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You thanked Itadori as he held the door open for you to pass through, placing a hand on your waist to pull you to the side as the rush of people nearly trampled you.
"I heard Professor Gojo's midterm is a bitch, but it's apparently just os he can weed people out. The final is supposed to be easier," you said, holding back a laugh as Itadori groaned loudly yet again.
"I bet he secretly enjoys seeing us all suffer," he grumbled, dragging his hand down his face. The two of you were making your way across to campus, as per your typical end of week routine. Every Friday after Professor Gojo's class, Itadori made sure to walk you to your dorm before going to his frat house. You still struggled to wrap your head around the fact that he was in a frat. His hair was a soft pink and he was respectful, very different from the frat guys you had the misfortune of meeting during welcome week in your first year. That's actually how the two of you had met, Itadori dragging one of his plastered brothers away from you and apologizing profusely, despite just being a prospect at that point and having no obligation to either of you. You remember running into him the next morning, offering to buy him coffee as a thanks and thus your friendship began.
You unlocked you door, sticking your head in to see if your roommate was there before stepping aside to let Itadori in. He sat on the corner of your bed as if it were his first time in the room and he wanted to take up as little room as possible.
"Remember, I'm bringing my roommate to the party tonight, hopefully you two hit things off," you said, noticing the sour look that passed over his face, "and before you start whining, I swear she's nice. At least meet her before you decide against it."
Itadori huffed in disapproval, crossing his arms across his chest. You shook your head in disbelief at his resistance. Over the years, you had been trying to set Itadori up with someone. In your first year, Itadori had introduced you to his roommate Megumi, who you immediately hit it off with. The two of you were seeing each other for a few months, before deciding that you were better off being friends. Despite the relationship failing, you were still grateful that Itadori had introduced you two and have been spending the last 3 years trying to set him up with people. He always had an excuse when turning the offers down, but you believed that it was more because he was worried about how people viewed him. He was in an attractive guy in a frat and on the track team, and he confided that people often viewed him as someone who didn't have time for relationships or someone who didn't care for much else besides what was going in his life. Your roommate was going to be your last attempt at being a wingman for him. Nobara was beautiful and the least judgemental person you had ever met, so you hoped Itadori would at least give her a chance.
You shooed him out after seeing her text you that she was on her way from her last class. You showered in the meantime, standing in front of your closet in a towel as you decided what to wear to the party.
"The red top looks better with your skin," You lifted your head to see Nobara walking in, walking straight to the bathroom just as quickly. You took the red crop top out, placing it on your bed and began changing while Nobara showered. After slipping into the top and some black jeans, you sat down the do your hair and makeup. You could hear Nobara singing in the shower, making you smile softly, The two of them would be a good pair, you just hoped Itadori was open to it. Despite the image people had of him, he truly cared for others and deserved someone who would care about him with just as much strength. Although, you were going to kill Nobara if she kicked you out of your own room to sleep with him. You scrunched your nose up at the thought, patiently waiting for her to get ready. Norbara did a twirl for you, her chin length hair sticking to her cheeks due to it still being slightly wet form the shower. You gave her a thumbs up, smiling widely before standing up so the two of you could leave.
When you arrived at the frat house, you were surprised to see the amount fo people there. You left early so there would be less people, but clearly that didn't matter. The door was wide open, people streaming in and out to get drinks and dance inside, or smoke on the lawn or just chat where you could easily hear each other.
"Let's go get drinks," Nobara said, her hand grabbing yours and tugging you towards the kitchen. You nodded and pulled your phone out, attempting to text Itadori with one hand as Nobara led you through the crowd. Once you got to the kitchen, you felt your head crash into someone's shoulder followed by them yelping in surprise.
"I'm sorry about that- oh hey," You looked up to see Megumi standing them, his hand dripping with the beer you had made him spill. He glared at you before shaking his hand, droplets splattering before wiping it off with a tissue. His glare settled into a flat expression as he pulled you into a hug, kissing the top of your head.
"I didn't think this was your scene."
"Really, what gave you that idea?" Megumi's face settled back into the glare as someone knocked into him yet again.
"Megumi, this is my roommate Nobara, I'm going to introduce her to Itadori," You said, taking one of the drinks out of her hands and watching as the two of them exchanged awkward nods. They both looked so out of place there. You weren't a huge partygoer yourself, but you hoped the alcohol would loosen all of you up enough to enjoy the night. Megumi nodded again as he took another sip from his beer, patting you on the back and stepping to the side.
"I'll tell him to come here, he's probably up to no good anyways. Nice meeting you," he waved before disappearing into the sea of people.
"You have really attractive friends," Nobara nodded in approval, hopping onto the counter and taking a sip from her drink.
"Duh, that's why I'm friends with you too," you laughed, poking her cheek with your finger. Nobara began ranting about her philosophy professor, finishing her drink and beginning to drink yours. Before she could get very far in her story, Itadori came lumbering in, a look of pure excitement on his face as he saw you. You had only seen Itadori drunk a few times, but when he was it was like those children who get so excited that they just run towards things with no regard for anything or anyone around them. He screamed your name and stopped you up into a hug, accidentally knocking your back against the fridge. Nobara hopped off the counter awkwardly, coughing and trying to straighten her shorts out as she stood up.
"Itadori, this is Nobara, my friend that I was telling you about," you tried to step to the side, but Itadori still had his arms around you like you were a toy that someone was going to rip away from him. Megumi was watching from the doorway with an amused grin on his face, as if he knew something was going to happen that you didn't. Itadori looked Nobara up and down before huffing and turning, burying his face in your shoulder. Nobara's face began turning red as she realized that was his drunken attempt at rejecting her and she grabbed him by the hood of his sweater, yanking him off you. Despite being a fairly small person, Nobara was very confrontational and while she wouldn't actually hurt anyone, she would sure as hell try and intimidate or knock some sense into someone.
"Hey asshole, next time don't agree to let your friend set you up with someone when you know you were going to say no anyways," She hissed, dropping his collar and brushing her hands off on her shorts. She handed you your cup that she had refilled earlier, shaking her head in disappointment as she walked away. Your eyes widened as you met Megumi's across the room, pushing Itadori away and following Nobara. She was already on the lawn by the time you caught up with her, stopped in her tracks after running into another girl she seemed to know. You awkwardly stood there until Nobara held a single finger up to her friend to indicate she would only be a minute, turning to walk towards you.
"That was messed up, I'm so sorry. I didn't think he would do that. Really, I would have never-" Nobara cut you off by putting her palm flat on your face and startling you. You heard her snicker as she pulled her hand back, a soft smile on her face.
"Hey, it's his loss. It's all good. Go back and enjoy the party, I'm about to catch up with my friend Maki." You looked past her to see the girl she was speaking to earlier lift her cup as a sign of greeting to you, which you repeated in response. You asked Nobara if she was sure a few more times until she began pushing you back towards the doorway herself. You stumbled back inside, taking a large gulp of your drink and wincing at whatever concoction Nobara had made earlier. It burned all the way down and you immediately felt your mind go fuzzy. Megumi was on the staircase, Itadori's arm hooked over his shoulders as he helped him up the stairs. You tried not to trip again as you followed them up the stairs, walking into the room shortly after Megumi flopped Itadori on the bed.
"Can I have a word with him?" You asked and Megumi nodded, ducking out of the room and shutting the door behind him. You locked it so no one walked inside looking for an empty room and turned towards Itadori with irritation. He was flat against the bed, whining about how the room was too warm and attempted to take his sweater off. You finished off your drink hoping that it would give you the strength you needed to deal with this situation, placing the empty cup on the desk and helping Itadori with his sweater. His shirt slid off with it, leaving him shirtless. You found yourself forgetting what you wanted to say to him as your eyes traced his torso, watching a bead of sweat drip from his neck down his chest. You slapped your cheeks to snap out of it, glaring at him again. You took your phone out of your pocket, making the ringer was on in case Nobara or Megumi needed to reach you, and placed it on the side table.
"What the hell was that? You're lucky she so cool and wasn't offended, that was a really shitty thing to do," You were struggling to keep your voice steady. Your arms were crossed and Itadori leaned forward, yanking your arm down and making you lose balance, causing you to fall onto the bed too.
"Do you ever wonder why I always turn down your attempts to set me up with people?" He shifted his body so he was hovering over you slightly, your wrist wrapped in his hand. The alcohol in his system made him slur his words, the tongue piercing he got as a frat dare clacking against his teeth when he stumbled through the sentence.
"I'm not trying to waste your time, I just know what I want." Suddenly your mind was no longer fuzzy and you were focused on how close he was. You could see his dark brown roots growing into his pink hair, how his light brown eyes seemed so bright despite his eyes being half shut. He had tan lines from running in the sun for track practice and your eyes dropped down his torso for a moment before his fingers were on your chin, tipping your head up.
"I want you," his voice was barely above a whisper as his lips brushed against yours. You wasted no time to close the gap, your hands moving to his hair as you pulled him closer. Itadori slid you further back on the bed so he could comfortably hover over you, his leg slotting between yours. You weren't sure if it were just the alcohol or the fact that you hadn't been laid in a while, or maybe it was just that the tension between you two had been ignored for far too long, but you found yourself grinding down on his thigh. He moved his leg against you, a small noise coming from the back of your throat.
"You okay?" Itadori chuckled, pulling back and taking his leg away. You practically whined at the loss of contact, making his smirk grow even wider. You kissed him again, slipping your tongue into his mouth. His piercing grazed the roof of your mouth, sending a shiver down your spine at the new feeling. You had always wondered what it felt like, but it never occurred to you that you and Itadori was something that could happen. Hell, you were making out with him on his bed and you still weren't registering it as something that was happening.
"Can I go down on you?" He asked and you almost sputtered at how blunt he was. This Itadori was different from the bashful boy who sat on the corner of your bed and could barely maintain eye contact with you. His hair was pushed back from you running your hands through it and you choked out a yes as he started trailing kisses down your body. He slid off your jeans and panties in a fluid motion, tossing them in the corner before settling in between your legs. Before you could say anything, his mouth was on you, his tongue circling your clit. Your hands immediately went to his hair as he continued his motion, the metal of his tongue piercing still somewhat cool despite how warm his tongue felt against you. You felt yourself rolling your hips against him, practically riding his tongue. You heard your phone ring from the bed side table, making your eyes fly open as you turned to see who it was. Itadori pulled away, looking up at you with an amused smile as he motioned for you to pick up.
"Wouldn't want anyone to be worried now would we?" You rolled your eyes as you picked up, greeting Megumi on the other end.
"Hey, just checking how things are going with Itadori. Hopefully you didn't kill him yet."
Before you could respond, Itadori was back between your legs, sliding his tongue between your slit and moving it back to flick your clit. You tried to push his head off as you motioned to the phone alarmingly, coughing awkwardly and telling Megumi to give you a moment.
"Be a good girl and answer his question." The way Itadori said that made you melt against the bed, and his hands on your hips rocking you back and forth didn't help either.
"Yeah hey sorry, its okay. I just tore him a new one for being a d-dick," your voice quivered as he sucked your bundle of nerves between his lips.
"Are you sure everything is alright?" You nodded to yourself before remembering Megumi was on the phone, your thoughts all over the place. All you could focus was how you could feel the coil in your stomach building up before it snapped and how Itadori was gripping your thighs and pulling you closer as if he couldn't get enough of you.
"Yeah everything is fine. I'll see you LATER." The last word had become a yelp as Itadori inserted a finger into your heat. You hung up as fast as possible, putting your phone on the bed side table again and looking at him incredulously.
"What the hell was that?"
"You're really going to tell me you didn't like that?" Itadori pulled off and lifted his finger to show you how slick it was, his face dripping with your juices too. Before you could answer, he moved back down, continue to run his tongue over and in you, adding two fingers this time. You felt your breathing get more shallow as you screwed your eyes shut, trying to focus on the waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Suddenly Itadori quickened his pace and his fingers in addition to him sucking on your clit had you cumming without warning on his tongue. He lapped everything up, slowly running his tongue around your folds and on your thigh to make sure you were all cleaned up. He pulled away and you felt your eyes drooping shut. The drink Nobara had poured for you in combination with the best orgasm you had in a while had made you extremely tired, but you didn't want to be one of those people who just came and didn't take care of the other person.
"You came pretty hard, you must be tired," Itadori laughed, getting up and walking over to his closet. He opened it, pulling out a black t-shirt and walking back to you.
"No no I have to return the favor," you mumbled, willing a yawn away. Itadori just laughed again, lifting your arms so he could slide your t-shirt off, slipping his t-shirt on instead. He pushed you back softly onto the bed, kissing your forehead and pulling the cover over you.
"Next time," the smile on his face was soft and stint, like he expected you to disappear the next morning and for him to wake up to an empty bed. You also weren't really sure of what happened, but the way he held you felt way too real. You could feel the rise and fall of his chest as he held you close, a scent the mixture of sweat and citrus rising off his body. You were just about to ask him what body was he used that smelled so strongly of orange, but the words seemed to fade away as you lulled to sleep.