Olympic Village
Olympian! Hockey Player Sukuna X Olympian! Figure Skater! Reader
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art by winterbluess!
“Another win for Japan!” The commentator declares after Olympian hockey player Ryomen Sukuna scores another goal, making the game end with a 4-2. The crowd roars; fans have their flags and are waving them with Sukuna’s face on it. He takes his helmet off and yells and celebrates with his teammates. “That is no. 17, Ryomen Sukuna for team Japan, making a goal and winning for their team!” The commentator added. After a while, Sukuna and his team exit the hockey rink and high-five the people waiting for them at the side. Ryomen Sukuna, no. 17, the captain of Japan’s well-known hockey team. He has played at the Olympics three times now, and every single time, their team won a gold after he joined. Despite joining at such a young age, he proved that age does not matter when it comes to being good at the sport.
He sits down at the locker room bench and wipes his sweat with a towel handed to him by his coach. Fushiguro Toji used to be a coach for multiple hockey teams and used to be a player for Italy but he got his knee injured during the 2010 Winter Olympics in Vancouver, Canada, which made him unable to play again so he decided to switch to coaching teams instead.
“Good job on the win.” Toji spoke and sat beside Sukuna, patting his shoulders.
“It is so weird for me to hear that.” Sukuna smirked and nudged Toji on the side. He laughed before responding.
“You act like I never praise you.” Toji spoke and exhaled while looking at Sukuna. Sukuna had a smile on his face and played with the towel. He took a deep inhale before talking.
“I actually have something to tell you.” Sukuna looks in Toji’s direction.
“Shoot.” Toji spoke and nodded, signaling for Sukuna to start talking. He bites his lips and runs his hands through his light pink hair.
“I am actually thinking of retiring.” He said softly. There was a brief silence before Toji spoke.
“Why is that?” He said, crossing his arms and looking at Sukuna’s figure, awaiting an explanation.
“I just…feel…” He mumbled; he could not get his words out. There was a brief pause; just when he was about to talk, there was a crashing noise near the trash bin. Their heads immediately looked over in the direction. There was a female figure, and you could tell because of the hair and the outfit. This person was wearing a light blue jacket and their legs were in skin-tone tights. Toji was about to stand when Sukuna had his hand over Toji’s chest.
“I’ll go check it out.” Sukuna said with visible irritation in his tone. His eyebrows were furrowed as he slowly walked towards the trash bin. There was a door closing in the hallway in the direction of the trash bin.
“Please, please, pick up.” A female voice could be heard. She was typing on her phone, shaking. She was wearing a light blue jacket over her costume. As she dialed quickly on her phone, she looked around, trying to find an exit. She is lost. She stopped in her tracks when she heard a male voice close to her.
“I am actually thinking of retiring," a male voice echoed in the area. She was confused and slowly walked to check out where the voice was coming from. Her eyes widened; it is Ryomen. The Sukuna of Japan? Retiring?! She gasped and bumped into the trash bin.
“Oh shit!” She whispered and tried to hide, but it clearly did not work. She scrambles around and sees the closest door. She stands up and runs to the closest door, which is the janitor's room. She bumps into the cleaning equipment and holds the door so he cannot open it.
“Can someone just pick up, please?" She continues to type on her phone, and a notification pops up from her coach.
“Your program is about to start in 10 minutes; where the hell are you?!” She is doomed.
You are a figure skater for Japan. Though they are representing the same country, their lives never crossed. You just joined the Olympics in 2022, and after that, you started making a name for yourself. You won bronze for the last one and are now aiming for gold. Although you won bronze for the last Olympics, you always win other competitions with no pressure and secure gold every single time. You are very different from Sukuna; he is popular, while you are just starting out.
“I said skating rink, not the hockey rink.” You huff in frustration and reply back to your coach.
“I am at the hockey rink and I am lost. Please send me the address now!” You type aggressively and sigh. After a split second, you slowly open the door and check the hallway to make sure he wasn’t there.
Sukuna heard the door unlocked and immediately looked in the direction of the door. He could not see the face of this person because of the direction she was looking at.
“You!” Sukuna yells. The person flinches and starts running straight ahead, not even bothering to look behind.
“Oh my god!” You started running after hearing him yell and finally found the exit. After a while of running, you finally saw a sign for “Figure Skating Rink” and exhaled in relief. After making it to the arena, your coach is visibly stressed out. You ran towards your coach and exhaled in relief.
“Where the hell were you?” Shoko, your coach was confused while talking and looked at her watch. There were only 5 minutes left before your program started. You try to catch your breath and signal for water. She handed you a bottled water and rubbed your back, still expressing concern despite the irritation.
“I was—I was at the hockey rink; I sent you a message.” After that, you stopped talking and chugged the bottled water while wiping the sweat on your forehead. Shoko looked at the message on her phone and stared at you for a good minute.
“What the hell were you doing there anyway?!” Shoko was so frustrated, eyebrows furrowed, demanding answers. She looks at her clock and there are only 3 minutes left before it starts. You lick your lips and sit on a nearby bench and start putting on your skates.
“I will explain everything after this program, okay?” You huffed and held her hand. Shoko had her mouth open; she couldn’t even protest. She sighed and nodded.
You took your jacket off, exposing a beautiful red and white costume. Filled with rhinestones, it was sparkly, catching the attention of the audience. You immediately skated into the rink and waved at the audience.
Sukuna, on the other hand, was confused about what just happened. He scoffs in frustration; he was so close to knowing who it was but they ran away. He wasn’t going to be mad; he just wanted to know why she was hiding. He walks back to Toji, still seated on the bench; Toji follows him with his eyes.
“Who was it? ” Toji asked, still following Sukuna and noticing his actions.
“It was a girl.” Sukuna replied and immediately zipped up and put on his athlete jacket. It was white and red, highlighting the Japanese flag. Toji stands up and fixes his jacket as well; it had the word "Coach" written at the back.
“But I think I know where to go.” Sukuna said as both of them started walking out of the hockey arena. They were going to watch the figure skating competition as they were about to enter.
His fans immediately spotted him asking for signatures and pictures. You were in the middle of your program, focused and determined to win. Sukuna and Toji started walking towards the empty seats and sat near Japan’s figure skating coaches. Once the two were settled, Toji saw Shoko, focused and making sure that you landed all of the elements you practiced. Sukuna had his eye on you; he had heard about you but never bothered talking because your lives never met up. He found it funny, though, because you both are representing the same team but never bat an eye at each other.
You were in the rink, as when you were about to attempt a triple axel. You spotted him, Sukuna, the guy from earlier who almost tried to capture you! Your eyebrows furrowed and when you landed it, it was successful! You finished your program and sighed in relief. The crowd clapped and started cheering for you. You immediately skated to Shoko and squealed in happiness; skating makes you feel alive—that is one thing for sure. You grabbed your jacket, the light blue one, but Shoko stopped you and gave you the white and red one to wear because you were about to review your scores. Sukuna was done clapping and was impressed by how fluid you were. He was still following your movements, and he spotted the way you grabbed for the light blue jacket. That was the jacket from earlier! He was shocked and laughed at himself. Toji was confused by why he was laughing.
“Why are you giggling at yourself like a freak?” Toji said with his eyebrows raised watching Sukuna’s body language.
“Nothing, this is just fun.” Sukuna smirked and crossed his arms, watching you from above.
You, on the other hand, were nervous; you could feel the tension. As you were reviewing your moves and the scores the judges were giving you, your hands stayed clasped with Shoko.
“Just remember, no matter what the score is, we can always fight again and I am proud of you.” Shoko whispered softly and messed with your hair. You closed your eyes, calming down your nerves and when you opened them, your score was the highest among everyone else! And you were the last one who skated as well, which means you won gold! You started crying out of happiness and Shoko hugged you; the crowd roared and cheered for you once again. It was finally a dream come true.
The awarding ceremony ended, and you were walking back from the cafeteria to go back to your room after eating dinner with your medal on your neck. You and other figure skaters for Japan celebrated your win and the others' medals, which is why you still had it on your neck. You yawned while fixing your jacket; it was the light blue jacket now since you switched. As you were going up the stairs lazily, you could hear footsteps behind you. You ignored it because it could be someone just going back to their room, and coincidentally it was the same area as yours. Right? You sighed and looked at your medal, happily holding it close to you. You reached your room; you were just alone because you were supposed to share with this other skater from Japan, but she dropped out all of a sudden with no explanation. When all of a sudden somebody pinned you to the wall and closed the door. They had their hand on your lips.
“Don’t freak out!” The person who pinned you yells. Your screams were muffled and your eyes were closed. This was truly the worst nightmare ever; you were going to die.
“Let me go!” Your voice was muffled because of this person’s hand, and when you opened your eyes, it was the guy from the hockey arena—it was Sukuna. You kicked his stomach trying to get out from his grasp but he was strong, too strong. He finally let go when you kicked him; he fell on the floor and you were breathing loudly. Your heart was beating fast and you just realized what you did: you kicked Sukuna!
“I am so sorry!” You crouched and tried to check where you kicked him.
“Get on top of me, now.” Sukuna half whispers you were confused and clueless.
“What the hell do you mean—" He moves you quickly and holds you by the waist and puts you on top of him. You were sitting on his lap, and in your head, all you could think about was, why were you put in this situation? Yes, you were warned about Olympians like Sukuna as a fuckboy but never in your life would you expect to be in this situation.
“I don’t know what's—" You were cut off again because he gave you a hug, hiding your face on his neck when the door opened.
“Wow, so this is what you are going to do to me?!” There was a girl’s voice in the background; your eyes widened, and you listened to the voices behind you.
“We broke up years ago!” Sukuna responded and huffed in frustration; you, on the other hand, have no clue where this is going. Were you going to get labeled as a homewrecker?!
“I hate you!” The girl in the background yelled before slamming the door. He still held onto you; his hand was placed on the back of your head in a sort of protective manner. You were still sitting on his lap, frozen, not knowing what to do. He slowly moved you so he could see your face. He winced, almost cringing at himself, because this was not how he wanted your first meeting to be.
“Hi?” Sukuna mumbles, waiting for your reaction. You were just frozen, staring at him with your hands placed on his stomach. You took your hand off and placed it on the floor and slowly moved away. You were now sitting on the floor with your knees close to your face with your hands covering your ears.
“I am sorry.” His voice was low but it was soft, like genuinely soft. Who would’ve thought that he had a soft side, because when he is playing, he is mostly harsh and rough all the time. Some people are scared to interact with him because of his tattoos too.
“Can you give me space?” You mumbled, raising your hands and showing in your hand movements that the both of you are way too close, too close for strangers.
“Of course.” He nodded and moved away from you, about three feet. There was a brief silence and you were still there, sitting on the floor with your face buried in your knees. You slowly took a peek, and he was watching you, waiting for you to talk. He clears his throat and you look away when you notice that he was watching you.
“Is it because I saw you earlier?” You finally spoke up because if this was about him retiring, you know damn well you were not going to spread rumors. You were not that kind of person.
“No, of course not.” He replies quietly, looking at you watching your movements; despite you being hidden, he thinks you are cute. Just, of course, the timing is bad; he can’t say that out loud. You raised your head so you could look at him as well, maintaining the three-foot distance that both of you have.
“Then why did you follow me to my room like a freak?” You spoke with a harsh tone; you were clearly getting agitated now. This is why you promised yourself not to mess with Olympic men because they are messy and have way too many problems.
“It just happens that you were the only one with a room open.” He answered truthfully, sighing and rubbing his temple. But whatever he said was true; the girl from earlier was following him and he noticed your figure going up the stairs and he needed a place to hide so that girl would not slap him.
You laughed and looked at him with furrowed eyebrows, visible irritation showing on your face. Despite Sukuna having the worst relationships ever, he knew that laugh meant something bad. Something bad was going to happen.
“Are you insane?!” There it is; you stood up, and you were angry at him. You felt disgusted and used by this stranger. He closes his eyes and purses his lips and just listens to whatever you say.
“I can’t believe this. What the hell is your problem? First you show up to my program, you yell at me, and now you’re following me like a creep? Wait, no, a stalker!” You yelled angrily and huffed in frustration as you moved to your bed and sat down on it, creating a larger distance between the two of you. Sukuna, on the other hand, stands up and sits down on the other empty bed, scratching his head.
“It can’t be that bad though…” He mumbles quietly. Then there it was again, the silence. The doom of silence.
“Are you out of your mind? That girl just opened the door and saw my room number and they know who is in there—me! And you were, what, hugging me? "You were mad, really, mad. But to be honest, mad, angry, and furious are probably not the right terms because you can’t even express what you are feeling right now. Your heart was racing when you were yelling at him, and for some reason, you do not get why Sukuna was just there silent and just listening to whatever you were yelling about.
“Now they probably think we are dating.” You groaned in frustration and lay down on your bed, putting a pillow on your face and screaming. Sukuna flinches and sighs, still watching your movements. He needs to think of the next words he was going to say because he knew you would yell at him again.
“I actually want you to fake date me.” Sukuna spoke while rubbing his knuckles. You stopped screaming and looked towards his direction. You walked towards him and raised a hand; he closed his eyes and you were biting your lip, debating whether you should kick him out or listen to what he was about to say.
“Please just hear me out.” He said in his low but soft voice again, and he opened his eyes, meeting with your eyes. You were sort of towering over him; he is tall but obviously since he is sitting down, it makes you appear taller. You huffed and crossed your arms before talking.
“Fine, go on.” You said, lowering your hand, waiting for him to talk.
“Toji does not want me to retire, but he hates his players dating someone; it is like forbidden.” He speaks, running his fingers through his hair; he does this when he is nervous.
“He does not want me to retire, but he can suspend me for three months when I date someone.” He added he watched as your furrowed eyebrows slowly turned into concern. He clears his throat and continues to explain.
“I actually got injured three months ago, and … in the game earlier, I had the same pain I felt when I got injured.” He says softly and sighs. You were no longer furious—well, still mad, but just a little bit. You are now concerned for his well-being; injuries should be taken seriously, especially with the nature of his sport.
“Three months—I just need three months of rest.” He mumbles, and you sit down beside him on the empty bed. Your distance is now reconnecting. He looks at you and is surprised that you sat beside him, even after the yelling, which he thinks is valid. You exhaled loudly and faced him.
“Fine, I agree. My coach does not care but I have to make sure you know I am still focused on skating.” You respond, looking at him; you were starting to feel flustered. Your heart was beating fast once again.
"Well, we are not dating, dating, but yeah.” He shrugged his shoulders and you nodded awkwardly. You definitely made it sound like the both of you are dating for real.
“How long will this be?” You asked, pulling your feet together to sit comfortably. He was watching your movement; he truly can’t help but think that you are adorable. Even after all that mess earlier, he somehow feels safe with you.
"Well, the Olympics ends in about a week, so after that, then we are quits.” He said, lying on the bed and sighed in relief. He still maintained eye contact despite him lying down.
“Okay, deal.” You shrugged your shoulders and nodded in agreement. You were just watching him. He closed his eyes and smiled.
“Are you going to … sleep here?” You said softly and you immediately felt shy. Yes, you had few boyfriends in the past but they never slept in the same room as you. So this felt new and weird, even if it was fake dating. You were waiting for him to respond but he was already sleeping soundly. You checked the time and it was 1:00 AM. The two of you have been talking for two hours, but it did not seem like it. You lie down beside him, maintaining distance and looking over his figure; your eyes soften, and you smile.
“One week.” You mumbled; you slowly drifted to sleep. The both of you were sleeping beside each other, quite unusual for a first meeting, but everything seems right.
The next morning…
Sukuna groans and rubs his eyes in confusion. This room is different from his; he looks around and realizes where he is at—it is your room. You were sleeping soundly beside him, your hands tucked under the pillow, with the same outfit you had last night. Your breathing was steady; that was when he realized you are truly one of the most beautiful things he has ever seen. Your hair was sort of falling down to your face; he moved and tucked it behind your ears. You did not move and his hands stopped; he smiled. This was unusual for him; he took his phone out and saw the missed calls from Toji, Satoru—his teammate—and other members messaging him. One of the main messages were mostly from Satoru; the latest text he had was,
“I swear to god, if you are fucking someone at the village again, Coach is going to murder you. Do you really want to get suspended AGAIN?” Sukuna winced at Satoru’s message and immediately closed his phone. No one in his team knew that he truly never recovered from the injury three months ago. They know that he was injured, but they thought that he had already recovered. Sukuna’s phone started ringing, which gained a groan from you. You hate being disturbed, especially when you are sleeping peacefully.
“What’s up?” Sukuna spoke on the phone with Satoru.
“What do you mean, 'What's up? 'Coach has been looking for you; he's furious. I am tired of covering for your ass; you better get back here ASAP.” Satoru yells over the phone, and he distances the phone away from his ears and winces. You, on the other hand, are irritated. It is early in the morning, and someone is way too loud.
“Turn it off.” You groan; you were clearly frustrated and shuffling across the bed, trying to find a comfortable position, but you can’t because you are annoyed by the loud noises.
“Holy shit, is that a fucking girl? Sukuna, you do realize you are so cooked, right?” Satoru continues to yell over the phone. Sukuna mouthed "sorry" to you when he looked over at you.
“I just want to sleep.” You cried out, and you were slowly feeling like you wanted to cry; you hated your mornings being ruined.
“I am sorry; I will leave now, okay?” Sukuna mumbles; he holds your hand and rubs it gently before he stands up from the bed. You nodded, covered yourself up with a blanket, and drifted back to sleep. He closes the door behind him and speaks to Satoru on the phone, who was silent when he heard you complaining.
“Go to our room right now.” That was the last thing he heard before Satoru ended the call. He sighed in relief and slowly started jogging over to his actual room this time. Which was about a 3-minute walk from your room. He holds his breath in and opens his room door and sees Satoru with his hand over his head.
“Can you just explain what that was over there?" Satoru said with an expression of "what the fuck," which Sukuna could tell immediately.
“That was my girlfriend.” He said and immediately gave an awkward smile and a very slow thumbs up. Satoru’s jaw was on the floor, quite literally.
“Okay.” Satoru nodded and rubbed the bridge of his nose in frustration.
“So randomly during the Olympics you get a girlfriend—yeah, real shit, bro, you guys are fucking, and I know that, man.” Satoru continues to rub his nose bridge and drags his palms all over his face.
“No, she is actually my girlfriend.” Sukuna shrugs, hoping that Satoru will believe the lie.
“You? Girlfriend?” Satoru laughs and covers his mouth; he breathes and closes his eyes before opening them to look at Sukuna.
“Yes. Me. Girlfriend.” Sukuna claps and rubs his palms before resting his hand on his hips.
“You better explain that to coach." Satoru groans and opens his phone to contact their coach. Sukuna stops him from dialing their coach.
“Do not call him.” Sukuna’s voice was stern, almost terrifying; Satoru looks at him and closes his phone.
“What are we supposed to do then? We have a game in two months. You are going to get suspended. You know what happened to Yuta after he dated Maki?” Satoru throws his head back and covers his ears.
“He got suspended and then kicked out.” Sukuna shrugs his shoulders, and Satoru immediately notices the way he was just normal about it.
“Kuna, Yuta was one of our best players. Why are you so calm about it?” Satoru was now confused and terrified, because he could clearly tell that Sukuna wants to be suspended, but it is definitely for a different reason. He was quiet and was fidgeting with his fingers and exhaled loudly.
“What is going on, bro?” Satoru’s demeanor shifted; it was clear that something else was going on with Sukuna. Sukuna was truly not the type to express what was wrong; he would rather keep it within him and ignore it till it went away.
“I just need a break.” He sighs and rests his head against the wall. Satoru, on the other hand, was nodding.
“Honestly, I don't blame you for needing a break. He is overworking everyone." Sukuna agreed in response and was nodding.
“Three months does not sound bad.” Sukuna mumbles, and he immediately stands up. Making Satoru confused once again.
“Where are you going? You were just gone for the entire night!” Satoru yelled in the hallway when Sukuna went out the door; he waved his hands and immediately started jogging to your room. He finally reached your room after jogging for three minutes, although it was a short walk. The distance from his room to yours felt like a long route and took forever. He breathes out; he could feel the nervousness fill his body. For some reason, being with you felt more nerve-wracking than the actual Olympic game.
“Just a second!” you yelled, scrambling to find clothes. Once you put on your comfortable sweatpants and a tank top, you decided to open the door. You definitely thought it would be Shoko or Nobara because they were talking about wanting to hang out early in the morning. But no, Sukuna is in front of your door. You almost forgot about the whole thing last night, but now you are faced with it once again. You blinked multiple times before the realization sank in that Sukuna is in front of your door again. You closed it before he could even speak, and you bit your lip, thinking on how you should address him.
“Baby? Sukuna? … Bro? "Fuck, I do not even know what to say.” You mumbled, biting your lip still, and then the door unlocked, and Sukuna’s face was there, looking at you with a smile on his face.
“Hi. You can call me baby when we are in public; I don’t mind.” He said and shrugged his shoulders; for some reason, he felt way too giddy about the situation. He walks in and closes the door behind him and locks it immediately. You were just standing there like an idiot, unable to respond to whatever the hell he just said.
“I hate you.” You mumbled and scoffed; your cheeks were red. You definitely want this whole fake dating thing to be over. He laughs and licks his lips at your reaction.
“Come on, give me a chance, baby.” He teases you; he was towering over you, and you just had a flustered expression plastered on your face. Hell, you might as well just start digging and bury your own grave. This is embarrassing,that kept repeating in your head.
“Go away. What are you even doing here? " You were irritated, irritated by the fact that he makes you nervous.
“I don’t have your number, so I will just come to you personally.” He shrugs and lies down on your bed, like it is his. You scoffed in response. He is way too confident about this whole thing. You grabbed a pillow and smacked him with it. He winces and acts like it hurt his whole being.
“Then just ask me when we see each other later and not show up in here like you are actually my boyfriend.” You were still holding the pillow and repeatedly smacking him. Until he caught the pillow and pulled you closer. You were about to trip in front of him, but the pillow was creating the distance between the two of you.
"Well, I am technically your boyfriend for the week, so.” He smirks as he sees your flustered expression once again. He loves seeing it; he thinks you are adorable by acting tough around him, when in reality you are a shy girl. Your eyes widened, and you shoved the pillow on his face; he laughed under it, and once again you were on top of him.
“Is this how the gold medalist acts, choking someone to death with a pillow?" He teases you once again, his voice muffled because of the way he was still being shoved with the pillow because of you. He slowly peeks and looks at your expression; you are looking away. You slowly removed the pillow. You were on his lap, and you sat up straight, holding the pillow close to you. You definitely feel like shooting somebody, not just him, but yourself as well. You do not understand why he acts like this towards you; mind you, you both just met yesterday. It is not like he had a crush on you or something.
"Are you okay?” He said in that low voice once again, but softly. You love that voice; it is like a soothing tone. Despite being fake dating, the number of times the both of you have held each other is so much that it feels real at this point. He pulls you closer using the pillow, and you look down. Way too close to comfort, you are now sitting on his lap, on your bed, during the Olympics. If you ever have sex with this man, you know damn well you are so done.
“We are fake dating.” You mumbled, and you locked eyes with him, your heart beating fast once again, but of course, you can’t help it.
“I know.” He mumbles, tucking your hair behind your ear as he holds your face gently. Your breathing hitches; you could definitely feel the tension growing thicker by each second the both of you are interacting.
“You’re pretty.” He says softly, still holding your face like it is the most precious thing ever. His thumbs rub across your lips. You close your eyes; you feel like you are going to explode. The thick tension could be felt in the air, but the both of you haven't even kissed yet. You can’t truly pinpoint what Sukuna’s intentions were. You can’t tell if he likes you or if he just wants a new fuck buddy; that's why he suddenly invented this thing called “fake dating” in his vocabulary. It is actually known that sex happens all the time in the Olympic Village; they even send out free condoms every time, so it is no surprise.
“Stop it.” You mumbled, moving away from him, biting your lip. You were looking down; all you could see was the bed sheet, but you could feel his eyes on you. Sukuna was taken aback by what you said, but he respects it. He could definitely feel like he is moving way too fast. But he can’t help it, because he knows that this might be his last Olympics, and he would never see you again after that. His parents are planning to move to a different country, and he will never see you again, especially when you are a competitive figure skater that is always busy, while he, on the other hand, is about to retire. With the state of his injury, he doubts he can play other competitive games.
“No kissing, no sex, only hugging and holding hands.” You mumbled, holding the pillow closer to you and clenching it. He was watching your body language and just nodded in response.
“Okay, but can I call you baby?” He asks gently, hoping you would say yes. You agreed and hummed in response. He smiles and sits up properly; he places his hand on top of your knee and kisses his hand. Sort of an indirect kiss. You watched him do it, and you could almost feel yourself go limp. This is way more different than just fake dating. He shows you his phone number, and you immediately know what he means: he wants you to put his phone number in your contacts. You typed it in swiftly, and there was a brief silence one more time.
“Just a week.” You said that when he was about to leave once again. He was standing in front of the door; his head was slightly over to the left.
“Just a week, baby.” He responded and unlocked the door, then left. He left your room, and you thought to yourself, This will be a long week.
3 days after meeting you, there are only 4 days left for the Olympics before it ends. Sukuna and his team went to visit different places around the village, just to enjoy their time. He hasn't seen you in a bit since your team was busy with other things as well. However, the moment they got back, Toji scolded Sukuna for having a girlfriend. Turns out Satoru slipped and mentioned it to Toji when they were walking around; now Sukuna is being scolded.
“I asked you for one rule: no girlfriends.” Toji was mad; you could even tell by the way he was clenching his fist real hard trying not to punch Sukuna. He was just silent the entire time while listening to Toji’s scolding. All of their team members were in the same room, getting scolded as well. Since they believe that if you go down, you all go down together.
“You really want to be distracted, then go ahead!” Toji yells, and his voice echoes across the room. Nobody even dared to respond back; they were all silent, just staring at the floor, including Sukuna and Satoru.
“If you all do not win the game in two months, you all are never playing again. You heard me!” Toji yells in front of Sukuna and pushes him harshly. Sukuna winces and almost trips over, but Satoru catches his arm. Toji storms out of the room and slams the door loudly; it almost breaks the door.
"The old man still has it in him.” Sukuna winces; his knees were hurting as well. It feels just like a normal push, but when your knees get moved the wrong way, it is not a good look for him. The other team members were murmuring and walked out of the room one by one.
“I told you, man.” Satoru was stressed; "stress" is probably not even the best word. But he knows for a fact that he could rip his hair out by how dumb Sukuna acts sometimes. Sukuna winces in pain as he massages his knees. Despite needing some rest, he stands up, limping. Satoru was confused by his actions.
“Where are you going?!” Satoru yells but since Sukuna moves fast, he has already left the door and gone somewhere. But it is not just somewhere; it is to you.
It has been three days, but Sukuna still actively texts you despite not seeing you. He is flirting with you, sending pictures, and sending you money when you talk about something you like in different stores, and at this point you can’t even tell if they are real feelings or not. You would be lying if you said that you do not want to see him. You admit that you are probably developing feelings for him; to be fair, the moment you saw him on TV playing, he was already attractive. No wonder the girl from the other day was chasing him. You were in the cafeteria looking for Sukuna. You were alone this time because you just woke up from a nap; you couldn’t see him so you decided to just go back to your room and probably call Sukuna because he said to call him whenever you are bored, so why not? You stretch and crack your knuckles while going up the stairs. Then you hear a banging noise; you slowly walk up the stairs and peek to see what is going on. It is him, Sukuna, once again, in front of your room. But this time, he does not have that smug attitude; it is clear that he is stressed.
"What's wrong?” You immediately ran to him and had your hand wrapped around his waist; you noticed that he was in pain. You sat him on your bed, panicking, not knowing what to do.
“Just the pain.” He says, breathing heavily, he is in pain; if he could just cut his knee off, it would be better. He believes that the walking they had done fueled the pain in his knees. You kneeled and moved his pants up to see his left knee; it was red and had a bruise. You can also see the stitching it had and it was almost bleeding. You frown and your hands are shaking; you didn't realize that his injury was this bad.
“This looks bad. "You were still frowning and you didn’t even dare to touch to make sure you were not hurting him. He breathes heavily; he is sweating. You licked your lips and stood up and sat beside him; you were holding his hand.
“Let me call my coach, okay?” You said softly and immediately dialed Shoko. He nodded and he rested his head on your shoulders. He sort of feels calm when you are there, like he has known you for a long time. It did not take a long while for Shoko to come to your room; she was shocked to see Sukuna in this state and how close the both of you were. Shoko started doing first aid to him. You were still holding his hand and his head was still on your shoulders.
“You need to tell your coach.” Shoko broke the silence, and he looked at her, almost terrified by the fact that he needed to tell Toji.
“I can’t.” He mumbles; he holds your hand tightly. You were shocked by the way he responded; you would think it is just normal for an athlete to tell a coach everything, especially with what is happening with your health. But it is clear that Sukuna’s coach is way too harsh.
“Why not?” Shoko’s voice was gentle and soothing; he could feel himself cry but he was holding it back.
"The team is depending on me; I can’t lose that. I just need a break, that's all.” He said quietly, biting his lip. You were there watching the way his breathing hitches; he is definitely about to cry.
“When was this injury?” Shoko pulls the chair close to her to sit in front of you and Sukuna.
“Three months ago.” Your coach sighs and rubs her temples; she could not believe that a coach like Toji would let his player be in the Olympics with a bad injury like this.
“You are lucky that it did not happen during your last game, and that was your final, or else you guys would’ve lost it.” Shoko added, looking through her phone trying to find Toji’s contact. Sukuna nodded while he untwined his hand, and his hands slowly moved to find your waist. His arms were now wrapped around your waist. You, on the other hand, were trying to act like this is just a normal scenario, but no, your coach is right there in front of you! And Sukuna is being all touchy for some reason. Shoko notices this and stands up, placing the chair in its original position.
“Well, I will go talk to him and see what I can do. This is a serious matter, Ryomen.” Shoko said in a stern voice, "She bid farewell to the both of you and closed the door. Sukuna now moved his head so it is resting on your lap. You were wearing shorts, so you could feel his breathing on your lap. You try to act normal, but you can't tell if he would be alright with you caressing his face. His arms were still wrapped around your waist; he moves his left hand and places it on top of your thighs and kisses it. You flinched, and you were frozen; the silence was not helping. The tension is thick once again; you can’t even deny this man anymore.
“Please let me kiss you.” He mumbles as he continues to place kisses on top of his hand that is above your thigh. Your eyes widened and he looked up to you, pleading and begging for a kiss. You held his face and your lips crashed to him; he groaned in response and kissed you back. It was a long, passionate kiss, and when you pulled away, he sat up properly, placed a hand behind your neck while the other one was on your face, and kissed you once again. You could feel your heart going out of your chest. It was almost like he was hungry for you; he introduced a tongue while kissing you and you whimpered. It was too much; you might end up wanting more of him when you are trying to avoid that.
“I like you; please, let me have you.” Sukuna says in between kissing and holding your face, he was begging for you. He does not understand why he feels this way towards you, but you are just different. The moment he felt your presence and saw you, he knew he wanted you. You closed your eyes and you felt like you would die with the way he was talking to you.
“I like you too.” You said while breathing heavily and kissing him back. He moans in your mouth while still kissing you. His fingers ran across your back.
“You are going to be the death of me here.” He kisses your neck and he reaches for your hand so you can wrap it around his neck. You never felt this way before. Sure, there are some guys who had sex with you before, but Sukuna? Everything just feels so intimate.
“Have you ever been on top before?” Sukuna whispers, biting your ears and moving your body so you could be on his lap. You whimper and bite your lip, shaking your head in response. He tugs on your top, exposing your lace bra; he took it off and started sucking on your tits.
“F-fuck.” You covered your mouth, trying to suppress your moans. He smirks and makes hickeys all over your chest area and collarbones.
"You’re going to help me, b-baby, okay?” He mumbles as he points at his sweatpants. He is hard, very hard, so hard that it is starting to hurt. Usually he has a lot of self-restraint, but when it comes to you, he just couldn't help himself. He won't even lie; he was touching himself in the shower in those three days, thinking about your tight pussy sucking him in. Your hands shake and you start to bring his sweatpants down and his boxers down. It had a wet patch; his dick was leaking precum. You were in awe, you can’t even tell what you are feeling right now, your panties were wet just by kissing him, and this sight? You were soaking.
“You are big…" You said shyly and held his dick by the base and he moaned.
“You are so hot.” He kisses you quickly while you slowly put your mouth around his dick. You almost choked; he is way bigger than the other men you slept around with. You were going up and down and sucking his dick, trying not to choke hard. He was slowly grabbing you by the hair and moving you up and down.
“Fuck, baby, your fucking mouth is so tight.” He moans and groans, grabbing your hair harder; you, on the other hand, are moving faster.
“S-shit, baby!” He is throwing his head back against the headboard; he feels like he is in heaven. He never got his dick sucked like this. He comes hard, and it is all over your mouth and lips. You looked up to him; it was so lustful. The lust in your eyes was there; he knew you wanted more. You slowly moved to kiss him; it was a sloppy kiss and he groaned one more time.
“You taste so good.” You whisper softly.
“Bend over to my face; let me eat you.” He says while breathing heavily. And you did; you are now bent over, his hands gripping your ass as he took your panties off.
"Shit, you are so wet.” He was pussy drunk; he started eating you out and you were a moaning mess. Gripping the sheets hard and trembling under his touch.
"K-kuna, it feel s’ good.” You were having an orgasm; you never really like getting your pussy eaten out, but he does it so well. You were shaking while being bent over, and your moans, his groans, and the wet noises of your pussy filled the room. He inserted a finger, making you flinch, and he moved it fast. You could feel yourself closer as he moved faster on sucking and fingering your tight pussy.
“I am c-coming! S-shit!” You screamed and came all over his face. You are still shaking and breathing heavily. You looked behind and saw him still kissing your pussy. He bit your ass hard, making you flinch.
“Ride me, okay?” He breathes hard, and you immediately move on top of him. He kisses you sloppily, and you could taste your cum while the both of you kissed. You did not waste any time and held his dick, rubbed it against your pussy and the both of you flinched by how sensitive the both of you were.
“K-kuna…” You moaned his name while you slowly pushed it in; he groaned. Hearing you moan his name was something he would have never imagined in his life. You sound so good, like you were made for him and he was made for you. He holds your waist and pushes you down to take him all in, you were trembling on top of him. He had a smug smirk when all of him was in you.
“R-raw the first time?” He teases you as he slowly moves you. You moaned and kissed him sloppily.
“S-shut u-up, I have condoms.” You retorted, squeezing his cheeks. He smirks and moves you a little faster.
"Oh, I know, baby; you just did not want to use it with me, huh?" He sucks on your tits while you ride him and you flinch. It was so good; he fucks so good. You were a hot mess; you were moaning every time you sucked him in deep.
“S-so deep!” You whimper, burying your face onto his chest as he fastens up the pace.
"Fuck, you’re so tight, better than I imagined.” He groaned and he could feel himself cumming, and you were clenching onto him as well.
"Please, baby, inside.” You pleaded to him. He smirks and moves faster.
“As you wish.” He says as he kisses you. The both of you came at the same time. You moaned as you clenched hard and you felt the release inside. You stayed in place for a good minute, taking it all in, not wasting any drop of his cum. You placed your ear onto his chest, and you could hear the beating of his heart; it was fast. That is when you realize maybe you can give him a chance and he realizes that you were worth everything.
After the Olympics, the both of you officially started dating. Toji got dropped as the coach because, apparently, he was abusing other team members that Sukuna did not know about. Now, Higurama is the new head coach. He knew about Sukuna’s injury and let him have a healthy rest in order for him to recover from his injury. The both of you officially announced your relationship when you joined a recent competition; he could not hide himself well because of his pink so the both of you decided to announce your relationship officially. Sukuna remains to be supportive and you do the same; vice versa, he is supposed to come back to playing in a month, and you are happy to be there for him. Maybe the Olympics do bring love in the air, and maybe sex?