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summary! jester!gojo has spent his entire life being madly in love with you, the princess he lived to serve. he'd grown up with you, making you laugh and fall more deeply in love with him with each passing year. only now, he has to watch as his princess is given away to another man, all because he wasn't born of pedigree. (for my angst loving babies, i live for you.)
the first time you'd heard satoru's jester bells ring for you, they were small and bright, stitched into the hem of a fool’s coat.
he had been much younger then, jingling them around as he trained in the art of humour.
he tumbled into the great hall of your castle with a wide, devilish grin, tripped on purpose, and made you laugh so hard the governess scolded both of you for being too loud. then, much later, when the room cleared out of all the important men and women, he bowed his jester hat too low and whispered that, "i would trip a thousand a time more if it meant hearing that sound, m'lady."
even as a child, your face blushed a fair pink when he'd say such foolish things.
"you're quite the glutton for trouble, jester."
"does it bother the princess?" he'd smile.
"i suppose not." you'd laugh, your voice a few octaves higher than it was now, years later when you'd both grown up, not of age just yet, but old enough to be left in the care of the jester.
he grows much taller, the golden bells that adorn the peaks of his hat and collar start to fade. you grow too, hair braided with pearls now instead of silk ribbon, lessons traded for councils and ledgers.
yet, the incredibly close bond you'd shared since childhood was ever the more stronger as time passed. he still finds you behind the tapestries when court grows dull and filled with too many deep commanding voices, spilling the embarrassing stories he'd heard jesting for the big figures in the room. with each tale you'd try to muffle your laugh, and each time he'd pull your hand down.
"ts' my job to make you smile, m'dam. please, don't hide such a pretty thing." you'd smile as he kissed the back of your knuckles.
even now, you still sneak him sugared figs and bits of stolen wine. you'd sometimes pull him out into the courtyard to share with him your lunch.
you'd talk for hours, sometimes. hours and hours about the ins and out of everything you could think of, from the way your father would nit pick each and every thing about you, to your plans to sneak off with him one day.
"you do dream big, m'lady." he'd say, a solemn smile on his fair face.
"am i not allowed to dream for a life with you?" you'd ask, lightheartedly.
"oh, but of course, anyone can dream. but you know, in your case, that's all they'll ever be.. dreams." he wasn't smiling anymore.
now, you're both at that age. the age where the kingdom decides you're ready for such unfathomable, adult things.
the day the betrothal is announced, the court applauds both you and the soon to be king.
you were supposed to be with your prince the night your engagement was announced, but instead, you'd been off to find satoru who wasn't standing suit by your bedroom door like he'd usually be.
you spot him in the narrow passage by the kitchens, his pretty face scrubbed clean of his jest paint.
“you didn’t come see me,” you say quietly.
“i'd known not if i was allowed,” he answers, turning to face you.
“since when has that stopped you?"
he looks at you with this look. a sad look. a sad look no jester should ever wear.
“since now, m'lady."
the silence and sheer chill of the walls crept into your heart, you hated it.
“say something foolish,” you demand. "please, brighten my ever decaying mood."
he smiles, but it's only small, and very, very tired. “i'm afraid i’m fresh out.”
after that, time spent together slips away from both of you.
fittings. lessons. letters sealed with wax you do not recognise. the prince is kind in that weird way strangers are kind to passer byers. he'd quiz about your favourite cliches, and you'd drone out whatever answer you thought he'd like to hear most.
satoru never bothered with cliches, he'd tell you of things far more relevant.
at night, you sit in your chambers and listen for his bells that never come.
gojo still finds you, only when he can. once, in the armory, dust motes drifting through thin light.
“you’re avoiding me,” you accuse. "stop it at once." you say, staring up at him with a pouty look.
he leans against a rack of old spears. “i’m only practicing.”
“for?"
“for when i must watch you leave, i can't make a scene.”
you cross your arms. “you’re terrible at that.”
“i know.”
another time, in the chapel after midnight, candles burned down to their wicks as you sat together in the pews.
“say it,” you whisper.
“say what.”
“whatever it is you keep swallowing down.”
he exhales through his nose. “i'm afraid it is but against the law, m'lady.”
“i am the princess, i am above such law.”
"you can be such a brat." he teased as he slips closer. not touching you, though, never touching anymore.
“i love you,” he says, finally, there's no joke to soften it up.
your chest goes rigid. “but you can’t.”
he nods. “oh do i know...”
you want to scream, to fight and say this isn't want you signed up for, but all you can muster up is a soft, "and i have loved you for many years, as well."
you both go quiet, because what can a princess with no real standing in this and a mere jester do in such a situation..
the night before the wedding, you find him beneath the eastern tower stairs, just like always. you'd just received a letter via your maid, informing you that the castle would be sending away your jester in order to "keep the future queen's mind on her duty."
you were in shambles.
“they’re sending you away,” you almost yell.
“yes, after tomorrow,” he replies. “seems cleaner.”
“cleaner? for who.” you spit.
he smiles. “everyone else.”
you step closer. “please, satoru. nevermind them.. stay.”
he laughs, soft. “don’t ask me to be so cruel, m'lady.”
“you’re a jester,” you say. “that’s your job.”
“hm, not to you.”
you want to stab your stomach with a dagger, this was all eating you up from the inside and you were losing more and more of yourself with each passing day.
“will you at least watch?” you ask, on the brink of tears.
he brings a hand up to wipe at your eyelid, a gesture he'd done so many times before, but he had to stay true to his, and the kings vow. letting you go was the best he could do for you.
“yes,” he says at last. “i’ll watch.”
the day comes and harsh stone presses cool through the soles of your shoes.
the weight of white, expensive silk rests delicately upon your shoulders, it's uncomfortable and heavy in a way armor must feel to knights who had sworn to wear it. your jewelled crown sits perfectly on your styled hair.
satoru stands just beyond the archway of the venue, dressed not in bells or paint but in plain linen, as close to invisible as a soulful man like him can manage. when he turns to see you, his eyes soften so sweetly his breath leaves his chest in a long deep sigh.
his eyes trace you over without an ounce of shame, it's as if he's attempting to learn your figure by heart in the few breaths he has left in his aching lungs. you look like something out of the old tapestries you'd used to hide behind, adorned in gold threads and beautiful silks, far too holy for the long life you have lived together in empty rooms and forgotten castle corners.
“look at you...” he says unsteadily. “aren't you a breathtaking spectacle.”
you try to laugh, like you always did at his silly little comments, but today you find the sound he loved so much to hear just wouldn't come..
before you can say his name, before you can break down and tell him you don't want this, before the call comes from inside the chapel to advance, he steps forward and drops to one knee on the stone.
“satoru,” you whisper, oh so frightened.
“please, m'lady. let me,” he murmurs.
he takes your hand. his fingers close around yours with a foreign strength that guts you. he presses his lips to your knuckles slowly, for the final time. this is the last honest thing he is allowed to do.
“i’m sorry,” he says into your skin. “i am so very sorry i wasn’t born a prince, o-or a governor. i’m sorry i couldn't be of better blood to of been worthy of your love. i learned how to make you laugh instead of how to keep you.”
your eyes get stingy. “please, don’t.”
he looks up at you then, eyes shining, face bare of all pretense. “i would have made you smile forever,” he says softly. “if they’d of let me, my princess.”
you brush your thumb along his cheek without thinking, catching the wet there. one tear slips free despite everything he is doing to hold himself together.
“i wish my dreams were to come true.” you tell him.
"i wish i'd of made them come true, my love. that's on me."
a voice calls your title from inside the chapel.
satoru squeezes your hand once more, like he is trying to pass something to you through your delicate skin.
“you look stunning,” he says, clearing his throat looking down. “such a sight.”
you want to stay, god, you want to fall to your knees with him, forget crowns and alliances and every rule that has ever touched you. but of course, instead, you let your hand slip from his desperate handling.
when you turn away, you do not look back. you cannot.
the doors open and light pours in through magnificent stained glass, coloring the aisle in reds and blues meant for saints and martyrs.
only, you couldn't appreciate the sight with your vision so blurred from tears. the deep, harmonic music rises and falls with each crescendo, slow and ceremonial. it doesn't give you any sort of feeling of joy or peace, no. it feels eerie and like your life was all a lead up to this gut wrenching loss. the loss of your jester.
at the back of the chapel, satoru watches you walk toward another man, a man lucky enough to be born worthy of you. he remembers the courtyard stones under bare feet, your laughter screeching too loud for court.
he imagines what it would have been like to reach for you where you stood now, to lift you into his arms and run far away, to make a spectacle worthy of the stories they tell children. he imagines the guards. the blood. the way you would look at him when it was over.
he stays where he is.
as you're about to hit the podium, you look back.
just once.
your eyes land on him like they always have.
... he is crying.
a single tear slips down his face, catching the multicoloured light before it falls.
...
the after celebration blurs into a pageant of duty. cups raised in the air, laughter spills from approving mouths. the prince stands closer to your ear and says something meant to make you smile. you do, but it's passable. nothing of the smile satoru could bring from you.
.
in the crowd, a jester bows one last time.
no one notices when he slips out through the side gate. no one calls his name. the road waits, indifferent and open.
years later, people will tell stories.
they will say the princess was beloved. they will say the marriage brought peace. they will say the jester left to chase brighter courts, richer crowds.
no one will say that once, in a quiet castle, a fool loved a princess with everything he had and asked for nothing in return.
but sometimes, when the wind moves just right through the corridors of your new home, a faint sound carries with it. not bells, but something softer. a laugh remembered. a presence felt but never named.
and in that moment, solemn and aching in its own way, you wonder if somewhere on a long road, a man in worn shoes still keeps a space for you, so carefully protected and untouched, like a relic of a beautiful life that almost was.
it was an honest mistake. that’s what you keep telling yourself.
you could blame yourself just as much…but then again, how could sukuna have forgotten?
it was a long weekend, and by this time everyone had already boarded their planes, busses, trains, taxis, whatever, and headed to some trip for the next five days, the campus was practically deserted. your un-ideal friend group, shoko, utahime, her crush yuno, nanami, gojo, geto, and sukuna happened to stay that thrusday night.
either way, you all find yourselves at a high end club gojo had dragged your friends too — he’d heard a couple people from sports teams were gonna be there since a friend had managed to open for the DJ.
“woah, the line is so long,” shoko grumbles lightening her cigarette as you all follow gojo in a single file line. sukuna and gojo were both wearing backwards baseball caps as geto leans towards shoko for a light.
“no problem no problem,” gojo waves you all to keep following.
your knee high boots hit the pavement with each step, heels clicking as the warm breeze brushes your black skirt. you instinctively move to keep it from lifting up, unaware of the line of men your passing against the wall. your fingers casually fix the spaghetti strap around your neck as you walk, keeping your risky black top from flashing anyone.
cold annoyance crosses a certain man’s face, his expression dropping as he clenches his jaw. you really have no idea how you come off to other people, sukuna tsks. he easily maneuvers himself to the inside of the street, purposely blocking the pervy mens view of you. one hand casually sliding to your exposed back — just a few flimsy ass strings keeping your shirt together — guiding you forward.
“have you ever been here before?” you ask, oblivious to what he’d done, but clearly irritated by how crowded this club is starting to look.
the frat boy clicks his tongue, “can’t remember. he’s taken us to a handful of em’ so I can’t tell the difference from the outside.”
once you reach the front of the line, gojo, as confident and privileged as ever, makes his way to the bouncer. you and the rest of the group stand ideally by, yuno and utahime are giggling, shoko and geto smoke with nanami waving it away, and sukuna’s thumb occasionally rubs your spine as you stand with your arms crossed, brushing your hair off your face every time the wind blows it. neither one of you bat a single eye at the people glaring at you on the line, or whispering, or pointing.
“this better not be some stinky cesspool,” shoko mutters, as utahime chimes in, all of you watch gojo closely as the bouncer calls someone out of the club.
you raise a brow as the man’s face lights up upon seeing gojo. the man embraces the snowy haired frat boy, just for him to say something in the man’s ear making him bark back with laughter. then he turn to you guys, pointing. and in seconds, you’re all inside, cutting the insane line that rounds the block. a few people curse out in anger, but none of you bat an eye as sukuna’s the last to step in, with his hand in front of him on your waist, keeping you in eye sight.
the club was as loud and chaotic as gojo had mentioned, and he definitely knew his way around. he slipped past the crowd like he belonged there, your wrists stamped, security nodding as you followed gojo up the stairs toward the VIP balconies. below, the dance floor churned, lights flashing, and bodies jumping in unison, while up here the air felt sharper, cooler.
“you’re welcome,” gojo cheered, allowing you all some breathing room as you packed in, grateful that you’re not squished down there, which is where you’d all be if it wasn’t for mr. daddy’s connections.
that’s how the night started. leaning over the railing, laughing too loud, drinks already being chugged down, watching the chaos from the perch. first was hime and yuno who went to down to dance, then gojo, who caught some girl’s eye, then shoko pushing nanami down, but the two just ended up chatting in the corner with some familiar friends. geto was flirting in the balcony over. and you were left with….
“how much are you gonna drink tonight?” sukuna husks in your ear, arm wrapped around the back of the booth, leaning in close.
your hand grazes his thigh, resting your head back on his toned arm, lashes batting up as you eye the sweaty flush that’s already dusted his cheeks. you can only guess you have the same look in your eyes as you gaze down at his lips. you fix your position, chest rising up, catching the way his red irises flick down to see your tits.
“until you tell me to stop,” you answer, devilish smile tugging at your lips. sukuna snorts licking his bottom lip, his arm that was wrapped around the back of the seat, curls around you, pressing his fingers to your jaw, tilting your face up. his breath fans against you, lidded gaze set on your eyes.
“yeah?” he husks.
you hum, chin tilting up, “yeah.”
is it the alcohol, or do you always look so precious? his heart beats a little quicker as you stare up at him, your pupils growing as your lips part with a gentle exhale. do you know how hot you look right now?
his head dips, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss. neither of you bother with the crowded club, the base of the music thumping your hearts as he easily sets his drink aside, free hand now brushing your waist, the other curling up your throat, guiding your lips how he wants.
your tongues collide, hot breaths mixing as you deepen the kiss. your chest turning, and fingers curling around his nape. your drunk lips always become greedy. hopefully, it’s only ever been with him, he thinks.
he pulls away after a moment, panting against your lips as you heave quietly. his hand touches your exposed thigh, red iris’s flicking between yours with unspoken words. words that look like a blur in his mind when all he can see is the girl in front of him. the one twirling the short hair at his nape around her finger. the one that’s slowly getting him riled up after one hypnotizing kiss and look in her eyes. the same one that’s leaning up again, ghosting her lips over his—
“hey! no sex in the booths, come dance, losers!”
utahime huffs, reaching for the drink she left, grabbing yuno’s drink along with hers. gojo stumbles up to the balcony as well, downing another drink. “haha I put a song request in—“
“how?” utahime gasps, just for gojo to throw a casual shrug, because isn’t it obvious how?
“I have my ways,” is all he says, before he’s narrowing his eyes at sukuna, and the firm hand he has high on your thigh. “no fucking in the booths—“
“why does everyone keep saying that?” sukuna barks, followed by your hum as you stand up. what you weren’t expecting was utahime’s narrowed eyes and gojo’s knowing scoff.
he points at you both, “you two are the ones saying this relationship is JUST sex, that’s unless…?”
though slightly tipsy, utahime immediately catches the annoyance that crosses sukuna’s face, along with your subtle eye roll at gojo’s obviously subtle accusation. you two are unbelievable, she thinks. her heart beats a little quicker when she notices sukuna’s eyes flick over you when you reach for your glass. his gaze settling on your ass, then your face. she seriously can’t tell what’s going on between you guys anymore. it gets more and more confusing by the day, and it’s like you both are actively avoiding a fire that you’re both flaming.
“come dance with me a bit!” utahime grabs your wrist before you can argue.
“woah, hime,” you stumble slightly, but catch yourself. you miss the slight flinch in sukuna’s movement at your little stumble, but gojo doesn’t. his brow raising at his friend, just for the tatted man to tsk, “what?” he snaps, chugging his drink.
the club was much livelier on the main level. the balcony though more bearable, was disconnected from the youthful fun that’s pumping through your veins now. especially with your friends jumping beside you. gojo had maneuvered his way over, nudging yuno in utahime’s direction. neither of them realizing that without utahime, you were now much more vulnerable…
geto was flirting with two women he’d brought up to their vip section, while sukuna watched from the railing, his eyes narrow the second he finally sees utahime leave you. my turn.
he chugs his drink, hissing at the burning sting, and quickly heads down, unaware of the crowd that started swallowing you up. by the time he’d reached you, the bass had thickened, the floor vibrating under his boots, and the space around you had changed.
men he did and did not recognize lingered too close, their eyes tracking the sway of your hips, the careless bounce of your skirt as you laughed at something someone said. you were loose in that way you only ever got with your friends, shoulders relaxed, head tipped back, guard completely down. sukuna felt a dark pit swirl in his chest.
you didn’t even notice how the circle around you had tightened, how utahime’s absence left a gap no one respectable bothered to fill. and that was the problem—you trusted the room because you thought you weren’t alone.
he slowed just enough to take it in, jaw tightening as blood sizzled hot beneath his skin. it wasn’t just the stares, it was how easy you made it look, how effortlessly you stood in the crowd, how you smiled without thinking who it was for. his presence cut through the crowd before he even touched you, knocking into shoulders aggressively until they began parting like water. especially when he caught the eyes of a few familiar frat brothers.
people stared. watching the man with face tattoos shove through the crowd, until his hand finally touches your waist, firm and unmistakable, it wasn’t gentle. it was a reminder. his.
the men watching noticed immediately. you did too. your breath hitched as you turned, surprise melting into something softer when you saw him. sukuna leaned in close, mouth near your ear, eyes still sharp and daring anyone to test him. “i take my eyes off you for two minutes,” he murmurs, low and dangerous, “and the whole room forgets how to behave.”
your lips part in mild shock, cheeks heating as you lean your back into his chest. “you were staring at me?” your light tease elects a squeeze to your waist, the music getting you to sway your hips back into him.
“are you surprised?” he husks, keeping your body pressed to his.
you smile to yourself. you place your hand over the one he has on your waist, head tipping to nudge his face. your breaths mix, his body easily moving with yours and the beat. he wasn’t a dancer, he mainly lurked in the back, or poured drinks into womens open mouths. the most he’ll do on the dance floor is this, and it’s only because of how familiar his body has gotten to you.
“I’m surprised you want to dance,” your cool response earns a devilish glare from the man. your ass pressing against his crotch, feeling the hardness in seconds.
“feels more like somethin’ else,” he whispers in your ear, both hands digging into your hips, keeping your ass grinding against his growing bulge. “y’er getting excited after a few drinks?”
“I’m happy about the break,” you smile, turning in his arms, your hands sliding up his shoulders, before they wrap around his neck pulling him to your lips.
from an outsiders point of view, you looked like the description of a flirty couple. the intimacy of your close faces, words exchanged in whispers, hands wandering each other with familiarity.
but it wasn’t like that.
and a few of the guys in the crowd were from campus, and a couple were aware of the sexual relationship the vp of the frat and infamous hot headed captain of the soccer team had with this girl. rumors always spreading, dating/side-chick/stalker, but most ruled, at the end of the day, either of you are fair game.
however, the way sukuna glares at them over your shoulder, says otherwise.
“it’s a four day weekend. fat cry from a real ass break,” he corrects, but you shrug.
“even better,” you whisper, lips hovering his, your heels lifting off the sticky floor to stand higher, “means we can fuck all day, right?” his jaw clenches, heat crawling up his neck at your vulgar choice of words. “you’re not leavin’ for the break?”
“no,” he husks, the reply quick, earning him a wet kiss from you. he hums in satisfaction, parting his lips for you, just for you to exhale, warm breath entering his mouth.
“then I wanna fuck,” you sigh, “tonight. in the morning. the afternoon, when the sun sets—I wanna feel so full. so satisfied. that I’ll just die in limbo, until the break is over.”
holy…fuck.
his cock swells in seconds. your words flooding through his veins and chubbing up his nine thick inches. the veins around his arms and biceps strain. muscles flexing as he groans into your lips. sharp teeth flashing as he bites your bottom lip, hand firm as it dips over your ass, squeezing over your skirt.
“y’er fucking drunk,” he murmurs, voice dangerously low as you continue moving your hips to the beat, his thigh managing to slot between your legs as your lips part against his, gasp getting swallowed.
“do you not wanna fuck me, ryomen?”
he clicks his sharp tongue, eyes growing dark.
“woah—“ you let out a surprised gasp as he spins you around, pulling your hips back, back hitting his chest. his lips drop to your ear, confidently grinding his thick bulge against your ass, squeezing your waist. “grab your shit from the booth and I’ll call an uber.”
he pushes you forward after a mean kiss, hand slapping your ass forward making you let out a little yelp. sukuna licks his teeth, possessive eyes tracking your figure as you quickly move through the crowd and up the stairs. your cute self glancing over your shoulder, catching the tatted man still staring at you just for him to shoot you a wink. dumbass, you think.
as you grab your purse, finishing your drink you’d previously left, sukuna was pushing past sweaty bodies, bumping into familiar faces, before an arm catches his shoulder.
“you leaving?” geto stumbles slightly, laughing as a girl clings to his other arm.
sukuna hums, eyes briefly flicking over his friend and his plaything, before he’s glancing down at his phone. sukuna barely hears the next words geto is saying, instead he manages to catch you heading to the exit, blood steaming at the sight of two men lurking behind you.
“fuck this,” sukuna barks under his breath. you’re not even looking over your fucking shoulder, he swears. his blood curdles as he looses sight, knocking people’s drinks as he shoves past the crowd.
you hadn’t even noticed the shadows that tracked your every step. your fingers once again fixing your risky top, balance off as you stumble on your heels again. your eyes widen, just for an arm to quickly catch your waist, keeping you from falling on your face.
“oh—shit,” you gasp, regaining your balance as you laugh awkwardly, eyes glancing up at the unfamiliar face. “thanks,” you give a tight-lipped smile, hand coming to the man’s arm to brush it off your waist, now that you’re standing. however your blood runs cold as you feel him squeeze the flesh. your heart dropping to your ass at the grip that tightens arounds you.
“heading out already, cutie?” the slimy voice sinks in your ear, making you flinch back with repulsion.
your eyes flash with anger—“dude what the fuck!—“
before you can blink, the man is suddenly hitting the ground, making you stumble just to feel another arm pull you back, “you’re unbelievable,” sukuna seethes, his possessive arm around your waist quickly pushes you to the exit.
“woah, I can’t walk that fast, man,” you stumble for the thousandth time that night, desperately fixing your shirt as it flows with your steps.
that’s when he snaps.
his muscles flex as he dips down, with such ease, the hand on your waist drops lower and lifts you off the ground with one muscular tatted arm.
“woah,” your eyes widen, holding his shoulder for balance as he keeps one arm free to shove people aside and slam out onto the street. your heart stutters, cheeks growing hotter as he walks a few paces down the street before dropping you on the pavement. “lol thanks,” you giggle, the alcohol in your system making you a little tipsy. however, sukuna just tsks, arm still around your waist as he keeps you close, fingers flicking through his phone just to see the uber pull up.
“c’mon,” he manhandles you the entire way, unbothered by your protests for him to stop pushing you. your eyes easily rolling as you try to shrug the hand pushing at your lower back as you crawl into the uber.
“ryomen,” you huff again, slapping his hand that’s at the hem of your skirt, unaware that he’s protecting your dignity since you’re practically flashing the entire street with your sheer lacey black panties.
sukuna bites his jaw, slipping behind to finally slam the door shut. once again, you’re fixing your top, shuffling beside him as the uber starts, your skirt bunched high up your thigh as sukuna’s eyes flick to the exposed flesh.
“we’re going to my place right?” you ask, brows furrow as you look around, “woah wait—where’s my purse—“
his hand moves it from his side to place it on your lap, your eyes widen momentarily, “thanks,” you fish for your phone, relaxing when you find it, glancing at the man as his gaze remains on your thighs, then to your fingers fiddling with your top, again.
“why’d you wear that if you’re gonna keep picking at it?” he huffs, blood quietly flowing under his skin, palm sliding on your knee, tracing the soft skin up your thigh.
“I haven’t worn it in a bit, so I completely forgot how easily it moves out of place,” you say, fixing it again, sukuna’s eyes darken just a bit when you slip your hand inside to fix your tits. “it makes my tittes look hot, right?”
his grip tightens on your thigh, leaning close to your ear, kissing the soft skin, “mmm, pretty sure that’s what everyone was thinking.” he mutters quietly, kissing your neck again, and again. his teeth sink into your neck, earning a quiet whimper from you before his warm tongue presses against the skin, reliving the pain.
he inhales your sweet scent, a mix of your coconut lavender oil that glistens over your exposed skin, and the natural sweetness that’s gotten more prominent from the dancing and the heat of the crowded club. his eyes roll back, groaning lowly as he sucks another possessive hickey on your neck, inhaling your scent like it’s a fucking drug, hand moving higher up your thigh, as you brush his nape, soft sighs escaping.
it was the unspoken pull, that binds you together.
the twists in your chest and the pits in his stomach, that neither of you address, instead, bound to fall in each others arms for the single purpose of pleasure, relief, and intimacy.
even when he’s pulling away, red iris’s flashing when he catches the driver glancing at your chest as you fix your top again, he doesn’t bother to explain his curdling possessiveness as he snaps. “keep y’er eyes on the fucking road.”
your eyes widen at the sudden bark, glancing at the cowering driver, then sukuna glaring daggers straight into the front mirror. awkward.
sukuna moves his hand from your warm thigh, to wrap around the back of your seat. his jaw ticks as he manspreads like it’s the only way he knows how to sit, his thumb tapping impatiently against your shoulder as he looks out the window. the night has been rubbing him the wrong way the moment you all reached the club. your complete lack of awareness was starting to tick him off even more, fixing your top wherever ever, in front of whoever. he can’t even remember if you’re always like that, but tonight was a bit excessive.
“don’t fall asleep,” you whisper, leaning against his chest as your hand rubs his toned stomach over his shirt, cheek pressing against his shoulder as your hand slides down to his lap, palming his crotch.
“shit,” he hisses, biting back a groan as you lean up to kiss his neck. palming his bulge again just for his hand to grip your wrist, squeezing. “y’ wanna fuck here?” he threatens.
your eyes widen, lips pursing as you softly pant against his neck. “heck no.”
“then stop,” he pushes your hand off his bulge, finally cutting your teasing as you slump in his side. your arm no longer on his crotch, now hugging his torso as you lay your head against his chest, legs thrown over one thigh as he keeps his arm wrapped around you as the other, brushes the outside of your thigh, head falling back as his eyes clench shut.
just sex. he thinks internally.
once the uber stops, he’s quick to tug you out, hand on your skirt to keep it from lifting as you stumble out. groaning again at his aggressive manhandling. “seriously, ryo, I’m gonna smash my face on the ground,” you snap with dramatics, catching yourself on his arm as he slams the car door shut.
“y’know everyone’s been eye fucking you all night?” he clips, eyes glaring as he scoops you off your feet again. one arm under your knees as you gasp again, holding his shoulder as you glare at him.
“isn’t that the point. you clearly wanna fuck me now,” you quip with boredom.
sukuna tsks, lifting you up to fix his hold as he walks up to the entrance. “that’s different.”
your brows furrow tilting your head back, immediately clicking where you are. “I thought we were going to my place?” sukuna fiddles with his pocket, dropping you at the doorstep to pull out his keys.
“I got distracted and accidentally put my address in,” he says, pushing the door open and then pushing you inside, just for you to trip on your feet, then getting pulled back. “your stupid shoes.”
“it’s not my shoes it’s the shoving,” you huff, shrugging his arm off, “wha—!”
your world suddenly flips. sukuna throws you over his shoulder, hand cracking down on your exposed ass, grabbing a cheek aggressively making you yelp. you don’t even complain, not until he aggressively dropping you on his bed, tugging your shoes, just to suddenly pull your entire body to edge of the bed, almost falling off.
“zipper,” you huff leaning up, pointing at the zipper halfway down the boots. he tsks, pushing your hand aside as he unzips the shoes and finally tugs both off. you barely have time to think when he pushes your legs apart with his upper body. “tonight, the morning, afternoon,” he repeats your words from earlier, hands splayed on each of your thighs pushing your legs further apart, tugging your panties to the side, “fuck, you’re so wet.”
your whines bounce of the walls, bucking your hips up as you pull his head closer. your hands push your annoying top off, hand tugging at your nipples pulling a whine from your throat as his tongue dips into your syrupy sweetness, eyes flicking up as he places a hand on your other breast, groping as you whine.
“fuck,” you sigh, hand clasping over his letting him squeeze the pretty flesh of your tits as you wiggle your hips against his face. “love it so—uh-so much, ryo,” your moans sound like fucking sin.
his groan travels deep from his chest pressing his face further between your legs, nuzzling his nose against your clit, tongue following the sticky sweetness to your pulsing hole. your legs part naturally, combing back his hair to tug at the dark roots, hips arching off the bed as he squeezes your tit, nails digging in making you whine out in pleasure.
it was the combination of alcohol, freedom of the long weekend, and overwhelming desire to get fucked dumb, that you didn’t fully question sukuna’s mistake to go to the frat instead of your place. not even when he’s making you cum on his tongue, groaning unbelievably loud as he pulls off, tugging his shirt over his head and climbing up your body kissing up your chest to suck marks along your neck, fingers sinking into your pussy.
“fuck, how wet were ya when we were at the club?” he questions against your neck, curling two fingers, rough digits hitting your sweet spot. you choke, arm wrapped around his neck, tugging his hair up to your face. he grunts at the stinging in his scalp, lips crashing to sink his teeth into your bottom lip making you moan louder. “slut.”
his fingers piston inside your hole, chuckling darkly when your legs spread wide, tongue falling out as he laps at it, messy and wet. unaware of the fact that he’d left his bedroom door wide open.
“angh…haah…mm-ry—ryoo,” you whine so lewdly, it should be illegal to sound so fucking sweet and hot at the same time. he licks every corner of your mouth, grunting in your lips as his forearms flex with each curl of his fingers, spitting a wet glob in your mouth, just for you to choke on another moan as the coil deep in your stomach comes undone.
“you can take it,” he keeps your legs parted, fingering you roughly through your orgasm. your face presses into his neck, a silent moan escaping with a few chokes from the back of your throat, until he’s sliding his fingers out, slapping your clit just for your entire body to flinch. “you gonna answer my question, baby?” he moves to straddle your waist, shit eating grin on his face, as you try to catch your breath. hand on his thigh as he unbuckles his belt and pushes the waistband of his boxers down.
your lashes flutter, eyes closed unaware of the man whipping his fat cock out, hovering over your pretty face.
“answer me,” he husks, just to spit right on his cock, licking his lip as he strokes himself over your face, leaning down to press his engorged tip against your cheek.
you blink, brow raising as you see the scary size dragging across your bottom lip now. “seriously,” you snort, tongue falling out to lap.
“most girls would pull away,” he mutters, holding the base of his cock as he pushes his tip against your pouty mouth, biting his lip once your lips part to plant a wet kiss on it.
you gaze up at him through your lashes. the innocence drips from your expression like you’re just licking a popsicle, fingers moving up his inner thigh. he groans low and rough, sinking his cock past your lips, abs flexing above you as you swirl your tongue around the engorged tip— “shit!” he hisses sharply.
you suck his tip harshly, hallowing your cheeks in seconds before he tugging his cock out, heart jumping when your teeth skims.
his sharp gaze catches the glint in your eyes. your tongue hangs out again, mouth an open invitation.
“fucking brat,” he swears, collecting your droll, then slapping the heavy member against your tongue. “you like choking on my dick? y’ that desperate to drink my cum up?”
your expression barely wavers, except for the heat that crawls up your neck, your breath uneven at the anticipation because the short answer is yes. you’re desperate for his thick warm cum. your chin juts out, licking his cock as he drags it across your cheek before returning to your mouth.
“open wider, it’s a big fit,” he commands, hand pressing against the wall in front of him before slowly sinking his cock into your mouth. “fhuck.” sukuna realized quickly that the fastest way to make you tear up was to stuff his giant cock into your adorable mouth. the same one that he kisses, and the same one that lets our quiet whines and unfiltered sweet moans.
your lashes flutter shut, nails gripping his jeans as he slowly thrusts his hips in shallow thrusts, eyes boring into your face watching every twitch and tear. he cants tear his eyes away, especially when you start whining around his cock, kissing and spitting when he’d pull out so just hit tip was in your mouth which you seemed to like more. “keep kissing’ it, pretty slut. wet my cock f’er me—you want me slipping in that tight pussy of yours dontcha?”
you hum with pleasure, earning a head pat by the man above. his eyes twinkle as your eyes flutter shut again, kissing and sucking his tip like it’s the best thing to ever go in your mouth. and it was twisted how he has you under him worshipping his cock with thoughts that just revolve around him, and all he can think about is how all those man dragged their disgusting eyes over your figure all night, boring holes into your skin, sick minds wandering when you’d fix your top thinking they’d be the ones to rip it off and have you under them. one even managed to touch you—his jaw clenches.
“how long was your pussy leaking, brat?” he pulls his cock out, laying it against your cheek, just for you to turn your head to nuzzle it like some cockdrunken whore. “shit.”
he rips himself away, hand squishing your pretty cheeks, cock hanging over your heaving tits, nipples perky as you blink up at him. your pretty hand wraps around his wrist, whining, as he squishes your cheeks harder.
you try to speak, words muffled from his grip, he loosens so you can speak with clarity, “you want me to tell you how I was wet the whole time?”
“I want the truth,” he scoffs.
his mind gets distracted looking at your pretty lips, thumb rubbing the soft flesh, unaware that he’d pushed his thumb in, groaning when you start sucking his thumb.
it was always a rollercoaster with you guys. he pulls his thumb out, leaning down so his face was right above yours. “I’m gonna spit on you. tell me.”
were you worse or the same as him? he can’t tell. not when you’re smiling widely, sticking your tongue out for him.
“fuck,” he collects a good amount in his mouth, heart racing as you arch your back off the mattress, thighs clenching as you stare right at him.
he spits.
your eyes flutter. the glob hits your tongue and sends a shock of electricity through your veins, cheeks heating up, and pupils blowing. the satisfaction of being claimed by sukuna was mind-numbing.
you swallow.
then your eyes meet again, and sukuna is awe-struck, as he is whenever you pull shit like this under him. your lips part, licking your lips as you shuffle with impatience, hand rubbing his thigh. “ryo…kiss me.”
fuck pride.
his lips crash into yours.
he wastes no time cradling your head like the most precious thing in the world, swallowing your moans and breath, managing to maneuver himself off the bed. he allows you to kiss him as you’re sat up. your arms are locked around his neck unable to tear yourself away from him as he shrugs his jeans and boxers off, pulling your skirt and panties off before his arms hook under your legs, kneeling on the bed. “big stretch, brat,” was his only warning before he’s slamming his length inside.
you gasp, eyes wide as he pulls his hips back, slamming the his girth in, catching his fall with one arm beside your head. “ngh so fuckin’ tight, pussy fits like a fuckin’ glove,” he husks. your nails dig into his shoulder, legs hooked over his arms, as he hammers his cock into your squelching hole, throwing all self-control out the door, even as your crying and whining, he’s just groaning with animalistic lust into your ear.
when the ropes of hot cum fill your creamy pussy, sukuna continues pumping his cock, overstimulating your poor hole until the tears have washed your make up off and he’s pushing himself to a second orgasm.
and while you were dumb on this man’s cock, you hadn’t heard the front door, or the group of men and a few women that came back from the club. or that sukuna had left the information of an after party hangout at the frat from you. the opening DJ was supposedly coming back from some shots with the guys a couple girls they picked up for a chiller night.
but what the men heard was the rough rocking of a bed, followed by the sweetest moans ever and rough hot grunts.
“y’er the one that said you wanted to get fucked stupid, but you’re now crying like a big crybaby,” he laughs, choking at the way you clamp up around him. “my crybaby can’t handle this dick anymore?”
“I can!” you cry out, big globs of tears rolling down your hot cheeks.
“then take it,” his hips snap, and you gasp again. his thighs connect to your ass with creamy sticky webs, unbothered by the mess as he folds you into a deeper mating press, groaning at the squelch when he pulls out to slam harder. “gonna pump so much cum in ya, pussy loves my cum, don’t it, crybaby?”
your words are just a bumbling mess. but you manage to whimper a sweet delicious, “y-yess ryo—“
his biceps flex beside you, abs tightening as he feels his balls clench up, “shiit—“
it was a mind splitting orgasm.
his teeth sink into your shoulder, face buried as he groans. you gasp out a sweet cry, one would think your just getting your pretty pussy fingered, and not getting fucked by a mean thick cock. but that’s what drives sukuna crazy. the way your moans grow much sweeter the more overstimulated you get. it’d get any man to cum just by the sound.
and he’s no different. his tip pulses, spilling a heavy load deep in your warm pussy, painting your gummy walls a hot white. his chest heaves, skin glistening with sweat as it sticks to yours. his teeth retract from your shoulder, hot tongue replacing the stinging as he licks the mark, kissing it. he drops your legs carefully letting them clamp around his waist, kissing up your neck, and nuzzling his face to inhale the scent of your sweat. his hair sticking to his forehead.
“you still there?” he pants, kissing your sticky cheek before pushing up. caged under him, his eyes darken with pride at the state you’re in.
your lashes coated with tears, your hypnotizing gaze glossed over all the same, and your lips an open pout as you heave. you look like a fucking princess. his hand cups your damp cheek, lowering his face back down.
“wanna kiss from me, baby?”
he was sick. the faux sympathy he’s expressing as if he isn’t the reason you’re dumb pretty mess. but it doesn’t matter, not when you’re nodding your head, still heaving softly, hand touching his bicep.
“yeah?” he husks, lips hovering over yours. you can barely form words, so all that comes out is a small whine from the back of your throat, and your lips parting for him. “cute,” he mutters, giving you your kiss, thumb caressing your cheek as he carefully pulls out, jaw slacking at the cool air that touches his wet cock.
your eyes flutter shut, body spent as he pulls away, tongue swiping his lips as he sits up, and that’s when he hears the creak over his shoulder.
his eyes snap behind. everything goes dark. the group of men, both athletes and frat guys, all huddled at the top of the stairs, feel their hearts drop to their asses when they lock eyes with scariest most intimidating man on campus. excluding two, a certain white haired man, along with his smug best friend, albeit both their faces are flushed a deep crimson, but when sukuna’s irises gleam a dark threatening red, they don’t cower like the other men scrambling to explain.
“who leaves the door open!?” one sputters.
“who is that—“
you stir on the bed, vision blurry as you try to sit up. “what—“ but sukuna flips the throw blanket over yours, standing up.
completely comfortable with his masculinity, he walks up to his door, a few men stumble back and sukuna hadn’t noticed the few girls within them that had also come up to look. what he did notice was the few men that were eyeing you at the club and he was definitely drunk when he left his door open— but still, what’s done is done—
“just sex,” is all he says, loud enough for gojo to hear, making the man scoff.
“you’re a fucking idiot,” gojo rolls his eyes, because yeah, his friend is a fucking idiot.
sukuna tsks, hand curling around his door, “fuck off downstairs.”
the door slams.
gojo shakes his head, turning to shoo the men downstairs as he explains to geto what had happened in the club for the full picture. however, as smart as sukuna thinks he is, he will never be able to understand your relationship anymore. fuck buddies. friends with benefits.
none of it can explain the look on your face when he turns back to the bed. you’re sitting up, brows scrunched together in mild confusion as you hold his blanket to your chest.
“did you leave the door open on purpose?”
his eyes meet yours, kneeling back on the bed. “fuck no, was an accident.”
your heart picks up, body language clearly not easing at his response. “you’re fucking weird, y’know that?” and your tone doesn’t come out as harsh as you wanted it too. it was more of a question then a statement.
“i did tell ya they all wanna fuck you,” he mutters, grabbing his shirt off the ground to wipe his dick.
your head pounds, what is that even supposed to mean? you lay back on the bed, arm wrapping over your face, “whatever ryo, just clean me up.”
you miss the way his jaw ticks. his brows furrow and stomach churns, what the fuck was he saying that for? he questions himself, muscles tense, as he brushes the blanket off you, cleaning the mess. neither of you exchange any words, both pushing the awkwardness, and the way the air’s grown thick, all for him to press himself against your back, arm wrapping around you with possession, and burying his face in your hair.
and even when the sun rises the next morning, and you’re turning over, you can’t fully stomach the way he acted last night, so your solution.
“haah fuck,” you sigh, head thrown back, as the man grunts under you, hands digging into your hips as you bounce your pretty self on his mind-numbing cock, forgetting any other details other than the fact that he’s your fuck buddy first.
a/n: I imagined this going in a different direction but I held off on it bc I think it’ll be better for another part! anyways I hope u guys enjoyed it, ik a lot of you were asking for jealous kuna so I hope you’ve been fed just a bit <33 — (divider by @/saradika-graphics)
“santa has a list,” sukuna mutters, “which one are you on?”
your head tilts, eyes glancing away from your ipad, to the man, “both.”
sukuna snorts, glancing over your face, before his lip twitches up. “wanna play naughty or nice?”
your brow quirks. “what’s that?”
“you’ve never heard of it?” sukuna licks his lips. he came over after his last lecture a few hours ago, nose and ears pink from the freezing cold, and immediately snuggling his cock in your warmth. and now you’re both lazily sprawled on your couch, studying for finals as some cheesy christmas movie plays in the background. and now sukuna was distracting you both, and your curious. so you shake your head.
“it’s kinda link never have i ever. i ask you a question and you answer,” he says.
“and you decide?” you ask.
“yeah,” sukuna replies easily. “I decide.”
“how’re you judging then? what’s nice versus naughty?” you ask, now completely hooked.
sukuna’s eyes are slow and sharp, head tilting back on the couch, legs spreading wider as he rests one arm behind his head, biceps flexing as he does, and the other stroking your legs that have been resting over his lap for the last fifteen minutes. “nice would be something boring, or not that deep like if ask something mean you’ve done in the last month and you say bumping into someone and not saying sorry.” he pauses, mouth quirking. “that’s not bad…but naughty,” his voice drops. “naughty is something selfish you did and or something dirty you thought, like if I asked ya’ what’s the last inappropriate thought you had and you said you secretly wanna be fucked in front of an audience. seven deadly sins type shi.”
you lean back against the arm rest now, chest warm, and stomach heating up, “okay…but lemme ask a question first because i wanna know how to answer.”
sukuna tsks, “i told you about the game.”
“well whatever, cmon,” you kick his thigh lightly, making him click his tongue, holding your legs in place. he exhales, hips shifting up as he gets comfortable, nodding at you to ask the first question.
“what is something, you think was, a little cruel that you’ve done in the last month?” you watch sukuna carefully as he narrows his eyes in thought, before easily replying.
“i had one of the pledges shovel the snow in the yard with a spoon because he was being a little shit before finals and wouldn’t help out with cleanup.”
“what the hell??—naughty,” your face scrunches in displeasure. “is he okay?”
sukuna rolls his eyes at your sympathy, “yeah whatever. my turn.” you sigh, arms crossing over your chest. “what’s something mean you’ve done to a guy this year?”
you purse your lips in thought, “hmm…i ghosted a guy earlier this year.”
sukuna’s eyes narrow, “and?”
“what do you mean and?”
“that’s nothin’ you just ghosted him, why?” he pushes you for more details, and you give in.
“he was annoying, and….” sukuna raises a brow, waiting. you glance away, biting your cheek. “someone said he had a small dick, so like…I didn’t wanna bother…”
sukuna barks with laughter, head flying back as he squeezes your thigh, “naughty, but valid,” he rules. you bite your cheek, before thinking of the next question so you can take the spotlight off yourself.
“what’s something you told someone that was a complete lie, and why?”
“told gojo jumping in the freezing ass pool nude would make your dick grithier because he wouldn’t pass me the ball during practice.”
now you’re cackling, making the fratboy smile, “naughty,” you tsk.
sukuna is lazily caressing and squeezing your thigh as he thinks of his next question. “what’s something you regret doing?”
this one has you stumped for it…“hmm I’ve lied multiple times to shoko and hime about being too busy to study, but I just didn’t wanna hangout.”
“why?” his brow quirks, body turning leaning his side against the couch, head propped up.
you shrug, “just didn’t wanna hangout. was tired, or just…didn’t feel like it…or you were over and I’d rather have…like sex with you.” you mutter the last part with a short shrug.
sukuna bites back a smirk, and pretends to think for a moment, glancing over your features before ruling, “nice.” then the mood shifts.
you bite your cheek, giving him a skeptical look, then proceeding, “what’s the last unhinged thought you had?”
“thought about fucking you…in the middle of the library when we were studying yesterday.”
your cheeks flush, eyes going wide, “what?? n-naughty, what the hell?”
his hand slowly drags up your warm thighs. “my turn,” he says lowly. “what’s a dirty turn on you’ve been getting lately?”
you swallow thickly, wetting your lip, “um…i’ve gotten turned on by your games.” his brow quirks, making you elaborate. “when you yell at the refs on the field, or at the other players.”
oh you’re naughty as shit, sukuna’s canines shine, “your pussy gets wet when I’m mad?”
you shift, “not mad, more like pissed off on the field.”
“so you do get wet?” he shifts closer, large palm between your thighs, squeezing the plush flesh. “that’s pretty naughty.”
you flush, shrugging him off with a little turn of your head, thumb rubbing your bottom lip, and unconscious action you do before biting the skin of your lip. “what about you?” you nudge him with your knee, as he practically leans over you.
“I get turned on when you do that,” he admits, eyes locked on your thumb on your lip. his cock stirs awake after a short nap, his own thumb comes up, replacing yours to rub the soft flesh. your lips part so easily. eyes doting up at his maintaining eye contact as he slowly pushes his thumb, pupils dilating as you close your pretty lips around his digit, sucking. “yeah, jus’ like that, baby.”
you gently hold his wrist, tongue pressing on the pad of his thumb. you’re slowly licking the digit, swirling your tongue around as if savoring the soft, but lewd action of sucking your fuck buddy’s thumb like it’s the most precious thing ever, the action so similar to the lewd obscene way you tongue his fat cock head.
“naughty girl,” he mutters lowly, wetting his bottom lip, unable to rip his gaze away from you as you start sucking his thumb more diligently and he’s enamored. his free hand hooks under the hem of your sweater, palm dragging up your warm skin to push the material over your the pretty gloves of your breasts. he bites his lip seeing them squeezed together as you hold his forearm with two small hands, sucking his thumb like a certified slut. “there ya’ go, pretty girl,” he retracts his thumb slowly, exhaling as he drags your bottom lip down, eyeing your tongue poking out, as you bat your pretty lashes at him. “god.”
your hand falls from his wrist to cup your breast, rubbing your nipple before tugging the now erect bud. sukuna rubs his thumb across your lips, hypnotized by your shameless action, until you’re honey dripped voice breaks his breathless exhales.
“am i naughty or nice, ryo?” you coo, and the man is immediately done for.
“you’re a fucking tease,” he lands a slap on your breast making you whimper, squirming. “i need to find out a little more,” his hand grabs at your hips, pushing himself between your thighs. your lips part, but he’s already hooking his fingers around your shorts, lifting your legs up easily manhandling you as he pulls the material off, and placing your legs back down.
your pussy flutters, as his large hand rubs your pelvis, thumb falling to your clit rubbing the nub in slow circles as he speaks, “do you ever think about being touched in public?”
your lips part, whimpering at the gentle pleasure, “n-no,” you shake your head.
he smiles, “really?”
you nod, “I don’t like it if someone sees,” you exhale, whining a little louder as he sinks a middle finger in your warmth. “only you should see.”
“I’m honored,” he snorts, but deep down his chest squeezes at the admission. he isn’t fully aware why he keeps thinking about touching you in public, you’re not even his to claim….but—
“you should be,” your legs spread further apart, perky nipples rising as you whine, “n-now put it inside me.”
sukuna smirks, ultimately giving in and shoving his chubby girth inside, knocking you asleep after a good rough fucking. but he’s kissing your ear as he mutters lowly, “I forgot to say…this game goes until christmas.”
you didn’t fully know what that meant until you, shoko, and utahime are walking around the winter village when you spot three familiar frat boys.
everyone in the frat has two feelings during the end of the year. the first one is excitement for the holiday party. but the second is remembering the week before the party, they have to work santa’s house at the winter village.
geto always leads the discussion every year, complaining about how weird it is that the university is so invested in this winter village, and how it’s a way for them to please their board members and how universities don’t care about their students anymore and it’s all just about real estate and money hungry billionaires, and they’re forgetting this is an educational institution, and all they do is force their students to follow their twisted student code of conducts, but immediately silence them when they say something the school doesn’t like — geto’s annual rant.
all of it, just to end with the boys filling out the spreadsheet for the week. the only beneficial thing about working the house and santa stands, is that their specific fraternity has one of the biggest alumni attending. he comes every year with his family.
he’s the same one that regularly gives out scholarships for their fraternity, also happens to be part of the university’s board of trustees, and donates high figures towards both the university and to delta alpha stride if they do events like this. similar to the halloween festival.
so of course, even the wealthy president gojo, forces his members, like the presidents before, to take as many shifts as possible in this week so if stride’s alumni happened to be taking his family through the winter village, they’ll see them working hard and won’t help but pull out his check book.
“I didn’t know billionaires can be gold diggers too,” shoko snorts once gojo finished explaining the reasoning behind their volunteering.
“I’m not a gold digger. I’m looking out for the frat’s best interests as their president sugar daddy!” he tsks.
geto shakes his head, “it’s all corrupt. and you haven’t been our sugar daddy since midterms since your dad cut your ass off, mr. president.”
the snowy haired president rolls his eyes, “whatever, that’s why we’re doing this shit, and I’m pretty sure you and sukuna are on those scholarships so suck it up.” now geto is rolling his eyes even more, just as sukuna clicks his tongue.
you were all huddled together, holding hot chocolates and coffee in the corner of the winter village. it was the first week of december so everyone was here, either shopping for the holidays, ice skating, or eating.
you, shoko, and utahime came after your classes, it was amusing seeing the boys in the distance, and gojo was moving his arms so animated and now you know why.
“if it’s every year, why are you guys complaining?” you ask, blowing cool air into your hot chocolate before taking a sip.
“exactly!” gojo adds. but geto and sukuna both slap gojo upside the head making him cry out almost spilling his hot chocolate.
“because this year, he’s making us do this fuckass skit!” sukuna scowls, getting onlookers to glance over at your group. but that had you and your two friends breaking out in laughter.
“a skit??” you all ask, and sukuna is shaking his head in disbelief that this is really his life right now.
“it’s actually a really good fucking idea if you think about it. it’ll happen every night at seven and it’s only like a five minute thing,” gojo continues. “it’s just a battle between santa and the grinch, and we fake fight with candy canes and santa uses the wishes of the good kids to fight, and the grinch uses the wishes of the bad kids, until the hot elves start cheering for santa, and obviously the crowd will start chanting for santa, and then he defeats the grinch. the end!”
“oh,” your eyes widen, making sukuna narrow his eyes at you along with geto.
“don’t be impressed,” they both huff.
you shrug, with a little smile, “it’s actually pretty good advertisement and the kids would love it. very simple storytelling, something very nice.” sukuna glares at you.
“that’s what I’m saying!” gojo jumps, making the other two men scowl at you. “and we’d be promoting our party at the end of the week with the hot elf chicks, but so far only one fucking sorority is helping, and they’re not even covering all the shifts!”
“why do they have to be girls?” shoko grumbles, shaking her head, taking out a smoke.
“only the ones that work with santa have too, it’s just how it is,” gojo huffs, then he looks at you three. you all shake your heads simultaneously. “what! cmon, it’ll be fun and it’s only a few hours a night, and we’d just need you guys on the first and last day.”
“as if!” utahime shrieks making gojo scowl.
“you should pay em,” sukuna interrupts. gojo’s eyes widen in fear because the three of you suddenly warm up to the idea in seconds. “they’re not part of a sorority, ‘s only fair.”
“s oNLy fAir,” gojo mimics lowly, “what happened to favors? friends?”
“we don’t come cheap either,” shoko adds.
and that’s how you found yourself dressed in a little elf costume. it was not overly sexual, considering this was a family event, but the elf dress was tight, and the hem was shorter than one would like, but the green sheer stockings made up for it. kinda.
santa’s house finally opened at the winter village the second week of december. almost everyone on campus was already mingling around. families walking around with their kids as they dragged them to the santa stands then finally to the main house.
and then there was sukuna…jaw tight, scowl permanent.
“this is giving some weird fuckin’ santa harem,” he tsks, glancing at you, shoko, utahime, and two other sorority elf girls, in the short elf costumes.
“it’s fine, santa just likes some eye candy when he’s working,” gojo laughs, fixing his beard as the line outside gets longer.
“ew,” you and your two friends grimace.
your eyes fall on sukuna again, dressed in an overly priced grinch costume, however modified where he was wearing custom grinch overalls and a red santa coat. his grinch mask is pushed over his head so he can breathe until the skit begins, which made him look like some male stripper with the way he isn’t wearing a shirt underneath the overalls, and he’s basically excuding sexual tension.
gojo steps outside with shoko and the other two elves so the kids can start sitting on his lap for wishes.
“are you gonna be the grinch the entire week?” you ask.
sukuna itches his arm under the jacket, “fuck no, me and geto are takin’ turns. and gojo and shoyo are taking turns with santa. the rest of the members are helping run the santa stands around the village.” sukuna’s eyes rack over you, licking his bottom lip in thought as he eyes the plush of your thighs in the green sheer stockings.
you glance down at your outfit, flatting the bottom of the dress, as if it’ll change the length of the thing, “it’s obvious men designed these,” you comment.
sukuna abruptly stands, towering over you in seconds, rough palms falling on top your santa hat tilting your head back to look at him. it’s lately been his favorite thing to do, bringing attention to your obvious height and size difference.
“do you like helping out?” sukuna asks, the tone easily telling you his line of questioning is similar to the ones throughout the week for the game naughty or nice.
you nod, “yes, it’s fun.” your mischievous smile makes sukuna quirk a brow at you. “and I’m getting paid.”
“so not out of the kindness of your heart? naughty list,” sukuna tsks, eyes falling to your chest pressing against the material of the dress with each breath you take. fuck. “yeah, just stay near the back when we do the skit,” he says, glancing between your eyes before one of the frat elves came to call everyone out.
it was funny.
the entire crowd was laughing as they watched gojo and sukuna, aka. santa and the grinch, battle each other. gojo was very happy about his part and dramatized much of his lines, while sukuna’s natural cold and grumpy attitude fit his character perfectly.
you and your friends did your best not to laugh, struggling to encompass the roles of the scared elves cheering for santa’s victory — along with the kids in the audience. the crowd grew by the minute, until the skit ended and all the actors lined up around the unconscious grinch on the ground and bowed.
the funny thing about what happened after, is yes, many kids still wanted to sit on santa’s lap, but another large majority also wanted to take pictures with the grinch. a few kids even saying they felt bad for the grinch because he was just lonely and wanted friends and didn’t deserve to lose like that. sukuna did his best to stay in character, all he was thinking about was his younger brothers when they were around these kids ages, so he didn’t want to ruin the secrets of Christmas for them.
but then something happened after.
sukuna was fucking livid. not because he’s having kids sit on his lap trying to cheer him up after his defeat, but because whenever he looked away from the kids, and found you. every single old greasy hair lossing dad was gawking at your pretty thighs or breasts! but not just the dads! multiple guys were eyeing down you and the elf girls like y’all were fucking strippers! even though that was the reason a majority of the elves working the front are girls, having them look at you though was stirring a unwanted feeling inside the grinch.
however, things only got worse when kids asked for the elves to be in the pictures too. you, utahime, and another elf kneeled beside santa, while shoko and the second elf stood on either side of santa and the kid.
the line only got longer after that.
they were rubbing it in his face. sukuna’s eyes narrowed every time some man brushed a hand over your hip as they took “family” pictures with santa and the elves. his leg would bounce erratically when he’d glance over and see a few guys on the lines taking pictures of you and the other girls.
gojo wasn’t complaining, because for the amount of college guys that were lining up for the hot elves, there was a similar amount of hot girls wanting to sit on santa and the grinch’s lap.
the frat president thought it was the best advertisement for their party too, giving invites to all the hot girls that sat on his lap; all the while sukuna was seething whenever some nerdy fucking otaku was wrapping his arm around you.
geto who was in charge of running the santa house as the main elf, for the night, and had to intervene when a few men started sneaking hands on the elves thighs, sukuna was close to throwing a kid off his lap when he saw some guy skim a hand on your thigh.
“what the fuck?” sukuna jumps after the kid gets off, grabbing geto by the collar. “your job is to fucking watch the girls.”
“I’m doing my best,” geto tsks, eyeing a few men he’d kicked out just now. sukuna bites his tongue letting go of his friend as he glares at a couple men.
either way, it didn’t stop sukuna from grabbing you forcefully, arm wrapped around your waist as you’re all leaving the winter village for the night.
“thank god you’re not working all week,” he grumbles, ignoring gojo and geto’s looks when he turns the street with you leading you towards the train station to your place instead of the frat.
“why?” you yawn, hugging your jacket tighter as sukuna keeps his arm around you.
“fucking weird fucks touching you and your friends,” he seethes remembering the creeps.
you hum in agreement, “yeah, that was disgusting,” you yawn again, unaware how livid the man really is until he has you bent over the couch, railing his chubby girth inside you. santa jacket stripped and grinch overalls down to his knees, as he cracks a rough hand on your ass, grunting in your ear with each sharp calculating rut.
but sukuna being inside you and pumping his thick creamy load in your gummy walls, didn’t light a bulb in your head.
instead, in the week of the santa house, you had no clue that in the last hour of the winter village, when most families were heading back home. girls were sitting on sukuna, geto, or gojo’s lap, purposely pressing up close and whispering the most foul things in their ears.
all for it to escalate the final night, when you, utahime, and shoko all stood in shock when you witnessed first hand, two girls straddling each of sukuna’s thick thighs, kissing his cheek over the mask for a picture.
it didn’t matter that his arms rested on the chair and not them, none of it mattered, because you couldn’t even keep count of all the girls that did that. even the men that sat on the athletes lap had you seeing red.
“what the fuck,” you mutter.
so maybe what happened a few hours later, when the long awaited holiday frat party was thrown back at delta alpha stride, and you all went straight from the winter village to the house in your costumes, it was inevitable.
sukuna was exhausted, rubbing his eyes and cracking his neck as you all got off the train and walked the few blocks to see the party already in full swing, but things didn’t take off until president santa and the vp grinch started throwing back shots and shouting in adrenaline, the party immediately cranked to a hundred.
everyone at this point had seen clips of their skit at the winter village, that they started placing bets on gojo and sukuna, making them play different competitions against one another throughout the night.
so as music was blasting off the walls, and people were dancing and grinding up on each other. gojo is slurring his words at this point, as he tries to catch up on the push up competition against sukuna who was huffing beside him, still pumping one after the other, completely drunk on adrenaline and liquor.
at the same time you were dodging men with shoko and utahime in your elf costumes, utahime spilling her drink on one for grabbing her waist from behind.
but with the events of the night happening one after the other, you couldn’t even have time to process what you felt earlier today. seeing those girls flirt with sukuna at the winter village: and now you’re being handed drinks with shoko as you both play beer pong against two other guys. your lips purse, grimacing as you throw back another shot as people around you cheer. drinking is the worst.
while more sorority girls started showing up in elf costumes and slutty santa fits, the party only got livelier.
it wasn’t new to a holiday party, especially the last one after finals. everyone goes all out and get’s shit faced. so by the time you were leaning against geto you finally notice sukuna and gojo standing out at the patio as a crowd forms around them.
then they flip at the same time.
sukuna’s body arches over the keg, muscles taut and gleaming under the string lights, veins standing out along his forearms and neck as he grips the tap. even upside down, he looks fucking effortless, strong, controlled, impossibly balanced. every line of him radiates power. his jaw is set, lips parted in a laugh he can’t quite hold back, hair falling forward in wild dark strands with every second he holds himself there.
beer sloshes over his chest, dripping down the sharp planes of his torso, but he doesn’t falter. his abs flex, tattoos glistening for everyone to see as he shifts just slightly to adjust, the raw masculinity of his strength undeniable, even while he’s drunk.
next to him is gojo, just as shirtless, and all chaos and laughs. his chest and cheeks just as flushed as his muscles flex, chugging the beer right beside sukuna. even for frat guys, their strength was shocking. people cheered for santa gojo, while another side cheered for sukuna the grinch. girls eye both men’s flushed and sweaty chests, especially at the bulge so obvious in their costumes.
then they drop together, sukuna lands with a soft thud, still laughing, chest heaving, eyes lazy and wild. gojo is cackling loudly, completely untamed. sukuna tosses his head back, hand running through his sweaty pink locks and wiping the beer from his chin with the back of his head. his laugh was unguarded, drunk and absolutely heart skipping.
when sukuna’s arm is being lifted in the air by another frat member, the crowd erupts with cheers as gojo tsks, stumbling just a bit as he argues.
and you see it all happen, and even when sukuna looks up, sharp eyes cutting through the crowd, you don’t waver when he shoots you a wink. dumbass.
at this point in the night, girls were lining up to take “santa pictures” with gojo and sukuna, this time much more explicit than the ones at the winter village as they crowd around the decorated section of the living room.
two girls jump on sukuna’s lap as another sits back on santa gojo beside him. and your very drunk mind isn’t able to control your simmering rage as you crush the solo cup in your hand when you witness them do the unthinkable.
in union, all three girls suddenly pull down their tops. huge tits spilling out right in front of the camera man, and both men.
sukuna and gojo — like the frat men they are — throw their heads back in laughter. sukuna’s face was flushed pink from the alcohol pumping through his veins. the girl on gojo’s lap, grabs his hands and puts them right on her chest, making him squeeze as she poses for the camera.
not a second later the girls on sukuna’s lap reach for his hands — which you don’t realize, haven’t touched a single girl that entire night— and you see red.
the alcohol was a hundred percent the catalyst for your unfiltered and uncontrolled reaction. and luckily for you, the man in question is just as fucked up, so when your hand is suddenly grabbing one of girls arm tugging it away from sukuna’s hand, all he can do is look up at you with a lopsided smirk.
“move. my turn.”
your eyes are lidded, narrowed at the girls as they scoff in disbelief, well until sukuna is dropping his thick legs letting them both hit the ground with a yelp. and for the first time in the night, sukuna opens his palm for a girl. “hop on.”
his hair is disheveled, overalls down at his waist showcasing his rippling abs and inked chest, skin sticky and hot, and lips glossed from the liquor.
your smaller hand clasps over his, holding it firmly, and climbing slowly onto his lap. it’s the same way you climb onto him when you’re about to ride his big fat cock, eyes low and heated as you shift your knees on either side of his muscular thighs, before settling your pretty ass right on his bulge. he immediately flushes, stirring inside his grinch overalls.
“if you wanted a picture so bad…i woulda let ya cut the line,” his deep eyes were glossed from the alcohol, hooded gaze falling over your lips, smirking up at you. you hum in disinterest, an ugly knot twisting inside you as you trace up his bulging biceps, feeling his hot skin under your palm.
the slow drag of manicured nails sends a cool shiver down the frat boys spine. his lips part with a confident exhale as you meet his eyes, tilting your head.
“you’d let me cut the line, with all those hot girls waiting?” you were so unbelievably drunk, your words were just flying out of your mouth. neither of you paying attention to the pledge who was asking you both to look at the camera, along with the girls huffing as they watched sukuna’s rub your thighs, sneaking his hands under your dress to grab at your thighs squeezing it possessively. he hadn’t laid a single finger on any of the girls, so why the fuck is he touching you? “would I have to pull down my top so you’d let me cut?”
sukuna stifled a laugh, “no, and I didn’t ask em to do that.”
you shrug, jaw clenching as you lean closer to the man, hand cupping his neck, making his head tip back with a carnal grin. “it’s disgusting.” you mutter against his lips, stealing his breath away with another chuckle from him. “would you rather have them topless on you or me?”
“you topless, for sure,” his cool response sends a flood of heat washing over you.
wow, the confidence. fuck.
gojo, who was sitting just a few inches away, gave you a surprised side glancing, overhearing your conversation. you guys were unbelievable.
“next girl!” gojo shrugs you both off, smiling wickedly as another hot brunette sits back on his lap, arm thrown over the presidents shoulder as she sticks her tongue at the camera. her other hand grabs at gojo’s face, kissing his cheek as he smiles proudly, cheeks flushed from the alcohol. arm wrapped tightly around the girl’s waist, feeling her curves.
and with these pictures, attracts more girls complaining about why you’re taking so long on the grinch’s lap. you guys weren’t even looking at the camera!
“you’re disgusting, you’d let all these guys see my boobs, then?” you mutter against his mouth, hot breaths mixing making him dizzy.
he grunts in short thought, before his hands are grabbing you firmer, cupping your ass under your dress, “nah….I’ll preserve y’r chasity.” his chin tilts.
“thought you said you wanted to fuck me in the library in front of an audience?” you’re surprised you can even remember his words with your drunk mind, but either way, the man bites back a smirk.
he swallows a thick moan, hooded gaze focused on you, “you said y’ wouldn’t like it,” he shrugs, biting his lip, “ so I’ll need something else in return.”
your chest is pressed to his sticky chest, fingers coiling in his hair as you raise a brow, “you said I can cut though.”
“yeah, but now I want payment,” his legs spread further apart, drunken mind groaning when he feels you shift firmly on his bulge, his own hips pushing up to feel you. fuck, he’s hard already? he seethes internally.
“I’m not taking my top off, ryo,” you scowl.
he scoffs, “i don’t want you doin’ that shit anyways, not with everyone here.” you flush at the direct admission, body reacting by pressing yourself closer to him, scratching his nape possessively, as if more girls aren’t getting even more livid at the pledge’s for holding up the holiday frat picture line, but it was all your fault, and they can see it, see the possessiveness dripping from your veins. “payment is a kiss.”
your lips part, amused. “easy.”
“but ya gotta kiss me like a good elf.”
his words immediately sink in, your skin burns, unaware that gojo has now finally gotten up, and has taken the responsibility of telling all the girls pictures are over. all the while, you’re sitting back, breath hot against his, holding his jaw firmly before pressing your lips against his.
the first contact made sukuna grip the flesh of your ass, fingers imprinting your skin, but then he’s groaning deeply when you start caressing his bottom lip, nibbling the flesh before going to his top lip.
you were meticulous, kissing his lips so lewdly, so possessively, so when his tongue finally joined, you showed just as much appreciation, if not more. you were taking the lead, tilting his head, pulling his hair, unaware that your lower body has started grinding down on his bulge. the arousal was seeping through the material of your panties, green pantyhose, and now his fuzzy overalls,
“fuck, you’re such a naughty fuckin’ elf,” he mutters between kisses, your tongue lapping his like a fucking puppy, humming in pleasure as the friction from your movement before you start humping his bulge a little firmer. stimulating your poor clit. “kissing the grinch,” his hand comes down on your ass, a few bystanders glance over in flushed embarrassment and jealousy, while most don’t notice, the music silencing anything else.
you smile against his lips, kissing them again and again, spitting in his mouth, before tracing the inside of his mouth with your tongue. his entire body was on fire, jaw numb as he kissed and grabbed you, completely oblivious to the party around him, entire mind and body consumed by you in a matter of minutes.
that’s until your started dry humping him a little quicker, mind slow to realize what you were both doing, as you enjoyed the pleasure it brought your clothed pussy. his head tilts back grunting when his hips bucked impatiently. but it wasn’t until one of your soft pitched moans pierced the air, did he notice the phone pointed at him from the corner of his eye.
“what the fuck!?”
you only blink when you’re suddenly falling back on the christmas couch with a yelp. sukuna lurches up, lunging at the phone and ripping it from the guy’s palm.
“the fuck were you doing?!” he barks, chest heaving and vision red.
“n-nothing, man,” the guy squeaks, sweating bullets as sukuna slams him to the ground, fist rising before geto is suddenly wrapping his arm around the vp’s neck.
“no fights!” his words are just as slurred, holding down a bile that threatens to crawl up his throat again.
sukuna tries to land a punch, but he was too drunk to aim, and his fist collides with the hard floor instead, right beside the guy’s face. “you fucking piece of shit! I’ll skin ya alive—delete whatever you recorded!” sukuna shouts, the entire crowd watching the man snap. you’re also watching in dumb shock on the couch, eyes wide as you see sukuna forcefully open the guys phone, scrolling to his photos.
everyone catches the darkness that crosses the athletes face, the red iris’ burning, and if it weren’t for geto and a pledge, sukuna would’ve killed the guy. he was seeing red, his jaw was taunt, deleting four videos this guy recorded of you dry humping him just minutes ago.
“get him out,” sukuna slams the phone into the ground after breaking the screen and shoving the guy back into the wall, nor pulling back any strength in his drunken state. “now!” a handful of pledges trip as they escort the man out of the frat.
sukuna sharply turns back to you, catching you off guard as your eyes widen. “did he—woah.” you gasp, suddenly stumbling up as sukuna lifts you to your feet, arm around your waist as he drags you up to his room, door slamming shut, rattling the entire house.
“what happened?” you stumble, just as sukuna is wrapping his arms around your back, hugging you to his chest as he kisses and sucks your neck.
“fucking holiday is full of fuckass creeps,” he seethes, hand bunching up your dress, and large palm cupping your clothed mound. “and now y’er fuckin’ soaked from humping my cock?”
you flush, hand holding his wrist as he wraps an arm around your waist, sitting back on his bed pulling you on his lap, “spread your legs,” his command comes with a nudge under your thighs. your brows pinch in heat, turning your face when your name cuts the air, silencing any protest as you whine lowly, spreading your legs open, back pressed to the man’s sweaty chest.
sukuna’s big arms are under your thighs, jaw tight. he brings both hands to your crotch, and easily tears the stockings open with a gasp. “I’ve decided,” he starts, exhaling as his forearm flexes, easily ripping your panties next, making you gasp, grabbing his wrist, “you’re on the fucking naughty list.”
“what’re you—wai!—“ you cry out as he plunges two fingers into your tight hole. every thought leaves your head once he starts stimulating your crying cunt. your back arches off his chest, squirming, until he’s cracking a hand on your inner thigh. “ryo—“ you cry.
“stay fuckin’ still,” he tsks, working two fingers rapidly, other hand sliding from your thigh to your clit, overstimulating you in seconds as he curls his fingers, already hearing the sloshing of your arousal in your pussy from his intruding fingers.
your nails dig into his arms, sliding down his lap with every squirm until he’s lifting you easily back in place, and keeping you stationed and opened for him. his head is propped over your shoulder as he watches you cry into his chest, toes curling as you start clamping around his fingers, gasping for air.
“yeah, cumming in five minutes. impressive, slut,” he tsks, watching your legs struggle to close as your orgasm washes through your body.
you’re trying to push his hands away now, but instead he’s dragging his fingers out popping them in his mouth sucking all the sweetness before pushing the digits near your mouth. “cmon I took all the honey off, so suck.”
“you’re fucking insane—“ he shuts you up with his fingers, other hand cracking down on your pussy.
“legs stay open.”
oh fuck, your core squeezes, chest hot as you suck on his fingers, whining around them as he rubs your puffy clit, running his fingers up and down your slit, purposely making a mess. something had taken him over. he doesn’t want to address why that weird fantasize of fucking you in front of people plagued his mind, but when he saw that phone, he couldn’t control his anger. the internal unspoken conflict of wanting people to know your his, but also not see you in that way.
maybe your words should mean more. you were only okay with him seeing you like this. was that why he was pissed that someone was recording?
“fuck,” he groans internally, pulling his fingers from your mouth to grab your jaw, you gasp for air before he’s crashing his lips on yours.
you whine, lips parting instinctively as he shoves his tongue in aggressively. he still has an arm wrapped under your knee, keeping you open as you buck into the air, whining pathetically. his finger still circles and traces your pussy lips. your mind was so high in the clouds. he’s biting your lip, and groaning again when he stuffs your pussy again.
“tellin’ me you don’t like people watching,” he grits, “but y’er humpin’ me like you’re in fucking heat.”
your brows pinch, choking on a moan when he starts stimulating your clit again, rubbing tight circles. “I—I don’t—and y-you’re the fucking naughty one. feeling up a million girls in a week.”
sukuna scoffs, curling his fingers inside making your moan pitch high, gasping again when he pulls out leaving you empty and then spanking your pussy in mean punishment. clit burning. “I didn’t fucking touch ‘em, and it was for pictures.”
your jaw slacks, eyes fluttering as he pistons his fingers at a brutal place, until you’re shaking and clawing at his arms. “yeah, there ya go,” his dark chuckle doesn’t conceal the simmering anger bubbling underneath. he was drunk, and you were barely holding on after two orgasms. but he didn’t care, “say something.”
you’re trying to close your legs, but he’s keeping you wide open like he owns you. “am I not touching you? s-sitting on someone’s lap is literally t-touching them,” you manage to choke out. words slurred as you turn your face, eyes heavy lidded as you glare at him. “you said the game goes till christmas, you can’t just end it early,” you huff.
his jaw sets, eyes locked on your lips. words leaving your lips, and body reactions delayed as he eyes your flushed expression. “humping me for videos vetos, so y’er on the fucking naughty list.”
“no you are!” you squirm trying to turn in his lap, but instead he’s standing up and tossing you on the bed. you land on your back, pushing yourself up to glare at him but—“wha!” you gasp as the man drags you to the edge of the bed and rips the rest of your pantyhose off, and then flipping you on your stomach.
“fucking elves shouldn’t talk back,” he spits, pulling your hips up so you’re on your knees, flipping your dress over your ass —spank! “you understand?” spank!
your eyes bulge, tears pushing against your waterline. and your pussy is fucking leaking, asshole twitching right under his gaze making him flush all over.
you here the clanking of his overalls behind you. you turn your head and try to sit up again, “elves only listen to santa, not that grumpy ass grinch. so maybe bring satoru up and I’ll follow orders.”
his movements stop momentarily, sharp eyes finding yours and you can almost see the way his red irises disappear, dark pupils dilating at the suggestive comment.
you shrug, unaware how that one comment has set the man in ravels internally. “you want satoru up here?”
“he’s santa,” you wave dismissively, drunk mouth yapping.
his overalls clank to the ground followed by his boxers, leaving him completely nude, abs clenched and still sticky from alcohol and sweat. his monster cock is flushed red, tanned tip oozing pearls of clear cum. his heavy filled balls sway as he steps over his clothes, kicking them aside, cock bobbing under the weight of his size, unable to fully stand up. your thighs clench as you eye the dangerous meat and the thick trail of hair from his belly button down to what you want most.
“I’ll get ya to follow my orders,” he utters behind clenched teeth, he pokes his cheek with his tongue, pressing one knee on the mattress, hand dragging down his abs, scratching the hairs that lead him to the thicker, sweaty, groomed pubes that decorate his base. he grabs himself and shaking his thick cock knowing exactly what he’s doing, because your eyes are now glued to him. cheeks hot, and mouth drooling as you see him wet his cock with his pre cum, spitting in his hand and bringing it back to his cock, jerking himself of with slow, tight twists.
your hand was pressed to the mattress, “ryo..”
sukuna’s head tips back, eyes fluttering and thick brows scrunching— oh fuck, he groans. he’s really pent up, his hand bringing relief to the hot girth.
you pout sitting up. your jealousy simmering inside as you see him relieving himself when you’re right there! you crawl closer to him, sitting pretty on the bed in front of him, hand touching his thigh, batting your lashes up at him. “ryo?” you caresses his muscular thigh, tracing the large inked band that wraps around the limb.
sukuna is still jerking his fat cock right in front of your face, you can feel the heat from it, eyes flicking up to his eyes watching him exhale a grunt. you whine, jaw setting as he ignores you, you watch more pre leak out of him.
you huff, calling his name again, but he ignores you again, focusing on his own relief, but he hears you shuffling in front of him, then a zip, and light toss.
you completely strip, settling back on the bed and inching close and rubbing his thigh again so he can give you attention now. “stop ignoring, cmon,” you dig your nails in to his thighs, frown deepening as his jaw slacks, groaning once he twists around his tip, thumb rubbing the slit of his engorged tip, making his entire body jerk, until the first spurt of cum shoots out of his tip.
“shit,” he hissed , “fuck!!”
his hand falls on your head, as you suck your lips around his tip drinking up his cum and moving his hand away to milk his cock for more. you moan around him, sending shivers down his spine, bracing your head against him as you swallow more of his cock, bopping your head before pulling out, and moving your face down. “shit,” he grits, eyes lidded as your tongue hangs out, and licks a strip from heavy balls, up, up, up to his tip, tongue circling the bulbous tip, jerking his base, quicker. you moan as you squeeze your hand up until his abs are clenching and shooting more cum.
your throat bobs as you swallow every drop, ignoring the bitter taste because of the amounts of alcohol he’s consumed. your tongue laps over his tip until he’s pressing your head back.
you pull of, licking your lips, doe eyes dotting up at him in satisfaction, brushing his happy trail like a fucking minx. your manicured nails move around the thick hairs brushing it as you wait for him to finally meet your eyes. your cheeks flush, expression brightening at the attention.
he scoffs, chest still heaving, cock still half-hard, he cups your jaw. “so yer gonna listen to me?”
your eyes glance over his flushed features, ears red, and body hot. “let’s jus’ fuck.”
the click of his tongue slices the air. he then grabs your wrist that was touching his treasure trail, pulling it away, and tilting your face up so he can bend down. “we’re gonna fuck, but I’m not gonna fuck you like a nice princess.”
your eyes narrow, “I wouldn’t expect that from some ass that’s always been on the naughty list.”
you visibly see the cord snap behind his eyes. in seconds you’re being flipped onto your stomach again, wrists caged behind your back, and a sharp spank hitting your ass. “fucking think you’re perfect?”
your body squirms, whining into the sheets as he lines his engorged tip to your entrance, hand grabbing your waist as he pulls you back, slamming the entire girth in, hitting your cervix.
“fuahh!” you cry out, words falling off your tongue as sukuna pounds your poor cunt like it personally attacked him…which it did. you’re gasping with every drag of his cock, and every spank from his cruel hand. all of it a punishment as if it wasn’t making your pussy clamp around him every time, and gush another flow of syrupy arousal. “nghhh r-ryo, I’m ahh—”
sukuna scoffs as you try to speak, tightening his grip on your bound wrists, pressing it against your lower back making you arch painfully. you whine louder, unable to stop the itch that grows bigger inside you. “still don’t wanna listen t’me? still think yer gonna get a nice fucking—not only are ya on the naughty list…but you’re letting the grinch fuck your brains out.”
drool slides down your chin as you push back, meeting his thrusts with your own neediness. sukuna groans watching the way your ass ripples with each loud clap. “such a bad fuckin’ ngh girl.”
your thighs tremble as you feel the comings of another orgasm. your wrists struggle in his single grip, whining louder, moans getting pitcher and more pathetic as you do the worst possible thing—
“please…nhh ryo, please, let go,” you’re crying and whimpering, almost like your body wasn’t clenching around him for more.
however, sukuna’s unchecked laugh only solidifies the only possible way out is to, “beg a little more. the grinch can be nice if the naughty girl does what she’s told.”
if you weren’t so cockdrunk, you probably would’ve felt his evil smirk behind you, but you couldn’t, and ultimately your glossy lips are parting as you start babbling incoherent nonsense, the little alcohol left in your system fueling you with a mix of “ryo…please…please ngh fuh-wanna cum…cum cumming!—“
his insistent pounding had your vision going white, jaw slack as your pitched cries pierce the walls like a dirty angel.
his grip finally loosens around your wrists, letting them tuck beside you as you fall to your side, arms stretching above you as sukuna lifts your leg, slotting himself again.
“still needa empty the grinch’s sacks,” he snorts, guiding his tip back into your overstimulated hole, and pushes your leg higher, practically hugging it over his shoulder as he slams backs in.
your entire body is on fire, back arching high off the bed you almost felt like you were floating. all senses and rationality flew out the door once he began using all two hundred pound weight of muscle behind each thrust. your moans punched out with a cry, tears breaking as your nails dug into the sheets. sukuna was beyond gone. pupils blown to black as your moans fueled his stamina.
his beefy arms hugged your thighs, hand managing to slip to crack more spanks on your ass. “fuckin’ elf squeezin my dick like it’s abouta snap—haah fuck fuck s’ hot.”
the man hadn’t fully realized how gone he was, until he dropped your leg and pushed himself between your legs letting them lock around his toned waist, before shoving his length back inside your spasming walls, for the home stretch.
“you like getting fucked like this? crying like a dumb little elf,” he scoffs, licking your lips with his messy tongue, a loud rumble shakes his body as he groans. your lips part with every thrust he gives you, arms on either side of your head as he pounds into you. a hot moan leaves his mouth, “words, elf.”
“I’m not c-crying,” you choke, blown gaze glossed over, and face hot as your nails scratch down his back. your head flies back, whining louder until he’s pushing himself up, hands pressed under your thighs. his eyes watch every tear that runs down your pretty cheeks, every clench of your stomach, until his thrusts get sloppier and uncoordinated, and he’s finally groaning like the beast he is—
“shiit, gonna shoot my load,” his voice strains slightly, gasping as you clamp around him, trembling from your own orgasm that makes his hand crack on your ass.
“ryo!” you cry, his thumb falls on your clit rubbing harsh circles, sliding so deep inside you feel him warm up your tummy, until he’s stilling, back arched forward, his calloused palm falls flat dwarfing your stomach and with one last half thrust, he’s dumping thick creamy white cum in your pretty cunt.
“fuckfuck—“ he’s chanting lowly, pressing down on the tummy bulge, feeling his cock empty inside you, as your hand wraps around his wrist, gasping and trembling like a cute little thing. with a few more thrusts, milking the last bits, he pulls out. your legs are shaking desperately, whining when he watches his thick cum start to spill out. “would you rather get stuffed by the grinch or santa?”
you’re still catching your breath, tears dried on your pretty cheeks as sukuna rubs your thighs, then your stomach again, until he’s hovering over you.
your glossy lips part, drool dried on your chin as you gaze up at the man like a fucked out princess, “the grinch.”
it wasn’t a surprising answer, but it still had sukuna’s muscles relaxing and his dimples press into his cheeks as he smiled, leaning down to kiss your neck over and over, hugging your waist.
“you were so good for me, I’ll ask santa to move ya to the nice list,” he teases, alcohol still pumping through him.
you make an incoherent noise, almost like a whine. you then exhale softly, exhaustion seeping into your bones, before your pretty mind-numbing beautiful lips part, and you’re whispering softly, soft hands brushing his bicep as he continues kissing and licking your neck. “s’ fine,” you sigh, eyes heavy, “I’ll stay on the naughty list…with you.”
and maybe if either of you were just a little bit more sober, you’d think a little more about what you meant by that. but instead he’s crashing beside you, tucking himself against your back.
however, that didn’t seem it was the end of the night. it wasn’t until the next day when the boys were cleaning up downstairs and gojo dragged sukuna’s ass out of bed to help — leaving you still passed out in his warm sheets — did he find out a little bit more.
all the members were hungover, including sukuna, cleaning up the wreck of a house, and just like after most parties, everyone was recalling different things, piecing together the night. as for this particular one, the events were timelined including sukuna’s appearance towards the end of the party, which he had very small recollection of.
so in gojo lovely words, everyone had heard him fucking you to oblivion upstairs, which wasn’t anything new, but then afterwards sukuna’s drudging down. nails marked his back and arms, a sheer layer of sweat over his entire body, and only wearing a very loose pair of sweats, with his bulge very prominent and smelling entirely of you, did more info come out.
gojo’s drunk ass stumbled to see sukuna grabbing water from the kitchen, asking if he wanted to do another competition, when sukuna brushed him off, and quite literally explained in detail why he couldn’t, and that included: a pretty elf girl sleeping naked in his bed upstairs waiting for him after he stuffed her pretty pussy full of his cum, as she cried for him. so he can’t stay down long because he needs to kiss her to sleep, and he won’t let santa’s bitchass near her.
the room fell silent. and sukuna was frozen for a second, just a brief moment, until he’s scoffing. “fuck off,” before turning the vacuum on.
either way, when they finished cleaning up, he dragged his hungover ass back up to his room. body heating up once he saw you still passed out, blanket falling to your waist as you slept on your side, face pressed to the pillow as gentle breaths left your pretty lips.
he pushes down the feeling of his stomach flipping at the sight of you, or the way his chest heats up. instead he quietly slips back into bed, arm wrapping around your warm torso, letting your warmth pull him back to sleep.
“you made a pretty elf,” he mutters against your neck, pulling your fast asleep ass back to his chest.
more frat!kuna here
a/n: happy holidays to anyone that celebrates!! I’m actually muslim so I don’t celebrate christmas, but I loveeee the winter villages in my city so I was inspired by that! i hope u guys enjoyed it!!
[ SERIES SYNOPSIS ] — it was obvious when this started, it was simply a mutual understanding between two horny college students, with very high libidos, and didn’t want any random stds that this was purely a sexual relationship only. and yet, both of you are unintentionally toeing the line between that and something else.
[ TAGS ] — [18+]. MDNI. nsfw. angst. piv. fwb. rough. spitting. degradation. dacryphilia. fingering. masturbation. scent kink. sukuna has anger issues. oral f!recieving. exhibitionism. sukuna cums a lot. family issues. fighting. fraternity drama. frat men suck. plot. wk: 13.7k
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is he catching a fever? the air feels thicker…his skin warmer…
“sukuna, you don’t look so good,” the fake sympathy dripped from each syllable. kaori kamo’s deep black eyes narrowed as she examined her only step-son.
the bile in his stomach twisted once more, the smug confidence his step-mother was wearing always shook him. even years later, instead of fear, he felt a mountain of dormant rage. rage that’s been simmering inside and subtly building up for years. his palms flexed, clenching into fists, jaw ticking and dark orbs settling on hers.
“practice wore him out, besides we’re not staying long, so I’ll cut to it—“
toji’s immediately cut off by the shameless woman, unsurprisingly. “I’m assuming you know everything toji, so there’s definitely more that needs to be discussed and I’ll need sukuna to answer a few of my own questions. and if he’s not feeling up for it, then—“
“fuck off,” sukuna scoffs, throwing the biggest eye roll as if he wasn’t sweating buckets underneath. toji licks his teeth, sensing the shift in the woman’s attitude.
“excuse me?” her tone pitches lower, fake sympathy immediately going down the drain, now replaced with something more familiar to sukuna. the disgust leaked from her gaze as it swept over him.
the air stiff.
sukuna maintains eye contact, stoic expression settling over him, pushing his limits as he feels the cords snapping behind his eyes. he’s never laid his hands on a woman, but it was so tempting in this moment. with her obvious disgust targeted at him, he could only imagine what it’d feel like to knock her out.
“do i have to speak to you like you’re fifteen again?”
the vein in sukuna’s neck snaps.
his six foot tall self steps forward, head tilting and eyes sinking with rage. he could snap her like a fucking twig right now—however, toji’s larger figure, subtly steps to the side, blocking sukuna from moving another inch forward. his own rage sizzling under the surface with control, eyes narrowing at the thin woman.
“enough with the petty jabs, kaori,” toji spits, unafraid.
she scoffs, pale arms crossing as she eyes the young coach. “have you been looking after him this whole time?” the question catches the man off guard, but expression remaining neutral. “explains why he’s acting much worse than before, if that’s even possible. having you as a role model is definitely an explanation.”
sukuna’s eyes flare, chest bubbling with anger. he briefly glances over at his close friend, controlling his expression, noticing the tick in the man’s jaw, and the downward curl of his infamous scar.
“that’s enough,” he scratches his chin, a beat of silence as he composes himself.
“you’ll stop the threats. you’re not showing up to wasuke’s house, and you’re not going anywhere near the kids schools,” toji says, glancing down at his phone, swiping through it.
koari’s chest rises, “you can’t stop me from seeing my boys. I’m their mother, I gave them space after everything, and now it’s time for me to see them.”
sukuna’s arms flex, blood boiling behind his eyes. the nerve on this woman was unbearable. however, toji’s already turning his phone, the screen staring back at kaori.
the two men catch the slight shock that crosses her face, her black orbs hesitating before they narrow quickly. “where did you get this?”
toji retracts the phone once more, glancing at the court papers shiu managed to find, along with the lawsuit three years ago and the open investigation. “this was filed by multiple clients,” he clicks his tongue for dramatic effect, sukuna watches the way her fist clench around her crossed arms, “accused of predatory loan practices, forging signatures— some serious shit here.”
neither sukuna or toji fully understood all these law terms, but how shiu put it, she was stealing money from her old job at a small loan office she worked for a year after getting out of prison. it doesn’t take a genius to know that these lawsuits were filed by clients who are claiming she rerouted a few repayments into another account.
“then ya’ disappear for three years,” toji laughs humorously. he scratches his stubble, sharp eyes narrowing down at the woman. sukuna licks his teeth, glaring harshly beside his coach. “I’ll spell it out for y’again.” toji inhales sharply, expression settling. “threaten us again and I’m bringing this shit up. so disappear. nothing new to you anyways.”
the sun beats down on the two men, shadow casted over their eyes. anyone else would be shivering and sweating profusely. however, this woman only bites her tongue for the moment, eyes darting away before taking a step back into her house. “get off my property.”
the door slams in their faces.
toji sighs, shoulders rolling back as he turns to sukuna, hand clapping his back leading them back to the car.
“good shit,” toji smiles, but sukuna notices the waver in his emerald eyes, a mirror of his own anxieties. they both knew this was just the beginning.
“we should just kill her,” sukuna grumbles, hand wrapping around the car handle.
toji snorts, opening the drivers side, “don’t tempt me, yet.”
—
it’s moments like these where you feel like a complete and utter fucking idiot, and not in the joking way.
it’s a humbling feeling.
less than three hours ago sukuna shot you a text asking where you were, and in a hour after telling him, he’s plopped himself beside you and across from shoko at the library. mind you this is after not seeing him the whole weekend and instead studying nonstop for the past three days. so when he’s asking to join you and shoko monday night, you’re too exhausted to say anything other than sure.
now he’s got his laptop, notes, and ipad out, hunched over and studying away. you were surprised when he came into view, eyes bloodshot, hair disheveled, and crinkled clothes he’d grabbed from his floor, most likely. he looked a tired mess.
and yet, here he was, full attention towards his chem and biostats notes. multitasking, and jotting down more notes, headphones on.
you swallow thickly, eyes occasionally glancing over to look. you were reviewing lectures with shoko, who was in your same lecture, but different lab. you’d assumed sukuna would join in, however, he seemed to hit a flow state. it was unbelievably impressive seeing him work, a slight twist in your gut that had you biting your cheek and focusing your attention on the lecture and shoko.
but, it only lasted a few hours, until sukuna seemed to catch up, and finally turns his attention towards you.
you could feel him leaning over, watching you jot down a practice question from the lecture. you try to stay focused, pen tapping your screen, thinking about the problem. but now sukuna has his left arm around the back of your chair, leaning even closer and pointing at the question with his right index finger.
shoko glances up when sukuna starts talking. rewording the question and simplifying it for better understanding. her eyes shift over to you biting your cheek and nodding. her brows lift in understanding, immediately jumping in.
you knew for a fact sukuna was smarter than you. he understood things in lab and lecture pretty quickly after reading it a few times. but it seemed like no amount of studying could make you catch up to him. you hate comparing yourself, especially because you and shoko were definitely on the same level, though shoko had more passion for it. but it was still humbling when sukuna took over the study session and you both followed along, willingly.
but what made you really feel like an idiot, was after exhausting hours at the library, and then more hours when sukuna joined you both. when the time came closer to ten at night, and shoko was dying and decided to take a smoke break outside. your eyes began to drift away from your notes and to the man beside you.
heat slowly pooled between your legs. cheeks stinging, and heart racing, because here he is, trying to catch up on a weeks worth of missed classes and labs, and the only thing on your mind is how big his hands are and how you can feel his body heat beside you.
what made matters worse, was he made no effort to address what happened after practice. you were grateful for that part, completely believing it was out of line for you to go after him. however, it didn’t make the tension disappear either way. instead, leaving you again in some limbo wondering how angry or calm he is with you right now.
“you stuck?” his words cut through your thoughts.
blinking up, your eyes meet before he’s leaning closer to look at your screen. your cheeks heat, his cologne hitting your nose as he scratches his cheek reading over your question again.
“you’re doing it right,” he mutters, checking it again and then glancing up at you.
it’s possible he doesn’t know. very possible he can’t see the heat swimming in your eyes, or know that your legs are crossed under the table for relief instead of comfortability. can’t understand how you’re drained and the only thing on your mind now is how unbelievably attractive he looks beside you.
“hey.” his voice cuts again, head tilting to meet your distant eyes.
he doesn’t know.
you swallow thickly, averting your gaze to the table only to lock eyes with his big hands, veins stretching up to his forearms. you can’t catch a break. there’s definitely something very wrong with you—
your name leaves his lips, his hand pressing into your cheek, fingers turning your face to meet his eyes. you blink again, face on fire.
“how are you?” you blurt, swallowing the lump stuck in your throat.
his brow quirks, eyes narrowing. “fine.” he squishes your cheek, amusing himself until your soft fingers wrap around his wrist pulling it away.
“I’m gonna use the bathroom real quick,” you push your chair back before he can stop you, disappearing in seconds.
you press a wet paper towel along your nape, you avoid looking at the mirror, already knowing how flustered you are.
just a few more lectures to go and you can possibly make it out of here alive.
buzz
you flinch in surprise, quickly pulling your phone from your pocket—
your heart drops. the color draining from your face as your chest tightens.
you should pick up…you have too…your hand freezes, thumb hovering over the accept button, watching it ring out. your lockscreen staring back at you…until—
buzz.
fuck me…
“hey dad,” your teeth sinks into your cheek, leaning against the bathroom counter, arms crossed as your dad’s voice fills your ear.
“wanted to check in on you. your mom was telling me you’ve been staying up every night studying.”
“yeah,” you nibble on your cheek letting him continue.
your dad sighs over the receiver. “remember to pace yourself, honey. I don’t want you crashing. you need to have a good schedule and stick to it so you’re not pulling all nighters, especially during exam week. and make sure you’re not going out on finals week—“
“I won’t. I never do.”
“I know, I’m just saying. don’t be distracted, of course, take breaks, but if you have a good schedule then it’ll all be fine and benefit you in the end.”
“yeah, I know.”
“I know I know, I’m just telling you,” he laughs lightly, even though your throat is constricting. “your classes aren’t too bad this semester? you’re doing bio-stats, right?”
“no…I’m taking that next semester—“
“really? you didn’t take it this semester?” you can hear it, clear as day, his tone… you bite your tongue, swallowing the lump in your throat as you compose yourself.
“yeah I’m taking it next semester, ‘cause I didn’t finish all the pre-reqs for it,” you mutter, licking your lips.
your dad is quiet for a bit, letting the information sink in. “i thought you’d told me you were…you’re still taking the mcats this summer?”
two girls step into the bathroom, stalls slamming close behind them. the faucet behind you dripping.
you hear your dad call your name again. and again. “i told mom,” you mutter, nail picking at your jeans.
“what’d you tell her?” your silence doesn’t sit with your father, your name coming out more sternly. none of this was helping your headache from hours of studying. your fingers press into your side.
“I’d fail if i took them now, i need more time to study so I’m gonna take them next summer,” you finally confess. the truth should’ve been obvious to your father, you were getting average to good grades. nothing extremely amazing. the silence on the other line was expected, but your body reacts the same way. your stomach sinking to your ass, cheeks flushing with embarrassment and disappointment. “dad?”
“yeah?”
shoko was taking hers early fall, and a few of your friends are also taking it next summer. but your dad is assuming you can excel above and beyond everyone around you, just like him.
“are you mad?” you ask, pinching your forearm mindlessly.
he sighs against the receiver, “i just expect more. you know that.” you swallow thickly, itching your cheek. “so what’re you doing in the summer?”
“I’ll figure it out,” you push off the counter, the conversation no longer appealing in any way.
“you have two weeks left, barely—“
“I have to go study. I’ll talk to you later, dad,” you swing the door open, “bye.”
fuck! your chest felt unbelievably tight, your thumb presses roughly against your heart, rubbing the tight muscle, vision blurry as you drag yourself to the wall across the bathroom. you don’t think anything of it, pressing your forehead against the cold concrete wall. eyes screwed shut, continuing the harsh rubbing of your chest. deep breaths.
“hey.”
your lashes flutter, turning your head, still pressed against the wall, catching a familiar pair of eyes. you lightly push off the wall.
“banging y’r head against the wall again?” the shitty tease elected a light laugh from you. his legs easily carrying himself to you, energy drink from the vending machine in hand. even though he looks just as exhausted as you, if not more, he still manages to exude an energy that pulls you in.
and by energy, you’re definitely talking about how unapologetically attractive this man is. even in his black sweats and a baggy tee, now standing in front of you, you couldn’t control the heat that crawled up your neck.
his free hand comes up to hold your cheek, while the other pressed the cold can against your neck. a drawn sigh leaves your lips. eyes closing and tipping your head back. sukuna smiles. “feels good?”
you hum, lips parting again with a softer sigh. “yeah, feels good.”
his thumb gently caresses the skin of your cheek watching you bask in the cold. it was a quiet moment. one where the headache from your dad slowly sank deeper into the mush of your brain, unbothered by the potential argument that will happen either on the phone or in person.
“were you in the bathroom the whole time?” he breaks the silence, eyes watching every minute twitch of your face. the way your tongue wets your bottom lip, how you slowly inhale from your nose, holding it in for a second, before releasing it.
he’d been struggling to stay focused. it was easy throwing himself into all his missed work, but when you’d disappeared for fifteen minutes he began to realize how slowly time was moving. glancing around, shoko still wasn’t back from her smoke break.
the whole reason he came here to study was to be around people who will study too. not like his friends who’ll study for less than an hour then start goofing off.
but the other reason, which he would never admit to himself or out loud, is that there’s a type of calm that settles inside his chest when he’s around you lately. one that lets him focus even for just a few hours, which is more than he can ask for. and he’d let himself take the occasional break which meant glancing at you and watching you work.
it was motivating seeing someone work just as hard as him, if not more. you were so focused, it made him feel bad for checking you out, and watching the way you tap your pen on your bottom lip in thought.
“i was on the phone,” your hand replaces his on the can, moving it underneath your chin, sighing loudly. your lashes blink up at him, watching the way his thick brows push together for a second.
his thumb moves to your forehead, tapping it harshly. “so what was the banging all about?”
you tsk in amusement, “I wasn’t banging anything. i was leaning, and I was deep in thought.”
he snorts, hand falling on your head, tipping your head back so you’re looking up at him. it was both annoying and attractive how much bigger this man is compared to you. he could probably crush your skull if he put more pressure, and still you find yourself flushing at the thought, staring up at him with wide beady eyes waiting, anticipating his next move.
“stressed ‘cuz of exams next week, or because it’s the last week of classes—“
“or both,” you interrupt. sukuna smiles, sharp canines peaking as he leans closer, eyes drifting down to your glossy lips. your stomach flips, heart thumping louder as your own gaze falls to his lips again.
“or both,” he repeats, warm breath fanning against you, hovering so close. his red iris’s flick up, meeting yours. “I’m stressed too,” he admits with a wicked smirk.
your chest warms up, hot pool settling deep in your tummy. “because of the things you listed, or something else?”
he smiles, “both.”
your lips part, but he cuts you off, hot lips connecting with yours.
it was instinctual kissing sukuna, your body taking over the moment his lips touched yours. his tongue peaks, swiping along your bottom lip, humming in delight when you part them open for him, tongue meeting his.
your hand still cradles his cold energy drink to your chest, while the other held the front of his shirt, moaning softly as he pushed his tongue inside your mouth, warmth spreading downs your neck.
his kisses always felt so sure, like he knew exactly what he was doing. his hand easily cradled the back of your neck, angling you how he wanted, tongue pressing and licking yours, unbothered by the students exiting the bathroom and looking away in disgust or annoyance.
he pulls away to catch his breath, panting against your puffy lips. “wanna keep going?” his chest is heaving under your grip, ears flushed, and eyes lidded, and he doesn’t have to wait long for your reply.
“here,” is all you say before tugging the man around the corner. the hours were late so only students would be in the building studying, and security. but the student workers…you press the pin pad putting the five numbers in, while sukuna feels you up from behind, hands sneaking under your shirt, mouthing at your neck.
after a second try, the door unlocks, letting you stumble inside the small storage office — three desks sit cramped in the room while old archives lined the walls. the six foot four man trails right behind you.
“how’d you know the code?” he pants, fingers already unbuttoning your jeans, hooking his thumbs into the waistband and pushing your pants and panties down, kneeling in front of you slipping your shoes off.
“my friend works here, and I visit her a few times when I study,” your lips part, back pressed against the walls letting him hook your leg over his shoulder, big palms grabbing fist fulls of your ass, sucking dark bruises up your inner thigh. he was moving so quick you were practically getting whiplash. “wait ryo, it’s been a long day, you don’t have too—“ your fingers easily find his hair ready to push him away, but it only tips his head back, lust filled eyes meeting yours, cocky grin spreading across his face.
“i don’t really care,” he wets his bottom lip, “makes it better.”
“wha—aah!” you cover your mouth with the back of your hand — his lips latching onto your pretty clit sucking harshly. a guttural groan escapes the man, hand coming to push your leg further up, your heel digs into his shoulder as he spreads your slick lips apart, pupils blowing black at the sight. the small light from one of the desks illuminating the arousal that coats your warm cunt.
“fuck,” he gives your clit a sloppy kiss, spitting, “so pretty.” he grumbles again, making quick work, making out with your cunt, tongue swiping through your folds, lapping every crevice before tonguing your gummy hole. your chest pushes up, tugging his roots to ground yourself.
“mmm feels good, ryo,” you gasp once you feel him push two fingers in, pumping them deeper inside you, stretching you out. his tongue circles your clit, jaw dropping to lap at your slick trickling down his fingers.
the vigorous obscene pump of his skilled fingers, curling deep inside you has you choking back an embarrassing moan, ignoring the fact that the man was taking occasional sniffs, groaning each time. it’s whatever when he’s making you tremble, clenching around his fingers as you come undone.
your legs are weak once he stands back up, sucking his fingers clean of your arousal, and easily picking you up with one arm, your legs wrap around his waist. “we could’ve just fucked in the handicap bathroom,” he says, dropping you on the desk, leaning over and grabbing your jaw. “that’s why it’s there.”
you grimace, tilting your chin up so your lips brush his, tongue peaking to swipe his bottom lip tasting yourself. “it’s dirty and smells disgusting.”
he snorts, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss, groaning lowly as he pulls a condom from his wallet and pushes his sweats and boxers low enough to pull his heavy cock out. palm wrapping around his hot member, wetting his tip through your folds.
“gotta be quick then,” he mutters, teeth nipping at your bottom lip, before your tongues melt against one another again, condom rolling on and your breath catching once he sinks his chubby length inside you. “mmngh, nice ‘nd tight,” his long drawn moan sends shivers down your spine.
“y-yeah anh,” you gasp, your arm is propped behind you, the other holding his bicep as your back arches up, eyes fluttering.
sukuna doesn’t waste much time before slamming his mind-numbing size deep into your squelching cunt. his thick veins drag along your walls, turning your brain to mush with each thrust.
your tongue pokes out, eyes fluttering as you bask in his warmth and pleasure. his teeth sink into your neck, suckling on the hot skin, leaving a dark mark.
he’s perfect. it’s the only thought in your mind. his warmth, his groans, his cock. all of it had you forgetting everything and solely focusing on him.
the lewd claps of his hips meeting yours could definitely be heard if someone passed too closely to the door. along with your hiccuping moans, eyes watering the more you had to hold yourself back, especially when he starts thumbing your puffy clit, vision blurring. “ryo—m’ close mclosemclosemclose—“ your adorable chanting had him chuckling darkly, tongue lapping the drool from your chin.
his hands hook under your knees spreading your legs further apart pulling you forward. “ryo!” you whisper shout, falling back on your elbows, as he slams his entire two hundred pound weight behind each thrust, your back hits the desk before arching up, feeling his engorged tip kiss your sweet spot.
“dirty little slut, like getting fucked in the library?” his raspy tone had your skin burning. a devilish smirk pulling at his lips as he watched your tummy bulge from his cock, your shirt had ridden up from his thrusts. “fuck—“ a deep growl escapes his throat, eyeing your slick pussy swallowing him.
“m’ gonna cu-um haah,” your eyes water, forearm covering your mouth as you bite down on the flesh, especially when sukuna decides to pick up the pace, brutal and sharp, the desk squeaking under your weights, the small storage office filled with the lewd sounds of sensual, rough sex.
and sukuna had long forgotten about your pleasure as he began to feel the comings of his own release. his hips grew sloppy, chasing his high like an animal, low raspy groans reverberating through his chest as he held you from squirming away as you creamed around his length.
“ngh ah,” you whine against your arm, other hand shooting out to push his pelvis, cheeks aflame as his hips don’t seize. he had tunnel vision, eyes only fixated on where you both connect, pupils blown as he fucks his girthy cock faster inside you, ignoring your strangled whines pitching higher. he easily manhandles you closer to the edge of the desk, sinking deeper, if that was even possible.
tears break, your eyes roll back as you arch off the surface again seeing stars.
“shiit,” sukuna gives one finally slam before he’s catching himself on the desk, emptying his thick warm load into the condom. his breathing is uneven, balancing himself on the desk, holding your thigh as he milks every drop. “jus’ like that,” he sighs, chest heaving.
his head dips to your chest, panting heavily, hands finding your bare waist grounding himself back to reality.
your own mushy mind slowly begins to settle back down, hands finding his shoulders.
“how long has it been?” you mumble, still catching your breath.
“dunno, left my phone on the table,” he pushes off the desk, hand holding your thigh as he slowly pulls out. you whimper at the drag, biting your cheek as you watch him tie the full condom, glancing around before tossing it in the trash.
you glance at your pants still by the door, mind wandering off. this last week of classes and next weeks finals are detrimental to your future. your schedule has to be more strict, that also means timing your thirty minute breaks, and if you have sex in those thirty minutes, then that’s on you. then there’s the summer…you’ll have to figure something out after finals because there was absolutely zero time to think about it now.
or how your dad would feel about your decision.
“you have adhd or some shit?” sukuna interrupts, large hand rocking your head as you blink up.
“adhd?” you repeat, not even registering what he’d said. sukuna sighs, handing you your clothes, already having fixed himself when you were zoned out. he helps you off the table, grabbing a couple tissues from another desk and wiping your inner thighs. “thanks,” you hum appreciatively.
you take the tissues and continue cleaning yourself as much as you can before tossing it in the trash, pulling your panties back on.
“do we look like we just had a quickie?” you ask fixing your hair, before reaching for your pants.
sukuna shrugs, eyeing your glowy expression and the hickey peaking out of your collar, “a quickie would’a been fuckin’ you from behind in the bathroom, but I ate y’out and had ya spread open for me, so it looks like that.”
your eyes narrow, smacking his chest lightly. “shut up.” he snorts, watching as you tug your jeans up. a chest rumbling yawn manages to slip out of his mouth, making your eyes flick up briefly, glancing over his features.
you hadn’t spoken to him since a few days ago, and he seemed focused once he joined you and shoko today. clearly set on finishing all his missing work and catching up on his studying. so you didn’t want to be the idiot to interrupt him, but now…
“how’re you feeling about your classes?” is what you come up with.
sukuna rubs the corner of his eye, shrugging, “fine. emailed my professors for extensions, but I still needa study for finals or I’m fucked.”
you hum, nodding your head in agreement, the awkwardness slowly seeping into the conversation. at least that’s how you feel, especially when his eyes narrow as if he can read your thoughts. “how’re you doing?”
you blink up in surprise, lips parting before closing again, moving to grab your shoes. “I’m fine too…I really needa do well on the finals though,” you sigh in annoyance. sukuna watches you tuck a strand behind your ear as you lean down to slip your shoes on. his chest twists in that unfamiliar way again wondering why you looked so solemn earlier. “how long are you gonna stay tonight?”
he scratches his chest, other hand coming up to lazily hold your bicep so you don’t loose your balance. “needa head back by eleven for some meeting,” he grumbles in annoyance.
you stand up straight after putting your shoes on, “important business?” you tease, clearly not taking anything the fraternity does seriously.
“very important. gojo needs to explain how he’s planning on fixing things with the sorority he pissed off,” sukuna joins your sarcasm, irritation itching at his skin at the thought.
your brow quirks at the mention of a sorority. you weren’t as informed on greek life, but you knew from your friends that a couple fraternities have what they call “sister sororities”. mainly linking up to pregame before a party, or throwing joint events to raise funds with each other. but this past semester it seemed like sukuna’s fraternity didn’t have a close sorority. at least that’s from what you’ve seen.
“he has beef with a sorority?” you voice, hesitant to ask for any details based on what you’ve heard in the past.
he hums leaning against the desk, crossing his toned arms over his chest. “just a bunch of bullshit he started before spring break and now he needs to fix, since less girls have been comin’ to our parties and events,” he presses his fingers to the bridge of his nose.
you’re still slightly confused, so you ignorantly mutter, “shouldn’t you focus on studying rather then all that?” unaware that it struck a nerve.
“yeah, no shit,” he snaps. his rough digits press into his eyes rubbing the headache away. “clearly there’s a bunch of shit goin’ on that keeps messing up,” he explains in frustration, inhaling sharply to calm his thundering heart. “plus I’m the vp, so I have responsibilities.”
“of a fraternity,” you mutter lowly, clearly not impressed by anything that happens within that frat. his eyes meet yours, pupils sharp and lidded with cold intimidation.
his next words come out unnervingly leveled, sending chills down your spine. “do you have problem with me being in a frat?”
“no,” the answer came out easy.
you don’t have a problem with it, you’re not dating him, it’s just a deal you have and you knew exactly what you signed up for. however, that doesn’t mean something inside you keeps pressing against your chest, forcing you to question how much this man can handle. so when your next words happen to slip out, you don’t catch the way his eyes widen.
“it just seems…like a lot on your plate, is all.”
the man goes still.
his stomach churns, heat slowly crawls up his neck. he subtly covers his stunned expression with a hand rubbing down his face, a shaky exhale leaving his chest.
“well I’m fine,” he grumbles, replacing this unexplainable feeling stirring inside him with a familiar one: annoyance. “worry about yourself, y’ don’t know shit about what’s on my plate.” his hand drops, catching the way you roll your eyes at his cold response. “plus I wasn’t the one banging my head against the wall.”
your cheeks flush, head whipping around especially when he cracks a stupid smile, laughing when your hand raises smacking his shoulder, “I wasn’t banging my head!”
it was the unserious nature of your relationship that really felt like an emotional rollercoaster. especially when he’s cracking a boisterous laugh, catching your wrist and shoving you back lightly, wince it doesn’t take much strength for him to stop you. you’re fuming with a mix of emotions, the biggest one being how fucking annoying this man is, and the second is the flustered swarm breaking inside you.
after another eye roll and another shared laugh, yours being a very sarcastic one. you finally stumble back to your table, avoiding shoko’s eyes as she looks you both over once you sit across from her with a permanent post-sex glow on your face, and sukuna’s air of confidence as he settles beside you.
luckily for you though, you were satisfied for the rest of the night. even when sukuna had to bid you both farewell a few minutes later. you continued on with shoko, the phone call with your dad no longer at the forefront of your mind. instead it was your studies, and sukuna.
as for said man. he wishes your thirty minutes in heaven was the only thing on his mind. however, after arriving to a chaotic house full of college boys yelling at each other, and a not so inviting hole in the kitchen wall, sukuna’s pounding headache seemed to return.
“enough shouting!”
the loud command had the room going silent in seconds. along with gojo who is unbelievably wound up, and geto swearing under his breath with his laptop open.
it was yesterday when things in the frat began to fall apart. after leaving his step-mothers place friday, toji and sukuna stopped at his gramps and told him everything that had happened. they also mentioned how she’d leave them be for a couple weeks, but will probably come back with some shit by the start of summer.
his gramps wasn’t impressed, toji was able to reason with him, telling him he’ll take care of it, but it only served to piss sukuna off instead. and he didn’t shy away from voicing it once they stepped outside, front door slamming behind him.
“i don’t need you cleanin’ up my families mess, it’s my fucking problem,” he growls, jaw tight and veins straining.
toji gives him an unimpressed glare, lighting his cigarette and taking a sharp inhale, holding the nicotine in, and letting it simmer in his lungs. his thumb presses into the crease between his brows as he exhales. “it’s not just your problem.”
“well I don’t need ya fucking acting like it’s just y’r shit to handle—“
“well I’m fucking handling it, aren’t I!?”
sukuna freezes. jaw locking and fists clenching.
toji takes another aggressive puff, chest heaving as he racks a hand through his unruly hair. sukuna hadn’t fully realized how toji feels after what kaori had said, but it didn’t stop the arrogant prideful part of him from hating how toji has to clean up his messes even years later.
“I’m not seventeen anymore,” sukuna grits.
toji cracks his neck, loosening his muscles, “then don’t act like it.”
sukuna’s eyes flare, “fuck you, fucking asshole!”
and he doesn’t give him chance, turning back to the house.
“I’ll take it as I’m not driving you back?” toji calls, but sukuna slams the door ending any further conversation.
he quietly curses when the rest of the day was filled with answering his gramps questions until he finally left for another shift at the shop, but worse was having choso ignore him once he came home from school.
it wasn’t a good feeling sitting in the living room, laptop out catching up on missing essays, and hearing the front door open. his eyes flick up, catching his younger brother walk in, earphones in, hair falling over his eyes.
the teen briefly catches the movement in the corner of his eye, glancing over to see his older brother lounged back, freshly showered wearing one of his old shirts and shorts.
they hadn’t spoken since choso brushed him off to go with his friends yesterday. even if sukuna had texted him telling him not to worry about anything. he was left on read.
choso manages to live up to the moody teen stereotype, deadpan glare cutting through his elder brother, before he’s turning to his room, door locking behind him.
“gonna ignore me all weekend?” sukuna barks, back hitting the couch.
that was an affirmative. luckily his youngest brother was excited to see him. yuuji’s face immediately lights up when he steps into the house an hour after choso. his bag hits the ground as he runs across the room throwing himself onto sukuna, knee accidentally digging into his rib, making the man buckle over in pain.
“seriously yuu,” sukuna grabs the kid, tossing him beside him.
“i didn’t know you were coming this weekend!” yuuji jumps back up.
sukuna rubs his rib, “yeah, i was in the area so I’m gonna stay till sunday mornin’ probably.”
yuuji is just nodding along as he rummages through his backpack, “perfect. yeah, so can you sign this then?” sukuna’s brow crease once he sees the paper that his youngest brother pulls out of his bag. “d-don’t tell gramps.”
yuuji watches nervously as sukuna’s jaw locks, taking the paper from yuuji’s hand to see the 45/100 on his math quiz. “you’re kidding.”
yuuji bites his cheek, sitting back on the coffee table arms crossed and hand covering his mouth anxiously. “cmon man, like i tried.”
“you got four answers right??” sukuna flips to the back to see all the wrong answers his brother received.
“everyone failed this quiz, the teacher made it super hard!” yuuji whines, sukuna’s eyes flick up to his brother, cursing himself. “please sign it. gramps is gonna get so mad and he’ll ground me!”
the eldest rubs his eyes, glancing over the red x’s all over his brothers quiz. his eyes flick up to the hallway. “how’s choso?”
yuuji’s brows knit in confusion, “what d’you mean? his grades?”
sukuna nods.
yuuji scoffs dramatically, waving his hand in his face in annoyance, “cho is fine, you already know he got into the honors classes this year.”
“and he’s doing well?” sukuna knew choso had more academic intelligence than his youngest brother. but maybe it was the interaction they had yesterday that had sukuna worried. what if all this shit with kaori isn’t only affecting him, but also choso? unlike sukuna, his brothers have another month and a half left of school, and for choso his grades matter more than yuuji’s.
“yeah, I guess, he never brings home any tests to sign, so that’s good,” yuuji mumbles with envy. “but sign mine, please please please, but don’t tell gramps,” yuuji shoves a pen in his brothers hand, eyes big and pleading.
sukuna eventually sighs, leaning over the table to sign the quiz, handing it back to his brother. “is megumi doing well?”
“yeah, but he’s smart,” yuuji shoves the quiz back in his bag. “my other friend nobara gets the same grades as me.”
“doesn’t make it better,” sukuna cuts sharply, shutting the middle schooler up. “I’m not gonna be here next time y’get a bad grade, and if y’get another bad grade, gramps won’t let you visit me then.”
“bro what?!” yuuji cries, face in his hands.
“you gotta study, try doing it with megumi,” sukuna offers, watching the way yuuji seems to melt to the floor just at the mention of studying.
“I hate school.”
“it hates you too,” sukuna watches his brother huff and roll onto his back facing the ceiling, a frown permanently itched onto his little face.
however, yuuji’s failing math grade wasn’t new given the situation, so sukuna felt slightly better as the rest of the weekend progressed. it mainly included running errands for his gramps with yuuji tagging along, finishing his essays so he can focus on his exams when he gets back, cleaning up his room, which yuuji took over after he moved out freshman year, and watching choso give him the cold shoulder.
all this to come back sunday night to the frat lawn covered in red paint, and written on the front of the house was PIG PEN.
“you said you were going to fix this shit!” sukuna barks the second he steps into the house, just for gojo to be pulling out his hair. the whole situation started earlier this semester when they got back from winter break and gojo had made a spreadsheet one night ranking all the sororities on campus from most to least fun to work with.
however, a few of the other frats managed to join the doc, and decided to add other categories: attractiveness, crazy-scale, wife potential, ass/boobs/flat, and the worst category: easy/medium/difficult.
the boys ran with it, and eventually the doc was leaked to all the sororities a few weeks before midterms, and gojo’s name was the only visible one on the doc because he’d created it. this led to the biggest sorority on campus, kappa phi pearl, which happened to be the sorority they co-host the most events with, going absolutely berserk.
one thing about sororities is they’ll all have beef with one another, but when it comes to hating a fraternity, especially delta alpha stride, the number one athletic fraternity in the country filled with star athletes from different sports, they’ll band together like sisters. even if they weren’t the only fraternity responsible.
what’s worse is they were able to infect girls that aren’t even apart of sororities! because who the hell would want to be caught at a fraternity party that’s known to hate women?
however, it didn’t stop the boys from sleeping around, they brought plenty of women back into their beds, it really only affected them during their charity campus events and parties. so the launch of their annual pool party once the weather got warmer, flopped.
gojo was a mess, and geto and a few of the juniors on the soccer team were still pissed at their captain, especially when he decided to ditch them the entire weekend.
sukuna took a deep breath, dropping his things by the stairs before standing in front of the room. “about friday’s match,” he starts, eyes moving over his teammates. “it was a bad day, and I took it out on you guys and the game, and I apologize,” he concludes with a slight bow of his head.
geto’s face turns into a scowl, rolling his eyes. “must be fucking easy for you to come here apologize and expect us to forgive you,” he mutters in annoyance.
sukuna shoots him a glare, “what else d’ya want me to do?” he snaps.
geto tsks, running a hand through his hair, ruining his bun, “whatever man, I get you have a lotta shit going on and it’s not even the season, but it’s fucking annoying when you blow up an entire match up! coach set the whole thing up so we can improve our strategies and because you went psycho and got kicked off the field, it screwed the rest of us up!”
gojo rubs his cheek, glancing between his friends as sukuna gets more wound up. “so you’re pissed because ya can’t win a fucking practice match without me on the field,” sukuna scoffs.
“god, you’re such a dick,” geto huffs, standing up. “you and this idiot,” he points to gojo, “are our forwards, our fucking plans and strategies revolve around you both, so if you’re not gonna take this seriously, then fuck off the team.”
the room is dead silent. a few of the other fraternity members that aren’t apart of the soccer team manage to slip away, while the rest sat quietly, holding their breaths as they watch the tense confrontation.
sukuna’s jaw locks, glaring daggers at his friend. the air between the two men could be cut with a knife, even gojo was hesitant to interrupt, his brows pinched together, wondering how sukuna will make it up to them.
sukuna exhales, eyes shutting as he cracks his neck, “I’m taking this seriously.”
“then prove it,” geto spits, “the team wants a rematch, so figure it out with coach.” geto leaves after that, disappearing upstairs.
the rest of the boys silently watch their vice president/captain sit back on the arm chair, hands falling over his face as his mind racks through everything. eventually, his arms drop, red irises landing on the president. “you wanna add anything?”
gojo shakes his head, “he said it all,” he shrugs, but the mood shifts once he rubs his chest in that irritating way where he wants to say something horrible.
sukuna’s eyes narrow, “what?”
gojo sighs, pointing to the window, “about the red paint.”
“fuck!” sukuna snaps, head falling back with a loud groan. gojo rubs his jaw in annoyance. “I can’t deal with this shit. i have class in the morning, we’re talking about it tomorrow.” sukuna stands, fingers raking through his hair. “have the pledges wash it off.”
it was like the universe was punishing him. he couldn’t catch a break. it was one thing after the other. so when the next day came around, and gojo was blowing up the group chat about a mandatory meeting at night, sukuna couldn’t contain his anger, even after he’d just fucked you so good in the library,
“so you’re saying I have to apologize?” gojo screeches, hands pulling his white hair.
geto is sat on couch, laptop open, “well all of us will apologize, but you have to read this shit.”
“it wasn’t even me who made all those categories! and their apology is fucking dehumanizing, I should just cut of my dick instead, I doubt that would even satisfy these vultures!” gojo is unbelievably twisted up about the apology the sorority wrote for him. they expect him to read it at the mixer the frat is hosting later this week as an apology to all the sororities on campus.
“it’s not that bad, and they’ll forget about it after. they just wanna embarrass us,” geto says, rubbing his jaw as he reads the apology again.
however, gojo is seething, head in his hands as he looks up, pointing at sukuna, “you should be saying this fucking apology.”
sukuna scoffs, “I’m not the president.”
“the only reason they’ve been shoving it to us all semester is because you fucking ghosted their president and fucking ranked her as easy and level one crazy,” gojo snaps.
sukuna rolls his eyes, fingers pressing into his temple, “did I lie?”
gojo screams.
either way, the frat comes to a unanimous decision that gojo will read this humiliating apology at the mixer this weekend and hopefully it’ll fix things with the sorority and female population on campus.
however, it didn’t stop gojo from trying to figure out another solution, and advocating for his own innocence in the matter. but the boys just wanted it to be over.
including sukuna who was making up missed work and studying the entire week, along with talking to toji to figure out how to schedule a rematch with the other university before the start of summer.
all this, just for him to crash into you as you’re walking out of the library friday night.
“wait you’re leaving?” sukuna’s eyes widen. he’d just finished an unproductive study session at the frat, and remembered texting you earlier so he’d hoped to get some real work done studying with you here, but instead, he runs into you leaving!
“I’m heading home,” you cringe, “it’s almost twelve and I had my first exam this morning and last presentation,” you grumble, head falling back. “I can’t listen to another lecture or I’ll actually kill myself.”
so inevitably sukuna decides to walk back home with you. “I’m not gonna study anymore,” you say, taking your shoes off as sukuna grumbles behind you, shutting your front door.
“s’ fine, I just can’t study in the frat, they’re all fucking annoying, and the library smells like ass,” sukuna drags his things to your couch, and by the time you exit the shower, the man has fully camped out in your tiny living room. laptop and notes scattered on your coffee table, his wide back resting against your couch as he sits on the floor, and his phone playing low music.
you stifle a yawn, dragging your feet to crawl onto the couch behind him, laying across the soft cushions. he makes no effort to turn around as he continues studying.
“you don’t haveta stay up,” he mumbles, jotting another problem.
you hum ignoring what he says and instead, admiring his deep concentration, your fingers gently tickle his nape, rubbing the tattoos the crawl up his collar. “why don’t you study tomorrow?”
sukuna tsks, “busy. and we have this fuckass mixer apology shit we haveta do.”
your fingers tickle his hair, scratching softly making his cock tingle, and stomach melt, “oh the sorority list utahime told me about.” almost every girl knew about what happened, but you also knew that it was just sukuna’s frat.
“yup,” sukuna’s chest warms as you continue to scratch his scalp, manicured fingers gently combing through his locks. “you can come tomorrow, watch gojo say this shitty ass apology they wrote for him, but after it’ll just be a casual hangout. hopefully.”
you yawn again, letting go of his hair to snuggle further into the couch, “I’ll see if I can stop by when I’m done studying….probably need your dick before finals,” you joke.
but sukuna feels his chest heat up at your words, turning his head to eye you snuggled behind him. you look so warm, he drops his pen, leaning over the couch. your fingers softly cup his cheek, turning your head to face him, lashes fluttering, “thought you followed me here to fuck,” you admit.
“I was tempted,” he leans closer, hand rubbing your waist under your shirt, smiling when you hum at his warmth. “we can have a quick round.” he kisses your lips, feeling your lips curve into a smile.
“but a real quickie this time?”
he hums, hands coming up to pull his shirt over his head. your finger softly rubs your bottom lip as you watch the man pull a condom from his backpack, holding it between his teeth as he strips his jeans and boxers. soft fat cock hitting his thigh casually, your eyes gawk at the size like usual. you manage to lift your hips, helping him slide your shorts and panties off.
“you’re pretty eager,” you smile, soft hand wrapping around his cock.
“I’m just very fucking pissed s’ all,” he kisses up your neck, pushing your shirt over your breasts to cupping the supple flesh, tugging at your nipple. your pussy easily lubricates his cock, allowing you to jerk him off quicker. your hands always felt a million times better than his own, his mouth parts against your cheek panting with each twist of your wrist, collecting more pre oozing from his slit and rubbing it back down his length.
after a few minutes, you take the condom that fell beside you, rolling it onto his fully hard pulsing cock.
“wanna put it inside f’r me?” his low voice rumbles straight to your pussy.
your cheeks sting, legs spreading wider, leaning up on your elbow, holding the middle of his cock and positioning his fat tip at your entrance. sukuna watches you carefully, the way your tongue wets your bottom lips, panting softly as you clench around nothing. you were so cute and hot, it was fucking with his head. “juus’ like that,” he coos.
you whimper as he nudges his hips forward, pushing his engorged tip into your tight walls, “ryo.”
“yeah yeah, it’s big,” his thumb finds your clit rubbing the sensitive nub until you’re loosening up, muscles relaxing so he can drive the rest of his chubby length inside you, stretching your tight walks.
“anhh,” your back arches off the couch, legs spreading as he hooks his arms underneath your knees, easily hoisting your hips under his thighs not wasting a single second before he’s thrusting up into a fast a brutal rhythm.
it could’ve been a multitude of factors that lead sukuna into kissing you so gently. maybe it was the way your eyes seemed more sunken than usual, or the fact that you smell heavenly after your shower, or it was the way you absentmindedly scratched his head earlier and had an unusual feeling blossoming deep in his stomach.
all of it could’ve combined with his stress and the fact that he hasn’t touched or seen you since monday, so when his thrusts turn slower and deeper, you start whining even more, nails digging into his bicep and shoulder, back arching. “can y’ feel me deep inside ya?” he husks against your lips.
your lashes flutter, feeling every slow drag of his hot cock against your walls. choking on your words when he shoves his chub back inside you.
“y-yeah,” you pant, moaning against his lips, breaths mixing as he presses his weight down, arms stabilizing beside your head and using all his strength to drive his hips into you. you gasp, eyes widening as you feel him so fucking deep. “r-right there, ryo—haah!”
“yeah? that’s where it feels good?” he groans, humming against your lips as you move your fingers between your bodies, rubbing quick circles around your clit, clamping around him. “shiit.”
your eyes roll back, face turning away, as you hit your orgasm, legs shaking around him as he quickly fucks himself into your gummy walls, pushing himself over the edge, deep growl rumbling through his chest as he stills inside you, blowing the condom.
“good girl,” he sighs, sitting up and pushing your legs up, slipping out.
you’re slowly catching your breath underneath him, closing your legs as your arms fall over your eyes, his warm hands rub your thighs before feeling him move off the couch.
“it’s okay, i can clean myself,” you yawn, taking the warm towel he returned with. “finish studying,” you smile.
“kay,” he slips his boxers back on, and settles back in his spot as you clean yourself and slide your panties and shorts back on, grabbing the blanket on the back of the couch.
luckily, the sex cleared the fog from his brain, immediately locking in now, the stress still lingering underneath, but at least the knots in his stomach have come undone.
he doesn’t know how long he stays up, going through everything he was going to study for tomorrow as well, helping himself to your fridge and pantry to keep himself awake. all while you slept peacefully on the couch behind him. occasionally glancing at you when you’d stir turning over.
but eventually sometime around four or maybe even five, the man couldn’t keep his eyes open any longer, and he found himself crashing on the ground.
it didn’t matter where he slept, he couldn’t bring himself to move away from you, and he wasn’t going to force you to make space on the couch for him. so the floor was the second best place,
however, when the unbelievably loud alarm goes off only two hours later, you’re groaning into the cushion, turning over to see sukuna mimicking your exact movements on the floor.
“turn it off,” he grumbles, you look around, rubbing your face as you reach for his phone on the table, shutting it off. another loud yawn racks through you, glancing at the man laying on his stomach on the floor, arms tucked under the pillow.
you fall back on the couch, leaning over the side, “you could’ve slept on my bed.”
“too tired to walk,” sukuna buries his face in the pillow, “what time is it?”
you glance at your clock, “seven,” you yawn, “why do you have an alarm so early?”
“practice match,” sukuna pushes himself up, sitting on his knees as he rubs the sleep from his eyes.
your eyes widen, “huh? why’d you stay up if you have a match so early??” you shriek.
sukuna groans scratching his chest as he stands, “because I’m busy all day, won’t have time to study.”
“yeah, but,” your eyes follow him with concern as he moves around your apartment.
“gonna shower, can ya text gojo on my phone and tell him to bring my shit so I can change on the field. passwords 0720,” sukuna chugs the rest of his opened celsius.
“yeah, okay,” you reach for his phone again, eyes flicking up to see him disappear into the bathroom. you easily open his messages, gojo already at the top as “gojo🖕”, along with “coach shithead”, who you can only assume is coach toji, “stride bitch🤑🤑” a groupchat with the frat, another group chat with the soccer team, and then someone as “crybaby”. your brows furrow when you recognize the last text sent. is that you??
your cheeks flush, ignoring it and tapping gojo’s unopened messages and sending the text.
he’s definitely going to crash today, you think. he barely slept and now he has a whole practice match and some apology mixer tonight, and you doubt he won’t have something else pop up in the middle of the day before the mixer.
you set his phone back down, only for it to start buzzing with gojo’s caller ID popping up.
you bite your cheek, should you answer for him? he didn’t tell you to do all that so you let it ring out. but gojo is persistent, calling again, and again, all you could imagine is sukuna throwing his phone across the room again. albeit it was someone else calling, but the anxiety crawls up your throat, reaching over and answering.
“hello?”
“where the f—“
“it’s actually me,” you interrupt him, only for gojo to pause before uttering your name. you yawn, leaning back into the couch, “yeah, hey. he’s in the shower right now and told me to send you that text.”
you hear your friend sigh, before it turns into another groan, “but he’s awake?”
“yeah,” you hear the shower still running, “I think he’s almost done.”
gojo grumbles something incoherent before voicing another question that has you rolling your eyes in annoyance, “were you guys fucking all night?”
“no, he was jus’ studying here. dick,” you tsk.
“why didn’t he study here then?” you can hear him moving on the other line, possibly gathering sukuna’s things from his room.
“said he couldn’t study with you guys, and the library smells like ass,” you repeat the man’s words from last night, not paying attention to the shower cutting behind you and sukuna stepping out.
gojo scoffs defensively, “and he wasn’t distracted by your pussy?”
you roll your eyes again in a mix of annoyance and disgust, “I’m gonna fucking slap you next time I see you, satoru.”
“oh, sounds fun,” he laughs on the other line, “make it nice and hard so kuna can be jealous,” you roll your eyes again, adamant now about slapping him next time you see him.
“fucking weirdo,” you grumble, toying with the blanket sliding off your lap.
“who’s fucking weird?” a deep voice has you turning, eyes tracking the tall burly man as water droplets slide down his toned body. he’s wearing the same boxers from last night on, as he dries his hair with the towel.
you shove the phone in his face, “satoru,” you tsk, making sukuna glance between your eyes as he takes the phone which was on speaker.
“is that sukuna?” gojo’s obnoxious voice shouts.
“what?” sukuna puts the phone down as he grabs his jeans sliding them on. you watch him pull it over his casually big bulge making you flush slightly.
“what what? geto is pissed by the way! you—“
“I’m on my way there! why the fuck is he getting pissed?” sukuna snaps, grabbing his shirt that he’d thrown last night. you follow his movements, quietly watching from your spot on the couch.
gojo sighs, “he doesn’t think you’re serious about the team since you went to get your dick wet the night before the match and stayed the night too.”
“oh my bad, I forgot we have to be fucking celibate monks,” sukuna snaps, glancing at you briefly catching the adorable shrug you give him like you don’t understand where geto’s frustrations are coming from either. cute.
“did you get some sleep?” gojo asks, door slamming on the other line as sukuna shoves all his notes into his bag.
“yeah, so tell geto to fuck off my ass,” sukuna snaps, ending the call. you lean forward handing sukuna his chargers neatly wrapped, he hadn’t even noticed you’d helped him clean his things.
“thanks,” he mutters, shoving it all in his bag before sliding his phone into his back pocket and kneeling on the couch grabbing your face. your breath catches in surprise as he crashes his lips onto yours. “fuck I wanna kill them,” he sighs, kissing your bottom lip, parting his mouth to slip his tongue against yours.
you whine softly, hand brushing his neck, humming as he leans you back on the cushion, towering over you as he deepens the kiss. “ryo,” you sigh.
his chest twists, you were so good, the annoyance itching in the back of his mind boiling his veins. if only he didn’t have to leave now, you’d take all his stress away, even if it was just for a few hours. he licks his lips, pulling away, “sorry…haveta go now.” his thumb traces your bottom lip, eyeing the glossy shine before leaning to kiss it again. “wanna study with ya again. deadass the only fuckass time I can get shit done.”
and after stealing your breath away, and making a warm puddle collect between your legs, he’s leaving.
—
sukuna and you have completely different mornings.
while sukuna arrives on time for the practice match and is able to change in a heartbeat, he’s still getting shit from geto. ie, the passive aggressive comment he made when sukuna was changing, or the slide disagreement he had before they went onto the field. purposely pushing the captain’s buttons.
“just cool off, he’s playing,” gojo hits sukuna on the shoulder before chasing after his best friend.
sukuna has to actively stand still, eyes shutting tight as he takes a deep breath before he blows up. eyes livid when he looks up to see geto glaring at him. prick.
either way, the rest of the team was on geto’s side, even if they weren’t voicing it, sukuna knew he had to earn his teams trust back with this practice match or he can kiss his position, and possible future, goodbye.
while sukuna was sucking up his pride, you were heading to meet with a professor for a potential summer opportunity. one that you have to land, or you’ll be stuck at home with your parents. it didn’t help getting a text from your dad last night to fill out his hospital’s clinic forms for the summer, the same ones you’re sending to shoko.
if your dad knew what you were doing now—
“you good?” utahime’s holding her iced latte and meeting you at the front of the cafe.
you take a sip from her drink, nodding, “like all my professors suck, but I don’t know, I feel like I’m gonna throw up.”
“you said your screenwriting professor likes you though?” utahime says, walking out of the cafe together.
“she does,” you groan, hands falling on your face, “I don’t know, I always think everyone hates me, it’s like imposter syndrome. plus I’m not even a flipping film major.”
“it’s your minor,” utahime points quickly.
you sigh, “yeah…” you trail off, anxiety clawing at your nerves as utahime walks you to the brunch spot your meeting your professor at. “I don’t wanna sound desperate, but I am desperate.”
“well she invited you, so just be yourself because obviously she likes you,” utahime holds your arm, “plus, just like hint at the internship she mentioned in class.”
you laugh nervously, “I hate this, I hate begging, what if she thinks I’m a loser. ughhh I should be studying,” you mutter.
“shut up. this is just as important, and you’re not begging! she invited you! and even if you don’t get it —you will— it’s still a really really good opportunity for you to get close with a professor that already likes you and hopefully it opens something better for you in the future!” utahime really has a gift for saying the most perfect things at the right moment. your confidence immediately sparks inside you as you hum, smiling just a little more once you arrive.
“pray for me,” you beg, hugging your friend tightly.
“obviously!”
utahime’s right. your professor invited you for brunch, and you know how often she listens to your ideas in class and has complimented your scripts numerous times. you just have to go into this meeting with an open mind.
but you really need that internship.
—
gojo is already two shots in by the time the mixer is in full swing. practically all the sororities have come to see his apology, along with the fraternities that gojo and the rest of DAS know were more than responsible for this mess, but have decided to stay silent.
either way, gojo is already the scapegoat, and he sure as hell isn’t going to let anyone forget it.
“I’m gonna fucking kill all of you for making me do this,” he hiccups, geto cringes as he snatches the third shot the president was about to throw back.
“who was supposed to be watching him?” he huffs, glaring around to find the junior members he put in charge.
sukuna sighs, freshly dressed in a clean pair of denim jeans, band tee, and backwards baseball cap, he shoves past a few guys reaching his friends. there’s a silent exchange between him and the raven haired man, before he’s glancing over the crowd, “are we saying this apology or what?”
“we?!” gojo shrieks, lunging at the vice president, grabbing his shirt. “there’s no we, it’s only me! I’m the one humiliating myself with this fucking speech!”
sukuna tsks, grabbing at gojo’s strong arms and pushing him off, “suck it up, people will forget this shit by the time summer is over.”
“he’s right,” geto adds, “and the apology isn’t that bad, just say it quickly, then we’ll have a fun time at this mixer and people will forget.”
“I hate this. I hate everything. I hate you guys,” gojo rambles, annoyance and embarrassment mixing with the alcohol as he starts getting emotional. however, geto manages to shove a water bottle in the man’s face, forcing him to chug the liquid.
as the two men sober up their president, a commotion erupts at the front of the house.
similar to some high school chic flick, the crowd splits, making way for the sorority, kappa phi pearl. neither men bat an eye as they help gojo walk outside, the main stage set for the apology. the pool was lit up, benches and couches already occupied by sorority and frat members.
“apology, then party and drinks,” geto pats his friends back.
“give some fucking sweets, I’m done with drinks,” gojo snaps aggressively. geto hums, eyeing the sorority president, the one that started this whole problem, yorozu.
sukuna helps gojo stand straight, patting the man on the back, both geto and sukuna shove him up onto the mini platform they have set up for the outdoor dj.
“ah fuck me,” gojo grumbles, fingers pressing into his eyes, reluctantly accepting the mic from the dj.
the music lowers, the rest of the crowd in the house moving outside. yorozu stands directly across from gojo on the other side of the pool, arms crossed over her chest, and sharp gaze locked on the vice president, sukuna.
gojo clears his throat, pulling out the printed apology from his pocket. he looks out into the crowd, fuck everyone is here, he groans internally. the man has always drawn eyes to him, it’s not a foreign feeling being the center of attention. but in this instance, it was a goddamn curse.
“hey everyone,” he begins, clearing his throat again as he shoots sukuna and geto help me eyes, to which they both shoot him a thumbs up, along with the rest of their fraternity members, encouraging their brave president.
assholes!!!!! gojo screams internally.
fuck it.
“dear women…..I, satoru gojo, president of delta alpha stride, acknowledge that I am responsible for the creation and distribution of the extremely disrespectful….juvenile, and frankly delusional ranking document,” gojo’s jaw locks, “my actions objectified, belittled, and dehumanized the women of this campus.
I understand that behavior like mine is why the term ‘toxic masculinity’ was invented.” this earns a few unwelcome laughs from the crowd, but gojo continues. “my inability to view women as full human beings is a direct result of my own…. emotional incompetence and chronic insecurity.” more laughs echo through.
“I would also like to clarify that any categories involving ‘easy/medium/difficult,’ body rankings, or ‘wife potential’ were based entirely on fictional standards I made up to compensate for being a catastrophically horrible excuse of man that’s unfamiliar with the subject….” gojo stops, muscles tensing, veins protruding from his arm and neck.
sukuna and geto both watch their friend helplessly, a mix of anger and frustration bubbling inside them as they hear the people that really made those categories laugh at gojo. the sororities know it wasn’t just him, they’ve been defending themselves since the accusation blew up. but it wasn’t enough to fix their reputation, especially when yorozu somehow manages to manipulate all the sororities on campus to band together.
sukuna keeps a cool expression, unaware of the sorority president eyeing him down, as he watches his friend.
gojo bites down, muscle ticking in his jaw as his neck cracks, a few women blush. “unfamiliar with the subject of pleasuring women due to my disappointing..,,and underwhelming…small dick.”
boisterous laughs echo throughout the crowd, and gojo no longer feels any amount of embarrassment, instead his entire being is filled with unadulterated rage. he knows his worth far exceeds any insect that’s in this house, and his confidence in his capabilities in the bedroom are beyond his own stories. they echo in the mouths of half the women here and on campus.
“I am committed to doing better and becoming a better human being, so that I will no longer embarrass the male population as a whole because of my cowardice and deplorableactions….thanks.”
sukuna, geto and the rest of DAS clap and whistle for their president, while a majority of the crowd continue to laugh, a few have their phones out recording the entire thing. gojo desperately tries to contain his facial expressions, but Sukuna and geto can see his patience wearing thinner by the second. so before things can escalate, geto quickly jumps onto the platform, wrapping an arm around his friend and taking the mic.
“as you all can see, we are deeply sorry for our actions, even if there’s still disagreements about who specifically wrote what, we do acknowledge that we created the document in the beginning, and we hope this will be a lesson for everyone,” he says, not so subtly eyeing other fraternities with his serpent like glare, making them look away in fear. “so let’s continue this night with some a better attitude and a new beg—“
“wait.”
a few murmurs echo through the crowd. a couple girls roll their eyes as a few guys step away in annoyance to grab some drinks. however, a majority stay to watch as the president of kappa phi pearl step forward.
it wasn’t a surprise that a majority of her sorority dressed like the chanel’s straight out of scream queens, same person different font. the pink outfits, a major eyesore to almost everyone at the parties, excluding all the men that wanted to sleep with them, but including all the women that hated them, but desperately try to mimic them.
geto has to stifle a groan, jaw tense as gojo rubs his face, so her and the crowd don’t catch his eye roll.
she tilts her head, arms crossed under her chest, purposefully pushing her tits up, voice cutting through the room like a fork dragging across a plate.
“with all due respect, president gojo…” she waves a dismissive hand, “this feels incomplete.” her eyes lock on sukuna. “it’s insincere that only the president is apologizing,” she says loudly, making sure everyone hears. “we all know the vice president is supposed to stand with him. support him. take responsibility with him.”
she tilts her head, eyes sharp. “you helped write that disgusting list too, isn’t that right, sukuna?”
gojo is getting unbelievably wound up, his patience nearing its limits as yorozu drags on. “don’t you think you owe us something?” she smiles sweetly, the kind of smile that makes all three men want to rip her head off. “or do you think you’re above holding yourself accountable, because we all know the way you treat women.”
everyone outside is holding their breaths, whispering to each other.
“well?”
sukuna could hear his blood pumping in his ear. the tension in his muscles twisting and knotting together. it was always one thing after the other. all he could think in this moment was what you’d said to him earlier this week. it just seems like a lot on your plate…yeah no kidding.
sukuna takes one slow sip of his drink, stepping up as the mic easily passes over to him, and he doesn’t spare a single glance at the women as he looks at the crowd in disinterest.
“let’s get this straight,” he says, voice flat, bored, cutting through the room like a blade. “the original list was ranking sororities from most fun to work with all the way down to…” he pauses, still not looking at her, “….the most unbearable group of people on this campus.”
a few snickers break out.
“and guess who was dead fuckin’ last? kappa phi pearl. not because of looks. not because of drama. but because interacting with them is the biggest fucking migraine ever,” he rolls his shoulders back. “the rest of the categories were fucked up, yeah. and for that we’re sorry.”
another beat.
“but everything else? no.”
the crowd is dead silent for less than a second, but the moment sukuna passes the mic back, they’re breaking into loud cheers and laughs. gojo is cackling, jumping off the platform to throw an arm around sukuna while the crowd swallows up any other words from the kpp president.
“never fuck a sorority president again, I was so close to blowing up,” gojo grumbles.
the tension is still knotted in sukuna’s shoulder, “yeah.”
geto is able to salvage the mixed emotions by getting the dj back up, and opening up the pool for people, while sukuna grabs his friend sweets. opting to stick with his beer as the white haired idiot, gobbles up packs of fun dip.
though it was originally intended to be a small mixer, it seemed sukuna sparked a light in the crowd after his apathetic responses.
so while the the frat kicked into high gear, you and utahime are just stepping in, dodging a few annoying guys huddled by the door.
“I thought this was supposed to be a small thing?” utahime asks, arm looped around yours.
“that’s what he said,” you lead the way further into the frat, avoiding more obnoxious men, before utahime stops in her tracks. “what?”
you turn your head, following her line of sight to spot her semester long crush, yuno. her eyes turn back to you, big and pleading as she hugs you tighter, the silent ask making you exhale, head falling back. “fine, go whatever,” you shoo teasingly.
“don’t be mad!” she coos, kissing your cheek dramatically as you shove her away, making her laugh loudly.
either way, it made you spot a certain idiot who’s jumping up and down by the dj, and waving at you. maybe stopping here wasn’t the best idea. your lips curled after being bumped by another dancing couple, your headache pounding as you continue to replay your meeting from this morning.
your throat felt dry as you try to swallow, thumb pressing into the middle of your forehead when another girl bumps into, apologizing before pushing through.
your name was being chanted by a certain president, elevating the state of distress your mind is at, so you only had one option.
“i didn’t know you’d be coming!” he throws his arms open dramatically, just for your hand to come and slap the side of his head. it wasn’t hard, it was more playful than anything, similar to the way geto slaps his head when he does something stupid.
“make it nice and hard you said?” you repeat his words from this morning.
“like on my ass,” gojo pouts, making you scoff and slap his head again, just for him to grab your wrist after laughing. “what can’t give the ol’ president a spanking.”
you tsk, rolling your eyes. “I thought this was supposed to be something small,” you say, looking over the crowd as gojo drops your wrist, throwing an arm around your shoulder instead.
“it is small, no one’s puked in the pool, and no fights have started, yet,” he explains, making you nod your head sarcastically.
“yeah, sure. is shoko here?”
after arriving, gojo finally settles on the outdoor benches with you, shoko, nanami, and geto. nanami wasn’t a member of any frat, he’d quit after his freshmen year after realizing he hates greek life. but his high school friends still tied him down, which is why he finds himself hanging around them too often than he’d like to admit.
“wait you guys saw the apology?” gojo shrieks, he’s gotten more sober since the start of the night after nanami came. the blonde unconsciously watching over his senior.
shoko snickers, “yeah a bunch of mutuals posted it on their stories. pretty sure i saw it from five different angles.”
“who wrote the speech?” you ask, laughing along with your friends, ignoring the fact that’s it’s almost been a full hour since you’ve arrived and you haven’t had a glimpse of the man that’s supposed to be taking your stress away.
“pearl’s president,” gojo seethes.
“the sorority?” you clarify.
geto hums, “wrote the speech and forced us to say it—“
“forced ME to say it!” gojo corrects.
you and shoko chuckle. “yeah, whatever. we didn’t even do all that shit.”
“you guys made the list first, so you do have some responsibility,” you say making the frat men roll their eyes.
shoko shakes her head, “you guys are idiots, so you should’ve known some other guys would twist a list like that up.”
“well we didn’t, that’s why we’re here,” gojo huffs, slouching back with an big fat eye roll. you and shoko shrug in defeat. “at least we’re over it.”
geto nods sipping from his drink, “pretty sure sukuna made everyone agree with him after what he’d said.”
nanami snorts, finding what happened when he’d arrived, quite amusing.
“what happened?” shoko asks, not having seen the other video of sukuna.
“he tore into the sorority. it was brutal, but sooo good,” gojo gushes, “yorozu started tearing up, and the veins on her big ass forehead looked like they were gonna pop!”
you cover your mouth, trying not to laugh, because everyone’s heard of this girl. albeit, you’ve never met her, you’ve just heard different stories from different people, but it always came down to her being a snobby nepo baby, almost the girl version of gojo, but she’s cruel and twisted.
“everyone knows she was giving us a shit time and ruined our reputation because sukuna hates her,” gojo continues rambling. unaware how the more he reveals, the weirder your chest begins to feel. “don’t know if he slept with her twice over the summer and like once in the fall, but when he stopped, she went berserk. was spreading crazy rumors about him, i think she also said she was pregnant once and he went fucking insane when he found out she was lying. either way, he hates her guts and she’s a fucking crazy psycho stalker that’s obsessed with him and ruining our frat.”
shoko is the only one that notices how quiet you’ve gotten, silently listening to everything gojo is saying, brows pinched in concern.
“they haven’t slept together since though?” shoko interrupts gojo’s gossip.
all three men laugh, “fuck no!” gojo cackles. “pretty sure sukuna would throw up if the girl even brushed his shoulder.”
shoko notices the way your lips part, a subtle sigh of relief escaping. “let’s grab more drinks,” she says.
“get me some sweets from the cabinet!” gojo calls.
the kitchen is loud, too many bodies crammed into one space, the air humid with spilled beer and hot bodies. shoko squeezes your wrist and pulls you toward the counter.
“have you seen him since you came,” she asks, already rummaging through the half-melted ice bucket.
you reach for a cup, “nope, he’s probably sleeping somewhere. dude barely got any sleep last night.” you answer, not realizing how weirdly intimate that sounds.
shoko pours you both sodas, neither of you in the mood to drink when you’ll probably be studying after this. “you guys started this deal like two months ago right?”
you hum, taking a sip as you lean against the counter.
“that’s long.”
“it’s convenient,” you say, pressing the cold cup to your cheek.
“i guess,” shoko scans your features, brows pinched in concern. “how’d your meeting go?”
your heart skips a beat, “yeah…it was—“
however, you’re cut off by the sudden noise from the living room, shrieks and laughter boom through the house as someone yells spin it again! it was the kind of chaotic cheering that only means one thing.
a game.
you and shoko try to ignore the commotion, but curiosity gets the best of you and you glance over—just for a second— and your whole stomach drops.
the sorority president, the same one that gojo claims sukuna hates with every fiber of his being, has both her manicured hands fisted in sukuna’s shirt, and lips smashed against his in a deep, messy kiss while the entire circle hoots and screams.
and he isn’t pulling her off. not immediately. not enough for it to mean anything.
but something cold slides down the center of your chest, sharp enough to make you freeze in place.
shoko follows your line of sight and mutters something under her breath, but it barely registers over the sudden, nauseating twist inside you. god this is so cringe, your immediate thought is.
but the way your stomach turns makes you hate yourself a little. it feels like someone wrung your insides out and left everything hollow.
you grip the edge of the counter until your fingers ache, your face remains neutral even as your pulse stutters painfully in your throat. that awful sinking feeling crawls up your ribs, disgust, and something too close to jealousy for comfort.
shoko nudges you gently.
“you good?”
you force out a casual shrug, one that perfectly describes everything you’re feeling in the moment.
“yeah,” you snort over your cup, swallowing the tightness in your chest, before turning back to face shoko. “let’s go back outside, i can barely breathe in here.”
shoko bites back a comment about what you’d both seen, the disgust and anger bubbling inside her as she shoots sukuna a glare, not bothering to notice the way his hand finally comes up, pushing the girl off his mouth.
it doesn’t matter.
it shouldn’t matter.
your mind scrambles for reasons to justify your feelings, heart thumping erratically and chest warming with embarrassing, but you can’t come up with a single reason.
you take a seat back on the benches, your friends still laughing as shoko glances at you, noticing utahime coming up to join you guys now. your throat feels tight as you rub your chest.
kissing other people wasn’t a condition….you just wouldn’t do something like that.
i guess that can’t be said for everyone.
a/n: I say this every time, but thank u guys for being so patient w me!! I’ve just been swamped w things, but hopefully next chp won’t take as long (I say that everytime too) — but I’ll try and release the holiday special part before the end of the year!!!
just fyi, fanfic culture is dying because people from tik tok (and most likely people who shouldn’t be on tumblr reading smut anyway) leave hate comments, harrass the writers, people call anyone writing fanfic that’s slightly dark rape apologists and pedophiles, people that enjoy the fics don’t comment, there’s no actual engagement…why would anyone want to write anything?
people write fanfic because it’s fun and they want to share it. tumblr community used to be a place where people would come in your inbox and talk about fic, your favorite characters. now you publish something with rough sex and people start calling you the most horrific names in existence.
at the same time, there are parts of tumblr that are getting so dark it scares me to even be on this website.
i just wanna have a pink page and talk about calling my fave fictional men daddy 😭 i’m in my twenties. i have a busy busy life. this is supposed to be a fun escape. content for adults by adults featuring adults.
˖ ࣪૮₍ 𝓖.𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𓂃 ⭒ as your rich ex who fucks you in the back of his car after seeing you at a party
he grabbed you by the panties. under your skimpy party dress. 'cause gojo satoru has always been rude like that.
the garter tore. you shouted at him. red faced and stutter mouthed. you hated him— you claimed. hated him, hated him, hated him, but fuck.
you loved his cock.
“what's the matter sweet thing?” he grinned with sharp eyes staring over shades probably worth your year's salary. in the back of his car with leather seats stitched in daddy's money.
your dress is shoved above your hips. your wet thighs shook. every tremble whispered his name as his red, angry tip wedged on your slit and nudged torn panties. your cum smeared all over your fluttering folds.
“been too long without a proper dick?” he's plunging in again. wresting you by the back of the hair and forcing your quivering body into an arch.
“fuck—” you croaked, clawing at the leather. “hate— I-I hate y— ah!”
teary eyes looped into the back of your head as he smacked forward. hot and merciless. stuffing you to the brim and straining your poor, spluttering pussy. the burn was so sweet. so familiar. his tip smooched your cervix like a lewd: miss me baby?
“oh yeah, fuuckkkk,” he barked a breathly laugh. one large hand shoved onto the steamy window as the other braced the back of your neck. he dragged his cock into a filthy grind on the tight, spasming ring of muscle. “can tell baby. pretty pussy's tellin' on ya. listen to her. crying all over me.”
how you wished to slap that arrogant smirk off his frustratingly handsome face. instead your hands clawed as he took on a ruthless hump. fucking you full of him and splattering your shared mess all over the seats.
your pussy clenched. squeezing around your ex's veiny cock as if begging him to stay. to never leave again. and with the way his balls were smacking on your abused cunt? you didn't think he would.
“satoru—”
shmack!
your clit throbbed at the sting of his hand.
“huh? who's that baby? not the guy splittin' this slutty pussy open that's f'sure.”
you limped into an arch as he withdrew to the tip and rammed forward. once. twice. again and again until your toes curled. stringing your slick everywhere. wet lips fell open in a whorish whine. “toru— torrruuu fuck. toru!”
“there she is.”
his groan rumbled as he bunched your thigh, squeezed hard and yanked you back onto his suffocating cock. “there's my girl. where'd she go huh? runnin' round all these parties tryna get her lil' cunt stuffed the way it deserves?”
heat surged through your nerves. coiled in your tummy and spilled from your gasping mouth as satoru hunched over. thrusts turned near-frantic as he fucked you as if every wet squelch! was a lesson.
“forgot whose girl she used to be huh? fuck— poor baby. your new boy toys can't give it to ya like this yeah?”
your jaw's snatched as he dragged at a different angle. deep and filthy until tears pricked on your lashes. your head met the seat with a rough shove. the leverage combined with his rage surged into pounding hips and a ramming cock that had you drooling. spraying your wetness all over.
“do they baby? do they fuck this tight cunt like this? like how I did?” another smack to your poor clit. “tell me— fucking, mngh, tell me.”
long, rough fingers squeezed at your face, squishing it between the gaps as he jerked your gaze to him. his hair's fallen over his wide, blow out eyes. mouth pulled in a sneer. jaw set tight as he fucked another hateful orgasm out of your spluttering cunt.
“toru— oh god,” and oh, you shattered. “no baby, no, no one— hngh, n-no one can, never—”
“never?”
he huffed a laugh in your face. his cock drilled deep. slamming full and grinding on your cervix again until you sobbed.
“funny. cause I'm still left with nothing. but. my fuckin' hand—” he grit, thumb harassing your clit. your eyes rolled back.
he grinned, angrily. “and pictures of you. those pretty little voice notes you sent every night. and the last ones you left— calling me a selfish bastard. arrogant prick. does this dick feel arrogant to you baby? huh?”
slam!
“the perfume you left behind. your pillow. that dress you forgot.”
your eyes cloudy with tears couldn't make out his. blurs of white and blue and seething grins was all your vision could muster as he fucked you through your second— third— fourth orgasm. all over his seats. messy, and nasty and oh so his.
“but that's fine. . .” his laugh bordered crazed. your ear fell victim to his biting teeth as his thrusts lost rhythm. frantic and feral like his groans and pitched whines.
“cause for now this sweet pussy's all mine again,” was he drooling?
“and I think. . . 'm gonna remind her how much she lovveedd drippin' with my cum.”
➷ GIRLS KEEP EYEING SUKUNA’S FAT BULGE AT THE GYM AND YOU START TO NOTICE [FWB]
[ TAGS ] — 18+. mdni. nsfw. filth. ráw. fwb. JEALOUSY. scent kink. reader is VERY territorial. sukuna’s noticeable bulge during bench presses. creampie. sukuna’s a munch. cockworship. sukuna’s dark happy trail ❤︎. sweat. spitting. dacryphilia. oral f+m!receiving. sukuna cums a lot.
most weeks as a pre-med student is filled with studying. more studying. crying. studying. sex. classes. and then more studying. and in this crappy schedule, you somehow manage to squeeze about an hour at night, a few days a week, to go to the gym.
it was a way to blow of some steam. daydream about the life you’d have if you weren’t a pre-med student, and actually enjoyed your life.
unfortunately, the university gym around seven pm is pure hell. every student crowding and flooding the three story building, just as the sun sets, and now you’re desperately trying not to loose your cool as you wait for three girls to stop yapping and finally get off the fucking smith machine — especially considering there’s a whole line waiting.
“no, I swear! he was so hot—i just saw—there! oh my god, that’s him! I feel like I’ve seen him before right?”
“woah, he’s huge.” the three girls try not to squeal too loud, your eyes narrow in irritation, jaw tensing as the third girl gawks shamelessly.
annoyed to no end, your head turns lazily, curious to know why they’re literally gossiping and giggling like annoying high schoolers while a line forms for them to finish their sets.
only to be presented by a very familiar set of salmon hair that was between your legs just this morning.
“wai—ngh ryo —fuck—slow down,” you squeal, hips bucking up as he sucks your clit, tonguing your folds, and rubbing his face between your legs with obscene smacking sounds leaving his lips as groaning deeply.
you’re laid out on his bed, legs forced apart by his strong hands, lavishing your pussy with his skilled tongue, flicking your clit again with rough strokes before running his flat tongue over the bundle of nerves over and over. a pitched moan escapes your lips, squirming underneath him as he groans against your cunt again.
his eyes briefly glance up, chuckling lowly at the sight of your eyes filling up already.
“cum on my face,” he grunts, pulling away to spit on your pussy, licking the mess off his lips before delving for more. your manicured nails dig into his scalp, tugging on his pretty roots making him audibly choke, rutting into the mattress. as you shove his face deeper, gasps and broken squeals leaving your throat as he slurps your pussy.
“fuh—ah so good, ngh haah—ryo—“ your whines get louder, legs spreading more shamelessly, allowing him to bury his face deeper, jaw opening wider shoving his tongue inside you, and groaning at the taste of your syrupy sweet slick coating his tastebuds. he turns his face, rubbing his nose against your clit, eating you out, with so much energy.
the low groan that rumbles through his chest travels straight to your cunt, the coil in your stomach snapping as you come undone.
your legs tremble, trying to close around him, but his hands keep you open. another groan escaping as he sits up, eyeing the mess before spitting again, grabbing ahold of his leaking cock, tip flushed and twitching, veins protruding around the monstrous length as he slaps it over your mess. biting back another groan as the clear drips of cum ooze out of his slit.
“god, this pussy’s so dirty,” he chuckles, rubbing his girth through your slick folds spitting again.
you whine again, doe-y eyes unable to tear away from how hot he looks over you. his chiseled chest flushed and sweaty, heaving with each breath. his crimson eyes hooded with lust, cheeks pink, and face completely covered in your mess, licking his lips again as if your juices wasn’t coating his nose cheeks and chin.
his jaw clenches again, biting another groan before pushing his engorged tip into your tight entrance, watching your walls immediately suck him in, stretching around the intrusive meat. “fuckk—“
“ryo,” you cry, back arching off the bed, squirming as he pins you to the mattress. hands interlacing with yours as he pulls his hips back, shoving his entire length in with one sharp thrust. your cry pierces the air, tears falling on impact.
the unhinged chuckle fills your ear, vision blurry as he thrusts again, full length dragging out then shoving it back in with strangled groans. tip hitting your cervix each time. “you get me so hard when y’cry, woman. y’know that right?” he groans, watching your eyes fill with more tears, lips agape in pleasure as drool drips from your pretty mouth.
“m’ not crying—ryo!” you tremble, each thrust harder than before, unable to control your eyes from swelling up, hands squeezing his as he keeps them pinned beside your head, rough palms dwarfing yours, fingers interlaced.
his jaw clenches, watching you unravel beneath him. body so small compared to his, cock twitching erratically at the sight of his obnoxiously thick cock, wrecking you to tears.
“c’moon… you cry just as much as this pussy does. squeezin’ my dick like it’s gonna pop—fuck—ngh yeah, jus’ like that…. keep cryin’ baby….mmm y’r my good girl—haah, yeah?” his grunts get louder, thighs slapping against your ass as he stretches you full, tummy bulging, and pussy clenching.
“yeaah,” you whine, drool sliding down your cheek just for his tongue to lap it up, shoving it back into your mouth, kissing you roughly. your arousal hitting your tastebuds mixing together with the familiar taste of his spit.
“you’re so hot, always a good—ngh shit,” he groans, muscles straining as he tightens his abs, using his balance to pick up the pace, the lewd claps of his thighs hitting your ass with every thrust, squelching of your pussy filling the room. the wet sloshing burning your cheeks as he thrusts his thick cock in.
“ryo m’ close..m close ah wanna cum—“ you babble, panting against each other, hot breaths mixing, back arching up, leg firmly locked around his fit torso. you blink away the tears to see his flushed expression, grunting as he gets you both closer.
“ngh fuck…gonna cum together?” he pants, “fuck we haven’t cum together in awhile,” he’s babbling, brain foggy as he chases the incoming orgasm, working himself up faster just by your face scrunching in pleasure, jaw falling slack as you hiccup more moans. “you’re so hot—gonna get me to fill this pussy with my cum….y’want it?”
“yes, pleasee ryo!” your perky breasts press up, desperate, body heating up at the thought of cumming together.
he chuckles, grunting sharply, “such good manners baby…… mmm y’need—ngh fuck, ‘m close..shit…” his words break, jaw going slack, pressing his forehead against your cheek as he grunts loud and animalistic, thrusts sharp and calculated, bed hitting the wall, senses dilating on your sweet gasps and warmth.
“ryo!” you cry, unable to hold off, clenching up as the coil snaps.
“fuck!” his final thrust hits you deep, tip bruising your cervix as his balls clench up, dumping his heavy load inside, spraying your gummy walls with thick white ropes. “shit,” he unlaces your hands, palm pressing into your lower back, arching you up, cock sliding deeper, “shit, atta girl,” he grunts.
your arms are numb, lazily holding his shoulder, brushing his nape as he thrusts a few more times, pumping more cum into your warm cunt, jaw tightening once you whine. milking every drop, until his slouching against the mattress, hugging you close, panting against your cheek.
“fuck,” he sighs, rolling to his side, keeping you close, hand sliding to your ass squeezing the flesh, getting one last feel of his cock buried in that mess, before slowly pulling out. “i came a lot,” he grumbles, keeping his cock resting between your legs, hugging you close, rocking his hips up.
he’s like a fucking animal, both of you flinching at the contact, his abs tightening at his over sensitive cock brushes your wet folds, his thick cum oozing out.
“yeah, and i have lab in an hour,” you groan, head falling back, eyes closing at the thought.
“y’ need help cleaning yourself up?” he snorts, earning a disgruntled huff from you as you sit up. his arm falling to your lap, eyes dazed as they stare up at you. the morning sun shined through his shitty blinds, illuminating an aura around your hair. the soft glow of your skin had him mesmerized, hand brushing your waist firmly grasping the flesh possessively. “jus’ spread your legs, wanna get a picture.”
you flush, pushing his hand away as you slide of the bed, “i need to shower, and you should too since you also have class.”
“yeah, but I don’t needa spend hours cleaning cum outta my pussy like some people.”
“shut up,” you wave.
“just keep it inside, will make ya warm when you’re sitting in that freezing ass lab—“
you slam the bathroom door behind you.
the memory resurfaces so easily. along with his hand on your lower back when you both grabbed coffee in the morning. eventually splitting off to go your separate ways.
your jaw tightens as you watch the stacked man, still dressed in the loose black graphic tee from this morning, but with black sweats instead of his ripped jeans, his hair is pushed back from the sweat, headphones on, and face pulled into his permanent grumpy scowl. his biceps bulge as he carries two 45 pound weights pushing them into the barbell for his bench press. unaware that most of the women in the gym were shamelessly eye fucking him.
the girls squeal beside you, blushing profusely. as a few others beside the mirrors oogle the notorious frat boy and athlete. all of them unashamed, as they check him out.
and your blood pressure doesn’t spike until sukuna is laying down on the bench, big palms grasping the barbell, hips locking as he pushes it up, and begins his reps. and every single woman’s eyes nearly pop, including yourself, as they fall down to his lap, gawking at the casually fat bulge pushing up his sweats.
you see red.
your feet pull you away before you can think. fingers grasping the zipper of your gym jacket, unzipping it to reveal the black sports bra underneath, shrugging the material off. and you’re lucky the man is unbelievably strong, or he would’ve dropped the barbell right on his chest when you threw the jacket on his lap in surprise.
“shit!” he barks angrily, dropping the barbell back aggressively on the rack, lurching up, headphone ripping off—then his eyes meet yours. your name slips his lips easily, swears dying on his tongue as his gaze falls to your chest, checking you out.
“I thought you work-out in the mornings, after practice?” you state, arms crossed, putting all your energy into sounding casual and not at all worked up, knowing half the women in the gym were staring now.
he smirks, poking his cheek to control the dirty thoughts swarming his mind. the yoga pants hugging your hips so well, sports bra pushing your breasts together, biting his lips. he smiles noticing the hickey poking out the very top of your bra, barely visible, but he knew it was there.
“didn’t have practice today, that’s why i took my time this this mornin’,” his shit eating grin is infectious. your lips part, rolling your eyes. “so you came over cuz y’missed me?”
“came over because I was curious, that’s alil,” your gaze falls to his lap seeing him try to remove the jacket you tossed.
“do you not have a spotter?” you glance around, trying to see someone strong enough to even compete with this frat boys insane strength. sukuna snorts, shaking his head.
“geto ditched me,” he huffs, memory clearly hitting a nerve, then eyeing you again. “how ‘bout you spot me.”
you snort loud, “funny.”
“m’ not expecting ya to carry the weight, just pull up a bit if I need it,” he adds, holding your jacket to toss it on the ground beside his own shit. your eyes bulge, snatching his wrist.
“don’t.” your jaw clenches, mind racking through excuses before sputtering, “it’s expensive, and I don’t want it on the ground.”
sukuna quirks a brow, unconvinced, “this looks like some shit from walmart.”
“well it’s not. it’s new, and it’s gymshark,” you huff.
“seriously?” he deadpans, you’re not that high-maintenanced.
“yeah….I just don’t want my stuff on the ground, okay?” you finally huff, frown clearly making him hesitate. eyeing you once more, before sighing, keeping the jacket on his lap, and falling back on the bench.
“such a whiney crybaby,” he grumbles, meeting your glare with his own, smirk playing on his lips.
you hover behind him, hands ghosting under the center of the barbell, watching him grab hold before pushing up and starting his reps. the sleeves of his t-shirt fall further back, exposing his entire bicep, tattoos and veins on display, thick fingers locked around the barbell, and grunts leaving his mouth with each push up.
you’re counting softly, curious to see how many he can do, cheeks heating up every time he makes eye contact with you. and after fourteen reps he drops the barbell.
“grab two more forty-fives,” he tells you, turning to grab another two to slip on his side.
“forty-five?” you repeat, eyes widening as you look at the weights already stacked on.
he smirks, nodding, “yeah, that was just a warm up.”
your face floods red, opting for a hum as you scramble to grab the weights. just carrying those two was practically impossible without using your legs to lift them up. you wobble over to his bench, slipping each weight in and locking them in. you swallow thickly, hovering your hands again. there’s no way in hell you’d be able to save him if this amount dropped. you couldn’t even do his warmup…
“you’re actin like you’re carrying this shit,” he jokes.
you frown meeting his eye, “I just think someone else should be spotting you.”
“like one of those girls?”
your body stills, muscles tense. a smirk pulls at his lips, chuckling. “were they staring at my dick?”
“no. I don’t know,” you sputter, clicking your tongue in annoyance, rolling your eyes. “just do your sets.”
he doesn’t push, well not yet. instead he’s pumping out four sets of eight, cheeks flushed and brows scrunched everytime he gets to the last one. your own chest heats up every time he chugs another few ounces of water between his sets, letting it drip down his chin before wiping it with the hem of his shirt, flashing the entire gym his sweaty tattooed abs.
“can you just drink water normally,” you grumble, his eyes flick up to you, racking over your figure once more.
“and how the fuck am I drinking?”
“like a toddler, making me a mess everywhere,” you huff, biceps flexing subtly, arms crossed when you notice a few girls still oogling sukuna. unaware how obvious you’re frowning at them, and sukuna catches it easiy. his own brow rising in amusement.
his hand brushes your waist, pulling you to stand between his legs, caressing your bare torso, touching the moles that he kissed this morning. “you’re pretty funny,” he teases, canines peaking as he stares up at you with lidded eyes.
your brows crease, holding his biceps suspiciously, “what’re you talking about? you told me to spot you.”
sukuna shakes his head, brushing it off since it’s too amusing for you to realize what he’s talking about this early, “you wanna bench now?”
“I’m hitting legs today, was jus’ waiting for the smith machine,” you grumble, glancing over to see that the line has gotten shorter.
sukuna tsks, “you always hit legs,” his hands travel down your hips, clearly wanting to grab a handful of your ass. “or we can do some cardio,” his expression settles on your chest again.
“you’re—finish your workout please,” you push his hands off, stepping away, and ignoring how quick your heart is racing. “and keep my jacket with you.”
unfortunately, neither of you are able to focus on your workouts after finding out the other is in the gym. and it gets worse when sukuna finishes a set of lat pulldowns, and overhears a few men talking beside him and the second his eyes flick, catching their line of vision —everything turns red.
of course it’s you.
your hot self leaning forward on the cable machine doing cable kick backs, ass on display for every single horny ass man.
“go ask for her number,” one guy urges the other, both staring at your ass. “she’s so your type!”
and you’re completely unaware of the other men staring, music blasting through your headphones, and skin glistening from the sweat as you focus on your count. breathing out of sync pushing yourself to do a few more until failure.
“what the fuck—“ you flinch back, feeling a hand on your lower back, weight dropping in surprise, head whipping up ready to yell.
“easy,” sukuna scowls, eyes dark ad he checks you out. your pretty chest is heaving, pushing your tits up even more, and unfortunately, he’s not the only one soaking it in, his hand travels lower, “here’s your jacket.”
your brows furrow as you glance at his hand. “I don’t want it on the ground,” you tsk, clearly you only had your water bottle with you, unlike sukuna who was lunging around his duffle.
“no,” his jaw locks, “put it on.”
you snort, “why?”
“because every guy is eye fucking you right now and it’s fucking distracting me,” the truth slips out easily, eyes raging as he glares daggers at passing men still having the nerve to check you out.
you whistle, “chill…maybe they’re just checking you out.”
“shut the fuck up,” he tsks, hands coming up and shaking your jacket over your shoulders. “c’mon put it on.”
“no, keep it,” you push it to his chest.
now you’re in a glaring match, neither of you letting it go, so sukuna storms off back to his seat. leg bouncing as he watches you from across the cable machines. jaw tense every time a man looks like he’s about to approach you. your jacket sitting on his lap, until he’s stuffing it in his duffle and moving to the next workout. and everything from this point on was for the sole purpose of getting your attention again.
wiping the sweat with the hem of his shirt, fixing his bulge between sets, running a hand through his hair, flexing his arms biceps in the mirror, and all that to get every single woman to start gushing again, and having you wait on another fucking line and noticing the reason.
“we’re done,” is the last thing you say, aggressively tugging the man’s shirt getting him to his feet in seconds, shit eating smirk on his face as he holds your lower back, letting you lead the way through the crowded gym. your scowl so deep every woman that caught sight of sukuna was easily falling back by your sharp eyes, half the time you weren’t even looking at them, eyes dead straight, but the way you split the gym with how quickly you were storming out with the large man right at your heels was beyond intimidating.
sukuna wasn’t as kind. his blood soaked eyes caught every single leering man’s glance your way. halting each of them in their place with his piercing glare, slicing their egos in two.
up until you were ordering him to wait right where he was, reappearing from the locker room with your things, leading the way out of the gym. his hand returning to your lower back to subtly guide you.
both your bags hit the ground, back pressed against the concrete wall of the gym building, his hand already under your sports bra, groping your breast, as the other held your ass, keeping you pressed against his bulge.
“you did that on purpose,” you huff, arms wrapped around his shoulder, biting his lower lip. blood still pumping through your veins from the workout, and the ugly jealousy you weren’t ready to fully voice. instead your tongues twist in a messy kiss, spit exchanged lewdly, lapping at his bottom lip as you tug his hair. he exerts zero effort to pick you up, keeping you slammed into the wall, legs locked around his torso as he ruts his bulge between your legs.
“what? the workout?”
you tsk, tugging his hair back with anger filled eyes, emotions clouding your judgement before pulling him back to your lips. you try desperately to dominate the kiss, even if the man was twice your size, your confidence was just as big.
even if he was pushing your bra over your tits, pinching your nipples roughly. a sharp whine echoes the quiet alley. an administrative office building right beside the gym, definitely empty at this hour. but neither of you, well sukuna at least, didn’t stop to think of the gym goers who could pass by the alley and notice you. not when he’s biting your bottom lip, sure as hell not letting you dominate him when every guys was checking you out.
“you always dress like this at the gym?” he spits, humping your clothed pussy, the yoga pants not at all satisfying you compared to his loose sweats. “showing y’r ass and tits to everyone.”
“sometimes i go with shorts,” you push, “at least my dick wasn’t swinging around.”
he chuckles, jaw tight as he kisses your lips, laughing again remembering your furious expression, “you could’ve just sat on my lap, would’ve kept ‘em all away.”
“then I’d probably start humping you,” the words tumble out of your mouth before you can stop them, sukuna chokes.
“fuck, you’re dirty,” he groans loud, mouth opening with yours, tongues mixing again, stroking under his tongue, his hips rutting pathetically, heat pooling between your legs as you moan. “would’ve let you too,” he admits, “show ‘em all how slutty you are,” he groans.
you whine, nails digging into his neck, fuck you both were so wound up from your respective days, stress clawing at both your minds that you’re unable to rip away from each other, especially with his cock aching so badly.
“wanna fuck you here,” he groans into your mouth, fingers digging into your waistband.
you shake your head, “no.”
his head falls to your shoulder dropping you on the ground, pressing his forearm against the wall, jaw clenched, “fuck, can’t walk around with this, woman,” he grabs your hand, pressing it over his raging bulge. “ngh fuck,” he ruts into your small palm, caging you against the wall, cheeks flushed.
you lick your lips, slipping your hand into his waistband. “shit, woman.” he flinches instinctively once your small hand wraps around his thick base, mouth salivating as you bring your hand back up spitting and pushing it back to stroke his painful cock.
sukuna is a goner. keeping himself pressed unbelievably close to you, shielding you as you jerk his chubby cock in his boxers, his hand fixing your bra to cover your tits, cupping your face to tilt your head up.
“fuck you’re so good,” his pupils dilate, expression beyond lewd as you squeeze his tip, his abs clenching, dipping his head down. “ngh shit, your hands…fuck,” he leans down again, nosing your temple, inhaling your natural scent mixed with sweat. “lemme cum in your mouth,” he chokes, biting his tongue to prevent the pathetic moan from slipping out.
but you shake your head again, eyes glancing down the alley, cheeks flushed and nervous as you see a few people exiting the gym and passing the alley.
“cum in my hand,” you state, squeezing his tip, thumb roughly rubbing the slit nail digging in making him jerk, body shaking, and swearing deeply.
“fuck!” he groans into your neck, cock twitching violently before thick spurts shoot from his tip. you drool at the sight, eyeing the small space you created with your hand down his pants, watching his cum splatter everywhere.
“fuckk,” he groans, abs clenching as you squeeze his tip again, hand snatching your wrist pulling it out.
luckily, neither of you run into anyone on your quick trip to his frat. beelining past the gathering gojo threw to start beef with the guys from the other frat, a few of the men glancing at sukuna leading you upstairs, something that sukuna did not want any part in…well at least for a couple hours.
especially when you’re naked between his legs, perky tits brushing his chest, as you kiss down his perfectly carved abs. unbothered by his sweat as you reach further down. cheeks flushing at the dried cum splattered all over his coarse pubes and cock, tip oozing clear pearls of cum from your teasing.
his head falls back in pleasure, letting you worship his chubby cock, kissing his thick treasure trail, tickling your face as your hand cups his heavy cum filled balls, nosing his base like a fucking kitten. “shit, woman,” he groans, jaw clenching.
and lucky for him, your pussy is leaking like a damn faucet, so desperate for his cock, your glossy lips take no time before suckling his tip like a baby. your throaty and pathetic whine has him biting a groan.
“sucking my cock like a fuckin’ desperate slut,” he groans, brushing your hair back, eyeing your lidded gaze as you swallow more of his thick length, his tip reaching the back of your throat, your fingers brushing his pubes and jerking his base.
it was hypnotizing watching you swallow and bob your head, then pulling off to kiss and spit messily down his engorged mushroom tip. tonguing his slit, before flattening your tongue over his tip, slapping his cock over it making his head fall back, throat bobbing. “dirty fuckin’ girl,” he groans.
you hum, cockdrunk, even if he still hasn’t shoved himself inside you. the only thing on your mind was this burly man’s dick. the way he was soft, but his bulge was so prominent in the gym should be illegal. your emotions swirling again at the memory of those women staring at it, definitely imagining how big he is, especially when you’re seeing him flushed and grunting as he works out.
he’s not your boyfriend, there was absolutely no reason what so far to be jealous of your fuck buddy.
and yet, the thought of anyone else seeing him like this— your eyes gaze up watching his flushed chest heave, jaw tensing and eyes screwing shut in pleasure as you edge him closer to his release — you’d get into a fist fight.
of course, only because this deal is helping you get through this shitty semester, not for any other particular reason.
even when you’re swallowing his thick load, whining at the taste filling your mouth. you crawl up his large body, lips kissing his feverishly, as he’s still coming down from his high, out of breath. he chokes once you jerk his over sensitive cock from behind, lifting your hips up. your pupils blown at the sight of the man’s head falling back, deep groan rumbling through his body as you sink down on his length.
“fuck!” his hands fly to your waist. “fucking impatient!”
“you came twice already,” you whine, justifying yourself, already bouncing like a bunny in heat. mouth falling agape in seconds, drool sliding down your chin, already dumb. “wan’ you to cum inside me now.”
you were insane. that was a fact that he always comes back too when you’re pushing his limits and it only turns him on more. chest igniting as he flips you over in seconds, pulling his full length out and slamming it back in, just to watch the way your back arches off the mattress with a cry.
and he doesn’t stop his pace until you’re in tears, creaming around his obnoxiously fat cock, letting him spurt thick ropes inside your gummy walls. chest is heaving, flipping you into another position, and going again, until you’re a sobbing mess.
trembling against his sheets, tears staining your pretty cheeks, he licks your lips, chuckling as you pull his hair, panting agaisnt his lips, “you fuck way too good, ryo…it’s bad.”
he smirks, wider than he should, especially when his heart is tugging and his ears are flushing bright red, rubbing your waists and tits, “is that a compliment?”
“no.”
cute. you’re fucking adorable, he thinks, kissing you deeply.
more frat!kuna here
a/n: *gulp* ik I said I’d release the next chapter this weekend, but I’m still not done with it so please enjoy this part and I’ll do my best to finish the chapter this week! sorryyy XP (divider @/saradika-graphics)
LOOK AT GHOST!TOJI OH MY GAWDDDDD DON'T PLAY WITH MEEEE!!!!! literally humping my pillow from how hot and scrumptious he looks. I'm literally speechless, my pussy is drooling.
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