frat!kuna taking care of you at your first frat party . . . (shy!reader)
the bass was so loud it vibrated in your teeth.
you were standing just inside the front door of the massive frat house, clutching the hem of your sweater like it was a lifeline. the place was packed—bodies grinding, red cups everywhere, someone yelling “CHUG CHUG CHUG” in the distance. the air smelled like cheap beer, weed, and way too much cologne.
you felt completely out of place.
ryomen sukuna—your boyfriend of three weeks, the walking red flag with pink hair and tattoos crawling up his neck—was right beside you, one big hand resting possessively on your lower back.
he looked right at home. black button-up half-unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up, that lazy dangerous smirk already on his face. people kept nodding at him as they passed, some even doing double-takes when they saw you tucked against his side.
“you good, baby?” he asked, voice low enough that only you could hear it over the music.
you nodded quickly, even though your heart was racing. “yeah. just… loud.”
he snorted, thumb rubbing a small circle on your back. “told you it was gonna be loud. you still wanted to come.”
“i wanted to see what your world looks like,” you mumbled, cheeks heating up. you were the shy bookish girl who spent friday nights in the library, and he was the infamous frat president who threw parties that ended up on the campus group chat for all the wrong reasons.
sukuna leaned down, lips brushing your ear. “my world’s a lot less interesting when you’re not in it.”
you blushed harder. he’d been doing that lately—saying sweet things in that rough voice like it was nothing. it always caught you off guard.
he guided you deeper into the house, keeping you close so no one bumped into you too hard. when a drunk guy stumbled past and almost spilled his drink on you, sukuna’s arm shot out, steadying the cup with one hand while pulling you tighter against his side with the other.
“watch it,” he growled at the guy, voice low and dangerous.
the guy mumbled an apology and scurried away.
sukuna looked down at you, smirk softening just a fraction. “you want something to drink? non-alcoholic. i know you don’t do the hard shit.”
you nodded, surprised he remembered. “just soda is fine.”
he disappeared for maybe two minutes and came back with a can of coke and a bottle of water. he handed you the coke, then cracked the water open for himself.
“stay close,” he said, leaning in again. “if anyone bothers you, tell me. i’ll handle it.”
you sipped your drink, feeling a little warmer. he wasn’t acting like the wild party animal everyone warned you about. he was… attentive. almost gentle.
an hour later you were tipsy.
you only had two drinks (sukuna made sure they were weak and watched the guy pour them), but you were a lightweight and the music was making your head spin in the best way. you were giggling at everything, clinging to sukuna’s arm as he led you to a quieter corner of the backyard.
“you’re cute when you’re drunk,” he muttered, guiding you to sit on a low stone wall.
“i’m not drunk,” you protested, even though you were swaying a little. “i’m… pleasantly buzzed.”
he snorted and crouched in front of you, hands on your knees to steady you. “yeah? then why are you trying to take your shoes off?”
you looked down. sure enough, you were fumbling with the straps of your heels.
“they’re uncomfortable,” you whined.
sukuna sighed, but there was a little fondness to it. he gently batted your hands away and undid the straps himself, slipping your shoes off and setting them beside you.
you nodded happily and leaned forward, wrapping your arms around his neck. “you’re being really nice tonight. i thought you’d be… you know. wild.”
he raised an eyebrow. “wild how?”
“throwing people in the pool. shotgunning beers. starting fights. the usual frat king stuff.”
sukuna chuckled, low and rough, and stood up, pulling you with him so you were tucked against his chest.
“i can do all that shit any night,” he said, one hand rubbing slow circles on your back. “tonight i’ve got you. and you’re too soft for that chaos. so i’m keeping you safe instead.”
your heart did a stupid little flip.
“you’re sweet when you want to be,” you mumbled into his shirt.
“don’t tell anyone,” he warned, but he was smiling against your hair. “ruins my reputation.”
someone yelled his name from across the yard—one of his frat brothers waving a beer pong paddle.
sukuna didn’t even glance over. “busy,” he called back, loud enough to be heard over the music.
the guy laughed and gave a thumbs-up, clearly used to it.
you tilted your head up at him. “you can go play if you want. i’ll be okay.”
“nah.” he leaned down and pressed a slow kiss to your forehead. “i’m good right here.”
later, when you started feeling a little too warm and dizzy, sukuna noticed immediately.
“alright, lightweight,” he said, scooping you up bridal-style without asking. “time to go home.”
“but the party—” you protested weakly.
“the party will survive without us.” he carried you through the crowd like you weighed nothing, people parting for him automatically. someone tried to hand him a drink; he ignored it.
outside, the night air was cooler. he set you down gently by his car, keeping one arm around your waist while he opened the passenger door.
you climbed in, giggling when he had to help you with the seatbelt because your fingers were clumsy.
on the drive home he kept one hand on your thigh, thumb rubbing slow circles.
“you had fun?” he asked quietly.
you nodded, head resting against the seat. “yeah. you were… really sweet. i didn’t expect that.”
he glanced over at you, that lazy smirk back on his face.
“don’t get used to it,” he said, but his voice was soft.
you smiled sleepily. “too late. i already like this version of you.”
he didn’t answer, but his hand squeezed your thigh gently.
when you got back to your dorm, he walked you all the way to your door, making sure you got inside safely.
before he left he leaned down and kissed you—slow, warm, tasting like the one beer he allowed himself.
“text me when you wake up tomorrow,” he murmured against your lips. “and drink water before you sleep.”
you nodded, floating a little.
he waited until you locked the door behind you before he walked away.
except… he didn’t actually leave.
ten minutes later there was a soft knock on your door.
you opened it, still a little dizzy, and found sukuna standing there with a bottle of water, a pack of plain crackers, and your favorite hoodie that he must have grabbed from his car.
“you’re still here?” you asked, surprised.
he shrugged, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. “figured you might need help getting ready for bed. you’re swaying like a damn pendulum.”
you let him guide you to sit on the edge of your bed. he knelt down, helped you take off your shoes, then handed you the water and crackers.
“small sips,” he said. “and eat a couple of these so you don’t feel like shit tomorrow.”
you obeyed, watching him with soft eyes as he moved around your small room—plugging in your phone, turning off the big light, leaving the lamp on low.
when you finished the crackers he took the wrapper and tossed it in the trash, then helped you change into comfy pajamas (his hoodie, of course).
“come here,” he said, pulling back the covers.
you crawled in. he kicked off his shoes and slid in beside you without being asked, pulling you against his chest.
“you don’t have to stay,” you mumbled sleepily, even though you were already curling into him.
“i know,” he replied, one hand stroking your hair. “but i’m staying anyway. someone has to make sure you don’t choke on your own tongue or something.”
you laughed softly. “romantic.”
“shut up and sleep, princess.”
you did, warm and safe in his arms, the distant thump of the party long forgotten.
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