Bored, So Why Not Show Off These Cuties

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i think i’m gonna throw up

“HAPPY ONE YEAR.”

tags: boyfriend!toji x fem!reader, fluff, angst, toji is NOT broke guys please </3, cheating (guys don’t ever cheat), established relationship, heart break, sad ending, oneshot

w.c: 2.3k

a/n: EEK first request 👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏽 based on this ask! I hope i did it right anon 🙏🏽

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you slowly wake up as your alarm clock blares, its annoying ring cutting through your dreams. with a huff, you slam the alarm off and reach out to toji’s side of the bed, only to find it cold and empty.

he must’ve left for work early, you think, shrugging off the thought. after freshening up in the bathroom, you catch a glimpse of your tired reflection, the lack of sleep evident on your face.

you slip on the silk robe toji had custom-made for you, adorned with your initials. as you open the door to head to the kitchen, you stop in your tracks, stunned by the sight before you. the living room is filled with balloons—large and small, floating gracefully around the room.

happy one year! read the silver holographic balloons.

a large bouquet of flowers sits on the coffee table, accompanied by a pastel pink gift bag. an envelope with toji’s handwriting and your name is perched on top.

overwhelmed by the surprise, tears well up in your eyes. you’re deeply touched by toji’s thoughtfulness, feeling loved and seen in a way you hadn’t expected. you had assumed he’d forgotten the anniversary.

as you approach the bouquet, the front door unlocks, and toji walks in with a box of your favorite pastries and two cups of coffee.

“oh no, i thought you were—”

before you can finish, you rush to him, tears streaming down your cheeks. you set the coffee and pastries on the nearest table and wrap your arms around him, struggling to fully embrace his muscular frame.

toji lifts you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as you gaze into his warm, brown eyes. your hands caress his face, your thumb gently tracing the scar on his lip—a favorite detail of yours. you lean in for a passionate kiss, one hand massaging the back of his head.

“i love you so much, ‘toj. thank you,” you say, tears still glistening in your eyes. toji looks at you with awe and tenderness.

“c’mon, baby, go look at ‘yer gift,” he says softly, setting you down and wiping your tears. he guides you to the couch and settles comfortably, pulling you onto his lap.

you gasp as you reach for the gift bag, your heart fluttering with excitement. toji’s hands gently rub your thighs as you pull out a bracelet adorned with charms from your favorite movies and tv shows. each gift you unwrap fills your heart with joy, and you can’t stop smiling and kissing him with every new surprise.

toji chuckles, his hand moving from your thighs to rest on your belly. he gazes into your eyes with warmth. “y’know, i can’t help but think about our future… maybe havin’ a little one runnin’ around someday,” he says softly.

your heart swells at his words. a future with him—a small family filled with love—is everything you’ve ever dreamed of. “i’d love that, ‘toj. i love it so much,” you say, placing your hands over his on your belly.

⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . *

the morning went differently than you’d expected. you can't stop smiling as you explain to your friends, nala and eliana, on facetime what happened. you’re getting ready for the dinner toji planned for the two of you.

“soooo what else did he get you?” eliana asks, eagerly.

you show them the jewelry, and they’re in awe.

“this is so cute! we have similar-,” nala exclaims, but you have to cut her off, saying you need to go because toji’s calling you.

you quickly grab a coat and slip on your heels, rushing out of your apartment. you hurry to the elevator and head to the front entrance, spotting toji texting on his phone while waiting in the car. as you open the door, he puts his phone down, giving you a loving look.

he pecks you on the lips, and you wish the kiss could linger. he reminds you that the reservation is soon.

as toji drives, he looks incredibly handsome. one hand grips the steering wheel while the other rests on your thigh, rubbing gently. you can’t help but smile.

“what’s got you all smiley, baby?” he asks, smirking as the car stops at a red light. the red light illuminates his face, making him look even more attractive.

“hmm, you just look so good,” you giggle. he leans in for a kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth. you both laugh as toji speeds off after the sound of angry honks from behind.

toji’s phone rings loudly with multiple texts. you try not to glance at his phone, but it’s clear someone’s upset based on the volume of messages.

“ah, the boys are just cheerin’ for us,” he says quickly, trying to distract you. “by the way, ya wouldn’ mind if i grab some drinks with them afterward?”

“i wouldn’t mind. i have to get up early for work tomorrow anyway. go have fun,” you encourage, though you’re a bit sad he won’t be there when you fall asleep. he kisses your hand and whispers, “i love you,” before you arrive at the restaurant.

toji helps you out of the car, taking your hand and opening the door. “ladies first,” he says with a smile, making you giggle. the restaurant is bustling, with chatter and soft music filling the air.

the host leads you to a ‘U’ booth where toji can’t take his eyes off you. he tells you to order whatever you like and not to worry about the cost, loving to see you happy.

dinner was amazing, with flavorful food and delicious desserts. afterward, you head home, feeling the food coma setting in.

as toji drops you off, you don’t realize you’re already home until he wakes you gently. he chuckles at your confusion and makes sure you’re fully awake before heading back to his car. you watch him speed off, wondering why he’s eager to see his friends.

you head to the elevator, annoyed by the music playing through the speaker. once you’re in your suite, you lock the door, toss your keys aside, and head to your room to remove your makeup and get ready for bed.

⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . *

you suddenly wake up in the middle of the night, glancing at the clock on your nightstand. it reads 3:27 a.m., and toji still isn’t home. worry gnaws at your stomach as you rub your eyes and reach for your phone. the brightness stings your eyes as you unlock it, about to call him, when you hear the front door unlock. quickly, you put your phone back and pretend to be asleep.

toji carefully opens the door to your shared room, plugs in his phone, and undresses, tossing his clothes into the laundry bin by the bathroom door. your side of the bed faces the bathroom, and you watch him hurriedly strip out of his clothes. he turns on the bathroom light and closes the door slowly, the light spilling onto the floor as you hear the shower start.

there’s no way. 

no. 

you don't want it to be true. could he possibly… you nearly gag at the thought of him cheating. you don’t want your suspicions to be true.

fuck it.

you carefully get up from bed and tiptoe to the laundry bin. there, you see the white collar shirt he wore on your date. your heart sinks when you see it smudged with lipstick. that was definitely not your shade. you bring the shirt to your nose and inhale a familiar female perfume. your hands shake as your worst fears start to come true.

but how can you be sure? there’s no physical proof of him with another woman. maybe wine spilled on his shirt at the bar. yes. you start to fill your brain with excuses, feeling slightly better at the thought of his clumsiness.

you rush back to bed and pull the covers over your body, facing toji’s side, trying to fall back asleep. the delusional thoughts comfort you, but just as you shut your eyes, his phone dings.

your eyes snap open, and you see his phone brightly illuminating the dark room. everything in you wants to check it. this could be the evidence you need to confirm whether he’s cheating or not.

you carefully move to his side of the bed and reach for his phone, your heart racing. you would die if he caught you.

you tap his phone, and the texts pop up.

oh.

you gulp hard, feeling a lump in your throat. your hands get sweaty, and you feel paralyzed.

nala ♡ - now

baby u get home yet? text me backkkk

nala ♡ - 1 minute ago 

i alr miss u so fuckin much :(((

nala ♡ - 3 minutes ago

look how wet she still isss

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tears blur your vision as you place his phone back. he finishes his shower, and you turn away, silently crying into your pillow. you feel utterly betrayed by the man you thought loved you and by your best friend.

memories flood back of past relationships that were always shitty. they never treated you right, only used you, never wanting to know the real you. and the only person who was there for you through all your breakups and heartaches was nala.

but toji. as cliché as it sounds, he was different than all your exes. he took the time to know you, made everything about you. and now, this.

the weight of betrayal crushes you, making it hard to breathe. you silently sob, feeling more alone than ever.

⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * 

your alarm blares loudly, but you just stare at the ceiling. you haven’t slept a single hour after what you witnessed. you hoped it was a nightmare, but sadly, it’s your reality. at 5 a.m., you informed your boss you wouldn’t be coming in because of an emergency.

you could fucking kill them both.

you glance at toji, deep in slumber, small snores escaping his mouth. cheating bastard, you think.

rising from bed, you grab his phone and send a text to nala.

come over in a few hours, i got the home to myself.

you place his phone down and turn to walk away, but her crazy ass responds within seconds.

nala ♡

of course ;)

while waiting for nala to arrive and toji to wake up, you prepare coffee and a nice hot breakfast. despite wanting to scream and cry, you want toji to think everything’s normal.

“smells good, baby,” his deep, raspy voice comes from behind you. perfect timing, you think. “you didn’t go to work today?” he asks as he walks closer. you turn around and fix him a plate. his face softens at your puffy eyes.

“sweetheart, what’s wrong?” he asks, cupping your face. you feel like crying into his arms, knowing he could make you feel better, but anger rushes in, knowing his betrayal. “allergies,” you coldly say, handing him the plate. he moves to the living room couch, already knowing you’re lying.

a loud knock echoes through the room. you smile internally, knowing nala is behind the door and toji has no idea. you walk to the door, preparing yourself not to cry in front of them.

“nala! what are you doing here?” you say, emphasizing her name. her smile drops to horror in a second. toji chokes on his food, trying to focus on the tv but failing. he turns and sees nala. their eyes widen as you stand there innocently.

“come in, i just made some breakfast,” you say, moving to welcome her inside. she stiffly walks in, eyes glued to toji. “i-i should really go, i-uhm,” she stutters, but you shut the door behind her.

nala awkwardly walks to the kitchen, on edge. you hand her a plate and tell her to join toji in the living room. she sits on the couch opposite him as you stand, watching their body language.

“how long,” you shakily say. your mini facade of being tough and clueless vanishes. nala fidgets badly, and toji stops chewing.

“w-what?” nala says, tears forming in her eyes.

“how long have you t-two been going behind my back?” you feel a harsh lump in your throat, telling yourself not to cry.

nala bursts into tears, continuously apologizing. she covers her face as toji sits stunned.

“how long, nala,” you shout, tears threatening to spill. you walk closer to her. she sobs uncontrollably as toji begins to ache for her.

“how long!”

“calm down,” toji says, moving to comfort her. your eyes twitch.

there’s no fucking way.

“are you serious? you fuck her once and now you forget who your girlfriend is?” you shakily say as nala cries more. “did all that planning for yesterday mean nothing to you?” tears fall down your cheeks. nala mumbles something you can’t catch.

“i-i planned it a-all for you,” she says. “‘m so sorry,” she pleads. everything was a lie. toji never loved you; he always loved nala. he didn’t even know it was your one-year anniversary until nala brought it up and begged her to plan everything.

“how long?” you plead, looking into toji’s eyes. he looks down, cradling nala.

“seven months,” he says. you and nala sob even more.

you feel weak as you nod at him, grabbing your phone and car keys. nala’s cries echo through your ears. you grab a jacket and slam the front door, crying your way to the elevator. your breathing quickens as you realize your entire relationship and friendship were lies. everyone probably knows, and you’re the last to find out.

what hurts even more is toji not comforting you. you’re supposed to be comforted, not her.

AHHHHUHHHHHHHHHH

DON’T HAVE TO GUESS

{yuta okkotsu x f!reader}

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—

was something he wouldn’t trade for the world.

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LMFAOO KUNA TUNA

Sukuna wants to kill himself every time you make fish for dinner. Why? It all started from the moment you moved in with Sukuna.

You two decided unanimously that you would be the cook in the apartment. I mean, the only food Sukuna would be cooking up would be Kraft macaroni and cheese.

One night, after wandering into the kitchen and spotting the dishes on the counter, Sukuna asked, "We're eating fish?"

You hummed, "It's good for the brain; you of all people need it the most."

". . .Dude."

Anyways, Little Yuuji was always a pretty picky eater, and the first time he tried tuna was when you, his older brother's girlfriend, served it to him for dinner.

From that night on, Yuuji starts calling his brother "Kuna Tuna", and I'll have you know, Yuuji does not stop for at least a week.

It drives Sukuna to the brink of insanity, and every time he smells you cooking fish in the kitchen, or even if you ordered seafood, his eye starts twitching and his hands start shaking and there's suddenly a lump in his throat.

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✬(ft. bakugo, todoroki, kirishima, midoriya, tamaki, shinsou, denki)

☆彡(rated: (f) fluff, (a) angst, (h) humor)

✪ミ(types: (*)series, (blank) oneshot/drabble)

- bakugo katsuki

I've changed, won't you see?

summary: katsuki ruined your life when you were small, giving you a life altering injury, though getting nothing more than a pat on the back. throughout his successes he can't get you out of his mind, so he sets out to make amends with you.

*truth bomb! (f,h)

in which a lovesick girl is hit by a truth telling quirk that lasts 7 days.

*serenity (f)

in which a longtime fanboy meets his anime crush in his world.

entranced (f)

through all stages of his life, katsuki was entranced with you.

save me

katsuki has always saved you, his princess.

saved.

awakened

you've been asleep all this time, who knew a barbarian would be the one to awaken you?

death is inevitable, but why you?

summary: each boy has to live through their horrors, the horror of losing you.

fairy tale.

summary: katsuki's life had been flipped onto its head, who knew some pixie dust was all he needed?

iced out.

"he'll need an ice pack when i'm done with him."

fantasy au's:

dragonking!bkg 2

dragonking!bkg x tinkerbell!reader

barbarian!bakugo 2 3 4

prohero! au:

prohero!bkg 2 3

interview but he's down bad 2

preschool!teacher reader

kidnapped!reader

domestic au:

4:25 a.m

family errand running

interview with his daughter

6:21 a.m

mini you.

girldad!katsuki

nanny!reader

random drabbles:

mini me

katsuki thinks it's cute how you adopt his habits, calling you his mini-me.

he's a scaredy-cat.

is he proposing or...?

childhoodfriends

shy!reader

back kissing him</3

nerd!bakugo

physical touch

muscle-kisses

boyfriend!bakugo

only shy to him

racer!katsuki

comfort

-todoroki shoto

*marry me! (f)

in which a royal prince and a witch get married to dethrone the king.

death is inevitable, but why you?

summary: each boy has to live through their horrors, the horror of losing you.

random drabbles:

is he proposing or...?

-tamaki amajiki

random drabbles:

shy!reader 2

sfw alphabet

timeskip!tamaki

period comfort

-kirishima eijiro

lucky me.

you always seemed to attract bad luck, yet you think your life might be turning around as you reconnect with light itself.

random drabbles:

is he proposing or...?

-midoriya izuku

death is inevitable, but why you?

summary: each boy has to live through their horrors, the horror of losing you.

random drabbles:

is he proposing or..?

-denki kaminari

random drabbles:

is he proposing or...?

-neito monoma

random drabbles:

shy!reader

-hitoshi shinsou

i'll love you, even from afar.

random drabbles:

period comfort

-touya todoroki (dabi)

better 4 u

summary: touya didn't deserve you, he knew there was someone out there better for you.

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sukuna x reader from toxic / dysfunctional households.

Your understanding of love has been distorted for most of your life. Coming from a toxic home where neither of your parents ever truly understood or seemed to like you, you've learned to navigate a world devoid of warmth and genuine care.

Your father was emotionally absent, barely acknowledging your existence unless others were around. In public, he transformed into an angel, always attentive, never sitting down, and making sure to clean up after everyone—playing the perfect husband and father for all to see. But at home, he was indifferent, a man who could be good to anyone except his own family.

Your mother, the one person you thought you could rely on, betrayed your trust time and time again. Although you went through thick and thin together, she acted as if you were invisible, as if you hadn’t struggled alongside her.

By the time you were eleven, you stopped telling her anything because every conversation turned into screaming. She wanted to keep you as her baby forever, resisting any attempt you made to grow, form your own thoughts, or become your own person. To her, you were not an individual; you were simply an extension of herself. Her anger toward your father, her resentment and bitterness, were often directed at you and your sister.

Their relationship was not a marriage, but rather a charade kept alive out of pettiness. She refused to let him go, driven by a need to prove to his family that she could keep him. They never talked, never hugged; their interactions were either filled with arguments or silence.

As the older sister, you did everything you could to keep the family together, even going so far as to gaslight yourself into believing that you weren’t a victim, that you were just a spoiled brat. You convinced yourself that this was normal, that every parent was like this, that marriage was a lie and love was never real.

You worked tirelessly, never allowing yourself the luxury of a romantic relationship. Your focus was solely on providing a better life for your little sister, ensuring that she would never have to beg for the basic things you both deserved but were often denied. Men were of no interest to you; the very thought of relationships or marriage made you gag. To you, they were disgusting, and the idea of tying yourself to someone in such a way was repulsive.

And then he came along—Sukuna.

He was a regular customer at the butcher shop where you worked. Your coworkers had already filled you in on the details: Sukuna came in four or five times a week, always purchasing red meat or something similar. He was filthy rich, they said, so keep your mouth shut, sell him what he wants, and don’t talk too much. Fine by you. It was just another day at work.

The first few interactions with him were a blur, but you assumed they went smoothly enough. You’d ring up his order, sometimes adding a little extra, grateful for the generous tips he always left. Sukuna was gigantic, towering over you, and you guessed he came by after the gym—always sweaty, muscles tense, and seemingly riled up.

By the third week of this routine, Sukuna began to talk a bit more, making small comments here and there. But you quickly shut him down each time. You weren’t there to flirt or entertain a man’s bad jokes.

Despite his intimidating presence—being twice your size, covered in tattoos, and his daily obsession with meat—Sukuna never tried anything creepy or inappropriate. He was definitely intimidating and more than a little strange, but nothing about him crossed a line.

Home life was still hard, but for the sake of your sister, you managed to get by. Then, one day, you finally saved up enough money to move out. If you could describe that day in one word, it would be pure joy—nothing but happiness. Of course, you still had roommates, but that was fine by you.

Your new living situation was more than you could have hoped for. Your roommate, Yuji, was incredibly kind, and the other two housemates, his friends Megumi Fushiguro and Nobara Kugisaki, were equally welcoming. The three of them were like siblings, close-knit and comfortable with each other. It wasn’t any of your business, but it was nice to see.

The house itself was amazing, and your room was a dream come true—spacious, with a large window, its own bathroom, and a closet. For the first time in your life, you had your own space, your own room, and your own bathroom. You couldn’t have been happier.

You signed the lease right then and there. This was going to be your new home. The process of moving out was rough, though. Your mother didn’t take it well—she couldn’t handle the fact that you had your own mind, let alone the idea of you leaving her behind. It was too much for her.

With the help of your sister, you managed to move out in just two days. You had already explained to your sister that you wouldn’t leave her there for too long, but for now, she was just happy that you had finally escaped that place. And so were you.

2 months later

The Sukuna you’d been selling meat to almost every day for the past three months was standing right at your apartment door. The same Sukuna who had been trying to spark even the smallest conversation with you was now here, in front of you.

You had been abruptly woken from your nap by the loudest knock you’d ever heard, and you got up, ready to complain—only to be silenced the moment you opened the door and saw him standing there.

"You need something, sir?" Your voice was raspy, and he could hear the attitude in it.

"What…Yuji? Is he here?" Sukuna asked.

"No, he's not. All three of them left last night," you replied, stifling a yawn.

He stayed quiet for a moment, just staring at you. "I'm so confused. What are you doing here?"

"I live here. I’m the fourth roommate," you answered, meeting his gaze.

“Okay, give this to Yuji,” he said, handing you a box. “He’ll know it’s from me.” You’d never seen this man so unsure and uncomfortable. Sukuna, usually so stoic and serious, seemed strangely out of place. He clearly hadn’t expected to find you in his little brother’s house.

Taking the box, you nodded. “Cool, I’ll give it to him.” You both stood there awkwardly, waiting to see if he had anything else to say. It was only then that you realized you were standing in front of him in just a tank top and underwear. Embarrassment flashed across your face, and without a second thought, you shut the door a bit louder than intended. But honestly, you couldn’t care less.

And then, things took a turn. Sukuna started showing up more often—both at work and at your apartment. It was as if you couldn’t escape him. Every time you turned around, there he was, whether it was at the butcher shop or suddenly appearing at home.

You realized a little too late that Sukuna was Yuji's older brother, and that he was the one paying for most of the expenses around the apartment. That likely explained why the rent was so low despite the place being so nice. Sukuna seemed to have a love-hate relationship with all three of them—Yuji, Megumi, and Nobara. They treated him like their big brother, even if he screamed, acted out, or was generally difficult to be around. It was his way of showing he cared, and despite his rough edges, they all seemed to understand that.

Even after living there for some time, you still felt like the odd one out. You were quiet and kept to yourself, even though they were all friendly and welcoming. You didn’t really need friends; to you, they were just a waste of time. In your experience, people just ended up letting you down, and you didn’t have the energy for that. So, you stuck to your routine—saying hi and being polite, but not getting too involved.

Yuji, however, had other plans. He was overly friendly, incredibly nice, and just a sweetheart. He made it his mission to include you in everything, whether it was inviting you to movie nights or dragging you into their impromptu hangouts. Nobara was a bit hesitant at first, but as time went on, she warmed up to you. She ended up being your first real girlfriend, and it felt surprisingly good to have someone to share things with, even if you still preferred to keep a bit of distance.

Out of all your roommates, you got along with Megumi the best. It was like you both understood the value of silence, sharing a quiet bond that didn’t require constant chatter to be meaningful. When you did have conversations, they were usually about books or something thought-provoking—discussions that felt like a breath of fresh air in a world filled with noise.

This low-maintenance friendship was exactly what you needed. There were no expectations, no demands for your time or energy. Just the occasional exchange of words, a shared nod of understanding, or even just the simple act of reading in the same room without speaking. It was a comforting rhythm, one that allowed you to feel connected without the pressure of being someone you weren’t.

Despite your initial reluctance, the apartment slowly started to feel like a place where you could breathe. Even with Sukuna’s frequent appearances—at work, at home, always looming in the background—you found yourself beginning to settle in.

"You know, Sukuna is single. Like, he's been single for a looooong time," Yuji suddenly blurted out, his voice way too cheerful for 7 in the morning. You couldn't fathom how he had the energy to even open his mouth, let alone start chatting, but you were about two seconds away from hitting him with the frying pan in your hand. It was your and Megumi's turn to cook breakfast, and you were already half awake, functioning on autopilot.

"What are you saying, you dumbass?" Nobara chimed in, barely glancing up from her phone as she snapped a photo of her morning smoothie. Her voice was laced with the usual sarcasm, though she didn’t seem entirely uninterested in where this conversation was heading.

You rolled your eyes, trying to focus on flipping the pancakes instead of whatever nonsense Yuji was spouting. The last thing you needed was to think about Sukuna before you even had your coffee.

"I'm just saying," Yuji continued, clearly undeterred by the lack of enthusiasm from the rest of you, "that Sukuna's been single for a while now. Like, maybe he’s waiting for the right person, you know?"

Megumi shot him a look from across the kitchen, one that was a mix of confusion and mild irritation. "Why are we talking about this? It's too early for your nonsense, Yuji."

Yuji just grinned, seemingly pleased with himself for bringing it up. "I'm just saying, you never know! Maybe someone around here could catch his eye." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, and you could feel the heat rising in your cheeks.

"Yuji, if you don't shut up right now, I swear—" you started, but Nobara cut in with a sigh.

"He's not wrong, though," she said, finally looking up from her phone. "Sukuna's never been seen with anyone, and it's kind of weird. But who cares? It's his business."

You groaned internally. The last thing you wanted to discuss was Sukuna's love life—or the lack thereof. Especially not this early in the morning.

"Can we please just focus on breakfast?" you grumbled, hoping to steer the conversation back to something less… personal. The idea of Sukuna being single, especially when he was always so imposing and intimidating, made you feel weirdly uneasy. Not that you cared, of course. It was just… strange.

"Fine, fine," Yuji conceded, though he didn't seem entirely convinced. "But just saying, you'd be a good match for him, you know?"

You shot him a glare that could have set the kitchen on fire, and thankfully, Megumi stepped in to defuse the situation.

"Yuji, drop it. Let's just eat," he said calmly, setting the table as you finished up the pancakes. The conversation, thankfully, died down after that, leaving you to wonder why Yuji would even bring it up in the first place.

It didn’t take long to figure out why Yuji was hinting about Sukuna being single. After the morning routine, all four of you were in the living room, half-heartedly watching a trashy morning show that Yuji had somehow convinced everyone to endure. Megumi was flipping through a book, Nobara was scrolling on her phone, and you were half-asleep on the couch, barely paying attention to the show.

A loud knock on the door broke the lazy morning atmosphere. With a groan, you pushed yourself up and went to answer it, not really expecting anything out of the ordinary.

But when you opened the door, you were met with the sight of the biggest bouquet of flowers you’d ever seen. It was massive, a colorful explosion of roses, lilies, and other flowers you couldn’t even name. The arrangement was so large and heavy that you had to brace yourself to lift it, using your full strength to carry it inside.

As you struggled with the bouquet, the first thought that crossed your mind was that it had to be for Nobara. She had plenty of admirers, and this wouldn’t be the first time someone had sent her an over-the-top gesture. You managed to lug the flowers into the living room, where everyone’s eyes turned toward you.

"Uh, Nobara, I think these are for you," you said, slightly out of breath as you set the bouquet down on the coffee table.

Nobara looked up from her phone, her brows furrowing in confusion. "For me? I didn’t order anything like that."

Curious, she leaned over to inspect the bouquet, but it was Yuji who noticed the small card tucked among the flowers. He grabbed it and read it out loud with a grin.

"To my favorite butcher. Hope these brighten your day. – Sukuna."

You froze, your mind going blank for a moment. Did he just say Sukuna?

Nobara’s eyes widened in surprise, and Megumi raised an eyebrow. Yuji, on the other hand, looked far too pleased with himself, his earlier comments suddenly making a lot more sense.

"You’ve got to be kidding me," you muttered, a mix of disbelief and something else bubbling up inside you—was it embarrassment? Annoyance? You weren’t sure.

Nobara smirked, leaning back on the couch. "Well, well, seems like someone’s caught the eye of Mr. Tall, Dark, and Scary."

"Shut up," you snapped, though your voice lacked the usual bite. You couldn’t believe this was happening. Sukuna, the intimidating, aloof man who barely spoke more than a few words to you, had sent you flowers. And not just any flowers—this was a bouquet that probably cost more than your monthly rent.

Yuji looked like he was about to burst with excitement. "See? I told you! He likes you!"

You didn’t know how to respond. All you could do was stare at the bouquet, trying to process the fact that Sukuna, of all people, had sent it to you. This was the same man who barely managed to have a conversation without scaring the living daylights out of everyone around him, and now he was sending you flowers?

Megumi finally broke the silence with a simple question. "So…what are you going to do?"

You blinked, realizing everyone was waiting for your reaction. "I… I don’t know," you admitted, feeling more overwhelmed by the minute. This was completely out of your comfort zone. You weren’t used to this kind of attention, especially not from someone like Sukuna.

Yuji clapped his hands together, looking far too eager. "You should thank him! Maybe invite him over for dinner or something."

Nobara rolled her eyes. "Or, you know, just keep it cool and see where it goes. No need to rush into anything."

You could barely keep up with their suggestions. All you knew was that your life had just gotten a lot more complicated, thanks to one ridiculously large bouquet of flowers.

From that day on, the flowers kept coming. Every single morning, without fail, there would be a massive bouquet waiting for you at the door. It got to the point where the entire apartment—and especially your room—was overflowing with flowers. The smell of roses, lilies, and other assorted blooms became a constant presence in your life, whether you liked it or not.

At first, your roommates found it amusing. Yuji would make jokes about how you’d have to start selling flowers on the side, and Nobara would tease you about your "secret admirer." Even Megumi, usually quiet and reserved, couldn’t resist the occasional smirk when you came home with yet another bouquet.

But you weren’t amused. This wasn’t just some cute gesture—it was becoming overwhelming. You tried to get Sukuna to stop when you saw him at the butcher shop, but every time you brought it up, he would just give you that knowing smirk, as if he was enjoying this little game of his. And with customers around, you couldn’t exactly make a scene. You were stuck, and it was infuriating.

You didn’t have time for this. You didn’t want to be in a relationship, not now, not ever. You had too many responsibilities, too many things that needed your attention. Your sister was still living at home, and you were determined to get her out of there as soon as you could. The last thing you needed was a man to complicate things.

You’d seen it happen too many times before—how a man would swoop in, charm his way into a woman’s life, and then slowly, insidiously, start to show his true colors. You had no interest in being wooed into a relationship only to end up trapped or worse. No, you had to stay focused. No relationships, no love, nothing that could derail your plans.

And yet, here you were, surrounded by flowers from a man who clearly didn’t take "no" for an answer. It wasn’t just frustrating—it was infuriating. You didn’t know what Sukuna wanted from you, but you knew one thing for sure: you weren’t going to let him get it.

As you stood in the kitchen one morning, staring at the latest bouquet that had taken over the counter, you felt a wave of determination wash over you. You were going to put an end to this, one way or another. No more flowers, no more games. You were done being played with.

"Yuji, can you call Sukuna and tell him to come over? I need to talk with him," you said, your tone firm and leaving no room for argument.

Yuji, being his usual playful self, couldn't resist making a big deal out of it. "Ooooh, are you finally going to confess your undying love?" he teased, drawing out the words with a grin.

You weren’t in the mood for his antics. Your expression was serious, and he quickly caught on. The smile faded from his face as he raised his hands in surrender. "Okay, okay, I’ll tell him. But don’t be too harsh on him, alright? He’s just…you know, trying to be nice in his own weird way."

You crossed your arms, exhaling sharply. "I don't care, Yuji. Nobody asked him to do this. He needs to learn how to take 'no' for an answer."

Yuji nodded, understanding that you were fed up. He grabbed his phone and stepped out of the room to make the call.

A few minutes later, Yuji returned, looking a bit sheepish. "He’s on his way. Should be here in about twenty minutes."

"Good," you replied, though your heart was pounding in your chest. You had no idea how Sukuna would react, but you were determined to stand your ground. This wasn't just about the flowers anymore—it was about setting boundaries and making it clear that you weren’t someone to be trifled with.

"I heard you wanted to talk. What do you need, sweetheart?" Sukuna's voice was smooth, a touch of amusement playing at the corners of his lips as he leaned against the doorframe of your room. He seemed completely at ease, despite the tension you were feeling.

You sat there, taking a moment to gather your thoughts. You had rehearsed this conversation in your mind over and over, reminding yourself that this was for the best. He deserved someone who had it together, someone beautiful, from a nice family, who wasn’t carrying around all the trauma you had. Someone who could love him well. You didn’t trust yourself to fall in love. You knew better than anyone that this couldn’t be real. Just because he sent you a few flowers didn’t mean he actually liked you. This was just a game to him—it had to be.

"Can you stop sending flowers?" you finally said, your voice steady though your heart was racing. "We don’t have space to put them anymore." You gestured around your room, which was practically overflowing with bouquets. They were on your desk, the floor, even in your closet and bathroom.

Sukuna didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he scanned the room, taking in the sheer volume of flowers he’d sent. Then his gaze returned to you, softer now, almost…curious. "You don’t like them? I wasn’t sure what your favorite flowers were."

He looked particularly handsome today, wearing an all-black suit without the jacket, his sleeves rolled up to reveal the tattoos that ran down his arms and neck. The sight of him like this only made the situation more difficult. There was no way a man like him could actually love you. This had to be some kind of dare or joke between him and his friends.

"It’s not that I don’t like them," you said, trying to keep your voice level. "It’s just… it’s too much. I’m not interested in playing games, Sukuna. I’m not… I’m not the kind of girl you think I am."

He didn’t move from his spot but his expression shifted slightly, a frown tugging at his lips. "Games? You think this is a game?"

You hesitated, feeling the weight of his words. "Isn’t it? You don’t know anything about me. And I don’t know anything about you. You can’t just—" You gestured to the flowers again, frustrated. "This isn’t real."

He straightened up, his amusement gone, replaced by something far more serious. "You think I’m doing this for fun? That I’m playing with you?"

You couldn’t meet his gaze, the intensity of it was too much. "Why would someone like you… want someone like me?" The question slipped out before you could stop it, the vulnerability in your voice betraying you.

Sukuna moved closer, closing the distance between you. "Maybe because I see something in you that you don’t see in yourself." His voice was lower now, more sincere. "I’m not here because of some dare or because I’m bored. I’m here because I’m interested in you, Y/N. And if that means I have to keep sending flowers until you believe it, then so be it."

You felt a lump in your throat, unsure of how to respond. This was not how you expected the conversation to go. But there was still that nagging doubt, that voice in your head telling you not to fall for it, not to let yourself get hurt.

"Sukuna…" you started, but he cut you off.

"I’m not asking for anything right now," he said, his voice softening further. "Just… think about it, alright? And if you really want me to stop sending flowers, I will. But I’m not going anywhere. Not until you see that I’m serious."

He just stared at you for a moment, his intense gaze holding yours. "Look, we don’t have to be in a relationship or anything like that," he began, his voice steady and genuine. "But I want to help you. I can see it, Y/N—you’re carrying a lot on your own. You don’t have to go through this alone."

You blinked, unsure how to respond. Sukuna’s words were unexpected, and the sincerity behind them caught you off guard. He wasn’t pushing for anything, not demanding or pressuring you into something you weren’t ready for. Instead, he was offering support, something you hadn’t had in a long time.

"I can help you with anything," he continued, his tone softer now. "Just ask me. You don’t have to repay me; you’re not in debt to me. I’ll help you just because I want to."

The weight of his offer settled over you, and for a moment, you didn’t know what to say. Sukuna, this man who seemed so intimidating and larger-than-life, was standing in front of you, offering his help with no strings attached. It was hard to believe, hard to accept that someone like him would genuinely want to help someone like you without expecting anything in return.

But the way he looked at you, with a mix of determination and concern, made it clear that he meant every word. There was no hidden agenda, no ulterior motive—just a desire to be there for you in whatever way you needed.

"Why?" you finally asked, your voice barely above a whisper. "Why would you want to help me?"

He shrugged slightly, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Maybe because I’ve been where you are, or maybe because I just don’t like seeing someone struggle when I can do something about it. Whatever the reason, it doesn’t matter. What matters is that you don’t have to do this alone."

You felt your defenses wavering, the walls you had built around yourself slowly crumbling. It had been so long since someone had offered to help without expecting anything in return, and the idea of accepting that help was both terrifying and comforting.

"Sukuna, I…" you started, but the words got caught in your throat. You didn’t know how to explain the fear, the doubt, the overwhelming need to keep your guard up.

But he seemed to understand without you having to say it. "You don’t have to decide right now," he said gently. "Just know that the offer is there. And if you ever need anything, all you have to do is ask."

With that, he gave you one last reassuring look before turning to leave, giving you the space you needed to process everything. As the door closed behind him, you were left standing there, feeling a mix of emotions—confusion, relief, and maybe, just maybe, a little bit of hope.

this is more for me than anyone. ik its long but enjoy. part two will be out soon!

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