Nana!

You silently told yourself that Sukuna was too rigid for a real relationship, he was the notorious fratboy afterall.

Nights for him started with shots, party games, a blunt, and music so loud you felt it in your throat. Nights ending in a drunken haze, ready to repeat the cycle, like he could stay in it forever.

For you it was different, your nights beginning with your meticulous shower routine, favorite perfume, your quickest comfort meal, and whatever exhausting assignment you had due at 11:59P.M.

You spent your nights checking your phone every now and again, waiting for that text, the one that gives you butterflies, heart racing just a bit faster. You secretly longed for him, for that connection.

He longed for you too, unable to display that longing in a meaningful way.

There were glimpses of it, something reminiscent of walking along a trail surrounded by trees, branches occasionally separating allowing the warmth of the sun to caress your skin.

Every once in a while you two would be domestic; as if you were playing house.

Nights where you’d shower together, sharing quiet giggles and quick kisses. Washing each other gently. Silently cooking together, as to not wake anyone up, fleeting glances and pauses to let each other taste test.

You’d eat together, complementing one another's culinary skills. He’d clean the dishes as you put them away. A routine that felt natural on nights like this.

The night would end with the two of you in bed, your head laid on his chest, Your breath matching each other's pace. The sound of an old movie you let him pick settles in the room, heavy eyes watching but not quite paying attention.

“you know what would be beautiful right now?” you say, breaking the silence as your voice slurred a bit from drowsiness. His eyes drift towards you, he knows the answer but he asks anyway “what would be beautiful right now?” “If you played in my hair.. please?”

“you’re gonna fall asleep on me” he says. “no I wont, I promise Ryo!” you say as you finally sit up to fully look at him.

He looks at you for a moment, you can’t quite read his facial expression; and then he leans in, leaving a soft peck on your lips “i’ll get the comb” he says, sitting up from the bed to search for a comb.

“yayyy you’re the sweetest!”

He comes back to bed, settling his back on his headboard, legs set straight out for you to lay your head on.

You take a pillow and lay it across his thighs, settling on your side as you lay your head on the pillow, pulling his blanket up to your neck.

A slight smirk sprawls across your face and goosebumps on your skin as he gently touches your hair, moving it from your face as he brings the comb to your scalp, gently dragging it back and separating your hair with care.

You close your eyes and soak in the feeling. Sukuna never talks when he does this, he knows you enjoy the silence. Content with the sound of the movie, the feeling of his fingertips on your scalp, and the cold drag of the comb.

He repeats the process, gently combing your hair back, dragging the comb gently against your scalp, separating the hair; taking his finger and dragging it slowly against the part he just made.

You drift to sleep, lulled by his touch.

You felt so safe.. comfortable, content on nights like this.

This was your favorite routine.

Sukuna would slowly lean forward, catching the sight of you, lashes sitting gently atop of your cheeks, lips slightly parted, as you breathed steadily, fast asleep.

Sukuna felt warm inside, a feeling unknown to him until the two of you met.

He was never the romantic type, he’s still unsure of how to show affection, still learning how to be vulnerable, to show up for you in a meaningful way, but this feels right.

His love language.

He reaches over, setting the comb on his nightstand.

He gently moves your head up so that you’re laying straight, he shifts himself, settling beside you.

His night ends with a gentle kiss to your forehead, eyes set on you, the way your lips part as you rest, the way your eyes move ever so slightly as you dream, hands holding each other as they sit under your chin.

He wanted to be fluent in his love language if it meant having endless nights like this.

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Divider by- @anitalenia

Him. Ryomen Sukuna. Mr. Popular, one of your schools most notable frat boys and not necessarily because of his academic achievements. Sukuna was mostly known for the parties he and his fraternity brothers hosted; parties other fraternities envied and sorority sisters loved. Sukuna had a bit of a reputation when it came to these parties, though never loudly spoken, it didn’t fall on blind eyes the way one moment he’d be talking to a girl, she’s laughing.. looking up at him with those eyes, outlining his tattoo’s with her fingertips, to the next moment.. Catching a glimpse of him holding her hand as they disappear up the stairs, only to be seen again hours later. He was the last person you imagined you’d let shatter that uninterested facade you had been holding up for so long. But there you were, drink in hand, dancing with your friends to some guys poorly made mix, under the cheap L.E.D lights at one Ryomen Sukuna’s frat parties.

Sukuna had taken notice of you pretty early on, unbeknownst to you. You were hard to ignore, with your white flared mini skirt that left little to the imagination, your black cropped polo top leaving a peak of skin, your white ruffled socks and black platformed high heels that somehow emphasised the height you were lacking. You were just his type. His eyes followed you with intent as you moved around the party, crossing his path countless times. Ryomen wasn’t shy, he just had a “nonchalant” persona to upkeep, which is why he finally approached you, two hours after locking you in his sights. You were off in the corner, leaning against the wall watching your friends enjoying themselves when suddenly a voice unfamiliar to you speaks “You look good.” He’s direct. You nearly instinctively roll your eyes at the compliment until you turn your head to the direction the voice had come from. Instead you let your eyes wander up and down his physique; you liked what you saw. Tall, maybe 6 '4, pierced.. brow, bridge, snakebites and a labret, muscular, and covered in tatts sprawling across the skin visible to you. He was just your type. Before you could respond he repositions himself in front of you “How come I never see you?” He leans down a bit, bringing his ear a little closer to your mouth, as if he’s waiting for a response; you resent the way your heart knocks against your chest at the action. “I don’t know.” You say, words intended to come out harsh and uninterested, yet you tilted your head to the side, eyes flickering up to meet his gaze again, the words come out an octave higher than you anticipated. He notices. His eyes meet yours again, a slight smile appearing across his lips “what’s your name?” he asks, taking a sip of whatever was in his cup. “Look, I'm not interested so-” before you could finish your sentence he was quick with a response “I get it, i’m just tryna get to know you, you look lonely over here all by yourself.” “Actually I'm with my friends.” You say pointing to them. Without sparing them a glance he asks again “So what’s your name?” “Y/N.” “You look good Y/N.” He says taking a long slow look up and down your frame. It makes you shy, instinctively pushing your legs together as you stare at your shoes. “Thank you, __” you gesture your hand towards him, cueing him to fill in his name" "Oh yea, i’m Ryomen but you can call me Sukuna.” He takes your hand gently and shakes it, although that’s not why you had your hand out. The clueless gesture made you smile a bit. “It’s loud in here, maybe we can go somewhere more quiet.” With that, he takes his car keys out of his pocket, waving them a bit” You thought about how you’ve told yourself you wouldn’t give into some douche’s sweet talk, especially not one with a reputation, you’ve been doing so good; but in the moment you really didn’t care. You deserve to have a night of fun. No strings attached. No feelings involved. So you took his hand, as he led you through the crowd, out the door, into his Matte Black Hellcat, all while you let a stupid little smirk appear across your face, already imagining what you’d get into that night.

That is how you ended up here. Two months later; strings attached, and feelings involved. Tangled in his sheets with nothing but boxers and a black tank top on, one leg sprawled across his legs as you laid your head on his shoulder. He laid on his back, in nothing but his checkered pajama pants; one arm wrapped around your shoulder as the other brought his blunt to his lips. The faint sound of some random show fills the room, mixed with the chatter of his frat brothers in the living room, and the sound of you scrolling though tiktok mindlessly. You had told yourself that night wouldn’t lead to anything, but he was consistent. And that’s what you thought you wanted, until now. In the beginning it was casual.. Easy. But somewhere along the way you found yourself wanting more; You wanted him to make real promises, make plans, put a title on whatever it is you two have going on. So you laid on his shoulder, mindlessly scrolling, thinking of how to bring up the topic. You weren’t shy with him, by now he’s seen parts of you that not even your own eyes could reach; but you still found yourself hesitant. Partially nervous about the potential rejection you could face, things were going so well right? You wouldn’t want to lose that just to have a title put onto your “relationship”. But it was more than that and you knew it. As the thoughts raced through your head you hadn’t realized the same tiktok has been playing repeatedly. “Damn, it’s that funny?” He says, after attempting to ignore the audio for the last 5 mins. “Shut up!” You say, turning your phone off and laying it on his chest, the room falls silent for a moment, until he giggles a bit, causing you both to laugh for a second, then the room falls silent again. The thoughts come rushing back as you watch the smoke from his blunt flow through the air. “Ryo?” You say tilting your head up to look at him, a pit forming in your stomach already “hm?” He continues to stare at the ceiling, taking the last pull from the blunt. “What are we?” It's silent for a moment, then he turns his head to look at you, eyebrows furrowed a bit, “Friends with benefits, idk..” He huffs awkwardly, half expecting you to laugh. You don’t. “What are we to you?” He asks back, trying to gauge if you’re serious or not. You look around the room, trying to decide if you’ll press the issue or pretend like it was some stupid question you just thought about. “Idk, it’s just a dumb question.. Idk why I asked.” You say, officially deciding not to press the issue, you got an answer, no need to hurt your own feelings any further. You put your head back down opting to look anywhere but at him. Tears threatened to swell in your eyes, you felt so stupid getting your hopes up, there was a reason why you stopped dating, why you stopped expecting the bare minimum out of men. You shouldn't have said anything, in fact you should have never given him a chance, you were silly to think you wouldn’t want more out of it. That’s all you could think to yourself as a lump grew in your throat. You’re pulled from your thoughts as he picks up his phone, you peek at it; he’s texting the frat group chat about some dumb ass party, not realizing how upset you actually are. I mean couldn’t he read your mind? How could he not realize?

“I gotta go.” You say, sitting up and grabbing your clothes “I thought you were gonna stay the night though?” He sits up, watching you put your clothes back on. You don’t say anything, you sit at the edge of his bed putting your shoes on. “You’re mad at me?” “No Sukuna, I just have to go.” You flatly reply. You never call him Sukuna, always opting for Ryo instead, unless you have an attitude, so he knows something's up. You stand up and walk over to him, avoiding eye contact as you grab your phone that was now on his lap. Before you could fully stand again he gently grabs the back of your neck pulling you into a kiss; he places a couple of pecks on your lips and one on your cheek before letting you go. He’s trying to charm you and it’s almost working, but you still turn to exit the room. He stands up behind you “goodnight.” You walk out of the room, slamming the door just enough to get your point across. “Fuck, she might actually be mad.” He whispers to himself, thinking about following you but deciding not to because he doesn’t want to argue, especially not in front of the frat, he knows they’ll never let him live it down. You walk down the stairs and into the living room, walking past Geto, Nanami, Eren, Satoru and his twin. “You’re leaving already?” Satoru says with a chuckle, clearly not reading the room. You ignore him, making your way to the door, grabbing your keys off the hook and leaving. Once he hears the front door shut, Ryomen decides to walk into the living room. “Guess she’s mad” Satoru says shrugging his shoulder and snickering to himself, Geto buts in “maybe he couldn’t make her c-” “bro please shut the fuck up” Ryomen says before he could finish his sentence.

Your car ride home was a silent one. Thoughts of what just took place clutter your mind; why are you letting yourself feel this way? He’s just a night of fun that lasted two months too long, maybe it was time to let it go, forget his number, and go back to swearing off relationships. Even while those thoughts clouded your head, you still hoped he’d call, begging you to come back, begging you to work it out. You knew how the cycle went with Sukuna, the two of you don’t argue often but when you do, there's never real communication, he never heard you out or truly listened; he had a way of charming you into forgiving him without a proper apology. When you walk into your dorm it’s silent, your friends Mariah and Kayla weren’t home and truthfully you were glad. Right now all you want to do is sulk. You sift through your closet looking for a new pair of pajamas, preparing for a shower. You wrap your hair up, grab your towel, and head to the bathroom, leaving your phone on silent, secretly hoping you’d come back to a few missed calls, maybe a few texts. But nothing. Nothing. In fact the only notification you came back to was a sufficient battery life notification. You decided it’s best to get some sleep, you played your saddest playlist, wrapped yourself in your blanket, and laid.. waiting. Half an hour later you hear the dorm door open, it’s your roomies of course. The sound of laughter and bags ruffling rings from outside of your room's door. They expected you to be out, that is until they hear the faint sound of “The way things go” by Beabadoobee coming softly from your room. They share a knowing glance. You hear two light knocks, you almost want to pretend you aren’t home but they’ve heard you now. “Come in” you yell. “Hey, we thought you were spending the night with Sukuna.” Kayla says, making her way to sit on the edge of your bed. “Yeah I was but I changed my mind.” “He made you upset?” Mariah says, leaning against the back of your vanity chair. They know you so well. “I made myself mad” you say sitting up on the bed. “How?” they both ask at the same time. You take a deep breath, preparing to explain what happened as quickly as possible. “Ok, so I'm thinking things are going well so I decide to ask him ‘what are we?’ and you know what he says.. ‘Friends with benefits’ so I'm clearly upset and I look up and he’s texting his ugly ass boys about some party, so I left.” You pause for a moment and then continue, “I don’t even know why I asked, it was never supposed to be anything more than that, it's like as soon as I asked it made my feelings for him real.” They look at each other again, they know not to interest the conversation for too long or else you’ll spiral. “He’s an asshole anyway, don’t let him bum you out” Mariah says “exactly, he’s inconsiderate, block him and call it a night” Kayla adds in. “In fact, you should come out with us tonight, get drunk and forget about him” Kayla says as Mariah nods along.

With that, you find yourself in a little red dress, sheer lacy thigh high tights, and your favorite black heels. In the back of an uber, staring at the mirror picture you took before you left the dorm, the word “single” in pretty font in the corner of your photo, waiting to be uploaded on your story.

Ryomen is on the game when he gets a notification “(your username) has added a new story post” at 1:27A.M. When he opens up your story, he can’t help but to explore your frame, his eyes wandering up your legs and to your face. That is until he sees that word in the corner of his eye “Single” written in cursive, font red to match your dress. “Man what the fuck” he says out loud, his thumb still on the screen to pause your story. He knew you were mad but not that mad, he figured you needed some time and you’ll come back around. He taps the screen and another picture appears, you’re in a dark crowded night club, drink in hand, eyes closed, and a pretend pout on your face. He swipes out of your story and opens up your messages. He stands still for a moment, trying to decide something to say that won’t piss you off further than you are now.

Ryo <3: single?

Your heart sinks a little when you hear the message notification ring. You tell yourself not to look, to ignore him but you couldn’t help but peek. You stare at the message, almost feeling bad, but then you think to yourself; why does he think he has the right to be upset when he just made it clear that he’s not your boyfriend? Instead of replying you open the message and swipe back out, putting your phone back in your purse.

He watches the read receipt, anticipating a response; you’ve argued before and he just knows you can’t ignore him. That is until it’s 2:02A.M. and still no response.

Ryo<3: your that mad fr?

Ryo<3: stop being so fucking childish

That was the last message he was able to get out before you blocked him. He attempts to send another worded text message but is left with nothing; not even a delivered receipt. He goes to check your story, only your account doesn’t exist anymore. He’s pissed. He gets up, putting on an outfit he had thrown on the floor, grabbing his keys, and heading to his car. Luckily for him, being in a frat has so many advantages; he doesn’t have to do much searching for where you are, he’s spent countless nights getting plastered at that same club.

It’s around 3:20A.M. when you decide to call it quits for the night. You aren’t drunk, just tipsy; standing outside of the club, waiting for Mariah to call an uber. After the night you’ve had, you’re feeling like maybe you can live without him. The thought is quickly swiped away from you when you hear the familiar sound of an engine and a song you know all too well “Murder Business” by NBA youngboy. You know it’s him. “A bit dramatic” you say to yourself as you hear the lyrics get closer. His car comes to a screeching halt on the road in front of you, you look over at Kayla who’s looking back at you. You smirk at her before bursting into laughter, completely folding over as you hear your two friends laughing along with you, Not hearing the sound of his door slam and his footsteps nearing.

When you look back up he’s a few feet from you, face completely straight; clearly not seeing whatever is so funny to you right now. He stops in front of you, “Get in the car.” He says, voice flat and jaw tightening. “Hi!” You say back with a smile, leaning your head to the side. He’s unamused. “Y/N get in the car bro stop playin with me.” “No!” You say with a slight yell “why’re you even here?” “I don’t need a fucking ride!” Before you could gear up an insult to throw at him, he grabs your wrist, not hard but firm. He walks towards his car, leaving you stumbling behind him as you try to keep up with his pace. You turn back to your friends who have long since stopped laughing and yell “bye loves” as you giggle a bit, still not taking your recent interaction seriously. He opens the passenger door and sits you in it, slamming the door behind him, a few short moments later he’s slamming his own door; exhaling slowly and deeply. You watch his movements as he starts the car, switches gears, and takes off.

The car ride is silent. Finally ending when he pulls over, not too far from his place. He finally turns to look at you, “single huh?” “Why do you care?” You respond back quickly. “Why wouldn’t I care, what are you talking about?” He says, frustration still laced in his voice. “You’re the one who said I'm not your girlfriend, so why are you pretending to care?” “You just want to fuck me, I don’t have to be your girlfriend to do that I guess.” You shift to face forward so you won’t have to look at him. “Are you for real mad because I said we’re friends with benefits? You're the one who said it wasn’t a serious question.” “you’ve been telling me since the day we met that you don’t want anything serious and when I give you that you decide to get mad and try to embarrass me?” You don’t respond, he’s got a point and you hate being wrong. “I don’t care what I said, when I asked, you should have known how to answer” “what the fuck am I supposed to do? Read your mind?” “You could at least try to pretend to care about how I feel” “I DO care about how you feel, why would I label us anything more when you made it clear as day you don’t want me that way?, you’ve never cared about how I feel.” It’s silent again. There it goes, the cycle repeating. This is the part where the gaslighting begins; saying whatever he can to shut you up, to get himself back into your good graces. “I care about how you feel, but I don’t want to fuck this up” he says shifting his entire body to face you. “You are fucking this up Sukuna!” You respond, eyes still focused on looking anywhere but at him. “I get it, I know I messed up, but I don’t want to put a label on us” “but why?” You ask, slouching in your seat and turning your head to stare about the window. He sighs and runs his fingers through his hair, sitting back in his own seat, letting the car silence for a moment. He reaches over gently cupping your face with his large hand, guiding you to face him. You lazily grab his arm, as if to stop him from touching you but his hand remains. He looks into your eyes for a moment, sighing once again before muttering “ I don’t want to put a label on us because I don’t want to lose what we have now” “you know how many times i’ve seen that label shit fuck up a perfectly good bond, I care about you too much for that shit.” You listen as he rambles on about his bullshit excuses but like clockwork it’s like music to your ears; at the end of the day you just want to know he cares, and that’s what he intends to present. You lean your face into the palm of his hand, lips pouted, eyes staring up at him “I know you care, I just want you to show it more, I care about you too Ryo.” And with that he knows he is in. He leans over, hand still firmly on your face, and places a small kiss onto your lips, his snake cold against your skin. “I’ll prove it to you, but let's not rush, I don’t need to call you my girlfriend for you to know how I feel about you, we’re locked in already for real” “you promise?” You say, lips still formed into a pout. He leans in again, placing another kiss on your lips; this time you smile into the kiss, finally kissing back. “I promise.” “But you better not ever in your life pull that shit again.” You only nod in response.

Suddenly you don’t really want to argue anymore. Maybe it’s the liquor or maybe it’s the way he’s talking to you right now but you’re feeling like maybe he really does care. He shifts his hand from your face, opting to hold your hand. He places a few small kisses to your hand, gradually making his way up your arm. He places one slow kiss to your collar bone, letting his tongue leave to explore just a bit before pulling back. He places his hand behind your neck, gently pulling you closer to him, you grab his shirt in response, staring at his lips in anticipation. Your lips connect again, slow and passionately; his tongue grazes your lips, asking for permission. In response you open your mouth wider, his tongue now clashing with yours, fighting for dominance as the kiss deepens. When the two of you pull back, the distance doesn’t last for long as he places slow, wet kisses along your jawline, making his way to your neck. A small moan escapes your mouth as you lean your head over, giving him more access. You run your fingers through his hair as he sucks softly on your neck, leaving a trail of small bruises behind. You gently tug at his hair, signaling to him that it’s your turn. You crawl over the center console and onto his lap. Quickly places kisses along his neck and collar bone, kisses much rougher than his was. You place quick kisses along his face, finally landing on his lips, taking his bottom lip between your teeth and giving it a small bite. He groans at the sudden action, placing one arm around your waist as the other hand reaches for your hair. You begin to grind against his lap, moaning into each kiss as if it’s been years since the two of you have touched. You feel him grow under you, his grip on your waist tightening as the mood intensifies. He pulls back, a big grin creeping upon his lips as he exhales. You stare at him for a moment before moving your hands to sit comfortably on his hips, leaning in to place yet another kiss to his chin. “Let’s take this to my place before I put you in the backseat.” He says in between the kisses you’re still leaving on his lips. You giggle before nodding in agreement, shifting yourself back into the passengers seat. He places his hand on your thigh as he pulls off, you’re only a few houses down from the frat house but he has to keep some form of contact. He pulls into the drive way, placing the car in park and heading over to open your door. “Thank you.” You say with a small smile, taking his hand as you rise up from the seat. You place your arms around his waist as you rest your head on his back, waiting for him to unlock the door.

You’re met with the sight of Satoru and Choso sitting in the living room, still awake at this hour, watching some show they likely didn’t know the name of. Sukuna grabs your hand, walking briskly past them, trying his best to evade whatever smart ass remark that was sure to leave Satoru’s lips. They stare as the two of you walk past, as you reach the peak of the stairs you hear “the princess is back, just like clockwork.” The smart ass remark Sukuna was anticipating.

As you reach his room, the door finally closing, you find yourself back in his bed, this time on your back with your dress rolled up against your waist, as his hands wander in between your legs, placing small kisses on your inner thigh. You think about the lies you told yourself, how you were done with him, done with relationships, how you craved for something more than this, although deep down you really did; in the moment you’re perfectly fine with settling for this. You hadn’t anticipated that the night would end like this, but as he turned you over on your stomach, using his hands to lift your hips for him, you weren’t complaining about the events that were sure to unfold tonight.

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Dividers by - @bloodibambiidoll