KISS, KISS ! ⚔︎ frat!kuna
ARE WE GONNA KEEP PLAYING EYE TAG OR ARE YOU GONNA HOLLA AT YA BOY?
18+ syn ⚔︎ you and frat!kuna get shipped together all the time because you’re both captains for your selected sports, or in sukunas case, president of a frat. a few looks won’t hurt, right? maybe even try to bag a baddie!!
ft. frat!bros gojo 𐔌 geto 𐔌 toji
HOW TO BAG A BADDIE #1: QUICK, ACT NORMAL !
“dude she totally wants you.”
“huh?” the brow-cocking statement from satoru came totally unprovoked. “do you seriously not see it man?!” he wraps his arm around his confused friends shoulder. “don’t tell me you haven’t been seen the way that cheer captain’s been eye-fucking you,” sukuna scoffs at the wink his friend gives him & swats his arm off.
“and she’s soo hot too.” satoru basically licks his lips at the image of you in his head.
seems like another one of his pointless attempts at setting up his dear friend who happens to be the president of a well-known frat house.
“fucker, everyone looks. why’s it gotta be her you tell me about?” satoru grins like he’s about to steal christmas. “well, for one—“
“and don’t just fucking say she’s hot.”
“what are you guys talking about?” thank goodness! satorus literal witness to the obliviousness of their president. suguru swallows in mental preparation & cocks his brow at the beaming face his friend gives him once he walked in.
“yo, sugu! doesn’t that hot cheer captain always glace at ryomen?”
“you mean when she came over to the last party we had?”
“yes, dude!” satoru basically cries in happiness, finally not seeming like he’s lost his marbles to their coral-haired friend who’s still eyeing them in confusion.
sukuna just sinks back into his bed & throws an arm over his eyes, already growing bored of the conversation.
“i know what she fucking looks like.” suguru sighs at his aggression & plops down on the bed next to him and satoru.
“why not throw another party? you can see for yourself.”
sukuna’s already half asleep before mumbling out, “do whatever you want.”
and so they did. satoru quickly jumping up and logging onto sukunas computer, opening a doc & listing their typical frat party preparations but adding another bullet point, “make sure they’re in a room alone.” he grins with mischief behind it as he highlights it & presses the white font, as if the bullet point had not been added.
sukuna’s bleary eyes barely pay attention to the group of frat brothers sitting next to him, which they take note of.
instead, he’s leaning back in his chair & manspreading, head thrown back in exhaustion from this weeks exams. completely missing the way your eyes trail to him, lips curling up almost in victory of finding him through the crowd of people.
“yo! she’s looking at him again!” satoru nudges suguru quickly to catch you once again glancing at their president, who’s of course, oblivious to the set of eyes trailing to the bulge of his biceps through the white t-shirt he decided to wear & down to the way his jeans clung to his cro—
“hey, are you even listening to me?” your head snaps to the frowning face of shoko & shoot her an apologetic look. “you’ve been staring at him this whole time.”
“ugh, i can barely go a day without someone saying we’d look good together. it’s getting me curious, i’m irritated.”
shoko throws a snicker at the sudden rant about your struggle of a frat president.
now it’s you who’s oblivious to the bleary eyes that bore into your frame, trailing to your hips that threaten shakira’s career, legs that anyone could drool over, & a facecard too dangerous to be let out into the wild.
hmph. he lets out a breathy sound through the smirk that paints his face. his hand comes to sneakily palm his crotch that complement the thoughts filling his mind about your body.
“he’s staring at me isn’t he?” your face matches the usual deadpan of shoko’s face as she nods her head at your hesitant question.
you grab her arm & make your way to the spacious kitchen, red cups littered on every surface, along with the heavily alcohol-induced drink filling the cups. you sit yourself on the counter & swing your legs, asking shoko how her medical exams went.
satoru doesn’t miss the way his peach-haired friends eyes trail to the sight of your laughing form. he perks up when he sees his friend stand up & walk away with his hands in his pockets, hearing a grumble from him that sounded like “going to my room.”
he looks back to the kitchen to find you left behind your friend shoko. is he following her? he can’t be..
suguru is caught off guard when his white-haired friend suddenly grabbed his arm & whisper shouted, “sugu! this is our chance to get them alone together!”
he’s still in slight shock as he’s dragged behind their president, walking heavily towards his room. they have to hold back giggles as he grumbles from the drunk people bumping into him.
they hide behind a wall as they see him close the door behind him, & there you were, as if perfectly aligned by fate, walking out the bathroom a few rooms away from the pink haired man & running into gojo and geto.
“hey y/n! shoko told me to tell you to meet her in the room down the hall.” satoru has to hold himself back as he brimming with anticipation of their meeting.
his smirk going unnoticed as you nod & strut towards the said room, also missing the way their eyes look you up & down & grin in agreement.
SATORU: “THEY’LL BE FINE… RIGHT?”
HOW TO BAG A BADDIE #2: COCKY BASTARD !
“if you wanna suck my cock just say that.”
what the hell is he doing in here?! you walk in expecting a, “heey y/n!” but you find the sleeping form of none other than a coral-haired, frat president.
your hand is clasped against your mouth to prevent any noises escaping & waking him up. you slowly tip toe backwards, the poor choice of your kitten heels slightly clicking against the floorboards as you turn around & slowly turn the no—
“fuck are you doing here?”
his eyebrows twitch up in confusion, the scowl on his face deepening just a bit once his eyes check you out for the nth time tonight, head propped up by his elbow.
“uh, maybe ask your friends. they told me shoko would fucking be in here, not some random frat guy.” there’s an equally annoyed tone in your words that matched his.
“random frat guy?” you swallow as he slowly gets up from his bed & walks towards you, smirking as you crossed your arms & balanced on one foot that made your hip pop out deliciously. “think i haven’t noticed you fucking staring?”
“what the fuck are you doing?! put me down-!”
“hey don’t ruin my perfect skin!”
your body is hauled over his shoulder, skirt riding up to show the bottom of the globes of your ass, prompting the slap from him.
you suddenly feel yourself drop onto his surprisingly soft bed, squinted eyes opening to see his ruby gaze peering down at you in such an unreadable expression.
“if you wanna suck my cock just say that.”
“what? why would i wanna suck a guys cock that’s been in multiple girls’ mouths?” he chuckles at your scrunched up face & sassy tone & grabs your chin.
“sure doesn’t seem like it with the way you like to fucking stare at it like you want it.”
fuck. pt.3 he’s seen that too?!
you try to play it off & scoff with an eye-roll, earning a low snicker from him.
“i don’t stuff my cock down any throat i see, im not like those shitheads.” the thought of them makes the scowl return to his face.
which slowly dissolves once he feels your fingers tangle in his typical frat-boy haircut.
“yeah? then why’d you tell me to just ask if i wanted to suck you off?” suddenly finding amusement in the conversation, you decide to play with him a little.
“‘cause you’re hot?” his lips curl up once again at your growing frown, picking up your suddenly silkiness.
his eyes trail down to the pout on your glossed lips. fuck, cheerleaders are something else.
“mmh—!” sukuna doesn’t realize he’s leaning in until his lips crash against yours, cherry flavored gloss leaving traces all over his tongue. easily the most delicious flavor that’s graced his tastebuds in forever.
“r-ryo—“ he grins against your lips once he hears that & pulls back, breaths mixing as the room suddenly heats up.
“so i’m not a random fucking guy, brat.”
he catches the way the pout he kissed off returns as he calls you out. “haah, shoko told me. everyone’s been telling me we’d look good together or some shit,” his eyebrows cocks in curiosity.
“i mean come on, me? with a frat gu—“
as much as he finds it amusing to watch your messed up, glossy lips smack against each other as you talk about how you’re practically too good to be with a frat guy, he just can’t help but wanna kiss you until your lips go swollen.
he pulls back with a breathy chuckle, “yeah? seems like your standards aren’t really that high, then. letting a frat guy fucking makeout with you right now.”
for once you’re actually speechless, the well-known, sassy & witty cheer captain envied by most.
“ugh, because you’re hot too. now shut up and kiss me.”
you both don’t waste a second before your tongues are colliding again, little moans escaping your throat as he licks the roof of your mouth.
his hands trail down the same hips he’s been eyeing since you’ve got here, slipping his hand through the hem & diving straight to your dripping cunt.
“a lot of talk for someone who said she wouldn’t fuck a frat guy, soaking my damn fingers.” he grumbles out a laugh at your eye roll.
“heey, y/n! where are you? i’ve been looking for you.
shoko, oh how i miss you right now..
your breath hitches as his fingers press down on your twitching clit & rub deep circles.
“i—im in the bathroom, i’m just touching up.. my makeup.” you throw a warning glare at sukuna who’s smirk only darkens.
“huuh? i’ll come to you.”
fuck. fuck. fuck. (pt. how many times?)
“ryo—!” your eyes shoot up to connect with his dark red eyes as his fingers work even crueler.
“slutty moans you got there, how many guys heard ‘em?”
“what are you- talking about? mm-!”
“i asked you how many fucking guys heard your slutty ass moans.” the sudden aggression makes your eyes go bleary, your fingers scratching the hair at his nape to pull him into you.
“wouldn’t you like to know,… weather boy.”
he sneers at your response, leaning down to rip your whore-ish skirt and pull you to the edge of the bed where he kneels. his palms are planted on the back of your knees to pin your legs apart, a grip all too rough which you take as him not wanting anything in the way of his meal. he gazes up at you with dark eyes & starts licking deep into your folds, his fingers slowly pushing back in to force more whines from you. your minds were clouded with lust & need, too caught up in it to notice shoko had been looking for you.
when his fingers expertly curl into that spongey spot that makes your eyes roll back, “r-ryo—i’m cumming!!”cum gushes out in thick squirts, his tongue eagerly lapping it up like a professional pussy eater fingering you through your orgasm, letting it drip all over the plump of your ass.
shoko! how could i forget? was this asshole making me feel that good?
“c-coming!” you feel a pair of slightly glossy lips crash into your once again, smeared in saliva with undertones of cherry.
you got up to quickly wipe the clear droplets running down your wobbling thighs until muscular arms pulled your waist flush against him.
“come to more parties.” his smirk tells you this wasn’t just a one time thing, his roaming hand telling you the same thing, the grope bringing a scrunch to your face.
“my pussy’s that good, right? i know!”
he scoffs out a laugh at your sassiness, he’ll bet it comes from your cheer mates who sway their hips with every step & blowing pink bubblegum so wide it pops all over their lips.
“but we’ll see. don’t miss me too much, baby!” you strut out while applying your cherry flavored lipgloss back in it’s right place, popping your lips at him teasingly.
SHOKO: “WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG?..”
HOW TO BAG A BADDIE #3: FUCK MEN !
“you ate her out?!” satorus jaw is lower than his grades & the amount of pussy he gets.
“yeah, she tasted just like her fucking lipgloss.” his lips curl into a smirks as he strokes himself trying to relive it, satorus jaw still dropped lower than his grades, & the amount of pussy he gets.
“the fuck? ya jus’ met and y’er already fuckin’? knew we were friends for a reason.” a low but booming rumble of laughter escapes from toji, vice president of the frat.
sukunas lied back in his bed as they’re all gathered somehow always in his room.
your swollen pussy lips, trembling thighs, & swaying hips flood back to him it makes his jaw ache—but not as much as his leaking cock right now.
“fuck, i need her.” he groans out as the duo smirks in victory of their cupid couple matching!
they drown out his shaky breaths as his fist works faster, shirt bunched up in his teeth’s grip. his head is thrown back with an arm over his eyes as if to fully immerse himself in the images of you in his mind.
when their eyes land back on sukuna he’s already panting with his fist full of thick cum, still slowly stroking his cock as if trying to milk it all out.
“dude, you wanna fuck her that bad?”
“fucker, that pussy was something else. almost made me cum in my pants like a fucking teenager.”
the deadpan suguru gives his pussy drunk friend makes toji erupt in that booming laugh with his palm over his eyes.
“that makes me wanna get a taste too.” sukuna scowls at the grin satoru throws his way after his revolting comment.
“fuck off or i’ll throw my jizz on you.”
“don’t say that with your cock in your hand..”
he hasn’t seen you since the party, affecting him in ways he hasn’t noticed yet. like the way he scans a classroom filled with the hundreds of students listening for your distinct voice, or when he’s scowling with jealousy at the mention of his friends spotting you and describing what you wore that day.
suguru catches it but chooses not to point it out to the tempered man, but he does
“why don’t we just go to watch her at the next game?”
everyone’s silent at the absolute genius suggestion. sukuna’s clearly brimming with anticipation to see you, shown by the deadpan of his face.
“now we’re gonna fucking stalk her? satoru’s idiot is rubbing off on you.”
“it’ll be fine, plus we could use more engagement for our frat parties.”
sukuna dismisses it with a low "whatever.", leaning back in their frat houses backyard chair.
then the time rolls by until another one of the university's varsity team throws their big games with people already flooding the concession stands, along with the frat duo. well, mainly for satoru.
the tempered friend forced to tag along is grumbling behind them.
“this is why girls won’t let you fuck them.”
“hffay!” a ‘hey!’ muffled by the food he’s scarfing down as if the other people in line were hungry enough to steal his 10 hot dogs.
with an eye roll from their tempered friend, they go to sit in the closest seats to the cheer leaders. which was also full of guys who whistled at them every time their skirts fly up as their being flipped into the air.
“ugh, utahime could you help me with my hair? they’re not staying in their assigned seats againnn.” the wicked requirement of having your hair into a half-up half-down painting a pout on your face.
“do you think he’s gonna be here?”
“who?—oh! ryomen sukuna?”
“yeah, i haven’t gotten ate out like that since last year.” a sigh leaves you out of yearn for the man that has yet to show his face since that day.
you can practically hear the sweat drop from utahime when you go to tease her about being a virgin until the coach knocks on the door & tells us it’s almost time.
“well, i’m going to go finish getting ready.” utahime leaves you with a wave & nerves that never erupt when a game happens.
wait, am i nervous? because of a frat guy??!
the deadpan at the thought shows in the mirror you pout your lips in to apply your signature cherry flavored lipgloss.
you sit up to stretch before following utahime with a suffocating hug around her neck & bouncing feet.
“this sun is trying to kill us!” utahime nods weakly, seems like the sun is getting to her too.
you and your cheer mates get in formation, spelling out “G-O-P-A-N-D-A-S”
it’s embarrassing the way sukuna’s eyes quickly flick to where satoru was pointing, & there you were.
it’s like he can finally slump back & release his muscles from the anticipation once he sees your usual flirty smile.
but when he sees you, he sees you. he sees the way your cheer skirt is slightly rolled down past your hips to give it the impression of a mini skirt & the way your tank top is clipped on the back from the inside to accentuate the dip in your waist. & he rumbles out a chuckle because that’s so you.
“fuck.” did i just say that out loud?
but nobody’s paying attention to it because they’re internally agreeing at the sight of you, the flirty winks you give the hot university guys & how you purposely lick the cherry flavor on your lips, or how your trained cheer face slightly falters at the sight of sukuna—wait what?
“she totally saw ryomen, didn’t she?” sugurus nodding and watching as their coral-haired friend curls his lips in amusement, tongue poking at the side of his cheek.
by the time your avoiding eyes flick back to him you’re met with a sight that makes you scoff, who the fuck is she?
“hey, baby. wanna ditch this game and come fuck me?” her manicured fingers rub all over his chest, twirling around the silver necklace wrapped around his neck.
you don’t know what’s more irritating, her hands roaming down to his crotch or him staring right into your eyes as it’s happening.
so after your groups halftime routine you’re seen storming off, unaware of the pair of red eyes following your form.
“get the fuck off me.” she’s met with a rough shove.
his friends snicker at the pathetic sight of her retreating to the group of girls watching by, glaring holes into him as he gets up and walks heavily through the crowds of thirsty university guys.
SATORU: ME PERSONALLY, I WOULD HAVE SAID YES.”
SUGURU: THAT’S BECAUSE YOU GET NO GIRLS.”
HOW TO BAG A BADDIE #4: GO GET YOUR GIRL !
“you think i fuck random sluts?”
your group noticed the change in your behavior as you’re headed to the bathroom, or maybe the prominent scowl on your face? who knows!
“who pissed in your cereal?” shoko suddenly emerges from the bathroom door.
“fuck men! they’re all the same, they see pussy and forget about you!”
“is this about him?” her question makes you flinch in anger at the thought of his face.
“i saw a girl rubbing all up on him and he wasn’t fucking doing anything.”
“…” what? how could i like a manwhore?!
you shrugged her off with a sigh and fixed the clips in your hair, asking if she could get you a peach flavored drink from the vending machine.
you plop onto one of the empty tables outside the bathroom, ignoring the different tones of stares coming from lusty men & jealous women.
“hey.” the familiar gruff voice floods your eyes, making you look up from the nail inspo you searched up on pinterest.
the scowl immediately returns to your face once your brain processes who’s standing over you with hands in their pockets.
you stubbornly ignore him & cross your legs towards the opposite way to face away from him, your arms copying the same over your chest. he finds your dangling legs cute.
“what? you jealous?” that annoying smirk stretches across his face. he’s finding this funny, isn’t he.
“why would i be jealous over a guy who fucks every girl that leeches onto him?” ouu shii. i did not mean to say that.
“you think i fuck random sluts?”
the question has your head slowly cocking back to him in confusion, slightly moving your head back when you’re suddenly inches away from the very lips that touched the most sensitive part of you.
“huh?” tilting your head in confusion because that’s really what you thought he did.
“ryo—mmgh!” you’re cut off before you dug into it a bit more, the culprit being his lips that crash into yours with a hunger that doesn’t go unnoticed. & you hate yourself for the way you instantly melted into him, snaking your arms around his neck & scratching the hair at his nape to which he groans in relief.
“i shoved her off of me.” he pulls back & smirks the haze in your eyes.
fuck, how he craved your cherry flavored lips.
you don’t know when but his hands found your hips & suddenly you’re realizing you let his body slip between yours legs.
“answer me, were you jealous?” you pout as he presses more into you, cute.
ohh yeah. he was ready to risk it all on this very table out in the open.
but all good things come to an end.
“hey, captainnn! time to go change. stop making out!”
you rolled your eyes at the snarky comment your cheer mate left you with & leaned back on your palms, the look you give sukuna makes his jaw ache.
your lashes batting up at him, cherry flavored pout on your lips, & a body displayed to him that could make anyone’s jaw drop.
“sorry, babyy. gotta go! next time we see each other, you’re doing more than eating my pussy, ‘kay?”
“fuck, ‘m hard.” your giggle goes straight to his bulge.
he almost grabs your arm when he’s left with a hand running down his chest & a cute kiss goodbye from your palm as you’re walking away.
“yo, ryo. where were you?” suguru calls out to him from the entrance of the stadium, they were waiting for him so they could go back altogether & plan another party. which will mostly consist of sorority girls that satoru thought would give them more engagement! totally not because they’re hot.
“dih jhu ghuys fhuk?” satoru, who still has his mouth full of hotdogs he bought last minute.
he ignores the relentless interrogation questions that he can barely make out due to satorus gluttony. instead he opens his phone & goes to the app full of fake influencers full of brand deals & searches up your name. a red hued profile picture popping up with your tongue out.
he presses your profile & immediately chuckles at the cherry themed highlights because that’s so you.
ryomen sukuna requested to follow you.
the notification immediately stretches a smirk across your face as much as it could from the restriction of the green tea face mask you’re indulging in.
cherrycrushluver: stalking me now, baby?
ryomensukuna_: come over.
cherrycrushluver: so my pussy is that good 👅
ryomen sukuna shared their location.
the snort sukuna lets out contrasts to the silence he’s surrounded with, he hopes it’ll fill with your moans instead.
the thought of it makes him hard & wants to just rut against his mattress & make a mess but he knows that’s just a waste so he’ll save it for you.
fatass toru: U DID NOT TELL ME UR GIRL IS COMINF OVER??!!?!
fatass toru: WHAT THE FUCK
fatass toru: bro u better not be loud there’s already enough of that here
he shuts his phone off at the last message because he knows the won’t grant satoru the peace he’s looking for tonight.
he scurries to your grinning form at his door, cute.
his answer is clear once he grabs your hips & crashes his lips against your glossed ones, almost like he was trying to eat your face off.
he grumbles as you giggle into the messy kiss, beginning to fumble with the hem of his white t-shirt hastily like you’re about to die if you don’t drink in the sight of his sculpted body.
he helps you & discards the fabric in a place that’s forgotten for the rest of the night.
“ryo-!” a squeak from you is heard over his shoulder, hauled onto him like a sack of potatoes & giving the plump flesh next to his face a good spank!
the back of your head is met with the familiar beds pillow, creating a deep eye contact to the man above you as you’re slowly & teasingly taking off the skin tight clothes you decided to wear that day.
first, your top that hugs your chest so perfectly he can’t seem to take his eyes off once a lacy bra is now in the field of his tunnel vision, which is soon unclasped & forces the plumpness of your tits to spill out, making him groan at how lewd the whole situation was.
then, it’s your mini shorts, he takes note of the mischievous smirk you throw his way.
he snorts as he realizes the reason for it. your legs were pressed together in the air, your thumbs bunched under the hem & purposely pulling it up, along with the matching lacy panties you carefully chose.
“fuck. where’d you learn that? slut.”
his patience ran thin halfway through because you’re feeling two large hands grip the back of your knees & pinning them apart to your chest, your flexible was almost surprises him but he’s too focused on your already drenched folds.
“mmh.. see how much i missed you, daddy?”
& that was your first mistake of the night because now you’re being pinned in missionary & brain turned to mush as his cock bullies the sweet spot that makes those mesmerizing eyes of yours roll to the back of your head. & he thinks this is better, putting a brat in her place.
“a-ahh! f—fucking love your cock!” you don’t even bother hiding your moans & sukuna doesn’t even care that you’re screaming his name, as if he wants satoru to hear it who’s currently groaning into his pillow.
“yeah? then fucking take it.”
he’s drinking in the lewd expression across your face, practically heart eyes are boring up at him.
he’s so rough with you it just makes everything a haze of pleasure whenever he grips a part of you hard enough to leave a bruise. & you don’t even care that he’s ruining your perfectly clear skin because the tip of his mushroom head kisses your cervix with every thrust.
“ha.. o-oh fuck! ‘m gonna!—“
“c’mon, cum alll over me like the slut you are.” & that deep growl in his voice was all it took. almost like the vibrations went straight to your most sensitive part.
long drawn out mewls were spilling out of you as he cruelly worked your clit through the mind numbing orgasm, his thumb rubbing deep circles. but he hasn’t came yet!
“greedy brat. still gotta make me fucking cum.”
well the slutty moans you’ve been screaming out with every thrust just makes it harder for him to not cum too early. so it’s pretty quick until he presses your knees down further & buries balls deep until your cervix was kissing his tip, thick cum oozing a ring around his chubby cock.
he doesn’t waste any time in getting a wet towel & cleaning the globs of cum spilling out of your swollen folds.
“mmgh..ryooo.” you stir at the sudden contact, a stinging sensation from the stretch of his cock still lingering.
“i know, baby. keep your legs open for a bit more.”
with the last drop he scooped out with his fingers he’s back to retreating to the bathroom, only to be met with the ethereal sight of your flushed face sleeping soundly like a baby after a good meal.
the snort he lets out at the thought also reminds him of his white haired friend who’d been blowing up his phone throughout the whimpers & lewd skin slapping.
FATASS TORU: DUDE R U KILLING HER PUSSY OR WHAT?..
HOW TO BAG A BADDIE #5: POWER COUPLE !
“huh? yeah, that’s my man.”
“mmwah! good luck, babyy.”
it’s been about a month since you started going out with the hot headed president. & the opinions of others clearly showing on their faces. blushes with sheepy smiles, scowls with envy, yadda yadda.
you comically placed a fat kiss on the side of his lips, purposely leaving a glossy kiss mark. he was going to the room full of complex questions about quantum physics for his last exam on systemic anatomy.
you were met with an appreciative grumble, a firm kiss on the side of your jaw that lingered there as he walked away. you already start to miss the warm grip on your hips.
you weren’t totally oblivious to the stares you earned at the exchange, you really just didn’t care!
that was until you saw random girls on the same cheer team as you start whispering to themselves in a gossipy manner & giggle as they walk away with glares pointed your way.
you ignored the burning holes in your back from their states the whole duration of practice, noticing they would snap their heads away once you cocked your eyebrow at them.
but then you remembered you’re the captain, lol.
“hey, you three! yeah, the gossip girls. come here.”
you watch in confusion as they swallow their attitudes down in real time & walk up with bouncing steps as usual.
“sooo, you’re really gonna act like you haven’t been whispering to each other while looking at me?”
the straightforward question makes the girl talking drop the act immediately, a scowl forms contrasting to the cheer face they were trained on.
“tsk. you really have no fucking idea, do you? wouldn’t expect anything more from someone like you,” woah, where did this come from? “don’t even know why your dumbass is captain.”
despite the aggressive remarks staining their red lips, a grin forms your face because are we really still stirring up shit in college?
“honey, i’m still waiting on you to elaborate.” a huff leaves your throat mixed with a chuckle of disbelief.
“are you dating the president of the frat?”
“huh? yeah, that’s my man.”
“fucking bitch! i wanted him first—!” you’re taken aback as she’s suddenly caught mid-lunge towards me like a rabid cat.
“had your chance a month ago, lol.” the team quietly watches your retreating form as her friends try to calm her down with some water. interrupted by the coach calling out 10 laps for the girls to do around the track as punishment, earning him groans from the girls.
you were leaning against the wall next to your boyfriends exam room, occasionally peaking slightly to catch his focused gaze. so cute!
after doomscrolling for lord knows how long, the door knob jingling & hundreds of students flooding out the room with loud sighs & plenty of “i failed that shit”.
finally you saw the familiar broad shoulders which were now slouched, & pink hair slightly ruffled from your hands running through it before departing that morning.
the already messy hair worsening as he’s deep in the crook of your neck with the nails of your acrylics eliciting deep groans of exhausting from him. he didn’t realize he had missed your touch so much his bleary eyes start slowly closing at the familiar touch that always lulls him to sleep without fail.
“you did so good, handsome.”
fuck, the names you call him will always earn you either groans in appreciation or half lidded eyes that tell you you’ll be calling him all sorts of name later.
the simple request pulling you back into the routine, a light giggle leaving your lips. the routine being interrupted by your fingers curling into his hair & tilting him up to your gaze your other hand cupping his chin.
he’s confused when you suddenly look at his lips & giggle wholeheartedly.
“didn’t wipe my kiss mark, hm?”
he simply smirked & laid back into your neck, grip tightening around your hips.
“didn’t want another girl fucking touching up on me again.”
the sentence makes you bite your bottom lip to hold back the pool of giggles threatening to flood out.
instead you place another glossy kiss to the side of his forehead & wrap your arms firmly around his thick neck.
“you’re so sweet, babyy!” you laugh at the huff he lets out, feeling it on your skin. the cuteness aggression starts taking over which leaves sukuna grumbling from the attack on his cheeks, his forehead, his jaw. all from your glossy lips.
SATORU: UGH, THEY’RE GOING AT IT AGAIN..
SUGURU: IT’S FINE, BETTER THAN SEEING THEM FOLLOW EACH OTHER INTO ONE BATHROOM STALL.
a/n: ouu shii 31.6k words am i back 👅
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