I DONT TW3RK, I R3AD.
frat!sukuna x fem!reader
synopsis: you’re frat!sukuna’s first real girlfriend and despite everyone’s doubts, you two have a lot more in common than they think. or in which you are just as much of a party animal as sukuna despite your “nerdy” appearance and 4.0 gpa.
a/n: here it is!! the longer vers of my original snippet,, thank you all SO MUCH for your love on the og post, i never thought it would do as well as it did. enjoy this longer vers! not proofread xx (wc: 3.5kish) final part HUR
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everyone in the frat was shocked that you and sukuna were together. not that the two of you could blame them; something about the relationship between the two of you wasn’t natural at all. with sukuna’s burly stature of 6’4” of pure muscle mass and tattoos and your smaller figure garnered with perfect hair and glasses too big for your face, the two of you looked like polar opposites. one of his frat friends, you remember his name being toji, had laughed his ass off when sukuna first introduced you to the frat.
sweetheart, let us know if hes holding ya’ at gunpoint, he had joked. and while you giggled at the male’s jest, sukuna didn’t find it amusing. with a roll of his eyes and a gentle nudge on the small of your back, sukuna led you further into the frat house that wasn’t in full party-swing for once. he had introduced you to all the other guys he had grown to know and call his brothers. though all of them had similar thoughts as toji, they didn’t all express it the way he had. despite that, there was one, unanimous thought shared between everyone; how the hell did sukuna pull a cute nerd?
you and sukuna decided to keep the relationship as low-key as possible, not wanting any other necessary attention especially when you were just testing out the waters. afterall, you were both each other’s first real relationship. to sukuna, you weren’t just another girl to warm his bed after a few many drinks and bad decisions. he really felt like you were it though you were only a couple months into the relationship. with every passing day with you, he figured out more and more about you that only made him fall even more. with the attributes he loved, there were also some that he would simply take note of, metally.
for instance, throughout your relationship with sukuna, he had decided that parties weren’t your environment. he had invited you to one of theirs, which you happily accepted, but ultimately ended up going home early but letting him stay. you left with the excuse of having an exam to study for. and while sukuna knew you were going to ace it regardless of how much time you spent bent over on your ipad studying, he let the excuse slide. calling you an uber home with a kiss on the forehead and a glare in warning to the uber driver. he would have offered to take you home himself had it not been for the frat politics and whatnot that forced him to stay and show face. so that he did. though the next day, he had approached you and asked what you really thought about the party. you simply shrugged and brushed it off, claiming that it wasn’t your type of fun. not wanting to poke the topic anymore, sukuna had chalked up your definition of “fun” as baking and photography. there wasn’t anything wrong with that, of course! but it was yet another testement to the fact that the two of you were polar opposites.
or so he was led to believe.
it was the beginning of hallowknd at jujutsu tech uni when sukuna first began to put the pieces together. you both had decided to finally hard launch your relationship by going into town and going for a date. it was when he was walking to his car and even going into the city to the restaurant that sukuna started to realize there was just that much more for him to learn abotu you. you were excited about going out but had turned down sukuna’s invitation to his frat party.
“just not my kind of scene ‘kuna,” you told him as you fixed your makeup. “you get it, right?”
which, of course, he had. in the back of his mind, he had always known that you were going to turn down his offer of joining him at a frat party but he supposed it wouldn’t hurt to ask. nevertheless, having different plans for the night didnt stop the two of you from taking your couples photos. sukuna had dressed up as a devilishly handsome devil, horns and all, while you decided to play into your contrasts as a couple and dress up as an angel. during the evening after classes but before the parties, everyone was out taking pictures and/or pregaming. sukuna decided to take you on a date because if you couldnt spend the midnight together, he would at least take you on a date. walking past different students, sukuna pieced together that perhaps you were more known than you led him on to believe. he knew that you weren’t some nobody but he didn’t know that you knew every other person.
“already out and about, huh,” a guy had said in passing, face smeared with messy face paint that was meant to ressemble a skull. sukuna scowled and was about to tell him off until your light laughter filled the area.
“you already know it, zoro!” you responded with a grin just before passing the boy.
sukuna was not the jealous type. and he knew that this zoro dude was far from your type. besides that fact, he was the one you were going on a date with not that green haired weirdo. but still, the casual interaction, despite its length, still irked sukuna in a way he could not explain.
you, seeming to notice a change in his demeanor, wrapped your arm around his and leaned into his shoulder. “we took trig together, ‘kuna. besides, he’s dating my friend kuina, remember?”
sukuna does not remember, nor does he really care. but your explanation eased his nerves so he decided to shrug it off with a grunt. it wasn’t until the two of you reached the parking lot deck that sukuna came to the conclusion that you were more than you had been leading on.
in the elevator, you seemed to know half the people in there. normally, he would have thought nothing of it, you always were charismatic. it was how you both met afterall; a girl with a bubbly personality and an even brighter smile approached him at a cafe complimenting his tattoos. he didn’t blame people for gravitating towards you. however, you talked to these people in the elevator as if you knew them personally, even though sukuna has never met nor heard of these people. sukuna knew that because of your differing majors, it was only inevitable that you would know different people than he did. he just didnt expect you to know that many people for them to go out of their way to hold conversation with you. he understands that the two of you wanted to keep the relationship a secret, so you only introduced the elationship to your closest friends. but that still didnt change the surprise on his face from just the sheer amount of people you knew.
“yn! love the fit, angel!” a girl called from across the parking lot deck as she walked with her group of friends who also added on a list of compliments all directed towards you, which you responed with your own and even adding the gesture of blowing them kisses.
with them out of earshot and sight, you turned back to sukuna, who had a curious brow raised and skeptical look on his face.
“whats wrong with your face?” you asked with a giggle.
sukuna clicked his car open as he walked you to your side, “how do you know all these people?”
you stepped into his sleek black car once he had opened the door for you before looking up at him with a grin, “what? are you jealous of some girls calling me sexy?”
“couldnt give less of a damn for some chicks telling the truth,” he said with a carefree shrug. “just wondering how my girl knows half the world.”
he closes your door and walks over to his side, where he gets in and lets the engine come to a roaring start. “ ‘half the world’ is an exageration, dont you think?”
sukuna checked his mirrors before putting the car in drive, “almost every other person talked to you or acted like they knew you. and that was just on the way here. what, are you giving out tutoring sessions to every other idiot on campus?”
“gotta find some way to pay for your gifts, kuna,” you joke. and while sukuna may not have admitted it out loud, the grin on his face told you all you needed to know as he used his free hand to lightly pinch the exposed skin of your thigh from the white dress you were wearing.
“dont joke about that,” he chasisted, “you know i don’ like to share.”
“i know, don’t worry,” you assured. “theyre all just friends or old classmates. nothing for you to worry about.”
the way you said rolled off your tongue so easily sukuna was practically compelled to believe you. in a way, he almost hit himself upside the head for even thinking like that before. the longest conversation you held with someone was a girl talking to you about where you got your shoes from. he decided that you were just more popular than you portrayed yourself. humble, sukuna chose to believe you were simply being humble.
the dinner date with sukuna went smooth, especially since there were no more interruptions from people sukuna didn’t even know. and after a few minutes of you curating the perfect hard launch post, sukuna let you put it on your story. he wasn’t on instagram like that anyways. he paid for the bill took the bag of leftovers in hand and your hand in his other. on the way back to the car, he could hear the vibrating from your phone if he really strained his ears. you seemed to notice it as well; using your free hand, you pulled it from the pocket of the jacket sukuna lent to you to protect from the harsh winds. with a cheeky grin, you showed him the story with dozens of likes and comments despite it only being ten minutes from when you posted it.
the post itself consisted of a mirror picture from inside the restaurant. sukuna had been looking away, enough to showcase his jawline and tattoos peaking up from the collar of his black button up with the top two buttons undone, but also enough to not be facing the camera completely. despite his whole face not being visible, only an idiot wouldn’t be able to tell who it was. to his side, you stood with one hand holding the phone and the other cupping the side of your face with a wink. before you had posted it, sukuna demanded that you send it to him, where he then saved and added it to his favorites album.
though he couldnt see the like count from his end, he could see the number of comments; they ranged from shock to praise as it flooded your story. he didnt even know half the people and the half he did know, were from other frats and/or party houses.
@lufluvsmeat : WOOOHOOOO YN
@itsnamiii : about time!!!
@SUPAFRANKIE : u guys look SUPER
@ur.girl.koala : OMG THE IT COUPLE
@godusopp : is that THE sukuna?!?!
squinting at the screen and comments, sukuna grunted, “how do you even know these people?” the hand that held yours tightened ever so slightly just at the thought of some randos hitting up your instagram. he trusted you, of course he did; but he knew how some asssholes could be.
you pocketed your phone dissmissively as you leaned into his side a little more, appreciating his natural body heat against the harsh october winds. “friends of friends, y’know how it is.”
sukuna let out a hmph that brought a laugh out of you, telling him that he sounded like a jealous child. on the way back to your dorm, you continued to jab at him, calling him a possessive caveman. he knew that it was all in good fun so he let a small smile creep its way onto his face as he drove you back, a smile that you noticed and filled you with pride. by the time he reached the door to your dorm, sukuna was already pouting. gojo and nanami already told him he couldnt skip out on the halloween party since alumni would be there, blah blah blah. he tuned them out in annoyance, knowing that the whole thing would be a drag and a hassle. even more so that you wouldnt be at his side.
almost as if you could read his mind, you reached up to cup one side of his face and placing a peck on the other. “don’t be too sad, ryo. just party for a little and ill be here all night, we’ll even watch a movie when you get back; your pick!”
sukuna placed his much bigger hand over yours that was still on his face, reveling in your warmth. “even if its my gory movies?”
sliding your hand away you chided, “don’t push it. don’t forget, your leaving your girlfriend alone on halloween. the movie is your pick but itll be something i like.”
sukuna laughed at this just before putting an arm around your waist, bringing you close to place a kiss on your forehead. “yes maam. ill be back before you know it, baby.”
“ill be here,” you smiled.
as much as sukuna didnt want to, he forced himself to peel away from you. of course, not before stealing a few more kisses. the walk back to his car and on the way back to the frat house was filled with boredom. he figured he could take a couple shots, play some rounds of beer pong, and sneak out back into your arms before you even fell asleep.
unfortunately, things did not go as planned. he stayed longer than he expected and each attempt to escape was foiled. the first being gojo practically pushing him to the kitchen to take more shots with the rest of them. the next, toji practicallyl wrestled him to the living room where they were having arm wrestling matches. time and time again, sukuna just could not escape the frat house. he continued to check his phone from time to time, messaging you back and forth in between during the party.
@defnotyn : dont drink too much, ur alrd pouty enough
@ryo_sukuna : i dont pout?
@defnotyn : see? it makes u lie too, cool it on the drinks bby
sukuna laughed at his phone, an action noted by choso, who sat next to him with a blunt in hand. smoke filled the air and while choso was under it, he knew well enough that sukuna was not a man to laugh at his phone, let alone when texting someone. he also knew sukuna for long enough to know that he shouldnt poke and prod, so he kept his mouth shut and let sukuna laugh at the messages between his girlfriend.
@defnotyn : im heading to bed ryo. dont rush ur party on my account
@ryo_sukuna : dont even wanna be here. ill be there in twenty.
@defnotyn : gojo’s gonna whine if he sees you leaving
@ryo_sukuna : who say’s he’ll see me? rest ur eyes, pretty ill be there soon. i still have ur spare
@defnotyn : creepo (hurry up)
true to his word, sukuna was indeed in ur bed in twenty minutes since he texted you. shutting the door to your room with a quiet click, he peered upon your sleepy figure that was practically drowning in your comforters.
“took you long enough,” you said with a yawn.
sukuna shed his shirt, tossing it into the hamper in the corner with ease as he walked towards your dresser. opening the drawer on the top right like muscle memory, he pulled out a pair of sweats he left here some time ago. changing into the sweats because he knew your hatred for outside clothes on your bed. when he was clad in nothing but the sweats that hung low on his hips, he climbed into bed with you, claiming the spot on your bed he knew was designated for him. it didnt take long for you to fall asleep, your breath evening out as ur head rested on his bare chest. sukuna was about to join you in slumber when his phone went off; he could see from where it sat on the side table that it was a notification from toji. rolling his eyes, sukuna assumed that it was toji complaining that he left the party. it wasnt until the phone dinged a second time that sukuna bothered to check it.
"yo. aint this ur girl?" read the message followed by an instagram post from someone sukuna did not recognize. clicking on the post and skipping past the slides of photos, sukuna lands on a live photo that highlighted you under the neon lights of a club even he was unfamiliar with. the picture was candid and captured you finishing a shot and the beginning of the laugh, where his mind filled the sound simply because of how he engraved the sound of your laughter into his memory. even with the blur of the camera, he could tell that you were under it, something he didnt even think you were capable of.
upon further examination of the post, sukuna was able to deduce that the account was a friend of yours due to your frequent features on this singular posts. one was a selfie by the bar holding up drinks, another was on the dance floor where you danced without a care in the world. sukuna had always known that you looked different without your glasses, even if only slightly. it was in the way that you carried yourself but in these photos, it was as if he didnt know the girl to begin with. had he not committed your smile to memory, he would have thought you were some girl at the club and not his girl. he found it difficult to believe this party girl was the same girl that was asleep on his chest. the same sweet girl the wrapped his knuckles and cringed at the smell of beer on his breath. the girl in the post seemed to pound back shots like no one’s business, was this who you really were?
the caption of the post set it in stone for sukuna; you werent just some book nerd that disliked parties. in fact, he now thinks you thrive in them more than he does.
never have to pay for drinks when im out with y/n ❤︎
sukuna was stunned but not entirely so. a part of him knew something was up when earlier today, every other person knew your face and name. you were charismatic sure, but it also seemed that you were another person entirely. he knew that he still loved you, even if it was only a version of you or a part of your entire being. sukuna knew that he loved the way your fingers would graze his skin when you would go to wipe your glasses on his shirt. he adored how much effort you put into your studies and helping your other classmates. he didnt mind you were a drinker but he still felt a pang in his chest at the thought of you thinking you had to hide this from him. did you think he would judge you? that he would think less of you? what made you hide this side of yourself?
his thoughts ran wild, sending him into a spiral that caused him to fidget. so much so that you blinked awake and looked up at him through half-lidded eyes. “ryo? why’re you awake, are you ok?”
your voice seemed to clear the storm in his head. you were still you, sukuna thought to himself. the girl in the club was you and you were the girl that fell asleep on his chest every night, the same girl that woke up because of him and your first though was if he was okay. that simple fact eased his mind, even if only slightly. pressing a kiss to your head before landing one on your lips, his spare hand smoothed out your head. “don’t worry about me, baby. just go to sleep.”
you did so without resistance after making him promise he would do he same. sukuna knew that he still had to confront you, something he wasn’t excited about. nevertheless, he shook the thought from his mind and focused on now.
right now, he had the most beautiful girl in arms and she trusted him enough to let him hold her in her sleep. and yet, you couldnt seem to trust him enough to tell him the truth. but still, that was a conversation for tomorrow. for now, sukuna would focus on the warmth of your body against his.
₊˚⊹☆ AAA DO WE LIKE? sorry its still kinda open ended D: i wasn't sure how to end it/write the confrontation scene i suppose. if enough ppl ask, i might be more inclined to continue it, lmk chat!!