sukuna didn't do relationships. it was a known fact around the campus. he was a simple frat boy who fucked a girl and acted as if he didn't know her the next morning. you, on the other hand, are the exact opposite. you want a relationship with someone who gets you. you're no saint, you've had your fair share of hookups but after awhile that life style gets tiring. you knew not to let sukuna succeed in his flirting when you went to his frats party and he came up to you—especially after hearing other girls experiences, but he was just so good looking. how could you pass this opportunity up?
which is how now.. you're under him. skin glistening in the slight glow the moon illuminates, whining as he pounds into you roughly. "ngh–good fuckin' girl, keep moaning f'me." your legs are locked around his waist, nails dragging down his back with each nasty thrust. his balls smack against your ass, cum leaking down on the sheets from the previous rounds.
"kunaaa.." you whine, a mischievous grin appears on his face as his mind goes slightly fuzzy from the nickname—but he pays no mind to that.
"yeah babe?" he dives down into your neck, leaving sloppy open mouthed kisses on it as your hands find purchase in his salmon hair, tugging hard. "need fuckk! m–more." and how could he deny you when you sound so good for him? he manhandles you until your legs were pressed flat to your chest, holding them in place while your drooling from how his biceps buldge with each mean thrust he gives you.
he has you in the nasiest mating press, eyes rolling to the back of your head until your damn near screaming out from his cock is kissing your cervix. "kuna, m'so close! please don't stop pleasepleaseplease" useless rambles escape your mouth, his free hand finds your clit, rubbing tight circles on it. "cum f'me flower. cum. i know you can do it, give it to me baby." clear liquid gushes out of you, coating his cock and stomach before drenching the sheets below you.
he continues pounding you, your pussy giving one tight squeeze and he's burrying himself to the hilt as he cums in you. "fuuuck, so good baby. you did so good." he pulls out slowly, giving your clit a smack and grinning when you whine. surprisingly, he was good at aftercare and though you didn't know it—you're the only one he's ever cared enough for to do it. he cleans you up with a damp warm rag before cuddling up to you, tucking you in his neck as you both drift to sleep.
his eyes flutter open, the warm sun pooling in through his curtains and shining his room. though the sun warms him, he feels cold realizing you're not snuggling up next to him anymore. a yellow post-it note catches his eye. he groans, getting up and ripping it off the bedside table.
'thank you for the night kuna :)'
"tch. childish." he crumples the note and throws it randomly on the floor, ignoring the pang in his chest. he puts on sweats, yawning as he exits his room and walks down to the living room of the frat where everyone already is.
"theres our sleeping beauty!" gojo blurts out with a mouthful of food. "shut up." sukuna grumbles back, going to the kitchen to mix up a protein shake, scowl evident on his face. sure, that was sukunas usual face–especially after waking up–but today it was more.. upset. and toji noticed that. toji leans in the entrance of the kitchen.
"what's got you worked up, princess?" he teases to which sukuna just rolls his eyes. "nah, seriously, kuna. whats up your ass." the kitchen is silent for a beat, just heavy feelings weighing the air. "s'nothin." he bumps shoulders with toji as he exits the kitchen, heading back up to his room. he knows toji isn't gonna believe it. how could he?
"bull." toji shouts before sukunas door slams behind him. he sighs. and oh how sukuna wishes it wasn't. a scoff escapes his lips as his eyes wander his floor until they land on that stupid little post-it again. "so dumb."
