lilith.

you didn’t know how you let it get this bad again. it was one moment where you seemed to be getting better before it all came crumbling down. you were studying one moment, seated on the floor, before your brain was flooded with every momentary thing you did wrong—it was all seconds before you could feel your throat close in on you. the room started to feel too big, too small all at once, your eyes brimming with tears threatening to spill, while your body seemed to close in on itself.

the very second it began you wanted to will it to stop. you hated it. it made your skin crawl and it made you feel like everything seemed to crumble over virtually nothing.

you needed something, someone to ground you—the only person who’d seen you like this was shoko, and she had forced her way into your mind and heart in ways that terrified you. but she knew you, she could help.

you fumbled around the room, your face now streaming tears, your breath coming out in short spurts like you were drowning.

“shoko..shoko..” was all you mumbled before rummaging your contacts list, before typing out a very scrambled and frantic—

y.n: i need you. come over. pleade

sukuna: i’m omw.

your head was far too gone to notice who you’d texted at the time, too busy trying to force yourself to breathe normally while you were curled up in the floor, slowly knocking against your head just to make it stop.

you were slowly crumbling, right before you heard a curt nod at your door.

you unlocked it, your head held low, right before you were going to jump into shoko’s arms, you looked up.

“hey—woah what happened to you?”

“you’re not shoko.” you gasped out, your face flushed, your eyes still hot with tears.

“no…i’m not.” is all he said, standing in your doorway while you spiralled.

sukuna had never found himself in a situation like this. he was used to short conversations, drunken rambling, but not this. he’d never seen you out of your entire collected, calm facade, he could feel pits form in his stomach when you saw your tear stained face, the way you hiccuped every moment while trying to get your words out.

“im sorry i’m so sorry i meant to call shoko—i’m so sorry kuna.” you gasped out, your eyes still teary, you so desperately wanted it to stop. you were embarrassed beyond belief, of all people.

“hey hey it’s okay—what’s wrong?” he was awkward, clumsy, but he wanted to help.

your relationship with each other was steady, something where it wasn’t enough to constitute something romantic, but something that was far beyond platonic too. it was messy hookups, late night drives, getting drunk on rooftops and singing like there wasn’t another soul in the world.

“i can’t, kuna i can’t—” you were slowly stepping away from him, still gasping for air while your vision blurred before you, slowly trying to hiccup your tears away. he can’t see you like this. he’ll leave you behind. and everything you’d built so far was going to crumble because you were an idiot.

right before you sat back down, you could feel sukuna slowly grab your wrists, before leaning to look at you.

“may i..?” he asked, his voice uncharacteristically soft, softer than you’d ever heard him before.

“it’s okay, i’m not going anywhere, sweetheart, i was just caught off guard.” he hoped to god he was saying the right things.

you slowly leaned into his touch, your voice hoarse, your face still streaming, your vision still blurry as ever, but his arms slowly enveloped you, carrying you over to your couch, his arms around you while you slowly sobbed into his chest.

“do you…wanna talk about it?”

you slowly shook your head,

“that’s alright. whenever you’re ready.”

your breathing was still unsteady, still sobbing into sukuna’s chest while you mumbled little apologies for soaking his possibly very expensive sweatshirt.

he slowly cupped your cheeks, slowly wiping away what seemed to be endless tears while you clutched at his shirt, still in his arms while you sobbed.

sukuna was terrible at this—he was a man of a few words, but that was okay, you didn’t need many words right now. you were steady in his arms while he slowly patted your head, until your hiccups seemed to slow. he was unused to this, but he wanted you beyond what words he could conjure up. he wanted to shatter this weird limbo the two of you were stuck in. he wanted to be yours. but until then, he’d always be here, rocking you in his arms until your sobs slowed to slow snores into his chest.

he’d never been more grateful that you called the wrong number, and neither were you. he was here, he was quiet, unsure, panicked but he was there. he didn’t freak and he didn’t run from it, and that meant more to you than words would ever say.

ITS BACK. @yoonsucks @yorikae

nerd!gojo, who’s never late to class, he’s always on time, seated in his designated seat at the front of the glass, his pretty glasses framing his gorgeous eyes to perfection, his books laid out neat and lined up before him—there is absolutely nothing about him that seems to be out of place.

nerd!gojo, who’s a little awkward, a tad bit shy, his hands always rubbing the back of his neck when he tries to talk to you, his ears always the prettiest red when you compliment him.

nerd!gojo, who has the biggest crush on you, you’re smart, fierce, bold, and you can keep up with him, and on paper you seem to be exactly the kind of confident that he’s not.

nerd!gojo, who’s ecstatic when he realises the two of you are partnered on a project! this is finally his chance to get to know you, he just hopes you’ll never figure out what he’s so desperately trying to hide from you.

nerd!gojo, who’s always a bumbling, stuttering and flustered mess around you, he tries his best to be cool he swears! but he just can’t—not when you’re that pretty, and that close to him.

nerd!gojo, who’s always giving you the sweetest compliments, he wants to be the ideal project partner too! always getting his work done on time, getting you your favourite snacks when the two of you work together and everything.

nerd!gojo, who’s secretly a little pervert. not that you’d ever suspect him, right? you’re too sweet to ever find out about it anyway.

camboy!gojo, who’s a whole different person in front of the camera, he’s suave, confident everything he isn’t when he’s around you and only you.

camboy!gojo, who always starts his streams talking about every interaction he’s had with you. his chat is absolutely sick of it. he always rambles about how pretty you looked that day, how your outfit complimented your skin so nice, how your voice drips like honey against his ears—

@.storu’s.simp: quit talking and take off your clothes BOY

“all of you are so mean to me” is all he says before slowly peeling his clothes away, taking off his adorable blue cardigan to reveal the prettiest skin, his toned muscles flexing under the dim lights of his room.

camboy!gojo, who always takes his sweet time teasing his audience, right before he palms his cock, slowly lowering his sweats, leaving him exposed, he’s so pretty all over, his tip flushed and leaking beads of pre, and he’s trying so hard not to think of you, but all he can picture is you in your cute skirt, with your adorable stockings, and he can slowly feel himself gripping his cock tighter.

“shiit she was soo pretty, i swear i wanna’ lock her up sometimes..”

camboy!gojo, who moans into his pillows, jerking himself slowly, arching his back, his skin soft, almost ethereal underneath the lights, and right when he cums, his stomach is covered in the prettiest white, a sheen of sweat covering him, his abs covered in slick, while he pants slowly.

“well i’ll see you guys tomorrow then, yeah?”

is the last thing he says before closing the stream. he feels almost filthy, he’s always thinking about you, it might just be an unhealthy obsession. but that’s okay, you’ll never know. it’s his dirty secret after all.

nerd!gojo, who has no idea what a sick freak you are. you’d found his little account months ago, after your first few interactions with him, you always tuned in to listen to him talk about you, listening to him talk about all these filthy things he wanted to do to you, when he didn’t even have the courage to look you in the eye. oh, if only he knew, that you were his biggest fan <3.

okidoki im done i’m done <3. @yoonsucks @sugusplaything

dividers: @6x-x9 . art: @/hunnismokah.

synopsis: sukuna’s life is something that thrives in the midst of chaos—and once he sees the pretty nerd at the front of his class, he’s awestruck but sure that he’d be able to woo her with no struggle. only to be met with a girl he could only describe as the prettiest girl with thorns.

note/cw: fluff fluff fluff, fem!reader, frat!sukuna.

wc: 4.6k words.

—

ryomen sukuna's life was always one that was full of noise, chaos and everything in between. he thrived in the mess that was frat life—the loud parties, the hookups that tasted like cheap alcohol and fruity lipgloss. being frat president came with responsibilities and a reputation that clung to sukuna's skin like the ink that dressed his body.

his notorious reputation always followed him around, not that he cared, he wore the persona like it belonged to him. he was too far in to ever leave the world that practically belonged to him.

his frat practically ran the place, filled to the brim with men that were exactly like sukuna—entitled overgrown pricks who always got what they wanted.

and there was absolutely no denying that sukuna was beautiful—over six feet of pure muscle, tattoos all over his massive arms, his blush pink hair being one of the things that stood out about him the most, always styled in a way that was messy but deliberate. his eyebrow and lip rings adoring his face, and he always had the most shit eating grin to top everything off. 

sukuna orbited a domain that was so far detached from yours it was almost comical how far apart your worlds were. he lived in the midst of attention, thriving on any sort of drama he got into it, his lips sometimes bruised with all the pointless fights he got into.

you lived your life in everything sukuna would deem to be, quite frankly put, insanely boring. but you knew exactly what you wanted. and had your entire life planned before you.

you were sharp, straight forward, the biggest nerd any of your friends knew, most importantly you had absolutely no tolerance for people messing up absolutely anything in your insanely curated life.

your books were always aligned to perfection, you always sat at the very front of the class, your pens all matching your bag, your silly keychains crowding your bad almost comically. you always kept to yourself, people ruin things after all—they're loud invasive, some of them likened to bascterially resistant pests that you simply cannot destroy whatsoever.

so there the two of you were, two people universes apart, perfectly content in your own niches that it just made sense. but it wasn't like you were unaware of sukuna's existence. its be impossible if you were—your friends always finding out whatever mess he seems to have gotten himself to every week. you found him entertaining the same way you sometimes indulged in reality tv. it's fun to watch but you'd never touch it with a ten foot pole.

—

"what the fuck man you look like you got run over." toji says, eyeing up sukuna and his absolute mess of an outfit, his hair disheleved, his eyebags heavier than they usually are, flopping his entire body in the seat next to toji's. 

"shut yer mouth toji." he almost groans, hands running down his face. he felt like shit. and he swore he could feel his head pounding in his skull, and lord he doesn't even know why he decided to show up to this stupid class anyway. but gods since he was here anyway might as well get it over with.

the class had barely begun before it started to feel like a drag, the professor spouting some nonsense that sukuna could barely comprehend before he heard the sweetest voice answer a question he was barely paying attention to.

his eyes immediately found you—and he swore he felt his breath catch in his throat momentarily. you were gorgeous, your hair done up, your glasses resting on your nose, your collared shirt hugged your body just right, your slightly tinted glossed lips almost shimmering in the classroom's blinding lights. 

"yo, toji who's that girl?" he whisper shouts, nudging his friend in his ribs until he answered him.

toji barely registers it before he sees sukuna gaze fixed directly on your form. 

"her name's uhh y/n or something. massive nerd, really knows what she's doing, most people are deathly afraid of her though" he says barely paying him any mind. because just had sukuna had his reputation, you had curated yours. 

it came from the way you'd dismiss most people that ever dared to waste a sliver of your time, always flipping your perfect hair, having your headphones constantly in your ears blasting a song loud enough to rupture your eardrums to make sure people stayed away from you by all means. the way your eyes would roll to the back of your head when something even mildly infuriated you, just everything about you down to the sometimes bold makeup you'd sport, it just always turned you into someone that was never to be fucked with.

"scared of her, really?" it almost made him want to keep over laughing because well, you were adorable. there was no reason that any reasonable person would be afraid of you of all people, right? 

toji snickered next to him. because god, if only he knew.

—

the class was dismissed after what felt like an era and then some, the entire classroom hurrying their way out.

right before you saunter your way out of the room, you can hear sukuna call out your name. and it has you stopping dead in your tracks. 

"y/n ! wait up-"

you see the gigantic man run from the very edge of the class towards you and you let out the deepest sigh, because nothing he has to say could possibly be worth your time. you wanted to get back home, tuck yourself into your bed and binge the leftover tub of ice cream you had sitting in your fridge.

"and what could possibly want from me, ryomen sukuna, was it?" you shot right back at him, turning on your heel to stare right up at the man, your eyes narrowing while you committed his form to memory with the utmost scrutiny.

your response had sukuna nearly speechless, because he was used to people raving in his presence not eyeing him like whatever scum you would find at the back of your shoes.

"I—"

"well you didn't come all the way out here to talk to me, if you had nothing to say, correct?"

you were always quick with your words, or so you'd been told, every surefire response always sitting at the edge of your tongue like poison, it always had people on edge.

"I was going to ask you for your number, pretty." he managed to whisper out, his hand moving to scratch the back of his neck because he could feel the blood rushing straight into his head. this felt…so out of character—he's never let anyone address him like that before, so why should you be any different? people are always on edge around him, but something about the way you were looking at him as if you could pick his soul apart if he played all his cards wrong had him sweating under the stupid sweatshirt he was sporting.

"hmm, i'll think about it, sukuna." gods, even the way you said his name made him want to shrink into a corner, and a part of him went on a spiral as to why the fuck he thought it was so attractive. 

and he had his feet firmly planted on the ground while he watched you leave, your hips swaying in the slightest, your hair swishing as you walked away from him. 

this was only the beginning of what could only be described as the worlds worst obsession.

—

sukuna attend the next lecture too, hell bent on at least getting your number. still seated in the back of the class, eyes you while your eyes stay on the board, your expression deadly focused while you jot down your notes it has sukuna blushing like a teenager with a pathetic crush.

he's almost ashamed to admit that he spent a good portion of the next week trying to stalk you. finding all your socials, scrolling down your accounts to memorise each of your silly and perfectly curated pictures to memory, usually of a cute cafe or a hangout with your little friend group, almost the same sugary sweet drink in your hands in each one of them.

some of those pictures of you in cute clothes, your makeup done to perfection while you posed infront of a mirror, your hair framing your face so prettily, a part of his brain wanted to put you in his jacket, well, if you didn't terrify him that is.

sukuna didn't do romance, he didn't do relationships. and he for one, did not have a clue on how to charm a girl that wanted absolutely nothing to do with him.

all he could do was gawk and stare, until the class inevitably ended and he was mentally preparing himself to try to talk to you again.

"she got you good, huh?" toji laughs from behind him, making him almost jump into the air.

"you're an ass fushiguro." 

"yeah, yeah, you love me."

sukuna could feel his head clouding before catching up to you again. in the worst and arguably best way possible, you made him feel like an idiot. 

"y/n!"

"oh it's you again. i thought you'd give up after the first try sukuna." you smirked, your expression painfully smug while you looked at him. 

"well, i was surely not gonna give up that easily, y'know?" 

"it's called being desperate."

"i'd like to call it persistence, really." he sounded a lot more confident than he felt, his palms almost sweating and shaking by the mere thought of you. it was pathetic, really. it's a shame you were attracted to pathetic men.

"can i at least walk you out of the class?"

"do as you wish." you snap, walking away, while he catches up to you like a lost puppy outside of the class.

the sight was so odd that you could practically hear the whispers from the people around you, and you mentally sighed. but it's not like you weren't a fan of drama either. it was just funny how quick people jumped to conclusions.

"is that—sukuna?"

"y/n, i thought she hated talking to people, and what's she doing with him."

conversation was practically buzzing and bouncing off the walls while sukuna followed you closely to the university's exit.

"well, that was..well whatever, i'll be on my way." you say before turning away, until he catches up to you again.

"wait! you always head to the cafe from here after class right?" shoot. he forgot that he technically wasn't supposed to know that. 

"are you stalking me, ryo?" his brain was so quick to panick he barely registered the nickname before you continued.

"don't get your panties in a twist, i think it's cute." cute? well, yeah he could work with that for now. cute was okay, cute was good. and it definitely didn't have his heart beating uneven rhythms in his chest.

he walked you to the stupid cafe, trying his best to make small talk, but the more he tried to get to know you, the more intimidating you were. and gods, it was just so, so hot, it was killing him.

you rambled on about how you've always had a fascination with physics which is why you took the class, how you forced yourself to be good at it, because there was a time you sucked at the godforsaken subject so badly that it was embarrassing. and sukuna was nodding along taking mental notes before you joined your friends and waved him off.

yuki was immediately, looping her arms in yours,

"sukuna, really? i thought you had better taste, baby."

"well—whatever." is all you had to say for yourself before you ordered your stupidly overpriced coffee and headed home.

—

the next few weeks is just a culmination of sukuna shadowing you like he's a man on a mission.

he wants to know what you like, and moreover he wants to impress you. to the point that all his fraternity brothers hear about in parties is the way you smiled at him for a sliver of a second before scoffing again and they were almost as tired as you were. but a small part of them—toji, choso, gojo, who usually accompanied his drunk ass at parties were rooting for him. because they'd never thought they'd see the day where sukuna would be grovelling at his feet for a girl to look in his direction.

and when he's intoxicated, underneath overwhelmingly bright lights, all he can think about is how you would probably slap him across the face to sober him up. and that thought has him tighten around his pants, embarrassingly so, because the mere idea of you laying your hands on him has him painfully hard.

he can't even look in another girl's direction anymore without somehow thinking of you, the last time a girl tried to hit on him all he could think about was how much you'd love the bows she was wearing in her hair and just how cute they'd look on you. 

and before he knows it he's back at his apartment, staring at pictures of you, his hands moving lower and lower until he's fisting his cock, thinking about the way you just roll your eyes, the way you huff when he says something stupid, the way you have him just wrapped around your pretty fingers, the mere idea of it all has him cumming embarrassingly fast, his abs coated in the prettiest sheen of sweat and cum while he groans into his pillows.

sukuna had started falling dangerously fast. but he absolutely did not need nor want to be saved.

—

"well do you ever plan on giving me your number?" 

"mm maybe i will."

and that just immediately stuns him to silence. with most of his attempts at teasing, he'd already come to terms with the fact that you'd disagree to most things. so aftet all his begging and piss poor attempts to impress you, had he finally won? 

"it's not like you can hold yourself in a conversation with me without sweating. i highly doubt you can text me without thinking thrice about the text, ryomen."

oh. well you were right, like you were almost always, he had no idea what to do with himself—eventually you dragged his phone toward you, inputting your contant with a little nickname and a bunch of pink hearts. well if you'd finally given him your contact, he had to mean at least something (look at this LOSER omfg), so he might as well use this opportunity to the fullest.

your phone would now always be full of stupid memes that sukuna would send to you trying to get you to laugh, even a little.

@//ryo: sooo whatcha doing?

@//y/n: there has got to be better ways to start conversations than that, ryo, try harder.

and this is the first time the stupid nickname you've been calling him finally registers in his brain, the blood rushing to his cheeks before he buries his face into his pillow. fuck, he was losing it. you had managed to nudge yourself into every crevice of his life that he could no longer imagine a singular day where you weren't around him to make fun of him.

—

the next week, he finds a way to be seated next to you in class, front and center, toji finds a way to tease him endlessly about it after, but the way you smile when he actually pays attention during the lecture while taking down notes has him riding that high for the rest of the day.

"you should just ask her out, y'know, this is getting out of hand." gojo says to him during a house party, bending over the pool table while looking back at sukuna.

"are you insane she'll kill me."

"there's NO way she's that scary dude." choso says while huffing out a puff of smoke from the worn out couch in the middle of the room.

"she barely likes me as is, if i pull that she'd kill me."

"and you'd be into that, win-win, right?" toji chimes in.

"you guys all suck." is all he says before finding a corner in the room to try to text you. 

@//ryo: i'm so bored here, n/n get me out.

@//y/n: i never thought i'd see the day where you bore yourself out at a party, congratulations.

gods, it was almost just as nerve wracking texting you as it was to talk to you he just didn't understand it. everything about you always had him on edge. and he adored it to bits.

—

the next time he shows up to class he comes prepared. armed with your favourite drink (courtesy of the doomscrolling he did on your account), his stationary now matching yours, while he slowly sits down next to you again.

"what's this, ryo?"

"oh it's that drink you always like—"

"you know what drink i order?"

"no it's just- i'm- i just like remembering stuff about you, okay?"

okay. not the response you were expecting. you were hoping you could tease him into oblivion but the stupid things that sukuna said when he was put on the sport had your heart beating the same dangerous rhythm that his was. but you didn't want to let him in just yet. there's no person who ever made it this far in actually trying to figure you out. and you didn't know what to do with it except wanting to crawl under the ground and live there forever.

you slowly took the drink from him, whispering the sweetest little thank you before drinking it. and sukuna swore he could see stars. he was making progress with you. and by god, he had never felt more accomplished in his life before. because your edges seem to finally soften, even if it were only in the slightest.

—

you sat in your room, your body slack, a disgusting amount of sweat covering you from head to toe as you lay in your bed. you almost never got sick and without fail, every single time that you did you felt like you were being punished by the heavenly principles for something. 

your body felt limp, before you continued to rot in your sheets, too tired to get up and shower and definitely too tired to show up to class.

—

sukuna showed up to the lecture like he always does, his eyes scanning the room to find his way next to your seat, only to find out you were weren't there. it wasn't unheard of for someone to be late—but not you, never you, and almost immediately his mind started finding the worst possible conclusion, what if you got kidnapped? what if you were finally so sick of him you left the place? wait no none if that made sense, he ultimately decided on texting you before he went down another embarrassing spiral about how you surely hated him.

@//ryo: y/n where are you class' starting yknow 

@//y/n: sorry sukuna im sick :p im trapped in my dorms for today

oh. oh you were just sick. not the end of the world, right? but knowing you, you'd had to have been miserable to not show up for the entirety of the day, his heartbeat dropped straight to his stomach before he continued to type—

@//ryo: what's your dorm number? 

@//y/n: r u gonna show up to my room like a knight in shining armour? its xxx.

he could feel his cheeks heat up, this was the most progress he'd made in so long, he barely noticed when toji was practically breathing down his neck and staring at his texts.

"you're actually talking to her huh im surprised."

"the fuck is that supposed to mean."

"you dont linger around someone for this long, sukuna, let alone someone who's shot you down so many times. maybe it's character development"

"she's just..i don't know, different, i guess? she isn't terrified of me, and she has that way of looking at a person that's terrifyingly alluring."

"a couple weeks of talking to this girl and she's turned you into fucking shakespeare, i'm happy for you man." he says before patting him on the back and taking his seat next to him.

—

the very second the class was dismissed, sukuna ran out like a man on a mission. he obviously couldn't get you the same coffee you always drink, that'd surely make you a lot sicker than you already were.

he remembers you vaguely mentioning that you liked soup, so he made his way to this place he always went to when he was hungover before a class, finding a soup that'd be spicy enough for your almost stupidly high spice tolerance, and stopping by a pharmacy to get you some medicine before heading to your dorm rooms in a hurry.

he slowly knocks at your door, hoping to god you gave him the right room number for the sake of his own sanity, and when the door creaks open, he's met with the sight of you, all huddled up in the hoodie that's three sizes too big, you eyes puffy, and your face entirely flushed, it made him want to roll you up into a ball and gnaw on you like candy.

he could hear your little sniffles, making his way into your room, setting down the bag of stuff he had managed to collect before he made his way inside. 

"i didn't think you'd actually come, y'know."

"of course i did are you kidding me? look at you, you should be glad i showed up."

"whatever would i have done without you, my saviour" you rolled your eyes at him, trying your best to not let yourself slip. but you really were glad that he was here. it meant that he cared. that he wasn't just doing this with some form of underhanded motive in mind. it meant that it wasn't the same sukuna you first got to know. the one standing before you was softer, shyer, so disconnected from all the stories you'd heard of him and it scared you.

you show him the way around your kitchen, your brain still foggy from the near dangerous amount of cough syrup you'd downed before he made it to your place.

"your roommate isn't here, is she?"

"yeah she has work to get done, and i didn't want her to get sick." you sniffle almost pathetically. 

"right, right." he said before moving around plating the soup into the pastel pink bowls you had in your kitchen, right before moving before you, slowly supporting your back to stop you from keeling over in pain.

"god, look at you, you can barely stand up straight."

"well, carry me around instead of kicking me when i'm already down, won't you?" 

sukuna is stunned, well not for long before his hand moves to the back of your knees, the other supporting your back, carrying you back to your room bridal style. normally you'd have some smart retort, under other conditions you would've thrown a hissy fit, but now you were too tired to say anything, and having him carry you with near zero effort to your room had you weak in your knees.

he wastes no time in bringing the soup back to your room, dragging a seat close to your bedside, sitting down before he brings a spoon to his lips before blowing on it to make sure it wasn't too hot, before moving the spoon to your lips.

the cough syrup must've replaced the last brain cell you had left because you barely put up a fight before wrapping your lips around the spoon. 

sukuna's shocked that you almost instantly comply, not before you shoot him the same look you gave him when you first met. you didn't have it in you to pick a fight, not when he was being this..nice. it made you all fuzzy and feel funny, and before you could find the rational part of your brain to try to stop you—

"ryo, why are you doing this?" you ask while he sets the bowl aside, while you sink into your hoodie, your voice barely a whisper nothing like the sharp confidence you wore while talking to absolutely anyone.

"what do you mean?" he shoots back, almost offended by the question.

"like..this, taking care of me, constantly bugging me with stupid shit, remembering the things i like, it's all so strange. people orbit you, sukuna. they'd worship the very ground you walk on. so, why me? is it so you can prove a point?"

sukuna was almost taken aback. that was probably the rawest confession he'd ever heard from you, all your walls cracking right before him right when you withdraw in on yourself, sinking into the plush mattress while trying to look everywhere but him.

"because you actually look at me past the stupid frat boy persona, y/n. you look at me as if you're picking me apart, you actually question the shit i do instead of just letting me get away with everything. you say things as it is, and i just really admire that. for what it's worth i'm not trying to prove a stupid point, if i was, i wouldn't go this far to change for you, right?

the moment he went on this little tangent, it did make you realise, he had changed essentially everything about himself to make sure he wasn't the same douche that he used to be. the whispers in the hallways thinned down, he got into lesser fights, and for the first time in all his years of college sukuna's name wasn't being talked about in some sorority girls' friend group on how he said he's call but never did.

it'd been subtle, well to you at least, until the person that was sitting by the side of your bed wasn't the same sukuna anymore. he'd changed. for you. 

the both of you sat in that heavy silence, intelligible feelings bubbling to the surface with this careful game you'd been playing around each other. sukuna trying not to push you too far and you teasing him until he does.

"i—gods i want to ask you out y/n. this is killing me, but i'm not gonna do it here, you deserve something a lot more romantic, just let me down gently if you're gonna reject me, alright?"

you slowly nod, and to sukuna's shock, 

"i think i'd like that. a lot, actually. just don't trip over your own feet."

he was almost ecstatic, jumping straight into you arms, wrapping his biceps around you, enveloping you in his warmth, crushing you underneath his weight while you slowly pat him on the back.

"mmph sukuna— youre heavy !"

" 'm sorry i'm not getting off of you just yet."

"you gigantic loser oh my fucking god—"

"aaaand she's back."

and before you know it the two of you are giggling in your bed, still crushed until sukuna's weight, while he has his face in the crook of your neck while you're comfortably lulled to sleep under his weight, the two of you forgetting everything else for a moment.

it felt like two galaxies collided, two disparaging universes, and two equally menacing people falling into each other's embrace as if they always belonged in each other's arms. and maybe letting your walls crack just the tiniest bit wasn't the worst thing in the world. because being in his arms wasn't difficult. not that you'd accept it anytime soon.

and sukuna, mr. frat president, had never had someone lodge themselves in his heart so permanently, so quickly, he just couldn't stop himself from falling. it felt like damnation and it felt like grace all at once. and he promised himself that he'd only get better for you. 

—

so…tis a reupload.

“you run your mouth all day long, do you have nothing to say for yourself woman?” his voice was laced with condescension, while he had you pressed against his sheets, his four eyes taking in the entirety of your form.

you were pressed against him, a pair of his arms holding your thighs far apart, leaving you completely and utterly exposed underneath him.

your moans were loud, bordering on cries while he cock practically split you in half, the sickening squelch practically echoing in his chambers, while his nails dug into the flesh of your thighs.

“hck—i stand by it—” you softly moaned against his sheets, writhing in his grasp while his arms held you down further, pushing your thighs further in until he was practically folding you in half.

“tch. calling me small huh? how’s this for small, my love?” the nickname sounded almost sweet, until he pounded into you with a thrust that was near brutal and you swore you can hear yourself breaking under his grasp.

he was massive, painfully so, everything about him just big, and terrifying. you knew that. but of course, with your massive ego, you’d never let him win. not while he was almost breaking you while he thrust into your poor sopping cunt, while you were folded in the meanest mating press—his cock bullying you to near submission, while he grunted in your ears, his nails nearly bruising your poor thighs.

“nngh—ah-has no one ever told off the big, bad king of curses before?” you garbled, your drool pooling at the corner of your lips while his hips moved against yours.

“keep ‘yer mouth shut you goddamned brat.” he spat out, his eyes glossing over the sight of you underneath him, a sobbing, mumbling mess—but somehow your spunk hadn’t died down. even while your poor brain was fucked through, while your poor pussy was drooling around his massive cock, you still found a way to run your mouth.

“mmph—is that all you’ve got ‘kuna?” you moaned, your voice honeyed and sweet, and that’s what made him ultimately snap. he pulled out of you almost instantly, flipping you over to your stomach, lifting your hips until they alighted with his, holding you up while a pair of his arms found the column of your throat, his nails pressed against it while he thrust into your hips until you saw stars.

his nails grazing your pulse while you whimpered against his hold. fuck he knew exactly what to do to get you to squirm.

one of his palms found the flesh of your ass, kneading it right before a sharp smack!! echoed in the room.

“haah-mmph please, that’s w-what’s gonna get me to shut upph-?” his sheets were now soaked in your sweat and drool, while he continued to hold your waist up with a grip that was painful but gods it made your pussy clench and flutter around him until he was practically moaning in your ears.

he rocked his hips against yours once more, right before spilling inside of you, his warm cum flooding your poor cunt while he continued to rock his hips against yours while you slowly came down from your own high.

“now you wouldn’t want to waste what your king gave you right?”

you could feel the come dribbling down your poor bruised thighs while you slowly dropped your hips to the mattress.

“like hell i will.” you replied almost immediately with your slick covered thighs, your dazed expression and your tear stained face.

looks like it’d take a lot more than that to fuck you stupid. and sukuna was always up for a challenge.

“keep this up and i’ll have you take both of my cocks the next time.” he chuckled into your ears slowly.

“ ‘m sorry what?!” is all you managed to gasp out against his chest before he carried you off to the baths.

maybe being insufferable had its perks after all.

this is genuinely so old i think it’s from feb/march.

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synopsis: sukuna used to be good. that’s exactly what you told yourself each night that you cried into your sheets, praying the old him would come back to you. the version of him that wasn’t a famous boxer. but when one mishap leads to another, with you cutting sukuna out of your life, he’s dead set on begging to get you back, but all of this would’ve been a lot simpler if toji hadn’t gotten involved. and if you didn’t find the need to find solace in ryomen sukuna’s best friend.

wc: 5.8k words.

cw/note: toxic sukuna, fem!reader, toji x reader, ex!sukuna, sukuna x reader, messy drama, mentions of alcohol, pathetic men, smut.

this is my entry for chelsea’s 1k event !! ily my chels and happipi birthday <3

—

the smell of metal permeated through the air, the chaos of the ring still running through sukuna's brain—the noise of the ring, the spotlight on his face while people cheered him on, his name chanted like a mantra in the stadium as the referee raised his arm up.

the camera's on his face, broadcasting his every move, his muscles coated in sweat, his inked skin shining under the blaring lights, staring right at the camera before winking at it. 

and you sat, your tv screen bright in your dark apartment, your eyes locked onto your screen while your bastard of an ex winked at the screen. winked at you.

and a part of you knew of the front he put on—the loud charismatic, charming sukuna ryomen. but you knew exactly what rhythm his heart beat the very second he realised that you could actually see him. that you were miles away from his embrace, scowling at his screen while you could've very well have been in his arms. but sukuna was always his own undoing. and knowing it, was exactly what was killing him.

he did this to himself—it's all he told himself while he wrapped himself up. the scent of iodine now flooding his nose while he cleaned himself up.

he heard toji come up from behind him, flopping himself next to sukuna, ruffling his pink hair while he pouted like a child.

"the formidable ryomen sukuna wins again, huh?"

"yeah yeah whatever man."

"come on man, at least celebrate—you've won three games in a row and you've headed straight home every single time."

"your version of celebrating is getting shitfaced at a bar, toji. i'm not doing that i need to stay in shape." he grumbled under his breath. 

toji sighed dramatically next to him, watching him patch himself up, tending to the cuts on his arms and his lips while his brain seemed to be lost somewhere miles away from the infirmary.

with the hairtie he always had finding its way to his wrists once more, he shoved all of his clothes back into his bag, his keys clinking together while he walked toward his bike.

he didn't want to head home, nothing smelled like you

toji caught upto him again, grabbing him by the shoulders—

"is this about her again?"

"drop it."

all he could do was shrug—because what else was there left to say? that he fucked over the one real thing he had left in his life?

confronting it, meant that he'd had to accept that what he'd done was real. and that was the kind of thing sukuna ryomen always seemed to be running from.

"come on, kuna, you need this. clear your head a little."

"ugh. fine." and before he knew it, he'd relented—maybe having alcohol in his veins would finally clear his head.

—

you stared at the screen, replaying the same game, the same punches over and over again, and the same shit eating grin he had on the very moment he looked at your screen. you knew that you had to move on—you broke up with him. and you were the one who wanted nothing to do with him anymore. but a small sick part of you wanted to see how far he'd go just for a sliver of your attention.

you did remember when it wasn't exactly like this. a time where the two of you weren't dancing around the edge of a knife. 

—

"ryo when are you gonna stop getting hurt, geez." is all you said while watching him wince under the touch of antiseptic on his face.

he was seated right before you, with you standing between his legs while he looked at you with love struck eyes. 

"it's what boxing's all about doll, i can't help it." 

"tch. at least don't ruin your pretty face then." 

he giggled into your palm, pulling you by the waist, right before resting his head into your chest, his cheeks tinting the same shade of pink as his hair while you kissed the top of his head.

"try not to get decked in the face, baby."

"i love it when you call me that."

"you're just soft."

"sue me. i like my girlfriend." is all he got out before tackling you onto the bed, his face still smushed against your body while you tried to fight him off. he always won, and you never had it in you to complain.

it was routine—he came over to your place after every single fight, listening to you nag until he finally got your writing underneath him.

"r—ryo hck—s-slow down please."

"awh but you're taking me sooo well~" 

you could feel his hips rock against yours, his cock buried inside your cunt, while you whimpered against his shoulders, tears threatening to spill at the corner of yours eyes while his pace never relented.

everything always ended with him collapsing on top of you, his muscles moulded against yours while he refused to get off of you no matter how hard you tried to move the oaf off of you. 

but there was comfort in this endless cycle. the way the two of you fell into each other's arms like you belonged there.

—

sukuna could feel the alcohol clouding his brain—the rounds of shots that toji ordered was finally starting to get to him, with his head buzzing underneath the shitty bar lights while toji sat across from him, chatting up the pretty barista while she slid him some more drinks.

"is this what you call a celebration?" sukuna slurred, staring at toji through lidded eyes while set a glass before him.

"you barely go outside anymore, this is the best i've gotten from you in months."

sukuna looked up at him, blinking slowly like a confused cat while toji tried to prod around the very thing that sukuna refused to talk about. maybe, just maybe he'd finally slip up to say something, anything about the girl he's been brooding over the past two months.

"so…you haven't talked to her in months huh?"

"i told you to drop it, didn't i?"

"it's been so long, at least give me something to work with here, sukuna."

"i'll talk to my therapist."

"you don't have one."

and right before sukuna found a way to divert the conversation—to find any way out from having to talk about you and crying into toji's arms while he was on the verge of being shitfaced, but toji didn't seem to budge.

he was being dramatic, sure, and yes, it'd been ages but he was far from being over you. and the worst part is, he didn't want to be. he wanted to let the rot fester until it finally ate him whole.

"alright are you done being edgy? get to it." he huffed, wrapping one of his arms around sukuna's shoulder while he desperately tried to grasp at the right words.

he sucked at this—he was terrible at finding the right words to describe it, i mean what was he supposed to say? that running away from something real would make him lose who he thought was the love of his life?

—

you'd lost count of how many times sukuna had forgotten to come home to you. where the games began to extend later and later into the night until you kept finding yourself curled up on your couch, waiting for him to get home.

he was good, the relationship was good. it's what you told yourself while watching him on your screen—with people cheering his name, his abs glistening with sweat, his ink underneath the blaring lights while he struck the same shit eating grin at the camera.

he was different. you swore it—trying to remind yourself of the person he used to be before the attention, before the fame. back during the times he only knew you.

he cared, he cared, you promised your friends he did, even when you sat by your screen, with tears pooling down your cheeks whenever he went to whatever after party he had going on, surrounded by stunning women, his head buzzed with cheap liquor while everyone practically threw themselves at him.

because after the fame, after you got him to pursue his love for a sport so beautiful and violent, he began to treat you like an afterthought.

the visits he always made to your apartment as an excuse so you could patch him up, the late night rides he took you on after every game even if his arms began to feel like jello, all the stupid flowers he'd pick up on his way back. it all seemed the dwindle. it was as if you couldn't give him what the people were—the kind of admiration and fear they seemed to have in his presence. and of course, you weren't a model in a miniskirt and high heels to throw yourself at him, the kind to wrap her manicured nails around his biceps and purr into his ears.

you were just you. the ordinary girl who spent late nights trying to get him to where he was now, the same stupid girl you were when he met you in college, the girl who never really had it in her to stick up for herself. and that horrible part of you that wanted to stay, just to see how much more of it could could take started to claw at your heart, curling into yourself like you always did, sobbing into the stupid jacket he gave you back when he cared. back when he cared enough to show up.

but he'd change right? right…?

—

"it can't be that bad man, didn't you fuck up the relationship to begin with?" if toji was going to get answers out of him, he might as well be straight up, because it was true.

toji liked you, he really did—he remembers helping sukuna start conversations with you, basically brainstorming dates behind the scenes while you always tried to escape him. toji was basically his wingman the whole time. he knew you, and he knew you had a heart of gold, and that sometime sukuna was going to pull away and walk all over you. not unless you gave him a taste of his own medicine.

"way to cheer me up dude."

"i'm not trying to cheer you up, and you know you fucked up."

"yeah. yeah i did." he sighed into his glass, the flush creeping up his neck while he tried to look everywhere but at toji's eyes. he knew of toji's soft spot for you too, reasonably so, you were the kind of person who couldn't hurt a fly if you tried. and somehow sukuna having gotten you to snap must've been the most impressive thing he's done in his entire career.

"she was so good to you too." toji huffed next to him, watching him drop his head in his hands while groaning.

"alright fine. i need your help. i want her back."

"attaboy. say the magic words."

he rolled his eyes back, but he knew his pride died the day you slammed a door shut in his face. right after you threw all of his stuff square at his face.

"please toji."

"good boy." 

"you're disgusting."

"well i'm about to tell you how to get back the girl of your dreams, so suck it."

he knew he was grasping for straws, but toji might as well have been his best shot. and he knew the second he tried to contact any of your friends—shoko would have him hung by the balls before your apartment. the visual was enough to have him clutching his pearls.

"so what does she like?"

"flowers, food, i dunno? normal stuff?" 

"my god, dude, it's like you barely know her." 

sukuna sulked into his palms, dragging his hands down his face while toji snickered.

"she likes when you're soft, right? and she likes lilies and eccentric candles and those charms she always has lying around her place."

"huh..how'd you know that."

"just a hunch."

a part of sukuna wanted to be jealous, because toji knew you, he understood you the way sukuna sometimes just…couldn't.

the two of you were always close, buddy buddy way before sukuna came into the picture—swooping you up in his tatted arms and never turning back. 

—

you stared at your phone screen, the same video playing over and over again, the very same video of two girls in glittery eyeliner whispering in sukuna's ears. your grip only tightened while your eyes brimmed with tears, flush creeping up your cheeks while you dialed the only number you could think of. toji.

you tears only ran faster while you heard his voice through your speaker—

"you don't usually call this late, pretty, what's wrong?" his voice was teasing, only momentarily until he heard your sniffling on the line.

"hey hey, what's wrong pretty?"

"h—he's tired of me isn't he, toji?" you hiccuped, barely holding yourself together while your tears left salt tracks on your face.

"what're you talking about, y/n?" he tried to keep his tone leveled, knowing exactly what you saw right before you'd called him. and he was going to kill sukuna if it meant that you'd finally stop crying over someone who finally let even the tiniest bit of attention get to his brain.

"fuck that y/n, you know you're so much better than him, right?" 

all he could hear were your sniffles from the other end of the line, and gods it made his heart hurt.

"i—i guess. i don't know what to do. i just want him out."

"then kick him out and never take him back until he fucking begs, doll." 

—

"beg."

"you cannot be serious, man."

"no i mean it."

sukuna knew he'd fucked up—he'd struck gold and somehow managed to lose you, but to beg? would be really have to get on his knees and plead for the off chance that you'd let him back in? surely, he was above that right?

"beg for what? for her to take me back? and apologise for keeping up my image in public?"

"if you think you're above it, don't do it, it's better for me anyway." 

"and what the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

toji eyed him up and down, his gaze lazy, practiced, like he knew something that sukuna didn't. 

"don't worry about it. what's important now is that you make progress. she barely talks to you now, so anything is better than this, really."

"you're probably right."

"well, yeah, i know her."

—

sukuna finally made his way into your apartment, his body smelling like some floral perfume, and body glitter rubbed all over his body, knocking at your door like he owned the place.

"baaaaaaby i'm home" 

you could hear his sing song tune from the inside of your place. and that part of you that would've gone soft, that would've welcomed him into your arms the second you heard his voice. she was long gone. because for once in your life, you deserved to get back at him for every single night you spent curled up on your mattress, crying over the fact that you'd never be someone who belonged in his new life.

you open your door, taking him in right before you hurled a bag full of his clothes right at his face.

"i don't want to see you ever again." your voice was shaky, a little unsure, but it was a lot more confident than you'd felt in ages.

"w—what're you talking about?" he was panicked, watching your soft features morph into something like disgust, and the worst of it, something close to disappointment.

"i'm tired. i'm tired of your bullshit, and i'm tired of you never showing up, sukuna. you're more than welcome to find someone to fit into this chaos, because it's not going to be me."

"wait—baby we can talk about this—." 

he started to wrack his brain for everything he'd done, fixating on the fact that he was about to lose the one consistent presence in his life, solely because he couldn't do the easiest thing he could've possibly done. he didn't show up. the very second he'd been given the attention he craved, he caved, forgetting all about the very person who got him up there in the first place.

and watching your pretty face staring him down like he meant nothing to you, like you hurt him, was killing him.

"we have nothing to talk about. have a great life, sukuna."

and the last he saw of you was right before you slammed your door smack against his face, right before he fell to his knees in front of your apartment. that was the night that sukuna ryomen cried for the first time, over something he did. and over someone he lost.

—

you heard knocking at your door the next night, and the very moment you opened it, you found toji standing on the other side.

"you okay, pretty?"

"yeah."

"don't lie to me."

you laughed while he scooped you up into his arms, making you dinner while you sat on the counter watching his muscles stretch and manoeuver through the kitchen while he cooked.

"why'd you come here toji?"

"what's that supposed to mean? can't i check up on my friends?"

"don't play dumb with me, fushiguro. you're closer to sukuna than you are to me."

"fine. i'm being just a tad bit selfish here."

you hummed in response while he brought a spoon close to your lips as you parted them.

"selfish?" you mumbled, swallowing down the warm mouthful of soup while you looked up at him.

"i wanted to be there for you. and sue me but i don't call you pretty for no reason."

"so you wanna get in my pants, is that what this is?"

"geez. i do also care about you, you know that right?"

"never said i was opposed to you getting in my pants."

he eyed you up and down, moving closer to you, resting his hands on either side of the counter—his eyes flicking to your lips and back up at your eyes.

"this is wrong…you just broke up with him."

"you always said you'd be there for me, no?"

"fuck, you're dangerous."

"yeah?" you barely got the word out before his lips were pressed against your, his hands pulling you closer until you were flush against him while you moved his mouth to your neck, sucking on each spot to figure out which one of them would make you scream.

and before you knew it, you were scooped up into his arms, carried into your bedroom while he made quick work of your clothes.

"the condoms are in the top drawer."

"gotcha."

you wanted to feel bad—the fact that mere moments after kicking sukuna out of your apartment you were underneath toji.

but hey, to get over one man you gotta get under another, right?

he was treating you like porecelain—his thrusts slow and deep while you arched your back against him, his hands cupping your chin to crash his lips against yours again, drinking in every single sound you made while you were taking his cock so, so well.

you were a whimpering mess against him, the filthy sounds filling your apartment while you chanted his name like a scripture.

you held onto his back as you came, your nails scratching a path down the expanse of muscle while he collapsed on top of you, softly kissing your neck while you were crushed underneath him.

and the second the both of you locked eyes, you knew that there was no turning back from this.

fushiguro toji had just fucked his ex's girlfriend. and this was the first night, the first of a spiralling attachment that grew out of desperation and need. the need to cling onto something that you knew you'd lost. well, something that you thoughtyou lost.

—

"hey doll." you heard toji from the other end of the line while you went through your assignments, listening to him ramble about irrelevant details about his day while all you did was hum in response to it.

the two of you had fallen into a comfortable cycle of fucking whenever you needed to blow off steam and whenever toji was pissed at sukuna, it was a messy, perfect deal.

and neither of you bothered to address it. but sukuna was bound to come crawling back soon anyway.

"sukuna wants you back y'know."

"tell me something i don't know, 'ji."

"he means it this time." 

the line went dead silent for a moment, the uncomfortable truth finally sinking in.

you wanted him back—you wanted him to change. but that would never change the fact that you went behind his back to fuck his best friend. 

"i'll think about it."

"oh i think you'll be doing more than just that."

you sighed loud enough so he could catch it.

"i don't get it toji, you're fucking me behind his back and you're trying to help him get back with me? what's in it for you?"

"no clue. i know you still like him. and i know you still read your texts while you're sleeping next to me in my bed."

"i don't trust you."

"you shouldn't."

you heard the line click. you thought you got your lick back by fucking toji, but you knew that this wouldn't be the end of it. and that sometime this'd all blow up in your face later. oh well.

—

"i'm going over to her place."

"i wish you luck, man." toji patted him on the back, handing over the bouquet of lilies the two of them had spent all day trying to find, right before he decided to leave to your place. 

2 months. it'd been two months since sukuna lost contact with you. and 2 months that toji had you curled up in his arms without his knowledge. 2 months of playing a dangerous game that sukuna hadn't a clue about.

sukuna rode over to your place—his bike's engine roaring before he made it over, the wind in his jacket while he tried his hardest not to sweat bullets before he got there.

he knew he'd have to beg. that he'd have to plead. but he never really questioned toji as to why he knew you so well. and why he knew the interior of your apartment, your habits, he knew the kind of things you noticed about someone only if you spent enough time around them.

and outside of casual conversation and teasing, he always knew that toji had kept his distance from you.

oh, if only he knew that toji spend his nights buried in your cunt—or with his head between your thighs until you were screaming his name, marking him up like ge belonged to you while he trailed hickeys down your neck like you were his. his poor sweet heart wouldn't be able to take it. it was perfect.

—

you tried to stop yourself from being involved with toji—you knew it was fucked up, and you never wanted to be thatkind of girl. but gods, it felt good to have him whisper praises in your ears while he fucked you like he hated you, mumbling something about how you deserved better until your brain turned to jello.

you tried to shut it down, several times, running away each night, leaving him in an empty bed with no explaination, only to find yourself tangled in his sheets again, his body against yours while he rutted against you.

"tojiii—we can't keep doing this—nngh."

"mhmm."

your head was locked in his arms while thrust inside you from behind, his expanse of muscles moving against your back while his grip around your head tightened.

"hck—does he…ask about me?"

"he can barely talk about you without crying, doll." he whispered in your ears while you moaned into his arm.

"talking about another man while you're stuffed full of me, i must not be doing a very good job, huh?"

"shut up."

—

"ryomen."

"y/n. it's been a while, huh?"

you were tempted to slam the door in his face again, to have him grovel but right before you had the chance to, he dropped to his knees right before you.

"i know i fucked up y/n—please i promise i can change."

"and what makes you think i'll fall for your shit this time around?" your voice cut sharp—the kind of tone it never used to be. you were always soft spoken, always making sure people didn't think of you as mean with everything you said. but you'd lost your last shred of care.

if he wanted to think you were a difficult prick, good. that's exactly what you wanted.

"i miss you."

"you gotta give me something more than that, c'mon now." you purred, stading over him while he looked up at you with pleading eyes.

"i miss you, i should've have…treated you like an afterthought—you mean something to me, y/n. you're it for me."

"do you really expect me to believe that?"

"i should've written this down."

he was still down on his knees on your doorway while you contemplated about what the fuck you were going to do with him.

"get inside. and make it quick."

"thank you,thank you, thank you—i promise you won't regret it."

he handed you the bouquet, the very same assemblage of lilies that toji always got for you. gods, he needed to be more subtle.

"toji helped you pick the flowers, huh?"

"what? yeah he did, how'd you know."

"just a him hunch."

his eyes narrowed, but he didn't have time to think, he needed to get on your good side again, just so he could have even a slight chance to have you be his again. 

you guys were perfect for each other—well, it was perfect when he was good, it was perfect when toji first helped him, it was perfect until..toji got involved again. he tried to tell himself that his brain was playing tricks on him, that there was no way you and toji had anything happening. you were far too different for that.

"begging huh?"

"please. like you aren't getting a kick out of this."

"oh, i am."

"whatever happened to the girl i used to know huh?" sukuna laughed a little, sitting on the couch in front of you, pulling you by your arm, only to wrap his arms around your waist and look up at you, pleading.

"do you really want to go there?"

"right. for what it's worth, i'm sorry."

"i don't trust that. not yet."

"so there's a chance?"

you nodded slowly, running your hands through his tufts of pink hair while his arms crushed you into him further. but you already knew that the second sukuna had his foot out your door, you'd be calling toji, begging him to fuck every thought of sukuna out of your pretty head.

he walked out your door on cloud 9, preparing for his match like he's never before, because this time, this time he'd win for you. 

—

"tojiiii…fuck."

"gods, i never get used to how pretty you are, baby."

"f—faster nnngh—."

"calling me right after he gave you flowers and got on his knees, you're evil, doll."

"s—shut the fuck up 'ji."

he laughed above you, trailing kisses down your body, sucking on every spot that made your eyes roll back. it'd been enough time for him to figure out what exactly would have you whimpering underneath him—he knew you wanted sukuna back. but toji fushiguro also knew that you didn't want him out of your life either.

—

"man i did it." sukuna slumped into the couch the next day, while toji lounged beside him.

"she's taking you back?" he sounded almost bitter—well who wouldn't be? after all the scratches you left on his back last night, screaming his name as if he was the only man on your mind, only to have to listen to his best friend talk about how much he's going to do to have you back. 

he knew you'd take him back, and he knew that he was going to have to make the most of it before you did. 

"she's considering it."

"well you must be real good on your knees then."

"gross."

—

sukuna started to show up more often, always with flowers, or stupid sweets that you always wanted to try when he was around. but the thing is, he started to show up again.

he was now always in your space, trying to makeup for all the nights you'd spent crying while he was surrounded by women, surrounded by seas of people who knew nothing about him, all the while you slowly washed away from his mind, like a pretty shell that was whisked away by the sea.

maybe if he'd done this quicker, it'd be less messy. maybe if he'd gotten his act together sooner, you wouldn't be stuck in the limbo of juggling between the two of them like your life depended on it. and maybe if toji just stayed in his lane, this would've never happened—you could've just made sukuna suffer, only to take him back later.

but sukuna never had to find out, right?

—

you stared at your screen now with newfound interest, watching sukuna walk to the platform, eyeing his opponent like he'd eat him whole.

his fights were always precise—his punches always so cutting, his movements always so graceful for a sport so violent.

it was all over soon, your eyes still glued to your screen, everything seemed all the same, until he turned around to face the camera.

you'd studied every single tattoo up close, mapping his expanse of skin every night he was atop of you, and the name that was at the dead center of his chest was never there. that was your name.

fuck. that was not good. this was—well, you felt like a dick.

"YOU DIDN'T TELL ME HE HAD MY NAME TATTOOED TOJI." you screamed from your end of the line, panicking while you paced around your room.

"WELL? HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW?" he yelled back.

"fuck i feel like an ass."

"embrace it, baby."

"shut the fuck up, toji."

"well, that's new."

—

sukuna made his way to your apartment again, a shit eating grin plastered across his face when he knocked on your door.

"what the fuck did you do, sukuna."

"i take it you've seen my tattoo."

"it was national tv, don't fucking play with me, boy."

you eyed him up and down, your eyes narrowing while his flush creeped up his neck.

"i'm sorry i just.."

"you're an insane bitch, sukuna." you spat at him, and you could see his legs shake just a little, a tent forming in his ridiculous sweats while you pulled him by the collar into your room.

"keep talking to me like that i'm close."

"down, boy."

he was on his knees the second you said, like an obedient puppy waiting for a treat, seating himself at the edge of your bed while you sit before him.

"you want me to take you back right?"

"yes ma'am."

"then get to work."

he almost jumped at the opportunity, spreading your legs almost immediately, shoving his face into your folds, licking the cotton cloth of your panties like a starved man.

"god, i missedh you.." he groaned into your cunt, his cock leaking and flushed in his pants while he dragged your panties to the side, sloppily making out with your cunt like his life depended on it.

this was the first time in months he'd gotten this clothes, and it'd been what felt like eons since he tasted you, lapping at your folds and clit while you fisted his hair, trying to bring him closer and shove him away all at once.

"fuck at least take off my panties, ryo."

"no…missed you too much, fuck."

he was filthy, licking the slick off your thighs, only to have his mouth fixated on your cunt until it hurt. you could feel your orgasm wash over you—sukuna lifted his head up, his drool and your slick pooled down his chin while he tried to wipe it off with his hands.

"disgusting."

"you know you love me."

"don't push it."

—

"i think i'm gonna ask her out again."

"that quick?" toji grimaced, watching sukuna pace around his apartment, biting his nails like a nervous teenager.

"well, i dunno i think now's a good time as any, right?"

"well, good luck man."

"what is up with you dude, you're acting like you want to fuck her."

"don't get it twisted." he laughed, trying to cut through at least some of the tension that'd been threatening to snap the past few days.

you really were fucking dangerous. but with sukuna wanting to ask you out again, he needed to have you at least one more time. just as a goodbye. what could possibly go wrong?

—

"toji what're you doing here—?"

"missed you." he cornered you back to your room, kissing you until your couldn't breathe, pushing you into his mattress and losing his shirt, his beefy arms wrapped around you, pounding you into your plush bed until you were sobbing underneath him.

"fuck…'m close tojii~"

"i know baby, i know."

his pace never relented, his massive cock buried in your cunt, while his grip on your waist tightened. his lips found yours the second your vision clouded, collapsing on top of you the second he came.

"we should get cleaned up, pretty."

"yeah…"

—

the second you walked out of your bathroom, your hair all wet, dolled in your silken nightgown you heard sukuna knock on your door until the hinges practically fell off. fuck. fuck. fuck, this was terrible timing. toji was still in the shower, if you didn't let him inside, it wouldn't take that long, right?

you opened the door, trying your best to conceal all the stupid bite marks toji insisted on leaving on your skin—

"y/n. i want you back."

"hah. tell me something i don't know."

"no, baby, i'm serious. i want to take you out again, i won't fuck it up this time, i swear."

"fine..but it's late, you should get going."

"kicking me outa already?" he waltzed into your room, seating himself on the couch.

"hey, doll where'd you—." toji walked out of your room, a towel on his waist while his hair was dripping wet.

"toji?"

"oh, is this a bad time?" he purred, watching sukuna's entire face drop right before him.

"what the fuck is going on." 

"kuna—i can explain."

—

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bakugo :: bsf!bakugo hcs.

kiribaku :: drummer!bakugo x reader x guitarist!kirishima.

sukuna :: anatomy lessons. ⸝⸝ his favourite pillow. fetch, boy. ⸝⸝ baby!yuji doesn’t like sharing. ⸝⸝ situationship kuna vs a panic attack. ⸝⸝ frat!kuna x mean!reader hcs. ⸝⸝ sukuna’s gf is terrifying. ⸝⸝ mean!reader and baby!yuji. ⸝⸝ soft sex. ⸝⸝ biting kuna. ⸝⸝ he begs to have you back. ⸝⸝ rotund baby yuji. ⸝⸝ too pretty for kuna. ⸝⸝ home is where the whore is. ⸝⸝ manhandling. ⸝⸝ frat!kuna hcs 2. ⸝⸝ cum as moisturiser. ⸝⸝ crushing you with his four arms. ⸝⸝ cuteness aggression. ⸝⸝ kitty cat. ⸝⸝ comfort with baby yuji. ⸝⸝ a gentle touch.

toji :: smacking his ass. ⸝⸝ fucking kuna’s girl. ⸝⸝ bush lvr. ⸝⸝ breathing isn’t easy. ⸝⸝ toji has a secret.

tojikuna :: 6 feet tall and super strong.

choso :: pervert roomie choso.

gojo :: gagged with her panties. ⸝⸝ walk him like a dog. ⸝⸝ solving a rubik’s ⸝⸝ putting a collar on frat!gojo. ⸝⸝ double life. ⸝⸝ older women. ⸝⸝ dilf!satoru. ⸝⸝ frat!gojo hcs 2. ⸝⸝ frat!gojo is a loser (hcs).

nanami :: pretending to help pay the bill.

you were panting, out of breath, completely fucked out of your mind before toji collapsed on top of you. the weight of what you’d done finally settled in. you’d just fucked your boyfriend’s best friend. you had to leave. and fast.

right as you were trying to get toji’s body off of yours, you heard the door creak open. and sukuna was staring right at the two of you.

“tch. care to explain this?”

“sukuna i swear it was—”

“this would’ve never happened if you were just a better boyfriend, dude.” you heard toji drawl, slowly getting off of you before turning to look right at as his friend.

“and i know you, you’re sick. you probably liked that didn’t you?” he purred, pulling you closer before placing kissing on your neck while you softly gasped against him.

sukuna shifted almost immediately, seating himself on the bed next to your naked form, his lips finding yours almost immediately.

the kiss was angry, desperate, needy—three things that encompassed everything he’d felt when he heard toji folding you in half, the sound of him pounding into your poor pussy until he almost broke the bedframe. sukuna wanted to be mad, he wanted to want to yell, and scream and throw shit around. but something about watching his best friend fuck you so good made me want to prove himself. that he could do better.

his hands found your core immediately, his fingers prodding at your folds before he shoved them inside, slowly scissoring you open while a mixture of toji’s cum and your slick ran down your thighs.

“i knew that you were a sick, sick pervert, kuna.” toji said, still kissing your neck, his massive hands slowly moving to play with your chest, twisting your nipples between his fingers until you moaned against him.

you didn’t know where to look—at toji who was sitting behind you while he continued to kiss your skin, or sukuna who was fingering you open, his massive fingers prying your folds while his thumb met your clit.

he moved his hand away, licking the mixture of toji and you, savouring the taste before he took off his pants, positing his cock against your pussy.

you were a mewling mess between the two massive men, your entire body dwarfed between them while they had their way with you.

sukuna pushed his cock into you with no warning, fucking the dripping cum back into your cunt, his throbbing cock hitting your g-spot while you moaned like a wanton whore, sandwiched between the two of them.

you could feel toji’s eyes on you while he shifted to your side, his cock hard and leaking while sukuna fucked you into the mattress.

right before you could say something, you were flipped over, onto all fours, sukuna’s cock positioned against your folds, rubbing up and down, while toji moved infront of you, his cock right next to your face, while he cupped your cheeks, placing his dick to your lips.

“you’re gonna be good for us, yeah?” you heard him say, right before you took his entire length in your mouth, choking while you tried to hollow out your cheeks and suck like the good little whore you were.

sukuna was pounding into you again, his balls slapping against your ass while you took toji in your mouth, the two men groaning against you while they tried to hold off their own orgasms.

it didn’t last long though, with toji filling your mouth, cupping your cheeks until you swallowed and sukuna’s cum filling your pussy, his pace never slowing until your thighs could no longer take it.

your body was exhausted, your eyes brimming with tears and sleep while you slowly fell on top of tojis chest while he held you against him.

“why didn’t we do this sooner, huh?”

“shut up.” sukuna huffed, grabbing you, and tucking you against him.

“enough. there’s enough of me to go around.”

“oh we know.”

anyways.

dividers: @//pixopix .

you were panting, out of breath, completely fucked out of your mind before toji collapsed on top of you. the weight of what you’d done finally settled in. you’d just fucked your boyfriend’s best friend. you had to leave. and fast.

right as you were trying to get toji’s body off of yours, you heard the door creak open. and sukuna was staring right at the two of you.

“tch. care to explain this?”

“sukuna i swear it was—”

“this would’ve never happened if you were just a better boyfriend, dude.” you heard toji drawl, slowly getting off of you before turning to look right at as his friend.

“and i know you, you’re sick. you probably liked that didn’t you?” he purred, pulling you closer before placing kissing on your neck while you softly gasped against him.

sukuna shifted almost immediately, seating himself on the bed next to your naked form, his lips finding yours almost immediately.

the kiss was angry, desperate, needy—three things that encompassed everything he’d felt when he heard toji folding you in half, the sound of him pounding into your poor pussy until he almost broke the bedframe. sukuna wanted to be mad, he wanted to want to yell, and scream and throw shit around. but something about watching his best friend fuck you so good made me want to prove himself. that he could do better.

his hands found your core immediately, his fingers prodding at your folds before he shoved them inside, slowly scissoring you open while a mixture of toji’s cum and your slick ran down your thighs.

“i knew that you were a sick, sick pervert, kuna.” toji said, still kissing your neck, his massive hands slowly moving to play with your chest, twisting your nipples between his fingers until you moaned against him.

you didn’t know where to look—at toji who was sitting behind you while he continued to kiss your skin, or sukuna who was fingering you open, his massive fingers prying your folds while his thumb met your clit.

he moved his hand away, licking the mixture of toji and you, savouring the taste before he took off his pants, positing his cock against your pussy.

you were a mewling mess between the two massive men, your entire body dwarfed between them while they had their way with you.

sukuna pushed his cock into you with no warning, fucking the dripping cum back into your cunt, his throbbing cock hitting your g-spot while you moaned like a wanton whore, sandwiched between the two of them.

you could feel toji’s eyes on you while he shifted to your side, his cock hard and leaking while sukuna fucked you into the mattress.

right before you could say something, you were flipped over, onto all fours, sukuna’s cock positioned against your folds, rubbing up and down, while toji moved infront of you, his cock right next to your face, while he cupped your cheeks, placing his dick to your lips.

“you’re gonna be good for us, yeah?” you heard him say, right before you took his entire length in your mouth, choking while you tried to hollow out your cheeks and suck like the good little whore you were.

sukuna was pounding into you again, his balls slapping against your ass while you took toji in your mouth, the two men groaning against you while they tried to hold off their own orgasms.

it didn’t last long though, with toji filling your mouth, cupping your cheeks until you swallowed and sukuna’s cum filling your pussy, his pace never slowing until your thighs could no longer take it.

your body was exhausted, your eyes brimming with tears and sleep while you slowly fell on top of tojis chest while he held you against him.

“why didn’t we do this sooner, huh?”

“shut up.” sukuna huffed, grabbing you, and tucking you against him.

“enough. there’s enough of me to go around.”

“oh we know.”

anyways.

dividers: @//pixopix .

"Kuna! Please! You promised you'd have a sleepover with me!" You groaned, trying to shove a grey animal onesie on him.

Sukuna, clearly regretting it, just glared down at you, all four arms crossed as a tight wall across his chest. "I take it back."

"Pleasssuuhhh!! I'll wear one with you, i have a cute kitty one! Pleaseee!!!"

He shut all of his eyes, taking a deep breath, not budging one inch. "No."

"I'll let you use both of them next time we fuck if you agree!" You cried in a last ditch effort, slumping against him.

He peeled one eye open, staring down at your crumpling form.

A wicked smirk started to tug up on his grumpy face "Yeah?"

"Yes! I'd do anything! Please just put it onn!" You whined Into his forearms, not seeing the evil smirk.

"Alright."

You leaped up in joy. What a fool.

You got dressed up in the cat one, pulling the hood over your head and grinning up at Sukuna in a victorious smile, placing your fake, paw like hands on your hips, the fake tail swishing behind you.

He sat on the bed, a relaxed pose. All four of his arms and hands dressed in the soft fabric, a cute little hamster hood pulled over his spiky hair with little ears popping up from the top. Sukuna liked it. Not that he'd tell you that.

The sleepover was all wholesome and fun for about 10 minutes before the popcorn in your lap was spilled, romance movie forgotten and you were pulled underneath his fluffy hamster build. Two very OBVIOUS hard dick prints straining at the front. And a large hamster hand tugging at your zipper.

You gulped. "Can... can we reschedule-"

"Nah, kitten."

Yoon's notes: for @dreaslv i know how badly you wanted this mommy. Creds: jahvy on tiktok