neptune

his breath is ragged as if he ran to catch you. right before you were about to leave.

"please," he whispers.

you can't bring yourself to look at him, let alone turn around. you can feel him. despite the chilly air, his presence makes itself known. the commanding structure tearing through the force of nature. it's intimidating at the very least.

"look at me."

"no."

"please, i know what i did. just look at me please," sukuna speaks gently. you never knew he could sound like that. so soft, gentle, like his voice was a part of the orchestra played by the wind and the stray leaves it took into the air.

"i'm not here to fight with you," he continues. "i want to make it right again."

i know. it sucks that i know that's why you're here.

"i told you that i'm done with you," you say, but it sounds more like you're trying to convince yourself. it's not over. it's never really over with him. "leave."

"i can't," he answers.

"i moved on, sukuna," you state with a strong exhale. "i'm not going to do this with you anymore. it's over."

"is it?" he asks, slightly arrogant. like he knows. like he knows you could never be done with him. there was no moving on from him, no escape. like that point of contact in this very moment meant he could read every crevice of your mind, see how much of him its filled with. how you can't sleep at night, not knowing whether the two of you will ever work it out. how you wake up in the morning, pick up your phone to see if he's texted—whether it was something snarky about geto or about making things right.

maybe there would be one day you'd move on. forget sukuna. but, right now, in this very second, standing here, your heart palpitates at the thought of him. and he's manifested into your space, making it worse.

you make the mistake of peering back, bringing your hand up as to shake him off. except it pulls him closer.

you accidentally make eye contact with him.

his eyebrows are drawn in, eyes sparkling. crescent bags hang under his eyes, lips pursed.

and, as if all of that isn't enough, it starts raining. a bit at first. water spitting down at the two of you. behind him is the blank canvas of the night, lightning striking down the landscape.

your body turns before your mind can catch up.

you're alone, face-to-face after weeks of being apart.

"is it over?" he asks again.

you can't answer his question.

"i've been horrible to the one person who didn't deserve it," sukuna says. "you deserve happiness, security and love and i couldn't provide that for you. i left you when it mattered the most. i reacted unfairly towards you and others because i couldn't take it when you tried to move on."

he grabs your other hand, looking into your eyes, searching for something that is trying very hard to hide. it hits your heart, him admitting that he was wrong.

"i'm sorry, y/n," he apologises, gripping your wrist tightly. "i'm so fucking sorry."

for once, words don't leave your mouth. for someone who could out-talk the entire world, you're speechless.

"i'm sorry, okay? i'm sorry. fuck, i'll tell you until i die if you want me to. just take me back. let me be a part of your life again."

there's a whiny end to his words. still deep but slightly elongated. like he's trying to make the moment last longer by any means.

you sigh, "i-i don't know."

"what do you want me to do?" he asks immediately, barely letting you finish your sentence. the rain comes down harder, dampening your heads, "do you want me to get on my knees and plead? i'll do it."

"no—"

sukuna kneels down, never letting go of your hands. he looks up at you from where he is, large eyes too dangerous. your breath hitches in your throat and a small laugh comes out at last, "you can't be serious right now."

"i've never been more serious in my life," he deadpans. "i'm not leaving the ground until you take me back."

you stare at each other, letting the sound of the rain hit the pavement. no one's around you right now and even if there was, you don't think you'd be aware of it. your eyes are on him, consumed by him.

"it all comes back to you, y/n," he says. "i've never felt this way for anyone before, i don't think i'll ever be able to again. please take me back."

it's funny.

you can see his heart beating in his eyes.

begging for you.

a primal need for you.

the past few weeks have challenged every notion you've had of sukuna. his care for you, potential love, his temper and his way of thinking. but the moment he kneeled down, it answered them together.

his heart, warmth and comfort—it all comes back to you. you've managed to claim them. when you're not there, he can't handle them on his own.

"i need you. i can't be a man without you."

that agony is replaced with something lighter. butterflies flying in a meadow during the peak of spring.

you smile down at him.

you turn away.

he shakes your hands, "look at me. please. tell me you want to make it work. please, baby."

you know the answer.

you've always known the answer.

this is what you wanted. more than what you wanted, in fact.

you only expected him to talk to you. but to be begging you, full submission, knees grazing against the wet pavement? this is a man who truly cannot live without you. who are you to deny it?

yes, sukuna has done you dirty multiple times. he's been evil, he's hit people in your name and he has so much wrongness within him, but above all that, he loves you. and, if you're honest, this is making you realise you might be in love with him too.

this feels nice.

you might never get a chance to see him like this again.

perhaps you should play one last game.

one last game to drive him insane.

"what will happen if i forgive you?" you ask him, pretending to be serious.

sukuna looks around, mind running at a hundred miles, "anything you want. you want the ownership to my house? my shop?"

you laugh, "seriously?"

"yes. i'll take you on dates, i'll—" sukuna furrows his eyebrows and tilts his head at you, "you're fucking with me, aren't you?"

"n-no! i'm still mad!"

"yeah, right," sukuna blurts out. he yanks you down, allowing you to fall onto his hard chest. he catches you by the waist, "leave, then."

"you're trapping me, dumbass. how can i leave?!" you ask, smacking his hect.

sukuna looks away, dropping his arms to his sides, "go on, then. leave. and i'll probably run myself into a tree."

"are you threatening me with suicide?" you ask, grabbing his jaw to face you.

he shrugs, "no. i'm just saying what will happen."

"you are so stupid," you reply. "clean your fucking mouth."

"do you forgive me?" he asks again, eyes full of hope.

you're practically soaked in the rain. but neither of you could care. your answer would make or break this.

"if i didn't, i would've left the moment you held my wrist," you finally answer.

he's quiet for a second. mulling over your words. then, scrutinises over it, "so, we're good?"

"yes!" you exclaim.

"fuck, finally," he sighs. "oh, yeah. one more thing, i love you."

"i know," you nod. "i mean! i love you too, but i know."

"yeah, after this performance, how could you not?"

"i mean, i been told."

he thinks for a second.

then, he nods along as if understanding how you could've come to know about it.

"not mad?" you ask, surprised by the calmness.

"have a lot to fix with those idiots," he says, tucking your hair behind your ear, one hand holding your back to steady you on him. "lots to apologise for. but i'll save it for another day."

"o-oh? okay," you say to him. "so, like, do you want to keep being unlabelled with me?"

"fuck no!" sukuna shouts. "you're my woman now."

"elaborate."

"we're getting married next week."

you gasp. then, realise it's very well a joke, "you had me for a second. okay, that's like the craziest way to say i'm your girlfriend."

"for now," he says. "i'm going to marry you one day."

"have to ask geto first," you frown.

sukuna's face falls.

you wrap your arms around his neck, "i'm kiddingggg! is it a bad time to tell you that i used him to make your jealous?"

"i knew it," he sneers at you. "evil, fucking woman."

"hey! i'm your evil, fucking woman now."

"right. what misery have i entangled myself to?"

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SUMMARY ★ he believes you don't matter to him. just one more annoying fangirl. showing up to his races, being obnoxiously chatty and your flirting—god, does it end? sukuna dreads you. however, he starts reciprocating, as a joke, of course! until it doesn't feel like a joke anymore and he wants nothing but you on his side.

PAIRING ★ streetracer!sukuna x fem!reader

CONTENT WARNINGS / GENRES / TAGS ★ smau w/ written chapters, smut, angst, sukuna is a lot older than reader, older brother to choso and yuji, he was in jail for getting caught racing LOL, nsfw/vulgar jokes like allll the time, inumaki talks (UNFORTUNATELY), sukuna playing w her feelings, he is toxic!

his breath is ragged as if he ran to catch you. right before you were about to leave.

"please," he whispers.

you can't bring yourself to look at him, let alone turn around. you can feel him. despite the chilly air, his presence makes itself known. the commanding structure tearing through the force of nature. it's intimidating at the very least.

"look at me."

"no."

"please, i know what i did. just look at me please," sukuna speaks gently. you never knew he could sound like that. so soft, gentle, like his voice was a part of the orchestra played by the wind and the stray leaves it took into the air.

"i'm not here to fight with you," he continues. "i want to make it right again."

i know. it sucks that i know that's why you're here.

"i told you that i'm done with you," you say, but it sounds more like you're trying to convince yourself. it's not over. it's never really over with him. "leave."

"i can't," he answers.

"i moved on, sukuna," you state with a strong exhale. "i'm not going to do this with you anymore. it's over."

"is it?" he asks, slightly arrogant. like he knows. like he knows you could never be done with him. there was no moving on from him, no escape. like that point of contact in this very moment meant he could read every crevice of your mind, see how much of him its filled with. how you can't sleep at night, not knowing whether the two of you will ever work it out. how you wake up in the morning, pick up your phone to see if he's texted—whether it was something snarky about geto or about making things right.

maybe there would be one day you'd move on. forget sukuna. but, right now, in this very second, standing here, your heart palpitates at the thought of him. and he's manifested into your space, making it worse.

you make the mistake of peering back, bringing your hand up as to shake him off. except it pulls him closer.

you accidentally make eye contact with him.

his eyebrows are drawn in, eyes sparkling. crescent bags hang under his eyes, lips pursed.

and, as if all of that isn't enough, it starts raining. a bit at first. water spitting down at the two of you. behind him is the blank canvas of the night, lightning striking down the landscape.

your body turns before your mind can catch up.

you're alone, face-to-face after weeks of being apart.

"is it over?" he asks again.

you can't answer his question.

"i've been horrible to the one person who didn't deserve it," sukuna says. "you deserve happiness, security and love and i couldn't provide that for you. i left you when it mattered the most. i reacted unfairly towards you and others because i couldn't take it when you tried to move on."

he grabs your other hand, looking into your eyes, searching for something that is trying very hard to hide. it hits your heart, him admitting that he was wrong.

"i'm sorry, y/n," he apologises, gripping your wrist tightly. "i'm so fucking sorry."

for once, words don't leave your mouth. for someone who could out-talk the entire world, you're speechless.

"i'm sorry, okay? i'm sorry. fuck, i'll tell you until i die if you want me to. just take me back. let me be a part of your life again."

there's a whiny end to his words. still deep but slightly elongated. like he's trying to make the moment last longer by any means.

you sigh, "i-i don't know."

"what do you want me to do?" he asks immediately, barely letting you finish your sentence. the rain comes down harder, dampening your heads, "do you want me to get on my knees and plead? i'll do it."

"no—"

sukuna kneels down, never letting go of your hands. he looks up at you from where he is, large eyes too dangerous. your breath hitches in your throat and a small laugh comes out at last, "you can't be serious right now."

"i've never been more serious in my life," he deadpans. "i'm not leaving the ground until you take me back."

you stare at each other, letting the sound of the rain hit the pavement. no one's around you right now and even if there was, you don't think you'd be aware of it. your eyes are on him, consumed by him.

"it all comes back to you, y/n," he says. "i've never felt this way for anyone before, i don't think i'll ever be able to again. please take me back."

it's funny.

you can see his heart beating in his eyes.

begging for you.

a primal need for you.

the past few weeks have challenged every notion you've had of sukuna. his care for you, potential love, his temper and his way of thinking. but the moment he kneeled down, it answered them together.

his heart, warmth and comfort—it all comes back to you. you've managed to claim them. when you're not there, he can't handle them on his own.

"i need you. i can't be a man without you."

that agony is replaced with something lighter. butterflies flying in a meadow during the peak of spring.

you smile down at him.

you turn away.

he shakes your hands, "look at me. please. tell me you want to make it work. please, baby."

you know the answer.

you've always known the answer.

this is what you wanted. more than what you wanted, in fact.

you only expected him to talk to you. but to be begging you, full submission, knees grazing against the wet pavement? this is a man who truly cannot live without you. who are you to deny it?

yes, sukuna has done you dirty multiple times. he's been evil, he's hit people in your name and he has so much wrongness within him, but above all that, he loves you. and, if you're honest, this is making you realise you might be in love with him too.

this feels nice.

you might never get a chance to see him like this again.

perhaps you should play one last game.

one last game to drive him insane.

"what will happen if i forgive you?" you ask him, pretending to be serious.

sukuna looks around, mind running at a hundred miles, "anything you want. you want the ownership to my house? my shop?"

you laugh, "seriously?"

"yes. i'll take you on dates, i'll—" sukuna furrows his eyebrows and tilts his head at you, "you're fucking with me, aren't you?"

"n-no! i'm still mad!"

"yeah, right," sukuna blurts out. he yanks you down, allowing you to fall onto his hard chest. he catches you by the waist, "leave, then."

"you're trapping me, dumbass. how can i leave?!" you ask, smacking his hect.

sukuna looks away, dropping his arms to his sides, "go on, then. leave. and i'll probably run myself into a tree."

"are you threatening me with suicide?" you ask, grabbing his jaw to face you.

he shrugs, "no. i'm just saying what will happen."

"you are so stupid," you reply. "clean your fucking mouth."

"do you forgive me?" he asks again, eyes full of hope.

you're practically soaked in the rain. but neither of you could care. your answer would make or break this.

"if i didn't, i would've left the moment you held my wrist," you finally answer.

he's quiet for a second. mulling over your words. then, scrutinises over it, "so, we're good?"

"yes!" you exclaim.

"fuck, finally," he sighs. "oh, yeah. one more thing, i love you."

"i know," you nod. "i mean! i love you too, but i know."

"yeah, after this performance, how could you not?"

"i mean, i been told."

he thinks for a second.

then, he nods along as if understanding how you could've come to know about it.

"not mad?" you ask, surprised by the calmness.

"have a lot to fix with those idiots," he says, tucking your hair behind your ear, one hand holding your back to steady you on him. "lots to apologise for. but i'll save it for another day."

"o-oh? okay," you say to him. "so, like, do you want to keep being unlabelled with me?"

"fuck no!" sukuna shouts. "you're my woman now."

"elaborate."

"we're getting married next week."

you gasp. then, realise it's very well a joke, "you had me for a second. okay, that's like the craziest way to say i'm your girlfriend."

"for now," he says. "i'm going to marry you one day."

"have to ask geto first," you frown.

sukuna's face falls.

you wrap your arms around his neck, "i'm kiddingggg! is it a bad time to tell you that i used him to make your jealous?"

"i knew it," he sneers at you. "evil, fucking woman."

"hey! i'm your evil, fucking woman now."

"right. what misery have i entangled myself to?"

PREV | MASTERLIST | NEXT

SUMMARY ★ he believes you don't matter to him. just one more annoying fangirl. showing up to his races, being obnoxiously chatty and your flirting—god, does it end? sukuna dreads you. however, he starts reciprocating, as a joke, of course! until it doesn't feel like a joke anymore and he wants nothing but you on his side.

PAIRING ★ streetracer!sukuna x fem!reader

CONTENT WARNINGS / GENRES / TAGS ★ smau w/ written chapters, smut, angst, sukuna is a lot older than reader, older brother to choso and yuji, he was in jail for getting caught racing LOL, nsfw/vulgar jokes like allll the time, inumaki talks (UNFORTUNATELY), sukuna playing w her feelings, he is toxic!