lamb

being fwb with frat!kuna triggers you more then you’d like to admit.

his actions, his reactions, his responses— his facial expressions all impact you thoroughly.

like now. at this frat party you’d only attended in hopes to catch a glimpse of him.

just to bless your ears with that bored, lazy deep voice that suddenly became an everyday necessity for you— regulating your nervous system without having the knowledge he even had that much of an impact on you.

just to. . . be in his presence. be close in contact, your manicured nails in his salmon colored hair.. his mesmerizing crimson low-lidded eyes to be focused on you. (only you) your smaller form curled in his lap after long days.

yet you aren’t the one in his presence in current time, instead your leaned over a marble counter top— the pout on your face evident, the sparkle in your eyes absent. the flutter in your eyes weak, glued stuck to him, he’s sat on that worn down couch with a girl.

not just any girl. you’ve seen her before, countless times at these kinds of parties. she’s part of a sorority you think, the way she’s confident in her contact with ryo- sukuna, only sorority girls have that confidence to be sat in a guys lap without the unnecessary squirming— the warm growing blush on her cheek absent, the way she isn’t giggling nonstop like you usually do.. she’s sat confidently. not curled up like you. not shy like you. not anything like you.

your manicured nail sneaks past your glossy plumped lips quicker then the way your eyes travel the same direction as sukunas hands travel up the sorority girls exposed back. his big veiny hand coming to an end as he settles on her lower back, just as your eyes settle on his face.

you’ve been in that same position with that same stare in your eyes and that same crumpled up expression in defeat for nearing an hour already. he hasn’t noticed you.

maybe you should leave. just as your eyes flicker down to the red solo cup still filled to the brim with a cheap beer gojo had offered as you walked in, he sees you.

your ryo sees you. is he yours?

your eyes meet, his expression changes. his jaw clenches, his eyes become more low then they already automatically are— his hand drops from her back. he’s up before you can even blink, all 6’4 of him being drawn to you like some magnet.

you shift before you can realize your feet are moving. the click of your kitten heels are the way sukuna is led directly towards you. and the way no matter how many people are in this enclosed space.. you stick out to him.

you aren’t drunk. your more sober then any one in the room— which is why your trying to find out why your nervous system is being triggered so deeply.

you feel it in the way you swallow, the way you blink and then your eyes grow heavy. filled to the brim with hot tears ready to spill at any given time.

you’d understand if you were drunk is why your being so sensitive, but you aren’t! stuck in your thoughts you don’t even know where your heading. the next thing you know you’ve made your way around the whole layout of whoever’s home this is, exploring hidden spaces that aren’t as crowded or as loud as the space you had just been in.

and sukunas been trailing behind you the whole marathon you’d practically done trying to get away from him, your facing your back to him. deserved, he thinks.

“done runnin?” that deep lazy, boredom evident in his tone of voice affects you like electricity. you feel a wave of anger rush through your chest.

“are you done playing house with whatever sorority girl that was easy enough for you to have her sitting in your lap for an hour?” you speak, quick to spin back to face him purely out of anger. he knows because you talk so quickly and so much more then usual when your emotions are vulnerable.

he chuckles, breathlessly— yet his expression stays the same. he thinks it’s amusing. amusing to have you, his favorite girl so upset the way you are.

“if anythin, your the one who i been running around playing house with.” he remarks, which isn’t a lie.

your lip continues to mindlessly quiver, specifically your bottom lip. trembling like your put out in the pouring rain.

he notices. of course he does. he noticed you before you’d even entered the house party. he watched you closely walk in, nervously pacing around the yard with shaky and sweaty hands to convince yourself to walk in with confidence.

his sweet shy girl. he chuckles again; unknowingly that he’d pushed you to far. before he can even spit out another teasing comment, hot tears are rushing down your face, your nervous system highly stimulated as you let out a broken sob slip past your lips.

his eyes widen— his hands find their way to your jaw, your cheeks stained with wet tears that interfere with your makeup base.

his big hands come around, your face sitting like a puzzle piece in his hand tightened around your cheeks.

“hey. hey. hey,” he begins, wiping the salty tears with his rough hands.

“uh-uh. why you cryin? hm? wanna tell me?” he continues, voice oddly low and soothing although you don’t want to acknowledge that fact.

you shake your head no, beginning to have your body physically reacting now, you begin to shiver as tears continue spill from your eyes that still are welled up with more tears threatening to fall.

he pulls you in now. wrapping his free hand around your waist, snaking the other around your back keeping you steady as he shushes you slowly.

“cus’ of that girl huh?” he says, once he’s silently comforted you with a constant rub of your lower back.

you nod, still recovering. he knows you don’t speak when your this emotional.

he tilts your face at a proportion where his crimson eyes are solely stuck on yours. those teary eyed fluttering eyes that maintain eye contact with his low majestic eyes.

“i didn’t mean to hurt you.” he speaks meaningfully.

you stare, still huffing.

“didn’t know you get this worked up. wouldn’t have even spoke a word to her if i knew your this sensitive.” he teases softly, less intimidating and less teasing.

“cos.. your my.. we have a rule.” you correct yourself.

he catches it, the slip of your tongue.

“i know mkay? didn’t forget brat. think i would’ve fucked up our agreement over some sorority chick?” he humors, your face pressed against his arm now.

“dunno. looked like it..” you mumble. bottom lip seeming to rest normally against your top again.

he laughs again, deep and loud.

you lightly bring a hand to his bicep, lightly slapping it.

“you knew i was staring at you. did it on purpose.” you huff, sitting up straight from your previous position- face slouched into his arm.

“felt your bratty lil glare. knew it was to much when i touched her lower back,” he says, fucking asshole!

you glare at him momentarily, nostrils flared.

“cmon. up, your sleepy already. can tell by that bratty ass attitude and you being a crybaby.” he states, not asks but telling you your sleepy.

you are, but you won’t tell him that. feeding his ego more then it already has been fed today by your unwavering gaze stuck on him with another girl.

you oblige, as he begins his long strides towards a nearby exit.

you don’t follow his steps, still standing there as you wait. he should know this protocol by now. he needs to hold your hand! guide you through the crowd.. like a friend should.

he quickly feels the absence of your smaller form pressed against his side, skipping back as he grabs your hand and wraps your soft fingers around his rough.

“so clingy hm?” he teases, pressing a kiss atop your head as he holds you while you two disappear into the night—