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sukuna didn’t date, or have crushes, or find any forms of intimacy with anyone—other than, of course, when he was looking to get laid.
it was just something that was widely accepted as a universal truth—the sky was blue, dogs pee on fire hydrants, and sukuna was a heartless guy. no one knew why, nor did they question it, it was just a part of his reputation. it was expected, though, what kind of frat boy, decked out in face tattoos and a rigid personality would wind up being a loverboy? the chances were already slim to none and his overall distaste for anything romantic made it clear that a relationship was never in his cards. not by a longshot.
that’s why the sorority girls targeted him.
gojo had no clue as to how their conversation even started—stuck listening to the bitching and whining of the girls from alpha phi—he probably just breathed funny in thor general direction, and suddenly any girl that had every girl from their sorority had their panties in a twist. maybe one of them got dumped, or cheated on, or something, but once again, they were at poor president gojo’s throat.
“how come you guys are complete and utter jerks?” yorozu, the president of alpha phi started, her arms crossed over her chest, popping her breasts forward. gojo couldn’t help but take a peek, somewhat proving her point. she continued, though: “i’m serious. dogs—all of you. you’re all just looking for one night stands. none of you know how to act like gentlemen.”
“hey! that’s not true.” gojo put his hands up in defense, hoping that geto, the vice-president would step in and say something. only, his friend stood silently, stoned and nursing at a solo cup. with a pout beginning to form on his mouth, the only retaliation gojo could come up with was a lackluster response. “we can totally be good gentlemen.”
“really?” she continued, hands now resting over her hips, nostrils flaring up, eyebrow raised and lips pursed. she was unconvinced. her little posse seemed to sense the disingenuous nature gojo was presenting, tapping her toes against the floor, moments away from storming out and finding a different party.
“yup—i’d even bet on it.” gojo promised, putting one hand up as if he was a scout, the other crossing over his heart.
yorozu’s eyes lit up, as if she was thinking about something twisted—which she most definitely was. she grazed her tongue over his bottom lip, looking gojo up and down before flashing a dangerous smile.
“then let’s bet on it,” she began. she took a sip from her white claw, explaining the terms to her counterpart. “if one of your boys can actually get a girl to fall in love with him—like say the words i love you—then you win—but it can’t be in private or anything. there needs to be at least 2 witnesses to prove it. and he has to be the best boyfriend ever, then, you’ll win. if you can manage that, alpha phi will buy your alcohol for the first half of the semester next year, and we’ll make sure to tell every sororities that delta kappa nu is the best frat on campus.”
“and if we loose?” it was geto’s turn to interject, yet his question wasn’t much appreciated by gojo, who elbowed him hard. he muttered something about putting bad energy on their bet if he was already thinking about losing.
“if you guys can’t meet your end of the bargain, we’ll make sure none of the sorority girls come to any of your parties, and we’ll make you do all our house chores for the the year.”
to any outsider, that didn’t seem like the worst outcome in the world, but gojo knew full well that if they couldn’t get any girls out to their parties, there would be no point. not to mention the threat of doing laundry for a house full of girls, or of trying to scrum hair dye out of bathroom tiles. those girls kept their house spotless, meaning it was starting to look like a lifetime of hard labour was ahead of them.
trying to seem confident, gojo grinned. he reached his hand out: “deal.”
yorozu mirrored his expression, eyes closing with glee as she slipped in one more condition.
“there’s one thing i forgot to mention,” she added, squeezing gojo’s hand. “we get to pick the happy couple!”
gojo could swear his eye was twitching, but he knew there was no arguing it. all he could do was watch as yorozu eyed every guy in the room, like she was trying to pick the worst of the worst, the one frat boy who would never agree to something like this—sukuna—what perfect timing. he swayed into the room, unknowingly becoming prey in the well manicured paws of alpha phi. yorozu smiled like she had already won the game. she knew all too well that sukuna was not one to fall head over heels for anyone.
“if you can make him—” she nudged in the direction of the pink haired man, who was seemingly on the hunt for something to drink “ —fall in love with…” her voice trailed off as she began to scan the room for a girl to be the unlucky victim of all of this. her gaze flickered between girls. gojo knew what she was doing—looking for a girl who seemed to be the least likely to be sukuna’s type.
that’s when she landed on you—a natural wallflower, standing amongst your group of friends, awkwardly holding your drink, tugging on the hem of your shirt like you were trying to shed your skin. your glasses slipped from your face, and you kept fidgeting with them, trying to nudge them back up. gojo could feel a cringe forming in his stomach. it’s not like you weren’t cute, but how on earth would he get a guy like sukuna to even talk to a girl like you. even worse—trying to get you to talk to a guy like sukuna. you seem like you’d be the type to flat out reject him.
“...her—”
of course, gojo thought to himself, hands closing into a fist, ready to protest, but yorozu didn’t let him. “—then you guys win! have fun! you have until the end of the school year.”
gojo couldn’t do anything, just watch as yorozu walked away, solidifying her own victory over the frat. just like that, the possibility of them winning virtually went out the window, and gojo had to prepare himself to tell a house full of guys—ones who barely did their own chores—that they were basically becoming houseslaves to alpha phi.
he felt geto place a firm hand on his shoulder, trying to console the president.
“quit acting like a fucking kicked puppy. we haven’t lost yet,” he commented, as if trying to put wind in their own sails. it was like asking for the impossible—like trying to walk on water—and gojo wasn’t some kinda jesus. yet, he’d be damned if alpha phi had their way.
you would fall for sukuna. gojo had to try, at least.
“right,” he nodded along with geto, a sigh shaking his body. quickly he waved sukuna over to them, trying to smile despite the anxiety churning in his stomach. he called out again: “yo, sukuna!”
standing in the threshold of the room, sukuna took up the whole doorway, his large figure towering over most. he was a complete unit, hard muscles making him seem even more sharp and uninviting than the scowl on his face would’ve suggested. it was going to be a real job trying to get this bet to pan out in their favour.
“how would you like to get us in the good graces of every sorority on campus?” gojo put his hands together in a begging position, staring at his frat brother like his life depended on it. “and free alcohol for our parties!”
only, sukuna was not thrilled to even be speaking to gojo. his eyes narrowing in, lip flipping in disgust, as if he was trying his absolute hardest to not sucker punch him right in the eye. he ran a hand through his wispy pink hair before finally coming up with a response.
“fuck off,” he grunted, shoving his hands back into the pockets of his sweater. the gray fabric clung to him loosely, hiding the fact he was built like adonis underneath. he was probably a little bit buzzed—which was their only hope in getting him to agree to the bet they sparked with yorozu. if alcohol couldn’t help them, nothing could.
“what happened to brotherhood, dude?” gojo whined, his voice getting desperate the more sukuna denied him. “you’ve gotta do us this one fucking favour, man.”
“c’mon, sukuna,” geto pleaded, hoping that if there were at least two of them, maybe sukuna would have a harder time disagreeing. either way, though, they both knew it would be a battle to get sukuna on their side.
“what the fuck do i have to do?” he snapped, staring them dead in the eye—which was enough to send a shiver up their spines. the fact, though, that it wasn’t an outright refusal was promising to them.
“see that girl over there, the one that’s leaning against the wall?” geto gestured in your direction with the flick of his head, letting the other man make a visual path to you on his own. he figured sukuna knew what he was talking about with the little grunt he let slip. “alpha phi doesn’t think you can make her fall in love with you—they think we’re all dickheads. so whaddya think?”
“fuck off,” sukuna was quick to bite back in response. “you guys know i don’t do that kinda shit. i’m not about to change that for some fucking bet—espeically ones that involve alpha phi.”
“you just gotta suck it up and do it.” geto said, with a false confidence radiating off of him—sukuna was like a raging bull, and his words were like waving a red flag right in his face. “no one’s saying you’ve gotta marry her or anything. try to be nice to her or something— i don’t fucking know. but if you mess this up, shit’s gonna be real bad for us next year.”
“don’t you want to crush yorozu into a little fucking pulp and see her eat her words?” gojo hoped that the thought of yorozu and the rest of her little coven over at alpha phi losing would spark joy within sukuna, but no response.
“yeah, and do you want to be stuck doing all of alpha phi’s chores for the whole fucking year?” geto interjected, trying to help his buddy.
“fuck no,” sukuna scoffed. yet, he remained firm: “but i’m not doing this fucking bet. the fuck is this the seventh fucking grade?”
that was when gojo’s face darkened, like something grim crossed his mind. he didn’t want it to come to this, but as he put a hand on sukuna’s shoulder, he brought the other boy closer to him. gojo pressed his lips together, having them hover over sukuna’s ear:
“if you don’t,” he started, an ominous tone lingering in his hushed voice. “i’ll tell everyone what happened during freshman year initiation.”
sukuna’s head snapped to the side, his pupils blown wide as if he’d just been slapped in the face with reality. he tried to wager whether or not gojo was bluffing, but it was clear he wasn’t—he was willing to implement himself and the rest of the guys in the frat for some stupid bet.
“you know i’d lose my scholarship if that got out,” he growled, “don’t be stupid. not over this.”
“do your part,” gojo’s voice became scarily low. “and no one will ever know about it. got it?”
“you’re fucking mental,” sukuna hissed, eyes narrowing in on the white haired president. gojo could’ve sworn that he saw steam coming from sukuna’s ears, seeing his the veins on his forehead started to stick out of his skin out of anger.
“pull it together loverboy,” gojo quipped, leaving sukuna with no other choice.
his jaw was locked, teeth practically grinding against each other. sukuna didn’t know how to respond—he could punch gojo square in the jaw and risk everything going south, or he could suck it up and just do what they wanted him to do.
this was the last thing he wanted to get himself involved with. he never wanted a girlfriend, or a relationship, or anything remotely close to that—even if it was just pretend. he wouldn’t have joined a frat if that was the case. all he wanted was to have casual sex, get drunk and get some fuck ass degree—maybe play some hockey while he was at it. he didn’t want the drama, but it seemed like he ended up neck-deep in it, anyways.
“fine,” he complied, voice echoing through grit teeth. “but i’m getting a drink first.”
the two couldn’t complain about that, and subconsciously let out a sigh of relief, watching how their angry bull seemed to keep his temper in check for the first time ever. sukuna walked through the crowd, people naturally avoided him, making a path for him to walk to the kitchen in peace. it was as if he was radiating negative energy.
“let’s hope to god this works,” gojo mumbled, not wanting to stand and watch the rest of the night play out. he just needed to distract himself with some cheap beer and maybe some girl willing to suck him off. he was sure his white hair would turn grey by the end of the night if he stuck around any longer, anyways.
sukuna kept a straight path for the cooler—the one that he had purposefully filled with his favourite kind of beer. yet, a group of guys had been circling it like vultures ready to take what wasn’t theirs. he felt his eye twitch while staring straight at them, his fists clenching even harder. he was two seconds away from losing his shit, taking one step closer to them, exhaling from his nose.
“move,” is all he needed to say, his words reverberating off the walls. no one questioned his looming figure, nor did they want to. as soon as they saw sukuna’s glowing eyes, they moved as quickly as they could, vacating the area around the cooler.
he popped the lid open, satisfied to see that there was still a fair amount of beer left and as he reached for a drink he found himself internally groaning over his situation.
he didn’t want to do this.
he didn’t want to talk to some girl.
he definitely didn’t want to coax her into being in a relationship—a relationship that not even he wanted to be apart of.
he wasn’t the type of guy to try, especially when it came to girls. he slept with the girls he wanted to and sent them on their way when he was done with them. monogamy was not a word that was common in his vocabulary.
sukuna grabbed his keys, using the bottle opener attached to them in order to crack open his beer. he took a long, savoring sip, hoping that it would ease his nerves. the yellowish alcohol hit the back of his throat, the cold feeling waking up his veins. he could feel people staring at him, and he hated it.
what was it that gojo always does to get girls interested in him? he thought as he began to weave back to the living room where you were probably still standing—unknowningly about to have your life completely changed by the medley of his fraternity.
his eyes darted back and forth, trying to find you. he didn’t want to be rude, but you stuck out like a sore thumb—a little bit awkward, clinging to the wall like you didn’t know how to let loose. he sighed to himself, feeling a sense of pity, like the way he felt after seeing an ad for the animal shelter around christmas time. especially when he realized that the girls that were surrounding you before had somehow abandoned you in the few minutes it took him to grab a beer.
you held your cup close to you, staring down in the contents like you didn’t want to finish whatever was in there, lips pressing together anxiously. you were cute enough, with the way you were dressed, glasses framing your face and lips glossy. he didn’t want to impose on your life, yet there he was, letting his feet guide him towards you. he couldn’t stop the plans that were already in motion, because he too, was a pawn in the little fraternity-sorority bet.
what would gojo do? he wondered to himself again, thinking how the obnoxious, whiney, president would handle himself in a situation such as this. he’d probably drop some cheesy pick up line, or to flirt his way into some girl's pants. there was no way in hell sukuna was gonna do something like that. sighing once more, he was standing over you, hoping that his presence alone would catch your attention.
luckily for him, it did.
you lifted your head, gaze meeting his for a moment before you flashed him a friendly smile. it seemed like it was a natural response for you, as if it was in your nature to be cheerful. for the first time, sukuna found himself feeling self conscious, realizing just how much of a fool he was making out of himself.
“hey,” he greeted, trying to smirk even just the smallest bit. he needed to be a little bit tipsier for this to work—which was odd, because he never had problems talking to girls. “are you enjoying the party?”
it irked him to mutter those words—he didn’t care if you were enjoying the party, he didn’t care at all. it was some common courtesy shit that all the brothers used once in a while when they wanted a quick lay. yet, it seemed to work on your doe-eyed demeanour, brightening up your face ever so slightly.
you nodded, nervously tracing your thumb over the smooth rigid of the solo cup. you were still smiling softly, breaths staggered like you were on the verge of saying something only to be cut off by your own self-doubt.
“i am, but it’s my first time at one of these parties, so i feel a little out of place, especially since my friends ran off.” you looked away for a brief moment, like you were mentally kicking yourself over admitting something like that.
“do you want me to help you find them?” he asked, leaning closer towards you so that he didn’t have to yell.
“huh?” you seemed to be caught a little off guard by his question.
“your friends,” he repeated. “do you want to find them?”
the air between the two of you was thick—he hadn’t even asked for your name yet, and he didn’t know anything about you. he thought maybe you’d start to warm up to him if he was at least the slightest bit friendly. his appearance didn’t always scream helpful but it made him cringe to even offer. he tried to control the contortions on his face, and to hide his apathetic emotions.
you shook your head, explaining: “it’s okay, i think they went off with some guys. thanks, though.”
sukuna pursed his lips together—he just wanted to get to the point, maybe ask you to go up to his room, or to maybe give you his number, but he also didn’t want to scare you away yet. too much was at stake, and he wasn’t just thinking about losing the bet with the sorority. gojo’s blackmail was looming over him, like a little angel-devil sitting on his shoulder, nibbling at his ear anytime he felt like just walking away from you.
he kept trying to come up with different questions to ask, but it was like he was scratching out ideas on a chalkboard. he started to form sentences, only for them to be scrapped and tossed into a mental garbage bin. he couldn’t believe how hard it was to hold a normal conversation, and with every fleeting second he felt like an hour passed instead. the silence was growing between you, and as much as he just wanted to let out a large, fed-up sigh, he had to say something.
“that’s kind of rude of them.” is all sukuna mustered up, and it was a pathetic excuse for a conversation starter. he took a big gulp of his beer, hoping it would loosen him up. he could see, though, that his comment made you laugh—then again, you could’ve just been acting polite—or you maybe didn’t even hear him, just acting cordial.
“yeah it is,” you agreed, looking away shyly for just a moment. “especially since they were the ones that wanted to come.”
“is that so?” your statement piqued his interest. you were a bit of an anomaly—never been to a frat party, yet your friends were eager to bring you with them. was this some kind of exposure therapy or something? he wondered, watching as you took a sip, only for your nose to scrunch up.
“do you want something else to drink? we have some fruitier shit in the fridge.” he tried sounded nice in his offer, really, he did. but sukuna did not always have his way with words. thankfully, you nodded along, not too offended by his bluntness.
“yeah. is there a trash can anywhere, so i can throw this out?” sukuna nodded, taking the cup from your hand, stating that he would take care of it. only, he simply left it on one of the coffee tables, noting he would clean it up later. you had no choice but to believe his word.
your next stop was the kitchen, and he put out his hand for you to take. with some hesitancy, you did. he felt how this hand engulfed yours—there was clearly a size difference, one that you seemed to pick up on. he wondered if he was making you nervous, or if you were as intrigued with him as he was with you. you were harder to read than some of the other girls he’d hooked up with in the past, but it surely wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle.
sukuna began to pull you along, holding your hand tightly as you went through the hallways of the frat, bumping into people making out, and different games being played. the game of beer pong, though caught your attention—it seemed like something right out of a movie, and sukuna could sense the way you had slowed down behind him.
turning his head to see, he noticed the way you were eyeing the game. maybe this was his golden ticket.
“do you want to play a round?” he pointed towards the game with his thumb, taking a minute to push his hair out of his face, letting you get a good look at his tattoos.
your eyes widened in shock, quick to shake your head.
“me? no, i’ve never played before, i wouldn’t be any good.” you put your hands up in defense, frantically disagreeing.
sukuna grimaced, unsure on how to say anything remotely reassuring back. he took a deep breath before replying: “well probably better than some of these shitfaced assholes.”
both of you panned your vision over to the game in question, watching how some of the frat boys tossed the ping pong ball into the air, completely missing the cups. they groaned in defeat, scrambling after the little white ball like little puppies. it was a bit of a trainwreck, and sukuna could tell you found the sight amusing by the way your smile seemed to be growing by the second.
“maybe later,” you giggled. “only if we can play as a team, though.” were you flirting? he found it hard to believe, but still, he nodded, taking your hand once more and finally making it to the fridge.
he rummaged through old containers and packs of beer, reaching the very back of it, pulling out a thin can. it was a vodka cooler, pink lemonade flavour from the looks of the design. he passed it to you delicately, letting you accept it with both hands. he was still trying to get a better understanding of who you were, but it was hard to focus with music blasting in his ear.
“come with me,” he said, not letting you try to find a way out of it. yet, your hand found his like a piece of a puzzle, squeezing onto it and stepping through the threshold and entering the outside world. the air was cleaner and the music softened in the distance—it was definitely more private.
it was so loud in there, you didn’t realize that you couldn’t hear your own thoughts until you were finally out of the house.
sukuna brought you to the firepit, one that hadn’t been lit for the night. there were four bench style seats surrounding it, although only one set had the appropriate cushions. the bench practically had your names written all over them and as he sat down you sat down next to him.
sukuna felt awkward.
that was the only way to describe it. his palms were sweating, legs a little shaky. he needed to snap out of it—this behaviour was so unlike him, especially over someone he didn’t give a fuck about.
your phone was resting on your lap, quickly vibrating and snapping him out of his thoughts. he watched as you checked the notification, sighing with a roll of your eyes.
“now they decide to message me,” you grumbled. your frown only lasted seconds, though, quickly replacing it with a smile. you cracked open the can sukuna had given you, explaining how they had gone back to a guys place, leaving you at the frat, sounding disappointed in their abandonment. you drank from the can, this time without giving a sour reaction. the more little sips you took, the bigger your confidence seemed to grow.
“so you’re a part of this frat?” you asked. it was good that you were at least talking to him like a normal person, lifting some of the weight off his shoulders.
“i am. i’m actually the treasurer.” his response was monotone, like he was reading off a script.
you giggled like he said something funny, causing his grip to tighten around his beer.
“i didn’t realize that frats had a treasurer.” he let out a dry chuckle in response, muttering a small yeah. “i guess that makes sense, though, you guys probably have a lot of expenses and stuff with all the parties you throw.”
“most of it comes from building damages, actually.” he replied, it somewhat felt natural to complain about his brothers. you looked focused in what he was saying, and he took it as an excuse to not let the conversation die out.
“y’know some guys can’t fucking control their temper and punch a million fucking holes in the wall,” he stated, not admitting that he was often one of those guys.
“hm, interesting. to be expected with all that testosterone.” you took another long sip, your body leaning a little closer to him. “how'd you get the position? did all the guys have to vote, or what? i mean voting would make the most sense.”
“i mean yeah typically, but none of those fuckers wanted to be treasurer cause it’s too much fucking paperwork.” he rubbed his thumb against his beer bottle, trying to just act natural—maybe turn the swearing down, he was with a girl, afterall.
“and you like paperwork or something?” your playful question made him subconsciously smile.
“oh yeah, love that shit,” he joked sarcastically. he shook his head, a laugh caught in his throat. “nah, i’m the only fucking business major in the house, they called it hands on experience.”
“so you were voluntold?” you asked as if you already figured out the answer to his question, sighing. “well that kinda sucks.”
an air of silence loomed over the two of you, and for a moment, it felt as though neither of you knew what to say. sukuna was staring off at the distant, zoned out, letting the sounds of the party drown out his thoughts.
he then shifted his attention on you, catching the way the dull lighting of the moon reflected onto your face. you seemed soft, gentle-almost—your breath slowly making your chest rise and fall, like you were a little more nervous than you were letting on. he realized that he hadn’t gotten your name yet.
“are you a sophomore?" you asked him before he could ask you. you were obviously trying to fill the silence, and he was starting to get irritated at himself for not being able to act a little quicker.
“no. junior. what about you?” this was not the type of conversation he wanted to be having—dry, practically one sided. yet, he endured it.
“i’m a sophomore,” you responded, taking another sip of your fruity drink. “i know this is random, but you’re on the hockey team, right? i’ve seen your picture on the gym wall— i mean, like when i write exams in the athletic complex. i always see your face, at least it looks like you—y’know the pink hair.”
sukuna was taken aback by the revelation—he forgot about that, and he cringed at the reminder that his face plastered on the university walls for the foreseeable future. the image of him standing in his gear—albiet without his helmet—crooked smile against his lips, stick in hand. of course, this was well before he got his face tattoos—no university would display a picture of him now.
he felt a twitch in his gut and an inkling of irritation bubbling at the idea of it. yet, he also couldn’t deny the way his cheeks became dusted pink simultaneously.
“yeah. i hate that picture, though.” he nursed on his beer, trying not to smirk when he saw you grinning from the corner of his eye. he was starting to notice how infectious your laugh seemed to be.
“why? you look good in it!” you tried cheering him up. “plus isn’t the team really good? i remember my roommate in freshman year always wanted me to go to the games, but i was always busy with classes.”
“well maybe you can come to a game this year, if you’re not as busy.” he never offered for girls to come watch him play. it was his biggest boundary that he always subconsciously drew. the ice was like his sacred space—somewhere he could let loose, and he did not want to ruin it by seeing the face of some random girl he had hooked up with in the crowd. yet, there he was, inviting you anyway.
“that sounds like fun. my classes sem like they’re gonna be a little heavy this term, but i’ll try, y’know?.” there was a twisting feeling in sukuna’s gut, like he’d just been rejected. you didn’t say no, but you didn’t say yes, and it seemed as if you were trying to come up with an excuse not to go.
it wasn’t like he cared, though. no, the last thing he was worried about was whether or not you showed up to one of his games. he feel his hand flexing awkwardly, tightening his grip against his drink. he stared up at the sky for a brief second, cursing himself. sukuna looked back at you, forcing himself to speak.
“i get it,” he replied, even though he didn’t really. “what kinda courses are you taking?”
he was convinced that he was about to start banging his head into the firepit if he had to do any more small talk. he was going to kill gojo and put his head on a spear to warn any of the other frat guys that he was not to be messed with.
“right now i’m taking a mix of different science courses and a couple of english ones, too. i’m doing a double major in english and biology, so i need to meet all those requirements.” you seemed to have a lot to say. he took in about fifty percent about what you were saying, dissociating as you kept talking. “it’s not too bad, but a lot of reading. like so much reading. and it’s good because at least my english courses don’t have any labs so it’s not…”
he didn’t really listen to the rest of your little ramble, going on about comparing the two subjects, but saying overall you were swamped with school work.
“i can imagine.” he started. he thought of gojo again, even though he didn’t want to be thinking of that bastard, there he was, front and center in this imagination, wearing an irritating grin. he could hear his agitating voice ringing in his head, urging him to be kinder, more tolerable, think about the bet. he could be charming, and likeable for a night, if he wanted, but if there was anything he hated more than gojo, it was being told what to do.
you seemed nice, and like the last thing you were looking for was a guy that was just going to ruin your life. it wasn’t your fault that the sorority girls were picking on you, or that mr. meathead gojo satoru decided to concoct this arrangement.
sukuna started to feel something just for a moment, something that he didn’t usually feel: guilt.
“how come your friends decided to bring you to a frat house? is it your first time going out or something?” he hoped that his question would change the topic of conversation, and to get him to forget about that sensation in his stomach.
you shook your head, “the reason is a little embarrassing, to be honest.”
“you can tell me,” he answered quickly, catching you off guard. you shivered in the cold, noticing the way sukuna draped his arm over you. it was weird to have someone so close, and even though you just met, you found yourself pouring your guts out to him, babbling on and on. maybe he was going to judge you, maybe he wasn’t. all you knew was that in the worst case scenario, you never had to see him again.
“okay, but promise you won’t judge?” you could sense you were starting to get a little tipsy, especially with the way your words seemed to flow right out of you—the drink he offered you must’ve been stronger than you anticipated. there was no more shyness controlling your every move and it was as if any anxiety temporarily left your body.
“promise.” he confirmed.
you signed, looking into his eyes. you noticed how they were a reddish kind of colour, one that you didn’t see often on people. even though he had a rough exterior, he seemed like a decent guy.
“they thought if they brought me here, i’d find a boyfriend.” you sounded embarrassed to even admit that—like it made you come off as a little bit desperate. but, by the tone of your voice, he could tell that wasn’t even the worst of it—like you were testing the waters with him. ironically, if finding a boyfriend is what you wanted, it was your lucky day. sukuna nodded, letting you continue. “but i was very clear when i told them i wasn’t looking for anything serious, like at all—i just….”
your voice had trailed off, and heat crawled up your neck. you took one long gulp of your cooler, carefully wiping your lips of it afterwards. you wanted to finish your thought, but it seemed like your own self-consciousness was holding you back.
“i just…want to get laid, i guess.” your body felt hot with embarrassment, knowing full and well this wasn’t something you should’ve been admitting to someone you just met. yet, you didn’t see the harm.
sukuna was taken aback by it all, that you were so blunt after being so shy. it made him let out a dry chuckle, something to which made you whine. “hey! you said no judging.”
“i’m not!” he put his hands up in defense, “just took me by surprise, that’s all.”
“why?” you objected with a pout, “is it because i’m a little awkward? nerdy girls want sex, too, y’know.”
“really?” he liked how this new wave of faux-confidence started washing over you, and before he realized it, he was closer to you—dangerously so. maybe if this was a game, he might as well go along with it all. maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, despite gojo being the one to instigate it—it could even be entertaining, even if it was a pain in his ass.
your lips were only inches away from him, and he could see the way your body was leaning into him.
you nodded at his question, letting out a shaky breath. he could tell you were flustered. if this was something you wanted, he could surely give it to you, it could be a start to fulfilling his end of the bet—he just hoped it wouldn’t be painstakingly difficult.
“do you want my help with that, then?” his voice was hushed, speaking to you in a low tone. it made your thigh press together, followed by another short nod.
sukuna brought his hand to cup your cheek, stroking across the smoothness of your skin before bringing it against your lip. he dragged his thumb over the glossiness, feeling how wet it was, and how you were somehow mystified by his action.
“say it.”
“i want your help,” you obediently replied, voice just as hushed—something that only he could hear. “please help me.”
“that’s it,” he muttered, wasting no more time.
sukuna didn’t hesitate, seizing the moment that had presented itself to him. he let his lips smash onto yours, meeting you with a feverish hunger. his skin was on fire like he had been craving something, and it was only until this kiss that he understood what it was.
you pushed into him, sloppily moving your lips and tongue, teasing his mouth without even trying. he tilted his head to the side, enveloping you even more in his presence, smelling the cologne on his clothes, and the way he tasted like beer.
you brought one hand to the crook of his neck, gliding the pads of your fingertips against his exposed skin. you could feel the goosebumps forming against his flesh, and carefully, your finger nails dragged along his nape, tugging at the roots of hair. you were driving his crazy without even knowing it, and as he grunted against your lips you pulled away for a brief second.
it was an overwhelmingly erotic scene, and you knew if anyone saw you, they’d be thinking the same exact thing.
your mouth was swollen from his rough kisses, tongue wet with excitement, panties clinging to your pussy. you could feel the arousal pooling, and you needed him to do something about it.
sukuna retracted his hand from your cheek, letting it fall into your lap easing up and down your thigh, his fingers poking at the plushness of your inner leg. he made you feel dizzy with just a touch, and as he brought you back in for a second round of messy making-out, you could feel your glasses fogging up, cheeks burning with desire.
this time, he removed himself ever so slowly, taking his time, savouring the flavor of your lipgloss against his lips. his shallow breaths filled your ear, staring into his eyelids as he quickly opened his vision to see you looking at him. you gulped, hoping that he was a mindreader, because he wanted nothing more than for him to stand up, grab your smaller hand in his and to drag you up to his room.
your core was aching, practically begging for an ounce of attention. it had been forever since you found yourself in this situation, and you could feel yourself getting more sensitive to every small administration that he was bringing onto you. even the way he squeezed you, bringing you closer to him made your heart thump excessively.
“let’s go to my room,” he offered, and you knew what the implications of that were. of course, you weren’t going to disagree, nodding at his words.
“yeah,” you breathed, voice airy and a little bit lost in thought. he had put you in a trance—a complete stranger sweeping you off your feet like this was not something you were used to. you whispered another approval: “yes please.”
sukuna rose to full height, hand extended like it had been earlier in the night. you took his hand like it was muscle memory, letting him guide you back to the frat house.
the rooms felt busier—more alive, warmer even. they felt familiar, and the path to his room, while it was the first time you walked it became ingrained in your mind—a place you would unknowingly be coming back to later.
his room was nothing extremely noteworthy—it was a typical guys room. not to messy, not too clean. it smelt like laundry and the same cologne that he wore everyday. there were a handful of band posters pinned to the wall and a couple of hockey medals hanging from a clothing hook. even in the dimness you could tell he had good taste when it came to styling a room, but there wasn’t too much time to get particular about all the details.
he clicked the door shut, signalling that he had locked it and without a minute to spare, his hand found the back of your neck, pulling you into him, lips connected once again. your breasts pressed against his chest, his hands slipping down to your ass, leaning down so that you could wrap your arms around his neck. everything was moving in slow motion, the way he was feeling you up, to the way he was lighting you in the air, forcing you to cross your legs around his waist, pressing your warm cunt against his core.
he didn’t stop kissing you, not even taking a minute to get a breath of air. his mouth was rough, going after you like a predator, leaving open mouthed kisses all over your lips and neck. you gasped feeling his tongue lick across your skin, listening to how he muttered something about you tasting sweet—your head was buzzing from the stimulation, about feeling weightless in his grasp, giving up full control to this mysterious frat boy.
you soon felt him start to lower you onto his bed—the only gentle action he seemed to be capable of in that moment. your head lay flat against the pillow, feeling how he parted your legs and slotted comfortably right between them. his motions were like a ritual, preparing himself to unravel you piece by piece.
his hips jutted forward, pressing his dick against your clothed cunt. he was hard, and the more he rubbed up against you the better you could feel his size. he was big—that wasn’t even an exaggeration. his long shaft sent shivers down your spine, making your mouth water with excitement.
whining against his lips, you rubbed your pussy back onto him, arching your back off the bed, trying to get closer to him. at the same time, his hands ran down your sides, slowly making their way to your tits, taking them in his palms and rubbing slowly before nudging themselves underneath your top.
his hand felt calloused, like an athlete who had been training his whole life. it didn’t help that he moved with such rigidness, you couldn’t help but gasp as he prodded against your bra. slipping his hands over your nipples, he pinched and tugged at them, allowing his tongue to do the same against your lips.
without wasting another minute, your shirt was off and hitting the floor. sukuna brought his head down, placing his kisses against the curve of your breasts. he reached underneath your back and finally unclipped it—a skill he seemed to be very savvy in. his motions continued as he peeled off your bra, exposing your nipples to the crisp air of his room, making you momentarily cover yourself up.
smirking, sukuna only removed your arms, pinning them down at your sides before lowering his mouth. unlocking his jaw, he latched onto your right nipple, rolling his tongue over the bud.
a whimper escaped your lips, body trembling under him, hips snapping forward against his crotch as a response. the mixture of your body heat was driving you insane, wanting more from him—you opened your mouth to let out a moan, his grip on you loosening before putting his fingers to use on your other breast.
“that feels so good,” you admitted, eyes fluttering shut, enjoying the way he sucked your breasts. your head tilted back, humming in relief with the way he stimulated you. his head bobbed, giving them a good squeeze, feeling every inch of your tits until you were trembling in pleasure.
“yeah?” sukuna popped his head up, removing himself from your chest, staring at the way his saliva glossed over your nipples. “you like it when i touch you like this?”
“mhm,” you whined in reply, feeding into his dominating presence. he just made it so easy, with the way his hands completely covered your breasts, how his body towered over you—how his cock was pressing into your center.
with your legs still wrapped around his waist, you mustered all your strength into your core, lifting your body and bringing sukuna onto his back. he seemed surprised by this—eyes wide like saucers seeing the way you were now straddling him. your ass was nestled right over his hard cock, rubbing itself up and down..
“take this off,” you mumbled, pulling at the hem of his sweater. you didn’t know what came over you, especially with this confident attitude—one moment you were submissive, the next you were eager to take him for a ride. sukuna, though, was intrigued—he wanted to see if you were up for the challenge.
any clothes that were adorning the top half of his body had been discarded along with your own—lost in his floor. but, it didn’t matter, not now that he has revealed to you the chiselled body that was trapped under those layers. your eyes must’ve been the size of the moon based on the way sukuna began to tease you.
“like what you see?” his voice echoed in your mind, contributing to the haze washing over your brain—your cunt fluttering at the sight in front of you. nodding, you lowered your body, making sure to catch your clit on his covered cockhead.
you couldn’t help but nod, feeling how his hands found your ass like a magnet. he slowly guided you up and down, dragging your cunt over his sweatpants. there was a lust blown over in his pupils, making his irises look much darker than they did in the moonlight. you enjoyed it, embracing the way he just let you hump him like this—with drool coming down your lips, tits bouncing, eyes rolling back ever so slightly.
“you little fucking freak,” he said, half-chuckle, half-moan, stuck with the view of you rolling your hips on him like a dog in heat. his palms found your breasts again, massaging them as you proceeded to grind down on him. he continued with his words: “all this time i thought you were some basket-case—nah, you’re a fucking closet slut. look at you…”
his voice was laced with honey, hiding his cruel words. his mocking tone and devilish smile made you forget all about the fact this was one of your first—and only—interactions.
“you feel so big,” is what you replied with, not bothering to fully face the comments he was making about you—since they only egged you on further. circling your hips, you needed more relief—this wasn’t enough to make you cum, and the more you thought about his otherworldly length, the less control you had over the words that came out of your mouth.
“yeah? got you so fucking cockdrunk and ya’ haven’t even seen it yet.” grabbing you by the back of the neck again, he pulled you down so that he could kiss your lips one more time. from there, you began to make a path, busying your own lips.
sukuna’s breath hitched as you worked your way down, brushing over his defined abs, running your cheek against his skin, carefully tracing your fingers over his happy trail. all of it led up to the waistband of his pants, and the obvious erection that was hidden underneath. his hand reached out and pet your head, smoothing down your hair for a moment and cupping your jaw.
“that’s it sweetheart,” his encouragement broke from his rough exterior just momentarily, but you could see the way he bit his lips that he was anticipating your reaction—specifically to what was hidden underneath the sweatpants.
your fingers looped under the sweats, slowly and carefully pulling them down, grabbing his boxers, too, while you were at it. your heart was racing, itching to see what was under there—and when it flung back and slapped against his stomach, you felt yourself catching your breath.
seeing it was different than feeling it—the way the thick shaft laid against his skin, pulsing, veins running from the base to the tip; the tip flushed and pink, waiting for your mouth to kiss it. if you skin wasn’t hot before, it definitely was now, staring down his dick, tongue slightly running along your lower lip.
“do i look as big as a i feel?” he asked, an air of arrogance in his tone. nodding, you reached your hand out, wrapping your fingers around the base delicately, like you’d hurt him if you gripped too hard.
hovering over his hard cock, you let a wad of saliva fall from your lips, coating his tip and slowly rolling down his length. he sighed at the contact, placing one arm behind his head, prompting him up like it was a pillow. your hand started to move, using the spit as lube, moving up and down, twisting your wrist ever so slightly.
bringing your face ever-so closer, your breath covered his dick. opening your mouth, you mustered up all the courage that was left inside you and wrapped your lips around him, sucking gently against the most sensitive spot.
you could feel the way your glasses started slipping down your nose, threatening to fall against him. yet, you persisted. dropping your head, your started to take more and more of him into your throat, trying your hardest not to gag. his cock was coated in your saliva now, glistening as you continued to administer the reliable pumping motions.
“fuck,” sukuna hissed, somewhat surprised on how much he was enjoying it. he didn’t think you would’ve known what to do—and maybe that was a little mean, but could you blame him?
trying to take all of him again, you could feel the way his flushed tip touched the back of your throat, making you cough, spit dangling and connected your mouth to his cock. he was almost impossible to take fully, but whatever you couldn’t comfortably place into your mouth was being taken care of with your hands.
“just like that—” he huffed out, extending his arm and digging his fingers into the roots of your hair. he used that as leverage to push you further down, entranced with the way you looked trying to suck him off.
your hollowed cheeks, your steamed up glasses, the way your eyes were watering with having your mouth so full—it was cute. he rutted his hips up into your mouth momentarily, just to tease you a little and make you jerk.
you couldn’t say anything—not just because your lips were preoccupied, but because all the thoughts in your brain had somehow escaped you, and the only thing important in the moment was his dick.
“you’re a fucking cockslut, aren’t you ? gagging and shit—fuck,” he cursed again, lost in the sight of you.
finally, you released his cock from your mouth, taking a gasp for air, feeling the way your face had become absolutely sloppy—covered in a mixture of precum and spit. tears prickled your eyes as you took a deep breath, wiping away the mess with the back of your hand.
your throat needed a break, but you couldn’t keep yourself away from him—not with the way he was staring down at you, a smug look flickering in his eyes, thinking he had broken you.
you moved yourself down a little more, pressing your nose into the bottom of his shaft, tongue gliding across his heavy balls, hearing the way he gasped, a hand instantly meeting the back of your head.
“dirty fucking slut.” sukuna’s teeth were clamped down, eyes shut, which egged you on more. taking them into your mouth, you let your tongue continue toy with his balls, hand stroking him at the same time. a stifled moan escaped his throat, rumbling from his chest as thumbed the tip of his cock. you didn’t want to stop, not when you were getting these reaction from him, but he had other plans.
he pulled you from your hair, removing you, chest rising and falling with the quick breaths that he took. his abs tightened with every inhale, and you could tell by the look in his face that he was close to cumming.
“take the rest of your clothes off,” he breathed. “now.”
his sternness rattled your bones, making you jump to your feet. unbuttoning your jeans, you shimmed out of them, letting them pool at your ankles. you could feel his eyes burning holes into you, eyeing up your panties, and the way your thighs seemed to press together. with the palm of his hand running over his hard cock, you watched as he jerked himself at the view. your panties were next, of course, and as you slid them off, you could hear him continue to swear.
“come here,” he grunted, and you did as you were told. you straddled his waist, face near his again, letting your lips meet once more. he grabbed a handful of your ass, jiggling it in his palm, feeling how your whimpers vibrated against his mouth.
your nails dug into his shoulders, slowly dragging down to his chest. there were little red lines forming against his skin but you didn’t care, not with the rough and hungry way he ate up the kiss.
you pulled back for a brief moment,a conflicted feeling starting to arise within you at the next question you needed to ask.
“do you….” your voice trailed off, sounding small. “do you have a condom?”
“shit, yeah,” he turned his head, reaching to his side dresser, opening the drawer and rummaging through. your heart was thumping as he slipped it on, worrying about ruining the mood—that maybe this wouldn’t be as good now that you had brought him out of his lust-driven headspace. the quietness irked your ears, but he was quick to refill the silence, leaning into your ear to whisper:
“i want to see you fucking spread open on my cock,” he said, making your stomach flutter. “and see you bounce on my dick ‘til you fucking cum.”
he must’ve heard the way you caught your breath at his words, because you could hear the smirk on his lips as he continued to tease.
“why so shy all of a sudden? thought nerdy girls want to get fucked too?” he snickered, “isn’t this what you’ve been craving? to get slutted out all night long? —you don’t have to say anything, i already know the answer.”
you clung onto him harder as you felt his fingers start to creep near your weeping cunt. it was no secret your were horny for him, but of course, like a typical fratboy, he had to soak in his own self-importance.
“i wanna feel this wet fucking pussy creaming on my cock, you know that? feel the way it twitches when you cum. shit, you want that too, don’t you?”
“mhm–really bad,” you replied, to which he sighed, the aching in your core growing more and more as time went on.
“i wanna ride it,” you confessed, cheeks hot with lust. you could feel the way he was looking at you—his bright eyes finding amusement in your request. you pressed your lips together, moving your lips to align with him, taking ahold of it in your hands.
“you think you can take it all?” he teased, causing you to nod. surely, it would be a challenge—he didn’t seem easy to ride, but the more you thought about it, the more you wanted it.
hovering over his cock, you teased your entrance, dragging him along your folds. you were dripping wet, your arousal coating the tip of his dick. you carefully began to sit down on it, feeling how your walls stretched around his length. there was a painful sting that lasted momentarily, the discomfort bubbling into pleasure in a matter of seconds. you felt full and he wasn’t all the way in yet. you had to stop, catching your breath, his hands meeting your ass to help guide you down his cock.
“that’s it, you’re doing good.” his unexpected praise made your chest tighten. you gulped, before letting you jaw go slack, a guttural moan slipping out. his cock was twitching inside you, nails making little crescent moons into your butt.
“almost there,” he grunted, and you could feel your eyes starting to roll back, drool threatening to fall from your mouth. you didn’t have much left to go, and you could swear your whole body was trembling.
finally, you took every inch of him, panting as though you had hiked mount everest. it was as if he was tickling your belly button, filling up every part of your cunt, making you whine without even moving. getting used to his size took longer than expected, bracing your hands against his chest, clinging onto some sense of stability.
“feels good,” you whimpered, starting every so slowly to roll your hips forward. his tip hit against your sensitive spots hidden deep within you, making a tear roll down your face. it was so much all at once, and the more you jutted your hips forward, letting your clit rub against his abs, the closer you felt to cumming.
it didn’t help when his rough palms began to caress your breasts, massaging and pinching at your nipples. the harshness made you yelp, clenching around him even more.
“look at you,” he sighed out, “glasses all foggy, fucking brain empty—shit you look good like this.”
his words made your head spin, encouraging you to keep your motions consistent. the more your moved your body, the more shallow your breaths became, taking all your energy into riding his cock.
“getting tired?” he questioned, not out of concern, but out of victory. you didn’t want to stop, but you knew you couldn’t keep your pace up any longer—he was just too big.
“mhm,” you whimpered, your shaky tone and glassy eyes making you chuckle.
“c’mere,” he insisted, opening up his arms slightly, letting your body fall down onto him. he was positioned in a way that put his mouth right next to your ear, leaving ample opportunity for him to whisper dirty little nothings to you.
before he could speak, though, sukuna brought his knees up, planing his feet into the mattress and wrapped his arms around your waist. he began to piston himself up, his dick filling your cunt at a steady rhythm at first, letting you get used to the position.
“poor little girl,” he said, “too exhausted to keep riding—thought you wanted it so bad, hm? what happened to that?”
you sniffled in response, body on a high. he only went faster, holding onto you for momentum.
“fuck—you just needed to get stuffed either way, doesn’t matter how right?” he took a second to take a breath, “tight fucking cunt squeezing me like she’s tryin’ to choke me.”
“don’t stop,” you groaned, words slurring together, but clearly by the quick snapping of his hips, and the way his thighs slapped against your ass, that he wasn’t planning on stopping until you were gushing all over him.
“hah, i can feel you fucking clamping down on me—you wanna cum? yeah? cum for me—cum all over my dick.”
“o-oh–shit—i—!” you squeaked, your orgasm washed over you. the tension that had been boiling in your stomach finally released itself. you could feel yourself shaking, walls tightening on his girthy cock, making his head fling back, your moans mixing together and echoing in each other's ears.
he began to slow down, letting you come down for your high before turning to face you, his lips crashing against yours in a passionate haze. yet, it doesn’t last long, because before you know it he’s manoeuvring your body as if you weigh nothing, flipping you onto your back.
sukuna was close to you, so close that the pinks tufts of his hair brush against your forehead as the space between you is closed once more. he pecks you quickly, lining himself up with your wet pussy, slapping his tip against your already overstimulated clit.
“hey!” you whine, flinching and back arching off the mattress. he thought it was funny. you didn’t have a chance to make any other remarks, as he slid himself back into you with ease.
your arms wrapped around him, nails creating those same red lines against his back, matching the ones on his chest.
“you drive me crazy when you do that,” he stated, eyes locked in on yours. he liked the way you were whining, desperate but in over your head, driven by pleasure, blind to the way your body was squirming under him. his dick was clinging to your velvet walls, watching the way you peered back up at him to meet his gaze.
he didn’t waste any more time, bringing his hips back before slamming them back down, not blind to the way your legs locked around his waist, holding him close. clingy, he thought, cute.
any makeup that you had been wearing had been smudged, lips glossy with saliva, tear stains against your cheeks from the strength of your orgasm. as his dick thrust deeper and deeper inside of you, it was clear you weren’t trying to hold back your sounds anymore—straight pornography rolled out of your mouth, gasping, whimpering, moanins—it was driving him crazy.
“i’m close again” you whined, nails poking so deep they threatened to draw blood. but he knew he couldn’t slow down now. not with the way the plaping sounds reverberated off his walls, and the way you seemed to be melting into his body. your cunt threatened to swallow him whole, spasming with every motion of his hips.
“cum” he urged, “do it—all over my cock like a good fucking whore.”
nodding, babbling, drooling, your second orgasm seemed to send shock waves throughout your body, making you convulse.
sukuna broke free from your grip, lifting himself up, cock still nestled deep inside of you. he could feel himself teetering to the edge of his own orgasm, and he figured if you kept clenching around him, he wouldn’t be lasting much longer.
he reached his hand out, gently wrapping it around your neck before squeezing ever so slightly, feeling the way your weak breath gasped.
“fuck,” he cursed, “i wish i could just fucking fill you up—shit you’re tight—ohhh fuck, yeah, you like the thought of that? of being stuffed full of cum? let my load out into you until it’s fucking spilling down your thighs?”
he let out another loud groan, the thought turning him on even more than he already was. he felt the way you clawed at his forehand, trying to feel him in anyway you could, body still trembling from your orgasm.
“yes, yes, yes,” was all you seemed to be about to respond with.
“yeah—fuck” he drew out his words, eyes shutting, mouth slightly agape, his cum filling the rubber that was snug around his cock. he could feel the way his cock was throbbing, wishing that he was in there raw, cum painting your insides.
you took deep breaths, eyes fluttering shut. sukuna watched with intent, panting off his own high. his grip loosened on our neck, and instead took his thumb and brushed away your tears. his cock was softening, but the more he stared at your fucked-out expression, the more it became to stir, threatening to get hard again.
but, with the ways your eyes seemed to close, he didn’t think another round was in the cards. even he was feeling tired and looking over at the time, it was almost two in the morning. the party downstairs was still raging, and it probably wouldn’t be done until much, much, later.
“shit,” he sighed, removing himself from you, discarding the used condom. he watched the way you turned to your side, reaching for a pillow, holding onto it dearly, sleep threatening to overtake you. you took in the scent of the lavender detergent, finding something comforting in the way the sheets felt against your skin.
“let me get you a towel or something,” he mumbled, running a hand over his face. he started to sit up, reaching for his sweatpants, slinging them over his semi-hard cock, grabbing whatever wife-beater tank top he had laying around.
he wasn’t the kind of guy to provide a lot of aftercare—usually his hook ups would do it themselves, or scurry away. they seldom stayed the night, and he definitely didn’t enjoy it when random girls were in his bed too long. but he figured this was different. not when there was something at stake—he had the whole frat to think about, plus the bet that was looming over his head.
sukuna watched how you nodded, a little yawn slipping past your lips. he grunted, whisking himself towards his ensuite bathroom—one that he was lucky enough to have.
he found a small washcloth, and dampened it with warm water, ringing out any excess. he sighed to himself before reentering his room and leaning over the bed. you had curled up a little, arms wrapped around his pillow, breathing in the scent. you didn’t seem to mind that your glasses were being pushed in an unnatural position, too overcome by the weight of your orgasms to care.
“hey, open your legs a little,” he said with a bit of a grumble. he didn’t want to have to pry them open himself, watching carefully the way you revealed your glossy cunt, one that was dripping with your arousal. typically, the mess he made was much bigger—with his own cum painting the girl, so this wasn’t anything too strenuous.
he patted the cloth down, making sure to gage your reaction, just in case it was too cold. you had no qualms, though, and usually, this was the extent of his so called after-care. the girl would get up, put her clothes back on and leave. yet, something felt different about it.
maybe it was because gojo’s face was constantly tormenting his imagination, urging him to choose kindness over assholery—but still. he scratched the back of his neck, awkwardly asking:
“do you…want water, too, or like, something to drink?”
you nodded again, signalling to him that he actually needed to take you up on the offer. his lips pressed together, forming an unwavering frown. sighing once again, he turned on his heel and made his way out the door, making sure to open and close it quick as to not see you laying against his bedsheets.
he moved swiftly to the kitchen, looking for a bottle of water—if there even were any. hopefully one of the nitwit pledges had refilled the britta. he was already preparing a list of grievances in his mind when an agitating voice rang in his ears.
“jesus christ, did you get mauled by a fucking honeybager or something?” gojo was leaning against the counter, drinking a cooler, eyes scanning over his frat brother’s back and chest.
sukuna stared down at his body, forgetting about the scratches you’d left on him. yet, he didn’t acknowledge the question, simply rolling his eyes and continuing to rummage through the fridge for a bottle of water. he swore that he had seen one earlier, but the chances of it being there were getting slimmer by the second.
“hellooo—earth to sukuna.” gojo nudged him, his eyebrows furrowing, his blue eyes darkening. there was a rage building up in the president, one that usually didn’t pop out. “bro, do not tell me you’re hooking up with some random chick right now.”
sukuna was growing more and more irritated the closer gojo got to him, but he wasn’t in the mood to lose his cool, moving onto the next cooler instead, crossing his fingers that there was some water in there.
“fuck off,” he waved the president off, leaning over to open the lid, satisfied to see a handful of bottles sitting amongst the ice. “you wanted me to do my part, didn’t you?”
gojo’s frown instantly flipped into a cheeky grin, eyes wide, almost in disbelief. he ran a hand through his white lock, unable to stop a childish giggle from passing his lips.
“you’re telling me she did that?” the immaturity was somewhat jarring, and sukuna figured if he rolled his eyes any harder he would lose any brain cells he had left.
“go fuck yourself,” he replied, walking backupstairs, not caring to get caught up in any more of gojo’s instant questioning. he had to shake off his boiling anger, shutting his eyes for a moment, trying to focus on where he was going.
to a girl he barely knew—one that he had to force himself to be kind to—to manipulate and coerce.
it was a rotten situation and just because he was heartless didn’t mean that he couldn’t recognize that. he sighed at the reality of it all, creaking the door open to see you half asleep against his bed. his lips pressed together, pursing out slightly.
“here,” he extended the offer of the waterbottle, which you accepted. with your eyes threatening to shut, you took a long, drawn out sip. sukuna watched awkwardly. “you can stay the night. it’s late.”
he wasn’t sure if you had heard him—he wasn’t exactly speaking very loudly. the sentence tumbled from his mouth like his body was rejecting the very words he was muttering. it didn’t seem to matter though, as you had drifted to sleep anyways.
“fuck,” sukuna cursed to himself. he felt like he was committing some kind of crime, especially with the way he tugged his bedsheet over your frame, letting you sleep. it was too nice, too intimate—all the things he swore he wasn’t capable of. what made it worse was that it was all just a silly game, one that he had been dragged into against his will.
he laid down next to you, hands to himself, staring aimlessly at his ceiling. he had two choices: to fall asleep now, or to return to the party downstairs. while the answer seemed obvious, he was conflicted. going down meant running the risk of bumping into gojo, or worse: yorozu. staying meant he was following gojo’s wishes like an obedient lap dog—the thought of that alone made his stomach churn.
he swallowed his indecisiveness and shut his eyes, letting the events of the evening replay again and again. he realized that he still didn’t know your name, something that was never a problem before yet now something felt askew. he rested a hand on his stomach, biting his cheek.
it was probably best to wait until morning to bother asking, after all, you were supposed to fall in love with him—that couldn’t happen if you didn’t at least exchange names. all of it seemed like a problem for another day, and as his body began to sink into the mattress, overcome with the heavy feeling of sleep sukuna didn’t fight it. he slipped into unconsciousness, only to get woken up hours later to an intense knocking at his door.
“wakey wakey, loverboy!”
he didn’t realize it was possible to get so pissed off first thing in the morning, yet there he was, listening to gojo’s shrilly screams from the hallway. he wanted to break the door down and smash it over his head, but he was too tired for that.
you, he remembered.
but, when his head snapped to the side, you were gone.
great, he thought. just fucking great.