kikufuku01

[kikufuku01]

I Love You, Always

Sukuna x Reader

Part 15 Sakura ♡ ♡ ♡ Part 16 Bali series m. list

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Warnings: Some angst, mostly fluff (?), smut, shotgun kissing, alcohol intake, car sex, oral (male receiving).

A/N: I don't know if you guys realized but I made Sukuna taller than his canon height lmao. He's around 6-6'2ft in here lmao. Also, I'm not very great at smut and fluff, I'm seriously the best at angst lmao. Just remember, this story will have mature themes, heavy angst etc. as the story progresses. Thank you for reading~

The air feels nice and cool against you as you wander around the empty train tracks. It’s past midnight and he’s managed to coerce you into sneaking out of the house. You balance yourself on the rails while Sukuna walks beside you on the rocks.

“I need to stop listening to you, Sukuna. You’ll get me in trouble one of these days.”

Though you say this, there’s a smile perched on your pretty lips. He stops walking and motions with his hands in big movements, “it’s worth it though. Look,” he spins around slowly, making the rocks crunch beneath him and smiles when his eyes land on yours again, “we have this place all to ourselves. It’s dark out and there’s no one but us.”

Ah, there goes the fluttering in your stomach again. Even when you’re standing on the tracks, Sukuna stands taller than you; and there’s a softness in his expression and body language towards you. When you first met him, he was tense and guarded, as were you. When did you both let your guard down? For some reason, you can’t pinpoint the exact moment. You choose to capture this moment in your memory forever and lock it in your heart, because it’s something only you can see.

You place your hands on his chest and sway side to side. “You should smile more; it suits you.”

Sukuna’s smile drops almost immediately and he clears his throat while turning away from you, “smiling is the biggest jinx. I don’t want to.”

You giggle at his shyness and gently slap his chest, “come on~ smile! Show me those pearly whites.”

He reluctantly turns back to you and flashes you a petty smile, “happy?”

“I am.”

He scoffs at you but takes your hand in his and leads the rest of the way down the tracks. Conversations upon conversations pile up into the night and the sound of your loud laughs can be heard through the echo of night but neither of you care. Sukuna makes you smile. He makes you feel as if there’s no one else in the world except you two, but deep down, you’re still drowning in guilt.

For all you know, those who used to be your friends are probably talking behind your back and making stories. They could be saying all sorts of things about you and you wouldn’t even know for sure until word got back to you. No one answers you back. When you ask to hang out, you’re left on delivered or read. The only person who still texts you from time to time is Kazuya. He gives you words of encouragement and tells you it’s not your fault and to just enjoy what you have but it’s still a bit hard. You know what you’re doing with Sukuna isn’t fully appropriate, but it’s hard to stop as well.

Sukuna’s throat bobs up and down when he realizes you’re not paying attention anymore. It’s really easy to read you, actually. He knows what you’re thinking and part of him just wants to tell you to stop overthinking it because it already happened and now it’s in the past. It’s time for you to stop feeling sorry towards Kaede.

He lets your hand go, steps in front of you and then spins around to face you while walking backwards. You stare at him with wide eyes and watch how the subtle wind blows his hair back and reveals a part of his forehead. Jeez, this dude is so charming in the face.

“Let’s play a game.”

This piques your interest, so you listen in, “what kind?”

He holds a finger out and chuckles cockily, “let’s list things we like about each other.”

“I don’t wanna play.” You shoot the idea down and hop off the tracks to go around him but he spins around and grabs your wrist to stop you. You frown, “what?”

Sukuna’s eyes dart around on your facial features as he ponders. “You don’t have to say anything, y/n. Just listen to me.”

Even though Sukuna likes to come off as a hard guy, you can sense the desperation in his voice. It’s not enough to make you feel bad, but it comes off as him wanting to reassure you, so you nod.

“I like the way you get mad easily,” he starts off, “I like the way you make deals with me.” Sukuna gently tugs your wrist towards him and pulls you into his warm embrace. He rests his chin on top of your head, “I like how you always make me chase you.”

This makes you giggle into his chest and you close your eyes as you take in his citrusy scent. He still smells like cigarettes from time to time, but today he doesn’t. You wrap your arms around his torso as well and continue to listen.

“The truth is…” Sukuna’s voice stalls for a bit, “you’re annoying and bipolar.” And before you can break the hug and argue with him, he places a kiss on top of your head and laughs, “I also like that about you.” Then he pulls back enough to stare at your pretty face again, “but truthfully, y/n, I like the way you smile just for me.”

Sukuna doesn’t know if your cheeks and nose are red from his words or if they’re red from the slight breeze, but it makes his heart flutter anyway. He leans down and boops your nose with his, “your smiling face is what I like the most.”

Ah shit… he’s got you wrapped around his fucking fingers, that asshole. But there you go doubting again. Even though your heart is leaping and doing somersaults at his sweet words, you push yourself off of him and laugh awkwardly. It’s stupid right? You’ve kissed, fucked, done it all and yet you cross the line at a small confession.

“I don’t know…” You’re already walking off without him as you speak. “Are you sure you don’t like me for my body? That seems more plausible.”

Okay, that irritates the fuck out of Sukuna, but he’ll keep his cool because he doesn’t want to ruin the night. He didn’t know you’d react like this. He catches up to you and shoves his hands in his pockets while his shoulders hunch inwards, a subconscious act of him putting up a small barrier. Neither of you seem to realize it.

He looks straight ahead at the dark abyss. “Didn’t I tell you already? I like you.” His tone is a little grumpier now as he speaks, “why are you so stubborn?”

“I said I liked you… but maybe now isn’t the right time.” Your lips purse, “and maybe we shouldn’t do it so much. It makes me feel horrible.”

Sukuna laughs, “lying straight through those teeth of yours, I see.” He looks at you through his peripheral vision, “right in my face, too. Oh, the audacity.”

Even though he’s slightly annoyed with you, he’s back to smiling sweetly, “look, y/n,” he sighs, “Kaede had a small crush on me. She confessed and I rejected her. I get that you feel bad for her but it’s time to let that shit go. Besides…” He frowns, “she turned everyone against you.”

“Because I wronged her in many aspects, Sukuna.”

“And look at us, still having sex and making out.”

“Then maybe we should stop until…” You shut yourself up, unable to finish the sentence. You’re selfish and you know it. Sukuna was right. The audacity you have is horrendous.

Sukuna is quiet as well. Did you want to stop, then? All of this just to go back to stage one, smh. His jaw clenches, but he shoves aside his own feelings and gives your head an affectionate pat, “let’s go home, doll. We can talk about it another day.”

♡ ♡ ♡

Can someone just smack you? It seems like you always ruin the freaking moment and it’s frustrating. Would it be better if you just forgot it all?

The walk back is silent and now he’s in front of your house, getting ready to help you climb over the heavy ass gate. You’re just standing there, so Sukuna straightens up.

“What?”

You can’t look at him. You feel too bad. You fiddle with your nails, “I just wanted to apologize to you.”

Sukuna cocks his head to the side with an amused smirk, “for what?” He just finds you so adorable at times.

“For what I said earlier tonight.” Your head is still hanging down, “didn’t I make you uncomfortable?”

He steps closer to you and hums, “hmm, not at all. Why would you think that?”

You can see his shoes in front of you, so you slowly raise your head. No one likes to apologize because it’s ego crushing to do so, but you don’t like to fight with Sukuna. You’ve done it before and it wasn’t great. It made you feel empty and all sorts of other things…

“Just because,” you say quietly. “You didn’t look too happy about what I said.”

He can’t stay mad at you. Not when you’re all sulky and cute. He brings his face closer to yours and gives the tip of your nose a soft peck, “I don’t know how I looked earlier, but don’t take it the wrong way.” Sukuna’s eyes soften up at you, “I don’t mind at all.”

Oh, thank god. Now you can breathe! You shut your eyes and fall into his warmth, “that’s a relief to hear, then.”

He peppers your face with a bunch of tiny kisses before chuckling, “even if you blow me off a thousand times, I won’t get angry.”

How could he still think this way after you’ve given him mixed signals for months? You push your face into his chest and rub side to side. “What do you plan to do with me, Sukuna?”

“Still thinking,” he entertains.

Here comes the greed inside of you. It fights against your guilt and mindlessly, you hug him tighter. “Do you plan to love me?”

You’re hot and cold. Bipolar and indecisive.

Sukuna has always believed that he was a man unworthy of love. How could someone like him ever get to experience it? He thought love was stupid. The word was made up for delusional people, it had to be. But, he’s so smitten with you that maybe it’s possible. For now, he’s smitten… Yeah. He’s not sure if he loves you, but maybe he could learn to. All he knows is that you’re not there either. He sucks in a breath, “did you want me to? Once I start with you, I won’t be able to stop.”

Is this where you end your friendship with Sukuna and start something new? You haven’t spoken to Kaede, so you don’t know why she still haunts your mind. You don’t know why she makes you feel so guilty. Perhaps it’s just all in your mind. Maybe you are overthinking. Your heart wants to leap at Sukuna every time you see him. You want to kiss him comfortably without having to look over your shoulder. You want it all.

Sukuna releases you and gives you one more chance to back out. His face is serious. “Ichihara y/n, you can’t be friends with someone you were in love with. You just can’t. If you don’t think this will work out in the long run, then tell me now.”

You don’t know this, but if you choose to run away from Sukuna, this will be the last you’ll see of him. He won’t even say a word to you. He’ll just leave your world.

“I’d like to start something new with you someday, when we’re both ready, ” your voice is barely audible, “if that’s what you want.”

It’s a good enough answer for him, so he nods and pushes you towards the gate, “no rush.”

Once you’re halfway over, you look down. “Are you staying over tonight?”

“Not today. I kind of miss my own bed.” Sukuna yawns and then waves for you to go, “goodnight, y/n.”

“Goodnight.”

♡ ♡ ♡

He stopped texting you after he let you know that he got home safe. It doesn’t bother you since he looked pretty tired earlier, but you can’t fall asleep. Ah, that’s right. He never collected his clothes. Is he leaving them here on purpose? Feeling bored, you hop off the bed and walk to your dresser. You take his pants out and unfold them.

“Damn, they’re big.”

Just out of curiosity, you take your pants off and step into his. They’re oversized on you, but it’s a cute look! There’s a small smile playing on your lips as you sway side to side, admiring yourself in the mirror, but the sound of soft plastic wrinkling can be heard. Where is it coming from? His pants? You pat down on his front pockets and don’t feel anything in particular, so you reach inside instead.

The right pocket is empty, but the left contains what feels like a small bag. What could it be? You pull it out and frown at the sight. There are two full colored rectangle pills and a broken one in the bag. These aren’t ordinary pills like ibuprofen… you know that much. Could it be? Is he a drug dealer? Is that why he said he was a bad person? Sure, it’s illegal, but that doesn’t necessarily make you a bad person, right? Right???

You really want to call him and ask about it, but maybe he doesn’t have to know that you know. A part of you is afraid that he’ll disappear from you if he knew you found out, so you want to be greedy and stay quiet about it. And the reason why you’re doubting that he takes these kinds of things is because you’re always with him. He is always conscious. Always aware. The most you’ve seen him do is smoke weed, but you’ve never come to the conclusion that he was drugged out on ecstasy. Oh, and you’re with him all the time, so there wouldn’t be a time for him to even do all of these things. Well, of course, there are those nights when he doesn’t hang out with you because he wants to go to work, but he’s a bartender… There's no way he’s doing these things.

With shaking hands, you place the pills back where you got it and take his pants off. You’re surprised they survived the wash, but they were sealed in a bag, so it’s plausible. You’ll admit that a part of you feels heavy after finding these, but you just hope he isn’t on these drugs. If you’re going to date him later in life, you’ll have to introduce him to your parents and you already know how much they’ll judge him, so you hope he is sober. Obviously, they wouldn’t go to such lengths to get him tested to see if he was in the clear, but they’d judge him on appearance, which is annoying.

“What am I going to do…”

You sink onto the bed and curl up into a ball. Millions of thoughts fill your head while doubt starts to surface. Now that you think about it, you really don’t know Sukuna at all. Even after all of this. He barely opens up to you, hardly lets you in. You know that his parents have money, but what exactly do they do? Why doesn’t Sukuna ever tell you anything? You’ve seen him in his vulnerable state on rare occasions, but even then, it's hard to tell what he’s thinking. If you brought this up, would he run? Half of you argues that he’d stay, because he’s shown you his softer side but… the other half argues that he’d leave due to you knowing too much.

♡ ♡ ♡

“Y/n, it’s time to get up.”

You wake to the sound of your mom’s voice. She’s standing right outside your door, but she walks off when your dad mumbles something to her. You’d question what they’re discussing, but it doesn’t really intrigue you. You choose to get ready for the day instead since you’ll most likely be hanging with Sukuna again.

“Y/n.”

You glance up from your phone to stare at your mom. She’s got this look in her eye, and you don’t like it. It makes you feel uneasy. Still, you manage to smile just fine and raise your brows, “yes?”

Your mom brushes her hair behind her ears and leans over the table to stare at you a bit better. “You’ve been on your phone a lot lately.”

Ah, here she goes again. You lay your phone down and tap the table impatiently, “I’m always on my phone. Is that a problem?”

“Of course, it’s not.” Your dad speaks up and picks up his mug, “but well…” He glances at your mom nervously and continues, “it’s just that we have some news to deliver.”

Your mouth hangs open because what kind of news are they delivering? Why are they acting so serious? You lean towards them as well and stare at them with seriousness. “What is it? Please don’t tell me that you’re pregnant…”

“What?”

Your mom starts to choke on her spit and begins to pound at her own chest while your dad hurriedly pats her back to help. When she’s calmed down, she laughs loudly and shakes her head, “no, y/n. It’s not that, but your father has won a raffle of work and was rewarded with a vacation.”

“Oh, that’s it? Why were you acting all serious then?” You exhale dramatically and playfully wipe the fake sweat off of your forehead, “ya had me nervous there.”

Your father laughs at your silliness but nods, “yes, I won a fully paid vacation, actually. It’s in Bali and the resort offers a two bedroom, two bath suite for us. We even have a private balcony as well.”

Well I guess it’s a good thing they gave you a heads up? But gosh, why were they so weird about it? You shrug your shoulders and give a light clap, “congrats on your vacation. Have fun~”

“Oh, well, you’re coming with us, sweetheart.” Your mom quickly adds, holding her hand out towards you so you don’t leave too fast. “He won a couples vacation, so the both of us are paid for, but we’re bringing you along, no fighting it.”

“There’s really no need for me to impose, really.” You get up from the table and gather your plate, “but you two deserve a vacation, so have fun.”

Annoyingly, your mom follows you into the kitchen. She crosses her arms and sighs at you, “you’re coming along with us. It’s two bedrooms and two baths, you’ll have your own little privacy, y/n.”

“Yeah, but I’m fine staying home alone here.”

“Not happening. I’ll become paranoid with you here all by yourself.”

“I’m an adult, mom.”

“A young adult,” she corrects. “I cannot have you here by yourself for three days, sweetheart. Like I said, no fighting against it.”

“But-”

“Your father already paid for your roundtrip ticket, y/n. Have your things packed by Friday. Our flight leaves around seven in the morning.” She turns the faucet on to start doing dishes but continues to talk, “the reason why I commented about you being on your phone was for this reason. We’ll be on vacation, so make sure not to be on your phone for too long.”

You won’t lie, you’re a bit excited about going to Bali but that means no Sukuna for a while… and also, you’re stuck hanging out with your parents. Your lips curve into a frown, “so you mean to say I’ll be stuck by your side from day to night?”

She chuckles at you, “not necessarily, but I’d appreciate it if you tried to stay close by. If not that, then if you’d at least feast with us each of the days.”

“Okie dokie.”

Right after you say that, you hear your phone ding and jog towards it. Oh, would you look at that. It’s Sukuna. He’s waiting for you around the corner, so you clean up the rest of the table and then say a short ‘bye’ to both parents.

Sukuna rolls the windows down and whistles at you, “ayo, lemme holla for a dolla!”

“You’re so stupid,” you laugh and place your hands on your hips, “you’re driving today? Do you even have a license?”

“Nope.”

Well at least he’s honest. You roll your eyes at him but get in anyway, “who’s car?”

“Who else? It belongs to me.”

There’s a pause in your laugh so you can deadpan at him, “you have a car yet no license. Should I even trust being in here with you?”

Sukuna leans over to give you a quick kiss, “I made it safely, didn’t I? Besides, I got a few driving lessons from Yuuma in my adolescent days.”

“Please shut up…”

Sukuna is driving pretty okay. And it’s actually nice, driving around the city with no true destination. Well, at first you were driving around aimlessly until Sukuna decided on a location. The traffic fucking sucks ass though. Usually, the traffic from Tokyo to Shinjuku wouldn’t be too bad since it’s barely a 7-10 minute drive, but today it is, so while the light is red, Sukuna leans his head back against the headrest and lazily turns to look at you. He thinks you’re beautiful, even with all your natural attributes.

He licks his licks and pushes himself off the seat to lean over. He grabs the back of your head with one hand and leans in slowly. “I’m bored,” he whispers, “kiss me for entertainment.”

Heat rushes to your cheeks at his bold statement but you lean in anyway. His kisses are so gentle yet they radiate the complete opposite. The sounds are lewd in your ears but he’s kissing you so lovingly. There aren’t any tricks in the way he is kissing, and his tongue barely passes your lips, only enough to pull you in. It’s a great way to kill time while the lights are red but the poor people around you with wandering eyes are sure to be disturbed by such an intimate act. Given it’s not exactly your fault if they see, but still. You blush harder at the fact that there might be wandering eyes and you’re sure that Sukuna can sense it based on the way he smiles against your lips.

He pulls away and then leans back in to place one more kiss on your lips. “What?”

“What if people saw?” Your voice is small and timid while your cheeks glow.

Sukuna looks around and into the other cars without a care. He does happen to make eye contact with a male and smirks in return, “it’s not our problem if they see, doll.”

He pulls you in for another passionate kiss and he continues to do so at every red light. You’re not sure if he’s trying to punish you or something, but it turns you on a lot. You’re just too shy to admit it. He finally parks in a public space and ushers for you to follow after.

“This is where you chose?”

Sukuna hums, “yep, Shinjuku. We’re gonna ditch the car here for a while and explore on foot.”

He locks the car and holds his hand out to you. It’s a silent way of him asking to hold your hand, so you place your hand in his and intertwine your fingers. You like the way he emits natural heat, it makes you feel safe. With time being the beginning of April, there are a ton of blossom trees in the area, so the petals fall like snowfall. There are also lots of people here, so human traffic is unavoidable.

“Wow, you totally match the scene.” You pick a fallen petal from Sukuna’s cheekbone and blow it off your fingers with a small grin.

“Quit it,” Sukuna grumbles as he dusts the rest off of him.

While he does so, your eyes catch a glimpse of the chain around his neck and your heart suddenly feels a light pinch. You lean in towards his chest and kiss the center, a smile making its way to your face when you feel the pendant beneath the fabric. The action surprises Sukuna because he stumbles back from you with pink tinted ears and slightly raised eyebrows. He chortles at you, “are you tempting me in broad daylight?”

“I would never,” you say with a mischievous grin. “I just feel a bit happier today after seeing that on you.”

Sukuna holds his hand out towards you and waits for your hand. “I’ll never take it off again.”

After you lock fingers with him again, you pout and feign annoyance, “yeah, right.”

“Should I get down on my knees and vow my life to you, then?”

“No!” You give his hand a light squeeze and walk forward with him, “people will think you’re proposing. That, or they’ll think I’m being a bitch to you.”

“Well then.”

Sukuna begins to slowly drop as he walks with you and you panic, quickly pulling him back up. “Stop, Sukuna.”

He laughs wholeheartedly with you and nods, “okay, okay. I’m just playing with you.”

So many eyes, so many cameras. The crowd is filled with locals and tourists who are all trying to capture Japan’s beauty. Oh, and of course, there are plenty of vendors that sell sakura souvenirs and a few food vendors as well. Since there are so many people, Sukuna pulls you closer to him and makes sure to hold your hand tighter.

“Do any of these interest you?”

Your eyes catch sight of the various little sakura trinkets and even though it’s cute, you don’t think it’s something you need. It doesn’t hurt to look though, right? Your hand never leaves his, but you continue to drag him around, “I’m just looking.”

He thinks it’s funny that he brought you here, yet you’re the one leading the way. And maybe he’s being possessive or something because he swears he sees men looking at you from time to time. And you can go ahead and call him crazy, he’ll accept it. Obviously, there will be wandering eyes as this is a public space with lots to see, so naturally some eyes will fall on you here and there, but it lowkey irks his soul (if he even has one). Sukuna makes sure to glare at those who stare for too long though. How dare they keep staring at your beauty when you’re obviously here with someone. Gosh, if you weren’t such a scaredy-cat-goody-two-shoes he’d walk up to them and confront them. Shit, if you’d let, he’d drag you up with him and stick his tongue down your throat so they can see that you’re not here alone. Initially, he’d just fuck them up til his knuckles were raw, but he’s not trying to go to jail right now. Not when he has you, so yeah, shoving his tongue down your throat sounds more ideal.

And fuck. Now he’s got a fucking boner in public. Feeling uncomfortably tight, he doesn’t want to move, but you just keep dragging him around, bumping him into all of these strangers. He yanks you back, causing your back to crash into him. “Don’t walk off too far without me.”

Your eyebrows pull down at him and you speak over the crowd. “But we’re holding hands, what does it matter?”

“I’ve got a boner right now. Wanna find a private space?”

It’s a half joke lol. Sukuna already knows what your answer is, but he finds your reactions interesting because you’re genuinely annoyed this time, even with a light smile.

“Oh my god, you’re insatiable. I’m not helping with that, but we can ditch this place really quick and look for a bathroom if you need to relieve yourself.”

Sukuna laughs out loud at your expression and shakes his head, “nah, it’s only half hard. I’ll live, I guess.” He eyes the dango stall and drags you there, barely apologizing to the people he bumps into in the process.

“These look good,” he sighs.

“You eat more than you did when I first met you.” You say this more to yourself, but Sukuna hears it anyway.

“Eating isn’t as satisfying as smoking, but it does the job… somewhat.”

Oh? Is he stressed? Was he serious about the boner??? You don’t say anything else but stick close to Sukuna as you wait in line. When it’s your turn, he orders you each hanami dango. “Mmm~” you sing out as you take a bite. It’s soft and chewy with the perfect amount of sweetness. Sukuna is already on the second ball on the skewer, but just to be an ass, he swallows and leans down with an open mouth, waiting to be fed.

You laugh at his childish behavior but comply, pushing your own into his mouth. If you weren’t in public, you would’ve shoved the whole thing in until it hit the back of his throat (like you did with the popsicle that one time) but you’re not trying to die right now. “You always call me a pig. Are you sure it’s not you?”

Sukuna chews with his eyes closed and a small smile, “I am one, after you.”

“Whatever~”

The next item you purchase is sakura mochi. It’s sweet and salty, the perfect amount of savory. If you’re being honest, you prefer this over the hanami dango. You think Sukuna prefers it, too. Or he’s a follower. You rub your stomach and let out a soft burp, “that was good. Kinda thirsty though, right?”

“Hmm,” Sukuna looks around but most of the vendors sell sakura themed drinks or tea, and he’s not really feeling either of those, so he drags you to a vending machine (one he finds easily, thanks to his height). He buys a bottle of water to help wash everything down and lets you drink first, “here.”

After a while of walking around, you stretch and yawn. “We should’ve packed a blanket, so we could lay down like everyone else.”

He shrugs, “well I didn’t think we’d actually do much today.”

Aw, he’s so cute. You cuddle into him and look up with big eyes, “it’s okay~ Let’s ditch the car here and wander around more. We can go to a shopping center to kill time and then maybe explore Kabukicho?”

Sukuna frowns at you. “You want me to take you to the red-light district?”

“What? I’ll be with you the whole time, so it’s not like anything will really happen.” Your voice has toned down on octave in case you might’ve upset him.

He chews on the inside of his cheek for a bit before sighing. “Then you’ll absolutely have to stay by my side, alright? It’s dangerous for people like you., even if there are a lot of people around.”

This makes you laugh at him, “for people like me? And what about you? I know you look tough, but the danger applies to you too.”

“Y/n.”

He’s very serious, oddly so. This makes you shut up and nod silently.

♡ ♡ ♡

You end up in Don Quijote, spending the rest of the day going from place to place, store to store and playing with each other. By the time you’re done messing around, the sun is already beginning to set, so Sukuna grabs your hand again and groans. “I’m hungry. You?”

“I could eat.”

The wait time for Torikizoku is about half an hour, but talking to Sukuna makes time pass by faster. Before you know it, you’re being led to your table and Sukuna may have bribed the waiter with a lot of money… yeah, a super disrespectful thing to do, but the waiter accepted anyways and turned a blind eye to your age. Well, you’re not that far off from the legal drinking age, you’re just a year short.

You���ll admit that the skewers are pretty damn good and the drinks complement the flavors even better. Now you understand why some people pair alcohol with certain foods. The most you have today is beer, while Sukuna sticks to one shot, since he has to be responsible and drive later. But the more he stares at how you get to enjoy the mix of food and beer, the more envious he becomes. So, while his mouth salivates at the mixture, he thinks to himself that he can just ditch the car and come back for it tomorrow. Surely Satoru wouldn’t mind picking you two up. He doesn’t want to bother Yuuma right now, so.

Sukuna reaches over and drinks the beer from your cup, hissing after the taste settles on his taste buds. You’re wide eyed, “Sukuna, you have to drive.”

He scoffs, “I’m rich.”

“So?”

“So I’ll have someone get us if I can’t sober up later. Most we’ll be is buzzed, promise.”

Even though you click your tongue at him, you stupidly allow him to sip from your cup as well. After dinner is done, you both walk to Kabukicho. Thankfully you’re alright, since you drank with a meal. The night is young and bustling, full of life and party goers. Even though Sukuna’s hold on you is firm, he tries to loosen it just a bit so you won’t feel too suffocated.

You smile in general and excitedly look up at Sukuna, “let’s take pictures.”

“Why?”

Ah, here he is, the Sukuna you know. It’s just like before, when you first started hanging out. He’d always oppose, bitch and complain when you wanted to take a picture, but he’d always give in in the end. You sway a bit to persuade him. “Come on~ Just a few.”

Sukuna knows he’ll give in, but he wants to tease you a bit longer. He sticks his nose up and high and frowns, “why should I? It’s not like you’ll post it.”

That’s true. You’re still a bit scared to post him, but come on, dude. You gently slap at his chest, “it’ll just be for our eyes. Please?”

After staying silent for a few seconds too long, he huffs out a sigh and smirks at you, “fine. Just a few.”

That stupid little smile of yours flashes at him and he can’t help but let out a small laugh. You drag him to an area with a little less human traffic and find a nice spot. On que, Sukuna stands behind you and hunches over a bit so his face leans against the side of your head. The first few photos you take are serious ones, and then the next few you’re the only one smiling. You glare at him jokingly through the screen, “smile, Sukuna.”

“You think you’re the boss of me?”

Even though he says this, he smiles widely for the camera and even goes as far as to kiss the side of your head for one of them. It’s a cute moment because it completely catches you off guard, so in the next photo, your cheeks are burning pink.

Sukuna smiles and lets out a knowing laugh. “You’re blushing~”

You put your phone away and spin back around to face him, “it’s the beer.”

“Sure it is.”

He drags you forward and sling his arm around your shoulders, tucking you away under him from prying eyes. As you guys continue to walk down, people approach and try to lure you into the nightclubs and other businesses but Sukuna quickly turns them down. You wouldn’t mind going in, but Sukuna seems a bit on edge about it, so you just stay quiet and give a short apology each time. He does bring you into the little shops though and lets you look around.

“If you’re not gonna hold my hand the whole time, then stay where I can see you.”

You’re not sure if it’s a threat… Either way, you nod. “Jeez, it’s not like I’ll get swooped up, Sukuna.”

His lips twitch, “it’s actually pretty easy to kidnap someone, even with a crowd of people, y/n. So listen to me.”

Gosh, what’s he so worried about? When you’re done looking around, he takes your hand in his once again and you enter the sea of people. Sukuna points up to get your attention. “Look, you see Godzilla’s head up there?”

Godzilla?? You follow his finger and laugh at how random it is. Just then, a woman runs up to Sukuna and stops you guys in the middle of the crowd. Her hair is strawberry blonde, styled half up and she’s wearing an outfit that accentuates her curves. The keypoint of the outfit is the cutout on her chest, revealing her nice cleavage.

“Hello, how are you today?” Her voice is very pleasing to the ears, that’s for sure.

Sukuna juts out his lips at her and furrows his brows, “I’m not interested.”

When he tries to drag you forward, the woman steps in front of him again with her hands up towards her chest. “Oh, please wait a second! Would you be interested in coming into this place? I promise the drinks are delicious! You won’t regret it.”

Not once has she made eye contact with you… until now. She smiles in an apologetic way towards you, and you completely understand why. The woman is just trying to do her job, luring drunkards in to spend more and more money etc.

Sukuna smiles down at her in a charming way and shakes his head, “no, thank you. I’ve got the best entertainment right here and I don’t even need to pay.”

He earns a hard pinch from you, causing him to wince and hiss. When he sends you a death glare, you widen your eyes and act oblivious. The woman laughs shyly at him and nods, “okay then. Have a great rest of your night.”

Honestly, you’re walking in no actual direction, just following the crowd. Eventually you stumble into Golden Gai. It has more of a nostalgic vibe to it and it’s mostly filled with bars that provide stools for eight. Still, it’s a bit busy. Sukuna later pulls you into one of the businesses and you both have a bit more to drink. Don’t ask why you didn’t fight him against it more, it totally slipped your mind with how much fun you were having.

When the fun is done, you both make it back to where Sukuna parked the car. He’s not holding your hand anymore. Instead, he’s holding a small bag of fresh churros from one of the shops earlier. They were holding an event or something but you weren’t really paying attention. Anyway, there were a few cars parked near his when you first arrived but now that it’s late in the night, there are only two other cars in the parking lot. It’s a bit weird how secluded this area suddenly feels.

Sukuna burps involuntarily, “whoo, I’m a bit buzzed. Let’s cool off, yeah?”

“Sure.”

You’re about to pull the door handle but Sukuna shakes his head and taps the hood of his car. “Let’s lay down right here.”

You look at him and then the car with uncertainty. “Are you sure?”

He’s already laying on top of it, so you follow after and do the same. The sky is covered in a blanket of stars while the moon is half full. And wow, the coolness of the car does feel relaxing under your hot skin. Sukuna stuffs a few of the small churros in his mouth and then offers you some.

“These are good,” you compliment.

All he does is hum. Wow, he must be more buzzed than he’s letting on. When did he drink so much without you? Well, maybe you’re not as buzzed since all you had was beer, but he only mixed drinks a few times and he ate a big meal. You’re pretty relaxed right now and the only sound being made is the crinkling of the bag from both your hands going in back and forth. When there’s no more to eat, Sukuna reaches into his pocket and pulls out his lighter and cigarettes.

“You’re gonna smoke?”

It’s been a while. Sukuna doesn’t say anything. He settles the cancer stick between his lips, cupping his hand over it as he sparks up the lighter. Your curious little eyes watch the whole thing. You’ve seen him do this numerous times, yet every time you ask to try he denies. Since he’s feeling well, will his answer be different?

You nudge him gently while the smoke curls out from his mouth. “Can I try?”

“No way.”

Ah, like aways–

“Just kidding. You really want to?”

Huh? Did he just ask if you wanted to? You do a double take and stare at him like a dumbass. You’d ask if he’d repeat himself but that might change his mind, so you nod.

Sukuna chuckles, “alright.” He pushes himself off the car to sit up and motions for you to do the same. He passes the cigarette to you. “Go on.”

Every cell in your body is jumping with excitement, but you’re trying not to let it show because he might think you’re being stupid. You exhale slowly through your nose and take the cigarette from him. Shit. You feel more nervous now that his eyes are watching your every move.

You copy what he did earlier and inhale deeply, but then you immediately start to choke on smoke. Your face turns bright red from the force of coughing and Sukuna bursts out laughing at you. He’s been doing that a lot around you lately. Still, his heavy hand comes up to your back and he begins to pat roughly.

“Now who told you to take such a big puff, hmm?”

He’s looking down at you with gleaming eyes and you feel so put on the spot, yet you can’t stop yourself from blushing at the way he looks at you. Thankfully you can mask the blush with the redness from coughing, but a tiny bit of you thinks Sukuna isn’t fooled. He scoots closer to you and takes the cigarette from your hand. You’re about to argue against it but he beats you.

“Wanna shotgun it?”

Hah??? You must be very obvious. Sukuna chortles to himself and waves the cigarette in the air, “it means I’ll smoke it and then pass it to you through your mouth. It’d be easier than inhaling it yourself.” His face brightens a bit as a memory pops up into his head. “It’s the same as me passing liquor from my mouth into yours, y/n.” He takes another puff for himself and then flicks the cigarette. “In my opinion, it works better with a blunt since the smoke is thicker, but it works the same with cigarettes.”

You want to learn all the things Sukuna knows. You want to learn how to smoke, wanna learn how to do everything he does too. Sukuna inhales and holds the smoke in his mouth. He holds your face and gently leans in, pressing his lips to yours. You part your lips on instinct and inhale the smoke into your own mouth with closed eyes. Well whaddya know, it is easier.

Sukuna then quickly captures your lips with his own, causing the excess smoke to blow out in puffs around you. The kiss has remnants of booze on your tongues, cinnamon and now tobacco. Your hands fall onto Sukuna’s neck as the kiss deepens with you kissing back eagerly.

Sukuna discards the cigarette, throwing it somewhere on the ground. His hands wander as you kiss slowly; one hand tracing down, gently gripping your waist. His other hand moves from your face and threads into your hair to kiss you even deeper. You separate for a second to catch your breath but quickly rush back in, causing the tips of your nose to bump together while your tongues collide with each other, sparking electricity.

The fact that you’re almost completely in a secluded area makes it feel like time has slowed down for you. It’s quiet with the only sound being your lips meeting again and again with little groans in between. Feeling a little impatient, Sukuna’s hands ride up into your shirt, his cold fingers tracing your back. It sends a chill up your spine and you gasp into the kiss, earning a low chuckle from Sukuna.

Before anything escalates out here with prying eyes, you back up and catch your breath. “We gotta go, Sukuna. It’s getting late.”

“No, we don’t,” he whispers, leaning in to chase after another kiss.

You back up even further and let out a small laugh, “Sukuna, we’re in public.”

Your words go in his ear and out the other because he leans forward and decides to attach his lips to your neck instead. He leaves light kisses before he starts to suck gently.

“Don’t mark it,” you sigh, trying to be careful.

Seeing how eager and turned on he is, you push him away and nod your head in a direction. “We can go back and find a hotel. There were lots that we passed when we walked around.”

Sukuna shakes his head at you and jumps off the hood of his car and pulls you off as well, “no time.” He quickly scans the area for any cameras and when he finds none, he unlocks the car and pushes you inside. He goes in through his side and then locks his car again. With impatient hands, he pulls you over to his side and reclines his seat back.

“We’re doing this here? Now?” The shock in your voice is really cute.

Sukuna’s eyes are filled with lust and they’re hazy. You know this look all too well, so you give in and undo your bottoms. Soft lips meet yours again while you grind down on his hardened length. The warm air from your breaths fogged up the windows and it all happened so fast. Your lips connected, his pants unzipped and his dick deep within you while his hands find solace at your hips.

You’ve been riding him for quite some time now, so when he feels you losing pace, he begins to bounce you up and down while his hips snap up. “Fuck,” he groans, throwing his head back as his dick begins to feel more sensitive.

You pant even harder as your stomach begins to tighten. Gosh, he’s thrusting into you so hard that the whole car is practically shaking. You’re sure that if the owner of the cars came back and saw, they’d already know what was going on but the booze in your system is making it hard to care. One of Sukuna’s hands lifts your shirt up to expose your breasts and his mouth quickly attaches to your nipple, licking and flicking with the desperate need to cum.

“Ngh–” your moan is cut off from Sukuna slamming you back down on him. You release first, your thighs clenching and shaking from sensitivity while he continues to fuck you. Just to tease you more, Sukuna licks his thumb and begins to rub your clit in a circular motion.

“Sukuna– stop!” Your body jolts from the action and you smack his hand away from you, “please.”

He chuckles but quickly groans when he feels himself nearing. In a panic, he lifts you off of him and quickly covers his tip with his thumb so he doesn’t cum. Seeing this, you get off of him and crawl back to your side. Without a word, you lean over and remove his hand.

“???”

Before he knows it, your mouth is on his tip and you're sucking the cum from his fucking dick. And that’s not all. Now you’re being a bitch and going down on him when he’s sensitive. His nose scrunches while his face tightens. “Fuck, y/n–” Sukuna cuts himself off and throws his head back into the headrest when you suck even harder, licking up a prominent vein. If you keep going, he might piss in your fucking mouth. Not wanting to do so, his fingers lace into your hair and he yanks you off, his breathing finally calming down once you’ve been detached.

You haven’t swallowed the cum yet so you’re about to, but Sukuna pulls you towards him and locks his lips with yours again. He doesn’t care that his cum is being mixed on his tongue, all he wants to do is kiss you. You moan into the kiss when his tongue pushes even further and damn, you’ve never thought you’d be this kind of person… into all of this dirty risky shit and all. When he’s done, he pulls back with a string of saliva mixed with cum connecting you until it snaps and falls onto your chins.

“Swallow it, doll.”

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[kikufuku01]

I Love You, Always

Sukuna x Reader

Part 14 Three Brats ♡♡♡ Part 15 Sakura series m. list

Reblogs, likes and comments are appreciated!

Warnings: Oral(o/c receiving), sex, nipple pinching, Sukuna is horny and wants your attention (lol)

"Sukuna, get up." You violently slap his arm, "you gotta leave after my parents leave."

“No.”

You smack his arm harder this time, “you can’t be here today.”

Sukuna lazily lifts his head from your pillow and frowns, “why not? I heard everything.”

“Which is why you have to go. I can’t have you here today.”

He chooses to ignore you by laying back down, turning his back towards you and all you can do about it is get annoyed. If you kick him out now, there’s a chance someone will see him. With one final blow to the back of his head, you sigh and then throw the blanket over his head, “fine, stay hidden in there and don’t come out all day.”

Sukuna doesn’t bother to respond, so you gather up new clothes and head out to freshen up. You’d usually take your sweet time showering but your heart is anxious, since Sukuna doesn’t want to leave. After towel-drying your hair, you head towards the kitchen and prepare yourself something to eat while your parents walk around back and forth in the house. And since Sukuna wants to be an asshole, he doesn’t get any breakfast.

Your mom pokes her head into the kitchen while putting earrings in, “Ayumi said she’d tell you when she’s around the corner, so make sure not to go back to sleep.”

“I get it.”

She gives you a quick scowl but nods anyway, “we’ll be off then.”

You’re eating as you wait around for five minutes when you finally hear the sound of your dad’s footsteps traveling down the steps to the front door along with your mom’s. Once the door clicked, you wandered out into the living room and lounged around, waiting for Ayumi’s text. It took about fifteen minutes before your phone started ringing.

“Hello?”

“Oh hey, y/n, I’m outside, do you mind opening the gate?”

You jump up from the couch immediately, “of course.”

Instead of going outside to open the gate, you go towards the buzzer by the door and press the button.

“Asa-san, Ayumi-san, it’s great to see you again.”

You’d give them a hug if they weren’t each carrying a sleeping child in their arms. They smile at you in unison and wander into the house.

“Sorry for the late notice again,” Ayumi says with a sorrowful smile.

You shake your head at her, “it’s totally fine. I wasn’t doing anything.”

Asa looks around and starts to walk towards your bedroom, “since they’re both asleep, should I place them in here?”

Fucking shit!!! You look pretty fucking sketchy based on your stunned expression, but what are you supposed to do?! You’d look weirder to them if you said no, but Sukuna is in there lying dead asleep like an ass! Hell, they aren’t even paying attention to you. Instead, Ayumi is following Asa and before they open the door, she turns back at you, “in here?”

You’re caught. You should’ve kicked him out the moment your parents were gone. Why didn’t you try harder? Now you’re caught! You manage to force a smile and laugh nervously, “yeah, just place them down and I’ll tuck them in after you guys leave. Isn’t Hotaru still in the car?”

Ayumi chuckles, “yes, but he’s asleep as well.” She walks in with Asa and places Ren down first before glancing up at Asa. “Honey, you should go back to the car first to make sure Hotaru is alright and then bring in the kid��s things. I’ll be out in a second.”

When you walk in, your heart literally falls out of your ass and you sigh a breath of relief. Sukuna isn’t here! Well, he isn’t on the bed anymore and you’ve no clue where he’s at, but you’re grateful that he’s gone for now.

Asa lays Haru down as well and gives you a small bow with his head, “thank you so much for this favor, y/n-san. As a way to pay you back, please let Ayumi and I take you out for dinner someday.”

You quickly bring your hands up and shake them with a laugh, “oh no, there’s really no need to do that. We’re family, that’s what family is for.”

Ayumi takes your hand in hers and leans on Asa, “please, we feel so indebted to you, y/n.”

Well, since that day would most likely never come, you awkwardly nod your head and agree. Asa leaves first to go to the car while Ayumi explains how her kids are. Most of it just went in one ear and out the other… all you really caught were naughty and don’t play well together.

With Ayumi and Asa gone, the two kids asleep in your room and Sukuna disappearing, all you can do is lay around downstairs and wait for them to wake up. Where did he run off to anyway? Did he sneak out through the window? Maybe you should look for him.

You enter your room again and tiptoe around quietly. Nope, not here. Where could he have gone? You go to the window and check but the window is locked, which means he’s somewhere in the house… when did he wake up?

“Sukuna?”

You make sure to keep your voice low because frankly, you’re not ready to care for two kids yet. After searching the whole downstairs, including the pantry, you go up. As expected, the upstairs living room is empty. There’s a heavy pull to your eyebrows as you continue to wander about. He’s nowhere here and the only place left is your parent’s room, so you push the door open and peek inside.

“What are you doing here?”

Your voice pulls him out of his train of thoughts and he turns around with a goofy grin, “this you?”

It’s a photo of you in your middle school days and boy… you weren’t all that cute in the photo. Just that one though! Your face burns red with embarrassment as you march over and snatch the frame. You flip it down so that it’s no longer showing, “I asked why you were in here.”

Sukuna muses, “I was bored. I came up here a little before your guests arrived.”

You jab at him with an angry frown, “that doesn’t mean you can just wander as you please. What if you got caught?”

He grabs your wrist and pulls you closer, “but I didn’t.”

“And if you did?”

He wears a pretty smirk on his pretty face, a playful glint sparkling in his eyes, “then I’d act like I was robbing you. I’ve got the looks to play the part.”

There’s that laugh he was looking for. You shove him away with your free hand and back away, “you’re stupid.”

“Only for you.”

You deadpan, “yeah, right.” You drag him out of the room, “anyway, now that I’ve found you, you can’t be here.”

“I think I can help you look after these runts.” Sukuna playfully puffs out his chest and gives it a smack, “I did pretty well with that other runt last time, don’t you think?”

He’s got a point, but you absolutely cannot risk these kids tattling on you. With a stern voice, you answer, “that’s true, but these kids are older. Hotaru only babbled.”

He follows you down the stairs with heavy feet, “then I’ll threaten them.”

“Sukuna.”

“Kidding~” he raises his hands above his head and sways side to side, “just tell them that I’m a friend that’s here to help. It can’t be that big of a problem. I’ll bribe them with money, too. Kids love that.”

You frown at him again, “they’ll ask where the money came from.”

Sukuna leans over your face and smiles like an innocent child while his eyes tell a different story, “from you, of course.”

You’re going to argue back but your bedroom door suddenly opens and all doom falls on you. It hit you like a baseball bat, you swear. Sukuna didn’t expect for the door to open either, based on how much he stiffened. You turn around with a nervous smile and look at the seven year old. He’s staring back at you while he rubs one eye.

“Hi… Haru.”

Haru’s eyes go from tired to curious and he walks up to you with an expression you can’t read. His small hands grab at yours and then he glances up at Sukuna, “who is this, auntie y/n?”

Sukuna stifles back his laughter and raises his eyebrows, “yeah, who am I, auntie y/n?”

“Oh, this is my friend, Sukuna.” You lower yourself to his level and hold a finger up to your mouth, “but you can’t tell anyone about him, okay?”

Haru squints his big eyes at you, “why not?”

Crap. Your brain actually stalls and loads as you look for an excuse but none come to you. All you really can do is panic internally.

Sukuna taps the kid’s head and sighs, “because I can play with you and your brother better, since we’re guys.”

Well that’s sexist. You roll your eyes at them, “what kind of excuse is that?”

Haru ignored you and beams at Sukuna instead, “you have a dingdong like me, right?”

“Yeah,” Sukuna bursts out laughing and nods along, “except mine's way bigger than yours.”

Haru shakes his head at him and releases your hand to slap Sukuna’s thigh, “mine is bigger! We can measure.”

“No, you can’t.” You stand back to your normal height, “just promise that you and Ren won’t mention Sukuna. If you promise, my friend will give you money.”

“Okay!”

You have doubts but if they tell, hopefully Ayumi and Asa will think they’re talking nonsense. Ren wakes up a little after the whole incident as well and you explain the same thing to him, except you tell him that it’s a game and the winner would get more money the next time you saw them. He looked eager to take the deal but children make promises like it’s nothing.

♡ ♡ ♡

By now it’s around one and you’re busy looking around in the kitchen for something to cook. Since you weren’t properly listening to Ayumi, you’re left to guess what they can and can’t eat. There’s a 20% chance they’re allergic to specific things and you’re sure they’re picky eaters since they’re young, so you’re trying to be mindful. Okay, Ren is five, so he might eat whatever you feed him, but Haru is definitely around the age of being a picky eater.

“Curry udon it is.”

You mutter to yourself as you gather the needed ingredients. The house is the loudest it's ever been since Sukuna is watching them for you. You easily find what you need and get to work. Because you don’t have all-purpose flour, you substitute by mixing 100g of bread flour and 100g of cake flour with water. You begin to mix it in slowly, pouring the water and a bit of salt in time by time until the consistency becomes dough-like. When that’s done, you spread flour onto a tray and lay it down, continuously kneading and spreading until it’s ready. It’s going to be a long process to get the dough completely smooth, so you’ll be at it for a while. And maybe you’re out of shape, but your arms are already starting to get sore. Ugh, you don’t even want to know what the chaos going on is about. You shove the dough into the fridge and prepare to make the curry.

While you’re busy doing that, Sukuna is laying on the couch and playing on his phone. He’s not even watching them!

Haru is busy controlling his remote-control race car while Ren follows him around and hovers over his shoulder. Feeling annoyed, Haru reaches behind him and shoves Ren back, “go play by yourself!”

Ren stumbles backwards but stays persistent in lingering around, “I want to play with it too!”

“You’re annoying!” Haru shoves his younger brother again and controls the car to go somewhere else. He makes sure to travel around the living room with the car though so he doesn’t lose sight of it.

Ren wordlessly follows his older brother again, still waiting for a turn. When Haru hears him coming, he stands up and holds the remote close to his chest with a glare, “leave me alone! Play with the other toys.”

This finally catches Sukuna’s attention, so he removes his eyes from the screen and clicks his tongue at Haru, “stop it.” He sees Haru shove Ren back again and sits up on the couch when Ren’s lips begin to quiver. “Look, he’s about to cry any second now because of you.”

Haru glares at Sukuna this time and walks away to play with the car in another area of the house but he stops when he hears Ren behind him again. This time he hits Ren’s head with his knuckles which makes Sukuna stand from the couch. He frowns at the seven year old, “oi, would you stop that? You’re gonna make him cry.”

“I don’t care.” Haru walks towards the car and picks it up, “I don’t share toys with Ren.”

He walks towards him again and pushes him back but this time it’s a little too hard and the boy falls onto his butt. Just like that, the younger brother begins to sob and Sukuna has no choice but to walk to them, “look, you made him cry. What did I tell you?”

Sukuna snatches both the car and remote from Haru, “none of you can play with it if you can’t share.” An evil grin plays on his face, “now it’s mine.”

Ren continues to cry while Haru kicks Sukuna’s leg as hard as he can (it’s doing no damage lol), “give it back! It’s mine!”

He sticks his tongue out at the kid and puts the car down to play with it, “go cry to auntie y/n about it.” As soon as the car starts moving, he smiles more child-like, “I’ve always wanted a race car!”

Haru does as told and runs to wherever you are. Knowing that there’s trouble around, he picks Ren up and goes to the kitchen as well. Like a brat, Haru angrily stomps in and tugs at your clothes, “auntie y/n, your stupid boyfriend won’t give me back my race car!”

You look down at him with furrowed eyebrows, “he’s not my boyfriend! And Sukuna,” you change your line of view to him, “stop being a child and give him back his toy. You should know better.”

Sukuna lifts Ren to get a better hold of him and shrugs innocently, “I’m discipling them.”

This time you cross your arms, “you aren’t their parent; therefore you get no say on how to discipline.”

He likes to challenge you, so he talks back like a smart ass. Sukuna steps further into the kitchen, “I’m their guardian right now, so that means whatever I say goes.” He waves the toy in the air to tease Haru, “if they can’t learn to share the toy and play together then they can’t play at all.”

“The. Toy. Is. Mine.” He gets in Haru’s face and smiles in a cunning way, “am I clear?”

You stop what you’re doing and stare at Sukuna with a bored face, “I didn’t know I was signing up to watch over three brats. Since you also can’t play fair with them, you don’t get the toy either.” You hold your hand out to receive the toy, “hand it over.”

Sukuna scoffs, clearly amused, “no way.”

“Sukuna, give it.”

He hums softly to himself and gives you a mischievous look, “if I give it to you then I’ll just have to find something more interesting to play with.” He steps closer to you, “something like… your kitty?”

You shove Sukuna away from you and continue to make the udon base, “that’s disgusting.”

Ren blinks his big owl eyes at you, “auntie, you have a cat?”

You’re gonna pretend you didn’t hear that. Sukuna on the other hand has other plans as he plays around and nods like he’s talking about something innocent.

“She sure does. It’s pretty and cute… soft and really friendly.”

Ren’s eyes go even wider than they already are and this time Haru clings onto Sukuna’s leg, “can we see?”

Alright, this has gone too far. You turn down the heat and ruffle Haru’s hair, “Sukuna is talking nonsense. I don’t own a cat.” You smile cutely at Ren as well, “he’s talking about my neighbor’s kitten. Now,” you glare at Sukuna again, “give it.”

Sukuna rolls his eyes at you and puts Ren down, “fine.”

When Sukuna is out of sight, you give the toy back and point a stern finger at them, “if you can’t share then I’m taking it away again. Understood?”

Haru looks down but nods his head at you. Same goes for Ren, ���yes, auntie.”

“Go have fun.”

Gosh, what a headache. Three brats… really??? Anyway, since the broth is starting to boil, you add in some bonito flakes, turn the heat off and wait for around a minute until the flakes completely sink. After that, you strain it and begin to cut up the rest of the ingredients, even going so far as to add some pork belly. For the curry mix, you combine curry powder, flour, potato starch and water.

You’re done cooking the pork belly and don’t question why Sukuna is suddenly in the kitchen again until he stands right behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. Feeling that it’s too risky, you push him with your elbows, “get off of me.”

Your words fall on deaf ears because Sukuna starts to leave tiny little kisses down your neck and onto your shoulders. You stiffen in his hold as your breath hitches from the tickling sensation, “stop, Sukuna.” You use your elbow again, “not here, my nephews are in the room next door.”

Sukuna’s hands travel down to the waistband of your bottoms and he sighs softly to himself, “they’re busy, come on.” He gives your shoulder another kiss, “let me get a taste.”

You’ve already poured the veggies, pork and broth in so you’re too busy manually removing the foam from the pot to actually fight back, “stop being a pervert and go play with them. I’m making lunch.”

Sukuna’s fingers just dig deeper into your pants while he watches you pour in soy sauce, mirin and sugar, “they’re getting along and playing just fine, I made sure. They won’t even know what’s going on in here.” His right hand cups over your crotch while his middle finger presses down right onto your clit, “don’t you think youthful innocence is just so cute?”

He’s the fucking devil. You’re trying to focus, so you continue to cook, “yes, it is. I’d like to keep it that–” you jump from the sudden sensation of rubbing and try to ignore him as best as you can, “I’d like to keep it that way. Who knows if they’ll walk in and become traumatized because you can’t keep your hands to yourself.”

He smirks onto your shoulder as his fingers become soaked in your arousal. Like the ass that he is, he slips two fingers in and begins to pump in and out at a steady pace, “I just want a taste of dessert. After all,” his other hand slips into your shirt and under your bra, “you were being mean.” His fingers begin to rub and tweak at your hardened nipples, making it hard to concentrate.

Your eyes shut momentarily as you lower the heat to lower to let it simmer and thicken, “how so?”

Sukuna brings his mouth towards your ear and gives it a slow lick, “you took the race car away from me. Now I have nothing left but your kitty to play with.” He places a gentle kiss on the shell of your ear, “let me get a taste.”

“There’s no way in hell.”

After adding the curry mix, you try to push Sukuna away but he holds you firmly and pushes another finger into you, “you’re behind a counter, y/n, and the kids are in the other room. No one will see a thing.”

Just as Ren runs into the kitchen, Sukuna ducks down to be unseen and pulls your bottoms down as well. Ren stands by the entrance, holding up a lego piece he built, “auntie y/n, look! I built a car!”

“Spread your legs.”

Sukuna whispers loud enough just for you to hear. Obviously, you don’t comply. Instead, you make big eyes at Ren and nod, “wow~ Oh-” you cut yourself off when you feel Sukuna spread your legs for your and forces you to stick your ass out so he can get a better angle. He licks a stripe down your cunt from behind like the nasty man that he is. To fix your mistake, you laugh, “that’s so cool, Ren. Just keep playing over there with Haru, okay? Lunch is almost ready.”

By now, Sukuna is greedily tongue-fucking you and you have no choice but to act like nothing is happening. Ren cocks his head, “are you okay, auntie? You’re moving a lot. Where is uncle Sukuna at? I want to show him!”

He’s about to come to you but you hold your hands out at him and stop him, “no, go play in the living room. Sukuna– ngh… he went to the bathroom, I think.” You point behind Ren and smile as best as you can, “go over there and I’ll go get him for you, okay?”

Ren blinks twice before eventually smiling again, “okay! Tell him to hurry so I can show him!”

He’s out as quick as that and all you can do is breathe a sigh of relief. Once you’ve calmed down, you turn back and try to shake him off, “get your tongue out from there, you fucking pervert!”

Sukuna smirks against your cunt and buries himself deeper, chuckling lowly when you bite your own lip to hide your moans. Even if you used all your strength to shove him away, he’s holding you firmly in place with no problem. He can taste your mess, but he continues to kitten lick you through your orgasm.

“Stop,” you sigh out as your legs begin to shake and lose strength. You can barely manage to stand as overstimulation begins to hit and the only thing keeping you standing is Sukuna’s hold.

With one final lick, he swallows your taste and pulls your bottoms back up in one swift move, “oh, shut up. You enjoyed it.” He tidies your clothes up a bit and wraps his arms around your waist again, “I felt your cute little hole clenching.” His lips tickle the back of your neck as he mutters against it, “you were excited, weren’t you?”

“No, I was horrified he was going to discover us like this.”

He rubs his lips against your skin and then pulls away smugly, “I couldn’t help it. You taste so good. I want more.”

Before his hands can wander more, you turn off the heat, unravel yourself from him and go towards the fridge to take the dough out to cut, “later, okay? Stop distracting me.”

You lay out a bunch of flour so the pieces don’t stick together and begin to roll it flat when Sukuna leans over and pokes at it with a pout.

“I just want a kiss, then.”

“A kiss? If I give you one then you’ll shut up and be on your way?”

What an ass. He lingers in your kitchen, does as he wants, watches you cook and doesn’t bother to help at all. After you’ve rolled the dough out enough, you fold it and begin to cut them precisely.

Sukuna flicks the flour from his hand and nods, “yes ma’am.”

Fine, if a kiss will shut him up then so be it. You cup his cheeks with your flour covered hands and give him a soft peck on the lips. It’s nothing romantic at all, but a kiss is a kiss. You pull back from him and look him in the eyes, “happy?”

He looks far from it, lol. Sukuna’s lips twitch into a frown and he clicks his tongue sassily at you, “not a fucking peck. What am I, a kid? Give me a real kiss.”

You look away from him to resume cutting the dough into noodle pieces, “but– mph!”

Sukuna impatiently grabs your chin with one hand and slams his lips down on yours, forcing your mouth open with his tongue. He pushes his tongue against yours and makes sure that you can barely catch your breath before breaking away. Like the dick that he is, he smirks to himself in a proud manner and wipes your lips for you with his thumb, “that’s more like it.”

He wipes the flour off of his own cheeks and then smacks your ass with his left hand, “no take backs. You better serve yourself on a silver platter for me later.”

“I–”

He doesn’t bother to linger any longer as he walks out of the kitchen, “yo, kiddos! What did you want to show me?”

You wipe at your own mouth and scoff in disbelief, “that asshole.”

Ugh! Whatever… You try to forget about the wet mess that you are and boil the noodles so they’re ready to serve.

♡ ♡ ♡

You pour the curry into a small bowl and go out to find them. The first thing you see is Sukuna hogging the race car while Haru clings to his leg as he waits for his turn. Even when you said for him to play nice he’s still being greedy… you smile at the scene anyways and tap your foot on the ground to get their attention. Sukuna’s eyes never leave the car but he responds.

“What?”

You shrug in an obvious way, “where’s Ren?”

“Shit, dunno.”

Really, Sukuna? You groan at him, “you lost him?”

Sukuna’s other hand begins to push at Haru as he tries to pry him off, “he’s not lost, just somewhere else.”

Haru’s little hands clutch onto Sukuna’s pants tighter, “quit it, it’s my turn now.”

“Beat it, kid.”

You’re beginning to lose patience with the two as you speak, “Haru, where’s your brother?”

The kid whips his head around and stares at you with the same big owl-like eyes as Ren. He shrugs his little shoulders, “he left to play by himself.”

Crap. Guess you’ll have to seek him yourself. He shouldn’t be too far, so hopefully you can locate him quickly. Since it’s obvious that he’s not in this area, you go into your room and search. Nope, not there either.

“Ren,” you call out, “it’s time to eat.”

You go upstairs with hasty steps and halt at the top when you see him peacefully building legos by himself. The only thing you’re dreading is the bunch of legos that he dumped out onto the floor, but that’s an issue for later. For now, it’s time to eat.

“Ren,” you say again, “come here.”

He silently stands from where he’s sitting and runs over to you, “wanna play?”

“Maybe later. Here, try this.”

You give him the bowl and make him try the curry.

“Is it spicy? Can you eat it?”

Ren’s chubby cheeks turn a soft shade of pink but he beams at you happily, “it’s yummy.”

“Good!”

You pick him up and carry him down with you while shouting.

“Time to eat!”

Both Haru and Ren line up behind you to get their portion and so does Sukuna. He’s standing there like a big baby waiting to be pampered and coddled, how ridiculous. You start off with Haru and give him his bowl, “walk slowly and go sit at the table over there. Would you like anything specific to drink?”

He lights up like a bulb, “soda!”

“Is that okay with your mom–”

“Ah come on, let the kid have some soda.”

Sukuna’s louder voice cuts through yours and when you turn back to glare at him, he cackles and hides behind his bowl to avoid your gaze. Haru taps your leg and nods eagerly, “yeah, auntie y/n, listen to your boyfriend. I want soda.”

“He’s not my–”

“Let the kid be happy, baby.”

The way Sukuna says it is so cunningly sweet that it irritates your soul… however, there’s a giddy feeling in your stomach from his stupid ass teasing. How is it possible for him to be so carelessly playful all the time? Once Haru gets out of the way, you give Ren his and walk him over to the table. Sukuna scoffs in offense, “aren’t you forgetting about someone?”

“You’re a big boy, Sukuna. You can serve yourself.” You’re speaking to him in the same playful tone he used on you and hide your laugh when he squints pettily.

He makes sure to huff and puff repeatedly when filling his own bowl but it only makes him look like a man-child. “Are you going to offer me a drink too or ignore me again?”

You move to make yourself a bowl as well and tap your cheek, “hmm, don’t you have two feet that work?”

“I have a third leg that wo–”

“Alright, alright, what do you want to drink, asshole.”

He snickers triumphantly, “soda for me, too.”

Clink, clink, clink and clink. You place four cans down on the table and sit across from Sukuna, digging in after everyone has already started. The next hour consists of you watching the three of them play together. Of course, there are moments when you have to step in and tell Sukuna to stop being childish, but he only listens for a few minutes and then goes right back to acting like a kid. Ren is the only one who is laid back, but that’s because he’s occupied with the many other toys Ayumi packed.

“I’ll be right back.”

You go back upstairs and take your sweet time to collect the lego pieces that were dumped. Just how many pieces are included in this set? You crawl over to grab the two buckets and hum to yourself. 2,000 pieces per bucket, wow.

“That’s my car!���

Ren’s voice roars from downstairs and his loud crying follows shortly after. Gosh, Sukuna can’t have the race car so he takes Ren’s? Why can’t he be a bit more responsible? You quickly gather the pieces in bunches and snap the lid back on so you can bring both buckets downstairs with you.

“Sukuna, would you quit acting like a brat?”

Your voice dies down when you see the situation. It wasn’t him that took the car, it was Haru. Sukuna is looking at you with an ‘are you serious right now’ look while cradling Ren in his arms to help console him.

“Oh…”

His frown quickly lifts into a grin as he mocks you, “yeah, oh.”

Embarrassment seeps into you as you walk over to Haru. You hold out your hand and demand for the lego car, “what did I say about playing nice? If you can’t do that, you can’t play at all.”

Haru crosses his arms and frowns at you, “then I’ll tell my mom and dad about your boyfriend!”

“Ouu,” Sukuna bursts out laughing at you and covers his mouth with a fist, “he got you there.”

“You’re not helping the situation, Sukuna. None of this would’ve happened if you had just left when I told you to.”

He bounces Ren in his arms to help lull him, “if I left, you would’ve been stressed trying to take care of them on your own.”

Well, he has a point. Damn him. You feel so defeated today as nothing is going your way… What are you supposed to do? The three of them won’t share the damn race car, Ren is in love with the one he built yet Haru won’t let him have it and even when you told Sukuna to be an adult, he won’t let the kid have the race car to himself.

While you’re blanking out about what to do, Sukuna takes it upon himself to step closer and pull you into an embrace with his other arm, “stressed out?”

“A bit,” you sulk, muttering against his chest.

Haru grimaces at the scene but quickly becomes jealous when he realizes he’s being left out, so he quickly shoves himself between you and hugs Sukuna’s thighs, “I want a hug too! How come you guys are only hugging Ren?!”

Sukuna playfully rolls his eyes, “beat it, kid.” Despite saying that, he releases you and kneels down to pick him up.

“I was just having a bit of fun, y/n. I didn’t mean to stress ya out.”

He tries to make it up to you by puckering his lips for a kiss but you immediately reject it and shoot him down.

“Fine,” he grumbles, “hey kids, how about we all clean up and watch a movie together?”

Ren sniffles, wiping his own tears, “movie?”

“What kind of movie?” Haru adds.

Sukuna moves his head closer to Haru’s and lightly headbutts him, “any kind you want. You just can’t say a word about me being here, okay?”

The kid squints with suspicion and scoffs, “don’t forget about the money you promised.”

He puts them down and digs into his wallet to give them pocket change, “yeah, yeah.”

It’s kind of cute watching them run around the house as they try to tidy things up. Sukuna is barely doing anything to help but it’s the effort that counts and the other two are shoving things in their duffel bag. Since it’s almost four now, you’re curious on how much longer you’ll have to watch them. You would text Ayumi but you’re not sure how serious Hotaru’s condition is, so it might sound insensitive of you to ask how much longer you’ll have to babysit.

So, you guys spent a good few minutes arguing on what to watch since everyone’s preference was different. Sukuna wanted to watch horror but you argued against him since it wouldn’t be appropriate for children to watch, therefore you’ve all settled on Coraline. Sukuna is stuck on the other end of the couch with Haru sitting beside him and then there’s Ren and you. Because he’s a bit scared of the movie, he’s clinging to you and Sukuna is glaring at the poor kid through the corners of his eyes. He’s jealous that you’ve given these kids all of your attention because now he’s left hanging.

They fall asleep halfway through the movie, possibly from food coma and from sitting still for so long. Sukuna turns to look at you with a gentle pout still on his lips, “kids are asleep.”

“What about it?” You whisper back.

He points down at his thighs, “this brat is heavy, and my legs are asleep so let’s move them.”

Aww, Haru looks so cute when he’s not being a smart mouth, almost like Sukuna. You carefully lift Ren up and stand from the couch, “they should be fine in my room again.”

You wait for Sukuna to stand as well and then go towards your room. You’re about to enter, but Sukuna turns and goes in a different direction. “Uh, where are you going?”

He doesn’t even look at you, “putting them in the room upstairs.”

“Why?”

All he does is ignore you, so you have no choice but to follow him up. It’s so weird! It’s weird to see Sukuna with kids. You weren’t used to it last time and you’re not used to it now. He looks too soft… To imagine him as a father is just funny, and with that imagination in mind, you end up laughing a little too loud.

He tucks Haru in first and looks up at you, “what’s so funny?”

“Nothing, just… it’s nothing.” You pull the blanket over Ren and start walking away, “why did you bring Haru up here anyway?”

Big arms snake around your waist, holding you in place, “so they won’t get in my way.” Sukuna releases you, bends down and picks you up bridal style after, “you haven’t paid attention to me all day.”

A giggle leaves your lips at his immaturity, “that’s a lie, I paid attention to you this morning.”

“You left me hanging.”

“Oh, you got me there.”

He leans down and leaves a kiss on the tip of your nose, “now it’s time to make up for it.”

Your smile drops at his statement and you begin to flail in his arms, “Sukuna, no. The kids are still here.” You feel his grip on you tighten so you begin to flail harder, “you can sneak back over later tonight. We can’t do anything here.”

He shuts your door with his foot and throws you onto the bed, “it’ll be fine, y/n. They’re dead asleep.”

This guy… No. You can’t let him have his way right now but Sukuna quickly topples over you, trapping you beneath him. He’s not exactly sitting on you, just hovering above, but he’s a lot heavier than you so no matter how much you try to fight him off he won’t budge.

He smirks down at you, “I hope you realize how loudly you’re laughing. You’ll wake them up if you continue.”

“Good, hopefully they can save me from this horny pervert!”

“Ahh~” he sighs, “a pervert? Me?” He laughs in a cynical way and lowers his face so that his nose almost touches yours, “you might not be wrong~”

There’s so much tension between you two right now as he lays his forehead against yours, “but on a serious note, pay attention to me too.”

Damn, he switches just like that, huh? First he looks all evil and sinister and then he looks all vulnerable and shit. What an absolute ass. You told yourself not to give in, but he just pulls you in like a magnet… you can’t help it.

You tilt your head up first and meet his lips and gosh, they’re hypnotic. The not-so-secretive smiles that play on your lips disappear as you both indulge in each other, mindlessly crossing lines that were long blurred all over again.

Before things escalate, Sukuna separates and pants against your lips, “if you really don’t want to do it, we don’t have to. I’ll wait.”

Fuck it. You’re already horny. You tilt your head upwards again to continue the kiss, granting him permission to continue and you moan softly with excitement each time he grinds against you. Your heads turn at different angles to deepen the kiss while his hands move down to your thighs. Everywhere his hands go, your skin burns. It’s crazy, right?

Sukuna gently lifts your hips up to pull your pants off while his lips move from yours down to your neck, leaving you a panting mess. It’s crazy how his lips leave such soft supple kisses on your skin while his breath tickles your neck.

“Let’s take a look,” Sukuna says as he removes himself from you. He spreads your legs apart and salivates at the mess you’ve made.

Feeling shy, you close your legs again and look away, “don’t look… it’s embarrassing.”

Sukuna shakes his head at you and spreads your legs open again, “it’s cute, doll. Nothing to be embarrassed about, alright?”

He stares at you with such tender eyes before moving down to lick a stripe up your cunt. It sends a shiver down your spine but you’re quickly drowned in bliss when he gets to work. Sukuna’s mouth attaches to your clit and he gently flicks up and down while his hand pumps in and out of your pulsing cunt. There’s a dirty squelching sound that fills your ears and you can feel your stomach tightening up.

Your hands fly down to Sukuna’s head in a panic and you violently grip at his hair but you’re too late. Your legs are already squeezing his head while your back arches from the pleasure and he’s just shamelessly lapping up all your juices like a starved dog.

“Fuck me,” you whisper in the heat of the moment.

Sukuna removes himself from your cunt and crawls back up to tackle you in a wet kiss. He’s letting you taste yourself, that dirty man. His damp fingers move into your shirt and under your bra so he can play with your hardened nipples.

“Shit,” you moan into the kiss at his touch and push him away gently, “hurry, who knows when they’ll wake up.”

He sits up and unbuttons his pants, his boxers damp from precum. It amuses him how you’re always looking at his bulge with such wide eyes. It fits every time, so why do you always look a bit anxious? Sukuna pulls out his dick and pokes at your soaked entrance. He pushes in slowly and muses in the erotic sounds you’re making. Your previous orgasm made it easier for him to slide in, so he begins to move at an easy pace.

You let your hands roam under his shirt, “kiss me, Sukuna.”

He does as you say, leaning back down to lap his tongue over yours. While making out, he quickened his pace, going harder for each thrust. It makes you bounce up and cling to him more, wrapping your legs around his waist. Sukuna grips at the back of your neck to swallow more of you while his other arm wraps under you to press you closer against him. Everything about you drives him insane.

You could feel every inch of him sliding in and out while your breaths and moans got louder and louder. The sound of skin slapping and the smell of sex began to fill the air but you were too intoxicated on sex to care. It just felt too good. Everything felt too good with Sukuna.

He grunts harshly while a sheen layer of sweat begins to build up, “baby.”

You don’t hear him. You’re too distracted with your own pleasure.

Sukuna pinches your nipple to get your attention. “Baby,” he calls again.

This time you open your hazy eyes and look up at him, “yeah?”

Shit. You didn’t make a face at the name he called you. Now he’s even harder. Initially, he planned to pull out and finish on your stomach, but you just pull him back in each time. Sukuna grabs both of your wrists and pulls you up off the bed.

“Turn around. Face down, ass up.”

You submissively do as he says and get into the position he asked. He lines himself up with you again and slams right in, earning a loud moan from you. “Fuck,” he mutters, “you’re swallowing me up.”

His hands grip your waist and he begins to pull you back and forth while his hips snap into you violently. He’s burning with desire, just on the edge of cumming. “I’m gonna cum,” Sukuna says as he begins to slow down his pace.

Too drunk on sex, you push your ass out towards him, “in me…”

Do you realize what you’re saying? As much as he would like to, he’s not wearing a condom and the possibility of you getting pregnant would cause problems, so he chuckles and leans forward to press sensual kisses down your back, “baby, did seeing me around kids give you a funny idea? Hmm?”

No answer… You’re a drooling mess with your tongue lolled out. There’s a pool of saliva seeping down on your sheets but Sukuna doesn’t need to know that.

Sukuna grins at your silence and moves closer to turn your head towards him. Hungry lips devour you and you’re left kissing him back like the horny mess you are, moaning uncontrollably. You release first, flinching with sensitivity as his dick continuously rubs up inside of you.

“Shit!”

Sukuna quickly pulls away from the kiss and pulls out of you while his cum spurts onto your ass and back. When the high finally dies down and you both catch your breaths, he flips you onto your back and presses cute tiny kisses on your cheeks and lips, “sorry, I made a mess on you.”

“That’s okay,” you softly pant, “guess we both needed that.”

“Let me help you change.”

Before you can argue back, he walks to your dresser and digs around for a bit. While he’s doing that, you use your old undies to wipe his mess off your back.

When Sukuna finds what looks like comfortable enough undies and a pair of sweats, he comes right back to you. There’s a glow on his face as he smiles gently, putting your legs through the holes and dressing your bottom half. He pulls you to sit up, “are you okay? Did I go too hard?”

“No, it was perfect. Promise.”

You jump off the bed and kiss his sweaty forehead, “you’re the devil, Sukuna. Such a tempter.”

He shrugs in a nonchalant way, “you like it, don’t lie.”

Damn, he’s got a point… again. You fan yourself and walk towards the door, “I’m gonna make sure they kids didn’t hear us…”

“Have fun~”

You look over your shoulder with a playful smile, “go home, okay? I don’t wanna get in trouble later. If you like me as much as you say you do, you’ll listen and spare me some punishment.”

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danggg kaede stooped so low idk how to feel abt her anymore😭 but great update🫰🫰

Ah yesss, I know 🥲🥲 but thank you for enjoying the update! ♥️♥️ a fluffier chapter is to be released next to even out the angst haha!

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I Love You, Always

Sukuna X Reader

Part 13 Confrontation ♡♡♡ Part 14 Three Brats series m. list

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A/N: Hey guys~ sorry that I haven’t posted in the last 2 weeks! Something came up and it was really hard for me to update anything, so to make up for it, I combined 2 chapters into 1, so it’s a little longer than usual. Please remember that this is a work of fiction and that all actions done by any characters are based on realistic human emotion. With that said, enjoy!

Sukuna’s eyelids flick and flinch which causes him to wake up. The reason as to why is simply because the bed felt too warm, and that’s when he remembered all the events from last night. His heavy eyelids blink a few times when he realizes you’re also in his arms. A tiny smile pulls onto the corners of his lips as he stares down at you, and you just look so beautiful with the early blue hue of 7am shining down on your skin. His heart pounds slightly harder when he leans down to place a soft kiss on your forehead, and if anyone were to ask him what he thinks of you, well, he’d hate to admit it but his ears would burn red while his dimples would appear. The man might not be in love yet, but he’s surely to fall, if a god would let him.

“Mmm…”

You stir in your sleep, unconsciously snuggling closer to his chest. He wonders if you’re aware of how cute you are.

“Hey,” he starts to shake you gently, “wake up.”

This time you wake up and look up at him with wide eyes. The moment you see his smiling face, yours turns hot and you quickly break free from his hold and turn your back towards him. Shit! There’s a lot of embarrassment going through your mind and you can’t believe what happened last night. Your arms come up to cover your clothed breasts while you curse at yourself silently.

Sukuna thinks it’s cute that you’re feeling shy. It’s been a long time since he’s seen you like this, but he’ll have to savor this moment another time. For now, he plans to try and confirm loose ends with you. He reaches over and draws a long line up your spine with one finger, “you’re gonna hide from me now? Don’t tell me you plan to hide forever.”

“Ugh,” you groan but a smile still crawls onto your face. With no other choice, you slowly turn back around to face him, but right as you do, he leans over and begins to attack you with soft kisses.

“Stop,” you whisper.

A string of laughter blends together and it lightens the mood drastically. Still, you back away from him and plug your nose as a joke, “I said, stop. We haven’t brushed our teeth.”

Sukuna’s mouth falls agape, but he lunges at you again, however, instead of kissing you, he snatches your hands away from your face and blows his breath into your face.

“Gross!”

You screech and grimace, though you haven’t actually smelt it. When you can no longer avoid him, you finally breathe in and smell what he’s blowing at you. Now, you’re not a weirdo, okay?! You aren’t! But… It’s actually not bad at all. His breath doesn’t smell bad, in fact, it doesn’t really smell like much.

“Oh,” you let out. You sniff even harder while there’s a disappointed look on your face. You playfully shove your nose into Sukuna’s mouth, “it doesn’t smell bad at all.”

He backs up from you and nods cockily, “maybe you’re just attracted to me. I think your pheromones say ‘yes’ to me, don’t you think?”

You immediately furrow your eyebrows at him, “uh, I don’t think that’s how it works… maybe it’s just brain chemistry?”

You choose to lay flat on your back as you stare at the ceiling and ponder. When you’re done thinking, you lol your head to the side and pout, “so, are you telling me that when I smell your natural scent and like it, I’m also releasing oxytocin or?”

Sukuna shrugs at you, “crap, I don’t know about all that shit. I didn’t exactly pay attention in school.” He lays back down and sighs, “all I can say is that I feel the same way. Your skin smells intoxicating and I like everything about you. You’re comforting.”

Your heart is doing somersaults and there’s a stupid grin on your face again, but you’re not sure if it’s appropriate for you to feel this way. You and Sukuna aren’t together, yet you’ve slept with each other. It’s natural to have some doubts, is it not? What if that whole thing was a spur of the moment due to you guys just exploding at each other? The both of you could be blind by lust and sexual attraction, but who is to say there’s more?

You may not realize it, but Sukuna can see your face visibly drop. He decides it’s best if he reassures you now, even if this stupid shit is new to him too. His big hand comes to grab yours and then he nibbles on your fingertips, “I like you. I hope you believe me.”

It’s really hard to say it back to him, because there’s still uncertainty in you, but you manage to smile just a little. Sukuna’s throat bobs up and down when you don’t respond, so you sit up in bed and avoid looking at him, “I think…” your voice trails off but you continue to speak, “I should talk to Kaede before anything goes further.”

“That’s fine with me.”

Sukuna follows your action by sitting up as well but the cool air makes his nipples perk, so you laugh at him, “you cold?”

He deadpans, “obviously. Got a shirt I can borrow?”

“None that’ll fit you,” you say as you get off the bed. You go towards the door and open it slowly to peek outside. Since no one else is awake yet, you turn back at him and offer another small smile, “I'll sneak one of my dad’s shirts for you. Is that good enough for you?”

He blinks a couple of times but then hums, “sure.”

Once you close the door behind you, you walk up the stairs with light steps. But uh… the scene is one you wish you never witnessed because their clothes are scattered on the ground… I know, it’s gross to imagine! But it’s no wonder they didn’t hear you! Your mom was getting it in as well! Ew! Seriously?! At their big age?! Ugh… You take a deep breath and hold it as you creep inside on your toes. You reach their walk-in closet with success and go in to swiftly take a shirt before running out.

By the time you make it towards the stairs, you’re back to breathing normally and you walk down with ease. “Here,” you toss the shirt at him and watch as he holds it up. He’s sitting on the edge of the bed as he checks the sizing of the shirt. After staring for a few seconds, he huffs and then puts it on. The shirt is a bit tight on him, but it compliments his muscles! You try to walk past him, but Sukuna manages to grab at your waist and pulls you towards him.

“Yes?”

You’re looking down at him with confusion but all Sukuna does is rest his chin on your abdomen while staring up at you with doe eyes. Your initial instinct is to cradle his head, but the stubborn in you fights back and you quickly step away from him to break contact.

“Sorry,” you mutter. “I got flustered.”

Sukuna just grins to himself before standing up, “it’s okay if you wanna play hard to get. I’m good at playing along, remember?”

“I wasn’t–”

You cut yourself off, since it’ll be useless to argue back. You puff up your cheeks before walking towards the window, “you should probably go before they wake up.”

Sukuna won’t let his disappointment show. He puts on a proud smile and partially sticks his lower half out the window. He turns back at you with puckered lips, “could I get a kiss, at least?”

Yeah, it seriously feels like everything is moving at the speed of light, and you understand that you’re partly to blame for that, but it’s all moving too fast. Not too long ago, you and Kazuya stopped seeing each other, just yesterday you and Sukuna talked it out, fucked and now he’s acting like everything is all sunshines and rainbows when it’s not. You’ve still got to talk to Kaede about this first and see how she feels before you continue or start anything with him. Yes, it’s hypocritical of you of all people to feel this way since you practically begged Sukuna to fuck you, but still! Now that you’re in your right mind, you want to slow things down and figure this shit out.

Regardless of these thoughts flying past your mind, you pucker your lips and lay a soft kiss against his. It’s a sweet kiss, and it makes your heart flutter like crazy, but it still feels wrong. Sukuna pulls away first and grumbles something you can’t understand before he speaks to you again, “should I tell Kaede instead?”

“No.” Your head snaps up in an instant, “no, I’ll talk to her. She’s my friend.”

Sukuna pulls at one of your cheeks, “you sure? She’s my friend too.”

“I’d like it if you refrained from saying anything. You can still meet up with Kaede, but don’t speak of this yet. I want to tell her myself, but I’m not sure when I want to do it. I want to mentally prep myself first, ya know?”

Sukuna tilts his head a bit, releases your cheek and then gives you a gentle slap. When you glare at him with seriousness, he lets out a soft laugh, “you’re cute.” His hands surrender in the air and he leans back, “alright, I won’t say a thing until you tell her.”

He gives you another quick kiss and hops out the window. As you watch him climb over the gate, it amuses you how a man like him can act so cute at times. There’s a possibility that Sukuna could be a really great actor, so…

♡ ♡ ♡

You’ve been stalling. You’ve been stalling really bad! It’s been four days and you haven’t spoken to Kaede yet. Oh, you’ve also avoided meeting Sukuna in person. One of the reasons why you’re ignoring Sukuna is because you’re just straight up embarrassed. He’s messaged you to hang out, but you keep telling him to wait. Whenever Kaede texts you, you tell her you’re busy. From your knowledge, they both hung out and ate lunch together, but Sukuna left early.

You’re actually on your way to meet up with Kaede, but you continue to pace back and forth. She wanted to meet at the mall so you could do some shopping, so you finally agreed. You see her in the distance, which makes your guilty little heartbeat quicken. She’s dressed up and looks beautiful like always while you’re dressed down. If she knew what you were going to tell her, would she still have dressed up?

You hate to say it but is this really worth losing a friendship over? Is Sukuna worth losing a friend? There’s a possibility that Kaede might not even care but the better half of you already knows the outcome. All there’s left to do is accept the pain and hurt that you’ll receive in the long run because going back to Sukuna means opening a bandaged wound. Even if you yourself think it’s ridiculous to choose love over friendship, your mind becomes hazy with the memory of Sukuna’s rare loving red hues, which makes the selfish side of you want to tune out all of your morals.

“Y/n!”

Kaede strops brushing her fingers through her hair and quickly waves you down while she steps towards you, “good, you’re here! I’ve been trying to get a one-on-one with you for forever now.”

She eagerly loops her arm through yours and tries to drag you forward with her but your feet stay planted to the ground, making it hard for her. Her lips form into a small frown at your resistance and right as she’s about to question you, you speak up.

“Kaede, before we do anything, I have something to say.” You shut your eyes, since you can already feel the impending doom that’s to come. “You might not want to see me after I tell you this, though…”

She changes her stance but still has her arm looped through yours. When she stares at you a little longer, her smile falters, “why do you look like that?”

“Like what?”

“Guilty.” The curiosity in her voice settles into something more stern, “did something happen?”

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.”

Based on your seriousness and the gloomy aura emitting from you, Kaede figures she should be a bit more serious. She slips her phone into her back pocket and decides to focus on you, “oh no, did you and Kazuya break up?”

Shit, she still hasn’t gotten the hint. You stand taller, “we never started, but that’s a part of it.”

“Don’t let Sukuna know.” She exhales dramatically with wide eyes, “he’ll go berserk.”

Your voice wavers with anticipation, but you speak anyway.

“That’s the thing, Kaede. Sukuna knows.”

Kaede’s body immediately stiffens, and she finally unloops her arm from you. She takes a couple of steps back as her eyebrows pull down, “what? Why am I the last to find out?”

“Kaede,” you clear your throat and avoid her eyes, choosing to look down, “this is about Sukuna.”

“What about him?” There’s a horrible feeling that’s brewing in the pit of Kaede’s stomach based on your body language, but she decides to turn a blind eye to her intuition. She forces on a smile, “I noticed that you two weren’t getting along well. Don’t tell me you guys stopped being friends. I really like him.” She makes sure that the end of her statement sounds firm, almost like a warning.

Boom. There’s the first pang in your chest. You lift your head to look at her, “you really like him?”

“Yes, I do.” Kaede confirms everything with a sweet stone look on her face. “I like him a lot, so I’m really hoping that you two are still on good terms.”

Shit. What the fuck are you supposed to do now? This would’ve been solved if you weren’t so stupid all the time, but you can’t help who you are. While you’re searching for the most appropriate words, Kaede’s eyes narrow on you.

“Why are you so quiet?”

“You’re making it really hard for me to say this,” you admit in a cowardly tone.

Kaede waits for the bunch of people walking by to get past you guys before continuing the conversation. When there aren’t a bunch of strangers to listen in, she opens her mouth.

“Say what? Just spit it out.” Her smile towards you is becoming more and more artificial, “you’re making me nervous.”

Due to nervousness, you begin to fiddle with your phone, “I like Sukuna, too. I didn’t realize it until–”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” She cuts you off before you can finish and scoffs, “you like him?”

Her usual friendly eyes are now staring daggers at you and you swallow your pride, choosing to stand tall. You speak with a clear voice, “please don’t look at me like that.”

“How could I not? I’ve asked you time and time again if you liked him and all you ever did was deny. Now you’re telling me that you like him?” Another scoff comes from her mouth, but this time it’s more sarcastic, “this better be some kind of joke.”

“It’s not a joke, Kaede. I’m serious.”

She waves her arms in the air out of frustration, “how did this happen?”

“I started realizing my feelings a little after we kissed.”

Her head snaps towards you instantly, “you two kissed?!” She points her finger at herself, “behind my back?”

You already knew how this would play out, so why does it still hurt? You step towards her, maybe as a way to feel closer to her again, “it wasn’t my intention to kiss him that night. I– I asked him to take me to a party so I could meet someone.”

When you see her judgmental eyes, you speak quicker, “I wasn’t sure about Kazuya, so I wanted to test something out. After a few drinks, we were both drunk and ended up kissing.”

“Wow, you’re such a sneak,” Kaede laughs at you while fanning herself, “doing this behind both mine and Kazuya’s back. Tell me, why wasn’t I invited?”

“I–”

“You planned this all along, that’s why I wasn’t aware.”

The way she speaks about you to your face hurts like hell. You understand why she’s hurt, but how could she speak to you like this? It was never your intention.

“You act like I meant to do it!” You snap, now glaring at her as well. “I felt horrible the next day because I knew that you liked Sukuna, and I thought he liked you back, so I asked him to keep quiet about it. I didn’t want to hurt your feelings, Kaede. I really didn’t think I’d like someone like him.”

By now there are tears welling in Kaede’s eyes. She sniffles softly, “no, you were trying to save face. I never thought you’d be this kind of person, y/n.”

“I’m not!”

“But you are!”

Kaede steps up to you and continues to glare with all her might, even if the tears are falling down her face. And gosh, you look like the worst kind of person right now because there are no tears coming from you. She must be questioning whether you were ever really her friend. Another tear falls, “what else happened, huh?”

Oh shit. How long have you been holding your breath for? You only realized now because you finally let out a breath to breathe, “why are you so upset? Did you two do anything?”

The way she’s reacting has you doubting everything Sukuna’s ever told you. Why else would she be so upset?

Kaede shoves you back weakly, “no, but you knew I liked him! What else happened between you two?” She quickly glances around to make sure there are no prying eyes and then resumes, “he liked me, I was sure of it.”

There you go again, not knowing what to say. The truth is you’re a bad person for sleeping with him when you knew it wasn’t right.

She releases you, “stop getting quiet on me. You seduced him, didn’t you? You seduced him!”

Fine, you’ll just suck it up. This time you swallow down the lump in your throat and look right into her eyes, “I didn’t do anything. He came to me, Kaede. All those times when he and I almost parted, he always came back to me.”

She begins to wipe her eyes with her slender fingers and finally backs away from you, “you two had sex, didn’t you? Don’t lie to me.”

Kaede sees how your jaw tightens at her accusation and it’s enough to confirm everything. You turn away because you can’t bear to see her reaction.

“Yes, we did…”

Her breathing hitches, “and was he satisfied? Did he say he was?”

Why would she bother asking these kinds of questions? It’s only going to add fuel to the fire. There’s such a heavy weight in your chest that it feels almost impossible to breathe. How the hell are you supposed to answer her? As if possessed, you speak without thinking.

“He didn’t need to, Kaede.”

Like a ticking time bomb finally exploding, her face turns red and she shouts.

“You’re a whore! I hate you! How could you, y/n? How could you do this to me?”

You reach out for her hands, “I didn’t do it on purpose.”

“Just leave. I don’t want to see you anymore.” She snatches her hand back from you, “if you thought I’d give you my blessing, you thought wrong. I hope your relationship is fickle and shallow.”

“Kaede.”

“Fuck off.”

She storms past you, not giving you a chance at saying any more. Fortunately, she asked to meet up at a time when there aren’t a lot of people, so no one saw or heard your argument just now, but it still made you feel like shit. As soon as she’s gone, the waterworks decide to start and now you’re full on crying. Because you’re still in public, you’re trying your hardest to hide your face, but it doesn’t stop the fact that you’re crying. Kaede was one of your longest friendships and now it’s all gone because of what. Did you seriously just let a man ruin your friendship? Should you crawl back and beg for forgiveness? But something about Sukuna keeps you captivated… You’re really just a dumbass that’s blinded, aren’t you?

The ride back home isn’t a pleasant one. Your mind is clouded with thoughts and concerns of what to do and what’s to come afterwards. You haven’t replied back to Sukuna either. The only thing you told him was that you were meeting with Kaede and that’s all.

♡ ♡ ♡

Sukuna clicks the power button on his phone for the nth time and groans when he doesn’t see any text notifications. Just how long are you going to sulk over having to fess up? He’s 100% sure you’ll back out today and will just end up shopping with Kaede. Sukuna glances over at Satoru and clicks his tongue, “quit checking for scratches on your bike.”

They’re both sitting outside in the front yard of his place with the gate left open. Satoru’s motorcycle is parked on the stone ground while the white bag filled with a variety of snacks and drinks lay on the freshly cut grass.

Satoru whines softly and circles his motorcycle once more, “you don’t understand, man. Once you get a bike, you’ll be just as paranoid as me.”

“That’s your seventh time checking though.” Sukuna kneels down and his fingers graze over the smoothness of the motorcycle’s paint, “why did you come to my place anyway?”

“I don’t know. I was bored.” He gently pokes at Sukuna’s cheek, “how are you and y/n?”

Sukuna smacks Satoru’s hand away from his face and shrugs, “we’re alright, so stop asking.”

Satoru shuts up and studies Sukuna’s expression. He looks at his body language and then his eyes go wide; so wide that his eyeballs might roll out. His mouth falls open while an exaggerated sound comes out and then he slaps his hand over his own mouth.

Sukuna sneers at him, “what?”

“You guys fucked.”

When Sukuna looks away, Satoru lets out an excited squeal and playfully rolls his eyes, “how long have you both had this kind of relationship, hm?” He continues to poke fun at Sukuna, “why are you quiet? Oh! Don’t tell me… since that night?! That party, the one she got wasted at.”

“No,” Sukuna grumpily answers back. He groans to himself and pulls out a cigarette, “we kissed that night, but she felt bad about it, so it caused us to drift apart.”

Satoru nods his head along like this is the first he’s hearing of it. I mean, he already knew. He’s a genius at reading people and he knows how to read a room. If anything, he’s always known, because he isn’t stupid. It’s just more fun to pretend like you’re clueless, so he plays along and hums softly, acting like all of this is shocking news.

“Wow, I had no idea at all,” he lies.

“Yeah well, I went to return her necklace a few days ago and we just exploded at each other. After getting everything out, we kind of just… fell into each other.”

Satoru snickers, “so, you fucked.”

“Yeah.”

“That’s great! I was wondering when you’d make a move.” Satoru draws out a sigh and decides it’ll be fun to keep playing around, so he taunts Sukuna a little more, “if the both of you were gonna keep ignoring one another, I was just gonna say ‘fuck it’ and make a move on her first, since you weren’t.”

Sukuna’s red orbs stab into Satoru while his fingers flick the ash off his cigarette, “the fuck did you just say? You like y/n or what?”

Satoru’s grin grows more sinister as Sukuna continuously falls into his trap, “not at all. Y/n isn’t my type, but I was willing to make an exception.”

Sukuna’s hand raises and he holds his cigarette towards Satoru’s neck, a silent little threat, “don’t get any funny ideas.”

The taller man sighs at his grumpy friend because he’s truly a dummy. The guys in love and he doesn’t even see it. He doesn’t even have to bet anything to know that Sukuna most likely thinks he only has a crush on you. It’s just so fucking obvious. Regardless, he won’t press any further.

“I’m just kidding, jeez! You’re always so serious!” Satoru sticks out his tongue and stands straight from squatting. His long arms stretch out and flex, “can you go inside and ask your chef to make me something yummy?”

His nose scrunches in annoyance, “just eat the junk you brought over.”

“But I want real food right now,” he sulks.

“Then go ask her yourself, dumbass. I ain’t your fucking slave.”

“Gosh, you’re so mean to me.” Satoru sticks his nose up high and turns his head away from Sukuna, “I’ll be right back.”

Sukuna doesn’t bother to watch Satoru go inside. Instead, he pulls his phone back out and checks for any texts again. Still nothing, damn. His eyes flick onto the motorcycle and he begins to touch the motorcycle with a blank face. He’s always wanted one, but he thought it’d be no use to him. The reason is because he likes traveling on foot, by train, bus etc. It helps him feel connected to the world because that way, he’s still surrounded by people.

Out of nowhere, a hand slaps down onto his shoulder and it makes him flinch. Sukuna’s hand quickly retracts from the bike and he looks up at the intruder with viscous eyes. They soften the moment he recognizes who it is.

“Oh shit, you scared me.”

Kaede chuckles sweetly at him and pulls her hand back, “that’s a first.”

He watches her dust off her skirt before squatting down to sit beside him. Sukuna raises a concerned brow at her, “did you need something? You should’ve called me beforehand.”

“Sukuna–”

Ah, that’s when he remembers. He cocks his head a bit, “weren’t you supposed to be with y/n?”

The mention of your name leaves a bitter taste in Kaede’s mouth. It makes her feel gray inside and her hands clench into a small first, “would you let me talk?”

“My bad, go on.”

She wastes no time on getting to the point, “did y/n seduce you?”

Sukuna rubs the tip of his cigarette into the ground, “would you be more specific?”

“I like you, Sukuna.” Kaede’s smile drops and scoots closer to Sukuna with a look of sadness, “I thought our feelings were mutual, with all those moments that we flirted. We’ve gone to places and eaten together on multiple occasions all without y/n, Sukuna. We’ve held hands at times and…” her voice breaks down as she loses the last of her confidence, “don’t you like me?”

Sukuna removes his gaze from her and turns back to look at his house. When it’s clear that Satoru won’t be back for a while, he nods, “as a friend, yes.”

She shakes her head at him, “couldn’t it be possible that you’re mistaking your feelings towards y/n for lust?” Kaede notes how Sukuna’s expression changes and she scoffs softly, “you both had sex, right?”

So, she knows. You fessed up. That’s great, actually.

Sukuna smiles in a not so obvious way, “we did.” Gosh, it feels so fucking good to finally get it out. His head bobs up and down like he’s confirming it still, “I like her, Kaede. I’ve always liked her.”

Fat, thick tears roll down her pale cheeks, “so why did you string me along? Did I wrong you in any way?”

“Not at all.” Sukuna wipes her fallen tears with one of his thumbs, “at the time, y/n told me that she was into Kazuya, and she didn’t want to hurt you, so she told me to give you a chance. I tried, Kaede, but I couldn’t forget about her.”

“You never gave me a chance.”

Sukuna’s sparing tone becomes more stern, “Kaede.”

She chooses to ignore him and grabs his hand, “give me a fair chance. Forget about y/n today and give me all of your attention.”

Sukuna uses his other hand to grab Kaede’s and he gently pulls her off of him, “Kaede, I think you should leave before you do something stupid. You’re better than this, come on.”

Kaede’s lips continue to tremble as she tries to calm herself, “why are you doing this to me? You know that I like you.”

Disappointment runs through Sukuna’s veins through and through. He knows where this is headed, he’s not dumb. It sucks because he does think Kaede is a great friend, she’s a different kind of fun, but he knows he’ll lose her as a friend after today. His head falls forward because a part of him does feel bad, even with his shallow little heart, but he has to do what’s needed. After letting a couple of seconds pass, he grabs her by the side of her upper arms and pulls her up with him to stand on her feet.

“Respect yourself and don’t stoop so low,” Sukuna says carefully. He doesn’t like to see pretty girls cry, it doesn’t make him feel all that great, but he wishes she could respect herself a little more because she’s a great person that’s just a little blinded by love, that’s all. Kaede begins to hiccup as she cries and he gently rubs her head to help sooth her, “I’m a trash guy, Kaede. You’ll find someone better.”

Kaede sniffles her nose and looks up at him again with new tears, “but I don’t care about that stuff. That fact is that I like you.”

“I think you should go, sweetheart. If that’s all you came here for, then you should leave.”

He stays firm with himself and it completely shatters Kaede’s heart. She knows the pet name he used is just to cushion the rejection, but it hurts like hell. And honestly, she has every right to be upset and heartbroken, because for months he strung her along. Sukuna played with her feelings and then crushed her heart right in front of her, so of course she’d feel this way.

Kaede stumbles back a few steps and glares at him with pure hatred, “you’re jerks. All of you.”

Sukuna’s lips twitch to say something but she aggressively wipes her tears and spins around to stomp through the gates. His vision stays on her figure until she completely disappears. “Fucking hell,” Sukuna silently mutters to himself. What a headache.

“That was quite the confrontation.”

Satoru’s voice sings out from behind and he’s carrying a plate of fresh food with him. Sukuna’s previous expression morphs into confusion while his stomach growls from the savory smell, “how did she make nikujaga so quick?”

Satoru grins like a child, “when I went inside, she was already preparing lunch so I guess I got lucky.” He gently glares at Sukuna and holds the plate closer to his chest, “I’m not getting you a plate, so go get one yourself.”

“Can’t I just pick off your plate?”

“No!”

A subtle breeze blows past the two as they sit on the bench outside and feast. One of his employees had followed them to the yard so he could collect the dishes when they were done, but Sukuna waved him off and told them to leave for the day after cleaning. Since it’s usually just Sukuna home, he’d usually just send them back home after they did some chores and then he’d go and venture outside carelessly.

Satoru pats his bloated stomach and burps out loud, “that was delish!” He shimmies his shoulders to express his happiness and then pouts, “anyway, back to Kaede. How dare she say we’re all jerks!” His head violently whips towards Sukuna, “what did I do to her?!”

Sukuna plops his plate down on top of Satoru’s, “you’re just a bystander caught up in the drama, I guess.” He lets out a loud, obnoxious laugh at Satoru’s offended expression and hooks his arm around his neck and pulls him closer, “what’s it matter to ya anyway, hmm?”

Satoru’s feelings are not hurt by any means. He’s just a little bummed that he now has one less person to bother, so he uses his forearm to shove Sukuna off of him and copies what you always do. He holds his nose up high and mighty with an over-the-top snobby frown, “you’ve taken away another one of my joys. I’ll have to come bother you more often since you chased Kaede away.”

“I’m sure she’ll come around once she gets over this.”

“Doubt that.”

“Damn, you think so?”

Satoru raises his eyebrows, “oh my god, you’re helpless…”

♡ ♡ ♡

It’s already dark now. He sent Satoru home a long time ago yet there’s still no response from you. He only sent you two messages all day but you haven’t read them. It’s really making him worry, even when he knows you’ll be fine, so he puts on his shoes and gets in the car that’s waiting for him.

When he pulls up in front of your house, he waves his chauffeur off and then jumps up to climb over the gate after making sure the coast is clear. He sees that your bedroom lights are off, so he’s a bit concerned if you’re even home. If you aren’t, then he’ll just wait for you in your room. With impatient fingers, he checks to see if your window is unlocked. Fortunately it is.

He shuts the window behind him and examines everything in your room all while listening for your parents. It’s faint, but he can hear them watching tv in the living room. At first he thinks you might be with them, but then he sees the lump that is you under the blanket.

“Y/n?” he quietly calls out. “I’m here. I hope you don’t mind that I’m here.”

You’re unresponsive, just like your texts. Despite the serious and gloomy situation, he finds you cute. His lips twitch into a soft grin and he crosses his arms over his chest, “that’s you under the sheets, right? Are you just not going to answer me?”

Still no answer.

“Fine, be that way.”

With that said, Sukuna removes his shoes, grabs the blanket and jumps right under with you. He pulls the blanket over both of your heads and lets his eyes adjust to the darkness.

You frown at the sight of him, “why did you crawl under?”

“To see you.”

His tone of voice is way too cute for this kind of setting. In fact, he doesn’t sound fazed at all.

You furrow your eyebrows at him, “for what?”

Sukuna shuffles closer towards you and flutters his eyes, even though you can’t really see it well, “because I missed you and wanted to see your pretty face.” His hands come up to cup your face but he’s taken back when your cheeks are damp. His smile drops slightly, “are you crying?”

You don’t mean to laugh but it comes out softly anyway because he’s so stupid, “no, my eyes are sweating.”

“That’s funny.” His thumbs continue to wipe at your cheeks, “never heard that excuse before.”

You turn your face slightly to avoid his touch, “why are you wiping them?”

“I always do.” Sukuna’s voice is even gentler as he speaks to you. “I’ll always wipe your tears away, y/n, so cry all you want.”

While the wounds in your chest ache, those shameless butterflies in your stomach begin to flutter at his corny words. Despite wanting to cry more, another reluctant fit of giggles came out, “you’re so unoriginal. Now no tears are coming out.”

Sukuna nods, “good, I hoped that would happen. I’ll always be here to stop your tears, too. When you’re ready to come out and face me in the light, let me know. I’ll come out with you.”

“You don’t have to stay under.”

His smile drops, but he’s still in a playful mood, “I want to, stupid.” He gently knocks the top of your head with his knuckles.

“Okay,” you whisper.

You have to admit that it feels nice having him by your side. There’s just something so comforting about Sukuna, even with all the red alarms that go off around him. You don’t fully understand what it is about him that has you so wrapped around his fingers, but it’s making you cherish all the wrong things; and even when you know that, you can’t seem to care about anything other than him as of lately. Of course, there’s still that guilty feeling that looms over you, but a part of you just wants to be selfish. You want to be with him all alone. You want him all to yourself. Does that make you bad or are you just human?

As you lay there and drown in your thoughts, your mind runs through every scenario that you and Sukuna could’ve been. If you had just been honest with yourself from the beginning then you’d probably have happier moments than now. A good fifteen-twenty minutes pass before you finally tap his arm. When you do, Sukuna lifts the blanket off of both your heads and desperately breathes the fresh air.

“Finally. It was getting stuffy under there.”

You feign annoyance and scowl at him, “you didn’t have to, asshole.”

“I wanted to, for you.” When he’s done breathing in all the air he needs, he tilts his head back towards you, “Kaede came to talk to me.”

You’re not in the mood to talk about it much, but it’s better to face things head on so it’s over faster. You flip onto your back and look up at the ceiling, “I figured.”

“She was very upset. Was it hard for you?”

Is he seriously asking you this? You blow raspberries at no one in general, “well, it didn’t feel good to crush her feelings. It sucks losing a friend.”

Sukuna snuggles into your bed and gets comfortable while asking, “want to throw me away instead and get her back?”

“No…” you say without much thought. When you realize your answer, you quickly try to back yourself up, “even if I dumped you and went crawling back to her, she’d never take me back.”

You recall your previous text messages to your other friends today and your heart stings all over again. You messaged them hours ago and the reason why was because you wanted to get in touch with Kaede after she stormed off on you, but no one has responded. It’s obvious that they’ve read your messages though. Your chin trembles with your lips, “none of my other friends have responded to me, so I assume she told them that I snatched you away from her.”

He wants to be serious about this, he really does but… his priority is cheering you up. Sukuna holds his chin and acts like he’s in thought, “she isn’t exactly wrong…”

A loud scoff comes from you after hearing him and you can’t believe your ears. You already know that you’re in the wrong, does he have to rub it in?

“Way to make me feel like shit.” You smack his arm, “get out, I don’t want to see your face.”

Once you begin to push him away, he firmly grabs your wrists with a smug grin, “I’m kidding, y/n.” With one swift move, he pulls you on top of him and then releases you. With one hand, he pushes your hair out of your face and smiles up at you with crescent eyes, “you’re cute when you’re sulking. I’ll hold you until you feel better.”

He pinches one of your cheeks and then you scoot down lower to lay your head on his chest, “it really sucks. I understand why she’s hurt, but it’s not like I intended for this to happen.” You clench a fist and lightly but violently pound down onto his shoulder, “you’re such a curse, Sukuna.”

Your statement makes him laugh out loud and you really enjoy the sound of it. You love how you can feel the vibration of his laughter through his chest.

Sukuna places his left hand over the back of your head and pretends like he’s holding his heart, “ouch, I’m wounded by your words.” When you’re finally laughing with him, he pats your head affectionately, “you’ll be fine.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You lift your head up from his chest and stare at him, “you think I’ll be slandered online?”

Sukuna shakes his head at you, “nah, she’s not that kind of person. We know her, halfie. I think she’s just hurt, but she’ll get over it. She and I never did anything, so I don’t understand why she’s so hurt about it.”

“You strung her along,” you say in a dead tone.

“Because you wanted me to,” he replies in the same way.

You cannot help the fact that you roll your eyes at Sukuna for his smart answers. “Fuck,” you groan, “everything is because of me. I’m a horrible person. Look at me, I’m laying here with you while she’s out there crying her heart out.”

His warm hands come up to hold your face once more and he gently boops your nose, “you’re my horrible person.”

Ugh, he’s so fucking cringy. You scowl at him for the nth time and lay back down on his chest, “can you shut the fuck up and just hold me?”

“Anything you want, doll.”

Without any hesitation, he wraps his arms around you and holds you close to his heart. Initially, he wanted to come here to check on you and confirm what you were and where you both stood, but he thinks he can wait until you feel better. Until you’re ready, because he can tell that you’re not ready to speak about it. Sukuna’s patience will always be lenient with you and only you.

His long fingers run through your hair at a set rhythm as a way to continue soothing you while his right arm stays wrapped around your waist. His way of soothing you is probably working because you’ve been so quiet. If anything, he thinks you might’ve fallen asleep. To test the theory, he halts all movement and waits for you to say something or complain. Oh, nothing.

Sukuna gently shakes you and speaks in a hushed tone, “Eunwoo? You fall asleep on me or something?”

Wow, you just hate responding to him today, don’t you? It’s obvious that you fell asleep, so he carefully lifts you off of him and lays you down on your side. Sukuna slowly lifts the blanket from him and goes towards your door with light footsteps. He locks the door to ensure he won’t be found out about just in case your parents ever decide to try and come in and then moves to lock your window.

He gives your head a soft caress, “sweet dreams, doll.”

Sukuna crawls under the blanket again and gives your cheek a quick kiss before he holds you again.

♡ ♡ ♡

It’s really tough when you lose all contact with your friends. Everyone is either making excuses to not hang out with you or they’re just straight up ignoring you whenever you text them. It’s clearly obvious that Kaede spilled the beans about you to them, so you’re being shunned. Yes, you knew this was coming the second you kissed Sukuna that night, but you just can’t stop. The only one by your side is Sukuna, but you’re not dating. You’re too nervous to make things official with him so he hasn’t pestered you about it. You’re still kissing… still fucking. Yeah, yeah, you know! It’s another bad way to start something but you’re still ashamed of what you did to Kaede, so getting into a relationship with him right away is like you bragging while stomping all over her. It’s practically you dangling him in front of her face, even though she’s blocked you on everything. The friends that no longer hang out with you still follow you on all of your socials, so word would still get around. That’s another reason why you haven’t updated or posted anything. You’ve just been rolling around with Sukuna and you hope he’s not hurt that you don’t want to be in an official relationship yet.

Today is another one of those days. He’s been sneaking over and spending the night more frequently, even when you tell him he can’t. Well, it’s not like you’re really trying to kick him out either, so you can’t complain. Anyway, you’re trying to enjoy your sleep but it’s kind of hard with Sukuna breathing down your neck. From the way he’s breathing, you know he’s awake.

Sukuna shoves his head into the crook of your neck and takes another whiff. He woke up earlier but he wasn’t sure if he should wake you or not. He has a morning issue right now but it feels a bit wrong to touch you in your sleep, so he’ll just have to deal with blue balls. His eyes close again so he can focus on falling back to sleep, but he just can’t. He loves the way your skin smells, so he nuzzles his nose into your neck and inhales slowly.

“That tickles.” You finally give up the act and turn to face him, “just how long are you going to sniff me for? I can’t possibly smell that good.”

“Oh, but you do.” A low chuckle rumbles from Sukuna, “I tell you this all the time, doll.”

“Whatever,” you move your hand and go to graze his hardened dick, “I woke up because something hard was pressing up against me. Can’t you learn how to control your hormones?”

Sukuna’s face leans closer to yours while a sinister smile curves onto his lips, “how could I, when you’re right in front of me?”

Your mouth gapes at him, “Sukuna, it’s like five in the morning.”

“All the better. They’re still asleep.”

Anyone in their right minds would know not to do these kinds of things while other people are in the house. You shouldn’t even be going this far with Sukuna because you’re not together; also because it’s too early in general to do this with him. You should still be mourning over your lost friendship, but the greed in you has taken over. Yes, you do feel bad for Kaede, but for some reason that you can’t help, all that matters to you in this world right now are you and Sukuna.

Sukuna’s lips collide against yours and you instantly melt into the kiss like a fool. You fall for his kisses every time and they always feel so good, even when you say they don’t. You enjoy the thrill of the rush, the excitement and the way your heart pounds so fast. You want to bask in it all.

He pulls you on top of him and groans when you automatically straddle him. He can feel the warmth of your cunt resting on his crotch and he thinks you’re such a fucking bitch. You were wet this whole time, fucking minx. You’re still fighting for dominance in the kiss while trying to keep quiet, but the blood is rushing to your brain. You can’t really think straight, if you’re being honest.

“Don’t break my heart,” you whisper against his mouth.

“It’s my heart we should be worrying about,” Sukuna rasps. “I think I’m going into cardiac arrest, doll.”

You click your tongue and give his chest a gentle slap, “you’re always so dramatic,” you murmur fondly.

He shakes his head and holds your gaze, “I mean it.”

Reluctantly, you place your hand over Sukuna’s chest and gasp. “Holy shit.”

The way his heart beats so fast would have you concerned if you didn’t know any better. You retract your hand from him and try to fall over to the side but his arms hold you in place. He shows you a crooked grin, “where ya’ going?”

“Don’t want you dying on me,” you say with a playful attitude.

Sukuna visibly frowns at you but he’s not about to beg you for some sex, so he just sighs for a loss and shrugs, “alright, alright, I’ll leave you alone.”

“You can touch yourself if you want.”

He titters to himself at that, “nah, I just might pounce on you if I do.” Sukuna sticks his tongue out at you as you turn your back towards him. Once he’s made sure that you’ve fallen back asleep, he searches for his phone and scrolls through social media. At first he’s on youtube watching god knows what, then he ends up on tiktok. Since he doesn’t want to disturb your sleep, he makes sure that the volume is barely on but sometimes he can’t contain his cackling. Each time he laughs a bit too loud, he peeks over at you to make sure you’re still asleep. He’s already starting to feel sleepy again when his phone suddenly dings.

Kaede: Hey, Sukuna. I know you probably don’t want to see me right now and that it’s been a while, but I was wondering if we could talk. -6:42am

Shit. Sukuna pushes himself off the bed with his forearms and leans over to check if you’re really still asleep. Based on the way you’re breathing so lightly and the subtle snores, he knows you’re in a deep slumber. What time is it? He checks the time and it’s almost seven.

Sukuna: It’s early. Couldn’t we talk at a later time? It’s cold right now and nothing is open. -6:44am

Kaede: I don’t have time later today. Just meet me at my house, if you will. -6:44am

Sukuna: Can’t promise we can talk for long, then. You cool with that? -6:45am

Kaede: That’s fine. -6:47am

Sukuna carefully lifts the blanket off of himself and lazily slips his shoes on. After he’s done, he shuffles around the bed and places an innocent kiss on your temple, “sweet dreams, doll.”

He doubts you’ll even notice he’s gone but whatever. He’s trying to be as quiet as ever when lifting your window, and he’s holding his breath the whole time he’s doing it. The second he makes it out of your house, he exhales and slides the window down, making sure it’s not closed all the way so he can sneak back in later. The way he’s acting makes him feel like a criminal, which is kind of funny, but that’s also whatever.

The walk to Kaede’s house is a long one, so he whips out his phone and calls Yuuma and tells him where to meet up. Gosh, why the hell are mornings so fucking cold for? Sukuna swears his balls have shriveled up by now. He rubs his hands together for warmth but the moment he sees Yuuma’s car, he speed walks towards it and gets in.

“Good morning, Sukuna.” Yuuma’s speech is broken and awkward as it’s wrong for him to call on Sukuna informally, but the man has ordered him to do so, so what else can he do. “Will I be taking you home?”

Sukuna yawns for like, the hundredth time, and shakes his head firmly, “no, you remember where Yamamoto Kaede resides, correct?”

“Yes, sir– Sukuna…”

The older man is tripping over his tongue at the mistake he’s made but it earns him the low rumble of laughter from Sukuna, which eases his mind. He laughs along with Sukuna as he begins to drive to said destination.

“Will I be taking you home as well? If so, I can wait outside until your affairs are done.”

Hmm… Sukuna has no clue what else Kaede might want to talk about, so he’s unsure of how long it’ll actually take. While it’d be useful for Yuuma to wait outside her house, he’d feel bad for the older man if he had to wait a while. Usually, Sukuna wouldn’t give a flying shit, but deep inside, he’s got a soft spot for Yuuma, so… He shakes his head yet again, “no, it’s fine, thank you. If I need a ride, I’ll call for someone else.”

Yuuma’s groggy eyes widen with surprise and he takes his eyes off the road for a split second, “are you sure? I don’t mind waiting.”

“Eyes on the road,” Sukuna says sternly. “I know your wife is waiting for you at home. She’s almost due, is she not?”

“Uh, yes… about that–”

“I’m not an idiot, Yuuma. I understand that you’ll need time off when the baby is born, so I shall grant you that. It’s not something that concerns me much, that’s why I haven’t called for you as often. If that was your concern, then rest easy.”

Lowkey, it eases Sukuna’s mind that his most tense employee’s shoulders finally relax when he’s told that he can. It makes him feel like less of a villain. Yeah, they’ve come a long way. Feels like yesterday he was beating on Yuuma, demanding him to buy cigarettes and liquor while he was still underage… But after Yuuma would buy it, Sukuna would patch him right back up! So it’s kind of okay, right? Right???

♡ ♡ ♡

Knock knock knock…

Sukuna’s knuckles tap the cold glass and he waits a couple of seconds before he eventually sees the curtains slide open. The bedroom lights are off, but the outside has lightened up a lot from when he first came out, so he can see her clearly. She’s barefaced, as expected, and she’s got a vintage themed nightgown on. There’s not a smile on her face and she doesn’t greet him with friendly eyes like she used to. Completely understandable.

Kaede slowly reaches her hands out and she presses the pads of her fingers against the glass to slowly lift the window up. She steps aside so Sukuna can crawl in and then shuts it again.

Fucking shit… it’s awkward as hell. That’s how she feels. For all she knows, Sukuna probably doesn’t sense anything at all. He might not even feel weirded out about the whole thing, since he didn’t mind meeting up.

“You can sit on the bed if you want.”

Kaede’s head follows him as he makes his way to the bed. While she chooses to stand, he sits on the edge comfortably but still hasn’t said anything. She chews on her bottom lip as she contemplates what to say.

“You called me here, so talk.”

“I’m sorry for lashing out at you the way I did.”

Why is she apologizing to him? One of Sukuna’s eyes twitched, “you have nothing to be sorry for, Kaede.”

Part of her wants to ask about you because she’s genuinely curious, but seeing Sukuna in the flesh again makes her mind go blurry. She grips the fabric of her nightgown with a tight fist and decides to give up all of her pride. Every little thing about Sukuna drives her over the edge and she just can’t seem to stop liking him, even after he so coldly rejected her heart. She tried to delete all of the photos and videos they’ve taken together but her fingers just kept hovering above the delete button. It was too hard to erase such joyful memories… if anything, she’s the true victim of it all. You both played her like she was a fool, but she only has herself to blame for wearing her heart on her sleeves.

It’s been a while since she’s looked at them, so Kaede holds her phone and stares at the gallery again whilst Sukuna sits quietly by himself. There are lots without you, since you were so busy stringing Kazuya along all those months ago. An unstable smile is all she can give as she scrolls higher and higher.

Kaede’s personal favorite photo is this one. She can’t remember why you weren’t there, but she and Sukuna went back to the amusement park. The same one they first met at. They spent all day waiting in long lines and eating either overly sweet or savory foods, and not once were you mentioned. It must’ve been around the time you started distancing yourself, then. Back to the photo… It’s one that she took on her own phone while they sat in the cramped photobooth, so her phone is also reflected in the picture screen. She cherishes this photo so much because he seems so relaxed. It’s candid photos of him, but they’re still cute regardless. They’re sitting shoulder to shoulder while her phone is positioned next to her face. She’s smiling and making cute faces in each of the photos while he’s smiling from ear to ear as he messes with the provided filters. Like always, Sukuna’s hair is loosely gelled back in a messy manner but that’s what makes him so sexy, along with his charisma.

It’s different today. Soft, fluffy and down; a rare sight indeed. It’s not like she’s never seen this side of him, but his duality is also his allure. It keeps you on your toes; makes you wonder what else there is to discover about him.

Kaede lays her phone down and stares at him again. Her voice is low, almost inaudible. “My parents aren’t here.”

Sukuna lifts his head slowly and raises an eyebrow at her, “what?”

He heard her, he has good ears. Just, what? The hell would she say that for? Sukuna scowls, “if they weren’t here, then you should have said I could use the front door.”

She ignores him. Instead, she grabs the fabric of her dress and tightens her fists while she swallows another large lump. Kaede pushes herself off the wall and strides towards Sukuna with a look of determination. When his head is fully lifted to look at her properly, she pulls the dress up and off over her head, revealing her own full nudity.

The moment Sukuna sees her, he turns his head away, though it’s too late. He’s seen it all. The rejection causes another painful sting to Kaede’s heart, but she continues her action by coming closer. He’s still seated on the bed, so she stands taller than him. Her delicate fingers grab hold of his cheeks and she turns his head so he can see her.

The fact that his eyes only stay locked on hers bugs her. It makes her feel like she’s not worth it. Like she isn’t beautiful. Why can’t he look? Why won’t he look? Hot tears begin to well in her eyes as her heart crumbles and falls.

“Why won’t you give me a chance, Sukuna? Please, give me a chance.”

Sukuna automatically frowns. He doesn’t understand why Kaede likes him so much. He hasn’t done much, only the bare minimum. Of course, there were moments when he genuinely enjoyed spending time with her, but that’s because she felt like a good friend. Perhaps if you weren’t in the picture then the outcome would be different; but even if that were the case, like he said before, he and Kaede wouldn’t match well in the long run. They’d clash. Either way, the tears he caused leaves a bitter taste in his mouth.

He sighs at her, “why are you going to such lengths?”

“You make my heart beat faster every time. Just thinking about you makes me feel giddy, Sukuna.” Kaede whimpers softly as her shoulders begin to shake, “you’re a great person to me Sukuna. You protect me when I get catcalled, you make sure I’m never cold and that I’m full.”

She gently wipes away her own tears, “you keep saying that you’re bad, but I’ve yet to see a single bad thing about you, Sukuna.”

Sukuna finally removes his eyes from hers and lets his eyes trail down her naked body. He looks her up and down, getting a good look before meeting her eyes again. With a cold voice he says, “you don’t know the first thing about me.”

She sniffles at him, “then let me in and tell me everything from the start. I don’t care who you are or what you do.”

He stands up from sitting and looms over her smaller frame, a permanent scowl on his face, “I told you to respect yourself, Kaede. You’re beautiful all around, so it’s a waste that you’d stoop this low.” Sukuna walks past her a few steps and bends down to pick up her nightgown. After doing so, he walks back in front of her and grabs hold of her arms, placing them into the loose sleeves. After he successfully does so, he properly puts the dress back on her.

“I hate that the most, Kaede. I hate when women make advances on me, even when they know I don’t want it.”

His words grate harshly against her ears and all she can do is cry silently at her own humiliation. Sukuna wipes her tears away but she slaps his hand away from her face.

“I’ve never hated anyone as much as I hate you…” she mutters in a raspy voice.

All Sukuna can do at this point is sigh. He holds his hand out at her, “if you don’t have the guts to erase me, then I’ll do it for you.”

Kaede’s head snaps up at him with wide shot eyes, “what?”

He stares back at her with a blank and bored expression. She’s never seen this kind of face on him before… she’s never felt this kind of intimidating aura from him. It’s like she’s staring at a stranger. How dare he look at her with such strange and uninterested eyes.

Sukuna smirks down at her, “you heard me.”

“I’ll do it myself, asshole…”

Her heart stutters when she hears him suddenly laughing. He’s laughing? No, this isn’t just any laugh… she can’t explain it, but it makes her feel smaller than she already is. He’s being cruel. Is this the real Ryomen Sukuna? Has he been putting up a facade this whole time? No way… she can’t tell.

Sukuna shows her a cheeky smirk and taps her shoulder, “good.”

Just like that, he walks away, without pausing to look back at her who had gone very still. In less than a few seconds, he’s already out of her room and all she can do is fall to the ground and sob. It’s stupid that even after he’s been so cruel, she can’t seem to let go. Her left hand pounds at her chest while she wails softly at her own embarrassment. It took everything in her to do this. To message him… to show herself bare. Sukuna always tells her that she’s beautiful, so why doesn’t she feel like it? He made her feel so cheap with the way he looked her up and down, but what made it worse was how he went to the extent of dressing her.

♡ ♡ ♡

“Phew,” Sukuna groans when he’s finally in front of your bedroom window again. He walked the whole way back to really clear out his mind yet he still has a bitter taste in his mouth with the way things went earlier. He’s never really had many friends in his life, so if he were to be true to himself, it is a shame that Kaede couldn’t give up. However, he doesn’t have time to linger on such useless matters, so he throws her out of his head and lifts the window to crawl back in.

Thank the lords! He’s been gone for about an hour or something and you’re still asleep, so that means he can squeeze right back in. As soon as he spoons you he can feel himself loosen up. Yes, this is it. This is what he wants. He wants to lay down with you every night and wake up with you in his arms every morning. He wants to have every one of his meals with you by his side and he’d love it if you felt the same way too.

Knock knock knock!

“Y/n? Y/n, wake up.”

Holy shit! You shoot up in bed at the sound of your mom’s voice and turn to look at Sukuna. He’s clearly unbothered since he’s still asleep but right now you kind of need to wake him. You begin to shake him back and forth, but he won’t budge.

“Y/n? Are you still asleep? It’s almost ten in the morning.” She begins to knock and shake the knob, “Y/n?”

“I’m awake.”

You glare at Sukuna and jump off the bed. Since he won’t hide, you’ll just have to pull the blanket over him and hope for the best. You unlock your door and poke your head out, “did something happen?”

“Yes, actually.” She’s busy texting on her phone, but continues, “Ayumi and Asa need you to look over Haru and Ren. Your father and I will be away for the rest of the day due to business, so we can’t do it.”

You take a good look at her with big eyes, “I have to watch them today?”

She glances up from her phone and cocks her head to the side, “yes, so if you have plans, cancel them.”

“Well what about Hotaru? He won’t be here?”

“No, something happened so they said they’re going to take him to the hospital to get checked out. She’ll let you know when she’s here, so get ready for the day.”

Jeez, why do you feel like today is going to be a hectic one? A seven year old and five year old… that’s gonna be one hell of a ride. It was easy with Hotaru because he wasn’t as mobile, but these two boys are energetic and run around a lot. Are you ready to watch over such naughty kids? Oh! Right! Sukuna too! That’s a whole other problem, and he needs to leave asap. You cannot risk the possibility of these kids blabbering their mouths about some weird man with pink hair being here, so he needs to go as soon as your parents leave.

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I Love You, Always

Sukuna x Reader

Part 12 Taste of Your Tears ♡♡♡ Part 13 Confrontation series m. list

Reblogs, comments and likes are appreciated!

Warnings: Pent up sexual frustration, lots of kissing, loss of virginity, fingering, hair pulling, oral (female receiving) and rim kissing(?)

A/N: Also, idk if tumblr. updated or changed, but in my last post, I've tried tagging some accounts and it won't show at the bottom when I view in the app but if I go to a safari page, the tags will show. So if I tag in this post and it doesn't show, I'm truly sorry!

“Then what about Kaede?”

Sukuna hates how your voice quivers. He hates that you keep bringing her up. He raises his hands and wipes your tears away while whispering.

“What about her? She’s not you.”

You see the way his eyes become familiar, and you can’t help but feel a sense of relief, “but what about–”

He doesn’t let you finish. Instead, he pulls you into a tight hug and presses a chaste kiss to the crown of your head, “you’re the most precious to me.”

It gets hard to breathe for a short second, but Sukuna manages to push through with a soft but firm voice.

“You wanted me to like Kaede, so I did. Everything I did, I did for you, y/n.”

Sukuna pulls away to see your cute sullen face, “what more don’t you understand, hm?”

To hear him speak in such a soft tone is so crazy because it’s so drastic from before. It’s almost unbelievable but it’s happening right in front of you. And okay, even if he just confirmed that they’re nothing, the memory of them dancing on each other at the club has your heart tightening and you feel yourself getting choked up again. It was too believable to be fake. Their chemistry was too sexual.

“Then what about the club? I saw you,” you cry out, new tears forming as you remember.

Sukuna shakes his head at you gently and presses a kiss to your forehead, “I promise we’ve never done anything. I was angry at you for everything, so I was acting out of spite.”

Sukuna can literally see all your nerves betray you but you’re still being hardheaded. You’re still doubting it all. When you lower your eyes and look at the necklace in your hands, one of his hands releases you. He gently takes the necklace out of your hand and steps away from you for a second to place it on your desk.

Even if he told you there was nothing more to it, it doesn’t stop the fact that they were so close like that. It doesn’t change the fact that they still danced on each other. You swallow the lump in your throat and wipe your own eyes, “Sukuna, I don’t know. I think we should just–”

He’s already marching towards you as fast as he can and he grabs your face with both hands; however, instead of slamming his lips down on yours like before, he gently kisses you in the middle of your speech. It catches you off guard, he knows because you’re stiff in his hold again. It’s just a soft peck, that’s all it really is. He can feel your tears roll down because they fall into the crevice of the kiss; and he tastes it.

It tastes salty and bitter, like all of your negative emotions are finally leaving your body. Maybe it tastes this way because he deserves it, and he never wants to make you cry again. Sukuna tilts his head to the side and begins to move his lips to deepen the kiss and you don’t fight it. Instead, you follow the movement and ditch all morality. You can feel bad about this after. Your lips collide against each other and while his arms move to wrap around your waist, yours wraps around his neck.

Sukuna can feel his heart racing, shit, the room feels hotter. He breaks away from the kiss first to stare into your eyes while his thumb caresses your bottom lip. He lets out a soft chuckle when he sees that yours are still closed.

“Are you scared?”

You refuse to open your eyes. Why should you?! You’re embarrassed right now… Earlier you were just yelling at him and now you’re both smooshing faces. Is it wrong to say that you’re not even angry anymore? You’re feeling all sorts of things, but you’re mostly embarrassed.

Sukuna leans down and rests his forehead against yours, “I’m sorry,” he whispers.

Man, all of this pent up anger and everything leading up to it, you want to forget it. This time it’s you who kisses him. Sukuna responds right away and kisses you as gently as he can. He takes the opportunity to delve his tongue into your mouth, which takes you by surprise again, but you immediately mirror his action. When he feels this, he hums into the kiss and he tugs your waist towards him, pressing your body against his own, and you can feel it. Feel him.

While you both fight for dominance in the kiss, he rushes you backwards, but you don’t have time to think about it. Sukuna blindly closes your bedroom door with his free hand and he presses your back against it to gain control of the situation. God, you’re driving him insane. You can deny it all you want but there is lots of heavy sexual tension between you two, even now. As a matter of fact, it’s even more extreme now. You unknowingly moan into the kiss which sends his mind into a frenzy but he’s still trying to be careful with you. So, while he’s still in his right mind, he pulls away again, his heart jumping at the fact that he can feel you chase after the kiss.

He wants to laugh in your face but he knows it’ll irritate you so he doesn’t. Your eyes are practically begging for more, but he doesn’t know if it’s okay.

Sukuna grabs your hand and leads you to your bed. He sits first and waits for you, “y/n, I want you to remember that I don’t do things like this. I don’t know what I’m doing most of the time and you just drive me crazy, all the time.”

You’re biting your tongue. Shit, you’re too shy to speak up now. You choose to look at his hands, “I don’t know what I’m doing either…”

He grins, “I meant the whole liking someone thing. I don’t know where you got the idea that I like Kaede, but it’s always been you. I just hate talking about my feelings because I don’t really understand them that much. It’s frustrating.”

“It’s frustrating for me too,” you reply. “I’m sorry about the whole Kazuya thing though. I hope you don’t hate him, he’s a good guy.”

Sukuna surprisingly doesn’t feel bitter about him, so he laughs with a small shake of his head, “he’s alright. He’s a funny little brat.”

You both end up laughing together in sync and it lightens the mood just a bit. It’s weird… Can two people really make up this easily after such a big fight? Is it really possible? While these thoughts plague your mind, Sukuna looks around your room and gently nudges you.

“Hmm?”

He raises one eyebrow playfully, “can I sleep over?”

Sukuna asked this as a joke. You know, for old times' sake. He’s too busy smiling at his own question to notice your serious expression.

“I’d love that.”

“Okay, I’ll get going– wait, huh?”

He has to stop himself from talking. Did you just say yes? Sukuna clears his throat and cocks his head at you, “what?”

This time you smile at him, “I’d like it if you stayed by me.”

♡ ♡ ♡

So… he’s currently washing up in your shower. He’s trying to be fast just in case your parents come back home, but he’s also kind of lost in his own thoughts. Is he seriously sleeping over? It’s kind of crazy to believe, since he thought he’d never sleep over again. Who’d have known that after a few shots, joints and a talk with Satoru would lead to this. All Sukuna wanted to do was return the necklace because he didn’t have it in him to hold onto it any longer, but he much rather preferred this ending. You know, he kind of feels like this is all a dream. It happened so fast but if this is a dream, he wishes to never wake up.

Sukuna shuts the shower water off and wraps the towel around him. When he steps out, he looks at the pile of folded clothes you gave to him. It’s his clothes from that night. “Ugh,” he groans. He looks at his boxers and wonders if he should re-wear them or just go without. His boxers are stained with precum due to the fucking make out session y’all had, so he folds them up and buries them in his used sweats. Commando he goes. He properly dries himself before slipping the pajama pants on and then puts the shirt on. Sukuna uses the same towel from before and ruffles his hair with it to help it dry faster before picking up his pile of used clothes. He slowly opens the bathroom door and peeks into the hall to make sure no one is home. When there’s no other noise other than the tv, he steps out and follows the sound. Bingo. He sees you laying on the couch lazily while watching tv.

“What should I do with these?”

His voice startles you and you turn to look at him, “oh, give it. I’ll bury it in my hamper in case my parents go into that bathroom. After I wash it, I’ll return it to you.”

“Okay.”

Sukuna sits down on your couch and pays attention to what you’re watching. He doesn’t really understand, since it’s in a foreign language, most likely your other native language. The show seems interesting but he hates watching things he can’t understand so he changes it. When you come back, you sit next to him.

“Couldn’t understand?”

“Yup.”

You two have been sitting here for nearly ten minutes without saying anything. You want to speak but you’re afraid of saying something offensive, so you choose to stare at him from your peripheral view. Just from one glance you can tell Sukuna isn’t paying attention to the screen. He’s either zoning out or he’s thinking. Ah, that’s right. He told you about Kaede, so you might as well tell him about Kazuya.

“Sukuna.”

“Yeah?”

He looks at you with patient eyes and you press your lips against each other, forming a thin line. You shift in your seat, “about Kazuya, I stopped seeing him a little while ago.”

Sukuna nods his head once, “yeah, I know. Satoru told me.”

You sit up straight with wide eyes, “you two talked?!”

“Well, he is my closest friend… are we not supposed to?” He chuckles at your expression, “I’m glad he told me though.”

A new shade of pink tints your cheek but you smile regardless, “me too…”

Sukuna slides his hand over and his fingers pay with yours, “I’m sorry for being mean to you on that day.”

You roll your eyes at him and glare, “you’d better be sorry. You were a jerk.”

He chuckles softly and leans over to kiss your head, “forgive me?”

“I’ll think about it,” you play along, pushing him off of you.

Even though you’re trying to be mean, a string of giggles leaves your lips and you bask in this feeling, this moment, because you just miss it so much. You miss Sukuna. While you’re trying to back away from his sudden attack, you end up falling on your back and he topples over you.

“Come here,” he says while your hands come flying to cover your face.

He grabs both of your wrists and manages to reveal your face. When he sees your beauty, he leans down and places multiple tiny kisses all over your cheeks.

“Stop!” You laugh, “that tickles!”

Right as he’s about to dive in for more, you hear the heavy gate opening and the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. Sukuna jumps off of you, “shit!”

“Go hide in my room before they see you!”

You watch him run into your bedroom and then go back to watching tv like nothing happened. It takes about three minutes for your parents to finally come inside.

“Y/n?” They call out.

Your dad comes over to greet you first, “I’m surprised you’re still out here. We brought some food for you.”

You turn the volume down and nod, “okay, just put it in the fridge. I already had dinner.”

“Alright, don’t sleep too late.”

He walks into the kitchen and places the food in the fridge while your mom comes over to peek at you. She points her finger, “I hope you aren’t starving yourself. Eat.”

“I’ve already eaten, mom.”

“You promise?”

Her arms cross over her chest as she stares you down. It makes you sigh, “I promise.”

“Alright then. We’re going to bed, don’t stay up.”

You keep your eyes on the tv screen as they both shuffle around the house for a few minutes. Your mom cleans up around the house while your dad cleans out the fridge and takes out the trash. And as stupid as it is, your heart is pounding because you’re nervous about them discovering Sukuna. It’s stupid because you know they’ll never enter your room but the fact that you know he’s there has you on edge.

“Okay,” your mom says to herself, “I’m beat.”

She looks at you again and then smiles, “you look different.”

“I do?”

“Mhmm. Maybe I’m just tired.”

She yawns and then goes towards your dad, “let’s go to bed now, honey.”

“I’ll meet you up there.” He shares a short, sweet peck with her and then resumes cleaning the kitchen.

Another five minutes pass and he peeks at you again, “I’ll be finishing up my work upstairs if you need anything, okay?”

“I know. Goodnight dad.”

He sends you a small smile and then you hear him trudge up the stairs. You listen carefully and shut off the tv. You turn the lights off as you go towards your bedroom and then lock the door behind you. Since your bedroom lights are off and your eyes haven’t adjusted to the dark, you can’t see where Sukuna is. A normal person would think he’s on the bed, but because your parents suddenly came home, he might’ve thought to hide.

You take about three steps before a pair of arms suddenly embrace you from behind.

“Boo!”

You jump from the action and spin around in his arms, “you scared me!”

It’s a whispered shout, but it’s still loud. He giggles like a child and holds you close, “I couldn’t help it.”

Sukuna releases you and climbs onto the other side of the bed while you get on your side. After you pull the blanket over yourself, you turn to face him. Although you can’t really see him, you know he’s facing you too and you just lay there and stare.

No matter how much you think about it, the whole thing just feels surreal. Sukuna scoots closer to you, “come here.”

You do as he says and feel immediate comfort when his warmth embraces you. A soft sigh falls from your lips and you feel the vibration of his chuckle against you.

“I missed you,” Sukuna whispers, his lips brushing the top of your head as he speaks.

You snuggle even closer, “I missed you, too.”

It’s been quiet for too long. Maybe Sukuna fell asleep, but you’re wide awake. How could you fall asleep? You’re in his arms again! Not only that, but you’re wondering how you would explain the situation to Kaede. If Sukuna confirms he doesn’t like her, that doesn’t mean the same for her. She’s always openly expressed her interest for him, so it’d be hard to explain. And you haven’t spoken to Kazuya much but if you’ve lost him as a friend, if Kaede is upset, you’d have lost two. Oh god, your mind is in shambles as you continuously think of excuses to feed Kaede. You’ve probably been thinking for about half an hour now… but how can Sukuna just go to sleep that easily? Isn’t he worried?!

“Gosh…” you mutter under your breath.

“What’re you stressing about?”

Sukuna’s deep voice comes from above your head, and it takes you by surprise. He’s still awake?! Maybe he’s just as worried as you.

You shrug, “everything.”

“Just go to sleep.”

You instantly look up at him and frown, “I wish it were that easy.”

Sukuna’s eyebrows raise up in a mischievous way, “want a distraction?”

He’ll take your silence as a yes.

“Give me a kiss.”

“No.”

“Come on. Just a peck.”

His soft voice is so drastic from his usual gruff and grumpy one. It could also be because you haven’t spoken to him in forever that you miss how he sounds when he’s like this. Actually, you’ve never really seen this side of Sukuna, since he’s never asked for a kiss. All of your messing around usually went a little overboard, like the time you bit him too hard or the time he shoved his fingers down your throat for making him deepthroat your popsicle, but this is new.

You shut your eyes and give him a quick peck, but he instantly demands another one, “softer this time. You just rammed right into my lips.”

Although you groan, a part of you lights up with joy and you pucker your lips again and place them against his. It’s a soft kiss that lasts a couple of seconds, then you pull away.

Sukuna grins, “another one.”

The tone of his voice makes you feel giddy inside and you hate that he has this kind of hold on you, even after everything that happened. Still, you close your eyes again and give him another kiss. This time it lasts a little longer, but it’s still innocent.

There’s a dirty little secret though. You hate that you’re suddenly feeling tingly down there from something that is supposed to be cute. When you break away from the kiss and go back to cuddling him, Sukuna’s right hand lets go of you and he grabs your chin. He gently lifts your chin up and dips down to give you another peck. He starts to move his lips slowly against yours and you do the same thing.

All of your worries disappear, because now you’re thinking about how to kiss him back just as skillfully. Your lips collide with his and the sounds of your lips softly smacking fill your ears. The position you’re in is also uncomfortable, since you’re straining your neck upwards to kiss him. Sukuna takes the chance to lay you on your back while his tongue presses against your lips for permission.

You open your mouth and allow him to explore with dominance while he continues to stay in his uncomfortable twisted position. You slide your hands up from his back and hold his face to deepen the kiss even more. By now, your breathing has unevened while your heart races and pounds against your chest. Sukuna captures your bottom lip between his teeth and gently pulls back before releasing it. He loves how it flings back to place and he presses one more kiss to your lips.

“There,” he proudly mutters, a sly smirk on his lips.

Sukuna is about to lay back down and get comfortable again, but you quickly pull him back down for another kiss. This time it’s you who takes him by surprise, but he quickly responds and shoves his tongue into your mouth again. Jeez, do you know what you’re doing to him? There’s a lot of blood rushing towards his dick and if you don’t stop, he’s afraid he’ll have to rush off into the bathroom to finish himself. He grunts when you shift your legs and it accidentally rubs up against his member.

You’re a grown woman, you’ve been horny before. You know what it feels like, and you know that right now, you’re turned on and he is too, but is it really okay? The only thing you can hear is the wet sound of your kissing and you guys have been at it for a few minutes now. Shit, you could burn off a lot of calories from the time that has passed just from doing so.

When Sukuna can no longer take it, he breaks the kiss by backing up and chuckles at you, “I think that’s enough.”

You stare into his eyes and trail down to his swollen lips, “kiss me.”

Sukuna’s tone is playful, but he’s serious, “that’s a dangerous request, y/n.”.

You lift yourself up to kiss him yourself and he doesn’t shy away or reject you. Instead, he shoves you back down on the bed and continues to kiss back. While doing so, he crawls on top and straddles you. He groans again when his dick presses against you. Sukuna is trying to keep his hands respectful by only holding your face and neck, but you’re testing his patience by letting your hands wander on him. You gently slide your hand down his back and bring it forward to trace his abs. You feel his muscles tighten from the action and giggle into the kiss.

“Ticklish?” You innocently ask.

He breaks away for a second to answer “a bit,” before going back in. All this making out has his mind going crazy and he just wants to ravish you. He changes the direction of his kiss, choosing to trail down from your chin, down to the crevice of your neck. He leaves a trail of soft, wet kisses and he basks in your soft whimpers and moans. Are you aware that you’re letting these lewd sounds out? A sly little minx you are. Sukuna’s lips trail down to the fabric of your shirt and he looks up at you.

“Can I keep going?”

You look at him and nod eagerly, “yes.”

Sukuna’s hands come down to grope your breasts and he sighs at the fact that you’re braless. Of course you’d be, you’re going to sleep and you weren’t expecting company. He decides to wait it out a little longer, choosing to kiss you again while his fingers come to play with your erect nipples over the fabric. He loves how you gasp from the feeling.

“You’re horny,” he whispers in a cunning tone against you.

You gently smack his back, “so are you.”

Everything feels hot right now. Even the tips of his fingers burn your skin as they trace you. Sukuna slowly rolls his thumb over the perks of your nipples and then gives them a hard flick as a way to tease you. You moan a little louder into the kiss while your hands find the hem of his shirt. You begin to lift the fabric and you both break away from the kiss to get his shirt out of the way.

Are you both moving too fast? Possibly, but that doesn’t matter right now. By now, your eyes have adjusted to the dark and you can make out each other’s silhouettes and the moonlight shines through your window just enough to give you a small peak of Sukuna. You see his sculpted body and it amazes you how hard you can see him breathing. He’s being patient with you as well, letting your fingers play on his skin as you rub his abs. Then your fingers move towards the outlines of his tattoos. You start from the neck, move to his shoulders, slowly drag your fingers down to his collarbones, to his chest, and then back to his abs again.

Sukuna smirks down at you, “you’re acting like it’s the first time you’ve seen them.”

“Well, I haven’t seen you often,” you deadpan, a tiny grin growing on your lips when you see him coming back down to kiss you.

His hand slides underneath your shirt and he gently grazes your perked nipple again. He can feel them hardening even more under his touch and it excites him, so he lifts your shirt up and leaves another trail of kisses. He maintains eye contact and slowly sticks his tongue out. When he’s sure that you’re watching, he gives you a slow lick and he chuckles when your stomach visibly tenses from the motion.

Gosh, watching this is so embarrassing! You try to turn away but the moment you do, Sukuna gives your nipple another lick and then begins to gently suck. His tongue experimentally licks in all directions with different strengths to see how you react. He loves it when your back arches for more. One of your hands runs through his hair and you lightly tug on it while his free hand moves to play and tweak your other nipple. And shit, you’re a fucking wet mess, you can feel it.

Sukuna is having too much fun, but he’s starting to become impatient, so he begins to rut into your bedsheets while his hand lowers down past your stomach. He hesitates for a quick second but then slips past the bands of your shorts. He doesn’t need to touch you to know that you’ve ruined your underwear because he can smell you. He’d tease you about it, but then you’d shy away.

“Hmm,” he hums as his fingers slide against your slick, “you’re fucking soaked and all I did was play with your nipples a little.”

You continue to avoid eye contact with him, “it’s embarrassing, please don’t talk.”

Sukuna chuckles as he begins to rub soft circles on your clit. It earns him a shiver from you and he goes back to sucking on your nipple, switching to the other one. Your breathing is becoming more and more erratic while your pants grow louder by the minute. He can tell you’re close, so he quickens his fingers and then presses down harshly when he feels you writhe and softly moan.

He looks up at you while his fingers rest at your opening, “can I keep going?”

“Hurry,” you moan, a hot blush painting your cheeks as you speak.

Sukuna slowly inserts his fingers while his thumb stays pressed to your clit. He begins to pump them at a steady pace while you try to control your breathing, but he’s losing his fucking shit. You were letting out soft wanton cries and he was fucking loving it. Sukuna knew you’d always sound pretty as he made a mess of you. He slipped another finger in, curling them up to rub that spongy spot of yours. Sukuna’s eyes flick up towards your breasts and he loves how your chest rises and falls heavily while you try to steady your breathing.

Out of nowhere, he yanks his fingers out of you, making you look at him with shock. Right as you’re about to say something, he yanks your bottoms off with one swift move and shifts to place his head between your legs.

“Sukuna, wait!”

It’s too late. Sukuna licks a nasty stripe up your cunt while keeping his eyes locked on yours and you grow goosebumps from the whole thing. He latches his lips onto your clit while his tongue begins to play with you, and you immediately throw your head back into the pillows from the sudden feeling. His tongue presses just the right amount of pressure as he flicks experimentally.

“Fuck,” you pant.

Both of your hands rush towards his head and you try to push him off, but he’s being stubborn. He places his hands on the back of your thighs and lifts you even higher so he can have better access. He’s practically making out with your fucking pussy, and it is so sloppy and dirty that you can’t help but feel like you should be ashamed for enjoying it. Your hand flies over your mouth as you throw your head into the pillows. Your thighs begin to quiver around his head, but Sukuna doesn’t care if you’re overstimulated, he continues to kitten lick you. A low chuckle rumbles from his chest when you begin to cum. Right when you think he’s done surprising you, he shoves his tongue into you.

“Oh,” you moan, tugging at his hair even harder. Sukuna smiles against your pussy as he continues to push his tongue in. He watches your erotic expressions and laps up your juices while desperately rutting his dick into the bed. His boner hurts from being neglected, but he wants to taste you. Your legs begin to close and squeeze his head, so he squeezes your thighs and forces your legs apart. Your soft little moans are music to his ears, and he’d never want to turn it off, so he continues to taste you, making you yank even harder, “Sukuna, wait!”

Shit, there you go again. Your legs are starting to shake again from overstimulation, and you really need a fucking break. This is your first time ever doing something like this, so you’re a wimp right now and you’re weak. He should have more mercy on you. When Sukuna finally unlatches his lips from you and lifts his head, the moonlight flashes on his face. Sukuna’s lips and chin are covered in your juices, so his tongue comes out to lick the rest and then he crawls back up to cage you beneath him.

“You taste addicting,” Sukuna groans before connecting his wet lips to yours.

You can taste yourself and there’s not much of a distinct taste, but it also doesn’t taste like nothing either. While he’s attacking you with a dominant kiss, your chin becomes covered with your own slick and you can’t help but wonder how kissing someone could feel so euphoric. When you remember that you’re naked below, you begin to feel shy. Your fingers begin to play at his waistband, so he pulls back from you.

While you’re both trying to catch your breath, his eyes search yours, flicking all over your face for any sign of discomfort. His eyes ask for consent and when you silently nod, that’s all it takes to drive him over the edge. Sukuna lowers his pants enough for his dick to spring out and he suddenly feels cocky when he sees how your eyes bulge at its length and girth.

You suck in a breath, “I don’t think it’s gonna fit…”

He innocently kisses your cheek and smiles like nothing happened, “that’s why I prepped you first. It’ll be a little easier going in.”

You reach over and glide your hand up his length with a frown on your lips, “are you sure you’re a virgin? I’m starting to doubt you.”

Sukuna clicks his tongue, but he grabs your hand and brings it towards his lips. He presses soft kisses to your knuckles before chuckling, “I’m not stupid, y/n. I promise I’ve never done this before.”

You choose to drag him back down for another kiss, “okay, I’ll believe you.”

It’s another painful round of intense making out because he wants to make sure you’re as wet as possible. When he’s sure that you’re ready, he lines himself up with you while keeping you distracted with his kisses. You stiffen in his hold.

“Relax,” Sukuna whispers against your lips, “I’m gonna go in, okay? If it hurts too much, let me know.”

“Okay,” you pant.

He continues to kiss you while he slowly moves in. It’s very slippery, thanks to your own slick, but he knows you’re uncomfortable, so he stops for a second.

“You okay?”

You nod, “you can keep going.”

With your permission, he begins to inch in bit by bit, stalling every here and there when you flinch too much. “Sorry,” Sukuna mutters. He pushes himself in with more force and your hands immediately fly towards his hips to push him out.

“It hurts,” you whisper in a hurry.

You clutch his waist tightly while trying to push him out, but he doesn’t budge. Instead, he continues to push himself in and you can feel the horrible sting. It feels like he’s ripping you in half and the burn hurts so much that you’re starting to cry from the pain.

Again, you try to push him out, “it won’t fit, Sukuna.”

Sukuna looks down and sighs at the fact that he’s not even halfway in yet. Since there’s a faint light that shines through your window from the moon, he can see tears welling in your eyes. When they fall down, he leans over and kisses your eyes, tasting the saltiness of your tears.

“It’s okay,” Sukuna coos, inching in just a little more. “It’ll fit. I’ll make it fit.”

You clench your teeth while your thighs tighten from the pain. You’re focusing on it too much, so Sukuna pauses and chooses to kiss you again. His kisses feel so smooth, it’s like you’ll melt. Sukuna slips his tongue into your mouth and glides his tongue over yours. When your hands release his hips and travel up his back, he deepens the kiss even more.

The moment he’s sure you’re distracted, he slams himself all the way in and grunts from the feeling. You’re fucking squeezing his dick all around and if you get any tighter, he’s afraid he won’t be able to control himself. You immediately wince, jumping from the pain and claw at his back harshly, but he doesn’t mind. You also let out a scream, but thankfully it was muffled, due to the kiss. Sukuna stays still for a few minutes to let the pain subside all while he continues to kiss you and as much as it hurts, you’re glad that he chose to go all the way in so that you wouldn’t be in too much pain anymore.

You break away from the kiss to catch your breath, “I think you can move now.”

“You sure?”

Sukuna’s hand comes to hold your chin and he stares into your eyes to make sure you’re alright. You nod at him and watch as he slowly pulls back.

Out of curiosity, you lift yourself with your forearms and try to look, “was there a lot of blood?”

Sukuna looks down at where you’re both connected and then he searches for his phone. When he finds it, he turns his flash on and then grins, “don’t worry, you didn’t bleed too much.”

He turns his flashlight off and then tosses his phone somewhere on the bed. Sukuna leans over to kiss you again and he begins to move his hips slowly. It feels uncomfortable at first but the fact that he’s kissing you makes it bearable. Going slow is agonizingly painful on Sukuna’s end though. It’s like he’s being edged, so he begins to quicken his pace while you let out breathless moans.

Sukuna’s pace starts off slow for your sake, however, when he’s sure you’re no longer in pain, he increases the speed of his hips but still makes sure to be quiet enough so as to not disturb your parents. He pulls out and then slams right back in, making you gasp each time. Even though it started off feeling uncomfortable, you’ve started to feel pleasure. Each time he pulls out almost all the way and slams right back, you feel full. Sukuna dips down to kiss you again while his tongue comes out to play with yours. The kiss is needy and sloppy, yet you can’t help but feel the pit of your stomach drop when another wave of pleasure washes over you. He grinds into you, causing you to arch your back and moan.

“Fuck,” he grunts as his cock pulses in your pussy.

Sukuna leans back and straightens himself while his hands travel down to your hips. His fingernails dig into the plush of your skin as he lifts your hips even higher. He isn’t moving though.

You softly whine at him, “why’d you stop?”

“You’re driving me crazy, y/n.” He bites his bottom lip and harshly grips your hips, “flip over.”

Sukuna doesn’t wait for you to process his words and immediately flips you on all fours, face down, ass up. Before you can argue, he grabs your hips again and lifts your ass higher. You hardly look back at him, “what are you waiting for?”

Gosh, he can hardly control himself. Sukuna lines himself up with you again and slams right in. A shiver runs across your skin and with this new position, his cock goes even deeper, rubbing you in just the right spots. Sukuna starts to move his hips again at a dangerous pace and you begin to let out wanton moans, completely forgetting about your parents upstairs. The squelching of your pussy fills the air as did the soft sound of skin slapping. You clutch your bedsheets and lay on the side of your face while the bed softly creaks from all the movement.

Sukuna groans at the sight of your ass jiggling with each thrust and squeezes your hips softly, “shhh, you’ll wake up your parents.”

Despite warning you, he slips out of your pussy just to ram back in again. You let out strangled moans and try to shut yourself up, but it’s hard when you feel so good. Each of your moans are cut off by his thrusts, knocking the air out of you. He hovers over your back and leaves soft kisses on your shoulder blades, smirking when he feels you tense up under him.

“Shut up,” he grunts.

Sukuna’s right hand comes to your mouth, and he shoves both his index and middle finger in. “Suck,” he demands with a gruff voice.

With no other choice, you begin to lick and suck on his fingers. Your tongue runs between his fingers as you desperately suck and drool messily. You’re still a moaning mess, but it’s not as loud anymore. The feeling of your mouth around his fingers sends Sukuna into overload because he’s imagining his dick in your mouth. And my, you’d look absolutely beautiful with his dick in there while you cry. Sukuna’s stomach tightens when you start to pulse around him and he knows he needs to pull out soon.

“Oh fuck,” you moan out in a muffled voice as you begin to cum all over his dick. A soft, high pitch scream leaves your lips when he continues to pound into you at a relentless pace.

Sukuna’s eyes widen with amusement when he sees your cum glistening on his dick. It's beginning to form a white ring at the base of his cock and the sight makes him feel crazy. His jaw clenches and right as he’s about to cum, he pulls out and watches how it lands on your back and ass. It’s a lot of fucking cum, that’s all he’s got to say. While you’re both panting and trying to catch your breaths, he pulls his pants back up, crawls off the bed and grabs his shirt (it fell off).

“Sorry, I made a mess.”

He begins to wipe your back with the shirt and you still have your pretty ass up. Sukuna can’t help but stare again, so while you’re still in that position, he chuckles and leans over. With a mischievous smile, he presses a soft kiss on your asshole and then gives it a harsh lick, making you jump up in shock.

“Sukuna!” You shout in a whispered voice, “that’s–”

Sukuna grins while shrugging, “I couldn’t help it. You’ve got a pretty pussy. Cute little asshole, too.”

Your face turns hot from his dirty words, but Sukuna doesn’t care. He folds the shirt and then begins to wipe you, “you’re a mess down here.”

“Because of you,” you shyly whisper.

When he’s done, you flip onto your back again while pulling your shirt down. Your eyes follow Sukuna as he grabs his phone and turns the flashlight on. He opens your drawers and digs around for a bit. When he finds what he’s looking for, he comes back to you.

“Here, new undies and shorts for you.”

“Thank you.”

You quickly dress yourself as he picks up your used clothes and puts them somewhere. He comes back to bed and lays down while lazily draping the blanket over his lower half. You’re feeling shy again though… Where do you look? At him? At the ceiling?

Sukuna grins and shuffles closer to you, “don’t act shy now. I’m hurt.”

Although he tries to sound sulky, you pick up on the happiness in his voice. It makes you smile too, even when you want to dig a hole and hide in it. “Come here,” he says as he pulls you towards his bare chest. His left arm fits into the curve of your neck and wraps around you while his right arm cradles your head.

Sukuna strokes your hair in a soothing manner and presses a soft kiss on your head, “you did so well.”

His heartbeat follows yours, slowing down once you’ve both calmed down. You smile against his chest and open your mouth. Since you’re in a good mood and you’re feeling playful, you bite down on his chest, just like you did that one time. It’s not hard enough to break through the skin, but it still surprises him.

Sukuna almost immediately backs up from you, just enough to look at your face. That hurt, you little bitch. He looks down at his chest while the stinging begins to settle and chuckles lowly, “that hurt, halfie.”

He playfully tackles you onto your back again while you try to shield yourself. It’s useless, since he easily pries your hands away from your face. Sukuna pins both of your hands by your head and leans down with an evil grin. You thought he’d attack you with kisses like earlier, but instead, he opens his mouth and bites down on your left cheek very hard. It’s not enough to make you bleed, but it does sting, and you’re sure it’ll leave his teeth imprint.

“That hurts!”

You whine with a fit of soft giggles from the pain, so he finally releases you. Sukuna smirks triumphantly and nods, “that ought to do it.” He admires his teeth imprint before diving down to press a few kisses on the wound as an apology. A yawn breaks through his lips and then he lays on his side again while lazily pulling you back into the same position as earlier.

“I’m sleepy, y/n.”

You hum against him and nuzzle into his warmth, not caring that the sheen of his sweat mixes onto you. You rest your arm over his waist and pat his back in a soothing manner, “go to sleep then.”

“Okay,” Sukuna silently whispers. He lets his eyes shut and he begins to pat your back as well, “goodnight, y/n.”

“Goodnight, Sukuna.”

As you lay waiting in darkness, your eyes can’t seem to close. Despite having made up with Sukuna and sorting out your miscommunication, while your heart should be at ease, you can’t help but feel uneasy. Even though you have both given your bodies to each other, there’s a feeling stirring in your chest, like there’s a waiting darkness that is set to destroy you. There’s a nervous beat to your heart as you wonder what wave will drown you both in the far future.

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[kikufuku01]

I Love You, Always

Sukuna x Reader

Part 11 Toxic in You ♡♡♡ Part 12 Taste of Your Tears series m. list

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Warnings: Angst, alcohol and weed intake, violence

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You’re a wuss. Kaede will be here at any moment, and you really don’t want her to see you like this. You can already picture it. She’ll come here all bright and bubbly, see the mess that you are, feel the horrible vibes and catch on to what’s been going on. You don’t need another person going off on you, so you need to book it. Just standing here has you shaking in what, exactly. Anger? Fear?

You take a good look at what he’s wearing. Sukuna has always dressed up in street fashion, but there’s something slightly different to him. Maybe you’re overanalyzing it, but there’s a touch of Kaede to him. Is that weird? The more you think about it, the more everything just falls into place. There’s something going on for sure, so, while Sukuna’s back is turned to you, you take the chance and run as fast as you can. You don’t bother to look back, and you don’t have to, because unlike before, there aren’t a second pair of feet running after you anymore. Another thing to feel sad about, but that’s okay.

You’re trying to empty your head as you run down streets and alleys, not caring where your feet take you. Your vision is so blurred that it’s hard to see, but you’ve managed to maneuver just fine up until now.

“Oof!”

Both you and the person you’ve bumped into let out the same noise and he quickly reaches out to stabilize you, “careful there.”

Fucking great. Are you stuck in hell or something?! Why do you keep running into people you don’t want to see?

When the man takes a closer look at you, he pouts, “oh, it’s you, angel face. Don’t tell me you’re drunk again, it’s barely seven.”

He checks the time on his phone once more - just to make sure, and then nods at you, “you okay there?”

“I’m fine,” you respond, trying to sound firm.

How did you even manage to bump into this dude? In this area?

You take a closer look at your surroundings, “why are you here?”

Satoru hums a little, “just closed up my shop not too long ago. I was planning to hang out with a few friends, but I think you need some company.”

“Oh no, it’s fine. Go on with your day.”

You dab away the welling tears with your hands as you try to walk past him, but he grabs at your forearm, “come on, angel face. I know a sad face when I see one.”

There isn’t any strength left in you to resist, so you let Satoru drag you to a parking garage. Your eyes light up a bit at the sight of him moving towards a motorcycle.

“You know how to ride?”

Satoru’s grin grows wider, “I wouldn’t have one if I didn’t know how.”

A soft scoff-like laugh comes out at his answer, “true but,” you poke at his back, “rich people like you like to buy everything for show.”

Satoru feigns offense and swats your hand away sassily, “excuse me, but you come from a family of money too. You’re quite privileged, aren’t you?”

“Whatever.”

He sits on the motorcycle and hands you the helmet, “you’re gonna need it more than me.”

You accept the helmet but stay standing, “don’t you need it? What about your eyes?”

Satoru pulls out a pair of goggles from his jacket and giggles like a child, “nah, I got these babies right here. Hop on, I’m hungry.”

You must admit, the start of the ride was a bit scary. At first, you refused to hold him tightly in case you’d end up hurting him, but he insisted you hold on for dear life unless you had a death wish. As a joke, you loosened up your hold even more, causing him to scoff.

“Girl, I don’t have time to bury you. This stomach is hungry,” he shouts over the wind.

You hold his waist tightly with one arm and stretch out the other to feel the velocity of the wind, “just dump me in a ditch or something!”

Right at that moment, Satoru makes a sharp turn around the corner and it makes you squeal whilst your other arm wraps around his waist to keep you from falling. He shrugs, “after I eat, then!”

The thrill of the ride is quite exciting. It made it easier to forget about what had just happened, and you’re thankful towards Satoru for that. He ends up taking you to a convenience store; not that you mind. He mindlessly pushes out the kickstand with his foot and hops off, turning around to help you get off as well. You both enter, not paying any mind to the employee who greets you.

“Pick out anything you want,” Satoru says in a candy sweet tone as he zooms through the aisles.

You don’t pick much, opting for cup ramen and some onigiri. After settling in the seats, you both begin to dig in.

“Sorry I didn’t bring ya somewhere fancy. I was craving this way before I bumped into you.”

“I don’t mind, thanks for paying.”

He takes a bite out of his sausage stick and focuses on the people outside that pass by, “so, you wanna tell me why you were running and crying?”

You sigh, “not really. It’s a long, long story.”

His head tilts to the side as he speaks, “yanno, I haven’t known you for a while but it’s kinda easy to see through you. Instead of making things harder for yourself, why don’t you just talk about it?”

Then his judgy little eyes narrow on you, “don’t tell me you got a kink for pain.”

“Course not,” you laugh, “I wouldn’t even know.”

You take the chance to slurp up your noodles while he continues to stuff his face with savory junk. He swallows the mixed mush of food, “I’m always open ears, if you need it. We’re friends, right?”

My gosh… the ptsd of those words right now. Kazuya pops up into your mind once again and the little appetite that you had has now subsided. Satoru notices your gloomy mood but chooses to keep quiet. He’ll wait for you to talk. Will you take the bait?

“You said you’re close to Sukuna?”

Well, you took the bait, but it’s not what he expected to hear. He sticks his tongue out, “indeed.” He points towards your cup ramen, “you gonna finish that?”

“It’s yours.”

You lazily slide the ramen towards him, “have you hung out with him recently?”

Ahhh, maybe this is going in the direction he wants. Satoru giggles and holds his chin, acting as if he’s thinking, “here and there. Kaede’s always there too.”

He sees the way your eyes light up at her name and continues, “I kept asking about you, but they said you were busy. To be honest, I thought you didn’t want to be my friend anymore.”

Both of your palms lay flat against the tabletop and you can’t help but openly show your true expression, a soft grimace, “wow, you’re really stupid.” You tap his shoulder twice, “only you would be worried over something so trivial.”

Satoru’s jaw hangs open, “that’s rich coming from you.” He shakes his head though and laughs aloud, “why are you asking?”

You’re sick of being speechless. Your left leg is bouncing so fast under the table due to your nerves that you’re afraid Satoru will make fun of you, however, that’s not what should concern you. You drop all of your current waves of emotion and stare at him with dead eyes.

“How do they interact, Sukuna and Kaede?”

This time Satoru does take a minute to respond, as he’s digging deep in his brain to remember each and every interaction. When he’s done searching, he leans on one fist, “they’re kind of playful, maybe like…” he drags out the last word but then chirps up again, “like the day we all met! The haunted house, if you remember. Though they’re a little more playful, other than that, they don’t do anything different from usual.”

Tap… tap… tap…

The sound of your nail taps against the table. Suddenly you feel everything too much. The air conditioning in here is too high and the goosebumps rise on your forearms, the noodles you had were too salty and now you’ve got a bitter taste in your mouth. Like a nightmare, you see the vision of them dancing closely in the club and your heart tightens.

“Are you sure?”

His icy eyes scan over you while his mouth falls to a small ‘o’ shape, “do you know something I don’t?”

Alright, maybe he’s just oblivious, or could it be that Sukuna and Kaede have only recently started acting like that with each other. You force yourself to smile at him, “nevermind what I asked, I’ve been occupied.”

“Oh, that's right!”

Satoru beams brightly at you and leans over, getting all up in your face with his crazy beautiful eyes, “you had a friend that you were talking to. Sukuna didn’t mention him too much, but Kaede gossiped like crazy. It was as if a kettle had broken and all the tea came spilling out.”

This catches your attention and you furrow your brows at him, all while placing both hands on his shoulders to push him back for personal space, “what kind of gossip?”

He sassily waves his hand around as he says, “well, nothing bad, just that you were too busy with your friend, Kazuya–” he cuts himself off to get in your face again, a funny grin on his lips, “to hang out with us!”

“Please,” you end up laughing at his silliness and shove him away again, “I’m sure you had fun either way. And besides…”

You don’t know why you’re about to tell him this. It could be because you need someone to vent to. You blow a few raspberries, “I let him go.”

This is where Satoru is a liiittle confused. He wears a thin smile while his eyes ask for more information.

“Kazuya, I mean. I couldn’t continue with him– and please don’t make me feel like shit for it. I already feel horrible, so please don’t comment.”

“I won’t,” Satoru shifts in his seat, “jeez, I didn’t bring you here to judge you. What kind of man do you think I am?!”

You give him a pout, “I’m sorry, it’s just been a rough day. Do you think you can take me home?”

After helping him to clean his trash, he crosses his arms and looms over you, “that depends. Are you gonna hang on or?”

You sock his arm gently and laugh louder than intended, “please shut up.”

♡ ♡ ♡

Ugh, what a headache. Sukuna hasn’t talked to you since that last incident. Neither of you bothered to reach out and that was fine with him. Anyway, what’s up with everyone being late these days? Satoru’s dumb ass didn’t even bother to shoot him a text and now he looks like an alcoholic, buying all this booze for what. When he’s done, he goes back home and lounges on the living room couch with music blaring through expensive speakers.

He waits for another twenty minutes before he finally hears his doorbell and he buzzes him in through the gate from inside. In walks the joke of a man that he is (he’s kidding), round circular glasses hanging on his nose bridge, his hair down loose, an oversized black tank and some sweatpants.

“Sorry, traffic.”

What a shit lie.

Sukuna glares halfheartedly, “shut the fuck up, Satoru.”

The white-haired friend rolls his eyes in annoyance and plops down beside him, “you guys are so mean, you know that?”

He shoves Satoru away from him and sits up straight, “who?”

At the same time, Satoru nudges him, “who else?! You and y/n, for crying out loud. Y’all are always telling me to ‘shut up.’ You shut up!”

Y/n… he doesn’t want to think of you, but it’s kind of hard not to with Satoru yapping away about you. He decides to cut Satoru short, “wanna smoke?”

“Alright,” Satoru agrees.

They sit together with no words, only choosing to listen to the song that plays. Satoru’s head begins to bounce along, “what song is this?”

“Soulchef - Write this Down x Dead wrong. It’s a remix.”

Sukuna skillfully rolls a joint and hands it to him with a stone face. Satoru brings the joint to his lips and lights it, breathing out a puff of smoke. He decides to be a little greedy at first, choosing to take another three puffs before eventually passing it back.

“Let’s drink too,” Satoru sings.

This isn’t a new occurrence. It’s something they do every here and there, just that today, it’s only them two, no one else. They don’t bother to dine first, instead choosing to drown themselves in the bitter beverage and hazy smoke.

Truthfully, Sukuna and Satoru have lost track of time. They’ve been drinking for a while now and they’re probably on their third joint. Yeah, not a really wise choice, but Sukuna felt like he needed it. While he’s seeing tunnel vision, Satoru takes it upon himself to bring you up again, for his own entertainment, of course.

“I ran into y/n not too long ago.”

“Cool.”

That’s it? That’s all he spits out? Where did all the possessiveness go? It’s a question Satoru easily knows the answer to, but it still amazes him how stupid you two are. He tries again, “yup, I let her ride on my motorcycle and then we ate together.”

Sukuna groans to himself, feeling an ounce of irritation at the mention of your name, but he still manages to respond, “where?”

“Convenience store.”

“Pffft!” Sukuna cannot help but laugh out loud. In fact, his laugh is so loud that it echoes all throughout downstairs. It startles Satoru momentarily but he quickly recovers, “what’s wrong with quick food?”

Sukuna snickers, his mood a little delirious due to his haze, “why didn’t you get her something real to eat?”

Satoru clicks his tongue at him and chugs the rest of his beer, “what does it matter, she still ate.” He snatches the joint from Sukuna’s fingers and takes a long inhale, filling his lungs and holding it for as long as he can before releasing. “Anyway,” he continues, rubbing his nose as he does so, “she asked me about you and Kaede.”

“She did?”

That’s probably the quickest that Sukuna has responded all night. He cocks his head towards Satoru, “why did she ask?”

Since Satoru is feeling lazy and wants to bask in this bliss, he’ll hurry up and get this over with. With another click of his tongue, he speaks, “I dunno, maybe because she hasn’t been around much? She also stopped seeing her friend, Kazuya too. Oh, and I forgot to mention, she looked like she needed a pat on the back.”

He huffs a sigh, “her eyes were puffy as fuck.”

Sukuna has no idea why Satoru feels the need to spill every single detail, but he just goes along. At first, he’s fine with what he said, until he rethinks about it. Did he just say you stopped seeing Kazuya? That’s right, that’s exactly what he said. But why is he bothered? It’s not like it matters now.

While Satoru is dazed in his own world, Sukuna reaches into his pants pocket and pulls out a baggie. It contains three little pills. Correction, three little happy pills that take him away from reality. His eye flicks towards Satoru and then back to the plastic bag as he ponders whether he should take it or not. He’s already crossfaded, so he should probably put it away. The moment Satoru’s head turns towards him, he quickly slips it back into his pocket and acts as if nothing happened.

“Let’s invite Kaede and y/n,” Satoru suggests with a slur.

He shakes his head, “nah. Kaede’s on a family trip.”

Satoru smirks slyly, “and y/n?”

“No clue.”

“Man,” Satoru lures, “what happened with you guys? One second you’re inseparable and the next, you’re worlds apart.”

Sukuna’s jaw clenches and the urge to become violent is on a very thin line. He’s still mad at you. He’s very angry at you. How dare you prance around and act as if it is you who is hurt. The more he thinks about you, the more upset he becomes.

He sends Satoru an icy glare and pops open a new can of bear, “drop it.”

Satoru’s hands come flying up in less than a second and he backs off with a dopey grin. He starts again, “then, what are you and Kaede? You guys seem closer than before.”

“We aren’t anything,” Sukuna confirms, his frown growing deeper.

The white-haired male sends him a sugary smile, but his tone drops to something of seriousness, “y/n seems to think otherwise~”

“That’s her problem.”

Satoru pushes himself off the couch so that he can lean in Sukuna’s direction; so that he can look Sukuna right in his face, “is it now?”

He lifts his left leg and lays it over Sukuna’s thigh, acting as annoying as he possibly can, “think I don’t know about your lovely little wallpaper? You’re not slick, Sukuna.”

Sukuna slaps his hand right above Satoru’s knee and he squeezes as hard as he can, getting an immediate reaction. Satoru’s face scrunches up as he screams, “that hurts, dude!”

“So get your ugly, lanky legs off of me, you blue-eyed freak.” He releases Satoru’s leg after shoving him off, “and quit snooping through my fucking phone.”

“I didn’t snoop!” Satoru retorts.

He snatches Sukuna’s drink and tastes it for himself, “I saw it a while ago. If she isn’t anything to you then you might as well change your wallpaper to something else.”

It’s funny how Sukuna can’t argue back. He doesn’t want to change it. If he does, it’ll be like he’s really letting go but he just can’t stop being angry with you. Every time Satoru mentions you, his ears itch and he feels like punching him for not listening. With one last glare, he takes his drink back, “shut the fuck up.”

♡ ♡ ♡

How long have they been slumped here? Seriously, it’s probably been like, hours. They aren’t crossfaded anymore and have had time to sober up, so Sukuna whips his phone out to stare at the time. This whole time, he couldn’t get stupid you out of his head. And yup, he’s made up his mind.

“You ready to leave any time soon?”

Satoru over exaggerates his frown while crossing his arms, “you are so rude. First you invite me here and now you’re kicking me out. What if I was still drunk?”

“Satoru.”

“Alright, alright, I got it.”

He stands up and huffs, “I’ll leave so you can sulk and marinate in negative feelings, you big ol’ grump!”

Sukuna laughs softly and grabs a couch pillow. He quickly tosses it and hits Satoru in the back of his head, but it hits him harder than he expects.

“Oh no you didn’t.”

Satoru spins around and quickly grabs the pillow. He throws it at the speed of light and hits Sukuna right in the face, “sucka~”

The door opens before Sukuna can get him back and he’s a bit upset that he didn’t get the last hit, but it’s whatever. Back to whatever was on his mind and ah, that’s right. He stands from the couch and marches up the stairs with his heavy feet. He kicks off his house slippers and enters his room.

Is he really gonna do this?

Sukuna sits on the edge of his bed to calm his racing mind. Sure, he’s sobered down, but is he really sure about this? He hunches over a bit and rubs his face with both his hands, “here we go.”

His heart drops with every step that he takes to his dresser but he chooses to ignore it. His fingers latch onto the handle and he hesitates, just for a second. It’s just a fucking necklace, what’s so hard about this? With that in mind, he yanks the drawer open and grabs the little silk bag. His thumb traces over the gold accents while his chest swells from the memory of you first giving it to him. Why did you guys have to become this way?

Sukuna shakes his head and opens the bag, takes the necklace out and then shoves it into his pocket. It’s almost nine, so he should hurry. It’d be faster to be driven to your house, but he prefers to walk. That way he can clear his mind and think it over again.

♡ ♡ ♡

Sukuna stares at your gate. He should really just turn around and leave you be but he’s already climbing over it. “Oof,” he lets out as he lands. There’s a sting to his ankles but he doesn’t care. Should he be more careful so that he’s not seen? Yes. Does he care right now? No.

He takes a closer look around and notes that the upstairs is completely dark, meaning no one is up there. He decides he’ll scope out the area a bit more, just in case you have company. Just as he thought, it’s almost completely silent. He’d question if you were even home, but the living room light is on, indicating you might be there.

Sukuna shoves his hand into his pocket and clutches the necklace one last time before making it back around to your bedroom window. Fuck. It’s locked. Okay, he should go home. Despite thinking that, his hands try it again, lifting as hard as possible.

“Damn it,” he growls, gently punching the glass.

He turns around to leave. One step, two steps, three steps. Sukuna freezes in place and then swivels back around. He marches towards your front door with quick steps and rings the doorbell not once, but four times. He can hear your bitching getting louder, which means you’re almost at the door.

“Who the fuck–”

Your voice dies down the moment your eyes make contact with him. What the hell is Sukuna doing here? Your eyes flutter quickly to make sure you’re not seeing things, but he isn’t disappearing. He’s really here.

Your mind blanks out momentarily, “why are you here?”

Sukuna ignores you and pushes past you to enter. After successfully getting by, he takes the door handle from your hand and closes it, locking it as quick as he can. Your dull eyes become filled with irritation when Sukuna starts walking towards your bedroom.

“Where the hell are you going?” you shout as you angrily follow after him.

He gently pushes your bedroom door open and walks in, his fingers flipping the lights on as soon as he can. Shit, his mind is racing as he’s doing all of this. He can barely make out what the hell you’re saying. While he stands near your bed, you stand near the door to keep your distance. Gosh, it’s always you. This fuels his anger once again and digs into his pants pocket.

Without warning, he angrily throws the item at you and your quick reflexes make you catch it. You don’t look at what he threw. Instead, you keep your cold glare, “what is this?”

“The necklace,” he coldly says.

Sukuna turns away from you, so that he can’t see your face, “I no longer need it.”

A sudden burst of energy flows through you and you squeeze the necklace in your palm while angrily stomping towards him. You raise your hand and throw the necklace right at his face, causing it to scratch his right cheekbone, making it bleed lightly.

“Ouch,” he flinches. Sukuna’s hand comes flying towards his face to touch the new wound, “what the fuck was that for?!”

There aren’t even tears in your eyes. You don’t feel sad, you don’t feel like crying at all. What you feel is just pure anger. Whatever you’ve bottled up in all these months just ends up exploding in both your faces.

“Fuck you!”

Sukuna bends down and swoops up the necklace from the floor. He dangles it in your face, “you just cut my face with the necklace!”

Your eye twitches as you shove his hand away from you, “throw it away! Why bother giving it back?!”

Sukuna furrows his eyebrows at you, “don’t you want it?” He looks at the trident with a soft gaze, “last I remember, you liked the necklace just as much.”

The situation right now isn’t funny at all, yet you can’t help but laugh out loud at him.

“You’re a fucking liar.”

The tone of your voice is laced with venom and Sukuna fucking hates it. The eyes that used to stare at you so softly now glare at you as if you’re a murderer, “how so?” he taunts.

“If you liked the necklace so much then why are you returning it? It obviously doesn’t mean shit to you, so throw it away. It’s just a piece of garbage anyway,” you sarcastically argue. You look at the necklace as it hangs from Sukuna’s hand and feel your heart break. At the end of the day, it is just a stupid necklace. One you paid a hefty sum for, sure, but still.

“Actually, give it.”

You snatch the necklace from his hands and spin around to toss it but Sukuna chases after you, “what are you doing?”

Your voice cracks as you answer him, “I might as well throw it out for you. That way you’ll feel less guilty about it, so get out of my face.”

Sukuna tries to take the necklace back, but you dodge him, “I didn’t want to throw it away, I wanted to give it back to you.”

Damn, now you can feel the tears welling up. This whole thing just irritates you even more so you’re prone to cry out of anger and frustration as you argue back.

“Well it’s trash, so I’m dumping it.”

Again, you shove past him. Sukuna is bigger than you in more than many ways, so he easily stops you and steps in front, “what’re you doing?” He tries to reach for the necklace again, “give it back if you don’t want it!”

When he can’t take it from you, he gets frustrated, “give it back, y/n!”

“Why should I?!”

“Because it’s mine!”

You scoff, “not anymore. Did you already forget?”

Your free hand comes to angrily poke at his chest, “are you stupid?” You jab at him again, “is it crack? Is it crack that you smoke?”

Sukuna thinks he might as well at this point. He grabs your wrist and holds it in place, “piss off.”

“You piss off, eyesore.”

Ouuu, he really wants to fucking hit someone or something. Eyesore? Him? You’ve gotta be kidding. All of this is mainly your fault, so how dare you get upset at him. He originally did all of this for you. You’re spiteful and full of jealousy. While he firmly holds your wrist in place, he inhales then exhales to calm himself, “why are you so mad?”

“Shut up,” you softly mutter.

Sukuna stays quiet so the both of you can calm down on your own. With all the shouting earlier, it’s clear as day that neither of your parents are home. He wasn’t completely sure before, but now he is; not that it matters. He sees that you’re still holding the necklace as tight as you can and it’s clear to him that you don’t plan to let go anytime soon.

“You’re jealous of Kaede. Admit it.”

Ugh, you’re so tired of talking in circles now. You look at him with tired eyes, “I am. I’m so greedily jealous, Sukuna.”

Why does a part of him spark up at that? He manages to keep his face the same, “and why is that, hm?”

“I just am.”

This makes Sukuna sigh, a heavy groan escaping his throat, “tell me the truth, be honest with yourself.”

Last time you said you liked him and now you can’t speak up? What the hell is wrong with you?

“What, can’t talk now?” he taunts, “you’re attracted to me, just fucking admit it.”

“I am attracted to you,” you plainly admit, “I’ve always been.”

Great, this is finally getting somewhere. Last time you spoke in circles, saying you didn’t know or this and that. His head dips down, “so why did it take you this long? Why did you wait until now?”

Because of Kaede and Kazuya. Because you don’t know what Kaede is to Sukuna. The tears finally spill out as you speak, “because I’m selfish and greedy.”

Sukuna’s turns to look at you and you do the same thing at the same time. Another tear falls, “because I want you all to myself, even when I don’t deserve you.”

“You’re right,” Sukuna monotonously says, “you don’t deserve me.”

It’s so stupid that your heart continues to shatter but you take advantage of Sukuna’s hold on your wrist loosening to pull your hand back, “I know that you like Kaede, but I just needed to let this out.”

Though it’s a shaky one, you try your best to smile, “let’s pretend like this never happened.”

You’re almost out the door but Sukuna isn’t having it. He takes big steps after you “fuck no, get your ass back here.”

Every memory with you flashes before his eyes and he remembers Satoru’s words. He said you stopped seeing Kazuya, right? Sukuna grabs your forearm, spinning you around and you gasp with the action.

“Sukuna, what’re you– mphh?!”

It happened so fast, the way his left hand reached for the back of your head, the way his right hand that held your forearm pulled you towards him and the way his soft lips clashed against yours while your body slammed against his. The moment you realized what had just happened, you began to pound and punch at his hard chest to no avail. When he finally released you, you backed up to catch your breath.

“What– why did you do that? Why did you kiss me?!”

His gaze softens at you, but his tone is still cold, “why are you acting so shocked? Why do you keep making a fool out of me? Don’t play with me, y/n.”

Your heart aches at the thought of Kaede and what she’ll think of you, and you hate yourself for enjoying the thrilling rush of his kiss.

“I’m not! I was just admitting my jealousy–”

Sukuna cuts you off, “you’re in love with me, y/n.”

He takes another step towards you, “you aren’t jealous in a platonic way. Don’t tell me you’re a toxic lover.”

“I–”

“There’s only one way to find out, sweetheart.”

No. Why does your heart pound faster when he says this? You glance at him with tearfilled eyes, “then what about Kaede?”

Sukuna hates how your voice quivers. He hates that you keep bringing her up. He raises his hands and wipes your tears away while whispering, “what about her? She’s not you.”

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It hasn’t been the same since. Sukuna acts like he’s fine with you when you’re around the others, but now his eyes don’t linger on you. He barely starts a conversation with you, shit, he talks to Kazuya more than he does with you. Kaede thought it was weird but you told her it was nothing. Just friends outgrowing each other due to hanging out too much in the past. They don’t seem exclusive yet either, so it’s safe to say that they’re still talking? You don’t know, but you’ve been trying to drown yourself in Kazuya as much as possible. You’ve been ditching Kaede’s group invites, saying that you and Kazuya were already busy, and when he’d try to join them, you would tell him to give them some space.

Another thing is, you’re completely dreading today. It just feels like it’s gonna be a bad day. You’re pushing the cart around the store with an empty mind while your mom adds things in. She’s on the phone with your dad, talking about work or whatever, so you’re just left alone to follow aimlessly.

“Did you want this, sweetheart?”

She’s holding a pack of Himemaru rice crackers in the air to get your attention. You barely look at them, “sure.”

Just like that, she drops them in the cart and continues her conversation on the phone. Nothing in particular catches your attention since you don’t seem to have much of an appetite lately. You wouldn’t call it depression either, that’d be going overboard. You just miss how things were before.

Your mom taps your arm, “are you alright these days? You’re not grabbing all the snacks you usually eat.”

“I’m on a diet,” you lie, turning into the next aisle.

She stops you right there and crosses her arms, a worried look in her eyes. They search you for answers before she opens her mouth again, “you know, before I was afraid you were eating too much and now…”

Her nervous smile quivers, “you’re not eating and it’s a drastic change. These are also signs of pregnancy, sweetheart. You’ve been going out a lot and staying out during late hours, I’m afraid of what you’ve been doing.”

“Mom–”

“I’m not stupid. I was your age once too, you know. I know that you’re having fun, but I just wish for you to be safe. Your father hasn’t caught on, but I am concerned. How about after we shop, I take you to the clinic to get a checkup?”

“I haven’t done those things yet, so there’s nothing to be scared of. We’ll just waste our time going over there.”

The attitude in your tone takes your mom by surprise but she nods in defeat, “you sound like you’re telling the truth, then.”

You stick your tongue out at her to lighten the mood, “let’s just finish this up and go back home.”

♡ ♡ ♡

Your dad has been walking on eggshells around you as well over the last few months. He doesn’t speak to you any different, but maybe he too can pick up on your shift in mood. Is it really that drastic? Surely you’ve always been a grump, so what’s the big difference?

“I’ll take those,” he says as he takes the groceries from your hands.

You allow him to take them and follow him into the kitchen to help sort out the items. Your mom also comes in to help, leaving out what she’ll make for dinner.

“Will you be joining us?”

You look at your dad with a shrug, “I think I have plans with someone, so I’m not sure.”

He juts his lips but nods understandably, “you are going out with a female friend or male?”

“It’s a mix of both genders. We’re a group of people.”

“Shouldn’t you introduce us so that we know who you’re with?”

“It’s not necessary, so no.”

You give him stern eyes and head towards your bedroom. You’re annoyed by people constantly prying into your life. You don’t want them to meet Kazuya because they’ll misunderstand what he is to you, and you most certainly do not want them to meet someone like Sukuna. They’ll only judge, because that’s all they do. Especially your mom.

Since you’re bored, you decide to change out of what you’re currently wearing and put something else on. “I’ll be back later,” you shout as you close the door behind you.

Your feet guide you through the area you first saw Sukuna. He’s not there anymore, obviously. The spot is now taken over by a guitarist, playing his heart out to make some extra cash. The tune sounds nice to your ears, but it does strike a couple of heartstrings. A grin appears on your lips as you dig into your wallet, grabbing a single twenty. You diligently place the bill in his guitar case and back up into the rest of the crowd again to listen.

The man sends you a gracious smile and tips his head at you, “thank you~”

Your hands come out in front of you and wave, “don’t mention it.”

The man leans towards a smaller build, with soft fluffy hair and delicate looking hands. He’s pretty, but you can tell he’s fairly young, possibly mid-teens. He’s completely different from Sukuna– why are you even comparing the two? You snap out of your own thoughts and turn around to leave the crowd. Probably wasn’t a wise choice to revisit such a nostalgic area.

You shove your airpods in and blast music to drown out the real world while you walk to the next destination. It doesn’t take you too long, but you push through the doors and approach the hostess, “hi, I’m sorry, do you know if Mastuyama Kazuya is working today?”

She beams brightly and bows a bit, “oh yes, his shift should be over in a few hours. Let me get him for you, he’s in the back.”

“Thank you.”

“I didn’t know you were coming,” he greets, coming out from the back.

“Just thought I’d visit you for a bit,” you reason, “sorry, is it rush hour for you?”

Kazuya titters softly, “you’re fine, the kitchen can handle it.”

You push your hair behind your ear as you speak, “I’ll just be a second. I know you’re busy, so are we still going to the movies later tonight?”

“About that…” he trails off.

He wipes the sweat from his forehead with his forearms and pouts a bit, “I must be famous today. Sukuna and Kaede came to visit not too long ago.”

“Did they?”

You’re not sure as to why he’d bring them up, but you listen anyway.

Kazuya gestures towards a table, “yeah, they finished their meal like half an hour ago.”

“What do they have to do with our plans later?”

“Matsuyama, we need you back on the stove,” an employee says as he pokes his head out.

Kazuya nods hurriedly at him, “I’ll be right there.” He gently pinches your cheek, “they invited us to the club tonight and I kind of agreed without thinking. Don’t be too mad, okay? I gotta go, so I’ll see you tonight. See ya!”

“But–”

A fat sigh blows past your lips at the sight of him rushing back into the kitchen. Damn, you knew today felt shitty for a reason. Clubbing? With Sukuna? In a place where alcohol is involved? Not that you have to drink, but the environment is giving you flashbacks of that night, and it’s not bright. You will admit, there are times when you have dreams of that night and it drives you crazy! It’s that guilty conscience of yours…

Maybe you can find a way out of this, right?

♡ ♡ ♡

Kaede keeps blowing up your phone about tonight’s plan. She wants to know what you’ll wear, how you’ll do your hair etc. You’re not answering her much, just giving her short responses. Do you sound like a bitch? Probably. Do you care? Not really. Everything in your closet seems too bland and stupid but you managed to figure something out. It wasn’t anything too flashy, since you still have to see your parents, but enough to get you into the club.

You’re outside the gate, waiting for Sukuna’s car. He decided it’d be cheaper and safest to just use his chauffeur and who are you to argue against that? There’s a mix of emotions that you’re feeling as you wait, but the most defined one is anger and irritation. You don’t want to see Sukuna and Kaede flirt, mainly because you’ve been getting those flashbacks. Shit, you can barely look them in the eyes.

Right as you’re thinking this, you see the familiar black car pull up. It stops right in front of you and the passenger window rolls down.

“Get in,” he spits out coldly.

You barely catch it. That’s how low it is. Loud enough just for you to hear. He’s not even looking at you, he’s just staring straight ahead, and you want to smack that big ol’ head of his. You want to shove your hand through the window and fuck up his stupid, gelled back hair. Does he realize how stupid he looks? Okay, he doesn’t look stupid at all, you’re just being petty, but that’s okay!

You groan and open the back door to see both Kazuya and Kaede. They smile at you and shower you in compliments, ones that go in your ear and out the other. You’re only focusing on the back of his stupid pink hair. He got his roots retouched, how conceited. Ugh, and his cologne is too overwhelming. It makes your stomach churn.

“You doing okay?”

Kazuya’s eyebrows are pointed upwards in a worried way as he examines your sour face. Upon realization, you fix your face and hum, “peachy.”

You look at what Kaede is wearing and you instantly feel insecure. The feelings you feel, it’s the same as when you introduced Kaede to Sukuna. Why do you keep feeling this way? It’s annoying. Her hair is loosely curled, her makeup is done smokey, complimenting the dress she has on and her heels are sexy and strappy. Her charisma is even crazier tonight.

“You look sexy,” you compliment, sending a wink her way, regardless of the bad feelings inside.

Kaede giggles and shies away, “stop~ you’re teasing me.”

Your focus then turns towards Kazuya and your fingers land on the sleeves of his shirt, “you look great too, Kazuya.”

No one sees the red hues that glare through the rearview mirror, you’re all much too focused on your own little conversations, blabbing about this and that. Sukuna’s jaw tightens at the sight of you and he ignores the way your laugh sends shivers down his spine. You’re a fucking ungrateful bitch, that’s what you are.

Thankfully the ride isn’t too long. You’re all dropped off in the middle of the street and left to wait in line for the club. Kazuya is walking in front with Sukuna while Kaede holds your arms for support. It wasn’t too wise of you guys to pregame in the car, but it already happened, so.

“Where are you going?”

You call out with a glare and Sukuna barely looks back at you, “to the front.”

Kazuya spits out short apologies to the people you’re all cutting and taps Sukuna, “shouldn’t we be waiting in the back?”

“I work here,” Sukuna says, smiling his best.

Oh, that’s right. Sukuna works as a bartender at a club. This must be the place. Why didn’t it click in your head sooner?

Kaede’s grip on your arm is so tight that you feel like your arm will snap off. You’re about to say something to her, but Sukuna reaches out for her and takes her from you, “come here.”

He greets the bouncer and whispers something in their ear. They don’t even hesitate to let you all through, and as crazy as it is, you smile at Kazuya with excitement and raise your eyebrows, “I guess we don’t gotta pay.”

“Does that mean we get free drinks too?” Kazuya jokes, pulling you closer to him as the music begins to blare louder.

Sukuna chuckles, “that, you gotta pay for.”

You promised yourself not to drink too much, in fear you might slip up. Kaede and Sukuna, however, have been taking shots left and right. Their tab must be huge. Kazuya is the only one completely sober, but he’s having fun regardless, dancing with no shame. He’s fun to be with, at a time like this. You’re trying too, you are.

In order to distract yourself, you continue to dance with Kazuya, but not in a sensual way. Just goofy moves and whatnot. You’re not too sure how long it’s been, but maybe you guys have been here for two hours already. You’ve lost the other two in the crowd, so it helps to keep you distracted.

There’s just one thing… luck is never on your fucking side!

Kazuya reaches into his back pocket and leans towards your ear, shouting, “I gotta take this!”

You follow him towards the bathroom area and wait for him there to avoid separation. You pray that it’s a useless phone call, but something in your gut tells you otherwise. Approximately six minutes pass and Kazuya comes back out with a sorry smile.

There’s dread in your eyes.

“No, what’s wrong?”

He thins out his lips and gives you a soft caress before leaning towards your ear to shout, “sorry, y/n, but I just got a call from work. Someone had to go home suddenly and no one else could cover their shift.”

“But it’s almost eleven–”

His eyes shut, “I know, I know, but our restaurant stays open until 1am and they don’t have another chef. I’m sorry, y/n.”

You bite your tongue and huff, “it can’t be helped.”

Kazuya frowns too, since he feels sorry for having to suddenly abandon you, “I can help you search for the others before I leave–”

“Just go,” you blurt, your chest swelling with the action.

When you see the hurt in his face, you apologize, “sorry, it’s not your fault. It’d be better if you arrived over there quickly. I’ll look for them myself.”

You’re both shouting over the music, but you can hear each other clearly. He looks around the club once more before pulling you into a hug, “I’ll see you later, y/n.”

“Yeah,” you mutter against his chest.

♡ ♡ ♡

So, you might’ve had a few more shots. Just three more. Your vision isn’t fucked up, but your anger has subsided. Oh, you’re also dancing way more, now that you’re here by yourself, but it’s still fun. You get a couple of guys and girls here and there, but they know the drill, they don’t stay too long. In all honesty, you’ve kind of forgotten all about the other two people you came with.

That was, until… You’re shouting over the music with a random group of people you’ve found. It’s a mix of both women and men, mainly consisting of women. They know how to party, how to have fun. You watched them take body shots off of each other and when they offered you, you quickly denied, “it’s okay, I can’t get too drunk!”

“Awh, maybe next time then,” one of the men suggests, giving you a cute pout.

Though he suggests it, neither of you bother to exchange socials; his words nothing but empty. You sway to the loud music and look around, your eyes scanning over hundreds of faces but… you see him. You see him anywhere. You see him in the midst of the crowd, no one but him. It’s not because of his bright pink hair, it’s not because of his tattoos. You see him because he is Ryomen Sukuna.

All of your movements still instantly as you watch what’s in front of you. He’s stuck in the middle of a crowd with rowdy people, but in his arms is a very drunk Kaede. Her eyes are closed as she grinds her hips against his, her arms lifted and wrapped around his neck as a way to help support herself, even though he’s got both palms planted on her hips. Their faces are so close that it’s almost like they’ll kiss, and it sparks a fire in your chest. You feel it all at once while your head spins at the sight. Your chest stings, your heart falls, your face feels heated, and your heart is pounding so hard against you that it hurts. There’s a stupid, fat lump in your throat as you continue to watch them dance with each other.

His expensive silk shirt is unbuttoned, like always, and you see the way Kaede’s nose dips closer to his bare skin. Will she lick him? Sniff him? They’re dancing so sensually. Are they both drunk? Is he taking advantage of her? Are they together? Have they done more than this? A million questions race through your head as you stomp through the crowd, not caring that you rudely bump into people.

With hate filled eyes, you march over and shove a random girl out of your way. You’re so focused on your own heightened emotions that you don’t care if you get into a fight. She glares at you, “what the fuck is your problem?!”

You ignore her and continue to push through. Without thinking, you grab Sukuna’s wrist and yank him away from Kaede, making them both stumble.

“What the fuck are you two doing?! Are you fucking out of your minds?!”

The poor girl is much too intoxicated to understand the situation, only reaching out to grab Sukuna’s hand while her head leans on his back for support. He looks down at you coldly, “what?”

Fuck, you’re too stunned to speak now. Where did all that anger go? It seems to have disappeared the moment he laid eyes on you. His eyes pierce through you so harshly. His nostrils flare as his patience runs out and he steps back to grab Kaede by her waist. He then proceeds to use his other hand to grab at your forearm harshly, choosing to drag you guys to the bar. He quickly waves over one of the bartenders, “this girl is with me. Make sure to have someone watch over her in the back room.”

“Don’t take too long, can’t guarantee that boss will let her stay.”

Sukuna sighs in annoyance, “tell him she’s with me. He won’t care.”

He doesn’t wait for the other guy’s response and continues to drag you. You’re a bit scared with how shady the door looks, but he drags you out and you realize that you guys are in an alleyway. Sukuna’s chin rises, “what the fuck was that all about?”

You glare up at him as he continues, “I was hitting it off with Kaede. Why’d you do all of that?”

“I’m worried,” you stupidly admit.

You hate how weak you sound. You hate how unconfident you’re feeling from just his gaze.

Sukuna scoffs out loud at you, “worried about what? Isn’t this what you wanted?”

He steps closer to you, “for you to be with Kazuya without needing to worry about me? You set me up with Kaede and now you’re concerned?”

His face leans down, hovering over yours as a petty smirk draws itself on his lips. Your heart feels like it’s about to explode. You raise your chin pridefully, scoffing at his attitude, even though you had one first, “jeez, you must really like her. I didn’t think you’d be that upset about it.”

“Well, I am,” he quickly replies. There’s spite laced in his voice.

You blink a few times at his confirmation, and it seems to calm your sudden burst of anger. What used to be irritation morphs into something of shame and you lower your face a bit, “sorry for acting out then. Go back to her.”

You want to leave. You want to go home and cry. You want to be anywhere but here. You’re already turning around to walk away from him but he calls out angrily, “we’re not done talking, y/n.”

You hate the way he says your name.

“I think we are,” You’re only a few steps away from him, “you can go back to being touchy with her.”

Sukuna groans to himself, his voice becoming more stern, “I said we weren’t done talking. Stay still and look me in the eyes.”

You turn around to face him, “it’s fine, it was a spur of the moment.”

You motion towards the heavy door, “let’s just go back, she’s probably worried about you.”

With heavy footsteps, you try to get past him. Sukuna has other plans. He stops you and steps in front of you again, “y/n, I’m serious. Tell me what that shit was about. You had no fucking right to do that, to her or me.”

“I–”

Why are you getting choked up? It fucking sucks. This shit fucking sucks! What the fuck are you even doing? Why were you so mad in the first place?

Sukuna’s expression mocks you, a sneer on his face, “what, you can’t talk now? All of a sudden, the words can’t come out of your throat?”

He brings his hand up to your face and his thumb grazes your bottom lip gently, “you seemed to do just fine earlier when you were telling us off.”

There’s a stinging sensation in the corner of your eyes. Ah shit, don’t tell me it’s tears. What are they? Angry tears? Sad? Hurt?

Sukuna chuckles deeply, his thumb still on your lip, “don’t tell me you’re gonna cry now.”

“You’re a fucking asshole,” you say as you swat his hand away from you.

You quickly spin around to walk, hoping that you get to the end of the alley quickly. Sukuna’s heavy feet only take two steps forward before stopping, “get back here, right now.”

When you don’t listen, he raises his voice, “Ichihara y/n, I’m not playing with you.”

The seriousness in his tone has you stilling. Your mind is yelling at you to keep going, so why did you stop? Again, you turn around to face him, “I don’t know, Sukuna. I don’t know why I did that.”

Sukuna’s long strides get him close to you again and there’s a heavy frown on his lips, “yes, you do. I know you do.”

He heaves a sigh, mostly for himself, and then stares into your eyes. For a brief second, there’s worry in them.

“Look, let’s just take a deep breath together, okay?” he suggests, raising a brow.

Without needing to countdown, you both inhale and exhale together. He hums expectantly, “now tell me what’s wrong.”

The reason why you were so angry? Well, you don’t want to believe it.

“Sukuna, I–” the tears fall past your eyes, cascading down your cheeks, “I’m really jealous.”

His eyes widened. They widened and then his gaze turned into something bitter, “why are you saying this to me?”

He backs away from you, “why are you telling me this? Why now?”

More tears fall as you struggle to swallow the lump in your throat, “I’m really jealous when you’re with Kaede, Sukuna.”

“Don’t say that shit to me,” he spits out, “what about Kazuya, hm? Weren’t you so sure you liked him? Why are you saying this all of a sudden?”

Your eyes turn cold as well, looking at him with hate, “I didn’t realize I liked you this much!”

Sukuna’s jaw clenches at your confession, his fists balling so tight that his knuckles turn white.

You continue with a shaky voice, “I wasn’t sure if what we had was platonic or not–” your voice breaks, “so I chose Kazuya because he was the safest option.”

He shakes his head at you, seething as he does so, “you had months to figure it out, y/n. Months.”

Your heart throbs.

“Okay, I get it! You’re mad and I feel stupid and embarrassed, so just go back to Kaede already.”

You turn around and begin to speed walk, not caring if you just ruined your entire relationship with Sukuna. He, however, has other plans, choosing to chase after you. He spins you around violently, “no, don’t try to pull this shit on me. You’re fucking manipulating me.”

“I’m not!”

You try to pry his hands off of you with your own but you’re too weak. He won’t budge no matter how much you try.

You weakly shove him away, only moving yourself with the action, “I told you why I made a scene and now you’re just upset! I’m embarrassed, and I would just like to go home.”

Sukuna’s phone makes a notification sound and he quickly pulls his phone out to look at the text. He releases you with a glare, “Kaede texted me, I’m going back.”

It takes everything in him to not hug you, to not comfort you and kiss you. He’s so angry with you. You’re hurt? Well so is he. His chest heaves heavily while he tries to calm his heart, “get home safe.”

“I don’t need to hear that from you,” you spit out, looking away from him.

Sukuna clicks his tongue, “and I didn’t need to hear that shit from you either but look what happened.”

He shoves his phone back into his pocket, “whether you choose to text me when you get home or not is on you, I don’t care.” He turns around, “see ya.”

♡ ♡ ♡

You don’t remember how you got home. All you know is that you turned your phone off after catching a cab. Gosh, you’re so stupid. All of this shit is your fault. If you weren’t so stupid, indecisive and moody then none of this would’ve happened. You were too embarrassed to show yourself in front of your parents, so you crawled through your window.

After lazily locking it, you plopped down onto the bed and curled up into a ball. All of these raw emotions make you feel ugly inside and it hurts a lot. You see flashes of the look in his eyes and yours close immediately, refusing to relive the moment.

You knew about your feelings. You knew this whole time; you just didn’t want to believe it. Now that you’ve told him, you feel much smaller in the world. Your heart feels like it’s been smashed to bits and pieces and don’t even get started on Kaede. How will you ever look her in the eyes again? No, what will you say to Kazuya? He’s not the one your heart yearns for, he’s far from it, no matter how much you try. He’s such a sweet man, but he’s not who you want.

After lying in bed for a few hours, you pushed yourself up and gathered fresh clothes. You heard your parents go to bed hours ago but you were too drained to move earlier. You strip and wait for the water to turn hot, getting in once you’re satisfied with the heat. The thing that sucks is the fact that you can’t focus on anything. All you see is the disgust and hatred in his eyes.

You feel dirty.

A soft whimper falls from your lips as you begin to scrub your body harshly, hoping to get rid of the feeling. No matter how much you scrub and scratch, you can’t get the dirty feeling off. If Kaede found out about your feelings, would she hate you too? This is exactly why you refused to believe in your feelings for Sukuna. She’s always shown her interest in him; she was never discreet. You let yourself sink and hug your knees while the water pelts you.

You’re the worst kind of friend. Who in the fucking world begs the man that their friend is interested in to take them to a party, proceeds to get drunk together and then fucking makes out, almost leading to sex? Only bad friends. The worst part is you begging him to keep quiet about it, because you knew it was wrong. How dare you continue to hang out with her and act as if nothing ever happened. But, you’re a coward. You can’t fess up. You don’t want to lose another friend. You let yourself cry for a few more minutes before sucking it up and ending your shower.

The bed feels colder than usual. You feel like the loneliest person in the world. It’s funny though, since you did this to yourself. You’ll continue to talk to Kaede until she eventually finds out, because you’re a coward like that. Yeah, that’s what you are.

♡ ♡ ♡

You wake up with a headache. It must be from all the stupid crying but you push yourself up and force yourself to get through the day. You still haven’t turned your phone on, as you’re afraid of what you’ll see. Your everyday morning routine is done with ease, even with a blank mind. When you roam into the dining area, your mom jumps up.

“I thought you weren’t home. We waited all night for you,” she says while adding breakfast to a plate that’s now meant for you.

“I came home quietly.”

You take the plate from her and place it at the table, moving to help her set up everything else. She squints her judgy eyes at you, “your eyes are red and puffy.”

“Oh, she might’ve just had fun last night.”

Your dad’s voice interferes and he pops into the room with a smile. He’s obviously trying to get her off of your back, but she continues to poke at you, “or she was crying. What happened?”

“I drank a lot.”

Your unfiltered comment has your parents at a loss for words and you laugh, “I’m being responsible so please stop treating me like I’m some child.”

The breakfast that your mom cooked might’ve been really tasty but you can’t seem to taste a single thing. It’s all bland to you, sadly. You feel their eyes on you. It’s annoying. With wavering patience, you place your utensils down and stand, “I’m done.”

Their whispered argument goes on deaf ears as you walk back into your room to get ready. You do your makeup as quickly as possible and then turn your phone on. There’s a message or two from Kaede and she’s apologizing for getting too drunk. Does she even know what happened last night? You don’t have the heart to respond, so you turn off your read notifications and leave her unanswered. Kazuya’s messages are just him apologizing for leaving early. You give him a short response but that’s all. Sukuna hasn’t messaged you at all, and that’s something you should probably get used to.

Anyways, you need to end things with Kazuya. You can’t continue to lead him on like this, and you should probably tell him the truth. It’s the least you can do for him. You asked to meet up with him after work and he agreed in an instance. Now all that’s left is the waiting game.

It’s not as easy to distract yourself when you’re panicking over what to say and how you’ll say it. He’s such a sweetheart that you might break and cry while telling him everything. He’d probably even question why you’re the one crying when it should be him… Oh god, you seriously need to pull yourself together before you make any situation worse.

For hours, you practiced what you would say to Kazuya so you wouldn’t stutter for words. You looked into a mirror and trained your facial expressions so that you’d be less tense in front of him. You even imagined the pained expression that he would hold when you broke the news to him, but you still felt horrible when doing so. Kazuya truly is a soft soul and a great friend. You’d hate to lose him, but you know he’ll be gone. You’ll be left alone for a long time too, since Kaede and Sukuna won’t stay by you after this either.

It’s already a little past 6pm and you’re on your way to meet Kazuya. He chose a small coffee shop since he wanted some caffeine. You stop in front of the door and take a deep breath, preparing yourself for the last time. Just like before, you force a smile and pull the door open, the little bell dinging above your head.

“Welcome in,” you hear the employee greet. You suck in a breath and lock eyes with Kazuya who waves you down. He looks different today, almost as if he knows something. Yes, he’s smiling, but it’s forlorn. You walk to him and sit down, nervously accepting the warm drink he offers you.

“I went ahead and ordered for you too,” he says while retracting his hand.

“Thanks.”

It’s a dry reply. Oh god, you feel terrible. Kazuya taps the table with the pads of his fingers, “listen, about last night, I’m so sorry.”

You shake your head, maybe a little too fast, “it’s fine, seriously. I–”

He cuts you off, “you wanted to talk to me, I know. So, what is it?”

“Uh…”

Shit! All those hours of practicing went to fucking waste! Why can’t you speak up? Are you just stupid and useless? Is that it? He deserves to know the truth, so why can’t you stop being a coward and speak up? You called him to talk, so talk.

Kazuya’s hand slides across the table and he gently holds your index finger. Only that finger. You appreciate how he still respects your space and boundaries, even after all those months of you basically leading him on. He rubs his finger over your smooth nail polish and he shoots you a kind smile, “you have pretty hands.”

“You always say that.”

A grin stretches as you recall the many times he’s complimented them. No matter what color or length, he’d always comment on it. The memories are bittersweet as well, and you’re a bit upset at yourself for even smiling at a time like this. Kazuya’s other hand brushes through his hair, revealing his forehead as he does so.

“It’s about time you smile at me, timid girl.”

Your face turns red, mainly from embarrassment, “I’m sorry, Kazuya.”

He lets go of your finger and grabs his cup, drinking the warm beverage. When he’s done, he looks back at you, “It’s alright, y/n. I think I know what this is about.”

“You do?”

Your voice is small. You hate it. How can Kazuya keep smiling at you?

“I’ve been trying for months, y/n. I’m not clueless.”

Your head falls, “I’m sorry.”

The fact that you don’t deny him only proves his theory. Kazuya didn’t know for sure, but now his questions and doubts are confirmed. He tries not to let it show and instead keeps smiling at you, “I told you that I noticed how you changed here and there over time, but I didn’t want to bother you about it in case you were also figuring yourself out.”

Kazuya becomes quiet for a short while but then continues, “I didn’t want to believe it at first, but after I saw Sukuna’s wallpaper, everything just kind of clicked. You’re not a good liar either, y/n, but I like that about you. It makes you kind of cute.”

You laugh again, because you don’t know what to say. All you know how to say is ‘sorry’ and you’re sure that Kazuya doesn’t want to keep hearing that from you.

Everything about him is calm, from the way he looks at you, to the way he speaks. He seems completely fine on the outside, but he’s screaming at himself internally. He wants to break down and cry because he does truly like you, but what good is it if the person you’re interested in just can’t find it within themselves to like you back. His right leg bounces quickly under the table, but you don’t know that.

Kazuya suddenly leans over the table to tap your hand, mainly to get your attention, “I really liked you and I hoped that we could work out, but I understand. Thank you for trying anyway, y/n.”

There’s a small, teeny tiny weight that lifts from your chest, “is this really okay with you, Kazuya?”

“Mmm… no hard feelings, promise.”

Poor guy… he’s flashing you such a pretty smile but you can see the tears welling in his eyes. You only have yourself to blame for this. If you were honest from the beginning then he wouldn’t have gotten hurt like this. You tilt your head up at Kazuya when he pulls on your finger.

“It’s always been him, huh?”

Does he seriously want an answer to that? It would only hurt him more… You see the expectant expression though, so you nod with shame, “I didn’t want it to be him, I swear. He just snuck his way in.”

Kazuya lets your finger go and slowly slides his hand back towards himself, “but does he like you?”

He already knows the answer. Even a blind man can see just how much you two pine for each other; he just wishes you were more honest with yourselves.

You clench the cup a bit tighter, “I’m sorry.”

His expression softens quickly, “for what?”

“I’m sorry for not seeing you in a romantic way, Kazuya.”

Oh my god. That’s the worst kind of thing to say. Please, shut the fuck up.

You’re expecting him to cry, but he bursts out laughing, a hand flying over his mouth to try and hide it. When you furrow your brows at him, he dips his head and takes a minute to collect himself.

“Don’t say things like that, you’ll make me feel small both emotionally and physically. Anyhow,” he snickers one last time to mask his sadness, “I’m rooting for you. I don’t know what’ll happen to you guys, since Kaede is also in the picture, but I’ll always be cheering you on. I hope you get your happy ending, timid girl.”

It’s odd. You hate Sukuna’s ‘halfie’ but you don’t seem to mind Kazuya’s ‘timid girl’. Is that weird?

Your lip quivers, “I’m sorry that I can’t love you in the same way.”

“Stop,” he teases, “you’ll make me cry. I’m trying to seem tough here.”

Kazuya stands from the table first and waits for you to get up. Like a gentleman, he assists you out of the cafe and holds the door for you.

“I guess we should stop our frequent meetups from here on out.”

He holds his arms open and you rush in to return his hug, holding him as tightly as you can. This is supposed to make you feel better, but you only feel like shit. Well, you are kind of shit, but there’s no need to continue berating yourself.

Ugh, fucking bitch. You’re crying. Kazuya’s soft chuckle vibrates against you while his hands rub your back soothingly, “this must’ve been a tough decision for you, y/n. I know it’s not easy, you did good.”

“I–” you get a bit choked up, but keep going, “I am truly sorry towards you, for not being able to feel the same way.”

Kazuya pulls his face back to look directly in your eyes, a tiny grin on his lips, “I told you that it was all okay. I understand completely, alright? Friends?”

Another fat tear rolls down your cheek, “yeah, friends.”

He rests his face against the side of your head before giving it a quick kiss, “talk it out with Sukuna, alright? He’s a cool guy.”

“He’s an ass, but I will.”

♡ ♡ ♡

Welp! That’s one problem gone. Now you’ve got another storm of problems to get over. How will you confront Sukuna and how will you tell Kaede without causing any more problems? She’s going to be upset, that’s unavoidable. The problem is how upset she’ll be. You’re not sure how far she and Sukuna have gone, but based on how they acted in the club, they might’ve gotten pretty far with each other. Afterall, Sukuna isn’t exactly an in-your-face type of guy, so if they are together then it’s on the downlow, and if that’s the case then it’s no wonder he got so upset with you. You curse under your breath at yourself. You should’ve just asked Kaede a month ago if she and Sukuna were exclusive. You remember the way he held her hips and how they grinded against each other. A shudder runs down your spine at the fact that they might be sleeping together already.

Shit. Whether you say something or not, you’re gonna lose. It’s a lose-lose situation for you regardless of what you do, and that fucking sucks!

“I’m fucking stupid,” you mutter to yourself.

When you’re back in reality, you recognize the area. Your stupid feet have led you to the train tracks you used to hang out at. All those memories of you arguing with Sukuna over little things come flying by and you laugh to yourself while the rocks crunch beneath you. You also remember throwing salt at him all the time. Oh yeah. You haven’t done that in a long while. You keep going, choosing to walk on the actual tracks instead but as you get further, your heart seems to pulse faster. Your intuition tells you to turn and run, far away, but your feet won’t listen.

And, shit. What are the odds that you’d run into him here, today? Well, that’s exactly what the fuck just happened! Why is he here? Why is he sitting on the tracks with his back turned to you? His intoxicating scent fills your nostrils and you switch to breathing through your mouth, refusing to allow him in. His hair isn’t styled today, it’s left soft and untouched, blowing gently with the light breeze. You stand still and hold your breath, trying not to make too much sound but it’s too late.

“You’re always late, Kaede. Next time I’m ditching–”

Sukuna’s words are cut short when he turns around and finds you instead. Why the fuck are you here? Who the hell invited you? He hates that you still look beautiful.

All you can do is stare at him. He looks so different from before; it’s the way his eyes no longer hold any warmth for you. You should’ve taken advantage of those eyes back then, but who would’ve known that you two would end up like this so quickly. It’s just barely 7pm and the orange sky behind him suits him so well. It complements the pigment of his skin and blends in prettily with his artificial pink hair. If you were a bigger fool, you’d think that you were in hell with the devil himself. His aura and glare are enough to burn through your skin and you’re foolish, because you can’t seem to run away.

“You should probably get outta here, Kaede will be here soon,” he spits out, turning away so that he can no longer see you.

“Sukuna, about–”

He cuts you off, “you should also stop coming here, to all the areas we’ve hung out before. It wouldn’t be good for either of us to keep on running into each other.”

So what the fuck does that mean? Is he confirming that he and Kaede are together? Are they cutting you off? You’re really sick and tired of crying, but you can’t stop.

You’re quiet, so he goes on, “I’ll still be around when Kaede wants to hang out with you, but don’t expect too much. I’ll talk to you here and there so it doesn’t come off as weird, but I won’t get in yours or Kazuya’s way.”

You’re not ready for either of this. You were not expecting to run into Sukuna so soon and you don’t know what to say to him. You haven’t had the time to try and sort this shit out, so for it to come flying at you like this all at once has you overwhelmed. Right now, you wish a train would just come and run you over, but that’s not happening. Not anytime soon, at least.

You’re too quiet. Sukuna lazily tilts his head towards you and clicks his tongue at what he sees.

“Seriously? You’re crying now?” He snickers dryly, “you’re really fucking crying right now?”

A short sob falls from your lips, “can I not cry when my feelings are hurt?”

“No, you don’t get to cry.”

He closes the distance between you, “and don’t even think about trying to cry about this later. I won’t fall for it.”

Your mouth falls agape and you think about how none of this would’ve been a problem if he had just left you alone the second time you guys talked. You try to blink away the rest of your tears, “I never asked for this. I didn’t ask for you to stay by my side and cling to me.”

Sukuna thinks it’s funny, so he laughs in a spiteful manner. Weren’t you the one who came to bother him? Asking about his name and shit? Talking about always seeing him linger on the fucking streets?

“Oh, so now you’re ungrateful too, bitch.”

You shove him away on instinct, “would you stop that?”

His tongue comes out to poke at the corner of his mouth while he chuckles, “stop what? My sarcasm?” he steps closer again, towering over you, “why? Does it hurt you?”

“Yeah, it fucking hurts me, Sukuna,” you quietly admit, a new stream of tears slipping past your eyes.

When you think about your argument last night, your heart aches and you don’t want to feel this way anymore. You just want to get it over with. When you think about how he’s waiting for Kaede right now, your heart falls to pieces.

“Seeing you with her hurts my feelings. I’m jealous, really jealous.”

Everything cunning about Sukuna drops and he backs away from you, pushing his hair back in frustration, “you don’t get to feel that way! Not now, not ever.” His chest heaves heavily as he speaks to you, “what gives you the right to, hm? That you realized you liked me too late?”

He comes to you again but you don’t move, you don’t wince at his aggression. His red hues bore into yours, “what’re you gonna do about Kazuya, huh? Tell me.”

Just tell him. That’s all you need to do. Tell him that you ended things with Kazuya. As easy as it sounds like to do so, you can’t. You just ended things with him and even that hurt. You can still see just how much he was holding back, how hard he was trying to not cry in front of you. You remember how when you both parted ways, you turned around and saw his arms raise towards his face. He broke down when he was sure you were already walking away from him, and it made you feel like the shittiest person alive because he didn’t deserve that. And even if you could tell Sukuna, you’re more worried now than ever about the fact that he and Kaede might be dating. Everything he’s doing, all of this anger, it’s possible that he’s angry with you because you’re too late and they’re already together.

Sukuna’s irises flick back and forth all over your face as he waits for you to speak up. Why aren’t you saying anything? Why can’t you ever say anything?

“Stop fucking crying, y/n,” he says in a softer tone, more so to help himself calm down.

“This is stupid,” you say weakly, “I’m being stupid.”

You quickly wipe your eyes and turn around to leave. That’s better anyway because Kaede could show up at any moment.

“Don’t walk away from me,” he chases after you with long strides, “we aren’t done talking about this.”

“Well, I am.”

“Well I’m not, so get your ass back here before I lift you over my shoulder and drag you away myself.”

You still haven’t turned around, “that’s kidnapping.”

He stands right behind you, “I don’t give a shit, y/n. I’ll do it, you know I will.”

He’s not bluffing. You hate that you know. You take a deep breath and turn back to face him.

“That’s what I thought.”

“You’re a fucking dick.”

“Says the one causing problems.”

“Says the one causing problems.”

“That’s what I thought.”

“You’re a fucking dick.”

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I Love You, Always

Sukuna x Reader

Part 9 Jealousy in Your Eyes ♡ ♡ ♡ Part 10 Dancing on Your Own series m. list

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It’s been a few days since you finalized the deal with Sukuna, and today you’re literally supposed to be introducing Kazuya. You’re so nervous that you feel like you’ll pass out. Kazuya is currently sitting by your side, and he’s speaking to you but you’re not really listening. It’s kind of hard to hear him over your own heartbeat. The action of Kazuya getting up finally gets you to look and pay attention. Sukuna and Kaede are coming through the door together, and they’re smiling at each other sweetly.

“Shit,” you mutter, standing from your seat.

You gesture towards Kazuya with your hands at Sukuna, “this is Matsuyama Kazuya.”

Kazuya flashes Sukuna his pearly smile and his dimples sink in, “it’s great to finally meet you.”

Sukuna holds his hand out and grabs Kazuya’s with a firm hold, “I’m sure you already know my name, but if you’ve forgotten, it’s Ryomen Sukuna.” His lips curve into a grin, “glad to meet you.”

Their whole interaction just seems backwards to you. Like, it shouldn’t be happening this way. You’re not even with Kazuya, so why do they need to meet right now? You’re all seated again and it’s Kaede who pokes at you.

“You look so sullen, girl. Something happen?”

You snap out of your daze with a shake of your head, “ah, no, sorry. I’m just thinking about what we’ll do later.”

Kaede perks up and taps on Sukuna, “we actually had something planned, if you two wanna come along.”

“I’m interested,” Kazuya pipes in, his voice bright and cheerful.

Sukuna sits up in his seat and gives Kazuya his phone, showing him the place.

“Kaede and I are gonna go to TeamLab Planets, if you and y/n want to join.”

Something about his tone of voice sounds off. It almost sounds a bit… inauthentic?

“Y/n?”

All eyes are on you, and you can feel heat rushing to your face. It’s embarrassing to be the center of attention, so you quickly agree before taking a sip out of your drink.

♡ ♡ ♡

You can’t seem to pay attention to anything today. Sukuna, Kaede and Kazuya are all talking amongst themselves but you’re the only one who seems like you’re not having fun. You do feel sorry towards everyone, but your brain is just acting up.

After purchasing tickets, you guys needed to wait before entering, as admission is by the hour. The employee had explained the queue and offered loans on shorts for no charge, as the experience would require everyone to walk through water barefoot. Fortunately, you and Kaede wore shorts, but both Kazuya and Sukuna had to rent a locker to hold their clothing.

“Wow,” you sighed, eyes bulging at just the passageway.

The room was pitch black, lit with blue lights. In front of you, Kaede and Sukuna were walking shoulder to shoulder. There was a slight pinch in your chest, but it might’ve been because Sukuna hasn’t talked to you much today. You’re not jealous. Not at all.

Not long after, there was a lit up slope ahead with water running down.

“Water already?” Sukuna asks, his big toe barely dipping in. Kaede chuckled at him softly, “most likely to rinse your feet.”

You step in after with a cheeky grin plastered on your face. As you keep going, you feel Kazuya’s hand grab yours, and you turn to look at him.

“I’ll let go if it bothers you,” he shyly says, loosening his hold just a bit.

You can’t help but laugh, “it’s fine.”

The swell in your chest grows when Sukuna slightly looks back at you, a barely noticeable smile on his lips. Thankfully everyone in this group keeps their own distance, going at their own pace. The water is cold, only rising up to your ankles, but it gets you thrilled for what’s to come next.

Once you get to the top, there is a waterfall that reflects light. It looks almost magical, like tiny particles of sparkle. Sukuna and Kaede both have their phones out so they can take videos of their experience while you and Kazuya choose to engrave this in your own memories instead. It just feels like a more genuine experience by doing so. Before entering the next area, they provide towels for drying your feet.

“Here,” Sukuna says, handing Kazuya two small towels.

You whisper a small thanks to Kazuya and begin to dry your own feet, but out of the corner of your eyes, you see Sukuna hold his hand out to Kaede. She grabs it with no hesitation and uses his hand to help her balance as she begins to dry herself. You’re going to try to ignore everything as best as you can. The soft black hole is the next area, and it feels crazy! The place is based on the weight of everyone, so the space becomes morphed.

“It’s a bit hard to walk!”

You laugh as your weight sinks into the surface. The experience so far is a really fun one, and you’re happy that everyone is here to enjoy it with you. The room is filled with laughter of all ages, brightening the mood, and Kazuya almost tips over, but Sukuna catches his wrist and pulls him back up, “careful.”

“Thanks, I appreciate it,” Kazuya beams, holding his hand out to you.

You hold his hand again and walk with him. If you’re really paying attention, there are some people crawling around on all fours, that’s how morphed it is in here! Even if it’s dark, seeing everyone else struggle is such a fun sight to see, and as funny as it is, you feel another sting in your chest. Why? Because it reminds you of Sukuna. He loves to watch people in their daily lives, so you definitely know he’s enjoying this. If he and Kaede already planned to come here together, do they do this often without you? Do they get to experience such fun things when you’re away?

You’re almost to the end and you have to admit, you’re a bit out of breath. It’s hard to get back up from the morphed gravity, but you all made it! It’s a good workout, that’s for sure.

“What is this?”

Kazuya speaks to himself as he sees a red light. It’s the transition alley that leads to the infinite crystal universe. The sound that plays in the room is almost overbearing. Though the room flashes with dots of lights that move in all directions, the sound sounds a bit scary, in a sense. If you will, it almost sounds like a bunch of people screaming at a high pitch, but that could just be your way of thinking. Kind of dark… As you go further, the room turns into something that looks like an infinite void. The floor, and possibly the walls are mirrors, while dots of light sparkle from all around. The sound has changed as well; it’s now an instrumental of some kind. It almost sounds magical(?) with a soft piano sound. Walking through is very breathtaking, because the room’s color changes along with the lights around you as you keep going. The place is almost like a maze.

“Do you want a picture?”

Kazuya’s phone is already out and he’s in the middle of turning his phone towards you. He’s smiling so innocently that you can’t help but agree, “sure.”

You pose, doing a few cute ones as well while he snaps a few and even records some short videos. When you’ve had enough, you reach for his phone, “you should take some too.”

“Thank you,” he giggles.

He’s pretty stiff, so you slack your jaw and furrow your brows, “Kazuya, loosen up a bit.”

You step over to him to fix his pose and then proceed to take his photos. After overlooking, you hand him his phone back with a satisfied smile, “shall we find Sukuna and Kaede?”

“Yeah, I think I saw them over there.”

He grabs your hand again and you both venture off in the direction he pointed. Lo and behold, they’re there. They’re busy taking a selfie together though. Kazuya is still distracted by all the lights twinkling around him, so you decide to keep quiet. Once you see that they’re done, Sukuna reaches out and holds Kaede’s hand. You’re stunned, to say the least. Not because he’s holding her hand but because she doesn’t look fazed! You’re unintentionally squeezing Kazuya’s hand, but you’re too busy staring to notice that he’s now looking down at you.

Even in the dark, he can see the look in your eyes. Kazuya’s eyes leave yours and he looks at where you’re staring. His smile falters a bit, but he quickly recovers, choosing to act like he never noticed. He acts surprised, jumping up to distract you and points at them, “oh, there they are!”

After a bit of exploring a while longer and taking group pictures, you guys decide to exit. Just like in the beginning, you guys are led to another area where there’s water. The room is dark and all over the water’s surface, there’s a projection of different colored koi fish swimming around. The more you linger, the rainbow koi fish start to swim faster and turn into streams of light from all around. You haven’t even realized when you released Kazuya’s hand but he’s just a bit away from you recording the art, despite his previous saying of not wanting to. You’re really too busy smiling to yourself at the sight to realize that someone is recording you.

“You’re pretty like that.”

Sukuna’s voice appears from in front of you and you glance up with bright eyes, but your smile disappears, “hmm?”

He chuckles, “I said,” both of his pointer fingers come up to your face and he places them at the corners of your mouth, dragging them up into a smile, “you’re pretty like that.”

You’re quick to smack his hands away, “quit saying cringy shit like that.”

You regret it as soon as it comes out, but it’s too late. Sukuna puffs both cheeks out at you but manages to smile again, “you’re snobby.”

“I’m not!”

Your voice raises an octave higher as you argue back and Kazuya pinches your cheek, “you are, a little.”

Your jaw drops to the floor and you begin to sulk, crossing your arms while Sukuna and Kazuya laugh with each other like they’re the best of friends. What fakes. With desperation, you grab Kaede and raise your chin up high, “Kaede, you’re my best friend, back me up. Am I snobby?”

Kaede’s eyes curve at you and she smiles in an apologetic way, “just a little. Especially when you stick your nose up high like that.”

There’s a heavy roll to your eyes, “dude, you’re supposed to back me up…”

Kaede is about to speak, but Sukuna beats her, pouting at you in a mocking way, “but you’re so cute when you sulk, halfie.”

“Stop calling me that!”

You smack his arm with all the force you’ve got and then go over to smack Kazuya’s as well, only you’re gentler with him. Kazuya grins, “playing favorites?”

“I think she is~” Kaede chimes in a singing tone.

The next area is an expanding three-dimensional existence in transforming space. The spheres that are all around change color as you touch or move through it. This area is the least bit exciting but it is still pretty regardless. The group doesn’t stay there for long and chooses to move to the next area. It’s called “Floating in the Falling Universe of Flowers” and it’s cool. The flowers grow, wither and die around you, just like the people around you in life. It’s a projection that moves all around and the artwork is rendered in real time. The next part is the “Moss Garden of Resonating Microcosms.” If you’re being honest, it looks like a bunch of big, reflective eggs laying upright all over. Apparently, the ovoids can fall and rise when being pushed, but it’s best viewed at night because it glows in different colors.

Kaede openly gasps in the next part of the area. It’s a floating flower garden. She drags Sukuna around with her while you and Kazuya follow behind. He begins snapping photos of you and tells you how cute you look.

“Do you know what flowers they are?” You ask, testing his knowledge.

Kazuya nods eagerly, “of course I do! They’re orchids.”

The excitement in his voice reminds you of your aquarium date, and even though a smile is brought to your face at the memory, it falls back into a frown. That’s the day Sukuna bought your crocs. It’s the day he piggybacked you because your feet hurt. You also said you wanted to bring Sukuna there. Is it too late? He’d still enjoy it, right?

The orchids float up and down, creating open spaces for everyone to walk through. Since the ground is a mirror, the whole place looks trippy. They aren’t actually moving up and down, but some of the flowers are hung upside down, the effect of the place being reflective creates an illusion that they are. After you all take pictures together, you guys gather towards the end. The whole thing took about two hours, but it was worth it! It’s a breathtaking experience, you’d recommend it for anyone that likes aesthetics and art.

♡ ♡ ♡

You’re still not used to it, the four of you hanging out. It’s been about two months, and you haven’t had the chance to hang out with Sukuna alone. Jeez, you barely get invited to hang out with the both of them anymore. It’s given you alone time for Kazuya. Not that you guys don’t get to hang out at all; every since that day, you guys have been doing activities together left and right, it’s just that you can’t seem to get alone time with Sukuna anymore.

Even with Kazuya by your side, you can’t help but have lingering eyes. They’re touchier with each other, flirtier. Their touches linger and they don’t acknowledge you and Kazuya at times. You’ve done a good job at playing it cool but the swelling in your chest grows more and more as time passes. Sukuna isn’t Sukuna to you. Or, he’s not the Sukuna you were close with before. You keep catching yourself glaring at them sometimes or giving them some sort of look. You’re not entirely sure what it is, but it bothers you. They bother you.

Yes, you have no right to speak, or to even feel this way. You’re doing the same thing with Kazuya, going on dates, trying to get to know him better, but you can’t seem to get into it. You try and try to like Kazuya, you really do, but when you see him, you feel sorry. You feel guilty towards him, because he likes you so much. When you see Sukuna, you think about the kiss you two shared. You think about how it made you feel inside. He seems to have forgotten about it just fine, but you’re bothered. Yes, you brought this upon yourself. You wanted everything to turn out this way, so why do you catch yourself glaring at them? Why are you starting to hate them? How can you even think of hating them?

You miss it too. There are times when you unlock your bedroom window and wait for a surprise visit, but nothing ever comes. Not anymore, at least. Sukuna no longer comes to visit during the late hours of night, he’s probably with Kaede now. He doesn’t always text you ‘goodnight’ anymore either, only when you initiate it, which has become rare. And it’s nothing to get upset about, but you do, even if it’s just a little bit. Is it wrong to say that life without Sukuna has become dull?

♡ ♡ ♡

You guys are in the middle of eating in an upscale restaurant today, Sukuna’s treat, of course. Kazuya seems to have gotten close to Sukuna, speaking as he jokingly calls him ‘papa’ (a more appropriate term for ‘daddy/sugar daddy’ lmao) whenever he pays.

They’re seated next to each other, talking about motorcycles or something; you’re not really paying attention since Kaede is showing you something on her phone. It’s a Christian Dior handbag and it is gorgeous. You stick your tongue out at her, “as pretty as it is, I think it’s a waste to spend so much on a bag you’ll only use for a few months.”

“Still~” she cutely whines, shaking her shoulders a bit, “I think I’d put the bag to good use. I’ve been trying to change my sense of fashion.”

Her big, sparkly eyes bore into yours, “you don’t think it’d fit me?”

“I didn’t say that” you defend, deadpanning at her, “it’s really up to you if you want it.”

Just as you finish speaking, you feel someone kick your leg gently under the table. Out of curiosity, you look up to see if Kazuya had accidentally kicked you. When he shows no sign of acknowledgement, your eyes flick towards Sukuna and he’s grinning to himself while looking at his phone. Is he waiting for a response? You look at Kaede through your peripheral vision and see that she too, seems to be expecting something…

Are they playing footsies? You choke on the piece of meat you’re chewing and begin to cough uncontrollably.

“What’s wrong?”

Kazuya stands almost immediately and leaves his spot, rushing to your side to pat your back while Kaede pats the other side with a concerned expression.

You pound your chest with a fist and reach for your drink, “nothing, I just choked.”

“Pig,” Sukuna teases, smirking evilly when you send him a glare.

After settling down, you look at Sukuna and kick as hard as you can in his direction. You stifle your laughter but come to regret it when it’s not Sukuna who yells in pain but Kazuya. In a panic, you duck and look beneath the table. Kazuya had his legs stretched out towards Sukuna’s side, so he ended up taking the hit.

“I’m so sorry!”

Your hand flies up to your mouth as you cover your laugh. Kazuya laughs as well, rubbing just beneath his knee where you kicked. That’s when Sukuna realizes who he actually kicked beforehand. He fakes a laugh and dips his head down, frowning where no one can see.

You see it.

“You’ve got strong legs,” Kazuya says while picking up his utensils again.

You suck on your tooth and apologize again, “does it hurt a lot?”

He shakes his head, leans back in his seat and pounds his chest, “I’m not as fragile as you think, y/n.”

While dinner continues, you start to feel a bitter feeling deep inside of you. Kaede and Sukuna keep giggling with each other and you’re not sure if it’s because they realized the mistake or because they keep flirting under the table. They’ve been like this for a while now but you’re too afraid to ask if they’ve made it official, or if they’ve communicated their mutual feelings.

Luckily your phone starts to ring, startling you as you hurriedly swallow your food, “excuse me,” you get up from your spot and grab your phone, “I’ll be right back.”

You send Kaede a quick smile and leave the restaurant to answer the call. It’s just your dad calling to ask you about your day. It’s not something he’d usually do, so he must miss your presence at home since you’ve been going out so much. After explaining how your day went to him, he begins to go into deep detail about his. While you listen intently, you turn your back towards the door and lean onto the cold brick.

The dark sky is covered in a quilt of stars and the outside of the restaurant is decorated with lights, even the trees and pillars twinkle. You hear the door open behind you but don’t think much about it since people come and go. After about five minutes, your dad chuckles, “alright, I guess I should let you go. Don’t come home too late.”

“I know, I won’t. Yeah, okay bye.”

The call ends and you stare at your phone with a blank stare. Would now be a good time to go home? You can use this call as an excuse to go home because frankly, you don’t want to be here. You look down at your high heels and start to tap the right side against the concrete while contemplating. Stay and torture yourself or go?

After making up your mind, you turn around to head back inside. You’re shocked to see Sukuna squatting down with a lit cigarette a little ways ahead of you. His eyes are on you, so he must’ve been listening the whole time, which blows, because you have to stay.

You’ve wanted some alone time with him for quite some time now, but you can’t seem to talk. Every word seems to have disappeared out of your mind because his gaze alone makes you feel anxious. Sukuna brings the cigarette to his lips and takes a long drag while still eyeing you. Do you keep standing? Do you squat down too? What do you do?

You choose the latter and thin out your lips before giving an awkward laugh, “hey.”

“Hey.”

The white smoke escapes his mouth and slowly dissipates into the air. His voice is raspy from smoking but he doesn’t say anything else. Why is it so weird between you?

You swing your arms back and forth as a form of partial distraction and avoid his eyes, choosing to look around instead, “when did you come out?”

Sukuna gently taps his cigarette and lets the ashes fall to the ground, “I came out a little after you. Felt like smoking a bit.”

“Okay,” you barely let out.

The air is so thick that you’re left chewing your own bottom lip. It’s a bit sad that you two don’t seem close anymore, but it was predictable. You were doomed the moment the kiss happened and it’s no one's fault but your own. In reality, you don’t know where to look. With your eyes flying around, it lands on the collar of his black button up. A few of his top buttons aren’t closed, exposing his skin and that’s when you see that it’s empty. He’s not wearing his necklace.

Your stiff expression softens up into one of confusion. You try not to sound bothered, speaking in a light tone, “you’ve stopped wearing the necklace.”

Sukuna’s brows raise slightly and he looks down at his own chest before nodding slowly, “yeah.”

“Since when?”

You don’t mean to pry, you really don’t.

This time he avoids your eyes and he chooses to put his cigarette out, “a while ago.”

You step a little closer to him and frown, “why?”

“Don’t know,” he spits out, shrugging with the action. You don’t respond, so he stands from his spot and shoves his hands in his pockets, “did you want it back?”

His offer makes your face morph into something of offense, “no, why would I want it? It’s yours.”

A small spark lights up in his chest at the fact that you’ve finally noticed, but he didn’t expect you to realize so late. Instead of voicing out his inner thoughts, he chooses to bring up your sullen expression, “you look upset.”

Sukuna’s frown mirrors yours. To you, it feels like you’ve been arguing and you don’t know how to recover from this. Do you apologize again? You’ve never had this happen before, so you try your best to smile, “I was just asking. We should go back; they’re waiting for us.”

“Right,” Sukuna blinks for a couple of seconds before motioning for you to go ahead. You hold your breath as you walk past him and then reach for the door handle. Sukuna can see your hand shaking and it’s sad that you’re so nervous around him. He’s not sure what to say to you though, so he just leaves it be. Besides, if he said anything to you then the tension would just become thicker.

♡ ♡ ♡

You could feel a pair of eyes on you for the rest of the night but you tried to ignore it as best as you could. Even if Sukuna sounded invested in whatever Kaede was saying, you knew he was barely paying attention. Could she notice it, or was it just you?

After lingering around with each other for a little while more, you finally gained the courage to say that you wanted to go home. It was always usually Sukuna who’d take you home, but it’s been Kazuya, reasonably so. The bus ride together was quieter than usual, but you appreciated that he knew how to respect your space, even without you asking for it.

“You don’t have to walk me all the way home” you say as you get off the bus.

Kazuya follows after you anyway, “I’d rather you get home safe than be mugged or kidnapped by some creep.”

You laugh at his reason and gently punch his arm, “well thanks.”

“It’s nice to finally see you laugh tonight,” Kazuya looks down at you with a lazy tilt, a soft grin on his plump lips.

A subtle breeze blows against your skin and it feels amazing against your sudden hot skin.

“I’ve been laughing all night though?”

“True,” he hums, “but I meant a real laugh.”

Your smile drops and the rest of the walk becomes silent. Your heart pounds at the sight of your house and you just can’t wait to head inside and wash the day off. The both of you stop in front of the gate and he ruffles your hair, “can I say something?”

No. You don’t want to hear it. The fact that you don’t know what he’ll say bothers you, but you don’t have the heart to say no, so you nod.

Kazuya shoves his hands in his jacket pocket and heaves a heavy sigh, his head tilting up towards the sky. His eyes flick back and forth on the stars and you’re not sure if those are tears welling in his eyes or the stars reflecting in them, giving the illusion of tears. What could he possibly be thinking about?

Kazuya chuckles to himself before shaking his head, his eyes finally landing back on you. You’re not exactly sure what kind of expression he has on, whether it’s sadness or happiness.

“You seem timid as of lately,” Kazuya quietly admits.

“Do I?”

“I wasn’t sure if I should say anything, but I’ve noticed it for a while now. Is something wrong?”

“Sorry that I’ve made you worried. I think I’ve just been really tired lately,” you lie right through your teeth, and you know that he doesn’t buy it one bit.

He watches you dig for your keys with patient eyes and when you go in for a hug, he backs away, dodging you. You look up at him with confusion and Kazuya hangs his head down, avoiding you. He’s never done this before.

“Earlier.”

“What about earlier?”

Kazuya shifts back and forth on his feet, wondering if he should really say something to you. It might be nothing at all, so why is he so worried? He swallows hard and finally speaks, “earlier at dinner, before you left to take a call… Sukuna was showing me some things on his phone, right?”

“Uh huh,” you say, raising a brow.

His smile is finally wiped off his face, a newfound frown appearing. There’s unsureness in his eyes as he continues, “he showed it by accident when he exited the app, but his lock screen is a photo of some random place, while his wallpaper is a photo of you and him in bed with some kid. It didn’t bother me at first, but the more I thought about it, the more concerned I became. Why?”

Your expression softens after hearing Kazuya. You try your best to laugh it off, “oh that? I was babysitting and he basically broke in to help. I was so tired that I ended up knocking out. I guess he took those for fun.”

Kazuya still doesn’t seem to buy your answer, but he finally smiles again, nodding, “okay, if you say so.”

He opens his arms and wraps you in his embrace, the smell of lilacs engulfing you. It’s a nice scent, one you’ve also grown accustomed to, but it’s not as welcoming. It’s a bit too sweet of a scent for you. If anything, your nose might prefer citrus scented things. The hug lasts for a couple seconds more before he finally releases you.

“Goodnight, y/n.”

“Goodnight. Get home safely,” you smile in the brightest way possible, making him reflect yours.

Kazuya steps a bit closer to you and presses a soft kiss on your cheek. It’s a friendly one, one you don’t have to think about. You open the heavy gate and walk through, waving to him once more before closing it.

♡ ♡ ♡

“Finally,” you grunt.

You quickly dig around for comfy clothes to wear and pause when you see Sukuna’s folded clothes. You never got the chance to give it back to him, and you’re not sure if he’d even want them back. Thinking about him makes you feel bitter though, so you grab whatever and head to the bathroom to shower.

The hot water feels so nice that you could fall asleep but it wouldn’t be wise to do so. You wash up as fast as you can and get dressed, throwing your dirty clothes in the hamper. You press your hand onto the mirror and wipe off the condensation to watch your own reflection. You look really tired so maybe today was just really draining, since you’re usually fine every other day. When your hair is dry enough to your liking, you head out and wander into the kitchen, looking for something to snack on, despite already brushing your teeth. You stand in the fridge and munch on a few snacks before closing it and dragging your feet.

You’re really just excited to go to bed, so you quickly shut the door behind you and tidy some things up. Out of your peripheral vision, you see someone on your bed and you jump up in fright.

You whisper loudly with a hand over your heart, “what’re you doing here?!”

“The window wasn’t locked,” Sukuna’s answer is short and quick.

All this time you’ve been hoping for him to visit, but now that he’s here, you can’t seem to find the right words. You’re tired anyway, so you kind of don’t want to see him right now. Sukuna leans back on your bed, making himself look comfy, “how are things with Kazuya?”

“They’re fine,” you answer with a monotone voice, a roll of your eyes following.

There’s a fat attitude waiting to come out of you at the sight of him coming here, acting like everything is fine. Oh, and how dare he barge in here and lay in your bed after offering to give your gift back. That’s like, the rudest thing to ever do. Seems like he didn’t like the gift as much as he let on, fucking liar. Just seeing him makes you feel ugly inside and it doesn’t feel great.

You cross your arms and stand at the foot of your bed, “why are you even here? Go home.”

“Can you answer my question first? Is that okay?”

Irritation seems to be apparent in your face and you may not know it, but it’s fucking pissing him off. You’re mad at him? You? Don’t act all high and mighty. Why are you mad at him? He should be the only person reasonably upset, not you. But, even with all these negative thoughts, he puts them aside and speaks in a calm tone, “I just want to ask you one question, so could you please answer?”

You deadpan, “Sukuna–”

“Respectfully, I would like to ask you one more question,” he cuts you off impatiently. When he’s sure that you won’t interrupt him, he goes on, “is that okay with you, y/n?”

God, you hate how he says your name now. It’s different from how he calls Kaede, and it’s different from him calling you ‘halfie’. The way he says it speaks volumes of seriousness and its nerve wracking to hear it from him.

“What’s… on your mind?”

You’re avoiding his eyes. He knew you would. Sukuna gets off the bed, choosing to stand, “am I treating you badly?”

You immediately look at him when you hear this. What is he talking about? Sukuna licks his lips, “is there anything wrong that I’m doing?”

Again, you’re speechless. You really have no idea what to say to him. Why is he here asking all these weird questions? Shouldn’t he be at home or with Kaede? Last you heard, they were gonna go do something else while you and Kazuya go home.

Sukuna’s feet take a step closer to you as he speaks, “no matter what it is, you can tell me. I will change.”

Those words make your heart hurt so much. Why would he change for you? You shake your head at him and try your best to seem unbothered, “I don’t expect much from you, Sukuna. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

There’s still a lot of distance between you two, physically. Emotionally. You choose to turn around and open a drawer. Now would be a good time to return his clothes, so you gather them as you speak, “why are you asking me this?”

“I’m asking because you’ve been distancing yourself from me.”

You almost laugh out loud at his reason. You’re distancing yourself? He’s the one doing that all by himself. How many nights have you waited for him to come? You’ve even lost count of how many outings you haven’t been invited to, since he’d rather hang out with Kaede alone. You understand that he wants to get with her, but excluding you hurts. Yes, you’ve all hung out together as a group of four, but what about when it was just you and him? Or the three of you? Can you not hang out with them anymore because he likes Kaede?

By the time you realize it, Sukuna is right behind you. Not enough for you to feel his warmth, but enough for you to acknowledge his presence. Sukuna clears his throat quietly, “I’m always trying my best for you. Do I not cherish you enough as a person?”

And he’s telling you the truth. Everything he does, he does for you. You say you regret the kiss? Well if you regret it so much, then he’ll say he did too. If you want him to get with Kaede so much, then he’ll get with her. If you want him to be nice to Kazuya, then he’ll do it for you. If you like Kazuya as much as you say you do, then he’ll back off. He’s done all of this for you, and it still isn’t enough. He doesn’t know how much longer he can be patient with you. You like to test his nerves and be a bitch at times, especially when you’re all a group. He sees the way you look at him with hatred. He sees the way your attitude seems to rise and how you become more irritated by the month. Did you hate the kiss that much? You initiated it. Drunk, he knows, but even still.

“I know that I should stop, but still… what should I do for you to look at me?”

You clench the fabric tightly with shaky hands, “I don’t know how to answer you.”

And that fucking pissed him off. Something in him snapped. Sukuna wants to punch someone. He wants to murder someone, but he won’t. He really wants to numb it all; get lost in drugs and alcohol. It’s really stupid, getting this worked up over you, but that’s how much he fucking likes you. He’s known you for nine months and everything seems to be going backwards.

He scoffs, “right, you never do. Just forget I asked.”

Sukuna spins around and heads towards the window but you run after him, grabbing his wrist as tightly as you can. It’s frustrating because you seriously don’t know what to say. You don’t know what you want. Your mind is spinning while your other hand rises, handing him back his folded clothes.

Sukuna looks at the clothes with blank eyes. Another indirect rejection from you. You don’t even want his clothes? He pushes your hand away gently and looks out the window, “throw it away if you don’t want it. I don’t want that shit.”

He shrugs you off and doesn’t give you a chance to speak, quickly jumping out the window. You’re standing there with uncertainty building up. What the heck just happened? What just happened right now with you two? Is this the end? Is this where your life goes back to how it was before? Your heart feels like it’s breaking and even if a part of you knows why you’re heartbroken, you don’t want to believe it. You can’t. What kind of person would you admit it out loud?

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I Love You, Always

Sukuna x Reader

Part 8 Alcohol on Your Tongue ♡ ♡ ♡ Part 9 Jealousy in Your Eyes series m. list

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Warnings: Under the influence kissing, alcohol intake

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Sukuna should’ve been more responsible. He shouldn’t have drank this much knowing he had to watch over you. He’s lost track of time; lost track of how many drinks he’s had and now he’s lost track of you. He hopes that you’re not with another man and instead are with women. He’s strayed into the kitchen area to pour himself another shot, yes, shut up, don’t say anything.

“Pour me one too!”

You jump out from nowhere and surprise him, causing him to drop the glass. Sukuna breathes a sigh of relief at the sight of you, “you startled me for a sec.” He bends down to pick up the glass and then tosses it into the trash before coming back to you. You, however, see the red that forms on his fingertip even in your drunken state.

You grab his hand to observe, “you cut yourself.”

He barely noticed it, “it doesn’t hurt.”

“Still,” you say, bringing his hand closer to your face, “you’re so clumsy.”

You bring his finger up to your lips and he stares with shock, “hey, what are you–” it takes him a minute to process, “what are you doing?!”

You release his hand with a satisfied smirk, “I just licked it a bit so it won’t get infected.”

“That’s… a bit much.”

You see a tinge of pink on his cheeks and lean closer to him, “you blushing?”

The cool and chic Sukuna is back, and he smiles down at you, “you wish.”

“I think you are~”

A small fit of giggles leaves your pretty lips and all Sukuna can do is roll his eyes at you, “I’m not~ leave me alone.”

You begin to wave at him, “okay, bye!”

Right as you spin on the heels of your feet, Sukuna grabs your shoulders and stops you, spinning you back around, “stop, don’t really leave. I didn’t mean it~” The way he drags out the end of his sentence is slurred and cute, so you feign irritation while still smiling, “yeah, okay.”

“You switched shoes.”

“All thanks to Satoru,” you sigh, “he says ‘hi’.”

“Didn’t know he was here. I haven’t seen him all night.”

There’s not a single sober thought in your heads when you both jump and dance to the music in close proximity. Bodies are pressed against each other in the process of people passing by and you’re way too far gone to voice out the ick you have of other people’s sweat getting wiped onto you. You also hate to say it, but Sukuna looks majestic with his messy hair and dopey smile. This moment almost feels surreal to you.

You also don’t realize that there is a couple literally making out on your back. You really thought that it was just another person’s back, but Sukuna reaches his hand out towards you and you take it, placing your hand in his.

“Might wanna turn around,” he suggests, “unless you want to join them.”

You raise your brows at him in confusion and turn around to look, gasping when you do.

“You should’ve told me sooner!”

“I only realized a second ago.”

You squint your eyes accusingly and purse your lips, “sure, whatever. You just wanted a small laugh.”

Sukuna nods his head at you with a smug grin and his hand grips yours. He leads you away from the couple and drags you somewhere else, somewhere less crowded with people. He’s still holding your hand, so you jump, “twirl me.”

And he does. He twirls you, and it’s very sloppy, since the world is spinning in both your points of views. The action causes you to stumble a bit, and you accidentally bump into a woman, slurring a quick apology to her. It’s almost like she never realized, since she only smiled back.

“Maybe I shouldn’t be spinning ya,” Sukuna says, yanking you back towards him.

You lose your footing and lay your cheek against his chest, “careful, my body feels heavy.”

His skin feels hot beneath your cheek, even through the layer of his clothes. He’s always radiated heat naturally but the effect of alcohol really boosts it even more. Sukuna to you, is a literal human heater. If you stayed laid up on his chest for a second more, you’d definitely fall asleep.

“Then I guess that means no more drinks for you.”

After you peel away from Sukuna, he’s once again, dragging you through the house. He sees Junta and marches over. In his hands, there’s a frozen bottle of liquor. The liquid swishes around as his hands make wild movements to emphasize whatever he’s even talking about.

Sukuna lazily taps his shoulder, “yo, let me take a sip from the bottle.”

No questions asked, Junta passes Sukuna the bottle and turns back around to continue his conversion. Sukuna tilts his head back and begins to pour, your thirsty eyes watching the whole thing. The brown liquid just keeps flowing and his throat keeps bobbing. When Sukuna thinks he’s had enough, he closes his mouth, holding the bitter liquor in his mouth as he taps Junta again and gives the bottle back. He looks down at you with full, puffed cheeks and he’s about to swallow the rest of the liquor.

You sulk at him, “I want a shot too.”

And then you smile.

Sukuna doesn’t have time to answer you, and he won’t think much about this action either, because he knows you’re both not in your right minds. So when your hands come up to cup his cheeks, he doesn’t pay it any mind. When you tiptoe and press your lips to his, he doesn’t mind. Sukuna isn’t an idiot, he knows what this action implies, so now he’s purposely holding the liquor and not swallowing.

You’re kissing him, but it’s not what you want. You want him to pass the liquor through your lips, but you’re too afraid to do anything else, and that’s fine. He’ll do it. Sukuna pushes his tongue against your soft lips, a sign for you to open. When you do, his left hand snakes behind your neck and he begins to spit the liquid into your mouth. It’s still a bit cold but you can tell it’s warmed up a tiny bit from being in his mouth and your nose starts to sting from the strong scent. In the process, some has dribbled past your lips, now running down your chin, but you don’t care. You should, but you don’t. That’s weird, right?

When he’s done, he breaks away from you with a stone face. His irises flick all over your face and he’s confused as to why you’re not in an uproar. You do, however, look very cute swallowing the nasty ass liquor. The reason why is because you scrunch your face at the bitterness.

Dazed eyes fall onto him and all he can do is sigh at you.

“I just took your first kiss, you do realize that, right?”

You don’t see a tinge of pink on his cheeks at all. What a bummer, sort of. Oh well! You shrug and continue to beam at him, “it’s alright. Tasted very bitter though.”

Sukuna pats your head gently, a silent sign of affection, “you should care about it more.”

“I literally asked you to take me here to find someone to hook up with so I’d be more experienced. I don’t mind that it was with you.”

“Y/n, you shouldn’t say careless things like that.”

His heart does flutter at your words, but his stomach sinks at the possibility of you going all the way with someone else. He pushes his hair out of his face, “speaking of which,” his voice goes an octave lower, “did you meet someone? You know, when you went off on your own?”

You blink for a few seconds as you try to recall the rest of your night, but all you can remember is drinking and dancing, so you shake your head confidently, “nope! I was too caught up in having fun by myself.”

“That’s a relief then,” Sukuna admits, exhaling slowly. He does feel bad for taking your first kiss though… even though you practically kissed him.

Sukuna pulls his phone out from his pocket and looks at the time. He’s very drunk, but the time seems to have sobered him just a tiny bit. Enough for him to get back some sense of reality. “Shit,” he mutters, “y/n, it’s way past midnight. I gotta get you home.”

You laugh happily, “I can’t go home now, Sukuna! Look at me, I’m drunk.” Your own finger slides across your neck, “my parents will kill me if they see me like this, and–” a hiccup interrupts you, “I didn’t leave my window open tonight.”

Sukuna blinks away with his heavy eyelids, “damn, so I can’t sneak you into bed…”

“Take me home tonight, Sukuna. I’m really drunk.”

Now that is a dangerous invitation. That is something you should never do, but! Sukuna throws away all dirty thoughts and grabs your hand. The two of you begin to walk towards the door while he calls up his chauffeur, and after he’s done with that, he calls Satoru and tells him to bring your shoes.

When you see Satoru, you lazily wave and slur your second greetings to him, which makes him burst out into a fit of laughter, “you’re even more drunk than before, y/n. Would you be more careful?”

None of them can make out whatever you’re saying, so they quickly exchange thanks and then Sukuna drags you outside with him. As crazy as it sounds, it doesn’t take Sukuna’s chauffeur a long time to get here; it’s almost as if he’s always on standby. Sukuna pulls the door open and carefully tries to shove you inside. You’re a lot heavier now that you’re completely depending on him to hold your weight, but it's only a minor struggle. He shoves your legs inside and groans in annoyance when one of your crocs fall off.

“Fucking kidding me,” he mutters, snatching the shoe off the concrete. He grabs your ankle and shoves the shoe onto your foot and then circles around to the other side to get in. You’re really testing his patience today because you’ve made yourself comfortable in the back, stretching out on both sides, leaving no space for him. He takes a deep breath and shuts the door, wobbling around the car again to sit in the passenger side.

“Shall I take the young miss home?”

“No,” Sukuna croaks, “she’s too drunk. Just take her to my place.”

The chauffeur, Fujisaki Yuuma, reaches into the back to hand Sukuna a water bottle and then raises his eyebrows in concern, “are you sure that’s a wise choice?”

“Yuuma, it was her request. I’m not gonna do anything to her, she’s drunk.”

Yuuma begins to pull away from the lively house, “you’re both intoxicated, young sir. I’m just trying to look out for the both of you.”

Sukuna’s half lidded eyes stare at Yuuma’s side profile, “you’ve got nothing to worry about, Yuuma. Just do your job and go back home to your wife.”

Yuuma sighs in a defeated way but nods, “as you wish, young sir.”

♡ ♡ ♡

“Would you like some help getting her inside?”

“Please.”

Sukuna opens the door and tries to step out but ends up falling out instead. They’re parked in front of the heavy iron gate, so while Sukuna struggles to stand on his own, Yuuma presses in the code for the gates to open. As soon as the doors automatically swing back, he turns around and sees no sign of Sukuna.

“Ryomen-san?”

He steps around and finds him on all fours. The man must’ve gotten more drunk during the ride home. The thirty-nine-year-old sighs at the man, as he can’t help but feel such things as care for him. He presses a kind smile on his lips and helps Sukuna stand, “is that better, Ryomen-san?”

“Quit callin’ me that, Yuuma.” Sukuna gives him a small pat on the back as a ‘thank you’ and then heads towards the back door, “just call me Sukuna. You know I prefer that.”

With anxious eyes, Yuuma watches Sukuna drag you out of the car. He wraps one of your arms around his neck and supports the rest of you by your waist. Sukuna quickly points inside the car, “would you mind grabbing her heels for me? She’s kind of heavy right now, playing dead fish and shit.”

Yuuma laughs at his commentary but obeys, following Sukuna in. He sets your heels down by Sukuna’s bedroom door and bows at him, “is that all you need for tonight, Sukuna?”

The pink-haired man lays beside you and sinks into the mattress with a sigh of content, “yes, thank you for always coming.”

“I’m just doing my job, that is all.”

“Still,” he grins, “I appreciate you, Fujisaki Yuuma.”

Although he cannot see, Yuuma bows once more and shuts the door behind him. Sukuna turns on the bed to face you and grins even wider when he sees that you’re awake.

“You’re up,” he says flatly, “you should’ve walked up here, lazy ass.”

“But it’s so much better when someone else carries you,” you sulk, giggling after.

You look cute to Sukuna. There’s a slight hue to your face, it’s barely noticeable, but he can still see it. When his hand comes up to touch your cheek, the skin is hot beneath the pad of his fingers. You’re blinking slowly at him too, the effect of liquor making you do things slower. The tone of your voice is lower too, and it’s a bit alluring, even with the drunk slurs.

You pull at your dress straps, “I’m uncomfortable. Got anything I can change into?”

His eyes follow your fingers and he flips onto his back again, “I do, but don’t you wanna shower first?”

“Pft, I don’t know if I can.”

You pull yourself up anyway and look around, observing his room for the first time, even though everything is spinning. Sukuna stands from his bed and walks towards a door; one you assume would be a bathroom. You can hear the shower turn on and you think he’s gone to shower first, but he comes out after a few minutes.

“Try to shower before sleeping, halfie.”

Sukuna grabs your hand and drags you to the bathroom, “if you can’t stand, then sit. And if you need help, just call me. I’ll look away.”

Showering was a bit tricky, but you managed to do so on your own. There was a moment when you almost gave up and called for his help, but you didn’t.

You were glad that Sukuna gave you a black shirt (your nipples would be less noticeable) and plaid pajama pants. The outfit was very comfy. The only bummer was that you weren’t wearing underwear. They were ruined when Sukuna decided to be a jerk on the couch, so you washed them in the shower as well and hung them up to dry.

Sukuna thought you looked cute in his outfit. The pants were too long for you, but he still thought it looked nice on you.

“Try to get some shut eye.”

He’s on his way to the bathroom as well, but you shrug at him, “I’m not tired though. I am still drunk though.”

“Yeah, we’ll see when I’m done showering. I bet you’re gonna be knocked out,” he challenges, shutting the door behind him. The first thing he sees are your clothes in the hamper and your undies. Before getting in, he grabs your clothes and walks back out, passing you as you stare at the ceiling. Part of him expected you to question where he was going, but you’re drunk anyways. You wouldn’t remember regardless. He throws your things in the washing machine and starts the cycle. If he ruined your dress then he’d just buy you a new one, no biggie.

When he’s done showering, he towel-dries his hair and then walks out, feeling refreshed. A small part of him has sobered down but not by a lot. “You’re ruining my sheets,” he teases, gaining your attention. Like an eager pup, your eyes light up and you sit up in his bed, “I thought I’d die waiting!”

He plops down beside you and grabs your damp hair, “want me to dry your hair? You’ve made a damp spot on the sheets.”

His speech is slurred and lazy, but you can understand him to an extent. He most likely feels the same way towards you.

“If you wanna,” you chirp, turning your back to him.

This is so out of character for him to do. He doesn’t usually act this way. He’s gonna go ahead and blame the alcohol. Yeah, he shouldn't have drunk tonight. Sukuna begins to towel dry your hair, smiling when he feels you melt into the action. It must feel nice to you. His fingers gently rub into your scalp with the towel, and he makes sure to pat and not rub, since your hair is precious and must not be damaged. When your hair is dry enough, he brushes his fingers through your natural hair to help detangle and then tosses the towel somewhere, yelling “all done”.

Everything smells like Sukuna. The citrus scent is strong but not overpowering, and there’s that hint of tobacco as well. Not caring that you’ve left a damp spot on Sukuna’s side, you crawl onto the other side, an evil smirk plastered on your face.

The lights are still on so you can see each other perfectly. Sukuna is always admitting that Kaede is pretty. Something about it makes you feel insecure, but you’re not sure how to voice it to either one of them without them getting the wrong idea or putting words in your mouth.

Since you’re already feeling loopy, you smile prettily at him, “am I pretty?”

“No, you’re not.”

The audacity of this man. Sukuna titters to himself when he sees your angry little eyebrows. You readjust, propping yourself up on one arm, “I’m pretty!”

Sukuna copies you, his tone staying the same, “no, you’re not pretty.”

Your mouth literally drops at his denial, “hmph!”

Since you’re determined, you scoot closer to him and shove your bare face at him, “look at me again.” Your bat your eyelashes at him dramatically, “am I really not pretty?”

“You are beautiful.”

Sukuna holds earnesty in each of his features as he looks into your eyes. No matter how drunk you two are, he’s now being so transparently honest. Those simple words are cringy, yet they make you blush. Not the kind of blush that makes your face turn pink, but the blush as in you feel your stomach flipping. You clear your throat and back away, “what was the point in that? Pretty and beautiful mean the same thing.”

Sukuna’s cheek falls deeper into his knuckles, “it really doesn’t.”

You muse, “care to explain it to me then?”

His eyebrows raise as he contemplates. There are a lot of words that come to mind but he’s not sure if he can process a single one. Sukuna decides to focus on how his lights cast down on you. He knows you’re no saint, but you sure do look like a being from above. What the hell are you doing, hanging out with someone like him? When he notices your patient eyes, he blows a few raspberries, “in my terms, Kaede is pretty.”

He reaches for the chain around his neck, “you, are beautiful.”

His explanation makes no sense… Your nose scrunches as you openly voice your confusion, “I don’t understand.”

The way you say it so quietly has Sukuna’s heart beating harder. He shrugs his shoulder in a carefree way, “you’re drunk as fuck, that’s why.”

When you think about it, it still doesn’t make sense. You choose to look at his necklace instead, “nah, I seriously can’t process it in my head.”

He really considers if he should elaborate or not. It’s useless either way, but he wants to make sure you’re reassured, so he sighs out loud, making sure you understand that he’s running out of patience. “What I define as pretty is what’s on the outside; just an attractive shell,” he speaks slowly for you, articulating every word. He laughs in between at your expressions, “beautiful is to be pleasing in all senses, inside and out. To be beautiful is someone who keeps me curious.”

God, you’re so fucking annoying. Bitch. One hand brushes his hair back, “to cut it simple for your peabrain, your allure keeps me drunk on you.”

You gasp in an exaggerated way and lay back down, “are you saying you’re attracted to me?”

When Sukuna lays down, he stretches his arm out and traces your facial features in the air. He really likes how you look right now. It reminds him of when he wakes up in your bed and sees your raw face, “you’re prettier than usual, y/n.”

You laugh at his cringiness, “I don’t know if I should be flattered or offended.”

“It’s a compliment,” he states.

“Lately my heart beats a little harder for you,” this time he whispers this, afraid you’d hear him. You still heard him. You heard him loud and clear, and maybe it’s the liquor that’s making you both ballsy, but you cuddle into his pillow, “you confessing to me or something?”

You’re not even sure if you’ll remember anything tomorrow morning, but this seems like something you need to engrave into your brain.

Sukuna’s hand falls onto the bed’s surface, “I don’t know, y/n. Just telling you what’s up.”

You can’t believe your heart is beating so fast at this man. You’re scared you’re gonna get a heart attack from how fast it’s going, but you’re fine. After swallowing what feels like a lump, your playful expression relaxes into a serious one, “don’t fall in love with me, Sukuna.”

“Can’t I?”

This is bad. Really bad. There’s so much tension in the air and you’re not sure if it’s sexual tension or what. Even though you said all of this, Kazuya is long tossed out of your mind and all you can focus on now is Sukuna’s lips. You remember how they felt against your ear and how he made you feel when you sat on his lap. You especially remember the way they felt on your very own lips. You’ve always thought losing your first kiss would be somewhat of a big deal, but it’s not. Is it because of Sukuna? Because it was with someone you could trust? You’re not sure if you find him attractive and it’s blinding you from all morals, but right now, you really want to kiss Sukuna.

“I don’t know if it’ll be good for us. I feel some way about you, but I like the way we are,” you admit in a small voice.

You’re severely confused, and you’re questioning everything in life.

He nods understandably, “so you wanna stay as friends.”

“I’d like to.”

Fuck. You feel so fucking guilty right now. You’re almost sure that Sukuna is acting like this only because he’s drunk. You know that he likes Kaede, but when you think of that, why do you feel jealous again? Sukuna stretches a bit and yawns, “okay. Forget the nonsense I just said.”

The air is still thick… What in the world are you doing? You’re going to regret this so much, you know it, but, seeing and hearing him give up so easily has your heart dropping to your stomach. It’s like your body is no longer in your control and is acting on impulse.

You lean over and place a soft kiss on Sukuna’s cheek, taking him by surprise. When you pull away, his hand comes up to graze the area and he has a stupid blush on his face. He’d like to play it off as red flush from alcohol intake, but it’s a bit too late to claim that.

Don’t you dare fucking do that to him. You’re looking at him with uncertainty. With a look that’s waiting for assurance. There’s lust in your eyes too, and if you keep staring at him like that, it’d be hard for him to hold back, even if all the alarms are going off in his head. When he’s radio silent, you lean back down and place a kiss on his lips and then you move back again to see his reaction. Just like before, his lips are soft, warm and plump, and it’s not what you expected at all.

When and where did the lines between you become blurred? Because surely, it’s been blurred way before tonight, right?

There aren’t words being exchanged between you two. He doesn’t know what to say anyway. Instead, he pulls himself up again and kisses you carefully. A soft peck that lingers for a few seconds. It’s different from the first time, that’s for sure. When he pulls away, his eyes are still closed, and he leans back in again, doing the same thing. He can feel you kiss back as well, so he decides to test the waters.

One hand comes to hold your cheek, and what started off as long pecks slowly turned into sensual kisses. Soft, slow and warm. No tongue yet, but he enjoyed the way your lips collided with his. You were sloppy at first but quickly learned how to copy his movements.

Sukuna carefully pushes you back down onto the bed, his hands caging you while half his body hovered above you.

“Can I keep going?” he asks, out of breath.

He stares into your eyes for consent, and you nod eagerly, wrapping your arms around his neck again as he continues where he left off. He slips his tongue into your mouth, and just like before, you learn quickly. By now, he’s rock hard and it’s straining in his pants. It’s a bit painful but he’ll hold out.

You can taste the alcohol on his tongue and it just tastes so good on him. The wet sounds of your kisses fill your ears and you can feel yourself throbbing, begging to be touched, but you’re not entirely sure if it’s okay to go that far with him. Clearly, you’re not thinking straight, and neither is he.

Sukuna’s tongue delves deeper into your mouth, and you copy this movement, giving him your best. The friction of your hardened nipples rubbing against his chest has your mind going crazy and you can feel him poking at your thigh as well. You almost feel bad for him because he must be going through the same thing.

Before anything escalates, you surprise him, jokingly biting his lips. It’s not hard enough to actually hurt, but enough to excite him.

Sukuna pulls back and chuckles, his tongue coming out to lick the area you nipped, “you bit me.”

“I thought I should surprise you once, since you keep surprising me,” you playfully reason.

Even though you’re both sexually aroused, he knows nothing else should happen. Sukuna gently pats the top of your head again and pulls back, laying on his side again.

You’re still trying to catch your breath, steady your breathing as you sigh, “I’m sorry about that. Are you okay?”

You understand how this could lead him on, even if he’s not into you, and it makes you feel like shit. Sukuna, however, sends you a quick smile, “don’t worry about it, y/n.”

“But are you okay?”

“I always am.”

Sukuna gets out of bed to turn off the lights and returns to bed. When he doesn’t immediately find you, it makes your heart wrench. This whole ordeal could cause a huge drift between you two when you’re both sober tomorrow morning.

While you’re busy overthinking, Sukuna finally tucks himself under the blanket and turns your way. It makes you feel better when he opens his arms and pulls you in for a cuddle. He makes it quite easy to lose your train of thought when he does stuff like this. But since you feel good, you snuggle closer, “I like you too though, if that makes you feel any better. I like waking up with you next to me,” you giggle out loud with him, “even when you’re not supposed to be there.”

Sukuna drags out an amused hum, “so you do like me sneaking into your room.”

“It’s fun,” you beam, smiling into his chest.

Sukuna blinks at the darkness, a frown on his lips as he speaks in a light tone to ease your thoughts, “we’re just two silly kids going with the flow huh?”

“Yeah, haha.”

♡ ♡ ♡

Sukuna lays there with a heavy heart. His eyelids feel heavy, but he doesn’t want this moment to end. He doesn’t want to fall asleep and lose time with you. He wants to stay up longer and keep talking but you’ve fallen asleep hours ago. His chin nuzzles the top of your head, and he pulls you closer to him while his eyes search the dark room. There’s nothing to look at. Man, he really wants to smoke right now but he won’t.

His body stiffens when you stir in your sleep, your hand coming to pat his back in a soothing manner. Did he accidentally wake you?

“Having trouble with sleep?”

Your voice is groggy and your throat sounds dry. Should he offer to get you some water? He hums a bit, “sort of.”

“Then,” you look up at him and yawn, “I’ll pat your back like this until you fall asleep again.”

It makes him chuckle at you. Are you still drunk? He also brings his hand towards your back and begins to pat you in the same way.

“Something tells me you’ll knock out first, halfie.”

There’s a tired laugh that you let out at him, “no, I’ll make sure you’re snoring before I doze off again.”

There’s not another word said between you two and its only silence. Sukuna’s eyes are finally closed and he’s patting your back at a set rhythm. And, despite your argument, he can feel your pats slowing down. He smiles softly to himself when your movements stop completely, your hand falling limp over his waist. You’ve fallen asleep, silly girl.

Sukuna continues to pat your back, choosing to sigh at himself. When he’s sure you’re deep asleep, he presses a chaste kiss on the crown of your head.

“If only you could read my heart,” he whispers, “you would see the place I have given you there, y/n.”

Sukuna doesn’t like this. He doesn’t want to get used to this. He doesn’t want to get used to you, but it’s already too late for that. He absolutely hates the fact that just seeing your face can either make or break his day. Why did you have to come and involve yourself in his stupid life? He kisses your head once more and finally lets his eyes shut for the night.

♡ ♡ ♡

The reason why you wake up is because your throat is dry. It feels like you swallowed a bunch of sand and it’s not the most pleasant feeling. Your eyes slowly look around and you realize you’re not home.

Your back is pressed against someone, a light gasp leaving you as you take in the familiar scent. You’re in Sukuna’s home, and flashes of last night replay in your mind. You get bits and pieces of what happened and then you remember the kiss.

Heat rises in your cheeks as you break away from him, choosing to sit up instead. You remember the kiss feeling so good, but it’s wrong to enjoy it. God, you were so stupid! This whole thing was stupid and now you feel like you’ve dug your own grave. When Kazuya’s face pops up into your mind, you want to cry. You’re feeling really sorry towards him, and it doesn’t help that you’ve been so curt with him either.

You look back down at Sukuna and he’s still asleep. His hair is soft and tousled, splaying all over the pillow. His breathing is light and airy, and he looks like he always does whenever he sleeps over. It has your heart tugging, but then you remember the words you exchanged last night. You guys crossed a line that should’ve never been touched and now you feel sorry towards another person. That person being Kaede. You have a feeling she likes Sukuna, and you thought Sukuna felt the same until yesterday. The way you see it, he basically confessed.

“Can’t I?”

Those words play over and over again in your head. When Sukuna groans, you look at him again. One of his eyes open, but he doesn’t bother to smile.

“Mornin’”

“Good morning. Thanks for taking care of me.”

Sukuna nods lazily, “seems like you had a lot of fun yesterday. Didn’t take you for a party girl.”

You shrug, “didn’t know I was til last night.”

He closes his eyes again and shifts in the bed for a better position. That’s right. Your head moves back and forth as you guess where your phone is at. When you find it near the edge of the bed, you grab it. There are a ton of texts from both parents and just like last time, there’s a message you don’t remember sending. Sukuna apologized and told them that you’d be spending the night at Kaede’s. You exit the log and see that Sukuna sent a message to Kazuya as well.

Kazuya: Hey, I know you’ve been busy lately, but I hope to see you again soon. Maybe I can pay for lunch? Don’t feel pressured if you don’t want to. -10:45pm

Kazuya: Goodnight, y/n. -10:46pm

Y/n: Give me time to think about it. -2:54am

Y/n: Night. -2:54am

You’re not exactly upset at his response, but it doesn’t seem like it can pass as you. Oh god, you most likely seem like the shadiest person alive to him. Actually, you feel like it!

You’re looking around the room for your clothes but can’t seem to find them anywhere. Sukuna listens to the way your breathing becomes a bit panicked, so he pushes himself off the bed and turns to you, “I washed and dried them. They’re still in the dryer, I’ll get it for you.”

All you can do is give him a nod. You feel like you can’t even look him in the eyes. Your lips sting when you think about the kiss and your heart throbs when you don’t know what to say to Sukuna. How do you confront him?

He’s back quicker than you anticipated, handing you your folded clothes. “Thanks,” you mutter, breaking eye contact. Can he sense how awkward it is? Wait, that’s a stupid question. Of course he can sense it. Anyone could.

“Just keep the clothes you have on.”

You keep your head down, “what am I supposed to tell my parents? They’ll ask who these belong to.”

Your avoidance has Sukuna feeling dejected. His teeny tiny heart is falling to the pit of his stomach and it’s suddenly really hard to breathe, but he’s putting up a good act. You admit to liking him last night as well, do you not remember? You’re crushing his heart over and over again. Just how much do you expect for him to keep picking up the pieces? He doesn’t expect much from you, but it still hurts. Do you really like Kazuha that much?

He huffs, “do I have to do everything for you? Tell them a white lie.”

Why does his tone make you nervous? You begin to fiddle with your clothes, “I never asked you to message anyone back. You did that on your own.”

Sukuna scoffs at you, his arms crossing over his chest, “sorry if I was trying to save you from any more trouble. Next time I’ll let you handle it on your own.”

This is your fault. The room is filled with tension because of you. You should have been more careful yesterday and the kiss shouldn’t have happened.

“I’m sorry.”

Your voice is small. You hate apologizing. It doesn’t feel good at all and you’re very embarrassed of yourself. Sukuna must’ve thought you were a fool, getting drunk and looking for a quick hookup. Well, your mission somewhat failed. No one at the party made your heart flutter other than Sukuna, but you’re going to go ahead and base it on the alcohol.

Sukuna’s soft pout drags into a frown at your apology. His instincts are telling him he won’t like what’s to come next, and he can feel his heart beat a bit faster.

“The hell are you saying sorry for?”

You let a whole minute pass without saying anything to him. It’s when he sits by your feet that you finally glance up. Sukuna can only be so patient with you, so you lick your lips and sit a bit straighter.

“I’m sorry about the kiss, Sukuna. It shouldn’t have happened.”

You blink slowly at him, “it was a mistake and I don’t want Kazuya or Kaede getting wind of what happened.”

You don’t miss the way his jaw clenches. Maybe it wasn’t the alcohol talking for him. Maybe he meant what he said last night. Now you feel even worse.

Sukuna tries to exhale slowly to calm his racing heart. He hopes you don’t notice.

“Did you regret it?”

“We weren’t in our right minds, Sukuna. I don’t know if it’s okay to say no.”

You hate that your voice cracks towards the end. You hate that you sound so unsure of yourself, but you don’t want to be that friend. The one who gets between two friends with mutual feelings, so you’ll lie.

Sukuna knows. He knew he was damned from the start. You’re too good for him, and you don’t see him as a man. A part of him is saddened by this fact, but he knew it was too good to be true and now he’s glad he stopped before anything else could proceed because you seem surer of your feelings for Kazuya now. He’s sure you like him, you just needed to kiss someone else to confirm it. All the gears in his head turn when he realizes why you wanted to party so much. You had a little plan in your head, didn’t you? It wasn’t because you wanted to be ready for Kazuya, it’s because you wanted to confirm something, right?

He’s about to speak but you beat him to it. You look into his eyes with your pretty ones, “I really like Kazuya, Sukuna. I don’t know what I was thinking, but I’m so sorry. I feel so guilty right now.”

It’s funny how both your hearts crack at the same time. You’re just choosing to believe that it’s because you feel especially sorry towards Sukuna, for kissing him and possibly leading him on. Yeah, your heart cracked because you’re extremely guilty for everything.

Sukuna really wants to smoke. He wants to numb out the world and be left alone for the time being, but you just keep pulling him in. Since you like Kazuha so much, he’ll give up.

Sukuna forces a grin and begins to stretch, “you’re right. The kiss was a stupid mistake we both made. Let’s forget it ever happened.”

Your eyebrows pull down at his statement and your mouth falls agape. It’s so stupid how your expression is betraying your words. You suddenly want to argue back but you can’t because you don’t know what to say. You’re confused. Is that okay? Is this, okay?

Sukuna begins to fix his messy hair, pushing it back and out of his face, “remember our deal?”

You scrunch your face at him, “what?”

He taps the side of his head, “the day I caught you. The day you met Satoru. Our deal, remember it?”

You nod your head carefully because you’re confused as to why he would bring this up now.

Sukuna breathes out a nervous sigh and finally takes his eyes off of you, choosing to look down and focus on the trident between his chest, “I want you to help me get with Kaede. I really like her, and I hate that the kiss happened between us.”

That’s not what he wanted at all. He never wanted Kaede. The reason why he went along with chasing you was because you made a deal with him. A deal you can’t deny. In truth, he wanted to keep you waiting until it was the right time. He wanted to ask you on a date. A date you can’t deny, because it was a prize he won, but since you like Kazuha, he’ll let the idea go.

When you’re too stunned to speak, Sukuna continues, “I won a fair chase, even with you cheating. No take backs, remember?”

“Yeah, I remember,” you mutter as your heart tightens. Why do you feel like crying? There’s no reason to be crying over things like this. You know this isn’t the right time, but you’re seeing all your memories with Sukuna fly by, and it makes you sad.

Sukuna smiles and stands up from the bed, “then help a friend out, y/n.”

It’s weird. You’re looking at the man you’ve grown so close with, but he seems like a stranger all of a sudden. He looks like the same man you met when you first talked. He doesn’t feel like Ryomen Sukuna to you. He’s not looking at you like he usually would. His eyes feel different. The way he looks at you is different. Why do you feel so distant from each other when you shouldn’t? Is it the consequence of blurring lines?

You suck in a breath and stand as well, holding a hand out to him, “deal. I’ll help you get with Kaede, Sukuna.”

He stares at your hand for a couple of seconds before eventually reaching out and shaking it. You’re both faking smiles at each other, stupidly falling into each other’s lies.

“Have some breakfast before you go,” Sukuna says, releasing your hand.

He spins on his heels and begins to walk away from you, not waiting for your response. The moment he’s away from you he’s back to frowning. How did such a good time turn into a bad one? Sukuna is sure that the little color you brought into his heart has blackened yet again, but he’ll still try his best.

With heavy footsteps, you make your way into the dining area where you find Sukuna. He’s seated at an empty table with a large amount of food. A woman is currently refilling his glass before she leaves him to feast. When you choose the seat across from him, she bows towards you and fills your glass with water.

What do you say? Should you talk about breakfast? You pick up the utensils and start to dig in but you don’t have much of an appetite. Do you know that you’re hanging your head?

Sukuna clears his throat to get your attention, “would you stop looking so depressed? It’s just breakfast, eat up.”

“Sorry, I don’t think I can eat right now.”

His sharp gaze lands on you and he smiles the best he can, “you don’t have to finish, just eat as much as you can. What kind of host would I be if I let my guest go home on an empty stomach?”

Can he stop that? He’s treating you like you’re some kind of stranger who stayed the night. You scoff at him but nod, “fine, only because they cooked so much.”

Only sounds of utensils clanking echo throughout the quiet house along with the chatter of housemaids from the kitchen area. Sukuna swallows the food he’s just finished chewing and looks down at the trident between his chest again. The necklace feels so heavy on him now.

“Don’t you think it’s time for me to meet Kazuya?”

What? What?? Did Sukuna just say his name correctly? Did he finally say ‘Kazuya’ and not ‘Kazuha’? He did, didn’t he? But what was he asking again? You look up with wide eyes at him.

Sukuna pressed his lips against each other, his eyebrows pulling down, “shouldn’t you introduce me to Kazuya? If you’re going to help me get with Kaede, I might as well get to know the man you’re talking to.”

You don’t want him to.

“Okay, just tell me whenever you’re free. We can all hang out and maybe go on double dates in the future.”

He chuckles to himself, but not because it’s funny. He’s laughing at his own situation and how pitiful he fucking looks. Oh, the things he does for you.

Sukuna looks up and grins freely, “you know I’m always free. I’ll be waiting on you.”

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I Love You, Always

Sukuna x Reader

Part 7 Too Much to Drink ♡ ♡ ♡ Part 8 Alcohol on Your Tongue series m. list

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Warnings: Alcohol consumption, sneaky drinking, slight teasing, drvgs, sexual tension

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Loud music blares through the air, blending in with the scent of musk and sweat. Loud laughter and drunken conversations are lost and muffled through crowds of bodies while Sukuna’s lips curl into a seductive smile as he watches a group of women in the club. They’re practically tipsy, on the verge of being drunk. Their previously styled hair is tossed and tussled while their party outfits are wrinkled and crooked, a sign of constant movement. In his eyes, he sees a fat tip, so he makes sure to keep an eye on them. He’s done this a number of times, so it’s easy to lure them. With just a single glance, he’s caught the big fish, the prettiest woman of the group. Red, blue and green lights flash onto his skin that bears a sheen layer of sweat. His button up shirt is completely undone, and he wears nothing underneath, revealing the muscles of his chest and abs while his gelled back hair is slightly undone. She smiles eagerly and gathers her things, leaning in to tell her friends to go to his area, the bar. One thing about this club he works at is that they hire people with looks. That’s their first priority, since it brings in more money.

Sukuna hands another customer their order and then proceeds to do his job all while maintaining eye contact. The woman and her friends make it over, immediately taking the seats. She bats her false lashes at him, “a paloma for me.”

“Right away, sweetheart.”

He types in her order to start her tab and then prepares her drink, mixing in the tequila, lime juice and grapefruit soda. It’s a simple girly little drink but who is he to judge? He slides the glass over to her and begins making her friends’ drinks.

“What’s your name?”

“Sukuna.”

He purposely licks his lips to gain her attention and it works like always. Her eyes linger on his glistening lips and she can’t help but gulp, “Sukuna,” she repeats, now leaning on the counter, “you’re pretty handsome.”

“Of course I am,” he boasts, shooting her a wink.

He finds it ridiculous that this stupid shit works all the time. And maybe it’s the effect of liquor that makes these people so desperate, but he really can’t talk either since he does this shit for extra cash. He makes sure to serve all his customers with the same small flirting, but he makes sure to give this woman special attention, from lingering gazes and subtle touches. When he’d slide a drink over to someone near her, he’d make sure his hand grazed hers and then he’d smile that cunning smirk of his. She’s obviously reeled in. After ordering a few rounds of shots for her and her friends, she reaches over to grab his hand that rests on top of the counter.

“When’s your break?”

She’s quite bold. Pretty reckless. Her nimble fingers push her curled hair back as he finishes off his other customer. He looks at the time and then his co-worker, “I can take one right now if you want.”

“Great.”

He hands her the tab and she pays. Then, she slides him a pretty little stack; one he takes with ease. Sukuna walks over to the other bartender and tells him that he’s going on break. Just like that, he leaves the bar and walks up to the woman who discards all of her friends. He wraps his arm around her waist and drags her somewhere else, but not before turning back and shooting a wink at her group of friends.

Sukuna has never done it. He’s never gone that far with any of his customers. He takes her to the back alley of the club and leans her against the brick wall while his left hand trails from her thigh up to her hip. She has a pretty little silver dress on. It makes her stand out a lot, almost like a disco ball. He likes the way the sequin feels beneath his fingertips too, but his face remains the same, like a mask as he takes her in. She breathes harder just from the anticipation and her arms come up to wrap around his neck, “kiss me.”

It’s a demand he usually does easily. He had no problem at all before so why would he have one now? Sukuna chuckles deeply and leans down, hovering just above her lips. All he has to do is kiss her. He already got the tip, so just kiss her. When she notices that he’s taking too long to connect, she moves towards him, only to have him pull back. Why can’t he kiss her? Why can’t he do it? The woman chuckles, “oh? Don’t tell me,” Her right hand trails down from his neck to his crotch, “guilty heart?”

She grips him and laughs to herself. Not because he’s not hard but because she can tell he’s just massive based on how he feels soft. She coos at him gently as her eyelashes flutter seductively, “what’s wrong, baby? You in a relationship? Guilty of cheating?”

“Nah,” Sukuna sniggers, “I just realized you ain’t my typa gal.” He digs into his pocket and hands her back the stash of cash, “maybe you can try again with my other buddy behind the counter.” With that, he leans down and plants a teasing kiss on the top of her head before pulling the heavy metal door open and going back inside.

Fucking bitch. It’s because of you, isn’t it? You’re playing with his money, you know that? You’re messing with his snack money. Not that he needs it, but still. Irritation rises in his chest as he moves to the back where all the other staff reside. The boss spots him and shakes his head, “bad day?”

“Something like that.”

“Here, this always calms you.”

Sukuna looks at the small bag he holds out and takes it, “thanks.”

He digs in the bag and takes a pill, dry swallowing the bitter thing. He washes down the aftertaste with a can of beer. What did he ingest? Molly. This is a side you don’t see. This is the version of him that you don’t know of. You already think he’s bad as he is, so would you think he was helpless at this point? Thing is, he’s been doing this for years, even back in high school. He hasn’t consumed molly as often in his adult years, but he still does every now and then. It’s horrible, he knows, but who fucking cares. It makes him feel great inside.

“You haven’t been coming into work lately. Something happen?”

His boss sits down on a leather seat as he eyes him with his dark eyes. Sukuna shakes his head as he patiently waits for the pill to kick in, “just been distracting myself with other things.”

“Why’re you even here, kid? You’re loaded.”

He takes out a cigarette and begins smoking on the floor. His shined shoes are glistening under the dim lights as he taps his foot to the muffled beat from the other side of the door.

Sukuna just shrugs, “dunno.”

“It’s not too late to get your life together, you know? You can still do other things.” He picks up a glass and stirs the drink around with a circular motion, “you’ve still got a long life.”

He barely laughs at his boss, “I’m much too lazy to do anything else.”

All his boss can do is share an empathetic expression. About half an hour has passed and the drug begins doing its work. Sukuna’s vision is blurred; It’s like he’s seeing tunnel vision while his pulse races his heart. The music’s vibrations dance around him as he continues to make drinks for drunk customers all while all his senses become heightened. Sukuna feels fucking euphoric and it’s the most amazing thing ever. He doesn’t even remember coming back home. He can’t remember showering or even getting in bed, but apparently it all happened because he’s staring at his ceiling, and it’s spinning.

♡ ♡ ♡

Sukuna’s eyelids pull open and he realizes that he’s in his bedroom. It’s empty and dull. His first instinct is to text you, but he refrains from doing so. Instead, he gets up and gets ready for the day while his head pangs from last night’s consumption. His throat is so dry that it hurts to swallow so he sits at the table while the housemaid pours him a glass of water.

“You can leave for the day.”

Sukuna decides to scroll through his phone for any news of some sort. He takes the time to quickly reply to both you and Kaede before getting to his other friends who have been trying to get in contact with him. Apparently one of his friends is throwing a party soon and the only reason why that caught his attention is because you keep bothering him about one. Do you seriously want to go? If so, he guesses he can bring you around just for the experience. Maybe after experiencing one, you’ll never want to go back. He titters at the idea, even though he knows he’s damned. Sukuna has no idea why you want to party, but he’ll always give in to you, even if you won’t ever feel the same way.

He walks with a baseball cap on and enters the shop with a stoic expression. His usual cold face breaks as he sees who he’s meeting up with today, “hey, Kaede.”

“Took you long enough,” she huffs, offering a cute pout.

Sukuna sits across from her and picks up the drink that she had ordered for him, “sorry, I missed the bus.”

They spend their day exploring all around Tokyo while Sukuna smokes until his lungs suffocate. He texted you the details about the party but made sure to tell you not to mention anything to Kaede. It’ll be bad enough having to watch over you, so he’d prefer if Kaede didn’t know. Something that does make his chest weigh down is your reason for wanting to party.

Halfie: I just want to hook up with someone. I don’t know how I feel about Kazuya, but in case I do decide to date him, I want to make sure I’m ready in all ways.

Halfie: Sorry if that was tmi. You asked, so I provided an answer.

Kaede leans down and pokes her head into his line of vision, “are you coming?”

“Right,” he mutters, standing from his spot. Kaede said that they could watch movies together at her house, in her room, so that’s where they’re going. Although he does the same thing with Kaede as he does with you, it doesn’t feel the same. With you, his heart is always racing and pounding, and he finds himself thinking about the stupid things. With Kaede, he finds comfort in being able to relax. He’s able to just chill and watch whatever is on the screen. Cookie points go to Kaede, since she’s not as annoying as you. You’re always feeding him better though, so cookie points for you too, maybe.

Kaede goes into the house first and then opens her bedroom window after a few minutes pass by. He crawls in with ease and settles into her bed as soon as possible. Her bed is way bigger than yours, the sheets are silk, and the room smells like lavender. Kaede’s color scheme for her room is violet and cream, and he thinks they complement each other well. He still prefers your room though. It just feels more… homey? Is he being biased? Probably.

Due to Kaede’s easily spiked fear, they decide not to watch horror movies. They spend most of the night watching romcoms, pure comedy and some romance. It’s easy to watch movies with Kaede because they can both talk and focus on the movie at the same time. With you, he can’t fucking focus. You talk so fucking much. All. The. Time. But, as annoying as you are, Sukuna always finds himself answering you every time. Besides, sometimes it’s him that is the talkative one. Kaede is currently bawling her eyes out at the current scene.

“Stop being such a crybaby,” Sukuna laughs.

He reaches over to her and wipes at the fallen tears. Kaede sniffles softly and points at the screen, “but this scene is so sad! She can finally see again but she can’t recognize her lover since he just disappeared and suddenly reappeared.” More tears slip past her eyes as she speaks, “like, she massaged his back in the hospital and her hands recognized him, but his name was different because he never told her his real name–”

“I get it,” Sukuna cuts Kaede off and proceeds to laugh at her. He doesn’t understand the point of crying about a movie. It’s all fake anyway. He cocks his head to take a better peak at her and offers a small grin, “you already know they’ll end up together in the end. Why cry about–”

Kaede sits up in the bed and clamps her hand over Sukuna’s mouth, “shh! Shut up! The other guy just told her he bought the night jasmine!”

Sukuna’s eyes shift from her to the tv. It shows the female lead slowly realizing the situation and now she’s running on the streets as she cries to her heart's content. He’s not fazed in the slightest, but Kaede is. She stretches her hand out to her bedside table and grabs a few tissues to wipe at her nose and tears. A sympathetic laugh comes from her, “she just realized it was him! Noooo~”

She doesn’t want to face Sukuna. She can’t. She’s afraid she’ll look stupid for crying so hard at the movie. Sukuna remains silent as he watches the film and he smacks Kaede’s shoulder at the upcoming scene, “see? She fucking found his ass. They’re together, now stop wailing.”

Kaede slaps his arm back weakly and lets out a new stream of tears, “stop making fun of me…” Her eyes flick to the screen again but she looks away immediately, “oh no! Now she’s touching his face like she did when she was blind. It’s all too sweet. Now kiss! Kiss…”

They don’t. The movie ends with the couple hugging and then the credits begin to play. Sukuna leans back into the bed and chuckles at the mess that Kaede is, “you’re such an ugly crier sometimes.”

“That’s so rude,” she barely argues, a whimper falling from her lips towards the end.

What time is it? Sukuna looks at her digital clock and gasps softly when he realizes the time, “I’m gonna go now.” He lifts the blanket off of him and is already throwing his legs off the bed, “see ya.”

“You’re going home already?” Kaede’s hand grips his wrist with gentle firmness, “it’s not that late.”

He’s thinking about you again. Fuck. He hasn’t seen you all day and has barely texted you at all. He’s not even sure if you’re aware that he’s here. He knows that he didn’t say anything to you but he’s not so sure on Kaede’s end. He takes his phone out, “yeah, but–”

“I still wanted to watch all these other movies with you.” she looks at him with puppy-like eyes, “do you really have to go?”

He’s always stayed later at your house anyways, so this should be no different. And it’s only eleven so, he shoves his feet back into the sheets and fixes himself, “I suppose not.” He points a stern finger at her, “they better be good movies or you would have wasted my time.”

Kaede clicks her tongue at him in offense, “don’t be mean!” She exits from the previous rented movie, “you didn’t like ‘Always’? I thought it was a great movie. A real tearjerker.”

“It was interesting. A little slow but still good.”

♡ ♡ ♡

Kaede yawns first and begins to stretch her body a bit while still laying down. They were so caught up on movie marathons that she had completely lost track of time, so she peeks at her phone, “oh, when did it get so late?”

Her question gains his attention and he too, looks at the time. 3:37am. His eyes widened a bit at the lost track of time, “shit, I gotta go home.”

Sukuna gets out of bed to rearrange his wrinkled clothes before leaving but Kaede flips the lights on and sits up straight in her bed, “just sleep here tonight.”

Though that’s an offer he’d usually never mind with you, he’s never actually stayed over at Kaede’s like this. Sure, he doesn’t care about your boundaries, but Kaede is different. He’s not sure how, so don’t ask him. She just is. He looks back, “I wouldn’t want to intrude or make you uncomfortable.”

Kaede giggles out loud while making a sarcastic face, “you already laid in bed with me to watch movies.” Her hand taps the spot he was in previously, “if I was uncomfortable then none of that would have happened, Sukuna.”

He doesn’t really answer her. He spins around to meet her eyes but stays quiet so she puts on a more serious face. One that lets him know she’s being serious, “the trains and buses have stopped running, and I’d feel bad if you had to walk home in the cold. Besides that, I’d feel worse if you had to wake your chauffeur up at this hour to come get you.”

She does have a point. He usually wouldn’t care about his chauffeur but he’s feeling kind of lazy too and he’s beat from all those movies. He remembers to keep his voice low in case there are any family members awake at this hour for god knows what, “you sure about this?”

“I don’t see why not.”

He thinks about it once more before finally giving in, “alright.” Sukuna crawls back into bed and rubs his eyes, “g’night.”

Sukuna pulls his phone out and begins to text someone. It interests Kaede, so she leans over his shoulder to snoop, “what’re you doing?”

“Texting y/n.” His reply is curt and monotoned.

Kaede’s eyebrows raise with surprise, “she messaged you? At this hour?”

“No,” a small smile creeps up on Sukuna’s face as he thinks about your sleeping face, “but I always tell her goodnight.” And he never once mentioned to Kaede that before sending you a goodnight message, he sent a short, detailed text about how he and Kaede spent the day together and now he was spending the night because it was too late.

“Oh…” Kaede’s voice dies down a bit but she playfully shoves Sukuna, “you always leave me on read. Even worse, delivered.”

This time Sukuna laughs with her, “I send you a message back sometimes. You should be grateful.”

“Yeah yeah, whatever, big boy.”

Kaede sticks her tongue out at him and reaches over towards the lamp, “go to sleep.”

“Night~” Sukuna sings in a mocking tone, which earns him another smack. He rubs his back, “ouch. See? That’s why you don’t get goodnight messages back.”

She giggles while the lights turn off and then lays in bed. It’s silent between them now with only small shuffling as background noise. Sukuna has his back facing Kaede and he’s still awake. He’s tired, yes, but he’s not sure if he should sleep yet or not. About ten minutes pass and that’s when Kaede shifts in bed once more.

“Sorry, but, can I hold you to sleep?”

Sukuna’s voice gets caught in his throat at her sudden request. He knows what he feels for you. He knows that he’ll burn for feeling this way, but he can’t help it. You’re just so annoying, always infiltrating his mind. Is it okay for Kaede to hold him? He doesn’t belong to you. You don’t belong to him. Matter of fact, you’re not even interested in him, despite your odd behavior and slight hints of jealousy. You don’t even see him as a man, and you’re talking to someone else. Oh, and to make things worse, you want to party and mingle. You want a quick hook up so you’re prepared for pretty little Kazuha. Ugh, that pipsqueak. He knows his name isn’t Kazuha, but he doesn’t care to fix it. Just thinking of all these things has Sukuna feeling ugly inside, so he shoves them aside and hums softly, “hmm, go ahead.”

He feels her arms snake over his waist and she shuffles closer to him to feel his body heat against her skin. He notes how she still keeps a safe distance between them, unlike you and him, then he focuses on himself. His heart doesn’t pound erratically for her and it’s not making him feel any special way, but sleeping doesn’t feel as lonely anymore so he finally closes his eyes and falls asleep.

Sukuna wakes around 7am and finds that he and Kaede are still sleeping closely. He has one arm wrapped around her while her head lays on his chest. He’s not too sure when they ended up in this position but it’s comfortable. His eyes close for another second as he considers sleeping for a bit longer, but he knows he has to leave soon, so he carefully removes himself from her arms and gets ready to leave. But first, he checks his messages.

Halfie: Sounds like you had fun.

Your text sounds bland. There’s no emotion to it. Don’t ask him how he knows that, okay? He just feels like it is. If anything, you almost seem bitter. Are you upset? Okay, if he had to be realistic, you probably don’t give a shit in the end. He’s only reading it that way because he wants you to behave that way. He decides to leave you on read and listens closely to the household for any sign of someone being awake. When he hears nothing, he leaves from her bedroom window.

If only he knew that when you woke up this morning to his texts, a part of you swelled and your eye twitched. All the more reason for you to disregard the weird things you feel when he spends the night with you. You were beginning to think that the reason you can’t like Kazuya is because you’re too close to Sukuna; and it appears he’s like that with just anyone, so you can’t understand why he sounded so offended that one time you asked if he ever slept at Kaede’s. You know what? You’re crazy. Just focus on your mission! If you go to the party and hit it off with some man, then that means you just see Kazuya platonically, no matter how hard you try, and that you spend too much time with Sukuna, so it makes you confused.

♡ ♡ ♡

The day has come. You’ve been curt with your responses to Kazuya lately, but it’s so you won’t feel as bad. Of course, you’re not obliged to him in any means, but it still feels wrong. You feel like you’re cheating, even when you’re translucent with your uncertainty about romantic feelings. It’s normal to feel this way in any circumstance, right? Okay, whatever. There is something bothering you deep inside. You’re not sure if you’re in denial and are just choosing to be blind, but you’ve been feeling a bit shallow. You’ve caught yourself giving glares or odd looks towards Sukuna and Kaede, and you’re not sure if it’s because you’re upset at how close they’ve become that you’re now sometimes excluded, or if it’s because you’re still jealous that he smiles so kindly at her. He doesn’t have a stupid nickname for her, still. And he still calls you halfie. It’s a bit irritating to your soul. Okay… maybe it’s because you don’t feel special anymore. Before, it was just you and him. Now it’s you three, and that’s not bad, it’s just harder to keep up with them because you’re also busy with Kazuya. Kaede has met him numerous times, but Sukuna is still yet to meet him officially. It’s because he’s mean and brutally honest. The man can act, for sure if he wanted to, but you just can’t trust that he’d be all smiles and giggles for Kazuya. And now he sleeps over at Kaede’s place too. Sure, it was once, but once can turn into many more, so you no longer feel special. It’s stupid right?

Your thoughts are interrupted when your phone buzzes. It’s Sukuna telling you that he’s almost there, so you send him a short reply and continue to get ready. Your makeup is softly dramatic, your rust velvet cami dress is skintight against your body, long enough to just barely cover your ass and your hair is left as it is. Oh, and even though Sukuna argued for you to not wear heels, you do so anyway, making sure to grab the crocs he bought just in case.

You may have lied to your parents and said that you were going out to dinner with the girls, but they don’t have to know. With that excuse, they easily let you slip out of the house in your attire and you quickly run to the gates to get in the car. He’s dressed nice as well. If you were crazy, you’d openly say that he looked yummy. Good thing you aren’t! He tells his chauffeur the address and the ride begins. There’s an instrumental playing from the chauffeur’s radio station choice. It doesn’t calm your nerves at all. You’re fidgeting in the back while Sukuna watches you.

“Just letting you know, I’ll be watching over you. All night.”

“I know,” you sigh, finally looking him in the eye.

You see the pendant dangling from his neck and smile to yourself, “but I think you should take this as a chance to mingle too. I feel like it’d be good for you.”

Sukuna’s jaw clenches, “I’d rather make sure you were safe. I’m the one bringing you to a party full of strangers.”

Right, anything could go wrong. Maybe it is better for him to babysit you all night. What started off as a nerve wrecking night soon became one you could relax in. The vibe was chill and you enjoyed the company of others, mainly because everyone was friendly and not in a pushy way. There was, however, a certain man looking at you throughout the whole night and no, it was not Sukuna. Another reason why you might feel more at ease is because you’ve been drinking. How? Okay, Sukuna won’t let you smoke because he argues that it would ruin your insides, right? Isn’t alcohol just as bad? It is. But! He was willing to let you drink under his supervision, and you didn’t have too much– or so he thought. When he was too caught up in catching up with his other friends, you’d sneak drinks with the other women you met there. It was fun! The experience was extremely different than you imagined and now a part of you could understand why Sukuna might like this kind of setting or even indulge in liquor. You always ask him to let you try smoking but he’s always batting you away, so maybe after this, he’ll finally teach you how to smoke. You’re just curious, that’s all. But, all those secret shots might’ve been a big mistake because you’re starting to feel a little loopy. In a good way, at least.

What you were originally here for was to test if another man could woo you, but you’re too immersed in partying with these strangers, both men and women, to care at the moment. A good thing is that you stopped taking shots like, twenty minutes ago? The conversations become muffled as you try to focus on your own vision. The girl that is drunkenly talking to you is talking about more shots but you pout at her, “sorry, I promised my friend I wouldn’t drink too much. We’ve already snuck so many shots, I can’t.”

“Exactly!” She boasts, a dopey smile on her lips, “we’ve already snuck so much. What’s one more?”

She’s already shakily pouring another round of shots, so you give in and grab your glass, “cheers to you~” you shout in sync. Your glass clinks against hers and you bring the little cup up to your mouth to drink, but a big hand grabs your wrist and they snatch the drink right from your hand.

“Hey–” your new friend shouts, eyeing the mysterious man. Her tone softens when she recognizes him as the friend you came with, and she mouths a short “shit” at you. You glance up at Sukuna and grin when he downs the shot for you.

“That was mine.”

“Now it’s mine,” Sukuna grins back.

There’s something off about him too… What the fuck? When did he get drunk too? You’re thinking back to when he kept getting swept away from you by his other friends and come to the conclusion that they must’ve peer pressured him into drinking, even when he wasn’t supposed to. And if he isn’t drunk, then he’s at least tipsy, given how laid back and smiley he is. You’ve never really seen drunk Sukuna before and he’s never seen you drunk before, so this should be interesting. Funny at most. You turn to your friend and pat Sukuna’s back, “this is my friend, Sukuna. He looks big and mean, but don’t worry, he’s big and mean.”

“What??” She bursts out laughing at your introduction but shakes his hand anyway, “I think y/n might’ve forgotten my name, so let me introduce myself. I’m Imai Emiyo.”

Sukuna holds the glass out, “great meeting you. Pour us a shot.”

Emiyo grabs a different bottle of liquor and pours herself a shot first and then fills the shot glass that Sukuna has to the brim. Your eyes follow him as he drinks half the shot. When he swallows, his left hand comes to grip your face and he squishes your cheeks, making you look like a fish.

“Your turn.”

Before you could think properly, he poured the rest of the shot into your mouth. The only person laughing along with you two is Emiyo because everyone else is so immersed in themselves or other people. After a few more minutes of talking, Sukuna drags you into the living room area. It’s more crowded than the kitchen but it’s not too bad. You’re currently standing against the wall with Sukuna in front of you.

“You know,” you start, speaking slowly to make sure you make sense, “I never asked if you were single.”

To be clear, you don’t know what you’re trying to say but you do at the same time. Well, you know what you’re trying to get at, but you’re not sure if you can deliver it correctly in this state. Does any of that make sense at all? Even you can’t understand.

Sukuna’s lip curves into a sly smirk and he steps a bit closer, “so, you wanna try asking me now?”

He’s taking on a playful tone with you, so you decide to too. Your head leans back against the wall and you tilt it while keeping eye contact, “are you single??”

Sukuna lets out a maniac chuckle, “do I seem single?”

See, this is where he confuses you. You know jack shit about Sukuna and he’s both hot and cold at times. “I dunno,” you lilt, “you’re all reserved and shit. Who knows, this whole time you could’ve had a girlfriend while I was with you like,” you pause for dramatic emphasis, “almost every day.”

All he does is laugh at your dumbness. He finds it cute, almost.

“Don’t laugh at me. What if you were in a long-distance relationship this whole time?”

Your concern seems valid enough, but it still is funny to Sukuna, so he decides to keep on teasing you. With a wide smile on his face, he goes on, “I might be. If anything, my girlfriend would be just as bad as me.” Sukuna brings his hand towards your stomach and pokes at it, “she might kick your ass, y/n.”

You grab his wrist to stop him from poking you but hold his gaze, “so then protect me.”

His eyebrows genuinely raise at your statement. That’s something he’s never heard from you ever. Sadly for you, his surprise is shoved aside and he’s back to being mischievous, “protect you? From my girlfriend? You’re crazy, y/n.”

You shove his hand away from you and roll your eyes at his unseriousness, “so do you have one or not?”

“Why should I tell you?”

Sukuna looks through the big crowd of people and titters when he sees the man who’s been watching you all night. He can tell that he’s trying to be discreet about it, but it’s not working. It’s you that makes him break focus.

You’re frowning at him, “so I know whether to run or not…”

The sudden seriousness that you wear alarms him and Sukuna is no longer trying to tease you. His smile drops almost instantly, “don’t run.”

“Well that depends on your answer. Are you single or not?”

“Y/n,” he sighs, “I was literally by myself until you came. Isn’t that clear enough for you?”

You roll your eyes, like you always do, and push yourself off the wall, “no, so answer me before I leave.”

Sukuna’s head drops down for a quick second before it raises again, “I don’t have anyone currently.”

You still don’t believe that Sukuna is a virgin, so suspicion rises on your end as you narrow your eyes at him, “any exes?”

“Nah.”

Right then, a few of Sukuna’s friends surround you two and he briefly introduces you to them but you’re a bit too tipsy to even care or try. Their names and faces go by in a chaotic blur. A new face comes to join, and he wraps an arm around Sukuna’s shoulder, “it’s been a while since I’ve last seen you,” he proceeds to poke at Sukuna’s core, “you’ve put on some weight.”

“Have I?”

Sukuna looks down to check himself and the friend laughs loudly, “yeah, but not in a bad way. You look good.”

That’s when Sukuna pats your head and pinches your cheek, “thanks. Y/n here has been feeding me a lot.”

You introduce yourself and you quickly excuse yourself from Sukuna so that he can have fun on his own. Their eyes linger on you until you disappear and then the friend opens his mouth again, “she your little girlfriend?”

Sukuna deadpans, “dude.”

“Just asking!” His hand raises up in a defensive manner, “lover, at least?”

“Friend of mine.”

Why did Sukuna instantly regret saying that? Why didn’t he just claim you for the night? It’s not like his friends would ever hit on you, but now he feels even further away. The friend sucks on his tooth, “yikes,” his hold on Sukuna loosens, “seems like there’s something more going on. From my eyes, I’d say.”

Sukuna grabs Junta’s beer, takes a long swig and then hands it back, “I like her.”

Junta’s eyes widened just a bit, “you do? Sukuna, you do?”

“Yup. It’s one sided though.”

Sukuna hates how dejected he sounds because it’s just not him. The fucking alcohol is making him show all of these stupid emotions and he hates it. Junta gives him a sympathetic stare before trying to cheer him up, “aw, that sucks. Next time, right?”

“Nah,” it’s not even something he hesitates to say.

The blonde shifts on his feet and taps his chin mischievously, “or you could swoop her up and snatch her away from whoever she’s with.”

Sukuna’s eyes are on him and he wears a relaxed smile, “she likes to argue, so no.”

“But you like her.”

“Cause she’s real.”

Junta’s face scrunches up in confusion, “so am I.”

That earns him a light smack from Sukuna.

“You know what I mean.”

“I’m just playing along,” Junta sulks as he rubs his arms.

You go off on your own to find Emiyo but can’t. She’s somewhere mixed in the crowd and that’s just something you’ll have to sulk about later. By now you’ve lost track of time and you’re too tipsy to even care anymore. One thing is for sure and it’s the fact that your feet hurt! You remembered something about how Sukuna said he placed your crocs in his friend’s bedroom since no one should be up there, so you make your way up the fancy steps and stumble past the small crowd of people hanging out up here. If you’re lucky, you can quickly find the bedroom and swap your shoes. Just as you’re about to open a door, someone shouts at you from behind, “hey!”

You jump up at the voice and whip yourself around. You meet those pretty blue eyes again and a smile forms on your lips, “oh, it’s Adonis.”

“Oh, it’s angel face. I didn’t know you were here.”

Satoru flashes you his pearly whites and takes a swig from the red cup in his hands, “what were you doing? My friend said no one is allowed in the rooms up here.”

“I came with Sukuna and he put my crocs in one of these rooms. Since you’re friends with the host, can you help me find my crocs?” You’re already beginning to stumble so Satoru catches you and holds you up by your waist.

He observes you carefully with a sugary smile, “you’re pretty wasted, aren’t you? That punk doesn’t know how to take care of his friends.” He shakes his head at no one and then continues to beam at you, “well, since you’re drunk and your feet hurt, let’s go find your shoes. Better I help you than some strange man. Sit here.”

With Satoru’s help, he sits you down on the wooden floors and unbuckles the straps of your heels for you. He gathers them with one hand and begins to check the rooms, “I’ll be quick.”

Quick is a promise he fulfills. He’s back with those cute pink crocs, “here ya go. Are you okay to go off on your own?”

He holds both hands out for you to grab and you stand with his help and nod, “pretty much. I’m a bit tipsy but I should be fine. He’s right downstairs anyway and if I can’t find him then at least I know there’s another pretty face I recognize here.”

Satoru blows raspberries at you, “yup. Can I ask something?”

“Of course.”

He eyes your crocs and taps it gently with the tip of his fancy dress shoes, “did Sukuna buy you those?”

You chuckle softly and lift one foot to take a look as well, “he did!” You beam, “he bought it for me after I had a date with this guy named Kazuya. See, I wore heels and my feet were hurting so he offered to piggyback me and then he carried me until I got hungry. When we ordered, he saw the blisters on the back of my ankles and ran all the way to the crocs store to get them. Cute, aren’t they?” You step away from Satoru and twirl a bit to showcase the shoes and he rubs his chin with one hand while an amused smile shows.

“They’re super cute. Tell him I said hi.”

♡ ♡ ♡

The night is still young and the music is blaring excitedly. You’ve danced with your fair share of people and snuck a couple more shots even after you told yourself you’d stop. The reason was just because you were having too much fun. You were enjoying it all, was that so bad? Maybe you’re drunk now, but you’re still aware, so it’s okay. You can see Sukuna. He’s sitting on the couch beside some woman and they’re talking. It looks like a serious conversation but then you see a flirtatious smile dance on her lips at something he says. Oh god. Did he lie? Did he have a girlfriend this whole time? You don’t want to get your ass kicked! You weren’t even aware he had one because you never bothered to ask him. Technically, you’d also be a victim in this case. Thankfully all of your fear is swept aside when another man approaches them, and he kisses the woman on the lips. You avert your eyes from them and look around. There he is again, the man who keeps looking at you. He’s handsome, but he seems shy. He’s had all this time to talk to you, yet he hasn’t. Are you that mediocre? Jeez. Instead of thinking about that man, you decide to walk over to Sukuna after the couple leaves his side.

“Come here,” Sukuna demands, looking more intoxicated than before. When you come, he taps his thigh, “sit.”

You raise a brow, “on your lap?”

Sukuna’s eyes glint while a relaxed smirk remains, “did I stutter? Sit.”

You’re not completely sure you want to… You usher with your head, “there’s other seats. I’ll just sit there.”

Before you can even move to sit on the couch, Sukuna’s smirk drops and he pats his thigh once more, “I won’t ask you again, y/n. Sit down.”

“So fucking bossy,” you groan, marching at him. You spin around and plop down on his lap. Oddly enough, it’s quite… comfortable. You mold into him pretty well. It’s a little scary knowing that. Sukuna chooses to sit up now and presses his whole chest against your back. He leans forward towards your ear and begins to speak, “you see that guy over there? Right across from us?”

You tense up and shiver from the chill that runs down your spine. The feeling of Sukuna’s lips on your ears makes you feel something dangerous. It's something that should not be acted on, so you move away from his lips just a bit, “don’t do that, Sukuna. It tickles.”

“Oh?” he muses, leaning towards your ear again, “do you like it when my lips rub against your ears?” His arm wraps around your waist to hold you in place, “because I can sense how tense you are, and I can see the goosebumps on your arms. You’re breathing harder too.”

You choose to ignore his dangerous words, “shut up, before I leave. What are you even going on about?”

“He’s been eyeing you all night and I can see the desire in his eyes for you.”

Sukuna’s hold on you becomes tighter, “stay by my side tonight.”

Feeling ignorant, you laugh, “why should I? We came here to meet people and have fun, didn’t we?”

Sukuna releases you and shrugs, “well you’re my responsibility, and it’ll kill me if you end up hooking up with the wrong guy and I have to come to your rescue, so, just sit still by me.”

You turn back to grin at him, “I’ll be fine on my own, Sukuna. Don’t let me stop you from having your fun. Besides, he’s a looker.” You poke your own cheek, “just look at his dimples.”

Sukuna looks over at the man and sees him smiling at the person he’s talking to. He indeed has deep dimples, but so what? He smiles widely at you, “mines are cuter, I must admit.”

Your body twists a little so that you can get a full look at Sukuna. Your index finger comes up and you poke his dimple, “indeed they are, but they look cunningly sweet, just like you. Maybe I’ll go talk to him.”

Sukuna has moments when he handles you gently and this is one of those moments. His big hand wraps around your wrist but his eyes speak threats, “don’t you fucking dare. Stay by my side. I’m serious. His aura is bad.”

Maybe since you’re drunk, you’re acting more careless. You shrug nonchalantly, “so is yours, but I’m still here, aren’t I? Go have fun already. I’ll find you later tonight–”

“I won’t ask you again, y/n.” Sukuna’s tone is stern like before and you’re not sure why your heart is racing at this.

“I–”

“Look at him, getting hard from seeing this shit,” Sukuna cuts you off. His hand reaches around you and he grabs your chin to direct your line of vision. He leans close to you again, “should we put on a show for him? His pants are tighter just from seeing me manhandle you.”

Your heart is pounding and there’s a throb in your pussy at everything he’s saying and doing, but you still have some sense, so you push his hand away from your face, “Sukuna, stop, before anyone else thinks wrong.”

A loud laugh rumbles from Sukuna and he leans on the couch again, “I’m just teasing you a little, sweetheart. Besides, messing with him was fun.” He lightly slaps your thigh, “but all jokes aside, stay near me tonight and don’t wander off too far where I can’t see you. There are creeps everywhere. Understood?”

“I understand–”

“And don’t even think about getting near that guy. I’ll break his neck if I have to,” Sukuna threatens lightheartedly. It’s almost like he’s done it before, cause how can he say that so casually?

“I won’t, okay? Can I go now?”

You stand with him following after. Sukuna grips your shoulder firmly, “call me if you can’t find me in the crowd. I’ll come find you and throw you over my shoulder.”

“Okay, daddy.” you mock him with the name, not knowing that it would stir a raging boner in his pants. Now he’s the one who looks like a creep. Great. Sukuna groans, “go have fun.”

“You too. I won’t stray off too far.”

“You better not. I’ll be super mad if I can’t see you.”

You sneer, “shut up.”

Sukuna’s arms cross over his chest and he chuckles, “I mean it. I’ll flip the whole place upside down.”

You ponder for a bit while rocking on your feet, “what if I find someone to hook up with?”

You’re fucking seeing things! Was that just a pained expression on Sukuna’s face?! No, you’re drunk as fuck… He puts on a coy expression, “then, just text me before you go so I’ll know. When you’re done with them, let me know as well so I can take you home.”

“Okay, I will,” you chirp cheerfully, hoping it’ll change the sudden change in mood. There’s a shake to his head while he grins lazily, “have fun, halfie.”

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I Love You, Always

Sukuna x Reader

Part 6 Horror House ♡ ♡ ♡ Part 7 Too Much to Drink series m. list

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Note: Sukuna is just so precious in this chapter haha... kind of. We’re getting there! Slowly, but surely. Baby steps~ And if you didn’t notice in the previous chapter, I made Sukuna taller than he is in canon lmao.

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You sigh out softly and laugh to yourself. Can you really deal with two friends getting together? You’ll be left as a third wheeler and that seriously doesn’t sound like it’ll be fun at all. The line seems to be moving a bit faster now that there is an even louder person in your party. He’s talking a lot, so it fills in the empty void when you don’t know what to say or how to join Kaede and Sukuna’s conversation. It doesn’t last too long since Satoru finally shuts up and lets them talk about what they think the jumpscares inside will be like. Well since you’re so curious about his friends and this is the very first you’re meeting, you suppose you could talk to him more. You nudge him gently to catch his attention and he turns almost instantly with the same bright smile. He kind of reminds you of Kazuya, only a hundred times more hyper.

“You’re the Adonis in your family, right?” you ask boldly, a sly smile growing on your lips. What you fail to realize is that Sukuna has suddenly stopped listening to Kaede and is now listening in on your conversation with his friend.

You seem to have caught Satoru off guard as he scratches the back of his neck and hums for a response, “well,” he laughs cheerfully, “that’s quite the compliment.” He takes another step forward with you, “I’m not sure how to respond, which is quite rare, since I always have the upper hand.”

Seeing as you’ve made him speechless, it makes you smile even more, “there’s no need to say anything, Satoru. It’s just a genuine compliment from me.”

“Still, I’m quite flattered,” his hand reaches over his heart, and he closes his eyes dramatically, playfully going along with whatever you’re saying. In truth, he was caught off guard and tongue-tied at your sudden bold statement, but he can read you easily. Do you even realize that you have a crush on Sukuna? If you don’t then he might as well gouge out his eyes and jump into a river. His intuition has never been wrong, ever. Anyway, it was just a simple compliment from you, it’s no different from all the other compliments he’s received from anyone else.

Again, you nudge him, “consider yourself lucky to have eyes like yours. I’d fall too deeply if I stared too long.”

“Oh?” Satoru chuckles connivingly. Perhaps you don’t realize it, but maybe you’re suddenly flirting to make Sukuna jealous? Whatever it is, he’ll go along for his own entertainment, “are you flirting with me or are you giving me an innocent compliment again?”

Shit, what the hell are you doing? This man is attractive too, but you don’t know why you’re even saying all of this. Maybe you’re upset that Sukuna and Kaede are flirting in front of you, so you’re flirting with Satoru to not feel so left out? Yeah, maybe that’s it. Whatever.

“A little bit of both, I’d say.”

Satoru grins and leans down to your level, speaking quietly so that Sukuna can no longer listen, if he wasn’t already, “and what would Sukuna say if he saw you doing this?” Sure, it looks like he’s really immersed in his conversation with Kaede, but Satoru just knows his friend’s ears are perked up.

You begin to whisper as well, “it’s not like he’d care.”

He giggles into your ear, making you squirm from the sensation. You still as soon as you rub your ear a few times and continue to listen. Satoru drags out a hum, “I’d beg to differ.”

Your eyebrows furrow and you turn to face Satoru head on, your faces merely inches away from each other, “what’s that supposed to mean?”

The person from behind gently taps your shoulder, “excuse me? Could you guys step up?”

You had been so distracted with Satoru that you completely forgot to step up in line, causing a huge gap to form. Satoru apologizes shortly and motions for you to go up with him, “let’s just get goin’ before he rages and yells at me for something I didn’t do.”

You walk up with him, “it’s happened?”

“More than he lets on, I guess.”

Your face falls flat, “again, what’s that supposed to mean?”

Satoru just shakes his head at you, “Nothin’. Come on, angel face.”

“Okay, Adonis.” you laugh, finally catching up with Sukuna and Kaede.

When you’re caught up, Kaede turns around and crosses her arms at you, “about time. You guys were so busy flirting back there that we were just gonna ditch you.”

“Why,” you grin, “scared?”

Kaede holds your hand again and shrugs, “no, but we thought the people in the line would get mad at you guys and try to kick you guys out.”

Just then, a scare actor runs towards the line and jumps at the people behind you guys, causing everyone to shriek and laugh. Sukuna is smiling down at you this time but he doesn’t say anything to you. He’s not talking to you like he did with Kaede. Instead, he turns to Satoru, “why are you here alone anyway? Did you come by yourself?”

Satoru clicks his tongue and shifts his weight from one leg to the other, “nope. I came here with some chick I’ve been talking to, but her boyfriend came and dragged her outta here. It wasn’t my problem, so I just texted you to see if you wanted to come in her absence and by fate, you were already here!”

You click your tongue at him, “you were talking to someone who was in a relationship?”

The white-haired friend just smirks and leans onto Sukuna, “don’t let your boyfriend and/or girlfriend stop you from finding true love.”

“Gosh,” Kaede sighs, shaking her head at the promiscuous man.

♡ ♡ ♡

Finally, the time has come. Your group is all the way at the front just waiting to be let in after the group in front of you. They let specifically a group of 4-6 in after about five minutes to let the previous group get a bitch further away, to avoid any collision. The fact that the horror house is two levels is kind of nerve wrecking but at least there’s a big green slide with a ball pit at the bottom that you come out of to relieve all the built-up stress. Whoever came up with the idea of the end escape being a slide needs a reward, you think. The employee greets you all and hands each of you a small paper with directions.

“Make sure to thoroughly explore the house and have fun. We ask that no one resorts to physical violence, as this is all part of an experience, so with that, welcome to the horror house.” She explains and finally lets your group in. Everyone is walking slowly and cautiously, watching for anything that seems off. The place is completely dark, aside from the blinking lights and some glowing arrows that let you know where to go. Sukuna has managed to get beside you, making sure that there’s no one creeping up on you while Satoru and Kaede walk behind you with the two other strangers. Okay, to be honest, you’re on high alert. Watching scary movies and actually being in this kind of situation are two completely different things. Your heart is pounding fast as the adrenaline of being surprised rushes through you. As you guys explore the first floor, there are only small jumpscares. They’re really random, but since it’s all sensors, it’s not too bad. The floors creek beneath every step and there is a faint crying coming from one of the rooms.

You each enter one by one, and you can feel Kaede clutch onto the back of your shirt, causing you to stiffen. Sukuna is still quiet, but his friend is being funnily loud. He’s purposefully screaming and making fake crying sounds as well to have fun and it really lightens the mood, since the couple in the back is laughing along with you guys. You guys all disperse in the room, just looking around and chatting when a hand from under the bed grabs Sukuna's ankle and he jumps before walking away. He makes his way towards you again but Kaede shrieks, grabbing everyone's attention. Coming out from under the bed is a woman dressed in white with long black hair and blood down her cheeks. She’s crawling at you guys’ petty fucking fast, so you let out a small scream and book it for the door, ditching everyone else. They all follow after you, a mixture of laughter decorating the air. Right at that moment, someone comes running at you guys in the dark and manages to grab one of the strangers.

“Ah! Help me!”

He screams desperately while Sukuna laughs and manages to help free him. By now, you guys hear the next group of people getting ready to be let in and another scare worker jumps out at you guys, which makes you panic and disperse. Satoru ended up screaming the loudest and ran up the stairs with the strangers while you, Kaede and Sukuna ran for the elevator. Whether the elevator is meant to stall or not, it’s creepy. The light from above flashes and you’re stuck to the side of the elevator wall, which sounded hollow when you bumped against it. You’re behind Sukuna, leaving the space behind Kaede empty and through the small flashes of light, you can see that Kaede is visibly shaking but she’s trying to laugh off her fear. You, on the other hand, prefer to keep your ego and act like you aren’t that scared. Just as the elevator shakes, you all hear crying from the elevator. It’s coming from behind you guys and again, it’s a woman. You’re a bit scared even though you know she’s just an actress, but it all disappears when you see that Sukuna suddenly reaches for Kaede’s hand.

“Don’t look at her,” he tells her, trying to reassure her that it’s okay and fake. Still, Kaede’s head tries to look back while a small cry comes out from her. She begins to let out soft, broken whimpers as she looks from the corners of her eyes.

Again, he speaks in a low voice, “don’t look at her, Kaede.”

By now, she’s straight up shaking and crying. You see Kaede’s head slowly turning around to look behind her, despite what Sukuna is saying.

“Don’t look!”

Sukuna’s hand rises and grips Kaede’s head. He pulls her into his chest to shield her from the actress in the back. Whoever is watching the security footage must think this scene is really romantic and they’re probably pitying you for being a third wheel in this. Your prayers have been heard because the elevator finally dings and you reach the second floor. All of this didn’t even last that long but it felt like forever. How funny is that? You watch them scurry out without you and you follow after. Just then, a cold hand grips your upper arm and yanks you towards them.

“Huh?!”

In your state of shock, you look up and see that it’s Satoru. That jerk! “Oh,” he beams, “thank god it’s the right person! I mean, even if it was Kaede it would’ve been fine, but my target was you!”

Your mouth falls agape but you laugh upon the realization that it’s him, “you scared me!”

“That was the point, y/n. We were waiting for you guys so we could continue, right?” Satoru asks behind him, directing his question to the two strangers. He must’ve become friends with them for now, seeing as they’re all talking informally. The couple agrees and he releases you while pointing ahead at Sukuna, who is busy patting Kaede’s shoulder, “why is she crying? Did you break her heart or something?”

“Oh, no. Kaede doesn’t do that good with horror,” you laugh, jogging to catch up with the rest. The second floor of the horror house had more scare impact and involved more actors. They did not hesitate to scream at you, chase you and even grab you. But the ending is fun. There are two employees waiting and asking if it was fun, then they give you each a stamp of success and send you down the slide one by one. All in all, it was a pretty fun experience, aside from feeling kind of left out here and there. You’re just glad that Sukuna’s friend kept you feeling involved.

(A/n: I know I didn’t describe the experience that scary, but let’s just pretend that it is super scary, okay? Okay lol.)

“I’m kind of hungry again,” Kaede sniffles, wiping at her tear-stained face.

You pout at her and help wipe the tears away with a small laugh, “you’re such a scaredy cat, Kaede~” You tease her lightheartedly, choosing to forget the way you felt inside. She was scared and Sukuna was just being a good friend and consoling her when you couldn’t. You’re glad that he was there to “protect” her or whatever, since you might’ve ditched her if you were alone with her.

“As if you aren’t. I saw you getting scared silently,” Sukuna snickers, pinching at your cheeks with a hard grip. It makes you wince, and you hurriedly swat his hands away from you, “stop pinching me! It hurts!”

The table you guys find is again, luckily big enough for you all. Satoru sits next to Sukuna, “what happened in the elevator anyway? I took the stairs and almost pissed myself.”

Sukuna’s lips jut out as he fumbles with a straw wrapper the previous people had left behind, “I guess the point in entering the elevator was for a predictable scare. You know it’s coming but I guess it’s still unnerving. Someone was in there with us, but I don’t know when they entered.”

You think back to the hollow walls and clap your hands, “the walls were hollow so there must’ve been a crawl space for someone to hide and then when everyone is distracted, they come out quietly and boom, she’s in and crying.”

Satoru coos towards Kaede and chuckles in a high-pitched tone, “that’s what got you crying? Poor girl.”

“Don’t talk about it.”

Kaede begins to hide behind her hands at the embarrassment, but it only makes them tease her more. Your eyes linger on Satoru, and you giggle, “what happened with the two strangers?”

He blows a few raspberries and acts shy, like Kaede, “well they had someone hiding somewhere too and they chased our asses up the stairs at inhuman speed.” His eyes widen and he grabs Sukuna’s forearm, “they must’ve trained hard and hired the fastest crawler! I don’t even know how many times they grabbed my ankle alone.”

“I should’ve taken the stairs,” you let out, your tone sounding a tiny bit… petty. Sukuna isn’t even looking at you. He’s more focused on whatever Satoru is doing (he’s acting cute… in a cringy way, on purpose).

There’s a grin on your lips as you look around. The lines for food seem pretty long, so you speak, “two of us should order. Is everyone okay with the same thing?”

“I don’t mind,” Kaede comments.

“Me either.”

“Okay, I’ll go order. You guys make sure no one else tries to sit here.” You stand up and Satoru does too, “I’ll come along.”

“No, I will,” Sukuna grunts, standing as well. You look at both men with a straight face, “so who will it be?”

Satoru pouts, “I can’t let you pay for all of it. I’ll come with you and it’ll be my treat.”

“I’ll go with her, Satoru. Just watch our shit.”

“But–”

“If you want to pay so badly then give me your card,” Sukuna smirks, holding his hand out.

Satoru just smiles along and hands him the card in a defeated way, waving a small ‘bye’ to you before sitting down again and talking to Kaede. You’re already walking since you don’t want the line to form even longer.

“Yo.”

“Yo,” you respond, waiting for him to catch up.

Sukuna waits behind you in line, hovering right above you. You’re not surprised when he lays his chin on the top of your head while his hands stay stuffed in his pockets, “can I ask you something?”

You nod, “go ahead.”

There he goes, being all silent again. What game is he playing this time? You both step up in sync and you’re about to break contact with him so you can hold a proper conversation, but he finally opens his mouth again.

“What’s up with you calling Satoru ‘Adonis’?”

It’s really just a name, no true meaning to it. Still, you grin, “jealous or something?”

“A bit,” he admits. You’re caught off guard. He’s jealous? Ryomen Sukuna? Jealous? There’s just no way. What would he even be jealous about?

“What?” You can hear your own voice and the surprise that’s laced in it. Upon feeling the pace of your heart speed up, you try to focus on your surroundings as a distraction. You listen in on the loud chatter from all directions, you smell all the tempting scents that engulf the area, and your eyes focus on the many bright lights that flash with life. The heat of Sukuna’s body keeps you on your toes as well, since he’s been so out of character as of lately.

Sukuna’s chin still lays on top of your head and he steps even closer, pressing his chest into your back, “I am jealous.”

“Why would you be?”

Is it normal for friends to be jealous? Surely to some extent, right? But what would you know? This is the first time it’s happened, for the both of you, maybe. Sukuna exhales slowly from his mouth, “just am.”

You’re a bit shocked at his honestly, to say the least, but at least he feels comfortable enough to let you know these things. Your smile grows mischievous, and you spin around to face him, breaking his current skin contact with you, “okay, then I’ll call you Ares.”

“Change his.”

Sukuna’s tone falls dead and the look in his eyes is something you can’t really decipher. Why does he look like that? Are you tripping or does he look a bit hurt? Whatever it is, it makes you want to tease him more, so you do. You chuckle, “he can be Apollo.”

Sukuna’s jaw hangs, “you can’t be serious. He still has a name with good meaning.”

“Then he can stick with Adonis. It just means he’s a pretty man, Sukuna.”

He looks away from you, choosing to look elsewhere, “whatever. I don’t care anymore.”

Score. Just the reaction you were looking for. It makes you push into his chest with your index finger, “someone’s jealous.”

“I’m not,” he spits out.

“Yes, you are.”

“Are not.”

“Are too.”

Sukuna glares at you with irritation growing in his eyes, “shut up.”

It only makes you want to keep going, so you hold your nose up high and mighty, “and if I don’t want to?”

By now, you’re not fazed at the fact that he lowers his face down. It’s happened so much that you know not to get surprised. Sukuna’s eyes squint as he stares into yours and he keeps a heavy frown on his lips as he speaks to you, “then I’ll simply give you a reason to shut up.”

This specific threat has you nervous. Is he implying that he’d kiss you? No way, he wouldn’t. You scoff in his face with a frown as well, “you wouldn’t dare.”

Just like that, a smirk grows on his lips and he lowers himself even more, all while keeping eye contact, “dare me.”

Okay okay, he wins. You groan and back away with defeat, “no way.”

Sukuna is back to being a smug little asshole and drapes his heavy ass arm around your shoulders, “that’s what I thought.”

The rest of the night is filled with continuous laughter, but your eyes can’t seem to leave Sukuna while your hand clutches onto your phone. You’re filled with horrid guilt and it’s gnawing at your heart every time you think of Kazuya. Satoru’s been talking to you an awful lot though, mainly to fill in the long spaces of silence you trail. He actually talks a lot, like that one annoying kid that just won’t shut up. He is tolerable, however. Perhaps it’s because he’s hilarious that it’s not too bad. Sukuna only talks to you here and there, just like before, but after the tension from before, you’re unsure of what to say.

♡ ♡ ♡

Another month has passed and you haven’t been keeping count on how long you’ve known Sukuna now. He’s part of your daily routine, but so is Kazuya. You feel bad for the man, since you know he’s openly pining for you, but you just can’t seem to feel the same way. He’s sweet, so sweet, but he feels more like a friend. Every time you’ve brought it up, he’d always say that he was patient and was willing to take things however slow you wanted. So, bad life decisions start with bad influences, right? If you were being completely honest, you think Sukuna isn’t enough to confirm your curiosity. He’s one of the main things in your life at the moment, so testing this theory out with him just wouldn’t work. You have to try it out with someone else, to see if you feel the same way you do with them as you do around Sukuna. It all doesn’t make that much sense, right? You know. But it’s something you’re willing to try. You had asked Sukuna to take you to a party or something, since he claims he has other friends. You weren’t sure when you were going to get a response, since he ignored you. You even mentioned going to the club together so you could start your little mission (Sukuna has no idea what your theory is, in fact, he has no idea what’s going on in that bizarre head of yours).

“Y/n?”

Your mother’s voice comes from down the hall, so you peek out of your room and look at her with wide eyes, “yes?” She’s got on her fancy little dress and an extravagant coat, the one your dad got her last year, and marches towards you with a bright smile, “you remember what today is, right?”

“How could I forget,” you sigh, “go have fun on your anniversary. Please use safety.”

She laughs joyously, “why? Don’t you want a little sibling?”

The gag you release is over the top and exaggerated but it only ends with the both of you sharing a laugh. Still, the thought of your parents fucking like rabbits is not something you want to imagine. Your fingers find place in her curls and you’re helping her fix them in place before she leaves, “I’m watching all of Ayumi’s kids tonight, right?”

“Oh, no,” she giggles a bit and waltzes into your room to take another look in the mirror, “you’re only watching her youngest today. That cousin of yours,” her lips pop as she reapplies her lipstick, “always popping out kids left and right.”

You stare at the back of her figure with a crooked grin, “she only has three kids, mom. I’m thrilled to be an aunt, at least.”

“Yeah well, don’t wait up for us. Your father has plans so we might not make it back home. Ayumi said she’d drop her kids off in a bit, so until then, sit still and don’t try going anywhere.”

You follow her out to the door and give your dad a side hug in the meantime, “don’t worry about me. Just don’t have too much fun, alright?”

Your dad bursts out laughing and ruffles your hair, “don’t feel threatened, sweetheart. You’ll still be my favorite.”

“The age gap between us will be crazy,” you sulk, knowing that they’re only playing.

After a small time of bickering, they finally leave and it’s not long before Ayumi pulls up. Her hair is chopped over her shoulders and she has big bright eyes, even after birthing three children. She hurries over to you with Hotaru in her arms, “y/n! I’ve missed you.”

You hug her back and immediately take Hotaru from her, “where are your other two boys?”

Ayumi welcomes herself in and places a duffel filled with baby items onto the couch, “sorry for coming to drop him off last minute. I know that you’re busy and all too but, Asa and I wanted to take our boys to Disneyland, and it would be a bit of a hassle to bring Hotaru since he’s only one and a half. His brothers are really naughty and run off a lot.”

Her explanation certainly earns your pity. It must be tough being a mom and all. After a bit of catching up, she tells you all of the basics and that he’s not fussy so today should fly by in an instant, though you know it’s not anything she can promise. You take a good look at Hotaru and see that he has big doe eyes, soft puffy cheeks and a cute bowl cut hairstyle. He’s pretty cute, if you say so yourself. It’s also a good thing that he doesn’t particularly seem picky with whoever is holding him either.

“Hotaru can babble here and there and converse with you just a tiny bit so it shouldn’t be too hard to read him when he needs something,” she looks at the time of her phone and then back at you, “he’s also learning how to walk, so he can stumble about for a bit before his legs grow tired. He’s a pretty fast learner so just watch him because he likes to wander when he gets comfortable around you. Other than that, he’s an easy kid to watch. I can’t thank you enough, y/n.”

You jump a bit to readjust Hotaru on your hips and shake your head with a soft smile, “I really don’t mind at all. If you ever need me to watch Hotaru or the other two, just let me know beforehand. Go have fun, I bet they’re all waiting for you in the car.”

Ayumi reaches over and coos at him for a few more seconds before kissing his cheek and eventually leaving. You both wave bye to the car and then you turn back around to enter the house. You place Hotaru down on the couch and tap your foot against the floor as you look for something to put on for him. The first hour seems to go by just fine. All you did was feed him and watch tv with him.

Sukuna ^.^: I’m bored.

Halfie: Go play then.

Sukuna ^.^: I’m on my way.

Halfie: I’m busy today. Go play with Kaede.

Sukuna ^.^: I already did. She had to leave early.

That annoys you. It bothers you a lot. Now you feel a sudden prick in the back of your neck and you know that it’s just unreasonable irritation spiking. You look down at Hotaru, who is staring right back at you. He’s not that expressive… but at least he’s not crying?

Halfie: You can’t come.

Now you’re even more annoyed. Why? Because that fucker left you on read. Out of boredom, you grab Hotaru’s baby duffel and dig through it. There are lots of diapers, toys and packaged food and flavored rice puff snacks. You gently poke at Hotaru’s chubby stomach, “aye, can you eat solids already? I don’t see formula here.” All he does is smile and nod. You have to admit that the atmosphere is a bit awkward due to the fact that you two have no prior interaction at all. Are you doing well for the first meeting? He’s a baby, so it shouldn’t matter, right? You continue to watch whatever is on the screen and it’s quiet for a long while until you hear your phone buzz.

Sukuna ^.^: I’m here.

Sukuna ^.^: Open your window for me.

You take a moment to look at Hotaru once more. His hands are focused on playing with a toy while his eyes remain on the tv, so leaving him alone for a short second wouldn’t hurt. He won’t even know what’s going on. With that in mind, you stand from the couch and dash to your room. Your eyes glare daggers at Sukuna through the window as he waits to be let in.

“Hurry,” he mouths.

You’re only quick to let him in because you have a child in need in the other room. You can see that he’s surprised by your obedience though. He crawls in quickly and shuts the window, “your door is open you know? What if your folks see me?”

“I said I was busy, yet you still decided to come. How ignorant,” you spit out, crossing your arms at him. Sukuna’s frown drags deeper at your comment, “what’s up your ass today?”

You move out of his way, “nothing. My parents aren’t home, but please behave.”

His eyes grow mischievous at that, “really? As in, I’m free to walk around?”

“Yes, but my hands are tied, so behave.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m watching my nephew today,” you’re already leaving your room with him trailing behind, “so you won’t have fun today.”

Sukuna groans out loud, “he can take care of himself.”

He steps into your living room and his eyes fall on the couch and the small head of hair that peeks out. Him being naturally curious, he comes closer, and his fingers grab at the soft locks, “oh. He’s younger than I imagined.”

“Yes,” you laugh out loud and sit back down on the couch again, “which is exactly why you wasted your time coming here. There’ll be nothing for you to do.”

Sukuna wastes no time in stepping over the couch to seat himself between you and Hotaru, “well I guess I can help you watch the kid. I don’t know how to, but there’s always a first for everything, right?”

The way he smiles in a determined way has your heart pounding just a slight bit harder and you’re not sure how to decipher it. You don’t know whether you’re anxious about Sukuna or if you find his efforts endearing in some way. The two of you are pretty busy with Hotaru throughout the day but Sukuna seems to be having a bit of fun, even if he denies it. The reason why you say this is because he’s actually laughing with the kid as they play. Oh, and he’s also eating the rice puff snacks too. You think he ate more than Hotaru did but that’s not too big of a deal, you think. Ayumi didn’t mention that it’d be hard to get the kid to fall asleep. You and Sukuna have been trying to wear him out for a while now, but the kid won’t get tired. When you think about it, Sukuna has probably been here for about seven hours, since it’s 6pm now. You fed Hotaru and Sukuna about two hours ago, so they should be fine for now which means you can relax a bit more. You really thought that Hotaru might be frightened by the man but he’s surprisingly a fan of him, given he’s laughing a lot right now as you make your way back to them.

“What’s so funny?”

Hotaru beams at you innocently and points to Sukuna. He’s currently crashing two toy buses and making dramatic sound effects. He even goes as far as making a high-pitched woman-like voice that screeches for help. The whole thing isn’t a laughing matter at all; it’s quite concerning. Still, you’re just glad that Sukuna is here. A long yawn comes out from your mouth as you silently stretch behind them. Since it seems like Sukuna is pretty reliable and comfortable being alone with Hotaru, you figure it can’t hurt to lay down for a bit.

“I’ll be right back,” you say as you get up. Sukuna doesn’t even glance back at you, since he’s so busy acting out a crime scene with your laughing nephew. All he does is hum a short “mhm” then proceeds with his stupid little skit. Oh well. Your back finds solace in your soft bed and you only meant to close your eyes for a few seconds. Well, a few seconds happened to turn into half an hour.

In Sukuna’s mind, he’s wondering where the fuck you went. Why did you leave him alone with the kid? Don’t tell him you went out and ditched him here. He did not come here to babysit. In fact, he came here for you, not the kid! His impatient eyes scan the area once more and he pouts when you’re nowhere in sight. The only noise is the sound emitting from whatever show is playing on the tv. His attention is brought back when he sees Hotaru’s face scrunching up. As cute as the kid looks, he doesn’t like where this is going.

“What’s wrong, kid?”

“Bubu…”

The stench is faint, but he asks the question anyways, “what’s with that stench?”

Hotaru’s doe eyes blink not once but twice as he replies, “bu…”

“Did you just?!” Sukuna’s eyes widen with disbelief as he realizes the situation. He looks around for you once more and then furrows his eyebrows, “change your diapers?? Did you poop?!”

“Poop,” Hotaru confirms with a string of laughter. It’s cut short as he scrunches his face again, a sign that he’s still in the middle of shitting.

Sukuna immediately leans back, his back hitting the couch as he does so, “I don’t know how to change a diaper! Y/n!” Sukuna grumbles a few profanities as his hands reach under Hotaru’s armpits. He picks the kid up and carries him while walking back and forth, “y/n? Your nephew, uh… he pooped.” There’s still no response, so Sukuna sighs once more, “y/n? Where are you?”

His feet begin to move and the first place he looks for is obviously your bedroom. He peeks in and feels irritation rising, “fuck…” Sukuna walks over to you and peers at you, “you’re asleep? Seriously?” He lays Hotaru down on the bed and crosses his arms as he begins to talk to him, “should I wake her or not?” Obviously, he doesn’t expect Hotaru to respond, so he looks at you again, an unwanted smile stretching on his face, “she looks peaceful though and seemed tired before…” He’s groaning a lot today, but he manages to push your hair out of your face and throw the blanket over you, “fucking shit.”

“Come on, fat boy. Let’s get you changed out of that stupid ass diaper,” Sukuna picks Hotaru up and earns himself a smack from said fat boy. Apparently, he doesn’t like the nickname. Sukuna walks out of your room, “goodnight, y/n. Sweet dreams.”

Sukuna is back in the living room and digs through the duffel. He finds a small, soft rolled up mat and lays it out on the floor. He gently lays Hotaru down on it and pulls his pants off with a heavy frown. Sukuna really has no fucking clue on what to do so he whips out his phone, “let’s see… youtube.” He watches a short three-minute tutorial and chuckles to himself while his fingers tickle at Hotaru’s belly to keep him entertained.

“Oh, that simple huh?”

Sukuna puts his phone down and begins to copy what the parenting video had shown him. He made sure to be very diligent as he worked.

“Okay, all done!”

He gives Hotaru a small pat to his butt and puts his pants back on him, “feel better, brat?” Hotaru nods willingly and yawns in his arms, probably because Sukuna provides natural body heat so it might be making him sleepy. Sukuna stands up and tosses the diaper in the trash, “let’s feed you something warm and then let’s go take a nap with your unreliable auntie, ‘cause I’m beat too.”

He carried Hotaru all while warming up the dashi on the stove and microwaving the small onigiri his mom had brought in a tupperware. He set aside a bowl of dashi and rice for himself as well while he waited for Hotaru’s food to cool down. Feeding the kid was pretty easy, since he already knew how to feed himself. All Sukuna had to do was observe him and blow on the soup a bit more to ensure he wouldn’t burn his tongue. Once they finished, he put the dishes in the sink and laughed maniacally, “y/n can do the dishes, since she left me alone to watch you. What kind of aunt is she, leaving you unattended with a stranger like me.”

Sukuna closed the bedroom door behind him with his foot and placed Hotaru near you, “don’t mind me. I’m just squeezing us in.”

You stir in your sleep, “hmm? I’m sleepy.”

Your eyes are still closed as your head points in the direction he’s in. Sukuna is currently hovering above you as he tries to tuck Hotaru in, “I know. Scoot over so we can nap too. I finally got the kid to fall asleep.” This catches your attention, so one eye opens to look at him, “really? How?”

Sukuna stifles a laugh, “I hit him in the head as hard as I could.”

You jump up in bed with big eyes, “did you really?! Let me see–”

“Shh!”

His hand clamps over your mouth and he ushers with his head to your side, “I’m kidding, jeez. I fed him some of the food from earlier and he knocked out as soon as we were done,” Sukuna pokes at your ribs harshly, “so move over so he and I can both rest too.”

“Just place him between us so he won’t roll off the bed. Go to sleep on the other side,” you readjust yourself to go back to sleep, but Sukuna clicks his tongue, “nope, I want to sleep beside you. The brat can beat it.”

You sit up once more and roll your eyes, “Sukuna, quit being a brat. He’s still a baby, so he needs to sleep caged in, in case he rolls around in his sleep.”

There are practically lightbulbs flashing above Sukuna’s head as his eyes glow, “I have an idea.”

“That is?”

“Go get your parents’ pillows and lay it at the edge of the bed so that he can’t roll off.”

It’s crazy how serious he sounds about this. Your face falls flat, “you’re that adamant on sleeping beside me?”

“Yup.” He doesn’t even hesitate. In fact, he’s staring you dead in the eyes.

You sigh for the nth time, “okay fine, but you’re still gonna have to sleep all the way at the edge. Hotaru has to stay in the middle of the bed, kind of.”

Sukuna grins softly, “fine by me. I don’t move much anyway.”

It takes you less than five minutes to march up the stairs and back with the pillows. It takes you less than a minute to set up the pillow cage around Hotaru while Sukuna closes your bedroom door again. Once you think he’s cushioned in enough, you get back into bed and watch Sukuna as he comes over, “did you lock my door?”

“Sure did,” he yawns, “let’s sleep.”

Sukuna shoves his way in beside you and frowns when you don’t immediately snuggle up beside him, “hurry and come cuddle me.”

You laugh at his obviousness, “Sukuna, we are friends. There is no need to constantly cuddle. Besides, I gotta make sure Hotaru doesn’t roll off.”

“He’ll be fine!” Sukuna groans. The ball of his fist comes up to rub his eyes as he continues, “the brat is all warm and snug, see?”

Well, he does have a point. The kid is snoring so cutely and doesn’t seem bothered whatsoever. You turn your back towards Sukuna, “you can hold me, but I’ll be facing Hotaru, not you.”

Sukuna ponders for a few seconds before giving up, “okay, you win.”

His big arms snake over your waist and he doesn’t waste a second to yank you back and pull you against his chest as his nose tickles the back of your head. Once he’s comfortable enough, he lets out a soft sigh against your neck and begins to doze off.

“Goodnight,” you whisper, darkness beginning to take over.

“Sweet dreams.”

♡ ♡ ♡

You’re the first one to wake up. It’s completely pitch black and when you remember that you’re babysitting, you immediately panic and try to sit up. A strong arm keeps you planted in position though, “stay still.”

Sukuna’s sleepy voice resonates through the darkness and you’re suddenly aware of how close his lips are to the back of your neck. You don’t bother to respond, but your arms reach under your pillow for your phone. It’s nine almost ten and there are no missed calls or messages from either of your parents. You did get a few texts from Ayumi and there are responses that you don’t remember sending. You figured Sukuna sent them while you guys were asleep.

Ayumi: How’s Hotaru? I hope he’s not giving you a hard time. Sorry that we’ve been gone for so long. My hubby can’t ever say no to the boys, so we’re here longer than expected. 8:23pm

Y/n: He’s fine. I got him to fall asleep. Take as long as you need, I’ve got it covered. 8:24pm

Ayumi: Thank you so much, y/n. I owe you! 8:24pm

Ayumi: Y/n~ Again, I’m sorry! I’m trying to persuade them to come home soon. I know that you’ve been with Hotaru for the whole day. You must be annoyed. 9:12pm

Y/n: Not at all. He’s eaten at least three times. 9:20pm

Y/n: Attachment: 1 image 9:25pm

Y/n: Still sleeping. Don’t worry. 9:25pm

Ayumi: You’re the best! I’ll let you know when we’re on our way. 9:25pm

The picture that he sent was of Hotaru sleeping with the pillow fort around him. It’s pretty adorable, you guess. Okay, it is adorable. You’re concerned with how Sukuna managed to get into your phone but that’s a problem for another day. You’re shocked that he didn’t try to mess around with Kazuya and text him something weird, but maybe he’s more mature than you let on? You wonder what else he was doing while you were asleep, so you click on your gallery. There are two of Hotaru sleeping and then there are a bunch of photos taken from above of you and Hotaru sleeping. It’s obvious that the photos are taken with flash from someone reaching over behind you, but they’re still cute regardless. The last three are taken of you three. Sukuna’s arm does look a bit awkward in the photos, but he managed to take such cute photos. And if you look closely enough, the corners of his lips are lightly turnt up. It’s cute.

“I couldn’t sleep with your phone going off,” Sukuna admits, his lips brushing your neck as he speaks. All he gets from you is a short “sorry.”

He removes his hands from you and gets off the bed to go turn the light on and he comes back looking for comfort. You take another second to look at Hotaru and see that he’s pretty peaceful before shuffling in the bed to face Sukuna. His chin is propped up on his fist as he stares down at you patiently.

“Sukuna.”

“Hmm? What do you need?”

A million things are running through your head, but Kaede is the main one. Earlier he said that he was already hanging out with her. Does he do this with her too? Is he just this close with anybody he meets? You inch a little closer to him, “I wanted to ask you a question.”

His eyes squinted a little, “you don’t need to tell me that.” Sukuna’s hand raises and he pushes your hair back to get it out of your tired face, “just say it.”

Your eyes flutter at the motion, “okay…”

“So what’s the question?”

Sukuna’s tone is lighthearted and playful, something he usually reserves. He only sounds like this when he’s really having a good time. You honestly have no idea why he would feel that way right now, but it means he’s in a good mood, so you shake off your nerves, “you know how you always come to my house at night and sleep with me?”

“Mhmm,” he hums, his tone still light and airy.

“Do you also hang out with Kaede like that?” You don’t mean to sound territorial over him, but it comes out just that way. You think you sound crazy, and you think Sukuna might think you’re crazy now. However, Sukuna just cocks his head as his eyes roll up to the corner to think, “maybe once. Why?”

Your heart feels heavy at his honesty. What the fuck is maybe once? Is it yes or no, dumbass. You clear your throat, “just asking. Do you sleep there too?”

“No,” this time Sukuna’s tone drops into that of something serious. His eyebrows pull down as he tries to read your eyes, “why?”

“Again, I’m just asking.”

“Why do you look like that then?” Sukuna’s free hand comes up to grip your chin as he observes your expression. Is he tripping or did he see a spark of jealousy in your eyes? Is he crazy or do you sound jealous? His heart skips a beat at the thought that you might be, but then again, you’re a bitch and you’re so confusing at times. He doesn’t want to overthink anything so minor; but if he has to be honest, you seem to be displaying weird looks at times, whether it be at Kaede or him. Like, if he’s too invested in talking to Kaede while you all hang out or something, you get a little weird. Okay, maybe not weird, but you do get distant, which makes him distant, since he doesn’t know how to approach you when you get like that. Even if he tried, you’d just brush it off and smile that fake little smile. Don’t get him started on how you’ll act all weird around him and then suddenly rub Kazuha in his face. You guys aren’t dating, you aren’t sure if you even like him, yet you won’t throw the guy away and friendzone him. What exactly are you doing? Then you come up to him and ask him to take you out partying, like??? He thought you were talking to Kazuha, why do you suddenly want to go out partying? Are you going through a partying phase? Rebellious phase? He doesn’t fucking know. You’re weird at times.

“Like what?” you ask that in such an oblivious tone that it makes him feel fucking stupid.

His eyes flick between yours once more before he releases your chin and backs up from you, “... never mind. It’s nothing.”

Sukuna gets up from the bed again and begins to put his shoes on, “your folks might come back soon, so I’ll get going before I cause trouble.”

You nod reluctantly and walk him towards the gate in the front, “are you going to walk all the way home?”

He pulls his phone out and sends a quick text before shaking his head and smiling, “nah. I’m gonna go to a convenience store nearby and have my chauffeur pick me up.”

Sukuna waits for you to unlock the gate and then ruffles your already messy hair as he walks out, “send me those photos of us with Hotaru.”

“You want them?”

The surprise in your voice is quite evident since it’s something you never thought Sukuna would want. The pictures are already something that you never thought Sukuna would take, yet here he is, doing just that. He spins around and shoots you a boyish smile, “yeah, I do.”

You get a text from Ayumi a little bit after and open the door to let her in. You were expecting her, but instead it was her husband, Asa. You greet him with a smile, “oh, long time no see!” He returns the expression and gives you a friendly hug, “I must’ve surprised you. Ayumi was going to come in, but she’s been running around with us all day. I felt bad, so I told her to relax.”

He steps inside respectfully and switches his outside shoes to house slippers as he follows you to the living room. You’re babbling about how it was all okay while you help him pack up the duffel. Asa laughs wholeheartedly, “it seems like you played with him a whole lot! The living room is littered with all the toys we packed him. Looks like an accident took place.”

“Right…” you laugh nervously. It did happen! Sukuna literally played out a car crash scene with lots of injuries. Asa zips up the duffle with a content smile, “thank you so much for taking such good care of Hotaru, y/n-san. We deeply appreciate your efforts.” He’s already halfway to doing a formal bow when you interrupt and laugh, “it’s fine, Asa-san! We are family, this shouldn’t even be something to thank me for. I’m happy as long as I was able to help. I hope you guys had a blast. I know that Hotaru is still too young to travel like that, so it was no problem at all.”

Frankly, you can’t take all the credit… since it was mainly Sukuna who watched and played with Hotaru. Asa waits outside your bedroom door as you go get Hotaru. You pick him up gently and bring him over to his dad, “we had fun here too, so don’t feel too bad. Have a safe trip back home.”

“Once again, thank you, y/n-san.”

You bid him farewell and wave eagerly at Ayumi through the car window. She returns the gesture, and you wait for their car to drive off before you close and lock the gates again. After hours of not receiving an update from your parents, your mom finally reached out and told you that they’d be spending the night at a luxurious hotel. Gross. You send her back a funny, yet snarky response about being responsible and all she sends back are eyeball emojis. You shower off the day and get ready for another round of sleep, but as you’re lying in bed, your phone buzzes.

Sukuna ^.^: Um hello? The photos. 11:43pm

Halfie: Attachment: 3 images. 11:45pm

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I Love You, Always

Sukuna x Reader

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Your cheek is laying against the side of his head as he walks aimlessly down the sidewalk. The area is still bustling with people, even at this hour and your heels are long gone. Sukuna stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and demanded for you to take them off so that your feet don’t get bruised and blistered. You argued against it since you’re no longer walking in them but he insisted, so you just gave up. You took off your pretty heels and he gathered them with one hand, making sure to hold them tightly against his fingers while still carrying you on his back. As he’s walking, you’re still telling him about the date with Kazuya, but you squeeze him a little tighter because you can tell that he isn’t listening just based on his slight hums in response.

“I wanna go there with you someday. I think you’d like it.” You speak what’s on your mind because it’s the truth. Sukuna surely would enjoy watching creatures just as much as he likes watching humans.

This makes him chuckle, “you mean to tell me that you wanna bring me to the same place you just had your date? Don’t you think that’s kind of taboo?”

“No, not really.”

Your eyes sparkle when he walks past a McDonalds and you begin to thrash on his back, “Sukuna, let’s go in there. I’m kind of hungry.”

“Pig,” he says out loud. He thinks teasing you is funny, so he goes again, “Kazuha didn’t feed you? What a shame, now my wallet will hurt.”

You chortle at that, “Psh, you’re loaded, it’ll barely make a dent in your wallet.”

He still has you on his back so you take the chance to smack him upside the head, “and his name isn’t Kazuha, it’s Kazuya. You wouldn’t like it if I called you Sukunu or Sakusa, so quit butchering his name.”

The moment you’re done talking, Sukuna releases your legs and you fall to your feet with the help of gravity. Thankfully you catch yourself in time, but you hate the feeling of the cold tile on your feet so you cling onto his back, literally choking him as he stands in line.

“Alright alright, get back on. I can’t breathe, brat,” Sukuna chokes out, bending a bit when you release him so that you can jump on. Once you’re on his back again he groans, “for your information, I don’t care what you call me.”

There are a few eyes on you two but you don’t care. You squeeze him again, “you don’t care? Okay, I’ll start calling you ‘asshole.’”

Sukuna’s chest rumbles as he laughs out loud, “or you can call me daddy.”

The fact that he said that loud and clear for everyone in the goddamn restaurant to hear makes you panic and you race to clamp your hand over his mouth while he just enjoys your reaction. You lower your face and bite down on his shoulder, causing him to stiffen. Yeah, that shut him the fuck up. You think it’s funny that he’s silent again but you’re next in line so he places his order for you both and walks off to a table after paying.

“Thank you~” you sing as you sit down.

Sukuna hands you your heels and you put them back on without much thought. You’re not paying attention but Sukuna’s eyes glare at the back of your ankles. When you catch him staring, he grunts in a dissatisfied way and reaches out for your feet. His eyes don’t meet yours, “the back of your ankles are irritated.”

You blink at him for a few seconds before following his gaze, “yeah, that happens when you wear heels for too long.”

“Not worth it. Wait here for the food, I’ll be right back.”

Sukuna is out the door without a word. You’re curious as to where he went since he’s been gone for a good three minutes. Maybe he went out for a smoke? You go to get the order when your number is called and wait for Sukuna to return. A few more minutes pass and you finally see his pink hair entering the restaurant again. He has a bag in his hand and you cock your head at him, “you purchased yourself something? Couldn’t that have waited until we finished eating?”

His frown only drags deeper but he hands you the bag, “it’s not for me, it’s for you.”

You think your eyeballs could roll out right now, because your eyes are open so widely. Sukuna went out of his way to buy you something? When you don’t take the bag, he sits down across from you and reaches in. Sukuna pulls out a small six pack of low rise socks and a box, and you see ‘crocs’ written on it. Ryomen Sukuna bought you a pair of crocs… they're baby pink, and they match his hair. He just smiles when you notice the matching colors and he hands them over to you, “here, so your feet will stop aching.”

You think back and remember passing by a crocs store not too long ago and gleam at him as you coo, “awh, Sukuna, I didn’t know you could be so sweet!”

The light in his eyes brightens at your words and his grin only deepens when you kick off your heels and slip them on, “shut up,” he pretends to stretch, rubbing the nonexistent ache in his shoulders, “only because you were starting to break my back.”

Sukuna doesn’t mean it. You’re light as a feather to him, he just finds everything about you endearing as of lately, so teasing you is more fun than usual. He likes the way you laugh even harder at his insult. You’re throwing your head back as laughter echoes around you; he thinks you look pretty like that. When you calm down and look at Sukuna, he’s got his chin resting on one hand, and you see a softness around him, like his guard is down. This is the widest you’ve ever seen him smile! If he smiles hard enough, he has faint dimples on his cheeks. The more you look at them, you notice that his left dimple is deeper. Sukuna smiling like this is kind of concerning though, so you gently kick him under the table, with your new crocs on, “stop looking at me.” You lean down to grab your heels and the rest of the socks, placing them inside the box before giving it back to Sukuna. He’s still watching you.

“I keep finding myself looking at you,” Sukuna admits, an even softer smile tugging at his lips, “seems like I can’t help it.”

There you go getting flustered again by his unusualness. You grab your burger and push the tray towards him, “the food will get cold soon. Eat.”

♡ ♡ ♡

You’re waltzing around in front of Sukuna, prancing in your cute little black dress and pink crocs while the bag hangs loosely around his fingers. Sukuna takes another look at your feet and he’s honestly surprised that they fit you perfectly. He doesn’t really know your shoe size; all he did was eyeball your feet and he guessed the size using his hand at the croc store, but he’s more than glad that they fit and he’s glad that you like them. His fingers find the pendant beneath his shirt and Sukuna just knows he’s screwed. He’s gonna fucking burn, because he knows. Just kill him now.

“You like them that much?” he asks out loud with his free hand now shoved into his pants pocket.

You spin around to look at him, your hair bouncing with the movement, “I love them. You know,” you check your shoes again, “I never thought crocs were all that cute, but now that I see them on my own feet, they’re really fucking cute. Adorable, and,” you march up to him, your fingers begin to ruffle his gelled back hair, “they match your hair perfectly!”

Sukuna grabs your wrist with gentleness and gazes at you with a stern look, “stop messing with my hair, it’s styled.”

You pout, “it’s night, there’s no one to look good for anymore anyway.”

“There’s still you,” Sukuna admits, a sly glint in his eyes. His tone is soft and as serious as ever, but he is looking at you in such an endearing way that it’s horrifying.

The subtle wind that seems to blow by doesn’t seem to be cold enough to cool the stupid heat that you feel. It came out of nowhere, the heat that you’re feeling. The stars are twinkling in a pretty way above you two and it seems as if everyone else around you are nonexistent. Your sensations feel heightened by miles as you focus on the way his thumb strokes the underside of your wrist. You weren’t sure if it was even possible for Sukuna’s smile to soften even more, but it is, because he’s doing just that. Shit. But then you remember who you are and where you both stand. You’re friends, and Sukuna likes Kaede, you’re sure of that; and don't forget that you’re literally talking to someone right now. For fucks sake, you just had a date with Kazuya, so you scoff, “you’ve seen me in my ugliness. From early morning to night, no makeup and comfort clothes. There’s no me in your list.”

Sukuna’s lips jut out and he’d argue with you on that but he’s feeling kind of lazy, so he just lets you win, “yeah, you’re right.”

Your jaw falls open in offense at how easy Sukuna’s answer changes. With a click of your tongue, you pull your hand away from him and turn around to walk again, “well you’re not on my list either, just so you know.”

His arm drapes around your shoulders as he pulls you closer to him, making sure you’re tucked snugly beside him as he chuckles, “I can change that. Just you wait.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

You slap your own hand over your mouth after speaking so casually. You know that your eyes are blown wide, but you’re just as surprised as Sukuna is. There’s a split second of Sukuna’s eyes searching yours before they shine with mischief, “you take everything too seriously. I’m only joking with ya, halfie.”

Despite Sukuna saying that, you noticed the slight tension in the air. He had no problem smiling all night, but after you said that he stopped. He talked here and there but it felt like empty conversations. He didn’t even say anything snarky when you texted Kazuya goodnight. It felt weird in general. It feels worse than the first few times you guys hung out because it’s just as quiet as those days were; maybe even more. Sukuna has made it obvious that he’s been holding back on smoking around you, but tonight he’s just smoking cigarette after cigarette. You’re seated on a concrete platform while he’s leaning against a building wall, pulling out his hundredth one. His hand hovers over the cigarette as he lights it and then he shoves his lighter back into his pocket. God, the air is so thick.

“Are you bored or something?” you ask plainly. Your head is cocked to the side as you stare at his figure. He isn’t looking at you. He’s watching everyone else but you. Sukuna takes a longer drag, holding the smoke in his lungs before he blows it out and watches the smoke dissipate in the air.

He finally glances at you, an artificial smile painting his face, “nah, just smoking away from you so you won’t smell.”

You walk towards him and lean against the wall as well, keeping a small distance between the two of you, “you’re smoking more than usual.”

“My bad.”

That’s all he says before he takes one last drag. He brings his foot up, putting the cigarette out on his soles before tossing it into a nearby trash can. Sukuna’s strides are long and fast, so he whips his head around to look at you, “come on. Time to go home.”

You stall in front of the gate, looking up at Sukuna with big eyes, “Thanks for the shoes, Sukuna.”

He handed you the bag, a frown still on his lips, “don’t mention it. It’s not a big deal.” He looked at the gate and then back at you, “I should probably get goin’. Don’t want your parents yellin’ at you all over again.”

This is weird. Really weird. Sukuna always stalls. He always wants to stay with you longer, but this time it’s him dismissing you. The night started out so fun. How did it get so odd? You clenched the bag as you rocked back and forth on your feet, “you’re really going home?”

He grins, “is that another invite for a sleepover?”

Fuck. What the hell are you doing? There’s a tiny voice in your head that’s telling you to leave him be, but your stupid mouth just keeps running on its own, “if it is?”

Sukuna stands a bit straighter as he examines your body language. You’re so cute when you’re being indecisive with yourself, but that also annoys the fuck out of him. Hm, what should he do? He takes a step closer to you and brings his hand to the top of your head, giving you an affectionate pat, “sorry, not tonight.”

It’s so weird to you. Is this what it feels like to get rejected? Although it’s not a serious subject, it still kind of hurts. Or maybe it’s the fact that Sukuna suddenly feels farther away from you. Or, are you just not used to his dismissiveness? Your chest feels so heavy with guilt that you truly don’t know what to do. What are you supposed to do in this kind of situation exactly? You don’t even know why you’re feeling all of these things. Trust, you’re a confused mess. The moment you feel Sukuna’s hand slip away from you, you step closer to him and make a weird noise as you do so. The small sound coming from you stops Sukuna from leaving and he quirks a brow at you, “what was that?”

“I uh,” your face flushes as embarrassment settles in, “have a goodnight, Sukuna.”

You’re fumbling with your keys while he continues to watch you. It’s really only making you more nervous, so it’s taking you longer to unlock the gate. Once you hear the click, you look at him once more and wave. Sukuna’s head nods up in acknowledgement and then he walks away from you.

“Night.”

♡ ♡ ♡

Maybe it was just a weird night for you, because the next few days were like normal. No one bothered to mention the tension, so you assumed you were both just exhausted from a long day. Today is a new day, a new week. Kaede wanted to meet up with you, so you’re currently waiting for her in the busy plaza. There’s a parade going on as well, so the streets are filled with people, not that you mind.

“Y/n!”

Kaede is running at you at full speed with a smile and panicked eyes. Somethings definitely up. You raise your eyebrows and shake your drink around to mix the flavors more, “what’s up?”

She pauses to take deep breaths, “Sukuna,” she points behind her and takes another deep breath, “he’s after me!”

You weren’t even aware that they were here together, but you try not to let your surprise show. They’ve grown closer. You know that. You can see it. She can play around and joke with Sukuna just like you can; it’s a bit disheartening but that’s okay too. Still, you pat her arm, “why would he be after you?” You take another sip of your drink as she laughs serenely.

“I slapped his ass in front of a crowd and called him a deadbeat,” she explains lightheartedly. She’s so bubbly that it kind of makes you feel like you’re dull and boring. Wait. She slapped his ass? You choke on your drink, nearly spitting it out before catching yourself.

“Are you an idiot?!” your eyes grow even bigger as you search around her for a big man with pink hair. When you don’t see any sign of him, you sigh, “you almost made me spit my drink out due to your stupidity. What in the world made you think that was a good idea?”

Kaede shrugs nonchalantly, “I dunno? I wanted a reaction out of him.”

When you think about how caught off guard Sukuna must’ve looked, you laugh a little, “so you chose death? He will come after you and he will kill you, Kaede.”

She crosses her arms and puckers her lips, asking for a sip of your drink. You don’t hesitate to share, “drink more. It’s really sweet.”

When she’s rejuvenated, she snickers, “he would never.”

You’d like to differ. With a click of your tongue, your eyes squint narrowly at her, “oh, he would. I can already see it–”

“Kaede! Get your ass over here!”

Sukuna’s voice echoes loudly, gaining everyone’s attention as they watch him approach you both. He has a big frown on his lips, his eyebrows are pulled down, causing a deep crease between his eyebrows, and his nostrils are flared, probably from him trying to catch his breath running all around the area.

You laugh at the situation, “oh shit, you’re in trouble.”

Kaede squeals with excitement, “move! Hurry, y/n! Hide me!” She shoves herself behind you while her hands grab at your clothes tightly.

You, however, are not getting involved in this mess, so you try to step away from her, “No! You got yourself into this. I’m not helping you.”

Sukuna stands tall above you as he grins in an evil way, “y/n, hold her for me!”

“Oh no, I’m not getting involved,” you say. You’re almost sure that a lot of people are staring at you three, and it’s kind of embarrassing to get this much attention.

Sukuna scoffs at your audacity, “too late, you already are.” He grips your upper arm with force and leans down closer to you, “since you don’t wanna help me, you’re also in trouble.”

In that moment, you break free from Kaede and Sukuna, “Shit.”

He smirks triumphantly at you and Kaede, “I’ll give you both to the count of ten.”

You reach for Kaede’s hand and take off with her, not even bothering to look back as you shout, “Run! Let’s go, Kaede!”

Someway somehow, you and Kaede dispersed. One second, she was with you and the next she was gone. It might’ve been because you both saw Sukuna’s pink hair in the distance, but you really weren’t trying to get caught up in their little game (even if you were already involved). People are looking at you like you’re crazy too, because they’re wondering why you’re so busy running around. Though you did apologize to the few people you’ve bumped into, they just continued on their way like nothing even happened. Fuck. In the midst of the crowd, you just so happened to lock eyes with Sukuna, and he was currently marching over to you with a look of content. You quickly tossed your empty cup into the bin and they started running again. You have no idea where Kaede is, you can only hope she’s nearby. Now you’re near an area with grass and though it’s still littered with people, there’s not as much. It has enough space, so you know you’ll no longer bump into people. Just when you thought you’d lost him, you heard his voice from a distance behind you.

“Stop running off so far.”

You turn around like a cat on defense, “afraid you can’t catch up?”

Sukuna’s chest is heaving as he catches his breath, but he still looks handsome like this. With every step he takes towards you, you take a step back. He pushes his gelled hair back, “no, I don’t feel like wasting my energy by walking fast or running.”

“Oh come on,” you tease, your lips curving higher, “catch me if you can.”

This makes Sukuna’s smile grow more sinister, “is that a challenge?”

Your heart is pounding so much due to the fear and excitement of being chased around and getting caught. There’s curiosity eating at you as you wonder what it’d feel like to be a small animal being hunted by a predator. Would it feel like this? You know it’s only exciting and thrilling because you won’t actually be eaten alive, but still, curiosity is part of human nature. You bounce a bit as you shuffle backwards, “I believe it is.”

Sukuna’s long legs take even bigger strides, closing the gap between you quickly, “and if I catch you?”

“Then you can have whatever you want.”

“Deal,” Sukuna’s voice drops an octave lower while the red hue in his eyes glistens, “you can’t take back your words.”

Of course not. There’s a soft giggle emerging from you as you continue to taunt him, “it’s not like you’d request something crazy, so deal.”

You don’t know when or why you stopped walking backwards. Did he captivate you that much in the short span of you both talking? If so, Sukuna’s playing along with you because he’s keeping space between you; about three steps. He laughs really loud while his head drops forward to hide his face. Whatever evil thought he has going on in his head makes you nervous, but that’s just how Sukuna is. A playful menace with mood swings. One of his hands comes up to his mouth, covering his sinister smile as he finally raises his head again to look at you. He takes one last glance at you, “that’s where you’re wrong, y/n. Better run fast–”

You immediately book it! You can feel yourself smiling as heavy footsteps chase after you, Sukuna still talking.

“’Cause here I come!”

It’s kind of scary how close he sounds. It’s like he was purposefully letting you and Kaede get away earlier. Now that you’ve made a deal with the devil, it seems like he’s determined to get you. You’re seriously running with all you’ve got, not caring for all the staring eyes anymore. Your heart is pounding so hard that you’re scared you’re about to drop dead of a heart attack, but your will to win this little game is strong. You start running on the grass instead of concrete, which is a big mistake because it seems to have slowed you down. You know that you should never look behind you because it’ll only slow you down, but you do so anyway. To your surprise, he’s not there. Huh. Good. You keep running with all your might when you suddenly hear something coming to you at full speed. For some reason, you’re unsure of what direction it's from, but then a big pair of muscular arms wrap around you from behind and wrestles you to the ground. Talk about no discrimination. Sukuna does not play easy with women.

“Got you!”

Sukuna laughs with victory as his arms squeeze you even tighter against him. You begin to thrash around but it doesn’t seem to be helping. With no other choice, you manage to wriggle around enough to sort of face him and you bite down on his bicep. Sukuna immediately releases you with a hiss and checks his arm while you get up and start to run again, “no you don’t!”

The sting in his arm is forgotten as he begins to chase you again, “so that’s how you wanna play huh? Little cheater!”

He still sounds so close, which sucks, but you keep going, “we never made any rules!” Before you could even take another step, you’re caught in his arms again, “whoa!”

“Gotcha! No more running off now,” Sukuna’s lips are dangerously close to your ear, so whatever he says sends a tickling sensation down your spine and you’re laughing and wriggling in his hold again. His hold on you tightens once more, so you give up, “alright, you caught me. What do you want?”

Sukuna releases you but spins you around so that you’re facing him again. Both of his hands stay planted on your shoulders, “I won’t ask for my prize right now, but just know that you owe me. Big time.”

Your jaw slacks at his response. Are you kidding? All of this running just to be told to wait? You’d rather just give him whatever he wants now. Your arms cross against your chest as the small breeze cools the both of you down a bit, “just tell me now. You’re making me nervous.”

Sukuna laughs again while still catching his breath, “nah, I’d rather get my prize later, you little cheater.”

“We never made rules!” you argued, chortling when Sukuna wrapped an arm around your shoulders to drag you along with him. He looked down at you through the corners of his eyes while his lips curved into his usual smug smirk, “you played dirty.”

The sound of your tongue clicking for the nth time echoes through the air, “as if you don’t. You tackled me to the ground.”

“You got that right. I don’t discriminate,” Sukuna cheerfully shouted.

When you guys couldn’t find Kaede, Sukuna called her and told her to meet up at a nearby restaurant. She waltzed through the doors with a happy smile, “I see I won.”

“I let you win,” Sukuna said boredly.

You watched as she chose to sit beside Sukuna instead of you. It didn’t particularly bother you, but you would’ve preferred if she sat by you. It’d make you feel less lonely, you guess. You lock eyes with Sukuna once more, more because you’re irritated that he won’t tell you what he wants. You spent the whole time walking here asking but he wouldn’t budge. He’s pretty fucking stubborn. He was talking to you just fine before Kaede got here, and now he’s quiet. Gosh, could he be more obvious? As you’re dissing him in your head, you feel a sudden kick to your knee.

Your eyebrows immediately pull down as you glare at him, “what was that for?!”

He glances over at Kaede and then back at you, “you wanna order something? You usually eat by this time.”

“Oof,” your voice falls small. Kaede is looking at you with expectant eyes but you’re not really hungry right now. After stalling for a few more seconds, you shrug, “I’m not that hungry right now, but you two go ahead and order.”

“Nope, you gotta eat,” Sukuna leans back into the booth and waves a waiter over. He doesn’t even ask you what you want and proceeds to order for the three of you. His bitch ass stopped to ask what Kaede wanted though. You said you weren’t hungry but it would have been nice if he just let you choose. The moment your waiter leaves, Sukuna turns to Kaede and begins to talk about whatever. Is it just you or does it sound like he’s talking in a low tone on purpose? You can barely hear what they’re talking about and now you feel like an intruder. Again, you try not to look bothered, so you whip out your phone and begin to text Kazuya. He reads your message right away and responds eagerly, but as the conversation goes on, you just can’t find it in yourself to feel interested in the topic.

The food arrives shortly but you’re mainly just poking around at it and taking a few bites here and there. Sukuna is totally emerged in Kaede, so if you slipped away right now, you’re sure that they wouldn’t notice. There goes that feeling again; the one in your chest. It stings, but it’s not too bad. Are you jealous? Jealous of what exactly? Gosh, Kaede just gets along with Sukuna so easily. You’re about to get up and leave but–

“Down?”

Kaede’s voice rings through your ears and you look up at her with wide eyes, “what?” Shit, you were too busy thinking to yourself to hear what they were saying. Have they been talking to you this whole time? Sukuna sighs out loud, “see? She’s not even paying attention to us.”

Your lips tighten into a thin smile as you kick Sukuna under the table. He winces at the action but doesn’t complain much, “quit kicking me.”

“You started it.” You rolled your eyes at him and then looked at Kaede, “sorry, I didn’t hear anything the two of you talked about. Am I down for what?”

Kaede smiles widely and flashes you her phone. It’s an advertisement for a horror theme park. See, ghost movies and all of that aren’t scary, but what you’re not about to do is put yourself in a situation where you yourself voluntarily gets chased around and scared. Though you know it’ll be fake, it still isn’t a pleasant feeling- however, it seems like these two really want to go and it’s another thing to do today, so you agree. One thing that does bother you is the fact that Kaede does not do well with horror. She’s always afraid, and that’s okay, but you don’t know why she would put herself in a position like that. And what you mean by her getting scared is literally crying and shaking. All the times you’ve watched horror movies with her, she’s screamed. That is why you no longer watch those genres with her.

♡ ♡ ♡

The sun seems to have set faster today because the sky is already painted navy blue with glittering stars along the canvas. You’re really just wishing that the night would end soon so that you could go home and relax. Sukuna hasn’t spoken to you much either, which makes the day drag, in your opinion. He was useful for calling his chauffeur to take you guys to the theme park, but other than that, you two haven’t really talked much.

“I’ll sit in the front–”

“I will,” you cut him off and push by him to take the passenger seat. You don’t have to turn around to see the curious eyes of your friends, you already know they’re doing just that. Kaede quietly pulls Sukuna in the back with her and mumbles, “maybe Kazuya said something to irritate her today.” Now what really makes you mad is the fact that Sukuna whispers something to her and they both giggle about it. What the fuck is so funny? Even the chauffeur can sense the tension, hence he asks if there’s a specific radio station you’d like to listen to. With a shake of your head, you send him a small bow and then look out the window. Why are you even irritated? God, you’re so fucking annoyed with yourself for feeling this way. Maybe you should try to lighten up, since you’re being a downer on their behalf.

When the three of you arrive, you bid the chauffeur goodbye and turn to look at the bustling crowd. The line is pretty long, but given the theme park is gigantic, it’s understandable. Just have fun. Although the line was long, you guys got in and paid pretty fast. Kaede whipped out her phone the second you guys’ stepped in.

“Let’s take a picture of our wristbands.”

Sukuna grunts softly, “seriously?”

“It’s for memories,” you chime in, giving a light smile.

Upon seeing your first smile in hours, Sukuna rolls his eyes and gives in, sticking his hand in beside yours. Kaede squeals with excitement as the camera flashes and she instantly uploads the photo to her socials after captioning it. The crowd is rowdy with people of all ages; most of the crowd consists of teenagers and young adults. There are also scare workers wandering on the fairgrounds with fake weapons and they even go to the extent of jumping out at you or chasing you. You can’t keep count of how many times you’ve seen the warning signs of the workers getting ready to scare you guys. Every time they do, you let out a loud laugh and run away, ditching both Sukuna and Kaede before returning. While it’s funny that Kaede is cowering away and hiding behind Sukuna while he protects her, there’s a sting in your chest. You shove Sukuna away from her and lean onto her instead, wrapping your arms around her waist, “don’t get so scared. It’s fake. They’re just doing their job, Kaede.” You smile down at her, “they’re human, just like us.”

Kaede lets out a sound that sounds like both a cry and laugh, “so are serial killers!”

While she’s right, this is just a theme park. You open your mouth to say something again, but Sukuna beats you, “you’re the one acting tough but running off all the time. Are you sure it’s not you who is scared?”

This asshole. You’re back to bickering with Sukuna until Kaede shoves her way between you and giggles, “I think you guys argue too much.” She grabs your hand and leads you away with her, “let’s all find something to eat and then go into the haunted house.”

Hearing her suggestion makes you laugh out loud, and it's not a cute laugh either, “so what? We can shit ourselves?”

“Y/n’s right,” Sukuna adds, walking behind you, “I don’t think that’s a good idea for you, at least.”

Kaede halts midway and snaps her head back with a fake frown, “it’s sad that you think I’d get so scared I’d shit myself. Just be honest and tell us that you’re too afraid to go in. Y/n and I will go by ourselves.”

“Oooh~ she’s got a point. All big and tough for what, scaredy cat?” You tease, giggling along with Kaede as he just snickers at your dumb little comment.

If anything, you’ve forgotten about your previous irritation as the night goes on. The rowdiness of it all compels you to keep going and you enjoy the screams and reactions from all the other guests as well. It makes things more fun on your end. And well, you’ve had your fair share of sneaking up on people and scaring them too. Oh, and workers too. It’s really funny when they realize that the roles are reversed and then they snap back into character and start chasing you. After waiting for long minutes, your food has finally arrived and you guys were lucky enough to find a small table in the food court area.

Sukuna’s been watching you for a while, so you shoot him a dirty look. He just imitates your expression before giving a small laugh, “seems like you’ve got your appetite back.”

“Well,” you swallow whatever you’re chewing and take a sip of your drink, “all that running and scaring has made me realize just how hungry I am. Besides, I can’t run faster if my stomach is empty.”

Kaede dips her fries into a container of ketchup, “so you plan on ditching us in the horror house?”

It doesn’t even take you a second to think of your answer. Your head cocks to the side as you give her a ‘duh’ expression, “if I have to, then yes!”

“So you are scared.” Sukuna mutters.

“Am not.”

“Are too.”

“Would you two ever give me a day of peace?” Kaede playfully sighs, “every time I hang out with you two, all you do is fight. I’d like it if we could all get along.”

Sukuna’s stupid fingers come for your food again while his face stays smug, “blame halfie. She’s the one who likes to argue.”

“I do not,” you argue, a smile unexpectedly growing on your face as you turn to him, “you’re the one who starts it. You know,” you lean over the table and snatch whatever is in his hand, “I’m starting to think you get off on us arguing.”

He watches you eat the food you stole, and his eyes just can’t stop staring at the way your lips purse. Damn, he’s really curious if you’re a good kisser or sloppy one. Off topic, but since he likes to mess with you, he smirks, “and if I do?”

Honestly, the way Sukuna lets his barriers down around you make doing this so much more fun because you’ve lost count on how many times you’ve thrown salt at him without him expecting it. It's only a small amount, but you quickly toss the salt at him, watching it scatter on his shirt and food. Sukuna’s mouth hangs open for a minute because he didn’t even catch you opening a pack of salt. How distracted was he with you? He quickly reaches over to grab one too, but Kaede intervenes and gives him a stern look, making him give up and point at you, “watch your back, halfie.”

“Watch your back,” you mimic in an ugly way before cackling to yourself.

Kaede continues to eat her food but shakes her head, “to tell you the truth, I don’t even know how you two got along. It seems like you guys are two complete opposites who tire each other out.”

That annoys you. Maybe she didn’t mean much by it, so you’ll let it slide, but it really pisses you off. You and Sukuna get along well sometimes. If anything, he’s the one who clang onto you. Sukuna’s nose scrunches at her remark but his smile still lingers, “we hang out just fine, Kaede. It’s all just playful banter, right, y/n?”

“Right.” The tone of your response is small as your lips purse.

Kaede’s head falls onto your shoulder as she speaks in an apologetic tone, “I’m sorry, y/n. I didn’t mean to piss you off. I meant that you and Sukuna must have a really strong bond, despite the whole opposite thingy.”

Guess you are just sensitive. You muster up a smile and snuggle into her, “it’s okay. Sorry for being grumpy all day.”

Sukuna clears his throat, which makes you both glance at him. When he’s got your attention, he raises an eyebrow, “opposites attract.” He stands up before anyone can protest, “if we’re done eating, let’s get in line for the house thing.”

The walk there has your heart pumping fast. Obviously there are gonna be a lot of jump scares, but you’re just mentally preparing yourself to dip on them as fast as you can and finish first. Kaede’s holding your hand while you guys wait in line, “I feel so hot right now. I think it’s from the blood rush.”

“Want me to buy some water before we get in?” Sukuna offers. He’s on his phone but takes a second to glance down at you guys. You look over at Kaede and she shakes her head, “no. I’ll be alright.”

There are screams resonating from all around but they’re mainly from the area you guys are at. Kaede claims that she’s fine, but you can tell she’s putting up a tough front. She’s nervously fiddling with her clothing and yours all while talking to help distract herself. It’s kind of cute, the way she’s so obviously scared. Sukuna doesn’t seem to notice since he’s still focused on his phone. There’s a heavy frown on his lips while his eyebrows knit into something of irritation. Whoever he’s texting must’ve said something to piss him off. That, or he read something stupid. Kaede seems to have realized the sudden mood change as well, saying as she suddenly jumps up and wraps her arms around both of your waists, “today is supposed to be fun! Get off of your phone please.”

Sukuna huffs, “my friend is here too. Said he wanted to meet up.”

Your eyes brighten almost immediately, “your friend? You only have one more aside from Kaede and I, so is it the hairdresser?”

Kaede’s expression reflects yours, “oh, the one who dyed your hair pink? We’re finally meeting him?”

“I have friends, I ain’t some loner,” Sukuna says as he removes Kaede’s arm from him. He licks his lips before looking around, “and yeah, you’re right. The annoying one who did my hair.”

You turn back and see the long line of people behind you guys and can’t help but feel their annoyance when a certain someone comes up to cut to the front. It shouldn’t be too big of a deal since it’s only one more person, unless he brought other friends with him. The thought of meeting one of Sukuna’s friends makes you a bit happier on the inside though because it feels like another step closer. Well, a step closer into his life, that is, since he’s usually secretive and shit. Sukuna looks back at you, “nervous?”

“Sort of,” you look around through the crowd as well since you’ve only seen him once before from a distance.

He releases a heavy sigh, “don’t be. It’s just Gojo. He’s a bit over friendly, so don’t get overwhelmed.” Before you know it, Sukuna is pointing a stern finger at you and Kaede, “and if he’s flirting with you, just remember that he doesn’t mean it. That’s just his style of talking.”

Kaede giggles in an amused tone, “so he flirts with everyone? Men too?”

“Yeah,” Sukuna hums, nodding his head firmly, “I don’t think he discriminates.”

Kaede continues to look through the big crowd of people with Sukuna, “so what is he wearing? So it’s easier to point him out.”

Sukuna’s hand runs through his hair and he pinches the ends of them, “he’s got bright ass hair. I’m talking platinum white. Just look for that and some round goofy glasses.”

“Yo, Sukuna!”

A shout comes from your right side, making all of you guys look at the same time. There he stands, waving both of his hands like some hyper kid who is happy to see his friends after a long school break. His hair looks soft and it’s so bright that it gives off the illusion it’s glowing at night, just from the moon reflecting off of it. Unlike what Sukuna said, he isn’t wearing round goofy glasses. He’s dressed in street fashion similar to Sukuna’s and he looks pretty tall. He makes his way towards you guys and steps over the chains, not even caring about all the people he just cut.

“Hi hi!”

He greets you and Kaede with a cheesy grin and just based off of that, you can tell that he and Sukuna are complete opposites. Is that what he meant earlier when he said opposites attract? You both bow towards him in a respectful manner and watch as he pulls his grouchy friend in for a hug. Sukuna barely hugs the man back before pushing him away, “this is Yamamoto Kaede and this Ichihara y/n. Don’t be annoying.”

The man with bright hair greets Kaede first, “I’m Gojo Satoru, but you can call me Satoru.”

Kaede nods along, “it’s a pleasure to meet you. You’re pretty good at dying hair, maybe I should come to your business some time.”

Satoru beams brightly, “oh, please do! I like to test colors and try new techniques, so if you’re willing to let me do whatever to your hair, then it’s free. If not, just give me a heads up and I’ll give you a friendly discount~”

He’s so funnily shameless, advertising himself and his business like that. It makes you laugh out loud and his full attention turns towards you. Now that you’re looking at him up closely, you can see that his eyes reflect the morning sky. If you look closer, it kind of looks like there are subtle clouds in them; or he’s going blind… anyway, he’s tall too. Super tall. Sukuna is around 184cm, so this man has to be around 190cm.

“Nice to meet you, Gojo-san,” you greet warmly.

Satoru’s smile stretches even further, “drop the honorifics, y/n. Just call me Satoru and my heart will be at ease.”

You look at Sukuna, who is busy talking to Kaede and then back at Satoru, “is that okay with you?”

“I view everyone as my friend, so no need to worry,” he reasons, still smiling kindly.

“Satoru,” you say for yourself. He’s got a pretty cool name, just like Sukuna. You take a step forward with said man, “Satoru, how did you become friends with Sukuna?”

He ponders for a bit with a playful glint, “oh that? It’s a long story. Too long.”

“I tried to kill him,” Sukuna answers, laughing joyously afterwards.

“Language,” Satoru scoffs.

Sukuna’s whole body turns around so he can look at you two, “as if you care. It’s the truth.”

“Okay, it is,” Satoru admits, his head lolling to the side, “but all that matters now is that we are friends.”

Kaede decides to join in on the conversation as well, “should I be concerned for my wellbeing?”

“Yes.”

“No.”

Kaede’s smile drops momentarily, “so which is it?”

Satoru chuckles, “um, a little bit of both?”

You’re caught up in laughing at Kaede’s concern, but then Sukuna smiles down so warmly at her and pats her head, “I won’t hurt you, Kaede. Don’t even worry your pretty little head off.”

While you don’t know, a pair of crystalline eyes bore into you, watching your expression morph from joy into that of bitterness. It only lasts for a short second, but he knows he saw it.

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I Love You, Always

Sukuna x Reader

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Warning: Masturbation, solo (m), not too detailed but still there, guilty feelings, mentions of watching porn, Sukuna just really needed to bust a nut lol.

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Sukuna wakes up when his body begins to feel too hot. Way too hot. He doesn’t want to open his eyes but he does. It’s still dark, so he must’ve only been asleep for an hour or so. You’re still wrapped up in his arms, and he really enjoys it. His stupid little heart is pounding just at the thought of being able to sleep near you, and when he realizes his own thoughts, he groans and pulls away.

Sukuna moves slowly, carefully detaching himself from you so he doesn’t disturb your sleep. Once he’s a good distance away from you, he barely sits up, his fingers reach for the hem of his sweatshirt and he’s pulling it over his head in less than a second, leaving him in only his white tank top. Sukuna tosses his sweatshirt onto the floor and lays back down. He seriously can’t believe you actually let him stay over again. He would’ve gone if you told him to, but he appreciates the fact that you might not hate the idea of him staying. With that in mind, a reluctant smile crawls onto his lips and he turns onto his side again and wiggles closer to face you. It’s completely dark, so he can’t really see you, but he can feel your light breathing against his skin and it makes him feel even hotter inside. Sukuna wholeheartedly believes that he might be a bit more hormonal than usual, so he won’t think too deeply about this giddiness.

He slides his arm through the crevice of your neck and pulls you close to him again, making sure your face is against his chest, but at an angle so you can still breathe. His other arm slithers over your waist to make sure you’re completely pressed against him. He feels whole when the two of you make any kind of contact, but this has to be his favorite. Sukuna nuzzles his chin on the crown of your head and closes his eyes once more, falling asleep shortly after.

♡ ♡ ♡

Your eyelashes flutter open and you can only see white. It’s then that you realize you’re staring into Sukuna’s chest, so you try to move. You can’t. His hold on you is quite firm, keeping you in place. With small movements, you begin to wriggle and writhe but he grumbles sleepily and drags you forward, quite literally shoving your face between his two pecks. Your face flushes hot almost immediately and you try to push back, “Sukuna!” your whisper reaches deaf ears because he doesn’t hear you. With no other option, you open your mouth and bite down on his left chest, hard.

“Fuck!” Sukuna winces and immediately releases you from his hold, pushing you away from him. His hand comes flying to his chest and he rubs the now bruised and swollen area, “Y/n, what the fuck?”

“You wouldn’t let me go,” you reason, now sitting up in bed. Your room is brightly lit up from the sunlight outside and it makes you wonder what time it is. You grab your phone and curse when you see that it’s noon. It really isn’t surprising since you and Sukuna stayed up very late. Your mouth falls agape when Sukuna is too silent, so your eyes follow his hand. There are light blotches of red seeping through his tank top where you bit. You broke through skin. You reach out towards him, “Sukuna, I’m sorry–”

“It’s fine.”

Sukuna cuts you off and turns around so that his back is facing you. The reason? Because he’s bricked up, again. He’s turned on because you bit him, and he doesn’t know why he liked it so much because it hurt, but it also brought him some sort of wicked pleasure. Man, he really needs to relieve himself or something. He feels a small hand grip onto his shoulder and he’s flipped onto his back again. Your gaze pierces through his and without words, he knows you want him to sit up. He complies, until your fingers are grabbing the hem of his tank top and you’re lifting.

Sukuna’s brows pull down, “whoa! What the hell are you doing?” His hands fly towards yours and he snatches your wrists.

His tone is now defensive and dangerous, but it doesn’t faze you. You deadpan at him as his hands squeeze even tighter, “Sukuna, let me see.”

No way. That can’t happen. Sukuna has a raging boner right now and he really doesn’t want you to see it because it will scare you away. He’s sure of it. Another thing is, you stripping him might only make the situation worse for him. You know, he’s not some horny dog or anything, but with the amount of times he’s gotten dirty thoughts about you, he’s sure it’s dangerous.

“I said it was fine!” Sukuna growls loudly at you but you don’t flinch. He continues to glare at you, “the bite doesn’t hurt.”

“I let you stay the night, so stop being a fucking brat and listen to me.” You’re more serious than usual and he can see that you’re not joking around, so he tugs your blankets higher above his waist with his other hand and releases your hands. You wanna strip him? Fine. Don’t go running when there’s tension then.

You huff out a sigh, clicking your tongue before you place your fingers at the bottom of his tank top again. You slowly begin to lift his shirt with steady eyes and then you pull the fabric over his head. For a second, your eyes connect with Sukuna’s and he has that same hard glare as before. It’s as if he’s acting all hard and badass to scare you; like a lion cornering its prey. It won’t work. A heavy roll of your eye is what you give him before they move onto the wound on his chest. It’s worse than you thought; you didn’t think you bit him that hard. There are light colors of blue and purple that’ll darken within time, the imprint of your teeth is dented into his chest and it bleeds an odd amount of blood. There are some parts that are already starting to dry, so you’re glad that it’s not completely dripping. Your nimble fingers come up and lightly graze the area. Sukuna visibly stiffens, his breathing becoming slightly harder. You decide to pay it no mind and press a little harder as you trace the print of your teeth. Red coats your fingers as you do so but what’s most surprising is that Sukuna doesn’t even make a sound, even when the wound is tender.

Your face leans into his chest to better examine it, “Fuck, I’m sorry. I seriously didn’t think I bit down this hard. It must hurt a lot.”

Sukuna’s left hand rises, his hand landing right below your left elbow. It makes your eyes flick back onto his and you focus on the red hue they cast. The two of you are frozen in your positions as you hold each other’s gaze, then his hand slowly glides up along your arm, until he’s holding your wrist and feeling its pulse. You’d think that the action would’ve tickled but it didn’t. It has your brain sending alerts, but you don’t bother to move away. It’s crazy how his touch can be so delicate. Sukuna’s grip continues to be gentle as he pulls it away from his chest. Gosh, you’re looking at him with such doe eyes that it’s making his erection worse. Would you look at him with the same eyes while his dick is in your– stop. Everything you’re doing makes his skin burn, from your touch, to your breath, to the way you look at him so tenderly. Sukuna knows that you’re doing all of this with no ill intentions, but he really can’t help having these wild thoughts. Maybe he needs to put some distance between you two again or something. Yeah, maybe that’ll help. His very own face leans down so he’s hovering right above your face, “I told you; it doesn’t hurt.” His breath tickles your lips and it’s scary how fast your heart is pounding from being so close to him again.

It’s completely normal to want to lean down and kiss you, right? Yeah, no. He’s fucking lost it. Sukuna’s eyes flick back and forth between your eyes because he wants to know if you feel the same sexual tension as well. Is it just him? Sure, you’re both virgins, but none of you are that clueless, right? You can feel it too, can’t you?

He can see something come to life in your eyes, but it’s gone in a millisecond and instead replaced with something of mischief. You smile up at him cunningly, “you sure? You don’t want me to kiss it better?”

Fucking bitch. You’re playing with him, aren’t you? Sukuna really can’t tell if you’re just being playful or if there’s a dark desire that you’re subtly hinting at. He likes to play cat and mouse with you anyways, so he begins to smirk in a smug way at your suggestion, “oh yeah? Kiss it for me then.”

You’re stunned at his response, that means you’re not thinking the same thing as him. It’s a clear confirmation for Sukuna. You aren’t someone to back down though, so he’ll play along. The air around you is thick but you smile up at him again with a sinister glint, “thought you said it didn’t hurt?”

“Well I lied,” Sukuna’s smirk grows higher and he leans even lower, making sure the tip of his nose bumps yours, “kiss it better. It hurts, y/n.”

There’s a stare off between you two that lasts a couple more seconds before you’re giving up and rolling your eyes, again, a smile still on your lips, “ugh, you’re so annoying. I can never win with you.” Sukuna laughs with you and you both pull away from each other in sync. Sukuna, however, is shocked when you pucker your lips and lean into his chest. It’s as if everything is in slow motion and he can’t push you off in time because he can’t believe you’re this bold.

Warm, supple, soft lips press into his chest and he can feel the blood rush to his dick. He thinks this might be the hardest he’s ever been. If your hand lands in the wrong place, he’s sure you’ll know what’s going on down there. Sukuna’s pupils dilate when he looks down and sees you, still connected to his chest with your eyes closed. The kiss only lasts a couple of seconds but it’s like you’ve been there for minutes. When you pull away from him with a satisfied smile, you’re stunned to see such an expression from Sukuna. Is he shocked? Flustered? You’re not too sure.

“All better?” you ask out loud.

Your voice brings him out of his daze and he scoffs to play it off cool, “yeah, thanks. Can I put my clothes back on now?”

“Yup.”

He’s silent before awkwardly scratching his head, “do you mind picking up my sweatshirt? It’s on the ground on my side.”

You raise a brow, “can’t you get it yourself?”

‘I would, but then you’d see my boner, bitch.’ Sukuna mutters in his head. He gives you an irritated look, “please, halfie?”

“Fine,” you huff. You get off of the bed to go grab his stupid sweatshirt but a knock comes to your door. Three knocks, actually. Fucking shit. How will Sukuna leave and go home? Your parents will be home all day today and you don’t want to risk him being seen sneaking out.

“Y/n? You’ve been asleep for a really long time. Are you awake now?”

It’s your dad. You clear your throat and toss Sukuna his shirt, “I stayed up watching movies all night, I must’ve slept in.”

“Your mom told me. You missed breakfast, did you want lunch? Your mom prepared some curry.”

“I’ll come out to eat in a bit, I’m gonna freshen up since I just woke up.”

“Don’t take too long.”

His footsteps fade out the further he gets. The defeat is obvious on your face as you turn back to Sukuna, “shit, you’re stuck here.”

He laughs boastfully at the funny situation and settles into your bed again, acting like it was his own, “another sleepover? Don’t mind if I do.” He brings the blanket up even higher and sniffs the sheets because they still smell fresh.

Your hand runs through your hair to express your frustration about the situation. It’s what you deserve, you guess, for not thinking about the consequences and shit. You sit there and ponder for a few seconds, thinking of what to do. Sukuna can see your face brighten up a little and you’re back to being chirpy, “I’m gonna go shower and eat. I’ll bring you something when I can and then we can hang out, quietly. You’ll go home as soon as they fall asleep.”

Sukuna pouts to tease you, “awh, no more sleepovers?”

“Uh hello?! Look at the situation we’re in. I’m dead if they see you.” you snap back quite foxily, and Sukuna thinks you’re kind of sexy when you’re mad. Uh, yeah, he definitely needs to relieve himself. Tossing that thought aside, he shrugs, “I’ll be just like a ghost. Even you won’t remember I’m here.”

Today better go by smoothly or else he really can’t come over again. Sukuna really knows no boundaries around you, but it’s not like you’re really trying to fight him off either. Still, it’d be nice if things could just go your way today with no worries. You run around with small steps to gather new clothes all while his eyes follow you. From the way he behaves, he reminds you of a dog. It makes you cackle to yourself before you turn around and give Sukuna a peace sign with your fingers, turn the lock on your door and close it behind you. You shake the knob a few times to make sure that the door is actually locked and when it doesn’t budge, you head towards the bathroom.

♡ ♡ ♡

Sukuna waits a couple of minutes after the door has been closed. When he’s sure that you’re gone, he throws the blanket off and stares at his massive boner. He fucking needs to relieve himself. It’s the only way he’ll stop having such weird thoughts about you. He’d be a fucking dick to masturbate in your room and on your bed though, so he contemplates whether or not he should. His mind argues no but his painful erection says otherwise.

His hands drag down to his waistband and he lifts the fabric slightly to peak at his own dick. There’s precum leaking and he can see the small wet blotch it left on his boxers. Sukuna didn’t mean to, but he instantly remembers the way you tugged off his tank top. He remembers how his skin felt on fire the moment you laid your hands on his chest. Fuck, he loves that you bit him. He loves how it felt. It stung, yes, but the moment it happened, it’s like his dick had a mind of its own and hardened. The fact that he’s been marked by you makes his dick throb harder and he sees new beads of precum leaking out almost instantly.

“Shit,” he mutters under his breath. Don’t even get him started on the way your lips pressed against him. Sukuna understands that the kiss you pressed on him was innocent, with a little playfulness, but he can’t help but feel that it was sensual. God, you’re such a fucking bitch, he swears on his life. Either you’re playing with him because you know that he’s having these sudden thoughts or you’re really just a natural tease. You can kill him later, but he really needs to get this nut out. Sukuna takes his dick out with ease and holds it in his hand, giving himself a long, slow stroke. His thumb runs over his tip, smearing his precum all over and then down his shaft. He can feel his veins protruding and Sukuna has to admit, he has a really pretty dick. It’s big and thick, with the perfect curve.

He’s never actually fucked anyone before, only because he never really gave anyone the time of his day; not enough for them to get to know each other and fuck. Heck, he’s never even talked to a stranger enough for a quickie, he thinks. He was always so immersed in himself. When he’s working at the bar? He’d rather just get his fucking job done so that the night goes by faster. Sure, he’ll flirt with a few women but it was for a good fucking tip. Sukuna is loaded with money, but a part of him likes to make his own because it makes him feel better. He’s a piece of shit, with a shit life and shit family, so the least he can do to make himself feel better is to make some of his own money. He’d make out with a few of his customers too, but it was never enough to actually get him going. A few kisses here and there, making him semi-hard but not interesting or intriguing enough to have him continue and follow them into the bathroom. He’d rather just get back to work and finish so he can go back to wandering on the streets. Mainly to observe and people watch, since it’s what he enjoys the most; no one bothers him too much while he enjoys his own time.

He gives himself another stroke and throws his head back in pleasure when he remembers the way your nipples were perked up against your shirt last night. He could practically see how your breasts look just from that and he just knows they’re pretty. Sukuna groans lowly and brings his palm up to his face. He spits a glob down onto his palm and begins to stroke at a set pace. His cock twitches at the thought of you and he wonders how your lips would feel against his dick. Sukuna closes his eyes when he feels the familiar knot in his stomach. His grip on his dick tightens while he slows down his strokes; he doesn’t want to cum yet. When he thinks he’s edged himself enough, he’s back to pumping himself faster, chasing his own high. Sukuna’s hips begin to thrust up into his own hand and he feels himself getting closer. In the rush of the moment, Sukuna throws his head back into your pillows, your scent haunting his mind while his free hand lifts his shirt up to his chest. A reluctant groan escapes his mouth as he instantly cums onto his own stomach. Cum drips down his knuckles and after his high comes down, his eyes open.

“Fuck,” Sukuna stands as soon as he can, and looks for something to clean himself with. Luckily for him, he finds a box of tissues on your desk and he wipes himself off with a guilty chest. He shouldn’t have done it, but he just couldn’t help it. His dick was so hard that his balls were starting to hurt, so he had no choice, otherwise he’d be in pain for a while. He was gonna be here all day, so that was a no-no. Still, he feels bad about touching himself at the thought of you. One thing is for sure though, and it’s that Sukuna feels better, like a weight has been lifted off of him and he can finally breathe. He can relax again. Yeah, he just needed to bust a nut. Sukuna feels his heartbeat slowing down and suddenly he feels tired, so he buries the used napkins in your small trash can beside the desk and then walks over to your door. He twists the lock so that it’s no longer locked and then he plops down onto your bed. He throws the blankets back over his own head to make sure he’s not visible to any eyes before falling back into a deep slumber.

♡ ♡ ♡

You rush to the bathroom with quick steps, making sure none of your parents see you. Once the door is closed, you turn the shower on, waiting for the water to reach the perfect temperature. Your heart is pounding, oddly so, and it’s not because your dad came knocking on your door. You’ve always been bold on your own, especially with Sukuna, since you both like to mess with each other, but you seriously kissed Sukuna’s chest… what the fuck just happened? Why is your face so fucking hot? Your pussy is quite literally aching…

You begin to strip, leaving yourself in only your underwear. You pull it down slowly and when you do, you can see that your underwear is damp, and you’re wet. Your arousal stretches, stringing from the fabric and your core. The sight is very bizarre. Not that you’ve never gotten horny before and touched yourself, but you’ve never been this wet. It makes no sense to you since all you did was kiss the fucking bite mark you gave Sukuna. The more your mind lingers on the bite, the more apparent it becomes that deep down, you kind of like the fact that your teeth are imprinted in his skin. It’s really weird that you like it, but the human brain can be crazy, right? You stare at your reflection and see that your nipples are perked up as well from the thought, but it’d be super weird to masturbate to Sukuna. You’ve only ever done it while watching porn, so you feel like this would be a sin, since he’s your friend. Besides that, you don’t think you could look him in the eyes if you did touch yourself, so as a way to distract yourself, you hop into the shower.

The water pitter-patters on your skin, giving you a soft massage while your fingers work the shampoo through your hair. After washing off the shampoo and conditioner, you grab a loofah and rub some body wash into it. You drag the soft loofah across your naked skin and over the slopes of your breast but you can’t help the feel of it against your buds. This can’t fucking happen. You try to bring your mind elsewhere, to Kaede. You remember how she and Sukuna interact and it seems to be working because now instead of your core aching to be touched, your chest aches. It’s heavier the more you think of the way they touched each other so easily. How Sukuna called out to her so kindly. He’s such a bad friend to you, how dare he treat her so kind.

After blow drying your hair, you throw your clothes into a hamper and then exit the bathroom, choosing to infiltrate the kitchen. “Good morning,” you sing out. Your mom is sitting at the dinner table with a laptop, her fingers typing away at the keyboard with superspeed.

“Did you sleep well?” She looks up from her screen to see your face and smiles when you’re radiating.

“I did.” You’re too busy making yourself a plate and bowl of curry to see how she raises a curious brow at you. When you feel like her eyes are lingering for too long, you look, “I’m really hungry these days. I missed breakfast, so I’m just making myself more.”

Her fingers come off of the keyboard and she crosses her arms, “your eating habits have worsened and so has your sleep schedule. Are you sure everything is fine?”

There’s heat coming up to your cheeks again because you’re feeling put on the spot. You blink rapidly, “I’m human, mom, those will change overtime.”

You tense up when she squints her eyes at you, almost like she doesn’t believe you. Her eyes narrow as a frown grows, “you’ve been going out more than usual and stay out until it’s sundown. Your sudden change of behavior concerns me, y/n. Should I be worried?”

“You’re overreacting. I’m seriously just having fun with my friends,” you resume placing curry in the bowl, making sure to add extra for Sukuna, especially carrots, “you have nothing to worry about. I come home safe, don’t I?”

Your mom turns her torso to face you, “You say all of this but you could be doing something completely different. You stay out, eat and sleep more.” Her lips pursed in an unhappy way, “darling, are you sure you’re not pregnant? These are signs–”

“I am not!” You cut her off as soon as you hear her absurdness. Your heart beats faster and your face tints a light pink when you imagine a short vision of you and Sukuna being intimate but it’s quickly erased when she shakes her head at you, “I know that you’re not a child anymore, y/n. I have no idea what you’re really doing out there, but I would hope you’re being safe and using protection.” Again, she clears her throat, “I hope you’re telling the truth and are just with friends. All I’m saying is that I’m concerned about these sudden changes about you. You’ve been secretive and less interactive with your father and I.”

You gently lay the ladle in the pot and deadpan at your mom with a serious expression, “I’ve never been with anyone like that. I promise you. There’s no one, I’m just having fun with my friends.” You’re such a little liar, but you like hiding Sukuna away. It's exciting and thrilling.

“Okay, I trust you.” She resumes her work and leaves you alone for the time being.

You close your eyes to clear away the nervousness and go to open the fridge. You sneak two sodas and shove them between your arms while both of your hands grab hold of the dishes. You’re quiet as you walk back to your room. You knock softly. About ten seconds go by and it’s just radio silence. Shit. You’ll have to break into your room.

As you cuss Sukuna out in your head, you place the dishes onto the floor carefully and grab the doorknob. To your surprise, it twists, meaning it’s unlocked. He must’ve unlocked it, fucking dumbass. What would he have done if he got caught? You’d be saving your ass, that’s for sure. You’d bitch and cry about how you don’t know him and he’s a stranger who must’ve broken in. Yeah, you’re a bitch, but if it’s to save yourself then you’re fine with it.

Whatever, you push the door open and grab everything, slowly walking in and placing them onto your desk. You go back to lock the door and then tiptoe towards Sukuna. You pinch the blanket and pull it down, revealing his sleeping figure. He’s laying on his back with one arm raised above his head and the other on his stomach. He looks cute like this, less feisty. Your eyes travel from his soft tuft of pink hair to his eyelashes. They’re thick, long and black. The way the natural light shines on him makes his lashes cast a shadow onto his cheekbones. Then your eyes move towards his nose and it’s so pretty and tall; you don’t even realize that your finger has come up to trace the slope of his nose.

It tickles him and his head twitches to the side to avoid the sensation. While doing so, his soft lips pull apart and he begins to breathe through his mouth. You can’t help but notice how deep of a pink they are, and they look so soft right now. Again, your finger travels towards his lips and you gently press down onto them. You’re surprised again because they’re fucking soft. You don’t know why but you’ve always thought his lips would be dry and crusty, due to how much he fucking smokes. A small giggle comes out from your mouth when his nose scrunches at the tickling on his lips. You pull your fingers away and move towards his chest. They find the area you marked, and you press against it gently.

Sukuna is a motherfucking liar, because he winces in his sleep and lets out a hiss to the pain. It’s cute though, how he tried to act all tough in front of you. A stupid grin grows on your face at the newfound fact but you push down harder to wake him, “Sukuna.”

He doesn’t budge and instead tosses. You’re worried his food will go cold by the time he wakes, so you lean over him and attempt again, really digging into the raw flesh. This time he jolts awake and sits up, his face almost literally crashing into yours. Thank god for your reflexes because you backed away on time to avoid any collision. He looks pretty dazed.

“Your curry is ready to be eaten,” you whisper, pupils blown wide.

“Oh,” Sukuna groggily replies.

He watches you bring over a bowl for him and a plate for you, then you give him his drink. A smile is stained on his face when he sees the amount of veggies you added into his, “that’s a lot of carrots. Am I your rabbit or something?”

“Do you want to be?” You’re teasing him again as you both feast and all he can do it call you stupid.

You hold the spoon in your mouth as you watch him eat wordlessly, “I told you this before, Sukuna. I want to see you healthier and more full.”

His mouth is full, but he replies, “I’m muscular, isn’t that enough?”

“Tch, you’re lean, but muscular doesn’t mean you’re healthy. I’d just like for you to live longer, you know?” You take another bite and talk with your mouth half full, “who knows when those cigarettes will kill you.” You follow his spoon and it goes into your plate. He’s stealing from your plate again, but it makes you feel warm.

Sukuna eats the bite that he stole from you and then scoops from his own bowl. Without hesitation, he brings the spoon to your mouth and waits patiently for you to open. This moment reminds you of how Kaede fed him though, so it makes your chest fall again. Sukuna’s face stays the same and this time, he presses the spoon full of curry to your lips, quite literally forcing you to open your mouth.

You give up with a laugh and open up so he can shove the food in. Sukuna is surprisingly gentle though and when he takes the spoon out from your mouth, he puts it into his own, licking off the remainder of what you didn’t eat. It’s not something you linger on too much though, because you’ve both eaten from the same spoon a few times and he always does that. You think it’s a habit of his. Anyone else might think it’s unsanitary, but not him, and not you either. You’re both talking in whispered voices when your conversation is suddenly interrupted by your phone. It’s a text message alert.

Kazuya: There’s a new drink menu at the cafe that you like. Do you want to try it whenever you’re free?

Sukuna smirks, “your pretty little boyfriend is texting you~ probably wondering where you’re at.” He begins to cackle out loud but you jump over and clamp your hand over his mouth, warning him that your parents are home.

“He’s not my boyfriend, Sukuna. We’re just talking.” your tone is obviously one filled with annoyance.

He looks at your screen along with you, “you gonna tell him you’re with me? Having a playdate and shit?” Despite teasing you like this, his chest swells. Maybe it’s heartburn from the soda… yeah.

You just want to wipe that look off of Sukuna’s stupid little face, so you grab your own spoon and shove a mouthful into his mouth, “just shut up and eat your food.”

While you’re texting Kazuya, Sukuna peeks over again and you bring your hand to your plate, to pick up a few of the chopped carrots. They’re cooked so they’re a bit soft, covered in sauce and rice. You bring your hand up to Sukuna’s mouth and he opens, only for you to shove your fingers in along with the carrots.

Ryomen Sukuna is a fucking menace, because he closes his mouth, lightly biting down on your fingers while your other hand is busy texting Kazuya. When you feel his mouth clamp down, you’re back to looking at him and Sukuna just smirks with your fingers still in his mouth. He grabs your hand, and his tongue skillfully swipes the carrots from your fingers while he’s still biting down. When he’s got you distracted enough, he shoves the carrot pieces to the side of his cheeks and runs his tongue all over your fingers, licking the sauce. He begins to suction his mouth and is literally sucking on your fucking fingers with playfulness in his eyes. This whole thing realistically doesn’t last long but it feels like an eternity. You were too stunned to even pull your fingers out of his mouth, because what sane human being does that to anyone?! Sukuna slowly pulls your fingers out from his mouth and then drops your hand, letting it fall flat onto the bed, all with a smirk still on his stupid ass face. When he’s satisfied with your reaction, he gently pinches at your cheeks and resumes chewing on the carrots you placed into his mouth.

“Aren’t you gonna respond to Kazuha? You didn’t press send.”

“It’s Kazuya…”

He laughs, “yeah, I don’t care.”

♡ ♡ ♡

A month has passed since then. You continued to hang out with Sukuna like normal, just a bit less so that you could attend the “dates” with Kazuya. You’re still only talking to him, but you’re not sure if you really like him or not. He’s a fun guy to be around but he’s not making your heart… flutter? Anyways, Sukuna and Kazuya still haven’t officially met each other because you know that Sukuna would say something to piss him off. Okay, you don’t know that, but you have a feeling that he would, just to tease you or get back at you. Kazuya only knows about Sukuna because he’s always texting you; and you didn’t hide the fact that he was your friend either because frankly, that’s all he is to you. A friend with no boundaries. Sukuna’s been frequently asking about your dates with Kazuya though. He’s a good friend to you, but he does have his moments when you think he’s overstepping. You have a date with Kazuya again and had planned to meet up with Sukuna after.

You were supposed to meet up with Kazuya at eight tonight, so you decided to wear your black dixon mini dress. You’re not too sure why you chose to wear high heels today, but you did. Perhaps it was to get yourself into feeling like this was a date. Your eyes quickly latch onto the soft tuft of black hair and you smile at him while waving delicately, “Kazuya.”

He quickly turns your way and smiles down at you, “You look even more beautiful today, y/n.”

You don’t blush at his compliment, but you nod your head at him and give him a friendly smile, “I could say the same for you.”

Kazuya’s cheeks flush pink and he tilts his head down shyly, “you don’t have to say that. I’m sure you don’t mean it.”

“Kazuya, don’t be silly, you look good. I swear.” You give him an easy laugh and he begins to walk but he waits for you, “Well then thank you, y/n. I appreciate it. I already bought our tickets, so let’s go.”

“Oh, you didn’t have to, Kazuya. I’ll pay you back.” You quickly say, your hands reaching into your tote bag to grab hold of your wallet. He stops you though and shakes his head, “I insist. It wouldn’t be very gentlemanly of me if I let you pay for your part.”

“But–”

“Y/n, it doesn’t bother me. I promise. Shall we go?” he holds his hand out for you but you stare at it. You’ve held his hands when he’s asked for it, but you’re not sure if you should take it or not. When he calls out to you once more, your fingers find his and you begin to walk with him. He’s such a sweet guy, so why isn’t your heart beating? Why doesn’t your heart flutter at his words and actions?

The scenery is beautiful. It’s sad, since they’re all basically imprisoned for human entertainment, but you can admit that it’s a pretty sight to see. You like the fact that you’re encased in blue lighting because of the water all around, it makes you feel a sense of comfort, but, suddenly you remember Sukuna’s sleeping face with the early morning blue casted down on him. You feel Kazuya squeeze your hand a little from excitement of seeing the fish and it makes you smile softly at him. You feel guilty that you’re thinking of another man when you’re quite literally on a date…

Kazuya led you to a different area with more attraction and you gasped at the sight of all the colorful fishes. You grinned together with him as you both pointed towards the different fish. A certain pink-headed man comes back into your mind and you can’t help but want to bring him here too. You think he’d like it, since it was something to look at. The more you walked around with Kazuya, the more the ache in your feet grew. You didn’t want to bother him about it though, since he seemed to be so immersed into marine life. He released your hand a while back to go and admire some of the other fish up close and before you knew it an hour had already gone by. As much fun as you’re having with Kazuya, it doesn’t compare to the fun you have with Sukuna, even when the two of you do literally nothing at times. You’re beginning to walk slower and slower, falling behind and when he finally notices, he widens his eyes and turns back to jog towards you.

“Sorry, I got too excited. Is something the matter?”

He sounds genuinely concerned and it just makes you feel like shit. There’s a lot of guilt gnawing at you because you realized that you aren’t into Kazuya. It might be because you’re physically attracted to Sukuna… you don’t know, okay? You’re new at this shit so you’re very clearly confused. You don’t feel your heart racing with Kazuya, so maybe you only like him as a friend. You only met him a little while back, so it makes sense to you. But still, Kazuya seems to really like you and your current confusion is making you feel ugly inside. You’re a horrible person, you know. Maybe you do like Kazuya, and you just need to give him some more time. Yeah, that could be the case.

You manage to smile up at him and shake your head, “I just thought I’d admire the fish here a little longer, that’s all.”

He’s silent for a few seconds while his eyes search yours. There’s a small pout on his lips but he smiles back at you not too long after, “You should’ve called out to me then.”

The next area he takes you to is the shark tunnel. There’s mutual amazement as you both gape at the sight in front of you, along with all the other people. This area is more filled than all the others and there’s chatting along with the sound of pictures being taken. As terrifying as it is to see big, sharp toothed creatures, it’s an amazing sight to see. You yourself take out your phone and begin to record the area around you for memory’s sake. You catch Kazuya in the frame and he smiles when he sees that you’re recording him as well.

“I’m camera shy~” he sings out. He immediately hides behind his hands and runs out from the frame. It makes you chortle at him before putting your phone away, “it was a cute video, Kazuya.”

You’re actually a little bummed as you exit the aquarium, but right as you turn on your phone, you see that Sukuna had texted you his location twenty minutes ago. Kazuya didn’t mean to snoop but his eyes fell in the direction of a bright screen and landed on your phone, and he read the message just as quickly as you did. When you realize that he saw, there’s a heavy burn to your face and you feel like you’ve been caught red handed, even when Kazuya knows that Sukuna is your friend. You honestly felt like a two-timer, which doesn’t make sense to you. Kazuya looks down and presses his lips into a line, making the deep dimples on his cheeks appear. He looks sullen, but he only contemplates for a few seconds before looking into your eyes again with a forlorn smile, “I would offer to accompany you home, but it looks like you’ve got somewhere to be.”

He’s trying to sound unphased but you can see the dejection in his eyes. Okay, now you really feel like shit. You reach out to grab him but before you can, he raises both of his hands and brings them to your cheeks. They’re warm against your skin and there’s a slight comforting feel to them as he begins to pinch your cheeks gently with a different smile, one that looks like determination, “It’s okay. You can meet up with your friend, just be safe since it’s late, alright?”

The sudden switch up has you at a loss for words, so you’re picking at your brain to form some words. You blink a couple of times while he still smiles so fondly at you, “Kazuya, you can–”

You were going to invite him to come along but he cuts you off, “I wouldn’t want to interfere. He didn’t bother you while you were with me, so I will do the same.” He releases your cheeks and raises his hand to rub the back of your head, “Did you want me to send you to him so you arrive safely?” The way he speaks to you makes you feel so horrible about yourself. Why can’t you just feel the connection with this man? He’s so considerate.

“I can manage by myself but,” your eyebrows pull down, “you really don’t mind?”

“Not at all.” Kazuya removes his hand from you and backs away. He begins to wave at you in tiny, basically sending you off, “enjoy the rest of your night.” You wave at him as well, “Thank you for tonight, Kazuya. I had fun.” Everything suddenly feels so bittersweet to you. As you’re walking away, you turn around and see him. He’s still standing there with a smile and he waves at you once again, still in the cutest, tiniest way possible and shouts, “until next time, y/n!”

♡ ♡ ♡

You would’ve gone home to change out of your clothes but Sukuna wasn’t too far so it’d be like backtracking. When you arrive, you’re not surprised to see him smoking on the swing set. Sukuna’s head raises up at the sound of your heels and stands as soon as he sees you. He eyes you before he quickly puts his cigarette out on the sole of his shoes, “You’re late.” He tosses his cigarette down on the floor and strides towards you but halts when he catches your glare. “Ugh,” he groans, rolls his eyes, turns around and then picks up the cigarette, “first you’re late and now you want me to pick up my trash.”

You choose to ignore his last complaint, “Sorry, these heels are slowing me down.” You kick up your shoes for him to see and he nods nonchalantly before ushering you with his head to start walking again. How cruel, your feet were really hurting. You were trying to hide it when you were with Kazuya. You were sure he wouldn’t have complained or anything but you really didn’t want to seem like a complainer.

The two of you have been walking on the sidewalk, passing by many places for quite some time now and Sukuna is purposely walking slower for your sake. You’re busy telling him all about your date and how Kazuya took you to an aquarium nearby. This guy named Kazuya even paid for the whole thing when you insisted on paying your part. He seemed gentleman enough, but that was the bare minimum. Sukuna listened quietly as you yapped away, giving a small “mhm” or “wow” every here and there. He was more focused on your stupid walk. You started off a bit strong but as the walk continued, you began to slow down and wobble. It wasn’t too noticeable if you weren’t paying attention, but Sukuna was.

In the middle of the sidewalk, you halted and stared up at him to let out an airy laugh, “Hug me, I’m going to fall.” Sukuna shook his head at you but took two steps in front of you. Without saying much, he opened his arms and pulled you in for a hug, smothering your face between his chest, “It’s those damn high heels you’ve got on.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at him, “They’re pretty.” you muttered into his chest.

You sounded sulky to Sukuna and he realized that he kind of enjoyed the sound. He let out a hum in agreement to your statement, “Yeah, they are.” He pulled away enough to stare into your eyes and shook his head again with a lopsided smile, “Not worth it though if you can’t walk properly.”

“You’re so annoying,” you say before clicking your tongue and scowling. Sukuna just chuckles and releases you from the hug. His retraction makes you feel cold, you want to feel his warmth again. Sukuna hurriedly turns around and kneels without a word so you furrow your eyebrows in confusion, “What are you doing?”

He looks back at you with a straight face, “Get on my back, I’ll carry you. Give you a piggyback n shit, just like you always ask for.”

This would be a completely cute view to outsiders if they had not known that you two were just friends. Well, it’s still cute regardless. You contemplate while the ache in your feet grows, “Why now? You never want to give me a piggyback ride.” The memory of Sukuna’s stupid pity towards you floods your mind since that’s the only time he really offered it.

Sukuna abruptly stands back up and begins to walk away, “Fine, keep suffering then.” Your eyeballs nearly pop out of their sockets and you shakily run after him, grabbing hold of his shoulder, “Ah! No, I’ll get on!”

Ugh, he’s really so annoying. Sukuna has on his shit eating grin and he kneels back down before you while a few people pass by you two, “That’s what I thought.”

You bite the inside of your cheeks as realization dawns upon you, “I have a dress on though, Sukuna. Can I borrow your jacket?”

He groans out loud, loud enough for everyone passing by to hear. It makes you laugh out loud and you throw your head back as you enjoy his irritation. Sukuna stands up again and hastily turns around to face you. He stays quiet as he aggressively pulls his jacket off of himself and steps closer to you. You’re really too busy laughing at his expression to mind his aggression. Sukuna brings the jacket behind you and quickly ties it around your waist, making sure the sleeves are double knotted against you.

The sudden tightness makes you gasp for air, “Too tight.” You barely squeeze out. You pull at the sleeves to loosen them while Sukuna smirks down at you lazily, “There, now stop bein’ a brat and get on before I change my fucking mind.”

You happily lean down onto his back and let your weight settle onto him as he stands easily. Sukuna’s arms are tucked tightly under your thighs and he jumps up once more to make sure you’re firm in place. Just for teasing you, while he’s busy walking, you tighten your hold around his neck and choke him, “Thank you!”

Sukuna coughs a few times before releasing one of your legs to smack at your arms, “Quit it or else I’ll leave you in the streets.” You know his threats mean nothing, so you just laugh along with him and nuzzle your face into his hair while giggles erupt from you. You inhale his scent since you’ve grown so fond of it. He still smells like citrus and cigarettes. The action makes you both feel squeamish inside but it’s something you’d never say out loud.

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“Bye!” You shouted to Sukuna and then immediately turned back around. You didn’t wait for Sukuna to say anything back but the moment you weren’t facing him, you felt your smile drop. He had a really good time with Kaede, and that’s great. You should feel great and happy about that. So why don’t you? Why do your insides feel all twisted and weird?

After getting into the lyft, you sit and think in the backseat. You were definitely attracted to Sukuna, but there’s no way you like him. He’s a fucking dick to you. Okay, maybe he’s not a complete dick, but he’s just so annoying at times. You know one thing for sure and it’s the fact that you’re jealous. You’re jealous that Kaede so easily got along with Sukuna. They were so natural and he only called her name. He was nicer to her than he was to you. It’s really annoying. He’s the fakest fucker out there. Smiling with his teeth and shit, taking goofy photos willingly for her and then openly teasing each other. The way he teases her is different from you and it makes you feel left out. He teases her nicely whereas he continues to poke fun at you about being mixed, calling you halfie and shit. Oh, and about how big your head is! It is not big! His head is big! Big and full of himself. You told him to be nice, but you didn’t expect him to be so obedient to Kaede.

You see his string of text messages as you lay in bed. Your stomach doesn’t hurt at all. Your heart does, oddly so. You’re just upset about this whole friend thing. He’s nicer to her than he’s ever been to you. Your feelings are valid, right? You’re not being overdramatic? Right?? You’re glad your read receipts are off. You decided to mute him and play on your phone all day long, watching whatever was interesting. They must be having a great time together though. They were definitely flirting. Damn it. Now you’ll be third wheeling forever. Is this why you held back on introducing them so long? Because deep down you knew that there’d be an attraction between the two and it’d ruin your friendship with Sukuna? Well, not that it’d be ruined, but now it wouldn’t be just the two of you… You liked how it was, just you and him. Kaede shouldn’t be a problem at all, if she’s willing to be his friend. You know that Sukuna is charming in his own way, so she might get swayed. God, there’s a million thoughts running through your mind right now. Hopefully you were just misreading everything, and everyone sees each other platonically. Throughout the day, you tried your best to avoid looking at his messages. Watching kdramas and tiktoks helped distract you enough and before you knew it, you were slumped and knocked out.

♡ ♡ ♡

Sukuna groaned as the sunlight hit his face. His eyelids shut tighter and he lazily stretched out onto the bed. Like always, the other side of his bed felt empty. Regardless, he really wanted to sleep in more but knew he had to get up. The first thing Sukuna did was check his phone. No messages. Hm. He wouldn’t let that bother him. Yet. With a now heavy pout, he decided to get ready for the day. While their housemaid served him breakfast, he couldn’t help but check again since it had been nearly an hour.

“Still no reply…” Sukuna’s iris shook for a split second. He really didn’t want to think you were ignoring him. You did say your stomach was hurting, so maybe that’s why you’re still asleep?

Sukuna ^.^: Halfie, wake up soon so I know if you’re okay or not.

The tomago kake gohan suddenly tastes bland but he finished the rest and went to lounge on the expensive couch that was completely useless since no one was ever home to use it. Did time always pass by this slowly? Sukuna spent about ten minutes dwelling and then brought the screen back up to his face. Damn, still nothing. “Something’s wrong” he softly muttered to himself. The feeling in his chest was proof that something was wrong.

Sukuna ^.^: Are you upset with me? Was I not impressionable enough yesterday? Maybe I should’ve tried harder to get along with Kaede? Was it something I did?

Sukuna ^.^: Y/n, this isn’t easy for someone like me. I’m trying my hardest. I really just hope that it’s your stomach that’s hurting and it’s not something I did. I’ll see you soon.

Halfie: Sorry, I just woke up. I took a lot of medicine, so I must’ve slept for a very long time.

Sukuna ^.^: Oh, now you respond…

Halfie: Sorry.

Sukuna ^.^: Don’t be. I’m glad you’re awake. Now I can go bother you.

Halfie: Sorry, I’m busy with my family today. Next time.

Sukuna thought it was weird that you were busy. You would’ve told him yesterday if you had plans today, but maybe it slipped your mind since you were so occupied with him and Kaede yesterday. He decides to leave the conversation as it is. Sukuna doesn’t fully believe you since you said you’d see him today before you ran off and abandoned him at the theme park. He thinks he didn’t live up to your expectations, so maybe he’ll invite Kaede out again today and try harder? He swears he was on good behavior, but you must be a brat with high ass expectations. But seriously, what the fuck do you expect from someone like him? You knew he was kind of shitty. You should never expect much from shitty people, that’s how you screw yourself over. Sukuna pushes his styled hair back and begins to text Kaede, asking if she’s free again since you’re too busy for him.

♡ ♡ ♡

Kaede is pretty. She’s got her long soft hair unstyled today and she has on a casual outfit. He has a problem with her choice of shoes though. They’re white converse. He was planning to hang at the train tracks but now he can’t, since he’s being mindful of her. They take a bullet train to wherever.

“Y/n tells me that you two just go out on adventures. I’m assuming that’s what we’re doing?” Kaede asks with a soft voice. Her eyes linger on his and he gives her a thin smile, “Yeah. Probably just gonna hang and smoke. You don’t mind, right?”

She laughs for a short second and nods her head at him, “I don’t.”

They weren’t too far from home, just in some public area. Sukuna didn’t really pay attention, honestly. He pulls out a cigarette and begins to smoke like he always does. He forgets about Kaede for a while since she’s so quiet, but when he does remember her, he turns and sees that she’s just watching the people around them too. Good, this was fine with him. It’s what you and he do all the time, so maybe hanging with Kaede alone wouldn’t be too bad. Sukuna gently taps his cigarette and lets the ash fall to the ground.

This time Kaede looks at him. Her hair is moving with the slight breeze and she points to his cigarette, “Can I try?”

Sukuna has always been mindful of you. You’re not a smoker and if you asked, he’d simply say no. Smoking is a bad habit and he can’t let you develop it. That’s also why he’s reduced his smoking habit around you, you know, so you don’t get secondhand smoke too much. He already kind of feels bad that you go home smelling like cigarettes. Yeah, he remembers when you chewed him out because your parents caught onto the smell. It’s really not his fault though since you keep hanging around him. He asks you to join but you never reject, so it’s your fault. He also doesn’t want you to lose your eating habits. He thinks it’s healthy and he enjoys watching you bask in snacks. Smoking would definitely take away hunger, so he can’t ever give into your pleading. However, Kaede is a different story. He doesn’t know much about her and she’s not his responsibility, so he hands her his cigarette.

Kaede brings the cigarette up to her mouth and inhales. She seems natural at first but then she pulls the stick away and turns away from him to start coughing. It makes Sukuna laugh.

“I knew that would happen,” Sukuna sings out. His hand raises and he begins to pat her back. After coughing for what felt like years, Kaede turns back to him with watery eyes and grins, “I choked, that’s all.”

Sukuna removes his hand from her and takes another puff, “Good that neither of you smoke. Don’t start if you don’t have a reason to.”

She raises a brow at him with a charming smile still remaining, “You seem to care about y/n. She told me that you won’t even let her try yet you gave me the cigarette.”

“I thought it’d be funny to see you choke.” Sukuna answers in a heartbeat, defending himself. When Kaede grins back at him, he returns it, “Don’t take it to heart, okay, Kaede?”

She likes how he calls her name. It sounds pretty in his voice. Kaede looks away from him and continues to watch the scenery around them, “Why do you smoke so often? I swear you finished a carton like an hour ago.”

Sukuna shrugs nonchalantly, “Don’t know. It’s a habit of mine. I like the burn in my throat.”

Kaede wants to ask more, but she won’t. She begins to slouch, “We should have called y/n to come too. I think she’d like this view.”

“She’s busy with family today.” Sukuna answers back without much thought. He’s looking at his fingernails and groans when he realizes they’ve grown too much. He needs you to clip them for him, you always do it. Well, you bitch at him first and then you do it. You purposely cut too much in order to spite him and made him bleed once, but that was fine. He got you back by putting salt into your coffee instead of sugar. Sukuna chuckled out loud at the flood of flashbacks causing Kaede to look at him with a curious expression. Wait, but then you threw salt at him and called him the devil… he had to get back at you. Okay yeah, whatever, enough about you.

In the seconds of Sukuna remembering those things, Kaede came a bit closer to him and pursed her lips, “She’s out with friends though?”

Kaede was confused as well. You asked the group chat if they wanted to hang out and she was going to invite you to hang with Sukuna but everyone else already agreed to meet up with you for brunch. Kaede ended up not responding since she was in a rush to meet up with Sukuna.

Sukuna’s smile dropped into a frown as he heard Kaede. With a deeper voice he asked, “Is she?” He didn’t bother to look at Kaede, but she placed her phone screen in front of his face to show him the text messages, “I’m telling the truth.”

It only occurred to Sukuna then that you were in fact ignoring him. It was weird that he was suddenly feeling blue. He tried not to care and stood up from his spot, “Let’s go somewhere else. I’m sick of this view.”

While Kaede was busy yapping away, he let himself fall back a couple of steps and then reached for the chain around his neck. Without a second thought, he pulled the chain over his head and shoved the necklace into his pocket. When Kaede whipped her head back around to look at him, he shot her a bright smile and quickly caught up to her, “Sorry, was texting someone real quick.” Kaede just nodded and continued to tell him about the time she hopped over a fence because a dog was chasing her.

Kaede talked most for most of the day. Sukuna didn’t mind because his mind was occupied elsewhere. It was already sunset, and you still haven't messaged him. He thought today felt weird. Maybe it’s because he’s so used to being around you and if he isn’t with you then you’re both texting away. Sukuna only comes back to his senses when Kaede’s phone rings and she excuses herself to take the call. What was she talking about again?

“Ugh,” he brings his calloused hands up to his eyes and rubs them. Now that he’s thinking about it, he’s pretty tired. Sukuna waved the waiter over and paid for the tab. He packed Kaede’s leftovers for her and made his way out of the restaurant.

The sound of the door pulling open startled Kaede and she jumped before whipping around at full speed, “You scared me!” she laughed out loud with a hand over her heart. The sight made Sukuna smile gently, one side of his lips raising higher, “My bad. You ready to go back home?”

He approached her while raising the takeout bag and her nimble fingers took hold of it, “Yeah, I just got scolded for being out too long.” Kaede giggled at him and began to walk. Sukuna exhaled slowly and stuffed his hands into his pockets. His fingers were playing with the pendant in his pocket and he wondered if he should ask if you were okay.

♡ ♡ ♡

So… it’s been almost a week since the two of you properly hung out. Most of your texts were dry and you had shitty reasons for not hanging around, but it was fine. Sukuna thought it was better that you started distancing yourself. Maybe you finally came to your senses and realized you shouldn’t be hanging with someone like him. He had to admit that after having you around life became more boring. He knows he’s just doing what he usually does but he kind of missed your nagging.

Sukuna walked on the rails with shitty balance. He held the pendant on his neck with one hand and a cigarette in the other. He huffed and began to walk on the rocks instead, enjoying the sound they made. It was somewhat peaceful. He’s been here for a few hours already, but his ears perk up to the distant sound of shuffling. Who’s in his territory? His eyes squint and he shields his eyes against the sun while trying to focus on the distance. Is his cigarette laced with crack? Sukuna looked at his cigarette and then back at the figure. Nope, he’s definitely not tripping.

It’s you. He recognizes the way you walk. He can make out the smile you have on your face and you’re approaching him as if you hadn’t been ghosting him. When you’re close enough, he stands and walks to you with a lopsided grin. It’s smug, but inside, his stomach is flipping. He doesn’t understand why either. Even though he’s right there, you call out.

“Su-ku-na~”

You have a stupid smile on your face and you’re dressed in street fashion, just like him. Sukuna doesn’t even realize he’s smiling, “I’ve missed you.”

You’re stunned for a second but then smile back cunningly, “That’s new.”

That kind of hurts him. Just kind of. He asks you to hang out every day and you don’t think he’s capable of that? Friends can miss each other, so he frowns at you. Sukuna’s eyes observe you. He takes in your expression and continues to say, “I always miss you.”

Like the annoying bastard he is, he drapes an arm over your shoulder and drags you forward with him to the spot he was at before. He speaks again, “I like to bother you, you should know that already, halfie.”

He doesn’t realize you’re reaching into your bag for something as you both sit down on the rails. It’s a small pack of salt and before he knows it, you’re throwing salt at him yet again. “I know,” you say while bursting out into laughter.

Sukuna tries to dodge the salt attack but it’s unavoidable. When you’re done, he turns back at you with a mischievous smile, “Come here!” You let out a panicked scream and jump up to run but before you can, he grabs your wrist and pulls you back down, keeping you in your spot. You’re both laughing as he hovers above you and shakes his head violently, letting the leftover salt snow onto you.

“You got me!” You tried to sound upset but you weren’t fooling anybody.

Sukuna chuckles and nods, “That’s payback.”

After the giggling settles down there’s only silence. There’s something you both need to discuss but the tension is so thick that it suddenly feels too stuffy. You’re just staring into each other’s eyes like two idiots. You see that he’s wearing the necklace again. Did he take it off to meet Kaede?? Because she was there with you when you bought it? Now you believe that they do like each other. From what she told you, they met up a couple of times after the first meeting; you didn’t come along because you didn’t want to feel like a third wheel and aside from that, you were trying to sort out your sudden weird feelings.

Sukuna likes the way the sun reflects off your hair. It makes you look like an actual ball of sunshine. When he realizes that you’re also struggling to speak he clears his throat, “I didn’t meet your expectations, but I did try my best, halfie.”

“Huh?” It just comes out of your mouth before you can even process what he was talking about. Your expectations? After watching his face morph into something more serious, the gears begin to turn in your head. “Oh,” you let out. Your lips thin out into a straight line, “You behaved a lot better than I expected you to. You were very impressionable.”

“Then what’s up with you ghosting me?” His remark wasn’t meant to come off as sharp but that’s how it sounded. You’re still hesitating to speak? Fine, he’ll keep going. His fingers were itching to reach for his cigarettes, but he fought the urge, choosing to take a deep breath instead, “I don’t do shit like this, y/n. I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing, and I tried just because you asked me to.”

You could tell he wanted to smoke again. His jaw was clenched, his fingers were fidgeting with the sleeves of his shirt. Well even if he was trying because you asked him to, it still made you feel jealous that he and Kaede got along so well. Their chemistry was not acting, you could tell there was something there and that’s why it was so easy for him. Sukuna is a fucking jerk, no way he could change in one split second.

“I was worried about you, kid.” He sounded a bit defeated. It was kind of cute.

You blinked a couple of times to take in all his words, “Why did you take the necklace off?” It was genuine curiosity. He always wore it, so why did he remove it? Although the answer could’ve been anything, you wanted to hear it from him. You don’t know why. You can’t understand, since it’s just a stupid necklace to you.

“When?”

When? So he doesn’t wear it as often as he lets on. Sukuna’s brows pull down but he shrugs, “I took it off because I caught you avoiding me. Made me feel like shit, if I’m being honest.”

Ah, he must’ve taken it off when he was with Kaede then. You suck on your teeth and shake your head at him, “Not that time. The day at the amusement park. Why didn’t you wear it?”

His face scrunches up at you, “Why do you care so much? I thought it was just a necklace?” Despite saying that, the chain suddenly feels heavier on his neck, because it isn’t just a necklace to him. That’s the only thing he’s sure of. Sukuna notices how you’re back to being quiet though. Maybe you felt weird these past few days too. Sukuna really hates doing all the talking, so he sighs out loud and takes his phone out of his pocket.

Since you seem so upset about it, he’ll show you. It was only meant for his eyes but you’re being a stupid brat, like always. Always getting your way and shit. His dry fingers tap away at his screen and he pulls up his photo album. Most of his photos contain images of passerbyers, his feet walking in random areas, mostly isolated, some photos even have your shoes and ankles too, then there’s the random yet aesthetic pictures he takes of scenery, then there’s photos of himself, oh, one of Kaede in the background too but she’s blurry from moving around so much and then there’s a couple of you. Most of them are candid photos of you and a lot of them are of your back. You’re walking away from him or ahead of him in most. He takes them secretly while you both go out for adventures because he thinks you look nice in each and every setting, regardless of what you’re wearing or how you look. Sukuna has also taken a few “ugly” photos of you and that’s when you’re caught in the middle of chewing or laughing too much. And then there’s the very few photos of the both of you. He thinks those are aesthetically pleasing too. You keep a straight face in some to match his mood but most of them have you smiling and holding up that stupid gyaru peace sign pose. He’s just barely smiling in some of them, it’s not really noticeable. Anyway, none of those are the photos he’s looking for.

While you’re sitting there patiently with a tense expression, he finally finds what he’s looking for. It didn’t take him that long to find it since it wasn’t too long ago, but he just wanted to skim over his gallery in case there was a weird photo there. Not that he would have one, but he really didn’t want to hear you annoy him about a few photos of stray cats he’s seen around. He hid those away in a secret file and then clicked on the photos. He didn’t say anything as he scooted closer to you and placed the phone in front for you to see.

An inaudible gasp escaped your mouth as you saw what he was showing you. It wasn’t anything crazy. Just a photo of you in that white floral corset dress in the back of his car. That wasn’t all though, you were staring out the window, and one of his hands was held out in front of the camera holding the trident necklace you gifted him. You swiped to the next photo, and it was a selfie taken from the front camera of Sukuna, holding up the pendant close to his face with a wide smile and you, still in the background smiling at the scenery.

“I took it off to take those photos and then placed it down on the seat. We were in such a rush that I forgot to grab it.” Sukuna reasoned while pressing the power button of his phone.

“They’re pretty photos…”

Now you feel stupid as fuck for making a big but not so big deal out of it. You didn’t even know why it bothered you so much. At first you thought it didn’t, but it kept popping up in your head that you realized you were indeed bothered. Then came his easy friendliness with Kaede. It wasn’t easy to get along with Sukuna and it still isn’t at times so you’re a bit envious.

Sukuna wants to say more but at the same time he doesn’t feel like dragging this any further. It was all just miscommunication in the end, so he holds a hand out for you to shake, “We good?”

As much as you want to apologize, you can’t. You feel like a coward but that’s alright. You reach out to grab his hand and shake it firmly, “We’re good.” There’s something else you have to fess up to. Not that you’re obligated to, but it feels wrong to keep it inside. While you were busy ignoring Sukuna, you ended up meeting someone on a group date with your friends. He wasn’t your cup of tea at first but as you continued texting, he grew onto you. It’s only been a few days though, so of course it’d be stupid to right out admit that you like him. You’re interested? You’re not sure if that’s the right word for it. You’re curious.

“I met someone.” You blurt out quietly.

Sukuna snickers dryly and looks at you from the corner of his eyes, “You sound like you’re confessing a sin.”

It feels like it, you say in your head. The fact that Sukuna seems unbothered bothers you. He should care a little bit, right? He’s your friend, he should approve of the guys you meet. You pick up a few rocks and throw them to the other side, “I guess I just feel guilty.”

He scoffs softly, more to himself, “Don’t. You’re your own person, halfie. Can’t hang with me all the time, it’s not good for ya.”

The tension feels a bit lighter now as you hear him speak. Sukuna snatches your hand and drags it across his thighs to wipe the dirty residue of the rocks. The notion makes your heart flutter but you let him do as he pleases. He brings your hand to eye level and examines it, making sure he got it all off. When he’s satisfied, he lets out a small noise and releases your hand. Why is Sukuna always saying he’s bad? He seems like a normal human to you with bad habits, habits that any other person would have. You click your tongue at him, “Would you stop saying that? I like hanging with you.”

Sukuna whips his head at you with a funny face, one of disbelief, “Right. What’s the runt’s name?”

“Kazuya. He’s alright, super nice. Friendly too.” Your tone lingers for a few seconds because you realize how dumb you sound. Anybody would be nice to people they’re just meeting. However, even if it’s been a few days, he’s expressed his interest in you and you thought indulging in him would help get rid of this weird feeling you have inside for Sukuna. It’s kind of working since it has you distracted, but that could only work for so long.

“Wow, he’s got a pretty name. Bet he’s a pretty boy too.” Sukuna is being sarcastic as ever, but it makes you smile regardless. You’ve missed him. Perhaps you two are just a pair of idiots.

“Shut up,” you nudge him in the ribs and stand up with his eyes following you. Sukuna raises his eyebrows when you’re looking at him expectantly, “What?”

You point to your back and offer him a cheesy grin, “Remember how you were gonna give me a piggyback ride? I’d like one now.”

That makes Sukuna laugh out loud and he stands up as well. He places his index finger on your forehead and shoves your head back playfully, “Why would I give you a ride on my back after you ignored me? I will never offer my back to you ever again.” He’s still smiling at you and his eyes twinkle with what you think is content.

♡ ♡ ♡

You didn’t get to play with Sukuna today since you were so busy with other things. Water dripped off the ends of your damp hair, staining your gray shirt with wet blotches. There was a random show playing on your laptop, but you weren’t really paying attention, since it was more for background noise. You were more focused on your phone but the sudden sound of rattling made you sit up straight on your bed. You sat there, listening for a few minutes but there was no other noise.

“I’m hearing–”

You were cut off by the sound of knocking on your window. Really? It was ten at night, why is he here? Although you were complaining, a part of you was thrilled. You opened your window with feigned annoyance, “Seriously? It’s late, you demon spawn. Go home.”

Sukuna chuckles gently at you, “Wow, is that how you treat your guests?” He’s already climbing past you and is now inside your room. His hair is fluffy and soft again, it’s the second time you’ve seen it. You don’t fight him this time since it’ll be useless.

“No, but you have no manners. I’d be publicly shamed if my parents discovered you in here.” You speak with your nose held up high, acting like you’re some kind of prideful rich woman who’s waiting to be married off to some stranger. It makes Sukuna raise his hand and before you know it, he’s pinching your nose. Hard.

“Ah-” You scream but Sukuna quickly clamps his hand over your mouth with a look of mischief. While silence takes place, he points upstairs with his free hand and then brings a finger to his mouth, “Shhh. Don’t wanna get in trouble now, do we?”

Sukuna really is annoying at times. You throw his hand off your face and lock your bedroom window. He watches as you quickly run to lock your bedroom door and then you jump back onto your bed, “Wanna watch something?”

You agree to let him pick a movie and it’s going okay. He’s whispering a lot, not really paying attention but neither are you, since you’re also talking to him. He’s telling you about all the times he’s listened in on stranger’s business, what they talked about and how you missed so much free entertainment. While he’s talking away your fingers reach up to his neck and make contact with his hot skin. It makes Sukuna jump because your fingers are so cold.

“What?”

“I’m just admiring the necklace. I really liked it.” you answer him calmly while pulling the chain out from under his sweatshirt. The pendant is warm thanks to his body heat and Sukuna watches as you rub the item.

He glares playfully, “I like it too. Paws off.”

You decide to be a bit more playful with him and release the necklace. Your hand clutches the fabric at his neck, and you pull him towards you with a “threatening” finger, “I better not catch it off you again or else.”

Of course, you’re only joking, but before you can release Sukuna, he grabs both of your shoulders and pushes you down onto your back with an evil grin plastered on his face, “Oh? Is that a threat?”

Sukuna really enjoys the way you’re laughing so freely. Your head is thrown back into the sheets, exposing your neck and he really wants to delve in and indulge in it, but his conscience argues against him. He knows it’s wrong and could ruin how things are currently. He just got his ball of sunshine back and it’d be a shame if he lost his comfort for some stupid thoughts. Besides that, you probably don’t see him as a man. Not like you see that runt called Kazuya. You probably see him as some kind of loser who just smokes and does nothing. Okay, he is exactly that, but still.

He releases you and pulls you up with ease, “Quiet down. You’re laughing too loud and you’ll wake your folks.”

“Sorry~” you’re smiling so easily at him, and your stupid eyes are curved as well. It makes him feel stupid inside, so he points towards the screen, “Let’s just watch this dumb movie.”

After a few more minutes, you both realized that the movie was kind of boring, so you changed it to a random paranormal one. It apparently had good reviews so here you two were, finally watching the movie with small talk here and there. You’re not sure how long he’s been here but you don’t care to check. You’re barely halfway through the movie when you hear a sudden garbled noise. You know it’s not you, so you slowly turn to look at Sukuna, “Ya hungry?”

“Sort of,” he rubs his stomach and leans back into your pillows, “Wanna act like a loving housewife and make me something to eat?”

Sukuna is almost sure you’re about to smack him, so he readies himself, but the impact never comes. He looks at you with patient eyes, but you just look at your door, then the screen, then back at him, “Sure. I’ll be back, so stay put.”

He watches you climb out of bed and towards the door. You leave it open at a crack and he hears shuffling and dishes clanking. When he checks the time, it’s almost two in the morning. How did time fly by so fast? When you’re taking too long, he gets off the bed and makes his way towards the door. Sukuna pulls it open slowly and peeks his head out, turning left and right. He examines the area to get familiar with it and then he slowly, carefully steps out and follows the direction of noise. That’s when he sees you at the stove. Your back is facing him, but he can already guess what you’re making based on the smell.

Sukuna decides it’d be fun to tease you, so he slowly creeps up on you and places each hand on your shoulders, “Oh, my lovely housewife. How doting of you.”

You practically jump up at his touch like a cat that jumps when a random sound scares them. Sukuna fights back a laugh but enjoys the way you swivel around with a tight fist, “Why are you here?! I told you to stay put!” You’re whispering but it’s loud enough to be heard. With your tiny hands, you begin pushing him out of the kitchen, “If my parents wake up and see you, I will be dead. Please stay in the room and wait for me.”

He sees how much you’re pleading with your eyes, so he gives up and sticks a tongue out at you, “This ramen better be the best I’ve ever had, since you’re taking so long.”

Sukuna retreats into your bedroom and gets back to being comfortable. He likes this. He’s kind of scared to admit it, so he won’t. Sukuna is so deep in his thoughts that he doesn’t even hear you coming in with a tray.

“Whatcha thinkin’ ‘bout?” You chirp, setting the tray down on a desk with scattered papers and random objects. Sukuna looks at you and shakes his head, “Nothin’. Just thought I was gonna die of starvation.”

You deadpan at him, “You’re so dramatic, dude.”

The fact that you just called him “dude” makes him snicker out loud. Your habit is to roll your eyes at him, so you do and then go lock your door. Without saying much, you hand him a big bowl of ramen and pass him a drink.

Sukuna eyes you, “I’m surprised you willingly eat on your bed. What if I just spilled this?”

“Please don’t,” you say while also climbing up onto the bed. You have the tray with you to help the items have a flatter surface to balance. You click play and the two of you start to dig in, “It’s spicy beef chashu ramen, that’s why it took me a while.”

He hums happily. The color is bright, the broth is flavorful, and everything just tastes perfect. Even though he’s enjoying his ramen, he snickers and begins to talk with his mouth full, “I would’ve been fine with normal ramen. Shit, maybe even just crackers.”

You’re too busy trying to blow the heat away from the noodles to see how Sukuna is watching you. “My mom tenderized a lot of beef in the pressure cooker for dinner today, so I took the chance to use it since we had a lot.” You look away from the screen and smile at him once more, “It’s delicious though, right?”

Sukuna nods eagerly to let you know that this bowl of ramen is really delicious, “It makes my taste buds dance, halfie.”

Sukuna notices that his bowl has way more than yours though, from noodles, to broth, boiled eggs and beef. He nudges you carefully, “Why didn’t you give us an equal amount?”

You finally get a taste for yourself and chew happily before swallowing, “You’re a growing man, Sukuna. I want to see you fuller. Healthier.”

Your stupid ass words have his heart pounding again. Stupid bitch. He hides his smile and proceeds to stick his chopsticks into your bowl to steal more beef even though he still has tons, “Don’t mind if I do~” He sings out in a cheerful tone as you judge him for taking your food.

“You’re always gonna pick off my plate, huh?” Despite wanting to scold him there’s a smile forming on your lips. It makes Sukuna’s come out as well as he nods triumphantly, “Get used to it, sweetheart.”

“Don’t call me that, demon spawn.”

“Oh, I’m so hurt.” Sukuna feigns, placing a hand onto his heart before diving back into his bowl of ramen.

The rest of the movie goes on with you both talking and eating. There was even a break for you to go out and wash the dishes to avoid any suspicion. You let Sukuna come along too since it was now three in the morning. As long as he sat quietly everything would be fine. You were surprised when he helped you dry the dishes and put them away. It was a little weird that you found this setting quite enjoyable. Sukuna makes you really comfortable. Just as you dry your hands, you turn around and find him in your fridge.

“Looking for something?”

He barely looks back, “Dessert.”

“Pig” you make your way to the fridge as well and you both stand there digging around. There’s singular packaged cake, pudding, bread, chocolates and ice cream. The kitchen is filled with the sound of whispered bickering and Sukuna finally decides on ice cream so you each take one and head back to your room. Sukuna just barely makes it into your room when the upstairs light flips on.

“Y/n? Is that you making so much noise?”

You instantly freak and turn back to Sukuna. You hurriedly throw your packaged ice cream at his face, unintentionally, and pull your door shut, “Yeah, it’s me. I was just looking for something to snack on.”

With quick steps, you make your way up the stairs and you see your mom in her night robe. She narrows her eyes at you, “What are you doing up so late?”

You’re shitting bricks looking for an answer. Any answer would be fine, so why is it taking you so long? After a few seconds of stalling, you shrug, “I’m just binge-watching dramas. I got hungry and ended up eating a lot of the beef chashu.”

“That’s fine, but you’ll bloat if you eat this late. Make sure to go to bed soon alright?” she warns with a stern expression before going back to her bedroom.

You’re flying down the stairs as soon as she disappears. When you try to open your bedroom door, it’s locked. That fucker. He’s a fucking dick. You knock softly, “Open the door, dipshit.”

“What’s the password?” Sukuna laughs from behind.

“Now is not the time for playing games! Open the door.” You’re still whispering but it’s still loud.

Although Sukuna wants to play more, he opens the door enough for only his face to show, “You threw your ice cream at me, halfie. Apologize.”

Your mouth falls agape, but you suck it up, “I’m so sorry for hitting you in the face with my ice cream. I panicked.”

He lets you back in and locks it after you. He still has both ice creams so when you get comfortable again, he hands you an opened one. You don’t think much of it until you push your ice cream up. This motherfucker took a bite of your ice cream! With annoyed eyes, you turn to him. He’s already snickering at you, “That’s payback.”

How dare he stick his untouched bar into his mouth. Just for revenge, your hand comes up and you hit the ice cream, pushing it down his throat. Sukuna gags and pulls the bar out of his mouth, “Bitch” he mutters before tackling you onto your back again. He doesn’t think much about his next action, but he pries your mouth open with his index and middle finger (something he does easily since you’re laughing your ass off) and shoves his own ice cream bar down your throat, back and forth, since you think it’s so fucking funny. It makes you gag as well and as funny as it was… he’s suddenly turned on. Whatever he’s doing to you is unintentionally erotic and now he’s fucking bricked up. It doesn’t help that you’re not wearing a bra and he can literally see your nipples perked up against the fabric. Sukuna is a man, okay? Sometimes shit just happens. Maybe he just needs to jerk off or something but as soon as he realizes the situation, he jumps off of you and settles back into your covers to hide his fucking erection. How annoying.

You pull yourself up, still laughing as you wipe off the sticky residue, “That was mean, but I guess I deserved it.” When you look at Sukuna, he’s already focusing on the movie and stuffing his face with the same ice cream bar. He glares at you, “Rewind it. We missed some scenes.”

“So fucking bossy” you groan but do as he says.

Once the movie finally ends it’s back to silence. It’s really late and he should go home soon. You look at him and see him yawning, “Ready to leave now?”

“Do I have to?” Sukuna’s serious. He’s already snuggled up into your bed and his stupid fluffy pink hair makes him look soft. He doesn’t look like an asshole. Another night couldn’t hurt, right? You didn’t want this to become a new habit or routine of his but one more time surely wouldn’t hurt, right? Right???

“Don’t take up too much bed space then.” You’re stern with your words but you know Sukuna won’t listen. He does whatever the hell he wants. You get out of bed to make sure that both your bedroom door and window are locked before coming back.

Sukuna is already holding the blanket open for you when you return and is tapping the spot beside him with an impatient look. He’s definitely tired after all those movies and food. Oh, and bickering along with wrestling. You get onto the bed and crawl closer to him to chase the warmth that he provides you every time. Your face is a good distance away from his chest and you’re about to close your eyes but Sukuna snakes his arms around you. Without warning, he pulls you towards him and presses you against him, “I like sleeping like this, if you don’t mind.”

Honestly, you’re too stunned to speak. You know it’s already happened once and skinship isn’t new to you, since you and Sukuna are kind of open to skinship when you hang out. Well, now that you think about it, you both touch a lot. You hug a lot too, but all friends do, right? You touch and hug Kaede way more than you do with Sukuna, so it’s normal. Kaede also touched Sukuna a lot when they first met, so it’s nothing to worry about, but still, being so close to Sukuna in bed… makes you feel queasy. Your heart is pounding again and your ears are hot. You’ve held Kazuya’s hand when he’s gestured for it but the feeling you felt was nothing like this.

When Sukuna thinks you’re taking too long to answer, he slightly retracts his hands, “Or I can release you, if this makes you uncomfortable.”

“No.”

Ah, there’s your voice. You look up at Sukuna in the dark and shake your head even though you know he can’t see it, “You can hold me.”

Where are these words coming from?! It’s like you’re possessed. Not that you don’t like it, but Sukuna is your friend. You’re attracted to the dude, but can attraction really do all of this? You know he’s just a friend. He brings you so much comfort that everything just feels natural. Maybe that’s why you said it was fine. Either way, you pushed yourself against him more and draped an arm over his waist. You only meant to hold him back for a few minutes, but drowsiness drowned over you and before you knew it, you were knocked out.

Sukuna stayed in this position for a while. He was in serious, deep thought. You’re someone he finds bearable. Just barely. He can barely stand your antics but he manages to pull through just because it’s you. He knows that he enjoys your presence, and it makes him worried and bored when you’re not here with him at times, but what is this stupid thing he’s feeling in his chest? It feels hard to swallow suddenly. Sukuna closes his eyes and listens in on the sound of your soft snoring. Even that stupid shit soothes him. Geeze, he knows he’s fond of you since you’re just you, but he’s starting to get scared. He’s not getting a crush on you, right? Because if he is, he’s damned. He shall burn. This friendship wasn’t meant to spiral too far. He only meant for you to stick around for a bit and then to toss you aside, but he can’t find it in himself to do so. Instead of wanting to run from you, he finds himself craving more of you. He wants to be in your space. He wants to feel your warmth. He wants to hold you to sleep so he doesn’t feel like he’s the only person in the world. Sukuna wishes he had met you sooner. While his mind has a million thoughts, he feels the heaviness in his eyelids taking over and slowly drifts off into sleep.

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[kikufuku01]

I Love You, Always

Sukuna x Reader

Part 2 Uncertainty ♡ ♡ ♡ Part 3 I’ve Missed You. Series master list.

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You stir awake to the sound of soft shuffling in your sheets. When your eyes open, you’re met with a soft blue light coming through your windows, peeking past your curtains. It must be 5-6am. You turn around and to your surprise, Sukuna is still here. He looks so peaceful right now and his soft hair is disheveled. You’re sad to wake him, but you have to. He has to leave before your parents’ wake.

“Sukuna.”

No response. He doesn’t even shift. He must be a heavy sleeper. You huff and get a little closer to him, “Su-ku-na.”

He groans softly and reluctantly opens his eyes, “Mornin’” he greets groggily. There’s a small smile on his lips for a split second before he reverts back to his original groggy state. Sukuna closes his eyes once more and crawls closer to you, putting an arm over your waist to get comfortable. Even though he held you to sleep, your face heats up. Last night and this moment right now feel a bit too intimate for friends, so you try to pull back only to be held in place. Sukuna’s eyes open once more, “Stay still.”

You’d like to, but your heart is beating just as fast as it was last night. The memory of him being so close to you comes back into your mind and now you’re sure that your face is definitely red. That’s a no-no.

“You have to leave, Sukuna. My parents will be awake soon.” Your voice is just a level above a whisper. The small amount of light peeking through your windows cast a light blue shade on Sukuna’s face and you think he looks good like this. Sukuna narrows his eyes for a short second but reluctantly removes his hands from you, “Yeah, alright. Whatever you want, halfie.”

It’s a shame. Now that his arm isn’t on your waist you feel cold and suddenly want to place it back there. You fight back the urge though and get out of bed first, “Stop calling me that. I feel discriminated against.”

Sukuna chuckles softly and sits up, “Don’t feel that way. I didn’t think you’d take it to heart.”

You watch him put on his shoes and open the window for him with a lazy grin. He’s halfway out the window but turns back to look at you with a cheeky smirk, “Can I come back tonight? I actually slept really well.”

Sukuna almost bursts out into a fit of laughter when he sees your annoyed expression. He can take the hint and continues going out, “It was worth a shot. See ya, halfie.”

♡ ♡ ♡

The next two weeks had been the same as usual. You’d play with Sukuna all day and he’d walk you back home a little earlier so you wouldn’t get in trouble. There were times when you’d blow him off to hang out with your friends though and it made you feel a little sad for him since he seemed friendless. You believe that you’re his actual only friend, aside from that white haired man. However, you thought it was unhealthy to only hang out with Sukuna when you had other friends too. Your friend had been asking to hang out lately too, so today was another one of those days when you’d blow Sukuna off. You were glad that he never really threw a fit about it. He’d just text you something along the lines of “You’d better not ask to hang out later then” or “Don’t ask where I am when you’re bored then.”

You were walking around the city with your friend, Kaede. The streets were filled with tons of vendors who sold various things such as jewelry, food, small items and even clothing. Your eyes caught sight of something shiny, so you linked your arms with Kaede and pulled her along with you.

Her big brown eyes followed what you were looking at and she quirked a brow at you, “Huh? A necklace?” You gave her a pout and nodded your head, “I think it would fit my friend.” You smiled at the vendor and motioned towards it, “Do you mind if I touch it to take a look?”

He shook his head at you, “Go ahead, dear.”

You picked up the piece and admired it with a thin smile, “I like it.” Kaede observed the item as well and pursed her lips, “It’s a cool piece. What was his name again?”

The necklace was silver and had a small spear pendant. The spear was a trident with 3 points and for some odd reason, it just reminded you of Sukuna. After asking for the price amount, you paid the man the amount he asked for and continued on with Kaede.

“His name is Sukuna. I think I’ve told you before.” You're looking at the small silk bag in your hand as you walk aimlessly with her. Kaede grins down at you and clicks her tongue playfully, “It must’ve slipped my mind or,” she looks at you with mischief and your mouth falls open with a shake of your head. Kaede continues to tease you with her accusation, “maybe you whispered his name so discreetly that I couldn’t hear.”

“I did not! Maybe you weren’t listening properly since you were busy stuffing your face.” You can hear your own voice going 2 octaves higher as you argue back. Kaede laughs along with you but points a finger at you, “You’ve known this man for months, saying that he’s your friend but I’m yet to meet him, y/n.”

You walk up to another vendor and examine the jewelry laid out. Kaede’s own eyes are admiring the handmade items as she speaks, “He’s been hogging you a lot lately, y/n. I’m jealous and I miss you.” You give her an understanding pout and nuzzle into her, “I’m sorry~ I’ll hang out with you more often.”

Kaede picks up two rings and pays the vendor, “You said he was lonely and had no friends, right? You could just introduce me to him too and we can all hang out.”

What she says makes your heart drop, but it’s because you’re nervous about the kind of person he is. Sukuna can be rude sometimes because he doesn’t care about how he comes off. He was literally so rude when you first properly met. Another reason is because he’s grumpy and grouchy a lot of the time, or he might bore Kaede since he likes to find new spots to hang out at and do absolutely nothing. His appearance might scare her too. You’re almost sure they won’t get along. At all.

You look down in a sorry way, “I don’t know.” Your voice trails off towards the end.

Kaede tugs on your arm and gives you the puppy eyes, “You’re gatekeeping him, y/n. Introduce us. Honestly, I’ve been super curious about him since you stopped hanging out with me. You said he looked like bad news but here you are, always too busy with him. Do you like him?”

Your ears feel hot as she asks the question, but you quickly deny it, “No, it’s not that. It’s just,” your eyebrows furrow deeply and you sigh, “I don’t think you two would get along well.”

She scoffs in an exaggerated tone and continues to pull you along with her, “That’s nonsense! I get along with everyone, y/n. Just let us meet already. I will be on my best behavior and I won’t be too loud. I’ll make a good first impression, please?”

You sigh in a defeated tone and chuckle at her, “Fine. I’ll talk to him about it and see if he’s open to meeting more people.” The silk in your hand suddenly feels heavy as you give into Kaede.

♡ ♡ ♡

“Su-ku-na.”

He whips his head around as soon as he hears your voice. It almost makes him lose his balance on the train tracks and he clicks his tongue at you but proceeds to meet you halfway. You have a grocery bag around your wrist. Good.

Sukuna sneers at you, “I knew you couldn’t stay away from me.”

There’s a heavy roll to your eyes at him, “I’m going home.”

So the chase begins. You quickly turn back around and walk a little faster with a smile on your lips. The rocks under your feet sound relaxing and it makes it even better that you can hear his footsteps catching up to yours. It only takes him a few seconds to catch up and his hand grabs at your shoulder to stop you, “There you go. Always runnin’.”

You turn around to smile at him and shake the bag of snacks, “I got us some snacks~” He smiles softly and grabs it from you, inspecting every item inside.

“How was your date with your friend yesterday?” Sukuna asks the question, but he doesn’t sound like he really cares much, he’s just starting a conversation. You walk along with him, “It was fun. We went shopping and bought a lot.”

He nods without a care and gestures with his hand for you to place a snack in his hand. You’re looking at him with feigned disdain but comply anyways, placing a box of pocky there. Sukuna wastes no time in opening the snack and while he does that, you sigh openly, “My feet hurt~ Gimme a piggyback ride.”

Sukuna cringes at you and shakes his head, “You’ll break my back.”

That earns him a hard smack from you, and he just bursts out laughing, enjoying the red tint that paints your cheeks. You’re already walking ahead of him, mumbling shit like, “Fucking jerk. Always barking n shit.”

♡ ♡ ♡

The two of you relocate pretty quickly and now you’re sitting under a tree at a park. There are kids running around and people relaxing on blankets. Sukuna went ahead to rent a mat and small table. Your shoes are kicked off onto the grass as you sit beside him. Your anger from earlier has long disappeared so you reach into your tote bag and call out to him, “Here. I got you something.”

Sukuna has a stunned expression as he watches you dig into your tote bag. He’s not sure if he heard you right, but when you pull out a small bag, it confirms that he did in fact, hear you correctly. You got him something? Nonsense. You shove the bag into his hands when he doesn’t immediately reach out to receive it. The bag is silk with gold accents. Sukuna’s brows pull down as he opens the bag and pulls out a small box.

His eyes flick back up to meet your anxious ones. You weren’t sure if he’d like it since it was you who liked the necklace. Seeing his unwavering expression only made you more nervous. Oh well, if he didn’t like it then you’d just throw it away or something. The necklace doesn’t mean anything anyways.

You don’t know it, but Sukuna’s hands feel sweaty. Is he nervous? He isn’t sure. He opens the box and the pendant immediately catches his attention. It’s a trident spear. He likes it. No, he loves it. He likes that you thought about him even when you were with someone else. He likes that you cared enough to purchase something for him. His heart feels a bit warmer just thinking about it. The necklace might not mean much to you, but it means something to him.

Sukuna smiles widely with all of his top teeth showing. He rarely does that. It’s always either small smiles or him laughing. All the doubt you were currently feeling has washed away as you see him taking the necklace out to wear. “I’m glad you like it,” you admit with a soft tone.

The necklace hangs perfectly around him. The pendant stops at the middle of his chest and it matches him well. It matches his vibe and aura. Sukuna’s fingers come up to touch the pendant, “I like it. Matches me, right?”

You roll your eyes at him. It’s a habit of yours. You’re still smiling though, “I wouldn’t have got it for you if I didn’t already think that, dumbass.”

“Quit bein’ a smartass, halfie, before I shut you up.” Sukuna’s tone isn’t threatening though. It makes you laugh and this time you really take in his appearance. He’s dressed in a black shirt and some joggers, yet he still looks presentable. “So why did you get all tatted up when you were in school?” You pop a chip into your mouth after asking. You’re not really paying attention to him; you’re watching the people all around you engage.

Sukuna’s lips drag down and he shrugs, “Dunno. I was a dumb kid, I guess. I was bad. Really bad. Still am.” Sukuna looks at you discreetly with a frown, “I’m bad for you, you know?” His answer makes you laugh out loud and you kick him softly with your foot, but he grabs your ankle to stop you. “You’re not bad, Sukuna. You just need some guidance.” You respond with ease.

Sukuna titters to himself, “And that guidance, is you? Nah. You’re just stupid. If anything, you’re making me even more dumb than I already am.” He squeezes your ankle and it makes you jolt, “Ouch! That hurt!” You raise your hand and smack his shoulder while pulling your leg away from him. He only laughs out loud.

“Well, I won’t argue with the truth, but you don’t seem to mind.” You stick your tongue out at him and open up more snacks. Sukuna nods his head and digs his hand into the new snack you just opened, “I don’t. I enjoy teasing you.”

“Yeah whatever.”

Then you remember Kaede. She’s been begging to meet Sukuna. Although you’re nervous, you figure it can’t hurt to try, right? Maybe they will get along. Sukuna is an ass, but Kaede adjusts well so maybe they can be friends. I mean, he is friends with you, right?

You clear your throat, “Hey, I have something to tell you.”

Your seriousness brings his full attention to you. Sukuna raises one brow, “Fess up. Cheating on me?” He bursts out laughing at his own playful question because you roll your eyes again, for the nth time. He surrenders his hands in the air, “I’m joking, halfie. What is it?”

You fix your position and sit crisscrossed across from him, “My friend wants to meet you.”

“That’s unfortunate.” he blurts out.

You knew it. He’s unwilling. You feel bad for Kaede though and plead with your eyes, “I’m serious, Sukuna. She’s been bugging me about you. Even after we first met, she was curious about you. Could you please reconsider?”

Sukuna looks away from you. He’s looking down at his own hand now while he plays with the spear pendant. He likes how it is, just you and him, walking around the city and hanging out. You’re loud and annoying at times, but there’s times when you’re chill too. He doesn’t know if he can handle another one of you or another person in general. His clique is rather small and he’s not that great of a guy. Sukuna knows he’s a douche, but he thinks about how you’d feel. It must be annoying to hear someone nag and nag every time you meet. Trust him, he knows. You nag at him all the time and sometimes he just wants to grab your tongue and prevent you from talking.

He shuts his eyes and heaves a long sigh, “Fine. But I can’t promise I’ll be nice, y/n. You know me.”

There’s a small glimmer of hope in your eyes as you hear him speak. You clamp your hands together happily and lean towards him, “Please, Sukuna? You have to be nice! Or at least on good behavior… She's a sweet girl, sweeter than me, so please? For me?” You see Sukuna visibly cringe and you cough awkwardly, “Damn, didn’t have to do me like that.”

“I’m teasing you~” Sukuna sings out, still happily playing with the pendant.

“Doesn’t matter. Will you be nice though? Or just hold back your snarky attitude and back handed compliments?” You’re back to being neutral. The light breeze feels nice against your skin and you watch Sukuna contemplate again. He looks dead serious but in a matter of seconds, he gives in with that small smile of his, “We’ll see.”

♡ ♡ ♡

You noticed that Sukuna always wore the spear necklace. He didn’t take it off, but sometimes it was hidden under his shirt. You were happy that he liked the gift enough to not take it off. You thought he’d only wear it once or at least a few times but it made you feel good inside. Today was the big day. You were nervous as fuck to be honest. You guys planned to meet up at the amusement park since you were all thrill seekers. It was still hot, so you threw on a white floral chiffon dress that's flowy and corseted at the waist. The long sleeves were sheer and not too puffed, just right. You slipped on some white vans and got ready to walk out, bidding bye to your parents.

“Cute dress.” Sukuna spoke while smoke escaped his mouth. He’s dressed up too, wearing a brand shirt and some jeans. He’s stylish when he tries, you’ll give him that. While waving the smoke away from your face, you smiled and did a little curtsy, “Thank you~ Did you call for a cab?”

Sukuna shook his head at you and motioned with his head towards a car with tinted windows, “My chauffeur will drive us there. Come on.” Ugh. This guy. You followed Sukuna and got in the back seat with him, “You don’t usually flaunt your money.”

Sukuna looked at you playfully, “Aye, I gotta make use of my chauffeur. We walk everywhere.”

Well, he wasn’t wrong. The ride there consisted of you two talking over each other, having playful banter, getting annoyed with each other and then making fun of each other again. With stern eyes, you glare at him, “I’m serious, Sukuna. Be on your best behavior.” He shoots you a sinister smirk and cocks his head to the side, “I said we’d see, halfie. I didn’t make any promises.” Just like that, the two of you begin to bicker again. His poor chauffeur, his ears are probably bleeding from how loud you two were talking. Kaede was already there so she texted you where to meet. After the long line of people and security check, you and Sukuna finally got in.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t nervous about the security check. Everyone was eyeing Sukuna since he looked… dangerous. Who wouldn’t be alert when a man with a massive intimidating aura and tattoos is around? Anyone could sense his energy from miles away. Maybe you’re naive to think Sukuna is a good person or maybe you let your guard down too easily. Whichever it is, it doesn’t matter. He’s your friend. But you were nervous. Even though he passed through the metal detector, he had at least three security guards pat him down. It didn’t help that Sukuna looked completely used to it, like this was a daily thing for him. And, people were staring at you too, probably wondering what a woman like you was doing with a man like him. People are too quick to judge though. He’s got a good heart… you think. You’re almost sure of it. Whatever, he got past it all, that’s all that matters.

Sukuna is walking beside you with his hands stuffed in his pockets. He already looks closed off and you want to tell him off but you already see Kaede. Her hair is curled and styled and she too is wearing a dress. Her dress is light blue with tiny daisies all around and she has on strappy sandals. You think she looks even more beautiful today. She’s on her phone with a bright smile on her face. You jump up and run towards her, “Kaede!”

Kaede quickly wraps her arms around your form and returns the hug, “I almost thought I got stood up! You guys took so long!” You pull away and click your tongue, “I told you we were still in line. We also got stuck since they patted this dude down like a hundred times.”

Sukuna scoffs loudly and gently shoves you, “It was three times. Get it correct, halfie.”

You show him a tight smile and proceed to grab Kaede’s arm, pulling her towards Sukuna. You look at him again, “Sukuna, this is my friend, Yamamoto Kaede.” You turn to look at Kaede and smile brighter, “His full name is Ryomen Sukuna, but it’s not all that important.”

Kaede smiles at Sukuna and he smiles back toothily. You’re a little taken back by the way he’s suddenly so polite and charming to her. His first meeting with you was the opposite, he was complete shit. You continue to watch their interaction go down anyway.

They bow to each other and then he holds his big hand out to her. Kaede wastes no time in shaking it but you notice how their hands stay connected as they continue. Sukuna smiles at her again, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Yamamoto-san”

Ugh please. He’s so fucking fake. You could almost laugh out loud, but you don’t.

Kaede steps a little closer by instinct, “The pleasure is mine, Ryomen-sama.”

Now you laugh. Your laughter is so loud that it catches the attention of bypassers. You scrunch your face at Kaede, “Kaede, just call him Ryomen-san. He’s not a god or anything like that. He’s not all that.”

Your statement intrigues Sukuna and he sends you a challenging yet cunning smile, “And if I wanted to be?”

You’re used to your little bickering, so you stick your nose up high and tall, “Then you’d be a very bad one who’d cause havoc and ruin. You’d bring chaos to the world.”

Although Sukuna laughs, his heart tightens a bit at your words. No one has ever been able to make his heart tighten like this, only his family. It’s not in a good way either. He doesn’t like how he suddenly feels small to you, but he decides to brush this ugly feeling aside. You wanted him to meet your friend so he wasn’t going to let his sudden bitterness ruin the day for you.

He still pouts in a fake way though, “Always so rude for what?”

You’re about to tell him that you’re only joking but Kaede chimes in, “I think you’d be a wonderful god, Ryomen-san.”

There he goes, back to smiling cheekily at her. His eyes analyze her as he speaks, “Please, just call me Sukuna, Yamamoto-san.”

Kaede dips her head down as a string of laughter comes out from her mouth, “Only if you’ll call my name.”

You’re anticipating. Will he do it? They barely know each other, and besides that, he doesn’t even call you by your name. It’s always stupid nicknames and if he does call you by your name, it’s always when he’s being serious or not in the mood. He has his days when he’s cool and collected but he’s grumpy a lot of the time. There’s only a small amount of times when he’s called you by your name and that’s because it just slips out.

While you’re thinking all of that, you see a glimmer in Sukuna’s eyes as he stands a bit taller, “It’s a deal, Kaede.”

While you’re eyeing Sukuna’s behavior, your eyes naturally shift to the middle of his chest. When you don’t see the pendant, your eyes travel up higher to his neck and to your surprise, you don’t see a chain there. He’s not wearing the necklace. Your heart clenches but that’s not a big deal. You won’t admit it to him, but your heart suddenly feels heavy. It’s not because of the necklace, it’s because you’ve known Sukuna all this time and he refuses to call your name by will. It’s okay to feel sullen about this, right? He just befriended Kaede and is already a million times nicer to her. You think it’s unfair but you won’t let it show.

Sukuna grabs the fabric of her dress and nods approvingly, “I like your dress. It’s beautiful on you.”

Sukuna isn’t usually one for flattery, so he must mean it. Most of his compliments towards you are backhanded and empty though.

Kaede nods at him, “I appreciate the compliment. You look cool today. I like your tattoos.”

Why did you eye twitch at the sight of her fingers dancing across the black bars on his wrist? Why did your heart sink at the sight of him welcoming her touch? Why do you suddenly feel cold when the sun is blazing down on you right now? When Sukuna’s eyes finally move from her and back onto you, you muster up a cheesy grin, “Let’s get in line for a ride. I want to feel an adrenaline rush.”

♡ ♡ ♡

The day is going very well with the three of you interacting equally. Waiting in line for rides always sucks but at least you all have each other to talk to. Kaede is naturally interested in Sukuna and this day was for them to meet and become friends so you let them do the talking. They seem a bit natural, but maybe Kaede just makes Sukuna comfortable. That’s the kind of person she is. It’s her secret charm.

“So why did you decide on pink hair? I would never expect a man like you to choose such a bold color.” Kaede questions Sukuna and her hands reach up to touch the ends of his hair. His own hand reaches up to push his hair back, “Believe it or not, but I let my friend dye my hair. This color was only supposed to be on me for a few weeks but I ended up liking how it looked on me.”

Sukuna looks down at you with observant eyes as he speaks, “Now I can’t see any other color on me. Pink suits me the best. I’m handsome, right?” He has a stupidly smug smirk on his face, like he knows he’s good looking.

He is, but you won’t feed into his shitty ego. You grimace and cringe at him, “Everyone has their own definition of handsome. Don’t ask me.”

“You’re right. Well if it makes you feel better, you’re not my cup of tea either.” Sukuna jokes, laughing with Kaede.

You’re unsure why you answered him like that. You feel all weird inside. You could’ve easily told the truth, but now that you know Sukuna thinks you’re basic, you never want to admit that he’s handsome. Psh, you’re not his cup of tea? Please.

After riding a ton of rides, you all decided to eat. The table you were at had the right amount of shade and you were happily feasting on your meal while you waited for Kaede to come to the table with her order. Sukuna’s hand came to reach at your plate but you smacked his hand away playfully, “Your hands are filthy! I’ll just place some onto your plate.”

Sukuna’s eyes widened and he retracted his hand with feigned sadness, “Never mind~ I don’t want your food anymore. Hmph.”

He pouted at you and turned his head away. He looked pretty adorable like that. Sukuna ordered the same thing you did so you don’t know why he’s stealing your food but you share anyway. You chuckled and used your utensils to grab your food, placing some onto his plate, “There. Eat up. I can’t have a pouty gangster on my trail.”

Sukuna busted out into laughter at your accusation, “Shut up already, big head.”

You were getting ready to flick him but Kaede came and set her food down. She was practically glowing. Perhaps she was having just as much fun. You had completely forgotten about flicking Sukuna and continued to eat your meal. After finishing whatever you gave him, Sukuna’s hands were making their way to your plate again when Kaede suddenly sang out happily. She was dancing cutely while her fists shook back and forth happily. Kaede’s big eyes stared at Sukuna and she pointed towards her meal, “Sukuna, you have to try this! It’s so good! Super delicious!”

His hands pulled back from his previous action and rested against the table, “Is it that good that you’re dancing, Kaede?”

She nodded eagerly, completely oblivious to his actions of stealing your food, “Yes, it’s no joke. Here,” she grabbed some with her utensils and held them up to his mouth with an anticipating smile, “Say ah.”

Sukuna stared at the food and then her hand for a few seconds. He hesitated but proceeded to lean forward and open his mouth for her. You watched Kaede feed him and suddenly felt like you were interfering. Maybe you should’ve set them up to meet and then left after they introduced themselves? You stuck around because Sukuna was usually an ass though. Who knows when he’ll snap, right? While you were thinking, Sukuna’s hum pulled you back into reality.

“Wow, that is good.” Sukuna then shifted his attention to you and he kicked your foot under the table, dirtying your vans, “Did you want to try some, halfie?”

It was so weird how your appetite was suddenly gone. You managed to smile through your weird rush of emotions and shook your head, “I’m fine, I’m not all that hungry.”

Sukuna frowned at your response and reached across the table to grab your hand, “You need to eat, otherwise you won’t have energy for later.”

Was he really concerned or was he still acting? You weren’t sure. You feel sorry towards Kaede, you’re probably making things weird for her. You’re not even sure if she’s caught on to your sudden sulkiness. You assume not. She’s pretty oblivious at times.

Kaede reaches for your other hand and gives it a squeeze, “He’s right, y/n. We have a long day, right Sukuna?”

“Right.” He smiles so naturally at her.

♡ ♡ ♡

The day continued on with various rides and waiting in line. At some point you all went to play physical games together and even went to the arcades. Sukuna got pouty because you beat him at basketball toss, but he’s better at everything else so it shouldn’t matter. Even Kaede beat him at basketball toss. It was pretty funny. Sukuna openly sulked for a good fifteen minutes before admitting his aim was shit.

While walking around some more, Kaede tugged your arm, “Y/n! Let’s take a photo in the booth! Please, we always do!” Her pretty eyes then made eye contact with Sukuna and she looked into yours again, “Let’s force Sukuna too!”

Sukuna would never. You’ve tried. You smiled at her in a sorry way and as if on cue, he spoke, “I don’t like photo booths, they’re really small.”

Kaede’s smile instantly dropped but she tried her best to not look dejected, “Oh, alright then. Let’s find something else to do.”

You’re not a good person. Well, not that you aren’t a good person, you just– you could be better. Anyway, the good in your heart ached and you pouted towards Sukuna, “Just listen to Kaede. It’s only once, right?”

He’s contemplating again. You can see it. Sukuna’s face stays the same as he approaches you, “You sure?”

“Yeah. I set this whole day up so you could meet. She was very excited about you. The least you can do is give her a picture for memory sake.” Your tone is a little aggressive. Sukuna picked it up instantly but it seems like Kaede didn’t. She jumped up and down happily, “She’s right. Come on, Sukuna!”

Yeah… here you guys are, currently trying to fit into the photo booth. It’s a really tight squeeze and everyone is grumbling and bitching. Sukuna sighs out loud, “It doesn’t fit, Kaede.” Sukuna is about to walk out when she grabs his forearm and shakes her head, “Here, y/n sit here,” she placed you down near the wall and sat Sukuna down beside you, “and I’ll hover above you, Sukuna.”

After picking the themes and paying, she lowered herself but didn’t sit on his lap, “Everyone pose!” You’re taken back again by Sukuna’s obedience. He’s willingly making silly faces as well as smiling. He’s always bitching about taking photos with you but he’s happily agreeing to Kaede’s words. You’re a bit upset about it, but you guess you can’t complain since at the end of Sukuna’s bitching, he always complies. He’s never really smiling when the two of you snap photos together though. Always frowning and if it’s not that, then either one or both corners of his lip is just barely lifted up. It’s kind of annoying, but that’s who he is.

You weren’t even in there for five minutes but as soon as you’re all out, you’re all stretching. Kaede distributes the print outs to all of you and you smile down at the photos. You have to admit, they’re cute. You instantly put them into your tote bag and continue the day.

After a while of playing, Kaede had to use the restroom so you guys found the closest one and waited for her. You want to ask Sukuna why he didn’t wear the necklace but he speaks first, with a smile on his lips, might you add, “Today was fun.”

He definitely has your attention. You raise your brows at him and Sukuna continues while watching the people pass by, “I really like Kaede. She’s funny and loud.”

Oh. Are you third wheeling? You feel like you’re intruding, forsure now. You give him a lazy grin anyway and respond, “Oh, really? I see.” You’re both standing so close to each other, so why does it feel like you’re suddenly miles apart? “I’m glad you were able to get along with her.” Your voice is pitchy. It keeps fluctuating. You’re not doing it intentionally, it’s just coming out that way because there’s a lump in your throat.

Sukuna nods his head though, “Yeah, she’s a great friend for you.”

You’re glad he thinks so. “Yeah. She’s the sweetest, Sukuna.” Your voice does it again. Why are you acting so unstable right now?

“May I say something?” Sukuna’s voice is suddenly serious. It’s no longer laced with playfulness and it’s weird to hear him be polite to you.

Despite this weird feeling crawling in your chest, you answer, “Course you can.”

He’s silent for a few seconds, as if piecing the right words together. Sukuna licks his lips and looks at you, “You seemed a bit off today. Are you okay?”

So he did notice. You don’t need him acting nice to you though so you nod pridefully, “I’m fine, Sukuna.” Your tone speaks volumes though.

Sukuna shifts his weight from one leg to the other, “You look a little sad though. To me, at least.”

“You’re overthinking.” You’re quick to defend yourself and continue speaking, “Kaede is my friend. She’s known me longer than you. If she didn’t pick up any shift in my mood then you must’ve been overthinking.”

He snickers at your defensive tone and wonders if he is overthinking. Maybe he doesn’t know you all that well. Sukuna talks back anyway, “You’re a bit colder to me today though. Are you sure it’s nothing?”

You feel a little sad and sorry towards Sukuna. He’s clearly worried about you right now, but you don’t want his pity. You’re back to your neutral expression, “Yeah. I’m actually gonna go home first. I don’t have much of an appetite today and my stomach is hurting.”

Sukuna immediately steps in front of you and examines you thoroughly. Maybe that’s why you’re acting off? He frowns deeply, “Why didn’t you say something sooner?” Before you can react, Sukuna turns around and kneels down with his arms open behind his back, “Here, get on my back and I’ll carry you home. We can just tell Kaede that you were feeling sick.”

His action made you flustered and you immediately shoved him, “No! Stand up, hurry.” Sukuna just looks back and taps his back, “Get on, Y/n.”

He’s serious. You’re a liar. Your stomach doesn’t even hurt. You just feel weird inside. You feel… jealous? You shake your head sternly, “No, it’s fine.” You reach for his arms and guide him back up onto his feet, “Just wait here for her and have fun for the rest of the day. I’ll text you when I get home, okay?”

His eyes flick back and forth between yours. He’s trying to read you. His voice drops a tone lower, “Y/n, are you sure? We can just leave together. That way I’d feel more at ease.”

This time you laugh out loud genuinely, “Sukuna, I’m not a child. I’ll see you tomorrow alright? Tell Kaede that I went home first.” You’re already walking past him and turn back to wave, “Bye!”

As much as he wants to follow, his feet stay planted, “Okay… bye.” Sukuna watches as your form gets further and further, disappearing into the crowd of people. There’s a bitter feeling settling in his chest at the sight. He feels uneasy seeing you walk away. Don’t get him wrong, he always watches you walk away from him, but deep inside, he fears one day it’ll be the last time. He fears you’ll disappear from him one day. Sukuna, he’s already gotten so used to you. You’ve become his daily routine. What would he do if you were gone? Go back to smoking and chilling alone? Now that he’s involved himself with you, he doesn’t want to stop. You’re really fucking annoying sometimes but you’re fun. You’re comforting. You’re like his own personal sunshine and he doesn’t want to let you slip through his fingers. Sukuna has always felt cold until he met you. You make him feel warm. You make him want to be better, even if he can’t be. Perhaps he’s a greedy man.

After a few more minutes pass, he hears Kaede, “Where’s Y/n?” Sukuna looks down at her with a soft smile, “She went home first. She wasn’t feeling well.”

Kaede’s eyes bulge and she ushers him forward, “Oh, then let’s hurry and catch up to her so we can all go home together.” Sukuna stops her though and shakes his head, “She wanted us to stay the rest of the day though. I think something is up with her.”

Sukuna’s statement causes Kaede to cock her head to the side, “Is that so? What happened while I was using the restroom?” Sukuna frowned again, “She just said she had a stomachache and that she didn’t have an appetite. Let’s just go on the rest of the rides and we can call her later or something.”

Kaede looked around and frowned as well, “Are you sure about that?”

“Kaede, she’s very stubborn. If I don’t hang out with you, I will be hearing an earful from Y/n later. She’ll nag me until I rot to hell.” Sukuna began to laugh towards the end of his sentence, causing Kaede to laugh as well, “You’re right. Let’s go, Sukuna.”

♡ ♡ ♡

After they had enough fun, Sukuna called his chauffeur. Something was bothering him though. You never texted him that you got home safe. He knows you did, but it bothers him that you didn’t let him know. Well, whatever with that, right? Sukuna thought he might as well have the decency to feed the woman since you were so adamant on him being a gentleman and shit. So before dropping her off at home, he took her to a new restaurant. The chauffeur had suggested it.

“Wow, this place is so nice! Y/n would definitely like it. It’s aesthetic.” Kaede ogled at the layout of the restaurant and Sukuna nodded along. She’s right. You’d totally love this place. If the food was just as good, he’d take you here too. They were seated in a booth and sat across from each other. The waiter took their orders and then left after giving them complementary waters.

Kaede’s glossed lips curved into a shy smile at him, “Today was totally different than how I imagined.”

Sukuna’s eyebrows raised up at her and he let out an amused chuckle, “What?”

“Well, it’s just that Y/n says that you’re like the spawn of Satan. I know she’s joking, but she tells me you can be an ass.” Kaede giggles out loud and shakes her head at him, “You were the complete opposite of what she said.”

“Hm” he hums. Sukuna purses his lips and decides if he should tell her he was mainly being nice for your sake. After all, you nagged and nagged about him being a good boy and shit. But in truth, he did have a really good time today. Kaede was fun. She’s a bit more free-spirited than you and talks without thinking sometimes but it’s a bit refreshing. He still prefers you though. He likes that you can adjust to his mood. Sukuna sends her a mischievous grin, “I won’t lie. I’m not all that great. I’m a grump most times, but I can be charming here and there. I can behave when I want to.”

Kaede leans onto the table and shoves her curled hair behind her ear as she takes in his words. He’s interesting to her. He’s definitely attractive. “I like a challenge,” she responds casually.

Sukuna thinks her boldness is charming. You two are similar in some ways, but she’s bolder than you. He likes bold people, but they can also be a pain in the ass since they like to take on challenges. I mean, Sukuna likes challenging people too, he literally fights people for fun, but he also hates people that nag. If they’re too loud, they’ll spoil his mood. So, although there’s some attraction towards Kaede, he knows they’ll end up clashing. Their energy levels are much too different. She’s loud, and that’s fine, but he’s not sure she’ll be able to match his mood.

♡ ♡ ♡

Sukuna waved at her and told his chauffeur to wait until she got inside. Kaede turned around and began to jump up and down as she waved bye to him. He held his hand up and gave her a half assed wave before she closed the door.

The drive was boring. His eyes remained on his phone screen. He was hovering above your contact. Why didn’t you text him? Should he come over? He knows you’ll just bitch at him and complain that your parents are home, but he’s bored and you haven’t texted him. You’ve been weird all day and he wants to know why. He wants to climb through your window and bother you because it’ll make him feel a bit better, but then again, he doesn’t want to hear your nagging. Honestly, he’s confused. You’re confusing him. It’s already almost eleven and you went home around six.

“Turn here.” Sukuna’s gruff voice breaks the silence, and the chauffeur immediately complies. He recognizes the neighborhoods and then he sees your house. He can’t see your room since you guys have a private gate, but just seeing your house eases his mind. It’s enough for now. Once Sukuna gets home, he groans. It’s cold and lonely. It’s too quiet. He showers and lays in bed with his phone still in his hand. He’s reading the messages he’s sent over the hours you disappeared from him.

Sukuna ^.^: Are you feeling better? -7:24pm

Sukuna ^.^: Y/n~ did you fall asleep? -8:12pm

Sukuna ^.^: You’d better have taken some medicine or else I’ll drown you in some later when I see you. -8:48pm

He’s frowning again. His brows are pulled down and his fingers are now typing at his screen again. How dare you ignore him.

Sukuna ^.^: Are you awake yet? -10:57pm

He tosses his phone beside him and waits patiently for about ten minutes. When he doesn’t hear a text notification, he sighs. He knows that you sleep late a lot of the time because you’re always texting him back. Sukuna impatiently picks up a pack of cigarettes on his nightstand and begins to smoke while he begins to text you again.

Sukuna ^.^: I’m very bored without you. Kaede and I tried out a new restaurant and thought you’d like it. Maybe I can treat you when your stomach doesn’t hurt? -11:07pm

Sukuna ^.^: Y/n, are you ignoring me or are you asleep? -11:26pm

Sukuna ^.^: Hmph, you’re ignoring me? -11:38pm

Sukuna ^.^: Okay, maybe you’re not. I hope you’re not feeling too sick. You’re making me worried. I might finish two cartons of cigarettes by the time you reply to me. -11:52pm

Sukuna ^.^: You’re making me very worried, halfie~ wake up soon and update me. Also, I hope you ate a little just to fill your stomach. I dropped Kaede off at home earlier, I’m not sure if she let you know. -12:04am

Sukuna ^.^: Should I visit you? I drove past your house, but I wasn’t sure if you wanted to see me. -12:36am

Sukuna’s stomach rumbles again and he gets out of bed while smoking his sixth cigarette. He pours himself some cereal and takes it to his room. He shoves a few bites into his mouth and then continues to text you.

Sukuna ^.^: I’m eating again. -12:48am

Sukuna ^.^: Yup, you must be sleeping. Goodnight then, halfie. -1:02am

His insides felt weird and he didn’t like feeling like this. He wasn’t sure what it was, but it didn’t feel nice. Were you just being a bitch? Ignoring him and shit for no reason? Did he do something to piss you off? He swears he was trying his best for you. That stupid photo booth? He went in there and took photos with you two because you asked him to. If it weren’t for you then he would’ve just continued walking away. He doesn’t smile much, but he did for you. He made silly faces to match yours and Kaede’s so that he wouldn’t ruin the photos! He even went as far as pretending he sucked at basketball for you. He was trying his best to miss the stupid ass basket so you could beat him at a game since he was kicking your ass in everything else. That bright smile on your face told him everything he needed. It was worth it. He even had to pretend to be all pouty and shit for you just so you’d be happy. He treated Kaede nicely too. He let her win too, in order to keep up his ruse of not being able to shoot a damn basketball. And since you were begging so much, he even greeted her politely and everything. Cherry on top, he fed her and took her home. Sukuna has never done this shit. He doesn’t know what he’s doing. That’s a fact he’ll own up to, because really, he has no fucking clue what he’s doing, but he is trying. He thought he did good but maybe he didn’t? You were a bit cold to him too so maybe it was him. Ugh, whatever. He’ll just believe you were on your period or something. Sukuna plugged the charger into his phone and turned around to sleep. He felt cold on his bed. It was lonely and… well, after that night he slept with you in his arms, he wanted to do it again. It felt good to hold someone to sleep. It felt like there was someone else in the world other than him.

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