art: @/thatsallitcheif . dividers: @/dollywons .
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.
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?"
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."
"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."
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.
"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.
"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."
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."
"you cannot be serious, man."
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."
"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.
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 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."
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."
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.
"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."
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."
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?"
"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.
"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."
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.
"please. like you aren't getting a kick out of this."
"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."
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.
"gods, i never get used to how pretty you are, baby."
"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.
"well you must be real good on your knees then."
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."
"shut the fuck up, toji."
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.
"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."
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?"
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.
"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?"
"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.
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."
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—
"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.
"oh, is this a bad time?" he purred, watching sukuna's entire face drop right before him.
"what the fuck is going on."
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