who would spend that much on coffee jelly?

frat!sukuna, who’s used to chaos—loud parties, copious amounts of alcohol, and music so loud, it almost makes you goes deaf, has no idea what to do when he finds himself slowly falling for the pretty, nerdy girl at the front of his class, always put together and perfect, you’re so out of his league it’s scary.

frat!sukuna, who tries to talk to you on his way out of class, stumbling over his words for the first time while you stare at him, cocking your head in confusion while the brick wall of a man stutters and rubs the back of his neck like you’re the one making him nervous.

frat!sukuna, who’s tries to make himself less intimidating while he’s around you, leaning over to hear you talk or trying to smile (which is off putting, albeit a little adorable in its own right)—he really doesn’t know what to do, because he’s never had to hold much of a conversation with anyone to have to impress them.

frat!sukuna, who tells his fraternity about you—speaking of you as if you were a mystical goddess, talking about perfect, gorgeous and out of this world you are, to the point that his frat brothers stop thinking you’re real.

“dude, are you sure you didn’t make her up?” toji would say, slinging his arm around sukuna while sukuna mumbled something about you being too good for any of them anyway.

frat!sukuna, who’s used to chaos—loud parties, copious amounts of alcohol, and music so loud, it almost makes you goes deaf, has no idea what to do when he finds himself slowly falling for the pretty, nerdy girl at the front of his class, always put together and perfect, you’re so out of his league it’s scary.

frat!sukuna, who tries to talk to you on his way out of class, stumbling over his words for the first time while you stare at him, cocking your head in confusion while the brick wall of a man stutters and rubs the back of his neck like you’re the one making him nervous.

frat!sukuna, who’s tries to make himself less intimidating while he’s around you, leaning over to hear you talk or trying to smile (which is off putting, albeit a little adorable in its own right)—he really doesn’t know what to do, because he’s never had to hold much of a conversation with anyone to have to impress them.

frat!sukuna, who tells his fraternity about you—speaking of you as if you were a mystical goddess, talking about perfect, gorgeous and out of this world you are, to the point that his frat brothers stop thinking you’re real.

“dude, are you sure you didn’t make her up?” toji would say, slinging his arm around sukuna while sukuna mumbled something about you being too good for any of them anyway.

frat!sukuna, who’s used to chaos—loud parties, copious amounts of alcohol, and music so loud, it almost makes you goes deaf, has no idea what to do when he finds himself slowly falling for the pretty, nerdy girl at the front of his class, always put together and perfect, you’re so out of his league it’s scary.

frat!sukuna, who tries to talk to you on his way out of class, stumbling over his words for the first time while you stare at him, cocking your head in confusion while the brick wall of a man stutters and rubs the back of his neck like you’re the one making him nervous.

frat!sukuna, who’s tries to make himself less intimidating while he’s around you, leaning over to hear you talk or trying to smile (which is off putting, albeit a little adorable in its own right)—he really doesn’t know what to do, because he’s never had to hold much of a conversation with anyone to have to impress them.

frat!sukuna, who tells his fraternity about you—speaking of you as if you were a mystical goddess, talking about perfect, gorgeous and out of this world you are, to the point that his frat brothers stop thinking you’re real.

“dude, are you sure you didn’t make her up?” toji would say, slinging his arm around sukuna while sukuna mumbled something about you being too good for any of them anyway.

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a/n :: @berrylus HAPPY EARLY DAY OF BIRTH THIS ONE’S FOR YOU BABEH

sukuna has no idea how he got this far. he remembers you dodging his advances like bullets the past few months, and now he’s underneath you, your plush thighs wrapped around his waist, his cock buried in your soaking cunt, his bedroom silent except the wet squelches and sukuna’s moans.

“look at you, ryo, yer so pathetic” you spat out almost condescendingly, your voice dripping in honey before you lift yourself up and slam your weight against his cock again.

“please—“

“please what, kuna? use your words.”

you were killing him. you knew exactly how badly he wanted you, and god did you know how to take advantage of it.

he’s been dreaming of this for almost months now, the sheer idea of having your pussy wrapped around him had him so painfully hard and leaking it was disgusting and pathetic, but he couldn’t care less.

you were grinding your hips at a mean pace, your walls so snug, he fit so perfectly inside you, and he was trying so hard to think of anything else just to stop himself from cumming in a couple of minutes like a desperately horny teenager.

his massive hands were holding onto your waist, practically trembling with every rock of your hips, he was trying so hard to stay put, trying to keep his hips grounded so he wouldn’t rut into you like an animal, chasing his high, but the way you were looking down at him, with that smirk on your face—and the way you kept mocking him constantly, it’s doing dangerous things to his brain.

the feeling of your weight on top of him, your perfect tits right in front of his face, the way your walls flutter around him ever so slightly when he lets out a noise that can only be described as whiny and embarrassing—it’s all too much for him, every little shift has him groaning, pleading and begging for something, anything.

the second you slam your hips into him again, he sees stars, whimpering just the tiniest bit before he cums, finally holding onto your waist just a little bit tighter, digging into your flesh while he rests his head at the crook of your neck.

he can feel tears well up in his eyes, nuzzling farther into your neck so you wouldn’t notice. you were so pretty, and you felt so good, how could he stop himself? :( he’s been dreaming about you, how you’d feel, hell he has your body memorised to near perfection with the amount of times he’s stalked you everywhere. he’d be a fool to believe he wouldn’t come undone the first time he’s underneath you.

“gods that was—“ he mumbles, still sniffling back his tears.

“i know.” is all you say, looking at him—he was flushed, pretty, the most stunning shade of red, covered in slick and sweat, leaning on your gigantic mountain of plushies.

maybe, just maybe, letting sukuna break down those little walls of yours wasn’t such a bad idea. ruining him was the most fun you’d had in ages. and you most certainly weren’t gonna stop here, now, were you?

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a/n :: @berrylus HAPPY EARLY DAY OF BIRTH THIS ONE’S FOR YOU BABEH

sukuna has no idea how he got this far. he remembers you dodging his advances like bullets the past few months, and now he’s underneath you, your plush thighs wrapped around his waist, his cock buried in your soaking cunt, his bedroom silent except the wet squelches and sukuna’s moans.

“look at you, ryo, yer so pathetic” you spat out almost condescendingly, your voice dripping in honey before you lift yourself up and slam your weight against his cock again.

“please—“

“please what, kuna? use your words.”

you were killing him. you knew exactly how badly he wanted you, and god did you know how to take advantage of it.

he’s been dreaming of this for almost months now, the sheer idea of having your pussy wrapped around him had him so painfully hard and leaking it was disgusting and pathetic, but he couldn’t care less.

you were grinding your hips at a mean pace, your walls so snug, he fit so perfectly inside you, and he was trying so hard to think of anything else just to stop himself from cumming in a couple of minutes like a desperately horny teenager.

his massive hands were holding onto your waist, practically trembling with every rock of your hips, he was trying so hard to stay put, trying to keep his hips grounded so he wouldn’t rut into you like an animal, chasing his high, but the way you were looking down at him, with that smirk on your face—and the way you kept mocking him constantly, it’s doing dangerous things to his brain.

the feeling of your weight on top of him, your perfect tits right in front of his face, the way your walls flutter around him ever so slightly when he lets out a noise that can only be described as whiny and embarrassing—it’s all too much for him, every little shift has him groaning, pleading and begging for something, anything.

the second you slam your hips into him again, he sees stars, whimpering just the tiniest bit before he cums, finally holding onto your waist just a little bit tighter, digging into your flesh while he rests his head at the crook of your neck.

he can feel tears well up in his eyes, nuzzling farther into your neck so you wouldn’t notice. you were so pretty, and you felt so good, how could he stop himself? :( he’s been dreaming about you, how you’d feel, hell he has your body memorised to near perfection with the amount of times he’s stalked you everywhere. he’d be a fool to believe he wouldn’t come undone the first time he’s underneath you.

“gods that was—“ he mumbles, still sniffling back his tears.

“i know.” is all you say, looking at him—he was flushed, pretty, the most stunning shade of red, covered in slick and sweat, leaning on your gigantic mountain of plushies.

maybe, just maybe, letting sukuna break down those little walls of yours wasn’t such a bad idea. ruining him was the most fun you’d had in ages. and you most certainly weren’t gonna stop here, now, were you?

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a/n :: @berrylus HAPPY EARLY DAY OF BIRTH THIS ONE’S FOR YOU BABEH

sukuna has no idea how he got this far. he remembers you dodging his advances like bullets the past few months, and now he’s underneath you, your plush thighs wrapped around his waist, his cock buried in your soaking cunt, his bedroom silent except the wet squelches and sukuna’s moans.

“look at you, ryo, yer so pathetic” you spat out almost condescendingly, your voice dripping in honey before you lift yourself up and slam your weight against his cock again.

“please—“

“please what, kuna? use your words.”

you were killing him. you knew exactly how badly he wanted you, and god did you know how to take advantage of it.

he’s been dreaming of this for almost months now, the sheer idea of having your pussy wrapped around him had him so painfully hard and leaking it was disgusting and pathetic, but he couldn’t care less.

you were grinding your hips at a mean pace, your walls so snug, he fit so perfectly inside you, and he was trying so hard to think of anything else just to stop himself from cumming in a couple of minutes like a desperately horny teenager.

his massive hands were holding onto your waist, practically trembling with every rock of your hips, he was trying so hard to stay put, trying to keep his hips grounded so he wouldn’t rut into you like an animal, chasing his high, but the way you were looking down at him, with that smirk on your face—and the way you kept mocking him constantly, it’s doing dangerous things to his brain.

the feeling of your weight on top of him, your perfect tits right in front of his face, the way your walls flutter around him ever so slightly when he lets out a noise that can only be described as whiny and embarrassing—it’s all too much for him, every little shift has him groaning, pleading and begging for something, anything.

the second you slam your hips into him again, he sees stars, whimpering just the tiniest bit before he cums, finally holding onto your waist just a little bit tighter, digging into your flesh while he rests his head at the crook of your neck.

he can feel tears well up in his eyes, nuzzling farther into your neck so you wouldn’t notice. you were so pretty, and you felt so good, how could he stop himself? :( he’s been dreaming about you, how you’d feel, hell he has your body memorised to near perfection with the amount of times he’s stalked you everywhere. he’d be a fool to believe he wouldn’t come undone the first time he’s underneath you.

“gods that was—“ he mumbles, still sniffling back his tears.

“i know.” is all you say, looking at him—he was flushed, pretty, the most stunning shade of red, covered in slick and sweat, leaning on your gigantic mountain of plushies.

maybe, just maybe, letting sukuna break down those little walls of yours wasn’t such a bad idea. ruining him was the most fun you’d had in ages. and you most certainly weren’t gonna stop here, now, were you?

“y/n it’s two in the morning, what the fuck are you doing.” shoko said, shuffling behind you half asleep, dressed in pjs that matched yours while you squinted at your textbooks under the dim lights.

“…studying?”

“you were supposed to be in bed three hours ago.” she leaned on the doorway, crossing her arms over while you turned over in your seat.

“i’ll be right there, i promise—.” you were cut short when she walked upto you, cupping your jaw, planting a soft kiss to your lips before grabbing you by your wrists and pulling you away.

“you said that hours ago, you need sleep to function.”

“says you.” you rolled your eyes, allowing her to drag you back to your shared bedroom, polaroids of the two of you on the walls with her med school papers scattered over the floor and the sheets messy with her hair sticking up all funny from rolling out of bed to find you.

“i’m the medschool student, you should be listening to me.”

before you even had the chance to start questioning all her habits she kissed you, lips movie against yours before she jumped back onto the bed, beckoning you over with her arms.

you slowly crawled over, hovering on top of her before—

thud!

you landed right on top, your head resting on her chest, your legs tangled together before she moved her hand up to pat your head—kissing the top of your head before patting you on the cheek.

“aww is my pretty girl tired?” she cooed, watching you curl up on top of her like the cutest weighted blanket, slowly nodding while you wrapped your arms around her waist.

“exhausted.”

“yeah, yeah i’m sure you are, nerd.”

this is my first time writing wlw but trust me there’s more to come 🙂‍↕️

“y/n it’s two in the morning, what the fuck are you doing.” shoko said, shuffling behind you half asleep, dressed in pjs that matched yours while you squinted at your textbooks under the dim lights.

“…studying?”

“you were supposed to be in bed three hours ago.” she leaned on the doorway, crossing her arms over while you turned over in your seat.

“i’ll be right there, i promise—.” you were cut short when she walked upto you, cupping your jaw, planting a soft kiss to your lips before grabbing you by your wrists and pulling you away.

“you said that hours ago, you need sleep to function.”

“says you.” you rolled your eyes, allowing her to drag you back to your shared bedroom, polaroids of the two of you on the walls with her med school papers scattered over the floor and the sheets messy with her hair sticking up all funny from rolling out of bed to find you.

“i’m the medschool student, you should be listening to me.”

before you even had the chance to start questioning all her habits she kissed you, lips movie against yours before she jumped back onto the bed, beckoning you over with her arms.

you slowly crawled over, hovering on top of her before—

thud!

you landed right on top, your head resting on her chest, your legs tangled together before she moved her hand up to pat your head—kissing the top of your head before patting you on the cheek.

“aww is my pretty girl tired?” she cooed, watching you curl up on top of her like the cutest weighted blanket, slowly nodding while you wrapped your arms around her waist.

“exhausted.”

“yeah, yeah i’m sure you are, nerd.”

this is my first time writing wlw but trust me there’s more to come 🙂‍↕️

“y/n it’s two in the morning, what the fuck are you doing.” shoko said, shuffling behind you half asleep, dressed in pjs that matched yours while you squinted at your textbooks under the dim lights.

“…studying?”

“you were supposed to be in bed three hours ago.” she leaned on the doorway, crossing her arms over while you turned over in your seat.

“i’ll be right there, i promise—.” you were cut short when she walked upto you, cupping your jaw, planting a soft kiss to your lips before grabbing you by your wrists and pulling you away.

“you said that hours ago, you need sleep to function.”

“says you.” you rolled your eyes, allowing her to drag you back to your shared bedroom, polaroids of the two of you on the walls with her med school papers scattered over the floor and the sheets messy with her hair sticking up all funny from rolling out of bed to find you.

“i’m the medschool student, you should be listening to me.”

before you even had the chance to start questioning all her habits she kissed you, lips movie against yours before she jumped back onto the bed, beckoning you over with her arms.

you slowly crawled over, hovering on top of her before—

thud!

you landed right on top, your head resting on her chest, your legs tangled together before she moved her hand up to pat your head—kissing the top of your head before patting you on the cheek.

“aww is my pretty girl tired?” she cooed, watching you curl up on top of her like the cutest weighted blanket, slowly nodding while you wrapped your arms around her waist.

“exhausted.”

“yeah, yeah i’m sure you are, nerd.”

this is my first time writing wlw but trust me there’s more to come 🙂‍↕️

“y/nnnn you awake?”

“considering that you called me and i picked up, i’d say yes, yes i’m awake yuji.” you groaned from the other end of the line, rolling over on your bed while you heard him yell back with a tone far too cheerful for someone awake at three in the morning.

“wanna go out for a ride?” 

“you really have to stop calling me like a booty call, yuu.” you said with a soft sigh, and you could almost hear his confusion from the other end of the line.

“but you’re the only girl i call!” he said with full confidence, revving up his bike engine before he bid you goodbye, showing up outside your apartment in almost record time you were sure he’d fallen of his bike at least once on his way there.

you waved at him from your balcony, skipping down in sweats and a tank top, the cold wind nipping at your skin—until he wrapped his leather jacket around you, placing a blank helmet dotted with stickers (courtesy of yuji, of course) on your head.

“it’s so cold out, why are you dressed like that?”

“well, i know you always have a jacket to spare! and besides i look way cuter in your clothes than you ever will.”

you twirled around giving yuji a full view of you in his jacket—watching his pretty face flush a shade of pink while you climbed onto his bike.

“well, hold on tight, princess.”

“cornball.”

he started his bike, speeding into the night, the roads clear and silent except the dull hum of street lamps and the purr of his bike as he drove the two of you onto a highway.

you were holding onto his waist, arms resting on his abs and squeezing while he let out a cough, trying his best to keep his composure like he always did—the two of you were friends, right? always at each other’s beck and call, always each other’s ride or die. 

the two of you had kissed once. or twice. or a couple dozen times—once at each and every stupid college party, hidden away in a corner pretending like it was some kind of drunken mistake while the two of you were stone cold sober. 

you rested your cheek on his back until he pulled up in front of a convenience store, slowly lifting you off his bike the second he parked.

“was that really necessary?”

“well, you weigh nothing compared to what i can bench.” he said all smug and proud, sparkles practically radiating off his face while he flexed with his jacket on.

“c’mon i’m hungry.” you slung your arm around his, the two of you walking into the convenience store, filling your basket up with every snack in sight, carrying them out with plastic bags after yuji paid for it all (he insisted), finding a park bench to finally unwrap your haul.

“that’s so much food.” yuji groaned, watching you blow away the steam on your cups of instant ramen and handing his over to him.

“that’s why we aren’t gonna eat it all, dummy.”

something about the way you talked to him, teased him always had him tripping over his own words, coughing subtly before turning away, hiding the flush covering his ears, hoping you just wouldn’t notice.

because itadori yuji never thought of you as just a friend—you were pretty, smart, always looking at him as if you were looking right through his soul, clinging to him on his bike, stealing his clothes, it was far too much for him to take.

“you’re staring.”

“i always do.” he blurted out, almost immediately embarrassed, slurping down his noodles and frantically packing up all your stuff from the bench, doing everything in his power not to look you in the eye again.

“yuji, look at me.” 

he turned around slowly, expecting you to yell, throw your stuff at him, anything—what he didn’t expect was the feeling of your lips on his, slowly testing the water before he cupped your face, tilting his head, pressing soft pecks to your lips before pulling away, his face flushed, and his pupils blown wide, trying to find some excuse to make that make sense.

“just so we’re clear here, you’re sober, right?”

“always have been, you idiot.”

felt cute. somebody get me in college so i can make new friends already and find my yuji im so TIRED

“y/nnnn you awake?”

“considering that you called me and i picked up, i’d say yes, yes i’m awake yuji.” you groaned from the other end of the line, rolling over on your bed while you heard him yell back with a tone far too cheerful for someone awake at three in the morning.

“wanna go out for a ride?” 

“you really have to stop calling me like a booty call, yuu.” you said with a soft sigh, and you could almost hear his confusion from the other end of the line.

“but you’re the only girl i call!” he said with full confidence, revving up his bike engine before he bid you goodbye, showing up outside your apartment in almost record time you were sure he’d fallen of his bike at least once on his way there.

you waved at him from your balcony, skipping down in sweats and a tank top, the cold wind nipping at your skin—until he wrapped his leather jacket around you, placing a blank helmet dotted with stickers (courtesy of yuji, of course) on your head.

“it’s so cold out, why are you dressed like that?”

“well, i know you always have a jacket to spare! and besides i look way cuter in your clothes than you ever will.”

you twirled around giving yuji a full view of you in his jacket—watching his pretty face flush a shade of pink while you climbed onto his bike.

“well, hold on tight, princess.”

“cornball.”

he started his bike, speeding into the night, the roads clear and silent except the dull hum of street lamps and the purr of his bike as he drove the two of you onto a highway.

you were holding onto his waist, arms resting on his abs and squeezing while he let out a cough, trying his best to keep his composure like he always did—the two of you were friends, right? always at each other’s beck and call, always each other’s ride or die. 

the two of you had kissed once. or twice. or a couple dozen times—once at each and every stupid college party, hidden away in a corner pretending like it was some kind of drunken mistake while the two of you were stone cold sober. 

you rested your cheek on his back until he pulled up in front of a convenience store, slowly lifting you off his bike the second he parked.

“was that really necessary?”

“well, you weigh nothing compared to what i can bench.” he said all smug and proud, sparkles practically radiating off his face while he flexed with his jacket on.

“c’mon i’m hungry.” you slung your arm around his, the two of you walking into the convenience store, filling your basket up with every snack in sight, carrying them out with plastic bags after yuji paid for it all (he insisted), finding a park bench to finally unwrap your haul.

“that’s so much food.” yuji groaned, watching you blow away the steam on your cups of instant ramen and handing his over to him.

“that’s why we aren’t gonna eat it all, dummy.”

something about the way you talked to him, teased him always had him tripping over his own words, coughing subtly before turning away, hiding the flush covering his ears, hoping you just wouldn’t notice.

because itadori yuji never thought of you as just a friend—you were pretty, smart, always looking at him as if you were looking right through his soul, clinging to him on his bike, stealing his clothes, it was far too much for him to take.

“you’re staring.”

“i always do.” he blurted out, almost immediately embarrassed, slurping down his noodles and frantically packing up all your stuff from the bench, doing everything in his power not to look you in the eye again.

“yuji, look at me.” 

he turned around slowly, expecting you to yell, throw your stuff at him, anything—what he didn’t expect was the feeling of your lips on his, slowly testing the water before he cupped your face, tilting his head, pressing soft pecks to your lips before pulling away, his face flushed, and his pupils blown wide, trying to find some excuse to make that make sense.

“just so we’re clear here, you’re sober, right?”

“always have been, you idiot.”

felt cute. somebody get me in college so i can make new friends already and find my yuji im so TIRED

“y/nnnn you awake?”

“considering that you called me and i picked up, i’d say yes, yes i’m awake yuji.” you groaned from the other end of the line, rolling over on your bed while you heard him yell back with a tone far too cheerful for someone awake at three in the morning.

“wanna go out for a ride?” 

“you really have to stop calling me like a booty call, yuu.” you said with a soft sigh, and you could almost hear his confusion from the other end of the line.

“but you’re the only girl i call!” he said with full confidence, revving up his bike engine before he bid you goodbye, showing up outside your apartment in almost record time you were sure he’d fallen of his bike at least once on his way there.

you waved at him from your balcony, skipping down in sweats and a tank top, the cold wind nipping at your skin—until he wrapped his leather jacket around you, placing a blank helmet dotted with stickers (courtesy of yuji, of course) on your head.

“it’s so cold out, why are you dressed like that?”

“well, i know you always have a jacket to spare! and besides i look way cuter in your clothes than you ever will.”

you twirled around giving yuji a full view of you in his jacket—watching his pretty face flush a shade of pink while you climbed onto his bike.

“well, hold on tight, princess.”

“cornball.”

he started his bike, speeding into the night, the roads clear and silent except the dull hum of street lamps and the purr of his bike as he drove the two of you onto a highway.

you were holding onto his waist, arms resting on his abs and squeezing while he let out a cough, trying his best to keep his composure like he always did—the two of you were friends, right? always at each other’s beck and call, always each other’s ride or die. 

the two of you had kissed once. or twice. or a couple dozen times—once at each and every stupid college party, hidden away in a corner pretending like it was some kind of drunken mistake while the two of you were stone cold sober. 

you rested your cheek on his back until he pulled up in front of a convenience store, slowly lifting you off his bike the second he parked.

“was that really necessary?”

“well, you weigh nothing compared to what i can bench.” he said all smug and proud, sparkles practically radiating off his face while he flexed with his jacket on.

“c’mon i’m hungry.” you slung your arm around his, the two of you walking into the convenience store, filling your basket up with every snack in sight, carrying them out with plastic bags after yuji paid for it all (he insisted), finding a park bench to finally unwrap your haul.

“that’s so much food.” yuji groaned, watching you blow away the steam on your cups of instant ramen and handing his over to him.

“that’s why we aren’t gonna eat it all, dummy.”

something about the way you talked to him, teased him always had him tripping over his own words, coughing subtly before turning away, hiding the flush covering his ears, hoping you just wouldn’t notice.

because itadori yuji never thought of you as just a friend—you were pretty, smart, always looking at him as if you were looking right through his soul, clinging to him on his bike, stealing his clothes, it was far too much for him to take.

“you’re staring.”

“i always do.” he blurted out, almost immediately embarrassed, slurping down his noodles and frantically packing up all your stuff from the bench, doing everything in his power not to look you in the eye again.

“yuji, look at me.” 

he turned around slowly, expecting you to yell, throw your stuff at him, anything—what he didn’t expect was the feeling of your lips on his, slowly testing the water before he cupped your face, tilting his head, pressing soft pecks to your lips before pulling away, his face flushed, and his pupils blown wide, trying to find some excuse to make that make sense.

“just so we’re clear here, you’re sober, right?”

“always have been, you idiot.”

felt cute. somebody get me in college so i can make new friends already and find my yuji im so TIRED