#cmbyn

‘somewhere in northern italy…’ the familiar words flash across the screen of the cheap flat screen tv in your living room, the is sun peaking through the blinds, illuminating the room in golden beams of warmth. the air in your apartment smells like sweet vanilla and blueberry from the muffins you’d just baked and put in the oven.

it was that time of year where everything was a little bit looser, with the semester ending and summer break approaching, the days were longer, the sun set at 7pm and you found yourself smiling a bit more. the perfect time to rewatch “call me by your name” one of your favourite films ever.

you take off your baking apron, which was decorated with adorable little embroidery flowers along with mini kittens, a gift from sukuna. the same sukuna who was now about thirty minutes late after saying he was going to come over today so you guys could begin your annual summer festivities. it wasn’t unlike sukuna to be late, he always had something going on at the frat, but it was really irritating. i mean you didn’t even like blueberries that much, but you baked the muffins specifically because you knew how much sukuna liked them.

you grab a popsicle from your fridge and walk over to the couch, deciding you can’t be bothered to clean up the mess from baking, get comfy and resume watching the film. then about ten minutes later you’re heart almost jumps out of your chest when you hear the front door slam shut from down the corridor.

“i come in peace..and with snacks!” sukuna walks into the room, holding his hands up in surrender.

“oh my fucking gosh sukuna, are you trying to give me a heart attack or what?!” you jump, startled by the sudden commotion.

“shit my fault, forgot my bestfriend has a weak ass heart.” he chuckles, kicking his shoes off and already gravitating towards the kitchen to scavenge through your fridge.

“—wait. is that blueberry i smell?..” he says, sniffing the air.

“oh yeah, i baked muffins, butttt you don’t get any since you wanna’ be late again.” you shrug, turning your attention back to the film playing on the tv.

you were totally bluffing, you weren’t that evil, but you liked teasing sukuna.

“you wouldn’t..” he narrowed his eyes.

“oh i so would.”

“there’s no way in hell you can eat a whole batch by yourself anyway.” he shrugs, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the counter.

“you seriously underestimate me sukuna…in fact they should be done by now.” you reply, getting up off the sofa and pushing past sukuna peering into the oven at the golden treats.

you take them out the oven, careful not to burn yourself, and place them on the counter between the two of you. you pick up one of the muffins and slowly begin to take a big fat bite, all whilst staring sukuna right in his ruby red eyes.

“oh so you’re evil evil.” sukuna gasps.”

“mmmm~ so good.” you taunt, very proud with yourself.

“bro you don’t even like blueberries like that.” he retorts.

“i know, its for the love of the game.” you reply, a smirk making its way to your face as you wait for sukuna to give in.

a few seconds pass, then…

“fine dang it, you win y/n, what do you want from me, i’ll do anything for a taste of those muffins.”

got him. “hmm..i want a heartfelt sincere apology for you being late.” you reply.

sukuna raises on eyebrow, “really…? that’s it? an apology.?”

“yup, that’s it.”

“huh..alright bet, easy enough.” he says, standing up straight and clearing his throat very dramatically.

“i am so very, very sorry my amazing, wonderful, beautiful, talented, funny, smart and amazing at baking best friend for being late. i promise it won’t happen again.”

“how was that for an apology?” sukuna asks, looking exceedingly proud of himself.

“you’re so stupid” you can’t help but giggle as you grab a nicely designed ceramic plate from the cabinet behind you, plate up a couple of the muffins and push them towards sukuna.

“yeah and you love it.” he teases back with a mouthful of the dessert.

“you’re so lucky i do, idiot.” you roll your eyes at him, but can’t hide your smile.

because it was true, sukuna was an irritating idiot, but he was your irritating idiot and you wouldn’t have it any other way. you’ve known sukuna for as long as you could remember, but the memory of when you two met would forever be rooted in your brain chemistry.

you were in second grade and little you was sitting on the fake grass outside cross-legged. reading your favourite book, a habit that grew with you except now you’ve upgraded to novels and manga, whilst eating the packed lunch your mom made for you. when suddenly, the afternoon sun was blocked by a shadow. you look up from your book to see a little red haired boy with beautiful crimson eyes and mud on his knees holding a worm in front of your face.

“ewww! get that away from me, gross!” little you shrieks, inching away from the bug.

the boy only giggles, exposing his toothless grin and plopping down next to you on the grass, setting the little worm down somewhere in the distance.

“whatcha’ readin’?” he asks curiously, shuffling over even closer to get a closer look.

“dork diaries, my mommy bought it for me and its my favourite ever!” you exclaim, excited to finally be talking to another kid about something that interests you.

“huh.. that’s cool—anyway do u wanna’ play tag with me?” the boy asks.

“i don’t really like playing…” you continue to flip through the pages of your book, expecting the boy to leave and go continue playing with the other kids.

instead he pouts says, “awwh okay, can i read with you then?”

that shocked little you, because you weren’t used to people noticing you. you were always tucked away in the corner, nose buried in a different book, or drawing little doodles. you enjoyed your own company.

“you wanna read with me?…okay! but no more worms or creepy crawlies..” you scold, grinning from ear to ear at the excitement of someone wanting to talk to you.

“yayyy, and no more worms, i got it.”

he notices the lone blueberries left in your packed lunch and frowns.

“why aren’t you eating those blueberries?..they’re gonna feel sad if you don’t eat them!” he points to your pink lunchbox.

“that’s not true silly! and i don’t like blueberries they’re yucky and mushy…but you can have them if you want.” you giggle at the boys comment.

he doesn’t waste any time and takes a handful of the berries, stuffing them in his cheeks like a chipmunk. you burst out into fits of laughter, amused by the boy’s little act of stupidity and he follows shortly after.

you both sit there in the liquid gold sun, giggling till your stomachs hurt and your cheeks ache.

and ever since that day, you two were best friends. same middle school, same high school, and now same college. you smile at the memory, completely caught up in your own head forgetting you were still in the kitchen, the faint noise of the film on the tv forgotten, and the air warm with the lingering smell off sugar and blueberries.

“awe ya thinking about me?” sukuna coos, snapping you out of your daydream and back into the present.

“you wish, definitely not.” you scoff, walking back to the couch and plopping down with the rest of the muffins in hand.

which was a fat lie, because you totally were, but you weren’t gonna tell him that.

“yeah yeah, whatever.” he grins, following you over to the couch sitting next to you.

the sheer weight of him made the whole couch shift beneath you two and you catch yourself distracted by the way the light seemed to catch his eyes. sukuna was good looking, like really good looking, you weren’t going to lie to yourself and it wasn’t unknown news, everyone knew it including himself. you weren’t surprised why so many sorority girls would literally drool all over him, though sukuna never seemed to acknowledge them which you admired. ever since joining sigma rho he still stayed the same old sukuna, he didn’t change to fit in or fake being someone who he wasn’t.

“hey y/n, you good?..you keep zoning out like crazy..” sukuna speaks, once again snapping you out of your daydream.

“—what, oh yeah i’m fine, just tired or something.” you reply.

“yeah? you sure?” he moves closer and puts his arm around you pulling you into his side.

“i’m fine sukuna, promise.” you grin, shimmying out of his grip even though your attempts are futile due to his strength.

“good—oh shit yeah, i’ve been meaning to ask if you’d come to the frat party on saturday..” he asks, his arm still around you, but now his hand’s tracing patterns into your arm.

“sukuna—“ you start, already opposed to the idea.

“and before you say it, i know you hate the frat, and the parties—“

“and the people.” you add.

“and the people, but i really want you there y/n, seriously, hey who knows you might even enjoy it.”

“i don’t know…” you contemplate, considering the idea, but genuinely not wanting to deal with anything that goes on at those parties.

he pouts, “pleaseeeeee..”

“whatever, fine i’ll come, but you have to wash the dishes and clean up the kitchen in return.” you point to the mess still on the counter from your earlier baking.

he jumps up from his spot on the couch and gets straight to work, “yes ma’am.”

what an idiot. you think to yourself, grinning as you watch your best friend attempt to wipe flour off the counter, but only worsening it.

the sun begins to set, leaving the room painted in warm tones of gold and orange, as you sit back and already begin to dread this party you got yourself tied up in.

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it was saturday night and you were now smoothing out your hands on your outfit which you’d picked last minute, mini jean skirt, and your favourite light beige sweater which was decorated with small black cats all around it, all paired with a pair of uggs. you honestly didn’t even know what you were supposed to wear to frat parties, but you thought your outfit was cute and you felt confident. you even did your makeup a little differently and tried out a new hairstyle in hopes of trying to hype yourself a little.

you walked to the doorstep of the large house and stepped through the threshold.

shit.

you’re immediately hit in the face with bright fluorescent orange lights and the smell of alcohol. the booming sound of speakers blasting some rap song you’re not familiar with fill your ears as you try to move your feet and weave through the tight bodies already filling up the space.

you end up in the kitchen, where it’s a little calmer and hop up to sit on one of the kitchen stools. you take in the whole scene, couples eating off each other’s faces, freshman doing karaoke, a very intense game of beer pong. it was chaotic, and you don’t even realise your leg has started bouncing up and down and that you were fidgeting with your necklace, a nervous habit, till a familiar voice breaks you out of your trance.

“there’s my favourite girl.”

the voice startles you and you look up to see sukuna striding over to you, a smug smirk plastered on his face and red solo cup in hand.

“sukuna i fucking swear one of these days you’re deadass gonna’ give me a heart attack!” you yell over the music.

“glad to see you too.” he grins, thanks for actually coming.” he says, placing his free hand on the counter behind you, leaning closer so it was easier to hear.

“yeah well you didn’t really give me a choice did you.” you take the cup out of his hand and toss back the contents.

bad idea.

“ew oh my gosh what the fuck is that-“ you wince, take back by the sharp taste.

he snorts and takes the cup from your hand, “easyyyy, easy.”

you don’t even notice that you’ve still absentmindedly been bouncing your leg up and down till sukuna frowns and places a reassuring hand on your bare upper thigh.

the gesture makes your face heat up and your stomach flip. ‘stop. cut it out y/n.’ you think to yourself, it’s just the drink right?

“hey you okay?”

“—what, oh yeah just a little loud that’s all..” you dismiss, distracting yourself with your necklace once again.

“mm, you overwhelmed?” he asks, gently.

of course he knew exactly how you were feeling.

“yeah a little..i’ll be fine though.”

“promise?” he asks

“promise.” you reply.

sukuna knew that parties had never been your thing, ever since you were kids he found it cute how you’d always rather be reading, drawing or lost in your own little world. even though in high school, you broke out of your shell and became a lot more outgoing you still preferred to be in the comfort of your own home, that’s just who you were. and he loved it. he also could always tell what you were thinking or feeling just by you body language, years of observing your little habits meant that he knew you very well.

“alright good, tell ya’ what, we stay for an hour or two then after that i take you home, we get food and binge watch films of your choice.” he says, tracing small circles into your thigh.

you try and stifle a smile, he practically listed your ideal night, how could you say no?

“foul play, you used all the perfect buzzwords.” you grin

“nah, not my fault i know you so well.” sukuna smirks, pulling you onto your feet and leading you into the living room.

“alright c’mon drama queen, the guys are gonna think i dipped or somethin.”

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sukuna leads you to a couch near the corner of the room where he sits down and drags you down with him and his arm snaking around your shoulders as you curl up into his side, knees up to your chest.

“cute sweater.” he teases, smiling down at the little black cats.

“you like it? it’s new, can you believe i got it fifty percent off?? such a steal.” you examine it once more.

you start rambling about things sukuna doesn’t even particularly care about, but he listens and watches the way your eyes light up and your smile gets bigger and brighter as you speak. it’s always been like this, you speak and he listens, getting lost in the sound of your voice and the gleam of your eyes, he loved it.

but his serenity is disturbed when he hears a yell from the other front room.

“satoru get off the fuckin’ chandelier you idiot!”

he groans, already dreading whatever bullshit he’s gonna have to deal with this time.

“—hold that thought, gotta go deal with these jackasses before one of ‘em breaks some shit.”

“okay, good luck.” you giggle.

sukuna enters the other room and immediately spots satoru, choso and suguru all sprawled out on the rug in front of the couch. satoru holding a half empty bottle of whiskey, suguru downing a beer and choso smoking a blunt.

he joins them on the floor, “so, the hell happened here then.”

“yo, ryo you should’ve fuckin’ seen it man, shit was hilarious.” choso drawls, smoke curling in the air around him.

“yeah i don’t even wanna know—damn satoru how much have you drank?” sukuna replies, eyeing the half empty bottle in his hands.

“pfftt, barely anything this is lightwork bro.” satoru slurs, proud smirk on his face.

“saw y/n here” suguru starts, tossing back the rest of his beer. “surprised she came.”

“hm? yeah, asked her to come.”

satoru snorts, “she has cats on her sweater right? damn, the girl’s cute as shit.”

“deadass, might need to invest in that i won’t lie.” suguru smirks, gaze falling back to the room you were in.

the fuck? sukuna wasn’t liking where this conversation was headed.

“what the fuck do you mean by that suguru?” he crosses his arms over his chest, eyes narrowing.

“he’s not wrong y’know, looks like the type to bake you cupcakes ‘nd shit.” choso adds.

“imagine a good fuck from her then getting some bomb ass cupcakes right after” satoru begins, taking another sip of whiskey. “that shit would be heaven.”

they had to be messing with him.

“what the hell is wrong with you guys? cut that shit out.” sukuna’s pissed now, “y/n doesn’t sleep around with fucking frat boys, she’s not like that.”

he stared at his three friends, completely baffled and disgusted at the way they spoke about you as if you were just another thirsty sorority girl. they didn’t get it, didn’t get you.

then all of a sudden the three burst into obnoxious laughter and sukuna deadpans.

“oh my god bro, you should’ve seen your face.” satoru chuckles, slapping his leg.

“i don’t get the joke.” sukuna spits.

“don’t worry man, we didn’t mean any of that crap.” suguru says, still clearly amused.

“yeah we were just tryin’ to confirm our suspicions on the fact you’re a hundred percent in love with y/n.” choso snorts.

oh.

sukuna didn’t even know what to reply to that because he could lie all he wanted, tell them it wasn’t true, but it wouldn’t get rid of that feeling in his heart, the one that wouldn’t leave him alone whenever he thought of you. who was he kidding? it was just normal affection anyone felt towards their best friend right? totally platonic…so why did he still feel that lingering ache in his chest.?

“whatever. i’m retiring for the night..later.” sukuna swiftly gets up and leaves, heading back to you.

“think we pissed him off?” choso asks.

“nah he’s mad cus’ he knows we’re right.” suguru takes the now empty bottle of whiskey from satoru who was now completely passed out.

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the party has died down a bit now, the music’s a little quieter and the atmosphere more relaxed. you’re still on the couch idly scrolling on your phone, to keep yourself from drifting off, when sukuna appears in front of you.

“oh there you are, thought i’d fall asleep before you got back.” you yawn.

“yeah sorry about that, they were being idiots as per usual.” he runs his hand down his face.

“i can imagine, anyway can we go now im like actually starving, anddd you owe me food.” you whine.

“of course you remember—was hoping you’d crash before we got to this stage.” he curses.

you giggle, “how could i, already thinking about what i want.”

“yeah i bet you are, love running my pockets don’t you.” he pulls you off the couch hand coming to wrap around your shoulders as you two walk towards the door.

you can only yawn in response, tiredness completely taking over as the cold night air sends shivers down your spine making you lean into the warmth of sukuna.

“you tired?” he asks, speaking into the crown of your head.

“hm..nuh uh.”

another yawn slips out, completely betraying your last statement.

“not tired huh? he snorts.

“shut up..”

“c’mon i know you just wanna get into bed, how about we reschedule our little evening and i make you ramen instead?” sukuna leans down to get a closer look at your face.

“fine…but i’m not forgetting that you owe me sukuna.” you look up at him, eyebrows raised.

“i know you won’t y/n, i know you won’t.” he grins.

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you reach your apartment, immediately kick your shoes off and run straight to your couch. your sunset lamp illuminates the room in a cool orange tone. sukuna follows shortly after sitting down on the couch right next to you. you crawl into his lap on instinct, your head resting on his hard chest. the position nothing new and familiar to you by now.

“so, how was your first frat party?” he asks, running a gentle hand down your back.

you hum, “okay i guess..still don’t know why you wanted me to come though..”

“cus i like having you around y/n, you know that…you just get me.” he says, hand still running up and down your back.

his words and the repeated sensation on your back give you those stupid butterflies again and make your face heat up. you try to stifle down the feeling and ignore it, because you know sukuna doesn’t think of you like that, ‘why the hell do i keep feeling like this?’ you knew damn why, but you wouldn’t say it out loud, not even to yourself, because saying it out loud is hard. so instead, you settle for humour and bury those feelings.

“don’t get all dramatic on me idiot.”

he faintly laughs at that, the sound almost not there, “not dramatic, just true.”

you smile into his chest, and you both sit there tangled up in each other, the sound of your breathing and cars passing in the distance and a million unspoken thoughts that neither of you brought up, but you have a feeling that things were changing.

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98% ~ amazing work y/n, great way to end the semester.

you’re standing in the middle of campus near the common area when the notification from student portal pops up. you reread the grade once, twice just to make sure you’re not hallucinating from the scorching heat beaming down on you. 98%. you passed. it felt like someone had just released the invisible strings that had been holding up your shoulders the whole semester. all the work you’d put into your final literature essay had paid off.

you couldn’t wait to tell sukuna, he’d promised that if you got over eighty percent on the essay he’d take you out anywhere and let you get anything you want. he had calculus right now so you rushes across campus with a smile plastered across your face.

you get to his class right in time, you see him speaking to gojo about something, and rush up to him.

“sukuna! sukuna look! i passed!” you squeal, shoving the phone in his face completely unable to contain your excitement.

“—woah, woah passed what, what am i looking at.” he asks, taking your wrist and steadying your shaky hand to get a better look.

“my english essay sukuna, i got a ninety eight!” you bounce up and down, steadying your hand so he can see.

“holy fuck, ninety eight? atta’ girl that’s amazing y/n, seriously.” he wraps you into a tight embrace, hugging you tightly.

the smile on your face is contagious as you pull back, “you know what this means right?”

“i sure do.” he sighs, “so what’s the first stop then.”

you tap your chin in contemplation, “hm..well i have been dying for a new pair of jeans..oh my god and there’s this new book place that opened..”

sukuna can’t help but smile at your enthusiasm, “god what have i got myself into..lead the way.”

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you drag him all the way your favourite book store off campus for your first stop. the place has that nostalgic orange lighting, with decorative signs and retro furniture in every corner. whimsy lamp posts and wooden bookshelves filled to the brim with different copies of literature are on display as you walk in.

“this place is literally you.” he states, taking in the whole scene.

“what does that even mean dude?” you look at him, one eyebrow raised.

“just like if you were a store this is what i’d imagine it to look like.”

“yeah okay whatever that means sukuna.” you roll your eyes and grin.

you take his hand in yours and lead him to the back of the store where the largest bookshelf resides.

the keychains on your backpack jingle as you excitedly move and grab every single book you’ve read that you can spot and start explaining the plot to him.

“….and then it’s like so cute because—hey are you listening??” you wave the book in front of his face.

“huh..yeah, yeah of course keep going i was interested.” sukuna blurts out.

which was a massive lie, because he was way to busy watching the way your lips moved as you spoke, how your pretty little eyes looked up and batted your eyelashes at him. he was mesmerised, you were beautiful, the way the sun made you glow you looked like a fairytale. he wanted so badly to just take your face and kiss those lips till all he could remember was the taste of your lipgloss—pause. what the fuck? this was y/n, his best friend y/n, so why was his heart suddenly beating and his face hot?

“sukuna, you alright? your face is like crazy red..” you ask, snapping him out of his daydream.

“oh yeah, nothin’ it’s just mad hot in here.” he shrugs, lying through his teeth.

“hm yeah it is..i’m almost done in here anyway, gonna get these two.” you grab the books and place them under your arm.

“alright let’s get outta here before i pass out please.” he begs.

you wait patiently by his side as sukuna pays for your books, then you two exit the shop and step back into the summer air. it’s the brink of the evening by now and the sun is ever so slightly beginning to set leaving behind a refreshing breeze that cools you down.

“thank you, i’m so excited to read these..you’re hearing all about them by the way.” you grip onto his arm as you two begin walking down the pavement.

“no worries, you deserve it im proud of you forreal, for acing that essay.” he says looking down at you with so much admiration in his eyes.

“thanks sukuna.” you reply, squeezing his arm.

“so where to next, miss shopaholic.” he sighs.

“hmm y’know i’m kinda tired of shopping, oh i know, can we go to that gelato place down the street?” you ask.

“fuck yeah, i’m down for some ice cream.” sukuna replies, a big grin appearing on his face.

“of course you’re smiling..” you roll your eyes, but can’t help but grin.

you two begin walking down the street to the gelato place, your still gripping his arm as you watch the cars drive by and the trees sway in unison to the wind. it was getting a little darker now, so that cool summer breeze began to pick up.

you loved summer, something about the way the sun shined and left the streets glittering, the way people gathered in the parks for picnics everyday and you woke up already feeling tranquil.

your heavy bag filled with textbooks and notebooks started to make your back ache, so you fidget a little in futile attempts to get comfortable.

sukuna, noticing your squirming, asks “want me to carry your bag?”

“no it’s okay, super heavy you’d probably struggle.” you tease.

“pfftt, i take that as a challenge.”

sukuna reaches behind you and grabs your backpack off of your shoulder with ease.

“super heavy huh?” he smirks.

“whatever, try carrying it on your back the entire day.” you roll your eyes.

you reach the ice cream shop and immediately go to the counter to look at the variety of flavours. you loved looking at the different colours laid out in front of you, it gave you that nostalgic feeling for some reason. you already have your order ready, you always get the same thing—vanilla.

“you ready?” sukuna asks.

“yeah.” you go to order and then tap your card, but sukuna beats you to it.

“i got it, your treat remember..plus i still owe you.” he nudges your shoulder.

he watched your smile grow as you both got handed your ice cream and you turn to him with those pretty eyes of yours and say “thank you, you’re the best.”

well shit. he was definitely blushing again.

“no problem y/n..don’t know why you always get plain vanilla though.” he teases, leading you two out of the shop back into the summer breeze.

“says you, i don’t know how you always get blueberry…i mean who even eats blueberry ice cream?” you shoot back.

you two settle on thee edge of the curb near the small beach a few miles off campus.

“don’t knock it till you try it sweetheart.” he takes a big bite into the scoop.

you’re close enough to be able to hear the calming crash of waves against each other and smell the salty smell of the sea water. you’re so engrossed in the hypnotic scene that you don’t even realise the vanilla ice cream was dripping down your chin.

“messy ass eater..” sukuna teases, tilting your face towards him and running his thumb across your bottom lip, wiping up the mess and then licking it off his finger.

you stare at him, butterflies again. those stupid butterflies and that fluttering feeling in your stomach that can’t seem to leave you alone no matter how much you push it down. it would only get bigger and bigger, leave a lingering feeling that got stronger everytime you were near him. you yearned for his warmth, his hands in yours, his lips on yours. the feeling was suffocating, but you couldn’t say anything, wouldn’t say anything because if you did it would only make things complicated and you didn’t want to risk losing him, it would kill you. so you just push it down and pray.

“shut up..” you mutter, turning your face away from him in embarrassment so he can’t see how much he’s affected you.

but you’re then distracted when the cutest most tiny little ball of fur strolls up to you.

“oh my god! sukuna look at it, s’ a kitty!” you squeal, passing your melting ice cream over for him to hold.

the little creature meows and crawls into your lap like you’re a cushion.

“awhh, hi there little one, you’re so adorable aren’t you?” you coo, stroking the kitten.

“it kinda looks like you” you say to him.

he raises his eyebrows, “did you just compare me to a kitten?”

the cat had reddish-ginger fur with little white spots all around it. it did sort of resemble sukuna.

“it does, except it’s way cuter.” you giggle.

“liar.” he grins, poking you in the side.

the kitty meows once again and hops out of your lap, running off somewhere in the distance.

“awh, bye bye.” you wave as the little feline runs off.

you take the rest of your ice cream back and then sukuna speaks.

“y/n?” he says, staring off into the distance.

“hm?” you’re preoccupied with finishing off your dessert without any of it dripping onto you.

“what do ya’ wanna do after college?..”

the question surprises you and you turn your head towards him.

“after?..i don’t know, i mean i’ve always wanted to travel, who knows maybe i’ll visit italy or something…”

travel with you, is what you really want to say. be with you, is what your heart desires.

“what about you?..” you ask, almost a whisper.

“i don’t really know to be honest..probably stay here.” he shrugs.

travel. travelling means leaving, means leaving him behind, he thought. he didn’t want that, he needed you with him, it’s always been like that, you and him.

you hum as you two sit there, and let the ocean carry away the weight of all the things you haven’t said, let the wind calm the storm inside your head.

—————————————————————when you get back to your apartment, you head to your room and get changed into your pyjamas as sukuna crashes on the couch, exhausted from the day.

you walk out into tiny polka dot sleep shorts and a matching thin tank top, perfect for hot summer nights.

shit. sukuna couldn’t help but stare at your perfect legs and the perfect swell of your breasts under your tank top—there it was again. those thoughts that normal people were definitely not supposed to be having about their best friend. but then again his head was a mess, a whirlpool of emotions and unsaid thoughts and feelings. he knew what it was deep down, but he chose to say nothing. it was easier keeping it all to himself than loosing you and ruining what you two had because you didn’t feel the same way.

but it was killing him, he was pent up, he hadn’t even looked at another girl let alone touched one for ages, and he now realised why. plus, the sexual desire he felt for you wasn’t making anything easier.

you cross the room, sit next to him and throw your legs over his lap. “you gonna crash here tonight?” you ask.

“uh yeah if that’s cool.” sukuna picks up the remote and switches on the tv, needing a distraction from the way your ass was rubbed up right against his hip.

“yeah, cool just don’t steal all the blanket this time or you’re getting kicked in the stomach.” you snort, snatching the remote from him.

“god you’re mean.” he grins

“you wouldn’t have it any other way, don’t lie.” you look up at him.

“got me there”

you’re both drifting asleep slowly, some cheesy rom-com playing on the tv when you hear sukuna speak tiredly.

“frat’s throwing an end of semester mixer..you gonna come?”

“another party? i’ll pass..” you say, rubbing the tiredness from your eyes.

“c’mon please, it’ll be less chaotic this time jus’ a small mixer with some of the other frat’s and sororities.” he pleads, caressing your leg.

“when is it?”

“two days away, sunday.”

“shit i can’t anyway, that’s my designated cleaning day..and i’m baking that day, sorry.” you say.

“man, gonna fuckin hate it if you’re not there.” he groans.

you giggle, “you’ll be fine drama queen..”

you drift off to sleep like that.

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sunday

sukuna’s on the couch at the mixer, red solo cup in hand even though he hasn’t drank anything since he got it. he didn’t want to be here, being forced to make conversation with neighbouring frat members whose names he wouldn’t even remember in an hour, and a blonde sorority chick wouldn’t leave him alone. her high pitched voice going on about wanting to “get away from the party for a while”. everything was pissing him off and he just wanted to be back at your place arguing about something stupid whilst he helps you mix brownie batter.

“hiiii sukunaaa.” the blonde was back again, clearly a few drinks in.

he doesn’t even look her away, just returns a slight nod.

“you look a bit down, need me to cheer you up a bit?” she winks.

he looks at her now, expression stoic “how you gonna cheer me up huh?”

“why don’t you come find out…” she purrs, her hands all over him now, feeling up his arms, his chest, everywhere.

he feels sick. but for some fucked up reason he abides, he gets up and walks towards the staircase looking back at the girl.

“you comin’ or what?”

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as soon as he enters some random bedroom on the second floor, the girl pounces on him, all teeth, nipping at ever inch of skin. sukuna can only stand there, his mind in a completely different dimension.

y/n.

that’s all he can think off as the blonde steps back and frantically removes her tank top.

y/n.

she pulls him onto the bed, her hands everywhere, reaching under his shirt searching for any inch of skin. your smile, your laugh, your face, your voice is all he can see. images of you in the apron he gifted to you, baking muffins and singing along to your favourite songs in your kitchen flash through his mind.

he doesn’t want this, never wanted this, the girls perfume is way to sweet, nothing like you.

“y/n.” he says out loud this time.

“what..?” the blonde scoffs, pausing.

“get off me, i need to go.” he spits, shoving the girl off and running out the room.

“whatever.” she rolls her eyes, putting her shirt back on.

sukuna runs down the stairs of thehouse, his heart pulsing and stomach turning. his own heartbeat is so loud in his ears that he doesn’t even realise that satoru was calling after him.

“—sukuna where you goin’ man?”

“think he finally came to his senses?” choso asks.

“hundred fuckin’ percent.” suguru replies watching his friend leave through the door.

sukuna feels sick to his stomach and he doesn’t even realise his feet are moving in the direction of you apartment. what the fuck was he doing? he knew exactly what he was doing, he thought that maybe he just needed a distraction, that he was pent up and needed release, so he tried to. but it wasn’t you and that made him want to throw up, but why? why? why? why.

“i’m in love with y/n.” he finally says, barely a whisper

“i love y/n.” he says again, louder now like he’s finally allowing himself to feel.

his feet are moving even faster now and his mind’s going at a hundred miles per hour, he couldn’t hide it anymore, couldn’t push it down, it was killing him.

he reaches your apartment in no time, enters the lift and pushes the button to the correct floor. he doesn’t even bother knocking, just uses the spare key you gave him for emergencies and busts the door open.

you’re vacuuming the floor when you hear it and it startles you so bad, you genuinely think someone’s breaking in.

“oh my fuck, sukuna you actually want me dead don’t you…—“

your words are cut off when he runs up to you and captures you in the tightest embrace you think you’ve ever felt. his face buried in the crook of your neck and hands squeezing your torso so tight, his breathing ragged and uneven.

concern starts to flood your mind and you run your hands through his hair in attempt to get him to calm down.

“sukuna you’re scaring me…what’s wrong why aren’t you at the mixer?..”

a few seconds of silence pass..

but then ever so quietly that you think you’re hearing things, “i’m in love with you y/n.”

you must be hearing things, you’ve finally reached the hallucination stage.

“what?..” you whisper.

he finally looks up, tears, in his eyes as he says, “y/n, i love you. you’re the only one i want, whether or not that’s as best friends or more. i need you.” his voice is so small, you’ve never seen him so emotional.

he continues, “i think i’ve loved you ever since that day in second grade on the grass, i didn’t go back and play tag with the others for some reason, but i’m glad i didn’t.”

it feels like you’ve finally come up to shore after drowning in your feelings for ages. “you’re stupid sukuna…why didn’t you tell me earlier.”

he drops his head back onto your shoulder, “i know i am, i didn’t say anything because i didn’t wanna ruin anything.”

your heart breaks, “if you’d told me earlier i wouldn’t have had to push my feelings so far down either.”

he looks into your eyes, the ones he wishes he could get tattooed onto the backs of his eyelids so he could stare at them forever.

“what do you mean?” he mutters.

“i love you too idiot, have loved you forever.” is the last thing you say before your lips are on his.

the kiss is electric, so full of years of longing and unspoken feelings it feels like you can finally breathe properly again. sukunas hands are everywhere, trying to literally climb into your skin as your hands come up to run through his hair, you tug on the crimson locks and that earns a satisfied groan from him. he’s leaving trails of kisses down your neck, on your cheeks, anywhere he can. and you’re moving towards the couch before you even know it.

your back hits the couch and sukunas lips are on yours again, his tongue grazing your bottom lip, wanting in. you feel his tongue exploring the inside of your mouth before the kiss is broken and you’re both left panting. sukuna hovers over you and lifts his shirt over his head exposing his tan chest, and abs. you trace over the few tattoos painted across his body, mesmerised.

“careful, you’re drooling baby.” he smirks.

“shut up, i’m not.” you roll your eyes, leaning up on your elbows to remove your thin tank top.

you discard your shirt somewhere on the floor, leaving you in just your lacy bra and tiny pyjama shorts.

“fuckin’ hell you’re perfect..” he breathes, eyes taking in your figure.

“who’s drooling now?” you tease back.

“damn right i am, please i need to taste you baby, please can i?” he’s already trailing down your body and sliding your shorts off.

he settles between your legs, fingers running along the waistband of your underwear as he leans in and licks a long stipe along your clothed pussy through the fabric. sukunas eyes blow wide and light up in pure ecstasy as he continues licking through the now soaked fabric.

“…fuckk, so good. who knew my best friend had such an amazing pussy.” he groans.

your legs wrap around his head, the sensation sending vibrations through your whole body.

“take em off, sukuna, stop being such a t-tease..” you whine.

he removes his mouth from the soaked fabric, “didn’t hear the magic word in there baby.”

such a tease.

“p-please ‘kuna” you manage to force out.

all his restraint disappears at the use of the nickname and he hooks his fingers under the waist of your underwear and drags them down your legs, the damp fabric sticky due to the mix of your arousal and his saliva.

he eats you out like he’s been starved for days, tongue plunging in and out of your sopping cunt, wet lewd noises fill the air. the pleasure is only added to when he adds two fingers, starts thrusting them in and out of you and his thumb starts circling you sensitive clit.

“mm—close ‘kuna ‘m so close don’t stop..” you moan, your legs beginning to shake around his head and your toes curl in the air.

“yeah? that’s it, that’s my girl, cum on my tongue baby, give it to me..” he rasps.

the vibrations against your pussy send you over the edge as you orgasm. sukuna doesn’t stop, only continues eating you through it, lapping up all your juices with a satisfied moan.

he doesn’t waste any time and’s already unbuckling his belt and pulling his jeans and boxers down, freeing his thick cock. and oh was he massive, his cock was girthy and a little curved, the tip flushed a bright red and already dripping pre down to the base. he jerk it a few times, smearing pre cum all over all whilst staring at you with that sultry look and those enchanting ruby eyes.

“holy fuck you’re big..” you didn’t even realise you spoke aloud.

“yeah? don’t worry baby i know you can take it.” he mutters, leaning down to catch you in another deep kiss.

he spreads your legs wider and starts lining his cockhead against your entrance.

“i’ll go slow yeah? tell me if it’s to much okay baby?” he mumbled into the crook of your neck, thumbs rubbing circles into your hips.

you nod, already feeling the stretch as he pushes in inch by inch, your back arches and your eyes snap shut as you feel sukuna fill you. he bottoms out and his forehead drops against yours, both of you panting.

“you good? want me to move?”

you nod, the pain fading away and being replaced by pure pleasure and need.

he smirks, “use your words baby, wanna hear you say please.” he moves his hips in little circles, teasing.

“f-fuck how much times are you gonna make me beg…please sukuna need you.” you plead.

“that’s my girl.” he grins.

his hips start moving, slow thrusts at first then his pace picks up, brutal thrusts angled so perfectly they hit that sweet spot. you cover your mouth in attempt to muffle the lewd sounds you’re making.

“nah, don’t do that baby, let me hear those cute noises, let everyone hear how good i’m making you feel.” sukuna grits out, gripping your hips so tightly you’re certain it’ll bruise.

your eyes roll to the back of your head ad he continues thrusting and your hands fly to his back, scratching up and down trying to find anything to grip onto. sukuna’s completely rambling now, praise flying out every second, completely lost in pleasure.

“so so good, fucking pussy’s so tight and warm, so good for me aren’t you? yeah fuuckk me.”

your release is close, but too fucked out to even form coherent sentences you can only babble and make little noises, “close ‘kuna, so closee—so deep”

“yeah? me too baby, f-fuck, where do you want it?

“i-inside please, need you inside—“ you moan.

as soon as those words leave your mouth both of you cum at the same time, sukuna’s hot seed spilling inside of you, and you soaking his dick.

he lets out a string of praise, “fuck i love you, love you so much, so perfect for me”

and then he collapses next to you on the couch, pulling out and watching his seed drip onto the cushions beneath you.

“..you okay? i didn’t hurt you or anything did i?” he asks, sitting up on one elbow.

“i’m perfect ‘kuna.” you press a light kiss to his cheek.

“good—let me clean you up.” he jumps up and heads to the bathroom to get towels.

he returns and you sit up, allowing him to clean up the mess you two made off of you.

“can’t believe you couldn’t tell i was in love with you dummy” you poke him in the stomach.

“same here baby, why do you think i always wanted you at those parties.” he grins back.

you laugh and put your pyjamas back on, sukuna does the same and you curl up next to him on the couch like you always do, except now things were way different and instead of that heavy burden you felt free, comfortable.

the sound of cars driving past in the distance and college kids laughing outside filled the air as you two sat there.

“y’know..im looking forward to our sleepovers way more now..” sukuna says smugly.

“you perv.” you can’t help but chuckle.

“yeah you’re stuck with me forever now baby, maybe we’ll even go to italy together.”

“oh gosh, what have i got myself into..” you playfully reply, rolling your eyes up at him.

“love you y/n.” he kisses your forehead.

“love you too idiot.” you reply.

and as the sun sets, you know you’re going to remember this summer for the rest of your life.