situationship with Frat!Kuna ! But you want more.
warnings: face slapping, oral sex (f rec), degradation, p in v, teasing, situationship, college au, porn with plot (a bit), anything else im forgetting lol.
wc: 3.7k
“Woman. What’s this?”
– –
Would you consider cheating, flirting and texting? That’s the kind of shit Sukuna did. And you don’t know why it pisses you off, not like you're in an exclusive relationship or anything.
Friends with benefits, Fuck buddies, Situationship, Casual Partner. Whatever you want to call it.
Any one of those titles fits the situation you’re currently in. It’s been going on for a while and honestly, you only have yourself to blame for getting involved with The Ryomen Sukuna, one of the most known players on campus, from The Fratican, all the guys from there are bad news.
Though that didn’t stop you from allowing him to wrap you up in this mess.
Not like he means any of the shit he does. Always secretly buying you stuff, checking up on you if you don’t make it to a party, monitoring how close a guy gets, taking care of you when you get sick. All the shit a boyfriend should do.
But he’s not your boyfriend.
If he were, you wouldn’t have to hear dumb bitches spouting how good he fucks and how they can’t stop going back for more.
Fuck, you knew just how good he is, you’re getting a migraine just from the thought.
Slap!
“Focus princess.” His strong hand now wrapped nicely around your throat. Tears pricked your eyes, your puffy cheek slightly red from the impact.
Just like your puffy cunt from how rough Sukuna’s being with you. The current situation must be really getting on your nerves if you can’t even focus on the fact that he’s drilling your shit at the moment.
Slipping and out of your pussy, he leans in just inches away from you. Lips barely grazing, grinning once he basks in the way you’re struggling once more to stabilize your breath.
Pussy clamping down, “heh, want me all to yourself, don’t you?” He teases, bucking his hips to hit that sensitive spot. Your eyes hitting the back of your head, “K-Kuna–c-c-close” a shattered moan escapes your lips.
Ignoring your cries, he doesn’t let up. “Fuck baby, I’m almost there, just a bit more.” Cupping your face as he finds his way to his own release, mixing his cum with your own. Groaning your name as he usually does.
Both heavy breathing, just staring into each other’s eyes. Your heart, beating louder than you’d like it to. It were moments like these, when the high wore off and you were left with the silence of the moment.
He fixed the strands of your hair that were stuck to your face, damped with sweat. “Good girl.” Your insides all fuzzy from a simple praise.
Biting your bottom lip as he lies next to you, debating whether you should bring up the “exclusive” talk. All in a sudden the room felt small and it seemed like the silence was consuming you completely.
It’s been months since you’ve been just hooking up, there’s been no grand gesture to win you over. Always entangled in this sheet next to him, pulling you closer. Caressing your cheek ever so gently.
You melt so easily when he acts like he gives a fuck about you, the thought of him treating other girls this way shouldn’t make you feel anything.
“Hey, what’s on that pretty little mind of yours?” Breaking you out of your trance. His hand softer than before against your cheek, he has this half-smile on his face that makes it seem like things are good, safe.
His eyes scan your face with this gentle yet playful look. “C’mon, let’s wash up.” Practically pulling out of the bed.
– –
Seated in between his legs, the marble walls grasped your attention since that’s better than figuring out a way to bring up the conversation. The water warm, somehow Sukuna’s arms wrapped around you were warmer.
You were getting more bummed out as he continued to be so sweet, placing tender kisses all over your cheeks.
“Ready to tell me what’s on your mind, hmm?” Lifting your chin to face him. Your throat felt dry, no matter how much you might’ve practiced what to say, garnet eyes that were undoubtedly trying to read your mind.
If it wasn’t because your hands were submerged in water, you’d say your palms are sweaty.
You’re not much of a lover girl so there’s no explanation as to why you’re so pent up on making shit exclusive between you two.
“Wait, is that asshole from last night’s party still messing with you?” His tone a bit more serious now.
The hesitation was making him assume all kind of stuff, sure last night’s party was more of a bummer since Sukuna got into a fight with a guy that couldn’t take no for an answer.
Did he forget that that scene made him look as if he has something really serious going on with you?
His frat brothers rushed over to pull him off the guy, yelling ‘touch her again, and ‘yer dead.’ all eyes on you for the rest of the night.
“No, I just don’t understand why you did it.” You whisper, pulling you gaze away from him and sinking a bit lower into the water.
Resting his arms on the edge of the tub, he scoffs. “Why? Did I do something wrong?”
“We’re not exclusive.”
“What was that?”
“I said, we’re not exclusive.” Your words cause him to pause, taking a deep breath before you continue. “It looked like he messed with your girl or something, rumors have started.”
His brows meet in a confused expression. “Like I give a fuck.” Suddenly you felt a rush of confidence. “Then, you want to be exclusive?”
Dropping his expression faster than you expected, that explained everything. His words and actions weren’t lining up.
And then to finish off, a ding from his phone. The name clear on the screen, ‘Meghan with a big ass 🍑’.
Turning sharply towards him, “Sukuna.” Avoiding your gaze, it was just how you thought. He was fucking around with that bitch you can’t stand. “Are you serious?”
Here you were, again, feeling like these moments you spent with him meant nothing. To him, you were whining once more about something he doesn’t have any plans of stopping.
“We’re only fuck buddies, sweetheart.” For some reason that ‘sweetheart’ was anything but sweet.
Leaving you there dumbfounded and with regret, you were stupid for thinking anything would change if you got really mad.
The phone rings and he steps out of the tub, wrapping the towel around his waist. “I can’t anymore. I want out.” you say suddenly.
Pausing in his tracks, the only thing heard was the phone ringing.
Shaking his head and walking out of the bathroom.
That was it, normally this fight happened and you’d see him before long. Yet, this time he wasn’t coming around as much. He limited himself from coming over, texting, hovering, everything.
Did it hurt? Yeah. Did you expect it? Yeah.
Swallowing that hurt, yet pissed nonetheless.
– –
That’s where Toji comes into the equation, he’s Sukuna’s frat brother. You never saw him in any sort of way but somehow you end up giving him your number. At a frat party slightly tipsy, still hooked on the Sukuna situation. Whispering sweet nothings in your ear, he had a way with words and those muscles had your attention.
Maybe it was the booze and the party air or maybe the fact that it’s been quite some time since Sukuna ghosted you.
So you allowed yourself to be swayed, dangerously wishing to be squished by his biceps.
How you couldn’t stop day-dreaming, sooner or later you’d get into his pants.
And you planned it out perfectly, you’d invite him over to your shared apartment, wear something nice, even go out of your way to cook him something nice. (The dick better be worth the trouble)
Your roommate wouldn’t be here this weekend, it was just the right timing.
Sending him a steamy pic of what you’ve got on and how you can’t wait for him to take it off.
You’re definitely sure your ears perked up once you heard knocking at the door. You were sure you texted him that you left it unlocked. Wasn’t he sweet?
But just like a cat, that goes out whoring for a certain amount of time just to return home as if nothing happened.
“Sukuna, what are you doing here?” He waltzes in like he owns the place, leaving you standing at the door with your unanswered question. Hands in his pockets, taking in the scenery.
He was impressed, by the way you prepared this on such short notice after he texted you twenty minutes ago.
No matter if he flirts with other girls or leaves for a while, you’d inevitably cling to him like you owned him.
And he loved that shit.
But he’d be damned if he admits it.
“Clearly you were waiting for me, since you dressed up so nicely and even cooked when we both know you can’t for shit.” Turning to meet my gaze, a playful grin on his lips.
Tucking his lips behind his teeth, practically devouring you with his eyes. Those dormant feelings return in a strong wave, like if he never left in the first place.
You glare in response, allowing your eyes to wonder as well.
Dressed in an attire that made his image of hardcore fuck boy even more believable, casually snug around his body that varsity jacket he wore so well, a plain white tee underneath, a silver dog chain necklace you gave him some time ago since you knew he’d look fucking hot in it, grey sweat pants that clearly gave away what he came here to do and some sandals he must’ve lazily stepped in.
You close the door, now folding your arms over your chest as if you’re forbidding his eyes from stealing anymore glances.
Abruptly, he lets out a mischievous snicker, “C’mon baby I’m just kidding, no need to be so stuck up.” Walking over to you, wrapping his arms around you. You didn’t budge, simply allowing him to give you a one-sided hug.
His fingers quickly found the straps of your night dress, “you missed me? Is that why you’re so upset?” Twisting his eyebrows up to give you a sympathetic look that you knew was fake, when did he ever genuinely feel sympathy for someone?
Placing soft kissing alongside your shoulder, “don’t be like that.” He says making his way up to your neck. Running his lips against your flesh slowly.
Before you could finally answer him, you’re swiftly lifted from the ground. “Sukuna, put me down.” You ordered as you placed your hand against his chest, you couldn’t stand being this close to him. Not because your heart was beating out of your chest, never that.
Walking over and placing you gently on the kitchen counter, forcing his way in between your legs. Once again he was near your neck, leaving fiery kisses in his wake, whispering soft fake apologies.
Trying your best to ignore his advances, Toji would be here any second and you weren’t about to allow–
All thoughts coming to a full stop once you feel Sukuna’s hand creeping up your inner thigh, lifting the night dress to expose just how affected you were by his closeness.
“Forgive me princess.” He utters, trailing all the way up your jaw, finally making his way to your lips. When you don’t push away he deepens the kiss. Rubbing slow circles near your clothed cunt, only a few inches away.
The anticipation is killing you, his other hand raises to graze your nipple that was peeking through the night dress ever since he walked in.
Forcing your body to react way more than you’d like it to, squirming against his touch. He played with your nipple, pinching and twisting it playfully. Stealing away those small moans you were making.
As much as you’d like to deny how badly you wanted him, the heat building in between your legs was clouding your mind.
Sukuna breaks away from the kiss and instantly finds his mouth on your nipple, sucking through the fabric. Even though the contact wasn’t direct it was driving you crazy, making your pussy ache for more.
Kissing, sucking and licking away at your nipples, he’s never done this much foreplay before. He was treating your body with the utmost care, as if the time spent apart wasn’t torture enough, you don’t how much more waiting you can take.
“Sukuna, just put it in.” you whisper softly.
Pulling away to look up at you. Furrowed brows to fully display his confusion upon hearing your words. “I’ve never seen you in something like this before, I want to enjoy it completely.” okay, you weren’t sure if he was really that desperate for your forgiveness but damn your cheeks felt flushed.
You were too dazed by words you didn’t think he was capable of uttering that you didn’t notice he’d already lowered the straps from your dress. Placing your nipples under his full view.
He placed kisses all around your boobs, leaving a few marks in his pursuit. He was being desperate and as much as you wanted to figure out why, you were too busy trying not to moan so loud.
Not like he didn’t notice the way your breath hitched whenever he flicked your one nipple and sucked on the other.
Groaning against the softness of your flesh, could this get any hotter?
Sukuna lowered his hand, sliding your panties to the side. Paying your tits no more attention, pulling you closer by your legs, now on his knees in front of you. His face and your cunt only a few inches from truly meeting.
Shaking his jacket off those strong shoulders of his, revealing his nicely placed tattoos.
Wrapping his mouth around your nub instantly, “Sukuna…” a broken sigh, most likely ignored since he was so focused on eating you away.
Gripping your thighs while flicking his tongue against your clit, in a fast motion. Mixing his saliva with your juices. “‘Taste just like how I remember.” the vibrations of his words make your hips jerk slightly.
A reaction he enjoyed, grinning like some idiot before continuing to devour you. His eyebrows twist up, sure he’s eaten you out before but right now it feels like he’s doing so for his own pleasure. “oh fuck!” your head falls back, gripping the edge of the counter as some sort of console.
Licking short eager stripes against your pussy, occasionally sticking his tongue inside of you. Locking your legs on instinct, to which Sukuna tightened his grip on your thighs forcing them to stay open.
Kissing your lips and practically talking to her, “such a sweet girl, you sure missed me.” your pussy twitching from the excess of attention, moving his hand to run a thumb over your clit. Starting off in slow, torturous circles that had you begging for more.
“Mhm, right there. Don’t stop.”
Meeting his gaze for only a fraction before he dives down once more, his tongue found its way to steal the spotlight, at this point he was lapping like a fucking dog. You weren’t sure anymore who was desperate for who.
Groaning against your drenched cunt, yeah it was him.
He sounded desperate, never been this vocal before. “Pussy so good.” mumbling against your cunt, hips bucking up into his mouth, heat filling your stomach.
Juices dripping down his chin, your moans echoing throughout the house. “Su-kuna.” you manage, he pulls away, a line of slick goodness displaying the contact his lips just had with your pussy.
Sliding his fingers past your folds without much of a second thought, acting on pure instinct at this point. Resting his cheek against your thigh as he fingers you. Meeting your gaze as he licks his lips.
“Anything you want princess, I’d be a fool to give up this pussy.” He says with desperation, you shouldn’t believe him, honey-like words just cause he’s drunk on how good your pussy feels.
Stretching you out while you cry to him. Half-lidded eyes as he simply watches you, “feels good baby.” He coos, kisses your inner thigh.
Now, you’re whimpering pathetically as he picks up his pace, his thick fingers finding that spongy part that makes you go wild. Stealing a kiss every chance he got.
If he’ll act this way every time you two separate for a few weeks then being apart isn’t so bad. Smearing your slick all over before shoving his fingers inside again.
“That’s my pretty girl, can’t stay mad at me.” Biting his bottom lip, eyes focused on the absolute mess he’s made between your legs.
Going at a maddening pace, Your legs shaking, your orgasm sneaking up on you. “Kunaaa, comingggg.” Creaming all over his fingers. Rolling your hips, riding out your climax.
Spasming as your head falls back, you didn’t even realize you got a text and he was already reading away.
“Woman. What’s this?” His tone catches your attention quickly. Your chat with Toji on display, currently the part where you showed him what you’d be wearing for him tonight.
Your hesitation ticks him off, pulling his fingers out. Yanking you off the kitchen counter, your back pressed against his chest. His grip quite firm.
Bending you over, spreading your legs. “Creaming all over my fingers while he’s on the way?” He asked, palming your ass which causes you to flinch. Bringing his lips against your ear, grazing with his teeth.
“I’ll make you remember who this pussy belongs to.” He patted your ass before spreading your eager hole sliding his cock in, a weak gasp falling from your lips.
The stretch melting your mind, slipping in and out of your needy hole.
“And here I was being nice for once.” He says in between thrusts. Sukuna wasn’t being gentle anymore, he was pounding you hard. Pulling your hair, smacking your ass whenever he felt.
You stole a few glances at him, watching the way he was fighting back the fact that he was practically savoring being inside of you.
But he was “mad” at the fact that you had the audacity to give him a taste of his own medicine.
All ‘cause of some texts, a smirk appearing on your lips. A low snicker escapes you. He slows the pace. “What the fuck are you laughing at?” He snaps, raising your face close to his. Fist full of your hair.
Sukuna may sound like he’s pissed but the way his hips kept hitting against your ass in an eager yet steady pace you could tell he was enjoying this as much as you were.
Letting out a few groans in between strokes.
“We’re…only fuck buddies…sweetheart.” You breathe causing him to let out a scoff, not sure if he’s impressed by the way you used his words against him or he’s fuming that you think shits funny.
Quickly, his hand found its way around your throat, “you think this is a game?” furrowing your brows as you feign innocence.
Picking up the pace again, fucking you stupid.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
Balls hitting your cunt fiercely, like music to your ears. The undeniably pleasure flooding your stomach, “Mmmm, fuckkk.” Leaning your head against the counter.
If you were hell-bent on pretending you didn’t do all of this for his attention, he’d simply fuck the truth out of you.
Your whimpers turn into fullblown cries, tears staining the corner of your eyes slightly smudging your eyeliner. “Kunaaaa.” You weep. Pulled out of your haze when you feel him slow down the pace. Almost instantly pulled from your high.
Glancing over your shoulder, eyebrows twisted up moving your hips on your own.
“Such a desperate whore for cock.” He gave you a firm slap against your cheek before pulling you by your arm, guiding you over to the couch.
He sat there manspreading, head tilted to the side as he rested an arm against the back of the couch. “Go on, you wanted cock so bad. Work for it.”
And you did.
You wanted him so bad, straddling his lap. Sliding your dripping cunt down, his veiny member inside of your warm walls once more. Rolling your hips in whatever way would work you to your interrupted orgasm.
He observed your every move, not lifting a single finger to help you. Not like you cared at this point, you only wanted to cum. With or without his help.
Raising and lazily lowering your hips, struggling to find the right pace. Sure, it felt good but not like before.
Moaning softly, a shaky gasp escaping when his lips made contact with your nipples again. Your hips slowing, body going still when his hand shoots out to envelop your throat. Slobbering your tits before raising to look you in the eyes.
Shaking his head, a mocking smirk on his lips. “Pathetic, can’t even pleasure yourself.” Hooking his hands underneath your thighs, raising your hips and forcefully crashing you back down on his cock.
Moaning loudly, fwop! fwop! fwop! His eyes follow the way your head falls back, the way your eyes roll to the back of your head. How good you looked in this night dress.
The wet sounds of him sliding in and out of you at a spiteful pace, “so-fucking-good.” He punctuates between thrusts.
“No way he’s having this, you’re mine.”
“N-no I’m–mmm-n-not.”
“Yes the fuck you are.” Bending you over the couch, hitting you at a better angle. Both hands placed tightly against the form of your ass.
Plunging deeper, rubbing that perfect spot. your mewling incoherent sounds at this point, nearing yet another climax, pussy tightening up nicely. “Haa motherfuck.” Sukuna breathes out, his motions becoming sloppy.
“This pussy’s mine, brat.” He says as he paints your insides, mixing deliciously with your own cum. Filling you to the brim, stomach stuffed with his cum.
Leaning his chest against your back. Getting comfortable, “let’s do that exclusive shit.” He lets out with a breathy sigh. The words almost weren’t registering, “what?” you needed him to repeat himself.
Lazily opening one eye to look at you. “Wanna be my girlfriend or what?”
Holy Shit.
a/n: finished this faster than expected and with one hand!
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