure?” she titled her head, smiling smugly. you furrowed your brows and scoffed “who the fuck are you to question me?”
“stacey”
“well stacey, mind your own fucking business.” you felt your self slightly shake, anger taking over. nanami leaned forward both hands out to diffuse the situation “okayyy, ladiess lets change the subject immediately.”
“no, i was just asking a question, but she wanted to be rude. fucking bitch.” stacey whispered the last part
before anyone could say anything sukuna threw her off of his lap, everyone gasped as they watched her fall to the ground with a hard thud. bystanders at the party began to whisper to each other, you watched in shock as she began to rub her ass and tears slip from her eyes.
you lowkey felt bad.
before you could say anything sukuna grabbed your arm and pulled you off the couch walking you towards his bedroom. you smacked at his arm as you shouted at him to let go of you, but it was no use especially against this strong man.
he opened the door and slammed it shut, rattling the walls. he let go of your arm and ran his hands down his face, groaning loudly. “what the fuck sukuna, I don’t want to talk to you!” you stared at him, watching him pace and mumble to himself.
you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms “sukuna.” he ignored you once before, then he glanced over you “don’t call me that.” he pointed his finger at as if he was demanding you to not call him the name everyone else refers him as.
“sukuna, please just let me out. i jus-“
sukuna looked at you with a look you’ve never seen him with before, the look of sadness and regret. your eyes softened and your arms fell slowly, dropping to your sides. “ryo.”
sukuna took a deep breath, his ears turned red from embarrassment. was he really about to cry?
“y/n, i miss you” his voice was shaky and his fingers twitched
you opened your mouth to speak but he cut you off.
“I miss waking up to you, smelling you, sleeping with you, showering with you, cooking with you, laughing with you, i miss it when just hang out, i miss it when we kiss, when we hug, when we make love. I miss you so much and i never meant to hurt you, i was just upset you were leaving me.” sukuna walked up to you cupping your face in his huge palms.
tears fell down your faces, both of you looking at each other deeply in love. the look of missing each other. you both leaned in, your lips pressing against each other moving in sync. the clicks of your wet lips filled the silence room. sukuna pressed his tongue against your lips asking for permission to put it in your mouth.
his tongue was warm and wet, you rubbed your tongue against his. sukuna’s hands trailed down your face to your hips, lifting you in the air. your legs wrapped around his torso, your arms around his neck. sukuna broke the kiss, both of your lips swollen and covered in spit.
“spit in my mouth.” sukuna whispered, you unwrapped your right arm and used your hand to tilt his head back, pressing your thumb on his bottom lip. you watched in awe as sukuna slowly opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out. you gathered a lob of spit and slowly dripped it onto his tongue, the last string broke, sukuna’s adam’s apple bobbed as he gulped.
he made eye contact the whole time, he spun around placing you gently on the bed. he grabbed your boot and unzipped it, placing it onto the ground he grabbed your other foot and did the same thing. he took your socks off revealing your pedicured toes. he made his way to your shirt grabbing the hem and pulling it above your head, he grabbed the top of your skirt and shimmied it off you.
he rubbed your collar bone and removed the choker, making his way to your hair and removing the hair ties, letting your hair fall from the pigtails.
he smirked when he noticed you were wearing a red matching set. his favorite color. he reached behind your back and unclipped your bra, when it fell your nipples became hard from the cold air. sukuna pressed a hand on your stomach and laid you back. you breathing hitched when he licked a bold strip against your clothed pussy.
your heart was beating fast when he pressed a kiss below your belly button and led a path up before latching on to your left breast. you whined feeling his wet tongue suck on your titties. his left hand rested beside your head while the right made its way into your panties, his pointer and middle finger opened your lips and massaged your slick on to your clit.
you moaned loudly, your back arching off the bed. sukuna dragged the two digits down towards your neglected hole, you moaned again when you felt his two fingers slowly enter you and his thumb played with your clit. your toes curled, stomach tightening, face twisting in pure bliss.
sukuna curled his fingers against your gummy walls, your wet pussy making plopping sounds. “gosh, do you you hear her, baby?” sukuna unlatched from your tit with a loud wet pop, you moaned in response he chuckled and started sucking your other boob.
you felt your legs start to shake and your body started to get hot, your moans got louder and high-pitched. a loud cry erupted from your throat and you clenched around sukuna’s fingers before painting them a milky white. sukuna unlatched and looked down as he slowly pulled his fingers out, your pussy was pulsing and spitting out more cum into your underwear.
you panted and watched sukuna stand at his full height, putting his fingers in his mouth, sucking them. you tiredly got up and sat on your calves, face to face with his bare torso. you placed a hand on his lower stomach rubbing his dark hair, your unoccupied hand reached up and grabbed his wrist removing his hand and placing the fingers that were previously in his mouth into your mouth.
sukuna wrapped a hand around your hair and slowly pressed his fingers down your throat and removed them, he kept repeating this until your eyes were full of tears that slipped down your cheeks and drool was splatting onto your thighs.
“you wanna suck daddy, baby?” sukuna pouted mockingly, his dick jumping in his boxers watching you nod eagerly. he didn’t wear a helmet to the party, so he removed his boots first then his suspenders, he removed his socks and reached for his pants. he unbuttoned them, let them fall to his ankles before stepping out of them.
his dick was so hard as they pressed tightly through his boxers, he reached for his underwear and pulled them down leaving him completely naked. you watched his tip slap his belly button, his tip was flushed pink and oozed pre-cum. he was long and thick with a prominent vein that led to his slit.
you wrapped your hand around the base of his cock, stroking it. you leaned up and spit on to the head and massaged it in, your lips wrapped around the tip and you sucked on it, hallowing your cheeks as you moved further down, your head bobbing. your other hand moved from your lap and fondled his balls.
sukuna groaned as he felt his abs clench and toes curling, out of all the girls sukuna’s ever gotten head from you were his favorite. you knew off the top of your head what sukuna liked and what made him cum faster. he placed two hands on the back of your head and held his dick to the back of your throat, his warm cum sliding down your throat while you gagged.
he let go of your head and pulled you up, you let out a loud gasp and started breathing heavily. you looked up at sukuna with swollen lips, a wet face mix of tears and drool. he leaned down and gave you a long kiss, tasting a mixture of both of your juices.
you broke the kiss and moved towards the headboard of the bed, you pulled your underwear off and threw them on the floor leaving your legs open making room for sukuna. sukuna climbed on top of you, his arms resting beside your head. he grabbed his cock and slapped it against your clit, he placed the head at your entrance. his lips attacked yours as he slowly pushed through, you both moaned into each other’s mouth.
the stretch burned causing sukuna to pause with half his dick in you. he broke the kiss and looked in your eyes “are you okay?” you panted and wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers tangled in his salmon locks. “y-yes.” sukuna pecked you on the lips and watched himself fully bottom out.
you both moaned loudly and sukuna rocked back and forth, your legs wrapping around his torso pulling him closer, his chest pressed against your breast. he pressed your hips into the bed and started to move faster. your moans sped up and your tits bounced.
“r-ryomennn”
sukuna could just cum from you chanting his name, he pulled out and flipped you onto your stomach like a rag doll. “arch f’me” you listened and lifted your butt into the air, leaving a curved dip in your spine. sukuna traced the curve and lined himself up with your hole, slipping in slowly. you gasped and gripped the sheets, your neck craning to look back at sukuna.
his hair was stuck to his forehead, sweat glistening his body and his large hands holding your waist. he started to move in and out watching a white ring form around his dick immediately. his hand trailed down your spine and into your hair, gripping tightly he lifted your head back, pressed the heel of his palm in the middle of your back.
he pulled back where only the tip was inside, a loud scream came from your throat as he slammed into you and fucked you fast. your body bounced forward, your titties slapping. your mouth hung wide open but no sound came out “whose pussy is this?” you couldn’t answer, the pleasure was too much.
sukuna let go of your hair and wrapped his hand around the front of your throat, your back pressed to his chest. he stopped stroking and started playing with your clit “its rude to ignore someone, whose pussy is this?” he growled in your ear.
your legs shook as you moaned, “y-yours.” sukuna’s chest rumbled, he placed his lips to your ear pecking it “good girl.” he pushed your head down into the mattress, smushing your cheek. he started to move fast, his pelvis slapping against the globe of your ass.
you felt the same warm familiar feeling, you screeched and moaned loudly “m’cummingg”
“shitt- me too.”
sukuna’s hips faltered and he buried himself deep inside you, you both moaned loudly, his warm seed filling you up while you coated the base of his cock. he leaned forward his chest pressed against your back, both of your bodies twitching.
after he caught his breath he lifted his head and kissed your shoulder, he leaned up fully and slowly pulled out while hissing from the sensitivity. he climbed off the bed and watched you collapse on the sheets, he walked towards his bathroom and turned on the shower. he walked back towards the room and grabbed your shoulder, rolling you onto your back.
you opened your hazy eyes and seen sukuna lift you bridal style, he carried you to the bathroom and placed you into the shower. “i’m going to join you, just gotta change the sheets first.” you nodded and stood in the warm water, letting your body soak. sukuna finished changing the sheets and picked out one of his t-shirts you could wear, and himself some boxers.
he laid them on the bed and walked towards the shower, getting in. he hugged you from behind and kissed the side of your neck. you guys were so spent, you didn’t even have shower sex. when your shower was finished, sukuna turned the handle off and stepped out, grabbing a towel off the hook and wrapping it around his waist.
he grabbed the other towel and wrapped it around you, he held your hand, helping you out the shower. you thanked him and walked into the room and dried yourselves off. you slipped on sukuna’s shirt, that went all the way to your mid thigh and he slipped on his boxers.
you climb in bed while sukuna threw the towels into his laundry basket and turned off the light, then he slid into bed next to you. his arm wrapped around your shoulder pulling you against his chest. your hand rested on his bare pec, his thumb rubbing your shoulder.
he leaned down and kissed your forehead “I love you, y/n.”
you leaned up and kissed his jaw “I love you, ryomen.”
you both closed your eyes, falling asleep quickly.
Everyone thinks you’re dating Sukuna. He walks you to class, carries your bag, looks at anyone who stands too close like they’ve made a mistake. The strange part? You’re not dating. You just never said he couldn’t act like you were.
college au !!!
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Everyone on campus knows Sukuna. Not because he makes an effort to be known. He doesn’t. He just carries himself in a way that draws attention whether he wants it or not. He sits in the back of lecture halls, boots stretched forward, correcting professors with lazy precision. He misses half the attendance checks and still ranks at the top of every class. He doesn’t smile often. When he does, it feels intentional. So when you take the empty seat beside him on the first day of Advanced Political Theory, it isn’t bravery. It’s the only chair left. He glances at you, measured and observant. His eyes linger briefly on your neatly organized notes before returning to the front of the room. You assume it’s temporary. The next lecture, you pause at the aisle. He’s already there. Leaning back, one arm hooked over the chair. His gaze lifts when he notices you hovering. He taps the empty seat beside him once. You sit. He says nothing, but when graded papers are passed forward, he intercepts yours and places it neatly on your desk before you reach for it. Ninety-three. You glance sideways. His paper, face up, reads one hundred. He doesn’t comment and neither do you.
By the third week, it’s a routine. You sit beside Sukuna. He pretends not to notice. You make quiet remarks about the reading. He pretends not to listen. When someone attempts to take the seat before you arrive one afternoon, he doesn’t lift his head. “Taken.” The student laughs awkwardly. “There’s no one-“ Sukuna looks up. The seat remains empty. You try not to think about what that means.
The rumors began quietly. A glance here, a whisper there. Then your friend corners you outside the library.
“You know people think you’re dating, right?”
You blink. “We’re not.”
“He walks you to class”
“It’s on his way”
“He carries your bag”
“He grabs it”
She gives you a look that says that’s worse. You don’t have a response.
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That afternoon, you find him under the oak tree near the humanities building. It's where he usually sits between classes, earbuds in, expression distant. You lower yourself onto the grass beside him. "They think we're dating." He doesn't look at you. "And?" "And we're not." Now he turns. "Does that bother you?" You hesitate. "It's just inaccurate." Before he replies, someone approaches. A guy from your economics lecture. "Hey," he says, offering an uncertain smile. "I was wondering if you'd want to grab coffee sometime?" You glance up. "Oh-" Sukuna rises to his feet. He doesn't step forward aggressively. Doesn't glare. He simply stands beside you. The shift is subtle but noticeable. The guy falters. "Unless you're-" "She's busy," Sukuna says evenly. You look up at him. "I can answer." His gaze drops to you. "Are you interested?" It's calm, direct, and no pressure. You think about it, genuinely. "No." He nods once. "She's busy." The conversation ends there. When the guy leaves, you exhale. "You didn't have to do that." "You were uncomfortable." "I wasn't." "You were," he repeats, not unkindly. There's no teasing in his tone. That unsettles you more than if there had been. "You don't owe me," you say quietly. "I know." The answer is immediate. You search his face. "Then why act like that?" He steps closer, not invading your space, just close enough that his presence feels deliberate. "I don't act," he says. "I just don't like people bothering what's mine." Your heart stumbles. "I'm not yours." He holds your gaze. "Do you want me to stop?" The question catches you off guard. "Stop what?" "Sitting next to you, walking you home, saving you a seat." He isn't smirking now. He's serious. You picture an empty seat. Walking alone across campus at night. No quiet presence at your side. No hand at your back guiding you through crowded hallways. "No.." you admit. His jaw tightens slightly, as though he’s containing something. "Then let them talk."
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A week later, it happens again. You're leaving the library together when two freshmen whisper near the doors. "That's them." You turn instinctively, prepared to correct them, but Sukuna's fingers close lightly around your wrist. "Leave it," he says. "You don't care?" "I care about whether you do." The answer lands heavier than you expect. “If it’s not true, I should say something.” He steps in front of you this time, not blocking, just close enough that your attention can’t drift elsewhere. “If it’s not true,” he says quietly, “tell me to stop.” Your heart beats louder. “Stop what?” He holds your gaze. “Acting like you’re mine.” There’s no arrogance in it. No demand. Just a line drawn clearly between you. “You never asked if I wanted you to,” you say. “You never told me not to.” Silence stretches between you, not awkward, but charged. He lifts his hand, brushing his thumb lightly along your jaw. The touch is slow, deliberate, giving you space to move away. You don’t. “I don’t do things halfway,” he says. “If I walk you home, it’s because I want to. If I sit beside you, it’s because that’s where I choose to be. I haven’t corrected anyone because..” He pauses, just slightly. “I like it.” Your throat feels tight. “Like what?” “Being seen next to you. Knowing you’re not looking for someone else.” There’s vulnerability there. Quiet, but real. “And if I was?” you ask softly. “I’d step back.” No drama. No argument. Just certainty. You reach for him before you can reconsider, fingers curling into the front of his shirt. “I’m not.” That’s all you say. It’s enough. His hand settles at your waist, firm but careful. When he kisses you, it isn’t rushed. It isn’t claiming. It’s measured. Intentional. A question answered without words. You lean into it. When he pulls away, his forehead rests briefly against yours. “We’re still not officially dating,” you murmur. A faint, rare smile curves his mouth. “If that’s what you need to tell yourself.” His hand doesn’t leave your waist as you walk. And this time, when someone stares, you don’t correct them. You don’t need to.
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hi everyone! this is my first time writing fanfiction, so any feedback or constructive criticism would mean a lot. let me know what you think! 🫶💐
[ SERIES SYNOPSIS ] — it was obvious when this started, it was simply a mutual understanding between two horny college students — with very high libidos, and didn’t want any random stds — that this was purely a sexual relationship only. and yet, both of you are unintentionally toeing the line between that and something else. [ frat!kuna fwb series ]
[ TAGS ] — MDNI. 18+ nsfw. contains explicit sexual themes and content. piv. angst. friends with benefits. toxic frat culture. hazing. fraternity/sororities. hurt/comfort. hurt/no comfort. SLOW BURN. fluff. spit. ráw. rough. heavy spanking. degradation. dacryphilia. slight exhibitionisim. pda. soft sukuna. choso + yuuji r his younger brothers. every position. heavy creampies. violence. depression/anxiety. anger issues. squirting. cockwarming. alcohol. family death. family trauma. reader slightly oc. sukuna is a football (soccer) player too. HAPPY ENDING. tags will be updated as series continues.
✮ ch 1 || how it all started ✮ ch 2 || miss me already?
✮ ch 3 || call me ✮ ch 4 || two worlds
✮ ch 5 || conditions ✮ ch 6 || cracks
✮ ch 7 || tbd ✮ ch 8 || tbd
✮ ch 9 || tbd ✮ ch 10 || tbd
✮ ch 11 || tbd ✮ ch 12 || tbd
✮ pt 1 — sukuna is starting to toe the line
✮ pt 2 — you’re desperate to prove this is just sex
✮ pt 3 — cockwarming him for the first time
✮ pt 4 — sukuna’s brothers visit unexpectedly
✮ pt 5 — pregnancy scare with sukuna
✮ pt 6 — sukuna has a stash of naked polaroids of you
✮ pt 7 — halloween special: scare actor!sukuna
✮ pt 8 — sukuna’s noticeable bulge at the gym
✮ pt 9 — high stakes no nut november edition
✮ pt 10 — holiday special: grinch!kuna naughty or nice
✮ pt 11 — sukuna leaves his door open when you’re over
✮ pt 12 — tbd
✮ visuals ✮ bts lore ✮ playlist ♪ ✮ tiktok tag ✮
✮ pinterest board ✮ ask tag ✮ main masterlist ✮ ao3 ✮
[ INFO ] : the chapters are the actual series. it begins mid-spring semester JUNIOR year. the parts exist in the same story, but as stand alone canon oneshots and will not be mentioned in the chapters. they take place between sept-nov fall semester of their SENIOR year [parts and chps can be read separately]
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