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If anyone had told Sukuna he'd be fucking Satoru in the locker room after a horrendous football game, he would've punched them in the jaw.
He was already having a terrible morning: woke up late for his first class and didn't have anything for breakfast, had to scramble himself together to make it to his 10:30 a.m. class because there was a test in a few days, ran out of weed so now he actually had to sit through said class without something to make Calculus more tolerable. No coffee, no energy drink, nothing. Sukuna hated raw dogging a Wednesday morning, especially when there was a big football game tonight. Everyone at Jujutsu University took football seriously and tonight was the game against their rival. Sukuna couldn't deny that he was stressed. Everything seemed to be closing in on him quickly over the past few days, and today was putting him right at the edge.
He ran into the lecture hall just minutes before class was about to start. Luckily, he was here before the professor was. Usually, he chose a seat in the back and did everything but take notes, but now he had to sit with one of his younger brother's friends so he could get better notes. Being at the front made him noticeable and not in the way he wanted to be. He walked down to where two sophomores were sitting, one with wild black hair and the largest cup of coffee he could buy in one hand.
"Oh, look at that," the red head beside him said loud enough for others behind her to turn towards her. "You're actually here before class starts, Sukuna. Did you go to bed early or something?-"
"Yeah, I did." Sukuna answered curtly. Though he didn't look like he slept a wink last night; he was quick to put on whatever he could find after crawling out of bed, but the woman didn't need to know that. "You not being in it makes it easier to sleep at night." He dropped his bag on the floor and took a seat next to the guy with wild black hair. He just drank his coffee in peace while the woman gasped obnoxiously.
"I bet you go around telling people I let you hit." She said.
"Yep, and I tell them I did with my back hand."
"You're so fucking aggravating-"
"It's too early for this." The young man in the middle sighed and pressed the edge of his coffee cup to his lips. "Please, just…shut up." He groaned.
"Anything for you, Megumi." Sukuna flashed his first smile of the morning to the one person he actually enjoyed teasing. It was true he had a soft spot for Megumi and not because he helped him cheat on his tests. "Listen, tonight is the game so I can't come over to study."
"Already knew that. Everyone's going to be at the game."
"Don't remind me." Sukuna slouched in his seat and grumbled to himself.
"Aw, you got the jitters." Nobara teased him with an evil smile.
It was true though, Sukuna was nervous. Every year, the same outcome happens: the game is a tie, they go into overtime, Jujutsu University loses. It's gut wrenching to watch every single year. Sukuna has been on the football team for three years but this year he's the star quarterback that everyone is hoping will pull through tonight. He can't take the pressure. This is the one game he wished he could sit out on.
"Shut it, Nobara." Last thing Sukuna wanted to deal with was his nerves.
Sukuna and Nobara started to bicker with Megumi grimacing between them. As the insults were tossed back and forth, another student walked into the row in front of them; he was quiet and for everyone that was surprising since he liked to talk. A lot. His expression was plain, his eyes hidden behind dark glasses, but the aura was cold.
The chatter around them immediately quieted down to whispers and mumbles.
The name "Satoru" and "Suguru" came up multiple times among different conversations, all of them less than secret because the young man with white hair could hear everyone talking.
Sukuna was staring.
He, like everyone else, saw the video of the breakup that happened yesterday evening. It was the talk of the entire university: the power couple split up and it wasn't pretty.
"You showed up on time for once." Satoru glanced back over his shoulder to say to Sukuna as he sat down.
"You do not want to say anything to me today." Sukuna warned him.
"You're not as scary as you think you are." A smile slowly spread on Satoru's face, the same shit eating grin he always had. The dark glasses covered his eyes but Sukuna had a feeling there was a reason to hide his eyes today.
"After getting dumped in front of a KFC, I bet nothing scares you now." Sukuna said.
The lecture hall went silent.
"You must've been waiting to say that to me all morning." Satoru was still smiling, but his lip twitched as he spoke.
"I don't think about you, Satoru." Sukuna crossed his arms over his chest. "Looks like Suguru won't be thinking about you either." He said without any sympathy or remorse.
The silence became more painful as the two of them stared at each other. Sukuna wasn't in the mood to deal with anything coming out of Satoru's mouth so he made sure his words hurt. And they did hurt but Satoru didn't let it show. He smiled just like usual.
"If you're on edge about leading the team to failure tonight, just say that." Satoru responded. Despite the smile, his voice was cold. "You're used to it though so there's no need to be nervous."
Sukuna's jaw clenched. His hands tightened to fists and he had to fight the urge to wipe that smile off of Satoru's face.
"I'd say good luck but it hasn't helped you before." Satoru turned around in his seat.
No one said a word. Everyone was trying to decide what was worse: Sukuna mentioning the breakup only twelve hours after it happened or Satoru not biting back his comments about Sukuna and the team consistently losing the rival football game. Even Megumi and Nobara stared between Sukuna and Satoru in shock because what just happened wasn't their usual playful banter. They were trying to get at each other's throats. Everyone witnessed it.
Sukuna was grinding his teeth so hard that he was on the verge of breaking them. It was already hard enough to control his temper but Satoru always said the right things to push him over the edge. Now his nails were digging into the inside of his palms enough to cause him pain, but not even that could snap him out of his growing rage.
The professor walked into the lecture hall not knowing what the silence was about, and he didn't care either.
Neither Sukuna nor Satoru could focus.
The hour went by slowly. The tension didn't dissolve. It brewed into something that couldn't be tamed. To say they hate each other would be a bit much. Sure they didn't get along a lot of the time, but for them "hate" was a strong word. There were definitely days where they got on each other's nerves. Today though, since both of them are at their worst, that dislike for each other became something close to hate. Sukuna sat there with his arms crossed and his face screwed into an angry pout while he continued to brood and not listen to anything being taught.
Once class was over, everyone took their time to pack up their things just in case a fight broke out.
It looked like it would've.
Sukuna was staring at Satoru, and Satoru was staring right back at him.
Their silence quickly became chilling. The way that they stared at each other, it seemed like they were the only two people in the lecture hall. They were waiting for someone to say something first, some kind of heinous comment that would lead to the first swing.
"Hey, Sukuna…" Megumi tapped his shoulder multiple times to get his attention. "You're in my way. Move."
That was the only thing to get Sukuna to turn his gaze away from Satoru. He walked into the aisle so Megumi and Nobara could leave.
Satoru wasn't scared of Sukuna, he never really was. Now his smile wasn't on his face. What he wanted was to leave so he could go about his day. Sukuna wanted the same thing, but he couldn't let what Satoru said before slide.
Casually, he moved his foot out just as Satoru was walking by him.
As if the stars aligned, Satoru got caught by Sukuna’s foot and lost his balance. He landed face flat on the floor and didn’t move to get himself up. It was satisfying…well it was satisfying for Sukuna. The view he got was defeat and hopelessness. Satoru choosing to stay on the floor was satisfying because Sukuna didn’t need to get the last word as long as he got to watch the one-ninety centimeter tower fall.
It was too easy, but Satoru was wounded of course – not physically but by a broken heart. Why get up when he’s already at his lowest? Why try to see things for the better when everything he enjoyed left him?
Sukuna didn't care what the circumstances were.
He stared down at Satoru again for another second longer, admiring his triumph with a slight grin. He got his fix of victory today. Now, he could leave the lecture hall feeling just a little better than he did when he came in this morning.
The stares and whispers didn’t bother him. It can’t be worse than his own anxiety and irritation in his head.
He met up with Nobara and Megumi outside. Once he stood beside Megumi, he was subjected to a harsh punch on his shoulder.
"You're fucking terrible.” Megumi punched the same spot again, making Sukuna flinch and pull away. He tried to rub his wound but Megumi was aiming for another hit. Clearly he was frustrated and that began to stress Sukuna out, too. “Satoru has shit going on-"
"Oh, whatever." His stress immediately went away. There was no sympathy for anything he did to Satoru, and it showed by the way he rolled his eyes and clicked his teeth in irritation. "I got shit going on, too."
"Yeah, but he didn't trip you when you least expected it in front of the entire class." Megumi was particularly angry about Sukuna being an asshole this morning. "You're actually heartless, you know that?"
Nobara was laughing beside them.
Sukuna groaned and came up with a sorry excuse for why he was the way he was. While he complained, they saw Satoru walk out of the building, his arm around one of his friends. They've seen him get handsy with Utahime and now it was no different.
"A man who's been wounded wouldn't pounce on the next thing he sees." Sukuna gestured over to them as if they were evidence. "Trust me, if Satoru was really heartbroken, he would've stayed home."
He had a reason not to sympathize, especially for Satoru – the white haired charmer was smiling and laughing as he teased his friend, poked her cheek, kept her close to his body and made her blush. From where he was standing, Sukuna didn’t see anything wrong.
Which made sense because he couldn’t see the bloodshot eyes behind those glasses. Not like Satoru to admit he had a breakdown after a public ending to a five year relationship.
Even then Sukuna wouldn't care. He had his own problems anyway.
Just as he was about to leave, someone else walked up towards the small group. Once again, he groaned obnoxiously and threw his head back. His little brother found him on the way to his next class and now he was here to play around with his friends. Sukuna just wanted to be alone. However, when Nobara, Megumi, and Yuuji got together, it was a whole riot.
"Did you see the video I sent?" Nobara asked Yuuji.
"Yeah! That was heartbreaking! I actually feel bad for Satoru-"
"So maybe don't watch that video where he's dumped publicly in front of a KFC." Megumi made it sound like a decent solution to avoid being emotionally damaged, but Nobara and Yuuji just stared at him.
"Everyone loves a good tragedy." Sukuna wasn't surprised. Not even his brother or his friends had the decency to let people suffer alone.
"Speaking of tragedies," Yuuji started with a bright smile on his face, "good luck tonight. I'll be getting a head start at the condolences party."
Sukuna couldn't frown any harder.
He was the brother that was constantly brooding, constantly upset, constantly without a smile on his face unless he was doing something he shouldn’t. Sure, they looked alike, but Sukuna had the appearance of someone who’s been bogged down by life while Yuuji was his own sun.
It was tiring.
"Same bar as usual?" Nobara asked Yuuji and Megumi.
"Yep." They agreed.
"Thanks, guys." Sukuna said sarcastically as the three made plans to get wasted tonight. "It's nice to know you don't believe in the team."
"No problem." Yuuji smiled wider and gave his brother a pat on the back.
Since he couldn’t handle continuing the conversation with them – considering they were talking about his impending failure – he walked away from them without saying anything else.
He still had the rest of the day to get his nerves together. It was his annoyance that would be his undoing, but at the moment he couldn't figure out how to get rid of it. He trudged across campus to make it to his next class. With a frown on his face and the look of death in his eyes, he suffered through the rest of his day.
And by the time it was six in the afternoon, he was standing in the middle of the field with a whole stadium full of people just watching and waiting for the game to begin.
No, it didn't make him feel good.
Had it been any other game, he wouldn't have cared. He was usually good at that, too. Sukuna didn't give two fucks about what other people thought, all he cared about was making sure that the other team was his bitch. He mostly brought his team to victory, especially when it mattered.
Tonight was different. It was always different. More stressful, felt like work, felt…like a chore. The weight of the game was on his shoulders and Sukuna didn't have it in him to hope something would change tonight.
It didn't.
Of course, Jujutsu University lost the football game. It happened every year but it didn't make the pain hurt less.
Sukuna took it harder than usual, probably since he was pent up all day because of his stress.
He was off the field the second the touchdown was called. He didn't have the patience to go through the motions of the end of the game. No need to hear the other team's cheering or banter. No need to see his own teammates upset. He definitely didn’t want to see anyone’s face in the stands. He wasn't good at hiding his temper either, so it was just easier to run off the field and go to the locker room so he could throw his tantrum in peace.
It wasn't good sportsmanship but no one actually expected Sukuna to take the loss with grace.
He rushed into the locker room and threw his helmet against a set of lockers. He screamed with his frustrations but none of it got released. He was still pent up. Now he was aching, exhausted, and a bit depressed. He couldn't prevent the inevitable.
For a second, he saw red because of the intense anger. He almost punched the lockers where he threw his helmet, but he suddenly took a breath and stopped himself. His hands clenched by his side, his nails digging into his palms, but like usual the pain wasn't what brought him back to reality.
It was dark and cold. And quiet, besides his tantrum.
He breathed deeply as his mind raced. His sweat dripped from his hair and on to his face and neck. Despite the cold air inside the locker room, Sukuna was burning up because of his anger. He screamed, kicked the lockers, and screamed again.
It took a moment, but he began to calm down. Now all he wanted was to go home and sleep off this horrible night.
As he went to his locker, he could hear someone else's footsteps echoing outside the locker room. He thought it was his teammates finally coming inside so he didn't pay much attention to the noise.
He began to undress, yanking off his gloves first and tossing them to the side. He lifted his jersey over his head to take off and discarded it the same way he did with his gloves.
The door to the locker room swung open, but there was only the sound of one set of footsteps.
Maybe it was someone coming to get him. Sukuna didn’t want to deal with it right now. He wanted to be alone.
"Yoo-hoo~"
The sound of Satoru’s voice in the locker room made Sukuna go completely rigid. It was like his blood turned to ice and he couldn’t move. He turned slowly as if he heard someone coming for his soul, and he found the tall, young man leaning against the lockers with a shit eating grin on his face.
It stunned him. Sukuna was quite literally speechless to see Satoru standing there.
Then his anger erupted quickly. "What the hell do you want?” He just about screamed at Satoru because he couldn’t control his emotions.
"You've got bad manners, you know that? Walking off like that makes us look bad-"
Sukuna grabbed Satoru by his shirt and slammed him into the lockers. The silly grin on Satoru's face didn't disappear. It got even wider as Satoru looked down at Sukuna from behind his glasses. He didn't find Sukuna intimidating, but Sukuna wasn't being aggressive just to be scary; he was annoyed and seeing Satoru right now made everything worse.
"Hey, hey, no need to get violent." Satoru gave Sukuna's hand a gentle pat. "I just wanted to see if you'd actually cry this time."
Sukuna shoved him against the lockers much harder, and with all the anger he had building up inside him. His muscles were tense and bulging, still glistening with his sweat and hot fromo the extraneous stress. Because of the tension, the tattoos on his chest and arms became more defined and his veins popped out underneath his skin. He didn’t have the patience to deal with Satoru. In fact, his mind was focused on roughing him up a bit instead. Another shove against the lockers couldn’t hurt, maybe a few seconds of throttling or jostling.
Satoru's glasses were knocked off his face and he was startled by the sound it made when it hit the floor. He needed those glasses, but Sukuna didn't let him go. No, Sukuna was too angry to realize his foot was too close to the glasses.
"What do you want?" Sukuna growls through his teeth.
"Seriously,” Satoru held his hands up, “I just wanted to see how you're holding up."
Sukuna’s eyes narrowed, his skepticism clear on his face. For a second he truly did try to figure out what Satoru wanted from him but nothing made sense. Satoru’s smile wasn’t reassuring, even if it seemed like he came in peace. "You never want that." Sukuna was wary of him.
His grip on Satoru’s sweater was released and he turned away to go back to his locker to finish undressing. Luckily, he wasn’t thinking about crushing Satoru’s glasses with his foot.
"Yeah, well, it was a close game tonight. I actually believed something would've changed." Satoru fixed his sweater and bent down to pick up his glasses. "Sucks really. You had everyone on the edge of their seats."
"Yeah, yeah," Sukuna grumbled.
"What's it like to still lose?"
"You really don't care about your mental sanity." Sukuna kicked off his cleats. "It's been twenty-four hours since you've been dumped and you don't know how to act." Sukuna was really trying to not let his anger get to him again. The only way to do that was to keep Satoru on a leash by sticking his finger in the fresh wound.
It stung, that was true.
Satoru was taken aback by the reminder that it had been exactly one day since he lost his other half in front of everyone.
"Hm." He hums quietly and sits down on the wooden bench. "You're a sadist aren't you?"
"No, you're the masochist here. I told you I'm not in the mood for your shit today and you still want to come after me." Sukuna truly had enough of Satoru's games and cheeky comments. "The game fucking sucked and I'm pissed about it. Push the right buttons and I'll make you want to fall off a bridge, I promise." It was a courtesy to give Satoru another warning.
And it seemed like Satoru took it because he didn't say anything.
Sukuna was a bit surprised by the silence. He turned back to see what got Satoru's tongue. Maybe it was realizing that he wasn't in the mood to play either. He pushed his glasses up into his hair and stared at the wall in front of him; his eyes were far away, and for the first time, Sukuna could see that he had been crying earlier.
Maybe.
His eyes were a bit red and…his cheeks were a bit puffy. His white eyelashes were mashed together in a way that made Sukuna think that he had just stopped crying.
It wasn't till then that Sukuna felt a little bad for him.
He couldn't imagine what kind of pain Satoru was in. It still wasn't an excuse to go around saying things that would get him hit, but Sukuna gave him a little slack for not being able to read the room.
Sukuna sat down on the bench in front of Satoru, purposely facing him to stop the dreadful stare at the wall. He saw the shift in Satoru's eyes – he was present again. Sad, but present. Sukuna wouldn't admit it but he truly did feel sorry for him. It made him uncomfortable to see someone he usually picked on so upset. Sukuna wasn't one for kindness, especially for someone he purposely tripped this morning, but he knew that Satoru just needed a little pick-me-up.
They were both quiet for a few seconds.
"It can't be easy to have your breakup broadcasted." Sukuna said.
"Yeah, now I know what it feels like to have losses recorded." Satoru responded without missing a beat.
It did make Sukuna want to lift his fist but he stopped himself. "On the bright side, you can do whatever you want now."
"What makes you think I wasn't doing that before?"
"This is why he dumped you."
"Maybe…" Satoru hummed quietly and his eyes fell to the floor.
He was pouting. It was a face he always made but he joked around a lot. This time, he wasn't joking. Satoru was upset and in a sour mood. He mashed his lips together as he frowned, more so to himself as he thought about everything that went wrong. Sukuna didn't have that much to say about it.
What made him a little uncomfortable was how he actually liked seeing Satoru with a sad expression on his face.
Maybe he really was a sadist.
This was the only time he found Satoru attractive: when he was upset.
He didn't feel bad for leaning closer suddenly because he wasn't the only one to do it. At least this way, it didn't seem like he enjoyed the idea of taking advantage of Satoru while he was down. Satoru leaned closer, too, probably from the need to touch someone since his recent break up broke him.
Their first kiss wasn't meant to spark any love between them.
They were both hesitant when their lips pressed together. It wasn't anything crazy – no fire, no instant gratification, no need to hold each other close. There was nothing.
Except the goosebumps that rose on to Sukuna's skin and the gentle trembling of Satoru's lips as he tried to reason with himself. There was no spark between them… so they tried it again with another kiss. It was soft and sweet, two things neither of them were. Still, they let the feeling of each other's lips linger just a bit longer. Sukuna could feel his own heart racing in his chest with a third kiss Satoru eagerly went for.
Then a fourth.
Before they knew it, they were just kissing like they were the only two people in the world. There was no need to discuss it either. They just wanted to kiss, and that was it.
Sukuna slowly became obsessed with how soft Satoru's skin was. He didn't expect it. He didn't expect the sweet taste of his lips and being intoxicated by the shaky breaths Satoru took between kisses. He didn't expect the warmth to be so inviting. His hands were beginning to tingle with the need to touch something. Anything.
He didn't stop himself when he held Satoru's face by his chin and kept his head steady. Sukuna made the next move to deepen the kiss and truly taste Satoru on his tongue. He got those pretty lips to open wider and let him in. He explored Satoru's mouth with one swift lick, and it was the only time he ever thought about wanting more of Satoru on him.
He abruptly pulled away when he got a hold of his mind again. Kissing Satoru was never something he imagined doing. His eyes were wide with surprise. He couldn't figure out what came over him to kiss Satoru, but one thing was for sure: he'd do it again in a heartbeat. Satoru was staring back at him in silence, having the same existential crisis. He got over it faster than Sukuna did though.
"Do you have lube?" Satoru asked.
It was hard for Sukuna to come up with something to say. His expression became blank as he tried to process the question. "What?" He had no idea what he just heard.
"I know you've been hit a few times, but you have to have a few brain cells left-"
"Why do you want lube?"
Satoru shrugged. "I figured we might as well do something fun. Today's been a shitty day."
"And you want to fuck?"
Again, Satoru shrugged, but now a sly smile rose on his lips. "If you want to." He put that out there as casually as he could.
Did Sukuna have lube? Yes. He did. Not that he was constantly having sex but he kept things around just in case the situation presented itself…which was more often than not. But he acted like this was the first time he was about to do anything with anyone by the way he was up and digging through the mess in his locker to find the small container. Today was shitty and he deserved something good to happen. Yes, fucking Satoru Gojo was something good no matter how much Sukuna couldn't stand him.
He found the bottle of lube and tossed it towards Satoru.
"I don't expect you to have any finesse with your fingers." Satoru stood up to undo his pants.
Sukuna didn't take offense to the comment. He was just a little surprised that Satoru was taking the initiative. "I actually expected you to be a pillow princess." He said as Satoru took off his pants. "I guess I can't say being boring in bed is why you got dumped." He couldn't believe he was saying that.
He also couldn't believe he was staring at Satoru without pants on. Not once had this ever crossed his mind, and even while sitting on the bench, Sukuna thought this was a dream. No way in hell would he ever put himself in this position willingly. But his eyes were glued to Satoru's lower half.
It was no shock that Satoru had long legs. He was over six feet tall. But Sukuna practically thought he was staring at a marble sculpture of just legs. He had no words to describe how badly he wanted to grip Satoru's thighs in his hands. He wondered if he was delicate, if Satoru would whimper if he was grabbed too hard. Again, Sukuna realized he never thought about Satoru this way before, but now it was plastered all over his mind. He didn't even hear what Satoru was saying to him because he was so focused on his legs…his thighs, his hips…and when Satoru lifted his sweater up as he sat down on the bench again, his waist.
His cock was hard – pink and swollen all from being kissed roughly. He was leaking, too. The clear pre-cum dripped from the slit, and with a single excited jerk, Sukuna watched as it leaked on the floor. Was Satoru really that pent up? He seemed like he was about to explode.
Fucking shit… Sukuna was staring hard.
Embarrassingly hard.
So hard that even his dick was starting to become that way, too.
And then his eyes were staring at Satoru's fingers as he poured the lube on them. They were long and slender so he knew Satoru could reach pretty deep if he wanted to. Did he finger himself a lot? Seemed like it with how fast he got his fingers inside his hole. It looked too easy the way Satoru just immediately started to finger himself – no teasing, no nothing. He had to be used to it.
"...just gonna stare or do something?" Satoru asked.
"I can watch for a little longer." Sukuna wanted to get comfortable and see how Satoru got himself off. He wondered how long he could last. Could he make getting fingered sexy? "You went straight into it so give me a show."
Satoru stuck his tongue out. "Just say you're a virgin and I'll teach you what to do-"
"Fuck you-"
"Is that all you think about?" Satoru teased with a sly smile. He leaned back slightly on the bench and spread his legs wider so Sukuna could watch the way his fingers disappeared into his hole over and over again. "You should've said something if you liked me."
"You're the one spreading your legs for me, Satoru. I'd say you set this moment up."
"Yeah? You're hard."
"So are you."
Neither of them were wrong about that. Sukuna didn't want to hear Satoru talk anymore. He grabbed Satoru by the collar of his sweater and kissed him again, this time much rougher. The goal was to get rid of all the pent up rage and irritation that had been brewing in him all day. He took it out on Satoru, manhandled him in ways he never did to anyone. He wanted to dominate, and since he couldn't do it on the field, he was going to do it now.
Sukuna held Satoru by his chin again. With each kiss, he could feel Satoru's desperation to be touched. Their breaths mixed in between when they were apart for only milliseconds at a time. Then they were back to feeling each other's tongue and tasting each other's lips. Sukuna tuned in to Satoru's soft moans and whimpers from fingering himself. His own erection jerked more from the sound of Satoru's low voice, the groans and little whines that came from his lips.
It didn't take long for Sukuna to reach his limit.
His last kiss was the roughest. His teeth bit into Satoru's bottom lip hard enough to make him flinch. But his favorite part was the way Satoru seemed to melt from having the wound sucked on; he shivered as Sukuna pulled again and let out a small whine for more. He was dazed, and in another moment, Sukuna was going to be, too.
He pushed Satoru down on the edge of the bench and shifted his hips closer to him as he pulled his pants and compression shorts down. His dick sprung out eagerly, throbbing and leaking pre-cum all because of the sight of Satoru fingering himself. He even made sultry expressions while touching himself and Sukuna really couldn’t stand it any longer. He was impatient. His dick pulsed as he thought about what it would be like to be inside him.
He grabbed Satoru's pale thigh and hoisted his leg onto his shoulder.
"This isn't comfortable…" Satoru mumbled.
"Just wait a moment, princess, you'll stop complaining real soon." Sukuna was more focused on finally putting his dick inside Satoru.
His fingers were digging into Satoru's thigh hard enough to bruise him. All he had truly done was get the tip of his dick close enough to his hole; Satoru's fingers slowly popped out with a drip of lube following behind. Sukuna could imagine how warm it was inside him; just the idea of the feeling made him salivate.
He couldn't wait much longer.
The tip of his dick widened the hole again, much wider than Satoru's fingers did a second ago. He planned to ease his way inside Satoru, but Sukuna was immediately in love with the warmth that surrounded him. Heat began to pool in his stomach and his cock jerked eagerly as he thought about pushing deeper. He heard Satoru's moan and his voice was sultrier this time. Sukuna felt drawn to push more.
Satoru's hand pressed on Sukuna's stomach when he inched too far too fast. His lips were shaking and he couldn't control the trembling of his thighs. He had to admit that he wasn't expecting Sukuna to feel like that – big enough to split him, wide enough to break him open, hot enough to make him melt from the inside out. "Fuck-" he groaned through his teeth, "that's deep." He saw that there was plenty of dick left to go.
Sukuna wasn't going to stop there. He didn't.
Hell, he thought it was sexy the way Satoru blushed and how his eyes were so surprised by the feeling. Now his glasses were in his hair. There was nowhere to hide. Sukuna could see everything through those beautiful crystal eyes.
His hips didn't stop even with Satoru's hand pushing on his lower abdomen. Sukuna let the pleasure guide him deeper and followed the sound of Satoru's strained moans. His eyes looked over his body, saw the way Satoru was shaking and how he leaned his head back over the edge of the bench to expose his neck. Sukuna's fingers held tightly on Satoru's leg and all he could think about was dragging him closer so he could be balls deep inside him.
Sex was good. All the time. But this was so much different. There was a faint blush on Sukuna's cheeks, his crimson eyes were hazy, and he was drunk on the ecstasy immediately. He wanted to ravage Satoru. He'd destroy that body until Satoru only knew him – only thought about him, asked for him, beg for him. He wanted to hear his name out of Satoru's mouth. It would sound amazing, Sukuna swore it would.
He fucked Satoru rough, though he never thought about being gentle before. He fell into his rhythm easily once he was engulfed in the perfect warmth of Satoru's hole. His muscles didn't ache the way they did after the game. It was like he was rejuvenated now that he had somewhere to put his dick. And he didn't waste the opportunity, especially when Satoru was looking up at him like he desperately wanted it.
All kinds of derogatory names filled Sukuna's head. They were on the tip of his tongue and ready to be spewed out while Satoru held that needy expression. What truly got Sukuna off was the fact that he could make Satoru look like that – look desperate for sex, like he was on the brink of falling apart with every deep thrust.
And they just only started.
That didn't stop how quickly they got into it.
What did stop them was the sound of the locker room door swinging open and a rush of voices that followed after.
The team finally made it back after a miserable game.
Both of them froze from the sudden interruption. They weren’t expecting anyone to come in. Or they forgot that the entire team was still on the field.
“Shit.” Sukuna cursed under his breath as he felt the squeezing tightness around his dick.
Satoru leaned his head back again and turned towards the noise of footsteps getting closer. He still had his leg on Sukuna’s shoulder and the last thing he wanted was to be seen like this. “Fuck- they’re gonna see us-”
“No, they won’t.” Sukuna said quickly as they moved away from each other.
Neither of them wanted the hassle of explaining why they were having sex in the locker room.
Sukuna grabbed Satoru’s wrist and pulled him around the corner of the lockers so they could hide in one of the shower stalls. They just barely escaped fast enough to not be seen. Luckily. The space was big enough for the both of them to stumble in and close the curtain behind them.
The chatter continued.
Sukuna recognized his teammates' voices as they walked by. The conversation was bleak – groans and sighs, snide comments, and some hopeless ones. Someone asked where Sukuna was and that’s when he had to think fast.
A rush of cold water came from the shower head when Sukuna turned it on.
Satoru was caught right under the water and went frigid from how cold it was. He punched Sukuna’s arm and tried to turn the handle back. “What the fuck-”
“Shh.” Sukuna hissed back at him. “They won’t bother us if they think I’m taking a shower-”
“It’s fucking cold!”
“Yeah, yeah.” Sukuna didn’t mind the water. Nothing was more uncomfortable than the idea of being found out with his dick out.
The voices stayed in the front part of the locker room. Sukuna waited until it sounded like no one would come near them. The noise got quieter and all Sukuna could hear now was one person talking. They were probably going over the game now.
He let out a quiet breath of relief. Sure, he was standing under cold water with Satoru right in front of him, neither of them with all their clothes on, but at least no one bothered to get sneaky and take a better look.
It wasn’t ideal to hide here the entire time, though there wasn’t much they could do. The water warmed up and was no longer unsettling to be under. The space was tight – Sukuna’s nose just barely grazed Satoru’s cheek, and he breathed deep against Satoru’s ear. Sukuna had his hands on the tile wall and held his weight so he wouldn’t topple over on Satoru. And Satoru…well, there were plenty of places to put his hands, but the only way for him to keep balance in the small space was to have one hand on Sukuna’s arm.
Their hips were almost pressed together. Just almost. But that didn’t stop the way their dicks rubbed against each other with every breath they took. That was the unsettling feeling – knowing that the two of them were still hard and horny, and the proof was sliding against each other.
It only got worse by the second.
Sukuna was blushing, not from embarrassment, but because he desperately wanted to go back to what he was doing. The hot water definitely didn’t help. His whole body felt like it was burning. He was tensing up again and so was Satoru.
He tried to pull away slightly, but he didn’t get that far when his eyes met Satoru’s.
Their own moment of silence was drowned out by the water spraying over them. Their hair mashed around their face and stuck to their skin.
They wouldn’t have to speak to know what the other was thinking.
Would it be so wrong to keep going?
They were still hard and still desperate.
Sukuna was practically thinking with his dick in his hand and Satoru was seconds away from just jerking off by himself.
By the look in their eyes, it seemed like it didn’t matter that there were people nearby them. They technically had their own little space and wouldn’t get caught if they stayed quiet…
They knew exactly what to do next.
Sukuna shoved Satoru on the shower seat, not because he wanted to be aggressive but because he knew that Satoru liked it. That smug smile was on his lips as he opened his legs just for Sukuna to move between them.
The interruption was hardly a turn off for them.
They went right back to fucking as if there wasn’t a whole team right outside.
They swallowed each other’s moans with their deep kisses, drank each other up and took each other’s breath away.
Sukuna’s thrusts were deep and Satoru could feel every inch of him reaching even deeper. His arms wrapped around Sukuna’s body, his fingers digging into his skin. Each thrust made him want to scream out from how good it was. It was Sukuna’s lips that kept him quiet enough. His whimpers were drowned out by the water splashing on the floor and by the sloppy kisses Sukuna didn’t hold back on.
Sukuna’s hips jerked forward again and again. His pace only quickened as he felt the scratching pain on his back. Satoru was digging hard but that gave Sukuna more incentive to fuck him harder. He loved the pain just as much as Satoru did.
It was probably the best way he had ever released stress.
It was midnight when the two of them decided to go to a diner. Being caught together wasn’t a good look so they had to wait it out until the entire team was gone. Did they fuck the entire time? Yes, they did, without any regrets. They worked up an appetite by playing around with each other.
They had to go somewhere where no one would be. Even if they fucked, they couldn’t be seen together unless they were fighting.
They sat across from each other at the furthest table. It didn’t matter since they were the only two there.
Sukuna had extra clothes for them to wear. Not that he wanted Satoru wearing his sweater that had his name on it, he had no choice when Satoru started to annoy the hell out of him. The second his erection went away, the post nut clarity set in and everything Satoru said annoyed him. The oversized sweater was something Satoru could get used to, though. He purposely made faces at Sukuna while flaunting the large sleeves.
Satoru ordered the largest sundae he could get with all the toppings on the menu, curtesy of Sukuna because it was his idea to fuck in the shower and get their clothes wet.
“You know, I need my glasses back.” Satoru said as he dug his spoon into the whipped cream.
“You’re doing fine without them.” Sukuna rolled his eyes.
They couldn’t find the glasses once they went back into the locker room. The mess that Sukuna left with his uniform was still there, but the pair of dark glasses were gone. Sukuna didn’t think it was that big a deal but Satoru mentioned it multiple times while they were sitting in the diner.
“The lights give me migraines.”
“That seems like a you problem.” Like usual, Sukuna didn’t have any sympathy for Satoru. He watched Satoru eat the large spoonful of whipped cream and go for another bite. “You can’t finish that by yourself.” He wasn’t amused. In fact, his face almost twisted in disgust.
“Don’t worry about me, Sukuna. I can handle myself just fine.”
“Within the first day of your single life, you managed to literally jump on someone else’s dick.”
“Don’t be scared, you can say it was yours.” Satoru licked the spoon. “Honestly, it probably would’ve been anyone. I’m just not…” He trailed off as he twirled his spoon between his fingers. That sad look returned to his eyes and it annoyed Sukuna some more.
“Look, break ups suck but I’m not here to be your support toy.”
“All that confidence but nothing to show for it.” Satoru sighed.
“Yeah, yeah,” Sukuna remained irritated as he looked to the side. Satoru began to smile though, so he guessed that something good came out of tonight.
“Here.” Satoru put the spoon on the opposite side of the sundae to get the strawberry ice cream with sprinkles. “Some ice cream might actually mellow you out,” he said and leaned over the table to bring the spoon closer to Sukuna’s mouth.
He might’ve actually indulged in Satoru’s stupid shenanigans since they were the only two here.
Just as that thought crossed his mind, the door to the dinner opened and three drunk college students stumbled in. They toppled over each other and landed on the floor while laughing and groaning.
“Ah!” Yuuji shouted and pointed towards the other end of the diner where Sukuna and Satoru were sitting.
The two of them had stopped immediately when they saw Yuuji, Megumi, and Nobara on the floor. It wasn’t a good look – Satoru holding a spoon towards Sukuna as if he was going to feed him.
“Ugh, I’m gonna be so fucking sick.” Nobara crawled away as Megumi stayed face flat on the floor.
“They’re drunk, they won’t remember this.” Satoru decided to take the bite of the ice cream instead. "Chances are we can give them a few more shots and make them black out. That way they won't remember anything from tonight. It might be at the expense of them dying but…you know, you do what you have to to survive." He said his plan casually.
Sukuna stared at him, mildly concerned but not that surprised. "You just let anything come out of your mouth."
“None of them will shut up if they found out you molested me-”
“‘Molested’? Strange word choice for someone who looked like they touched God a while ago-”
“That’s a bit of an exaggeration.”
“I saw the look on your face-”
“You had the same look on yours.”
They stared at each other again. Their silence was a test to see who could really come out on top – who could say the triggering statement. It was either they really start a fight…or they fuck on the table. It was hard to tell what would happen next.